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agerefandom · 4 months

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Turned Around

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Characters: Flips!Dipper and Mabel Pines

Words: 1,350

Summary: It’s Mabel’s day to regress but Dipper is having a hard time being the caregiver today…

Warnings: panic attack due to feelings of guilt (brief)

Dipper and Mabel might be very different, but they’ve always understood each other when it matters. Sometimes that means Dipper crawling into the closet and sitting beside Mabel while she takes some Sweater Time, and sometimes that means Mabel tossing a new pen to Dipper after he’s chewed through another one.

Today, Mabel is regressing, and Dipper is helping to keep the chaos to a minimum.

He likes being an older brother, a lot of the time. He nods when Mabel babbles at him (which isn’t all that different from usual), and he cleans the glitter off her hands before she eats, and he helps to tie her shoes when they go for a walk. It makes him feel responsible and secure. He doesn’t have to worry about Mabel, because she’s right there beside him, and it’s his job to keep her safe: he’s not overstepping or worrying too much, he just has to hold her hand and remind her to look both ways if they’re crossing the street.

Today, however, Dipper is feeling all wrong.

He had nightmares last night, which left him feeling distant all day, and classes were a blur of lessons and homework that he wasn’t sure if he’d done correctly.

But it’s Mabel’s night to regress, and that means it’s Dipper’s night to take care of her, and never mind the fact that his brain feels fuzzy and way too full right now. In two days it’ll be Dipper’s turn to regress, and Mabel will read to him and watch his favourite shows without complaining, and it’ll be fine.

They’re watching the Lalaloopsie show right now, while Mabel plays with crafts on the floor and gets stickers all over herself. She’s not paying much attention to the chatting dolls on-screen, and Dipper is zoning out while staring at the dancing colours.

He could ask to put on something with less overloaded visuals, but then Mabel might realize something is wrong, and it might pull her out of regression, and the last thing Dipper wants is to ruin part of their routine.

“Dip! Dip!”

“Huh?” Dipper blinks and realizes Mabel is waving her hands at him. “Oh, what’s up, Mabel?”

“Dip! Give!”

“Give you…” Dipper assesses Mabel’s art, which is mostly glued-down macaroni with some cat stickers scattered generously across the paper. “More pasta?”

“Dip!!!!” Mabel waves her hands more insistently.

“Ohhhhh, you want a hug,” Dipper laughs, and slides down to the floor to indulge his baby sister. She throws herself into his lap, a welcome wave of stickers and warm woolen sweater and hair that immediately gets into Dipper’s mouth.

Spitting out his sister’s hair as subtly as possible, Dipper wraps his arms around Mabel and leans his head against hers. She’s just so warm, and familiar, and the weight of her grounds Dipper more than anything so far today.

“Dip?”

Oh, Dipper might have been holding on for too long. It’s hard to let her go, with how comfortable this is.

In fact, Dipper realizes, this is not good. He should have stayed on the chair. He’s too comfortable, and his brain is finally letting him fall into a quietude, but he’s supposed to be taking care of his sister, not getting all quiet and small and comfy, no matter how much he wants it…

“Dipper?”

Now he’s really done it, Mabel’s tone is changing to one of concern, and he still can’t unwrap his arms from her.

“Dipper, is it bad? Do you need space?” Ironic, isn’t it, that Mabel is asking if Dipper needs space while he’s clinging to her so unstoppably. He manages to shake his head at her question, and is rewarded with Mabel’s arms coming around him in return, holding him close, and that’s definitely a big sister hug, he’s totally messed this up-

“Dipper, shhh, breathe.”

Right, yeah, breathing.

Dipper gasps in a breath and then lets it out slowly, trying to force down the alarms that were ringing in his head. It feels like there’s a black hole in his stomach, sucking him down and in, trying to crumple his entire body into itself out of guilt and frustration.

He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I’m sorry, Dipper thinks to himself, and then he tries to say it to Mabel, and there’s something in his throat that just won’t let it out.

“It’s okay, Dipper,” Mabel soothes, patting the back of his head. “You’re just freaking out, it’s not going to last forever.”

That’s his reassuring big sister, alright.

Eventually, the black hole dissipates and Dipper’s lungs stop trying to swallow themselves, and some semblance of normalcy returns.

I’m sorry, he tries to say again, but words are still eluding him.

Dipper leans back, and Mabel lets him. She keeps her hands on his shoulders, her eyes scanning over him.

“You okay?” she asks, her face clearly communicating that she knows the answer.

Dipper feels his shoulders slump, unable to lie to his sister.

Mabel smiles knowingly. “Do you want to be the little twin today?” She taps him on the nose, affectionate and so clearly torn from her own regression. Ready to take care of him, the same way Dipper was supposed to take care of her today.

Tears fill his eyes, the immediate welling up that never happens unless he’s feeling small. As good as a confession, for a sister who knows him so well.

“Aw, it’s okay! Don’t cry! We can swap, okay?” Mabel cups his chin, bringing his face up so she can bonk her forehead against his in a slightly painful show of affection. “You can be the little twin today and I’ll be the little twin on Thursday, or we can just play separate on Thursday! I’m not mad, Dipper, don’t cry.”

Dipper pats the back of Mabel’s hands, the only thanks he can manage at the moment. Regression doesn’t always rob him of his voice, but today it seems that his words are gone. Mabel ruffles his hair and then gets to her feet, hands on her hips.

“Okay! Let’s get this TV turned off, huh? You want your babytime stuff?” Mabel narrates herself as she turns the room into something kinder to Dipper’s overwhelmed mind, the noise from the TV vanishing, a weight lifting from Dipper’s shoulders at the same time. He hadn’t realized how much the noise had been bothering him until it was gone.

Mabel appears next to him again, one of Dipper’s chew necklaces dangling from her fingers. Dipper reaches out and catches it, slipping it over his head and popping it into his mouth. It’s shaped like a mushroom and the stem fits into his mouth like a pacifier, but the material is hard enough that he can’t bite through it like he does with most normal pacifiers.

Once Dipper is busy chewing, Mabel drops down beside him.

“Do you want a story?” She wiggles the book they’ve been reading together: they’re on the third Narnia book, and Dipper nods. Mabel has a great talent for reading out loud and he likes to sit and listen while she reads, sometimes colouring and other times just rocking back and forth, all of his attention on her words.

Mabel opens the book and clears her throat, settling her spine straight like she’s getting ready for an important presentation. Dipper laces his hands on top of his knees and lets his chin rest on his knuckles, looking at Mabel’s reflection in the dark screen of the television.

“Are you ready?”

Dipper shuffles a little closer to Mabel and she puts out an arm, letting him lean against her. With the warm stability of his sister next to him, Dipper closes his eyes and nods.

Mabel’s voice begins to fill the air and Dipper relaxes into her. He doesn’t think about the nightmares, or the schoolwork. Even his guilt has melted away in the face of Mabel’s genuine excitement to read to him.

The only thing that Dipper feels at this moment is love and gratitude for his twin. He’ll have to plan something really fun for them to do on Thursday.

For now, all he has to do is listen.

#gravity falls agere #agere oneshot #agere fic #fandom agere #agere writing #my writing #my fics #sfw agere #gravity falls

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nostalgic-woodwind · 5 months

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Hello again here for a request can you do a oneshot about regressors Pomni & Gangle & caregivers Kinger & ragatha

(I used the agere prompt generator again) ⬇

I Hope you have a nice day or night <3

Playdate

CGs! Ragatha and Kinger and Regressors! Pomni and Gangle 🍼

Plot: Pomni and Gangle have a playdate.

Pomni and Ragatha walked over to Kinger's door. Ragatha and Kinger scheduled a playdate for their regressors.

"You excited to meet Gangle and Kinger, Pomni?" Ragatha asked.

Pomni nodded timidly as she held onto her stuffed elephant.

"Is everything okay?"

"'m nervous, Mama," Pomni mumbled quietly. "First playdate..."

"Hey, it's okay to feel nervous about something as big as your first playdate," Ragatha reassured. "You're going to have lots of fun with Gangle. She's got toys and art stuff for you guys to share, and I'll be here with you if you need anything."

Pomni nodded again, still timid about the playdate. Ragatha knocked on the door and Kinger answered it.

"Well, hello there! Thank you for coming," Kinger greeted.

"Thank you for putting this together," Ragatha smiled as she and Pomni walked in.

Gangle, having already emerged from a pillow fort Kinger made, walked over to the group.

"Hi, Pomni," Gangle said.

Pomni shyly made her stuffed elephant wave as a way of saying hello.

"Wanna come play in the fort?" Gangle invited.

The jester looked up at Ragatha, who gave her a comforting smile.

"It's okay, Pomni, go have fun. I'll be right here if you need anything," Ragatha reminded.

Pomni nodded as she and Gangle walked into the fort together.

"Papa makes pillow forts a lot," Gangle said as she pulled out some coloring books. "You like to color? You can pick any book and crayons you want."

The jester nodded her head again, slowly feeling better. She picked out an animal coloring book and she and Gangle began to peacefully color together.

This lasted for a good forty-five minutes when Pomni finished a page on meerkats. Gangle finished a page on princesses.

"Let's go show the grown-ups," Gangle said as she and Pomni crawled out of the pillow fort and walked over to the two caregivers.

"Mama, Kinger, we made these," Pomni said as she and Gangle showed their coloring pages to Ragatha and Kinger.

"Oh, wow! You guys did amazing work!" Kinger praised.

"They look so wonderful!" Ragatha added, causing the regressors to smile.

The rest of the playdate was a success, filled with fun activities like dress-up and tea party.

"Alright, we better get going," Ragatha said two hours later. "It's getting late."

"Aww, we have to go now?" Pomni frowned.

"I'm afraid so. It's getting close to bedtime."

"Okay..."

Pomni and Gangle gave each other a goodbye hug.

"Don't worry, we can always play again tomorrow," Gangle said.

"Can we?" Pomni asked the two caretakers.

"Of course you can," Kinger nodded.

"Yeah, we'll schedule another playdate tomorrow," Ragatha said.

Pomni perked up at this and everyone said their goodbyes. As she and Ragatha walked to their room, the she told her about the fun things she did during the playdate.

#age regression #sfw agere #agere #age regressor #the amazing digital circus #sfw age regression #tadc #age dreaming #agere blog #tadc gangle #tadc kinger #tadc ragatha #tadc pomni #agere fic #agere oneshot #agere fanfic #agere tadc #tadc agere #not proofread

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rats-agere · 7 months

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Dark Fairycore Moodboard & Story

A magical fairy meets you in your garden, thanking you for the pretty flowers you’ve planted as they’ve made them and their friends very happy, they ask you if you’d like to go on an adventure…

You agree and the fairy gently grabs your hand “hold on tight dear, this may be scary for a moment, but not for long” she jumps into the air, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath while sprinkling fairy dust into the air around you.

She brings you into her home forest, showing you the beautiful wonders of her world. Starting at the beautiful river full of stepping stones, there were little lilypads surrounding the path and you could see a small waterfall into the stream. As you cross the River you see a clearing in the trees where there’s a small abandoned building full of shelves of books, and next to the building was a beautiful stone table with chairs coated in moss. You sit down and she serves you some tea (or your favourite juice!), bringing over some nice books to read, she lets you pick one and reads it to you softly. She soon notices you seem to be becoming very sleepy, she puts down the book and walks over to you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder “come back soon young one, I hope you had a fun time. Now let yourself fall to dreamland, and when you wake you’ll be back at home safe and sound”

End <3

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skyyy96 · 2 months

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🎀 (sfw) Agere imagine: 🎀

It's late at night and it's been a long, hard and exhausting day....Personally, I think its very rude that I'm not being cuddled right now! *POUTS* I'd love nothing more than to have a big bear hug from her right now. I doubt I'd ever let go though; I find her cuddles so warm and comforting that I'd want to stay like that with her for hours.

The way I'd gladly just stay happily in her embrace softly giggling as I run my fingers through the locks of her soft curly hair. Playing with it as I rest my head against her chest, listening to the gentle, rhythmic beats of her heart....As I lay there with her, I would be looking up into her pretty eyes. She sees me yawning and she would notice how tired I looked. She rocks me a little and reads me a bedtime story to settle me down, then checks if I am ready to go to sleep yet or if I wanted more cuddles.

"Does my Angel need to go to sleep soon?" She asks, bringing a fluffy blanket up around us for warmth. I nod, sleepily. But refused to go to bed just yet. I needed the comfort only her cuddles brought to me right now honestly. "Pleaseee....5 more minutes of cuddles!?" I plead, giving her the most adorable smile and puppydog eyes, batting my lashes in an attempt to persuade her. She eventually does give in to my cute little act, and pulls me back in closely towards her for another cuddle.

This time she plants a loving kiss on my forehead, and then my cheeks. We get all comfy in bed, and she wraps her arms protectively around my waist to be my big spoon. I hold onto my favourite teddy bear as we both fall asleep. The soft nightlight on the opposite side of the room creating a rather peaceful sort of late night ambiance in the room around us. "Goodnight my darling girl" She whispers quietly, as to not wake me.😘

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emmies-agere · 3 months

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Could you please make a one shot with regressor Sakura Ogami and caregiver Aoi Asahina, it’s fine if you can’t

hello!! of course :) this is my first oneshot request so i hope it’s good! since there wasn’t any prompt, i tried to go for something simple and fluffy. i hope you enjoy it, and have a wonderful day! <3

“Alright, honey!” Hina hummed as she used a whisk to point towards the eggs, “Want to crack those into the bowl?”

The smell of batter had begun to waft through the air. It was a rainy day, and so Sakura and Hina had decided to bake some chocolate chip cookies. The sound of rain pattered against the window as they worked together to make a batch. Sakura had regressed somewhere along the way— which was fine with Hina! She was always fine with looking after her.

Sakura glanced over to the carton of eggs, obediently picking one up and cracking it against the edge of the bowl, watching it slide into the mix.

“Good job, dear! No eggshells in there or anything,” Hina praised, before slowly pushing the bowl closer to Sakura, “Do you want to mix it?”

“Uh huh!” Sakura’s eyes lit up at the offer. She took the whisk from Hina’s hands and began to stir the batter together, the combination of ingredients getting thicker and more sticky.

The more she mixed it, the harder it was to continue! But Hina said that was normal— that the dough would get firmer and it might be harder to whisk.

“Do you need help, love?” Hina asked, and Sakura mumbled out a soft, “Maybe.”

So, Hina stirred the rest of the batter up, letting Sakura measure the chocolate chips and eventually pouring them in!

It was messy, that was for sure. By the time they had scooped the batter onto the cookie sheet and stuck it in the oven, flour coated their hands and their shirts. Their fingers were all sticky and there was sugar all over the counter.

“Man, we’ve really made a bit of a mess...” Hina said, a chuckle escaping her lips as she reached over to dust a bit of powder off of Sakura’s cheek, “Let’s go wash our hands, hmm?”

“‘Kay,” Sakura nodded, and so they walked over to the sink, Hina turning the warm water on and pumping some soap into Sakura’s hands.

“You gotta make sure you’re squeaky clean!” Hina exclaimed, holding Sakura’s hands in her own as she rubbed the soap onto her palms, through her fingers, and on the tops of her hand, too. The action just made Sakura feel smaller, in a good way!

Once their hands were both washed and they managed to organize the counter a little bit, the oven soon began to beep, indicating the cookies were done.

“Ooh! Let me get those,” Hina said, grabbing an oven mitten and pulling the cookies out, “They’re hot. Wouldn’t want you to burn yourself!”

The cookies looked so soft and chocolatey, and they smelled delicious!

“Can we have one now?” Sakura asked.

“Not yet. The cookies will need to cool for a few minutes to take their shape and not be so hot,” Hina explained, “But we’ll get to eat some soon! Here, why don’t we tidy up some more? So that when the cookies are done, we don’t have any more cleaning to do!”

Sakura pouted but ultimately agreed, doing her best to be patient. She helped Hina wash the bowls and the whisk and cleaned off the messy counter.

Soon, though, everything was clean, and Hina turned back to Sakura.

“The cookies are probably done cooling,” She said, “Do you wanna try one?”

“Mhm! Please!” Sakura nodded frantically, picking up a cookie off of the sheet when Hina gave her a nod of approval. Hina picked up one of her own.

Sakura bit into it, the sweetness of the cookie hitting her tongue as she gasped.

“Are they good?” Hina tilted her head.

“Yes!” Sakura said enthusiastically, finishing it off quickly.

She blinked when she felt Hina press a kiss to her cheek.

“You made some wonderful cookies, darling,” She murmured, “Thank you for helping me.”

“‘Ank you for makin’ them with me,” Sakura said, her voice slightly shy as a burst of happiness washed over her.

She had the best caregiver ever.

#age regression #age regressor #agere blog #fandom agere #sfw agere #sfw #safe agere #sfw interaction only #agere #age dreaming #danganronpa agere #danganronpa age regression #sakura ogami #aoi asahina #agere writing #agere oneshot #danganronpa oneshot #danganronpa writing

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sfw-softies · 1 month

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Hi lovelys!!

This post is just a little bit about me and what I'm planning to do with this account <3

About me:

Big age: 21

Little age(s): 3-7

Likes: fruit, chew toys, rocks/stones, dolls/clown dolls, and any type of music!

Dislikes: loud noises, bright lights, certain textures, and wasps >:(

Requests:

Fandoms:

Twisted Wonderland

Bungou Stray Dogs

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Welcome Home

Obey Me

JJK

Spy X Family

The Amazing Digital Circus

What I will do:

One-shots/headcannons

Both little & CG reader

Only x reader (for now)

Fluff/ LIGHT angst/comfort

What I WONT do

NSFW

Triggering subjects such as r**e/S.A./S.H./etc.

Character x Character (for now)

Thanks for reading! Don't be shy to request in my ask box, I'll do my best <3

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pahtoosh · 6 months

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clingy Baba

[image ID: a gif of Bucky smiling and laughing made by tumblr user RansomFlanagan. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~600 words

warnings: lots of touch! Baba may have a little 🤏 problem but he’s not going to do anything about it🤭

a/n: this is inspired by the piece Attached at the Hip by @angelbaby-fics ! please go read it and support the incredible writer, Chloe! (love you Chloe☺️ mwah mwah)

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader(mostly bucky hehe) Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky

summary: a couple times where your baba’s clinginess got the best of him

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Both of your daddies loved cuddling and kissing you at every chance. Steve exercised some restraint. He wouldn’t disturb you if you were totally focused on something and often looked for you to initiate some sort of touch. Bucky, on the other hand, did not hold back. Ever.

Baba often interrupted you while you were coloring. Sometimes it’d be okay and you would return his kiss or be so distracted that you didn’t even notice. Other times..

*kiss*

“Baba! I was colorin’ dat”

“Oh, sorry baby!” He kissed you a few more times on the cheek as an apology. “Baba’s sorry I messed up your coloring.”

“Hmph. Da lines are all messed up.” You crossed your arms and frowned at him.

Bucky wouldn’t crack under the pressure of the best interrogators in shield, but he melted at one scornful look from you.

“What can Baba do, huh?” He sat on the floor and enveloped you in his arms. Another kiss to your head. “How can we make this little baby happy again?”

As much as Bucky was soothed from your touch, you were soothed from his too.

“It’s okay, Baba. Know it was a accident.” You pressed a kiss to his jaw.

Bucky whooped and jumped up with you still in his arms. “I’m forgiven!” He continued cheering and tossing you in the air and catching you.

You laughed gleefully. Steve, who was watching you before Bucky came in, smiled and shook his head at his two silly loves.

Bucky saw the movement from the corner of his eye. He caught you in his arms one more time.

“Uh oh, looks like Dada’s missin’ out.” He whispered. “Are you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”

You nodded before shouting, “Kiss attaaack!”

Steve had just put you down for a nap. He cuddled you to your heart’s content and carefully snuck out of bed when you were fully asleep. As much as he’d love to nap with you, he had some chores to do and he knew it’d be good for you to become an independent sleeper.

About twenty minutes later, he went to check on you and started to worry when he saw your door cracked open. Steve always shut the door for your naps to keep out the noise. He set down the broom and ran to your door only to find Bucky removing you from your blanket cocoon. It took your Dada at least five minutes to perfect that cocoon.

Bucky hummed while he situated you in his arms.

“Hmm, hmm someday I’ll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.”

“Buck. They’re sleeping.”

Baba had the nerve to look offended at Steve’s presence. He covered one of your ears with his free hand.

“I know that, keep your voice down.”

“Why are you singing a lullaby?”

“They love Over the Rainbow, it helps them sleep.”

“Okay but they didn’t need help sleeping if they were already asleep, right?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes and turned around, continuing to sing softly and sway with you in his arms.

While he wanted to stay true to his caregiver instincts, Steve had to admit that it looked pretty cozy getting to hold you like that. He joined Bucky’s humming and wrapped his arms around his lover’s waist as they both rocked side to side with you.

Still fully asleep, a small smile appeared on your face. Even while unconscious, you knew that you were safe and so loved.

#stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #gn!little!reader #oneshot #fluff #cuddles #sfw regression #agere fic #littlespace fics #marvel agere #clingy baba #clingy-baba #toosh writes

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nicksbestie · 2 months

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Hey! If it’s not too much to ask, could you write a fic where Matt is a little bit tried to hide that he’s slipped from his partner (I don’t mind female or gender neutral :))? Thank you angel 💜💜💜

Hiding - M. Sturniolo

Summary : Despite being incredibly loved and supported, your boyfriend still struggles a lot with anxiety about how he chooses to cope. Good thing you can always tell when he needs you <3

Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

Warnings : mentions of anxiety, worrying

Word Count : 1124

A/N : This is an age regression fic, which is purely safe for work and innocent. Any hate/disrespect towards me, my work, or readers, will not be tolerated.

Your boyfriend was the sweetest person that you had ever met. You had never met someone who was so genuinely kind hearted, despite everything that they had dealt with and been through, and you considered yourself so incredibly lucky to have such a darling person in your life, especially being your partner. He dealt with a lot in his life, especially now that he was a public figure, and you knew that could become incredibly difficult for him. It often showed in his time off of the camera, as his job was not stress free. His anxiety could often be uncontrollable, and it was something that he had struggled with for his entire life.

He had been through so many coping mechanisms in his life, desperately trying to find something that would ease his worries, and it took him a long time to find something comfortable for him. He took a while before he even told you about it, a little worried and afraid that he would be judged by you, despite knowing that you loved him unconditionally. When he finally told you that he had chosen regression as a coping mechanism, you comforted him with open arms, telling him that you were insanely proud of him, knowing that it had been difficult to overcome the anxiety swelling in his mind to just tell you about it.

Matt was the sweetest little, his age falling around the toddler range, and he was the most gentle baby you’d ever taken care of. He was quiet, fairly introverted, and extremely cuddly. He was a very loving little one, and he was nearly always happy while he was in headspace. He’s a cute baby, but sometimes, his anxiety follows him into his littlespace. Every now and then, it really got to him, and he was even more attached to you, terrified of the world, trusting you to take care of him and keep him safe. Because of this anxiety sometimes getting to him, during these days, he often fought his regression, feeling extremely self conscious about it, but you were always there to help him relax.

Today was clearly one of those days. You had noticed that Matt had been picking at his nails a lot, his eyes always darting back and forth, and his body just generally screamed that he was anxious. You had done everything you could to help that day, hugging him lots, texting and telling him lots of words of encouragement, making sure that you were never far from him just in case he needed you. You didn’t know what had caused today to be such a bad day, but it was entirely possible that it was simply just one of those days. Anxiety can be unpredictable, and maybe he had just woken up unlucky today. You were supportive throughout the entire day, ignoring the nagging feeling in your chest, knowing that Matt hadn’t had time to regress in multiple days now.

When he had to go many days without his form of stress relief, it often caused his anxiety to get a lot worse. You had a feeling that he really needed to have little time, but it was clear that he was busy today. He had a lot to do for filming videos, brand collabs, getting set up to film the next podcast episodes, and he had nearly been working nonstop for the past week. You knew deep down that he needed to relax, but you unfortunately had to wait and support him through the day first. The day continued, they finished filming a car video, and the second that Matt pulled into the garage, you immediately went downstairs to check on him. Nick and Chris thundered out of the car, laughing about some stupid joke, not noticing how Matt threw his head back into the seat, eyes closing, and a deep sigh leaving his lips, before putting his head in his hands.

You hurriedly opened the door, helping him out of the car and pulling him into a deep hug, helping him walk back up the stairs. His exhaustion was written all over his face, and you could feel it as he let you carry half of his weight. You helped him change into more comfortable clothing, and he immediately threw himself down on the bed, curling up into you when you laid down next to him. You wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back and running a hand through his hair, gently whispering comforts and praise, noticing the way he slowly went completely silent. You let him lay there in quiet for a while, hugging him, and softly kissing his forehead before speaking.

“Are you okay, honey?”

He simply nodded into your chest, not answering, and you had a suspicion that he was slipping, and trying to hide the fact that he was feeling little. You didn’t want to pressure him, wanting to give him the space to tell you himself, but you didn’t think he was going to do that tonight, so you spoke again.

“Okay, sweetheart. I’m here if you need me, alright bubba?”

Before you knew it, loud sobs were filling the room, Matt hugging you tighter and attempting to make himself appear smaller, clearly feeling immense levels of fear and embarrassment. Your eyes softened, continuing to comfort him while he cried.

“Oh, angel. Deep breaths, baby, you’re safe. You’re going to be okay, my love, I’ve got you. Nothing to worry about anymore, honey, I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of.”

It seemed to only make him cry harder, unable to speak to save his life, simply clinging to you and crying out all of his frustrations into the person he trusted with his life, his most vulnerable headspace. You reassured him, whispering sweet nothings to him while he cried it out, slowly stopping the tears, hiccuping a little bit, and if he wasn’t so sad, you would’ve found it so cute. You gently wiped his tears away, pressing little kisses to his forehead and cheeks, keeping him in your arms so he felt encased, but in the safest possible way. When he cried this hard, and had this bad of a day, he always cried himself right into a nap, and you were patiently expecting it.

You knew he needed the rest, and you kept him held close to your body, his stuffed animal clutched in his arms, tears drying, and slowly yawning. It didn’t take him long to fall asleep against you, face flushed, and you held him as he slept, knowing that no matter what mood he was in when he woke up, you would always be here to take care of him, and he didn’t have to hide.

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nqctar · 3 months

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hi! thank u for doing cg!riize fics/imagines justice 🥺 i love everything you've put out so far 🫶🏻🫶🏻 can i request headcanons as to how cg!anton would put his little to sleep when he/she is too hyper nearing bedtime? tysm!! looking forward to it!!

tysm for requesting this!

이찬영 / anton lee ★

pairings: cg! anton lee x f!little reader. genre: sfw age regression, fluff. warnings: nonsexual usage of 'daddy' no major warnings apply. dni: if you sexualize little space.

you for the most part hate having a bedtime

and anton knows this!

…but you can’t stay up until 4 am seven days a week, it’s just not healthy

so it’s probably one of the few things cg!anton is strict about

doesn’t mean you’re gonna listen to him though!

you know it’s closer to your bedtime when anton starts helping you pick your toys up

he smiles at you, knowing you’re about to throw a fit

“let’s go to sleep, baby.”

“don’t want to daddy!” you pout. anton mouthed your words as you spoke, knowing you’d run the same line you’ve already given him 100 times before

when you get sassy, he’s gonna get sassier

“you can’t make me go to bed!”

“fine! but when you're walking around like a zombie tomorrow, don't say i didn't try to stop you..”

“you're such a meanie.”

his eyes wander around the room, making a show of ignoring the way you’re pouting at him

at some point he tries bribing you with your paci, and you almost fall for it!

but then you decide to not let anton win yet. so you start running around the living room, alternating between singing and making airplane noises (mainly to annoy anton)

it's way past your bedtime by now, and anton's getting a tad bit frustrated as you show no signs of wanting to slow down

"can you please stop running, baby?" he asks you, tone still patient as ever.

"NOPE! NEVER!"

and then you start throwing pillows at him

anton is sooooo done at this point

realizes he has to stop you once you start yelling "hey anton!"

& you know it's serious when his voice gets "louder" (heavy on the quotation marks, he would literally never raise his voice at you)

"y/n, it's past your bedtime. i need you to stop running around." the seriousness in his voice makes you stop in your tracks

you pout and mope all the way to the bathroom, even ignoring anton when he tries to hold your hand

which makes him feel bad for "scolding" you

he helps you go through your night routine, making sure to give you lots of kisses and call you pretty names!

carries you all the way to your shared bedroom, and then he helps you pick out a comfy pair of pjs!! which he just so happens to have a matching set of :D

anton would pull you close to his chest once you two are settled in bed and then kiss your forehead

"you're so pretty, baby" he'd whisper to you, with the pet name + compliment making your cheeks flush. you smile and curl into him some more.

"sorry for not listening, daddy."

anton starts humming to you quietly, a sure way of getting you to fall asleep.

"it's okay, angel. just sleep now, hm?"

this ended up being longer than i thought it would be, sorry! i hope you like it though and tysm for requesting <3

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midnighmoonligh · 4 months

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Fandom

Call of Duty

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Characters

Y/N ; Gender Neutral ;; They/Them ;; little

John Price ; Male ; He/Him ; CG

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⚠Content Warnings⚠

Being yelled at, impure regression, & involuntary regression. Cursing!

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Plot summary

Price yells at you for your childish habits. He didn't mean to, just snapped at y/n. He regretted it immediately.

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You weren’t allowed to like “childish” things as a kid. So you did those things now, as an adult. You enjoyed your coloring, your stuffie collecting, all of it. Though you didn't really realize this was regression behavior. You didn't even know what age regression was. When you did regress, you never remembered. It was always involuntary and left a memory gap during the time you were regressed. Lucky for you, your Captain knew what regression was by now.

A small argument about something so minimal led to this. It originally was because you had moved some documents he needed to a different table in his office while helping him with some paperwork. He couldn't find them, so stressed and frustrated from work he accidentally took it out on you. You both has been arguing for almost an hour straight, despite the paperwork having been found.

" GOD DO YOU EVER JUST STOP BEING SO FUCKING IMMATURE? GROW. UP, " Price shouted at you without even thinking.

As soon as the words left John’s mouth he realized he messed up. He hadn't even meant it. His heart sank the second he had realized what he said. His mouth open and closed like a fish while he struggled to quickly scramble out the words to make it better. He knew he needed to do it fast too.

Unfortunately it was far too late. The words sank in like a blade shoved into your stomach. They burned and hurt, more so from someone who mattered so much to you. You fell quiet while your hands, having been holding some papers in an effort to help Price find more of what he needed, gently quit moving. Your heart raced as the words continued to do their damage with each passing second.

There was nothing wrong with being childish, right?

...right?

You swallowed thickly. Your eyes slowly looked to the desk as he gently set the papers down onto the surface. You made sure they didn't make a mess, however.

" I think... I'll just go to my room, " you whispered softly while your throat began to feel tight. " Sorry I couldn't be of help after all, " you added quietly.

You could see the pain in John's eyes as he realized what he had just done. He had let his anger get the better of him and had not only hurt your feelings, but had insulted your interests and regressed behavior. After the realization settled, he looked completely devastated.

" Wait... Wait! " he called out to you, " Y/N, I-. "

He didn't have the right words. He couldn't find the right words no matter how much he forced it. Price felt awful. He couldn't believe he had said it, truly didn't mean it either.

You did wait after being called. You waited after hearing his name, but after Price said nothing after for a few minutes, you made your way out of Price's office. Soon, making your way to your room in the barracks.

John watched the door shut, so soft and gentle that made the weight of what he had done even heavier than before.

" Well that's it. I've ruined this friendship. What kind of idiot does something like that? I am such an ass. "

Price groaned and dropped his head into his hands. He knew he had to apologize, but he had no idea how to even begin to make this right. He let out a long sigh and flopped down in his chair. He stayed that way for some time, just berating himself.

Once there, you couldn't even describe how upset you felt. You knew there was something wrong with you, something not normal. You didn't really know what it was, but you knew it was there. You shoved the stuffies you had into a pile by the trash as a frustrated yell escaped you. You didn't care if you were being too loud. Besides, it was late enough in the morning that everyone was awake.

Soon the anger, more hurt than anything, took over. You knocked over your desk and threw things around. Nothing broke, but the room was destroyed. Suddenly this fit came to a stop as you came across your oldest stuffie, really the only thing you had left of your childhood. You didn't have any little gear, not a single thing, but this stuffie meant more to you than any of your other ones. You hugged it and crawled into your bed, unintentionally crying yourself to sleep.

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As Price thought about it, he finally decided to try to make things right. He got up and headed for your room. Every step was heavy, weighing down his body so much he almost tripped up the stairs. After a few minutes he reached your room faster than he had thought he would. He took in a deep breath slowly, held it for three seconds, then released it for three seconds. He repeated this action until his emotions calmed enough. He gave a short knock, before trying the knob. Much to Price's surprise, the door was unlocked.

He poked his head in the door. " Y/N I need to- " He stopped mid-sentence, seeing the sight in front of him was heart breaking. He had caused this. He had never felt so ashamed in his life.

John was speechless. But after some time he managed to croak out the words, " Y/N please let me explain. "

Hearing his voice, you began to stir. You were so tired from crying and having such an outburst. It had felt nice though getting to vent all that out.

As Price watched you stir, his heart sank. His face contorted into a look of pure heartache. He could see how childish you slept. How he had caused this. You didn't even know how to properly manage your little space. It made him want to scoop you up and take care of you forever.

After watching you stir for a few moments, he cleared his throat, and spoke in a hushed tone, " I know how I acted was awful. I am so sorry. "

He still had no solution to your problem, but the first step was admitting his mistake. He would do anything to make it up to you.

Slowly, when awake enough, you sat up and rubbed at your eyes in a childish manner. A whine escaped you from having been disturbed.

You winced at how much your head hurt. Your face was softly flushed from how much you had been crying. Your fingers still held onto the worn plush, refusing to let it go. You rubbed at your eyes more. You didn't really reply, but it had become painfully clear you had woken up little.

John had to remind himself that you were still little. You weren't doing this on purpose. You weren't acting as a child because you were. It was just how you were when you were tired.

He looked at your tired face, and his heart hurt even more. This was because of him.

He decided to try to just talk to you like you were a child.

" Can you understand me? " he asked gently.

In reply, you gave a small nod. It did not do any favor for how much your head hurt. You carefully pull your legs to your chest, squishing the stuffies between your thighs and chest. You hadn't fallen asleep with the blanket on you, your bed was the only thing that wasn't trashed.

Price felt a mixture of guilt and relief wash over him. He could see the signs of your regression. It wasn't the first time he has seen you like this. At least you had confirmed you weren't regressed in a headspace where you couldn't understand him. He wanted to ask you about who the plush was but this wasn't the right time.

" It is good you understand me. Can you please help Daddy Price do something? " he asked in a sing-song tone as a playful smile made it's way onto his lips.

You were hesitant. Though while little you didn't usually remember much from being big, you had such a gut feeling that screamed not to trust him. The feeling urged you that you were upset with him for some reason, just couldn't remember why or how. Hearing the title you perked up instantly. You gave a small nod while hugging the worn plushie to your chest.

He smiled at your reaction. He could tell that you trusted him. Even though he had hurt you, you still trusted him so much. It made him want to cry. He couldn't believe he messed up so badly.

" Can you help me fix all of this? " he said sweeping his arm to include the mess of your bedroom.

Price wanted to clean everything up for you. He didn't have to ask why the room was like this; he knew this was all due to him. You looked around at the gesture, but nodded. Your room was a mess. There was no denying that. You also knew, even regressed, it wasn't supposed to be or you'd get in trouble. You carefully got out of the bed, almost tripping from how your legs were tangeled in the blanket.

John winced as he watched you almost fall. He could see how difficult it was for you to navigate your room. Then again, it was totally trashed.

" Here, let me help you out of this blanket, " he whispered, gently taking your hand, and helping your untangle that from your legs. He let go of your hand, but made sure to stand by you to make sure you were able to walk around your room safely.

You let out a little giggle as you watched Price help you out of the blanket. Your gut feeling still reminded you to be upset with John, as much as you didn't want to be. So you stopped giggling and pouted again. You gently set the stuffie on the bed while you started doing your best putting your room together, though your motor skills had clearly decreased. You had a hard time doing so.

John felt his heart wrench as he watched you struggle. He had to step in after a moment, and assist you in organizing your room.

" Daddy will take care of the big stuff like sorting the blankets. "

He was trying hard to be gentle with you, like he would be with a child. Your motor skills were clearly that of a little. The way he called himself daddy only made you feel smaller to. It never failed to make you happy, help you feel safe even. Price gently picked up the bedding and tucked it to be tighter. He gently set the stuffie you had set down more in the center by your pillows. After, he got distracted with picking up your desk and more harmful items, like your favorite gun and your knives.

You gave a small smile and sniffle at the words. You nodded and moved to put your stuffies away, removing them from the trash and putting them on your desk where you usually kept them. Your little mind wondered why they had been there. It was mean and unfair. They didn't deserve to be there. During your efforts, you ended up getting distracted with playing with them and hugging them. You had completely forgotten about the task at hand.

John paused what he was doing. He just couldn't help but smile when he saw how cute you were. That was when reality hit him. You hadn't regressed on purpose. He had forced it on you. Your regression was caused by his big mistake. He watched you as you babbled quietly to yourself while you played. You gave each stuffie, big or small, a big hug to apologize to them.

He felt the need to hold you. To protect you. To take care of this little baby. He dropped to a crouch next to you, and gave you a huge hug. Price's eyes filled with tears that threatened to fall, but didn't. He really didn't mean to hurt you and struggled voicing so to the point it was becoming frustrating for him.

You had stopped when Price had hugged you. You flinched slightly, but quickly hugged you back after. Even though the gut feeling kept pulling at you to urge you to keep being upset with him, you ended up ignoring it for the comfort he brought you. He rubbed your back as you pressed your face into his chest. He held you gently, but firmly.

After a moment he spoke, but his voice was extremely gentle, " Y/N, I need you to do me a favor. "

The words confused you. But you pulled away and gave a small nod, soon finding yourself chewing on your fingers in an attempt of an unconscious self comfort. You weren't really sure why you felt that you needed comfort, but you knew you did from how much your chest ached.

" Y/M, can you tell me the truth?" he asked, as he took your hands to prevent you from chewing your fingers too hard. He didn't want you more hurt than you were on his watch.

" How did I make you feel earlier? "

" 'm hurt, " you mumbled, slurring your words as you spoke. You felt wo little. You looked to Price's hands that held your. You let out a small sniffle while you got distracted again, just with playing with Price's hands.

He didn't need to ask you what you meant. You were hurt by him. Not only were you hurt, but you were regressed due to his mistake. John felt both heartbreak and shame as he knew what he had done.

" I am so sorry! I promise to never, ever hurt you like that again! " he quickly apologized to little you.

He let out a sigh of heartache and pulled you close again. He hugged and kissed your head. He wanted to protect you from his big mistake.

" I am truly, truly sorry, " he whispered weakly.

You let out a small giggle as Price hugged you and kissed your head. You wrapped your arms around your neck and cuddled into you, more out of habit than anything. You let out small babbles while you leaned against Price. As you leaned into him, John's heart ached even more from your regressed state. You had been forced into a vulnerable, childlike state due to his mistake. It was heartbreaking.

He held you close, as tears started to form in his own eyes. He couldn't believe he had hurt you like this.

" I am so so sorry, I messed up badly Y/N. "

" is oka dada, " you mumbled while you rubbed your cheek against him to comfort him. You didn't want your daddy to cry. If he did, you would.

A smile tried to form on John's face. He appreciated your small words of forgiveness. At the very least, he felt he was somewhat in the right direction. He continued to hold you tightly, and even let you lay your head on his body. You were so small, and so sweet.

He wanted to keep you safe. To protect you.

He felt like if he ever let go you would leave him.

You cuddled into Price for a little bit longer before letting go. You tried picking up your stuffies again and putting them away. Though, your little brain kept getting distracted cuddling them or playing with them. You just couldn't focus on the big task of cleaning. You were too little. Price watched in amusement, but with a hint of annoyance as you struggled to pick up the stuffies.

" Hey. Hey look at daddy. Are you having fun playing with those? Could you play them over there?" He motioned to another chair in the room. The chair went to your desk.

He knew you were regressed and acting like a child. He just wanted to divert you from the big, grown up chore of putting your stuffies away. He wanted you to stay in the headspace that would help you.

You whined softly in complaint. You liked sitting on the floor playing- but your room was a disaster. There wasn't really anywhere on the floor for you to play. You hugged the plush that was in your arms currently tighter. You wanted to keep playing too, you couldn't play while sitting in a chair.

He noticed the frustration you held. He realized your small, toddler like brain couldn't manage picking up your room at the moment. He couldn't fault you for that. After all, it wasn't like a regressed child could do that.

" You know what, let's take a break. " he chuckled softly to you. Price lifted you into his arms, and held you close to him as one would hold a real young child. As you were picked up, the plush you had been holding fell back onto the floor with the rest you hadn't put away yet.

You let out small giggles as John picked you up too. A small smile plastering on your face while you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your fingers held tightly onto his clothing while he adjusted you in his arms. Soon, you were both comfortable. You whined in complaint though, one of your hands reaching for the stuffies on the floor while the other held his clothing.

" Shhh, I know baby, " Price whispered softly as he gently patted your bum. " Let's play latter though, alright? Daddy promises, " he offered.

This trade won you over. You leaned into his chest, pressing your cheek against his chest with a small huff. Your hand now loosely held a part of John's shirt on his chest, the other still hooked around his neck.

" Let daddy carry you around for a while. " He whispered lovingly as he kissed your forehead.

He began to walk around, just trying to help calm you down and distract you. He still felt intense shame for what he had done to you. He had caused you to regress, and now you were all upset because of that. He felt awful. It didn't really help that, even though he apologized, he knew you wouldn't remember when you weren't regressed any more.

You cuddled into Price's chest as he carried you around the small room. You babbled quietly to yourself, feeling peaceful and really enjoying being held. You began to suck your thumb after a little bit. You were feeling sleepy again. Your head didn't hurt as much, but your eyes felt heavy. Unintentionally though, you did fall asleep after a little while. John did realized you had dozed off about twenty minutes after you had. He was actually surprised you had done so so soon. He couldn't help, but smile as he felt your small body fall asleep in his arms.

It was a bit awkward to do, but he had to carefully lay you down onto your bed. You let out a small whimper as you were placed down, but didn't wake. You kept sucking on your thumb to sooth yourself. Thankfully, you weren't heavy at all to him, so it wasn't an issue to get you comfy. All of this was being done while your stuffies still sat on a mix of your desk and the floor. They had not been put away like initially planned but at least they aren't in the trash anymore.

Price covered you with the blanket before kissing your forehead gently. He smiled to himself as he watched you sleep for a few minutes. Your breathing softened as you fell into a deeper sleep. He just hoped you would forgive him when you weren't little any more.

" Love you kid, " he whispered softly as to not wake you.

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kitsune-oji · 5 months

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Mission Accomplished

Another fic I had in my notes and thought I'd repost! Can't remember what I called it the first time around so it got a new title

Mephisto & Regressed!Mc (they/you)

Word count: 1'699

Warnings/Tags: positive Age Regression, regressor Mc, involuntary regression in public spaces, fluff, Mephisto is a bit tsundere?, Diavolo & co know about Mc's regression

You yawned, trying to be discreet about it while you continued watching your teacher talk. Really, you should be paying attention but you found that to be harder with every moment passing.

If only you weren't so tired and so incredibly comfortable at RAD. By now, the school, no, academy had basically become a second home to you. But it was also filled with so many stressors.

Of course, the at the House of Lamentation you had to fight for time alone as well and the constant attention and fights from the brothers stressed you out but at least you knew them and got comfortable with them. Here, there were so many people you didn't really know, a good portion being demons who didn't particularly like you either, just for being human.

Then there was the need to cram information into your head lesson after lesson, group projects, tests, presentations-

It was really no wonder you sometimes couldn't keep yourself from regressing on campus. Fortunately, the brothers knew about your age regression and always kept an eye out for you. If you did end up going tiny, there was usually always someone there to take care of you, to excuse you from the lesson and take you elsewhere. Somewhere you could stay and play until you slipped out of your headspace again.

It was sort of embarrassing that there was a corner for you to play in Diavolo's Office but oh well, it was nice having them all support and care for you so much.

That was, usually. Right now, there was nobody around you for once. A rare occurrence but possible nonetheless.

It wasn't like you couldn't navigate and survive the RAD hallways on your own but when you felt yourself gently slipping into your headspace, a low simmering panic gripped you. Desperately, you tried to stay big, blinking rapidly and shaking your head but it was of no help.

It was one of those times when you couldn't control it at all. Had something triggered it? You didn't notice anything that could have but sometimes you don't understand why your brain reacts the way it does.

Anyway, you had to figure out what to do. There were lots of other students in the halls, you were undercover now, they couldn't know you're actually tiny. Your mission was to get somewhere safe without anyone finding out you're not big right now.

Alright, you nodded your head sharply only once, determined to succeed.

It was strange walking like this, so tall, your limbs feeling kind of lanky and clumsy in their movements. You tried to take control of them as best you could but a part of you was worried you looked weird in the way you walked. Did you look like a robot? Maybe, maybe not.

Your lips pursed but then you noticed and quickly tried to stop, pressing them together instead. Subtly, you looked around, seeing a door that wasn't like the others. It looked kind of similar to the one heading into Dia's office and with a spring in your step, you quickly walked over to it, happy to find it opening easily.

In one swift movement, you walked in confidently and closed the door, stopping in your tracks while looking at it. Mission accomplished!

Your facade fell like a heavy cloak from your shoulders, a big grin stretching your lips and a giggle as clear as the sound of bells ringing out. You did it! You really did it!

Euphoric, you turned around, just to see another wall in front of you. No, not a wall, a chest.

Slowly, your gaze wandered up to the face of the person standing in front of you. Tan skin, purple hair, looking a bit haughty... You've seen him a few times before. Mephio-hm mephispophe- no, whatever, Mephi.

He looked a bit scary standing so close and looking down at you in what you guessed was disapproval? Sometimes you guessed expressions wrong but you thought you were probably right this time.

Your hands clasped behind your back, you rocked on the palms of your feet, pressing them together just like your lips again. Should you say something?

"What are you doing in here? Do you know how rude it is to just barge in without even knocking?"

Ah, right. You didn't think anyone was in here but Lucifer did say knocking is important.

"'m sorry..", you mumbled, trying to rub your feet together. It proved a bit difficult with your shoes in the way.

Since you were looking to the side, you couldn't see the frown on Mephisto's face deepen. He was sure you were behaving strangely, the few times he had seen or even interacted with you, you hadn't behaved like a child but now..

"Never mind that now, what are you doing here?"

Mephisto sighed and relaxed slightly. There was no reason to stay mad at something he couldn't change right now. Rather, there were much more pressing matters, such as your behavior and sudden appearance in the RAD newspaper office. You should be glad he was the only one here right now.

"A mission!", you exclaimed much to the demon's surprise, "Gotta get away from people outside cuz they can't know I'm-"

Gasping, you clasped your hands in front of your mouth as your eyes widened. You had almost just told on yourself! The mission wasn't successful at all! He had seen you when you weren't acting big!

But why was that bad again? Mephisto didn't seem dangerous or angry or put off by you, so it should be ok, right?

While you were thinking, he watched your facial expressions change with your thoughts. You really had no filter when you were regressed, it seemed.

Yet Mephisto didn't know the reason for your strange behavior and only watched on in curiosity. The more he saw, the more he was sure that you acted like a child.

Unrestrained, honest, pure. The demon had to admit it was kind of cute, no matter how strange the situation was.

"Can't know what?", he asked after a while, eyes following your hands as they lowered and you fiddled with your fingers, unconsciously pulling at your skin.

Without thinking about it, Mephisto took your hands in his and stopped you from further pulling on your skin, his tone reprimanding when he told you to stop it before you accidently hurt yourself. But apparently he sounded too mean because the next thing he knew, your bottom lips started wobbling and tears gathered in your eyes as your shoulders started to shake.

Eyes wide, the demon let go of your hands and apologised, ushering you further into the room and to one of the couches, asking if he could touch you to soothe you. He had meant to maybe rub your back but instead you sobbed and threw your arms around him in response.

A bit overwhelmed, Mephisto shushed you and rubbed your back until you calmed down, handing you a tissue when you finally let go of him. Though it was surprising, he couldn't really say that he minded.

Was that how he found himself walking with you towards Lord Diavolo's office? You held his hand and walked funnily, making strange sounds the whole way there.

He had asked you if you wanted to go somewhere else, since he had no idea what to do with you right now and thought he heard wrongly at first.

"T' Dia!", you had said, throwing Mephisto off completely.

"You mean Lord Diavolo?"

"Yea, Dia!"

Your open palms flew through the air in your excitement. Since going to him meant play time, of course you wanted to go there, surely Mephi must know that, right?

But of course he didn't know, how could he? Still, Mephisto agreed to accompany you to the prince's office on school grounds.

Part of him was glad that class was currently in session and nobody but the two of them roamed the halls. Hell forbid someone saw him with the human exchange student, while they were acting strangely at that.

Though no matter what Mephisto thought, he started treating you as you were acting. Like a child.

There wasn't much thought behind it, it was almost instinctual in the way he made sure you didn't trip and held your hand without complaint. Perhaps this was the the effects of a curse? That was the only reasonable explanation he could come up with.

Until you arrived at Diavolo's office and you let go of his hand to run up to the future demon King with no warning. Instead of confusion however, Diavolo responded with laughter as he quickly stood up to catch you in his arms and spin you around to lessen the impact of your tackle hug.

To him, it was clear that you were regressed. After the many times he had looked after you, it was no surprise. But Mephisto only seemed more confused than before.

For now, Diavolo ignored his questions and set up the play mat and toys with a flick of his wrist. They flew from the cabinets and found their places neatly, only to be disturbed by your hands the moments Diavolo gently set you down.

Normally, he would have let you explain it yourself but Mephisto wouldn't leave until he understood what was happening and since he had already seen you like this anyway..

After the short but precise explanation Diavolo gave him, Mephisto looked back at you.

He watched the way you looked entertained by stacking smooth wooden blocks on top of each other, trying to make the tallest tower but failing again and again. Sometimes, you even destroyed it yourself, sounds of delight leaving you as you clapped your hands.

Not a curse then, just the wonders of the human brain.

Thinking about it, he wouldn't mind taking care of you again, though vehemently denied it when Diavolo asked. Judging by his laugh however, Mephisto hadn't fooled him at all.

Still, if you came to the Rad newspaper club again while in this state of mind, Mephisto would be sure to help you out.

Just because Diavolo would want him to, of course- !

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nostalgic-woodwind · 5 months

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Hello again here for request can you a oneshot about regressor gangle and caregiver kinger (I used agere prompt generator again)

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i hope you have a nice or night <3 :)

The Smell of Pancakes in the Morning

CG! Kinger and Regressor! Gangle 🍼

Plot: Kinger makes pancakes.

Photo by: Penny Whitehouse (Mother Natured)

It was a peaceful morning in the Amazing Digital Circus. Kinger was in the kitchen, making breakfast for Gangle. He decided to make insect-shaped pancakes.

Kinger was getting the ingredients together when he heard someone yawning. He turned to see Gangle. She was wearing a long-sleeved onesie and holding a butterfly stuffie and her blankie.

“Good morning, sweetie,” Kinger greeted.

“Mowning, Papa,” Gangle mumbled sleepily behind the pacifier she had in her mouth. “What Papa doing?”

“I’m making breakfast. Would you like to help me?”

Gangle shook her head.

“’m still sweepy,” Gangle yawned.

“Why don’t you sleep for a few more minutes and I’ll wake you up when breakfast is done,” Kinger suggested.

Gangle nodded as she gave Kinger a hug. He hugged her back and kissed her on the forehead. She then went back to bed while he got the ingredients he needed for the pancakes and began cooking.

Once the pancakes were finished, Kinger then grabbed some bug-shaped cookie cutters and cut the pancakes into various insect shapes. He set some pancakes on a divider plate for Gangle and poured some orange juice into a sippy cup that had the words “Papa’s Little Princess” on it. Once he set the table, he walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway. He then walked into Gangle’s room, where he spotted Gangle sleeping peacefully in bed.

Kinger walked over and gently shook Gangle awake.

It took a minute for Gangle to wake up. She sat up and reached her arms out. Kinger gently scooped her up.

“Are you hungry, little monarch?” Kinger asked.

Gangle nodded as she snuggled up to Kinger. He carried her into the kitchen and sat her down at the table. Gangle looked up and saw the breakfast Kinger made.

“Are those insects, Papa?” Gangle asked in awe as she removed the pacifier from her mouth.

“Yep, insect-shaped pancakes,” Kinger replied as Gangle started eating. “How are they?”

“They’we amazing! Tank ‘ou, Papa!”

“It’s my pleasure, sweetie.”

Kinger and Gangle ate breakfast together in peace.

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kazzy-boo-baby · 19 days

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•Papa vs Dada•

CG! Loki Odinson

CG! Mobius M. Mobius

Little! Y/N (He/Him)

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When it came to Y/N, Loki and Mobius always try to "one up" each other in a way. Of course, it's all light hearted in the end. All the want is to make Y/N as happy as possible. But sometimes, it becomes into a competition. As a matter of fact, there was a very important competition happening.. and it was who can get Y/N to bed the fastest!

"Y/N, my love, it's time for bed."

Loki spoke out from the living room, getting no response from Y/N. He looked over to Mobius with a raised eyebrow, which Mobius just shrugged in response.

"Maybe the kid didn't hear you."

Loki rolled his eyes and chuckled,

"Yeah right. That little one can hear anything and everything." He sighed before calling out for Y/N again, "Baby! It's time for bed!"

...again, there was no response. Mobius and Loki shared a look with each other, smirks forming on each of their faces.

"Bet I can get him to bed the fastest."

Mobius chuckled, Loki smiled and just shook his head. "Fine. You're on." He stood up and started rushing to Y/N's room while Mobius went into the kitchen to make Y/N a bottle of milk.

Once in Y/N's room, he was found coloring in a coloring book. Loki sighed and sat down next to him, "My love, I called out for you twice." Loki spoke somewhat sternly, so Y/N knew he was being serious. But Y/N's eyes were still glued to the coloring book.

"Sorry dada."

He mumbled, "Hafta finish coloring."

Loki frowned and picked Y/N up, a stern look on his face so Y/N knew he meant business.

"You can finish coloring in the morning, it's time to rest your eyes now, sweet one."

Y/N whined, but nodded. He knew deep down that it was pointless to fight with Loki, especially during bedtime.

"Fine.. I will-"

"Wait! You don't want Dada to put you to bed, do you?"

Mobius walked in with a bottle full of warm milk, "Cmon, why don't you come with Papa? We can watch the cartoons you like."

Loki rolled his eyes and glared at Mobius with a glare, "That's cheating."

He grumbled, causing Mobius to just laugh. Even Y/N giggled along to, he just didn't know what was really going on.

"You can't just tell him to come over to you,"

Loki picked Y/N up and kissed his cheek. "You have to let Y/N pick. So my darling, who do you want to put you to bed?"

He quickly leaned in close to Y/N's ear, "If you choose me I'll sneak you three cookies for breakfast."

Mobius groaned and walked towards the two with his arms crossed,

"Hey! How come you get to cheat but I don't? What sense does that make?"

Y/N watched as the two went back and forth arguing about who needed to put Y/N to bed. He just kept eyeing them for awhile, until eventually, he had an idea.

"I know who I wanna go to bed with."

He babbled, breaking the argument between Mobius and Loki almost instantly.

"Oh? Really? Then who, my love?"

Loki asked, looking down at Y/N with a hopeful smile. Y/N returned that smile and giggled, "Wanna go to sleep with dada and papa! Like sleepover!"

Y/N wiggled excitedly in Loki's arms,

"Please dada and papa! Wanna sleep together!"

Loki and Mobius shared a look with each other for a moment, but then smiled. It made them feel happy deep down that Y/N didn't pick just one person.. he was just the sweetest little there was.

"I don't see why not."

Loki smiled, "Papa? What about you?"

Mobius chuckled and kissed Y/N's cheek,

"You know I'm down. Cmon, it's getting late."

With that, Loki laid Y/N down on the bed and started to tuck him in. Mobius meanwhile helped Y/N drink some of his bottle while caressing his hair. Eventually the two got in the bed with Y/N, just watching him fall asleep and even getting tired themselves.

"Goodnight, darling."

"Sweet dreams, kiddo."

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