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✧ Go slow, but go steady

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: age regression, fluff, crying, sickfic

Enjoy another one of these 🙂

“Hey, angel.” Amber was home from school and you were still in bed— you have been all day.

You rolled over to look at her, eyes glossy with tears. Her heart sunk a little, walking up to you and sitting down in the spot right beside you. “How ya feeling?” She asked, gently stroking your cheek.

“Bad.” You chuckled wryly. She felt your forehead: still warm. “Stomach still hurts?”

You nodded, letting out a sigh. It’s been hurting since you woke up and you were just waiting to throw up. Amber was certain it was the flu, but nonetheless…you were miserable. And it was quite the pitiful sight in her eyes. The stress lately’s gotten to you, so did that flu going around. Obviously. You were also on your period, to make matters worse. The nausea and body aches were tenfold worse because of that, but you’ve made it through the morning and now you just wanted to be babied.

The combination of sickness and your period was pretty much a disaster waiting to happen. In the sense that…you’d very easily regressed since you were in a vulnerable state, so to speak. So you’ve unintentionally been stopping yourself because you knew you had no one to look after you until late afternoon. Which was right now.

“Yes, baby?” She asked as you looked at her.

“Nothing.” You swallowed harshly, trying to get rid of the tears.

“Sit up for me?” She asked, “I’m gonna get you some water to drink.”

You shook your head in disagreement, “Don’t wanna.”

“Your lips are dry, baby.” She looked at you sadly.

“I fhrow up?”

“I’ll be right here, sweetheart.” She promised. You sat up, albeit unwillingly. Amber went to the kitchen to get you a drink, you just watched her as she moved. She never questioned your way of coping with things, unless they were physically unsafe.

She held the cup beneath your chin, a straw to your lips. You took a few slow sips, then you were done. You didn’t want to drink more. So she set it down on the nightstand. Also, this was a studio apartment so the place in itself was pretty small. But plenty for two. There was even a decently sized play area/safe space for you to sit in and play if you wanted to. Obviously you didn’t today. You were feeling under the weather. “Should we take a shower?”

“No.”

“That’s okay, want me to do your hair?”

You nodded without saying a thing, but you looked a little excited about it.

“That’s fun, huh?” She chuckled, swiftly grabbing a hairbrush and two hair ties so she could tie two braids for you. It was mainly a precaution to keep your hair out of the way in case you had to get sick but you didn’t need to know that.

“Hey.” She said.

“Huh?”

“Where else doesn’t feel good, angel?”

“Evewywhere.” You muttered unclearly.

“I’m sorry.” She frowned, pressing a kiss to your head. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise, love.”

You flopped onto her as she sat cross-legged, stretching across her lap. It honestly gave your achy back some relief. She caressed your back comfortingly. You mumbled, entirely incoherent. You weren’t even sure what you said yourself, but it didn’t matter.

“You have school?” You asked.

“Not tomorrow. It’s Saturday.”

She was glad you were going to have a long weekend, technically. “Okay.” You answered simply.

“Don’t wanna get up, do you?” She grinned, patting your back. “That’s okay, I’m all yours. Get comfy, little one. Not gonna let go of you.”

You giggled airily, shaking your head. “Okay, Amber.” You laid like this for awhile then you suddenly just looked at her. She knew that look. “Kay, baby. Up we go, c’mon.” She coaxed, “It’s okay.”

You didn’t want to get up, this is what you wanted desperately to avoid.

Every single surface in this apartment was spotless. Thanks to Amber, so you didn’t want to spill your guts on the floor. You followed her into the bathroom and you sat in her lap, right in front of the toilet. That propped you up nicely, though you’d really rather not be dealing with this. You whined, leaning back against her. “I know, sweetie.” Amber hushed, “I know, I’ve got you.”

“…I scared.” You cried.

“I know, and it’s okay to be scared. But I’m right here with you, angel.”

You flinched feeling that somersault in your stomach, the urge growing stronger, the bile rising higher. Amber just rubbed your back, telling you words of assurances all this time. “Don’t worry about it, just let it out.”

Well? You did. Not that you had much control over that. But, you did let it out after all. Not without some tears.

“That’s it, my love. You’re so brave.” Amber whispered, “You’re so brave, sweet girl.”

You dry heaved into the toilet, one hand clutching onto the side lazily. “It’s okay. You’re okay, you’re okay.” She assured, “Close your eyes.” Amber added on quickly, “Close your eyes, baby.” She held onto you like that for a little while longer. Having to throw up always takes a little bit out of you. You had emetophobia, she knows how difficult it was for you to just let it happen. But you did it.

“Wanna stand?”

“Okay.” You nodded, gulping and then wincing at the uncomfortable stinging feeling in your throat.

“Rinse out your mouth.” She hands you that little plastic cup, “There we go.” After washing your hands, you sat back in bed. Amber washes her hands too, then went to grab the thermometer from behind the sink cabinet.

The thermometer beeped and she took it out from under your tongue, then smiled at you. “Fever’s not that high, so that’s great.” She wiped the metal tip with a antibacterial wipe and kept it back in the little box it came in. “Let’s have you try a popsicle.”

“Owie.” You pouted.

Amber gave your hand a squeeze, “It’ll be good for your throat.” She encouraged, “You wanna pick one?”

“I want blue.” You requested.

“I’m sure we have some of those left.” Amber said back, walking back into the kitchen to look in the freezer. She found a blue popsicle like expected and helped you open it up before giving it to you. “Here you go, blue popsicle,”

Your face lit up, happy smile on your face for a moment, “Thank youuu~”

While you were distracted by the popsicle, Amber disappeared to go get medicines and a wet face towel dipped in a little container of cold water. “Sweetie, can I put this on your head?”

“Mm-mm.” You declined knowingly, “Is cold.”

“How about a pudding cup?”

You shook your head.

“Applesauce?” She asked hopefully. Amber wanted to mix in the fever reducer into the snack so you could consume it. You looked at her, and then away. “Please?”

“But I fhrow up.” You sulked. Amber’s got Dramamine, she was also trying to figure out how to make you understand you had to take that too. It was chewable, so she thought of just handing a tablet to you like it was candy.

“I know.” She answered softly, popping open the blister pack,“Take this? It helps your tummy feel better.”

You slowly reached out and took the tablet, popping it into your mouth. It didn’t taste bad, so you just…took it, finished up the rest of your popsicle and threw away the stick. After that, the bigger challenge was to get you to take the fever medicine. But after awhile, the Dramamine had you so drowsy that you didn’t care what was going on and just followed whatever instructions she was giving you. Including eating that applesauce she was slightly pleading you to eat. Amber had to feed it to you, but it went into your system with the Tylenol liquid…so, that job was done.

“Nappytime, sweetie?”

You nodded, very obviously fighting sleep as you held your arms up to be held. Amber gladly did so, rocking you gently to lull you to sleep entirely. She got to set you down and tuck you in after several minutes, then she was on her feet again searching for this water resistant sheet to place underneath your bottom as you napped. No, you don’t wet the bed. She was worried about leaks in terms of your period. Plus you were already to comfortable for her to bear to wake you up so you could change your pad. Besides, she knew you and your cycle well enough to know that it was one of your more manageable days…flow-wise, so she wasn’t all too concerned.

While you took your nap, Amber took this time to complete some of her assignments. You’ve been living with her since the beginning of college. It’s been almost three years since and four years of a relationship. You dropped out of college a year ago thanks to your health’s decline— both physical and mental. But you chose not to move back home for your own good.

Amber wandered into the bathroom to freshen up after some time, then she got a snack before settling back in at the dining table to do her work. About an hour and a half later, Amber was all done with assignments and bored. Because she’d usually be doing something with you this time of day. But instead, she went around the little apartment to straighten it up just so she could kill some time. You were still soundly asleep. For at least another half hour, then you woke up and instantly wanted to be cuddled. “Let’s go to the bathroom, honey.” She nudged you gently, letting go of the hug.

You sleepily followed her lead, holding onto her hand. As expected, nothing too bad. You changed out the pad and washed your hands without any trouble. She didn’t have to help you with it at all. Your fever stayed broken, but it was obvious you were still in pretty significant pain. The tell? You were clinging onto her like your life depended on it, but not that she was complaining. “Does your tummy still hurt?” She rubbed your back. “No.” You murmured, face nuzzled in the crook of her neck, “Right here.” She pulled away to see what you were referring to: your palm was resting on the area around your bellybutton— that’d be cramps. “Aw, that’s okay, sweetie.” She hugged you again, giving you a kiss on the cheek, “Want some hot chocolate? Sound good?”

“Yes.” You agreed, she felt your head nodding.

“Wanna come with me to the kitchen, lovebug?”

“Okay.” You replied, understandably a little sad and pouty. She found it so stinking cute, though. Once the two of you set foot in the kitchen, her phone rang. Work was calling— well, her manager. So she told you she’d just be a minute and stepped aside to answer the call. You thought, no problem. You knew how to make some hot chocolate, you could do it. So…you reached into the pantry for the tin of hot chocolate mix and set it down on the counter. You even managed to fill up the electric kettle with water to let it boil. But then, when you reached up to grab a mug, the sudden wave of pain made you lose your grip and the ceramic just slid out of your hand. It all happened so quickly that Amber couldn’t even stop it despite being a few feet away.

“Oh, cr— Luanne, can I call you back in a few? Oh— okay, yeah. Thanks, I’ll see you at work in a few days.” Amber hastily ended the call and thankfully her manager sensed the panic so she understood quickly.

“y/n, don’t move.” Amber ordered. You swallowed thickly, frozen in fear as you stared at the floor. She rushed to your side and told you to step back, you were trying not to cry already. Why couldn’t you do this right? “…sorry.” You told her timidly, “Don’t be mad.”

Her gaze softened, “I just don’t want you to get hurt, honey. It’s alright, I’ll clean it up. You just sit down and wait for me, okay? I’ll bring you the hot chocolate when I’m done.” You looked terrified and she felt horrible. It was just in the panic of the moment that she spoke in such a tone. “I’m not mad, angel.” Amber continued, leading you back to the bed carefully, “I promise. Everything’s fine, I’m just gonna clean that up and make you the hot chocolate, hm?”

“Why don’t you cuddle with Sally while you wait?” She hands your stuffed cat, patting your head tenderly, “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” You agreed, avoiding her eyes. She sure as heck was going to make it up to you once she was done cleaning up the floor and making your drink. So…you just sat there, hugging your plush tightly and watching Amber clean up your mess, and make you your drink. In silence, and through a clouded vision.

“Come here, baby.” She set the mug on the nightstand and sat on the floor holding onto a box of crayons and a colouring book. You shook your head, “Mm-mm.”

“You need a hug.” She gestured, arms wide open as she sat before you on the floor. “C’mere, it’s okay, sweetie. We’re okay, see? Accidents happen, but that’s totally fine. We just have to be careful, and safe. So we can do fun things. Isn’t that right?”

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Although a little hesitant, you eased up anyway and nodded shyly. Now sat in her lap, Amber has her arm wrapped around your torso from behind, “Wanna pick a page to colour while we wait for the hot chocolate to cool down?”

You nodded, this time eagerly. She was so glad you were now able to just focus on the fun things instead of that little mishap. “Mickey Mouseeeee.” You giggled when you decided on a page. “That’s right.” Amber chimed in, attacking your face with kisses and making you laugh.

You promptly started colouring, your sadness and worries forgotten. You felt Amber kissing your cheek again, “I love you.”

“Hehe.” You chuckled, “Luv you too Amber.” You handed her a crayon, wanting her to join you. She took it and started to colour too. You grinned. A few minutes later, you took a break, enjoying the warm comforting beverage with Amber carefully watching you.

“Is it good?”

“Yeah.” You told her, “Thank you.”

“I’m glad. You’re welcome, angel.”

Before she could say anything else, you stood up. “Hey, what’d you need?”

“Need to weeeee.” You told her while you walked away to the bathroom. She just chuckled to herself at how adorable you sounded, “Watch your step, baby.” Amber reminded.

She waited for you to come back out, having a snack ready for when you did. You gasped, “Snackies!”

“Here you go.” She handed you the Mickey Mouse bowl filled with a mix of Goldfish crackers and Gerber puffs.

“Cartoons?” She suggested.

“Yes, please.” You said back. Amber clicked the TV on and played your favourite show, Charlie and Lola.

“There we are.” Amber set down the remote, “Feeling okay?”

“Mhm. Better.”

“I’m happy to hear that.” She said, stroking your hair, “Enjoy your snack and the cartoon, angel.” Amber just remained next to you, leaving the colouring book and the crayons right there on the floor in case you wanted to continue afterwards.

Before you guys knew it, it was almost time for dinner. “What do you want for dinner, sweetheart?”

“Spaghetti O’s?” You asked, hopefully.

“Sure, if you’re up for it.” Amber agreed readily, “Whatever you want.”

“Hot dogs too?”

“Hot dogs too.” Amber laughed, ruffling with your hair barely. “Do you want it now or later?”

“Mm, later?”

“Alrighty.” Amber lets you lay your head in her lap, “Tummy’s all good?”

“Yup.” You grinned, “It’s okay. Not icky.”

“That is great.” Amber places her palm on your abdomen anyway, knowing you liked the extra warmth. “Two more episodes then we’re making dinner, okay?”

“Two?” You asked, holding up two fingers. Amber grabbed your hand and gave it a playful squeeze, “Yep.”

“Okay~”

Amber sighed, “You’re so cute.”

You laughed, “No.”

“Yes, you are.” Amber disagreed, tickling your tummy and making you laugh, “You’re the cutest.”

You beamed, “Aw.”

“Yes.” She squished your cheeks by holding your chin.

You giggled harder, “Okay.” Voice a little funny because she was squishing your cheeks together.

“Should we go look at some toys once you feel all better, sweetie?”

“Ooh.” You agreed, “Really?”

“Really. Promise.” She held out her pinkie, you hooked yours with hers, all smiles. You must be feeling better already now that you were in a better mood.

You nodded, focusing on the cartoon again quietly, comfortably snuggled up with Amber rubbing your back. After the second episode was over, you followed Amber into the kitchen, standing behind her as she heated up your Spaghetti O’s in a pot on the stove. Hot dogs were in the airfryer since you preferred it that way. Amber decided to have the same thing too, just to save time. Besides, it seemed like a nice choice for the night— quick and filling.

Eventually, the night was over. You and Amber were back in bed, cuddled up together. Your fever came back, but not as bad as before, so you were back to being extra clingy. She did manage to get you to take the fever meds again, so she wasn’t too worried already. Your stomach no longer hurts, so that was an amazing improvement.

“Good night.” You murmured.

“Good night, sweetheart.” Amber whispered, “I love you so very much.”

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idontplaytrack · 2 days ago

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heyyy! First I love your fics!! Hoping for some more regressed janis! My idea is she’s out with damian and regina in public and she accidently regresses and gets really mad/ upset. Tantrum level. They have to take her home and tell her why it wasn’t ok to throw a fit.

✧ Freak the freak out

Janis ‘Imi’ike x Regina George (ft. Damian Hubbard)

Warnings: age regression, tantrums, crying, implied domestic violence, bit of coarse language, fluffy ending

Enjoy this short little drabble. I hope

“Janis!” Regina hollered, running after the petite brunette in the carnival crowd.

“What—” Damian stares at the chaos in front of him, startled. He was holding onto a churro in one hand, half-eaten. And also Janis’ slushie on the other.

The blonde’s head whipped around, and she spoke through gritted, “Help me, Hubbard.”

The guy gulped and quickly caught up.

“You carry on running and we’re going right home!” Regina warned. Janis slowed to a halt at this threat, she didn’t want to go home yet— she was having fun.

“I told you not to get her the slushie.” Regina huffed.

“It’s just one thing, Reg.” Damian sighed, “She isn’t usually this easily hopped up on sugar.” He swiftly pulled her back by her shirt, “I’m gonna stop you right there because you’re girlfriend’s gonna give you an ass whooping if you make her run any more.”

“I am not that violent, bitch.” Regina snorted, glaring at Damian jokingly. Janis sulked, Regina put an arm around her shoulder. “Cheer up. I only told you not to run because it’s dangerous. I don’t want you to fall and get hurt.”

Janis wriggled free from Regina’s hold and sulked the rest of her way through the night. Even though she was quietly just sipping on her slushie now, Regina knew something was going to go wrong. It was not the first time. And of course, Regina was right. She usually was. After three tries at a carnival game, Regina was down six bucks but still couldn’t win a prize for Janis. Usually, the Hawaiian would simply be bummed. But tonight, she just…screeched and started crying.

Damian and Regina stared at each other, completely stunned. “Yeah, we’re going home.” Regina decided, going back to her car with Damian and holding Janis close. “Come on, baby.”

At this point, Janis wasn’t even looking at where she was going, her face buried in Regina’s side as she wept. Regina hands the keys over to Damian when the shorter girl showed no sign of letting her go. “It’s okay.” Regina held her face by the chin, Janis just looked away, pouting. “C’mon, what’s wrong?” Regina sighed quietly.

Janis doesn’t talk, but the tears just keep flowing. Regina knew Janis really wanted that stuffed panda, but wasting money on that game wasn’t the way to go. She would rather just buy it for Janis at the store. And she was going to. ”It’s not okay to just scream and cry in public like that, Jan.”

“I know.” Janis sulked, “…’m sorry. Is not nice.”

The rest of the ride home to Regina’s was filled with uncomfortable silence. Regina didn’t know what else to do but hold her. She knew Janis was regressed, and had been for the entirety of the evening, but Regina only wished she knew what caused it this time so she could help her better.

“You sure you don’t want me to stick around for a while?”

“We’re fine, go home. It’s late.” Regina smiled appreciatively, “I got this.”

“Alright, good night. If you need anything, contact me.”

Regina leads Janis up to her room, closing the door behind them both. “What’s the matter?” Regina asked, crouching down to Janis’ eye level as she sat Janis down on her bed.

Janis shook her head, mumbling, “ I dunno.” Then she started sobbing again, and apologizing ever so often. “Did Cady make you watch a scary movie?”

“No.” Janis mumbled, “Sad.”

“Oh.” Regina had a similar frown on her face, “I’ll get you that panda soon, baby. I promise.”

“…’m scared, too.”

“Why, baby? What happened?”

“Mama threw something.”

“What? At you?”

“I made her mad.” Janis nodded.

“Oh, you’re okay now. I promise, I’m right here.”

“I don’t like it.” Janis choked on a sob, “Feel funny.”

Regina’s brows furrowed together, studying Janis closely. Then she sees that Janis had a hand on her chest, massaging it like it was hurting. “It goes so fast.”

“Baby, look at me.” Regina held her chin, “Look at me, okay?”

“Reggie, help me. I don’t like dis—”

“Janis, I’m gonna need you to look at me, kiddo.” Regina repeated firmly, “Do what I do, breathe. In and out.”

“I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. Baby, you can. You got this, I’ve got you. You’re okay, I promise you.”

Took some time, but Regina got Janis calm again. And asleep. Calm, and asleep. Perfect. But her back was starting to hurt after being on her feet all day. When Regina tried to set Janis down, she woke up, “No, stay.”

“I know, I know.” Regina hummed, “I just want to set you down because my back doesn’t feel good. But I’m gonna snuggle with you, alright?”

Janis agreed after some seconds, “…kay.”

At last, Regina carefully put Janis on the mattress then laid down next to her. At least this way, they were both happy and Regina didn’t have to deal with a heck of a flare up of her back pain the next day.

“You feel better?” Regina asks, watching Janis’ face. As Regina brushed the hair out of her eyes, Janis smiled softly, “Mhm.”

“That’s great, sweetie.” Regina stroked her cheek with her thumb, smiling in relief.

“Thank you Reggie.” Janis laughed sleepily, eyes cheekily peeling open. Regina grinned, pinching her cheek, “Don’t you wanna sleep, hm?”

Janis giggled, nodded her head then snuggled closer. Instinctively, the blonde’s arms around her tightened. “G’night.” Janis murmured, face smushed up against Regina's chest.

“Good night, sweet love.” Regina planted a kiss to her forehead, “Good night. I love you.”