Hey team, how would we feel if I wrote a Langdon/Whitaker fic where Langdon is a little and Robby was his caregiver up until their falling out? So Frank hasnât had a caregiver or let himself regress for nearly a year and he winds up slipping and Dennis finds out? Iâm thinking of a very protective Dennis shocking Frank by defending him/wanting to take care of him.
Unrelated but Iâm also thinking about agere Robby after that finale. Want to write him with either cg!Jack OR cg!Reader because I think a lot of us want to swaddle and rock that man right now.
Whiny. Very whiny. And pouty. Good luck. Wants to hold hands constantly and hates not being the center of attention. Deep insecurity from being compared to Wesker, and feels like he's worthless.
Definitely a young little. Wants to be picked up and held and loved constantly. If he cant (because you're busy), he'll at least loiter nearby until you can give him attention.
Has a stuffed animal that reminds him of you that he loves deeply. Whenever you're away or too busy, he'll carry it around. If you have a perfume/cologne/deodorant, he'll spray it on the plush so that it smells like you. If you find your shirts missing, look to him first.
More of a puzzle type. Give him a rubix cube and he'll be entertained long enough to get work done. Its not just the solving part, the sensory part of moving his hands and feeling the sides click makes it enjoyable for him too.
Victor knows what you two are up to, and sees it as an 'experiment', and offers to take care of Zeno. If you are truly desperate, he is ok with lend his help so you can get things done. Not as malicious as he seems, just genuinely interested.
Deep insecurities. Asks if he's handsome or if his drawings are good and if hes smart and everything. Very sensitive emotionally as well because of it. The best way to soothe him is to just cuddle him. Would only really act out because he wanted your attention.
Post Elpis, he's adjusting to being 'truly' human. Expect quite a few injuries as he realizes he cant reattach his limbs or immediately snap back anymore. But, the constant pain from the virus is gone too. He's able to accept his appearance more with it gone.
Loves to make little drawings for you and leave them on your bed/desk, or even run up to you with them. Gets happy when he sees his art on the fridge or hung up somewhere else.
Being babied is a must! Loves to have a pacifier or something else in his mouth, and enjoys bottles too. Night time is easy for him. A few soft praises and a warm bottle and he's out like a light.
A clingy but sweet little. With your help and enough time, he can feel less insecure. Victor always lingers in the background, ready to help if necessary. Threat or promise? Who knows. But he *guesses* he can come over to play.
OMG I JUST DREAMT OF This ok so imagine trying to convince a regress Hector to come out of the vents to be cared for like reader hears crying in the vents and feels bad for him and Hector thinks heâs too ugly to be cared of which causes him to impure regress :(
ofc!! I love agere reqs!
little!hector x caregiver!reader (nonsexual/not romantic during regression)
You had come to see Hector through the vent in your bedroom as always, listening to him ramble on in a deep, confident voice that you knew wasn't really his. He'd talk about business around the house, being that he's in just about every room. He knows everything that goes on, even if he's only really interested in what you do all day.
"The Hanks, I helped them with one of their sports thingies the other day. I don't really understand the appeal, butâ" Hector continues until he's cut off by you clearing your throat.
"Hector... are you ever going to let me see your face?" You ask, knowing it's probably not a good idea. He's sensitive, especially when it comes to his face. It's honestly something that you've fallen in love with, though you still wish to love all of him.
"You- you want to what?" Almost immediately, Hector's confident tone is replaced by his usual voice. Shaky, unsure, even slightly embarrassed. He's always been good at keeping up his front around you, but when it slips, so does he.
"I promise you can show me. You know I'd never judge you, love." You attempt to reassure the vent, only to be met with a quiet sniffling sound. Your eyes go wide, realizing the source must be Hector.
"I... I need to go now." His voice sounds small, and he's obviously in tears. Before you can even reply, you hear a shift in the vent, followed by the air turning off. Hector must have gone back to the attic.
You make your way to the attic Dorian, looking up to him for... any kind of advice, really. He gives you a nod, as if confirming that Hector is indeed up here.
"I really didn't mean toâ" You start, only for Dorian to nod again. He knows. He, like Hector, is all over the house.
"He's alright. I suppose he'll need a great deal of comforting. Just don't judge what you see." Dorian moves aside, allowing you entry. He places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes gently before letting you pass.
You make your way to Hector, finding him curled up in his corner near Memoria and Artt. Neither of them seem to judge the situation too harshly. They understand both your curiosity and Hector's insecurity.
Hector slowly looks up at you, his bottom lip quivering slightly. He tries to speak, only for a sob to come instead. He buries his head in his hands, hiccuping through cries that echo around the attic.
You sit beside him, guiding his body to yours. Your arms wrap around him, one hand resting on his back and the other resting on his head. He buries his face against your chest, wanting to hide himself from the world.
"Hector, you're beautiful. You never have to worry about me not liking you because of your looks." You coo at him, raking your fingers through his curls and watching them bounce back into place.
He shyly looks up, his big brown eyes still filled with tears. As soon as he sees your kind face staring back at him, he seems to calm down. Gradually, he stops shaking, the tears stop coming, and his sniffling is all that remains. He places his chin on your shoulder, arms coming to wrap around you.
"You... you think I'm beautiful?" He asks quietly, his voice still quivering. All he needs is reassurance, to be shown a genuine love that he hasn't felt in so long. You hold him tighter.
"Of course I do. You're just as beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside." You reply, your voice gentle and calm. You decide you'll have to have a conversation about your relationship, but that'll be for later. Right now, you've got your Hector to take care of.
Hi! I was wondering if you could do little!shadow milk cookie x cg!reader? Like imagine shadow milk cookie is regressed and being fussy and pouty, so reader decides to cheer him up my ticking him. Also you can choose what made him so fussy!
I absolutely can, thatâs adorable! Iâve never really thought of little!Shadow Milk before, but thatâs probably because all of the agere requests Iâve gotten of him are CG! requests. Is it just me, or do Little!Readers always get more fics? Iâm not complaining, itâs just a pattern thing. (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)
âNo, baby! You can keep playing later, right now itâs nap time.â You scolded lightly, trying to remove the toy from your little oneâs grasp. He huffed and held it closer, pouting and puffing up his cheeks.
âNo!â He shouted, kicking his feet at you when you tried to grab his toy again. You sighed, he was always so hard to deal with whenever he decided to throw a tantrum. You kneeled down to his level, âYouâre getting tired and cranky, sweetheart. Come on, youâll feel better after a nap. Iâll let you take Mr. Bunny with you.â You offered gently, trying to cool down the situation. He gave it some thought, then shook his head stubbornly âNo, I donât wanna take a nap!â. Honestly it wasnât anything new for him to hate nap time, but today seemed like more of a struggle than usual. You couldnât help but wonder if recent events had something to do with it. âAre you still pouting over that meanie that took your Soul Jam?â You asked, brushing some of his messy hair out of his face, and the big grumpy frown he gave you told you all you needed to know.
He wasnât going to be letting it go anytime soon, was he? Frankly speaking, most people wouldnât. You sighed, trying to think of some way to kill two birds with one stone: get his mind off said meanie, and tucker him out so he goes down for a nap. You then smiled to yourself, having the brilliant idea to fight fire with fire. You fully sat down beside him, crossing your legs out in front of you and propping yourself up casually.
âAlright, baby, you win. We can play a little more.â You said, already putting your plan into full motion. His face lit up âOkay!â, immediately accepting the offer he jumped into your lap, laughing as you let out a little âOof!â. He really thought he won, didnât he? Unlike what transpired a while ago. But now was not the time to dwell on that, the witches know bringing it up again would send you straight back to square one. No, no. Now was the time to take action and send his butt straight to bed! You chuckled and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer. âComfy, sweetheart?â You asked, he nodded, âGood⊠because the tickle monsterâs coming to get ya!â Without leaving any room to argue, you immediately started tickling his little tummy.
He immediately squealed and started giggling, kicking his legs again, âNooo! Hehehehe! Hehehe! No tickle monster!â He protested. You knew he didnât mean it, though. He always loved when the âtickle monsterâ came to get him. You leaned your head over and blew a raspberry on his neck, making him squeal with delight once more, âHehehehehe! Hehehehe! Hehehe!â He couldnât even say anything without thousands of giggles pouring out. You kissed his cheek, then started nomming on it like you were eating it, âNum num num! Ooh, I could just eat you up!â.
With each passing moment, the little oneâs laughter was growing louder and louder. You didnât stop, though. You kept tickling him, even as he wriggled and squirmed like a little jellyworm. Both of you knew he needed this, after all.
With one hand still on his tummy, you reached the other over and started pinching his knees, âTickle tickle tickle! Tickle tickle tickle!â You grinned as he started kicking even more. However, you couldnât help but notice that his giggles were getting softer and his eyes were growing heavy. Your plan was working flawlessly! You put your arm under his legs and scooped him up, carrying him while still tickling him- but the tickles were growing softer as well. You double-checked to make sure you had Mr. Bunny with you; after all, you promised youâd let him take the little toy to bed. When you were finally in his room, you set him down in the crib. It was white and it had a mobile of blue sheep and twinkling stars attached.
As much as he tried to fight it, he couldnât stay awake longer. As soon as the little oneâs head hit his soft pillow, his eyes instantly closed. You gave his tummy a couple more pokes, then set down his toy beside him and pulled his blue and white checkered quilt over him. You gave the mobile a little twirl, set a sippy full of water on the table close by, and kisses his forehead gently. âSweet dreams, baby. Iâll be here when you get up.â You whispered. You then left the room, turning off the light as you went, and shut the door behind you.
The end.
Ahh! So cute!! Anywho, I hope you enjoyed. It does feel a little shorter than my normal fics and I do apologize for that.
You know Megan just as well as you know yourself at this point. You met during Dream Academy, and she was the first girl you would have truly called a friend. You two had gotten close enough for her to tell you about her regression almost immediately after debuting. It had taken a little bit to get used to but it was Megan so of course you embraced it with open arms as soon as you understood. By now, you understand all of her little quirks and habits in her headspace, and when she wants to be in it.
Megan could be a clingy regressor but that was only amplified when she was particularly tired or sick. The tour had made her regression somewhat difficult because she would bounce between being the most energetic little in the world and a very sleepy and drowsy little. And then now that the tour was over all the exhaustion and stress and everything else she had been suppressing hit Megan hard. Which meant now you had a definitely sick, very tired, cranky, and clingy Megan.Â
But it wasnât as if your work life stopped just because the tour ended. In fact, rehearsals seemed to return in full force since they wanted to cram before the seven of you split off for the holidays. Megan was insistent on powering through the first 2 days with the sickness since it didnât seem so bad. She was sniffling and her throat hurt but other than that it didnât seem like it would really incapacitate her. But on the third day, you really had to set your foot down. You had woken up early to check on her just to find her already awake in her bed. Her nose was red and tissues were scattered all around her.Â
Her eyes widened when you spotted her and quickly paused whatever it was she was watching on her ipad. You got a glimpse of it as you sat down next to her recognizing the old YouTube video compilations. It was a sure sign that she was regressed meaning the sickness would be even harder on her physically and mentally. You let out a small sigh when she erupted into a small coughing fit âOh babyâŠyou cannot go to rehearsal today.â Your voice is firm enough that youâre hoping the little one wonât protest. Itâs a true testament to how bad she must be feeling that she doesnât even shake her head or protest at all.Â
Megan just looks at you for a long moment before speaking up âY/n/nâŠcuddles?â Her voice is so hopeful and so raspy that you canât help but melt. You know youâre putting yourself at risk of getting sick by pulling her into your lap but you canât help it. She snuggles deeper into you while you fumble with your phone to update the rest of the girls. Almost immediately after your text is sent a flood of concerned messages fills the group chat. You show them to Megan who musters a weak smile. âIâm gonna let management know that neither of us can come in today okay?â You soothe and she nods shifting a little so she wasnât in the way as you called your instructor for the day.
You took a deep breath before speaking as soon as they picked up âHey! Unfortunately, both Megan and I are feeling very under the weather and I donât think weâll be able to be in rehearsal today. Neither of us wants to get the others sick or worsen our own conditions.â You rattle on for a moment making up the fact that you were sick. You knew there would be no way they would let you stay home if you werenât sick. The instructor let out a long sigh before speaking up âMake sure to rest and hydrate.â Was all the woman said before she hung up sounding only mildly disgruntled. You smiled down at Megan feeling a sense of relief that they didnât seem too annoyed.
The younger girl just shifted back so she was resting more comfortably in your lap. You smoothed down her hair âIâm going to get you some tea okay Mei Mei?â You informed and then her hand was latching onto your arm. A whine escaped Megan and her eyes were wide with annoyance at the prospect of you leaving her. You frown a little âMegan I just want to get some supplies to make you feel better.â You murmured attempting to soothe her and she just shook her head stubbornly. âOkay baby, why donât you come with me while I make your tea? We can grab anything else you need.â You add and she furrows her brows clearly considering it. âFineâ she huffed and you chuckled, your tone laced with fondness.
She stumbles behind you to the kitchen and you glance at the dishes in the sink making a mental note to finish those later. You easily lifted Megan to sit on the counter while you rummaged around for everything you needed for tea. You find the bags for her favorite herbal tea and pull one out resting it in the sippy cup. You return to focusing on the water in the kettle. Sheâs kicking her legs while looking around a bit, her eyes hazy. You rest your hand against her forehead frowning lightly. âAlright Mei youâve got a bit of a low temperatureâŠweâre gonna get you some hot tea and bundled up okay?â A frown mars the little's face and you suppress a small sigh at the sight.
You cup her cheeks and playfully shake her head and a smile crosses her face. âWant the snow blanketâ she informs rather seriously a bit of fussiness entering her voice. You know sheâs referring to the white blanket Daniela had gotten her the last time she had gotten sick. You press a kiss to her forehead and check on the kettle before setting off to find the blanket. You find it under her bed and tug it out before returning to the kitchen. Meganâs face softens at the sight of it and sheâs reaching out making grabby hands for it. You grin and wrap her in it just as the kettle begins to whistle. You pour it into the sippy cup and attach the lid after adding some honey and milk.
Megan is immediately holding her hands out for it with a pout and you laugh. âBaby give it a few minutes to cool. Do you need anything else while we're here?â You ask, reaching out to rub her back gently. She contemplates it for a moment but eventually shakes her head and you help her down from the counter before grabbing the tea and following her back to her room. âHolâ me y/n/n pweaseâ she requests as soon as youâre both settling back into her bed. You change your position so that she can lie down essentially on top of you while still being able to see the ipad.Â
You hold the sippy cup while she peruses her YouTube sniffling a few times. She finally picks something and you roll your eyes at the video choice but donât comment. Megan snuggles deep into you and manages to tug the sippy cup out of your hand. Itâs been long enough that it should be cool so you donât protest when she takes a long sip. You watch the video with your chin resting on her shoulder and sheâs still fully bundled up in the blanket. Megan has a few more coughing episodes and sniffles over the course of the next little while. But overall her temperature returns mostly to normal but it has a few fluctuations.
The biggest problem is not actually her sickness, it's the clinginess. You can barely get up to go to the bathroom without her grabbing you with a whine. You adore Megan more than almost anything and you know sheâs sick so you handle it with a smile. You do love cuddling with her so her begging for you to hold her is met with no protest. No matter what she needs youâre all but leaping up to get it for her. Though her request is quickly followed by a pout once she realizes you have to leave to get her thing. You just start bringing her around even though her being utterly buried into her blanket makes it hard to carry her.Â
It is a long two days of her being sick and you feel so bad that you both have missed so many rehearsals knowing sheâs beating herself up. But finally Megan seems healthy enough to return to rehearsals and all the other commitments. She still had a bit of a sniffle but it wasnât anything like it was before. The two of you had woken up a bit early so you would have time to get ready. Megan was back in her big headspace but you were still mostly taking care of her since she was recovering. You had made her a fruit bowl for breakfast and toast for yourself and the two of you sat next to each other at the table. Lara was in the living room pacing and humming under her breath.
You ate breakfast without talking much with both of you on your phones. You were texting Manon warning her to still stay away from the two of you and Megan was posting something on Weverse. Once you finished you put the dishes away and grabbed Meganâs hand with the intention of heading out but she paused halfway to the door. âY/n I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am that you took care of me. I know I was a bit clingy but you were so nice.â She said with a slightly shy smile and your heart melted. âOf course Mei Meiâ you reassured before squeezing her hand and tugging her out the door. You knew despite the clinginess and the sickness you would always be by her side.Â
Iâm 20 years old, Minors feel free to interact with my posts but no Dmâs pls!
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This is my side blog where I wanna write some agere fics for different fandoms!! Mainly x reader/OC but Character/Person x Character/Person as well! Iâm not 100% sure if I wanna open up requests yet as I am very much a mood writer and I could go from writing everyday to not writing for months and I donât want to make anyone wait a long time for their requests! But if I see that Iâm in a mood where Iâm writing consistently Iâll open them up!!
Thoughts and ideas are more than welcomed! Just remember there's no guarantee I'll do your idea as I'm not taking official requests!!
warnings: spoilers for aot ofc, armin being a very insecure lil guy, slight emetophobia mention
if you donât like age regression, kindly block me and just move on âșïž
đŠhe is SUCH an environmentally sensitive little. argue with the WALLLLL
đłarmin the type of little to cover his ears when in a loud area (especially if thereâs like fireworks going off or something loud like that)
âarmin, are you okay?â
covering his ears with tears in his eyes: ââoo loudâŠâ
đȘŒget him sensory gear of some kind (i.e., earplugs) and he will actually cry
đĄlowk thinks he doesnât deserve all the pampering (pls validate him :c)
đLOOOOVES any sea themed storybooks for children
đŠwhen you get to the beach expect him to be nothing but smiling and giggling and picking up shells to give you
âi gots dis for âou! :)â holding out a conch he found for you
gasp âfor me? oh why thank you, armin! arenât you just the sweetest boy!â
đłtake this boy to some tide pools PLEASE the lil dude is so so curious
đȘŒi think heâd do well w any gender cg, he just needs someone to put his trust in when he does slip into that tiny headspace :(
đĄi think he regresses anywhere between 2-6 years old, definitely some time before the wall was destroyed by the colossal titan
đa rather quiet little, probably looks at his cg like o.o at all times
đŠfavorite nicknames to be called: minnie baby, tiny (for once he likes this nickname. considering he was picked on and undoubtedly called tiny or runt or similar nicknames in a derogatory way :c), little conch (donât tell armin i said this but thatâs absolutely his fav!!)
đłcalls his cg either mama/dada/bubba i think
đȘŒsea themed bath toys!!
đĄalways worrying about being a bother :(
âdonâ wanna make mama/dada/bubba upset :câ
âminnie baby, you can never make me upset. youâre doing just fine!â
ââou mean it? đ„čâ
đbut with time and grace that you can show him, heâll get better
đŠthe wettest, SADDEST eyes youâve ever seen not even kidding. even something like a bad texture would set him off
âhey tiny, whatâs goinâ on? why are we upset?â
armin, pouting about a sherpa blanket he brushed against in a store, with tears in his eyes already: ânuâ nice feelâŠâ
âohhhh, it was the sherpa huh?â
âyeah <:câ
đłnot opposed to cuddles with his cg at all. in fact, he loves it sm (all that time in the scout regiment probably meant little to no hugs so i highly encourage them)
đȘŒif he slips into a younger headspace, heâll be wayyyy more sleepy and emotional and so so clingy. and he WILL start crying if you leave him for even a second. where you go, armin goes
đĄtoddler headspace armin NEEDS his paci. or heâll start chewing his lip or his fingers (cos nothing can tell me that armin doesnât stim by chewing either his fingertips or his lip)
đsometimes gets a lil sick if he eats a food with a bad texture
âlittle conch, why arenât you eating your sandwich?â
âbread âs soggy :câ gagging
âoh- oh, honey. letâs get you something else to eat then.â already whisking away the sandwich
