#caregiver weems

[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

[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!

[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. 

[littledollll]

Hey 😊 I love your littlespace oneshots. They're so comforting to read when struggling/in a small headspace.

If you take requests at the moment, could I please ask for a larissa weems (caregiver)& Reader (little) oneshot where the reader has been struggling with nightmares due to it being a trauma anniversary so she's getting flashbacks in her dream. Larissa comfort her with cuddles and stories. Maybe uses a pacifier and Teddy for comfort.

(If you aren't taking requests that's okay)

I've had a hard time myself irl and need the comfort fics aha

In her arms

Cg!Larissa Weems x little!reader

A/n: listening to a little kid sneeze as I write this, lovely entertainment.

Warnings: nightmares mentioned, nothing else I think.

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“Darling.., little one, what’s wrong?” Larissa mumbled, still half asleep as she felt your body practically clinging to her own. She was woken up by you tucking yourself tightly against her, and then she heard your quiet sniffles, feeling your silent tears bleed through her nightshirt.

You had hidden yourself against her the second you were startled awake by yet another nightmare, this is the third one of the week.

“Did you have another nightmare?” She asked softly and you nodded. “Oh sweetheart..” she spoke through a soft sigh, wrapping her arms tightly around you now. One of her hands gently massaging your scalp.

“You’re safe here with me. I promise you that.” You nodded once more.

You knew that. You felt it. If there was anyone in this world you’d want to be with you in this moment it would be her. You truly did feel safe with her, but it didn’t stop you from getting shaken up.

“Here, sweetheart.” Larissa’s voice brought you out of your thoughts as she handed you your favorite teddybear. Of course it was immediately received with a smile and a big warm hug. “thanks you mama..”

“You’re very welcome, little one. Now, would you like to talk about your dream, or do you just need some comfort and your paci, hm?”

“ask that every time..” you complain, and she nods. “One day, you may want to. And I just want that option to be out there for you.” She placed a kiss on your cheek before she got up, heading out of the room. You missed her for a moment, but knew exactly was she was doing, so your mind was eased of any worries.

She came back only a few moments later with your favorite paci in hand, and she sat against the headboard, letting you get comfortable against her once more along with your teddy before giving it to you.

“You always look so cute with your favorite paci.” You giggled, hiding your face in your hands.

“Rest your head little one, we can talk and cuddle until you’re back to sleep.” Immediately you burrowed yourself against her, the soft, cool fabric of her pijamas felt comfortable against your cheek.

“When I was younger, I use to have only nightmares. If I went to sleep it was either nightmares or nothing… obviously I preferred nothing.” You nodded in agreement as you nuzzled ever closer against her. You nudged her hand, encouraging her to continue playing with your hair as she was before.

Larissa silently complied while she continued speaking. “But after some time those nightmares started to fade away. Being less and less each night an eventually they became rare.”

“I have no doubt in my mind that soon you’ll be resting easy just like before.. and with time those nightmares will be only a far away memory in your mind. You’ll start forgetting all about it. Of course sometimes it’ll still hurt, but it won’t haunt you as it is now. And I will be right by your side through it all, okay?”

Larissa looked down to find your eyes attentively on her. You looked tired, but calm.

“okay..” you mumbled through your paci and against her skin, sinking into her. “Very good. Just close your eyes, sweetheart. I’ll be right here to protect you.”

She felt you sigh deeply, a sense of relief and calmness making you feel warm and comfortable as her arms hugged you just a little tighter.

This was the safest you could be. Wrapped in the warmth of her love, she would let nothing in this world harm you.

[sapphic-moon-child]

Oh, Baby... Chapter 6

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Wife!reader Fluff level 10000000% Warnings: smut, mentions of TTC and pregnancy struggles, mentions of child abuse and trauma, mentions of eating disorders, food struggles, Age regression.

Chapter 6: she's… little?

You woke up the next morning before Larissa to find small eyes on you, looking for permission to cuddle. "Mommy?" Amelia whispered and your heart melted at her statement. "Do you need some snuggles honey?" You were met with several nods and your little girl scooting to you in the soft morning glow. Opening your arms you welcomed her and tucked the blanket around her. The movement slowly woke Larissa and she held a finger to her lips. "Mama be upset me" you scrunched your face a bit in confusion. "Honey why would mama be upset with you?" You softly questioned. "Cause I'm not big." You looked at the girl and thought you had an idea of what was going on. She was probably never tested, but both of you were state caregivers.

"Honey how old are you right now" you kept your eyes on her only flashing Larissa a quick look to not draw questions to the girl. You watched as she held up 2 fingers. She was a little, you knew from her files it said nothing about her classification. You knew there was several Littles in the school and they had designated caregivers, but you had a little now and she was officially yours. "Mama won't be mad sweetheart, we understand sometimes you are big, but sometimes you are little. There's no need to be upset, you can be little anytime that you need to be and mama and I will take care of you and love you just the same." You snuggled her into your chest and looked at Larissa. "We need to go shopping today my love." Larissa nodded and slowly slid out of bed, she got dressed and came to take the small girl from you so you could do the same. "Mama up?" She asked, making grab hands at Larissa. Her small stature was easy for Larissa to pick up and tuck close.

"Let's go get dressed sweetheart" while you dressed Larissa battled the little into her clothes. She set her down in the living room with cartoons and went to find you. Walking into the bedroom she found you pulling on a sweater. "We are going to have to get so much to have her safely here. Josh and Amanda are bringing her things here from the dorm later." "I know, I've been mentally making a list of things. Firstly though a carseat, and shoes that fit her. The ones she has seem to be pinching her toes, poor thing." As you two were softly chatting you heard a blood curdling scream and crying coming from the next room. You and Larissa went running and she scooped Amelia up telling you to get a towel. "Oh my God!" You immediately held Amelia's head and pressed the towel to her eyebrow to stop the bleeding. "She had to have hit the coffee table. Oh I feel so stupid. Shh honey it's okay!" Larissa cuddled Amelia close and bounced the small girl gently. Her cries turned to small whimpers. "Riss it isn't your fault, kids get hurt. It was an accident." Luckily the cut wasn't deep enough for stitches, but left a pretty big bruise. After a plaster was applied and tears wiped away you three headed to the car. By the time you got to the store three towns over, Amelia was fast asleep so Larissa decided to just carry her. The two of you got a multitude of things that the little one would need. A safety gate, bumpers for the coffee table, highchair clothes and more. You brought up needing to get bottles and some paci's just in case. While over in that section your eyes caught Larissa looking over at the supplements. "Riss? You ok?" You asked softly, putting a gentle hand on her arm. "Oh I'm fine, did you get the bottles and some sip cups?"

You nodded and gave her a soft look. "Riss I know what you were thinking, and I'm not opposed to doing it either. I think she could really benefit from that time. And if she opposes it then we will have it for future use." Larissa smiled at you and put six bottles of the lactation induce and boost supplement into the cart as well as two supplement systems for you and her. After all was purchased you loaded the car and after much frustration installing the safety seat you were able to put Amelia in the car. Thankfully you and Larissa bought an adjustable infant seat as well knowing about Amelia's shape shifting powers should the need arise. The car lurched forward and you headed to a small Cafe for lunch. Amelia surprisingly stayed asleep while the two of you ate and chatted. Amelia woke up with a soft whine and Larissa rocked her softly. "Hi mama" "Hi sweetheart, would you like something to eat?

Mama can get you some Mac n cheese?" The little shook her head and nuzzled into her chest. "Mnot hungry mama" Larissa sighed and snuggled the little, not forcing the matter. "Would you like applesauce?" You tentatively asked. You were pleased when Amelia gave you a small nod. Reaching into your purse you pulled out a pouch of applesauce and gave it to her, ensuring a happy giggle. "Riss Mary is coming over tonight to properly evaluate Amelia. It doesn't change the adoption, but it will give her the right help for school and the caregivers grant to help offset the cost of all the things we will need." Larissa cupped Amelia's cheek and smiled at you. "I think that's a good idea. She told you she was two, I wonder if she will drop lower or this is her lowest. It's rare for her to drop this early, but with all the trauma it's understandable."

After lunch was finished you headed back to the cottage you called home. Amelia had fallen asleep only to wake up when the car parked. "Mo-Larissa? Where are we?" Amelia asked sleepily, correcting herself quickly. Larissa gave you a knowing look, getting out of the car and opening Amelia's door. "Sweetheart, we're home, and we have a few things we need to talk about, but first let's get you unbuckled. Amelia's eyes went wide at the safety seat and she knew her secret was out. Tears started to pool in her eyes. "Hush now my love, no need for tears." Larissa guided her into the house and you carried in a few bags. You watched Larissa gently guide Amelia to the couch to sit, you followed to sit on the other side of the small girl. "Why was I in the seat Larissa? Ya know in the car?" The young girl asked fiddling with her fingers obviously trying to play ignorance. "Well my love,  I think you might know that answer. Is there something you've been hiding? You aren't in any trouble, but we need to know the truth." Larissa softly padded her knee and you gently rubbed her back. "I…I…please don't send me back. I can stay big, it was an accident!" The girl burst into tears and covered her face with her hands. "My love, no we aren't sending you back. We love you so much." Larissa wrapped her in a hug and you kept rubbing circles on her back. "Sweetheart we love you just how you are, big or little. How long have you been in your littlespace?"

You gently asked her. "Since I came here last year." She whispered through hiccuped breaths. "Why didn't you come to me, my love?" Larissa pushed gently knowing the girl had one of the few single dorms. "When I went home, I was little and grandfather beat me and made me promise not to tell anyone. He said only cowards are little." Your heart broke in a million pieces. "Honey you aren't a coward, and if you need to be little that's ok, we will always let you be big or little and our love will never change for you Amelia Weems." You cooed softly and she hugged you. Larissa wiped a few stray tears and turned to quickly wipe your cheeks too. "Amelia, why don't we get you a nice hot bath and some pj's? Then mama can order pizza okay?" The girl nodded and gave Larissa a quick kiss on the cheek before taking your hand and following you into your large bathroom with the big tub. You set out everything she would need and ran the water for her. "Ok sugar, I'll be right outside if you need anything."

"No… I… I mean can you stay?" You nodded, a bit surprised. "Sure I can honey." You noticed she was having trouble with her shirt, wincing in pain. "What's the matter, sweets? Does something hurt?" She looked at her feet and nodded. "Do you need help?" She nodded again and you helped her gently take her shirt off. When she turned around you saw the large bruise on her back. "Honey what happened to your back?" She shook her head and mumbled a soft "nothing" at you. You grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her, turning her to face you. "Honey no secrets, I'm just worried." "One of the older boys bullies me… he…shoved me down and I hit the fountain a few days ago." You softly pulled her to you and wiped away her tears, mentally noting to talk to Larissa later. "Do you want me to wash your hair for you?" She nodded hesitantly and you helped her into the bath, telling her you'd be right back with a cup so she didn't have to bend down. Walking into the kitchen you caught your wife just as she hung up the phone from ordering take away.

"Riss, can you dose Amelia out some ibuprofen and paracetamol, and a bottle of juice? She has a gnarly bruise covering her back due to one of the older boys shoving her into the wall of the fountain." Larissa gasped and nodded quickly while you grabbed one of your larger cups walking back to the bathroom. You got down on your knees and slowly scooped up some water. "Head back a bit honey" she complied as you wet her hair and poured a bit of your own shampoo into your hands to run through her hair. Gently you massaged it through and watched her relax as you softly scratched her scalp. She turned a bit and rested her chin on her arm that was now placed on the edge of the tub. After a few minutes you grabbed the cup and rinsed her hair, then repeated with the conditioner. After her bath was finished you helped wrap her in a big fluffy towel and lead her to your room where you pulled out one of Larissa's old shirts and handed it to her along with a pair of her shorts and underwear.  I'll stay here but I'll turn around, okay honey?" She nodded at you and she put on her pants but struggled with the shirt.

"Can you help me?" She asked with a small blush. You turned around and pulled the shirt over her head holding out the sleeves for her to slide her arms into. "Would you like me to brush and braid your hair?" Amelia nodded and hopped up in the bed in front of you. A soft knock came from the door and you looked up and smiled. "Hello my dear, I come bearing some medicine to help that not hurt so much." Larissa sat down in front of Amelia and handed her the juice and gave the girl the two syringes of pain medicine. Once she was done with her juice you started brushing her hair, noticing Larissa was watching you, but also noticing Amelia was softly playing with her fingers. Once you were done braiding her hair Larissa produced a small tin of cream.  "Amelia, can I put some of this on your back? It smells good and will also help it heal. I promise to be gentle." She nodded and turned around laying her head in your lap with her back up. Larissa stifled a gasp when she pulled the young girl's shirt up, nearly crying at the sight. How could someone do this to her? She thought to herself. She gently applied the balm and pulled the shirt down. You were softly stroking her cheek, soothing her through the pain of the light touches. "All done honey." The three of you made your way to the living room just as the doorbell rang from the pizza guy. Larissa paid him and set the pizza on the table. After you all had your fill of pizza, a soft knock thrummed through the house. You let Mary in and was surprised that Amelia waved at her from the couch. After a few moments of talking you three decided to just ease into the assessment. You turned off the TV as Mary came to sit with Amelia. "Hello Amelia, how are you?" "Good, sore but mom helped with that." Mary gave a knowing look already knowing about the incident. "I brought some things with me and I want you to tell me which item you like best. And the. I have some questions, it's that ok?" You watched Amelia nod her head and waited with Larissa on baited breath. Mary set out three toys. One for an infant, one for a toddler, and one for a slightly older little. You watched as the girl seemed to like the toys and picked the small rubber stacking cups that were for infants. She then pulled out 3 more toys just like before. This time you chose a panda stuffy made for toddlers that had light up feet. She repeated the process one more time and you chose the infant toy again, not even flashing a thought to the older toys. She then asked a few questions to the small girl. "Amelia, do you know when you feel like you're going to drop?" Amelia shook her head and explained that she pushes away the tingly feeling often because it hurts. "Do you know how often you drop?" The young girl shook her head no. "That’s okay honey, would you like to go watch some tv for a bit and take a break? Amelia nodded her head and ran into you and Larissa's room. “Well it looks like she ranges around 1-3 in her little space. Do you have all you need to accommodate that?’’ Mary asked you two gently. “We do, and we have no intention of changing our mind about her. She is still the same girl we chose to bring into our lives.

[v3nusxsky]

Hello Mars!! Hope all is well. Hoping to request a student agere Larissa fic!

It’s parents weekend and r is a shapeshifter and when stressed or nervous she regresses to the age she feels. R’s parents come and they know (or don’t know, up to you) that R regresses which annoys them and tell her to grow up. So when R is feeling overwhelmed, they run to Larissa in tears and regresses in her arms. Maybe R stays in her arms while Larissa finishes her work and basically loves R like her own🥺

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Precious Angel

*Authors note~ I love this idea sm and I can't wait to write it *

Trigger warnings~ age regression unsupportive parents shapeshifter r

Prompt~see ask^^^^^

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Regressing was something you tried to keep private from your family, they weren't the most supportive parents in the world, especially when you told them about your sexuality. They'd practically disowned you at this point. So that's why when you were told they'd visit for this parent's weekend all you felt was dread. Why now? You'd attended Nevermore now for three years, so why on earth would the visit now after leaving you here three years ago and telling you to forget their existence, you were a ward of the state as far as they were concerned. Nothing more than a freak.

You still remember it as clear as day and yet now you'd have to face them again. The trauma they had caused you was the whole reason why Doctor Kimbot explored the idea of regression, your shape shifting ability adding an element that allowed you to reclaim that part of your childhood. Larissa was the only other person who knew you regressed, she caught you in your toddler state crying and stumbling your way through the Nevermore halls late at night. And that is when she met Oaklyn. You decided to give her a name that you think would've fit you well and it helped separate your mindsets.

Larissa and Oaklyn hit it off, Larissa falling in love with the little girls toothy grin and infectious giggles. She immediately took on the caregiver role for Oaklyn and you knew if you needed to let Oaklyn out she would always be safe with Larissa, her motherly instincts made both you and Oaklyn feel incredibly safe.

Your parents had been at Nevermore a total of two hours and you were already stressed beyond belief. Their constant nitpicking and comments where driving you insane and making your ache with a sadness you thought was long gone. You could feel Oaklyn wanting to slip but with them here it felt near enough impossible for you to let her. That's when they found Oaks box. Larissa had gifted the little girl the box made out of oak wood, painted a nice Saige green with her name in gold letters. The box contained all of her little items.

When your parents followed you to your dorm and spotted the box you felt your stomach sickly twist with fear. To say they hit the roof was an understatement. Your dad went redder than a tomato and your mother began to throw Oaks items on the floor, effectively breaking a few and scuffing the beautiful hand made box. You lost your control then and there, Oak slipped, tears streaming down the two year olds cheeks as she looked up to see your mother and father breaking her items.

That was all it took for the little girl to burst out in tears and flee the room, followed by insults being hurled her way. The little girl instinctively found her way to Larissa Weems office, without knocking she pushed open the semi shut door and stormed in. She was hysterically crying and picking at her clothes which was scaring the headmistress. "Hi baby" the blonde greeted the little girl only to be met with a teary "momma" cut off by hiccups and her hands outstretched in her signature "grabby hands" motion.

"Oh baby, come to momma" was all the toddler needed to hear before slamming her tiny body onto the older woman's. "Momma, mean people broke special box" she sobbed clutching onto Larissa like a life line. "Oh baby your box is broke? Momma can try fix it or get a new one okay? What caused the slip love?" Oak pouted and took a few deep breaths, "parents mean things going leave me sad" you mumbled as you nuzzled into the woman.

She scooped you up into her arms and moved back to her desk, settling you on her lap as you snuggled impossibly closer. "You're okay my love bug, thank you for finding momma darling, I'll make sure it's all okay don't you worry. Mommas so proud of her girl, you just rest pretty baby" she murmured rocking you gently which happened to soothe the two year old to sleep as she clung to Larissa as if she'd disappear. "I'm here love bug, I'm never gonna leave you. You don't deserve those awful parents darling. Mommas gonna protect you" she promised with a sweet kiss to your forehead.

Word count~ 853

[goosethepumpkin]

help wait i just got an overwhelming urge to write a universe where u have wenclair right?? but like Amber Freeman (from scream) is a legit psychopath but we love her so she gets sent to nevermore...

actually im gonna make her a werewolf or vampire cause that suits her real well so she gets sent to nevermore right?? wait omg can i do hybrids?? like a vampire and werewolf like she has the temper of a werewolf and ferality and psycho ability of a freshly turned werewolf but she is also mysterious and cant be in the silent cause i mean look at Amber she gives lesbian vampire vibes.

and Tara, Ambers 'best friend' (crush) who unfortunately after many years of christina carpenter problems (parent problems) she gets sent to the next suitable caregiver/guardian. The Addamses.

who coincedentally has wednesday at nevermore and since lil Tara is ptsd and u kno? not ok she gets sent to nevermore for wednesday to protect.

which she then meets up with Amber coincedentally, after the ghostface killings. and yes amber was not charged with any cases of murder, they framed richie. and shes a werewolf/vampire soo yeah. shes is now legally under the protection of weems.

i presume this would also start around id say after crackstone? so on the holidays before school starts for them, and weems is not dead!! pretend she somehow survives.

BECAUSE THEN WE GET SLOW BURN WENCLAIR AND TAMBER!!

[nicoles-story-corner-ii]

The ShapeShifter and The Pup.

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Hopefully the first of many one shots involving Little Enid and Caregiver Weems

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One shot #1: Safe Space

It was loud that day. Entirely too loud. Enid Sinclair made her way through the halls of Nevermore Academy, as she walked she attempted to block out the various small noises that pounded her sensitive eardrums. To her dismay the noises remained louder than ever. She tightened her manicured fingers around the books in her arms. She knew she needed to go to her next class but what she wanted to do was follow the corridor to the large office towards the end of the hall and once inside the large office just climb into her mother’s arms and give into the fuzzy feeling that sat at the back of her mind.

From that moment on Enid and her “mother”, or principal, had a special bond. Which set off a whole slurry of issues for teenage Enid. When her biological mother found out that Enid regressed she had essentially exiled her from the pack. That had sent Enid into little space for almost a week after she received the letter. During that week however Weems had shown her nothing but love. Her arms had been the safest place in the world to the werewolf. When Weems held her close she felt like the large arms around her were an impenetrable force that nothing bad could breach. Which led her to today.

The small noises of Nevermore had piled on top of one another which was beginning to overwhelm the blond. She wanted to be independent and stay big but she more so long to crawl into her safe place and let herself be little and innocent.

The blond werewolf was so lost in her own head that when she found herself in front of the large wood door with the gold name plate it was enough for her to give in. She let the books fall from her arms and her knapsack off her shoulders. She pushed the large wood door open without concern for if the principal was alone in the room. To her delight the room was in fact empty save for the tall woman at the desk. Tears pricked the eyes of the werewolf as she called out for the woman who had not heard her entrance.

“Mommy.”

Weems quickly dropped what was in front of her when heard the tear filled voice of her daughter. Age quickly stood and crossed the room.

“Are you little, darling?” Weems’ voice was soft.

Both her little and teenage self called the woman by that name, although her teenage self usually stuck with the regular “mom”, when her emotions got the better of her she’d revert back to the more juvenile name.

The question alone caused the fuzziness in Enid’s mind to begin to take over, dropping her into a headspace not quite little but not all the way big. Enid didn’t bother answering the question, instead opting for one of her own.

“H..” words were failing the girl, tears cascaded down her reddening cheeks.

Frustrated with her inability to speak, Enid did something she would do when she was in little space. She extended her arms up towards the tall woman in front of her. Weems wasted no time in picking up the girl. Once the strong arms wrapped around her creating her safe place, that was all it took for the girl to drop. Sobs burst from the now small girl into the neck of her mother.

“I’m here, sweetheart.” Weems softly whispered as gently bounced the girl in her arms. “Mommy’s right here.”

Although she was crying, an immense relief had taken over the blond. She was right where she wanted to be. Her thumb made its way to her lips to act as a soother now that Enid was slowly beginning to calm. To her dismay her mother gently pulled the digit from her lips. Enid was about to protest and immediately place the digit back where she wanted it when a pink pacifier was placed in her mouth. With her sobs now quieted and her tears beginning to dry Enid laid her head in the crook of her mother’s neck with the express intention of being as close as possible to the woman.

She clung tightly to the blond woman as she continued to bounce her as walked the two of them to the apartment tucked behind the large office. When they reached their sanctity, Weems took the girl to her nursery. Enid knew what was coming. When they reached the pink room Enid felt Weems gently pull her way to lay her down. Enid was resistant not wanting to be away from her caregiver.

“Darling.” The accented voice was soft. “You know you need a nappy.”

Enid still didn’t yield to the woman as she laid her head back down and sucked her pacifier.

“Darling.” Weems tried again. “Once we change you we can cuddle and have a nice warm bottle.”

The prospect of a warm bottle and cuddles was enough for the girl to release her grip on her caregiver and allow her to lay her on the changing table. Enid sucked on her pacifier and looked around her nursery as her uniform was removed and a pink cloth diaper was slid under her and snapped on the front. Weems stepped out of her line of sight but kept her soft hand on Enid’s bare stomach. When she reappeared she had two sets of leggings and two pull over sweaters. The leggings were both a shade of pink. Weems held them both up so Enid could pick, the latter choosing the light shade. Weems smiled down at her and then held a sweater in each hand. One sweater was pattered with cats and the other with unicorns. Enid pointed at the cats.

“Good choice.” Weems smiled at her.

Enid beamed up at her caregiver from behind her pacifier. She laid still like a good girl as her caregiver dressed her in comfortable garments before finally lifting her back into her beloved safe space. Enid snuggled into her caregiver as the woman carried her to the kitchen. Enid watched from the tall woman’s hip as she expertly warmed up sweetened milk in a pink bottle. Enid kept her eyes on the white liquid as it warmed in front of her. She began to drool around her pacifier.

When the bottle was properly warmed and tested the two left kitchen and settled into the rocker in the living room. Weems gently shifted the little’s position into a cradle. She supported Enid’s head with one arm and carefully removed the pink pacifier with the other. Enid almost protested the removal of the object out of instinct but was quelled when it was quickly replaced by the rubber nipple of her bottle or “ba” as she called it when she was very small.

As she suckled her milk and snuggled into her caregiver, things were finally quiet for the little girl.

[barbaramoorersm]

December 6, 2020

December 6, 2020

2nd Sunday of Advent

Isaiah 40: 1-5, 9-11

Isaiah speaks words of comfort to a struggling people.

2 Peter 3: 8-14

Peter writes of the “final days”, which the early Church believed were immanent.

Psalm 85

The Psalmist describes the Kingdom of God.

 Mark 1: 1-8

The Gospel begins with John the Baptist pointing to Jesus.

 We are near the half way mark of Advent and yet the Gospel writer fails to even mention the birth of Jesus. Why is that the case?  Might it be that Mark’s early Church was focused on the resurrection?  Perhaps because the community as we said last week, was suffering from persecutions, threats from Rome, the destruction of the Temple, as well as the issue of non-Jews coming into the Church, that Mark moves directly to Jesus’ message and ministry.  He seems to be dealing with the community’s present moment.

Whatever the reason, the role and significance of both the prophet and John the Baptist are very important.  The Prophet Isaiah is quoted often in the New Testament and the early Church saw in his words, predictions about the coming Messiah. Today, our Jewish brothers and sisters do not see that, but we must remember that the early Church was largely composed of Jews who reverenced their holy books.

But this week perhaps it is wise to focus on John the Baptist, who according to Scripture reminds us in some ways of Jesus and yet he was very different.  We are told they are connected by blood and their births were both announced in very unusual ways.  Their mothers, one very young and the other aged, were surprised by their pregnancies. The younger woman, Mary went to assist her cousin and remained with her for a time, perhaps as caregiver.  Both children had unusual events surrounding their births.  John whose name was chosen outside the cultural norms of his day, and who responded in his mother’s womb to Mary’s visit.  Jesus who was born in poverty but was surrounded by visitors. Angels, shepherds and eventually wealthy visitors. Predictions were made about both children.  Both were called to serve the God of Abraham and Sarah. Both faced capital punishment. But in many ways, as we reflect on Scripture, their similarities end.

John remained in the wilderness by the Jordon and preached.  Jesus often went there to pray, but also moved from rural settings in Galilee to the city and from the Temple and synagogue to homes. John fasted and Jesus did, but often he attended dinners and of course weddings.  He was called a glutton and drunkard (Matt. 11:19) People flocked to John and he baptized, but Jesus went to others as well as receiving them.  We have no account of him baptizing but many stories of healings.  Different roles but both were critical to the life of the Christian community.  In the prayer many of us recite every morning, the Benedictus, the hymn of John’s father Zechariah, we see the important role of John, and find a model in him for our lives.

“You my child, shall be called the prophet of the Most High; for you will go before the Lord to prepare his way….”  That is exactly what John did even in the midst of his and Jesus’ different styles.  There is an important message for us here as Advent unfolds.  Our respective calls and ministries differ but each one of us is invited to “prepare the way” of the Lord in the lives of our brothers and sisters. How do we do that?  

No matter our age, health, ministry or gifts we are invited by our Baptism to be contemporary “John the Baptists” by our actions, words and commitments.  To take the side of justice, even in the smallest of ways.  To hold fast to truth and facts by our own efforts.  To accept others with respect and consideration so their hearts can be open to this season.  To make an effort to find the good in others even when it is hard.  And like John, to be willing to understand our roles and to step aside for the ones to come when that is necessary.  

That final gesture is often very hard for many of us as we release a ministry we love, our children as they make their own way, a role that gave us some influence and power, or the presence of a loved one.  John did this and is a model for us and my guess is it was not always easy for him.

This Advent, I am quoting the poet Anne Weems as she writes, “Some of us walk into Advent tethered to, our unresolved yesterdays…the pain still stabbing, the hurt still throbbing.  It’s not that we don’t know better; it’s just that we cannot stand up any more by ourselves.  On the way to Bethlehem, will you give us a hand?”

My guess is that both John and Isaiah can do that.

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Little Sick Part 2

Pairings: Weems x Thornhill x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: Part 2 of the first chapter

TW: agere?, illness, fever

A/n I had a request for a part 2 of this on my A03 so here it is :) if anyone wants to request SFW age regression I am open to writing it. I will put up some rules about it soon though. Part 1

Weems was betting on the fact the rest of the school was in classes as she walked through the halls with you in her arms. Your head was resting under her chin, your stuffie being clutched by little hands to your chest which as pressed into the chest of the headmistress.

Once she found herself outside the door to her own office, she held you on her hip with one arm as she used the other to unlock the door. You watched with wide eyes and a little sniffle as she let herself in. She propped you up, adjusting you on her hip before walking in. She bypassed the office with you still in her arms and went into her own quarters. She rummaged around in her bathroom, setting you down on the counter as you watched and chewed on your fingers.

After a minute she found what she was looking for. She pulled out the thermometer and a bottle of kid's pain medicine she had bought on accident one time. She helped you off the counter and led you by the hand to her room.

She put down the things on her bedside before gently lifting you onto the bed and kneeling in front of you. She brushed a little blonde cure from your eyes.

“Hello darling.” She said and brushed the back of her fingers over your cheek. “We need to take that temperature of yours my sweet girl.” She said and pulled out the thermometer. You let out a scared whine, not wanting to be tested in any way shape or form after the torture of the facility.

“Sh sh shhh honey. Its ok. It doesn’t hurt. Look.” Weems said and put the stick in her own mouth. You watched curiously before nodding. Weems removed the stick from her mouth and wiping it clean.

“Say ahhh.” She said and you mimicked her.

“Ahhh.” And she stuck it under your tongue.

“Now hold it there until i say so. Ok?” She asked and you nodded diligently. “Good girl. Thank you.”

Weems pulled out the bottle of red pain medicine. It was a syrup, so she detached the little plunger from the side and drew up the right dose. By the time she was done the stick beeped and she pulled it out of your mouth which was quickly replaced by your thumb again.

“101.4” she muttered to herself, “far too hot.” Then she looked at you who was still watching her closely. “Alright sweet girl. I need you to be brave for me and take this magic medicine to make you feel better, ok?” She asked, holding up the plunger. You studied it and nodded.

“Ok.” You said softly and Weems smiled.

“Good girl.” She placed it in your mouth and pushed the plunger in, making sure not to leave any. After a second, she took it out and you swallowed and made a face.

“Yucky.”

“Im sure it was. But you were so good for me.” She said and ruffled your hair which made you grin at her. “Now. Let’s get you into bed for some cuddles. Does that sound ok?” Weems asked. She had noticed the way your eyes were drooping and the way your grip on your stuffie was looser and looser. She was smart enough to know a nap was imminent wether you wanted one or not.

You nodded with a sleepy yawn, and a fist rubbing at your eyes. Weems stood and walked over to the bed; she pulled back the white sheets she had put on yesterday. After a second, she spent cleaning up the bedside table she slipped in beside you. You curled into her side and wrapped a small arm over her waist. Weems put an arm around your shoulder and smiled. You nuzzled into her side with a little huff as you got comfortable and settled down. Weems traced little patterns on your leg as your breathing evened out slowly.

“Goodnight baby.” Weems said. She may not have had the chance or time in the past to have her own kids, but she vowed then and there to protect you with her life. You were a shapeshifter who had been through unthinkable things, and she wasn’t ever letting you go through things alone again.

A little while later, about an hour had passed and Weems knew she needed to wake you up soon or you wouldn’t sleep through the night. Gently rubbing your back, you sat up looking sleepy when weems heard a knock on the door. Only one other person had the keys to her office and that was Marilyn. Oh god, they were supposed to go and get coffee after her classes were over.

Weems stood, picking you up and placing you on her hip. You curled into her and sucked on your thumb, the white stuffie under your arm.

Weems opened the door. Marilyn wasn’t looking at her yet as she began talking.

“Larissa, I have had- … oh.” Marilyn froze. “I didn’t know you had kids' lars?” She said looking at you as you had turned your face into Weems neck to hide.

“I-I … she’s not my kid.” Weems began. “Say hi Y/n.” She said trying to coax you out from your hiding spot. Marilyn’s face dropped.

“Y/n? As in L/n?” She whispered and Weems nodded. “Is … is she ok? I knew she’d been through a lot, but I didn’t realise it was this…” she trailed off and weems grew defensive.

“Bad?” She supplied coldly.

“Yes. No. Sorry. I- I don’t know what to say.” Thornhill said, flustered and not knowing what to do she pushed her glasses up. At that moment you turned your face from Larissa’s neck to look at the botanist who simply melted when she saw you.

“She’s certainly a cutie.” Thornhill said and waved. “Hello Y/n/n.” She cooed and you gave a shy smile and hid behind your stuffie making both teachers coo softly.

It was at this moment your stomach growled.

“Food?” You asked and Weems nodded. “Good idea bubs.” She said and walked into the kitchen motioning for Marilyn to follow.

“Bubs?” She questioned and Weems shot her a look.

“Shes growing on me.” Weems said and turned to you. “Aren’t you sweetie.” She said and pressed a kiss to your forehead.”

You nodded. “La La.”

“Whats that sweetie?” Weems said as she looked through the cupboards for a plastic cup.

“La la.” You repeated and Marilyn laughed.

“I think she’s trying to say Larissa.” She laughed and Weems blushed and looked down at you as you hid behind your hands.

She gently removed them. “Can you say lars baby girl?” She asked softly.

“Wars” you lisped, and Weems melted.

“Close enough.” She said and poured you some juice and cut up some strawberries.

“Can you say Marilyn?” Thornhill asked as weems sat you in her lap and began feeding you strawberries. You banged a chubby hand on the table and smiled.

“Mary.” You smiled and she laughed.

“Close enough.”

“Don’t talk with your mouthful baby.” Weems said and wiped some strawberry off your chin.

The rest of the afternoon was spent hanging out with the two women and their various snacks.

[ao3feed-castiel]

Not Just My Imagination

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Rxvdfp

by TransBoyFanBoy

After the hunt with Sully and Dean, Sam couldn’t get his mind off of him and Weems’ conversation in the shed. ------------------------------------ "So now, you and Sully are like... back together? How old are you?"

Words: 3251, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel

Relationships: Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Non-Sexual Age Play, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Fluff, dxlb, cgxlb, Age Regression/De-Aging, Platonic Relationships, Age Play Caregiver Dean Winchester, Age Play Little Sam Winchester, Brotherly Love, Brotherly Bonding, Brotherly Affection, Light Angst, Fluff and Angst

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Rxvdfp

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Exactly How Performs Joint Custodianship Affect Child Support Settlements?

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For a few days now I've been pretty annoyed with this sub-genre of fanfic I've found and after staying up until five in the morning complaining about every detail of this new universe expanding before my eyes, I've come to understand that my frustration with these fanfics is the fact that they write the Addams as parents who are emotionally distant or who don't care enough to kill any government agent who tries to take Wednesday away from them. Gomez and Morticia would never let anyone take their daughter away and if it was really necessary, given that that is apparently the law of this universe, they would go anywhere with her and if anyone tried to stop them, that person would not live to see the night coming.

I didn't get to the part of the story I'm reading where they actually explain what happened to the Addams, but from what the narrative tells, Wednesday spent a year under government guardianship and hasn't seen her family since, and she mentions how her parents are full of love and affection for each other but don't care much to show the same love to their children, which is silly and absurd. The Addams would never be distant. Even with Wednesday being strictly against unnecessary touching and displays of affection in all adaptations [even in this story she doesn't like being touched too much], Morticia and Gomez have always found ways to dismantle their love and affection for their daughter. And while Morticia respects Wednesday's boundaries, Gomez puts his life on the line every time he tries to hug her. They are the best parents in the world, and they will always be the best parents in the world in this and any universe, and no one can change that. 

I will keep reading the stories because I am curious and need to know how the hell everything will unfold. However, I'm deeply irritated by the way they treat my parents. They never gave up Wednesday.

To be clear, I understand why people write stories of their favourites characters being looked after by other people, what I don't understand is the need for the eugenicist test and going around saying the Addams are bad parents.

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You can in fact get me something I desire my lovely, can I request a Larissa x fem reader fic? Your agere inagines are so cute and I was wondering if you'd write a caregiver Larissa fic, I feel like she'd be the sweetest ever and would constantly bring her little snacks and sit them on her knee, if you're comfortable with it, maybe reader is having a bit of a meltdown and needs some help calming down? ...and some snacks ofcs

Mommas here

Larissa Weems x little!reader

A/n: IVE BEEN WAITING!! Cg Larissa brainrot.

Warnings: snacks/eating, little anxiety, idk what else

You didn’t understand why you felt this way, a random pressure on your chest making your heart speed up and your mind run rampant and your breathing quicken. You started around looking for a distraction, something to get you out of this horrid feeling, it didn’t work. You needed her.

As you made your way into her office quietly you resisted the urge to run to her. What if she was too busy? Or simply didn’t want to deal with whatever you had? You quietly approached her, anxiously waiting for her to look up and take you into her arms.

The second she saw you Larissa knew something was wrong, not only did you usually try not to “bother” her at work, you looked about to cry, “Whats wrong, precious?” She immediately ushered you closer and pull you into a hug.

“I d-don’t know, I-“ talking started crying, words felt too heavy but you wanted to somehow explain, you didn’t know how. You simply clung to her as she drew patterns on your back. It was distracting, soothing and after a moment of your silence Larissa allowed herself to talk.

“Don’t force yourself to explain if you can’t. We’re okay my little darling, I want you to try and follow my breathing, focus on my hand as well.” She pulled you into her lap and you wrapped around her instantly, making her chuckle and kiss your temple.

Your cries turned into sniffles, and you rubbed your eyes hiding into her chest. “Mommas here, little one, it’s alright. Maybe we can try to talk later and figure out what happened to my precious little one, yeah?”

Her sweet words made you feel shy, “her precious little one” you giggled as you replayed them. “What’s got you so giddy all of a sudden?” Larissa’s smile was evident through her voice. “momma” simple enough reply, she responded with an exaggerated gasp. “Momma made her baby this happy? Oh my, what an honor!”

Giggling, you turned to face her desk, grabbing random things to fidget with. “Anything but the papers, darling.” You gave her a nod, grabbing one of her pens and taking her hand, laying it flat on the desk. You drew little shapes, the sun, some clouds, basically anything you could think off and was simple enough, Larissa allowed you.

“These are wonderful, my love! how about we get you something to eat and then you can go right back to drawing, little one?” You practically squealed at the mention of snacks, she allowed you to pick what you wanted from her stash. You happily munched on your food, completely oblivious to Larissa’s adoring gaze.

“Very good sweetheart, how about you stay with momma for the rest of the day?” She said as she played with your hair. “No bother?” You paused for a second, looking at her for confirmation, she gave you a reassuring smile.

“Of course not, my love. In fact it can get a little lonely here without you.” “I stay?” She nodded, stealing a piece of your snack making you gasp, offended. “How dares! my snack.” You huffed, crossing your arms. “Careful you don’t wanna drop it!”

“I’m very very sorry little one, I’ll get my own snack.” You shook your head offering yours. “Share!” She tilted her head at you. “Oh you wanna share? Thank you sweetheart.” “Mhm mhm, me n momma shares” Larissa kissed your cheek, holding you close. “I’ve got the sweetest little love ever, don’t I?” You very proudly nodded.

“I’m very very sorry little one, I’ll get my own snack.” You shook your head offering yours. “Share!” She tilted her head at you. “Oh you wanna share? Thank you sweetheart.” “Mhm mhm, me n momma shares” Larissa kissed your cheek, holding you close. “I’ve got the sweetest little love ever, don’t I?” You very proudly nodded.

“I’m very very sorry little one, I’ll get my own snack.” You shook your head offering yours. “Share!” She tilted her head at you. “Oh you wanna share? Thank you sweetheart.” “Mhm mhm, me n momma shares” Larissa kissed your cheek, holding you close. “I’ve got the sweetest little love ever, don’t I?” You very proudly nodded.

“I’m very very sorry little one, I’ll get my own snack.” You shook your head offering yours. “Share!” She tilted her head at you. “Oh you wanna share? Thank you sweetheart.” “Mhm mhm, me n momma shares” Larissa kissed your cheek, holding you close. “I’ve got the sweetest little love ever, don’t I?” You very proudly nodded.

“I’m very very sorry little one, I’ll get my own snack.” You shook your head offering yours. “Share!” She tilted her head at you. “Oh you wanna share? Thank you sweetheart.” “Mhm mhm, me n momma shares” Larissa kissed your cheek, holding you close. “I’ve got the sweetest little love ever, don’t I?” You very proudly nodded.

“I’m very very sorry little one, I’ll get my own snack.” You shook your head offering yours. “Share!” She tilted her head at you. “Oh you wanna share? Thank you sweetheart.” “Mhm mhm, me n momma shares” Larissa kissed your cheek, holding you close. “I’ve got the sweetest little love ever, don’t I?” You very proudly nodded.

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Hi!! I wonder if I can ask for a caregiver! Larissa x little!reader, maybe like r has a cold and is stressed w school at the same time but didn't want to bother Larissa, but she finds out anyway and it's just some soft comfort and reassurance? :)

Sick little love

Larissa Weems x little!reader

A/n: actually wrote this while I was sick, I love it cuz it’s actually so me when I’m sick. I hope you like it!

Warnings: mentions of medication, sick r (just common cold), mentions of food

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You felt like death the second you woke up, honestly! You had so much to do and since your mind and body are apparently so in zinc it also happens that you got sick. Now it wasn’t anything horrible, just a common cold, scratchy throat and maybe a light fever. Nothing you haven’t dealt with before.

When you woke up Larissa was already gone off to work, so that gave you the great illusion that you could somehow in the span of 8 hours get better and not be sick by the time Larissa was back. And also have all your work done, simple!

Everything just got more complicated when you regressed. You could handle being sick while big but while you were regressed? It was absolute hell, plus this took away your ability to get school work done so out the window went that part of the plan.

Your dramatic little mind decided that if you were gonna die (sure, from the common cold.) it would be in bed cuddled up and hidden from the world, with a tone of snacks and your favorite shows of course.

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You spent the entire day half conscious, most of the time you were sleeping and the rest mindlessly watching a plethora of different shows and videos to keep you entertained. Was that the most responsible on your part? Maybe not. Should you have called Larissa? Maybe!

But you really didn’t want to bother her if you were just going to spend the day sleeping anyways. Forgetting the fact that you should probably be watching your temperature, getting proper meals and maybe taking some meds you were doing quite good for yourself.

You were absolutely baffled when you heard Larissa come home, did a whole 8 hours pass without you ever noticing? There’s no way. When you checked the time it was only 12pm, Larissa got off at 3 so what was she doing here? Your doubts were cleared up the moment she made her way into the room.

It didn’t take much of a genius to figure out your state. The bed was a mess and your pile of stuffies that was supposed be on the chair next to the bed were all with you, the tv was blasting with some kids show you don’t even remember putting on and the box of tissues next to the bed proved your attempt to control your cold.

“I would’ve asked you to explain why you’ve been absent in every class but I think I’ve seen enough, there comes my next question.” Larissa made her way to you side. Sitting on the edge of the bed and checking your temperature. “You poor thing. Why didn’t you call to tell me, my little love?”

The second she sat on the bed you threw yourself on her. You really really wanted to be held and babied right now. Larissa was quick to pull you into her lap and cuddle you close. “m didn wana bother you” you pouted.

“You could never bother me, sweetheart. I’m here to love and care for you in any way I can, specially if you’re sick and even more so when you’re small.” She cupped your face making you look at her.

“Have you had anything for your allergies or fever, my love?” you shook your head, you’ve always hated medicine, they’re hard to drink and if their liquid they taste horrible, absolutely nobody could get you to willingly take any of that. “make sleepy n I hav work!!”

“Oh do you now? Well momma will help you with all your work after you take your medicine and your nap.” you were expecting that half excuse to somehow work. “Come on, little love, we’ll fix you something to eat so you can take them.” There was really no arguing against her now, so you reluctantly followed behind her to the kitchen.

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After you had a light meal and got your meds, Larissa helped you into the bath. You hadn’t regressed that small so she just kept tabs on you regularly and continued on with whatever she was doing.

After about 20 minutes she called you to come out. You giggled as she dried your hair and helped you getting into comfy clothes for even more sleeping, which of course you had no complains about.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” she asked while tucking you into bed, “sleepy!” you huffed our like that was your only issue in that moment and she chuckled. “Yes little love we knew that was going to happen, I’m asking about your cold.”

You made grabby hands her way and she complied getting into bed immediately getting attacked with cuddles, “m beters” you sleepily answered, curling up at her side. “Alright darling, rest up, I’ll be right here when you wake.”

You made grabby hands her way and she complied getting into bed immediately getting attacked with cuddles, “m beters” you sleepily answered, curling up at her side. “Alright darling, rest up, I’ll be right here when you wake.”

You made grabby hands her way and she complied getting into bed immediately getting attacked with cuddles, “m beters” you sleepily answered, curling up at her side. “Alright darling, rest up, I’ll be right here when you wake.”

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Hiyaaaaa, so this is a little bit of a weird request so I hope it's not too weird. Could I request a caregiver larissa weems x fem reader? Maybe reader is having an awful flashback from their past, a flashback that relates to pregnancy and birth and stuff, and so maybe Larissa helps her slip? Maybe by making her feel little by carrying her around, giving her her favourite teddy bear or a blankie or a paci, cuddling her and bringing her something to rehydrate her since she's been crying, makes her feel super safe and maybe she says something like "You're the only little one, darling, my little one, the only baby I need"

If not that's completely okay!!

Hey lovely I hope this is what you were after and didn’t mind me adding about vts as I’m a twin who lost their twin during pregnancy and I thought it was a good way to spread awareness.

My little love| fluff?

*Authors note~ I adore this prompt and I'm glad I can add VTS into it to spread some awareness. I'm a Twin of VTS and I can't honestly say I notice my twin's absence and always have, I'm very lucky to be here just wish he was too*

Trigger warnings~ age regression, miscarriage (vts~ vanishing twin syndrome) self hatred over the losses mentions of passing babies :(

Prompt~ see ask^^

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The day they died would haunt you forever. Twins. You should have two perfect little doves flying around the shared quarters, bring joy, laughter and light into your lives. But that wasn't what had occurred. You lost your boy in the three month mark. He should've been safe, but he just vanished. Okay so that wasn't exactly true, there was bleeding and then you passed him. Your perfect innocent baby boy gone. His sister still remained. That help sort of. The guilt of failing him but trying to stay strong for her. It was single handedly the worst time of yours and Larissa's life. Not only had she lost a son but she had to watch you break down into a shell of yourself and your constant fear of losing baby girl. Unfortunately after losing your son -who you later named Samuel- made your pregnancy high risk. Your daughter left you three weeks later. All you had now was memories and one scan photo with the both of them, and one with baby girl by herself.

You had to go to therapy and so did Larissa, doctor Kimbot was amazing with you, so gentle and kind and she is actually the reason you named the babies. A way to help you both deal with the loss and keep their memory alive. Larissa choose Samuel and you choose Emily. You both had agreed that the names were perfect for them, your angel doves in the sky. But that doesn't mean you would ever be fine again. You remember having to pass both babies, the pain you felt knowing they would enter the world sleeping. Your body not ready to deal with the contractions it would take. Larissa was with you the whole time, holding your hand and whispering words of love and support through her own tears. That memory haunted your dreams for weeks and occasionally it still does. On special days like the days they passed or what should've been their birthday, you and Larissa found it hard.

You never tried again, it felt too raw. But now three years on? You really wanted to give Larissa a baby of her own, but would your body fail you again? You couldn't risk seeing the pain in her eyes, all because your body refused to carry the babies. It seemed unfair to put Larissa through that. You clearly deserved it otherwise your body wouldn't have betrayed you like that. But not her. She's so perfect and pure, absolute perfection there was no way she could deserve to suffer this way. You wanted to try again but the fear was just too strong. And you knew that Larissa understood that but still you can't help but blame yourself. What kind of wife were you if you couldn't even give her a child?

You laid curled up in the bed, tears that you didn't even know were falling were soaking on to your wife's pillow. And that's how she found you, completely spaced out torturing yourself. Today was hard enough without you ignoring your own needs. She knew by the spacey look you needed to regress. It was how you coped and she had no issues looking after you. But you had the habit of ignoring the need if you felt like you deserved to be punished. So on those days Larissa would always add an extra helping hand.

She filtered about the room, unnoticed by you, grabbing your special box and selecting a few chooses items. Your childhood bear "Emery", a weighted blanket and your choose pacifier. It was rare you would use it but she wanted to be prepared just Incase it was one of those days. She brought them all to the bed and gently called out for you. "My sweet girl, are you okay?" To which you shook your head spotting the bear. You sat up and snatched him into your arms, not meaning to be so forceful but seeing him overwhelmed you with a need to feel him. "Oh my sweet little one did you miss ems?" To which you nodded and tried to wipe your tears. Failing, you felt Larissa wipe team for you. "Would my baby like a hug?" She whispered to you watching as you crawled into her arms and sobbed. She gently rocked you, covering your form with the blanket and cooing calming words of love and reassurance to you. Her hand rubbing slow firm circles on your back.

Only when you had fully calmed down and it was clear you were just hiding in her neck from embarrassment of slipping when you "didn't deserve it" , Larissa moved you gently back into the bed and went to retrieve you some water in your sippy straw cup. She hadn't even left the room before you sobbed her name. Your hands outstretched much like a toddler who wishes to grab something, indicating you wanted to be held. "Sweet girl mommy needs to get you some water, you'll dehydrate little one. I'll be right back okay?" She murmured watching as you violently shook your head trying to crawl to her. "Would you like to come baby? Is that what's wrong?" In which you nodded stretching your hands up once more. Larissa scooped you up with ease and held you close to her body, as if you were a koala bear clinging to a tree. It made the task a little difficult but you were happy and that's all she ever wanted for you.

Once you had your water she made her way back to the bedroom with you and settled in bed. Your head resting on her chest, listening to the beating of the organ that lay beneath the skin there. Her fingers stroking through your curls watching as you played with the bears fingers and ears in thought. "Baby" you muttered quietly to yourself, before repeating it louder turning to look at her. "You are my baby yes" she confirmed watching as you shook your head no. "No! You wan baby" you stated, staring at her waiting for her to disagree. Which of course she couldn't. "I fail no baby" you mumbled the sobs threatening to break your words. "You're the only little one, darling, my little one, the only baby I need. You didn't fail, it wasn't your fault my love. And when your big again we can talk more but for now come and snuggle with mommy baby" she comforted you and held you tight ensuring you drank your water before you passed out from the exhaustion you were feeling. You may not have given her children of her own, there was plenty of time for that in the future, for now she was content to be a momma to her little love. And you provided her with that.

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