(Requests are closed :[) MCYT Agere One-Shots!~

Roomates (Little!Trans!Charlie, CG!Schlatt and Wilbur) (REQUEST)

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!!warning for panic attack n dysphoria n some blood n stuff :[!!

Setting: IRL
Summary: It only took a glance to make Charlie crumble; thankfully, his roommates are there to take care of him.

maybe implied schlattbur also??

a request!! because i still take those (hint, hint ;p)

also involves pull-ups for a sec, so skip over the changing bit if that bothers u

enjoy :]
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To be fair, he hadn't meant to break the mirror.

But the moment Charlie even glances at it, it's too late. There's glass all around him as he slinks to the ground, his previously firm but comfortable binder much too tight as he gasps for air. Small glass pieces press into his skin, a new one finding his body every time he jolts away from another. He thinks he might've screamed at some point - he can't really hear, so it's difficult to tell - but he knows he had at least begun to sob.

Because Wilbur is there, picking him up out of the small, bloody ring of glass and carrying past Schlatt, who is instead going in. If he hadn't slipped past the age of one, Charlie would've realized that he was going to clean up the glass. Instead, he cries into Wilbur's shoulder, then his hands as the Brit gently eases the remaining glass from his legs and feet to bandage him up.

"Shh, it's okay, love," Wilbur coos, picking the blond up and bouncing him on his hip. "We're all done, you're okay."

Charlie sniffles and sticks his thumb in his mouth, but when he comes into the room, Schlatt plucks it out and replaces it with a pacifier. "None of that, sunshine," he scolds lightly.

Whining softly, Charlie tucks in his head in the crook of Wilbur's neck, who laughs softly. "Oh lovely, he didn't mean it like that," he soothes, "Papa just wants you to be safe, just like Daddy does." Silently, the little nods and lifts his head, smiling when Wilbur kisses his forehead.

The brunet then hands him off to Schlatt, kissing his cheek before shuffling through the cabinets for something. "Alright, kid, let's go change." Charlie just babbles back nonsensically, drawing a smile from the usually crass caregiver.

It's only a few steps to Charlie's room - despite their successful YouTube channels, the apartment isn't exactly roomy, per se. Schlatt sets Charlie down to root through his closet, all the way in the back where he knows the little hides he clothes he steals from his and Wilbur's closets. So, Wilbur's yellow sweater and his own pair of basketball shorts in hand, Schlatt turns back to the little on the bed. Charlie is flailing and whining, having tried to take his shirt off but tangling himself instead.

"Ki- Kiddo, let me help you," Schlatt laughs, holding the squirming boy still as he untangles him. His trousers come off next, then his pants - Schlatt decides to put a pull-up on the little just in case (babyspace is always unpredictable). The caregiver doesn't say anything when Charlie turns away and stays like that when Schlatt unzips his binder, and as fast as he can, the brunet pulls the big jumper over his head. "You okay, sunshine?" He asks, smiling back when Charlie grins and coos softly behind his paci.

Replacing his trousers with the shorts, Schlatt picks up Charlie and carries him into their little living room, nearly dropping the boy when he squirms and reaches for the plush on the couch.

With Charlie on the couch between him and Schlatt, Wilbur sighs in content. Their little family is all together, and he couldn't ask for more.
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AAAAAA IM SO SORYYYY

IM TRTING TO WRITE I PROMISE D:

(620 words)
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