#bubby babbles

[klondii78]

things are about to get really fucking evil in toontown

[worldlydesiretemple]

hi tumblr. is this anything. do you like old man yaoi

[thetentacleking]

Something I do every time we lose a pet is that I draw them as a human, kinda like a final send off or sorts

Took me some time to get myself to draw this, I really was stressing to make sure I got his hair color right and just was hard to get myself to draw anything for a while

Our sweet Reggie pup, our old man and baby boy ❤️‍🩹

[simonrileysfavteacup]

Tommy.

He came out looking exactly like his father. He acted exactly like him. He didn’t sleep, he had nightmares too often, he loved watching telly, he wouldn’t sleep without you near him, and so much more. 

While you make lunch, Simon sits on the couch with Tommy, watching a football game. The little boy was in his own jersey, babbling everytime his father yelled at the tv. The sight was adorable to anyone who had eyes. He copies his father, bottle in hand, drinking every time his daddy takes a sip of his rootbeer. Tommy’s eyes light up as his daddy turns to him. “Team sucks, don’t they, bubby?”

Tommy didn’t understand, obviously, but he babbles away anyways, like a fan meeting their favourite celeb. Simon was tommy’s favourite person. You always said that they were twins. Tommy always wanted to do everything his daddy was doing. 

“Should we just eat on the couch?” You ask, carrying two plates in hand. Simon nods, patting the spot next to Tommy. You hand Simon his sandwich before turning to Tommy and sitting next to him. You pull the bowl of soft rice off your plate, feeding Tommy little bites off the plastic spoon, He continues watching the game with his dad, chewing with his little gums. 

He’s halfway done the rice before Manchester scores. 

Simon stands up, cheering as loudly as he can. Tommy tries to copy him, knocking over the bowl of rice.

Luckily, it doesn’t spill too much. 

A few grains land on your lap. Simon chuckles, sitting back down. 

Bastard finds this funny.

You throw a spoonful of rice onto him. Tommy laughs, reaching his hand into the bowl and picking up a handful of rice. He shoves his whole fist into his mouth, giggling. 

Simon gasps. “What did ya throw that at me fo’?” 

“It’s funny,” you giggle. 

Simon pulls Tommy’s fist out of his mouth. “Bubby, say ‘bad mommy’.”

“Hey!” You pout. Tommy giggles.

Simon leans over his son, kissing you softly, Tommy’s fist hitting at his chin. He kisses the baby boy’s cheek, smiling. “Love you too, bubby. And you, lovie.”

“I know.”

[bunnis-monsters]

I just want some fluff with a werebunny, preferably with children 😞🙏

A/N: this is a request for my 5K event! I am doing ALL requests I get within the next 24 hours, send one while you can!

You yawned as you curled up your kit, letting him suckle at your breast as your mate returned from doing some shopping.

“I’m back, my love…”

He purred in delight at the sight of his kit nursing, his tiny hands kneading at your breast and little bunny tail wagging.

“Hungry little one, isn’t he?”

Your mate bent over, making sure you and your kit were comfortable before setting you up with a snack to eat and water drink.

“I’ll make dinner, just relax…”

“Daddy!”

Your daughter toddled into the room, sucking on her thumb, her fluffy little bunny ears flicking as she held onto her father’s leg. “Up! Up!”

Your heart soared watching your husband lift your daughter up and cover her little face in kisses. As she giggled, your son babbled incoherent. He had just unlatched, his chubby baby belly full of warm milk.

“Mommy, mommy!”

Your daughter pointed to you, wanting to see her baby brother. “Okay baby, I’ll carry you. Just be careful, keep your little hands to yourself okay?”

He crouched down, and she looked on at awe at her sleeping baby brother. “I love you, bubby…”

She kissed his forehead, making both of you coo at how adorable the interaction was. “Come on, I need my little helper in the kitchen.”

You mouthed a little thank you as your husband left with your daughter so you could rest, sighing and leaning back.

Life was good, and you were as happy as could be.

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[luveline]

maybe a reader and roan centered ficlet where roan gets to go to readers work for the day, be like her mini assistant because eddie couldn’t find anyone else to watch her while he had to do something?

ty for requesting ♡ fem reader

The phone rings at exactly 2PM as previously discussed. 

"Ro! Quick, come answer the phone for me, baby." 

Roan climbs out from under your desk where she's sorting paperclips into cuteness piles, the skirt of her best blue dress brushing your calves, her hair in a slicked back bun but coming undone as the day goes on. "What do I say?" she asks.

You pull her onto your lap. "You say, Hi, I'm Roan Munson with Cora Enterprise Limited, how may I help you?" 

She squares her features into a fierce, determined glare. Picking up your heavy grey phone, she presses her lips to the receiver and says, "Hi, I'm Roan! How can I help you, Cora?" 

Her eyebrows pinch together before smoothing, elation quick to take. "Daddy!" 

You can't hear what Eddie's saying, but you imagine it to be like, Hey, pumpkin, you sound so grown up! How's working for a mindless conglomerate as another cog in the machine working out for you? 

"It's fun." Roan tips her head back to look at you. When your gazes connect, she wiggles her thin brows. "She's fine, dad. We're having fun without you." 

Passionate garbled talk from the other side. Roan giggles and leans further into your chest, seemingly pleased when you wrap your arms around her stomach. 

"I learned how to do the printer, and the managing, but they wouldn't let me in the lab 'cos you picked shoes with cut outs. Yes, I know I asked for them, dad." Roan hands you the phone with an expression beyond her years. "He wants to talk to you." 

"Thanks, babe." You bring the phone to your ear. "Hello, Y/N speaking."

"Hello," Eddie says, his voice warm as usual, the sound like laying under the sun on a cloudless day. "Is she behaving?"

"She's being awesome. I told you, you don't have to worry about it. I'm practically alone in my office with Mel on maternity leave and Jessica trying to impress the Swedes." You stop Roan's little hand where it tries to open your top drawer, worried about the box cutter you use to unseal samples. "She's literally no fuss. I'd have her here every day if they let me." 

Roan gasps like this is the very best idea in the world and nods at you until her head looks like it's going to fall off. 

"They might have to. I can't believe it's day four of no water at the elementary. We're lucky you could take her, what are the parents who work jobs like me supposed to do?" he asks. 

"Maybe I can have them all here. Roan's a good assistant for a six year old. In fact, she's doing a better job than I was on my first day. Right, bubby?" you ask the head of curls in your lap. 

"Right!" Roan lifts her head to the receiver, her full row of top baby teeth white and shiny in the office lights. "I'm going to do the flying cabinet next!" 

"Filing," you correct. 

"Oh. That doesn't sound as fun." She wrinkles her nose. 

"Lunch first," you say. It's a good pacifier. Boring office tasks are usually easier after one of Eddie's sandwiches. 

"I'll leave you guys to it, then," Eddie says, muffled slightly by the roaring of an electric saw. "I'll try not to feel too left out over here." 

"If I were you I'd feel very left out," you say. 

"Nice. Love you, miss you, see you at five." 

You put the phone against Roan's pale ear. "Tell dad bye," you say. 

"Bye, daddy. I hope you have a nice lunch." 

Loving babble. Roan's smile gets bigger and bigger the longer Eddie talks. She stretches tall in your chair to put the phone down before twisting to wrap her arms around your shoulders, her nose cold where it presses into your throat. You bring a hand to the back of her head. 

"What's this for?" you ask, hugging her. 

"Dad said to give you one. And to say you didn't say I love you back, so, um, you're in the bad books." 

"Not the bad books," you murmur. 

"Don't worry. I get out of them all the time." 

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more eddie, roan and reader

[bubbysawyer]

hey! I know not many people like to write about pregnancy/kids, but could you write a headcanon of bubba sawyer if his preagnant partner got stabbed by a runner?

pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee

With a sigh you sat on a chair at the table, rubbing your temples. It'd been 6 months by now since Bubba had impregnated you, and everything hurt. He treated you like fragile glass.

Squeals and screams echoed from Bubba's workspace. At this point, you didn't really care. You were used to where most of the family's meals came from. You'd even look forward to it now, and your cravings were mostly...meat related. Every so often, however, one escaped. They were normally caught right away.

A crash and a roar came from behind you and you whipped around face to face with a random woman with a hook still piercing her shoulder (how did she get down from the rack??). Her wild eyes at on you and she looked back at the door where the rev of your husbands' chainsaw snarled to life, but slamming sounds against a metal door told you this runner had blocked him in. Ah. Shit. Not this again.

She stumbled over into the kitchen, scrabbling across the counter before nabbing a bread knife of all things; And you attempted to back away, back turned- A loud THUD told you Bubba had broken the door down and he babbled angrily as he ran around for a moment before entering the kitchen where he was met with the sight of a knife held to your throat. His eyes went wild, and he stepped forward.

"Don't-"

The knife pressed against you, hard, but he kept approaching.

A shriek rang out of you as the woman panicked, burying the blade into your arm before bolting. Bubba howled out, dropping his saw and going to your side, hyperventilating-

"I'm alright- I'm alright, I'm alright, just- Get...get her," With that he yanked his saw back up; You've seen him angry, you've seen him furious, but this was a new sort of rage you haven't witnessed before. His child was put in danger and he was enraged. Bubba revved up and sprinted after her, and you could hear him near screaming expletives (in his own language) at her.

You shook as you took the knife out. The teeth of the knife hurt like shit. Blood soaked your shirt sleeve, and you took a clean dish towel to the wound.

What seemed like an hour passed before a bloody, dirty Bubba lumbered into the kitchen with a very, very dead woman; And he rushed to you, falling on his knees and squeaking out apologies with his hand on your stomach.

"Not your fault." You put a hand on his. "They're fine."

He still whined out and kissed your belly, rubbing it with a thumb. He muttered something.

You couldn't help but smile at this.

"You're gonna be a wonderful father, Bubby."

With a small, sheepish smile, he stood up to kiss you, pecking your lips a few times before nuzzling his face into your neck.

[croucify]

✶ family of three — hamzahthefantastic x reader

SUMMARY: your daughter is the only person that can stop hamzah from whatever he's doing

A/N: wrote this during my flight and i used bubby as the daughter's nickname and this isn't proofread too

for six hours straight, your boyfriend has been sitting on his spinning chair, editing a youtube video while you and your daughter were doing things on your own.

during those six hours, you were able to go out and get groceries and when you got home, he was still editing. you checked in on him when you arrived, pecking his cheek and telling him about your day but he seemed focused what he was doing.

and so, you decided to make him his favorite meal. unbeknownst to you as you cut ham into tiny pieces, your 3 year old daughter sneaked into you and hamzah's bedroom.

her eyes were a bit droopy as she'd fallen asleep the moment you two got home. she was rubbing her eyes and she held bunny stuffed toy. "dada?" she mumbled softly, walking towards the table.

hamzah's eyes were still stuck on his computer though he hums. the toddler tugs on his shirt, trying to get his attention. finally, he looks down at her, her lips were pouted slightly as she looked up at him.

"what's wrong, bubby?" he picks her up and places her on his lap, she instantly leans her head on her father's chest, clinging onto him.

he pats down her curly hair, waiting for her to respond. "wightmare–i had wightmare." her eyes water as she remembers her dream and hamzah just pulls her even closer to comfort her.

"oh bubby... dada's right here," he wraps his arms around the young girl before standing up. she tucks her head on the side of his neck, her hair tickling him slightly.

he swayed as a way to rock and comfort her. he could feel his tiredness from editing drift away as his daughter babbled about the nightmare and everything she could think of.

"bubby, hamzah, dinner's ready!" they heard you call out from outside. hamzah takes them outside, your back facing them as you got them plates then you hear them both giggle.

you turn around with the two of them smiling at each other. "mamaaa!" your daughter said when she looked at you and made grabby hands as she tried reaching you.

hamzah hands her to you, pecking your cheek right after. "you finally got out of that chair huh?" you asked in a teasing way before setting your daughter on her high chair.

he shrugs, placing food on the three plates. "someone sneaked into our room did you know that?" he says, making your daughter laugh.

the three of you spent the rest of the night together, cuddling each other with hamzah in the middle and both his girls by his side.

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[agerye]

♡ bnha age regressors headcanons ♡ [shouto, denki, momo, izuku, tsuyu, tokoyami]

shouto todoroki

nonverbal, he has a wide regression range [0-6] and is consistently unable to speak when little

if he wants or needs anything he will whine, but he's typically very low maintenance

ipad baby.. he will very happily chill with a paci and watch videos/shows or play a game for hours

while he's easy to take care of, he is clingy. he loves affection and always wants to be held. there's almost no one he wouldn't accept hugs from

occasionally goes through phases where he acts difficult on purpose, his little brain doesn't realise but it affirms his feelings of being safe and allowance to express himself

padded little! he usually needs them. sometimes he doesn't like wearing diapers when he's 5-6 but he has to wear them just in case. when he's 0-4 he doesn't mind at all or even likes them, they can be cute and comfy

he has a small group of plushies and he loves them a lot, he doesn't want more because he doesn't want to give the ones he already has less attention

his plushies are named after his friends! deku, tenten, raka, tsu, and kat. ironically, his frog plush is tenten, tsu is an otter

loves tea parties, he has a few tea sets and pretend pastries. his plushies have assigned teacups

while he can't speak, he has specific names he calls people in his mind. aizawa is dad/dada/daddy, iida is papa, izuku is bubby, bakugo is babba, tsuyu is sis, and ochaco is auntie

denki kaminari

very fussy, he doesn't like rules or being told what to do, he just wants to have fun

he's forgetful and hyperfocuses on things though, so he needs a schedule

it's easy to calm him down and stop his complaining, he just needs a promise of something yummy or fun and he'll perk back up

either very high or very low energy. he usually becomes more hyper when little and regresses 5-8, but if he regresses after overdoing his quirk he's 0-3 and much more calm

when he's 5-8 he's very talkative and needs someone watching him lest he run off and talk to strangers, when he's 0-3 he mostly babbles and doesn't verbalise much

lots of stim toys! they're his go to because they're useful for him when he's big too, but he also loves dolls and blocks

he loves going to parks or playgrounds with his friends, either for picnics or to play

typically calls everyone the same thing he normally does (mina, kacchan/bakugo, sero, kirishima, sensei) but if he's very emotional, regressed younger, or they do something very nice for him he'll call them some kind of familial name. mina sis, bakugo bub, sero babs, kirishima bubby, aizawa uncle

when he's 0-3 he and little shouto are best buds. chill play, cuddles and napping

had an obsessive bath chalk phase, he would throw fits when it was time to get out and started carrying them around outside the bath too

momo yaoyorozu

regresses 2-3, for a while she tried to hide her regression because she can speak and move pretty well, not as well as normal but not obviously childlike

after she's found out she still tries to be helpful and do things for everyone but figures out after some helpful conversations that children aren't supposed to be that way and she doesn't always have to be on top of things, and her feelings of responsibility are most likely why she regresses

she enjoys tea parties with shouto, even though he doesn't speak it's still fun to be with another little and have all their plushies together. she sometimes brings some of her fancy teas for whoever is caring for them to make

has lots of plushies that all stay on her bed. she has names, personalities, and stories for all 20+ of them

she journals for her plushies and makes everyone read them before playing with her as if they're board game rules

prefers being inside to outside, she'll sometimes go to the park or playground with kaminari and whoever else but she tends to be anxious and overaware of people

loves bath time! she's only comfortable with a few people but likes bubbles, bath toys, and really likes being dried off by someone else

has nap times, she loves to be tucked in and given a warm bottle. she likes bedtime stories but is just as content with instrumental music or white noise. she won't admit it but likes to be put to bed by adults (aizawa, yamada, toshinori) the most

izuku midoriya

regresses 3-5

lots of all might toys, of course. he already collects them when big so it's only fitting he enjoys them when little

onesie lover!! he absolutely adores wearing them and has a whole bunch, there's heroes, dinosaurs, animals and monsters

has complicated feelings towards bakugo when little, sometimes he cries and cries for him and other times he doesn't want to be anywhere around him or hear about him

definitely thinks of people with familial terms in his head! he's a little shy about using them though, only when he's confident or feeling clingy

all might is still all might, but also dad/dada, aizawa is uncle, iida is papa, ochaco is momma, tsuyu is sis. other classmates are also sis or some variation of brother, except bakugo who will always be kacchan

bakugo is very awkward with him but calls him bubby which izuku absolutely loves, he also lets izuku hug him which means he almost always has izuku clung to his side when they're together

has a lot of energy and bounces a lot, he loves to dance. mina hangs out with him a lot and izuku thinks she's the coolest ever

tsuyu asui

regresses 6-8

loves disney junior, especially mickey mouse clubhouse

a crafty little! she's loves to make things, from cards to her own picture books

she finds denki a little annoying because he always wants to play together when they're both regressed but she likes to do her own thing

doesn't need a caregiver but likes to have people around close by

she mostly calls people the same as normal, except aizawa who she calls "mister dad"

after yamada jokingly complained about aizawa getting to be mister dad while he's still mic, she started to call him "mister uncle"

loves going to the park or playground with kaminari and whoever is taking him. while she's an independent little, she likes being the focal point and tries to steal attention from denki, she doesn't realise but it's a result of being the oldest sibling

she's neutral to physical affection until winter comes around and she's constantly curled up to someone. usually it ends up being shoji or tokoyami, but if shouto is also little they're like magnets

loves bedtime stories, since she doesn't need a caregiver she doesn't get put to bed often but that makes her treasure it more when it happens

tokoyami fumikage

regresses to 4

loves blanket forts and nests

just like when big, he likes things with a dark or fantasy vibe. he loves cartoons that have mysteries, witches, vampires or 'scary campfire stories' and halloween episodes

a low maintenance but clingy little, just like shouto! they sometimes cuddle together while watching something, but shouto gets scared easily and tokoyami isn't interested in his shows

if he's taken to the park he will make potions with sticks and mud. the only time little tokoyami is troublesome is if someone tries to stop him from doing this, he will pick up bugs to scare them

he's open about his regression but an independent little, he usually doesn't go out of his way to tell people or seek them out when he's regressed, but if someone is around he'll ask them to be with him

doesn't talk much, only when he wants to say something or has to respond to someone. he prefers to be in silence but still with company

friendly with tsu because he also likes crafts! but he's more of a colouring kiddo than making things, he loves to give his drawings to people he likes, even if they're completely unrelated to them. almost everyone in class a has some sort of weird drawing they have from him

[astraysimp]

Am i...back???

AS WE ALL KNOW...DAD SKZ HAS TAKEN OVER MY MIND AND I HAVE THOUGHTS....like Lino's babies ( kittens as he calls them) playing with cat toys

just imagine...

you and Lino are sitting on your couch with your cute little Bubby sat on the floor in front of you...but playing with Soonie, Doongi and Dori's toys. "Bub what are you doing, little one?" he couldn't help but ask, seeing your 9 month old baby giggling and fussing with a string toy. A string toy that you knew Soonie loved.

your baby couldn't talk, only able to babble out little squeals and giggles. Squealing, your baby looked at his dad with big brown feline eyes, ones that matched his dads, and waved the toy around. "Ah, is that Soon-Soon's toy, Bub?" You asked, smiling at the happy baby. "I think it is," your husband had tittered back. his eyes were locked on your son, gleefully waving the toy around.

your son was a carbon copy of Lino and with that came his love of cats. often times, your three fur babies would often would be seen protecting the mini Lino. constantly cuddling him, surrounding him and even going as far as to hiss at Lino when he tried to pick him up for feedings or bath time.

"Yah, I'm still your dad, Soonie." He whined, the orange fur cat mewed swatting at his leg as he help your son in his arms. "He isn't a cat," you would hear Lino tell your cats as your fur babies meows at the small chubby baby. "They sure think he is,jagi." You would giggle out, as he watched the cats and his son sitting on the floor playing with the toys.

At this rate... you were sure the baby's first word would be meow

//a.n: this is my first writing in a long while so please bare with me,(·•᷄∩•᷅ ) I hope you enjoy it and do free to send asks, requests and etc

tags: @straykeedz @thefantasyden @number1jeonginstan @itsnotmydejavu @linosssss @chqnverse @linosssss

[charleslee-valentine]

Menace

For the Texas Chainsaw Massacre Disability Pride Month Event: Day 1- Alternate Communication

Word Count: ~5,200

Warnings: Period typical understanding of trans identities, period typical attitudes, and out of date language. Domestic child abuse. Unintentional ableism/infantilization of a disabled character. Later intentional ableism. Hurt minimal comfort. Mean-spirited. Drayton Sawyer is not nice.

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Bubba’s at that age where he’s got a lot of questions.

A real teenager now, already thirteen and in that phase that the twins had before him, where there’s no excuses or lies to trick them into being quiet and obedient would work anymore. Now he’s got all the questions.

That’s not to say it’s the same kind of curiosity. His older brothers were sneaky, conniving things that could be tricky with the questions they asked, could get answers to things they wasn’t exactly s’posed to know. Somethin’ they were quite proud of.

But Bubba’s questions were more often about the deep thoughts of life. Things like how stars are made and where rainbows come from. Apparently the Bibles in every nightstand weren’t good enough answer for him. Fair enough since nobody read ‘em after Great Grandma’s days.

Bubba, with all his overflowing need for answers, come to the twins with a little notepad. It ain’t easy for him to write, but it’s even harder to speak, so Bubba has a system. He makes little letters and short words along with his noises to build a story his brothers can eventually understand.

Today though, his question is big, and they aren’t getting what he needs. Which means they doesn’t know how to answer it. Which means Bubba gets so upset he’s about to start cryin’.

They take note of the shiny tears formin’ in his big ol’ eyes, and Bobby is the one to promise, “W-We’ll fix it! We’ll fix it, lil’ B-Bubba!”

Nubbins leaves to the kitchen and returns with a cup of juice, the kind with a lid he used to drink from when he was younger but the twins still think he likes, “Here! I-Is ‘at w-what’cha wanted?”

Bubba gives a roll of his (unfortunately misty) eyes and pushes it away with a huff. He’s not a baby that cries for juice, he’s having a crisis and wishes his brothers would just get it.

“Aw, Bubby w-what the hell y-you on?!” Bobby complains sharply, which just kind of makes Bubba lose control and cry.

Both twins feel bad for causing those tears to finally fall, though they won’t say it, deciding to go and find the powers of the house to fix their mess up.

“L-Let’s go ask big b-brother-“ Nubbins announces, looking to Bubba to see if that’s okay, so Bubba gives a tiny nod.

Each takes one of his hands, guiding him as they run down the stairs calling, “Drayton! Drayton!”

They caught him off guard with his second or maybe third coffee of the day, bitter liquid spilling down the rim of the mug and splattering on the counter. Earns them a raised voice, “Christ on a goddamn- Who lit a flame under your asses? I taught you better’n runnin’ ‘round here like hellions!”

“Bubba’s got- B-Bubba’s got a question a-and we c’ain’t figures it o-out!” Nubbins explains for the trio of them, long arms raised out and above Bubba’s head to protect the littlest one from a possible punishment over the spilled coffee.

They’re lucky that their older brother can be a little bit nicer to Bubba, talking to him like a human at times, “That right? C’mere, Bubba.”

Like he’s in trouble, or still five years old and barely walking, Bubba waddles forward to Drayton with his head down and his hands clasped and twiddling behind his back.

Drayton scoffs at his demeanor as though he ain’t given his brothers every reason under the sun to be afraid, “Ain’t in trouble. Wha’s’a matter?”

Because he’s gotten so tall, Bubba hunches his shoulders down to be at a height around the same as Drayton. Quietly, though not quite a whisper on account of not really being able to, Bubba babbles away, his tone and his inflection to the sounds he makes in place of any distinct words.

Drayton never did need the written out sentences that the twins did, understanding his cooing as though he were speaking perfectly clear English.

“Uh-huh..” Eyebrows drawn tight together, a deep frown across his aging face, Drayton asks for the truth, “Boy you ain’t pullin’ on my chain?”

Bubba shakes his head, “Nuh-uh!” Makes a little cross over his heart to swear it's true and everything.

Suddenly his exasperated face turns grim. Mist of sad behind his eyes.

“This’n… Big brother c’ain’t fix this’n, you hear. I’m no good for that.. I’m- Ain’t a very good influence..”

The twins exchange a glance, mutually understanding absolutely nothing of what’s going on, before Nubbins nudges Bobby so he’ll speak up. He chirps, “Drayton? Drayton w-w-watcha talkin’?”

Drayton’s shoulders snap backwards like he’s been shoved over by some specter, startled clear out of his self-reflection and onto the defensive, “Boys your.. your Bubba needs a little help.”

“Tha’s y-yer job though!” Bobby argues, angry that they thought he'd be nice enough to help when they couldn’t figure out how.

“Shut your mouth!” Hand flying out like it’s nothin’, Drayton dishes out a backhand that hits Bobby first and scratches slightly on Nubbins’ jaw too. He gives an order with a grimace, hating to be undermined but never rising to his duties, “You boys take Bubba ‘n show ‘im upstairs to your Gran’parents’ room.”

Timidly, but the curious, argumentative spirit never quite extinguished in him, Nubbins asks, “Why? W-Wha’s up there?”

“I’ll show you when I get to that for God’s sakes!.. Need a damn smoke firs’..” Draytons voice trails off as he storms for the front door, slamming it shut and, from the sound of it, pacing around the porch.

Unfazed, the twins start dragging their little brother around again, “C’mon l-lil’ Bubba!”

Frustrated at being babied in his teen years, Bubba whines all the way up the steps. already a head taller than the shortest of his three older brothers, he can’t grasp why they want to see him as some tiny, fragile baby. Maybe then they’d understand his growing pains, if they could just see him as a regular 13 year old.

“M-Mean ol’ man, huh Bubba?” Bobby bumps him with his shoulder playfully, big cheeseburger smile on, like it’s funny he got hit and Bubba didn’t get any answers.

A whole slurry of sad and frustrated and scared mixes together and just turns Bubba’s stomach. The best he can muster is a shrug.

They take reluctance as a sign of worry, with Nubbins informing him in a harsh whisper, “Y-You’s allowed to say it. Ain’t n-nobody like Cook.”

“E-Even Cook don’ like Cook!” Bobby adds, breaking into a cackle that makes Nubbins laugh along.

That confuses Bubba, making a noise he hopes they can understand so they explain better, “Duh?”

Sort of better. Bobby starts up his rambling, “He’ just pissed ‘cause.. ‘cause I-I bet he had that d-dumb ol’ face his wh-whole life.”

Now that’s confusing. Everyone in the family always had just the one, except for Bubba, ever since he started wearing masks just a couple years ago.

Nubbins starts to steer his twin into understandable territory, “Heh heh, yeh, B-Bubs gets a newww face when- when he’s feelin’ like a stuck-up bitch hog!”

“But all the old man does, i-is make that ol’ sucker face!” Bobby howls.

Of course both twins immediately imitate Drayton’s grumpy face with exaggerated pouts and scrunched features. A rumbly laugh squeaks out of Bubba, though he feels guilty for finding their insults funny. It dies off pretty fast and then he stares at the ground instead, hoping they’re done with their teasing.

It doesn’t help that they’re wrong. Bubba isn’t upset about anything to do with the face and neither was Drayton. The masks have already been serving their purpose, with their makeup and shiny hair. That’s just what scares him. Thinking maybe Drayton got mad about that he likes to wear lady faces sometimes, and the questions starting up now surrounding if that’s allowed.

Because that ain’t the reason, what the twins said ‘bout changin’ every time he gets bored and stuffy and irritated. Bubba thinks that, some of the time anyway, he really is a lady, underneath the face and all.

Miming for the twins to understand that is futile, but he tries anyhow, flashing his hands and pointing to his mask and shaking his head in a pattern.

The twins are not subtle about their confusion. Staring blankly, Bobby asks his twin, “You gots any idea w-what he’s sayin’?”

Nubbins shakes his head no, taking a random guess based on earlier, “Bubba- B-Bubba is you askin’ why.. why the Cook’s so mean?”

“Oh yeah! I-I bet that’s it!” Bobby bounces on his heels, like he’s excited to be wrong.

Poor Bubba makes an ‘X’ with crossed arms, but they just ignore it, their minds made up already about his intention.

Starting with Nubbins, they tell the story they’ve been told when they’ve asked why Drayton was treating them badly, “Well uh..uh.. m-me an’ Bobby, we was born jus’ when Drayton was ‘boutta m-move real far a..away.”

“He-He found some.. some dumb job was gonna s-steal him from the fam’ly. And we th-thinks he had a.. a secret l-lady friend!”

“‘T-‘Til us lil’ cripples was born. Th-That’s his words eh-zactly.”

Bubba’d heard all that before by himself, but it sounded more interesting when the twins told it rather than big brother. At least they weren’t holding it over his head. If he could manage reasonably communicatin’ with them, he’d like to know more, so he makes a motion with his hands pulling towards himself.

Nubbins understands Bubba wants more knowledge, but doesn’t know what to tell him, deciding to reminisce, “I-I-I’s gonna pull out them-them photo picture albums! W-We’ll find somethin’ good in them! Drayton’s book ain’t th-that big, w-we could pull it down for answers!”

Frantic, this attempt at bonding not at all what he wanted, Bubba tries to whine and make a ‘stop’ motion with his hands on account of they aren’t allowed. Getting in trouble is the last thing he wants right now.

But Bobby scolds him, while helping his twin to drag down the giant dusty photo book, “Oh hush, b-big brother ain’t gonna be f-finished with them cigs ‘til- ‘til he’s stinkin’ worse’n G-Gramma used to.”

“Shush it! B-Bubs don’ remembers her neither!” Nubbins gives a thwack to Bobby’s head not unlike the one they received from Drayton earlier for that slip up. Without asking first if Bubba even cared, which he didn’t all that much.

The twins sit on the dusty old bed, each with a cover of the book in their laps over crossed legs. Bobby flips the first few pages, past the really, really old photos of people they never even heard of. Once yellows and orangey browns fades to black and white, they find what they're looking for an’ point for Bubba to see, “Lookie, h-here she is!”

It’s Grandma in her dressey clothes, wrapped in layers and layers of lace and pretty colors they can’t quite see under the colorless photo. She died wearin’ that same Pearl necklace and the curlers that would’ve made her up-did ringlets if she ever gots to take ‘em out. Her gappy, black toothed smile shows a different side, where she’s not so fancy, but they loved her all the same and she loved them. According to how her eyes crinkle and her cheeks look rosy, whole figure outlined by the faintest blur from the shake of her laughter, she loves the little baby in her arms too.

That’s the trouble though. A baby girl, according to the bows on her tiny clothes. Nubbins’ face gets all offended, “W-Wha’s she doin’ in Drayton’s pictures book with some lil’ l-lady baby?” He flips to double-check the name on the front, and sure ‘nough it says ‘Drayton’ right there, in clear as day handwriting. ‘Sides, far as they know, ain’t been a little girl Sawyer born in sixty some years.

“Lemme see that!” Bobby snatches the book away so he can bring it up to his face and narrow his fuzzy eyes at it, focusin’ real hard ‘til he concludes, “Well th-that outta b-be Mama.”

Now Nubbins knows that ain’t right and rolls his eyes, “No, you-you dummy, Gramma was only our age w-when Mommy was born. Ain’t no ol-old lady already.”

“That ain’t old.” Bobby concludes without looking again at Gramma’s obvious wrinkles in the picture.

“It ain’t y-y-young neither!”

“Sh-Shuddup!”

Nubbins being taller is able to snatch the book and clamber to his knees, holding it high up above Bobby’s head. With his other hand, he blocks his scratching and swatting to defend the book, when he turns his head and notices their little brother watching.

“Bubba, y-you wanna sees it?”

Bubba nods oh so excitedly, making hands like grabby little claws. Nubbins giggles and hands it to him, probably hoping to dump it off anyhow so he can fight Bobby with his full attention.

Only a little disturbed by all the commotion and rattling of the bed they’re using as a fighting ring, Bubba slowly flips through, watching the stranger baby girl in Grandma’s arms grow up into a toddler, and then a little kid, no older than seven or eight years old.

And suddenly, the little girl chops all her hair off, and starts swimmin’ in baggy old clothes, and smiles bright ‘n wide, showin’ off two little bucked teeth. That is Drayton.

Bubba gasps and squeals and bounces to get the twins’ attention.

“What? W-What’s a’ matter Bubba?” Bobby checks up, showing actual real concern underneath the big red slap mark on his face.

Nubbins looks, double-takes to process the shocked expression on Bubba’s face, and then gets angry at his twin, blaming him and all the arguing for Bubba’s emotion, “Y-You scared ‘im!”

“Nuh-uh! Uh-uh!” Bubba insists, waving his hands.

They stop to get their answers and see Bubba’s fished out the little picture from under the sticky plastic, holding it out. Flipped to the back, there’s some blue pen, sort of sideways and scratchy writing but easy enough to read.

The twins know it as Mama’s handwriting, a little script that says: ‘Little Es is officially a big boy. Asks we call him - Drayton. 1925’

“Woah.” They deadpan at the same time, sharing another playful nudge over their jinx.

Nubbins is the first to deviate from their identical surprise, with a question, “W-What’s this business big brother was a b-baby girl for? Is a-all babies girls?”

“No way, stupid. J-Just the ones that the Mama and the Daddy gets- gets confused.” Bobby snorts at him, always acting like he’s so much smarter.

Since he wants to be, Nubbins asks him sarcastically, though it is true really doesn’t know on his own, “What’s ‘at mean?”

“They m-mixed it up a-and c-couldn’t tell which was it.” Bobby says it like it’s obvious.

Now it’s Nubbins’ turn to get all haughty, ‘cause he thought of somethin’ smart that says what Bobby’s actin’ like is true, ain’t. “What, y-you thinks babies change they-they’s own diapers? Nope.”

Fed up with them, Bubba covers his ears and squeaks as loud as possible, “Eeee!”

No more words, they both snap to attention looking at him. Bubba calmly starts to mimic with his hands, pointing to the baby girl picture, slicing through the air, and pointing again to Drayton’s first boy picture. He’s trying to show them the progression, that this was a gradual change.

“Uh… Dr-Drayton splitted in half?” Bobby guesses.

Nubbins claps his hands once as he realizes, “No! Bubby says Drayton jus’ a-a replacement! Th-They switched ‘im out!”

Yet again, Bubba is sighing at their wildness and shaking his head over their out of place assumptions.

But he feels bad about it immediately, once Drayton appears. Liked he cursed his brothers to a punishment for mostly innocent teasing by being frustrated at them.

Drayton reeks of cigarette smoke so badly they could prob’ly all suffocate in this dusty old room. He scans and finds the book out of place, immediately turning sour about the face, “What the hell you boys got into, huh?”

Bobby takes their incorrect theory and runs with it, “W-What’s it your business, you ain’t e-even our real big b-brother! Y-You just a replacement!”

“Yeh!!” Nubbins backs him up, nodding furiously.

“Give me that..” Drayton snatches his photo back, cradling it between his hands like they were playin’ with another wounded little baby bird or somethin’, “I oughta whoop you boys. I-I oughta beat you both senseless!!”

His red-faced rage scares them, but they deflect instead of admitting that, Nubbins pointing to their younger brother with accusation, “H-Hey! Bubba looked too!”

“Have you forgotten Bubba was who you two ingrates was s’posed t’ be helping!?” Drayton seems to just shrug off the attempt, turning it into more furious ammunition.

Brown-ish eyes get all wide, Nubbins frantic to insist, “Uh… no! We jus’... uh..”

“W-We don’ understand ‘im!” Bobby finishes for him.

So much for pretendin’ like they got it all handled, they gotta go cryin’ to big brother to fix it like they aren’t grown themselves now too, “We-We’s tried it! But like you s-said, we ain’t v-ver’ smart!”

“B-Big brother, we's jus’ stupid!!” They lament, lanky, scarred up arms finding their place around each other as they both start wailing.

Now Bubba really feels bad. The twin’s last birthday was number 18, meaning in the eyes of the law they was liable on they own now, full grown enough to move out and do somethin’ besides just play all day. Funny thing though, is the government not knowin’ they been workin’ all their lives, ‘round the farm or helpin’ Drayton with his business.

Just don’t seem like it sometimes, when they’re both burstin’ into tears, all torn up over bein’ bad at their assigned role as Bubba’s big brothers. The way they baby him don’t sting quite so much now, knowin’ they was just tryin’ all they knew to get it right. Shouldn’t really be up to them, or Drayton for that matter, it should be their mama.

Bubba saw her picture in his book, her giant brown eyes, carved into her slender face by puffy rims. Her smile was sort of the same way, chipped away from a bony, pale sort of glow about her. Unlike Gramma, Mama didn’t doll herself up in dark red lipsticks and spidery eye lashes. Mama wore every freckle and mole and the burn scar on her cheek with pride.

Looking into that face, peppered with all kinds of realness, Bubba can’t imagine her leaving jus’ ‘cause of his face. Drayton told him that all along, that his face had these awful gaps and dents and pinches that warped it around, along the lines of where he now had ropey pink scars and droopy eyes.

Mama was pretty, so pretty he’s a little jealous, but her eyes just got this look a lot like love and acceptance that makes Bubba want to believe somethin’ different happened back then. It’s nicer to think Mama would’ve helped his ways of communicatin’, than it is to admit she walked out, whatever the reason.

“Now.. Now, that’s enough of that! Quiet!” Drayton is hollering at the twins to stop their cryin’, drawing Bubba up out of the photo book and into the current problem. Or rather, problems, counting being caught with the picture books, yelling at Drayton, all their bickering, and Bubba struggling to communicate on top of all that.

For their part, the twins do quiet down to just sniffles, watching as Drayton points in their faces and turns,

“I’ll be back to you two after ‘ while.”

For now he’s dealin’ with Bubba, who’s got dread pumpin’ in his veins like a rainstorm against the windows.

Drayton wets his lips and forces a chuckle like he does when he’s talking to a victim. Bubba thinks his brother must be half scared of somethin’, as he motions to the photo book, “What’s ‘at you got there?”

It’s got to be a trap. A trick question. Bubba slams it shut and snatches it close, wrapping his arms around it. A teeny part of him hopes he can hide that it’s Drayton’s particular book, until he remembers that he’d already seen the particular snapshot in history they was all lookin’ at.

“Ah, c’mon now. Show me.” Drayton coos, a tone reserved almost exclusively for folks tied to the dinner table, or the way he talks to the food in the truck when he thinks the boys are too busy to listen.

There’s danger in that. Bubba eases up slowly, presenting the book on the page he’d been fixated to. Drayton takes it full out of his hands and flips through with skill and ease, clearly looked through this photo book many times while nobody else was s’pose to see.

What he lands on is another photo of himself, a little older this time, proudly in line with Grandpa, officially recognized as a man of this house. Someone in their history’d doctored it to have a small cut out photo of little Drayton next to it. With his hair in girly piggy tails and a skirt lengthwise down to his shins.

“See here, this’n’s the one I wanted t’ show ya.”

Bubba thinks he’s starting to understand that they were supposed to look in the photo books. Drayton would’ve hit them already instead of later on, if he could truly bring himself to be angry about their spying. Big brother must ought’ been too shy to show off the pictures, preferring them to find it without him in the room. Maybe in case they said somethin’ mean.

“You was sayin’ ‘bout all that, boy-girl business. One to the other, huh? There ya have it. Know a fella myself done that.” He starts, bridging together all the small pieces in Bubba’s head to build the bond he’d hoped.

Earlier, what Bubba told Drayton that the twins couldn’t understand, he was tellin’ about his questions, his crisis, his out of body feelins.

Bobby gets impatient with Drayton takin’ it all so slow though, “Y-You did, you ch-changed-“

“Damn it, I know that! Tryin’a make friendly!“ Drayton whips his head ‘round to yell, taking a slow, deep breath on the way back to brace himself for the serious side of this, “Lookie, Bubba. You know.. heh.. big brother ain’t as naive as I look. Let you do all that business with your makeup ‘n them suits of your departed auntie’s, ‘cause I seen the inklin’ of this all along.”

Like a confused critter, a puppy at the door wonderin’ who’s on the other side, Bubba tilts his head sideways, “Guh?”

“Well now I watched you grow, didn’t I? Noticed you wasn’t like your brothers.” Drayton laughs like there’s a joke, but it’s still too tense to be real. His cold tone and accompanying lisp drop in, “But Bubba, you gots to be real serious ‘bout this if you’s gonna switch it up. Now I.. you know I can’t just start sayin’ I got’a little sister and everybody gonna be okay with it.”

Now Drayton won’t look him in the eyes, in the pretty woman face he’s wearin’ to feel the way his brother is describing, instead fixing his eyes downwards to his hands, “They’ll see through ya. God knows it. Best to stick ‘round the house much as you can if’n you go on with it. Can’t run ‘round the slaughterhouse or the station so free. ‘Til the idea of boy Bubba dies off anyhow.”

It still feels like too much. Like all kinds of commitment and work that’s still going to leave the problem exposed. What Drayton’s talking is doin’ a heart surgery on a brain-dead bitch hog. Ain’t gonna fix a damn thing.

Bubba shakes his head defiantly. The room around him is silent, Drayton’s face falling so bad you’d swear somebody done slapped him right ‘cross it.

Nubbins must noticed, cause he taps Drayton on his arm, whisper-informing him, “Cook, I-I thinks he’s sayin’ he don’ want that.”

“That right, huh? You wanna stay a boy?” Drayton tries to clarify.

But Bubba shakes his head at that too, and crosses his arms now.

“So you is wantin’ to be a girl?”

Another shake. Drayton’s skipping over the right answer, and Bubba hopes he’ll understand that if he could just deny his questions enough. It feels strange, that his usual go-to for understandin’ is now so closed off, caught up in his own experience so much he can’t see Bubba’s how it is.

The twins ain’t perfect about the way they talk with Bubba but they do try, or at least they’s goin’ to now, ‘cause Bobby excitedly declares. “I know this! I-I-I know this! I think Bubba w-wanna be both!”

A little surprised honestly, Bubba feels a big burst of happy energy from his heart out into his limbs. He wiggles his arms and claps his hands together, faster than he would if he were talkin’ this way.

Drayton is stuck up on Bobby bein’ right, not takin’ it a good way like Bubba, “That ain’t the way it works, fool.”

Bubba ain’t sure if he’s talkin’ the boy-girl stuff, or the ‘Drayton isn’t always right and the twins know their shit sometimes’ stuff.

“S-Sure it is! If that’s what B-Bubba wants!” Nubbins sounds too confident, and they all realize he’s just rubbing salt in the wounds as much as he is extending an olive branch past the old man to Bubba.

“Yeh! O-Old man don’ make the rules!” Bobby agrees, and they’re across the other side of the bed, but Bubba feels like they’re huggin’ him, wrapped around with happy feelings and pleasant warmth.

“I ain’t old yet. And damn it I didn’t say a contrary word!” Drayton insists, taking the high road. No fists go flying, or belts for that matter, just a sort of vulnerability uncovered that would usually have that violent shield over top when his usefulness slipped, “Bubba, help your big brother understand.”

“Uh…” Bubba don’t know how. It’s been put plainly already. He just kinda freezes with his wrists bent up soothingly.

“U-Use the p-pictures, Bubs!” Bobby encourages him, since that’s how he got his point across to them before. Poorly scrawled words didn’t ever really cut it and neither did his gestures, so pictures would have to do.

Only, he doesn’t really get how to do that with limited photos of Drayton’s upbringing that got nothin’ to do with this current issue at all. That must show in his eyes, the panic and the just stuck feeling that’s catching up to him.

Nubbins suggests, “Make.. m-make new ones!”

To show it’s possible, Bobby fetches another yellow-paged notepad, while Nubbins produces a pencil from behind his ear, there ‘cause he was copying the pen Drayton usually keeps there on his own person.

Bubba babbles his version of a thank you, simple phrases like that still known to the family more than this complex stuff, and begins doodling. It takes two entire pages to show it all in his pictures, things like Bubba changing outfits, wearing his boy self and then his girl self, a calendar and the rotating sun showing it’s a day to day sort of thing. At first, Bubba had wanted to know if that was normal, his questions being about how to handle it.

Their reactions were answer enough though, and now it’s just like he’s answerin’ his own questions. Makes him feel kinda smart, drawing out answers and showing all the feelings her never managed to speak on. Really and truly communicating.

Drayton looks it all over when he’s finished and sort of half, fake-smiles.

“Sometimes a she, sometimes a he. Long as yer dressed accordin’ly, think I can work with ‘at. Knew a few fellas down… well you don’ want ‘t know all ‘at. Heh. Older you kids get, less I think I’m knowin’ how ‘t talk to ya.”

Shaking his head at himself in something like shame, Drayton gets up to leave. He’s frustrated at having failed at understanding, but just as much about having passed on his afflictions in the way of the human sex to poor Bubba somehow.

Hands shaking, he goes to the door to leave, before stopping. His heavy, quivery breaths fill the room more than any of the noise they’d been making today, “Bubba. Don’t go tellin’ this to the outside, you hear? These drawins, they stay in the home. To the outside you’re mute again.”

“That ain’t f-fair! I-If we can understands his art, e-everyone oughta, a-and he’ll be jus’ like normal!” Bobby stands and argues, his twin nodding furiously behind him.

Bubba though, he doesn’t like all the yelling and covers his eyes to hide from it.

“Hell what makes you boys think you know a damned thing about normal? Huh? What makes ya think I don’t?” Drayton had stomped forward, probably grabbed the boy according to the way Bobby yelped. Bubba curls up tighter and hopes that slap he just heard doesn’t hurt as bad as it sounded.

“Thats right ain’t nothin’ normal ‘round here, ‘n I ‘llow that much, but you find yourself testin’ my damn limits!!”

The door slams again and something falls over, a bone animal Bubba is pretty sure but not positive until he’s ready to uncover his eyes. In the quiet, the twins check up on each other first before coming back to gently inform Bubba.

“Psst. Bubba. H-He gone.” It’s Nubbins that says that.

Slowly Bubba comes out of hiding, obvious to all that a couple tears slipped past and wet his mask just so. Staying hushed, Bobby gently takes the drawing pad he was using and puts it in the big pocket on the inside of his sleeveless jacket.

“Iss alright. Lookie. Here look. I-I’s gon’ keep this.. this lil’ pad in my pocket, a-an when you wants to speak you tell one ‘f us. Th-That way, you ain’t the one c-carryin’ it so y-youu won’ get in trouble!”

“Tha’s sm-smart.” Nubbins testifies, grinning some. Seeing his toothy smile makes Bubba feel better, catching his breaths and steadying back out to no more panic. He gives a nod in agreement.

Bobby got a little ego about him from that claim, “I know it! W-We both is!”

Instead of the argument Bubba was expecting, the twins clap their hands together and clasp them there, connecting and silently saying that they handled this good. Cheeriness comes back into them and they’re laughing like hyenas before Bubba’s had time to process.

He still feels a little sad on his own. Ain’t easy bein’ told he’s a freak of nature needs to hide from the public, no matter how many times or for which reason it happens.

At least the notepad wasn’t burned up or somethin’, and he’s still ‘llowed to use it at home. Looking at all the photo albums, home to the first inkling of this understanding, he gets the idea to make a new one, that will hold his communication drawings as the pictures. That’ll be his next craft, and surely Nubbins will be able to help him with the sewing and gluing ‘til he gets real good on his own. Brings a crooked smile to his face as well.

[littlebabyself]

hihi! (this is my main but please imagine im asking from my agere account @is-it-nearly-naptime!)

i saw you write headcanons? I'd love to hear your heartstopper headcanons! especially little!charlie and cg!nick :))

have a wonderful day! <33

Yello!

I’m like a billion years late to this request but I’m here nonetheless.

Anyways, here we go!!

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Charlie’s age range is 3-5

They have set meal times three times a day to make sure charlie eats

nicks favorite thing to do with little charlie is playing LPS with him.

Charlie CONSTANTLY has to have skin to skin contact with nick when he’s little.

Charlie loves to have stories about outer space read to him 

Nick uses boomer emojis, sorry guys.

Charlie is always super bundled  up by nick before they play in snow

Nick always understands charlie’s random babbles 

charlie is a huge stuffies lover and has a very old comfort puppy plush named scruffy.

Charlie calls nick puppy and bubby because he sees him as a golden retriever (as everyone does) 

Nick dresses charlie in his clothes

charlie loves having his hair played with 

Nick always cries at the sad dog movies

Nick takes charlie out for drives to help him sleep.

Charlie loves bathtime

Nick lets charlie do his hair and nails

They watch the stars together :) 

Sometimes charlie gets really bad panic attacks and has to have nick there to calm him down 

Nick loves to play peekaboo with charlies

Charlie isn’t entirely paci dependent but it does help him calm down when panicked 

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Oh you're absolutely correct!! Ghost wouldn't move away from the person he's already cuddling. It's a double edged sword because on one hand, Ghost is finally relaxing and it's adorable but on the other, He does not want to be moved and gets super fussy/weepy if he's moved. Whoever is chosen for cuddles best be prepared to stay put for a while. And omg,,I'm picturing Ghost already cuddling with Soap, face buried in his neck when Soap makes an exaggerated gasp and gently rouses Ghost "Si Si! lookie who's here!" Simon is about to whine and huff at being disturbed until he hears a soft chuckle from his left and turns his head to see 'Bubby Kon' (Little Simon has nicknames for everyone in 141 and ppl he deeply trusts) "Hello, Kindchen (sweetheart)"

Konig's eyes are crinkled as he's delighted to see the little one. His heart melts when Simon's eyes widen and he shyly waves, the sweetest smile on little Ghostie's face behind his paci. Simon, still cuddled up to Soap adjusts himself so he's able to face Bubby and start's babbling and cooing at Bubby. Little Ghostie wiggles and smiles whenever Konig responds as if they are having a two way conversation. im so feral today vfjduai sorry for the spam

I'D HAVE YOU SPAM ME ALL DAY IF I COULD 😭

THATS SO FUCKING CUTE

Anon if you ever write a fic please PLEASE TELL ME OH MY GOD?? YOUR IDEAS /pos

If you get claimed by Ghost for cuddles you're STAYING PUT. It's like the cat rules. You cannot get up. You cannot move.

They are having a conversation about anything Ghostie wants :33

It's rare they see König, I think he'd be so very excited to be around him even if he doesn't wanna move from his cuddles

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Simon From The Wiggles

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x wife!reader

Word Count: 632

Warnings: dad!simon, mom!reader, simon's first born son being named tommy after his brother, fluff

Summary: Coming home after a mission to his favourite people in the world, Simon experiences one of the best moments of his life.

(this is the guy being spoken about)

Simon had been off on a mission for a month or so, practically crawling to get back to you and your son, Tommy. The little bugger had just surpassed 10 months and he had began babbling. He was the most adorable thing and you both loved him to death. He was the light in the dark for Simon, much like you were the sun to his rain. 

When he finally did step back into your home, he immediately heard giggles coming from the living room. Tommy’s sweet little giggles. His babbling too, echoing throughout your house. He stripped off his gear, leaving everything by the door, including his mask. Simon stepped into the living room in just his compression shirt and tactical pants, smiling at the sight of you sitting on the ground, holding Tommy on your lap. 

The little boy’s eyes light up at the sight of his father, kicking his legs to get to him. Poor guy still doesn’t understand how walking works. Simon smiles, bending down to take the boy into his arms, tossing him up into the air and catching him again like a ball, just how he likes. 

You stand up, pressing a kiss to Simon’s cheek, smiling. “Hi honey, welcome home.”

He grins, “Hi lovie. You both have fun withou’ me?”

“Lots,” you nod at Tommy, nudging him with your nose. “Ain’t that right, bubba?”

The little boy giggles and fills the house with his little babbles. The sight makes Simon’s heart flutter. 

“Why don’t you two sit down, huh? I’m gonna go get started on dinner,” you kiss Tommy’s temple and Simon’s cheek. 

You head into the kitchen, preparing dinner. 

Simon sits down with Tommy, placing the little boy on his lap as he turns the tv volume back up. 

There’s these 3 guys, in different coloured shirts–blue, purple, and red–singing, with a girl in a yellow dress, bow in her hair. They look Simon’s age. He chuckles. Tommy’s face lights up, squealing.

“Mi-mom!” The boy babbles. 

Simon blinks. He does a double take. “What you sayin’, bubby?”

The boy giggles, still staring at the screen. He claps his hands, “Mi-mon!” 

It’s more audible this time too. But Simon still hears what he heard before.

“Lovie! He said i’! He said his firs’ word! My name! Lovie!” he shouts. 

You poke your head back into the living room. “Really?”

“Yeah! Say it agai’, bubby! Come on!” Simon’s voice is filled with excitement.

“Mi-mon! Mi-mon! Mi-mon!” Tommy claps and giggles at the top of his lungs. 

“Damn it, bubby. You ruined the surprise,” you shake your head. 

Simon furrows his brows in confusion. Why aren’t you excited like he is? Your first child just said his first word!

“Whadya mean, lovie? ‘his is amazin’!” Simon tosses his baby boy into the air. “My name!” 

“He wasn’t referring to you, Si,” you bite your lip to hold back a giggle. “One of his favourite characters in that show is called Simon…he said his name 2 days ago…I was going to surprise you.”

“What? What show?” Simon remains confused. 

“Simon…from…the wiggles…”

“‘M sorry, lovie, what the fuck did you jus’ say?” 

“The red guy on the tv, that’s him…” 

“The old guy? Tommy loves ‘im?” 

“Mhm.” 

The little boy in question is kicking to get back to the tv. 

“I’m sorry, honey…I know you were super excited and you should still be! His first word was Simon! We can tell people it was for you!” 

“Lil bugger,” Simon nudges his son. “Say it again.”

The boy giggles, not yet understanding his father. 

“Si, it’s a good thing, right?” you smile. 

“‘Course, lovie, he’s gonna be talkin’ soon, and he’ll be able to say daddy,” Simon tickles the boy. “Ain’t that right, Mi-mon?” 

Tommy’s eyes light up. “Mi-mon!” 

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Dennis and Wifey run into the ex-wife in the grocery store.

I see Dennis and Wifey ignoring ex-wife. There’s no bad blood or anything he’s moved on and he’s extremely happy with Wifey

Oh, Nonnie!! I agree 100% that Dennis and Wifey would ignore the fuck out of her. Ignore her entire existence. And I fucking love it. But I have an idea, and I want to throw it out there. I have a few thoughts:

firstly, I think Dennis spots his ex-wife in the frozen foods section at the end of the aisle

he whispers to you, telling you he’s got a plan

you’re lost for a second until he nods in the direction of his ex

you see her and instantly go from ten to one, you wanted to beat her ass but not in front of your husband and infant son

he tells you to go around the next aisle and come back at the end of this aisle

you wonder what he’s going to say to her and give him a quick peck on the cheek and a smack on the bottom as he fast-walks down the aisle

taking your son around the corner, you talk to him while he garbles nonsense at you

Dennis makes it to the next freezer door and pretends to be choosing between frozen peas and frozen broccoli

“Dennis?”

“Oh, Amelia. Didn’t see ya there”

that deflates her a bit and he loves to see it

“How have you been? You look well”

he knows he looks well, a great marriage based on love and honesty will do that for ya

but he doesn’t say exactly that

“Oh yeah, ya think? Well, I work out here and there”

he says this as he puts back the frozen peas and then flexes his bicep a little, just enough to make her salivate

“So how’s Lance? You two still together?”

honestly, he could care less, and he hopes the guy fell off a cliff or something

“Uh, we decided to go our separate ways. It was nobody’s fault”

yeah, sure it was, sweetie

“Huh. That sucks”

“Yeah”

he didn’t think she could shrink any smaller, but she does when you come around the corner

“Bubby, there you are! Did you get the broccoli?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Did DJ behave for you?”

“Of course, he did. Our little boy is perfect as always, babbling a mile a minute”

you both ignore Amelia as she gapes looking at you two sharing a kiss before Dennis leans in to blow a raspberry on DJ’s neck making him giggle

“Well, we have gotta get going. But, uh, see ya around”

“Bye, Dennis”

you and Dennis are already walking away before Amelia says goodbye

Dennis is taking DJ from the cart and holding him on one hip while he uses the other arm to smack you on the ass, making you turn to him and kiss him on the lips

as you make it around the corner, you both dissolve into a fit of giggles and have to catch your breath as DJ looks at you like you’ve lost your minds

I finally named Dennis’ wife. I don’t think she had a name if I can remember correctly. Anyway, because I am a research whore, I looked up evil names. Amelia Dyer is one of the most infamous serial killers in history, having killed over three hundred infants over thirty years during the 19th century in England. Dennis’ wife? Evil enough to be a baby murderer, the evilest thing you can do.

[agerefandomrambles]

Hi hi!!!!

I really really really like your writing style and i really like the one fic that you wrote where chase regresses and it domino effects:33 it would be super cool if you could write something like that again? Maybe where chase and cameron regress around Forman and the he regresses too but to a bigger age like he did in the mentioned fic and then he tries to like keep it all under control but cant and gets frustrated that he cant and has a little tantrum when House and Wilson walk in. Then yk house and wilson give everyone cuddles and kisses and make it all better

Totally okay if not or if you wanna ignore some of the details or like change anything!! Totally get that!!

I hope you have a good day orr night!!!

Title: Big Boy

Word count: 1700

Little: Cameron, Chase, Foreman

Cg: House, Wilson, Cuddy

TW: fighting regressing

Plot: Chase and Cameron regress. Foreman doesn’t want to regress but he does. Tantrums ensue

A repetitive banging noise echoed through the DDX room. Cameron, Foreman and House all pause their conversation, curious looks sent to chase, who is continuously banging his head on the glass table, bringing it down with a fair bit of force.

Cameron gently holds her hand out, taking some of the impact on his head. She winces when his head hits her hand.

House’s look softens when a small whine sneaks its way out of Chases mouth while face down on the table.

“Cameron, Foreman, I want 3 idea’s when I get back and at least one of them must be semi reasonable.” House barks at his subordinates. He then grabs Chase by his arm and all but drags him into his office.

Once they enter his office, House sits Chase in the chair before shutting the blinds to the DDX room. Then, he sits on his own chair and faces Chase, scanning his face for a moment.

“’M sorry” Chase mumbles, not meeting House’s stare.

“What for Bobby?” House asks gently, tilting his head up. When Bobby finally makes eye contact with House, tears brimming in his eyes, a small coo comes from House.

“’gressed” Chase mumbles, confirming House’s suspicions. House just tuts and pulls Chase into his lap as best he can.

“You’re allowed to be small ducky. It’s important to me you know that” House whispers, trying to bring Chase down from his anxiety. “Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling slippy?” He gently asks.

“No wan’ make Als n  Ricky slip” Chase babbles, snuggling closer to House.

“Oh bubby” House whispered, his heart melting a little bit. He goes to say something else when his pager goes off. He sighs, then takes Chase’s hand before walking out into the DDX room.

“A certain little wombat seems to have slipped. Cuddy has unfortunately found a… present I left for her and I’d rather not have have any little ones with me when she finds me. Can one of you two watch him? I’ll pay.” House asks, while Chase hides behind him, hiding his face in his shirt.

“Yeah of course we can watch him” Cameron replies, smiling warmly at Chase.

“We can play some games, right Kiddo?” Foreman adds, getting up and walking over to the part of the DDX room with all the kiddy stuff before grabbing a picture book and some baby games.

House hands Chase over to Cameron, double checks that they’re alright, then leaves.

Foreman and Cameron settle themselves in a pile of beanbags before setting Chase up with a bottle and snack before they start reading. By the time they get through the third book though, Camerons dropped. And shes at the lower end of her age range, somewhere around 3ish.

“Bee?” Cameron asks softly, tugging on Foremans sleeve. One look at Cameron and Foreman knew she had slipped.

Cameron let the sleeve of her favourite pink jumper make its way into her mouth and suck on it as she stared at Foreman with wide eyes. “’M really smol…” She whimpers, curling in on herself.

Foreman internally swore as he took in the sight of Chase trying to eat a wooden block and Cameron shrinking into herself on the verge of tears. His own hold on his headspace broke as soon as House brought Chase in regressed.

Foreman had been resisting the urge to slip since he got into the hospital that morning. He had been veering in and out of littlespace all day but luckily he was only regressed to 15 so he was able to keep a mask of functioning.

He quickly felt his grip on his mental space slipping as he realized he was solely responsible for little Chase and baby Cameron. He’s pulled out of his wallowing when a sharp wail cuts through the room.

He pulls himself into somewhat functioning, even though his mental age is rapidly dropping.

“Awe Bambi come here.” He comforts, pulling her into his lap. He awkwardly tries to soothe her but she keeps shrieking. Foreman’s chest constricts a little at the noise. Even when he’s fully aged up, he’s very sensitive to loud noises. Her wailing sets off Chase who starts sobbing at the noise.

Foreman puts Cameron down and darts between the two sobbing littles, trying his best to calm everyone down. Both of the babies wail and after a minute of trying, Foreman collapses on his bottom and wails as well as his headspace drops.

Forman sobs on the floor as for the first time in years, his headspace drops below 5. He curls into himself, his whole body wracked with sobs. He kicks and screams as he finally allows his emotions take control of him and throw a tantrum.

After he calms down some, he gathers Chase and Cameron closer to him, the former already calming down. Chase sucks in a calming breath before looking around and noting for the first time ever that he was the oldest little and therefor he was in charge.

The trio sinks into the beanbags and nap together, hugging one another close.

“Ricky… Als” He murmers, hugging them a little. He whispers comforting things to them as he pulls out his pager and pages Wilson, House and Cuddy. He cuddles the younger littles close to him as their sobs downgrade to sniffles.

It doesn’t take more then 5 minutes for House, Wilson and Cuddy to com racing up the stairs to the DDX room, Wilson and Cuddy both skipping 2 steps at a time. They burst into the room, startling the littles awake.

Cameron sucks in a breath, about to start crying again when she spots Wilson. Instead, she coos happily and reaches up to him. He quickly picks her up, resting her on his hip. He takes a look at her, noting the tear tracks and snot. “What happened Als?” Wilson asks softly, tucking her hair behind her ears.

“Foremen read stories ‘n’ ‘m felt smol ‘n’ ‘gressed smaller den bobby” Cameron whimpers, snuggling further into Wilsons chest. “Dada come now, am ok.” She whispers before promptly falling back asleep.

Meanwhile, Cuddy’s picked up Chase and is entertaining him with some games off to the side, being well used to entertaining the kiddos while House and Wilson are both working. Soon, giggles fill the room as the two play together.

After checking his other kids are occupied, House limps over to Foreman. He slowly and painfully lowers himself down to his eldest’s level. Foreman stares at the ground, pitiful sniffles escaping him every couple of seconds.

“Eric” House says simply, waiting patiently for Foreman to meet his gaze. I takes several moments but eventually Foreman lifts his gaze to meet his Papa’s. As soon as their eyes meet, Foreman feels a spark of anger light in his chest.

“Not fair.” Foreman mumbles under his breath, tears once again threatening to leak. But this time, instead of overwhelm, all he feels is frustration.

“Can you say that again please?” House asks, making sure to keep his voice low. He watches as Foremans gaze hardens and takes a deep breath, hoping to avoid a tantrum.

“Not fair! Don wanna be a big boy! Wan be little like Bobby!” Foreman shouts, quickly dissolving into angry tears. “Not fair! Not fair! Not fair!” He screams, breath weezing as his shouting and sobbing pick up. He throws the stuffies around him and beats his arms against House’s chest weakly.

House calmly moves anything out of his way and lets him get it out of his system, sensing that this has been pent up for a while and needs to be let out.

Foreman quickly stops flailing, his earlier tantrum having worn him out. He sobs into himself as his pent up emotions and thoughts finally flow out of him.

House scoops him up and just holds him as he cries himself out, his heart absolutely breaking for his eldest. He signals to Wilson and Cuddy to take Cameron and Chase out of the room as Foreman cries, hoping to avoid a meltdown from another kid and give Foreman some privacy.

They sit in comfortable silence for a good five minutes, Foreman slowly calming down with the presence of his dada.

“You ready to talk now baby?” House asks softly, gently stroking his back.

“ ‘M sorry dada” Foreman mumbles.

“What for?” House enquires, allowing Forman to stay snuggled in his lap as a way of comforting the boy in a way beyond words.

“havin’ a tantrum” Foreman mumbles sleepily.

“Bubs. I need you to look at me.” House says gently, pulling Foreman back to meet his eyes. “You will  never ever get in trouble for being a kid. You are allowed to be messy, naughty, emotional and anything else. Your papa and I will always be here for you. It’s important to us that you know that.” House takes a breath, searching Foreman’s eyes. He waits for Foreman to nod before continuing. “Now do you wanna tell dada why you threw a tantrum?”

“I guess I’m always the big brother. I always have to help take care of the babies and Cameron and Chase were both crying and I was frustrated because I had to be a big boy and help and I was feeling small and I don’t wanna always be a big boy.” Foreman rambles, it all coming out in one breath.

“Baby boy, you don’t have to be a big boy. Ever.” House exclaims. “Papa and I have the babies. If you wanna be a baby, then you be a baby. If we need a third caregiver we will call Cuddy. Your littlespace is yours.”

“Promise?” Foreman sniffles.

“I pinky promise” House says, a small smile creeping onto his face. “Do you want dada to make you a bottle and a snack?” House asks. Foreman just nods, allowing himself to sink into nonverbal.

House leads Foreman into the kitchen where Foreman plays with his big sister and brother while the caregivers make up some snacks for the little ones.