DSMP age regression stories/one shots

♥️Bbh and Skeppy💙

Request by: LlamaLlamaYT
(Thank you for your request! <3)

Little: Badboyhalo (6 months) (He/him)

Caregiver: Skeppy (He/him)

Ship: Skephalo

Tw?: Crying (Nothing else, just Skeppy being the best cg to his lil muffin)
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[Skeppy's POV:]

It was about 7am and I had just woken up, surprisingly Bad was still asleep but I didn't mind, he looks adorable when he's sleeping.
Anyways- I got up out of bed and decided to make the both of us some breakfast since I felt nice today

Some days I like to do something nice for people, but almost every day I am my normal Skeppy self, acting really childish or like a 12 year old.
Today was a nice day and I wanted to make the most of it!

I started to get everything I needed to make breakfast. I knew Bad was fine with anything to eat in the morning since he wasn't a picky eater, even though I am-
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(Me: *Ahem* Get to the point Skeppy-)

(Oh! Oh yeah right. Sorry-)

(Me: Geez- I'm so sorry reader, please continue <3)
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I had just finished making breakfast for me and Bad, when I heard a small cry coming from my room.
I knew Bad was little, like- little little.
He never cries when he wakes up unless he's in deep deep babyspace.

I quickly (but quietly) ran over back to my bedroom to see Bad, trying to sit up and crying his little heart out. Considering he was really little, he always tried to do stuff he'd usually do while he was a little bit older, even if he couldn't.

"Oh my baby boy~ it's okay, shhh.. Dada Skeppy's here. It's gonna be alright." I spoke to the little softly. I put Bad on my lap and held him kinda like how people would hold a newborn baby.

He was still crying after about half an hour of sobbing uncontrollably and I couldn't figure out what was wrong.
I suddenly had a massive brain fart and realized that he must've been hungry since he hadn't eaten all morning.

I smacked my forehead with pity and Bad giggled when I did. Does he think my pain is funny?? That's rude! D:<
But I mean he is in the mindset of a baby so I really can't complain, all the other times I've bumped into a wall with a little around they always laughed at me like I'm a clown or something, but anyways-

I set Bad down on the floor and turned on Bluey for him to watch while I made his bottle. I would've carried him with me, but he probably would've gotten more fussy if he wasn't entertained, and he was entertained but not for long ._.

When I pulled the milk out of the fridge, I heard small whines coming from the living room, knowing that my baby was starting to become impatient.

"It's alright love, I'm making your baba right now okay?" I said to the boy in the other room. I didn't know if he could hear me or not, but I tried to comfort him even if I was away from him for a while.

Suddenly Bad let out a blood curdling cry.
The sounds coming from the younger immediately caught my attention, and I knew that was my sign that I needed to hurry up.

"Okay baby, I'm almost done! Gimme one second.. aaaannddd there!" I said as I finished making the bottle. After I screwed on the cap and shook up the liquid a few more times, I speed ran to get to Bad.

He was kicking his legs while still crying heavily and rubbing his eyes. I knew he had just woken up a while ago, but it looked like he was already ready for his nap.

"Alright bubs, Dada's here now and I have your baba!" I spoke softly to the little as I sat down on the floor with him.
Bad looked at me before making grabby hands towards his bottle. Or towards me? I dunno- and it didn't matter.

I carefully picked him up and fed him his bottle, which immediately calmed him down.
He teethed on the nipple for a few seconds but then he started suckling the warm liquid.

Bad's eyes were starting to flutter now that he was more calm with the warm milk in his tummy.
I smiled at the baby in my arms and thought to myself, "You're so adorable, I love you my little muffin-head."

When Bad was halfway through the bottle, I could see that he was starting to get sleepy.
All that crying must've tired the poor boy out, so I decided to start singing a small song to help him fall asleep fully.

Since I saw Vienna
Wilbur soot
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A cute bomber jacket you've had since 6th form
Adorned with patches of places you're been
Is nothing on my khaki coat I got
From a roadside, when I was 16
My boots are from airports
My backpacks from friends
I'm not a man of substance and so I'll pretend to be a wanderer, wandering leaving ascetic belongings in hostels and restaurant bins
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The roads are my home, horizons my target
If I keep on moving, never lose sight of it
Treating my memory of you like a fire, let it burn out, don't fight it, and try to move on
It's been 60 weeks since I saw vienna
A bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face
I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready and I'll put down my roots when I'm dead.
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The distance is futile
C'mon don't be hasty
You'll get that feeling deep inside of your bones.
I'll be gone then
When you
Must be
Alone.
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After I finished singing, I looked down and saw that Bad was fast asleep with the tip of the bottle hanging out of his mouth.
I thought that was cute so I just chuckled to myself softly and admired the sleeping boy.

I sighed and set the bottle to my side. I sat against the couch and continued humming some random songs that came up in my head.
A while later I got sleepy as well.

"Today was a good day" I thought. "Even if it was a bit stressful, I'm still glad I got to make my baby boy happy."
I thought to myself before my mind got blurry as I slowly fell asleep.
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Little Bad and Caregiver Skeppy are too cuteee I love themmm 🥺

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