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Hello! I'm Sam and I'm the person writing this silly thing! And here's a few things I'd like you to keep in mind while reading!

• each oneshot will have each pairing with roles listed at the top along with any trigger warnings!
• I might include a few personal headcannons into these!
• There's a possibility I'll switch to modern au things, if I do it will be stated before hand!
• Please be kind to anyone and everyone!
Regardless it's something about the work or simply communicating with someone in the comments! (I have sadly had issues with this before so it needs said!)

Now onto requests! Feel free to leave as many as you'd like and I'll try to get through request ASAP! But I'm a very very busy gal considering I'm still in school and do a million other activities so please understand if I don't get to it super quick or updates are slow!

Buttt I have a few things to ask you include in your lovely requests! Likeeee

•ship / characters
•role of each specified character! (Ex: little = Kakyoin. Cg = Jotaro. Or something like that!)
•platonic or romantic
•little age
•basic plot idea (doesn't have to be extremely descriptive! Just a basic idea of what you would like the oneshot to be about!)

That's about it! Only other thing is that I won't do illegal ships or anything 18+ even for characters who are over 18! little space is a comfort thing! And I'm not all for that kinda stuff- anyways...If you decide to read on and actually get into the oneshots after this page...I hope you enjoy! Bye bye for now friends!

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It wasn't until the accident that Johnny found out what age regression was. That's when he suddenly had time to. It helped with coping with really everything. All the feelings he'd pushed to the back of his mind to "deal with later" now had an outlet. Regardless he didn't do it too often. Just an occasional thing to destress. However now being apart of the Steel Ball Run race? He hardly could. Hell he hadn't at all. It had been months. And with everything happening he knew he needed it. Sure, he had told Gyro about it once they'd gotten reasonably close as sort of a 'just in case' matter. But it had never happened.
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Well until now. It had been a long and rough day. Finally Johnnys lack of regressing was catching up to him. He'd been itching for it for the past week... and now they finally had a chance to peacefully set up camp for the night, safely. Gyro was cleaning up from dinner  fire and Johnny? Well he was in his own world as of right now. A plush mouse tucked in his arms tightly. He was on the in between. Feeling small but still big at the same time. Maybe it was where he was or maybe that gyro was here? He wasn't sure why, he was safe here and with gyro. It was driving him crazy. He needed this so why couldn't he just do it without his big kid thoughts bothering him? Once gyro finally got the fire going he noticed the other. Sitting there mouse in his arms, a little too quiet,  he'd eaten quietly and not even all of his food, and clearly lost in his own head. That was all new. But there was a chance this could be exactly what he thought it was, so he treaded with caution. "Aye, Johnny? You alright?" He asked with a softer tone that he usually used, figuring that his response to this would tell him to what he needed to know... hopefully. ".....yeah.." Johnny mumbled. His voice higher and a little lisped, he avoided looking up at gyro. He was still just very unsure and was honestly getting sleepy. Gyro raised an eyebrow. This was exactly what he thought it was. He's never taken care of him before but he knew damn well he'd do his best. "Are you uh.... Feeling small, kiddo?" That got the regressors attention. He hesitated, looking between the plush toy in his arms and gyro. And he was silent just for a little bit before finally giving him a nod. "Alright. That's good to know. You got any idea how old you're feeling?" And another nonverbal response was given. A shrug with his fingers switching between numbers of 3 and 3. Not a problem at all. Zeppeli just needed a general idea to help him out and that's just what he got and with that he sat down beside him. Then that's when the unexpected happened. Johnny instantly leaned right into him without a second thought with a small whine as he rubbed one of his eyes. It seemed this babysitting adventure would be a little short lived with how tired the little already seemed. That was fine too, it made gyros job a little easier considering how he'd never done this before exactly. "Aren't you just a sleepy little thing?" He chucked, running just fingers through johnnys hair. "M' not seepy." The little blonde shot back, a little attitude in those words, clearly a blatant lie. Especially since he was practically entirely laying on gyro now, clinging to him and making himself all comfortable. "Ah. I see I see. My bad for assuming little one! Hm... if you're not sleepy then how about a story? M?" That was the best idea gyro could come up with. It would get rhe little to focus, it was simple, easy, and hopefully would even put him to sleep. "Wha kin o story?.." the jostar lisped, and oh how it melted his caregivers heart. He was simply too precious! "Well then let's see. What kind of story do you want me to tell? A true story? A princess story? A scary story?" He managed to pull Johnny completely onto his lap and continued to play with his hair. He could keep listing but he'd stop right there before getting cut off. "No scary story! Uhm... tue one?" "Alright my little friend. A true one it is. Once upon a time..." He told his story, toning down most elements to make it more child appropriate. But he didn't even make it half way through before the boy in his lap was melted into his arms and fast asleep. He knew he could probably move him to his sleeping bag... but it wouldn't hurt to stay just like this for just little while  longer. "Nighty night my little dreamer."

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Abbachio was typically 2nd caregiver in command. He wasn't the greatest at dealing with littles and often had to be 'bad cop' since Bruno often didn't have the heart to administer any punishment. Even if it were as simple as a timeout. However the one he had the least experience on his won with? Was Trish. She often preferred to do her own thing. Convinced the boys bugged her too much or "didn't play right." Playing dolls and painting her nails. But she was also usually in a slightly older headspace so independence like that was understood. Today though, she was the only one out of the few that felt small and was feeling a tad bit younger than usual. And due to the fact Bruno was in particular needed for this one, abbachio was assigned to stay back with her.

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"You'll be just fine. She's pretty easy to handle. We'll be back in a few hours I'm sure." And with those words? Bruno was gone. Sure we was a bit worried himself but he wouldn't tell Leone that. Abbachio let out a sigh, looking over to where Trish was currently settled still in her pajamas and watching morning cartoons. "Alright kiddo. It's about noon. How do you feel about getting out of those pajamas and having some lunch?" That would get their day started at the least. Trish looked up at him for a moment, seemingly thinking. "Can I wear a princess dress?" "Whatever you want to wear as long as it's not pajamas." That seemed to satisfy her. She nodded and ran right upstairs to pick out a dress and get herself changed, still being rather independent despite feeling more like a four year old instead of her usual eight. And her caregiver wasn't about to fight with her on the princess dress. You win some you loose some. Plus it's not like they were leaving the house. While she did that, abbachio got to work making lunch. Something he knew she would eat, knowing she was always picky. Easy enough Mac and cheese with nuggets. She came downstairs after a bit (struggles with putting that dress on she wouldn't admit) to see her lunch, exactly what she wanted and she'd gotten away with her princess dress. "Cannnn I watch cartoons while I eat?" "Don't push it, kid." He teasingly warned. And simply earned a little huff but a nod before she ate.

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Trish was dressed. They've had lunch. And she's been occupying herself for the past hour or so. And that was soon coming to an end. "Abbaaaaa! I'm bored! Will you play with me? Pleaseeeee?" She whined a bit dramatically. She was being a bit more out there than usual. A little louder. Same sassiness but a little more dramatic and needy. Not that it was a problem but it made Leone wonder. Was this just because Giorno, fugo, Mista, and Narancia weren't here? "Alright. I'll play with you. What are we playing, m?" He was in no position to deny her. Especially after she grinned when he agreed. "You'll see!!" She beamed before running off to grab something. Not a good sign. But Abbachio couldn't back out now. And then she returned with her little makeup and hair kit. One Bruno had gotten her to keep her from ruining her big makeup or anyone else's. "We're gonna play uhm... salon! You do my hair n stuff first! Then I'll do yours." The purple haired man sighed and nodded. And of course got to work. Doing a good job on her makeup. Cute little pink eyeshadow, blush, lipgloss, the works. Then finished her hair off with some clips. Now it was his turn. And Trish was a giggly little mess the entire time. Messily braiding his hair, putting all the bows she desired. And with his makeup she took her time... and it still turned out messy per expected. A jumble of colors, smudged lipstick, clearly done by a young child. But he didn't stop her. He sat and took it like a real girl dad.

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Just to make matters better/worse? The group was home. Yet there he stayed. Sitting on his knees in the living room floor as Trish played salon until her little heart was content. Mista was the first to see and start snickering, suppressing his laughter. "Wow! Look at you abbachio. You look so.. so umm.." He and Narancia doing their best to get words out in between snickers. "Like a princess!" The little interjected. And then came Bruno. A wide grin on his face. "Looks like you two have had quite the party. He looks wonderful Trish. Maybe the boys would want their makeup done too. What do you say?" As if her face couldn't light up anymore it somehow managed to. And the rest of the group had no time to interject. In no position to tell the little no now. While Bucciarati simply grinned and made his way to the kitchen. Needless to say, they all got their makeovers. Looking shiny and as much like princesses as ever.

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Age regression was something Jolyne had just experimented with before. Not a coming mechanism she really expected to come back to at all. But after everything that had happened.... She found herself doing just that in little ways. Coloring something or watching cartoons. Just little ways that made her feel younger and safer. Things she did when Jotaro wasn't home. He couldn't know about it. No one could. She was strong enough to not need childish things like she occasionally did. It was so subtle for a long time but then the night terrors started. And became more frequent with time. They all took her back to the car crash. The fight with Pucci. The near loss of everyone she loved and cared about. And every time she woke up she felt so small and helpless. Sobbing and clinging to the dumb little stuffed dolphin Jotaro had given her whenever she moved back in with him until she managed to shush herself back to sleep. Tonight was no different. Except it was so much worse. In this dream she really did loose all of them. It wasn't an almost like how it really was, she lost them for real and it hurt and felt real. So when she woke up sobbing once more? It was harder. More aggressive crying. She could barely breathe and was frozen in a panic.

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But then something snapped her out of it. She must've screamed or something because Jotaro practically came running as if ready to fight an intruder. But he was just met with his daughter who was stuck a sobbing mess. "Jolyne? Jolyne what happened? Are you alright?" He spoke, placing a hand on her shoulder. Suddenly she let out a small whine, something Jotaro hadn't expected at all. "Daddy..." She whimpered. She hadn't called him that for a very very long time. This wasn't the stubborn girl who pushed him away this was his little girl. One who was terrified and needed him. He sat down on the bed, rubbing her back. "Shhhh.... It's alright. I'm right here. Look it was just a dream. See? You're right here with me." He whispered, doing his best to comfort her. Though not sure he was very good at it. It seemed to be working at least. Because she had leaned right into him, clinging to his arm like she was scared he'd vanish right into thin air. "Daddy no leave.... Can't leave me... not 'gain..." Her voice was higher, more childish in tone and everything. But it was genuine. He couldn't leave her here. Not after that. "Shh.... Come here sweetpea. Let's go get something to drink and then we can lay back down." He said picking her right up and in response she wrapped herself around him him, laying her head on his shoulder with one thing in her hands. That silly little dolphin which seemed to amuse Jotaro just a little. Jolyne felt so tiny.... So helpless. But now also a feeling of safety now that she was in his arms.

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They made it to the kitchen with Jolyne refusing to let go even for a second and Jotaro managing to get her to take a couple clumsy sips of water but it was better than nothing. Her behavior was strange, and extremely childish, sure. But it didn't bother him. In fact he could've gotten used to this. "Isn't that much better m? No more tears and daddy is right here. Im not gong anywhere." He spoke bouncing her a little as if she were a toddler. It was instinct and clearly she didn't mind it one bit. 3:30am is what the clock read. It was late. And they both needed to get some more sleep. After a little internal debate he decided to just take her back to his room with him not wanting to make her panic anymore by trying to get her to sleep in her own bed without him.

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He managed to lay back down and of course there was his daughter, right beside him laying her head on his chest and that silly dolphin plush in her hand still as he rubbed her back and played with her hair. She was just barely awake. Honestly he didn't want to go to sleep himself. Something about that moment just took him back. Made him miss these few moments he had with Jolyne. Where she'd cling to him and want to spend time with her daddy. And then made him wonder about everything he had missed out on.... Things he wished he would've been there for. Silly thoughts. Ones he'd push back for now, he felt like he was making up for everything he should've been there for. She needed him right now and he in his own way needed her. They were slowly healing each other.

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Josuke and Yukako were both regressors. Sure they didn't get along the greatest but that was one thing they had in common. So if a babysitter was needed they usually called eachother. And this evening? It was josukes turn. Koichi had things to do and poor Yukako had been pretty rough today. She needed to feel small but didn't particularly trust herself to be small alone. So that's where Josuke came in. Disguised as simple studying she ended up at his place happily having herself a tea party as of right now. In this situation Josuke behaved more like a cool older brother who participated only when she begged him to and teased her here and there and answered all her silly questions. He knew he was supposed to be the big kid right now but man did regressing sure sound nice. He wanted to play and feel little too. But he knew he should wait for Okoyasu or koichi or somebody. He knew that regressing with Yukako either would go super well or absolutely south. Never an in between. So he tried. He tried super duper hard and it may of meant turning her down with playing just to keep it that way.
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Buttt after about a fifth round of begging Josuke to play with her he found himself at a tea party. She felt about 4 herself and Josuke well.... He was getting there. Slowly but surely slipping himself. He just couldn't help it! Surely it would be just fine. What's the worst that could happen? The answer was a four year old Josuke that was it. He had eventually decided that Yukakos tea party was too boring and he needed to bring his own guests to make it more fun. "That's not how you play! Dinosaurs weren't invited to my tea party!" Yukako huffed, crossing her arms. She was a very particular little girl and she wasn't having any of this nonsense of Josuke deciding to make her game his own. "Well they was my plus ones! Therefore invited. Now chop chop! More tea for the dinosaurs! Roarrrr!!" "Nu uh! That's not how that works!" the bickering had begun and she was taking it upon herself to move the dinosaurs away from the tea party scene. "Hey you can't move those! They're mine!" Josuke was now trying to move them right back to where they were. Sure he could've just.... Left and played his own game. But it seems he enjoyed pestering Yukako way more. "Well they're in the way of MY tea party!" She shot back, grabbing most of them and putting them down in the corner of the room. The only instance they got along when regressed was when there was a large age difference. It just seemed like all hell broke those when they were close. Now Josuke was scrambling to get his dinosaurs! Shocked that she would dare touch his toys! That didn't seem fair since he was rarely allowed to play with hers! "Stop movin my dinosaurs!" He whined, grabbing them in his arms once again. "Stop brinin them to my tea party! If you're gonna have the dinosaurs then I don't wanna play wit you anymore!" "Fine!"And with that Josuke stormed off to play his own game. A little scowl plastered on his face any time Yukako dare look his way which he of course earned an eyeroll in response to.
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The playing separately only lasted about ten minutes for Yukako spoke up. "....bubba I'm kinda thirsty." She said, trying to break the silence. She knew that ms.Higashkita was aware of their regression and such and would help them out in a heartbeat but she didn't want to go by herself. "Go get a drink yourself!" "But Josuke! We could get snacks too." That got his attention. That boy never turned down snacks. ".....fine." He huffed, standing up before taking her hand and leading her right down to the kitchen. He got two sippy cups from the cabinet an d clumsily got some juice out of the fridge. Now the real challenge was pouring it. Yukako held the cup as still as she should while he did his best to pour it. Which of course didn't go well at all. Most of it ended up on her hands and all over the counter and the floor. "Uh oh." He mumbled while Yukako proceeded to whine and be bothered by the fact her hands were now all sticky. So, the boy did the only thing he knew what to do in this situation: call for help. "Mommaaaa!" Tomoko knew that tone and it told her she was either going to come downstairs to bickering, a mess, or someone hurt. Thankfully it was just a mess which made her simply let out a small sigh. "Look at the mess you two trouble makers have made!" Her tone was lightly teasing them. "Go wash those hands, I'll clean this up and get you two some juice. Maybe cozy up on the couch, that sounds like a good idea." She earned some nods and a little huff from the two toddlers who were dead set on being independent. They knew there was no winning that sort of argument with her.
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The two littles did as they were told. Washing their hands and grabbing some things from Josukes room to get comfortable on the couch. Pacis, blankets, stuffies. The works. And their sippy cups were brought right to them. "Snacks too momma! Wan snacks! An sissy does too." That earned him a look from both of them. "And how do you ask for that nicely?" She was a stickler for manners, and he most certainly knew better. "....pleaseeee momma?""thats better. I'll get some snacks, you two figure out what show or movie you want to watch. If you start arguing I'll choose for you." Oh it was on now. Both knew exactly what they wanted and knew the other would strongly disagree. "Princesses! We should watch a princess movie!" "No! Cars. I wanna watch cars." "That's boring!" "Princesses are boring!" "Nu uh! "Yes huh!" Despite Tomokos no arguing statement they were at it. Going back and fourth in each others faces pointing fingers and bawling fists in irritation. "Kids! That's enough of that. I'm choosing one for you." She wasn't about to have a crying little on her couch over one not getting what they wanted or for a movie being too 'girly' or something. The compromise was Hurclues. It was the perfect middle ground for those two. And not a single complaint was had, thank goodness. They stayed perfectly content with their snacks and cups and were snuggled up and focused in no time.