#age regressor reader

[nostalgiclittlespace]

Hi hi uh can you do a reader insert x caregiver! Lucifer Morningstar agere fic? The insert reader would probably regress 4-6 years old, but gets startled easily n needs lots of comfort after taking a tumble,,

Sure thing, friend!!! CG Luci is so precious 😊

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC. DNI IF NSFW, KINK, PROSHIP, OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST TO OTHER SITES.

Title: The Clumsy Duckling

Pairing: CG!Lucifier & Little!Reader

Wordcount: 905

Description: It’s bath time! (Or so your caregiver says) You’re determined to evade his attempts at catching you, which unfortunately results in a little tumble. Don’t worry though, Lucifer is there for you!

The Clumsy Duckling

You were running down the Hazbin Hotel’s empty halls, your feet padding rapidly as you rounded corners and panted, determined not to stop.  You could hear footsteps closing in behind you, and you knew Hell’s King, Lucifer himself, was on your tail–but you wouldn’t so easily give in.  If he wanted to give you a bath, he would have to catch you first!

Upon reaching the stairs to the lobby, you thought you had found sanctuary.  Surely, once you were there, you could hide with Angel or Alastor, who wouldn’t betray you to the horrible chore of washing yourself (the first just being too much of a softie to resist your wide eyes, and the latter always looking for a way to annoy the King of Hell)  

With frantic but determined steps, you flew down the stairs, Lucifer still behind you.  

“I’m gonna getcha, little duck!” he teased, his grin evident in his lilt.

“No you won’t!” you declared.l

Maybe this was an awful lot of fuss for a quick shower–especially since Luci always let you have bubbles and toys, but there were other things you wanted to do!  A whole list of things: watch TV, play toys, read a story, draw–

You were so busy lamenting the activities you wanted to do before bath time that you forgot to watch where your feet were going.  You missed a step.  And promptly tumbled down the rest of the way.  Thankfully, you were only a few stairs away from the bottom, but it still hurt.  Moreover, it was unexpected.  For a moment, everything seemed frozen; Lucifer stopped running after you, slowing down and asking if you were alright, while you sat still, stunned, and processed what had just happened.

The pain settled in then–a dull ache where you had landed that would definitely bruise.  Your eyes watered, throat burning and breaths turning into sniffles as you tried not to cry.  Reasonably, it didn’t hurt that much, but you had fallen!  One second you were upright and the next you were sprawled on the ground!

But you were a big kid.  You could handle it, you were fine.  Really you should get back up and keep running because Lucifer would surely use this as a chance to scoop you up and take you to your bath.  You took a deep breath, puffing out your cheeks in an attempt to regain control of your breathing and the urge to cry.  I’m okay.  It was just a fall, and nothing is broken.  I’m okay.

Lucifer knelt by your side then, face filled with concern.  “You okay there, duckling?”

Why was that simple question so efficient at breaking your resolve?  Next thing you knew, yet another abrupt change that you couldn’t control, tears fell from your eyes.  Despite repeating the opposite in your head, you shook your head and bit your lip.

Lucifer was quick on the uptake, immediately leaning forward and scooping you into his lap.  

“Aw, I’m sorry, sweetheart.  Where does it hurt?”

The tenderness with which he asked could have broken your heart even more, but you managed to point to your knee as you buried your face in his shoulder.  Sniffling and shuddering, you went limp in his hold.

Not leaving from the spot on the floor, Lucifer rocked you in his cradle.  You allowed yourself to relax some then, knowing he wasn’t going to leave and you weren’t being moved.  

Minutes passed in near silence; the Hotel’s lobby being empty and your crying reduced to slight trembles.  Lucifer stayed close all the while; even if he could have used the opportunity to haul you back upstairs for bathtime, he didn’t so much as mention the dreaded task.  Instead, he rubbed your back in a steady rhythm and let you cling to his shirtfront–dependable as ever.

“Feel better?” he hummed as he wiped a few tears away with the corner of his sleeve.

You bobbed your head in a nod, though didn’t remove your face from his shoulder.  You really did feel better after getting cuddles, but every minute you stayed here was a minute away from the bathtub.  Warm snuggles with your Caregiver was much better anyway.

“I shouldn’t have chased you down the stairs,” Lucifer sighed.  “Not a very safe decision on my part.  I’m sorry about that, duckling.”

“It’s okay,” you mumbled.  “It wasn’t on purpose, and I should have been more careful.”

“How about we make a new rule: no running on the stairs?  All chasing has to be done on solid ground.”

You nodded in agreement; even if it was fun to play tag all over the Hazbin Hotel, from the halls between rooms to the living area on the main floor, you weren’t looking forward to taking another tumble.  Next time you wanted to evade your Caregiver, you’d have to duck between the lobby furniture instead.  That would give you more opportunities to hide with Alastor and Angel too!

“Good deal, clumsy duckling,” Lucifer smiled, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.  “Now, if you’re feeling better, I think it’s time for this little one to take a swim in the bathtub!”

“Noooo!” you exclaimed, trying to scramble out of his carry.

But it was too late, as the fallen angel hauled you up and held you securely as he carried you back up the stairs.  At least you could have a few more minutes of cuddles on the way.

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

CG!Howdy Pillar x Little!GN!Reader Headcanons

Side note : GN = gender neutral

✿ I think Howdy would definitely take on the role of caregiver whether you were together or not, he just gives me those vibes (◡‿◡✿)

✿ If you were little at the shop, he would let you sit at the counter with some paper and a box of crayons

✿ If you like juice he’d make sure you have a snack with your favorite juice or if you don’t like juice, whatever you like !

✿ He’d of course make sure you drink water as well, can’t have you drinking juice juice/milk/soda. he’d give you what you like but in strict moderation

✿ It’s the bodega , so of course he’d occasionally have books for sale. to keep you entertained he’d had kiddie books for you to go through, and if it’s slow enough, he’d sit with you and read you a story

✿ I’m not sure how big the interior of the bodega is but I imagine it at least has a employee break room, despite Howdy being the only employee there. I like to think it’s like a townhouse situation, house upstairs, shop downstairs

✿ Anyways, for nap time he’d keep a nice little pull out couch in the break room for you whenever you get sleepy or need to lay down for a minute

✿ He’d keep spares of your favorite comfort items there as well, extra blankets, pillows, your favorite type of stuffie, pacies and bottles (if you use them of course) and teether toys as well !

✿ Since Howdy is the only employee at the bodega, I’d imagine he’d had those “out for lunch, be back soon!” signs on the front door. He would either pack you a lunch or make a simple one in the employee break room. He’d eat with you, and if you needed help eating, he’d gladly hold your food up to your mouth and make airplane noises

✿ Howdy would definitely color with you when he can as well! If hes done cleaning the store and stocking up he’d sit with you and help color in coloring books or make little doodles for you and your fellow neighbors

✿ If it was nap time and you wanted to cuddle I think he would definitely join you in a nap session, especially with how hard he works

✿ Check ins ! He would check in every so often to make sure you’re doing good , he’s always worried you mightn’t be doin to well and he doesn’t know (╯︵╰,)

✿ He would totally organize play dates if you’re comfortable with other neighbors ! I think having a play date with Julie or Sally would be so much fun

[kitsune-oji]

hiii it's the luci and Satan anon again!! sorry for not being too specific (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠) as for ideas, maybe nicknames they'd give the reader, how they'd care for them (if they're strict or not and the like!), activities they'd enjoy with them?

and thank u for telling me about the term btw!! I had no idea (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) I'll be more careful in da future!

Carer! Lucifer & Satan

Yeah sure, I hope this is what you meant! And no problem, I think there's no shame in not knowing something before. We all learn smth new every day and it's better not to assume something has been done out of maliciousness if it could be lack of knowledge. So I'm glad that I could help out in that way :) /gen

Gn! Reader

Relationships: Lucifer & Mc, Satan & Mc

Warnings/Tags: Age Regression, Regressor Reader, Fictional Carers, punishment mention, rules mention, headpats, bugs mention

Lucifer

Nicknames for tiny: little one, prince/ss/x, my child, puppy (depending on what you're ok with or like of course)

As a carer, Lucifer tends to be on the stricter side

This means he has clear rules and consequences for if you break them. However, they're mostly rules like not eating too much candy, brushing your teeth on time, managing screen time and making sure to drink enough water (not just juice!)

Consequences depend on the rule you broke, so for example if you ate candy in secret and lied, Lucifer would not hand out anymore candy for a certain amount of time or if you don't brush your teeth, he will come to you every night and brush them together with you to make sure you keep up with it now

"punishments" just turn out to do more harm than good usually and at least with you, he tries to restrain himself and show that he cares for you and your wellbeing, instead of making you fear and avoid him

Lucifer is also a big fan of work sheets and if you're old enough to work on them, likes to set you up in his office so you two can do "work" side by side

He even grades papers if possible, gives you little gold stickers and other rewards like candy and praises you for a job well done

Let's you sleep in his lap while he works too - he won't even complain when his legs fall asleep and just summon a cushion to make it easier on his legs while letting you sleep

Pats your head a lot - when he praises you, when he walks past you as you play, when you hug or cuddle and so on

Satan

Nicknames for tiny: kitty, pumpkin, kiddo, little one, bud (depending on what you're ok with or like of course)

As a carer, Satan is not necessarily strict per se but definitely goes more in that direction

He sets up a whole plan with you, makes little to do lists with illustrations so you remember to do things like brush your teeth, wash your face etc before bed for example

Having read into parenting books and tips to make sure he's not doing anything wrong, Satan understands quite a bit more about what things can help you, why you may react in some ways and how to work on problems in a way that isn't forced but a collaborative effort between you two

He's very enamored with you and even plays with you with stuffies if you like that. There are a bunch of cat stuffies that found their way on his bed and towers of books over time - so there's always one on hand when he wants to talk to you 'through' them

"Mr Claw wants to ask if you want to read a book together? How about..."

Favorite activity together is definitely reading out loud for you. Especially when it's an interactive book, like the ones that have little images instead of words so the kid can read out loud together with the adult

Also loves going outside though and playing in the park. If you like bugs, you can catch them and figure out what it's called together with an encyclopedia or if you don't, there are enough plants and the like outside you can identify!

Likes to give you little tasks/activities like finding something for every color of the rainbow and doing fun quizzes on stuff you learnt that day

Ruffles your hair if it's fine with you, otherwise just pats you on the head - when you're joking around, when you've gotten something right/done a good job and so on

[lazywerebat]

Fandom: Lost Boys (1987)

Request: I was thinking about a Lost Boys x little!reader (they/them) where y/n wants to go hang out with the guys and Star during their nightly trips to the boardwalk, but once they saw all the carnival rides and games, they regressed and can’t partake in an rambunctious activity.

It can include all the lost boys, but maybe be mostly Marko that y/n is gravitating to for comfort 🌟

Little Me, Big World !

Polyam! Lost Boys x Little! GN! Reader With Vampire! Star ( Mostly Marko x Little! GN! Reader )

⚠️ DO NOT READ THIS IF UR 18+ BLOG,INTO AGEPLAY !! THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT AND Y'ALL MAKE ME UNCOMFY ASF !! ⚠️

warnings: lil bit of violence but its not detailed described

a/n: im sorry it took me so long to post this, i had such awful writers block and i had to study for my final exams :']

It was another warm night in cave and I was very much bored. I was in my nest, trying to entertain myself with so much stuff in there but they all failed. I went to the main cave where most of them were. I wondered if they were there or they went on a hunt. When I got there I only founded Star

“Hey, where are boys?”

I questioned confused,

“They went on a hunt” she replied.

“What about you? Did you go?” I questioned her again,

“Yes I did, don't worry” she replied,

“Okay” I said, I went to sit by her side as I watched her sewing one of boys shirts. After a while boys came back, I looked at them and smiled,

“Hey little one” Marko said as he went to me and I ran into his arms and pretty much tried to ignore the fresh blood on him. I felt another pair of hands hug me and I looked up to see Paul.

“Hey” I said softly,

“Hey sugar” Paul replied with grin,

“Can we go to the boardwalk?” I asked while looking at all of them,

“We'll go when we clean ourselves up” David stated to me,

“Okey” I replied, Marko and Paul let go of me and went to the other side of cave with others. After a short time they came back and we went to the boardwalk. Star rode with Dwayne this time and I rode with Marko. When we arrived they parked their bikes in usual spot. When I saw so many carnival rides and games, I felt so little and everything seemed big. I didn't realise I held onto Marko a bit tight,

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked me and I nodded a bit. I let go of him and kept my hands to myself.

“You feeling little baby?” Dwayne asked me and I nodded to that.

“Oh amore, we can still do fun stuff, we'll keep you safe okay?” Marko stated to me and held my hand.

“Okay” I replied to him softly, after that we went on rides and played games. I was getting something to drink because I was getting really thirsty. As I was on my way to boys bikes I accidentally bumped into someone, it was nothing surprising to bump into someone as everything was filled with so many people,

“Hey! Watch where you're going!” The man said with an angry tone,

“Im so sorry sir, I didn't mean to do that” I replied to him but he didn't like that either, for some reason, he was going on a rant on how he could've spilled his drink on himself and stuff. I was still trying to apologize and go away but he didn't let me go. When I tried to leave, he grabbed me by my arms and started yelling at me. Which caused me to feel panicked, my heart racing, fear and similar feelings and yelling was making me cry, so I had started forming tears in my eyes.

“Oh now you're crying, are you a little–” He got cut off by someone punching him and his grip loosen which I had my chance to escape and I did. I went into Marko's arms sobbing and I felt him wrapping his arms around me,

“Hey, hey, its okay, you're safe now love” He said comforting me and blocking my view to whats happening. Marko went with me to their bikes and he looked me,

“Im sorry little one, I should've went with you to get that drink and not let you go on your own when in your in this state of mind” He apologized to me and held his hands on my cheeks,

“You didn't know that was gonna happen M” I said to him confused by his apology and Marko looked worried.

“Did he hurt you love?” He asked,

“No, he just held my arms really hard and tight” I said to him which made him worry more,

“Amore, then he hurt you” He explained to me,

“Oh” I replied to him,

“May I?” He asked and I nodded. He took of my jacket to see how bad I was hurt and it left kind of visible hand print and Marko felt so much anger. I put my jacket back on as others came. Marko looked at them and honestly I guess they talked with each other with their mind thingys or whatever it is called. David came to my side as I watched Marko leaving us and I went with him but I got stopped by David.

“I want M” I said to them,

“We know love, he just has something to take care of” Dwayne explained to me, he knew I didn't like that answer and he looked at me being angry and starting to have tears in my eyes again. Star pulled me into her arms and she was trying to comfort me as Marko was coming back.

[steddiemunsington]

A friendly hello to my favourite person on tumblr! Im not sure if you write reader x character but if you do…could you please write litte reader x cg pouges,and its the pouges always trying to get reader outside,like just to the beach or playing in the garden cause they never goes outside and fresh air is good for them but reader is always like nah and just walks inside again cause theyre not a very much an out door person. That would be so amazing and might make me leave my house lol. Have a great day <3

awefvdbtb thank you :( <3 i’m down to write some x reader! i'm always inside too so i can definitely relate (sorry this took so long) also reader is gender neutral!

blue skies | little!reader + cg!pogues

There was no doubt that it was a beautiful day in the Outer Banks. The sun shined brightly over the town, paired with a clear blue sky and a nice breeze. A day this nice could not be wasted, and the Pogues undoubtedly had plans to take advantage of the nice weather. Plans that were interrupted by one minor obstacle: getting you out of the house.

Since they'd met you, you'd never been much of an outdoor-person, much more content to spending your time inside watching movies or playing games. A stark contrast to the rest of the Pogues, who practically live outside. As much as they want to respect your wishes, they also think you might be developing a vitamin D deficiency.

"Come on, kid! The weather outside is amazing," Cleo says, opening up the curtains in the living room to let in the sunlight.

You wince at the light, cuddling more into the couch where you lay. “Nooo.”

Pope stands with hands on his hips. “You cannot stay in here all day.”

You stick your tongue out at him before hiding under the blanket with your favorite plush, causing the group to laugh.

"As cute as you look, I think it'd be a good idea for you to get some sun," Sarah says, coming over and sitting with you. You scoot closer to her, leaning your head on her shoulder with a pout, although they couldn’t see it due to the blanket covering your head. Sarah pets your head through the fabric.

"Wanna stay inside," you whine. Sarah rubs your back, giving the others a look that says help me out here?

It's JJ's turn now, so he sits on the floor in front of you and Sarah. He slowly pulls the blanket off your head, much to your reluctance, but you allow it. You’re met with a familiar wide smile and bright blue eyes.

“How about this,” JJ starts. “If you come out with us, we’ll take you to eat at your favorite place,” he propositions. "Wherever you wanna go."

The look on your face told them that you weren’t convinced, so John B steps in. “And we’ll get you a new toy on the way home. How does that sound?” he holds out a pinkie to you, elbowing JJ so that he does the same.

You stare at their fingers for a few seconds, contemplating whether or not you should agree. "Can we get a treat too?"

They laugh, nodding. "Yes, we can get however many treats you’d like. Now?" John B and JJ reach their pinky fingers out, grinning when you hook your pinkies with theirs. Everyone lets out a victory cheer, Kiara muttering something about how he shouldn't bribe a baby, but nevertheless is happy to get you out the house.

They take you to the beach, where JJ, John B, and Pope go surfing and teaching you how to use a boogie board. The girls cheer you on when John B finally manages to get you to stand on his surfboard.

“You got this, baby!” he cheers, helping to catch you whenever you fall and holding you tight so you don’t get pulled too far into the waves.

You spend hours in the water and running through the sand, and the day goes by faster than you think. Soon enough the sun is beginning to set and before you know it, your caregivers are packing your belongings and telling you that it's time to leave. Even though you hadn't wanted to go before, you find yourself feeling a bit sad at the idea of the fun ending. But your caregivers reassure you that they'd take you to the beach everyday if you wanted them to.

not fully proofread like most things i write, so my apologies for any mistakes <3

[theregressionlibrary]

Community event ˗ˏˋ Halloween submission contest ´ˎ˗

Hello people! Halloween is coming up and things are getting spookier by the minute so why not amp that up a little?! (pun intended)

Here at the Regression Library, we've decided to host a little contest, submissions closing on the 31st of October and the winners being announced on November 1st, the day after Halloween. Short notice, I know- time has escaped us!

Anyone can enter! All forms of media are accepted, all types of regression are accepted and not all submissions have to be child safe. If you're itching for some heavy angst or are dealing with dark themes that's perfectly acceptable (though some warnings would be great and very thoughtful) but keep in mind that the point of this event is having fun.

Unfortunately, there's not much we can offer for prizes apart from a special spot on our pinned post, boosting of your work, community togetherness and bragging rights lolol but we hope that people will get involved!

And now for the (many) categories!

Each category will have a winner (if enough people vote, that is) rather than having one overall winner!

To enter, submit either by dm, post submission, ask, tagging us @theregressionlibrary in your post. Make sure you tag it as "TRL halloween 2023" so we can see them all!

Voting will be done via asks and private messages, you can put in a vote for a piece once per category that applies. You can do this by linking the post in the ask (which will not be published publically and be kept private) and telling us which categories you would like to vote for.

Votes will be counted even before the submission window closes, so don't hesitate!

...is this convoluted? Yes? Oops-

Have fun ghouls! Happy haunting!

[agerehome]

hi! how about headcanons for poly frank and eddie with a so who regresses to a toddler, but also sometimes pet regresses to a dog. theyre nonverbal for both, but for the toddler, they have a paci and a teddy bear they always carry around. and when they are a dog, they act kinda like those large, lazy ones and like to chew and drool on things! and no matter how they regress, physical affection is their favorite. (feel free to ignore if its too long lmao)

So so sorry that i took so long!!

It's not too long!! Thank you for being my first headcannons

Eddie & Frank x S/O (romantic poly) who Age regresses to a toddler & pet regresses{nonverbal for both}

Y/N is gender neutral pronouns!

༄ • -———⌈-⌋———- • ༄

•I believe it took a bit into the relationship before y/n told them about both of the regressions. Of course obviously they're both accepting!!

•def became your caregivers if you wanted them too if you didnt they would have just been chill with you doing your own things no judgment to their partner.

•but for this they're your caregivers! And very sweet about  it

༄ • -———⌈-⌋———- • ༄

Age regression toddler stuff!

•I feel like its a range of 2-4 age wise 

•with being nonverbal you usually keep your paci in 24/7

•And only this one you did have your old paci but i felt like eddie learned to custom decorate one just for you that quickly became your favorite!

•And the teddy you carry around frank puts one of his old butterfly bow ties they no longer wear on the teddy

•both of them smother your forehead and cheeks with kisses, cuddle and care for you lots

•Eddie is designated to keep you distracted if your teddy is in the wash and you regress then. From doing arts and crafts, playing blocks, etc 

•while Frank usually comes in with a fresh clean teddy , butterfly bow tie and all for you to snuggle with when it's nap time or bedtime

•overall very attentive,very caring and you get all the love,cuddles and hugs you could want.

༄ • -———⌈-⌋———- • ༄

Puppy regression!

•this one took a bit more getting use to and of course if your okay with it get toy ideas from barnaby since well he's a big ole dog himself (which i feel like if you trust barnaby def sometimes with him while frank n eddie are busy but you don't wanna be a pup alone)

•You know those human(or well in this case puppet? Lol) size dog beds they def get you one of those to nap/sleep in.

•one rule though when a pup is that you're not allowed in frank's little study cause they love you really but the chance of getting drool on his things or getting chewed on they don't wanna take.

•Eddie loves to treat ya if you are one of those big ole puppies that aren't lap dogs but try to be anyways and smother you with affection and puppy talk.

•Frank takes abit to warm up but geny scratches n pets your head, they have an easier time with you regressing to a toddler, but he loves ya lots to learn how to care for you while you puppy regress too.

•Frank probably looks into safe chew toys or gets ya chewelry when you wanna be more discreet.

•overall all you get just as much love as a pup as well even though there's a learning curve here.

༄ • -———⌈-⌋———- • ༄

In the end these two love you dearly and showers their partner with so much love and affection probably makes an old room into a regression room that mixes both your styles of regression but you usually come right into your guys room during bedtime.

And that i think Eddie takes the change a bit easier then frank but they both just wanna make you happy and loved.

[purestpup]

🍎 ⋆˚｡ ⋆ cg! spiderman moodboard ⋆ ｡˚⋆ 🍎

"Ohhh, would you look at this, my tiny spider missed me sooooooo much you colored in a picture of me!!! no, c'mere little one let me see!! ah, the perfect shade of red! gosh, what a talented little bug i have! c'mon, let's go hang it up with the others!" (v self indulgent featuring the pic i didn't finish coloring in today!!)

[quinnysnursery]

[⚗️] little!viktor moodboard

impure regressor ,, one or two tattered toys from his childhood ,, childrens books ,, sweet milk fiend ,, insists on staying in the lab despite jayce's worry ,, mobiles ,, quiet but certainly not shy ,, soft hums ,, big doe eyes ,, wrinkled noses ,, etc etc 🪄

pics from pinterest :)

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Teacher's Pet Baby

Cg!Professor!Wanda Maximoff x little!student!reader

Summary: You've pushed yourself a little too far when feeling sick at school and Wanda won't stand for it.

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: Age regression, sick fic, mentions of medicine and having to take it, fluff and comfort

Authors notes: I'm sick, so here have a sick fic

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

You barely make it to your seat, sinking into the chair as quietly as possible while the chatter of your classmates fills the lecture hall. Their voices feel too loud, and the room feels impossibly warm despite the fever patch hidden beneath your beanie, and even though you took medicine earlier, it’s barely making a dent now.

Professor Maximoff notices immediately.

Her sharp green eyes sweep over the class as she prepares to start, but they linger on you just a moment longer than necessary. As the students settle down, she steps closer to your desk, lowering her voice so only you can hear.

"You're not feeling well," she states rather than asks.

You sit up straighter, forcing a smile. "I'm fine, Professor. Just tired. I took medicine, and I’ve got a fever patch under my beanie. It’s nothing, really."

Wanda’s lips press into a thin line, unconvinced, but she knows how stubborn you can be—especially when it comes to school.

Developmental Psychology is your last class of the day, and she understands how brutal the coursework is, not just from her own class but from the other professors as well.

After a pause, she sighs. "Alright," she concedes. "But if it gets worse, let me know."

You nod, relieved that she’s letting you stay. She gives you one last look before turning to begin the lecture.

Halfway through, however, Wanda’s concern grows.

You’re struggling to keep up, blinking slowly at the board, your posture slumping more and more as time drags on. Your face is becoming more flushed, your breathing shallow, and you’re practically nodding off in your seat.

That’s enough.

She sets down her marker and claps her hands once. "Alright, everyone, let's take a ten-minute break."

There’s a collective sigh of relief as students stretch, pull out their phones, or head for the door. As Wanda steps out of the room, your phone vibrates in your lap.

Mama 🧸: I'm going to come back into class in a rush, say something came up, and end for the evening. Meet me at my car, okay?

You stare at the message, eyes bleary, but manage to type a simple:

You: Okay.

A few minutes later, just as promised, Wanda rushes back in, looking convincingly flustered.

"Class, I’m so sorry—something urgent just came up. We’re ending for the evening. Check the portal for notes and assignments. I’ll see you all next time."

There’s a mix of murmurs—some students thrilled at the early dismissal, others confused—but they all start packing up. You move slower than usual, dizzier than before, but you make your way out the door.

The evening air is cool against your overheated skin as you spot Wanda waiting beside her car, her arms crossed, and an unreadable expression on her face.

"You’re too stubborn for your own good," she mutters as you approach. Before you can protest, she opens the passenger door. "Get in. I’m taking you home."

You don’t argue. You’re too exhausted, too.

And as soon as you’re settled in the seat, Wanda sighs again, softer this time. "Next time, just tell me when you’re sick, Malyshka. I’d rather help you than watch you push yourself like this."

You hum in response, eyelids already drooping.

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The warmth surrounding you is comforting, familiar in a way that makes your mind slip before you even realize it’s happening. You blink groggily, feeling weightless, and it takes a moment for you to register why—strong arms are wrapped around you, holding you securely against a firm chest.

Your head lolls slightly, and a soft hum vibrates beneath your cheek. "There you are, my sleepy munchkin," Wanda murmurs. Her voice is low, soothing, the kind of tone she only ever uses when it’s just the two of you.

Your fingers twitch, instinctively seeking something to grasp, and without hesitation, she adjusts her hold so you can curl into her more. "Mama…" you whisper, the word slipping out before you can stop it.

She shushes you gently, pressing a kiss to your hair as she carries you to the front door of her house. "Shh, I’ve got you, sweetheart. Just rest."

You let out a soft whimper, your body too achy and feverish to fight the little space creeping in, especially with how safe she makes you feel. "Didn’ mean to be little," you mumble, barely able to keep your eyes open.

Wanda chuckles, shifting you slightly as she unlocks the door. "I know, baby. But you don’t have to be big with me right now. You’re sick, and Mama’s going to take care of you."

A tiny, tired pout forms on your lips. "Didn’t wanna be a ‘burrden…”

She tuts softly, carrying you straight to the couch and sitting down with you still cradled in her lap. "Never a burden, my love. You’re my Malyshka, no matter what."

The reassurance makes your chest ache in a way that has nothing to do with the fever. Your small hands clutch at her button up as you burrow into her warmth, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breathing. "Love Mama…" you whisper, voice slurred with exhaustion.

The warmth of Wanda's embrace lulls you into a half-dazed state, but you're still aware enough to feel her shift beneath you. Her gentle touch never falters as she rubs your back, her voice soft as she murmurs, "Let's get you cleaned up and comfy, sweetheart. You’ll feel much better after a nice cool bath."

You whimper softly, curling tighter against her. "No wanna move…"

She chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I know, baby, but Mama will help. You don't have to do anything, just let me take care of you, okay?”

With slow, steady movements, she carries you into the bathroom, setting you down on the closed toilet lid as she kneels in front of you. Her fingers are delicate as she peels away your beanie, revealing the fever patch still clinging to your forehead. She hums in approval. "You did so good taking care of yourself today, my love. But now it’s my turn."

She helps you out of your clothes, guiding you carefully into the warm, soothing bath she’s already drawn. The heat immediately eases some of the aches in your body, and a sleepy sigh escapes you as she begins washing your hair, her fingers massaging your scalp in slow, comforting motions.

"Such a good little munchkin," she praises, tilting your head back just enough to rinse the suds away without getting any in your eyes. "Mama's so proud of you."

You hum at the words, your mind fully slipping into little space under her tender care. By the time she’s rinsing off the last of the bubbles, your limbs are loose and pliant, letting her wrap you in a soft towel and carry you back into the bedroom.

"Look what I got for you," she coos, holding up a pair of adorable Bluey pajamas. Your eyes light up at the sight, and she chuckles at your tiny, excited wiggle. "I knew you'd like these, baby.”

She dresses you with ease, guiding your little arms and legs through the soft fabric before pulling the sleeves down and smoothing them over your skin. Once you're dressed, she settles you onto the bed and disappears for a moment, only to return with a small plastic bottle in her hand.

Your nose scrunches up at the sight. "Noooooo," you whine, trying to turn your head away.

Wanda tuts, sitting beside you with a knowing smirk. "Oh, don't give me that look, munchkin. You need your medicine so you can feel all better."

You shake your head, pressing your lips together in a pout. "Tastes yucky.”

Her sea glass eyes soften, and she shifts closer, cupping your cheek as she gently strokes her thumb along your warm skin. "I know, munchkin, but Mama's got something to make it better."

With her free hand, she holds up a sippy cup, the one she always keeps just for you. Your favorite juice sloshes inside, the sight making your pout waver.

"Take your medicine for Mama, and you can have your sippy, okay?" she coaxes.

You hesitate, but when she brings the little plastic cup of grape-flavored liquid to your lips, you wrinkle your nose and take it anyway, swallowing quickly with a dramatic shudder.

"Bleh!”

Wanda chuckles, immediately pressing your sippy cup into your hands. "Such a brave baby," she praises, watching as you eagerly take a few gulps of the sweet juice to wash away the taste.

Once you’re settled, she reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing your favorite stuffie—your beloved, well-worn plush that she always makes sure is close by. "Here, my love," she murmurs, tucking it into your arms.

You cling to it, already feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling you back down. Wanda leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before lying beside you, pulling you into her embrace. Her fingers stroke lazily up and down your back, her presence grounding and warm.

"Sleep, munchkin," she whispers, her voice the last thing you hear as your eyes flutter shut. "Mama’s right here.”

And with that, you let yourself drift off, safe and loved in her arms.

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aa yay! could I get s comfort fic with cg alastor and sibby niffty? one where they're comforting a little reader going through period pains, if that doesn't go against your gender neutral rule. no pressure if it does though!

Absolutely, friend! Don’t worry, it doesn’t go against my gender neutral rules—namely that means I only use non gendered terms and they/them pronouns when writing a reader :D

This was so fun to write honestly; hurt/comfort from Alastor was great, and chaotic sibby Niffty was the cherry on top. I hope you like it; thanks for the request!

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC. DNI IF NSFW, KINK, PROSHIP, OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST TO OTHER SITES.

Title: Laughter is the Best Medicine

Pairing: Caregiver!Alastor, Little!Reader, & Sibby!Niffty (all platonic)

Wordcount: 1503

Description: You’re on your period, which leaves you Little and in pain. Thankfully you have an amazing caregiver and sibling in the Hazbin Hotel who will do everything they can to make you feel better with cuddles and play.

TW: Periods—not graphic. There’s references to (toy) medical equipment, pretend sickness, and surgery as they play doctor

Laughter is the Best Medicine

From the moment you woke up you knew today would be a rough day.  Your stomach ached with cramps, your own body swearing a bloody vengeance on itself.  Naturally, you were grumpy; who wouldn’t be if they had to deal with such agony?  

This was ridiculous; sinners couldn’t reproduce in Hell anyway, so why did you have to continue to suffer through periods?  You supposed it fell into the ‘eternal punishment’ category advertised by damnation.

There was one thing you could do.  He couldn’t actually take away the pain, but complaining to your Caregiver might ease your mind a little.  Alastor was a gentleman, afterall, and would do as much as he could to ease your suffering.

With that resolve, you rolled out of bed and dragged your feet all the way to his Radio Tower.  Even if the staircase to his quarters was just down the hall from you, every step felt Herculean.  Your body ached.  Your skin felt sticky and sweaty.  A headache was forming behind your eyes.  

Alastor was usually particular about your manners, but you couldn’t be bothered to knock before pushing open his bedroom door.  Your gaze immediately fell on your target, you sanctuary, the coziest place in Hell–Alastor’s bed.  It was warm and comfortable, and he always let you take naps there.  

Alastor himself was still asleep in bed, but you knew he wouldn’t mind if you joined him for snuggles, so you tip-toed over to him and crawled into bed.  But, being the Radio Demon came with hyper vigilance, so the moment your body made contact with his, Alastor was waking up.  You kept your eyes closed as your Caregiver stirred, unconcerned.  You both could go back to sleep, Alastor could give you some cuddles, and at a more reasonable hour of the morning (one that pushed into the afternoon, preferably) you could watch movies and have some chocolate and play.

“Well, good morning, dearest,” Alastor hummed, and a hand ran through your hair.  “What are you doing up so early?”

“I don’t feel good,” you moaned, curling closer to him.  “My tummy hurts and everything is sore.”

Alastor sighed softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.  “That time again, dear?”

“Yeah.”

Much to your chagrin, Alastor sat up.  You kept your arms wrapped around his middle, longing for him to stay.  But, the deer demon carefully unfurled your fingers from their tight grip.

“I’ll be right back, dearest.  Just getting you some things.  We want you to feel better, don’t we?”

Nodding, you relented, allowing Alastor to lower you back onto the mattress and tuck the sheets around your enervated frame.  A kiss was pressed to your forehead before he walked into the bathroom, presumably to get the usual supplies of painkillers and a heating pad.  

You grimaced as you curled under the sheets, stomach tightly churning and back spasming.  You moaned, curling into a fetal position as Alastor returned from the bathroom with the aforementioned supplies in hand.  Though his permanent smile was still present, the furrow in his brows showed concern and sympathy.

He sat on the edge of the bed beside you, pressing a hand to your forehead to ensure the pain wasn’t bad enough to bring a fever, and ruffling your hair a little before pulling away.  With the small measuring cup, he poured a small amount of liquid pain relievers from the bottle and held it out for you.  You downed it in one quick swig, the artificially saccharine flavor gag worthy.

“Good job,” Alastor praised, catching your disgusted expression.  “I know it doesn’t taste very pleasant, but I appreciate that you take it anyway.”

You hummed in response before extending your grabby hands out to him.  You strained to sit up, and luckily Alastor was quick about taking you up in his arms again.  He set you on his lap before grabbing the knitted blanket at the foot of the bed and wrapping it around your shoulders.

“Poor dear,” he hummed, stroking your hair.  “I do hope you feel better soon.  I already miss that smile of yours, you know.”

“I hate this,” you complained, knowing that you could get away with ill-manners for today.

“I know,” he sympathized.  “Unfortunately biologically caused pain is not one I’m equipped to remove.  But I will be here to take care of you until you feel better.”

Nodding, you relaxed against Alastor’s frame; he adjusted his hold so you were cradled across his chest, head against his shoulder.  Despite the painful jabs in your abdomen, you felt quite a bit more peaceful.  You were ready to go back to sleep; maybe Alastor would sing you one of his fancy, vintage radio songs as a lullaby–

The door to the Radio Tower slammed open.

You startled back awake from your sleepy daze, looking around wildly and whining.  Alastor, unfazed as ever, hushed you softly, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze as he took in the sight of Niffty barrelling into the room.  

She was still in her nightgown and her hair stuck up in every direction, clearly having just woken up but more energetic than you and Alastor combined.  Ordinarily, you would love to play with her in the mornings, but today the tiredness and aches plaguing your body begged you to stay in bed all day.

“Good morning!” Niffty exclaimed as she ran up to the bed.  “Are you playing without me?  I want to join!”

“Shhh,” Alastor reminded her gently, tapping a finger to his lip.  “No, dear we were not playing without you.  Your sibling isn’t feeling well today.”

“Ohhhhh!” Niffty realized before turning her attention to you.  Her eye glistened with mischief and determination.  “Don’t worry!  I can make you feel better!  I can play doctor!”

That seemed like a nice idea.  Now you could play, and stay snuggled!  How fun!  You nodded, and Alastor smiled to himself and muttered something about the idea of Nifty being a doctor being the opposite of reassuring.  Nonetheless, he agreed to play along; he would be Niffty’s assistant and let you, the patient, stay sitting on his lap.  

Niffty snatched her toy doctor’s kit from the toy chest in record time.  She grinned widely, adorned with a plastic stethoscope and blood pressure cuff.  She looked very professional in your opinion!  

“Doctor Niffty, maybe you can start by giving our patient a heating pad.  We want to get their symptoms under control, don’t we?” Alastor suggested.

“Good idea, Nurse Alastor!” the cyclops declared, and found the heating pad Alastor brought out earlier.  Gingerly, she rested it on your stomach and plugged in into the nearby outlet.  Alastor took charge of setting the temperature, saying it was a grown-up job and he didn’t want it to get too hot.

“Now I need to check your temperature,” Niffty said, holding up a plastic thermometer.  “Say ahh!”

Niffty placed the toy in your mouth, and spun the dial on the end before plucking it out with an exaggerated, “hmmmmmm…you’re not very well at all.  You have a fever!”

“But Alastor checked my temperature a little bit ago,” you giggled.  “I was fine!”

“Nurse Alastor must not know what he’s doing.  See?  My thermometer says you have a fever,” Niffty announced, showing you the sad face and numbers on the toy.

“Well, my mistake; how could I have missed it!” Alastor exclaimed dramatically.  “What does our patient need next, Doctor?”

For the next ten minutes, Niffty ran all sorts of tests, from checking your pulse and lungs with her stethoscope (she said you had a very strong heart beat!) to looking in your eyes and ears.  She checked your reflexes with the rubber hammer, checked your blood pressure, and lastly gave you a pretend shot and a very real lollipop.

“Now you have to be all better,” Niffty ordered.

“I do feel better,” you nodded, in part thanks to the pain relievers kicking in, and because maybe laughter really was the best medicine–you had gotten plenty of giggles in while you played.

“Now it’s Alastor’s turn to be the patient!” Niffty said.

“Can I be nurse now?” you asked.

“Of course!  I bet you know how to take a temperature, unlike that Nurse Alastor.  He has to be fired for neglecting patients,” Niffty nodded very seriously.

“Well, I suppose karma has caught up to me, since now I need your help!  Tell, me Doctor Niffty, what’s wrong with me?” Alastor played along with a his usual wide smile.

“Hmmmmm,” she hummed, placing her stethoscope to his chest before turning to you with a gasp.   “Nurse, listen to this!”

You crawled off Alastor’s lap and took a turn with the ear pieces.  “That doesn’t sound very good.”

“It’s not!  His heart is failing!  He needs surgery!  Quick!  To the ambulance!” Niffty squealed before running across the room to get more toys, presumably for Alastor’s operation, and making siren sound effects.

“Don’t worry, Alastor.  You are in good hands with Doctor Niffty,” you said.

“I’m sure,” Alastor replied dryly. 

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

I have a request please!

Could you write about Eddie dear and Frank frankly taking care of a regressed reader?

(Headcannon or fanfic I don’t mind!)

Sorry I didn’t notice I got an ask !! Im still getting used to Tumblrs interface, especially since it’s so different on my phone than my laptop (╯‿╰,)

Absolutely ! I’ll do headcanons since everything is so new, but I hope you enjoy it anon ! Hope you don’t mind that I like writing reader as a fellow puppet of the Neighborhood.

Synopsis : Frank and Eddie take care of you during dinner time and tuck you in for bed

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✿ Just like Julie, you would consider yourself pretty good friends with Frank. You trusted him more than anyone else in the Neighborhood. So when he finally made it official with Eddie, you were over the moon for him! Now you had two besties to hang out with

✿ Most everyone knew you age regressed occasionally, heck, some of your fellow neighbors did as well ! Sally, for example, regressed like you do and made for wonderful playdates

✿ When Frank had suggested that both him and Eddie act as your caregivers, you hesitated. On one hand, it would be awesome having not one but TWO caregivers. On the other hand, you felt rather shy opening up to Eddie in such a vulnerable state.

✿ In the end though, you agreed. Frank had said that he spoke with Eddie before approaching you about it, and that the mailman was more than excited to partake. “I think it would be fun!” He had said

✿ Franks home is a nice little two bedroom house with a little office he kept for all his insect stuff. Especially his display of butterfly shadow boxes. The spare bedroom was originally a guest bedroom but doubled as the space where you and Frank would hang when regressed

✿ As the afternoon turned into evening and Eddie’s shift ended, little you and Frank waited patiently (albeit excitedly) for the mailman to come home. Dinner was around the corner and Frank had already set the table, your own colorful plastic plate and cutlery set out as well.

✿ “I’m home!” Eddie announced loudly as he entered the house. He set his satchel and hat off to the side. “Sorry if I’m a little late, I got lost delivering some of the last packages.”

✿ “Welcome Home.” Frank greeted him as well and went to give his hello kisses. You giggled at their interaction from your place at the table. “Dinners ready whenever you are.”

✿ You couldn’t help the giggles that seemed to spill out of you as you watch the two dot over eachother. It was enough to catch Eddie’s attention. “Now what this over here? Looks like someone has a case of the giggles.”

✿ “Papa gave Daddy kisses.” You said gleefully behind your hands. Eddie left Frank’s side to come over to you as he enveloped you in a hug.

✿ “And Papa gives kisses to littles too!” He said giving you quick smooches to both your cheeks. His hands found their way to your sides and before you could register what he was doing, he began to tickle you. This sent you into a raging fit of laughter, absolutely shrieking before Eddie took mercy and took his place at the table.

✿ Dinner went by normally. Frank put your food on your plastic plate, with dividers, and poured your favorite juice in a sippy cup. Eddie talked about his day and how it went and in turn ask you and Frank how yours was.

✿ “We played with Sally at her house and for lunch we had sandwiches that Miss Poppy made. It was really yummy. Then we had nap time and daddy read me the hungry caterpillar, it’s my favorite bug book.” You rambled off when it your turn to talk about your day. It was like that as everyone finished their food as Frank and Eddie started taking plates and washing them.

✿ Frank had been to worried in the past that you might accidentally cut yourself with something sharp while helping with the dishes, so he asked instead if you didn’t mind getting into your pajamas for the night. “I’m sure papa would love to see your new jammies we got from Howdys.”

✿ The idea of being able to show off your new pjs was more than enough motivation to leave to two in the kitchen as they cleaned. When you came back, they were finished and had put most of everything away.

✿ “Papa!” You had practically shouted as you came into the living room. “Look at my pjs! The stars glow in the dark!” They were indeed cute pajamas. They had a solid blue background with white stars scattered about in various sizes.

✿ “Come here,” Eddie patted the space between him and Frank on the couch. You gladly wiggled in between them to cuddle. “Why, these look spectacular! You’ll have to show me them glowing when it’s bedtime.”

✿ As you snuggled between your caretakers you felt sleep slowly but surely creep its way up as you began to yawn. Surely closing your eyes just to rest them won’t make you go to sleep. Besides, papa is telling a real interesting story (that you aren’t following) to daddy so of course you’ll stay awake.

✿ In all honesty, you only lasted for roughly half an hour, and that’s being generous. The sun had set long ago and the hour was late. “Oh dear,” Eddie said, suddenly dropping his voice to a whisper. “I believe they’ve fallen asleep.”

✿ “So they have.” Frank whispered. “Here, why don’t we take ‘em to bed.” He gently pried himself away from you, moving ever so slowly in order not to wake you. Eddie scooped you up in his strong arms, trying his best not to stir you, and carried you to the guest room.

✿ While Eddie tucked you into bed, Frank grabbed one of your stuffed animals and expertly slid it between your arms. You moved a little but it was to grasp the toy and hold it dearly. Frank plugged in a nightlight on the opposite side of the room before tiptoeing out, Eddie leaving right behind.

✿ Even though Frank had left you a nightlight, he flipped the hallway light on and left the door open a creek. He knew that you hated wondering around in the dark in case you needed something in the middle of the night.

✿ “Goodnight sleepy bug.” Eddie whispered to your sleeping form before finally taking his leave and following Frank upstairs and to their bedroom.

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(Beelze-) Bubba

Repost of this little regression fic I wrote... Forever ago, I don't know when. Anyway, here you go

Beel & Regressor! Mc, minor Levi & Mc

Gn! Age Regressor! Mc (they/them)

Word count: 1'456

Warnings/Tags: Age Regression, Carer Beel, bit of babytalk, petname for Mc (cupcake)

"-could fight them alone! You should know we'll always have your back. That's what friends are for! -"

The climax of the show peaked and Mc could see Levi leaning forward so much he almost fell over. Next to them, Beel was munching on the popcorn as slow as possible so Mc could steal some every now and then. It was delicious but they could only eat so much salty popcorn before they needed something to drink, so they longingly gazed over to the glass standing on the little coffee table.

It was too far away for them to grab without crawling off the sofa but their position was so comfortable right now! A pillow behind their back, blanket snuggled up and squished against Beel a bit, they continued to ponder if it was worth it to get the glass or not.

The demon next to them noticed the change in Mc's mood and saw them staring at the coffee table with such concentration that their face scrunched up a bit with a frown and pout. They looked like they were trying to move the glass of apple juice by pure willpower alone. It was quite cute and part of Beel wanted to see if they could actually manage to develop some type of telekinesis with enough time but quickly discarded that thought again. Right now, they needed to drink something.

With that, Beel put the almost empty bowl of popcorn to the side and crawled over to the glass. It was good that he had filled up before movie night so he wouldn't eat all the snacks without giving Mc a chance to get some too. It helped that he didn't feel as hungry with them around as well. Turning around, he handed the apple juice over to the human and took notice of how they gripped it with both hands.

You see, Mc had told the brothers about their age regression two weeks ago with the help of Asmodeus but they had yet to actually regress around any of them, at least as far as Beel knew. Truth was, they were still kind of scared. While the demons had taken well to the explanation, it was something different to actually witness someone regressing and Mc worried that they would find it weird or disgusting after all. If they rejected them while they were in such a vulnerable headspace they knew they wouldn't be able to handle it well.

They had talked about it in more depth with Beelzebub when he expressed interest, so he also knew of some of the signs to look out for which would signal that Mc was regressed or on their way to do so. Meanwhile, the human was overjoyed that they didn't have to leave their comfy nest and still get to quench their thirst. Starved of a caregiver's affection as they were, the simple gesture already tickled the switch to their tiny self and they could feel themself regressing. Sipping on the juice, they took utmost care not to spill anything but a sudden noise from the anime playing made them jump and spill over their hoodie.

It wasn't a lot, fortunately and since the blanket had slid down a bit when they sat up to drink, only the top had been in line of fire. Mc's mouth fell open and their eyes widened as they were looking down at their hoodie, their arms stretched out so they won't spill more. Slowly, they looked up at Beel and promptly shut their mouth before puffing up their cheeks. The expression caught Beel off guard and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Levi, who had been too absorbed in the happening on screen to pay them any mind till now, turned to them with a disgruntled look which quickly made way for amusement as well. Beel had quieted down quickly and took the glass from Mc's hands gently to put it back safely on the table. "Silly cupcake", he teased and asked just in case, "Is someone tiny?"

The human still frowned and narrowed their eyes at the glutton. "No!", they denied but their voice gave them away. It was a bit higher pitched and sounded like their tongue was too large or clumsy for their mouth to form clear words. Levi had turned back to the screen after sharing a look with Beel but not before saying," You so are though." His little brother would care for Mc this time so he wouldn't have to worry about that right now.

Not that he didn't want to care for them too but he felt way too insecure with all this still. What if he messed up somehow and Mc got hurt? What if he does something wrong? What should he even do? He'd probably have to talk to his human about that sometime but for now he was more content to just let his brothers take charge and see how they handled a regressed Mc. Thoughts of them maybe not even wanting someone like him to care for them often surfaced as well but he always tried to squish them back down and reassure himself that that wasn't the case. It was something he had discussed with Mc before and he knew he could go to them for reassurances as well and let out all his worries but not right now, while they were small.

So, he focused back on the anime they had been watching and glanced over to his brother and pact holder every now and then. Beel had opened his arms and beckoned Mc to let him carry them over to the bathroom, though not before he got some clothes from their closet. He had tried talking to them and only gotten short and clumsy responses, so he guessed they were around toddler age right now? When asking for their age, they had said "thish many" and held up two fingers.

Keeping this in mind, Beel stuffed a pair of training pants and comfy pj's under his arm while still carrying Mc on his hip. In the bathroom, he sat them on the toilet seat and asked them to raise their arms so he could take of their hoodie and put on the sleeping shirt. Even though he was making sure to always tell them what he was doing and changing their clothes as fast as possible, Beel could see them getting fussy.

Of course they wouldn't like being changed that much but it couldn't really be helped, though the pacifier helped a bit to calm them down. Once done, he peppered their face with kisses and delighted in the giggles it got him in return. "Hey, cupcake. Are you still thirsty?", he asked and opened his arms in response to their grabby hands, holding them close once more. "Uh huh", Mc answered, clinging to him like a koala bear. On the way out of the room however, they saw their stuffie lying on the bed and protested when they couldn't reach it. It was no trouble to get it and Mc happily squished it against themself.

So, they went over to the kitchen and Beel opened the cabinet they had reserved for Mc's baby stuff. He was about to take out a sippy cup when Mc started wriggling in his hold and he had to be careful not to drop them. With an admonishing tone, he tried to tell them off but was interrupted, "No that, wan this! This!"

The demon looked at what Mc was pointing to. It was a sippy cup like the one he wanted to take but the print was different, since had little giraffes on it. "Alright", he agreed easily enough and Mc stopped struggling at once. After filling the cup with apple juice, he handed it over to Mc who happily grabbed the handles and started suckling on the mouthpiece. Beel loved seeing them so happy.

Bouncing them a bit in his arms out of joy, he took them back to the couch. Levi had put on another anime which was more suited for a kid, rated pg 6 but Beel didn't think that would matter too much.

He sat down with Mc in his lap and petted their head gently. Seeing how their stuffie had fallen on their legs, he picked it up and made it look like it was talking to Mc. "Did you forget me?", he asked with an exaggerated voice, going for sad but funny. The little one gasped, almost threw the sippy cup to the side and hugged their stuffie veery tight to their chest. "No no noou!"

Beel chuckled a bit and hugged mc against his chest gently. He could get used to this.

[little-saw]

sys LITTLE + sys CG ! doey doughman headcanons !! ☆ *

( part 2 )

Before you read, I'm making a few rules / disclaimers. I am not a part of a system. I made this as both a req and a way of beginning to learn how to write hcs for systems. Any and all (gentle) criticism is welcomed! I headcanon Doey to be a part of a system with the 3 kids in his body. Finally, I will not tolerate discourse, I have no interest in listening to fights about who is and who isn't valid. I don't care about your views. Do not discuss them here.

Req by anon :)

• Doey's system originates from the young children combined in their body, as well as the traumatic event that involved such.

• Doey experiences bad dissociative episodes. They got especially bad when Poppy left. Matthew, who is the systems caregiver, was able to regress around her, so her leaving was very triggering.

• Their episodes are disabling and disorientating, but they try to push them down so as not to scare the little toys.

• Their collective name is, of course, Doey the Doughman, and their connection to their human names has disappeared with time.

• They don't exactly have a "host," they share a body made for them and have equal amounts of identity amongst it.

• Jack is their systems little, being the first body in Doey, his trauma and fear can easily affect the others in their system. Usually agitating Kevin or making Matthew anxious.

• Kevin took the form as a protector to cope with the abuse and trauma all 3 experienced. He tends to front mostly when they collectively are all upset. He is extremely moody and aggressive, as well as impulsive.

• Matthew fronts the most, as he is the most mature. He acts as the systems caregiver, proving comfort to the others during times of pain. Both in his system and the toys around him.

• Kevin and Matthew are very protective and brotherly to Jack.

• They have a few other alters, but those were not once physical human beings such as the 3 boys.

• On nights where Jack is fussy, Matthew will care for him, reassuring him he's safe and they'll have dinner in the morning. And one day, he'll be home to mommy and daddy.

• Kevin has ADHD, which ended up spreading to their entire new body. Doey spends time stimming by singing and humming their old theme song. as well as clapping, wiggling, and stretching their limbs

• These are also grounding techniques for when they feel somewhat switchy.

• Kevin tries not to regress, not wanting to be seen as weak, however occasionally he does slip.

• He's an impure regressor, much more violent and cranky than Jack is. But Matthew knows how to handle him.

[agere-fics]

cg!logan just shushing his fussy little. "shh shh I know kiddo. I know" with back rubs and ugh I think I just need to be shushed and cooed at right now

pairing: old man!cg!logan x little!reader

CWs: some angst, reader has a meltdown, but logan comforts them

word count: 0.6k

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you don't even know how you made it back home. it's even more surprising you made it back safe and sound. you were too lost in the void that is your mind, thinking of your past, your future, things that have gone wrong, stuff that still needed to be done. the present, your current reality wasn't anywhere near your consciousness. the entire trip home, your surroundings were fuzzed, voices were muted, the world dimmed.

why must it be so hard to just live, to be an adult? why were you so incapable of adulting?

you stood at the door frame, just standing there. your bag had fallen from your shoulder, landing on your elbow. your eyes were glazed over. nothing mattered anymore. you were gone.

you heard something, perhaps the freezer ice cube maker going off or the a/c turning on. it was fizzy and soft, barely there.

you heard it again. this time it was louder. it was coming from only a few feet away from somewhere out there.

blurred black spots came into view. it shocked your core and made you blink, the puzzle pieces linking themselves together. the black spots turned out to be black, leather shoes. large ones.

"daddy?" you slowly looked up, making eye contact with Logan. you didn't even realize you were speaking. "daddy…" your lip quivered. one tear flew down, then another… and another. they came out faster and faster until you had niagara falls on your face.

"hey there, bub, come here, come here." your daddy pulled you against him. you grabbed his white button down in tight fists and made a puddle of tears on his left shoulder. "it's okay, kiddo. i'm here."

"i'msorryi'msosorrydaddy!" you bawled. "'m sorry…" you squeezed your eyes shut and buried yourself deep into his chest. you held him tightly, so tightly you thought you'd melt into him.

"it's alright, pumpkin. i'm not mad. it's okay, you're okay." he mumbled into the top of your head, planting kisses on your temples and forehead. "sh, sh, sh, sh, sh." he rubbed your back. "it's okay, darling. you're safe, i'll take care of ya. shh, shh, shh." he let you cry, you needed this, he knew.

logan bent his knees a bit to reach his arm underneath your knees. he cradled you in his arms and brought you to the grey, leather couch. you buried your head in his neck, breathing in the comforting smell of his sandalwood fragrance. you commented one time on how much you liked it and now he never went without it.

he gently scratched your scalp and continued placing smooshes to your brow. "what happened today, bub?" he asked once you calmed a bit.

"i don' know, daddy. i jus', jus… idonknow-" your breathing began to quicken again.

Logan shushed and bounced you on his lap. "it's okay, you don't have to talk about it right now, pumpkin. breathe in… breathe out… breathe in… breathe out, bub, there you go. good job." he dragged your designated, fluffy couch blanket on top of you and loaded up soft lullabies on spotify. he remembered fondly how you showed him the app and your favorite safe stuff on there. he didn't care about newer technology stuff but after you told him how much it helped you, he was determined to learn them.

you fell asleep on his lap after about an hour. your daddy fell asleep, too. your weight on him was soothing, as was your music. you were so peaceful, it made him nod off.

daddy would always be there for you to keep you safe, keep you happy, and to comfort you. he was the best daddy ever.

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