#self insert comfort

[shroomies-world]

♥︎Day Out♥︎

[takeyourhands]

anyways shout to everyone who has a comfort s/i. like just the one or two self inserts that we're the most attached to and get happy thinking abt that version of ourselves.

[shroomies-world]

❤️‍🩹Taking Small Baby Steps🍼

Story length: Short Story

Word count: 1,816

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

NOTE: This will involve soft tickles and hurt/comfort scenario and age regression.

Before you assume anything, Age Regression is NOT the same as ageplay. Ageplay is pretending to be a child while your partner is being a dom mommy or daddy, while agere/age regression is a coping mechanism of childhood trauma, abuse etc. Age play should NOT be confused with age regression but unfortunately some people mix them up. Age play is a kink while Age regression is a coping activity as the brain makes you feel, act, talk like the age of the child you're regressing as.

DISCLAIMER: This is a self insert story!! I see Stanford Pines (Gravity Falls) as a father figure to cope with the trauma I've struggled to heal from my biological father. If any of this makes you uncomfortable I'd suggest block me or block the tag #shroomies-agere so you won't be affected by it.

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of emotional, verbal and mental abuse, parental trauma, child abuse

It was the middle of the day. Birds chirping, bees buzzing, flowers blooming. It was a nice day. Until it started to rain.. well. Nice things can't last forever can't they? It's may be sad but it's why we must value things in life. Even if it's… well.. 10 minutes. Which didn't feel like 10 minutes. It felt like.. four. Which is odd to say since the time on the clocks look like they've been wound up faster than they should've. It's only Stanford and Liam today since Stanley is taking the twins out to see a movie in the movie theater. Liam didn't felt like coming.. which was odd. Liam would always go to the movie theaters. Why is he rejecting the offer all of the sudden? Well according to Ford, Liam doesn't look well. Liam even stated he didn't felt well in the head. So Ford and Liam are together at him for the day until the other uncle and the two young kids get back.

Stanford washed his hands with soap in the sink. He was just about finished washing his hands. His sleeves where up to his elbows whistling an old folk tune he's heard. It must be very old then..

Soon after washing his hands he was planning on going to check on Liam to make sure he's okay. He didn't want to invade the boys privacy but.. he had a gut feeling that Liam isn't okay in there. His knuckles met with the painted wood.

“Liam..?” He softley called out.. no answer. “Liam, my boy. Can we talk for a moment..? I'm not mad, I can assure you that.” He lets the boy know that he's not in trouble. But still. Not a voice speaking out. He reached his hand out to the knob but stopped. He didn't want to intrude but this was worrying. “Liam, I'm coming in.” Stanford lets out a soft warning of himself walking into the boys room.

Liam was curled up against the wall. Hugging himself. He wasn't.. himself. What happend? Did something trigger him? “Liam… goodness are you okay?” The scientist's voice was soft and whispery. He reached a hand out to the boy but before he could touch him, Liam pulled away and cried harder.. he had something in his hand.. a.. customize pacifier? Where did he get that? When did he get that? Or even HOW?

“Is.. that a pacifier?” Stanford asked. The boy nodded. Not answering with full words. He whines to himself and softley hits his head..he babbled.

“What?..”

“Mmm..”

“What was it you said?”

“....B..ba..”

“Ba..”

“Baba..”

Baba… hmm.. is that.. a word that Ford never heard of? Well of course it is, he never heard that word in his life! “Tell me.. what's baba?” Ford questions the huddled teen. He pointed at the old man “Me..? I'm baba?” He pointed himself at his chest with a index finger of his. The boy nodded.

After a few moments of silence Ford walked toward the boy with arms out. The boy was shooken and began to cry. Not wanting to be touched. Ford backed away a bit with his arms up. “Okay.. okay. I won't touch you.” He assured.

Was this a trauma response..?

That was Stanford's only guess. He could try to get some answers. “Liam.. are you scared?” He knelt down to the level of the boy against the wall. Liam didn't answer.. he curled up against the wall in the corner still. He didn't answer that. Maybe he doesn't want to talk. He popped the pacifer in his mouth and looked away from eye contact.

Ford had to think of someway for Liam to communicate.. he looked around.. a Minecraft spider plush with a squeaker inside. He grabbed it and slid it to Liam. “Hey.. Liam.. we're going to play a game okay?” Ford lets out an idea. Looking at Liam. Liam nodded slowly grabbing the plushie. “I'll be asking you questions. As I do, press that squeaker once for no and twice for yes.. you think you could do that?” Ford smiled warmly. It took thought in Liams brain but he soon understood that and gave a nod.

“Alright..” Ford inhaled and exhaled. “Are you okay?” Ford asked. Watching Liams hands on the spot of the plushie where the squeaker is. A squeak.. he's not okay.. what's wrong?.. What happened?

“Are you afraid of something..?” There was a squeak. No.. not of someTHING. “Then.. of someone I assume?” Ford asked. The hands pressed the squeaker twice. Yes.. someone made Liam scared.

“Is it Stanley?”

Squeak..

“Mabel?”

Squeak..

“Dipper?”

Squeak..

“...The triangle?”

Squeak..

Who else would made Liam afraid..? Unless.. unless his… biological father was brought up out of the blue by his brain.

“Is.. it… him..?” Stanford made a heartbreaking question. It made the boy shiver by thinking that. Two squeaks. It was quick.

“Did you have a nightmare..about him?”

Squeak squeak

“...Was he trying to hurt you?”

Squeak squeak

“And.. it triggered you to be like this..?”

Squeak squeak.

This was so painful to see Liam in pure

despair and terror just because he dreamt of his biological father getting to him. Ford always had a hatred of that son of a bitch. He always had.

Ford frowned sadly. This was horrible.. “Can.. I tell you something?” Ford remained sitting against the wall with his legs crossed. Waiting for a no or a yes. Two squeaks..

Ford sighed.. he softley explained of his troubles and his worries of himself and his own father. Fillbrick.

“Me and Stanley's father wasn't good.. as well. He was always mean and belittling everything my brother does and he wants me to make millions of dollars to get him and Ma out of the house we lived in at the time… He wasn't.. the best dad. Nor was a good one. I can't get those insults of what he said to my brother out of my head…” He groaned. Pulling off his glasses and rubbing his face. This was a sensitive spot to poke at. “He..sometimes would hurt Stanley. Only with his hands of course but.. it didn't made it any better..” Ford frowned greatly.

“But now..” He paused. Grabbing a Creeper plushie. His finger coiled around its body. “I vow not to be like that monster.” He looked at Liam. Silence played once again. Liam grabbed a notebook and a marker and wrote something. It was rushed so it would look sloppy but Ford didn't care. He wants to know if this was a trauma response or not. Which he 90% thinks it is.

The boy slid it across the floor to the man's feet. He picked it up and his eyes read.

“I iz ageres” alot of grammar is placed here but it surely didn't look like it was written on accident. Definitely on purpose. “Hm.. agere...” He repeated that phrase. He had to get to the bottom of what on this earth is ‘agere’. “Liam. I will be right back okay…?” Ford's hand grasped his glasses to place them back on his face before he stood up slowly. Careful not to scare or spook him. There was two squeaks.

Ford nodded and left the room. Closing it gently behind him as he walked to his lab and research it. Agere. Searched. Gosh.. so many articles..and there's a meaning to it too.

Agere also known as Age Regression is a coping mechanism method where someone reverts to a child like mind. This also reverts to a behavior like a child as well. People may engage this with childlike clothes, objects and activities.

Example: using baby-talk, whining, baby like movements, holding a toy or a infant like object that is used like a pacifier, dressing like a child etc.

So that's what Liams deal is.. age regression.. it made Ford's heart burst with sadness. This Is awful. Terrible even.. this what Liam is dealing with. This is why Liam isn't talking and practically using morse code with a plushies squeaker.

He stood up and went out of the lab to go check on Liam now he has knowledge of it now. He knocked on the door. “Liam..? It's me again.. I've done some research on what this means.. and.. I'm terribly sorry you felt like this..” the scientists fingers rubbed the door like it was a person. “I'll still love you even if you're regressed to a childs mind.” He spoke out. That caught Liam since he opened the door shyly. Stanford knelt down and softley smiled. “Heeyy..” He said with warmth. “Are you okay..?” He sat on on his knees as his hands clasped together. Liam revealed himself with a Eeyore onsie.. he shook his head.

“My.. that looks comfy.” Stanford made conversation. “Is that… what they say.. Eeyore? The donkey right?” The scientist went into full fatherly mode now. Liam nodded. “You look adorable..” He complimented.

“Mmm..” Liam walked over to hug Ford. “You want a hug..? Does Eeyore want a little huggie wuggie?” He chuckled. Making Liam stim out of excitement. “Someones happy huh?” He brushed the hair out of Liam's eyes to look at them. Liam smiled shyly with the pacifier in his mouth. He mumbled and giggled muffedly. “D'awww..” The scientist gently scribbled his fingers down the boy's sides with both hands. Ford chuckled at the boy who's softly squirming and giggling “What's wrong? Ticklish there my boy?” He nuzzled his nose along the boys’.

The boy rested against his father figures chest. Feeling comforted by him and safe at the same time. He felt a soft kiss on the cheek as the hands stopped. “I love you, Liam.. don't forget that okay..? No one would hurt you while I'm here..” He smiled. Hugging the boy tightly but not too tight to crush him. Liams arms tightened around Fords shoulders and neck.

END

[hrng-soupp]

From the Stars: A Friendly Chat (part 2)

Platonic Zoro x OC comfort

Part 1

Continued self insert drabble. Still really short and barely proofread. I can only really write in short bursts tbh.

CW: SH (skin picking a single mention of blood), description of autistic meltdown, a lot ugly crying with snot 😔, slightly ooc Zoro

It’s not the first time I’ve joined Zoro in the crows nest. He usually just trains and sometimes, if I’m up to it, I’ll join him. Tonight is not one of those times.

Zoro doesn’t say anything as he sits down. I sat down next to him, not saying anything either. A lot of people say Zoro isn’t a good person to talk to when you need to open up about something. They definitely have a point. The silence is so awkward.

I glance in his direction. He’s not saying anything. He’s not even looking at me. I take a deep breath before speaking.

“Can I ask you something?”

Zoro lets out a grunt in response, waiting for me to continue.

”Do you think… Do you think I made the right choice? Becoming a pirate?”

Zoro turns towards me, eyebrow raised, “huh? where the hell did that come from?”

I sigh, “I don’t know. I’ve just been thinking about it a lot. When I first got here, Luffy gave me a choice; I could either stay on that island or come with him and become a pirate.”

Zoro just stares at me.

”There’s a part of me that is scared I made the wrong choice. For a long time I just got in the way. I didn’t know anything about sailing or fighting. I literally ran away and hid during every single fight.” I keep my gaze down on my hands. “Even after training for two years, I’m still so behind. All of you are so strong, and yet I’m so..” I let out a strained chuckle, “I’m honestly shocked I haven’t died or something.”

“Why do you always do that?”

I looked over at him, confused, “Do what?”

“You talk like you aren’t one of us. Like you’re a stranger or something.”

My eyes widen, before I relax and look down at my hands again.

”You’ve been a part of the crew since before we went to Skypeia. It’s been three years.”

I start to pick at the skin on my fingers. “That’s not really a long time.”

”It’s long enough.”

”I’m not really.. from here, Zoro.”

“So?”

My finger is bleeding now. “No matter what I do or how long I’ve been here, I’m an outsider, Zoro. I never know what anyone is talking about, and no one ever knows what I’m talking about, either. I don’t belong here… OW!” I bring my hands up to where Zoro hit me on the head. “What the hell was that for?!”

”You’re being an idiot.”

”hah???”

”You’re one of us. You’re not some kind of outsider. You’re our friend.”

”Yeah, but-“

”Do you seriously think any of us care about that? Who cares where you come from? You’re here now. Anyone who says otherwise is an idiot.” He reaches over and grabs one of my hands.

I bite my lip, trying to stifle the sob threatening to slip out. ”You’re our crewmate and we want you here. Yeah, maybe we don’t know what you’re talking about sometimes, but we care about what you have to say.”

The tears are falling freely now and I bring my knees up to hide my face. My body shakes with silent cries. Zoro doesn’t say anything else, he just places a hand on my head and moves me to lean on him.

Time seems to slow down as I cry. I apologize in between sobs, digging my face into his shoulder. My body shakes and flails from how hard I scream. My nails dig into his back from how hard I hug him. It’s uncontrollable now. I’m screaming bloody murder, my face covered in snot, tears, and saliva. Through all of it, I still apologize to him. Zoro sits perfectly still in silence, not judging, just acting as something to hold on to. I rock back and forth, throwing my head back before quickly bringing it back to hit him on the shoulder. I am filled with shame but I can’t seem to stop. The world feels like too much. I feel too much. Yet Zoro continues to sit there in silence, looking straight ahead. I bite down on his shoulder to stifle more of my sobs. He’s covered in the mess I’ve made, but he doesn’t say a word.

It feels like I cry for hours, and before I know it, I’ve completely exhausted myself. I let out mumbled apologies as my eyes grow heavy.

Zoro lets out a quiet sigh as he looks at me, asleep on his shoulder.