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Penguin has an important reminder for you before you continue on with your day!

All eyes on Rafah‼️‼️‼️

Go to the top tag and interact with it and make it go absolutely fucking viral.

And to anyone who is still complicit, get your head out of your ass.

Well done, I’m proud of them and quite impressed 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

he loves curling up into robby’s side, where he feels so, so small against his boyfriend, wearing his oversized clothes that just make him feel smaller. and if dennis calls him daddy… well that’s practically normal these days, and like yeah, he can’t really talk when he’s super relaxed, but like he’s got his thumb in his mouth anyway, explain how he’s meant to talk around it, genius.

and robby knows about these subcultures. not that he minds, he’s a woke guy in the 21st century, and age regression is a valid way of dealing with trauma (not that dennis will ever talk about his). he never uses the words, but he knows what this is, presumes dennis does too, and is more than happy to facilitate his regression. if he’s been honest, he feels a bit honoured that dennis trusts him enough to feel comfortable sharing this part of his life.

but the point is, this is all fine, until one day they’re asleep in bed together and dennis starts twitching. gently at first, then more and more violently. then come the whimpers. then the cries. then the full-on sobbing until finally dennis is sleep shouting through sobs.

“i’m sorry, sir, i’m sorry, i’m sorry sir. please don’t, i’ll be good, i’ll be good, i can be good. please, sir, don’t. i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry.”

“dennis?” robby tries, “dennis? it’s okay, buddy, you’re safe.”

he turns on his bedside lamp.

“shhh, it’s okay kid, you’re fine.”

it’s not working.

the nightmare only seems to be getting worse.

and yeah, he knows the last thing he’s meant to do is wake someone up from a nightmare. he’s shared the bed enough times with jack, and he’s not thick, and he’s a goddam doctor, but dennis’s breathing is really starting to stress him out- it’s just getting faster and shallower, and dennis still isn’t waking and somebody needs to do something…

he shakes dennis’s shoulder.

dennis screams, but it works. he’s awake.

robby starts to relax when a sharp kick knocks the air out of his lungs.

he forgot about this next bit.

robby makes an executive decision to just hug dennis as tightly as he physically can, hoping the physical sensation will be foreign enough from his flashback it’ll stop. the boy feels so fragile in his arms and robby’s heart breaks a million times over as he thinks about what the kid’s been through.

and after a few minutes of rocking and hushing, dennis begins to calm down. his sobs soften and eventually his breathing evens out.

at this point, robby was expecting to have a thoroughly shaken and stressed dennis. what he was not expecting was for the first words out of his mouth to be;

“bobby?”

despite everything that just happened, robby couldn’t help but smile. he reached down to brush a tear from dennis’s eye.

“yeah bud, you’re okay?”

dennis blinked wetly, but smiled.

“bobby make it okay.” he said as he nuzzled into robby’s chest, as if trying to burrow under his skin.

“bobby tries his best, kid,” he replied. “how d’you feel about a milk, huh?”

dennis shrugged, his eyes lidded and heavy.

“we’ll talk about this in the morning, ‘kay bud?”

he pressed a kiss to dennis’s forehead.