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Oki doki baby, let’s get our pumpkins ready! You can draw on your design, i think I’m going to give mine a wobbly smile and make him wink, how about yours? That’s an excellent idea! Wowie, I lov it! Now let me chop the top off and we can scoop it out. Eww, so sticky and stringy, huh baby? Do you like the goopy pumpkin insides? Ha ha, let’s wash our hands after it’s all out. Next step is to carve the faces, let me take care of that bit because the tools are very sharp and not for tiny tots, okay? Now look at that! What wonderful pumpkins, pick out a candle and I’ll get the lights! I think we did an excellent job on these baby, I can’t wait for Halloween night!
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Cg! Almond Cookie X Regressor! Reader
Cw: Age regression, small injury
It was a warm spring day, the sun shined down on your skin, giving you an energized and fulfilling feeling inside. Although, Almond preferred to stay in the shade.
Almond smiled as he watched you from the front porch, happily drawing on the sidewalk with some chalk. Switching between specific colors, making sure your chalk doodle was perfect. Almond looked down at his wrist watch; 2:58 P.M. “Ah, just about lunchtime.” Almond thought to himself.
“C’mon hun, it’s lunchtime!” Almond called out. You smiled and ran up to the front of the house to go back inside, but instead you tripped and fell on your knee.
You felt the sharp pain in your knee, and felt tears picking the edges of your eyes. Almond’s eyes widened as he hurried over to you.
“Sweetheart?! Are you alright?” Almond panted, observing your scraped knee. You began to cry, the pain from your scar overwhelming you.
“Shh shh sweetheart, it’ll be okay.” Almond reassured. He picked you up and brought you back inside, and sat you down on the couch.
“Papa will bring you a band-aid and a stuffie to help you feel better, okay little one?” Almond said, wiping your tears with his thumb. You sniffled and nodded.
Almond went upstairs, searched in his medicine cabinet and found some Neosporin and some cute patterned band-aids, which he bought just for you. He walked into your nursery, and picked up one of your favorite stuffies for you. Almond quickly walked back downstairs to tend to your little wound.
Almond handed you your stuffie, and smiled at the adorable sight of you hugging it so close. “Okay, this may hurt a little, but it’ll be over with before you know it, okay little one?” Almond said. “Just hold my hand and hug your stuffie close to you.”
Almond rubbed a bit of the Neosporin onto your scar, then quickly opened up the band-aid and pressed it onto the it. “There we go. Be sure to not mess with the band-aid, now.”
“Papa, will you kiss it better?” You asked softly. Almond smiled warmly. “Of course, little one.” Almond pressed a soft kiss to the band-aid-covered scar.
“Now, who’s hungry for some lunch, hm?”
I recently got a really bad scratch on my knee this weekend, so I was inspired to write this little thing!
Aaaa I wanna be taken care of by Almond so badly…
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