#writing about cgs makes pup better

[wapuppy]

pup have been feeling a bit sad, but wanted to write more here, because it helps a bit

[littleracha]

Ello! This is my first request can you do were CG Skz with their Little at the beach but the little can't swim?

Also english isn't my first language^^

Have a good day!

Hello Little Duckling! You are doing amazing sweetheart! This request is beyond adorable. I decided to write it story style instead of headcanon, I hope you don't mind.

Have a good day as well, little dumpling.

Just a Little Splash

Hot did not even begin to describe how it felt outside. The world seemed to be on fire and there was nothing to do to escape the heat. It was inevitable that you would slip due to the discomfort of the whole situation but that didn't bother your caregivers one bit. 

Instead, they were focused on cooling you down as your poor puffy face began to turn red and splotchy from the heat.

"Oh my poor baby, Mommy is so sorry." Felix felt awful seeing how your body was reacting. He placed a gentle hand on your forehead and was alarmed by your temperature. "Minho! Come here!" Felix shouted out before immediately going back to your care. "Shhh baby, Noona is coming. Your noonie will be here soon"

"What's wrong Lix, I am trying to stop Hyunjin from breaking what little A/C we have" Minho wiped his hands on his shirt before looking over at you. "My little kitten! What happened to you" He was instantly at your feet.

"They are burning up! I think the heat is starting to make them sick. We need to cool them down" Felix brushed your hair with his hand, it was a nervous habit of his as a caregiver.

"What about the waterpark?" I.N. seemed to show up out of nowhere.

"Can't, they closed it last week"

"DURING A HEAT WAVE"

"Don't yell at me! Take it up with Mr.Wildwaves himself" Minho snarked back to I.N.

"Hot" a weak little voice caught all the caregivers' attention.

"Oh we know sugar, Mommy is so sorry. Let's get everyone in here and figure out how to help our little baby." Felix ended his sentence with a bop to your nose. It didn't help much but it did make you giggle.

Once all the boys were in the living room, ideas started flying. The whole situation became overwhelming but thankfully Han caught on.

"Here little quokka, sit on Oppa's lap." After getting all snuggled up, Han pressed your head into his chest to muffle the noise.

"I got it!" Chan stood up from excitement at his idea.

"Little one?" Han kissed your head to get your attention. "Listen to Daddy now, okay?" You gave a tired smile.

"Let's go to the beach! Felix and I have been dying to take them! Minho already has lunch made so we can pack it up and take it with us. We can all hang out in the water and just relax. Sound good cubby?" Everyone could tell you agreed based on the smile that appeared on your face.

The trip to the beach was fairly uneventful. You rode with Chan, Felix, Seungmin, and Hyunjin. Jinnie tried his best to give your room so you didn't get hotter while Seungmin was determined to put every single car vent on you. This prompted a scolding from Chan in the driver's seat as he could see your teeth chattering.

When you began to see the ocean line break over the hills, you danced around in your seat. You climbed over Hyunjin to get a better look.

"Mama! See the water?" You pointed to the very obvious ocean.

"Mama isn't sure he sees it, baby. Can you point it out to me?" Hyunjin held onto your waist to keep you secure as he followed your instructions.

"But now Minnie wants to see pup! Can you show Minnie where it is?" You giggled at Seungmin's request but showed him anyway.

It was about an hour of setting up before the boys all collected around you and Jeongin on the beach towels. During that time Innie was explaining all the fun things you would get to do. All of it seemed like a whole new world to you and your eyes shined at every new activity. However, Jeongin didn't fail to notice how your eyes dulled at the mention of swimming. He wouldn't bring it up now, not while you are occupied by the strange substance known as sand.

"Okay, Bunbun! Plan time." Changbin swooped you up and sat back down with you.

"We are going to eat some lunch and then we are going to go play before we get in the water. Okay, Cubby?" Chan asked but he knew you weren't fully paying attention, Binnie was always too much of a distraction.

Minho passed out the food and gave Changbin a gentle reminder that the baby had to eat most of their food. However, that didn't stop your dada from becoming the munch monster and sneaking bites out of everything you had. While you were distracted, Jeongin whispered something to Felix.

The next few hours were some of the most fun you had. It started with sea shell hunting with Han. Then Hyunjin helped you make a sand castle fit for a mermaid royal family. Seungmin took you on a small walk up the coastline and introduced you to all the dogs that came your way. Changbin played some games like catch and frisbee with you and the other boys while Jeongin set up a small dance party. Whispers seemed to surround everything you did.

It seemed to be that time. All the boys eventually ended up in the water, well all but Minho. No, instead Minho was watching you take your much-needed nap under the comfort of the umbrella. Your eyes blinked open and you retreated into Minho's lap when the light came in.

"Oh Kitten, a little too bright huh?" He chuckled as he shielded your eyes. 

"Do you wanna join your other caregivers in the water baby, itll be much cooler."

"Um....No thank you" The way you fidgeted with your shirt was telling.

"Kitten, can Noonie ask you a question?" he was met with a hum in response. "My little kitten doesn't like water, do they? Baby, do you maybe not know how to swim?" You shied away in embarrassment. "No need to be embarrassed honey! Guess what, Noona can't swim either!"

"Noonie doesn't know how to swim?" Your head perked up at his confession.

"Nope! But you know what? I think maybe we should be brave together. What do you say kitten? Just a little splash?"

"Just a little splash." You repeated to yourself.

Minho carried you down to the water with his own shaking arms. To be honest he was just as scared as you were. But when the boys saw you both coming, the looks on their faces ranged from comforting to excited. Minho's toes graced the water and he jumped back a bit by the cold. 

Then, once situated, he lowered you down to the ground. He had to give you a bit of a shake to make you let go but his hand instantly intertwined with yours.

One step at a time you two entered the water all while Chan and Felix held out their arms.

"Come here baby, come to Daddy" Chan beckoned you over.

"Can't Daddy!" You backed into Minho.

"Yes, you can baby! Move your arms just like this" Felix motioned what he wanted you to do. "Then kick your little leggies!"

You followed his instructions and while you were moving slowly, you were moving.

"That's it cubby! Just a bit more!" All the boys cheered as you made your way into Chan's arms.

"Your turn Minho!" Han called out and was instantly met with rejection. Suddenly his torso was wet. When he looked to find the culprit he found a very smitten little staring back.

"It's just a little splash, Noonie!"

[immeasurablesaladagere]

can u write about lil house and cg Wilson playing video games? :3

- @tummy-rubs-for-wilson-pup

Here you are! This also includes little!chase playdate hours, hope you don't mind!

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Word Count: 965

Summery: Wilson is looking after a regressed Chase and House while they play video games, and House learns how to lose.

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“Yes!” Chase cheered, doing a little victory dance from his spot on the floor. House rolled his eyes and huffed. His cheeks were puffed out like a grumpy squirrel, and if Wilson didn’t know any better he might have thought he was exaggerating. But to a regressed House, it was a completely warranted reaction to tying with Chase in Mario Kart.

“Oh ho-ho! Looks like Robbie is making a comeback!” He declared in a dramatic announcer-voice. House shot him a death-glare over the shoulder, but it always lost its bite when he was little. Instead it just made him want to pat House on the head and say ‘Aw, it’s okay little buddy’.

Chase was already past his victory and was eagerly asking House about the next circuit they should choose for the final race. He was glad that Chase finally seemed to have relaxed and settled into the playdate. It had taken him a while to regress in the first place, and after that he looked so hesitant to take up any space that he and House couldn’t really play together. But once the N64 was put in front of them they were off to the races, rotting their brains away with video games as all kids should. Thank God for technology. 

“Are you boys hungry?” He asked, already standing because he knew House’s answer would be yes, “I can grab us some snacks from the kitchen. What do you want?”

“Chocolate bar.” House replied without looking up, too distracted with picking the best possible track. Chase didn’t say anything and stared him owlishly, like he wasn’t sure if it was okay to ask for anything.

“Robbie? Do you want something? We have apples, chocolate bars, apple sauce, and cheese and crackers.” He figured giving Chase a list of options would make the choice easier. That way, it was a direct offer instead of an open-ended question.

“Um… cheese n’ crackers, please and thank you.” He said shyly, and Wilson smiled.

“I can do that. I’ll just be in the kitchen if you need anything, okay?”

And that should have been it. One simple trip to the kitchen, Wilson would only be gone for maybe five minutes, probably less, and Chase and House would be very responsible five and six year-olds while he was gone.

But of course, nothing could ever be that simple. He was just re-wrapping the block of cheese and putting it back in the fridge when he heard a clatter from the living room and Chase yelp.

“Hey! Why’d you do that!?”

Wilson let out a long breath, abandoned the snacks on the counter, and walked at a something-is-probably-mildly-to-moderatly-wrong pace back to the living room. House was still in front of the TV, looking uncomfortable and staring holes into the screen that showed his character cheering in victory and Chase’s sitting still on the track, race unfinished. The second controller was across the room near his feet, disconnected from the system, and Chase was sitting by the couch scrunched up on himself and visibly upset.

It didn’t take a genius to piece together what had happened, but he had to ask anyway. “What happened?”

House shrugged and stubbornly kept his eyes on the TV, and Wilson watched as Chase observed  House’s reaction for the right thing to do and then copied it exactly. 

“Uh huh.” He walked over and slowly sat down in front of Chase, blocking his view of House. He wasn’t crying, but he did look teary. “Robbie, do you want to tell me what happened? You’re not in trouble, I promise.”

The internal battle in Chase’s head was visible on his face as he went between telling on his friend and being upset with what House had done. “I… I was winning an’ then, um, House unplugged my controller a-an’ threw it away…” He mumbled. 

That’s what he thought. “Thank you for telling me.” He said gently, then he turned to House, who had finally turned around but was averting his eyes shamefully.

“House?”

“I didn’t wanna lose…” House grumbled, obviously embarrassed. Wilson didn’t think he would ever get used to just how open House’s face became when he was regressed, how every emotion was broadcasted loudly in his expression. Big-House wouldn’t be caught dead with his face that shade of red.

“I think you know what you did was wrong, don’t you?”

He didn’t get an answer.

“Alright. Well, I think we should spend a few minutes in timeout, and then when you’re ready, we can—“ Wilson was cut off by Chase’s hand grabbing his shirt. 

“Wait! I thought you said we weren’t in trouble?” He asked, looking confused and almost betrayed.

Wilson raised an eyebrow. Was he really defending House? He was certainly more sympathetic than Wilson would’ve been at this age. “You’re not in trouble, but House did something mean to you, and he needs to apologize.”

“Then he can just say sorry, right? He doesn’t need’a go to timeout, that’s not any fun!”

“Well…” He turned to House, who was obviously just as surprised as he was that Chase wasn’t happy to banish him to timeout for his crimes. “I guess so. House? Do you want to apologize?”

“I… I guess. I’m sorry, Robbie.”

“For?” Wilson prompted when House seemed to decide that was enough.

House huffed. “For knocking away your controller when you were winning.”

Chase smiled, all wrongdoings apparently forgiven. “Thank you!” He turned to Wilson, “Can we go back to playing now?”

He chuckled and stood up, ruffling Chase’s hair. “Sure. I’m proud of you boys, that was very good problem-solving. Now, is it over? Have we solved the world’s problems for the day?”

“Don’t forget our snacks!” House piped up, before freezing and smiling up at him sheepishly. “…Please.”

[the-flaming-nightmare]

Tagged by the wonderful @anewkindofme and @laneybishop89! 💛

I started writing a sickfic of Little!Nick with CGs Monroe and Rosalee back in August, but just haven't gotten the chance to finish it yet, so here's a snippet of that in hopes this'll get me to finish it soon lol:

Monroe quietly pushed open the door to his and Rosalee's bedroom, peeking his head inside and looking over at their bed, where their currently regressed Grimm was curled up asleep in the middle of the bed with his faithful fox plushy tucked under his chin.

Nick had woken during the middle of the night with a fever over 100 degrees and a very upset stomach. The poor pup had come into the married couple's room in tears just a bit past midnight, pajamas stained with sweat, urine, and vomit. Monroe ended up sitting in a cool bath with Nick, who in his feverish and small state of mind had refused to let go of him, while Rosalee took care of Nick's bedding and fixed him a sippy cup of Pedialyte along with a shot of Pepto and a fever reducer. Just from his scent alone, Monroe and Rosalee could tell that whatever their boy had wasn't a flu bug, but more than likely a bad case of food poisoning.

Even once Nick was clean and settled as comfortably as possible in their bed, it still took a good three hours for him to fall back to sleep. Fortunately, though, Nick had been able to stay asleep through the rest of the night and morning. It was nearing three in the afternoon, however, and as much as Monroe and Rosalee wanted to let him sleep, they needed to get more Pedialyte into him and try to get him to eat something so he could take another fever reducer.

With the reassurance that Nick was still safe and breathing, Monroe backed out and closed the door. He made his way back downstairs into the kitchen, where Rosalee was at the stove cooking a small batch of white rice. She looked up when he walked in, shooting him a tired smile before returning her gaze to the pot she was stirring.

"How is he?"

"Still sleeping like Varme Tyv in a hibernaculum," Monroe replied, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned up against the sink counter. "I knew there was something off about that new pizza place. Every time I passed by that place, I swear it reeked of unwashed hands and ingredients. Ugh, I should have tried harder to convince him not to go and take a homemade lunch instead." He exhaled a deep, heavy sigh of regret, uncrossing his arms and running his hands through his frayed brown locks.

Rosalee turned the burner off and moved the pot off the stovetop to cool. She walked up to him and slipped her hands into his, giving them a squeeze as she gazed up into his tired, warm eyes with a firm but kind look in her own.

"You can't blame yourself for this, Monroe. It's not anybody's fault but the people at that restaurant for not being more diligent with their work. And besides that, Nick is still an adult most of the time. We can advise him and make suggestions, but at the end of the day, we can't make decisions for him when he isn't regressed."

"I know, I know," Monroe groaned. "I just hate seeing him so miserable. And I hate how we can't do anything to make it better."

"We may not be able to make it better in an instant, but just by taking care of him and being there when he needs us like any sick kid does, we are doing something to help him feel better. He's gonna be okay. We've just gotta keep doing what we're doing."

As Rosalee spoke, the tension and guilt in Monroe's face and shoulders slowly began to seep out of him. He sighed again, but didn't sound as burdened as he did before.

"You're right. You're right. I just wish I could do something to take away all of his pain now."

"I know, honey. I do, too."

Rosalee leaned up and pressed a kiss to Monroe's lips, giving his hands one more squeeze before letting go.

Tagging (if you wanna): @angelique-of-the-volturi-guard, @nottapossum, @autisticalastor, @tomwise, @adhd-mess and anyone else who wants to join!

[searenbound]

Could we get an insecure little chubby reader and bakudeku? (Little as in little space lol) reader is acting a bit bratty and trying not to go into headspace even tho they need it/to?

I love that I get more little request now it makes me super happy that y’all like how I write littlespace.

Warnings: polyamory, non-sexual depiction of a cg/l relationship, mentioned fatphobia,

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader x Izuku Midoriya

Sometimes being partners with two pro heroes was difficult. Sometimes you worry for them and their safety, no matter how many times they assure you that they’re fine and always gonna come back to you.

Sometimes you wonder if they mean it and if coming back applied to other things, other people to be more exact.

(Yn) wasn’t stupid, they knew what people said about them. How fans would compare them to their partners colleagues. Point out how much fatter they were and how they couldn’t understand how two of the top heroes could be with them.

It was a lot. Normally they could ignore it, but it tends to chip away at you over time. Up until you’re just one dig away from crumbling.

Just one comment on how overly sensitive and childish someone found them and thought that their boyfriends could do better put them over the edge and they didn’t quite know why. It just hurts.

Made them want to push away from their comforts and try to be ‘better’ whatever that means.

It was one miserable week of trying to be more whatever better meant and their partners were kinda sick of it.

Of course if they were genuinely trying for the sake of their own health it’d be different, but this was clearly something else. They were pushing themselves to hard and to fast. It was time they stepped in and figured out what was actually going on.

“I’m fine, I just think I’ve outgrown it, wouldn’t you like it better if I acted my age anyways? And the diet is good! I need to lose weight anyways, I-” they tried to defend themselves. Hoping that they sound like they were genuine about their convictions but the concerned and disbelieving looks that they received said otherwise. That and Bakugou interrupting to actually say otherwise.

“You’re full of-” he started with a agitated tone and was quickly interrupted by Midoriya when (Yn) had flinched from the tone.

“Kacchan! There’s a better way of handling this” he scolded before turning back to (Yn) “Pup, you know that’s not how we feel right? Tell us what’s wrong ok? Daddy’s been worried sick about you and you know how he gets- ow Kacchan, don’t hit me! You were- y-you know how he gets when he’s worried”. He spoke in gentle coo, apart from the distraction of very embarrassed Bakugou taking it out on him, it was something that usually helps them slip when stressed, but they were fighting it this time.

“I told you, I’m fine! I don’t need you to do that anymore so just drop Izuku!” he sighed at the attitude looking to Bakugou for help. He was always better at dealing with it.

“You wanna say that again? You heard yourself right? Is that how you talk to us?” they blinked realizing they might of messed up and tried to walk it back but he wasn’t letting them “Ah, don’t even try, Papa tried being nice and letting you tell us what’s wrong but you wanted to yell at him instead?” “I-” “Here’s what’s gonna happen, your gonna get changed into those pajamas we got you, get one of your stuffies and a pacifier and we’re gonna take care of you, no buts, no ‘I don’t need to!’, you’re gonna let’s help you got it?”.

He spoke with the same stern tone he used with punishments and it had the desired effect. Running to hide behind Midoriya and complaining that he was being mean again, already starting to slowly slip into littlespace. “He’s just doing what he thinks is best Pup, let’s go get you changed ok? We’ll talk about the other stuff later when you feel better yeah?”