#caregiver wilson

[littlelambscandyland]

A Baby? A Baby.

Caregiver!House and Caregiver!Wilson x Little!Reader

Prompt-"Who gave you the right to hit me?!”

“You really are a duckling right now.” House muses.

A smile widens across your face and you nod your head vigorously. You followed behind him closely with a slight bounce in your step. Every step taking the two of you closer to his office.

“Hey,” He leans closer to you. “If I asked, would you quack?” You giggle. “Preferably at Wilson.” He clarifies.

Giggling, you nodded. He chuckles a bit at your antics. Before getting distracted in front of his office. 

“Speaking of which, here’s your chance.” House pointed.

As you make your way up to Wilson your bounces become more frequent. Before he’s given a chance to comment on how happy you seemed to be, he’s cut off.

“Quak!” You shout playfully at him.

“Wha- haha- What?” Wilson laughs gobsmacked by what's happened.

House answers him quickly and quietly while you bounce into his office. Upon entering you gingerly toss yourself onto the couch while House and Wilson shut the blinds and lock the doors.

James turns to you first. “So they’re a kid right now?”

“Essentially.” House answers, walking over to you. He takes a seat beside you and grabs your face lightly giving it a squeeze. “But aren’t they just the cutest thing?” He dramatizes.

You giggle and lightly hit his hands away. Suddenly he gasps and holds his hand close to his chest.

“Who gave you the right to hit me?!” Gregory catechizes.

“You did.” Wilson tells him. “As soon as you grabbed their face you waived all rights.” He states while sitting on the other side of you.

“What’re you a lawyer?” House questions in feigned annoyance.

You laugh more as you look back and forth between the two. Wilson presses House on how long you’d been regressing, and specifically how long he’d been caregiving. House explains and pokes fun at Wilson. Wilson shoots back.

You’re  left out of most of their conversation, but you didn’t mind. Your younger mind made you talk less. Your need to have your voice heard incredibly lessened as you sat content to listen to every word thrown in earshot.

Eventually, however, you were bound to get bored. Which you most certainly did. When your boredom hits you push yourself into their conversation more. Not by talking, no, instead you climbed yourself into Jame’s lap.

“Well someone wants attention!” House playfully points out the obvious. “I’m just glad it’s not my lap for once.” He adds silently.

Despite saying this Gregory scoots closer to you and Wilson. So much closer that he’s able to take your legs and lay them in his lap. Which he does.

“Well, it looks like someone wants attention.” Wilson says to you.

You look over to House and wave energetically. Your arm moves and you open and close your palm repeatedly. 

“Hello to you too. Didn’t realize saying hi to someone you’ve been sitting with for an hour could be so exciting” He condescends.

“Hey, they’re allowed to be excited over anything they want to be excited about.” James scolds playfully back at him.

You exaggeratedly go limp, falling back with a fake pout and a sigh. You mumble something neither of the men truly catch, and you shove your face into Wilson's arm.

“I think they're done with your bickering.” House accuses.

“My bickering!” Wilson starts.

“Stop!” You shout, throwing yourself into Gregory’s lap now.

“Ahh, too much noise?” He asks and you nod. “Aand you’re bored.” He says and you nod again.

“Maybe they need a nap.” James offers, looking at you with your face shoved into House's stomach.

House hums as a response, and pulls you to the other side of the couch carefully to avoid his leg. The action effectively offending Wilson as he moves to hold your legs in his lap. You mumble more random things into House’s chest until your boredom seeps into sleepiness which seeps into sleep.

Both men couldn’t help but admire the now sleeping you that clung to Gregory like he was the world's best teddy bear.

[skydensen]

Caregiver!wilson headcanons

(been obsessed with him sm lately, he is my cg and I won’t let you say otherwise :(

Headcanons!

⭐️A very empathetic caregiver! He is already sensitive and caring when he is not on full caregiver mode, but whenever his little cries or feels overwhelmed he just can’t help but be overprotective and feel a lot for his little, he might even cry just like his little is doing

⭐️Loves to watch the cartoons or movies you watch when you’re regressed with you! At the start he just wanted to accompany you while you watched your cartoons and keep an eye on you, but he can’t deny that he has grown to love them too!

⭐️Very worried! Wilson has an eye on you almost 24/7 whenever you regress, making sure you don’t do stuff that might hurt you, and making sure you don’t do stuff that you’re too little to do, and if you ever do get hurt he panics and makes sure it isn’t serious, if you guys are at his home then he will go over to his bathroom where he keeps the med kit immediately after.

⭐️Serious about bedtimes! He can be a little strict about what time you go to bed but it’s only because he cares about your well being and doesn’t want you to fuss when you have to wake up.

⭐️On the same note, he also makes sure you do the things you’re supposed to do everyday, like brushing your teeth, bathing and eating, if you’re big enough to do them yourself he will gently remind you to do these until you to do (he won’t stop insisting until you do, and no, he will not give up) but if you’re feeling too little he will help you through them or do the activities himself (he will brush your teeth and feed you)

⭐️As he is a doctor, he always gets worried whenever you present any symptoms of getting sick, a slight cough? He will worry, little headache? Tell him all about it. If you were to actually get sick enough to have to go to the hospital he will try to be by your side all of the time, holding your hand and helping you through the hard parts of it (for me needles!)

⭐️He tries to avoid taking care of a little while House is around, but it ends up being inevitable and he will just warn him a concerning amount of times to be nice to you (uncle house can actually be very fun, but he is also a big prankster, and if one of his pranks gets out of control you better believe Wilson will completely scold him for it)

⭐️Loves the nickname “kiddo!” One of his to-go nicknames for his little whenever he has to take care of one (not for a regressed house of course, he doesn’t like nicknames much)

⭐️PLUSHIES! It is canon that he has a cute doctor bear plushie in his office and he always lets you play with it as well as buying you new ones whenever he has the chance!

[nostalgiclittlespace]

James Wilson Agere Moodboard

images are not mine!

[icarusredwings]

Wade: *Kicking his feet and coloring while humming*

Logan: Oh, it's adorable.

Wade: *draws himself exploding and depictions of his hallucinations*

Logan: Oh It's TRUAMATIZED

[deuce-t-agere]

Kiddo Wade and baby Logan

Roro helped Logan write some of his stuff he didn’t know

[lttl3babybug]

Your headcanons about little Logan are excellent! (That guy has so much trauma and needs all the cuddles.) If you were to write a oneshot of Wade discovering that Logan was little, that would be awesome! Hope you’re having a good day. Bonus mental image for you because you like Nightcrawler (who is such a sweetie): please imagine Nightcrawler wearing diapers for the first time (since discovering that he regresses sometimes) and being all shy about the way they crinkle. He might prefer cloth diapers for that reason! He’d also probably need a hole for his tail :)

Giggles, this is so exciting. Hopefully should be posting this as a little thank you for 400 followers :3 anywho, hope you all enjoy this!!

Nighttime Washing

Cw: Accidents :( mentions of bed wetting </3 Also this isn’t proof read bc I’ve got media work to do 💔

The warm blankets were wrapped around Logan as his eyes fluttered open, he felt cozy. For the first time in a long time he felt good. The blankets provided a sense of security he hadn’t felt since god knows when. He felt small, his hands reaching for the singular stuffed bear he kept in close proximity. While he shuffled around on the nest-like bed he had curled himself up in the blankets moved and shuffled around with him. Wet. He felt wet.

Logan’s hand froze, hovering over his Care Bear plushie and breathing came to a steady halt for a brief moment. Don’t cry. Do not cry. That’s all he could think, his brain was small and fuzzy. He wasn’t quite sure what to do, all he knew is he was wet and he’d not find that in awhile.

After a moment of contemplating his next move, Logan lifted himself from the sheets and tried his best to avoid the wet patch on his pyjama shorts and bedsheets. He turned on the light, cringing at the sudden brightness of the room and screwing his eyes shut for a brief moment. Once adjusted, the corners of the sheets were lifted and pyjamas changed, he’d balled them up and gave his Birthday Bear a quick squeeze and kiss before placing him on the bedside table.

Small wobbly steps lead Logan to the kitchen, he was still getting used to the layout of the place, the dim lighting from the sun rise allowed him to find the beat up washing machine. He scrambled to find the washing powder, hands shaking and tears burning his waterline. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up at each small movement, he tried to keep his breathing small and quiet. Each movement as carefully calculated as it could be for someone in his mindset.

The door to the machine opened and his shaky hands began to pile in the blankets and sheets. He had gotten away with it, holding the little measuring cup of fabric softener, deep breath Logan. Deep breath. It was all okay, he’d just wash the sheets and put them back on his bed and bang he could sleep till 2pm again and ignore the fuzzy feeling in his brain. That was until the light flickered on, the shock causing him the drop the cup of liquid. Logan fell, hiding behind the counter. He hadn’t even seen who had woken up. He had been so careful!

“Heya Peanut,” came a familiar and friendly voice, Logan’s shoulders fell. He relaxed slightly, still not peeking over from the counter. “Whatcha doin’ up? It’s like 6am.” Wade asked, slowly sauntering round the counter in his hello kitty pyjamas. What he was met with was the sight of a very distressed little honey badger cuddled up against the cupboards behind him, the washing machine door half closed with his sheets hanging out of it. “Couldn’t wait till you woke up huh?” He asked teasingly before hearing Logan’s small snarl, “Alright. Alright I’ll stop the teasing.” Wade hums, his hands up by his sides.

“Fuck off.” Logan hissed, looking between Wade and the washing machine. His heart was pounding in his chest, why wouldn’t Wade leave? Why was he still talking? Logan couldn’t make sense of it, his eyes drawn to wade’s pink pyjama pants and the white cat face on them. His pupil’s widened as he stared at the Hello Kitty icon. “Something caught your attention kitty?” Wade laughed, looking between him and his pyjamas. Logan’s voice came out small and choked, almost like he didn’t want to be speaking. “Kitty.” he mumble, shakily pointing at the cat.

“God you’re weird,” Wade snorts, ruffling the other man’s hair and turning his attention back to the washing machine. He crouched down and ran his hands over his face, mumbling to himself. “Alright, what’re we dealing with here peanut?” He mumble, pulling out the blankets upon blankets. A panic came over Logan as he pulled out the wet shorts and sheet. Wade’s attention was caught, turning to face his friend. He cleared his throat, “you got something…you wanna share with the class Wolvie?” He asked, attention clearly divided between the two.

No words came out Logan’s mouth. Just a soft blubber, then a small cry. He tried his damn best to wipe away the tears immediately as they fell. “Oh, oh hey, oh hey c’mere.” Wade says softly, immediately dropping any previous hint of malice or teasing in his tone. His arms opened for him as he dropped the wet items. Despite his usual behaviour Logan was immediately in Wade’s arms. He kept a strong grip on the other man as he blubbered and wailed into his friends shoulder. “Didn’ mean to” he whimpered, eyes darting towards the sheets on the floor.

Wade’s hands found Logan’s hair, gently petting it as he soothed the sobbing man. “Oh honey badger. You’re alright,” he whispered. “I’m not gonna tell anyone about your little issue” Wade promises, pulling Logan’s face out from his shoulder to face him. All Logan could do was nod, sobbing still. “Bear,” Logan whispered, pawing at Wade’s chest. “Bear. Bear.” He repeats, wiping his eyes and looking around. Wade’s confusion only increased. Bear? What bear? Logan shot up, clambering through the apartment.

Shrugging it off, Wade began to load the laundry again. Sheets, shorts and blankets were put into the machine. The spill of fabric softened cleaned and a new cup placed into its space in the machine. Wade fiddled with the button’s momentarily before the fabric began to spin around. Success! Once Wade had brought himself up to standing again he spotted Logan staring blankly at him from the living room. An oversized shirt on and boxer shorts, his hair messy and a stuffed Birthday Bear in his arms. Bear.

“You found your bear?” Wade muses, wandering towards Logan. His friend nodded, looking down at the bear then at Wade again. He moved it forward a little so Wade could see him. “‘S Birthday Bear.” Logan mutters, listening to the spinning of the machine as he plonked himself down onto the couch. “You wanna tell me what’s gotten into you tonight peanut?” Wade asked, watching Logan poke the plastic eyes and nose on the bear. “Little.” Logan admitted begrudgingly. “Little huh?” Wade asked, sitting by him. “You look pretty big to me.” he laughs slightly. A soft scowl from his little friend shut Wade right up. “Not like that. Dumbass. Brain’s all…fuzzy” Logan mutters, leaning back onto the couch behind him and looking over at Wade. His eyes drawn to the hello kitty pattern again. “I gotcha little guy,” Wade reassures him, gently stroking the stuffed bear, “but I don’t recall little ones using such foul language.”

The two sat, Logan flipping the tv on to watch some Garfield as the sheets span, Logan spitting off some fun facts about wolverines, Care Bears and kitties until he went silent. His head on Wade’s shoulder and knees to his chest while he softly purred, even though he’d deny it in the morning, “How am I gonna get him back to bed..”

[abuglikecreature]

caregiver wade moodboard eeeekk!!!! i think hed be soooo fun n silly n maybe he’d make too many sweet things but how bad is that really

[huggaboos]

He doesn't like the juice....

(( Rough sketchessss ))

[egotank]

Heya! Could you do little reader regressing for the first time and not really knowing whats going on but deadpool helps them out?

Little Merc

Cg!Deadpool x Little!Reader

“Oh you know what since our mission was successful I think we should totally get some chimichangas!!”

Wade jumps excitedly around you. You smile at his antics but your head is feeling oddly fuzzy like someone turned on a fog machine. You’re understandably scared of this new feeling and try to shake it off.

“Yeah we should totally do that.”

You responded to him slightly distracted. You were trying to keep the fuzzy feeling in your head away but the more you fought it the more of a headache you got. Wade noticed the way you rubbed the sides of you forehead.

“You okay Y/N?”

He asks in a serious and caring tone.

“Oh yeah…”

You spoke after a long silence, the fogginess in your head was growing stronger and you were honestly getting tired of holding it back by the time you're halfway there to Wade’s favourite place to get chimichangas. As you let it take over you let out a scared whine without realizing it and now suddenly you have your mission partner squatting down to be on eye level with you.

“Oh hey it’s okay. No need to be scared Little Merc.”

He spoke softly though when he sees you tilt your head at his nickname he makes an ‘Oh’ face.

“It’s your first time regressing isn’t it?”

You nod you’d heard of age regression before but you never thought about being a regressor but now all you can think of is wanting to hold someone’s hand because suddenly everything just seems scarier.

Wade must notice this because when he stands back up he assures you everything's okay cause he’ll protect you and then offers you his hand. You of course gladly take his hand feeling very safe with him, he lets you stay regressed for as long as you want buying the chimichangas and playing with you.

[motherlove]

Clingy Parent Caretaker Deadpool．

Like & Reblog if used．

[baby-blues-playroom]

Someone should make a cg wolverine and deadpool blog...

(Pretty please im asking nicely)

(If no one else uses it trust i will be in that inbox constantly)

[agerexmlmboys]

The "Worst" Wolverine

Regressor!Logan x Caregiver!Wade

(Slight Spoilers for Deadpool and Wolverine, also TW!Bedwetting)

Logan knew he was bad, that he wasn't any good. He had been the reason why there were no X-Men in his universe after all. That was why he deserved it. He deserved to never be little again. That was his self-imposed punishment. Though just because Logan's little mind had justified it, it didn't mean he really accepted it.

Logan's little brain reached out and was ecstatic at Papa Wade, taking him away from his scary, lonely, and bleak reality.

Logan went along if only to see what Wade wanted and definitely not because his mind was currently screaming out at him to leave this place.

That was until Wade took him to see Mobius. Tears welled in his eyes as it hurt to hear the confirmation that he was the worst. Logan's big mind had started to crack.

"He's The Worst Wolverine!"

His eyes closed, and instead of him fighting, Logan had started to cry. Even worse, his body decided that now would be the best time to finally regress and let loose. His bladder releasing itself infront of everyone in the room. The very action causing him to cry even more.

Though luckily or unluckily, Logan wakes up from the ever-present nightmare close to Wade.

Good news, it was a dream! Bad news he was soaked.

His eyes welled with tears looking down out of shame, causing Wade to snap into action.

"Shhhh, Shhh, Papa's right here, Wolvie!" Wade had hushed Logan, rubbing soothing circles into the little's back.

The comfort felt so good, but he couldn't accept it, Logan didn't deserve it he was the Worst Wolverine, He waa bad, he was dirty, he wasn't good.

Logan's tears fell harder as his words flew out of his mouth.

"No!"

He started his ramble while putting his hands weakly against Wade.

"I... I..... Mmmm' Bad"

He wailed, forcing Wade to hold him tight.

"Mmm, da worsee one. I bad, I can' be a baby"

He weakly admitted as he looked forlornly down.

"An I can' keep m'self dry. Bad babies can' have papas."

Wade held Logan tightly, ignoring the wetness he looked at Logan and uplifted him.

"I disagree. You're a good baby! You're my good innocent baby. "

(Weakly)Wade sat his heavy 300lbs toddler on his lap. Wiping tears from Logan's eyes he continued his speech

"You will always be my good baby! You'll never be bad in my eyes, you deserve to be happy and smile!"

He says as he kisses his forehead.

Logan's tears had dried as he looked at Wade, wanting to believe his Papa's words but still had that empty feeling he was wrong for wanting this.

"Bu-Bu,"

"No BUTS, no little of mine is gonna talk about themselves like that."

Wade says booping Logan on the nose.

"And I think it's time for me to get you cleaned up Wolvie."

Logan felt reserved and was about to protest until a suspiciously red and black paci found its way into his mouth. The paci quelling the negative thoughts he had Logan looked needily at Wade.

Wade looked at Logan, understanding the need for him. Having calmed down enough, Logan's mind had mellowed out to the idea of being with Wade, and though not entirely open to letting his little side drop, he resigned to let himself be taken care of. Just this once.

[xbook-bunnyx]

‎♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧Caregiver!Wilson & Little!House Moodboard♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

I've been watching House M.D for almost a month now and I immediately started shipping house and wilson and thought house is so an age regressor and wilson is his caregiver. Anyway they're now some of my favourite characters of all time.

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Wade's Adhd and rejection sensitivity. Getting upset about inconveniences he can't control even when not mentally small, just becoming irationally overly upset over things that don't really affect much.

How he's been talking about a certain sandwitch all day long. Since noon, throughout the entire mission, and now he's yapping about it again on the 6 block walk to said sandwitch joint ran by a small immigrant family.

He keeps talking about how great it is. Logan didn't have this place in his timeline, so Wade is ampled excited to show him. Logan jokes with him how he sounds more excited to eat this sub then he is to suck dick.

Wade, with the most serious face, goes, "I can get dick anytime. They're only open 4 days a week and only from 1 to 5."

Logan notes this in the back of his mind for the future.

Just as they get there, Wade is telling Logan that they used to be open 10-5 but their daughter went to college, so now they are on their own. How these people have been so kind to him and told him that they started this shop for their daughter specifically. To give her a good life, they've been working hard to send her to college since day one.

As they roll up to the door, Wade's face drops. All of the glee and joy from his body evaporates and immediately he's just staring at the sign.

"Sorry, we're closed. Come back -" and then a small plastic clock that shown when they opened again tomorrow at 1 pm.

They're too late.

"Oh... well, that sucks." Logan mutters, hands in his pockets as he watches Wade look so utterly disappointed that even he begins to feel bad for him.

He puts a hand on his shoulder. "We can always come again tomorrow."

"B-but I...i wanted.." He starts to tear up, quickly moving to wipe his eyes, sniffling and shaking his head. "It's fine... okay.. tomarrow." He whispers, not only feeling pathetic for being so upset over a sandwitch store being closed, but now they had to walk all the way back home.

"...are you okay?"

"Yeah.. it's fine.." But it's clearly not fine. He fully understands that they were late, and thats why they were closed. He's not angry at them. He's not angry at logan either. Not even himself, really. He must have miscalculated the time. A pure mistake.

But on the way home, it's very obvious that this is a big deal. He's quiet. Staring at the ground as he walks, biting his nails, wiping a tear once inawhile.

It makes Logan frown, uncomfortable with the silence, knowing his mind was no where near silent at the moment. He knew it was turmoil in there, a loud and pouting mess.

"....do you want to get something else?"

"...no..." He whispers.

Logan observes his body language, watching how his eyes kept flickering and filling with a tear every now and again. How distant he becomes and almost... hugs himself... at one point. He knows that this is a much different response from when small him throws a tantrum or sulks. He looks as if he genuienly didn't want to be upset but just... is. As if he couldn't stop his overwhelming emotions from flooding his mind.

He takes his hand. "...is it because you wanted to show me?"

"No.. I mean.. kinda? But I just... I really wanted it."

"We can get it tomarrow?"

"I know. I can't... its hard to explain."

Logan gives his hand a squeeze, talking quietly.

"... is it a safe food?"

Wade nods, wiping another tear on his sleeve. It was one of the few things he could eat without puking. But that still wasn't why he was upset.

"Do you want me to make you a sub?"

He shakes his head. "It won't be the same."

"Im sure I can make it the sa-"

"No.. I mean... yes?? Im sorry, Peanut. It's... It's an experience thing.. I've had it in my head all day to go and get a sub from them. And now I can't check it off until tomorrow."

Oooh.. that makes sense. He had a checklist in his head. Something he needed to finish before he could go to bed. And now that this wasn't finished? He would have a hard time moving forward.

When they arrive home, Wade goes to hide in the corner of their bedroom, quiet and trying to think of something else he could do to distract his mean brain from yelling at him.

'What are you doing? You were supposed to go to the shop! Stop being lazy and just go! Come on! We've been waiting all day for this! ... Logan said he would eat a sub with us...But we were so good today...' They said.

"I know.." he muttered, putting on his headphones, hoping to drown them out.

It doesn't work. Now hes just laying in bed, rotting and staring at the ceiling while tears travel down the sides of his face. He's breathing a bit shakily.

'Why are we crying? Its just a sandwitch. It has nothing to do with the sandwich dipshit!! Are we bad..? Did we misbehave? Is that why Logan dosn't want to eat with us? Hey! Hello?? Were kind of starving here. Haven't even had anything today since breakfast. Im not hungry anymore. You're really pathetic you know that? Almost 50 years old crying over a fucking sandwitch.'

They were so loud that even with the volume up so high, he didn't hear Logan come in.

"Wade?" He waves a hand in front of him, watching as he jumps, looking up with such puffy red eyes.

"W-what?"

He puts down a plate. It's a sub.

Looking at it, he glances between him and the food multiple times, watching as Logan takes it, taking a bite and sitting next to him.

He doesn't say a word.

Now, Wade is crying for a different reason, his eyes softening as he smiles, gently leaning into him. "... Can I have a bite?"

"Of my dick or my sub?" He asks, glancing to him with a teasing look painted on his raised brow.

Wade giggles, nuzzling into his shoulder as he takes a big breath, sighing. Glancing at the door, he mutters. "Do you see this shit? And you all call me the nasty one."

Logan only smirks, a bit too proudly. "Says the guy who once-"

"Woah woah woah peanut! That's enough. This episode is rated pg. Sorry about that. God, such a potty mouth." He snickers, sitting up as Logan lets him take a bite from the end of the sub, Lady and the Tramp style.

[deuce-t-agere]

Kiddo Wade and baby Logan doing this best dad worksheet for each other (Wade’s does mention alcohol)

[aew-kun-age-regression]

Fictional agere challenge

Day 3: a ship you hc as regressor x caregiver.

Gregory House and James Wilson - House MD