#caregiver wilson

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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!

[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

[nebulanovella]

Caregiver Wade and regressor Logan headcanons

Wade is more soft-spoken when he's in caregiver mode, he's just as (if not more) affectionate and extremely patient

Logan usually regresses to a younger age. He bounces around the range of 8 to 2

Wade barely ever calls Logan by his actual name when he's regressed. He usually calls him a nickname, like peanut, wolvie, honey, sugar, sweety, etc.

He normally only ever uses his real name as a warning

The younger Logan is, the chattier he gets

Whenever Logan is babbling away, Wade will pretend to have conversations with him by responding with "uh-huh, is that so?", "tell me more", "*overly dramatic gasp* no way!"

Logan finds Wade's theatrics hysterical

Dad jokes

Wade is a very attentive caregiver, he'll know what Logan wants even before he does

He always makes sure that Logan is within sight and vice versa as Logan gets upset if he thinks or notices Wade is gone

Logan regresses as a response to his past trauma, and he has a lot of negative triggers

Wade tries to praise Logan at every opportunity, giving him lots of encouragement, just to see his smile (it's small but he loves it nevertheless)

Wade always has Logan's favorite snacks fully stocked and keeps a list of all his likes and dislikes on hand

Logan plays with Wade by having him pick out and hold his blocks when he builds something or by having him help dress up his dolls and brush his stuffed animals

He generally prefers to play with only a few of his toys (blocks, dolls, plushies, play dough) despite having a large collection, courtesy of Wade

Logan loves hugs but is often too shy to seek them out

Wade is all about making fun looking food like celery snails, octopus hotdogs, and bear pancakes

Airplane or train noises are a must whenever Logan doesn't insist on feeding himself

Logan likes reading his books to Wade and every so often they'll have a little 'book club' where they read to each other

Wade hangs every drawing Logan makes on the fridge and when he takes them down he keeps them in a folder in his nightstand that he looks at whenever he needs a boost of happiness

[deuce-t-agere]

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

[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..”

[motherlove]

Clingy Parent Caretaker Deadpool．

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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.

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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)

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Headcannon that when house regresses sometimes he decides to speak exclusively in another language just annoy wilson (Wilson actually finds it really cute and pretends to be frustrated with him)

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🕸️ A Game Of Telephone And WebShooters

Pairing: Caregiver!Wade Wilson x Regressor! Peter Parker (Loosely Earth-616 Comics Based)

Synopsis: When Wade has to leave a Regressed Peter all by himself- the Spiderling gets a phone call that is too important not to answer! Chaos ensues as Peter messes with the person on the other end! Wade comes home to the aftermath!

Tags: Fluff, SpideyPool, Softness, Regression

Warnings: Use of Pet Names (Daddy, ETC), Fight Mention, Deadpool is being Deadpool.

Word Count: 1,050 Words

Author's Notes: Back with more fluff and good feelings! I’m sick and this piece was a bit of a comfort for me since I’m feeling very yucky! I hope you guys enjoy all of Peter’s shenanigans!

“Come on! I just had this suit tailored!” The black and red clad Anti-Hero shouted at the men who attempted to slash and hack at him like he was some sort of cheap deli meat. It was his luck that they seemed to be really bad at their jobs! Who even hired these people? This was an unfortunate daily, or almost daily occurrence, and it grew a bit tiresome when they all couldn’t even be bothered to even aim properly. That was just how things went for Wade Wilson, though most of these guys only knew him as the one and only Deadpool. These men were supposed to be more efficient at their jobs and they could hardly make a dent on him! Which he supposed he should be thankful about, he needed this whole ordeal to be handled sooner rather than later. He really couldn't show up full of bullet holes or wounded. This was because back at the shared Wilson-Parker apartment was an unsupervised Peter Parker who was fully regressed. Wade never seemed to mind when Peter needed some time to be free from all of the responsibilities of Spider-Man, however his own duties had called and he was whisked away from his little spiderling. He cursed under his breath when he received the call, settling his Little on the couch with Legos and a bit of breakfast. That would have to keep Peter occupied until he was finished, it wouldn’t take him too long. Or he really hoped it wouldn't.

Back at the apartment, Peter had finished his breakfast quite quickly. If Wade had been there he would have scolded him about the possibilities of choking and terrible stomach-aches, however the man was nowhere to be found. This hardly bothered Peter, before he had Wade he had always regressed by himself. Both looking after himself and keeping himself occupied, he knew what he liked so it was never too difficult. This time he was focused on assembling the Legos that Wade bought him. Though it was technically an activity for Big Peter, Little Peter was smart enough to build the set without chewing on any of the miniature pieces included in the set. He snapped the little bricks together bit by bit, following each page of instructions as best as he was able. Some of it was sloppy with a few bricks misaligned here and there, but he certainly tried his very best. His eye would occasionally flicker upwards, idly watching whatever was playing as background noise, though most of his focus was on the Legos themselves. Last time he stopped paying attention it resulted in pinched fingers and too many tears, he did not want to repeat the same sort of mistake as last time. Though just as expected boredom eventually had seeped in, Peter was looking for something else to keep him occupied. First he tried watching cartoons, but they weren’t as fun without Wade making funny commentary. Then he tried to play with his web shooters, but it made a horrendously sticky mess that he attempted to hide in the trashcan and under the couch cushion. Wade would certainly lecture him on that later, but he was not here. What was left for a spiderling to do?

Though his thoughts became derailed at the sound of ringing, a ringtone that was certainly not his own. No. It was his Caregiver’s phone! Wade must have left it behind when he hurried out the door, a simple mistake. He toddled toward the sound, grasping the vibrating device in his hand. The number displayed was unknown, but that did not make Peter any less curious about who might be on the other end. His finger swiped the accept button, simultaneously pressing the speaker button so it was not blaring in his already sensitive ears. “Hello?” Though his voice came out rather childish, the other person on the phone either did not hear him at all or did not seem to care. “Wade, we know it’s you! Stop this nonsense and let our men go!” The man sounded panicked, almost startled. That must mean that his Caregiver was doing a good job! “Who’s Wade?” It is not like Peter was unaware of his Caregiver’s identity, but that’s not what he called him! Usually it was Daddy, Dada, Bub, Bubba, or something in a similar sense. The person on the other line paused for a moment before speaking, he seemed stunned. “Who is this?” The man’s voice was rough as he attempted to pry logical answers out of Peter. Though to him it was like a silly game! “Petey.” He answered back honestly, hearing a loud but exhausted sigh on the other end. “Okay Petey, go get Wade.”

“Nobody named Wade lives here.” The man on the other end was clearly losing his patience because his tone became a bit harsher. “Is there an adult I can speak to? Anybody beside yourself?” Peter thought for a brief moment before the lightbulb in his head seemed to light up. “Yeah my Daddy!” His voice sounded far more ecstatic when he announced that. To which by some coincidence, Wade himself walked through the door. Almost as if on cue, he was quite good at comedic timing. Peter made a silent gesture with his hands, wanting to be picked up despite the male’s disheveled appearance. To which Wade indulged as he scooped up Peter and the phone, awaiting the response from the other line. “Well tell me then, what’s your Daddy’s name?” To the man’s dismay he would again not receive a genuine answer as Peter proudly shouted “Daddy!”. The sound of the phone call ending echoed for a moment before Wade kissed Peter’s cheeks and nose. “Cheeky Spiderling! What did Daddy say about his phone? Also don’t think I missed the little webs everywhere. Such a naughty boy!” Wade’s chastisements were full of love and adoration, no anger or genuine distress. It just meant a couple of things: Peter needed a bath, He needed to vacuum up the webbing, The living room needed to be cleaned, and he had a certain someone to call back. Guess this was a lesson learned for the Caregiver after all. Don’t leave your spiderlings unattended, they may do some pretty crazy things while you’re away.

[your-fellow-writer-of-the-night]

You know Australians, right? Yeah. You know their sense of danger toward wild animals, right?

You know children and their notion of danger toward wild animals and just danger in general, right?  

Now imagine you are an overstressed American doctor watching over an adult-sized Australian child with no impulse control on a trip in nature.

That's Wilson’s life looking after little Chase.

He is not getting paid enough for so much high blood pressure, no he's in fact not even paid at all.

[aew-kun-age-regression]

hi, if you still do marvel mood boards could you do caregiver sam wilson? :)

Haiii!!! I hope this is to your liking!!! <333

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about how sometimes Wade has these weird in-between phases when he's half small and half big where he will literally come home from a job, Strip all his clothes off, throw them on the floor, go to the kitchen, grab a beer, pour that entire beer into his spiderman cuppy, and if Logan says anything he just flips him off while his head is thrown back taking a long sip of it.

"I can do what I want!"

Before going to run himself a bubble bath full of toys.

Im sorry, but sitting in a hot relaxing tub with all your toys after a hard day while drinking beer out of your sippy cup is such a bad ass thing to do and is SUCH a Deadpool thing.

Logan calls them his "Tantrums," and at this point, Semi gave up because after his bath, as long as hes fed within minutes? He's the happiest little guy, and seconds after eating, he's coloring and singing little songs while kicking his feet.

[nebulanovella]

Regressor Bag

Caregiver Bag

[deuce-t-agere]

Kiddo Wade and baby Logan

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