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"petition for someone to write the cannon sides meeting the agere! fanon sides as a cute, fluffy fic thats full of chaos,confusion,and cuddles.if yall really wanna see it, send it to my inbox I may just do it-"

I found this on the fanon meets canon sides, and I would love to see that! Have you written this?

I unfortunately never got to it, sorry! people are free to take the idea, though!

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I’ve been writing sanders sides agere stuff for almost a year! my main agere au has been going on for almost a year too, which is crazy. Sorry I don’t update that enough, whoops. 

I just wanted to say that this has been fun, messing around with writing agere content for the past while, it’s what’s gotten me through this pandemic, honestly. And the Sanders Sides fandom is where I started, so I feel like I owe it to the fanders, really. thanks for everything, guys. 

Without your support, I’d be nowhere and I would’ve lost motivation and gave up so quickly. Y’alls support, every comment, every ask, it all means so much. Even if you just like my posts and lurk, it still means a lot. 

#sanders sides #fander #sanders sides agere #not writing

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*sips tea* *sighs in “I’m in to many fandoms and yes agere stuff is cute but can I handle *another* tooth-rotting fluffy agere project”*

Anyways,

Ig I write for the dream smp now. 

Three Littles, Two Stacks of TNT, and A Boring Day- [Dream SMP Agere/CGLRE Fic]//Littles!Tommy,Tubbo, and Karl+CG!Wilbur

Summary: What happens when the three littles of the SMP (Tommy, Tubbo, and Karl) somehow end up without supervision and two stolen stacks of TNT? Nothing good, surely.

A/N: This whole thing is basically: toddler/kiddo regressor!Tommy causing chaos because he’s bored and dragging his friends into it. also, this takes place before the L'manburg election, so things haven’t gone to shit yet, everyone’s just vibing. Also also! This is meant to portray the characters the streamers play in the smp, not the real people. If anyone involved says anything about being uncomfortable with this type of content I will take it down and/or modify it appropriately. 

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It wasn’t a secret that Tommy liked chaos.

This didn’t change when he was in the mindset of a kid, either. Sure, when he was thinking like a toddler, he was much more calm. Cuddly, he was good even. But if he was anywhere over 6 years old, he was bound to get into trouble. That’s why Wilbur was there, to keep him (and Tubbo), out of trouble, even if that didn’t work very well.

Of course, Tommy had regressed the one day Wilbur was busy with responsibilities involving L'manburg, assuring the older man that he’d be fine on his own. The moment Wilbur had left him to his own devices, Tommy was looking for Tubbo.

He found him sitting in a patch of grass, weaving together flowers into a crown. Tubbo could only be described as soft while he was little. He was younger then Tommy most of the time, and he always needed some form of guidance.

Which is why it was a bit odd that he was alone.

“Tommy!” Tubbo made grabby hands towards his friend immediately, setting the flower crown on the ground and jumping up. “Wilbur’s busy n’ m’ aloneee,” Tubbo pouted, pulling him into a hug. Tommy knew that he was next in line to Wilbur when it came to caring for Tubbo.

Tommy wasn’t planning to be little or anything today. He just wanted to grab his friend, and go cause some form of chaos with the explosive devices he may or may not have stolen from Dream. He could cause chaos with a toddler, right?

“Tubbo, do you wanna hang out with me today?” Tommy asked. Tubbo’s face lit up, and he nodded quickly.

“Mhm, mhm, mhm!” he giggled a bit, before dragging Tommy behind him back over to the grass he was sitting in. Tubbo wore a white shirt, and pastel yellow overalls, with little bees stitched into them. The outfit was undeniably adorable. Tubbo plopped down, returning to his process of making a flower crown.

There was one problem with Tommy attempting to take care of Tubbo. Tubbo being little almost always made Tommy little. His immediate response to being around his toddler-minded friend was to act as his older, protective, bad influence friend. Tommy would get them into trouble, but also keep him safe.

He could still be that while big, right?

“Yous feelin’ small too, Toms?” Tubbo spoke in a high-pitched babyish voice that everyone knew all too well. Most people in the SMP would just leave them alone if they had nothing nice to say if they came across them while little. For the longest time, Wilbur and Techno would protect the only two littles they knew in the land.

More recently, though, Karl revealed himself as a little to them. He didn’t make a point to keep it a secret, he just didn’t see it to be relevant until he was really bored and he saw that they were little too and he just really wanted someone to play with.

“Noooo,” Tommy shook his head quickly, holding out his word as if it’d make it more true.

“B-but I wanna play! Can we play please?” Tubbo pouted. He paused his crown-making process to give Tommy a pleading look.

“I wanted to do something fun today, but it’s kinda scary…” he trailed off. Tubbo tilted his head, so Tommy leaned closer, speaking just so he could hear as if anyone else was listening. There were a few people nearby, due to the fact that they were sitting in grass near the main path that connected almost everything throughout the SMP, but no one close enough to listen in on their words.

“I have TNT. I wanted to blow up something.” Tommy told him.

Tubbo gasped, his eyes going wide. “You’re gonna get in trouble! Wilbur’s gonna put you in timeout for a million-bajillion years!” he exclaimed dramatically, causing Tommy to giggle. When had he started giggling? Why was he suddenly acting like a child?

“Not if I don’t get caught,” Tommy corrected, shaking his head. “You in?”

Tubbo shook his head. “Don’t wanna get in twouble.” He tied off his flower crown, made up of plants with purple petals, observing his new creation in his hands.

“Come oooon,” Tommy whined, pouting a bit. “If we get caught, I’ll take da blame, okay? It’ll be fun! We’ll blow something up!” He spoke in an excited tone, trying to coax him.

“Explosions are cool!” Another voice joined the conversation, another guy approaching them. “What are we talking about?” Karl asked, sitting down in a crossed leg position. Karl was like Tommy. He could get as little as Tubbo, or as big as Tommy’s real age. Sometimes, regressing back just a few years could help.

Right now though, it was easily to tell that he felt like a kid. He looked about as old at Tommy felt, with his blue hoodie and simple sweatpants. He could pass as a big kid if it weren’t for his demeanor, and the stickers across his face. Multicolored hearts and stars danced across his cheeks like freckles, obviously placed there to make him look more childlike.

“I have some of Dream’s TNT. I wanted to blow shit up!” Tommy cheered, not bothering with the whole ‘whispering’ thing anymore. None of the littles caught it, but Badboyhalo was walking by when he shouted that, sending a concerned glance their way. He’d be sure to find Wilbur soon and let him know that the boys were little and looking for trouble.

“Toms! No bad words!” Tubbo whined. “We should just all be good babies and keep making flower crowns!” Tubbo huffed, looking between Karl and Tommy hopefully. They both disagreed.

“Flower crowns are boringgg.” Karl said, upsetting the younger little quite a bit, who held his flower crown close to his chest. As if he was “protecting” it from Karl.

“There’s nothing else to do!” Tubbo claimed, huffing and dropping the crown onto his own head of fluffy hair.

“Which is why we need to find something to do. Cause chaos! Set shit on fire!” Tommy stated, obviously little at this point. He was lingering about 10 or 11, the perfect age to advocate for anarchy. “Break every rule! And then hide it so that we don’t get in trouble.”

“I’m in!” Karl stated. Karl didn’t really have anything to lose. He didn’t have any official caregiver. And therefore, no one to tell him what to do. He could get into all the trouble he wanted with no consequences whatsoever. Tommy looked to Tubbo.

“Since Wilbur is busy, I’m technically in charge of you. And I can’t leave you alone,” Tommy pointed out, pouting in an attempt to convince him. “Please, Tubs? You’ll be da best friend ever!” he exclaimed.

Tubbo hesitated, before nodding slowly. “B-but we has to go get me somet'ing,” he mumbled.

“What do you need?” Karl questioned, tilting his head and examining the other little.

“Paci and stuffie,” Tubbo said shyly, bringing his thumb to his lip.

“Oh,” Tommy said, “Mkay. Baby stuff for Tubs, then chaos!” he decided, jumping up out of his spot. Tommy was clad in his usual red and white shirt, and normal pants. “I want overalls too. Can I borrow some of yours?” he asked, looking to his, currently smaller, buddy.

Tubbo nodded, taking his hand when he outstretched it, standing up. Karl got up as well. Tommy felt uncomfortable in his current clothes, feeling to…big? He wanted to have something childish about his outfit too, like Tubbo’s flower crown or Karl’s stickers! Overalls would have to do the trick.

They made their way back into L'manburg, retrieving the stuff they needed and successfully escaping without anyone seeing them. “Look at me!” Tommy said, spinning around as he walked, newly clad in black overalls over his usual shirt. “Anyways…we most plan,” he hummed, looking around as he walked down the main path.

Karl held Tubbo’s hand, leading him behind them. The three year old held a bee plushie in his free arm, a yellow decorated pacifier sitting in his mouth. “We could get food at the Catfe, and plan there!” Karl suggested.

Big Karl had helped build the cat-themed cafe himself, and he had no doubt that Eret would give them some food. “We can’t tell him what we’re doing, boys. He’ll go straight to Wilby,” Tommy told them, taking the route he knew would lead them to the cafe. “We need to get food, hopefully with no charge because I only have TNT on me, go to a far corner of the place, and discuss our plans.”

Tommy spoke ever so seriously in his childlike voice, his fellow little companions agreeing to his plans. He treated this whole thing like a super important mission, the goal being that he got to see something explode, and the worst possible outcome being that Wilbur caught him.

“Hi, Eret!” Karl swung open the door, greeting the person behind the counter. He looked over the three boys, immediately coming to the conclusion that they were all regressed.

“Shouldn’t you boys be with a caregiver? Where’s Wilbur? Should I call him?” Eret questioned, rummaging around for their phone.

“No!” Tommy interrupted. Eret gave him a curious glance, seemingly concerned. “Wilby’s busy,” he said, calmer and more innocently, blinking at him with a slightly babyish pout. “We don’t want to interrupt him.”

Tommy’s whole 'innocent act’ actually worked pretty well on Eret. “Are you sure, sweetie? I don’t think he’d mind if-”

“Nope! Please don’t call him,” Tommy grabbed Karl and Tubbo quickly, dragging them out of the shop without another word.

“Why’d you do that? I wanted fooood,” Karl whined, still following Tommy as he was dragged along. Tommy didn’t reply at first, waiting until they were a good distance away to stop and face his two confused friends.

“New plan, we don’t plan,” he said, only confusing them further as he took a deep breath. “We don’t have time for that. Eret’s gonna call Wilbur and I want to blow something up before I have to sit in the timeout corner for seventeen billion years. Kay?”

“If we run far enough, we might be able to get it done and cover it up. And we can come up with something to tell Wilbur, so you get in less trouble,” Karl suggested, looking behind him and acting as their guard.

“Good idea,” Tommy nodded a bit. “Think as we go. Follow me, we’re gonna put these in a hill far away, though blowing up a building would be cool,” he sighed. He knew that blowing up a building would only get him in trouble with the owners on said building, so he settled on creating a totally non-suspicious hole in the ground.

It’d still be cool.

As they walked off, away from the SMP and any sort of building, Tubbo seemed to get increasingly nervous. Wilbur was gonna be really mad and he didn’t want Wilbur to be mad at him! He didn’t want Tommy getting in trouble either!

Plus, they had a rule that they were supposed to stay within the main SMP and L'manburg while little, and around an adult they could ask for help if they needed it. “We’re not supposed to go dis far, Tommy,” Tubbo said, as Tommy placed TNT along the outside of a small hill, that was flat on the top.

“Yeah, and? I stole, am doing something "dangerous”, and I lied to an adult.“ Tommy shrugged, coming over and patting Tubbo’s head softly. Karl came back from setting down the last of the TNT, approaching the area they stood at a little bit away. Tommy prepared to light the dynamite.

"I’m already in lots of trouble.”

Tommy’s actions were interrupted by a stern, obviously disappointed voice approaching them.

“Damn right you are.”

Everyone paused, no one knowing what to say. Tommy shifted in place sheepishly, looking down at his feet. He broke the silence, speaking in the same fake ever-so-innocent tone he did with Eret.

“Hi, Wilby. How was work?”

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“You interrupted my work, stole from the enemy, put yourself and your friends in danger, and broke so many other rules,” Wilbur paced around the room, Tommy watching him from the chair he sat in in the corner. Tommy was nervous, even though he knew that the punishments couldn’t possibly be that bad. “All in the name of what? Chaos?” he scoffed, running his fingers through his hair as he took a breath.

He looked to Tommy, “What do you have to say for yourself?” he asked. “You’re big enough to know that you shouldn’t have done that. Shit, Tubbo, who’s mentally three right now, knew that what you did was wrong. Do you have any explanation?”

Tommy shook his head, looking down. His eyes teared up as he panicked. He deserved this. He did something wrong and now he was being lectured. Yeah, it was scary. But he was in trouble, he couldn’t do anything to fix this.

It was his fault.

“Look at me when I’m speaking to you, Tommy,” Wilbur instructed, speaking rather harshly. Tommy glanced up, locking his teary eyes with Wilbur’s disappointed ones.

“m’ sorry,” he sobbed out, bringing his thumb to his lip. When he was smaller, he listened better. He just wanted to be good for Wilbur. So it made a little sense that when Wilbur scolded him for not being good, his first response was to regress to a headspace where he was more likely too.

Wilbur sighed, coming forward to his chair, crouching down to his height. “Shh, shh, you’re okay,” he cooed, pulling him into a tight and cuddly hug. When he pulled away, he used his hands to brush away Tommy’s tears. “You broke a lot of rules today, but I think you understand that. I’m gonna ask you to apologize to Dream, when you’re big again. Tubbo and Karl too. And Eret.”

“Das…” Tommy trailed off, looking down to his hand and finger counting. “4! 4 sowwy’s.” he nodded, as if assuring himself that he was right.

“Mhm,” Wilbur hummed in affirmation. “And next time you feel small while I’m busy, can you try and follow the 'stay by an adult’ rule? If it wasn’t for Eret and Bad, you guys could’ve really got hurt. Things like this are the reason why we don’t leave littles unsupervised,” Wilbur chuckled, tapping the button of Tommy’s nose and getting him to smile. He leaned closer to him, speaking more quietly as if his next words were a secret.

“Especially not with TNT.”

Tommy giggled, not crying anymore. “M’ sorry,” he mumbled again, apologizing despite the fact that he didn’t have to.

“You’re alright. New rule, no explosives in littlespace, okay?”

Tommy nodded, wondering if there was more to his punishment. “More twouble?” he asked, slipping his thumb into his mouth. Wilbur tsked, pulling it away from his mouth before replying to the baby’s question.

“Until further notice, your restricted to L'manburg while little, okay? You have to ask to go outside of those walls, and if you do, I’ll be with you. Don’t get upset if Tubbo gets to go play in places that you don’t, okay?”

Tommy whined, upset by this. Karl wasn’t allowed in L'manburg. We wanted to be able to see his little friend. It’d really suck if something dumb that he did was was ended their already short friendship. “B-but Karl-” he stuttered out.

Wilbur interrupted him, “Is allowed in L'manburg now.” he finished for him. Tommy tilted his head curiously, obviously a little confused. Wilbur took his hands in his, giving the little a serious look.

“You might be in trouble, but I would never stop you from seeing one of your friends as a punishment. Even if they’re American,” he joked, only earning a slight smile from Tommy. “I’m only making you stay in L'manburg because it’s easier to have people keep an eye on you here. If there’s anything you want me to bring in for you, I can. We’ll slowly extend how far you can go over the next few days, okay?”

Tommy nodded, humming. “Das it?” he brought his thumb back to his mouth, pouting when it was pulled away again.

“Yep,” Wilbur confirmed, standing up properly and lifting Tommy onto his hip. “We’ll worry about those 4 'sowwy’s’ later, yeah? How about we go out and play with Tubs and Karl?”

He walked over to another part of the room, locating Tommy’s pacifier. He lifted it to Tommy’s lips, the boy taking it into his mouth before burying his face in Wilbur’s shoulder. After a moment, he was sat on the ground. “Wilby,” he whined in response to the loss of affection. He looked up to a stuffed cow being held just above his head. He giggled, taking in and lowering it into his arms, hugging it close.

“Can you get up and walk for me, sweetheart?” Wilbur asked, reaching out his hand to help the toddler-minded boy up. Tommy pouted, shaking his head and making grabby hands for the carer. Wilbur sighed with a chuckle, lifting him back up. He brought him outside, where Tubbo and Karl were already waiting.

As soon as Wilbur set him near them, he was attacked with hugs by the other two littles. “Look, Toms! I made you a crown too!” Tubbo giggled around his paci, hovering the white petaled flower craft above Tommy’s head. Tommy gave a slight nod, allowing him to plop it onto his head.

Tommy giggled, noticing that Karl had a blue one. “We’re all flower princes!” Karl exclaimed, seemingly a bit younger now as well. With the crazy day that they had, it wasn’t shocking that they regressed a bit younger.

No more TNT, or rule breaking. Just flower crowns and friends, in cuddle piles with stuffies and snacks. It was much more calm, with no more Tommy induced chaos. Though, if you said anything to him about his rule breaking and chaos creating habits while big, he’d defend his bratty behavior with just a few words…

“It’s not my fault it’s boring around here.”

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A/N: so uh…this is the first agere thing I’ve written for this fandom, making this one the fourth fandom I’ve written littlespace stuff for? I really hope I did well portraying the characters and the dynamics between them. I honestly didn’t mean for it to be as tommy-centric as it was but I kinda feel like it made the most sense given the plot and how things play out. I also made a point to show how one of his main traits while big, starting conflict and chaos with others when he’s bored, translated into his littlespace. Did I do a good job at that? Just reply with/reblog with/send an ask with your thoughts on anything and maybe request something? I can’t guarantee that I’ll get to it/that I will feel comfortable writing it but I can try!

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{Chapter 9- So, How’d It Go?}//Soft, Cute, and Far Smarter Than You (Sanders Sides Agere/CGLRE)

A/N: So this chapter starts off with a cute teen!logan scenario, then skips to Logan talking with Virgil after his date with Patton. I honestly wanna focus on the agere aspect of this story, so I'll probably continue to make the romance plot a background thing unless people request that I bring it to the forefront more. I'll have sweet romance moments here and there and their relationship progresses but it'll be a here-and-there thing, y'know?

Anyways, enjoy the chapter. It's kinda short, 2000-ish words. <3

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"Good morningggg," Patton opened Logan's door, speaking in a sing-songy voice to wake him up. It took Logan a moment to register where he was and what happened the day prior.

Once he realized, his face went red. He had wet himself yesterday. And he wore a diaper.

Though, the diaper part wasn't terrible. But he'd address that thought later.

"Morning," he muttered, after realizing that he hadn't replied to Patton out loud. He sat up, running at his eyes. He was still in the onesie, and the space themed pull up.

"Are you okay, Lo?" Patton asked, coming in the room all the way and shutting the door behind him. Logan nodded softly. Yeah, he was technically fine, but he was very embarrassed.

"I'm fine," he replied verbally.

"If you're embarrassed about yesterday, you don't have to be. No one's gonna make fun of you," Patton sat down on the bed, giving him a soft look.

"I knoww, it's just-" he cut himself off, realizing he had no real reason to be embarrassed. His caregiver had only wanted to help, and Roman was probably the one who gave him the pull up. No one was upset with him, no one had laughed at him. "I'm sorry." he mumbled.

"Don't be sorry, kiddo- uh, Logan. Shutting off the pet name thing is hard." Patton's slip up caused them both to chuckle.  After a moment, Patton spoke again. "I figured you'd be a little shy about it." he shrugged.

Logan nodded. "You said you have trouble with accidents often when you're that little?" Patton questioned, speaking in a tone of curiosity.

"It gets harder and harder the littler I get, I guess. But I've only had actual accidents when I'm 3 or 4." he explained.

"Do you think these accidents can be avoided if I just remind you to go to the bathroom more when you're smaller?" Patton asked another question, Logan shrugging a bit in response.

"Maybe, yeah. When I'm that small, I genuinely don't recognize that I have to go until it's to late. When I'm a little older, like five or six, I just get caught up in playing and hold it off."

"So reminding you would work for when you're five or six, but any younger and it's questionable?"

Logan confirmed his suspicions with a nod, allowing him to continue. "You don't have too, we could figure something else out if you wan't....but would you be okay with wearing diapers or pull ups when you're really little? Just so you don't have to worry about it."

Logan didn't reply, thinking. Patton spoke again. "If you don't like that, we can make a new rule? That you have to wear protection after an accident. So you only wear them when needed."

"I like that, I think. For when I'm a little older though, like when my accidents are caused by me pushing it off because I wanna play." Logan trailed off, biting his lip. "When I'm three or four, I'd be okay with me wearing them all the time." he shrugged, his cheeks a little pink.

"Do you like diapers?" Patton asked suddenly, seemingly curious.

"The pull up made me feel smaller, and safer, I guess. It was one less thing I had to worry about. Plus..they're kinda cute," he was still blushing. "I can always try it and change my mind, too."

Patton nodded softly, "Of course, baby. Now, do you wanna stay big today or no?"

He could tell that Logan was big right now, but he could probably regress if he wanted to. It almost seemed like he was in an in-between state of mind anyway. Logan shook his head quickly. He had had trouble staying big for that conversation, if he was being honest.

"How small are you feeling?"

"Not very. But I don't feel completely big either." Logan admitted. "C-can I get ready by myself? I'll head down for breakfast in a bit."

Patton smiled a bit, leaning forward and kissing his forehead. "I'll see you in a bit."

Logan watched him leave, shutting the door behind him, before he pushed the covers off of him. He started by picking out an outfit. He couldn't find anything that he really liked, throwing on light blue jeans and a dark blue shirt. He pulled a beanie over his head, discarding the pull up in his trash can.

He looked around the room, trying to remember if he forgot anything. He had put on deodorant, and the rest of his mourning routine was in the bathroom. He grabbed his phone, heading into the bathroom to finish getting ready.

After brushing his teeth and such, he left his room, moving to go down the stairs, passing Patton's bedroom. The door had been left cracked open, and an item laying over the bedframe caught his eye. Logan wasn't someone who snooped through others stuff, ever, but the sweater on the bed seemed nice.

It was light blue, Patton's signature color, and it looked soft. He bit on his lip, debating his next actions. He felt a little stupid for wanting to wear his dad's shirt. He couldn't place why it felt dumb, so he ignored the feeling.

He stepped into Patton's room, looking around. He hadn't really been in here much. If Patton and Logan took naps or slept in the same bed, it was Logan's. He didn't take the time to look around, snatching up the sweater, and hugging it close to his face. It was soft.

And it smelt like Dad! He didn't even wonder for a split second if he should ask to wear it, simply pulling it on and leaving the room. He shut the door behind him and came down the stairs, entering the kitchen.

"Morning, Logan." Virgil greeted him first, everyone already seated at the table. He patted the seat next to him, motioning Logan over.

"Hi," Logan said, pulling out the chair next to his brother and across from his caregiver. Patton went to greet him, pausing when his eyes glanced over his outfit. Logan's cheeks went pink, and suddenly that stupid feeling of embarrassment came back.

"Is that my sweater?" Patton questioned, seemingly amused.

"It's mine now," Logan joked, trying to pretend he wasn't blushing. Patton chuckled.

"You can't just steal my clothes."

"Yes I can," Logan defied, giving him a cheeky smile. "It's soft and it looks cute on me." he shrugged. Patton gave him a reassuring smile.

"Yeah, it does. Just ask next time?"

Logan agreed, before digging into his breakfast. Roman and Virgil jumped into conversation, and they all talked about whatever came up. They all avoided mentioning yesterday, in a means to not embarrass the boy.

"How old are you today?" Roman was the first to ask. Logan thought, trying to come up with an answer.

"Fifteen?" he decided.  

"Sounds like you're old enough to help me with the chores," Virgil stated, earning a groan from the boy.

"No thanks, Vee. I'd much rather stick to video games and watching videos of other people playing video games," Logan shook his head. He saw Patton looking at him.

"Could you please help your brother, honey?"

Logan didn't bother denying him, rolling his eyes but nodding. "Whatever, dad. I'll do the dishes and fold the laundry."

"Thank you, kiddo." Virgil smiled. "That helps a lot." he assured, causing Logan to smile a bit.

Logan spent the rest of the day regressed, helping his brother with the chores, and playing video games with him. Logan helped Patton with lunch and dinner, and everyone had an overall good day. It was later at night that Logan decided to come out of headspace, completing a few tasks he had just before bed.

The following day, he had his date with Patton. He didn't know whether to be excited or nervous. He felt a mixture of both.

Hopefully, things would go well. Only time would tell.

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"So, how'd it go?"

"Oh dear god," Logan jumped at Virgil's voice when he entered his room, his brother figure sitting on his bed, waiting for him. "You've been all the more interested in romance since Nico showed up. Why do you care how a movie with Patton went? We always watch movies."

"It's different when it's a dateeee," Virgil teased, watching Logan shut the door behind him and come to sit next to him on the bed. "Come on, tell me how things went," Virgil pouted, looking at him.

"It went well, thank you very much. We went to a cafe after and we talked about stuff," Logan shrugged, fiddling with his hands. He smiled as he thought back on everything. "He kept complimenting me, which was nice. Patton's different, when he's a dad and stuff."

"Roman's the same way. They still care and everything, but it's a different vibe," Virgil agreed. "What'd you talk about?"

"He asked me about work, and we talked about his too. Did you know that he's in charge of sorting memories? Every single interaction Thomas has, he has to go through it?"

"Mhm. I'm the one that interprets fear and anxiety surrounding different things according to those memories. Patton and I are the ones mostly in charge of the whole memory thing," Virgil nodded a bit. "What else?"

"Um....we told stories. Remembered stuff Thomas did, talked about things that happened before the whole "little" thing." he explained, adding onto his statement, "We even talked about before the "living like humans" thing. Which was weird."

"Yeah, it's crazy thinking about how we used to live, separately and just summoning things at will. I like this more," Virgil nodded again, "Anyways, did you hold hands? Kiss? Make out?"

"Yes, we held hands over the movie. And I think we almost kissed, I'm not sure...." Logan shoved him playfully and spoke in a tone of fake annoyance. "Like...when we were leaving the cafe, we had this moment where we locked eyes and we were standing real close, then there was a loud noise because some worker dropped something in the back."

"Aweee, that's so cute! I wanna know everything," Virgil requested. "Walk me through the whole date, please."

Logan rolled his eyes, "Can we do this another day? I'm tired."

"We'll have a sleepover then. Get on with it." he ordered. Logan chuckled a bit, climbing farther onto his bed and letting Virgil follow, settling down and starting from that morning.

Yeah, Virgil was annoying and insufferable sometimes, but Logan was glad that he cared. Even if their brotherly relationship wasn't the same when they were big, they still were close outside of their headspaces. And it seemed, that while they were both big, Virgil was interested in gossip and romance.

That's what happens when you spend all your time around Roman.

Logan went through his whole day with Patton, going over the fact that Logan bought popcorn for them to share at the movies, how Patton reached over and intertwined their fingers during the first scenes of the movie, how they both ordered the same type of muffin at the cafe.

Everything. Every little thing that Patton did that made him smile or blush. Every topic they talked about over Logan's coffee and Patton's hot chocolate. Everything he noticed they had in common, everything about Patton that made him happy.

Before today, Logan had only known Patton to a certain extent outside of his headspace, generally recognizing him as either his caregiver, or just another part of Thomas. He was glad he was opening up, and that he could be close to Patton, and the other sides, outside of his headspace too.

He could have a family without being little.

Plus, Patton was really sweet. And really cute.

Logan had never dated any of the other sides, though he knew a romantic relationship between two of them was possible. Roman and Virgil were dating outside of the emo's littlespace, even if no one ever talked about it. Until recently, Logan had always told himself that he didn't need a romantic relationship.

But maybe, it'd be nice if he did. Especially with Patton.

The least he could do was try.

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A/N: So I wanted to finish this before Christmas because I’ve been planning a the Christmas chapter for this fic for a while- I should have it ready by Christmas morning as a gift to everyone, but no promises. 

#ts agere #ts age regression #little logan #little!logan #teenage regressor logan #teen!logan #logan agere #middlespacelogan #middlelogan #cg!patton #cg patton #ts sides #sanders sides #sanders sides littlespace #sanders sides agere

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where is chapter 9 of the The Agere Channel Lamp AU

did I...did I forget to post it here? Give me a sec hold up hjsiaksja

I found it! Here you go!

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I’m working on an original age regression-based story and LET ME TELL YOU:

it is a lot harder then an agere fan fic, at least to me.  Like, you have to create the universe, and come up with new characters every two seconds, and you actually have to have a plot. 

It’s six am and I’m just heading to bed. Wish me luck, I’m proud of this story so far. I may start posting excerpts here if people want sneak peeks/answer questions if people are curious about it

#the adventures of caretot academy #that's the series name! #the main characters attend this little/caregiver academy called 'Caretot' #and they go on adventures #it's pretty cool #:) #agere #age regression #agedre #age dreaming #sfw littlespace #cglre #littlespace

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Lantern 🤨

okay I’ll talk about you! I met you through discord, but I’m pretty sure you interacted with my stuff before that! Before talking to you, I remember being happy when I saw you in my notes and activity page! And then we actually talked and I thought you were really nice bc you read my fics and started helping me with ideas!

What were your first impressions of me?

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Lantern

okay so like I said in the tags of that post, I don’t want to talk about my irl best friend here so I’m gonna talk about someone I met through discord. I met Logyn through my discord server a while ago and they’re really cool!

I think my first impression was just that they were a cool person, bc they read my fics and theorized with me in debates sometimes! I’m not sure what they thought of me at first, though. @confusedhost ??

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Turqoise and coral!

I’m coool and swell! tysm, a lot of people think that apparently. 

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I just noticed the chicks and the earths and the black squares? and the trophy? I need an explanation hjsiaksjasha 

Chicks because they are baby chickens and I thought you would like baby chickens cause its a baby animal

The black boxes are supposed to be black cats, but also, the order and how many things are there are weird on your screeb

A trophy because of how hard you work and just thought you deserved one

The earths because you live on earth, duh 😂😂

hmmm, good explanations. ty for the interaction haha

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what are 3 things u associate with me

#okay I lied just one more

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Send me a 🍒 if I come off as masculine!

Send me a 🍓 if I come off as feminine!

Send me a 🍉 if I come off as adrogynous!

Send me a 🍎 if I come off as all or other!

#i wanna know my vibes #pleaseee #also this is the last ask meme for now i'm just reblogging a lot so I get a mix of questions! #if I'm other please tell me what!

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autumnal asks

lantern - how did you meet your best friend? What were your first impressions of each other?

frost - if you could give some advice to your younger self, what would you say?

maple - is there a hobby / skill that you’ve always wanted to try but never did?

harvest - what fictional character do you most identify with? Why?

fireside - if you had your dream wardrobe, what would it look like?

cider - a food that you disliked as a child but now enjoy?

amber - share an unpopular opinion that you may have.

fog - how well do you think you’d do in a zombie apocalypse scenario?

jack-o-lantern - if you could look like any celebrity, who would you choose?

spice - have you ever encountered a house that you believed to be haunted?

orchard - share one thing that you’d like to happen this autumn.

crow - which school subject do you wish you had an aptitude for?

bonfire - describe your dream house.

cinnamon - if you had to live in a time period different than the present, which would you choose and where?

cobweb - (if you’ve graduated) do you miss high school?

cranberry - what’s one physical feature that you get complimented on?

maize - share the weirdest encounter you’ve had with a stranger on the street.

quilt - how do you take your tea (or coffee)?

pumpkin - do you think that humans are inherently good or bad?

moonlit - are you a neat or messy person? Is your room / house orderly?

flannel - have you ever gone on a bad date? 

cocoa - if you could have any type of hair, what colour and cut would you have?

ghost - is there someone that you miss having in your life?

#if you send latern #i will talk about a random discord friend instead #i'm still in highschool so don't send cobweb #I won't reply to pumpkin bc I don't wanna have a crisis please #besides that ask away #send the question to please!!

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tell me what vine i remind you of

#??? #keep it appropriate #I don't mind cursing tho

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I have uestions about some of these though? The cats? Why? and why the pumpkins, and blue shapes? and all the graduate caps? And the graphs? A lot of these dont make sense hjsajsashajsha

1. Its Questions lmao

Pumpkins cause I thought you liked halloween

Cats because you own a kitten

Blue shapes because you like logan

Graduation, Graphs and stuff because you are super smart and have told me you have good grades which implies the graphs and graduation because I believe you definitely are gonna graduate, Graphs just look very smartsy so thata why I put it there

I do like halloween! and now the stuff makes sense ty! what about the other ones I questioned in the reblog of that ask though?

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I just noticed the chicks and the earths and the black squares? and the trophy? I need an explanation hjsiaksjasha 

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all the pride flags omg. 

I have uestions about some of these though? The cats? Why? and why the pumpkins, and blue shapes? and all the graduate caps? And the graphs? A lot of these dont make sense hjsajsashajsha

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Weird skill of mine. I think its because I've gotten so invested into the music, from a musician standpoint? So I've kinda picked out who will generally like what from people in a crowd

that’s cool actually....can you guess what music I like? I said I listen to a bit of everything but list some artists?? If you want ofc