#squat regression

[fitnessmith]

Régresser à l'entrainement est une très bonne chose et voici pourquoi

NOUVEAU 👉 Régresser à l'entrainement est une très bonne chose et voici pourquoi

Vous poussez régulièrement vos limites à l’entrainement et votre force augmente. Néanmoins, un beau jour, c’est le drame, car, vous n’arrivez plus à pousser aussi lourd au développé couché ( ou autre exercice de référence ). Votre égo s’effondre et vous pensez même que vos muscles vont disparaitre dans les 48 à 72 h si vous ne faites rien. Rassurez-vous, c’est une très bonne chose, et voici…

[darkbluekies]

What if reader did somehow manage to escape Silas for at least more then a year?

White bunny

Mafia!yandere OC x reader

Summary: a year has passed since you escaped Silas. When he finally finds you, you're a shell of what you once were and he desperately tries piecing you back together.

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, panic attacks, a bit of age regressing? (I don't know), broken reader, knife

Word count: 1.6k

He’s found you. He’s finally found you. For a year you’ve managed to keep yourself out of his reach … but not anymore. You’re going to come back home now. He can’t stand to be away from you even a second more. 

“Pick the lock”, Silas tells one of his men. “Quietly. If we wake up the other residents in this building they’ll call the cops.”

The man in front of him nods and sinks down on his knees by the front door with his hands full of supplies. Silas watches as he picks the lock with a satisfying feeling in his body. He’ll be able to hold you soon. A year has been too much for him. He usually can’t stay away from you for three hours … let alone a year. The second he sees you, he’ll capture you in his strong arms and never let you go again. His heart hammers in his chest at the thought that there’s only a locked door in between you. Soon. 

“It’s open”, the man says. 

Silas smiles and opens the door. The apartment is dimly lit, an indication that you must be asleep. His heart swells. Oh, how pretty you must be. 

Sadly, one of his men knocks over a vase with his machete. Silas can hear it crash against the floor, but has no time to stop it. Mortified, he looks around, expecting you to stand in any of the door frames. He’s quiet as a dead mouse, listening. He can hear moving in the room to his left and grabs the handle. Locked? He tries again, harsher this time.

“I know it’s you”, he can hear your voice whisper from the other side of the door. “Leave, Silas.”

“L-Leave?” he repeats. “Are you nuts? I’ve been looking for you for a whole fucking year, baby! I’m not going anywhere. And if I am, you’re coming with me. Don’t make me break down this door.”

He feels like a feral animal. Every inch of his body needs to feel you and he’ll go crazy soon if he doesn’t get to have you.

“I’m not going anywhere”, you spit.

Silas turns to his men and gestures for them to pick the lock. Only a few minutes later, Silas opens the door. You’re crouched down in the darkest corner of the bedroom with a knife held out in front of you. Silas breaks out into a relieved smile. It’s really you. His dear, little Y/N. 

“Why don’t you put down the knife before you hurt yourself and come over here and give me a big hug, hm?” he asks and opens his arms. 

“I’d rather plunge the knife through my heart”, you growl back. 

Taken aback is an understatement. Silas frowns in shock. 

“Why?” he wonders. 

“I don’t want your filthy hands on me!”

“Well, that’s not up to you to choose-”

“No, I’m serious, don’t touch me!”

He freezes at your tone. You sound absolutely horrified at the thought of him touching you? Everything about your body language is in defense. You seem ready to attack him if he moves just the slightest bit closer. You’ve never been like this before. WHat has happened to you?

“Y/N, put down the knife”, he says again, calmer this time, testing the waters. “I’m just going to talk to you. Okay?”

You shake your head quickly, lifting the knife with shaking hands. 

“Take it”, he orders one of his men. 

The designated man moves closer and you swing the knife wherever you can reach, cutting him here and there, but he is like a machine — not moving an inch. He grabs the knife out of your hands and backs away. You’re defenseless now, just like Silas wants you to be. He walks over to you and sinks down in a squat to take in the sight of you. Your entire body is shaking violently, wide eyes following his slightest motions. Silas reaches out his hand to stroke your head and calm you down, but you scream in terror and cover your face with your arms. 

“Baby, I wasn’t going to hurt you”, he says, growing worried. “What’s wrong, little thing?”

he can hear you whisper something and leans closer to hear. A mantra of ‘don’t touch me, don’t touch me’ leaves your trembling lips. He can feel his heart sink to his stomach. Did he do this to you? He can’t have … can he?

“Give me the rope”, he says over his shoulder. “If I can’t touch them, I have to make a leash or something.”

Your cries escalate. Silas turns to look at you with even more despair.

“P-Please”, you beg incoherently. “A-Anything but that. Please!”

Silas gulps. This is his doing, a hundred percent. The touching can be coincidental, but he’s the only one who’s kept you tied. Things start to click together. Oh, what an idiot he is. 

“Little thing, look at me”, he says. “I’m not going to touch you and I’m not going to tie you, but I’m not leaving this apartment without you. You got that?”

You nod quickly. He wants nothing more than to wipe your tears and hold you tightly in his arms, but he won’t be able to hear more of your cries. He starts to think of a way to get you out of here without frightening you even more, but his worries are quickly resolved. The lack of air you got when hyperventilating has made you black out.

“I’ll take them”, Silas says and lifts you up in his arms. “Don’t worry, little thing, when we get home, you’ll go back to normal.”

Oh, how wrong Silas was. You’re quiet and reserved and refuse to be touched. All you do is sit in bed while hugging your legs to your body and keep your eyes down on the mattress. He has to come up with a solution to make you relax. You haven’t slept or eaten in days now. He leaves to go to the store in hope to find something to get you loosened up. While looking through aisles of scented candles and body lotion, he sees the children’s department. With one last resort, he walks over to the stuffed animals. 

“Are you sure Y/N would like a stuffed animal?” his second in command asks hesitantly. 

“What other fucking choice do I have?” he groans. “If they refuse to hug me, I guess I have to find a substitute. I can’t fucking listen to their crying anymore. They barely want to be in the same bed as me. This has to stop before I go insane.”

“Which one should you pick?”

“I think the white bunny will be the best alternative.”

He picks out the fluffy animal and heads straight for the cashier. The woman seems to recognize him, but doesn’t say anything. Silas is grateful for it. He’s in no headspace to be dealing with people today. All he wants is to see his little angel happy. 

When he comes home, he notices that his bedroom door is open. 

“Shit!” he gasps and looks around, seeing his second in command. “Get the car, they escaped again!”

He’s just about to pass the guest room when he notices that the door is ajar. Carefully, he peaks in, finding you lying on the bed in a fetal position. Silas sticks out his head in the corridor and alerts the second in command that you’re found before sneaking into the guest room. 

“Hey, baby”, he whispers gently. “I got you something.”

You don’t move. 

“Here”, he says, placing the white bunny on the bedside table. 

Silas holds his breath, waiting for your reaction. He silently begs for you to like it. Carefully, you sit up and pet the soft toy. Silas notices how your eyes aren’t … dull anymore. You seem to recognize the toy somehow. 

“D-Do you like it?” Silas asks nervously. 

“Bunny …”, you whisper. 

“Yes! Yes, it’s a bunny. I got it for you. Do you like it?”

You nod slowly and take it in your hands. For a few seconds you feel around before hugging it close to your chest. Silas breathes out in relief. 

“Why are you here?” he asks. “I thought you ran away again …”

“I didn’t want to be in there”, you mumble. “Want to be away from you.”

“But … you’re mine. We’re meant to be together. I haven’t touched or tied you a single time since we came home. Why can’t you at least acknowledge my presence?”

“Scary …”

“I’m not meaning to- … wait, why do you talk like that?”

You look at him questionably. 

“You talk … almost baby like”, he says slowly. “What’s going on?”

You hug the bunny closer. 

“Oh … I get it”, he says, nodding. “Would you like to watch ‘Scooby Doo’ with me? In the living room? We can get you some vanilla ice cream and those cookies you mentioned that you liked when you were a kid.”

You nod. Silas breaks out into a smile and nods along. 

“Alright”, he says. “Let’s go downstairs.”

You voluntarily follow him down to the living room, hugging the toy closely. He can’t seem to figure out why you suddenly started to act younger than you actually are, but he's not going to question it. You’re not crying, you’re not telling him to go away. That’s good enough. He creates a fort of pillows and blankets on the floor for the two of you to sit on, almost making a pillow fort. If you need childhood stuff, he’ll give them to you. 

Silas gives you glances throughout the movie. He knows he has gotten a second chance. You’re broken and it’s all because of him. He breathes in. This time, he’ll be careful. He’ll never hurt you again.

[regressionschool]

Profession: Barista

As you gaze down at Arella, a warm smile spreads across your face. She's sitting on the floor, surrounded by an array of soft toys that imitate picnic foods – a plush sandwich, a fluffy cupcake, and a squishy watermelon slice. Arella's eyes are bright with excitement as she arranges and rearranges the toys, lost in her own little world of make-believe.

Arella's story here at the regression school is a bit different from the others. Unlike many of the girls who arrived here reluctantly, Arella embraced the idea of regression wholeheartedly. It was a welcome escape from her monotonous life as a barista, trapped in a dead-end job with no prospects for advancement. From the moment she arrived, Arella made it clear that she wanted to fully embrace her new role as a little girl. She eagerly asked to be put into diapers, never once expressing a desire to use the potty like the other girls.

One aspect of Arella's past life that she carried with her into regression was her love for fulfilling orders. As a barista, she thrived on the satisfaction of meeting her customers' needs, and she approached her new role with the same level of dedication. Arella takes great pride in being a good girl and eagerly fulfills your requests, whether it's fetching a toy or bringing you a snack.

When you utter the words "hot and steamy," Arella's response is immediate and instinctive. Without hesitation, she obediently squats down and fills her diaper, a flush of embarrassment tinting her cheeks as she obeys your command.

As Arella finishes filling her diaper, she looks up at you with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation, waiting for your approval. You offer her a gentle smile and a reassuring pat on the head, letting her know that she's done well. In that moment, as she sits surrounded by her toys, Arella radiates with a sense of contentment and belonging, secure in the knowledge that she is a good girl who has pleased her caregiver.

picture property of Arella Bell

[littlebumblebeesstuff]

Request: heyy idk if you write for bucky barnes but if you do could you do a bucky x little reader who's never had someone who actually cared for her? like she never had a cg or her parents always neglected her so she keeps feeling like shes a burden to Bucky?

For @crazyforbarnes - I hope you enjoy!

Notes: GN!Reader, fluff, angst, mentions of trust issues and neglect

Not alone anymore

Work. Home. Eat. Sleep.

Work. Home. Eat. Sleep.

Work. Home. Eat. Sleep.

The repetitive routine was long and hard but you just kept pushing through. You had always had to work hard and you had no choice but to work in the little downtown cafe to pay rent and bills.

Of course Bucky had tried to encourage you to move in with him, but you were so ingrained into your own personal survival mode that you kept refusing.

The only escape you had was stepping into your little apartment, or into Bucky's floor in the Tower and letting yourself regress.

Unfortunately, there was a difference between regressing alone and with Bucky.

When alone you could be as little as 3, and you had the small spare room as your little space so that you wouldn't hurt yourself.

With Bucky, you never got younger than 6/7.

To say you had parental issues was an overstatement. Born the 7th child of a family that couldn't care for themselves you were often neglected and left to look after yourself.

So when Bucky stepped into his place as your dada, you couldn't stop yourself from still trying to be independent.

It was finally the weekend and you were staying with Bucky in the Tower. He was in the kitchen cooking as you finished up some paperwork.

You had been pushing away your regression for the whole week, under pressure to finish this project but now you were just overwhelmed, over tired, hungry, and frustrated.

All too big for your little brain to handle at the moment.

Bucky had a 6th sense about your regression. He knew that you were holding back but he always let you do what you wanted to do so that he could build that trust. He knew that you struggled to let anyone in and to let yourself be loved, but he hated seeing how hard you worked yourself because you believed that was the only way you would be worthy of attention and praise.

With a dish towel slung over his shoulder he walked up behind you where you were working at the dining table and gently starts to rub your shoulders, hoping to give you a little nudge towards regressing.

"Hiya pumpkin, dinner is almost ready. How about we get you into some comfies, huh?"

His voice was a soft rumble, tugging at that loose thread in your head in hopes that it would all unravel.

"Can't da-Bucky, gotta finish 'dis" Your own words were soft and slurred as you did feel yourself slipping.

The appeal of getting into comfy pjs and cuddling your dada while a movie played was slowly starting to take over the urge to finish the project.

"Hmmm.... Pumpkin, it's not your job to finish all this. You can go in on Monday and your team can help you. You need to rest too. You deserve it"

You shook your head, doubling down on your work. Your stubbornness drew a sigh from Bucky who gently took the pencil from you and pulled the chair away from the desk so you couldn't keep working.

He squatted down, cool metal hand cupping your cheek as he guides you to look at him.

"Baby, it's time to stop. No more working tonight, how about we-"

"But I have to finish dis!" You normally would never interrupt Bucky, but right now you were on the verge of regressing and also your exhaustion and frustration was starting to manifest itself as a temper tantrum.

Rather than getting frustrated, Bucky held your hands in his, attempting to calm you down a little bit.

"Pumpkin... can you tell me why you don't want me to look after you and help you regress? Am I doing something wrong?"

Bucky felt confused. He worked so hard to make you feel safe and comfortable when you regressed, but it was as if you didn't trust him.

"I- I, you not doing something wrong.." Your speech started to slip more and more, your own frustrations becoming too difficult to explain.

"I just never had a daddy or mummy.... always jus' me"

You couldn't bring yourself to look at Bucky as you spoke, instead deciding to look at your feet.

Bucky felt his heart break at your words. It wasn't that you didn't trust him- you simply didn't know how to let yourself be little and let someone look after you.

"Ok..... ok. Pumpkin, how about tonight we try something different, hmm? How about dada makes all the big decisions and you can just relax"

Bucky hoped that by getting you to agree to let him make decisions that you would let yourself properly regress without your survival instincts kicking in.

You take a moment to think about it.... it did sound nice to have dada making all the big decisions...

Finally you nod and Bucky breaks out into a big smile, kissing your forehead.

"That's dada's brave lil' pumpkin! Now, let's get you into some comfies"

Scooping you up into his arms, Bucky walks into his room, all the while pressing kisses over your cheeks, forehead, and nose.

By your little giggles, he was already very aware that you had regressed younger than you ever had before with him.

However, when you first brought up age regression he had done so much research and had bought a load of different things for different ages.

Wanting to give you the best experience as he could, he kept you on his hip as he dug around in his drawers for a duck print onesie that he had always wanted to use.

Once he had it, he sat you on the bed and helped you get changed.

"Aaand there goes one sock! And two socks! Now we gotta lift those little arms up to take your top off- that's it, you are doing so good Pumpkin!"

Soon you were in the fluffy duck print onesie, with fluffy socks in to protect your feet from the cold tiles of the floor.

Before leaving the room, he snuck a paci into his pocket.

Bucky took you through to the living room, setting you down on the massive sofa and making sure that you were propped up by pillows. He asked Jarvis to put on Bluey for you while he went and sorted dinner.

He could still see you from the open plan kitchen as he put the meal that he had originally prepared in the fridge and instead made you a plate of chicken nuggets, apple slices, cheese cubes, carrots and some goldfish crackers.

You were really engrossed in the cartoon that Bucky had to sit you on his lap and hand fed you your food.

He praised you for every bite and kissed your cheeks when you finished everything.

It felt so natural to be looking after you like this. You let yourself relax and you were so desperate for it that you couldn't even try to look after yourself.

Soon you were full and snuggled up on Buckys lap, staring to doze off as your day of big emotions caught up with you. Looking down to check up on you, Bucky smiled as he sees that you have put your thumb in your mouth as you self soothe.

"Oh baby, let's not put our fingers in our mouth- look, dada has a paci for you"

He gently pulls your thumb out of your mouth, aware that you are half asleep and eases the paci in to replace it.

Your eyes slip shut as you sook on the paci, your body finally giving in and letting you drift off to dreamland.

Bucky waits for a couple of minutes, to make sure he doesn't disturb you, before slowly standing up and carrying you to bed.

He asks Jarvis to turn everything off as he tucks you into bed before quickly changing into his own pyjama pants and laying in bed, tucking you into his chest.

Sometimes you will have bad days, ones where you feel like you have to look after yourself. But Bucky will always be there to help you.

[timidpumpkin]

Can I get a reaction when reader want to go to carnival or other fun places and then they got lost and ended up at their own home

Is the reader going to escape or go back to their daddies TYSM🤗

Hiiii🥰🥰🥰💜💜💜. I loved this idea sooo much and it really helped get me out of the writer's block funk I was in! It’s a litttle bit different from what you asked so I hope that’s okay and you still like it!! Thank you so so much, I loved writing this!!~~~~~💖💖💖💖💖

(pictures are not my own)

Helpless (Stucky x reader)

Pairing: Dark!Stucky x f!reader

Warnings/tags: Dark!Stucky, Daddy!Stucky, Female reader, stockholm syndrome, forced age regression, mention of previous kidnapping, reader gets lost, mild injury to reader, Implied reader has small hands in comparison because Stucky is gigantic (fact), Angst, Fluff, Comfort. Reader baby-talks as well, Lots o' cute nicknames (as usual).

Word count: 4.1k

Tagging a few of the absolutely lovely people who have supported me this whole time. I love you and appreciate you all more than i can express. @haleyhunwritess @ppatricia34me @hoplessfussybambi @canyonmooncreations @sapphyslittlenook

P.S. i'm gonna start a tag list so lemme know if you wanna be added <3

It was getting a bit cooler now. 

The previously bright day had been overtaken by navy shadows that bring nippy wisps of air that catch on your exposed arms, sending chills throughout you. 

“I told you we should have used the long-sleeved one,” Steve remarks to Bucky as he watches you make a tiny shiver.

Bucky rolls his eyes at him, knowing you were the one who insisted on this specific onesie when he dressed you this afternoon. With an eager look on your face, you held it up to him, proudly showing him how it would match perfectly with some leg warmers you found in your drawer. He couldn’t argue with that, not when your giddy smile and sweet eyes looked at him while holding it up as high as you could for him.

“Come here babydoll,” Bucky says, squatting down a bit to get closer to your level. 

You don't hear him for a second. Not even your numbed fingertips could distract you from the bright lights that reflect off your eyes. You’ve been watching the multicolored Ferris wheel since you got here. You wanted to go on it so bad. 

Thus far, you’ve only been allowed to play the ground games. Though, you can’t complain too much now that you’ve collected quite a load of new stuffies to bring home. You’d like to think yourself pretty talented at these games–maybe too talented. 

You’ve all but completely missed the harsh glares Bucky gives the poor workers when they tell you “awh too bad” when you miss the target, but then proceed to hand you whichever stuffed animal or toy you’d been wanting anyway. You’d turn around to your daddies, excitingly showing them your prize and proudly exclaiming “I won! I won!” and Bucky would always tell you how good of a job you did every time.

“Babydoll?” Bucky calls again, bringing you back to reality, his voice sweet, as if he’s teasing you a bit, knowing how much you've enjoyed this outing.

It was a tough call. Bringing you here. They knew how much you wanted to go. Ever since Peter babbled on and on about his trip to the carnival at his birthday party a few months ago, you’ve been begging them ever since. It’s not that they didn't want to take you. It could never be that. They just weren’t sure if it would be safe…

“There’s all kinds of creeps at those things!” Steve argues to Bucky, turning around as if that’s the last word and final say about it. 

“I know. I know. But…she really wants to go. Plus…it’s not like we’ll ever let her out of our sight.” Bucky tries to reason, knowing it was something they would enjoy too. He has several fond memories of dragging Steve along with him through the bustling crowds of people just so he could play–and win–all the games he could, always asking Steve which prize he wanted before promising him he’d win it on the first try. Long before he knew of what true cruelties lived beyond their hometown, Bucky had already mastered the art of staring down unfair showmen who would poke fun at Steve’s then narrower figure.

Bucky just couldn’t help the almost giddy feeling he got just at the idea of holding you up high while you throw one of those balls with all your might to win some oversized stuffed animal that you’d undoubtedly insist on carrying on your own despite it being twice your height.

“We could even get one of those leash things,” he suggests, the idea popping into his mind like it’s the most brilliant thing, remembering how he showed the leashed froggy backpack he saw a while ago to Steve.

“It’s not just that,” Steve admits, brows furrowed as he sits on the edge of the bed, a sad and worried look overtaking his features that makes Bucky want to cave to anything he’d ask. “what if…” he trails off, not meeting Bucky’s gaze, “what if…she tries to run off?” he says quietly as if the fear itself would be brought to life if he spoke it too loudly. 

It had been a long while since you tried to run away. All things considered, you seemed to be fully adjusted now. Every so often you would act up, but only in the way that all little girls would every now and then. They would always punish you appropriately, the way all good daddies would, reminding you that your life with them is your life, and that the horrid life you had before you was one never meant for a sweet innocent little girl like you. 

They saved you. Steve routinely reminded you as such, but he didn’t have to. Bucky could tell you knew it was true now just by the way your bright eyes greeted them every morning. You knew that you were only good and safe with them to take care of you. His little girl couldn't even function without them now. It was exactly how it was supposed to be.

Bucky thinks for a moment, walking closer to Steve and kneeling on the floor in front of him. He pushes his way into him, maneuvering himself between Steve’s legs, and scoops his distressed hands into his, kissing them both before looking back up to Steve. 

“She won’t.” he says, thick air questioning if it's true. 

But his words say more than just that. The meaningful look in Bucky’s eyes tell Steve that no matter what, they’ll always have you. And that there was no way you could get away from them. Bucky knew it wasn't just the fear of physically losing you, but the fear of hurt that they would feel if you even tried. 

Steve smiles a bit, his hands pulling Bucky up so that he’s now standing between his legs. He takes his hands, sliding them down from Bucky’s sides to his hips where they rest for the moment. 

“Alright,” Steve sighs, looking up to Bucky, and pulling him a bit closer by his belt loops, “but any sign of trouble, we leave” Steve states, seriousness in his tone, the same kind of voice he uses when they’re on missions together. 

“As if it would be any other way.” Bucky remarks, a smirk teasing his face as he dips his head down a bit to meet his lips with Steve’s. Steve sighs into his kiss, feeling the tension leaving his body just by Bucky’s stable words and secure presence.

“You think too much Rogers” Bucky teases after breaking from the kiss, thinking of all the times Steve would try to worm his way out of Bucky having to go on a mission with him in fear of his partner getting hurt–whether it be mentally or physically–Steve couldn't bare the thought of having to see Bucky like he was when he saw him for the first time in this new world. 

“Can’t help it,” he breathes, Bucky never ceasing to take his breath away from his all-encompassing kisses. “I love you two more than anything,” he says earnestly as if it’s the only known fact in the universe. 

“I know” Bucky smiles, “I know.”

“Oh-sorry Daddy!” you turn around, not meaning to ignore him. He holds out a sweatshirt and you instinctively hold up your arms so he can help put it on you. “Did you see the Ferris wheel Daddy?” you ask excitingly for the third time that night. Bucky chuckles a bit. 

“Yes, I did,” he answers as if it’s the first he’s hearing about it while putting some soft-knitted mittens he had in his pocket on your hands. “M’not sure if Dada heard though,” he whispers to you, “maybe you should go tell him,” he informs you with a wink. 

You hurriedly run over to Steve, jumping in place over and over again in front of him. 

“Dada! Dada!” you take his hand and drag him a bit closer to where you had the best view of the colorful wheel. “Look!” you point and turn to him with an excited expression. “Can we go? Please? Pretty please? Please please please please-” you babble over and over again while continuing to jump up and down until you’ve all but run out of air in your lungs. 

Steve looks at the contraption suspiciously, not trusting of the achy-sounding metal, and certainly not wanting his little girl near anything dangerous. He catches a glimpse of Bucky though, who’s contagiously smiling at you both, and remembers how often Bucky tells him not to worry so much. 

“Okay-okay” Steve caves, unable to help but smile at your hyper manner right now. “Just this once, then we can go home and get you all nice and warm” he teasingly pinches at your cold cheeks.

“Yayayay!” you literally scream out, not even caring one bit that he said it was only once or that you had to go home after this. You were more than overjoyed that you got to ride it at all. 

You start to make a sprint for it, only getting a few feet when resistance yanks you back, stopping you in your tracks and forcing you to steady yourself from the unexpected halt in momentum. Steve hadn’t even pulled on the backpack at all, it was just your pure running and his not moving an inch that caused you to ricochet back a bit. It’s a wonder you didn't fall flat on your behind. 

“Heh-sorry!” you sheepishly laugh it off and wait patiently for them to catch up with you in basically two full steps for them. 

As you make the short walk to the diminishing line in the late hour, Steve stops to tie his shoe, occupying both of his hands. You swing your arms aimlessly around waiting for him to finish while looking around. 

As you mindlessly scan the area around you, your head does a double take as you recognize something. 

No–someone. 

You watch the stranger in confusion until the remnants of memory come back to you. It was a friend. But this person wasn’t Peter or Wanda…no. It was a friend from…before.

It disorients you, confusion washing over you and placing a pit in your stomach as your life before now was mostly forgotten and placed in a dusty cardboard box in the back of your mind’s vaults. 

You watch as they walk away, towards where you know leads to the parking lot. And as if something takes over you, you start following their footsteps, unhinderedly drifting away from where Steve and Bucky are. 

As you mindlessly follow, several feet behind, memories of your past life replay in your mind. They playback in black and white as if you’re watching one of those really old movies Steve likes to show you sometimes. 

Then you hazily remember when they first found you…took you. Emotions of how scared and confused you were overtake your mind. You remember how they kept you in the house, never letting you leave. 

“Sily girl, Dada can’t kidnap what’s already his,” Steve would tell you every time you’d harshly accuse him of kidnapping you. 

“No one can protect you like we can,” Bucky would shush you after one of his punishments when you had pushed too hard. “Daddy only does this ‘cause he loves you.” he’d brush over your already bruising skin before carefully wiping away the tears that he had ignored for hours before.

Some nights you’d wake from nightmares, the specifics of it not mattering when Steve would find you crying into your stuffie. He never hesitated to pick you up and let you weep into his shoulder. Always whispering that you were okay, that you were safe. 

“It’s okay angel, Dada’s here. You’re safe with me. I’ll always keep you safe. Always.” he’d repeat to you sincerely, holding onto you so tightly, as if the slightest loosening of his grip meant the very air around him would harm you.

To him though, it was true. Nothing could hurt you as long as you were in his arms. He’d carry you downstairs, where Bucky would tell you that nightmares didn’t matter “‘cause they aren’t real, doll…not like me and Dada.” he’d caress your warm cheeks while Steve fetched you some cold milk. They’d stay up with you as long as you needed, not even daring to shut an eye until you felt safe enough to sleep again.

And truthfully…you did. You did feel safe. 

Maybe it was strange…the way you sought their comfort…their touch…their love, when you fought it in the beginning. 

And you did fight…hard. 

But every retaliation you made only ended in harsh grabs. Every effort to push them away resulted in lacerated reminders. Every moment you spent denying what they told you only yielded unrestrained punishments. 

“My sweet girl…you’ll learn soon enough. Fighting us only makes it harder for you.” Steve would stroke your cheek through the bars of your crib. “All you have to do is listen to what we say. We know what’s best for you, angel.” he’d say before leaving you all tied up and alone for hours…sometimes days. 

And then, after you’d more than cried yourself dry, throat scratchy from lack of hydration, he’d appear to you, asking if you’d learned your lesson. Your body would somehow discover new tears as you’d plead with him, promising him you’d be a good girl. 

It’s then that he’d smile down at you so sweetly, lifting your limp body from its cushiony cage and shower you with endless affection. 

He’d drown you with attention, never allowing you to lift a finger. He’d clean you up with your favorite scented soap, and after you were all done, Bucky would present you with a new set of soft clothes they bought just for you for taking your punishment so so well. They’d play your favorite shows and message every sore spot on your tired body after ordering from your favorite type of take out, something you never even told them. There wasn’t a moment where they weren’t touching you in some way, dousing you with sweet words about how much they loved their beautiful helpless little girl. 

Helpless.

A word that reminds you exactly how you felt the very first time you bumped into Steve. All alone and scared, in a place that was dark and unfamiliar. You were lost then. 

Just like you were right now. 

You practically snap back into reality, the one where you’ve found yourself far away from the luminous festival lights and eerily close to where you can’t hear racket of activities anymore. It’s quiet, and you don’t even know where that funnily familiar person you were following went. Dread fills your insides as you realize you’re all alone. 

You turn around hastily, 

Anxiety fills your stomach as you rashly run in the opposite direction, before tripping on a wire that sends you spiraling down to the ground. You clumsily try to catch yourself, mittened hands harshly hitting the pavement, and asphalt slashes through your leggings, exposing the soft flesh of your knees to razor-sharp pain.

The sudden impact scares you, tears that were already forming from before start rushing out of your eyes. 

Instinctually, you cry for Steve. For Dada. But when after too many moments you don’t feel their comfort, you look around and remember they’re not there. Your heart pounds as people rush by seemingly unaffected by your fallen form. You swirl your head around looking for them and are instead met with the haunting image of your green leash’s end, its ghostly emptiness scorning you from where it lays.  

You cry harder, guilt and anguish now thumping alongside the throbbing in your chest that radiates to your body’s wounded limbs and you're pretty sure the only words coming out of your mouth are pathetic strings of ‘daddy’ and ‘dada.’

“There she is” Bucky spots you, both of them rushing over to you, distraught as they notice your scraped-up form. 

“Dada!” you cry, leaping towards Steve and wrapping your arms around his neck as he picks you up. You helplessly weep, not just from the physical pain but from the emotional strain your misplaced detour took you on. You cry for leaving them. You can't tell if it was on purpose, but you feel awful from even remembering your past life and getting so close to being lost.

“Fuck, angel. What happened?” Steve breathes, taking the scuffed mittens off your hands to examine you closer. 

“I-...I-” you try to speak through gasps of crying. They both question you on where you went and why you walked away. You barely manage to tell the story in broken sobs as to what truthfully happened. They listen intensively as you tearfully explain the details of what happened.

“But-but-I-I don’t wanna! Don’t wanna lose daddies! Don’t wanna! Didn’t mean t-to! I-I p-promise-I-I didn’t!” you stagger between breaths, gasping for air as your sob relentlessly in Steve’s arms. 

“Shh, hey-hey” Bucky caresses your head, directing your attention to him. “It’s okay, doll. It’s okay. You’re okay.” he consoles. Steve gently wipes your tears at the same time and helps in calming you. You look at them both through blurry vision and continue weeping apologies to which they both remind you that it’s okay. 

They were scared to death when they only took their eyes off you for a second and you were gone…but they found you, just like the first time. 

They bring you over to sit down on a bench so they can better help console you and check your injuries. Steve rummages through the backpack he was carrying to get a first aid kit, and Bukcy watches through tortured eyes as you miserably cry.

“Doll.” he tenderly tilts your chin up to him. Tearful eyes red from crying look up to him. “Daddy’s proud of you.” he states, earnestly, stern and true. It makes you cry harder though, with confusion written all over your face. Proud? How could he be proud when you almost thought about running away? 

“W-why?” you cry “I-I bad. bad!” you weep pitifully as you feel Steve cleaning your knees. 

“No angel. You’re not bad.” Steve states, only confusing you more, you were sure both of them would be upset with you…considering they had every reason to. 

“You know why?” Bucky asks, stroking your previously cold cheeks that have now been warmed by your tears. You shake your head no as more seemingly endless tears fall. “‘Cause you came back,” he says, wiping them as they come. “You came back to find us. That’s all that matters.” Bucky reassures you. 

It hurts, both his and Steve’s worst fear almost coming to life. 

But it didn't. 

And truthfully, no one understood that more than Bucky. He knew more than anyone what it was like to get confused. To see or hear something otherwise mundane that whips you back to a place where you feel out of control. 

The story you recanted to them rings all too familiar to him. It reminds him of shaky hands and paralyzed tongue that attempted to explain to Steve what it was like to not be in control of your own body. Your own actions. 

It didn’t matter that you wandered away. It didn’t matter where your thoughts went. All that mattered was that you cried for them. All that mattered was your tiny hands curled around Steve's shirt so hard he’d thought you’d hurt your own fingers. All that mattered was the way you pulled Bucky closer while weeping his name as he comforted you. 

All that mattered…was that you needed your Daddies.  

They both reassure as such in ways they knew you'd understand. Besides, it only made sense that their little girl would get confused sometimes. That’s what daddies are for. And you came back because you knew they always made the best decisions for you. And even if on the off chance that you hadn't…that really wouldn’t have mattered anyway either. They would always find their little girl because you belong with them. Always and forever.

“Which ones do you want little princess?” Steve asks you, offering a variety of colorful bandages in front of you. Your hysteria and their sweet strong words have all but distracted you from the pain of the scratches lacerating your knees. You point to the ones you like and Steve praises you for making “such a good choice babygirl.”

Bucky holds you close and lets you bury your head in his chest while Steve carefully puts them on. You feel guilt again when you notice that the soft mittens now have little scuffs and holes in them that match your pants. But Steve reassures you that it’s ‘no biggie’ and that they can always get you another pair. 

“How about Daddy and I get you some ice cream?” Steve suggests, knowing sweets was at least one way to cheer his sweet girl up. 

You sniffle, looking to him at the suggestion. 

“Ice cweam?” you say with a small voice “I-I wike ice cweam” you say softly, not meaning to slur your words. But you never did anyway, it always just happened beyond your control. 

“I think that sounds perfect, huh doll?” Bucky says lightheartedly and sweetly while picking you up from the bench and placing you in Steve's arms.

“Wif sprinkles toos?” you ask, rubbing your sore eyes. 

“All the sprinkles for my sweet little girl” Steve smiles at you while playfully poking at your side making you giggle a bit. 

The cold dessert cools your hot throat and brings a smile back to your face. Of course, what really made you happy was knowing your daddies weren’t upset with you, and even more importantly, that you were never going to lose them.

“Hey what’s that on Dada’s face?” Bucky points directly to Steve, making you turn to examine it closely as you're still in his arms. It gives Bucky the opportunity to steal a lick from your ice cream.

“Hey!” you laugh turning back to Bucky’s not-so-secret move when you realize there was nothing amiss on your Dada’s face. 

“What?” he puts his hands and shoulders up in a shrug of confusion while looking around and feigning confusion. You giggle more as obvious signs of ice cream are on the tip of his nose.

“Looks like daddy’s the one with something on his face” Steve teases, and you laugh with them while they let you finish your little treat.

“You still wanna go up on the Ferris wheel babygirl?” Steve asks after wiping your hands clean from any sticky residue. You look up to him with awe and shock, not expecting him to still offer it. 

“Really?” you question with a hopeful but weary look on your face from not being sure of why you deserve it. Steve nods at you and tells you yes. Maybe he was skeptical before, but nothing was better than seeing his little girl's face light up in a smile. 

Plus, Steve knew you were their little girl. More than that, he knew that you knew. In your heart, you came back to them. You needed them. And that’s all Steve could ever want. 

You’re squeezed between your two daddies as the wheel makes its way up to the top. They watch as you look in awe of how tiny everything looks from up above. This must be what it's like for your daddies to see all the time. You feel as though you’re at the tippity top of the wheel forever. You don’t mind as it’s beautiful and quiet up there with the only people in the world you wanted to be with. You tiredly lay your head against Steve's arm, signaling to him that you’ll likely sleep the whole drive home. 

“I love you,” you say contently, and they know you say it for both of them. 

“We love you too angel. So much,” Steve tells you, smiling down at his sleepy little girl, and looking up to see Bucky’s lightened up face too. 

He takes it all in, remembering the times when just he and Bucky would go out to these things–or really–when Bukcy would drag him to the carnivals. He knew how much Bucky loved this. He knew how much you loved this. And he loved it too. He loved you both, and that was all he needed.

[suhjihanma]

Can I ask you a threesome with inui and rindou for kinktober? I'll leave it to your imagination 👀💀

I have this as a headcannon, if you don't mind, anon. Apologies for getting this out so late. Been preparing for my trip to NekoCon this weekend.

Pairing: Seishu Inui / Rindou Haitani / Female Reader Kink (12) : DDLG Content Warning: Please read this, ddlg, semi age regression, ddlg, minor hints of age play, threesome, hints towards a threesome, implied use of adult pacifiers, word use of baby girl-baby-big girl-little one, female reader just wants her stuffy and have her holes filled.

Author's Note: Late piece for my kinktober. Can't believe that I was getting in my groove but, alas, work and school. I don't why but I've been on an extreme daddy kink phase right now. (Thanks, boyfriend). Minors, ageless blogs, and kink shamers do not interact. This story can contain content that skirts around the whole ddlg lifestyle so, if you do not like this kink, please don't interact with this story. For those who are curious, please read at your own risk. Thank you.

You wasn't a stranger to the questionable kinks that cater to dominance and submission, but it didn't hurt to try something once.

Now, you see yourself on your knees begging for a quick release. The stamina grew weaken as you lowered your head to the floor, soft pants escaping your soft lips. You didn't know you came into submission. All you knew was that both men towered above you with smirks plastered across their faces. Smirks read nothing but deviance, your breathes grew to be jagged as you weep quietly on the cold floor.

"What should our baby do next?" Said the stoic voice of Inui as he walked closer to your pathetic pose of a plead. The man studied your quivering frame before tapping his shoes to the side of your thighs. You catered your attention to the foot tapping as you nibble your bottom lip, creating a self soothing technique that barely helped.

"She should probably suck on our cocks." Chuckled Rindou as he focused his attention towards you, his tone similar of Inui's.

"I-" Raising your head, you were about to voice a reasoning for protest until Inui shushed you with the edge of his loafers. The cool leather complimented well with the warm surface of your quivering lips. You didn't know what Inui was planning on next as he verbally shushed you with a "quiet".

"Then again, we should probably ween her off her pacis." Another chuckled came from Rindou as he walked towards you, now squatting down to be on your level as he continues with his petty ridicules.

"Isn't that right, baby girl?"

"Don't call me that!" You rebutted with a pout, huffing about the childish nickname that Rindou rewarded you with. As your body slightly shifts with the feeling of embarrassment, Inui chimed in the conversation with words of encouragement.

"She hates that, you know. After all, she's a big girl." Inui flashes you a soft smile before gently patting your cheeks with one of the toes of his loafers. "Aren't you?"

You flashes Inui a worried smile and shook your head furiously. "I am."

Rindou looks at Inui before looking at you with a frown that deemed disappointing. You were glad that Inui was at least trying to save you in this conversation. Regardless of you being on your weakened knees, contemplating on how to fully submit yourself while not being a brat, you secretly enjoyed the position that you were placed in. Forcefully so, yet, for some reason it was exciting.

"And big girls will try and take two cocks, isn't that right, little one?" Rindou's frown soon was replaced with a devious smirk as he looked at you. Eyes like a doe appeared as you looked back with the plastered pout on your face. Anxiety was sensing over you as you gulped.

"Don't rush her, our baby has to get use to taking us." Smiled Inui as he flashed a concerning look over at Rindou. "For now, let her take me. Then, if you feel like she's wet enough then you can try, Rindou."

You didn't know what Rindou was going to say or do next after Inui's comment. He continued to stare at Inui with a look of defeat before clicking his tongue softly in disappointment.

The adrenaline of forceful regression was something new of sorts. You were pretty much in control of how you wanted to act. Being a spoiled brat who deserves more than being placed on their knees and spanked, or even a submissive princess that waits for every command that leaks from their lips. The options of the two were in your favor. Still, you knew that they will still cherish you regardless.

You just hope that Inui will speak up for you in a predicament like this.

After all, daddies help their little girls out all the time.

All the time, right?

[rhodesrider]

hi, could you write something with judgment day!cargiver x reader!little where the little is sick and doesn't want to take her scary medicines (like injections or suppositories)

Running Away

CG! Judgement Day x Y/N Fem! Little! Reader (Special guest Seth R.)

-Minors DNI-

Warnings: Mentions of Regression, crying, mediation fear, comfort

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“Yea just give me a second I’ll catch up!”

Seth yelled back at Cody and Sami as he walked in to the locker room humming and opening his locker. He grabbed his bag and turned around soon seeing a figure hiding in the showers behind the curtain. He was curious and slowly walked towards it hearing sniffling and shuffling. He pulled back the curtain and was confused. “Y/N? What are you hiding in the men’s room for?” He whispered. He looked close seeing she’s been crying from her puffy eyes. “Hey, are you ok?” Y/N was non verbal, she didn’t wanna speak at all. Seth squatted down some sighing. “Did someone hurt you?” She shook her head no. Soon Seth heard a faint yelling, Rhea was looking for her. “You’re hiding from them again about your meds?” He summed up. This isn’t the first time this happened, when JD was on smackdown and trying to get her to take her meds she hid in the bloodlines lounge room. Roman caught her and calmed her down seeing she regressed and she panicked not wanting her meds. But he reported her in and she had to take them. She did that in the women’s locker room, and Charlotte and Becky found her, they were actually in the middle of a verbal fight which made Y/N panic more but they calmed down and helped her together, got Rhea and took her meds.

Seth sighed and got up sitting on the bench in front of her, “I know it’s scary. But those help make you feel better Y/N.” She didn’t say a word still just stood in the corner. “You know I take them too.” She looked up some curious. “I take them for my back injury, and they help so much so I can continue my job.” Seth smiled. “Yours helps so you don’t have to feel sick or anything.” Seth explained as he pulled out his phone. “Becky had to help me so I can get better too.” He showed a picture of Becky and him taking a picture in the physical therapy office. “And trust me it was hell.” She looked at the photo and smiled. Seth patted the seat next to him and she slowly went over. Sitting down he pulled out another photo, him looking miserable. Y/N frowned seeing Seth in pain like that, “We all have to fight Y/N, even if it sucks.” He smiled and pulled out his pain meds shaking them some. “I already took mine, now I’m going to dinner with the guys and play video games at home with the wife.” He got up getting his things together. “Gotta stop running kid.” She frowned and felt bad, hearing the faint yelling of her name again from Damien and Finn this time.

“Want me to tell them you’re in here? Or you need a friend to walk with you?” She looked over and she nodded. Grabbing his hand they walked out together, she was nervous biting her nails since this isn’t the first time and she gets in trouble everytime. Rhea was looking around the stage and soon saw Y/N with Seth. She kept her cool because she didn’t want Y/N to cry. “Found her.” She yelled and the guys stopped looking getting back to Rhea. Rhea ran up to Y/N relieved knowing when stuff happens like this she’s regressed and scared. “I’m so sorry Seth I-“ “It’s cool me and her had a conversation and hopefully this is the last time she runs away.” Y/N felt so bad, it’s just too much when she has to take them. “Her side effects are what she hates the most, I can’t do much about it..” Rhea said feeling bad herself wishing there was a better way to deal with what Y/N deals with. “Just make her feel comfortable, that’s all you can do.” The guys caught up finally happy they found Y/N. Starting to feel worst, Y/N shed a few tears hugging on Damien sniffling. “It’s ok baby we aren’t mad but this has to stop.” He said in a soft tone. “I know the meds don’t make you feel the best either but I assure you it’s to never harm you.” Finn said as well giving her a forehead kiss. Rubbing her tears away, Rhea smiled. “Please please princess no more running.” Y/N thought for a moment thinking about the wrestlers comforting her, Seth was the one that took the cake. Showing her that it’s gonna be tough yes but you have to beat the odds and fight through it. She nodded and Rhea gave a sweet kiss. “Thank you.” Rhea said to Seth. “I’m glad to help. Now imma get going we are all going out to eat.” “Can I come?” A soft voice said. Seth looked down seeing a pouting face that was also hungry. “Come on, not the eyes.” Y/N batted them some and he folded. “Fine fine, stop with the face. You guys can come.” They celebrated and followed along to the car. But still the meds were needed to be taken.

At the little get together, Y/N stared at the pill. Sitting in her pill box, glaring at it not wanting it at all. Her caregivers giving her eye contact and even Seth Cody and Sami worried. She sighed and she got the juice taking the pill quick. They were all relieved. “Can I have sweets now?” Rhea smiled. “Yes baby you can have sweets, I’m so proud of you.” She hugged Y/N happy she didn’t have to force her or make her cry knowing how much she hated it. Y/N peeked at Seth and he winked going back to his conversation. She smiled and soon was rewarded with the sweets she desired after eating her food. Later in the car, she wasn’t even tired but her head was a bit foggy, Rhea held her close and hummed to her as she fell into rest.

[cherryprincessa]

I decided to brainwash myself and I watched a hypnosis.

The first thing after my blank moments was that I made a big poopsie 😳 I felt a squishy inside my diapee and I was shocked! The hypnosis was still on so I decided to continue watching it and as many times the voice said to push a mushy to my diapee I made a boom boom! I grunted, squatted and pushed! I did it in six times during the video.

Maybe my milky was to warm today or something hurt my tummy. I immediately started sucking my dummy in shock.

I am not a baby...I am not a pamper packer diaper dumper baby 😭😭😭 It was a mistake to do, I wasn't believing in hypnosis until this....I regressed myself and now I am sucking on my pacifier like a baby, sitting on my poopie diaper 😭😭🙈💦 it feels so yucky!

But also warm and ..comfortable. i had an extra thick diapee today because I peepeed a lot but now I am afraid to even move because there is a giant poopsie messy in my Boom Boom 😭

Someone come and changed me pweese! I am not allowed to change myself and I all alone till tomorrow evening.

I wanted just a little fun and now I have to clean myself or stay in my awfully full big diaper 😭😭

I can't stop crying, I humiliated myself terribly.

Or should I just accept that I am a big baby who needs diapees? To fill them, squish 'em and stay in poopsies? I am sitting on it and mushing it over.

It's not that bad at all.

But I am waddling and can just waddle in it. Or should I walk on my knees? 🙈🥺

I made poopsies...bumbums... I am a big baby ... And I need a Daddy/Mommy to love me and change me! Or... Well...I am staying in it hehhee 🙈🙈🙈 poopsieeee

[lokislittlemidgardian]

Hii ! Are you please able to write one where it’s caregiver! Peter Parker x little!reader where they’re at home together and reader regresses? You can pick any reason for it. I just think would be very comforting for me. Love you <3

There she is!

Content - age regression, cg!peter, accidental regression, Robbie the reindeer, dummy use, soft toys, cuddles, aunt may being a sweetheart, bottles, pure fluff, not proofread, don't like don't read.

Summary - one afternoon you get really relaxed and you regress.

Authors note - please tell me I’m not the only one who still watches Robbie the reindeer, a bit of a short one but I really love this, I know Robbie the reindeer is considered more of a Christmas thing but I still watch it anyway, hope you enjoy <3

“Why won’t you ever watch it with me?” You complained looking up at your boyfriend with puppy dog eyes “because it’s awful, it’s not even entertainment how do you like it baby” Peter chuckled getting up from the sofa and selecting an old DVD.

“It is entertainment!, how can honestly say that it isn’t? It’s got drama, suspense, heartbreak and attractive men and women” you stated with a cocky look on your face.

“Y/N I am not watching love island with you” he exclaimed with a grin on his face “how about we compromise with Robbie the reindeer” he said holding up the DVD case.

“Yes oh my god put it in!” You exclaimed throwing yourself down against the pillows watching him squat down beside the DVD player. Making his way back towards the sofa Peter sat down laying your upper body across his legs stroking your hair gently.

15 minutes into the program you realised how relaxed you felt, you felt so warm and safe in peters arms like you were in your own little world.

Looking down at you Peter could see the hazy look in your eyes looking at the clay reindeer on the screen. The scene came on when Robbie got trapped on the conveyer belt causing him to be packaged in a toy box. Now the scene was hilarious and enough to earn a chuckle out of any adult but the way you reacted was very different to how you normally would.

You were regressed.

Smiling Peter knelt down placing a gentle kiss on the side of your temple “there she is! There’s my little girl” looking shyly up at him you hugged his hand tightly under your chin “hello dada” you whispered turning your head back towards the telly.

"Hi sweetheart" he said softly not wanting to disturb you. Looking into his bedroom his door slightly agar he saw the baby blue box that he kept you regression things in. Aiming his hand towards the box he shot his webs watching in fly towards his hand.

Catching it in his left palm he silently removed the lid pulling out your transparent dummy with blue and red glitter and your bluebell kitten toy gently placing the dummy in your mouth and the toy in your arms.

Making sure you were comfortable he lightly turned his body to face the kitchen truing to work out a way to warm you a bottle.

"Hi you guys" he heard aunt may enter the apartment carrying some shopping in her arms "Hey may" he said beckoning her over to the two of you "would you be able to make her a bottle?" He whispered still stroking your hair.

"Oh of course! The orange or the purple bottle?" "Purple please" "Okay, just a sec" a few minutes later you heard the soft hum of the microwave looking up slightly "it's okay baby" peter soothed you.

"Here you go" may said passing him the bottle "hi little one" she addressed you with a soft tone. Smiling behind your dummy you waved at her shyly "aww so adorable" she smiled walking back towards the kitchen to put the shopping away.

Quickly pulling your dummy out so you didn't get fussy he replaced it with the warm bottle of milk. Relaxing back into him you accepted the bottle and gave him a small smile.

"It's okay my sweet angel, daddy's here for you."

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[jacksdinonuggets]

~Big Bro~

Summary: vaggie goes into a meltdown at a party but angel saves her and lets her regress.

Note: two fics in one day??!? not really, I wrote the last on last night and just scheduled it for the morning. anyways, this one isn't much of a minific since its like 800 words.

After the battle between heaven and hell, a new hotel was built. Charlie immediately wanted to throw a party because they needed to celebrate victory. The new hotel was also very big and even had a room specifically for parties! Charlie planned on using it for graduation parties when someone gets redeemed. But why not do it now?

Vaggie was pretty excited about it. She hadn't been to a party in a long time. However, what Charlie forgot to say was that she was inviting everyone who helped out. That meant not only almost all of cannibal town was there but also Carmilla and her daughters. It was basically like seeing your teacher in public.

During the party, Vaggie was starting to feel overwhelmed, angry, socially tired, and irritated. She had done so much talking and just really wanted to run in her room and hide from everyone.

She was really uncomfortable during the whole thing because people kept bumping into her, trying to talk to her about the whole angel business, and her clothes started to cling to her because she was sweating from feeling overwhelmed.

Charlie wanted her to actually interact with people for a bit so she couldn't leave yet without disappointing her. And she would not disappoint her girlfriend.

So she suffered through it. However, her patience and strength was tested when the dj turned the music up. She could feel her ear drums beating with every second. Her body kept telling her there was danger nearby, even though she knew she was safe. 

As more time passed, the harder it was to breathe. She gasped for air, trying to suck in any oxygen she could get. Her body started moving before she could even realize what was happening. She crashed into the corner of the room, trying to find some sort of safe area. She covered her ears and squeezed her eyes shut. When would it stop? It was painful!

She felt something touch her shoulder and shrieked for a second before they quickly retrieved their hand. She looked up and saw Angel, squatting down, looking at her with concern.

Just having someone in front of her, staring at her, made the dam break. Tears poured out of her eyes and she let out a pathetic sob. 

“Shit! It's okay, Vags, can ya speak?” Angel’s voice was muffled behind her covered ears, but she understood what he said. She shook her head, dreading the idea of using her voice. 

“That's fine, but I'm gonna have ta touch ya, is that okay?” He asked. Vaggie didn't really want to but she nodded. He swiftly picked her up and cradled her to his chest as he carried her out of the room. She didn't dare look at where they were going.

Soon enough, she found herself being set down on a soft carpet and a pair of headphones being put on her. She looked around and saw that she was in the little room. She gave a confused, pouty, look.

“I saw you was hav’n a meltdown there. Figured you could use some little time to calm down,” He answered to her confused look. He got out her stuffed bear to which she made grabby hands for, regressing almost immediately. It took a lot out of her and she needed some time to feel small.

“Here ya go, Kiddo,” he handed her the teddy. She sniffled, her sinuses being weird from all the crying.

He knew coloring was a very relaxing activity and figured that she needed something calming. So he got out a few coloring books and crayons and one of those plastic tray desk thingies, and put them on the ground. Once vaggie got into a comfortable position with a heating pad and pillows against her back (Her back pain gets worse when she has meltdowns or panic attacks, even when she has wings), she set the tray table over her lap and began to color with her teddy bear in her lap.

He got out some milk from the minifridge and poured it into a trainer sippy (the ones with handles) and warmed it up in the microwave before giving it to her too. He hadn’t seen her eat much at the party and was a bit concerned she wasn’t getting all of her nutrients. Hopefully the warm milk would make it better.

Angel helped her when she couldn’t figure out what color to use, or when she wanted to play with something else. He tried his best to keep his cursing to a low but everyone knows that’s not gonna happen. He never said any sexual things though, not wanting to traumatize the already traumatized girl more. Overall, he was a pretty good caregiver. He played with her and got her things when she needed them. It was safe to say he was now on her emergency babysitter list.

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hello JWB! Your blog is the best!!

I recently started my 3rd rewatch of Ipkknd over the past 10 years and reading your blog alongside is so much fun! Your navigation for the blog is so meticulous. You are absolutely hilarious and reading your posts reminds me of when me and friends used to discuss the new Ipkknd episode every day on our ride to school! Good old times 🥲

I have a question for you as someone who has watched the show at different periods in her life. There are some scenes which I had a different perspective of when I was a teenage girl compared to now as woman in her 20s. For example, in my current rewatch I get so annoyed at scenes where Arnav holds Khushi hard enough to leave a mark on her arms, but when I watched the scene as a 12 year old its not something that crossed my mind as abusive (especially when they played the Oh-so-wonderful Rabba Ve over those scenes).

So are there are any scenes like that which you looked at differently over the years with age?

Hello my dear anon!

Such a brilliant question - SO MUCH HAS CHANGED with age and time.

1. Arnav and Khushi’s sangeet. I was just so happy to see them get married that I didn’t think much about it but as I grew older I just really didn’t like it. They completely wasted Akash and Payal and I never understood Mami’s over involvement in the sangeet and also… Khushi lip syncing to lyrics instead of a yes I’ll marry you and WHY IS MAMI PLAYING KHUSHI AND WHY IS AN AUNT AND NEPHEW DANCING ROMANTICALLY 😣

2. The dabba service. I actually liked it when I was younger cause the comedy made me laugh. As an adult though I’m bothered that Khushi’s decision to be financially independent does not stem from supporting her family but that she needs to return 300 rupees to Arnav? And somehow we’re supposed to think she’s highly intelligent for working at her husband’s place, through his office kitchen and that’s a … victory? Also so awkward for Arnav to publicly be demeaning of Khushi and him getting furious that she’s “insulting him” but also Khushi getting rabba ve because he enjoys her food? It’s just too regressive that anything Arnav likes about Khushi is tied to bahu duties - that is cooking great food or calling herself his wife. Also Khushi just acts so childish in general I cannot.

3. Khushi’s behavior when Arnav lost his voice. I found her irritating. She’s too childish. The fact she expects Arnav will give her a gift to thank her for having done a “great job” like WHY can this woman NOT be intelligent is beyond me. ARNAV AND KHUSHI DONE SHARE THAT RELATIONSHIP! ALSO WHY DOES SHE GO AHEAD AND SIT IN THE DRIVER’s SEAT??? IS SHE A LITERAL CHILD LIKE I NEVER DID THAT WHEN I WAS 7 MYSELF! And it’s supposed to be funny that Arnav makes her do squats in front of a police officer? That’s demeaning to a woman who’s supposed to be your wife. It’s just really not landing for me tbh.

4. Khushi as a character is very annoying post elopement because she’s reduced to a childish caricature without a hint of brain.

5. I don’t think Arnav does anything great or romantic in the 24 hours track. He has emotionally and verbally abused Khushi multiple times. The one time she tries to leave house - that too for the sake of his sister - he makes her work around for money, threatens her friends so they can’t financially assist her and then takes over her property? I don’t find this coercion romantic nor do I find it to be “ASR” style. My guy was running behind to say sorry cause he was rude to her on the day his parents died. The one day where he’s allowed to be by himself and rude because it’s a traumatic day. (I have to see Khushi’s birthday and the sexy back massage in a separate context to enjoy).

6. I’m not ok with Arnav showering gifts on Khushi after he brought her home by coercing her. I don’t like how Khushi switches into bahu mode to make Anjali happy - girl you were threatened by your husband two hours ago and you’re busy playing Mrs Raizada? - and I’ve said this before but the sudden showering of gifts felt closer to love bombing and a reward for listening to him. I know Arnav is a man of actions - a man of actions would correct his mistake. I needed somethings to be better between Arshi to enjoy this.

7. I DO NOT LIKE THEIR I LOVE YOU DAMN IT. The fact it’s preceded by a very non consensual/dubious consent suhaagraat setup and that Khushi is busy talking about rituals than actually talking about what matters is… ugh. It genuinely feels like sexual frustration and my heart felt so sad that he’s dragging her around pheras to get done with it and Khushi’s elopement was traumatic.

8. Khushi tricking Arnav to light Janmashtami diya. Arnav is an atheist, that’s just as critical as following another “religion”. Would Khushi get a Muslim man to partake in Hindu religious activities by plot? No right. Would she be appreciate being tricked into having bread and wine as that’s the flesh and blood of Christ? Nope. The fact that they show wow Khushi is amazing she brought a NON RELIGIOUS MAN to partake in a religious amazing and thus has more influence than Lavanya on Arnav grates my nerves. I’m religious, and I cannot imagine imposing it on anyone - especially not to my atheist brother.

9. This is something small but I don’t get why Khushi can’t stay over the day Anjali miscarries and when Arnav asks her to stay back. Like something majorly traumatic has happened and Khushi still has to go by what will be acceptable for Dadi? That it’s not ok for Khushi to stay over? I get it if Dadi interrupted cause she’s perfectly terrible enough to do it and Arnav then wants Khushi to leave cause he won’t be able to hear another word against Khushi and she matters more. But also this is Anjali - there’s no way Khushi is leaving the house until Anjali regains certain consciousness and stability.

These are 9 moments that I didn’t like as I grew older (I have some stuff that I didn’t like right off the bat, lol) but here are also a set of moments that I actually grew to love the older I got.

1. A lot of first half Arnav. Very well setup as an anti hero with darker shades. His opinion on marriage and relationships is actually really good and I love the scene where he calls off the arrangement for his arranged marriage cause he clearly states that this would ruin multiple lives.

2. Shyam. I thoroughly enjoy a lot of his scenes because what a villain! I love all of his “nice damad” scenes cause it perfectly establishes why none would suspect and why Payal Khushi will have a hard time telling the truth to the Raizadas cause it’s just so impossible. I also love kidnapping era Shyam cause he and Khushi have AMAZING scenes and the show remembers that Shyam is KHUSHI’s villain! He really drives the plot.

3. I really have grown to love the scene where Khushi thinks she must leave Arnav because he won’t be able to accept aarav and that’s stemming from her own orphan trauma and that when Arnav does see her leaving he’s so gentle about it. He makes her sit, addresses her concern and that Khushi just bursts into tears and hugs him and admits she doesn’t know what she is doing and I love it that Arnav cares for her and Khushi is being her most honest self. It’s so underrated and SO beautiful.

4. Heer Ranjha in a different context. Because what Arnav says is an apology and perhaps the best one in the show.

Thanks for the love,

- Jalebi

[regressionschool]

Sisters

In the cozy nursery, Lisa sat on the floor, surrounded by toys and colorful playthings. Her eyes darted around, trying to find something engaging in the room. Her gaze landed on Rebecca, her older sister, who was engrossed in flipping through a picture book, pacifier in her mouth, and a distinctly messy diaper crinkling around her.

Lisa's memories of the regression school flooded back—the lessons that taught her what it meant to be a "good girl" in this newly embraced little world. The words echoed in her mind: "Good girls mess their diapers."

Lisa's eyes widened as she observed the sight. Memories flashed in her mind, snippets of lessons from the regression school echoing in her thoughts. "Good girls mess their diapers," the instructors had said. The idea had been planted deep within her subconscious, and now, faced with the tangible evidence of her sister being a "good girl," a twinge of jealousy pricked at Lisa's heart.

Rebecca giggled and clapped her hands, seemingly oblivious to Lisa's internal turmoil. Lisa, on the other hand, wrestled with conflicting emotions. She wanted to be a "good girl" too, to experience the sense of joy and contentment that seemed to emanate from her messy-diapered sister.

In a moment of decision, Lisa set aside the blocks and, with a determined look on her face, squatted down; mimicking the posture she remembered from the regression lessons.

As the warmth spread through the diaper, Lisa couldn't help but smile. It was a step toward being the "good girl" she was told to be. Yet, as she looked at Rebecca, happily engrossed in her own world, a sense of inadequacy crept over Lisa. The pacifier in Rebecca's mouth caught Lisa's attention. Soon Lisa found her thumb in her mouth, mirroring her sister.

Rebecca's eyes sparkled with delight as she looked up from her picture book. She noticed Lisa's determined squatting posture and the thumb nestled in her mouth. Rebecca's happiness radiated as she spoke through her pacifier, "You're being a good girl, just like me!"

[banes-favourite]

I don't know if you still think about regressed Gortash and CG Durge but...

I keep picturing toddler Gortash just cranky and fighting sleep and Durge trying to coax him into just having some 'quiet time'.

And Gortash just flops onto the floor and throws a tantrum; kicking and yelling and crying.

And Durge just...waits. Because they know it's better to let the little tyrant wear himself out rather than get themselves smacked in the process of trying to pick him.

And eventually Gortash comes to the end of his hissy fit and lays on the floor, sniffling and hiccuping and looking so tired.

And Durge squats down beside him, 'Are you done?'

'...Mmm-hmm...'

'Want to cuddle now?'

'...Mmm-hmm...'

Cue sleepy Gortash snuggled up and snoozing on top of Durge about five minutes later.

im crying...... gort would definitely be the angriest toddler ever.... and durge just lets him get it all out of his system before cradling him soo lovingly until he's fast asleep..... wipes his tears and cleans him up and cuddles up with him omg...,

and yea I am definitely still interested in agere gort, I'm just bad at coming up w ideas for it 🙏

[mooodyblue]

CaregiverAustin cutting a scene short while filming because he notices that his little is starting to regress ?

ty for the request !! super cute 🫶🏼

wc: 832

masterlist

you and austin had been finding it difficult to find time to be with each other due to his filming. plenty of arguments with the same outcome every time–him promising he'll find time and take you out then he never does. you finally compromised and he invited you to watch him film today with the promise of taking you to dinner.

being on set made you nervous. there were people you didn't know, big name actors that were intimidating yet inviting. come the day of, you woke up with anxiety building up in your chest. you didn't want to go, but this was the only way you'd get to spend time with austin.

you could back out and deal with not seeing him until he found his way into bed at three in the morning. austin would be disappointed though and that was the last thing you ever wanted to do, to disappoint your boyfriend. to make matters worse, you woke up with that light, fuzzy feeling in your head. it didn't help that austin had been sweet to you all morning. you also hadn't had time to be little since he started filming a month ago. he was aware of it too, he felt awful about it but he just couldn't find the time.

he had a hand on you during the entire drive to his set, talking about how excited he is to have you watch him in action. you had subconsciously began to chew on your nails at some point, a habit you had when you were starting to slip. he glanced at you and quickly moved your hand away from your mouth, giving you a concerned look. “hey–are you okay? i can take you home if you don't wanna come.”

you shook your head. “i’m fine.”

“are you feeling little?”

you hated when he asked that question. it only made you want to slip even more, but you couldn't. not right now. “i’m fine.” you repeated.

austin took your hand, “baby-”

“i said i’m fine, can we just go?” you said with an annoyed tone, getting out of the car.

he didn't think anything of it, although still concerned about you. he took you to where you'd be sitting and introduced you to a few people, telling you not to hesitate to ask for snacks or water if needed.

it was going smoothly. you were enjoying watching him act, watching everyone in motion and hard at work. austin frequently checked on you between takes to make sure you were okay.

after a few hours it started getting to you. the loud noises, the yelling and everyone moving so quickly, the wheels of the make up and coffee carts squeaking loudly against the metal floor. you brought your fingers to your mouth once again, chewing anxiously at your nails.

you just wanted to go home. to cover yourself with a blanket and be in your safe space in your room, not surrounded by strangers and all the bright lights and commotion. your leg bounced up and down at a fast pace as you sunk deeper into your chair, trying to stop yourself from slipping but you couldn't help it. tears began to pool at your eyes, nails still between your teeth till you moved to picking at a loose string on your sweater. anything to avoid getting caught by austin.

austin knew when you were little. he knew when you were close to slipping or when you were trying to hide it. while looking away in a scene, he looked over at you and he just knew. he held his hand up, “i’m sorry,” cut was yelled. everyone around him looked confused.

you sat up quickly, watching austin walk over to the director and discussing something before jogging over to you.

he placed a hand on your shoulder. “hi honey,” he said in a soft tone. “daddy’s gonna take you home now, okay?”

“b-but–” you stammered out. “‘m fine. 's fine, keep goin’. ‘m okay.”

“no, baby. you aren't okay.” he sighed, squatting in front of your chair. “why didn't you tell daddy you were feelin’ tiny today?” he asked and took ahold of one of your hands, gently rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

you looked down shyly, “too busy.”

austin gave you a soft, apologetic smile. “never too busy for you.” he stood up and held out his hand, “you can come have a snack while i get changed and we’ll go straight home. that alright?”

“okay.” you took his hand and stood up, walking with him to his trailer. “can i get a new bunny on the way home?”

“baby, i just bought you a purple one not too long ago. do you really need another one?” he chuckled, helping you up the steps to his trailer.

“yes.” you pouted, sitting on the couch.

austin looked at you with hands on his hips, unable to resist the tiny pout of your lips. “alright, fine.”

[miamierre]

"You're being particularly annoying." For Piarles <3

Pierre is still a lump on the couch when Charles pads back into the living room, partially-peeled banana in hand. Of course the only time his boyfriend knows when to get sick is during summer break--the too-short month of reprieve that they can never seem to spend properly year after year. Last year, Charles got sunburnt so badly during the week he'd gone off to Brazil on his yacht that he'd been untouchable for five whole days: Pierre had spent a majority of the first few rubbing aloe all over him and keeping him perched in front of the window AC unit.

This year, apparently, Pierre has the flu and has been pretty firmly rooted to the couch in his Milan apartment for the last 15 hours.

Charles tries to tiptoe his way over to the coffee table to leave the banana for Pierre whenever he wakes up, but his weight lands wrong on one of the creakier floorboards, and sure enough--

"Charles?" Pierre sounds groggy and disoriented as he lurches awake, blankets half thrown off him only to reveal just how sweaty his bare chest is.

It would probably be sexier if Charles weren't so concerned with keeping him from, you know, dying. "Hey," Charles says soothingly, striding the rest of the way to Pierre's side. He sinks to his knees and uses his free hand to push Pierre back into sleeping posture. "It's okay, Pear. Go back to sleep, I've got a banana for you when you feel like eating." He's not going to force the issue right now, since Pierre hadn't been able to keep the rice from earlier down: fluids are the priority, and his glass of water is mostly drained, which is good. Charles rests the banana on the table and picks the glass up, beginning to push back to his feet--

"Charlo," Pierre groans, reaching for the closest part of Charles he can find. His hand is too-hot as it grasps his bicep firmly. It makes Charles shiver.

"I'm here, petit. What is it?"

Pierre groans again, softer this time. "Your hand..." he lets go of Charles' arm only to tap insistently at his wrist, jostling the cool glass he's holding. "Looks cold." He sighs, then releases Charles only to flop backwards, a little dramatically, onto the couch. He watches as Pierre's eyes flutter closed, like he's going to fall asleep, but doesn't do anything until one eye cracks open. Waiting. Charles wants to laugh at how far he regresses whenever he's mildly inconvenienced like this--although, realistically he probably doesn't have a whole lot of room to talk himself.

"Yeah," he murmurs instead, setting the glass back down. He sits at the edge of the cushion and presses his hand, wet from condensation, to Pierre's forehead. (Which--he's still feverish. Maybe he'll need the thermometer again this evening after all.) "Here, P. Like that?" The rumbly noise Pierre makes in response is all he needs. "I have you, squid." Charles sits there for a few moments longer, then collects more of the condensation on his palm again and reapplies his hand. Pierre sighs. "Maybe we can get you into a cold shower soon, hm?"

At that, the Frenchman groans. "Later," is his response, followed by "don't wanna move" in that petulant whine Pierre always uses when he's trying to keep Charles in bed. It always annoys him a little--but today, at least, he'll cut his boyfriend some slack.

"Okay, Pierre," he hums, removing his hand once more. The glass isn't nearly as cool anymore, likely from the heat of his palm, so Charles grabs it once again and moves to head back to the kitchen for a refill. When he stands, though, Pierre whines again, then coughs and tries to re-pitch it as a groan. Idiot, he thinks lovingly. "What is it?"

Pierre pouts. "Don't go," he mumbles, reaching for him again as if he's not just standing upright beside the couch. "Please, Charlie."

Charles can't stop the laugh that slips out. "Pierre, my love," he hums, squatting back down to be eye-level with Pierre, "I have to go get you more water, and probably more paracetamol. I'm not going anywhere." But the pout settled on Pierre's lips seems to only get deeper upon explanation. "Pear."

"Pleaseeeeee," Pierre groans. "You are the only medicine I neeeeeed."

"Said like a man who ignores his trainer even better than he drives." He gets a cough-giggle from his patient, at least: Charles ignores the next pitiful moan and speeds to Pierre's kitchenette, where he grabs the paracetamol from where he'd left it on the countertop and then refills the glass with ice and water. (Sure, Pierre is annoyingly clingy when he's sick, but...Charles can't help but enjoy it at least a little. An unabashedly-snuggly Pierre is such a rare occurrence that Charles sometimes forgets how insufferable he gets when he's under the weather.) Now properly armed, he makes his way back into the living room, where...Pierre is flopped out again, eyes closed and mouth open. He's breathing (Charles checks every time) and he's got the blankets mostly up over his chest, so he must've just fallen back asleep.

Probably for the better. It's not going to get any easier, maneuvering him into his bathroom for a shower, but if he's gotten enough sleep, he'll be fine for the ten or so minutes it'll take for Charles to scrub him down.

"Rest up," he murmurs as he returns to Pierre's orbit. He sets the water glass down alongside the little orange tablets and sinks to his knees once more, just to press a kiss to Pierre's sweaty, kind-of-cooled forehead--

Only for Pierre's arms to fly out and grab hold of him, surprising him thoroughly as he tugs Charles onto the couch on top of him. Charles doesn't even have a chance to put up a fight from the shock. "Ha-ha!" His laugh is honking and loud and right in Charles' ear. "I have you, cheri."

"Pi-erre," he groans in response, trying unsuccessfully to untangle himself from the mess of blankets and limbs that Pierre is now attempting to cocoon him in. "Come on, you need to rest--"

"Shush," Pierre interrupts, matter-of-factly. "I sleep best when you are with me, Cha, you know that." There's that whine again. "You got me my paracetamol, and my water, and now you can be my medicine." His arms tighten around Charles' torso, and Charles just sighs, knowing he can't really wrestle his boyfriend without doing more damage.

"I'm supposed to be taking care of you, you know," he mutters instead, shifting so that he's no longer crushing Pierre under his bodyweight but now tucked firmly into the space between Pierre's feverish body and the back cushions of the couch. "Can't do that here."

"Mmmm," Pierre answers, clumsily stretching his tangle of blankets so it covers the both of them, "you are taking care of me just fine here, mon ange." One arm drapes over him. "See? Medicine."

But he's too warm to cuddle comfortably with the blankets, and Charles knows he's going to have to worm his way out of this one eventually because he will, in fact, have to actually get Pierre to take the pills sitting on the table. "You're being particularly annoying," he says under his breath as Pierre tugs him closer.

The sentiment just gets him a rumbly laugh in return.

[mariana-oconnor]

The Creeping Man pt 3

Look, the only logical explanation for this one is demonic possession.

That's not true, but it does add nicely to the Sherlock Holmes Urban Fantasy Universe I have been building in my head all year. The Truth Behind the Mysteries! The Conspiracy Uncovered! It's been magic and supernatural beings all along and Watson has been lying to us!

“I don't think you have anything to fear now for a week at least,” Holmes answered. “I am a busy man, and Dr. Watson has his patients to attend to."

This definitely wins the prize for the story that gives the most fucks about Watson's day job. It keeps being mentioned. Do you think an actual doctor sat down with ACD at some point and said 'excuse me, but your character is unrealistic'?

“He heard from his London correspondent to-day. There was a letter and there was a small packet, each with the cross under the stamp which warned me not to touch them. There has been nothing else.”

Oh, okay. So he's on drugs that he gets from this mysterious London correspondent every 9? days and then he takes them and he gets super high and crawls around on the floor and climbs pipes up to second floor windows.

"...it is necessary to hold the professor under observation. I would suggest, therefore, that you remain awake and on the lookout. Should you hear him pass your door, do not interrupt him, but follow him as discreetly as you can. Dr. Watson and I will not be far off."

Verily, it is time for the sneaky-sneak.

"...that he is in secret correspondence with a Bohemian dealer in London, who presumably represents someone in Prague, and that he received a packet from him this very day, all point in one direction. What he takes and why he takes it are still beyond our ken..."

So yeah, drugs. I caught onto that quite late. I'm ashamed of myself. I allowed myself to get too distracted by the demon of it all.

He was clad in his dressing-gown. As he stood outlined in the doorway he was erect but leaning forward with dangling arms, as when we saw him last.

Oh boy, is this going to be some sort of devolution thing? Like he takes a drug that makes him regress back to being an ape? Is that what's happening here? I thought we were past the period in literature where that was a major point when we got to these later stories. That was a thing at the end of the 1800s - Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde and the like. I guess it hung around.

As we watched him he suddenly began with incredible agility to ascend it. From branch to branch he sprang, sure of foot and firm of grasp, climbing apparently in mere joy at his own powers, with no definite object in view.

Oh wow, yep. That's some monkey-ass bullshit going on there.

What the fuck kind of drug does that?

The professor squatted down very deliberately just out of reach of the hound and began to provoke it in every possible way. He took handfuls of pebbles from the drive and threw them in the dog's face, prodded him with a stick which he had picked up, flicked his hands about only a few inches from the gaping mouth, and endeavoured in every way to increase the animal's fury...

OK, yeah. Roy is the victim in all this. Poor Roy. He'd better survive this story, Watson. Don't go adding any more dogs to your kill count.

It was a very narrow thing for the professor's life.

Do not care about the professor right now. What about the dog? Don't you dare kill Roy, Watson. Don't you dare!

Bennett's voice and presence brought the great wolfhound instantly to reason.

Thank heavens. Good dog. Who's a good boy? Anyone would have snapped after having stones thrown at them like that repeatedly. Roy is an innocent victim in all of this and I am so glad that he's survived.

The sharp teeth had passed dangerously near the carotid artery, and the haemorrhage was serious. In half an hour the danger was past, I had given the patient an injection of morphia, and he had sunk into deep sleep.

People in these stories seem to survive having dogs try to rip their throats out quite a lot... well, at least twice. Which is more times than I'd expect.

Also, Watson, I doubt the medical decision to give someone drugs when you don't know what drugs they're already on. You don't know how those two things are going to interact with each other. Especially when the guy's already lost a lot of blood. You're lucky you didn't accidentally kill him.

At least you didn't kill the dog, though, I suppose.

I'm also surprised you didn't give him brandy. And a little disappointed.

“At present the scandal is confined to our own household. It is safe with us. If it gets beyond these walls it will never stop. Consider his position at the university, his European reputation, the feelings of his daughter.”

So are we assuming that the guy is dead before this is published? And also didn't Watson say at the start that this story was to set the record straight?

"Let us see what we can find in the professor's mysterious box.”

'It is possible that the serum of anthropoid would have been better. I have, as I explained to you, used black-faced langur because a specimen was accessible. Langur is, of course, a crawler and climber, while anthropoid walks erect and is in all ways nearer.'

This is just magic, right? Sufficiently ridiculous pseudo science is just magic. So the professor has been treating some unknown ailment by shooting up with... serum made from animal blood? And that's been making him act like an animal?

Totally reasonable science there.

Wtf kind of condition requires this sort of treatment? It is ye olde viagra? He was supposed to be marrying a younger woman. Maybe he was worried about satisfying her.

"an obscure scientist who was striving in some unknown way for the secret of rejuvenescence and the elixir of life."

OMG it is old fashioned viagra! I was kidding. I'm sorry... 'elixir of life'. That's just viagra. Istg.

“The real source,” said Holmes, “lies, of course, in that untimely love affair which gave our impetuous professor the idea that he could only gain his wish by turning himself into a younger man.

You do not know how much I am laughing right now at the fact that this whole elaborate story is just because the guy wanted to be able to fuck a younger woman. Seriously. All of this because of erectile dysfunction. (Yes, I know it's not stated outright in the text, but subtext people. SUBTEXT. We all know what he means.) I know it's a serious problem for people who suffer from it, but the fact that all these people were freaking out because he went off to Prague and got himself shot up with animal juice so he could get laid but it had the side effect of turning him into a monkey once every 9 days. It's so much. And it's honestly such a believable reason.

"The highest type of man may revert to the animal if he leaves the straight road of destiny.”

This is nonsense, though. Fuck destiny. Nothing is preordained. And straight roads are so boring. Trying to get it up when you're older doesn't make you an animal. He just got involved with an unethical scientist. He needed to stop and ask for peer review and some proper drug trials.

Don't take experimental drugs, people. Unless as part of a regulated medical trial. Don't do it. Not even for the sake of sex. It's not worth it. You'll turn into a monkey and upset puppies.

I don't even think he ended up with the girl after all this. Tragic.

"Consider, Watson, that the material, the sensual, the worldly would all prolong their worthless lives. The spiritual would not avoid the call to something higher. It would be the survival of the least fit."

Rude. I get you're all about the cerebral, Holmes. But that's just rude.

And that's it. No confrontation with the professor. I assume that they stop him from taking the drugs after that. Pity he wasn't born a century later, then he'd have had access to something that worked. No idea if he got the girl in the end. Or how he was expecting it to work if he did marry her and every 9 days he turned into a monkey. That's something to learn about your new husband.

But oh wow, the pseudo science in this on. It's so much. I don't even know what to make of it. Injecting animal serum makes you act like an animal. Injecting animal serum makes you live longer. Wow. just wow. I guess the emphasis on Watson's job was to remind us that he's a doctor so when he starts doing doctory things we don't get confused.