mcyt // agere oneshots

darling | lil!wilbur & cg!phil

"Wilbur comes home after being extremely stressed and goes to his room and just starts crying, phil hears him and goes to check on him, sees him regressed and looks after him"

little!wilbur & cg!phil

request! ahh thank u to @anonymousoofOG for requesting i enjoyed writing this <3

note; i dunno for sake of the story, they live together along with 'other streamers' -- i dunno plot n whatnot makes it easier cus i can't write in game for shit -- but the part of the 'other streamers' is so irrelevant idk i'm just painting a picture LMAO -- but i mean interpret as you will it's pre vague as is

cw: i mean,, crying,, kinda angst,, but i'm giving ya'll some fluff comfort don't worry

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It was late at night, later than usual when he gets home from his office, Phil notes.

Wilbur looks distraught, mumbling curses under his breath as he fumbles with his keys. The man doesn't bother saying hi, let alone acknowledging Phil's presence in the kitchen, treading straight to his room. Phil's eyebrows furrow, as he attempts to not think much of it, but he's still intrigued by his out of character mannerisms.

After deciding that was enough late night editing for the day, Phil heads up to the bathroom upstairs to get ready for bed, but is stopped by the familiar sound of crying from one of the rooms, more in particular, Wilbur's room.

The man was the only one up aside from himself, and the noise from the once dead silent flat could only emit from there.

He takes a deep breath in before knocking,

"Wilbur, it's Phil."

He doesn't hear a reciprocated answer, but the sound of crying has abruptly stopped. Phil bites his lip, preparing for what he's about to see,

"Wil, I'm coming in, okay?"

Hesitantly, the older opens the door, his heart sinking at the sight in front of him.

"Oh, darling."

The boy looks up and sees his caregiver, immediately trying to change his demeanour for him. Weakly rubbing his face, he tries his best not to cry anymore.

He was curled up in the corner of his room, presumably very much regressed. Phil shuts the door behind him before he moves to crouch in front of the younger.

"Nope, none of that, baby."

There was a brief moment of silence between the two. Wilbur looking up at him, absolutely humiliated and ashamed whilst Phil is simply looking back with sympathy and warmth.

"C'mere, little one."

At just those words alone, Wil breaks, choking on a sob. He reaches out desperately, tilting his head down so his hair covers his eyes, which in turn covers his frail gaze.

"Someone's feeling really small, huh? I don't blame ya."

Phil hoists the boy up with a bit of effort, he is taller than him after all, and sets him on his hip. They sway side to side, the caregiver whispering sweet nothings.

"Had a bad day today?"

He gets a response back, in a tiny, more juvenile voice, "Yucky. Really yucky."

"You poor thing. It's okay now, the day is over, and whatever you couldn't do today, tomorrow's right around the corner."

Phil coos, having his words get to the other again, a strained whimper coming from him.

"It's okay, baby. Let it out."

He moves to sit down, Wil having his legs on either side of Phil, still wrapped around him tight as if he's afraid to let go. The brunette lets his feelings run free, tears staining Phil's shirt but he doesn't mind.

"That's it, darling. I'm still here, I'm not going anywhere."

They stay like that for awhile until Wilbur's cries turn into sniffles and Phil's legs have turned numb enough to get up.

"I think we should go get something to drink. Who knows how thirsty you are, yeah?"

Wil, is pretty thirsty now that he thinks about it but he whines anyway, "Don't wanna wake up th' others." He mumbles softly.

"Oh, at this time, they better not be waking up, and if they do, it's always a treat to see this little guy. I would know for sure." The man speaks slow, enunciating every single word for the boy to fully absorb. He lifts his head up, just to stare at Phil for a moment.

The other boops his nose, earning a watery giggle. Digging his head into his caregiver's shoulder, Wilbur nods in consensus.

"Up we get, ay?" Phil kisses the side of the brunette's head, moving to his drawer to retrieve a paci before padding out into the kitchen once again. Upon getting a simple black pacifier, he slips it between Wilbur's lips, glancing for a second to see him sigh in content, snuggling even closer into his neck.

The two head down to the kitchen with no rush, the older humming soothingly as they make their way down each step. Once there, Phil sets the regressor on the counter-top, initially getting a whine in return, to which he mimics back. Wilbur huffs, but when he's handed a plush elephant, the thoughts of needing his caregiver's 100% attention completely discards him.

He has an elephant friend now!

Phil watches him babble at the toy in delight, definitely making the precise procedure of angel milk specifically catered to Wil's taste worth the while. When it cooled, he poured the warm drink into a sippy cup they kept far behind the rest of the glasses.

He screwed the baby blue lid on tight, and just like that, Wilbur was back in Phil's arms, treading back up to his room.

The caregiver sets the other in his lap, letting him drink away whatever he needs, periodically stopping him to remind him to slow down and that his angel milk isn't going anywhere. Once the boy's all done his drink, he lets out a tired yawn, snuggling back into Phil.

Wilbur lets his eyes flutter shut as the other pushes his paci back into his mouth, suckling every once and a while. Phil grins, carding a hand through his hair,

"Sweet dreams, darling."

"Ni' ni', Dada."

Whatever Wilbur has been through that day, was only pressing for tomorrow's sake. Right now, Phil's only job is to care for the boy.

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:)

i have such a huge lil!wilbur bias and it SHOWS but its whatevs it's what yall thrive on too so 🙄

LMAO anyway i hope this req does justice or something HAH i'll see ya'll in the next chapter :')

also ya'll were no help with the question i asked yesterday (I'M KIDDING) -- 2 for weston, 3 for jack -- so i think i'll just write the concept for jack but i'll write another oneshot for weston ya'll chill with that

stay safe n wash ur hands loves ♡

~ inky🧸

{920 words}

[finished writing june 14, 2021]
[published july 4, 2021]