#caregiver!momo

[pttwice]

missing little!autistic hyo hours so i came to request little!autistic hyo ( hm maybe w cg!namo ) just being loved and appreciated after a bad day ☹️ !! she’s just a baby

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hi 🪐 anon! i love little autistic!hyo so much :(( cg!namo love her to pieces too

quiet night

||littleautistic!jihyo, cg!namo||

Jihyo manages to drag herself to her apartment, her entire body aching as she puts in the code to her door. As it unlocks, she slips her shoes off in the entryway and shuffles inside.

She could feel it all day, but knowing she has to be strong and she has to be the leader, Jihyo pushed on during practice. She pushed on when they checked out the venue and did their first sound check.

Jihyo sits down on her couch, her body finally relaxing after a long day of working. She coughs, grimacing as she finally admits to herself that she's sick. She lays on her side, hands covering her face as she tries to will away the inevitable.

It only takes a few more coughing attacks and a dizzy head for Jihyo to pick up her phone. She squints her eyes open and groans as she texts Nayeon and Momo. She hates having to bother them after such a long day, but she knows that if she's going to make it through the rest of the night, she's going to at least need help getting into bed.

//

Nayeon and Momo arrive at the same time, equally as exhausted as Jihyo but not at all sick. They sharing a knowing glance with each other as they walk into Jihyo's apartment. Only when she is extremely sick and tired will Jihyo reach out to them for any kind of help at home.

Jihyo thinks of her apartment as kind of a home base. A safe space where she gets to be in charge of herself. She loves being the leader, but it's nice being able to sometimes just be in charge of Jihyo. She can cook what she likes, clean whenever she wants or needs to, and she can dictate what goes where and why.

As Nayeon rounds the corner, she sees Jihyo curled up on her suede recliner. She has one of the decorative pillows over her face and a blanket wrapped around her body, pulled up to her neck.

The door shuts behind Momo and Jihyo whines softly. The lack of a response she and Nayeon receive from their leader is the first indicator that Jihyo has possibly regressed. The second indicator is the way Jihyo's blanket is wrapped around her body. She has it tucked tight all around with none of her body showing.

Nayeon kneels down beside the chair and slowly takes the pillow off of Jihyo's face. This earns another small whine and a shake of Jihyo's head. She rocks her head back and forth, gently at first, but it quickly becomes more aggressive.

Momo kneels on the other side of their leader and rests her hand on the headrest. She knows that it's a soft enough surface that Jihyo won't injure herself, but she's still worried.

"Hey, Ji, are you feeling okay?"

Jihyo stops rocking her head for a second to shake it. Her entire body is aching and the headache that developed a few minutes before Nayeon and Momo arrived has only gotten worse.

"Can I put my hand under your blanket so you can show me how old you're feeling?"

Momo waits until she gets confirmation from Jihyo and slides her hand under the blanket. She makes sure to keep Jihyo's body covered and gently holds her hand. It's clammy since it's so warm underneath.

"Just squeeze my hand and however many squeezes you give me will tell me how old you are." Momo is patient as Jihyo processes her words. She rocks her head a few more times, Momo's other hand still on the headrest.

Three squeezes.

"Only three? Okay, sweet girl. You did such a good job." Momo smiles and lets Jihyo's hand go. She knows that holding her hand for too long may lead to too much sensory input so she pulls it from under the blanket.

Nayeon stands up and sets the decorative pillow down on the couch before going into Jihyo's bathroom. She rummages through the medicine cabinet and pulls out the things she needs before making her way back to the living room.

It's a bit of a struggle to let Nayeon take her temperature, but eventually she manages. Jihyo's running a small fever and combined with how tired her body is from the day's schedule, Nayeon's extra cautious with how much she's touching her.

"Do you want to try and eat something, Hyo?"

Jihyo huffs and manages to open her eyes a little. She gives a small nod and licks her lips, her throat dry. She lifts up a shaky hand out from under the blanket and signs for water before tucking it back under the blanket.

"I'll get you some water, sweet girl. How about I add in a little ginger ale?" Momo smiles as Jihyo nods. She gets the ginger ale, working seamlessly with Nayeon in the kitchen as they get Jihyo's dinner ready.

//

Jihyo manages to eat a little bit of soup and take small sips of her watered down ginger ale. She agrees to moving to the couch so she can have her weighted blanket and Nayeon and Momo on either side of her.

Jihyo loves when they're extra close and she likes the added pressure they provide. Nayeon turned the air conditioner on while they ate dinner to make sure Jihyo doesn't overheat.

"You did such a good job today, pumpkin," Nayeon says softly. She runs her fingers through Jihyo's hair, only continuing once Jihyo's facial expression softens. "I know it must have been so hard to do all that dancing while your body was feeling icky."

Jihyo gives a small whine and nods. She tilts her head into Nayeon's hand, Momo instinctively leaning with her so she can still feel her body.

"Do you want to take a little bath before we put one of your shows on? I think it'll make your body feel a little less achy."

Jihyo can barely think, her brain so cloudy from how sick she feels. The headache has gone away, but her cough has picked up. She nods a little and Momo takes her time picking her up.

Convincing Jihyo to take a bath is usually easy. She likes the water and she likes the warmth it provides when she's sick. Momo makes sure to make it a little cooler than usual to cool Jihyo's body down slightly. She knows that the girl loves to be warm, but she also knows that her body won't always tell her when she's too hot.

Jihyo's eyes stay closed the entirety of her bath. She lets Momo wash her without any fuss, grateful that the lights are dimmed so they're not hurting her even through her eyelids.

Wrapped up in her fuzzy elephant towel, Momo leads Jihyo to her bedroom. She lets her pick out a pair of jammies and helps her into them, making sure to put a pullup on her just in case.

By the time they make it back to the couch, Nayeon has it ready again for Jihyo to sit down between them. She tucks her in and gently places her pacifier between her lips, immediately soothing her.

Jihyo whines softly, more appreciative than uncomfortable this time as she settles in between Nayeon and Momo. She looks up at Nayeon and reaches her hand out to touch Nayeon's forehead with her fingers.

Nayeon chuckles softly and grabs her hand, gently pulling it to her lap. "I love you too, pumpkin. I'm so happy that I can take care of you." She brings Jihyo's fingers up to her lips and presses gentle kisses to her fingertips.

Jihyo lets out another little whine and brings Nayeon's hand up to her cheek. Her eyes flutter closed as Nayeon's thumb rubs small, soothing circles into her skin.

"Such a good girl, Hyo. Are you ready to be a little cuddle bug and watch your show?"

Jihyo hums and nods, her pacifier lightly bobbing in her mouth as she sucks. She lets Nayeon's hand go and sinks back into the couch, her hand squeezing the hem of Momo's shirt to stim with it.

Blue's Clues softly plays, Jihyo's eyes barely open as she stims with Momo's shirt. She lifts her free hand up and points to Blue, a small smile on her lips as she signs the word for dog.

"That's right, pumpkin. That's a doggie, isn't it? You're such a smart girl." Momo presses a gentle kiss to the crown of Jihyo's head, peppering a few more kisses across her forehead.

Whenever she's sick, Jihyo adores the attention. She's a bit hesitant at first, but whenever she hears a coo from Nayeon or Momo or receives a kiss, she soaks it all up.

"Our good girl," Nayeon hums quietly. She keeps an eye on Jihyo, noticing her eyes start to droop closed. Nayeon scoots a tad bit closer so she can catch Jihyo's head with her shoulder as it falls to the side.

Feeling the exhaustion catch up to them, Nayeon and Momo don't last much longer either. Blue's Clues continues to play as the three take a well earned nap. Momo's hand is still wrapped in the hem of Momo's shirt, her head resting on Nayeon's shoulder.

[agerye]

age regressor momo yaoyorozu and caregiver kyoka jirou

jirou is a great listener, she loves hearing momo talk excitedly about things, and momo loves to tell her about all her plushies and their stories

momo loves romance movies, if they're musicals she has jirou sing along to them with her. her favourite is lady and the tramp

when momo isn't using it, jirou carries her pacifier with her earjacks

jirou really likes preparing snacks for her- fruit plates, veggie trays, cookies, sandwiches. she finds it satisfying to make them look neat and cute, she has a bunch of cutters to shape everything

they often have tea parties when there's snacks, jirou makes real tea of momo's choice for it and does all the pouring

jirou has a notebook dedicated to little momo. anything she likes, dislikes, wants to do, as well as the things momo tells her about her plushies

momo loves to watch and listen to jirou play guitar, jirou tries to learn her favourite songs

sleepovers! they cuddle together with a comfy non-energetic cartoon playing, jirou turns it off and takes her pacifier out once momo falls asleep

when they don't have sleepovers, jirou will tuck her in with a bottle and sing her lullabies

momo feels a lot of responsibility and sometimes that carries through when she's regressed, especially because she's usually a capable regressor. jirou makes sure to praise her lots for small things to lessen those feelings and make her feel small and cared for

"woah! that's impressive, you really did that on your own? you're a big girl, huh?" for things like getting dressed

jirou is one of the very few people momo is comfortable having bath time with, she makes momo's bath with scented bubbles and they play with her bath toys together. she also dries her off and brushes her hair afterwards

[tdoong15]

hello kai, loved the last fic, I feel like middle SMC would do that 100 procent irl with yeri, shuhua too if she didnt need to go home. the chaos would of been real for 2yeon

with a new request here, about baby momo wanting to have a play date with dubs and being really clingy to her and not wanting to be held or cuddly with anyone else and just being such a cutie while mommy 2yeon trying to get baby momo to nap in her crib but she doesn't want to because she wants to stay with dubs

Hello Chimp, I'm glad you enjoyed the last fic, I imagine that it would be peak chaos for 2yeon if it was SMC, Yeri, Mina and Shuhua all playing. Also this request is really nice.

Little!Momo. Cg!2yeon. Bigsis!Dahyun (basically.)

Warnings: none

Dubs and Momoring

Dahyun was sitting at the table eating kimbap when she felt a tug at her shirt, when she looked down she saw Momo holding onto her shirt. “Oh, hello Momo. How are you?” Dahyun questions, when Dahyun spoke Momo looks up at her, she grins widely and reaches her arms out to Dahyun. “P'ay?” Momo opens and closes her hands at Dahyun, to indicate that she wanted to be picked up.

“Yeah I'll play with you Momo.” Dahyun smiles and she picks up Momo, which makes the little squeal in happiness and kick her legs. Dahyun walked over to Momo's room so they could play together, she tried to place Momo on the floor but she refused to let go of Dahyun. “Okay, I guess you can sit on my lap whilst we play.”

Momo smiled widely and she stayed in Dahyun's arms whilst she sat down. Momo reached over to grab two toys and she handed one to Dahyun. Dahyun happily takes the toy and she plays with Momo, the regressed girl leans in closer and she hugs Dahyun whilst she continues to play. “Sissy, p'ay somethin’ else pwease?” Momo said whilst she pointed at her makeup bag. Dahyun nods her head and she grabs the bag and she passes it to Momo.

Momo shuffled in Dahyun's lap so she was facing her. “Are you going to do my makeup, Momoring?” Dahyun asks which Momo responded by giggling and nodding her head. Dahyun stays still whilst Momo gives her a new makeup look by giving her bright pink cheeks because of the amount of blush Momo placed on her finger as well as a lot of lipstick. When she finished, Momo smiled and she clapped a lot. “Woah dubu wook vewy pwetty!”

Dahyun grabbed her phone, turning on her camera to look at her new look. “Wow, that's amazing, Momo. Maybe you should do my makeup more often.” Dahyun responds, which makes Momo quickly wrap her arms around Dahyun and bury her head in the crook of Dahyun's neck. After a few minutes of the duo just hugging each other, they both heard Nayeon and Jeongyeon call out for lunch. “Well let's get going, Momoring.” Dahyun stands up, making sure that Momo stays in her arms since that's where the little wanted to be. When they reached the kitchen, Dahyun was able to make Momo sit next to her, in fact their chairs were basically together because of how close they were, the only thing that was different was that Momo was placed into a highchair instead due to the fact that she had regressed to a young age.

Lunchtime wasn't too bad, mainly because Momo loved eating her food, the only challenge was that she repeatedly leans over to Dahyun to smile at her and so she could get her attention, it didn't annoy Dahyun at all, she actually gave Momo the attention she wanted by doing things such as holding her hand or pulling funny faces which made Momo laugh loudly and hit the tray on the highchair. A few moments later, Momo and Dahyun were in the lounge, Dahyun had Momo sat in her lap once again whilst they watched Barbie despite it being time for Momo to have her nap.

Nayeon checked the time and she saw that Momo needed to have her nap so she wouldn't be cranky later. “Jeong, we need to get Momo now” Nayeon whispers, Jeongyeon nodded and she walked over to where Momo sat with Dahyun and she gently touched Momo's shoulder. “It's nap time, little one.” Jeongyeon says with a soft tone, in response, Momo shakes her head and she clings to Dahyun more.

“Come on bub, we know that you want to spend more time with Dahyun but you need to have your nap or else you'll have a temper tantrum.” Nayeon tries to reason with Momo whilst she rubs Momo's back, but it wasn't successful, Momo still clung onto Dahyun and she whined softly through her pacifier, it was clear that she wanted to stay awake and be with Dahyun more, she didn't care about her nap.

Dahyun grins sheepishly because she thought that she couldn't do anything in this situation, she wasn't upset with it or anything but she knew that Momo should probably listen to her mommies and go to sleep. Nayeon and Jeongyeon didn't attempt to pull Momo away from Dahyun because they were 100% sure that it would result in Momo freaking out and crying. Nayeon and Jeongyeon stood there in the middle of the room, wondering what they should do until an idea popped into Jeonyeon's head, so she quickly whispered it to Nayeon.

“What if Dahyun takes Momo instead of us since she's the only person that Momo is clinging onto today?” Nayeon instantly agreed with Jeongyeon and she went over to Dahyun and she whispered the idea to her. Dahyun nods her head and she stands up, keeping Momo in her arms. “Let's go Momoring, I'll even make sure that your mommy and mama reads you a story or sings a song to you before your nap. And I'll be right by your side while you sleep.” Dahyun promises to Momo who seemed to look up at her with the biggest pair of puppy eyes and reluctantly agree to the idea.

So with that in mind, Dahyun walks to Momo's room with Nayeon and Jeongyeon walking behind them. Despite the initial resistance Momo eventually laid down in her crib, Dahyun then sat on the floor next to the crib and she held Momo's hand to comfort her. Dahyun also made sure to make sure that every part of her deal was met by making Nayeon and Jeongyeon read a story to Momo, which they normally do anyway. This time they let Momo pick out the story called ‘The Very Hungry Caterpillar’ as they both took turns reading the story to Momo, the regressed girl began to relax but she never let go of Dahyun's finger even when she fell asleep halfway through the story.

Hiiii, I hope everyone's day/evening/night is amazing. Also what do guys think about Twice's new album, based on the snippets?

[yootdong]

Sick StubbornDahyunnie

caregiver: momo and sana

little: dahyun

Dahyun started regretting all her life choices the moment her feet touched the stage, that morning she was feeling really sick but when her members told her to stay in the dorm and not attend the concert she didn't listen. She insisted she was feeling better and even when Sana and Momo almost tried to force her to rest she was still being stubborn.

“Dahyunnie, you can still go wait for us in the backstage if you're still sick” Sana tried, putting an hand on her red cheek

“is she hot?” asked Momo

“she's basically burning Momoring” answered Sana resulting in Dahyun glaring at them

“i'm fine, stop talking like I'm not here in front of you” the younger one complained pulling sana hand away from her face

“Dahyun-”

“no, i said I'm fine leave me alone” she said walking away from the two

Sana sighed resting her head on momo's shoulder “what do we do?”

“i don't know Satang”

“she'll come around guys, don't worry too much about it, we all know Dahyun, she can't stay away from the two of you that much” Nayeon, who watched the whole scene, tried to reassure them

“i hope so”

but after her solo Dahyun really wished she'd listened to them, her head was hurting really bad and she was feeling like she was about to throw up, she didn't even know how she had make it for so long, she was shivering from the start and as the show went on it only got worst.

So she didn't even make it to the second act, when she got in the backstage after her song her vision was blurry and when she tried to lean on the little sofa in the room she almost hit the floor. But luckily for her momo was just behind her, ready to check on her Dahyunnie, and grabbed her just in time.

“oh god, baby are you okay?” and as soon as Dahyun heard Momo words tears started rolling down her cheeks, she was sick, overwhelmed and tired and in that moment she only wanted her moms to hold her

“mama” she cried holing on to momo

“aww baby I'm here, mama's here, it's alright sweetie, don't cry” but as hard as momo tried to calm her down the younger girl kept on crying so when Sana rushed in the room after someone from staff called her she couldn't be more glad.

“dahyunnie, sweetie, what's the problem? what happened?” but as soon as she touched her cheek to comfort her she realized the problem “oh my god she's burning momo”

“yeah i noticed” mumbled Momo “you have to go after Tzuyu, right?” and sana just nodded, still worried for her little girl “okay i can take care of her, I'll ask Jihyo to go talk to the manager and tell them about the situation, she can't perform, she was about to collapse”

“okay but first we need to take her clothes off, she needs to be change”

“hey it's fine, i can do it, you have to get ready”

“momo-”

“i got it satang, just go”

and sana nodded still not sure, but she trusted momo with her life so she just kissed both the girls on the cheek and left the room

“mommy?” asked Dahyun who had just stopped crying

“she'll be back soon baby, now you're all for mama” smirked Momo “come on, let's get you some comfy clothes”

during the night the two caregivers took turns taking care of her until the smaller girl fell asleep on the little couch in the backstage and the two made it to the end of the concert

Dahyun woke up only when she heard sana voice and felt someone picking her up so she opened her eyes looking for her mamas

“hi babygirl, mommy missed you, how are we feeling?” but dahyun didn’t answer and just hid her face in sana’s shoulder

“where mama?”

“mama is getting ready sweetie then we’ll go, okay?”

“i’m here!” momo yelled rushing out of the changing room “we can go now” she said put of breath

sana laughed at the older one, it was obvious momo tried to get ready at light speed “say hi to mama, baby”

“i think she’s sleeping again” whispered momo after the little didn’t answer

the older women just smiled at how adorable their kid was and got in the car to go back to their hotel and put her to bed

[useless-sfw-fanfictions]

Momo doesn't understand what age regression is at first...

She hears about it through Denki and Sero, who are very involved with the topic. Sero is Denki's (and Shouto's, but no one else besides Sero really knows that) caregiver.

They play video games together and do finger painting sometimes. It is really fun and is a nice way for the both of them to relax after the stresses of UA's hero course.

Denki decides that he wants to include more people with his regression and be able to go into littlespace where ever in the dorms he feels like. So, they start talking to people about it.

Some get it and some don't. Momo falls in the latter category.

"Why can't you play those games without Dino pajamas and a sippy cup?" she asks genuinely.

Denki just shrugs, grin never falling from his lips, "it's just easier to slip and have a good time overall. to not have to worry about every little stress and only focus on.. well, little things."

She nods, but it is clear to both boys that she doesn't understand.

She declines their invitation to see a play date in action, but not because she isn't curious to learn more but because she must do some research first. She hates when she doesn't know something.

Research is what takes up the rest of her evening time and so it is a few days later before she can find Denki alone to ask him more about it. She asks and he answers.

She doesn't ask to be around him while he's little for a little while still, but when she does she brings supplies. She waited until she was completely comfortable with it because she read that having an unsure atmosphere can sometimes throw a little off. So she brings stuff.

They play with Play-Doh together and make multi-colored sandwiches that she had to stop him from eating more than once. Sero says he's about four years old.

"Tanksies, Momm...oh," he says after the materials are all put away and he is laying his head on her shoulder.

The name sounded weird from his garbled speech. As if the last syllable was a mere after thought than intentional.

"What did you just call me?" she asks gently, nudging his head up so that she can meet his eyes.

He pops his thumb in his mouth and stares back at her.

Sero moves over from the other side of the room (he'd been there the whole time to keep a watchful eye on his little guy for Momo's first time with him). He sits on the other side of Denki and gently pulls the boy's thumb from his mouth.

Denki makes an argumentative sound, but Sero is there to hold his hand a shush him. Momo watches this play out while quietly observing.

"Shh, you know you can't suck on your thumb anymore. Not after you hurt yourself..."

Sero's voice takes on a tone that Momo has never heard before when he talks to Denki while he is little; more of a parental talk than she would have ever given him credit for before this moment.

Sero guides Denki to sit closer to him while he relaxes into his new spot on this couch. Denki sucks his thumb when he is anxious, so Sero had told Momo that the best thing to do is hold his hand and cuddle him.

It doesn't work this time.

"Nhnoo," Denki fights back, drawing out the consonant sounds.

"What, why not? You love cuddles," Sero watches Denki with a certain level of exasperated fondness in his eyes.

Honestly, Momo hadn't realized they were this close.

Denki shakes his head and says, "wanna still sit next to Mama." He cuddles back into Momo's side.

Sero's eyebrows shoot up to his forehead and he let's Denki snuggle close to the woman there.

Momo is speechless.

Mama?

Had he meant to say her name? Or was it intentional? She didn't know.

So she asked: "am I Mama, Denks?"

Denki's grin is immediately as he rubs his cheek into her arm and shoulder. "mhmm, yesh... Mama, mama, mama..." he murmurs, voice growing heavier with incoming sleep.

Momo maybe finally understands.

Being called that name makes her feel special. Like, his simple mind chose her to look after him. She was deemed special enough by someone in such a vulnerable position to be called that?

Sero grins at her while watching this all play out on her face while Denki snoozes against her.

Later, once Denki is big again, they ask her if the name is okay and if she'd like to be more involved in the future and she agrees immediately.

♡♡♡

I just love, love, LOVE Momo being her littles' Mama. She'd be such a good one, too! She'd make them all kinds of custom little gear and make sure they had plenty of snackies and didn't burn themselves on their tea. Ugh, I just love her!!

[tteokokki]

u asked for requests so here ya go! :)

little!chaeyoung going to the park with caregiver!momo or sana ?

I've changed it a little bit

Fun Day! 🍓

Little🍼: Chaeyoung - 4yrs

Caregivers🧸: Sana and Momo

"Mamas le's go!!" Chaeyoung almost screamed from excitement, her caregivers said that they're going to harvest Strawberries on the Strawberry Farm.

"Chaengie wait a minute! Mama is putting her shoes on!" Sana said trying to fit the Adidas snickers.

"No Mama no 'ait! Le's gooo!" Chaeyoung said starting to get fuzzy because of her mama's "laziness".

Sana got up from the couch with her shoes tied in a cute bow, Momo was wearing snicker too differently then Chae who was wearing crocs with lil socks.

Momo went to the car, already preparing Chae's little comfort chair, because it would be a Trip to the Strawberry Farm. A oldest woman picked all their favorite snacks, the bags and everything they would need.

The Trip went calm, Chaeyoung slept the whole way to the farm. When they arrived Chaeyoung was 100% waked and ready to go play and harvest Strawberry.

Sana laughed and Momo took pictures of Chaeyoung eating a Strawberry with Parr of her face face been red 'cause of the fruit. The harvested almost 70 Strawberries.

The day was fun for everyone, and at night they were back at their own comfort. Their house.

[dragon-queen21]

Little Izuku w/ chronic pain + a handful of different caregivers

Awhile ago I really messed up my hip by being dumb and it’s never truly been the same, certain movements really hurt. Last few days have been really bad to the point that it hurts to walk.

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~Chronic pain sucks. Having to deal with it at a young age was difficult, but manageable. Just another thing to deal with if you wanted to become a great hero. Izuku understood this, and for the most part was fine with it. Sure it sucked, and some days were worse than others, but overall he wasn’t one to complain.

~Having to deal with that same level of pain while mentally regressed to a two year old however is a different story.

~He's sore, and fussy, and he wants to get up and play but he can't because everything hurts.

~Shoto heating up his hands and running them over Izuku’s arms when he grows upset. Then switching to ice around every ten minutes or so. He’d put on a tv show and try to get the poor baby to relax a little, being so tense can’t be helping the pain any.

~Being overly sensitive whenever the temperature/weather changes because his hands hurt a lot. Momo makes him a cup of tea which soothes his hands at first but they’re still stiff and he drops the cup, shattering it and slipping further from a mixture of embarrassment, sorrow and pain. Momo makes a new cup, then goes to cuddle the baby boy, noting clearly that he’s too small to hold a cup himself and gets him a bottle instead.

~Uraraka waking him up from a nap. Izuku’s super excited to play because playtime got interrupted because he was getting too sleepy, plus fussy because it hurts to sit on the floor even of he really wants to. He swings out of bed quickly and ends up hurting his leg and being in pain.

~He doesn’t want to worry Uraraka, plus he wants to play, but she notices anyways when he refuses to walk without whimper. She hushes him, and carries him instead, gently calling him her ‘little baby bunny’

~Having a classmate microwave a heating pad for him. It’s a very boring plain one, so one day Kaminari decides to get his friend a better one as a present. So the next time there’s a really bad pain day he surprises the little with a heaty stuffed animal in the shape of a bunny which baby Izu adores.

[softpawpup]

— agere / petre bnha headcannons !!

🏫 izuku is a toddler regressor, bakugou is a toddler and middle regressor, ochako is a big sis caregiver, kaminari is a padded baby regressor, sero is a big brother caregiver

🏅 all might is a papa caregiver

the teachers of u.a. help take care of the littles and make sure they're doing okay

🏫 the different classes have playdates together

🏅 izuku is also a bunny regressor

💥 toga is a fox and bat regressor, shigaraki regresses to 5-6 (before his family passed), dabi is a babysitter for l.o.v.

🏫 bakugou and izuku are kinda friends again when they're both regressed, bakugou doesn't like admitting it but he usually wants to see izuku when he's small

🏅 toga likes to teeth on things and needs lots of mouth stims

💥 the u.a. teachers will sometimes give homework meant for kiddos in case the students have to regress so they don't fall behind

🏫 momo will craft custom blankies, pacis and bottles/sippy cups for the littles and pets when she can, she does research on how they're made and even tries not using her quirk at first to decorate pacis so she gets a better handling of them

🏅 ochako is a caregiver for izuku, bakugou and toga. mainly izuku and toga, but she also likes taking care of bakugou

💥 bakugou usually chews a little on his pacis and ends up damaging them on accident, everyone tries to give him chewies but he likes pacis more

[soft-persephone]

A Fresh Start 5

T // WC: 4.5k // things get a little warmer and we meet Barry for the first time. Imagine him as Lance Gross // masterlist //

Summer was almost over.

There was one good month left before the hard part starts. You were stressing over carpool drop off and pick up, what time you’d be getting to work, and so so much more.

Today was open house and Mo wasn’t having it.

You were beyond lucky to have your coworker and best friend Barry to help you with it, despite how little help he may actually provide.

It was nice he was here.

He was her honorary uncle.

“Come on Momo. You’ll be able to meet all your new classmates today!” He tried to hype her up.

“I don’t need to meet the rest of them.” She pouted. “I have Janine.” In a show of how absolutely done she was, Momo ran off just to do that, on her way to find her best and only needed friend.

Barry looked at you and you rolled your eyes. You were not opening this can of worms today.

You were already nervous, upset, and all of the above because you needed to discuss what had happened to your brother, your family, her suspension from her previous school and pray her teacher this year would be understanding.

Hopefully she would hear you out when you explain if Monice acts out, it’s because she’s going through a lot and not because she’s a bad kid. If it looked like you were struggling, it’s because you’ve been a parent before, and you’re doing this all by yourself.

“Look at us,” Barry grabbed your arm and wrapped it in his, holding your hand in the process, “being responsible caregivers.”

“I thought we’d have more time before we ended up at our first open house.” You sighed as you made it to the right hallway the teacher was supposed to be on. At least you hoped it was the right one.

“But it’s kind of fun to stunt on all these boring ass dads and you are the baddest mom in here.”

“But what if I—“

He smacked his teeth.

“Don’t nobody wanna hear all that. Momo’s face is shiny as hell, no ash in sight.”

“But she won’t wear her regular clothes!”

You looked at Momo as she excitedly chatted with Janine. Her pink tutu she decided to distress laid oover some jeans, and she decorated her sleeveless jean jacket she recently ripped up as well with every iron on patch she could find and bedazzled fingerless gloves.

“She’s 8!”

“My Momma would kill me if she saw Momo dressed like this!”

“And your Momma ain’t here, so there’s nothin to trip over.”

He was right, but you were not going to tell him that. Lord knows his head was big enough on its own without you inflating it.

“Go flirt with a single kindergartener’s mother!”

“You know who I came here to see.” He teased as Monique came up, waggling his eyebrows.

You pinched his arm as hard as you could and he put an arm around your shoulders and pinched you back just as hard if not harder. Both of you smiled through the pain.

“You are not ruining my relationship with Monique! She’s Momo’s best friend’s, Mother!” You hissed through your smile.

“A milf is a milf.” He said through clenched teeth forced into a smile.

You stomped his foot right when Monique came up.

“Heyyy.” She smiled at you both.

You cheerily greeted her back.

“Hey.” Barry squeaked.

“Well don’t you two look all chummy.”

“Her.” Barry scoffed. Starting a dramatic and somewhat disrespectful laugh.

You glared at him as he did.

Catching your eye, he stopped with a cough, muttering, “I think I had.. something in my throat.”

You rolled your eyes before replying. “Never in a million years.”

“Bear-Bear!”

“Hey Janine!” He crouched down. “Gimmie five!”

“Bear-Bear?” Monique giggled.

She was fucking giggling.

You froze, fighting the instinct to put a hand on your chest.

This could not be happening

“That’s what Momo calls him.” Janine shrugged. The simple joys of calling someone a bear thwarted any other logic and emotion.

As if summoned, Momo was springing towards him, jumping in his arms.

“You having fun?” He smiled down at her, his joy contagious, spreading among the girls.

Momo grinned, out of breath. She then stuck her tongue out at Janine on the ground who’ only made a silly face back at her from below.

“Bear who?” A low strong voice disapprovingly called out from behind.

You crane your neck behind you to see Marvin with his arms crossed.

“This is Barry. We work together.”

“We’re literally best friends.” Barry put Momo down. His face twisting into a familiar grin only you knew meant nothing but trouble.

“Who is this?” He stuck out a thumb at Marvin, the frown on his face stoney and unwavering.

Ignoring the question, he made his way towards Monique.

“He’s Janine’s dad.” You said, not thinking much of it.

Marvin meanmugged you for telling him.

“Don’t pay him no mind.” Monique smacked him in the chest.

“Married?” Barry smiled, butting his lip a little before looking between the two of them.

“Divorced actually.”

Marvin gave you a look and you pretended to not know what was going on, looking as dubious as you could manage.

“Hey look,” you interrupted, “I think that’s the teacher of our children.”

Monique and Barry were completely enraptured in one another. Neither replying as they walked side by side into the classroom. He was leaning into her, murmuring in her ear and she was flashing a hint of a smile you were used to seeing Barry pull out of women.

“What the actual fuck?” Marvin huffed at you.

“I don’t want this to happen either!” You whisper shouted up at him.

You averted your gaze. Your eyelashes flutter as you did. Marvin could be. . . intense.

When he was upset, he was even more intimidating. His size amplified it even more.

He wasn’t completely towering over you, but he had a way of making himself look larger.

But it’s just as possible, it was all in your head.

Your mind sometimes casts an adrenaline induced illusion that he was six feet.

A Scary but erratic fascination.

Not because men six feet and over are more appealing to you, it was . . . you aren’t sure.

Maybe it’s an inside joke you were running with yourself. He wore 5’11 like he was taller. He stood high. He never cowered. Never making one joke at his own expense about it. Self deprecation was not in his vocabulary. But it is worth noting, he is not little by any means. What he lacked in height, he made up for everywhere else. To knock him for that would be an insult.

Man’s was huge.

Did you have evidence to back all of this up? No.

But you had good old fashioned intuition, and she was never wrong. . . Mostly. There was that one time, but it was not your fault and it didn’t really count.

“Why did you bring him here?”

“He wanted to pick up single mom’s.” You were not making good excuses. You bit the inside of your cheek.

“So you introduced him to my ex wife?”

“No!” You whispered a little too loudly and everyone looked over to you.

“Sorry,” You waved. Everyone went back into their only little bubbles.

Marvin wasn’t fazed and continued to stare you down.

“He told me he was looking for young mom’s who just had kids. Sending them to pre-k or kindergarten or something” you pleaded, hoping he even partially believed you, “I promise you this Monique thing happened out of nowhere, and out of my control.” He seemed to soften up a bit after you said that.

You let out a breath of relief.

“Don’t sweat it.” He put a hand on your shoulder. You leaned into him on instinct. “It’s not your fault your friends with a dick.”

You chuckled as you walked towards the teacher, he followed, matching your footsteps. “He’s not a dick.”

“Look he’s your friend, you love him. I understand why you can’t admit it to me, but I know you know, so we can drop it.”

“Hi, I’m Miss Grace.” She held out a hand and You shook it, then Marvin.

“Which kid belongs to you two?”

You let out a polite laugh to hide just how riled up her statement made you. You put a hand over his that was on your shoulder to push it off, but he only held onto you tighter before pulling you a tad closer. Your cheek brushed up against his chest. The action almost made you fall. You elbowed him once you got your balance. He only chuckled.

“I’m Janine’s Dad.”

“I'm Monice's aunt.” Was the only explanation you both gave.

“Oh,” Ms Grace quickly turned before grabbing. A basket for you “me and some of the teachers put this together. We know of your situation and what happened to her parents, and the last thing we wanted you to worry over was school supplies.”

It had everything. Backpack, lunchbox, pens, pencils, paper, the whole nine yards.

Tears welled in your eyes.

“I.. you didn’t have to..”

“We did.” She momentarily placed a hand on yours.

“Your Brother had such an impact on us and the district. He’s done so much volunteering and organizing on our behalf. The least we can do is give Monice a few pencils and paper.”

“Thank you.” She handed you a tissue. You really hated that you were crying.

“And we do not expect you to do as much as he did. You have enough on your plate as is.” She made eye contact with you. “Let us take care of you as your brother has taken care of us.”

Marvin rubbed circles along your back. He breathed in and out loudly to give you something to focus on, helping you calm down faster, so Momo wouldn’t see you cry.

“I’m okay.” You gently grabbed his arm.

“You sure?”

You nodded.

Instead of walking away like you anticipated. He wrapped his arms around you. You blinked. The moment didn’t feel real, but as his large frame melded with yours, sliding your arms up his back felt like second nature. Your face rested perfectly in the space between his chest. You closed your eyes for a brief moment, letting his heartbeat wash over your senses. He smelled clean. It was distinct but soft, not too strong, blending well with the natural musk of his skin. When he let you go, it felt much too short of a hug.

“Did you wanna take the girls out to eat?” Monique appeared out of nowhere. Grabbing your hand and dragging you away.

“Oh,” you blinked with a smile at the sudden turn of events, Sure! Momo would love that.” You don’t notice the frown Monique was giving Marvin over your shoulder, or the way he dejectedly followed after you both.

Lunch was something. It was kinda nice to be with a large group outing. It has been a while for you.

There were no drinks or loud music or anything too crazy, but it was still nice. It was still fun. You can’t remember the last time you had been around so many people at one time in a restaurant that wasn’t for a birthday dinner or work thing.

“That really happened?” Marvin was dying laughing and you took a sip of your soda with a frown to keep from saying a bad word, in front of the kids.

“Yes, my friendship of who knows how many years almost ended because I didn’t want to split the bill with everyone and only pay for my meal.”

“I didn’t think that was a real thing.”

“Yes! And it’s rude!” Barry interrupted. “We all came out for a good time and we are all spending money. We’re splitting it!” He reached over to grab another slice of pizza.

Momo and Janine happily ignored them as they chatted with one another.

“And that’s exactly why I don’t go out with you all’ I’m not paying for your five drinks, four appetizers, and an entire entre’ you wouldn’t even eat, all because you wanna impress some girl!” You pulled at Barry’s ear and he slapped you on the thigh.

“Yeah us married folk don’t go through stuff like that.”

“I think there's those things called children,” Barry started with a laugh. “I heard they were pretty expensive.”

Monique laughed pretty hard at that, and you had to fight to not roll your eyes.

Barry was many things, but he was not funny. Does he have some ability to make people laugh from time to time? Sure, but that was a basic ability everyone had just for being born. Everyone was capable of it from time to time, but to ordain him with the belief that he was funny?

Scary business.

“Can I spend the night with Janine?” Momo wrapped her arms around you as you all made your way out.

“Please?” Janine followed suit, asking a bit more politely, her big brown eyes pleading with you.

“Only if Ms. Monique says it’s okay.”

“Don’t call me Ms.” Monique said pointedly at you before turning her direction to the kids hanging off your legs, “get in the car.”

They squealed in union. Clinging onto one another as they clamored to the car, skipping and jumping, and almost falling over one another as they did because they refused to let one another go.

“I’m so jealous of what they have.” You sighed contemplatively, “my best friend does not love me as much as they love each other.”

“I’m literally right here.” Barry smacked his teeth, his face falling and his eyebrows drawing together.

“We are coworkers who happen to have become friends.” You groaned, “I have a real best friend that I actually grew up with.”

“And where is she now, huh!” He raised his voice.

Oh he was really mad about this.

You held back any sign of frustration.

“I’m sorry I upset you Barry,” you dropped your shoulders in defeat of his petulant attitude, “you're my second best friend.”

“I’ll take it.” He wrapped his arms around you in a hug, but you refused to hug him back.

“Get. Off. Me.”

“I love you too.”

Barry Let you go with a huff.

“Need me to take you home?”

“I’ll walk.” you patted him on the shoulder, wishing him goodnight.

You watched and waited for him to leave, lingering as Momo hopped off in the backseat of Monique's car and until it was out of view.

You pulled your airpods out of your purse, preparing for a walk.

“Where you going?”

You turned.

Marvin was narrowing his eyes at you. The half slit of his eyes that were still visible reflected the nearest street light.

When God made Marvin, he gifted him the deepest pools of brown eyes you’d ever seen. No matter how dark it was or how little light may be around, the deep silky hughes of brown never failed to reflect it.

“Home?” you started slowly. “To my apartment.”

“Let me take you home” He took a step toward you, his shoulder’s dropping just a tad. His eyes that you loved so much pulled at something within you.

You stayed quiet, not really sure on what to say.

“Please,” He paused, holding his hands out before clasping them together, showing some form of realization, “I know you can take care of yourself and that you will be okay, but I won’t be,” he pointed towards himself, “until I see you walk through the door for the night myself.”

“Okay.” you relented, trying and failing to hold back a smile.

He walks past you, leading the way.

“This is your car?” you gently brushed a finger along the door, beaming at him from the passenger’s side. “My uncle used to have a car just like it.”

“Oh, yeah.” He smiled at you, tilting his head a little as you both climbed into the car.

It was some type of Impala. Late 60’s early 70’s. You didn’t know as much as your dad or uncle, but you knew a little bit. You explained to Marvin just as much.

“Yeah, instead of this daker green it was all black. He even got the interior redone. You rubbed the roof with the back of your hand. “It was like a suede or something,” you lightly touched several knobs and buttons, “and it had red accents on the floor, maybe the sides, “you smiled at the thought. “Or maybe it was gold. It's so hard to remember because we weren’t really allowed in his car, and on the rare items we were in his car he barely wanted us to breathe too hard in it.”

You glanced over to see him looking at you. He was leaning on the arms rest, slumped low in his seat as he looked up at you. His eyes languidly followed every microexpression of your face, the way you were touching random things in the car as you told your little story, each and every tiny thing he could, soaking up every bit of you he could.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to–”

“Nooo, no, please,” he said with a smile, his demeanor confused you, “go on. You don’t talk about yourself that much. Don’t stop by any means.”

You blinked, stunned.

“It’s nice.” He explained.

“I didn’t think you’d care to hear,” He straightened in his seat at that, sitting up tall, “or,” you started to explain before he could speak, “I hadn’t thought anything of it.” you shrug in an effort to show it wasn’t a big deal.

“What makes you think I don’t want to get to know you?” His smile wavered, but fell back into place. It felt like there was more to it. What exactly? You weren’t quite sure.

“You never asked!”

“Fair,” he nodded, relenting, “I never explicitly asked, but I didn’t know how to approach it with everything you have going on.” He defended himself, “I didn’t want to be another. . . inconvenience.” Is the word he settled on, not looking quite happy with it.

You’ve always felt like you’ve said enough, teetering the edge of politeness, but apparently, you needed to do more..

“You don’t talk that much about yourself either, Marvin.” You accuse him back.

“You wanna get to know me?”

Being in the car with him was starting to feel like a trap.

You were suddenly aware of the minimal space between you. The minimal space a car provided in general.

“I-I. . .” Your voice sounded winded and your eyes wouldn’t stop blinking too much. You were more than aware of how they fluttered around, trying to find something to land on that wasn’t him.

He started the car, graceful enough to not look as smug as you know he felt at causing you to end up in such an erratic state, more flustered than you’ve ever felt before.

You’ve never felt so off guard.

“Yes,” you eventually responded, your voice too breathy, your eyes still fluttering.

You’re entire body was a raw husk of a mask, hiding what? You were unsure, but you did want to hide. To cave into yourself and not be seen or perhaps disappear. . . Longing for some supernatural force to devour you from the ground beneath you.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you interrupted him.

“Marvin I do want to get to know you,” you licked your lips, your mouth suddenly feeling dry, “but you have a way of hiding in plain sight, and people don’t like talking about you behind your back.”

“Good or bad.” You quickly addd to prevent a follow up question.

“I didn’t realize I was such a closed book.”

“Marvin, yes you do,” the light accusatory tone you held surprised you as much as it did him. You were returning to something that felt more like you. You were starting to feel real and grounded again, “and it’s fine. Just. . . I don’t feel entitled to know everything about you. . . You’ll open up when you’re ready. You’re a grown man.”

“Noted.” He laughed at that, and you only smiled. “But just so we’re clear, you’re saying it’s my fault?” He momentarily looked at you, quickly catching how serious you were.

“I’m not blaming you for anything. . . You paused, searching for the right tone of voice or the right words but they didn’t come as quickly as you liked.

“You’re. . . Janine’s dad. And-and we live in this bubble of respectful parents who cross paths because their kids are friends, right?” You clasp your fingers together to help your explanation, “and I’m just Momo’s aunt, and they go to the same school, and my life isn’t what it used to be. I knew for a fact the change was coming and that things would be different, but I didnt’t know they’d be this different,” you licked your lips, searching for the point in your mind as you kept talking.

“And Momo is spending the last week of Summer with my parents, and it’s going to be my first week truly alone since everything’s happened, and I’m so scared Marvin. . . When it’s just me and Mo’ that’s one thing, but by myself, completely?” You huff through your nose, “I don’t know if I can handle being alone anymore.”

Fuck you lost the point.

Everything just spilled out of you. Each word, each new explanation felt like a grating of sandpaper across your mind, a spiritual self inflicted punishment for being too honest, for leaving too much spoken instead of letting them remain unsaid. The illusion you cast to represent yourself was losing its glimmer, falling down and revealing yourself bare before Marvin, leaving you to fight the sudden chill as you wait for his judgment, for him to reply.

“Alone?” He said in a somewhat scoff, more amused, than upset. His tone was gravely, low, and as soft as he could manage with his voice. He reached over to grab your hand as he drove. His hand dwarfed over yours as his thumb softly caressed at the back of your hand. Each swipe fills you with warmth

. His bare gaze on your soul didn’t feel quite so bad.

“So if I call you,” his voice washed over you, “you won’t answer?”

“Well, yes.” You said wearily, your voice slightly reverting. .

“Okay.”he nodded assuringly, “then if I call and you answer, That means I can invite you over for dinner on Monday? Cook you something real nice and as fancy as you like,” he continued lowly, his voice making your stomach to somersaults, “talk, get to know each other even more, and make plans to do it all over again.”

“Marvin’s I—“

“Would you like that?” He turned his body towards you, the car stopped at a light. “Or are you all alone?” He teased, worrying his lip with a snag of his teeth. Briefly flashing his teeth at you before his face fell into a heated gaze, intently studying you, making your face burn.

You purse your lips and nod, not trusting yourself to verbally answer.

He didn’t waver, keeping his eyes on you as he raised a brow.

“Yes, I- I’d like that.” You said softly, swallowing. Your mouth felt too wet and too dry at the same time. You licked your lips once more.

His eyes caught the movement flashing down before catching your gaze.

“Good,” he turned his attention back towards the road, “I look forward to it.”

He kept his hand over yours the entire ride home.

At some point your fingers start brushing the underside of his hand, ghosting along his palm as his thumb caresses the backside of yours.

“Let me walk you to your door.”

The words were a request, a question, but he said them more like an order, already dreading the engine and making his way to open your door.

The walk to your building felt slow, the elevator ride up even slower.

Youre steps were steady and sure, but everything else wasn’t. Marvin’s feet remained close to yours, never trailing too far behind or too far ahead of you.

You didn’t say a word, afraid you’d break or he’d disappear.

“Putting the key in the door you turned to wish him goodnight, but he was too close, causing you to bump into his chest with a low resounding thud that echoed in the hall.

He barely made noise, save for his hand that slammed onto the door to keep you from hitting your head on it as you tried to step back. You hand shot up for balance, resting on his chest.

“Sorry I—“

“— are you alright.” He was genuinely concerned. Worried about your wellbeing.

But that worry didn’t stop the parting of your lips after his words fanned across your face. How everything seemed to heat up within you, longing for more of the warmth radiating from his skin.

“I’m okay.” Your voice was slipping into a dangerous tone, your body moved faster than your brain. Layering your voice with a low sultry honeyed tone, begging for him to make a move without having to ask without throwing yourself at him and revealing how desperate you truly felt.

“That’s good,” his voice sounded lower, fuller as it flowed against your lashes. But he didn’t move his head an inch any lower. Just one decimeter of movement and your lips would align, but he wouldn’t take the bait, remaining still and standing tall over you. Close.

“Have a good night Marvin. Thank you for walking me to my door. . And for the talk.”

“Anytime,” he licked his lips just for a moment, torturing you, almost making you cave and to look, but you kept your gaze focused on him, letting it stay in your peripheral, “you have a good night too. I look forward to seeing you on Monday.”

You opened your mouth to respond but he was already taking a step back, leaving your personal space.

You closed your mouth, huffed through your nose as quietly as you could, disguising the rise and fall of your chest.

Fuck, when did you start holding your breath.

He was still looking and you were still waiting for him to leave.

A smirk slowly formed on his face as he remained, staring and standing still.

Oh fuck! You inwardly screamed at yourself.

He was waiting for you to walk through the door and lock it.

Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!

Whatever silent battle you both had, you’d lost.

Accepting defeat, you nodded, giving him a polite smile and opening your door you walked in and closed it. After the soft snic of your lock, you heard his footsteps retreating.

Hopefully, you will win the war.

You smiled, leaning against the back of your door as you listened to him walk away. Letting the butterflies fill your senses, your head feeling light, you balled your fists to curb it some. Hating how when you decide to bask in the feeling for a second longer, your breath felt like it was slipping away, straining tight in your chest and falling from your lips in short painful bursts of bliss. Torture.

Fuck him, for real.

[pttwice]

"hey, angel, mama and i have to leave for two days."

momo is usually against alerting mina so late if one of them or both of them have to leave for a work trip, but this one was too sudden for any advance notice.

mina looks up from her toys, panic quickly spreading over her face. she sets her blocks down and stands up, wrapping her hands in momo's shirt.

due to trauma from the foster family she was with, mina doesn't do well with both momo and jihyo leaving. even if it's just one of them, she still gets nervous they'll never come back.

"i know, sweet pea. i know it's scary, but i promise we'll come back and we'll give you so much love and so many hugs."

mina furiously shakes her head. she presses herself into momo, her heart racing as she grows more and more anxious.

"it's okay, angel. auntie jeong is going to stay with you."

jeongyeon is one of the few people that mina's grown to trust. she likes that jeongyeon brings her everywhere and doesn't mind that she doesn't talk a lot. but, even jeongyeon can't stop mina's mind from wandering.

any time one of her caregivers leaves, her brain goes to the worst case scenario. what if they hate her and abandon her? what if they end up in a really bad accident and can't take of her anymore so she has to go away?

mina looks up at jihyo, her eyes watery as she tries to hold back tears threatening to spill over. she tries to be brave and accept change, but it's terrifying thinking about someone leaving her again - even if it's only for two days.

"mama and i would love to take you with us, but it's not very fun. all the people we work with are boring and serious." momo tries to make light of the situation, but it only makes things worse.

the last bit of courage that mina has left breaks as a steady stream of tears spills down her face. she sobs and wraps her arms around momo's neck, the weight of her baby's body forcing momo to kneel.

jihyo clears her throat to stop her own tears and gently runs her fingers through mina's hair. if it were up to her, she'd leave and have momo stay with mina. unfortunately, their supervisor needs both of them.

mina cries and clings to momo for a while, momo gently rocking her from side to side to try and calm her down. eventually, she looks up at the clock above their tv and realizes that they'll be late if they don't head for the airport within the next few minutes.

"i'm sorry, angel, but i promise that jeong will love you and take care of you just as much as mama and i do."

"she'll even take you to get ice cream if that's what you want."

"and we promise to call you every morning when we wake up and every night before we go to bed."

mina's sobbing dies down a little as she wipes her eyes against her mama's shoulder. she pulls away and looks at her mama, her eyes glossy and red from her tears. "p-promise?"

momo and jihyo nod, each giving mina a kiss on the cheek. "pinky promise. and if we miss even one call, we'll get you a new lego set."

mina's lips curve into the slightest smile. she does love lego.

[ur-fav-is-agere]

Momo from DanDaDan

Is a mama caregiver!

[loveyjeongie]

Little!Momo Hcs

hi!! I haven’t posted much of anything in quite a minute so I thought i’d share some thoughts about little momo from this au I have (still working it out) :)

Momo is one of the members who regresses fairly often, she’s only usually big when she’s able to suppress it for times when she’s working but even then she happens to slip sometimes during schedules and has to be brought back to the dorm

She slips between ages but its only ever between 1-5 and she’s more frequently 2-4

Momo is autistic and also nonverbal when regressed

The girls have learned that when she regresses she doesn’t really understand korean very well, so if mina or sana aren’t around it gets difficult to communicate with momo albeit they try their hardest with the little bits of japanese they do know

This causes a lot of miscommunication tho because momo will get frustrated and upset that no one can understand her and vice versa :(

Mina takes care of her the most and is her primary caregiver among the girls, but everyone helps out a lot

Since momo doesn’t communicate verbally, mina got her a bear themed notepad (she loves bears) to write words or draw pictures to help them understand what she wants

They always make sure its nearby with one of those crayola orange markers bc its the only color she’ll write in (they bulk bought 100)

They also have communication cards that chaeyoung drew and had sana write with momo in both japanese and korean so it helps the other members as well

She’s a clingy baby :( she likes to play but other times she will cry a lot until someone picks her up and holds her, and will get really fussy when she’s put down again so she’s always kept very close to someone else

Jeongyeon got her a special weighted blanket that is only about 2 lbs and when she’s feeling very overwhelmed they wrap it around her and it calms her down a lot

Momo doesn’t like sitting on the couch or chairs bc she gets scared of being high off the ground without someone holding her, so they have a special area decked out on the living room floor with soft cushions and pillows, and the girls will sit with her there instead

Bedtime for momo is rough as she deals with a lot of nightmares, and after going through a handful of really terrible long sleepless nights they decided she’s not allowed to sleep on her own anymore

Mina sleeps with her most nights and momo is a lot more fussy when mina is busy or overseas for work but she doesn’t mind sleeping with any of the other girls as long as they make sure to stick to her routine as closely as possible

If she is going to bed with one of the other girls they have to facetime mina until she falls asleep otherwise she wont sleep

When she still has a really hard time during the night, they’ll wrap her up in her blanket and bring her out to her area in the living room and sleep with her there

She’s not extremely picky with food but she’s very specific about what she eats for breakfast in the morning because she wont eat anything else besides dry cereal and a bottle of slightly watered down orange juice

Her favorite member to have take care of her besides mina is jihyo :]

Jihyo even started taking extra japanese language classes to help her communicate with momo better

One of her favorite things is when jihyo holds her while singing songs from a playlist they made for her

Also when sana and nayeon play or stim with her, it makes her feel less nervous about doing it alone

She really likes animals. Even if sometimes the girl’s pets become overstimulating she loves seeing them and playing with them its really cute

Since momo is constantly on the floor they need to clean the dorm twice a day bc she’ll get sick if they don’t… the cleaning stuff scares her tho so they have to give her headphones and take her into an empty (already cleaned) room :(

this is kinda long, but if you want me to make a part 2 (I have lots I could talk about) or have any questions about any of it/want me to talk abt anything specific feel free to send me asks :] i’d love to talk about her

[tdoong15]

i really love your stories they are so cuteee can you do one of autistic!momo and cg!sana pleasee and she has a little raccoon stuffie thank youuu💖💖

Hiiii thank you so much of course I will do that (≧∇≦)/

Littlend!Momo. Cg!Sana

Warnings: none

Momo + Barbie

The day started out like any other, except for the fact that Sana wasn't woken up by the sound of her alarm clock, instead it was by an upset Momo who was clearly desperate for the other girl. “Mama! ‘ake up, Bawbie is gone!” Momo repeatedly shakes Sana, her missing toy wasn't actually a Barbie doll she was genuinely referring to her favorite raccoon plushie which she dubbed Barbie.

Initially, Sana was planning on staying asleep since she was incredibly tired but when she heard what was missing she quickly shot up and got out of her bed. “Do you know where you last put him, Momoring?” Sana asks as she holds Momo's hand while walking to the little's room. “Nuh uh, mama.” Momo shakes her head for further emphasis.

When the duo reached Momo's room, Sana opened the door and she immediately went on the hunt for the raccoon plushie because she knew how much it meant to Momo. Sana was rummaging through anything and everything she could as she was determined to find Barbie. Momo watched on from the sidelines, the girl started to get increasingly more and more nervous and panicked to the point that she was nervously stimming by picking at her hands.

“I FOUND BARBIE!” Sana declares as she raises the raccoon plushie high up in the air, her hair was a complete mess but she didn't care, what mattered to Sana was Momo's expression changing into one of relief and joy. “Barbie!! Mama you're da best!” Momo says as she hugs the plushie and Sana since she was very grateful of the fact her comfort toy was found.

Sana smiles widely as she returns the tight hug, she knew that Momo enjoyed pressure so she hugged the little with a lot of pressure but not so she was squashing Momo. “You're welcome, Momoring. Now that we've found Barbie, how about we go play together?” Sana suggests which earned her an eager nod coming from Momo before she ran towards the living room.

The caregiver tried her best to catch up but it was a bit difficult when she had to deal with Momo basically becoming The Flash. “I never knew you could move that quick, Momoring.” Sana says through breaths when she actually caught up to Momo. “Mama is so slow!” Momo laughs loudly as she sits on the floor. Sana couldn't help but laugh too, she felt like Momo's laugh was contagious and she couldn't stop herself from laughing as soon as she heard it.

Once they finished laughing, Sana sits down on the floor in front of Momo and they start a game of princesses and knights, which includes Momo and Barbie being the princesses and Sana being the knight in shining armor that saves them both from imaginary dragons that guard the tower. The dragons in question were actually Momo's dogs, Boo and Dobby, and the castle was simply the couch.

“Mama dats cheating!” Momo yells as she sees Sana distract the dragons by giving them treats. “Hmm? I think that I'm only using my initiative.” Sana responds with a giggle which only got her an unamused look from Momo. “Nuh uh, you gotta do it again.” Momo shakes her head as Boo and Dobby head back over to the duo.

After many attempts and Momo making up random rules, Sana was able to rescue Princess Momo from the evil (lazy) dragons. “What do you want-” Sana was going to finish her sentence before she got interrupted by her little girl. “ ‘m hungwry mama!” Momo responds in a loud tone while she starts to pick at Sana’s shirt with one hand while the other hand was holding Barbie and petting her dogs.

“Okay, how about we cook together?” Sana suggests which earned a nod to come from Momo. With that in mind, Sana picks up the little and she goes to the kitchen. “I wanna have pasta, mama” Momo requests as she is placed on the floor. Sana paused so she could think about what she would do, in the end she decided to make a simple spaghetti bolognese since it was something that she made with Momo a lot.

What was meant to be Sana attempting to cook by herself, turned out to be Momo helping by giving directions, she occasionally helped out with the actual making of her lunch such as preparing the pasta or mixing the sauce until it was sorted out. From time to time Sana would hear that she's not doing something correctly but she would quickly change her style for the one that Momo approved of.

After everything was made, Sana knew how to plate up the food perfectly since it was one of the things she knew what to do the best in the kitchen. “Does this look good, Momoring?” Sana asks while she presents the food to Momo, who smiles widely and nods her head quickly.

“Come on, we've gotta go eat now, Barbie.” Momo tells her raccoon plushie as she happily hops over to the table so she could eat with her plushie and mama. Sana has a small and soft smile on her face as she carefully carries the plates over to the table, trying her best in not tripping on anything. Thankfully it worked and she was able to enjoy a good meal with her little girl, who she sometimes helped with because she wanted her mouth to stay at least moderately clean.

Helloooo I'm sorry for not posting but recently I've been having major writers block and I've just not been able to think of anything. Work also get in my way and now I'm also back at college now, so I don't actually know what will happen I'll probably be able to write things though, so that's good. Anyway I hope you all enjoyed and you have a great day/evening/night

[yootdong]

Healing December (pt.2)

mina chuckled hearing chaeyoung's voice «i think they've arrived» while sana just come closer to her to seek warmth

«Tired unnie» and Mina smiled at how tiny she looked right now

«honey!» yelled chaeyoung entering the room and then throwing herself on the bed between her sisters «two honeys here!»

«hi chaeng» smiled mina

«hii unnie, sana unnie we bought you stuff, wake up!» and sana now was more awake than ever, bringing all her attention to the youngest

but before chae could say anything jihyo entered the room and seeing the position of the younger she laughed «what are you guys up to? chae jeongyeon unnie was looking for you, you need to change»

«uff, fineee» the youngest huffed going back upstairs

«Be careful on the stairs» Jihyo said before going to change too

when the singer came back mina and sana were sleeping again so the older one threw herself next to Sana, who unlike Mina would not have slept that night if she had continued like this «booo!»

sana jumped slightly, opening her eyes and then grabbing jihyo's sweatshirt «why are you still sleeping, huh?» but the girl didn’t answer still too sleepy to deal with the older one

«It looks so comfortable» Mina sighed as she looked at her unnie in her pajamas

«jeongyeon surely brought yours too baby» Jihyo reassured her

«i’ll go up and get it in a moment» Mina said and then curled up in the blanket again

«hey I have some clementines, do you want them?» Jihyo then said to Sana, knowing how much the younger one loved the fruit

«Yay!» the little girl screamed excitedly, forgetting about how cold and sleepy she was the moment Jihyo handed her the bag with the fruits «i’m too happy now unnie!» Sana laughed

«i know princess» giggled the older one

«Mina look! they got clementines!” and the slightly older japanese just smiled at sana running a hand through her hair

«appa jeongy is upstairs, right?» she then asked jihyo

«mhm, if you go up tell her to go down and retrieve the princess, I don't think she’s very inclined to get up» said jihyo seeing the girl curl up back in bed and making Mina giggle

and Mina went up finding Nayeon explaining to Momo how to make the bread plate while the older was holding Tzuyu in her arms «it’s burnt eomma!» Momo teased her

«it's not burnt, it's just... the beans»

then she saw Jeongyeon entering the room holding Dahyun's hand as she carried Chae

«What's this burning smell? what did you burn?»

«smells burnyy» giggled Dahyun running to her mom and leaning against Momo «fish bread! appa look! they made fish bread!»

«made? more like they set it on fire» laughed jeongyeon

«’inari!» shouted chaeyoung seeing mina walking to them while jeongyeon sited on the bug couch

«here’s my minari, did you sleep well?» nayeon asked wrapping an arm around the girl

«mhmh, is my jammies in the suitcase?» mina asked shyly

«of course sweetie, do you wanna take it now or later?»

«later» she said sitting next to momo «oh appa! jihyo unnie said that um you have to go downstairs to to take sana-chan»

«mh guess someone doesn't want to get out of bed huh? thank you for telling me baby» Jeongyeon said placing chae on the sofa between mina and Dahyun and going downstairs

«hey, what's going on here?» jeongyeon asked making Jihyo, who was sorting out her pajamas, turn towards her

«your princess over there» she replied pointing to Sana who was lying on the bed on her stomach hugging the bag of clementines

[loupy-mongoose]

Momo’s protective big sis energy is a delight. And Im glad Pari is nice. I was worried she was going to admonish the Lindens for allowing Midas to teleport like that even though they had no way of knowing he would do that.

Nah, she wouldn't be like that with them. She saw how relieved both parties were to see each other again, so she doesn't see any need to bash them.

But thinking about it, I don't think she even knows he teleported. She just found him after the fact, and I don't believe anyone has stated he teleported out loud. As far as she knows, little baby Mew just ended up separated from his parents/caregivers somehow.

[agerefandom]

My Hero Academia/BNHA (agerefandom masterpost)

Sound and Silence: full fanfiction featuring domestic regressor!Aizawa and cg!Hizashi Something Wrong: full (HEAVY) fanfiction, where regressor!Katsuki gets cornered by Izuku and doesn’t react well Class Outing: full fanfiction, featuring Izuku regressing while at the mall with Class 1A caregiver!midoriya headcanons regressor!camie and caregiver!katsuki headcanons

regressors!ochako and toga art regressor!kiri art tokoyami and dark shadow art regressor!toga art toga and big brother dabi art regressor hawks art regressor bakugou and cg!momo art regressor!shigaraki and cg!midoriya art caregiver!toshinori moodboard (and another!) regressor!midoriya moodbard regressor!toga moodboard caregiver!bakugou moodboard (and another!) regressor!kaminari moodboard (and another!) (and a third!) regressor!shigaraki moodboard