Hi!! Im So Happy That I Found This Blog And So Grateful That You Two Have Started It :D Id Love To Request

Hi!! I’m so happy that I found this blog and so grateful that you two have started it :D I’d love to request a little!Dokyeom waddling around with diapies on cause he’s just too precious🤗 I definitely see him as a mama’s boy, babbling about nothing to impress his mama, while she just watches affectionately at her little boy sitting by her feet with a particularly puffy bottom from the diaper.

I hope you have a wonderful day! No stress about getting to this :))

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Wc: 530

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

Hot Summer

Seokmin’s giggles sounded throughout your tiny apartment as you chased him around. You had just ran him a cold bath to try and cool your baby down in order to beat the heat, and managed to dry him and pull on a diaper at his request before he was running away from you.

“Imma get you!” You giggled as you chased him into the living room. “We need to put the rest of your clothes on.” You added, holding up a vest top and some shorts you had grabbed for him.

“Nuh uh… too hot!” Seokmin whined, a pout on his soft lips as he shook his head from left to right in a dramatic fashion. You let out a soft sigh, he had a very good point. It was far too hot and you knew that putting clothes on your baby would just result in him being uncomfortable.

“Alright honey, no clothes for you.” You said as you walked over to ruffle his wet hair before you leaned into place a soft kiss on both of his cheeks. Seokmin let out a soft giggle and smiled widely up at you, his eyes turning into the cutest crescent shapes. “Why don’t you go sit down in front of the fan whilst I go and grab you some juice?” You asked, walking over to turn on the fan that you had moved from your bedroom to the living room. Seokmin nodded his head and walked over to sit in front of the couch, plopping down onto the rug. You couldn’t help but smile fondly at how his diaper puffed up when he sat down and how he wiggled in his seat to get comfortable. Leaning down, you planted a soft kiss on top of his head before grabbing the remote to put on Zootopia for him. The smile on your face grew as Seokmin giggled in delight when he realised what film you had put on for him. Once you knew your baby was occupied, you headed to the kitchen to grab him some juice.

“Look Mama!” Seokmin said, excitedly pointing to the tv as you walked back into the living room. “A fox!” He grinned. You looked up at the screen and let out a soft chuckle before sitting down on the sofa.

“Yeah baby, do you remember his name?” You asked him, handing over his juice. Seokmin took the juice from your hands with a soft ‘tank you.’ He then looked up at you, his face twisted in thought as he tried to remember what the character was called.”

“Is it Nick?” He asked softly.

“That’s right! Good job honey.” You said with a smile before leaning down to place a soft kiss on his forehead. Seokmin let out a cheer before erupting into giggles, the sound being music to your ears. A soft content sigh left your lips as you relaxed back into the couch whilst you both happily watched the film. Seokmin leant his head on your legs and let out a soft giggle every time he felt the fan blow air on his body. Yup… this was the perfect way to spend a hot summer’s day.

🧸Endnote: A/N: Okay as much as I see Seokmin as a caregiver, I think we can all agree that as a little he is so adorable! I would love to just hear his giggles all day. I’m sorry for the wait on this request anonie but I really hope you liked it!

I just wanted to add that I am back at university for my final year and am already incredibly busy so my requests will not be opening up anytime soon. I will still try and get content out as much as I can but I do have to put my school work first so that I can graduate. For any other readers who have returned back to university (and even school) I wish you the best of luck and hope you are all coping well! (And that goes for everyone else as well))…~👑🐰💛

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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.

Song: Don’t wanna cry - Seventeen

Member - Joshua 🥺

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

Don’t Wanna Cry

The line went straight voicemail this time, the familiar “Hey, it’s Joshuaaa! You know what to do-“ was another nail in his coffin after ringing him so many times you’d lost count. This was the first time in your relationship that he’d ever pushed you this far. Your worry turned to frustration and frustration to anger when none of the guys would answer their phones either.

It wasn’t until after four in the morning they finally stumbled in, booze drenching their clothing and lingering in their breath.

Joshua wasn’t a heavy drinker, or at least he hadn’t been. If anything, you were scared seeing this patient man make such a mess of himself.

Jeonghan and Seungcheol roll through the door, almost literally with Joshua hung over each of their shoulders. It was common to see maybe Jeonghan between them or another member, but even they were surprised that Joshua was the one being dumped on the couch in a lazed fit of drunken laughter. Their poor maknae, standing in the doorway, was the only one sober enough to have a proper conversation with you.

“I’m really sorry, y/n”, Chan laughed nervously, glancing between his Hyungs on the couch and your disapproving eyes, “We shouldn’t have been egging him on but-“ he trailed off.

“Oh!”, scrambling and pulling out the contents of his pocket, a few crumpled bills falling from one onto the floor before finally retrieving the sleek, silver rectangle.

“His phone, yea…”, Chan places it in your hand and peeks over his shoulder again to find Jeonghan flirting with Joshua as usual, half asleep and trying to take his clothes off on your sofa while Seungcheol looked anywhere and everywhere but your direction next to them.

“Okay, boys! Out!”

A pouty Jeonghan is tugged out the door by an apologetic Seungcheol while Dino tugged his arm, helping him to his feet. Huffing, Jeonghan put out his arms insisting their precious dongsaeng help him too, as if he didn’t already have his hands full.

Once they were out the door, it was just you and your drunk of a boyfriend. Standing against the counter, staring at him from across the room, he really didn’t seem to grasp the situation at all.

“Hey, baby.”, he kissed the air in your direction, giving you a terrible attempt at winking before burping grotesquely.

“What, you think this is funny?”, you seethed, any worry you had for him stomped on by his aloof behavior.

Giggling he sighed and lay down on the couch to look at you.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?“

“Mm- yeah!”, shaking his head and pressing his lips firm, he sat up, giving you a solemn expression as he locked his fingers together, pointing his index fingers at you, “time for you to kiss me~”

Losing it in a fit of giggles again, Joshua fell back against the couch, his body lax and heavy.

“I have never seen you this drunk, this many times in a row. Three times THIS WEEK, Joshua!”, though it wouldn’t help and he’d probably forget everything by morning, you’d had enough.

“And for what? I understand you’re celebrating, having a good time. But I heard how much you were drinking over tour. And now? I’m worried, Jisoo.”

Sighing deeply, he stared at you in silence, eyes narrowing before he finally responded, “I know. I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?? Why are you doing this? I don’t understand what’s going on with you and you won’t even talk to me.”, a stirring pot of your emotions was the only thing keeping you from crying; fearful, angry, heartbroken and ultimately done.

“I’m just trying to have fun. You know how hard we’ve worked for everything…”, he mumbled, his limp body sinking into the couch.

“Fun? I’ve never seen you like this. What are you doing to yourself? You can’t think this is-”

A snorted laughter cut you short, as if disregarding you completely.

“Did you not hear me?? Y/n, you said it yourself. We’re celebrating! This is normal here. You should have never come to Korea if you couldn’t handle it.”

That hurt you.

As he rolled onto his back he brought his feet into the couch and covered his eyes as if preparing to sleep, you couldn’t say anything. You just walked away and left the drunk to figure his shit out on the sofa.

The moment it’d passed his lips the line between his brow creased deeply as he played those words again in his head. Even when he wasn’t all there, Joshua was anything but a mean-hearted man. Even in his drunken state, he wallowed in his regret and inability to think of what he could possibly say to take it back. Moving his hands he only saw your back as you disappeared into your bedroom.

“Babe. Y/n, wait. Shi-“, he fell from the sofa, knocking everything from that corner of the coffee table including a clear vase that had been filled with layered, dyed sand of blues and cream.

The floodgates burst and his tears poured out just as the sand had as his knees numbly thudded on the floor. Feeling the grainy, colored sand against his palms he tried his best to separate the colors, he took a breath, scooping it up with his shaky hands. The first time sand pours over the sod of his hands, colors mixing as he failed to transfer it back into the vase, it felt as if he lost control of his emotions too. Or at least the ability to keep them under wraps, to keep calm and cool like he always had.

Another shaky, trembling breath as he exhaled through his nose, wiped his tears on the back of his wrist, trying to swallow them as he tried once again to separate the colors.

“No…”, he cried almost silently when it slips through the cracks of his quivering fingers, “…noo!”, he sobbed, try so hard to fix it, moving all the into a pile, breaking and sobbing harder as all the colors mixed together against his will.

When you heard the sound, it was one you weren’t familiar with. One that took a moment to process but made your heart thud with panic either way. Of course, there were the few times your little one had cried when he was sick, running a fever or stressed beyond imagination but you could count them on one hand. Your own tears had just subsided but a new alertness sparked through your limbs, moving you forward. No matter the situation, your heart would never allow your little Shua to hurt alone.

“Jisoo, what happened?”

Taking in the scene you kneeled at his side. It seemed he stumbled in his drunkenness and knocked the sand over. A mess, something that seemed so trivial was never something he’d ever cry over and try so desperately hard to fix as if the very earth he soaked with his tears depended on it.

“Baby…”, you whispered, reaching for his hand but he shook it off, pouring the sand he’d managed to scoop up into the vase before going for more, only making the mess worse in the process, “…Shua.”

“Joshua! Honey, stop it!”, you hadn’t meant to raise your voice but he was stuck in his head even as you’d pulled him against his chest he whined and cried, fighting your hold to get back to the mess he’d made.

“Have to fix it!!”, he spoke in wails,” lemme go-o!”

“It’s okay! Leave it, Jisoo.”, you whispered, holding him close until he stopped fighting, breathing heavily against you, slumped on the floor. After a moment, you stopped the purposeful ministrations, cooing and calming him.

“Baby… we have to talk about this. I know it’s hard but this has gotten out of hand.”, you never wanted to push him or pressure him to talk to you but the conversation had turned into an intervention. Damn you to hell if you were going to sit there and let him do this to himself.

Rubbing his back again, you listened to his ragged breathing hitching in his chest as he tried to stop them, “What’s going through your head, Joshua, Baby? What’s causing all these big feelings?”

Leaning into you further, he shook his head, whining and pleading. Whether it was too much or he just didn’t want to talk about it, you weren’t sure that was an option anymore.

“I know it feels like too much, doesn’t it? I promise it’ll feel better, Honey. Just talk to me, please.”, the desperation in your voice was screaming through your hushed tone. Joshua didn’t deserve anything that would put him through this much pain.

“Noo!”, the end of the waterworks was short-lived as he burst into tears again, sitting up and pulling from your arms, scooting away until his hands met with the sand again,” stop it!!”

“Stop what?? Please talk to me, Shua. I hate seeing you go through this alone.”, your eyes burned as your held back your own pained and bitter, salty tears.

“You’re gonna make me cry!!”, Joshua yelled his frustrations, rubbing his eyes, trying to pull himself from his regression, ultimately failing as his tears continued to roll freely down his face.

“It’s okay to cry, baby... Crying will make it feel better and I’m-“

“No!! Don’t wanna cry anymore!!”, he sobbed, his voice becoming weak, far too tired to continue with this fight. He let you hold him again but this time you waited until the room was silent and his breathing was calm again.

“I’m sorry…”, he spoke up, leaning into your fingers in his hair.

“I know.”

“We worked so hard to get this far. I… worked so hard. But-“, his voice cracked, he never saw these feelings coming and he’d never be ready to voice them after all the hardship Seventeen had fought through to make it to where they were. Sitting him up, you wiped away any stray tears that hadn’t dried, caressing his face with a nod, encouraging him to continue.

“- mommy I just want to be with you. I-“, he took a moment to collect himself. His emotions dragging him, making his heart ache and call out for you, but he needed to be big to get this out.

“I’m not saying I don’t want this life anymore. It’s our life. I’m just… tired. I don’t want to drink anymore. I don’t want to leave anymore. I don't want to be without you anymore…”, finally he got it all out. Maybe he needed a break, some time. It had been months since he’d been home with you longer than a week. Schedule after schedule you watched him go from his usual positive and patient self that he’d worked so hard to find, to torn down, tired and drinking to cope with the never-ending stress. They deserved to celebrate, they did. But Joshua had lost sight of what they were celebrating for.

“They’ll understand-“

“No, they won’t! I’m a Hyung! YOU don’t understand.”, he spewed hurtful words, tearing through and from you again he began to stand, only stopping when you caught his hand.

“You’re right. I don’t. But I understand that they’re your family. And they love you just like I love you. That’s how I know they’ll understand if you just tell them how you feel…”, gently, you tried to pull him back to you, your tears finally escaping when he stood in his place.

“Mommy, no no no. No cry.”, he whimpered, falling to his knees in front of you to clumsily wipe away your tears, blinking away newly fallen tears of his own. Never had you seen Joshua cry so much, not in all the time you’d known him.

“How can I not cry when my baby is crying and dealing with so much all on his own, huh?”, you gave a short laugh, cupping his cheeks, shaking his head with yours. Both of you had given all you could give, exhaustion taking over but somehow his tears kept coming. How long had he been holding them in, his mind waging war on itself with no one? It was too big, too much to tell you, his best friends, his family. But finally, he could cry.

Bringing him to bed, you pulled him into your arms fitting to the curve of his body, his special blankie in his, close to his heart. Rising and falling against his back, your chest against him calmed his breathing, pacing it with yours until his tears dried down to sleepy sniffles.

“I’m always here, Joshie. You know that, right?”, you whispered, shifting so he could roll over to lay his head on your chest. Nodding against you slowly, he waited patiently for your hand to rest on his head and stroke his hair like it always did.

“How about we talk about it tomorrow?”

🧸Endnote: thank you so much for requesting! I’m sorry it’s taken so long to get to >< any feedback I would enjoy greatly!!! Unfortunately, tumblr won’t allow me to add the song to the post >:(. As for Joshua, the thoughts and behaviors of his character in this fic do not necessarily reflect his thoughts and behavior irl!! This is a fictional scenario! thank you everyone for your support!! We are almost at 100 followers! I hope you like it!! ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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Can I put in a request for little!S. coups and x caregiver!reader I don’t mind if it’s a female or g/n caregiver but it’s where s. coups has had a very stressful week you know being the oldest and leader of 12 others isn’t easy and having comebacks isn’t the easier either but one day reader finds him so worked up like on the verge of tears and pulling his hair out stressed and reader suggest age regression so he won't be so worked up all the time and they start off with the basic stuff and yea.

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

Don’t wanna cry

As you enter your boyfriend’s room, your heart aches at the sight in front of you. Seungcheol was pacing back and forth beside his bed, muttering under his breath. His fingers were tangled in his hair and you noticed him occasionally giving them a harsh tug in clear frustration. You rushed over in a panic and gently pulled his hands away before he hurt himself even more.

“Hey…Hey what’s going on?” You asked him softly.

“Nothing, I’m fine. I’m just tired.” Seungcheol replied, seeming to avoid your gaze.

“It’s clearly not nothing babe, you were practically ripping your hair out and burning a hole into the floor with all your pacing.” You said, reaching up to push his hair out of his face. Seungcheol moved away from your touch and he cleared his throat.

“I’m fine.” He repeated.

“But you’re not fine. If you keep pushing your feelings away then they are just going to grow and grow until you crumble. Maybe we need to find a way for you to relieve some of this stress.”

“Like what?”

“Well, I read about this thing called age regressing. It’s basically where you get to act like a kid and let go of all the responsibilities you have as an adult. It’s supposed to be really good at helping get rid of stress and I’ll be here to take care of you whilst you are in that head space.” You explained, frowning a bit when Seungcheol lets out a scoff at your response.

“Act like a kid? That sounds ridiculous! I appreciate you trying to help me but I can’t just let go of all my responsibilities like that. Besides I have tried practically every stupid way of trying to relieve stress so how do we know this will even work. I mean it could end up making me feel worse…” He rambled on and started to pace again. You let out a sigh and quickly placed your hands on the side of his face.

“Hey please… please, just let me take care of you baby.” You said, running your thumbs over his cheeks gently. He looked at you before nodding and letting out a choked sob. He wrapped his arms around you tightly before burying his head into the crook of your neck. The frown on your face grew as you listened to his muffled sobs and you started to slowly rock the two of you.

The two of you stayed in that position for a while until you could hear his sobs turn into soft sniffles. Gently, you moved his head so that he was looking at you and used your thumbs to wipe away the last few tears that rolled down his cheeks.

“Oh my baby, I’m here for you okay?” You said quietly. He nodded his head before he used the back of his hand to rub at his eyes gently.

“Don’t wanna cry… jus’ wan be happy.” He mumbled out, the softness of his voice catching you off guard but you couldn’t help the small smile that crept up onto your face.

“I know sweetie, but it’s okay to cry. It’s good to let it all out so that then I can help you be all happy again.” You reassured him and your smile grew as he nodded along to your words.

With his permission, you started to help him get changed out of his clothes and into one of his soft hoodies and some comfy sweatpants before helping him sit down on his bed. You could tell something was on his mind as he played with the strings of his hoodie that laid on his chest.

“Can I… have a snack?” He asked, his gaze fixed on the strings that were wrapped around his fingers.

“Of course you can sweetie, I’ll go grab something for you.” You replied, giving him a soft kiss to the side of his head before heading into the kitchen. Pulling open the fridge door, you scan the shelves before pulling out the strawberries. After giving them a wash, you carefully cut them up into smaller pieces before placing them into a bowl and heading back to Seungcheol’s room.

As you entered the room, you couldn’t help but smile at the position he was in. Seungcheol sat against the headboard with his knees up to his chest, his eyes fixated on the TV at some cartoon he had put on. You made your way over to him and handed him the bowl of strawberries.

“Want me to feed them to you?” You ask him, giggling as he took the bowl from you, his eyes never leaving the TV screen.

“Nuh uh, I’m a big boy. I do it.” He mumbled out softly before he started to dig into his strawberries. You couldn’t help but smile fondly at the little pout that was still on his lips as he ate his snack. Whilst he enjoyed his quiet time, you got up to tidy away his stuff from the day but stopped in your tracks when you heard a whine and felt a tug on the back of your shirt. Quickly, you turned to look at Seungcheol who was staring back at you.

“Don’t leave me.” He sniffed softly. You let out a soft coo and sit down on the bed, pulling him into your side. He cuddled into your side before going back to eating and watching his cartoons.

“Never sweetheart…”

🧸End note: Aaaa my first ever request! I really hope you enjoy this anonie and honestly this request made me fall in love with little Seungcheol because he’s just so adorable! I also wanted to get this done as soon as possible so you could read it in time for his birthday! A big happy birthday to our precious, competitive, protective and oldest baby leader! We love you S.Coups! ~👑🐰💛

Little svt is working on our second ever request! As always- please let us know by comment or ask if you’d like to be added to the Taglist! AND A HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BIRTHDAY BOY, CHEOLIE!! ~🐶🐰🍓

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LittleSvt 100 Follower Giveaway

For 100 followers, we’ve decided to do another giveaway! This time there will be 2 winners! The first will get to submit a request to Admin II and both will receive a deco pola from Admin I!!

For the request you will submit a member (either caregiver or little) and a song! Example; little!Seungcheol and Ready to Love by Seventeen.

For the polas there will be multiple available for you to choose from!! you can see examples of my deco on the tag #nellies deco!! Joiners must be okay with giving their personal information for mailing.

Rules (read carefully; must complete all in order to join giveaway):

- must be following

- must reblog both our main Masterlist AND our Holiday Masterlist with tag #littlesvtgiveaway

- comment your ult Seventeen member and your favorite thing about them!

- comment your favorite work by us!! (Comments can be combined into one)

Note: Deadline will be January 23 @ 11:59 EST / only accs with sfw usernames may join due to the nature of our blog / thank you so much for your support!! 💗💖💗 ~ 🐶🐰🍓 + 👑🐰💛