#long distance agere

[soapy-anon-agere]

Vent-ish post, I apologize.

I wish that any of my caregivers lived near me, most of them are across the country the other in a different country entirely. Like it’s fun to talk with them, but I want real cuddles I want to touch them. :(

[littlebunthings]

Minecraft with daddy (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

[puppyie-innit]

my favorite place: on my ler’s lap 🪶🐾

my second favorite place: in my big bruder’s arms 🫂

my third favorite place: anywhere my best fren is, whether it be here or 10,000 miles away✈️

..these are all the same person but i wuv him (@jogabsha @jogabsha2) so much!!! 🥺❤️

[mooniebatz]

Pupper go on plane soon ta see partner /cg!!! :D

I be the hwppi wolfi frfr

[xoxo-candylion]

Cutest things abt a little:

* when they call you by your nickname (ex Sir, Daddy, Mommy, etc)

* mispelling their words

* when they babble about their day

* getting excited about small things

* when their face gets all raspberry red when they get overwhelmed

* them in their softest pjs

* when they listen to what you tell them to do

* them in general <3

[baby-bats-coffin]

Daddy and me after 7 years apart, long distance for 11 years. Finally living together. 🥰❤️

[linkisonfire]

currently in my bed wishing i was with you in yours, feeling your hands on me and waking up early just to see you there in bed. knowing im finally with you. i miss you so much, i miss you voice, face, and touch even though we dont know that yet. i love you so much <3

[littleghostiesworld]

packing my suitcase to go see daddy ^♡^

[swee7dream]

i love ur works sm 😭😭 they always make me feel so safe 🥲🥲 esp the chenle ones like hellooooo 🫨🫨💓 (my way of discretely requesting more cg!chenle 😥)

letting go cg!zhong chenle x f!regressor!reader

genre agere content, established relationship, comfort, slice of life warnings petnames ( doll, baby ), nonsexual usage of ‘daddy’, indirect mentions of half-regression dni if you sexualize age regression . i WILL shoot you in between the eyes ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა wc 1574

summary you find yourself traveling down memory lane at the airport . ( can be read as a loose prequel to whatever you want ! )

le 🏀: i’m gonna be hanging out with the guys for a bit. text me when you’re flight lands princess 👑: *your le 🏀: will i ever be good enough for you

You chuckle as you lock your phone, placing it back in your bag.

The harsh lights overhead make the TSA line look like a hospital; like it’s the final safety check-in before you can move on to the afterlife. You look down at the charm hanging from your bag, trying to distract yourself from the sudden and unexpectedly dark thought that popped into your head.

The green material of your Hangyodon plush feels soft under your fingers, and focusing on it lets you ground yourself. You remember how much you cried when you lost your original keychain, a My Melody plush with a little pink dress on. You were inconsolable for days, Chenle thought that you had experienced the loss of a loved one before he finally asked.

“Lost Melo…”

“Melo?”

“My dolly, Daddy. The one on my bag…”

Honestly, Chenle never even landed eyes on that keychain plush. He had no reason to look at your bag for longer than 5 seconds. He knew it existed but had it in a far corner of his mind most of the time. He feels like it would be better to tell you when you’re Big rather than Little that all he’s ever focused on is you, not your bag. Big you would curl up into a ball and shy away, pushing his shoulder bashedly but Little you would begin to frown, poking and prodding wondering how he could ever say he loves you if he doesn’t love ‘Melo’ like you do.

“Do you remember where you left it?” he asked, crouched on the floor as you lay across the couch with your bag to your chest.

“Think… the mall?”

Chenle pulled a face at the mental image of the tiny plush within the huge building but tried calling the lost and found anyway.

With his bottom to the floor, back to the couch, Chenle held his phone up to his ear in one hand while the other caressed the back of your own hand as you continued to hold your bag like a lifeline.

The dreaded, expected news came out of the speaker of his phone, loud enough for you to have also heard thanks to the lack of distance between you two. Chenle felt as you began to shiver and shake like a Coke bottle full of Mentos.

“Stole it…!” you sniffled. “Someone stole her.”

“Hey, no.” Chenle tugged at your bag for you to show your face, eyes growing red already. “No one stole her. She probably slipped off. Maybe Melo just wanted to see more of the world.”

“So, Melo abandoned me?!”

Nice move, Zhong.

“No, Babygirl. No! That’s not what I’m saying at all, I don’t think,” he backtracked. “What I’m trying to say is: how long have you had Melo?”

“I dunno...” you mumbled.

“Was it before you had Daddy?”

“…yeah.”

“Then maybe-” he twisted himself in a way that let you meet eye to eye. “Maybe she felt that could go on a little trip. ‘cause she knew that you would be taken care of now that I’m here.”

“…”

“Melo didn’t abandon you, doll. She still loves you so much. Like this much.” He holds up his arms, opening his chest as wide as he can to get as much distance between his hands as possible. “But just between you and me, Melo and I had a little chat. She said she wants to explore the world! Her plan is to explore the world from the bags of cute little girls like you, and then hitch another ride once she’s maxed out their Melo-meter!”

“Millimeter?”

“Melo-meter.” Chenle repeated, finally deciding to turn fully to you with his lower back poking at him for help. “You know how Daddy has to go to work every day?”

“Every. Day.” You grumble.

“I know. It’s not fun for me either, doll. But Melo has a job to do too. She’s in charge of helping lonely little girls be brave in the big wild world out there. She made you feel safe, yeah? Like you’re not alone?”

“Mhm…” You nod.

“Every time you get a little bit of more confidence, Melo’s Melo-meter gets fuller. That shows that her mission of making you feel braver is succeeding! You’re so brave now, Melo’s gotta go help out another shy baby like you once were.”

“Am braver?”

Chenle’s eyes grow wide, his head vibrating in shock that you can’t tell is playful, genuine, or both.

“You don’t see it, baby? You’re super brave. Look, today you lost an important friend you had for a long time and sure, you felt sad, that’s normal, but you didn’t cry. You didn’t cry at the mall or even when you came home. Do you think you could’ve done that before?”

You tried to think back, but your memory when Little is so short that even yesterday’s breakfast is a hazy memory. You felt your Big self tickle your ear, whispering a forgotten memory back to life. The feelings of empathy you have for your past self ghost along your skin.

“Mmm, don’t think so.”

“That’s okay, though. Because now you can and I’m so so proud of you for it, doll.” Chenle gave you a goofy grin. “Kiss?”

“Kiss.” You allow, pulling your keychain-less bag away from your face and turning your cheek for your caregiver to peck warmly.

“It’s time to let go now, baby.” He grabs your hand and squeezes it for only a second. “Wanna say bye bye to Melo?”

“Mmm, yeah.” You lay your back flat back on the couch and sigh contentedly. “Thank you, Melo.”

“Thank you, Melo. Thank you for helping my babygirl be so brave on her own. I’ll try and keep her as safe as you did.” Chenle speaks up, beyond the ceilings and clouds and into the nebula, wherever Melo’s next mission was destined to be.

“But Daddy, I don’t like being alone.” You roll back to your side, cheek squished against the cushion. 

“I don’t like you being alone either.” He dropped his eyes down to you. “But we can’t avoid it, doll. On the bright side, it’s not like it was before. You’re not going to be alone in one place to be still alone in another. You could come to me, or I could come to you. Doesn’t that make those little transtitionary periods where we’re alone feel a lot better? To know I’m waiting for you. Always.”

“I’m always waiting for you too,” you replied. “…I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right,” he hummed.

“Daddy, don’t.” You frowned, annoyed that your monologue was interrupted.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry. Go ahead, baby.”

“I’m not 'fraid of being alone. ‘cause I know that they’re just teeny tiny moments to reach the finish line to where I know the people I love are.”

“Like me.”

“…Yeah, I guess, you.” Your eyes drifted away, intrigued by the corner of your ceiling all of a sudden.

“Hey- You know wh-” Chenle’s fingers attacked your sides, making squeals and laughter erupt out of you as you failed to squirm like a worm out of his tickling torture.

“This isn’t a replacement for Melo,” Chenle warned, holding up the blue-green keychain plush in his hand. “it’s just a little fidget doll. And maybe a reminder that I’ll always be waiting for you.”

“Chenle, this is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.” You take it from his hand, dangling it on your finger as you hold it up. “What is it even supposed to be?”

“Hello? I just said the most sweetest, kindest, thing in the world and you have the audacity to say it’s ugly?”

“What is it?”

“It’s-!” He gestures at it vaguely, then licks his lips. “I don’t know. I don’t know what it is. Listen, if you hate it, then give it back.”

“No!” You pull it away from his outstretched hand. “It’s mine. You gave it to me. No take-backs.”

“Kiss?”

“Ew, no. I’m all gross from work.” You scrunch your face, turning away from Chenle. “Later, though. Yes. All the kisses you want.” Your hands got busy trying to hang your new gift on the bag you packed for your flight the next day.

“What about a thank you kiss? Now?” He raises his eyebrows expectantly, trying to get within your eyesight once more.

“Thank you, Chenle.” You pushed his chest away with your pointer finger once the Hangyodon doll officially clung to your bag. “Move. I need to shower.”

“Just one!”

“Quit following me!”

Your phone buzzed on the way to your gate. You figured you looked ridiculous unzipping your bag across your chest while trying to keep walking, but you couldn’t find it within you to care about the possible looks of onlookers. You would have in the past, but that was before Chenle, before Melo.

Your screen displayed a message notification from your boyfriend. Your eyes rolled on their own at his clinginess, but your fingers already were moving to read it.

le 🏀: can you hurry up princess 👑: i don’t control the plane chenle le 🏀: WHY NOT le 🏀: COME HOME FASTER I MISS YOU le 🏀: i'm holding my breath until your back le 🏀: if you even care princess 👑: *you're

a/n hello ! it's vix ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ thank you so much for the requests lately ! they really make me feel that the work i pour so much effort is being received well and loved, motivating me to work harder ! i hope this is an enjoyable read as well ᡣ • . • 𐭩 ♡ hopefully the next release is the non-agere spidermark fic i've been working for the past couple months.

[theheelerhouse]

Long Distance Caregivers and Littles!

Hello hello! This is for all the littles or caregivers (and vise versa) who are long distance! Here are some activities you can do and some ways to make it easier! (From personal experience <3)

1.) Calls! If calls are something you two are comfortable with then it helps a lot. In my personal case being both a little and a caregiver (a flip), I often stay muted when little as i struggle to talk but it is nice to have that security and company and to even (if possible) hear your caregivers voice even if you respond through text.

2. Sleepy-time calls! Kinda goes hand-in-hand with the first one, but once again, if you are okay with calls and are in a similar timezone, sleeping or taking naps on call can be rather soothing. I have nightmares a decent amount when little so again, having an extra sense of security and comfort is nice when it's needed. (Also applies to naps!)

3.) Video Games! Find a game you guys can play together (mine is stardew valley :D) but things like minecraft and animal crossing i have found works great too!

4.) Parallel Play/Parallel Activity! Honestly, an amazing way to spend time with each other. You don't have to be doing the same thing, but you can be. Just get on a call, even if you aren't talking, and be doing something together. It's really nice if you don't mind silent calls. You're just relaxing and having fun together.

5.) Digital Games! iMessage games or Discord Games can be fun if that's something you're interested in! Honestly the whiteboard one on Discord is simple and fun cause it's just a blank canvas for a bunch of doodles!

6.) Star Charts! Star/Reward charts are an amazing way to get each other to take care of themselves from a distance away. You can keep track of the other persons and vise versa. Eating, Drinking water, doing basic self care, etc. It's really helpful for me even when not regressed!

7.) Movies and TV shows! Apps like discord are great for streaming TV shows or movies! You can have a little mini movie night with the person or people you care about and it's just so nice.

8.) A way of communication This one is for my lovely people who take care of and/or go non-verbal when little. It's extremely helpful to have a way of communicating what you need. My caregiver and I personally mostly communicate on discord and we both have Nitro and are in some Agere servers with non-verbal emojis that help us communicate with each other. It's just a matter of what works best for you.

[littlebunthings]

Daddy put a moon above our house, is gon' be our bedroom

Daddy said he made the windows purple cuz when we met my favorite color was purple (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡

I love my daddy so much😖

[caregiver-twylas-daycare]

Imagine with me!

Whenever/ if i get to have a cg/regressor or flip/flip relationship with someone i wanna spoil them so so bad!

I always see so many things that i could get my little one, and ugh! I wanna spend all my money on them!

You have a new hyperfixation? Heres all the things i could find while i was out of it!

Wanting a nrw stuffy friend? Well, of course we can go to build a bear! Maybe even getting matching ones we can have if we are long distance if we miss each other!

Needing any agere gear? Im on my way to get it for you! And yes, of course, i know exactly what diaps/clothes/ sippys you'd need.

Do you need some more snackies from the store? I know exactly what you like, so no worries about needing to make sure with me, bub!

I wanna give them all the cuddles in the world! Im such a snuggly baba anyways that, of course, i wanna be close to my bubby! Even hugs and hand holding!

[garadinervi]

For her, poetry is a social act, by Mickey Fridman, «San Francisco Examiner», December 7, 1977 [Constellations of Black feminism in UC Berkeley’s archives – Stories of UC Berkeley Library. Carton 6:50, Barbara Christian papers, BANC MSS 2003/199 c, The Bancroft Library, University of California, Berkeley, CA]

(transcription)

For her, poetry is a social act

By Mickey Friedman Examiner Photo by Katy Raddatz

(Image description) June Jordan is seen in front of a chalkboard, looking toward the camera. (Image caption) June Jordan: The New York Times wrote: 'Whatever becomes of poetry in English hereafter, Jordan's poems will likely be a conspicuous part of it'

While many who write poetry do so for private self-expression, poet June Jordan feels that inner satisfaction is only half the story. For her, a poem is a social act. "If you hope to deserve the attention of anyone other than yourself, you're serving a social goal," she says.

At 41, June Jordan has published 10 books. She is black, politically active, a native of Harlem who grew up in Brooklyn's Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood, where she was a member of a gang called the Royal Bops. She is divorced and has a son at Harvard. Her latest book of poetry, "Things That I Do in the Dark" (Random House) is a selection of her work from 1966 to 1976.

Of the book, Hayden Carruth wrote in the New York Times Book Review, "Whatever becomes of poetry in English hereafter, Jordan's poems will likely be a conspicuous part of it."

Jordan does not talk about other people understanding or empathizing with her poems. What her readers can do, she hopes, is "use" her work, implying an active partnership between writer and reader. "If you write a love poem, if it's a good poem, you've depicted your feelings with accuracy. If other people can use it, they come to a better understanding of their own love," she says.

Along with poems on blackness, politics and a gamut of other topics, a section of "Things That I Do in the Dark" is devoted to love poems — some of them passionate and lyrical, others, like "About Long Distances on Saturday," slightly wry:

he calls me from his house and the timing seems bad and I offer to call him back later but he says "no" I'm about to split for the weekend so call me yeah early next week or sometime and the answer is that the question is (isn't it) where are you going baby without me?

Jordan, very much the conscious artist, does not write in the "confessional" mode that "dominated poetry in the '50s," she says. "I feel that confessional poetry was a part of my life in my late teens, at a time when I wasn't really interested in other people," she says. "Most of us stop being teen-agers, and want other people to care about what we're doing. During the '60s, the civil rights movement, the peace movement and the women's movement served to propel us out of the confessional mode into a more political posture. In the context of these three movements, poetry received an enormous boost in interest."

Since language is one of Jordan's basic concerns, she has been empathetic about preserving the nuances of black English and not teaching black children that their speech is wrong. She has written, "… as a black poet and writer, I hate words that cancel my name and my history and the freedom of my future; I hate the words that condemn and refuse the language of my people in America." In her own poems, the cadences of black speech are often evident.

Jordan says she became a poet "as a result of reading Shakespeare and the Bible when I was much too young to understand them. I was influenced by the music of the words." She was also strongly affected by hearing recordings of Dylan Thomas reading his poetry: "It had a tremendous influence on me. It was almost as if he were speaking Spanish in English, it was so musical. My other big influence was Shelley. He's also mellifluous and musical."

One of Jordan's most pressing concerns at the moment is the deterioration of language. "This is one political struggle I hope I'm a serious part of," she says. "If we don't retrieve our language so we can trust it, the possibilities for interaction are gone. There isn't an alternative to words." Mentioning George Orwell's essay, "Politics and the English Language," Jordan says that political figures have been prime offenders: "The guiding principle that has been inculcated in our leaders is that they should only deal with one idea, and reiterate it over and over," she says. "Most things are more complicated than that. This is a public style of dishonesty that comes from the misuse of our language."

In these days when rhyme and meter have largely gone by the board, it is sometimes hard for the layman to judge what constitutes a good poem. Can objective standards be applied? Jordan says emphatically that they can, and sets forth guidelines in a series of questions: "First, find out what the poet was trying to do. What is he trying to have you see, feel, smell? Then, ask yourself if he has done it. Are the images hackneyed? Is there consistency in the kind of language that's used? If not, does it add to the impact of the poem? Are the verb tenses consistent? Do you feel the voice inside the poem is clear?"

Jordan is currently working on her second novel, "OK, Now," which will be published in the winter of 1978. "The idea is an enormous idea, in the Utopian tradition," she says. "It's written with a somewhat proselytizing attitude. It's about a commune, and land reform in Mississippi. I have to take it through good and bad times, enough so people don't feel I've loaded the scales."

How is writing a novel different from writing poetry? "In a poem, you can contain two voices at best. But in a novel, you can encompass a likely variety of contemporary Americans."

After the novel, Jordan wants to write a book of poems "that will involve getting to know this country. I think it's ridiculous to call yourself an American poet and all you know is New York." To help her learn the country, Jordan is considering moving to the Bay Area, where she would teach at UC Berkeley. "In New York, everything is so expensive and so dense," she says. "I want to come out here and see how people live when the environmental stress has been drastically reduced. I'd like to know how it feels to be able to park your car next to your house."

Page 22—S.F. Examiner Wed., Dec. 7, 1977

[kny-agere]

Hiiii, I'm a fellow kny agere writer and I love your content and wanna make a request. You can pick which is easier. Caregiver Akaza with a baby regressor that just wants to be held 24/7 or a Caregiver Shinobu with a baby regressor who tries to help her with helping patients

Firstly ty for the compliment and I love seeing other kny agere writers!! I’m not super active in the community bc this is a side acc but I do spy on people from time to time 🙈 I went with the first prompt ^^ It’s a little short but idk the conclusion felt good!!

★彡☆彡★彡

Being a demon meant Akaza did not grow tired physically. He could fight or sprint or do as he pleased without need for rest. Most of the time he enjoyed this fact, though much to his displeasure you had learned to take advantage of this fact.

While Akaza technically never grew tired of holding you it could be troublesome to always have someone in his arms. He could not practice sparring or eat or do much besides entertain you.

Though you were very easy to entertain. As long as Akaza held you, you were happy to sit quietly in his arms. He could on occasion set you down as well, as long as he stayed nearby to promise his presence. But ultimately when Akaza was caring for you he did not have much freedom.

Currently that was an issue for the man. He was hungry, starving almost, but could not leave you alone. He had tried several times to set you down but each time you began to whine and move forward to grab his small vest.

Now Akaza’s strategy switched to getting you asleep. Then he would have a few hours of his own. The demon wrapped a soft and fuzzy blanket around your shoulders and tempted a pacifier into your mouth. It created a rather cute picture. Once you were set he began to rock you softly. Sometimes Akaza could be slightly too rough, forgetting just how strong he was. He focused on how fast he walked and how much he bounced you to make sure the effect was calming rather than something that would excite you.

With the man’s strong arms around you it was easy to be lured into sleep. You could rest your head on his shoulder and his fingers would rub your back softly. There was no other situation that could be so comfortable.

Though when he tried to put you down you immediately shot back to full consciousness. Akaza was only a step or two away but the distance was unbearable. It didn’t take long for you to start crying, reaching for him.

“Calm down I’m coming.” He darts back to your side and lifts you once more. “No more crying.” There’s the smallest drop of annoyance in his voice that doesn’t help your tears stop. You wiggle around in his hold unhappily.

“Hey, let’s relax a little ok?” Akaza’s tone softens and he goes back to bouncing you. It takes a few minutes but eventually you’re convinced to stop crying. A few minutes longer and you’re back to letting your eyes flutter shut. Before you’re fully asleep you manage a few words. “No go down.” You patted his cheek to emphasize.

Akaza had to stifle a smile, instead nodding very seriously. “I won’t put you down this time.” He resigned himself to spending the next hour or two holding you, the rest of his activities would wait for later. Though he didn’t find himself caring about that too much.

[littlespacereader]

Hello again, Clara!!

So, I just read this and this story of your's and I'm physically unable to stop thinking about them..

Since they are both part of the same universe and connect to each other, I have questions and a request!!

The questions:

Does Sam know about Dean's Regression?

And if so, how did he found out & how did he take it?

Did he judge him/ acted weirded out at first, not understanding "what's the point", or did he understand it right away? (Personally I like option one, cuz it's realistic, but it can also be upsetting to read/ write)

Was he already familiar with the concept? Maybe because he regresses himself or had a partner that did?

Does he sometimes take care of little Dean & enjoys to be the "big brother"?

If he regresses himself, do Dean and him have playdates?

Weather he does already know or not, the request stays the same;

Tell us how he finds out & how he reacts!!

Please and thank you!! <3

~ ฅ⁠|°▿▿▿▿°|ฅ

The second part is here!! I apologize for it taking so long but I really wanted to be 100% happy with it and I really am! It’s mostly told from Sam perspective because part 1 was mostly from Dean’s. I hope this chapter answered a bunch of the questions you had listed above! I can’t wait for you to read the second part! Please enjoy! Love you always @dino-boyo-agere (platonicly of course💞)

Protection from Heaven and Hell (Part 2)

Little! Dean Winchester & Caregiver!Castiel, with Little! Sam Winchester & Caregiver! ??

Tags - accidents, pull-ups, diapers, hurt/comfort, Sam is the oldest when regressed, protective older brother Sam, new family dynamic

TW - supernatural typical violence (kidnapping, killing) and mention of demons and ghost, mentions of hell, heaven and ghost

Nickname - Papa for ??, Dadee for Castiel, little moose, squirrel, little boy, ‘ammy, little squirrel.

Click here for Part 1! Other stories in my Supernatural series are: here and here :)

Sam started to wake up in bits and pieces. He blinked and whined. He didn’t want to wake up, he wanted to go back to sleep with his moose stuffie. Why was Papa waking him up? It just wasn’t fair!

But then everything started to hit him, the realization of what had happened. Memories stared to flowed back to him as began to wake up. What happened again?

Dean was distracting the older lady while he slipped away into the back area to see what was going on. There were weird ingredients, strange object and even blood. It has all the makings of a witch’s spot. But scariest of all, they had photos of Dean and Sam. They had been watching and following them.

Sam quickly realized this was a trap. He started to back up and turn to go find Dean when he ran into an older man. “Awww son, are you lost?”

The man blew a sort of dusty into Sam’s face before he had time to react. He cough and cough, then suddenly started regressing like crazy. No! No he couldn’t! He can’t regress now, he needed to get his brother and get out of there.

He pushed past the man but didn’t make it far. He could hear Dean calling for him in the distance but he couldn’t make it to him in time. He fell to the ground, the sound of Dean’s voice falling into the distance. His eyes closed and he fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of his stuffie, of his Caregiver…

Sam pushed himself to open his eyes and wake up. Memories of what happened had his heart racing. What happened while they were asleep? What had the witches done to then?

He was in what looked like a basement. One of his wrist chained to the wall and the other was free.

Sam could feel himself still regressed. He felt anxious at the idea of being stuck in his headspace and in danger. He wasn’t thinking like a hunter, he was thinking like a little kid. He was scared of what that meant for him and his brother.

Speaking of his brother, he looked to Dean who laid unconscious across from him. Suddenly he felt felt an overwhelming need to protect his brother.

Dean slept peacefully across the room from Sam. One wrist chained similarly to his own, but with his free hand he had his thumb in his mouth as he slept.

This wasn’t the first time Sam had seen his brother doing this, the first was this morning before he left. He had figured it was just the way he was sleeping. But now…now he didn’t think he knew as much as he thought he did.

He never would’ve thought in a million years that Dean would ever understand his need for regression. It killed him not to tell his older brother who, in many respects, was like a Caregiver to him. But never would he have thought Dean would be a Regressor like himself!

Was it really possible?

He was hit with the same dust that made him regress and faint. And Dean…Dean must’ve been hit by the same thing. He had to be, he just had to!

If he is a Regressor, then Sam is definitely older headspace wise than him, if the thumb in his mouth is anything to go by.

Ha! Who’s the little brother now?

Plus thinking about it, Dean was being weird about his relationship with Cas…WAIT! Could Cas be his Caregiver too?!

The thought brought a small smile to Sam’s face. He wasn’t alone! Plus now he has a second Caregiver now to regress with too! And his Caregiver knows Castiel…but they don’t have the greatest of relationships to one another…

Now thinking about it…he wasn’t sure how good of a reveal it would be for Castiel to see Sam’s Caregiver.

Speaking of him, maybe he could get him and Dean out of this mess. He said only to call upon him if it was an absolute emergency. And it wasn’t an emergency yet…or at least Sam didn’t think it was…

Maybe he could impress Papa and get out of this without his help! Then he would be so proud that he was able to save his brother from the witches while the both of them are regressed!

Sam listened quietly to the sounds of the witches moving about upstairs. What were they planning? What did they want with two hunter?

Okay, okay, first thing first! They have to get out of these chains…somehow.

Sam started to look around the floor for anything he could find to break this lock. The basement was mostly empty. One set of stairs lead to the house, there was a washer and dryer, and there was a light coming from somewhere but it was out of view from him.

While Sam started looking around he heard Dean shift and whine in his sleep before relaxing once again. He lifted his head up and looked to his brother. Maybe he could help!

He was about to yell for Dean to wake up but that’s when he noticed Dean’s jeans getting darker and darker. Oh no.

Memories flashed back to when they were kid. John screaming at Dean about his bed wetting when no doubt he was the cause of it. Dean was always sadly plagued with nightmares which always resulted in wetting the bed. Now, with a regressed Dean, it must’ve came back to him.

Sam shifted himself. He didn’t have to go potty but he couldn’t tell most of the time. Usually he would just be playing and it would hit him out of no where that he would have to go. He really didn’t have control over it.

It happened again last night in the hotel room. Dean wasn’t taking super long but he really couldn’t hold it any longer so he rushed and pushed Dean out of the bathroom. Thankfully he didn’t wet his pants completely but he was close to it, too close.

He called his Caregiver the next day and he suggest going out and getting some pull-up…just incase. It wouldn’t hold a full accident but it would give him enough time to find a bathroom and go to one without fearing an accident. So Sam did, tucking his shirt in and hiding the padding under his suit pants for today case.

Now, in this gross and scary basement, thankfully his padding was still dry. But for how long? His heart started to pick up speed. Maybe Sam’s hero plan wasn’t so good after all. Sam pulled his arms against the chain. He was stuck. There was no way he was getting out of it.

Dean whined again getting Sam’s attention. He stretched his legs out and pulls his hand that was chained…but it didn’t move anywhere.

Suddenly Dean jumped awake, startled by a nightmare. He gasped and tried to catch his breath as tears fell from his eyes. He immediately spotted Sam, his eyes locking onto his. He went to stand up and go over to him when he pulled against his arm, locked to the wall.

He looked at the chain confused, but then he must’ve felt the cold wetness around him. He looked down and just froze. His lip trembling as he stared down at his accident. A sob escaped his lips.

Sam’s heart broke for him. Having had accidents himself, he knew what Dean must’ve been feeling. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay Dean! It’s alright! You didn’t know.” He tried to say.

Dean lifted his red rimmed eyes and shook his head, “It-It isn’t okay! I….I didn’t mean to…It’s not what it looks like Sam! I swear it isn’t!” He started to yell.

Sam right away shushed his brother, both out of fear of being heard and out of genuine worry. “It’s okay! I promise it’s all okay. Just an accident right?”

“Yeah,” Dean said in a voice so small and broken, “They…They must’ve done something to me that did it.” He tried to argue.

Sam was not about to disagree and debate that in this dark and dangerous basement. Right now they needed a plan and they needed to work together.

“Totally, yeah, now listen Dean. I have a plan. The witches are still upstairs which is good for us. We gotta find a way to get out of these chains and out of this basement before they come down here. Now what do you see from your side of the room?”

Dean looked at his brother intently as he explained everything. He looked around but didn’t see much of anything. “There’s a…a bucket…a table…a hook on the wall…a door…”

“The door! Tell me about the door!”

“It has some stairs going up to it, a railing to hold on to. Oh! And it has a window on the door.”

That’s where the light was coming from! “What does it look like through the window?”

“It looks like the outside.”

“Great Dean! That’s going to be our escape door!” Sam smiled. Dean smiled too, happy to be helping.

“Now all we need is to find a way to get out of these chains. Do you see anything around you on the ground that would pick a lock?”

Dean looked around on the ground, but he shook his head after a while. Suddenly upstairs there was a loud bang that made the two jump. Dean looked at Sam worried.

“ ‘ammy?” He asked his brother with the plan.

“It’s okay, I’m sure it’s just-.”

The opposite door swung open and the two witches entered, walking down the stairs to the basement. Both of the Winchesters backed up with their back against the wall, trying to put as much distance between them.

Both of the witches entered the room, big grins on their faces. The two entered the basement wearing outfits straight out of the 1950’s. When they saw the two boys, they gave one big awwwww!

“Good morning my sweet boys.” The woman said with a pleasant chipper voice. “I’m sorry to have to keep you down here all chained up and such. But until we can trust you, this is the way it will have to be.”

“What do you want with us?” Sam said, trying to sound big and brave and not at all worried.

“Son, we just want a family of our own. And you boys are just the perfect two Littles anyone could ask for.” The man explained.

Sam and Dean immediately locked eyes with one another. They both had the same expression. They’re “big” secret reveal to the other. But wait, why was the other one just as shocked? Holy shit.

They share a look of both shock and a small bit of relief. Their “big” secret didn’t feel they big in the moment. But now wasn’t the time to go “HA! I knew it!” Or “You’re a Little too?!” Now was the time to get the hell out of there!

“What? Haven’t you ever heard of adoption?” Now Sam was confused.

“Yeah!” Dean added helping his brother out.

“Of course we have!” The woman snapped back. Sam and Dean jumped to the sudden yelling. The woman right away noticed this and tried to cool herself down again.

“You see, we tried every route to have a perfect family of our own but it just didn’t work. Till finally we came across this beautiful community of people online who regressed into the perfect Little children. Then we thought to ourselves how perfect it would be to find someone like this!” The man began to explain.

“So I created a simple yet effective dust that would cause any person to start regressing. But instead…people started dying. Unfortunately really. Some ended up in the hospital, others like that bickering couple ended up dead. But oh they would’ve been lovely Littles.” The woman recalled.

“We thought our chances were over until we met you boys. Two regressors without even needing a thing of that dust!”

“I spotted you boys in the library. You could barley keep your eyes open as you researched away.” The woman giggled.

“And I followed Sammy here to the grocery store where you bought the pull-ups. Poor boy is old enough to not need a bottle or diapers but not too old enough to out grow accidents. Am I right?” The man said, in a sort of chipper attitude as if he was talking about Sam like he was some little toddler who didn’t know any better.

Tears stung Sam eyes as he tried not to let the confession bother him. “I did not!” He yelled. But he just sounded more Little by the second with a classic response like that.

“Yeah he did not! And we’re not Littles!” Dean yelled after seeing the man upset his brother. Didn’t matter to him whether it was true or not. It only matter that he upset his brother.

“Awwww. I’m sorry dear but I know you boys are. You see, if you weren’t my dust would’ve put you both in comas or six feet under. But instead it worked perfectly. You immediately started to regress then fall into a deep sleep.”

She started to step towards Dean as the man started to step towards Sam. Dean crossed his legs and hoped she couldn’t notice the accident. But sadly that’s exactly what she did.

“See? My dust has been working brilliantly on you boys. Did my poor baby have an accident while he was sleep?”

Dean shook his head as test began to fall from his eyes. “No! No! You did this!”

“Sweet pea my dust only brings out your own regression. You must be so young aren’t you?”

Sam watched as Dean shook his head when she went to wipe his tears away. But he had his own issues. The man kneeled down beside him now and began touching his hair. Sam jumped and tried to push him away with his unchained arm.

“Your hair is much too long for someone as young as you. We’re definitely going to have to cut it.” He said with a stupid 50’s mentality of short hair being best.

Sam shook his head, “No! It’s my hair!” He yelled. But the man just shook his head back at Sam.

Before Sam could yell something else out he felt a sudden warmth. Suddenly his pull-up started to leak, darkening his pants. When did he start going? He didn’t even have to a minute ago?

Now it was Sam’s turn for tears. The man started saying something to him but he just zoned out. Too upset, too Little to really be concerned.

He looked to his brother who was just as miserable and uncomfortable as he was at the moment. They had to get out of there and there was no way they were going to be able to do it regressed. There one only one person Sam wanted more than anyone in this world, one person who could make this right…

“PAPA!!” He yelled, “PAPA HELP!” He cried out.

~~~

There was no wings, no sound as all. But suddenly a man just appeared in the basement with the four of them. Sam looked up as Crowley grabbed the man kneeling in front of him. He stood him up before stabbing him square in the chest.

Dean copied off of Sam when he heard him call out for help, “Cas! Dadee! Help!” Dean cried, lowering his head as fresh tears started to fall.

This time there was a faint sound of wings when Castiel arrived. He grabbed the woman, spun her around and stabbed her with his Angel blade.

With the two witches dead the boys were finally safe, and with their safety came the sudden realization of a few new things.

Castiel took in the scene and marched over to Crowley, putting his Angel blade to his throat, “You did this! You tried to kill them!” After all whose mother was a witch? Crowley’s mom Rowena. It made perfect sense.

But before Crowley could even mutter two words of an explanation Sam screamed out for him. “NO! CAS! HE’S MY PAPA!! Papa! Help! Please!” Sam continued to cry.

Castiel paused for a moment hand still gripped onto Crowley’s jacket collar. He looked from Sam to Crowley before it clicked in. Wait, Sam is a Regressor like his little boy?

Crowley just rolled his eyes, “Can I go see my boy or are you still planning on stabbing me?” He asked with his usual sarcasm.

Castiel lowered his Angel blade and allowed Crowley to go see Sam, after all he had his own Little to worry about right now anyway. “Grab Sam and I’ll bring us all back to the Bunker.”

“Can I get pass the warding?”

“You should if I bring you.” Cas said matter of fact like usual. Crowley rolled his eyes to the Angel before turning back to Sam.

Crowley was a hard person to hurt, but his heart broke when he saw his Little. Tears streamed down his face, his pant were slightly wet, and his wrist that was chained was red and worn from pulling on it. One hand reached out desperately for him.

“My little moose,” he said with a sigh. He hated seeing his boy so upset. He snapped his fingers and the chain around his wrist disappeared.

“Papa!” Sam couldn’t help the tears that kept flowing down from his eyes. He immediately stood up once freed and hugged his Caregiver tightly.

“It’s okay, you’re okay Sam. I’ve got you, I’m here.” He said as he swayed Sam who was holding onto him for dear life.

They’ve learned over the last couple of months of being Caregiver and Little how Crowley could perfectly hug Sam’s 6’4” self with his Little’s head resting on his shoulder.

“I tried Papa…tried to be big…” Sam lifted his head and used the back of his sleeve to wipe his tears away. “But the witches did something to Dean and I. It made us regress and we can’t…unregress.”

But speaking of his brother…

Sam looked over to see Dean in a similar state to himself. He hid his face in Castiel’s shoulder, holding onto the Angel like his life depended on it.

“That’s alright. I’m sure Cas can undo the spell or whatever they did to you and your brother. If not we can always call Grandma. I’m sure she’d be happy to help her favorite grandchild.” Crowley smirked causing Sam’s spirits to lighten slightly.

“I’m her only grandchild.”

“Doesn’t mean you’re not her favorite!”

Sam shook his head and tried to hide the small smile on his face. Papa was so silly sometimes. Even in the worst of situations he always made Sam feel better.

Crowley took Sam hand before walking over Cas and Dean. Dean was holding onto Castiel’s arms. His eyes were casted downward, but occasionally he would look between his brother and Crowley.

“Ready?” Cas asked. Crowley looked to Sam to make sure he was okay before he nodded to Cas.

~~~

In the blink of an eye all four were back in the bunker, safe and sound.

“Cas,” Crowley stopped him. “This isn’t their normal regression. The boys were poison with some sort of dust they made them regress.”

Castiel looked at Crowley confused. His eyes shifted back to Dean who confirmed what he was saying with a silent nod.

“Can’t you do some of your Angel magic and get it out of the boys?”

“I don’t know if it will work but it’s worth a try.”

Castiel places a hand on Dean then on Sam. The boys looked at each other worried before Castiel’s hands started to glow. Suddenly the two started cough and out came the witch’s dust they inhaled.

“There you are, better?” Cas asked Dean who just nodded.

“How do you feel?” Crowley asked Sam.

“I feel…better. Not overwhelmingly regressed anymore but…not too big either.” He sheepishly said.

Crowley hummed as he took in his boy. He definitely needed a change and some comfort before anything else was to be done.

“Cassie? I’m going to take my boy to get change.” Crowley announced making Sam blush.

“Don’t be too long. I want to talk to you about all this.” Cas replied with a glare.

Again Crowley just rolled his eyes before taking Sam hand in his own, “Why don’t you show me to your room?”

Sam nodded and led the way down the halls of the bunker to his room. Crowley had never been in the bunker before this, with the heavy amount of warding and the secrecy. So he was a bit curious to his little ones room.

Sam opened the door and led Crowley into his room. Inside his bag from the hotel had magically appeared (probably thanks to Castiel) along with all his supplies. But other than that you would never guess he was a Regressor at all.

Crowley stood my the door and admired the room. It was a bit plain but then again Sam, like Dean, had been hiding his regression. But now with Dean also being a regressor maybe there was a chance for the both of them to be more open about it now.

Sam didn’t really say a word, he just grabbed a box under his bed and pulled his moose stuffie from inside it. He brought the moose close and just hugged it. With a shuttered breath in and out, he looked up at Crowley with tears in his eyes.

It was as if everything was starting to hit him now that he was back in the safety of his own room with his stuffie and his Papa.

“There, there my little moose. It’s all over now. You’re safe with Papa.”

Crowley crossed the room and sat on his bed. He held Sam’s hand and urged him to sit down beside him. But Sam just shook his head no.

“I wasn’t good Papa.”

“Darling, you were no such thing.”

“No! I was bad! I didn’t save Dean! I had an accident! And I couldn’t even get my hand free. I’m bad. Bad hunter and a bad brother.” Sam cried.

Crowley leaned forward and took one of Sam’s hand into his own. “Sam, I want you to look at me for a moment darling.”

After a moment Sam lifted his tear stained eyes to meet Crowley’s.

“None of this is your fault. You did not plan on getting kidnapped, you did not plan on having an accident and you did not plan on Dean getting involved in all of this either. Everything that happened today was out of your control and isn’t your fault.”

His words started to sink into Sam, who was starting to process it all. After another moment Sam spoke up again, “But…now Dean knows.”

“Yes…but you also know about his regression as well. Which I’ve always saw coming.”

“No you didn’t!”

“Yes I did, clear as day. But the point is, you boy aren’t so different as you think you are from one another. You’re both in the same boat and you both know that boat well. Maybe in some strange way, this was all meant to be.”

Now that, that really started to hit Sam. Maybe it was meant to be. He was so tired of hiding, maybe this was the opportunity for the two to Regress in peace and maybe even regress with one another.

“Now, I say we get you change, have a little cuddle and then go see Cas and Dean. I’m sure Dean is just as worried about you as you are about him.”

Sam nodded and followed as Crowley helped him to the bathroom to get changed. But all that kept playing in his head was what he was going to say to his brother.

~~~

Hand in hand Crowley and Sam walked back to the main part of the bunker. Sam, now I’m a plaid shirt, some pajama pants and another pull up, looked around anxiously for his brother. But when they arrived there was no one around.

“Wow,” Crowley said sarcastically, “So much for hurry up because ‘I want to talk to you about all this!’ ” Crowley said trying to do his best Castiel impression towards the end.

“I do want to talk to you about all this.” Castiel appeared with Dean at his side, now changed into some plaid and pjs as well. “I don’t believe you didn’t have a part in this.”

“Well you’re going to be very shocked.” Crowley said with his usual sarcasm.

Crowley looked to Sam who was fidgeting nervously, “You going to be okay for a minute while I talk to Cas?”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah of course. I just…I really want to talk to Dean.”

Crowley looked at Sam unsure but understood that he needed this time with his brother alone, and he respected that.

“Alright,” He patted his back.

Castiel looked to Dean, “If you need me just call okay?” He said to Dean getting a small nod.

After that Castiel and Crowley walked down the hallway of the bunker to go talk, leaving Dean and Sam alone together.

~~~

Sam had it all planned out in his head. He had this long winded speech he was going to say to Dean explaining everything that happened and about his regression and more.

“Dean, so you see-.”

But he didn’t even get more than four words in before his brother crossed the room and hugged him tightly. Sam, for a moment, just froze. The hug was unexpected but not unwelcomed.

Sam wrapped his arms around him and hugged his brother back. For a moment the two just stayed like that, hugging one another tightly.

After a moment Dean spoke up, “I’m so sorry Sammy.”

Sam shook his head, still hugging his brother tightly, “There’s nothing to apologize for. Neither one of us did anything wrong.” He said taking Crowley’s advice.

The two broke apart from their hug, and when they did they weren’t the adult badass hunters they always portrayed themselves to be. In this moment they were just two Littles. Not quite regressed but very vulnerable still.

“Let’s have a seat and talk about all this.” Dean joked, waving his hand in front of the two of them. Sam chuckled and followed his lead, sitting at one of the table across from his brother.

“So…um…when did you start…or I mean when did you-.”

“Right after you left for college.” Dean quickly explained. “I didn’t really have a name for it back then. All I knew was that nothing else but this was helping. No amount of alcohol, sex or anything could calm me down like regression could.”

“Yeah, same here.” Sam nodded among.

“Really?”

“Yeah I started when I was in college. Jess is actually the one who suggested it to me. I regressed with her whenever I was stressed out from finals or whatever. Then after you came back I sort of put regression on hold.”

“Yeah, I’ve been putting it on hold too. I never had anyone to look after me whenever I did regress. But eventually Cas talked to me about it.” Dean’s face started to turn red with a slight blush. “So I regress with him. He’s my Caregiver.” Dean said a bit shy.

“Yeah, I figured.” Sam sat back with a smirk.

“Hey!” Dean laughed back, “What about you? You really regress with Crowley? Really? Crowley?” Dean looked confused.

“Yeah,” now it was Sam’s turn blush. “It’s actually a funny story. You remember when I went on that hunt a while back? You stayed back in the bunker and I went solo.”

“Yeah I remember.”

“It wasn’t a ghost issue, it was a demon issue. Crowley was involved with it which I didn’t know at the time. To make a long story short since I was alone and badly hurt. One of them grabbed me and hit my head against the wall. I saw stars. Just before I passed out I saw Crowley and a separate group of demons start attacking the ones that hurt me. Next thing I know I woke up in hell.”

“In hell?! Why did you tell me about all of this?!!”

“Because I didn’t want you to know about my regression and there was no real way of telling the story without it.” Sam explained.

Before Dean could protest, Sam continued on, “When I woke up in hell I was in some sort of mansion type section. It was Crowley’s home in hell. The only problem? I woke up regressed. Crowley took care of me. He was confused at first but then he sort of figured it out. He wasn’t the way he normal is…he was kinder, gentle. If I wasn’t there I wouldn’t have believed it myself.”

“But the point is,” Sam continued, “I haven’t felt truly safe and comfortable like that in a long time. After I came out of my regression I was angry and shy about the whole thing. But instead of making fun of me or telling everyone about it, he was just as kind as he was to…little me. So I became his Little, going on “solo hunts” which were really just excuse to go and see him and Rowena.”

Dean smiled, “Rowena too?”

“Yeah surprisingly her too. She really like to take care of me. I’m sure she’d love you too.” Sam smiled as well.

“I’m happy for you Sammy. You deserve someone who will take good care of you.”

“Thanks. You deserve that too Dean. After all you need much more care than me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean crossed his arms. It was becoming evident that the two weren’t as big was they were a moment prior.

“You’re much younger than me headspace wise. So now I’m the older brother.”

“Nu un!”

“Yeah un!”

“How am I younger than you? You have accidents just like I do!”

“For starters I wear pull-ups. Do you?” Sam asked but Dean didn’t answer, he just turned his head away as a blush creeped onto his face.

“And second of all I don’t suck my thumb. So that makes me the oldest! So…I’ll watch out for you just like you always did for me.”

Dean looked back over to his brother with a hopeful expression, “You don’t have to-.”

“No no no, I want to. I’ve always wanted to but you’ve always looked out for me. Now I get the opportunity to look out for you.” Sam smiled again.

“But also you have to do what I say because I’m the oldest.” Sam quickly said.

Dean rolled his eyes, “That’s not how it works.”

“That’s definitely how it works.”

“What if I don’t listen?”

“Then I’ll tell Castiel.” Sam crossed his arms.

Dean gasped, “You wouldn’t!”

“Try me baby bro.” Sam smirked.

“That’s cruel…even for you.” Dean chuckled.

“So umm…” Dean began to say, “Do you have any toys or a stuffie or…”

“Yeah! Yeah, Papa got me this moose stuffie and it’s my favorite! Mabel goes with me everywhere!” Sam stood up and Dean followed.

“I have a stuffie too! Actually I have two because they’re married dogs. Ones name is Ozzie and the others name is Sharon.”

“That’s so awesome! We gotta introduce them to one another!”

“Yeah! Let’s go!”

And so the two Littles took off down the hallway of the bunker towards their respective rooms.

~~~

“Whether you like it or not it’s the truth Cassie. Promise. Sam is my Little and has been for months now. If I wanted to harm the boy I would’ve had the opportunity to do it plenty of times but I would never. I know this might be a shock to you, but I actually care about him a lot, both regressed and not regressed.”

Castiel nodded his head, finally able to see past the cockiness Crowley usually retained.

“And since your little squirrel is a Little too, that makes us co-parents to the Winchesters.” Crowley smirked. Castiel rolled his eyes.

“How old is Sam’s headspace?” Castiel asked.

“Oh he’s somewhere between…” Crowley started to trail off.

“Somewhere between?” Castiel looked at Crowley confused to why he was trailing off.

“Well he’s older than Dean but not by much,” Crowley started to say but he trailed off again, his mind was elsewhere.

“Listen.”

Castiel paused for a moment and listened but he was silent. “Listen to what?”

“Exactly. Two Littles were talking to one another and now they’re both silent?” Crowley raised an eye brow.

The two sat for a moment and listened to the silence before they both, in unison, jumped up from where they were sitting in the kitchen and rushed to the main part of the bunker to see where their Littles were.

But as they past Dean’s room, Castiel grabbed Crowley’s arm and stopped him in his tracks. Without saying a word the two Caregiver just watched. Both leaning into the room with a big smirk on their faces as they watched Sam and Dean on the floor playing with hot wheel cars together.

There was definitely going to be an adjustment period, not only for the Caregivers but for the Littles too. But, in the end, it’s all worth it. The Winchesters never had a peaceful childhood. But now was their chance to start again.

[mocha-mama-bear]

Looking for friends, possible lil one.

Check out my pinned post for general info!

Im 22 female, sfw and platonic caregiver, ive been in the general agere/petre community for close to 6 or so years now.

Im in Louisiana and looking for local ish or long distance friends and mutuals!

I love cottagecore, yallternative, goblincore, pastel goth, cryptidcore.

Im a mamabear and mamawolf mostly!

Lets be friends.