Chapter 1: request page
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I’ve wanted for a while to make a one-shots book for age regressing! I’ll probably be focusing on YTubers/Streamers that I watch/like the most.
Who I Absolutely Will Write:
- Sapnap
- Punz
- Dream
- Karl
- George
- Tina
- Foolish
- Caregiver BadBoyHalo
- Awesamedude (testing out)
IDK Gray Area
- Quackity
- Little BadBoyHalo
Who I Wont Write:
- Schlatt
- Minx
- Puffy
- Nihachu
- Jack
- Purpled
- Fundy
- Skeppy
- Phil
- Tubbo
- Tommy
- Techno
- Ranboo
- Wilbur
- Boomer
- Hannah
(it’s not because i dont like them, it’s because i don’t watch them and have no interest in them. except for fundy and minx, i will admit that i don’t like fundy or minx.
The List is probably longer than that but that’s all I can think of off the top of my head.
Rules:
Do not interact if you are: ddlg/mdlb/MAP/racist/homophobic/ableist. Do not interact if you came here for kink purposes, I will not tolerate the sexualization of Age Regression and Little Space nor will I tolerate any hatred towards anyone who uses AgeRe or anything close as a coping mechanism.
I prefer realistic AUs and/or IRL fics because I’m not as invested into the lore as I used to be, however I don’t mind writing canon dsmp fics if I like the prompt.
I am not writing high school aus. The only time I’ll write a character in highschool is if they’re actually a minor and high school age.
I prefer not to get romantic ships unless they’re in the background.
Edit: I think it's safe to assume that littles are known in all of my writing. I will still tag in chapters, but if you don't want littles to be known, you're going to have to specifically request. :D
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trying something new for request! fill out form pls!
Chapter 2: pandas ; karen
Summary:
Prompt: While out shopping, a deaf Sapnap and his caretaker, Dream, run into a Karen. Littles are known/normalized. Nonverbal Sapnap.
Little: Sapnap
Age Range: 4-5
Caregiver: Dream
Tags: Deaf Sapnap, Nonverbal Sapnap
Words: 346
Notes:
I know it's short, I just wanted to get something out to get my writing started a bit. Sorry, I'm a bit rusty, I haven't actually written in a while and I did this in between classes. Either way, I hope you enjoy :D
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He wasn’t sure what he wanted. There he stood in Target’s toy section, black hair pulled back into space buns, as he contemplated which doll he wanted. On one hand, there were the cute little L.O.L dolls that went perfectly with his L.O.L surprise house. On the other hand, he wanted more Barbie dolls. Truly, this was a big dilemma. He decided he’d just wait for his Baba, Dream, to come back from the bathroom. Baba would know what to get. Maybe, if he was good, he’d beagle to get both the L.O.L doll and the Barbie doll!
Before he could continue his contemplation, he felt a hard tug on the sleeve of his fuzzy peach sweater. Confusion made his way onto his face as he turned his head to the right, where the tug had come from. In front of his face was an angry blonde woman, her face plum red as she seemed to be shouting. Her hands moved wildly as she shouted at him and he was too young to read what her lips were saying.
“Miss, I am deaf,” he clumsily signed, but that only served to make her angrier.
Pretty soon, she began to get physical. She shoved him as she shouted and his sensitive back his the shelf behind him. What did he do to deserve getting shoved? All he did was look at the pretty dolls. He let out a loud wail as the woman continued to shout at him, poking and prodding at his chest with her sharp, red painted finger.
The weight of the woman was pulled off of him and he opened his eyes to see his Baba accompanied by employees holding the woman back. Baba was shouting the woman, red in the face. A distressed hum left his mouth and he was pulled into a hug. A sigh escaped his lips as he felt the vibrations of his caregivers chest as he talked with the employees.
That day, he left Target with two new dolls, both fifty percent off.
Chapter 3: little totem ; twitch rivals [requested by: Oohananon]
Summary:
Prompt - IRL twitch rivals, Foolish feels terrible after failing the minecraft portion and feels like he let Punz down and slips whilst back in the hotel room?
Little(s) - Foolish
Age Range - 2-4
Caregiver(s) - Punz
Tags: Shower Help, Crying
Words: 543
Notes:
here it is! i hope you enjoy :D
ty for requesting!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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He felt like crying. He messed up and he messed up badly. Surely, Punz was angry at him for his terrible performance. He felt like a failure. How had he managed to screw up minecraft that badly? He played minecraft for a living, yet he messed it up so bad. He curled up on his hotel bed, tears flowing down his cheeks as he thought back on his failures. Slowly, the grip he held on his headspace began to slip and the longer he cried, the deeper he sunk into little space.
“Foolish?” called a voice from his room door, cutting off the angry thoughts that clouded the little’s head.
He didn’t answer, all he could do was let out a small sniffle. He felt a dip next to him in his bed and a hand combing through his dark brown hair.
“Bub,” his caregiver called. “Bubba, I’m not mad. You tried your best.”
“No!” he cried into his pillow. “Did bad! Mad at me!”
“I’m not mad, bubba, I promise,” Punz reassured. “All that matters is that you tried your best, bub. I’m not mad at all.”
Foolish peaked his head out, sniffling as tears poured from his eyes. There sat his caregiver, with a gentle smile on his face.
“There’s my little totem,” his caregiver smiled. “How about we clean your face, pretty?”
Punz picked him up carefully and walked towards the bathroom. He was placed on the toilet and watched as Punz wet a wash towel with soap and warm water. After wetting the towel, his face was wiped down. As the big emotions began to fade, a migraine settled in his head and he felt like crying all over again. He let out a small whine of pain. His head felt like it was going to explain.
“Pun’ie! Head hurt!” he whined.
Punz gently shushed him as he continued to wipe his face. He pinched his nose.
“Blow,” he softly ordered. Foolish blew his nose and watched as Punz threw the wash towel in a pile in the corner of the bathroom. “Bubba, let's take some medicine ok?”
“Nooooo!” Foolish whined. “No me’cine! Icky!”
“Totem, if you want the headache gone, you gotta take the medicine. Even if it’s icky,” he scolded. Foolish pouted as Punz left to get a spoon for the cold medicine.
“How about this,” Punz began. “You take this medicine and after, we can take a nice shower and watch cartoons. How does that sound?” he bargained. Foolish thought this over.
“We watch Caillou?” he asked and Punz let out a soft chuckle.
“Yes, we can watch Caillou.”
“Otay!”
Foolish opened his mouth, allowing his caregiver to give him medicine. A wince crossed his face as he swallowed the nasty, grape flavored medicine. Punz started the shower and began to prepare Foolish. He undressed him and carried him to the shower chair. He began to wash him down with the spongebob soap and baby shampoo, smiling as Foolish played with the bubbles floating around him. After the shower, he dressed Foolish in his shark onesie and got him comfortable in the bed. He then pulled out his laptop and searched for Caillou.
Lying in bed with his caregiver, Foolish forgot all about his earlier loss.
Notes:
i'm not too proud of this one :/ this is my first time writing foolish so i hope i was able to do him justice ///
i think with more practice, i'll get better at writing him! maybe one day i'll redo this request even better ! :D
Chapter 4: little prince ; meetup [requested by: Error101]
Summary:
Prompt - George regresses out of excitement with meeting his friends in the US.
Little(s) - George
Age Range - 2-3
Caregiver(s) - Sapnap, Dream
Tags: Big Brother Dream, Little Are Known, Light Stimming, Sapnap is called Papa
Words: 1048
Notes:
sorry this took so long! i have the smallest attention span paired with the worst memory. i hope you enjoyed! i tried to make it longer <3
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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There was a noticeable pep in his step as he walked through the baggage claim in the airport. The sunrays were shining through the airport windows as he made his way to arrivals where his friends and caregivers would be waiting for him. After so much stress surrounding his visa, he finally got approved and couldn’t wait to finally meet his friends in person. Finally, after years of discord sleepovers, he’d finally get to cuddle his Papa and Dreamie in real life.
The closer he got to arrivals, the harder he found it to maintain his adult headspace. He swore he could almost see Sapnap’s frame in sight. He gripped his suitcases harder, legs starting to speed up as he neared his destination. Now he was almost certain that he saw Sapnap. A huge smile made its way onto his face and he immediately lost control of his headspace. Papa was waiting for him with open arms and a big smile.
“Papa!” he nearly shouted with excitement, his body colliding with the younger.
“Gogy!” Papa shouted, wrapping his arms around the baby for a warm hug. “You’re here! You’re really here!”
“Papa, ‘m here!” he cried with joy.
“Hey now,” called a voice from the side. “Don’t I get a hug?”
Quickly, George pulled away from his Papa and looked towards where the voice was coming from. For the first time, he saw his bigger brother. He wore a gentle smile on his face and had freckles dusting his nose. He let out a gasp, eyes widening in shock. It took everything within him to not let out a screech. It was his brother! In the flesh! With excitement coursing through his veins, he jumped onto Dreamie and let out a giggle as he was picked up and spun around.
“Gogy!” Dreamie shouted, laughter and tears clear in his voice. “You’re here, Gogy!”
“M here! ‘M really here!” he laughed.
“C’mon, Prince,” Papa called from the side. “Let’s go home.”
…
George sat in his carseat, feet swinging as he hummed to the radio. Papa was playing his favorite song on the radio, Little Einstein. He munched on his McNuggets happy meal as he stared out the window in awe.
“Zippin’ through the sky, Little Einstein!” he sang along with his caregivers.
He watched as the car drove past large houses with shock written on his face. Will their house be just as big as these other houses? His hands balled up into little fists and he shook them as excitement coursed through his veins. Eventually, the car pulled into the driveway of a large house, similar to the others in the neighborhood. This house was slightly bigger than the others but George wasn’t complaining.
“Big!” he exclaimed as Papa opened the door and pulled him from his carseat. “Ours?”
“Yes, baby. This house is ours,” Papa smiled as Dreamie took his bags from the trunk of the car. “Are you excited to see your new room?” George let out a gasp.
“Yes!” he exclaimed with excitement.
Papa giggled as he bounced the little on his hip and began towards the garage door leading to the inside of the house. George looked around in awe as he was carried through the house. The place was nicely decorated with accents of greens. blues. and oranges on cream colored furniture. Pictures and paintings covered the hallway walls, all painted by different fan-artists. Soon, the came to a door with a little mushroom and a sign that said ‘GOGY.’
“My room?” George asked, shock painted on his face.
“Yours, little prince,” Papa smiled, opening the door with his free hand.
George was in awe. The walls of the room were painted a pastel blue color, with what seemed to be yellow polka dots on the wall. On the right wall was a blue crib with Little Einstein bedsheets and a cute mushroom plush laying in the middle of the mattress. Little toys and trinkets littered the floor like organized mess. However, the thing that caught his eye the most was the train tracks that were built on the higher parts of the wall around his room.
“Woah!” he exclaimed, excitement on his face. “Papa, train!”
“Yeah, baby. You wanna watch the train go?” Papa asked.
“Wanna play!”
Papa shifted the little on his hip.
“Okay, baby. How about a bath and then we can play?” he asked. George smiled.
“Okay, Papa. Baf now, then play!”
Papa momentarily put him on the floor before going over to the pastel yellow dresser and taking out a comfy set of clothes. He carefully grabbed the littles hand before leading him through a door leading to the bathroom. He helped George out of his clothes before running the bath with bubbly soap and rubber duckies thrown into the foamy bath water.
Papa took the soft sponge to his skin, leaning back whenever George splashed the water. In the shower rack, he noticed some loose markers. Papa followed his gaze and smiled, taking one of the markers from the rack and handing it to him.
“You wanna color? They’re shower markers so you can draw while taking a bath,” he explained. George let out a gasp.
“Markers! Yes, wan’ color! Pls!”
George took the marker and began doodling on the shower wall. Papa continued to clean him. Once the bath was finished, George had colored a pretty picture of a mushroom on the shower walls. Papa took a picture to print out later before he washed the image off the wall. Papa, with the help of Dreamie, got George dressed in pajamas before carrying him back into his nursery and laying the now tired baby in the crib.
“Papa, train?” asked George, rubbing his sleepy eyes with his fists.
“Okay, little Prince. You can watch the train as you nap,” Papa smiled, handing him a warm bottle that Dreamie made.
Papa turned on the train and it began to chug around the room, a soft lullaby admitting from it. The baby let out a yawn, drinking the bottle and tiredly watching the train. Slowly but surely, his eyes began to close and Papa made his way to the door, and carefully shut the lights.
“Ni’ ni’, Papa,” called the baby. Papa smiled.
“Goodnight, my little prince.”
Notes:
i still dont know how to end these TT
constructive criticism welcome!
Chapter 5: pandas ; ear infections [requested by: Skylight2424]
Summary:
Prompt: Sapnap has an ear infection and Karl and George poke fun a bit too much.
Little(s): Sapnap
Age Range: 5 months, 2-3
Caregiver(s): George, Karl, Tina
Tags: Littles Are Known, Big Sister TinaKitten, Karl is called Baba, George is called Dada, Diapers*, Nonverbal Sapnap, Mentions of Blood, Sapnap Has a Lisp, Tina is called Sissy, Regressing on Stream
Words: 798
Notes:
hope you enjoy! i tried to mix the prompts a little bit <3
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He woke up that morning feeling uncomfortable. Before he realized, he was grabbing his ears with discomfort, a small whine escaping his lips. When no one awoke to check on him, he whined louder and attempted to roll onto his tummy. As he grabbed his ears in discomfort, his whining continued until he heard Sissy’s voice. He was pulled from his comfortable position on his tummy and into Sissy’s lap.
“What’s wrong, Pandas?” came the exhausted voice of Sissy. “Is your ears bothering you?”
He whined, tucking his head into her neck. She ran her hands through his hair and moved his hair from his ear. She grabbed her phone and turned on the flashlight. There, resting in his ear, was blood. She let out a curse and quickly manifested the strength to pick him on and place him on his hip. She rushed to Dada’s room and knocked before entering.
“George,” she called, shaking the man awake with her free hand. The panic in her voice caused the boy to tear up. “George!”
“What,” Dada groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “What happened?”
“There’s something wrong with Sapnap’s ears,” she informed, trying to keep the baby from crying. “They’re, like, filled with blood.”
Dada’s eyes snapped open, concern replacing his exhaustion. He sat up in the bed, pulling Sapnap from his Sissy’s hold. Grabbing his phone light, he inspected Sapnap’s ears.
“Crap,” he cursed. “Go wake up Karl, we’re taking him to the hospital,” he ordered Sissy.
Sapnap let out a wail. Hospital? He didn’t want to go to the hospital. Why couldn’t Dada or Sissy just kiss it better like always? Was it really so serious? He grabbed his ears for comfort as Sissy rushed out to find Baba. Dada gently laid him back on the bed, pulling down his pajama shorts.
“Can my baby tell me how old he is?” Dada asked softly, a calming smile on his face.
The sniffling baby just babbled, kicking his feet gently as his soiled boxers were removed. Another reason for Sapnap to be upset.
“Oh, I just have an ickle baby, huh?” smiled Dada.
He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a diaper from the drawer, as well as a change of clothes before carrying a naked, crying panda cub to the bathroom to give him a quick bath. After his bath, he got dressed in a customly made Dream sweater and overalls. Dada picked him up, carrying him out into the living room where Baba and Sissy were.
“Oh, my poor baby,” cooed Baba as Dada closed in with him. “We’re gonna fix you up, okay Pandas?”
…
They were livestreaming on Karl’s stream, building a lego set. Sapnap worked diligently, mostly focused on building the Daily Bugle from Fortnite. Tina was off to the side, helping Sapnap complete the steps as Karl and George joked around and entertained the stream. He’d been feeling fuzzy for a good part of the day and lego building did nothing but make the fuzziness grow larger.
“So he meets us at the store, right? And he says his ears are still full of blood,” giggled Karl.
“He was so casual,” George cut in, laughter clear in his voice.
Sapnap couldn’t stop the pout from forming on his mouth as he glanced at his Sissy. Sissy must’ve noticed the look on his face because she tried to catch Dada and Baba’s attention. No matter how much she tried, they didn’t notice and just continued to mess around.
“I feel like you shouldn’t go on a plane,” Sissy said, rubbing Sapnap’s back in comfort. He appreciated it.
“I can becausthe my earsth alreadthy bursthedth,” he lisped, sitting back on his ankles as he grabbed more legos. Baba struggled, and failed, to keep his laughter in.
“Cut it out,” Sissy warned, slapping Baba on his leg. Sapnap sniffled, unable to hold back his regressed state any longer.
“Ba, meanie,” he pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “Sthissthy, they bein’ mean!”
Panicked, Baba and Dada stopped laughing and glanced at each other before comforting the baby.
“Aw baby, we didn’t mean it. We’re sorry,” Dada spoke, running his hand through Sapnap’s hair as Sissy and Baba went to end the stream. “Baby, if we knew you were regressing we wouldn’t have poked fun.”
“Were bein’ mean! Sthaid sthtop and no listhen!” he cried.
“Aw baby, we’re sorry. We’ll make it up to you,” Baba said, squatting next to the cuddled pair. “Can you forgive Baba and Dada?” Sapnap thought.
“Mhms… buth! Wan’ icethcream!” he bargained. “And-and bath!” Baba and Dada smiled.
“Of course, baby. Thank you.”
Later, on her alt twitter, Tina shared a picture of a happy baby in a panda onesie with chocolate ice cream. With permission of course.
Notes:
i planned for this to be much longer but have way through, and you probably could tell, i just couldn't come up with ways to make it longer. i want to revisit this in the future because i really liked this prompt.
Chapter 6: dream team ; disney world! [requested by: NaJin]
Summary:
Prompt: After finally meeting up, Bad takes the dream team on a field trip.
Little(s): Dream, Sapnap, George
Age Range: Dream - 5-6, Sapnap - 4-5, George - 6-7
Caregiver(s): BadBoyHalo
Tags: Littles Are Known, Diapers, BBH is called Papa, Baba, and Dada, Small use of Real Names, Stimming, Small Tantrum, Leash Backpacks, POV Bad
Words: 1007
Notes:
finally got this out! i liked this prompt, i had so much fun with it :D
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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The house was chaotic. Sapnap refused to get dressed, running and hiding whenever Bad so much as mentioned pull ups or pants. Dream was hiding away in his walk-in closet, napping and cuddling up to a cat plushy modeled after his pet cat, Patches. George was the only one behaving, swinging his feet as he sat on the kitchen counter and watched as Bad chased down Sapnap so he could be dressed.
“Sapnap! If you don’t come get dressed this instant, we will not go to Disney World and see Mickey!” threatened Bad.
The little gasped, peaking out of his hiding spot by the living room couch and gave a sad face. Bad let out a small coo, walking over to lift the little on his hip. He bounced the baby on his hip as he laid his head on his shoulder and carried him to his nursery. He laid him down on the changing table and finally put the little in spider pullups.
“What do you wanna wear, Pandas? Do you want the pandas or the sunflowers?” he asked. Sapnap let out a squeal, kicking his feet.
“F’owers!” he squealed, wiggling in his spot on the changing table . Bad cooed at the little, grabbing the appropriate clothes.
…
After gathering the babies, Bad began to buckle them into their respective car seats. He packed baby bags full of snacks and necessities into the trunk of the van before hopping into the front seat to drive off to Disney World. He glanced back at the babies. Dream was napping, having been woken up from his rest in the closet. George was preoccupied with an iPad and fruit snacks. Sapnap, however, looked moments away from a meltdown. He wiggled in his carseat and pulled at the belt buckles as tears gathered in his eyes. Bad jumped to action before he had three crying babies. He searched the car floor before his eyes made contact with a “ Turning Red” themed sippy cup full of grape juice. He quickly picked it up and handed it to the wriggly baby. He watched as Sapnap lifted the cup to his lips before turning around and beginning to drive.
He hummed along to the radio, glancing every now and then at the toddlers sleeping in the back seats. Dream was awake and staring out his window, watching as cars and trees passed by. He smiled at the baby in the mirror before turning his attention back to the road. One more stoplight, they’d be turning into the parking lot of their hotel at Disney World. They had planned to stay for the weekend because while the dream team lived closeby, Bad figured it’d be easier to avoid traffic. Sighing to himself, he parked the car.
“Dreamie,” he called, catching the little’s attention. “Can you sit tight while Dada checks in?” he asked.
“Okie, dada! I sit here!” he smiled. Bad cooed before grabbing his wallet and rushing into the hotel and walking to the front desk.
“Hello! How can I help,” smiled the lady at the front desk.
“Yes, I have a room booked under Noveschosch for 1 caregiver and 3 littles,” he explained.
After several minutes, he had the keycards to his room. He rushed back outside to see three teary eyed littles. He cooed, rushing to unbuckle them from their car seats so they could exercise their legs. Immediately, Sapnap took off running around the car, jumping around and squealing. Dream stood leaning against the van, his stuffie held tightly in his arms. Finally, George was rocking back and forth on his feet, still staring at his iPad in awe.
“Sapnap! Stop before you hurt yourself!” Bad scolded, rushing over with a yellow sunflower leash backpack. Sapnap whined as he was hooked up to Bad’s hop.
After grabbing the bags and securing the littles, Bad took the three up the room to get situated before going to the amusement park. He smiles at all the cooes he gets from passer’s by and heads towards the elevator. He holds Sapnap’s hand to avoid him touching all of the buttons and keeps holding them until they get to the hotel room.
“Baba, we go park now?” Sapnap whined as he got bathroom help. Bad chuckled to himself.
“Yes, baby. After we wash hands we’ll go to the park,” he answered, smiling as he got three excited voices shouted back at him.
…
Bad was glad he invested in the leash backpacks. As he stood in the admissions line, Sapnap was playing with another little that stood in line and was trying to run off. Bad could tell he was getting increasingly frustrated and he began to tug at the leash. Bad braced himself for the tantrum that was about to occur, knowing it was a long time coming.
“No!!!” Sapnap cried, stomping his feet as he began to tug harder on the leash backpack. “No want!” he cried, plopping himself on the hot asphalt and screaming, hitting his thighs in anger.
Bad sighed as people began to stare. He kneeled down to the toddler and gently gripped his fists to stop him from hurting himself. He then proceeded to lift the little on his hips and gently combed his fingers through the little’s hair. Sapnap’s sobs slowly turned into sniffles.
“Dere, dere Panas,” Dream comforted, rubbing Sapnap’s back.
“It’s for your safety!” George explained. Bad nodded.
“That’s right, bubs. The park is very big. If you run off, Baba won’t be able to find you,” Bad said gently.
“Fo’ safe’y?” Sapnap sniffled, looking up from Bad’s shoulder.
“That’s right, baby. For safety.”
“Otay,” Sap sniffed. “I go down now?”
Bad put the little down and got a wipe from the baby bag. After he wiped Sapnap’s face down and gave him a sippy, Sapnap went back to playing as if nothing ever happened. The line continued to move and soon, they were in the park.
“So,” Bad smiled as the three babies looked at him. “Where do you guys want to go first?”
Notes:
i tried to end it all cool like, did it work? hehe
the way i see it, baby sap is either an angel or a little bit of a brat and theres no inbetween. i know its pretty sapnap centric but i tried to include everyone. hope you like it! :D