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Caregivers!Sundrop and Moondrop

with a regressor with hearing loss, for anon! 

it’s so easy for them to scoop you up when you need attention! you go straight into their arms, right off the ground

this is what they were made for, after all: it’s not hard for them to adjust to a regressor! 

they’re just happy to be wanted, the both of them, although they might compete for time with you 

both are quick to adjust to your needs: they enjoy physical contact, but if you’re not big on it, they draw back 

they are both a little over-enthusiastic with bandaids: if you trip, even if you’re not hurt, you will get a bandaid on you somewhere 

only Sun is allowed to cook 

Moon is the one who always knows where your favourite stuffie ended up 

you’ll invariably wake up to Moon crouching over you, watching you sleep 

both are fluent in multiple sign languages, but they can also project their words holographically like speech bubbles! 

Moon will often sing you to sleep, your back leaning into his chest to feel the soft vibrations of his speakers 

Sun makes the best snacks but Moon makes the best bottles of sweet warm milk, perfect for falling asleep 

Hehe I noticed!! I’ve been wanting to request this for a while 🙈 I’ve entertained the idea, pre serum daddy Steve, but when he comes back to his little his post serum Steve and he helps his little try and understand why he was gone and what happened. I loved you’re latest fic btw 💕

Butterfly

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A/N: Oh wow this is SUCH a sweet concept & I hope I've done it some angsty-fluffy justice!! Its rather similar to an idea I've had for a while where modern era little finds Steve's old pictures and is amazed that he used to be so tiny 😮 Maybe I'll write that as a sibling to this! Also I know this is not really how things went in the movie considering, you know, the world war going on, but who cares!! This is my fic, I make my own timeline!! Enjoy dear 💕💕

Daddy’s coming home.

After what felt like eons alone at the apartment while Steve underwent his procedure, he was finally fully recovered and coming back home. With Bucky already off fighting abroad, you’d had nobody to take care of you while Steve was gone, so you’d had to stay big all week. You were excited for Steve, that he’d been given this incredible opportunity and finally been allowed to join the army, but you couldn’t deny that you were excited to have him back. Days of acting as the adult while simultaneously fretting over Steve’s wellbeing, you were ready to finally let yourself be his little baby again.

As the hour drew nearer, you found yourself getting smaller and smaller the more excited you got. You didn’t know what sort of state Steve would be in after such an experimental procedure, so you’d tried your best to keep the apartment tidy for his return, and by the time you were finished dusting, you were just about ready to dive headfirst into little space. You were pacing back and forth across the carpet, fiddling with your fingers and chewing on your shirt sleeve, when you finally heard the long awaited familiar sound of Steve’s key in the lock. Your head perked up and you ran to the doorway, practically vibrating with anticipation at seeing your favorite person in the world again.

Except, the man that entered your apartment was NOT Steve Rogers.

At least, not the one you knew. Your Steve was small - pocket sized as you liked to call him. You could look him right in the eyes and hold his hand whenever you walked without having to reach up. This man nearly filled the door frame, blocking out the afternoon sun with his figure. The light cast his face in shadows, and you could barely make out his features. You shrinked back from the doorway with trepidation and fear as the man crouched towards you.

“Hey baby, don’t be scared please,” you heard him say in a voice that sounded like Steve, but different, like it was rumbling from deeper inside. “It's me. It’s daddy.”

As he knelt in front of you, his features came into focus, and you saw a face that looked like Steve’s. But you just couldn’t believe it. You were already so little and sensitive, you weren’t ready to take in his new appearance, this new situation you found yourself in. So you ran.

You ran down the hall into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. Steve stood in the doorway, still as a statue. He hoped you wouldn’t react like this, but he knew you might. He knew how different everything had become in such a short amount of time. He knew that even though he was still the same man inside, that on the outside, he was almost unrecognizable. After the stress of procedure, testing, recovery, and the general 360 his life had taken, all Steve wanted was to cuddle you like he always did when one of you had a bad day, so he set out to follow you.

You were huddled under your blanket when you heard the knock on your door, and Steve’s deep voice followed.

“Baby, I know I look different, and you have every right to be hesitant. I just want you to know that it's still me in here, it's still your same old Stevie, okay? And I’ll be out here with open arms whenever you’re ready to see me again. I love you, angel.”

And with that, he retreated to his own room to unpack.

You stayed there curled up on your bed for hours, you lost track after you fell asleep and woke up to the sun fully set and the house shrouded in silence. Upon waking, you found yourself even smaller than you’d been earlier, your body and mind fully cemented in your coping mechanism for your protection. You squeezed your most precious stuffy to your chest, but all you really wanted now was Steve. Even the shirt you’d taken from his room after he left and wrapped around your pillow was starting not to smell like him anymore. You needed the real thing.

Is that really who was out there in the living room? Was the man who knocked on your door and told you he loved you really the same Steve that had left the apartment just days prior? He sounded an awful lot like Steve; you hadn’t gotten as good of a look at his face as you’d liked, but he sure looked like Steve too. Maybe it really was him. Maybe… there was only one way to find out.

Throwing off the blanket, you hesitantly tiptoed out of bed and quietly snuck towards your door, stuffy still clutched tightly in one hand. Opening the door, you made your way to the living room, where you saw the Big Steve Man sound asleep on the couch. That's when you really recognized him, his face relaxed, his body still curled up as if he didn’t take up the entire couch now anyways. His rhythmic breathing and faint snore was the soundtrack to every one of your dreams, you knew it better than anything in the world. So suddenly, you felt safe with this man, who you were now approximately 99% sure was indeed your Steve. You just needed him to pass one more test.

“Um.. hello daddy,” you whispered tentatively, which was surprisingly enough to rouse the large man.

He blinked his eyes a few times in the dark room, still not used to how well he could see now, and you quickly came into his focus. He wanted to scoop you up right then and there, smother you in kisses, and never let you go, but he knew to take things slowly now.

“Hello baby,” he said softly.

“It’s really you in there?” You asked quietly.

“It’s really me, baby. I promise.”

You slowly stepped towards him once, twice, until you were close enough to reach your free hand out to him, which he took in his. Even though his grasp now completely enveloped your entire hand, it was that same soft skin you knew and loved. Finally, you looked up into his unmistakable blue eyes, eyes you’d lost yourself in countless times, eyes that could pull you back from the brink of despair with just one glance. Yes, there he was. It was just like when you’d learned about how a caterpillar turns into a butterfly, they change their appearance, but retain the same heart and soul they’d been all along. That was Steve now, your butterfly.

“Do you want me to tell you all about it?” He asked, but you shook your head.

“Not yet. Just wanna cuddle with daddy,” you whispered, and as you let yourself fall into his open arms, Steve smiled. Just like he would always be your daddy, you would always be his little baby.

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*About me*

I'm Ghost

I'm 19 irl but this is a kiddo safe blog!!

I Age Regress pretty young, 0-4

I'm in a bunch of different fandoms and I love chatting about them :3

I also love getting recommendations for shows/fandoms

I'm the host of a System, not much content regarding that but this blog is safe for all systems. I'm not knowledgeable enough to claim that curtain systems are/are not real. Just be respectful here please <3

My pfp is made with this Picrew

Ive written two fics now:

The first one is raggedy Ann and Andy with Little! Andy and supportive big sister Ann. Here it is :)

And my latest is for the Daycare Attendant from FNAF getting their own little found family. Here's part one :)

I take agere board request! I do themes (x) and characters (x) please send me any character from my fandom list and I'll let you know asap if I can do it. Please keep in mind I'm only human and cannot read minds so be as descriptive as possible when making your requests :3

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Do not interact if you and/or your blog isn't kid safe. I am not afraid to block and report!!

Strictly sfw. NO KINK INTERACTION!

Stay safe Bubba! <3

I've been thinking about the wenclair friendship and adding a sprinkle of projection to it ❤️🐕🦇🖤

Enid is an older toddler regresser 3-5 AND a puppy regresser

Her fav cartoon is Bluey

She loves to lay on her bed, colouring in a book while Bluey is playing in the background on her laptop

She gets frightened easily from storms/loud sounds and the dark

She tends to hide under her blanket using her phone as a nightlight and a distraction

THIS. KIDDO. CHEWS.

On everything, her hair, her nails/claws, her fingers, pens, markers, straws, basically anything that's hard-plastic and fits in her mouth.

Wednesday is the first one to see this and not freak out and/or try to get her to stop. Kids gonna chew what the kids gonna chew ┐⁠(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)⁠┌

That was Wednesday's reaction to a lot of Enid's behavior while regressed. She's not harming anything so why not?

Enid was so worried when Wednesday walked in on her watching Bluey for the first time and Wednesday didn't even notice or care 😭

I like to think that Enid didn't start regressing until after the events of the show, she just needed an escape and she already vaguely knew about regression from all her time on Tumblr

You thought Enid was a hugger before?? Now she's traumatized AND sometimes Wednesday hugs back??!?!!?

Yea she will never deny cuddles.

Wednesday just never acknowledges the random hugs or grabbing of the arm in public, not in the sense that it makes Enid feel rejected but she just doesn't pause the conversation she's in to put attention to it. (Not sure I'm explaining it right but it's sweet in my brain okay 👍)

Enid usually only gets really deep into puppy-space near the full moon, once she turned while in puppy-space and Wednesday just took her to a space where they could play fetch.

There's not much of of difference between her regression and pet regression but some notable ones are; less words more just noises, she will melt and any physical touch on/near her head, and when she gets super excited she forgos the tail all together and does a happy but wiggle/dance.

That's all I've got for now, sorry theirs not much Wednesday in there but I'm just in a huge Enid mood :))

Stay safe bubba's! <3

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I JUST LEARNED THAT CATS MAKE NOISE WHEN THEY PURR????? I THOUGHT THEY JUST SHOOK??????