considering Iâm an also an age regressor, and because my amazing mutual, @/mickeytheticklee is writing a tkl agre fic, I had this idea! I hope you guys enjoy this and if you want tkl agre fics in the future lmk because this was so adorable to write (also because I non stop think about cg mei like omgđ„șđ€đ«)
characters: cg!ler!megan, little!lee!reader
warnings: this is an agre fic!
summary: you feel slightly abandoned recently because of Meganâs work schedule but she promises to make it up to you
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there were often times the world felt too big. causing you to sometimes feel too small. occasionally stressful events inevitably lead your mindset involuntarily mentally regressing and take on the form of something much more innocent and lighter. something much more manageable during the big and scary world.
today, was infact one of those days. baring everything felt all too much and far too heavy, causing you to be set back and adapt the mannerisms of somebody much younger. what didnât help the fact that your usual source of comfort in these little times, Megan, had been a lot more vacant recently. not to her own choice, but with dating a idol meant you had to adjust to her busy schedule and industrious lifestyle.
âhey baby, I gotta go. got a meeting tonight.â she called out, checking the time on her phone and already putting her coat on. thatâs when her gaze landed to you, knees pulled to your chest and curled up. as if you were trying to physically appear as smaller.
suddenly Meganâs demeanor softened more as she approached you gently, leaning down and carefully resting a hand on your knee. âhey superstar, whatâs wrong?â the all rounder asked gently, moving to tuck some hair behind your ear. âyou feeling a bit small?â she added, answering her own question. you only managed a small nod, avoiding eye contact. afraid that if you spoke your voice would betray you and waver, eventually leading to tears that you were desperately fighting back. âoh my sweet girlâ she sighed gently, checking her phone time again. She had around 15 minutes before she actually had to leave.
âI donât want you to go, meiâ your little voice spoke up, followed with a sniffle. âI know honey, I know.. but I gotta, Iâm sorryâ she spoke gently, as if she catering to a child, which she practically was. âI know I havenât been around a lot recently and Iâm sorry, you know Iâd stay here if I couldâ her thumb was gently rubbing against your knee, anything she could to try and ease your obvious distress. âsân-not fairâ your eyes then met her, big, beady and welled up.
Meganâs heart practically tour in half like paper. she felt awful leaving her little one here by herself but she also knew sheâd get heavy scrutiny from her management for skipping this meeting. she felt torn like a rag doll, her mind at tug of war between staying for you or showing up for her team. her hand ran through the top of her hair with a defeated sigh. unsure of what to say or even do.
you didnât mean to put the girl through turmoil, you werenât trying to be selfish and keep her from her work. but with the house being so empty recently and countless nights of you going to sleep in a cold and empty bed had started to weigh on you.
however, when you observed her silence. you knew this was going to be another night of you sat in your shared house by yourself, forced to deal with the very big emotions for such a small person by yourself, again. as selfish as you already felt, you turned your head, stubbornly crossing your arms over your chest. merely acting as if she wasnât even there, to try and protect yourself from the floodgate of emotions that were pent up and threatening reaching overflow.
Meganâs expression dropped. she was use to your silent tantrums, use to you shutting her out slightly whenever things felt to overwhelming. that didnât mean it didnât kill her just as much everytime. especially when she knew the clock was ticking like a cruel reminder of how little time she had left to calm you down before she had to go. âbaby, donât be like thatâ her hand tentatively coming out to cup your cheek, thumb stroking lovingly over it. gently trying to coax you to acknowledge her
but you werenât budging.
âI donât wanna leave you like this, cmon sweet girl, gimme a smile before I go, please?â she sweetly pleaded, poking your cheek for emphasis. however instead of the smile that she wanted to see, a small traitor tear rolled down your cheek.
Meganâs heart absolutely shattered, she fought back her own watery eyes seeing you so upset and ignoring her. everything in her screaming to just stay, bundle you up in her arms and rock you back and forth until she felt the tension leave your body. but when her phone buzzed with the reminder notification saying âmeetingâ. she knew it wasnât possible. âI know you donât wanna talk to me right now, but can you atleast look at me?â she asked, her voice never faltering from the maternal and loving tone.
again, your face stayed facing the side. a little sniffle and another tear fell. you knew looking at Megan would be the break through of your impending breakdown. so you still stubbornly held off.
with a defeated sigh, Megan stood up. to instead gather all the necessary gear and little comfort items to try and help you through her departure. your sippy cup filled with your favorite juice, your favorite pacifier, your iPad and your favorite stuffed animal in hand that Megan actually bought you. spot, the panda. she then turned the tv on turned on your favorite Disney film, before tucking your stuffie next to you, your little companion to watch over you while Megan wasnât here.
âI gotta go, babyâ she spoke, her expression as defeated as she leant down to place the softest kiss to the top of your head.
Megan then began tying her shoes up. when a promising idea began to circle her mind. âhey, what about if I give you tickles when I come back?â
and there it was. one of Meganâs favorite negotiation points. tickles while you were regressed was practically the holy grail. you were grumpy? tickles. you were excited? tickles. you were having a tantrum? tickles. Megan needed to coax you? tickles.
with the spoken promise, your gaze flickered to megan before quickly darting away. trying to appear uninterested. but megan knew better, the spark of hope shot through her. âmhm, when I get back you can all the tickles you want, and cuddles.. lots of cuddlesâ. she then tied her last lace.
âokay, Iâm off. I love you, okay?â she spoke, opening the door slightly as she looked back at your curled up form on the sofa. fully expecting another blank response.
but to her surprise, your little voice spoke up.
try as you might, you desperately tried to cover the slight waver to your words.
Megan gave a little sad smile, and as much as it killed her. she closed the door. desperately hoping you could hold out until she came home.
and there you were, sat on bundled up on the sofa, clutching your stuffie to your chest while the sounds of Moana played on the tv. the bright colors illuminating the living room, contrasting to how dark and alone you felt.
the whole time Megan was out, you were the centre of her mind. every thought being about you and hoping you were okay and you werenât too upset at her. Thinking that sheâd do anything when she arrived back to make it up to you. After an hour of listening to her management team drone on, she was the first up and out of her seat and she practically sprinted to her car to drive back to you. if she could, she would break the legal speed limit if it meant reaching you faster. but with her hands gripped around her steering wheel and groaning at every red light. she finally made it home.
and as soon as you heard the door open, your head turned to meet her.
âhey superstar..â her voice was tentative, unsure if you were still feeling the same as earlier.
âmeiâ you spoke up, a bit lighter then previously as your hands reached out to her. Megan was quick to close the distance. âhi sweetheartâ she said and sat down, wasting no time in wrapping her arms around you to pull you into her lap, nuzzling into the top of your head. âgod, I missed youâ her voice muffled by your hair.
âmissed you mostestâ you spoke, leaning into her and the safety that was her hold. âno way! impossible!â she responded, poking your cheek and earning a little smile from you. her heart swelled, silently thankful that you had forgiven her.
ânow I believe I made you a promise, hm?â Megan announced, a cheeky little smile tugging on her lips. âwhat was it again? youâre gonna have to remind me, little oneâ she added, giving a warm chuckle as she watched you turn to bury your face into her chest. âoh right! it was this!â and to punctuated her sentence her fingers came out to gently scribble at your sides, walking up and down. giggling out, you attempted to burrow your face into her chest more. âehehehe mei!â
âthereâs that adorable little smileâ the caregiver cooed, using one finger to poke at your cheek once again. âno more sad facesâ. she began to lightly scratch just under your ribs, observing as your little body began to involuntarily twitch in her lap. Megan made sure to keep the tickles consistent but gentle, to not overwhelm your already sweetly delicate state. âehehehe it- heheheâ attempting to speak through your giggles was practically useless, especially with your little babbles in between. but somehow, probably from catering to your regressed state all the time, Megan seemed to understand what you were saying.
âdoes that tickle, sweetie?â she asked, carefully pushing her hand under your shirt to scritch all over your tummy with her acrylic nails. âehehehe a bihihit!â you babbled sweetly. âa bit?! you little liar!â Megan jokingly protested, before delicately poking your belly button with an exaggerated âpoke!â watching as you giggled out, partially from her silly antics and partly because it tickled, obviously.
seeing you smile was practically Meganâs drug, and every time she saw it she swore to herself sheâd do anything to see it a million times over. so with that, she did it again. âpoke!â she announced, prodding her finger at your belly button, before moving her tickly fingers to other areas, softly squeezing her fingers at the curve of your waist. just above the squishy area at your hip honey. with the tenderly incessant pinches, your head tilted back a bit. showcasing more of that endearingly lovable smile. this also gave Megan the golden opportunity to simultaneously reach down to pepper kisses all over your cheek.
âeeep! mei!â you squeaked out, doubling over into more laughter. âwhaaattt?â the all rounder asked, tilting her head to see your giddy, giggly position. through all the warm and doting affection you werenât able to produce a coherent answer other then blabbering out squeaky noises.
âoh your just the cutest, how did i get so lucky?â she murmured, lovingly. nuzzling her nose into the crook of your neck, walking her fingers up to softly scribble at your armpits. with the fact of her tickly affectionate nuzzles, and her fingers being busy in your hollows. you were in a weird mix of trying to shoot your shoulders up but also instinctively clamp your arms to your side. no matter what you attempted, the tickles were inescapable. âhehehehehehehe!!â your giggles stringed together to form a whole load of jabbering nonsense. Megan was an idol, meaning she heard music, screaming fans and constant praise for her work. but your laughter? Easily her favorite sound. Nothing even ever came close. Seeing you so happy and cheery, especially because of her made her heart swell and want to wrap you in bubble wrap to keep you this adorably bubbly all the time.
Megan then switched your position, your back facing the sofa arm with you still sat sideways in her lap. she then leant her head down to jokingly pretend to eat your stomach with over the top ânom nom nom!âs, poking your sides at the same time, her silliness really adding to all of this. âwhat? whatâs so funny?â she asked, acting clueless, seeing you giggle your precious little head of. âare you laughing at me?!â she feigned shock and offence, still poking and prodding up and down. ânohohoho ehehehâ you giggled out, causing Megan to dramatically gasp. âliar! I canât believe you, baby!â her digits then tasered just above your hipbone, causing your little body to shake with laughter, head thrown back against the sofa arm.
megan giggled again, her whisker dimples visiable. âyour so sillyâ she said, squeezing your cheek as her nails came to gently skitter at one of your feet. âehehe no! yohour silly!â you giggly protested, your little feet kicking out slightly. âme? silly? never! thatâs all you little oneâ she poked your nose, watching as it scrunched up from laughter.
itâs only when she could feel your giggles grow more spaced out and airy that she slowed down to a halt, hoisting you up to have your back against her chest, kissing your cheek. âyou okay, superstar?â she asked, tilting her head to look at your precious flushed cheeks and sweet smile. you nodded bubbly, even through your little breaths. âmhm!â
âgood, Iâm gladâ she kept her arms as a security blanket around you, while then reaching for a fluffy cover and draping it over the two of you. keeping you all bunched and snuggled up, where you belong.
âoh! canât forget spot!â she announced, picking the panda up off the floor from where he accidentally fell from all your jostling, before gently wiggling him infront of your face, making him talk and putting on a silly voice. âhello y/n!â you giggle out, reaching for him, only for Megan to move him further away, acting out again âI fell on the floor! and it was all Meganâs fault!â she then pretends to have the plush face her, as she gasped out jokingly. âit was not my fault! it was little ones for squirming so much!â feigning offense, having a full conversation with your stuffie. âno! it was your faultâ she acted spot out again, as if he was talking to her. Megan then dramatically gasped, turning to you. âare you hearing this?!â. you, meanwhile had the biggest grin and were giggling at the little show. then, just to add on to the silliness, she then wiggled spot in her own face with an âahhhhâ as if she was being attacked, your laughter encouraging her.
finally, she tucked spot under your arms and only nuzzled you closer. âyou comfy?â she asked, leaning down to kiss your head. you nodded gently, curling up into her like she was your safety net. which she was.
then the room settled to a comfortable quiet, with whatever cartoon was playing in the background.
Megan then gave your cheek a delicate kiss. âI love you, my sweet girlâ
âI love you mostest, meiâ
