Ageregressor Stories

When conditioning turns ugly. Oliver's a Neutral. He'd known that since he was born, since his parents took every single hobby away from him, since he'd been relegated to his room for studying and nothing else. Turns out, that level of isolation causes a lot more problems than you'd expect. Eventually, Oliver, or at least those around him, realizes that while he might not have the Neutral Classification, he's the most Neutral person you'd ever find. And not in a good way. THIS STORY IS NOT BXB

"Fine," she said. "If you won't take me seriously like this, I'll go put on my mafia outfit." Sloane squinted at her. "Your what?" "My mafia outfit." Before either of them could stop her, Lila jumped off the bed and ran out of the room. ____ Three minutes later, Lila came back. And Blair nearly spat out her coffee. Because apparently, "mafia outfit" meant she had dressed entirely in black-black cargo pants, a black long-sleeve shirt, black socks, and... Sunglasses. Inside. At breakfast time. Lila stood in the doorway like she had just stepped out of the world's least threatening action movie. "Well?" Sloane looked at her for a long moment. Then at Blair. Then back at Lila. "...No." Lila frowned. "What do you mean no?!" "I mean you look like a twelve-year-old trying to rob a gas station."

"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly. "I'm not feverish." I snapped. "You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused." "They are not unfocused!" Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy." I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!" Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer." My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not." Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes." Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip. (Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)

just some cute saiouma agere stuff :) ill probably switch which person is the caregiver sometimes if that's okay!! <3 if you guys have any suggestions or request of ships to write agere oneshots about lemme know !! :3

-THESE ARE ALL STRICTLY SFW!!! I WILL NOT WRITE ANYTHING THAT IS KINK, ADBL, AGEPLAY, DDLG, OR ANY SORT OF VARIENT OF THAT- This is a book full of SFW Age Regression oneshots of the gang taking being your caregivers and taking care of you. The Outsiders has been an immense sort of comfort to me throughout the years, so I thought to write some oneshots with the characters :). I hope you enjoy!!

"Baby mine, don't you cry. Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart. Never to part, baby of mine"~Dumbo

An old fic I wrote when I was in a dark place, one where Beet is comforted by Spinach.

ageregression: When a person goes to a childlike headspace and does child/kid things. a coping mechanism that ppl can use that have gone through trauma, stress, depression, or uses it bc of a different reason. This coping mechanism therapists have recommended. I do NOT want this book in a ddlb/mdlb/ageplay/ABDL category. Ageregression is NOT a kink but is a coping mechanism.

I've noticed that almost no one ever makes agere fanfics for mlb? and I thought that it would be a thing since it seems like so obvious some of the characters could regress !! so I decided to make my head canons come to life with this oneshot book !!

This is just fandom agere&lt;3 i decided to make a new book so it didn't get confusing! ill still update my sp one even though its mainly re-uploaded and/ or re-written!

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You were lonely and desperately needed a hug. You probably shouldn't have summoned a demon for it. Against your better judgement, you do it anyway. Age Regression is an SFW coping mechanism. Gender Neutral Reader written by a non-binary author. Terms used are kept as gender neutral as possible. #1 in #demonsummoning - 1 Apr 2024 Cross-posted on AO3 under the same handle

An old fic where Pitaya needs some comfort after waking from a nasty dream.

•^• my journal for stuff will most likely forget about it if I do for more then a week just dm me I'll post ( Sfw, might have swearing, minors only please )

These are some drabbles I made when I first started my agere tumblr so I thought I'd put them here too :3

basically little imagines between me and my caregiver