#cg!reader

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, but–" 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 to–" 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.

“No!” 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, “You’re getting tired and cranky, sweetheart. Come on, you’ll feel better after a nap. I’ll let you take Mr. Bunny with you.” You offered gently, trying to cool down the situation. He gave it some thought, then shook his head stubbornly “No, I don’t wanna take a nap!”. Honestly it wasn’t anything new for him to hate nap time, but today seemed like more of a struggle than usual. You couldn’t help but wonder if recent events had something to do with it. “Are you still pouting over that meanie that took your Soul Jam?” 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 wasn’t going to be letting it go anytime soon, was he? Frankly speaking, most people wouldn’t. 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.

“Alright, baby, you win. We can play a little more.” You said, already putting your plan into full motion. His face lit up “Okay!”, immediately accepting the offer he jumped into your lap, laughing as you let out a little “Oof!”. He really thought he won, didn’t 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. “Comfy, sweetheart?” You asked, he nodded, “Good… because the tickle monster’s coming to get ya!” Without leaving any room to argue, you immediately started tickling his little tummy.

He immediately squealed and started giggling, kicking his legs again, “Nooo! Hehehehe! Hehehe! No tickle monster!” He protested. You knew he didn’t mean it, though. He always loved when the “tickle monster” came to get him. You leaned your head over and blew a raspberry on his neck, making him squeal with delight once more, “Hehehehehe! Hehehehe! Hehehe!” He couldn’t even say anything without thousands of giggles pouring out. You kissed his cheek, then started nomming on it like you were eating it, “Num num num! Ooh, I could just eat you up!”.

With each passing moment, the little one’s laughter was growing louder and louder. You didn’t 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, “Tickle tickle tickle! Tickle tickle tickle!” You grinned as he started kicking even more. However, you couldn’t 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 you’d 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 couldn’t stay awake longer. As soon as the little one’s 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. “Sweet dreams, baby. I’ll be here when you get up.” You whispered. You then left the room, turning off the light as you went, and shut the door behind you.

The end.

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. 

But it wasn’t 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 didn’t seem so bad. She was sniffling and her throat hurt but other than that it didn’t 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. 

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 “Oh baby…you cannot go to rehearsal today.” Your voice is firm enough that you’re hoping the little one won’t protest. It’s a true testament to how bad she must be feeling that she doesn’t even shake her head or protest at all. 

Megan just looks at you for a long moment before speaking up “Y/n/n…cuddles?” Her voice is so hopeful and so raspy that you can’t help but melt. You know you’re putting yourself at risk of getting sick by pulling her into your lap but you can’t 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. “I’m gonna let management know that neither of us can come in today okay?”  You soothe and she nods shifting a little so she wasn’t in the way as you called your instructor for the day.

You took a deep breath before speaking as soon as they picked up “Hey! Unfortunately, both Megan and I are feeling very under the weather and  I don’t think we’ll be able to be in rehearsal today. Neither of us wants to get the others sick or worsen our own conditions.” 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 weren’t sick. The instructor let out a long sigh before speaking up “Make sure to rest and hydrate.” 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 didn’t seem too annoyed.

The younger girl just shifted back so she was resting more comfortably in your lap. You smoothed down her hair “I’m going to get you some tea okay Mei Mei?” 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 “Megan I just want to get some supplies to make you feel better.”  You murmured attempting to soothe her and she just shook her head stubbornly. “Okay baby, why don’t you come with me while I make your tea? We can grab anything else you need.” You add and she furrows her brows clearly considering it. “Fine” 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. She’s kicking her legs while looking around a bit, her eyes hazy. You rest your hand against her forehead frowning lightly. “Alright Mei you’ve got a bit of a low temperature…we’re gonna get you some hot tea and bundled up okay?” 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. “Want the snow blanket” she informs rather seriously a bit of fussiness entering her voice. You know she’s 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. Megan’s face softens at the sight of it and she’s 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. “Baby give it a few minutes to cool. Do you need anything else while we're here?” 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. “Hol’ me y/n/n pwease” she requests as soon as you’re 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. 

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 don’t comment. Megan snuggles deep into you and manages to tug the sippy cup out of your hand. It’s been long enough that it should be cool so you don’t protest when she takes a long sip. You watch the video with your chin resting on her shoulder and she’s 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 she’s 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 you’re 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. 

It is a long two days of her being sick and you feel so bad that you both have missed so many rehearsals knowing she’s 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 wasn’t 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.

🦀he is SUCH an environmentally sensitive little. argue with the WALLLLL

🐳armin the type of little to cover his ears when in a loud area (especially if there’s like fireworks going off or something loud like that)

“armin, are you okay?”

covering his ears with tears in his eyes: “‘oo loud…”

🪼get him sensory gear of some kind (i.e., earplugs) and he will actually cry

🐡lowk thinks he doesn’t deserve all the pampering (pls validate him :c)

🐚LOOOOVES any sea themed storybooks for children

🦀when you get to the beach expect him to be nothing but smiling and giggling and picking up shells to give you

“i gots dis for ‘ou! :)” holding out a conch he found for you

gasp “for me? oh why thank you, armin! aren’t you just the sweetest boy!”

🐳take this boy to some tide pools PLEASE the lil dude is so so curious

🪼i think he’d do well w any gender cg, he just needs someone to put his trust in when he does slip into that tiny headspace :(

🐡i think he regresses anywhere between 2-6 years old, definitely some time before the wall was destroyed by the colossal titan

🐚a rather quiet little, probably looks at his cg like o.o at all times

🦀favorite 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 (don’t tell armin i said this but that’s absolutely his fav!!)

🐳calls his cg either mama/dada/bubba i think

🪼sea themed bath toys!!

🐡always worrying about being a bother :(

“don’ wanna make mama/dada/bubba upset :c”

“minnie baby, you can never make me upset. you’re doing just fine!”

“‘ou mean it? 🥹”

🐚but with time and grace that you can show him, he’ll get better

🦀the wettest, SADDEST eyes you’ve ever seen not even kidding. even something like a bad texture would set him off

“hey tiny, what’s goin’ on? why are we upset?”

armin, pouting about a sherpa blanket he brushed against in a store, with tears in his eyes already: “nu’ nice feel…”

“ohhhh, it was the sherpa huh?”

“yeah <:c”

🐳not 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)

🪼if he slips into a younger headspace, he’ll 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

🐡toddler headspace armin NEEDS his paci. or he’ll start chewing his lip or his fingers (cos nothing can tell me that armin doesn’t stim by chewing either his fingertips or his lip)

🐚sometimes gets a lil sick if he eats a food with a bad texture

“little conch, why aren’t you eating your sandwich?”

“bread ‘s soggy :c” gagging

“oh- oh, honey. let’s get you something else to eat then.” already whisking away the sandwich

written by @littlepolyps

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