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Izuku Midoriya had been overexerting himself for days on end. He had noticed he was feeling under the weather a couple of days ago, 2 to be exact. He thought it was just a case of the sniffles. He wasn't about to stop coming to school because of a cold. 

The next night those sniffles turned into food poisoning. He thought maybe his stomach was just sensitive from his runny nose, it happens to the best of people. Plus! When he felt his forehead it didn't feel like he had a fever. 

But today, he knew he made a mistake by coming to school. He woke up drenched in a layer of sweat, tremors and chills shook him violently. His head was pounding. But he continued to get dressed anyways. Every step he took down now the way to breakfast was significantly draining. He felt the tickle of nausea taunting his throat. He made the decision to eat a lighter breakfast this morning. 

By the time he made it out of the stairwell, beads of sweat had formed on his flustered face. His freckled cheeks were rosy with fever. 

He grabbed a waffle and went to class, throwing the uneaten half away along the way. 

9:31 am: 

Izuku had been in class for just over 2 hours, already having to excuse himself once because of how uncomfortably hot and sweaty he was becoming. 

Not meany of his classmates were sharp enough to notice something off with his eager demeanor, except one. Todoroki, who sat behind him. 

He tapped him a couple times, asking, "hey are you ok?" In which izuku always responded with an enthusiastic, "yep!"

10:58am:

Izuku was reaching his limit. They had roughly an hour before lunch started, he couldn't make it that far. But his nausea was growing worse by the second, much faster than he had anticipated.. 

His stomach groaned and whined loudly, causing a cuple eyes to look his way. His stomach felt so full, from what? He didn't know. His dinner the night before perhaps. 

He felt the contents of the organ swirl unhappily. He was incredibly tense.

Nervous eyes were turned towards him now. People were beginning to notice something was off from the loud sounds his stomach was making, to the tense way he sat and heald his torso, to the way his face was blotched in slight green undertones. His stomach lurched violently.

Izuku let out a wet burp, pushing himself up out of his desk quickly, his hand glued over his mouth, and holding back vomit. Running out of the room to the bathroom down the hall.

He gagged along the way, a gurgling sound escaping him as he opened the bathroom door. He vomited down the front of himself, onto the bathroom floor, into his hands. Thick streams of liquid came streaming out his mouth, his stomach emptying itself.

He had a brief moment of peace before he felt his stomach jolt again, he stepped in front of the sink, heaving again down the drain, his stomach trying to clean itself out. The smell was putrid. He had a brief moment of peace before he felt his stomach jolt again, he stepped in front of the sink, heaving again down the drain, his stomach trying to clean itself out. The smell was putrid.

He finally got a longer moment of peace, still feeling threateningly ill, he was unable to move. His sticky knuckles and fingers where white from gripping the edges of the sink.

He heard someone walk in the bathroom simultaneously feeling the bubble of vomit in the back of his throat. His stomach was turning on him. He prayed for it to stop. He heard footsteps come close to him, he couldn't peel his tired eyes off the mess in the sink, thinking how it would be worse any time now. He choked again, his body too tense to get anything up, unable to stop the reaction of keeping it down.

He felt a hand rub circles on his back,

"let it happen, you'll feel better after" someone said. Izuku let his body relax a bit, immediately tensing up again as he emptied his sick into the sink through his nose and mouth. It burned.

This was the most ill Izuku had ever felt.

He dryly gagged over the sink, only managing to exert thin trickles of dirty bile. After a couple more minutes, the gagging stopped, and his stomach felt (at least temporarily) settled.

He wiped his mouth and turned to look at who it was. He was fully expecting it to be Aizawa, but it wasn't. It was Todoroki.

If even possible, he felt his face go more hot with embarrassment, and not the flustered apologetic kind. The deep, guilty kind of embarrassment, the kind you get only when you do something really stupid, or mess up in front of someone you really care about and they laugh. A kind of regret that made his heart pound fast.

Before he knew it he was rambling out apologies, before he could even get started, Todoroki shushed him.

"Don't worry about it." Todoroki said with a soft expression, a smile too blurred by worry to be seen.

Izuku felt his stomach adjusting to the new space, somehow feeling full again after just a couple minutes, he turned back to the sink slightly, grabbing paper towels and wiping down his hands, as well as the rim of the sink.

He leaned over again unsteadily, he had successfully (and accidentally) filtered out anything and everything Todoroki had said to him. He felt dizzy.

"Midoriya!" Todoroki exclaimed.

Izuku hadn't heard him the four times he called him before. Izuku didn't turn his head, but nodded a short "hm?" Todoroki pulled him towards him, away from the sink. Izuku swayed unsteadily. He felt Todoroki hold tight to his arms, keeping him stable and upright.

Todoroki started unbuttoning Izuku's soiled uniform jacket, where most of the mess had landed. Izuku looked slightly confused, but was too tired to say anything. He was hot anyways, he wouldn't mind taking it off.

Todoroki folded the outside in and heald it in his arms. After he finished, he pressed his cool side hand to Izuku's forehead.

Todoroki smiled, waiting a minute before pulling his hand away, "we've gotta get you to your dorm." He said.

Izuku nodded quietly, he wasn't going to protest someone walking him to his dorm, he was so dizzy he didn't know how far he would make it.

And boy, was he glad Todoroki came.

About halfway there, in the heat of the summer sun, Izuku paused in his tracks. Standing unsteadily, leaning over with his hands on his knees.

"Sorry." Izuku said, his voice wavering, "just a second." A bead of swear dropped from the tip of his nose onto the pavement walkway beneath him.

Todoroki knelt down next to him,

"you're okay. Do you feel like you're gonna be sick again?" Todoroki asked.

Izuku shook his head, "I'm really dizzy."

"Okay, let's sit down for a minute." Todoroki said, setting down Izuku's dirty coat to help him down on a nearby bench.

Izuku couldn't seem to catch his breath, "thanks for all this Todoroki." Todoroki nodded, "of course. Are you feeling any less dizzy?" He asked carefully. "A little." Izuku said. Todoroki noticed how the sickly looking boy was dripping in sweat, while he felt just fine. It was a comfortable temperature outside, the perfect temperature to be comfortable in pants and short sleeves with a light breeze.

He watched Izuku grab his collar and pump air into his shirt and chuckle uncomfortably at his own antics, trying to fill the silence. Midoriya got up, a bit wobbly, "let's go." He said.

Simply standing there for a moment, swaying lightly.

Todoroki saw what was about to happen and jumped next to him, catching him as he toppled over. He immediately was hit by the stink of vomit still stuck to the boy's pants and shoes, quickly following how sweaty he was. He was burning up.

Todoroki quickly used his quirk and pressed a hand covered in frost to the back of the boy's neck. He was awake within the minute.

Izuku blinked his eyes open, seeing the concerned face of his friend above him.

"Mhhsorrygotuptoofast.." he

mumbled, rubbing his head as Todoroki helped set him upright. The taller boy grabbed Izuku's jacket and then scooped Izuku up, carrying him the rest of the short way to the dorms.

Izuku didn't mind, well maybe a little.

The ride was bouncy, walking isn't smooth. His stomach was bothering him again. Todoroki didnt mind carrying him at all. Izuku was such a small boy, he was much heavier than he expected though. Muscle weighs a lot.

Todoroki pit stopped at the laundry room, setting Izuku down on the small bench that was cleanly heald against the wall and threw the jacket in one of the washers.

He turned back to Izuku, remembering the smell and stains in his pants. He would get them later.

He didn't want to make it awkward for the other boy. So instead he went back over to the other boy, helped him up and to his dorm.

They had to pause twice going up the stairs. By the time Izuku was to his dorm he was sick to his stomach all over again. By the time they made it, he quickly thanked Todoroki for everything and ducked inside his dorm. Little beknownst to him, Todoroki followed him in, concerned for his well being.

He found Izuku hunched over the toilet, his stomach trying to push everything out, but he kept swallowing it back instinctively. The nausea was intense, he wished he could just get it over with.

Todoroki rushed to his side, "hey, you're okay, you're okay." He rubbed circles on his back with a cool hand, cringing as Izuku burped up a bit of bile, he could hear the restrained liquid souping in the back of his throat.

"You got it, you're okay. Just let it up you'll feel better." Todoroki said quietly. His presence was comforting. "You got it, you're okay. Just let it up you'll feel better." Todoroki said quietly. His presence was comforting.

He felt a small ache in his chest as a tear slipped down the other's cheek.

Izuku coughed up a gag, spitting up a bit.

It hurt to watch him sit there in suffering, he had never seen the boy like this before. Not even in villain attacks, he was always collected, he always had a plan. But now, he was helpless. He looked miserable.

Somehow Izuku was getting more green by the second, and still hadn't been able to throw up. Todoroki sat behind him, pinning his bangs up, and massaging his shoulders. He could feel his whole body shaking. "Come on bud.. you're okay. Just let it happen." Todoroki coaxed. He felt Izuku's shoulders tense, the muscles knotted under his hands as the boy, finally, vomited loudly into the toilet.

Todoroki quickly grabbed the clip that was coming loose from his hair and heald it back himself, sweeping fly aways off his sweaty face as the boy's stomach aggressively wrung itself out.

Todoroki could tell by just the sound that it hurt, the way the boy sobbed between breaths.

"Get it all out." Todoroki said softly as Izuku vomited again. It sounded debilitating. He knew it was finished when Izuku's body relaxed and he rested his head on the toilet seat, trying to control his crying and shaking. Todoroki hugged him from behind, Izuku didn't push him away.

The taller boy reached over the other and flushed the toilet, grabbing toilet paper for Izuku to wipe his mouth with.

Izuku gladly accepted.

"I'm probably gonna get you sick." Izuku said tiredly, trying to wipe his tears, "I'm really sorry."

Todoroki shook his head, helping the boy up, "it's okay. It's my choice to help. Don't be sorry. You can't control your sickness."Izuku nodded, wiping more tears. He didn't seem convinced. Todoroki pulled him into a tight hug. Izuku hesitated at first, but then hugged back.

"Ok. I'll let you change." Todoroki said, "I'll be right back. I'm gonna grab you some water and a few saltines from my dorm. I was sick around a week ago with something like this but a lot less extreme. Thanks for helping me out then too."

Izuku nodded, remembering how he had walked Todoroki out of the classroom and to the bathroom.

Saying kind words as he too suffered the wrath of a stomach bug. He almost forgot. He had been so busy since then and Shoto had gotten back in the swing of things so quickly. Now that he thought about it he had begun to feel sick only a day or two after that. He probably cought this from Todoroki, and let it manifest too long.

He had ignored all his health needs and now he was here.

And apparently he also mumbled all that out loud.

"I can see you're feeling a little better." Todoroki interupted with a smile. He thought the mumbling was such an adorable part of the boy that he got to experience. He was able to follow most of the time, he didn't mind listening. Izuku looked up, smiling at the Todoroki's smile, slightly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry I got you sick though. Good news is... I'm immune!!" Todoroki said, "now go change and I'll grab that stuff."

1:48pm

Izuku had brushed his teeth, changed into some PJ's, dragged a trash can over by his bed, and laid down.

Relaxed for the first time today.

He heard Todoroki come back in his dorm, small clicks sounding as the door opened and closed. Izuku was half asleep, he was so glad to be comfortable in his bed finally. Izuku pulled a hand out from under his covers and waved, a grin on his face. Todoroki smiled at the boy, tucked in his blankets.

Todoroki took his temperature, furrowing his brows when he saw the number. He was sitting at 103.8, concerning-ly high. He would just have to cool him off.

Todoroki handed Midoriya the bottle of water, "drink some. Take it slow. If you're up for it eat a cracker or two." &

Izuku nodded, shaking, going to grab another blanket. Todoroki stopped him, "your fever is high enough, you don't need another blanket."

The sick boy's teeth chattered, "but I'm cold."Todoroki shook his head, "no you aren't. Your body is confused."

Izuku laid back in defeat, his teeth clattering. "Fine." Todoroki could tell the fever was really taking a toll on his body. He wasn't sure how to help much, so he went to the bathroom, wet a washcloth, brought it back, and put it on Izuku's forehead.

The way he shook under the cool cloth was worrying.

Izuku took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He couldn't stop shivering. Todoroki sat down next to him on the bed, grabbing Izuku's hand. He was shaking profusely. Izuku reached over to take another sip of water, taking a deep breath after. He was so thirsty, but he felt that if he drank much more at a time, it might come right back up. He took a good gulp, a look of unease as he felt it splash into his empty stomach. He took another gulp, ignoring his body protesting. He was so thirsty.

Freezing yet boiling hot at the same time.

2:59pm

Izuku and Todoroki sat on the bed together, watching a movie,

Todoroki's cool side closest to the sick boy, attempting to bring his fever down. Izuku went to take another swig of water. He swallowed, immediately feeling the water crawl back up his throat. Fast. He leant over the trashcan on the side of the bed and threw up the water and crackers he had drank and eaten since. He coughed, dry heaving over the trash can. There was nothing left in his body.

Todoroki sat next to him, startled. He had been fine a minute before. He felt Izuku shaking as he helped him transition from the edge of the bed to the bathroom.

Todoroki handed him some water, encouraging him to drink it. He complied, only to have it come back up a moment later.

Izuku looked horrible. He couldn't keep anything down. Todoroki was starting to panic. This was getting out of hand, more than just your average stomach bug. Just how far had he been pushing himself to let things get this bad?

'His body must be exhausted to let it get this severe,' Todoroki thought as Izuku dry heaved over the toilet.

The makeshift caretaker took out his phone and called Recovery Girl. Izuku needed more than just his help. He knew for sure when Izuku fell limp, collapsing over into Todoroki's arms.

He heald the boy with care, waiting for Recovery Girl to arrive. As she did Izuku began to wake up, dreary with fever, and everything was going to be okay.

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Have good day everyone!!! I loved da blues movie!! Was very gud I loved rainbow puppy!!

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🌼 Caregiving Tips 🌼

For my first time caregivers who are completely lost on how to start caring for their little one 💛

🌼 Research! Read as much as you can about age regression whenever you can. The more you can understand how regression works and what it is, the better you can support your kiddo.

🌼 Read Safe for Work fanfiction on regression. It can give you lots of ideas on how to care for and talk to your kiddo when they're regressed. Ask them if they read works on any specific fandom and try looking it up yourself to get an idea of what they like.

🌼 Read blogs on Tumblr and stories on Wattpad for regression advice too. Lots of information is written by regressors and caregivers themselves.

🌼 Ask lots of questions. Your little one's probably already established how their regression works for them so asking what that looks like can be super helpful to you. (Examples: How small do you feel when you regress? Or What do you like to do when your regressed?)

🌼 Your kiddo may feel a little apprehensive at first so patience and lots of reassurance will do wonders. Remind them that you want to be there and don't rush the process of including this new dynamic in your relationship. It will take time.

🌼 Encourage their regression! As often as you can, do things that encourage their headspace. For instance, asking if they want to color with you or watch a cartoon. The more you encourage their little habits, the more comfortable they'll feel around you.

🌼 Don't talk down to them. There's a balance when it comes to talking to regressors. You want to baby them (unless they ask otherwise), but not in a way that's patronizing.

🌼 Be curious. Ask them simple questions and be interested in what their doing/telling you. Most kiddos love to explain things and feel like they're showing you something cool, so it'll make them very happy to know that you're paying attention to them.

🌼 Try not to be harsh. Most feel like harsh discipline and a firm hand is the best way to handle a regressor, but most kiddos listen better to a gentle reminder than a harsh reprimand. So be patient with them, treat them as though their learning everything for the first time.

🌼 Learn their little habits. Lots of times, kiddos don't want to ask to be babied because they can feel embarrassed or like a burden, so they'll give little hints in hopes you'll notice them that way. And it can be something as small as being a little more clingy, to pouting and whining over something that seems minor.

🌼 Become their guardian. Check in with them often, ask if they ate, help them put their seat belt on and remind them to pick up after themselves, little things like that. Some regressors even love to have a certain set of rules laid out for them to follow (or break).

🌼 Avoid ignoring or verbally wounding your regressor. Sometimes emotions can become much more difficult to process when regressed, so a passing comment or action done in frustration can cause deep wounds to reopen, so try to think twice before acting.

🌼 Don't cross boundaries! Just because you're the caregiver, don't abuse your authority and force them to do anything their uncomfortable with.

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to be a flip is to be stuck between cg space and baby space. like if my cg was here and started babying me it would be over. if a lil baby was in front of me it would also be over for me

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tryna find more fwens

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hello I'm new here...if you have a sfw agere or age dreamer blog please like or reblog this so I can follow you!

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hi there little one! someone told me that you were very brave today. is that true? yes? i thought so! you are my brave baby after all, aren't you? you did all that by yourself! even when things were really scary, you were still so so strong! awh, come here love. you did so well today, let me take care of everything now.

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its late for you angel..! you need some rest... <3

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Baby's doing their peepee dance in the door frame of the bathroom while CG supposedly preps their special potty chair, but when they open their eyes, CG is settled on the closed big potty, two towels folded in their lap.

"Mm? Daddy?" Baby asks, one hand on their peepee parts, wagging their hips.

"You like your potty, baby?" Baby cocks their head and CG pats their thighs, "Come on up, I can't imagine those undies are worth saving anyway."

Baby blushes, their damp undies now growing slick when they realize what's being offered. They waddle forward, hand between their legs rubbing rather than holding now. CG notices.

"Looks like you do like it, huh?" CG helps their little one straddle them, sitting in their lap to face them chest to chest. Once they're safely snuggled in CG's arms, they do a cute little bounce on the towels to press themselves into it firmly. They shudder.

"Good baby! Does that feel good?"

Baby nods shyly, working their hips against the towels with their head tucked under CG's chin. CG's hands wrap firmly around their hips, helping them hump when their hips stutter. Baby moans.

"Sure sounds like fun, Baby, but don't forget why we're here." Their hands shift, one supporting Baby's back, one on their sloshy lower tummy.

Baby whimpers, embarrassed but needy.

"Shhh, little one. It's good practice!" Daddy's hands apply light pressure and Baby gasps, feeling the first spurt burst into the towel. They wiggle harder, trying to hold a bit longer Between the towel winding them up and CG pinning them down, they only have seconds before they explode.

"Practice?" they ask, trying to distract from their distress.

"Mm-hm! We're un-potty training, little one, and based on your neediness, I think you're almost ready for diapers." CG presses their hands down, rocking Baby back and forth on their potty towels.

Baby's mouth opens to protest this injustice, but instead they gasp at the hissing sound coming from the towels. Baby shivers hard, soaking their towels, wrapping their arms around CG and grinding into the wet heat below. Baby feels so good, so held, so relieved.

"See Baby? With diapers, you could feel like this all the time." CG goes back to helping Baby grind in their mess.

On shaky legs, Baby humps fast and hard.

"Daddy!!"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Wan diapees!" Baby's hips stutter.

"We'll get you your diapers, Baby. Now be good and come for Daddy."

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Sensory seeking autistic littles completely zoning out in front of a fish tank, or baby sensory video just bopping along watching all the pretty lights and colors. Being so immersed that they just don’t realize they have to go potty at all until a warm stream is running down their leg. Only then do they realize what’s happening.

Awwwww, poor thing! Oh this would be far too easy, just getting completely engrossed watching the fishies or the pretty video, their mind going all nice and quiet and melty as they do... Until they feel warm wetness around their lower half and realise they got too relaxed, their body didn't tell them that they had to tinkle! They couldn't help it!

Thanks for the ask!

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disabled littles who can’t always make it to the potty in time, but feel empowered when they’re being baby talked to and doted on like the precious little thing they are, rather than a sorta sad failed adult

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Jokingly getting your fave a potty training doll after they wet themselves infront of you, to "reinforce" the idea of "learning" to potty train

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Imagine yourself in bed with your FC when they have a terrible nightmare. They wake up screaming and wetting uncontrollably. You stay under the piss-soaked covers with them. You hug them gently and speak to them soothingly until they feel calm and safe.

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I'm looking for a little who wants to be Polly and have a little space sister and a daddy must be 17+ and nice.

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“that’s why i’m here!” k. bakugou✨

katsuki bakugou x regressor reader {gender neutral}

TW//USE OF THE WORD DADDY (NO S*XUAL CONTEXT), CRYING, BABYSPACE

you never got too small when in little space, just small enough to feel safe and have all the big kid worries go away!

your boyfriend/ carer katsuki was always there for you, carefully looking over your shoulder whenever you were tiny, because he likes to help!! he’s a really great carer!

he always looked for things to help you with..always.

“do you need help with that, pumpkin?”

“papa can get that for you, bubba!”

“are you hungry, duckie?”

“need help with your onesie, angel?”

you swore up and down that you’re a big kid and you don’t need any help! bc you could totally reach that very specific onesie that katsuki conveniently folded and put in the top shelf of your closet.

you thought you could. you thought. you tried standing on your tippy toes, you tried jumping, you’ve tried everything!! until it hit you! ahh yes, silly, a chair!!

but it was daddy’s desk chair.. that swivels and has wheels.. but you told yourself that you’d be extra, extra, extra careful while daddy was in the kitchen making dinner.

suddenly you felt very small, your legs were wobbly and head very floaty, you’ve never quite experienced your small space like this before, you felt..just..so tiny! you giggled at the chair swishing underneath you, until you realized you were losing your balance..and fast.

“d-dada!! dada help!” you yelled, no longer than a second later you were plopped on the ground with a very loud thump. katsuki has never ran faster in his life. your eyes welled up “d-dada i dunno wha happened!!” you ball your fists up in frustration. “i almost had it! was gonna be a big kid!!” you babbled on, tears flowing down your face. after the initial shock, katsuki rushed into action. he grabbed the onesie you desperately wanted, grabbed a stuffie, paci and you all in one go.

he laid you on the bed, trying to console you, he booped your nose and baby talked you until you started giggling again. “see baby, this is why you ask daddy to help you.” he lightly scolded you. you hummed in agreement, slightly ashamed. “this is why daddy is here, bubba. to help!” he finished snapping your onesie, and popped your paci into your mouth. helping you out into the kitchen where you were a very big helper!

-bunnie!! 💗✨ 💥 (also dis is my longest agere fic pls🥺👉🏽👈🏽)