#agere ficlet

[prncsslulu]

when carer's reply to babbles like youre speaking intelligently, “oh yeah, kid! you're so right!” “i’ve never thought of it like that before, smart little thing!” “i agree, we should have chicken nuggets for dinner!”

[red-panda-agere]

I need to post something, SHORT FICLET(?) ANYONE?

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Would You Rescue Me?

(Atticus x Giacomo short AGERE oneshot)

Giacomo had a very frustrating day. A few idiots, who still weren't convinced that Team Star was really innocent, had been bothering him through one of his classes, and had even tried to follow him to his dorm. In a panic, he quickly changed directions, heading towards Atticus' room so he wouldn't be alone. They'd called him several names in his history class that he'd rather not repeat, and he didn't even want to know what they were thinking as they not-so-sneakily attempted to follow him to his dorm. When he knocked on a door, rather than attempting to unlock it though, they stood back. The door opened after a few moments, the ones following behind not even seeing who let him in.

As soon as he stepped foot in and the door was closed and locked behind them, Giacomo made sure that both locks were done, Atticus' brow furrowed as he looked down at him, silently asking for an explanation. This wasn't a planned visit in the slightest, something had to have been seriously wrong. After a few moments of an awkward silence, the panic-fueled adrenaline started to wear off as Atticus had began to place some of Momo's stuff on the counter, not saying a word, not wanting to upset him further. The shorter male just stared at the ground. His hands started to shake as he no-longer felt like at any moment he could be pounced on, like a Deerling in a field of Pyroar.

His breathing hitched for a moment, before a quiet choked out sob was heard by Atticus. "Oh little one..." Giacomo broke at those words. He buried his face into Atticus's chest, his hands clenching the fabric closest to his face in a fist. "Dada is here sweetheart..." he started sobbing aloud as the taller now lifted him up. He wrapped his legs around the caregiver's waist. "Th-They were g-gon' get me da" he sniffled as he started to slip down, rapidly. "Din' mean bother you. Was scared!" He choked up again, continuing to pitifully sob. "No harm shall be done to you little one. You are with your Dada little star, you are safe. Get all those scary feelings out baby. Dada's got you..." he spoke softly in a whisper, trying to calm the little one hiding in his shoulder. Atty had pieced together what had happened, one of his few suspicions confirmed. "Dada" he sniffled. He snuggled further into Atticus' shoulder, if possible. "Dada is right here little one..." the taller assured softly. He walked over to the closet for a moment, grabbing a little baby blue case from the top shelf. He popped it open, offering the little one his paci. It had remained in the case, all nice and clean for the next time its comfort was required. Momo hid in his shoulder again for a moment after eyeing the small comfort object. "Dada won't judge Pumpkaboo... He is more than okay if you need it." Atticus would never touch the object himself unless asked to. That was his baby's and he respected it. Giacomo always got very very shy and anxious when it came to any of his little items. It took Atty forever to get him comfortable enough to even use the items infront of him without his help. He still got shy about using them, but Atticus assured him he would never make fun of, or scold him for having such comfort items. But he was a very patient caregiver and would give his little one all the time in the world. He would never push or insist. Whatever made Giacomo most comfortable.

"Can hav' da?"

The smaller asked in a whisper, sniffling. Atty didn't know whether to smile or frown. He'd asked for him to give him the pacifier, a big brave step for him. On the other hand, he must be very desperate or so scared and small he was fully reliant on him. But that's 10000% okay. "Dada's got you little star..."

Atticus grabbed the little red ring on the comfort item, easing the Zorua paci to the little one's lips. The case was sat back up onto the shelf. Most of his little ones' regression items were hidden up there. A very soft Umbreon plushie was sitting on the shelf, Gio's gaze fixed on it. Atty noticed almost immediately something had caught his attention. He looked up at the shelf as well. "What has caught your attention little one?" The regressed boy made a 'grabby hand' at the shelf. That didn't help much...

Atticus then reached back up, grabbing his light blue and white Swablu baby blanket. Gio hesitated, now wanting it as well but still wanting the Umbreon. He now made two 'grabby hands.' Atticus understood now. He grabbed the little blankie and the Umbreon's paw in the same hand. He handed both to the teary-eyed little one, the dark type trainer laying his head back down on his shoulder. One hand heald the Swablu blankie and rested on the opposite shoulder, his arm around his caregiver's shoulder. The other hand heald Umbreon, pulling it up to his chest. "There we are little star..."

The warmth of comfort that seemed to radiate off the taller male in the moment had Giacomo desperate to stay in his hold. "Can Dada set you down for a moment little star?" Atticus asked softly. The baby shook his head, his grasp on the taller's shirt tightening. "Alright bubs, alright." The poison type trainer was going to help him get into some comfier clothes but his emotional comfort comes first. It hurt his heart to hear the crying from his little one, wishing so badly he could never be sad ever again. "How does a bottle sound little one?" Momo hesitated for a moment, nodding a little nervously. "Dada does not mind little one...you are such a brave little star, did you know that? You have been such a big help to Dada today at getting you comfortable. Dada is so so proud of you..." Atticus cooed, making his way to the makeshift dorm kitchen. The darker haired male smiled just a little from behind his paci, sniffling a little, but a soft little giggle was heard. That warmed Atty's heart...

He hummed softly as he skillfully prepared the bottle of Moomoo milk for his little one.

Giacomo softly cried as Atticus bounced him carefully in his arms, a bit calmer than before. The microwave quietly hummed in the background as he hushed the little one. Seeing the poison type Team Star member a bit out of his element, was odd for just about anyone else. He was just in a video game t-shirt and some very thin pajama pants. The fluffy ones or even just regular ones were too warm for him, but he still liked having his legs covered. That wasn't the problem at hand though. "Shh little one...Your dada has got you..." Giacomo tried, he really did, but he was upset. And he was allowed to feel that way. It just hurt Atticus to see him this upset and scared. Atty opened the microwave a few seconds before it beeped, not wanting to spook the little one any more with any sudden sounds. He carefully screwed the yellow, star covered lid on, with one hand, gently shaking it up.

He sat down on a couch, next to the bed in his cramped dorm room. Not too much time was spent in here anyways, but cramped nonetheless. His little one was now sat in his lap, slightly propped up on the arm of the couch, as well his own arm. Atticus kissed his little one's head as he heard a quiet sniffle, setting the bottle on the coffee table infront of them. "Alright little star...can we set your paci down for a moment? You can have it right back afterwards, you have Dada's word...Dada has a baba for you..."

Momo looked away from his caregiver, a bit embarrassed to have Atticus watch him take his paci out. He handed it to his Dada, whimpering a bit as the tears started to build back up a bit as he no longer felt grounded. He clung to his Dada as he leaned over to set the paci on the table, rushing to grab the bottle of Moomoo milk. "Shhh...oh little star. It's alright baby. Dada's got you, please don't cry sweetheart. Look what Dada's got Pumpkaboo..." he hushed softly. Atticus heald up the star themed bottle, gently shaking it to get the boy's attention. A few stray tears slipped down as he reached for it. "Sippy" Giacomo sniffled. Grabby hands were made towards it.

"Do you want Dada's help little one?" Atty asked before he handed it to Gio. The regressed boy thought about it for a moment, hiding behind his blankie in embarrassment. He was chewing on one of the corners. A little shy, he nodded, still clinging to the comfort items with one hand, the other holding his Dada's shirt. "You are doing so good today little one...Dada's so proud of you. So so brave..." Atty cooed, carefully easing the bottle towards him, as if making sure that Gio himself was absolutely sure. Momo leaned forward, a small whine of frustration before the gap was broken, and the little one started to sip on the bottle.

Atticus hummed softly, the little one listening to the rumbling of his chest, as he continued to hold his 'sippy' for him. It went on like this until Giacomo started to doze off. His eyes were fluttering shut every few seconds, his Dada softly laughing at his sweet, sleepy baby. The nearly empty bottle was sat back on the table and the paci was given back to the baby. Gio was carefully sat up, his head back on his caregiver's shoulder.

The baby boy finally slipped into a peaceful sleep, his blankie and Umbreon still in hand. Atticus kept his hold on the little one, gently running his hand through his little Pumpkaboo's hair.

"No harm shall come to you as long as I am here my little one..."

[cutiecorner]

For your one word challenge:

Napping?

(Idk I'm a sucker for the sleepiness)

Here's a teensy Miles with his mommy ♡ AU/future where his parents know he's spiderman. note: I'm bad at spanish, sorry! Translations are supposed to be "always my little student" and "this kid".

“Miles, baby, I think you need a nap.”

Rio looked at her exhausted son, practically falling asleep on his chem homework. He was on a school break, but there were no breaks for spiderman. With two villains this week, he was more than a little tired, but there was still work to be completed. Since finding out he was spiderman, his parents have been a little more lenient on his grades. He still didn’t want to fall behind thought. Siempre mi pequeño estudiante, Rio thought fondly. She put a gentle hand on his back. He pouted and rubbed his eyes. 

“Mami I’m fine, really,” he mumbled.

“Mmm,” Rio hummed, “ok, ok, but let mami help,” Rio sat down, looking over his papers.

She pulled her chair a little closer, and he rested his head on her shoulder. His dreary eyes were almost shutting on their own. She smiled. Este niño. She started to edit his homework but made no move to scooch him off, speaking softly and calmly to lull him to sleep. Her evil plan was working, Miles drifting in and out of consciousness, his head getting heavier on her shoulder. She kissed him on the temple.

“Mimi time, papi.”

“Mimi…” Miles mumbled.

She put an arm around her son and helped him up, leading him back to his room. He collapsed onto his bed and curled up into his usual sleeping position. Rio chuckled, and pulled up the blanket to keep her baby warm.

[everybodyshusband]

are you going to write about more regressed ghouls? i think itd be nice for some of them to have a playdate, namely phantom and rain and maybe even swiss. the rest could be caregivers (or also regressed, up to you)

i am always so excited to write regressed ghouls, haha ! thank you so much for your ask, anon !!! i wrote this in a rush and while regressed please be kind, haha :’)

(almost) 900 words of regressed rain, swiss, and the New Guy (i haven’t decided on a name that i like for him yet, so i’ve mainly referred to him as “the newest ghoul" i hope that’s okay!!)

under the cut or on ao3 :)

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Rain looked up from where he was sitting on the floor with the band’s newest ghoul playing blocks to see Swiss standing in the doorway, grinning down at both of them, a plushie clutched tightly in his fist.

Rain had walked into the common room wanting to find someone to sit and cuddle with for a while, but he had found the youngest ghoul sitting cross-legged on the floor building a tower of blocks and chatting to himself quietly instead. The water ghoul had toddled over and plonked himself down on the floor next to his friend, asking if he could join. The quintessence ghoul hadn’t said anything, but he’d nodded at Rain, patted the ground next to him, and held out a block for Rain to take, babbling something about needing more builders to finish the tower on time. They’d been playing for about an hour or two, chatting away at each other as they built a tower together—the tower of blocks had been so big that the little ghouls had needed to stand up to put the blocks on top. Luckily for the furniture around them, the tower had fallen over before the two of them had needed to start standing on couches, so they were back to sitting on the floor again, their small tower between them.

When Swiss came to the doorway, Rain was confused. Something felt different about the multi ghoul, but he didn’t know what it was. He tilted his head in Swiss’ direction and trilled in confusion, wanting to know what was different but not having the words to ask. Luckily, Swiss knew what Rain meant.

“No, no! ‘M not big right now, ‘m sorry, Rainy,” he said, his smile going away slightly as he spoke. It looked like he was sad that he couldn’t take care of Rain and the new ghoul like he normally would if he found them being little with no one to look after them, but Rain didn’t want Swiss to be sad. He wanted him to be happy! “I– I wanted to know if– if maybe I could play blocks too?” Swiss looked so scared to ask, and Rain didn't like that.

At the suggestion of a third playmate, the new ghoul trilled happily and clapped his hands together, accidentally knocking over the newest tower of blocks in his excitement. “Ah, noo!” He cried out. “Swissy, help us! Tower again!” He gasped. He didn’t have many words, so he worried that Rain and Swiss wouldn’t be able to understand him, but the other two gasped as well, very excited that the three of them would be able to build a tower together.

Rain nodded quickly and pulled at Swiss’ arm, dragging him down to the bricks. “Yeah, Swissy, you need help us!”

Swiss sat down, his mouth dropped open in surprise that the other ghouls wanted his help so much, and began putting blocks on top of each other to help them build their tower. Each time a new block went on and the tower didn’t fall, they all clapped and cheered excitedly.

As the three of them built, they came up with a story about the tower, which they were all very proud of, and when Cumulus walked into the common room, they all started talking at the same time, wanting to tell her their story. She sat down on the couch and leaned forward, taking a good look at their tower of blocks, praising them for how well-built and sturdy it was. The three ghouls melted under her words and began purring even louder than they had been when they were building together.

“Do– Do you wanna hear th’story ‘bout our tower, Lussy?” Rain asked, sitting at her feet and looking up at her lovingly. “We really, really, really wan’ to tell you!”

Cumulus laughed happily. “Of course you can tell me, little ones! C’mon, come up here and snuggle with me. Get cosy while you tell me the story.”

“We can’t!” Swiss said. “We need to move an’ show you things when we tell you!”

“T’ank ‘ou, though,” the new ghoul added quietly with a yawn. He regressed even smaller than Rain did, so he got tired the fastest out of all of them. Before he knew what was happening, Cumulus was scooping him up in a hug and holding him tight to her body. He made a tiny, quiet noise of surprise when she dragged him into her lap, but once he was settled, he felt so comfy and so warm that he didn’t want to leave. He could tell Cumulus things about the blocks while he was sitting in her lap if he needed to, but the warmth of her body heat was just so nice that his brain was getting a bit soupy.

The chatter of the three ghouls around him made him fall asleep very quickly, still snuggled up on Cumulus’ lap; his hands around her waist and his head buried in her chest, purring softly. He fell asleep so fast that Swiss and Rain didn’t even get up to the bit of the story he was supposed to tell before they looked over and found the quintessence ghoul sleeping peacefully in Cumulus’ comforting hold.

[tinieoreos]

😡 Grumpy Kacchan. ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)💢 ft. Caregiver!Izuku & Tiny!Katsuki

“Cmere Kacchan, I think you need some quiet time.” Izuku says with a small chuckle and holds his arms open with a smile.

Kacchan throws his crayon on the table with a huff as he gets up and shuffles over on his knees with a frown, his arms begrudgingly crossed against his chest until he stops right in front of Zuku, glaring at him menacingly.

Izuku waits patiently as he watches Kacchan slowly scoot over and let out a little whine, turning his head away and looking from his papa’s smiling face defiantly. Papa’s silly, little smile wont make him cave this time, nope.. nuh uh. He sneakily (not really..) peeks over to see if his caregiver moved an inch while he boldly flashes him a proud, little smirk that screams ‘Nope. Not doing what you want today, Zuku.’ to show him who’s boss and he notices that Zuku’s trying to hold in a laugh…

Feeling Utterly offended, his smirk drops into a frowny little pout and he lets out another annoyed whine at not getting the reaction he wanted. But before he could think of his next evil plan to get out of quiet time, he squeaks out a suprised noise when he’s pulled down into his caregiver’s arms.

“Fussy, fussy baby!” Izuku says between laughs and playfully scoops up his little one in his arms and tickles him all over, making his little pout disappear instantly and be replaced with little giggles instead. He blows little raspberries on his cheek to hear his baby laugh and smile, he loves his pretty baby so, so much.

After things have calmed down, Kacchan sits in his lap and clings to him koala style, burying his face in his papa’s neck and whining softly with a pout, his eyelids growing more heavy by the second as he clings to him. “‘m sleepy zuku..” he mumbles out quietly and relaxes against his chest as his eyes start to close. “Then sleep baby, I’ll be right here when you wake up, okay?” Izuku whispers and gently rubs little circles in his back to soothe him, gently rocking him to sleep.

Izuku can feel the grip on his sweatshirt slowly begin to loosen up and he cards his fingers through his little one’s hair, lightly scratching at his scalp to further relax him and he has to restrain everything in him not to laugh and end up shaking him awake at seeing his frown slowly disappear off his face and the corners of his mouth turning up into a happy, sleepy little smile.

My baby.. He smiles to himself and plants a kiss on his forehead and watches as he falls asleep in his arms, there’s no place he’d rather be than right here with his little one, Goodnight Kacchan.❤️

(God, this has been sitting in my drafts for so long, this was superr self indulgent and i wrote it when i was going through a tough time :’) so it means alot to meee,, meowmeow :3 )

[downinthehull]

Ficlet #4

"You're not trying to fall asleep again, are you?" Stede asks playfully, pushing the hair out of Ed's face.

Ed only lets out a soft grumble, still very tired. He had woken up not fifteen minutes ago, to Stede playing with his hair. It was nice, but it only served in making him even sleepier.

"C'mon my darling, it's time to get up."

He doesn't put up any sort of fight as Stede manages to position him upright, so he's facing the blond man.

Ed hasn't even fully opened his eyes yet. He's still hoping his co-captain will let him go back to sleep.

Stede takes Ed's heavy head in his hands, gently brushing his thumbs across the brunet's cheeks.

"What if I brush your hair?"

Ed cracks his eyes open at that, he loves when Stede brushes his hair. The other man is always so gentle. His head grows a bit fuzzy as he thinks about it. Though, he isn't sure if it's with sleep, or that other familiar fuzzy feeling.

He decides not to think too much about it.

Instead he lets out a small hum and rubs at his eyes, trying to rub the sleep from them.

"Let's get all these icky tangles out of your hair, shall we?" Stede questions softly, hairbrush somehow already in hand. "Do we want it up today, my love?"

Ed grumbles and shrugs in response, not really feeling like talking. He'd much rather let Stede decide for him.

Which Stede must understand, since the other man doesn't ask any more questions. He only pulls Ed closer, until the brunet's head is resting on his chest.

It's actually quite a good angle to brush his love's hair. Plus, Ed seems to like it as well.

Stede begins to hum a tune as he starts working on Ed's hair, randomly switching between singing lyrics and humming the melody.

He's already given up on keeping the other man awake. There was no point now. The gentle combing through his hair, coupled with the song Stede keeps repeating, there's no chance his already sleepy love would be able to stay awake much longer.

But that's alright. If Ed was tired, Stede would let him rest. He knows the man needs it.

The song seemed to be working as a lullaby, since it technically was. It's an older song that Stede can remember his own mother singing to him.

The blond continues brushing through Ed's long hair, careful to not tug too hard on any knots and making sure the entire interaction goes as smoothly as possible.

Once he's gotten rid of all the annoying tangles that accumulated during the night, he manages to find a ribbon close by.

He carefully ties Ed's hair up with the ribbon, tying it tight enough to keep his hair sorted, but not tight enough to be bothersome.

He places the brush aside and looks down at his co-captain. Ed (as predicted) is peacefully asleep. His eyes closed and his breath even.

Stede lets out a fond sigh and pulls the blanket over Ed.

He presses a quick kiss to the brunet's head and continues with his song.

It's a rather clear morning, the crew should be fine for a little while longer.

[tasteofdeathao3]

(idk if tumblr ate this ask or not?? pls feel free to ignore it if it makes you uncomfy!!) may I propose: izzy avoiding ed like the plague after he eventually accepts stede as a caregiver bc he doesn’t want ed to see him being vulnerable/weak until he has no other choice. misunderstandings & hurt/comfort ensues

I think Tumblr must've eaten this bc I didn't see it before! very sorry!

but yes! There's already a few regressors on board, and once Stede works out that Izzy is also one of those regressors, he's got his heart set on helping out Izzy.

It takes a while, and a lot of conversations with a very cranky Izzy, but eventually he lets Stede take care of him, learns to let his guard down around him and be vulnerable and weak - Stede tells him not to call it that, because 'feeling little doesn't mean you're weak, Israel, don't be mean to yourself'.

But Ed? He can't possibly see him like this. He can let Stede bathe him and change him and read to him and put him down for naps and swap out his knives for wax crayons and feed him weird yummy mush instead of his usual stale rations, but he just can't let Ed see him act so weak and scared, especially after years of being his ironfisted first mate.

Ed had taken care of him, years ago of course, but they'd just stopped one day and that was enough for Izzy. He's too old for this anyway, he can't be the ship's first mate while also being the captain's little nap-needing mush-eating baby boy. It's embarrassing, most of all, for someone as cool and smart and strong as Blackbeard to have to watch his own first mate play with bubbles in the bath.

Every time he slips around Stede, he's completely relaxed and happy until Ed comes in. The second his captain walks into the cabin he quickly flips his drawings over, pushes his crayons off the table, pulls himself to sit up properly instead of flopping and sliding all over the chair.

Ed, of course, notices every time.

Stede had told him when he first thought Izzy might regress, and he'd confirmed it, that they'd used to do that together all those years ago until Izzy had just stopped one day. Stede keeps him updated, because why wouldn't he tell his husband everything?

He wants to look after Izzy, desperately. Stede had described him as being so young, when he'd only felt like a little kid when he'd regressed around Ed all those years ago, told him in detail how cute he was when he was trying to speak around his knuckles in his mouth or with mashed fruit spread over his face.

But every time he goes near Izzy he just goes rigid, goes right from calm and relaxed to almost petrified, gets up and runs out of the room the second Stede doesn't have a hold on him.

It hurts. a lot.

He can't possibly understand why Izzy would avoid him, because now it's not just when he's small, but also when he's big, and now he doesn't know what he's done for his first mate and best friend to avoid him like the plague.

Stede tells him to just try and talk to him, but Izzy will do almost anything to stay several metres away from Ed at all times, it's completely pointless to even try talking to him at this point.

Ed, of course, is moping around everywhere because he thinks his best friend hates him and now he's bringing the whole ship down with his sad songs and laying face down in random places across the deck, but now Izzy is affected too, unable to regress fully because he's so afraid that Ed will pop out around the next corner and see him playing with Stede's yummy bubble bath or acting out stories with his carved wooden statues, and he just can't have that.

Eventually, after Ed refuses to corner big Izzy and just talk to him and Izzy starts crying every time the door to the cabin opens, Stede takes matters into his own hands.

He tucks Izzy up into his cot in his own room, since recently Izzy's been too on edge to sleep anywhere in the cabin - in the bunk, on the chaise, even in the auxiliary wardrobe - and sends Ed down to go have a chat with him.

He knocks on the door quietly and steps inside, closing and locking the door behind him, like Stede told him to, so that Izzy can't get up and run away again.

Izzy presses up against the wall of his cot, tugging the blankets up to his chin in an attempt to hide himself from Ed.

He sits down on the edge of the cot beside Izzy, wringing his hands, and begins reciting the speech Stede had help him practice.

'I don't understand why you're avoiding me', he says, voice cracking a bit, 'But I want- I want you to know that I'm not angry at you or ashamed or anything. I'm just feeling... sad. because I don't know why you don't want to be around me. I love you so much, Iz, I don't want you to leave me. I'm sorry for what I did, I don't want you to be scared of me. You're my best friend, I don't want to lose you.' By the end of it his eyes are wet, voice wobbly, and he's practically sobbing between words.

Izzy is watching him, both nervous because Ed's with him and he's small, but also because big strong cool Ed is sitting on his bed and his crying because he thinks Izzy doesn't like him anymore.

He reaches out to hold Ed's wrist and squeezes very tight, Ed turning to look at him with red eyes and quivering bottom lip.

'Sorry.' He whispers, his own eyes growing damp now. 'Love you too.' he chokes out, voice catching on a sob as he begins to cry in earnest.

'Oh, Iz,' Ed sighs, turning around to take Izzy up in a big hug.

Izzy eventually explains what he's been worried about, and even with his limited vocabulary, Ed manages to get an understanding of what's going on.

'I'll always love you,' he says, cuddling Izzy close to his chest. 'You'll always be my favourite person, my strong first mate and my smart talented best friend. I don't care, I don't care, I just want you to be happy, let me take care of you. Like we used to.'

Izzy nods, sniffling into Ed's collar bone.

'It'll be better now,' he says, kissing Izzy's hair, 'It'll be so good. Me and Stede both love you. We both need you, we both want to look after you,' he pulls Izzy away from his chest to look him in the eye, 'Will you let us?'

Izzy takes in a deep breath, letting Ed wipe his tears and snot away, and nods.

Stede finds them a good few hours later, unlocking the door with his stolen key and watching the pair sleep, cuddled up in Izzy's cot with Izzy pressed into Ed's chest and Ed wrapped up around him.

[littlerainyghoul]

Quick reminder my inbox is open for ficlet requests / any thoughts that need airing ~

anon is on for those who prefer. Mean stuff will be blocked <3

Just keep in mind that things might take a while because uni but i'll try best <3

[nekoma-not-lee]

Day 3 - Agere

Here is the lovely prompt list <3

CC!Sapnap/CC!Karl PLATONIC

I’m gonna need to tag 4 times today, so sorry @rxsahgrce for the spam >~< I’ll be posting these all at the same time so it all goes through at once, and like I said I’ve never written agere stuff before, so please let me know if I got something wrong and I’ll fix it. The last thing I want to do is write something incorrectly.

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“Sappy...?” Sapnap heard a small voice call from somewhere in the living room. He was in his recording room and as soon as he heard that nickname, he rushed to the living room. After all, Karl only really used that nickname when he was feeling small. He snuck up behind Karl and then scooped him up into his arms. He knew how much Karl loved when he was playful like that. Karl let out high pitched giggles as he was spun around in Sapnap’s arms. A few moments later, Karl was curled up in Sapnaps lap on the couch, while they watched Encanto. It was one of Karl’s comfort movies, and that didn’t change even when he was little. Then out of nowhere, Karl started giggling. Sapnap was confused, until he realized what was going on.

“Sahahahappehehehe! Ihihihit tihihihihihickles!” Karl giggled out, but of course they both knew he didn’t want it to stop. Sapnap had been mindlessly tracing shapes on Karl’s tummy, and eventually it started to tickle a lot. After the confirmation that he didn’t mind, he spidered all ten fingers on Karl’s tummy. The latter squealed and burst into loud, childlike laughter. “SAHAHAHAHAPPEHEHEHEHE! THAHAHAHAT’S MEHEHEHEHEAN!” Both the boys knew he didn’t mean it, he just liked to talk. Eventually Karl was tired out, and he fell asleep in Sapnap’s arms.

[curtsycream]

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When Sleep Won’t Come•!

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Farmer’s Market Crush !

Stranger Things

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No One Puts Lovey In A Corner !

Eddie Munson x Reader

But It’s Not Real+!

Support The Arts !

Beside You+!

Support the Arts 3*!

Steve Harrington x Reader

Split Ends !

Headcanons

COD

SoapGhostGaz x Reader

Frat*!

Platonic!TF141 x Reader

Their Daughter !

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson x Reader

Gallstone!Eddie*!

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Cottagecore Wife !

Blurbs

COD

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Tell Me About Your Day

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Video Call*!

Stranger Things

Robin Buckley x F!Reader

They Call It Love !

Eddie Munson x Reader

A Lesson in Good Girl Training*!

A Lesson in Answering Calls*!

A Lesson in Picnics*!

A Lesson in Bat Boyfriends !

A Lesson in Nails and Blowjobs*!

The Country Club*!

His Scene Girl !

Steve Harrington x Reader

Cockwarming*!

Haikyu

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The Way To My Heart…Oranges !

Rainy Days !

Marauders Era

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I Promise !

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Mama Bear•!

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[prncsslulu]

babbling at your carer, big eyes watching their every move while passionately talking about your favorite cartoons. your carer taking you into their arms to listen to you babble and giggling at how cute u r !!

[writerpey]

I don’t fully remember what my request was. /gen

I think it was a Turning Red request where Mei gets stressed and regresses to babyspace and Ming and Jin care for her

very sweet ficlet to write! I’ve never done a turning red agere fic nor disney in general, so this was a treat. pls enjoy! <3

One Happy Family - Regressor Mei Lee & Her Parents

Mei was feeling really small today. Her head felt all fuzzy since waking up all groggy in the morning before school, and she couldn’t shake it enough to do as well as she wanted on her math test. Miriam had rolled her eyes when Mei complained about it, Priya gave her a pat on the shoulder, and Abby, even while trying to comfort her, said something along the lines of “don’t tell your mom!”

It’s safe to say she was completely frazzled and tired by the time she came home, marching straight to her room and lying on her bed with Wilfred clutched tight to her chest. Jin wouldn’t be home until the evening, and Mei sniffled a little, wanting nothing more than to spend some time with her dad. Soon enough, there was a soft knock on her door and the handle was twisting, Ming coming in to check on the uncharacteristically quiet girl.

“Mei-Mei sweetie? What’s going on?” Ming asked gently, coming to sit on the edge of Mei’s bed, pressing her palm to her daughter’s forehead. “Are you feeling alright?”

Mei turned away from Ming, snuffling into Wilfred as she faced the wall. Ming frowned, softly running her hand through Mei’s fiery red hair. “Meilin. You need to use your words, honey. Did you change at school again?” Her voice was stern yet comforting at the same time, laced with concern as she thought about the possibility that Mei’s panda had made an appearance at school.

“Didn’t.” Came Mei’s short reply, tiny and wavering.

Ming immediately understood what was going on, and hushed Mei with a kiss to the top of her head. “Dad will be home soon, okay? We’ll get some food into you and watch a movie. How’s that sound?”

A small noise of affirmation left Mei’s lips, and suddenly she was crawling into her mother’s lap, Wilfred squished between them as she laid her head down on the elder’s shoulder.

“Okay, okay. Let’s get you settled.” Ming chuckled lightly, peeling a sniffly and nonverbal Mei from her shoulder, fluffing her pillows and moving some of her plushies to get the regressed girl comfortable.

As Mei squirmed into a comfy position, Ming pulled the covers up and placed another kiss on her head. “I’m proud of you, honey.” She murmured, taking Mei’s Tamagatchi from the bedside table and handing it to the girl, who took it and shook it with wide eyes instead of actually pressing the buttons.

With that, Ming let Mei have her space, keeping the bedroom door open so she could pass by every so often to check on her daughter, happily babbling to her stuffed animals and looking over to her 4Town posters plastered on her walls.

As soon as Jin came home, Ming greeted her husband with a kiss and explained to him that yes, their daughter was regressed again, and she most likely had a bad day today. Jin stepped into Mei’s room in a hurry, stopping and smiling tenderly as he watched her. A very tired Mei was drifting in and out of sleep, one of Wilfred’s little brown ears in her mouth.

“Hi, Mei-Mei.” He kneeled next to the bed and ran a finger along her puffy cheeks, rousing her from her slumber.

Mei blinked her eyes open and yawned widely, her face brightening as soon as she saw her dad. With a squeak of excitement she jumped out of bed and threw her arms around him, pointing eagerly to the bedroom door.

“I think Mei-Mei might be hungry. Am I right?” He chuckled and picked her up, heading to the kitchen where Ming was plating dinner.

“Hun’ry!” Mei proclaimed, wiggling in Jin’s arms and clumsily shifting in her chair as he sat her down at the table.

Dinner was a messy affair, half the liquid from Mei’s soup dumplings ending up on her shirt, but the baby was happy nonetheless. All of her worries from earlier in the day had faded with the time spent with her parents, small and joyous.

After eating, Ming led Mei back to her room to change into a fuzzy pair of pyjamas as Jin got the projector set up in the living room for a movie night.

Mei and Ming came back to the living room with the little on wobbly feet, Wilfred in one hand as she held onto Ming’s shirt for balance with the other. She practically collapsed into Jin’s lap on the couch with a giggle, squeezing in close next to him as Ming sat on her other side.

“What do you want to watch, Mei-Mei? Are you happy with a Disney movie?” Her dad asked, putting an arm around her and holding her close.

Mei clapped in agreement and let out a soft huff of contentment as the movie started playing. Halfway through, Ming left to make Mei a cup of warm angel milk, a little cinnamon, vanilla and sugar all mixed into her treasured sippy cup. The little took it from her mom gratefully, and as soon as she finished it she was asleep against Jin’s shoulder and her dad carefully picked her up.

Both parents tucked her into bed, the warm glow of the lamp in her room clicking off as they kissed her goodnight and Jin made sure Wilfred was secure in her arms and closed the door halfway. With smiles and Jin’s arm around his wife’s waist, the family was happy and more than content. Mei deserved all the love in the world, and they would always give it to her.

<3

[cutiecorner]

One word fic prompt: Store :)

this one turned out so cute, cg alfie and baby dami moment ToT

Damian kicked his legs gently in his seat. He was in the back of the car waiting for Alfred to come buckle him in. He was feeling particularly small today, small enough to agree to an outing to the store and a little treat without hesitation. He picked at the fuzzies on his soft winter overcoat, watching them dance in the wind as a chilly breeze crept in through the open door. Alfred futzed with a cumbersome amount of reusable grocery bags, Damian giggling at his struggle. He finally got them in the trunk and appeared at Damian’s side. Alfred straightened out his coat, looking at Damian’s amused face with faux offense.

“Are you giggling, young sir? At me? I’ll have you know those bags attacked me first,” Damian dissolved into a fit of more laughter as Alfred leaned into the car to buckle his seat.

“Ready to go, cherub?” Alfred asked, pecking him on the cheek. Damian nodded.

As Alfred drove he snuck glances through the rearview manor at his grandson. Damian’s thumb had made its way into his mouth again. He reached into the bag in the passenger seat and pulled out a pacifier.

“Damian, sweetheart, binky?”

Damian took the paci and popped it in his mouth, eyes fluttering shut with relaxation. Soon they were at their destination, the supermarket. Alfred opened the door for Damian and unbuckled his seat. Before he left the car, Alfred took the paci out of Damian’s mouth and put it in it’s carrying case. Damian pouted.

“The binky will be here when you get back, pup. Can you say ‘bye bye binky’?”

Damian waved at the case, “buh-bye,”

“Very good, big boy.”

Alfred took Damian’s hand and helped him out of the car. Before they entered the supermarket, they picked out a cart.

“Would you like to walk with me or ride in the cart?”

Damian put his hands on the cart, rustling it with a smile. Alfred got the message, picking him up with a ‘hup!’ and placing him in the cart.

“What is on our list?”

Damian produced the list from his pocket and unfolded it, pointing at the first item.

“Apples, understood.”

They rode around the store in quiet peace, Alfred piling various foods on Damian as he giggled. They soon reached the register.

“Would you like a lolly, Damian?”

There were always vegan lollipops by the register that had come to be Damian’s reward for coming out shopping. Damian reached for them, picking out a strawberry one.

“Excellent choice,” Alfred nodded.

Once the groceries were paid for and loaded into the car, Damian was deposited back in his seat. Alfred unwrapped the lollipop and gave it to his little one.

“Good trip, I’d say,” Alfred declared.

He looked in the rearview one more time. Damian didn’t need to answer, his smile was enough.

[everybodyshusband]

lazy morning

mushy may ; day twelve !! (approx. 1k words)

(1k words of self-indulgent fluff, featuring age-regressed little!rain and caregiver!swiss)

read under the cut or on ao3 :)

Rain emerges from his bedroom in the early morning, rubbing his eyes clumsily with hands that feel too big as he tries to shield himself against the light streaming in from the common room windows.

Swiss raises his head from the book he’s reading from and grins at Rain’s blurry outline—these new glasses work wonders for reading, not for much else. “Hey, baby. You’re up early.” He has his suspicions as to the direction this conversation will be taken, and they’re proven the moment Rain opens his mouth.

“Early,” Rain parrots as a complaint, scrunching his eyebrows in annoyance. He stumbles over to where Swiss is sitting—making sure his plushie is still clutched securely in his hands—and plonks himself along the couch, resting his head on the multi ghoul’s thigh.

Swiss’ hand moves to Rain’s head automatically, stroking his hair and scratching at his scalp. “You woke up too early, huh, Rainy?”

Rain nods, pouting. “Wanna go back to sleep,” he frowns, curling in on himself and hugging his stuffed toy close to his chest.

Swiss leans over Rain, placing his book down on the back of the couch. “You wanna try sleeping like this, little one? We can get you a blanket and everything, if you want.” Swiss’ fingers are still carding through Rain’s hair, and the gentle, circular rhythm is making the water ghoul sleepy; it’s nice.

“Just you. please?” Rain requests, looking up at Swiss from his position at the multi ghoul’s thigh with such baby puppy dog eyes that Swiss  is certain he would be sent back to the ninth circle if he denied Rain his request. “I have my, uhm– my…” He trails off, unsure of the word; he only ever has a few when he’s like this, and more often than not, his pronunciation is a little off as well.

“Your what, baby?” Swiss prompts gently. He knows Rain’s lost the word for now, but if he can get another descriptor out of the water ghoul he might be able to help Rain find it again.

Rain holds up his plushie—it’s a stegosaurus Cumulus gifted him a couple of months ago; when Rain is regressed, Swiss would be hard pressed to find him without the air ghoulette’s gift somewhere on his person or in a bag nearby. “This!”

“Ooh, that's a tricky word, baby. Well done for trying, little one!” Swiss leans down to press a quick kiss to Rain’s forehead. “There’s a few words we could use, ‘kay?” Swiss holds Rain’s hands in his own, dragging the water ghoul’s hands over the plush plates along the dinosaur’s spine. “We could call it a plushie or a stuffie, because it's a plush, stuffed toy. See?” Swiss guides Rain’s hands and encourages him to squeeze the dinosaur, feeling the softness of the toy. “Oh, plush means soft and squishy, Rainy,” Swiss explains patiently at Rain’s confused look. “Do those words make more sense to your little brain?”

Rain nods along happily. At any other time, Swiss’ words would seem infuriatingly patronising, but right now, it’s exactly what Rain wants—what he needs—and he loves it. Swiss is his safe place when he’s like this; wherever the multi ghoul is can be deemed safe, if only thanks to his comforting aura and general ability to make Rain feel at home.

“What’s…” Rain wonders. “What’s th’other word?”

“The other word? Well, it’s also in the shape of a dinosaur.” Swiss grins as he sees Rain’s eyes light up. “You know all about those, little tadpole, I know you do. But do you know what kind of dinosaur this is?”

Rain shakes his head sadly, and swipes at the tears brimming in his eyes. “I– I don’t know a’ th’moment. ‘M sorry, Swissy…”

“Hey, hey, no apologies, baby,” Swiss consoles. “We’re here to have fun, yeah? You don’t have to remember everything right now, okay? It’s okay, Rainy.”

There’s a shaky few breaths, followed by a big sniffle, and when Swiss looks down again, Rain is wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “It– it’s… ‘s okay,” Rain repeats, over and over again until his voice starts to sound stronger, more sure of his little self, Swiss thinks.

The multi ghoul keeps stroking his fingers through Rain’s hair and whispering soft and comforting words to him until he calms down enough for Swiss to begin talking again. “You ready now, little one? Yeah? Okay, well, we could also call it a stegosaurus. Mhmm, it is a funny word, isn’t it!”

Rain repeats the dinosaur’s name, trying to wrap his tongue around the words. He mispronounces it horribly, and Swiss can’t help but feel overjoyed at how adorable Rain can get when he’s little. But as much as he loves chatting with Rain…

“How ‘bout we get you off to sleep, baby? You still look a little tired…”

“Can we… lazy morning?” Rain suggests, his eyes big and hopeful. “I wanna couch w’you, Swissy…”

Swiss chuckles, unable to contain the happiness he’s experiencing at being able to witness Rain like this—and in a relatively good mood, too. “You wanna keep sitting on the couch with me for a bit? Yeah, Rainy, we can do that.”

Rain hums happily and nuzzles his face further against Swiss’ thigh, wrapping his arms around the multi ghoul’s waist to the best of his ability.

Swiss just sighs good-naturedly and wraps his own arms around Rain. “Go on, baby. You go to sleep, I might– Uuah.” He interrupted his own sentence with a wide yawn. “I might fall asleep with you, actually. We can start our own little mini cuddle pile, and cuddle the day away. How’s that sound, hmm?”

“Mmm, sounds… sounds, uhm…”

“Take your time, Rainy,” Swiss assured him. “We’ve got all the time in the world, baby.”

“‘t sounds… perfect!” The water ghoul giggled and clapped his hands together, excited that he’d managed to remember a larger word.

Swiss gasps and shakes Rain gently in excitement. “Rainy! That was such a good word, well done, tadpole!” Now, c’mon. Off to sleep for a bit, yeah? We’ll have a bit of a lazy morning for a while.”

[shhtickerbook]

Workin on a wonka agere fic request and I literally said they were gonna be ficlets. It is not 😭😭 I can’t help myself it has to be loooonnggg.

[pipscotch]

Agere regressed barnaby and CG howdy??

Yay! My first Ask, Since there wasn't really any prompt on weather you wanted a Ficlet, Art, Or Headcanons I'm gonna do all 3!

Caregiver Howdy & Little Barnaby!

-He's very much the singer type, he'll sing Barnaby old show tunes to calm him down if he's ever fussy

-Barnaby Regresses around 2-6, He's an energetic little but a very sleepy puppy

-Howdy has a special room in his Bodega that is decked out with everything you'd need to take care of a puppy! From chew rings to squeaky stuffed animals

-Very teethy pup, he bites a lot especially on textures he likes which happens to include Howdy's fuzz! He says it tickle his mouth and it makes him laugh!

-Howdy spoils Barnaby, kisses, snacks and toys! He finds it so precious when his eyes light up at a new toy or a sweet treat!

-Barnaby is very energetic as a little, so much so that Howdy often has to keep a Backpack leash on him when they go out, Barnaby's favorite backpack is a blue's Clues themes bag!

Fussy Puppy!

`Seems Like Barnaby Isn't having a good day`

From waking up to where he was now, Barnaby was definitely not having any sort of a good day. At first it was just the usually fuzziness and inability to focus but it soon progressed as more and more went wrong that day. He couldn't get a trick he'd been working on right, his ball ended up popping, and worst of all he had lost his hat thanks to the wind. Everything was just wrong, all wrong and he wanted it all to stop! The Final straw was during a fun game of catch with his best friend Wally, they where having fun great fun and it was a nice break from everything that happened. That was till Barnaby ended up tripping over a rock while running and landing square in a big muddy puddle, the ball that had been thrown bonking him on the head as a final good riddance.

Barnaby lifted himself from the puddle, barely holding it together. He quickly brushed passed Wally and any of his attempts in consonance, he knew if he stopped now that he wouldn't be able to get to the person who could make all of this better. He quickly B-lined it to Howdy's place, thankfully, Howdy's Bodega wasn't very busy today so he wouldn't have to worry about him being too busy. Not that it would matter since he knows he'd drop everything to help him, he just didn't like doing that while he was very busy. The familiar jingle of the bell that Howdy kept over his door rang out, seemed he was stocking things by his lack of an immediate response. "Howdy Hey! Welcome in, We are currently out of My famous Jams so you'll have to... come back tomorrow? ....Barnaby?".

Howdy had walked over as soon as he heard the bell, ringing a rag around his hands to clean them off from what ever he had been doing prior. Barnaby stood there on the verge of tears, gripping at the edge of his vest, his fur a mess and caked with mud. Howdy looked on in concern, quickly discarding the rag to console the hurt pup. "Hey, Hey, Hey there my little Doodle Dot, Now what in heavens went and happened to you?". Seems that question was what broke the floodgates, tears stream down Barnaby's face as he began to absently babble and whine about the day's wrongness. Howdy let Barnaby talk, while he lead him to a bathroom in the upper part of the building and began to draw a bath for the dirty pup

Barnaby took a seat next to Howdy and leant on his legs, he placed the thumb of his paw into his mouth, his eyes lidded. Guess the crying really tuckered the pup out so Howdy was going to have to be quick with this bath. Howdy Pulled Barnaby up for a second, much to his protest, so he could remove the dirtied vest and tie to be washed later. He guided Barnaby into the bath and sat him down, Normally Barnaby would be splashing and having fun with the water and bubbles, but it really just seemed like the day took its toll on him. "Oh my, why this is no good is it? Day really bit you in the butt?" Howdy said while running his fingers through Barnaby's fur with blueberry shampoo to make sure he was all nice and clean.

Barnaby's head nodded forward, his eyes closing momentarily. Howdy took notice to this and hurried up with scrubbing away all the dirt from his fall. Howdy drained the tub and helped Barnaby out and into a towel, he lead the sleepy puppy into his special room and sat him down on a small mat so Howdy could blow dry him to make sure he dosen't develop any sores or rashes. All dried and suited up onto a nice blue's clues onesie, Howdy cradled Barnaby in his arms and gently rocked him back and fourth, The soft and dulcet symphonies of the song "Living in the sunlight" filled the dimed room. Quickly pulling Barnaby into a sweet sleep.

"Let's try again in the morning Doodle Dot"