#caregiver!wednesday

[sm0lpup]

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[caregivingchrysalises]

you don’t owe anyone material representation of your regression my love. your way of coping is always valid and worthy of love, care and respect dove. you don’t need to justify or prove your regression sweetheart. regression is as beautiful and unique as each and every star who engages with it. you aren’t stuck with the small age you share and it’s always okay to flutter through different ages, or be unsure of what age you are lovebug. you don’t need to conform to anyone else’s idea of what regression should look/sound like baby. you are valid as you are sweetheart. your royal prinx loves you so so much. there’s no “right” or “perfect” way to regress dearest one. you are doing such a good job my star, your buba is so incredibly proud of you darling. your regression is valid because it’s yours lovebug~ and you deserve to have your needs and wishes listened to honey.

{regression looks, feels and sounds different for every star~ and that is truly magical}

~you are worthy of so much love, your prinx

[creative-caramel-coffee]

I miss your writing😂 I need me some weems, now idk if you’ll consider writing age regression ? Bc I have another idea if you do.

So r is depressed bc they ran out of medication and forgot to refill it since they’ve become ill (me rn it’s horrid and messing with my head) no one’s seen or heard from r and weems has to do a welfare check. Here she finds a depressed and very sick reader. She knows of readers bad back ground (they are a shifter and was found hanging onto life after being abused in a facility like hydra for shifters) so when r becomes all clingy and very child like it confessed weems. R is so touch starved it’s insane, but with weems rn she’s like a child wanting and craving the affection just needing to be held. So naturally weems does that and that’s how she discovers the fever r has and that r ran out of her meds so weems nurses her better. Oh! Could also add r isn’t sleeping bc of nightmares due to their background?

Sorry for the long request and I’m not even sure it makes sense. I need my Damn pills lmao.

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A little sick

Pairings: Weems x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: you're sick and regressed.

TW: agre? Sickness, depression, medicine (prescription),

A/n I’ve never written this kind of thing before so tell me if any of its wrong. Cute request tho :) let me know if you like it or want to see more of this kind of thing.

Part 2

Waking up and feeling like your bones were made of lead was not the way you wanted to start the day. It took all of your strength to pull yourself upright. Standing on shaky legs you wobble over to your dresser pulling out the pouch of pills that helped you with the aftermath of the facility and the depression it left. You knew firsthand how bad it could be to be a shapeshifter. Hunted and experimented on. You drew a deep breath pushing the thoughts away and exhaling slowly and shakily.

Unzipping the pouch, you frowned. All the blister packets were empty. You were out. You slouched dejectedly. It was going to be a long day. Yoko had already left for classes and to be honest you didn’t really think you could make it to the wardrobe to get changed let alone all the way to class. You sighed dejectedly and hobbled back to bed and laid down on your back staring at the roof. The feelings were getting harder to push away.

Your chest felt hollow, and you choked back a sob. The last time you were sick … was back there and to be honest you had no idea what would happen if someone found out here.

You zoned out feeling a familiar fuzzy feeling swallow your mind. You tried to push it away which only seemed to make you headache unbearable. The pain was what made you slip. Dropping hard, you felt your body shift. Soon the bed felt much bigger as you curled into a ball and cried. You were tired but scared to sleep, the nightmares seemed to be ever persistent.

You had no idea how long you had been crying, small sobs wracking the tiny body on the bed. Soon a knock sounded on the door.

Weems had had reports all day that you had been absent. Knowing your history with depression she knew it was imperative to do a welfare check as soon as she could. Looking at her calendar she swore. She had a copy if the nurses schedule for meds and prescription refills. Yours were out and it looked like nobody had picked up more for you.

She finally signed off the email she had spent the morning drafting to the mayor. Closing her laptop she toed on her heels, opting to take them off to give her feet a break when sitting and stood smoothing out her skirt. She hurried out the door and to your dorm. Hearing small noises inside she hesitated before knocking, she knew you were in there was was slightly terrified of what she would find inside the dorm.

Hearing the soft knock on the door you wiped a small fist over your eyes and sat up still silent tears running down your cheeks. You waited and heard the door open.

Weems peered into the dimly lit room; the windows still drawn. She saw a small lump on the bed and slowly walked over. The closer she got the more shocked she became. Why was there a toddler in the dorm and why did she look exactly like … y/n?

Small sad eyes looked up at her and sniffled. Weems stood awkwardly not really knowing what to do. She had a suspicion. She knew you were a shifter like herself. She looked down at you and it clicked. It made sense with the amount of trauma you had. You had regressed both physically and mentally to a child. Looking down at the sad child, you looked up at her and extended your arms.

“Up?” You asked with childlike innocence. Weems felt her heart melt. Gently she placed her hands under your arms and lifted you onto her hip. Almost straight away you buried your face in her neck, and she let out a soft gasp.

You were face too warm. Gently she peeled your face from her neck so she could look you in the eyes while she bounced you on her hip. You let out a soft whine at the loss of contact and weems shushed you as she placed a gentle hand against your cheek then forehead.

“Oh honey. Are you not feeling too good right now?” She asked. “Do you feel icky?” She said and you nodded and sniffled, the tears slowing.

“Alright. Well, we are going to get you some medicine then we are going to come back to my place for some sleep.” She said and you whined.

“No sleep.” You pouted and Weems frowned. “Cuddles?” You asked.

“Ok sweet girl you can have cuddles but why no sleep?” She asked.

“Mean dreams.” You pouted and she felt her heart break. Of course, you had bad dreams, that was almost assured with what you had been through. Why didn’t she think of that. Patting you back she used a hand to guide you back to her neck as you put your thumb in your mouth.

Weems winced knowing it probably wasn’t clean but there wasn’t much she could do about it right now and she preferred it to the crying. Holding you on her hip with one arm and the other on the back of your head she saw a small white fluffy thing under your blanket walking over and pulling out the stuffie you brightened as she tucked it between you and her chest as you wrapped you free arm around it.

“Alright honey let’s go get some medicine for you.” She said and left. She knew the school week enough to make sure nobody would see the two of you, God the rumours would be endless if students saw weems with a child. Careful to avoid any class windows Weems made it to the infirmary. As a shapeshifter herself she knew that the doses of medicine would need to match the physical size of the body. Balancing you on her hip she looked into your eyes.

“How old are you sweetheart?” She asked and you looked at her shyly holding up four fingers and puffing your chest out.

“Im four.” You grinned.

“Wow. Big girl huh?” She asked and you smiled wider.

Weems pulled out the bottle of medicine labeled 3-6 and any other supplies she would need. Carefully making her way back to her office she slipped back into her own quarters to take care of you.

You whined as she set you down on the couch but stopped as she lifted you back into her lap. You sure were clingy like this. Measuring out a dose of medicine Weems coaxed you into drinking it which made you stick your tongue out in disgust after.

“Yucky.” You said. Weems chuckled.

“Im sure it was sweet girl.” She said and stroked your hair. You buried your face in her chest and fisted your hands in her shirt.

“Alright bedtime. I think someone needs a nap huh?” She said and you whined.

“Nooo.” You said.

“Alright how about some cuddles instead?” Weems asked and you smiled.

“Cuddles?”

“Yes. Cuddles.”

“Yay cuddles.” You celebrated.

“Alright sweet thing lets go to my bedroom and we can cuddle.” She said knowing you would fall asleep in no time. Curling into her chest more and wrapping you small arms around Weems she felt her heart melt again as she ran her nails up and down your spine. You shivered and enjoyed the touch.

After a few minutes you seemed to be fighting sleep, eyes drooping before flying wide open again with a small whimper.

“Honey whats the matter? Why won’t you sleep love?” Weems asked softly.

“Bad dreams.” You whimpered softly and weems patted your back running her hands through your short hair. It was much shorter than normal probably from the shift.

“Honey, you need to sleep, I’ll be here the whole time. I won’t leave your side, ok? Do you think you could be a brave girl and get some sleep for me?” She asked softly.

Burrowing your face into her neck you nodded and shuffled around to get comfy. Weems knew either way based off how exhausted you seemed you would be asleep soon regards of what you wanted.

And as predicted after about five more minutes weems felt your breath even out against her chest and heard small snores coming from you. She smiled softly down at you and decided then and there she would never let anything hurt you again.

MASTERLIST

[likeasecondself]

ignore it's a day late but for #wipwednesday i need everyone to see this specific vision of ronan taking care of adam when he's sick, it's a must

(i'll post the whole fic on ao3 with the same handle as my tumblr @likeasecondself this weekend)

[anewkindofme]

Tagged by the fabulous @pimento-playing-hopscotch!

I have 2 Grey’s agere Christmas AUs that I am working on right now. Here’s a look at one of them. Who doesn’t like a sick fic at Christmastime?

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“Really, Uncle Derek,” Jackson says, trying to get up from the couch. “I can drive me and April home. I brought my car…”

Derek gently pushes on his shoulder and drops him back down beside his cousin. “Oh, I know you brought your car. There lies the problem.”

“Told you we should’ve brought our bikes,” April mutters to Jackson. “Quicker getaway.”

“Your mode of transportation wouldn’t have mattered, April,” their uncle corrects. “You two know you weren’t supposed to come over here.”

“Oh, that won’t give us a complex about your love for us,” Jackson quips.

Derek tilts his head. Jackson holds up his hands.

“I was just trying to make a joke. Sheesh.”

“Maybe now isn’t the time for jokes. You know your aunt and I love you both. It doesn’t change that Alex is sick and you two shouldn’t be around him right now. He’s very contagious.”

“You can’t get chickenpox twice!” Jackson argues. “I already had it when I was 5.”

“You can. It’s uncommon, but it does happen.”

Jackson scoffs and folds his arms over his chest. April sighs. “Uncle Derek, I can’t get chickenpox.”

“Anyone can get it. As a doctor, you really should know that.”

“I mean, I’m immune.” Derek casts her a dubious look. “I’m serious! All three of my sisters had it at the same time, plus my cousins, plus a lot of the kids at school. If I was going to catch it, don’t you think I would’ve by now?”

“Alex also didn’t have it his entire 26 years of life, and now he does.”

“Okay, but that’s Alex. His immune system is worse than mine.”

“I’m not arguing about this with you. On top of both of you knowing you shouldn’t be around Alex, you were also told not to come over. Not just by me but your parents as well.”

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No pressure tag: @laneybishop89 & @the-flaming-nightmare

[pughedness]

cg!wednesday!

enid would definitely make Wednesday play tea party with her.

[wenclair-abo]

I posted ch 19 of Time To dance!! I think you’ll love that Ajax is finally gone!

[marsthegaymer]

How do all of you guys feel about these?

Wanda Maximoff x Little! reader

Reader goes non-verbal and Wanda stumbles upon Y/N in there headspace and wanda just looking after them.

Wednesday x Little! reader

Wednesday x little reader

Just pure fluff between wednesday and the reader while watching movies on halloween

Lady dimitrescu x Little reader

alcina keeps promising Y/n thing but never pulls through because she gets busy and keeps ignoring her. what happens when Y/N gets rejected and travels to see donna and alcina sees they are missing?

[tiniest-puppy-around]

idk if you can do this but can you maybe write wednesday x little reader it’s totally okay if not

Helloo!

Thank you sooo much for your ask!

Not completely comfortable with writing x reader stuff but i ended up making some caregiver headcanons for Wednesday which hopefully are ok too? 😅

So here you go:

Caregiver Wednesday Headcanons + Moodboard!

-While her demeanor may give the picture that she doesn't really care or is a bad caregiver the opposite is true.

-she doesn't show it but she cares a lot and would kill for her little and anyone else she cares about.

-at first she struggled with the physical aspect of taking care of her little, be that comforting touches or cuddles, but for her littles sake (especially if they are very touchy) she'd do her best to get used to it.

-her more... Macabre? Interests terrified her little and possibly also made them cry, but after a while they just became somewhat used to it (with Wednesday doing her best to tone it down)

-Wednesday LOVES getting slightly spooky plushies for her little! And if it has the color black? Perfect!! She spoils her little with plushies whenever she can, black bats, black cats, black dogs, etc.

-Aside from plushies she spoils her little with all of the spooky little gear there is! Spooky Onesie? Check! Spooky Paci? Check! Spookie blankie, bottle/sippy and toys? Check!!!

-While repulsed at first she will read her little whatever story they want (though she'll do her best to sneak in as many spooky, scarier stories as possible) (her little 100% secretly loves watching her struggle to get through a cute colorful picture book!)

-Wednesday will sneak dramatic macabre plots into pretend play with her little (Wednesday: you will be punished for your crimes. Now off with your head! *pretend-decapitates stuffie for it's crimes of stealing a cookie*)

-Thing has an ability for sneaking itself into the hearts of people, and Wednesdays little was no exception! Playtime, Tea parties, arts and crafts, etc. If they are little Thing is close by! (and Wednesday is totally jealous of how much they play together!)

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I really hope you like it!

Lots of Love,

Charlie

[writerswho]

The logic of Littles and Caregivers doesn't work for me. Besides my whole problem with people simply agreeing to take a government-controlled eugenics test [seriously, who's insane to trust the government?], there's also the issue that the Littles are taken from their homes and handed over to total strangers. And no one complains. Nobody thinks it's weird.

Why don't they leave them with their families? Why can't the parents who are good enough to look after them when they were three years old the first time can't look after them again? The parents already took care of them when they were children once, they can do it again. There are cases and cases, and I'm sure not every environment is ideal to leave little ones in and not every parent wants to deal with it, and in the same way child protection would take a normal child from a bad home they have to take the Littles too. However, I find it hard to believe that there isn't a family out there willing to keep and look after their children in and out of headspace.

Especially in the case of the Addams, which are the stories I came into contact with that left me puzzled and annoyed. Gomez and Morticia are great parents and would never let anyone take their children away, they would kill anyone who tried and drink their blood too. In case any of their children were small, they would fight with any government institution to keep them. In such cases, why don't the caregivers go and live with the family instead of the little one being abruptly ripped from their home? The Addams would never allowed one of their children to be taken away, but they would accepted anyone who was there to help care for and look after them.

Especially if the caregiver is Weems, as in the stories I've read. It makes much more sense for Weems to go spend some time living with the Addams to care for Wednesday in an environment familiar to her, than to drag her elsewhere at the risk of doing damage to the girl's psyche — not to mention that she can take advantage and steal her parents' hearts, but that's another point. 

[caregivingchrysalises]

darling, you’re never ever being unreasonable when it comes to regressing. you’re not being “too much” for having needs/wants and giving voice to them sweetheart. you’re allowed to take up space little moon, you’re safe to spread your wings with me dove~ the chrysalis and i will always be here to catch you as you learn to fly. i’m endlessly proud of you~ everything is going to turn out just right love, that’s a prinxly promises.

[ur-fav-is-agere]

Enid from Wednesday

Is a caregiver!

[monkeycloud]

Little on Wednesdays

“Wednesday?” Enid gets no response, she snakes her way closer to the girl. She sits on the bed, her body pointed towards her. She can see her friend shaking, if she didn't know better, Enid would say she was shaking in fear, but when has Wednesday ever been afraid?

“Wends?” Enid bites at her bottom lip, confused about what to do. She can see the girl digging her free hands' nails into her other arm while squeezing the stuffed animal's neck tight. “It's me, Enid, I see that you have found Oliver, he’s one of my favourites.”

The wolf's tone is light, almost the same one she would give to a small child, but Wednesday is no child, not actually.

Enid looks around, trying to grasp ideas on how to go about this bizarre situation with her roommate.

It clicks

A/N

This was a small excerpt from a fic I wrote a couple months ago. You can check it out on my AO3 page, same username as here. Hope you enjoy it, and if you didn’t, ah well.

[the-flaming-nightmare]

Tagged by the wonderful @anewkindofme! 🩷

To absolutely no one's surprise, I have started on YET ANOTHER Grimm agere fic! I'm determined to get this one out before the end of the month tho, so here's a snippet of it:

Monroe parked his car across the street from the Portland PD station and grabbed the tote bag off the passenger seat before climbing out. It was nearing Nick's usual lunchbreak, and since Monroe was well aware that he had practically been living on greasy takeout and vending machine snacks for the past two weeks, he decided to come surprise him with a healthy homemade meal.

The Portland PD had been working nonstop the last couple of weeks to figure out the identity of the city's newest serial killer on the loose (which for once wasn't Wesen related), leaving the department scrambling for anything that could potentially lead them to their killer. Nick was basically living at the precinct at this point, only ever going back to his or Monroe's place to shower or get a couple measly hours of sleep (usually only at the behest of the captain or Monroe himself). The word 'stressed' didn't even come close to describing Nick's state of being the longer this case dragged on, and Monroe worried that Nick was going to reach a breaking point if he didn't slow down long enough to actually get some proper food and rest soon. And Monroe could tell that that breaking point was fast approaching.

Nick wasn't as subtle as he liked to believe he was when it came to hiding the signs of his regression. In the few nights Monroe had seen Nick this week, he's caught his boyfriend sucking his thumb in his sleep and staring longingly into his little room more than once; not to mention the several times he's almost referred to Monroe as 'daddy.' Every instinct in the Blutbad screamed at him to swaddle Nick in every blanket he owned and keep him holed away in his home until the Grimm no longer looked like he was going to pass out at any second. He resisted, though, knowing that doing so would just result in Monroe being put in the proverbial doghouse for the foreseeable future as soon as Nick was aged back up. So, Monroe just kept doing what he could for Nick as his partner without straying too far into caregiver territory. Which had not been easy, to say the least.

Monroe walked through the precinct doors and made his way to the bullpen. He gave a smile and wave as he passed by Hank on his way towards Nick's desk. He frowned, however, when he found it empty. Scanning his eyes around the room, Monroe couldn't see Nick anywhere. A stab of worry hit him, but he forced himself to take a calming breath and walked over to where Hank now sat back at his own desk.

"Hey, Hank?"

The detective looked away from his computer screen and up at Monroe.

"What's up, man?"

"Do you know where Nick is? I thought I'd surprise him with some homemade lunch today, but he's not at his desk."

"He's not?" Hank stood up and looked over across the bullpen at the other detective's desk, brow furrowing slightly when he saw the empty space as well. "That's weird, he should have been back by now."

"Back from where? A lead?" Hope briefly flashed across Monroe's face at the prospect of a potential break in the case.

Hank shook his head. "No, the bathroom. I saw him rush off in that direction about ten minutes ago."

The man's response replaced all traces of hope with a mix of panic and dread, heart sinking to the pit of the Blutbad's stomach. He kept it all from showing on his face, however, and swallowed thickly before replying.

"Ah, well, I'm sure he's fine. Probably all that junk he's been eating finally getting the better of him!" Monroe forced a chuckle that he opened was convincingly light-hearted enough for the detective not to question. "I better go check on him, though. Just in case he really doesn't feel well from his, uh, stomach."

Open tag since I posted this late af lol

[anewkindofme]

Tagged by the fabulous @pimento-playing-hopscotch

Here's another look at the Christmas tree Farm fic...

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“What’s going on here? Is my little kitty cat up?” Jackson nods, yawning a little, making him look even more adorable in his Barney footie pajamas with the matching pacifier clipped to them. “I thought you were sleeping.”

“Wanna s’eep in big bed.” Addison walks over to them. “That ‘kay, Mommy?”

“That’s more than okay.” She kisses his forehead. He makes grabby hands so she takes him into her arms and cuddles him for a moment. “You want Mommy and Daddy to lay with you?”

“Jus’ Daddy…Mommy s’eep later?”

“Yes. I’ll finish folding up a certain little kitten’s laundry.” Addison tickles his cheek, smiling when he giggles. “And then I’ll shower and come snuggle with my boys.”

“‘Kay. No stay up too late, Mommy. Need lotsss of s’eep.”

Addison kisses his nose. “I won’t stay up too late, I promise. Now, you make sure your daddy gets some sleep. He’s very, very old, so it’s important.” Mark rolls his eyes. “I’m only a few months older than you, Red.”

“Still a very old man.” She gives Jackson one last kiss before passing him back over. The little boy nods in agreement.

“Daddy superrr old. Uncle Der and Daddy dinos.”

Mark narrows his eyes. “Oh, really?”

“Uh huh. Lexy said so.”

“And what are Mommy and Auntie Meredith?”

“P’etty,” Jackson declares, putting his pacifier in his mouth.

Mark shakes his head. “Well, I can’t argue there.” He pecks Addison’s cheek. “This old man better get this baby to bed.”

“Sweet dreams, Grandpa.”

“Daddy, Mama,” Jackson mumbles beneath his pacifier. “Not Gran’pa Capt’in.”

Addison squeaks while Mark can’t hold back his laugh. Jackson’s eyelashes flutter sleepily, too tired to pick up on it. As Bizzy and Captain didn’t even want to be known as “mom and dad” to their kids, they kept insisting that Jackson call them by their first name. Ever the polite people pleaser, he did just that…until Archer talked him into calling them “Grandpa Captain” and “Nana Bizzy” while regressed. Not that Bizzy and Captain see or speak to Jackson all that often, but the look on their faces every time those words leave his mouth is enough to remind Addison why she keeps her brother around.

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No pressure tag @the-flaming-nightmare & @laneybishop89!

[bealittlesblog]

Pjs and cereal for brekkie 🥺 it's a chill day..♡