#nighttime caregiver

[bunnelbaby]

✨🧸 Nighttime Caregiver/Carer Noctem and Daytime Caregiver/Carer Diem flags for caregivers who look after kiddos and critters during the night or during the day (please reblog if you save)! 🧸✨

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[dearybuneary]

ೀ Caregiver and Nighttime Caregiver Nyx icons as a gift for @ember-owlet (please reblog if you save)! ೀ

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[babybugscave]

[caregivingchrysalises]

are you tired angel, hmm? oh my little star you can let it all out lovebug. you had such a long day didn't you dove? yeah, but your heart doesn't want to go to bed, i know precious, papa knows falling asleep can be tricky hun, but we're in this together dewdrop, and papa promises the more rest we get tonight, the more adventures we can explore tomorrow, how does that sound my love? is there anything papa can do to help zer dove fall asleep? show/say it my little star and it’d be papa’s honor to make your wishes come true sweet thing. now then, let’s try to fly off to dreamland shall we? i know there’s lots of magical moments waiting for us in the morning,, i can’t wait to greet another day with you lovebug! rest well little one, you did so well today.

{masc terms for a genderfluid carer}

~my overly sweetened cup of peppermint tea and i wish you a good night, atala

[maplebellsmods]

Expanded Storytelling Relationship Bits Mod: 2

Ok..more storytelling and relationship options for your sims! 

(Really tried my best to push this out before the end of Jan) 😮‍💨

If you want more info about the mod check this page out: Expanded Storytelling Relationship Bits Mod 

This time around created more relationship bits. Here they are

I wanted to try something new this time, which is why it took me so much time. I'll get into it later.

But there are a few new things I have added and changed from the previous one. First off, there are more interactions available: social interactions, phone interactions, and rabbit hole interactions.

Each one of these interactions corresponds to a specific relationship bit.

Healing Touch: 'Plan Relaxing Activities Together,' 'Offer Comfort through Hugs and Physical Touch.'

Wisdom Seekers: 'Ask Questions about the Universe.'

Unbreakable Connection: 'Celebrate Anniversary of Enduring Connection,' 'Promise Everlasting Friendship' (Only available pre-promise).

I do need to note that, just like the other mod, many of these are cosmetic and don't have a full effect yet. (Emphasis on 'yet,' as I will slowly but surely make these more functional.)

If your Sims have the Wisdom Seeker, Tech-Savvy Partners, or Night Owl Companions relationship bits, some interactions will unlock on the phone:

Wisdom Seeker: Study Together at the Library 

Tech-Savvy Partners: Send Tech News 

Night Owl Companions: Night Time Activities Menu 

(Regarding nighttime activities, I haven't found a workaround for this issue yet. However, here's a temporary solution: When selecting an activity for the two Sims who have the rabbit, choose the Sim you want to go with first, and then select yourself again using the same option. I'm not sure why this happens, but it can be a bit inconvenient. I'll work on making the process more streamlined in the future, but for now, this is how you can get them to go to the same activity.)

The new feature I've been working on, which I'm quite excited about, involves social interactions. I've always felt that many social interactions lacked depth and context. So, what I'm currently working on is creating social interactions to fill that gap

One of these interactions is 'Provide Emotional Support,' which is available for Sims with the 'Healing Touch' relationship.

In this interaction, your Sim will be presented with several options when they are feeling sad. Your Sim can choose from these options to express why they are feeling sad. Once they make a selection, the other Sim will ask for more context, leading to the exchange of contextual advice and reassurance.

I've also developed another social interaction, 'Try to Confess Feelings,' which is available for Sims experiencing 'Unrequited Love.

Attempting to confess your feelings will lead to various outcomes depending on the option you choose. In this interaction, the Sim who hears the confession will have several response options available.

The choice made by the listening Sim will have an impact on their relationship, both romantically and platonically. Some response options may harm the relationship more than others.

The way the Sim responds through the animation doesn't affect the outcome. I've designed it this way to leave the choice entirely in the player's hands. However, unless both Sims are in a flirty mood and have a high friendship level, the Sim who hears the confession will always use the rejection animation. Nevertheless, this animation choice doesn't alter the outcome.

The social interaction 'Forbid Relationship With' can be used either before or after designating two Sims as star-crossed lovers. Some of the options will even add the 'star-crossed lovers' relationship bit to the two Sims (if they didn't have it), while others will remove it (if they did have it).

The interaction can be found under the Mean -- Arguments Pie Menu Category. Only a parent, grandparent, uncle, or caregiver can trigger the interaction. 

Depending on the chosen options, the relationship can either suffer a negative or experience a positive impact. While all of the options will influence the relationship, certain responses will have a significantly greater effect on it than others.

These are all the main points! I hope you all enjoy this new feature because I'm eager to create more! There will be additional interactions and other things I'll be adding to this mod. I'm constantly learning new things, and it's truly enjoyable to implement them!

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Public Feb 24

[alex-thegendertheif]

CAREGIVER ANXIETY HEADCANNONS🧡

yall thank you so much for liking my last headcannons 🫶

- Literally the most prepared caregiver, like if yall are going to the park she has snacks, first aid, paci, etc

- very protective

- she makes the best origami for you

- will absolutely have a tea party with you and your plushies

- has the best nighttime storys for you

- always prepared to kiss any boo boos

- always will have your back

- she will give you cute spanish nicknames, like gordi, cariño, muñequita, nena, bebé, papito/mamita, angelito

- 1 tickler

- she will incorporate orete some spanish when talking



- very cariñosa (idk this word in English so im so sorry, english is not my first language)

[caregiverlad]

Hewwo! I’m a newer follower and I wanna know if you’d do more Captian Price caregiver HC’s? No rush <3

(Also I’d like to be called 🦈 please)

Cg Captain Price Headcanons (Pt. 2)

Part One

Nighttime Routines with the cap always go smooth. he knows exactly how to get you fed, in the bath, and in your pjs as efficiently as possible. The only other person he trusts to get you to bed is Simon.

We already know he’s the best at carrying you on his hip, but imagine this: him letting you dangle off his arm as he just goes about his day. he doesn’t need his arm anyways.

You and him snuggled up on the couch watching scary movies (don’t worry, he’ll cover your ears at the loud parts, and let you hide into his side at the super scary parts)

He’d absolutely adore you being his lil puppy. (if you do a trick, he’ll put a gold star sticker on your forehead)

speaking of gold stars, he definitely has a rewards chart hung up in your room. for good behavior you get gold stars and eventually get treats!

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

The Floor Routine

Inspiration struck Erica while watching the Olympics cuddled up with Mads. Snug in her soggy nighttime diaper and favorite Winnie the Pooh two-piece pajama set, she stared up at her boyfriend. Erica had been living her best life since Mads had agreed to be her boyfriend and caregiver. Only one issue had cropped up.

As time went on, Erica could tell Mads was losing respect for her as an adult. That loss of respect was expected when someone was tasked with changing your messy diapers everyday, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. Erica still wanted to be seen as the sexy, intimidating, and mature woman Mads used to see her as, if only just occasionally.

That's where gymnastics came in. In high school, Erica had been a gymnast. However, like with many youthful endeavors, age, injury, time, and resources cut her gymnastic career short. But, the Olympics reminded Erica how strong, powerful, intimidating, and sexy the sport was.

Two days later, Erica stood just inside the door to her nursery, dressed in the sexiest leotard she could find, ready to surprise Mads.

"Are you ready, Daddy?" She called out flirtatiously.

"Yes, baby," Mads responded.

Erica stepped out from behind the door, revealing her sexy body wrapped in spandex that barely covered her naughty bits. Mads looked at her, appreciating the view. Erica grinned as his eyes lingered on her ass.

"Sweetie, you aren't even wearing a pull-up?! You're going to ruin your cute outfit!" Mads said.

Erica could have screamed. She almost did. She resisted though. Tonight, she was a big girl. She wasn't going to throw a tantrum. Instead, she walked up to her boyfriend and grabbed his crotch.

"I'm only worried about needing protection from this!" She said, kissing Mads as she stroked his cock through his pants.

After what Erica deemed an appropriately long make-out session, she pulled away.

"Are you ready to see some of my special skills, Daddy?" Erica asked huskily. Mads just grinned.

"Other than being the world's cutest pamper packer?" He asked, squeezing her mostly exposed ass.

Erica did stomp her foot at that.

"Daaaddddy!"

Mads tussled her hair before saying, "I know, baby, I'm sorry. Let me grab your diaper bag and we can go."

Erica huffed again, but knew from experience there was no getting Mads to go anywhere with her without her diaper bag.

The couple reached their destination in 20 minutes: the Little City Gymnastics Center. Erica led Mads into the building with all of the energy of a toddler dragging their caregiver into a toy store, excited to show off her moves and re-establish herself as a capable woman to her boyfriend.

Once inside, they were greeted by a beautiful, younger woman at the front desk. Her name tag identified her as Sammy. As Erica looked at her, a familiar sensation struck her stomach and bowels. Not concerned, Erica dismissed the feeling as butterflies.

Sammy spoke cheerily, "You must be Erica? You rented out the whole gym for an hour? Come this way, let's get you where you want to go!"

Sammy led the couple down a hallway and into the main gym. A large, springy floor for floor routine was surrounded by various other gymnastics apparatus, pads, and training devices. Erica's eyes went wide as she walked in, and the sensation she was calling butterflies intensified. It was beautiful.

"Here you go, have fun! I'll be in the corner if you need anything," Sammy said, grabbing her cellphone and leaning against a wall.

Erica grabbed Mads hand as she turned and looked at him seductively. "Are you ready to see how much of a 'big girl,' I can be?" She said as she dragged him towards the space for practicing floor routine in the center of the room. Erica didn't even notice her other hand subconsciously rubbing her stomach as she walked.

"Of course, baby," Mads said with a smile.

Erica moved to the center of the floor and prepared for her first move, a standing back flip. She hadn't done one since high school, but she was sure that didn't matter.

Making eye contact with Mads, Erica squatted down, threw her arms back, and launched. The world blurred for a moment before Erica realized she had screwed up.

Erica undershot her landing, leaving her feet splayed out behind her as she belly-flopped into the hard floor. Failing to land wasn't the worst thing to happen though. As she hit the floor, Erica lost control of the cramps she had chalked up to nerves. With a trumpeting sound, her bowels released themselves, forcing Erica to push out a lumpy brown mess into the back of her leotard.

Mads quickly ran to Erica's side, diaper bag in tow. "Oh, baby, did you have a little accident?" He said as he hugged her.

Erica couldn't form words. She just sobbed as she felt her mess squish in her leotard.

With deft hands, Mads quickly undressed and diapered Erica. Sammy also appeared, holding a new, much less sexy, pink leotard that looked suspiciously like an infant's onesie. Mads quickly dressed Erica in that as well.

Staring at Erica, now dressed in the pink onesie with a substantial diaper bulge at her waist, Sammy pressed her finger to her lips.

"You know, sweetie, I don't think this room's for you," she said, grabbing Erica's hand. She led the waddling woman out of the room and into another one, a gym clearly meant for a toddler tumbling class. "This place seems much more your speed!"

Erica blushed as Mads came up from behind her, placed his hand on the small of her back, urging her to go play. "Go on, little one, enjoy your time! Show Daddy what you can do!"

Erica toddled into the middle of the room and released her bladder, soaking her diaper in shame. Standing in the middle of the glorified daycare in a wet diaper and onesie, Erica knew she was precisely where she belonged.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This is my entry for a little, friendly competition with @baby-erica! I may have lost, but she is still the bigger baby.

[red-panda-agere]

The Regressors of HeartsLaybul

(!¡!Diaper/Pull-up mention!¡!)

ALSO!!!

TW!!!

Vent regression, panic attacks, PTSD, and childhood trauma are mentioned directly

Regressor! Riddle

Fussiest little baby you’ve ever met in your life/lh

He’s an itty bitty boy, never older than 2 and can regress all the way down to newborn.

Riddle didn’t really start regressing until after his overblot. He’d find himself wanting to indulge in childish habits, but never allowing himself to do so. It wasn’t until after the overblot, and Trey was constantly looking after him, refusing to leave his side, even offering to sleep in the floor of Riddle’s room if he didn’t want him in his bed. This soon evolved into Trey being regressed Riddle’s primary caregiver.

Almost always nonverbal/semi-verbal, but only because he’s too little to speak. He usually expresses himself through whines, giggles, whimpers, “mm”s, and tears. Yelling “Dada” is his favorite though.

When regressed, Riddle is very jumpy and sensitive. Che’nya especially had had to learn this the hard way, suddenly appearing infront of the little one or playing tricks when unaware Riddle was regressed, results in a very unhappy baby.

On occasion, Riddle finds himself vent regressed, which often results in panic attacks and intense meltdowns. The first time it happened, regressed Ace was nearby and had no idea what to do.

-They’d been playing just a few minutes ago, but Riddle seemed distracted and not all that into what they were doing. He seemed to be zoned out and ‘far away.’ He hadn’t realized he was zoning out, but as he did, he’d began to spiral, thinking far too much about his childhood, while also trying to stop feeling scared for being vulnerable. When Ace finally got his attention again, waving his hand infront of his face, Riddle began to softly cry, quickly derailing into hysterical and breathless sobs. Ace had frozen up, no idea what to do. He tried to imagine how he’d want someone to help him, and he began looking for Riddle’s favorite stuffie. When that didn’t work, he tried giving him his blankie, paci…nothing was working. As Ace began to panic himself, he heard the door open, and rushed over to where he saw Trey. “DADA HELP!” The ginger boy ran up to him, grabbing his hand and ushering him to the nursery. Trey followed the little one, almost immediately aware of Riddle’s sobs. Ace stood outside the nursery while Trey soothed his little one out of his panic attack, being one of the few who knows how to calm Riddle down when his PTSD affects him this much. “Da-da?” Riddle would croak out. “Shhh baby, shhhh. Dada’s gotcha little prince.” The red-head clung to him, burying himself in Trey’s shoulder, trying to fight off the memories of his mother, hiding in his safe space (Trey’s arms).

Riddle loves Angel’s Milk, especially in one of his many cute bottles that Trey and Cater got for him. He prefers to have it with honey, rather than sugar, and will NOT sleep without it, as it’s an important part of his nighttime routine. (Even when not regressed, he still likes to make some in a “big boy cup” for himself before bed. Although this is rare as Cater and Trey try to always give him, at least, a bit of “little time” every day. This often results in an hour of little Riddle before bedtime, allowing for them to do the bedtime routine with the little prince.) Strawberry milk is favorite, but Angel’s Milk is the most important part of his nightly routine.

Of all the regressors in HeartsLaybul, Riddle is the most likely to throw a tantrum. The worst part is that he’s not good with words and is usually only semi-verbal, so Cater and Trey are just left trying to guess what’s upset the little one.

Enjoys puzzle games, but much prefers games and activities that don’t require too much thought, especially pretend or any games with Trey and Che’nya.

Loves playing with the hedgehogs and flamingos, especially his horse Vorpal. Trey or Cater are usually there to help.

He’s very shy about it, and will only let Trey and, very rarely, Cater help change him. Ace teased him about wearing diapers ONCE and Riddle refused to regress or play around him for over a month, even after Ace apologized multiple times. Cater sat Ace down initially after the incident and explained to little Ace that it wasn’t okay, especially since Ace himself has to wear pull-ups to bed sometimes.

Riddle loves onesies of every kind. Footed sleepers, the ones with snaps between his legs, anything as long as the temperature is okay. If it’s warmer, sleepers are a no, and visa versa. But he loves wearing cute little outfits, loving being seen as a “sweet little thing.”

Regressor! Ace

Usually a toddler regressor, no older than 7, but sometimes can drop down to 3. He likes to act as the big brother for Deuce and Riddle though.

Playful little guy, never far from the play mats or carpet with the road designs for toy cars on it. He also has a huge collection of wooden toy train tracks and magnetic train engines and cars.

He’ll try to put his foot down, and convince you he doesn’t need a sippy cup or teethers, but more often than not, he wants them. Even when he’s in a headspace closer to 6 or 7, he still likes to use pacifiers.

If an argument or any play fighting occurs between any of them, Ace is more than likely to one who started it, or at least the one who escalated it badly enough to become a problem.

-Trey and Cater have had to separate Ace and Riddle more times than they can count, for simply disagreeing about how to play. Ace and Deuce usually have to be separated for play fighting going too far. When Che’nya comes over for playdates, Ace is a nightmare.

He likes to play pretend as a magician, and do card tricks and “make rabbits disappear”, pretending to perform magic shows for (usually) Cater and Trey.

-He tried to do one for the other regressors once, but Che’nya showed him how he could disappear and Ace has been upset and petty about it ever since (/lh)

Cater and Trey insist that Ace wears pull-ups to bed when regressed. It usually ends in Ace throwing a fit or whining about how he’s “a big boy! and shouldn’t have to wear them. But 9 times out of 10, he’ll wake up very glad he wore it.

He doesn’t like anyone else seeing it, but he absolutely cannot sleep without his baby blankie. Only when he’s around 3-4 or sick, will he carry it around. Cater once lost it, and while trying to put Ace down for a nap, he nearly broke down himself.

Though one of the most energetic and happy babies, he finds himself in the most trouble. It not getting into fights, he’s stealing dessert earlier than he’s supposed to and swiftly being placed in a timeout or grounded from sweets for a week.

He likes playing ‘puppy’ or even just being referred to as “pup.” He’d probably end up tackling Deuce, arguing over why wolves are cooler than whatever it is Deuce was talking about.

Getting him to bathe, is like getting a cat to take a bath (even down to the flea shampoo (/j)). He’s a very fussy little guy when it comes to getting in the bath, but once he’s in there and playin with his bath toys, it’s near impossible to cooperate and get out.

Adores bedtime stories, but gets tired having the same ones read over and over (unlike Riddle, who loves consistency). Ace and Cater tend to make a trip or two to the library, since it’s free and they always have new stuff for them to read. Sometimes Ace has a hard time letting go of books he really likes, but Cater always explains how some other kiddo out there will read it and love it just as much as Ace. Imagine them never getting to be that happy if we never bring the book back?

Regressor! Deuce

Sleepy little guy, usually around 3-5

Not necessarily a stubborn little one, but if Ace is watching he’s very hesitant to do anything related to his regression.

He’s such a sleepy little one, constantly napping in the laps of his caregivers or just snuggling in their lap.

He often tries to act like a big brother since he’s used to a more caring role, but will end up getting jealous of watching little ones play, and start playing with them.

When he has homework to do but can’t help regressing, Cater or Trey will sit with him in their lap and they’ll work on a little bit of homework at a time, taking a break to color one portion of a coloring page after each bit. He tends to fuss and whine any time math is brought up though. It’s a hassle to get him through math homework, and this will usually end in a little meltdown and lots of cuddles from Cater and/or Trey.

He tries to act tough, but the second Cater starts cooing over Deuce about “how handsome!” and “what a sweet boy!” he is. Deuce will smile behind his pacifier guiltily and shyly, but it’s very obvious he loves the attention.

He doesn’t usually start the play fights with Ace, but it’s not UNCOMMON. He gets oddly emotional after the play fights, apologizing to his caregivers and Ace profusely, saying he hadn’t meant to.

-He absolutely hates the idea of fighting anyone, especially one of the other regressors. He will hide and cry for hours, hiding in a play tent or under his blankets, refusing to look at anyone after having fought, even if playfully.

Deuce has a thumb sucking habit, even when not regressed, and he’s very embarrassed about it. It happens mostly when stressed or regressed, and when he catches himself doing it, if nobody else does first, he’ll desperately do anything to distract his hands. Cater and Trey have grown used to carrying around emergency little supplies for their kiddos.

-Deuce has met up with Trey in the bathroom during a math class before, in tears while hiding in a stall. When Trey came in, he gave him his pacifier and let him cry out his frustrations towards math before walking back to the class with Deuce’s pacifier in a pocket.

He really loves playing with the animals while regressed. He loves to play with the hedgehogs especially.

He’s the shyest little guy, maybe even moreso than Riddle

(I’m so sorry it took me so long to get a post out,,)

[darl-ingfics]

Come Lean Your Back on Me (Part 2)

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: 95 Line (pneumonia)

Caregiver(s): Seventeen

Word Count: 4,436 | Part 1

CW: hospital (nothing too graphic, but much of this takes place there)

Notes: First and foremost I don't know how oxygen masks work, and there are probably many medical inaccuracies. Second, this was my first real two part-er fic, and I'm so excited to share the conclusion with you. To the anon that sent this ask initially, thank you. This one's been a delight to write.

Seungcheol was barely asleep when he heard his door burst open. He was in the middle of contemplating if the cold medicine he’d taken before bed wasn’t actually the nighttime variety he’d intended to take because he didn’t feel sleepy at all when that stuff usually knocked him out. It also occurred to him that while he didn’t feel sleepy, he was so, so tired. Everything limb felt heavy, every muscle sore. His thoughts were hazy. And yet he just couldn’t fall asleep. 

So he was somewhere in the middle of asleep and awake when the door opened, and his leader instincts kicked in on autopilot. He had already switched on the lamp when Mingyu appeared at his bedside. 

Squinting against the light, Mingyu looked scared. “Hyung. You need to come. It’s Shua.”

Seungcheol sat up, ignoring the protesting ache in his muscles; autopilot was really working to his advantage right now. “What’s wrong?” He silently thanked the universe that the meds he’d taken were at least dulling his symptoms so that his sickness wasn’t obvious when his dongsaeng needed him. 

“He’s really sick.” Well shit. “Seokmin thinks hospital.”

“Hospital?!” Seungcheol threw back his covers and swung himself out of bed, shaking his head to clear a wave of dizziness. 

Mingyu nodded. “His temp was 39.6.” Seungcheol froze, staring at Mingyu in shock. The younger man nodded again in earnest. “And he said he couldn’t breathe. He’s coughing real bad.” 

It was Seungcheol’s turn to nod as he started moving towards the hall again. His hand skimmed against the wall, keeping him steady. But he made sure it was only his fingertips and not a full lean so Mingyu wouldn’t worry more than he already was. He didn’t stop until he reached Joshua’s room, feeling Mingyu on his heels as he rounded the doorframe. 

Seokmin was still cradling Joshua in his arms, half standing, half kneeling on the bed. He looked more terrified than Seuncheol had ever seen him as he clutched tightly to Joshua’s body, the elder mumbling incoherently despite looking like he was fast asleep. 

“Hyung.” Seokmin’s voice was little more than a sob. “Please. Help me.”

*

Seungcheol did not like being the one who had to go to the hospital with his members when they were hurt or sick. He hated watching other people poke and prod at his brothers, hated how they ignored their cries of pain or needs for comfort, even though he knew they were just doing their job. He hated seeing his brother so fragile. 

But he also refused to be left behind, to be anywhere but by his brothers’ side in their time of need. 

Still. It sucked to watch the paramedics carry Joshua’s body from the ambulance as if he were nothing more than a sack of potatoes. It hurt watching the nurses flock around him, hands fluttering between an IV, blood draws, all of it. The worst was the mask, the fucking oxygen mask cause Joshua couldn’t fucking breathe. Cause how had he, Seungcheol, let it get this bad? How had he missed this? Sure, he’d known Joshua was sick; they’d both joked about Jeonghan’s overcommitment to the phrase ‘sharing is caring.’ But it was just a cold. Not… this. The thought ‘why didn’t Joshua say something?’ also crossed his mind, but the answer came just as quick: ‘you haven’t said anything either, so look who’s talking.’ 

But the absolute worst came after the mask; was having to sit back and watch Joshua come to and have a panic attack because of the confusion of waking up in an unknown space with a plastic dome strapped to his face. Listening to the heart rate monitor shrieking in time with his member’s anxiety. His view of his dear friend suddenly distorted from the nurses flurrying around.

Seungcheol couldn’t sit anymore. He jumped to his friend’s side, grabbed the hand closest to him. “It’s alright, I’m here, I’m here, just breathe,” the leader soothed in English, his fingers wrapping around Joshua’s hands and pulling them away from the plastic mask. “You need it, sweetheart. You’re sick, and this is making you better, I promise.” When Joshua’s fingers stilled, Seungcheol released his hands, instead pressing back on Joshua’s shoulders, finding very little resistance. “Lay back, that’s it. You need to let your body heal. Don’t fight it.” Joshua whimpered, unable to talk. “I know. It sucks, baby. But I’m right here.”

Joshua nodded, tears running down his cheeks, getting lost in the plastic lining of the oxygen mask. The heart rate monitor slowed to a near steady beat. The nurses gave them a fraction more space. 

Seungcheol took Joshua’s hand again. Squeezed it tight. The leader nodded approvingly when he felt a faint squeeze back. 

And then, without warning, all the color drained from Seuncheol’s face, and he collapsed to the floor, fingers going slack as they slipped away from Joshua’s hand. 

*

Jeonghan was already splayed across the couch when Chan walked in the next morning. The younger man expected his hyung to be cooped up in his room most of the day, nursing the cold he’d been suffering through the night before. The humidifier seemed to have helped; Chan had heard significantly less ‘sick person’ noise after their exchange. But, looking at Jeonghan now, Chan wasn’t so sure. The older vocalist looked incredibly pale with the exception of a pink flush dusting his cheeks and nose. Even the positioning of his body looked pained; Chan couldn’t fully explain how that was true, but just, something about the pajama pants and old hoodie and the one leg bent with the other straight and the arm thrown across his eyes… Jeonghan looked the epitome of suffering. 

As if to qualify Chan’s inner thoughts, Jeonghan groaned, pathetic as anything. 

The younger man snorted. “You good there, hyung?”

Jeonghan begrudgingly removed the arm he had thrown across his eyes. “I have forgotten what it is like to smell and taste things.” His voice was thick with disuse and the build up of all the gross the medicine hadn’t cleared yet. 

Chan outright chuckled this time, shaking his head. “I would ask how you slept, but it’s clear from the level of drama that it wasn’t well.” Jeonghan attempted to throw a pillow at him, missing terribly. Chan chuckled again. “Did the humidifier help at all?”

“It helped a lot, actually. Thank you,” Jeonghan answered, a genuine smile replacing his petulant scowl. “It helped me breathe through the pain.” He sniffled dramatically for emphasis.

“Then what kept you awake?”

“Everything huuurtsssss,” Jeonghan whined, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. Chan pouted sympathetically as he moved to sit on the couch opposite Jeonghan. “Seriously, every part of my body aches.”

“I can only imagine. My whole body hurts too, and I’m not even sick on top of that,” Chan replied, shaking his head. 

“Yeah, you try three days of concerts with the cold from hell…”

Chan’s eyebrows furrowed. “Three days? Hyung, you’ve been sick for three days?”

Jeonghan nodded, sniffling. “Yeah?”

“And you didn’t tell anyone?”

A shrug. “Did it matter?”

Chan shrugged this time. “I mean, yeah. The weather’s been so shitty. That had to be terrible for you.”

Jeonghan scoffed, the noise upsetting his sore throat and prompting a cough. “It is what it is. I’m just glad it was me and not someone else.”

“That’s not the point.” 

“Well I don’t have anything else to say on the topic. So pick another one, or leave me to my wallowing.”

Chan rolled his eyes, pulling his phone from his hoodie pocket. Silence spread between them for only a moment before Chan opened the group chat…

“Oh shit.” Jeonghan glanced over in curiosity, getting worried when he saw the way Chan sat forward, staring at his phone. “Have you seen the group chat?”

“No?”

“Shua’s in the hospital.” 

Jeonghan sat up faster than either of them thought possible with an unrestrained, “WHAT?!” He instantly regretted shouting so loud, and moving so fast, as he was hit with a coughing fit that wasn’t helped at all by a violent wave of dizziness. Chan stood up, ready to help, but Jeonghan waved him off, swallowing harshly. He motioned for Chan to explain more. 

The maknae looked back at his phone, worrying at his lower lip. “I don’t know much. Kyeomie messaged around 2 in the morning that one of the managers was on their way to take Joshua to the hospital. That he’d found him burning up and struggling to breathe. And Seungcheollie was going to go with them.” Chan looked up at Jeonghan, looking young and scared. “Cheollie then messaged later that everything’s fine, they’ve got Shua stable and on an IV for meds and fluids, but tests still haven’t come back to tell us what’s wrong.” Jeonghan didn’t know what to say to comfort him. Especially when he watched the younger man scrutinizing him closer. “Come to think of it, hyung, haven’t you been experiencing the same symptoms?”

Jeonghan shrugged, attempting to act casual. “I can breathe moderately well, thank you…”

“But like…” Chan shook his head, trying to scramble together words. “What if you have the same bug? What if you eventually need to go the…”

“Channie-bug, I promise you, I’m fine.” The cough that followed his statement was an absolute contradiction, but Jeonghan waved it off. “It’s nothing more than a bad cold. I’ve had worse. We all have. And, honestly…” He shook his head, the quirk of his lips revealing inner thoughts he didn’t want to say out loud. “I got Shuji sick in the first place…”

“Hyung…”

Jeonghan held up a hand, unwilling to allow Chan to either badger him about going to the doctor too or assure him Joshua being hospitalized wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t sure which one he actually needed more right now, and wasn’t willing to think about either. “BUT! Just because it is the same bug doesn’t mean shit. Germs hit people differently, ya know? My immune system may be in the trenches right now, but it’s still kicking. Besides, Cheol said Shuji’s stable, yeah? Sometimes all you need are those good hospital meds and you’re good as new.” 

“I guess…”

“Channie.” The younger man looked up, surprised by the serious tone in his hyung’s voice. As unwell as he looked, Jeonghan’s stare was one of the most comforting things Chan could remember seeing in a long time. “I swear to you that I feel okay at this moment. I will let you, or someone else if you aren’t here, know that second that changes, if it changes. Okay?”

Chan nodded, his hyung’s resolve reassuring him. “Okay.”

But the voice of worry inside him didn’t completely disappear. 

*

When Seungcheol came to, he was confused. He heard unfamiliar voices. There was a beeping sounding from somewhere close by. The lights were harsher than the ones at the dorm or the studio. Harsher than stage lights, really. Maybe that had to do with the white walls and floors and ceilings…

There were hands pulling at him. He felt distant from his own body, as if he were simply a child’s toy. He allowed his body to be manipulated by the hands, trusting them fully.

The hands pushed and pulled into a seated position. Since when was he lying down?

The hands attempted to pull him to his feet. His legs crumpled. The hands caught him. Kept him up. 

It felt nice to be supported by the hands. 

Then everything went dark again.

*

Joshua watched the nurses scrape Seungcheol up from the floor. His hand, the one Seungcheol had only just been holding, was still reaching towards his leader, his friend, his brother. Joshua felt helpless, unable to speak or move or do anything but watch as his Cheollie was dragged out of the room. Away from him. 

Joshua was crying, trying to be quiet about it. Cheollie needed the doctor’s attention now. 

Still, one of the nurses had stayed with him, and she frowned. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay. He’s in the best place possible to faint, yeah?” Joshua looked up at her, eyes so round and misty and scared and confused and… the nurse had never fully gotten used to seeing that look on her patients. It still broke her heart. But it also reminded her why she’d pursued this job in the first place. “I promise you, your friend is in good hands. I need you to focus on you right now. The best thing you can do for him is allow your own body to heal, okay? And I’m here to help you do that. Sound good?” 

Joshua nodded. 

The nurse smiled. “Great. Now, I can either tell you what’s happening or not. Sometimes people don’t want to know. Do you want me to explain what’s going on?” Joshua nodded. “We’re still waiting on some tests, but you have an advanced upper repository infection. Likely pneumonia. Your breathing was really unstable when you arrived, and that’s why we need you to wear that mask for at least fifteen more minutes. Then we’ll be able to judge how best to treat you. Does that make sense?” Joshua nodded again, but the nurse saw that his eyes had once again welled up with tears. She clicked her tongue, grabbing his hand gently, rubbing her thumb over his skin. She felt Joshua give her a tiny squeeze back. “How can I help?” She mimed removing the mask so he could talk. 

Joshua’s other hand was shaking as he lifted the oxygen mask and whispered, “I want my mom.”

The nurses felt her heart constrict with sympathy “I can call her? Ask her to come visit?”

Joshua shook his head, his face screwing up as he let the mask fall back into place. “I can’t…”

“His mom lives in the United States.” The nurse jumped as Joshua’s manager appeared next to her. Of course he was still here; she’d forgotten about him while focused on her patient. But she nodded in understanding. 

The manager moved to Joshua’s other side, running a soothing hand through his hair. “I know it’s so hard to not have your mom close right now, bud. How about we Facetime her in a few hours?” Joshua nodded, but the tears didn’t stop. The manager smiled warmly, still working his fingers through Joshua’s hair. The nurse couldn’t help but smile too. 

*

“So let me get this straight.” Soonyoung clasped his hands together, pointing them somewhat accusingly at Jeonghan. “You, Seuncheol, and Joshua all got sick before the concert and didn’t tell anyone. You performed all three days. Now, both Cheollie and Shua were admitted to the hospital due to complications from that illness, and you think you don’t need to go too?”

Jeonghan shrugged. “Yeah, pretty much.”

Soonyoung threw his hands up in defeat, looking to Wonwoo for back up. The rapper shrugged. “Why not, hyung?” To be fair, Wonwoo was hardly awake and had just walked in for a cup of coffee when he’d been dragged into the living room by Soonyoung and Chan. 

Jeonghan shrugged again. “I’m just built different.” The hacking cough that followed his statement did nothing to inspire confidence. 

“He’s been doing that all morning. All night too,” Chan added helpfully (or unhelpfully from Jeonghan’s perspective.) 

Wonwoo blinked as both Soonyoung and Chan looked at him expectantly, (obviously, Soonyoung had tried his bit and it hadn’t worked.) The taller man shrugged. “If hyung doesn’t want to go to the hospital, we can’t force him to.” Soonyoung scoffed in frustration, spinning on his heels and out of the room. Chan simply pouted at Wonwoo, obviously attempting to change his mind. 

“See, this is why you’re my favorite,” Jeonghan said. 

“Why’s he your favorite?” Seungkwan asked as he joined the group. 

Chan crossed his arms over his chest in a huff. “Because hyung’s being a stubborn jerk.” Seungkwan’s eyes slid to Jeonghan. From the way his brow furrowed, Jeonghan realized Chan and Soonyoung had just found their next ally. 

“What, do I look that good?” the elder vocalist joked. Seungkwan straight up frowned at  the sound of his voice. Jeonghan sighed. Today was going to be a long day… unless he just… gave into their suggestions…

But Jeonghan knew he couldn’t do that. Sure, Soonyoung and Chan and Seungkwan were currently frustrated with him. That was just a disguise for their worry, though, their fear. it was unsettling to have not one, but two of their hyungs already down for the count. And in such a scary way too; hospital was never a word anyone wanted to hear. So Jeonghan had to stay strong. He couldn’t deny being sick, that ship had sailed, but he knew he wasn’t hospital-level sick. And his members, his younger brothers, needed to know he was okay. 

So Jeonghan would be okay. 

*

The second time Seungcheol came to, he was incredibly confused. He still had no idea where he was. The lights were still too harsh to be the ones in the dorms. The bed beneath him and the blankets tucked over him certainly weren’t his own. Wait. When had he laid down in a bed? When had he fallen asleep? When…? Where…? Why…?

“Don’t think too hard.”

Seungcheol turned his head to the side to see Jeonghan curled up in a chair next to his bed. The vice leader was wearing hospital-issued pajamas, the shirt sleeves sticking out of a sweatshirt Seungcheol recognized as Wonwoo’s. He was also wearing fuzzy socks that were obviously Hoshi’s, given their black and orange striped pattern. 

“What… the fuck?” Seungcheol managed to whisper. His voice was raspy, caught on a lump in his throat that made him cough. 

Jeonghan snorted. “Hey, watch your language. This is a hospital.”

“Hospital?”

Jeonghan nodded. “You and a manager brought Shuji here in the wee hours of the morning. You insisted on staying with him after he was admitted. You passed out pretty soon after that. Turns out the stress of seeing Shua sent your temperature through the roof.”

Seungcheol blinked slowly, his brain struggling to retain all of that information. He swallowed, wincing. “How do you know all that?” “I don’t.” Jeonghan shrugged, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. “But it seems likely enough, right?” 

“He’s right.” Seungcheol and Jeonghan’s attention snapped to the door where Joshua was leaning against the frame. He was pulling an IV pole with him as he entered, but it didn’t slow him at all as he moved immediately to the bed, climbing in next to Seungcheol, curling up against his friend’s side. “You did pass out. Just for a second, but it really freaked us all out.”

Seungcheol paused, settling his arms around Joshua, appreciating the feeling of having his friend so close. A memory tugged at his mind: Joshua with the oxygen mask. Joshua looked better than that memory; he didn’t look quite so weak and helpless, a little more like himself. Definitely still pale, still unwell, but more Joshua. 

“Why are we all in the hospital?” Seungcheol asked, blinking blearily between his friends. 

“Pneumonia,” Joshua answered, resting his head against Seungcheol’s shoulder. Seungcheol’s eyes widened comically. His heart monitor picked up speed. He looked to Jeonghan for confirmation. The vocalist nodded sadly. 

The leader turned back to Joshua. “You’re kidding.” Joshua shook his head. Seungcheol’s head fell back against his pillow, incredulous. “I thought that… isn’t that only when you get, like, water in your lungs?”

“That’s one way, yeah, but it’s also just the worse form of a cold,” Jeonghan said. “Which, I will admit, I gave you both. So, sorry about that.” 

“No, you can’t take the blame like that,” Joshua replied, shaking his head against Seungcheol’s chest, either unable or unwilling to life his head. “We all chose to perform despite feeling icky.”

“Icky?” Jeonghan smirked. 

Joshua waved a hand, hitting him virtually. “You got a better word for it?”

Jeonghan laughed, the sound bubbling into a particularly phlegmy cough. He shook his head, rubbing at his chest. “Nah, you’re exactly right.”

“Wait, how come you aren’t IV’d or anything?” Seungcheol asked suddenly, lifting his head up to fully confirm the statement’s truth. 

Jeonghan shrugged. “My body’s just better. I’m just here for fun.”

“Liar,” Joshua snapped. 

“Fine! I pulled a muscle coughing earlier and Channie cried so I agreed to come here.” 

“Channie saw your muscle pull?” Seungcheol asked in amazement.

“No.” Jeonghan rolled his eyes. “You can’t actually the muscle pull, dummy. Channie saw me double over in pain after a coughing fit, and wouldn’t stop crying until I let them bring me here.” 

Seungcheol’s eyes widened dramatically. “You traumatized Channie?!” 

“Why are you acting like I’m a criminal?”

“Because you committed CRIMES! You made Channie CRY!” The yelling made him cough, but Seungcheol deemed it worth it. 

“Not on purpose!”

“I’m mad you don’t have an IV,” Seungcheol said matter-of-factly. 

“And the truth comes out…” 

“He’s not as cool as us,” Joshua said, snuggling closer to Seungcheol.

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. “Actually, I AM cooler than both of you. They didn’t give me an IV cause I’m not cooking as high as you two…”

“Cooking?!” Seungcheol interrupted.

“Wait, we have to cook? Isn’t that…” Joshua squinted between the two. “Didn’t you two got banned from…”

Jeonghan waved his hand, cutting them both off. “Bad metaphor, bad metaphor.  My fever’s lower and I’m not in danger of dehydrating. Thus, no IV. While you two jokers are more touch and go. I got a medication drip when they brought me in, but the nurse took it out when it was done, and she said they’ll probably do another one later. But I guess I’m just not as high maintenance as you guys.” Seungcheol scoffed, muttering something about how that just wasn’t true. Jeonghan smirked. “They didn’t need to put me on oxygen either.”

“Shut uuuuuuppp. It was only for a little bit…” Joshua whined, closing his eyes as if remembering a terrible ordeal. 

Seungcheol turned to him. “That’s what the mask was for?” Joshua whined again, a weak hand hitting Seungcheol’s arm. “I’m not mad at you! I really had no idea.”

“There’s no way you didn’t know that,” Jeonghan replied. “Younghwan-nim said you kept muttering about the ‘damn oxygen mask.’”

Seungcheol blinked. “Doesn’t sound like me. I don’t swear in hospitals.”

Joshua laughed, gently smacking the leader’s chest. Jeonghan laughed too. Seungcheol giggled with them. 

Their joy was interrupted by the sound of a terse ‘ahem’ from the doorway. All three members looked up like criminals caught in the act. One of their managers, Younghwan, the first to arrive and now only one left at the hospital with them, was standing with a look of expectation, not quite disappointed but also not quite pleasant either. 

“You guys can’t do anything alone, can you?” he asked. Despite using the joke commonly associated with the 95’s, his tone wasn’t light at all. Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Joshua all remained silent, staring, like little kids waiting for punishment after stealing snacks before dinner. “Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked, meeting each boy’s eyes with a look so sincerely hurt, they couldn’t even fathom lying.

“I’m the leader. What would it look like if…” Seungcheol cut himself off, shaking his head. “I thought I could push through for the sake of my team.”

The attention shifted to Jeonghan. “I genuinely thought it was just a cold. Something smaller that didn’t need to even be addressed cause there were bigger issues at hand.”

Joshua’s turn. “Same as Jeonghan. What’s a sore throat compared to a twisted ankle?”

Younghwan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, aware how judgmental that looked but unable to help it. “I hear you guys, I do. But… just because you’re the oldest doesn’t mean you’re invincible, yeah? You can be sick just like everyone else. You wouldn’t let Chan or Seokmin or Jihoon perform while sick, would you?”

“Not if I could help it,” Seungcheol answered while Jeonghan and Joshua shook their heads. 

“Then you have to hold yourselves to the same standards. At least tell me, yeah?” All three members nodded. Younghwan nodded too. “Okay, good talk. You know, it really sucks to have to scold you when you’re literally in the hospital, right? Why do you have to make my job harder?” 

Jeonghan smiled at the teasing tone creeping into their manager’s voice. “Go big or go home, right?” 

*

All three were, thankfully, released from the hospital within the next 48 hours, mostly out of an abundance of caution. Sure, the damn oxygen mask had made a reappearance, but this time Joshua was at least coherent enough to put it on himself, and stayed awake and semi-active in Seungcheol and Jeonghan’s conversation while it was on. Sure, Seungcheol had woken up screaming from fever-induced night terrors twice, but this time he had Jeonghan and Joshua to sooth him out of it. Sure, the real pain of a pulled abdominal muscle reared its ugly head after the fact, but Jeonghan didn’t feel the need to hide his true suffering, allowing himself to be fussed over by his friends and the medical professionals. It wasn’t fun by any means, but being together in the hospital made everything feel less… icky. 

Upon returning home, they had strict orders to rest until they’d been completely fever free for at least another 48 hours, and a medication schedule that had quite literally broken Hansol’s brain when they’d tried explaining it to him (to be fair, Hansol had made the mistake of asking after rehearsal when his brain was already fried.) Sure, their members were panicky and overbearing, smothering them in cuddles and their own personal healing remedies, hardly letting them lift a finger because ‘the doctor said you have to rest.’ Sure, it was almost laughable seeing them freeze over a smallest cough or having to ask permission to get up simply go to the bathroom. 

But it was all love. Mingyu called each their families to confirm their favorite comfort foods, double checking he had the recipes right. Soonyoung had insisted on them wearing his fuzzy socks (despite Minghao’s protests that this was really just a campaign for the horanghae agenda.) Seokmin peeked into each of his hyung’s rooms every night, just to make sure they were breathing. 

They would see to it that their hyungs could never hide their suffering from them like that again. And Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Joshua were determined to prove them right. 

[hatelangdon]

I got you, baby.

Pt 1 / 1094 words.

(Franken!Kyle x Witch!Reader)

Angst, Hurt/ No comfort turns into Fluff and Hurt/comfort

(🚨Warnings: ABUSIVE language from a partner, physical ABUSE from a partner, crying, verbal stutters, anxiety attack? Maybe?🚨)

Summary: Zoe left, it was all too much for her. Kyle has made himself physically ill from the heartbreak he feels, and Madison isn't necessarily the best caregiver and someone needs to show him some kindness.

(A/N: I love my sweet angel baby, he deserves only the best. IM SO SORRY IF THIS BREAKS YOUR HEART IT BROKE MINE WRITING IT Also, this is not proofread i'm sorry but Kim, there's people that are dying.)

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It had been a week since Zoe's departure from the coven, it was all too much. Taking care of Kyle, Madison's constant harassment, and the pressures of training her powers had drowned her spirit. She had managed to make it out of Kyle's grip in the middle of the night and sneak out.

The only thing that she left was a goodbye note telling Kyle that she loved him but ultimately she chose herself. 

Nights were always the hardest you could hear Kyle crying throughout the walls of the mansion.

 Zoe had basically left him high and dry and in the hands of Madison, who’s attempts to comfort him weren't the greatest. Her patience was thin and if Kyle wasn't calming down fast enough for her she would often become very cruel towards him.

The other girls tried to help him stay sane during the day, Queenie would often read to him, and misty would play Fleetwood Mac and invite him to dance, in attempts to lift his spirits.

You wanted to do more but you had only joined the coven about a month ago so you didn't really know Kyle well enough to extend more than a passing smile if he was near. 

It would work for the most part, he felt better as long as he was distracted.

But once nighttime rolled around and he had no Zoe to hold onto that's when everything would change. It had gotten so bad that Cordelia often had to create botanic concoctions from the greenhouse and have him drink it as a sedative so the poor baby could get some sleep, instead of keeping himself awake from sobbing from heartache. 

It was Wednesday, 8 PM that's usually when the trouble started

“Zoe…Zoe...” you could hear Kyle sobbing but his voice was more hoarse than usual

“she's not here you idiot! I keep telling you this! she left you, she didn't want you, she doesn’t love you like I do!,” Madison barked back

which only made Kyles cries louder, he hated when she spoke to him like that.

“I am so sick of this!”

There was suddenly a loud thump on the wall and you heard Kyle scream which caused you to get out of bed and see what was going on.

Madison had thrown him back onto the wall where she was repeatedly kicking him and yelling.

” I'M THE ONLY ONE LEFT WHO CARES ABOUT YOU! STOP CALLING FOR HER, SHE'S NOT COMING BACK YOU ONLY HAVE ME!”

It's only made Kyle cry harder as he shielded his face from her relentless attacks, he was much stronger than her and more than capable of throwing her across the room if he wanted, but he couldn't seem to get up.

“Kyle sorry! Kyle Sorry!” He choked out repeatedly but Madison was not letting up.

She suddenly stopped, stooping down and grabbing his face making him look up at her.

“you wonder why Zoe left," she scoffed "look at how needy and ungrateful you are, I'm trying to help you and all you can think about is her.”

Your heart broke at the sight, and without even thinking you had thrown Madison across the room with a flick of your wrist. You didn’t even know you had the power, but it came to you with ease in that moment. You marched over to Madison where you had thrown her, even though Kyle was in distress you needed to set her straight first and give him time.

“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?” She sat up to look at you, rubbing her head

“have you lost yours?” Your tone was so calm it was almost sinister, you stare down at her your eyes piercing she suddenly started to cough it felt like someone was gripping her throat, you were doing it, with your mind. “Now, Madison I'm going to keep this very short and simple for you,” you tilted your head

“you can choose to leave the house or I can crush your windpipe, and have you die a second time." You smiled "hold up your fingers, option one or two?”

Madison, lips blue held up her index finger and you released your grip from her neck.

“I never wanna see anything like that again.” your glare intensified and you turned around to check on Kyle.

"stupid bitch"  Madison stood up, of course she tried to lunge at you but you're smarter than that, all it took was a slight raise of your hand and she was frozen mid air, you decided to keep her that way.

Kyle had balled himself into the corner, he was absolutely inconsolable, hitting his head with his hands as he sobbed

“Stupid, stupid, stupid” he repeated over and over again as his face only got redder and redder.

Your already broken heart had torn clean in half at the sight. You got down to his level 

“Kyle no, no no no no no” you whispered, grabbing his hands to stop him from bashing his own head

“Hey buddy, it’s y/n. You’re safe, just calm down for me." You tried to rub his back to comfort him, but you were suddenly surprised by his arms wrapping around you completely, as he sobbed into your shoulder, shaking.

“I'm sorry she did this to you, I got you. I got you." You rubbed his cheek with your thumb, trying to soothe him as he hid himself away in the crook of your neck, you could feel his muscles become less tense as you held him. He felt so warm, and his eyes were rimmed red and puffy, he obviously wasn't feeling very well.

"Let's get you into bed honey, you're exhausted." you rocked him back and forth, his cries had calmed down but his hold on you had not eased. You were very careful to lift him with your own body, you felt him tense back up as he realized Madison was still in the room although she was frozen his knees buckled, if you hadn't been holding him up he would've fell back down.

"...We'll put you in my bed tonight, is that okay?" you held his cheek in the palm of your hand while his big brown eyes met yours.

He nodded

"Y-y-y/n g-good." he pressed his forehead to yours.

you blinked a couple times, and nodded,

"I am good, I'm going to take care of you Kyle. okay? I won't let anyone else hurt you."

The blonde gave you a gentle smile, and held your hand as you lead him down the hall to your room.

(Part 2 )

[antlerchxrms]

haiiii !!!! ur blog seems lovely and i js wanted to share some headcanons!!!

i do think that little glinda would be very clingy, but her favorite things to do are hold pinkys !!! (fav one eekkk!!!!) and lean her head on her mamas shoulder. but i also think she would enjoy gift giving ALOTTT, especially homemade things like making little cards, drawings, or crafts that she definitelyyy made after she finished all her other work. (i hc she likes giving expensive stuff when shes big, js another thing to share.)

if u don’t mind, do you think you could share one???? i wanna know what u think that little glindas nighttime routine would be!!! thank uuuu

.🦌☀️

YOU THINK MY BLOG IS LOVELY IM SWOONING :DD I am always down to sharing hcs!!

But!! I hope u don’t mind me turning this into hcs cuz I’m in a writing mood :))

Bedtime headcanons!

- Babygirl is UNBELIEVABLYYY fussy when it comes to bedtime sometimes,, whining and practically throwing a small tantrum if she’s too wound up to go to bed. Elphaba could practically get a headache from it sometimes (she tries not to!! Elphie needs quiet time,,)

- Glinda loves loves loves trying to be independent during bedtime, picking out her whole pajamas and trying to brush her teeth/hair but it takes maybe a couple minutes before she’s calling out for help. “Mamaaaa, need help!” And she just offers Elphaba the toothbrush/hairbrush with big ol’ puppy dog eyes,,,

- has a very specific routine, no matter what, even if in Fiyero’s dorm for a sleepover. It goes; snack, pajamas, teeth then hair and Glinda will have a meltdown if off by even a moment. (She can’t help it :(( trust)

- Fiyero and Elphaba try to help along with her routine as best as they can, even if Glinda is too energetic to slow down, ushering her around gently with small words of encouragement. “Come on, princess, teeth then we can focus on getting a stuffie, hm?”

- insists on sleeping almost on top of one of her caregivers, even if it’s way too hot she needs the contact to feel comfy enough to even doze off a tiiiny bit. Fiyero is not a big cuddler but he tries, he practically like starfishes around the bed and Glinda almost follows him to do so, Elphaba insists on sleeping by the wall because of it. (She has gotten kicked off once, nd it was funny but very annoying to the green witch at 4 in the morning.)

- has practically a whole mountain of stuffies and she needs to give them all goodnight kisses or else she believes they’ll all be veryvery angry at her. Glinda makes Elphaba do it as well, but only to a couple of them, she doesn’t insist on it as heavy as sleeping next to her, they all go by the foot of her bed then!!

- Glinda owns the fancy kind of defusers? Like with the essential oils n everything! Her favorite scents r citrusy, Elphaba’s are lavender, and Fiyero’s is kind of piney! It’s a turn system to who gets to put their little thing in the machine,, or Glinda n Fiyero play rock paper scissors until someone wins to put their preferred scent in!!

- Glinda can sometimes struggle with insomnia? Even being the sleepiest girl ever sometimes it just never comes very easy and it frustrates her to no end,,, Elphaba tried to ease this by bringing her into her lap and reading her stories with the little pop up book of Oz until she feels tired enough to doze off. (It works on both Glinda and Fiyero but he would neverrrrr admit it)

[engiebabey]

thinkin very hard about cg!sniper so here u go its a hc

warnings: mentions of "daddy"/"dada", mentions of tantrums

likes being called dada the most i think, or daddy. it makes his heart swell to hear you call him the title, knowing that he's your safe space

really likes playing with your hair, keeps his hands busy and he likes the texture

since he has a really bad sleep schedule, he likes to spend the time he would normally go to bed to put you to bed instead. loves the domesticity of a nighttime routine, like jammies and baths and his favorite part of rocking you back and forth until you drift off

isn't really big on playing toys with you, instead prefers to stand and watch. it makes him feel useful to just keep an eye on you

it's a personal hc of mine anyways that this man has a huge appetite and eats everything in his path, so with that, i think he's very on top of meals and snacks. always packs a little pouch of something on-the-go like cheerios in his bags for you

is a very very patient caregiver. when it comes to meltdowns and tantrums, he tends to sit and wait it out with you

will hum tunes to you when you're being put to sleep or cuddling

since he has to be attentive for his job, he's very good at picking up your different moods and telltales signs when you're fussy, knows instantly whether you're tired or hungry or bored

will give you his carabiners and keychains to play with when he doesn't have any actual toys to give you

so many nicknames, you won't be called your actual name ever!! he'll call you little koala, roo, love, honey, little one/boy/girl, baby, etc.

hangs the pictures you color all over his camper with pride

banner by me :)

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ Care Giver! Dante ໒ ˚⁎

Can you do Dante DMC caregiver head cannons?

•Dante’s natural instinct to protect those he cares about extends to his little one, ensuring you always feel safe and secure

•Despite his tough exterior, Dante is surprisingly laid-back and easygoing as a caregiver

•Dante has a playful side that he lets loose when caring for you, often engaging in fun and silly activities to keep you entertained

•He shows his affection through gentle teasing, ruffling your hair, and offering reassuring hugs and cuddles when needed

•Dada Dante enjoys playing video games with you ! often letting you win to boost your confidence and simply, make you happy !

•He incorporates light training sessions, teaching you basic self-defense moves in a fun and non-intimidating way

•Dante loves cooking hearty meals and treats for his sweetheart, involving you in the process to make it a fun bonding activity

•He hosts movie nights featuring action-packed films and animated movies, complete with popcorn and cozy blankets

•Dante establishes a comforting nighttime routine, including reading bedtime stories or playing soft music to help you fall asleep

•He’s always there to listen, offering a sympathetic ear and practical advice when you needs to talk about your worries or fears

•Dada Hero is big on encouragement, always reminding you of your strengths and potential, and cheering you !

•Despite his tough exterior, He is surprisingly empathetic, understanding and acknowledging his little one’s feelings and providing comfort

•He turns combat training into a game, making it fun and engaging while teaching you useful skills

•Papa loves pizza and often shares his favorite food with you, making pizza nights a special tradition

•He enjoys jamming out to music with his precious, whether it’s listening to rock music or playing instruments together

•Dada Dante would take you on exciting outdoor adventures, such as exploring the city or taking trips to nature spots for a bit of fresh air and fun

•He prioritizes safety in all activities, making sure you're never in harm’s way

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⚡️Thor Odinson Caregiver Headcannons⚡️

⚡️- He always, ALWAYS gives cuddles to his little. Bedtime? Nighttime cuddles. Waking up from sleep? Morning cuddles. Feeling sad? He'll give you cuddles and tell you stories. Basically, cuddles is the number one answer to making his little feel better

⚡️-He's not strict at all! All he asks is that his little stays on their best behavior and tries their best to be good.

⚡️-Thor gives out rewards to his little all the time. It doesn't matter what time of day or what his little even did in the first place, he feels that every good action needs a reward.

"You did amazing with dressing yourself, young one! How about I give you a lollipop as a treat?"

⚡️- When taking his little to Asgard, he always loves to show them off. Thor is always so proud of his little no matter what happens, so showing them off is something he takes prides in.

⚡️- Thor loves to play games with his little, whatever they want to play he'll go along with it. But he does have a favorite game he likes to play: Peek a Boo!

⚡️-Thor always takes his little on missions with him. Now, that sounds dangerous. But Thor always makes sure that his little is in a safe area like a hotel or the Avengers jet until the mission is over with. He just can't bear to leave his little alone for too long.. it makes him nervous.

⚡️-Thor throws his little into the air, safely of course. It's his way of playing around or teasing his little one. He'll throw you up and catch you with a silly face.

"I caught you, baby! How about we go for another throw, huh?"

⚡️-He's very, very protective of his little. Thor does his best to make sure that his little never gets hurt emotionally or physically. For instance, whenever they go out he always makes sure his little holds his hand or carries his little himself.

⚡️-On the rare occasion that Thor lets you get babysat by someone, of course you'll get watched by his brother Loki!

⚡️-Thor always have a backpack of things for his little when he's on missions with them. Some of the things he packs are:

•A blanket

•A pacifier

•Snacks/Juice boxes

•An extra pair of clothes/pull ups (Incase accidents happen)

•One of his own hoodies in case his little misses him and needs something to comfort them

•A few bandaids

And that's it for Thor Caregiver Headcannons! (He's my fav, I couldn't help but do one for him lol)

Let me know who you want to see on my page next!

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Sooo I got got by the writers curse yet again (*´-`) and I was unfortunately very sick the week before finals (ToT) but thankfully it passed (this was supposed to go out way earlier so im sorry for that) but anyways I've decided to write some little itadori headcannons!!! (*^_^*) I hope you enjoy!

Regressor! Yuji Itadori

🌙 Bed Time💤

⭐️ He’s one of the most energetic littles of all the Regressors at jujutsu tech so he would definitely be challenging to be put to bed or laid down for a nap if you don't know what your doing

💫 Nanami and Gojo always have the most luck with putting him to bed

⭐️ “But nanamiiii/gojooo im not tired…” is a regular thing for them to hear

💫 yuji isn't the type of little to cry about going to bed unless he’s especially upset or something wrong

⭐️ Yuji would definitely pout and whine but he would never throw a tantrum about sleeping usually

💫 He always whines that he’s not tired but as soon as someone reads him a story he’s sleep before they can finish it

⭐️ If he doesn't have his paci in his mouth he’ll suck on his thumb instead while being all cozy and curled up in his bed

💫 After Yuji goes to sleep Nanami or Gojo always takes his thumb out of his mouth and replaces it with a paci before kissing him on his forehead and wishing him goodnight even if he cant hear it through his light snores

⭐️ Yuji is a very heavy sleeper

💫 He could sleep through a curse apocalypse, the end of the world, and several car crashes

⭐️ But lets just hope no one wakes him up before he’s ready to be awake because he gets really fussy

💫 It doesn't last very long and all you have to do is distract him but when it does happen its bad

⭐️ If you wake him up too early there just might be tears, maybe more than just a few…

💫 But regardless Nanami and Gojo always knows how to fix him right up and wipe those tears away!

⭐️ He has so many super hero pajamas but his all time favorite ones are his Spiderman ones. He wears them almost every night

💫 Surprisingly little Yuji likes to have a routine for his bedtime

⭐️ Nanami loves the fact he likes having routine as much as him and it makes bedtime much much easier for the both of them

💫 Gojo doesn't mind the bedtime schedule, he finds it refreshing and calming he also finds that bedtime is easier with a routine

💫 Most times his bedtime routine is this

🌙 Playtime!! To help him get rid of his excess energy and make him more sleepy and also to let him have a bit more fun before its time to sleep

💤 Next is…

🌙 Picking out his pajamas! He loves this part of his nighttime routine, looking at his vast collection of superhero and cute boyish pajamas

💤 Then its…

🌙 Bath time! To wash off all the icky germs of the day so he's nice and clean and all ready for bed

💤 Almost time for bed so now lets…

🌙 Get a drink! Most times he goes with angel milk because its comforting and yummy with a slight sweetness but he also likes to have chocolate milk before bed

💤 And finally…

🌙 Story time! Before Nanami/Gojo reads for him they make sure he’s all comfy and cozy in bed. They pick one of the books from the mini library near his bed and read him a story until he falls asleep. His light snoring puts his caregiver at ease and they kiss his forehead and leave but not before turning the dim lights all the way off so Yuji can get all the sleep he needs

⭐️ “Goodnight little sunshine” Nanami or Gojo would whisper to him once he’s off the dream land

💫 He definitely has a tiger plush he cannot go to sleep without

⭐️ If yuji loses the plush before bedtime someone has to go on a wild goose chase to find it but it always ends up being in the most obvious or random places

💫 One time Megumi had to look for the plush and it was in the bath tub. What was it doing there? No one knows

⭐️ When all the first years are little gojo lets them have sleepovers. Those are the littles favorite nights especially Yuji

I hope you guys enjoy these little Yuji headcannons as much as I did!!! He has such a near and dear place in my heart I just love him so much! He's such a cute little silly silly (*≧∀≦*)!!! Also now that im done with finals and on winter break i’ll def be posting more and doing requests!! So feel free to send some in (o^^o)!