#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]

#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]

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?

Icky feelings🍼💖 - Sometimes emotions just can't be explained but yet they're still felt.

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!)

[bringmeanangel]

Little Flower

A/N: This was requested by an anon "there was a fic you wrote where spencer and reader use a paci and she wants him to help her feel little, could you maybe do another like that but go more into the little space thing?" I sure can! Thank you for your ask. This fic does involve age regression. If it's not your thing, that's cool. It's a coping mechanism that many use. Pairing: Spencer Reid and reader Tags: age regression, comfort, caregiver Spencer Reid. established relationship. pacifier, comfort ideas. blankies, toys. Soft Spencer. little reader. BAU reader Summery: After a long day, Spencer notices near the end of work that you really need to regress.

Spencer looked over at your desk when he saw you rub your eye with the back of your hand, with a small pout on your lips. He smiled softly to himself.

It had been a long day. The team had a relatively easy case considering, however it was all the paperwork that took up time.

Spencer grabbed his satchel and came over to your desk, rubbing his hand on your back. He noticed you open your mouth a bit then shut it, letting out a sigh.

He smiled softly, knowing what you want. He lightly scratched his fingertips up and down your neck, feeling you relax.

"Come on, baby. Let's get you home" he whispered and you nodded.

Spencer helped you up, grabbing your bag and wrapping a hand around your waist to guide you. You rested your head against his chest, letting out a very quiet whimper.

The two of you walked to the elevator and made your way to the garage. Once you got to the SUV, he opened the door and you got in. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him close.

"It's been such a long day, hasn't it little one?" he asked and you nodded. "Yeah. Let's get you home." he soothed.

Spencer lightly moved your hands from his waist, causing you to fuss a bit. You were regressing fast. He reached into his bag and grabbed the pacifier he carried with him.

"Shhh. It's okay. Here we go."

He brushed the pacifier and watched as your eyes lit up, as you accepted it. He cupped your cheek with one hand and placed his hand his other hand on your hip.

You gently soothed yourself on your pacifier, smiling behind it, looking up at him. Spencer softly smiled at you, before leaning forward and placing a delicate kiss on your forehead.

Spencer grabbed your seatbelt and buckled you up, placing one last kiss on your forehead before getting into the driver seat.

Once you were home, Spencer lifted you into his arms and carried you inside. Your face tucked securely agaisnt him, so no one could see your pacifier, though no one was around. "Here we are, little one. Here. Home, safe and sound." he soothed, rubbing a hand up and down your back.

"Mmmm" you hummed happily.

Spencer carried you to your shared room and laid you down on the bed. He placed his bag down and shrugged his sweater off. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked your hair.

"Hey, baby. I'm going to get you all cozy and then we can snuggle."

Spencer opened the drawer and grabbed your floral sweatshirt, leggings and fuzzy socks. He reached over and stroked your cheek.

"Do you know how cute you are?" he asked and you giggled.

He stood up and helped you get changed. Once you were dressed, he carried you to the living room and sat you on his lap, holding you tight and rubbing a hand up and down your back.

You nuzzled agaisnt his chest and he looked down at you, cooing slightly. Spencer reached over and grabbed your plush watering can toy and pulled out the flowers that were rattles and the butterfly the crinkled.

"Here you go, little one."

You picked up the flower and smiled behind the pacifier, rubbing the soft material agaisnt your nose. Spencer picked up the other flower.

This was the most relaxed he had seen you in a long time. The two of you strayed like this for a while until your stomach grumbled.

Spencer lightly chuckled and you looked up at him, blushing

"Hmmm. How about some nuggets and mac and cheese? How does that sound?" you giggled and nodded.

"Okay, my little flower. Let's go. "

[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.

[elvisbdoll]

Masterlist

sadness, angst. fluff, cute, sfw. smuttttt, nsfw, normal? I guess, little space

𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻 : 50!elvis x Black!OC In the 1950s, a forbidden love blossoms between Elvis Presley and a young Black woman, but racism and segregation force them apart. As Elvis is sent to Germany, promises of reunion fade amid growing fame, leaving her alone to face police brutality and heartbreak. Torn between love and reality, she’s left to wonder if their connection could ever survive a divided world.

Sharp Shooter: 70s!Elvis x Woman!OC it’s 1974, Elvis had bought a new gun, and he teaches you how to shoot it.

Ebb and flow: 70s!ElvisXBlack!OC Elvis and the reader share a quiet evening, discussing the significance of their numerology numbers—8 and 13. As they connect over their meanings.

tea party: 69s!ElvisXBlack!OC It was a quiet afternoon in 1969, the kind of day where the world seemed to slow down just enough to breathe. Elvis, fresh off his comeback and riding high on success, found himself at home in Graceland, far from the flashing lights and roaring crowds. But today wasn’t about music or fame—it was about her. She’d been in her little space all morning, her soft voice and shy smiles tugging at his heart. When she asked him to join her for a tea party, complete with plushies and a handmade crown, Elvis couldn’t say no. After all, even a king deserves a day off to play.

Wrapping gifts : 70!ElvisXBlack!OC Elvis tried to help out wrapping some gifts, but ended up making a mess, you decided to help him out.

Honey, Honey: 70s!ElvisXBlack!OC While listening to ABBA’s Honey, Honey, you give Elvis a playful, teasing performance with a hairbrush as your microphone, swaying and singing just to get a rise out of him.

Happy birthday, Daddy! : 1977s!ElvisXBlack!OC On Elvis’s birthday, January 8, 1976, his wife and their kids, Elias (9) and Melody (8), surprise him with breakfast in bed. They bring pancakes, bacon, and eggs, along with a handmade card and flowers.

A night in Tupelo: 1950s!ElvisXBlack!OC On a sultry night in Tupelo, August 12, 1954, a chance meeting with a rising Elvis Presley ignites a forbidden connection, testing the boundaries between desire and discretion in a world that’s always watching.

Emotions : 1968s!ElvisXAngela!Black!OC In 1968, Angela, a pregnant Black woman, and Elvis Presley struggle with the pressures of parenthood and his comeback special. Through arguments and doubt, they find strength in each other as they prepare for their baby.

Be mine, always: 1977s!elvisxblack!reader On Valentine’s Day in 1977, Elvis struggles with his declining health and fame but finds comfort in his love for you. He gives you a locket engraved “Be Mine, Always,” a heartfelt reminder that no matter what, his heart is yours forever.

REQUESTS

The One in the Polka-Dot Dress (50s!elvis)

Bridge Over Troubled Water (60s!Elvis)

Series:

The Mystery in Memphis: 50s!elvis Elvis stumbles upon a hidden journal in a pawn shop. The journal contains cryptic entries from someone warning about an event that could change history. As he deciphers the clues, Elvis becomes embroiled in a web of secrets, danger, and a conspiracy threatening the people he loves.

Velvet chains Elvis Presley wasn’t just a man; he was a force—magnetic, unpredictable, and dangerous. Camille felt it the moment his piercing blue eyes landed on her, burning through the smoky room like a warning. His charm was intoxicating, but beneath it lay something darker: jealousy, obsession, and a temper fueled by the pills that kept him going. She knew she should walk away, but Elvis wasn’t the kind of man who let go of what he wanted. And he wanted her.

COMING SOON!

From Memphis to the Caribbean: In 1975, Elvis Presley meets Lena Rosario, a strong-willed Dominican woman, during his world tour. As they connect over music and their differences, an unexpected romance begins to blossom in the heart of Santo Domingo.

[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]

Caregiver Burnout

Summary: After taking care of Luz for a while, Amity starts to get caregiver burnout. She's in desperate need of some little time but doesn't want to make Luz feel bad. So Em sets up a plan to help her out, involving a mama owl lady

Amity couldn’t wait until school ended for the day. The whole week has been insanely stressful. There were so many tests and assignments, her anxiety acted up and almost made her puke in class, Boscha was being a bitch as usual, and sleep was becoming very hard. Luz had also been feeling very little lately due to stuff at human school and needed someone to look after her since her mom was working a lot. So Amity would help her regress through texting. Not like the tamagotchi stuff. Like actual texting. Alador had managed to connect Luz’s phone to the scroll servers so that they could still talk.

She was just really hoping that she could relax today. It was Friday and no teachers gave her homework and she had no plans after school. So she was pretty happy on her walk home. But then she got a text from Luz.

‘Hey, Sorry to ask again, but can you just chat with me while I regress?’ 

Amity really wanted to say no. She was so exhausted and hadn't regressed in a month. But even the thought of saying no to Luz was impossible. She just couldn’t say no. Even though Luz had told her that it was fine if she was getting caregiver burnout, Amity refused to say no whenever she asked. She had only been online caregiving for luz every other day for a week and a half! There's no way she should be getting burnout already. She was just being weak and a bad girlfriend.

‘Yeah, of course, hun,’ She quickly texted back. 

On her walk to her house, she chatted with Luz as she regressed. She desperately just wanted to put her scroll away and never look at it again, but then Luz would feel abandoned. She hadn’t even realized she started spiraling a little and zoning out until Luz called her and her ringtone went off.

“Yes, Luz?” She picked up the phone

“Mama, you stopped texting… you otay?” Luz asked. Amity chewed her lip, contemplating whether to tell her the truth or not. She really wanted to, but it would make Luz feel like a burden. She couldn’t let Luz down like that. The kids at her human school were already making her feel like a burden and a bad person. Amity wasn’t going to add to that.

“I’m…okay, sweetie. Sorry, I just uh, walked into an area with a bad signal,” She said, trying to sound upbeat, “Why don’t you tell me your Azura headcanons again?”

Amity continued to walk home and talk with Luz while she did so. When she stepped into into the manor, Em saw how exhausted she looked when she walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple-blood Energy drink. However, since she was on the phone, Em didn’t say anything. It would be rude to interrupt a phone call.She would just have a talk with her little sister later.

After dinner, Em walked into Amity’s room. She was reading a book in bed and had her scroll next to her. The elder blight sat down on the bed.

“Hey, sweetie, can you put down the book?” She spoke to her in a soft voice. Amity sighed and set it down.

“Your stress levels have been high again, Mittens,” Em stated instead of asked. All of the signs were there. She saw through them very easily. There was no need to ask if they were high.

“N-No they’re not,” She rebutted.

“Yes, they are. I see you taking nausea vials to school, you haven’t been sleeping right, and you had a borderline anxiety attack the other day. Not to mention that you’ve wet the bed 2 times this week.” Em declared. She saw Amity’s face go bright red at the mention of her accidents, but didn’t care. She needed to hear it.

“It’s fine, Em. I can handle it. I’ll take naps and stop bringing the nausea stuff,” Amity said.

“Is this because you’ve been caring for Luz lately?” Emira asked. She knew that caregiving could be quite taxing. But Amity was a little. She wasn’t used to taking care of people.

“Just get out! I’m fine!” Amity bellowed, face growing red with anger, but didn’t touch her ears. Yup, that confirmed it. Whenever Amity raised her voice or everything but her ears went red, it usually meant whatever she asked, was the answer. 

Emira, not wanting to upset her little sis further, sighed and got up, walking towards her own room. She pulled out her scroll and made a few calls.

The next day, after getting 4 hours of sleep, Amity woke up to Em knocking on her door and entering.

“Morning Mittens! Luz wants you at the owl house and I gotta pick up my new BGC shirt from Eda, so I’ll be walking with you,” She said.

Amity groaned a little, wanting to get some more sleep, but seeing as it was 10 am, she knew she had to get up. After getting changed and eating some breakfast, she saw Em at the door, with a backpack, waiting for her.

“Umm, what's with the bag?” Amity asked, grabbing Ghost.

“It’s just some shirts Eda tried getting me to sell. No one wanted Bad girl Coven branded jorts so I’m giving them back to her,” Em explained.

Amity just shrugged, not thinking anything of it and they started to fly towards the owl house. It was pretty chilly out since it was getting close to fall but luckily the fly wasn’t too long. Once they landed, Eda opened the door.

“Ah, there’s the Blights.” Eda said. She saw Em carrying the bag and stepped towards her.

“Hey, you need a hand?” She took off her prosthetic arm and waved it in her face with a bright grin. Em gave her a look.

“Alright, alright. I get it, it’s corny.” Eda popped her hand back on. Even though she loved her hook, she had a feeling it could be a little dangerous for what they were doing. Besides, the prosthetic was fine. She just had some troubles moving the fingers, but Alador was working on it. He was the one that designed it.

Once everyone was inside, Hooty closed the door and Em placed the bag on the couch.

“Where’s Luz?” Amity asked, realizing she wasn’t there.

“Ah, she won’t be here. She’s helping her mom out at the clinic,” The owl lady said.

“What? Then why am I here?” Amity was utterly confused.

“Because you are gonna have some little time and relax,” Em explained.

“But I don’t need t-”

“Nope! I ain’t hearing it. Your sister explained what was happening and even Luz called me to make sure you were okay.” Eda started. Em suddenly opened the bag, and inside were her two favorite stuffies, her bottle, her paci, and 3 disposable nappies. 

“Come on, kid. You haven’t regressed in a month. You need some little time,” Eda placed her real hand on Amity’s shoulder.

“B-but what if Luz regresses?! I need to be there for her,” Amity urged

“Luz will be with her mom today, she’ll be fine.” Em reassured her. 

Even though Amity felt horrible for “making” Eda care for her, she really needed some little time. She was so tired and stressed out. She hesitated before reluctantly agreeing to regress.

“Alright, well, your big sissy needs to go now, she has a date to get ready for. Go say goodbye, kiddo,” 

Amity stepped away for a moment to go give Emira a hug. 

“I’ll pick you up before dinner, okay?” She told her baby sis. The little one nodded and watched her big sibby fly away on her palisman.

Once she and Eda were alone, Eda placed her paci in and started to help her get changed. It was clear that Amity had gone full baby mood. After all the stress and exhaustion, it made sense. She was babbling softly and drooling a little.

“Alright, baby, first things first, you’re gonna take a nap,” Eda told her, setting out the naptime mat. However, Amity whined when she was laid down. 

“You don’t wanna go nini?” she asked. But Amity shook her head. She was really eepy and wanted to sleep.

“Then what’s wrong?” 

It was hard for her to speak so instead of verbalizing her wants, she showed her with her stuffy that she wanted cuddles.

“Ohh, the baby wants cuddles?” Amity nodded. Eda picked her back up and got blankets and pillows set up on the couch. She laid down with the anxiety-ridden girl in her lap. 

As they cuddled, Amity’s eyes slowly started to droop and she drifted off to sleep. Not wanting to bother the girl, Eda sat there the whole time, rubbing the girls back and playing with her hair. She didn’t care that her legs were asleep. The girl needed sleep and by golly, she was gonna help her sleep.

After 2 hours, Amity started to wake up from her nap. Eda didn’t notice as she, herself, wasn’t conscious anymore. So she tried to crawl off to not disturb her sleeping babysitter. However, as she was trying to crawl off, she took a tumblr to the floor. It didn’t hurt, but it really scared her. Being off balance was horrifying to such a small baby. She felt the urge to cry, so she did. She bawled, sitting on the floor of the living room. 

Eda immediately woke up and saw the baby on the floor, crying. Her immediate reaction was to curse before picking her up, but she knew better than to curse in front of literal infants. Instead, she picked her up and started rocking and cradling her.

“Shh, it’s okay, mittens. Did you fall off?” She asked the baby. Amity nodded and snuggled up close, calming down quickly. Eda smiled and continued to hold her.

For the rest of the day, Eda watched over Amity. She was very patient and gentle with her. No loud noises, no over-stimulating activities. Everything was made to help her relax. She had a little trouble with drinking her milk and required some help but it was okay. Eda was more than happy to help out. Besides, she was Mama Eda, the Owl Lady, the most powerful and protective Caregiver on the boiling isles.

[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 :)

[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.

[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

[aew-kun-age-regression]

I have a Harry Potter agere idea!!!

Well, technically it's in the marauders era

Cg!Remus or Cg!Sirius (or both, whichever you prefer) with a regressed!reader, who wants to pet literally ANYTHING.

A very poisonous snake, that could kill you if it bites? Reader wants to pet it, while Remus/Sirius is having a heart attack and keeps reader away.

Remus in wolf form? Pet him.

Sirius in his dog form? Pet him.

Just some fluff/crack🙈

I love this idea, it is a hilarious idea! I hope I've done this idea justice! Apologies it's so short and that there's no dialogue, every time I tried to add some it felt weird, like it shouldn't be there. So I just stuck to description for this one 😅

Pairings: Caregiver!Sirius Black, Caregiver!Remus Lupin x Little!Reader

Summary: You have no sense of what animals are dangerous and which are not, good thing your wonderful caregivers are there.

Warnings: Mentions of Remus being a Wolf and Sirius being an animagus. Mentions of *the* prank. Mentions of little being around dangerous animals.

(Gender Neutral Reader)

‼️THIS IS NOT NSFW‼️

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It wasn't uncommon for you to find random animals within the castle and befriend them however whilst regressed you had a habit to forget how dangerous some animals were. Your poor caregivers Sirius and Remus have nearly had many heart attacks due to finding you holding random animals. The most recent one had been a snake, you'd learnt about it briefly in one of your lessons, not that you could remember which one. You couldn't even remember the snake that was currently happily sitting in your hands was deadly. Remus ended up carefully taking the snake from your hands whilst Sirius took you to wash your hands, but it was safe to say that both boys were shocked at how you were not injured by any animals that you had befriended in your time at Hogwarts.

Well that was until you had found out that Sirius was an animagus and Remus was a wolf. They'd noticed that they felt strangely safe and calm around you.

Remus had noticed first. In fact it was during the prank that he noticed. It had all gone wrong, you were supposed to be asleep but you had decided you wanted to go for a walk around outside the castle. You'd wandered too far and had ended up in front of Remus, who was a wolf. Surprisingly Remus had calmed down. No one knew how you did it but it sure made that time of the month a lot more bearable when Remus had a way to calm down.

Sirius had also noticed it. He and the other marauders had got in trouble and therefore weren't allowed to go to Hogsmead. Sirius snuck out anyways whilst the others stayed so he could make sure you were okay. He decided (so he didn't get caught) to go in dog form. Within 20 minutes of following you you had noticed him, not yet knowing it was Sirius. You approached him and let the 'unknown' dog come to you. He went towards you, feeling calm as you stretched your arm out to lightly pet his head.

Neither Sirius nor Remus could ever figure out why you had this calming effect on animals but what they did know is that they believed you truly were the sweetest. Most animals seemed to agree too...

[nightfang22]

Patrick's Princess Chapter Three

A/N:Thank you so so much to everyone who's been enjoying this little series of mine!I will admit it's a bit self indulgent.I wanted to write something for the more uncommon age regressors I've met.I am well aware that not everyone age regresses and not everyone understands it so I understand if this fic is not for you.That is absolutely fine!While there will be sexual content in this series at some point in time it will absolutely NOT be during a regressed period for the reader character as I'm not comfortable with that kind of thing at all.Also in reference to the specific autistic behaviors I've written for this reader,they are based upon my own personal autistic experiences so it's good to keep in mind that while not all autistic people experience these traits,I do and there are plenty of others who do.They are completely valid and if you don't like this sort of thing just scroll away!Thank you for reading this note and I hope you continue to enjoy the series even though it's been on a serious hiatus for a good long while!Enjoy!

Warnings:Patrick is a warning on his own,fire,autistic meltdowns,slight atypical stockholm syndrome

Pairing:Patrick Hockstetter x autistic!little!Reader

Word Count:1.1k

 I could smell the soft scent of mint and Jolt Cola on his breath as it fanned across my cheek. His hand brushed through my (h/l)(h/c) hair as the other pulled me closer to him by my waist. "All mine~", he whispered into my hair as he inhaled my scent. I felt this funny bubbly feeling in the pit of my stomach and I felt shocks go through my spine when he shifted me in his lap. We lay up against a tree as the sun set. We had spent the entire day at that little tree in the woods and I had never felt so safe in my life. Even though my brother was most certainly going to be pissed that I ditched and I was probably going to be grounded for the rest of eternity, at that moment I didn't particularly care. I had come back out of my littlespace a good while ago but I could find myself able to leave his arms. I was curled up, straddling Patrick's lap as he held me there pulling me closer every so often as though we could get any more humanly close. I could feel the rough denim of his jeans on my thighs and the soft cotton of his t-shirt in my fingertips as I clutch it for dear life. Patrick had previously taken off his flannel and wrapped it around me, muttering something about my outfit 'drawing too much attention'. I was too deeply engrossed in this bubbly feeling to understand or analyze so I just let him. I liked the feeling of the heavy flannel fabric on my shoulders and the musky smell of his cologne too much to oppose. I simply curled closer into him, resting my head between his shoulder and his jawline. I mindlessly kissed his neck as I ran a hand through his hair. It was a tad greasy but otherwise very soft and smelled of dandruff shampoo. I mindlessly lay kisses across his neck and jawline from where my head rested on his shoulder. I felt his fingertips dig into my skin a little then as he entangled his hand in my hair and gave it a small tug. Not too rough, just enough to grab my attention and make me look at him. His eyes were an electrifying pale blue. Like someone tried to paint the color but had no true concept of what it was really supposed to look like so it just came out to a very silvery periwinkle. "What do you think you're doin', doll?" His words finally drew my line of sight away from his eyes and to his lips instead. They were curved in this beautifully mischievous grin. Almost like a predatory raptor looking at its next meal. The next tug that came on my hair was much more harsh, forcing my line of sight back to his eyes. This time, however, I seemed to have sobered from this intoxicating feeling and come back to earth. Wherever I was before, I'm not quite sure now. I looked around at my surroundings and glanced at my watch. I jumped up out of Patrick's lap and made a beeline for my bike. It's almost 7! (B/n) is going to kill me! I searched my pockets and my bag over and over again, hoping I hadn't lost my keys. I spin around on my heels when I hear keys jingling behind me only to see Patrick shaking them in his hand with his other in his back pocket. "Thought you were gonna get away that easy, princess? You should know better," he paused coming right up in my ear, "than to run away from Daddy." There was this gravel to his voice on the last word. Almost animal like.

I bit down on my bottom lip,feeling anxiety control my gut now.I was in a new place with absolute no idea where I was or how to get home from here. I know I really should've been panicking much more than I was,screaming for help,something.Anything.But I just couldn't find it in myself to want to leave.In my mind I knew that there would be consequences to all of this later.But that's just when they'd come.Later.And right now,all I wanted was to be right where I was.Somewhere in the middle of an unfamiliar forest with Patrick.I liked the way he made me feel and I loved the way he talked to me.Like I was the best thing he'd ever seen but also like I didn't have a brain at the same time.I wasn't even really sure how that was possible but he pulled it off so well that I couldn't find it in myself to care really.I looked up at him with a shy look on my face,my cheeks tinged a soft pink.I nodded,my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes,Sir.I'm sorry."

The smirk on his face was downright sinful as his eyes roved up and down my frame,drinking me in with his eyes.He placed his finger under my chin and tilted my head up to look up at him.I had never really realized just how much taller he was than me until now.And fuck was he tall.I kept my eyes focused on the spot between his.I couldn't bear making complete eye contact with him right now.Not with as overwhelmed as I was.The smirk on his face slowly turned into a cheshire grin.Malicious and intriguing at the same time.

"You're good at taking orders.I like that."

An odd feeling swelled in my chest.Pride,maybe?Whatever it was,I liked it.A lot.I felt a small smile grace my features as I nodded. "Only for the right people." My voice was a ghost of a whisper.His hand traveled quickly from my chin to my throat,squeezing it.Almost like a warning. "Only for me,got it?" My eyes were wide.They felt like they were going to pop out of my skull but I couldn't find it in myself to disagree with him.There was something about him that just made me want to listen,to obey.I nodded but he squeezed harder. "Yes what?" I took a shallow breath as I looked up at him. "Yes,Sir." MY voice was shaky and strangled with his hand around my neck but I was strangely okay with it. He released my throat and I took a gasping breath in,finding that I missed the pressure of his hands.My skin felt itchy and crawly without it.In that moment I had decided,against my better judgement maybe but I would do anything to keep Patrick's hands on me.