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“Babyyyy….”

You grumble and hold onto your stuffie tighter, not comprehending anything while you’re half asleep.

“Precious you can’t sleep yet. We gotta get cleaned up and properly ready for bed sweetie.”

Pouting as you sit up, as soon as you aren’t resting against the comfy bed like you wanna, you slump lazily into your caregivers body. All they can do is lightly giggle at you.

“I don’t wannaaaaaaa. Stay n’ cuddle please?”

Not having the heart to physically say no to you, instead your carer stands up slowly and reaches their arms out to you.

“C’mon my love, don’t you wanna be all clean and nice before sleeping? Hmm? I’ll take you through all the steps, ok?”

It always felt extra nice being tucked into bed with a clean face and smelling good, and it helped you fall much easier too.

“Oki, but can I bring them?”

Lifting up the stuffie that was still held in your arms so your carer can see who it was, they smile and nod.

“Well of course little one, the more the better right?”

This makes you grin wide and bounce a couple times, now a bit more ready to go on with it.

“There’s a good baby. Now let’s go cutie pie, can’t keep you up too late now can we?”

Their hand reacher out and gives your head a swift but gentle pat-pat, and extends their arms out to you. Almost jumping out of the bed and nearly making them lose their balance, you hop in between their arms.

“Lets go now sugarplum, don’t wanna keep your stuffie up late too now. They gotta get their sleep too!”

And so, as you sat back down onto the bed, back straight up with joy.

Your caregiver take a small trip into the the bathroom to get whatever hygiene products that aren’t already in your bedroom. Setting everything down onto the bed in a messy pile together, you look up with a sleepy smile at them.

“Do you want the baby wipes or the witch-hazel wipes?”

“Those ones please?”

Nodding and opening up the pack you pointed to, one wipe comes out just for it to be closed again. Holding the wipe firmly in their hand, you carer tells you to close your eyes as they ever so softly wipe your face down, nice and clean.

“Good job baby, now for lotion!”

Putting one pump of sensitive skin lotion into their hands, which smells just like baby powder, they rub it all over their hands and caress it into your cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin. It makes you feel like your face is as fresh as newly cut flowers.

“Look at that beaming baby, aren’t you just so cute hm?”

Happy that you did so well with yourself, you reach up and have your stuffie give your caregiver a peck on the nose.

“Why thank you little one.”

As your little routine continues on, you feel like your melting into their hands and sleepier and sleepier by the second. Getting pj’s picked out, putting dirty clothes into the hamper, your sippie filled with water, a paci picked out to sleep with, your nightlight turned on, and bed neatly arranged.

Giving you a big squeeze and lots of praise for doing so very good, your guys nightly routine is almost rapped up.

“You did such an amazing job my little baby, I’m proud of you.”

Too sleepy to show your excitement physically, all you do is giggle very very much. Now, your carer lifts up the blankies of the bed and crawls in, leaving the blanket up for you.

“Come on in sugarplum, all ready just for you.”

You crawl in under the blankies and into the shape of your caregivers body, now spooning with one another.

“See, isn’t this better? Nice and clean and sleepy my love?” All you do is nod with a tiny ‘mhmm’ and smile.

“Thank you for another wonderful day together baby. Goodnight perfection. I love you my little one.”

They give you a big squeeze and a super long kiss on the head.

“G’night lovey, I loves you too…”

Your voice gets quieter and quieter, and at the end a bigggg yawn comes out of you. They hold your paci up to your face from behind you, and you happily accept it.

“Sleep well baby.”

Eyes already shut and breathing heavy, you nuzzle your face into their arm.

That was an amazing night of sleep you got that night.

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ashsghfkisz i finally found a my little pony coloring book for myself today after constantly looking anytime i go out shopping😊😊💕💕

i want a regression room. i want walls painted in soft colours, paper stars hanging from the ceiling. i want a bookshelf with my little books, and wooden train tracks. i want soft blankets and pillows and a space to lay on the floor. i want a dollhouse and toys and so many stuffies. i want windows that let in so much sunshine, sunshine that makes all the colours in my room shine. i want colouring books and crayons and a play kitchen, i want a shelf with my pacis and bottles. i want a space that always feels safe and warm and sunny.

A Reminder, Please

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I wan it so bad but I know I couldn’t sleep with its onnnnnnnnn

Gots bored and decorated one of my pacis, the stickers are cheap though and probably gonna fall off in like a month. But its still cute!!

Moon bunny (*´꒳`*) ☁️💕✨

| bub breaks down |

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* impure regression - content warning : the little one wasn’t ever able to have a good childhood / was never able to be a child in a moral and emotional standpoint so they breakdown pretty bad while regressed. their caregiver does what they can to calm them and they, themselves get pretty worked up and worried. it’s all in the caregivers point of view.

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“ feelings hurt so bad, ‘ubba.”

the little one cried into the air, head resting on the back of the couch with their teary eyes shut as they gripped their bubba’s hands tight. their caregiver was kneeling on the floor in front of them, they had dropping down in front of their little one when the heard them wake up from a nap crying.

did the caregiver know why the little one had started crying?

no.

and that was scaring them a little bit- a lot.

they reached up in a hurry and wiped the stray tears falling down the little ones cheeks, watching as they put their head up and opened their oh so pitiful eyes.

“ shouldn’t do this, bubba. what the point? i’s not m kid, m no get this back.” the little ones face scrunched up in a sob, sinking down to the floor so that they could be closer to their bubba.

the caregiver sighed in realization.

the little got these feelings every so often- feelings of doubt, confusion, and grief.

they got these feelings because of their regression, they always wondered why they even regress- they weren’t really a child and they would never be a child again so why play pretend? shouldn’t they be living reality and come fo terms that their childhood wasn’t fair and they’ll never get to live it again?

all thoughts that the little one has cried out to the caregiver before.

the carer just pulled the little one close, hugging them tight and allowing them to get these things out. though, it seemed to be much worse than usual- their breathing was in between hiccups and their nose was stuffed, the tears were hot against the cg’s neck. they carer wouldn’t want the little one to get sick- that would make them even more upset.

slowly, they pulled back from the hug, trying their best to ignore the pitiful wail the little one let out at the action.

they placed their hand on the precious cheeks and wiped the scolding tears.

“Shh, bub. you’re going to get sick.” they shushed, trying to get the little one to calm down just a little bit.

it only caused them to cry louder, cries that came deep from their heart- they were so hurt. It made the caregivers own eyes tear up.

“ never gonna be m kid, never was allowed to be a kid- I hate this, I don’ like this.. ‘ubba.” they cried as the grabbed their bubba’s wrists, they held tightly and just cried harder.

it was scaring the carer- usually a quick hug and some reassurance got them to calm down. they didn’t even know what to do.

“I know.. I know, bubs.” they just comforted, hands staying on the flushed cheeks so that the little one would t snuggle back up into their neck and make it harder to breathe for themselves.

“I- I was never allowed to, ‘ubba. not fair- it was never fair, i’s will never get- get-“ the little one couldn’t breathe well anymore- tears making their throat close up as they started to cough.

the caregivers heart just shattered, the precious little one was in so much pain. there was nothing the could even do- the sounds of coughing was just worrying them.

“my baby, please.. breathe, you’re going to get sick. I hear you, I do. It’s not fair, it will never be fair that you weren’t given the chance to be a kid.” the cg tried to sympathize, moving their hands to the little ones shoulders, breathing deeply in- hoping the other would follow them.

slowly but surely they did. looking at their bubba and nodding slightly, letting them know they were listening- letting them know they didn’t want to get sick.

they sat there for a while, at some point- the little one ended up in the carer’s lap, facing away from the and facing the couch, a blank stare was on their face, body and mind coming down from the episode.

though, the caregiver knew at some point they would have to get up. so, the gently moved their little one around and picked them up, an arm holding their legs and shushing the little one as the got startled.

“I’ve got you, bub. you’re here with me, you’re allowed to let go for a while, yeah? I’ll take care of you.” they whispered into the little ones hair, laying a soft kiss on top of it.

they led them both to the bedroom, gently laying the little one down on the bed.

“close your eyes, okay? i’m going to go get a wash cloth to wipe your face, I’ll be right back.”

the little didn’t say anything as their bubba walked to the bathroom, just laying with their eyes closed.

the caregiver walked to the bathroom quickly, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it without thinking much so they weren’t leaving their baby for long.

they go back and sit on the edge of the bed, wincing when the little one gets startled.

“ ‘s just me, bubs.” they soothe, running their hand through the little ones hair and presses the cold rag to their warm, flushed cheeks.

it is peaceful, the little one just lets out soft sighs, no doubt feeling exhausted.

“all done. thank you, petal.” the carer whispers and settles a soft kiss on top of their head once more, throwing the wash rag to the floor- they’ll pick it up later, and then they climb in next to their little one.

they hug them tight, sighing themselves when they feel the little one relax completely.

“i’ve got you- i’m able to take care of you, my baby. i like taking care of you.” they whisper into their hair.

they would get through this.

the little one would find a way to get themselves through this bump, they always have and always will- with or without their caregiver by their side.

“goodnight, sweetheart.”

the two sleep peacefully and watch the little ones favorite shows when they awake.

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