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Just Grow Up! (Little!Charlie, CG!Schlatt)

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!!warning for panic, crying, mention of abusive cg, denial of regression n bad words!!

Setting: IRL
Summary: Just one word causes Charlie to slip, and fast. Schlatt deals with the aftermath.

honestly it's not as bad as the warning makes it seem but i just wanted to cover all the bases so i didn't trigger anyone

and pls don't doxx me or attack me, i don't keep up with twitter drama and it scares me D:
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One moment, Charlie and Schlatt were just messing around in Minecraft and teasingly calling each other pet names - all jokes, ya know? - until Schlatt used the one name Charlie wished he could forget.

"What are you going to do about it, sweetheart?"

Suddenly he was back with them, curled up in a ball and trying not to sob as they smashed a bottle next to his head, yelling at him to "Act like an adult, sweetheart, it's not that fucking hard! Just grow up!" Charlie did curl up in his chair in the present, too, breaths shaky and fighting against his fuzzy headspace. Schlatt, not being able to see Charlie, thought he was just faking being upset for the recording.

"Aw, what's the matter, sweetheart?" He leaned into the nickname, not seeing the hard flinch Charlie gave. "Am I bothering you?"

Schlatt paused and waited for a remark back, but got nothing - the only sound he could hear was Charlie's increasingly frantic breaths - and actually began to worry about his friend. He called for the man on the other side of the line, but when he still got no response, Schlatt finally sighed and pushed away from his desk.

"Stay where you are, Charlie, I'm coming over," he instructed, ignoring the weak protests Charlie gave. Schlatt disconnected, and the green-eyed little rocked himself gently, gripping his hair.

I don't need it, Charlie kept telling himself, I'm a grown man, I don't need to be small, I'm fine without it.

I don't need it.

I don't need it.

I don't-

"Charlie? Where are you, man?" Schlatt's voice cut through his thoughts, and Charlie cursed himself silently for giving him the spare key to his apartment. The blond tried to muffle his harsh breaths and quiet cries, but Schlatt walked in on the pitiful scene anyway, sympathy and concern marking his face. "Charlie? Hey, what happened?"

Kneeling beside Charlie, Schlatt tried to touch his shoulder but frowned when he flinched. A jumble of babbles and whimpers flew from Charlie's lips in an attempt to stammer out an apology, but he could barely get the words out through his tears and panic. Schlatt pulled him to his chest, taking deep, exaggerated breaths and encouraging Charlie to do the same. When the little finally got a handle on his breathing, Schlatt finally decided to speak again.

"So, what's you so upset, huh?" He asked, trying to keep his tone light but not quite succeeding.

"'M-M fi-ine," Charlie sniffled, whispering more to himself after a short pause, "I- I don' n-need it.."

"Don't need what, Charlie?" Schlatt questioned curiously and rose an eyebrow.

Charlie froze, more tears slowly leaking down his cheeks. After a much longer pause, he whispered out an answer; "D-Dey w-wight-t, d-don' ge-et ta be s-mawl."

"Oh, Charlie," Schlatt murmured softly, rubbing Charlie's back and kissing his forehead. He'd had a bit of experience with littles, although not usually in this context. "You do deserve to be small, if that's what makes you happy. No one should be able to stop you from doing what makes you happy, and don't let them ever convince you different."

"B-Bu'-"

"Ah- no protests, sunshine. You deserve it, no matter what anyone tells you. Do you understand?"

"*sniff* y-yes, Sl-latt."

"Good, now let's go get you some juice, yeah?"

"O-Otay!"
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remember, you always deserve to take care of yourself over anything else

now go drink some water if you haven't already! or i'm not giving you any little George tomorrow! >:]

(678 words)
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