#black age regression matters

[kaifish-pond]

Chappell Roan is GREAT for my regression space as a kiddo who grew up partially closeted/forced myself to have crushes on the boys in my class…

I wanna make a Chappell Roan regression/moodboard :3

[demonslayerunhinged]

Unhinged rant >:(

Demon Slayer fandom discourse

I want to start this by saying, I know that Demon Slayer isn't an explicitly queer manga/anime because Shōnen Jump, but I believe that Demon Slayer is for the queers and has lots of themes that we can identify with like love, acceptance, loss, guilt and strength.

Despite what these stupid, smelly, ignorant, power-scaling, non-ass-washing, Cheetos-dust-snorting, once-a-month-showering, dude-bros would have you believe, Demon Slayer isn't just another battle Shōnen anime/manga, it's a love story and about the perseverance of the human spirit and if that doesn't speak to the queer experience then I don't know what does.

Plus, I don't know how Gotogue-sensei is as a person, but I think the fact that she managed to make one of the kindest mcs in shōnen speaks volumes about her disposition. I don't think she would be one to reject queer fans identifying with her story so well.

In these recent times, it seems like everything is going to shit, the world is slowly regressing into the dark ages destroying decades of progress and trying to distract ourselves from all this by engaging with the fandoms we love is hard because everything seems to cater to cis, straight, white men.

To be honest, I created this blog mostly out of spite, but I also wanted to carve out a tiny space for myself where I can talk out of my ass and not have some decrepit reddit dude bro go all 'well, ackshually ☝🤓' on me, and I'm happy to have met so many like-minded people.

So, I've compiled a list of answers to the common types of nonsense drivel these fuckers post in response to shipping and queer discussions and theories about Demon Slayer. You can copy and paste whenever and wherever you encounter these black holes of ignorance and stupidity if you want.

In the Taisho era, there were no gay/queer people: This is one of the dumbest statements I've ever heard, and the fact that it's a really common response really shows how we've failed as a society. Queer people have existed for ages all over the world, Japan has an extensive queer history. Demon Slayer is based on samurai culture and samurai culture was really, really, really, really, really, really, really gay. Sure, it had rigid roles, but that doesn't make it any less queer. A quick Google search would go a long way to nourish that dried-out, shrivelled husk you call a brain. Go read a book you walking condom ad, your parents and education system have obviously failed you.

It's forcing sexuality into the story: We literally had a whole season dedicated to the mcs going to the 'entertainment district', we have a sexy man with three wives who talks about 'loving' them all equally, we have the abundant male fanservice, one of the mcs talks about women on the daily, we have a boy who eats demons and is horny shy around girls all the time, we have his brother who exposes his tits because he's proud of them, we have a demon who was essentially a sexual predator that targeted 16-year-old girls and ate them, the main villain shape-shifts into a woman to 'get' information as a Geisha, we have a girl who literally lusts after almost everyone she meets but yea no lets not force sexuality into it 🙄.

I don't care: Okay cool, but I value your opinion as much as I value the shit I took this morning.

It's who they are as a character that matters: Sexuality is a part of a person's character. Your sexuality defines your experiences, decisions, options and outlook on life. That's why you as a straight man can be so ignorant.

It's forced*(I really hate this one): Honestly, fuck you. Why is it that you only think something is forced when it doesn't revolve around you and your experiences? You guys are fine with tons of anime/manga that sexualize women and girls to an insane degree even when it doesn't make sense, but that doesn't stop you from consuming and glazing the hell out of the authors, but when we talk about including queer characters suddenly it's forced? Your existence is forced, and you can just eat shit.

I don't like it: Who the fuck do you think you are dictating how other people consume and interpret the media they consume? How about you go hump your smelly, cum-encrusted anime body pillow.

Men can be touchy/emotional with each other without it being gay, it's just our western standards: No it isn't the majority of shipping activities and works come from Japan, which wouldn't happen if it was just part of their culture. We're not stupid, we know men and boys can be friends without it being sexual, and we know when a friendship is just that, and then we know when two guys are straight up pining for one another.

It's not canon/the mangaka didn't explicitly state it: They can't because of Shōnen Jump, so a lot of them pass off information about a character through subtext, metaphors and allegories. They also don't have to, things don't have to outright stated or 'canon' for them to make sense and if you need them to be so for you to understand or enjoy the story then a moment of silence for your head since it's without a brain.

It's not common: Despite Shōnen Jump, there are lots of mainstream anime/manga that have queer characters: One Punch Man, Hunter x Hunter, Dr. Stone, Windbreaker, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Naruto, Gintama, Dragon Ball Z, My Hero Academia, Fairy Tail, One Piece, Attack on Titan, Tokyo Ghoul, Jujutsu Kaisen, Chainsaw Man, Blue Period and that's not to talk of the ones with queer subtext like I dunno ALL Sports anime/manga to ever exist!

Why do you look for LGBTQ in everything?: It might be hard for straights to understand but growing up queer and looking for a connection causes us to develop what we call a gaydar that helps us identify characteristics, mannerisms, features and vibes from a person that screams 'ONE OF US! ONE OF US!'. It's only natural, and our gaydar doesn't suddenly turn off when we're consuming media, especially when it's media that we love and hold dear to our hearts. It doesn't matter if the mangaka inserted these characteristics intentionally or not, that doesn't stop us from picking up on them, and why should it?

Shipping is stupid: So is power-scaling, but that doesn't stop you assholes from making thousands of posts, creating YouTube channels and sharing content about it and cramming it down our throats. It's even worse because it's from grown-ass men.

The characters have no chemistry/they hate each other: A lot of queer ships have more chemistry, history, interactions, personality and development than a lot of 'canon' straight couples. It's literally a trope in media that all a man and a woman need to be in a relationship is to be in close proximity to each other, then their relationship goes on to be drier than salted crackers in silicone packets scattered in the Sahara desert. Well, I guess you can't blame the creators, you write what you know after all.

I know this is a lot and I know how angry I sound right now, but I'm so sick and so tired of all these guys who are as useful to the human race as pieces of freshly shat out dog turds that have been thrown in the grass by the sidewalk in a hot summer afternoon, who can't see past their lice-infested neck beards trying to make something as colorful, interesting, joyful and queer as anime and the fandoms fit their own boring, stupid and misogynistic worldview.

In Conclusion, Demon Slayer is amazing, horny* and unbelievably queer.

*I'm talking about the male fanservice btw :)

[igncrxntripley]

masterlist & rules

requests are CLOSED!!

HELLLOOOO EVERYONE!!! thanks so much for stopping by! before you make any requests, please read through the following rules. thank you!!

requests will be posted as i have time to write them; i cannot promise they’ll be posted immediately 

i write smut, fluff, angst, and have shared some prompt posts on my page that i’m more than happy to use in a request 

i reserve the right to not fulfill a request if it is something i do not feel comfortable writing or feel as though i cannot do the subject matter justice

if you don’t specify if you’re requesting headcanons or an imagine or anything else, i will choose what ends up being written

my limits on smut are as follows:

i will NOT write anything with virginity/taking virginity/anything non-consensual (including CNC), gore/extreme violence, pedophilia, incest, or ageplay/age regression. everything else is fair game unless the request makes me very uncomfortable 

the people listed in my masterlist are who i usually write for, but the following is a more comprehensive list

the judgement day as a whole

rhea ripley

damian priest

dominik mysterio

finn balor

seth rollins

becky lynch

liv morgan

brooks jensen

josh briggs

house of black members - mostly malaki black and buddy matthews

adam page

jon moxley

jungle boy

if you have a specific person to request that is not in this list, please still request them and depending on who it is i may still fulfill the request if i feel as though i can give you what you’re looking for

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when sending a request, please make sure you include who to write for, what you’d like me to write (specifics are nice, but too specific is tricky), and a prompt from a list if that’s what you’d like. also specify if you’d like headcanons or a drabble. 

check here for all of my writings! i’ll have them organized by series/superstar and hopefully this makes it a lot easier to access everything! i’ll update as things are posted! ❤️

their secret weapon (the judgement day):

regular series: pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt. 5 pt. 6 pt. 7 pt. 8 pt. 9 pt. 10 (written by @witcherfromwallachia ) pt. 10 (my version) pt. 11 pt. 12 pt. 13 pt. 14

headcanons: secret weapon’s aesthetic

headcanons: secret weapon and dominik

headcanons: secret weapon and finn

headcanons: finn’s a meanie

headcanons: in sickness and in health

headcanons: secret weapon and rhea

headcanons: secret weapon and damian

headcanons: movie marathon

their secret weapon: little black dress

their secret weapon: tag team

their secret weapon: spa night

their secret weapon: happy birthday 

their secret weapon: hall of fame

their secret weapon: and new...

their secret weapon: bad dreams

their secret weapon: first kisses

their secret weapon: attack (work in progress)

damian priest:

haters gonna hate

headcanons: meeting the parents

double trouble 

sworn enemies (spy!au)

becky lynch:

backstabber

it takes two to punish a brat (w/ rhea ripley)

brooks jensen:

headcanons: brooks jensen’s buckle bunny

giddy up

dominik mysterio:

loss

sunshine and snuggles

winners 

headcanons: bully

headcanons: father’s day surprise

rhea ripley:

nerves

blood is thicker than water

matilda 

headcanons: thunderstorms

forgiveness

headcanons: friends with benefits

finn balor:

backstage admirer

deal with a demon (series):

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3

cody rhodes:

attention

‘jungle boy’ jack perry

one more night

[corduroyserpent]

Chapter 26: a different kind of loss

Relationships: Zhuzhi-lang & Tianlang-jun, Shen Qingqiu/Luo Binghe, Tianlang-jun/Su Xiyan, Luo Binghe & Zhuzhi-lang, Background Mobei-jun/Shang Qinghua, Minor Liu Mingyan/Ning Yingying/Sha Hualing

Rating: T

Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Post-Canon, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Tianlang-jun Has Chronic Pain, Dreamscapes, Memories, Trans Male Character, Agender Su Xiyan, Eventual Happy Ending

Current Word Count: 80.1k

Awareness of the passage of time is new for Tianlang-jun.  Or. That’s not quite right. True, deep, understanding of his place within the passage of time is new.  Such matters do not typically affect those who are essentially immortal. He has dabbled in experiencing what it’s like to live on borrowed time, both in regards to himself and others; the urgent sense of running out of the precious commodity that he had not even realized was precious, or something that could be lost, until it had nearly slipped through rotting fingers. And when he was trapped beneath Mount Bailu, he lived through a period of stillness. Of time moving despite his inability to move with it.  But the prolonged sensation of years flipping by like the pages of a well-loved play—the odd ache of missing the story even as he’s deeply entrenched in it, desiring nothing more than to finish so that he may read it again, wanting it to never end but knowing that all things must… It’s a lot. He’s unused to it.  “So, Xiyan. Hopefully you can forgive my rambling.” Tianlang-jun lies down next to the midnight-black soil that will soon release his beloved. “I wish to tell you everything.”

Read the rest here!!

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He's sick, they told him. His doctors, his parents. And god did their cruel words ever worsen. His date was sealed the day his paperwork was filed.

"Simon Riley [Little: 0-3]"

Just like that his life was over, age 12 and unable to run away with every piece of paper work and documentation making him permanently his father's. Oh how it made his skin crawl.

Years were spent fighting himself back. He'd shrink to that headspace, and so would his body. But his parents didn't wipe his tears or clean him up. Poor Tommy took a lot of it. A caregiver by nature, but an addict because of their father. His mother was practically out of the picture with how little she could help.

His first thought was military. But the more research he did, the less it seemed possible. Any job deemed scary or laborious wasn't allowed for a little. It was even on his fucking ID when he was old enough to save one. By 18, he was making Tommy sign in appwroek claiming that Simon was neutral. And as Tommy was listed a legal carer (his father's doing), it went through. Tommy was too high, hungover or sick to realize what he was doing, which Simon took advantage of.

It took years for him to crash again. Years to curl up in his bed in the cold, cold room he stayed in. Lieutenant, they called him. His team. His Captain, Mactavish, what would he think? His other teammates... Gaz, Roach. God they'd be disgusted.

The size of a baby curled up under a ton of blankets just waiting to feel big again. All he could do was hide anyway. No one should ever be allowed to see him like this-Simon didn't even think they'd hesitate to throw him out. Come morning, it was no easier. He was still too tiny to even get himself out of bed. He'd fall on the floor, that's how tiny he was. He probably couldn't even walk...

How late was he for breakfast? The alarm went off earlier, causing him to screech in terror before he pulled his blankets back over himself. It was a dandelion game to play, getting to far into the military then crashing in bed and physically unable to get help and unable to get himself to feel big again.

It was all scary. Terrifying, even. In any other situation, his captain would be right at his side. Mactavish would've been there. But this? For this he was alone. Always alone.

He's sick. Something in his head made him sick. Different from everyone else and weak. Weak because he of his fear. Because of his regression... Some days he was lucky almost all of his file was blacked out, others not so much. He needed help.

And the longer he stayed in bed, unable to get out, just the size of a wee kiddo, maybe it would come. Mactavish always came to him if he wasn't at meal times on time.

Soon enough that familiar knock rang through his room. Fuck, Simon couldn't help the cry that came from him. His chest heaving with the intensity of it. In no more than a second, Mactavish was in the room and looking for him.

It only took a minute for Simon to be lifted into the captain's arms. Sobs falling from his lips as his tiny hands grabbed at his shirt.

"Are ye my Si, wee one?" Mactavish asked, swaying with him. Of course he was, but it was pretty much instinct to be a little playful and sweet like that.

Obviously Simon couldn't exactly respond. He tugged at his shirt weakly, his little legs kicking at the air as he cried.

"Oh, Si... Simon, love..." Soap murmured. His heart beating insanely fast with the little one clutching onto him. He didn't even know Simon regressed... He has his suspicions, but this? Regressing so small? Small enough to fit perfectly on his chest with just one hand holding him?

The wailing settled enough for Simon to hear Mactavish talking to him. His captain but that didn't matter anymore- He didn't see a captain looking at him, maybe a friend instead. He tugged at his shirt and whimpered.

"yeah, I know... Ye're too small, huh? Didn't ye get taught to ask for help when ye need it, wee one?" Mactavish asked softly, brushing over the very short hair on his head. Dark, not quite black though. Carefully, he sat back on Simon's bed with him in his arms, tears reduced to hiccups.

"I wish ye woulda told me, Simon... Somethin' stressed ye out and ye crashed... Not good for ye." Mactavish told him, rocking Simon in his arms. Slow and gentle. "Do ye even have anything for this?" He worried.

And Simon couldn't tell him, only point or whine. But no, no he didn't have anything because he never wanted this to happen. He thought he could control it enough- but no, he couldn't. He was weak.

"Simon, hey, M'eudail... It's okay. We'll get ye stuff." Soap didn't know how he'd get him off base without being seen, he didn't say that to Simon though. He needed the little one's trust.

"I know ye're scared.. I've got this, okay? I've got you." Mactavish promised him. Using a smaller blanket he found, he gently swaddled Simon up and got him cozy. The little one didn't whine or cry, he actually relaxed quite a bit.

Simon babbled up at Soap, wiggling before settling into the warm blanket.

"Oh yeah, baby? Tell me." Soap cooed softly at him as he picked Simon back up. All swaddled and cute. Albeit a little messy.

Simon giggled and babbled a little more at the encouragement. For the first time, he didn't feel scared when he was small. He wasn't going to be shouted at, hit, or anything else... He should know his captain was safe, this was just surprising...

"Yeah?? That's a lot, Darlin'." Mactavish was so sweet. Feuling his babbling while he made sure Simon was comfortable.

The two went back and forth with babbling for a long while, until they did have to figure out where to get Simon things like pacis and other baby needs. Though he should have, Soap didn't really hide Simon, just covering his face since he knew that he wouldn't want people seeing. So he held Simon just right and let him nuzzle into his neck. The few people that saw were definitely confused, but no on questioned it. Not with Mactavish glaring at anyone who tried.

Of course he didn't drive, he carefully walked with Simon in his arms to a near by town to grab the things they needed. The basics, pacis, dips, bottles, formula, and some baby bath stuff. And Simon squealed at the bubble bath stuff that Soap grabbed, making him chuckle and poke Si's side.

Getting back into base was the same thing, glaring at anyone who asked anything about the little one on his chest. He wasn't up for questions and he didn't want Si being pestered later when he was big. It was easier to avoid. The first thing he did when inside his own room, he got Simon padded up and a cleaned paci (washed in his sink just in case).

Simon didn't whine or kick his legs. He was well behaved, actually... He babbled a little, muffled by his paci but Soap still responded.

Oh how he loved it... It was so easy to relax like this. Being put gently back over Mactavish's chest while swaddled up all comfortable. How could he not relax?

Being talked to helped a lot too, Mactavish's voice working to ease him further. Si liked the gentle rumble of his chest and hearing his silly accent.

A nap was in order the second Simon's eyes began to close. Soap swayed with him side to side while humming an unfamiliar tune to him, but it all felt safe nonetheless. There was no pushing for a nap, no leaving him in a room and waiting for him to pass out. No, this was gentle coaxing until he fell asleep naturally.

Maybe this would all go away in the morning, but maybe it would be okay to happen again- Mactavish wasn't cruel. He showed no signs of mistrust or betrayal about Simon's many lies regarding his classification. He was just as warm as he usually was to him, if not more.

Simon was safe like this. Happy and warm. Never had he fallen asleep so easily before. Protected by his Captain's arms and comforted by his voice. There was no better person to be helped by.

[safetycar-restart]

In the little driver au- we need to know if they have a little! Backpack and what’s inside of it. Charles’ is still red no matter what, and in my opinion, Lando won’t go anywhere without a minimum of three plushies. All varing in size. While Oscar has the cutest, yet smallest bag so he needs to be spoilt.

I’m sorry I can’t think of anything for any of the other drivers :(

Aw yes I love this! Honestly I had forgotten about the little!au but this au is so so cute, we absolutely need to discuss this more.

So firstly, for another new or needing a refresher: the little!au is an au where everyone in the world is either a little or a caregiver. Littles need to regress regularly for their own health.

And because littles will sometimes regress involuntarily, especially if triggered by something, it's very common for littles to have little bags full of the things they might need if they regress. It's even more common for a little's caregiver to always have something like that. So, lets discuss what I think would be in each littles' bag! Feel free to send me your own ideas or request this concept with another driver.

CHARLES:

Of course Charles's bag is red! In fact, his bag is a Ferrari bag! Well technically it's a Ferrari duffel bag. You have tried making it a black bag, or even just a non-ferrari red bag and that always makes him throw a tantrum. In fact that would make adult Charles throw a tantrum too. It must be Ferrari! It must!

Charles can sometimes regress very young, so you always have a sippy cup and a bottle in the bag so that you have something for whatever age. Both are pink, and they MUST be pink.

You also have a stuffy in the bag, it's a little cow that Charles saw in an airport at some point and immediately fell in love with. It's name is Jerry.

And then of course you have a change of clothes in the bag because Charles will regress and immediately start crying because his clothes are so scratchy and uncomfortable! You must change him quickly!!

LANDO:

Yeah Lando has VR46 backpack and it's pretty much just filled with stuffies. Often when he's little he'll change the stuffies in his emergency bag? It's like a fun little game for him, deciding what toys future Lando will get!

There's also a bottle in the bag, and a change of clothes and some diapers.

OSCAR:

I love the idea that Oscar's bag is the smallest? Cause really he honesty doesn't want any toys when he regresses. He just needs his bottle and some diapers and he's happy because once he regresses the only thing he wants is you. No stuffies, no games, no snacks, just you. He wants to crawl into your lap and be held and that's it, nothing else.

LOGAN:

So, I actually think that at first Logan wouldn't even have a bag? This is because he tends to regress to a relatively old age? Like he regresses to about 7 or 8 most times, and so honestly he felt like he shouldn't need a special bag with his little things because he doesn't really need anything specific?

However once you become his caregiver, you show him that even though he doesn't *need* anything specific, he's allowed to still have a special bag with things he likes when he dresses, especially if those things will bring him comfort. So after being encouraged by you, he makes himself a little tote bag with a cute stuffy and a few of action figures.

[prettiestlovergirl]

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disclaimers ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

✪ please check my rules before you request anything! and please read these disclaimers, if you are in violation of any rules, you will be deleted and/or blocked.

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✪ below i have a loooooong list of characters i'll write for, if you see a character you like but is not on the list, please feel free to reach out! i will let you know whether or not i will add them to the list xx

characters i'm willing to write for 𖼐꒱࿐ ִ I

✦ luke castellan ✦ coriolanus snow ✦ sejanus plinth ✦ finnick odair ✦ peeta mellark ✦ anakin skywalker ✦ peter parker ✦ jj maybank ✦ rafe cameron ✦ tim bradford ✦ wesley evers ✦ john nolan ✦ jake peralta ✦ barry allen ✦ james potter ✦ remus lupin ✦ sirius black ✦ tom riddle ✦ mattheo riddle ✦ theodore nott ✦ ares (from pjo) ✦ spencer reid ✦ aaron hotchner ✦ matt simmons ✦ luke alvez ✦ will lamontagne jr ✦ tony stark ✦ miguel o'hara ✦ steve rogers ✦ peter quill ✦ scott lang ✦ harry potter ✦ ron weasley ✦ fred weasley ✦ bill weasley ✦ charlie weasley ✦ percy weasley ✦ george weasley ✦ aaron thorsen ✦ anthony bridgerton ☆ benedict bridgerton ☆ harry hook (ouat) ✦ alex claremont diaz ✦ cardan greenbriar ✦ manny (abbott elementary) ✦ sally jackson ✦ lucy chen ✦ celina juarez ✦ hermione granger ✦ katniss everdeen ✦ johanna mason ✦ padme amidala ✦ sarah cameron ✦ angela lopez ✦ nyla harper ✦ amy santiago ✦ rosa diaz ✦ lily evans ✦ marlene mckinnon ✦ luna lovegood ✦ ginny weasley ✦ fleur delacour ✦ emily prentiss ✦ jennifer jareau ✦ elle greenaway ✦ emma swan ✦ natasha romanoff ✦ yelena belova ✦ kate bishop ✦ carol danvers ✦ wanda maximoff ✦ jude duarte ✦ prettiestlovergirl (fantasize about me, baby <3)

definitely into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ oral fixation ☆ infidelity kink ☆ size kink ☆ brat/brat taming kink ☆ face fucking ☆ tit fucking ☆ thigh riding ☆ daddy/mommy content ☆ domination ☆ sadism ☆ breeding kink ☆ masochism ☆ exhibitionism ☆ squirting ☆ degrading ☆ dirty talk ☆ cum swapping ☆ dacryphilia ☆ overstimulation ☆ gagging ☆ praise edging ☆ biting ☆ marking ☆ cne ☆ dubcon ☆ coercion ☆ breath play ☆ impact play ☆ anal play ☆ legal age gap ☆ threesomes ☆ brother's best friend ☆ best friend's brother ☆ daddy x princess ☆ step-cest ☆ legal age gap ☆ dom x sub ☆ gangbang ☆ bareback/ cream pies ☆ being shared ☆ free use ☆ orgasm denial ☆ brat x brat tamer ☆ knife play ☆ corruption virgin! reader ☆ bimbo! reader ☆ office sex ☆ mean! reader ☆ hair pulling ☆ dark content ☆ fratboy! character ☆ hand kink ☆ dumbification ☆ nicknames: mami, mamas, mama, ma, pretty girl, babe, baby, sweetheart, angel ☆

sometimes into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ somnophilia ☆ olfactophilia ☆ piss kink ☆ arm kink ☆ dry humping ☆ virgin! character ☆ best friend! character ☆ kidnapping kink ☆ thigh fucking ☆ sub! character ☆ sex toys ☆ period sex ☆ orgy ☆ drunk sex ☆ angst ☆ fluff ☆ sex pollen ☆ under the table ☆ noncon play ☆ polyamory ☆ predator/prey kink ☆ bondage ☆ sensory deprivation ☆ fake relationship ☆ cuckhold ☆ pet play ☆ cockwarming ☆ nicknames: babydoll, doll, honey, hon ☆

not into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ tentacles ☆ age regression ☆ professor x student ☆ childhood bedroom ☆ self-harm ☆ suicide ☆ ai ☆ pedophilia ☆ incest ☆ underage characters ☆ race play ☆ race exclusive features ☆ eating disorders ☆ depression ☆ getting caught masturbating and moaning out a name ☆ financial domination ☆ scat ☆ gay for pay ☆ age play ☆ wax play ☆ pegging ☆ feet content ☆ food play ☆ male! reader ☆

[xoxiu]

late bloomer | namjin x oc

chapter one

ao3: here

summary: at Amelie's age, a submissive should have been tagged years ago during puberty. nevertheless, Seokjin and Namjoon were beyond happy to be paired with her, even if the circumstances were a bit unconventional.

the department of behavioral health is in charge of ensuring that doms and subs are guaranteed equality and that all relationships are safe, sane, and consensual. they strive to provide proper health, education, and community services to help those with secondary sexual hormones.

warnings/tags: smut, BDSM, dom/sub, polyamory, fmm, dubcon, tpe, domestic discipline, kink exploration, STRICTLY non-sexual age play/age regression

a/n: it’s been one hell of a year let’s just leave it at that. lemme know how you vibe with this 🫶

Amelie felt the heavy bass deep within her chest- the club’s music was loud enough to drown out her self-deprecating thoughts. Finally, she thought, she could just let loose and vibe. Maybe hook up with a stranger, smoke some weed, and let herself live a little. Considering the past two weeks of hell and torture she had endured, Amelie felt she deserved a good weekend bender.

The young girl smirked as the tall, handsome man in front of her slid another shot of whatever in her direction. She gratefully downed it in one go, keeping the heavy eye contact with the stranger. No one counted just how many drinks Amelie had consumed by this point. The sleaziest club in the city wasn’t exactly known for following alcohol laws down to the letter. All she knew was that she had yet to pay a penny for her drinks, and she considered that a success.

Everything around her began to fade into that delightful haze Amelie constantly chased. The man’s words sounded as if they all were underwater, even Amelie’s giggles felt like they weren’t her own. They were millions of miles away in some bathtub; even the lights and music that once harrowed her senses seemed to blur in that blissful haze in the distance. She didn’t control her body at this point as she wrapped herself around the man’s arm, following him out to the street.

“Woah,” she swayed into the man as he led her to a motorcycle parked out back. “This is- this’s yours?” Amelie didn’t even bother to listen for a response before toddling over to the bike. From behind her, the stranger grabbed the helmet and placed it on Amelie’s head. The fit reminded her of when she would ride a snowmobile with her father back in the day and how the helmet was just a bit too big. Surely, it was fine- the bike didn’t even have a scratch, so this guy must be a safe driver.

Amelie hopped onto the motorbike behind the hot stranger, wrapping her arms around his waist. The two of them sped off down the street, Amelie’s giggles turning into joyous, careful laughter and cheers. This felt so right, unlike how prudishly she was living before. No person should be subjected to twelve years of monotomous schooling, only to then immediately follow it up with four more years of stupid shit. She felt relieved the prestigious university had kicked her out. Amelie was proud to be a college dropout, finally allowed to live life for the first time.

In a matter of seconds, Amelie felt herself fly forward, continuing the forward momentum of the motorcycle while the bike stayed in its place. Without a clue as to what was happening, Amelie turned her head to see the bike caught up under the grill of a sportscar with the hot stranger halfway through the windshield. The last thing Amelie felt was the metal on top of her legs before everything snapped to black.

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The sun started to illuminate the living room as Seokjin sipped his morning coffee. His eyes shifted from the beautiful sunrise back to the television, nonchalantly catching up with world news. The man prided himself on being a well-informed citizen but could only stand news stations in the morning. They were much more chipper than the afternoon and night runs. And much less fearmongering.

The previous night leading into this morning felt more relaxing and quiet than what Seokjin was used to. As a nurse, he practically lived his life on call, always waking up at ungodly hours to take up a shift at the emergency department. The days when he could lazily lounge into his primary practice and dick around with his coworkers were great. This was turning out to be one of those days.

Just as he rose from the couch to fetch his work bag, his cell phone began to ring. He quickly looked at the number, hoping it was a coworker telling him not to bother coming in today and to just have a nice day off. Alas, it was not. Instead, it was the Behavioral Health Center he frequently volunteered at. Jin stared at the caller ID, dumbfounded and confused as to why they would be reaching out to him. He managed to answer the call right before it went to voicemail.

“Hello?” Jin asked, putting his work bag back onto the kitchen table. This call might take a while.

“Yes, is this Seokjin Kim?” A female voice replied, her voice monotone and void of any indication of why she would be calling at 6 in the morning.

“Yes, it is-“

“I’m aware that you and your husband are on the Submissive Waiting List?”

Seokjin choked on air at her words. At one point in time, he and Namjoon yearned for a submissive, seeing as both of them were dominant. After taking the necessary classes to get on the coveted waitlist, they just kind of forgot about it. Their own dynamic grew, and the need for a submissive wasn’t as needed as before.

“Oh, yeah. Uh, I meant to take us off that list ages ago…”

“We have a submissive that aligns with your subtypes and biomarkers.”

Well, shit, Seokjin thought. He never thought he would see the day. As if the woman on the phone hadn’t heard his previous statement, she rattled off an appointment time and location. Not sure what to do and always struggling to tell others ‘no,’ Seokjin only confirmed that he would be there and hung up.

All the man could do was stand in the kitchen and let out a sigh. He sent the work group chat a quick text alerting them to a sudden family emergency before heading over to the master bedroom where Namjoon still slept. Seokjin had two hours to talk this over with his husband before their household went from two to three.

[kaifish-pond]

A weird thing (that I love) ab the formula I make myself, is that it makes me gassy!!! Hehe it makes me feel more like when I was a chronoKid!

For the formula I fill a regular glass/cup ab over half full of almond milk, you can also use water if you want

Then I add two tbs of Ensure, mix it

Then the TEENEST bit of chocolate almond milk (not enough to REALLY taste it, just enough that it gives it a different kind of flavor)

Then I pour half the mixture into a sippy or bottle and cover and save the other half until later!

NOW! DO NOT use this as a meal replacement!!

I use this to SUPPLEMENT meals and add nutrients that I'm lacking bc I am chronically malnourished!

I STILL eat fruits and veggies and protein as well as baby food and baby pouches and formula!

[baby--charchar]

A writing blurb/wip/however you'd like to call it. TBH I'm more self conscious about actually WRITING OUT STORIES, so I wouldn't mind constructive feedback.

‘Charlie had a rough day’ was a blatant understatement of how horribly shit hit the fan that day. But you wouldn't know it just by looking at her demeanor.

When a random gang tried to rob the hotel that morning, she handled it. When the entire septic system on the 7th floor exploded, she handled it. When Vaggie and Angel got in a screaming match over his ever growing drug stashes, she handled it.

It seemed that no matter how terrible, scary, or unexpected her challenges got, she kept smiling, kept going like she wasn't bearing the weight of so much on her shoulders already.

Of course, everyone cracks eventually. In some way or another. Charlie would like to think that she was using age regression to help mitigate those cracks. When she was feeling little, it was okay if she threw a tantrum occasionally or get snippy with Dad or Vaggie. If she let out a little bit of the pressure at a time, in a safe space surrounded by safe people, she'd be okay enough to keep smiling the next day. Of course, things don't always balance out like that in the end, especially with how much energy Charlie spent repressing negative feelings.

Upon coming home to their suite on the hotel's highest floor, Charlie collapsed on the floor in front of the TV. Vaggie watched her calmly.

“You feeling okay, hun?”

Charlie shrugged and brought her fingers up towards her mouth. Vaggie caught that glassy look in her eyes taking over.

“Feeling little?”

After a pause, Charlie nodded her head. Vaggie bent down to kiss her cheek before stepping around her.

“Okay, Princessa. Let me grab your things. Can I call your dad, or do you want it to be just us tonight?”

“...Call Daddy.”

“Call Daddy. I can definitely do that.” Vaggie had Lucifer on speed dial for these nights. He loved getting to visit Charlie when she was regressed, and they've healed their relationship a lot the past few months together. He was also great to tag-team with whenever Vaggie need a break.

After a quick chat on the phone, Vaggie refocused on Charlie. She grabbed one of her favorite outfits to wear in littlespace: a red, long-sleeve dress with gold foil hearts all over it; soft, stretched out black leggings; fuzzy pink socks; and the only part of it that Charlie hated, a simple pink pull-up without any designs or characters on it. Charlie genuinely struggled controlling her bladder when she regressed. Vaggie thought that it may have something to do with her brain not communicating with her “big girl” body properly. But while Charlie definitely needed them, she hated having to use pull-ups with every fiber of her being.

Vaggie approached her quietly, sitting down beside her curled-up form on the plush red carpet.

“Can I get you dressed, Princessa?”

“Mm…kay…” Charlie hummed. Vaggie smiled softly and started unbuttoning her clothes. Pants, blouse, bra, then underwear. Charlie wasn't all that helpful in the process, but thankfully she let Vaggie roll her around a bit in order to wrestle all her clothes off. Vaggie slipped the red dress over her head and pulled her arms through. She already looked so cute in her favorite cozy dress.

Vaggie stretched the pull-up out and subtly slipped it into the leggings. With one swift motion she got them both over Charlie's bottom, and thankfully avoided any fussing or tantrums over the oh-so-offensive pull-up. Lastly, she slipped Charlie's socks on and undid her ponytail.

There, cute as a button.

Charlie sat up with a dazed look on her face.

“Oh, my little one is so tired this evening. It's been a rough day, huh?” Charlie quietly placed her fingers and thumb in her mouth. 

“Oh, nuh uh uh mi amor. I got your binki. Let's try that with a binki.” Vaggie slipped a bright pink pacifier into Charlie's mouth, but no sooner had she done that, Charlie ripped it out and threw it at the wall behind Vaggie's head.

“No!” Charlie snapped. Vaggie blinked.“...Okay. That's fine. But listen to me-  Charlie, listen- be sweet tonight. Daddy's coming over and you know you wanna be kind to him, right?” Charlie scowled at the floor. Vaggie sighed. Oh lord, here we go again. Rough days lead to rough nights I guess, she thought begrudgingly.

[warmshotamilk]

I'll be honest, I really really hate when people say that age regressing can't be sexual. And I am talking about age regressing here, not ageplay

I age regress sometimes. Usually involuntarily under high amounts of stress, rarely I'll do it voluntarily if I think I need it in the moment. Regardless, sometimes when age regressing, because my body is still one of an ADULT, I will get horny. It happens. Bodies will body and sometimes my body will still react to things around me no matter how I am feeling mentally. It's natural

And I HATE that no one ever talks about that because it makes me feel like I'm the only one who goes through that. I HATE that if you even mention feeling any adult kind of way while age regressing then it automatically makes you some sort of predator (somehow???). I HATE how quickly people jump to "correcting" you if you mention sexuality in the same sentence as age regressing, and I hate that I even needed to feel the need to preemptively be like "hey, I know exactly what I'm talking about rn" at the beginning of this post

It's all exhausting. People are exhausting. Things are not as black and white as people are constantly trying to make them out to be

Anyways

Shout out to other age regressors that do get sexual while regressing, whether voluntarily or involuntarily

You are not disgusting and you are not alone

[immeasurablesaladagere]

sorry to ask for more headcanons but could I have some of little house and his little gear (esp pacifiers) :3 maybe featuring kitty :3

- @tummy-rubs-for-wilson-pup

Yay little gear headcanons! They're so much fun :)

Lots 👏 of 👏 toy 👏 cars 👏. Pesters Wilson to buy one for him every single time they go to a store, even if he’s big at the time. Snack runs to the grocery store will almost always contain a bonus Hot Wheels.

Does children’s math exercise booklets for fun like a little dork.

Kitty is his best friend that goes with him everywhere when he's regressed, including in public, no matter what age he is. A woman gave him a weird look in a coffee shop for it once and he tripped her with his cane on her way out.

He's got a lot of random toys that are small and cheap from those toy gumboil machine things and like dollar store bags of plastic farm animals.

He's got one of those shelves with the drawers and they're just full of stuff. Broken crayons, loose markers, toys from sets that are so scattered they basically aren't sets anymore, lego, coins, rocks, etc. etc. The only thing that's organized about it is the very top drawer where his paci box is.

The paci box is made of wood and engraved! Wilson got it for him from an antique store.

I think House would have three pacis. One for day-to-day use, the second to have if the first one breaks or is being washed, and the third was an impulse buy from a custom store.

His first one ever was plain white because he wasn't quite sure about other options and he only got one. He was very upset when he bit through it out of stress and then didn't have one anymore, god bless Wilson.

After that he got a pair, a black one and a white one.

It's kind of funny because he subconsciously picks one or the other depending on how he's feeling (negative and positive respectively) and it's a tipoff on how much of a trouble-maker he plans on being that day.

He typically uses the white one if he's feeling younger or tired.

The third custom one is black and has an epic flame pattern like his cane.

Wilson made Kitty a little suit to wear. It's a little shabby but House doesn't seem to care and hasn't mentioned it once.

He doesn't like bottles much. He's okay with sippy cups and had a lot of fun finding custom designs he liked. When he agreed to getting them Wilson was expecting something like this but instead he got this and this. He also likes adult water bottles with the straw in them.

Actively turns down open cups that are handed to him.

Has a soft space-blanket that he only pulls out when regressed.

Likes those teethers that you can freeze or the rubber ones because they're tough and he can bite into them hard when he's in pain or stressed out and not break them.

[cloudysugarpeachyvasha]

Fictional age regression challenge day 6:

An "unfitting" character (a villian, someone from horror, etc) that you hc as a regressor

Lord Karl Heisenberg

Headcanons:

• Age: 6-12

• Doesn't like being called his last name

• Hates mother caregivers

• Gets into sooooo much trouble 

• Like so so much trouble 

• Ethan has to watch him and keep him away from his workshop so he doesn't hurt himself 

• He is always working on something 

• Most of his projects center around sculpting with metal wire because they are much less dangerous 

• He always argues he can use big boy machinery and it's totally safe if he is only using his powers to use it (spoiler alert: it isn't)

• Ethan started by giving him cute plastic dishes and silverware, but he hated them (not only could he not manipulate them they were way too infantilizing)

• Ethan got him custom dishes with lots of carvings, and he loves them

• Karl has twisted and bent soooo many dishes and random knick knacks during hit temper tantrums 

• Karl is a very mischievous brother to but also takes care of her Rose

• He has made skis for a big dog bed and pulls Rose around on it all the time since it's more comfortable than a wagon and was more fun to build (whenever Ethan catches them he makes Karl go back to using a wagon)

• He has a horse plushie he carries with him everywhere 

• Donna even helped him get a chunk of metal inside his horse so he can carry it around with his powers (it's anatomically correct heart shaped,  to Ethan's dismay and irritation

• He has a giant flat elephant plushie he uses as a pillow and curls up on it a bit

• His favorite blanket is a simple quilt Donna helped and taught Ethan to make

• He plays dolls with Rose (using dolls made by Donna of course)

• He denies it no matter how little or big he is (he will however play dolls with Rose with Ethan present)

• He loves watching black and white horror and sci fi movies

• He also loves to watch a lot of spaghetti westerns

[issdisgrace]

I need Matt and nick age regression so badly I crave for wrestling age regression content

MATT AND NICK JACKSON AGE REGRESSING HCS

WARNINGS: None

A/N: This post is inspired by the lovely @electricsunshine. I can’t recommend them enough.

MATT

Regresses to around 4/5.

Is either the best boy in the world or the brattiest boy in the world. No inbetween with this man.

He tends to be energetic and outgoing, but he does have his times where he is relaxed and shy. However those relaxed times are few and fair inbetween.

Has a pretty big collection of stuff aniamals but his favorite one is a black bear plushy he got when he was a kid.

Loves making forts with you then cuddling up inside of them and watching a movie.

His favorite movie is Mulan. He's seen it hundreds of times and he can quote it word for word.

Loves to wear just your sweatshirt and boxers when he's in little space but he gets if he needs to wear something more than that.

NICK

Regresses to 5/6.

Good boy 24/7. And if he feels like he isn't being a good boy even when he is or if he thinks your mad or disapointed at him he will cry.

Shy and relaxed all the time unlike his brother.

Likes to color in coloring book but he also likes to draw. Gets even more shy and flustered if you hang something he colored or drew up.

Fuzzy socks. Is never not seen with fuzzy socks on he just loves them so much. He has a large collection of them and his favorite pair are ones that have cats on them.

Likes to watch cartoons instead of movies. However, his favorite cartoons are the Scooby Doo ones as that's what he grew up on.

BOTH

Cuddles bugs. They both LOVE cuddling, probably one of their top favorite things.

Picky eaters. Dino chicken nuggets being practically all they eat.

Forehead kisses. They both want them 24/7, 7 days a week.

Big fuzzy blankets. Both curl up in them when they take naps. Will have you wrap then like burritos in the blankets.

Storytelling. Loves when you tell stories, doesn’t matter if they are real or fake, yours or someone’s else’s as long as your telling a story they are both happy.

Apple juice. Be prepared to buy SO much apple juice. They drink it likes it’s the last thing of it on the earth.

[othernicknameisgaslighter]

The Wisp S2 - pt. 14

(Cross posted on tumblr and AO3)

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Y/N clutched onto the edge of the cold kitchen sink as she stared at the mirror in front of her. She looked… Different. A few scars clung to her porcelain arms and she had grown slightly taller.

People around got suspicious of her being a… Robot due to her uncanny face and her weirdly plastic looking arms. It wasn’t like she needed the mask, it was just… She wanted it there. 

But after last night, she had to come face to face- she chuckled at the pun she made- with her own body… Her own self. She stared at herself in the mirror before slowly taking the mask off with a ‘click!’.

She placed it on the counter, closing her eyes before breathing in and out… Eventually opening them. Y/N grimaced, it wasn’t the worst… It was just that she…

Y/N touched her scar and let out a shaky breath. The scar was discolored from her normal face, a little off-colored, and the texture was lumpy and rough to touch. The shape of the scar was jagged and irregular and dry.

She stared at herself in the mirror, touching the scar with a sigh as she slightly smiled. What would it matter anyways? Her family wasn’t here to judge her, and even if they were… Alive they wouldn’t judge her appearance.

Would they?

No, they’d never! They’d see her as Y/N. Y/N Hargreeves… She was Y/N Hargreeves, the one who sacrificed herself and got this scar from saving her team from something that could’ve been life threatening!

Something that could’ve killed them all if she hadn’t decided to step in and do something about it. Although she wasn’t pretty, the scar was heroic in a sense. A sense that gave her a need to belong. A need to heal and grow. Her first baby step was taking off that mask.

'You're ugly, y'know? It's not a very pretty scar and the mask was better then your actual face. You're ugly.'

Y/N felt her body tense up at the thought, sparing one last glance to her roughed up face before leaving the bathroom. She stretched before taking a few minutes to change out of her bathrobe.

Y/N wore a pastel teal, short-sleeved dress with a beige, pointed collar and a button-up front. She stared at the full-length mirror with a smile, her actual smile, that she didn’t seem to always wear. 'It won't be so bad... It's not ugly just very unattractive...' Y/N thought before brushing out the wrinkles in her dress.

She felt… Pretty. For the longest time she convinced herself she was a horribly ugly monster, someone who couldn’t be loved. Perhaps she could start with loving herself first?

'How can you love yourself when you look like that? Save everyone the trouble and hide yourself away before doing damage to everyone's eyes.'

She rubbed her arms, tracing a few scars before tugging on black Mary Jane-style shoes. One thing about the 60’s was that you had to dress the part.

And Y/N, or Cynthia Harris as she went by, did just that. It was a good thing her ability allowed her to pickpocket strangers for their money. It wasn’t very ethical but it helped her fit in. And now she was working well at a diner.

She was living a normal life. Of course, sometimes she used her power to cook efficiently or multitask better but either way she was great. She was, for once, a normal person (Minus the… Age regression and everything else).

Y/N’s heels clicked on the ground as she opened the car door and started to drive to work. Humming a song the radio was currently playing, Crazy by Willie Nelson, she sighed contently as she turned the corner.

Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely

I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue

I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted

And then someday you'd leave me for somebody new

She stopped the car, pocketing her keys before entering the diner. “Cynthia! You’re here pretty late.” Ernie said as his voice started trailing off and saw her scar, “Somethin’ happen a few weeks ago? I was wondering why you took a few days off but…”

“It’s nothing, Ernie. Just a little accident.” Y/N said with a tight smile.

'See? You're a freak. Unattractive and ugly are the least worse things that anyone could come up with. It's more then that, in fact.'

“Something just came up. But, I’m alright I promise.” She said, “Is everyone already here?”

The bell rang and a couple came in. Ernie and Y/N exchanged eye-contact before another one of the waitresses came from the back with her notepad already out. Y/N sighed before getting ready for a long day of work.

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The door creaked as she pushed it open, stepping into her small home with a heavy sigh. The weight of the day still clung to her—feet sore, back aching from hours spent rushing between tables, balancing trays of food and drinks.

 She dropped her bag by the door, kicking off her shoes with a tired grunt. The dull hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the quiet space.

She had been a waitress for over a year now, and though she didn’t mind the work, today had been rough—customers complaining, orders getting mixed up, Ernie breathing down her neck.

All she wanted was a hot shower and the comfort of her bed. But before she could even make it to the couch, a soft knock sounded at the door.

Frowning, she hesitated. She wasn’t expecting anyone. For a moment, she debated ignoring it altogether, but curiosity got the better of her. She padded across the room, pulling the door open just enough to peek out. 

Her breath caught. There, standing in the dim hallway, was a face she hadn’t seen in years. “Y/N?” His voice was tentative, almost as if he didn’t quite believe it was really her.

“Five?” She whispered, eyes wide in disbelief. Seeing him now, after so long, was like a ghost from her past reappearing at her doorstep.

Y/N blinked, still trying to process what was happening before slapping him harshly, “WHAT THE FUCK!” She yelled. Five hissed.

“Okay, maybe I deserve that.” He muttered.

“Yeah, you did.” Y/N said, crossing her arms. Five gave himself a moment to process seeing her.

She had changed from when he last saw her, which was a day ago. She'd grown a bit taller and… Her scar. Her scar was… Pretty.

Y/N had so many questions. Why was he here? What had brought him back after all this time? “You should come in,” she said finally, stepping aside to let him in. Her heart was still racing as she shut the door behind him.

They both sat down on the couch. Y/N stared at Five before standing and hugging him tightly, toppling over him as he groaned. “Why the fuck are you alive?! I thought you were dead!” Y/N exclaimed and Five felt himself grow warmer at her touch.

She pulled away, much to Five’s dismay, with a confused expression. "What're you doing here? Why're you just showing up now?"

Five started to explain, "Turns out, I messed everything up. Everyone's been scattered throughout the years of the early sixties in the alley way of-"

"Commerce and Knox, yeah, I know. I landed there too." Y/N nodded, "I assume you just got here today?"

"Yesterday actually," Five corrected, "But anyways, ten days from now, another apocalypse is coming."

Y/N's face drained of color, "We took the apocalypse here with us?" Five nodded. Y/N sighed, rubbing her face.

"You change your wardrobe?" Five asked and Y/N nodded. "It looks nice." Five said before changing the topic, "I need your help. When did you exactly get here?"

"Wait, wait, wait. Backtracking, did you just compliment me?" Y/N asked and Five nodded.

"Yes. Is that not normal?"

"I dunno, you're usually grumpy." She shrugged and Five rolled his eyes.

"I've complimented you before!" Five said and Y/N crossed her arms.

"Yeah, and that was when we were mentally and physically twelve." Y/N said and Five sighed.

"We're getting off-topic. When did you exactly get here, Y/N?" Five asked her.

"Maybe about five or four months ago? I dunno." Y/N shrugged. Five frowned, putting his thinking face on as he thought of possible plans. Y/N placed her hands on his shoulder. "Do you know where the others are, Five?"

Five made a 'so-so' gesture with his hands, "Sort of. I met Diego, he wants to kill the president, I met Luthur, he says he won't help me." Five said, "Vanya... I found her but she doesn't remember much and left."

Y/N sighed. "Alright, I'll help. But I swear if-"

"Everything will be fine, Y/N." Five said, taking Y/N's hand into his. "Promise." He smiled. Y/N's face softened as Five let go of her hand, both of them clearing their throats.

“Did you want some coffee?” Y/N asked, her voice now soft. A familiar thing that Five… Loved.

“Sure.” Five said and Y/N smiled before going to her kitchen and pouring Five his coffee. Just the way he liked, black.

“Here… It might be cold though.” Y/N said as she came back with two mugs. The two of them sat across from each other as they slowly sipped at their beverages. “Sorry I slapped you.”

“It’s fine, I deserve it anyways. I mean, I left you guy’s stranded here and showed up just now.” Five said dryly. “It did hurt though.”

Y/N laughed slightly and Five smiled, he… Liked it. He liked her smile, liked her laugh, everything… He just liked her. “When did you decide the mask wasn’t doing it for you?” Five asked.

'He thinks it's scary. Of course he does, I mean, he's not wrong after all.'

Y/N's smiled tightened at the thought before speaking, “Well, it’s me. Whether I like it or not and there’s nothing I can do about it.” She smiled.

“Well, sounds about right.” Five said with a smile, “I’m happy for you, Y/N.”

Y/N felt herself flush red and heat up, clearing her throat. “Thank you, Five…” She said quietly before changing the subject, “I’m assuming you need my help stopping the apocalypse from happening again?”

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"Woah, who's this girl here?" Lila asked, "Your girlfriend?"

"Hi, I'm Y/N." The girl smiled, holding her hand out. Lila looked at her hand before shaking her hand.

"Well I have to say, she's rising to the top of my favorites quickly because you are a little shit." Lila pointed to Five.

Y/N chuckled and Five sighed, "Don't encourage her, Y/N."

"So I'm right, you guys are dating?" Lila grinned.

"No."

"Nope, definitely not."

"Wow, okay, getting a lot of denial vibes right now." Lila said, raising her arms up in defense. "Unless you two are exes, you shouldn't be so offended like that."

Five and Y/N looked at each other before Five rolled his eyes and Y/N sighed, "We're not exes." Five said.

"We're friends." Y/N said. Lila made a noise of disapproval before crossing her arms and hearing Five's plan.

“Well, nice to meet you Y/N. That’s a pretty shitty scar you have.” Lila pointed to her face and snickered as Five snapped his head up to give Lila a glare. “I like it. Makes you look even more badass.”

Y/N blinked twice before chuckling nervously. “Thanks?”

Five rolled his eyes, interrupting their conversation. "Back to the more important topic, we have a lead on our dad."

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"So what's the plan?" Lila asked as they all hid behind a blue car. She was dressed in a nice blue colored dress and Five and Diego were both in suits. 

Well, Five was in his usual attire but it was fancy enough for him. Y/N crouched down next to Five. 

"We infiltrate, we identify, we extract. Double time." Diego said softly, turning to Lila with a smile before turning back.

"What the hell is he talking about?" Lila asked, turning to the duo with a confused expression.

"Means we kill him and get out fast." Y/N said quietly.

"That's what I just said." Diego turned to Lila, "On me." Diego crouched down low and traveled to the next set of cars.

"After you." Lila turned to Five and Y/N. Five glared at her. "What, I can't be polite?"

"Cut the crap." Five spat as Y/N watched silently, "All right? My dimwitted brother might buy your bullshit, but I don't trust you for a second."

"O ye of little faith." Lila smirked before looking at Y/N, "And does your little girlfriend here feel the same?"

"Depends if you actually do betray us or not." Y/N said and with that, the trio both moved forward with Diego.

As they entered the large house, soft mariachi music rang through the air. Five grabbed two glasses of champagne and handed one to Y/N. She gave him a smile.

Diego looked around, "I don't see dad anywhere." He said.

"Just keep an eye out for the magic twelve." Five said, taking a sip of champagne and Y/N doing the same, "We got upstairs. Diego, try not to do anything stupid."

Five held Y/N's hand as they both went up together and Lila turned to Diego, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think that they'd be going upstairs to do... Other things. "

"Her and Five?" Diego said in disbelief before thinking, "I... Kind of see it."

Back upstairs, Y/N leaned on one of the polished wooden tables in the hallways. "Hm. Never had champagne." She said as Five let go of her hand.

"Really?" Five turned to Y/N. She shrugged.

"Missed out on a lot of things." Y/N said. Five nodded, understanding.

"Well, maybe when this is all over in the future, we could make a bucket list and check it off." Five suggested, "After all, I am getting closer to retirement!"

Y/N nodded, raising her now empty champagne glass. "Cheers to that. Y'know, I'm getting closer to retirement too now that I think about it." She thought with a slight smile.

"What did you try doing that made you die anyways?" Five asked. Y/N froze before toying with the glass in her hand.

'It was your fault. You shouldn't have done anything, you should've done better...'

“It was…” Y/N thought for a second before speaking again, “It’s complicated really. Stupid of me actually.” She looked away, turning her gaze to the floor.

Five turned the girl's head to look at him. She stayed silent as they both stared at each other.

"Y'know, you keep doing that thing." Y/N said quickly, turning her head away from Five. "That little head turning thing." She chuckled quietly before leaning in with a smirk, "You're starting to make me think that you like me, Mr. Five."

Five rolled his eyes, playing along. "Well, Mrs. Y/N, it seems as though you've gotten the wrong idea."

Y/N pursed her lips into a smile, adjusting Five's tie. "Well I'll be damned. And here I thought I was special."

Suddenly loud footsteps were heard from the stairs and Y/N and Five quickly hid in a room. The sound of a door opening and locking echoed through the silence before Five and Y/N exited the room. 

They looked at each other before nodding and Five held her hand, jumping her into the room that the strangers went into. All that was left was the empty glass of champagne that Y/N held. 

Five had ended up jumping them into a closet together. Y/N almost sneezed because of the dust and Five covered her mouth.

"The president is continuing to make inquiries into Roswell and the other crash sites, gentlemen." A voice said. Five and Y/N peeked through the blinds to see who was talking. "And, as you know, we cannot allow him to get his nose into our business. I've confirmed that the motorcade will indeed be turning left on Elm street. We'll have our people in place."

"Gentlemen, this plan of yours seems ill-timed." Another voice said. A very very familiar voice.

"It's going to be a turkey shoot." Another man sitting on the black couch said.

There was a soft clattering in the closet, probably the hangers as Five muttered something under his breath. Dad turned around, pulling a stick from the fireplace and walking to the closet. Five and Y/N looked at each other before holding hands once again, jumping from the closet to outside in the hallway.

It was now getting darker and the sky turned a nice shade of blue. They both turned to see a white haired man wearing a white suit glaring at the two of them. The white haired man shoved Five from side to side before jumping out of his arms.

Y/N grabbed the table in the hallway, just dodging the man and smashing it on the side of his torso. Five came up and tried to crack his neck, but his strength was obviously not as strong in his teen body and he grunted as he was thrown away. 

Y/N grabbed a picture frame on the ceiling and used the sharp corners to slice his face. She gritted her teeth as the man grabbed her shoulders and bashed his forehead onto hers. 

Five grunted as he was getting punched by the man. Y/N smashed her fist in the window, taking the sharp pieces of glass and using it to slice the man's side. What was uncanny was that the stranger didn't even scream.

"Five! Can you jump us out of here?" Y/N asked. Five tried but struggled. "You didn't eat or drink anything, did you?" Five shrugged.

"Does champagne count?" Five asked before landing a punch to the man's face. Y/N groaned before roundhouse kicked the man in the face.

"He could kill us if he wanted, so I'm suspecting that he's trying to bring us in!" Y/N shouted as the man held her throat and threw her to the side.

"Well, you're correct about that!" Five shouted and landed a hit to the man's stomach. "Can't you just, I dunno, use your power and throw him out the window?!" Five asked as he was thrown to the side.

"Look, I didn't eat anything or drink anything other than champagne either, alright?!" Y/N shouted and ran up to the man, sweep kicking and allowing the man to fall to the ground. The man stood up back again and Y/N sighed, "Oh c'mon. What're you gonna say? 'I can do this all day' or something?" She asked before getting thrown to the side. Five was also thrown to the side as well before out of nowhere, Lila came through.

She hung from the chandelier and choked the man out with her legs. Lila flipped the man over and Five and Y/N hurried to throw him out the window. 

As they finished, they looked over to see Reginald and another woman outside. Five and Y/N exchanged looks before he jumped the both of them outside.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

The Eclipses Show

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,623 Words

Summary: The Solar and Crescent interaction we’ve all been waiting for.

Warnings: Abuse, Trauma, Panic, Injury, Physical Abuse, Physiological Abuse, Broken Bone, Dislocated Joint, Pain, Violence, Eye Trauma, Age Regression (involuntary, stress response), Fighting (mentioned), let me know if I should add anything else.

Chapter 6: Pull Me Out The Train Wreck

Solar was cleaning now that Umbra and Phase were sleeping up in their room. It was slightly relieving to clean. It was a habit ingrained from Corona and made substantially worse with Crescent to keep things clean after the kids left for the day.

Crescent threw fits if he happened to come down and see things dirty. Plus kids were dirty little creatures, no matter how cute they were.

Solar smiled while cleaning, thinking about Lunar. He was safe. Lunar was safe and alive again. Even if Lunar was too busy or traumatized to see him, it was nice knowing he was okay.

Solar heard something behind him and figured Phase got up finally as he idly continued wiping down craft tables and restocking the finger paints and paper.

“You okay? Feeling better, Phasey?” Solar asked.

“Good try, but I’m not a useless parasite.” Crescent growled. Solar froze up and stopped working.

“W-What do you want?” Solar asked softly.

“I want you to turn around and look at me!” Crescent hissed. Solar hesitated, which seemed enough for Crescent as his brother wrenched him around by his arm to face him, crushing his elbow in the process with the joint crackling and snapping with fizzles of oil on wires.

“Cres, please.” Solar whispered.

“No! Don’t you start begging me now. You didn’t let my brother live and he begged for his life!” Crescent growled.

“Cres, he pushed me out, I didn’t kill him.” Solar tried to tell him.

“Liar!” Crescent threw Solar to the side and it landed him in the ground level of one of the play structures. Solar’s leg fizzled and sparked with injury and he held it with his good hand, wincing at his limp lower right leg.

“Run! Run away little pest before I break you again!” Crescent growled as he came into the play structure after him.

Solar immediately panicked as the lights went out in the daycare as Crescent entered the play structure, sending the daycare into pitch blackness since he hadn’t fixed the stars yet.

Solar took heavy breaths as he quickly began to crawl up to the second level, dragging his limp right calf and foot and wincing as he used his crushed left elbow, too desperate to get away to care about the pain of it.

Solar swore he heard Crescent right behind him as he got to the taller area with a mini foam pit and he immediately went into it, struggling through it as he desperately tried to get away.

“Run little rat!” Crescent growled from behind him and Solar immediately sped up as he dragged himself from the foam pit and darted around the sharp turn into the bridge area.

Solar crawled across the bridge to the other play structure as quickly as he could, nearly hyperventilating now as he was in a full blown panic. Not only was it dark but he felt like a cornered mouse in a maze.

He quickly made his way up to the third level of the other structure with growls and scratching sounds following him. Solar startled to a halt feeling a dead end cutout of the structure. Solar yelped feeling scratches burrowing into his lower back from Crescent’s claws.

The searing pain couldn’t make him stop now, he would get broken again if he stopped! Solar darted back through Crescent’s legs and clambered through the level back to the second level, hearing a loud growl from the level above and the banging and scratching sound of Crescent following him again.

Solar felt the wooden tiny bridge and began climbing over it. Solar yelped as he fell through it as he tried to go over it, giving a sob as he landed on his side and felt a rib crack upon the impact to the ground level. Solar squirmed with pain as he clawed his way from the play structure.

He heard Crescent in the first level and screamed as he got slammed into the ground with a hard punch that hit to his head hard against the daycare floor and shattered his eye left lens.

Solar saw the lights come back on and looked up at Crescent over him with a deadly look in his eyes. Solar’s breath was fast and shallow, hyperventilating as he trembled with terror.

“I caught you little mouse!” Crescent snarled.

“Please, I love you.” Solar begged with a hiccup.

“I don’t believe you!” Crescent snarled and grabbed Solar’s throat, halting Solar from continuing to fight. His brain felt like it turned off. Crescent was holding the most vital piece of his endo and his brain just…turned off.

It felt fuzzy and warm in his head, like his head was feeding him something safer than what was happening. Solar liked this feeling, it felt safe and comfortable.

Solar felt something suddenly jerk Crescent off him and the hand on his throat left as he looked up curiously and gasped seeing Phase with a balled, damaged fist and smoking with rage. Umbra was kneeling on Crescent’s back, holding Crescent’s arms on the daycare floor, growling up a storm and practically shaking with rage at Crescent.

Solar grabbed for Phase, eyes beginning to tear up and a hiccup leaving him as he began to sob. Everything felt too much. He felt too small for this! He wanted to be held and care for, not chased again!

“Hey, you’re safe, Sol. It’s me. It’s Phase. He won’t hurt you again.” Phase assured Solar as he gathered the orange and brown bot into his arms and held him close.

“I scared! No light! Chase me!” Solar sobbed put, burying his face into Phase’s neck.

“Solar, how old do you feel?” Phase’s voice began soft and open, it sounded so inviting and warm. Solar liked that voice, he liked Phase’s baby voice.

Solar held up two fingers and looked up at Phase with interest as to why he felt so little. Why did two feel right? He was older than that, his AI was at least 18.

“Good boy, good job. I’m so proud of you, little one. Come on, let’s go upstairs and make the ouchies feel better, okay?” Phase asked him. Solar nodded into his neck.

Phase stood up and carried Solar upstairs to their room, laying Solar gently onto the older boy’s bed. Well…younger. Solar was the youngest right now. Poor Solar’s knee had been dislocated and his elbow joint had been crushed and his left eye lens cracked.

“This is gonna hurt a little. Do you want a friend to hold?” Phase asked him.

“P’ease?” Solar asked with a slow nod. Phase gave Solar a brown bear plushie to squeeze and pet over his head.

“What’s their name, little one? Does your friend have a name?” Phase asked to engage him to the bear.

“Cwader.” Solar slurred out. Phase softened at the cute baby talk, it was a little thing Phase loved hearing was baby talk, it was a soft spot for him and Phase caved every time.

“Crater?” Phase asked, getting a big excited nod back. “That’s a wonderful name for your friend. Make sure you squeeze Crater tight, okay? Me and Crater are gonna make you feel better.” Phase told Solar, putting his hands into the dislocated limb and about to pop it back into place.

Solar squeezed Crater and gave a loud sob as Phase popped his knee back into place. Phase immediately went up after and held his face.

“It’s over. It’s over, okay? No more. You’re okay. Just breathe and squeeze Crater, baby. I’m sorry.” Phase cooed to him, holding Solar to his shoulder and rock to poor little thing. He shouldn’t have to feel this pain when he was too little to fully understand it.

“Good job, little bone, I’m so proud of you.” Phase whispered once Solar relaxed, Phase pet his rays and wiped the tears off his face as he took out the cracked lens and replaced it with a new one painlessly, dabbing off the tears from Solar’s face.

The elbow was painless, taking out the crushed joint and replacing it with a new one. Solar didn’t even flinch through it, eyes shut against Phase’s shoulder as he rested and cuddled Crater with his good arm.

Umbra came back in cleaning oil off his arm and smiled at Phase. Phase looked at the oil and then Umbra’s face, silently questioning him. Umbra made a gesture of breaking something and pointed to his arm, knowing Solar was too distraught to hear that Umbra broke Crescent’s arm.

“How is he?” Umbra asked, rubbing Solar’s upper back and looking at the scratches on his lower back.

“He’s regressing, he’s two.” Phase whispered.

“I’ll fix his back.” Umbra whispered, taking off the damaged casing and placing orange and brown replacement casing. Solar gave a whine and his eyes opened wide and looked back at Umbra, giving a happy squeal and grabbing at him excitedly for a hug.

Umbra gave a little happy smile as he took Solar from Phase’s arms and held him, laying onto Solar’s bed and Phase cuddled up to Solar’s back, arm around him to keep him feeling safe.

“What do you wanna watch, little star?” Umbra asked Solar.

“Wanna watch Tink.” Solar looked up at him with a little pout, silently begging for Tinker Bell.

“Of course, little one. we’ll watch Tink.” Umbra agreed and turned on their TV on and turned on Tinker Bell: The Secret of the Wings, which made Solar wriggle happily between them and settle in to watch the movie.

Phase and Umbra had a sleeping little between them soon enough, Crater cuddled into Solar’s arms and snuggled up to Umbra’s shoulder as Phase held around Solar’s waist.