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littlespacereader · 5 months

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It’s the Doctor Who Christmas Eve fic! This idea came to me on the plane back from college and I just love the idea of having the Doctor pass out and the reader being like “well I better make him comfy”. Thank you to everyone who voted on the poll for the Tenth Doctor! Please enjoy this adorable tale with the Doctor!

A Stranger Invited to Christmas💚❤️🎅🎄

Caregiver!Tenth Doctor & GN Little!Reader (SFW)

Tags - meeting the Doctor for the first time, taking care of him then vice versa, sippy cups, pacifier, stuffies, cuddles, mentions of Santa and Christmas

Leave it to me to forget milk the night before Christmas. It’s no bother though, a quick trip to the shop and back home never hurt no one. After all who can go without milk on Christmas? What would I leave for Santa? Water? Come on!

With my grocery bag in hand, I walked down street to my flat. Christmas is going to be a little different this year. My family was planning on coming to visit but sadly caught a cold that’s been going around.

That meant Christmas alone this year. I mean I can’t lie, I’m a little bit bummed out I won’t be seeing my family.

Thankfully I have my stuffie family to keep me company for Christmas. That didn’t bother me, if anything it was an excuse to regress the whole holiday season away. I mean who doesn’t want to regress and watching movies like Frosty all night long?

The cold air filled my lungs with a deep breath in. With a deep breath out smoke blew around my face with my warm breath hitting the cold air of the night.

Suddenly a squeak broke my thoughts. It sounded like a bird that was calling out for hell. I turned to the source of the noise and followed it to a bush. Something was ruffling the leaves of it but I couldn’t see the animal.

“It’s okay! I’m not hurt you. I just wanna help.”

It was as if the animal heard me because it came out from its hiding spot in the bush. It looked like…well…actually I don’t know what it is.

It looks like a mole mixed with a bunny. It has this small body with fluffy black fur and big ears. Its hands were similar to a mole’s paws with a long hairless tail behind it that looked similar to one of a rats.

It started to walk over to me on its two back paws as it held its front paws together.

“It’s okay! You’re safe now. What happened?”

I walked towards the fuzzy creature and was about to lean down when…

“LOOK OUT!!” A man grabbed and tackled me on the side. The two of us went tumbling down onto the snowy ground.

He tackled me just in time because the creature hissed and shot some sort of venom where I was originally standing.

The two of us sat up from the ground and looked ahead at the creature scurrying away.

“What is that thing?!”

“It’s a Buried Darthrow Fling. Really nasty creatures despite how cute they look,” The man replied.

He grabbed something at his pocket and flung it ahead where the…Buried Darthrow Fling…was running away.

His aim was perfect because it hit the creature and suddenly it disappeared into thin air.

I started at the blank space where the creature once stood in shock and disbelief…

WHAT JUST HAPPENED?

I stood up and ran over to there the animal once was and my eyes were not deceiving me, it had disappeared.

I turned to the man as he stood up from the snowy ground, “How did that? What? What just happened?”

“I apologize for tackling you but if that Buried Darthrow Fling got venom on you, you would’ve fallen into a coma.” He said casually.

“A coma?”

“Yup.”

“And it disappeared from that thing in your pocket?”

“Yeah,” he picked up another one from his pocket and held it out for me to look at. “See? Nothing too fancy, it just teleports back to its home planet.” He added again…casually.

“Planet? Teleporting? So it’s an alien?!” I was starting to lose my mind.

“I can see you’re a bit overwhelmed. So why don’t we start over.”

He brushed the snow off his long brown trench coat and walked over to me.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m the Doctor.” He held his hand out to shake.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet-.” I started to say before I paused mid sentence.

On his hand was this blue gel splattered across it. He must’ve saw my hesitation and looked at his hand. That’s when he saw the gel too.

“Oh no.”

“Oh no? What’s wrong?” I asked looked at his worried expression.

“The Buried Darthrow Fling must’ve got me when I tackled you.”

My eyes widened, “Oh my God. We gotta get you to the hospital!”

“No no, no hospitals I’ll be fine.” The Doctor started to say before his eyes started roll back and he fell onto his knees.

I ran over and helped him back up. He grabbed my arm, “Okay…maybe it’s starting to have an effect on me.”

I wrapped his arm around my shoulders to get him back on his feet and more steady, “We need to get you to the hospital before you slip into a coma.”

“No I’ll be okay,” he pulled a device from his jacket pocket. It made a weird noise and glowed blue as he hovered it over his hand.

Then after a moment he pulled it up to his face to read. “I won’t go into a coma because my body is built a bit differently than yours.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I’m not human.” He said, putting his glowy pen thing away.

“You not-.” I stopped myself before I could really wrap my mind around it.

“I just need a place…to take a quick…nap.” He said as he started to drift off again.

I helped him to his feet, holding onto his arm around my shoulders with one hand and wrapping my arm around his back with the other.

“My flat is just around the corner here, you can rest there.” I explained as I turned him around and helped him start walking towards my apartment.

“Thank you, that will be *yawn* nice.”

With that the two of us started carefully walking back to my flat.

“I’m sorry…about all this…” his head bobbed up and down as he fought against sleeping.

“It’s not your fault. I was the idiot looking at the strange creature.”

“Well, you didn’t know any better….so no need to apologize. But what are you doing out so late…on Christmas?” He asked between yawns.

“I forgot to get milk for Santa so I went out to a shop…to pick it up…” I started to trail off.

With a quick look over his shoulder I could make out the faint puddle in the distance behind us, which no doubt was my milk carton splattered all over the payment.

“Oh…” The Doctor trailed off as he realized what must’ve happened. “I’m so sorry, I’ll…I’ll make it up to you…”

“Don’t worry about it, I rather have no milk and not be in a coma.” I joked getting a smile from the Doctor.

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Finally we made it back to my flat. As we got closer I could feel the Doctor start to get more and more drowsy. Standing at the door and trying to unlock while also holding onto him was a bit of a challenge but one I managed.

The door swung open. I guided him to my small but cozy living room.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? You’re not going into a coma?” I asked still extremely worried. I helped him take his long tan coat off then sit on the couch.

“No, no, no. I just need a little nap to get the side effects…to ware off and then…then I’ll be okay. Promise.” He said drifting off.

The worrying started to get to my regression. I held my hand out, pink facing toward him. “Pinky promise?”

He smirked and lifted his tired hand toward mine, wrapping his pink around my own. “Pink promise Y/N.”

“Just…a little…rest that’s…all…” I help him lay on the couch as he started to drift off both what he was saying and off to sleep.

Then it was just me with a sleeping stranger on my couch.

All at once the events hit me like a train and suddenly I felt the reality of everything. He’s an alien, we were attacked by an alien, and now he’s taking a rest on my couch.

No not strange at all, totally not. Why would it be?! It sort felt like a crazy dream I was a part of. But this this was real, this is really happening. This is going to be a Christmas to remember.

With reality and panic setting in, I could stop myself from regressing any further. The panic seemed to slip away as I let myself regress to let go of everything that just happened.

Now fully feeling like my true little self I stared at the stranger in the brown suit and converse. He was very nice to me and he did save my life hence why he was passed out on the couch.

If he was my guest for Christmas, I might as well make him comfy. So off I rushed to the bedroom to grab some supplies.

With arms full, I ran back and got to work. First I draped a soft light pink blanket across his body. Then I gave him a soft pillow behind his head, then to finish it off I surrounded him with not one but about ten different stuffies. I couldn’t have him waking up without friends around him.

Satisfied with the results I rushed off to make myself comfy for the night. It wasn’t too late and I didn’t have a Caregiver to tell me not to stay up…

With Christmas pajamas on, a sippy cup full of juice and a Christmas pacifier in mouth, I sat on the ground infront of the couch as Frosty the Snowman playing on the tv. I would watch Frosty and check on the sleeping strange periodically.

But as the night went on, it became harder and harder to stay awake.

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When The Doctor began to wake up, a few things popped into this mind. For one, he felt very comfortable. He’s hasn’t felt this cozy in a long long time.

Memories started to flood his mind of the past 24 hours. Flying around in the Tardis, getting a notification of a dangerous Buried Darthrow Fling, searching around all of England for it and meeting Y/N. Then of course getting the venom on his hand and passing out.

There was a movie playing in the background. It sounded familiar but something he couldn’t quite place at the moment. Then he heard something that warmed his hearts, a pure and happy giggle.

It was enough to push through the tiredness and open his eyes. And what he saw brought a smile to his face.

Y/N, his newest friend and couch-lender was sitting next to the couch in some Christmas themed pajamas. Beside them was a stuffie, a sippy cup and some biscuits on a tiny plate. On the tv played the new cartoon version of the grinch.

Every so often Y/N would be watching the scene before their head would be nodding off. Then when they realized, they would jump back up and continue watching.

The Doctor realized in two seconds what was going on. It had been far too long since he had seen a Regressor. On his home planet, regressing was as normal as sneezing, but on Earth it wasn’t as well know. Which is a shame the Doctor thought.

He began to sit up on the couch, and that’s when he realized why he was so comfy. He was wrapped in a soft pink blanket and surrounded by plushies.

“You’re awake!”

The Doctor turned to see a wide eyed Little staring back at him.

“Are you okay? How are you feeling?!” Their pacifier fell to the ground as the began to ramble on worried as ever.

“I’m alright. Better now actually than I was before. And even more better thanks to all of these friends that kept me nice and safe while I slept.”

He picked up one of the stuffies, a frog, and smiled. “What’s this one’s name?”

“Tiana. Just like the princess. By your hip is her husband Naveen.” Y/N pointed out.

The Doctor smiled and picked the other frog up. With the married frogs reunited he shook their feet. “It is nice to meet such a lovely couple.”

That caused Y/N to giggle at the Doctor’s silliness. But their giggle caused them to yawn soon after. That caught the Doctor’s attention.

“Y/N, how long have you been up?” He asked before looking around for a clock in their flat.

”Don’t know…wanted to make sure you were okay.” They said with another yawn.

Below the tv sat one that read 11:30pm. “It’s almost midnight! It’s far too late for someone as young as you. Come on, off to bed.” He stood up and walked over to where they were sitting.

The Doctor could see there was a bit of hesitancy in their eyes. “But what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What are you going to do? Are you going back to bed?”

“No. No, I’ve slept enough for at least another two years. But that doesn’t mean you don’t need to go to bed.”

“But…are you going to leave me?”

The question came out as broken and as sad as it could possibly sound.

Sure the Doctor had plenty of other things he had to do. He had to figure out how that creature got to Earth, he had to fix something in the Tardis’ engine…

But the look of wonder, of happiness and of concern for him on Y/N’s face struck something in him. It had been a while since he had a companion. Rose…well…she was gone. And recently Martha had left.

He wasn’t good alone, he knew that, but he always seemed to be alone. That was until now.

Now he had a chance to have a companion again. A friend to travel all throughout time and space with. But not only that, now he now had a Little to care for and watch over.

Plus it was Christmas Eve, and he was always a softie for Christmas.

He bent down, sitting across from them on the ground. He took their hands in his. “As long as you want me here, I’ll stay. I’ll even be happy to take care of you if you need. After all you took such good care of me. Let me return the favor.”

Y/M smiled and squeezed his hands back. “Yes!! I’d love you to stay! We can celebrate Christmas together!”

The Doctor smiled back, “Then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

“But first things first! We gotta get you ready for bed!” The Doctor jumped up off the ground and offered his hand to Y/N to help them up.

Once up and hand in hand, the Doctor turned on his heels to go toward their bedroom but was stopped when Y/N pulled his arms back.

“Wait! We gotta put our cookies out for Santa.”

“Right, of course. We can’t forget about Santa now can we?” He winked.

So off to the small kitchen the two went to fetch some biscuits for Santa. Then there they sat, a tiny plate with two biscuits, some carrots for the reindeer and a glass of juice. With it sat a note to be read later.

The two stood back and admired their work. “You think Santa will like it?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t think he’ll like it. I think he’ll love it.” The Doctor smiled.

Y/N nodded and yawned. The Doctor took that as his cue to get his little one to bed.

“Alright you’ve been up far far too long. Time to go to bed before Santa arrives.” He lifted them into his arms and started to carry them off to bed.

Suddenly the clocks chimed, indicating that it was midnight and officially Christmas Day.

Despite being sleepy Y/N still lifted their head off his shoulder to look at the Doctor with a smile, “Merry Christmas Doctor!” They leaned forward and hugged him tightly.

He hugged back just as tight, “Merry Christmas Y/N!”

Y/N fell asleep soon after. All wrapped up in their fuzzy blanket cuddling close to the Doctor. And the Doctor? He held them close like a protective Caregiver would. And for the first time and a long time, he was happy. Truly and blissfully happy.

The note in the living room to Santa read as followed:

Dear Santa,

We apologize for the juice instead of milk. We almost fell into a coma trying to get milk. But thankfully we’re alive but without milk so please enjoy the glass of juice instead. Please thank the reindeers for their hard work and tell Ms. Clause Merry Christmas from us!

Sincerely,

Y/N and The Doctor

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twys-little-corner · 5 months

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The best thing i have loved with reading sci-fi fanfics is the fact that regression is normalized and comes so naturally to them.

I have been watching a doctor who read a fic, which i shared, plus my friend's Star Trek agere on AO3 its quite comforting.

On the other note, depending on the fic, i see myself as more the cg than kiddo. Only time i felt like the kiddo was with the Doctor one. It brought a lot of comfort for me.

The post i was talking about..... [here]

The Little One Agere fic by @deuce-agere made [here]

#sfw agedre #sfw age regressor #sfw age dreamer #sfw age dreaming #caregiver!tenth doctor

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thecrowcorner · 2 months

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Blue TenRose Agere Moodboard

#—︎ crow corner posts ☁️#agere #sfw little blog #sfw littlespace #age regression #sfw caregiver #doctor who #sfw agere #doctor who agere #moodboard #tenrose #timepetals #rose tyler #the doctor #tenth doctor

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tiny-paws · 4 months

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caregiver tenth doctor moodboard!! i was hoping to find more blues but i also think this is nice!! i unintentionally added a ton of teddy bear stuff haha, but i think it suits him :]

as for cg headcanons, i think the tenth doctor would be very fun and energetic, and always coming up with activities that would be fun as well as educational!!

please check our DNI before following!!

#mikey chirps #tiny paw boards #agere #sfw agere #age regression #sfw age regression #agere moodboard #caregiver moodboard #doctor who agere #caregiver doctor #caregiver tenth doctor #doctor who caregiver

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tinybeebo · 1 year

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Bored

Cg! Rose Tyler and Little! 10th Doctor

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: New blog babyyy. Just remembered that I can post my works on Tumblr! I figure i'd make a blog solely dedicated to age-regression :)

AO3

“Roseeeeee”

Rose looked up from her phone to see the doctor, his body sprawled out on the couch where he was hung upside down. His X-Men comic was discarded off to the side, forgotten about.

“Yes, Doctor?”

“I’m boredddd” he whined

Rose let out a soft chuckle

“Well, what do you want me to do about that, hmm? We’ve played all the board games we have, made several puzzles, and you finished two video games!” She said, her tone lighthearted.

The doctor was very hard to keep stimulated, whether little or not.

He pouted and began to consider what they could do.

“Oh! I know!” He exclaimed after a moment

He swings his legs forward, rolling over himself into an upright position on the floor. Then continue to walk, well, toddle to Rose across the room. He didn’t bother to truly stand up, instead, he remained on his knees. Rose cringed slightly, the friction against the floor must be terrible for Doctor pants. Which reminded her, she ought to go searching through the TARDIS wardrobe, surely there was something more little friendly compared to his iconic suit.

The doctor was a rather rough little, and she knew the doctor would not be pleased with his little self for wrecking the suit.

The Doctor eventually reached her, plopping his head on her thigh,

“Hi!” He smiled brightly at her.

Rose smiled and waited expectedly for her little doctor's idea he seemed to have.

Instead, the Doctor looked back up at her, his smile fading into a confused pout.

“What?” His face scrunched up

“Well, I thought you had an idea, Doctor.”

“Oh yeah, it was a rather brilliant idea too. Oh well!” He said, leaning his head toward Rose’s hand, nudging slightly. Rose ran her hand through his fluffy hair, taking note that it was a little greasy.

He was due for a bath.

Rose looked out the window. They were at her home currently. No multi-dimensional travel whilst the doctor was little.

She sighed, it was getting late, her mother would be home soon and she would rather not explain the Doctor's childness to her.

She looked back down at the Doctor, still scratching his scalp. His eyes were close, very content with the physical affection. Whining when she stopped.

“Doctor, I have an idea.” She stated simply

“Hmph?” He huffed, his head buried into her thigh.

She tapped at his head, making him lift his head, which he did so reluctantly.

“How about we get some grub in ya, bathe you, and call it a night?”

The Doctor looked at her like she had gone mad.

“No!” he dropped his head back to her thigh, grumbling.

Rose should have known he wouldn't like this idea. Although, she had still yet to realize that most children aren't big fans of things such as bedtimes or broccoli and that this applied to the Doctor when in this state.

Rose wasn't looking for a temper tantrum and was quickly thinking of a bribe.

“We can cuddle after your bath, and Arthur should be done in the wash, so you'll have him tonight.”

The Doctor picked up his head at the mention of his beloved stuffed horse.

He did want his Arthur, plus cuddles seemed like a great idea.

He took his head off Rose’s thigh and leaned back, lifting his arms at Rose.

“Up.” he made a grabbing motion with his hands.

Rose scooped him up effortlessly, allowing the Doctor to wrap his limbs around her like a baby Koala. He buries his head into her neck, sighing softly.

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Dinner had proven to be a difficult feat, as the Doctor was truly having none of it.

He had been slowly regressing into a younger headspace and was currently sitting at about 4 years old.

Rose had originally planned on having meat and potatoes, as that was what her mother had leftover in the fridge and could easily be heated up, but the Doctor refused.

She dropped the fork in defeat, slumping against her arm and sighing.

“Doctor, why don't you want to eat?” she asked tiredly

“It's yucky!” The Doctor turned his head away as he saw Rose pick up the fork again.

“No, it isn't, look!” She shoved the food into her mouth, immediately spitting it back out.

“I told you” he giggled, watching Rose chug down a glass of water.

She wiped her mouth on her sleeve, “Mum never was a great cook.” she laughed.

Rose got up, taking the plate of offensive food with her and dumping it into the bin. She placed the plate into the sink and turned to look at the Doctor. He sat backward to face Rose, long limbs tangling to sit crisscross, hands folded in his lap.

Rose knew that there was nothing in the fridge that could be used as dinner, as they didn't eat in the TARDIS frequently. Which meant she would have to go to the shop, unfortunately. She might as well cater to the Doctor's wants, food-wise at least,

“Doctor, what do you want to eat?” She asked reluctantly.

The Doctor did not hesitate to answer.

“Hotdogs!”

She smiled softly at the boy, it wasn't the worst choice and it shall do for tonight. She walked over to him and kissed him on the forehead and then started to head toward the door, motioning him to follow, the Doctor happily complied.

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Luckily for Rose, there was a shop around the corner from where they parked the TARDIS.

They walked, Rose holding the Doctor’s hand. He walked rather fast, excited to be outside.

They enter the shop, Rose going to grab a basket but the Doctor insists she gets a trolley instead, having already settled himself in one. Rose obliged, pushing a pleased Doctor around the shop, ignoring the stares from bypassers. She had grown quite used to them anyhow.

The poor Doctor barely fit in the trolley, his legs pressed against his chest, but he was content and Rose had no intent in spoiling that.

They went around the shop, Rose picking up the necessities and the Doctor's hot dogs of course.

Rose happened to walk down the baby aisle, causing a reaction from the Doctor.

“What is it? What do you want, Doctor?” Rose asked, confused.

The Doctor never really enjoyed baby things while in headspace, typically sitting in an adolescent headspace and occasionally toddler headspace like now.

The Doctor whined, pointing at the shelf. Rose walked around the cart and headed over to the shelf, grabbing several things from the general direction the Doctor was pointing. She presented him with a Blue Sippy covered in consultations, a puppy-dog lovey that doubles as a tether, and a green dummy. He grabs the lovey and turns back around. Rose put back the dummy but placed the sippy into the cart. ‘No harm in having it,’ she thought and continued through the shop.

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They had gotten home and the Doctor fed, which meant it was time for a bath.

To Rose’s surprise, the Doctor had happily obliged to the idea, heading off to the bathroom himself. Not that she was complaining, just… surprised.

She had the bath already set, ready for the Doctor. It was filled with bubbles and a few toys to keep him entertained. Rose stood against the doorway, making sure the Doctor got in the bath and settle. Most of the time, Rose would leave the Doctor alone after that, as he was old enough to wash himself and preferred if Rose didn’t stay in the room. Rose went to walk away which spouted protest from the Doctor.

“Yes, Doctor?’’

“Stay, please?”

The Doctor looked up at her hopefully, a toy boat clutched in his hand.

“Of course, Love.”

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The Doctor was curled up against Rose, Arthur tucked under his arm, snoring softly. Rose comb through his slightly damped hair. They had ended the day with the Doctor in true infant headspace. Which was new to Rose, but she’ll learn, like she always did. Plus the Doctor was somehow even cuter when this little, Rose loved it.

Rose reached over to pull a blanket over them and snuggled into the Doctor a little more, wrapping her arms around him protectively. Falling into a deep sleep herself.

#age regression #safe agere #fandom agere #agere fanfic #agere fanfiction #agere blog #agere community #little space #doctor who #doctor who agere #tenth doctor #Little!Tenth Doctor #rose tyler #Caregiver!Rose Tyler #TinyBeebo

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littlest-nightingale · 2 months

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hi hi!!!!!! I hope you're having a wonderful day/night!!!! would you be able to do a tenth doctor or aziraphale caregiver moodboard? i love all your content, thank you so much!!

Hi hello!!! Tysm! Here's ten, i also made azi but i decided to post that separately. I would link it but tumblrs bein stupid lmao

#yhe silly!!!#also thx anon. making the azi moodboard has convinced me to watch go again. its been like a month since i last watched it #sfw age regression #agere #fandom agere #doctor who agere

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agerefandom · 5 months

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🧸 Tenth doctor

10th Doctor is a flip to me! He is SUCH a regressor and SUCH a caregiver at the same time.

I personally think that any version of The Doctor doesn't fit into dichotomies: they're always both of whatever is offered to them.

Random Headcanons:

1- bad at keeping regression gear separate: if he's taking care of a regressor, he'll steal their gear, but also give them things from his own stash: he just doesn't register the 'his' vs. 'theirs'

2- his physical affection goes way up when he's regressed, and he's definitely a 'run and jump into a hug' kind of regressor when he's comfortable with someone

3- I think The Doctor and The Master used to be a matched set of flips when they were both on Gallifrey and it adds to ye olde angst of 10's seasons

send a character and a 🧸 and I’ll give you three random agere headcanons!

#doctor who agere #my headcanons #agere writing #agere headcanons #fandom agere #asks #anon #headcanon ask game #ok this game is super fun #thank you to everyone sending characters!#doctor who

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your-fellow-writer-of-the-night · 10 months

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My Masterlist

Lucifer:

Moodboards:

Regressor Lucifer Morningstar

Regressor Lucifer Morningstar (with Maze and Chloe)

Regressor Lucifer Morningstar (with carer Dan)

Sleepy regressor Lucifer

And yet another regressor Lucifer

Regressor Lucifer and babysitter Maze

Vent regressor Lucifer

Vent pet regressor Lucifer

Another vent regressor Lucifer

Caregiver Micheal Demiurgos (with some headcanons)

Stimboard:

Lucifer Morningstar

Headcanons:

Regressor Lucifer Morningstar

Fanfics:

As Sweet as Whiskey (regressor Lucifer, carer Chloe)

Sleepy Devil (regressor Lucifer)

Wake up bud (regressor Lucifer, carer Maze)

It's not because I'm tired (regressor Lucifer, carer Amenadiel)

Good Omens:

Moodboard:

Regressor Crowley (with cg Aziraphale)

Regressor Angel Crowley

Regressor Crowley 👻 (spooky vibes, my favorite moodboard so far)

Regressor Beelzebub

Caregiver Aziraphale

Caregiver Aziraphale 🕊️

Another caregiver Aziraphale

Caregiver Crowley

Crowley and Aziraphale

Fanfics:

Milk, Honey and a Tea Spoon of Vanilla (regressor Crowley, carer Aziraphale)

Cozy fireplace (regressor Crowley, carer Aziraphale)

Doctor Who:

Moodboards:

Regressor Tenth Doctor

Tenth Doctor

Supernatural:

Moodboards:

Regressor Dean Winchester

Regressor Dean

Another regressor Dean

9-1-1 Lone Star:

Moodboards:

Regressor TK Strand

House M.D:

Moodboards:

Regressor Greg House (with cg Wilson)

Regressor James Wilson (and teddy bears)

Regressor Robert Chase

Another regressor Chase

Caregiver James Wilson

Headcanons:

Regressor Robert Chase

Fanfics:

The average dog is nicer than the average person (pet regressor Wilson and carer House. *unfinished)

White Collar:

Moodboards:

Regressor Neal Caffrey

Regressor Neal Caffrey (with cg Peter Burke)

Another regressor Neal Caffrey

Fanfics:

Time out (regressor Neal with El and Peter)

Suits:

Moodboards:

Regressor Mike Ross

Vent Regressor Mike Ross (tw- weed)

Regressor Harvey Specter (Racing Hearts)

Regressor Mike Ross (Racing Hearts)

Regressors Mike and Harvey (Racing Hearts)

Fanfics:

Racing Hearts

Bones:

Moodboards:

Regressor Seeley Booth (with cg Temperance Brennan)

Regressor Jack Hodgins (with Booth and Angela)

Moon Knight:

Moodboards:

Regressor Steven Grant

Hannibal:

Moodboards:

Regressor Will Graham (with cg Hannibal)

Hudson & Rex:

Moodboards:

Regressor Charlie Hudson

Regressor Charlie

Regressor Charlie (winter-ish theme)

Regressor Jesse Mills

Headcanons:

Regressor Charlie Hudson

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whumpyouverymuch · 1 month

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Hello!

I just wanted to make a quick introductory post while I have the courage to dip my toes in the whump community (I’ve been lurking for a while, just shy). You can call me Drue. It/its pronouns please! I’m a longtime writer and occasional mediocre artist (my icon is my OC, Colin, who you will probably see a lot more of on this blog!). I’m hoping that running this blog will inspire me and motivate me to write.

This is a whump sideblog!

What to expect here: Writing, reblogs, and maybe occasional art. A mix of OCs and fandom whump!

Fandoms I’m currently MOST interested in writing for: Good Omens, Broadchurch, Doctor Who (Ninth, Tenth, or Fourteenth Doctors), Hellaverse, and who knows what else, depending on my whims! I’ve also got lots of experience writing for the Vampire Chronicles, Community, Takin’ Over the Asylum, The Phantom of the Opera, and Labyrinth. I’m happy to take prompts for ANY of these fandoms, although I can’t always promise inspiration will strike.

My OCs tend to have a low fantasy vibe. Currently most interested in writing for my OCs for my modern Beauty and the Beast inspired universe. These include: Colin (pictured in my pfp? Bonnie, Frankie, Claudia, and Aubrey. Other OCs may pop up as well.

I am comfortable/interested in writing:

Sickfics (including colds, flu, stomachaches/stomach bugs, emeto, etc)

Injury fics

Emotional whump

Hurt/Comfort

Whumpee and caregiver scenarios

Fantasy illness/injury

NOT interested in writing

Graphic sexual content

Pregnancy

Scat

Anything to do with allergic reactions, asthma attacks, or choking

I'm also usually not into scenarios involving whumpers and whumpees. I'm mostly distracted with writing sickfics instead 😂

I primarily focus on platonic/queerplatonic scenarios, but I’m not averse to writing romance with some characters (I will not write romance with my OC Bonnie, however).

There’s not likely to be anything super NSFW on this blog (I am aroace and just not super interested in NSFW content), but due to themes and the nature of whump, I would rather minors not follow me.

And that’s pretty much it! Hi! Feel free to to pop in and say hi, and I’ll try to have some of my writing up soon.

#whump #whump community #whumpblr #introduction

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sillyboystimms · 9 months

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Characters I would want to be my caregiver:

Princess Luna from mlp

Foxy from fnaf

Springtrap from fnaf

Luka from vocaloid

Katt from animal crossing

Poppy from welcome home

Ford from gravity falls

The Tenth Doctor from doctor who

Toriel from undertale

Bandit and Chilli from bluey

#agere #age regression #agere caregiver #sillyspeaks #fictional caregiver

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littlespacereader · 2 months

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Sorry for the long awaited 10th Doctor fic. I won’t lie, I was really trying to figure out what I was going to write. That’s when I came across this gif! My favorite duo! The Doctor Donna duo! They always had such a fun dynamic in the show that I said to myself “what if they were the reader’s Caregivers?” So please enjoy this cute fic!!

Who Broke The Vase?🏺💙

Caregiver! 10th Doctor, Caregiver! Donna Nobel, & GN Little! Reader (SFW!)

Tags - hurt/comfort, DoctorDonna duo are the cutest, stuffie, broken glass, mention of violence at the end (just playful banter no worries), hugs and forehead kisses

Nicknames - Mama for Donna, Papa for The Doctor, space boy for The Doctor, munchkin, little one, little rose, darling

“Are you sure you’re okay here by yourself for a couple of minutes?” Donna grabbed her purse off the counter top and looked over at me.

“Of course! You’re just going around the corner to the Tardis. I’ll be fine. I’ve got Sir Teddy the second to watch me.” I gestured to the stuffie on my left.

I was sitting in the living room, legos spread throughout the floor. I was making the coolest building for Mama when we both heard the sound of the Tardis in the distance.

The Tardis meant Papa was home! He always brings me the coolest gifts or even better he takes Mama and I on the coolest adventures! I wonder what it’s going to be this time.

“Alright, I’ll be back soon with Papa. Don’t you or Sir Teddy the second do anything stupid while I’m gone.” She joked with a wink.

I smirked and rolled my eyes, “We won’t.”

She walked over and placed a kiss to the top of my head and one to Teddy’s head before she left out the front door. “Love you munchkin. Be back soon.”

“Love you too Mama!” I called back to her before the door closed.

The Doctor Donna duo were the farthest thing from a couple. They are what you like to call platonic soulmates. On one of their adventures they met me and were extremely kind and compassionate about my regression.

They surprised me one day and said they would be my Caregivers, not as a couple but as two separate Caregivers both wanting to love and protect me. What more could a Little ask for?

I played with my legos for a little bit but I couldn’t really focus on them. I was so curious to what Papa had been up to since he left. Maybe he found a new alien race? Maybe he solved world peace on another planet? Maybe he saved another spaceship?

Wait! I looked into the kitchen at the fridge. At the very top of the fridge is the picture of the Tardis I drew with a magnet on top to hold it in place. And this isn’t just any drawing! I drew this one especially for Papa!

It’s Mama, Papa and I on the beach with the Tardis resting under an umbrella. Papa would find the Tardis to be so silly! He would absolutely love it!

So onto my feet and off to the kitchen with Teddy I ran! Except when I got to the fridge I had a problem…the drawing was at the vvvveeeerrrrrryyyy top of the fridge and was hard to grab, even on my tippy toes.

This was a problem, but not one I couldn’t figure out. First step was getting something to stand on. Mama has a step stool somewhere…Ah ha! In the pantry!

I grabbed the step stool and brought it to the front of the fridge. But even at the top step it wasn’t enough! Now we had to result to drastic measures. Holding onto the fridge handle with one hand and Teddy with the other, I swung him in the hopes that he would hit the picture and knock it loose.

I hit and hit and hit and with one final swing, the magnet fell and my picture slowly started to drift down. But I also hit something else…

Teddy’s leg managed to snag the handle of the white and blue vase at the top of the fridge. Teddy’s leg snagged it and threw it off the top, shattering it on the floor below.

I stood there on the step stool in total shock. My heart started to race as a million thoughts ran through my mind. One thought stuck and stayed, I am in so much trouble.

I’ve never been in big trouble with my Caregivers before. What were they going to be like? Angry, loud, frustrated?!

Tears started to fall down my face as my beautiful picture landed near the mess. What was I going to do? Was there enough time to clean this mess? Maybe Mama wouldn’t notice the vase missing.

But soon I heard Papa and Mama’s voice in the distance. I couldn’t think, I was just starting to panic. I just started to run, leaving the mess and my picture behind. I grabbed Teddy and ran upstairs to the safety of my room.

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The Doctor swung the door open with his usual grin on his face, “Y/N! I’m home!!”

But instead of seeing his little one run as fast as they could over to him, he was met with a silence. Strange…Y/N is usually happy to see him.

Donna scooted past him and walked into the house worried, “Y/N? Y/N?!” Where had their Little gone?

Donna searched the living room finding the legos left abandoned. The Doctor searched around for any sign of the Little. He paused in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Donna? Did you have something white and blue made out of glass?” He asked over his shoulder.

“What?” Donna joined the Doctor in the kitchen as they looked over the mess.

Pieces of glass surrounded the fridge and the step stool. On top of the mess laid the picture Y/N had drawn for the Doctor.

The Doctor picked it up and smiled at the picture. He always loved all of Y/N creations. This one was especially funny to him.

“Doesn’t take Sherlock Homes to figure out what happened here.” The Doctor joked.

“You think they’re okay? Maybe they got hurt?” Donna looked around the room frantically.

“No, no, I think they’re okay. If they were hurt they would’ve ran to us right away. I think the accident just scared them.” The Doctor said looking over the pieces. “What was this anyway?”

“It was a vase my mum bought me. I never really liked it but she insisted I have it to lighten up the room. But she doesn’t know that glass and Littles usually don’t mix.” She laughed.

“You’re right about that.” The Doctor stood up and looked to the stairs. “We better see if they’re alright.”

“Hold on just a minute their space boy,” she grabbed his arm. “We need to be on the same page with this. No good Papa, mean mama routine anymore.”

“Well, it was just a vase. One you didn’t even like that much.” He pointed out.

Donna rolled her eyes, “The vase doesn’t matter. What matters is they could’ve gotten serious hurt while we were gone. That’s what we need to focus on with them. Just, follow my lead with this and don’t be mister good guy.”

“I’m not always Mister good guy! I’m stern.”

Donna just riled her head and gave him a look, a look that said ‘you’re the biggest softie there is’. He sighed, “Alright.” He pocketed the drawing before following Donna upstairs.

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And with that the two made their way up stairs. They immediately went into Y/N’s room, their door was wide open but they were missing from the room.

The Doctor Donna duo was about to leave when they heard soft sniffling and sobs from the closet. The Doctor’s hearts and Donna’s singular heart broke hearing the upset Little.

The Doctor carefully opened the closet door and couched down. There in the back of the closet clutching their stuffie sat Y/N, tears running down their face as they cowered away. “I’m sorry! I’m sowry!!”

“Awwww, Y/N it’s alright. Papa and Mama are not angry. Come here, we just want to make sure you’re not hurt.” The Doctor said holding a hand out for them.

But they didn’t move from their spot. They just shook their head, “ ‘m fine.” They said with a broken voice.

Donna took a seat on the ground next to the Doctor, “I know you’re fine darling but Mama is so worried about her little rose. Could you come out so I can make sure my rose isn’t missing a petal?”

The Doctor smiled at Donna, knowing she would only save such a nickname for someone as special as Y/N. Her soft and gentle voice started to relax Y/N a bit. They crawled out of their spot and over to Donna who held her arms out to them. Y/N was then wrapped into Donna arms, getting a big comforting hug from her.

“There we are. You’re okay my little rose. You’re okay.” She whispered as she rocked them back and forth in her arms. Y/N turned and buried their face against her shoulder.

Now, let’s have a look at your arms,” The Doctor leaned over and lifted their arm high up then back down. “Alright this one looks to be okay!”

“And now let’s look at the right arm,” the Doctor did the same thing, overly lifting their arm then bringing it back down. “Everything look alright with me Captain.” The Doctor winked to Donna.

“Thank you sergeant.” She winked back. “We can’t have our best soldier getting hurt now can we?” That brought a small smile to Y/N face.

“Now let’s check on Sir Teddy the Second. Would you mind lifting his left paw?” The Doctor asked.

Y/N had stopped crying, watching the two with amusement as they first examined them then Teddy, making sure they were both okay.

Once the two Caregivers had settled their Little down, it was time to ask the big questions. “What happened to you and Teddy? Why did you leave the living room?”

Y/N expression dropped hearing that they could maybe be in trouble again. “I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to!” They began panicking again.

The Doctor took their hand in his right away. “No, no, no, we’re not angry! We were so worried about you. We thought the worst that maybe you got hurt or cut by the glass.”

Donna wrapped an arm around them, “Darling you know I didn’t like the vase Nan got us. That’s not an excuse to break it, but the vase is not what matters. You’re what matters to me.”

The Doctor decided to help, “Was it to get this beautiful picture for me?” He held the picture in his arms.

Y/N nodded, “Yeah I wanted to give Papa the picture with the Tardis.” They leaned over and pointed on the Tardis under the umbrella. “See, we’re all at the beach and the tardis is resting under the umbrella.”

The Doctor chuckled, “That is hilarious. I could just picture the Tardis resting under an umbrella. It’s a beautiful picture!” He smiled at the picture. But his eyes soon caught Donna’s serious ones.

He cleared his throat and continued on, “But while it is a beautiful photo. It’s not something that should put you in danger.”

“It was at the top of the fridge! I wanted to get it before you came home. So I used Teddy to get it and….the vase fell.” They tried to explain.

“Yessss but you could’ve asked me to grab it before he saw it in the kitchen.” Donna reminded.

“Oh…yeah…” Wow, that all made sense.

The two Caregivers couldn’t help but laugh. “Listen, I think you learned your lesson. Just never do something dangerous like that again please. If you need help with something always ask Papa or me, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll never do it again.” They shook their head.

Donna and the Doctor smiled then placed a loving kiss to the top of their head. “Then all is forgive darling.”

The three stood up but immediately Y/N put their arms up and made grabby hands at the Doctor. His face lit up as he picked the Little up and into his arms.

“There we are. Now, let’s see the present Papa brought home for you!”

“Present?!” Y/N’s eyes lit up.

“Yes! Straight from 45 BC Rome! You know I met Julius Caesar when I was there?”

“Reallly?! Wooooowwwww! Did you warn him he was about to get stabbed in the back?”

“What?! No! I couldn’t tell him that! It could change history as we know it!”

“That isn’t being a nice friend though.”

“Stabbing him in the back is not being a nice friend, I’m just protecting history.”

Donna couldn’t help but smirk at the two antics. Whether the Doctor liked it or not he was truly a softie when it came to his Little Y/N. But she wasn’t the stern one her mother expected her to be either.

Just like the vase she was breaking the model of what it meant to be a good parent or in this case a good Caregiver.

“I agree darling I don’t think the Doctor was being a good friend.”

The Doctor turned around shocked, “You two?! I can’t win can I?”

Y/N and Donna smiled, “Nope!” They both said together.

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twys-little-corner · 5 months

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25 Days of Agere Moodboards

Day 11: A Character You’d Love To Be Your Caregiver

Tenth Doctor

#agere sfw #sfw age regressor #sfw agedre #sfw age dreamer #sfw age dreaming #25ageremoodboards #twylas sfw agere boards

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thecrowcorner · 2 months

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A Midnight Nightmare - The Doctor x Rose

Cg!Doctor x Little! Rose Tyler

Summary: Rose has a nightmare on the TARDIS and wakes up regressed when the Doctor comes to the rescue.

WC: 1.1k

A/N: Could be read as any Doctor! Click here if you'd prefer to read on AO3.

The Doctor had made sure to safely set the TARDIS into a drift through the vortex just as he always did when he and Rose were resting up before a new adventure. Well, really it was just when Rose needed to rest for a bit while he’d go off tinkering with his gizmos and gadgets, or even sometimes just doing research for whatever planets or solar systems they’d been planning to visit within the near future.

They had just gotten back from an adventure in which the Doctor had discovered a stranded alien that had been causing the locals a bit of trouble in an attempt to make it back home. Thankfully however, it hadn’t done too much damage yet when they found it, and Rose had taken a particular liking to it, so the Doctor managed to earn its trust before helping it and eventually managing to get it a one way trip back to its proper home. When they made it back to the TARDIS, Rose had begun to feel a bit tired after the day’s events, so she trudged back to her bedroom, promising the Doctor through a yawn that she just needed a good shower and a few hours sleep before she’d be ready to go off soaring through galaxies and fighting crime again. The Doctor happily sent her on her way with a smile, promising he’d be in his lab working on one of his projects while she slept, content with her request.

It had only been about two hours since he and Rose had parted ways in the control room when the Doctor began to feel the TARDIS frantically buzzing and thrumming in his head, instantly knowing something was wrong. Only seconds later, is when he started hearing the shouting.

“Doctor!” he heard Rose yell out through the TARDIS. He dropped the piece of scrap metal he held in his hand, opting for his trusty sonic screwdriver instead before running out of the lab and straight to Rose’s bedroom. He could hear her repeated shouts of his name being choked out between what he could only assume were her sobs.

Thankfully for him, the TARDIS drew Rose’s bedroom right next to the lab, only two doors down across the hall. “I’m coming Rose, hold on!” he shouted frantically in return. He flung himself against her bedroom door, turning the knob open with one hand and tightly gripping his sonic like a lifeline in the other. Rose was sitting up in her bed, still wrapped up in the sheets and blankets, face red and puffy as the tears continued to run down her cheeks. The Doctor quickly scanned her over before allowing his eyes to wander through the rest of the room searching for any signs of danger.

“Oh, Rose, what’s happened?” he asked tenderly, lowering his sonic down to his side and striding over to her bed.

“I had a nightmare, you were gone, and Mum was gone, and I couldn’t feel the TARDIS, and I didn’t know what to do, or where to go, and it was so real,” she eventually got out, pausing every few words as the sobs continued to wrack her body.

“Oh, Rose, it’s okay, I’m here, I’ve got you,” he cooed, lowering himself onto the bed, drawing her into his arms. “It was only a dream, sweetheart, we’re all still here,” he continued, rubbing circles onto her back.

“But daddy, it was so real,” she cried out, looking up at him with what the Doctor could have only described as puppy dog eyes, still red and watery and overflowing. Oh, so that’s what this is, the Doctor thought as the word fell from her lips, which he now noticed were also trembling. Rose was fierce, strong, and independent. A force to be reckoned with. And it was one of the things that he loved most about her, in fact, it had saved his own life more than a number of times, but sometimes, he learned after a few months of travelling with her, she wasn’t. Sometimes, Rose sort of drew into herself, letting a different Rose emerge instead. One that still loved to show a brave face, but wanted to watch cartoons, or colour, or play with a rubber ducky in a bubble bath. The first time it happened while she had been on board the TARDIS, she had been rather embarrassed by it, but the Doctor had been more than happy to jump into the role of caregiver.

“It only felt real, Rosie, I promise,” he whispered, smoothing her wild hair down, offering the gentle affection which Rose always loved, regardless of her mental age and the nickname he had assigned to her regressed persona. “Come on my star, you’ve hardly rested, why don’t we get you back to sleep, hmm?” he offered, not making any effort to release her from the embrace just yet.

“Please don’t leave me, Daddy, the nightmares are scary. I don't want to see them again,” she pleaded, strengthening her grip around his torso. “I won’t, you have my word, but you’re still sleepy darling,” he said, prying her arms away from him. “I’ll stay with you while you sleep, yeah?” Rose yawned and rubbed her eyes, conceding to the Doctor’s orders.

“Do you want your dummy, it’ll help you sleep?” he asked, as he stood up, walking across the room to retrieve it off her dresser where he had last placed it. Evidently, she had never bothered to put it away. She hummed a confirmation, sniffling and wiping the stray tears as they continued to fall down her face. She had cried a wet stain onto the Doctor’s jacket, but he didn’t seem to care.

He returned back to the bed, dummy in hand before toeing off his shoes, and crawling under the blankets next to her. He pulled her into him and popped the dummy into her mouth before settling her head down against his chest and drawing the blankets up and tighter around both of them. Rose, the Doctor had learned, often tended to grow smaller as she grew sleepier. She sucked on the dummy, wrapping herself tightly around the Doctor, clinging onto him with all her limbs. He held her, watching her as her sniffles drew quieter and further apart and her breathing began to even out. Rose had been exhausted, and nobody would have been happy with a grumpy big or little Rose stomping about the TARDIS. In fact, happy that her occupant was finding solace, the TARDIS herself began to hum quietly, just enough for Rose and the Doctor to feel her presence, as the Doctor also began to hum, singing Rose to sleep to the tune of an old Gallifreyan lullaby long forgotten to time, with no one else to remember it but him, and now, his Rose.

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babybatbcy · 5 months

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