#age regression fan fic

[3unnyceleste]

Potato head

Cg! Fyodor x Little! YN

This is an agere fic between the reader and Fyodor! He and his little one are out shopping, but when a toy causes a tantrum, he's at his wits end. *Malyshka means 'baby' in russian. TW: mention of timeout, being called a 'potato head' as a joke.

It was Friday: shopping day. Fyodor needed to go and grab some groceries from the local supermarket in Yokohama, and he brought you, his precious little one, along. He figured you were big enough to do so, seeing as you felt about 5-ish.

The shopping trip had started out well, and you were being very well behaved! He'd dressed you in a pair of denim overalls with peekaboo patches and a green-and-yellow striped t shirt, and he sported his usual attire, cloak and ushanka included. He'd managed to knock off many of the needed groceries, and even let you wear his Ushanka around the supermarket. However things started falling apart when Fyodor made a vital mistake:

Passing by the toys aisle.

It's not like he wouldn't spoil you, he loved spoiling you- but he wanted you to also learn that there was a time and place for such, and he kept new toys as a reward for a job well done or a special occasion. He didn't want you to expect toys every single day, and wanted you to stay grateful and mindful of the things you already had. As he strolled past, you tugged on his cloak. He sighed, knowing already what you were about to ask.

"Yes, malyshka? What is it you need, my little one?" Fyodor asked with patience. You immediately pointed to the brightly colored toy aisle:

"Papa, I wan' toys please!" You asked, eager to explore the toy aisle. Fyodor let out a deep sigh, knowing there was no turning back. One peek couldn't hurt right? Plus it was next to the cereal aisle, and he was meaning to grab some cereal anyway.

"You can go look at them while papa looks at the cereal okay? Don't stray far, malyshka." He warned, his voice full of paternal care, as he turned back to the cereals. You didn't wait for him to finish his sentence, and darted right over to the toys aisle, a not-so silent giggle escaping you. You felt so small in the large toy aisle, and every toy there was imaginable! Dolls, cars, baby blocks, kitchen toys, play food-

and there was Mr. and Mrs. Potato head, in all their plastic glory. You were THRILLED to say the least. And one thought ran through your regressed mind at that moment:

You wanted- no- you NEEDED them.

So what did you do? You ran straight back to your caregiver, who was busily examining the nutrition labels between Raisin Bran cereal (ick, you thought), and Frosted flakes (yum!). To your dissapointment, he picked the Raisin Bran cereal, and threw it in the cart with a loud *THUD*. However, you quickly pushed the thought of the icky cereal from your mind, and tugged on Fyodor's cloak. Fyodor turned to you, an eyebrow raised.

"Malyshka, what did we say about tugging? Could you please say 'papa', next time?" He lightly scolded, his voice still warm. You nodded quickly and rushed to interupt:

"Papa! Can I please, please, PLEASEEEEEE, get this??" You held up the plastic casing of the potato heads, giddy at the idea of TWO new toys! However Fyodor was firm. He loved you too much not to be, as he knew that discipline and rules were a must, especially in the headspace you were in.

"Let me see the toys Malyshka." He inspected the price of the duo pair. $30. Money wasn't an issue, the issue was he'd already bought you a new toy just a week ago. Buying another one so soon didn't seem reasonable, especially because all your toys were already fairly new, despite being slightly worn from the frequent play. He set the toy back in the toy aisle.

"I'm sorry, but we don't need this right now, dear. Now come on, let's go to the checkout." He reached for your hand to hold, but you pulled away. You felt upset, you wanted that toy so badly.

"But I want it!" You cried out, your annoyance becoming audible. You tried everything to convince him as he checked out: You tried puppy eyes, begging him, outright demanding it, and bribing him. (with your allowance of course, which didn't fool him.)

Eventually the two of you made it to the car. This was it, the last chance. There was one strategy you didn't do:

the dreaded tantrum.

You began stamping your foot to get his attention.

"PAPA! I want the toy NOW!" You cried out in frustration. Fyodor wasn't having it, however.

"Malyshka, that's enough! I have told you no! Now kindly get inside the car, and buckle up. Now." His voice left no room for argument. However you persisted, yelling and crying and stamping your foot, until he'd had enough.

"Little one, I'm dissapointed. I took you to the store knowing you were a big girl, but the way you acted in the store was unacceptable. And as a result, there WILL be consequences when we get home." Fyodor scolded. However his response was met with tears from you. You hadn't meant to push it so far, and you were STILL really upset about the potato heads. He let out an exhasperated sigh before picking you up in his arms and stroking your hair lovingly.

"Shhh.... Malyshka.... It's okay. I know you're a good little one, but you've been behaving like a petulant toddler... Papa loves you, you know this, Da?" He crooned as he gently pushed your pacifier into your mouth with one of his pale fingers. As you calmed down, he buckled you back in and drove the two of you home. At home, He wasted no time, and promptly placed you in the time out corner.

"There we are. Like I said, we don't throw tantrums in public. Now you must sit there and lose five minutes of playtime." He chided lightly and sat in a chair watching you.

After the timeout passed and many tears as well, he rocked you gently and pressed soft kisses onto your head.

"There, now have we learned our lesson, my little potato head?" He joked teasingly, his voice still while he stroked your hair.

~END~

[lil-nixie]

I found a fanfic on AO3 and it was a Pressure fanfic where the reader was an age regressor and Sebastian took care of them and it made me really happy. I've been really wanting agere content with Sebby so yay :D

The fic is "GET OUT!!!!! (except he doesnt say that)" by normalNormieface btw

[cottoncandyfreckles]

🌀💤Bedtime💤🌀

“ha ha ha that picnic was so much fun don’t ya think little one?” Wally chuckled as you and him entered home it let out a soft bang and creak as a way of saying ‘welcome home’

However you seemed to be spacing out and seemingly haven’t heard Wally with how exhausted you are after such an energetic day “neighbor? Neiigghhbboorrrr? Neighbor!” it wasn’t until he shaked you a little you snapped out of it and actually responded “huh? Oh sorry”you mumbled feeling rather embarrassed for spacing out so easily “oh goodness you scared bubba are you sure you're ok little one?” Wally said in a rather concerned tone while holding your hand his felt hand giving you a soft squeeze.

This made you regress more than you already were which was surprising since you were already regressed “y-yeah i'm ok.”at the end of your sentence you let out a loud yawn and stretch slightly.”Oh my! Is Bubba's little neighbor sleepy? Well then, let's get you ready for bedtime.``Wally said in a cheerful tone while leading you to the guest room aka your little room “Noooooo” you whine while rubbing your eye a vain attempt to get you stay wake “Yessss'' Wally responds “Frank says it's important to get a good nights sleeps so your going to bed.”Wally said as you two finally made it to your room he then stated helping you get ready for your nap

 “But wanna keep playing.” you said whining you didn’t wanna go to sleep just yet you wanted to spend more time with Wally “Silly neighbor if you keep playing you'll get even more tired, sleepy babies like you need to go straight to bed.”Wally said as he helped you into pajamas “b-but i don’t want you to leave.” you said in a sad tone you really didn’t want him to leave.

This seemed to surprised Wally he didn’t expect you to be so clingy but he didn’t mind one bit “don’t worry little neighbor bubbas not going anywhere i'll stick with you until you wake up” he said while booping your nose a habit he picked up from Barnaby “you promise?” you said hopeful as he guided you to the bed, tucking you in and putting your favorite pacifier in your mouth. “you have my word little one bubba will be right here when you wake up then we’ll play as many games as you like” 

these words comforted you as sleep started to finally get to you and in the meantime Wally hummed a sweet lullaby as you finally drifted to sleep.

[melodicaprils]

i love being a good writer w/ lakes full of creativity bc at first its like playing with dolls but then longer n more serious fics are more like weaving an intricate web of storytelling n foreshadowing

also its rlly cool to see ppls reactions to my chapters like once i did an experiment where i wrote smth super tear-jerking n sad w/ the intent of making the reader cry n many ppl said they cried in the ao3 comment section which made me happy :3

i need to continue my regretevator fic i have ideas i just dont have motivation

[jacksdinonuggets]

this is how I cope with relapses. I make fics about them.

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Adam had recently started staying at the hotel. It wasn’t his choice and he much rather would not but there was no other place for him to go when he spawned in hell after being killed. Charlie had been very excited to try to get him to be better, but for Vaggie, it was quite literally hell. She hated how he’d call everyone slurs and fetishize her and Charlie’s relationship. He even tried to make fun of her regression before Charlie had to step in and tell Adam off. However, the worst thing that he constantly did was talk about weight. It was always, “girl’s shouldn’t be over 200” this, and “do you really need that apple juice?” that. He always made comments about Vaggie’s weight, ever since she was an exorcist. 

The whole Adam thing had stressed the angel out so much that she needed to take the day off to regress. It was about noon when she had gotten situated and started playing under her tummy time mat. Charlie had left for a moment to go grab something but would just be a room away. However, she returned rather fast with a baby spoon and a baby bowl of applesauce.

“Baby, it’s num-num time,” Charlie said. But Vaggie just sat up, looked down, and then shook her head. She didn’t need the food. She wasn’t at the point of starvation yet.

“What’s wrong? You don’t want applesauce?” The princess guessed.

“Nu-unh. Not hungy,” Vaggie responded, grabbing her Koala stuffy. Charlie sighed and kneeled down in front of her. She really hoped it was just Vaggie being difficult and testing, and not her relapsing.

“Vaggie, you need to have lunch. You didn’t have a very big breakfast this morning, hun,” She recalled. The angel had a single banana for breakfast that morning and that was it. So she needed to have something to keep herself satisfied.

“Sweetie, please. I know being hungry isn’t a good feeling,” She said in a soothing voice. But when Vaggie still didn’t respond, she sighed.

“Why are you relapsing, baby? I thought you were doing good,” Charlie sat down next to her and held her in her arms.

“Adam…” Vaggie mumbled behind her pacifier.

“Is he making comments about you again?” she nodded. Charlie sighed, “I’ll talk to him about it later, okay? But for now, you need to eat something,” 

Vaggie whined and tried to back up out of her arms, really not wanting the applesauce. She knew it was normally low calories but this was Lucifer’s homemade applesauce. It was packed with sugar and some weird type of syrup and cinnamon. All things that could make it high in calories and make her gain weight. She already was born a little heavier than others and had a hard time losing weight, she didn’t need to gain any. 

“It’s okay, sweetie. I made sure it’s only 200 calories. That’s less than a normal meal, remember? And my dad used a sweetener instead of the sugar from Gluttony to not trigger anything. You won’t gain any long-term weight from it, baby,” Charlie reasoned. She had taken a couple of classes on how to help her girlfriend with her eating problem. Vaggie had also said that having lots of small snacks instead of 3 full meals helped her feel better about eating. So that’s what Charlie tried to do whenever she was in charge of keeping Vaggie fed.

“Fine…” Vaggie mumbled. Charlie smiled, feeling really happy that her little one finally agreed. 

She put her bib on and started to feed her. Even though she was still a bit grumpy, Charlie could tell she was really enjoying the little airplane noises.

The journey to recover was going to be long but at least Charlie knew how to help Vaggie feel better for these short term relapses.

[lttl3babybug]

Can you write regressor mikey fic?

YEA!! :D

I love Mikey he’s so silly 😋

Family Portrait

Mikey sat at the small kitchen island with his box of crayons out, he was drawing a picture of him and all his brothers. He was very invested in his drawing, occasionally he’d look up at one of his brothers to capture their likeness just right! Or…as right as little Mikey could get it. Once he’d finished with his drawing he proudly presented it to his three brothers, Leo looked over and took the drawing out of Mikey’s hand with a small smile. “Hey look at that” he hummed as he nudged his brother, Donnie looked up from his phone and over at the drawing, he smiled a little and gave Mikey a thumbs up and typed on his phone before a robotic voice came from it saying, “do you want to put it on the fridge?”

Mikey looked very excited by the idea of that, as he scrambled off his chair the small orange pacifier slipped from his mouth. Leo had shown Raph the drawing as Michelangelo stumbled his way over to his brothers, Raph gave Mikey a proud smile as he pointed to the crayon drawing of himself, “I’ve never looked better” he smiled to his brother. Mikey smiled very widely as he heard Raph’s compliments, he hugged his older brother smiling down at his drawing he was so proud of.

“Hmmm…I dunno Raph, I think this is an improvement” Leo said holding up the drawing so the portion of it was covering Raphael. Mikey shook his head, “No! No! Luv Raphie!” I said clinging to his older brother as Leo laughed to himself. He then looked over to Donnie, pulling a pouty face, “what’d you think bro? Who looks better?” He asked. Donnie looked up, rather unamused, he continued to type on his phone. The robotic voice ringing through his brothers ears. “The drawing. I think we should stick it over your face from now on”

As Leo gasped rather loudly Raph grabbed the drawing and picked up Mikey, ignoring the twin’s bickering in the background Raph took Mikey over to the fridge. “Pick a magnet” he said softly. Mikey reached out picking a magnet shaped like a bowl of fruit, Raph put the drawing flat on the fridge as Mikey stuck if on with the magnet. He looked up at Raph and clapped happily to himself as he looked between his older brother and the drawing on the fridge.

[darkmacadamien]

Whumptober 2023, No. 4: "You in there?"

“Bruv, I dare you to drink it,” Isaac says, pointing to the crystal decanter containing a mysterious purple liquid sitting on Coach Beard’s desk.

Jamie scoffs. “Fuck off, man. I ain’t got a clue what’s in there. What if it kills me?”

“Then we will remember you fondly, Jamie Tartt,” Dani proclaims.

Jamie pretends to think about it for a moment, then rolls his eyes. “Uh, nah. Still ain’t doing it.”

“Okay then, boy-o,” Colin interjects, “how about this— I double dare you to drink it.”

“Oooh,” the whole team choruses.

“You cannot turn down a double dare, my friend,” Sam says. Colin and Isaac nod in agreement, the fucking traitors.

“That ain’t fucking fair,” Jamie protests. “Why’re you picking on me, anyway? Richard’s the one with the iron stomach.”

“You were standing closest to me. Sorry, bruv,” Isaac apologizes, though he don’t sound very sorry.

“Philistines,” Jamie grumbles, but he picks up the fancy glass anyway. Unfortunately, Sam is correct: you can’t just not do a double dare. It’s practically one of the Ten Commandments, or something.

Jamie pops the cap on the bottle and gives the contents a cursory sniff. It smells cloyingly sweet, like those shitty perfume samples you get from magazines. “I think this might be alcohol,” Jamie says, running the bottle under his nose again. The scent is so strong it makes saliva well up in his mouth.

“All the more reason for you to drink it,” Jan Maas points out.

“Mate, you know I’m a lightweight. Roy will literally fucking kill me if I show up to training drunk.”

“Sorry,” Colin says, faux sympathetically, “but rules are rules.” He claps Jamie on the shoulder. “Drink up.”

Jamie sighs but concedes the point, and downs the shimmering purple liquid in one quick swallow. It tastes surprisingly light, like green tea, with hints of earthy spices, but it goes down like liquid fucking fire.

It’s worse than the highest-proof alcohol Jamie’s ever had, which had nearly made him vomit from one sip (there’s a reason he drinks vanilla vodka, for fuck’s sake).

Jamie chokes on the aftertaste, coughing and spluttering like he’s drowning. “Water,” he croaks, and a bottle is immediately thrust into his hands. Jamie guzzles it down, but it does nothing to soothe his burning throat.

A strange warmth begins emanating from his stomach where the liquid had settled like a ton of bricks. Jamie clutches at it, suddenly feeling faint.

“Something don’t feel right,” Jamie says.

Then he explodes into a large cloud of purple dust.

“Shit,” Isaac says grimly, when the dust settles. “I think we killed him.”

Where Jamie had once been standing, a figure lies crumpled on the ground.

“Jamie,” Dani cries, diving towards his friend and turning him over. When he catches sight of Jamie’s face, Dani jumps back like he’s been shocked. “Ay, Dios mío,” he shouts, crossing himself.

Colin puts his finger firmly on his nose, and says, “I am not explaining this to Roy,” because there, lying on the ground, is an unconscious child-size version of Jamie Tartt.

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Isaac goes to find Ted, because Dani has devolved into hysterics and Ted is the least likely to start shouting and make things worse.

“Watch him,” Isaac orders Colin, pointing at child-Jamie, who’s still (blessedly) unconscious. Then he leaves Sam in charge. “Whatever you do, do not let Roy or Coach Beard into this room. If Roy starts threatening to punch dicks, call Keeley.”

Sam nods grimly. “I understand, Captain.”

“You’re a brave man,” Isaac tells him, and then he’s off.

It doesn’t take long to find Ted; he’s where he usually is at this hour, which means he’s riding around the pitch on the lawnmower.

“Coach! Coach, we have an emergency!” Isaac shouts, waving him down. Ted shifts the lawnmower into gear and rides over at an excruciatingly slow pace. Five minutes later, he’s pulling over in front of Isaac and killing the engine. “What’s up, buttercup?” he chirps.

“It’s Jamie,” Isaac says. “He drank the magic purple stuff on Beard’s desk and now he’s a kid.”

“Well,” Ted says, blinking slowly, “I must admit, I’m a little confused. Do you mean kid, as in…?”

“A child. Like, a youngster, or whatever they say in America. He can’t be any older than thirteen.”

“Oh, wow,” Ted says. “I think this might be a little above my paygrade. You said he drank something off of Coach’s desk, right? Sounds like we need to track him down and see what he has to say about all this.”

“Wait,” Isaac barks. “Won’t he be mad that we messed with his stuff?”

“I’d say it’s probably his fault for not putting a ‘No Touch’ sticker on it, wouldn’t you?”

Isaac shrugs. Fair enough.

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“It’ll wear off in about twenty-four hours,” Beard tells the team, standing ominously over Jamie’s unconscious body.

“And there won’t be any weird side effects?” Isaac asks.

“Nope,” Beard says. “Once he switches back, he’ll be exactly the same as before.”

The team lets a collective sigh of relief.

“Why’d you even have something like that laying around, Coach?” Isaac asks.

“I didn’t,” Coach Beard says. “Jane must have snuck in and left it for me.” He sounds properly charmed by it, the bastard.

Out in the hallway, Roy passes by the dressing room and then promptly turns around once he realizes the entire team is gathered inside, still fully kitted out. “Oi, what’s this? Are we having a fucking party or some shit?”

The team moves in unison to hide Jamie’s unconscious body. “Nothing unusual is going on here, Coach,” Sam says, sounding like he’s reading directly from a script.

Roy shifts, widening his stance and squaring his shoulders, looking as if he’s rearing up for a fight. “I didn’t say I thought something unusual was going on,” he says evenly. “Out with it, then. What the fuck is going on here?”

When everyone remains stubbornly silent, Roy sighs, sounding put-upon. “Okay, let’s try this again— either someone speaks up, or I start punching dicks.”

The team parts like the Red Sea. Roy’s eyes immediately snap to Jamie’s unconscious figure. “Is that Tartt?” he asks. He walks over and pokes him with his foot.

Isaac clocks the exact moment Roy realizes that Jamie is about a foot shorter than he’s supposed to be.

“What in the ever-loving FUCK have you muppets—”

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Roy reams the entire dressing room out for a good ten minutes. Not even Coach Beard and Lasso are spared, which in other circumstances might’ve been comical, but mostly it was just terrifying.

So terrifying, in fact, that no one notices a tiny Jamie Tartt come to consciousness and sneak out of the changing room.

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Thirteen-year-old Jamie Tartt has no idea what to think when he wakes up in a strange dressing room with a much-older-than-he-remembers Roy Kent ripping into a team that he vaguely recognizes as AFC Richmond (although the kits look a little different than he remembers, too).

Jamie spares a thought to wonder why he’s lying on the ground, and then another to wonder how in the fuck he got here, because last time he checked, Richmond was hours away from Manchester.

The last thing Jamie remembers is his dad knocking him around the head, which might explain why he was unconscious, but past that, all semblance of sense goes right out the fucking window.

So, Jamie starts devising a plan to get the fuck out of there, ‘cause even though he was basically Roy Kent’s biggest fan, watching the man have a bitch-fit in person was much scarier than it was on TV.

And also, maybe, he’s just a little afraid that Roy Kent might start yelling at him, too. So, Jamie plays unconscious for a few moments longer, opening his eyes just a tick so it looks like they’re still closed, and scopes the room out, noting the nearest exit. Jamie maps out the quickest route to get the hell out of there, which doesn’t take long ‘cause Jamie happens to have a lot of practice escaping precarious situations.

Roy Kent has the team (and what looks like two coaches, what the fuck is that about?) cowering with their backs turned, so Jamie rolls over, shifts into a crouch, and creeps out of the room, real light on his feet. The moment he hits the hallway, Jamie sprints for the exit.

Well, he tries to, but a wave of dizziness sends him careening into the wall. His vision blacks about for a moment, and when Jamie comes to again, he’s half-sprawled on the floor.

Apparently, he’s in much worse shape than he thought.

Further down the hallway, the doors to the entrance fling open, and a tall blonde woman comes strutting in, heading straight towards Jamie. She hasn’t spotted him yet, but he’ll be impossible to miss once she looks up from her phone, so Jamie makes a dive for the nearest storage closet. There ain’t no way he’s making it past her without getting caught, and for some reason, she scares Jamie more than The Roy Kent, so it really ain’t worth risking it.

He clicks the door quietly behind himself, plunging the tiny room into darkness, and turns the lock. His jumping pulse thrums just below the surface of his skin. It’s much quieter in here; the only things that Jamie can hear are his own labored panting and the muted sound of the scary woman’s heels clicking past the storage closet and down the hallway.

Jamie presses his ear against the door and sighs in relief when the footsteps finally fade into silence. He leans back, slouching against a set of metal shelves.

Now that he has a moment to catch his fucking breath, Jamie does the exact opposite and starts panicking. He has no fucking clue how he’s going to get back to Manchester, but the first, most obvious step is to find a phone and call his mummy, ‘cause she always knows what to do, ‘cept Jamie doesn’t have a fucking phone on him, and after a cursory check of his pockets, he finds he don’t have any change on him, either, so a payphone is out, too.

The only person he knows in this entire building is Roy fucking Kent, but the thought of getting yelled at by him makes Jamie literally want to throw up, like. And Roy Kent had seemed pretty angry, and Roy Kent is the type of guy to yell at the sun if it shines too bright, so. Roy Kent is probably out, too, unless Jamie wants to send himself into early cardiac arrest, or whatever.

Jamie seems to be doing a pretty good job of inducing a heart attack all by himself, though, if the pain in his chest is anything to go by. It’s just— he can’t fucking breathe, and his head is on fucking fire, so Jamie reaches back to touch the crown of his head, where the pain is emanating, and his fingers come back wet. He can’t fucking see anything ‘cause the room is pitch black, so he sticks a finger in his mouth, and yeah. That’s the taste of iron, which means the sticky viscous liquid coating his fingers is blood. Jamie is bleeding.

Fuck.

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It takes approximately five minutes after Roy stops yelling for everyone to realize that Jamie had somehow disappeared, and then another five minutes after that to organize a cohesive search party (mainly because Roy had started yelling again and it had taken Isaac, Colin, and Jan Mass to calm him down). They trample out of the room like a herd of elephants, each player heading to a different part of the complex to search. Ted hangs back for a second, long enough to catch his breath. Thinking about a tiny version of Jamie Tartt (hardly older than his own son) wandering around alone and confused makes his chest feel tight.

Hell, even thinking about adult-Jamie getting upset is enough to raise Ted’s pulse or make his breathing go all staccato-like.

Down the hallway, Ted can hear Roy and the rest of the team shouting for Jamie at the top of their lungs. Ted forces himself to relax; Jamie can’t have gotten far, and with twenty-some people looking for him, it’s unlikely that he’ll stay lost for long.

Then Ted notices that there’s blood on the floor, and his heart drops into his stomach.

It might not be Jamie’s blood, Ted rationalizes. They’d just wrapped up practice, after all, and scraped elbows and knees practically come with the territory. It could just as easily be Zoreaux’s, who had taken a nasty dive in the goal today. Or Sam’s, who could’ve re-opened the wound on his hand from when he’d helped out at his restaurant the other day. What Ted’s trying to say is: the blood could be literally anyone’s.

But somehow, Ted knows it Jamie’s. It sticks in his mind like caramel in your teeth when you eat a Snickers bar.

It’s not even that much, either. But Ted worries.

So, he follows the trail of blood out into the hallway, stepping around it carefully so it doesn’t get on his shoes, until it leaves him standing in front of a supply closet just a skip away from the locker room.

Not far, indeed.

Ted gently knocks on the door. “Jamie, kiddo? You in there?”

It’s silent for a long moment; long enough that Ted considers trying the handle, but then, he hears rustling behind the door.

“How th’fuck d’you know my name?” Jamie spits.

Ted sighs silently in relief. Target acquired. Now, for some damage control.

“Ouch,” Ted jokes. “You sound about as angry as a trampled-on copperhead, which I would know, because I’ve stepped on one before. Luckily for the both of us, I know a thing or two about venomous snakes. Now, I bet you’re real confused right now, but that question is going to need a lot of explaining and it might be easier if we have this little chat face-to-face, if you get my meaning.”

There’s the telltale snick of the lock disengaging, and then the door swings open, revealing Jamie, brandishing a broom like a weapon. A thin line of blood is trickling down the side of his neck, saturating the collar of his shirt.

God, but he looks so young, with lanky arms and legs that he hasn’t quite grown into. His face is still soft with baby fat, and his hair is longer than Ted’s ever seen it, falling over his forehead in dark waves.

“I only opened the door ‘cause I can’t understand you with that stupid American accent,” Jamie says. “Try anything funny and you’ll regret it, swear down.”

“Whoa there, buddy, I ain’t gonna hurt you. Why don’t we set that broom down, huh?” Ted suggests, holding his hands out placatingly.

Jamie doesn’t move— in fact, he tights his grip on the handle, staring at Ted distrustfully.

“Or not— hey, I can work with that. You ever see that movie Alice in Wonderland?”

Jamie’s face twists up in confusion. “Mate, what the fuck are you on about?”

“Nevermind,” Ted says, waving dismissively. “I don’t know why I started with that. Bad metaphor. Anyway, long story short, you used to be an adult, but then adult-you drank a magic potion that turned you back into a kid.”

“Oi,” Jamie barks. “M’not a fucking kid.”

“My mistake,” Ted concedes. “A distinguished young gentleman.”

Jamie looks at him with thinly veiled disgust, but at least he sets the broom down. “Are all Americans this fucking weird?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” Ted says. “Anyway, older-Jamie currently plays in the Premier League for AFC Richmond, and so that’s how I know your name.”

“AFC Richmond?” Jamie asks, miming a gagging noise. “Jesus, why? Did they get rid of Man City, or something?”

“Oh, no, Manchester City is still a thing,” Ted assures him. “You had your reasons for coming here instead, though. We can get into that later, but first I think we ought to get that bump on the back of your head looked at.”

“Nah, I’m good,” Jamie says. “Hey, uh, was that really Roy Kent in the changing room?”

There’s a curious inflection in Jamie’s voice when he says Roy’s name— like he normally adds the in front of it, like The Roy Kent. “Uh oh,” Ted says. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a fanboy.”

“No,” Jamie bluffs, in the way that all teenage boys do when you accuse them of having a special interest. His cheeks flush immediately, though, giving him away. “Well, I mean, I’ll watch his matches if they come on the TV, but like. It’s football, you know? Of course, I’m gonna fucking watch it.”

When Ted fails to say anything, Jamie coughs awkwardly. “I mean, like, he’s a pretty good player. Objectively, or whatever. Like, that’s what I’ve heard other people say.”

“Mhmm,” Ted agrees, struggling to hide his grin.

Jamie sighs, giving up the façade altogether. “Actually— yeah, I’m kind of his biggest fan. I have a poster of ‘im and everything. Do you think he’d sign something for me?”

“Buddy,” Ted says, “if you come and see the doctor with me, I’ll get him to sign whatever you want.”

“You can do that?” Jamie asks. “Who are you, anyway?”

“Who, little old me? I’m the coach around these parts, but you—” Ted points to Jamie, “—can call me Ted.”

“Holy shit, you’re the gaffer?” Jamie says, disbelieving. “Man, football has changed.”

“Hm, yeah. So, what do you say? We got a deal?”

“Yeah, okay,” Jamie says, still looking a little shell-shocked.

“Awesome!” Ted shouts, pumping his fist. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Patching Jamie up doesn’t take long; he sits on the treatment table and follows the doctor’s instructions obediently. The cut doesn’t need stitches, luckily, but it still needs to be cleaned and bandaged. In the meantime, Ted unlocks his phone and shoots Roy a text:

Found Jamie. He’s fine, send everyone home

And then, remembering his deal with Jamie:

You mind stopping by the treatment room on your way out?

Roy likes the message but otherwise doesn’t respond.

He arrives a couple of minutes later, just as the doctor is putting the final touches on the bandages wrapped around Jamie’s head. “It’s a little bruised, so I’d recommend icing it when you get home,” the doctor tells Ted. “He’s also got a concussion, but you don’t need me to explain how that works, so I’m heading out. Have a good day, everyone. And for the record, this is so weird.” Then she packs up her supplies and leaves.

“What the fuck am I doing here?” Roy asks.

“Jamie wanted to ask you something,” Ted tells him, looking at Jamie entreatingly.

“Traitor,” Jamie hisses. “You said you’d ask him.”

“Don’t twist my words, young man,” Ted says firmly. “I said I’d make him do it if he told you no.”

“Oi, nobody is making me do anything,” Roy interrupts. “Hypothetically, though, what am I supposed to be doing?”

Ted continues to look at Jamie pointedly, who averts his gaze and scuffs the toe of his shoe on the floor. He mumbles something, low and quiet.

“Fucking what?” Roy barks.

Jamie snaps his head up, glaring at Roy furiously. “I said, can I please have your autograph?”

“Well, fuck, why didn’t you just say so,” Roy says, whipping a pen out of his pocket. “What am I signing?”

Jamie’s face shifts from anger to surprise, like he didn’t think he’d get this far. “Uh, I don’t know. I ain’t go anything on me,” he says sheepishly.

“How about this?” Ted suggests, holding up an old receipt he’d dug out from one of his pockets. Roy shrugs and gestures for it, and then spreads it flat on his thigh so he can sign it. “How’d you hit your head, anyway? Run into a fucking wall or something?” Roy asks casually, uncapping the pen.

“Roughing about with me mates,” Jamie replies instantly, and Roy’s hand freezes. It’s eerie, Ted thinks, how practiced that response sounds. The worst part is, it’s actually a pretty decent excuse, and it probably would’ve worked on anyone else, but after two years with Jamie, Ted is pretty familiar with his nervous tics, and one of them is the way he runs a thumb along his eyebrow when he’s lying. Which he is currently doing, the offending appendage still picking absentmindedly at the thin hair along his brow.

And if Ted picked up on it, then Roy, who spends practically every hour of the day with Jamie, absolutely noticed it.

“Wanna try that again?” Roy asks evenly, finishing his signature.

“Eh?” Jamie asks.

“You fuck with your eyebrows when you’re lying,” Roy says. “You’re doing it right now, which means you just lied straight to my fucking face.”

Jamie snatches his hand away from his forehead like he’s been burned. “How the fuck do you know that?” he asks.

“I’m your best fucking friend, you muppet,” Roy bites back. “I know lots of things about you. For example, I know that your dad’s a fucking deadbeat, who doesn’t deserve you, and I also know he likes to knock you about, so I’m willing to bet everything that I own that he’s the reason you’re bleeding out the back of your head right now. Am I wrong?”

“You don’t know shit about me,” Jamie hisses. “I don’t know what adult-me told you, but he’s fucking lying. About all of it!”

“He didn’t have to tell me shit, because I saw it with my own two eyes,” Roy roars back. “That’s how I know it was your fucking dad, because you only fucking lie for him!”

“So what if it was? It doesn’t fucking matter, man! Why are you making such a big deal about it?” Jamie shouts back, and then immediately bursts into tears.

Roy sighs, like the sight of tears is enough to immediately drain the fight out of him. Ted finds it amazing, how quickly these two can wind each other up and then let it all go. “It does matter, Jamie, because you don’t deserve to be treated like that,” Roy says quietly, and then wraps Jamie up in a hug.

“This is fucking humiliating,” Jamie sobs into Roy’s shoulder. “You’re like, my hero. I’m not supposed to be crying, I had so many questions I wanted to ask, and—”

“Stop,” Roy commands. “Look, we’ll go get ice cream or something, and then you can ask all the stupid fucking questions you want.”

Jamie leans back, still sniffling. “Really?”

“Yes, you little prick,” Roy says fondly. If Ted were a romantic, he might call his tone fond. “Come on then, up you get,” he says and helps Jamie off the table.

“Lasso, you’re with us,” he barks when Ted fails to follow them down the hallway. Ted scurries to catch up.

“Ope, my bad. Looks like I misread the situation there, fellows. I thought this was just gonna be a Roy-and-Jamie event—”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Yup.”

(And if the next day, after Jamie turns back, he hangs the signed receipt up in his locker, nobody says a word.)

(Also, nobody touches anything on Beard’s desk, magic potion or otherwise, ever again.)

[rythesquidprince]

I was just about to say I need to see more Agere Pyro and Toad content because there is literally none anywhere, but I just need to see Toad content in general because there is a serious lack of movie Toad content anywhere!! Like where are all my Mortimer toynbee fans at, he's so underrated 😢

[stephreynaart]

Kid Stan and old Ford or vice versa! Some age regression shenanigans.

Did the vice versa cause you reminded me I have a fan fic in my wips that I forgot I still gotta pick up again at some point

Poor Stan

[3unnyceleste]

Mama and dada

CG! Barnaby Beagle x Cg! Poppy Partridge x Little! YN

Today's your special day! It's your birthday! And what better way to celebrate by baking a cake with your lovely mama and dada?

Tw: mention of pullup and changing, use of stove and knife for baking

"Rise an' shine! Up an' at 'em, lil' tike! It's yer birthday!"

A sudden, sweet bubbly voice filled your nursery room. You open your sleepy eyes, and begin rubbing the sleep out of them. You were still wearing the adorable baby blue sleeper with clouds on them, and your pacifier was clipped to your bib, which read, 'puppy'. Barnaby strode over to your white crib and smiled down at you, leaning his body against the railing. "Well, well, well! who's this lil' cutie?" He teased and tickled your chin, making you giggle with glee. You felt very small today! Just like a little baby. He chuckled and picked you up, feeling how warm you were, and squeezed you in a tight bear hug.

"Oooooooh! So warm and snuggly! You been takin' lessons or somethin'?" Barnaby teased softly as he bounced you in his arms. You giggled before snuggling your face into the crook of his neck and babbling incoherently. Talking felt like too much of a chore this morning. Barnaby laughed and shook his head, finding you absolutely adorable.

"Well then, let's get this lil' pup changed and ready for the day!" He tossed you up and down before laying you on the ground onto a little star coated mat. He pulled out a new pullup and some cute birthday clothes! He got your pullup changed and dressed you in a cute set of overall shorts, with a striped t shirt that said, "Birthday boy/girl". He put a new bib on with a cake slice embroidered on it, and put knee high socks on you, knowing you were likely to stumble onto your knees. He picked you up and patted your back as he carried you and your diaper bag out the house. "Can you guess where your old pops is taking you?" He asked, knowing you already knew the answer. You perked up and shot your hands into the air before exclaiming:

"Mama!" You knew you were going to go to see your mama, Poppy. You couldn't wait! Her barn smelled of cinnamon and vanilla, and her feathery hugs were the most soft and cuddly.... So were your dada's, of course.

Barnaby carried you over to Poppy's barn, occasionally greeting the other neighbors, before knocking on the barn door.

"Hey poppy! Can we get some service 'round here?" He called out in his loud joking voice. Poppy hurried over, occasionally squawking as she bumped into things clumsily.

"Oh my! Hello, Barnaby! Oh!" She gasped softly as she saw you sitting in the blue dog's arms. She immediately reached to pick you up.

"Oh how wonderful! You've brought the little bird along as well! Happy birthday, my little darling." She cooed with her soft accent. she peppered little kisses all over your face with her beak, making you squeal and laugh in joy. Barnaby chuckled and shook his head.

"Hey! Save some for the rest of us, pops!" He grabbed you back and noogied your hair before pressing his muzzle to your face for a long time before letting out an exaggerated kiss noise.

"MWAH! Now we're even!" He chuckled, tossing you up in the air like a doll, all the while poppy panicked.

"OH! Do be careful! I'd hate for my little bird to get hurt!" She squawked as she reached to take you back. She carried you inside the barn, Barnaby trailing behind you two.

"Hey, nice place ya got! How come you don't have me over no more, eh?" Barnaby asked Poppy, giving her a knowing look. Poppy let out a sigh and cradled you tightly to her.

"Because the last time, you and Julie and Eddie made the BIGGEST mess! Poor Eddie's clothes were ruined!" she sighed. Barnaby snickered.

"Ey! It's an improvement! Better than a white shirt with nothin' on it!" he cackled. Poppy set you down on a stepping stool. "Now then! since it's my little bird's special day, why don't we make a delicious cake?" She cooed at you as she showed you her recipe book. Your mouth watered at the sheer amounts of sugary goodness. You sucked on your pacifier long in thought, thinking what cake would taste the best. Then it hit you:

Red velvet!!

You pointed excitedly at the red velvet recipe, and Poppy pulled out the ingredients. She put a little apron on you and ruffled your hair.

"The first step is to pour our flour! Shall we have you do that my lovely little bird?" Poppy handed you the measuring cup. You poured the flour into the bowl and squealed at the cloud of powder. Barnaby chuckled. "Heh, that's nothin! I've seen bigger clouds of baby powder when i'm changin' you, kiddo!" He laughed, making you pout a bit. You were just a little flustered that's all. Poppy waved the cloud away and let you crack the eggs, gasping slightly when you got it all over you. After a quick clean up, the three worked through the recipe, and at the end of the afternoon, were rewarded with the most decadent, richest cake!

They gathered you around the cake and began singing happy birthday:

"Happy birthday to you!" They sang, clapping their hands for you, and Barnaby even did his funny high pitched voice at the end, making you giggle with joy. They even bought presents! (courtesy of Howdy's Bodega of course). Barnaby's gift was a brand new Ragged Anne doll, and a big bouncy ball with beautiful bright colors! Poppy had bought you a brand new baby block set, with colorful blocks, and even little wooden dolls to put in your little block houses!

The three sat together around the dining table feasting on the cake, while showering you with birthday wishes and affection, and making sure you kept yourself clean while Poppy fed you cake.

It was truly an unforgettable birthday.

~END~

[nicksbestie]

can you do a fic of little! matt where in one of their vids he gets hella anxious and as soon as it ends he just needs you and needs to be in little space

Recording - M. Sturniolo

Summary : Sometimes being in front of camera is just too much to handle.

Warnings : mentions of anxiety, crying,

Word Count : 1438

Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

A/N : This is an age regression fic, which is purely safe for work and innocent. Any hate/disrespect towards me, my work, or readers, will not be tolerated.

As someone who already struggles with severe anxiety, the automatic pressure that came with sitting in front of a camera and having the knowledge that it was going to go out for millions of people to see was amplified by ten. There is a lot of expectation on Matt’s shoulders every time they get ready to film, and while the majority of the fanbase don’t mind when he’s more quiet in the content that they post, there is always a nagging feeling in the back of his own mind that it’s bothersome, not entertaining enough, that his personality needs to change a bit, and those strings of thoughts do get to him. Not often, but sometimes it is enough to cause some issues during, before, or after filming. 

His brothers often cracked small jokes about him never talking, and while he was generally a quieter person, there was a part of him that was silent because of the fact that he was sitting in front of a camera, and anything he said would be on the internet forever, and he would have to live with that for the rest of his life. Sure, they had a lot of stupid content out there, but that didn’t mean that the anxiety didn’t grab him by the throat every time the camera started rolling. He was doing better recently, it was not as bad, but he still had his moments. 

Today was one of those days, where he felt like he couldn’t breathe as soon as the light on the camera let them know that it was recording. He had tried to fight through the massive lump in his throat, hoping that they would get enough good footage that Nick could cut out all the bad clips of Matt looking like he was about to cry, which would serve as taking out two birds with one stone, because then he wouldn’t be seeing any extra sad edits of himself in the driver’s seat all over his recommended pages. As much as he loved all of their fans, sometimes seeing how depressed or anxious or sad he looked made it worse because it reminded him that people really were watching his every move in those videos. 

Matt really did love his job. He found it incredibly rewarding that he got to not only entertain but also bring comfort to people through just hanging out with the people that he had been around his entire life, and he wouldn’t want to change anything for the world. But he definitely wished that he could drop the crippling anxiety part of it, especially after such a bad recording day. Both Chris and Nick had noticed that he was off, more quiet than his normal persona on camera, and had tried to question him about it after they had stopped recording, but he had just brushed them off and told them that he was tired. He could tell that they didn’t believe him, but they didn’t push him any further. 

While he normally let his brothers help him where they could, there were a couple times every now and then when he just wanted to keep to himself. This always had the potential to be self destructive, and in the past, it had been, but at this point in his life he had gotten to the point that he was asking someone to come over and spend time with him if he had turned his brothers away. It was the same person every time. It was always you. Sometimes you were there with his brothers, if they had called for him, or if he had opened up enough to let them in too after you were already helping him. He wasn’t always wanting his brothers to see exactly what goes on in his most personal moments, because he held a lot of fear over their potential reaction if they saw what he really used to calm down.

You were more than just Matt’s partner. You were also his caregiver, the person he trusted with the most vulnerable parts of him. You absolutely adored him, and had never once taken that trust for granted. You had no intentions to ever do so. Neither of you could deny the fact that Matt’s way of coping was unconventional, not as heard of as some others, but also infinitely more helpful to his mind than other things he could have chosen. He had already known he was a little before he met you, and while it was a terrifying thing for him to talk to you about, he didn’t think he could be in a relationship with someone who wasn’t open to being his carer, especially knowing he would probably be regressed much more often in a comfortable relationship. 

Luckily, you had already known what he was talking about, and had been a carer in the past. You were more than open to loving that side of your boyfriend, and the relief that washed over his face when you told him that both made you smile and hurt our heart, knowing exactly how difficult it probably had been for him to tell you. Matt’s persona as a little was not very far off from his persona outside of his headspace. As you grew to learn his mannerisms and behavior, you recognized that he seemed to be basically the same person, just younger, smaller. He hovered around a toddler age, but he wasn’t chaotic. He was quiet, reserved, and didn’t talk much, but he was incredibly affectionate. When he was interested in something, you never heard the end of it, but he was content to just sit in your arms silently for a long period of time. 

However, the already small amount of talking completely disappears when Matt is pushed into his headspace from a negative force, like his anxiety. When it gets too bad, he cries a lot, doesn’t speak much, and stays absolutely glued to your side. You normally come over to find him staring in silence, not little, but as soon as you’re hugging or talking to him, he’s crying and it pushes him right in. If it gets terribly bad, it can push him into a younger state, but that is normally when the entire day has been absolutely brutal. Today hadn’t been brutal, but it hadn’t been great either, so you could tell you’d have an upset little when you received the text asking you to come over, and quickly. 

He never really wanted to talk when you got there, so you never pushed him. If he wanted to open up he would, and you knew that if he felt comfortable enough to slip into his headspace around you, when he wanted to talk, he would feel comfortable enough to do so. It didn’t take you long to get there, potentially speeding by more than you should have, but you easily entered after pulling into the driveway, using the key Matt had given you a couple of months ago. You greeted Nick and Chris quickly, moving up the stairs to Matt’s room. You could find him in this house if you were blind, but you still knocked on the door to let him know that it was you outside of it before entering. 

Opening the door, your eyes were met with a scene that was unfortunately fairly normal, but it still broke your heart every time. You immediately sat down next to him, positioning yourself at the base of the headboard, pulling him into you, a gentle pout forming on your lips when you felt his shoulders shake against you. You whispered comforting words for a long time, softly rubbing his back and running your hands through his hair, two things that often proved to be very effective in relaxing and calming him down. You could tell by his body language when he slipped, as his shoulders relaxed, and his arms held you a lot tighter, as if you were going to fly away. 

Comforting an upset little could sometimes be chaotic depending on the level of upset, but Matt normally just cried. It was often just sad to see how much pain he was in, but his littlespace really did help him. He didn’t hide his feelings and was much more open and willing to tell you what was going on, wholly trusting you with his entire being. But despite everything he had deal with so far that day, he knew that once he was wrapped up in your arms with his comfort items and a show playing, he was going to be just fine.

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[lottiesboy]

mother’s day!!

pairing: cg!agatha harkness x little!masc!reader

summary: you try to make agatha breakfast, but it doesn’t go as planned.

tags: sfw, fluff, age regression, mama!agatha, reader is big in the beginning of the fic but later regresses, mama agatha is so sweeeeeetttt :3

it was mother’s day and you wanted to cook agatha a special breakfast. you got out of bed super early, planning on bringing her breakfast in bed. all you had to do was make pancakes, eggs, bacon, and toast all at the same time.

how bad could it be?

you tried to be a big boy while cooking, not wanting the little boy in you to touch a hot stove. everything was going well so far, until you forgot about the toast. it was extremely burnt. you just shrugged it off and put two new slices in the toaster.

then you forgot about the pancakes. you try to flip them but you realized you forgot to grease the pan before putting the batter down. you groaned frustratingly, tears blurring your vision.

you tried to plate your eggs but they half of it completely missed the plate, splattering on the floor. you whined, starting to cry a little. you thought you could handle making breakfast for you mama, i mean, agatha. you make it all the time!

you didn’t even realize the kitchen was filled with smoke from the bacon and pancakes. and you burnt the toast again! all the smoke made the smoke detector start beeping loudly, making you cover your ears.

agatha came almost running down the stairs in her robe with a scared look on her face, turning on a fan and letting all the smoke blow away. the smoke detector stopped beeping eventually, making agatha talk to you.

“i thought there was a fire! what happened?!” agatha wrapped her robe around her, tying the belt. she sounded angry, which made you start crying again.

“was gonna,” you sniffled. “make breakfast for you, mama. for mama’s day.” you looked back at the kitchen in shame. “but i messed it up.”

agatha pouted, tsking. “oh, baby…. you’re such a sweet little boy. c’mere.” she gave you the biggest hug, adding a kiss on your nose. “you’re so sweet, cooking for mama.”

her cheeks were flushed, thinking it was adorable that you went out of your way to cook for her. your lip quivered, and agatha felt so bad. “ohh… don’t be sad, baby boy. it’s alright!” she smiled, trying to calm you down before you fully bursted into tears.

“bu, was tryna be big!” you rubbed the tears out of your eyes, laying your head on agatha’s shoulder. “oh, i know.” she pouted, bringing you over to the couch and pulling you into her lap. she cradled you, bouncing you on her lap like a little baby.

“i know, bunny. you didn’t have to give mama a gift for mama’s day.”

“why?” you sniffled, looking up at agatha. she smiled, rubbing your back. “because you’re already my gift, silly. you’re the best gift mama’s ever gotten.”

she pinched your cheek a little and you couldn’t help but smile. “dropped egg.” you pointed at the scrambled eggs splattered on the floor, making agatha chuckle a little. “we’ll clean it up, don’t worry. then after that, what if… mama got pancakes delivered to the house instead?” she gasped.

you eyes went wide and you nodded eagerly, making agatha smile. “oh, i love you, silly boy.” she kissed your cheek multiple times.

[naturesapphic]

Billie eilish masterlist

“Isn’t it lovely?”

Where little!fem!reader wants caregiver!billie attention and she ones lovely to reader

Trust

Reader got kicked out of her home and billies family doesn’t fully trust reader but when they see Billie take care of reader, will they change their mind?

Last straw

The reader hasn’t been able to drop into her headspace in a while but she gets in a argument with billies family and drops. What will happen?

Future together

Little!fem!reader and caregiver!billie talks about their future together

Concert

Billie brings out reader on stage to sing to her

Lunch

Lunch lyrics (smut)

Sick

Little!fem!reader isn’t feeling well so Billie takes care of her then billies family stops by and gives Billie some stuff to help

Babysitting to official

Little reader doesn’t have a caregiver so Billie offers to babysit her but what happens when Billie wants to be her official caregiver

Billies passenger princess (smut)

You are billies passenger princess and the both of you become horny for each other

Pressure (smut)

Billie fucks you backstage at the Stephen Colbert show

Tease (smut)

Billie teases her best friend

Rough (smut)

Angry Billie takes her stress out on her girlfriend

Dinner ruined (smut)

Billie and her girlfriend are cooking but soon it escalated to her girlfriend being bent over the counter

Double sided (smut)

Billie tries out something new with her girlfriend

Lunch interview

Billie does a interview about her new album but what does she say when a fan asks her something about lunch that she wrote about her girlfriend

“You are no burden”

You haven’t age regressed in a while but when Something goes wrong. You need Billie but you feel like a burden to her but she doesn’t believe that

Claudia’s YouTube

You and Billie had a cute moment that was filmed by Claudia and was posted on her YouTube

Birds Of A Feather Interview

Billie gets asked who birds of a feather is about and she answers that reader is her girlfriend

Billie’s teasing

Billie teases reader by wearing a strap all day

Kitchen Dancing

Dancing in the kitchen with Billie

First Time pt. 2

Continuation of the lunch interview fic I did. Billie and readers first time having sex

Coloring Tattoos

Caregiver!Billie lets us color in her tattoos while we are regressed

Bad Words

Caregiver!billie doesn’t like when little!fem!reader swears

Fake Date

When Billie goes on the chicken stop date with Amelia and reader gets jealous

“Real Date”

Billie is on the chicken stop date with Amelia but Billie gets a surprise after the “date” when Amelia said she’s going on a real date

Stupid People

Mommy!billie standing up for little!fem!reader when she gets kicked out for being a age regressor

Energy drinks doesn’t help with insomnia

Reader is a law student and has insomnia. What happens when Billie finds her girlfriend sleeping at the kitchen counter looking miserable.

Bratiness

Caregiver!billie punished bratty little!fem!reader

Hot ones: versus

Billie and her girlfriend go head to head with personal questions while trying to avoid eating the hot wings that was prepared for them

Headcannon: Billie helping you through depression and anxiety

Mommy’s Family

Finneas and Maggie babysit little!reader while Billie is out working

Favorite Toy (Sequel to Billie’s teasing)

Reader decides to get Billie back by wearing a sundress without any underwear on and that fuels Billie up

Guess

Billie shows her girlfriend the guess music video and things take a smutty turn

Don’t Stop

Rough car sex with your girlfriend Billie

Softie

Billie being a soft dom to her plus sized!pillow princess girlfriend

Taste Yourself

Afraid

Love

Dom!reader used a strap on sub!billie

Beyond Angry

Angry billie smut

Comfort

Little!fem!reader is fussy and sad recently and finds comfort in Billie's boobs

Headcannon: sub!billie Eilish

Auntie Odessa

At the beginning of Odessa's and Billie's friendship, y/n was jealous but as time went on and when Y/n was in her headspace, Odessa became auntie Odessa

Party Crush

You watched a tik tok of Tara Yummy saying that she has a crush on your girlfriend billie and later on found out that she invited your girlfriend to a party which causes you to get jealous

Just Listen

little!fem!reader is clingy and wants Billie's attention when shes working

My little One

Billie introduces little us to her friends

Letting Go

Billie and reader have been on and off for years until y/n changes her ways while billie does not which causes things to happen

Caught Redhanded

Billie walks in on her girlfriend fingering herself

Bluey

Little!fem!reader loves the show Bluey but is nervous to watch it with her caregiver/girlfriend billie until billie reassures us and later surprises us with bluey toys and items

Headcanons: fem!reader having Tourette’s and how Billie helps

Books and Love

The reader is a famous author who is working on a new book and is stressed about it while also being stressed about that her relationship with her girlfriend billie is a secret

Babysitter Zoe

Zoey is babysitting us when billie is in her studio at home working

French Interview

Reader is French and interviews her girlfriend billie on her new album

Insomnia

billie has trouble with sleeping and goes to her girlfriend for some comfort

Regressed

billie regresses involuntarily and her girlfriend doesn't understand why or what it is exactly and billie gets scared that she will lose her girlfriend

Distraction

Dom!billie gives bratty reader punishment since she was teasing and distracting billie all-day

Mommy? Sorry? Mommy?

Reader jokingly calls billie mommy and things take a smutty turn

Dyslexic

Billie helps her girlfriend out who is insecure about her dyslexia and comforts her

Biker Bils

You go on a bike ride with billie

Older

Billie’s girlfriend is older than her and her friends tease her about it, but one night reader joins in and soon regrets it as Billie snaps and shows her who’s really in charge

Ignored

Y/n having a bad week and it didn’t help that Billie had her friends over when Billie kept saying how busy she was and couldn’t spend time with her so reader snaps and has a big tantrum

Flexible

Billie is flexible because of her past and she uses it to it’s advantages in the bedroom with her girlfriend

Not Real Fans

Billie and her girlfriend’s relationship is public but when reader tells the world about her age regression, that’s when the real hate begins and people send in hate and Billie finds out by reader having a breakdown

Love At First Sight

Billie falls in love with a fan when she’s in Berlin at the Billie wall

Too Much

Reader is besties with dua lipa, who has a big crush on her but reader is oblivious to it, even though dua flirts with her constantly. Billie walks in on it and kicks dua out and shows reader who she really belongs to

Secretly Lovers

Billie and her girlfriend are in a secret relationship that no one knows about besides finneas and Claudia. Their record labels pins them against each other and doesn’t want them to been seen together.

Relapse

Silence is Key

My Strange Addiction

Struggles

Strap Sucking (part three to Billie’s teasing/strap sucking)

Bullies

Billie’s friends making fun of Billie’s girlfriend who age regression

[thanossssss]

regressor namgyu fic? :D he’s rotting my brain atm..

Regressor! Nam-gyu w/ Caregiver! Thanos

Summary: Nam-gyu just being very cuddly towards Thanos.

Contains: Age regression, cuddling, fluff.

A/N: This turned out a lot shorter than I expected, which I am a bit disappointed about, but I do think it turned out alright. I also wasn’t sure if you wanted Nam-gyu to be paired with anyone, so I decided to just write him with Thanos since I thought that was easier. If you wanted something with just him and no caregiver (or someone different) let me know and I can write something else!

Not proofread.

The concept of personal space didn’t really exist to Nam-gyu, especially when he’d regress. He was very touchy and found comfort being close to Thanos. He loved clinging to him, holding his hand, sitting in his lap, any type of physical contact made him happy.

Thanos wasn’t as big of a fan of physical affection like Nam-gyu was, but he didn’t mind it. It was also one of the few things that kept Nam-gyu content while he was tiny and prevented him from getting up to trouble, so that was definitely a plus.

Soft hums came from Nam-gyu, who sat as close as he possibly could to Thanos. His head was lying on the other’s shoulder while he held onto Thanos’s hand with both of his. Nam-gyu smiled as he quietly played with the ring on Thanos’s finger, pulling on it gently and spinning it around.

While Nam-gyu was happy and occupied, Thanos used his free hand to scroll on his phone. He would’ve just watched tv, but it was currently playing a cartoon he had put on for Nam-gyu. And while he wasn’t watching it, Thanos knew that if he changed the channel, Nam-gyu would most likely get upset and claim that he was watching the show, even though he clearly wasn’t.

After some time, Thanos felt Nam-gyu move his head slightly. He looked over at him, only to see Nam-gyu staring at him. He immediately smiled when Thanos turned his attention to him.

“What are you looking at?” Thanos asked quietly in a joking manner as he smiled. Nam-gyu only giggled at him, before letting go of his hand and wrapping his arms around Thanos’s arm.

Thanos chuckled softly as he set his phone down, then began to ruffle Nam-gyu’s hair. More giggles left from Nam-gyu, who clung to Thanos’s arm even tighter. When his giggles calmed down, Nam-gyu decided to crawl into Thanos’s lap.

“You want to sit in my lap, little man? Is that what you want?” Nam-gyu’s smile was big as he nodded. Thanos grinned at the male, before wrapping his arm around him and moving him closer.

Nam-gyu cooed happily when he was brought closer. He laid his head down and began to chew on the sleeve of his shirt while staring at Thanos. Thanos kept his arm wrapped tightly around Nam-gyu and, with his other hand, ran his fingers through his hair.

Nam-gyu laid there peacefully in Thanos’s arms, only feeling the feelings of complete happiness and safety. He never wanted it to end. He never wanted to leave Thanos’s embrace.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

Feb 17th

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1. I may have asked for this already at some point, but I do love it so... ITMF fics where an outsider misconstrues Wangxian's relationship. A great example would be "Happy Not Knowing", in which LXC thinks they're just friends with benefits. Another great one is "Every Mother's Son," where Madam Lan sets out to rescue WWX from suffering the same fate as her. Any misconception will do, I just want to see characters' baffled realizations that wow, these two really are disgustingly in love after all. @invisible-mirror

The F-Word by raspberrymocha (M, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, Family Dynamics, Established Relationship, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Humor, Fluff, Light Angst, Weddings, Engagement, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Sex, 5+1 Things, Heteronormativity) might count, where everyone believes Wangxian are just friends, when the two have been trying to announce their engagement

Marital Claims by yeolinski (M, 5k, wangxian, Lawyers, Established Relationship, Marriage, Married Life, Accidental Marriage, the juniors are interns, nobody believes they're married basically)

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2. Hi (^▽^) this is for ITMF! I would really like to read something where the juniors find out about the past™/ what happened to WWX, and get angry for WWX(not at him!!), kinda like they are taking his side? I guess?? something like that, thanks, have great day (^▽^)/

🧡 the stone-filled sea by yukla (T, 9k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX, Post-Canon, senior wei defense squad, a study of the way prejudice and injustice and anger trickle down from generation to generation)

❤️ Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, Time Travel, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence from Qiongqi Pass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Yunmeng sibling bonding, good dad wwx, good dad lwj, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

Trust by FlyingMachine1 (G, 8k, WWX & Juniors, wangxian, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, BAMF WWX, Humor, junior quartet is the wwx fan club)

❤️ grow by cafecliche (T, 14k, WangXian, Age Regression/De-Aging, Character Study, Post-Canon) A demon turns WWX into a child with only the memories of his childhood on the streets; the juniors take care of him while trying to break the curse, draw parallels to his adult behaviour patterns and we all cry; even Lan Qiren sniffs.

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3. For the next IMTF: nephew reveal fics! Anything where JC finds out about Lan Sizhui, either as the primary focus of the fic or as a more-or-less significant plot point. Preferably ones where they end up with a familial relationship, or on the road to one. @linderel

Would You Come Home? by s6115 (Not rated, 46k, WangXian, Junior Quartet Centric, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

and autumn comes when you're not yet done by tired (M, 36k, JC & WWX, wangxian, JC & LSZ, Angst, Family Issues, JC's crumbling mental health, Death Wishes, Regrets, defence mechanisms, Projection, Post-Canon, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Angst with a Happy Ending, References to Depression, Feelings, Canon-Typical Violence) I haven't read this, not nephew reveal but sounds like it could fit

when the sun goes out by travelingneuritis (E, 176k, WangXian, Modern Cultivation, tech cultivation, Necromancy, Angst with a Happy Ending, insecurity around adoption, Dad!WWX, dad!lwj, Grief/Mourning, Mistaken Identity, Mood Whiplash, Body Swap, sex tears!, Falling In Love, Consensual Somnophilia, apocalypse (localized), Smut, unrealistic sexual stamina, Flashbacks, Time Skips, Illustrations) it's not the focus (only like three paragraphs) but it's my favourite JC reaction to the Sizhui reveal

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4. For itmf. I asking for fics where LWJ groveling a little after WWX, doesn't matter the setting or if just a few scene.

Thank you.

Honesty is the Best Policy (Except if You're an Asshole) by piecrust (E, 22k, WangXian, Porn with feelings, College/University) is a good one! It’s a modern fic roughly 20k

我的皇后是農民 | sowing seeds in the cold palace by sweetlolixo (E, 84k, WangXian, Imperial Palace, Emperor LWJ, Imperial Consort WWX, Farmer WWX, Angst, Romance, Wingman LJY, Wife-chasing-LWJ, Arranged Marriage, Best Boy A-Yuan)

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5. Hiyaa. A) Can I have some books where it's of the Yin Hu Fu being turned into a child or children? Similar to The Unquiet Grave

B) ITMF some fics that are mostly wwx being a nie or just being besties with nhs while NMJ is a whole big brother to him :) @thatperson0-0

5B)

shades of grey spill from my veins (bleeding ink all over the page) by Reverie (cl410) (M, 58k, NMJ/LXC, wangxian, NHS/WN, POV NMJ, Canon Divergence, Joining the “Wei Wuxian raised by the Nie Sect” Club, Mentions of WWX’s life on the streets, Hurt/Comfort, Accidental Sibling Acquisition, Single Dad NMJ, NHS & WWX Friendship, Fluff, Humor, Happy Ending, Everyone Lives AU, Protective NMJ, Sunshot Campaign, Some angst, Blood and Injury, Kidnapping, Protective Siblings, Found Family)

Heart of the Beast by WaitForTheSnitch (E, 417k, WIP, WangXian, 3Zun, Canon Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Oblivious WWX, WWX Deserves Better, WWX Deserves Happiness, WWX, Deserves Love, Protective NMJ, Scheming NHS, Protective NHS, Soft NMJ, is So Done, NHS Is A Little Shit, Pining LWJ, LWJ Has Feelings)

The Light That Fails to Dim by glowingreverie (T, 310k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mild Gore)

Come Around and Stay by trippednfell (M, 160k, wangxian, modern, slow burn, kid fic, found family, it gets worse before it gets better, PTSD, blood and injury, dissociation, trauma, angst w happy ending, musicals, alternating pov, JC & WWX reconciliation, hurt/comfort, panic attacks)

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6. hi!! i hope you guys are doing well <3 I had a request for itmf, I was hoping you could rec some darkji fics? I don't mind any genre as long as there is no mpreg!!! thank you for all your hard work 💗

Like stones on an unseen board by Vir_Abelasan (Not rated, 11k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Dark LWJ, Older LWJ, Teacher LWJ, dark twin jades, Age Difference, Manipulation, Protective LWJ, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Corporal Punishment, Relatively canon-typical abusive Jiangs, WWX Get a Happy Ending, wangxian Get a Happy Ending, Not JC Friendly, Not Jiang Clan Friendly)

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7. Thanks for all your hard work ❤️

I have a request for the next itmf.

Are there any crossover fics with only wangxian and hualian from tgcf? I searched and they had bingqiu but i haven't read svsss yet or any other ship. I would really like to only read crossovers between mdzs and tgcf.

Thank you ♥️

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8. Can you direct me to some wangxian fics that are beautifully written and have plot but also with smut?

build me no shrines by occultings (microcomets) (M, 54k, wangxian, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, First Time, Getting Together, Confessions, Sharing a Bed, Hair Washing, Sentient Burial Mounds, Case Fic, Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Light Angst, Flashbacks, mild body horror, foot washing, Happy Ending, Non-Sexual Intimacy..., then sexual intimacy, playing fast and loose with mdzs lore, WWX learning to accept intimacy without deflection, occasional LWJ humor agenda, [Podfic] build me no shrines by flamingwell)

爱不释手; never let me go by yiqie (E, 68k, wangxian, Case Fic, Blood and Injury, Demons, Body Horror, Mystery, The intrinsic horniness of wound tending, Yearning 2: The Electric Boogaloo, [Podfic] 爱不释手; never let me go by argentumlupine)

🔒 Due Process by Kytrin, ShotsOfSunshine (E, 279k, wangxian, JC/LXC/NHS, JL/LSZ/LJY/OYZZ, Modern, Canon-Typical Violence, Foxxian, dragonji, Genderfluid Character, Genderfluid WWX, Wwx identifies as male, Organized Crime, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of child abuse, Angst with a Happy Ending, Found Family, Reincarnation)

curse of the dragon emperor by lulu_kitty (E, 96k, wangxian, Dragon AU, Canon Divergence, Mythology References, Identity Porn, Cursed WWX, Trans LWJ, Trans Male Character, Misgendering, Canon-Typical Violence, Gender Dysphoria, gender euphoria, Phoenixes, Curse as a Metaphor, Dragon WWX, Fox WWX, Double Penetration in Two Holes, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Cunnilingus, Bottom LWJ, Dirty Talk, WWX Running His Mouth, LWJ Getting Bullied in Bed, Submissive LWJ, Trauma, WWX Has PTSD Minor Character Death, Prince WWX, Emperor WWX, Soulmates, Arranged Marriage, Weirdo4weirdo wangxian, Mpreg, Trans Male Pregnancy, Size Difference, Dragonxian has two dicks, YLLZ WWX)

🔒 the past drifts away with the waves by thelastdboy (E, 46k, wangxian, WWX & Wen remnants, LSZ & LWJ & WWX, WIP, graphic depictions of violence, major character death, Canon Divergence, Fall of Lotus Pier, Major Character Undeath, YZY Being an Asshole, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Minor Character Death, Major Character Injury, Amputation, Loss of Limbs, Transformation, Merpeople, Fierce Corpse WWX, Merperson WWX, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Heavy Angst with a Happy Ending, No Sunshot Campaign, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cultivation Sect Politics, Not Cultivation World Friendly, Resentful Creature WWX, Undead Merperson WWX, Slow Burn, Getting Together, Revenge, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Resentment, Demonic Cultivation, POV WWX, River Spirit WWX, Non-Human Genitalia, Dark WWX, Monsterfucker LWJ, Wēn Remnants Deserve Better, Wēn Remnants Live, Wangxian Get a Happy Ending, Sect Leader WQ)

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9. I was watching a YouTube video where the tuber was talking about how all men in ancient China had facial hair like Teacher Lan did. I know that MDZS takes place in a fantasy China setting. Hopefully there are plenty of fics out there about Wangian growing facial hair and they both think the other is absolutely gorgeous. I would love to read about them. ☺️ @lizzybgood

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10. Question for the next Mood For, dear Mods. Do you know fics set in the canon verse or similar where lwj goes (stays) violent / dangerous and maybe mad with grief after wwx's death, a menace to the cultivation world? Bonus points if he is still like that when wwx comes back. @tehanu1979

Only death awaits the ones who disobey by Siera_Knightwalker (Not Rated, 8k, WangXian, Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Temporary Character Death, Dark LWJ, Angry LWJ, Minor Character Death, Adopted LSZ, BAMF LWJ, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Immortality, No noncon, The world only survives 7 years before Wei wuxian is emergencied back into it, Protective LWJ, Sad LWJ, LWJ Loves WWX)

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11. not exactly sure how to phrase this itmf, but could you please rec me some fics of the BM fam hustling toward a better life? as a community, they farmed and built and made wine and clothes etc, so id love to see them interact with the people of yiling/similar (could be any other jobs, including entertainment or anything else)

thank you!

Grave dirt by esama (T, 92k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Necromancy, Demonic Cultivation, farming, Found Family, Pre-Slash, canon-typical corpse desecration, Questionable approach to cutivation, Making Shit Up As I Go, Cultivation Sect Politics, Fix-It of Sorts, canon typical genocide mention, Burial Mounds, Yílíng Wèi Sect AU)

🔒the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break by RoseThorne (E, 88k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Self-Esteem Issues, Fix-It, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, PTSD, Handfasting, Panic Attacks, Getting Together, First Time, Aftercare, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Torture, Scars, Chronic Pain, Golden Core Reveal, First Time, Switching, sex-related injury, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, LSZ is a Wèi, Good Sibling JC, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Days)

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12. Itmf wangxian fics where jgy is a good person and supportive

what builds a home by Stratisphyre (T, 46k, JGY & WWX, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Adopted WWX, POV Multiple, warning for JGS behaving exactly as expected, child endangerment, Brother Feels, Minor Character Death)

Debts of a Child Part 2 by Hauntcats (M, 111k, JC & WWX & JYL, wangxian, JC & JYL & JFM & YZY, not YZY friendly, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Angst and Feels, lots of anger, not JC Friendly, not Jiang friendly, Angst with a Happy Ending, Content warning for icky spiders in later chapters, hurt no comfort for Jiang siblings)

The Wild Geese's Tomb by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (T, 66k, wangxian, LXC/JGY, Time Travel Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, all women live no women die, LWJ’s canonically intense feelings about everything all the time, WWX’s clinical depression gets treated and blamed on resentful energy, navigating gay marriage in ancient china by utiliizing class snobbery for your own ends, if you’re not sure whose fault anything going on in here is then blaming NHS is probably a good bet, WWX plays ‘summon LWJ’ it’s super effective!, the ‘unexploded cow’ approach to dealing with your enemies)

walk away from the sun by KouriArashi (M, 107k, LXC/JGY, LXC & LWJ, wangxian, LWJ & JGY, LXC & NMJ, Canon Divergence, Angst, Family, Hurt/Comfort,vEmotional Hurt/Comfort,vDeveloping Relationship, Grief/Mourning, Politics, supportive brothers, supportive husbands, Canon-Typical Violence, Lan Family Feels, Everybody Lives, Eventual Happy Ending)

The Misadventures of Wei Wuxian in Cultivation Realm by makkurokuro93 (E, 77k, wangxian, Transmigrator WWX, Inspired by Studio Ghibli, Courtesan LWJ, Courtesan LXC, Parallel Universes, Slow Burn, Good Person WX, Good Person JGY, BAMF CSSR, Angst with a Happy Ending, Explicit Sexual Content)

🔒 omegaverse murder gremlins series by ShippersList (E, 203k, wangxian, LXC/JGY, rape/non-con, underage, A/B/O, nontraditional A/B/O dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Misunderstandings, Canon-Typical Violence, Spies & Secret Agents, Fake Character Death, Slow Burn, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, BAMF WWX, Attempted Sexual Assault, Canonical Character Death, Mutual Pining, Good JGY, Introspection, Self-Sacrificing WWX, Love Confessions, Protective LWJ, past child sexual abuse)

Peony to Lotus Series by Deriliarch (T, 72k, WIP, YaoLi, WangXian, ChengQing, Soft AU, Canon Divergence, POV JYL, JYL Lives, JYL-centric, Demisexual Character, Demiromantic Character, Slight pining, Arranged Marriage, Fix-It, Light Angst, Hopeful Ending, Marriage of Convenience, POV Alternating, Trigger warnings at the beginning of chapters--nothing huge, Trauma, Pregnancy, Parenthood, Fluff and Angst, Family Bonding, Anxiety, Courtship, Asexuality, Internalized Acephobia, Slice of Life, Flirting, Discussions on consent/relationship boundaries, Fluff, Getting Together, Getting to Know Each Other, Past XiYao, Internalized Misogyny) Wangxian is pretty background here, the focus is JGY/JYL

Reluctant partner by sacrificial_fawn (G, 31k, WangXian, XiYao, Modern AU, Mpreg, Family Reunions, bonding over your shared trauma, Reluctant Bonding, Married Life, Supportive LQR, Past Miscarriage, Male Lactation, non-graphic birth, Intersex WWX, Slight OOC) this one is hilarious

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13. Hi! First of all, I’m really thankful for you guys’ work! I’ve found some of my favourite fics through your account!

Do you guys happen to know any fics where teenage or war era wangxian meet adult (and married) wangxian? It can be time travel or anything honestly! I’m not particular about the details.

I’ve been trying to search for something like this but was unable to come across anything.

花无百日红; the flower that withers by yiqie (M, 29k, wangxian, Time Travel, Fix-It of Sorts, Case Fic, Spells & Enchantments, Hurt/Comfort, Forgiveness, It's about the emotional catharsis, If you have ever laughed at WWX clowning himself for the 'no one will marry you' scene, This fic is: for you)

River Stones by littlesystems (M, 18k, wangxian, Time Travel, Post-Canon, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Junior Quartet, Oblivious WWX, Suffering LWJ, LJY having the time of his life, Voyeurism)

🔒 ripples spread out when a single pebble is dropped into water by RoseThorne (G, 1k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, JC & WWX, JYL & WWX, WQ & WWX, LQR & LWJ, LQR & WWX, Major character death, Time Travel Fix-It, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Past Character Death, Future Character Death, Timey-Wimey, Truth, Honesty, Guilt, Crack and Angst, POV Third Person, POV WWX, Cloud Recesses Study Arc)

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14. Itmf wangxian fics with

A) exhausted WWX and doting lwj

And B) your favorite most feet-kicking fluff

14A)

🔒we made space by MajorEnglishEsquire (E, 19k, WangXian, Getting Together, Sleep, Sleeping Together, Lap Sitting, Marriage Proposal, Fluff, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, Adopted Children, Exhaustion, Happy Ending, Sex)

hunters seeking solid ground by Attila (E, 23k, WangXian, Canon Compliant, discussion of canon character death, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Getting Together, Yearning, Literal Sleeping Together, Really Excessive Amounts of Hurt/Comfort)

Red Flower With One Hundred Petals; Smoke Carried on the Blue Dusk Air by carolyncaves (T, 32k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Alcohol, Mental Health Issues, Angst, Tenderness, Golden Core Reveal, Hurt/Comfort, thoughts of death/dying, Rabbits, Caretaking, Marriage Proposal, Wedding Fluff, Family Feels, Literal Sleeping Together, Shotgun Wedding, angry wedding planner JC, Yunmeng sibling drama and fluff, physical affection, Terrible Parties, Happy Ending, for WangXian, i'd call it a 'significantly more optimistic' ending for the larger plot)

14B)

Hand in hand is the only way to land by so_shhy (T, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Meet-Cute, Fluff)

The Late Great Custody Debate by stiltonbasket (G, 9k, WangXian, NieLan , XuanLi, Modern AU, Domestic Fluff, baby a-yuan, Single Parent WWX, Confused WWX, Happy Ending)

i’ll have you and you’ll have me by sundiscus (T, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Established Relationship, Marriage Proposal, fluff with a sprinkling of angst (for flavor), i’ll have you and you’ll have me [Podfic] by Fleur Rochard (fleurrochard))

Setting in a Honeymoon by harriet_vane (G, 1k, WangXian, Fluff)

Some of You by tangerinechar (M, 60k, WangXian, Modern AU, Social Media, Actor AU, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Love Confessions, Matchmaking, Light Angst)

looking through a window by glitteringmoonlight (T, 5k, wangxian, modern, college/universtity au, outsider pov, fluff, humor)

🧡 A Study in Fluff by WeaverOfTheNight (T, 29k, WangXian, Modern AU, Ghost bunnies, Vet LWJ, Architect WWX, Kid LSZ, Domestic fluff, Modern with Magic)

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15. heyyy admins, any suggestions on sick wwx and lwj takes care of him? thanks for your hard work lovelies! :)

between two lungs by fruitys (M, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, but also. Sexual Intimacy, Sharing a Bed, Literal Sleeping Together, but also! A Different Kind of Sleeping Together, First Kiss, Love Confessions)

I'm For You Now by phnelt (T, 5k, WangXian, Sickfic, Caretaking, Bathing/Washing, Comfort Food, Good Uncle LQR, it's a mild cold, low stakes softness, Domestic Fluff)

🔒 may your sunlit soul find its way home by puddingcatbeans (G, 10k, wangxian, JC & LWJ, Post-Canon, PTSD, sort of a case fic, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Tenderness)

🔒 Love in all forms, something tender by Vrishchika (T, 4k, wangxian, WWX & LSZ, WWX & LXC, WWX & LQR, Post-Canon, married wangxian, Established Relationship, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Family Feels, Sickfic, Sick Character)

Sick Bed Reserved In Gusu Lan by scifigeek14 (T, 14k, wangxian, Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, sick/comfort, Healing, Illnesses, Fever, Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal, POV Alternating, POV Multiple, POV Third Person Limited, Happy Ending)

Talismans by brooklinegirl (E, 10k, wangxian)

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16. Hiiii for the next itmf I want fics with wwx wearing the lan forehead ribbon (like properly wearing it yk not in the ‘inappropriate use of the lan forehead ribbon’ way lol although I don’t mind if that’s part of it too), signaling he’s part of the sect cause he married in

Thank youuuu :D

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17. I’m in the mood for fics that are long(ish) (about less 100k more than 30k) with plot but with not too much angst and that still prominently features wangxian relationship. Thank you for your hard work 💕

golden when the day met the night by glitteringmoonlight (Not rated, 95k, slow burn, sugar daddy LWJ, light, angst, fluff, developing relationship, eventual smut, WIP)

Linger in the Sun by etymologyplayground (T, 39k, wangxian, JC & WWX, Case Fic, Intimacy, Curses, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Cuddling & Snuggling, Getting Together, Romance, Sexual Tension, Scent Kink, WWX Loves To Teach, wangxian are married, Fluff, nonsexual intimacy, Scars, Sharing a Bed, Nonverbal Communication, this is HEAVY on the symbolism, Translation in Russian)

❤️ kick at the darkness ‘til it bleeds daylight by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (T, 75k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Eventual Happy Ending, Getting Together, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Inspired by The Parent Trap (1998), Kid Fic, teen shenanigans, two a-yuans, Fluff and Angst)

what builds a home by Stratisphyre (T, 46k, JGY & WWX, wangxian, canon divergence, child endangerment, JGS being JGS)

wide enough and wild by impossibletruths (E, 64k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Getting Together, Canonical Accidental Baby Acquisition, Families of Choice, References to Depression, Happy Ending, I Swear To God I’m Giving Them A Happy Ending, Overzealous Use Of Imagery, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Well Except WN But He Was Already Dead So, Fix-It of Sorts, [Podfic] Wide Enough and Wild by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona)) this isn't super plot heavy, but there's some plot

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[avelera]

Hob Gadling - the absolute maddest of immortal lads

One of the things I love most about Hob Gadling as a character (and as a result, do my best to capture in fic) is how unique his reactions are to immortality and to Dream, and how he so often does the opposite of what one would expect from the genre of "humans granted immortality" but also what the average person and most of the audience expects that they would do with immortality, lending well to the concept that Hob is, genuinely, unhinged and a truly supernatural creature in his own right, which is often lost when the character we see him most often juxtaposed against is Dream, who is even more odd and unhinged if in very different ways

(I've decided to be systematic about this and go through meeting by meeting so strap in, folks it got long, as usual!)

1389 - First of all, Hob simply bragging at all that he doesn't plan to die. OG hipster right there, loving life before it was cool. But also, ok, loving life after being born less than a decade after the Black Plague ended. And in the midst of a great many Black Plague aftershocks! The latter half of the 1300s was a truly abysmal time to be alive, with huge social upheaval, war, plagues, "two bloody Popes fightin'" and in the midst of all this is Hob motherfuckin' Gadling, cheerfully announcing that death is for suckers and he doesn't intend to ever do it.

The man is a soldier! You'd think he'd be more accepting and philosophical about his inevitable death given the time he lives in, the profession he has chosen, the fact that most young men his age were wiped out at age 9 by the second wave of the Black Death, and just, in general, doing all of this while having the misfortune to live in England at the time.

And then when Dream comes up to him, like a complete weirdo, and challenges him on this, Hob is actually pretty nice to him! He gives him a side eye but he also goes along with the question, tells him to ignore his friend's jibes, and cheerfully accepts the wager! I cannot express to you how many turns in the road there are between what a normal person would do and what Hob Gadling does in that moment.

1489 - This one bugs me because the most unexpected thing Hob does is seemingly regress in maturity despite now being 100+ years old.

Now, I'm a huge fan of the theory that he's conning Dream right now and putting on the innocent chucklehead routine to put Dream off from kidnapping him to Faerie Land in exchange for his immortality. HOWEVER, since that's just a headcanon, let's take Hob as he is on the page!

Hob has a job. A Freaking Job. He used to be a bandit and a soldier, things that kind of make sense to do as an immortal (like The Old Guard) when you can't die! You could theoretically make BANK there just by taking dangerous jobs. But Hob doesn't?? He gets a normal-ass job, though in that day's equivalent of getting a job at Microsoft or Apple before they became big, Caxton is like one of the first modern startups in essence, a new technology that made TONS of money once it was imported, and Hob was on the ground floor. Still. HE GOT A JOB as an IMMORTAL. He doesn't seem to have this immortality thing figured out yet? And he doesn't ask Dream hardly any questions about it either! You'd think he'd be frothing at the mouth to better understand wtf happened to him, but once Dream clarifies that he's not the Devil and Hob's soul isn't in danger, that's it! No further questions, your honor! WHAT??

Also, just when you WOULD expect him to beg for death (that IS the genre savvy thing to do, Dream's not wrong!) he DOESN'T. He's more in awe than ever, he seems to be experiencing a second childhood over the fact. He's just vibing and living life. That's so, so unusual in this genre.

Hob also hasn't done any of the savvy things an immortal might do after 100 years! He doesn't actually seem all that angsty about why is he immortal, beyond a bit of fear he might need to pay the piper (Dream) now for this gift. Most vampires in an Anne Rice novel would have gone through about 20 stages of grief after they dealt with the first 100 years of everyone they know and love dying but Hob seems to not only be unbothered but actively gearing up for the next century. It's so bizarre. IT'S SO BIZARRE and I love it because I LOVE characters who DON'T do what you'd expect!

1589 - Hob has a family. HOB HAS A FAMILY. Who in their right MIND would start a family, knowing you'd have to bury your spouse and your children? HOB MOTHERFUCKING GADLING that's who! It's incomprehensible! He does it anyway! It's why I headcanon that he planned to support and nurture his family throughout time, like it was all very deliberate to found a dynasty, but it need not be! Knowing him, he just saw a pretty girl and married her! He didn't even CONSIDER his own wife and children getting angry and jealous with him for having immortality he can't share with them? He didn't even CONSIDER the heartbreak?? WHAT?! Who knows! He just did!

Now, this Hob HAS begun to do SOME of the things one would expect of an immortal - like build up generational wealth, BUT he has a KNIGHTHOOD. What immortal in their right MIND would draw that sort of attention to themselves?? HOB, THAT'S WHO. What are you ON, man, that's INSANE! No wonder he got drowned as a witch the man had ZERO CAUTION AT ALL.

1689 - the man is destitute. HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN IF YOU'RE AN IMMORTAL? This is AS puzzling as anything else. Theoretically, Hob could just take a dangerous job with a high fatality rate for quick cash and rebuild his fortune pretty quickly, but he DOESN'T. What went wrong? The possibilities are tantalizing and painfully human that maybe he did do that and failed anyway, or hit even WORSE strings of truly abysmal bad luck.

But somehow, at 300 YEARS OLD it's not until 1789 that we hear Hob has begun socking money away for a rainy day! How does it TAKE YOU that long, sir?? How is that NOT something you figure out in your first century? I've seen a lot of fan writers ascribe a certain amount of immortal savvy to Hob but it's REALLY not there on the page! The guy is NOT genre savvy about immortality AT ALL he doesn't do ANY of the things one would expect, it's absolutely WILD that he falls this low after 300 years after completely failing to, theoretically, CONSIDER this possibility! And then, AND THEN, the guy STILL wants to live. I mean, this one hardly needs saying, that's nuts after what he went through, it's on the page that he's NUTS for this. But the guy is literally in the gutter dreaming of the stars, he is unstoppable I love him so fucking much what a force of nature.

1789 - OK, we've already mentioned that it took until 1789 for Hob to start saving money for a rainy day but let's talk about the fact HE'S NOT ACTUALLY CAREFUL ABOUT BEING CAPTURED?? Again, least genre savvy immortal EVER. You can't die so you'd THINK that being captured or imprisoned or god forbid, thrown down a mine shaft would be the SCARIEST possible fates when you don't have death as an escape, but the guy doesn't even blink at the thought of getting captured by an occultist like Johanna Constantine, dude's totally unbothered! DREAM has to tell him after 400 YEARS that maybe he should be worried about this? THE GUY GOT DROWNED AS A WITCH, picked himself up, dusted himself off, got into some crimes against humanity, and MOVED ON apparently without learning a single goddamn lesson he hasn't had since 1389 which is how to kick ass and look good doing it BUT HE'S NOT EVEN A PROFESSIONAL FIGHTER AS A CAREER, he's just a gentleman of means!

He just... lives a normal human life and seems to expect weird things like being kidnapped by occultists to not happen so long as he stays within those boundaries and you know what? IT SEEMS TO HAVE WORKED! Because to be fair, how many of us outside the bounds of fiction would ever expect the wild stuff like kidnapping to really happen? It's statistically quite vanishingly rare! And that's been all Hob has needed, presumably, to not need to stress since the damn witch trials about his immortality! So yeah, I read fic where Hob is like this very savvy immortal but by 400 YEARS he's BARELY learned to have a savings account under a different name and he STILL doesn't seem too bothered by the possibility of getting hurt or captured! Like, AT ALL?! Absolutely class act right here, top lad, unbelievable, no notes. HOW do you SURVIVE like this as an anomaly, Hob?

1889 - By now, it SEEMS like Hob has bought a clue. He's pretty understated, he's made some amends, SEEMS to have resolved to be less of a shithead, and he's got this immortality thing figured out. It only took him 500 FUCKING YEARS. But again, Hob ISN'T fabulously wealthy as far as we can tell. He's not a megalomaniac and he STILL seems to be vibin' as just a dude doing Just A Dude things like HAVING A JOB and if we borrow from Hob's Leviathan a bit, he's STILL just jumping between industries, just living life down at the normal human level. He hasn't detached from humanity, he lives in the day to day on a level that's just INCONCEIVABLE for a being that's 500 years old.

1989 - Ok, moving on a bit from Hob being an immortal, because getting excited about technology like his brick phone is absolutely so charming I want to squish his cheeks, but he's hardly the only immortal to get excited about that. What I want to talk about is how HOB FORGIVES DREAM for 1889. Because, look, Dream is a prick there. Hob could have been more diplomatic but Dream could have waited for the apology and he didn't.

I have seen SO MANY TAKES where Hob would be MAD after 1889 and RIGHTFULLY SO. But he's NOT. He's not! There are so many fics where he has lingering hurt over it but that's just NOT what the character does! He blames himself! Guy did pretty much nothing wrong except maybe choose his words poorly, but he's blaming HIMSELF for making Dream uncomfortable. Absolute legend. Saints have nothing on this man, that is saint-like behavior. I'd be furious. Hob just misses his friend and BLAMES HIMSELF that Dream isn't there. Not an a single, microscopic trace of anger in sight.

2022 - And then, AND THEN, when he has EVERY REASON to flip out when Dream shows up, finally, after 133 YEARS, after Hob has APPARENTLY stuck around the area just in case, WAITING for him, what does this fucking legend say? "You're late."

THAT'S IT! He's not mad, he totally has a right to be! He doesn't jump out of his chair in shock, that would be a totally expected reaction to! He glances up! He acts like Dream is 5 minutes late instead of over a century WHAT IS THAT?? WHAT IS THAT?! HOW?!! They just settle back with a pint after that like it's nothing. That's not what I would do. I don't think that's what almost any human would do after a shock like that. I still can't wrap my head around it.

So anyway, Hob Gadling, absolutely FASCINATING character from the perspective of just not doing a single fucking thing you'd expect an immortal Just A Dude to do. Goddamn legend right there. Worth remembering for those like me who are obsessed enough to write this guy in fic. He is just so... opposite of everything you'd expect and that is so fucking sexy of him wow