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@d-nniedarko
regressor grace crying 11.9 light years away from earth because his stuffed animals aren’t with him. not because he needs them, but because they’re alone with no one to kiss them goodnight. what if they fall off where he last placed them on his bed and no one picks them back up? it’s scary and lonely on the floor :(
you know those videos of tortoises getting brushed? yeah
happy rocky !
AHHHHHH HI BESTIE please can we have some padded!Grace hcs? I need to hear your thoughts on itty bitty baby Ryland!! Lots of love 🤍🤍🤍
Waaa oh goodnes yes you can!
• Grace has always had some troubles with bedwetting so he's already had some experience with padding so it's not as embarrassing for him! He knows padding is to protect him, keep him dry and comfortable!! Never any shame to needing or wanting that comfort ♡
• When he's itty-bitty Grace they're definitely a necessity. He gets very involved in his toys or cuddles xD
• Personally hc that Grace genuinely did some physical damage when he tore his catheter out in the first chapter of the book! So he did require the extra protection as he healed (and probably after because of all the other wild things that happened!) and it just became a normal part of his clothing, like socks and shirts! So they very easily incorporated into his regression ;u;
• Loves cute patterns! Just like his silly shirts, his padding has lil stars or science-y patterns, sometimes even kitty patterns!!
• Baby Grace fussing? Just a few gentle bottom pats and he's back to his content self (and probably 10 seconds from falling asleep because he gets all cozy n' safe feeling)
• Rocky is very curious about it and honestly likes it because then when Grace is doing his usual toddling around and (inevitably) trips his bottom is protected from falls, so less leaky human face time ♡
dr ryland grace who involuntarily age regresses from stress & rocky who puts on little puppet shows for him :)
tiny lil ryland grace playing with his space ship
Also with Grace only being in his 30s, you knoooow the other Eridian's are like "*gasp* who let a hatchling be on a spaceship??"
Especially Adrian who is like "My mate brings another lifeform and it's a BABY??"
Of course Rocky is quick to say "No no! Grace isn't a baby, he's middle aged on his planet. He's not a baby, most of the time."
"Most of the time?"
And Grace is in the background, "Oh awesome, they know I'm an age regressor before they know I'm a scientist. That's so cool." xD
Little!Ryland Grace who trusted Stratt enough to view her, just a little bit, as a form of caretaker when he's been seeing her every day for weeks, getting closer and sometimes wondering if she'd ever care for that side of him when his head gets all fuzzy.
Then she betrays him, and he may have been put in the coma to stop his fight, but that doesn't mean he stopped running from the desire to be held by her. Once. Once is all he needs. As sick and terrified as it makes him to want that, he can't help it.
Aboard the ship, he doesn't mention it, not when Rocky pesters him about the tears in his eyes or when he paces instead of sleeps in hopes of fighting off regressing.
And on Erid.. that masks slips a little more. One thing at a time, one little task that makes him break apart further. He wants someone to tuck him in, wants someone to wake up by, wants to be held...
And Rocky can't do any of those things.
Regressing or not, Grace can't have any of the things he wants so what is the point of asking for it at all? He already knows how being touched goes, he knows the scar on his arm just about as well as he knows the back of his own hand. It doesn't matter if he's fuzzy, it doesn't matter if he's crying.
Ryland Grace doesn't get to be held. He doesn't get the warmth in any other form the scalding hot against his skin. He doesn't get anything beyond the blankets around his shoulders on the nights he can drift to sleep. He doesn't get to be taken care of.
He's on an alien planet, a guest for as long as they'll tolerate him, far away from home. Asking for any more than this is far too much. Asking for what they cannot give and cannot understand is undeniably worse.
The thought of being wrapped in Stratt's arms burns at the back of his head. A silent wish he isn't sure he wants fulfilled, or one he knows he doesn't deserve to begin with.
imagining grace being extra clingy when regressed and rocky not knowing how to fix it so he just lets grace hold him in his hamster ball most of the time.
when he's not ultra clingy, grace and rocky play tag and when rocky chases grace, he purposely stays a few feet behind grace so he doesnt accidentally knock him down and hurt him (rocky's noticed that he's more clumsy when little, not that he knows why) and waits until he stops to turn around (to check that rocky is still behind him) until he slows down and lightly bumps into grace
and grace is a big cryer!!!!! sad? crying. angry? crying. happy? crying. doesnt know what he's feeling but its a lot? crying. this is usually what makes grace so clingy, especially happy tears and sad tears in particular
oughhhh these two are ruining my life /pos
EDIT!:
spoilers below
Rocky being Rocky(tm) and secretly teaching Grace Eridian swears but not telling Grace that's what they mean
Then Grace is tiny one day and he hums something that has Adrian be like "!!! Naughty word Grace."
And Grace starts sobbing because he didn't know!!! He didn't know it was a bad word!!
Rocky gets in trouble for teaching the baby bad words xD
cant stop thinking about abbot leaning his head onto robby’s
Thinking about regressor Andrew "Pope" Cody. Andrew who has trauma-induced regression as a result of years of abuse and neglect, not just at the hands of his childhood caregivers but also from his three years in prison.
Andrew who has undiagnosed and untreated mental illness that scares him more than it scares anyone else. He lashes out with anger when he's triggered. He throws fists because he can't express himself verbally without getting tongue-tied and so frustrated that he can't talk at all. Andrew who hates feeling small and helpless but it's all he feels so much of the time.
Andrew that is permanently regressed to the mental state of a teenager because of all he's been through, and nobody really knows any different unless he regresses further. Moody and unhappy is his normal. Skateboarding silently back and forth on his ramp for hours at a time until he gets coaxed away by someone else.
Andrew that doesn't know the difference between himself and his mother because of how enmeshed they are. He can't have his own opinion without doubting it. He can't feel peace in his own thoughts unless someone else validates them for him. When he's feeling more emotionally unstable or regressed, he finds he can't make almost any decisions without feeling anxious or panicked.
Andrew who hates being called Pope, but he knows voicing his opinion only leads to being mocked.
Autistic regressor Andrew who finds comfort in pacing, tracing his fingers over things over and over again. Runs his fingers against his headboard when he can't sleep and rubs his own chest like Julia used to when they would share a bed and he couldn't sleep. Humming softly to himself because he likes the feeling and the sound, especially if he covers his ears.
Day 2: Bottles
John had been dreaming about this for months, he had ten days off in a row. It was the first time he'd taken a vacation in years; and he was spending it all with Andrew. To say their first day together was going smoothly would not have been completely accurate. Andrew had therapy that morning and he'd been triggered badly, to such an extent that John had to be called from the waiting room to take him home early. As soon as the two men got home Andrew went straight for the bedroom and cocooned himself away. John walked past periodically, in between washing his scrubs and catching up on reading. Most of his passes, he heard nothing. But, as he was going to ask Andrew about lunch, he heard muffled crying through the door.
He knocked gently, not wanting the harsh sound to startle Andrew.
"Andrew? Are you okay?" John inquired, just loud enough to be heard. When he didn't get an answer, also hearing the crying get worse, he let himself into the bedroom. He almost cried too at what he saw. Pope was tangled in the covers and his jacket, face red, eyes irritated and biting at his hand hard enough that John could see blood. John hurried to the bed; he had to get Andrew redirected to stop him injuring himself further.
"Andrew baby, please don't hurt yourself," John murmured, lowering himself carefully so Andrew could see him.
Andrew whined, a painfully wounded sound, and sunk his teeth into his hand again.
"Oh, I'm so sorry bubba. I should have checked on you sooner. You feeling little, huh?" John cooed
Andrew cried harder, but looks up to meet John's eyes for a brief second.
John understood. He thought when he had to take Andrew home that he was dissociating. Clearly that had turned into him regressing at some point in the almost forty minutes since they'd got home. He reached to his nightstand, and the large drawer at the bottom, where the supplies Andrew used when he was regressed most often.
"Here Andy, you want your pacifier?" John offered, holding it towards Andrew so that he'd have to use the hand he was biting to take it. Andrew took it forcefully, practically snatching it from Carter's hand, and putting it straight into his mouth. John was glad he thought to buy several replacement teats for the pacifiers, Andrew had the tendency to bite through them - often. Even with the pacifier, Andrew's wailing didn't stop. He was stuck in the middle of a meltdown and it was only John who could help him weather the storm.
John was fairly confident in knowing what the cause of this meltdown was. He'd guess it was a combination of therapy and hunger. Andrew didn't eat much the night before and skipped breakfast, stomach too nervous to accept anything. He had an idea, but he couldn't be sure Andrew would be safe on his own.
"Andy?" John asked softly, at eye level with the other man but not pressing eye contact. Andrew had sat up and was rocking back and forth harshly, tugging at his jacket.
"You want this off?" John checked, pointing at the offending garment.
With a whine and a rapid nod of confirmation, John extracted Andrew's arms and threw the jacket onto a nearby chair. Once he was free from his jacket, Andrew wrapped his arms tight around himself, the rocking continuing. Carter shuffled back to get back to the box of supplies, pulling out a plush whale shark and Andrew's dark green weighted blanket.
"You want your shark bubba?" John questioned, offering out the stuffed animal. Andrew made grabby hands, keening unhappily at John.
"There you go," John soothed, handing it over. "What about your big blanket?"
Andrew nodded, still rocking and tears still falling.
"Okay big guy, here it comes," Carter warned, before standing and draping it round Andrew's shoulders. "There you go bubba, that's better isn't it?"
Andrew's tears were slowing slightly, but he was still rocking and clawing his fingers at the fur of the whale shark. John could see the anxiety still coursing through his partners frame.
"You need headphones Andy?"
Andrew scrunched his nose up and shook his head
John nodded, "okay, no headphones. Good saying no big guy. One more question," he started, getting interrupted by an angry sounding hum sort of noise.
"I know bubba, I'm sorry. Do you want some food?" John asked, really aware that asking Andrew too many questions was a sure fire way to overwhelm him further.
Andrew made the same angry hum, this time with more confusion.
John furrowed his brow, "you're hungry?" he guessed, getting a nod in reply. And the penny dropped.
"You want a bottle bubba?" Carter guessed again, and, from Andrew's fast nod, he was glad at how well he understood the other man.
He smiled at Andrew, "alright Andy. I'll go get you a bottle, you want TV?"
Andrew scrunched his nose up and pulled his blanket over his head
"Okay, okay," John placated, hands held out. "No TV, we'll keep the quiet. Wait right here bubba, I'll be back as soon as I can"
John began moving slowly to the bedroom door, checking for any signs of real discomfort from Andrew. When he didn't get any, he quickly made his way to the kitchen to get a bottle made up.
Andrew didn't normally regress young enough to want a bottle. A sippy cup, sure, but it was uncommon that he was as young as a baby. John wasn't particularly surprised, the last time he needed to leave therapy early he dropped to his youngest headspace and remained that way for a few days. As well as thinking about that, Carter was also working out what he'd need to do for the rest of the day to help Andrew. He filled one bottle with apple juice, and one with one of Andrew's protein shakes. The other man didn't enjoy milk at all, whether he was regressed or not, and he hadn't been eating enough recently too; so a protein shake was a good call in John's opinion.
Less than five minutes later, John was back in the bedroom with the two prepared bottles.
"Alright Andy, got your bottle right here" Andrew, no longer crying but still sniffing sadly, shuffled clumsily so John could sit down on the bed.
"Would you like to do it or me?" John asked
Andrew thought for a moment, his brain feeling very slow after how unhappy he was - in combination with the very young headspace. He didn't trust his own hands not to be bad, so shakily pointed at John.
John smiled warmly, "Okay bubba, you tell me when you're ready"
Andrew shuffled again, this time to sit himself between John's long legs and relaxed back into his chest with a sigh. John's smile only grew, so pleased that Andrew found comfort in being close when he was regressed.
"Alright Andy," John started, positioning the bottle for Andrew to take in his mouth. "There we go"
Andrew latched on to the bottle, letting out a happy hum as he did. He held his pacifier in one hand and his whale shark in the other. John made sure he didn't drink too quickly, something Andrew had a habit of doing. He liked the time close to Andrew, although there was a tinge of discomfort; stemming from the knowledge that, in most cases, Andrew's regression was involuntary and came from having been painfully triggered. But John also understood the comfort regression brought his partner. And he loved nothing more than taking care of his bubba.
As Andrew kept drinking his bottle, he settled more and more into John's chest, relaxing into him completely. Regressed or not, John was Andrew's safe place. Everything else was uncertain and scary to Andrew so much of the time, regardless of headspace, but never John Carter.
With his bottle finished, Andrew hummed happily. John set the empty bottle down on his nightstand with one hand, the other was gently stroking Andrew's side.
"That better bubba?" John checked, tilting his head to try and make eye contact with Andrew.
Andrew wiggled away from John's gaze but nodded. He shuffled around again, almost flopping over, but managing to settle the other way around on John's lap and instantly nuzzling in to rest his head on John's shoulder. John felt Andrew melt against him. His bottle had clearly made him sleepy.
"Shh," John cooed. "I've got you Andy, you do whatever you need"
He reached around to take Andrew's pacifier and easily slipped it into the other man's mouth. Andrew let out another happy hum, eyes closing and rapidly being lulled to sleep. John was using all the techniques he could, gentle shushes and murmurs, stroking Andrew's sides slowly and rocking them both side to side.
"Just rest Andy, I'll be right here when you wake up," he reassured, pressing a sweet kiss into Andrew's curls.
(I love reading Little!Pope and PopeCarter, so, because these are my dolls to play with, I put them together. Thank you again for getting to the end, I hope you enjoyed! Stay safe folks!)
pope cody you beautiful beautiful man.
pope cody losing his mother
Finally watching animal kingdom, definitely doesn’t have anything to do with my growing obsession with The Pitt