mcyt // agere oneshots

london vidcon | lil!wilbur & cg!niki

first chapter babes !

plot: wilbur gets a bit overwhelmed by the day he's had and the environment he's in -- luckily niki coaxes him to regress :)

little!wilbur & cg!niki and featuring big!tommy

(say it with me; babyspace wilbur supremacy.)

also,, i'm spoiling ya'll w the first chapter -- i know i said the oneshots would be around 500-1,000 words but hey i get carried away so easily

cw: derealization ? i dunno i don't think it's that intense

aight on with the chapter !

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  After a long day's worth of greeting fans, speaking on panels and socializing, some of the dream smp members decided to gather at the hotel Sapnap, Karl and Quackity were staying in.

Despite Wilbur's dismay and wishes of just taking an uber home, meeting the rest of the crew the next morning, he was dragged along (mainly by Tommy, but that's beside the point).

Ever since the beginning of the day, he's had that familiar itch in the back of his mind to regress. Now, as everyone is piled up in a very cramped hotel room, the sudden overwhelming feeling of things being too real hits him like a train.

He was sitting on the floor with his knees scrunched up to his chest, with all the conversation and buzz around him falling unintelligible.

Thankfully for him, Niki notices the brunette's distress practically radiating off the boy, she slides from the bed, right next to Wilbur.

Out of instinct, the second she hit the ground, Wil hid his face in Niki's shoulder. Everything that was around him was getting to the point of ear splitting agony, so out of sight, out of mind, right?

"You can regress, you know."

It was barely above a whisper, but that very sentence was as clear as day.

"What?"

He was tempted to laugh.

Niki simply shrugs when Wilbur lifted his head back up, "I'm just saying. You're safe here to." She glances at everyone in the room, who were just talking amongst themselves and their conversations, not paying the slightest light of day to theirs.

".. Are you sure?" Coming out with more hesitation and uncertainty in his voice than he liked.

Niki only smiles. She presses a kiss to the boy's forehead. Pulling away slowly, she cups his cheek with her thumb and nods.

For whatever reason, Wilbur trusted her.

He takes her word for it, and for one thing, they both are grateful for it.

The boy settles into another embrace with Niki, gradually moving into her lap. At this point, everyone else in the room have probably glanced or took note of it at least once or twice, but luckily, they kept it to themselves and kept going with their own conversation. As for Wilbur, he gives into the fuzzy feeling wrapping around him, the once overbearing voices around turn soothingly ambient.

Once his breathing has steadied and the only thing she could hear is subtle, incoherent babbles from the boy, it's settled. Wilbur Soot has successfully slipped into little space.

"How old are we today, sweetpea?"

Wilbur tilts his head to the side, feeling too small for words. He clumsily takes Niki's hand, moving her fingers around.