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[littlebouncybunnie]

Hey, if y'all haven't heard yet, we're starting a pretty severe heatwave, so please please please take care of yourselves.

Wear looser clothing with lighter colors, make sure you are hydrated

Please take extra caution if you have any chronic illnesses that are effected by heat, like POTs, and make sure you're drinking a lot of water and staying in places with shade and AC

It's going to be so bad that someone areas are already preparing for blackouts and making emergency cooling shelters

Some tips I've gotten from my family:

Close your blinds/ curtains during the day to keep some of the sunlight and heat out, and open them in the evening or at night. It also would help if you put a fan into the open window and blew air out instead of in

If you close your blinds upward instead of downward, it actually blocks out more sun

If anyone has more tips, feel free to reblog with your own, and I'll reblog them back here.

If you don't see the new tips, please check the reblogs and comments

Take care of yourselves

[littlebouncybunnie]

I am definitely using this from now on

Stormy Regression

Stormy regressor is a term for a darker regression, one where the regressor is sad and upset. One may throw a fit or be very upset when stormy regressing, no matter the age. Not a permanent regression— happens until the regressor is calmed down or happy. Better term for sad regression than “impure”.

Can also be a term for those who regress when sad or overwhelmed

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big crybaby today :(

I squished a mosquito and have been crying for about ten minutes now, which is what made me realize I might be slightly regressed 🤏

Normally as an adult I'd just feel a little bad, but I've never cried about it, and especially not for this long..

And I don't even have a stuffie to hug or sleep with because I'm at my grandma's house :(

[littlebouncybunnie]

Yes!! I definitely can see Doof wanting to reclaim his childhood, and Perry supporting him and taking care of him. And he's really good at it, too.

This probably isn't a new thought but regressor!Doofenschmirtz and caregiver!perry the platypus!!!

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As there's a blocklist going around that targets anyone who supports padded agere and accuses them of being abdl/nsfw, here's a clarification:

I am NOT pro -abdl/ddlg

My blog is not and never will be sexual

And padded agere IS NOT the same as abdl or sexual in any way.

Diapers aren't inherently sexual and neither is someone who isn't (bodily) a baby needing them.

I think that 'blocklist' blog is someone who's young and put themselves on a pedestal as the Ultimate Knowledge Holder on agere. That, or they're a troll.

Padded regressors, you are just as pure and innocent as regressors who don't use diaps. You'll always be welcome on my blog.

While we're at it, I also completely accept any shape and size and ability of regressors: regressors who wear diaps, who need help going potty or taking showers, who can't walk, who need mobility aids, who have speech impairments or difficulties talking, who need feeding tubes, urostromy pouches, external heart monitors, or any other kind of external disability aid- who need service dogs, or emotional support stuffies, who need braces or compression clothing, who stim loudly and unapologetically. Any and all regressors.

Don't let this blocklist blog slow you down. They don't have any valid 'proof' of you being gross, and anybody who follows their blocklist aren't people you want following you anyway.

Stay strong, babies <3

[littlebouncybunnie]

Logan Howlett Regressor Headcanons!

(For the purpose of these headcanons, we're gonna pretend this is the same version of Logan that later meets Deadpool)

Goodness he is a grumpy little. Not much changes between his adult self and his little self, other than the fact that he fusses more as a little

Regresses between six and two, feeling younger the more stressed he is

Due to his regeneration power, he plays HARD, not minding the scratches and bruises since they heal instantly

Occasionally though, if he gets hurt without expecting it, it can startle him into getting teary and quiet, since he rarely cries

He doesn't have a caregiver (until he meets Wade), since he'd rather literally anything else other than tell anyone he regresses, especially since he's been around so long, he's internalized a lot of shame around it (poor baby)

His claws still come out when he's startled, but he might actually cry when this happens

He gets kind of spacey, especially if he feels safe enough to let his guard down. His brain recognizes it can 'turn off' safely so he spaces out unless he has something to keep himself busy (this one is a self projection, I do this)

He has only one comfort item and that's a blanket he's kept since the 1800s. Or at least what's left of it. It's basically just a small, tattered, gray cloth that used to be blue at one point. He won't wash it, worried it'll fall apart, so he keeps it in a box to preserve it

After he meets Wade

After spending so much time with Wade, Logan kind of knew he wouldn't judge him, especially since he's so weird, himself. It's still very hard to tell him, but he manages

Wade already knows what age regression is, he's been on nearly every corner of the internet. He's actually the one who has to explain it to Logan. "That's not something wrong with you, that's called age regression andbythewayIcanabsolutelytakecareofyou."

Wade wanted to be his caregiver from the start, but it took Logan a lot of time to even consider warming up to the idea. After a particularly stressful time regressing by himself, he finally caves and lets Wade baby him a little.. and it was the best decision he ever made, even if he won't admit it.

Wade calls him 'bubba,' and 'buddy,' he gets him a pacifier, an actual blankie that looks like his old one, and a comfortable set of pajamas he can wear so he's not stuck in jeans and a white tank top

Logan prefers pajama pants and a plain t-shirt

Logan LOVES head scratches. He doesn't acknowledge it verbally, but he will get quiet and lean into it

After Wade finds out that Logan is a chewer, he gets a bunch of replacement nibs for his pacifier, along with a couple chewy stim toys

Wade makes keeping the environment safe and stress-free his number one priority, so that Logan doesn't get startled or stressed and accidentally whip out his claws, since they hurt his hands.

If his claws do come out, Wade's pretty quick to calm him back down so they retract. Then it's all nicknames, kissing his hands to make it all better, and redirecting his attention to something else until the ouchie heals itself. "I'm sorry, Bubba, that was pretty scary, huh? Did it hurt your hands? I know buddy, it's okay. See? mwah! All better!"

Surprisingly, little Logan finds comfort in older things. The closer you can get to the 1800s, the better

He doesn't really like TV, and will prefer being read to. He likes being cooked older dishes that he would have eaten back then

Pumpkin soup, pumpkin cakes, and meat pies. The one thing he and Wade can agree on is apple pie.

Logan: Papa, I want duck pie :(

Wade: Oh my strange little boy, of course I will find a way to get you this super outdated, rare dish that no one makes anymore, anything for my Kit-kat

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Cg!Yondu Udonta agere moodboard

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Caregiver Yondu Udonta Headcanons (Guardians of the Galaxy Trilogy)

Heads up: these movies contain death, illness, animal cruelty, arguable body horror, violence, fighting among friends, swearing, and trauma.

He puts the flame patch on your jacket himself.

He’s not a big hugger, but he’s constantly slapping you on the shoulder or play-punching your arm to show affection.

He whistles you to sleep, his arrow dancing above your head.

Whenever you start to argue with him, he starts talking gibberish. You can’t help it - you crack up every time.

(He also threatens to eat you, but you know him well enough to tell it’s a joke.)

Any little gifts you give him go right on his console alongside the jewel frog and the troll doll.

He loves to surprise you with his own gifts; usually weapons or other practical tools.

One of your favorite games to play together involves you sneaking into his quarters, stealing something, and hiding it somewhere else. Then he tickle-tortures you until you tell him where it is.

He worries A LOT about you being too soft for the world. He knows first hand how hard the universe can be, and he wants you to be strong enough to handle yourself.

But, at the same time, he loves your softness. He thinks you’re the best little Terran he’s ever met, and if you’re too soft to take care of yourself, well, he’ll just have to look out for you instead.

[littlebouncybunnie]

My bottle arrived!

Unfortunately one of the handles snapped off and broke, but I don't think that was the seller's fault, I think it just dropped or jostled around in the delivery process

Fortunately I have super glue, so I'm gluing the handle back together and hoping it will support the weight of the bottle + 8 ounces of added liquid

The handles were removable anyway, and I guess I don't need them, even if I prefer handles on my cups

Other than that, the bottle itself was fine and undamaged :]

I haven't used it yet but I will, and when I do, I'll add to the rest of this post

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Update: I got in contact with the seller and they're sending me another pair of handles!!

Also I've now used the bottle and I really like it, it works so well

[littlebouncybunnie]

I am a regressor who struggles with imagination when it comes to toys. I can play pretend with imaginary friends all day long, but for some reason when it comes to toys, I just can't do it.

So does anyone have any toy recommendations for someone who struggles to play pretend with them? But I live with my family, so maybe not flashy, big, or loud ^^'

[littlebouncybunnie]

I just bought myself my first bottle!

I have sippy cups but I haven't had the chance to get myself a baby bottle, and I got probably the best one

That's the shop name on Etsy, 'Littlespacestations'

It's a good adult sized bottle, it has stainless steel inside, removable handles, and they said all their stuff comes in discreet packaging, like a plain box or envelope without their shop name on it

And the bottle was only $25, I thought it would have been more for how good it looked

The frog design is the only design they currently have though, but maybe they'll make more in the future

I'm excited to get it :3

[littlebouncybunnie]

✩°｡⋆ ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣! 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕦𝕔𝕜 ₊˚⊹✮

(because even the terror that flaps in the night can make a mean bottle of warm milk)

⏾ Dramatic entrance every time he comes to check on you (he trips over a plush. Again.)

⏾ Secretly keeps your art taped up inside his hideout like it’s a top-tier treasure

⏾ Reads bedtime stories in full dramatic flair. (yes, even Goodnight Moon gets a heroic narration)

⏾ Dramatic about everything, even snack time. “Fear not, tiny citizen!! Your juice box is secure!”

⏾ Can and will fight the Boogeyman in your closet with a toilet plunger if needed

⏾ Doesn’t fully understand regression but goes all in anyway, and secretly loves how much you trust him.

⏾ Absolutely insists on calling pacifiers "tactical tranquility devices"

⏾ Says “goodnight, citizen” with a kiss to the forehead before tucking you in

⏾ Insists that brushing your teeth is a "crime-fighting ritual"

⏾ Says things like “I am the warm milk in the bottle of justice!”

⏾ Acts all grumpy about cuddles but secretly melts every time you ask for one

⏾ If you babble nonsense at him, he’ll babble nonsense right back until it turns into giggles.

⏾ Absolutely has backup juice boxes in his utility belt. grape AND apple, of course.

⏾ His cape? Doubles as a blanket for you during movie time.

⏾ Tries to enforce bedtime... ends up falling asleep before you do

⏾ Will lecture your bad thoughts like they’re evil doers

⏾ Falls asleep holding you like you’re the most precious treasure in the universe (and snores. Loudly.)

⏾ You’re the center of his world, even if he trips over his own feet getting to you

In the eyes of the terror that flaps in the night…

you are his greatest little sidekick ever. ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡

[littlebouncybunnie]

♥︎ warning: mild vent ♥︎

Does anyone else get shy to regress even if you're completely alone?

I do, for multiple reasons

♡ I have imaginary friends, and sometimes I get shy to regress in front of them

☆ Sometimes I'll start to regress, and suddenly remember that I'm 21, and I get embarrassed

◇ Sometimes I just can't shake the feeling that someone is going to see me, even when there is no chance that anyone will

I'm currently alone in a house all weekend, and I brought a sippy cup with me because I thought it would be the perfect time to regress, and I really want to put milk in it

But I just can't bring myself to because I'm embarrassed, and I don't feel "cute enough" (even though that doesn't matter and shouldnt matter, it's not about aesthetics. I also haven't showered yet and I feel 'too gross' to regress)

I have a mowhawk and I'm in baggy Sailor Moon pajama pants, a James Bond t-shirt, with frog socks

Which, again, should not matter. I think I just got so so sucked into the 'cutesy pastel pink agere' aesthetic that I now feel like I'm not 'little enough,' or 'cute enough' to regress

I'm even a neutral/ little boy regressor, so I feel like I shouldn't be self conscious about my mowhawk anyway (not that gender here matters, but for a trans person it just makes me feel a little better)

Idk, this started as a question and turned into me rambling about weird insecurities that I'm not sure how to get over

[littlebouncybunnie]

Branch Regressor Headcanons

☆ Regresses back down to about the age he was when the band broke up and his brothers left

☆ Poppy is his main cg, but sometimes his brothers babysit

☆ His brothers have learned that if they're going to watch Branch, they need to make sure they can be there until he's either fallen asleep or has stopped regressing, because baby Branch will get really stressed if they try to leave, even if Poppy is there with him, clinging to them and even crying. The first time this happened was with JD, and he was so quick to scoop his baby brother up and apologize, promising a sleep-over because he just couldn't leave him after that

☆ JD likes playing singing and dancing games with him. He'll sing something and Branch will sing it back, or he'll dance and Branch will try to copy him. JD loves watching after his baby brother because it feels like be gets a chance to fix some of his past mistakes

☆ Bruce, being a father of 13 already, is really good with Branch. He makes silly faces, he plays with him, he cooks for him, everything. He would be Poppy's go-to babysitter if he wasn't already busy with his own kids and business.

☆ Clay has a hard time playing pretend, but he will read to Branch and play games that have clear, easy to follow rules like tag or hide and seek. Sometime when he babysits, Viva comes with him, and she adores baby Branch. She's much better at playing pretend and imagination games than Clay, but he'll happily watch them

☆ Branch loves all his brothers, but he gets the most excited about Floyd coming to watch him. And Floyd matches his energy and gets just as excited to watch over him. They like to sing together mostly, but sometimes Branch comes up with new little dances that he'll make Floyd sit down and watch, and Floyd makes sure to applaud every single one. He'll also sit Branch down and do his hair sometimes. "Sit down, baby, you've got your hair tangled."

☆ Branch has so many pacifiers because Poppy and his brothers keep finding new ones to give him. He even somehow wound up with one from Guy Diamond that he doesn't remember receiving, and isn't even sure how he found out about his regression, but he hasn't told anyone else so Branch figures it's probably fine. It's blue and has blue, stare shaped glitter inside the mouthpiece

☆ Baby Branch is a big fan of i-spy and guessing games. He likes putting his little brain to work. It's also pretty common for Poppy to lose something and be looking for it all day, but once she mentions it to Branch, she'll turn around and he'll have already found it, holding it out for her proudly

☆ He isn't the fondest of sweets to the same extent as Poppy, and she's learned to tone it down with him. He gets honey in his milk and watered down juice

☆ He has a couple toys, but it's one stuffie that gets patched up over and over, and mostly educational things like bug catchers, blocks, spelling books, and puzzles.

☆ The stuffie is a poorly sewn together beetle that JD hand-made for him, but then it started falling apart, so Floyd went in and secured all the stitching so it would stay together. It is his favorite thing and he takes it everywhere with him

☆ Poppy, being his main cg, knows exactly what her baby needs and when. She knows what every facial expression, every noise, and every hand gesture means, and she's always on top of his needs. She always has snacks on stand-by, sings to him when he asks, etc.

☆ She rocks him in her lap and sings him lullabies, and sometimes he'll join in until he tuckers himself out.

☆ The real reason he kept refusing the pacifier from Tiny is because the second he pops it into his mouth, he regresses, and he didn't want to regress in front of everyone there. But he knew that in the moment he was so stressed and high strung that he needed the temporary relief, so he finally accepted it, allowing himself to work more efficiently. After they made it back home after the events of the movie, he let himself regress fully, in the presence of both Poppy and Floyd, who was surprised but thrilled to have his baby brother back for a moment

☆ He's a cuddly baby, but mostly with Poppy and Floyd. When it comes to his other brothers, he enjoys activities like singing or playing. On a really good day, he'll snuggle up against Bruce's side, and even then it's probably for warmth or because he's sleepy

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Too much work!! :c

A Cg! Clay x Agere! Reader fic

This was sort of self-indulgent because I’m sort of in a spot where I seriously have to focus on schoolwork which obviously can be really draining so I tried to scrap this together whenever I had free time :D

(^such a lie I did all this when I should’ve been doing work or sleeping dinwhdjsjdh)

it’s not the best but I wanted to feed myself and anyone else interested in cg! Clay

Again it’s mostly kiddo at start but then goes into more toddler/babyish reader at the end

3.1k+ words :D!! (Yeah I traded quality for quantity 😭😭)

Cross posted on Ao3 at Soft_Buzz!!

Let's just say you haven't been having the best month. Seriously, it hasn't been easy to stay happy, but you really do try your best! It's not your fault that everything just seems like too much. You wanted to help Clay with his tasks. You know, help a loved one out! Unfortunately, the paperwork and amount of tasks you had were overwhelming. Checking the safety of the old gold courses, the amount of food left before needing to send another party out for scavenging, and even the functionality of the new security that had been set up was draaaaaaaining.

Sure you did have Clay to help you out with the accounting, buuuut by the time you were done with everything, you were just too tired to even function!! At least the praise he would give you provided you with some energy and motivation. You genuinely have no idea how Clay seems to find joy in any of this and even has the energy to participate in other activities like his sad book club. You weren't barely even able to spare time to read for funsies or scrapbook at all!

Currently, you were doing the most simple of reports in the admin building, but your brain just will not budge. You just can't concentrate or recall any information at all. You read parts of paperwork, but gosh it all just seems like mumbo jumbo to you. Poor you, staring at the paper desperately hoping for things to align and make sense, but you were just so tired and irritated too!!

All this serious business was genuinely so not your forte, but you wanted to impress Clay by helping him out. But clearly, your plan wasn't working out too well... You didn't want to disappoint him. You wanted him to be proud of you and tell you how good you've done!!

Overwhelming guilt got a hold of you, and tears began to spill down your cheeks. You just wanted a break. You needed a break. You couldn't handle this. It was too much. Gosh even your skin felt like too much and chewing on one of your fingers clearly wasn't helping. The pen in your hand shook from your hold. Your breath hitched, and it started to get hard to breathe. Ignoring your tears, you decided to try to continue the report with shaky handwriting. Tears fall onto the fresh ink. You tried to clean them off by swiping away, but you only managed to smudge the ink and ruin the report.

That was your last straw. Nope no no no. You whined. As you start taking in your situation, you begin to sob. You throw your pen and crumble the stupid report out of frustration. You just couldn't anymore. You sniffled and tried to hold back your emotions. The last thing you wanted to do was make a mess that you would have to clean up. You let the tears fall as you hiccup and bring your legs up to your chest.

Unfortunately, your state doesn't improve when you hear the door of the admin building creak open. Shoot shoot shoot. You panic as you try to get rid of your tears by rubbing them off with your hands. You quickly get back to sitting correctly and try to hide your face from view. The last thing you wanted was for Clay to see you like this.

"Heyy Y/n," Clay says as he enters. From the sound of his tone, he clearly had his usual upbeat smile. "You've seriously got to try that new cheese combo that Viva made. It's killer" He takes note that you're quiet and really focused on some paperwork. "Okay.. you're focused. I respect that." You sniffle. "Wait a minute.. Are you sick? Is that why you aren't talking? Your throat hurts or something?" You tremble as he starts to walk over to you and reaches to feel your forehead. Well, you tried..

You look up at him and start to tear up again. "Woah? Hey, what's going on? You're kinda freaking me out?" The concern is evident on his face, and your heart warms at the thought of him being attentive to you. But gosh were you also scared to death right now, and to make matters worse, you started to feel that fuzzy headspace encase your mind.

You whine, not sure of what to say to him, and open your arms for a hug while hiccuping. "Can I have a hug? P-please?" Your voice cracks as you speak.

Clay sighed and took you in his arms, hugging you tightly. "There, there. Take your time," he soothed, rubbing your back. "It's okay, now. I'm here. You've got me." After a few minutes, and a bit of protest from you, he pulled away and wiped the corners of your damp eyes with his thumb, smiling with much love and care in the world.

By now your breathing had evened, and all you had left was some sniffling. "Now..," Clay starts as he caresses your cheek, "Do you want to talk about it?"

You pout and look down while fidgeting with your fingers. After a few seconds, you nod. "It's just..." you bring your thumb up to your mouth, "too mush."

Clay tilts his head at that. "What's too much?" He questions as he runs his hand through your hair and reaches into his pocket for a lollipop that Viva had given him earlier.

"Work!" You whined before sniffling and rubbing your hand against your nose.

"You feel overwhelmed because of your tasks?" Clay questions you softly as he removes your thumb from your mouth and hands you a lollipop. As you take it from his hands, you whine and nod. "Oh baby...," he mutters as he caresses your face, "but I thought you liked doing them?" You put the lollipop into your mouth and try to calm yourself before speaking again.

"I did..," you look up at him, "I wanted to help you. I really did!" You exclaim at him, but then start to look away with teary eyes. "B-but, then everyfing kept piling up an- and I was tired and started being slow and getting distracted and suddenly I barely had any time for myself!"

Clay just sighs softly and pulls you onto his lap when you finish speaking. "Why didn't you tell me any of this sooner?? We could've sorted the problem out before it got this bad." He questions you.

You bit your trembling lip while still looking away from him. "Didn wanna upset you," you pouted as you felt yourself fall into a younger mindset.

"Oh honey, you know you'd never disappoint me. I love you too much to ever feel that way towards you."

"No even a lil?" You ask while looking up at him in awe.

"Not even a lil," he answered with a reassuring smile while leaning in to kiss your forehead.

"The only thing that really disappoints me is the fact that I never realized you felt this way," He gives you a tight squeeze and nuzzles your neck. You return his embrace with new tears rolling down your cheeks. You tighten your hold scared that if you don't, you might just fall apart.  The both of you stay quiet for a moment as he hugs you and whispers sweet nothings into your ear while rubbing your back. You hiccup and sniffle, but you don't dare to loosen your hold. Not that Clay minded. He'd been concerned for you and just wanted to give you the best comfort he could provide.

After calming down, you loosen your hold. Clay cups your face with both of his hands and starts littering your face with kisses. You persist on moving away from him but he keeps his hold on your face.

"Hmno.!.. M' icky!" You snuffle.

"Hmm true... but when has that ever stopped me?" He questions with a smug smile on his face. Your silence answers him for you. "Exactly. But you do have a point," Clay states as he grabs a tissue or two from the desk. "Here." He brings it up to your face and helps you blow your nose. "There we go. Much better now right?" He then chucks the dirty tissue into a trash can.

"Mhm, fank you!" You smile back at him while.

"No problem, baby." He responds and boops your nose, which gets a giggle out of you.

"You know.. you do such a good job all the time, but you clearly need a break and that's okay. So..," Clay picks you up. "That's what we're gonna do. Take a break."

You start squirming in his hold. "Buh wah bout tha wok?!?" You babble while reaching out for the report you had started to redo earlier. Clearly that desperate need to be a sort of workaholic kicked in.

"Ah ah ah," Clay tuts you while bouncing you in his arms, "shhh about that now. We're taking a break. End of discussion." He asserts while petting your head as you pout.

"Plus someone is clearly too small to be doing big adult work. Looks like I've got a little baby on my hands " He says while cooing at you and pinching your cheeks. You were about to whine and complain, but a quick peck on the cheek quieted you right up. "Hm much better."

"Gesss it wouldn huwt," you mutter and start to cling to Clay.

"No it wouldn't," Clay reaffirms to you while making your head rest on his shoulder. Clay opens the door. "Hang tight. We're going back to your pod for some little time okay?"

"Mkay." You wrap your limbs around him and hide your face in the crook of his neck. Gosh if anyone saw you right now, you'd just combust from embarrassment.

Sensing your unease, Clay gives you a kiss on your head and starts to pat and rub your back. "Don't worry we'll be there before you know it." You just respond to him with a soft whine and start to fidget with the stick of your lollipop.

•••

When you get inside your pod, Clay walks past the living room and into your bedroom. He set you down and your bed and gives you your stuffie. Now with you focused on your lil buddy, Clay takes the opportunity to get you a comfortable set of clothes. He comes backs, and you let him help you into them. Clay can't help himself and decides to tickle you to get a giggle out of you, which works of course. You squirm and playfully fight back. He soon stops and chucks your big kid clothes into a laundry basket.

"Ok, now how about you get your little stuff and toys out while I set up a play area in the living room?" He asks while turning back to you.

"Yeah!!" You jump up and start to get your stuff from under the bed.

"Alright," Clay chuckles and pats your head before getting some soft blankets, pillows, and some stuffies and exiting the room.

You, very enthusiastically, search through your stuff trying to pick out some of the things you want such as your paci, a sippy cup, and some stim toys! When you were done, you put everything back in the box as neatly as you could and shoved it under the bed.

You quickly run out of the room with newfound enthusiasm and everything in your hands, maybe dropping a toy or two on your way over. But it's okay! You'll come back for them, probably.

In the living room, Clay has now set up blankets and arranged the pillows on the floor and couch. He had also quickly grabbed some grapes from the fridge and put them in a bowl on the coffee table. Now, Clay pulled out some paper and crayons that you had stored in one of your cabinets, in case you felt like drawing or scribbling. He just wanted to make this a good experience for you!

Clay looks up and sees you running over to him, "Careful there. You don't wanna fall over and get hurt." He chuckles.

"Nah I won-" you begin to brush him over before you stumbled over and start to fall over, making you drop all of your stuff.

"Woah!!" Clay quickly places down the blank paper and hurries over to catch you before you fell hard.

You whine and look down with a frown due to the random scare and dropping everything.

"Oh chin up, sweetheart." He speaks softly while taking out the bare lollipop stick and replacing it with your pacifier, which you happily took. "Just a lil scare but you'll always be safe with me. Let me take me take care of this"

You whine and shake your head. "Hmno! I help!" You remark and start to get on with the business of picking up your mess like the very independent kiddo you desperately wanted to be.

"Hey! Nope no c'mon..." Clay picks you from under your armpits like, one might with a cat, and then settles you right on his hip.

You look at him with an apparent frown and pout. "I help."

"No. Not today. Let me do this for you. Let me take care of my baby." He caresses your cheeks before giving a few pecks on the forehead and cheek.

"You may want to be a big kid, but you definitely need to be small. Just want to show you a token of my appreciation for the hard hard work you've been doing, yes?" He looks as your for further confirmation.

You sigh. "Okay.., jus fo today," you mumble slightly upset, but you wrapped yourself around Clay anyway. He smiled before humming and getting to work, which honestly helped you relax and start to nod off. The pacifier in your mouth just helped to make everything feel fuzzy and sleepy..

Once done, Clay set you down the floor on top of the blankets and pillows. You plop yourself right on top of them and start to make grabby hands at one of your stuffies on the couch. Happily, Clay hands it over to you and you begin to snuggle your buddy. He coos at the cute sight in front of him, causing you to blush but be more playful.

"Gosh you are so adorable, hun. How did I end up with the world's cutest baby?" He pinches your cheeks, and you just smile and babble back him. "Who's the cutest baby? Huh? Huh? Is it you?" He tickles and nuzzles you. You kick your feet in the air and tap your chest with one of your hands. "Yeah, that's right! You are! You're the cutest one!"

You move onto your tummy and crawl over to the stimmy toys that you had brought with you. They are in such pretty colors. Clay sits down beside you and follows along and entertains your little antics. Doing little things like grabbing a toy, showing you how to use it, and handing it over for you to try it too! Unfortunately, you start to be impulsive and play a little too rough with them by grabbing and throwing them against the ground. Seems like the both of you might have underestimated the extent of your regression. Woops...

"Looks like we gotta make a change of plans huh lil bub?" He pushes the toys away from you, but you whine and reach out for them, almost dropping your pacifier in the process. "You're too small to be playing with these right now. Oh look!!" He hands you your stuffy from earlier. "This friend wants some cuddles. C'mon give him a big big hug!" He made an example of him hugging an invisible teddy and you followed suit.

As you were busy tending to your teddy, Clay made sure to move the smaller and harder toys away from you. He didn't want you getting hurt or accidentally breaking something because of some rough playing or you putting things where they shouldn't go. Instead, he surrounds you with soft textured stuff like your blankets and stuffies.

When he was done, he decided to offer you some of the grapes he had gotten. "You want some bubba?"

You gasp and nod. "Mhm mhm I wan pleaseeee!!"

"Here you go," he gives you a few, and you happily start chewing and eating them.  You even pretend to feed you stuffie. Hey, they get hungry too! Clay chuckles and then gives you a kiss on the forehead.

After a while of playing with your fluffy friends, you start you feel your eyelids and head droop a little. You look at Clay and tug at his sweater.

"Hm?"

"eep..." You whine and rub your tired eyes.

Clay takes in your state and pulls you onto his lap. "I see." He slides one of his hands up and down your back. "You want some warm tea?" He whispers and you nod softly.

"Sippy or bottle?"

"Baba.." you manage to mutter. A small pout forms on your lips. If you were to be honest, you'd admit that you were a little upset over regressing to a younger state than you would've liked.

Clay gets up and places you on the couch before walking away and into the kitchen to make you some tea.  You get comfortable and bury yourself under a the blankets, looking all snug like bug.

By time Clay came back with the tea in a baby bottle, your pacifier looked like it was about to fall out of your mouth. Chuckling to himself, he takes it and places it on the coffee table. He carefully moves you, so he can sit beside you. You start to wake up a little and start to whine while making grabby hands at him.

"Shh shh, I've got you." He grabs you and moves you onto his lap to comfortably feed you your babas.

You snuggle up against him and rub your face on his torso. He brings the bottle up to your lips and you take it into your mouth. The soft and warm feeling of the tea fills you and makes you feel ever so small yet happy.

Clay starts to hum and pat your side while holding the bottle up for you. You lightly place one of your hands on top of his and he caresses your soft cheek.

After a while, you were close to finishing the bottle, but sleep seemed to win over you. Clay noticed this and placed the bottle on the coffee table. He moved, so he could be laying down with you on top of him. Clay placed your stuffy in your arms and wrapped his arms around you.  Smiling at the sight of you before him, he gives you one last kiss on the head.

Author’s Note:

Lowkey, I felt like I was yapping after reader and Clay left the admin building. I just desperately wanted to reach 3k words for some reason aghhh and I so missed the opportunity to have Clay read to the reader

I had originally planned to make this into two separate parts but honestly I just wanted this over with so it is definitely rushed but comme ci, comme ça (at least I finally made a fanfic that I actually go all the way through to finish woo!! 🎉‼️)

[littlebouncybunnie]

He absolutely is, and I caught this when I watched it! The way his stress immediately melts away after he uses the pacifier, he's so baby

And I think Poppy is his main cg

Why is no one talking about that Branch is an age regressor???

The paci????

The diaper????

THE.

PACI.

Poppy would baby him and be a great cg to branch,,,,she would have all the snacks and blankets he needs to build himself a little fort ;w;

[littlebouncybunnie]

Macaroni for dinner!! And I'm Watching Trolls :]