#agere drabble

[softpawpup]

— regression shopping day

going out while regressed, dressed up your cutest clothes. your caregiver helped do your hair and you feel adorable. you go to the store, hand in hand with your caregiver. you walk around and take your time eyeing everything on all the shelves. you’re looking at bottles, toys, stuffies, blankies, pacis, snacks. all sorts of goodies for kiddos like you. theres something for any kind of regressor here, including you. your favorite flavors, your favorite colors, your favorite animals. all sorts of goodies that you can bring home. your caregiver helps you pick out the best options. a few new stuffies, plenty of snacks to last for a bit, a new bottle, two new pacis and of course some new toys! a whole haul! a new collection of fun things! the cashier bags up all your stuff and your caregiver helps you carry it back to the car. the moment you get home everything is washed and cleaned and prepared for playing. and of course you spend the rest of the day playing with all your new goodies.

[the-universal-sun]

Sorry this took a bit, tumblr just straight up deleted half of what I had written and I had to have a bit of a cry before I got back into it. But! Thank you so much for the request, I hope you stuck around this long to see it through! I did have fun writing it, these two are so cute and stanley deserves all the care and love in the world! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it!

With all the Love in the World,

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"Okay now, Stanley, it's nap time. Go and pick out what book you want me to read to you since we finished the last one. Go on." Ford ushered his brother, who had been little for a better part of the day, towards their little book nook, it's just a small shelf Ford had put up with some books aimed towards young children, Stanley added some fairy lights to make it more fun. Ford did have to admit the lights were a nice touch, making it seem cozy and warm. They just finished reading Charlotte's Web last week, and Lee loved it for all that he cried during it. Ford was worried at first, thinking the book was too much, but once his brother was feeling bigger, he explained how crying did make him feel better, getting all those "icky feelings" out in a way that didn't involve hitting things. He still doesn't quite believe him, but he'll acquiesce for now.

Ford waits patiently, Lee wants to pick his books alone, the tone of the book deciding how he felt, how young he felt, in that moment. It's a good indicator, though he would love to help Lee pick put a book sometimes when he's feeling small, he can't help it, Lee always looks so cute when he's concentrating and trying to make a decision. If he was allowed, Ford would take a million photos of that face, alas, his Little brother is camera shy. A tugging at his sleeve pulls Ford's attention away from his thoughts, Lee holds a book out to Ford, looking down and his feet his face red. Ford commits that face to memory to draw later, he looks so cute. He wants to pinch his cheeks and kiss them. Moses, he's turning into Ma'. Ignoring those thoughts, Ford grabs the book, another small chapter book, and reads the title.

"Oh, Lee. Are you feeling smaller right now, hmm?" Ford asks with a smile, holding the first Winnie the Pooh book in his hands. It's an old one, Stanley picked it out from a thrift store in town, the worn cover reminding him of that nice old woman, the one who made him Poindexter and his quilt. Ford wonders if she may possibly be alive somewhere.

His Lee shyly nods, rocking slightly on his feet and tangling his fingers at the ends of his hair-the mullet had been cut and evened out-the actions tugging at Ford's heart strings. His brother was so cute. He has to draw this when Stanley’s napping. "Well that's okay, Lee. You know I don't mind if you feel smaller today. Do you want to nap on the bed or do you want to make a bed in the living room?" Ford would prefer Stanley wanting to nap in bed, but if his twin really wants to, he'll drag every blanket in the house down stairs and make him a nest.

"Mmm..." Stanley rocks, finger going up to tap at his lips, Ford lets it as long as his brother doesn't start biting at it. After a while, this is a very big decision for his brother to make, Stan points upstairs in the direction of their rooms, wanting to nap in his bed. Ford takes his hand, Stan can be unsteady when he's feeling small, and walks up stairs with him. He makes sure to go slowly, reminding his Lee to hold on to the stair rails so he doesn't fall. "...can do it..." is the only response Stanley gives, pouting all the while as he holds the railing with one hand and Ford's in the other. They slowly make their way to Stanley’s room, turning the lights on to reveal his bed, outfitted with his favorite teddy bear quilt and his beloved Poindexter. Ford still can't get over how...complicated he feels knowing his brother named his stuffed animal after him and how deeply he's cherished it for a decade now.

"Come on, Lee, up up in bed, I'll tuck you in." Ford pulls back the comforter and quilt, helping Stan up and settled in bed, one time Stanley slipped off the bed when he was feeling small and Ford's panic about his tears caused even more crying-it was a rough day. “Let’s get you all nice and tightly tucked in, Lee. Right, bud? As snug as a bug.” It took Ford a while to get used to this childish talk, he’s still embarrassed by it sometimes, but Stanley loves it. It’s starting to come more naturally to him as he keeps talking in this manner.

“...’n a rug?” Lee asks, chewing on his finger. Which Ford swiftly replaces with a rabbit pacifier he has laying on the bedside table; not Lee’s favorite but Ford thinks it’s rather cute. His brother’s hands are already torn up, and he’d hate for them to get worse before he finishes perfecting and experimenting with his healing salve. It’s main purpose is to reduce inflammation and scarification on the first two layers of the skin initially, with more permanent healing taking place after being used consecutively for several days-

“As snug as a bug in a rug, Lee.” Ford cuts himself off. This is no time to be thinking about his projects, not with his Little brother in front of him. Stan is what, who, his focus needs to be on. He leans down and presses a kiss onto his brother’s forehead as he starts to meticulously tuck in the covers.

“...’n Poindexter?”His brother asks around the pacifier. Stan holds his ragged teddy bear up, as if presenting the toy for inspection. But Ford knows what his brother is really asking for. He presses a loud and overdone kiss on the plush’s head, biting back a smile at the giggling bursting forth from his brother. He needs to keep his brother calm or else he’ll never nap. He’s just too cute though. 

“Yes, of course I’ll tuck your friend in with you, Lee. Nice and snug as a bug.” He tucks the toy in his brother’s arms, pulling the beloved quilt up, covering the two of them and tightly tucking the corners in. Ford smoothes back his brothers hair, it's grown out a bit from that rather horrendous mullet he had all those months ago.

“In a rug!” Lee giggled, kicking his feet beneath the blankets. Ford bit back a coo, his brother hearing that would be way too embarrassing for him. He sat next to his brother, bundled and tucked in tightly with his quilt, and opened the story book Lee picked out.

“Are you ready for your story? Or do you need to get more situated first, Lee?” Ford asked, looking over to his brother. His brother who was clutching his bear and staring up at him. Staring as if he had hung the moon. Moses, Ford cleared his throat, his heart is going to give out on him one of these days from how sweet his brother looks. “Story time it is, then.” Ford turned to the first page-

“Voices.” Ah, of course.

“Yes, Lee, I’ll do the voices, too.” He turns back to the first page of the book, face red at the thought of even attempting to do Winnie the Pooh’s voice. Stan really has him wrapped around his finger.

Ford wouldn’t have it any other way.

[cryslittlelibrey]

☁crayons🖍

outside, way beyond the little window you sit behind, glass so hazy and wind so raspy, lie rain pitter pattering, wrapping against panes between the tears it shed and you, curled up beneath fuzzy blankets to chase the chill nipping at your tiny little noes. its a rainy day, and adventure seems so far away, a thought leaving you lost in such blankets and pillows, fuzzy carpets and soft pajamas wrapping you with the silence decorating your room; but do not fret, dear little one, all is not lost, be boredom left with this new story i do spin.

on the carpet, one dancing with shimmering lamp light, are a packet of crayons, ones sprawled across each fiber and film. they may not look like much, snapped and torn, but at your fingertips, grasping your favorite colour, lays the world's away only a key beyond.

draw, scribble, doodle, line by line a new adventure comes to shape despite rains raging beyond walls keeping you safe, for it has no ground here, it has no control. as time ticks by your lost to this world falling beneath colours and traces, castles and trees and rivers all of your own making, because it was not the end the moment the sky decided to pry its dams open.

at your fingertips holds key opening door to so many worlds, worlds beyond rainy days and splattered puddles, worlds all of your own.⭐

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A/N- hey there little ones! i hope you liked this one. was just a little piece i thought up after a rough day so i hope maybe it could have lit your day a little like it did mine! as always story/writing requests and questions are open in my asks feel free to reach out!!

-cry ⭐

[prince-of-the-sea-agere]

Caregiver goth older sister doing regressed reader's makeup drabble,,

"Alright, Puddin, the first step is the base. I'm just going to use this brush to apply it, ok?" The elder girl hums, delicately starting to spread the product across your face with a practiced hand. "It might tickle a little. If the texture feels too yucky, we can always wash it off, alright? No harm done."

It was too cute when you toddled into Sasha's bedroom with her makeup bag cradled in your arms, asking if she could do your makeup to match with hers, how could she say no to something so adorable?

"Right, base is on and set! Now you get to pick out what colors you want, sissy has black because it's traditional, but it doesn't hurt to have some fun with it. You can have any color your little heart desires, sugar!" Sasha holds out an eyeshadow pallete, patiently waiting for you to pick out the shades you like. After you point them out, she smiles softly and gets back to work "Oh my, those are a good choice! You'll be as pretty as a picture when we're all done."

When it's time for eyeliner shes extra careful, only doing what's comfortable for you before adding a little heart beauty mark on your cheek as a finishing touch. "Look at that, we're twinning now! How about we go look in the mirror so you can see? Maybe I can do your hair too!"

(Dividers are by @/strangergraphics!)

[babyniigo]

Random thoughts!! N25 where they all are regressed. Kanade and Mafuyu the babies of course. But Mizuki and Ena are the big girls! They need to figure out who’s older to be in charge! I present to you

M: “Enananana! How big?”

E: “Uhh. This many!” *Holds up 5 fingers*

M (Who is definitely feeling 4): “Well I’m one more! So I win!”

Kanade and Mafuyu just staring, very confused at what is going on

Agere! Niigo Drabble! ૮꒰ ྀི◜๑◝ ꒱ა

Synposis: When all of niigo are regressed together at the same time, they have to make a quick decision on who to be the CG!

Characters: Kanade, Ena, Mafuyu, Mizuki, Honami

Word count: 688 words

“Hehe, baby~ you ish baby~” Ena sang softly as she hugged Kanade closer to herself, settled right behind her, and cradled the younger regressor tight to her chest.

Her soft hums weaved through the warmth of afternoon’s tranquility, no responsibilities left for the day as they allowed themselves to finally relax and embrace their regression.

Ena had found Kanade regressed alone in the living room and immediately jumped to join her, wanting to also feel small alongside her partner.

“Kana ish baby!” The brunette continued humming, snuggling her head into the shorter girl’s neck before peeking at the squishy toy in between Kanade’s hand, that she was poking and watching rise slowly.

A new obsession in their household. The squishy. 

They all managed to be so fascinated by it, watching it rise slowly before deciding to poke it again, and despite it equalling the action of watching grass grow when they are in a bigger headspace- everything was excused when they were in a baby headspace!

“Nananan…” a bubbly voice burst through the room, and Ena perked up at hearing it. Right at the door frame stood Mizuki, hands holding a regressed Mafuyu’s hands as she led them into the living room to join the other two, “Hallo!”

“Hi, Mizu.” The brunette beamed, reaching out with grabby hands to hold the pinkette’s hand while Mafuyu settled beside Kanade cuddling up to her, “Mafu is baby?”

“Yesh! Me too!”

“Oh.” She frowned in response, tapping on her chin twice before asking, “But if Nanana is baby, and Mizu is baby… and Mafu and Kana then-“

Gasp!

“Who’s gonna be mommy?!” 

“I…” Mizuki’s hand flew to her mouth before letting out a delayed gasp, “I dun know!”

“Wait how old is Mizu?” Ena asked, letting go of Kanade to crawl closer to Mizuki, “Show Ananana, I’m this mush!”

And up she put five fingers, making sure to count them under her breath before nodding at Mizuki, “Enanana ish- five!”

Noticing the big number! Mizuki frowned for a second before letting on an evil baby smile. She was definitely way smaller, but Enanana didn’t have to know that- shhh! “Well I’m bigger, so I should be mama!”

“How old ish you even…”

“Uhm.” The pinkette squeaked, not expecting the question before bringing up her hand to start counting on her fingers, “One… two… free… fo- six.”

“That’s! That’s four stewpid! Is not big!”

“I’m not stupid!” Mizuki whined, kicking her feet before pouting, “Meanie! ‘m gonna tell mama…”

“There’s no mama.” The brunette frowned, crossing her arms as her toddler tantrum kicked in before she huffed angrily, “Enananana mama.”

“You- is baby!” The younger girl argued back, before sighing as she crawled closer to cuddle Mafuyu who only looked at her, offered her her paci, popped it right back in her mouth, and continued watching the squishy. “We all are baby…”

“Hm trues.” Ena nodded getting closer to Kanade, wanting to be nearer to the bunch as they all watched Kanade’s squishy rise slowly. And right before they all got too distracted watching it, she perked up again. “What should we do…”

Mizuki tapped her chin twice in a thinking motion before she jumped up, “Call Honamama!”

“Ah! Mizu is sho smart!!” The brunette gasped, starting to clap happily at the idea, which caused both the regressed Kanade and Mafuyu to clap along- just wanting to be included!

“Duh! Of course, I’m smart! I’m magic girl!” 

“You are!” Ena giggled, reaching for her phone while still clearly struggling to have it open. She had weaker motor skills when regressed, and this was making her feel smaller in her headspace but she insisted on getting it done so Honami could come over and care for them.

Clumsily she wrote:

Ena 5:29pm

we baby. Come pls

And she pressed sent, sighing before stretching her arms up like a kitty and cuddling up to Mizuki. “Mizu… want sleep.”

“Okie! I’ll watch Kana and Mafu!”

Ena nodded sleepily, snuggling into the other girl before letting sleep come by, feeling safe in knowing that Honami was gonna be there soon to care for them all!

A/N: my first experimental Drabble!!! Thank u ash for letting me experiment with ur hc hehe! (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡ This was rlly fun to write I might make more soon cause it’s like writing an ao3 fic minus the ao3 fic curse…૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა

Credit for the enananana hc is! @agere-ena I lob the hc that none of them- including her! Can pronounce her name it’s so cute ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა

[beaistiny]

regressor gojo who forced himself to stop regressing when geto left bc he didnt want to regress if geto wasnt there to care for him ):

[outerspaceismyhappyplace]

Drabble about Viktor and Jayce arguing over what to play that might turn into a full fic: “How do you play house?” says Viktor.

“Um,” says Jayce, absentmindedly picking at the fibers in the carpet. “You pretend to live in a house.”

Viktor looked around at their apartment. “But we *do* live in a house!”

“No, but we pretend!”

“We pretend what? We pretend it’s not our house and then pretend it is again?”

“No, it’s like, just this room is our house.”

“Well, I don’t want to live in a house with just one room,” says Viktor.

“No, but we pretend there’s more rooms!” Jayce tries to explain.

“But there already are!”

“But that’s not how the game works!”

“Well, it’s a stupid game!” Viktor pouts. He kicks at the leg of the coffee table. “Let’s play scientists.”

Jayce flops over on the floor in exasperation. “But Vik, we already are scientists!”

[kny-agere]

A little angsty request Muichiro regresses and thinks Obanai is Yuichiro

Didn’t do it tooo angsty but I hope it’s still good (and added Mitsuri bc I felt it pushed things along better).

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���He won’t let me put him down.” Iguro had been holding Muichiro for at least an hour at this point. As a demon slayer he had the strength to do so but somehow it was still tiring. Iguro wanted to go lie down for a bit or simply have some time to himself.

“Maybe he’s hungry,” Mitsuri suggested. She was clearly worried. Usually the younger hashira clinged to the woman. They could hardly be separated. For Tokito to barely have any interest in her was a sign something was wrong, except the boy seemed perfectly happy. “I’ll get some fruit for us!”

She disappears and still Muichiro barely blinks. He happily nuzzles Obanai’s chest and pulls at his hair. The one or two pieces that are a little longer are easy to grasp. The younger boy seems a little spacier than usual. In between soft kisses and tight hugs he stares at Iguro’s face with a strange look on his face. Then he blinks rapidly a few times and goes back to being more active.

The few times Kanroji had tried to take him into her hands Tokito had almost immediately burst into tears. His face screwed up and the boy gripped Iguro’s haori like a lifeline. Normally he’d be treating Kanroji like that.

At least in the older slayers arms he wasn’t complaining or squirming around much. Though it didn’t seem like the boy would be falling asleep any time soon either.

“We had peaches! I cut them up really small so Mui-kun doesn’t have trouble eating them.”

“He can eat regular slices just fine.”

“It’s better this way! He’s my baby and I’ll treat him like one.” Kanroji sat beside Iguro and waved a small peach cube in the young boys face. Muichiro huffed and turned back into Obanai’s chest. Immediately Mitsuri wilts.

“Do you think he hates me?” The woman sounds nearly hysterical. Tears build in her eyes.

“He doesn’t.” Iguro almost growls. He refuses to think that anyone could even dislike Mitsuri. “Don’t you want your mama?” This time he directs the words towards Tokito. It’s rare they use such familiar words, ones like mother and father. Obanai hopes it’ll remind the younger slayer who cares for him most.

“Bubber.” The words are utter nonsense but Muichiro speaks the words a few times over while he nuzzles any part of Iguro he can reach.

“What is he saying?” Mitsuri manages to stop her tears for a few minutes. “Do you have a little nickname for Iguro-kun?” She pokes his cheek and at the very least he doesn’t whine at all.

Muichiro takes a deep breath. “Brud-bur.” He focuses very hard when speaker. One of his small hands tugs at Obanai’s hair again. The older man still looks confused.

Kanroji has gone very quiet. She looks sad again but not for herself. Leaning in close to Iguro she speaks very softly, “I think he’s saying brother.”

Suddenly he doesn’t care so much about having to coddle the young boy.

[kaydens-agere]

Peter's Grocery Store || Regressing Peter Parker/Spider-Man & Caregiver Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Under the cut!! I might make a moodboard or smth for this later instead of the gifs but I wanted to get this posted cuz I'm very excited about it and its something my little has wanted for ages so here yall go :P

After a very long day of fighting bad guys, Wade is finally home. He takes his mask off as he opens the door to see Peter, carefully lining up an array of items from around the house on the coffee table. He has his fluffy blue blanket wrapped around him, a telltale sign that he's little. Peter looks up as Wade walks in and grins.

"Hi, Daddy." he says quietly as he puts a packet of lunchables on the table.

"Hey bub, what'cha up to?" Wade sets his mask and duffel bag down, smiling gently at Peter, with makes him blush and giggle.

"Making my grocery store!" he replies proudly with a big smile.

"Your grocery store, huh? I dunno if we have the funds for that, Petey-pie." Wade quickly scoops him up, earning a squeal and a giggle from Peter.

"Hey, I'm busy!" Peter nuzzles himself into Wade's arms, despite grumbling and pouting about being picked up.

"Alright, alright. I'll put'ya down." Wade sets Peter back down and lightly kisses his forehead.

"What's for sale in the grocery store of yours, anyway?"

Peter gives Wade a mischievous grin but doesn't answer the question. Wade inspects the table to see what Peter is selling.

"Hey, this is just stuff from around our house, bud." he ruffles his hair.

"Yeah, well, you'll have to buy it back" Peter sticks out his tongue in return.

Wade lovingly rolls his eyes and snorts. He peers into the bag that Peter's pulling stuff from and gasps when he sees something of his.

"Hey! This is my unicorn backpack, what gives?" he quickly retrieves the item from the plastic bag.

Peter huffs and grabs it back. "Nuh! It's for sale now." he pouts and sets it on the table away from Wade.

Wade smirks. "I see how it is. How much is it if I wanna buy it back then?"

"It's not open yet! You have to wait." Peter pulls the last few items from the bag.

"Alright, alright!" Wade puts up his hands in surrender.

After he sets the items down, he stands up and places his hands on his hips.

"Daddy! I'm finished." he giggles excitedly and grabs Wade's hand to drag him to the door.

"Where are we going, kiddo?" Wade laughs as he's being dragged away.

"To the door, silly! You have to come into the store. Have you never been to one?"

Peter's always very sassy with Wade while he's little, but he thinks it's adorable.

"Oh, my deepest apologies, sweetheart. How could I forget how a store works? How silly of me." Wade says sarcastically and puts his hand on his chest.

Peter sticks out his tongue again and runs behind the table.

"Okay! You can come now. Welcome to the grocery store!" he bounces and fidgets behind the table and it takes all of Wade's might to not scoop him up and shower him with kisses.

"Wow, this store is inviting." Wade playfully struts over to the table to get Peter to giggle, and he kneels down and looks at the shop's "stock".

There's a few of Peter's toys, a giant bag of flour, three packs of lunchables, a hairbrush and Wade's aforementioned unicorn backpack. He decides to go for that.

"Okay, you gotta tell me how much for that backpack, baby boy."

"Hm..." Peter looks down thoughtfully before replying. "Fifty thousand million!"

Wade plays along with a dramatic gasp.

"In this economy, kiddo?! Man, even the readers are shocked! Or maybe they're not depending on their living situation..."

"Wha?" Peter tilts his head.

"Nothing, sweetie. Don't worry about it." Wade ruffles his hair.

"You gonna pay up or what?" Peter sasses him again, and Wade rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, you little brat. I'm payin'" he pulls his wallet out of his pocket (he finally started carrying it with him). He pulls out a $5 note and hands it to Peter. He inspects the note carefully.

"This isn't quite enough, but..." he pauses for dramatic effect. "Because you're my daddy and I love you, I suppose this will suffice."

Wade can't hold in his laugh. Sometimes Peter likes to use somewhat sophisticated language when he's small, and he finds it adorable.

"Aww, thank you buddy. You're very kind." Wade takes the backpack of the table and slings it around his shoulder.

"You're welcome, daddy." Peter walks around the table to give Wade a big hug. He tenderly leans down slightly and kisses Peter on the forehead.

"I love you so much, my little angel."

He hears Peter's flustered giggles and smiles.

"I love you too, daddy."

[thetinyblossom]

🌻~ Little Sunflower—

♥️~ A TF2 Agere Fanfic—

🌻~ With— Regressor RED Demoman; Caregiver RED Spy; Pre-established Romance; RED Bomb Voyage; Vent Regression; Hurt/Comfort; Mention of past trauma (Not described); Term “Daddy” is used (Affectionally/Completely SFW);

♥️~ AO3 Link—

Tavish isn’t one to be vulnerable, in fact, he hates to talk about his feelings and especially his childhood. But… he still craves that normal childhood he couldn’t have, one where he didn’t have to live with such controlling parents, with such violence in his life, where he could just focus on what he wanted to do, to invent freely… that “jealousy”, as he calls it, makes him feel so… fuzzy and sad, like he is that kid again, scared and lost, just wanting his mom to coddle him and kiss his forehead.

“Everything will be ok, Tavish”

That’s all he wanted to hear.

Tavish is hidden under his blankets, his eye stings from crying, he has so many big feelings but feels no older than five. How can a little boy like him deal with all of that? Is so scary and mean, he wants his mommy! He wants his daddy! He wants someone to hold him! He holds his teddy bear close and sucks his thumb, while quietly mumbling,

-Mommy?… Daddy?… Needs you…

He sniffles.

Suddenly he hears a familiar voice…

-Mon Amour? Where are you?

It’s Spy! Tavish freezes, what if Spy sees him like this? What if this finally scares Spy away? What if Spy makes fun of him? As the little boy questions on what he should do he feels the blankets softly shift to reveal his hiding spot.

-A-ha! There you are, sweetie!

The Frenchman chuckles, happily placing a kiss on his lover's forehead. Tavish melts at the action, trying to mumble something to answer Spy but he feels so so so small to properly talk, as if he regressed back to being unable to properly talk, he quietly babbles before starting to hiccup and cry.

-D-da… Daddy…

Spy’s face changes to confusion, then quickly softens to one of understanding.

-Ah… my poor baby…

He holds Tavish close, cradling the little one into his arms.

-Shhh, Shhh… it’s ok… Daddy is here… You are safe, Tav…

He reassures the little one, softly humming to comfort his sweet bébé. The baby boy clings to his dada, sniffling and trying to focus on the humming to calm down.

-Da… Dada…

-That’s me… I’m here…

Spy replies softly

-No leave… no… please?

-I will never leave you, you are my little sunflower, daddy would be nothing without you, my love.

The caregiver kisses his little’s one forehead again.

-I will always be here, mon bébé, always.

The Demoman nods, taking a few deep breaths to calm down.

-O-okay… thanks you…

-Of course, anything for you, petit tournesol.

He smiles while he cradles his baby close, shielding Tavish away from any pain.

🌻~ Translations—

“Mon amour”: My love

“Bébé”/“Mon Bébé”: Baby/My baby

“Petit Tournesol”: Little Sunflower

[softpawpup]

— my perfect night of regression !!

the lights are dim and its quiet outside. the house is cool and the fan is blowing. the blankets are warm and plentiful, bunched up and layered one over the other. there’s popcorn, pizza, chocolate, soda and cocoa. howls moving castle on the tv, playing at an audible but soft volume. caregiver at the side, whispering praises and words of love. as sleep comes, the tv fades and the lights grow dimmer. the blankets are pulled up and good night kisses are exchanged. stuffies are gathered and a special one is clutched close to the heart. the bed is soft and the pillows make walls of comfort. theres a hand in hair, stroking and rubbing gently. the fan spins, the caregiver hums, a soft light glows somewhere in the corner. the night is perfect.

[the-universal-sun]

in NEED of some sad little stan with ford comforting him.. maybe him telling ford about his past being homeless and regressing from talking about the memories

Thank you for the request and very sorry it took so long to get to it, I hope you're still here to read it! I enjoyed writing it very much, even if Stan doesn't regress until about halfway down. I do have some drabbles in the works that are lil' stan all the way through though...Enough about that, thank you again for the request, I hope it lives up to your expectations! I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! It was a good prompt and I thank you again, Anon, for the ask! Sorry if the tone seems to flip flop around, I took a long break to finish up some chores when writing this.

As always, I'm open to helpful comments and advice, please enjoy!

TW: Stan talks a little about his time in the back of a trunk, but it's essentially just Stan describing his feelings and dropping when telling Ford. If you want to void that paragraph, it starts at "It was about the time I spent in Mexico" and ends at "get his words out without blubbering. "

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It was a rough night for Stan. There was a storm going on out on the water and the violent rocking of the Stan O' War made him stumble and burn his tongue on the still hot stew was made, then he just couldn't find the right position to sleep in, his back hurting on his side, his front, when he was laying back on his orthopedic pillow, nothing was right. And when he did finally manage to get to sleep, nightmares and memories he wishes stayed forgotten clawed at his mind all night, finally jerking him awake too early in the morning for anyone to function. Anyone but Ford, that is, who seemed well rested and eager to start the day. Stan swears his brother was whistling a tune while he made coffee he was just that damn chipper. Stan wasn't. He wanted to sleep, but he knows even if he could, nightmares would find their way back in, and he cannot deal with those right now, not with how close he was to dropping and regressing-which he honestly wasn't in the mood for right now, his body and mind to anxious and exhausted to focus on that allure. Instead, he just grunted when Ford asked him about how he slept. And he only gave short one word answers throughout the day, his mood souring further and further as the humid sun beat down on them. He thought he was doing well in hiding it from Ford until, around late afternoon, his brother turns to him, arms crossed and an expression that was identical to their mother's when she got annoyed with their attitudes, and demanded an explanation.

"Stanley, what is the matter with you today? You've been crochety and grumpy all day, and it's starting to get on my nerves." He stands there, waiting for Stan to respond. Jesus, can't Stan have a bad day without it being turned into a big deal? He heaves a sigh after a few moments, not wanting to get into an argument with the way he's feeling.

" 'S nothing, Stanford, just had a rough time getting to sleep, s'all. Nothing for you to worry about." He shrugs, trying to keep it casual and not alert his brother to just why he had a hard time sleeping. Stan hopes he'll drop and they can go back to setting up fishing lines. Stan doesn't think he can keep a good grip on his pole today, so he's got the rail grip out for it. He just wants to sit back and relax and not think about bad dreams and phantom body aches.

"Hard time sleeping? Was it the storm, Stanley? It was pretty rough last night, but it ended around 2 am and I've seen you sleep through rougher. Though I do recall hearing you complain and grumble about your back periodically throughout the night..." Stan, knowing his brother will reach some sort of conclusion on his own, whether accurate or not, just sighs again and starts putting up their fishing gear. Once Stanford got started, it took a while for him to finish, and once he comes to his conclusion, whatever it is, he's going to insist Stan go and get some rest or, god forbid, talk about it. Yeesh, just thinking about it made his whole body cringe. He's finished packing everything up and is halfway to the door back inside before Ford pipes up with his conclusion as to what Stan's problem was.

"You had a nightmare! Probably of a memory that just came back to you! Why didn't I see it before! You're always in a dour mood when you have a memory come to you in this form, it should've been my first thought, really! I was too absorbed in writing down my latest findings...that...I..." Ford stops, wincing at the sight of Stanley's blank stare from the doorway, eyebrow raised. Stan only rolls his eyes up, earning another wince, before he gestures to the open door. If they're going to have an emotional talk, Stan would rather do it in air conditioning. He leaves the box of fishing gear by the door and heads to their room, he'll need the comfort of his teddy bear if Ford's going to make him talk about his nightmare. And trust him, Ford will make him talk, probably by sheer annoyance and pestering. He grabs his Teddy and heads to the kitchen, bypassing Ford loitering in the door way and ignoring the stare aimed at him. He doesn't need to feel like he's going to regress to have Poindexter, the stuffed toy has been a comfort for him since he was 19, and it's still one now, no matter his headspace. He settles in the kitchen, grabbing a diet Pitt Cola, more for something to do with his hands and mouth than desire to drink it. He adverts his eyes when Stanford settles down in front of him, staring silently.

"Stanley, you know we need to talk about this, if it was a memory, it needs to go in one of your memory books, just in case you have a lapse. You also need to talk about it for your own mental health, you know what Mabel says, bottling your emotions will only lead to explosions." Stan loves his great-niece, he truly does, but she was all on abord with his brother when he got into his "caring about peoples (Stanley's) emotions and helping them with their mental health." phase, which is seeming less like a phase every day.

"Yeah I had a nightmare, it was about an incident during a drifter days. It was sucky and I hated it, and I'll write it down in the Bad Memory journal later. There, we talked about it, I'll go rest now. We done?" Stan starts to get up from the small table.

"No we are not done! You actually have to talk about it, Stanley, share the details of your nightmare with me. And I know you won't write it down! So we are going to sit here and you are going to talk. And trust me, I can play the waiting game. I can play it all day." Dang it, Ford's stern about this, and Stan knows he means it, waiting for him to talk. He's done it before, they sat there from sun rise to almost sun set before Stan gave in and talked. He sighs, cracking open the soda and setting his bear next to him at the table, talking more to it than to Ford, not wanting to see the disappointment in his eyes. He takes a while to gather his thoughts, to think about the best way to get through this. He grabs his teddy with his free hand, just to hold and pet so his nerves can calm down.

"It was about the time I spent in Mexico, there was an-uh-incident and," Stan blows some air out of his mouth, wondering why it was so hard to talk about this particular memory with Ford. "I had to chew my way out of a trunk." He still refuses to look at him, staring down at Poindexter, his worn but well loved Teddy who's been with him through everything. Stan's amazed he's never lost the poor thing, with how many times he's been on the run and in jail-thankfully they keep the stuff you had when you went in and kept your car impounded if you were in for less than 3 years, so no one was able to throw him away. He keeps his grip on Poindexter tight as he talks about his nightmare, how terrified he felt and how he truly believed, for the first time in his life, he was going to die. He recounts the experience, and not without a few barbs and poor tasting jokes, going from holding Poindexter to hugging him tightly, needing his comfort. Stan can feel his headspace creeping up on him, already so close to dropping and getting even closer to it the more he talks. He doesn't even realize he's started rocking until he knocks into the table, startling him into silence until Stanford quietly urges for him to continue talking about his nightmare, his brother writing down his words in a memory journal. Stan starts slipping further and further as he gets to the part where had to chew through the harsh metal of a car trunk, he can feel the tears sting his eyes, but he can't worry about them, too focused on being able to get his words out without blubbering.

He finishes telling Stanford about his nightmare, was it really a nightmare if it was a memory of his, with a joke about his dentures. Stan doesn't know if it didn't land because of the situation or because it was actually bad, he's still refusing to look at Ford, burying his face in Poindexter's fur, feeling so close to dropping, he's teetering over the edge, and so upset about his nightmare. He wishes he never remembered that situation, he could've gone the rest of his life clueless and he would have preferred that. He flinches when he hears Ford get up and sit next to him, is he going to tell Stan what a disappointment he was for getting mixed up in such a bad crowd? Will he sigh and say he should've taken better care of himself? Stan doesn't know, and he's scared to find out.

"Oh, Lee," Ford sighs next to him, a six-fingered hand curling through the strands at the back of Stan's neck, his gentle touches breaking away the last of the dam holding back his tears and pushing him over that edge. He curls into Sixer, clutching his sweater and sobbing, sobbing over how scared he was, how scared he still is, the nightmare's affects lingering throughout the day. He never wants to think about that moment ever again. Stan's finding it hard to breathe his how hard he's crying, coughing harshly every couple of minutes. His brother slaps his back to dislodge his coughs, rocking Stan's body with his own. He sniffles, wiping his face on Sixer's chest, and wraps his arms around him, making their rocking go faster. Stan likes it when his brother rocks him, it's better than his rocking, it calms him down way faster, too. They just rock together for what feels like eternity, he's stopped crying at some point, but he still clutches Sixer, enjoying the touch and the sensations, the nice a comfy warmth he brings. His brother always knows how to chase away his scary feelings and thoughts, he really loves Ford.

Stan panics when he feels Ford pull away, clutching at his sweater and whining, he's so scared he's going to leave him again, Stan doesn't want to be alone, he wants his big brother to hold him and rock him!

"Lee, it's alright, I'm just getting a warm cloth to wipe your face, alright?" Stan just blinks at Ford, not really understanding what he said. He just stands when his twin stands, he doesn't want to be alone, he has to follow Sixer. Stan holds his hand as tight as he can and follows Ford to the bathroom, he cries when the lights get turned on, they hurt his eyes, they're too bright! He flicks them off, rubbing his eyes, they sting and burn even more now. Stan just wants to go and get out of these itchy clothes and cuddle Poindexter, but Ford's got to be in the bathroom for some reason, which means Stan does too, even though he doesn't have to go potty now. He flinches when the cloth touches his face, it's got but it does feel good, Stan hums and lets his brother pat his face with it, lightly rocking on his feet and clutching his stuffy to his chest.

"There we are, the hot water might help soothe some of the irritation in your eyes from crying, but if your eyes start to swell, I've got an ice pack in the freezer if you're amenable to that." Stan doesn't know what Sixer's talking about, his head's too fuzzy to pay attention to all the details and the big words his brother's using. He hums again as Ford smooths his hair back, he loves it when his hair's played with, it makes his body feel just like jelly-or is it jam that jiggles and falls down? Stan doesn't know, but he smiles at Sixer, he's still rocking away, but it feels nice to do, it's a nice rocking, a happy rocking, not a bad and tight tummy rocking. His brother looks, now that his glasses are back on, sad and all frowny, and Stan doesn't like that, so he lets Poindexter hug him, that's sure to cheer him up. Poindexter's hugs always cheer Stan up, why wouldn't they work on Ford.

"A-ah, thank you, Lee and Poindexter, for the hug. I appreciate it very-um very much." Ford rubs the back on his neck, giving the toy a hand armed hug and hesitant tap on it's "back", still unsure about hugging a stuffed animal.

His brother always looks so awkward when he hugs his stuffies, but, and Stan gives him a big hug, too, he looks happier than before, so Stan was right, as always, his friends hugs cheered up Sixer! His brother is the one grabbing his hand this time, walking them to the bedroom, Stan swinging their joined hands together between them for the short walk. "Lee, how about you go pick out some comfortable clothes while I fix the bed up. I'll help you get dressed when you've got them picked out, yes?" Stan understood enough of that to know that Sixer wants him to get some jammies out, he already knows which ones he's going to pick, his absolute favorite pair. He nods and gives a little salute, giggling when Ford tickles his chin, moving his face to escape the tickling but the hand keeps following him until he pushes it away, wanting to get changed. He watched his brother go to his bed, staring at it for some reason, before he goes to his dresser and pulls out his Special Jammy Drawer, the words capitalized to show how special and important this drawer is; it had all his fun and comfy pajamas and socks. Stan doesn't even need to look for his jammies, his favorite pair is right on top. It's a pair of fuzzy brown footies and it has a hood, but even better than the hood is the ears and tail on it, they look like a bears! Now he matches with Poindexter when he's got them on, that's why they're his favorite! Sixer always gets a kick out of it when he roars and rolls around on these, too.

"Have you got your clothes out yet, Lee? I've got the bed all fixed up with your special blankets and special pillows on it. I've even laid out a heating pad, it should be warm enough to feel once you've gotten dressed." Oh boy, Stan's special blankies are his favorites, and he gets a heating pad! He's got an achy back, so he sometimes needs a heating pad if it gets real bad, his special pillows are for his back and neck, too-Sixer likes to say something about "proper support" but Stan just likes how it makes his body feel like he's a giant laying on hills. But his blankets he can't rest without. One is a giant and heavy blankie with dinos on it, but the other is his tip top absolute favorite. It's a big and warm quilt with so many different patches and patterns-Stan added some teddy bears to it himself and they only made it look better-and some nice old lady gave it to him when he was really cold at a shelter once, it was just before he got Poindexter, which means it's also been with him forever and ever and he doesn't know what he'd do without it.

Stan's snapped out of his thought when his brother takes Poindexter out of his arms, Stan cries out and tries to follow him but calms down when Sixer puts him on the bed, right, he needs to get dressed and can't hold his friend to do that. "Steady now, Lee. Hold on to me." Ford always helps him get dressed, scared he'll fall and hurt himself, it's only ever happened one (or thrice or five times), but Stan likes it, it gives him a warm gooey feeling in his chest and tummy, he likes that his big brother wants to take care of him and soothe his ouchies when he gets hurt from falling. "Step in one leg at a time, Lee, we don't want to fall. Left leg in, perfect. Right leg now." Ford's voice is soft, so are his movements, he gently holds and guides Stan, helping him step in the legs of his jammies and threading his hand through the sleeves, zipping him up almost all the way but not to the top, Stan doesn't like things zipped up or buttoned up all the way, it makes it hard to swallow. "There we go," His hood is flipped up, the bear ears sticking out, "one Big Bear ready to lay down and rest easy." Stan does a little "roar" and makes claws with his hands, but he doesn't think it scares Sixer, his brother just laughs and rubs his head, which makes him pout before a tummy poke brings out his ticklish giggles.

"Alright, lets get tucked in to bed now. Ah-" Ford tuts at Stans returning pout, tapping his lips to usher it away, "You don't have to sleep, Lee, but I just want you to lay down in the quiet, okay?" Stan can do laying down, maybe not quiet, but he can 100% lay down in a comfy bed surrounded by Sixer and Poindexter and his blankies. "Perfect, let's get your glasses...alright, let's get you settled, Lee." As Ford tucks him and Poindexter in, Stan wonders if Ford will get in with him if he asked. Is Ford going to stay with Stan? The thought of Ford leaving makes him whimper, clutching his brother's sleeve. He can't leave, Stan needs him here with him! To protect him from any scary dreams or memories or monsters!

"Lee!? What is it what's wrong?" Ford panics, thinking something, another memory perhaps, caused Stanley's panic. His face crumples when all he gets his a whispered and broken "stay" and teary whines, did Stanley think he would leave? After what his memory was about? He gets on his knees, the joints cracking, before he speaks:

"Oh, Lee, I'm not going to leave you. I'm going to stay right here by your side, I always will be by your side, for the rest of our lives. So please, don't cry, I'm not going anywhere." He rests his forehead against Stanley's, one hand holding his, the other grabbing the pacifier he laid on the side table, bringing it up to his brother's mouth-which immediately latched on and began to chew, the repetitive movement obviously soothing, his body goes lax soon after.

Sixer said he'd stay, he always says that and he always stays, so Stan settles back down, chewing on his pacifier and hugging Poindexter, and lets his brother finish tucking him in, the blankets tights around him, the pressure is soothing. He keeps his head turned to face his brother, needing to see him, to make sure he's really going to stay, snuffling when his hair gets soothed back, the hand resting on the top on his head. Stan doesn't feel tired, not sleepy tired at least, but it feels nice to let his body relax against his bed and brother, just letting himself float in his fuzzy headed feelings, not really thinking of anything, just existing.

It felt nice.

[caregivingchrysalises]

and sometimes my darling little one, we need a little nap, or a bit more time to simply stay still and not think about all of the flutterings here, there and everywhere,, and i assure you my sweet, that it is a wonderful thing to rest, and that we all~ sundrops big and small alike need to take time to get our rest. you deserve to feel safe and comfortable as you flutter off to dreamland dewdrop. your dreams are safe and cherished here sweetheart, you gave the day your best little love and now it’s time we rest!

~ i took such a long and lovely nap this afternoon which inspires this silly drabble, hugs ‘tala

[skylers-age-regression-blog]

I just need to vent

Do not interact if you are a and a nsfw/ddlg account

Full disclosure, this is about people in the ddlg/ age play community interacting with me and making me feel icky. I understand if you feel icky about talking about it

I'm lucky that this hasn't happened to me in a while but I remember when I first started sharing my age regression on tiktok i would have a lot of 18 plus ddlg accounts follow me and it's always made me feel uncomfortable and weird, especially since I wasn't even an adult I was 16, even though it did very much make me feel uncomfortable it wasn't until I got much older that it really started to make me feel sick just thinking about it i was a minor why were these kink accounts following me when I was a minor

And sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who this happened to

[ragbabies]

have a silly little kaebedo regression drabble, all kaeya knows is that this helps albedo feel better, and absolutely nothing about the age stuff other than “oh he acts a little like klee”

if this gets, like, 10 or more notes, i’ll write it properly into a fic, but for now? enjoy :D

\\ Albedo hadn't wanted to go to the angel's share to be entirely honest. But he also knew that if Kaeya knew he was closer to 9 years old than 21, he wouldn't have even suggested it. He supposed it was his fault they were there, so he was content with it. Abesntmindedly chewing on his lip, they entered the tavern, and made their way straight to the bar.

After greeting Diluc, Kaeya began to order his drink, death in the afternoon(?) as usual, and when Diluc turned to him for his own order, Albedo paused. he hadn't actually been in the angel's share without drinking, and wasn't sure what to get.

Kaeya began talking for him at least, "He won't drink right now, what non-alcoholic options do you have?"

He looked slightly to the side feeling Diluc's eyes on him, watching him, as for a reason as to why he wasn't drinking. Kaeya saw the glance from Diluc and answered for him, a simple response.

"He's fine, just doesn't like drinking while under the refre-regression? I think it's called a regression?"

Diluc quirked an eyebrow, "Age regression?"

Albedo was shocked that the redhead had heard of it, and quickly turned back to face Diluc, jaw slightly agape. Before he could respond, Diluc was continuing, "Yes, I’m slightly familiar with it.” Answering Albedo’s unspoken question, before rounding on his brother. “Kaeya, why are you drinking if you're aware of his regression?"

He recovered from his shock, meekly interrupting the accusation aimed at his boyfriend, "No- um, he doesn't know. Not fully. It's okay Master Diluc."

Making eye contact with Diluc, he smiled weakly, obviously not expecting his secret to be exposed so openly. Diluc's eyes softened ever so slightly, and there was a silent agreement of "I won't ask any questions if you won't" shared between them. It wasn't long before Kaeya had caught onto what they had been saying, interrupting their moment with a loud outburst.

"Hey! I don't know what?"

"Oh it's nothing. Albedo, we have a selection of juices, is there any in particular you'd like?"

“Wh- Diluc! What do you both know that I don’t?!”

Albedo smiled at the dramatics of Kaeya, watching them bicker back and forth.

“I’m impartial to any drink. Is there any you’d recommend?” He questioned, trusting Diluc to make something he’d like.

“More to annoy Kaeya than anything else, how does grape juice with a small mix of strawberry, and pineapple juice sound? On Kaeya’s ever growing tab, of course.”

“Eugh,” Kaeya made a grimacing face, “you and your fucking grape juice.”

“That sounds amazing, Thank you.”

After a short while of Diluc making their drinks, and listening to Kaeya’s pestering about the situation, Diluc had still refused to elaborate other than a “Why don’t you ask Albedo yourself?” They were pushed across the bar, with a piece of paper and a pencil next to Albedo’s. He looked up at Diluc, silently questioning why he had been given those.

“You seem to draw and write a lot. While I have a few of Klee’s books here, I don’t think that’s something you’d like right now. At least not here.” Diluc answered, and Albedo just nodded, mouthing thank you before tucking into his drink. It had been served to him in a tankard instead of a glass, one wide enough for him to get both hands around to keep it steady, but not so heavy he struggled to hold it. The tankard also wasn’t clear, which Albedo thought was a smart decision so he would be able to lie about what drink he had, but was enjoying the juice so much he decided that would be his regular order from now on.

It didn’t take long for the fuzz in his brain to increase, especially when Kaeya started bickering with Diluc again, so he sat back snickering, watching and doodled them arguing while he enjoyed his juice.

[cupidspup]

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Oookay SO I know I’ve been gone for a while and I’m so sorry for all that :”)

Literally everything happened all at once and it’s been so crazy so I thought I’d get a little personal and catch you guys up on my life!

There’s also some super duper important announcements about this page and my fics so please read!! ╰(*´︶  `*)╯♡

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Secondly, I’m a double major now! Im now officially majoring in Child Development (ironic!) and Psychology (also ironic!!) I want to become a therapist for children with trauma one day and I’m setting down the stones to get there! I’m so super duper excited >ܫ<

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Fifth!! Yes!! I am still writing and I still plan to write!! I’ve decided that regardless of season and holiday I AM GOING TO WRITE WHAT I WANT!!! This account was for me and me only and to create what I consider to be interesting, fun and most of all comfortable!! It’s a huge safe space and a place of comfort to me and I realized that I shouldn’t bind myself to uncomfortable time limits or expectations!! (Classic Kyupie - putting unrealistic expectations onto himself even though literally no one pressured him to do so) So yeah!! Im learning from my mistakes and this is how I wanna run this account so I don’t discourage myself and make myself avoidant again! So please!! Keep requesting and interact with me however you’d like (thats within my stated boundaries ofc teehee)!! Im still going to post my wips and I plan to have more than just those too :D As per usual, due to work and school I don’t have a set schedule to uploading my Fics but don’t feel discouraged to text me and ask! :3 I think that sums up everything for this category!

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I AM A FATHER!!! GAZE UPON MY BEAUTIFUL SON!!

His name is Kirimi (like the Sanrio character Kirimi-Chan!!), he is six months old and he loves to eat!!

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