#littlespace fanfiction

[littlespace-imagines]

How about a Chucky and Tiffany x little reader where little reader gets clingy with Chucky because they don’t want him to go kill people because they’re afraid he won’t come back (even tho he always does) with fluff at the end. (Reader headspace is 3)

Cg!Chucky x Little!Reader x CG!Tiffany

Contains: honorifics (both mommy and daddy), CG/L dynamics, Littlespace, cursing, canon typical violence mention

**Ageregression and Littlespace will never be sexualized on this blog**

“No!No!No!” You yelled with tears streaming down your face

“Baby, you’ve gotta put daddy down we have to go.” Momma Tiff said as she reached her hands toward the possessed doll clutched in your hands

“No, I don’t want you guys to go, you’ll leave me.” you cry

“What the fuck are you talkin about?! We come back every time.” Chucky says and you cover his mouth causing him to start kicking, you panic as you begin to loose your grip

“Daddy, no please! Just stay tonight please!” You beg as you sit on the floor and try to keep the struggling doll in your grasp. You watch as Tiffany reaches down and plucks him from your arms causing you to tug away shaking your head fiercely, you can tell Chucky is mad, he hates when his doll body is used against him.

“That’s it Little one! I’m giving you to the count of three or else you’re getting a spanking.” Tiffany said and you couldn’t help but tense, you knew this must be a big bad thing for your mommy to threaten to spank you.

“One.” She started to count, her perfectly manicured finger raised to match the numbers she was counting. You sighed and sat Chucky down before burying your face in your hands and sobbing,

“Now, what’s gotten you all worked up? You know I’ll always come back to ya.” Chucky says with his arms crossed,

“I’m just so scared something dangerous could happen to you.” You say through your tears.

“Trust me, babe, this is nothing, we’ve gotten ourselves out of much worse.” Chucky says and you smile weakly. Momma Tiff instantly softens, her brows furrowing slightly.

“Oh, sweetface, you know your daddy and I will always be safe.” She says, taking your chin in between her fingers before she gently untangles your arms from the possessed Good Guy fill your Daddy’s soul was inhabiting. Once free, Chucky ran his hands through your hair.

“Tell ya what… you be good while I’m gone and maybe I’ll have one of those fuckin’ tea parties with you or sum shit… but only if your momma says you behaved.” Chucky says, trying and failing to keep us his usual biting indifference. You gave a shaky smile and a nod, he reached up using his doll hand to brush tears out of your face.

“Great. Now be fuckin’ good.” He says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder since it was the closest thing he could reach as you both sat on the floor, he gave Tiff a kiss, wiping her lipstick from his lips as he ducked out the doggie door Tiff had installed for him to come and go from her trailer.

[jacksdinonuggets]

Mama Camilla setting baby vaggie on the living room floor with a few toys for tummy time so she can clean but baby vaggie wants to be in mama arms and starts to get fussy?

It was once again Little day. Carmilla made sure that once a week, instead of training, Vaggie would spend the day being little. Carmilla was pretty strict with this schedule. If Vaggie tried to refuse or “claim” that she had already regressed that week (Carmilla checks with Charlie before regression days), The overlord would pick the short girl up, pop in a paci, and cradle her. 9/10 times this worked and Vaggie would go baby or toddler brain immediately. If she really didn’t want to and the soothing wasn’t working, Carmilla would just let Vaggie have a break day.

On this little day, Vaggie had shown up excited. She waited all week to spend some time with her Mami. 

“Good morning, little one~ you excited for little time today?” Carmilla greeted her when she showed up at her doorstep.

“Mhm!” 

Carmilla chuckled and closed the door behind her.

“I already have your bottle ready upstairs,” She said, gesturing for Vaggie to follow her. Because Vaggie often tried to skip meals, Carmilla made sure that she ate at least 2 meals a day. Usually, getting her to eat when small was a lot easier than when she was big. But Charlie mainly took care of her big kid eating.

Vaggie happily walked with Carmilla to the steps. When they approached the staircase, Vaggie suddenly stopped.

“Uppies?” she held out her arms, making grabby hands as well. Carmilla smiled and crouched down.

“Up we go!” She lifted Vaggie into the air, resting her head on her shoulder, carrying her as if she was about to burp her.

When they got to the nursery, Vaggie was giggling happily. Carmilla placed her down on the changing table, gave her a paci and stuffy and started to change her. Once she was in her proper baby attire, Carmilla carried her to the rocking chair to begin bottle feeding her.

After Vaggie finished her bottle and was burped, Carmilla started to realize how messy the room was. The trash needed to be taken out, there were books on the ground instead of on the bookcase, crayons and coloring books littered the carpeted floors, and a couple of toys were out of the toy box.

With Vaggie in her arms, she got out her tummy time mat and placed her down. Vaggie bapped the mobile a couple times before realizing that Carmilla wasn’t about to hold her again. She sat up, confused. Mami was picking up some of her toys and crayons. Why was she doing that? She wanted cuddles and to be in Mama’s arms.

“Mami,” Vaggie made grabby hands.

“Have some tummy time, Bebe, I need to clean up the place a little,” Carmilla said, continuing to pick up the mess.

Vaggie was not happy with this response. She didn’t want tummy time. She wanted to be held! She wanted uppies! Wanting to get Carmilla’s attention again, she stamped her foot. But Mami ignored her! She didn’t immediately run to her and lift her up. 

So, Vaggie crawled over to her and tugged on her blouse.

“Sweetie, I need to clean,” Carmilla tried to explain.

“Nu! Wan be held!” She screamed.

Carmilla pinched the bridge of her nose. She knew she had to be patient but it was really hard. Having a fussy baby was very difficult.

But then, Carmilla had an idea. She went over to the closet and took out the adult sized baby sling/chest carrier. She had bought it for Vaggie a couple weeks ago but the baby was anxious about using it in public.

The overlord quickly put it on before picking Vaggie up and placing her inside of the carrier. This seemed to calm her down a lot, as she was no longer fussing and was trying to curl up. As she cleaned, she would give Vaggie some back rubs, making her relax in the carrier.

Carmilla smiled. She was glad they came to a compromise before a tantrum occurred.

[naturesapphic]

Billie’s friends making fun of little gf reader making her cry but she doesn’t tell Billie until one day she overhears what her friends are saying💖

Bullies

Caregiver!billie eilish x little!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression, hurt/comfort, Billie’s friends being mean, bullying, Billie getting angry but not at reader

Billie’s new friends were coming over today and you were not excited whatsoever. They made fun of you and your age regression which obviously made you sad and cry. Billie didn’t know about any of this happening and you didn’t plan to. Even though they were being mean and making you cry, you didn’t want billie getting mad at you for thinking you were lying to her or maybe she would agree with them and leave you.

You were overthinking every possibility and it all ended badly so you decided to keep your mouth shut and just let them say whatever. You were playing in the living room when they came piling up in the house with Billie laughing behind them. “I’ll get us some snacks and drinks. Do you want anything babygirl?” Billie asked you with a smile. “M-mys juice pwease mama…” you said quietly as you didn’t wanna talk in front of her friends. “Good girl for using your words! I’ll be right back.” She said happily as she disappears into the kitchen, leaving you alone with her friends that were giving you smirks.

“Awwww your mommy gonna give you some juice?” One of them said in a high pitched voice making you whimper under your breath. “Yeah, I bet it will be in a little sippy cup.” Another one chimed in as they all started to laugh and point at you making you turn your head to ignore them. “Hey! Didn’t your precious mommy tell you not to ignore people when they are talking to you, inconsiderate bitch.” One of them snarled at you and you quickly looked up to see them all smirking at you. “I don’t know why Billie is even with you, if I was her, I would spit in your face and leave immediately. You’re such a freak.” One spat out and you felt yourself sobbing in the middle of the living room with them laughing at you.

“Call her a freak again and see if I don’t come over and kick y’all’s asses.” Billie said sternly as she comes into the living room with your sippy in one hand and snacks in the other. “Mommy!” You gasped in surprise but she didn’t look your way just yet, not wanting to scare you with the look on her face. “Get the fuck out of my house right now.” Billie said coldly as she sets down the snacks and your sippy cup on the nearest desk that was near her and she walks over to you. Billie stands in front of you as her old friends all get up, them getting scared as Billie looks like she was gonna kill them. “B-Billie I promise it was all a joke. Right y/n?” One of them said and they gave you eyes that said “you better not fucking rat us out” but you shook your head instead, then they started glaring at you which made billie more pissed.

“You guys are fucking pathetic. You guys know I trusted y’all with this and you guys seemed so understanding about it. Now I can clearly see that y’all are not and you had the balls to make fun of my girlfriend AND make her cry. Leave my house and never fucking come here and contact me again.” Billie spat out and they all rolled their eyes and left the house, leaving you and Billie alone. Billie looked down and saw your tear stained face and she immediately lifted you up in her arms. “It’s okay babygirl. Mama is here now.” Billie said quietly as she holds you close to her as you clung onto her like a koala. “You won’t have to see them ever again.” She reassured you and you nodded your head against her chest. “How long has this been happening sweet girl?” Billie asked you gently and you shyly hid in the crook of her neck.

Billie frowned and rubbed your back “it’s okay baby. I’m not gonna get mad at you. You can trust mama.” She said and you shifted and looked up at her with sad eyes. “E-evers since w-wes tolds dems a-abouts I-it’s…” you stuttered and you felt Billie hold her breath in. “That was a four months ago baby…why didn’t you tell mama?” She gasped quietly and looked at you with sadness in her eyes. “S-scared…Nu wan chu to lose chu friends.” You said and Billie leaned down to give you a long kiss on your forehead. “Babygirl. I don’t wanna be friends with people who make fun of you and make you cry, you understand me?” She said looking in your eyes and you nodded your head slowly. “That’s my good girl. Now. Do you wanna sit and watch some cartoons with mommy?” She said happily and your face beamed up at her. “Wes Pweasie mommy!” You bounced in her arms which caused her to laugh. She carried you over where she placed down your juice and snacks and gave you your sippy. You immediately grabbed it and thanked her as you started sipping on it happily. Billie carried you back into the living room where she sat on the couch, with you still in her arms. She grabbed the remote and turned on one of your favorite movies and you leaned back into her while drinking your juice. As you watched, Billie was looking down at you with pure love and adoration in her eyes. No one was gonna mess with her baby ever again when she’s around.

A/n: hey guys! Glad to be back, gonna try and post more and get out all these requests so I can get prepared for Christmas so I’m excited. Thank you for the request anon and I hope you all enjoyed! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all! :)

[littlespace-imagines]

Reposting from my main (if u know me there no u don't :))

Okay, guys, I still wanna write for slashers and monst re but lately all of my hyperfixations (THANKS ADHD) wont let me focus on anything for so long.

HOWEVER!! I finally have a new hyperfixation id love requests for (see: humbly begging) and that is Batman.

I'm currently willing to write for Bruce/Batman, Jason Todd, and Dick Grayson mostly because they re the only ones I can see are canonically adults or over the age of 18 (the fucking timeline is fucked sideways) so PLEASE I'm begging… request.

[b4bywr1t3s]

Trail mix

Spencer Reid x gn!reader drabble

tags ; fluff , gn terms ONLY , use of y/n (I'm unoriginal...)

(this is so short...shush)

The couple sat on the couch, Y/N holding a small bag of trail mix in their lap, idly eating the mixture of nuts and fruits, making sure to pick out the raisins.

it took a matter of seconds for Spencer to notice, gently taking the bag from Y/N and heading for the kitchen, separating the raisins from the rest of the bags contents.

by the time he returned, the raisins had been completely removed, all tossed into a small bowl, which he carried into the living room, handing the bag back to his lover.

"you didn't have to do that..." they mumble, looking over at the bowl Spencer carried.

"you don't like them, there's no point wasting them." Spencer shrugged in response, plopping onto the couch beside Y/N, continuing to watch whatever late night TV show was playing.

the pair ate in quiet, Y/N leaning against Spencer's side as they watch the show, enjoying the comfortable silence that filled the room.

"I love you, y'know that?" spencer whispers, his soft voice drawing Y/N's attention to him.

"I know..." they murmur, looking up at him through their lashes, their eyes filled with tiredness. "I love you too, Spence."

Spencer moves his hand to theor cheek, his thumb caressing across his lovers cheekbone and into their hairline, helping them drift into a peaceful slumber, the late night TV now just background noise fir the couples rest.

very much inspired by this post | dividers by @kodaswrld

[softspace-fics]

Masterlist!

Will be updated as i post new stories!

Requests can be made on my page. Fandoms you can request for are in my introduction.

Agere - 🍼

Romance - 🥰

Angst - 🥀

Fluff - 💖

Other - 👀

Marvel Loki Laufeyson 🐍 Its okay, Dada's here 🍼 🥀

It's hard. 🍼🥀 Loki helps his disabled little take a shower Thor Odinson ⚡ Doctor Strange🧿 Iron Man (Tony Stark) 💸 Heimdall 👁️ Captain America (Steve Rogers) 🗽 The Falcon (Sam Wilson)🦅 Winter Soldier (Bucky Barnes)🦾

No princess, your perfect. 🍼🥀 - Reader feels as if theyre not right for bucky (Plus sized reader!)

You mean to much.🍼🥀 - Reader feels embarrassed about their bad thoughts. Vision🤖 Wanda✨ Hawkeye (Clint Barton)🏹

Bath time! 🍼💖 - Your baba and you have a fun time as you get your bath for the night. Rhodes🦿 Star Lord (Peter Quill)🔫

Never gone 🥀🍼 Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff)🕷️ The Hulk (Bruce Banner)💚 Spider-Man (Peter Parker *Tom, Andrew or Tobey!*)🕸️ Multi-Character fics Stucky💞 Wind down 🍼 Stucky x reader Movie Night! 🍼 💖Stucky x Reader

Knowing 🥀 Steve Rogers x James "Bucky" Barnes

Shopping! 🍼💖 Asgardian brothers (Loki + Thor) x Little!plus sized reader

His to cherish 🍼💖 - Stucky x baby-toddler space gn!littler

Senses 🍼💖🥀🥰 - Stucky, but mainly bucky. Bucky learns to fully trust gn!reader

Cabin time! 🍼💖 - Who doesn't love some tea and cabin time?

Hurts. 🍼🥀 - Stucky lets disabled!little reader know that they'll be there even though reader has bad health.

Homework🍼🥀- Reader invoulintarily regresses due to homework stress.

Butterfly kisses 🍼💖🥰 - Stucky loves to give you and eachother butterfly kisses as your morning begins

Nightmares 🍼🥀 -Steve x Little!bucky, bucky had a nightmare and Steve helps him through it.

Pumpkin patch 🍼💖 - Dada and Papa take baby to the pumpkin patch!

Cookies! 🍼💖 - Baby and Dada bucky make cookies for Papa Steve when he gets home!

Christmas morning 🍼💖🌲 - What awaits you as the most magical day arrives?

Strangetony❤️💛

Safe place 🍼💖 - Some never get a safe place, but you have yours.

Other mixes

Steve Rogers + Peter Parker + gn!little reader

Sickie🍼🥀 - Reader falls ill and their two cgs worry. (Platonic CGS!)

[takabinaryy]

On the sixth day of Christmas a angel(or moth if that’s your headcanon) had woken up grumpy and decided she was getting coffee even though her Mama(Charlie) would normally tell her no. However she's decorating the rest of the hotel with her dad. But thankfully our lovely spider demon caught Veggie before the coffee even got in the mug. And yes Vaggie thought she could get away with it if she put a sippy cup lid on top afterwards.

[littleroseprince]

Dr. Retro Caregiver + Little Reader Y/N

requested by the pookie the sibbie hii @galacticclaw

You were currently in the elevator, sitting on the railing and dangling your legs. You were slowly but surely slipping into little space, subconsciously getting quieter and quieter as time passed.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened, snapping you back to reality. You fidgeted with your hands as you walked through the elevator door with hesitance and looked at your surroundings. This was.. The gumball floor. It was very colorful, and you smiled ever so slightly. As you explored, you saw a familiar face. Dr. Retro.

The doctor smiled up as she saw you, waving and getting up from her desk. There were papers tucked neatly on top of the desk, with the exception of a few stray ones. Your eyes darted back to her as she stood in front of you.

"Hi, Sugar!" She purred, softly patting your head. "How have you been doing, hon?"

You giggled ever so slightly, the pet names making you slip more. It was nice here. It was calmer than the elevator, which had noisy players.

But now it was just you, and Dr. Retro.

She smiled, her ears twitching a bit as she started to catch onto your demeanor. She crouched down to your level, which, she didn't have to do, but she knew it gave you the illusion of being small. "Is someone feeling little?" The cat doctor chirped. You silently nodded, biting your thumb.

Dr. Retro frowned, and gently took hold of your hand, cupping your wrist with both of her paws. "Ah ah Sugar, that's not good for you.." You whined in response, to which Dr. Retro sighed. "Hold on," She mumbled, walking back towards her desk. Her tail swished happily behind her as she found the object she was looking for. You watched with intent eyes as she walked back to you, and you let out a tiny gasp as she handed you your paci.

"T'ank you.." You mumbled, hesitantly taking the pacifier. She smiled, and patted your head again. "No problem hon. Here, I'm a bit busy, but you can get cozy in my lap while I finish these papers? How does that sound, Sugar?" You nodded frantically at the proposal, which made the doctor chuckle. She picked you up, holding you securely with her paws. She sat down in her chair, and gave you a fidget toy to play with as she continued her papers. You watched her for a bit, before fiddling with the toy that was in your hands.

🍼😽🍼😽🍼😽🍼😽🍼😽🍼

Dr. Retro set you down onto the couch, draping a blanket over you and planting a tiny kiss on your forehead. She pet your head one last time before returning to her chair and going back to work. She stared at you for a moment, sighing happily.

[cuddlepilefics]

“You poor thing“ - juneofdoom alternate prompt

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie/Little: Minho

Caregivers: Stray Kids

Prompt by @juneofdoom

"The baby caught the sniffles..."

No one’s POV.:

“Lix, do you know where the thermometer is?” Well, that was not a question Felix had expected to be woken up with early on a Sunday morning. His mind was still hazy when he propped himself up to look at Jeongin. “No”, he yawned, “What’s going on?” – “The baby caught the sniffles”, the maknae explained, referring to Minho. Though he was the second oldest of the group, Minho also had something to him that made even the youngest members swoon. Sometimes when the pressure got too much for him to bear, he slipped into his littlespace, regressing to a far younger mental age. There was no denying that little Minho was absolutely adorable and the members felt oh so very protective of him, so hearing that their friend was unwell had Felix awake in an instant.

While Jeongin still searched the dorm for the thermometer to get a read on Minho’s fever, Felix went straight to the little’s room. “Good morning, lovely”, the Aussie whispered as he approached the bed, “Awake this early on a day off, huh?” He took a seat on the edge of the mattress and gently felt Minho’s forehead, wincing: “Yeah, Innie should definitely find that thermometer. You’re so warm, kitten.” The little only looked up at Felix, eyes glossed-over and red-rimmed. Holding his gaze was the only reaction showing Felix that the other had heard him. “Can you tell hyung how you feel?”, the Aussie tried but Minho just kept looking at him.

“Found it!”, Jeongin announced with a small smile, holding up the thermometer, “Minnie, can you tell hyungs how old you are?” Realizing that their friend had slipped rather young, Felix showed the boy two fingers and hummed: “Are you two?” That was the younger Minho usually slipped and his mental age ranged from two to five depending on the circumstances but this time, he hadn’t even understood the question. He only looked at Felix’ hand curiously before grabbing one finger and holding on tightly. “The baby’s tiny”, Felix beamed, pinching Minho’s flushed cheek, “You poor thing, so tiny and icky, hm?” – “It’s okay, lovely. Let hyung take your temperature, so we can figure out how to make you feel better”, Jeongin shushed when he saw tears welling up in the little’s eyes.

Still clutching Felix’ finger, Minho tugged on it. When the Aussie didn’t react, he gave a hoarse whine. “You’re okay, kitten”, Felix breathed, waiting for the thermometer to beep before laying down alongside Minho. Clicking his tongue, Jeongin tutted: “Yeah, no wonder you got no energy. That’s quite the temperature you’re running.” It disturbed the maknae how Minho lay so still and unmoving. Even at his youngest moments, the little was always squirmy, kicking his legs or flapping the sleeves of his oversized sweaters. Felix lightly stroked Minho’s cheek and let the boy curl up against his side. “I’ll go grab some stuff”, Jeongin announced, ruffling Minho’s hair, “You got him, right?” The Aussie gave a hum of confirmation, so Jeongin quietly slipped out of the room.

Jeongin fetched the bottle of liquid medicine they owned and brought Felix a cold washcloth to hold to Minho’s forehead before setting off to the kitchen to prepare a small bite to eat for the little, so he wouldn’t have to take his medicine on an empty stomach. As he stood at the stove cooking a soft porridge, Seungmin joined him. “What are you doing up so early”, the vocalist yawned, being used to being the first one awake. Jeongin startled a little, having been too deep in thought to hear the other approach, before he sighed: “Minho’s sick and he slipped really young. He’s in babyspace and we’ll try to get some food into him, so he can take something for his fever.” – “Lix is with him?”, Seungmin guessed and his dongsaeng nodded, “I’ll go check on them.”

“Good morning”, the vocalist whispered when he slipped into Minho’s room, “I heard the baby’s sick?” The little gave a pained whimper before looking up at Seungmin, eyes glossy with fever. Cupping Minho’s cheek, Felix hummed: “Mhm, someone woke up really early, feeling really icky and so, so small.” – “Jeonginnie is cooking breakfast for you, little one. We’ll give you medicine and you’ll be feeling so much better in no time”, Seungmin smiled, rubbing the little’s arm. Scanning the assortment of littlegear and sick supplies on the nightstand, he mused: “I should probably make some tea. You’re so quiet today and that whimper sounded like your throat hurt. No sippy cup today, I think.” – “Nah, I think you should go straight for the bottle. Our kitten is to small to drink from a sippy cup today”, Felix agreed, using the cold washcloth to dab at the tears that had started to drip from Minho’s lashes.

Jeongin really hadn’t been long till he returned with a small steaming bowl of porridge, ready to start the challenging task of convincing Minho to eat. Felix sat up and propped the little up against his chest, which earned him a frustrated whine. “I know you’re tired and achy, love”, the Aussie shushed, adjusting their position to make Minho as comfortable as possible, “You can lay back down soon, just have a few bites and your medicine first.” Minho didn’t have the slightest appetite though and turned his head whenever Jeongin would lift the spoon from the bowl. His throat ached, making it hard to swallow and with his nose almost completely blocked, he felt desperate for air and couldn’t bear to have anything in his mouth. Feeding Minho took all of Jeongin’s patience and he already considered calling over Changbin because the rapper seemed to possess endless patience but he did manage to get a few spoonful and the into the little and decided that that was good enough.

Surprisingly, Minho barely fought them over having to take medicine, despite gagging on it before sleepily suckling on the bottle Seungmin held to his lips to help him get rid of the taste. While the vocalist took his turn, laying down with Minho, Felix and Jeongin informed the rest of the group about what was going on and it took Chan all but five minutes to arrive at their dorm to check on his physically oldest dongsaeng himself. When he entered the dancer’s bedroom, he found the boy sobbing with Seungmin holding a tissue to his face. “Min, I know it’s difficult to breathe”, Seungmin sighed, “That’s why you gotta blow your nose. Oh, morning, Chan-hyung.” – “What’s wrong?”, the eldest frowned, rubbing Minho’s back. Running the tissue under the little’s nose, Seungmin hummed: “He had to sneeze and I think his sinuses hurt. Crying will only make it worse though.” – “Aigo, you poor thing”, Chan cooed and pulled Minho onto his lap. He plucked another tissue from the box and tried to encourage the little to blow his nose, though it was hard to tell whether the boy even understood when Chan wanted him to do.

His attempts at blowing his nose only left it so much itchier and Chan barely managed to grab two fresh tissues in time to catch a quick sneezing fit. Gently cleaning Minho up, Chan mumbled: “Bless you. You wanna try again?” The little only burst into tears at that. Sneezing hurt, so no, of course he wouldn’t try again if it might make him sneeze. Exhausted, Minho rested his head on Chan’s shoulder, hands going up to clutch at the leader’s shirt when the older got up with him in his arms. “It’s okay, sweets. It’s okay”, Chan promised as he placed Minho on his hip. The little’s sheets were already damp with sweat, so Chan decided to settle him on the couch for the time being, so he could put fresh sheets on his bed.

By now, Changbin, Hyunjin and Jisung had come over too and Changbin had even had the presence of mind to pick up breakfast for the group as well as cough drops for Minho. Minho lifted his head as soon as he heard Jisung’s voice and made grabby hands for the rapper, the most heartbreaking pout on his chapped lips. Knowing exactly what the little wanted, Chan smiled: “Good morning. Ji, would you take a seat on the couch, please? I’ll place Minho on your lap, so I can go change his sheets. Baby’s all sweaty and overheated.” – “Oh dear”, Jisung sighed sympathetically, immediately sitting down, “Does my Minnie need cuddles?” Feeling flustered, Minho hid his face against Jisung’s neck and made the rapper chuckle. Jisung comfortingly patted his back and smiled: “It’s okay, kitten. Hyung’s got you.”

The group ate breakfast, while Jisung tried to have Minho sip some more tea. It was a slow going though. Cuddling into Jisung’s chest, the little suckled on his bottle but needed frequent breaks to catch his breath. As long as Minho stayed hydrated, the rapper would give him all the time he needed even if that meant his own breakfast would have to wait for a little while longer. “Maybe we could give Minnie a bath”, Hyunjin proposed as he took Minho from Jisung, so the other could eat something, “We still have some menthol bath oil, which should clear up his congestion and if we keep the water temperature low, we might be able to bring his fever down.” – “Great idea”, Chan agreed, “At the very least, Min should feel a bit refreshed after getting all that sweat of his skin. Right, baby?” The younger only looked at him, hoarsely babbling something as he leant against Hyunjin. Sitting upright seemed to demand all his strength, so Chan really wanted to tuck him back into bed after washing up.

Felix filled the tub and made sure the water temperature would still be comfortable. There was no way Minho would rest well if they gave him chills. Seungmin picked out a fresh outfit for the little, choosing a hoodie because he knew how much it soothed his friend to chew on the cuffs of his sleeves. To make sure the other wouldn’t overheat, he paired it with shorts, so there would be enough skin exposed to keep him cool. Minho barely understood what was happening to him when Hyunjin carried him to the bathroom and wanted him to undress. When the other handed him his rubber duck though, Minho gave a little smile.

The water seemed to bring back some of Minho’s energy and he happily played with his cups and ducky before Hyunjin called him to wash his hair. Sighing contently, the little rested his back against the side of the tub while Hyunjin shampooed his hair, taking his time to massage his scalp. “Oh, someone’s got a runny nose now”, Chan chuckled when him and Changbin maneuvered Minho out of the tub. They bundled the little into a towel and sat him down on the closed toilet lid before Chan tried to get him to blow his nose again. This time he had more success and Minho breathed a bit easier after going through three tissues. They got him dressed and after blow-drying his hair, Changbin picked him up and carried him back to his room.

When Changbin placed Minho down on his bed, he couldn’t help but coo. The little was gnawing on the cuff of his sleeve and looked up at him with glossy eyes, not at all pleased to not be held anymore. Giving a scratchy cough behind his sleeve, Minho tried to give Changbin a disapproving look and although it looked absolutely adorable, the rapper got the hint and sat down next to his friend. “Do you want hyung to stay?”, Changbin asked softly. He took a seat against the headboard and encouraged: “Get comfy, love. Hyung will sit with you however long. We won’t leave you on your own, baby.” Minho lay down with his head pillowed by the rapper’s thigh, suckling on the cuff of his sleeve while his friend pulled the blanket up over him. The other members gave them some space, so they wouldn’t wake Minho, only popping in to place the little’s bottle filled with tea onto the nightstand and to give Changbin a cold washcloth to dab the boy’s forehead with, which the rapper did with a fond smile on his lips. He was absolutely right, Min was so loved, he wouldn’t be left on his own, not when there were seven caregivers who would give their souls to make sure he would be okay.

[littlespace-imagines]

I watched Metalocalypse: Army of the Doomstar and Toki is a canonical age regressor who carrys a “Deadybear” around with him and the whole band accepts it and supports it and it’s not even a humorous focal point or anything. Pickles just says “Sorry, you know, Toki's a little sensitive these days. We think he's regressing from, you know, the whole thing.” When Toki has on outburst from being told not to something and other than him always having his comfort bear that’s the only way it’s mentioned, he is still the Toki we love.

It’s so nice to see regression presented in a legitimate way, Toki and the whole band went through hell, we see Nathan struggling with his own ptsd also. The fact that the whole band -including murderface who usually hits below the belt with his insults- just goes with it.

[jacksdinonuggets]

#8?

Big Kid's Get Little Breaks

Summary: Vaggie regresses voluntarily after not regressing for a couple of months. barely any angst at all. manly just fluff.

It has been 2 months since Vaggie had last regressed. The Hotel had been very busy with new guests and Charlie was busy with new ideas. There was barely any time to even cuddle. With her plushies or with Charlie, there was still no time. But that wasn’t the only part of it. She really wanted to regress, but she’d only get about 1 hour of free time. That was barely enough time to get into her headspace and then get out of it. Besides, she needed to figure out some other coping mechanisms. Like flying! Charlie would have to watch her and she would only be able to fly for about 15 minutes before getting tired.

However, Charlie noticed Vaggie getting a bit tired and overwhelmed. Everyone was. But she knew that her partner needed some extra support. So one night, as they were winding down, she decided to bring it up.

“Hey hun?” Charlie asked after an extravagant conversation about the process of Pokemon evolution. 

“Yes, Charlie?”

“When was the last time you regressed?” 

Vaggie was a little hesitant. She didn’t want Charlie to be disappointed in her, but she should always be honest with her partner. It was good for their relationship. She reminded herself that Charlie would most likely not be mad or upset. 

“Umm, like 2 months ago I think?” She answered truthfully, “Haven’t had the time,” 

Charlie frowned. Had she been giving Vaggie too much workload? Or has she been overworking herself? The princess was concerned for her partner. Freaking out wouldn’t do any good though.

“That’s not good or healthy… How about I schedule some time tomorrow for you to regress?” She suggested.

“I- I guess. As long as I won’t be stressing you out.” Vaggie said. She didn’t lie, it sounded really nice.

“Don’t worry, you’re not. I love taking care of you and it's a coping mechanism for me! How about after 1 pm?” Charlie asked.

“Sounds good, hun. Lets get some rest now, I’m pretty tired,” She replied and turned off the lamp, darkness suddenly enveloping the room. 

The next morning, Charlie started the day by getting up a little early and shutting off Vaggie’s alarm before it could go off. But knowing she’d want to wake up a little bit on time, she changed the alarm to go off in 45 minutes. She got dressed as quietly as she could and pulled out her partner’s clothes and put them on the dresser. It was nice to help her partner get ready for the day, even though she wouldn’t be there physically to help her.

Vaggie woke up a little later than she had expected. Usually, it would make her really panicky and freaked out but luckily, there wasn’t anything super important planned early that morning. She got up and noticed that her clothes were already set out for her. She smiled and quickly changed before going downstairs.

“Good morning, Sweetheart!” Charlie greeted her, immediately setting down a plate of eggs and bacon in the shape of a smiley face, in front of her little one. “I made you breakfast and cleared up the schedule for this afternoon. Mommy’s got to work a bit this morning so I hope that’s okay,” 

Charlie knew what she was doing. She was using her caregiver name in the 3rd person to help Vaggie feel small so it would be easy for her to regress later. Vaggie wanted to be little right then and there but knew she had to wait until afternoon.

“Oki, That’s fine, M- Charlie. Thank you for making breakfast!” She replied, starting to eat her eggs.

Charlie got right to work after making Vaggie breakfast. In order for her to clear her schedule, she needed to get some more work done that morning and would need to get it finished either later that night, or the next day. So she went into her office and started working.

Later that day, after lunch, Charlie emerged from her office. Almost all of the day’s work was done and she now needed to find Vaggie and get her ready for her little time. Luckily, she found her almost immediately as she was in the lobby, working on schedules and getting paperwork filled out. Charlie snuck up behind and picked her up.

“Vaggie~ it’s baby time!” She gave her a kiss on the cheek and cradled her. Vaggie giggled, loving being babied by her.

“Okay, Charlie, let me just get this done-”

“Nope! Babies don’t do paperwork. Alastor can get it” Charlie declared, carrying her to the nursery. Vaggie wanted to argue so she could finish it, but she wanted to be little way more. So she let her Mama carry her to her nursery.

“Alright, little one~ Let’s get you changed first,” She placed Vaggie down on the changing table, “Do you want your paci and a fidget?”

“Mhm” She replied. Charlie smiled and grabbed a clean pacifier and put it in her mouth and handed her a baby fidget cube.

As Charlie started to change her into a cute and fluffy diaper, Vaggie’s baby brain immediately switched on. She really did feel so small and tiny and just a little baby. Once it was taped nice and snug, Charlie changed her into a onesie and long fluffy socks. Vaggie babbled incoherent words and was all smiley and drooly.

“Aww~ someone really slipped fast, huh?” Charlie said, picking her up. The little one giggled and grinned. 

“Alright well, is my wittle Vaggie feeling energetic, tired, eepy, or playful?” She asked, bouncing her on her hip.

Vaggie made both her hands into Y’s (basically like the hand symbol that stereotypical surfers do) and shook her wrists twice, signing the word “Play”

“Oki-Doky! I can get your blocks, or your baby bouncer, or the toy box? Ooh, or we can draw?” Charlie started listing off plenty of activities they could do.

“Bah!” Vaggie babbled, pointing to her baby bouncer with the activity board on it. Due to her smallness, it was a little harder for her to speak. When not regressing for a while, she tended to be very small.

Charlie smiled and placed her into her bouncer. She played with her with the activity board while she bounced. She kicked her legs and squealed, loving playing with all the fidgets and bouncing up and down. They happily played until Vaggie got a bit tired and a little hungry.

“Are you hungry, sweetie? Did you not eat lunch?” Charlie asked, taking her out of the bouncer when she heard her stomach growl. Vaggie shook her head, telling her she didn’t eat lunch.

“Okay, little one, there should be a bottle with some formula in here,” She put her on top of the changing table to sit as she went over to the minifridge. Sure enough, there was a baby bottle full of adult formula. 

“Warm or cold, baby?” 

“W-wam,” Vaggie babbled. Charlie nodded and took the cap off and put it in the microwave to heat it up. Once it was done, she placed the cap on and shook it a little. She picked her up again and put down the crib bars and sat down. After Vaggie got comfortable in her lap, she started to bottle feed her, watching her get more and more relaxed by the second.

Once the bottle was all finished and not a single drop of formula left, Charlie was about to tuck her into bed. However Vaggie started pouting and whining.

“Not sleepy, baby? Do you want to do a less stimulating activity instead?” She asked. Vaggie nodded.

“Okay, lets snuggle for a bit and read a book,” Charlie set her down in the crib (which had a ton of stuffies in it) and went to grab a few books.

When she came back, Vaggie was cuddling a bunch of stuffies. It was adorable and she gave her a small smile. The princess sat down next to her, and snuggled up with her. Since it was getting close to winter, she pulled a blanket over them and opened up the first book.

Charlie put on a bunch of funny voices and acted some of the scenes out while still cuddling. It was enough to entertain Vaggie but not enough to overstimulate her small tiny brain. So Charlie decided to slow down on the action and calmed down. It made Vaggie start to get sleepy and her eyes got droopy. When Charlie was absolutely sure that she had fallen asleep, she slowly crawled out of the crib, tucked Vaggie in and put up the crib bars. 

Charlie knew Vaggie would wake up within 45 minutes, still regressed, but that’s why she cleared out the entire afternoon. And the hotel residents are okay with little Vaggie having dinner with them if she’s still small by then. Charlie realized that she probably needed a break as well so she sat in the rocking chair and scrolled on her phone. Even though caregiving is a way for her to feel really good about herself and could sometimes be relaxing, she deserved a little phone time. Everyone needs a little break every now and then. It’s better to give yourself a break than wait until you burnout.

[naturesapphic]

mommy nat x little reader where she has an anxiety attack and nat holds her and sings her a lullaby to calm her down🤍

Lullaby

Mommy!natasha romanoff x little!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression, hurt/comfort, mentions of needles and a doctor

You were playing with your toys when you heard your mommy’s voice from across the room. She was busy doing paperwork and you haven’t gotten to see her much today so when you heard her voice, you immediately got up and walked toward it. You see that she’s talking on the phone so you waited until she was done.

“Yes, yes she will see you tomorrow Doctor Cho. Thank you goodbye.” Nat said as she hung up the phone and you felt your heart drop at the name your mommy just mentioned. Dr. Cho. Meaning that you will be going to the doctors and you absolutely hated going to any sort of doctors appointment. Natasha looked up to see you looking up at her with a terrified expression which caused her to sigh.

“Baby-“ Natasha started to say but you cut her off by running away crying. You ran to your room and hid under your bed as you sobbed your eyes out, while holding onto your stuffie. Natasha came into your room and heard your cries which caused her heart to break at the sound of it. She went to the edge of your bed and went on her hands and knees, looking under the bed to find you curled into a ball crying.

“Babygirl, come on out. Come to mommy Angel.” Natasha said softly and you whimpered and shook your head no, scared that she will take you to the doctors right then and there. Natasha sighed and carefully went under the bed and gently pulled you out which caused you to cry more. “Baby we aren’t going to the doctors today, we are going tomorrow.” She reassured you and you sniffled, burying your face in her neck. “All dr. Cho is going to do is give you your yearly check up, that’s all love bug I promise.” Your mommy said softly while giving you a forehead kiss.

“S-shots?” You said looking up at her with a scared look plastered on your face. “Maybe baby but hey, mommy will be right there with you yeah? You are the bravest little baby I know. Remember? You are just like mommy, my little baby widow.” Your mommy says with a big smile and you gave her a little smile but then you start to freak out again because the thought of needles make you scared to death. Natasha shushed you quietly and started to gently rock you in her arms. “Take a deep breath baby, then out, then in. Repeat it with me princess.” She said calmly as she guided you through it.

After a few minutes of some breathing exercises you were still pretty upset so she decided to sing a Russian lullaby that her mother used to sing to her when she was little and now Natasha sings to you. You laid on her chest as she starts to hum your favorite song and you felt her chest moving as she sung quietly. Closing your eyes, you slowly drift off to sleep in your mommy’s arms, the one place you always felt safe at. Natasha gently stood up with you in her arms and went to tuck you into bed, lifting the other side of the covers up so she can lay next to you. She wrapped her arms around your body and pulled you close to her and started singing the lullaby once more, lulling you into a deep sleep, knowing you are protected by your mommy.

A/n: HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! I’m trying to come back guys I swear, it’s just been hard since I’ve been busy and resting as much as I can, having some problems with my back so it’s been hard to do really anything but I’m gonna post some more fics today don’t worry :) I hope yall enjoyed it and that the anon did as well. Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves, I love yall :)

[greenandsorrow]

salon!Barbie🪞/ ryangosling!Ken

@xmrsrogersx -> there lovely! Is there a possible chance I could make a request for a Ken x female reader where the reader is a barbie doll and is stereotypical barbies best friend and reader Barbie is like a salon barbie 💖 she is so in love with Ken but he is so infatuated by stereo barbie. An say stereo barbie wants to help the reader win Ken’s heart as she never liked him in that way anyways. Perhaps during their travels back from the real world when they find everything’s changed to the Kendom the only way for ken to see sense is if Salon barbie confronts him and expresses her feelings in hopes he will change everything back and finally see the Barbie he is meant to be with?

PS; I hope the sweet Barbie who requested this likes the way it came out and that it's not too far away from your vision!! This fic follows the events of the movie. Also, you'll probably gonna need a snuck🍿

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~Who is Salon Barbie?~ ✨aka you✨

You, salon Barbie -referred to as B by most-, are the one responsible for all things beauty related in Barbieland. Haircuts and hairstyling being your speciality. And just like your profession is to make others pretty, you are so very pretty yourself. You're not full of it though, always humble and sweet, perhaps too humble at times.

Your best friend is stereo Barbie and you two are almost never seen without each other's company. Both of you blonde and always pampered up to perfection. However, while stereo Barbie's hair is almost white, your hair is a warm blonde, fluffed up like you belong in old Hollywood, golden era. The fashion you dress yourself in, also seems to reflect that time. White fur shawls and pink, satin, slip dresses, mary jane pumps, corsets, stockings, pearls and diamonds. Obviously, that has to do with the fact you were created as a Christmas, limited edition salon Barbie, in order to honor the glittery glamour of a far away era. That being said, you do have a salon, but you do NOT have a Ken and we all know that your bestie does, or that's what y'all initially thought 🫢

You're in your best friend's car, sitting in the passenger seat, finally returning back home.

Gloria and her daughter, Sasha, have also joined you, since Mattel's CEO had decided to hunt the lot of you down.

You like these two, especially Sasha. Her hair is so pretty and you can't wait to style it once you get hold of your equipment.

While in the real world, stereo Barbie discovered it wasn't actually Sasha she had to find but her mother. Your friend's experience in the real world was so purposeful. She heard so many different opinions about the effects she has on young girls and society as a whole, she felt *real* emotions and gained the ability to empathize. Your bestie also told you about the beautiful older ladies she had come across.

On the other hand, you didn't have to see real humans to feel emotional. You were always very sensitive. That big city had scared you, the poisonous glances from other women and the suggestive comments from men about your clothing choices and appearance had made you feel small. But you had enjoyed some moments there as well. You had enjoyed the warmth of the sun on your skin, petting stray kittens, watching little kids have fun on the playground. You had also enjoyed visiting a real salon for the first time ever! Obviously, you didn't fix anyone's hair that time, but the vibes of the environment, with all these beautiful, hard working women, discussing their daily struggles while also dedicating some time to look after themselves, had warmed your plastic heart.

When it comes to the reasons you left Barbieland, the main one was in fact... Ken. Beach Ken is the one thought always clouding all others in your blonde head. It doesn't matter that you tried to deny your feelings, suppressing them with all your might, you are infatuated with those too bright, blue, puppy eyes, the slightly husky voice and.... Jeez girl! We get it, you're in love with Ken!

But it's not that simple, even though you wish it were. Stereotypical Barbie and beach Ken have been linked together since the very first day Barbieland came into existence. And just like a Ken is supposed to do, the Ken in question has no eyes for anyone but his "assigned Barbie", meaning... your best friend. The fact that she is uninterested in being ''girlfriend and boyfriend'' with him barely easies the pain in your chest. You're not meant to feel heartbroken.

When Barbie announced her departure -to get rid of cellulite, bad breath, thoughts of death and flat feet-, Ken had told you he just HAD to go with her. You couldn't resist helping him sneak into your bestie's car and eventually coming with them to the real world.

As you stare at the sign that welcomes you to Barbieland, you can't help but think to yourself how much you miss your friends and your hot pink hair rollers.

So many drastic changes in your life had turned your perfect world upside down and you felt guilty knowing that, in the centre of them all, was your longing for Ken to notice you, to actually see you in the same light you've seen him since the moment you set foot in your plastic utopia.

°•°•°B's flashbacks°•°•°

°• It was the beginning of another perfect day.

You and Barbie, Barbie and of course Barbie were taking your daily stroll at the beach. You were trying to suppress the excitement that came with being in Ken's territory. If you were lucky, you'd even be able to greet him!

You weren't lucky.

He didn't even look in your direction, too focused to get your friend's attention.

"Hi Barbie!"

"Hi Ken."

Barbie knew you were attracted to Ken and she felt so so bad she was basically in the way between you and her oblivious friend. Because in her mind, that's all Ken was to her. Sure, beach Ken was like an "add on" to her doll version in the real world, but she just couldn't see how that meant she and Ken had to be romantically involved.

"Barbie, watch what I can do!"

And with that Ken was off running towards the big plastic waves, surfing board at hand.

The discomfort your friend had felt was more than evident, maybe she was even embarrassed that Ken was going to such extents to gain her attention.

On the other hand, you had been simply standing next to her, feeling invisible regardless of the coral pink slip dress and the diamond jewellery you were wearing that day. But that -familiar by then- numbness was soon replaced with worry.

Everyone gasped when Ken bounced back from the waves and landed on the beach.

You were the first to rush to him and kneel beside him, concern written on your features.

"Ken?! Oh sweet maker! Ken are you hurt?!"

He had looked at you with curiosity, for a moment forgetting he had to pout so that stereo Barbie would have to comfort him.

"Barbie... B... I'm-"

You had unconsciously placed a palm on his muscular chest, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed by him, but before his brain had time to make anything out of your reaction, doctor Barbie was on her way to her "patient", stereo following close behind.

You had reluctantly removed your hand from him, avoiding his still curious gaze as you stood up and went to join the rest of your friends.

For the rest of your time at the beach, you sat silently, discreetly watching Barbie -your friend- and Ken -your crush- interact, as Ken was healing from his fall.

°• "So... is Ken going to be at the party?", your tone had shown just how nervous you were.

"Of course! I invited him just for you."

Barbie had given you one of her perfect smiles through the reflection of your salon mirror.

Whenever an occasion asks for it, you are always the one to pamper your friends. One might think that as a chore, but to you it's not just super fun, it's your purpose.

So, for the last couple of hours, you'd been doing the make-up looks and hair of each Barbie, while engaging in small talk with them, which mostly consisted of compliments.

Your bestie had been the last "client" in your salon and after you were done with her, she kept you company while you busied yourself with your own make up and hair.

Taking out the last hair roller in your perfectly blown out hairstyle, you noticed Barbie was too silent for her usual talkative self.

"Beautiful, is something wrong?"

Your first guess was that she wasn't satisfied with the volume of her hair.

"B, I might have made a little decision, without asking you first."

"Oh! Please tell me you didn't choose the confetti's colour without me!!"

"No, no, no. Of course not! I would never do that to you! We agreed on purple, blue and pink. It's something silly actually..."

"Barbie you can tell me, I won't cry. I so so promise."

Stereo Barbie was aware of the melodramatic way you reacted to things. But in Barbieland not hiding your uniqueness was a brave thing to do, so she never judged you but always admired your temperament.

"I might have invited Ken to YOUR place without YOUR permission."

You had frozen in place.

"I thought you'd like to, you know, do his hair or something."

She smiled at you for the second time that evening.

You weren't sure of what you had felt at that moment. You were shocked, but in a pleasant way. Butterflies were flying in your stomach and even though you couldn't physically blush, you had felt your face grow warmer.

Your reaction was a genuine one.

"Barbie, honey, that's so very nice of you!"

You had run and hugged your friend tightly, laughing your silly girly laugh you only shared with her.

"Oh! Barbie, please tell me is my hair in place?! Barbie! Where do you think you're going?! Is this dress shiny enough?!"

All the while you were going crazy, Barbie had been slowly making her way to the back exit.

"B, Ken's going to be here any minute now, it's best if I go."

"THANK YOU!"

°• "Hmh... B?"

That was Ken, clearing his throat before calling you from the entrance of the salon/lounge/ dream house you owned. There wasn't an actual door, since the fronts of all houses had no walls, but the place you had been standing wasn't visible from where Ken was calling you from.

"Coming!"

Stereo Barbie had just left when you made your way to Ken, with a smile so big plastered on your face that your cheeks hurt.

It was your moment to shine.

"Hi Ken!!"

"Hi B! Barbie told me that you were fixing everyone's hair for her giant blow out party with all the Barbies and a planned choreography."

That smug but also awkward smile was going to be the end of you.

"Indeed I am! Come in!"

Looking back, that had been one of the most nerve racking moments of your existence.

You of course were able to perform and fix Ken's super soft, smelling like heaven hair, but your communication skills had abandoned you.

Thanks to Ken's energetic person though, awkward silence was avoided.

"You were really brave at the beach today Ken."

"Just doing my job B."

"Especially when you told Ken to beach off, you are so brave and-"

You had stopped yourself, not daring to say anything remotely risky. But Ken's attention had been drawn elsewhere. He was inspecting his hair in the mirror. You were almost done with him but you had -obviously without him knowing- taken more time than what you actually needed to style his hair.

"Will she find me pretty?"

His voice sounded small, like he was talking to himself. You felt like exploding. How had he not noticed the way you were looking at him?! YOU found him "pretty"!

"I think you're handsome."

But your own voice was merely above a whisper. You saw his shoulders' movement, which led you to believe he had heard your compliment. However, he just went closer to the mirror, making sure everything was in place and "Good enough for Barbie".

You had felt a weird sensation in your stomach, weighing you down, but it wasn't in your nature to act on envy. You always acted on support and understanding.

You had reluctantly put a hand on his shoulder, managing to keep eye contact with him in the mirror.

"I think Barbie will find you very attractive Ken."

"Thank you B! You're the best!"

And with that he was out of your place and on his way to the party. After making sure you were "good enough" for maker knows who, you had started for Barbie's dream house as well, not sure if you were in the mood for partying anymore.

°• The party went as expected. Perfect.

You were in awe of all your friends' beauty. You felt so proud of them for simply being who they are, being enough. But truth is, you didn't feel enough that evening.

You had hoped Ken would be on the dance floor for the choreography. Your bestie had promised you she'd try to get you close to him, giving you guys a chance to dance together. Nothing went according to plan.

Your life wasn't perfect anymore, something unacceptable for a doll.

You danced and danced, having spotted Ken holding a cup and looking miserable. He never looked in your direction, not even once.

Instead, he only made a move to join the dance floor scene when he noticed another Ken was dancing with stereo Barbie.

He still hadn't noticed you till the end of the party. And after the party. And while you were standing in your friend's apartment, watching her bid him goodbye.

He hadn't left. He had insisted on staying.

You knew none of this was your friend's fault. You couldn't blame her for Ken's infatuation with her. She's the most loyal and dedicated friend you could have asked for... She's perfect. But so are you. (Turns out that night had gone very wrong for both of you. Broken hearts and thoughts of death don't belong in Barbieland.)

You couldn't help wishing you were her. You had burst in tears when Ken had tried to kiss Barbie.

That night you didn't stay over for "girls' night". In fact, you decided to never have one again. You felt terrible. Like a piece of furniture in the background.

Still, you just couldn't hate Ken. You had instead decided to blame yourself for liking him in the first place. It wasn't something planned. It wasn't meant to happen. Something was wrong with you. Maybe it was your turn to join Weird Barbie -and maybe do something about her hair.

°•°•°•°back to present°•°•°•°

Barbie and you are shocked to find Barbieland is now in fact called "Kendom" and the roles have all been reversed.

It's like someone took a piece of the real world and tried to make it work in your pink paradise.

Everywhere you look there is a Barbie taking care of a Ken's every little desire. You even spot President Barbie cheering some Kens who are playing Beach Volley.

Barbie is driving straight to her Dream house, unsure of what all this means. You're both surprised to find Ken there. You sigh in relief to know he made it safely back to Barbieland. Your friend however looks offended, to say the least, as she gets out of her car and heads to her house.

You end up feeling invisible once again, staying with Gloria and Sasha as Barbie confronts Ken for taking over her Dream house that is now called "Ken's Dojo Mojo Casa House".

You suppress a smile as the name sounds so satisfying to you. No B, that is wrong!

Ken took over BARBIEland and just look at him! He's changed. What's with these clothes and the huge fur coat? How does his hair look so good with the bandana?! He is so annoying for being so full of himself all of a sudden! Why would anyone wear a fur coat so big anyway?! But then again, you do have an excessive collection of fur shawls. Confidence looks good on him, doesn't it now?

No! Teaching the Kens about that thing called "patriarchy" was a stupid decision. But you understand how he feels all too well. He said it. He felt respected and seen out there. You could have made him feel this way, but he never gave you a chance.

Barbie snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Let's get out of here!"

~~

The four of you end up in Weird Barbie's house, along with Allan and some discontinued dolls.

Your friend has been going through the motions, but you're not planning to leave her side. You are currently brushing her hair with your favourite brush that you always have on you, for such emergencies.

"I don't remember sending you to the real world Marilyn."

"Haha, never Marilyn, though Mattel took inspiration from her to design me..."

"You went for him, didn't you? The hot, six pack, sapphire eyes Ken, didn't ya?"

"I thought it wasn't that obvious"

"Honey please, it's my job to notice when something is off on your pretty faces."

"Is it that bad of a thing to do?"

"He's lucky that you're so in love with him. That's all."

"Like he knows", that's Allan. Allan has always been a friend of yours. His awkward sense of humour and honesty make him the nicest company you could have ever asked for. But right now, his comment only causes you pain.

Ken is even more handsome than before leaving Barbieland, but he never felt more far away from your reach.

He had already rejected Barbie's attempt to make peace with him by becoming his long distance -and a bunch of other things- girlfriend.

~~

The situation feels so hopeless and you just can't accept that sweet and kind Ken is now the reason Barbieland is decaying.

Thanks to Gloria's words your beloved friend is feeling much better. Gloria's words also affected you. You feel empowered and seen. You still don't hate Ken for his actions, but you know that this situation must quickly change.

Weird Barbie told you earlier today that there must be a deeper reason you went through the real world experience.

"B can I please talk to you?", that's Sasha.

"What is it honey?"

"I heard you talking with Weird Barbie before and I think I might have an idea about why you feel the way you do... For Ken."

"R- Really? You do?"

"It's a secret."

"Pinky promise!"

To say the least, Sasha's secret made you see things in a much different way.

Sasha's childhood friend, Cloe, used to have a salon Barbie doll and when they were younger, they used to pair her with Sasha's Ken doll, so even though Ken had come as essentially an accessory to the standard Barbie doll, the girls had paired him with another Barbie, salon Barbie, by choice.

After thinking this over, you are determined that next time the opportunity shows itself, you'll shoot your shot with Ken.

~~

After pondering on Gloria's words, Weird Barbie's creativity and the need to set things in order before it's too late, you guys came up with a plan.

A plan to make "Kendom" Barbieland once and for all.

With the help of stereo Barbie and Sasha, Weird Barbie, Alan and other discontinued dolls, Gloria snaps all the Barbies out of their "submissive trance".

The Barbies then begin to manipulate the Kens by feeding their egos. That's when you come in the plan.

You are the one to distract Ken. That's right. Not any Ken, but Ken. Your forever crush.

After making sure you look your best with your fluffed up, curly hairstyle, in your favourite, silky two-piece pyjama set with matching gown and slippers, it's time to act.

You pretend to look lost, like you haven't spent your whole life in this place.

Ken is quick to notice your "helplessness" and of course rushes to offer his assistance.

"B! Long time no see, sugar."

You know he's trying too hard, you know he's putting up an act just the way you are meant to act differently as well, but you do feel your heart flutter in the sound of him calling you "sugar".

"Oh! K- Ken! Hi... handsome. I'm so glad you're here."

You try your hardest to maintain your calm and stay collected. As much as you love the prospect of finally getting closer to him, you can't let the Barbies down.

"That's right baby. You're lucky I'm here 'cause you do look kinda lost, ain't that right?"

"I do... I am! Haha. It's just, you know, now that everything's changed the Barbies don't visit the salon that often and I'm so lonely."

You bat your coquette lashes at him -just as Weird Barbie had instructed you to do- and you swear you see a glint in his eyes. Ken had never actually taken the time to take you in, to notice the exact shade of your hair, your kind smile, your shyness that he hates to admit matches his own and he catches himself wondering if you like horses. He has to find the right moment to ask you.

As he stares at you, rather shamelessly, you are breathtaken by... him basically. That light washed jeans outfit he has going on is almost too much to handle. You catch Allan in the background, lookin' at you with a look that screams "Girl, are you serious?"

Allan is right, you have a mission, but it's going to be harder than what you originally thought. The good thing is that you won't have to act, you actually are that smitten with Ken.

~~

And so, a few days go by, spending a lot of time with Ken during the day and then reporting back to the Barbies at night. You are not spy Barbie, but you almost feel like it. As you describe everything in detail, you can see Gloria shaking her head and laugh.

"What is it this time!? I told you I'm not getting distracted! I can handle myself just fine!"

It's your bestie that answers to your complaints.

"I don't think she's laughing about your behavior B, I think it's about Ken's."

You do smile at that because it's true, Ken's attitude towards you has changed dramatically. He basically never leaves your side. He talks to you about the patriarchy and horses, especially the latter and he is always ready to offer his help, to show off his "manliness" and of course keep you away from other Kens.

You haven't kissed or declared that you're a couple with him, but when it comes to the way Ken sees you, he'd like to do both. He curses himself for never taking the extra step to talk to you before you helped him go to the real world. He won't admit it, but the adoration you look at him with, as he plays his silly songs on the guitar, makes his heart melt a little. And he also feels so great and so proud when he makes you laugh. You make him feel important, more than you'll ever know.

And that's just unfortunate, because the next step of the plan is to turn the Kens against each other by hurting their egos.

~~

And so it goes. You are at the beach with Ken and he's playing the same thing on his guitar, and so are all the other Kens to the rest of the Barbies. As you get your mobile out, you can already feel the guilt of using Ken.

You make a point of laughing while also staring at the phone.

"Who are texting?"

You ignore him and when he asks again you tell him "No one."

Next thing you know he's shouting at you, taking the phone from your hands.

"Ken!!!"

Before you have time to see his next reaction, you make yourself stand up and exchange positions with stereo Barbie.

It's for the best that you don't see the pure betrayal in his blue eyes, but your friend does and she can also feel the sadness radiating off him.

Chaos ensues faster than any of you Barbies thought it would and by morning you are regaining the positions of power you originally held. But along the way, you realize the mistakes of the previous system and decide to make some changes to Barbieland, including better treatment for the Kens and all the deformed dolls.

You feel genuinely happy that things can go back to normal. But, for a moment you had it all, Ken looked at you and actually saw you. Now, you know better than to believe he'll forgive you for treating him like means to an end.

It's not that simple. It's not, because you weren't acting when he told you every little thing he knew about horses and you answered him you'd love to meet a real one.

~~

You go back to your salon, putting hair rollers on yours and Sasha's hair. It doesn't take much time before you break down in tears, curled up like a baby with plastic chocolate pieces all over you.

Allan, stereo Barbie, Gloria and Sasha, Weird Barbie and all your friends feel so bad for you. They had all come to realize your feelings for Ken were real and that tricking him had hurt you as much as it had hurt him.

You heard that right. After the Barbies had taken back Barbieland, Ken hadn't left from his Mojo Dojo Casa House. He was a mess of conflicting emotions. He cared for you, that was a given. You had been so nice to him, flooding him with kindness and affection beyond his imagination, but was any of it real? After all, he's just Ken.

In addition to that, what about stereo Barbie? He's MEANT to be with her. To be her Ken. Isn't that his purpose?

~~

While you two are crying your eyes out, stereo Barbie is determined to set things right. She also wants her house back.

She goes and confronts Ken a second time, but this time ends up differently.

~~

Barbie and Ken apologize to each other and acknowledge their failures.

Ken has come to the conclusion he has no identity or purpose without Barbie.

"But it's Barbie AND Ken, there is no just Ken!"

In that exact moment, there you are, at the door, gaze hopeful but face tear streaked.

"Ken, how could you always miss what's right in front of you?", you have no idea how you'll ever be able to thank your friend enough for this.

You can see Ken looking at you intensely. He is still crying, but the realisation that overcomes him is unmistakable.

He's more than what he was made for. He can make his own choices that will define him.

One of them, is walking up at you and enveloping you in a bone crashing bear hug.

You let out a giggle before hugging him back with all your might.

This feels right, it feels like home.

~~

When you say goodbye to your dearest friend, neither can hold back the tears. You stay hugged for a while, not caring about the Mattel CEO waiting for Barbie so that they can go to the real world.

After the Barbies and Kens bid Barbie goodbye, she decides to become human and return to the real world.

It's not that you won't see her again, but it's so weird to see how much you have both evolved. You are so proud of her and you can't wait to hear about her experiences as a real woman.

Ken is right next to you. He still has a lot of work to do with himself, but with your unrelenting support, he will manage just fine.

He puts his fur coat around you, covering you almost entirely and then presses a kiss to your cheek.

This is Barbieland and now it's finally perfect.

(You're of course going to visit the real world to see real horses. Also, Ken did request an actual phone he uses to call Barbie for advice about his relationship with you.)

The End

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Hi can I request a caregiver Snape little reader where Snape is the caregiver of one of his students and he notices they're small in class but trying to hide it so subtly makes sure they're safe until he can call them back afterwards reprimand them for trying to brew while small and do a look after sorry if this is too specific is cool if you don't want to do

Hii Darling! I absolutely can, I really liked this idea and I hope I portrayed the idea correctly with this! <3

"It's Dangerous.."

Paring: Platonic!Caregiver!Snape x Little!Reader.

Summary: You slip in class and continue to try to work, Snape isn't overly happy with this.

Warnings: Talk about not being able to regress, Exam stress, Out of character Snape, Nicknames (Kiddo)

@lunalovegood134

(Gender neutral reader)

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Snape was observant. He was praised by Dumbledore for this as it made him a great professor, despite if his students liked him or not.

Within a few lessons of teaching you he knew you were not like everyone else in the class. He had noticed your legs swinging under the desk, he noticed how your eyes went wide anytime something happened to a potion in class, almost a child like glee.

He even noticed the small plushy that sat in your bag, hidden just enough for no-one to see it except you. And well him.

Snape quickly figured put that you were an age regressor and had no difficulty approaching you on the topic. So after class one day he pulled you aside and once everyone had left he questioned you.

He asked if anyone was looking after you and after finding out the answer was no he offered,

Claiming it unsafe for a little to be roaming Hogwarts without supervision of some kind.

It had been months since then and Snape had become your caregiver. He was amazing at it. Considering he seemed so strict it was shocking to find out that he had a caring side too.

Exams were rapidly approaching and there had been no time for you recently to regress, studying in any free time you had.

You were now sitting at your desk in potions, leg bouncing, biting your nails anxiously.

You wanted nothing more than to be small right now. To go over to Snape and ask for a hug.

Once again Snape was observant and didn't take long for him to realise that you had slipped. Clearly not intentionly. That wasn't the issue though, the issue lied in you currently trying to carry on with the lesson. You were using dangerous things whilst little.

Snape decided that you could be doing that so he stood at the front of the classroom, gaining everyone's attention.

"Since so many of you are getting this wrong I will do an example."

Everyone was confused, Professor Snape never did examples.

He went to stand by you and took the ingredients from your hand mumbling at you to sit down a seat over so he could stand where you were. You nodded and Snape proceeded to do the Potion.

Everyone got back to their places and continued there own potions as Snape turned to you.

"Please stay after class.."

Class ended shortly after and you approached Snapes desk.

"Are you okay?" Was the first thing he asked.

You nodded carefully, not making eye contact.

"We spoke about this didn't we. I told you if you were little you could not do potions. Its dangerous."

You nodded again.

He carefully pulled you into a hug, noticing you were tearing up.

"... your not in trouble kiddo. You need to understand that you could of got hurt, okay?"

"Y-yea"

"Okay. Well your too small to go to your next class, I will tell your next professor. You will stay here and you can do some colouring for now, yes?" He spoke.

"Okay!!"

And with that you spent the rest of the evening up until dinner in Snapes classroom colouring whilst he graded work.

[littlestingray2]

A Day Off

A quick little scenario of what the team does on a day off.

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Scout raced through the main area of the base, chasing after a ball Engineer had thrown. They were playing catch. The game was oddly sentimental the first few times for 2 large reasons. 1. He'd never played with a father figure before. Unless you count his big brothers, but he knew they weren't his dad. Speaking of, the second large reason was he'd only ever played with his brother and friends back home. He missed home. Now, though, as they played, Scout felt better than ever. Today was an off day, something to do with the other team's Spy having off base 'business' to attend to. He was too small to care.

Pyro and Snipper were playing tug a rope with their hands in the corner. Sniper had tried multiple times to play with his teeth, but Medic put a stop to it the minute it started. Medic always said, "You'll hurt your teeth, pup.". Sniper still tried to tug with his teeth occasionally. Demo and Soldier were playing with Soldier's blocks and toy soldiers. Heavy was reading a book and chatting quietly with Spy. Things were peaceful for once.

Spy and Engineer slipped away eventually to grab some lunch for everyone. Scout, without a caregiver to play catch with, joined soilder to play blocks. Demo took his chance to grab a drink of water. Sniper took a break for water, too. Pyro, feeling warm from all the playing, sat on the floor to cool off.

"Lunch!" Engineer cheered. He wasn't surprised to see that the kiddos' day of playing had left them a little worn out. Spy checked his watch and confirmed that it was about nap time for the younger ones. Scout and Sniper were a bit older than Soilder and Pyro today. It wasn't unusual that Sniper was a bit older, but it was a little odd for Scout not to be as young as he normally is.

Sniper and Scout each got 1 sandwich, 4 strawberries, an orange, and a sippy cup full of juice. Except Sniper really got 2 oranges, and Scout got double the amount of strawberries. They traded because Sniper doesn't care for strawberries. Soldier and Pyro got sliced banana, blueberry yogurt, cheese puffs, and some shredded turkey. The younger ones also got a bottle of milk. Pyro like caramel and Soilder liked plain.

Engineer fed Pyro in a separate room for Pyro's privacy, of course. Pyro still didn't eat around anyone the other yet. They didn't think he ever would. Nobody minded, though. They made accommodations where they could. The only person who could feed Pyro was Engineer. Sometimes, it made Scout a little jealous, but one of the other caregivers swooped in to feed him. Today, though, Scout fed himself.

After meal time, the regressors were settled down for a nap. Each one of them was tucked in and cozy. Engineer was reading the story while Heavy rocked Scout gently. Medic was washing Snipers chewy (he dropped it on the floor) so he could nap with it. LT. Bites was cuddled into Soldier's side. Pyro was spread out with his many stuffed unicorns. As the regressors drifted to sleep, everything was calm. They all loved days off.

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[starvember]

cg!mags and little!finnick

context: post 65th games, finnick is implied to be a teenager, some canon non compliance (mags can talk), mags real name is magnolia and finnick calls her 'mags' instead — earning her the nickname.

it had been a long day. a long two, maybe three days. finnick had stopped counting when he sat there bleary eyed and unable to sleep. the icky feeling had started when he woke up from a nightmare and he couldn't fall back asleep. it only worsened when the sun came up, only to set again without him so much as moving from the bed.

he didn't know what time it was, but he did know that he can't sit with the ickyness anymore. there's no one in district four who'd understand except for his mentor. it takes him a few minutes to make it to her house, and he realizes he feels small. like he's not exactly in his own body, but too aware of it at the same time.

he clutches the shark to his chest and knocks. he's about to go home when the door opens, revealing his mentor.

"everything okay, finnick?" she asks softly, taking in the sight of him. messy hair, half opened eyes, and a small frown tugging his lips. "not sleeping, huh? come in, baby."

finnick eyes the inside of her house wearily, but allows her to guide him inside. her touch is gentle. her words comforting. he can't help but relax.

"do you want to tell me about it?"

finnick looked up at her, mind starting to run with the icky feeling. its so much easier to tear up in front of her. time seems to catch up, and his lip is wobbling as he says, "mags-"

she doesn't know whats more surprising — the fact finnick hadn't called her magnolia or the fact he was terrified and about to cry.

"we don't have to talk about it, finn." mags promises, setting her hand down on his shoulder. finnick visibly relaxes. "you need some sleep, baby, let's go sit down."

finnick clutches the sleeve of mags robe, trailing behind her with small steps. she leads him through her house and to the spare bedroom on the first floor. big comfy bed with a white blanket. he just wants to sink into it and sleep.

but he doesn't want mags to leave him. he grips the sleeve tighter and tugs, shaking his head. "stay. please, mags? you stay?"

"just until you fall asleep, okay, sweetheart? you need sleep, and you won't sleep well if im in here bothering you."

finnick wants to insist that mags staying wouldn't bother him. it'd help him sleep better. but, finnick can't find the words to do so, and instead nods.

mags pulls the covers back and lets finnick slide in. she kisses the top of his head, then his shark's, and tucks the blanket all around him. before finnick can protest, mags is sitting next to him. her presence forces the icky knots to unravel and grounds him in the present.

"g'nite, mags," finnick mumbles, stifling a yawn. he shifts, and leans into her side, curling up next to her with his shark clutched to his chest.

"good night, finnick. sleep tight." mags whispers, wrapping her arm around him. "i won't let the bedbugs bite."