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nicksbestie · 8 months

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yn falling asleep on calum’s lap

Nap

i love agere fics <33

word count : 687

warnings : none!

enjoy!

Being a little came with a routine, for the most part.

The strictest parts of your routine were bedtime and naptime, and with a stricter caregiver, those were non-negotiables. Calum was strict but he was so loving, and part of that combination came with him making sure you were in bed on time, no exceptions. And most of the time, that wasn’t an issue, but today, naptime had come with a struggle.

You just didn’t want to go down for a nap. Normally, lunch, paired with a bottle, and promises of snuggles from your caregiver were enough to convince you easily. But today, it wasn’t working. You viewed nap and bedtime as “leaving” your caregiver, and while your subconscious knew that this statement wasn’t true, your little mind truly didn’t get that. Since Calum always promised cuddles and that he’d stay with you during naptime, you normally went happily, but today it just wasn’t enough.

Time-out hadn’t worked, bribery hadn’t worked, a bottle hadn’t worked, and while he was trying so badly not to show it, Calum was getting so frustrated. He wasn’t mad at you, he never was, but he knew if you didn’t go down for a nap soon that you’d be completely off schedule and it was going to be so difficult to get you back on track, so he needed you to fall asleep roughly in the next twenty minutes, for you to stay on schedule.

He had finally resorted to picking you up and walking around with you, hoping the motion would help. However, it didn’t, and he was struggling. So, lacking in ideas, he sat down on the couch with you in his lap, gentle hand rubbing your back, your hands clutching your stuffie and comfort blankie as you laid your head against his shoulder, looking up at him with wide eyes, sleep nowhere to be found in them. Calum gave you a soft but tired smile, gently humming along to a tune the band had been working on for their new album.

He got to the chorus before he noticed that you’d stopped shifting around so much, he looked down at you, realizing a small yawn was making its way out of your mouth, eyes drooping closed. He smiled, pausing the song to pick you up, only for you to whine and for your eyes to pop right back open. It only took him about ten seconds to realize what you wanted, and he continued the soft song, picking up back at the chorus.

“Into the dark, we’re no good for each other, into the dark, I’m not welcome no more. Cause I been spending all this time alone, I’m on the red line, sinking Aperol…”

The further he got into the song, the more you relaxed in his arms, his soft voice and comfortable hold on you successfully getting you to let yourself fall asleep. He took a deep breath between verses, disguising it as a moment to breathe before continuing the song, but really being a sigh of relief that you were dozing off. By the time he finished the song, you were completely asleep on his lap, stuffie tucked under one arm as your hand gripped his shirt tightly, unconsciously telling him to not let you go.

He realized there was no way he was going to be able to move you to your bed, not without waking you, and he knew you desperately needed the sleep. You had fallen asleep just in time to get enough sleep and stay on your schedule, and Calum didn’t want to risk it. However, he couldn’t resist grabbing his phone, within arms reach, and snapping a quick photo of the two of you. If you ever found it, he’d insist you were just way too cute to not do it. So, when he was sure he could slightly move without disturbing you, he grabbed his AirPods that were just out of reach, and he slipped one in so that he could watch a show on his phone while you rested. And that was how naptime went, despite the beginning struggles.

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bratzforchris · 8 months

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hi! can you do autistic little!luke with a special interest with stuffed animals, with either cake or lashton? ((:

New Toys

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Summary: Above

Pairing: Caregiver!Calum x little!Luke

Warnings: None

Word Count: 962

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I adore agere and neurodivergent fics :')

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Luke woke up with a huge smile on his face, immediately bouncing softly on Calum to wake him up. “Daddy! It stuffie day! Wakes pease, Daddy!” he lisped out around his paci.

Calum opened his eyes slowly, seeing his little one grinning down at him, blond curls falling in his face. “Good morning, little one. Come cuddle with Daddy.” he mumbled sleepily, in a futile attempt to get Luke to go back to sleep for a while longer.

“Bu Daddy! It stuffie day!” Luke giggled happily. “No mowe seeps.”

The caregiver sat up, rubbing his eyes. He knew getting Luke to go back to sleep was impossible now. He was wide awake and ready for his favorite day of the month. You see, Calum and Luke had a system set up for when the blond was regressed. Calum had a big calendar dry erase board in the kitchen, with notes on the side for Luke’s chores. If Luke completed the month with less than three meltdowns and the rest of the time with gold stars, on the last Saturday of the month, Calum would take him to Build-a-Bear to get a new stuffie.

Hence why it was currently seven am on a Saturday and Luke was pulling at his shirt and bouncing on him. Calum smiled, rubbing Luke’s back as the little jumped out of bed and ran to his regression nursery, stooping to the dresser to pull out an outfit for the day.

“We have to have breakfast first, buddy.” Calum chuckled, watching Luke excitedly pull his shirt over his head.

Luke pouted, but followed Calum to the kitchen in nothing but his pull-up and his shirt with a stuffed giraffe on it. The little one hoisted himself up to the breakfast table, grinning happily when he saw that Calum was pouring his cereal into a bowl with stuffed animals on it. Being autistic, Luke had intense interest in the things he loved. One of, and perhaps his biggest,

special interests was stuffed animals. The blond collected them with such a passion it made Calum grin from ear-to-ear.

Luke munched on his cereal while Calum sipped on some black coffee, talking away. “I get Hawwoween kitty?” he asked Calum, cocking his head.

“Maybe!” the older male said.

That encouraged Luke to quickly finish his breakfast and do the chores his daddy had assigned him while Calum got ready. Thirty minutes and lots of giggles later, the duo was on their way. Luke sat in his “car seat”, happily stimming along to the song on the morning pop radio. The mall wasn’t normally open at this time, but Calum had made an arrangement for him and Luke to come in early to keep the sensitive regressor from prying eyes. It wasn’t hard considering he was

the Calum Hood, and all the employees absolutely adored little Luke. Most of them knew him by name and always made sure the new shipments were stocked fully before Luke came in.

The blond practically drug Calum through the empty mall, until they finally came to a familiar sign that Luke knew all too well. It was the yellow and blue sign of Build-a-Bear and the little eagerly pressed his face to the glass, waiting for an employee to open the door.

“We get stuffie, Daddy!” he said excitedly, flapping his hands and bouncing up and down on his tippy toes to stim.

Calum smiled and kissed Luke’s forehead, just as an employee came to unlock the door. It was Luke’s favorite employee, Miss Sarah. The woman absolutely adored Luke and always let him customize his toy as much as he wanted. Luke ran inside and over to the display shelf of stuffed animals.

“Hewe, Daddy!” he practically yelled. “Hawwoween kitty hewe!”

Luke definitely had a hard time controlling his voice when he was happy, and right now was no exception. But Sarah grabbed the fur skin for the stuffed animal with a smile, leading Luke over to the customization area.

“Daddy?” Luke asked, looking up at Calum.

“Yeah, buddy?”

“You put you voice in der?” Luke asked.

Luke had many Build-a-Bear stuffed animals that talked, but they were only the character voices. He had seen quite a few littles online with bears that had their caregiver’s voices recorded in the little box and the blond so desperately wanted one.

“Sure, buddy.” Calum smiled.

Calum spoke into the small box, telling Luke how much Daddy loved him and how handsome he was. The whole time, Luke had an enormous smile on his face. Sarah handed Lule the small heart that was to be inserted into the cat and Luke kissed it with his eyes closed, making a wish.

“I did good jobs, Daddy!” Luke grinned.

“That’s right, bubba! You did!” Calum told him.

Luke grinned and clung to Calum’s side as Sarah began to stuff the bear. As much as Luke loved Build-a-Bear, he was rather afraid of the stuffing part. The little one was so attached to his toys, he was afraid the animal would pop.

“Look, buddy!” Sarah said happily, handing the now-stuffed Halloween cat to Luke. “She’s all ready for you!”

Luke absolutely squealed, hugging the animal tightly to his chest. “Fanks you! I dwess hew?” he asked, hugging the toy to his chest.

“Of course, buddy.” Calum told him, ruffling his blond curls.

The blond picked out a sweet Halloween witch outfit for his new toy and Calum quickly paid.

“Say bye bye to Sarah, Luke.” the caregiver said.

“Bye bye!” Luke giggled sweetly.

As Calum and Luke left the mall, the older male couldn’t but think about how lucky he was to have Luke in his life as he watched his little one happily stim, hugging his new stuffie to his chest.

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heavenlytoddler · 6 months

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♡About me:

┇Name: Daphne/Daph

┇Age: 22 yrs old

┇gender: fem - she/her

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♡ My Favorite...

┇Song: Voodoo Doll - 5SOS

┇Artist(s): BTS (plus solos)

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♡ Interests & More!

┇Likes: BTS, BT21, Disney/Pixar, Scream [1996], the color pink, anything cute

┇Dislikes: Mean and rude ppl

┇Timezone: PST/PDT

┇DM Status: CLOSED

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♡ Do NOT interact...

┇ Your account is not kid-friendly

┇ Maps/Ped0s + Aams and supporters

┇Minors in kink and supporters

┇ Kink and Nsfw accounts

┇You're going to flirt with me

┇You're going to try and be my carer

┇You fake illnesses and disorders of any kind

┇You're going to be rude to or start drama with me

┇You're anti-agere/ agedre

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#age regressor #agere blog #agere community #sfw agere #agere #age regression #age dreaming #agere positivity

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iheartot5 · 3 years

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Intro

Hey, I’m Corpse! I use he/xe/they/bug/it pronouns, I am a minor, as well as an age and pet regressor! I am also neurodivergent (ADHD + Autism + Dyscalculia) so I’d prefer if you used tone indicators while interacting with me.

The range I age regress to is about 3-7 (my big age is 14), and I primarily regress to a puppy headspace.

The main fandoms I’m in (and I will write for) are:

One Direction + solos

MCYT (primarily the DSMP)

5 Seconds of Summer + Luke and Ashton solo

Although I have a few more fandoms I like, I won’t post about them as much as the ones listed above.

I will write (agere/petre related): Headcanons, Oneshots, Drabbles

I won’t write: Anything I find uncomfortable (or that breaks my DNI)

DNI IF: NSFW, Kink, 18+, DDLG or its variants, ageplayer, anti-LGBTQ+, Racist, Sexist, Ableist, TERF, MAP/NOMAP/Pedophile, Anti-Neopronouns, Anti-Xenogenders, Anti-Agere or Petre, Anti-MCYT, Anti-One Direction, Anti-5SOS, or you post anything not suitable for a child.

#sfw agere blog #introduction post #sfw agere #sfw petre #age regression #pet regression

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sheskindaperfecttryhardboys · 3 years

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hey i did an unfollow spree a while back and my timeline is big dead🌠💖

later i'll make an official post now that u can pin post and whatever but i just wanna make this until then to make more mutuals 🖤💫

🦝the aquabats

🦝strange aeons

🦝dan and phil

🦝5sos

🦝aphmau

🦝ldshadowlady

🦝minecraft youtubers lol

🦝fnaf

🦝miraculous ladybug

🦝winx club

🦝carmen king

🦝jessiepaege

🦝colliscool

🦝thomas sanders

🦝unus annus *sniffles*

🦝agere / kidcore (im 5-12)

🦝cookieswirlc

🦝dolls, doll shows & doll youtubers ( monster high, ever after high, my froggy stuff, clawdeena, etc)

🦝alt "emo/scene" bands ( cobra starship, mcr, the academy is, gym class heros, fall out boy, the used, black veil brides, never shout never, etc shit like that ^^^)

🦝witchcraft

DNI IF:

-top accs

-post panic/brendon accs

-lynz accs

-homophobic/racist/transphobic/etc

-ddlg/b umbrella

-are offended by curse/nsfw words and mentions

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dankspaceater · 4 years

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32.33∆ Cal x male reader

*A/N: listening to childish Gambino's new album makes me wanna club with Cal so bad also I'm gay for well everyone but especially Calum

32.22 is the song I wrote this to. Sorry it's so short first thing I've written in agers

*no warnings, MxM, gay!5sos if u don't like boys together this not for u

• Imagine you'd been dating Cal for 9 months now the first guy he was publicly dating.

• He wanted to go out and party where you did nearly every weekend like a religion for the first time!!!

• I feel like he'd wear his mesh shirt and his leather jacket and the most skintight black jeans FAT NUT

•okay but like he gets super nervous bc paps and you guys aren't public yet, but after this you definitely will be.

• He was never ashamed of you actually it was the opposite. He always struggled with what he thought he deserved.

• You didn't invite your normal club group so as not to overwhelm him. You choose a bar you frequented a lot in college not too rowdy but a good ice breaker for Calum.

• you grabbed a standing table immediately ordering 2 vodkas knowing liquid courage never falied. I feel like cal would be shifting from toe to toe wanting to dance but being in his head about it.

• You'd never push him just enjoying the music and being out with him, something you didn't do often but hoped that soon changed.

• Eventually after two rounds he say fuck it and pull you onto the dance floor grabbing your hips and grinding into you from behind in time with the music placing kisses all along your jaw whispering shit like "you're my favorite boy"

BITCH I'D DIE IM GOING TO START WRITING FOR MY BOYS BC MY TRANS ASS NEEDS MORE GAY!SOS

#gay!sos #calum motherfucking hood #calum hood blurb #calum hood imagines #calum 5sos #calum hood #calum imagine #calum x reader #calum x male reader #5sos x male reader #dankspaceater

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chickenfetus · 7 years

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url tag

si was tagged by @pastelminhyuks thank u falen i ly wait isnt my url freaking long

climber - galileo galilei

heathens - 21p

immortals - fob

canele - chico with haniwa

kagerou days - jin (LOL)

english love affair - 5sos

nightmare - taa

follow you - bmth

endlessly - the cab

therapy - atl

unpredicatble - 5sos

stay - mayday parade

ok this was fun but now everyone knows how wild and bad my music taste is LOL

#egg boils #tag memes #imagine not being on tunglt only to return with tag memes im sorr

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bratzforchris · 8 months

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Keep Me Safe

‼️TRIGGER WARNING: this work is extremely depressing and dark. Do not read unless you are 100% stable.

Pairing: Luke x feminine and little!reader

Warnings: verbal/emotional abuse implied, self harm, blood, bandages, emotional meltdown

Word Count: 1515

This is your last warning to step away if you are triggered by the above topics

You sat in the bathroom, absolutely sobbing your heart out. You’d just gotten off the phone with your mother, and to say you were hurt was an understatement. Throughout the call, she’d belittled you and berated you, telling you it was your own fault you didn’t have friends and that your life would be so much better if you’d just let her “help” you. To hear such awful, hurtful things from the person that gave you life was something you never thought would happen to you.

You wailed as you pressed your nails further into your skin, enjoying the way the physical pain distracted you. The feeling, you had decided, was what you were seeking. You shakily reached under the sink, already feeling guilty but not stopping yourself. In the far left corner, shoved to the back, was a small bag of your old blades. They were hidden specifically so Luke wouldn’t find them. He knew you had a history of self-harm, but you had been clean for over eight months since being with him.

Grabbing one of the fresher pieces of metal, you immediately made a small mark on your inner arm. It wasn’t big, less than an inch long, but it immediately began to pour blood. Despite the slight feeling of dizziness that went rushing to your head, you made more cuts that began to litter your arms and legs.

After the eighth cut, you were snapped out of your trance and began to realize what you’d done. Your cuts were absolutely pouring blood that was beginning to seep onto the bathroom floor. You hurriedly grabbed a wad of toilet paper and began to press it to the wounds, crying heavily. You knew Luke wasn’t going to be mad. He would be worried for you. And that made you cry more than him being mad would.

The thought of making your daddy worried about you was enough to immediately make you slip into littlespace, sobbing as you feebly tried to stop the bleeding. By this point, you were absolutely wailing for Luke as you held the pieces of toilet paper to your arms and legs. Your tiny voice repeatedly called out for daddy, begging him to come make things better and take away your hurt.

Luckily for you, Luke had just walked in the door after getting home from the studio. He noticed all of the lights downstairs were off, but your car was in the driveway.

“Y/N? I’m home!” he called, wandering up the stairs.

Luke cocked his head as he heard your tiny sobs from the bathroom. He listened once more just to be sure and sure enough he heard your little voice calling out for daddy. The blond immediately rushed over to the door and twisted the knob, cursing when he realized it was locked.

“Princess! Open the door for Daddy, please!” he called, urgency in his voice.

“No can! Daddy hurt,” You cried, wanting to rush into Luke’s arms but knowing you couldn’t get off the floor. “Beedin Daddy!”

“Fuck.” Luke whispered under his breath, running into your shared bedroom and retrieving one of your bobby pins from on top of the dresser.

There had been many a time where your little self had accidentally gotten locked in the bathroom, but Luke could tell this time was different. The urgency in your voice told him everything. He rushed back to the bathroom and immediately popped the lock, shoving open the door.

“Angel?...oh my god.” he whispered more to himself than to you when he saw the scene.

“Daddy helps!” You sobbed.

“Shhh shh shhh, baby. Daddy’s got you,” he said, immediately scooping you up. “Oh princess.”

Luke held you on his hip as he grabbed a washcloth, not even caring about your blood seeping into his white shirt. He ran the cloth under cool water and immediately started applying pressure to your wounds, his heart breaking as he listened to your cries.

“Daddy is so sorry his princess is in pain.” he said sadly as you leaned your head on his shoulder, crying all the same.

You were beginning to grow faint from the blood loss and Luke could tell by the way your grip was going slack. He filled up a tiny mouthwash cup with some water and sat you down on the vanity, holding the cup in one hand and the cloth in the other.

“Deep breaths, honey. In through your nose, out through your mouth…good job, baby girl!” he said with an encouraging smile as you copied his breathing. “Can you drink some water now? Daddy will help you.”

You nodded softly. “Mhm.”

Luke held the cup up to your lips, allowing you to take small sips of water. He gently kissed your forehead when you were done, praising you for being such a good girl. “Daddy loves you so much, honey. Always remember that.”

You whimpered softly, making grabby hands for Luke to pick you up again. “Daddy.” You whined quietly.

“Let’s fix your boo boos and then I’ll hold you, okay lovely?” Luke asked, a soft look in his blue eyes.

You nodded but made a sad sound, tears starting to flow. Luke grabbed the bottle of peroxide from under the sink, as well as gauze, Neosporin, and bandaids. Even in your regressed state, you could see how much Luke cared for you. His shirt was covered in your blood, his curls were sweaty and falling in his face, and you could see the panic on his features, but he expressed nothing but love towards you.

“This may hurt a little, baby. Squeeze Daddy’s hand if you need to, ‘kay?” Luke told you as he prepared the peroxide.

As soon as he squeezed some of the liquid on your cuts, you began to sob and squeeze his hand. If your grip wasn’t rather weak at the moment, it probably would’ve actually hurt. Luke’s face dropped into a pout as he heard your cries, but if he was worried, he didn’t show. He wiped the injuries with the gauze, before grabbing the Neosporin and using clean hands to smooth some over your boo boos.

“Want pony bandaids, princess?” he asked softly, trying to cheer you up.

“Pease.” You mumbled softly.

You were quite exhausted and sad at this point and all you wanted was for Luke to pick you up and snuggle you in bed with your stuffie and pacifier. Your little mind couldn’t even really comprehend the fact that you had purposely hurt yourself. All you knew was that it hurt. A lot. Daddy placed the bandaids over all of your cuts with so much love and care until he finally, finally scooped you up.

You laid your head against Luke’s shoulder, yawning and fisting your eyes. “Seepy.”

“Aww, I know, honey,” Your daddy rubbed your back, carefully walking downstairs with you perched on his hip. “Let’s get you a snack and some water and then we’ll take a nap, okay?”

Luke didn’t care how late in the day it was. You were in pain and needed some rest, especially after going through such trauma in such a regressed state of mind. He carefully handed you an apple slice while reaching into the cabinet for your sippy cup. Despite how hard it was to make your water and snack while holding you on his hip, Luke never let go.

Once you had finished your small snack, the blond walked back upstairs, still holding you. He carefully set you on the bed, watching for any tears that may have started.

“Daddy’s just going to change into pjs so we can cuddle, okay honey?” he told you.

You nodded, snuggling your stuffie to your chest as you watched Luke pull off his blood-soaked shirt and jeans. You smiled softly when you realized Daddy was putting on your favorite, sensory-approved pajama pants. It wasn’t until Luke went to pull a shirt over his head that you had an issue.

“No Daddy! No shirt!” You protested.

“Okay, angel, okay. No shirt.” he chuckled, knowing how much comfort skin-to-skin cuddling brought you.

Daddy pulled back the covers of the bed and slid in next to you, handing you your paci that said Daddy’s Princess from his nightstand. He made sure you had your paci and your stuffie before pulling you into his chest, rubbing up and down your back.

“Daddy loves you, baby.” he cooed.

“Loves you, Daddy.” You said with a great yawn.

It wasn’t long until you fell asleep, comforted by Luke’s presence and worn out after such a day. Luke knew it would be a long road from here. He made a mental note to ask you about seeing a psychiatrist again when you were big. He also knew that he needed to wash his clothes, get rid of your blade stash and clean the blood off the bathroom floor, but that could wait until you were sleeping. For now, he just soaked in the feeling of having you relaxed on his chest. Your daddy knew that he would always keep you safe.

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bratzforchris · 8 months

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you should do a lil luke blurb where the guys have to baby sit him or something and he gets fussy bc he just wants his caregiver 🥺🥺🥺

Little Angel

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Summary: Above

Pairing: Little!Luke x feminine reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 989

A/N: Thank you for the request!

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Caring for your Luke when he was regressed was probably our favorite thing to do in the whole world. He was such a respectful little, and seeing the way he got some of his sparkle back and the weight of the adult world taken off his shoulders made you so happy. However, there were days where Luke’s regression interfered with your day-to-day life.

Take today, for example. Luke had woken up tiny, immediately snuggling into your side with a giggle. You’d let him stay small, cuddled up in bed with you until his tummy began to growl, signaling that he was ready for breakfast. Your little one had led you to the kitchen and brandished the box of Lucky Charms at you with a huge smile that made you continue to let him stay regressed, which led to where you were now: gently explaining to Luke why he had to go hang out at Uncle Mikey’s for a while.

Luke was probably the most well-behaved little in the whole world, but there were situations that you just couldn’t put a little in. You had an appointment with a new therapist today, and although being a caregiver was a big part of your life, you really didn’t want to take a regressed Luke to your first appointment, especially in an unfamiliar place.

“Lu, bubba?” You asked him as he munched on his cereal, watching cartoons.

“Mhm?” he smiled happily.

“You’re going to go hang out with Uncle Mikey for a few hours today, okay? Mommy has an appointment.” You told him.

“Whewe Mama go?” Luke asked, blue eyes growing wide.

“Just to the doctor, buddy,” You said, ruffling his hair. “I won’t be gone long.”

“Bu bu, I wan come!” Luke’s eyes began to fill with unshed tears. “Wan go wif Mommy!”

“Shhh shh, honey,” You said, scooping him into a hug. “If you go hang out with Uncle Mikey and be a good boy, we’ll get ice cream on the way home, ‘kay?”

“Yay!” Luke giggled, rubbing to his room to pick an outfit, his spirits renewed by the promise of ice cream.

It didn’t take long for you to get Luke and yourself ready, buckling him into the car seat and driving the short distance to Michael’s house. You’d texted him earlier in the day, asking if he minded watching Luke, to which he’d of course answered yes.

“I I go see Moose and Soufy!” Luke cheered, flinging open the door as soon as the car stopped.

You chuckled, grabbing Luke’s diaper bag and heading after him up the driveway. By the time you caught up, Luke had already attached himself to Michael, eagerly asking about the small dogs and their whereabouts.

“Thank you so much, Mike. I know you have toys for him, but there’s some in here and he also has diapers just in case, and wipes, and snacks if he needs…” You were cut off by Michael laughing and shaking his head.

“Relax, Y/N. I have everything he needs. Say bye to Mommy, Luke.”

“Bye bye, Mommy!” Luke looked back your way once before running into the house.

You took off down the driveway before Luke could realize you were leaving, smiling fondly as you saw Michael chasing him through the windows. Despite your anxiety, you knew that Michael would take amazing care of Luke.

It wasn’t until just after lunchtime when there was an issue. Luke was cuddled up on Michael’s couch, watching Paw Patrol, leaning against the older male. The combination of a full belly from lunch and it being naptime was making him very sleepy, and he always, always slept with Mommy.

“Mikey?” Luke asked, looking up with sleepy eyes. “Miss Mommy. When she comes back?”

“Not for a few more hours, buddy,” Michael said sadly. “Are you getting sleepy?”

You had had a therapy appointment, but you also had errands you had to run that you hadn’t told Luke about for fear of a tantrum.

Luke nodded, fisting his eyes. “Wan Mommy.” he whimpered.

“I’m sorry, buddy. She’ll be back soon.” Michael could tell by Luke’s body language that a meltdown was coming and he was trying anything to avoid that.

The blond began to cry into Michael’s side, heavy sobs that racked his whole body. “Wan Mommy!”

“Oh Lu,” Mike sighed, picking him up. “Let’s make you a bottle, yeah? Get nice and comfy for naptime?”

“No!” Luke cried. “Wan my mommy! No seep without her!”

Michael bounced Luke on his hip, tried singing to him, tried making him a bottle, and nothing was working. Eventually, he pulled out his phone, not wanting to bother you, but Luke was on the verge of throwing up from crying so hard.

“Michael?” You asked worriedly when you picked up the FaceTime.

“Mommy!” Luke nearly screamed, lunging out of Michael’s arms for the phone.

That answered your question of why he was calling. You knew it was Luke’s naptime and he was absolutely inconsolable if he was overly tired.

“He’s really fussy. Nothing’s working. I’ve tried a bottle, singing, rocking.” Michael fretted.

“Lu, bubba, I need you to listen to Mommy, sweetie,” You said softly as Luke peppered the screen with kisses. “Can you get your paci and bottle for Uncle Mikey, please? If you take your nap, Mommy will be there when you wake up!”

“Pwomise?” Luke asked, popping his paci into his mouth.

“I promise, honey.”

Luke must’ve decided he believed you, because he kissed the screen once more, wiped his eyes, and curled up against Michaels’ side, yawning around his paci.

“You’re a miracle worker.” Michael said gratefully.

“I’ll be there in less than an hour.” You promised.

Forty-five minutes later, you stepped inside Michael’s house to see both him and Luke fast asleep on the couch, cartoons still softly playing on the television. You snapped a quick picture and cooed, cherishing how much you loved your little angel.

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bratzforchris · 9 months

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what are your headcannons for little luke? im so soft for the concept :’))

Bubba

a list of headcanons about luke being an age regressor <3

❁luke usually regresses to about 3-4 years old, but when he's had a bad day, he'll usually end up in babyspace as a 1-2 year old

❁his regression originally started as a way to cope with bullying in high school, but now he uses it to manage his stressful career and sometimes just for fun!

❁luke loves deco pacis. he'll scour instagram for various small shops that make pretty ones with beads and cute centers. his favorite paci is baby blue and says "mommy's prince" on it with a cute crown charm

❁like most littles, luke could eat mac n cheese and nuggets for every meal. he also loves sweets and will definitely eat himself to the point of a tummy ache on candy if his caregiver isn't watching

❁luke's favorite toys when he's regressed are barbies, blocks, and stuffed animals

❁when luke's in littlespace, he has a lisp and it's possibly the cutest thing ever

❁when he starts to feel himself slip, luke will use baby lotion and kids toothpaste (watermleon, bubblegum) to help him feel extra small

❁luke's favorite activities when he's regressed are cuddling with mommy, playing with his toys, and coloring

❁even though he has a whole nursery for his regression, luke refuses to spend the night in his baby bed. he'll occasionally lay in there for naps, but when it gets to be bedtime, he has to sleep in mommy's bed

❁he has a massive oral fixation. if there's not a paci in his mouth, he's chewing on something else

❁speaking of which, little luke bites to show his affection. it's not hard, but he'll randomly chomp down on your shoulder, bicep, or finger

❁luke has entirely too many penguin stuffies and they ALL have to sleep in the bed with him

❁he refers to you as mommy, michael as mikey, cal as bubby, and ash as dada

❁luke is a very vocal little. he’s constantly singing or oral stimming and it’s adorable<3

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings headcanons #luke 5sos #5sos agere #5sos age regression #sfw agere #fandom agere #calum hood #michael clifford #ashton irwin #luke hemmings x you #5sos #5sos blurbs #5sos headcanons #age regressor #5 seconds of summer #5sos fanfic

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bratzforchris · 6 months

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i love your agere!luke writings so much<3 can you do one where little luke is getting ready for bed with help from his caregiver? :)

Sleepy Bunny

a list of headcanons about little!luke getting ready for bed

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he has to have a bath almost every night because he gets so messy at dinner

bath time consists of so many toys, bubbles, and bath crayons

luke has a nursery with a perfectly nice bed, but he refuses to sleep in it. bedtime is always in mommy's bed

so. many. stuffed animals. he insists that you give each one a good night kiss

his nightly "dessert" is usually vanilla almond milk in a bottle

whenever luke is regressed, he uses watermelon or bubblegum toothpaste

he loves when you sing lullabies to him

luke is that little who refuses to wear pants. his pajamas are either a big shirt and underwear or a onesie

he can never sleep without you. mommy's cuddles are a requirement for bedtime

luke's stuffies take up half the bed. most of them are penguins or dogs that look similar to petunia

gives you the biggest, most slobbery night night kisses

usually sucks on his blue "baby boy" paci at bedtime because it was his first paci, and therefore, it's the most comforting

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nicksbestie · 9 months

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how would Luke react to his little throwing a tantrum? I feel like he’s calm but also severe? idk, anyways I hope you’re taking care and doing well, you’re my favorite writer ❤️

Meltdown

word count : 1676

warnings : this is based around a dinner scene, so if food is something that bothers you, i would suggest not reading! i love you!

enjoy!

Luke wasn’t a strict caregiver by any stretch of the imagination.

He was sweet, kind, patient, and lenient. He tried his best to never punish his little one. He hated having to do it, and Avery was almost never in trouble. It was so rare that she ever had a bad enough day to be so upset that she needed direct correction, but it did happen once in a blue moon. Most of the times that it did happen, all Luke had to do was give her a soft warning and she would listen, but for the other few times it didn’t work, he had to be more strict.

He didn’t enjoy punishing her at all, and it was one of his least favorite parts of being a caregiver. He knew it was part of the job, but that didn’t mean that he had to want to do it. He was always so gentle, giving her warning after warning after warning so that he didn’t have to, but when he did, he kept it really light. Avery was one of the more sensitive littles he’d ever met, and just a small punishment would fix her behavior so fast because she would get so upset if she felt like her Daddy was angry at her.

Because of this, she was only ever given one punishment. Timeout. Early bedtimes didn’t work on her, because if he picked her up and told her it was time for bed, she would happily go, no matter what time it was. As long as Daddy was cuddling her and she had her comfort items, it didn’t matter. So timeout was really the only thing that would correct her behavior. He would never take away her comfort items, and he would never hit her. The thought of caregivers spanking their littles as punishment made him so many levels of uncomfortable. It was supposed to be a coping mechanism for them to heal, not an excuse for abuse.

Like he stated, the smallest punishment would redirect her behavior and she would immediately fix it afterwards, so timeout was perfect. He hated doing it, because he knew how upset she got when Daddy wasn’t there, so he had adjusted to where whenever she was in timeout he was just across the room. He would never want her to feel uncomfortable or scared, so he stayed close. This wouldn’t work as a punishment for a lot of littles, but for Avery, due to her personality, it worked perfectly.

Unfortunately, today was one of Avery’s rough days. Most of her rough days are when she’s exhausted, angry, or otherwise in pain. This causes her littlespace to be even more upset, which can easily cause a tantrum at the smallest things. With her sensory issues, it was very difficult for her to keep herself calm on bad days. Luke never got angry with her for her meltdowns, knowing she had no intention of acting out, and it was out of her control. But today, Avery had come over, furious about something that had happened at home, and tired from work. It didn’t take very long for her to slip, curled up sobbing in her Daddy’s arms.

She cried for a while, Luke gently comforting her, until it was time for him to make them dinner. Much to Avery’s dislike, they had run out of both of her biggest comfort foods, and had to try and figure out something else. She had grumpily agreed to something she still liked, just not as much. So, Luke was happy when she agreed, assuming that there would not be another issue. However, when the food was actually done, Avery had changed her mind. She took two bites of her food, before starting to cry and pushing her plate away from her.

“No wan it! No, Daddy!”

Luke had somewhat expected this, thinking there would be some sort of an issue when she actually sat down to eat. He kept his voice gentle, softly speaking to her.

“Sweetpea, we agreed on this for dinner. If you can eat just a few more bites, we can get you some other snacks. I know it’s not exactly what you want. Let’s eat five more bites, okay?”

Avery was not calming down in the slightest, instead, it was getting worse. She shoved the plate farther away from her, causing some of the food to spill off of it. Luke did his best not to react, knowing it would only make everything worse.

Okay, I need to get suction cupped plates. Noted.

Luke’s voice stayed gentle, but had a firmer edge to it.

“Princess, we do not cause messes, okay? I know you don’t like it as much, so I’ll compromise. Three more bites, baby, just five total. You can do it, angel.”

This time, she attempted to push back her chair and get down. They had a high top counter, and Luke knew that the second that she tried to get off, she would fall down. She never had the greatest coordination while she was little, always getting small little boo-boos. So he immediately got off his chair, walking over and loosely bracketing her in with his arms.

“Baby, you know you can't get down by yourself. I will help you, but I need you to relax and calm down a bit so that I can lift you.”

She didn’t listen, still attempting to get out of the chair. This time, Luke softly but firmly picked her up, regardless of the impending tantrum, and held her on his hip so she was eye level with him. He gently brushed the hair off of her forehead, doing everything he could to silently calm her down, because he could tell that tonight was going to be one of those nights. Gently rubbing her back, he pressed a soft kiss to her head before speaking, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away her flowing tears.

“It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you. I just need you to calm down for a bit, okay, angel? We can get you something else to eat.”

He carried her over to the kitchen, offering option after option, but whatever was tormenting Avery was not letting up, and her tantrum quickly returned, this time full force. She was fighting against his hold, screaming and crying so loudly Luke thought his eardrums would burst. He was still speaking softly to her, until she fought so hard he almost dropped her. That scared her even more, and she cried even louder. He gently went to the living room, setting her down on the carpet and handing her her comfort stuffed animal.

“Princess, I need you to try and breathe for me. In, and out. That’s right, honey, good job!”

She was taking ragged breaths, still crying, on the verge of hyperventilating, but it got better as the minutes passed. Luke mentally patted himself on the back for avoiding an absolute meltdown, even though they had toed the line. He softly hugged her, taking her hand while he walked over to clean up the dishes.

“You need to eat something, pumpkin.”

He regretted saying that, even if he needed to, when the hysterics started again. That singular sentence set her off, and she just started crying and screaming again.

“No! No, Daddy! No eats! No, no, no, no, no-”

He took a deep breath, thinking about how he wanted to handle this. He gave her one more chance, trying to relax her.

“Honey, I need you to listen-”

He didn’t even finish his sentence before he was cut off with crying again.

“NO!”

And that was it. He hated punishing her so much, but he knew he wasn’t going to get through to her, and he gently picked her up.

“We’re going to go take a timeout, sweetpea. Daddy’s not angry, but we need to take a little break.”

He softly led her to a small chair in the living room, sitting her down and crouching in front of her.

“I’m not mad, honey. But you can’t keep screaming at me like this, angel. I tried very hard to be patient, but I think you need a little break. I’m not going to go anywhere, I’ll be right on the couch. Just five minutes, okay, sweetie?”

Her crying hadn’t slowed, but the screaming had. He thanked all his lucky stars that she hugged her stuffie tighter and didn’t fight him on it. He knew how much it meant to her that he repeatedly reminded her that he wasn’t angry or disappointed. He phrased it carefully so it felt less like a punishment and more like a gentle redirection for her.

“I love you, little one.”

She sniffled a bit, reaching out for a hug. He gave her one immediately, kissing her head.

“Wobes you too, Daddy.”

He slowly let go, gently squeezing her hand before walking over to the couch. He set a five minute timer, absentmindedly scrolling on his phone while keeping a close watch on Avery. Every time he looked up and made eye contact with her, he blew her a kiss and smiled at her. When the timer went off, he walked up, scooped her up, and kissed her forehead.

“I’m proud of you, little one.”

Her crying had slowed to a slow trickle of tears, hugging him tightly. She didn’t say anything, but a tiny smile crossed her face when he handed her a pacifier. She quietly shoved it in her mouth, and he sat and cuddled her for about fifteen minutes before he heard the telltale sign of her stomach rumbling. Her crying had worn her out, and she was finally hungry enough to be agreeable to eat. The third attempt at dinner went much more smoothly than the first two, and the rest of the night was a breeze. Luke never left Avery’s side, making sure she had no doubts about how much he still loved her, and she clung to him even as she fell asleep.

#5sos fic #5sos fanfic #5sos fluff #luke hemmings fluff #luke hemmings fanfic #luke hemmings angst #caregiver luke hemmings #age regression luke hemmings #5sos age regression #5sos agere #luke hemmings agere #sfw agere #sfw fic #asks with aus

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bratzforchris · 11 months

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Can you do caregiver!Calum x little!reader? If possible?

My Baby

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Summary: Above

Pairing: caregiver!Calum x gender neutral and little!reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 667

A/N: I hope you love it! I adore writing agere fics<3

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"Sweetpea," Calum whispered, rubbing your hair gently. "Time to wake up, little love."

You mumbled sleepily, suckling on your paci and curling further into your Daddy's chest. When you were little, the last thing you wanted to do was get up. Once you were actually up, you loved to play, but being curled up in bed with Daddy seemed like a much better option at the moment.

"Don't you want waffles with syrup?" he asked you gently.

That had some effect on you. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, popping your paci out of your mouth. "Mornings Daddy."

"Good morning, little one." Cal cooed, kissing your forehead.

Before even asking, you had pulled his hoodie off the edge of the bed and were trying desperately to pull it over your head. "Daddy, help!"

Calum smiled, pulling the hoodie the rest of the way over your head. "Are you Daddy's mini me?"

You nodded, still sleepy. "Ups?"

Your daddy smiled, picking you up and hoisting you onto his hip. Calum walked down the stairs and into the kitchen carefully, setting you down at the table. You watched with wide eyes as he set your waffles in the toaster and poured himself a cup of black coffee.

"Daddy, we go parks today?" You asked, cocking your head.

"You wanna go to the park, bubba?"

You nodded your head extremely quickly. “Play parks!”

Calum smiled at how adorable you were, dousing your waffles in syrup and then handing them to you. “Breakfast first, little one. You gotta have energy.”

“Doggy fork, Daddy!” You squealed.

Your daddy handed you the plastic fork with one of your favorite cartoon dog characters on it and you immediately dug into your waffles. Before long, your face was absolutely covered in syrup, prompting Calum to wipe it with a wet paper towel.

“Go pick out an outfit while I clean the kitchen, ‘kay baby?”

You nodded and squealed, running to your “little room” that held the outfits you would wear when regressed. Thumbing through the drawers, you eventually decided on some denim overalls and a green shirt with a little ladybug pattern. You sat patiently in the floor, outfit in hand while you waited for Calum.

By the time your daddy had gotten you and himself dressed, you were bouncing with excitement, eager to go play. Calum made sure the front door was locked, before taking your hand to walk to the park.

Luckily, with it being the middle of the week in October, the park was empty. You ran over to the swings immediately, calling for Calum to come push you.

“Daddy! Swing high!” You giggled.

Calum obliged with a happy smile on his face, pushing you gently but with enough force to get you going. You loved the swings and would go for hours on end if you were allowed.

That was exactly what you did. You stayed on the swings until you were beyond tired, yawning widely.

“I think it’s someone’s nap time.” Calum said gently, helping you off the swing and taking your hand.

“No mine.” You giggled.

Calum smiled and continued to talk to you as you two walked home, pointing out shapes in the clouds and pretty leaves he saw.

“Go play while I make your lunch, sweetie.” Your daddy sent you off to the living room with a kiss on the forehead.

Not even fifteen minutes later, he was calling you back, waiting with a heart-shaped PB&J sandwich.

“A cute sandwich for a cute baby.” he told you, watching you munch on your apple slices.

You giggled and continued to eat, content to sit at the table with Daddy. By the time you had finished your meal, you were yawning deeply, definitely ready for a nap. You made grabby hands for Daddy, urging him to pick you up.

Thirty minutes later, you were sound asleep against Calum’s chest on the couch, suckling on your blue paci.

“My baby.” Your daddy whispered softly, kissing your forehead.

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nicksbestie · 9 months

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You should do an agereg where little luke has to be baby sat by the other guys and misses caregiver

Babysitting

<33 i loved writing this

word count : 826

warnings : none

enjoy!

Being a caregiver and spending time with your little one was arguably one of your favorite things in the world, and if you could spend your entire life doing it day and night, you would.

But sometimes, it wasn’t possible. You did have to work, and every now and then your schedule lined up horribly with Luke being regressed. So, when this happened, you had to call up one, or multiple, of the other guys in the band to babysit him for a few hours or a day while you work, so that he didn’t have to pull himself out of headspace, and you didn’t have to call out of work.

Today was one of those unfortunate days where Luke woke up tiny, and you had an early shift. Luckily, you were able to quickly call Michael to see if he was available. He couldn’t come over to watch him, but he and Crystal immediately offered to have Luke come spend the day at their house. You agreed, quickly packing up most of Luke’s toys, his pacifiers, bottles, onesies, and more, while he ate his cereal, and making a mess of it all over his face. You couldn’t help but laugh, helping him clean up before asking him to grab his shoes.

“You’re gonna go spend some time with Mike and Crys today while I’m at work, okay, angel?”

The happy little giggle that left Luke’s mouth was a sound you wished you could’ve recorded and played on loop. You loved him so much, and him being happy with the situation of the day took a lot of stress off your shoulders.

About thirty minutes later, you had dropped off Luke with Michael and Crystal, him running into the house and nearly knocking Crystal over. He had barely noticed you giving him a hug and kiss when you were leaving, too busy playing with toys the couple had kept for him. Normally, you would be offended, but now, you were so happy that he was okay and ready for the day.

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You were four hours into a six hour shift, and were wishing you could go home. The day hadn’t been difficult, especially due to the help with babysitting Luke, but you were still tired, and missed your baby. And it turned out, he missed you just as much, because about four minutes later, your phone rang with a FaceTime call. You excused yourself for a short walk around the building, quickly answering the call, only to see a worried Michael with a sobbing Luke.

“Oh, sweetheart. What’s wrong?”

Luke only continued to cry, shaking his head. Michael shrugged.

“We don’t know. He all of a sudden burst into tears, and this has been going on for about thirty minutes. He won’t eat a snack, he doesn’t wanna play, he’s just crying. We figured he might open up to you a bit more.”

Your face was soft, giving Luke a sad look.

“What is it, little angel? Did something happen?”

He just shook his head again, pointing at you through the camera.

Okay, so he’s non-verbal.

“Me, baby? Do you miss me, bubba?”

He frantically nodded, bursting into a fresh wave of sobs, hugging tight to Michael. Michael wrapped his arms around him, gently rocking him while he rustled his hair. Luke slipped his thumb into his mouth, and gently began suckling on it.

“Baby boy, can you go get your paci and your bottle?”

Luke nodded, running out of frame to get his items. You spoke to Michael while Luke was gone into the other room.

“Get him a bottle, and try to get him down for a nap. He’ll argue about sleeping, gently reassure him that I’ll be home when he wakes up. He should sleep for about an hour and a half, maybe more.”

Continuing your instructions, Luke wanders back in, baby blue paci pressed into his mouth as he rubs his eyes sleepily. He pushes his bottle into Michael, “Bubba”’s hand, making grabby hands for the phone. After it was handed to him, he pressed his lips onto the camera, giving you a “kiss”.

“Awww, somebody’s tired, aren’t they, bub?”

A soft nod from Luke, and Michael easily wrapped his arms around him and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“C’mon, buddy. Let’s say bye bye to Mommy, and we’ll see her after your nap!”

Luke gave a half wave, yawning as Michael hung up with a promise that Luke would be just fine. And he was. When you got back to their house soon after work, Luke was curled up with Crystal, still fast asleep but woke up as soon as Mommy rubbed his back and kissed his forehead. He was immediately scrambling into your arms as soon as he realized who was holding him. Thanking Michael and Crystal for watching him, you two headed home and he spent the rest of his evening in your arms.

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