#agere drabbles

[regressionworldz]

I’m planning to do an Age Regression story with Poppy Playtime based a lot on your art. I hope to send you what it got at a later date can you expand more on the Age Regression on your version for poppy playtime?

WAAAA, I’d be so happy if you made a story, seriously!! I’d reblog it so fast, I hope you go through with it,,

Also, absolutely! I can expand more on the Age Regression in my AU!

As I’ve mentioned before, the protagonist in this AU is an age regressor, and quite young at that. They tend to regress involuntarily, particularly when surrounded by positive or negative triggers, resulting in moments where they enter a childlike headspace. (Their regression age is somewhere around 0-3) 

This involuntary age regression significantly impacts the behavior of the creatures within the facility, leading to a complex array of reactions.

For instance, during encounters with Huggy Wuggy, the protagonist's regression triggers a profound change in perception. Despite being an adult, they are perceived as a child by Huggy Wuggy and other creations within the facility. This perception shift is consistent among all the creatures, who consequently treat the protagonist as a vulnerable child.

The best way I can describe the impact of age regression on the creatures is a nullifying effect. Rather than succumbing to their inherently sadistic tendencies, the creatures become markedly gentler and more nurturing. They instinctively adopt a protective and nurturing role towards the protagonist, exhibiting behaviors akin to caregiving.

With more formidable creatures like CatNap, the influence of the protagonist's age regression might not immediately manifest due to their heightened resistance. However, over time, even CatNap succumbs to a nurturing instinct towards the protagonist, albeit retaining a mischievous demeanor. Nonetheless, the protagonist will remain unharmed, with CatNap's antics posing nothing more than occasional playful disruptions.

In summary, within the world of Poppy Playtime, whenever your character regresses in front of the creatures, they universally perceive and treat you as a child. Hopefully this explains how the regression works in this AU!

[cotyledon8]

hello! could you please write something where regressor!Ahsoka involuntarily regresses around Anakin after a stressful mission and she’s really embarrassed because she’s never regressed around him before but he takes care of her and becomes her cg?

( here it is finally! regressed ahsoka and caregiver anakin below the cut. ive kept it kind of a vague ending because I do plan to write more for them.) Ahsoka really hated post-mission comedowns, especially the comedown that followed a mission spent terrified Anakin, or Obi-Wan, or any of the troopers she had slowly begun to see as family were going to end up hurt.

She hated the way everything seemed to fall apart around her, like she was simultaneously still on the battlefield, while the silence around her of her rooms, or the place she hid herself up in seemed to echo around her. It felt like everything around her had tripled in size and she was still just there. 

She’d somehow quickly become very acquainted with the torn feeling of not knowing if she wanted company, or if she wanted to hide under her blankets for hours until it all went away. 

Anakin of course, would almost definitely comfort her if she was to ask, her Master was hardly one to follow the rules on attachment and limited physical affection, as would Master Kenobi; albeit in a more wordy way. But she felt guilty about it, she was a padawan commander in a war part of Yoda’s lineage, with some of the highest mission stats and recoveries; she should be able to handle all of this. 

It’s this same comedown of floaty thoughts and shaky hands that lands Ahsoka curled up on the floor of some empty cupboard room she found, hands wrapping themselves around her arms in an almost bruising attempt at comfort. She felt pathetic, and she felt so horribly lonely. 

She’s part-way through another round of a downhill spiral, her face feeling blotchy from crying for the better part of an hour, when she hears the quiet knocking on the closest door.

It startles her for a second, her heart racing as she wonders what time it even was, and who had managed to find her little hideout she’d decided it was. 

She fumbles with the door lock for a moment, her hands as shaky as her legs feel right about now. She would so much rather be curled up in her bed asleep, but the idea of leaving was unbelievably horrible. 

Her breath hitches as the door opens softly to Anakin standing on the other side, a look of concern that feels almost mismatched on the usually carefree face. 

“Ahsoka! I’ve been looking for you, you okay?” Ahsoka and Anakin didn’t do emotions, not really; emotions were hardly any Jedi’s strongsuit no matter their lineage or training. 

“Oh. Yeah I’m okay.” She hopes her voice sounds reassuring, but the way Anakin's eyes comb over her face,  makes her hyperaware of the former tear tracks that were drying on her cheeks, her face a patchy mess of colour. 

“Are you sure? You look… less okay. Kix said you hadn’t stopped by medical yet.” The gentle worry makes Ahsoka’s eyes involuntarily well up with tears again, even as she tries to blink them away. Everything feels wrong, she hates missions. 

“Oh ‘Soka.” Anakin said in a quiet utterance, before reaching forward to tug his padawan into a hug. It’s simultaneously the exact thing she wanted, and the worst thing that could possibly happen to her; as she promptly dissolved into distraught sobs. 

“It’s okay, kid. After missions are always kriffed up. It’s normal to be upset.” Anakin’s been listening to Kix’s lectures on social interaction, Ahsoka thinks distantly through all this. She still has her head buried in the casual clothing of Anakin's less-formal robes, the material familiar beneath her hands; something almost grounding in the way her entire head feels like it’s been filled with cotton-balls. 

She’s not sure how long she stands like that, Anakin’s arms bracketing her into a tight hug, just grounding enough as she sunk into the option of not thinking at all, allowing herself a singular moment of weakness in this all.

 Somewhere along the way, they end up on the floor, her body half curled on the floor and against her master still. It felt stupidly like being back in the crèche when this was acceptable; it made her miss it more than anything. 

“I’m sorry,” She mutters into Anakin’s shoulder, “I know I’m supposed to be above it, but it hurts and everything feels horrible and I can’t release it into the force, I’m just scared, I just feel…” She trails off as the words escape her, and Anakin makes a contemplative hum beneath her. The vulnerability makes her feel sick, but she knew she could trust Anakin more than anyone else she knew.

“Hey ‘soka, do you feel kinda floaty? Like when Kix gives relaxers?” 

“I guess..?” 

“Yeah? Like the world sort of is closing in on you?” Anakin sounds almost familiar with the feeling, and Ahsoka has a brief thought of maybe she wasn’t going completely and utterly insane. 

She nods info Anakin’s shoulder, and Anakin squeezes her into a tighter hug as she fists the loose material of his outer robe, the actions grounding her back to the moment. 

“That’s okay, padawan, it’s okay. I’ll be here as long as you need, yeah? It’s alright.” Ahsoka feels a new wave of tears start again, the full brunt of everything catching up with her all at once; how does she even have more tears left? Anakin runs a hand along her back, muttering soothing reassurances as she buries herself into him. 

She didn’t care about what the Jedi would think, or if the men would find her, or what was going to happen next in this endless stupid war; right now all she knew was that Anakin was here and he got it, and he didn’t make her think of logistics and labels and everything; he, and the instant comfort was just there.

[wilt3d-r0zes]

New fic! Kinda. It’s a drabble book for Teen Wolf Age Regression shit that I just kinda made in class to satiate my need to create for this fandom. I won’t be posting the summary or anything here, just the fic link and some warnings!

Teen Wolf Agere Drabbles

Warnings:

This fic contains Age Regression, a non-sexual coping mechanism. Don’t like, DNI

The only romance that’s implied in this fic is canon relationships, such as past Jackson/Lydia, Stiles/Malia and Scott/Kira. They don’t take the front of any of the fics so far as I’m not interested in writing romance- especially not in the context of an agere book.

This book contains spoilers for everything before the start of s4 as of 03/23/23, including characters and events. 

Isaac, Jackson and Ethan don’t leave/return to the pack bc I like them

Most of these are Stiles centric as of 03/23/23 because I like him he’s my lil scrunkle

[bamboobooshark]

LOGAN HOWLETT X LITTLE!READER

⊹ ࣪ ˖🐾₊˚ I DON'T PURR : 709 WRDS

INSPIRED BY @cloudbug08 ‘s CG LOGAN HEADCANONS ; DRABBLE |🐾| A/N : No one will ever stop me from making CG!/Dad!Logan fics. At all. Ever.

You’ve been regressed all day. Yesterday was a busy, stressful, overwhelming day, and now you’re coping with the stress. Logan is by your side, caring for you as usual. You lay on the living room floor’s carpet, tummy pressed to the ground, legs kicking up in the air. You breathe contently as you carefully color the page Logan printed out for you.

You could hear him in the bathroom down the corridor near the stairs. He was carefully grooming his hair while humming a tune that sounded a little too familiar. A soft smile crept onto your lips once you recognized it, it was the sound of your favorite cartoon’s intro. “I know that song,” you chirp, gaining a soft chuckle from the man. “You sure do, kiddo. So much that you’ve got me hummin’ it myself,” he replied. He set down the comb before letting out a soft sigh. The sound of his boots slightly clacking against the hardwood floor made you turn your head and giggle out of excitement when you see him. “Kitty hair! Kitty hair,” you exclaim. “Not kitty hair,” he corrected while shaking his head.

“Kitty hair” is what you’d call Logan’s hair any time he had it brushed up like little animal ears. As much as he denied that they were meant to be ears to represent any animal, he never truly cared that you called it kitty hair. He found it pretty cute and grew fond of the term.

“Can I pretty please play with it,” you plead, clasping your hands together. Logan shrugs in response. “I dunno, bubs,” he drags out playfully. “Pretty please? I promise I’ll get that one spot behind your ears that you really like,” you add in an attempt to get him to accept your request. He looks down at you sweetly, hands on his hips, one eyebrow cocked. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” he groans dramatically, feigning annoyance. “But you gotta clean up all that arts and crafts stuff you got going on.”

Without hesitation, you nod in agreement. You start to clean up your crayons and coloring pages with haste. Within minutes, you’re done putting everything up, now sat on the couch waiting for Logan to come lay his head on your lap. You stretch your hands out to him grasping the air between you two. “Calm down, kiddo. I’m coming,” he assures you. He walks closer to you, leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, slips off his boots, and lays his head in your lap. He shifts a bit to get more comfortable by putting one leg on top of the other and crossing his arms against his chest. “There you go, bubs,” he hums with a deep exhale. You squeal with excitement as you gently begin to play with his hair. You run your fingers through the strands, scratch his scalp, and when you scratch behind his ears, you hear something. Purring. He always purrs when you play with his hair for long enough.

“You purr,” you exclaim with a giggle and a huge grin on your face. Logan sighs in return. He shakes his head in denial “You’ve got it all wrong, kid. I don’t purr. Wolverines don’t purr. You’re making things up,” he protests against your previous claim.

You felt his throat vibrate softly against one of your thighs and listened closely. As you told him, he was purring.

“You purr like a kitty, then,” you chirp back. Another deep sigh. He’s not even annoyed with your claim. He knows you’re right. He just doesn’t want to admit to his kiddo that he purrs. “I don’t purr. I didn’t purr,” he states firmly. “It’s not right to lie to your papa,” he said with a light-hearted chuckle. “But you did! I promise,” you pout to him. “I’ll prove it,” you say before beginning to scratch at his scalp again.

Sure as hell, he purrs. He grumbles softly to interrupt his purrs in protest. You know you’ve won once you hear a soft sigh fall from his lips as you scratch right behind his ears. More purring. “Guess you’re right, bubs,” he chuckles softly while closing his eyes. “Just keep scratching. It feels nice,” he adds with a smile creeping onto his lips.

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[impish-baby]

Weep little lion man - platonic yandere villian x vigilante reader - 🎭

Oh, dear..."

Eos coos, circling around the room. "Someone was naughty, weren't you, darling?" The pounding in your ears practically drowns the villain out, it isn't like you could tear your eyes away from the body laying on the ground to look at them anyway.

It happened so fast, you're not even really sure how.

You didn't mean to. You promise. It was an accident. A stupid, stupid accident because you were scared and-

"Hush." They delicately wipe specks of blood away from your cheek, like you're just a kid who's gotten messy playing. "Don't worry, I'm not mad. I'd say I'm quite proud of you actually." Eos draws you into their arms, rubbing soft circles into your back, a parent soothing their frighted child. "It's ok, I know it wasn't on purpose. You're such a good little hero, hm?" The villian's voice is so kind. It's the only thing you have to ground you to reality.

Eos doesn't let you go once you start sobbing, only gently rocking you back and forth. "Oh honey, I know, I know.. poor thing." They sigh, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "It's so dreary in here. Let's get going, shall we?"

Reader: staring blank faced at the table unable to process the fact that they just killed someone

Eos: you haven't touched your chicken nuggies :((

[miloscozycorner]

𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬.

Carer!Natasha Romanoff x Little!Reader

• As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were feeling under the weather. As always, Natasha makes sure to take gentle care of her stubborn baby.

cw: age regression.

( 1007 Words )

It started with a runny nose. You assured Natasha it was just seasonal allergies, and you had to adjust to the winter. Hesitantly, she had taken your word for it- though of course, she always worried about you pushing yourself too far.

Then, you started to get a headache. And the sore throat and cough. You tried to brush it off, but when Natasha woke early in the morning to see you drenched in a cold sweat, shivering and coughing, she knew you weren’t okay.

She also noticed how small you seemed- you held your stuffed animal tight, grumbling and fussy. “Hey little bug, are you feeling icky?” Natasha murmured as she leaned over you as you shivered, nodding at her words.

With a cough you nodded, “It feels hot n’ then cold, mama.” You mumbled, frowning. Natasha tutted, placing her soft hands on your forehead. She hissed as she felt the head radiating from your skin.

“Baby, you’re burning up.” Natasha cooed, wincing when you hacked and coughed loudly with a wheeze. “Oh honey, you’re definitely sick. Here, I can send a text to your boss-”

God, you hated having to admit that you were getting sick. You pouted, groaning in frustration. “But I got work!” You whined, getting more distressed at the idea of not being able to go about your daily tasks.

Natasha sighed, shaking her head as she ran her fingers soothingly through your hair. “Sugar, you just can’t go to work. You need to stay home and get better, okay?”

You paused as you started to wheeze, sputtering into a coughing fit. Natasha sighed, moving to hold you tight in her arms and let your head rest on her shoulder. “Mama.. it hurts.” You whined, cut off by another sharp cough.

Fingers ran through your hair soothingly as Natasha pressed a kiss on your forehead. “I know it does, baby. It must hurt a lot.” She replied softly. She paused to glance out the window.

Sunlight was peaking through the white curtains, just barely risen enough to cast a shadow.

“Why don’t you just stay here, okay?” Natasha spoke, shifting so she was sitting up in bed. “Mama can make you a nice, warm bowl of soup and we’ll put on some of your favorite cartoons. How about that, little one?”

After a moment you nodded in agreement, whining when Natasha slipped out of your hold to stand. “Mama, don’ leave.” You mumbled with a pout, cradling your stuffie tighter to your chest.

Natasha sighed, “Sugar, mama isn’t going far. I’m just going to make you some soup with tea and grab some medicine.” She paused, before handing you the remote. “Choose something, okay?” She gestured towards the television.

Even though part of you wanted to object, to convince Natasha to stay in bed just a little longer, you nodded in agreement.

You mindlessly scrolled through the options of television shows before eventually deciding on a calm, animated movie. You relaxed into the bed, cradling several stuffies close to you while the movie began to play.

Soft footsteps pattered down the hallway until Natasha appeared, a cup of tea in one hand and medicine in the other. “Your soup’s sitting on the stove, baby. Still needs to warm up a bit.” She explained before scooting next to you in bed.

You grimaced at the medicine, not appreciating the grimy texture that went down your throat. But Natasha held you, telling you how brave you were while you drank it, which made it feel a little bit better.

The tea soothed your throat as Natasha hummed, glancing over at the television. “Studio Ghibli? That’s a good choice, precious.” She helped you sip at your tea for a while, frowning when you would wince or whine at your headache and sore throat.

“Mama, my throat hurts.” You whined, allowing Natasha to hold the warm mug of tea up to your lips. You took another small sip, finding a bit of relief in the soothing liquid.

Natasha moved off the bed again, cradling your cheeks and planting a kiss on your forehead. “Keep watching your movie, sweetheart. Mama is going to get your soup now, alright? I bet that tummy of yours is hungry!”

You giggled at her comment, shaking your head. “Mama you’re so silly.” You babbled, unable to help the small smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.

Natasha tickled your sides lightly before heading down the hallway, her footsteps eventually fading into the background. Once again you found yourself focused on the movie in front of you playing out, though sometimes the sickness would make your head feel floaty and almost dream like.

The scent of chicken noodle soup wafted around the hallway and into your room as Natasha returned. “Do you want to sit on mama’s lap while you eat this, honey? I don’t want you to make a mess.” Natasha said, moving over the cup of tea on the nightstand to place the bowl.

A moment passed and you nodded, adjusting yourself to sit on her lap. Natasha held you close, the bowl placed in her lap while she raised spoonfuls of the soup to your lips.

As you finished your soup and tea and the movie started to fade into background noise, you could feel your eyes start to grow heavy and your body weight felt like far too much to keep up all by yourself.

Natasha adjusted you, moving you so you were laying down and cradled in her arms, your head nuzzled against her collarbone. “Close your eyes, little love. Get some extra sleep for mama, okay?” She cooed, rocking you gently.

Though part of you felt like protesting, trying to fight through the day and stop feeling so icky, you gave in to the comfort and let your muscles eventually relax.

With Natasha’s soft touches and gentle praises in your ear, the shivers that ran down your spine eventually faded away, and sleep came to you with an ease you hadn’t experienced in days.

[minminbunny]

Yandere Stalker AU - Caregiver! Lee Minho/Gender Neutral Little! Reader

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"Why did you stop walking?" Minho asked, standing behind you with his hood up. Your breath hitched, "What?" you whispered, turning your head. Minho tilted his head, "You. Why did you stop walking?" he asked, looking at you as if he spoke the obvious. The goosebumps on your arms sent you warning flags at his behavior. Minho chuckled lowly, "Don't scream," he whispered, covering your mouth with a cloth. You thrashed beneath his hold, adrenaline pumping in your veins. Minho grunted, holding the cloth firm, "Shh, shh, darling. Just go to sleep," he whispered, smirking as your body grew limp within his hold. "I'll take good care of you, darling. No one can hurt you ever again," he said, carrying your body bridal style.

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You stirred awake, "Where am I?" you slurred, looking around. Minho chuckled, looking over your crib, "Good morning, darling. Are you hungry?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You flinched from his touch, your eyes widened with fear. Minho chuckled, "Aww, such a jumpy little one. Don't worry, darling. Soon you'll warm up to me," he said, holding a familiar plush toy. You wavered at the sight, confusion and anxiety running through your brain. Minho cooed, "You're wondering how I got your special toy aren't you, darling. Oh, I can read you like an open book," he said, gently placing the toy next to your pillow. You gulped, clutching the plushie to your chest. "Aren't you adorable," Minho said, adoring the way you hugged the plush like your lifeline.

Minho stood straight, he stared down at you, "I know you have many questions, darling. And I will answer them in due time. But for now, I just want you to know that I've been watching you. Your situation twinged a saviour complex so to speak and I had to protect you," he said with sincerity in his voice. You glared at him, not liking the situation you've been put in. Minho chuckled, "Feisty little thing," he said, wanting to pet your hair but he didn't want to scare you further. "Take a look around, darling. This will be your room for a while. Oh, and one more thing. Don't panic when you can't move your legs okay? The drug will wear off with time," Minho said, leaving the room. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to lift your legs after his words but to no avail. Soft tears spilt down your cheeks, fearing the worst. Minho chuckled, watching you through the baby monitor, "So predictable," he said, grazing the monitor with adoration.

"Momma?" you called out, kneeling in the crib, your head barely peeking over the rail. Minho cooed, holding your bottle, "What's wrong, sweetheart. Did you get hungry?" he asked, shaking the warm bottle. You nodded your head, making grabby hands towards him, "Nom nom," you babbled, staring at him with dilated eyes. "Ahm, nom nom just for you," Minho said, lifting your out of the crib and over his lap. You snuggled into his chest, holding the bottle with both of your hands. Minho chuckled, teasing you with the bottle nip, "Aww, that's not your mouth," he said, gently feeding you. Soft suckles echoed within the room as he rocked your body close, "I never regret saving you, darling. Never," he whispered, holding you firmly, a hint of possessiveness in his tone. You burrowed closer to him, never regretting the day you gave into him.

[hollowtakami]

MY LITTLE DOVE

CONTENT: caregiver!keigo + regressed!gn!reader, pet names (dove, little feather, baby bird), just a fluffy drabble to keep my mind out of a bad place.

AUTHOR NOTE: please keep interactions/tags for this post strictly SFW; ddlg/ageplay/pro+comship are not welcome.

You could feel yourself slipping.

Huddled under a sea of blankets with an army of stuffies, chewing on the end of your sleeve, you fold into yourself.

The scent of your favourite stuffie under your nose would usually comfort you, but not right now. Above the surface of those blankets was a world. That alone was far too big and scary for you right now.

Your little heart pounded as you count the minutes on your fingers to ease your worries, startling at the faint sound of a door clicking open.

A small sigh and the shuffling of boots could be heard through the ajar door your bedroom, shoes kicked to the side of the rack and a jacket strung up on a hook as you heard a melodic voice call out to you.

“Baby bird, I’m back!” Keigo chirped, the baritone of his voice flooding your senses with warmth.

You do your best to ease the blankets off yourself and with clumsy movements, clutch your stuffie to your chest with your head down as you waddled over to the avian.

Keigo saw you emerge from your room like a lost spirit, floating over to him slowly. His face fell when he couldn’t see yours, his eyes soon clocked onto the stuffie and he soon softened.

“Hey there, dove,” his voice smoother than any sippie cup of warm milk before bed, lowered as to not startle you again. He extended a hand to you, gentle and inviting, whispering, “you feelin’ small?”

With a small nod you raise your head to look up, expecting to see even a small glimpse of annoyance in the suns of Keigo’s eyes; nothing.

He beamed when he saw your face, riddled with worry but willing to trust him. And trust him, you did.

You slowly shuffled into Keigo’s chest, babbling to yourself happily when you felt the tickle of his feathers cocoon around you. He patted your hair, kissing the crown of your head.

“C’mon, little feather,” Keigo smiled, “let’s get you cosy, yeah?”

When you were regressed, your age sometimes ranged. Keigo was no stranger to working with children due to his line of work, and so took to your regression quite well. Hidden behind a mask of tenderness was, at first, the fear of making you feel worse. Though, like a feather in the wind, the two of you found your flow.

“Okay, baby, sit on the bed for me while I find you some jammys, ‘kay?” Keigo softly directed, to which you did with a nod, your stuffie still with you.

Keigo sent a few feather dashing out of the room as he picked through the drawer where you kept your regression gear; pacifiers, sippy cups, your favourite pyjamas.

He turned with them in his hand, smiling to himself when he saw your demeanour light up at the sight. You clapped your hands together happily, letting Keigo get you out of your day clothes and into something comfier.

Keigo eventually got you into bed after calming you down when you got so giddy - he can’t lie to himself though, you were so adorable. He left the room for a moment, crossing his heart and promising you and your plush friend that he would be right back.

Sitting on the bed, tucked into a blanket with your stuffie huddled close to your chest, you popped your thumb into your mouth. You were too baby to think anything wrong of it, babbling to your stuffie about something as you subconsciously suckled and bit at your thumbnail.

Keigo soon came back into the room, a clean paci in his hands, his feathers carrying a tray lined with a sippy cup of warm milk and a plate of apple slices.

The avian clicked his tongue when he saw you mindlessly sucking your thumb, smiling as he helped the paci into your mouth and wiped your thumb.

“Save your teeth for these apple slices, baby,” Keigo smiled, his feathers resting back into his wings as the tray was set down onto the bed slowly, Keigo snuggled up to you, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You giggled as the scruff on his chin tickled your skin, your bubbly laughs making Keigo’s heart melt.

“C’mere, dove, let me help you with your snack, yeah?” Keigo softly suggested.

You nodded, too baby to want to feed yourself.

After a few slices, you finished off the sippy full of milk, eyes droopy. Setting the tray down on the bedside table, Keigo held you close in a blanket of his feathers, keeping you safe from any monsters while you and your stuffie got some well deserved rest.

[the-universal-sun]

what if instead of stan punching ford when he was branded he regressed

I love this idea! And sorry it took so long, I could only see this request on mobile and not my computer for some reason

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“Ahhh!” Stan screams, the pain in his shoulder was like fire scorching his skin. He clutches at his shoulder, he’s not touching the burn but he can feel the heat radiating off of it, coming in waves. He whimpers, all the fight leaving him, unwitting tears leaking from his eyes as he stifles a sob. It hurts so bad, worse than anything he’s been through. He hates this, he hates the pain, he’s tired of the pain. He doesn’t know why this is affecting him so much, because it was Ford who caused it? But, Ford didn’t mean it, did he? His brother, his big brother, wouldn’t mean to hurt him, right? He rocks himself, almost violently, hoping to at least soothe the torrent in his mind.

“Oh my gosh, Stanley! A-are you alright?” He can hear Ford call out as he rushes over to check, but he can’t bring himself to speak, the pain in his shoulder too great and his tongue feeling too thick. He just moans lowly in his throat, wincing as he feels Ford prod at the edges of his burn. Hearing his brother talk to him without scorn for the first time in a decade is what causes his sobbing, unaccustomed to and sorely missing his brother’s words and presence, He finds it hard to breathe with his tears, he rocks faster and faster until he’s stopped by a hand on his other shoulder. He finally looks up to Ford, throat tight and eyes wet and blurry. Stan doesn’t know what Ford sees in his face, but whatever it is has him gently hauling him up and guiding him to the basement’s elevator. Stan’s legs are heavy, like his tongue, and don’t want to move, so he stumbles a lot, his brother having to keep him steady. He winces, scared to get yelled at again, but Ford says nothing, just tightens his hand around Stan’s waist. The elevator ride is silent, Stan doesn’t speak, he just leans against Ford, thinking about how long it’s been since he’s done this, instead of the pain.

After what seems like forever, they make it upstairs and hobble into a room at Ford’s direction. It’s a bathroom. Stan distantly wonders if there’s hot water, he hasn’t had hot water in forever. Would he be able to shower, with his shoulder? Stan starts to think there’s something else he should be worried about when Ford makes him sit on the toilet, stepping away. He grasps at Ford’s coat, bringing him closer, so scared he’s going to leave him, making him be all alone again. He doesn’t want to be all alone again

“Stanley, I have to get a first aid kit to help and examine you. Your burn is very serious, infection is a dangerous possibility.” Ford tries to pull away again, but Stan buries his head in Ford’s and shakes his head, silently begging for him to stay. “Stanley, please,” Ford sounds exasperated, grabbing Stan’s hands to pull them off, “I need you to-” he whimpers out a vaguely sobbed ‘no’, clenching tighter to the coat. He feels Ford kneel down, his hands bringing Stan’s up, making their eyes connect. He speaks softly. “Stanley-Lee, come on. I won’t be far, the first aid kit is right under the sink here, you can still see me. Okay?” Ford stands up, backing away slowly as Stan lets the coat slide from his fingertips. Stan grasps the end of his brother's coat, still looking at him. He needs this contact, he’s scared Ford will leave and disappear if he doesn’t keep a hold on him. Ford just stares at him, a weird look in his eye, before he steps towards the sink and opens the cabinet underneath, rummaging for the first aid kit. All with Stan grasping his coat.

Ford steps back to Stan and tries to step behind him when Stan panics again, turning to face him. What if Ford leaves when Stan can’t see him?! He’ll never be able to find him then! Stan can feel more tears leak and the ache in his throat and chest get worse at the thought of losing his brother again. He can feel Ford hovering around him before something gets shoved in his lap. He looks down to see his brother’s coat, but wasn’t he wearing this? Stan looks back up, Ford’s hands are hovering right in front of him.

“There, now that you have my coat, I can’t leave. Now can I please see to your burn?” Stan can’t argue with that logic, it’s super cold outside, and his brother’s too smart to go play in the snow with no coat on. Subdued, Stan turns his back to Ford, letting him look at his shoulder. It really does hurt a lot now that he’s not so worried about Ford leaving him. Ford’s silent as he pokes and prods at his burn, anytime he hisses and whimpers in pain, his brothers hand strokes his head, calming him. Stan hears scissors snapping and feels Ford cut away his shirt and jacket. He sniffles, holding back tears, this was his warmest coat, his only coat, and now he’s gonna freeze. Stan brings his legs up the the toilet seats he’s sitting on and buries his face in his knees, using Ford’s jacket to wipe away his tears and hide his face until his burn is fixed up.

It takes forever, but Stan feels Ford finally cover his burn with a bandage. Just in time for Stan to release a big yawn, rubbing his eye with one hand, the other still clutching Ford’s coat. Now that everything’s hitting him, Stan feels really sleepy, his eyes struggling to stay open.

“Stanley, how do you feel?” Ford’s kneeling in front of him again. How does he feel? He feels light, fuzzy, kind of hazy? He doesn’t really know, and he can’t speak anyways, so he just shrugs and blinks slowly. He stands with Ford as he walks over to the door, Stan grabbing his hand and clutching it tightly before he could open it.

“Stanley, really I-“ Ford doesn’t finish what he was saying, he just looks. Stanley yawns again, swaying on his feet. If his tongue weren’t so heavy, he’d ask for jammies and to sleep. Ford must have read or mind, his brother’s so smart, because all he does is softly say something about getting Stan some clothes and getting him a room. He follows Ford as he walks, holding his hand, before he freezes. His bag! Stan’s bag is still by the front door and he needs it! It’s got Poindexter, and he can’t sleep without Poindexter!

He walks to where he can kind of remember where the door was, still holding Ford’s hand, dragging him along and tuning out his protests. He gets to the bag and finally lets go of his brother’s hand, bending down and rummaging through it until he finds and brings out Poindexter. He turns around to show him to Ford, shoving him in Ford’s face.

“Stanley what-Ack! Yes I see it! Very nice-“ Stan shakes his stuffy, Ford’s not getting it! He points to Poindexters glasses and then to Ford’s, trying to tell him that they’re matching. “Y-yes, your-um. Your bear and I both wear glasses, Stanley, that’s very fun. Listen, why don’t you get some pajamas from your bag-“ Stan cuts him off, shaking his head. He doesn’t have any pajamas, just some shirts and pants, nothing he can sleep in.

“You don’t have pajamas? Stanley, I-I…” Ford doesn’t finish his sentence, he looks really sad, which confuses Stan. He doesn’t know why Ford’s looks sad. He shuffles on his feet, clutching Poindexter and Ford’s coat tighter, he really wants to go to bed now. Ford must want to, too because he doesn’t finish his sentence, grabbing his wrist and guiding him to a room with a really ugly carpet. He’s so distracted by the ugly carpet that he doesn’t notice his brother left his line of sight until Ford’s in front of him, trying to get him to raise his arms. He lets Ford move him, too sleepy to protest. Ford dresses him in a cozy sweater, tight but warm and clean, and moves Stan to the couch in the room.

“You can sleep here tonight, Stanley. It’s the only room with a bed right now. We’ll talk more in the morning.” Ford covers him him a blanket and tries to leave, but Stan grabs his hand again. Staring up at him, begging him to stay. He buried his head in Ford’s hand, hearing him sigh. “Just until you fall asleep, Stanley.” And Stan relaxes, happy that Ford’s watching over him, that he’s staying with him and won’t leave him alone. He’s so tired, it doesn’t take him long to drift off, curled up tight against the couch, clutching Ford’s hand, his coat, and Poindexter. He manages to move his heavy tongue to mumble a ‘night-night’ to Ford, and Poindexter, before he falls fully asleep, his eyes too heavy to open any more.

“I’m sorry, Lee”

[b4bywr1t3s]

Trail mix

Spencer Reid x gn!reader drabble

tags ; fluff , gn terms ONLY , use of y/n (I'm unoriginal...)

(this is so short...shush)

The couple sat on the couch, Y/N holding a small bag of trail mix in their lap, idly eating the mixture of nuts and fruits, making sure to pick out the raisins.

it took a matter of seconds for Spencer to notice, gently taking the bag from Y/N and heading for the kitchen, separating the raisins from the rest of the bags contents.

by the time he returned, the raisins had been completely removed, all tossed into a small bowl, which he carried into the living room, handing the bag back to his lover.

"you didn't have to do that..." they mumble, looking over at the bowl Spencer carried.

"you don't like them, there's no point wasting them." Spencer shrugged in response, plopping onto the couch beside Y/N, continuing to watch whatever late night TV show was playing.

the pair ate in quiet, Y/N leaning against Spencer's side as they watch the show, enjoying the comfortable silence that filled the room.

"I love you, y'know that?" spencer whispers, his soft voice drawing Y/N's attention to him.

"I know..." they murmur, looking up at him through their lashes, their eyes filled with tiredness. "I love you too, Spence."

Spencer moves his hand to theor cheek, his thumb caressing across his lovers cheekbone and into their hairline, helping them drift into a peaceful slumber, the late night TV now just background noise fir the couples rest.

very much inspired by this post | dividers by @kodaswrld

[babyniigo]

Random thoughts!! N25 where they all are regressed. Kanade and Mafuyu the babies of course. But Mizuki and Ena are the big girls! They need to figure out who’s older to be in charge! I present to you

M: “Enananana! How big?”

E: “Uhh. This many!” *Holds up 5 fingers*

M (Who is definitely feeling 4): “Well I’m one more! So I win!”

Kanade and Mafuyu just staring, very confused at what is going on

Agere! Niigo Drabble! ૮꒰ ྀི◜๑◝ ꒱ა

Synposis: When all of niigo are regressed together at the same time, they have to make a quick decision on who to be the CG!

Characters: Kanade, Ena, Mafuyu, Mizuki, Honami

Word count: 688 words

“Hehe, baby~ you ish baby~” Ena sang softly as she hugged Kanade closer to herself, settled right behind her, and cradled the younger regressor tight to her chest.

Her soft hums weaved through the warmth of afternoon’s tranquility, no responsibilities left for the day as they allowed themselves to finally relax and embrace their regression.

Ena had found Kanade regressed alone in the living room and immediately jumped to join her, wanting to also feel small alongside her partner.

“Kana ish baby!” The brunette continued humming, snuggling her head into the shorter girl’s neck before peeking at the squishy toy in between Kanade’s hand, that she was poking and watching rise slowly.

A new obsession in their household. The squishy. 

They all managed to be so fascinated by it, watching it rise slowly before deciding to poke it again, and despite it equalling the action of watching grass grow when they are in a bigger headspace- everything was excused when they were in a baby headspace!

“Nananan…” a bubbly voice burst through the room, and Ena perked up at hearing it. Right at the door frame stood Mizuki, hands holding a regressed Mafuyu’s hands as she led them into the living room to join the other two, “Hallo!”

“Hi, Mizu.” The brunette beamed, reaching out with grabby hands to hold the pinkette’s hand while Mafuyu settled beside Kanade cuddling up to her, “Mafu is baby?”

“Yesh! Me too!”

“Oh.” She frowned in response, tapping on her chin twice before asking, “But if Nanana is baby, and Mizu is baby… and Mafu and Kana then-“

Gasp!

“Who’s gonna be mommy?!” 

“I…” Mizuki’s hand flew to her mouth before letting out a delayed gasp, “I dun know!”

“Wait how old is Mizu?” Ena asked, letting go of Kanade to crawl closer to Mizuki, “Show Ananana, I’m this mush!”

And up she put five fingers, making sure to count them under her breath before nodding at Mizuki, “Enanana ish- five!”

Noticing the big number! Mizuki frowned for a second before letting on an evil baby smile. She was definitely way smaller, but Enanana didn’t have to know that- shhh! “Well I’m bigger, so I should be mama!”

“How old ish you even…”

“Uhm.” The pinkette squeaked, not expecting the question before bringing up her hand to start counting on her fingers, “One… two… free… fo- six.”

“That’s! That’s four stewpid! Is not big!”

“I’m not stupid!” Mizuki whined, kicking her feet before pouting, “Meanie! ‘m gonna tell mama…”

“There’s no mama.” The brunette frowned, crossing her arms as her toddler tantrum kicked in before she huffed angrily, “Enananana mama.”

“You- is baby!” The younger girl argued back, before sighing as she crawled closer to cuddle Mafuyu who only looked at her, offered her her paci, popped it right back in her mouth, and continued watching the squishy. “We all are baby…”

“Hm trues.” Ena nodded getting closer to Kanade, wanting to be nearer to the bunch as they all watched Kanade’s squishy rise slowly. And right before they all got too distracted watching it, she perked up again. “What should we do…”

Mizuki tapped her chin twice in a thinking motion before she jumped up, “Call Honamama!”

“Ah! Mizu is sho smart!!” The brunette gasped, starting to clap happily at the idea, which caused both the regressed Kanade and Mafuyu to clap along- just wanting to be included!

“Duh! Of course, I’m smart! I’m magic girl!” 

“You are!” Ena giggled, reaching for her phone while still clearly struggling to have it open. She had weaker motor skills when regressed, and this was making her feel smaller in her headspace but she insisted on getting it done so Honami could come over and care for them.

Clumsily she wrote:

Ena 5:29pm

we baby. Come pls

And she pressed sent, sighing before stretching her arms up like a kitty and cuddling up to Mizuki. “Mizu… want sleep.”

“Okie! I’ll watch Kana and Mafu!”

Ena nodded sleepily, snuggling into the other girl before letting sleep come by, feeling safe in knowing that Honami was gonna be there soon to care for them all!

A/N: my first experimental Drabble!!! Thank u ash for letting me experiment with ur hc hehe! (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡ This was rlly fun to write I might make more soon cause it’s like writing an ao3 fic minus the ao3 fic curse…૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა

Credit for the enananana hc is! @agere-ena I lob the hc that none of them- including her! Can pronounce her name it’s so cute ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა

[impish-baby]

Platonic yandere "friend" group...they're essentially bullies but they're just nice enough to keep you wondering if maybe you're just being sensitive when they're mean (maybe they're like stereotypical popular kids and you're a bit of an outcast..)

Sorry, they'd invite you to go with to the mall but they kinda wanted it to be just them :((

You can totally come hang out at Hannah's after though!! :D You're not upset, right? You understand? Giving you a playful nudge that's a little too rough.. (snickering about it when you're gone, how can someone be so naive? It's funny)

Getting mad when you start turning them down instead, who do you think you are? Seriously? What makes you think you can say no when they're so graciously willing to spend time and money on you?

They don't buy your lame ass excuses, you're a horrible liar. You're hanging out with some other dweeb over them. Over them. After they've done so much for you!

It's ridiculous, really. You think you aren't their friend? Stammering and fidgeting all pathetic as you try to stick up for yourself, yeah ok. They'll show you just how kind they where being, you can learn how good you had it before you decided to be a brat

[miloscozycorner]

hiya! idk if you write for agatha, so just ignore this if you dont!

if you do then yay!! would u do hcs of agatha being a carer for a baby regressor reader? thanks! have a good day!

I do write for Agatha! I love her :’) sadly I haven’t watched Agatha All Along yet, but I have lots of friends who are bugging me to! Gotta get on that.. anyhow, enjoy! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

- Loves to show off her magic to impress you! Agatha learns lots of different magic tricks just to show off. Doesn’t even matter if it’s real magic or not- you’ll always be impressed.

- Buys lots of purple things for you- she thinks it’s adorable for you to match with her. Purple sippy cups, pacis, anything.

- Even though you’re usually too tiny to maintain a conversation, she loves to go along with it. You’ll babble about something and she’ll nod enthusiastically. “You’re so right, baby!”

- Playtime with Señor Scratchy is a must. Lots of pets and cuddles with him, and you hold him if you’re very gentle :3

- Very protective- doesn’t really like when her baby does too much exploring. She’d much rather keep you bundled up and safe with her >:p

- Constant affection! She’s super clingy so she’s always holding you, wanting to cuddle, all of it. “Why don’t you give mama a hug?”

- Just very soft in general. Coos to you, calls you silly petnames. No matter how scary she is to anyone else, you’re her baby :’3!

[beaistiny]

regressor gojo who forced himself to stop regressing when geto left bc he didnt want to regress if geto wasnt there to care for him ):

[agerefandomrambles]

House plays doctor while little. But it's like

House: looking at stuffie and very seriously pulling the pretend stethoscope away. "I'm afraid you have a rare form of bone cancer. It's terminal and untreatable :(

Wilson: waves a magic wand. "Oh look at that (insert stuffies name here (probably one of the duckling)) is healed!"

House: "That's NOT how this works!" Throws a tantrum.

[the-universal-sun]

To get into the Halloween spirit:

If Stan is little during Summerween, Ford will take him trick-r-treating. Stan gets nervous, he doesn’t want all these people to know about it. But Ford assures him that nobody will find out. Since it’s Gravity Falls, nobody really bats an eye at anything that’s out of the norm, plus it’s summerween? Who wouldn’t want to go door to door for free candy? Ford helps Lee with his costume, he’s dressed as a swash-buckling Pirate. Stan makes Ford dress up, he didn’t want to be the only one wearing a costume, then people might look at him funny and then they might know and make fun of him and hate him. Ford helps him out of his spiral by reluctantly wearing an old coat and messing up his hair, going as a “Mad Scientist”.

(“Put those puppy dog eyes away, Lee, I will not wear a costume.” “…” “Fine! Put don’t expect anything elaborate!”)

It’s worth it for the bubbling excitement and bouncing exuberance he sees in his Lee, his smile is contagious, and Ford finds himself grinning all throughout the night, even when he has to remind Lee to say his “please” and “thank you’s”, or at least to say/do something as close as he can to that. Lee doesn’t speak much when regressed, but on top of that he’s also incredibly shy around other people, so most of the time, he shyly nods and gives a small smile. The towns folk don’t really question or say anything, Stan’s the town hero, he can probably get away with murder at this point.

Ford would say he makes Lee hold his hand when they walk from house to house, but he does that all on his own; Ford is like his safety blanket.

Stan is so happy, he basically skips from house to house, swinging Ford’s hands back and forth, happy little hums coming from his mouth. He was really nervous earlier, but now he can’t even think of why! This was so much fun! He got free candy, his big brother is dressed up with him, and nobody found out that he sometimes isn’t grown up! He can’t wait to do it again!

Afterwards, Ford lets Lee eat more candy than usual, it’s a holiday, so he deserves a treat. But not too much, he doesn’t want his brother, big or little, to have a stomach ache the next day.

Lee was so excited to dig through his candy piles when they got back to their room at the shack, but with all the energy he expended that night, he fell asleep half way through sorting his hard candies. Ford drags him onto his orthopedic pillow, puts a fluffy pillow under his head, and tuck him in with his favorite blanket (it has anchors and boats on it), Shanklin 2, and Poindexter. He finishes sorting the candy and settles back with his journal, drawing his favorite memories of his little Lee from the night. He falls asleep half way through a picture of his brother posing with his plastic sword, the excitement of the night also catching up to him