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this is an age regression drabble; if you don't like that, don't read it. age regression is a sfw coping mechanism, so i will be blocking anyone who sexualizes it

word count: 1,2k gender neutral reader

You looked at all the work you had yet to finish, frustrated out of your mind at the slow pace everything was going. You had at least 6 unfinished projects with a deadline coming too soon, and you knew that you needed to finish them faster than you could to be able to turn in anything satisfactory, but your frazzled mind just wouldn’t let you. You had tried other things to get yourself in work-mode, such as making yourself the lunch you usually would outside of the weekend, watching YouTube videos about the topic you were working on, even trying to get yourself in some clothes that weren’t your usual I-can-wear-what-I-want-because-it's-weekend attire (usually consisting of pyjama pants and a t-shirt), but nothing seemed to be working.

If you had to admit it, it was because you were half regressed. You had worked your butt off for some time now and had yet to give yourself a break. You had planned to spend this weekend with your boyfriend, Taehyun, who also happened to be your caregiver, a very good one at that. Just the thought of having two entire days with him was enough to make you relax a bit and slip into the headspace of a kid, but you weren’t going to admit that because that would mean you had to face the fact that you had overworked yourself and needed to take a second to breathe, and that would be anything other than ideal.

You heard the lock to your front door click and the handle being pushed down for someone to enter your living space and you knew that it was Taehyun. You quickly looked around you and threw everything that could give away what mental state you were in on the bed, or hurriedly put them in their place, almost running out to greet the person you subconsciously had been waiting for the entire day.

You ran into his arms as soon as you rounded the corner in view of the front door, and he eagerly dropped what he had in his hands to receive your warm embrace. As you were hanging from his shoulders, squealing about him being there, he chuckled his soft chuckle that was reserved for your antics and kissed your cheek, both of his arms tightly holding you as close as he could manage without crushing you. As he slowly let you go to get a good look at you was when he noticed your outfit; one of the button-up shirts he liked and jeans, grey ankle socks and your hair pulled away from your face. It wasn’t that he disliked it, he found you so beautiful, but he had expected... something else. He had expected comfortable pyjamas, fuzzy socks and hair clips in every colour, which did absolutely nothing to get your hair out of your face. The two of you hadn’t exactly discussed you regressing that weekend, but it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to regress when he came over to spend time with you. He had been looking forward to taking care of you, but his slight disappointment was only replaced with worry. Had something been wrong? Had he in some way made it seem like he didn’t want you to regress? And then he saw it.

It was in the way you were standing. Toes scrunching up and then relaxing, small fists balled up and body swaying back and forth. He smiled as he looked at you, now your very grown-up outfit looking more like a kid playing around in their parents’ closet. “I have missed you so much, my love,” he finally told you, making you smile wide and tell him that you had missed him even more. He picked up the bag he dropped when you had come charging at him, holding it in one hand and holding out his other hand for you to take. You looked at it and then at him and then back at his hand. “I’m not a kid, Taehyun, i don’t need you to hold my hand,” you laughed nervously, and that made Taehyun sure that you were, in fact, not in your grown headspace at that moment. If you had been completely out of your younger headspace, you would have taken his hand without care. It was only when you were feeling a bit small that you had a problem with holding his hand. He narrowed his eyes at you and said: “Sure you don’t.”

As you followed him into your bedroom, he asked how everything was going and you start rambling on about the big workload you had yet to even approach and how it was so important and you’d be in big trouble if you hadn’t had it finished before the week was over. As you were preoccupied with telling him about how stressed you were, he placed a hand on your arm and lead you to sit down on the bed as he roamed around, putting away his stuff for the weekend, going extra slow to let you vent about all the things frustrating you. He let out a hum or a short answer every once in a while, to let you know he was still listening, though he soon moved on to gather the things you’d use when you were regressed, laying out your clothes beside you on the bed, bringing your favourite stuffed animal and a pacifier that would go with the outfit. You watched him do all of it, of course, but you were so far into telling him about one of the projects you were working on to actually notice what he had going on. You even looked down into his eyes as he was kneeling in front of you, sliding off your boring grey socks to replace them with soft blue ones with yellow ducks printed on them.

“Daddy’s sorry you feel so stressed, little one.”

That was when you snapped out of your trance to look around you, only to find your stuffed friend in your lap, looking up at you with a friendly gaze, and a bundle of clothes in various soft colours lying beside you, looking ever so tempting. You looked down at your caregiver, still kneeling and with his hands comfortingly placed on your knees. “N-Not small,” you stuttered out, with almost no conviction, and Taehyun offered you a gentle smile. “Are you sure about that? You’re not daddy’s little baby?” he spoke softly. He had figured that your pressing deadlines had been the culprits behind your hesitation to regress completely, and he knew that he needed to slowly convince you to slip fully. You needed to realise that you needed it, or else none of you would have a good time.

Your response to his questions was to nuzzle your face into the soft fur of your stuffed animal, hugging it tightly, whining ever so softly. “Bub, you know that Daddy only wanna protect you and make sure you’re safe, right? He would never push you into something he knew you didn’t want, would he?” you shook your head. Of course, he wouldn’t. He was the best daddy in the world, your own superhero. And if he wanted you to be tiny, then there must be a reason, right? You peeked over the head of your fuzzy friend and shook your head again, now softer. He smiled brightly; “then, why don’t we get you properly dressed and bring your friend to watch some cartoons in the living room, hm? Doesn’t that sound like a good idea?” It did! It sounded like an amazing idea, the most fantastic idea anyone has ever had. You nodded fiercely and smiled at your daddy.

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