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Reblog this if you want people to PLEASE TRANSLATE THEIR TYPING QUIRKS :C
I'm visually impaired and on days where my eyes have just completely given up and need a rest from being strained (I don't have glasses currently for personal reasons), I sometimes use a screenreader. It cannot read typing quirks. And even on days when I am just straining my eyes, I still absolutely cannot read what's being written sometimes.
Yes, this includes age/pet regressors.
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BakuDeku Fanfic Recommendations
De-Aging Quirk Accident
archive of our own
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None of the stories linked below are mine.
Read tags on AO3. Art by @capsulect .
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Sugar and Spice Cake by bi_focal
Summary: When Izuku wandered down to the common room, he had expected to get himself a glass of water and then return to his homework. He did not expect Kaminari to be screaming in the doorway while a toddler pulled at his hair and the rest of Kacchan’s friends attempted to separate the two.
“Just put him down!” Mina yelled, “He obviously doesn’t want to be held!”
“DIE!” the kid yelled, and Izuku’s jaw dropped as a tiny explosion went off from somewhere within the group of struggling teenagers.
“Kacchan?”
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OR Katsuki gets de-aged for a few hours and certain things come to light.
{One Shot}
Back to the Beginning by lucifer_nocturnal
Summary: “I need to find Kacchan! He’s going to be upset!” The tiny Midoriya says and takes off back into what’s left of the smoke.“Deku-kun! Get back here!” Uraraka shouts after him, stumbling to follow.“It’s okay, Kacchan! I’m here now!”She gasps where she hears another child’s voice response grumpily. “You were gone, Zuzu! And there were all those people, they could have kidnapped you! I outwitted them and they didn’t get me and I was going to come rescue you! You shouldn’t run off without me, dumb Zuzu!” … Zuzu?!
Bakugou and Midoriya get hit with a de-aging quirk and become 4 years old again. Class 1-A gets put in charge of them and learn how close the two really used to be. How will this change their relationship once they turn back?
Complete | 7 Chapters | SFW
Go Go Babygou! by artindistress
Summary: Kirishima and his friends, which they fondly dubbed themselves the BakuSquad, had been minding their own business, just hanging around the mall one afternoon after class had let out, when, suddenly, Bakugou had gotten into an argument with someone. It wasn’t too surprising, considering how hotheaded he was, but what was surprising was when he suddenly turned into a toddler.
One Shot | Female Deku | SFW
Big Issues by Mikacrispy
Summary: Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki are hit by a quirk that transforms them in 5 year-olds for a couple of days.
Aizawa isn't amused, but Class 1-A is.
One Shot | SFW
Kid Katsuki by bkdkwritingsdump
Summary: A quirk reverts Katsuki into his younger self - so young that he doesn’t have his quirk yet, which means he still thinks he and Izuku are best friends and future hero partners. But, when he reveals his complete life plan, Izuku realizes that Katsuki might… maybe… possibly like him back?
One Shot | SFW
Who We Were And Who We Become by hazecraves
Summary: Tranquility is just not a common occurrence in U.A. Especially not when it came to Class 1-A.
A peaceful Sunday evening in the common area of Dormitory 1-A in Heights Alliance is ruined when members of their class rush in with an unconscious Izuku and Katsuki. The two rivals were caught up in a quirk manifestation accident during an ordinary outing and no one knows what to expect.
They definitely have no idea what to do when Izuku wakes up crying for his mother. Or when Katsuki wakes up convinced that he's been kidnapped.
Complete | 15 Chapters | SFW
the one where bakudeku are cute little kiddos by Kasplode
Summary: Katsuki and Izuku had internships this morning. They should be back at the dorms by now. And yet. The wailing child has familiar green hair and freckles, though they’re almost hidden by the redness of his face. The other is swearing loudly, with spiky blond hair, blazing red eyes, and explosions sparking off his palms.
“Uh. Katsuki? Midoriya?” Denki asks.
“Wow, Kacchan, UA shudents! So c- cool! I wonder what quirks they got.”
Well. That answers that. Holy shit.
Complete | 2 Chapters | SFW
Feel Real by ElStark
Summary: “Are you okay?” a voice like a distant dream asked; water sloshing around them. Katsuki realised only then, the unpleasant feeling on his lower body was caused by his pants being completely soaked in. “It would’ve been bad if you’d hit your head,” the familiar voice continued.
Katsuki raised his eyes from his soaked lap to the hand offered to him, to finally the face that had been carved on his heart for the past decade.
Four-year-old Izuku gasped, “Kacchan! You got so big!” he hopped from foot to foot, splashing water everywhere. “Is that your hero costume? Are those grenade hands? That’s so cool!”
One Shot | SFW
Help! Japan's N 1 and N 2 Heroes turned into toddlers! by ElStark
Summary: Haruki kneeld beside his sister, “What is it?”
“Papa got small.”
Haruki inclined his head, in the way dad always said made him look the spitting image of papa, “Huh?”
And then there was a loud high-pitched yell. “DEKU!”
A small blond child streaked in front of him, his tiny feet stumbling on – Haruki blinked – the bottom of the shirt his dad was wearing, as he climbed on the couch to shake his pa – Haruki blinked again.
Instead of his papa there was another child; this one dark-haired, eyes round and already wet.
Aiko grabbed Haruki’s face so that he’d turn to her. “Dad got small, too!”
Haruki made a sound, between a whimper and a laugh.
“Dad? Papa?” he called out, tentatively.
The two kids turned to look at him at the same time.
“It’s okay, baby.” The green-haired one said with a wobbly smile.
“HOW IS THIS OKAY, DEKU?” the blond one yelled. “WE TURNED INTO TWO BRATS!”
Complete | 3 Chapters | SFW
Pro Hero AU | BkDk as parents AU
Series: Little Sh*t (Kidfic) by SaysiWrites
Series Summary: A series of fics in which various members of the BNHA universe are hit by a de-aging/Age Regression quirk and the others are left to deal with the aftermath.
crayola crisis! by pinchingzuku
Summary: Izu's been so nice to him! He's a nice man who gave him sugary snacks his mama would never let him have, and he didn't even yell at Katsuki! So why did he mess up Izu's house with his dumb, tempting crayons? He's gonna be so mad this time!
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or De-aged Katsuki couldn't resist drawing on Izuku's large white walls, and when he returns, Katsuki is ready to be met with a punishment. It's only right, right?
One Shot | Quirk Accident
Rated - General Audiences
No matter when by CrunchySnow
Summary: Katsuki’s and Izuku’s daily life at UA is disturbed by a younger Bakugou Katsuki suddenly showing up in their common room. While they’re trying to figure out what happened and how to return him to his own time, the younger blond’s behavior towards Izuku reminds them of their dark middle school-years. Both of them – older Katsuki and Izuku – are confronted with different feelings and are handling the middle schooler their own way.
Complete | 8 Chapters
Rated - General Audiences
Miniature Boyfriend by Ana_Writes
Summary: Miniature /ˈmɪnɪtʃə/(noun)
a thing that is much smaller than normal
"What do you mean 'Kacchan got turned into a child'?!" Izuku almost screamed.
{One Shot}
Rated - Teen & Up
A Little Surprise by justateenyproblem
Summary: “Wait! Lemme show you my quirk! It’s super cool!” Yuki exclaimed and reached his hand out towards Katsuki’s knee.
“Yuki no!” His mother reached for him, but it was too late. Katsuki hadn’t even thought to move, thinking it’d be some minor quirk since the kid didn’t have any quirk nullifiers on him. Yuki’s quirk activated upon contact, and Katsuki found himself very confused as to what was going on.
“Where’s Izuku!?” He demanded, glaring at the teenagers around him.
“Put me down!” Izuku’s head whipped to see a tiny Kacchan practically screeching in Ashido’s arms. He attempted to climb out of her hold, and poor Ashdio struggled against the kicks and punches.
{One Shot}
Rated - Teen & Up
sixteen by orphan_account
Summary: Izuku’s mouth opens. Somewhere behind him, Tenya tries to explain something to him.
Kacchan got younger, that enough is visible. He has no idea what the hell happened but the Kacchan sitting in front of him is without a doubt the one who entered UA with him when they were 16.
“K-Kacchan?” Izuku screeches.
There’s an explosion and everything dissolves into pure chaos.
One Shot | Third Years au
Rated - Mature
Ambient Temperature by s_the_queen
Summary: His eyes widened as the wailing continued and he heated up his palms just enough to blow up the door handle. The wailing grew louder and more alarmed—terrified even. Katsuki stuck his head in the door.
There, sitting on the bed, naked as the day he was born and terrified out of his tiny little toddler mind, was Shoto Todoroki.
What the fuck.
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Shoto gets turned into a toddler and before he can be put in Endeavor's inadequate care, the Wonder Duo volunteer to babysit.
What could go wrong?
Incomplete | 4/? Chapters
Rated - General Audiences
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EraserCloud | Age Regression (Quirk) | Age Gap | DubCon/NonCon
Aizawa who gets hit with an age regression quirk and his husband Shirakumo who can't keep his hands to himself. He was just so cute as a teenager. He'd forgotten how sweet it was when he pretended he didn't want to be touched.
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Went to a museum!!! Dinosaurs make me little!!
I vas soo little!!! Vent vith my little brother and ve vere both happy!! /gen /pos
(I was soo little!!! Went with my little brother and we were both happy!!)
#typing quirk#little talk#museum#prehistoric era#road trip#I went somewhere while little#sfw agere#sfw age regression
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cw: this is an age regression drabble. caregiver!keigo. keep all additions and tags strictly sfw.
Keigo spent a majority of his life protecting people from a distance.
He would, of course, always follow that twitch in his feathertips when they told him someone needed safety or comfort nearby. The act of protecting is one that scratches that intrinsic, unquenchable itch baked deep into his feathers and the fibers of his bone marrow beneath; but protection never quite felt tangible to him.
He always thought saving people meant giving yourself until you're empty and then turning heel to take flight. It meant making efficient use of your time, answering every "thank you, Hawks!" with a wink and a gust of his wings to speed away and save the next.
It meant never slowing down or seeing the fruits of your labor.
As a hero, Keigo's actions never felt solid in his hands— so he simply decided he felt that way because he wasn't trying hard enough; that he needed to clock longer hours and more frequent, grueling shifts.
But as a man, protecting you felt so much different from all that.
Keeping you safe is a slow, methodical process. It's a neverending pet project built with loving purpose and steady hands, armed with rolled up sleeves over the bicep and fuzzy teddy bears as his deadly arsenal.
Keigo has always been finely attuned to your little quirks, mannerisms, and subtle displays; so when your eyes go just the slightest bit fuzzy, fingertips wringing a frenzy against your bedsheets while you mumble in the cutest, clipped speech, he knows exactly what to do.
He can coax the tension out of your shoulders with his words alone.
"You feeling small, baby?" He asks, voice barely above a whisper. Those golden eyes of his gently flick back and forth between yours when he sits, assessing your form curled in on itself against the headboard of your bed.
And your shoulders droop instantly, nodding once. You gnaw at a chewed up cuticle.
"Oh, baby, it's okay. S'okay, c'mere," Keigo whispers, arms open with grabby hands for you to crawl and nestle into his warmth. "Shhh, it's alright, little birdie. You can be small tonight. That okay? Wanna be small for me?"
The thick of his warm palm cradles the back of your skull and you nod like he just offered you a lifeline. The barrel of his chest rises and falls with even breaths, sinking you further as you smush your cheek into the side of his neck with your eyes shut.
He smells nice. You sink even deeper.
Keigo sits cross legged on the bed and leans just the slightest bit back when you sink into him. Like this, he reminds you of an aged, sturdy tree; firm and unyielding with the slightest give, but always consistent and firmly rooted.
Safe. Warm and safe.
Always safe.
"Mm," you hum, feeling a bit fuzzier now.
"Yeah?" Keigo answers. He pulls back to get a good look at you, and you see him smiling ear to ear as if that little sound you just gave was a whole speech. "Get comfy, cause I'm gonna spoil you tonight."
And spoil you he does.
The next thing you know, Keigo has you sitting cross legged in front of him on the bed, ready to make a few last big decisions.
"Okay!" He chirps, placing two open palms in front of you for you to look at. "We're gonna pick, okay?" His rich voice guides you along gently, smoothly. "Just two, I prommy."
You nod fervently at the reassurance, nearly straining your poor little neck with the motion.
You have to think— which is scary— but it's only two times. You can do that.
"Perfect, dove," Keigo praises as if he just read your mind.
The first question is easy.
"Blanket fort," he says, clenching his left fist closed and open for emphasis. "Or bed?" He closes and opens the right.
If you were a smidge more lucid, you'd feel a twinge of remorse for how hard you slam down on his left palm.
"Sorry, 'Kei," you droop.
"Awww," Keigo coos genuinely. "You think you hurt me… That's so cute, dove! Yeah, you're a strong one, aint'cha?"
And just like that, you're smiling proud once more. Keigo's heart soars at a job well done.
"One more and you're finished, little bird," he says seriously, like he's presenting you with a quest; and you nod your head with a furrowed brow to accept the challenge, a hero ready to conquer.
"Movie," he says, clenching one palm. "Or storytime?" He clenches the other.
Maybe you weren't quite as ready as you thought.
Tears begin to pinprick at the corners of your eyes. You fight back little hitched sniffles and sobs as you stand in the face of the mountain before you, trying to be brave.
"I… U-Uhm," you hiccup and stutter at the idea of thinking any more than you have to.
Keigo considers stepping in. His feathers ruffle from the base to the edges of his wingspan, spine stiffening at the sight of you in distress. The itch begins to burn once more and—
You slowly place both palms face down in his, lip wobbling when you look at him.
"Both?" He asks and your heart swells with gratitude that he picked up on your meaning— of course he would, you beam. Keigo's so smart.
You nod once.
"Both it is, sweetheart!"
All other decisions from that point onward are made by Keigo himself.
Keigo decides to stand, hushing your blubbers with a kiss to your crown and a teddy placed in your hands to keep you company while he sets the scene.
Keigo decides on the color theme for tonight's blanket fort (baby blue), putting to good use his avian instincts of nest building when he selects the finest comforters and pillows to fluff and stack.
Keigo decides to hand you your fuzziest jammies and softest blankies while his feathers zip off to fetch your favorite mug carrying something hot for you to sip.
Keigo decides on the movie— something animated and lighthearted, a familiar favorite of yours. He suppresses a smile that twitches at the corners, thinking about how excited you're gonna get once you see. You'll squeak "that's my favorite!" like you don't say that every time, and he'll reply once again, "no way, mine too!"
Keigo decides he selfishly gets more out of this than you do; but at the same time, unbeknownst to him, you decide the exact same thing.
#Minors dni#tw agere#tw age regression#hawks x reader#keigo takami x reader#🖋 writing#🍧 sugar#bnha x reader#mha x reader
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need little!reader angst with mikey where she thinks he doesn’t love her anymore 🩶
sending you lots of kisses!💋
hihihihi I think this is such a good idea because we all need reminders that we’re all loved and cared for <3 I also hope you don’t mind that I’ve made it a gn!reader :3 im not the best at angst so it immediately becomes fluff after but please enjoy beloved
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Your brain was mean sometimes. It took the equation of Mike, the man you lived with but also your caregiver, working more hours and added you not working as often and it thought it equaled that he didn’t love you anymore. You knew money was always tight and you both worked jobs for that very reason but still, what if he didn’t love you?
That’s how you found yourself regressed and crying one morning after Abby had been driven to school by you. The second you got home, you retreated to yours and Mike’s room, bundled up in blankets, and began to sob.
You continued crying even when you could hear the soft sounds of Mike getting home from his night shift. When he barged into the room, you were still weeping. “Baby?” He asked, looking more awake than you had ever seen him in the morning. You nodded through your tears, indicating to him that you were indeed age regressed.
“What’s wrong, darling?” Mike asked gently with a worried look on his face. He sat down on the bed next to you and brushed some tears away from your eyes. You sniffled at the soft touch but remembered what your brain had decided and let out an aching sob.
“M-mikey doesn’t l-l-love me anymore.” You answered through your crying. The aforementioned man frowned at that. “And who told you that?” He asked, fearing the worst. You pointed to your head and Mike let out a quiet sigh.
“That’s not very nice,” he concluded, shaking his head, “does it still feel the same way if I do this?” He leaned forward and peppered your face in kisses, getting your nose, forehead, cheeks, chin, jawline, and temples. You giggled, smiling at the action.
“Does it still feel the same way if I do this?” Mike unraveled the blankets around you and reached forward to tickle you, causing you to erupt into full on laughter. “Mikey-y-y!” You yelped. He even lowered his head and pulled up your shirt slightly, giving you a raspberry on your tummy.
He lowered your shirt and smiled at you, wrapping you up in the blankets again. “Does it still feel the same way if I do this?” Mike asked a final time, reaching forward again but this time to wrap his arms around you. You stopped giggling and sniffled again, the last of your tears escaping.
He squeezed you tightly. “Mikey loves you, baby, and I always will. Despite what even your mean brain says, okay?” He said after he pulled away, brushing some hair out of your face. You smiled and nodded, then tapped the free space on the bed next to you. Mike quirked up an eyebrow at that but complied, getting under the blankets with you and laying down.
Furthermore, he wrapped his arms around you and began to spoon you. “I love you so so much.” He whispered into your ear, making you giggle again. “I love you too, Mikey.”
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Weasley Siblings React To Their Partner Who Age Regresses
Now I myself do not age regress, but I may be trying it out! To help cope with trauma. There is something so comforting about it, so some cute and pure fluff!
((Also, people in the agere community, hi! You are valid, real, and loved. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. It’ll be ok, sug!
Writing Commissions open
William ‘Bill’
He doesn’t really fine it odd. He’s been through multiple tips of therapies, as he is a curse breaker. Curse breakers need to make sure their minds remain sharp, and clear, so they have to keep mental health a priority. There is also the fact he was attacked by a werewolf, so he’s been through even more. And lastly, he is the eldest sibling to six. That means when you go into his little space you are in safe hands. He will make sure you are very safe, and taken care of. It comes naturally to him. He doesn’t really need to know a thing, because his body just knows. He knows what to do. Given his werewolf quirks as well you get to have a boyfriend that can sense your needs far easier. So when you need your care giver, he’s already holding you close. Also, well, big puppy stuffy.
Charlie
He’s also an older brother, and works with infant dragons all the time. So dealing with someone who goes into a little space isn’t as difficult as you would think. He is rather curious by it all, however. Not weirded out, but curious. He’s a man that’s traveled the world, somehow more so than the likes of Bill. It’s dumb to not live life with an open mind. He’s willing to learn, and wants to take care of you. You develope a rather maternal nature, when you work with new borns all the time. It’ll be nice to have a more human little to work with. Given his strength, and warmth, he makes for a wonderful cuddle bug. He makes you feel so small, with how easy he can pick you up. It helps you drift into your little space alot easier, and doesn’t feel as weird. Just into his arms you go, and you know you couldn’t be safer
Percy
He’s found it very strange. He’s always been very prissy and uptight, after all. What do you mean you just act like a child? Fred and George do that already! He’s honestly a big ass about it, until Bill pulls him aside. Trying to explain it more properly to him, before he goes and says something he will regret. It takes a while, but he’s soon reading up on it. Might as well learn about it. That’s kinda how it started, really. You would come to him, when you needed your moment, and he would read you stories. He won’t lie, it was comforting. Reminded him of when he helped teach his younger siblings how read. Maybe there is something to this age regression thing. There’s a weird comfort. How he can just take care of you, and you trust him enough to know he will. It takes a while, but he is willing to learn. For you
Fred
He runs a joke shop. If anyone is going to know how to handle a kid, it’s him. Also, older brother quirks. Doesn’t really phase him either. You act younger sometimes? Don’t we all? He’s going to be the best care giver. Especially since he did mature a bit, from running a shop. So don’t think you weaseled your way into endless candy. Can’t have his precious kiddo sick! As being a bit more mature, he also has things a bit more calculated. A designated toy box’s to keep your kid stuff secure, and private. Willing to drop everything if you need him. Even happily have you play with your toys, in his office, as he works. Very much taking on a very solid dad role. Wouldn’t be to surprising if he knew about age regression before he met you. He likes to keep up to date with the kids, so he can better care for them. Such as what products they would like. He’s calculated, but not like a robot. Like an actual dad, wanting the best for his kids after all. You included. Oh and don’t you dare forget, they are two for one. Uncle George is going to steal you, when Fred needs to work. Never fear!
George
Much like his twin, you are in safe hands. However, he has a bit more of an emotional approach. He likes to be a bit more hands on with it all. The type to make you chocolate chip pancakes in the morning, and always have a bottle of apple juice ready. He took on the food love from his mother. So you are given plenty of sweet snacks for every occasion. Always finding a way to make sure you meet your nutrient needs, even when small. That way you stay healthy, but not sacrifice the things you love. He knows how that can mess with you. Especially after losing Fred. So, to take care of someone is helping him take care of himself. The ability to just take time out of his day, and be with you, it’s healing. It really is. Your bravery in admiting to this is helping him live such a better life. Just able to hold you, and know that he can protect you. He couldn’t save Fred, but he was able to save you
Ron
Hope you don’t mind, but his ass went running to Hermione for advice. She’s the smartest person he knows. If anyone knows anything about anything, it’s her. He finds it a bit confusing, but Hermione does a beautiful job in explaining it to him. Such as how his brothers do certain things to cope, or do things different because of trauma and stress. You were the same. That helps him figure it out better. Still, it’s a bit complicated for him. He’s worried about messing up, because you are in a rather vulnerable position. Luckily, similar to how the twins are two for one, he’s a three for one. Hermione is more than happy to help you, and Harry is in the same boat as you. He had to cook his uncle, aunt, and cousin, breakfast every morning by the time he learned how to walk. If anyone’s going to understand, it’s going to be him. a pair of parents, and an uncle sometimes sibling. you would be in safe hands.
Ginny
She, more so, went running to her older siblings for advice. Especially Bill. He knows stuff like this after all. It’s confusing, until he explains it. Much like how Hermione would with Ron. After some time, she figured out how to make it work. She didn’t really know if she could pull it off, but she is a Weasley. She is too stubborn to back down from a challenge. Her care taker role would follow more of an older sibling dynamic. She’s found it pretty nice, really. She was always jealous that her brothers got to have younger siblings. She had to be the last one, and that takes a toll after a while. Especially in a family so big. It’s a nice way to live out something like that. You can’t complain about it. Especially since, similar to Charlie, she’s yanking you into the air. All that Quidditch sure pays off. A older sibling is rather comforting. Familia love is soothing to the soul. You both get that gentle moment. She gets to be a big sister, and you get one. So warm, and safe.
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Spot me - Dark!Gym!Ari Levinson x Reader
A//N: Do I know how a gym works? No. Did I google it? Yes. Where my search results effective? Absolutely not.
Warnings: Stranger sex? (Kind of, reader and Ari only just met when they get groovy), little!reader, mention of age regression, daddy kink, manhandling, degradation, mean!Ari, READER BLUSHES SO MUCH AND IT IS FUCKING ANNOYING (but like its Ari Evans who wouldn’t blush), non-con/CNC and dub-con, dumbification, manipulation, pain kink, blood kink, VERY ROUGH SEX, size kink, somnophillia kink, Pervy!Ari, implication to stalking, misogyny
Word Count: 3.2k
Dark!content under Ari <3
‘Screw getting your life together. Screw drinking water every day. Screw getting off your ass and screw going to the fucking gym!’ You cursed to yourself as you pushed the doors to your local gym open, unintentionally scowling at woman who was leaving.
You walked to the front desk and plastered a fake smile at the clerk standing behind the counter, “Could I have locker, please?” You asked, she looked up and raised an eyebrow, “Do you have a membership?” She asked, you looked around the desk cluttered with flyers and business cards, “Nope.” You popped the ‘P’, “$10 per hour with additional to use the showers.” She told, you nodded, “Great. Can I pay at the end?” You questioned, “Yeah sure, just take a key. One sec.” She tapped an earpiece and her demeanour immediately changed into an overly enthusiastic one while she walked away.
Your eyes rolled in annoyance, not at the clerk but just at the whole ordeal, ‘what were you thinking?! You didn’t know how to work out!’ You internally stomped your feet like a child having a temper tantrum, you grabbed a key and begrudgingly made your way to the locker room.
You almost got lost by going past the locker room but was redirected by a sign that said ‘Office of Mr Levinson’.
After packing away your bags and only keeping your, headphones, phone and water bottle out, you ventured out to where you could hear music playing a people grunting.
The sight of a mat class met you first and you quickly rushed past. Next there was a pilates studio; that would be a no. Finally you came across a large room with several people working out on their own, ‘at least this one wasn’t a class’ you sighed and pushed the door open.
Choosing you first exercise carefully, you decided a treadmill would be easy, ‘It’s just running! That can’t possibly be too hard!’ Boy were you wrong. After only 10 minutes on the treadmill you felt like you were dying, pressing multiple wrong buttons just to get it to turn off.
You hopped off and grabbed your water quicker than ever, God, you’d never been so grateful for water in your life.
“Oh sweet saints. I will never say another bad thing about you again.” You panted, laying back on the carpeted floor, you knew you looked like a fucking weirdo but you were in agony.
Recollecting yourself, you made your way over to a weight lifting machine, you cocked your head to the sighed in confusion before leaning down to try and pick it up but before you could even get it off the ground you heard a loud thud a few feet away and looked up to see a burly man jogging towards you.
He placed his arm on your lower back and quickly took the weight away from you, “You’re gonna hurt yourself really bad if you do that.” He warned with a laugh, you looked up and were met with an incredibly handsome face, you blushed.
“Oh…I- um- I didn’t know.” You mumbled, he laughed again, “Clearly.” HIs joke made your lips quirk into a shy smile, the man gestured to the dumbbell, “you want me to show you?” He offered, “Could you? It’s my first time at a gym or anything and I don’t really know how all these fancy things work.” You sighed, taking a step back so he could alter the weight.
You looked down as he removed several weights from the ends, “You would’ve broken you back if you tried to lift these!” He teased, you giggled and rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly.
After fixing the settings, the man stood up again and you took a step forward, “So, instead of holding them from the top, try grip them from underneath. It might make it a bit easier for you.” He explained, you curled your hands around the metal bar, “Like this?”, he nodded and removed his cap before standing behind you.
You almost gasped when you felt his hands on you hips, “There you go…and just kick your legs apart a bit- hey! You got it!” He positioned you just right and grinned when you did what he asked, “Now you try lift it.” He told, you tried to pull put instead squeaked as the weight toppled you forward.
Closing your eyes for impact you were grabbed by the wrist and pulled back to standing.
“So 50kg might be too much for you.” The blue eyed man thought, your eyes widened, “that was 50kg?! I was so close! Wow I must be like Hercules or something!” You exclaimed, patting yourself on the back, your new found friend laughed and so did you.
Once he stood back up to his full height, you moved once again towards the weight, “So how much is this?” You asked skeptically as you positioned yourself in the way he did for you before.
“I changed it to 20kg so just try that.” He told, you bit your lip and lifted it, a gasp escaping your lips when you got it up to about thigh height, the man stood behind you and reached his muscular arms around to help you lift it further.
With his help you could hardly feel the weight but still, it was an accomplishment.
You both placed the weight down and you clapped your hands, “Thank you so much, Mr…” You fished and he smiled, “Ari. Call me Ari.” He finished, you grinned brightly, “Thank you, Mr Ari.” You teased, bowing your head slightly, causing him to return your grin as he put his hat back on, “Not a problem, doll.” He winked, beginning to walk away, “My names Y/n!” You called after him.
If only you could see his little fist pump in the air.
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You were so fucking done. You just wanted a cold beverage and a long fucking nap, you decided as you exited the washroom, bag slung lazily over your shoulder and hair in an absolute mess.
As you finished paying the clerk, a familiar blue eyed man walked past you.
“Ari! Hey! Wait up!” You called, jogging after him much to your bodies dismay, he turned around and smiled, “Y/n! Hey, peach. How was the rest of your workout?” He asked, you blushed at the pet name, “Honestly I don’t get how people can do that everyday.” You threw your head back with a whine, Ari laughed, “You just gotta get used to it and y’know it’s really not that bad. You just gotta have the right motivation.”
He leant down to your ear at the last word and pointed to an ice cream parlour directly across from the gym, “Now that is genius business.” You commented, practically drooling at the idea of cold ice cream on a hot day.
There seemed to be a silent agreement between you and Ari as you both made your way across the street. Ari pushed the door open for you and you both stepped into the cool air conditioned parlour.
“Really, Ari? Another girl? Gotta be kidding me, man. How do you always get the hot chicks?” The cashier complained, ‘he must be a regular’ you thought, “Ha ha. Very funny, Sam. Now do your job.” He rolled his eyes, Sam laughed, “Just the usual right?” He guessed only to get a nod in return.
You couldn’t seem to decide…
“You should get the strawberry and cream.” Ari whispered in your ear, making you jump at the close proximity, you nodded quickly, eyes scanning for the one he was talking about. On finding it you pointed at the cashier, “This one, please.” You gulped slightly, not liking social interactions.
After both getting your ice creams you went to reach for your wallet but Ari was going first, Sam threw his hands up, “So now you pay? Guess there’s a first time for everything!” He huffed, Ari nudged him, “Come on, man. Not in front of the girl.” He teased, looking down at you playfully.
The door was opened for you by Ari and you ducked your head again in thanks.
“Your nice.” You blurted, he looked down at you, licking his ice cream already, “Yeah? What makes you say that, sweets?” He hummed, you shrugged, “You help me out. You pay for my ice cream. That’s nice.” You told, ‘God he felt terrible for what he was gonna do to you….not.’
When you didn’t get a response and only a continuous stare, you looked up and smiled as you finally began to eat your ice cream.
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The two of you had been so caught up that you hadn’t even noticed how far you’d walked until the familiar street where your apartment lay.
“My apartments just in here if you’d like to come in. It might not be too clean but it’s a shield from the sun.” You suggested, “You know people usually don’t follow strange little girls into their apartments but what’s a sweet thing like you gonna do?” He mused, unbeknownst to him you were blushing madly.
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You fumbled with your keys before unlocking the door and stepping inside, “It’s not anything fancy but it’s the best I’ve got.” You mumbled, letting him inside.
His eyes wondered around the colourful apartment as he dropped his gym bag to the ground, “It’s cozy.” He told, plopping down on one of your plush sofas, “You think?” You blushed hopefully, pressing your hands together, Ari smiled and nodded, “S’cute. Jus’ like you, button.” He winked.
You covered your face with your hands and turned away from the tall man.
“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” You asked, trying to distract yourself with a domestic task, “I’ll have a coffee, thanks, peach.” He replied, now taking his shoes off and setting them by the door.
You had tried to stop drinking coffee a while ago since you’d decided you wanted to get your shit together, so you’d asked one of your taller friends to put it in a top cupboard…one you couldn’t reach.
Chewing your lip, you tried to stand on your tiptoes to reach it and managed to only skim the shelf with your fingers.
Suddenly, you felt a grip on your waist and looked up to see Ari, he reached the coffee down and placed it on the counter, “Oh- thank you.” You blushed again, turning to face him, ‘fuck he was tall’ you gulped, realising your weren’t even shoulder height with him.
He smirked, “Where’s the bathroom?” He asked, you cleared your throat and tried to step back, only to run into the bench, ‘god you were such a klutz’ you winced, “Through there.” You pointed to a small door just off the main hall, he smiled, “Thanks, doll.”
As you were banging your head on the kitchen counter, you heard Ari call out, “Hey peach? What’s with all the stuffed animals?”, your eyes widened and you quickly ran to your bedroom, “No! Um- Nothing! Here let’s go, your coffee should be done any second!” You tried to drag him but his large frame didn’t even budge.
He pushed past you and moved to the bed, seeing that everything was either pink, with animals or both.
You blushed, ‘I think I’ll just die now.’ You thought, wanting nothing more than to wake up from this horrible dream, a sexy godlike man had walked into your life and was now snooping in your most private space.
“Has it got a name?” Ari’s voice snapped you out of your daze and you saw him holding one of your penguin stuffies, “That’s um…his name is…” You couldn’t seem to get it out, too embarrassed with the truth.
Ari tugged your hips and only now you were almost level with him, ‘how fucking tall is this man?!’ “I asked you a question, angel. It’s polite to answer.” His voice was cool and commanding.
“That’s Mr Waddles but he’s not my favourite.” You finally said, he hummed and placed the penguin down again, “Which one is your favourite?” He asked and all embarrassment flew out the window, replaced my giddiness and excitement.
‘Ari wasn’t judging you! He was just interested!’ You thought happily as you skipped to the other side of the bed.
You picked up your favourite white bunny with a pink bow, “This is Mrs Snuggles. She’s my favourite because we can play dress up.” You explained, handing it to him, “be careful.” You added.
He examined the stuffed toy, “Mrs Snuggles is very lovely, button, but how bout’ you show me your dress up costume?” He asked, you blushed and shook your head, “Can’t show you that one.” You told, Ari raised an eyebrow,, “Why’s that, angel?”, “Cause that would be bad. Not meant for guys to see.” You muttered.
Ari picked up your rabbit toy and moved it animatedly, “So Mrs Snuggles gets to see but I don’t? That’s not very fair.” He faux pouted, “Well Mrs Snuggles is a girl!” You explained with a giggle.
He gave you puppy dog eyes and you sighed, “You gotta sign the pact of secrecy.” You crossed your arms defiantly, he sat up against your headboard as you went to reach for Mrs Snuggles, he shot forward and planted his lips to yours.
You tried to step away but he pushed you back on the bed, hovering over you, “Ari- no… What are you doing?” You breathed, trying to push him away, “You think any guy wants to hear a slut talk? Here’s a lesson for you, sweetheart. The only good thing about you is your holes. And if you ever forget that- well, you won’t, because I’ll be here to remind you.”
His harsh words made tears form in your eyes as he began to tear your gym clothes off, somehow ripping the lycra in half/
“Dumb baby. Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to let strangers into your home?” He mocked, finally reaching the layer only covered by a bra and panties, you squirmed and shook your head as you sobbed, Ari tutted, “Thought you were nice.” You sniffed as he brushed your hair back, “You thought wrong, button.”
After losing so much energy in fighting Ari while he stripped you of your clothes, ‘I should just give in… It would be much easier, letting him use me until he’s satisfied, then he’d let me go…right?’ You thought.
Ari noticed you stopped fighting and smirked proudly, “What a good little slut. Knowing her place.” He mused, “Just please…be gentle.” You begged softly, h kissed your forehead sweetly, “No.” his fingers entered you with such force that it hurt.
You’d had sex before, but not like this. The first time was awkward but your parents always told you that sex should feel good…this didn’t.
Screaming bloody murder, Ari sighed and grabbed your rabbit stuffie and shoved part of it in your mouth as a gag, “You know, baby, if you’re quiet then maybe I’ll make it feel good for you.” He nodded along slowly, pouting cruelly in the process,.
A sob bubbled out from behind the rabbit as you nodded slowly, “Gonna be quiet? Let me use you like my own dolly?” Ari asked, slowly easing up the rabbit and placing it to the side comfortably when you didn’t scream, “P-please…hurts, Ari. Hurts so bad…” you whimpered, “S’gonna hurt a lot more when I put my dick in you so you’re lucky I’m even giving you prep.” He hissed.
Your hands squeezed the soft pink sheets, “What do you say, baby?” He pressed, you closed your eyes tighter, “Thank you, Ari.” You whimpered, he entered another finger into you and continued to prod places you knew they shouldn’t.
His other hand comes down between you both as he moves to kneel before you, thinking you’d be able to escape you quickly shoot up but before you can even stand Ari has you back underneath him and you’re hitting his chest with your fists.
“Get off me! Please!” You cried hoarsely, tears now flowing freely, he scoffs and begins to undo his belt, “Was gonna be nice and treat you good but after that you’re lucky I don’t fuck your ass.” He spits, tying your wrists with leather.
Now having easier access to his own pants, Ari slips them down his big thighs along with his boxers.
He removes his shirt before climbing over you, he slaps his dick on your face in a degrading way, “You thought my fingers hurt, poppet? My dick is bigger than your whole head. You’re gonna be sore for weeks.” He threatened, you whined and tried to move your hips.
Ari moved back down your body and positioned himself at your entrance, ‘god he was gonna split you in half…’ was your last conscious thought before he rutted into you.
“S-s’too big…gotta…you-“ Words incoherently fell from your lips, “See, honey? This is how girls like you are meant to be. Dick drunk and babbling.” He smirked.
‘Ok so. Maybe it wasn’t that bad’
“Daddy- hhhgn- fuck.” You didn’t mean to let the words slip but the he was so fucking big and it hurt so fucking much, “Daddy, huh? Tell me who your daddy is, little girl. Scream for you daddy.” Ari taunted, now snapping his hips brutally against your own, his pubic hair chafing the skin around your thighs.
“H-hurts, daddy…” Your voice softened as your head felt light, Ari kisses your tears away, rubbing his beard hairs over your cheek in the process, “I know, baby. But you looks so pretty bleeding for me.” He moves a hand between you two and picks up some of you blood of your clit, making you shiver and convulse slightly, he scoops it up and begins to paint it on your tits, “so fuckin’ pretty…”
His voice trails off as the world goes dark.
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You wake to a warming sensation in your abdomen as well as an excruciating level of pain, you go to cry out but are muffled by blonde hair covering your senses.
Tuning back into the real world you hear panting near you ear, “Ari…” You mumbled, lids still heavy, he doesn’t even look at you as he sits up, pulling his cock from you along with what felt like half your organs.
As soon as his shaft left your body, you curled up and hugged yourself, feeling hurt and violated, “Taste that, honey.” His hand moves between your legs again and he swipes more of your blood mixed with yours and his come.
Gave me so many good orgasms while you were asleep. Such a good cunt.” He whispers, pushing his fingers past your lips as you taste the vile mixture, “Thank you, daddy.” You garble as the tears cloud your vision.
A proud smile overcomes Ari and he kisses your cheek, “I’ll see you again at the gym, ok, honey? My office is just behind the womens locker room.” He winks, gathering his clothes and leaving the room.
‘Did he own the fucking gym?’
*Mario theme* WELL FUCKERS THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY. I kinda wanna do a series out of this like @balenciagabucky did with midnight train because it’s like my favourite fic series ever.
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Little Angel ☆
chapter 1
little!Angel and cg!Husk
Notes: first time writing in like,,, 4ever?? Sooo be nice to me. <3 (taking constructive criticism)
Word count: around 800
A small yawn came from Angels room as he woke up. The combination of a headache and dizziness from a night full of drinking had kept him from staying fully awake. After a few times of refusing to wake up, he finally decided to rise from his plush bed to feed his pig, and get some food for the morning.
Angel had been in a loop all week. Hed be pretty great all day, talking to Husk, sometimes others. But when night came hed get sensitive, tired, and more uncomfortable with his usual activities. Hed brush it off as an episode or some side effect of a drug, but now hed actually started worrying about it. It seemed strange that this came after telling Husk about Val, and the comfortable night of talking with him that came after. He noticed that he became generally happier around Husk, talking with his hands more and going on about things he loved. This was very unusual for him and had worried him for the days following.
Angel finally snapped out of his thoughts when he saw exactly who hed been thinking about, Husker.
"Mornin' sleeping beauty" Husk scoffed
"Good morning asshole" Angel said, passing him to exit the hotel, a bit happier than he was previously.
There was that feeling again, hed noticed the need to flap his hands when he passed Husk. He felt happy as if hed won something, but he'd just greeted his friend. It made no sense to him, but he continued on with the day anyways.
After grabbing some food at a small cafe, he started his walk to the hotel. Noticing all the small details of the pride ring. The people, the billboards, all of it was so harsh and overwhelming. It made him feel scared. But why would he feel scared? He had been here for what felt like forever, why now had it started overwhelming him? He didnt know the answer to anything, but he knew he needed to get to the hotel and into his room as soon as he could.
Angel ran through the door with his food, and ran right past everyone downstairs without greeting anybody. The second he got to his room he slammed the door and jumped into bed, hugging his stuffed animals and hiding in blankets. After a short minute, he heard a knock and a voice at the door.
"Angel? Are you okay? What happened?"
It was Charlie. Who, dont get him wrong angel loves her to death, but she wasnt going to be any help.
"MMmn!"
It wasnt anything anyone could point out as a word, but the noise made it clear he didnt want her there. He heard her walk off. But heard more footsteps and eventually another knock at his door.
"Angel? What happened? Whyre you whinin' at Charlie?"
It was Husk, and Angel was even more embarrassed than with Charlie. Husk had been so nice and Angel felt guilt having him see him acting like a child, thought he couldnt exactly control it.
"I think i know whats going on, if youll let me in i could help ya" Husk spoke very softly, not letting anyone but Angel hear him.
Angel considered it, and decided that having Husk around while hes like this is better than being alone. He walked hunched over to the door and opened it, dragging Husk into the small room.
"Whats goin on'?!" Angel mumbled
"You told me about Val right? And how you had been more upset lately?"
"Uhnhuh.. why does that matter?" Angel was getting a little impatient.
"Well i was interested in what you talked about. I had looked at a few things and all your little 'quirks' and that shit sounds a bit like something i found" Husk answered
Angel was listening very intently, but slowly understanding a bit less of the bigger thoughts and only gathering a small amount of information from husk.
"Its called uhrm.. age.. regression?" Husk sounded it out, making sure to get the term right
"Its a way your brain uh.. keeps you sane basically."
Angel had heard about regression, but always took it as a voluntary thing. He never took it as something hed be helped by, especially not without knowing.
"Woah" Angel whispered
He was noticing things that lined up with what Husk said, and had started genuinely thinking about the term and how it applies to him.
Husk stayed the rest of the afternoon to look after Angel, and explain some more about agere to him. They had talked and played and sat around until pretty late, and Husk decided to go to bed.
"Okay, goodnight Angel. Im glad you learned some stuff today. Sleep well"
Angel smiled at Husk, waved goodnight, and went to bed happy, something he wasn't exactly familiar with.
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If the eye color change from switching between Six Eyes and MEoDP is visible, I assume that people in twinsverse probably just treat it as a quirk of the Six Eyes, but canon-Satoru's eyes stay consistently one color. So do the people from canonverse attribute "Satoru's" eyes suddenly being able to change colors as part of the side effects from Prison Realm? Just another aspect of the Oh-Shit-Gojo-Satoru-Has-Gone-Insane package?
They probably chalk it down to the Prison Realm! Also Shiki usually would have sunglasses on, so not very many people actually know that Gojo's eyes are different. Those in the know would probably try to suppress the information, too, so other people won't panic. 'Gojo going insane' is already raising a lot of panic.
Shoko probably panics even more, because wearing sunglasses as default instead of using blindfolds is something that high school age Gojo did. That, added to 'Gojo' asking her where Suguru was? Missing memories?? Did his mindset somehow regress to his student years?
Meanwhile, Shiki: Why is everyone so scared? ... Is the Toru-nii in this world just really weak or something?
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It's okay to be an age/pet regressor and ....
🐾Having Body hair, weight, height, or any physical attributes , they don't determine your ability to regress !
🍼Religious or Spiritual Beliefs: Your faith and spirituality are personal. Age/Pet regression is a psychological state that transcends religious beliefs. It's about finding comfort and joy within yourself
🐕Imperfections : Everyone has imperfections. Age/Pet regression is a safe space where you can embrace your quirks and imperfections without judgment
🐾Differences in Experiences: Your regression journey is unique. It's okay if your experience doesn't match someone else's. Your individuality is what makes your regression special
🍼Personal Background: Your cultural background, upbringing, or past experiences don't invalidate your regression. Your journey is valid and shaped by your own story
🐕Interests and Hobbies: Your hobbies and interests may differ from typical regression stereotypes, and that's okay. Embrace what brings you comfort and joy during regression
🐾Expression and Personality: Whether introverted or extroverted, your personality doesn't need to conform to any specific pattern to enjoy age/pet regression. Your authenticity is what matters
🍼Not having Gears or Caregiver : Enjoying age/pet regression doesn't require any specific props or a caregiver. Your regression experience is valid regardless of these elements !
🐕Not Babytalking/Pet sounds : You don't have to use baby talk/make pet sounds to regress. Your form of expression during regression is personal and doesn't need to involve baby talk/pet sounds
🐾Keeping it Private: Being a secret age/pet regressor is completely acceptable. You have the right to keep this aspect of your life private if it makes you more comfortable
🍼Different Regression Methods: Age/Pet regression doesn't have one fixed method. Whether it's through activities, hobbies, or simply embracing a childlike mindset, your approach is valid
🐕Intermittent Regression: Regressing intermittently or only in specific situations doesn't invalidate your regression experience. Everyone's regression journey is unique
🐾Solo Regression: Enjoying age/pet regression on your own, without involving others, is perfectly okay. Your personal experience is what matters most
Remember, age/pet regression is about finding solace, comfort, and joy in moments of childlike happiness, regardless of external factors or personal differences <3
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hi, i'm pfh, call me p or parker. they/them pronouns. i'm 28 and i live in the uk. i write silly AUs, fluff, a little bit of smut, and 18+ content and i'm dipping my toe into dark fics.
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hello! I just found your blog and I absolutely adore your headcanons :3 could you maybe do regressor! Momo Yaoyorozu headcanons? Thank you for reading this :]
Waaaa sorry this took so long I haven't checked in on this blog in a hot minute!! But thank you thank you I'm so glad you like them!!
Regressor! Momo Yaoyorozu Headcanons!! (100% SFW!)
She is so polite!!! Best girl!!
Voluntary regressor, who maybe hits age 6/7 at most! Prefers to be younger if she has the time and space, probably like 4/5
She doesn't usually talk while she regresses. I think she likes to put on some cartoons(she gives me the vibes where she'd watch like every single Barbie movie, know every song etc) and keep to herself for the most part, but she loves humming along to music and giggling when something's funny!
Her quirk comes in handy when she can't find something she wants, like her paci or a sippy cup. She just makes a new one, and then when she inevitably finds the original, she's happy to have a backup!
Has a nice little bin underneath her bed that she keeps most of her gear in. Some things like her coloring books and supplies she doesn't mind putting on her bookshelf. And no one really makes any passing comments if they peek in and see some of her stuffies!
She is pretty independent while she regresses. She's comfortable, she has her own thing going, she is very self sufficient.
But every once in a while she does seek out Jirou to help out a little. Usually it's to present her with a freshly colored picture, or to invite her to watch Princess Charm School with her for the hundredth time(that's her favorite Barbie movie and I will not stand for any arguments lol)
Jirou doesn't fully understand, but she loves seeing Momo happy, so she goes with it and trusts Momo to come to her on her own time.
I love her sm I just wanna hug her!!
#sfw agere#age regression#safe agere#agere community#bnha age regression#bnha agere#mha agere#my hero academia#mha momo#momo yaoyorozu#yaoyaruzo momo#momo yaoyorozu agere#regressor momo yaoyorozu#sfw mha agere
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Going to see Jurassic World Dominion!!
I'm allready little today nearly all day, I hope that it's not scary! Vill update when I could be done vith the movie. I hope that it vill have a good ending!
#jurassic world dominion#sfw agere#age regression#i went somewhere while little#little talk#typing quirk
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Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell
AO3
Fandom: Soul Eater
Character(s): Spirit Albarn, Franken Stein, mentions of Kami
Tag(s): Hurt/Comfort, Age Regression (SFW), Men Crying, Mental Instability, Stuffed Toys, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff & Angst
Word Count: 2 710
Summary: Stein sees a T-Rex stuffed animal, regresses before and after being allowed to purchase it, and shit also happens to hit the fan, because I don’t write for happy people LMAO
Note(s): I finally wrote more age regression like I said I would. I don’t like this a whole lot either, but I’m planning on writing some longer and better things, so hopefully that will happen. I am just posting this and Muse of Tragedy, because these are ideas I’ve had in my head for a long time that I simply never wrote. So, here!
The vivid, fluorescent lighting of the quaint drugstore left Stein internally grimacing, keeping his limbs close to his frame as to make himself seem smaller and further away from the blaring stimulus.
Going in one ear and out the other was the apparently endless rambling of Spirit, as he went on and on about Kami, and Valentine’s Day, and how he nearly forgot, and how he just has to buy her the cutest teddy bear ever. Franken merely hummed in response, scanning the aisles both curiously and indifferently, bored and more than prepared to exit the store.
As they, at long last, arrived at the line of shelves filled with stuffed-toys, particularly bears and rabbits holding non-anatomically correct hearts (Stein would much prefer to see anatomically correct heart candies) and lollipops, the meister spotted the best thing in the entire drugstore; a medium-sized Tyrannosaurus-Rex, greenish-brown in color, and without the glass eyes that left him suspecting whether or not it came equipped with a built-in camera.
Albarn grabbed on his chosen teddy, beginning to march away from the aisle and to the checkout area, as he glanced over at Stein conspicuously gazing longingly at a stuffed dinosaur, not moving, simply staring. The glint in his partner’s eyes was almost cute; childishly curious and desiring.
“Stein?” He called out. And before he could ask the boy whether or not he wanted him to buy the stuffed animal (he looked too intrigued by the toy to deny him of it), Franken turned towards him, not verbally requesting the stuffy, instead, pointing at it with an expectant and hopeful look to his countenance. He appeared as though he was preparing for disappointment, or to be yelled at. He honestly seemed to expect overly negative reactions rather often - too often - and something about that sent a pang of sorrow down Spirit’s tired spine. He’d never seen him look so childlike and tiny before.
Now he really couldn’t say no.
“You wanna get it?” Stein clumsily nodded his head once, a dramatic motion of his head as he pursed his lips slightly. “I didn’t think you were the type to like plushies. But sure, go ahead and grab it.”
“Dinosaur,” the meister said, holding the animal to his chest, moving to walk beside his weapon-partner, not ceasing his intense and elated staring content with it.
“Oh, yeah. You do like dinosaurs and all that science-y shit, so, I guess that makes sense,” the weapon shrugged his shoulders, grabbing it briefly from Stein, as he scanned the toy. The silver-haired boy seemed to subdue a pout, returning to his former blank state. “You want it back, right?” Spirit returned it into Franken’s hands, placing the bear he bought into a plastic bag, paying for the items.
“Thank you,” Stein mumbled, not exactly smiling, though the corners of his mouth were more upturned than usual.
“Yeah, I don’t mind,” he felt more like something of a parental figure to him everyday, or at the very least, when his partner would begin acting… like whatever this was. But the meister’s policy was ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell,’ so interrogating him about his quirks would more than certainly get him nowhere. “You don’t have to pay me back or anything, by the way. Knowing you, though, you’d definitely find some sneaky-ass way to never pay me even if I wanted you to. You’ve done it before, you bastard! So, I know for a fact you would!”
Stein giggled mischievously in a hushed voice, Spirit joyfully smiling and chuckling to himself as he listened to it. He hadn’t heard the male really laugh in a long while, he’d seemed rather morose and sort of lacking in any and all emotion as of late - even more so than typical, which he frankly didn’t think was even possible. And for what reason his partner was behaving more overtired and flat, the ginger did not know.
They exited the drugstore, Stein seeming more relieved in a sense as they were shrouded in the shadows of the night, the desert air much cooler than just a few hours ago.
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Stein plopped swiftly down onto the sofa with his prized plushie, Spirit sitting beside him and placing the lovey-dovey teddy bear onto the coffee table, where the tissue paper and gift bag happened to be located.
Whilst writing thoughtful sweet-nothings on the sparkly and shiny card he had bought a little while back, he made repeated glances at his partner, of whom was merely sitting and staring into space, a more petulant, yet deadpan twinge to his countenance.
He looked awfully squeezable, however, with his stuffy tucked against his sternum, his knees holding the toy even closer. Perhaps this newfound affectionate feeling he didn’t think he’d ever feel towards Stein would dissipate once the meister said anything about ripping someone limb from limb.
“You okay over there?” He chortled, his brows pinching together in mild concern as he signed the glimmering card, placing it into the bag along with the heart and candy-holding bear.
Franken remained particularly unresponsive and immobile, it was almost as though he was entirely zoned-out of life itself, not present in the room with Spirit. Though there was something stirring within him, he could see it in his exhausted and narrow eyes, they were both decomposing and lively simultaneously in a way that only Stein could achieve.
“Hey. Did you hear me?” Albarn poked his arm, only to receive nothing back.
He inched closer to his partner, untucking and lifting Stein’s arm from the stuffed T-Rex as gently as he could, as to hopefully not startle him. Though, perhaps if he were to startle him, he’d scare him out of his current stupor.
As he raised his appendage, he moved it up and down almost playfully, stopping and leaving it to hang right in the middle. And his arm did not fall.
Spirit rose an eyebrow in the face of this strange behavior; Stein had gotten like this before - he’d refuse to speak, and would either move too much, not too much, or very robotically. But he had never done this before.
Albarn simply stared at the unmoving arm for a moment, confused and worried, not even noticing the salty tear falling from his meister’s right eye, or the way his chest made abrupt movements as noiseless sobs escaped him.
He gazed upwards, eyes widening at the sight before him, as he marginally began to panic.
“What’s wrong, Stein? Don’t cry,” he hadn’t realized before how much the sight of his counterpart weeping would both upset him and frighten him. “Was it something I did? I’ll never touch you without asking again, how about that? Please don’t cry.”
Spirit’s eyes flicked all over the room as he pondered how in the world he could possibly comfort his meister. He’d never seen him cry before, how was he supposed to know?
“Na’ yu,” Stein murmured under his breath, his tone sounding pained as though it was his first time attempting to speak.
“Not me? It wasn’t me, then? Can I touch you?” Spirit reached his arms out, retracting them, only to flail them outwards once more.
He didn’t reply again, instead focusing on trying to relearn how to move his body, desiring to position his arm back into its former place.
Spirit noticed this, grabbing his arm and moving it to tuck around his plushie just how it was before.
“T’an’ yu,” he whispered out slowly, mechanically.
“Of course,” the weapon reesponded with a polite smile, looking around the room one more time, before just pulling his partner over to him, essentially sitting him on his lap, shoving his head into the crook of his anxious neck.
This more than certainly alarmed Stein, his eyes bulging, as he acted on instinct - squirming and writhing out of his grasp.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. I didn’t mean to freak you out, I’m sorry,” he shushed his perturbation in the sweetest voice he could possibly muster. Stein sat up, perched on his thighs, as his bottom lip seemed to quiver lightly in response to his former statement. More tears bubbled up in his eyes, spilling over, as the scientist shoved himself right back to where the redhead had originally pushed him, choking on pitiful sobs.
“Shh…… I’m sorry. This is all so.. not you, I just don’t know what to do - I’m sorry,” he held his head, thinking to himself ‘Well, at least he moved for the first time in however many minutes he hadn’t.’ Spirit soothingly rubbed up and down his back, his nails dragging along empathetically. “And I know you never tell anyone anything.. You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong. I know this must be really scary already, isn’t it?”
Stein had evidently lost control of himself. It was clear as day to anyone that he had unwillingly began blubbering, as he repeatedly attempted to hush himself up, his efforts ultimately proving to be in vain.
He nodded his head in agreement with the weapon’s question, as he sniffled into Albarn’s shirt, his hands still maintaining their iron grip on the stuffed toy.
“Yeah, I know it is,” Franken was seriously the absolute last person he expected to be coddling. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I’m sorry. I’m always here, okay? You don’t have to tell me anything, but if you need to, you always can. Whatever was happening earlier didn’t look too comfortable or fun.”
Stein hummed in agreement once more, the noise reverberating within his overtired throat, as he huffed out another sob.
He brought one of his hands to his face, placing his thumb in his mouth, gently suckling on it, as his chest bumped up and down due to the suppressed wailing.
While it was a considerably strange thing for a teenager to do, Spirit couldn’t care less what Stein found tranquillizing, so long as it helped him.
“It’s okay to cry, Stein. I’m not judging you. I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise. You’re stubborn, so I know you won’t believe me, but I’m not gonna tell anyone, I swear,” he tenderly attempted to reassure the meister.
That only sent more tears running down his flushed face, as Stein glanced cautiously up at the ginger, whimpering into his finger.
Spirit grinned down at him, whispering, “You don’t have to believe a word I say, okay? I can see it in your eyes,” he adoringly flicked Stein’s forehead. “I don’t know what exactly is so hard for you, but I can see it’s hard for you. Stop arguing with yourself in there. Stop thinking about whatever it is for a minute. How about we play with your little dinosaur?”
He snuffled, lazily and begrudgingly removing his face from his weapon’s neck, making his stuffy more visible to the both of them.
As he did as such, Albarn could get a much better look at his blotchy, tear-stained face, a pout stretching his poor lips.
“Do you have a name for it yet?” Spirit prodded softly, restricting the urge to fondly crush the male he had seated on his femurs, as he stared shyly down at the dinosaur.
When he received no response, he assured, “You don’t have to speak, that’s okay. We can just play with it, or do whatever you want to do with it… Except dissecting it!” He earned another precious titter from Stein.
The meister held the T-Rex up to Spirit’s doting face, the ginger patting it jestingly on the head.
Stein chuckled, sniffling a bit once more, as he patted the scythe on his own head.
“Top hat,” the aspiring scientist vaguely spoke.
“What about a top hat?” He confusedly questioned.
The giggly meister pointed at the dinosaur’s head, staring inquisitively at his weapon, trying his best to temporarily forget about the bickering and the static and the inevitable.
“Oh, I see! We should get a top hat for your T-Rex, shouldn’t we?” Stein nodded his head, biting on his bottom lip in thought.
“‘N f’r you,” he elucidated, slurring his words in a baby-ish voice.
“Oh, really? Wouldn’t I just look dashing in one?” Spirit said in an overly and theatrically elegant manner, his visage contorting into a rather silly expression, leaving Stein to grin.
“No,” he was a menace, but at least he was honest.
The redhead feigned taking offense to his utter brutality, fake-crying with a hand on his chest. Franken heartily laughed, or rather, sadistically, and yet innocently, concurrently.
Abruptly, his giggles ceased, as a deep and troubled sigh escaped his lips, his countenance falling and returning to its earlier indiscernible oddity.
Spirit’s did just the same, his brows furrowing as he solicitously studied the meister’s body language and face.
“What is it, sweetheart?” He was hoping to Death that he would enjoy being referred to with touchy-feely nicknames in the state he was currently in, and that they’d relax him somewhat.
“Top hats and your dinosaur can’t really distract you, huh?” Stein sat still, blankly staring down at the stuffed toy. “That bad?” He nodded.
“Is there anything I can do?” His eyes watered once again as he processed the question being asked, moving his head from side to side, as he wanted nothing more than to forbid the tears from rolling.
“Not’ing,” he mewled. “I can’t ev’n do not’ing.”
“Aw,” he brought Stein in once again, warmly hushing his bawling. “I’m sorry you’re feeling so fussy, baby.”
Franken immediately looked up at Spirit, his eyes switching from wide-set at first to squinted and glazed over, his fingers immediately making their way back to his mouth, as his previously taut figure melted into the weapon’s chest.
“F’ssy,” he shakily repeated, hiccuping.
“Yeah, fussy,” Stein nuzzled into this shoulder, one arm holding his dinosaur, the other wrapping around his partner and gripping his shirt, as he sniveled even more so.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay.. It’ll be okay, Stein.”
“Won’,” he denied in a voice Spirit found it difficult not to coo at.
“Even if that’s the case, I’m always here, okay? You know that right?”
“M’no.”
Spirit delicately scratched at his scalp, primping his unkempt hair. “Hm…. That’s okay. I guess I’ll just have to show you, then, huh?”
“Don’ think I can live much longer,” he stumbled over his words, unsteadily speaking. “Na’ able.”
Albarn’s expression gave in to his sullen feelings, as he patted Stein’s back, rocking them both from side to side.
“No, you can make it through, you’re strong,” he encouraged the boy.
“You don’ get it,” he yowled. “Na’ my choice. Can’ do not’ing ad’all.”
Spirit continued to shush him, as that was all he could do, petting his hair, stroking his back, ensuring him that he’d always be there.
“‘M all gone. Bye-bye,” it was difficult to make much sense of what he was saying, but there was something at the bottom of the scythe’s soul that almost could grasp it.
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Eventually, Stein’s eyes sluggishly closed, though he tried eagerly to hold them open. His sobs died down, his sniffling coming to a close, as he no longer babbled.
Spirit peered down at the male’s face, sympathizing with him as he witnessed how swollen and red his eyes were, his eyelashes doused in teardrops, cheeks completely damp. Even his neck was moist with the droplets that flowed downwards.
The weapon carefully and attentively pushed the meister’s bangs out of the way, caressing the side of his face perceptible to him, as he tucked the loose and free hair behind his ear.
“Please tell me what’s wrong,” he muttered, disquieted by the whole ordeal. “I hope you can learn to trust me. I’m sure that won’t be easy, though, huh? You’ve never trusted anyone your life, have you?”
And he hadn’t. That much was evident.
As he held Franken’s body in his arms, he didn’t dare to move, even as he groaned and whimpered in a distressed and distraught manner in his sleep.
Was he supposed to wake him? Or would that only prove to make him more fussy and irritable?
He never knew what he was meant to do when it came to Stein.
He could only pray that one day he’d finally figure the meister out.
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