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How to Help Someone Regress

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If you're reading this, you're probably a caregiver or babysitter. It can be scary to take care of someone for the first time, and sometimes they need help regressing. Here are some tips on how to help someone, but remember that everyone is different and you should have a discussion with your own regressor.

💙 Use baby talk or simpler words.

💙 Offer to help them complete tasks, saying things like "you're too small to do that, let me help you."

💙 Ask them about their regression interests, like their favorite cartoon or about their stuffed animals.

💙 Propose little activities; color with them, play a board game, ect.

💙 Cook them little foods like cartoon-themed macaroni, or give them snacks like goldfish crackers.

💙 Give them lots of affection, if they're comfortable with it. Hugs, cuddles, and little kisses on the top of the head can help someone get into a soft and fuzzy headspace, making it easier to regress.

💙 Give them very small tasks to do to feel like a little helper, like getting a book you need off of a low shelf, or filling up a cup so you can water the plants.

💙 Sitting the regressor on a high chair or other piece of furniture so their feet dangle.

💙 Tucking them into bed.

💙 Calling them nicknames they like, such as little one or dolly.

💙 Give them small rules or rewards, like a sticker chart for doing chores, or a time to go to sleep.

💙 Cutting up their food for them or even feeding them.

💙 Take them to the store to pick out a toy.

💙 Ask them to say "magic words" when they ask for something.

💙 Holding their hand to cross the street.

💙 Picking them up and carrying them, if possible.

💙 Give them whatever regression items they use, such as pacis, blankies, or stim toys.

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The Feeling Of Family- A MCYT Agere/CGLRE fic (Regressors!SBI+Tubbo and Ranboo, Carer!Philza)

There was a very specific feeling that came to Ranboo when he met up with his internet friends. A weirdly comforting feeling, a reassurance that he had finally found his people.

It came to him with every hug from Tubbo, every teasing ruffle of his hair from Techno, every inappropriate joke he shared with Tommy. It clouded his mind every time he regressed with them, too, he didn’t quite know how to describe it. But if he had to put a name to this odd emotion, he’d call it ‘the feeling of family’.

A/N: get ready for a looooong ride. This was written over the course of two days, I really hope you guys like it! I haven’t dropped a fic thats over 4000 words in a bit, I think. This is inspired loosely by Cypherr’s (on ao3!!) fic 'four’s a family’, that’s where I got the idea of Phil just being overwhelmed because there’s so many babies to deal w/, so I’m crediting them! Though, this fic is much different then their’s, but also please go read their fics they’re great- anyways, I hope you enjoy! This fic is kinda (?) in Ranboo’s pov (third person but like,,,you see his thoughts), but there’s so much going on that it kinda feels like it’s jumping around? Sorry for that, I’m used to writing w/a 2 littles max per caregiver ratio, so this was different. I’ve also never written Phil as a caregiver before besides his brief appearance over in my 'Mister Nook’ series. okay I’m done rambling,,,enjoy the fic please!

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There was a very specific feeling that came to him when he met up with his friends. A weirdly comforting feeling, a reassurance that he had finally found his people.

In an internet dad, a fellow faceless streamer who used a pig as his icon, a song writer, a bee-loving teenager, and another who was known for wearing red and white. He felt just a bit out of place in this dynamic, SBI were the ones that were close. SBI plus Tubbo wasn’t an odd pairing either, and it almost seemed as if Ranboo was only there because Tubbo was.

But that doubt seemed to wash away with the welcoming energy that the car ride to Phil and Kristin’s home was filled to the very brim with. Tommy and Wilbur arguing like brothers while Ranboo and Tubbo joked about. The half-joking stern look that Phil gave him through the rear view mirror when he made an inappropriate joke. The soft feeling that Techno teasingly ruffling his hair left in his chest.

This group felt like family.

Of course, he had a perfectly good set of parents back home, but this was different. In a good way, though. This home wasn’t his, it was Phil’s, but he was surprisingly comfortable here. He was comfortable with his close friends.

“Breakfast is ready!”

He jolted awake with a slight shock when he heard knocking and shouting outside of the door of the room he was staying in, the noise startling him from his sleep. He rubbed at his eyes and stretched his arms above his head as the sleepiness started fading from his mind, clocking the voice as Tommy’s as he processed his surroundings. It was his second day at the Philza Minecraft’s, the first being made up of mostly content creation.

They had all been shown to their respective guest rooms late last night after quite a few movies and a half-asleep conversation full of laughing and heartfelt emotions. Today was supposed to be a chill day, and the next they’d be exploring the area just around Phil and Kristen’s home. It was Ranboo’s second time in the UK, and just like last time, he wanted to explore and get a feel for the place he’d be temporarily living in.

He fished some clothes out of his suitcase, pulling them on and discarding his pajamas in a white laundry hamper he had been given for that exact purpose. Then, he sat on the bed, pulling out his phone and scrolling through it. He chuckled as he saw a picture of their entire group with a fan they had run into the day prior, just after he was picked up from the airport, remembering how many similar ones had been taken during his last meet up.

He thought back to the months he spent at Tubbo’s house just a while ago, it was one of the funnest parts of his life if he was honest, and now he was right back in the UK for another long meet up. This one was supposed to be a month, at least. SBI and the Bee Duo all under one roof for an entire month! Twitter had freaked out completely when they heard of this arrangement.

During his last trip to the UK, he found out something interesting after revealing something about himself to Tubbo. He admitted to his habit of age regressing to his friend during a late night conversation, only to be met with a 'me too’ and then being asked if he wanted to call some friends. This response had confused him, but he said agreed, figuring that there had to be some logic to this.

And after an hour long conversation with Techno, Tommy, Wilbur, and Phil, he learned about an ongoing secret dynamic between the group. Tommy, Tubbo, Phil, and Wilbur were all also regressors. This was a lot of information to process at around 6 am during an all-nighter, but he was glad to know he wasn’t alone.

Almost immediately after finding out about his headspace, Phil insisted on taking care of him, messaging him more often and helping him regress over video calls. And over the process of a few weeks, Ranboo had been officially added to the group of littles Phil cared for regularly.

The man took the time to learn his headspace range, things that upset him, how to deal with him when he did misbehave (though the occasion was rare, especially compared to someone like Little Tommy), all in the name of making sure he was cared for. It was sweet, really, and sometimes the boy felt bad for all the man did for him.

He pushed these thoughts away as he heard his name called by his father figure from the kitchen. He groaned, exiting off of Twitter and making his way out of the room and down the hallway, through the living room and into the kitchen. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” he mumbled, still tired. He took his seat between Tommy and Tubbo after entering the kitchen/dining area and was quite overwhelmed with the amount of greetings and 'good morning!’s’ he got all at once.

“How’d you sleep, hun?” he smiled when he heard Kristin’s voice, humming a bit, settling on responding to her instead of facing the rest of the ongoing chaos in the kitchen.

“Pretty good, I think. Still waking up, though,” he admitted. He watched the woman bring a plate over to him, setting a stack of pancakes in front of him. “Thank you.”

Before she got the chance to respond, Tommy was shouting all to loud for how early it was in the morning. He sounded whiny, too. “Why does he get his first? I was awake before him,” he complained, earning a response from Wilbur as he entered the room, his obviously messy hair temporarily contained by a beanie.

“Maybe because he’s not throwing a fit over everything like you are,” He made his way over to the table as Phil shot the both of them a look. Ranboo minded his own business, digging into his food, he knew that he wasn’t in trouble. The brown haired man sat next to Tommy, leaning back in his seat casually.

“Will, be nicer to your brother. And Tommy, be patient, or else both of you will be put in timeout the moment we finish eating.” he threatened, half joking.

“What?” Tommy said, sounding shocked as his eyes went wide.

“I second that, none of us are little!” Tubbo finally spoke up after laughing at the situation the whole time.

“Tom-tom here is sure acting like a baby, though,” Wilbur teased, sitting back up to ruffle the blond’s hair, continuing even when the younger whined and attempted to shove his hand away. He only retracted it when Phil gave him another stern look.

“Stop teasing him and eat your food,” he told him as Kristin brought over plates for Tommy and Wilbur. “Where’s Techno?” Phil seemed like he wanted to continue talking to Wilbur, but was distracted when he noticed that someone was missing. Wilbur smirked, sticking his tongue out to Tommy, as if bragging about being let off the hook.

Even Ranboo could admit, even out of headspace, everyone seemed to fill their roles in the family dynamic well. Wilbur was the cocky middle brother who somehow simultaneously gets in the most trouble and gets away with everything, Techno is the oldest who’s mostly calm but will join in on the antics when it seems fun, and Tommy’s the youngest who will play the 'innocent’ card at any chance he could get.

Ranboo and Tubbo’s exact roles were a bit undecided, but they seemed to consist of a lot of watching the scene play out and somehow getting dragged into an argument they had nothing to do with. Phil acted as their dad, who kept peace between everyone and tried to keep things calm, while Kristen played the role of a sweet mother-type figure.

When they were little, it was a bit different, but the general feeling of family remained the same.

After a few chaotic minutes of gathering everyone up and calming everyone down, they were all sitting around the table and talking in a much more civil manner. Things got loud once again only a few minutes later when Tommy knocked over his cup of orange juice.

“Sorry!” he squeaked, “I didn’t mean to!” he defended, looking up at Phil apologetically. He immediately seemed much younger, a light pout on his lips as he apologized for his clumsiness.

“It’s alright, Toms.” the man assured, flashing a soft smile to let the regressor know that he was alright, reaching for the paper towels across the table. In just a few moments it was like there was never a spill in the first place. “Can you get him a sippy cup, please?” he asked Kristin, who immediately set off to get the requested item.

“I told you he was a baby,” Wilbur spoke up next, predictably earning protests from the clearly regressing boy next to him.

“I’m not a baby!” the younger cried, looking to his other  "Techno, tell him I’m not a baby!“

"I mean, only babies need sippy cups,” the other man leaned a bit closer the table, his words causing the teenager’s eyes to widen.

“Can’t Kristin just refill dis one?” he questioned, holding up the cup he had knocked over and looking to Phil hopefully.

“Sorry, buddy, I just don’t want you to make another mess.” Phil sighed, shooting a disappointed look towards Wilbur and Techno. Ranboo sunk further into his seat, trying to avoid getting pulled into the conflict. He wasn’t sure how the others could handle Phil’s 'disappointed look’ so easily, the boy was very much scared of it.

“I’m not gonna!” Tommy whined, practically glaring at the cup that was set in front of him a moment later. He huffed and crossed his arms, refusing to drink or eat anything.

“This is what happens when you make fun of him, he gets all insecure and stubborn,” Tubbo groaned, rolling his eyes as if they had been through this process a million times over.

“Tubbo’s right, apologize to him,” the oldest man ordered. Wilbur and Techno looked at him as if this suggestion was completely outrageous, so he added, “Now.”

“Okay, okay!” Wilbur gave in, sounding defensive, “I’m sorry, Toms. You’re not a baby.”

“Really?” he lowered his arms, finally uncrossing them.

“No, you’re just clumsy and we’re sorry for making fun of you for it,” Techno sounded very reluctant, but he followed Phil’s orders. After these apologies, the rest of breakfast went fairly smoothly. By the end of it, Tommy was very obviously fully regressed and making a useless attempt to hide it.

It was a fairly often occurrence that Tommy slipped just for fun, acting and being treated like a kid was something he just liked. He got to be the annoying little brother and watch cartoons while he did it, it was a win-win across the board.

But Phil and Kristin knew, that whenever one of them slipped over their voice chats, anyone else in the discord call would too. And now, they were all actually together under one roof, so he was sure he’d have five littles to deal with by noon at latest.

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As predicted, all of the boys ended up in littlespace, slipping one after another like a line of dominoes getting knocked over. After some reassurance from Phil, Tommy allowed himself to slip, and he dragged his best friend into a game of pretend. And the two toddler minded teenagers decided they wanted to play with Techno and Ranboo as well, and Wilbur soon followed when Phil babied him a bit to much.

At first, it was quite loud, and there was a lot of conflict and disagreements between the boys. Eventually, after everyone but Ranboo had managed to get in some sort of trouble, Phil sat the boys down to watch cartoons. Tommy, Tubbo, and Wilbur were out like a light one episode in. Wilbur was in babyspace, he always needed extra sleep, and Tommy tired himself out by crying when he assumed Phil was upset with him.

Tubbo, however, was just tired. No excuse, that’s just how he was sometimes.

Ranboo and Techno were older then the rest of them, and far more behaved, so they didn’t get quite as much attention earlier in the day. Phil was quite busy comforting Wilbur and trying to keep Tommy and Tubbo in check, and it didn’t help that Kristin had to leave the house. To make up for this, Phil wanted to do something special with them while the other three took their mid-day naps.

After a while of Ranboo and Techno watching cartoons, trying to stay quiet so that their friends could sleep peacefully, Phil spoke up.

“Boys, quietly follow me,” he whispered, managing to get out from under from where Wilbur was laying cuddling up to him without waking the boy up. Techno and Ranboo glanced at each other, seemingly confused but intrigued. They scrambled to get up, following their caregiver into the kitchen.

“What are we doin’, dada?” Techno questioned once they entered the other room. They had left the cartoons on, so Phil was fairly sure they wouldn’t be able to hear what was going on in the kitchen.

“You guys are gonna be my little helpers for snack time, okay? I got some special treats and such for everyone and we need to put everything together before everyone gets up!” the man explained in a quiet but excited tone, speaking even quieter as if his next words were a secret, “And if you guys do a good job, I’ll even give you an extra cookie.”

Ranboo’s face immediately lit up, and he bounced on his feet as he awaited more instructions. Phil specifically chose him and Techno out of all of them, they must be special. It was like a super secret mission, just for them!

“So we’re all gonna have fruit and vegetables before we get to the sweets,” he continued on, going over the fridge and pulling out various fruits and vegetables, “Techno, could you wash the strawberries and blueberries for me?” he asked.

“Mhm!” he agreed, excited to be able to help. It seem weird that Phil’s idea of “something special” was just putting them to work, it was more about the idea of making them feel special. They were more well behaved then everyone else, so they got extra time with Phil and a cookie.  

“What do I get to do?” Ranboo questioned. He watched as Technoblade took the containers with the fruit he was told to wash over to the sink.

“Are you big enough to pour drinks for everyone?” he questioned, pulling various new sippycups and bottles from a hidden spot in one of the cabinets. The two littles gasped, completely distracted from their tasks, “Yes, some of these are for you two.” he chuckled at their excitement, coming over to Ranboo and holding out a simple but cute black and white sippy cup.

“I thought maybe you could put stickers on it,” Phil explained. The boy nodded quickly, practically attacking him in a hug. “Okay, go on, get to work now.” he said, motioning over to the counter where the rest of them sat.

As requested, they got to work. Techno helped wash the fruit and put then on their plates, while Ranboo filled the sippy cups and bottles with whatever drink each one of them liked best. His demise came when he tried to sneak soda into his sippy cup without asking, and he managed to spill it all over the counter.

“Uh oh! Spill on aisle Ranboo!” Phil joked, grabbing the paper towels and running over to help. Immediately, the boy panicked. He was the well behaved one, and Phil was gonna find out that he was trying to be sneaky! His guilt was obviously clear to the caregiver, because the next thing he said was, “Don’t worry, accidents happen.”

The gentle and reassuring tone he used only made him feel worse. It only took the man a moment to actually realize what the boy had been pouring into the cup. “Ranboooo,” the caregiver held out his words, sounding disappointed, “You know that you could’ve asked for soda if you really wanted it, right? You’ve been so good all day, I would’ve given it to you.”

“Really?” he asked, pouting when the man took the cup and dumped the liquid in the sink. He then ripped paper towels from the roll and wiped up the remainder of the drink from the counter.

“Yeah, I would’ve,” Phil affirmed, “But trying to sneak around me isn’t okay. You told me you were putting juice in here. That’s lying, and I know for a fact that you’re big enough to know that’s not allowed. ” he tsked, causing Ranboo to look down at his feet.

“M’ sorry,” he mumbled, ready to cry over such a small thing. He knew what he was doing was dumb, Phil rarely let them have sweets like that when they were small due to the fact that they got hyper.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart, you’re not in trouble,” the man assured with a sigh, softening his tone immediately, rinsing the cup out as he spoke. Ranboo still felt bad, despite the gentle reassurance. He glanced up to see the man filling his cup with his favorite drink besides the over sugary soda: strawberry lemonade. “Here you go.” he tightened the lid onto it and held it out for him.

“Sorry, dada,” he apologized again, his eyes still glassy as he took it in his hands. Phil sighed a bit, opening his arms and pulling him close.

“You’re okay, buddy, I promise you.” he spoke gently, “Little boys make mistakes sometimes, it’s alright.” The man knew that while Ranboo might’ve been regressed to an older age, he was still quite sensitive, and he always felt overly bad whenever he got in trouble. Even if he had managed to get away with sneaking the soda, he would’ve owned up to what he did guiltily after just a few sips of the drink.

That’s just how he was.

“M’ all done!” Techno’s voice interrupted them as he finished placing the snack-filled plates in their spot at the table, besides their respective sippy cups. Phil pulled away from the other regressor and ruffled his hair, smiling at him before addressing the other little.

“Good job, honey. You’re such a good helper,” he complimented, before looking back to Ranboo. “And so are you.” he reminded. Ranboo giggled a bit, feeling happiness well up in his chest at the praise despite any childish guilt. The giggles only increased when his caregiver tapped the button of his nose, causing him to scrunch it up.

Once he was sure that Ranboo was alright, or at least doing a bit better, he gave them their next instructions. One good thing about Ranboo was that it was easy to sway his emotions to the more positive end if it was done before any tears came. “Take your seats and eat, I’m gonna wake up your brothers and have them pick up their toys from earlier, then they’ll join you.” he told them, before leaving the room.

Technoblade’s eyes followed Phil as he exited the room, and he waited until he was sure he was out of earshot to say anything. “Psst, 'anboo,” Techno leaned close to the table, grabbing the other boy’s attention.

“Wha’?” he questioned, popping a grape in his mouth and tilting his head in curiousity.

“We should scare daddy when he comes back in! It’ll be so cool,” he suggested, “We can wait by the door and jump out!”

“Hmm…,” Ranboo looked over to where the other pointed, considering his options, “We 'posed to be eatin’.” he pointed out, shaking his head.

“We won’ get in trouble, it’s just playin’ round,” he tried to sound convincing. It seemed to work, because Ranboo reconsidered, before hesitantly nodding. He grabbed one more grape and his sippy cup before standing up, Techno leading him over to the entrance of the room. They were concealed behind the wall on either side of the doorway.

They listened Phil woke the others up and helped them put the toys away, excitement ramping up as they waited. To their shock, Tommy entered first, fully ready to greet him in his usual loud tone. Techno quickly put his finger to his lip, shaking his head to signal him to be quiet. Tommy’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening, deciding to duck behind the with his older brother.

It was then that Phil entered, carrying Wilbur. The boys jumped out from their spots, exclaiming different variations of “boo!” and “AHH!”, breaking out into giggles immediately after. Wilbur squeaked, the sound startling him a bit, but he didn’t seem upset. “Well hello, little ones,” Phil chuckled, “If I remember correctly, you boys are supposed to be at the table.”

“Jus’ wanted to scare you! We go eat now,” Techno assured, taking Tommy’s wrist in his hand and pulling him over to the table. Ranboo however, peeked behind Phil to see if Tubbo was coming.

“Where Tubs at?” he pulled on Phil’s shirt before he could walk away, whining a bit.

“He had a bit of an accident,” the man admitted, “He’s a bit smaller now, but he’ll be out soon, okay?”

“Okay…” he trailed off, looking out into the living room, completely set on standing there until his best friend was able to join him.

“How about you head over to the table, kiddo?” his caregiver questioned, earning a pout from the little. “Okay, okay, you can wait here for him!” he decided, figuring there was nothing wrong with it. With a forehead kiss, Phil left him at the doorway.

“Tubbo! We gots apple slices for you!” he rambled excitedly when his friend finally did arrive, running towards him and grabbing his hand. He started to pull him further into the kitchen, but the mentally younger of the two stumbled a bit, seemingly clumsier then he was earlier in the day.

Ranboo realized that he had a pacifier in his mouth now, and he saw Phil replacing his sippy cup with a bottle out of the corner of his eye. He had worked hard to put apple juice in that sippy cup, he thought, pouting a bit.

“M’ sorry, didn’ mean to make you almost fall! We can go slow,” he decided, earning a thankful smile from the other regressor. “Are you gonna say anything?” he asked, walking beside him. As they approached the table, Phil replied for the boy.

“He’s a bit younger, bud, he might not be up for talking,” he explained, “You know what it’s like to be so little that you feel like a baby. Can we all be understanding? He’s only a bit older then Wilbur at the moment.” “

Tubbo seemed quite embarrassed as he sunk into his seat, pulling his pacifier from his mouth to eat his food. There were sounds of agreement around the table. Ranboo was curious as to what exactly made Tubbo slip so much younger then he usually did, but he didn’t voice this curiosity, settling on eating his food in favor of not embarrassing his friend anymore then he already was. .

"These are yucky!” Tommy claimed, pushing his plate with carrots and ranch away from him.

“You like carrots and ranch, what are you talking about?” Phil sounded tired and just a bit annoyed.

“Don’ want em,” he shook his head, whining just as he had that morning when Wilbur teased him.

“If you eat them you’ll get a cookie,” the caregiver bribed.

“What type of cookie?” the toddler minded boy squinted his eyes, as if considering this, as if it was a negotiation of sorts.

“Sugar cookie, chocolate chip, I think we have Oreos too…whatever you could want,” this definitely caught the boys interest.

“Chocolate chip?” his eyes went wide with excitement, which was only intensified when Phil nodded. Immediately, he uncrossed his arms and pulled his plate back towards him. Phil seemed satisfied with this, ruffling his hair.

The boys were still waking up, so Phil asked them to talk about their elaborate games from earlier in the day to keep them occupied. So, as they ate their snacks, they giggled about imaginary wars and adventures and argued over who won their dramatic plastic sword duels. Eventually, the caregiver gave them their promised sweets before sending them back off to play.

“Ranboo, you left your sippy cup in the kitchen,” Phil tapped the boy’s shoulder and distracted him from his game of peek-a-boo with Tubbo. He quickly discovered that his friend seemed much to little to participate in any games he’d usually play, so he did what he always saw Phil do with Wilbur: play a simpler one.

It was obviously much more entertaining for the littler of the two, but Ranboo was happy to hear his friend’s giggles and squeaks. “Oh! Thanks, dada!” the boy reached up to take his sippy cup from the caregiver as he was sitting on the floor and Phil was standing. Ranboo gasped when he took a drink, feeling bubbles on his tongue.

Immediately, Phil put a finger to his lips and gave him a warning look. This made the boy giggle a bit as he nodded, understanding the signal. “Thank you!” he repeated, smiling when his hair was ruffled softly. The moment didn’t last long, Tommy called Phil over for something, and it was back to peek-a-boo with his best friend.

Ranboo didn’t mind it, though, peek-a-boo was fun. Being with everyone was fun, even if it meant he got a bit less attention due to there being so much going on. It all evened out, he got to be a snack time helper! And he got an extra cookie! If you asked him, that was pretty awesome.

In the next few days, they’d all get back into making more collaborative content, as that was the point of this meet up, but for now, it was just time to play. To spend time together, to cuddle, and giggle, and make far to much noise in the name of fun. To just be a family.

That was the specific feeling that came to Ranboo with this meet up. The comforting feeling that bubbled in his chest whenever he got a forehead kiss or his hair ruffled by Phil, or when he played babyish games with his friends when they regressed younger then him.

This was the thing that clouded his mind whenever he regressed with this group specifically, or when they were in the car, joking about anything and everything as they got closer and closer to their destination. A feeling that consistently made his life better, the feeling that brought a smile to his face everyday…

The Feeling of Family.

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A/N: I really hope you liked that adorable mess of 4500 words! I appreciate reblogs and likes, but no matter what, thanks for reading to the end! Did you like the chaotic feeling that five littles/so many people brought into my fic? I kinda had to switch up my normal formulas to make room for so many characters, there’s a reason I literally put three character to sleep halfway through the fic hjsikajsa. Did I write Phil well? I tried to portray how a caregiver w/so many littles would act somewhat realistically? Kind of overwhelmed but managing. Also, did you like me portraying ranboo as 'the angle little’ of the group? idk I felt like it fit his personality in the scenario. If you reply with/send an ask/reblog with feedback, you can answer those questions, leave a request for something (whether it be in the universe father into the month-long meetup timeline I set up or just another fic), state your general opinions on the fic, or just leave a strand of emojis if words are hard. No matter what, it means a lot! I hope you all have a great day!!!!

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- 𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 “𝑀𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑛“/𝑝

- 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡, 𝑜𝑏𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦

- 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 8 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠

- 𝑇𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒, 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 (𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠) 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑝𝑠𝑒𝑡.

- 𝑇𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝐵𝑒𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 (𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒, ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦, 𝑒𝑡𝑐)

- 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑇𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 2-10 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 (𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑔)

- 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐴𝐿𝐿 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 9 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 3

- 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑔, 𝑇𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑, 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠

- 𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑝, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜

- 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑅𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 2-4 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒

- 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑇𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔

- 𝑅𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡, ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑

- 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜, ℎ𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟

- 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑔

- 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙 𝐻𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦

- 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑐𝑔 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒

- 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑡 (𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜)

- 𝐵𝑜𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠, ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦 𝑐𝑔 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛

- 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 (𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦)

- 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑅𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛

- 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠

- 𝐸𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑅𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟

- 𝐴𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑔, 𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐 (𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡)

- 𝐻𝑒’𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠

- 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒

- 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙, 𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓 ℎ𝑒’𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡

- 𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑅𝑎𝑛 (𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔)

- 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜, 𝑠𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑙𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ

- 𝐾𝑎𝑟𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙

- 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 ℎ𝑒’𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 “𝑜ℎ 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑦!“ 𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒

- 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝐾𝑎𝑟𝑙 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑝 𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡

- 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 ℎ𝑒’𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑡ℎ

- 𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙

- 𝐾𝑎𝑟𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 (𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 2-6)

- 𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚

- 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑆𝑎𝑝 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑡 𝑐𝑔

- 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝐾𝑎𝑟𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑥𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑔𝑔 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠

- 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐾𝑎𝑟𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑝 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑠

𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨!! 𝔻𝕤𝕞𝕡 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖𝕥 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ^^ (𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕂𝕒𝕣𝕝, 𝕊𝕒𝕡 𝕟𝕒𝕡, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔾𝕖𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕚𝕗 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕪)

[leaderseraph-deactivated2026030]

lDR caregiver tips

Don't disappear for long amounts of time without telling your little first. Try not to make them feel abandoned and alone.

Communicate always, littles may have a hard time expressing their feelings.

Never ever yell at your little or purposely ignore them.

Try to help them regress if needed! Make them feel small.

Don't hide your emotions from your little so they don't worry. You wouldn't want them doing that to you.

If you are getting tired or impatient, it's okay to take a break! Your feelings matter too, just communicate with your little. This will prevent you getting mad or annoyed in the future.

[sonicrainbooms]

i have so much to say and yet nothing to say about the movie. until i can be bothered, take this

[honeyy-bee-mommi]

🌻Rules🌸

For little one

Always be yourself

Brush your teeth twice daily

Get 30 mins of exercise daily

Keep your room clean

No swearing

Tell the truth

Always say when you’re unhappy

Don’t keep secrets

Be kind to yourself

Eat breakfast every morning

Study for at least 1 hour each night (if your little has school)

Drink at least 4 cups of water every day

Always say good morning and good night

Go to bed at bed time (bedtime 11:00pm unless it’s the weekend)

[lil-kitten-kat]

Have some cowor pages!

[sunnyheart175]

[wyn-terwonderland]

Woah there kiddo, hold up for a sec.

*Wraps scarf around your neck

*Zips your coat up tight

*Pulls hat over your ears

*Boops you on the nose

It's getting chilly out there, littles! Don't forget to bundle up and stay warm so you don't catch a cold!

(Image description: GIF of Winnie the Pooh wearing a blue scarf and waving as autumn leaves blow around him.)

[pebblekiddo]

coordinating outfits with your baby one day!! matching colors and matching bracelets, one that says ‘baby’ and mine says ‘papa’ <3 then you guys go out to build a bear and get matching build a bears!!