#tbbt agere

[theconstellationprincess]

I started The Big Bang Theory and got attached to Leonard and then this happened <3

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Leonard’s hands trembled as he frantically dug through his nightstand for his inhaler. He inhaled greedily as he finally found relief from the asthma attack, lying on his back and panting.

Unfortunately, this brought him back to the other pressing, but less life threatening, issue he had. He’d wet the bed. Which he hadn’t done since he was a kid- well that’s a lie, there’s been a few isolated incidents since then, and this is one of them. Hopefully.

Regardless of the frequency of past accidents, he needed to deal with this one, and preferably in a way where Sheldon never finds out.

Leonard wiped at his wet eyes as he stood up and stripped off his sheets and blankets. He set them in his laundry basket, and tossed his wet pyjamas in there too. Having a shower would almost certainly wake Sheldon, but he was pretty sure they had some baby wipes around.

It took him twenty minutes to find them, but he did, and he cleaned himself up. Sheldon was still asleep, thank God, because Leonard would honestly rather die than have to admit to Sheldon that he had wet the bed.

With the discomfort of itchy skin taken care of, Leonard tossed on another pair of bottoms and eyed the damp patch on the mattress. He was going to have to grab some of that spray stuff you’re supposed to use for pers to get rid of the smell, but for now he tossed a towel over it and raided the hallway closet for a new sheet and blankets.

Finally, Leonard collapsed into bed, knowing that in the morning he’d have to deal with the laundry and dreading it. Of course, twenty minutes later, Sheldon came knocking. Literally.

“Leonard?” Three knocks, and his name again. And again. And again.

“Yes, Sheldon?” He eventually called back, groaning into his pillow when the door creaked open. He shoved his glasses on and squinted at Sheldon, grumbling when the light switch was flipped on.

“I had a bad dream.” Sheldon informed him, stepping into the room and walking around Leonard’s bed until he was standing next to the dresser. Leonard blinked at him, unable to stop his eyes from darting towards the newly full laundry basket before looking back to Sheldon.

“I’m- sorry to hear that, Sheldon.” He replied, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “Why are you in my room?” He knew it was a bit rude, but he was exhausted and embarrassed and he just wanted to sleep. Was that so much to ask?

“I don’t want to sleep alone, and I can’t go sleep with Penny because it’s before 11am and she’ll throat punch me.” Leonard stared at Sheldon, wondering when his life had become what it was. “Did you have a bad dream too?”

“What? Sheldon no, just go back to bed. Your bed.” Leonard grabbed a pillow and covered his face with it, blocking out the aggressive light in the room. He was pretty sure Sheldon had noticed the laundry and that he was about be subjected to a mortifying investigation that would end with Sheldon sleeping in his bed regardless of what Leonard wanted.

“Were you drinking after I went to bed? Did you overhydrate? There’s only so many reasons that you would have to wet the bed.”

“Sheldon, drop it. Please.” Leonard could feel himself blushing. He shifted over to the far left side of the bed, he just wanted to sleep, and if shutting Sheldon up meant letting him spend the night, then whatever. Thankfully, for once, Sheldon picked up on the non-verbal cue and got into bed. Leonard turned off the light, and managed to fall asleep mercifully quickly.

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“Leonard. Leonard. Leonard.” Sheldon whispered, shaking him awake. Leonard jerked up, barely avoiding head butting Sheldon as he clutched at his chest. He couldn’t remember what the nightmare as about, but it was… bad.

Tears rendered his vision blurry even after he put on his glasses and turned on the light. He couldn’t look at Sheldon, embarrassed by the fuss he was causing. “Sorry,” he choked out, trying to calm down before he panicked himself into another asthma attack. Sheldon looked lost, and Leonard felt bad.

“It’s… okay.” Sheldon replied after a moment, hesitantly reached out and patting the middle of Leonard’s three times. Leonard hated how comforting it was, mostly because it was very awkward and any normal person wouldn’t find it comforting, but coming from Sheldon, it was really nice. Sheldon cared, sometimes.

Normally, after a nightmare, loathe he is to admit it, Leonard would dig through his closet for the singular stuffed animal he had for the purpose of comfort and not collecting. It was an old thing, something he had gotten when he first moved out of his parents house. Of course, he couldn’t indulge in that particular tradition with Sheldon in the room, but that doesn’t change the fact that all Leonard really wanted right now was a hug and a cuddle. From literally anyone, including a stuffed animal.

“Do you want Alaska?” Sheldon asked, tearing Leonard out of his thoughts. Leonard let his jaw drop as he looked at Sheldon.

“How-“

“Do I know about the stuffed dog hidden in the back left corner of your closet? You told me the day after your mother left, when you got drunk and cried.”

“Oh. Great.” Leonard mumbled, picking at a loose thread on the blanket. Sighing, he pulled himself out of bed and over to his closet, easily finding the stuffed animal. He pointedly avoided looking at Sheldon as he crawled back under the covers and gave Alaska a tight squeeze. It was undeniably comforting.

“Goodnight Leonard.” Sheldon whispered as Leonard turned off the lamp again.

“Goodnight Sheldon." Leonard mumbled back, comforted by the presence of a close friend and his stuffed animal. Maybe it was a bit childish, but who cares? It made him happy, and that’s what’s important.

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intro post!! ✈️🌟

hey my names stephen (štěpán/steffen) and this is my agere sideblog :-) i use he/him pronouns and regress to ages 8-13, mostly to the older end of that spectrum and rarely towards the younger.

bodily a minor, autistic, ocd, invisible disability + colorblind

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about me and dni below !!

lets be mutuals or friends if you regress to tween ages :-)

DNI: nsfw blogs, anti-agere/petre, ed blogs, homo/transphobes, the usual stuff. adults on thin ice, i wont bite if you interact i just might be a little more timid

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interests when regressed:

- commercial airplanes! avionic disasters! please ask me about anything related to them im always so excited to talk abt those when im little :3

- drawing, depending on my age when regressed both traditional and digital, animation memes

- minecraft, the sims 4, papa's games, animal jam, nyancat, subway surfers + more mobile games!!

- plushies! raccoons! dogs!

- ice hockey teams

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interests when big:

- nuclear medicine + radiology + physics (spinterests!!)

- chemistry, chess, franz kafka, those nerdy things

- hannibal nbc, house md, TBBT, bbc sherlock

- drawing, both digital and traditional

- collecting monster energy drink cans, DVDs, can tabs, trinkets

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my main blog is @flev-0-rium :-)

if you wish to get in contact with me, please use my discord, flev0rium, since im not used to tumblr yet! also please note that i might come off as a bit rough around the edges, especially when not regressed, but i dont mean harm.