#as always my regression writing includes sleep

[doe-eyed-dreamr]

hi!! would you be able to do a fic of snufkin taking care of a sick regressor? if you could make the regressor aged 3-4 that would be great!! tysm!!!!!!

Of course! I'm so sorry this took so long, I was actually feeling pretty unwell myself so I was struggling to get any writing done. I also have emetophobia so I had to be a little vague with the illness I hope that's okay ʕ`•̥ᴥ•̥`ʔ

I really like how this came out though and I hope you do too! <3

Snufkin Cares for Sick Little Reader <3

It's been a long couple of days. You figured you were safe from sickness as the weather warmed, but unfortunately the Valley had other ideas. Stuck in bed while the others went off to play and seek adventure had you grumbly and moodier than usual.

It just wasn't fair! How come you are the only one who can't get their limbs to cooperate when you try to get up and walk around? And that was without mentioning the fever and icky tummy.

But Moomin has promised today will be different. He and the others have gone into the woodland to find a rare plant Moominmama spied in Granny's notes that will hopefully bring your temperature down and give you a little more energy.

Snufkin had volunteered to stay back and take care of you. When asked if he was sure (he did have the best eye for plants among the group after all), he pointed them in the direction of the Hemulen (who's eye was even better than his when it came to flora and fauna) and said he was needed more by your side today.

You hadn't known what he meant by that until you felt it. That telltale fuzzy feeling in the back of your mind.

Everything is just so hard right now. You're tired and achy and nothing feels good to eat and all you want to do is cry and stomp your feet.

You're regressing.

It shouldn't be a surprise - days of feeling icky and not being able to play with your friends? A recipe for disaster. Luckily, Snufkin had noticed and appointed himself caregiver for the day.

"It's okay to let go." He says, eyes tilted towards the sky as you both lay out on the grass, cushions from Moominmama propping you up and keeping you comfortable while the gentle breeze attempts to wash your fever away. "I'm here. I've got you."

You feel the tears well up as soon as he finishes speaking. Any resistance you might've felt melts away and you allow yourself to feel miserable in the only way a toddler knows how. You let the tears fall with a whimper and soon you're cradled against a soft green coat, rocking in a soothing motion while you wail.

"I know, I know little one." Snufkin coos. "You've been so brave, haven't you? I know it hurts but I just know you'll feel better soon."

He places a small kiss against your head, and keeps talking when the tears slow.

"And when you do, we'll go on as many adventures as you'd like. To the beach, to the woods, even soaring through the sky. Anything you can dream up, angel."

"Da others be there?" You question, one hand rubbing at your eyes and the other clutching at Snufkin's coat as if scared he might disappear.

Snufkin chuckles and takes over wiping away your tears, much gentler than you yourself had been. He produces a pacifier from his pocket and clips it to your own clothes, giving you the comfort of knowing it's there without pressuring you to use it if you aren't quite feeling young enough.

"Yes, the others will be back as soon as they can be. And you know they love to play with you, whatever age you feel on the inside. I bet each of them has an idea for an adventure, we can ask them later if you'd like?"

You nod quickly, then pout when your head hurts at the motion.

"Owie."

Snufkin kisses your forehead with sympathetic eyes.

"I know, sweet one. Do you think you could manage some soup? I made some earlier and it might help hydrate you more than water. I'd hope it'd be tastier too." He adds, noting your scrunched nose at the mention of water. It feels like all you've been doing these past days is drinking water.

You nod slowly, hoping the food goes down well this time. If Snufkin says it's a good idea, you're going to believe him.

You didn't, however, factor in the fact your friend would have to get up to fetch the food.

A whine passes your lips and you cling on even tighter to his coat.

"Nuh uh! Snuf'in stay!" You protest. Snufkin hushes you, stroking your hair till you calm a little.

"Easy, sweetheart." He coos again. "I'll be right back. Count to ten for me, okay?"

You do so reluctantly, counting between shaky breathes the longer Snufkin is away from you. He smiles encouragingly as he emerges from his tent, large flask in hand.

"There." He says, plopping back beside you before you've even reached the number ten. "I'm so proud of you, little one. I know that was hard."

You get another kiss to your head for your efforts and you can't help the smile that overtakes you. Snukin is proud of you!

"There's that sweet smile." Snufkin says, smiling back as he opens the lid of the flask and pours some soup into it. "Now, I'm going to hold this, just sip carefully okay? And we'll see how you feel once you've tried some."

The task sounds simple enough, and you nod your head with determination. Snufkin boops your nose, and then lifts the soup to your mouth for you to take the first sip.

It's DELICIOUS.

Your eyes widen and Snufkin pulls the lid back as you attempt to gulp all of it down at once.

"Ah ah, not so fast." He says. "I'm glad you like it, but you have to take it easy at first, okay?"

You pout, but nod. Snufkin giggles.

"Okay." He says, bringing the soup to your mouth again.

You sip much more slowly this time, basking in the warmth of the food and the ache in your head fading into the background.

When you can't drink anymore, Snufkin closes the flask and rolls it away from you both, pulling you in to snuggle against him again.

"Now. I think a nap is in order, then by the time you wake up the others should be here to help you feel all better. How's that sound?"

At your clear hesitation, Snufkin continues.

"We can take a nap right here beneath the sky. Together."

You smile and hum in confirmation, allowing Snufkin to lower you both onto the cushions. He tucks your head under his chin, curling into one another, and begins to hum.

The tune isn't a familar one, most likely taking inspiration from the wind, the rustling leaves, the bubble of the stream not so far away.

It sounds like home, and you allow yourself to drift, knowing you are safe, and you are loved.

[impish-baby]

Aaahshsn hii.,. Kinda nervous sendin in an ask for the first time, but do ya think you could write somethin with yandere younger sibling(s) & a shy/nervous older sibling reader? (Agere) I dunno if you've done anythin like this before so I'm sorry if ya have.,, I love your writin a lot though and I would be real grateful if ya even just read this 🫶

I read this as older sib being shy/embarrassed about regressing.. apologies if you wanted something else!

The last thing you wanted to see after coming home from school was that your little brother had gone through your room, least of all what he got his grubby little mitts on.

Neatly laid out on your bed is all the gear you had hidden away in the bottom of your dresser, including your pacifier.

Mortified doesn't even begin to describe how you feel.

"How was class?" Carter swivels nonchalantly in your desk chair, a smug look on his face. "That professor an ass like usual?"

You can't even scold the younger boy for his language, too focused on thinking about how you're going to explain yourself in a way that's believable.

"Are you done gaping like a fish?" He gets up, waving a hand in front of your face with a pout. "You know, I should really tell mom you've been lying, I'm willing to hear you out first though."

Lying?

"You haven't been honest with any of us," Carter crosses his arms over his chest, sulking. "A lie by ommission is still a lie, that's bad, you know? But I'm such a kind little brother that I haven't tattled yet, you have a chance to tell the truth."

The explanation you try to give is clumsy, babbling on that the items actually belong to a friend, that you're just holding onto them-

"Yeah, right." The boy scoffs, rolling his eyes. "I'm not stupid, you don't even have that many friends to begin with." Always a brat, huh? "Come on, why won't you just admit it? I'm not making fun of you, I just want to know what's going on with my big sibling."

It's embarrassing, humiliating. You wouldn't have come home if you knew that you'd be confronted like this, a nice ditch would look pretty comfortable right now.

You eventually get the words out, your cheeks sweltering as you tell him that it's just a dumb thing you do sometimes to help with stress.

"Oh, I know what it is." He hums, a smirk settling on his lips. "I just wanted to hear you say it." Carter grasps your hand, pulling you over to sit with him on the bed. "Why are your things so boring though? Our baby stuff was always cute.."

Strangling him isn't out of the question yet, or you could smother him in his sleep with a pillow.

"Dad will buy you whatever you want, I don't get why you're so cagey-" Carter grunts when you snatch the paci he had picked up out of his hands, looking highly offended. "Rude, I'm just saying you're making this into a bigger deal than it is. Nothing should be worth lying to us over."

You sigh, leaning back against the pillows, which is apparently an invitation to cuddle. He curls up against your side, arms wrapping around you like a vice. "I'm serious.. no one is gonna judge, we just want to make sure you're taken care of."

There's something weird in his voice when he says that, but like everything else apparently you must be overthinking it.

"Please, bubs? I love you, I want to spend time together even if you're little. I can be a good big bro, I'll prove it!"

[the-universal-sun]

Can we get some lil Ford hcs? This is my second time asking very politely and as a fren for smthn ik :3

Yes of course I can do more regressed Ford! I love him so much! He’s just such a little guy, you know? He needs so much love, and by golly I’ll make sure he gets it!

( @yourfavoritecuntist)

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-I mentioned this before, but when regressed, he’s down to around the range of 6-10, sometimes a little younger if he needs it

-He stubborn at times, especially if he’s working on a project, so he’ll refuse to accept that maybe he needs some Little Time. He’s short tempered and grouchy, and it’s not until he’s sobbing and on the verge of a melt down because the milk spilled a little on the counter that he admits that maybe he needs to regress for a little bit

-If Stan’s his caretaker, he’ll get Ford those math practice workbooks, which Ford can still do easily when regressed. He just likes the simplicity of it, plus he doesn’t like to do how’s advanced equations when he’s feeling little.

-Sometimes he’ll ask Stan to time him on a page to see how fast he can complete it. Stan doesn’t check his work because he knows Ford got the problems right, but he makes a sure of it, writing a “100” at the top of the page and putting a sticker on it. Ford’s always so happy when that happens

-If Fiddleford is his caretaker, he’ll write down pages of math problems himself, making sure to stay within the realm of what a child could feasibly solve, he’d hate to accidentally take Ford out of his regression by including advanced calculus (this has happened)

-Fidds does actually check over Ford’s work, of course he got them all right, and will give Ford a fancy jelly bean for getting them all right. It used to be a jelly bean per right answer, but Ford would get too hyper after all that candy and wouldn’t go down for a nap, meaning Fidds had a cranky and tired little with a sugar high to deal with. That was a lesson learned quickly

-Ford calls Stan his “Buddy” because Stan is Ford’s buddy! It’s also a casual and affectionate way to refer to a family member back when they were growing up. Stan will teasingly call Ford “Buddy” back sometimes too, and Ford loves it! Him and Stan are Buddies!

-Fidds is just “F” but in that long drawn out way kids will sometimes do. Like “eeeefffffff” you know? Fidds thinks it’s hilarious that he does that, which means Ford keeps doing it just because he’s getting praised by doing it

-Ford has Dr Mittens, his polydactyl cat thag Stan lovingly hand stitched for him, but Stan’s also got him a couple of other plushies, just so he has his choice: Dr Mittens, an Octopus, a BigFoot, and a Mothman. Dr Mittens is, of course, his favorite, but he’ll sleep with all four on the occasion, he loves a plushy pile

-I’ve mentioned this before, by little Ford is hyper and energetic, he’ll run around and talk for hours on end until he crashes during nap time. It’s even worse if he’s had sugar, which doubles his energy and somehow the speed of his talking. His jelly bean intake is strictly limited when little

-I like to head cannon that Ford hates his vegetables. Sometimes the texture is off for him, sometimes it’s the flavor, and sometimes it’s the smell. But Stan and Fidds can get him to eat them about 60% of the time. Stan because he grew up with Ford, he knows how to cook and season them so the smell, flavor, and texture agree with him enough to stomach it. Fiddleford because he has a picky 6 year old, so he’s learned the tricks to getting a fussy little one to eat his leafy greens

-He has a weighted blanket with different constellations printed on the fabric. He needs lots of pressure, so it’s about a 50 pounder

-He has a designated spot for naps and this can’t nap anywhere else, and trust him, he’s tried. His body will not let him physically nap until he’s in his cozy fort in the corner of his room, filled with pillows and soft blankets. Dr Mittens has to be in his arms with his own blanket so he can nap, too

-He needs more than parallel play, he almost always to be actively involved in playing if someone’s there and doing an activity near him. If Dipper’s playing DDMD, Ford is right there with him, if Mabel and Dipper are playing a board game, so is Ford. Stan’s dealing out cards for everybody? Deal some out for Ford, please. He likes playing with others, having people to talk to without judgement and bullying, something he didn’t get a lot of in his youth. And of course he’s more than welcome to play, nobody is going to judge him for being little, Stan’s his caretaker, the twins love their Grunkle and love playing with him, Wendy’s just that chill, and Soos is writing fanfiction based off of these interactions. The warm and ready acceptance makes Ford feel so warm and fuzzy inside

-Sometimes he has bad days, where noises and feelings, and memories, and textures are too much for him, but his family will be right there with him, soothing and easing him, trying their best to keep him calm and even. Even if he has a meltdown or a tantrum, no one’s getting mad at him. He’ll be calmed and wrapped up with a fuzzy blanket underneath his weighted blanket, the light turned low and Stan or Fidds right there with him, so he knows he’s not alone or in trouble

-He’s so soft when Little, so happy and free, just a cute little who needs so much love and a little patience. And he gets more than enough love and a whole lot of patience. He’s just so loved that sometimes he’ll cry from the good, but overwhelming feelings

-He’s just so happy :,)

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DUDE!! it was definitely brilliant and I loved it so much, thank you for writing it and indulging me!! would I be okay to be cheeky and ask for another one with little gihun and cg inho but this time away from the games? I wonder what life would look like for them away from it, the domestics, the softness , I could definitely see baby gihun asking to be picked up every five seconds, crying in fear of being abandoned if inho set him down or left him to do something really quick, or constantly cuddling inho like a koala but inho never minds it because he loves his baby haha (sorry this is long but I just love your content so much:))

:D XD THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH!!!! I didn't know that people genuinely liked my stuff this much! I'm so so happy of course you can have more!!

Domestic regressor Gi-Hun and Caregiver In-Ho headcanons!!!

I feel like In-Ho would get the title "Pa" from Gi-Hun. This would have been found out when he was tucking his little one to bed, and Gi-Hun was just so sleepy that it slipped out, and then right after fell asleep. In-Ho isn't the most expressive when it comes to his face, but the look of shock on his face lasted for several minutes.

To no one's surprise, Gi-Hun is super clingy! He'll always whine when In-Ho has to leave the room for something, and will constantly have a hand on his carer's sleeve or holding his hand. In-Ho is more than happy to provide as much care as Gi-Hun needs.

Extending on that, Gi-Hun loves being on In-Ho's lap. He will stay there when it's time for food, when they are watching something, nap time, or just simply talking. He finds that it's the closest way that he can be with In-Ho. He usually has his head rested of tho other's shoulder, and his arms around his waist.

About feeding time, Gi-Hun isn't the biggest fan. Yes, he loves food, but only small bits. When he's small, he only really eats snacks. But he still needs a proper meal, and that's when he doesn't want to. In-Ho makes sure to be as gentle as he can be with his voice, and to be patient with his little, knowing that everyone has their struggles.

Gi-Hun is really sensitive. I've made sure to include that, because not all of his regressions are as nice and light as these. There can be other times that when he enters the door to their shared home after a long shift at work, he's really annoyed. There will be small comments, mumbling complaints under his breath, and if In-Ho even offers to help him wind down, his partner might raise his voice at him. It's only about time before he bursts.

Gi-Hun's regressions can get pretty bad. There have been times where he has broken stuff on purpose, screamed till his voice was hoarse, and worst of all was hit his carer. In-Ho wasnt even mad at him, he just felt so hurt in the heart when he saw Gi-Hun like this. He knew that he would get tired eventually, and then they can both talk about it when he is big again.

On a more nicer note, something that In-Ho does to get his little one to sleep is to hum. He doesn't do it often, but when Gi-Hun really can't get to bed and fall asleep, his carer will start to hum him a lullaby, and stroke his hair. Gi-Hun is out line a light.

Sorry that some of the headcanons took a dark turn, but they just felt right to me. Once again THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!! I probably sound like I'm asking for more but I'm just really really humble. I didnt expect to be seen in such a big community!

IN GONNA SKIN SOMEONE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH SOMEONE FREE ME FROM MY CAAAAAGEEEE!!!!!

(also it's fine that you called me dude X] )

[cupidspup]

kitten regressor Alastor from Hazbin Hotel headcanon? Do you do moodboards too? If not that’s fine but I would also like a moodboard on the same subject with gothic cat items and gothic Lolita aesthetic with a gothic teacup with red tea if at all possible.If you are uncomfortable with the moodboard request it’s ok. Please, I know this is an incredibly weird headcanon but… ps: you don’t have to include any bones/skulls/blood/gore ect. if that makes you uncomfortable. If all of this makes you uncomfortable, feel free to ignore it.

Hello! I'd be more than happy to make a headcanon list for you! I will say first that I don't do moodboards or anything like that :") this is an agere fanfic account so anything under the writing category is more than welcome! ^^ (it's also my first time doing this too so I hope you like it!!૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა)

Kitten Regressor! Alastor Headcanons!

Ft. Auntie Rosie!! :D

🐾 Kitty alastor is definitely the temperamental type. He will refuse to interact with you if he doesn't get to know you first and will only interact if he comes up to you first.

❤️ Little Alastor is also extremely picky on who gets to touch/pet him. His cg or Auntie Rosie are the ONLY ones allowed to touch him, especially without asking.

📻 He isn't into playing in the typical way you'd think he'd do. He's the kind where he'll "hide and stalk" whatever he deems as his "prey" and attack it when he feels ready! He's a lil kitty hunter!

🐾 Because he's a cannibal it can be a bit difficult to get him to eat foods especially the stuff he's usually used to. BUT, Auntie Rosie always has some snacks handy! Just a pinky finger or two maybe x]

❤️ If it's naptime, Alastor will ONLY allow himself to be tucked in and put down for sleep if you cuddle up, hold him and pet him until he's snoozing away (his cg is NOT allowed to move until he's awake again)

📻 When Alastor is upset he's not the crying type, he lashes out and isolates. He can be a lil violent that's because he doesn't know how else to express himself when he's so deep in kittyspace! Give him time/patience. All he needs is love and safe space ❤️

🐾Not necessarily a kitty alastor headcanon but I like to think he'd play with his shadow self when he's alone! He's not fond of many people in that headspace so why not? ^^

❤️ Alastor isn't a fan of pacifiers when he's regressed BUT he does like chew toys like teethers! Especially the ones with liquid in them! The only issue is getting some that his pointy teefies won't puncture :"]

📻 Kitty Alastor doesn't like talking much BUT his personality is very similar to how the Cheshire cat would act! (And he absolutely loves watching Alice in Wonderland for that exact reason too! But only on vhs)

🐾 He absolutely does make muffins but only if no one is looking

❤️ He loves to play dress up with his Auntie Rosie! She'll play his favorite music on the radio and talk to him for hours and hours while dressing him up in a outfit she "just had to see him in"

📻 Alastor has a hard time expressing himself and saying "I love you" more than anything so! How does he get around this? A slow double blink and a soft head but to show he loves his cg❤️

A/N: Weeee!! I hope you liked it! This was my first time and I really had to sit and think about this one but I had fun! ^^ I hope this is up to your standards and I hope I get more writing requests soon! Stay safe everyone!!🩷

-Love, Kyupie˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

[queer-scots-geordie-dyke]

"That spring in 1971 I was in second grade high school. Suddenly, politics or what we thought was politics, stopped being so boring. In a delayed, faint echo of the 1968 movement in the West, revolutionary ideas were making their way towards our forgotten little corner of the world. Suddenly, every walk back home from school became slightly dangerous. People were gathering in the streets, shouting “We want democracy” and “Stop totalitarianism!” and “We want reforms” and “Liberty for all political prisoners.” Every day there were fights in the streets of Zagreb, with the police brutally attacking protesting students.

At home my parents were contemplating signing petitions for the liberation of dissident writers imprisoned because of their political views. Since they had been imprisoned themselves by the Communist regime, they were always very cautious about any protest. “Stay away from politics,” was their main advice. Before the events of 1971 there was no need for that advice since I didn’t have any interest in politics anyway. Who cared about those boring Communist politicians, all in their ill-fitting grey suits, indistinguishable one from the other, talking in a language that put you to sleep as soon as you heard it!

But all at once and without warning, everything changed. What was happening in the streets was real and exciting. I desperately wanted to be a part of it. We, the kids, were, of course, automatically and unquestionably, on the side of the protesters. We were, of course, against the police who were beating the demonstrating students. We were, of course, against totalitarianism and pro democracy. There were no dilemmas. We were all for freedom.

But things in the Balkans are never black and white. As they aren’t anywhere in the world, we would learn later.

The pro-democracy protests included another element that wasn’t too obvious to a second-grade high school student. Not only were the students requesting democratic reforms; they were also questioning the federal structure of Yugoslavia, asking for more autonomy for each republic, in this case Croatia. I went to a student meeting, my cheeks burning with newly-discovered political passion. I was puzzled when I realized that the meeting was being held in a Catholic church and that one of the speakers was a Catholic priest. Hm….

Since the beginning of my life I had listened to passionate anti-religious rants at home. My mother would get physically sick inside churches; my father was an outspoken communist who loved to quote Marx’s sentence about religion being the opium of the people; my grandmother thanked the priest who chased her away from the Church, thus saving her life. So now, wanting to join the exciting political movement, I was suddenly faced with the other constituting element of that movement: religion. And, yet another one: nation. I didn’t know anything about either. As for nationality: I was a Yugoslav. That’s what I would write in all my documents. Yes, we lived in the republic of Croatia, but I saw it as an administrative category, something to do with the general organization of the state of Yugoslavia. We did learn about the existence of different ethnicities at school, but I didn’t feel it affected me in any way. I saw any discussion about nationality as something regressive and belonging to the uneducated peasant masses.

We were taught (and I was totally buying it) that our society had triumphed over all those destructive forces from the past, forces that had killed millions of people in the last war, that had set up concentration camps and slaughtered children in the name of ethnic purity. Who would ever want to go back to those “dark times?” It turned out: almost everybody.

At that students’ meeting in the church there was no discussion of freedom and democratic reforms. To my absolute horror, I heard students singing songs from the Second World War, songs sung by the Ustashas, the Croatian Fascists who had killed my Jewish grandfather. “Zovi, samo zovi” (“Call us”) was a battle song of the Ustashas. Why were these exciting young people with glowing eyes singing it? I couldn’t understand it. I ran out of the church, scared."

- Mira Furlan, Love Me More Than Anything In the World

[thalialunacy]

[for @calaisreno 's May Shenanigans. i am apparently writing like an actual serial story here? don't ask me, i have no idea]

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You may have to come rescue us from the zoo.

Sherlock sees him texting and makes an angry noise, re-crossing his arms like it's going to underscore his point. 'Absolutely not, I am not accepting Mycroft's assistance.'

'Well,' John says, stuffing his free hand in his pocket and rocking back on his heels. 'That's handy, because I texted Greg.'

Who must be bored at the Yard, because he answers straight away. Hang on, are you at the zoo or

Only until the bobbies get here, John replies with a tilt of his lips.

He should probably be more put off by current events, but no one's bleeding and Rosie is still enthralled by every thing she sees, so he's doing all right.

Omw

Cheers

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Rosie is two thousand percent done by the time they make it home, just absolutely toasted in every sense, including a bit of a sunburn. Good English stock, she clearly came from, John thinks as he smoothes some aloe on her little pink scrunched up face. Considering it's bloody March and the sun was barely even out.

'I know, bub, I know, just one-- There we are, that wasn't so bad, was it?' They're sat on the couch, Rosie on his lap and tucked into his arm. She shows her appreciation by pressing her sticky, snotty face into his shirt and rubbing her nose sleepily back and forth.

As her breathing evens out, John tries to resist the pull to succumb to sleep as well, but his body feels so heavy and the couch so familiar. And he doesn't have anywhere else to be, for once.

He'd been hoping, of course, that during Rosie's nap he could actually corner Sherlock and have an only mildly subtextual conversation about some things. A few things. Well, one thing.

John feels his neck get hot, thinking of Sherlock's face on their stairs last week. Trust Sherlock Holmes to be the only person to regress John to godawful teenage-style embarrassment. And then allow them to conveniently use that embarrassment to avoid any mention of the subject. John is sick of himself, and stretched under his skin with this new kind of wanting, and he had planned to take care of it tonight, on their rare genuine day off, with Rosie content and asleep.

But Sherlock is still at the station, surely arguing with Lestrade about something or other. John had fucked off as soon as he could: Greg has a soft spot for Rosie -- everyone who meets her does, obviously, and John's not biased at all, thanks -- but Lestrade is also a father, so he'd booted them out right quickly.

John makes a mental note, just before falling asleep, to buy him a pint soon.

---

When he wakes up, it's because a small plush tiger has been placed on his shoulder. 'What the--' he starts, but he gets shushed-- of course he does-- by Sherlock.

'No, don't move, you'll wake her.'

John grunts in protest, but obeys; it so happens that he doesn't really want to move, anyway. 'I presume this is a gift for her, not me.'

'Yes.' Sherlock has his hands clasped behind his back, a habit John hasn't seen in a while. 'Is it-- Sufficient? I know I should apologise for what happened today.'

John assesses his face, then sighs, grabbing the plush toy and re-settling it against Rosie's warmth. 'You can't always redeem yourself with a nice gesture.'

'Nonsense, I can't redeem myself with any gesture whatsoever. I'm giving this to her because I--' He stops. 'Have great affection for her.'

He ducks his chin, and John feels a surge of warmth in his chest. He rides it like courage. 'For her, eh?'

Sherlock's eyes snap to his. 'I don't--' His mouth closes without finishing. John waits, heart thumping. 'She is my god-daughter, afterall.'

John exhales, then gathers up his child and stands. 'She needs some attention--' (their code for nappy changing) '--Then we'll come down for some supper. Will you be joining us?'

Sherlock's eyes rove around his face, searching. 'I don't think--'

But before he can say what it is he doesn't think, there's a crash from downstairs.

TBC

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[ember-owlet]

Hi hi :]] I practically did a little happy dance seeing blue eye samurai in your fandom list !

It's super easy for me to see Mizu as a regressor due to various reasons, particularly involuntarily! (And they very much deserve to catch up on their childhood)

So I think the formal request would be a headcanon post ! 👀 it doesn't have to be specifically regressor Mizu if you don't see her in that light /gen :]

I'm just happy someone else in this little corner of agere internet shares one of my interests !! ✨️🌿

a/c : hello!! aaa i'm ecstatic to know that you also enjoy blue eye samurai with an agere lens! despite the show's brutality, there are some really good nuggets of baby content to be found. i'd be happy to write some regressor! mizu headcanons for you as its about time i wrote something for them. and don't worry, i see her in the same light as well! feel free to send me your own personal thoughts on the characters/show to discuss as i'm thrilled to be in this corner of the agere internet with you friend. enjoy the headcanons! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ disclaimer! i do use primarily feminine terms when referring to mizu (they/she), but i do acknowledge that there are many interpretations of pronouns/gender identities to refer to the character as, and i find them wonderful! /gen

dynamic: regressor! mizu

content warnings: mentions of vent regression due to trauma, physical/mental anguish, light mentions of gender dysphoria ((stay safe little firelights, you can always come back to this when you're ready))

mizu has always been a trauma regressor to me, especially due to their lack of dealing with their feelings head on. their body would have to nearly force them to stop and take a break from their revenge mission and focus on recovering.

the first time she regressed would be terrifying to her, the feeling of being so out of control and helpless would make her hide away to try to push herself out of it as fast as possible.

it would take an incredible amount of time and trust developed before she felt safe around someone to tell, let alone show such a vulnerable state.

the select characters that i could realistically see her regressing around would be sword father or ringo.

if she were to regress voluntarily it would be to have the childhood that she wished she could have, one where she wasn't forced to grow up as a boy and to ease her gender dysphoria with feminine items/clothing.

she would be a very independent kiddo, not wanting to rely on others in fear that she would be an inconvenience or she would be punished for wasting someone's time after being treated as a monster for so long. if she were honest she genuinely wouldn't know how to react to such affection.

that being said, she needs gentle reassurance when in a younger state with a caregiver that helps her along the way. adding fruit/vegetables to her meals to make sure its balanced or mending their clothes would never go unnoticed and greatly appreciated.

she'd be so used to the feeling of being in pain or nauseous that she'd have a hard time differentiating pain that should be attended to or not. therefore her caregiver would need to keep an eye on her and remind her that any and all pain is worth looking at/caring for.

as a sentimental person she'd want to keep things gifted to her and wear or use them as comfort items until they physically can't be repaired anymore.

some of her favorite gifts would include free flowing or baggy clothes that she can keep close to her person for comfort.

her main comfort item is her sword, and would not be able to go anywhere or sleep without it clutched to her side as it reminds her of home and is something that she can rely on to keep her safe.

an actually extremely feral regressor as well if given the chance to be her true self (/lh /pos). i could absolutely see them wanting to play outside and then coming back home caked in mud and bruises while having the time of their life.

let her be a goofy kid!! growing up so fast from situations out of her control that she'd long for days where she'd let herself have fun.

LOVES going to the beach/aquarium. a true ocean lover whose favorite activities involve being around or in large bodies of water.

play fighting is a love language! she would love to wrestle her playmates/caregivers to see who is the strongest. as a physically stronger regressor she'd need to learn the value of her strength and to not be too rough if she were to get too excited.

they can get easily frustrated with creative tasks, and would prefer specific instruction in order to feel useful. it would make them the best helper around.

would love to play a game where they are the hero for once. (being called a monster can wear someone down mentally and it would definitely make her day to be seen as the hero of the story).

she also requires a ton of quiet time to allow her mind and body to rest. would she ever do it herself willingly is another question for another day, but she'd reluctantly do it if asked of her with sufficient gentle praise and coaxing.

as touch starved as they are, i can't see her being the one to initiate contact with someone unless the moment takes over her softer side and she can't help but wrap her arms around them or gently nudge them with her body to tell them that she's there and cares for them.

from her caregiver or those that she considers close she would accept forms of physical affection but wouldn't be too vocal on how much it means to her.

she'd believe that she'd never be able to repay her caregiver for their kindness but will continually try to find little things throughout the day to show them how grateful she is.

oddly enough i could totally see her gifting a sword to her caregiver as it is something that she believes she's good at and would work tirelessly day and night to make sure it's perfect.

despite being in a younger mindset she can and still would mean business to anyone who dares mess with her caregiver. even a baby phoenix still has talons.

[v3nusxsky]

I'm back again, my love! It's another agere fic with r x Emily.

Idea: Being Emily's partner comes with a lot of stress. You're constantly worrying over her, wondering if she is alright or if she is going to make it home to you, the list goes on. With this stress, it often brings r nightmares of her losing Emily. One particular night, Emily being home as the BAU just finished a case, r ends up having a nightmare where Emily died (for real this time). R ends up waking Emily up in her sleep due to her crying and yelling out for Emily. Emily, as gently as she can, wakes r up stop the nightmare from continuing. As soon as r is up, emily noticed she had regressed. Her little fire fly is out and is a crying and sobbing mess. Emily goes into full comfort mode. Getting r's favorite stuffy, a llama, her binki, and a sippy just in case. R ends up slipping deeper than she ever had before, she couldn't really communicate between her sobs and tears. So, like the cg Emily is, she pulled r into her side, letting her rest her end in the crook of Emily's neck, and giving her a pacifier to chew on for r's (or her little fire flys) oral fixation. She holds r close, gently rocking them back and forth. One of Emily's hands hold r while the other runs her fingers through r's hair and whispers sweet nothing into her ear. Reassuring r that Emily is right there and nothing is going to happen. Emily isn't leaving and she'll always be there to protect r.

Darling, I hope this makes sense. Again, you can totally add or change the fic anyway you'd like! I love you, sweetheart ❤️

Fire Fly

*Authors note~momma Emily heals my heart honestly! More Agere to get back into the swing of writing and posting, feeling her insecure about posting again*

A/n p2~ thank you my love for this and including oral fixation. My heart is so happy

Trigger Warnings ~ little r age regression nightmares oral fixation

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

Dating an FBI agent sounds like fun and games until it's not. Sure at first the gun and badge is hot, he'll even the handcuffs make for a good time but becoming attached to them to have them leave at unpredictable times due to cases. To worry for their safety every time they went to work is truly heart breaking. You and Emily had made it through three years of this. Emily supporting you through everything you did in work and life. And you did the same for her.

About a year into your relationship, you regressed in front of her for the first time. There was no warning but while Emily was away there was a break-in at your place of work while you were on shift. This naturally triggered you into memories of your past which had caused your nightmares to return. This time tho the person who died wasn't your mother, no it was her. Your beautiful Emily. To be fair in her line of work it wasn't uncommon for Emily to be injured and even had to fake her death for seven months last year. You thought those nightmares had gone since her return. After all she was very clearly alive but tonight they seemed to return with a vengeance.

Despite falling asleep next to your lover because she was home from her last case on a rare chance that Hotch had gotten the clearance for a forty-eight hour recovery period, the nightmares continued. That's how you work Emily from her slumber. At first you would toss and turn and even jerk around slightly, then came the quiet tears trailing down your cheeks as you fought more with the sheets you had somehow wrapped yourself in. But what finally woke the agent was the loud sobs of her own name. "Em, no! Emily no please!" You sobbed out in a heartbreaking reaction to what your mind was showing you.Once awake she immediately began to trail her hand through your hair and the other rubbing gently slow circles on your back hoping to rouse you from your nightmare. Words of comfort and reassurance were murmured to you sweetly.

You awoke with a gasp, bolting upright in your as you fought with your lungs for air. "Angel?"your love whispered causing you to whip around to gave her and throw yourself into her arms. A sobbing and shaking mess as clung to her like your life depended on it. You hid your face into her neck, hindering your own attempts to steal some air but needing the comfort more than anything else. This action alone let Emily know your mental state had regressed into your little headspace. You always clung to her like this, a scared little child needing nothing more than some love and comfort. As always Emily could never deny you anything you needed, especially from her so she set about formulating a plan to care for her little love.

Immediately, Emily thanked her own thoughtfulness for placing your binki, beloved Lala and even your sippy cup with some juice ready for her to fill up the cup. Upon seeing Lala the llama you brought your hands up and opened and closed your fists in a silent question. You nuzzled into the multi coloured fluff in an attempt to self soothe yourself. Only to find out no matter how hard you tried to soothe yourself back to your normal headspace, you seemed to slip deeper into the peaceful fogginess. Tears shinning in your eyes as you wondered how you could communicate with Emily in such a little headspace. How would she know you didn't mean to slip this deep? That you were sorry for waking her? But like always she knew just what you needed her to do.

Your binki was given to you when she noticed you were chewing on your hands. Now of course she knew of your oral fixation, you actually discovered it by the amount of attention you showed her breasts and the fact being able to kiss nibble and suck them soothed you more than anything else. Then you noticed the other signs, chewing flannels or tassels of a hooded sweatshirt. You definitely had an oral fixation that much was clear. But what Emily didn't know was that her little fire fly had one too. Clearly the way you were chewing on the binki she'd gotten you as a surprise was clear.

Only when your body felt relaxed enough did she shift you to sit more comfortably in her lap, rocking you back and forth in a self soothing manner. The rhythmic pattern, her hands stroking through your hair and sucking and chewing on the binki was soothing you. Her whispers of love and reassurance helping guide you back into a peaceful slumber as you nuzzled into her neck. Your Emily, your mama was here and alive and it was all just a terrible dream. Falling asleep to the sound of her beating heart was just what you needed.

Word count~ 1197

[theadventuresofalittlebug]

Hiii can I ask what ur Hermitcraft headcannons areee

This ended up wayyyy longer than anticipated so here we go

This is a pretty open request so I’m just gonna list random headcanons. I’m also assuming you meant agere so thats what I’m going to do here.

Who I headcanon as a regressor kinda changes depending on what I’m writing, for example in my short fic Hanging Stars, Zed doesn’t know Tango regresses until s9, but I typically imagine they both regress and have known for a while.

I think Tango regresses from 3-5 normally, and at that age is quite active and excitable, he can’t sit still and prefers to run around rather than sit. The one exception is watching cartoons, he will be glued to the screen and can easily watch for hours, so he needs someone around to keep him from wasting the whole day staring at a screen. Occasionally though he will regress younger, more like 1-2, typically when he is tired. in that case he is more nervous and would rather sleep cuddled up with his caregivers than go on adventures.

As I covered in a different post (Here) Zed is a baby regressor, I already talked about it in that post.

In the context where most of the server is open about their regression I think Grian always builds a huge room in his base as a play room for the littles! It has tons of toys, a cozy blanket nest for naps, and a little kitchen always stocked with easy snacks!

In s7 Joe’s dog catcher business actually involved him putting a bunch of dog stuffies around the shopping district, after all of that he gave one to every hermit, little or not.

Grian has the biggest collection of stuffed animals ever seen. Most are birds, but he has many others including a toy sheriff from empires, a cod, several cats including a Jellie from Scar, a stuffed corgi from Joe, and a llama (Scar has a matching one) 

Keralis is a flip I haven’t really thought about how he’d be when little, he is the best babysitter when hes big

He would always use cute nicknames with whoever hes caring for eg: baby, little one, some cute play on their name

Always making sure that his little is safe, constantly telling them to be careful so they don’t get hurt

Loves making his littles laugh, he makes lots of silly jokes, his favorite being to pretend he doesn’t know something suuuper obvious, so the little can tell him the answer while giggling at how silly he is

Grian loves trains when hes little, he has a play mat with super detailed roads and houses on it that he likes to play trains on.

Pearl’s favorite thing to do when little is play pretend, she isn’t super used to having a cg I think so she probably prefers to go on adventures and get into trouble with her stuffed animals! 

I think Impulse is a cg for both Team ZITS and the Soup Group, Zed and Tango care for each other if they aren’t little themselves, as do Gem and Pearl

When Tango and Zed are both little Tango loves to be Zed’s big brother, but he’s frequently too loud for Zed and accidentally scares him, so Impulse always has to keep a close eye on him.

I think Joe and Etho both regress but its not super obvious when they do, as they are both older regressors (Joe 8-9, Etho 12-13). The main signs that Joe is little is that he doesn’t use as complex of vocabulary, and he is more energetic. Etho spends most of his time alone when he’s regressed, typically either drawing or watching anime and reading manga or comics.

also thank you so much for asking! I love talking about my agere hcs sooo much!

[dearmailman]

hi!!! i was wondering if you could write a bit of a caregiver wally taking care of a regressed reader? my brain goes to them doodling while laying on the floor and other arts n crafts activities, maybe also wally singing the reader to sleep for a nap? much thanks if this is something you can do!!!

Delivery for you! I hope you enjoy.

Wally's crayons scratch against paper pleasantly, the soft sound filling the room as you both draw. You're always so glad to come over, and not to brag, but he does always say you're his favourite neighbor. You glance across at him to look at his art, and smile at how utterly unshocking it is that he's drawing an apple.

"Neighbor, please do not peek," he scolds lightly, smiling as he wraps his arms around his paper.

"Sorry!" you squeak, turning your head away as you go pink with the embarrassment of being caught. You roll over from where you're laying on your stomach, looking up at the ceiling. Green stars line the expanse, not yet glowing as it's only around noon. A door creaks somewhere down the hall, before banging itself three times.

"Oh!" Wally claps and sits up to his knees. "Home is talking to you."

"You sure it's not you?"

"Oh dear, do you suppose?"

Before you can continue, a table bumps itself until crafting paper slides off onto the floor. Wally tries to catch it, but being paper and tending to fly in every direction, he only successfully nabs one. He stares at it, deciphering.

"I think Home would like to draw with us." He tilts his head, gazing at Home's wall. He sets the piece he caught and some blue crayons next to the wall. You gaze at him, never sure how exactly Home plans to take part in everything Wally does. If he feels included that's good, though.

"I think Home is going to draw..." Wally pauses, "A bird."

"I think he'll draw um," you consider for a long moment of silence. Wally waits patiently. "A horse?"

Wally's face slowly but surely brightens, until he laughs softly. "Ha ha ha, Reader I don't think Home has seen a horse."

"Well neither have you."

"Maybe he will just imagine," Wally says matter-of-factly. "I think an imaginary horse will be nice."

"Give it wings and a sword, Home!"

"Do horses have those?"

"No, but an imaginary one could!"

Wally pauses, touching his chin as he considers. "Okay. Give it wings, Home." He crawls back to his paper, which you were distracted from peeking at, and covers it again.

"Why won't you let me see, bubba!" you pout at him.

"Because I am drawing it for Y - O - U," he smiles, tapping your nose.

"Wally, you've already drawn me so many apples."

His crayon scratches a large, wide circle along the paper, then he inspects it carefully. He holds it up, showing you. "You are just the apple of my eye! See? It is special."

A shining red apple sits as the pupil of a paper-wide black eye outline. It has eyelashes, and the apple inside is one of the best he's created.

"Woah... special apple," you nod reverently, looking far too serious.

Wally pats his palm on your face - a gesture picked up from Barnaby - and hands you the paper. He sits back and yawns, which makes you yawn twice as hard. "Are you tired, neighbor?"

"Nooooo," you lie.

"The sun is very high. When the sun is high, that is usually when I take you to lay down."

"Noooo!" you say more insistently.

He shakes his head slowly, fingers tapping his chin. "Yeeees," he draws out very slowly. "You should listen to me, neighbor."

"Why?"

"Because I am bubba," he nods decisively.

Beaten, you give in and help him put your drawing supplies away. As you clean though, you do start to get rather sleepy. You rub your eyes as Wally neatly puts away the last of his crayon boxes. You're so drowsy you barely notice his hand held out to you. You look up to his charming smile, and smile back as you take his hand and stand.

The shorter puppet leads you through the hallway, Home shaking picture frames to wave as you go. Wally always has the guest room set up nicely. A soft, fluffy quilt and an even softer pillow make it hard to resist nap time as he helps you lay down.

"Wally?"

"Yes, Reader?"

"Can I have a lullabye?"

"Hum..." Wally touches his cheek thoughtfully. "I don't think Barnaby has taught me any new songs."

"I don't mind an old one."

Wally sits himself on the bed beside your tucked in body, placing a hand on your hand. He starts humming different notes, testing for a song that feels right.

"Listen listen, now that you've got me made," he begins in a rhythm perhaps not intended. "Goodness but I'm afraid, something is going to happen to you∼ Listen listen, you got to be hooked and how I would die if something happened to you now..." The tune is upbeat, soft. He rubs his thumb on your hand gently as he sings.

"Button up your overcoat, when the wind is free - take good care of yourself, you belong to me!" He watches your face as you rest, smiling more than even his usual one. "Eat an apple every day, get to bed by three - oh, take good care of yourself, you belong to me."

You giggle sleepily, snuggling into your blankets. He closes his eyes, rocking to and fro as he sings to you. Even Home is silently listening.

"Be careful crossing streets, ooh oh. Don't eat meats, ooh oh. Cut out sweets, ooh oh. You'll get a pain and ruin your tum tum∼ Take good care of yourself, you belong to me!" He punctuates himself with a kiss to your forehead. "Ha ha, I'm sorry neighbor, that's all I remember."

"It's so pretty, Wally," you yawn.

"That's good! Did I help you sleep?"

"Well, I'm not asleep yet, but I do feel tired..."

"Why do you sound nervous, Reader?" He sets his hand on your forehead and brushes your hair back.

"I'm okay, bubba. I just don't... really want to be alone."

"Ahh, dear," he nods sympathetically. He looks around the room, seemingly in thought. "I don't exactly have all that and some to do right now. I can stay in here with you."

"Really?"

"Really," he says as he lays down beside you. He runs his hands across your hair repeatedly, still humming, though none of the notes seem to belong together.

With him watching over you and a gentle hand on your head, it becomes almost too easy to drift to sleep. And knowing him, he'll be exactly here when you wake up too, still singing to you.

[girlwhofellfromthemoon]

↑ the first moodboard i made for this account (oct 2023)

Welcome to my blog 🫐🐇

↓ this song makes me feel so soft

I've included some information about me, my dni, and request rules under the cut 💕

About my blog 🐣🍊

My name is Phoebe (she/her) and this is where I post things I like! I mainly reblog (and my blog runs on a very long queue) but I also make agere moodboards. I take moodboard requests, here's a link to a post with more information. You can check whether my requests are open or not in my bio. 🎁😴 Also feel free to send me messages or ask questions either through my askbox or DM's and I'll try to respond as soon as I can though sometimes it might take a little ✉️✏️

My blog is mostly agere but also things like animals, art, and just anything i find interesting. It's all strictly sfw and child friendly content though! 💖 My sideblog is @littleladyscosyblog where I post adult-related things. On there I reblog cosy, homesteading, and relationship posts although some of my posts on there are nsfw so I keep it separate from this blog ! Please keep that in mind if you visit it 🎁💗

About me 🌞☁️

For a proper introduction, you can call me Phoebe, Bea, or Bebe. 🐣 My big age is 18 and my little age is usually 1-2 but can sometimes also be around age 6. I regress for mental health reasons and it can be both voluntary and involuntary for me. I usually regress while tired or upset and regression really helps me calm myself. Usually while regressed I like to cuddle up in bed and watch a movie or just take a nap, things that are all warm and cosy. Regression is a very healing process for me 💕

When big I spend most of my time studying, I'm in my final year of school. I also love sewing and make a lot of my own clothes. 🛍️❄️ Some of my favourite things while big are classic literature, animals in general but especially dogs, fashion history, swing, historic, and tap dance, and papercrafts. 🐕💐

When I'm little I like to sleep a lot. My favourite place is my bed where I can curl under fluffy blankets with all my soft toys. I especially love toys with rattles in them and any that make noises. I don't talk very much while regressed (my selective mutism gets worse while small) but when I do I mostly just use babbles to communicate 😴 My favourite things while regressed are board books and soft books, fruit and yoghurt, soft toys, rattles, comfy pyjamas, sensory toys, and fluffy blankets. I'm always very cosy and tired when small. 🤧🍀

I mostly reblog things but my own content can be found under: #beababbles for my writing or talking posts #beamakes for moodboards #beasbabies for toys and plush posts

A reminder: I will never post and do not tolerate any nsfw, harmful, or hateful content on my blog. This includes ddlg, abdl, sh, gore, and ed content. If you do post things like that please leave or you'll be blocked.

[a-side-of-agere]

☆ Regressor Doppio Dropscythe Headcanons ☆

Here are some of my personal hc's when it comes to him being an age regressor! Thought of these as I was working on his moodboard and just thinking of them makes me happy ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

(Note: While these are headcanons I have for him as a regressor, that does not mean I don't/can't see him as a caregiver! Lots if not all characters tbh I don't ever really think too strictly as an "age regressor" or as a "caregiver" only. I tend to just think of them as well... them, and depending on if I'm thinking of them from the lens of being an age regressor, caregiver, or flip I adjust accordingly. Like for example, while I have done multiple things with Doppio as a regressor, the first time I thought of him in terms of agere related things was actually as a cg in a personal secret fic idea (which I loved and still love and need to write but I'm so rusty orz).

Anyways, onto the headcanons!

- Personally I would say that 95% of the time when Doppio regresses he's in the little kid range of 4-6! (though more often then not he's in the upper ages of 5-6)

- Energetic. So energetic. Way too energetic depending on who you ask. Doppio is always moving around when he's regressed. Whether it be simply tapping his hands on a table or running mach speed through a playground, something is always in motion.

- This is probably why one of Doppios favorite activities to do when regressed is to go out to parks and other high energy places like arcades, trampoline parks, etc. Places where he can be free to be active and have fun (and burn off some energy in the process)! I like to think that playgrounds (whether indoor or outdoor) even become a bit of a subtle positive trigger for his headspace.

- Has a very active imagination when regressed. Shouldn't be a surprise with how active his brain and imagination is when big as well. Playing pretend, acting, telling stories are all along Doppio's alley.

- He also enjoys drawing, but definitely prefers doing more "arts and crafts" type of art! Especially if it includes glue :D

- He has two specific plush toys that he especially loves when regressed and are his best friends. A black wolf plush and a small chick plush. Definitely comfort items that work on both big and regressed Doppio and are for SURE helpful to have when caring for him.

- Earlier I said 95% of the time he regresses between 4-6, and that's cause 5% of the time, usually if only ever when he feels really sick, exhausted, and/or due to really negative emotions, he instead slips way younger, usually to baby age of <1 to maybe 1 and a 1/2 maximum.

- While not always, due to the usual circumstances in which he tends to slip this young its more often then not involuntary, and sometimes acts more along the lines of vent/upset regression. Expect lots of tears, whimpers, clinginess, fussiness, and maybe even a couple flailing fits.

- Other than that, the activities of baby Doppio aren't usually much more than sleep, sleep, and more sleep. Not a lot of movement, nor lots of noise or activity. Just a very tired 'eepy baby.

- His really young headspace is very rare to come by for others, even within his close circle. Not only from circumstance but also because Doppio feels a little more embarrassed with it compared to his usual regression due to how "out of character" it is for him. In his words as he puts it, being "super lame and uncool".

- Despite his worries, his friends never mind. Xsoleil especially, no matter if he is regressed or not, will always be happy to take care of one of their own <3

[emmies-agere]

I've been loving your omori CG headcanons so I'm here to add to the pile LOL.. may I request some Caregiver Aubrey headcanons? Maybe even the other hooligans are sibbies or babysitters too :0!!

(and may I be 🧩☀️ anon?)

hello 🧩☀️ anon! i’m so happy you’ve liked them :0 omori is one of my favorite interests right now so i’m always happy to write for it! i tried to just include a little bit about the hooligans and keep it aubrey-centric haha, so i hope that’s okay! take care <3

caregiver aubrey headcanons!

•aubrey is a protective caregiver, always making sure that you’re safe and doing her best to cheer you up when you’re down. she might not always know how to verbally say it, but you mean the world to her, and she’s not afraid to stick up for you.

•she can be a pretty rough-housing caregiver!! won’t hesitate to start a tickle attack on you and would even wrestle with you (albeit carefully!)

•but if you didn’t want her to do things like that, she definitely can be gentle around you. she has a huge soft spot for you, even if she would never admit it. she’d hold you close when it was time to go to sleep and will attend absolutely any tea party/adventure that you ask.

•aubrey is probably a board game person! she loves playing card games and any simple little games with you. don’t expect her to go easy on you, though! (she will)

•favorite pet names for you are kiddo and bud, though when you’re sad she’ll certainly opt for sweeter ones like hun or baby.

•initally, she was really protective of you around the hooligans. she didn’t honestly know what they would say, and she wasn’t willing to take a chance and find out. but when kim found you alone at the park one day, a childish slur to your voice, she made sure to look after you. although she was confused, she cared about you.

•and when the maverick noticed you sniffling near some shops, your knee scraped from tripping, he was sure to bandage your knee and cheer you up.

•even so, aubrey was eventually alerted of these encounters. she asked you if you wanted to tell them, assured you that there was no pressure if you didn’t want to. but you trusted them, and in turn, they were told.

•none of them were upset!! some didn’t really get it all of the way but they were willing to learn. aubrey trusts them to look after you if she was ever unable to be there.

•aubrey learns what your favorite foods are when regressed, even if it’s just in small talk or subtle indications. she makes sure she has them on hand for you! she knows that the little things matter.

•aubrey would be there for you if you impurely regressed. she’s definitely the type of caregiver to jokingly ask you, “who do i need to beat up?”. she’ll sit beside you and hold your hand, making sure your comfort items are in reach if you ask for them. she won’t leave you until you’re better.

•if you wanted to, you two could paint your nails together! she would help you pick out your most favorite color and do it on you. she would confidently wear anything you painted on her nails with pride, no matter the color, neatness, etc.

•aubrey would be fond of playing pretend with you! any scenario, any character, she’s willing to play it. even something simple like the floor is lava would make her happy to do with you!

•you can always count on her being there at the end of a tough day, or any day for that matter. she’ll make some warm angel milk or hot chocolate to put in your hands as you two snuggle up on the couch and watch your favorite cartoon/movie.

•aubrey loves you very much. while she may seem a bit overprotective, she just wants your regression to feel safe. she won’t tolerate anyone telling you otherwise! if you need anything at all, she’s right there <3

[grimmwolf]

INTRO TIME cuz everyone else has one apparently-

DNI at the very bottom, please read it and weep it

Asks are always open btw :)

Ps. That means ask me things :)

Helloooo my name’s Maddy or Grimm. This is my Nonhuman etc. blog. So I’ll be posting and reblogging whatever identity related stuff here, some memes maybe. Anyhow, here’s…

Some stuff about me~

• I’m 20 years old in this body, and my birthday is on the 25th of May.

• I’m a straight cis female, so she / her pronouns would do just fine.

• I’ve been awakened since about 2014 ish, and I’m a spiritual Therian, Otherkin, Alterhuman, Nonhuman, Fictionfolk / Fictionkin, however you wanna call it 😂 Meaning I believe all if not most of my identities / kintypes are rooted from alternate lives, such as: Past, Future, Parallel, and Dream lives. I also display traits of experiencing some sort of age / pet regression, but I’m not sure if I fit the label entirely. But regressors are welcome here if you follow the dni! I try to keep the place as safe and family friendly as possible 😊

• Only a handful of my identities I’ve discovered are semi psychological tho. But they are not derived from imprinting, neurodivergence, or trauma. I also prefer to use the term identity, instead of therio / kin / ficto type etc. Although some identities have been discovered through psychological means, they are still fully spiritual.

• The label I use most in terms of my nonhumanity, is Omninonhuman! A term I coined for myself. Meaning I identify as all animals, beings, creatures, nature, etc. Basically anything and everything that’s nonhuman! Including, but not limited to: All earthly and non-earthly animals, beings, creatures, extant, extinct, insects, dirt, grass, plants, trees, flowers, fungi, rocks, stone, metals, crystals, water, land, sky, clouds, biomes, magical, mystical, mythical, mythological, supernatural, celestial, cosmic, galactic, divine, holy, unholy, infernal, universal, etc. Though, I connect more with wolves, or just canines in general lol.

• I have depression, social anxiety, body and species dysphoria. Are name, personality and voice dysphoria a thing as well, perhaps? Lol. Also I’m a vegan for the animals :)

Some fandoms I’m in + interests of mine~

• Animals

• Anime

• Art

• Black Butler

• Canines

• Creepypasta

• Demon Slayer

• Detroit: Become Human

• Dinosaurs

• Dragons

• Dungeons and Dragons

• Fantasy

• Five Nights at Freddy’s

• Genshin Impact

• Harry Potter

• History

• Hobbit

• How to Train Your Dragon

• James Cameron’s Avatar

• Jujutsu Kaisen

• Lord of the Rings

• Marvel

• My Hero Academia

• Obey Me!

• Omegaverse

• Paleontology

• Period Pieces

• Photography

• Pokémon

• Red Dead Redemption 2

• Sci - Fi

• SCP Containment Breach

• Slenderverse

• Supernatural

• Twilight

• Wings of Fire

• Wolves

• Zoology

Some hobbies of mine~

• Adding pins on Pinterest

• Collecting Merch ( Figures, plushes, posters, etc. )

• Creating playlists on Spotify

• Drawing

• Listening to music

• Photography

• Playing video games

• Reading

• Sleeping

• Watching YouTube

• Writing

Some fun facts about me~

• I absolutely love animals. I aspire to be an Animal & Nature Conservationist / Own an animal rescue ( domestic or wild ). I am against all forms of animal abuse, agriculture, cruelty, exploitation, use, etc., as I am a true vegan through and through, and so I do not support the therian real animal part gear obsession. If you support that or other related things, do not interact with me.

• I absolutely love talking about my alternate / past lives, even though I may not know a whole bunch about them. And I would be more than happy to listen to others speak of their lives as well! Alternate / past lives in general are all very intriguing to me

• I’m a huge fan of Pewdiepie and Markiplier. I watch their videos everyday, they just make me so happy. I love to laugh, and they make me laugh more than anyone honestly. They’re my gods lol

• I have a habit of either capitalizing words that don’t abide by the laws of human grammar. Or I alphabetize every thing I list. Oh, and my favorite colors are beige, black, cream, gold, gray, lavender, tan, and white :3

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…Did you notice it?

Anyway! As I’ve mentioned before, I’m a spiritual omninonhuman. Meaning I believe I’ve had alternate lives of my identities! That being said, here are…

Some of my ID’s / AltLives~

( From first discovered / remembered to most recent )

• Angel

• Fallen Angel

• Earth Angel

• Dinosaur / Paleo / Raptor Shifter

• Merfolk / Draconic - Like Sea Being

• Divine Leader / Goddess

• Spirit / Universe / Goddess / Guardian

• Demon / Unidentified Being / Other bbkin ( Black Butler )

• Canine Cryptid / Shifter / Werecanine / Werewolf / Werefolk

• Alien / Angel / Unidentified Being

• Draconic Fae / Shifter

• Standard / Traditional / European / Western Dragon / Wyvern / Shifter

• Eywa / Na’vi / Pandoran

• Night / Light Fury / Goddess / Other httydkin

• Dragon / Other ratldkin ( Raya and the Last Dragon )

• Fae

• Other Mariokin

• Other Spyrokin

• Other Kirbykin

• Blue / Sea / SeaWing / Water Dragon

• Desert / Sand Dragon / SandWing

• Forest / Green / Nature Dragon

• Celestial / Cosmic Dragon

• Abyssal / Eldritch Dragon

• Black / Darkness Dragon / NightWing

• Gold / Golden Dragon

• Fire / Red Dragon / SkyWing

• Air / Blue / Sky / Wind / White Dragon

• Ancient / Imperial / Standard / Traditional Asian / Eastern Dragon

• Other WoFkin ( Wings of Fire )

• Omni Pokémonkin / Other Pokémonkin

• Other GenshinImpactkin

• Other LionKingkin

• Other mhakin ( My Hero Academia )

• Other RDR2kin ( Red Dead Redemption 2 )

• Other Alpha&Omegakin

• Other Marvelkin

• Other Supernaturalkin

• Other Twilightkin

• Other Creepypastakin / Proxykin / Slenderversekin

• Android / Divine Cryptid / Eldritch Angel

• Machine Shifter / Omni Machine kin / Other Horizon: Zero Dawn / Frozen Wilds / Forbidden West / Burning Shores / Call of the Mountain kin

• Other Omegaversekin

• Other Howl’s Moving Castle / Studio Gibli kin

• Aquatic / Dark / Drow / High / Light / Moon / Silvan / Snow / Sun / White / Wild / Wood Elfkin

• Other dbhkin ( Detroit: Become Human )

• Conceptkin / Dimensionkin / Existencekin / Galaxykin / Levelkin / Planekin / Realitykin / Realmkin / Worldkin / Universekin / Vibrationkin

• Other Twilightkin

• Other hbkin ( Helluva Boss ) / hhkin ( Hazbin Hotel ) - ps. I do not like the shows or the creators

• Dhampir / Vampire

• Other scpcbkin ( SCP Containment Breech )

• Other FarCrykin

• All Beast / Other bnakin ( Brand New Animal )

• Other Hook / Neverland / Pan / Peter Pan / Tinkerbell kin

• Other dndkin ( Dungeons and Dragons )

• Other potckin ( Pirates of the Caribbean )

• Other fbkin ( Fantastic Beasts ) / hpkin ( Harry Potter )

• Other Hobbit / lotrkin ( Lord of the Rings ) / Medievalkin / MiddleEarthkin

• Medievalkin / Other Skyrimkin

• Other Okamikin

• Other gowkin ( God of War )

• Other Grishaversekin / snbkin ( Shadow and Bone )

• Alien / Amphibian / Dinosaurian / Draconic / Kaiju / Machine / Mecha / Pandoran / Reptilian

• Other asekin ( Ark: Survival Evolved )

• Other revkin ( Resident Evil: Village )

• Dark Fae / Other Maleficentkin

• Other fnafkin ( Five Nights at Freddy’s )

• Other dskin ( Demon Slayer )

• Other jkkin ( Jujutsu Kaisen )

• Other trkin ( Tokyo Revengers )

• Chimera / Trico / Other tlgkin ( The Last Guardian )

• Alien / Avian / Canine / Draconic / Feline / Pandoran

• AI / Alien / Android / Bot / Canine / Code / Cyber / Cyberware / Droid / Drone / Firewall / Future / Glitch / Hardware / Machine / Malware / Mech / Mecha / Program / Robot / Tech / Technology / Virus

• Other Transformerskin

• Other Cyberpunkkin

• Other ldrkin ( Love, Death & Robots )

• Other aotkin ( Attack on Titan )

• Other tgkin ( Tokyo Ghoul )

• Other gotkin ( Ghost of Tsushima )

• Other ackin ( Assassin’s Creed )

• Other twkin ( The Witcher )

• Other Nimonakin

• Lizard / Scavenger / Slugcat / Vulture / Etc. / Other rwkin ( Rain World )

• Alien / Alien Jackal / Alien Vulture / Bioraptor / Hellhound / Mud Demon / Etc. / Other Riddikkin

• Celestial / Cosmic / Divine / Galactic / Holy / Universal Creator / Deity / God / Goddess / Guardian / Saint / Planet / Solar System / Galaxy / Universe / Reality / Mother Earth / Life / Moon / Nature / Sun / Death / Light / Dark / Demeter / Gaia / Existence / Nonexistence / Etc.

• White War Wolf ( Asgardian / Marvel / Norse )

• Canine Spirit / Fox Spirit / Gumiho / Inugami / Kemonomimi / Kitsune / Komainu / Lion Dog / Magical Canine / Mythical Canine / Mythological Canine / Nine Tailed Fox / Nogitsune / Okami / Okami Spirit / Raccoon Spirit / Supernatural Canine / Tanuki Spirit / Wolf Spirit

• Child Fortune / Luck / Wealth Spirit

• Demon / Devil / Ecstasy / Emotion / Encubus / Euphoria / Feeling / Fiend / Heat / Hell / Hormone / Incarnate / Incubus / Infernal / Instinct / Love / Lust / Lust Incarnation / Pleasure / Primal / Romance / Rut / Sensation / Sex / Sexual / Sexuality / Stimulation / Succubus / Touch

• Other Spiritkin ( Spirit of the Cimarron )

• Other Elementalkin ( Disney )

• Other SlyCooperkin

• Other RiseoftheGuardianskin

• Other StrangeMagickin

• Other ObeyMe!kin

• Other MysticMessengerkin

• Other Otomekin / ShallWeDatekin / Voltagekin ( Dating Sims )

• Other KungFuPandakin

• Other Lucakin

•Other TurningRedkin

• Other Baldur’sGate3kin

• Other HotelTransylvaniakin

• Spirit / Wisp

• Other Siren’sLamentkin ( Webtoon )

• Other AnimalCrossingkin

• Other Tangledkin

• Other lolkin ( League of Legends )

• Other atkin ( Adventure Time )

• Mermaid / Selkie / Siren

• Alicorn / Hellhorse / Hippocampus / Hippalektryon / Kelpie / Magical Horse / Mythical Horse / Mythological Horse / Pegasus / Thestral / Unicorn

• Kirin / Magical Deer / Mythical Deer / Mythological Deer / Qilin / Peryton

• Centaur / Cervitaur / Faun / Satyr

• Griffin / Griffon / Gryphon / Hippogriff

• Amphiptere / Amphitere / Amphithere / Magical Avian / Mythical Avian / Mythological Avian / Phipthere / Phoenix / Quetzalcoatl

• Black Dog / Black Shuck / Canine Spirit / Church Grimm / Cu Sith / Divinehound / Fox Spirit / Enfield / Gumiho / Heavenhound / Hellhound / Inugami / Kemonomimi / Kitsune / Komainu / Lion Dog / Magical Canine / Mythical Canine / Mythological Canine / Nine Tailed Fox / Nogitsune / Okami / Okami Spirit / Raccoon Spirit / Supernatural Canine / Tanuki Spirit / Wolf Spirit

• Other twdkin ( The Walking Dead )

• ( Behemoth ) / Gorgon / ( Gorgonus ) / ( Gorgun ) / Leviathan / ( Nag ) / Naga / Quetzalcoatl

• Other hsrkin ( Honkai Starrail )

• Other WuWakin ( Wuthering Waves )

• Other zzzkin ( Zenless Zone Zero )

• AI / Android / Bot / Code / Cyber / Cyberbot / Droid / Drone / Firewall / Future / Glitch / Hardware / Machine / Malware / Mech / Mecha / Program / Robo / Robot / Tech / Technology / Virus

• Heavenhound / Divinehound

• Other mckin ( Minecraft )

• Other kcckin ( Komi Can’t Communicate )

• Other Homicipherkin ( Horror Dating Sim )

As you can see from my identities listed, I have about 124 discovered identities, and most likely counting. I’d like to make it clear that I am not “adding to any kin list” or “kinning for fun”. I am completely certain and genuine about my alterhumanity and my many identities / lives.

I have entire playlists of some of these lives on Spotify, that help me connect with them more. I figured out how to link my Spotify, give it a listen if you’d like. So here’s…

My Spotify~

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Anywho, see ya! Also pls interact, I want friends / mutuals with similar identities / ‘types 🥲

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🤬Ethical is still abuse because the animal dies 🤬

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Summer Rains Part 5:

Beauty In The Rain

Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count: 6.7k

Rating: M (To be safe 18+)

Warnings: Angst, swearing, pining, smoking, kissing, groping, implications of sex, pregnancy mention, genuine human emotions, probably OOC for Javier... whoops. No beta, just yeeted into the void. any typos. Let me know if I have missed any!

Summary: Javier finally decides what he wants his future to be and Chucho wins Grandpa of the year. Reference for the necklace that is mentioned. The Poem included in the epilogue is by Raymond Garfield Dandridge. Who's poem brought me peace when life was not.

A/N: This is a really bittersweet moment. I again apologize for how long it has taken me to finish this story. Life was overwhelming and I was trying to push myself into writing smut because I know it's popular. So I hit a wall because I was trying to force something out of myself that I didn't really want to write and personally didn't add much to the story. So I took the pressure off of myself. There is no smut in here just implications and allusions to it. It is not something I am just yet comfortable writing, but maybe someday. I also spent WAY TOO LONG obsessing over the timeline and trying to get everything to make sense. I am fairly certain some new grey hairs appeared on my head because of it. I gave up. I did my best. I am not perfect and this is a hobby. I have loved every second of writing this ending and I hope you like it too. Thank you so much for sticking with me and for your patience as I lose my marbles again and again. I have so many people I want to thank and dedicate this to. So many people who without them, I probably never would have posted this story or continued writing it. I hope they know who they are and how much they have meant to me. If you have ever left a like, a comment, a reblog, or sent me a message please know how much that means to me. I hope you never hit a red light and that your pillow is always cold at night. You are angels and the world is so much better with you in it. If you got this far you are a gem. I hope to write more on this blog in the future but I am done trying to force myself into a schedule. I want this to be a fun creative outlet not another obligation for me. Thank you for reading and without further ado, our two idiots need a happy ending.

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The card slips from your fingers and falls to the counter, forgotten. 

The next morning you wake to the sun shining through a sliver in your curtains. Weird… usually I get waken up by a hungry infant demanding a boob. As soon as the thought crosses your mind you glance over at the crib to the right of the bed. It’s empty. Your nose scrunches in confusion but then the light banging of pots and pans echoing from the kitchen catches your attention. 

You slip on your slippers and slowly pad your way to the kitchen. Your limbs still heavy with sleep. You find Chucho dressed and ready in his Sunday best for church as he makes breakfast. Sofia sitting in the high chair babbling away with her grandpa. He softly whistles an old ballad to her as he warms up a bottle. You mumble a greeting to Chucho and he tosses a cheery good morning back. You sweep your hand across Sofia’s forehead pushing the soft brown curls out of the way as you lean down to kiss her. 

“Why didn’t you wake me?” You question Chucho as you make your way over to the cabinet to make yourself some tea. 

“You were tired and there are bottles out here. I wanted you to rest.” Chucho replies simply with a light pat on your cheek. As if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I mean why else did you pump if not for this reason? Plus he was right, you were exhausted. Sofia had a rough night again. Gotta love sleep regression. Your guess was all the change in her routines. She needed normalcy and stability, and honestly? So did you. 

Once the bottle was ready for Sofia, Chucho swoops the baby girl up in his arms to feed her. A soft smile blooms across your face at how sweet Chucho is with Sofia. He has a way with her. She rarely cries when he is around and he has quickly become her favorite person. Your baby girl has Chucho completely wrapped around her finger. This is all you ever wanted for your daughter, Sunday morning breakfasts and a family that is bursting with love. Lost in thought, the creak of a floorboard draws your attention to the doorway. Javier had paused before entering the kitchen, the bags under his eyes were dark and he still had yesterday’s clothes on. Your eyes meet his weary dark orbs, and his frown deepens as he looks back, almost studying you. You shifted under his gaze like a bug under a microscope.

A wave of annoyance begins to build in the pit of your stomach. Javier has no right to judge you when you did nothing wrong in the first place. You straighten your back and cool your expression into one of annoyed indifference. He quickly looks away from you as if your gaze burned him. He makes his way into the room and pats his dad on the shoulder in greeting as he swipes a mug for his coffee. 

“You look awful mijo.” Chucho was never one to pull a punch. 

“Gee, thanks Pop.” Javier’s voice was devoid of any emotion as he slumped on the counter with his chin pressed to his chest. Javier really did look a mess and he looked pale. You felt the familiar pinprick of tears start to burn your eyes, everything that led you both down this path started with your lie. You want to be furious at him; to yell, scream, smash something, but you can’t move. You are frozen as the quiet guilt rages a war in your brain. You blink and try to will away the traitorous tears threatening to spill and notice Chucho staring at you with a wary gaze. You quickly excuse yourself mumbling about taking a shower. Anything to escape, to give you time to think. 

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Chucho inhales deeply as he watches you practically sprint out of the kitchen. He turns to his son, brooding and quietly sipping his coffee with his eyes closed. Chucho looks down at Sofia’s milk-drunk, blissed-out expression and slowly walks over to set her down in the pack n’ play set up in the corner of the kitchen. It used to be in the living room but Sofia got fussy when she couldn’t see Chucho cook. 

“You know one day you are gonna push people too far and they won’t keep coming back for more.” Chucho stares counting Sofia’s soft breaths as he addresses Javier. 

Javier slowly opens his eyes as his jaw rocks. “I know.” 

Chucho turns and points down the hall towards where you are, “That woman is at her breaking point. And look at you! Pale and smelling like a chimney. I cannot sit here and watch the two of you destroy each other. Either figure out what you want and fight for it or just stop and let her go.” Chucho’s tone was severe as he verbally lashed his son. 

“Pops I-” Javier’s throat was dry and his voice cracked pitifully. 

“No. I am taking Sofia to Church. You-” He stabs his pointer finger into Javier’s chest “Are going to talk to her. You are letting your happiness slip away from you. No one is taking it away.” Chucho reaches into his pocket and presses the small black card you left on the counter into Javier’s free hand. “If this is enough to sway you then you are far stupider than I thought you were.” 

The card feels cold in Javier’s hand. His dark eyes stare unblinkingly at it. Not even looking up when Chucho leaves the room with Sofia in tow. He turns the thin piece of paper over and over between his fingers. How could he have let something so small, so meaningless burrow under his skin? He knows his father is right. He has to stop letting this fear and insecurity control him and make him lash out at you. He needs to make a choice and he needs to make it now. 

“Oh, did Chucho leave?” Your voice, soft and missing its usual melodic tone, tears Javier’s eyes away from the card. There you are standing in the hallway hair still damp from your shower but loosely braided to the side. You have your favorite navy blue linen overalls on, the ones you like to wear to clean around the house. You are a vision of domestic bliss. But he can see the weariness in your eyes. The hollowness that lingers in them now. 

Javier clears his throat roughly, shoving the card into his pocket. He has no idea how long he has been standing staring at it. “Uh yeah, he took Sofia to church with him.” 

“Oh. Okay.” Your voice is void of emotion or any of your usual lightness. Javier feels stiff and awkward like his limbs are full of sand and he doesn’t know how to be around you anymore.  

You turn to walk away from him and Javier starts panicking. Is it too late? Has he pushed you too far? 

Before he can talk himself out of it, Javier blurts out the one question he should have asked the day you arrived in Texas. “Can we talk for a second?” 

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The silence was deafening. You stopped mid-step towards your bedroom and did a half-turn back to him. Your brows furrowed as you studied the man before you. The Javier that stood before you now was not the same Javier you left behind in Colombia. So many things have changed, for both of you. The wrinkles around his eyes have grown more prominent and the gray in his hair is more noticeable.  He still stands with his hands on his hips and hunched shoulders, always carrying the weight of the world on his back. But it was something in his eyes, those piercing eyes that once glowed like embers lost that spark and fire, that once spoke to you. Javier’s dark orbs transfixed you, their darkness overwhelming but there was a sadness to them now. A haunting darkness in them that goes deeper than you knew. 

“Sure” You held his stare for a moment, trying to maintain a calm demeanor. His eyes widened as if he assumed you’d refuse his request. 

Javier quickly shook the surprise from his face and schooled his expression back to its normal frown. He motioned towards the porch and opened the front door for you. You slowly lowered yourself into the nearest rocking chair as Javier leaned on the railing across from you. The crack of the front door shutting echo across the ranch. Javier cleared his throat as he flexed his hands on the railing and stared at a crack in the porch floor. He would kill for a cigarette. Or a bottle of whiskey. 

“So, um, what did you want to talk about Javier?” You never used to call him Javier so much. Only when you pretended to be angry at him or when you were teasing him. It used to be fun, hearing you huff it out between laughs or moan it in his ear. Now his name on your lips is a reminder of the mess everything has turned into. Of all the mistakes he’s made. Of the lies, he’s told. All the reasons you left him. All the reasons that he hates himself. No wonder you left and maybe you should again. Maybe that is what’s best. 

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 “Javier?” You calling his name a second time caught his attention and his eyes finally met yours briefly before looking away again. 

“Right. Yeah. I wanted to discuss your plans.” Javier’s hand scrubbed the back of his neck as he avoided your gaze.

“My plans?” You schooled your face into the picture of neutrality. 

Javier huffed in frustration, “Yes. Your plans. Shit, you know what I am trying to say here.” 

A cold fire lit behind your eyes, a predator eying their prey as they narrowed. “No Javier I don’t. I don’t know what I am doing here. I thought I did, for a moment I thought I knew what you wanted. Now? I am lost. You want to know my plan? I don’t have one. Not since you showed up in Miami and turned my whole life upside down.” You released a heavy breath trying to calm that fire that sparked in your veins. 

Javier’s eyes flashed with anger and he set his jaw before he continued pressing, “I know that everything has not been the easiest lately, that I have not been the easiest to deal with-” 

You scoff and wrap your arms around yourself. “Because everything was always so perfect between us.” 

That struck a chord with Javier. He made mistakes. Tons of them even; but he always did what he thought would protect you. To keep you hidden from his world, from him, and the darkness that followed. He nearly growled his response,  “I did what I had to do to keep you away from all that shit. To protect you.” 

“Protecting me? Is that what lying to me about sleeping with your informants, all while you were fucking me is? Pretty sure that is exactly the opposite of protection Peña.”

Javier’s eyes turned cold and his next words cut you like a knife, “Well, I didn’t fucking leave without a damn word and hide a child from you.” 

“You didn’t exactly give me any reason to stay. I was just a casual fuck to you and we both know if I hadn’t left, you would have.” You internally curse yourself for the tears brimming your eyes. You hate that after everything he still has this power over you, over your emotions. 

Javier's whole body goes stiff, his voice is quiet barely audible above the sound of the ranch. “Is that really what you think of me?” 

You lock eyes with his. Your anger quickly begins to dissipate the minute you see the pain in his eyes. “I-” You start but stop yourself. 

Javier shakes his head as if he can shake the heartbreak away, “No. I don’t want to fight with you. This isn’t coming out right. I didn’t mean to..” But his voice trails off. He is desperately trying to find the words to tell you all the feelings and emotions that have been storming around in his head since the day you left. 

It is a minute before either of you speaks. “I didn’t sleep with my informant that night. The one before you left.” 

“What?” Your voice is barely a whisper over the frantic beating of your heart thumping in your ears.

“I hadn’t slept with any of them for a while. People just assumed and I never corrected them. I-I didn’t want to. I couldn’t admit to them or myself that you meant more to me than I let on. That you still do. I am sorry that I fucked up so much back then. That I pushed you away and made you feel that I would rather you run away than tell me you were pregnant. I am so sorry.” The tears in Javier’s eyes were clear as day. 

“Javier” You slide out of the chair and stood behind him. Before thinking you reached your hand out and touched his shoulder.  “No. I am sorry. What I did was unforgivable. I knew how much you did to protect me and I left like that knowing it would scare you. But in that moment, all I wanted was for you to hurt as much as I did. I was stupid and angry. What I did was selfish and cowardly, even if I thought I was protecting Sofia. I should have stayed and fought for this. How can you ever forgive me?” 

“I did the moment I saw you with Sofia.” Javier’s hands find their way to your cheeks and he wipes away the tears streaming down them.

“Where do we go from here?” Your hand finds its way to his cheek as you look at Javier. 

He rests his forehead on yours, “I don’t know.” He slowly leans in and brushes his lips against yours. Giving you every opportunity to push him away. But you don’t. Your arms wrap around his neck and pull him as close to you as possible, needing the grounding force of his body against yours. 

Javier’s hands move to your neck, your waist, your hair, and back to your face. His scent surrounds you. He pours every ounce of emotion within him into this kiss. He pulls you flush against his chest and a whimper falls from your mouth. It only urges him on and he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue against your bottom lip. Begging you to let him in, to let him taste you again. 

You immediately give in to him. To the feelings coursing between the two of you. You reach up and pull his hair and a deep growl reverberates from Javier’s chest. His hands slide their way to your hips, then to your ass and he squeezes. It’s as if he thinks if he lets go of you, this would have all been a dream. His movements are hurried and needy. He is desperate for more of you. 

You finally pull away to breathe but Javier just continues kissing down your jaw to your neck. He finds your ear lobe and sucks it into his mouth and pulls. Scraping his teeth on the delicate flesh. “Let’s go inside.” He whispers into your ear but you are jello in his arms. Hardly able to think straight. He slowly starts walking you backwards into the house. As you cross the threshold into the front hall your hands grip his jacket, trying desperately to tear it off him. Javier drags his mouth away from your neck long enough to rip his jacket and shirt off before descending onto your lips again. 

This time as he crashes his lips to yours he grabs a handful of your ass and yanks you into him, his leg falling between yours. You let out a sharp gasp which he takes quick advantage of and pushes his tongue into your mouth. It's clumsy and frantic how the two of you grip each other. Trying to get as close as humanly possible. Your back slams into the nearest wall as you reach for the belt loops in Javi’s jeans and drag him impossibly close to you. As he is pressed against you Javi lets a deep groan loose as he drags his teeth down your throat, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin, leaving marks as he goes.

You are drowning in him. The sensation of his body pressed against yours, his hands digging into your ass, your thighs, tugging on your hair. The feeling of his lips on yours after so long without him. It's all too overwhelming, this is all you have been thinking about since the day he burst back into your life. Javier pulls away from your neck and brings his hands to the sides of your face. 

“Wait, wait… Is this okay?” His voice is gravelly and lower than usual. His deep brown eyes are burning into yours. You want to laugh. Of course, this is more than okay, this is all you crave anymore. Javier. He consumes every waking thought and he invades your dreams. He is the biggest nuisance and he is everything you have wanted. 

“No.” The minute the word leaves your mouth Javier shifts to move away from you but you stop him by grabbing his belt and pulling him back in. “No this is not okay. This is perfect.” 

The two of you fall back into a familiar dance; your bodies fitting together perfectly, like two harmonies coming together in perfect time. Javier knows exactly which strings to pluck to make you sing, he has every curve, dimple, scar, and stretch mark memorized. As you lay back trying to regulate your heartbeat, you find Javier tracing the new marks on your stomach; gifts from the beautiful daughter you both brought into this world. He lightly runs his fingertips up and down, side to side. Silently adding them to his memory of you. He every so often presses soft kisses on your hairline. After a few silent moments, his eyes finally meet yours, a small smile decorating his face. You reach up and trace the lines at the corners of his eyes. You both have changed so much but at this moment, here, it suddenly feels like no time has passed between the two of you. You are back at his apartment in Colombia with a cool breeze blowing through the window carrying the smell of the Arepa shop down the street.

Javier’s hand paused in its path, “I know we have so much yet to figure out-” 

“Please let's not do this now.” You begged him not wanting to ruin this perfect moment. 

“Will you ever just let me finish a sentence?” Javier sits up to look down at your face, a playful glint in his chocolate eyes. 

You lean up and place a chaste peck on his lips, “Nope.”  and try to turn away from him.

“You are gonna want me to finish this one.” Javier takes the chance to playfully pinch your sides and laughs as you yelp and try to squirm away from him. “I know we have a lot to talk about and figure out. But I want you to know that I am all in. I want to build a life with you and our daughter, I want a house and a dog and the fucking white picket fence. I want it all. But I want it with you. I love you. Te Amo mi alma. Tienes todo mi corazón y siempre lo tendrás.” 

You stared wide-eyed up at him, completely frozen in place. Javier starts to panic. He pushed you for more than what you were ready for. He said too much too fast. Javier Peña, ever the fucking moron. Why can’t he ever keep his fucking mouth shut? Should he take it back? No that would be so much worse. Javier was so lost in the spiral of self-doubt and intrusive thoughts that he didn’t even notice the tears beginning to overflow out of your eyes or the way that your hand was squeezing his. When you reached up and held his cheeks in your hands he was finally able to silence his thoughts. 

“You are everything I have ever wanted and I promise you I will work every day to show you how much I love you and to make up for all the time we lost because I was stupid and scared. You, Javier Peña, are the most frustrating man on the planet. You are stubborn and pig-headed and you make me want to scream half the time. But you are also the most generous, kind-hearted, and selfless man I have ever met. You gave me a daughter and I cannot thank you enough for that gift. I love you with my whole heart and I cannot wait to build a future with you.” 

“You scared me there for a second Hermosa. I thought I had lost you there.” Javier quickly wipes a traitorous tear than escaped his eye. “And you have nothing to make up for mi amor.” 

“Yes. I do. I am not going anywhere. I am all in.” 

Javier leans down and places another soft kiss along your hairline before sitting up and stretching his arms above his head. He slowly stands as you lean your head back and close your eyes, taking in the moment. You hear him rifling through his pants on the floor by the bed, his belt buckle jingling and then softly thumping on the ground. 

“Dammit” Javier huffs under his breath and snatches his briefs from the scattered pile of clothes around the floor. 

“What's wrong?” You keep your eyes closed starting to feel the tug of sleep starting to drag you under. 

“My cigarettes are in my jacket pocket. I’ll be right back.” 

-

Javier closes the door lightly, knowing that you are starting to fall asleep and not wanting to disturb you. He follows the trail of clothes from his bedroom to the hallway until he finds his jacket tossed on top of Sofia’s stroller. He begins digging through the pockets for his pack of cigarettes.

“¿Buscas estos?” Javier turns and sees Chucho leaning in the doorway, the red carton of cigarettes dangling in his hand. “Las cosas salieron bien, ya veo?” 

Chucho smirked as he gestured to the random pieces of clothing and shoes tossed around the hallway leading to Javier’s room. Javier cleared his throat awkwardly and snatched the cigarettes out of his dad’s hand. He slides one out and Chucho pulls a lighter out from his back pocket and tosses it to Javier. The cigarette glowed a vibrant orange as Javier lit it and took a long drag before tossing the lighter back to Chucho. 

“Uh, sí. Sí, lo hicieron.” Javier returned his father’s smirk with a goofy grin. “Realmente bien. ¿Dónde está Sofía?”

“Dormido. Ni siquiera llegó a comulgar antes de desmayarse.” Chucho turned to walk back into the living room as Javier let the cigarette dangle from his mouth and started collecting the miscellaneous clothing strewn about. 

“Recuerda usar protección esta vez. No tenemos lugar para más sorpresas.” Chucho called from the living room. Javier rolled his eyes and made his way back to his room. Back to where you were waiting for him. 

Things weren’t perfect. They never would be; you two aren’t exactly saints. But the sight that lay before him in his room reminded him that doesn’t matter. You were curled up in a ball in the middle of his bed with blankets scattered around and halfway on the floor and he could hear your soft snores fill the air. He pulled the blankets around you and contorted himself to fit next to you. He leaned back on the headboard and stared down at your sleeping form silently through the haze and smoke. He could hear Chucho as he moved about in the kitchen. The clangs of pots and pans combined with the soft rhythm of your slow breaths and soft snores. For the first time in a very long time, Javier felt completely at peace. He knew that he would rather fight with you than live another day without you. He knew in that moment that Sofia was the greatest gift to have ever happened to him; that you gave him that gift. He knew that from this day on he will fight, claw, and bleed for the two of you. His little family. Los Amores de su Vida.

- 

2 years later

“This stupid fucking thing” with a deep sigh of exasperation Javier rips the bow tie out from the collar of his dress shirt and tosses it on the floor. 

“Why the hell did you even buy the fucking thing. You barely button your shirt most days.” Steve hands Javier a glass of whiskey. “Drink and chill the hell out.” 

Javier downs the amber liquid in one go, shoving the glass back into Steve’s waiting hand. “Forgive me for trying to look respectable on my fucking wedding day pendejo.” Javier swiftly unbuttoned the top two buttons and slid on his suit jacket. He stood adjusting and readjusting in the mirror for what felt like an eternity. Everything had to be perfect. You deserved perfect and he will make it happen if it kills him. 

Chucho popped his head through the door, “Es hora Mijo.” Javier took a deep, shaky breath and turned to face his father. Chucho smiled and grabbed his son by the sides of his face and pressed his forehead against Javier’s, closing his eyes for a moment, “Estoy tan orgulloso de ti.” Chucho Leaned back and Javier could see tears brimming in his father’s eyes. 

“Gracias Papá.” Javier smiled back at Chucho as he smoothed his sweaty palms on his pants. 

Chucho glanced at Steve, “Well then, let’s get this show on the road. Vamos.” 

-

Your knuckles were completely white from the death grip you had your bouquet under. Connie had just made her way down the aisle with Sofia as the flower girl, awkwardly toddling in front of her. If her performance at the rehearsal told you anything, she dumped the entire basket of petals immediately over her head. But you don’t care about any of that. You only care that you are marrying the love of your life and the father of your child. The past few months haven’t been easy, you are marrying Javier Peña after all, the man is a well-documented hot head, and frankly, you are no better. The two of you have fought tooth and nail to be together and to build a life, a future. 

Of course, nothing ever came easy for the two of you. Soon after you two made up, Javier decided to finally tell you he had to go back to Colombia. Oh, you were angry, for sure. Javier had to sleep in Sofia’s room for a couple of days before you had calmed down enough to talk to him. No matter how angry you were that he didn’t tell you, you knew Javier. He would never be able to rest until the Cali cartel was finished. He never got over being sent home for working with Los Pepes. He had unfinished business and even though you hated the idea, he went to Colombia while you and Sofia stayed in Texas. It was hard. He called. You sent care packages with drawings of Sofia and pictures. It didn’t change the milestones he missed. He did get leave for her first birthday, but it was never going to be long enough. 

When you finally heard the familiar crackle of Javier’s truck on the gravel driveway you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. Like you were finally able to take a full breath of air for the first time since the day he left. You had been in the kitchen all morning with Chucho making a welcome lunch. You were covered in flour and didn’t even take your apron off before sprinting outside. You flung the porch door open just as Javier was racing up the stops and launched yourself into his arms, nearly toppling him to the ground. There were tears and kisses and whispers of “I love yous” and “I missed yous” and “you are not leaving again.” 

The two of you eventually, begrudgingly, untangled yourselves and Chucho brought a just woken up Sofia to the door. Javier immediately swooped her into his arms and rocked her against his chest. He was able to keep his cool with you but the minute his baby girl was finally in his arms again, he lost all composure and tears began to fall from his eyes. Javier took Sofia into the yard so he could try and get her to walk for him. You plopped down on the porch steps watching them play and babble back and forth. You could watch them for hours.

“Sofia, okay baby girl, walk to Mama. Go find Mama.” Javier walked behind her ready to catch her if she tumbled backward. Though she was walking on her own now, she was still unsteady and fell often and fell hard. 

“C’mon baby girl. Come to mommy!” You reached out your arms as Sofia giggled and wobbled her way towards you with Javier in tow. Her stumpy little legs stopped right in front of your lap and you reached for her hands to steady her. As you grabbed her hands, she was holding something in them. She’s been hoarding rocks lately and you reach to grab it only to find that this rock wasn’t in fact a rock at all. It was a small box. “Javier, what is this?” 

Javier was kneeling in front of you with his hand on Sofia’s back, “Something I should have done a long time ago.” 

Now here you are almost 6 months later and you are waiting to walk down the aisle in front of all of your friends and family. 

“Are you ready Mija?” Chucho grabbed your hand and placed it in the crook of his arm. 

“More than ready.” 

-

The whole day was a blur. It was full of tears and laughter and pure joy. Now as you sit with Javier on the porch swing gazing at the stars with your head in his lap as he runs his fingers down your back you feel completely at peace, at home. 

“I know we said no gifts.” Javier paused his movements as you sat up. 

“Javier, you promised.” 

“I know but, I couldn’t help myself.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long slender, black velvet box. “Open it.” 

“This is not fair. I don’t have anything for you!” You opened the lid and the tears were almost immediate. Javier may be the grumpiest man alive but he is also the sweetest. Javier bought you a beautiful silver necklace with three gemstones in a line. “Oh Javier, it's beautiful.” 

“It's each of our birthstones. Mine, yours, and Sofia’s. I just, I don’t know, thought it would be nice. To have something of our family for you to wear” 

“That's so sweet Javi.” You trace the stones with your fingertips, “It’s just that, uhm…” 

“What? What’s wrong? Is it the setting? We can change it. We can return it if you don’t like it Hermosa. What is it?” Javier immediately went into fixer mode. He always took it upon himself to fix any problem you had, even the imaginary ones. 

“NO. No. Javier, I love it! It’s just that, well, we are going to need to add a stone, that's all.” You looked up at Javier trying to hold back your smile and the tears. Jesus Christ, you didn’t know you had any more tears left.

Javier’s eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to figure out just exactly what you said. He looked at the necklace then back at you and it dawned on him. “What? Wait. Are you serious?” He reached for your hands as a jubilant smile flickered across his face. 

“Yes. I found out last month.” He couldn’t contain his excitement as dragged you into his arms and kissed your head, your cheek, your nose, your neck. You couldn’t help but giggle at his excitement. “I wanted it to be a surprise.” 

“But…but you were drinking? You had champagne and…and cocktails at dinner.” Javier’s words were rushed. His hands were rubbing up and down your arms, it seemed to be soothing him more than it was you. 

“Connie had the bartender make mocktails and give me sparkling cider.” You reached up and wiped the tears off of his cheek.

“We are having a baby?” Javier’s wide dark mahogany eyes pierced yours. The tears already threatening to overflow.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you into his lap, “We are having a baby.” 

-

Epilogue

Texas thunderstorms are a loud boisterous beast. The rumble of thunder shook the whole house and the cracks of lightning lit up the entire yard. The rain had been nonstop for the last couple of days. So much so that construction on yours Javier’s new home was put on hold until the weather subsided. 

It was no worry though, Chucho loved having the house full of laughter and the thump of tiny little feet running around. Sofia definitely gives her Abuelo a run for his money, at just 4 and a half she is feisty as all hell and ALWAYS wants the last word. She has Chucho wrapped around her finger, and she knows it. Mateo is the opposite. He is the most soft-spoken and sensitive 2-year-old. Always trying to play peacemaker. 

The rain drops beat against the kitchen window as you gather the marshmallows and steaming mugs of hot chocolate onto a tray. A new addition to the Peña family tradition of playing card games while it rains, hot cocoa, and playing out on the porch so you can sit and listen to the rain. Just like you did with your mom. 

You balance the tray on your hip as you awkwardly try to open the screen door to the porch. 

“Ay Mija, let me do that!” Chucho pulls Matteo off his lap and sets the book they were reading down. He grabs the tray from you and shoos you away. “Go on. Go, sit down.” 

“Thank you, Chucho. I thought the third time would be easier but this one is doing jumping jacks on my kidneys I swear.” You lower yourself onto the porch swing, rubbing your belly absent-mindedly when you turn to Mateo and lift him onto your lap. “Are Papa and Sofia still yelling at each other?” You tickle his sides and his giggle erupts into the air. Mateo lays his head on your chest as you quietly hum and rub his back. 

Javier and Sofia are competitive. She knows exactly how to rile him up. They have been playing go fish for an hour, and he has lost four times. You can’t help but laugh at the ridiculous sight of your husband arguing with your toddler about counting cards as if she is a card shark in a casino. 

“Here Mateo, pero ten cuidado. It's hot.” Chucho hands Matteo a small mug he got for his birthday. Steve and Connie got it for him, or “Unca Steve” and “Auntie Wonnie” as Mateo calls them. It had brightly colored jellyfish on it and it was from the Florida Aquarium. Steve took Matteo there when he was a baby and he was obsessed with the jellyfish and has been ever since. When we told Steve and Connie that I was pregnant with Mateo, Steve campaigned hard for Steve Jr. He about tackled Javier to the ground in the hospital room when we told him Mateo’s middle name was Esteban. 

“Are you two done fighting over there? Your hot chocolate’s gonna get cold.” You took a marshmallow and pelted it at Javier’s head. 

“Ay! Hermosa, quit it!” Javier gathered the cards and Sofia ran up to Chucho for her cup. You laughed to yourself as she convinced him to give her extra marshmallows on the side because “it's always good to have a snack with your drink.” 

Javier plopped down beside you and Mateo on the swing chewing away on his Nicorette gum. He went cold turkey in preparation for Mateo and hasn’t had one since. He slid his arm around your shoulders rubbing the back of your neck and he playfully tries to steal marshmallows out of Mateo’s mug. 

Sofia, after shoving all the marshmallows in her mouth at once, crawls up into Javier’s lap to sip on her drink. Chucho finished divvying out the rest of the mugs to you and Javier before sitting down himself. A silence fell over the Peña household as the pattering of the rain and the rumble of thunder in the distance created a beautiful song. 

This blissful moment reminds you of a poem that your mother would read to you at night during loud crashing thunderstorms. 

The clouds are shedding tears of joy, They fall with rhythmic beat Upon the earth, and soon destroy Dust dunes and waves of heat.

Each falling drop enforcement bears To river, lake and rill, And sweet refreshment gladly shares With wooded dell and hill.

Every flower, bud and leaf, Each blossom, branch and tree Distills the rain, 'tis my belief, To feed the honey bee.

I pity every wretch I find Who, frowning in disdain, Is deaf and dumb and also blind To beauty in the rain.

Rain causes destruction. Rain causes chaos. It is loud and booming. But rain also creates beauty. Rain creates stillness. It is also soft and peaceful. To find the beauty in the rain you have to look deeper beyond the noise and chaos. Only then will you discover the beauty in the rain. 

You and Javier have been through so much together. Colombia was a difficult time and then everything that happened after. It nearly destroyed you both. You fought and yelled and screamed. You hurt each other. But you did not give up on each other. Together you tried to find the beauty beyond the chaos of your lives. You forgave each other. You worked together to create the beautiful life you now live. It is not always easy. But you both show up every day for each other.

The airy, fresh scent of petrichor filled your nose as the rain droplets thrummed away on the roof of the porch. Javier leaned over and kissed your head as his free hand fell to your protruding stomach. The scene around you was beautiful and a treasure hard-won. A teary smile spreads across your face as you bask in the outpour of love that fills the porch and this home. This moment, this life, this family, Chucho, your children, Javier. They are your beauty in the rain. They are what makes the chaos and strife worth it. They cleanse away the dust and hurt of the past to make life beautiful and vibrant and full of laughter, light, and love. You have spent your whole life searching and now find comfort in the fact you have finally found your very own beauty in the rain.

Masterlist

Spanish Translations:

Mijo - My son

Mija - My daughter

Te amo - I love you

Tienes todo mi corazón y siempre lo tendrás - You have all my heart and always will

Hermosa - Beautiful

Mi Amor - My love

¿Buscas estos? - Looking for these?

Las cosas salieronien ya veo? - Things went well I see?

Sí. Sí, lo hicieron - Uh, yes. Yes, they did. 

Realmente bien. ¿Dónde está Sofía? - Really well. Where is Sofia?

Dormido. Ni siquiera llegó a comulgar antes de desmayarse - Asleep. She didn't even get to communion before she passed out

Recuerda usar protección esta vez. No tenemos lugar para más sorpresas - Remember to use protection this time. We have no room for more surprises

Llos amores de su vida. - The loves of his life

Vamos - C’mon

Pero ten Cuidado - but be careful

Please let me know if any of the Spanish translations or usage is incorrect!!

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