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Part 3 of Vent fics / age regression hurt comfort
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The adventures of being a little

Summary:

Just a little oneshot s book for me to work on :)
Requests are fine by me!

-apple

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1: Requests :0

Chapter Text

Hi welcome to my little oneshot book :D

This is the requests page :)

Request format:

Title ideas (if any, if not, that’s ok too!)

Caregiver and little (I’m tryna expand my horizons a lil!)

Plot lines (if any, if not that’s fine too!)

Addrional notes, headcanons and info can go at the bottom <3

Fun note! I also am open to do pet regression now!! (Just don’t be weird)

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I promise i’m working on requests, i just lack a lot of motivation right now, so sorry guys

I’ll reply to your request when i’m finished!

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Thank you for reading, love you all! (/platonic)

stay safe <3

-Apple

Chapter 2: Dads just a softie too

Summary:

Requested by LexWithAnX :D

Thank you for the request mate! Sorry it took so long though- I got very caught up in some stuff-
Also sorry if i didn't get you exactly what you wanted, the ending was also kind of rushed ha h

Notes:

Tw// burns, kind of intrusive thoughts? Getting angry about regression

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Wilbur held Tommy close to his chest, snuggling with the boy on the old leather couch. 

Techno sat on the old armchair, reading his book. Phil sat in the doorway, peeking into the living room. Seeing Wilbur care for Tommy like that, so gentle and so comforting, hurt.  

He knew he shouldn’t be wanting things like that, he’s got to stay responsible for his kids. They weren’t really his kids, but he knew they all looked up to him like a father. He had to stay strong for his boys.

 

 He walked back to his room, and heard little giggles from Tommy as Tech and Will played pretend with him. 

 

When he got to his room, Phil sat down on the edge of his bed, sighing. He held his head in his hands as he thought about what it would be like to just- Get rid of all his father duties. He daydreamed for a while, before he heard a knock on his door. He got up and opened the door, seeing Techno standing there.

 

 “Hey Phil, do ya mind doin’ dinner? Will and I need to take care of little Toms.” He gently grasped Phils shoulder.

 

 Phil forced a smile, and nodded. “Sure mate.” 

 

Techno thanked him and walked off, Phil following close behind, both making their way back down to the kitchen and living room. Phil heard Tommy now giggling as Wilbur tickled him on the carpet. He pretended he didn’t look as long as he did at the pair, slightly wishing it was him instead of Tommy. 

 

No, no, you have to be a responsible adult Phil! He shook his head as he grabbed the food from the fridge. “Hey Wil, what would Toms like for dinner?” Phil asked politely.

 

Wilbur looked at him for a moment before whispering to a staring Tommy. He gave Wilbur a look before saying something Phil couldn’t hear, and Wilbur smiled. He gave Tommy a small pat on the head before walking over to Phil at the kitchen. “He wants just mac and cheese, will you be alright with that?” Wilbur's voice barely made it through Phil’s cluttered head.

 

Through the fog, he nodded. Wilbur walked back to the living room, picking up Tommy to take him to his room while Phil made dinner. It made sense, Wil being so caring as to not let the little get hurt or feel uncomfortable. Phil’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, shoulders tensed, as he started to cook.

 

Techno was seated back in the arm chair, once again reading. Phil put the pot on the stove, waiting for the water to boil, his finger tapped against his arm, while he grew more frustrated. 

 

You know you can’t be like him. You need to care for your boys. You don’t have the time to be a useless kid. Why should you care anyways? Tommy has been through so much, what even happened to you? 

 

Phil’s head filled with white noise as the fuzz grew inside his brain. Why is he so jealous of a kid? A traumatized one no less. He’s so fucking ungreatful for what he has, a loving family, a nice house- For fucks sake, why can’t he just be a good dad? Why does he wish he was a kid, he is such a freak for wanting what Tommy has. 

 

Phil didn’t notice the water boiling over, the lid shaking. Tears slowly crept down his face as he slumped onto the floor. He let the soft, comforting fuzz fully consume his head. A small splash of boiling water landed on his back, and he cried out in pain. His sobs increased in volume as he hid his head in his arms.

 

He cried out for the one person his small self could think of. “Techie!” Phil wailed. He heard a book being placed on the coffee table, as heavy footsteps approached. 

 

“Phil? Phil what’s happened?” A gruff voice, concern seeping through the words. Techie was here. Phil just let a sob wreck through him, unable to move himself from his curled up position. 

 

“Oh Phil…” Techno bent down quickly, gently holding the man to his chest. Phil felt a rough hand card through his hair, as he wet Technos shirt with his tears. He knew he should feel guilty for ruining Technos shirt, but he felt too caught up in his blurred head and emotions. 

 

Techno slowly cupped Phils face caringly, making sure to get him to look at the pinkette. “What happened dad?” Phil sniffled as he spoke. “Needa be big fo’ you and wilby ‘n Tom, ‘n I wan’ be small- Bu’ ‘m not- Don’ hav’ a reason, Techie.” Phil’s tears started again as Techno gave a loving sigh. 

 

“That’s alright bubba, you do have a reason. You are just as little and precious as Toms, ok? It’s alright that you don’t show you’re worried, or that you aren’t ok. We love you all the same bubs.” Techno’s words soothed the little, tears still drying on Phil’s cheeks. 

 

“Let’s get you cleaned up bubs, and get that burn treated.” Techno, with all his strength, managed to lift Phil off the floor. Phil clenched his fists around Technos shirt as they got to the bathroom. “Phil, I’m just going to need you to take off your shirt, ok? I need to see the burn darlin’.” Phil silently nods into Technos chest. He gets put down gently, and hesitantly lifts his shirt up. He can feel Techno’s eyes inspecting the injury, and he stands there for what feels like hours before Techno finally says something. 

 

“So, good news bubs. It isn’t too bad, although I might need to put an ice pack on it. I’ll also have to keep an eye on it for a couple days, make sure it’s healing.” He crouches in front of the little, who is still sitting on the floor. “Mk Techie…” The blond mutters. Tech makes a motion for Phil to put his shirt back on, as he yells out for Wil. 

 

“Wilbur! Can you bring me an ice pack?” A pause as something is shouted back at Techno. “Yeah, just a big one, thanks.” Phil heard Wilbur fuss downstairs before the footsteps of the man grew louder. The brunette tripped over his own feet before handing Techno the ice pack. “Thanks Will.” The pink haired man shooed Wilbur away before turning back to Phil, placing the ice pack on the burn. 

 

Phil cried out as the cold touched his skin, trying to move away. “Bubba, I’m sorry it has to stay on. I can give you a hug while we let the ice-pack cool the burn if you’d like.” Techno looked tired but concerned. The little stared into his eyes for a moment.

 

 “Pwomise?” He sniffled. Techno nodded and held his arms out, and Phil slowly crawled into them. He felt the ice-pack press against his back again, and whimpered. 

 

“Shh, it’s alright bud. Just for a couple minutes until we can put the cream on.” Techno petted his hair, attempting to distract the little from the pain. Soon, the blond felt the cold being removed as Techno stood up. He reached his hands out, wanting to stay in his arms. “Hold on bubs, just getting the cream.” He acknowledged. Once again the pinkette crouched down to Phils level, and asked him to turn around. The burn cream was put on, and Techno put Phil’s shirt back on. 

 

“Techie?” Phil asked. Techno hummed, asking the little to go on. “Feel icky.” He pointed to the jeans he was wearing. “Ah, those clothes aren’t for little bubbas like you, hm?” Techno lightly chuckled. Phil nodded, head hung low. They went to his room to get some fluffy pyjamas, and Techno helped Phil change. 

 

 “Alright, let’s go back down to Wilby and Toms.” He smiled at the little. Phil nodded enthusiastically.

 

As they came back down, Techno saw Wilbur tending to the pasta as Tommy just sat on the carpet playing with whatever toys Wilbur had gotten him beforehand. Phil looked up at Techno and pointed to the floor. “You wanna be let down? Alright, be nice to Toms, mk bubs?” Phil smiled as Techno put him carefully on the floor. Tommy looked to Phil with curiosity, confused. He reached out to Phil, and touched his chest, then directed his hand back to his own chest. A silent question, and Phil nodded. Tommy happily smiled as he showed Phil his sheep plush. 

 

“Play?” The other little asked. Phil’s eyes widened. Someone to play with? He hugged Tommy close and nodded. Tommy returned his excited energy, and gave him his frog plushie. “Tha’ is Lily, an’ she wan’s to save Lass from da evil dragin!” Tommy explained energetically. 

 

The littles played together, while Wilbur and Techno watched over them. Soon, the blonds tired themselves out and fell asleep on one another. When Wilbur saw, he cooed and nudged Techno. “Tech, look!” He whispered. Techno couldn’t help but ‘awww’ at the sight. It was adorable . “We should put them to bed, Will.” The pinkette muttered. Wilbur nodded, but took a photo first. They lifted the blonds up, Tommy cuddled into Wilbur and Phil rested against Techno. Both put the littles in their respective beds, and tucked them in. 

Notes:

Hope you guys liked it ;v;
Reminder i've never written anyone but crimeboys so it may be a little off- very sorry 'bout that
Go eat a little, sleep, and drink some water!! And take your meds if needed, and if you've binded for more than 8 hours, take a break (and a stretch!)

Love you all /p <3333
-Apple

Chapter 3: another authors note

Summary:

Tw! talk of death

this is a very neg chapter

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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Hey guys. I’m not sure if all of you have heard the news, if not watch this video please ^^

(warning for death)


https://youtu.be/DPMluEVUqS0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPMluEVUqS0 (if the one above doesn’t work)

 

I for one am devastated by this news, and I know many writers as far as i’ve heard on twitter may not write c!techno anymore.

Please stay safe and If you need hugs, my dms on my twitter are always open! if not, just comment here and i’ll do my best to support you. 

 

Rest In peace Technoblade, you were amazing <3

 

(If you wish to revoke your request, please do tell me! I will be respectful towards you and your wishes)

Notes:

I’m too tired i cant write lots atm. i’m trying my best i promise

Notes:

Thanks for reading, take the time to relax, sleep maybe, drink some water, and just chill.

Stay safe, love you! /p

-Apple