#caregiver Eddie Dear

[theglitchything]

Eddie’s always there to care for his lovebug! :)

#welcome home agere #welcome home #howdy pillar #Eddie dear #caregiver Eddie dear #little howdy pillar #agere #sfw agere #age regression #doodlebug

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

I have a request please!

Could you write about Eddie dear and Frank frankly taking care of a regressed reader?

(Headcannon or fanfic I don’t mind!)

Sorry I didn’t notice I got an ask !! Im still getting used to Tumblrs interface, especially since it’s so different on my phone than my laptop (╯‿╰,)

Absolutely ! I’ll do headcanons since everything is so new, but I hope you enjoy it anon ! Hope you don’t mind that I like writing reader as a fellow puppet of the Neighborhood.

Synopsis : Frank and Eddie take care of you during dinner time and tuck you in for bed

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✿ Just like Julie, you would consider yourself pretty good friends with Frank. You trusted him more than anyone else in the Neighborhood. So when he finally made it official with Eddie, you were over the moon for him! Now you had two besties to hang out with

✿ Most everyone knew you age regressed occasionally, heck, some of your fellow neighbors did as well ! Sally, for example, regressed like you do and made for wonderful playdates

✿ When Frank had suggested that both him and Eddie act as your caregivers, you hesitated. On one hand, it would be awesome having not one but TWO caregivers. On the other hand, you felt rather shy opening up to Eddie in such a vulnerable state.

✿ In the end though, you agreed. Frank had said that he spoke with Eddie before approaching you about it, and that the mailman was more than excited to partake. “I think it would be fun!” He had said

✿ Franks home is a nice little two bedroom house with a little office he kept for all his insect stuff. Especially his display of butterfly shadow boxes. The spare bedroom was originally a guest bedroom but doubled as the space where you and Frank would hang when regressed

✿ As the afternoon turned into evening and Eddie’s shift ended, little you and Frank waited patiently (albeit excitedly) for the mailman to come home. Dinner was around the corner and Frank had already set the table, your own colorful plastic plate and cutlery set out as well.

✿ “I’m home!” Eddie announced loudly as he entered the house. He set his satchel and hat off to the side. “Sorry if I’m a little late, I got lost delivering some of the last packages.”

✿ “Welcome Home.” Frank greeted him as well and went to give his hello kisses. You giggled at their interaction from your place at the table. “Dinners ready whenever you are.”

✿ You couldn’t help the giggles that seemed to spill out of you as you watch the two dot over eachother. It was enough to catch Eddie’s attention. “Now what this over here? Looks like someone has a case of the giggles.”

✿ “Papa gave Daddy kisses.” You said gleefully behind your hands. Eddie left Frank’s side to come over to you as he enveloped you in a hug.

✿ “And Papa gives kisses to littles too!” He said giving you quick smooches to both your cheeks. His hands found their way to your sides and before you could register what he was doing, he began to tickle you. This sent you into a raging fit of laughter, absolutely shrieking before Eddie took mercy and took his place at the table.

✿ Dinner went by normally. Frank put your food on your plastic plate, with dividers, and poured your favorite juice in a sippy cup. Eddie talked about his day and how it went and in turn ask you and Frank how yours was.

✿ “We played with Sally at her house and for lunch we had sandwiches that Miss Poppy made. It was really yummy. Then we had nap time and daddy read me the hungry caterpillar, it’s my favorite bug book.” You rambled off when it your turn to talk about your day. It was like that as everyone finished their food as Frank and Eddie started taking plates and washing them.

✿ Frank had been to worried in the past that you might accidentally cut yourself with something sharp while helping with the dishes, so he asked instead if you didn’t mind getting into your pajamas for the night. “I’m sure papa would love to see your new jammies we got from Howdys.”

✿ The idea of being able to show off your new pjs was more than enough motivation to leave to two in the kitchen as they cleaned. When you came back, they were finished and had put most of everything away.

✿ “Papa!” You had practically shouted as you came into the living room. “Look at my pjs! The stars glow in the dark!” They were indeed cute pajamas. They had a solid blue background with white stars scattered about in various sizes.

✿ “Come here,” Eddie patted the space between him and Frank on the couch. You gladly wiggled in between them to cuddle. “Why, these look spectacular! You’ll have to show me them glowing when it’s bedtime.”

✿ As you snuggled between your caretakers you felt sleep slowly but surely creep its way up as you began to yawn. Surely closing your eyes just to rest them won’t make you go to sleep. Besides, papa is telling a real interesting story (that you aren’t following) to daddy so of course you’ll stay awake.

✿ In all honesty, you only lasted for roughly half an hour, and that’s being generous. The sun had set long ago and the hour was late. “Oh dear,” Eddie said, suddenly dropping his voice to a whisper. “I believe they’ve fallen asleep.”

✿ “So they have.” Frank whispered. “Here, why don’t we take ‘em to bed.” He gently pried himself away from you, moving ever so slowly in order not to wake you. Eddie scooped you up in his strong arms, trying his best not to stir you, and carried you to the guest room.

✿ While Eddie tucked you into bed, Frank grabbed one of your stuffed animals and expertly slid it between your arms. You moved a little but it was to grasp the toy and hold it dearly. Frank plugged in a nightlight on the opposite side of the room before tiptoeing out, Eddie leaving right behind.

✿ Even though Frank had left you a nightlight, he flipped the hallway light on and left the door open a creek. He knew that you hated wondering around in the dark in case you needed something in the middle of the night.

✿ “Goodnight sleepy bug.” Eddie whispered to your sleeping form before finally taking his leave and following Frank upstairs and to their bedroom.

#wally darling #welcome home arg #frank frankly #julie joyful #sally starlet #barnaby b beagle #eddie dear #howdy pillar #poppy partridge #welcome home #welcome home agere #caregiver Frank Frankly #caregiver Eddie Dear #age regressor reader #age regressor #sfw little community #sfw caregiver #i hope you like this #I wasn’t too sure what to write tbh #but I had fun writing it regardless

[bunnelbaby]

✨💌 Gay Caregiver Eddie Dear icons (please reblog if you save)! 💌✨

(Art credit: x)

#welcome home #eddie dear #agere #sfw agere #welcome home agere #age regression #fandom agere #caregiver #caregiver icons #gay caregiver

[dearmailman]

Flip, regression, father caregiver, and babysitter Eddie icons 💌

flags by: @bunnelbaby @heartbeathare!

#icons #agere #sfw caregiver #sfw agere #age regression #welcome home #fandom agere #welcome home agere #agere headcanons #agere positivity #sfw agereg #eddie dear

[darling-cg]

Oh Eddie and Frank, those little lovebugs! I need to queue instead of spam posting but I am simply too excited of these to wait! Match with your beau if you would like ~

sfw interaction please!

#sfw agere #age dreaming #age regression #my posts #sfw age dreamer #sfw caregiver #agedre #fandom agere #eddie dear #frank frankly #welcome home agere #insects tw #insects #spiders tw #spiders

[peachdearest]

eddie dear agere board!! m really like how it turned out :3 hav been thinking about how nice eddie would be as a caregiver!!!

#peachdearest #agere board #fandom agere #welcome home agere #age regression #agere #eddie dear #sfw agere #mine

[aroacebkgo]

Welcome Home Agere Headcanons!

A/N: Nobody asked for this, but I really wanted to do it sooo…here it is!

Characters: Wally Darling, Eddie Dear, and Julie Joyful. I’ll make a second part with more characters soon. :)

WALLY DARLING:

🎨 Caregiver! Although, I am biased, as I am in love with this man and want him to be my caregiver. I think he does good with regressors of any type, but mainly baby regressors!

🎨 He’s very cautious and caring. He’s sweet and always makes sure to keep an eye on you. He’s also extremely possessive. You are his baby and he’ll do anything to keep you safe.

🎨 He loves painting with you. He’ll use his professional paints and brushes while you use your little Crayola watercolor set or something. And he’ll always tell you how good you did and how much he loves what you painted when you’ve finished.

🎨 He loves setting up playdates for you with other littles like Julie and Sally! It’s a good way for him to talk to and meet up with his friends too.

EDDIE DEAR:

✉️ Caregiver! Again, I am probably biased, as Eddie Dear is also one of my favorite characters, and I would like for him to be my caregiver too. . . I think he does good with any regressors, but especially with kid regressors!

✉️ He is a very cautious and nervous caregiver. At first, he has no clue what he’s doing, and he’s rather anxious; he doesn’t wanna somehow upset you or not do a good job! Eventually, though, after he takes care of you more and more, it becomes very easy for him. Being your caregiver becomes like a second instinct for him.

✉️ Some times he’ll take you on his mail runs because you’re clingy, and to be honest, he is as well, maybe even more so. He knows how much you like interacting with the other neighbors, so he takes you out with him so you can say hi to your friends.

✉️ If you want to, he’d let you do his makeup and/or dress him up. He’s just that type of dad. He’s chill with pretty much anything as long as it makes you happy and you’re having fun. :)

JULIE JOYFUL:

💐 Little! Biggest baby ever!! She’s a very, very hyper toddler regressor. I am also biased on this one as she is literally me.

💐 Like I said, she is very, very hyper!! She likes going to the park, playing games, etc. She loves talking to and hanging out with her friends, too! She is super clingy and will cling onto her caregiver no matter what. She always has to be at least holding their hand or else she’ll throw a temper tantrum.

💐 Loves playing dress up! Will convince other littles AND caregivers to join her. She’ll dress up literally everyone she can. And Frank is her best friend, so he usually gets the worst of it. Poor Frank. 😔

💐 She’s really kind and giving, but sometimes a little. . .too giving. She’s the type of person who will ask you if you wanna share something she got, and if you say no, she’ll be get pouty until you try it.

#age regression #agere #welcome home #Wally darling #julie joyful #Eddie dear

[theglitchything]

Heyo!- if Frank and/or howdy were to be hanging out with Eddie and they were clearly gonna go small any minute, how fast would Eddie react?

Eddie would react very fast!! Knowin’ his little lovebugs, he’s able to look out for anything that shows them regressin’! I also believe Eddie is a major empath- so when Frank and/or Howdy starts regressin’, Eddie’s able to feel/recognize those feelings :)

Also- if Frank and/or Howdy is havin’ a bad day, Eddie is usual in caregiver mode! Even if they aren’t regressing in the first place. Eddie knows that regressing helps relax both of ‘em! So he’ll start callin’ them little nicknames, words of encouragement/praise, etc. to kinda ease them into little space.

Ofc, this is all within boundaries!! Eddie immediately stops if any of his partners say so! He also understands Howdy ain’t one to regress while workin- so no lil nicknames on the job! And if Frank is studying and/or writin notes, he usually wants to finish that before any regressing (Can’t really read/understand such big words when you’re lil!!), so Eddie kindly waits!

#welcome home agere #sfw agere #age regression #agere community #caregiver Eddie dear #little frank frankly #little howdy pillar #headcanons #I’m answerin asks out of order btw- #setting boundaries are very important!! #can be seen as platonic or romantic! #I didn’t have any relationship type in mind :) #feel free to also use my headcanons for your own headcanons and/or fanfics!!!

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

If Eddie were to regress out of overwork but managed to hide it, who would catch him regressing and immediately help him? (I see Eddie as the type to go completely silent when tiny- so maybe howdy or frank since he normally talks to them?)

Hmm, I’m immediately inclined to think maybe Frank or Poppy ! Or perhaps, if he trusted someone enough in the neighborhood with that side of him, he’d seek shelter and comfort with his favorite neighbor / caregiver !

Although, I AM particularly biased towards CG! Howdy with Little ! Eddie. I think their dynamic would be very sweet and wholesome (✿◠‿◠)

Ahh, as someone who tends to overwork themselves, sometimes the best feeling is going home and being little (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

I can totally see Eddie being non-verbal when little, especially if he were to have a younger age regression, ya feel ? Howdy would be the best to be little around. Being the shopkeeper of his bodega he most likely has lots of different things on hand, whether to buy or hidden away from prying eyes. I feel like Howdy would also be best equipped with the general Know-how of how to be a caregiver , if that makes any sense (╯ω╰,)

#oooo thank you for the ask #sorry ive been inactive #so much going on!! #super busy with work #wally darling #welcome home arg #frank frankly #howdy pillar #welcome home #eddie dear #poppy partridge #caregiver howdy pillar #little space #welcome home ager #welcome home agere #welcome home age regression #little eddie dear

[cottoncandyfreckles]

💌 CAREGIVER EDDIE DEAR HCS💌

💌 THIS MANS THE SWEETEST PAPA EVER

💌 SO MANY LITTLE NICKNAMES like seriously he calls all sorts of overly cutesly names

💌 like i said before if eddies your caregiver very high chance that franks also your caregiver

💌 out of the two of them eddies definitely less strict he’s kinda of push over tbh but can ya blame him you’re just too cute he can’t say no

💌 despite being kinda of a push over he very protective of you like you have to hold his hand whenever you two are out

💌 he’ll definitely take you to his shifts around the neighborhood he might even let you wear his hat if your really really good

💌he’ll teach you how to do all sorts of arts and crafts like paper chains, origami those lil paper bag puppets you name it and he’ll teach ya

💌 he takes playing pretend very VERY seriously he gets really invested

💌 he also forgets the rules of games very easily so pls be patient

💌 he’s the best caregiver for when your sad and or scared he’ll just warp you up in his arms and hold you close as you cry and whispers things like “its alrigh’ lil one you don’t need to worry papas here”

💌in short eddies just the absolute sweetest

#WAAA I LOVE HIM SM #welcome home agere #fandom agere #agere hcs #sfw agre #sfw caregiver #age regression #caregiver headcanons

[rare-agere-reverie]

Can you do Eddie and Frank from welcome home taking care of a regressor reader after a bad day?

Thank you! 👋😃

Enjoy this fic of ur queer caregivers anon 😃

Settled Down in Blankets and Affection

CG!Eddie Dear, CG!Frank Frankly, + Little!Reader

To think a trek through the forest would’ve been a pleasant evening; too bad your bruised knee and aching bones proved the idea wrong. If you even paid attention to your surroundings, you could’ve avoided tripping on a particularly arched root. The dust still stuck to your body no matter how hard you wipe yourself off.

Defeated, you escape the trees into the welcoming town of Home. The sight of a ruby house and its blooming backyard greets you kindly. Although reassuring, you remember Julie’s busy helping Poppy bake a new recipe for banana muffins. A little less joyful, you step onto the smooth path connecting every building.

While you know you can go left and patch up in the comfort of your house, your pained limbs convince your tired heart to take the right. Frank didn’t make plans last time you checked, and their house is only a few steps away. Plus, with the way you’re handling things, a break would surely help you regress. 

Knock knock. You didn’t account for your knuckles to hurt after a simple action, and it doesn’t help the pain from your fall earlier. In a short burst of time - you swore it was longer - Frank opens the door, any words in their mind disappearing as they notice your rough looks.

“Y/N,” they lead you into the living room while anxiously inspecting your disheveled appearance, “what happened?”

“I tripped,” confesses the exhausted little. The answer seems sufficient to Frank, though they hesitate to dismiss their worry. A slight sigh leaves the gray puppet, followed by an imitation sigh you playfully created.

“I’ll have you patched up, Bumblebee,” Frank mumbles, gently guiding you to the kitchen and sitting you on a chair. The frowny caregiver digs through a couple cabinets before revealing a metallic first aid kit. After some rummaging, they take a square bandaid and return to your side.

“Sorry it’s not as colorful as you’d like,” comments Frank as they peel the paper back off the bandaid. With careful precision, the bandage is applied correctly over your scrape. For the final touch, they place a loving kiss on your knee, earning a giggle out of you.

“Hey, Frank, ya mind if i take my lunch break here? We can invite Y/N too if-“

Eddie, entering through the door just now, pauses mid-sentence to spot you already inside. He could’ve sworn you were off in the forest, but maybe you went to Frank’s house for something. In fact, his spouse starts explaining why you’re here; too bad he ignores it when he sees your bandaid and rushes next to you.

“My goodness! Y/N, are ya okay?!” overly-worries Eddie, holding your face and checking you twice over.

“They’re fine now, Dear, the scrape’s patched up,” Frank reasoned with a pat on the mailman’s shoulder.

The panicked man nearly disputes this, yet both caregivers stop their discussion when you whine a little out of nowhere. Eddie instinctively pulls you into a hug, one of caring yet underlying anxiety. You barely melt into his embrace; you’d regress younger if your feet could even touch the ground.

“What’s wrong, Bumblebee?” the loving mailman voices in worry.

“Wan’ bed,” you explain, albeit withdrawn compared to your usual self.

“I’ll get their gear if you’d like, Eddie.”

“Thanks, Frank,” he kisses his spouse’s cheek as his arms scoop you up, “I’ll take care of our little one.”

Splitting up, Eddie carries you upstairs into the guest bedroom - it’s definitely your room whenever you’re little. After he sets you down onto the king-sized bed, he hovers over to a dresser and picks out some yellow pajamas. The top has three black stripes, while the pants are adorned with many small bees flying around.

“Bumblebees,” you point out.

“That’s right, they’re little bumblebees,” praises Eddie while he changes your shirt, “just like you.”

Now in a fuzzy and buzzy set of pajamas, you burrow beneath the emerald covers. The light blanket settles on top of you as you sit criss cross applesauce. Eddie coos at the adorable sight, tussles your hair a little, and sits to your left. You lean against him, only for loving arms to lift you onto your caregiver’s lap. Words can’t describe what you feel; in fact, words aren’t even in your mind. A baby like yourself can’t speak full sentences right now.

The floor’s soft creaks draw your gaze to the opened door where Frank’s standing, bee backpack in tow.

“How’s our Little One doing?” They join you and Eddie on the bed.

“As cute as always,” he teases, hugging you close. “I don’t think they’ll speak, though.”

“Did you check how old they currently are?”

“Well,” Eddie loosens his arm’s grip around you as he rubs the back of his neck, “I forgot to ask…”

“. . .”

Frank silently takes you from the mailman’s lap while squinting at him.

“Dee,” you mumble, trying to say Eddie’s name. 

“Your Dee doesn’t remember well, does he, Bumblebee?” Frank jests, taking their turn to wrap their arms around you.

“That’s unfair, honey,” playfully bemoans Eddie. Regardless, Frank plants a kiss on his cheek.

“How old are you, Y/N? Use your fingers if you can’t speak.”

You raise two fingers in clear view of your caregivers.

“Two? Wow, you’re so big!” Eddie gushes. Meanwhile, Frank rummages through your regression backpack.

“Let’s see… Do you want your pacifier?” they prompt you. As they talk, they bring out a paci with a lavender shield, white button, and black handle. You shake your head, causing Frank to return the item inside the bag. “How about your teether?” A gel-filled butterfly teether is shown to you, yet you refuse again.

“If you don’t want either,” they dig deeper inside the bee backpack, “what about your bottle?” One of your hands reaches out for the baby bottle, which is tinted royal purple.

“Aww, they’re thirsty,” Eddie smiles softly, picking up the bottle. “I’ll fix ya a warm bottle of milk, baby,” he explains to you. “Keep them company!”

While he’s gone, Frank rocks you back and forth. The rhythm winds you down, and you snuggle into their chest.

Not long after, you’re back in Eddie’s lap again. He holds you loosely as Frank bottle feeds you. Both of their eyes display a vibrant amount of love for you, and of course they would - you’re their baby bumblebee.

#sfw age regression #fandom agere #welcome home agere #agere fic #age regression #sfw agere #agere #this fic isn’t beta read btw #anyway 1st reader fic woooooo!!!

[littlespace-imagines]

Introducing: Welcome Home!!!

🍎 Wally Darling

🌈 Barnaby B. Beagle

🎀Julie Joyful

📚 Frank Frankly

🖍️ Howdy Pillar

💌Eddie Dear

🍪 Poppy Partridge

✨ Sally Starlet

I do write for Character × reader and Character x

Character.

also write both little and Caregiver reader.

#welcome home #welcome home fanfic #wally darling #welcome home barnaby #julie joyful #frank frankly #welcome home eddie #poppy partridge #howdy pillar #sally starlight #welcome home sally #littlespace fanfiction #x little!reader #xlittle!reader #little!reader #agere fanfic #fandom agere #agere fandom #welcome home agere #welcome home Littlespace #welcome home x little!reader #xregressed!reader

[roseyposie-agere]

Caregiver! Eddie Dear - ✉️

💌: he is the best at finding crafts you'd enjoy and that include your interests! Are you a spooky kiddo? Well, here's how to make pompom spiders and paper jack-o-lanterns! A little ruler? You can make a card board sword or scepter! Whatever it may be Eddie can certainly find the perfect craft for you

💌:gets you a little hat and bag to match his own! You'll be the best assistant mail carrier in the neighborhood (and all the neighbors love saying hi to you!), coming with him to deliver packages and the like sometimes. If you don't have the energy to walk all the way he'll carry you no problem sweatpea!

💌:speaking of carrying, eddie is great at it! From piggy back rides, to riding on his shoulders, even rocking you to sleep dearest eddie has no problem holding his little one

💌:petnames! Petnames galore, this neighbor can't help but call you every cute thing he can think of. Gumdrop, sweetheart, buttercup, sugar, name it and eddie has probably called you it before

#fandom agere #welcome home agere #agere headcanons #agere hcs #sfw age regression

[dearmailman]

Well hello Eddie! I hope this finds You well. I been Meaning to request (And im finally Doing It hehe) If you could Write about Poppy helping the Reader to fall asleep. (Poppy is the Absolute most and ive haven't seen a Lot of age regression related Stuff about her sadly).

Either way thank you, Hope you have a Really good week! (or if your Having a bad Day than the rest that is Left is uneventful!) Thank you again!

Hello neighbor!

Poppy is my favorite caregiver and it is so darn sad that there's hardly any content for her! I hope you enjoy this short snippet of mama Poppy helping Reader rest.

Thunder rumbles outside in the darkness of the neighborhood, and you startle awake in your caregiver's nest. Poppy is nervously looking out of the window at the building rain, the book in her feathers all but disregarded due to her anxiety. You shift and grumble slightly, unfortunately fully awake despite the late hour.

Poppy startles with a quiet squawk when you make a noise, her wing touching her chest. "Oh my, Reader, you startled me! Goodness me, did the storm wake you, dear?"

You cling a hand onto Poppy's pyjamas, pouting up at her. "Mama, I don't wanna be awake, the rain is scary...."

Poppy coos at you and tuts her tongue, setting her book to the side. "Oh dear, come here, Reader," she calls. You smile softly and crawl up onto her chest. Poppy is much bigger than you, and thus is a perfectly large, warm pillow. You snuggle up into her feathers, and begin to gently preen some of her feathers, almost as a way of stimming as well as taking care of your best friend.

Poppy's wings wrap across your back, and she sighs, settling further into her warm, soft nest. Her beak nuzzles your hair softly. "There, there, dearest. Do you feel, ah, safer now?"

You pause to think about it, rubbing your cheek on her feathers. "'m safe, I know, mama... But I don't know if I can sleep."

Poppy hums, tilting her face at you with a worried look. "Do you need anything? I would bet a glass of milk and a muffin would settle you down well, no?"

You purse your lips, considering her offer. "Mm, okay Poppy, I can try." Your hands grip into her feathers softly. "But I don't wanna be put down..."

Poppy blinks at you, wracking her brain for a moment to find a way to safely both carry you and prepare your snack. "Er... Perhaps... You can ride on my back? But you must be so very careful, and hold on tightly!"

You giggle, sitting up slightly. You grab at her with your hands in the air, and she spares you a loving little smile. Poppy carefully lifts you onto her back, and you settle with your hands and legs wrapped around her securely. "Ready? Up we go," she says nervously, standing.

Poppy brings you to the kitchen, resting your head softly against the back of her neck as she carries you. Your caregiver bustles cautiously about the kitchen, pouring you a glass of milk that she sprinkles some ground cinnamon into, which already has you licking your lips. Poppy's muffins may not be exactly to your tastes, but it's the thought that counts and the seeds certainly don't taste bad.

Poppy sighs as she observes your snack. "Are you held on tight, dear?"

"Yes mama!"

"Alright, well, off we go!"

Poppy carries you back to her nest, the cosy blankets over the straw calling both of your names. Poppy settles down and lets you slides off of her, calling for you to be careful even though there's no danger. She hands you your snack, and you happily drink the spiced milk while taking bites of your muffin. The rain outside has settled slightly, the thunder replaced by a light drizzle as the night goes on.

"Mama?" you call as you wipe the last seeds of your snack from your chin. "Can you read to me?"

"Oh, yes of course," Poppy smiles, leaning over to the small pile of children's books stacked beside her nest. "How about.... The Princess and the Pea? Hm, perhaps that's too scary, such a startling height they stack that bed to..."

"Mama," you laugh," It's ok, the princess isn't real!" You find yourself yawning as you curl up against her. Poppy smiles at you softly, and picks up the book.

"You're right, of course, this princess is purely a story..." She lifts the book, tilting the pages towards you so you can see the illustrations of a pretty pink puppet on a very tall bed looking very sad. "Alright, let's see... 'There are many stories about princesses, and many people who think they know what it means to be a princess. This story is a reminder that things are not always what they seem. Once upon a time, there was a powerful Queen..."

You are already half asleep again as your caregiver reads, curled up nice and safe with a full tummy under her loving wing.

sfw interaction only

#poppy partridge #sfw caregiver #agere #sfw agere #fandom agere #age regression #welcome home agere #fandom agedre #age regression fanfic #agere fanfic #welcome home agereg #agereg #sfw agereg #sfw age regression

[bundrops-n-fluffytops]

Welcome Home Agere Fic - Baby’s Instinct

Characters: Little!Wally Darling, CG! Poppy Partridge, CG!Missy McBee (OC), CG! Eddie Dear, CG! Barnaby B. Beagle

Chapters: 1-4(?)

Setting: Poppy’s Barn (living room, kitchen), Missy’s Hive (restaurant, upstairs apartment), Eddie’s Post Office (front desk, upstairs apartment), Barnaby’s Dog House (living room, bathroom, guest bedroom)

Premise: Just the various little things that Wally calls his caregivers.

Author’s Note: Ok two things: One, this might be my biggest writing project yet. I’m planning on going with four chapters PLUS an oc, so I’m really getting dynamic with my interactions. Hopefully, this works out in my favor, lol

Wish me luck!!

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Chapter 1: POPPY

The smell of Poppy’s kitchen always filled Wally with joy, but oh so much hunger.

The titular painter had been babysat by his feathered fellow for the day, and she had decided to bake him a special treat, for he had been very polite and well-mannered to her. He cleaned his toys, went to sleep on nap time, and even said please and thank you. Behavior like this was to be rewarded properly.

Wally sat eagerly in front of the oven, watching as his reward grew from the heat. Poppy had promised to make him these apple cinnamon muffins if he was polite - one of his favorites- so he made sure he was on his best behavior possible. Thankfully, even if it took some proper puppy-eyes to convince her fully, his manners got him the reward he desperately wanted.

Wally practically bounced on his knees as he pressed against the glass of the oven, giggling excitedly as he did. Poppy had dressed him in the cutest red and yellow onesie, and even gave him a matching hat just to add to the cuteness. Seeing him this giddy in his getup was an adorable sight to behold for the feathered mother.

“Muffin, muffin, I wan’ muffin!”, Wally excitedly said while tapping on the glass frantically. Poppy chuckled, gently running a wing against the waving hand. “I know dear, but you must be patient, you know? It needs to take a little longer to be perfect, okay?”

Wally nodded, still staring intensely at the muffins. Poppy shook her head admirably, a low chuckle and hum as she sat beside her giggling baby.

Soon time went by, and a resounding ‘ding!’ rang through the kitchen. Wally practically sprang into his feet, jumping and waving his hands in excitement.

“They done they done!!”, he yelled giddily, “take ‘em out!” Poppy nodded, reaching for her oven mitts and sliding them on her wings carefully. She waved her baby away from the hot oven and opened the door, the hot air hitting her like a brick. She moved the hot wire rack towards her to grab the muffin tin… until she saw a tiny yellow hand reach forward.

“Wally, NO-“ she shouted, but it was too late. He had touched the tin.

“OWIE-“ he wailed, immediately retracting his hand from the tin and holding it close. Tears began to bead at the corners of his eyes, his hand burnt slightly and shaking. Poppy immediately pulled the tin from the oven, closing the oven shut and ripping off her mitts. She quickly moved towards the sniffling baby, and cradled the burnt hand in hers.

“Oh honey,” she cooed worriedly, “you know you shouldn’t touch hot metal!” She bent and twisted the hand gently to see if the damage was severe, afraid of how burnt her baby was. He sniffled, wiping his free hand underneath his runny nose and teary eyes.

“I sorry, m’ just wann’ed th’ muffins…” he whimpered, his voice wavering heavily and hiccuping loudly. Poppy frowned deeply, planting a quick chaste smooch on the top of his head before picking him up. She rested him cradled on her wing, his burnt hand still being held by the other.

She walked to the sink and ran the faucet of refreshing cold water, checking to make sure it was cold enough. She then led Wally’s injured hand towards the water, and let it run over his burn and cool it down. The pain subsided soon after, and Wally retracted his hand from the water then.

“Are you feeling better, baby?” Poppy asked Wally. He nodded, his earlier distress a thing in the past.

“You must be more careful around hot things like that, sweetie! You got really hurt! Promise me you won’t do that again, will you?” Wally guiltily averted his eyes, then nodded. Poppy pulled him into a tight embrace, him going limp in her presence.

Poppy then began to carry him towards the living room, where her blanketed nest sat. It was a huge room filled with just about anything, but mostly with a large tv, a pantry, a large coffee table with a complimentary coffee maker, and a large hay and pillow-covered couch. It was a space built for everyone, and it fit everyone perfectly.

She carefully laid Wally down comfortably on the nest, the pillows cushioning him from the itchy hay. She patted his head with her wing, then turned to go back to the kitchen. “I’m going to go back and get the muffins, alright dear?”

Wally’s initial excitement for the muffins returned, his smile returning and his hands now clapping once more. He watched as Poppy carefully removed each muffin from the tin and placed them onto a large plate, before grabbing two smaller plates and placing one of the muffins onto each plate.

She then went her way towards the once more excited baby, the plates in her wings. Once she got to the nest, she handed Wally one of the plates, and sat beside her with her own.

“Now, the muffin here is really hot, okay?” Poppy warned the excitable boy, “It just came from the oven and needs a bit to cool. Can you blow on it to cool it off, honey?” Wally quickly nodded before turning back to his plate. He pursed his lips into an O shape and blew harshly at the hot muffin, earning a giggle from Poppy.

Once he figured the muffin was cooled off fully, he carefully held the muffin and took a big blink from the side.

The muffin was light and fluffy, with the occasional crunch from the bits of apple stuck inside. It smelled amazing, the cinnamon sugar creating a sweet and aromatic scent, and the apples bringing the flavors together without overwhelming the muffin.

Wally was quite literally on cloud nine, munching away at the delicious confection. Poppy smiled, biting carefully herself at her own muffin, making sure no crumbs got stuck to the hay beneath her.

“Now, Wally,” she started, “what do we say when we’re given something?” Wally wiped his sleeve messily against his mouth, swallowing any chunks of muffin down to talk properly.

“F’ank you, mama.”

Poppy’s heart skipped a beat at the sudden nickname.

He…he called her mama.

Mama.

That’s her, that’s mama.

She cleared her throat, trying to fight the urge to scoop him up and kiss him all over his face.

“You’re welcome, baby,” she said, patting her baby on his head. He smiled, leaning into the touch and cuddling beside her, still munching on the muffin.

His mama was always there, they both knew it.

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#HRRRRRHGGHGHHHH MAMA POPPY #Also this is going to be a four chapter long fic soooooooo stay tuned!! #The next chapter is going to center around Wally and one of my WH ocs Missy!! #hopefully you guys will like her lol #welcome home arg #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home agere #sfw agere #agere fic #welcome home wally darling #wally darling #welcome home poppy #poppy partridge #welcome home oc #original character #welcome home eddie #eddie dear #welcome home barnaby #barnaby b beagle #gummunity fics

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