Synopsis: A stranger youโve never met before keeps telling you heโs from the future, and how he was actually your lover. You donโt believe his nonsense, until all his predictions come true.
You're not sure when it started.
But some guy you've never seen before has been following you around. Openly. He wasnโt even trying to be discreet about it.
Walks next to you like he belongs there, like you've been doing this for years.
At first you just thought he was a weirdo.
Then, he started telling you stories about yourself.
Not guesses. Not vague stuff anyone could assume.
Actual memories. Things you donโt ever remember telling anyone.
"You broke your wrist in third grade falling off the monkey bars," he said one afternoon, walking beside you like it was normal. "You cried because you thought your mom would be mad about the hospital bill."
You stopped walking.
"How do you know that?"
Was someone pranking you here? Because this wasnโt funny anymore.
He didnโt respond. Instead, he just smiled. Not smug. Not teasing.
It was soft and fond. Like he was remembering something precious.
Noโฆ He just followed you. Talked to you. Smiled at you like he knew you better than anyone else.
So, you confronted him yourself.
"Why are you doing this?"
He looked at you quietly for a second. Then said something that made your skin crawl.
"You just haven't fallen in love with me yet."
You stared. "โฆYet?"
He nodded as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.
After that, the stories changed.
No more childhood memories. Instead, he started talking about your future.
"Next Tuesday your professor will cancel class."
"Your friend Mina will spill coffee on your notes tomorrow."
"You'll take an extra shift at the gas station this week."
Total nonsense, obviously. You laughed it off.
Yep, definitely a hooligan. You labeled him in your mind.
But he said this nonsense so many times you accidentally memorized the lines.
Which is why, when your coworker opens her mouth, your stomach drops.
"Hey, you're on night duty today."
"What? No I'm not!"
She pouts. "Oh, come on!! Please cover this shift for me, I promise I'll make it up to you."
You owe me three other times already.
She begs and begs. Eventually you sigh.
"Fine."
The second the word leaves your mouth, your chest goes cold.
Because you've heard this before.
From him.
Night shifts at the gas station are the worst. Too quiet. Too empty. Just the hum of the fridge and the occasional owl from the forest behind the store.
You hate working during these hours, it gave you the creeps. The feeling of being watched.
The bell above the door jingles.
A middle-aged man stumbles in, his walk wobbly. Even from behind the counter, you can smell the alcohol, signaling to you that he must be drunk.
Great.
You force a customer service smile as he approaches. "Good evening, sir, can I helpโ"
"You."
He points a shaky finger at your face.
"Where's that other wench that works here? Why isn't she here tonight?"
Your blood goes cold.
Word for word.
โSir, can I help you buy something?โ Your voice came out thin. Small. โMaybe some water? Coffee?โ
โDonโt ignore me!โ He slapped the counter. The bottle in his handโwine, red wine, just like he saidโswung through the air. โI asked you a question!โ
You fumbled for the phone in your pocket. But it was too slow. The drunk man was already coming around the side of the counter, eyes wild, breath sour.
โDamn it, stop ignoring me!โ
Suddenly he's right in front of you. His hand lifts a wine bottle high in the air, aimed straight at your head.
You can't move. Can't think. Just that same sentence echoing over and over.
You'll be attacked at night in the gas station.
You saw it coming. Saw the arc of it, the way the light caught the green glass. You knew what was about to happen, yet you still couldnโt move, couldnโt breathe, couldnโt do anything but close your eyes and screamโ โAAHHHHโ
SLAM.
The sound followed. Not glass breaking. Not your skull caving in.
A body hitting the far wall.
The crashing sound of shelves collapsing. Candy bars and chip bags and cheap lighters scattering across the floor.
Then silence.
โItโs okay,โ The soft, familiar voice quietly whispers. โOpen your eyes. Iโve got you.โ
You couldnโt believe the thought that crossed your mind. The voice youโd grown used to hearingโฆ for the first time, you were actually relieved to hear.
You hesitate. Then slowlyโฆ you do.
You opened your eyes.
The drunk man was crumpled against the opposite wall, groaning, the wine bottle shattered beside him. And standing between you and himโcalm, unhurried, brushing dust off his sleeveโwas the hooligan.
His smile was gentle.
Lovesick.
Like he hadnโt just thrown a full-grown man across a convenience store.
โDonโt be afraid.โ He stepped closer, โI said I got you.โ
You, however, couldnโt speak. Could only stare as he reached over the counter and took your shaking hands in his. His palms were warm. Steady.
"I got here a little earlier this time," he says thoughtfully.
"Last time you needed stitches." He mutters to himself.
Your blood turns to ice.
Last time?
He steps closer to the counter, resting his arms on it casually. As if this were just a normal visit. Like he's done this a thousand times before.
His gaze softens as he looks at you.
โDo you believe me yet?โ He laughed softly, like this was all some private joke between the two of you. Meanwhile his eyes never left your face. Hungry. Adoring.ย Wrong.
You can't answer. Your brain is still stuck on last time.
He chuckles quietly, and tilts his head. Watching your face with lovesick patience.
Then his voice drops to something gentler. Something terrifyingly certain.
"Good. Now all you have to doโฆ is fall for me a little faster this time."
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ok, imagine this with meโฆ a whole gated community just for us. every single person inside is either a caregiver or a regressor. there are homes to live in, playgrounds everywhere, a school thatโs actually fun, and little shops that get us.
the playgrounds are huge! some for tinier littles, some for older littles, and thereโs a shallow kids pool and a splash pad too. we could ride tricycles safely, climb as high as we want, swing forever, and nobody would ever laugh or judge.
the school? itโs gentle. nap times, quiet rooms, sensory corners. teachers that actually understand us. we could bring our stuffed animals to class, or just chill in the reading corner with a book and no one would care.
the shops are perfect. toy stores, craft stores, even a grocery aisle just for snacks we love. a little cafรฉ where we could sit with our stuffed animals and eat tiny pancakes or drink hot chocolate.
thereโs a library, a community center, a movie room, and even a clinic where help is calm and kind. caregivers are safe and trusted. littles can beโฆ just littles. dress how we want, stim however we want, bring all our plushies.
itโs like a place where the rest of the world doesnโt exist. where being small isnโt weird or wrong. a place thatโs ours, just for us๐ฅฒ
i never see enough of this on my timeline but im thinking about puppyre caregivers ....
๐ฆด baking treats for their silly puppy when they're regressed !!! n their puppy waiting for them by the oven while they bake being oh so patient
๐ฆด letting their puppy put their head in their lap n giving them pets while they watch tv
๐ฆด playing fetch !!! or less literally , asking their puppy to get their favorite toy or stuffed animal like a good boy / girl n they do it soo obediently
๐ฆด holding them close when they whine , knowing they're far too regressed for words n just embracing them when they're upset until they're ready to talk abt it
๐ฆด dog nicknames dog nicknames dog nicknames !!! puppy , baby , angel , sweet boy / girl , good boy / girl , good puppy X3
dis isnt very long but i just needed 2 get my thoughts out there 2 the world ouhhh ..... puppyre caregivers u are so loved !!!!!
Stormy regressor is a term for a darker regression, one where the regressor is sad and upset. One may throw a fit or be very upset when stormy regressing, no matter the age. Not a permanent regressionโ happens until the regressor is calmed down or happy. Better term for sad regression than โimpureโ.
Can also be a term for those who regress when sad or overwhelmed
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Yoo Joonghyuk introdusing himself to Kim Dokja, saying that he used to be a regressor. Him admitting he cannot go another round. Because how could he, when kim dokja wasn't in any previous rounds, and won't be in any future. Won't be in his future
