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littletxt · 2 years

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okay, i’m back with little beomgyu x cg reader again.

beomgyu and reader got into an argument/fight and reader got so mad that she left the house. this made beomgyu scared till he regresses.

(at this rate, i think i’m angst anon🥺)

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FEM-READER | ANGST

Warnings- mentions of alcohol/intoxication/swears

Wc: 2k+

Taglist: @pinkheadflowers @sweetiehyuka @woonie-muffin @desatando-me @ethie @djdudjdjkw @chariottie @kiki-woo @pastel-princess-please

This is better…

“You’re already going back on tour next week! How is it so hard for you to comprehend that I just wanted time with you? Was that not important enough to remember?”, you didn’t know when you’d started to raise your voice at him, all you could feel was how hot your ears were burning, spreading, boiling through your cheeks, your whole face as the anger you felt festered from the ground up. In reality, it wasn’t really anger; you were hurt, you felt betrayed. And nothing else could make you feel so small.

“Y/n! Are you kidding me? I already apologized!!”, your boyfriend snapped, throwing his favorite flannel off and onto the back of the couch, the relentless heat not doing anything to help his mood. Beomgyu was mad. And he rarely got MAD. Not to mention he was drunk and he’d dealt with you calling him all night when he was already out, already with the guys, already unable to do anything about what he felt was just a mistake that he’d have to take care of later. It wasn’t as if he purposely planned to hang out with the guys over the plans he’d made with you. It had honestly slipped his mind. Usually understanding himself, it didn’t sit well with him how you couldn’t do the same and he was frankly exhausted.

Drinks with the guys was how he celebrated a successful first tour, finally being home again, though it wouldn’t be for long since the tour was far from over yet, and seeing his friends again after being away for an entire month. Of course, he wanted to do the same with you; his love, his world. He wanted to share his happiness and cling to you for dear life to recharge his energy after being away and working so hard for so long. When Heeseung called him out to meet up, I’m a word, he got excited. Beomgyu had just wanted to share his adventures on tour in America with his closest buddies, relax and have a drink.

So, yeah. It slipped his mind that he’d planned to go out for dinner with you that night. Why you were upset wasn’t a mystery. But the only thing your boyfriend could do more was get down on his knees, beg and kiss your feet after apologizing so many times. There was no way he could go back and undo it, yet you couldn’t let it go, it made him a little frustrated to say the least.

The way he raised his voice at you, even though it was simply a response to you doing the same, was all too much. Tearing up, your car keys scraped loudly against the counter as you grabbed them and turned to leave with the bitter aftertaste of heartbreak.

“Where are you going?? Y/n, don’t do this. Come on!”, Beomgyu’s words slurred as he dizzily trudged toward the door to stop you. Admittedly, he’d drank a little more than he should have. So, how he’d stop you, he didn’t know. But it didn’t matter, he was met with a door slamming shut and a spear through the heart.

“Y/n…”, he turned his back against the door, the white walls that surrounded him spinning far too much to try to run after you. Tangling his fingers through his hair as he pushed his bangs from his sweaty forehead, he felt that awful, familiar stinging as tears flooded his vision. Was he really this pissed? No… he wasn’t. He felt like a disappointment.

How could he have forgotten and put you off this way? You were constantly on his mind when he was away, wishing you’d have gone with him. But when he comes back he goes out and gets drunk instead of making up for lost time with you.

“Good job, dumbass.”, he croaked, hot tears free-falling as he lowered his head, “You really fucked it up this time…”

You’d never took off like this before and he wasn’t sure where you went or if you’d ever come back. But of course, you would. Your things were still there, after all. But what if that was the only reason you’d come back…

“Please, no…”, he sniffled, trying hopelessly to rub the tears away as they came. Using the somehow slippery door handle, he dragged himself to his feet to search for his phone. If he had to apologize a million more times he would, he couldn’t just let you go like this.

How hard could it be to find a phone?? Apparently pretty damn hard since he’d torn through everything in his bag, his jacket, the decorative bowls on the counters and came up empty handed. Finally, at a loss, he stumbled to the bedroom you shared after pacing a groove into the dark wood floors of your apartment for what felt like hours. You were gone. He was all alone.

“Mommy hates me??”, shrinking into a puddle on the floor, Gyu hugged his knees, feeling the tears coming again, this time he feared they’d never stop. They splattered the knees of his worn jeans, a steady stream dripping from his chin as he sobbed out his heart.

The world felt to big, too scary. And his mommy left him all alone cuz he made you mad. Grabbing at himself; his chest, his arms he tried to hold himself tightly to combat the tight aching in his chest, his breath becoming frantic as the air around him thinned. With nothing left to do, he climbed into bed and fitted himself into his small pile of plushies. Caring little about the oven-like heat, he clutched the first one he could get his hands on. As he squeezed it tighter to his chest, doing his best and failing at self soothing, your scent reached him. It smelt of you.

“Mommyy-“, he choked out, sobbing harder, almost wailing into the fluff of the poor stuffed animal he was squeezing the life out of.

Walking down the isles of the 24 hour convenience store, under the harsh fluorescent lights, you found yourself struggling not to cry. What was all of this fighting for. Yelling at him? Was that really necessary?? He worked himself tirelessly, practicing when he wasn’t performing, constantly socializing and running himself ragged. You could forgive one of the most caring and attentive people you knew for being exhausted, couldn’t you? The poor thing was probably drained completely, your little introverted baby. He probably hadn’t regressed since the last time he had with you. It was something he needed.

Sighing to yourself, you grabbed some icy cold strawberry milk from the refrigerator and a pack of gummy bears before making your way back home. Wishing desperately that you could drive a little faster, you cursed the rainy season and your wind-wipers, the red traffic lights blurring through the smears and thudding splatter as they swished back and forth.

The door hadn’t been locked, to your relief. So, anxiously you turned the handle, only hoping he wasn’t still angry with you. But suddenly you began to wish he had been rather than being greeted with the heart-rendering weeping that filled your ears as you bit your cheek and latched the front door behind you.

No matter how much he cried, mommy still wasn’t there to hold him. Beomgyu had soaked through his plushy completely with snot, sweat and tears, but he couldn’t bring himself to move from the uncomfortable sticky, wetness, where it still smelled of you most. Whenever he regressed he completely lost concept of time. He couldn’t tell if it’d been hours or not even one since his mommy left him.

“Come back…”, his voice was hoarse from wailing and sobbing so loudly, terrified he was left alone forever, the world so scary without his mommy there to hold him.

He didn’t hear you come in or close the door. Nor did he hear your footsteps and the sharp inhale you took upon seeing his trembling figure curled up small amidst all the plushies you’d ever bought him. Though his heart was aching so deeply, his head was still in a floaty space and without you, it was so much more frightening than pleasant.

The yelp he let out when you broke into his headspace, slipping your arms around him as you lay in bed, your body circling his, it caused almost a physical pain. This wasn’t how you wanted things to go, how his first regression in so long should have went. With him feeling abandoned and panic-stricken due to your lack of understanding. Though it was both of your responsibilities, the fight, you couldn’t help but feel remorse.

“Mommy?!”, he practically shrieked, scrambling to face you and make himself small in your arms as close as he could possibly get until the two of you were molded together in a tangle of limbs. Neither of you cared what you’d been mad about anymore, only that you were together, unwilling to be a single centimeter apart until further notice.

“I’m right here, baby. Mommy loves you so so much…”

After some time, the sobs slowed to sniffles and Beomie nudged his face further against your chest wanting to smell the real thing instead of his silly plushy (sorry plushy).

“How are you feeling, baby bear??”, you lighting scratched your fingers against the back of his head, a little secret trick that always worked to soothe your precious puppy.

“Hungy.”, Beomie mumbled into your shirt, refusing to be separated from your body, still feeling a bit as if you’d disappear at any moment. A bit of warmth spread back through your body along with a smile, filling your baby’s tummy was something you could always do.

“You know that means we gotta get up, right, baby bear?”, your soft chuckle drifted into a sigh. Baby bear snuggles were your favorite but a happy tummy was good from preventing grumpy baby bear and you’d do just about anything to calm his anxieties after sending them through the roof.

The cutest little whines and grumbles poured from said baby bear as he squirmed to get impossibly closer, messing his purple hair in the process.

“What are you? My ravenous, feral baby bear??”, you tickled at his side.

“No, ‘m not!!”, he squealed away from your tickles.

“What kind of baby bear are you then??”, you pulled him back to your chest with a playful grin reaching ear to ear.

“Mmmmm… panda bear??”, Beomie giggled, red flooding his cheeks as he kicked his feet, still squirming away, knowing you were probably far from done with the tickle attack.

“With all this purple hair???”, you laughed, nipping at his ear through the wild mop of purple fluff on his head. Gasping, he reached for his favorite plushy and wedged it between you.

“Ryan bear!!”, he gave one of his usual, soft tee-hee’s and looked up expectantly with a sparkle in his red and puffy, boba eyes.

“I think you’re my Beomie bear”, kissing his forehead you brushed at his unruly, grape hair unable to stop yourself from beaming. All you’d been wishing for was to have time with him, to hold him and hear his sweet giggles after missing him so much.

Once you finally managed to drag yourselves out of bed, and through the picky bickering of your little who was still figuring out what he wanted to eat, you sat in front of the television, feeding your happily wiggling baby bear. After his tummy was full, he was back in your lap, cooling air from an oscillating fan blowing over the two of you in waves. Leaning against you, he sat in silence, feeling guilty, emotions creeping back on him.

“Sorry we didn’t go out, mommy…”, nuzzling into the side of your neck, he brought his arms close to his chest, trying to be smaller in your embrace. You cooed at how soft he could be, how sweet and sensitive, you’d never let him be sad. Holding him tightly, you yourself couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be. You could always talk about things another day but you’d never get this moment back.

“That’s okay, baby…this is better.”

🧸Endnote: Gahhhhh this one really 💔💔💔 my poor Gyuie baby. Why can’t I let you be happy? Hah it’s okay tho 🥺 mommy will make it all better. 🌙🌙🌙 Really my fav anonieee I always thought I hated writing angst but honestly I live for it and can hardly write without a little bit of drama hehe. My first Beomgyu fic since Birthday Baby Bear!! Did I do your request justice 🥲?? Love you love you love you! Have you guys heard Ring???? It’s one of the new songs for TXT’s Japanese gbgb comeback!!

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little-svt · 2 years

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Calling Seungkwan “Daddy” for the first time

FEMME-READER | FLUFF

Age Dreaming vs Age Regression - @littletxt

Wc: 1.7k+

Taglist: @sweetiehyuka @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo

Say it again

A loud buzzing against your desk sent your eyes flying open, your phone screen lighting up with the familiar facial features of your boyfriend of six months. A small smile tugged at your lips through your exhaustion when you picked up your phone, sliding your finger across the screen to answer.

“Hey…”, you drew your lip between your teeth, waiting to hear his smooth, comforting voice after a long day in front of a computer. Noticing the lights had gone out in the office you waved your arms a bit to activate the motion sensors, squinting when the harsh white light invaded your pupils.

“It’s clocking out time, where are you?”, he chuckled, assuming you were probably dozing at the desk again like you did after most double shifts. And really he couldn’t blame you, it was arduous some days. Looking at the tiny numbers in the bottom corner of your monitor, you sighed.

“I’ll be right out, Boo. Love you.”

Packing up your things, you clocked out, bidding farewell to the few stragglers that stayed late like you before taking the elevator to the ground floor. It had become habitual, seeing his sleek, silver Buick on the curb, tinted navy windows lowering as you approached the car. It drew far too much attraction during the day so you supposed you had night shifts to thank for something. Seungkwan had started picking you up from work the past few weeks, ever since your hours had been switched. He liked to say it was an excuse to spend time with you but really, he just didn’t feel safe having you ride the last train home. alone. in the middle of the night. At first you refused, telling him you could handle yourself but this was Seungkwan you were talking to.

“It’s this or I’m hopping on that train with you. Every. Single. Night.”

Basically blackmail but you were thankful you didn’t have to rush anymore to avoid missing the last train. It was a stress reliever for sure. And yea, you were happy to spend time with him as well, both of your schedules never matching up otherwise.

Thighs chilling almost uncomfortably from a sudden zephyr, speckles of goosebumps ran up your legs. The click-clack of your heels on the sidewalk became just a little faster, a bit difficult in a tight, black pencil skirt. Your thin navy blouse wasn’t helping with these cool autumn nights either. Pride had gotten in the way of you grabbing a sweater, wanting to show Seungkwan your blouse since you’d started wearing his favorite color.

“Hi, pretty.”, he grinned, leaning over from the driver’s side, looking at you through the open window as he pushed the passenger door open for you. Landing your bottom on the comfortable seat in the warmth of his car you shut the door and quickly scrambled to put up the window.

“Oh, is it too cold for you, baby boo?”, he chuckled, rubbing his hand up and down your tights-covered thigh to warm you, “I can turn on the heat-“

“Could you? Just for a moment.”, eagerly you interrupted his offer, wiggling and bouncing in your seat to try to heat up your body. Wordlessly he turned it on and grabbed his hoodie from the back and set it in your lap with a pursed smile. His babygirl was always cold.

“Thank you!”, you pouted gratefully and threw it over your head in an instant, then figuring out through some possibly hazardous gymnastics how to get out of that uncomfortable blouse from the inside.

Letting out a sigh you sat there for a moment, feeling his adoring gaze on you. It wasn’t often he was completely silent, but when he was, his eyes always settled on you. If it weren’t for your fatigue, you’d probably be guilty of the same, his brown turtleneck fitting just right and outlining his pretty jawline below full, glowy cheeks and long fluttering lashes.

“Ahem-“, you covered your mouth with the sleeve of his large, black hoodie before you could get lost in those eyes, “we aren’t moving??”

He didn’t seem to register what you said at first, unmoving, “Uhhhh… I had something else for you.”, thinking for a moment, seemingly forgotten, he looked around the car.

“OH!”.

Reaching and feeling around on the floor behind your seat, his hand reappeared with a stainless steel thermos. Offering it to you, he insisted when you gave him a puzzled look.

“Hot tea, with honey. It’s been getting colder.”, he set it in your hands letting you hug it to your chest, feeling a tiny bit of its heat through the metal. You should have been used to it by now, how thoughtful he was. Keeping you cared for in every possible way.

‘It’s my job, of course’, he’d always throw it off. He was good that way. Just like when you first told him you regressed. Surprisingly, he seemed to know more on the subject than you had. All you knew was the state of your mind, that feeling, the vulnerability you wanted to share with him. But he’d know right from the start exactly what to do.

“Sorry I don’t have any straws. I didn’t think hot liquid and plastic would be a good combo. Using my brain for once, right?”, he joked, remembering your thing for straws, though you might’ve just ended up chewing on them anyways. When you don’t respond, a smile finds it’s way onto his lips, extending his arm to stroke your cheek.

“Everything okay?”

But he knew that spaced out look and that sparkle in your eyes, the way you fisted up the sleeves of the hoodie around the thermos in your hands.

“Uh-huh.”, you blinked, assuring him and opening the thermos to take a sip.

“Good.”, he whispered, half-smiling as he put the car in gear and steadily pulled away from the curb.

After a few more swigs of the warm, soothing liquid, you set it between your thighs and let down your hair, allowing yourself to finally relax. Rubbing his lips as he focused on the road, one hand rested atop the steering wheel, he took glances at you, checking in every so often as you passed under the streetlights. Feeling safe and snug while you looked out the window, observing the burnt orange painted leaves on the few trees that were planted on the desolate streets as you passed. Feeling complacent you rubbed your feet together, fidgeting with the lid of the thermos.

“You look so pretty right now, baby.”, smirking at the instant flush of your cheeks, his hand found yours as the car pulled to a stop at a red traffic light.

“Boo! I look so gross rn.”, you yanked back your hand, praying your makeup was intact enough to hide your blushing but you covered it with an eye roll for good measure.

“So sassy. Just like me, huh?”, he snickered, weighing his foot done on the gas when the light turned green again.

“You? Sassy? Hardly.”, you teased, pretending to scoff.

“Oh, I know! That’s what I’m always telling the guys! I’m an Angel!”, he agreed, making an awful feigning-innocence-face that sends you bursting out with laughter.

“So mean.”, he mumbled, pouting to himself. But you could joke like this, the two of you.

Relaxing the rest of the way home, you hummed to yourself, fiddling with your keychain with one hand, your other finally ending up in his as he drove carefully.

“How you feeling, baby boo?”, he squeezed your hand, lovingly.

Rolling your eyes again, you tried to ignore the way it went straight to your heart. Boo Seungkwan had started calling you his 'Baby Boo' not long after you'd told him about your regression. Turning your body to face him, you leaned your head against the seat to gaze at the soft features of his face.

“Hungry..”

“Hey, don’t say that after staring at my face! I might think you want to eat me.”, frowning dramatically, he found himself at the next stop light. Risking reaching over, he blithely pinched at your ticklish collarbones before taking his foot off the break again and letting the car roll forward.

“Eee no, daddy!”, you squirmed away, retracting your hand and finding it just slipped from you lips. Admittedly, you always let yourself age dream with him, just a little. Especially after a long day, it was all that as keeping you from a meltdown sometimes. But this time you'd let yourself go a little deeper, being closer to regressing than you'd thought.

The car screeched to a stop suddenly in the middle of the empty road, your seatbelt tightening a little on your chest. It wasn't enough to hurt at all but you yelped, startled anyways. Eyes darting around wildly like a frightened baby fawn, you could feel your heart begin to palpitate, hastening inside your chest.

"What did you say??", processing, he stared at the road ahead of him lit by his headlights, eyes wide. Your face had gone pale, sending you deeper into littlespace as you tried to run from your anxiousness. But before you could stutter a quick 'nothing' that you’d hoped would solve all your problems, he turned to you, grabbing your cheeks, pupils blown out as they locked his with yours.

“What if I die?? That’s how cute you are…You made my heart stop!”, hands falling from your cheeks, he enthusiastically took your hand and placed it eagerly against his chest, nearly shouting, “You feel that!? My heart is going BU-BUMP. so hard!!”

“Sorry, Boo.”, feeling insecure, you squinted your eyes tight, trying to force yourself to be big. Sensing you felt a bit uneasy, he relaxed his posture, earnestly hands resting on your plush cheeks again, squishing them softly between his palms.

“Nope! No take backs.”, he shook his head and yours with it, “No refunds. You checked the Daddy card, you can’t take it back.”, though he was being playful, unable to conceal his grin, he was pensive. Surely, he’d pout into infinity if he never got to hear it again. Giving you an apologetic look and his best puppy eyes once your sweet smile greeted his, he expressed that he hadn't meant to get so excited, but part of him had been waiting for an eternity to hear you say it.

“Say it again?”

🧸End: Okay lowkey this wasn’t what I thought I’d be writing next but it just happened 🤭🤭 plotless works end up being my favorite. If you’re not simping for Boo Seungkwan, what are you actually doing with your life?? ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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mylittlesafehaven99 · 2 years

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@littletxt gave me the best (two ish week) early birthday present ever 🥺 I normally don’t win giveaways, but by some miracle, I was able to win that one…thank you so much for all of your amazing stories and having the giveaway, and thank you for making my entire day! Also, holy guacamole…it’s already that close to my birthday!?! 😱

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littletxt-en · 2 years

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Enhypen Masterlist:

Jungwon:

Shopping

Nursies (https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/littletxt-en/691004910758739968?source=share)

Heeseung:

Jay:

Jake:

Sunghoon:

Stress Overload

Sunoo:

Ni-ki:

Homesick

Diapers

OT7:

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tyunniebear · 1 year

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ah omg i have tears in my eyes ! an agere acc for txt ?!! 🥹 makes me so happy <3 i hope u know how lovely and important i think u and ur writing are <3 much love !! also if it’s okay, i’d love to be ur 🎨 anon 🥹

oh wowww, youre so sweet :( thank u for being my first anon !! actually some other amazing txt agere accounts are my best friend @littletxt and also @babybearcookie !! anonnie, ily <3

#🎨 anon #tyunniebear speaks ♪~*✧.

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shiningjadee · 2 years

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just curious but are requests still open <3

@littletxt

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minjoun · 5 years

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psst psst mutuals, lmk if you created a txt sideblog. mine is @littletxt ❤

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littletxt · 2 years

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Hello, darling! Can I request Yeonjun caregiver where the reader is having a bad day? Just some fluffy with their daddy, and maybe they helping their daddy too, if he's also having a bad day? Maybe just both comforting each other, I guess, Thank you!

GENDER-NEUTRAL | FLUFF (slight angst + swearing)

Wc: 1.2k+

Taglist: @pinkheadflowers @sweetiehyuka @woonie-muffin @desatando-me @ethie @djdudjdjkw @chariottie @kiki-woo @pastel-princess-please

Eat your ice cream

Everything that could have gone wrong seemed to on the most important day of his year. Yeonjun was sent home early from dance practice because he wasn’t “focused”. The dry cleaners switch out his suit with someone else’s and his reservation for the highest-class restaurant in Seoul scheduled him for the wrong day.

“Come on! No! I’m sorry! Don’t put me on hold again!! SHITT!!”, he groaned.

Honestly, your day hadn’t been going any better. Though your reasons didn’t seem as serious as his, you felt like a burden, taking too much space. Trying to make yourself as small as possible, you say in your comfy chair with your knees to your chest as he paced back and forth through your living room. Loosening his tie, with his phone pressed to his ear, he ran his hand through his hair repeatedly, licking at his lips on hold again for the third time. He’d been trying to find another restaurant and the longer he was on the phone, the more livid he became. In fact, you weren’t sure you’d ever seen him so mad. Looking at you once with his brows sewn tight, then twice, he forced himself to relax, realizing how his anger was affecting you. Pressing his lips together firmly, he finally gave up, ending the call and dropping his phone on the couch.

“I’m not mad at you, baby.”, he assured you, running both his hands through his hair once more as he willed himself to let it go.

"All I wanted was to make this perfect for you. Show you exactly how much I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, kitten...", he half smiled, sauntering to your side. Weeks worth of planning for this extravagant evening. It wasn’t every day you celebrated two years together. Though he knew you didn’t love it, it was how he showed his love. He truly had done his best to learn to show his love in other ways but sometimes an over-the-top gesture was exactly what was needed rather than a casual movie date at home, eating too much ramyeon.

"M' sorry, Daddy...", you whimpered, already close to tears. You didn’t want your Daddy to be mad anymore. Everyone knew how important it had been to him. Yeonjun wasn’t the best at keeping surprises a secret, it wasn’t hard to catch him thinking he was being sneaky. Even though it wasn’t, somehow you felt like the problem.

"Oh, baby... no. Why would you think any of this is your fault? C’mere.", he held his arms open for you but you only shrank further into yourself, tears drip-dropping from your face onto your knees. Luckily, two years was a long time. Long enough for Yeonjun to learn all of your fears and insecurities and exactly how to cure them.

“None of that.”, he ‘tsked’, leaning over to scoop you from the chair and into his arms. Whining, you squirmed, only being squeezed tighter.

“Well, I’ve caught you now. I’m definitely never letting you go.”, he giggled at your ‘hmph’ once you finally gave up, shimmying your head around to look up at him, blowing hair from your face.

“Better?”, he simpered, lips curling up, satisfied as he moves the hair from your face. Nodding, you let yourself be pampered.

“Not mad anymorwe?”, you asked, tilting your head as he released you to take off his suit jacket.

“No, baby. Not mad.”, he sighed, half-smiling as he draped the purple jacket over the couch, “Come on, kitten. Let’s go get changed into something more comfortable.”

Satisfied you followed him to switch into something a bit lighter, discarding your dressy clothes happy to let him pick out a new outfit for you, always.

“Wanna go get some ice cream instead, baby?? Daddy’s craving mint choco”, he grinned, playing with your hair and turning you toward the door now that you were both changed.

“But-“, you pouted.

“I know. No mint choco for you. Not even a little bite? Teensy? Tiny?? Like my little kitten??”, standing behind you, holding you against his chest, he waddled you to the door chuckling against your ear and pressing lots of kisses as he spoke.

“Only if Daddy wears a trash bag to work tomorrow!!”, you looked over your shoulder flashing a playful smile.

“Hey! You know Daddy would look damn good in a garbage bag but I’ll let you win this round, brat.”, he laughed, leaning to kiss you, watching in nearly slow motion as you evaded him.

“GASP! DID YOU JUST REFUSE A KISS FROM DADDY!?”, he looked utterly offended. But you giggled, sitting on your victory.

“Daddy said a swear two times today…”, you whispered, chewing your lip excitedly, reaching for the door handle, “Daddy has to do dishes for a week!!”

Turning the door handle you ran out the door before he could grab his keys. Those were the rules and you had him beat. Grumbling to himself, he couldn’t help but smile, watching you peek out from behind the corner down the hall from your apartment as he locked the door. Extravagant evening or not, there’s no way a night with you, the night of your second anniversary could be bad.

“Seatbelt!”, he announced, leaning over to buckle you up and check that it was secure, placing one last kiss on your nose before fastening his own and starting the car.

It didn’t take long for you to recognize that weren’t going toward your usual ice cream stop.

“Where we goin’, Daddy??”, you pipe up curiously, playing with your mini plushy he always left in the car for you to fidget with. Turning on the radio, he skipped through his playlist a bit until he got to your song, smiling to himself as he tapped his hands on the steering wheel.

“You’ll see, baby. Just hold tight.”

Before you know it you’re driving out of town, the scenic becoming more rural and you doze off a little until you hit the ocean. The blue sparkling prettily back at you as you lay your head on the window. When you finally stop, you’re at a small-town ice cream parlor. Curiously, you toddled along with him, trusting his plans.

After ordering your favorite ice cream, he giggled happily to himself seeing that his mint choco was on the menu. He knew it was a coin toss coming this far out for ice cream.

“Let’s go, little one.”, abandoning the car, he takes your hand and walks you down the beach with your ice cream, making use of the last few warm nights of the season. Leaning against the thick wooden fencing half down the sandy scape, he ruffled your hair messily with his spoon in his mouth.

“Daddy’s super cool, huh? I didn’t plan any of this.”, snickering, he waved his spoon at you before digging for another scoop with a superficial frown, “But I’m still pretty sad.”

“Why?!!”, you gasp, turning to him with pouty eyes. How could Daddy be sad??

“Cuz I still haven’t gotten a thank you kiss from my kitten.”, teasing, he poked his tongue out from behind his teeth at you. All that was achieved was a grumpy baby kitty, at least until he kissed your cheek with a giggle.

“Eat your ice cream, before I make you eat mine.”, he grinned.

“Ew-“, you started.

“Yes, I know. Mint chocoooo!.”, he wailed dramatically, laughing at your disgusted face.

“Eat your ice cream.”, he smiled, throwing his arm over your shoulder as he watched the sunset. Not such a bad way to spend an anniversary.

🧸End note: it’s not birthday themed but this is my post for Yeonjun day! If you like mint choco- no you don’t 🤭 yes I know this feels a little uninspired 😅 but I panicked and rushed a little. Happy Yeonjun Day!

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littletxt · 2 years

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So I got an idea for a request.

I have really bad night terrors and wanted to request caregiver Taehyun comforting you after you woke up from one being small?

~princess 🐰

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Night Light

There’d been no particular reason for them to start back up. It could have been the most suffocating, heavy and humid summer heat. Or, maybe it was the stress of moving away from the security of the place you and Taehyun had called home for so long, along with a new job, new people you weren’t comfortable around and new names you’d have to learn. But more than likely it was the lack of time you’d had to regress, to be vulnerable and safe with your Daddy. It’d been weeks as you packed up your whole life to start over somewhere new. No particular reason for them to come back, but far too many.

Jumping out of his sleep, muscles tense and ready as his eyes searched foggily searched in the sea of black that was your bedroom, only lit by a single yellow, heart-shaped nightlight. Reaching out to find the switch to the bedside lamp at your first sound of distress, Taehyun was prepared to take on the world for you. Whether that meant putting years of boxing experience into practice with a swift bonk to someone’s face or taking the weight of your anxieties head on, he’d do anything for you. With no danger in sight, he relaxed for only a moment until another cry left your lips, poured then pressed thin, and you trembled and fidgeted in your sleep. A thin sheet of cold sweat covered your anguish-twisted features as your hands tightly gripped the sweat-damp fabric of the thin sheets you'd traded out from your usual comforter to cope with the hot summer nights.

Pushing down that deep ache in his heart he turned to you, stroking your reddened cheek and wiping the sweat from your brow.

“Princess….hey. Wake up, baby.”, he gave a gentle squeeze to your clammy, trembling hand before pulling you easily into his arms, rocking you softly against his chest until you woke. Breaking from the deeply rooted claws of your night terror, your breathing became frantic as you grasped, delirious, to anything and everything around you.

“Hey, hey! Daddy’s here… I’ve got you. I’m right her. Open your eyes, pumpkin.”, Taehyun spoke clearly, loosening the tight grip of his arms to allow you to look at him, watery, wide eyes rapidly shifting over the features of his face. The pure terror on your face, he couldn’t imagine, no matter how many times over the years you’d told him, how truly awful it’s hold must be. You’d think he’d have gotten used to it by now, the nightmares being more common on muggy evenings like this one. Though he never could, it did help that he knew exactly what to do to help you through it.

Taking deep breaths until you followed along, he squeezed you tight again, grounding you, bringing you back to him. When your ragged breaths calmed to short hiccups he loosened his hug and stroked your hair in repetitive, slow motions.

“Same one?”, his voice was soft and unfeigned, strained with emotion. No matter how badly he wanted to take your pain, he couldn’t. But that would never stop him from trying. A weak nod was all you could manage as you rolled over into his chest and cried. Not a little, but endlessly tears fell as you tried to hold back your sobs.

“Baby, hey. Sit up.”

Letting him pull you up to look at him, you sniffled with your puffy red cheeks and nose, grumbling a bit, knowing full well what was coming.

“You can cry, Princess. I know it’s scary. It’s so so scary and Daddy wishes he could be there to protect you each and every time. It’s not real, but it really feels like it is, huh?”, Taehyun leaned forward, kiss your forehead, continuing to stroke your hair as you nodded. You’d never needed to say much with him, he knew you better than you knew yourself.

“Daddy will always be here when you wake up. And Princess knows that Daddy would never ever let anything hurt you don’t you, baby?”, he giggled at the way you fought off a smile, finally relaxing for a moment. But only a moment, a distraught expression returning, your brows wrinkling, eyes watering once again.

“‘m sorry…”, your head fell, tears dripping one by one, each a blotted stain on his yellow shorts. Fully sitting up in bed with you he raised your head, holding your chin steady between his fingers. Those big brown eyes demanding your attention, but his soft, loving expression was ever more attentive.

“No, Baby. Never apologize to me for this. You have nothing to be sorry for. This is Daddy's job. and Daddy loves his jobs.”, he kissed your cheek, caring very little about the salt taste of your tears. Each line made you shy away, a blush creeping up on your cheeks., “I don’t want days off or holidays. I wanna spend every second taking care of you, Princess. That’s my job. I love you, pumpkin."

His voice grew softer, more tender as he spoke, caressing your heart in the safety of his love. Rubbing his nose against your cheek, now dry, he pulled you into his arms again for a brief minute. Imagining the sweltering heat was hardest on you, he knew his body heat certainly wouldn’t help. His natural, smiley expression greeted you, calm and tender-hearted.

“Now, let’s go cool you off with a shower, Princess.”

With another dutiful nod, a sniffle and an intertwining of his slender fingers between your own, you let yourself slip into that comfortable vulnerability, safe with your Daddy.

“Good girl.”

🧸End note: I know it took my forever, but here it is. honestly I was so afraid of how this would come out because I wanted it to be perfect for you 🫶 I love youuuu 🥺💛💛 I hope this was okay for my first fic in a while.💕

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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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littletxt · 2 years

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okay don’t overwork yourself with this request its just a drabble idea hehe, so write little reader being with taehyun in the dressing rooms getting ready for his performance with Lee mujin and him being nervous and though y/n is drifting between both headspaces they can see he’s nervous, so they hold his hands and reassure him that it’ll all go well and just fluff. basically small fluffy drabble of little reader taking care of their daddy ! - 🍰

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Nervous Daddy

Though Yeonjun had walked him through it repeatedly, having experience from his AOTM work with Studio Choom, Taeyhun still broke out in a cold sweat. Clenching and rubbing his hands together, trying to keep them in his lap, he continuously giggled nervously and wiggled around in his chair as the makeup artists dabbed the smallest amounts of BB cream over his smooth skin, getting him ready for his solo appearance on Lee Mujin Service. It was his first time doing anything without his Hyungs present and he was just thankful they allowed you to tag along. How he performed could mean a lot of things for his group, and while usually confident, he was nervous. All the reassurance he'd received from his members was now shrinking in the background.

Even though it was ridiculously cute, you pouted at the distraught state your Daddy was clearly trying to hide, you first handed him his coffee, giving his hands something to hold on to. Shaking his head no, he gave you an appreciative smile for trying as you set the drink back on the table nearby. Daddy looked especially pretty all dressed up this way and it was hard to maintain a clear head, you felt small and your mind was fuzzy. But you couldn't very well nuzzle up to him right there while they recorded the behind, you still wanted to help. So, wordlessly as he talked into the camera, you took ahold of his shakey hand with both of your own, squeezing a little 'i love you' squeeze. The action seemed so small to you but that little squeeze helped ground him so much. His baby was right there and you'd be right there behind the cameras if he needed somewhere to look, he had his anchor.

When the cameras were finally put away and you had a moment to speak you gave him another little squeeze, having nearly slipped entirely over the way you could hold one of his hands in both of your tiny ones.

"Daddy is the best singer... you'll do so good.", you whispered to him, looking at him with big eyes, completely sure of yourself. A little caught off guard by you being small right then he immediately went into Daddy mode and you could see in his expression he was worried and wanted to care for you.

"Don't worry about Daddy, baby..."

Huffing, displeased with that statement you brought his hand to your mouth and bit it just hard enough to make him yelp in surprise. Though it shouldn't be a surprise by now with how often you're found nibbling on the people around you whether it was in displeasure, a form of affection or just a baby with an oral fixation.

"What was that for?", he chuckled, his shaking had stopped a bit, your new distraction method working.

"Daddy will do gweat.", you nommed on his hand once more, "Can we get strawby ice cweam after??"

The promise of one of his favorite sweet treats, which would be well deserved after all this anxiety, sounded lovely. But not more than your big puppy eyes, such a cute and welcome expression as you pouted and waited for an answer.

"Are you gonna watch Daddy??", he cooed, your hands still tangled with each other, a comforting feeling as it had always been his favorite form of skinship.

Nodding proudly, you nibbled on his hand once more.

"Okay! Yes, we can get ice cream as long as you stop trying to eat Daddy when he has to show his hands on camera.", he laughed and pulled you into his arms for a quick hug after noticing the staff wave him down, respectfully giving thee two of you privacy, but it was still time to go.

"Are you ready??", he stood, hand still in yours.

"Daddy's gonna wock it!", your giggling exclamation finally seemed to give him back his usual confidence as he stood proud with that shining, slightly-cocky grin and pulled you along gently with him to where they'd be shooting.

"Don't I always?"

🧸End note: I was feeling awful for going so long without writing so I looked through my requests again and this seemed to be an easy enough one to start with. I wonder if people actually read my end notes. currently listening to Heaven's Cloud by SVT. 💕

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littletxt · 10 months

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i just saw anon’s ask and i just wanna say that @lullabytaeyong and @babybearcookie are 2 writers i know that write really good txt agre stuff!

Thank you!! For anyone who is looking 💖💖💖 ^^

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littletxt · 1 year

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Hi guys. I’m considering closing littletxt since I don’t get a lot of interactions anymore. Lots of new accounts are taking over the scene for everyone to enjoy so you can look forward to those. I miss my anons and I worked hard here. I’m thankful for all of you. I can’t lie. The lack of interactions is discouraging but I just don’t enjoy writing for txt as much as I used to, especially when there seems to be no fruit from it. I truly appreciate all the support I’ve received as we approach 1 year. I think I’ll wait until then before deciding.

I have answered another ask on this

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littletxt · 2 years

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Requests open?? HECK YES. Little!Beomgyu with platonic CG!Yeonjun!! There aren't nearly enough platonic caregiver fics of ANYTHING and platonic caregivers are honestly awesome. I'd love little!Beomgyu trying to figure out a video game and getting frustrated so Yeonjun comes to help him. -♐️ anon

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Tteokbokki?

"Hyungie! Hyungie! Hyungiiieeeeee!!!", Beomgyu called, bouncing in his place on the carpeted floor where he was seated, cross legged in front of the large television screen. It was proving a bit difficult to understand and play his favorite game while little, but he couldn't give up yet!

"What?! What?! What?!", Yeonjun popped another seasoned potato chip into his mouth from his spot on the couch without looking up from his phone. He'd stayed behind with his little Gyuie, while the others went out for some fun so he could spend the day together with his favorite little brother after a long week of promotions. But this also proved to be a challenge since they didn't always have a lot in common while Beomgyu was regressed. So there they sat, Beomie playing his game and Yeonjun alone on the couch, watching over him.

"Wanna play with Heeseungie but I don' 'memer how...", the red haired boy pouted, hair flopping a bit when he tilted his head, his pink controller falling to his lap in defeat.

"C'mere bub.", Yeonjun smiled setting his unfinished chips on the table to the left of him. The problem was so simple yet so difficult to his sweet Gyuie's four-year-old brain to figure out. Yeonjun often found little Beomie's innocence and naivety refreshing at times like this. Yeonjun crossed his legs so Beomie could take a seat in his lap, assisting him with the controls so he'd know exactly what to do next time.

"Thankie", Beomie crawled back onto the floor once his friend had been added to his team.

"No hug for Bubbie?", it was Yeonjun's turn to sport a fitting pout. Giggling, Beomie stuck out his tongue before he continued playing his game.

"You're lucky I love you, brat.", Yeonjun crumpled up his now empty bag of chips and tossed it at the boy's head with a chuckle.

Beomgyu could be the epitome of the word 'stress' and the name 'brat' was VERY fitting in Yeonjun's opinion. But he loved his favorite little brother anyways and would care for him until the world crashed and burned even if he lead him to die of a premature heart attack. (Not over exaggerating). When Beomgyu first started regressing, opening up to the members, Yeonjun found himself naturally taking the role of caring for his best friend. While it seemed like a heavy responsibility, he wouldn't change a thing.

Not too long later, Beomie was pouting and throwing a fit. The worst part about his favorite game were the amount of hackers and cheaters and the little one just couldn't comprehend the unfairness.

"Oh, says you, you little cheater.", Yeonjun snorted, absorbed into his phone again. An obnoxious, insulted gasp left the red haired boy's mouth as he whipped his head around toward the big brother he'd surely be disowning.

"Oh? So you're telling me I'm lying?", Yeonjun gave a crooked grin, happy to poke fun at the brat who always did the same to him.

"I never cheat like that!!", Beomie insisted, trying not to giggle and break character, "not as bad as Hyuka...", he mumbled.

"Was that a confession???", Yeonjun smirked, eyebrows flying up. Beomie fidgeted in his spot, ready to take off the instant Yeonjun stood from the couch.

"That's ten minutes of tickling for you!", Yeonjun jumped from his seat but not fast enough to catch his little one who bolted out of the room and down the hall.

"Don break your back, old man!!", Beomie cackled like the gremlin he was, locking himself into Yeonjun's room. Huffing for air when he reached the door, Yeonjun fiddled with the handle.

"So you won't be mad if I order tteokbokki... and eat all of it for myself, right?", Yeonjun listened to the giggles behind the door suppressing his own laughter, “Cause Bubbie can do that easily, ya know-“. Sliding his back down the door as Beomie had done, he found himself a little frustrated by the brat that had locked him out of his own room. Though not long after, the lock quickly clicked and Yeonjun was falling back on his bedroom floor with an “Oof”, the door opening behind him and a fluff of red hair peeking out.

"Tteokbokki??"

🧸Endnote: I love platonic caregivers I guess I just like my ships and love stories too much >< I'll try to write platonic relationships more. Ahhh my brain wasn't 100% sure where I was going with this but here we are! Also 🥺🥺🥺💕

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