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adhdbisexualramblings · 10 months

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(Brief) CG!House headcanons cuz I just think he’s neat

-Will make up some inane story for everything you ask him. If you ask why he needs a cane, he’ll say something that is most definitely a lie and very obviously unbelievable, and when you call him out and say it’s not true he’ll pause and go “mmm…yeah, you’re right” and then blatantly lie again. This can go on for several hours.

-If you work for him at PPTH and you start slipping, he’ll let you sit in his office and maybe play with his tennis ball.

-He’s a good cook (canon), and will likely - probably - cook things for you if asked (not canon).

-Is better with older regressors, think 7-12.

-It goes without saying that he’s not the most caring caregiver out there. He’s more of a really close uncle cg than a father. He knows he’s not like his father, but…well, he doesn’t get as close to you as either of you would like.

-He bought a toy doctor’s kit just for the hell of it and occasionally plays with you. In the end, the “patient” has racked up a list of symptoms that likely mirror his current case.

-He also made a fake MRI machine out of cardboard that is used more frequently than you would expect.

-Isn’t really a nicknames sort of guy in general. He’ll usually call you by your first name (apart from the occasional “kid” or “kiddo”). Though he did call you “squirt” once semi-ironically.

-He’s not exactly gentle, but…quiet. If you need someone less crass at the moment, he’ll look you in the eye and speak in low tones that just border in soft.

-If you also have chronic pain, he’ll do whatever it takes to make you as comfortable as possible.

-He has a small box of your age regression things in his closet. Not all of them, but those deemed “most necessary”.

-Very tone-focused, especially for more sensitive or younger regressors. He’ll make it very obvious that he’s being sarcastic and very obvious that he’s being genuine and make his boundaries very obvious as well (hint: he’s better with older regressors because he, frankly, doesn’t have much energy to change diapers continuously.)

-Wilson can and has babysat for whenever a case is so much of a puzzle that House doesn’t want to leave it alone.

-On bad pain days, after work you’ll both sit down to watch either monster trucks or a movie of your choosing. If it’s a kids film he really will try to focus on it with you for ten minutes tops then focus on work again.

-He’ll accept any benign things you give him for the pain in his leg, even if they don’t work. He does, however, tell you that they won’t work.

-He makes it very clear that he’s a caregiver, not a regressor. He believes that age regression is a valid coping mechanism, but thinks and feels he’s too far gone for it to ever work for him. Also, he’s just fine staying miserable. Or so he tells himself.

#House MD #agere headcanons #House md agere #Caregiver Greg House #caregiver headcanons #sfw agere #this show has me in a chokehold #House plus age regression is very very intriguing to me

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everyone-is-emptyy · 1 year

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aew-kun-age-regression · 7 months

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Fictional agere challenge

Day 3: a ship you hc as regressor x caregiver.

Gregory House and James Wilson - House MD

#fictionalagerechallenge #agere blog #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #sfw little post #little space #agere little #aewlittlerambles #sfw little community #aewlittlemoodboards #house agere #house md agere #caregiver!james wilson #little!gregory house #regressor!gregory house

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januscorner · 1 month

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Agere Caregiver Willow

💚💚💚 💚x💚 💚💚💚

Fictional agere challenge! Day 2: A character you hc as a caregiver

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welcome-to-the-sandbox · 7 days

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⋆˚࿔ Gregory House 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

જ⁀➴✮⋆˙ Dr. House as a caregiver!

જ⁀➴✮⋆˙ Often takes his little to work, probably against their will.

જ⁀➴✮⋆˙ If his little got fatally sick from a contagious patient, he’d put them before his co-workers, his patient, even himself to get them the care they need.

જ⁀➴✮⋆˙ Refuses to take pills or injections in front of his little unless he’s tryin to show them that their own medicine isn’t anything to be afraid of taking. Shots aren’t so scary to take, and pills aren’t that bad to swallow.

જ⁀➴✮⋆˙ Gribbet! Gribbet, gribbet!/ref House is a very good playmate! Playing pretend family? He’s perfected playing the mom! Plushie tea party? He doesn’t have a plushie of his own, but he’ll slap googly eyes on his cane and pretend it counts!

જ⁀➴✮⋆˙ Of course he takes his little with him on clinic duty! They’re his little assistant/little consultant! And of course he has to ask them for a “second opinion” every single time! His little makes clinic duty that little bit easier to deal with.

જ⁀➴✮⋆˙ Gives his little the portable gaming device he sometimes carries whenever they get bored.

જ⁀➴✮⋆˙ House is 100% willing to give his cane to his little so that they can go and trip someone if they really wanted to.

જ⁀➴✮⋆˙ He’s blunt, but he’ll dumb stuff down for his little in the nicest way he possibly can—which, knowing House, probably isn’t much, but he tries.

જ⁀➴✮⋆˙ Asks his little for a hug whenever his leg pain gets bad.

જ⁀➴✮⋆˙ House will give his little a “special” prescription bottle full of candy and tells them to take a few “pain meds” whenever their feelings are hurt. If he sees them take a “pill”, he’ll ask if they feel any better. If the answer is yes, the “meds” worked and he’ll leave them alons. If the answer is no, he’ll ask if they want a “cure-all” hug instead.

#fictional caregiver #caregiver headcanons #caretaker headcanons #dr house #gregory house #dr gregory house #doctor house #doctor gregory house

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thecrowcorner · 1 month

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hadn’t colored or watched bear in the big blue house in so long, but i had so much fun! (also, i realized i never posted my moon jellycat, so here’s that too!)

#—︎ crow corner posts ☁️#agere #sfw little blog #sfw littlespace #age regression #sfw agere #jellycat #sfw caregiver #agere community #age regressor #bear in the big blue house #age re safe space

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jimmywilsonschutzpah · 7 months

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Wilson goes out on TWO DATES with someone and he calls her his girlfriend. SIR WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??

#you’re WORSE than a uhaul lesbian i swear to god #house md #james wilson #talking about S5E19 #he met her at the psych ward where danny was hospitalized #HOW DO YOU HAVE TIME OR MENTAL SPACE TO SMOOZE A CAREGIVER THERE??#this man has ISSUES #grey thoughts

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cavinginhisfvce · 1 year

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Little!Billy

Sweet Baby Billy gets the cuddles and affection he deserves.

Flurries of snow fell to the ground as Billy trudged up the walkway to Steve's house, the air was harsh when he breathed in.

He wasn't sure which hurt more, the sting of his steadily bruising ribs, or the cold, sharp intakes of breath. It didn't matter in the end, because everything just hurt, his body was alight with different aches on a good day.

Today wasn't a good day, the aches were replaced by searing pain, an unfortunate side effect of discussions with his father.

Neil was pissed at Billy because Susan gave Max permission to spend the weekend with her nerd squad. Despite having nothing to do with his step-mothers decision, Billy still found himself on the receiving end of Neil's anger. It was better him than her or Max, at least that's what he told himself as his dad rounded on him, swiftly knocking the air out of his body.

He was demanding Billy bring Max back home, however Billy had no intentions of doing so.

It didn't matter if Max came home today, or Sunday, because in the end; it was Billy who would end up bloody and broken, so he opted out of ruining her weekend and subsequently his own any further than Neil already had.

This meant he couldn't go home for the next few days as well, leaving him with nowhere to escape the storm that was rapidly picking up momentum.

There was one place, though. One place he was always welcomed, always safe.

This is what landed him at Steve's front door, his eye was swollen shut, the right side of his face aches and burns from where his father's wedding ring undoubtedly made a gash, if the dried blood on his jacket was any indication. He should've called first, or even texted.

Max and her friends were probably all in Harrington's den, playing that fucking fantasy game that she claimed was stupid, but he had found her learning more about in free time.

Any other time, Billy would've gone anywhere besides where Max was, especially with his face busted. Not to mention her nosy friends, but this time was different. He had nowhere else to go, not that he'd choose to be anywhere else.

When he finally gathered the courage to knock, the door swung open and revealed a smiling Steve Harrington, though said smile quickly dropped as he took in Billy's appearance, his warm hands reaching out to pull the younger boy into the familiar household.

Before the door had fully clicked shut, Billy was letting himself fall into Steve's embrace, a welcomed fog creeping into his mind as the other wrapped his arms around Billy.

"Hey, Sweet Boy...I've got you…" That was all it had taken for Billy to dissolve into a heap of silent tears, his face pressed into the crook of Steve's shoulder, as he breathed in his boyfriend’s comforting scent.

It didn't take a genius to figure out Billy's father hurt him again, Steve could feel the anger shimmering inside of him, but he forced it down in favor of comforting the boy in his arms.

Billy had all but molded their bodies together with a pained whimper, his face pressing into the crook of Steve's neck.

Soft sniffles could be heard as Steve guided the smaller boy to the couch, his body shaking from the cold or maybe something else; Steve couldn't pinpoint.

It had taken Billy a while, but his tears eventually subsided.

He was situated in Steve's lap, wrapped in a fuzzy throw blanket as the elder rubbed soothing circles along his back; burrowing closer, he hid his face in Steve's neck with a small whine.

A whine. Steve knew that meant Billy had dropped, which would explain why the blond was attempting to turn their two bodies into one. It wasn't unusual for Billy in his regular headspace, he just approached cuddling differently. In little space, Billy was quick to manhandle Steve to get the position he wanted, but outside of it, he would just stare at Steve until the elder boy got the hint.

"Hurts, Dada." Another whine left the boy, his fingers painfully curled into the fabric of the latter's shirt. Steve was quick to run a hand up the boy's back, softly cooing as he buried his nose into Billy's curls, "I know, baby. Can Daddy get up to get you some medicine?" Billy immediately shook his head hysterically, a small cry bubbling from his lips, "N-no, Daddy. C-can't leave Billy-Bee!"

Steve would gently shush Billy, his tone soft. "I'm not gonna go anywhere without you, Sweet Boy. You can always come with me." Billy looked up at Steve with watery eyes, his bottom lip wobbling, "B-Billy go wit' Daddy?"

Steve would hurriedly nod his head, and scoop Billy into his arms the moment his own feet hit the ground.

Billy's arms wrap around his Caregivers neck as he moves to bury his face in the crook of Steve's neck once more.

It wasn't the easiest task, but eventually Billy was cleaned up, all evidence of a run in with his father washed away by soft kisses to his nose and cheeks, and the sting of antiseptics. Obviously, his eye was still swollen, angry reds and purples covering smooth skin. His lip, while no longer bleeding, posed the all too real threat of opening back up.

It wasn't until he had Billy dressed in a pair of fuzzy pajama pants and an oversized sweater, his pacifier dangling dangerously from his lips, that the kids had finally trailed out the den to find Steve and demand food.

They found him rummaging through the freezer.

When Max's eyes landed on Billy, she immediately gasped and rushed over to him, her hand gently reaching out to cup his bruising cheek. His lack of resistance informed her that her brother had dropped, something she'd only witnessed twice since their parents had married. She didn't have a chance to speak before Billy was clinging to her, mindlessly nuzzling against her shoulder. "H-Hi, Maxie! D-daddy is makin' dinos!" To say Max was confused was an understatement, but she knew better than to let it show, if she'd learned anything about Littles in school, it was that their emotions were often a mess, and any signs of discomfort would weigh heavily on them. "Oh, really? Stevie knows how to make the best nuggets!" This had Billy nodding as he peered up at Max, his blue eyes wide and shining with an innocence she'd never known her abrasive older brother to have.

"N-not Stevie! D-daddy!" He spoke slowly, as if to emphasize that Max had called Steve by the wrong name, but a giggle followed his words. "He's your Daddy, Bubba. He's Stevie to us."

"Uh, what the fuck?" It was Mike who spoke, his confusion clear as day. Immediately Max whipped her head around to glare at him, her fiery locks all but slapping her in the face, "don't curse in front of him, idiot!"

At that, Billy giggled again, a finger pointed at Mike as he spoke, "i-idiot!" His smile after was so big, so warm, that neither Max nor Steve made any move to correct him, both in fact just let out a coo, ignoring the sounds of indignation from Mike.

The kids were all learning about Classification in school, though only Will had ever met a Little. His brother was a Little, but it wasn't often he saw him regressed. He was usually with Nancy.

They were all shocked to learn Billy Hargrove was a Little, but the shock wore off the moment Billy began doling out nicknames for his new 'Fwends".

Mike was Mickey, and when asked why the boy simply declared that he didn't like Mickey Mouse, and he didn't like Mike. Mike was upset, but quickly got over it when Billy gave him one of his nuggets.

Lucas was Lu-Lu. Billy seemed proud of himself for the name, especially when Lucas beamed at him, and reached over to high five him, stating the name fit him perfectly.

Dustin was Bunny, because he looked "'xactly like a Bunny! Jus' a Dust Bunny!" No one had the heart to tell him that dust bunnies didn't look like actual bunnies, especially with the way his blue eyes seemed to shine with something akin to pride.

Will was dubbed Bee-Bee, once Billy had learned they shared the same name and had then decided they needed a similar nickname.

Jane was simply Janey, but she had adored hearing the name from Billy, a lisp to his words when he called out to her.

Naturally, Max had become Maxie, but no one was surprised as he had yelled it upon seeing her.

Instead of returning to their game, everyone spilled into the living room, where Steve put on The Nightmare Before Christmas, and scooped Billy up into his arms, much to the displeasure of Dustin who had been curled up with Billy's head on his lap.

"Get your own Little, this one is mine." He punctuated his words by tightening his arms around Billy's waist.

"Don't be an ass, Steve! You see him this way all the time."

From his place on Steve's lap, Billy peered up at Dustin and gasped, "N-no say that, D-daddy is not ass!"

Steve was torn between scolding the boy for cursing, and praising him for his quick defense. He hadn't needed to do either before Max was ruffling Billy's hair, cooing her own praise, and Jane was gently reminding him he shouldn't use bad words.

Dustin silently apologized to both Steve and the regressed boy, the latter leaning over to hug him in acceptance.

It was clear that Billy was tactile in his headspace, which came as no surprise to The Party as they knew Billy's father wasn't the warmest person.

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