#caregiver!wednesday

[sm0lpup]

little!enid x cg!wednesday moodboard

[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

[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!

[anewkindofme]

Thank you for the tag @pimento-playing-hopscotch! Here’s a look at today’s Whumptober installment.

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“Why are you still here?”

Mark looks up at his best friend. Derek’s eyes aren’t nearly as judgmental as they could be. And as annoyed as Mark wants to be by it, it is a fair question.

Why is he still here? Why is he so worried about this kid? Mark isn’t a teacher. He hates teaching. The only reason why he’s at this teaching hospital is to be closer to his wife and best friend. But then Jackson came into his life, with his crappy sutures, and drive for plastics. And suddenly, Mark wanted to teach. He wanted to help Jackson.

He may be 27, but he’s still just a kid. A kid whose family is nowhere near. Catherine works out of Boston. Harper travels often. Mark isn’t sure if he’s ever heard anything about Jackson’s dad.

“I couldn’t leave him here alone,” Mark says. “How is he? I know Avery listed me as his emergency contact…”

“This goes beyond that now. I had to call LPS.”

“LP…” Mark trails off, tilting his head. “That makes no sense. Jackson isn’t a Little. He’s a neutral. I read his paperwork when he got on my service.”

“I don’t know what the hell happened, but that kid is definitely not a neutral. Not even close.”

Derek’s eyebrows are drawn together and wrinkles form in his forehead as he frowns. Mark’s stomach flip flops.

“Derek, what the hell is going on?”

“Jackson’s experiencing drop sickness. A particularly bad case. He’s got a fever of 103.2, his heart rate is off the charts. I’m running more tests right now, but I’m almost certain he has an ulcer, or multiple.”

Mark digs his fingernails into his palms.

“Who’s his caregiver? How could he get this bad?”

“If his paperwork is a lie, I’m unsure why he would have a caregiver.”

“But how could his mother allow…”

“Mark, I don’t know. All I do is that Jackson is in serious trouble, medically. And LPS is going to be here soon, so you can’t see him.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Mark…”

“He has no one else, Derek. I’m not going.”

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No pressure tag @cianmarstoo, @the-flaming-nightmare & @laneybishop89

[tiniest-puppy-around]

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Caregiver Larissa Weems & Regressor Wednesday Addams

Requested by Annonymous

Headcanons, Moodboard and Oneshot!

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Soo this request was a request of Caregiver Larissa Weems and Regressor Wednesday Addams.

It was originally an anonymous ask but i accidentally deleted it while editing (I'm super clumsy, very sorry about that), so i really hope it will still reach the person who requested it😢.

I also got a bit carried away and ended up writing a whole Oneshot😅But since the request was for Headcanons i made sure to include some!

Hope that's still ok and you'll enjoy it and find it dear requestor!

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-Weems found out after Wednesday slipped from being upset and overwhelmed while being scolded by Weems after she got caught investigating again.

-Larissa Weems knows about age regression from her own time at school because she had a friend who'd regress, so she already has some experience as a caregiver.

-Wednesdays parents know about her regression and support it

-Wednesday is embarrassed of regressing so her and her family don't really talk about it and she doesn't regress infront of them unless she has 0 control about it

-both love cats and love looking at cat books together, mostly books about cat breeds or their behavior

-Though hesitant to accept, Wednesday also likes the cat themed picture books that principal Weems will bring from time to time

-Little Wednesday chews on her hair a lot which principal Weems doesn't like

-She encourages Wednesday to use the teether she got from Enid.

-She brings it with her but is still to embarrassed to use it in front of her

-They drink tea together while Principal Weems tells Wednesday about her and her parents time at school

-Principal Weems got a Sylvanian families silk cat which sits on her office desk

-Wednesday let's her little black and Principal Weems silk cat "hangout" while doing something else with principal Weems.

-Physical contact isn't a thing between the two, it's mostly just them keeping each other company amd talking about their mutual interest in cats.

-after THE events with a comatosed principal Weems (as the author i decided i don't have the heart to let her be dead) Wednesday ended up secretly missing her

-Enid took her to principal Weems office so Wednesday can get her little Silk from there to take care of it for her

-Since she has trouble expressing her emotions she usually shows her emotions through her little cat

-for example, if Wednesday says her cat is upset, she usually means that it's her who's upset.

-so when Wednesday told Enid that her kitty is worried about principal Weems and misses her, Enid could feel her heart breaking

-Wednesday got a get-well card with a cat on it for Principal Weems and wrote a get well message with Enids helps (though she of course only wrote the card because of her kitty!)

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Wednesday has always kept her regression a secret, it's just something she does by herself, which really only changed once Enid found out.

Her Family knows about her regression but she's not really comfortable doing it in front of her parents. They know about it and support the fact she regresses but it's not talked about. While her regression helps her a lot, she's still embarrassed of needing it.

So when principal Weems found out she was very embarrassed.

It was discovered by Larissa Weems after Wednesday once again got in trouble for investigating. They were in principal Weems office and she was loudly scolding her for not listening to her again and just playing detective anyway.

Wednesday, who was already stressed as it is from the eventful investigation, was both very upset and overwhelmed by the scolding.

Her principals loud words made her feel both angry and sad, she was just trying to help, why can't she just see that?. The noise level of principal Weems voice was also getting even higher the more upset she got with her, which made Wednesday desperately want to cover her ears, runaway and scream. The combination of the harsh scolding with the overwhelming amount of noise just made the girl feel smaller and smaller. This left a distressed, slipping Wednesday standing infront of an angry, pacing principal Weems. Her hands where itching to move to cover her ears but instead she just tensed her body and pulled her shoulders up to her ears, looking at the ground while trying not to show how upset she is. Wednesday was just desperately trying to keep her composure and not slip even further. And this was working quite well, until Principal Weems snapped at the girl, who to her seemed to just be staring of into space.

"Miss Addams! Are you even listening to me?!". This sudden rise in volume was the last straw for the girl. Her hands quickly flew up to cover her ears while a whine left her throat. She quickly rushed away into a corner of the room, trying to escape the source of her distress, where she curled up into a ball, lightly rocking back and forth while still covering her ears, leaving behind a stunned principal Weems.

While at first paralyzed from shock at what she just witnessed, principal Weems slowly started approaching the distressed ball of Wednesday.

"Ms Addams? Wednesday?"

she spoke softly, crouching down next to the younger girl, who just continued to cower away from her. With a sigh the principal continued talking to her,

"I didn't mean to upset you, I promise I am not mad, I was merely worried for your safety".

This seemingly reassured her enough to lightly uncurled herself, still not looking at her, but it became visible that she was chewing on one of her braids, which Larissa Weems furrowed her brows at.

"Now, why dont we get out of this corner and somewhere more comfortable?"

she suggested. Wednesday seemed to like this and hesitantly let the principal lead her to one of the comfortable chairs in her office where she sat her down across from her.

"I'm sorry i was so loud, you didn't like that, did you?"

she gently asked the small girl. After a few moments she mumbled an short answer around her hair while looking at her feet

"scared me".

This, plus her overall demeanor quickly made the principle realize what was going on with the girl.

"That was quite scary wasn't it? I apologize for that. Now, my dusty old office probably isn't a place for little girl such as yourself. Is there someone who knows about this? Perhaps a friend?"

Weems asked, looking at her kindly. After thinking for a bit the girl hesitantly mumbled

"Enid?",

both suprised and glad that there seemed to be no judgement coming from the older woman.

"Very well then, let's go see Miss Sinclair. And just so you know Miss Addams, if you ever feel like this again and you need some help, my door is always open for you"

she replied before escorting her to her dorm and leaving her in the capable hands of a suprised Enid. The whole situation was a shock to Larissa Weems but it also strengthened her urge to make sure the girl stayed safe, despite all the trouble she'd put her through.

Wednesday at first avoided being around principal Weems, but after a while of warming up to the idea, quietly started wandering into her office while regressed, usually with her small cat in hand. At first Larissa Weems didn't interact much with the regressed girl, worried that it'd scare the girl away, who usually just seeked her company. Eventually she took together all her strength and approached the girl, who was just quietly sitting on a chair, looking at a small black object in her hands, which uppon crouching down next to the girl she realized was a flocked black cat figurine.

"I like your little cat Miss Addams"

she kindly smiled at the regressed girl

"Thank you, i got her from Enid"

Wednesday quietly replied.

"That is quite nice of Miss Sinclair. Did you know i like cats myself?"

Larissa Weems told the girl.

"Really?"

Wednesday asked.

This started a regular arrangement of a small Wednesday wandering into principal Weems office and them looking at books about cats together. Be that books about all the different breeds of cats, their anatomy, behavior or once in a while a picture book about cats, though Wednesday is more hesitant accepting them.

At some point Larissa Weems purchased a small sylvanian families Silk cat figurine because it reminded her of the time she spend with the younger girl. When she showed it to Wednesday the girl seemingly got a bit excited. She showed it to her with the words

"I have small cat friend now too Miss Addams. Maybe our little cats will become good friends don't you think?".

Now whenever a small Wednesday visits principal Weems, she puts her little cat figurine next to principal Weems silk cat so they too can spend time together while they look at books.

Wednesday continues to chew on her hair but upon principal Weems encouragement she occasionally brings her bat teether along, though she is often too embarrassed to use it around the older Woman. In the rare moments when she is missing her parents and feels comfortable enough to come to her with it, principal Weems will tell her a bit about their time at school, though she's pretty reluctant when it comes to Wednesdays father.

After THE events, with Weems comatosed in the hospital (with my powers as the author i decided she's not dead in this, but instead just comatosed) a regressed Wednesday found herself secretly missing the older woman quite a lot.

Enid took Wednesday to principal Weems office after she asked her to, so she could get the little silk cat from her office. Wednesday told Enid

"I need to watch it for principal Weems, she'd want me too".

One evening Wednesday actually went a bit teary eyed, which till now only happened after she'd had nightmares about one of her friends getting hurt, and asked Enid if she thinks principal Weems will be ok because "Her kitty misses her a lot".

A heartbroken Enid reassured her that she thinks so and that she'll be glad to hear that her silk cat was in good hands until then.

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Alright! I hope y'all like it :) Was a bit rushed since i wrote it this morning after a spark of creativity (caused by the lack of motivation i had for studying).

And it did end up being more of a Oneshot than Headcanons (sorry about that).

I love seeing your feedbacks and hearing what you think about it!

So feel free to leave a comment or leave an ask (which i hopefully won't delete this time😅sorry again!). I'm soooo happy that you guys are leaving requests!

If you have a request or want to share your own Headcanons I'd LOVE to hear them!

[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?

[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. 

[ur-fav-is-agere]

Enid from Wednesday

Is a caregiver!

[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.

[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.

[stirthewaters]

What Cg means?

I just read your newest story and you wrote "Cg Wednesday" I know...it's really lame that I don't know what it means... but my native language isn't English!😭

Oh no worries at all! I probably should have clarified with another tag, it means “caregiver Wednesday” 🫶

[ashyblondwaves]

Tomorrow is my day off but I have so much to do that I'm already tired just thinking about it.

[anewkindofme]

Thank you for the tag @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

I’ve been working on the next “Anonymous Ones” for like 3 days and it’s a very slow process. So, here’s a look at Alex and Jackson’s talk.

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“Can we talk alone?”

Meredith tilts her head and raises a brow. “Alex…”

“I’m not going to beat him up or anything!” Alex practically whines. “I just want to talk without the four of you hovering around.”

Addison, Mark, Meredith and Derek all exchange some looks, clearly having a silent conversation. Alex is staring at Jackson now. He doesn’t look pissed off like he did the night before. In fact, he’s kind of hard to read. Not completely embarrassed but also not friendly. Jackson tightens his arms.

Mark looks back at Jackson. “Are you okay with that Jack?”

He isn’t sure. But he also remembers Mark saying something about how Alex regresses younger than Jackson. Not by much. Jackson usually regresses at around 2-3 years old, if not a bit younger sometimes. Alex falls between 18 months to 2 years. If he can handle talking alone, then Jackson can too.

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

Mark arches a brow. “You sure?”

“Uh huh. Can we just get this over with?”

Mark gives him a stern look but it doesn’t last very long. Instead, he squeezes his shoulder. Meredith points to a spot halfway onto the grass.

“You two can go right there, no further. We’ll sit at the table. One sign of an argument and you’re coming back here.”

Jackson nods. “Yes, ma’am.”

Meredith wrinkles her nose but Alex is already striding for the designated spot. Jackson slowly follows behind him. Realistically, he figures Alex won’t start a fight. Unless he’s trying to bait him again. Jackson sticks his hands in his pockets. There’s no way he can punch him if they’re in there.

Alex glances over his shoulder once they’re there. Their foster parents are gathered around the picnic table, watching them.

“Fuck,” Alex says.

Jackson furrows his brows until he sees Alex staring back down the field. He shrugs and turns back to Jackson.

“Alright, we’re good.”

“Huh?”

“If they could hear us, Derek or Meredith would lecture me for cursing.”

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No pressure tag: @snowviolettwhite, @cianmarstoo, @actualalligator & @the-flaming-nightmare

[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