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You are my sunshine

Tw: Implied Abuse

Enjoy my Ocs!

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The toys store gleamed with bright colors, sections ranging from hot pinks to muted grey's and blues and all the way to the infantile primary colors. Each section burned with a sweet, childish glow that drew in the four members of the band. Raymond, their manager and caregiver, had decided after a long few weeks of back and forth shows and relatively well behaved little ones, they were due for a treat, and what better than to scavenge a large toy store for a few toys each? He purposely drove them a few towns over to avoid the swarm of paparazzi terrorizing them. This way, they could enjoy their treat in peace.

Jax and Ari were up first, as they were the most likely to grow impateint and fussy waiting around to pick. Ari made a beeline for the rows painted in pink and purple. He decided on a few nail polish sets and dress up items. He already had about every Sofia the first toy sold, so instead, he opted for the ever after high series. Raymond chose to be lenient with the amount this go around. They deserved it. Besides, they had money to spare, and while he tried to limit their day to day, in the end, it wasn't his money to regulate. That being said, when they're regressed he does take charge, if he didn't, they'd have a princess bouncy castle permanently sat in their backyard along with an indoor playground that's usually found at a Chuck'e cheese or McDonald's playplace.

While Ari eagerly tossed his findings in the basket, Jax made his way towards the cars, batman figures, grabbing as many toys Raymond would allow, and even getting a few outside items. He decided on bright blue and orange water guns for their pool and a few jump ropes. He enjoyed running around outside, and Raymond encouraged it, considering how it's a good release for all that damn energy he seemed to never run out of.

Once the two were satisfied and Raymond had stopped their little hunt, Ezra was quickly making his way towards the older kid section. He leaned towards video games and accessories for his switches, along with funko pops and other figurines. He didn't take nearly as long to decide, and while his selection didn't seem like much, his choices were a bit more expensive. Once satisfied, he pushed his hands in his pockets, and finally, they were at the infant section tucked away into a cute corner.

With warm cheeks, Skye shuffled towards the shelves, quickly comforted by the soft colors and playful items. He opted for a toy phone, sesame street themed toys, a singing cat keyboard, and a few more soft blocks to play with and stack. His last venture was towards the bluey section, it being his latest obsession (right next to blues clues, of course. There's something about the little blue dogs that he adores). He didn't grab many, opting for a few plushies and toy sets. He didn't need a lot of toys. He often just napped and babbled anyway.

The last section was the most popular among the four, the stuffed toy section. It's a whole row of plush toys ranging with different sizes and colors, some sang, some danced, but most were averaged stuffed animals, stuffed with cotton and waiting to be whisked away to their new home.

All four surveyed it, Ezra less interested than the other three. He usually ended up destroying his stuffed animals in his petspace anyway, but he grabbed a few cheap ones for that reason anyway. Jax ended up getting a tiger because it's super cool, and he liked Tigers! He wasn't big on stuffed animals. He liked toys more, but a stuffed animal was nice to snuggle with at night.

Ari was, of course, estatic, grabbing quite a few soft toys that were cute and colorful. Skye liked stuffed animals quite a lot as well. He made sure to touch each one that caught his eye to make sure they were soft enough for his taste.

His eyes fell on a bear. It wasn't anything special in theory, it has a little sun hat, the strings falling down the side of its head and tied into a little bow under the chin. It's an average tan color, but its hands are holding a sunflower, and under the bottom paw says, "Play me!" In black, bubble letters. Curiously, Skye does.

"You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."

Soft hands cradled him, running through his hair occasionally, a gentle hum drifting through the air while her honey scent filled him with warmth. He pressed his face further into her shoulder, clinging to her. His feet bent against the cold tiling uncomfortably, but he couldn't move. Her grip left him weightless.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."

Blood trickled down his knee, her hands pressing a rag to the wound, pulling a soft whimper from his throat. Her humming gently overpowered the noise, and he was merely a background melody as she cleaned and disinfected the wound. His brittle body trembled as a warmth and chill twisted and fought beneath his skin.

"....ye?"

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."

Yelling, sharp, and menacing. Booming voices shook the walls, and Skye pressed his hands to his ears to muffle the sound. He hummed the tune over and over to himself, wanting the very voice screeching to worm its way back into his space and cradle him again.

"...kye-"

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."

All the soft, honey words had hardened, brittle and sharp edges ripping at his skin. Hands no longer cradled him. Instead, they dug into the very arms she used to hold. He hummed the tune anyway. He could cradle himself just as she had cradled him before.

"You are my sunshine-"

"...kye- Skye!"

Skye startles at the loud tone, his hand snatching away from the stuffed bear as if it had scorched him. He twisted his neck around so sharply he swore he heard it snap and stumbled away from the hand on his shoulder (her hand- his hand- his death grip-) and breathed heavily, staring back at the four pairs of eyes, all filled with concern and worry and Skye-

Skye's in a toy store.

Skye takes a sharp breath in, standing there for a minute. No one spoke. The silence twisted around his throat, and the pin dropping was defeaning. Skye pressed a hand to his cheek, rubbing away tears that had begun to dribble down and sniffled.

"Sorry." He whispers. "For ruining our trip."

"Don't apologize." Grunts out Ezra nearly immediately, frowning at him. "You didn't ruin shit." He kept his voice level, almost soft.

"It's alright, little one." Raymond's voice floated through his ear canal, cradling him. He missed being cradled. He missed her-

He swallowed so hard it hurt and shook away the memory. He stepped forward, leaning into Raymond, who wrapped an arm around his shoulders and welcomed him without hesitation. "It's alright, you're safe." He murmurs, running his large hand the his large hand through his bleached white hair. For once, Skye almost believed it to be true.

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Yes to all of this thank you

Another point i want to add is that there is no RIGHT way to regress. Age regression is YOUR coping mechanism. You never have to do anything. If you so choose to have a caregiver because that's what you want, you can choose to have rules that help you or don't have any. It's yours. Don't let anyone take away your choice. Even if you hand it away, it's still yours to give.

Mwah! 💕

Clearing Up Confusion Around Age Regression

➔ Regression isn’t always something you can control. Sometimes being overstimulated or having a traumatic event can make you regress whether you want to or not

➔ Regression is often a trauma response, i have complex ptsd and I regress after flashbacks, its a coping skill that my brain has automatically created, it is not pretending to be a child, your brain goes back to that childlike state to protect the current you. We don't actually think we're children. We know we are older! It's a coping mechanism!

➔ Regression doesn’t always mean the regressor will want to wear diapers, and drink out of bottles

➔ Regression isn’t always to really young ages!

➔ Romantic CGs aren’t seen as actual parents. Cglre isn’t inc*st role play

➔ Age Play IS NOT THE SAME AS age regression.

Age Play is a KINK! Age Play isn't always engaging in sexual activity while pretending to be in a child like state. There are a lot of "sfw" kinks that a person does not engage sexually (But, to be clear, kink by definition is sexual. Kink is still activating those pleasure receptors in the brain. Someone can be asexual and gain gratification from kinks. Those are not mutually exclusive.) So, by definition, age play is PRETENDING to be a child, or teen, or adult. (Age play isn't always young, sometimes it can be pretending to be older. That's just a lesser noticed side of it.)

Age Regression, however, is a COPING mechanism. A lot of people involuntarily regress from trauma. A lot of people voluntarily regress as a form of stress relief. That said, your mind goes back to that of an actual child. Age Regression is NOT pretending. Your mind is actually reverting back to when you were a child. (Using the general "you", not you specifically.)

➔ Regression isnt always going into a happy space. i regress during stressors and flashbacks and its extremely terrifying for me.

➔ Regressers can be sexual!

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So cute <33 honey is ABSOLUTELY an age regressor

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A rough night

Agere! Denki

Cg! Bakusquad/but mostly bakugou in this oneshot.

Soft hurt/comfort

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Bakugou is a heavy sleeper, on account of how he can't hear well. The shouting didn't wake him, the vibrations bursting through the floors did. He twisted in his sheets, eyes squinting at his violent red alarm clock overloading his vision. The sudden rattling of his headboard jerked him further awake, jumping as he watched it scrape against the wall, his eyes narrowing. His head went to the worst possible outcome, the league of villians infilatriating, some kind of villian terrorizing them over and over again because they really couldn't catch a break. Even before he reached for his hearing aids he could hear the slight muffled sounds, distant and unhelpful.

When he adjusted his hearing aids into place, he nearly ripped them back out. Even after some time, he wasn't used to the sudden burst of noise that welcomed him each time he fitted them. He didn't have time to wince and complain, not with the echoing of sobbing, shaking the walls piercing through his ears. The dimmed lighting outside of his door from the hallway lights flickered, and he didn't need to be as smart as he is to know who could be the cause of that. He'd recognize that cry of distress anywhere.

With a frustrated, tired groan, he tossed off his blankets, ignoring the concern smothering at his chest. Stomping towards his door, he ripped it open, scowling at the scene down the hall. Nearly half of Class-A huddled outside Kaminari's door. He gingerly stepped past a few shards of glass from a bulb that had popped and pushed through the flurry of people.

"What the hell is going on?" Bakugou sneers, stomping towards the scene. A few protests rang out as he worked his shoulders through, roughly knocking into his classmates to get by. He paused as Kirishimas' wide and bristling eyes met his.

He understood why even before he stepped past the crowd.

Denki sat on the ground, hypervenillianting past choked, loud wails while his hands dug into his blonde hair. Bakugou could see the loose strands wrapped around his fingers, a few on the ground while he cradled his body back and forth in a rocking position. Every time someone moved an inch closer, another beam of electricity rang out, narrowly missing anyone in sight. The walls sizzled, black burnt spots cascading over the wall. Smoke coated the bedside table, the top of his Pokémon themed lamp haven been blasted towards the other side of the room, glass scattered from where the bulb had blown.

"Fucking hell, shitty hair what's this shit?" He asks, though his tempered flared at the various amounts of muttering coming from behind him. He craned his neck around to glare at the nosey classmates. "All of you fuck off! And go make yourselves useful and find me Aizawa!" He sneers, satisfied when rushed nervous yelps rang through, a few of them tripping over themselves to go and find their sensei. With most of the idiots taken care of, he narrowed his eyes at Kirishima once more, who seemed to almost be crouched over, as if guarding Denki from everyone else, his hardening quirk slightly activated, likely to fight off any stray bolts of electricity set off.

"I don't know, man," Kiri supplies helplessly as the dozens of foosteps began to tamper off, frowning as Denki choked on a harsh sob, his eyes screwed shut so tight it seemed painful. "I woke up to him screaming and crying! I tried to calm him down, but I don't think he can hear me right now."

Bakugou frowns and peeks back at Mina and Sero, the other two who had stuck around. He narrowed his eyes, and Sero hesitantly hovered in the doorframe, awkwardly in his stance, as if debating on whether he should go as well. However, Mina drifted closer, a shine of worry clear in her pinched expression, and carefully lowered herself down onto ground, a generous distance between her and Denki. Her confidence as always has the same effect on others, leaving Sero to mimic her actions and sink to the floor beside her, his lips pulled into a troubled frown.

"He's ripping his hair out," She murmurs sadly.

"Fucking hell." Bakugou grunts, rolling his shoulders back before he kneeled down, gesturing with his head for Kirishima to move. He hesitated, but with a sharp stare, he stepped aside, leaving no barrier between the two. He stayed close, ready to shield the other if so needed.

"Pikachu." Bakugou snaps, his tone rough, and yet it softened around the corners. "Snap out of it dammit. You're worrying everyone."

It did nothing to soothe him, unsurprisingly, but he did shake his head in response. A sign he could hear them at least. It wasn't wonderful, but a step forward nonetheless. He dropped his head down against his knees, his voice beginning to strain and come out far too scratchy and rough for what was usually so cheerful and sweet.

With a short breath through his nose, Bakugou reached out and grabbed onto his arm, rubbing his thumb over his skin. "Shock me. I dare you." He warns, holding him firmly for a moment as he flinched and whined, his sobs catching in his throat. When he didn't immediately shock him, Bakugou rushed in, taking the opening in stride. He lifted him up and adjusted him until he wrapped his arms and legs around him like a koala, burying his snotty, tear soaked face into his shoulder with a shuddering sob. His hands dug into his shoulders tightly. It would hurt anyone else, but to Bakugou, he hardly felt it. He was used to the digging and squeezing.

"Relax," Bakugou barks, though that's all he is, all bark and no bite. Not when the usual sunny dumbass was wheezing and crying into his shoulder. His rough hand patted his back as he bounced him ever so slightly. "How the hell are you even breathing right now? Calm your ass down." He grumbles, ignoring the star-strucked gazes of the other three at the sight of Bakugou comforting Denki like an upset toddler.

And in a sense, that's all he is.

"How the hell did you do that?" Sero demands, tossing his arms up.

"We've been trying to get through to him for like twenty minutes!" Mina complains, and while the exasperation was there, so was exhaustion in her words as she all but collapsed into Kirishimas arms, her pink hands cradling her hair. "I mean- he was just sobbing! And anytime we got close, he would shock us!"

"Tsk. He knows better than to shock me." Bakugou sneers, his hand gently cradling the back of his head despite his tone. "Fuckin hell Pikachu, I mean it, breathe." He demands as he continued to choke on his own cries, shaking his head. With another grunt in the back of his throat, Bakugou thought for a moment, sending a subtle look of hesitance towards Sero as he happened to be closest to the closet.

"Tape face." He demands, immediately earning his attention, his head snapping in his direction. "There's a box in the closet. It's a yellow shoe box with a fuck ton of dumb stickers. Grab it now." His tone left no room for protests nor questions, and Sero didn't voice any complaint as he immediately shuffled towards the closet, following his directions obediently.

"What-" Mina began, but Bakugou bared his teeth and reached his hand out to snatch at the box. Denki whined at the jostling, and Bakugou gave him a small squeeze as a silent apology.

"Don't ask questions. Don't laugh. Don't speak. If you three are going to fucking stay than you shut up and sit on the bed. Got it?"

The three peer at each other, varying levels of hesitance and worry clear on their faces, and yet they all moved to sit on the floor, eyeing the scene carefully. While they didn't have the answers to such an odd situation, all three of them knew that Denki was upset, and they couldn't leave him. Even if Bakugou seemed to know what he was doing.

With the three settled in, Bakugou wordlessly tipped open the box and tugged out a pacifier.

He watched eyebrows raise and lips part, but with one sharp glare, not a peep slipped out.

He guided Denki's head back with a firm hand on the back of his neck, grimacing at the state of his shirt but didn't grumble about it like he wanted to. Instead, he pressed the bulb of the yellow pacifier into Denki's mouth, not giving in as he fussed and refused it the first few times, his wet eyes darting between the object and his three clueless friends. Eventually, he settled and took it. The effect was immediate, his cries dying down. While silent tears continued to run down his cheeks, his hoarse sobs were instead little hiccups past the bulb.

"See? Stubborn little fuck, it's fine. If they say shit I'll kill them." He assures him, and while his voice wasn't very soothing, Denki seemed to relax anyway, leaning his head in to duck into his neck, successfully silenced. With a small breath of relief, Bakugou slipped onto the bed, his arms and legs beginning to ache with all the pacing and bouncing he was doing. It gave his body a much needed break. Training that day had been especially brutal, Aizawa wasn't holding back, especially after the most recent attacks. Bakugou could take it, but it certainly didn't mean he wasn't mourning his loss of sleep in the back of his head.

"Is... Is he okay?" Kirshima asks after a few moments of silence besides the soft, suckling noise. He kept his voice low, as if scared he'd startle his friend into another crying fit. He propped himself up taller to get a better look at his state, eyebrows pinched.

With a tired huff, Bakugou patted his back one last time. "Yeah. He's fine now. Get over here and hold him."

Kirishima bristles at the demand. "What? But you just said-"

"My arms are tired dammit. You're built like a damn tank. Just take him. I told you he's fine." Bakugou snaps, and Mina pouts a bit, wanting nothing more than to cradle their friend.

"Aw, why can't I hold him?"

"In case he freaks out again. Shitty hair has his quirk, so he'll be fine."

"Bro, are you sure?" Kirishima asks seriously, sweat forming on his brow. "He seems pretty comfortable..."

"If you don't get your ass over here, you'll be sounding like he just was real quick."

Kirishima quickly rose to his feet, towering over where Bakugou sat and carefully held out his arms. Shifting, Bakugou began to tug Denki away, earning a loud whine of protest and a small sniffle to emphasize it.

"Dude..." Kirishima murmurs, his shoulders dropping worriedly.

"He's being a little shit now. Trust me." Bakugou huffs, passing Denki off while he began instantly whining and starting the tears back up, reaching for Bakugou. Kirishima made quick work of tugging him in close, attempting to mimic the same movements Bakugou had before, albeit far more awkward and slightly panicked. It seemed to do the trick nonetheless with Denki settling soon after, his head resting on Kiri's shoulder, eyes half lidded in exhaustion. He took in his strong form with delight, curling his fist into his shirt, finding comfort in how he huddled his arms around him.

And well, Mina couldn't help but coo at the sight.

"Aw, he's kinda cute like this!" She giggles, her voice noticeably hushed into a whisper despite her enthusiasm.

"Yeah." Sero grins. "He's like a little baby or something."

Bakugou snorts and runs a hand over his face. "You idiots have no idea." He laid back on the bed, exhaustion hitting him like a train. His hip knocked into the shoe box, and he swiftly flicked it close. He was already going to be in deep shit with the damn blonde when he woke up no longer regressed for revealing it. He didn't need the group to probe and pry further.

Not that they would, a little voice supplies, and he promptly shoves it away and presses his palms over his eyes. Just as he was beginning to calculate how many hours they had before the sun would rise, Aizawa appeared in the doorway, his hands tucked into his pants pockets, surveying the scene.

He looked between the students, noticing the pacifier bobbing in Kaminari's mouth, and sighed.

"Clean up the glass in the hall. I'm assuming the fires out?" He asks, boredly making contact with Bakugou, who shifted his gaze to his.

"Yeah. No thanks to you. What the hell took you so long?"

"It took a while to calm down the class enough to get a straight answer. I think I need to give you all another lesson on how to summarize an emergency properly." His voice drawled with tired exasperation. "If you four need anything, you know where to find me." He reminds, pausing briefly before he turned to leave. "And have Kaminari come see me tomorrow. He's excused from class, you all are. Get some rest. Thursday will be hell."

With the last threat cemented, the teenagers couldn't even feel the wrath laced in those words, as it was far too weak to burn. With their sensei walking off, Mina gave a soft yawn and moved to slide onto the bed, Sero following in toe.

"What?" Bakugou snaps as Minas head shadows over his.

"Sleepover?" She asks hopefully, her lips tilted into a sweet smile while Sero swung an arm around her shoulders.

"Now you're thinking! Let's do it!"

"Fine." Bakugou grits out, shoving Mina away before peering over at the sight of Kaminari buried away. Even with his face turned away, Bakugou could tell the other blonde was dead asleep by his limp body and the way his back lifted and rose evenly. "My room. My bed's the biggest. And don't you fucker's touch anything got it?"

Kirishima smiles, charming and toothy. "You're so manly bro, such a good friend."

"Yeah, how'd you know how to do all that anyway?" Sero asks, following Bakugou as he headed down the hall towards the common rooms first to grab a broom for all the glass. The other two followed in toe, snickering at the way Bakugou sped off, the tips of his ears turning pink at the flury of praise.

"Fuck off. I'm good at everything." He snaps, hands balled into fists before peeking back briefly. "...and I just know, got it? Now shut up, let's clean up and go to bed."

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Shoto Todoroki Agere headcanons!

❄️has been tested repeatedly ever since he turned 13 for his classification

🔥Endeveor immediately forced him onto suppressants the minute he presented as a little. He wears patches constantly (much beyond the recommended times).

❄️a delay in his suppressants leaves him vulnerable to his own instincts. After being suprressed for years, he slips, and he slips hard. It lasts a solid week with him being unable to be coaxed out and left in the care of Aizawa and Hizashi until he inevitably ages up and is embarrassed and ashamed. With a bit of a heart to heart, Todoroki is taken off suppressants and adapts to regressing.

🔥His headspace age range is rocky. It hasn't quite solidified, but he usually regresses smaller, down to infant years and up to age three. He's a padded regressor.

❄️He's quiet, often falling nonverbal save for the occasional one word answer. He instead either uses baby sign language or leaves his gestures and whines up to interpretation.

🔥When he grows more comfortable he'll act out just because he feels safe enough to do so, but is absolutely all tears by the time his punishment is over (likely a timeout and soft speaking to, but that's enough to get him feeling guilty). He's definitely a bit sassy, too, eventually, which is to be expected.

❄️Usually regresses around Iida and Midoriya the most. Momo as well. They all got together to make him a schedule that's followed whether he's big or not, to create a sense of security of what's to come with their day. It's made weekly, depending on their classes and activities and incredibly detailed, color coded, and everything. He cherishes it.

🔥Furthermore, he absolutely has a behavior chart/mainly as an excuse for Him to put cute stickers on it. It's almost always filled with the brim.

❄️also, he is a velcro baby. He never wants to be let down or left alone, very clingy. Loves to sit with his caregivers when they're doing homework and what not

🔥He doesn't play alot, he enjoys coloring and listening to audio books/looking through picture books (or if his caregivers are up to it, being read to).

❄️when he's a bit older in headspace, he's definitely curious. His favorite word is "Why?" And loves when Midoriya will ramble for hours about everything, soaking in every word, even if his toddler brain doesn't actually understand any of it.

🔥His scent is likely a cool, fresh mint scent, with an undertone of a wintergreen tree.

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Denki age regressor headcanons!!

I love classification aus so I'll admit that's probably where most of these headcanons are gonna go. Also a sucker for bakusquad so sorry if you get alot of it!

⚡️Presented as a little late but everyone knew way before he did.

⚡️his little scent is probably along the lines lemonade and honey, and when distressed it sours.

⚡️2-4 headspace age range

⚡️always puts things in his mouth. His fingers, his shirt, toys, but almost immediately they're changed out for a pacifier or a teether/chewy toy that is placed on his wrist/around his neck for thr 800th time (he loses them again by the next day)

⚡️so energetic, absolutely climbs on the couches and gets chased around by everyone constantly. He can't out run bakugou in big space, yet somehow when regressed he can never seem to catch him.

⚡️Bakugou absolutely makes all his meals. He does anyway really, big or not, but when little he goes through the trouble of sitting him down and usually sitting with him so he actually eats (or else he'll just play with his food or try and wonder off). Or bakugou will make another person sit through it.

⚡️shinsou absolutely encourages denki's endless energy just to piss off bakugou. He secretly feeds him caffeine and sugar, but of course it usually backfires as Bakugou sticks him with babysitting

⚡️if him and bakugou are both little at once, bakugou is absolutely the big brother telling what to do all the time. Sometimes he can be nice in his own way

-"Tch. Fine! I'll help you build the toy. Gimme."

-"No! No! Build it like this dummy! Or else it'll fall."

-"Imma tell if you don't get down! (You'll fall...)"

-"Stop crying...listen I'll scare away all the damn monsters kay?! I'm way bigger than you so I can!"

⚡️Kirshima absolutely spoils littles, it's hard for him to be firm but that's why aunty's Minas there to put her foot down. Its not that Kirishima can't, oh he can and has, he just kinda...puts it off even when he really shouldn't sometimes. And denki? Well when he gives those puppy dog eyes? Kiri absolutely folds.

⚡️Mina loves putting Denki is adorable outfits like Pikachu onesies or well, anything yellow. A little bee tshirt, Winnie the pooh when he's smaller, sunflowers hair clips, the works.

⚡️He sometimes has accidents because he doesn't want to pull away from playing his games or what not.

⚡️Aizawa will check in on him from time to time. Denki will draw him pictures when little and insist Kiri pass them on, and Aizawa totally has kept every drawing ever given to him by his students. Aizawa doesn't tease him for it, but Denki drowns in embarrassment everyrime it is mentioned.

I'll probably add more later but that's all I got.

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Awwww!! This is super cute! <33

poooof!! ꒰ the timelapse for this art is underneath the cut!꒱

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I don't see sero as an age regressor but I definitely see him as an uncle who when tasked with babysitting absolutely uses his tape to dangle the kiddos from the ceiling or sum. If they're getting too rowdy?

"Kami! Uncle sero has a came. It's called Spiderman. Wanna play?" And of course Denki wants to play, absolutely buzzing on the heels of his feet. He's overjoyed as Sero shoots his tape out and wraps around his ankles to hoist him upside down and suspend him from the ceiling and Denki is just living for it.

Until bakugou or sum comes out and immediately demands to put him down and probably slaps him upside the head.

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Pet regression is so underrated you guys, like C'mon you guys please I need more fics of it 😭 age regression my beloved but PET REGRESSION MY BETROTHED

Like tell me pet regressor bakugou wouldn't be so cute, or feral pet regressor Remus?? Oh dammit I just realized I like feral ass characters.

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The drinking problem one is actually by me!!! I got so excited seeing this here but I very much agree! Age regression isn't always so cut and dry so I love bringing all kinds of elements into stories to show that :3

Drinking problem is such an old book of mind and admittingly isn't that well written but it's quite fun to look back on and read here or there and I just thought I'd reblog this as a note mostly to myself to try and write again more and make it h u r t.

agere stories i want to see more of:

tantrums. shouting. screaming. throwing stuff. especially if they weren't "allowed" to have tantrums as a kid, or are super passive/a pushover normally. let them scream.

stories where they confess that they age regress and people do think they're weird for it

stories where they have potty accidents and need to deal with it. stories where they're afraid to wear diapers because they don't want to be seen as weak. stories where they don't want to sleep because they might regress and wet the bed.

stories where they hurt someone, either by accident or on purpose

stories where flips struggle to regress because people are mean if they're not caregiving all the time. stories where they struggle to regress because they're the reliable caregiver. stories where they struggle to regress because they're ashamed of it and caregiving is easier. stories where they struggle to regress because they love caregiving and don't want to step away to take care of themselves

stories where they struggle to regress because they're avoiding it. stories where they can't regress because they want to avoid something but it keeps breathing down their neck and they can't run away from it this time

stories where they dont want to worry anyone and think they're getting away with it and end up worrying everyone anyway

stories where they cry, they cry, they cry, they cry, they cry, they cry, they cry, and they can't stop it no matter how hard they try,

stories without a happy ending

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Guys hear me out, little bakugou getting one of those toddler drum sets right and just being absolutely estatic about it and bangs on them so loudly, no tune in sight.

Anyway Denki totally got them for him as a joke and everyone hates him now because dammit trying to get Little bakugou away from his drums is impossible.

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Had to draw him!!! .

little izuku 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

make sure to drink water and eat some yummy food today!

people can use my deku paci edit w/o credit if u want! ^^^

headcanons

his favorite thing to do when regressed is playing games (very energetic little)

regresses 5-7 but likes using baby stuff anyway

he also regresses around 11-14 involuntarily bc middle school years sigh

buys sooo much agere gear, usually all might stuff, it’s unbearable (it’s not)

crinkle baby blankets… so many

friendship bracelets, all very unique there’s so much thought put into them

loves watching those little fidget board videos on youtube shorts…

loves bugs, still lowkey freaked out by them but doesn’t like judging things by how they look (he then gets bitten by smth poisonous)

his cg loves poking his cheeks, and counting his freckles. it’s just a given

note: i’ve been so obsessed over little izuku so much recently, i don’t even know why. i just wanna squeeze his freaking cheeks and take care of him. i just wanna wrap the little guy in a baby blanket, cradle him, and rock him to sleep. (╥﹏╥)

[lil-mushr00m]

Princess

Caregiver! Janus, Patton, Logan, and Virgil.

Little! Roman

(You'll notice a running theme in my agere fanfics- I'm cooked for cg Janus specifically)

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Roman is a prince.

Roman enjoys being a prince, he enjoys acting like a prince and dressing like a prince because that is who he is—while not in a literal sense that would be incredibly helpful when it came to indulging in his pretend games though—and while he enjoys being a prince, he had a problem. His dilemma was confusing and annoying, cause he is a prince. A boy.

But sometimes he wants to be a boy and a princess. He wanted the frilly dresses and pretty makeup. He wanted to be called girly pet names that made his ears go red. Sure, boys can wear dresses and stuff too, but the others always assure him how manly he is, even when in a dress, and most of the time he appreciates it because most of the time he wants to be a little prince.

But every once in a while, including today, he woke up with the burning urge to throw such a title out the window. He still wanted to be perceived as regal, because he is very much royalty, so he couldn't help but feel his chest tighten a bit when he peered up, having cuddled up in one of his caregivers' beds the night before rather than his own, and had Patton smiling sweetly at him, his glasses not yet on. The words fell from his lips naturally, and Roman wanted to whimper. It sounded wrong.

"Morning little prince, did you sleep well?" Patton whispered sweetly, they liked to ease into loud amounts of noise in the morning, as waking up isn't easy for any of them except for Logan and Patton.

Roman decided maybe if he wasn't little, then he didn't have to be a prince today. "Sorry Pat, not little anymore," He says, chuckling softly, his voice cracking a bit at the end at the obvious lie. Patton seemed to just pass it off as a morning quirk and chuckled, giving him a head kiss.

"No need to apologize, that's fine. You hungry?" He asks, gently pulling away and Roman immediately missed the comforting feeling of his strong dad's arms around him. He didn't complain though, he merely nodded his head and sat up, fisting at his eyes with a little grumble.

It was going to be a long day, he could tell.

"Alright kiddo! I'll start on some pancakes!" Patton chirps, far too chipper at such an hour. Roman only bobbed his head and watched him leave, unable to hold back his sigh of relief. Sliding out of bed, he wanted to change into something frilly—something pretty. He wanted to have his caregiver call him a cute little princess as he twirled and showed them a pretty dress or tutu. He could wear it any day he knows, he wears dresses all the time but it wasn't the same.

He decided to indulge in his desire, even if he didn't put on a frilly one, which he kept for his little space. He slipped on a white, high-rise skirt that came up to about his mid-thigh, along with a cute red sweater. It's simple, yet cute, and suits him. He felt a lot better now that he dressed up a bit.

After he was dressed he headed downstairs, not at all surprised to find Virgil on the counter, sipping tiredly at a mug filled with coffee. Logan opted to sit at the table, unlike the emo fiend, also drinking coffee. Roman didn't particularly like coffee, he only liked it if it was in a very complicated order at Starbucks to the point where it didn't even taste like coffee. Not that it mattered anyway, he wasn't typically allowed caffeine, which is fair, he didn't need it anyway, his brain already raced a thousand times a second.

"Morning my chemically imbalanced Romance!" Roman cheered, attempting to act as normal as possible, as if had wasn't on the verge of slipping. Couldn't be him.

Virgil seemed to notice his lack of his usual "Mornin' Vee Vee!" And grunted. "Morning, princey." Roman hoped he didn't catch the way he deflated at the name. Because he didn't.

"I'm surprised you aren't regressed," Logan states bluntly as he glanced up from a book he seemed to be reading. Who starts reading so early in the morning? Roman doesn't know, but apparently, Logan is one of them.

"Woke up big." Roman says with a shrug, trying not to shrink as Logan eyed him. Stupid mom senses, he probably saw right through him!

"Well, I'm sure you'll regress soon. You rarely wake up big, especially seeing you don't have work until the late afternoon," Logan points out. Roman merely shrugged and was glad he did not have work today because he wasn't sure he would last out in the world. He would surely slip faster than any other.

Then of course the last person he wanted to be around at the moment walked in. He looked exhausted and immediately went for the coffee machine. Now Roman wanted some, it seemed like all the big people were drinking it! And he's a big boy right now!

"Can I have coffee?" He blurts out, and Virgil snorts.

"I thought you were big?"

"I am," Roman huffs out defensively.

"Then why are you asking our permission?" Logan adds in, a bit amused himself and Roman flushed heavily.

"W-Well- I-I-!"

"Roman," interrupted Janus as he strolled over. "You don't like coffee."

"Do too!" Roman insists.

"Fine then," Janus says, setting down his mug on the table. "Prove it, little prince."

Roman glared at him for the name, and Janus smirked in response. Roman hated his stupid smirk! Their teasing made him feel all small!

"I will!" He huffs, far too stubborn for his own good. He tugged the mug over and frowned as it was rather hot. He didn't particularly care for hot beverages. He lightly blew on it before sipping. Immediately, he tried to school his expression but was actively failing, earning multiple snickers around the room.

"Oh yes, you seem to have enjoyed yourself," Janus teases, gently taking the mug back before having a seat.

"It's not my fault you drink it black!" Roman complains. "It's gross like that."

"Well, kiddo," Patton chuckles out. "That's how most adults like it." He explains, heading over with a few plates of breakfast, and Roman wasn't very happy to find Patton had cut his up his meal for him! He had told him he's big! He is!

"Patton, I'm big," He complains loudly for what felt like the hundredth time that morning, crossing his arms as he glared at him slightly. Patton merely gave him a sweet smile.

"Sorry sweet prince, it's a habit."

Roman grimaced at the name. He thought saying he was big was gonna make them call him by his name! He felt rather frustrated, and he showed this by shoving his plate forward and slumping in his chair. Everyone's eyes fell on him now, but he kept his petty glare on the table.

"Roman," Came Janus' calm, yet firm voice. "That's enough now, Patton didn't mean to cut it up. He's used to you being little in the morning. And I have to say, I'm not quite convinced you aren't little with your behavior."

Roman flushed at the scolding and he held back a whine and kicked his feet under the table. They were dumb! Dumb! Dumb! Dumb!

"Not little!" He hisses, his tone higher in pitch than he had made it before.

"And why not?" Patton asks, all too soft for Roman to handle. "Why don't you wanna be little baby?" He hated that tone. It was the tone he used when he was trying to drag information out of him, and Roman hated that, too!

Roman only whined and felt his eyes prick with tears. His bottom lip trembled and he quickly stood up and bolted out of the kitchen, ignoring the protests from his usual caregivers. He headed down the hall to his room and slipped under the bed, burying his sobs into his arms as he allowed his head to fall forward. His body curled in on itself and his fingers firmly slid into his mouth as he began aggressively sucking on them for a source of comfort. As he hiccupped around his fingers, soft footsteps only had him sliding further towards the wall, wanting to be far away from everyone and anyone!

He watched with blurry vision as Janus peeked under the bed, crouching to his level, and was quick to lay on his stomach. He rested his head on his hand as he tilted his head to the side curiously.

"My dear prince—" Roman sobbed louder at the name. "Why are you so upset?" Janus asks, and his tone made goosebumps crawl up Roman's skin and his chest went warm and fuzzy, but it didn't stop the tears from barreling down his cheeks.

"N-Not Little!" He cries, pressing himself further into the corner, hiding his face away, feeling ashamed for such childish sobs and whines that left his throat, but his head was feeling fuzzier than it should, and he knew his statement wasn't at all true.

As did Janus.

"That's not it," Janus insists quietly. "How am I supposed to fix the issue if you won't tell me what it is hm? I promise I won't be upset, my sweet prince."

"N-Notta prince!" He finally whimpers out, the tone so quiet and vulnerable, and Janus seems to freeze at his words, eyebrows pinched in concern.

"Darling, what do you mean?"

Roman sniffled, and somehow, he found the courage to peek at the man again, his bottom lip quivering as he choked down another cry. "Don' wanna be a prince..."

"I see," Janus murmurs. "What do you wanna be then dear?"

Roman bit down on his lip and his cheeks began to warm in embarrassment. "Princess..."

Janus blinked. And then again. And once more.

Oh. Oh.

"Oh, my sweet princess," Janus all but croons. "Oh, baby, why didn't you say something? My dear—oh of course you can be our little princess."

"B-Buh- still a boy!!"

"And still my beautiful little princess anyway," Janus assures with a soft smile, beckoning out from under the bed, greatful when he gave in and crawled out from his hiding spot. He crawled into Janus' lap and leaned into his chest, hiccuping tears while Janus cradled his hand through his hair. "You can be a boy and a princess dear, I wish you would have told us sooner, but no matter what can I do to make you much more comfortable, baby?" He asks, swiping his gloved thumbs against his cheeks, wiping away the tears that rushed down the others' faces.

Roman sniffled, fisting at his eyes, it nearly felt too good to be true, but he wouldn't deny such a sweet offer. "Wanna be a princess," He repeats softly, and Janus nods, gently helping him to his feet, holding his hand in his.

"Then a princess, you shall be my dear. Next time we're upset, we use our words, though, yes? We can't help if we don't know the problem, little one, do you understand?" Janus asks, his tone sickeningly sweet as he leads Roman off towards his closet, scrambling through it to find the perfect outfit for his dear princess.

Roman, who was already regressed but was attempting to fight it, gave into his headspace and allowed his shoulders to slump and relax, watching excitingly as Janus' fingers skimmed against his clothing. He nodded along to his sweet tone that swayed his regressing mind, wrapping his brain into a warm hug that had him floating. "Uh-huh," He murmurs. "M'have the frilly one?" He asks, pointing to a pretty pink, frilly skirt that he had hidden near the back, grinning as Janus immediately plucked it off the hanger.

"Of course, anything for you my pretty princess," Janus croons softly. "Let's get you changed and then it's someone's breakfast time. I'll warm it up for you in the microwave, how does that sound baby boy?"

Roman smiled big, his cheeks slightly pink and he absolutely swooned as Janus continued to call him a boy. This felt right, he felt so right.

"Sounds awesome Janny! Thankies! Thankies!"

"Of course princess, anything for you."

[lil-mushr00m]

Wait WAIT PUTTING OOPSY BEAR IN THERE IS SO CUTE OMG

For anyone who hasn't watched the 2007 version of carebears, oopsy bear is a carebear who never got a tummy patch so he drew one on-

AND THAT FITS DEKU SO WELL I LOVE IT OMG

I can't even- that's so good I love this omg omg omg

Anyway I just had to ramble about that thanks guys

little izuku 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

make sure to drink water and eat some yummy food today!

people can use my deku paci edit w/o credit if u want! ^^^

headcanons

his favorite thing to do when regressed is playing games (very energetic little)

regresses 5-7 but likes using baby stuff anyway

he also regresses around 11-14 involuntarily bc middle school years sigh

buys sooo much agere gear, usually all might stuff, it’s unbearable (it’s not)

crinkle baby blankets… so many

friendship bracelets, all very unique there’s so much thought put into them

loves watching those little fidget board videos on youtube shorts…

loves bugs, still lowkey freaked out by them but doesn’t like judging things by how they look (he then gets bitten by smth poisonous)

his cg loves poking his cheeks, and counting his freckles. it’s just a given

note: i’ve been so obsessed over little izuku so much recently, i don’t even know why. i just wanna squeeze his freaking cheeks and take care of him. i just wanna wrap the little guy in a baby blanket, cradle him, and rock him to sleep. (╥﹏╥)

[lil-mushr00m]

Drawing

Regressor! Virgil

Caregivers! Janus and Patton

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Waxy, bright colors circled a piece of drawing paper, nearly every color out of the crayon box used to fill the paper, a certain little spider focused on creating a portrait. Creativity tended to drift towards Roman, Remus, and hell, even Patton, with his jewelry! If he stretched, maybe Janus, with his theatrics. In the end, next to Logan, Virgil never considered himself much of a creative man. There and now, he sat determined, though, coloring a nice picture.

Today was the day. He'd give Patton the picture and tell him he regresses. He could do it.

As his picture came to a finish, he set his dull crayon down, halfway used, and admired his picture. It isn't perfect by any means. It's messy, and a few streaks of colors dragged far outside the lines. Even so, he figured all the colors would be a nice touch. Patton likes colors.

He shakily stood up, wearing his signature hoodie, and glanced at the little black cat sitting on his bed, tail lazily swaying against his sheets. She perks up briefly at his stare and tilts her head, and Virgil bites his lip.

"What if he hates it?" He thinks aloud to her, picking the drawing up with a worried frown. "And what if...what if he thinks I'm weird?" He chokes out, his chest suddenly feeling a bit tight and his eyes brimming with tears. His little cat meows softly, sitting up and staring. Sniffling, Virgil heads over, gently reaching a hand out to have her knock her fuzzy head against his knuckles, purring softly. Her whiskers tickle in skin, and he cracks a smile through his tears.

"Thanks, Luna," He whispers quietly. "Gonna do it okay? I am." He insists with a little nod and peers over at the door. "Patton will understand, Gotta tell him. Maybe Lo would...but..." Virgil trails off, his cheeks dusting pink. "Wanna tell Pat." he choked out, fidgeting with the end of his hoodie, brushing his fingertips against the fabric over and over, soothing himself.

Luna knocked her head against his knuckles again, almost encouraging him, and Virgil nodded. "Okay, Imma do it." He tells her, beginning to walk towards his door. "Just rip it off like a bandaid-"

BAM

Virgil yelps loudly, jumping nearly six feet off the ground as his door slams open, his eyes widening. Luna shoots up, hissing loudly at the intruder. Remus stood tall, grinning wide with messy hair, some of it thrown into a couple of braids while the rest was left untamed. His face flashed with glee, and Virgil watched it flicker for a moment with confusion as he peered around the room.

"Why do you-"

"Get out!" Virgil hisses, getting over his initial shock, his shoulders tense while he moved to push Remus out. He only used one hand, the other reserved to shoot behind his back and hide his colorful drawing from the prying wide eyes. Remus barely seemed phased by his weak pushing and peered behind his back curiously.

"The fuck are you hiding?" He laughs, easily making a grab for it while Virgil flushed and tried to desperately to snatch it back.

"Remus! Give it!" He hisses, kicking his calf roughly while he easily kept him at arms length, looking over his colorful drawing of Patton, his cheeks burning as he gave a loud, amused cackle.

"This is so lame! It's kinda fucking cute. What's with all the kid shit anyway?" He asks while tears of frustration build up in Virgils eyes, his hands balling into fists.

"Give it back!"

"Honestly," a silky smooth voice drawled, interrupting the two. "Remus, can't you go two seconds without tormenting someone?" Janus sighs, drifting into Virgils room while Virgils chest begins to tighten, his breathing picking up a bit. He shrunk away, hugging over his stomach protectively while Luna snarled, getting low.

"It's fun," Remus snickers, holding out the picture, much to Virgils dismay. "Besides, look at this!"

Janus takes the picture and admires it a bit, his lips curling into an amused smirk. "This is cute," He muses while Virgil sinks further into his hoodie. "Patton, hm?"

"Give it back," Virgil whines for the hundredth time, his voice cracking a bit, having to blink back tears. "It was stupid. Just give-"

"It's not stupid," Janus' voice is oddly soft, and Virgil hated how it caused a comforting warmth to wash through him. Janus' eyes seemed to dart across his desk, noting all the childish items scattered, and yet said nothing on the topic. He swiftly grabbed Remus by his ear, earning a loud whine.

"Hey!"

"How about," Janus' voice easily overpowers Remus' whines. "I take you to see Patton, hm? I'll get Remus tied down somewhere-" Janus ignores Remus' eyebrow wiggle. "And we'll go, hm? After all, such a magnificent work of art can't stay hidden, can it?" Janus muses, delicately handing it back to Virgil, watching as he desperately snatched it away and held it to his chest, his head tilted down while he bit his lip and gave a weak shrug.

"I'll be back in a few moments, little spider. Sit tight." Janus sings, gently holding a finger out to Luna, who had calmed down just a tad and swiped at him anyway, albeit weakly. Janus pulled his hand back, respecting the little cats wishes, though, she didn't immediately maul him, he took it as a good sign. He didn't wait for a response before he dragged Remus away, leaving Virgil to comprehend what the hell just happened. His regressed brain raced, and he could barely contain his emotions, his bottom lip trembling.

It hadn't gone awful, Janus seemed supportive, Remus is an idiot, but he wanted to tell them on his terms, and now they both knew! He didn't want them to know so soon! He choked back a sob and sat on his bed, allowing the drawing to drift to the floor while he laid and curled up, a few tears slipping down his cheeks. He didn't know what to do, too overwhelmed. Luna trailed over, laying against his knee, and Virgil hiccuped, slipping his thumb past his lips, indulging in the comfort. He sucked furiously, burying himself into his hoodie, his other hand reaching down to lightly pet Luna's head. It wasn't long before there was a gentle yet firm knock at his door, and he whined lowly. He didn't bother to respond. He knew who it was. At least Janus had the decency to knock.

His suspicions were confirmed as he heard those same heeled boots click against his floor. He could hear them stop right before his bed. After a bit of shuffling, the drawing slipped over his body and rested within eyesight.

"Dear," His voice unfairly sent a shiver up his spine, and he hiccuped around his thumb. "I think Patton will find the drawing lovely. It's awfully cute. Come now, you were just on your way, weren't you? I assure you, there will be no more interruptions." He urges, his tone remaining gentle. He would only push a tad but never crossed the line. He's known Virgil for ages and knew that sometimes he needs the push.

Virgil knows he is right. Patton would like it. Maybe. But now his eyeshadow is all smudged, and his thumb feels right sitting in his mouth, and everything is too much and—

A dark purple pacifier hovers in front of him, and Virgil finally peeks up with wet eyes.

Janus smiles back at him. Not a smirk. No malicious or devious intent. He just smiles, warm and soft. His body is crouched over him slightly, and Luna cowers, giving a low, warning growl. She eases up as Virgil hesitantly reaches for the pacifier, replacing his thumb for it with warm cheeks.

"There we go," Janus soothes. "I bet that's much better now, hm? Now, how about we go find Patton? I'll be with you every step of the way." He assures him, standing up all again, watching as Virgil turns and sits up, slow and cautious. He reluctantly grabs at his drawing and sniffles, rubbing at his stained cheeks with his sleeve.

"S'stupid," He mumbles, sad and anxious as he fiddles with it.

Janus only clicks his tongue and lightly helps him to his feet, taking his free hand in his. "Now, that's just silly. He'll love it." He reassures, not allowing Virgil to think on it further and guides him off out of his room, walking in front of him, of course. Virgil anxiously peered around, watching for anyone else to walk out, admiring the way Janus took confident strolls ahead of him.

They ended up in the kitchen doorway, Virgil effectively hiding behind Janus and half burying himself into him. Janus doesn't comment on this and instead stares ahead, watching as Patton hummed a light tune, stirring a pot of something, his hips swinging with the gentle song in his head. Janus smirks, amused, and clears his throat, watching as he startles a bit. He turns around quickly, his cheeks going a bit pink.

"Oh hi, Janus!" He croaks out, admittingly embarrassed at being caught. "What can I do for you, kiddo?"

"I'm older than you, Patton," Janus reminds him, though fondness was clear in his voice before he shook his head, not wanting to stray away from the topic. "It isn't me who needs something. As a matter of fact, it's Virgil." He tells him, the man in question clinging tighter at the sound of his name.

Pattons eyebrows furrow, concern immediately lacing his features. "Oh no! Is everything alright?" He asks, frowning at him while Janus hums softly.

"Yes, yes, he's a bit anxious, but he has something to give you," Janus reveals, taking a step forward so they would linger in the kitchen now and gently tried to step aside so Virgil would peek out, and yet he seemed determined to hide away against him. "Virgil, you can't give Patton your drawing like that, can you?" Janus urges him gently while Patton softened, stepping away from the stove for a moment.

"Kiddo?" He calls, and his voice just melts Virgil from the inside out. It wasn't fair. It was so easy for Patton to just— just use his voice on him! Janus did it, too, and he hated it.

Slowly, he unclenched Janus' jacket and let him guide him out by his hand and avoided Pattons face, clinging to his drawing still. His cheeks burn under his gaze, wanting the ground to swallow him up, his fingers trembling ever so slightly. Patton doesn't comment on the pacifier bobbing in his mouth, sharing a brief stare with Janus. He smiles, though, allowing a soft coo to slip past his lips.

"I see you have a drawing, kiddo," Patton sings, excitingly eyeing it, and Virgil swallows a bit.

"S'dumb," He murmurs past the pacifier, moving to hide away again, too embarrassed and anxious to face him, but Patton just moves to gently cup his face, causing him to flush more—if possible.

"Well, now that's just silly!" He gushes, parroting what Janus had told him. "I bet it looks amazing!" He chirps, and Virgil can't help but tilt into his warm hands cupping his face, biting hard at the nub of his pacifier. He sounded so sure. So sure in him.

"M'tried," he choked out pathetically. Patton only smiles and moves his hand down to grip the edge of it. Slowly, Virgil releases the drawing and fidgets as he looks it over. He gasps a little, and Virgil frowns, immediately taking a step away and whining, but Patton hurried to reassure him.

"Wait! No, honey, it's so cute!" He squeals, hugging it close to him, genuinely touched. "It was a good gasp! A cute gasp! A casp!"

Virgil wrinkles his eyebrows a little, though a shy giggle slips past his lips while Janus smirks at the scene.

"Casp isn't a word," Virgil claims past the pacifier. "You really like it?" He sounded nearly hopeful, and Patton would never keep such reassurance from him.

"So much!" Patton chirps, moving towards the fridge with it.

Virgil watches curiously as he easily hangs it up with a few fridge magnets and flushes darker as Patton beams a bit. "There we go!"

"Right where it should be," Janus smoothly agrees, grinning at Virgil, who buries his face into his hands, whining again.

"A true work of art!" Patton giggles. "You did so good, kiddo!"

"Thanks," Virgil squeaks before turning on his heel and hurriedly rushing out of the kitchen, a bit overwhelmed and very flustered. Neither try and stop him, and the minute he's gone, Patton turns to Janus with his hands over his heart, almost melting into a puddle right there and then.

"That was the cutest, sweetest, most adorable sight I've ever seen!" He cries out, and Janus snorts but glances back at the doorway fondly.

"Yes," He agrees, his tone far too gentle for his liking. "It was."

[lil-mushr00m]

Hi :3

This is where all my age regression content is going to be. It's going to be mostly Fandom based (specifically sander sides...) and yeah! SFW content only.

I'm not exactly the perfect image of child friendly, though. I swear, adult themes will still be mentioned because that's the kind of regression stories I enjoy.

Ddlb/Ddlg/mdlg/mdlb/abdl please DNI obviously I can't stop you but I can block you.

Enjoy <33