#agere fics

[kitty-agere-fics]

Sleepover

Request Info - - - - Masterlist CG!JJ, Big Brother!Little!Spencer Reid, Little!Reader [I don't think there's any tw, but if there are let me know and I'll edit :-)]

It was late at night when you woke up. You looked around the room, trying to remember where you were. This isn't your room. You frown as you glance around the room, finally realizing that you were in the playroom. You and Spencer had had a little "sleepover" of sorts, and had stayed up late watching movies in the playroom. While your sleepy, half-awake brain tries to process this, a train can be heard in the distance. Being tired, it seemed even louder than it should to you. You whimper softly and start to cry, feeling yourself regress even further than you already were. You're whimpers were loud enough to wake up Spencer.

"Y/N? Sibby, okay," he asks worriedly, wrappin, his arms around you.

You shake your head, tears falling and you babble softly. "No, don't cry! No cry! It's okay!" Spencer gets up and grabs a pacifier, putting it in your mouth before hugging you tightly again. "What happen? What wrong?"

You look at him and think for a moment. You babble softly around your pacifier and tap your ears.

Spencer frowns, "It just a noise. Mommy say the noises can't hurt us," he pauses, thinking, "Want me get Mommy for you?"

You shake your head slightly, letting your brother hug you and comfort you.

The two of you sit in silence for a couple of minutes. Then, another train horn can be heard. You quickly cover your ears, whimpering again.

"Train too loud?" he asks.

You nod and start to babble again as you whimper.

Spencer tilts his head slightly, trying to think of something to calm you down. His eyes light up and he runs out of the room.

He comes back a couple of minutes later carrying a big blanket from the couch in both hands. He wraps it around both of you and cuddles you. It doesn't take long for the both of you to fall asleep again. However, it doesn't last long. JJ had woken up hearing the door to the playroom opening. When nearly an hour had passed and it hadn't closed, JJ got a little bit concerned.

She quietly gets up and goes into the playroom. She uses her phone as a flashlight, shining it around the room to make sure nothing was amiss. She smiles when she sees the two of you cuddled up under the blanket and quietly takes a picture. JJ goes over to where you and Spencer are sleeping on the floor and gently shakes the two of you awake. "Hey, Spence, Y/N, wake up for Mommy please."

You both slowly wake up, making soft noises. You reach out to JJ for a hug. She sits on the floor in front of you two and pulls you onto her lap.

"Mommy? Why you in here? Not morning yet." Spencer mumbles.

"I know, Kiddo. I heard one of you come out and never heard the door close, so I wanted to make sure you two were okay.

Spencer laughs softly, "Oops. Forgot to close the door. Sorry, Mommy."

"it's okay, Kiddo. But, are you two okay," she asks, wanting to make sure.

You nod and nuzzle into JJ's shoulder. You feel a lot calmer than earlier already and just want to go back to sleep.

"Sibby got scared 'cause of a train! But I helped them and I think they okay now."

"That's good. Good job helping your little sibling, Kiddo. Go back to sleep, okay?"

Spencer nods, "Night night, Mommy. Love you!"

"I love you, too, Kiddo." JJ kisses Spencer on top of his head before setting you back down next to him. "You, too, Baby, go back to sleep." You kiss her on the cheek with your paci still in your mouth. JJ laughs, and kisses you on top of the head as well. "I love you too Baby, now sleep, okay?"

[uravitationalpull]

hey all! so you know how there's like inktober and like a thousand more october drawing/writing/crafting/etc challenges? well, i couldn't find any agere ones! so, i made my own ageretober! :) i wanted to share it in case anyone wanted to do these prompts with me so here you go!

the list is also under the cut! happy writing!

Pumpkins

Fireplace

Decorating

Blackout

Injured

Scary movies

Stimming

Magic

Skeleton

Leaves

Comfy

Ghost

Bedtime

Pranks

Spiders

Sick

Spice

Vampire

Uh-Oh!

Candy

Family

Angel/Demon

Potion

Hungry

Werewolf

Sweater

Rainy day

Pet names

Nightlight

Bite

Halloween

[sfwregressionfanfictions]

Growing pain: Johanna Mason x little reader

Summary: Johanna and (Y/N) find ways to live after the pain.

Wc: 4k

Tw: hunger games details, mentions of death and gore. Less that The Hunger Games , but more that the average agree fic.

I feel like I’ve lost control of everything since the games ended and the rebellion succeeded. After years of torture, it was over but I wasn’t over it. Mentally I was never free. I feel it lurking around every corner, in my brain and physically.

I see the faces of the people I killed in the arena and for the rebellion. I see the faces of those I lost: Finnick, bogs and so many others. I see the torture I endured in the capital and in my district. I cannot sleep due to this haunting.

I’m lucky enough not to be alone. After the rebellion won the therapist said both Johanna and I should not live alone. We both quickly decided we tolerate each other well enough, so we would rather live together than have a “babysitter”. We still have mandatory therapy appointments but most are done on the phone.

Johanna was loud and harsh a majority of the time, she seemed to have calmed down slightly since our freedom was established. She was outspoken still but she was honest and genuine. She always tried her best to calm me during my episodes, she has improved her ability to empathize but still struggles.

She says I help ground her too. I never feel like I do, but I suppose I can’t determine how she feels. She sometimes talks about how we met, she talks about how she saw me during my games while she was the mentor, and she discusses the past and who we were. Johanna has grown nostalgic, talking about the innocence in my eyes during my first interview. It’s hard to remember. I’m only 21 now, but it’s hard to remember when I was a child or when I had a childhood.

Even before the games, I fought to survive and help my family survive. I trapped animals by the fences and worked for anyone willing to pay. And not to talk about the horrors from after my first game.

Now we live in a house on the edge of the woods in district 7. Johanna has started building a log cabin farther into the woods, as she has wanted to do for a long time, it’s part of her therapy I think. I meet with my therapist meets with me every Saturday morning, and so far she’s said I’ve made no improvements.

She wants to actually meet in person this weekend so we can try a new method. I agreed, only because I knew Johanna would be in the woods. She would probably stay close enough to hear me if I scream, she’s always nervous to leave me with strangers.

Johanna had left early for the woods, claiming she wanted to get a lot of work done. My therapist showed up with a large bag over her shoulder. She made herself comfortable in Johanna and my living room. She accepts my offer of water, rejecting coffee or tea.

“So how have you been sleeping?” She asks, as soon as I sit across from her.

“Umm… The usual amount… I guess maybe a little more…” I reply shyly. I hated that question.

“That’s good that you are increasing your sleep, even just a little. That’s a huge step for you!” She said, she was sincere, but I always feel like she’s being sarcastic. “What about nightmares?”

“No change,” I said almost too fast. It’s not that there was an increase in number, it was an increase in severity.

“Okay, now I was hoping you would be willing to talk about what you were like before the games?” The therapist asked.

“God it’s been so long, I guess I was a normal child? I mean I had a family, I went to school, worked. I was the average kid in my district.” I reply.

“So what I’m hearing is you never really had time for those key parts of being a kid?” The therapist asked, “Did you feel like your needs were being met in all capacities?”

“Yeah! My family gave me the best life they could!” I yell, I felt like she was spitting on the efforts and the fight they put into providing the life I had.

“I didn’t mean to offend you, I simply meant compared to that of perhaps a capital child!” The therapist explained, “the reason I brought it up is so I could be positive that this therapy had a chance to be helpful.”

“What is this therapy?” I said reserved again.

“So it’s called age regression. It is a coping/therapeutic method that helps you reconnect to your inner child, to a point where you were safe and felt loved.” The therapist explained, “what it is, is you revert to a childlike mental state where you will have a chance to engage with like like you are that age.”

I grumble, almost embarrassed that this is even a suggestion. I think about how Johanna’s therapist told her to build the house she wanted and acknowledge the way she feels. AND I GET TURNED INTO A BABY?

“You don’t seem thrilled by the idea, however, I would really like you to give it a genuine try.” The therapist said, “I won’t ask you to attempt in front of me as I know you aren’t ready for that yet. But I would also like you to reflect if there was any time you might have accidentally or unintentionally regressed okay?”

“Yeah, I guess I can try to do that.” I signed.

“Okay, I will leave you with this bag of different items that might help you regress. And how about we call next week and meet in person the time after that?” She asked.

“Yeah, that will work for me,” I said staring at the bag as if it could come alive at any point.

She was quick to leave after that. Once I was alone, I picked up the bag. However, the door goes flying open, and in comes Johanna. She tried to play it cool, but it was obvious she wanted to make sure I was okay.

“What’s in the bag?” Johanna immediately asked, pointing her ax at it.

“Apparently stuff for a new type of therapy…” I gave up the information.

“Yeah? Morphling? That’s some good stuff to help you forget the pain.” She jabs at herself, she had an intense addiction after she was held in the capital.

“Umm… no… I don’t know exactly what is in it…” I didn’t lie, I technically didn’t know exactly what was in the bag.

“Okay,” She raised her hands as a surrender, “I have to get back to work, but I’ll be back before dinner tonight.”

“Okay, be safe,” I reply.

“Obviously, got a lot to do still!” She replied.

With Johanna gone, I brought the bag to my room. I closed to door and immediately started going through the bag. I was almost embarrassed to say that I was excited, it felt like I was getting lots of gifts.

On the top of the bag, I pulled out fake stuffed animals, a bunny, and a bear. I giggled lightly thinking of how Jo and I presented, the stuffed animals looked like us. I was fast and jumpy during my games, like a bunny. Johanna was strong and sturdy with her axe during her games, like a bear.

I go into the bag again and find a few types of dolls. Then I pull out diapers, I yelp at this. I placed the diapers very far away, I wasn’t willing to try that! I grab another item quickly to avoid lingering on the diapers. The item I pull out is a storybook. It was a picture book, it looked like something I would have enjoyed as a kid.

I dove into the bag again, this time pulling out a coloring book. I could do that and not feel too embarrassed. I continued pulling stuff from the bags, primarily toys, pacifiers, and teethers.

With everything laid out, I decided that I was willing to try the coloring books and teethers/paci tonight. The stuffed animals somehow already made themselves at home on my bed. I guess I should put on something comfortable and try what the therapist said.

Once cozy, I lay on the floor and begin looking through the coloring book. I settle on a picture of a Pegasus with butterflies. I begin coloring the picture, I start on the butterflies, coloring the wings a burnt orange. I was cautious of the edges.

Soon enough, I was done coloring the butterflies and I am feeling slightly fuzzy in the head. It was odd, it felt like when I would go to the parties in the capital and would drink the strange bubbly drinks, that always made me giggly. I was giggly now too. I notice I am not holding the crayon correctly anymore. I am gripping it in my fist, and rubbing it against the page.

I feel light, almost weightless. It is nice to feel so carefree, I am childlike again. I feel like when I was 7. I dive back into coloring, one page turns into two turns into a handful. My drawing begins to ignore the lines and I pick the most fun colors rather than the ones that would work together the best. I start sprawling on the floor, rubbing my eyes with my balled-up fist, and haphazardly swiping my hair out of my face with no grace.

I suppose it must have been a while since I began my session. Because it grew dark in my room, as the light from the window faded out of view. I whimper at the change in light, I feel silly being scared of the dark but I was so small. Smaller than when I was 7, I wanted Johanna. I always felt safe with her. However, I couldn’t let her see me like this. I felt embarrassed that this made me feel better, I should be able to deal with it like every other victor. But here I am sprawled on the ground giggling at the pictures I color, as my thumb migrates toward my mouth. Just as it passes my lips, the slamming of a door startles me. Johanna always was rough on the doors after a long day.

“(Y/N)?” She yelled out from the living room. I freeze, think big thoughts, think big thoughts I repeat to myself.

“Yes?” I yell back, I sounded wrong. I move to get up and go to the door, hoping she wasn’t set on coming into my room as there was no time to get everything hidden before she comes in. I was lucky enough to slip out before she made it to my door. I smile at the sight of her sweaty frame, she had been working hard on the cabin. Seeing her like this was always slightly domestic, she had a slight smile and her axe was left at the door.

“What have you been up to, birdie?” Johanna asked, she called me that as the first time we met, I squawked like a bird. I did not mean to she startled me and now she wouldn’t let me live it down.

“I was doing something that the doc wanted me to do…” I reply shyly, It was scary to talk about treatment. Johanna would want to know, making a comment about ‘supporting’ each other. She acted like it was important to us, but I think she just likes being nosy. “I meant to make dinner, but I go distracted…”

“You sound off, weird almost,” Johanna said bluntly, she didn’t mean it in an offensive way she just spoke like that. “How about we cook up some soup now? We got that rice from district 11 that you liked, we can try to make the rice soup seeder made that one time.”

She always seems to remember the small things that I liked. Last week, she decided to visit Finnick (He was alive but had some nasty scars from the muttations.), and came back with a Tupperware of the same dessert Annie made for her baby shower. I mentioned once that I wish I had the recipe so I could remake it, but I knew it was an important family recipe for Annie so I didn't pry.

“I would like that…” I reply, I sounded small and innocent still like a child. Johanna said nothing this time, I suppose she didn’t care enough to point out that fact.

“Start filling that pot up with water, I’m gonna clean up a little,” Johanna says walking to the bathroom, Johanna has gotten better with showers and water in general. She doesn’t freak out about water she knows is going to touch her, but surprise water still gets to her. Puddles, rain, and any splashes.

Once the pot is filled up, Johanna is out of the shower. She is dressed in a tank top and sweatpants. She looks so pretty.

“All filled up, what is the next step chef?” I asked my voice almost back to normal. I still felt slightly fuzzy in my head.

“You are gonna chop up some broccoli, and I am going to make the base and rice.” She said she was always good at delegating work.

With that, she’s pulling goods out of the pantry and fridge, and I am getting the knife and cutting block. By the time I get the large block of wood, I am pretty sure Johanna made it. If I was being honest, using a knife made me nervous still. I would start to shake and think back to my game.

I stood there staring at the board that had broccoli sitting on it, the knife in my hand. I didn’t mean to space out at this scene. I must have stood there too long, not moving. I felt a hand wrap around mine, as I hold the knife. My head whipped around only to see Johanna’s pity-filled smile.

“It’s just broccoli,” Johanna said, it was blunt. It was meant to be soothing though, it worked better on me than it would on others. Johanna did the leg work of cutting up on veggies while I just leaned back into her sturdy frame.

Johanna was always overly gentle with me, even when she was rough on me it did not compare to the roughness she had towards others. When she had flashbacks or breaks, she never hurt me. She would scream and cry, trying to get me away, but would never hurt me. When we first moved back to district 7, she would rarely shower due to her fear of it, however, I slowly got her to shower. I would stand in the way of the water and she would let the mist that bounced off me hit her. It took a while but she eventually got to a point where she was comfortable showering alone.

“You know you can tell me what your head doctor said to you right?” Johanna asked, before following it up, “Or I could call her and have her tell me…”

“I feel like that would be breaking a rule,” I giggled at her. We placed the knife down as we finished cutting the vegetables.

“Then tell me, little bird,” Johanna said, as she poked at my sides. I felt my face go red and my eyes water a bit.

“You will make fun of me, and then leave me here alone,” I reply looking down at my hands.

“Now, does that sound like something I would do?” She asked as she dumped the vegetables into the soup and left it to simmer. “What if I told you something that my head doctor told me to do that I don’t like?”

I stood there, ‘would I trade a secret for a secret?’. I nod as I pull myself onto the counter to sit.

“My doctor says it's important that I start connecting with more people and try to connect on a different level…” Johanna all but groaned out.

“Like date someone?” I squeak back.

“I suppose, something about taking care of someone I connect with and care about… blah blah blah. Like I pay attention to that.” Johanna huffed, her eyes bearing into mine as to say she wanted to say more, to be vulnerable but wasn’t able to form the words.

“Do you not want to ever have that? Someone that loves you as you love them?” I ask quickly, I was never good at hiding my feelings. I always had an affection for her, although I tried to break it. As Johanna would always refuse to love another person after what happened to her.

“I…” She starts and trails off as she stares into my doe eyes. She bit the inside of my cheeks as her eyes flicker to my lips. “Stop trying to stall, tell me what your stupid head doctor said.

I stare at her for a second before reaching my pinky out and asking her if she would still stay with me no matter what. She connected our fingers with a small scuff at my antics. I soon spoke, “So she said before we could deal with the trauma from the games and the umm… you know afterward. I have to address the trauma I have from my childhood…”

“What the f*** does that even mean?” Johanna says, getting angry that the doctor wasn’t just fixing me. I appreciate that she cares this much, but she was being loud and aggressive about it and it startled me.

“She wants me to create a safe childhood for myself…” I am still picking at my nails but I am hyper aware of her shifting next to me.

“What?” She was confused, I could almost hear the cogs turning in her hair.

“She ummm… she wants me to regress…” I finally say, Johanna still didn’t understand but she faked a smile.

“Well, do you think it will fix the screws that are loose?” She asked, it was all she could, she didn’t know anything about it. All I could do was shrug before turning my attention to getting bowls and spoons.

Johanna did not push the topic anymore, at dinner she talked about how the cabin was coming along. She said that I was going to get to decorate it, she would make any furniture I wanted. It was her way of sharing what mattered to her. Her love language

I told her the following day I was going to go into the market to get groceries and asked if there was anything she needed. She said no like always, she always wanted to be the provider. I only smiled and nodded before resuming eating my soup.

The evening was like any other, Johanna and I sat on the couch. She is reading a book about an adventure that takes place far away from here. I sat close to her, writing a grocery list. My head eventually makes its way to her lap. Her hand finds its way to my head, playing with strands, almost petting me. Johanna and I fell asleep like this, I was the first to fall asleep obviously.

This happens a lot, usually when this happens Johanna will either carry me to bed or if she is tired also she will simply wiggle in. She tries to wake up before me so I dont catch her being soft but sometimes I get lucky. I was not lucky that morning, she was gone by the time I woke up. She was most likely in the woods again or perhaps she went to speak with the lady down the street to get a new ax head made.

I did not fret over her whereabouts, she was strong and reliable. I was quick getting ready, I loved days at the market. Now that people are able to enjoy life, the market was light and airy. Kids played and danced, there was always music playing and the shopkeepers were always throwing extra into my bag, as I was a ‘leader’ in the rebellion. I always refused the gifts, I was never a leader, simply a survivor.

Today I stopped by a small flower stand, I always pause to look at them. I could never get myself to buy them, I feel like a capital citizen using money on lavish goods when people could be starving. I am aware the war is over and the likelihood of starvation is low with the new leadership.

I was in the market for about two hours before deciding to walk back to victors village. I took what was considered the long way back, and it only took an additional 5 minutes. However, I enjoyed the extra 5 minutes of birds singing and trees so tall I couldn’t see the top.

When I returned, I opened the door to find Johanna on the couch reading a book. ‘Must have decided to have a short day,’ I think as I drop the groceries in the kitchen before walking over to see how she was. Once I walk back into the living room, I see the title of the book she was reading. I freeze, “Age regression: explanations and tips”. There were other books all similarly themed.

“What are you doing?” I ask nervously. I nibbled on my lip to keep from attempting to remain grounded.

“Reading.” She said dryly, flipping the page. She was obviously enthralled by the book. She had tabs sticking out of it and a pen in her lap.

“You don't have to read that, you can act like nothing is happening!” I meekly reply. I want to cry from embarrassment, how could I be doing this nonchalantly. This is embarrassing.

“Why would I do that? That is stupid.” She didn’t spare a glance away from the book, “Do you need help with the groceries?”

“Umm… No, I can do it. You don’t have to worry about it.” I sputtered out as she finally glanced away from the page she was on, placing a bookmark in it and stood up.

“Too late, you are stuck with my help.” Johanna grunted walking past me to the kitchen.

I follow behind, looking lost. All I could really think of was ‘why?’. Why would Johanna go out of her way to do this for me? Why did it seem she was enjoying my suffering?

“Ohhh, you got the stuff for the meal we had when Katniss visited! It was tasty. When are we making it?” She asked, snapping me out of my mental tirade.

“We can make it whenever, there isn't a specific day I was planning to make it.” I reply, grabbing the bag that held the fruits I bought us.

“Cool, cool. You should read some of the books I got, they are really informative.” She said, watching me like she did during the 75th hunger games. Cautiously, ready to save me from an unseen force.

“Why did you get them?” I ask, staring at the apples I placed in our fridge.

“Well we are gonna be living together for a while so I thought I should at least know a little of what was going on in that head…” Johanna trailed off, an unsureness settling over us.

We let the silence fill the room until she lets out a forced cough. I popped my head up from were I was squatting, still holding the food I meant to put away. She spoke, “So I read that usually regressors have a caregiver, did your doc say anything about getting one?”

I shook my head, not knowing exactly what it was. I did understand she seemed bitter about it. She seemed glad to know I wasn’t planning to get one, she was rather territorial.

“Okay, for now perhaps, I could take on that role? Then my shrink is happy and I know that you are safe.” She suggests.

“Okay, I suppose that’s okay. I don’t know what that means though.” I said.

“I will teach you”

[agerefandom]

20 Alternate Universe Regression Writing Prompts

1. Ghost AU: Regressor!character moves into a haunted house and experiences a lot of strange things, and ends up regressing one night (related to the haunting or not), and the ghost starts taking care of them, and they end up being friends 

2. Vampire AU (version A): Regressor!character is rescued from a bad situation by a friendly vampire and brought to their castle (or apartment for a modern vampire AU). They regress from the stress and the vampire takes care of them, and then wants to keep them and take care of them... forever. 

3. Vampire AU (version B): The vampire has been the same age for so long... they just want a break from the constant stress. One of their companions (human or vampire) offers them a safe space to regress. 

4. Teacher AU: Regressor!character slips in class and their teacher notices and quietly makes sure they’re okay, and then bit by bit starts getting a little bit too involved and ends up scooping the student out of a bad home life and taking care of them

5. Monster Under The Bed AU: Regressor!character is scared of the monster under the bed, but it turns out that it just wants to be friends 

6. De-Aged AU (version A): Regressor!character is physically deaged and is overjoyed to have a full day of being visibly young, and decides to pretend they’re completely deaged (physically and mentally), but another character catches on that they’re really a regressor 

7. De-Aged AU (version B): Caregiver!character gets fully de-aged and the regressor!character has to take care of their caregiver and it’s very hard and complicated 

8. Apocalypse AU (version A): Caregiver!character and regressor!character are making their way across the apocalyptic landscape to a place they hope will be safe, and they collect little things for regressor!character along the way

9. Apocalypse AU (version B): Regressor!character finds another survivor who’s very regressed and very scared and brings them to caregiver!character 

10: Mermaid AU: Regressor!character is by the ocean when they meet a mermaid who makes friends with them, and they slowly learn how to communicate despite a language barrier 

11. Hospital AU: Regressor!character is having a terrible time in the hospital, and either a nurse or a fellow patient steps in to take care of them and ends up bonding with them 

12. Serial Killer AU: unstoppable murder duo of caregiver!character and regressor!character, on the road and committing crimes: caregiver sets them up and lets the regressor have a little fun with the murder 

13. Regressors Are Known (version A): Regressor!character is at a long-term daycare for regressors that doubles as an adoption service for regressors who want to find a caregiver, and caregiver!character comes to visit the regressors 

14. Regressors Are Known (version B): The doctor recommends that regressor!character looks into getting a caregiver so they’re not on their own all the time, and they have to start looking online for a caregiver and it’s hard... until they meet someone who seems perfect 

15. Soulmate AU: acearo!character is very confused by their soulmark but it turns out that the mark is for a regressor/caregiver relationship and they meet their other half and it’s very nice, actually! 

16. Omegaverse AU: Regressor!character is having a bad day and hiding in a side-room but caregiver!character follows the scent of a distressed child to them and gets very confused, but steps in to comfort them

17. Bookstore AU: regressor!character is always coming in to buy children’s books and the store employee starts helping them choose them, and they become friends, but when will the employee figure out that the regressor isn’t buying the kid’s books for someone else? 

18. Imaginary Friend AU: When they were a biokid, regressor!character had an imaginary friend... now that a traumatic incident makes them regress more often, they find that imaginary friend on their mind more often. Little do they know that the imaginary friend was actually (their guardian angel, a fae, a ghost, etc.) and they’re back to spend more time with the regressor!character 

19. Roommate AU: Regressor!character is doing their best to keep their regression gear hidden from their roommate, but one day they think their roommate will be at work, and the roommate come home early and catches them regressing! 

20: Mental Bond AU: Regressor!character is forced into a mental bond with another character, and is very upset because no one knows they’re a regressor, but the bonded character is very understanding and takes care of them 

[wilmaslittleflower]

someone to you

notes; hi hi! So, here’s some cg!professor!wilbur!!! I hope you like! Request are open!

warnings; um- fluff! Regressing in class, soft Wilbur, if I missed anything please tell me!

edited; a little

wc; 800 (it’s short)

taglist; @koithelittle @littlesakura-anon @littlesoot @wilburstamagotchi @burgundy-baby @eyluvu @tinysharkzz (wanna be added? Send an ask or dm!)

it all happened to quickly. One moment you were sitting down, writing notes that Wilbur explained and showed the whole class. And then the next, you were looking around with gloss covered eyes as you took in your settings. You didn’t know what was going on, but all you knew was that the you wanted Wil.

His giggle cut through your thoughts as a student made a joke about the notes, Wilbur agreeing with them yet continuing. You quickly shoved down the urge to giggle with him, and instead curled in on yourself and continued to listen to his voice. You brought your thumb to your mouth and gently put a bit in so it looks like you were chewing your nails, yet enough so you could suck on it.

Wil saw this. He saw how you brought your knees up to your chest and hugged your body closer together. Saw your expression on your face as you looked at him. Your thumb up to your lips and headphones on. He knew from that alone you had regressed and that’s what made him end his lecture early.

“Ok, that’s it for today! We’ll finish this section off on Friday. Have a good rest of your day everyone, y/n can you stay back for me?” The sound of your name being said so softly throughout the room, made your fuzzy mind clear as you perked up. He was smiling at you as you put your stuff back and made your way down to him.

Setting your bag down by his desk as he locked his classroom door, having a good time gap until his next class and you not having anything else that day. When he turned around, he walked over to you with his arms open, inviting you into them. Giggling, you ran up to him and jumped into his arms, Wilbur easily picking you up and carrying you into his office.

“Hi baby.” Wilbur whispered to you as you nuzzles your head into his neck, just wanting to be close to him.

“hi daddy..” you said softly to him, sleep underlining your words.

Wil smiled at you as he sat down at his chair, rubbing your back as he opened one of his desk, taking out the paci and toys he kept in there. “How small are you love?”

“Hmm finks m two…. buwt I fink m smawwer..” you said, words cut up as you thought, shaking your head as you did. “tant tawk.”

“That’s ok, love. Don’t talk if you can’t, you don’t have to. You remember what I told you? The yes and no things?” After he saw you shake your head, he smiled at you and brought your paci out for you, which you took with wide eyes and a small. “Wanna go to the bin over there and pick out a stuffies and a coloring book? Or you can watch something on my laptop.”

You got up and went over to the bin in the corner, pulling all sorts of things out as you found the one you were looking for. Giggling, you hugged it and showed Wilbur as you came back over to him.

“Oh, they’re lovely darling. That’s one of your favorite, yeah?” He asked as you nodded and nuzzles back into his chest as he got his laptop out. “Ok, so I’m guessing you want to watch something, what do you want to watch love? can you type it in?” Wil asked as you sat up and and slowly typed in the title of what you wanted.

Ninjago.

Wil smiled at you as he held you closer to him and twisted his chair around so it was easier for you to watch the movie. As the title card showed on the screen, Wilbur ran his hands up and down your back and through your hair as he quietly hummed in your ear as the well known music played.

Feeling your eyelashes flutter against his neck, and you shift to get more comfortable in his lap, Wil immediately adjusted with you as he shushed you to sleep. “Shhh darling, go to sleep. I’ll be here the whole time, I promise. Just sleep love, you deserve it.” He said as he kissed your forehead and cradled you closer to him.

Given the permission, you slowly closed your eyes as the noises drowned out and sleep washed you away in its delightful presence.

[dragon-queen21]

Sticky Rice

Little Giyu+ caregivers Rengoku & Tengen

I have plans to make this a full fic but in the meantime please enjoy this simple first stage draft <3

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“Bah!”

“You’re horrible with kids.”

“I don’t know what you mean!” Rengoku says with far to much enthusiasm for someone cover in specks of rice.

Tengen gives him a look, pointed glacing at the squirming little trying to escapse from Rengoku’s lap and the mostly untouched bowl of food. The flame pillar had one task. Feed Giyu, shouldn’t be that hard. Then again maybe it was.

“He’s just being fussy is all.”

“Let me show you how it’s done.”

He grabs the spoon, loads it up with sticky rice. “Ahh here is comes,” he flys the spoon quite dramatically through the air, coming to tap Giyu’s lip with it. “Open up.”

The spoon is smacked out of the sound Hashira’s hand. Giyu looks unimpressed.

Rengoku laughs. “You don’t seem much better with them!”

“Shut up!”

That’s how Shinobu finds the three of them. The bowl of rice is almost empty but not due to Giyu actually eating any but rather the fact that all three pillars are covered in rice. Rengoku’s patting Tengen’s back placatingly. Giyu nomming on sound pillar’s hand, said man looking deeply disappointed in himself and like he rather be anywhere but there.

[babyanderson]

christmas eve

cinnamon and apple fills the air of your shared living room as you place the final present under the tree. “all done!” you exclaim, lifting your arms up at abby. she picks you up, resting you on her hip. “well done, baby!” she says, pressing a kiss on your temple. you yawn softly, gently rubbing your eye with the back of your hand. “sleepy, baby?” abby asks, pouting as you nod and hide your face in the crook of her neck. “can’t be sleepy yet! still have things to do and things to put out for santa!” she tickles the side of your tummy, making you jump and wiggle in her hold. “mama! not even sleepy..” you whisper, cutting yourself off with another yawn. “yeah, okay, sleepy girl.”

“stand back, baby.” abby bends down to open the oven, getting out the tray of cookies you two had baked previously out of the oven. you swing your legs as you sit on top of the counter, taking sips of your warm milk. abby turns around, gasping. “hey! hands off, missy. that is for santa..” she says, pretending to be serious, making you giggle. “this is no laughing matter! can’t have my baby on the naughty list, can i?” that stops your giggles. “no, mama! i’m not on the naughty list, am i? want santa to get me a kitty..” you say worriedly, looking up at abby who now feels a little guilty. she shakes her head, picking you up. “no, baby. you’re the bestest little baby. my bestest little baby,” she says, kissing all over your face, making you giggle once more. “should we go get our pyjamas on? get ready for bed?” abby asks, taking you both into your bedroom to put on your new matching christmas pyjamas!! “look at you, baby! look so cute, come here,”she says lovingly, picking you back up and spinning you both around. “matchin’!” you exclaim, looking at both you and abby in the mirror.

abby places a plate next to your fireplace, and a glass of milk next to it. you put 3 cookies onto the plate before looking up at your mama. “i have a cookie, please, mama?” you ask gently, tugging on abby’s index and middle finger softly. she leads you to the kitchen, feeding you a cookie and filling up your bottle with milk. “ready for bed, baby?” she asks, placing a kiss on your forehead as you nod. when you’re in your bedroom, abby tucks you in, laying bedside you with two books in her hands. she asks you which one you’d like for your bedtime story. you choose ‘how the grinch stole christmas’, your favourite ever.

as abby reads the story, your eyes begin to feel heavy with sleep as your breathing matches with hers.

[berrymoos]

❝❪ 🌧 〜 sea salt on snow. ❫❞

ʚɞ—fandom pairing: trolls. rg!branch, a dabble of cg!poppy

ʚɞ—summary: the telltale fuzz of tinyspace knaws at branch's brain when he storms off the bus. (canon compliant!)

ʚɞ—cw(s): angst. hurt/very little comfort. minor spoilers for trolls 3.

ʚɞ—a/n: a truck of inspo hit me in the middle of the night, i blacked out, then woke up at 2am with words mysteriously on my screen. here's some soup, happy belated holidays <3

the snow is cold underneath bare feet and the wind bites with jagged teeth at skin exposed by under-prepared dressing, but branch presses forward regardless of his discomfort, swallowing the burning throb of panic clawing its way out of his chest. tears threaten his eyes, build upon the brim of his eyelids, blur his vision with the flurry falling all around, but he wipes them away with an angry fist. there isn't any use crying about his mess, now.

he sets his jaw and glues his gaze to the wobbling images ahead of him, flicking his ears as though to rid the words he hears, but they're incessant gummy worms and they stick; they wriggle into his brain and burrow into him with a lack of mercy: “you didn't think we’d live together when this was all over, did you?”

it stings. it stings to reflect on the revelation that his body still remembered every move and every step when jd and spr– bruce dragged him into an impromptu performance; it stings to feel the bear hugs, the tossing, the cheek-smushing linger on his skin, the joy they all expressed upon seeing him after so long; it stings to recognize the age-old feeling of his own happiness deflate into a limp balloon when he learns their mission is simply that — a mission. to save floyd and nothing else.

perhaps, deep down, branch had a niggling suspicion all along that things were too good to be true, and once more he was proven right. john dory, bruce, clay, even floyd to a lesser extent abandoned him before he was out of diapers and never once attempted to reach out, to find his location, to see if he was just alive; of course they wouldn't want to stay together with him– for him. they never bothered trying to all those years ago, anyway.

he isn't unlovable—right? it isn't his fault—right?

their voices—loud within the walls of the bus, accusing one another, angry, frustrated at jd—ping-pong across his head. with shaking legs branch’s shuddering breath catches on a hook and yanks a choked sob from his throat. all at once his brain scrambles, buzzes, slushes like sea salt on snow, then yanks him under. why here? why now? without– without–

a hand catches a blue one from behind, delicate but too sudden nevertheless. branch yanks away and whirls around only to stumble over his own two feet, grey-blue fur bristling on instinct … but her taffy pink skin and her worried magenta eyes, let alone her frowning red lips crumbles every bit of him before any words can be prepared. with another sob that wracks his shoulders forward, the brittle twig all but collapses into poppy’s warmth, scrambles to clutch onto any part of her that can stabilize him in the littlest bit (the front of her dress: soft against his palms and soothing to squeeze), hiccups a breath, and wails.

[sleepy-lil-kit-kat]

I dunno if you do sonethin like this bur coul u write a fic about a withrered bonnie caregiver? Hes my faveorite character!!!

little and worn down, but still loved

~500 words, not on ao3

regressor!reader & withered bonnie. hope this is okay, anon! <3

- this is a sfw age regression post, so sfw interaction only -

requests are open! see my pinned <3

The pizza place is, as ever, loud, and colourful, and... deeply, deeply, nostalgic.

It's not long before you feel yourself slipping, your usually strong grip on adulthood coming loose. Not like it's your fault; childhood memories like this are hard to fight off.

Especially when, as you notice a blocked off door, there's mysteries that wait. Something calls, and the pull of the unknown, the pull of curiosity, it's hard to ignore.

So you glance around, see the staff more bothered by the small forms running around and keeping an eye on the shiny new toy animatronics, and slink through the dark doorway.

And dark it is–the shadows hang heavy, as though tangible, like veils of fabric draped over the corridor. It's all a little spooky, and some part of you recalls all those rumours about the restaurant. But still the draw of a mystery is stronger, and you continue on through the dark hallways.

After more traipsing on through the shadowed halls, curiosity outweighing fear, you come across what seems to be a storeroom. The darkness is so thick here that you have to flick on the light, because else you wouldn't be able to see anything.

The sight that greets you makes you jump, flinching backwards away from what you see. Four animatronics sat on the floor; ruined, sort of–withered. Easily recognizable is Freddy, perhaps one of the less ruined of the lot, Chica, Foxy, and–your favourite, Bonnie.

The worst off of the lot. He's–he's missing his face.

Normally the sight might scare you, but now you just want to cry, because it's–it's not fair! He doesn't deserve this!

Slowly, carefully, you approach the slumped rabbit, and gently pat him on the–shoulder? "I'm sorry," you whisper. "They should give you your face back."

Again you flinch, because there's a whirring, and Bonnie tilts his head. The shining of red lights is uncanny, but... well, it's not his fault.

And something about the motion is comforting. Friendly, almost. Beckoning?

He tilts his head again, a sort of backwards movement that definitely seems to be calling you over, and you sort of curl up to his side. It's comfier than you'd expected, and it feels... right. Soothing.

"Thank you," you get out, in a very, very soft murmur. "You're real nice."

There's a whirring again, and this time it almost seems like a laugh, though you don't understand why.

For a long time, you stay sat with Bonnie. It's quiet here, free from all the noise and ruckus that could overwhelm you easily, and being among these withered, broken down animatronics feels right, in your heart. You're... somehow, you feel that you're just like them. Just like the rabbit that offers you a quiet, safe, soothing place to sit.

Maybe they're broken, worn down, but they're still worthy of love, worthy of being stayed with and cared for.

...maybe, despite your own hurts, so are you. Maybe you're worthy of that same love, and care.

[agere-fics]

dni: k!nk, anti-agere, agepl4y, or ddlg-esque blogs 🍄 this blog is a safe space for age regressors and age dreamers 🍄

🍄 agere-fics's story masterlist 🍄

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characters featured: steve rogers, bruce banner, bucky barnes, loki friggason, din djarin, crowley (good omens), aziraphale (good omens), and more to be added...

A Day With Daddy - Regressor!Reader and CG!Daddy!Bucky have a day of play when Stevie's away 🥰

Vroom, vroom! - CG!Dada!Steve drives around Regressor!reader to help them sleep 💤

Rainbows - Your mama helps you pick out your first ever pacifier.

Doctor Papa - You're getting MRIs done and you're nervous. Luckily, papa's here to save the day!

To be determined...

Mickey D's - You impure regress after work

[jacksdinonuggets]

~Ribbon~

The agere origin to Vaggie signature ribbon/bow.

requested by MasterClass60 on Ao3

Charlie and Vaggie were bored. No one could take care of them or spend time with them so they were too very unentertained regressed beans. They were lying on the floor, being bored and trying to talk to each other, even though Vaggie was semi-verbal.

“Vagggiiee, wha’ should we do?” Charlie lisped behind her paci. Vaggie put on her thinking face. She got an idea and pointed to the closet.

“Splore,” she said. Charlie used her super cool critical problem solving to figure what she meant. She found out that Vaggie was saying ‘Explore’. That meant she probably wanted to explore the closet. It was an old closet with a bunch of junk that hasn’t been cleaned out in years. Perfect for playing pretend or dress up!

“We can be pirates and explore the treasure inside of the closet!” Charlie did her best to put on a pirate voice. Vaggie smiled. She already felt in character because of her eye patch.

Charlie and Vaggie waddled over to the closet and opened the door. It was a big one full of lots of boxes with random items in it. They immediately started their game and Charlie was finding so many buried treasures. Vaggie found a couple items but not nearly as cool as the stuff Charlie found. She would find like cool trinkets and gadgets while Vaggie could only find socks, books, and boring stuff. She got a bit pouty but found a pretty looking sun hat. She tried it on and giggled. She looked so goofy!

As vaggie was trying on the sunhat, Charlie found this really cool magenta ribbon! She didn’t really like this stuff, but she imagined how cute Vaggie would look with it on. It was like it was meant for her!

“Vaggie, Vaggie! W’ook what i found!” she showed the ribbon to her and vaggie just stared at her confused.

“Is a ribbon! Can I tie it in your hair?” Charlie asked kindly. She was so happy and excited that Vaggie practically needed to say yes. So she sat down, facing the wall, in front of the princess of hell. Charlie kneeled down and began tying it the best she could. It was fun to practice on someone's hair. It took her a while but she did it! She could do it without any help. Like the big girl she is.

“There! Do you w’ike it?” She and Vaggie crawled over to the mirror. To her surprise, Vaggie actually really liked it. It looked so cute! It made her feel even smaller than she already was. Giggles of happiness erupted from inside her and she rocked back and forth while clapping her hands.

“Yay!” Charlie cheered, happy she made something that Vaggie liked.

Vaggie kept the ribbon in her hair for the rest of their game and regression period. When they aged up, she still had it in. it was special to her. Charlie gave it to her. But, she needed to shower to Charlie took it out. But in the morning she asked her if she wanted it back in and she said yes. It made her feel small but not too much to make her slip. It would probably help her when she needed to. That why for the next year and forward, she kept that ribbon in her hair everyday, using it to help her relax but also because Charlie, the best person ever (In her opinion) gave it to her.

[kitty-agere-fics]

Appa Fixes Everything

Little!Reader, CG!Jisung

Request Info - - - - Masterlist

tw: panic attack

You were walking back to your apartment after your classes had ended. All you wanted was to be at home and to be held by Jisung. Unfortunately, you came home to an empty house.

"Jisungie? Jisung?" You call out as you walk through the house, "Appa! Appa!" You start to regress and cry as you panic. You're all alone.

You take out your cell phone and, after a moment of hesitation, you dial Jisung's number. You hate to bother him while he's working, but you need him right now.

He answers the phone on the first ring. "Hey, Y/N, what's up?"

"Appa, Appa, come home!" You beg, crying into the phone.

"Oh, Baby, what happened? Why is Appa's precious little baby crying?" His voice stays soft and gentle.

"Need Appa! No be alone!"

"Okay. That's okay, Baby. Appa can come home. Appa will be home soon, Baby." He promises, "I love you." He hangs up the phone.

Twenty minutes later, Jisung walks into the apartment. He sees you, sitting on the floor, crying. He gently picks you up, holding you close. "Appa's here, Baby. It's okay. I've got you." he strokes your hair gently as you curl up into him. "Can you tell me why your crying?"

"Bad day," you mumble, burying your head into his shoulder.

"Yeah? Can you tell me what happened that made your day bad?"

"Had to do…do speech…did bad…so bad…" you mumble.

"Oh, I'm sure you did great, Baby. You're always so hard on yourself."

"No, no, no! Do bad!" You start to cry harder, "Forgot…use wrong words…did so bad…"

"Shhh, no. No, Baby. You always do really good. You do so good when you practice. I'm sure you did amazing!" He gently rocks you back and forth, trying to calm you down.

You continue to cry and your breathing becomes fast and shaky. Jisung gently rubs your back, holding you close. As you cry, you continue to ramble about everything that you'd done wrong, making yourself more and more panicky.

:Baby, calm down, you need to breathe. Deep breaths, Baby. Deep breaths for Appa."

You try to breathe, but you start coughing from all the crying. "Baby, calm down. You'll make yourself sick if you keep crying." He still rubs your back, trying to calm you down. He reaches over, grabbing a pillow off the couch and handing it to you. You squeeze the pillow tightly and you start to calm down a little bit. "Appa…Appa," you cry softly.

"I'm here, Baby. Appa's here. Appa's gonna make everything better." He whispers. His eyes light up and he smiles. "Appa's gonna go and get something, Baby. I'll be right back."

Jisung quickly sets you down and runs into the kitchen. Then, he starts moving all across the apartment, coming back into the room every minute or two with various items. A blanket, some building blocks, a pillow, a stuffed animal. Eventually, he comes back into the room and sits next to you. He is holding a sippy cup in one hand and a tumbler in the other. He hands you the sippy cup and encourages you to drink. You take a sip from your cup and smile brightly.

"Cocoa?"

"Yeah, Baby. Appa made you hot cocoa!" He gently wraps the blanket around you.

"Thank you," you mumble softly.

"Of course, Baby. Just remember, Appa fixes everything." He smiles and places a gentle kiss on your cheek.

[angelicagerebaby]

Hihi, I wanred to ask if I could request some regressor Zhongli hcs with the adepti being his cgs and sibbies? :> its okay of not, have a great day <3

Little!Zhongli Headcanons!

Requested by baby-zakarii <3 ❌Please remember that these are my headcanons, if you do not like them please ignore them.

Hc count: 6

🍼 - Zhongli is a flip!

Okay so, I personally do not really see Zhongli as just a little, but as a flip with a caregiver lean! He does regress when he feels like he can be around the rest of the adepti, like Xianyun and Xiao, and also the traveler for example. And when he does regress, he regresses to around 4-6 years old, a little bit of an older kiddo but still a kiddo!

🪽 - Zhongli is quite clingy as a little, loving to hold onto his caregiver or sibling's hands, holding into their arms, etc.

He loves to cuddle his caregivers and siblings!! Zhongli will always tug on their arm sleeve to ask for cuddles. He gets especially clingy when it's around naptime/bedtime. He wants cuddles and a story for bed :3

🍼 - Xianyun and the traveler are Zhongli’s caregivers, while Xiao, Ganyu, and Yanfei are his siblings!

I think having Xianyun as his caregiver is pretty reasonable since she has taken care of both Shenhe and Ganyu, she just gives off the mom vibe you know? And the traveler, since Zhongli seemed to get rather attached real fast to the traveler, they are happy to be his caregiver when they are in Liyue.

For his siblings, Xiao is the big brother of the adepti, even though he was one of the youngest by the yakshas, he is much older and wiser than Zhongli when he is regressed. Ganyu is the older sister who is always there if he gets hurt, she helps him out with tasks that seem difficult (even though she has a lot of work herself) and just loves her little brother. Yanfei is the storyteller of the three siblings, she loves telling Zhongli about stories of Liyue.

🪽 - Zhongli is rather polite, even as a kiddo! He is rather quiet and rarely is up to mischief.

He is very polite when he speaks to his caregivers and siblings, he refers to his caregivers by mother or father depending on who is taking care of him. For his siblings, he just refers to them as brother or sister.

Zhongli asks always before he can do a specific plaything like going out, playing with plushies, etc. He just wants to check if it is alright first, and sometimes, if he can't do a specific activity he may have a tantrum.

🍼 - His favorite game to play is either hide and seek or chess!

The little guy loves to go around and hide from his caregivers when he is feeling mischievous! So he always wants to play a game of hide and seek, to Xianyuns dismay...

🪽 - His comfort item is a stuffed animal that looks like Morax (His dragon form!)

He can't fall asleep without it when he is regressed. Once he lost it when he and the traveler had a picnic just outside Liyue harbor and the poor guy cried so hard when it was nap time and they couldn't find it (they found it later around the docks)

I hope you enjoyed my take on Little!Zhongli !! It was really fun writing this for you Zak!!

[agerefandom]

The Regressor and The Goblin King 

Those who are liminal, like teenagers or age regressors, have the most power and the most potential for court fae: they are bound and yet between the rules, like the fae themselves, and are desired for that trait 

You begin to automatically collect items that belong to that same liminal space, many of them touched by the energy of the goblin realm 

You pick them up and take them home: the stone with a hole through the center, the feather that fell from above, the stuffed animal that looks so familiar you swear it came straight from a half-remembered dream

The more of these fae-touched items that you collect, the more the eyes begin to follow your every move, especially when you are small and regressed and vulnerable 

And if, one day, you hold that special stuffed animal close, and whisper I wish that someone would take me away from here... your wish will be granted 

You will wake in the Labyrinth, the Goblin King beside you 

He will look down at you with a twisted smile, somehow both patronizing and tempting, and he will offer you a crystal ball: a world all your own, where you can play forever 

You must refuse this offer: otherwise you will live the rest of your days in the crystal ball, stored on the shelves of the castle, lost in delirious daydreams of sunny days 

When you refuse, he will scoff and tell you to wander his Labyrinth until you reconsider

And so you will wander: you will meet many familiar faces, and many strange sights in the Goblin King’s Labyrinth 

You will make friends, and you will need to run from danger, and you will learn the twisting routes that take you closer to the half-glimpsed spires of the Castle 

Twice more, the Goblin King will visit you, and offer you something that you want: an escape from danger, or a way back to your own world 

Twice more, you must refuse him 

At the end of your journey, you will find your way to the Goblin Castle, and the friends you have made along the way will refuse to enter with you, too afraid of the King’s presence 

You must enter alone, and find your way through the paradoxical stairways to the throne room where the Goblin King waits for you with a question

“I have offered you a world of your own: I have offered you safety: I have offered you everything. What more can you want from me?” 

Many people have requested many different things of the Goblin King, but no one before has asked to stay with him

When you ask to stay, he will stand from his throne, and come forward to stand before you: he will cup your face in leather-gloved hands and kiss your forehead, marking you forever as his 

After you have been marked, the Goblins will emerge from their hiding places and joy will explode through the kingdom: there will be songs and dances and many arms wrapped around your ankles, welcoming a new sibling to the kingdom 

Through all of it, the Goblin King will smile quietly, never leaving your side: he will sit on the throne with you tucked into his arms, he will toss you in the air and catch you in a twirl, he will welcome your friends from the Labyrinth into the castle and thank them for helping you 

And you will all live happily... ever... after. 

[shhtickerbook]

reas honest comfort after reading all of ur wonka fics and it reminded me of being 15 it was so awesome i love how you wrote regression as part of deviancy it was an amazing fic truly

Omfg thank you so so much!!! Y’all can’t even understand how happy and comforting it is to know ppl enjoy my silly little agere fics :,)

I actually started writing honest comfort when I was 16! And I had a lot of fun creating the relationship of deviancy and regression. As the source is pretty sci-fi in genre I really wanted to make a way for age regression to fit into the world! I personally much prefer agere fiction that feels realistic to the world that it’s in, not that I don’t like the “littles are known / classification” settings! They just don’t interest me too much, I like to explore the reactions of age regression and the way people can learn and accept it! Writing my fics is basically little me coping and creating a world for myself where I would feel safe and protected hehe

[dragon-queen21]

Oh hey, you know what I just realized? I just posted my 100th fic! :0 heck yeah!!!! It’s been a long time coming holy heck- wonder if I’ll ever make it to 200?