#trying to be open about myself and regression

[sillysaurus]

wanted to answer some of these

What's your big age: 18

What ages do you regress to: mainly around 0-5?

Baby, toddler, or big kid: mainly toddler/preschool and baby, rarely older than those

Do you pet regress: no, i do identify with bunnies though (maybe bunnykin??)

Are you also a caregiver: no, and i don't want to be in that position

How long have you been regressing: since i was about 12? so like 6 years?

Is your regression voluntary or involuntary: mostly involuntary, but i will induce it voluntarily in almost all of my free time

What is your personality like when regressed: fussy/sensitive, whiney crybaby im ngl, quiet/not talkative, but giggly, clingy, shy/sheepish, curious, despite being sensitive and difficult i am always well behaved

How often do you regress: im almost always kind of regressed, but usually i am masking and able to act my age, but if something triggers me more i wont be able to act my age anymore

What puts you into headspace: praise, petnames, baby talk/cooing, gentle/soft tones of voice, people doing things for me, being tired/scared/in pain/sick

What pulls you out of headspace: nsfw, violence, romance, sometimes people cursing (i do a lot and cant stop myself unfortunately), being in public (usually)

Do you have a baby voice in headspace: maybe? kind of? idk but i do talk a bit differently, honestly i talk a lot less but when i do its short words/broken sentences, whiny/softer in tone, etc.

Why do you regress: its mostly involuntary (because of trauma, i believe) but i do it voluntarily as well because its the only time i really feel safe and happy (even though a lot of my regression is negative/vent)

Neon, pastel, neutral, or dark colors: either pastel or dark. odd combo, but i wear black most of the time due to being alternate but my favorite color is blue! i love light/baby blues

Favorite regression clothes: i still wear my alternative clothing style while regressed but i like big hoodies and fuzzy socks as well. i also really want overalls and bloomers!

Do you have a caregiver: no (i would like one, some day)

Do you have any sibbies: no (unsure about having them, open to it i guess?)

Favorite petnames: sweetheart, sweet boy, (anything with 'sweet'), little boy, hun/honey, bud/buddy, goober

Favorite snack: applesauce, fruits, yogurt

Favorite movie(s): the nightmare before christmas, the BFG, sharkboy and lavagirl, rugrats go to paris

Favorite cartoon(s): craig of the creek, rugrats, curious george, summercamp island, alvin and the chipmunks, kindergarten the musical, tmnt

Favorite game(s): animal crossing, stardew valley, twisted wonderland, slime rancher, cookie run

Do you have a comfort character: könig, eyeless jack, laughing jack, moondrop, idia shroud, sundrop, nanami (jjk),

Are you easily scared: yes, scared of thunder, heights, the dark, yelling, etc. and just very nervous and sensitive in general

Independent or dependent: i dont want to be independent but im forced to at the moment, my dream is to be very dependent one day

Do you use a pacifier: yes, usually when im sleepy, upset, or grinding my teeth. i only have one but i want more

Do you use diapers: i wish…

Gear wishlist: everything! a crib, kid/soft books, indoor tent, bottles, sippy cups, plates, silverware, etc, diapers, idk if they make ones big enough but hopefully a high chair, car seat, baby bouncer, and ball pit as well

Favorite regression item: i only have one pacifier and some dinosaur sippy cups but i love them <3

Do you have a bedtime: no (i stay up late) but i would like one, not gonna happen until i get a caregiver though

Do you have rules: no, but one day when i have a caregiver i would like them, unsure about what though besides a bedtime. hopefully they can get me to stop cursing as well

Favorite animal(s): bunnies, marine animals, pigs, monkeys

Favorite holiday: halloween!

Favorite season: autumn/fall

Are your agere interests more fem or masc: definitely masc. dinosaurs, trains, construction vehicles, monster trucks, cartoons/movies/books about boys, tmnt

Do you stim more when regressed: im almost always regressed but yes, mainly vocal stims when im really feeling small

Favorite site/app for regression community: here!! tumblr! i was on reddit and instagram back in the day… (i still use instagram but not much)

What's your favorite thing to learn about in headspace: im learning spanish and german! but i just like learning in general, i like when people tell/teach me about things!

[messi-pup]

cute picrew... wish there were more hair n nose options tho ;;

Starting a picrew chain !!!

make tiny you in this picrew !!

anyone can join

[timmydraker]

Tim had a jumper that doesn’t seem all that special, but to Alfred, Bruce and Dick is incredibly important. Dare they say vital to caring for Tim.

It’s a big wooly thing, once a pale mossy green but now with a hint of brown and white from fading and use. It’s too big for him to the point that the sleeves have to be bunched up when worn and even than they hang over his hands.

It looks like a dress on him, which isn’t help but his naturally slim build.

The jumper is held in such high regard because when Tim puts it on it means that he’s not feeling like he usually does.

His confidence, his snark, his wit, and his mental strength is either hard to reach or impossible.

Tim, in the only instance he actually talked about what was going on when he wasn’t wearing the jumper, said he felt both like a tiny little fish in a giant pond and like his skin was a sheet of paper.

Bruce talked to Dinah about it and said it was most likely a form of mental regression, but Tim refused for it to be called him being ‘little’ or anything that would remind him of being a kid again.

Because he doesn’t act like a kid, but maybe it’s not right to associate Tim Drake with a normal child behaviour pattern. He doesn’t babble or whine or want to watch kids shows like Dinah had suggest he might, but he does go non verbal or only say one or two words in response to pretty much anything.

He puts his jumper on and will just… sit there.

Tim is always moving or thinking, always doing, but when he gets in his ‘jumper state’ as Alfred calls it, he tends to slow down completely and just want to sit somewhere warm and feel the fluff of his carefully maintained jumper.

Sometimes, he seeks out warmth outside of heaters and fires and the sun.

It’s on one of those days when Tim stalks down to the Cave with his jumper on, hair messy over his head and hands held up to his chest in an almost shy manner.

Jason notices him first and simply raises an eyebrow in confusion while Damian scoffs, “What on earth are you wearing, Drake? That looks moldy-“

But Tim doesn’t even look at him, eyes on the floor as he goes over to Bruce at the computer and pokes the older man’s shoulder once before retracting his hand.

Bruce immediately turns and opens his arms, an almost heartbroken look on his face as he lets Tim drawl onto his lap and bury his face in the crook of his neck.

“I’ve got you. Anything in particular or just one of those days?”

Tim speaks in a voice like a husk that Damian and Jason only hear because they’ve come closer and sound travels in the cave, “Janet, birthday.”

Bruce Wayne, The Batman, The Caped Crusader, then fucking coos and kisses his head before rocking him slightly.

“That makes sense. Do you need someone here tonight? I can call Dick or stay myself if you need.”

The two other boys in the room look at each other, shocked to hear Bruce say he will give up a patrol to seemingly cuddle someone.

Tim shakes his head, “Alfred.”

Bruce nods, kissing his head again and saying, “Thank you for coming to me so I can help you. I’m so proud of you for not making yourself go through this alone again.”

It’s not exactly a whine that leaves Tim, but it’s not a word that is Bruce’s answer.

Jason comes forward and awkwardly scratches the back of his head, “I don’t really know what’s going on, but can I like… help or something?”

Bruce smiled as Tim nods against him after a few moments, the boy in his arms turning to reach a hand out for Jason and then strangely patting the hand Jason offers up for him.

Damian, not trying to be rude but needing to understand what is going on, clears his throat and demands, “Explain what is wrong with Drake.”

Luckily Bruce had gotten better at understanding how his son communicates and looks to Tim for permission before answering, “Sometimes Tim needs to… be free of responsibility and just feel like a person for a bit. He isn’t always up for talking and just wants to be around people he trust, and me, Dick and Alfred have managed to convince him to actually come to us when he needs that.”

Bruce smiles at where at where Tim is holding Jason’s hand and swinging it around a bit before feeling over the rough calluses and thick fingers with apparent joy.

Damian frowns a little at his father’s explanation but nods regardless, “Very well, we shall set up the family room for the evening before we head out for patrol.”

Bruce smiled and pulls Damian’s head over to kiss his hairline as he hears Jason mutter, “Weird little guy, aren’t ya?”

Tim hums and pinches his finger and smiling at his older brothers yelp.

[yourcutelittlegayfriend]

✧✦✧ Chapter 4 ✧✦✧

Oh Love, Why can't I See You?

Yandere Platonic Bat Family x Neglected Regressing GN Reader

Warning this part contains: Blood, Biting, Fighting&Yelling, Batman beating the shit out of people and Joker, almost drowning, usage of Lazarus pit and Mental breakdown.

Notes: Bruce's POV HA! I hope I did him justice and not too OOC, I notice a lack of actual Yandere themes on this fic from the family so I started with the patriach first because why not?

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𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪

𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪

It's weird

I see her face again, but not on her; I see it on her child's face. If I met her when she was young, their chubby and plump cheeks would look like hers, and their small stature would be strong and fierce, just like hers, if I remember correctly.

and yet why-?

Why do I see myself in her eyes? tired and exhausted, burnt out even? feeling like the world has already killed you from the inside and only your body can be seen by people who would never look past your walls?

Why do you look so much like me?

I stare at them as they tense up behind Alfred's legs after they told me their name, they were scared yes but I could see their anger behind those eyes, hatred and hateful like the boiling pits of lava, Scalding to touch by anyone and ready to erupt any day something that I couldn't stop if it were to happen.

As I watch them walk away from me and hide, I turn to Alfred and talk to him about last night. Unconsciously, something in my mind is already forgetting about them.

I haven't even known you that long, yet I'm already guilty of choosing a whole city over you.

𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪

It was a rough and tough night in Gotham, I was new and the evil I've been fighting has been longer than me.

Groaning I limp out of my office and head to my father's medical room when I stumble and crash on the floor, wincing I hold my side from the gunshot in one of the fights tonight, Eyes turning blurry as the air in my lungs get scarce as well as my body who beg for a rest, I can only hear my heartbeat and rushing of my blood on my ears as I lay on the carpet floor bleeding heavily until-

A tiny pair of footsteps reverberate on the floor, thudding slowly until they stop and shuffle in front of me, opening my eyes and look up to see the child looking down at me, they tilt their tiny head before turning on the side as they open their mouth like they're talking to somebody.

"...........do I-?.......... won't matter-...............never remember anyway". Their voice were all over the place as they conversed alone then their eyes turned back to me, they stared deeply through my soul, Judging me and criticizing me with just one look, Something a child shouldn't have, and yet this one was more mature, Like me- funny how they look like an exact replica of when I was just a boy, Who would have thought that there's another kid like me laying around, having the exact pain and trauma I've endured.

I feel my body get dragged on the floor as I hear their grunts and pants from pulling my cape turning, I see their face, even with frustration written on them I can still see a sliver of a child peeking through behind their cold and quiet front betrayed by their tiny pout and small huffs, never notice that before- why did I never try to notice you before?

Blinking back from the darkness, I suddenly found myself staring up at the ceiling with the familiar warm lighting from my father's old fireplace illuminating the design carved on it- Mother loved it and Father wanted her to feel welcome when she stayed on the couches reading books with me as we wait for him to finish his paperwork.

I grunt in pain when I felt something touch my side, Looking down a pair of small hands was wrapping my abdomen with a roll of gauze, They stop and look up at me, A look of indifference on their face before looking back down again and continued on before cutting the wrap and finished.

"....You.....when did you-". I tried to talk but they just looked at me making me quiet.

"..... It's best if you just stayed quiet and rest Mr. Wayne... You won't be of use when you're....." Their eyes traveled on my wounds and shots that were perfectly clean and wrapped before continuing.

".....Dead". They hummed making me tense from their choice of words before walking away as I watched them clean up the medical tray and any bloody equipment and put away saline solutions and gauze back.

My brows frowned when their words came back into my head, I touched my face not feeling the familiar texture of the cowl on my face making my eyes slightly widen and I stared at the back of their head.

-Why do I feel less scared on the thought of you knowing my identity was revealed?.

Why do I feel hurt when you won't call me Fa-.

Hearing a clutter I turn and see them adding more wood to the fireplace and poking the embers with a fire poker before putting it away and turning to me.

Both of us stare at each other, the fire behind them grows larger as their shadow grew and cast over me while their eyes seem to glow and light up with a roaring fire, a child too small and vulnerable to face the world and the evil within this city and yet they looked more than ready to burn this city to the ground and eradicate the devil's weed growing on the cracks of broken concretes of the people, something Batman has yet to do, something I can never do.

"Goodnight, Mr. Wayne". They said before walking out and closing the door behind them with a soft thud.

I look at the wooden fixture and become surprised when I see my good arm thoughtlessly reaching out for them.

𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪

A few more months have passed since they started living here and I find myself paying attention or moving my sights over them more and more, how they walk so silently that you can't even hear it until you finally spot them when they practically stand out in the open, They even blend perfectly anywhere like they don't want people to see or even look at them and how their voice is always on that same lower volume where you can hear them perfectly but thought it was just the wind whispering something.

But I do, I always knew, it was like seeing gold shining around their form, and anything they did it's like everything was duller except them, I even took note of little things like the twitch on their lips when something annoyed them or a raise of their brow when they're interested.

So why do you look so angry when I just want to give you attention?

"No I don't want a debut, Mr. Wayne". They replied with a glare as they sat on the other side of the table barely eating the dinner Alfred made when I asked them to join me.

I was baffled and slightly vexed at their choice and the way they didn't even take the time to think about it, or maybe it's because you still kept looking at me with that-.

"No? What do you mean no? It's only right for you as a Wayne to debut especially for your birth-". I insisted but they cut me off by slamming their hands on the hardwood surface of the table, The dishes jumped, and the pitcher of water almost tipped over from the force while my glass of wine tumbled on the side and spilled the contents.

"I said No! I don't want anything, especially from you-!". They send me a hateful look pointing a finger at me.

"And don't you ever use my birthday on anything!". They shouted before pushing back their chair and walking away, Everything was moving so fast, I could hear my heartbeat pumping harder as my breathing became heavier and faster before I knew it I was already out of my chair as my hand was just reaching for them then gripped their arm tightly.

"Where do you think you're going? This conversation isn't over". I snap as I tug them harder, They look at me in surprise as I saw fear peeking in their irises before hiding it back and hardening their eyes as they pry off my fingers from their arm.

"Yes, it is! Now let go!". They cried as the two of us continued tugging before I let go when I felt sharp pain erupt from my hand I looked and saw a bleeding bite mark on the side of my palm.

Looking up in shock, they stood there holding their arm back as a trickle of my blood dripped down their lips while they bore their teeth at me like what a scared animal would do.

"I'm sorry-". I tried to reach out for them but they only backed away until Alfred came -probably from the ruckus we made- who escorted them away before focusing on my hand.

As Alfred was cleaning my hand I kept looking at the direction they left as I listened to him chastise me on how I approached the situation.

"I only wanted to give them what any child would have wanted Alfred". I reasoned with him but I knew deep inside I already said the wrong answer.

"You are correct to some extent sir and I understand you have good intentions, Master Bruce, They may be a child but a different one, Their only world is gone not too long ago and not only that but their Mother died on their own birthday as well". Alfred confessed the reason behind their actions making my blood turn cold from the truth.

"-You, yourself must understand what it must feel like to have everything gone in just a flash". He said before tying up the gauze and backing away from me.

"Give them time and if you are still persistent about the event then let me have a discussion with them first and let the child have a say or even a few choices on the matter". He added as he started to fix up the mess while he left me thinking.

𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪

After Alfred had a chance to consult with them, from what he relayed is that they agreed as long as they have the choice to leave whenever they wanted and no fancy stuff that exceed on what most normal people's party should be. By taking any wins that I could get, I personally planned everything that where only proper to call a normal party making sure it's not too extravagant, an event of finally viewing them as a Wayne, to show everyone that they are my child.

How did everything go so wrong so fast?

Joker and his newly formed goons who escaped Arkham Asylum after I foiled his plans months before crashed and destroyed the party and took them away.

"So sorry for being fashionably late Mr. Wayne! I was a little heartbroken when you decided to invite all of Gotham except lil' o me SO! I've decided why not both of me and this little ball of joy have the same debut! I'm sure Batsy won't mind right?" They cackle before driving off to who knows where while I stress as the people run like ants in the rain.

I was quick, I knew I was, searching for them like hell and made sure no stone or concrete was unturned in the city even if my hands were covered by the blood of his goons or other criminals that tried to get in my way but-

When I saw them falling down that green boiling pits I knew I should have arrived sooner, I should have never let them go in the first place, I should have hidden you instead.

I yelled out for them like a desperate man till my throat was raw as their hands -just inches- slipped pass mine, their body plummeting down the liquid as they tried their best to reach out the surface and stay afloat, I pounded my wrist on the metal catwalk that I dropped onto before rushing down and rounded the clown till he was down on the floor wheezing and bloodied, his face more purple and black than his pale white ashy skin.

I knelt down in anguish gripping the rocky shore of the green glowing pool when I heard a splash, looking up to see them crying out in pain and screeching like a bat out from hell making my heartbeat stop and started to pump again as adrenaline shot through my muscles as I quickly fished them out, they cried and cried in my arms while screaming out as their body spasm and muscles twitch as green veins cracked their skin.

Shushing their cries as I hold them close and tightly, tears slowly dropped from my eyes, running down the mask till they landed on their face as they whined from fatigue yet their head looked up as our eyes met, I pulled them near my chest as I lay their head on my shoulder as I try to whisper sweet nothings into their ear, hands trembling as I dig on anything my hand could touch, my voice wavering but not my promises to protect them, to give them what they want, to love them and to stay with them forever.

"Everything is alright now, you'll be alright, Father's right here I'm not going anywhere." I whispered as I kissed the top of their head and swaying them back and forth trying to lull them to sleep.

"I see you now, I'm right here and I won't let you out of my arms ever again"

𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪

𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪

Hope this ain't too shitty hahaha inspired when silco tried to save jinx with shimmer kept dreaming about it last night.

[tinylilacbun]

Leverage

Summary: Rafe owes Barry a lot of money and the pogue is done with waiting, so he takes the only thing that gets the Cameron boy moving.

Pairing: daddy!rafe x little!reader, barry x little!reader

Warnings: age regression, dark themes, kidnapping, drugging, swearing, happy ending, set in season 1, word count: 1,4k

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You hum to the current song that's playing from your phone as you apply body lotion onto your skin, having just finished taking a bath and getting ready for the day.

Rafe is already out and about. He did ask if you wanted to come with him but you rather wanted to sleep in.

After you finish spreading the lotion everywhere you put on your clothes, a plaid skirt and pastel colored shirt to match and fits your headspace as you start to feel like regressing, fixing your hair a little before grabbing your phone and leaving the bathroom.

You make your way downstairs to eat some breakfast, ascend the stairs and walk past the entrance hallway, stopping in your tracks when you see the front door slightly open.

"Sarah? Wheezie?" You call out, getting no response as the house is completely empty, or so you thought.

Before you could take another step, a hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your screams as you trash in the intruder's arms, breathing heavily and suddenly starting to feel dizzy as you inhale a rather sweet scent.

"You can thank Rafe for this, sugar." You hear a familiar voice whisper in your ear just as your vision turns black.

When your eyes finally flutter open again you groan softly, sitting up on the creaky mattress as you try to get your bearings, lifting your hands only to find them tied together with rope that's tightly looped around the bedframe and tug on it.

You frown, your fuzzy brain getting a little more clear as you look around the room you're in, taking how messy it is and the smell of weed and other stuff you don't even figure out lingering in the air.

Your body jolts when you hear footsteps approaching the room, pulling your knees up and tense as the door unlocks and opens with a creak.

There stands Barry, with a cigarette between his lips and a twisted smile forming on his face. You barely know him, he's Rafe's dealer and that's about it.

Well, you only know his name, that hes a pogue, and now partly dangerous.

"G'morning there, pretty girl." He drawls, stepping into the room and beside the bed.

You instinctively scoot as far as your bound wrists let you, your lip trembling as the fear creeps up about not knowing what he's gonna do or why you're here in the first place.

"Easy. M'not gonna hurt you, I mean, unless you decide to be difficult." He chuckles, reaching out to pat your head in a patronizing way before taking a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke in your direction. "Sorry that I had to drag you into this shit but your loverboy messed up bad this time, and I ain't gonna let myself be fucked around with."

"R-Rafe? What did he do?" You ask shakily, and hoping for your life that he's already on his way to get you because you can feel yourself panicking and regressing because of this whole situation.

"You see, he owes me 20 grand and has been late on paying it back. I'm done waiting and to get his ass moving, I have to motivate him a little, and what better way is there than you, his sweet girl." He explains, dubbing his cigarette out in an ashtray on the nightstand.

He pulls out your phone, looking back at you expectantly. "Code?" You keep your mouth shut, which seems to be a mistake when he narrows his eyes, leaning closer to your face. "Listen, either you tell me willingly or I'll force it out of you."

"2406..." You mutter out. it's the date you and Rafe got together.

"There, good choice." He murmurs, getting into your contact list and looking for Rafe's number, lifting the phone to his ear after hitting the call button.

"Baby? Where are you? I thought-" Rafe starts when Barry cuts him off.

"Country club, haven't heard from you in a while." Barry greets him enthusiastically. "A'ight, let's get this straight. I got your girl here and if you want her back in one piece you get me my money. I'll give you 24 hours."

"Barry, I swear if you touch a single hair on her head I'll-" Rafe is about to threaten him.

"You're not really in the position for making any threats, y'know?" Barry teases him.

"Let me talk to her." Rafe demands and Barry holds the phone to your ear with a smirk.

"R-Rafey?" You speak with a tremble in your voice, feeling tears building up in your eyes.

"Baby, are you okay? I'll be there soon, yeah? Just, stay calm and don't do anything. Daddy's gonna handle this, you hear me? I promise." He assures you and you nod even though he can't see you, starting to sniffle.

Barry lifts the phone back to his ear. "20k. 24 hours. And don't you dare pulling any shit, got it?" He warns him before ending the call, tossing your phone out of your reach. "Hungry or thirsty? Don't look at me like that. I may be a criminal but I'm no monster, sugar."

It's been awhile since you woke up. You have been fed and hydrated throughout the whole time, anxiously waiting for Rafe to arrive and save you.

You can't even get yourself to be mad at him for getting you into this whole mess, you just want to be held by him more than anything right now.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when Barry comes into the room again, walking over to you and untangles the rope from the bedframe but keeps your wrists still tied.

He grabs your arm and you yelp in surprise as he yanks you up to stand, pulling you with him while you stumble to try and keep up with him.

As you're dragged into another room relief washes over you when you see Rafe pacing restlessly, holding a black bag tightly in his hand, stopping in his tracks as his eyes lock with yours.

He instinctively attempts to take a step towards you but stops again when Barry pulls out his gun, pressing it to your side. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you know better. Money first."

Rafe scowls but tosses the open bag onto the coffee table, the many bundled stacks of money visible as he holds his hand out. "Now let her go."

Barry nods, tilting his head a little to glance at you . "I'll miss your company." He breathes into your ear before he lets you go, tucking his gun into the waistband of his pants, looking back at Rafe. "Don't run off, gotta count it first."

Without hesitation you crash into Rafe's body, holding onto his shirt with all your might as you start to cry into his chest, all the while Barry sits down on his worn out couch and starts to count the money.

Rafe hurriedly unties your wrists, rubbing his thumb carefully over the slight rope burns, his chest feeling tight at your quiet whimper and wraps his arms tightly around you.

You instantly wrap your arms around him, gripping onto the back of his shirt.

"Shh, it's okay now, I got you..." He shushes you, his one hand holding the back of your head, pressing a reassuring kiss to your temple. "I'm sorry."

A few minutes later you hear Barry whistle, turning your head a little to face him as Rafe tightens his hold on you, afraid to let you go. "You're good to go, country club. See this as a warning as to what happens the next you think to fuck with me."

Not even answering, Rafe simply picks you up bridal style and leaves the trailer with you clinging to him desperately, making his way to his truck.

"I really didn't mean for this to happen, y'know that, right?" He asks as he keeps walking, feeling you nod against him.

"I knows...s'okay." You hiccup, nuzzling your face in his neck to inhale his cologne. "Was really scared, daddy."

"I know, I know. Daddy makes sure to never ever let this happen again, yeah?" He promises, setting you down in the passenger seat and buckling your seat belt, reaching up to wipe some of your tears away. "I love you, more than anything."

You give him a smile, leaning into his touch. "Luv you more..."

He leans closer to peck your lips before shutting the car door, walking over to the driver's side and hopping in.

Quickly turning on the engine he drives away from Barry's trailer, placing his hand on top of your thigh in a protective and reassuring way, occasionally squeezing or rubbing your soft skin.

[sillyagerestuff]

Caregivers:

How they're treated nowadays

From what I've noticed and experienced a little myself, caregivers are treated as if they're replaceable.

No, this doesn't mean that everyone does. But a lot of people do.

Caregivers are treated as if they're robots, ai chats, and even just as a backup option in case their current relationship/dynamic doesn't work out

Something to remember is that carers are real people with real emotions, not people you only talk to when it benefits you because you're regressed or something.

When trying to find a new carer, you shouldn't talk to two different people at once, whether they know or not. The whole time, they might be wondering if you're thinking about the other person while texting them. They might expect you to stop showing interest in them, and in the end, you probably don't end up with either of them. You shouldn't "keep your options open" to see if you click or not with the 1st person and keep the 2nd around as a backup.

[thatoneweirddreamer]

The Media Demon: Regress

[Note: I can't believe I'm doing this, @that-hazbin, I partially blame you for this, this is based on your media demon AU. I don't know if I will make another part of this. But for now, let's start with this first.]

Alastor knew that after Adam's last attack on him had given him an injury that would either heal very slowly or kill him if he wasn't careful and slowly start to heal up. But, for some reason, for some god damned reason that he still doesn't understand, he didn't leave the battlefield. He watched from the shadows as everything was happening and just as it seemed that Charlie was about to be killed by Adam from asphyxiation. He stepped in. He made a last-ditch effort to kill Adam and failed.

He attacked Adam from behind from the shadows and while Adam did let Charlie go to counter-attack him. Adam's attack, across his chest much like Adam's first fatal attack against him, but in an opposite manner, did more damage than what he was anticipating. But, for him, that was enough at the very least Charlie will have a chance of defeating or even killing Adam. Before Charlie or Adam could do anything else a blast of holy magic blasted Adam through the hotel roof and straight to the basement level.

'Well, it seems His Royal Shortness has finally arrived,' Alastor thought as his breath became wheezing, his lungs began to fail him as he lay on his back awaiting his second more permanent death to take hold, 'I do hope that they should just kill him, but the Princess wouldn't like that.'

His eyes began to blur as Charlie all, but clambered over to him in a panic, eyes filled with tears soon followed by Vaggie who was panicking, finally, Lucifer descended and immediately began trying to heal him also looking very much panicked and worried. 'Ah,' Alastor thought, 'Don't cry, Mon Faon.' Alastor tried to move his arms to wipe away Charlie's tears, but much like everything else his arms have also failed him.

His eyes trailed over Vaggie who was both trying to comfort Charlie and not cry and panic seeing him dying and then his eyes landed on Lucifer, who was doing his hardest to not look at him in the eye and concentrate on healing him. He used the last of his strength to grab one of Lucifer's hands and tried to drag the hands away from his chest when he grabbed Lucifer's wrist, Lucifer's eyes snapped straight onto him and made eye contact, Alastor could only give him this sort of pained grimace as his eyes held what both he and Lucifer know. He, Alastor, cannot be saved, but Lucifer only shook his head and as Lucifer's hands shook continued to try and heal him.

'This isn't the worst outcome I've thought of for myself, though it would be a shame to leave mon faon without any support, by now, His Majesty should step up, especially with me about to be gone.' From the edge of his eyes, he can see as the darkness slowly but surely consumes his sight. Lucifer's effort will only slow down his ensured death by a few seconds or a minute or 2 at most.

Rather than fighting it, Alastor gave in. Alastor stopped fighting against death and let it take him. Lucifer seemed to panic more and Charlie's cries grew louder as she tried to escape Vaggie's hold, who was also crying. Charlie was trying to get to Alastor to hug him. That was the last thing he saw before everything turned black for him.

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The first thing he knows is that he can no longer feel any pain, the second thing is that shouldn't he be dead. The final thing he noted was that he felt weak, magically and physically, but simultaneously, he was in perfect health? He finally put in an effort and opened his eyes and saw that he was in the middle of a crater in the middle of the streets in Pentagram City, and the feeling of deja vu. He climbed out of the crater he was in and nearly cursed without anything to cover his foul language. He knew those buildings, he recognised those old decrepit and out-of-date styles anywhere. This was the day he first arrived in hell. He was both thankful to whoever was behind this and cursing them to the high heavens.

Part 2 Part 3

[arckat]

Coping with BPD splitting while regressed ⋆୨୧˚

Something I've been wanting to figure out for myself is how to deal with splitting while regressed. Big reactions and emotions can be too much sometimes, and I want to try and find ways to help myself with that

Here's some ideas I had of what to do to help myself with this: (That you might find helpful too!)

Things regressors can do:

☆ Run a cold or freezing bath for yourself— This can shock the nervous system and help your brain focus on the temperature instead

☆ Journal about the situation— Write about what's going on. (Ex. What triggered the split, how you feel, what you want to say, what you think you'll do) Even if you don't have a journal, grab a piece of paper or open the notes app

☆ Drawing/Coloring— This can help focus your mind on something else. The action itself, the thing you're drawing, the colors, the feeling/texture of drawing. An extra thing to do with this activity is assign negative emotions/actions/etc to your colors, and when you color or draw with those colors, that's letting out those negative things

☆ Get your feelings and emotions out through play— Get some stuffed animals, toys, whatever you perfer, and play out how you feel. Or play out how the split would go and what you would say through your toys (Extra: Then after you could make the characters apologize about it)

☆ Talk and practice— Get a toy or something you find comfort in (Or a person you trust, assuming they didn't trigger the split) and talk to them about how you feel, imagine what they would say. Practice what you would say to the person who triggered you, or figure out what you would do from there

☆ Singing/Humming— You can sing or hum with or without music. Either way, it's a good way to focus on something else. If it's a song you don't remember the lyrics of, that can help your brain focus on trying to guess or remember

☆ Talking to yourself— Get your emotions out by talking to yourself as you do other things. It's a good way to feel smaller in general, but it's also very helpful to get emotions out that way. Even if it's just nonsensical babbling or noises. Maybe even repeat positive affirmations

☆ Communicate your needs— If you need time, ask to distance yourself (if you're talking to someone). Just the same as if you need help, you're allowed to ask for it. Talk about how you feel if you can. Set boundaries for the period that you split. Communicate in other ways (drawing, writing, pointing). Now that's all easier said than done, but it's never impossible

☆ Eat some sour candies (+alternatives)— Helps your brain focus on the sourness of the candy instead of big feelings (Just be careful not to get a stomachache) If you don't like sour things, maybe try spicy food! If you don't like spicy food, try salty food. Some other alternatives to this are pop rocks (focus on the pops), soda (focus on the fizz), ice cream and smoothies/milkshakes (focus on the chill)

☆ Stress/chew toys— Stress balls, slime, pacis, chew toys, chewlery, etc, are all good options to take your emotions out on

☆ Go outside— Take a walk, go to the park, play in your backyard, eat at your favorite food place. Just make sure you take someone with you if needed. A backyard or empty park can be really calming, maybe bring some toys or activities you like with you

☆ Contact a trusted person— If you have someone aware of your splits and they know some ways to help, try to contact them. Just make sure it's okay with them to talk about it

☆ Take a break from regressing— Now regression is different for everyone. But for some, it's not good to be regressed while splitting. Making it harder, scarier, or more confusing to deal with. If you need to take a step back from regressing for a moment, than you should

Things caregivers can do:

☆ Offer space— If you notice any signs of a potential split, ask them if they need some space. Make sure to be considerate in the way you ask this and how it's worded. If they would like space, you could ask if they need anything before they take some time to themselves (Ex. Favorite toy/stuffed animal, water, a snack, put a show or music on)

☆ Encourage actions listed above— See some of the mechanisms listed for regressors to do, and ask your little if any of those sound like they can be of help to them

☆ Ask if theres anything you can do— Ask questions! It's good to ask if theres anything specific that works for people in times like this. And if your regressor doesn't know/doesn't remember, maybe offer to help them find some things that help

☆ And if you as a caregiver is splitting— Remember not to be hard on yourself during this time, and make sure to ask for space or support if you need it. It's okay to take time from your regressor if needed, it will keep you both safe and happy. I don't have much more on this because I'm not a caregiver. BUT if anyone wants me to make a list like this on how caregivers can deal with splits, I'd love to do that in the future E:)

And remember that no matter role you take in this situation, your feelings are valid. You're allowed to want space from people or situations, and you're allowed to help yourself and recieve help.

Let me know if anyone wants a version of this that is tailored to caregivers splitting (And I'll provide advice for regressors in that too if I can think of any!!)

Sorry if any of this was worded bad.. a little tired right now

[littlespacereader]

Omg yes!! Cg fantastic four!! They all have such a good vibe, I love their comics. They are such a great family!!

To say I’m a huge Fantastic Four fan would be an understatement. I’ve love their “found family” dynamic since the early 2000’s films. But there’s something about this new movie with the 60’s aesthetic and the casting that just makes my little side scream. I watched the trailer and was like “These are my new fictional caregivers, add them to the list.” Plus make Ben the fun Uncle and Johnny an older brother little and you have a recipe for a great fic! Please enjoy!!!

Dinner at 7 o’clock 💙🤍

Caregiver! Reed Richards & Susan Storm, Older brother Little! Johnny Storm and GN Little! Reader (SFW)

Tags- little in trouble with cgs, don’t worry their softies, hugs and cuddles, forehead kisses, sippy cups, stuffies

“We make it a point to do family dinner every week. Sunday at 7, on the dot, no matter what.”

I run off the bus and towards the Baxter building, one hand clutching my stuffed animal, the other holding onto my backpack strap.

Another glance to my watch sends my heart sinking. 7:30pm. I’m thirty minutes late! I try to hold back the tears inside of me. It’s okay, just thirty minutes. Maybe I could make you really good excuse? Maybe they would buy it?

Who am I kidding? Papa would see right through it. He’s super smart. Maybe Mama would have pity on me?

I run up the front steps of the Baxter building and right into the lobby. There Herbie the robot is waiting for me. “There you are Y/N, Mister Richards and Miss Storm have been worried about you.”

“Are they mad?” I ask, walking with the robot to the elevators.

“No, they are disappointed you missed dinner but they have been mostly worried.”

I missed dinner?!?!

It’s as if the world was crashing around me. I try to catch my racing heart, guilt filling me. “Okay…okay I’m heading up to see them.”

“Good idea. I will be waiting here for Johnny’s arrival.”

The elevator arrives and I quickly run in. I press the button to the top floor and wait. My heart and body fill with anxiety as we go floor by floor.

My thoughts go from Herbie who probably announced my arrival up stairs already to Johnny…the whole reason I’m in this mess.

My older brother Little was supposed to stick with me at the fair today….but he left me and said we’d meet up at the bus at 5. I waited an hour, two hours. I looked for him but I couldn’t wait any longer

I knew he just forgot. It isn’t the first time, certainly won’t be the last…But now, I had to cover for him while also trying to get myself out of trouble.

The elevator dings, pulling me from my thoughts as the doors open.

I step out and cautiously walk out and into our shared apartment floor. It’s quiet, too quiet. I walk into the kitchen to find the table cleaned from dinner. I sigh to myself, gripping my stuffed animal a little tighter.

“You’re late.” Papa’s stern voice breaks the silence causing me to jump.

“Papa-.” I turn to look at his and Mama’s disappointed expressions.

“What do I always say? We have dinner every Sunday at 7 together as a family. And neither you nor Johnny was here for it. Can you tell me why that was?” He crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow to me.

I look between the two, “I was at the fair today…”

“And?” Mama encouraged me to go on.

“And I had fun. I won this Teddy! See?” I hold it up.

“It’s a lovely Teddy but it still doesn’t explain why you’re late.” Mama’s gentle voice reminds me.

“Yeah…so I…” I try to think of a good enough lie, “I…I lost track of time…and my bus driver was super slow so I got here after dinner.” I quickly rush to say.

The two Caregivers share a look that communicates everything without saying a word.

“Un huh…and you went to the fair, regressed, by yourself?” Papa asks.

“No! I was with Johnny. I told Mama before I left.” I say without realizing…damnit….

“Johnny kept an eye on you all day?” Mama asks.

“Yeah! We had fun.”

“So where is he?”

“He’s…you know him…he’s…”

“I’m right here.” Johnny strides into the kitchen with Herbie behind, “Someone didn’t hold the elevator for me while I was talking to Herbie downstairs.” He pats my back before going to the fridge. “Please tell me Uncle Ben saved some pasta for us.”

“You’re lucky he loves you kids.” Papa replies, clearly not done with the conversation. “Sit at the table. We’ll warm dinner up for you.”

And so while Papa and Mama went into the kitchen to talk a game plan of how they were going to get the truth out of us, Johnny and I say across from each other at the table, whisper arguing.

“WHERE WERE YOU?!?” I whisper yelled to him.

“I got caught up…”

“Caught up?! Seriously?! I was waiting there for two hours!!”

“Come on, it wasn’t that long…”

“It was!! I knew I should’ve taken Uncle Ben instead.” I sit back and cross my arms.

“Look, I’m sorry okay. I lost track of time myself. I was on that spinning top ride over and over again. And when my head stopped spinning I realized what time it was I rushed over but you had left.”

“Johnny, I don’t like getting in trouble with Papa and Mama.”

He scoffs, “Come on, they’re softies.”

“You’re older so you’re not as afraid. I don’t like it…all this lying and make believe and getting in trouble and-.”

Mama sets a plate of pasta in front of me cutting my conversation off. I blush looking up to her before casting my eyes to the ground. “Thank you.” I say softly.

She smiles and kisses my forehead. “You’re welcome my polite little one.” She says, putting Johnny’s bowl down next infront of him. “I just gotta grab our drinks and then we’ll all sit together.”

The moment she’s out of earshot Johnny looks to me, “You better not crack under their pressure.”

“I can’t do this.” I whine, “I don’t like them to be mad at me!!”

“They’re going to put the pressure on you because they know you’re an easy target. They butter you up and you crack on your own.”

“Because I feel guilt to lie to them?! I can’t. When they come over and they’re so nice to me and I’m lying to them, it eats at me…”

“Yeah but if you tell them the truth I’m in trouble.”

“You should be!”

“He should be what?” Papa appears out of no where, putting a sippy cup of juice in front of me.

“He should be…happy…that Uncle Ben saved us all this food.” I lie, blushing under his gaze.

“You both should be. Uncle Ben was very kind enough to make sure there was enough leftovers so you could eat.”

“Where is Uncle Ben?” Johnny ask, taking his plastic cup from Mama before she sat down at one end of the table, Papa sitting at the other.

“He should be around here.” Papa looks around.

“Would you like your Teddy have a chair?” Mama asks me so nicely. It makes the guilt inside of me swirl. I nod my head yes.

Mama smiles warmly, standing. She walks into Johnny and I’s playroom and grabs a small play chair. She brings it to my side, putting my newly won fair teddy in it.

Turmoil swirls inside me. I look back up to her as she takes her seat again. I can’t take it…I can’t take lying to her when she’s being so nice to me and Teddy.

“M-Mama…” I say a bit strain, “We-.”

“Had some much fun at the fair today.” Johnny interrupts.

“Really?” Mama smiles, “What did you guys do together?”

“Everything.” Johnny says vaguely. “Rides, carnival games…”

“Did you win this Teddy all by yourself sweetheart?” Papa asks me.

“I did! Second try and I won.”

“Wow!” He looks so genuinely impressed, “Im so proud of you.”

And all at once my heart sank again. Tears start to form in my eyes as I look at Papa. “I…I CAN’T DO THIS…” I start to cry.

I can hear Johnny sigh and put his fork down, mumbling “for the love of…”

“I wasn’t late because I didn’t realize what time it was! I knew I was going to be late but it was because Johnny left me to go do something else in the fair. I know you told him to keep an eye on me but I wanted to go back to the carnival games and he wanted to go back to the rides-.”

“Y/N, stooooooppppppp.” Johnny whines.

“So we split and promised to meet by the busses at 5 but I kept waiting and he never showed up so I went looking for him but I couldn’t find him so I home without him and was still late.” I cry, trying to explain.

“And I kept lying to cover for him because I didn’t want him to get in trouble but I don’t wanna lie to you Papa, or Mama. I…I…I’m sorry!!” I cry and explain through breaths before crumbling into tears.

“Awwwww sweetheart,” Papa pushes his chair back and pulls me to sit in his lap, holding me into a hug. “It’s okay, let it out.” He rubs my back, holding me close as I sob into his shirt.

“Johnny, you left them alone? Johnny I put you in charge because you said felt big enough for the responsibility.” Mama starts to scold.

“I did! I really did! But they’re just lying!” Johnny whines.

“They wouldn’t be upset if they were lying.” She raises an eyebrow to his defense.

“You don’t know that, maybe they’re a really good liar.”

“Johnny I know you’re not telling the truth and Y/N is.” Papa scolds.

“No you don’t!” Johnny adds, crosses his arms pouting.

“Really? Because while you and Y/N were arguing at the table, Mama and I reviewed Herbie’s footage which shows Y/N running in from the bus into the building and you flying to the building.”

Johnny freezes, rubbing his arm and looking down. “Oh…well that…”

“That, lines up better with the truth than your fake story,” Papa sighs, “I’m disappointed in both of you. I don’t expect you two to be liars.”

Now we both look upset. Johnny tries desperately to hide his tears while I hold Papa as my tears continue to fall.

“Come on Reed, let’s the kids off the hook,” Ben walks into the kitchen. “So they lied, not the end of the world.”

“Ben!” Johnny jumps from the table and hugs him, hiding away against him.

“Awww. Come on, what could the kid have possibly done?” He ask rubbing Johnny’s back to soothe him.

“Ben…” Mama shoots him a look that reads: stay out of it.

Ben gets the message quickly, “Alright, alright.” He holds a hand up in surrender.

“Johnny,” Mama starts to say, “can you look at me sweetie?”

Johnny reluctantly pulls himself away from Ben to look to her. His eyes red with tears.

“I’m not happy with that happened today. We left you in charge of Y/N and you left them alone. They’re younger than you. They could’ve gotten hurt while you were gone or lost. I know you wouldn’t want that to happen.” Johnny shakes his head no her.

“And Y/N,” she turns and looks to them still sitting in Papa’s lap. “I know you just wanted to protect Johnny, but lying isn’t the answer. If he does something wrong, you can’t always cover for him. Understand?”

I nod looking down again.

“I’m sorry…” Johnny breaks the silence saying.

“Me too…” I adds.

“We accept your apologies.” Mama opens her arms and Johnny happily accepts, sitting with her similar to how I’m sitting with Papa.

Speaking of him, “No more trips just the two of you. From now on if you want to go to the park or the fair, you have to take Mama or myself.”

“Or your crazy fun Uncle,” Ben jokes taking a seat at the table. “I’ll happily take you were ever you need to.”

“You’re not helping Ben.” Mama chuckles.

“What? I can’t stay mad at these rascals too long.” He teases.

“Neither can we,” Papa leans down places a kiss to my forehead.

After dinner it’s movie night with comfort and cuddles. We all gather in the living room and cuddle on the couch. Uncle Ben gets the lounger while Papa sits on one end and Mama on the other.

Johnny and I can’t sit still. I sit with Papa at the beginning of the film, then switch to cuddling with Mama where I fall asleep for the night. Johnny follows suit sitting cuddled to Mama, then Papa then falls asleep beside Uncle Ben.

Then all at once everything is calm again in the Baxter Building, having a Fantastic end to the day.

[littlesunshine123]

How to play again

Often in regression spaces, I see people having trouble learning to play again like a kid. As someone who is somewhat successfully relearning how to play, I wanted to share a few tips.

1 There is no right way to play, and relearning to play will take time, so be patient with yourself. Letting loose can help creativity flow and help get into a playful mindset.

2 Learn about different styles of play. You can also think about how you played most often as a kid to figure out what comes naturally to you. Some examples are active play, dramatic play, sensory play, and expressive play.

3 Start with familiar objects or things that are more "close ended" if you feel overwhelmed. Sometimes, open ended play and toys like blocks or dolls can feel overwhelming if you haven't interacted with these types of objects in a while. This is normal and okay. You can also play with toys that represent familiar characters, such as a playset from your favorite tv show. Over time, you can try more open ended play, if you feel so inclined.

4 Still feeling overwhelmed? Try putting toys or other playthings and activities near you while you do something else such as watching TV. I almost always find myself fidgeting or playing with things if they are near me.

5 You don't need anything to play, but sometimes having toys can be helpful. I find thrift stores, Facebook marketplace (be safe with this one) and garage sales are a great place to buy quality toys on a budget.

6 If you are nervous to buy toys for the first time, know that it is okay. The cashier doesn't care what you are buying and will most likely not say anything or ask, but if it helps, you can have a prepared excuse. Some examples can be "I'm buying this as a present", "this reminds me of my sibling/cousin/other kid, isn't it neat?" "Wow! This toy is so nostalgic, I always wanted one of these." If that is too overwhelming, you can try using self checkout or getting items delivered to your house if you are able.

7 Work with what you have. You don't need a lot of toys in order to play. Try to do best with what you have by seeing things creatively. You can also create your own toys such as paper dolls, play food or money, or accessories such as a paper crown.

Most of all, remember your form of play and regression is valid and doesn't have to look like anyone else's. I am trying to start posting more as I have been a regressor for a while and feel I have a lot of advice to give and things to say. Let me know if you have any questions or any other topics you want me to give advice on. Thanks!

[i-arch-my-backula]

Visitor in the night: Lestat De Lioncourt x reader

Finally locked the fuck in and got myself to write something, even if it is kind of short. Tried to make this more of a gothic romance type of thing but I still feel like it's way too literal to be close to actually gothic. Anyway, reader is GN and Lestat is left to interpretation on which version he is, kind of a mix of book, 1994, and 2022 Lestat.

Content includes: Mature themes, no actual sex or anything super explicitly sexual but reader gets naked, murder mentions, blood drinking, probably manipulation, reader is suicidal kinda, no explicit time period but I wrote it with the 18th/19th century in mind

Life here in the countryside has become…unsavory…Day in and day out is the same thing over and over again. You’ve slowly regressed into barely doing anything all day long. You only get out of bed when you’re forced to do so, and even then you have to have someone help you get dressed. Once you’re out of your room you wander aimlessly through the halls of your house or out in the fields. The only time you seem to find peace is at night. Your windows open, looking out at the starry sky. Sometimes you walk around outside, in nothing but some casual clothes. It makes you feel alive again. 

Today has been just another day of gray filtered over everything. Your food has lost its flavor, art has lost its color, even the lovely herbs your little indoor garden grows have lost its wonderful smell. You were forced out of bed and you spent today wandering down the halls of your home, walking out in the fields, searching for something to end this deep melancholy. But your mind can only think of death. You sent yourself to bed early tonight, the window open like usual. You must hear those crickets and frogs outside if you want to sleep. The painfully silent house only drives you mad when you try to sleep. 

You’re laying on your side, away from the window, deep in thought. Maybe you should consult a doctor about your current condition. Maybe you should visit somewhere warm and sunny, somewhere with a beach or something like that. Go somewhere to distract yourself from the growing idea of your own death ending your misery. You’re tired of pretending to sleep so you open your eyes and roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling with a sigh. 

“You cannot sleep?” A man asks, his words laced with a French accent. You bolt up in bed and put your hands on your chest, looking over at the stranger standing by your window, the curtains blowing in the wind at his sides. Because of the darkness in the room, you can’t get a clear view of his face. But you can see his long hair, and sharp features as he turns his head to the side. “You struggle to sleep, unless it is day time, I understand.” He says, that French accent coming out again. 

“Who are you? What are you doing in my bedroom?” You ask, pulling your sheets up against yourself. No stranger should see you like this, not at this hour. The man simply chuckles and walks over to your vanity, picking up a box of matches before setting them down. 

“Your thoughts have been consumed with the desire for something to break up the monotony of life, yet, when you see change presented to yourself, you turn your back on it.” He says, picking up your comb and setting it down again. Even in this dark light, you can’t see his reflection in the mirror. Your eyes look to your bedroom door before you speak against the growing lump in your throat. 

“Who are you? What do you want?” You ask again, trying to stand your ground with this mysterious stranger. He looks over at you again before walking further around your room. The way he moves, the way he holds himself…he’s clearly not from some place near your little country home. His movements hold a kind of flamboyance, a certain theatrical edge that must come from some kind of city environment. 

“I am Lestat De Lioncourt. I have been traveling through this countryside and I have learned of you my dear.” He stops at your armoire and opens the doors slowly, looking inside at all of your clothes. “This past month I have been here. You've been consumed with this melancholy. You feel that your life has fizzled out, and that you’re some kind of…walking husk of what you used to be.” His hand grazes over your coat lined with beaver fur. A gift your father gave you after one of his trips. 

“I’ve never met you before.” You state. Lestat chuckles and closes your armoire. He turns around and slowly walks towards your bed. You feel powerless as you cower against your headboard, the wood groaning against your weight. Oh but your heart. Your stupid, stupid heart. It can’t seem to stop beating in the way that you can’t distinguish from excitement, or the fear that should be coming over you. 

Lestat looks down at you from where he stands at your bedside. He smiles slightly and chuckles to himself. 

“If I wanted to hurt you, I’d have done it by now.” He says, leaning down closer to you. You’re able to see more of his features in the moonlight. His wavy, long blonde hair, his pale skin, his blue eyes, his sharp teeth. Teeth that would be more fitting on an animal than a human man. You move over in your bed, watching as his hand holds onto the poster beam of your bed frame. 

“But your sadness. Your yearning for something to happen to wash away the gray and rush in the color you used to know. I can give that back to you.” He whispers, leaning in closer again. You turn your head away from him, cursing the shiver of intrigue that courses through your body. “I can give you a gift. Old age, disease, war, death itself won’t be able to touch you. I can give you this.” He purrs, walking around your bed again, his fingers creating light waves on the fabric that hangs above your bed. 

“Maybe I long for death,” You protest, not just against Lestat, “Maybe I long for this pain to come to an end and the only merciful thing to put upon me is death.” You don’t shy away this time as Lestat draws closer to you, standing above where you’re sitting in bed. He kneels down and cups your face in his hands, your mind torn in its reaction to his gestures. 

“You do not long for death my love,” He whispers, his thumb running over your cheek, his long, sharp nails grazing over your skin, creating goosebumps in its wake. “You long for an end to your pain. Your mind cannot picture a life ahead without this pain,  so you think death is the only way. This longing for death. Your soul doesn’t want your death. The death of others is what it craves.” 

“I am not a murderer!” You shout, bolting up in bed. Lestat cups a hand over your mouth and forces you down again, shushing you. He pauses, waiting for you to calm yourself before he speaks again.

“When the wolf eats the rabbit to stay alive, that is not murder. When humans farm cattle, pigs, goats, sheep, for their meat, that is not murder. When God decides someone’s life is to come to an end, that is not murder. Not all death is murder. You can be like God, kill indiscriminately. With this gift, you will find flavors unknown to the human tongue. Scents beyond this world, colors so vivid words won’t do them justice.” Lestat soothes, moving his hand off your mouth and running it over your hair. 

Your stomach churns at your heart's blind desire. He is a con man, some creature in human form who came along and broke into your bedroom, preaching some unholy gospel that your ears can’t help but devour. 

“Your gift is too good to be true. Live forever, never age, never get sick or die. See sights unknown to me before, taste flavors beyond my wildest dreams? There must be some kind of trick in this.” You say, shaking your head. Lestat stands up and holds out his hand for you to take. 

“There are rules. But you must believe me, the life I offer you, will prove much more fruitful than death ever could be. You will be reborn into the night. In the night you must stay. Blood…Blood is the life.” He says, drawing out that sentence in a way that makes you feel shamefully erotic. You bite your tongue in protest against yourself as your hand takes Lestat’s. He chuckles and pulls you out of your bed, his pale skin cold against your warmth. 

“You must drink the blood of living creatures, humans, to sustain your new life. You cannot venture into the sun, for it will mean certain death. You will become a creature of the night. The most enchanting creature of the night the world has ever seen.” Lestat kisses the back of your hand and moves his hands to the top of your sleep clothes, fingers moving under the neckline. His hands slowly push the fabric off your skin, leaving you exposed to him. 

“I don’t understand.” You say, your arms moving to cover yourself, only for Lestat to gently push them away to your satisfaction. “I will never grow old, disease, war, death won’t touch me. But I can’t go in the sunlight, and I must drink the blood of living creatures to sustain this new life? I can’t…I can’t do that.” You say, stepping back from Lestat. His expression becomes unreadable as he backs into the moonlight flooding in from one of the windows. 

“I can only tolerate this back and forth for so long.” He says, turning around, his shoulder rising and falling with a deep breath. The thought of dressing yourself, even just in your sleep clothes crosses your mind, but you just stand there, watching him. The emotions inside of you churn together into something unrecognizable. Your desire, yearning, attraction, met with disgust, confusion, guilt. Why must you feel these things in this way? These conflicting emotions might drive you to self mutilation. “You want death?” He asks softly, turning his head slightly to look at you from the side of his eye. 

In an instant, before you can do anything else. Lestat has you pressed against him, your body held in his arms and his sharp, animal teeth sunk in the flesh of your neck. The instinct to fight is just a flash in your mind before your body gives in to the masochistic delight of him drinking your blood. You move your arms weakly around his neck, supporting yourself as he takes gulp after gulp of your blood. 

You grow cold and limp, feeling yourself swimming in and out of the situation. Lestat lowers you onto your bed again, laying you down on the fur blanket atop your mattress. His lips and teeth are smeared with the beautiful sight of a sheer layer of your blood. He lowers himself to his knees, and rests between your legs, his hands moving to sit you up and lean you down onto him while you sit on your bed. You weakly wrap your arms around him and most of your body weight is resting against him.

“I have drained you to the point of death my darling.” He whispers into your ear, his fingers dancing lightly up and down your bare back, his fingernails leaving slight, ticklish sensations against your skin. “If I leave you here, you will die. But if you let me, I can give you the gift of immortal life. Just say yes.” He says, drawing out that last sentence again. You feel the blood on his lips brush off onto the shell of your ear. Your mouth moves before you’re able to think twice. 

“Yes.” That one fatal word falls from your mouth. Lestat presses a gentle kiss onto your lips and pulls you down slowly to sit on the floor with him. He cuts open his wrist and presses the bleeding cut to your mouth. Slowly, you revive yourself at this new taste. Your strength comes back to you as your hands grab his arm and you drink from his cut. You spent what felt like an eternity drinking from him, and you could have spent another eternity continuing on. But Lestat pulls his arm away, and leaves you feeling a type of hunger that you could have never imagined. 

“Death will never do us part.” He whispers to you, kissing you again, tasting the blood on your lips, and you tasting the blood on his. 

[pahtoosh]

the dreaded door

masterlist

18+

wc: 795 words

warnings: you get picked up by bucky. playful biting.

a/n: elephant in the room 🐘 (not my ellie stuffie) i have not been writing as much! it’s mostly because life is really good but also really busy for me right now. it’s also hard for me to get into the zone 🎯 for writing regression when i am not regressing that often. i know i don’t need to explain myself but this is for my fellow nosey 👃 nellies

pairing: mafia!bucky x gn!little!reader

summary: you wait for bucky to finish working

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Never in your life had you been so angry at a plank of wood. It all began this morning when Bucky left a note on your nightstand.

“Good morning, my sweet angel. Daddy has a lot of very serious calls today. Please keep the noise down and don’t open or knock on the door if it’s shut. Use your special phone to call me if there’s an emergency. Do your chores for today and be a good baby for me. Love, Daddy.”

The door is where you are now. Sitting on the floor, glaring at the smooth oak that you can’t tap on and the shiny knob that you can’t shake. You finished your chores, played for a while, and ate both breakfast and lunch already. Bucky was still in his office and he hadn’t left all day.

Your daddy spoiled you in so many ways: with his gifts, with his love, with his words. The only thing he couldn’t give you enough of was his time. His job was a difficult one with long and sometimes unpredictable hours.

He was able to make some changes. He trusted Sam and Steve to handle his out of town meetings so he didn’t have to travel as much. He also promoted Natasha from head of security to essentially his right hand by helping him with his larger projects.

These changes were so important. They gave you so much more time with your daddy, but there were still days like today when he simply had to do the work himself. Bucky also worked from home as much as he could so he could see you for lunch or even work with you sitting quietly on the velvet loveseat in his office. Him working from home was almost worse for you on the days you couldn’t go see him.

You daddy is home. He’s sitting at his desk where you color sometimes, on the chair with the best spinning ability in the whole house. There was just this one door standing in your way. You wanted so badly to knock and call for him through the cracks, but you knew better. You daddy was a stickler for rules, and he would not appreciate you ignoring his boundaries.

You sighed and settled for glaring at the door. Maybe your anger would be enough to open it without touching and then Bucky would be so impressed he’d have to take the rest of the day off.

Pleased with your plan, you sat on the floor with your hands on your knees and continued glaring. It felt like hours were going by. You thought the doorknob was moving, but it was just Alpine’s reflection as she trotted past. You kept glaring. Still, nothing moved. Just when you were about to give up, the sound of a lock turning echoed through the hallway and your daddy opened the door with an amused smile.

“What’re you doing here, sweetheart?”

“Daddy!” You reached your arms out for cuddles and Bucky happily obliged, even pressing a noisy kiss to your cheek.

“Were you sitting on the floor and waiting for Daddy? I saw you on the cameras.”

“I wantedta knock on your door but you said no knocking so I was trying to open it with my eyes,” you explained.

Bucky laughed. “Oh yeah? How did that go?”

You pouted and hid your face in his neck. “It didn’t work.”

“Aww.” He rubbed your back to comfort you. “Maybe if you ate more carrots your eyes would be strong enough to open doors.”

“Daddyyy.”

“I’m kidding, baby. C’mere.” He pressed your foreheads together.

“Thank you for listening to Daddy’s instructions today. You were such a good baby and I’m so proud of you.” He gave you a gentle kiss while your face warmed from his praise and affection.

You thanked Bucky, earning you another kiss and more praise for being so polite.

Your daddy was beaming. Anyone who knew of his title and past would’ve been shocked at the way he grinned ear to ear while holding you in his lap as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

“How did I manage to capture the sweetest little baby in the whole world, huh?”

You giggled. “You didn’t ca’ture me, I got you!” You held his face in your hands. “My daddy.”

“You better feed your daddy now, angel. Daddies get hungry!” Bucky playfully shook free from your grasp and bit your hands.

“Nooo, daddy!” you squealed. “Eat the food downstairs, not me!”

He stopped thrashing and acted shocked. “There’s food downstairs? Why didn’t you say so?”

“Yeah! And we can watch a movie and cuddle after dinner! Can we, daddy?” You clasped your hands together and bounced excitedly.

“Anything you want, baby.”

[the-universal-sun]

i had the idea that stan had been regressing even before being kicked out to cope with fillbrick - could you write a fic expanding on it? (im dyslexic my ass CANNOT do it myself 😭) like teenage stan regressing and ford taking care of him ykwim

Ooo I’ve never thought about a teen stan regressing. Thank you for the ask! Please let me know if it lives up to your expectations! TW for implied child abuse

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Stan sniffled, pulling his blanket tighter around his head. His head started started feeling fuzzy again after another fight with Filbrick. He thinks there’s something wrong with him, maybe all the fights he’s gotten into has messed up his head or something. When he gets all fuzzy headed like this, he finds it really hard to talk, and he’s not interested in any of that teenage stuff. He just wants to hold on to this cheap stuffed monkey he won from the fair a few years ago. Sometimes he has the urge to make sand castles, but he can’t bear the thought of someone seeing him like that outside of his room; his sanctuary where no body comes in. Nobody but Ford, that is. Ford’s the only one who knows about this thing that happens to Stan sometimes. He found his clutching his monkey and sobbing one day, and while Stan couldn’t explain what happened until after he stopped feeling fuzzy, Ford just sat with him until he felt better. He’s such a good brother. But Ford doesn’t know what this is either, why Stan goes fuzzy headed sometimes. Maybe he’s just a stupid freak-

“Stanley?” He flinches as he hears Ford’s voice, he didn’t hear the door open. He must be really out of it. Stan doesn’t come out from under his blanket, curling up tighter when he hears Ford walk over to his bunk.

“Stanley, are you alright? I heard you had another fight with dad. What happened this time-“ He doesn’t fight it as Ford pulls the blanket off his head, but he hides his face in the sheets when Ford stops mid-sentence. He’s going to be mad, isn’t he. Mad at Stan for being stupid and crying over nothing. He pulls away when his brother goes to touch his face, it hurts and he doesn’t want anybody touching it.

“Wh-what? Did dad…? Stanley, I-“ If Stan wasn’t feeling so bad, he might’ve giggled. He’s never heard his brother, who knows like a billion words, to be so speechless. But he doesn’t feel like laughing, his mouth is quivering because he’s trying to hold back his tears. He’s a man, not a big baby, and men don’t cry. No matter if he is feeling like a big baby sometimes, like right now. Stan clenches his eyes shut as Ford gets up from his bed with a sigh. He knew it. Ford’s mad at him, too. Mad at Stan for being a big baby who couldn’t dodge a simple right hook.

Ford comes back though, he comes back holding the cheap purple monkey Stan had named “Mookie”, a stupid name but he couldn’t think of anything else. He reaches out, needing to hold on to his Monkey toy and get comfort from it. “Here you go, Stanley, here’s your Mookie,” Stan still blushes whenever Ford speaks to him in that soft voice and uses his toys name, “scoot over. I’m getting in your bed with you. I need some Stanley time.” His brother explains when Stan looks at his, wondering why he didn’t want to go to his own bed with his own stiff sheets. Stan’s not going to argue against cuddling with Ford, that’s his favorite thing to do.

Stan sighs against Ford, snuggling his face into his chest and resisting the urge to chew on his shirt; he didn’t think Ford would appreciate that. He does wipe his remaining tears off on it, though. He feels Ford’s answering sigh ruffle his hair, his arms wrapping tight around Stan. He likes the pressure and warmth of Ford’s arms, he gets cold easily. Ford kisses his head before he starts talking. Stan doesn’t know what he’s talking about, probably wouldn’t even if he were right in the head, he thinks it’s about some research into a math problem. He doesn’t know, he just likes listening to Ford talk, it soothes him.

He still finches when Ford brushes his hand against his cheek, but he’s not as scared of Ford’s reaction anymore, it was silly of him to think Ford would be mad about this, not when he’s always had Stan’s back! He’s the best big brother Stan could ever ask for. He’ll tell Ford that when he’s feeling better. He just content to lay here with his and listen to his voice. He hopes he’ll always have Ford there with him.

[ionlyeverwantedtobeyourequal]

Don’t ever tell yourself that you’re not enough, I am certain that you’re truly fine

PART SIX

Ot8 x reader

Word Count: 420

Just a warning, this is my first fanfic! It does have age regression themes, so if you’re not a fan, I ask that you respectfully just don’t read it <3 also, this will definitely have some angst

!THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!

Summary: Han confesses!

Short chapter

“I've never had someone take care of me,” you say quietly, looking down at Changbin.

Chris looks at you, concerned, standing from his chair. “How long have you been regressing for?”

“For about five years,” you reply to Chris, sighing a bit. “But I'd rather take care of myself than grow attached to someone only for them to leave me.”

Han looks at you with his boba eyes. “Why haven’t you told me about your regression?”

Before you can answer, Chris takes it upon himself to reply for you. “Age regression is personal. It's something not many are comfortable sharing with others.”

“Ji, I-I…” you start to say, stuttering as you try and find the right words. “I just didn’t want to tell you, and have you look at me differently or leaving me.”

Han’s eyes start to become glassy as he stands up, practically pushing Changbin out the way to be in front of you. “(Y/n), I would never leave you! You have to know that no matter what you do, I can never leave.”

“I didn’t want to risk it,” you tell him softly, not wanting to meet his gaze. “You have your life here. You’re Han Jisung. I figured eventually you’d leave me, realizing that I am nothing special.”

Han can’t hold back his tears anymore. “Yah! What is that supposed to mean?” He says loudly, making you jump a bit by the sudden noise. “I am Han Jisung, just like you're (Y/n) (L/n)! You’re my world! There is no Jisung without (Y/n)! And now you’re here telling me you’re nothing special?” He’s crying at this point, his voice cracking with every word. “You may look at me like I’m just your friend who got lucky and became this idol. But you know what I see when I look at you?”

Your eyes widen with surprise as you shake your head, not knowing where Han is going with that.

“I see my princess, the girl that motivated me 24/7, to become the person I am today. I see the girl that I’ve been so in love with since the day I met you!” Han rambles quickly, looking into your eyes desperately. “And now you’re telling me that the girl that I've been in love with has been regressing all alone when I would’ve dropped everything to take care of her?”

Tears spring to your eyes after hearing Han’s confession. “A-Are you serious?” You stutter out, your voice cracking slightly as your try and hold back your emotion.

(If anyone has requests for future chapters or just one-shots, feel free to let me know!)

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Part Five

Part Seven

[v88sy]

There are some blogs optimistic about Tommy back at some point, what are your thoughts about it?

I don't want to get too optimistic, because that's how we got ourselves here in the first place. Let's be honest. This was always a possibility and was even laid out as a possibility in the articles/interviews, we just chose to get too high on the hope. We were treating it as a sure thing and that was never the case. We duped ourselves a little on this one, and yes, I'm absolutely including myself.

Now, as many have pointed out (which I absolutely agree with) if you were to be completely oblivious about the articles and/or what they said, the breakup very much looks like it's open ended. It looks like something that's unresolved or meant to be resolved at a later date. They made it something that could be resolved. Something like moving away or wanting completely different things in life is a lot harder to work through and more definative. They clearly both want to be with each other. Tommy said he wanted to be Buck's last. He said he wouldn't be able to deal with the (what he thought was inevitable) heartbreak. You only get hurt that deep when you lose something you wanted that bad.

This is honestly the first time we ever heard Buck even utter the words "engaged" or "married" to any of his SOs. I do think it's something he wanted down the road, I just don't think he was there yet, and that's absolutely fine. The relationship was still very new. There was clearly a lot they didn't know about each other yet.

It was far too soon to make the commitment of moving in, and Tommy was just trying to stop things from getting any further before he got too deep (too late, me thinks.)

If you remove the clear bias of the journalists writing these "exit interviews" (is that even a thing in television?) they start to sound much like your run of the mill interview they do with every main after they have a major storyline play out on screen. Look at the direct quotes, not what the journalists are inferring for themselves.

All that being said, I'm not getting my hopes up, and I'm not planning on watching live again until I have a definite as to where the storyline is going, and if that takes until the final episode ever, so be it. I will get back to it eventually. Until then, I'll be keeping tabs on what's going on through Tumblr.

Now, this is just a little thought in my brain that has absolutely nothing to back it up whatsoever. I think maybe either Lou needed this break to get away from the bs and finish his role on SWAT, or they gave it to him and he's taking it.

We know he was surprised, but what he was surprised about was how soon it happened. Tells me that at least a temporary break was planned, just not until further down. Or maybe he only meant the disagreement.

We very much know Tim likes to plan out his story about 5 seconds in advance, there could be a tentative plan to maybe bring Tommy back down the road, say, after the midseason hiatus. Could even be the "project that may or may not be happening" that Lou had mentioned.

Buck is my favorite character, but I'm not interested in seeing him regress or go through the same storyline for the millionth time. If he doesn't at least try and fight for Tommy or talk things out with him, it's just more of the same season 5 Buck. I love 99% of the other characters too, but they also suffer from the Groundhog's Day writing and I'm just old and tired.

[nebula-chao-agere]

Matchablossom Agere

(I needed to write this, if only for myself... Matchablossom Agere in 2025 anyone? Going into this, hardly knowing what I want other than comfort) (Sorry for scuff, I just want comfort but also have to make myself write a reasonable plot. Like... not just end after writing self indulgent stuff... idk... I apologize)

Long Day

(!¡!Diaper mention!¡!) (Also past abuse/Adam mention)

Kaoru stepped into the apartment, trying to be quiet, not draw any attention from his husband. But Kojiro, the ever-diligent husband, immediately recognized Kaoru was home when he heard the door close. "Kaoru!" Kojiro called out "Dinner's almost done. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable!" Walking in to help him remove his coat, or just greet him with a kiss as he tended to do, he could feel the frustration and exhaustion radiating from his lover. He quickly softened his stance and tone, opening his arms for Kaoru, allowing him to come to him for affection if he so desired. But Kojiro was quickly dismissed.

Kaoru walked right passed him, seemingly wanting nothing to do with him, jaw visibly clenched as he walked away after kicking his shoes off. Kojiro turned worriedly to look over at him. "Rough day?" He asked gently. Kaoru still didn't acknowledge him, heading off to their shared office/study. Kojiro gently grabbed his wrist once catching up. "Hey... baby, at least get some dinner in ya first, okay?" He reasoned gently, knowing Kaoru would sit in there for days without moving if he didn't step in. Not even Carla could get him to move, Kaoru needing incentive and real motivation. Kaoru glared up at him, visibly sleepy, but at least finally acknowledging him. He had a visible, almost pout. He didn't smile up at his lover, not that he always did, but he was hardly even acknowledging him. "Let go..." Kaoru huffed. "Cherry, you need to eat." Kojiro tried to approach it gently.

Cherry gave a small stomp, refusing to admit he felt little but not exactly hiding it. "I'm not a child, and I'm not hungry!" He snapped back, whining as he tried to walk away. The taller looked almost hurt at such a response. Kojiro wasn't new to handling a fussy Cherry. "Kaoru, there's no need to yell." He reasoned, not raising his voice, even as the shorter raised his own. "I made one of your favorites sweetheart, you won't even at least come and sit with me while I eat? I've missed you all da-" "I DON'T HAVE TIME! I DON'T WANNA!" Kaoru stomped his foot once again, whining.

Kojiro now gently took hold of both of Cherry's hands, looking down to his eyes. Kaoru was avoiding eye contact, tears pricking the corners, biting his bottom lip in frustration and almost desperation. "Baby boy..." Kojiro started, speaking in a much warmer, caring voice. A voice Kaoru had grown very accustomed too, one that he associated with comfort. "... Are we supposed to raise our voice at Dada when we're upset?" He asked gently, letting his husband answer it for himself.

Guilt settling in, Kaoru looked to the side, not answering verbally, but it was obvious that he knew the answer to that question. His shoulders slumped a bit, but quickly tensed back up, trying to stay angry and fussy. He was so deep in his regression already, he didn't even find anything out of place with Kojiro referring to himself as 'Dada.' Kaoru's lip started to wobble as his caretaker continued. "Princess, we talk to Dada about how we feel when we are upset." He coaxed gently. "We do not shout at him like that." His calloused hand held the others, his thumb rubbing over the smaller knuckles gently.

The shorter male looked up at him, quickly trying to recover, his eyes still watery as he struggled to hold his tongue, his face getting a little red in frustration from being scolded. "I am not a child Kojiro." He muttered quietly, looking away, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. But Kojiro saw right through him. "Baby..." He coaxed. But Cherry turned around, storming off... but heading to their shared bedroom rather than the office. That was at least a small improvement. Well, he thought it was. Kojiro peaked in after him, and immediately saw him sitting in bed, on his laptop, grumbling to himself. He sighed but headed to the kitchen to finish up dinner.

Kojiro soon brought dinner in. He'd already ate, having snacked most of the day while working in the restaurant. That's how their days usually went, Kojiro snacking and making dinner specifically for his lover. He had it plated up on Kaoru's favorite plate with the food dividers and flower patterns, accompanied by one of the duller plastic forks from the children's cutlery set that Kojiro had bought for his little one. "Hey love... I brought you one of your favorites. I know you had a rough day sweetheart. Why don't you put the computer down for the night and eat while we watch something okay? You're gonna overwork yourself bud... I missed you today." He added on at the end, wanting Kaoru to know he loved him.

Kaoru watched as his husband walked back into the room, looking up from his work when he was asked to eat. He let out a small sigh, looking over the meal that his husband so meticulously prepared for him. "I'll eat later…" Kaoru muttered stubbornly. Kojiro looked heartbroken. "Your food will be cold later." He tried to reason with Kaoru. "It's dinner time now love. You can work on this tomorrow, okay?" Kojiro didn't want to be stern with his little one, he loved him far too much, but Cherry was starting to push a bit too far now. "There's no point in working at the moment if you're not on the clock, yeah?"

Kaoru had had enough, going to shove at his caretaker who was now sat next to him, feeling a bit TOO in his personal space. As he pushed him, his hand-eye coordination failed him, pushing directly against the plate, spilling the contents into Joe's lap. They both immediately froze as the lovingly prepared dinner now laid anywhere but on the plate. Silently, with defeat, Kojiro stood up to go get himself cleaned up. He didn't say a word, didn't look back at his husband as he carried himself and the empty plate to the kitchen.

The smaller's hands trembled, staring at the mess that he'd made. His stomach felt like it was in his throat, and his body moved faster than his mind did. He stood up from bed, leaving the laptop to sit on the comforter. The pink haired male stumbled down the hall, looking for his Dada... He hadn't meant to! He hadn't! What if Dada hated him? What if Dada wanted to leave, never speak to him again, just like Adam did? What if he was too much for him, just like he was for Adam? What if that was the last straw? What if he never forgave him? Never hugged him to sleep again? What if he struck him the same way that Adam had with his skateboard? What if, what if, what if? His mind raced with "what if"s, he couldn't even see or think properly. He hadn't even processed he was crying or panicking until he heard Dada's voice.

Kojiro gently hushed him, gathering him into his arms after drying his hands on a nearby dish towel. "Baby baby... Dada knows you didn't mean it. Dada knows... You're alright princess, everything's okay." He whispered to the crown of Kaoru's head.

The little flower looked up at his Dada pitifully, wide eyes letting tears cascade down his cheeks before he nuzzled himself against Dada's neck. All of the frustration and stress from the past week that had built up, suddenly all came pummeling out of him. "M SORRY! I DIDN' MEAN IT! M SORRY, M SORRY!" Cherry cried out, gripping Kojiro's shirt like he'd disappear the moment he let go. Kojiro's heart melted immediately as he felt his lover cave to his regression, weeping against him, desperate for a comfort that only his Dada could provide. Kojiro wrapped him up in his arms, his strong embrace shielding Kaoru from the world around them.

Gently hushing him again, Kojiro planted kisses to Kaoru's temple, desperately trying to soothe him. "I know baby, I know. Dada knows you're sorry, and Dada knows you didn't mean it baby. He's not going anywhere! Dada's right here, you're okay. You're okay sweet boy, everything's okay. You're not in trouble..." He soothed, carding his fingers through his sweetheart's soft hair. Kaoru’s trembling fingers had Dada’s shirt in a death grip, white knuckling the fabric. “Da…” Was all he managed to choke out between pitiful sobs as Kojiro carried him back to the bedroom, shushing him gently the whole way there. "My sweet boy... There's my little angel..." He cooed over his little one, bringing him over to the bed where he began to lay out his changing mat.

"Dada's right here baby, Dada's right here..." Kojiro laid down his little one before swiftly cleaning up the bedding next to and around him. He bunched up the already piled up blankets, taking the dirtied bedspread to the hamper. He then returned to change Kaoru before he even considered grabbing new bedding. Kojiro looked down at his weeping little one, gently hushing him once more. "Dada's just getting you in some comfy clothes princess. That's all... My poor baby. Did you have a rough day sweet boy?"

Kaoru guiltily nodded, fisting at his eyes. "'m sorry..." He sniffled as though apologizing for having a bad day. But more so, he was apologizing for the mood his bad day had put him in. "Dada forgives you little one. He could never be mad at you." He whispers at his fussy partner as he slipped him a white pacifier with pink flower decals, trying to soothe his distress. "I know baby, I know..." Kojiro cooed as he started to carefully remove the regressor's clothing, a simple diaper laid out laid out next to Cherry. The taller began to slip it beneath him, kissing his forehead as he leaned down over him. The pink haired male has basically gone nonverbal besides the quiet whimpers of "Dada" slurred by his pacifier.

Kojiro gently taped up the padding before grabbing Kaoru's favorite pink snap-up onesie and helping him into it. Kaoru didn't even whine or try to fuss this time as he normally would, just sniffling and softly crying as Dada dressed him. Once all the buttons were done up, Kojiro lifted his little one up into his arms, covering his cheek in kisses, kissing away any tears. "My sweet boy... Did you have a rough day bud? Hmm? Did you have a long day my sweet baby? Yeah? I think he did... Mhmm..." He continued to kiss his sweet face, Kaoru giving a few small nods, a few tears welling up again. "Ba- day!" He babbled out after a few moments, as if it was a struggle to form the words mentally and verbally. He then snuggled into his Dada's shoulder, softly crying still.

"Oh baby..." Kojiro cooed with furrowed brows. He knew it was one of those nights where Kaoru really just needed to cry his feelings out. Of course, he'd be there to comfort Kaoru but understood that crying was a good release for him, and not one he got often. " shh shh shhhh... Let it all out my love. Dada will hold you the whole time." He grabbed a new comforter, walking over to the bed and sitting down, tucking himself and Cherry under it. "My sweet angel..." He cooed as his love cried against him like a child searching for comfort after a nightmare. Kojiro kept his little one prioritized, keeping more of the comforter around him, arm around the comforter and propping him up. "Shhh shhh..."

Kojiro cooed over him for what felt like hours, before Kaoru finally calmed, curling up, snuggling his shoulder, pacifier bobbing between his lips, hand gripping Dada's shirt. The taller offered his little one his beloved red panda stuffed animal, Cora, pressing her gently against his chest. "Look who's come for cuddles sweet boy." Joe encouraged, kissing his cheek a few more times as Kaoru latched onto his panda with his free hand. "Is that my baby's favorite stuffie friend? Hmm?" He encouraged with a soft voice, but his smile was evident even in the way he spoke to his little Cherry Blossom.

Cherry giggled softly, burying his face in the familiar fluff as Dada snuggled him. While focused on the stuffie, Kojiro pulled out a pack of crackers, unwrapping the top of them before offering one to Kaoru. The pink haired male looked up shyly as Dada took the ring of his paci, gently taking it from Cherry's mouth. The regressed Kaoru gave a small whine before being gently hushed. "Baby, if you won't eat dinner, let's at least get a little snack in you okay love? Dada won't force you, but he would be so very proud of you if you ate just a few bites for him!" He encouraged once again.

Hesitantly, Cherry took the whole package of crackers being offered, popping it in his mouth. He looked up for approval, snacking on a few of the offered crackers. Kojiro praised him almost every cracker he chomped down, making sure he kept a steady pace before offering a bottle of water. After he got halfway through the sleeve, he handed it back to his Dada, sipping at the bottle of water, before leaning against Kojiro's chest again. The poor thing looked so tired...

"Thank you, baby." Joe murmured against his forehead, snuggling him closer. "You getting sleepy at all sweet boy?" Kaoru gave a sleepy nod as his paci was slipped back between his lips. He laughed softly, the sound reverberating through his chest, bringing comfort to Kaoru. "Alright sweet boy..." He kissed his forehead, letting him lay against his chest again. "Dada will keep the restaurant closed tomorrow so you can have a nice cozy day with him tomorrow; How's that sound sweet boy?" Kojiro whispered as Cherry's eyelids fluttered a bit before he gave a hardly audible "mmm."

Giving another small chuckle, Kojiro pulled him closer, pulling the blanket up to Cherry's shoulders. "Goodnight sweet baby..."