#regressor!ash williams

[thorin-baby-bear]

As someone who is a little and selfships with Ash, this blog makes me feel seen and valid because I imagine Ash as my daddy/little one. So, I was wondering if you could write AvED! Ash regressing for the first time, but feels ashamed and scared to tell a masc!reader because of his age and having to be the savior of humanity. But, the reader immediately after finding this out gives Ash their gear (paci, stuffies, coloring books) to use and takes care of him as his Daddy... like giving him a bath, making him dinner, and watching cartoons while cuddling and says how he doesn't have to be embarrassed, because no matter his big age, he'll always be Daddy's little one (I headcanon Ash's little age as 3-5)

🥺🥺🥺 I absolutely loved this ask, thank you so so much :)))) this was genuinely such fun to write, and I hope you enjoy reading it!!

Trust

An Ash vs. Evil Dead agere fic :3

Tags: regressor!Ash Williams, cg!reader, mentioned pablo, mentioned rose

Cw: involuntary regression, light swearing, mention of deadites, panic, baths (please let me know if I should add more ☺️)

Long days were always hard for Ash. His back always ached, and the place where his hand used to be pulsed with a dull pain that made him groan. He usually battled this with some pain medicine, but today there was none to be found, and he really didn’t feel like going to the pharmacy this late, so he would just have to suffer through it. The drive home was rough, every pothole seemed to hit a bit too rough, each stop had him smashing against his belt.  As your small home came into sight, he heaved a huge sigh of relief and pulled into the driveway. 

He stumbled into the living room and collapsed onto the couch, not even reaching for the remote just lying there catching his breath. You wouldn’t be home until later that night, so he knew had some time to rest and prepare to put on that good old Ash charm so you wouldn’t worry. My turn to cook tonight, too, he thought, groaning and burying his face in the couch. He stayed like that for a while, taking deep breaths and counting in his head. One one thousand… Two two thousand… 

It wasn’t stopping. In fact, now his legs were starting to pulse as well, making him hiss as a particularly bad wave hit him. Tears stung his eyes and he sniffed hard, shaking his head to stop them from coming through. I may be hurt, he thought, but I will not cry. No way, jose. But suddenly he was feeling very helpless, and the tears that were sliding down his face were hot, and the pain was all encompassing, and his brain was getting oh so fuzzy… 

“No.” He hissed through gritted teeth. “You are an adult, and you will face your issues like an adult, none of this shit.” 

But even as he said this, his teeth had begun worrying his bottom lip roughly, and he found himself reaching out for something to hold, something soft and fluffy and cute– 

He didn’t want this. He couldn’t want this. He was supposed to be the big one, the one who looked after everyone else, but now he was slipping so far, and he couldn’t seem to stop. He tried not to whimper as he sat up, his back aching, and reached for the remote. Maybe somethin’ big will make me big. He thought to himself as he searched for something suitably “big” enough to put on. He eventually settled on Poltergeist before laying back with a huff, ready to wait for you to come home.

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You walked into your house with a sense of relief, happy to be home at last and spend time with your partner. Then a crash sounded from the living room, and all of your relief was replaced with fear. A deadite? You thought wildly as you inched towards the room. No, Ruby and Pablo proofed the place. Ash made sure. Then what had that noise been? You peeked around the corner and saw a large lump of blankets sitting on the couch next to what looked to be a poorly hidden cracked lamp. 

“... Ash?” You called, blinking at the whine that sounded from the lump. That was decidedly odd. Ash didn’t whine (okay he did, but not like that), and whatever was under that blanket sounded more like a scared puppy than the Ash you knew. You stepped forward, tentatively reaching out and pulling the blankets apart until you saw a pair of wet, scared eyes looking back at you. You raised your eyebrows in surprise, and Ash (and this was Ash) yanked the blankets back over his face. 

You frowned gently. “Ash? What’s going on? Did something happen?” 

The lump shook a bit before a quiet, “Mhm,” sounded from within. You waited for a minute before the blankets parted a bit and Ash’s hand poked out and pointed to the tv. “Scary…” He breathed, his voice shaky and pitched in a way that was new to your ears. You turned and saw the familiar end scenes of Poltergeist flashing across the screen. “Poltergeist?” You asked in disbelief. “Scary?” 

The blankets closed again and you heard him whisper a “sorry” before the blankets began shaking again. 

“No it’s fine, I’m just… confused. You love scary movies, especially ones as goofy as this.” You sighed, going to turn off the tv. Only after the sounds had stopped coming for a while did Ash dare to peak his head out of his cave of solitude, his hair sticking up like a baby chick’s and his eyes almost… ashamed? You didn’t think Ash even had the ability to be ashamed. Something was definitely up. 

You kneeled down slowly and held your hands up in a non threatening gesture. “Hey, it’s done, yeah? It’s all done. You can leave the blankets now if you– oof!” 

You huffed out a breath as Ash ran into you, knocking the wind out of you with a hug and burying his face in your shoulder. Hot tears began to soak your sleeve, and you wrapped your arms tightly around him. You might not have known what was happening, but you would be damned if you wouldn’t comfort your love.

“ ‘m sorry!” Ash bawled messily. “I tr-tried to stop, honest! Bu’ it hurts so bad, jus’ wanted… wanted to be small an’ not feel bads.” 

All of the pieces fell into place. Honestly, you could’ve kicked yourself for not seeing it sooner, of course he was scared, he was regressed.  

“Oh baby…” you murmured, kissing the top of his head. “You have nothing to apologize for.” Ash sniffled and rubbed his face against your shoulder. “Bu’ I’m s’posed to protect you. Every yous.” He whispered hoarsely. You just rocked him gently, knowing that whatever he was thinking right now, you should probably wait till he was big again to address it. Still, knowing all of that wait he was still carrying, even when little, made your heart ache. He deserved to be comforted and have a break just as much as anyone, even if was some kind of savior. And by god, you were going to make sure he got that comfort. 

You stood slowly, lifting Ash and making sure he had a tight grip around your neck before walking up the stairs to the room you kept for all of your little things. You set him gently on the play mat, rubbing some tears off of his face before grabbing a trunk and setting it in front of him. “Alright bud,” you started quietly, “I know this is going very fast, so please tell me if something is uncomfy for you, yeah?” Ash nodded, his eyes red and puffy. You opened the trunk and started pulling out anything you thought could help him be more comfortable. You handed him the soft, navy blue blanket first, smiling at the way he took it so gently before rubbing it all over his face. Then you pulled out a stuffed dog, and the way his eyes lit up just made your heart melt. You had plenty of stuffies, but this one, you decided, would be just for him (if he decided he wanted to regress again). There were lots of other toys in there, but the last thing you pulled out was a small case, which you sat in front of a now very curious Ash who was sucking his thumb a bit nervously. You popped open the clasp to reveal your small collection of pacifiers, watching as his eyes got wide. 

“You can choose any of these you’d like, and then after I sanitize it you can use it for the rest of the night.” You said, looking at Ash nervously. “Does that sound okay?” Ash hesitated, and you felt your stomach drop a bit. This was too much, he was going to go back to how he was before, this wasn’t helping at all, just making it all worse, really. You hadn’t been helping– 

“Dat one please.” Ash said timidly, pointing to a blue deco paci with a shark on the button. 

You sighed in relief and nodded, lifting the paci out of the tray and making sure it was properly sanitized before handing it to him, chuckling as he inspected it before putting it in his mouth and flapping his hands happily. 

The rest of playtime went well, though it only lasted for about an hour before Ash was bored. He pouted at you from where he sat and you looked back expectantly. “Well, what would you like to do then, boss?” You said teasingly, tickling his stomach to make him giggle. You let him go, and he thought for a second before pulling the paci out of his mouth and looking up at you with big puppy dog eyes. “Baf?” He asked. You grinned down at him. “Of course, bud. We can even do bubbles, if you’d like.” Ash let out a small, happy squeal, and lifted his hands out to ask for uppies. You laughed and carried him to the bathroom, rubbing your noses together and booping his forehead. 

The bath was good for wiping all of the grime and bad feelings from earlier away, but mostly it was lots of fun for Ash. You took great care in making lots of bubbles, and Ash looked like his head was about to burst from happiness. You made castles out of the bubbles, you blew the bubbles into the air, and, most importantly, you gave Ash fun hairdos with the bubbles. That was the best part for the both of you. Afterwards, you put him in his comfiest pajamas and set him on the couch with a new nest of blankets. “Movie?” You asked. Ash nodded, leaning against your shoulder as you sat beside him. The two of you decided on A Goofy Movie, something you had no idea Ash even knew about but was apparently his favorite movie. However, it didn’t matter how much he enjoyed the movie because he ended up falling asleep not even halfway through, snoring quietly as Goofy and Max sang about their doomed road trip. Noticing that leaning his head against you like he was couldn’t be good for his neck, you found yourself carrying him for the second time this evening, this time up to your bedroom. 

You lay him gently in the bed, tucking him in before laying down beside him, only pausing for a moment before wrapping your arms around him and sighing in relief as he cuddled into you. You were so glad he had been comfortable enough to even think about regressing in front of you, and now he was actively seeking out your comfort? You were over the moon. Ash made a sleepy sound and you rubbed his forehead soothingly. “It’s alright big guy, get some rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up .” You whispered. 

“Okay,” he whispered, “Nigh nigh, dada.” 

You froze, a smile slowly forming on your face. This was definitely one of the best moments of your life.

“Goodnight, baby.” You murmured. He nuzzled deeper into your chest, sighing contentedly as you beamed down at him, absolutely unaware of how joyous you were about that interaction. You both fell asleep, warm, content, with the unshakable feeling of love and comfort enveloping you fully.

Again, thank you so very much for the request, this is one of my favorite things I've ever written for this blog ❤️❤️❤️

[ghosted-real]

Hiiii! Are you able to make an Ash Williams (evil dead 2) caregiver/handler petre kitty stim board?? :3 I’ve been feeling kind of bleh today so it would make my day! :3 thank you so much! ^_^ 💙🪓

Handler! Ash Williams stimboard

Sorry, I dont know the film but I tried my best! He looks very silly. I hope you get better soon!

[im-a-silly-goose]

DUDE. WHAT DFO YOU MEAN ITS AN OFFICIAL TAG NOW. WHAT<./ YAY.

[punchurlightsout]

hi this is kind of a weird post but about two years ago I read an Ao3 fanfic about Herbert West age regressing and Dan Cain as his caregiver, and it was really sweet and kind of got me comfortable with being a regressor. I don’t remember the name or tons about it, but I can’t find it on the site anymore, and the only ones I can find now are someone’s personal AU with Herbert and Ash Williams and that Crawford guy. if anyone can help me look, dm me please?

[littlejazzy]

Bringing this back for even more horror-movie regressor content!

💉 Herbert West's Experiments 💉

• Glowsticks • Carefully measured milk, hot cocoa, and protein shakes • Plastic doctor's kits • Stitching and gluing and "fixing" toys • Fun bandages • Dressing in your very best clothes • Red, White, and Neon Green •

📒 Ash Williams' Bud-dites 📒

• Hotwheels and matchbox cars • Making the biggest messes • Broken and scuffed toys • Acting out cartoons in real life • Ignoring the words in a book and only looking at the pictures • Clothes that are out of fashion but just your style • Red, Brown, Black, and Blue •

💼 Patrick Bateman's Associates 💼

• Baby lotion and baby oil • Prone to fits of extreme envy and jealousy • Routines • Monologuing to yourself and anyone that will listen • Activity pages and worksheets with doodles in the margins • Bibs, smocks, aprons, and raincoats to keep your nice clothes clean • Bone, Egg-shell, and Off-white •

🎁🧸 Chucky's Forever Friends 🧸🎁

• Toys toys and more toys • Talking back • Toy commercials • Listening to what your toys tell you to do • Officially licensed merchandise • Matching your outfit with your toys' • Red, Yellow, and Blue •

💄 Tiffany's Terrific Tots 💄

• Temporary tattoos • Dating your dollies and stuffies and action figures • Painted nails and painted lips • Playing house • Juice in fancy cups and wine glasses • Wearing grown-up clothes because it makes you happy • Red, Purple, and Blue •

🕯 Nancy Down's Little Witches 🕯

• Plastic spiders and rubber snakes • Making potions and spells with what you have around you • Close-knit friends coven • "Light as a feather, stiff as a board" and other fun and games • Dangly jewelry and chokers • Still using childish accessories and jewelry even if it doesn't match • Black, Grey, and Purple •

🦇 David's Lost Kiddos 🦇

• Plastic vampire teeth • Never growing up • Pranks and goofs • Hanging upside down on the monkey bars, couch, and bed • Fast-food and take-out • Jackets and jeans covered in patches • Black, Grey, and Red •

🍫 Sam's Trick r Treaters 🍫

• Bag full of candy • Very particular about following The Rules • Full-sized candy bars • Eating only candies and sweets • Tricks AND treats • Handmade clothes and costumes • Orange, Black, and Brown •

💀 Slasher-Inspired Regressors 💀

🎃 Michael Myers' Monsters 🎃

• Making your own mask • Padding around your house in socks, not making a sound • Jack-o'-lanterns • Picking on your siblings and playmates • Jumpsuits and overalls and dungarees • White, Navy Blue, and Orange •

🎈 Pennywise's Circus Clowns 🎈

• Splashing in puddles • Balloon animals • Silly little dances • Newspaper hats and boats • Loud patterns and fun textures • Mismatched clothes • Red, Grey, and Yellow •

🌲 Jason Voorhees' Campers 🌲

• Flower crowns and daisy chains • Flashlight tag • Collecting sticks and twigs and cool rocks • Stargazing • Sign language for when words are too hard • Scuffed knees and stomp-y boots • Green, Brown, and Tan •

🚿 Norman Bates' Guests 🚿

• Bathbombs • Playing dress-up with the old clothes from the back of the closet • Knitted baby blankets • Curling up in a wooden rocking chair • Candy corn • Hand-me-down clothes • Black, White, and Grey •

💋 Jennifer Check's Cheerleaders 💋

• Lipgloss and flavored chapstick • Making music playlists for every mood • Friendship necklaces and bracelets • Collages with photos from magazines • Slumber parties • Fashion dolls • Color-coordinated outfits • Pink, Purple, and Red •

🎀 Carrie White's Cherubs 🎀

• Handstitched stuffed animals with button eyes • Wooden building blocks • Big book of fairy tales where things end happily ever after • Baby dolls • Clothes lined with ruffles, lace, and ribbons • Yellow, White, Pink, and Red •

👻 Ghostface's Doubles 👻

• Movie marathons • Pretending to be your favorite characters • Action figures • Tripping over your own feet • Walkie-Talkies • Baggy t-shirts and rolled-up jeans • Black, Grey, and Green •

☃ Jack Torrance's Tiny Terrors ☃

• Tricycles • Bouncing a tennis ball against a wall • Cartoon reruns • Playing in the snow until your fingers are numb • Picture books • Hate hate hates being left alone • Sweaters, cardigans, jackets, and flannel • Red, Yellow, Orange, and Brown •

🕸 Beetlejuice's Baby Bugs 🕸

• Bugs and snakes and critters • Always babbling • Miniature toys and playsets • Scribbling on the walls • Tantrums whenever you don't get what you want • Well-loved clothes, coming apart at the seams • Black, White, Purple, and Green •

🔥 Freddy Krueger's Dreamers 🔥

• Nursery rhymes • Constantly dreaming or daydreaming • Puns, jokes, and wisecracks • Repeating bad words as loudly as you can • Jump ropes • Buying multiples of the same shirt • Red, Black, and Orange •