#also shout out if you like sonic and are also a regressor!

[rabbitregression]

movie sonic is so regressor coded. he never got to have a proper childhood and he's constantly in danger, i just want more of sonic just being a kid! playing with his friends and being safe and happy! like at the end of sonic 2. give me more kid regressor sonic content!!!

[thorin-baby-bear]

Can I request a doctor who avere fic, where reader is a reggresor and regressed in the tardis while the doctor is working in the console and reader wanders I'm and just stares at him wrapped in a blanket. The doctor asks what's wrong but reader cant talk well and just goes up to him and hugs him , eventually he figures it out that readers a regressor and alit if fluff happens.

I was picturing this as 10th Doctor in my head, but it can really be read as any lol

A Good Day

A Doctor Who agere fic :)

Tags: little!reader, gn!reader, cg!doctor, masc!doctor

“Come on girl, don’t go out on me now.” The Doctor muttered, banging on the TARDIS controls with a rubber mallet. You watched from the stairs, enraptured as sparks flew and both the TARDIS and the Doctor began to make increasingly indignant noises as they battled. The air was colder up here than it had been in your room, and you drew the blanket you were wearing tighter, wrapping yourself almost in a cocoon as you began to stumble up the stairs. The Doctor turned and watched you walk towards him with a grin on his face. “Ah, y/n, great timing! Flip that switch would you?” He called with a wave. 

You stopped next to him, staring up and blinking almost owlishly as he continued to hit the controls. “I said, flip that switch would you?” The Doctor repeated, now having to shout over the TARDIS’s din. You simply plopped down, your thumb moving determinedly up to your mouth and your eyes never leaving his face. Maybe it was that he was tired, or maybe he was just too distracted by the TARDIS, but for whatever reason the Doctor could not pick up on the fact that you were regressed. It could also very possibly have been the fact that you never told him, but the other two seemed much more reasonable in the moment. The Doctor squinted down at you in confusion before reaching over to flip the switch and shouting in triumph as the previous noise was replaced by the gentle, natural whooshing of the TARDIS. Then he turned back down to you, frowning as you stared up at him and sucked your thumb. 

“Now,” he mused, “what do we have here?” 

Kneeling down, he pulled out his sonic screwdriver and flashed it over you, raising an amused eyebrow at your little giggles. He looked at the results with wide eyes and made a little surprised face. “Ohhhhhh, that– that actually makes a lot of sense.” He said, thinking back to all the toys you had bought on your trips. You looked down, wiggling a bit under the Doctor’s watchful eye and covering your face with your hair. The Doctor smiled, sitting down next to you with a sigh. 

“Floor’s not very comfortable, is it?” He whispered, leaning over to you conspiratorially and brushing your hair out of your face. You hesitated before shaking your head. The Doctor nodded in understanding. “Pretty cold too.” You made a little whine of agreement, and the Doctor ruffled your hair. You both sat there for a moment, quietly listening to the TARDIS as the floor rumbled beneath you. 

“Wanna get up?” 

You nodded vigorously and the Doctor laughed, standing up and lifting you into his arms. You giggled, wrapping your arms around the Doctor’s neck as he spun you both in a circle. He walked you around the circle, occasionally bouncing you or tossing you up in the air (a demonstration of strength you didn’t know he had) and grinning at your squeals of delight as he caught you, but always being very cautious to see what you didn’t like. After a while of this your stomach started to growl and the Doctor patted you on the back, heading towards the stairs as you grumbled about the end of your game. “I know, but you can’t play on an empty stomach.” He said. You nodded begrudgingly and to the kitchen you went.

The Doctor set you down gently in a chair before heading over to the pantry and beginning to search through it. Funny, you never even knew the TARDIS had a kitchen. “Y/n,” the Doctor called, snapping you from your thoughts, “gold fish?” 

You nodded again, making grabby hands towards the Doctor as he poured you a bowl of the crackers. “I’ll make you a real meal later, but this’ll do for now, yeah?” He set the snack down in front of you along with a plate full of grapes. You smiled up at him before digging in, too taken by the snack to see the Doctor watching you almost sadly. He sat down in the chair next to you and put an arm around your shoulder. 

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice.” He murmured. 

You made a quiet noise and nuzzled into his arm before continuing to eat your snack. The Doctor smiled. There would be time for questions and brooding later. Right now he had a little to give his attention to, and you were definitely going to need it. 

The rest of the day was spent with games, trying to make the TARDIS show cartoons on her screens and more games (The Doctor’s games were always the best, new  and exciting and full of adventure). He even helped you turn the bottom of the control room into a blanket cave, with lots of comfy places to lay down and read and rest after a long day, and it was in this blanket cave that you ended your day, curled up against the Doctor as he read from an old children’s book he had found in the library. His voice carried soothingly throughout the room with a comforting tone that made you feel safe and warm, and he never failed to make you laugh with his voices. 

In the end, the TARDIS screens lit up with children’s movies (somehow it seemed to know all of your favorites) and quiet music drifted through the air as you unwound and sprawled out on the blankets. “Not too bad of a day, hmm?” The Doctor said, smiling down at you. You nodded, your thumb in your mouth and your blankie pulled up to your chin. The Doctor sighed happily and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “Not bad at all.”