I'm Robbie but you can call me whatever you like! Robbie/Robs (just don't call me robert, I'll find you /j /nsrs)
I'm an age regressor and looking for friends and fellow agere peoples! <3
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My little age range can be as young as 3 to as old as 9. It depends on how stressed I was that day :'3
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When regressed , Puppy has the intense urge to call anyone caring for him / being remotely accommodating " mama " — a genderless term according to puppy ' s vocabulary . The manliest man will be called mama . Yes , Puppy has crippling mommy issues , how did you know ?
description: Robert gets sick and regresses; Flambae saves the day
TW: sickness (throwing up, sore throat, body aches, mentions of headaches, etc), swearing, misgendering (Robert calls Flambae “mama” because he’s feverish and that’s literally it)
(This was supposed to be specifically an agere fic but the agere isn’t super noticeable to me unless you like squint in a couple parts but it’s there!!!)
Robert hates being sick.
This is one of the basic facts of the universe: the earth is round, the year is 365 days long, and Robert Robertson III would rather lose a fistfight than catch any sort of sickness.
Here he was though, curled up on his couch with a migraine, sore throat, and slightly more body pain than usual.
Robert groaned as he attempted to roll over, shivering slightly as his arm left the blanket to reach for his phone. Beef was asleep somewhere nearby, and Robert concluded that he was probably on his pillow on the floor.
As he opened his phone, Robert considered calling in sick today before quickly shutting down the idea. He needed to be there to wrangle the Z-teamers, because none of the other dispatchers could handle their brash personalities and daily defiance (believe him, Blazer had tried).
So painfully, Robert managed to push himself off of the couch and into a sitting position, where things took a turn for the worse; as he sat up, his vision blurred with dizziness. He persisted though, opting for a hoodie instead of his usual button-down because the ache in his fingers was almost too much.
Robert barely made it to the building, collapsing on a couch in the lobby and fighting tooth and nail to keep whatever junk food crumbs he has eaten in the past few days safely lodged in his stomach. Beef sat nearby, as if trying to guard him from passersby. It worked for the time being, and Robert even managed to stand up and get in the elevator.
What Robert wasn’t managing, however, was the nausea that threatened to overwhelm him as the elevator lurched to a stop once he reached his floor. He did his best to make it to his desk and sit down with Beef, but the more he walked, the worse he felt. His body was freezing, and his mind felt distant and soft; not quite dissociation, but something similar…
Robert made it through two calls before hobbling to the bathroom and puking. His stomach churned as he felt his mind shift more and more, leaving him feeling anxious and even more nauseated than before. Everything was rapidly becoming too much as his nausea settled slightly, leaving his throat clicking as his body tried to keep whatever food he had left in his stomach.
He curled in on himself, the cool porcelain of the toilet causing him to shudder. God, he was so cold-
Robert found himself thinking back to when would get sick as a child, before his mom left; he thought about how she would rub his back as he vomited, or fed him soup on the couch as she promised him he would be okay…
He wiped tears from his eyes as he pushed the memories away. I’m a grown ass man, he thought, I can handle being sick-
The stall door opened, blinding Robert momentarily as his eyes adjusted and tried to process who was standing in front of him.
The figure was taller than him, with long hair that had been tied back in a ponytail. Robert still couldn’t see it clearly, but it reached a hand down and turned his face toward it.
“Mama? Is that…is it you?”
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Flambae didn’t know what he was expecting when he went searching for the dispatcher, but this definitely wasn’t it.
He could tell something was wrong when he heard Chase in his ear as he muttered something about Robert’s “stupid fuckin ass coming to work sick”. He hadn’t been dispatched yet (slow morning) so he figured he’d check it out; purely out of curiosity of course.
He searched the break room and the lobby before making his way to the bathroom and hearing a pitiful gag, knowing almost immediately it could only really be Robert. Flambae made his way over to the stall, preparing only his best insults and comebacks for the man as he pried open the stall door.
Flambae could safely say he didn’t expect what he saw: Robert, sweaty and very sick, sitting on the ground wearing a hoodie while shivering and crying quietly. He was too shocked to speak, honestly; he was expecting a cold, not whatever the hell was wrong with his boss now.
Robert squinted and looked up at Flambae, eyes teary as he tried to process who he was looking at.
“Mama? Is that…is it you?”
Flambae didn’t speak for a moment, too stunned to say anything. Did Robert think…
Oh he must really be sick.
Flambae knelt down, putting his hand on Robert’s forehead. The man was burning up with fever, just as he suspected.
“Why the fuck are you not at home? You’re supposed to stay home when you’re sick, you stupid bitch” He questioned. Robert whined and shuffled further into the stall, quickly realizing that the man before him was not his mama.
“Go away…” he murmured weakly, shielding his face weakly from Flambae. Flambae sighed and sat down fully in front of the stall. Robert’s face still had a bit of vomit on it, and Flambae couldn’t help but feel a prick of sadness at the thought of this feverish little jerk throwing up in a bathroom stall this early in the morning and being so out of it he thought his mother had come to get him.
Flambae stood up and tried his best to quickly wet a paper towel and sit back down in front of Robert. This piqued his interest slightly, watching Flambae’s every move before uncurling himself slightly.
“Bob-Bob, that cannot be a comfy place to sit after puking up your fucking guts. C’mere so I can wipe your face off, you’ve still got shit on it.”
Robert shook his head vehemently, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. It didn’t work (obviously), and when the gross feeling remained, he uncurled slightly and scooted closer to Flambae.
Flambae sighed and gently began to wipe Robert’s mouth with the paper towel, and Robert slowly began to relax into the touch. When he was done, he crumpled the paper towel and threw it in the vague direction of the garbage can. He went to stand, but Robert whined and put out a weak hand.
“Don’t go, please…”
It was barely more than a whisper, yet Flambae almost slipped and fell at the sheer speed in which he found himself back on the floor. Robert pushed himself away from the toilet and closer to Flambae, almost ending up in the other man’s lap. Flambae felt himself turn red before pushing whatever thoughts caused him to feel that way out of his mind.
“You need to go home, you know that right? There’s no way in fucking hell Chase is gonna let you keep working like this.”
Robert whined again and Flambae sighed. He felt the man push further onto his lap and looked down to find him curled up into a ball, with his head resting on Flambae’s exposed chest.
“I don’t wanna go home.”
“Why the fuck not? You too worried one of us is gonna burn down the fucking building?”
Flambae knew this would usually earn him an eye roll and a “get back to work”, but this wasn’t the case as Robert closed his eyes and ever so slowly relaxed the tense muscles in his shoulders.
“Just don’t like bein’ by myself anymore…” he trailed off.
Flambae was slightly taken aback by this, but it did slowly start to make sense; Robert would get to the office incredibly early and seemingly not do anything except talk to Royd, or Chase, or whoever was in the building really, and wouldn’t leave until the entire team was gone.
He sighed and put a hand on Robert’s forehead again. Still burning up.
“Alright Bob-Bob,” Flambae whispered, “I’m going to make you a deal; you let me take you the fuck home, and I’ll stop by the store and get you some soup and whatever the fuck else you want. Sound good?”
Robert stirred slightly at this before settling back to his place and nodding into Flambae’s chest. Good, it’s about time this dumb fuck took a day off, Flambae thought to himself.
He very quickly promised Robert that he would be right back before explaining the situation to Chase and clocking out. The store trip went relatively quickly, with Flambae leading Robert through the store and Robert resting his head on Flambae’s shoulder on occasion. Flambae picked up some soup cans, nasuea and stomach medicine, and some other snacks for Robert. When asked what he wanted, Robert would simply hum or shake his head.
When the two men got to the checkout counter, Robert spotted something, tapping Flambae’s shoulder and pointing to it.
The toy was a small blue dog, with light blue spots and black plastic eyes. It wore a green felt collar, and Robert seemed infatuated by it. Flambae sighed and smiled slightly.
“If you want it so bad, go fucking get it Bobert.”
Robert looked up at Flambae with wide eyes before shaking his head.
“It’s stupid, you don’t have to….”
Before Robert could finish the thought, Flambae was back at the checkout counter with the little blue dog, and to Robert’s surprise, another toy; this one looked like a raccoon, but was red in some places instead of grey and black.
Flambae paid for the items quickly, handing them to Robert before scooping him up into his arms. Robert yelped, but quickly settled into the bridal carry as Flambae flew him back to his apartment. Once there, Flambae gently placed the items he bought on the counter and Robert on the couch before returning to the kitchen and digging around for a pot.
“Why are you bein’ so nice?”
The question took Flambae by surprise. Why was he being so nice to Robert right now?
“…because I can be nice sometimes, bitch.” Flambae quipped, emptying a can of soup into the pot before turning on the stove. He opened the bag with the two toys in it before going to the living room and depositing them in Robert’s arms.
“Thought your dog could use a friend, so you got a red panda too.”
Robert looked at the two toys in his lap, the soup on the stove, and the man standing before him before quietly bursting into tears.
Flambae swore quietly and began to shush the man, wiping away tears as they fell and doing his best to soothe him. Why the fuck does Robert cry so much when he’s sick?! he thought as the tears slowed to hiccups.
He quickly made his way over to the stove and emptied the soup into the only bowl in the cabinet, grabbing a spoon and reminding himself to make Robert buy himself more things before going back to the couch and sitting down next to him. He offered the bowl to Robert, who shook his head and tried to push the soup away.
“I’m gonna make a mess…” he said quietly, voice trailing off. Flambae took a deep breath and sighed, pulling Robert into his lap and feeding him the soup himself. At first Robert was surprised, but quickly began to eat small bites as Flambae spooned them out.
Since Beef was still at the office with Chase, Flambae wasn’t worried about him eating whatever was left in the bowl, so he sat it on the floor next to the couch. He shuffled sideways and leaned back against the couch’s armrest, with Robert holding both toys and sighing as he began to relax and fall asleep. Flambae was making a note on his phone to remind himself to give Robert some medicine when we woke up when Robert murmured something quietly to himself.
“What was that, Bob? Didn’t hear you.”
Robert sighed and his eyes fluttered one last time before he drifted of, quietly holding his plush dog before whispering a little louder to Flambae.
“Thanks for being my mama…”
Flambae’s heart swelled in his chest as he ran a hand down Robert’s back.
CW: kinda (?) centered around having trouble w/ eating...
...it's all sweet and fluffy otherwise c:
....
“Please, bub. You know I can't force you to do anything, but it really worries me when I don't see you eat anything all day.”
Coyote leaned on her forearms, resting on the kitchen table. Her ears drooped slightly, and her tail twitched with quiet concern.
Robert only turned his head further away, sticking his nose up and pressing his palms against the edge of the table. “Nn-oooooo!!” He whined, emphasized by a shake of his head.
Coyote breathed deeply, exhaling the mild frustration that always came with getting this kid to eat. “Can you tell me why you don't want it?” He tilted his head like an inquisitive puppy and placed the spoonful of oatmeal back in its bowl.
“Do you think it'll be icky?”
Robert glared at the bowl for a moment before shaking his head again. “No.” He mumbled, fidgeting with his hands in his lap.
“Okay… what about your tummy? Does it hurt?” The shapeshifter tried not to stare at her friend as he searched for an answer. You could practically see the gears turning in his head with the way his face scrunched, and his eyes seemed fixed on the table.
Robert nodded slowly, deliberately, without looking up.
“Yeah?” Coyote pressed. “Does it feel like you're gonna throw up, maybe?”
Robert only nodded again, his gaze flicking to the stuffed duck that sat on the table beside him. He quickly grabbed it and held it tightly against his chest. Awh. Coyote felt herself soften. She knew what Robert was feeling was most likely hunger. Not that he was aware of that himself.
“Okay.” She breathed, reaching over to run her fingers through his hair and stroke his cheek for a second. “You don't have to eat this if you feel like you can't.” The relief on Robert's face at her words was obvious.
“I do wanna try something, though. Think you and Ducky can get comfy on the couch and wait for me there?”
Robert was suspicious. Not so much so that he wouldn't leave the table, but the vagueness of his friend's question made his brow furrow. He nodded, though, and left the table to settle on Coyote's couch across the room. He turned around and peeked at her over the arm rest, giggling at the thumbs-up she gave him from the table.
Coyote watched her friend get comfortable before standing up herself and heading back to the kitchen.
She'd been toying with this idea for a while now. Turning it over in her mind. Would it be a step too far, maybe? Or cross a boundary that hadn't even been established? She shook the doubts out of her mind.
Boundaries could be pushed a little for today. The boy needed nutrients. She thought, reaching into the back of a cupboard to retrieve a slightly oversized baby bottle meant to accommodate adults. She'd bought it for herself, what seemed like a lifetime ago. Never ended up using it. Her thumb ghosted over the baby blue paw-print design on the bottle itself as she made for the sink to give it a rinse.
Milk, unsweetened protein powder, vanilla extract, sugar… and a sprinkle of cinnamon for good measure. It all went into the clean bottle before getting a thorough shake. Coyote wasn't keen on the fact her concoction had to be cold, but she knew from experience that warm protein powder tasted abhorrent. She wasn't about to inflict that upon the kid.
“Sorry for the wait, bugs. I'm here now.” Coyote, somewhat anxiously, kept the bottle concealed behind his back as he joined Robert on the couch. He didn't know exactly why he felt nervous to offer it to the guy. They hadn't discussed it in the past. It hadn't come up. But Coyote was desperate to get anything substantial into her friend before the day ended.
Robert instinctively leaned against Coyote's warm, solid body and curled into her side. He was so tired, and his body ached in ways he couldn't even begin to place. He wanted to disappear into the comfort and safety of the moment instead of staying in reality. He wished he could.
She put one arm around him and let him nestle into her, returning Ducky to his arms from between the cushions. She turned the TV on, which seemed to only run the kids' channel since she'd gotten cable, and lowered the volume until it was barely audible.
Robert stirred from his light dozing when he felt his friend squeeze his shoulder. He made a small sound of confusion, looking up at her.
“You know how I said I wanted to try something with you?” Coyote started tentatively.
“Uh-huh?”
“Could you give this stuff a shot for me? See if you like it?”
She showed Robert the bottle. The thing looked unassuming, like there was nothing but plain milk inside. She watched his face change from confusion to deliberation, then hesitant acceptance.
“Okay… for you.” Robert mumbled, almost whispered, and took the bottle from Coyote's hand. He wouldn't have chosen something like this on his own. He'd never felt clumsy enough to need the spill prevention, nor fuzzy enough to consider a bottle for comfort. But he saw no reason to protest now.
He eyed it for a moment. Turned it upside-down. Shook it. He had to resist twisting off the top to smell its contents.
“It's not gonna bite you.” Coyote mused with an easy smile, making Robert hide his face in mild embarrassment.
He did feel vaguely empty… He felt his stomach twist with anticipation at the thought of giving this mystery milk a try and gave it an experimental sip.
“Mmm!” Robert smiled up at Coyote around the bottle, making her laugh. “Is it good?” She giggled behind her hand, getting an emphatic nod in response.
“I know you like sweet stuff, soooo… I hoped you'd like this too.” The shapeshifter gave her friend a pat on the head, ruffling his hair.
Robert only responded with a low, contented hum. Letting his head settle against Coyote's chest as he figured out how to drink from the unfamiliar mouth piece.
Coyote turned the TV volume back up. She appreciated that the looney tunes still aired, absently following the shenanigans on screen. Her own muscles relaxed into the soft couch cushions. Knowing that her friend wouldn't be going to bed on an empty stomach soothed her.
Robert seemed to be half asleep by the time he'd finished his bottle, chewing on the silicone top as he struggled to keep his eyes open. He felt leagues better. And a little bad. He wouldn't have been so difficult earlier had he known he was hungry…
The relative silence of the room was broken by the sound of Beef's nails clicking on the hardwood. Having just woken up from his evening nap, the little dog strutted from Coyote's bedroom, right up to the pair, and put his front paws on the edge of the couch.
Robert smiled and reached out to his dog, giggling quietly when he happily licked his hand.
“Hii Beeeeef~ D’ya have a good nap?” He slurred as he wiggled his fingers at the chihuahua, who only wagged his tail impossibly faster.
Coyote grinned and reached over her friend to scoop up their new companion.
“Up you come-” She muttered, placing the dog down beside them. He didn't waste any time in getting comfortable, plopping himself down against the back of Robert's legs and resting his head on his paws.
Coyote scratched behind the little dog's ears until Robert's small voice broke through the quiet.
“M’ sorry.” He mumbled. “For earlier.”
“What?” Coyote's own ears flicked with the momentary confusion.
“Fussy.” Robert almost whined.
“Ohhh. Oh, bud. That's okay, really.” Coyote's hand came to rest on her friend's shoulder, rubbing her thumb back and forth in reassurance.
“Annoying… for you.”
“A little, maybe.” Coyote laughed quietly. “But I'd say more frustrating than annoying. When I know having something in you would be good, but you don't.”
Robert whined for real this time, hiding his face in the crook of his arm.
“I'm not frustrated with you, though. I promise. It's not like you're doing it on purpose.”
Robert shook his head, no.
“See? We're both still figuring out what works. That's gonna take… as long as it takes, I guess.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Beef's soft snores and the quiet noise of the TV filled the room once again. One beat, two.
Robert raised his head, the sleeve of the hoodie he'd borrowed from Coyote slightly damp with tears.
“Can I… have another one?” He asked sheepishly, gesturing to the empty bottle in his hand.
“Yeah, bud. Let's just see if I can get up without waking the Beefster.”
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There's also an art piece to go along with this story! Feel free to check it out if you haven't seen it yet!
okay that's it please don't eat me dispatch fandom...👋🐶
Btw if ur scared to go to build a bear bc you think the workers will judge you. Don't be. I went to the Cedar Point Build a Bear wearing shorts, a kids shirt, and bouncing around with my caregiver and I am 100% everyone there knew I was some kind of regressor and the workers were not only very nice about it, they also even treated me smaller. For all the other adults the ceremony only did like one or two things to avoid embarrassing them or whatever but for me they did everything. They did the whole nine. Absolutely incredible 100% would recommend they even helped me pick out my bear's clothes and one of them was also a regressor I'm p sure
I just recently got my first Build A Bear at 17! It was one of the best, healing experiences of my life 💕 I went with my momma because it meant more to me to get it with a parent (who actually cared coughcough) - I thought I would be fine but the moment the nice worker told me to hug my bear I sobbed. Despite that, she treated me so nicely and let me do the whole experience! I wish I had done the bath bit though,, but other than that it was so special and I finally have a piece of a childhood I didn’t get. I should show yall pictures of Serenity! Anyways,, so basically - after all my ranting,, If you are an age regressor and never got to or want to experience Build A Bear again then please do so! The workers will not judge you, nor make you feel embarrassed - in fact I felt so welcomed and accepted! 🩵🩵🩵
"Come, sweetheart. Lie down here with me. You should know too well already how bad it is to burn the candle at both ends. Rest, and we'll figure it all out later. Together."
