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lullabytaeyong · 9 months

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Pretty Boy - R!Kai

Tw: Angst, Insecurities, Crying

All by himself, lonely in the dark, Huening Kai sat on the bathroom floor with his knees pulled up. He was spiraling again, which usually led to him feeling small. After forcing himself to appear in a livestream on a day where his confidence was low, he was wrapped up in leftover insecurities. He saw some comments whiz by about the length of his hair looking weird, and how he looked too pale and sickly. They contradicted the strict beauty standard of their country. How could he look too pale when they layered filters upon filters on photos to change their complexions to that very tone?

No matter what, Kai felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb compared to those around him. He had a unique combination of European and Eastern Asian genetics that gave him his thinner eyes, but prominent nose. He carried his weight differently than his members did and felt like his face was too squared. There wasn’t anything to really be insecure about. He was called beautiful by their fans all the time. They compared him to magical entities that only existed in fairytales, gods and goddesses, royalty, and cute animals. On good days he could see what they meant with certain photos, but on bad days, his internal dialogue instantly denied it. He didn’t look like a princess.

So, waking up uncomfortable in his own skin and reading unkind comments brought him to where he was. Kai didn’t want to wake Taehyun with his dramatics, so he chose to cry in the bathroom over their bedroom. The bathmat was his seat and the toilet paper his tissues. He wasn’t crying because he thought he was ugly, he was crying because what if the millions of people staring at him all day did. The thought of so many people having their own opinions on his appearance churned his stomach. It wasn’t in his control to make them think he’s good looking, or convince them of so. He couldn’t fit into every beauty at the same time. He couldn’t be perfect.

Fat frustrated tears rolled down his round cheeks and plopped on his knees. He took unsteady breaths through his mouth to keep his sniffling down to a minimum. The art of silent crying, he liked to call it. Although, he usually did that when he didn’t want to be found out. When he needed space to just feel. Right now, he didn’t want to be alone. He didn’t want to suffer in silence. His anxieties kept him stuck to the ground, because what if no one wanted to comfort him? What if he annoyed them?

Kai whimpered in the back of his throat and hugged his legs tighter. He couldn’t calm down. The anguish continued pouring out of him like a volcanic eruption blew up inside his head. It was never ending. With all the negative emotions consuming him, Kai’s subconscious started taking over. It was too much and he couldn’t take it anymore. Without his realizing, Kai’s thinking patterns shifted. His vocabulary simplified, and all he could comprehend was that he felt ugly. He didn’t want to be ugly.

“Wanna be pretty…!” He whined into a partial sob. People called him pretty when he had makeup and glitter on. He can still make himself pretty.

Kai scrambled to his feet and turned on the dimmest light in the bathroom before starting to rummage through the cabinet and drawers underneath the sink. They kept some makeup in a plain bag that their stylists left with them in case they needed it to cover up blemishes before going out. Yeonjun even had a single eyeshadow palette that Kai had seen him play around with in the past. It was pink and had a dozen different shades ranging from nudes to peachy pinks and oranges. Kai’s hands fumbled with a box of qtips and he finally found it.

In a rush, he dumped everything out on the floor and flipped over different products to see what they were. He took the eyeshadow first, then an old lip gloss, and some blush. Then he shot up and stared at his reflection in the mirror. His lip trembled and he put down his things to wipe at his eyes. He was crying harder, now, facing the onslaught of insecure thoughts head on.

“Pretty. Gonna be pretty.” Kai mumbled to himself, sniffing his runny nose loudly and opening the eyeshadow. He looked down at the mess he made for a brush, but they didn’t have one. Why didn’t they have one?!

Kai wanted to scream, but instead, he took his finger and rubbed it into the shimmery light pink pigment and smeared it across his eyelid. Hopeful that he would like what he saw, Kai quickly did the other eye and looked at his work. It didn’t do anything. His eyes were still red and puffy, filled with tears that burned. He didn’t look elegant or happy, like the color was supposed to make him feel. An uncontrolled cry slipped past his lips and he went for another color. Kai was reminded of the comment about his skin tone when he smudged a peachy color over the pink and saw his cheeks.

All the bumping around, whining and murmuring created a noticeable commotion that reached Soobin and Beomgyu’s ears. They were both awake, going down a youtube rabbit hole of obscure documentaries together in bed. Kai wasn’t trying to be quiet anymore, but he also wasn’t aware of all the noise he was making.

“What’s all that about?” Beomgyu muttered, pressing the spacebar to pause the video playing on his laptop.

“Cause I’d obviously know sitting right next to you.” Soobin teased and rolled his eyes.

“Shut up you big dummy.” Beomgyu retorted, sliding out of bed to investigate. He wandered out of the room and heard Soobin get up to follow him. Together they followed the sound down the hall and stopped outside the bathroom door when they heard a clatter against the tiles. It was followed by Kai’s distinct whimpering hiccup noises that he made when he cried.

“Kai?” Beomgyu called quietly, tapping the door with his knuckles. Nothing, just more whimpering.

“Should we open the door?” Soobin whispered, concerned for the maknae. Beomgyu moved out of the way and offered up his spot, as if to say, “it’s your problem if it goes wrong, not mine.”

Another clattering sound, this time louder like something had been thrown, and Soobin swung open the door without a second thought. Kai was leaning over the sink, like he was about to fall through the mirror, rubbing something on his wet cheeks. He didn’t acknowledge the now open door and wept at his reflection, mixing his tears with the blush on his fingertips. There was a scattered mess of small black and clear containers by his feet that they recognized as makeup. Soobin and Beomgyu tilted their heads at each other.

“Kai-ah, what are you doing?” Beomgyu asked. He kept his tone unaccusatory and cautiously took a step into the bathroom.

“Jus’ wanna be pretty!” Kai sobbed. His pain radiated off of him in an aura that hit Soobin and Beomgyu like a truck. Kai was a deeply emotional person. Whatever he felt showed, even if he didn’t mean for it to. His words added to the sudden drop in mood in Soobin and Beomgyu’s hearts.

“Sweetheart…” Soobin said softly. He watched Kai pull his hands away from his cheeks and judge his reflection, dropping to the floor in a puddle of tears when he still didn’t see anything he liked.

“Hey, come here. Shhhh, it’s okay.” Beomgyu soothed lovingly, crouching and wrapping his arms around him. Kai clung to his shirt and wept into his chest. He was overwhelmed by so many emotions that he couldn’t even begin to explain why they found him the way they did.

Soobin chewed his lip and decided to grab a washcloth to run under some running water. He mixed a gentle makeup remover into it and knelt down next to the pair. Kai was close to working himself up into hysterics at this point. He had to intervene in order to help calm him down.

“Baby, can I wash your face for you? We don’t want you getting anything in your eyes.” Soobin asked, rubbing Kai’s back with his empty hand. Kai hated the idea, but turned around anyway, because deep down he knew that leaving the mess on his face would have its consequences.

“Oh, my sweet boy.” Soobin cooed, as he carefully rubbed the makeup off Kai’s eyes. “You’re just as pretty without makeup, as you are with makeup. You’re such a pretty boy. There’s no need to worry.”

“Uglyy!” Kai sobbed into the cloth. Soobin cupped his pink covered cheek and pouted, rubbing away some of the color.

“That’s not true.” He reassured. It was always hard to see Kai unsatisfied with his appearance, because there wasn’t a magic button he could push to make it all go away. Soobin also understood that in time Kai’s self esteem would build back up. He was just having a moment.

“Why didn’t you come get us when you started feeling down?” Beomgyu asked, pulling Kai into his lap.

“D-Didn’t want Dada to hate me.” Kai almost whispered, blinking out another tear.

“Baby, I love you so, so much! I want you to come to me when you’re sad or angry. Especially, when you feel little. I didn’t know you were until you said ‘Dada.’” Soobin said.

“Beomie loves you, Taehyunnie loves you, and Yeonjunnie hyung loves you. We know it’s hard and scary, but you can trust us.“ He continued on. Kai nodded sadly. He was listening to Soobin’s words, but he was distracted by the thought of all the pretty glitter being gone from his eyes. He knew he was loved, he appreciated the reminder, but he was fixated on his appearance.

“Let’s get something to drink and go hangout on the couch, hm?” Beomgyu suggested after waiting awhile for Kai to respond, but realizing he was spacing out.

Soobin and Beomgyu managed to convince Kai to settle down in the living room and got him his favorite sippy cup filled with cold water, and a small snack. The plastic felt familiar in his hands. It chilled his hands and face when he nuzzled it, magically calming his nervous system. His tears finally stopped and he stayed silently cuddled up to Beomgyu’s side, tracing the stars printed on his pajama pants. Soobin doted on him by combing his knotted hair, humming quietly, and praising him for drinking his water. It sent him deeper into his headspace, the softer side of it he felt safer in.

“You’re being such a good boy for me. I’m almost done.” Soobin cooed after successfully detangling a snarl in his hair.

“Beomie…Ponyo, please.” Kai requested timidly, poking his thigh. Beomgyu smiled down at him and nodded.

Of course he was going to watch Ponyo with baby Kai. It was one of the maknaes favorites to put on when he was feeling small. He enjoyed having it play on the tv while he dressed up his Julie doll, or painted with watercolors. Yeonjun appreciated it more than little Beomgyu’s favorite, Frozen. Those songs drove him mad.

“Dada watch.” Kai said, batting at Soobin’s hands by the side of his head. He heard him chuckle and felt an exaggerated smooch get planted on the crown of his head.

“I’m watching, baby.”

The movie played out, the long opening credits feeling like a lifetime. When Ponyo showed up on screen in her underwater world, Kai giggled to himself and grinned. She was his favorite character. He thought she was cute and funny, and always filled the room with laughter when she was turning human and looked like a weird chicken.

“Pretty.” Kai pointed at the tv, watching Ponyo float up on a jellyfish. Soobin shared a glance with Beomgyu and nuzzled his nose into Kai’s hair.

“You’re our pretty boy, sweetheart.” He smiled. Kai blushed and did a little wiggle, hiding his face briefly in Beomgyu’s shirt.

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littletxt · 2 years

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hii can u write one where little!kai keeps having accidents and mommy!reader has to put him in diapers/pull ups and he’s become very fussy/upset over it? bonus if little!beomgyu (or another member) teases him for it and they get disciplined for it

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GENDER-NEUTRAL | Diapers/Accidents

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They’re Pull-Ups!

Hueningkai had always had a problem. Wherever he went, whoever he met; being told he was pure, innocent, childlike even was never uncommon. And though some thought it would, it hadn’t stopped once he became an adult. Like most people in the industry, he was forced grow up much faster than he should have. The stress didn’t seem to be as much as people made it sound. It was easy. Shut down, cry in the bathroom. It was fine.

No matter how fast they pressed on his inner child, part of him still held on. It manifested in bits after their debut. Finally, he was allowed a little freedom, space to breathe. The small collection of plushies he kept, the only bit of his innocence they allowed to be left behind, it grew astronomically. And though part of him had died, still he was called pure, cute, innocent. Childlike.

And so he embraced it. It was part of his brand, who he was as an idol. But after long, the cutesy childlike act didn’t feel like an act anymore. The perfect escape. He learned he could get away with acting as childish and as immature as he wanted sometimes, being babied by his Hyungs as long as he did his best. Self-soothing turned heavenly escape. Sometimes it would come on stronger than others, feeling hazy and spaced out, those times were the best if he was just with his Hyungs. They’d tease sometimes but all the time they’d give love to their baby Hueka.

It wasn’t until after he met you he learned what it was. Everything made sense once you’d expanded his vocabulary with Age Dreaming and Age Regression. You helped him tap into it further, he didn’t always remember those first few times he unlocked babyspace but when he became more conscious again he felt like he was floating. Thankfully he was less at risk of fully regressing since he learned to control his age dreaming so much, becoming his neutral, his normal, but that didn’t always mean he was responsible or immune to the teetering. That carefreeness became a problem when he leaned older, becoming cocky and forming a habit of ignoring his bladder until it was too late. Accidents from not making it to the potty in time, even bed wetting, everything was getting out of hand. Why would today be any different?

The urge came again when he was playing one of his favorite video games with little Beomie who was fully regressed. The others felt confident stepping away if they needed to because Kai could only regress with the help of someone else and preferred his age dreaming anyways. If they needed help, Kai would call.

It began as a little tickle, shooting from his tummy to his groin. But he was so close to winning, he decided to shake it off, slamming his thumbs down on the buttons. He played ruthlessness against baby Beomie who was none the wiser, having fun regardless. It was the only time he could beat his gaming-god-Hyung. Two rounds later and it had already been an hour.

The squirming increased greatly by now. Muttering to himself about that extra sippy cup of apple juice he’d had, Hyuka took his Molang and squished it between his thighs, hoping the pressure would help. But it only got worse. To the point that baby Gyuie noticed his younger counterpart, losing the game with his controller clenched tightly in his hand as he rocked back and forth, unknowingly assuring his impending doom.

“Hyuka…”, Beomie noticed the signs, the accidents had become a big talk around the dorm, even his Appa had talked about him diapers as a precaution. Growing alarmed, Beomie called out, “APPA!!!”

“Nonononono”, whining Hyuka shook his head rapidly, not wanting to get in trouble.

Yeonjun stepped into the living room unsuspectingly wondering what was going on, though his baby bear being loud was nothing new. Once he spotted Kai’s current state, his eyes bulged out of his head before an exasperated sigh slipped his lips. It had gotten to that point.

“Hyuka…Y/n, you’d better come here.”, peeking over his shoulder, you weren’t far behind carrying a laundry basket containing freshly dried sheets from this very issue. Dropping the basket right on Yeonjun’s feet, unleashing an overdramatic yowl from his throat while you scampered to Hyuka’s side.

“Ningie, baby. Take a deep breath and stand up slowly okay??”, holding out your hands you spoke to him cautiously, trying to get him to settle his movements.

“Can’t!”, shaking his head even more violently, his eyes filled like puddles, rain threatening to flood them over.

“Firstly, stop moving. You’re pushing on your tummy and it’s gonna make you go.”

Immediately he froze, legs still twitching as he panted, trying to control his bladder.

Nodding your praise, you pulled his plushy slowly from him, placing it on the couch so you could offer your hands again.

Hovering nearby like the good uncle he was, Yeonjun was a millisecond from launching Hyuka over his shoulder and carrying him to the bathroom himself. Not far himself, Beomie watched in amusement. It was Kai-ya’s fault, of course.

Whimpering as your stern eye demanded his attention, he let you pull him to his feet. Stumbling like a baby dawn, Hyuka could hardly take a step, squeezing his tights together tightly in fear of wetting his favorite shorts.

“Oh for f***’s sake.”, Yeonjun stomped over, but just as he began to squat ready to throw the 4-year-old [trapped in a 6'0 tall man’s body] over his shoulder. Hyuka made an awful noise. Some Frankenstein of a gasp and a yelp ripped through his throat as he burst, flooding his shorts in an instant, leaking down his legs onto the carpeted floor.

“Eww!! Hyuka no!!”, Beomie crawled away hurriedly and you could only sigh, your eyes falling shut.

Tears finally pooling down his cheeks, Kai looked at you apologetically, fearing your anger more than the perpetual embarrassment he would feel later on.

“I’ll get Taehyun. I’m not cleaning this up alone again.”, huffing, Yeonjun retreated down the hall to fetch his band mate.

“Sorry, sorry.”, forcing himself to be big, he used the back of his hands to wipe his tears, his wet legs trembling now that they’d gone cold. Beomie had one thing right. These accidents were at least a little bit on Hyuka and if he was going to have accidents and not go potty like a baby, he would be treated as such.

“Come.”

Stepping from from the icky, soggy, wet spots on the carpet, he followed you to the bathroom, eyes glued to the floor, rubbing his hands together ashamedly.

Helping him peel his clothes off you got him in the bath, you stepped away to start the laundry as well as grab him some new clothes and a little something extra for your little baby Ningning.

Once he was clean and sulky as he let you dry him off, he glanced to the pile of clothes on the bathroom counter. Spotting one of his favorite green onesies he absolutely twinkled, wiggling his toes until he saw what lay atop it. He knew that pattern. You’d bought them as a precaution for his age sliding but he couldn’t stand them. Hyuka wasn’t that much of a baby! He was a big boy and he didn’t need diapies anymore!!

But before he could whine or fuss further, you shut him down. There was no way you could let him go diaperless around the dorm while he age dreamed if these accidents were going to keep happening.

“I’m not changing my mind, Hyuka.”, you spoke sternly, picking it up from the counter, you’d been so soft on him and it hadn’t seemed to be working. Throwing himself on the floor with a wail he kicked himself away from you until his back hit the back of the tub. An act you’d never witnessed from your little one. Mischievous and occasionally whiny sure, but bratty was never a word you’d used to describe him.

“Kai Kamal-“, you whispered, nearly snapping then. Taking a deep breath you spoke slowly, “You keep having accidents, baby… you know we gotta do this. At least until you can stay dry.”

“Noooo!! I can do it by myself!”, he cried. Everyone would know he was in these stupid diapers, it was bad enough that he couldn’t hold it in front of his Hyungs, but the diapers again? Watching you kneel to caress his cheek, he relaxed a bit, feeling your sincerity.

“I just gotta stay dry??”, he asked, letting you wipe his tears.

“If you can go on the potty and stay dry in your diapies until you go back to work on Monday, no more diapies. I promise.”, you held out your pinky. Gratified, he locked his with yours he leaned into your hug, accepting his fate.

Finally allowing you to dress him, pull-up diaper and all, he was allowed back in the living room where Taehyun had just finished power cleaning that spot on the floor.

“No one here until it dries. Thank god the manager made us buy this.”, Taehyun grunted as he lifted up the carpet cleaner and carried it to a closet.

All seemed well until Beomie noticed the way that Kai sheepishly waddled much more than normal, the puffiness of his bottom and the little crinkling noises. Nearly keeling over into a fit of laughter, he reached to poke at Hyuka’s bottom.

"Hyuka is just a dumb baby!! Even I can go to the potty!!"

"Gyuie, baby.", your voice drops, a warning tone in each syllable of your words.

"But he has to wear diapers!!", he defended.

"They're pull ups..", pouting Hyuka, hugged himself tightly and drifted to the edge of the room, wanting to disappear into himself. It was just as he thought.

Placing yourself in front of Beomie who was seated comfortably on the couch, you kneeled to his level, waiting for him to hold eye contact with you.

“You saw how upset Ningie was when he had an accident, didn’t you?”, you questioned. Nodding, his brows twitched once then twice as he thought about the words you were saying.

“Do we like it when your bubby is sad??”, spoke calmly, letting your question sink in. Empathy was a a very important skill for babies to have. And though Beomgyu was very empathetic, sometimes when he regressed, that playful part of him seemed to ignore that all together.

Shaking his head, his hair fluffed around as he pressed his lips together in a frown. He never wanted bubby Ningie to be sad.

“Then why are we saying mean words?? You’ve had accidents, haven’t you, Gyuie.”

Looking away, he couldn’t seem to meet your eyes, knowing he must be feeling just as embarrassed as Hyuka was.

“I don’t think that Gyuie would be very happy in Diapers, would you?”, you raised.

“Nuh!”, he exclaimed, sitting up straight in his seat.

“Well, I think your Appa would also agree that Beomie should also spend the night in a diapie just to make it fair. That way you can understand what our Ningie is going through.”, you ruffled his hair, it messing down over his eyes as he pouted, peaking through to look for his Appa. Yeonjun had appeared from the hallway and stood with his arm around Hyuka, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“Come on, little man.”

The decision to put Beomie in diapers seemed to backfire on Yeonjun. Starting off nice with him refusing to put pants on, insisting he show off the pink shiny material along with the cutest teddy bear pattern he’d ever seen. Now Gyuie didn’t always like ‘girly’ things, but it was pink! His favorite! And it had little bears just like him! And the crinkle noise, Beomie finally found a new way to irritate his Appa and he was having the time of his life, forgetting about his game and wreaking havoc on the dorm and all of his Hyungs instead. So, Hyuka was short a gaming buddy, settling instead for some after cuddles and his favorite movie.

"Are you still dry baby??", you asked two hours later from your spot cuddled up against his back, after he’d finished another sippy of apple juice. Nodding against you he nuzzled your arm and squeezed his molangie to his chest. After dinner, though, you decided it was time for a potty break. Despite the instant denies from your little one saying he really didn’t need to go, and as embarrassing as it was, he went along with you anyways. After sitting for a few minutes he mumbled something, picking at his nails.

“What, baby?”, you set your phone down and leaned against the wall across from him.

“Sorry…”

“I know, sweetheart. You just gotta start going potty when you need to go, baby.”, you offered a reassuring smile, appreciating that he really was sitting here with you try to get control of his bladder again. Smiling he nodded, and finally went on the potty.

“Hey! Look at that! Good boy!”, you grabbed up his flustered face and pressed a kiss to his head before poking your head out the bathroom door.

“Hyuka went on the potty!!”, you yelled down the hall. After the week everyone had had with their accident prone HueningKai, it was a miracle.

Cheers and shouts of ‘good job Hueningie!’ came from both directions, but Kai only pouted and blushed, frustrated.

“Why’d you tell we everyone?!”, he whined again, your whiny baby. Why would you?

“Because I’m proud.”, and you knew, this little family of yours, they were all proud of him too.

“I hear you finally went, Hueningie?”, Soobin poked his head in the door. It was nothing he hadn’t seen before.

“Hyung!!!”, Hyuka moved to try to cover whatever he could but he didn’t know whether to cover his face or his body so he just curled up on himself and tried to get his pull-up on not-so-gracefully.

“The wolf finally emerges from the den after all the chaos?? You missed dinner.”, you chuckled, standing and helping Hyuka wash his hands like he liked you to.

“It’s been a long week! I was catching up on sleep. I’m sorry my Hueningie. Do you forgive Hyung?”, Soobin pouted, definitely getting defensive. But Kai was glad to be minus one extra pair of eyes for another incident. Once you dried his hands, he pouted right back at his Hyung.

“Awww. Come here my GumNing.”, Soobin held out his arms lowering himself and hugging his gum tighter than he might like.

“Hyungggg!!”, Hyuka groaned, squirming around.

“I like your diaper.”, Soobin giggled lowly letting him escape.

“They’re not diapies! They’re pull-ups!”

🧸End note: sorry for the wait! this turned out long 💀 It’s nice to finally be getting to these requests after so long (months 🥲) hello to my new followers and thank you for staying with me to my old. This is my first time writing little!txt in diapers and going further in depth with accidents. I’d love to get some feedback on this. 💕

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jwcnsz · 2 years

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i just want y’all to know i write little!enhypen, little!txt, AND little!lesserafim. i take requests!!

#rica’s thoughts 💭#rica’s asks 💌#little!txt #little!enhypen #little!lesserafim #i’m the first to ever use that tag #sobs

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fadeintoyou1993 · 2 months

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happy laura palmer asparagus for dinner again does this mean i'll never grow up february 23rd to all those who celebrate

#txt #dale cooper #twin peaks #scheduled this in august . a little treat

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petewentzwombtattoo · 3 months

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#my chemical romance #mcr #mcr5 #gerard way #mikey way #ray toro #frank iero #listen i will wait until the end of time for mcr5. but im allowed to bully them a little bit #.txt

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idolomantises · 2 months

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they had an enemies to lovers thing going on tbh

#txt #i still plan to draw them... some day... kissing....#and a little bit of wireplayWHO SAID THAT

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ponysweet · 3 months

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all these mlp horror aus coming out about diseases turning you into like monsters/zombies/ect when there's literally a disease/plant in mlp that slowly turns you into a tree after you get sick. then that tree produces the same flowers that infect ponies. and nobody has used that yet (to my knowledge!)

#.txt #that's all these are reminding me of #mlp #my little pony #like the picture of the pony morphing into a tree? and the legs becoming roots?#it's right there

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kitty-agere-fics · 5 months

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absolutely adorable one for little tyunnie🥺 i hope you don’t mind but i’ll probably send in little!txt requests because i really can’t find anyone doing them much anymore :(

for now, can i request little tyun having a meltdown with cg reader please!

-🥨 anon

Hello again! I hope you enjoy!

Accidents Happen

Request Info - - - - Masterlist

Little!Taehyun, CG!Reader

TW: mention of self-harm, meltdown

if I ever miss a TW, let me know, please

Semi-proofread (I typed it onto my laptop from my notebook and corrected as I went, probably missed stuff.)

You were relaxing on the couch when you heard the front door open. You quickly went over to greet Taehyun. Just looking at him, it was obvious that there is something wrong. Taehyun had silent tears running down his cheeks and his hands were shaking. His head was bowed, his eyes trained on the floor.

"Tyun? Are you alright?" You ask him gently. His head snaps up and he nods slightly. His eyes are wide and nervous. He was fighting regression, you could tell.

"Hey, Y/N-ie. I'm fine," he smiles at you. After a moment, he steps forward and hugs you tightly. He buries his head into you shoulder, his teanrs soaking your shirt. "Oh, Baby, what's wrong?" You whisper softly, "Tell me what's wrong."

" 'M fine, Y/N-ie." He insits. His voice is higher and softer than normal.

"No you're not. Something's wrong. What's got my little one so upset?"

"Not little," he mumbles, hugging you tighter. You stroke his hair gently as he cilngs to you. He jumps up slightly and wraps his legs around you, clearly wanting to be held. You carry him over to the couch and sit with Taehyun in your lap. He's obviously regressed. You can tell from his voice and his behavior.

"You sound little, Baby. You're acting little, too. Please. What's wrong?" You ask for at least the third time. Your voice is soft and gentle, trying to encourage him to speak.

"Big Tyunnie messed up," he finally mumbles, his head still buried into your shoulder, "Big Tyunnie do something wrong."

Immediately, you jump to worst case scenario. What did he do? Did he hurt himself? Is he okay? Your mind races with questions, just begging to be asked. You sigh softly, trying to brace yourself. "What did big you do that was so bad, Baby?" "Big Tyunnie forgot headphones. Woke up late. Forgot. Too loud. Too much. Everything." He mumbles, starting to tremble slightly.

"Oh, it's okay, Tyunnie," you hold him close, stroking his hair, "Accidents happen. It's okay." He wraps his arms around you tightly, your words comforting him. Suddenly, a loud car horn is heard outside causing him to cry out.

"Shhhh...shhhh..." you whisper, "Let's go get your headphones, Baby."

He nods slightly and you carefully stand up. You carry him into his bedroom sitting him one the bed. The second you let go of him, he starts to scream and cry. He reaches out to you, needing your touch. You put a blanket around his shoulders and hand him one of his teddy bears.

"I'm not leaving Baby. I'm just going to grab your headphones, it's okay. I'm not leaving this room at all." You reassure him.

He squeezes the teddy bear tightly, watching you as you walk through the room. It feels like you've looked everywhere when you see the headphones, sitting on the bookcase, in plain sight. You grab the and go over to the bed, pulling Taehyun into your lap. You gently put the headphones on him, shielding his ears from the noise. You hug him tightly, just letting him cry. As he cries, he ends up putting the ear of his bear in his mouth, sucking on it. You smile slightly and reach over to the nightstand, grabbing his paci. You gently tug the toy out of his mouth, quickly substituting it for the pacifier. He starts to calm down as he sucks on the pacifier, still clinging to you.

" 'M sowwy, Y/N-ie," he mumbles softly.

"For what, Baby?"

"Forgetting," he mumbles, "Need do better."

"No, no, no. It's okay. You just forgot today. It was an accident, accidents happen. You don't need to say sorry for that." You place a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Wuv you Y/N-ie," he mumbles. He curls up in your arms, his eyes starting to close. The meltdown clearly having exhausted him.

"I love you too, Tyunnie. Forever and always." You wrap the blanket tighter around him, hugging him closely as he falls alseep.

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