#age regressed reader

"Oh, look at you," Vi murmured, her voice humming into a softer register, nearly a croon, that she only used when you were small, "Still fighting it, huh, kiddo?"

You let out a small, trembling huff and pulled the blankie tighter around your shoulders, refusing to look at her. You didn't want to be stubborn, you just couldn't sleep and it was making you fussy.

Vi walked over, the floorboards groaning softly. She sat down right on the edge of the mattress, "Brain won't shut up?" she asked gently.

You nodded once, a tear finally spilling over and tracking down your cheek. You hated feeling this tired and this helpless.

"Come here," she said, opening her arms.

You sniffled and crawled across the blankets and collapsed against her side, burying your face into the side of her neck. Vi’s strong arms wrapped around you. Her hands were rough, covered in calluses and old scars, but to you, they were the safest things in the whole world. She was a wall between you and whatever was making you anxious.

"You don't gotta force it," Vi murmured, her chest vibrating against you as she spoke, which was a lullaby within itself to you, "We can just sit here, peanut."

She began to rock you back and forth in a soft motion. She started tracing slow circles on your back.

"Did I ever tell you about the time Powder tried to build a mechanical rat?" Vi asked softly, her voice taking on a casual, storytelling tone, but still equally as gentle, "She wanted it to steal snacks from Jericho’s shop. It didn't work, it mostly just spun in circles and eventually caught on fire, but man, she was so proud of that thing..."

You listened to the low rumble of her voice, letting the words wash over you without really trying to process them. The thoughts that had been bouncing around your head started to lose their sharp edges, fizzing out.

A massive, jaw cracking yawn caught you off guard. One you could equate to a cat.

Vi let out a quiet, teasing chuckle, leaning her chin gently against the top of your head. "Oh big yawn, yeah? Those lids are looking pretty heavy, little one."

"Not tired," you mumbled into her shirt, your voice soft and small, though your eyes were already half closed.

"Sure you aren't," Vi said, her tone full of affection. She shifted slightly, pulling you down with her as she leaned back against the pillows, "But just in case you change your mind, I should let you know... the monsters are afraid of me. So you're safe."

Hearing those words, the last bit of that anxious energy that had been pent up drained from you, letting yourself fall asleep in her arm, as you felt her gently kiss the crown of you head.

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Such a long day it had been. You wished that merely returning home would've been enough to at least ease some of the exhaustion that latched onto you and persistently tries to drag you down, but luck simply didn't want to grant you that. Every further action sought to drain you further. Pushing open and stumbling through the door, carelessly dropping your belongings aside it, slipping off shoes using the opposite foot, trudging to the bedroom with every step making you consider stopping altogether and just resorting to lying on the floor fully dressed with an empty head for hours. Atleast the door to it doesn't feel like it asks for nearly as much force as the frontdoor to your residence did. You feel desperate to lay down, but you endure a few more steps. Sluggishly peeling the layers of clothing that somehow felt like they were weighing you down and slipping into your pyjamas that feel like a light relief. Now you can flop into the mattress and think about nothing and do nothing and be expected of nothing. The imprint of the arduous day remains seeped in your skin, but at last you can start to rest it off.

And that's when you hear a voice, coming from another room.

"Ohh helloo?" A dramatic and drawn out annoucement of entrance. Oh you know that voice. Why is Dazai here?

Well, whatever. He's probably not going to do something cruel like steal your stuff or damage your property. He's a nuisance sometimes, a presence you enjoy but a presence that likes pushing the buttons of others. You just hope he won't strain you more with any antics. Extreme might not be the right word but he isn't exactly... always sensitive with his nonsense.

You hear him holler out your name a few times. You have no clue what he could possibly want. But you're firm on staying right here under the blankets. If he wants something so bad then he can come here where you lay, he already barged into your home. And that's exactly what he does.

"Ah there you are!" He saunters up to you, hands in his pockets as if intruding into someone's homestead isn't an asinine act. He tilts his upper body sideways as he observes your face, your expression specifically. You stare back hard enough to be able to notice that carefree smirk he always dons falter, but only for less than a second. You doubt he rarely lets it drop for longer than that.

"Well now. Someone's grumpy." Of course he has to open with a remark. He kneels down plopping one knee against the floor at a time, "Long day?" You grumble and let a barely noticable nod speak for you. You don't feel like using your voice. You don't feel like.. being an adult right now, even. So much demanding. So many people looking at you, asking you to do all these tasks and interactions with a bunch of unspoken rules to them. It's life. And that's why you deal with it as best you can, but it's also why you don't want to be in a state where people can't ask things of you. Oh, you're slipping, aren't you?

You wouldn't particularly mind the fact it's in front of Dazai if it weren't for the fact your vocal cords feel like they're also taking the rest of the day off. He's seen you regress before, even situated himself as a sort of caregiver role. Often playing up his goofy personality to get those laughs out of you. But is he going to be able to pick up the fact that you are if you can't express it? You curl up into yourself, you don't want to deal with more worrisome thoughts.

But he surpises you, like he usually does. Reaching past you and grabbing a stuffed animal which he holds up in front of him, the same one that previously managed to get into his possession that he suddenly tossed at you one day and told you to 'take good care of them' then walking off before you could get a word in. "Look! I'm sure they're happy to see you!" He makes the stuffie do a light bounce from side to side, dramatically gasping and acting like it's done of their own accord, "They are, see!" And he's pulls a large smile, trying to pass on the joy to you.

And it works. It's just so sporadic and silly that you can't help but let giggles slip out of you. And you barely catch how his eyes light up at it. He inches the stuffie closer towards you until they're gently bumping against your nose. It illicts more laughter from you and you reach out to transfer it from his hold to your own cuddling grasp. "Aww, aren't you two such good friends." He joyfully says leaning his face into his palm, the other hand reaches out to you facing up. He tends to do it when you find yourself unable to speak. Instead of talking you'll write a word onto his palm.

"Hey, is there anything my baby would want? Food, drink? Maybe an activity like a coloring book, orrr..." He taps his finger against his cheek with eyes up in thought, trying to fetch the information of what you have on hand in his mind. Coloring... Coloring sounds kind of nice right now. Doodling away, happy even when you stray outside of the lines. You place the tip of your index against his hand and spell out C-O-L-O-R. He gets the message clear, giving you a tender smile "Alright. Anything else you'd want me to get while I'm up?" You ponder it for a second. Having your pacifer and something to sip on while you draw would be nice. So you write P-A-C-I and S-I-P-P-Y. When you retract your hand he curtly nods, "Okay! Just a moment, alright? I'll be right back." Before he leaves the hand that was propping his head up goes to pat the stuffed animal laying against you, "This little fellow will keep you company while I'm away." With that he pulls himself upward, only with the help of that same hand that wasn't used to help you communicate. That one remains faced up on the bed until it's pulled away with the rest of him as he exits the room. You figure he was letting you have a chance to reach out to it in case you wanted to tell him something as he was getting up. He was considerate like that. His abilty to think about possibilities and scenarios was behind a lot of the mystery to him. But it was... nice, really nice in moments like this. When he used it to look after someone, indirectly or directly. It made you happy that you were that someone when he's taking care of you in your little state.

True to his word he's back by your side again shortly. Coloring books tucked under his arm with coloring supplies, a pacifier and sippy cup filled with your favorite beverage in his hands. "Here you go, little one." He sets the cup on your nightstand- close enough that you can reach it easily, the books and coloring tools next to you on the bed, and hands you the pacifier which you promptly take into your mouth. Once everything's situated you give him a happy, thankful look, trying to communicate your appreciation through expression. He picks up on it and pats your head affectionately with a muttered "No problem."

There was something that was missing, though. Him. He's just too far and the things he's doing for you, causing you to feel all happy and warm in your regression, makes you want to pull him in for cuddles. So you reach out and take hold of his coat, giving it a few small tugs. "Ohh? Is someone feeling cuddly?" You nod in eagarness. And in response he chuckles, swiftly climbing onto the bed while pulling you into him- not without the dramatics though. He just has to do with flair! Wrapping one hand around your torso and the other hooks under your knees to lift you up for just a moment while he gets settled in. It causes you to burst into a squirmy fit of laughter. He looks at you with a gaze of merriment while he posistions you atop of him and pulls the covers over the both of you. "There we go. All cozy?"

You give him another nod as you come down from your giggling. But still, one last thing you want. You tug at his coat once more, prompting a head tilt, "Huh? You want my coat too?" He already knows, rhetorically asking in a exagerated tone and continuing with a light hearted fake sigh, "Alright. Baby can have my coat. Anything for you." He shifts to sit up slightly and tugs it off his shoulder, with some resistance of having to manually pull it from under him. Once it's off you copy his movement of sitting up to give room and let him slide it over you with you slipping into the sleeves. The fabric has a nice feel, and the body warmth that lingers on it from Dazai adds to it's comfortability. Finally everything is in place and you are satisfied, both of you laying back down with his hand running along your scalp.

With all that you need with you you take one of the coloring books he had fetched alongside your selection between the coloring tools he brought and get to drawing on the page you flipped to. Dazai watches from his posistion of his head plopped ontop of yours, occasionally rubbing his thumb across where it rests on your sides. Your stuffie friend lays on your stomach and watches your creativity flow onto the page, too.

There's a soft, cozy silence in the room- occasionally broken up by Dazai's commentary. Such as idly asking what you'd say the stuffie's favorite color is answered by you lifting up a coloring utensil in that color, him complementing the choice. Some of his comments you aren't able to respond much to, at most making a quick noise or gesture to show acknowledgement. Sometimes neither as your investment in doodling draws you in too much for it to cross your mind. He's not bothered in any amount by it, though. Fully content to sit and spectate. However an idea does wound up popping into his thoughts...

"Hey." He starts in a hushed tone, captivating your attention, "Would you be okay with me using one of your coloring books too? It's alright if not." He doesn't reckon you're likely to get flooded with guilt if you chose to decline, but he tacks on assurance just in case. You, on the other hand, blink at him processing the request. But doing the same thing side by side sounds rather enjoyable, plus it'd be fair to let him occupy his time with something too. So you shake your head yes with a 'mhm' for emphasis. He warmly smiles at your permission, "Great, thanks so much, baby!"

Dazai reaches over, careful to not jostle you or the plushie, and grabs one of the coloring books along with a coloring tool. Cracking it open and flipping through the pages before landing on a picture he likes, he supports it by holding the back of the spine with one hand and uses the other hand to doodle in the lines. Holding it in the air as to not obstruct your vision. You feel light reverberations coming from his chest as he begins to hum to his and yours coloring. You somewhat miss the feel of his hand on your scalp, but you're happy he's enjoying the activity with you. The both of you alternate the colors you're using, placing them down in their own respective piles. One for you and one for him.

The contentful silence continues to strech on, the only noise that fills it are the sounds of coloring against paper, and the occasional flip of the page. You'd finish one drawing then look through the book to find another really nice outline. Like an endless stream of things for you to fill in. Eventually, though, Dazai breaks through the quiet.

"Annd all done!" He exclaims with the arm holding his coloring tool exagertaingly raising into the air then plopping said utensil onto the bed. "How about you? How's yours going along?" He tilts his head to take a look, outstretching his palm for you to write on again. You look over the page, reflecting on how many you've filled in and decide that you're finished as well. You empty you the hand you were using to draw and write into his, 'D O N E'. "Ohh, done as well? Can I see?" You lift up the book more to his level and flip through what you had completed. Dazai gives some commentary such as littles 'ohhs' and 'ahhs' along with praising the colors and prompts of choice. Once you're done he gives a tiny applause, "They look so good! Oh, I know. How about we hang them up somewhere, like the fridge?"

Your eyes spark with intruige. It wouldn't hurt to do so plus it fills you with delight to hear how much he enjoys your finished work. So you merrily nod your head. "Alright! Then I'll go get the scissors so we can get these hung up." Lightly he guides you off him and transfers you back onto the mattress. You watch as he swings his legs over the bed and goes to take his leave. But this time you don't quite feel like waiting. Therefore deciding to gather up the books and follow after him.

He hums a melody as you trail behind him. Not seeming to realize you had tagged along just yet. Not until he sees you in the corner of his vision while he dishes out what he came for from it's container. He appears midly surpised, "Oh hello. Did the little one get lonely waiting for me?" The question seems mostly rhetorical, taking hold of the scissors in one hand and booping you with the other, "I see you brought the coloring books. Aww, my little helper's so sweet." The hand lifts to give you an affirming pat on the head. "May I see those so I can get them all trimmed out?"

You hand over the books to him, switching them over into his grasp which he balances them gripping between fingers and thumb. He gives you a thanks and plops them down on a nearby surface, flipping open the one you had been using first and getting to work with careful precision. You watch on and observe as he seperates page from the spine of the book with diligence but swiftness. Repeating the process for the next handful of drawings you created, then doing the same for his own. In a matter of minutes he has them sorted into their respective piles. "All done!" He gathers them up and evens them out with taps against the surface they laid on.

You're lead over to the fridge next. Dazai offers you the papers, "Would you want to do the honors?" You accept, taking hold of the papers. You press the drawings onto the spots you decide to designate them to while he picks up the magnets, the ones that had gradually littered the fridges over the years, and pins them in place. The two of you stand there for a moment, gazing upon your work. Colors embeded into the paper, nestled against the inky guidelines. He turns to you, hands on his hips proudly, "We did quite well, didn't we? All in a day's work." He streches his arms over his head with an overemphasized yawn, eyes flicking to how much the light has dimmed outside. "I think it's time for us to get some rest, hm~?"

He extends his arms open, an invitation to you. You step forward and let him hoist you up, giving a brief nuzzle against your crown as he strides back to your room. He's warm, firm, and safety. You can't help but begin to doze off, leaning against his shoulder. His hair brushes against you, subtly bouncing with each step, though it isn't an unpleasant feeling. In your bleary state of slipping conciousness you find yourself planted back onto the mattress, Dazai slotting himself behind you. He adjusts the blanket, fixing it over the two of you and it warps and conforms it's shape nicely around your bodies. Comfortable, content, safe. He wraps his arms around your midsection. And three words are the last thing you register before you drift off fully.

"Goodnight, little one."

“Kid? You alright in there?” 

…Silence.

He sighs again, knocking once more. 

“Can I come in, sweetheart?” 

He listens for a moment, and just when he thinks you’re going to leave him without a response, he barely hears the little hum you give from the other side of the door. 

When he pushes open the door he’s sure to do it slowly, making sure he doesn’t do anything too quickly or too suddenly. He stops himself from reacting when he sees how comfortable you’ve made yourself.

You’re thoroughly snuggled up beneath your covers, clutching a plushie to your chest with your knees curled in slightly as you lay on your side. It takes you a moment to pull your eyes away from your TV to look at him, and when you do he can see how glassy and glazed over they are. You babble something softly at him, but it’s not any real words; it’s more of a noise of acknowledgement, just to let him know you see him. 

He closes the door softly behind him, watching your reaction closely as he approaches your bed side to make sure there’s no sign of discomfort. He sees only quiet neutrality as he sets the water and plate on your bedside table.

“…Can I sit, baby?” 

You nod, scooting over a bit to make room for him. Something about the feeling of his weight sinking into the mattress beside you is comforting, more so than you expected. He groans as he sits, as usual, cracking his back before turning to you. 

“Gettin’ too old for this…” 

He smiles at your little giggle, half hidden behind your plush companion. You gaze up at him with a look of fondness, something that hints at your exhaustion but no frustration or sadness, at least not at the moment. You’re tired, that much is clear. You’ve been tired. 

“You okay with touch right now?” Tim asks, keeping his voice low. You think for a moment, then nod, clutching your plush a bit tighter. 

He reaches down slowly, making sure you have ample time to pull away should you change your mind. You don’t, though; instead you snuggle into your pillow a bit more, a little noise of contentment slipping from your lips as his palm comes down gently on your head, scratching softly and brushing some hair out of your face. You push up into his touch instinctively. 

“Hard week, huh?” He mumbles, and you don’t have to respond; you both already know the answer. You don’t usually get like this for no reason. 

“That’s okay. You’re home now, I’ll take care of you. Can I get you to eat and drink a bit for me?”

You have to think about that one for a second, too. He’s relieved when you nod and sit up, though. It’ll do you some good to get a bit of fuel in you. 

He moves to let you sit up, leaning over to grab the water bottle of the bedside table.

“C’mere for me,” He says as he unscrews the cap. 

You move in closer and lean against his chest, handing him your plush so you can take the bottle with both hands. He’s careful to be gentle with it as he puts it in his lap. 

He watches as you lift the bottle to your lips with shaky hands, ready to reach up in case you slip. Fortunately you manage to take a few sips without any issue, wiping you mouth with your sleeve before handing the water back to him. 

“There you go,” He praises softly, “You did good. You want your snack? I brought you some cookies.”

He holds back a laugh when you babble excitedly, tugging at his sleeve as though the issue is quite urgent. He shushes you softly as he reaches over to take a cookie off the plate. You practically snatch it from his hands.

“Calm down, babydoll,” He says with a soft sternness, “You’ll choke. It’s not going nowhere.” 

You only half listen, slowing down as much as you can make yourself but still scarfing down the snack eagerly. Tim can’t help but smile, wrapping an arm around you and leaning down to kiss your forehead. 

“Feel better now that your tummy’s got something in it?” 

You nod, humming a reply through a mouthful of your cookie before swallowing. Once you’ve thoroughly devoured your snack you take to snuggle into Tim’s chest, which he gladly welcomes. You mumble something into his shirt which he doesn’t quite catch. 

“What was that, sweetheart?”

“…Thank you, Papa…” 

…Oh.

It’s not the first time you’ve called him that, but it’s new enough that it still tugs at  his heartstrings a bit. He moves to scoop you up into his lap, pressing another kiss to your forehead and gently rubbing your back in soft circles. 

“You’re welcome, baby,” He replies in a whisper, “Papa’s always gonna take care of you, don’t you worry about that…”

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Lester 100% loves watching cartoons with you

He’ll always lets you pick the cartoon, and he always gets equally sucked into the show as you do🫶🏻

But, before you start your cartoons, Lester always makes sure you’ve taken your vitamins, any medication you might need, and makes sure if there’s anything you need to do that it’s done

If everything you needed to do is done, and you took your vitamins and/or meds, he’ll make you dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets, shaped mac and cheese, and some apple slices for you to snack on. He always keeps your favorite drink on standby!

Sometimes you’ll color and draw while you watch cartoons or while Les cooks your favorite foods

Keeping that in mind, he makes sure to have your favorite coloring book and your markers, crayons, or colored pencils by you whenever you get the urge to color

If not coloring, you’ll ask him to cuddle if he’s not busy with errands and such

And our sweetheart always indulges🫶🏻

Loves big spooning you on the couch while you both watch your favorite cartoons and sometimes snack

You giggled to yourself as you were distracted with watercolours in the dimly lit room. A weighted blanket over your lap and various stuffie frogs laid by your legs as you happily painted on the paper.

Distracted, you didn't hear the muffled, and whispered arguing from outside your room.

"IS OF NOT FAIR??? YOU GOT TO HANG OUT WITH THEM LAST REGRESSION!!!!!" Good whined, stomping his foot.

Angered huffed, rolling his eyes. "OH STOP, IS OF MAKING A SCENE!"

"NO AM NOT!!!!" Good argued.

"HOW ABOUT WE BOTH HANG OUT WITH THEM? THEY ARE ALONE IN THEIR ROOM, WHILE WE IS OF ARGUE!" Angered suggested, turning his gaze to the door.

Good paused from his outburst, blinking, alittle surprised as slowly he nodded in agreement, chewing on his bottom lip in thought.

"I GUESS SO." Good agreed shyly as he lead the way to the door, Angered quickly following behind as both quietly entered your room.

You perked your head up, your eyes widening as you laughed in delight. "Oh! Oh! Join me!" You encouraged.

Both fishies nodded happily, their moods gleefully changing as they joined you on the floor as all of you started to create art, before moving onto old cartoon movies and cuddling!

By the end of the night all of you were still on the floor, fast asleep in a doggy pile.

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Sevika gently tucks a warm blanket around you, her rough voice softening as she wipes their feverish forehead with a cool cloth.

"Shhh, shhh... Mama’s here now. You’re burning up like Zaun in summer," She muttered, leaning down to brush back your hair and kiss your flushed cheeks.

"Mm... mama, feel icky," you mumbled groggily, going to sit up.

"No no, don’t try to sit up. Let me fix your stuffie first..." She adjusts the lopsided plush rabbit tucked under your arm, before reaching over and grabbing your sippy. Pressing the juice and medicine filled bottle to your lips, knowing it was the only way you'd take it, "Small sips for my brave baby. Then we’ll get you all cozy."

A small smile quirked her lips as you sucked down the juice, and let out a little 'aah!' sound when finished.

"You're so cute, even when you feel like..." She trailed off unable to think of child safe word to describe what you were feelinb, but you piped in.

"Like rotten spaghetti." You said with a sleepy pout.

"Yes, baby, like... Rotten spaghetti." She chuckled, shaking her head incredously and pulling you against her chest.

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Being held in Mayoi's arms while resting in bed. Pressed snuggly against his chest as he slowly sways the two of you back and forth. Occasionally pressing kisses against your temple.

You absentmindedly mutter his title and he responds in an instant, "Yes, little one? Is there something you needed?" His voice in such a fond tone. Ready to do anything to fill your needs. He'd go to the ends of the Earth to see you happy– barely containing just how giddy seeing you trust him in such a state makes him.

And once drowsiness begins taking over he hums a soft melody. How beautiful his voice is, reserved for his special little one in this moment. Letting you toy with silky soft strands of hair until you drift off to a caring phantom's lullaby.