#obx agere

[agerefandomrambles]

JJ agere headcannons

Has the biggest age range out of anyone

I'm talking infant to like 15

Regresses due to trauma

Almost always involuntary

Hyper kiddo

Needs 2 caregivers, he tends to overwhelm just one

The baby of the group

LOVES swimming

Gets tired really easily

I have no reasoning for this but he has glow in the dark stars on his ceiling

[cyberskulzzz]

hey sweetheart!☆

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 ~ My name‘s Sprotte,I go by she/they. welcome to my tumblr page! always feel free to send request if you want to,Im always open for a quick chat or writing headcanons,blurbs or making moodboards.

who I write for:

~Percy Jackson🪩 ~Charlie Spring,Nick Nelson and Tori Spring🐇 ~Chris Sturniolo⭐️ ~Matt Sturniolo🍒 ~Nick Sturniolo🥞 ~All my babysitter‘s vampire characters💌 ~All obx characters🧸 ~Most Shameless characters🎧

what do I write:

~blurbs,headcanons,moodboards  ~cg/little character                                                        ~little reader 

I wont write anything sexual,age regression is NOT a kink,its a coping mechanism! 

[steddiemunsington]

A friendly hello to my favourite person on tumblr! Im not sure if you write reader x character but if you do…could you please write litte reader x cg pouges,and its the pouges always trying to get reader outside,like just to the beach or playing in the garden cause they never goes outside and fresh air is good for them but reader is always like nah and just walks inside again cause theyre not a very much an out door person. That would be so amazing and might make me leave my house lol. Have a great day <3

awefvdbtb thank you :( <3 i’m down to write some x reader! i'm always inside too so i can definitely relate (sorry this took so long) also reader is gender neutral!

blue skies | little!reader + cg!pogues

There was no doubt that it was a beautiful day in the Outer Banks. The sun shined brightly over the town, paired with a clear blue sky and a nice breeze. A day this nice could not be wasted, and the Pogues undoubtedly had plans to take advantage of the nice weather. Plans that were interrupted by one minor obstacle: getting you out of the house.

Since they'd met you, you'd never been much of an outdoor-person, much more content to spending your time inside watching movies or playing games. A stark contrast to the rest of the Pogues, who practically live outside. As much as they want to respect your wishes, they also think you might be developing a vitamin D deficiency.

"Come on, kid! The weather outside is amazing," Cleo says, opening up the curtains in the living room to let in the sunlight.

You wince at the light, cuddling more into the couch where you lay. “Nooo.”

Pope stands with hands on his hips. “You cannot stay in here all day.”

You stick your tongue out at him before hiding under the blanket with your favorite plush, causing the group to laugh.

"As cute as you look, I think it'd be a good idea for you to get some sun," Sarah says, coming over and sitting with you. You scoot closer to her, leaning your head on her shoulder with a pout, although they couldn’t see it due to the blanket covering your head. Sarah pets your head through the fabric.

"Wanna stay inside," you whine. Sarah rubs your back, giving the others a look that says help me out here?

It's JJ's turn now, so he sits on the floor in front of you and Sarah. He slowly pulls the blanket off your head, much to your reluctance, but you allow it. You’re met with a familiar wide smile and bright blue eyes.

“How about this,” JJ starts. “If you come out with us, we’ll take you to eat at your favorite place,” he propositions. "Wherever you wanna go."

The look on your face told them that you weren’t convinced, so John B steps in. “And we’ll get you a new toy on the way home. How does that sound?” he holds out a pinkie to you, elbowing JJ so that he does the same.

You stare at their fingers for a few seconds, contemplating whether or not you should agree. "Can we get a treat too?"

They laugh, nodding. "Yes, we can get however many treats you’d like. Now?" John B and JJ reach their pinky fingers out, grinning when you hook your pinkies with theirs. Everyone lets out a victory cheer, Kiara muttering something about how he shouldn't bribe a baby, but nevertheless is happy to get you out the house.

They take you to the beach, where JJ, John B, and Pope go surfing and teaching you how to use a boogie board. The girls cheer you on when John B finally manages to get you to stand on his surfboard.

“You got this, baby!” he cheers, helping to catch you whenever you fall and holding you tight so you don’t get pulled too far into the waves.

You spend hours in the water and running through the sand, and the day goes by faster than you think. Soon enough the sun is beginning to set and before you know it, your caregivers are packing your belongings and telling you that it's time to leave. Even though you hadn't wanted to go before, you find yourself feeling a bit sad at the idea of the fun ending. But your caregivers reassure you that they'd take you to the beach everyday if you wanted them to.

not fully proofread like most things i write, so my apologies for any mistakes <3

[agerefandomrambles]

Reblogging these for credit

Can I pretty please request a Chase (House md) DNI board, a JJ (outerbanks) DNI board or a Newt (maze runner) DNI board

-🦆

ive never made these before so i hope they're okay!

[agerefandomrambles]

Caregiver Sarah headcanons

Softest mama ever

Does better with younger littles

An absolute sucker for puppy dog eyes

^doesn't do great with enforcing rules

A super cuddle bug

Loves having physical contact with her little at all times

^always has her hand on your back or thigh. Just reminding you that she's there

LOVES to spoil you (has money and will use it)

The best cook. Doesn't matter what you want she can make it

Favourite activity with a little is napping. Just being able to cuddle up and foegt the world exists is the best part to her.

[steddiemunsington]

welcome to my blog! • ᴗ •

✿ you can call me lili! i go by any pronouns. i love sharks, coffee, horror movies, and sweets! i talk about agere a lot! i made this blog to talk about all my interests in one place ᵕ̈

interests i like to talk about:

outer banks (!!!!)

stranger things

marvel (specifically spiderman and iron man)

julie and the phantoms

criminal minds

umbrella academy

911

i also like to write sometimes! my ao3 is steddiemunsington and i pretty much just write agere things <3 i might post some drabbles and things here and may even take requests as well!!

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE AN NSFW/KINK BLOG, HOMOPHOBIC, ABLEIST, RACIST, FOLLOW ANY OTHER GENERAL DNI CRITERIA, ANTI-SHIP, OR ARE ANTI-AGE REGRESSION!

MASTERLIST

OUTER BANKS

JJ:

Little JJ HCs | Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3

JJ getting impatient on a roadtrip

Caregiver JJ caring for chronically ill regressor reader

Rafe:

Caregiver Rafe HCs

Kiara:

Caregiver Kiara HCs

Kiara HCs

Kie and the Bee

John B:

Age regressor / Caregiver John B HCs

Pogues:

Age Regression HCS

STRANGER THINGS

Eddie

Little Eddie HCS | Pt. 1 / Pt. 2

Steve

Little Steve HCS | Pt. 1

Chrissy

Little Chrissy HCS | Pt. 1

Pairings:

Hellcheer HCS

[agerefandomrambles]

Outerbanks Masterlist:

Headcanons

Little! JJ

Little!John B

Flip!Kiara

Cg! Sarah

Little!Sarah + Cg! JJ

Moodboards:

Flip! Kiara

Little!Sarah + Cg!JJ

Drabbles:

JJ is a picky eater

Fics:

A bad day: Little! John B + JJ, Cg! John B + JJ

Beach day: Little! Sarah, Cg! JJ + Kiara

The start of something new: Little! JJ, Cg! John B

[steddiemunsington]

i just cane back to tumblr and saw you're back too, so I hope you're doing alright!!

I've been rewatching obx (what else is new) and baby j is pretty much the only thing i think about 😭

i was wondering if you had any more hcs left about him? i know i always ask about him, but you just do him justice!!

plus you're literally one of the only obx agere writers I've seen

i genuinely hope you're doing alright <3

hii welcome back! yes i ALWAYS have hcs for my little pookie <3 i’m glad you think i do him justice because i adore him

more little!jj hcs

does a little happy dance when he eats his favorite foods

LOVES piggy back rides

not allowed to sit in the front of the car/van (because he wont stop touching the aux/radio + hes too small!!)

a bit more sensitive when regressed. emotions that he would usually try to push away he lets himself feel when hes regressed

thinks cleo is so cool

LOVES bubble baths. he likes giving himself bubble beards

on days when he regresses to the point where he may need a pacifier, he always has to have a clip on or else he’ll lose it

needs something to watch when he eats (bluey more often than not)

if age regression bothers you or you are nsfw, please do not interact! no need to be rude :(

[starkeyshirt]

Kitchen Calls

jj x john b

i wrote this quite while ago! it's not necessarily an age regression story, but i imagine jj as an age dreamer of sorts, so i figured it kind of fits. enjoy!

tw//: abuse, blood, injuries, crying.

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    JJ's ribs stung with an undeniable pain; echoing through his body with every kick. Blood dripped from his lips and his vision blurred in and out.

  "Piece of shit!" Luke screamed at his son, kicking him in the ribs one last time before chucking the almost-empty bottle at his head. The glass shattered against JJ's skin, causing it to erupt in an unbelievable amount of pain. "You're the damn reason your momma left, you know it too! Should've killed you a long time ago, boy."

   JJ watched with bleary eyes as his father stomped off, slamming their crappy door against it's hinges. He could hear the stomping until his truck started, then, he was gone. JJ knew he wasn't in the clear; his father would return, and nobody wanted to be around when he came home. Coughing up more blood, the blond boy forced himself into a sitting position. His soft, golden mop fell over his eyes, mixing with sweat, blood, and tears on his face.

  JJ's ribs throbbed almost unbearably as he stood up, leaning against the counter for stability. He was damn sure his stomach was blotches of any color but the pale tan it should be. It always was when his dad was done with him.

  JJ has learned overtime what to simply expect from his dad, what to know was going to happen before it did. He knew what pain was coming when he showed up at home after weeks without money for his dad. He knew what names he would be called, and that he probably wouldn't even make it to his room to grab the belongings he came there for. JJ knew all these things, yet he still went back. He probably always would; until the day his father killed him.

  Somewhere in his slightly brainwashed methods of thinking, JJ completely believed everything his father told him was true; Ungrateful, stupid, useless, unlovable. They were all things his father called him the most, and in some ways, they did in fact apply to JJ.

  He convinced himself he was ungrateful. He still cried when his father gave him what he deserved, even when he did nothing to contribute to their poverty. He did nothing to help his dad; he didn't give him enough money, he pushed him to drink. He was ungrateful.

  JJ convinced himself he was stupid. He failed classes in school and barely tried, too preoccupied with himself to focus on class. He led his friends into dangerous situations with dangerous people, simply because he didn't use his head. He thought with the weed he smoked, and all that did was give him a false sense of confidence. He was stupid.

   He convinced himself he was useless; never really needed to anyone, just there. He mooched off of everyone and everything around him, barely contributing to his friends or his own father. He didn't do them any good, only weighing them down with his own mental and emotional baggage. JJ was useless.

  And most of all, JJ convinced himself he was unlovable. It's the perfect word to describe him, in his own mind. Unable to be loved by his own father, who despises him because of his mother. At one point in time he earned his mother's love, only for her to rip it all away when she left without a warning. Without a goodbye. Unlovable to everyone and anyone, because nobody could love somebody as messed up as JJ Maybank.

  "Fuck!" The blond screamed, fist colliding harshly with the cheaply stained wood creating his father's joke of a kitchen. Tears flowed heavily down his cheeks, an expression filled with none other than emotion on his face. Simple emotion, that's the only way he would put it.

  Cuts from the glass dropped coppery blood down his face, and his ribs pounded from their squished position against his knees. JJ's hands intertwined into his hair, pulling desperately against his blond locks in a weak attempt to stop the wave of emotions threatening to rip through his tear ducts. JJ kept a firm grip on his hair, attempting to stand himself upright to no avail; waves of pain ripped through his ribs, sending him to the ground with a yelp of pain.

  He weakly wiggled his phone from his pocket, punching in a number he had memorized by heart. JJ hated with everything he had to call for help, fully believing he didn't deserve it. But he was wasting time, and he really didn't want to be lying on the floor when his dad stormed in again, more drunk than he was before.

  "J? What's taking you so long, I thought you only went for clothes?" John B's warm, concerned voice broke through the ringing, filling JJ's heart with a love he felt he didn't deserve. Sobs ripped from the boy's mouth; violent, harsh cries filled to the brim with pain and suffering, immediately making John B fill with panic. After all the years he'd been friends with JJ, been with JJ, he'd never heard him cry like that.

"I can't take this anymore," JJ sobbed, hearing the faint start up of their van, the Twinkie, while John B left the chateau. "I'm so tired."

  "Hey, babe, you've gotta breathe. I'm coming to get you, just breathe. Remember what we talked about?" John B soothed, listening to JJ's breathing becoming increasingly uneven and rapid, the boy spiraling himself into an anxiety induced panic attack quickly.

  "Yeah." JJ replied faintly, bringing his left hand up to his face. He held his thumb merely a few centimeters away from his lips, blowing gently onto it. As a kid, JJ would suck his thumb to calm himself down. He stopped by the time he was nine, his father having broken his left thumb after he caught him with it between his lips. Men don't need comfort, was what he had said. From that time until just a few months ago, JJ was at a loss for a way to comfort himself, always spiraling into horrible panic attacks until he'd choke on his own tears and throw up or breathe too fast and pass out. He hated it. After multiple situations in which John B was left to slow his boyfriend's rapid breathing, he noticed how he always had his left hand near his face, fisted with only his thumb out. Anybody else might not have noticed it, but after multiple times, John B caught on. Together, they had done some testing and came up with another thing that helped JJ focus and calm himself, a coping mechanism without the trauma his father caused him so early in his life.

   John B smiled fondly as he sped down the street light roads, listening to JJ softly blowing against his thumb time after time again, his breathing obviously recovering in the slightest.

  "Good boy, J. You're doing so good." John B praised softly, pulling in outside JJ's broken home. He didn't hesitate to fly up the old steps and into the other boy's kitchen.

  The sight would've been deemed precious by John B if it we're for the circumstances. JJ was sat against the cupboards, his right arm tightly around his knees, holding them close to his chest. His thumb was still held against his lips, although his mouth was parted slightly. Instead of blowing on his finger he had settled for resting it in-between his lips, having grown tired of blowing air out of his lungs.

  "Hey, c'mon. Let's get home," John B offered, crouching down carefully next to his wounded boyfriend. JJ shuffled ever so slightly, just enough so John B could swoop one arm under his legs and his other supporting his back. A whine escaped his breath when his ribs were jostled, John shushing him. JJ stuck his face into the other's horrible, horrible brightly colored shirt, breathing in the scent he loved so much.

  John B hummed softly as he carried JJ to the car, hating how small and fragile the boy seemed in his arms. He was probably one of the only people to ever see this side of JJ; he was always cracking jokes and rambling off, making himself the loud, boisterous one of the group to cope. JJ was never sad, and it hurt to see him hurting. John B would never get used to it.

  "Hey, I'm gonna run in and grab your clothes and stuff, okay? I don't want you coming back here for a while," John B explained gently placing the blond down in the front seat. Not much more than a wince escaped his lover's lips, a small nod being given in response to the question. "I'll be right back."

  JJ's busted lip left an imprint of coppery blood on John B's lips when he gave him a small peck, only making the brunette feel guilty. Guilty, only that he couldn't protect his boy.

  John B gathered both things JJ needed and things he knew JJ would want, because those were two completely different things. Shirts, shorts, sunglasses, toothbrush (JB would never admit it out loud, but he truly didn't appreciate sharing his own toothbrush every single morning); all things JJ would need. Then, he tossed in extra hoodies and his blanket, grabbing his fluffy (and in JJ's words very manly) pillow and stuffing it under his arm. That's another thing he's learned about JJ over the years. Despite living in the Outer Banks, the blond boy always insisted on piling himself under as many soft things as he could find after something traumatic happens. It was always a few hours later, after things settled and his wounds or anything else were cared for, but it happened everytime without a doubt. The first few times John B had witnessed JJ do this, he quite frankly thought the boy was going to suffocate himself. Overtime, though, JJ even managed to get John B to join him under all the blankets and pillows, cuddling together as if they were in Antarctica and freezing to death. It was a comfort thing, he supposed.

  The sky was dark already, the day having passed quicker than either boy expected. JJ was slowly bouncing back to his usual self on the way back, still very much hurt and upset, but just a little tiny bit less miserable.

  "C'mon, Princess. It's time for the chateau nurse to take over your injuries," John B joked, playfully bowing down as he opened JJ's car door. He (carefully) scooped the boy into his arms, listening to the small, wet giggles escaping his boyfriend's throat. JJ sniffed repeatedly, having been too stubborn in the car to blow his nose. Sometimes, John B wondered how he ever started dating such an man-child, but he'd love him nonetheless.

  John B carried everything in with only one trip, JJ in his arms, the bag slung over his neck. JJ held onto his pillow. Everything got tossed beside the couch, JJ being set delicately on one of the cushions. John B turned towards the bathroom for their medical supplies. "Don't move."

  "It's not like I'm gonna limp to Figure 8," JJ replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

John B rolled his eyes as well. "Happy to see you're feeling better."

  John B returned within seconds, carrying an arm-load of bandages, antiseptic, cotton rounds, and a joint. He handed JJ the lit joint, placing it in-between the boy's lips directly. John B then bent down to lift JJ's shirt over his head, the smaller blond purposefully blowing the smoke from the joint into his face.

  John B sighed, glancing at the variously unnatural colors covering his boyfriend's midsection. JJ's ribs were swollen black and blue, bits of yellow mixed in with it. It hurt him everytime he had to see his love like that, beaten like a dog by the person supposed to love him most. John B knew JJ saw the look on his face, watching with soft eyes as the boy looked away guilty, looking much like a kicked puppy.

  "Hey, look at me," John B instructed, dragging his hand up to JJ's chin. He redirected his focus, turning his head until the boy was meeting his eyes. "None of this is your fault. You don't deserve to be treated this way, by anyone. You're perfect."

  Instead of avoiding his gaze, blue orbs simply stared into brown ones, a sinful guilt trickling out of them. "I do deserve it, John B. I drove him to be like this."

  "You didn't drive anyone anywhere, JJ. He's not a real man, only an excuse for a coward who takes his own misfortunes out on his child," John be signed, dabbing a cotton rounds with alcohol, bringing it up to JJ's face. "This might sting, bud."

  The alcohol did in fact sting, strangled and suppressed whimpers escaping the blond's lips until John B was finished. "Sh, we're all done now."

  With his face now free of glass shards and blood, the only noticable injuries were the scrapes left and the puffiness of his busted lip. John B could see the tiredness in his boyfriend's eyes, releasing the boy from his couch captivity whilst he left to return the first aid supplies to their normal places.

   JJ was quick to hop back off the couch, scurrying around in a slightly handicapped manner; gathering all the blankets, pillows, and hoodies he could find. He made a small nest on the couch, draping a fuzzy blanket over his bare shoulders, wrapping it around himself before holding it tightly against his chest.

  Bundled up and content with the amount of soft items he found, JJ set off towards John B's bedroom to find the older boy. John B was stood by the bed, preparing to toss an old Heywards hoodie over his bare torso. JJ assumed that Pope left that hoodie at the chateau sometime a year or two ago, and it ended up being one of the 'community' hoodies. JJ was pretty sure everyone in their group had worn it at some point, even Kie.

  John B caught his boyfriend's eye quickly, stopping his movements when JJ shook his head firmly. "I can't wear a hoodie?"

  "Nope," JJ stated firmly, shuffling forward to grab the brunette's hand. He tugged him right to the couch, shoving them both into the small den of blankets formed. John B didn't even have time to protest before he was covered in soft material, not that he would anyway. JJ was quick to curl himself into John B's bare torso, feeling all the tension slip from his body at the contact. Skin-to-skin contact was another thing JJ loved, it calmed him effectively and quickly. John B knew this, giving he was one of the only people JJ would allow himself to be that close with. Kiara and John B, that was it. He didn't know why, but stemming from his home life, JJ assumed he saw them almost as parental figures - except he was dating John B. It may not make much sense, but a lot of things about JJ don't make sense.

  "Can we go surfing tomorrow?" JJ asked suddenly.

  John B laughed, lightheartedly, loving everything about the boy in his arms. Giving a quick kiss to JJ's head, he smiled fondly.

  "Of course we can go surfing tomorrow, sunshine."

[agerefandomrambles]

Yesyesyes so true. We love a Baby J

JJ Maybank from Outer Banks

Is a baby/toddler regressor!

[marvelfanfics1]

do u think u could recommend some writers that you enjoy or are similar to u? 🤞🤞

Oh I absolutely can!

So first is my sweetheart @chimindity ♡ she writes currently for obx a lot and has many different things already written both nsfw and sfw (I absolutely adore her sister!reader stuff 🥹)

Then there's @peterslittlefics ♡ he just started writing agere fics and I'm already obsessed with his works!! 🫶🏻

@angelbaby-fics ♡ is also someone I highly recommend! She's such a sweetheart and her fics and little blurbs are also very cute to read 🎀

@pahtoosh ♡ ahh also very adorable agere fics 😭

@romanestuffsposts ♡ is amazing for the daddy!stucky lovers!! 💕

To all the people tagged, keep doing what you're doing! You're amazing 🫶🏻🫂

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Hello! Weird question I know but do you have any little!John B headcanons?

Little John B headcanons

♡ not weird at all lovely, that’s kinda what my whole account is for | also this got extremely long & rambly but nobody talks about obx agere so I have to go in when I get the chance

warnings: starts with pre-canon and goes into canon events, spoilers for seasons 1-3 of obx, flip!jj & flip!sarah, caregiver!pope, caregiver!kie & caregiver!cleo, canon bad parenting, kie’s kook year, smoking weed & drinking, bad mental health

the first person he tells is Jj but it actually takes months of googling for john b to figure out what’s going on

him & Jj figure out that he falls into more of a kiddo age range but can slip to baby range if stressful situations arise

he talks to pope about it with Jj standing guard outside the chateau- neither boy thought pope would react badly but they were worried john b would regress midway through

he did

and Jj got to see pope jump into caregiver mode™️ and be sooooo soft & sweet with john b

him & Jj started watching john b decently frequently as big john wasn’t around much and it was better for Jj to be staying at the chateau than at his own place

occasionally Jj would take john b down to pope family’s restaurant when pope had a shift so they could pop in and say hi

this is where kie catches them

she’s throughly confused before Jj & pope jump into explaining what age regression is and that john b’s a little- she has to tell them to shut up and stop talking over themselves and she asks john b himself to explain

he kind of stumbles through an explanation and kie takes content clues as enough to figure out what’s going on

she buys him some fries and takes him outside to sit in the parking lot- leaving Jj & pope stood dumbfounded in the same position kie found them in

a lot of times kie & pope will drive over to the chateau after their respected shifts at their jobs are over to go look after john b with Jj

many many movie nights and blanket forts

john b is such a picky eater when he’s regressed, it’s a struggle to get him to eat anything, which is baffling to the others because he’ll eat practically anything when he’s big

he likes the food from the Wreck though so kie tries to bring over leftovers from work as often as she can

john b tries to avoid interacting with big john when he’s regressed as he’s worried about his father picking up on it and/or starting an argument that john b isn’t prepared enough to handle

when big john goes missing it throws john b into a deep depression both while regressed and not- the pouges try their best to help him but it’s hard to

and then kie starts her kook year and it makes john b spiral even more- Jj also starts to get bad after kie leaves & he figures out he’s also a regressor

Jj turns to drinking more and john b starts smoking a lot of weed (even pope dabbles in drinking more than he did)

pope spends a lot of time holding both boys as they sob on top of each other and he does his best to comfort them

many nights ended in Jj asleep on the couch wrapped up in john b’s blankets, pope tidying up the chateau as john b followed him around and john b’s phone open with kie’s contact pulled up but never pressed on

it takes awhile for john b to warm back up to kie when she enters the group again, when he’s big he has zero issues with her once they’ve talked about everything but he gets weary when small

Jj has an easier time adjusting to kie being around while he’s regressed even though kie hadn’t seen him regressed before everything but it helps john b be more comfortable

by the time canon happens the pouges have a good routine of taking care of one another- because yes even kie & pope need some tlc time even though they’re the main caregivers of the group, Jj will still step up as a caregiver just not as often

one of the reasons kie is so apprehensive about having sarah join the group is because she’s worried about her messing up their dynamic of caregivers & littles

john b of course proves her wrong but then the boat chase happens and not only is kie absolutely beside herself because she thinks her two friends are gone, she also can’t handle thinking about if john b ever got to be little around sarah or if they even talked about it and how he might’ve avoided the topic per kie’s advice

the time on the cargo ship is extremely messy for sarah & john b- not only is john b doing everything in his power not to regress and not to let sarah know he’s a little, sarah is doing the exact same thing

cleo clocks them within a week of them being on the boat

she doesn’t bring it up but she does subtly manage them and care for them, neither john b or sarah put the pieces together as they’ve got a lot on their minds but they do thank cleo for this later on in the series

the absolute disaster that is the events of early season 2 leave no time for john b or sarah to properly regress so they never end up talking about it until they’re back in obx

all of the pogues come and stay that first night at the chateau when john b & sarah are back in obx and it ends with john b & sarah both regressed

since they had never talked about it before john b is shocked to see sarah regressed but is equally as excited too

it’s about the only time the whole group is able to get together and have a stress free night where they’re able to regress & care for one another before the rest of season 2 kicks off

john b is just as inseparable from sarah regressed as he is big, she doesn’t go little as much as him so she also steps in to act as a carer when need be

when they’re on the island between season 2 & 3 john b tries not to regress since things are stressful enough

however him & kie spend a night out by the beach while the others are busy and she’s able to care for him

they aren’t as close as they used to be and it bothers both of them so kie finds any excuse to be around john b & john b pretends not to notice it - or when she subtly starts pushing him to regress because she knows he needs it

when big john comes back in season 3 it causes some issues for john b’s regression as he no longer feels comfortable doing it

when big john talks him into all the criminal activity before they go to el Dorado it causes a lot of internal conflict in john b that he pushes away

it’s not til after season 3 when big john is gone again and the pogues are back in obx that he’s able to regress and let all that emotion flood out of himself as he tells the pogues in more detail everything him & big john did

they spend the rest of their night at the Wreck ordering john b’s favorite food and comforting him with everything they can- it works magic like always

with the newfound wealth they have after season 3 the pogues kind of go crazy and buy a ton of little gear for john b & sarah & Jj

john b likes collecting toy boats that he can steer around (with kies help)

cleo gets him a kids spy kit so they can run around obx and talk to each other through walkie talkies — yes pope gets dragged into this and gets very stressed thinking the spy plans they’re making are real

john b & Jj play Star Wars with lightsabers that sarah buys them after Jj sits her down and makes her watch all the movies

they might break a vase or two but honestly it’s what sarah expected

there’s also a plethora of stuffed animals john b buys himself and keeps tucked away in his closet, most of them aren’t that big but hold small sentimental values like if him & the pogues go on a trip and he picks one out of the gift shop or the first time he’s able to take cleo to the mainland and walk through the mall with her

nightmares, panic attacks and anxiety aren’t necessarily new to john b but they suck especially bad when he’s regressed

he always climbs into Jj’s bed or clings around sarah after nightmares

regression definitely becomes more of a coping mechanism than just for fun by the end of everything but john b still enjoys being little

and once they rebuild the chateau he finds it easier to deal with his anxiety than when they were all staying on figure eight

he likes the familiarity of being back where he grew up and of not having the kook kids around to look down on him & his friends

[aew-regression-cove]

!!! Big OBX Part 2 Spoilers, This Is A Warning !!!

Babysitter CG? John B W/ Little GN Reader

Summary: John B has to step up when something happens.

Would like to add a little note/reminder that all of my works (fics, moodboards, headcannons, ect) are made with platonic intentions!!! (not romantic)

A/N: I had this idea (along with another one too) and just aaa- also think this is my first time writin for John B, it's a shame the first time writing for him is an angsty fic 🥲 also don't ask about logistics of where certain things came from, just roll with it lol 😅 [This Is based on Episode 10!!!]

This is an agere fic, SFW interactions only!!!

This was not how any of this was supposed to go... You guys were supposed to go to Morocco, get the crown and go home... But that's not how it played out...

You guys had made it back to shelter.. Rafe keeping to himself, Pope and Cleo sticking together and Sarah comforting Kiara.. And John B was with you.. You had regressed almost immediately after getting to shelter, you guys had lost your business and home, been chased by mercenaries with guns.. and JJ.. JJ has been stabbed.. he was dead.. Your guys' best friend.. your caregiver.. was dead.. and you didn't know what to do.. regressing hadn't been a choice.. you were so overwhelmed, what were you supposed to do now...

John B was in front of you, hugging you tightly.

"...it.. it will be okay- I know that right now, it does not seem like it.. but it will.. now no putting off your regression sweetheart.. JJ.. your dada wouldn't have wanted that.. you need to let yourself cope.."

"..can't.. no dada.."

John B didn't even really know how to console you.. You guys were all devastated but you didn't even want to rely on your coping mechanism at the moment..

"..I have an idea.. you can tell me no but.. JJ lent me this hoodie.." He bites his lip anxiously, not wanting to upset you any more by accident. He slipped the hoodie over a plush toy. "I know it's not the same sweetie.. but I never got round to wearing it so it still smells like him.. I don't know if that could help at all.."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you clung to the plushie, burying your face against the soft material of JJ's hoodie.

John B gently guided you over to a bed, helping you lay down and tucking you in, not even remotely moving the plush away from you.

"..can you stay Bee.. please..?" You asked, your voice muffled from being pressed against the material.

He looks sympathetically at you. "Of course kiddo.." he sits on the bed next to you, after a while his presence paired with your dada's hoodie soothed you to sleep...

"...'night kiddo... I'll be here for you.." He says quietly, deciding to stay just seated beside your sleeping form, not wanting to leave you alone in case you woke up in the night, it wouldnt be surprising with all the stress of the last few days. But if theres one thing John B knew.. he was not going to leave you to deal with this alone..

ⓘ if you want to reblog, let me know and I'll decide to temporarily unlock the post or not <3

[sagiewagiefics]

Who I Write For

Key:

Platonic/agere

Romantic and platonic/agre

Criminal Minds

Spencer reid

Aaron hotchner

Derek morgan

Emily prentiss

Elle greenaway

OBX

Jj Maybank

John B

Rafe Cameron

Sarah Cameron

Dead Pet Society

Fanon!Knox Overstreet

Charlie Dalton

Neil Perry

Todd Anderson

Gerald Pitts

Steven Meeks

Adventure time

Finn the human

Jake the dog

Princess bubblegum

Marceline

Marvel

Mcu!peter parker

Tony stark

Bucky

Steve rodgers

Natasha romanoff

Loki

Thor

Harry potter

Harry potter

Fred weasley

George weasley

Ginny weasley

Hermione granger

Draco malfoy

Mattheo riddle

Theo nott

Lorenzo birkshire

[littlebunthings]

About Isa(bell)

° I am an adult (21)

° my pronouns are she/her

° neurodiverse (ADHD, autism, dyslexic+discalculia)

° still new to agere, I think my little age is between 7-12 (and sometimes I'm younger, around 4)

° this is a sfw acc

° bunny regressor

Interests

Reading+learning, photography, music, baking+cooking, kidcore, astrology, witchcraft, cottagecore

Likes: raspberries, broccoli, rain, muffins, bread, my partner, colors, animals, cute things, orange chocolate, horror movies, romance, hot chocolate, black & white, and time period dramas

Dislikes: cigarettes, coffee, alcohol, drugs, sweets, cake, sand, strong smells, loud noises

Favorite movies/series; Tinkerbell, Winnie The Pooh, Monster High, Bratz, Care Bears, Strawberry shortcake, Elinor Wonders Why (Big Space; Outlander, OBX)

[agerefandomrambles]

hii ! i seen your recent text post, and was wondering if you could do a byler drabble for me? :) like boyfriendlittle!will & dadacg!mike, but in season three! i don't really have a plot point, so i hope that's okay that you can just do whatever you want with it, thank you in advance!

Title: Little night

Word count: 291

Little! Will

Cg! Mike

Warnings: general trauma?? Idk

Plot: Mike comforts Little! Will after their fight

"I said FORGET it, Mike!" Will shouts before pushing past Lucas and running up the stairs.

Mike stands there, frozen for a moment as deja vu of the last time Will left alone runs through his head. He only takes a second before he runs up the stairs after him, taking them 2 at a time.

"Will come on. You can't leave, it's raining" Mike pleads with Will, desperation seeping into his town as he catches his boyfriend's arm.

Will turns around with his signature wide eyes and Mike lets out a soft "Oh" when he realises that he's little.

"Hi kiddo" Mike says softly, sinking to the floor with him when Will attaches to his shirt and promptly drops to the floor. "Wanna tell me whats going on buddy?" He prompts, gently carding through his hair.

"Changing. You and Lucas and Dustin don't wanna play with me anymore" Will mumbles into his chest. Mike's surprised by how articulate he is. Usually, when Will is little, he communicates by mumbling or pointing. Mike makes a note in the back of his head that Will isn't fully little yet, already speedrunning a plan to get his now-little boyfriend comfortable and soft.

"Aw, I know bubs. But we still wanna play with you. I'm sorry that we've been so busy." Mike apologises, still running his fingers through his boyfriend's hair, chuckling softly when Will keens into his touch. "Tell you what, how about we send Lucas home and I'll run you a bath, then I can make you some chicken nuggets and we'll watch Scooby doo and have a little night?"

Will just nods into his chest, having fully slipped. Mike just laughs softly again, easily gathering Will up and carrying him inside, eager to dote on him.