#blue is such a sweetie baby boy he’s so cuddly and is always down to cuddle and nap and get belly rubbins

[tsuchinokoroyale]

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[childishfluff]

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!

[themetaphorgirl]

This isn't in the list of prompts, but I was wondering what a good situation would involve "you're okay" with CM?

I just needed some to write something cuddly and nice. I hope you like it!!

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Alex flipped through her notes and frowned as a paper airplane sailed over her head. “Derek, give it back!” Penelope shrieked.

“Derek, you heard her, give it back,” she said absently as she compared the notes with her copy of Jane Eyre. It was pouring rain outside, destroying everything they had planned for Saturday, and everyone was bored out of their minds, leaving Penelope to break out every craft supply she owned. Hotch was at an RA meeting and David and James were off campus, so she and Emily had been left to keep an eye on the common room and make sure the younger kids didn’t blow anything up. Not that Emily was much help.

“Gimme the red sharpie,” Emily said. She took the paper airplane and drew along the wings. “It won’t fly right if it doesn’t look good.”

“Oh, wait, let me get my glitter!” 

“No, Penelope, no glitter. You remember what happened last time,” Alex said. She shifted around in the armchair to look at Emily. “You could help keep order, you know?”

Emily was lying on her stomach on the floor, busily coloring. “What do you mean?” she said. “Nothing’s broken yet.”

“Yet,” Alex mumbled under her breath, surveying the chaos. Paper and markers spread across the floor; JJ was reading a book but Derek, Penelope, and Spencer were surrounded by half-folded planes. 

“Here, kid, like this,” Derek said, reaching over to help Spencer.

“No!” Spencer said. “I can do it myself! I know how to do it!”

“I’m just trying to help, pretty boy, calm down.”

“I don’t need help!” Spencer said. The notebook paper caught in Derek’s hand and tore. JJ looked up over the pages of her book. “You ripped it!” 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Derek said. “Here, we can make another one.”

Spencer clutched the the rest of the rest of the paper plane in his tight grip. “You ripped it!” he said again, his voice rising. He was pale but his cheeks were getting a little flushed, and his eyes were rimmed in dark circles. “I could have done it by myself!”

Emily pushed herself up to sit crosslegged. “Hey, hey, slow down, champ,” she said. “Don’t get cranky, it’s just a stupid airplane. You can make another one.”

“He shouldn’t have touched it!” 

“Spencer, it’s okay, sweetie,” Penelope soothed. She held up another piece of paper. “See, we can-”

“No!” Spencer yelped.

Alex set her notes aside. She had an idea of what was really bothering the youngest of their group. “Hey, Spencer,” she said. He whipped around to face her, the paper crumpling in his fist. “Can you come help me with this? I could use another pair of eyes.”

“Fine,” he huffed, throwing the paper down on the floor. 

She shifted her books around to make room on the oversized armchair. “Come sit with me,” she said. She caught Emily’s eye, and thankfully, Emily understood.

“Hey, who else wants to go on a coffee run?” she said, getting up off the floor and brushing off her pants. “Let’s go. My treat. Come on, you too, blondie.” JJ set down her book with a sigh, but followed Emily and the other kids out of the room. 

“Get us something too,” Alex called.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, already on it.”

Spencer climbed onto the armchair next to Alex. “What are you working on?” he asked.

She tucked her arm around him and held the book so he could see it. “Jane Eyre,” she said. “I’m analyzing the scene where she meets Mr. Rochester for the first time.”

He rubbed his eyes. “Oh, yeah, that’s important,” he said. “It really shifts the action of the narrative.”

“It does,” she said. “Here, I’ll read some of it, and you tell me what you think, okay?”

“Okay,” he said, shifting around until he was almost sitting on her lap.

She held the book open so he could see it. “The ground was hard, the air was still, my road was lonely,” she read aloud. “I walked fast till I got warm, and then I walked slowly to enjoy and analyse the species of pleasure brooding for me in the hour and situation.”

The older kids had discussed Spencer’s relentless insomnia often- Hotch was at his wit’s end trying to figure out how to get him to actually sleep at night. Spencer survived on naps, usually in strange place at inopportune times. And Spencer fought back when they tried to talk to him about it and insisted he wasn’t a baby, he didn’t need them to tell him what to do.

“On the hill-top above me sat the rising moon; pale yet as a cloud, but brightening momentarily, she looked over Hay, which, half lost in trees, sent up a blue smoke from its few chimneys,” she read, keeping her voice soft and warm. Spencer leaned closer to her and his head dropped to her shoulder. “it was yet a mile distant, but in the absolute hush I could hear plainly its thin murmurs of life.” 

They could always tell when he was exhausted, but they had to make him think that sleeping was his idea or he wouldn’t do it. As of yet, this was the only thing that seemed to work, and she was the only one who could pull it off.

“The din was on the causeway: a horse was coming; the windings of the lane yet hid it, but it approached,” she read. Spencer had crawled into her lap by then, his eyes struggling to stay open, and she rested her chin on the top of his head. “I was just leaving the stile; yet, as the path was narrow, I sat still to let it go by.”

She read until she was sure he was asleep, his breath catching in little snores and warm against her neck. Carefully she turned the page to the part she was actually supposed to be studying. 

After a while he started to shift, mumbling something unintelligible. She set her book down and wrapped her arms around him. “You’re okay,” she said softly. “You’re okay, go back to sleep.”

He mumbled something that almost sounded coherent, but he started to settle back down, burrowing against her. She tried to pick her book back up, but she couldn’t quite wrestle it back, so she gave up and let Spencer sleep.

After a while Hotch peeked into the common room. “Hey,” he whispered. “He asleep?”

“Out like a light,” she whispered back.

Hotch walked over to her, sidestepping the craft explosion on the floor. “I saw everybody else getting coffee, they told me he was about to freak out and you were trying to get him to take a nap,” he said. 

“Yeah, he was being a real brat for a while there, but I’m guessing he didn’t sleep at all last night,” she said.

“Not a bit,” Hotch said grimly. “Here, let me take him.” 

Alex kept her hand under Spencer’s neck as Hotch scooped him up; her arms had started to prickle and fall asleep under his weight. “You need a hand?” she asked.

Thankfully Spencer stayed asleep in Hotch’s arms, his cheek pressing into his shoulder. “No, I’ve got him,” Hotch said. “I’ll be right back.”

She stretched out her arms and went back to her homework. The others came back not long after that, but Penelope and Derek cleaned up art supplies and JJ turned on the common room TV. Emily handed Alex her chai latte.

“Thanks for reading my mind,” Alex said.

“Oh, believe me, it was pretty obvious,” Emily said. “He was either going to spontaneously combust or fall over asleep. And besides, I wanted coffee.” Alex laughed. “Is he doing okay?”

“I think so, but I have a feeling we’ll need to come up with a new trick to get him to sleep,” Alex said. “It’s only a matter of time before he figures out what we’re doing.”

[babysizedfics]

Hey uhh not to be a bother or anything but I’ve been having a tough time recently and your writing makes me smile so I wanna say thank you. And if you wouldn’t mind, do you think you could do a HC or those little mini stories you do with Patton and Virgil being cuddly together after Virgil being awake half the night? Maybe he has a routine he does with Virgil whenever he can’t sleep? If you can’t it’s okay. ❤️❤️

It's not a bother at all, I'm sorry you've had a rough time :( I hope this can bring some comfort!

EDIT: I didn't expect this to be a ficlet at all but it happened anyway! This was really sweet and fun to write, thank you for suggesting it <3

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Title: Pillow

Summary: Virgil can't sleep. Papa Patton knows exactly how to get him to relax.

Word count: 2,000

Also on AO3!

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When Virgil and Roman are both awake late at night, they have sleepovers... but on this particular night, when Virgil texts his brother "Hey you awake?" there is no reply. He waits a good hour, just in case Roman was just busy with something. But he soon realises Roman must be asleep for once.

It's not that Virgil isn't tired - he's exhausted - but his anxiety has been high for a couple of days. There is no obvious reason, sometimes it just acts up like that and it's incredibly annoying. He can't get to sleep because his mind is positively racing with worries and disastrous scenarios and insecurities. They're loud.

He tries to get through it alone. He went on Tumblr for a bit but most bloggers were asleep. He listened to some upbeat music to try to lift his mood but it just hurt his ears. He actually tried to be little on his own for the first time in months, but all it did was make him upset and remember all the times he was lonely and regressed and scared and suddenly he just can't be alone anymore.

He tiptoes to Patton's room, all the while internally berating himself. He's been busy this week, he needs time to rest. And you already cause him so much trouble being little all the time. You shouldn't wake him, it's not fair on him.

But by the time he has reached the door, and before he turns back having second thoughts, the door swings open. It always surprised Virgil just how light a sleeper Patton was.

'Vee? Are you okay, sweetheart?' Patton asks, immediately holding his arms out for Virgil.

He hurries into Patton's embrace and grips onto his pyjama shirt tightly, not daring to look up from the ground. Because Patton thinks he's little, doesn't he? Baby Vee is always allowed to wake up his Papa and Mama if he has a nightmare or an accident, but is adult Virgil allowed to?

But it's impossible to pretend he's regressed. Virgil hardly knows what he actually behaves like when he's little, and he can't bring himself to pretend. 'I'm... I dunno, I just can't sleep.'

A soft, warm thing presses to his forehead - a fingertip. 'Yucky thoughts?' Patton whispers, gently stroking over Virgil's brow.

With a small sigh, Virgil simply nods. His eyes are heavy and fall shut, letting the soothing touch calm him instantly.

'Let's get you a bottle, baby.'

Virgil's eyes snap open and he meets Patton's gaze at last. There is only compassion and fondness in the deep brown irises.

'But I'm not little,' Virgil says, frowning slightly. The only times Patton gave him a bottle was when he was either regressed or Patton needed him to be regressed. And even then it was only after Virgil had a panic attack or a nightmare, neither of which was true tonight.

Patton smiles and tucks Virgil's curtain of bangs behind his ear with thick fingertips. 'That doesn't mean we can't relax together. I'm not planning to sleep soon anyway.' He pulls Virgil into his arms again and the anxious side goes willingly, resting his cheek against the barrel chest and breathing deeply with each thumping beat of his Papa's heart. 'Doesn't warm milk and In The Night Garden sound relaxing, honey?'

Virgil merely nods. He's not little, but that does sound calming.

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Within minutes - and after a quick detour to Virgil's room where they acquired Minty - they're in the kitchen. Usually, Virgil would not like to be in the room when the stove is on since it is an open flame. Watching the bright blue flames dance precariously around the saucepan of oat milk makes Virgil's heart leap with every flicker. But he couldn't bear the idea of being away from Patton's side at that moment.

'See, nothing happened,' Patton says, extinguishing the flame and stirring the milk. 'We're all safe, stormcloud.'

Virgil swallows around a lump of nerves and starts picking at his lower lip with his fingernails. He grips Minty tighter to his chest with his other hand. 'All safe,' he repeats under his breath.

There is a metallic clatter and Virgil lifts his gaze from his feet which swing back and forth as he sits on a tall barstool. Papa is smiling at him, the wooden mixing spoon abandoned in the saucepan. 'You're such a brave boy.'

Warmth blooms on Virgil's cheeks. He shakes his head and pulls Minty up to his chin. 'No 'm not.'

'Yes you are,' Patton insists. He makes quick work of transferring the milk into one of Virgil's baby bottles. The sight of it - with a vintage-style image of Eeyore and some butterflies printed onto the side of it - puts a warm, swirly feeling in Virgil's chest. Papa walks over to him and strokes his cheek. It's kind of cold. 'You're my brave little baby.'

All of a sudden tears are burning Virgil's eyes. He takes the tip of his thumb out from between his lips. (When did that get there?) Talking is harder than he remembers it being a few minutes ago. 'No brave... th-scared.'

'Y'know you're allowed to be brave and scared,' Papa says and makes a surprised face. He puts his hands on Virgil's sides and then there's a whoosh of air and the seat is gone under him but now Papa's arm is under him. Virgil is being carried on Papa's hip.

He holds Papa's shoulder tight with one hand, Minty balanced in the crook of his arm. His thumb is back in his mouth. 'Bof?' he whispers.

'Mhm, both. Brave means you do things even when they're scary. Because you know it's important.' Papa kisses Virgil's forehead and it makes him smile. 'Were you scared to come get Papa?'

Virgil looks up at his papa and doesn't know what Papa feels. Does he look sad? Angry? He's not smiling. He doesn't look very happy. Tears start falling down Virgil's cheeks and he whimpers.

'Shh, baby, it's okay if you were scared. Papa's not angry or upset with you.' Then the world is a bit bouncy and Virgil doesn't know why but it makes him stop crying.

He sniffles and it's wet and kind of yucky. He wriggles and tries to hug Papa tighter but it's hard 'cause he's cuddling Minty too. Papa's arm under him is going up and down but then it stops and pulls him closer, tighter, stronger. The world isn't bouncy anymore but it's warm because Papa is warm. And it's nice.

'It was a bit scary to come and get Papa, wasn't it, sweetie?'

Virgil sucks his thumb more. He nods then a little sound comes out from his throat. Another tear trickles down his cheek.

Papa kisses it away. 'And even though it was scary, my clever little stormcloud came to get me anyway because he knew it was the right thing to do.' Another kiss on his other cheek made Virgil hum. 'I think that's very brave.'

For a bit, Virgil tries to remember why he thought he wasn't brave. But it's really tricky. Memories are fuzzy. Plus Papa always knew way more than he did. So Virgil must have been brave.

That makes another smile stretch his lips, bigger this time. His thumb slips out of his mouth.

'There's my happy little baby!' Papa says and smiles big and squiggles a finger on Virgil's side.

It tickles and Virgil giggles. 'Papa, tibble!' Then his head feels foggy and heavy. Then he yawns and the feeling goes away.

'Aww, precious boy. Let's go get you a diaper, then we're gonna have milk and watch Iggle Piggle!'

That's one of Virgil's favorite things to do in the whole world! He nods and kicks his feet a little bit, trying to show that he wants to get moving.

'All right, all right, I get it,' Papa laughs. Then they start moving. 'Giddyup Papa, huh?'

More giggles come from Virgil's lips and he rests his head on Papa's shoulder as they go back upstairs.

Getting changed into a diaper used to be really scary, but now it's okay. Papa smiles at him and sings a pretty song really quiet and Virgil is allowed to hug Minty really tight when he doesn't like a feeling. Then he is changed and it's soft and comfy and it makes him feel really safe and happy. It makes funny crinkly noises and they make tingles go all over his head and he thinks he is floating.

Virgil doesn't remember how, but then there is a paci in his mouth. Pacis are smooth on his tongue! And then they are on the couch in the living room and there is the In The Night Garden music coming from the TV.

He looks around, confused. Where did his room go? He wriggles in Papa's lap and whines, 'Baba.'

'What's wrong, baby?' Papa asks.

Virgil pouts. He wants to know where his room went and where Minty went, but he can't move his mouth. He squeezes the soft stuff in his hands tighter. Then he gasps and looks down. Minty! He cuddles the dino to his chest and smiles.

'You love Minty, don't you, Vee?'

Virgil nods his head. 'Wub.'

There are fingers in his hair, stroking. It makes more of those tingles go over him, like when it's bathtime and Papa pours warm water on his back. It's really nice. 'Can Papa give you your bottle now?'

That question is kind of hard. Papa wants to give Virgil something. But now. Does Papa want to know when Vee wants something? Virgil is confused and it's not a nice feeling. He looks at Papa and tries to tell him that with his eyes.

'Oh, you're super tiny tonight. That was a bit advanced for you then,' Papa says really quiet. Virgil definitely doesn't know what that means. 'Do you want your milky?'

That question was a bit louder and it makes lots more sense. Virgil whines and scrunches his toes in the couch cushion. It means yes and Papa usually knows that.

'Come here, angel,' Papa whispers. He wraps his arms around Virgil and turns him. Virgil isn't facing Papa and sitting up anymore, now he's sideways in Papa's lap. He's kind of lying down, but instead of a pillow under his head, it's Papa's arm. It's warmer and stronger and safer than a pillow.

Then Virgil's mouth is empty. He doesn't like it. There's no more smooth on his tongue, the pretty paci is gone. He whines and feels tears building in his eyes again. He wants his paci back.

Iggle Piggle is jingling and squeaking on the TV.

There's a different smooth on his tongue now. It's warm and it tastes different, but it's still smooth. Virgil sighs and sucks on it like a paci, then there's sweet, creamy, warm stuff on the back of his tongue and he swallows it. It makes his tummy happy. Milk!

A quiet, happy sound comes from him and he keeps drinking the milk. The strong, warm pillow lifts his head up a little bit more then puts his head on something else. It's a bigger, warmer, softer, stronger pillow. It goes Boom boom, Boom boom, Boom boom. Virgil likes this one the best.

Things are different then. The room is a little bit darker and it makes Virgil's eyes happy. Virgil isn't drinking milk anymore and that makes him a bit sad, but his tummy feels full and warm and he doesn't want more milk anyway.

He isn't sideways on Papa's lap anymore, he's sitting backwards in it. He can't see Papa but there's still the Boom boom pillow under his head and that feels just as nice as seeing Papa. Virgil can see the TV. There are trees and grass and Upsy Daisy in a pretty dress. The sound is different - Iggle Piggle isn't jingling and squeaking anymore. Instead, there's plinky-plonky music and a man is speaking with a voice that's kind of like Mama's. It's deep and strong and it makes Virgil's heart feel like a balloon.

His eyes are falling shut. It feels safe.

'Night night, my sweet little one,' Papa's voice says. The pillow rumbles at the same time.

Virgil squeaks and turns his head and smushes his cheek on it. Boom boom. Boom boom.

'Wuboo.'

His eyes are really heavy. Everything goes black.

Boom boom.

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{Chapter 8- Accidents and Bubble Baths}//Soft, Cute, and Far Smarter Than You (Sanders Sides Agere/CGLRE)

A/N: So basically- this chapter starts off by kicking off the romance part of the story, then skips to Logan regressing. It's one of the longer chapters of this story and I'm pretty proud of it. I hope you guys like it!

Warning for Logan having an accident (wetting himself) while small and wearing a pull-up.

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"Are you doing okay, Lo?" Patton asked the man as he entered the kitchen from his spot at the table.

"Mhm." Logan nodded, pulling out a chair to sit next to him. "I have so much work to do, though." He groaned.

After a few days of remaining in his headspace following Halloween, Logan had a lot of work to catch up on. He had agreed to the break, and now he needed to make up for it.

Patton chuckled. "If you need anything, let me know. I'll be cutting you off at dinner time." He spoke in a teasing tone.

Logan laughed. "Patton, I'm better at managing my work now. I don't need you to drag me away from the computer because I'm not taking care of myself."

Logan used to slave away in his room, doing his work, working ahead, without any sort of breaks or self care. And then, when he decided that he was done, he'd regress all by himself, until he was forced to interact with the other sides or he had more work to do.

"Okay, okay! But you're eating dinner with the family. No exceptions."

Logan nodded slowly. "Are we the only ones up?"

Patton confirmed. "I'm basically everyone's alarm clock, so yeah. You're the only one that sometimes gets up before I make my rounds."

"Did you want any help with breakfast? Since I'm up, I mean..."

Patton's face broke out into a wide smile. "Of course! You up for pancakes?" He questioned, getting up from his seat and going over to the cabinets, rummaging around the kitchen and grabbing random things.

He'd run over and place them on the table, gathering the ingredients he'd need. "Guess I don't have a choice..." Logan rolled his eyes, before jumping in to help his friend.

They quickly go to work on setting up, Patton making the batter, and Logan making the pancakes.

"We should hang out more," Patton commented, rinsing out dishes in the sink as Logan busied himself with flipping pancakes.

Logan chuckled, seemingly confused. "We hang out all the time."

"That's with little you." Patton corrected. "And I love caring for you when you're regressed, really. But I still feel like you're kinda..sheltered? When you're big, I mean."

Logan frowned, using his spatula to flip the pancake onto its uncooked side. "You're right. I'm sorry, its just hard opening up, I guess. And we can hang out more, if you want." Logan paused his rambling to push down the pancake, listening to it sizzle. "While I'm big." He added.

"Sounds great, Lo. What would you want to do?" Patton asked in curiosity.

"We could catch a movie or go to a cafe," Logan suggested with a shrug. He realized right after the words came out of his mouth that those were two very date like ideas. He was glad that he was facing the stove and not Patton directly, because his face was quite red.

Logan suddenly remembered something Virgil had told him. About thinking that Patton had a crush on big him. He had refused to believe it then...

What about now?

"Sounds like a plan," Patton had a confident and perky smile on his face as he set whatever he had been cleaning on the counter, coming closer to him. "How about this weekend? If you aren't little or busy." He suggested.

"Y-yeah, sure." Logan nodded a bit, still blushing and stumbling over his words. It was so weird to him how his view on Patton shifted. Their relationship dynamic shifted depending on his headspace. Sometimes, Patton was the man who played with him and cuddled him. Others, he was the one who cooked him meals and told him what to do.

But most of the time, when he wasn't feeling like a little kid or teenager, Patton was a really cute sweetheart who made him all flustered. The fact that he was willing to give up so much time to take care of him just showed that he really cared, and that made Logan happy.

He scooped the pancake off the pan, setting it on a plate that had been sitting next to the counter. Patton was standing next to him now, able to get a clear view of his face. As Logan was distracted pouring batter into the pan, Patton got close to his ear and whispered out a few words. So quiet and quick that Logan wasn't even sure that they were real.

"It's a date."

Logan's eyes widened, the logical trait immediately turning to face the moral trait.  Patton had backed away to the sink, pulling a face of confusion when he saw the others red face. "What's wrong, Lo?"

"N-nothing. I'm looking forward to this weekend." He muttered, biting his lip and facing the stove again. Patton smirked, humming a bit before returning to doing the dishes.

This weekend should be fun.

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"Baby, it's time to wake up."

Logan heard Patton's soft voice as he was pulled out of sleep. After a day or two of working and managing to get everything done, he had woken up small. And it seems that his caregiver had been prepared for that.

"Daddy," Logan mumbled, rubbing at his eyes.

"Here, you need to see." Patton chuckled, helping him sit up and sliding his glasses onto his face. "That's better. How are you feeling?"

"Sweepy." Logan decided,blinking his eyes open and letting them adjust. He looked around the room, letting his eyes focus.

Patton seemed amused. "Yeah? Well, we'll just have to have a cuddly nap later, yeah?"

Logan quickly nodded, reaching out his arms. "Wan cuddles!" he pouted, making grabby hands to the carer.

Patton laughed again, pulling him into a hug and onto his lap. "Do we have a little fussy baby today?" he questioned teasingly. Logan shook his head as he pulled away from the embrace, settling in his lap.

"Just sleepy." he assured. Patton wrapped his arms around Logan's waist as he spoke.

"Well, I think you might wanna be more awake today. Your brother is little, but he's a little bigger than usual. Which means...." Patton trailed off, seeing if he could figure it out. Logan only tilted his head, blinking up at him. "He can play more! When he's to small to do certain things, you get bored because you can only do so much with him, right?"

Logan nodded. He felt panicky on the inside, but he tried not to express that. Logan felt so small right now, and now he was hearing that Virgil was bigger? Logan was supposed to be the big brother!

"Well, he's wide awake and he wants to play with his brother. It'll be fun," Patton smiled at him. "How old are you today? Vee said that he's five."

"Seven!" Logan lied, biting on his lip.

Patton didn't second guess it. A lot of the time, when Logan first woke up, he'd be a lot more childlike then he actually felt. He had no reason to believe that he wasn't just a sleepy seven year old, instead of a three year old trying to be 'grown up'.

"Alright, kiddo! Let's get you dressed for the day!"

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Logan felt like he had to skip out on what he really wanted. Declining the offer for a pacifier, asking for a shirt and overalls instead of one of his onesies, doing everything to seem like he wasn't a baby.

He wore a light blue sweater with clouds on it, paired with black shortalls. "You look so cute, baby." Patton complimented.

Patton calling him 'baby' every two seconds didn't help. Logan didn't even know why he was lying. It made him feel guilty. But he also didn't like feeling so vulnerable. He needed to be bigger then Vee. He's the big brother.

The thing was, he acted very different as a three year old then when he was seven. Adjusting his behaviors to sell the act seemed impossible.

"Can I have Lilly?" Logan questioned, turning away from the mirror and looking back at his carer,who nodded.

"One elephant stuffie, coming right up," Patton joked, going over to his bed and grabbing the stuffed toy. He held it out to the little, causing Logan to smile. He hugged the elephant tightly, rocking on his feet.

"Are you feeling smaller then seven, sweetie?" Patton asked, looking him up and down. He was so much..softer seeming then he was when he was seven. Logan shook his head, only feeling a little bad for lying.

"Still just sleepy." he replied. Patton nodded softly, walking past him and opening the door. He let Logan walk through it, following him.

Patton should've picked up on the fact that he was lying a lot sooner. There were so many things off about how he was acting, and yet, Patton managed to come to a explanation besides 'he's lying to me' every single time.

First off, no matter how sleepy Logan was, he usually was full of energy after breakfast and a sippy cup of juice. He pointed this out to Roman while the boys watched cartoons together. "Logan is very sleepy today. He's acting...weird?" Patton sounded questioning of himself.

"Give him something sugary. If it's really just him being sleepy, he should be back to a hyper kiddo with enough sugar." Roman told him. "Have fun with the sugar high, though."

Patton chuckled in response.

"He likes pop when he's this old. I think I can make an exception to the normal rule."

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"Here." Patton set a sippy cup full of some sugary soda in front of him on the coffee table

"Thought I could only have juice." Logan mumbled. He always asked for soda when he was a bigger kid, and Patton almost always said no. But when he was littler, he preferred milk and fruit juices. The bubbly feeling felt weird on his tongue and he didn't like it,

"Yeah, usually. But I know you're really sleepy today and I thought this might wake you up." Patton explained.

"Can I has milk?" Logan shook his head, pushing the cup away from him. He looked up at Patton with pouty eyes.

"Uh, yeah. Sure thing, sweetheart." Patton picked the cup back up, seemingly confused.

Logan almost wanted to admit to lying then and there. Patton treated him different based off of how old he was. If he admitted to being three, he'd probably be in Daddy's lap, being fed a bottle of warm milk. Logan reminded himself that he was lying, so even if he admitted his mistake, he'd probably be in trouble.

So Logan continued throughout the day, trying to act as big as he could. It was really hard being a seven year old. Bigger kid stuff was hard for someone that felt like a little baby.

There were so many instances where Patton should've caught him but didn't. So many instances where Logan had to lie again and again.

At one point, Virgil had asked to play video games. Sometimes, they'd play more kid-appropriate games together, with Logan showing him how it works. Instead, he fumbled with the controller. He sniffled when he couldn't figure out what button did what, becoming all the more frustrated with this situation.

"M-maybe this is a little overwhelming for Logan," Patton jumped in, taking the controller away from him the moment he saw his eyes gloss over. He pulled him out of his seat, hugging him. "The game's stupid anyway." he joked, trying to get him to smile.

Logan didn't though, simply pulling away and sitting back down in his previous spot. He picked up Lilly from next to him and hugged her tightly, facing his attention torwards the screen and watching Roman show Virgil the controls instead.

By then, Patton had a feeling he knew what was going on. There were so many other small things, and his behavior overall was a lot closer to a much younger age.

It wasn't until Patton found Logan in his bedroom, crying with a pair of wet shortalls on, that he finally put it together with certainty.

When Logan was as little as three, Patton made a point to remind him to go to the bathroom. Sometimes, he'd forget and hold it off as long as possible. But he hadn't actually had any accidents (to Patton's knowledge) until the reminders were gone.

When he was older, Patton didn't do as much to assure that there'd be no accidents. The older he was, the more capable of going to the bathroom himself he was.

Of course, when Logan lied about his age, things got confusing and he ended up here.

Patton was planning on pulling Logan to the side and talking to him about the day, to see if he was possibly right about the boy lying. When he noticed him, suddenly jump up and run off, he decided to wait until he got back. Except, he didn't come back for a while.

"I'm gonna go check on Logan." Patton told Roman, who quickly nodded.

"I was wondering where he went."

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"Logan, baby? Are you in there?" Patton knocked on his bedroom door, hearing a whimper on the other side. Followed by a sniffle. Logan was crying.

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

He didn't get a response. He opened the door, glad the boy hadn't locked it behind him. Logan was standing by his personal bathroom door, his shorts soaked with a little puddle under him. Patton snapped, getting rid of the puddle magically to avoid the mess on the carpet. Logan didn't even question his use of powers, going quiet as he waited for Patton's words.

Logan was crying, sobbing even, seemingly scared of what his caregiver would say. "Looks like you had a little accident. I think this calls for a bubble bath," he spoke softly, smiling a bit as he approached him. Logan seemed genuinely confused by his softness and sympathy.

"M' sorry, d-didn't mean to.." he mumbled.

"That's why I called it an accident, sweetheart." Patton said, cupping his face and wiping away his tears using his thumb. "Toddlers have them sometimes, baby."

"N-not a- Not a..." he stumbled over his words, babbling.

"Not a toddler? You're still gonna lie and try to say you're seven?" Patton questioned, raising his eyebrow, dropping his hand from his face. Logan looked down, blinking out a few tears and shaking his head.

"m' sowwy."

"Don't be, baby. I'm not mad at you, I just don't want you to lie to me. Especially not about something like that," he told him. Logan looked up at him, remaining silent. Patton continued, "I care for you differently depending on your age. It's why I always ask, I do whatever I can to make sure you're happy and healthy, but those needs and wants change."

Logan nodded a bit. He didn't try to say anything, knowing that he'd probably just mumble out another apology. "Why'd you pretend to be older, sweetheart? I'm not mad, I'm just wondering," Patton opened the bathroom door, taking Logan's hand to help him inside.

"Wanna be bigger then Vee." Logan admitted as Patton sat him down on the closed toilet seat.

"You don't always have to be the big brother. I know you like playing that role, but sometimes it's not easy to do that," Patton spoke in a reassuring tone. It told Logan that he wasn't mad, but what he said was probably right. "You're gonna be littler than him sometimes." Patton explained, leaning over the edge of the bath tub and putting the drain in.

"You want it like usual?" he asked. Logan usually liked warm water that was on the edge of steaming hot. Patton didn't know how it didn't burn him, but he liked it. Logan nodded, and Patton moved to twist the faucet on. "Is this your first accident?"

Logan looked down, shaking his head a bit. "Dis only happen when I'm this small- not this small a lot."

"Hmm. You've only been this little with me a few times. I wish you told me that this was a problem, baby," he felt the water, deciding that the temperature was acceptable before standing up and facing Logan.

"M' sorry. Thought you'd think it's weird," Logan let Patton unbuckle his shortalls, standing up and letting him slide them off.

"Accidents aren't weird. A lot of kids are still in the process of potty training by the time they're three. Virgil wears diapers or pull ups most of the time when he's little," Patton pointed out, tapping Logan's arm once the wet pants were set to the side. Logan lifted his arms, letting his caregiver pull his shirt over his head.

Logan blushed, biting on his lip. Patton threw the shirt into the same pile as the shortalls, before quickly moving to tickle Logan's bare sides. The boy giggled, pushing his hands away. "My point is," Patton removed his hands after a moment, his antics leaving a light smile on Logan's face. He continued, "You didn't need to hide this from me. I'd never get mad at you, or judge you for something like this. Can you promise not to keep things from me anymore? No lying about how old you feel, or hiding accidents."

Logan nodded quickly, holding out his pinky. He had felt bad about lying that day, and the accidents had been a long term secret. He had hoped he wouldn't of had to worry about that, since he had managed to get by with Patton's reminders the few times he did get this small.

Patton chuckled, wrapping his pinky around his and smiling. "Finish getting undressed while I put the bubbles in, okay?"

Logan nodded, waiting until Patton was facing away from him to pull off his wet underwear. He felt so gross. He stood there, chewing on his lip until Patton turned off the faucet, setting away to reveal a very bubbly bath. Logan took Patton's outstretched hand, letting him help him step into the tub.

For a moment, Patton let him settle into the water as he typed out a message on his phone, letting Roman know what happened. Then, he set it down and redirected his attention to his little boy.

Patton helped him wash his body, ticking him when his fingers ran over a part of him that was sensitive. Logan's worries seemed to wash away in the water. The idea that Patton was mad at him went away with Patton's constant reassurance and affection. The embarrassment from being so little faded as he splashed and played in the water.

"You keep playing while I go get you a new outfit, okay?"

Logan nodded a bit, currently distracted by the bright red cup in his hand. All he was doing was taking the plastic container and filling it with water, before dumping it out, but he was entertained by it.

Patton picked up his phone on the way out, closing the door behind him and seeing Roman at the door. "How is he?" he questioned.

"Okay, I think. I ran him a bubble bath and he's playing," Patton replied, going over to Logan's closet and pulling out a few things. He located his unicorn onesie. He usually didn't let Logan run around in it during the day, because the boy would be so upset if he spilt something on it, but he knew it would probably be the most comforting thing right now.

"I talked to him about hiding things from me. Told him that he doesn't always need to be bigger then Vee. I'm not getting onto him to much though, he feels bad and I think he just needs comfort right now." Patton admitted, going over to his dresser and pulling out his plain dark blue pacifier, setting it with the onesie.

"As long as he understands why he shouldn't do that, there's no need to be to stern on him." Roman nodded, entering the room and approaching Logan's bed. He set the item he was holding with the pile. "I'm pretty sure Logan and Virgil wear the same sizes in pull-ups. These ones are technically overnight ones, so they should hold a few accidents. I explained to Vee that Logan's a bit smaller than him right now already."

Patton nodded, smiling a bit. "I don't know how often these accidents happen, so I'm just going to have him wear one until he's bigger and I'll talk to him about it then. We should be down soon."

Roman nodded, leaving the room without another word.

"Hi, baby. You having fun in the water?" Patton opened the door, scaring Logan. Once he realized that it was just Patton, he nodded a bit. Patton seemed amused, shutting the door behind him and setting the pile of clothes in his hands down on the closed toilet. He had grabbed a towel from his closet on his way back into the bathroom, setting it with the clothes. Patton sat in front of the bath.

Logan slapped his hands on the surface of the water, causing it to splash. He giggled, bouncing in place. "Spwash!" he was so entertained by this.

"Maybe we shouldn't 'spwash' water on Daddy," Patton chuckled, wiping his face with his hand. Logan smiled, doing the splash motion again to see how Patton would react. Patton only shook his head with a playful sigh. "You're a silly baby. You know that?"

Logan blushed, sticking his tongue out before bursting into more giggles. "Hey, Little Scholar? How would you feel about wearing a pull up for today? Until you're bigger."

Logan frowned a bit, seemingly thinking. "Just so if you have another accident, there's no issue. This isn't a punishment, I just thought it would help." Patton rushed to explain, waiting for his reaction. Logan's face was red.

"Not a baby." he mumbled.

"But you are a very little toddler. Pull ups and diapers aren't exclusive to itty bitty babies." Logan still shook his head. Patton sighed, reaching over to the pile of clothes and picking up the pull up. "It has spaceships on it," Patton tried to sound convincing, "No one will see it either."

Logan seemed curious at the mention of 'spaceships', his eyes glancing over it as Patton held it up for him. "How about this...If you be a really good boy and do this for me, I'll let you wear your unicorn onesie." he bargained. He was gonna let him wear his unicorn onesie regardless, but Logan didn't have to know that.

Logan quickly nodded, agreeing on those terms. He wasn't against the idea of wearing the diaper, he was just embarrassed. But embarrassment could be overridden by a cute onesie.

"Thank you, Little Astronaut. I'm proud of you," Patton set the pull up back on the pile, before standing up and holding out his hand. Logan took it, stepping out of the bath. Patton helped him dry off, helping him step into the pull-up, which was surprisingly comfortable. Then, he zipped up the onesie for him, and gave him the pacifier.

"You ready to go downstairs? You can play with your brother, if you want."

Logan nodded a bit, letting Patton lead the way out of his room and down the stairs. The rest of the day was surely gonna be better than it's start.

Logan had gone from a sobbing mess trying to apologize to his caregiver, to a playful baby boy with just a bubble bath and some reassurance. Patton always made him feel so much better about himself. No matter how little he was, despite any accidents or temper tantrums. That's part of the reason why their relationship worked.

He knew how to adjust to taking care of him depending on his headspace and emotions, and was always willing to adjust if it'd make him more comfortable. He was always so understanding and soft with him, even when he broke the rules. He was the perfect caregiver for him

And, come Saturday, he'd find out if Patton would also make the perfect boyfriend.    

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kisses

[a/n: smooch headcanons with some of the boys! I love you all sm , enjoy! 💕]

Nathan Hale kisses like there’s no tomorrow.

• he’s got diamonds for iris’s. The prettiest blue eyes and long thick eyelashes.

• will kiss you until you have no air in your lungs.

• he treasures you. And he will be damned if the whole world doesn’t know.

• two words: forehead kisses.

• Nate 100% wears fruity chapstick (idk I just think he would like how it tastes lmao)

• sweet and endearing kisses.

• immediately afterwards has to pull back and hold your face in his hands.

• loves loves running his thumbs up and down your rosy cheeks.

• you calm him. He’s got enough tension to power Coventry Connecticut.

• can u imagine just snuggling on the couch with him omg omg

• TEDDY. BEAR.

• gives you kisses and hugs just because.

• there’s no rhyme or reason for them, because in his eyes you deserve them for all eternity

• song: The Silence - Bastille

Benjamin Tallmadge kisses like you’re in a movie.

• got a whole new sense of humor when it comes to you

• teasing kisses, kisses that turn into giggly smiles

• has to hold you

• absolute favorite place to kiss ya is your temple

• cause then he can do the thing where he holds your head to his chest and just- 

�� heart? melted

• runs his calloused fingers through your hair and just locks eyes with you

• takes Ben like forty years to just peck your lips

• pull him down by his tie he can and will die on the floor right there.

• Benny boys cologne isn’t that strong but whenever he kisses you it somehow always rubs off.

• no complaints here

• loves to be a tease, but literally cannot leave the house without a kiss from you.

• pretty boy

• loves to hold you & just sway back and forth. doing nothing but that.

• oh wow he’s so soft

• song: Brown Eyed Girl - Jimmy Buffett

Marquis de Lafayette kisses like you’re the air he needs to breathe.

• loves. loves. Kisses.

• favorite form of affection

• is it bc his French? Maybe

• but also bc he’s naturally a very warm and gentle person and that I would imagine he really really melts into the contact

• hugs and kisses are his weakness

• also really likes holding your hand.

• KISS ON THE LIPS KISSIN ON THE LIPS

• Laf’s got baby lips and he kisses you so softly

• got lost in Gordon Ramsay’s sauce there for a second.

• sitting on the couch, practically on top of each other

• breathless kisses that erupt you in a small fit of giggles

• ur laugh is contagious bc Laf will join in and give you a big hug with a squeeze.

• sweet sweet sweetie pie

• kisses are always on the menu :D

• ‘nother thing he likes is kissing the corner of your lips just cause it’s cute as heck

• song: Lover (remix) - Taylor Swift

Ensign [Thomas] Baker kisses you like you’re his entire world.

• he’s got the most delicate kisses u can possibly imagine

• Thomas really is into the mushy gushy stuff. Not overbearingly so, but enough that elicits many laughs from your lips.

• favorite place to drop a kiss? Top of your head.

• cuddly soft and beautiful

• actual tall boy™️

• like Laf, really likes to hold you. I think if he could he’d super glue your hands together

• favorite pastime is you and him on the couch, and a good book.

• kisses are never sparse in the privacy of you alone.

• In public he’s still got your hand in his, but the affection is a little flustered and shy.

• AIGHT AIGHT BUT imagine his good-bye kisses

• soft and entirely special bc he LOVES U SO MUCH and he will miss you so much

• when he gets home Tom can and most certainly will hoist you up in his arms and give you all the kisses he lost in the hours of the day.

• absolute unit

• SUCH A SOFTIE but so so gentle and understanding

• song: Come On Get Higher - Matt Nathanson

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henlo¡ i've recently found your works and they are amazing, i hope you guys can write more in the future and become bigger since everyone deserves to read your stuff. i'd like to request a ANGST one shot (it can be with either jk or jm, or with... whoever you want tbh) with chubby! reader, i feel like that minority is left out in the ff world and even if im not chubby myself i want to read different stuff and understand different feelings. hope you guys can take me into account! love you lots💜

A/N: Hey Sweetie! Dezzy here. Thank you so much for making this request. We loved working on it and love talking to you! I hope you like it!

Planning: Sunnie, Bunny, Dezzy

Writer: Dezzy

Word Count: 1837

Spring had always been your favorite time of year. The flowers blossoming, the beautiful weather, it was all so wonderful to you. For the first time in a while, your idol boyfriend, Park Jimin, was on a break, which meant he spent every second with you. You loved how caring and clingy he was, always being a cuddly person yourself. He loved showing you off and telling people about your relationship, which made you uncomfortable sometimes, but he was just proud to be yours. You were a little on the chubbier side, so you were very self conscious and insecure and mainly wore clothes that covered your body, making sure not to embarrass him by your appearance.

Today, however, you felt great. You wore a flowy sundress with a light cardigan. The weather was gorgeous so you decided to get out of the house and do a little shopping at the outdoor mall. Hand in hand, you and Jimin had scoured the racks to find summer clothes for the both of you, finding a bunch of things that looked amazing. You decided to take a little shopping break and get some ice cream in a little shop. You sit by the window, enjoying the view as you eat, making small talk as you people watch. “Aw, look at that couple. They’re so cute.” You say, pointing at a couple wearing matching light blue sweaters. “Yeah, well, we’re cuter.” He smiles at you, making you blush.

“Excuse me, miss.” You turn your head to see an adorable little boy looking brightly at you. “Hi, sweetie. Can I help you with anything?” You ask softly. “Can I feel the baby in your tummy?” He asks, and your heart sinks. Your face visually drops, but you put on a small smile, still trying to be sweet to the kid. “I’m sorry, sweetie, but there’s no baby in there.” You reply softly. “Kwongwoo! I’m so sorry, ma'am. He doesn’t have any manners.” The mother rushes over, grabbing the little boy by his arm. “It’s okay, don’t worry.” You smile, hiding your hurt. She pulls him away, and Jimin gives you a sad look, but you brush it off, not wanting to ruin the day with your insecurity. You can see the woman kneel to talk to the boy, trying to keep her voice down, but it doesn’t work.

“Darling, you can’t ask women if they’re pregnant. Some women are just a little more…” She trails off, hoping he gets the message. Apparently, he does. “Fat!” He says, proud that he finished her sentence, but sending a dagger through your heart. Your fake smile fades, and you set your bowl of ice cream down on the table. “I think I’m done.” You say, looking out the window. “Baby, you only eat half of it though.” Jimin whines, but you shake your head in protest. “I’m not hungry anymore.” You say, pulling your cardigan tighter around your body. He nods in understanding, leaving it at that.

“Ooh, let’s go in here. It looks cute.” He says, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and guiding you towards a small boutique. “Jimin, I kinda just wanna go home.” You admit, not wanting to be in public anymore. “Just a few more stops. Please? I’d really love to spend my day out with my love.” He begs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Alright.” You sigh in defeat, remembering that you can’t let your low self esteem ruin his day. He guides you into the shop, you standing back as he searches through the racks. “This would look so cute on you!” He says, grabbing a flowy flower print tank top. It is cute, but you know your arms wouldn’t look good in it. “I don’t know.” You say, looking away from it. He holds onto it, intent on purchasing it. He looks through the pants too, finding some cute high waisted shorts. “These are perfect! And they’d go great with the tank top.” He says, holding them up. All you can think about is the way your legs and all your cellulite would ruin the look. You say nothing, and he pouts a bit.

“Excuse me, ma'am?” He says, and you watch as he calls over one of the employees. “Can I get your opinion on something?” He asks her. “Jimin, please don’t.” You beg, not wanting to draw attention. “Yes, how can I help you?” She asks, and you just hide behind Jimin. “Don’t you think these would look amazing on my beautiful girlfriend?” He asks. “Oh definitely. She’s gorgeous, she could pull off anything. That dress you’re wearing is super cute, miss.” She says, and you peak out from behind his shoulder, seeing the genuine smile on her face. “T-Thank you.” You say softly. She helps Jimin check out the clothes and you’re on your way to one more store he’s been dying to take you to, full of beautiful gowns.

“Jimin, don’t you think these are all a bit too flashy for me?” You ask, looking around at all the dresses. “No way. Just like that lady said, you look amazing in anything.” He smiles, taking your hand in his as he looks around. He gasps and turns to you, smiling. “Baby, close your eyes. I want this to be a surprise.” He says with the biggest grin on his face. You shake your head softly, but do as he says, closing your eyes until he tells you to open them, the dress he chose already paid for and in a bag. “Alright. We can go home now.” He says, still smiling.

Once you get home, he brings all the shopping bags to the bedroom, calling you in there. “Now, can you please try this on? I think it’s gonna look gorgeous.” He says, holding the bag from the dress shop. You nod, and he leaves the room, leaving you alone. You pull the dress out, and it’s incredible. It was a light pink color with a ruffle top, spaghetti straps, a long skirt, with soft lace on the torso. It’s beautiful, but you’re afraid to try it on. No, you have to. He wants you to. You nod in determination as you strip your clothes off.

The dress is beautiful. You absolutely adore it. There’s one main thing you don’t love though, the way you look in it. It shows too much skin for your liking, the waistband squeezing at your love handles. You make it look lumpy, and you can’t help but tear up. It’s such a gorgeous dress you’re ashamed that you make it look terrible. It was probably expensive too. You hate wasting Jimin’s money. Maybe you can return it. The little tear drops turn into you fully sobbing as you sit down on the edge of the bed. “Baby, is everything alr- Sweetheart.” Jimin pushes the door open, rushing over you. “What’s wrong?” He asks, kneeling before you and wiping your tears. “It-its the dress.” You sob, completely breaking down.

“What about the dress, my love? What’s wrong with it? It looks amazing.” He cooes, trying his best to calm you down. “It is amazing, but I make it look horrible.” You sob, holding your face in your hands. “No you don’t. If anything, you make it look even better.” He assures you, his voice calming you down just a bit. “No I don’t. My fat arms are just on display now, you can clearly see my muffin top, my thighs are stretching out the top of the skirt. It just, doesn’t look right on me.” You tell him, not crying as much anymore but still upset. He cups your cheek, rubbing the tears away while giving you a sad smile. “Come here. I wanna show you something.”

He grabs you by your hands and gently pulls you up off the bed, guiding you to stand in front of the mirror, his toned chest pressed against your back. You see your reflection, but turn your head to avoid seeing it. “Baby, please look.” He begs, hugging you around your waist. You cave, looking in the mirror and tearing up again at the sight of you. “No no, sweetheart. Please don’t cry.” He says, reaching up and wiping your tears again before placing small kisses on your bare shoulders. “You wanna know what I see when I look in this mirror?” He asks. You nod, his chin resting on your shoulder, his hands slowly and gently running over your body.

“When I look in this mirror, I see the love of my life, the most beautiful woman in the world. Maybe not the definition of beauty to everyone else, but absolutely perfect in every single way to me. I see my girl, that looks amazing in any outfit, has the cutest smile, the sexiest curves. You give the best hugs too, you know? It’s like, with you, I can hug you as tight as I want, and I’m not afraid to break you like those toothpick hostesses on TV. I can squeeze you and kiss you and cuddle you as much as I want and I’m not afraid.” He tells you the last part while squeezing you tight, peppering kisses all over your cheek, making you giggle. “And that laugh, God that laugh is music to my ears. Y/N, do you remember when I was struggling with image issues and an eating disorder?” He asks, the memory of it breaking your heart. “Do you remember what you told me back then?”

“That you were much more than your appearance and your health is more important that your looks.” You recall. “And that you loved my cheeks being chubby because you could poke them a lot.” He chuckles. “Yeah, I remember.” You giggle, relaxing a bit. He turns you around to face him, still holding you around your waist as he brings his hand up, wiping away the rest of your tears. “Y/N, you are so much more than what’s on the outside. You’re beautiful inside and out, and I couldn’t think of a better woman for me. I just want you to see the perfect woman I see.” He says, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

Now, your tears aren’t sad, but happy. “Someday, hopefully. It’s gonna take time though.” You smirk, but he just smiles back. “Well then, I’m gonna do whatever I can to move the process along. That dress really does look amazing on you.” He tells you, looking over your body. You look back in the mirror, your newfound confidence from his sweet words making you realize you do look incredible in it. “Now, how about you take it off and get into some comfy clothes so we can have a little movie night.” He suggests. This man really does know you so well. You nod in agreement, grabbing some comfy PJ’s and changing into them before joining him on the couch for a comfy night in with the man of your dreams.

[mydearestreaderfanfics]

Revenant and Romance (Keith x Reader)

Warnings: injury (not serious)

Word Count: 2,839

Prompt/Request: Eleventh day of the October Special: Ghost Hunter.

Summary: The Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum offers many experiences to, say, a medium or a ghost hunter. Maybe it also offers something for those who may not have been looking for love, but are bound to find it anyway.

Author: Mod Alex

Keith Kogane, also known as Ghosts and Dog, was an overnight YouTube sensation. His videos almost always seemed to have some kind of encounter, although none of them were deemed proof enough for the skeptics. He was also respected by the online community for never staging the sightings, only capturing the proof that actually showed up. His voice was pleasant and he always did his research, retelling the history behind each place while he filmed. He also always had his dog Kosmo with him which was a major bonus. You’d been a fan for as long as you can remember, even before he became a trending channel. He had inspired you to try and contact ghosts too, just in a different way. You'd always felt the presence of ghosts, only now you'd managed to successfully communicate with them, aiding them in finding their way to the other side. You'd even become confident enough in your abilities to start your own channel.

Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum was his next destination. He’d visited Mothman’s hometown because cryptids, obviously, so while he was still in West Virginia he figured he might as well stop by one of America’s most haunted locations. His next video was due any day now too. “Come on, Kosmo, we gotta hit the road.” “Awroo?” “I know you wanted to find Mothman, I did too, but we have to upload something eventually.” The blue-tinted wolfdog bumped against Keith, whining. “I’ll get you some treats for the road.” This bribery seemed like enough for the oversized dog as he made a beeline for their truck.

Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum was going to be your magnum opus. If you could help even so much as one of the tortured souls in the asylum then you’d be happy. Keith hadn’t done any videos on it and as far as you knew he didn’t have any plans on exploring the property anytime soon, which was a plus. At least you wouldn’t be labeled as a poser by the people of YouTube for “stealing his idea”. You’d be allowed to explore the asylum freely with no accusations of being unoriginal.

You pulled in at the front of the building, surprised to see a truck already there. When you called the day before you’d been told they weren’t having any tours and that there shouldn’t be any employee vehicles except in the back. So who did this truck belong to? Perhaps one of the employees had accidentally parked there? You shrugged it off and grabbed your backpack. Inside, the asylum looked just how you’d pictured it. Paint chipped brick walls with questionable stains. Ah well, you didn’t go to these places for interior design tips. You decided to get a feel for the place before setting up and actually trying to contact the dead.

You’d only made it to the second floor when you heard someone talking. You crept towards the noise expecting it to be one of three things: a security guard, some random kids in search of trouble, or spirits. What you weren’t expecting to find was your favorite YouTuber in the middle of recording. You paused and he did too upon noticing you, which was a bad idea because, like you said, he was in the middle of recording. “Eep! Sorry, I wasn’t aware there was going to be anybody else here. I’ll just be going.” You moved to turn around when you heard Keith call out for you to come back. You did so, albeit hesitantly. There was your literal role model and you waltzed into his recording like a dunce. “Are you with the staff?” He seemed genuinely confused. “No?” His confusion only increased from your answer. Before he had a chance to ask you any more questions Kosmo bounded over to you, knocking into your legs and making you fall back, he then proceeded to lick your face and nuzzle against you like you were his best friend. “Kosmo, you can’t-,” Keith began. You laughed, petting the larger than life dog. “Hi, cutie. You’re a cuddly pupper aren’t you?” “Kosmo.” Keith whistled and Kosmo went bounding back toward him. “Sorry about that, he doesn’t realize how big he is.” “You got up, brushing the fur off your clothes. “No worries, he seems really sweet.” You knew he was really sweet, you’d seen how adorable he was in Keith’s videos. “So you said you weren’t part of the staff?” “No, I’m here to investigate.” “They told me there wasn’t anybody else here today.” “I was told the same thing. You can imagine my surprise when I saw you.” “Grr-bork!” You two were interrupted once again by Kosmo who was barking in your direction. Why? Just seconds ago he was cuddling you like there was no tomorrow. You held your hands up as the wolfdog approached you slowly, hunched and growling. You gave a quiet yelp as he lunged, tensing for the impact. Except it never came. He had landed and began barking like crazy in the space just past you. A translucent figure stood before you. He grinned, pleased that you could see him. His expression sent chills down your spine, something about him was very off. “Kosmo, what are you doing?” Oh, right, he couldn't see the ghost, like Kosmo and you. Perhaps if you walked away the spirit would follow you and leave Keith and Kosmo alone. Just as you turned to leave you felt something sharp rake across your arm and growl ‘get out’ in your ear. Kosmo’s barking got louder and he ran in circles around you like he was trying to protect you. You lifted your sweater sleeve, relieved that you weren’t bleeding, however there was five red welts. Once the spirit was gone Kosmo sat at your feet whining. “Thank you for trying, sweetie. Don’t feel bad, I’ve dealt with worse.” “What? You understand what Kosmo’s trying to do?” “Um, yeah? I mean, sorta.” “He does that with me sometimes… What was all of that?” “I’m not sure if you’d believe me even if I told you.” “Try me.” “Alright. There was a ghost and Kosmo was trying to keep him away. It didn’t work and the ghost did what most malevolent ghosts do and scratched me in an attempt to get me to leave.” You shrugged, hoping what you said came across as you not being delusional. “Wait, you could see the ghost?” “Maybe…” You’d seen Keith get excited before on his videos, but never to this extent. He practically had stars in his eyes. “So you can actually see ghosts?” “I mean yeah.” “That’s fantastic, would you mind sticking around for my video.” “Wh-what? You want me to be in your video?” “If you are okay with that. I’m Keith by the way.” “I know, I m-mean… Sorry I just, I’ve seen your videos before, that’s actually part of the reason I’m here. I wanted to help the ghosts.” You expected him to get mad, but instead he just smiled. “Great, so you already know how this goes.” “Oh yeah, I guess that’s true.” He waved you over in front of the camera. You hesitantly walked over to him, awaiting his instruction. He picked up shortly before where you had walked in, pausing to declare he had a special guest. “This is…” “(Y/N), pleasure to be here.” You waved awkwardly at the camera. “They’re here on ghost hunting business too.” “Ghost helping actually, I am a medium.”

Keith alternated between filming while he explored and exploring freely without worrying about the camera. You may have liked his on-camera persona (which wasn’t terribly different from his real identity), but his real-self was much more appealing. He seemed less tense, freer to express himself. He was more charming than you’d originally thought, and, truth be told, you had a teensy crush on him and him being genuine only heightened your feelings. Not that you were about to act on them, that would be completely inappropriate. “Do you see any other ghosts?” He interrupted your train of thoughts. “No, but I do think I hear a kid laughing.” You riffled through your bag, grinning when you found what you were looking for: a toddler-sized xylophone. “A xylophone?” “Yup!” You followed the sound of laughter, finding yourselves in a room. On the floor was a child no older than five. It broke your heart that this child, practically still a baby, was stuck here. “Hi, would it be okay if we joined you?” The kid looked up surprised that you could see him. “U-um, okay.” “Thank you. Would you like a new toy?” His eyes lit up. “You have one? I don’t get any new toys. And most people who come here are really mean.” “We aren’t mean, don’t worry. Here.” You placed the xylophone in front of him and he eyed it curiously. “You hit the little stick against the bars and it makes music, try it.” “Okay.” Keith watched as the toy seemingly played on its own. The little boy looked up cheerfully. “This is fun!” You smiled, happy to bring cheer to the ghost child. “What’s your name? Mine is (Y/N), and this is Keith.” Keith waved toward the wall and you had to redirect his hand in the right direction. “I’m James. My mommy and my friends called me Jamie, though.” “Well, Jamie, would you like to try and move on?” He froze. “Everyone who moves on doesn’t come back…” If he could, his eyes would be filling with tears. “Hey, hey, shh shh shh. It’s okay, you don’t have to. I just thought you might want to cause it’s much more peaceful than this place.” Jamie opened his mouth to speak again, but heavy footsteps interrupted him. He shrunk back with even more fear. “I- I have to go.” He vanished. “What’s going on?” Keith tapped your shoulder as he asked the question. Apparently, he heard the footsteps too. “I've got a bad feeling about those footsteps. Jamie said he had to go because of them.” “Jamie?” “The ghost boy.” “Oh.” “Yeah, come on!” You grabbed his hand, running out the door, but just as you made it to the hallway, the source of the footsteps caught up with you. It was a man, different from the one you'd seen earlier. He was dressed in an old-timey doctor apparel and looked sadistically pleased to have spotted you both. “Patients aren't supposed to fraternize.” “We aren’t patients.” “Oh, then the press then?” His expression turned much darker, “We were not notified that anyone from the paper would be here today.” “We aren’t from the paper.” “In that case, you must be dropping off a new patient, let me see him then.” He reached for Keith and you stepped in front of him protectively. “Kosmo, get Keith out of here.” The dog barked his affirmative and began tugging at Keith’s jeans away from the ghost. “Noncompliant guests will be subjected to medical inspection.” He grabbed your jaw so tight you could tell there would be bruising later. “You seem like an adequate patient. What kind of treatment might you need? Perhaps a lobotomy, the chair? So many options…” You shoved him which proved to be futile as your hands just passed right through him. Meanwhile, Kosmo was making very little progress with Keith because he kept trying to get back to help you. “You have no power over me, Doctor, I am not a patient and you have no right to harm me.” He frowned, before grinning, showing bright sinister teeth. “We shall see about that.” Still holding you by your jaw, he pulled you along. Keith finally got past Kosmo and ran to help you, he caught your arm just before you turned the corner. “They’re with me! Get away from them!” Somehow Keith’s pull had loosened you from the creepy doctor's grip. It gave you enough time to run. The three of you ran all the way to the room you found Keith in originally. You’d lost the doctor for now.

Jamie reappeared as Keith and you were recording; while he only showed up as a questionable blur on the camera, you could see him clear as day. Keith recorded for a minute longer before stopping so that you two could speak to him. “Jamie, it’s good to see you again.” “You and your boyfriend got away from Dr. Franklin, that’s good.” “Yeah the do- Wait, he’s not- we aren’t.” “What did Jamie say?” “Oh, he just said that he was happy we got away from the doctor back there.” “Was that all?” “He may ormaynothavecalledyoumyboyfriend…” You mumbled, making it hard for him to catch what you said. “What?” “He thought you were my boyfriend.” “Oh.” Keith blushed and looked away. “Sorry did I say something wrong?” “No, it’s okay, it’s just we are only friends.” Barely that. “Oh, okay.” A childishly mischievous look flashed over Jamie’s face briefly before he wandered over to Kosmo. After that, you couldn’t hear what he said. Kosmo barked, however, so apparently, he heard Jamie. Before you knew it Kosmo was nudging you towards Keith. “Kosmos, what are you, oof.” After an especially hard nudge, he managed to knock you off balance and straight into Keith’s arms, or more accurately onto Keith’s chest. He caught you, scolding Kosmo while doing so. He wasn’t making any move towards letting you go, though- not that you were complaining. You were sure your face was the same color as the blood you’d seen on Doctor Franklin's clothes. Maybe not the most appealing description, but it seemed accurate. “Um, Keith. Can I move?” “Hmm? Oh, right! Sorry.” He let you go, wringing his hands awkwardly once you'd taken a step back. Were the ghost and the dog trying to play matchmaker? Was it working?

The daylight was fading quickly and the spirit activity was quickly becoming overwhelming. You'd had to dodge Dr. Franklin a handful of times and Jamie had since gotten other children ghost on board the S.S. Make Keith and You Fall in Love. Between the romance fueled shenanigans you’d managed to work information out of the ghosts, after all, you had promised yourself you'd help them pass on. From what you’d gathered, Jamie was ready to move on but was too afraid of the unknown to pass on alone. Another kid, the ghost of a young girl who was tied to this plane of existence because of her grisly murder offered to move on with him if she could. All you had to do was tell the world who killed her. She told you the name and you promised to pass it on and find proof for her. That was good enough for her. All you had to do now was convince Jamie. “Jamie, can I talk to you for a second?” “Sure.” “I know you didn’t sound crazy about the idea at first, but Lilly offered to cross over with you so you weren’t alone.” “I don’t want to go! It’s scary.” “I know, but don’t you want to see your mommy again?” “Mommy will be there?” “Of course, sweetie, and I’m sure she’d be so happy to see you again. And then you wouldn't have to worry about Dr. Franklin anymore either.” “I wanna see her again, but what about you and Keith?” “What about me and Keith?” “Who will make sure you two end up happy too?” “I knew you were the one doing this.” “You both are nice, I wanna help.” “I'll tell you what, if you agree to cross over, I’ll ask Keith if he wants to go get coffee with me.” Jamie crinkled his nose, “Why coffee? That’s icky. And also that’s not what I mean.” You got down on his level and whispered. “Go get coffee is like adult code word for go on a date.” “Whoa, adults use code words? Like spies?” You laughed, “Yeah, like spies.” “OK, but you have to ask him first.”

“Keith, can I ask you something?” He was tinkering with his camera which seemed to have stopped working. “Yeah, what is it?” You steeled your nerves as best you could which wasn’t very much. “Would you like to go get coffee with me, after this I mean.” His eyebrows raised in surprise. Had you been too bold? “That sounds nice, actually.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jamie raise his thumb in approval and you laughed inwardly. Who knew a ghost boy would make such a good wingman? As promised, Jamie and Lilly starting to pass on, hand in hand. As they did, they got fainter and fainter, and the energy they gave off became less and less obvious until- nothing. You smiled softly. May they rest peacefully. “Are you ready?” “As I’ll ever be.” “You’re the one that asked me out-” “I was making a joke, of course, I’m ready.” You and Keith, much like Jamie and Lilly, also left the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum hand in hand.

[tmandpm]

This was inspired by a conversation @pecan-sandy and I had. I hope you enjoy, and I’m sorry if there are any grammatical errors. ………………………………………………………………………..

Spring 1960

Theresa studied the small human with fascination. Sure, she had baby dolls. She even had a small pram to push them around in with fake bottles and nappies and a dummy too, but she couldn’t quite take in the real thing. The red faced infant scared her in all honesty. It was flailing its arms and almost screaming as her mother gently rocked it back and forth. She felt a twinge of jealousy watching her mother cuddle the upset baby. Her mummy’s cuddles were for her.

“Theresa,” Zaidee said softly, “would you like to hold him?”

While she was skeptical, but she was also adventurous. A small nod was given as she settled against her mother’s side. She held her arms out and was met with a smile.

“Be very careful, dove. He’s very fragile.” She gently placed the newborn in the small arms waiting for him. She helped the child support the baby with her own arms as she watched Theresa cradle him. “Watch his head.”

“Yes, Mummy,” she said quietly. Her mother picked a pillow up and tucked it under her arms as extra support as she gazed at the baby. He was rather cute the more she looked at him. He had a button nose and soft cheeks, and his little hand was grasping her finger. “He’s cute. What’s his name?”

“James.”

“Like Aunt Lauren’s son,” she said referring to her godmother.

Zaidee smiled at her daughter. “Yes. Like Aunt Lauren’s son.”

Theresa turned her eyes back to the squirming child. She lightly stroked his downy hair before dragging a finger down his cheek. His eyes fluttered open, and she smiled as she watched him yawn and punch his little fists up. She let out a little giggle at the sight. “Mummy, look. What’s he doing?”

The older woman brushed the curls out of Theresa’s face. “He’s just stretching, dove.”

“Can we take him home with us?” She asked, looking up.

“I’m afraid not. Mrs. Adams wouldn’t be too happy to give the baby up, and Jenny would miss her new brother.”

“Jenny can come over and see him. She’s my friend. She likes it at our house,” she stated quite matter-of-factly.

Zaidee laughed. “No, baby. We can’t take him home with us.”

The small girl pouted as she thought about having to leave James with his mum. “But…but…please,” she said, giving her mother the puppy dog eyes she used to usually get anything she wanted from her father.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“Okay,” she said looking down. She didn’t want to give the little thing up now that she saw how cuddly he was. Her grip tightened on him as he he looked up, giving her a gummy smile. She thought he looked odd, but it suited him.

“Theresa, we are about to leave. I’m going to give the baby back to Mrs. Adams,” Zaidee said before scooping the boy up with expert precision and handing him back. “Go get your coat on.”

Doing as she was told, Theresa hopped down from the couch and ran over to where her coat was. Her friend, Jenny, was currently at her grandparents so she didn’t get to see her this time, but she had heard her mother arrange a play date for them. She turned to see the most fascinating sight: Mrs. Adams was holding the baby to her chest with her dress undone. She didn’t think it was inappropriate for they were in her home, and Lord knows she would run around in her knickers in an attempt to escape bath time.

Slowly walking over, she handed her coat to her mother as she watched with great interest. She went through the motions of putting the light blue, jacket on while keeping her eyes trained to the scene in front. The baby was making a suckling noise, and she figured he was eating. But babies eat from bottles. “What’s he doing?”

“Eating, dear,” Mrs. Adams said, flashing her a brilliant smile. “When a woman has a baby, she can feed him from here,” she explained as she pressed a hand to her chest. “You’ll learn when you’re older. I’m sure you’ll do this some day with your own little ones.”

“But I’m a little one now, and I don’t do that,” she said perplexed.

The two older women chuckled when she felt her mother gently lift her into her arms. “We better get home. We have lots to do, don’t we?” She asked, smoothing the golden curls back.

Theresa nodded before laying her head against Zaidee’s shoulder. She was sleepy, and her mother had always been the best pillow.

“I’ll see you later, and he really is adorable,” Zaidee said as she carefully stroked the baby’s head. “We’ll see ourselves out. You stay put. He seems to be enjoying his meal.”

“We will see you at church tomorrow then.”

“Absolutely.”

Theresa gave a small wave from the door before they walked into the cool spring air. Their house was only down the road, and she knew her mother wanted to hurry back to start lunch so she made herself comfortable on Zaidee’s hip. “Mummy, what are we eating?”

“I’m making some sandwiches, but I have to make a few things for that dinner we are having tomorrow night,” she said before pressing a quick kiss to her daughter’s head.

“Am I staying for the dinner?” She was hoping she would. Whenever someone from the church came over to eat dinner or have a meeting with her parents, she was sent to a friend’s house with her father coming to collect her afterwards. She remembered the first time her parents had done it. She was left in tears as her mother dropped her off at Mrs. Johnson’s. She was an older, sweet lady in their church who was upset for the small girl. Theresa remembered how she had scooped her up and rocked her back and forth until she fell into a fitful sleep.

Zaidee’s heart broke as she heard the question asked. She knew Theresa didn’t like being sent off. She knew that she, as her mother, hated doing it, and there was so much hope in the tiny voice. “No, dove. You are going to stay with Mrs. Adams. That’s why went to visit. So I could arrange it.”

“Will me ever get to stay?”

“I’ll talk to Daddy and see what he says.” She dropped another kiss onto the child’s forehead as they passed through the gate. Zaidee quickly went inside before sitting her daughter down on the couch, pulling her shoes and jacket off in the process. “Are you sleepy, dove?”

Theresa nodded and held her arms out again in hopes of being cuddled. She watched her mother set her things aside before sitting by her and pulling her hair bow out. She crawled into her lap and snuggled into her chest, comforted by her breathing and the sound of her heartbeat. “Me’s love you, Mummy,” she said groggily.

“Mummy loves you to, dove.”

She felt the older woman stroke her hair while wrapping an arm around her small frame. She began humming and rocking her back and forth, and Theresa found her eyes fluttering closed.

She awoke a short time later to her father gently rubbing her back. Still half asleep, she sat up and wrapped her small arms around his neck, silently demanding he carry her. She heard him chuckle before she was lifted from her cocoon of warm blankets and pillows on the couch.

“I think she’s still asleep, love,” Hubert said as he passed his wife on the way to the kitchen table.

“She went down for her nap quickly so it doesn’t surprise me. I could tell she was tired at Allison’s.”

“My poor baby. She always seems tired these days.” Theresa felt him kiss her head as she burrowed deeper into the warmth he offered in his arms. “She has had nightmares the last few nights.”

“And I doubt your snoring has helped when she’s crawled in bed with us.”

Hubert wore a look of mock hurt. “I do not snore.”

Zaidee sniggered into her tea. “Sure, love.”

He looked down at Theresa as she tried to catch a few more minutes of sleep. His baby girl was growing up, and he didn’t want to let her go just yet. He held her tighter as he sat at the small table. “Theresa, sweetie,” he whispered, “it’s time for lunch.”

Theresa shifted and yawned before sitting up. Half of her hair was stuck up on her head, and her cheeks were red from the heat of first, the quilt that had been covering her, and then, her father. “Is it?” She asked while rubbing her eyes with tiny fists.

“Yes, sweetie. Mummy made cake for dessert too,” her father said as he tried to smooth her wild hair down.

She looked around in the fading and hazy afterglow of her nap. She had dreamt of her mummy having a baby, a little boy for her to play with. “Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“Can I have the cake first?”

Hubert chuckled as he pulled a napkin over her lap. “I’m afraid not. But if you eat all of your lunch, I’ll make sure you get some ice cream.”

She gave him a sleepy nod as her answer. Her mother made quick work of bringing the food to the table, and she bowed her head and closed her eyes tight when her father said grace. In all honesty, she just wanted to go back to sleep, to her dreams of a sibling. She watched as she was given a cheese sandwich and a small bowl of tomato soup with a warning to let it cool before she ate. “Mummy, can I have something to drink?”

“Of course, dove. I’m sorry I forgot,” Zaidee said as she stood. She filled one of Theresa’s training cups with water before snapping the top on. “Here we are.”

Theresa took the plastic, mint colored cup by both handles and took a long swig. “Thank you, Mummy.”

Hubert spooned the soup into her mouth in between eating his own. He watched how she tore her sandwich into small bits, soaking them in the hot liquid before eating them. He smiled at how she took after his darling wife.

Lunch was an unusually quiet affair. Theresa talked their ears off most of the time with questions and stories while her small, high pitched giggle filled the air. But not today. She was too lost in daydreams of holding a little bundle of joy to talk, but she made sure she had her cake and ice cream after cleaning her plate. Soon, the family retired back to the living room: Hubert was finishing up his sermon, Zaidee was adding another two inches to her ever growing daughter’s dress, and Theresa was playing with her dolls.

“Mummy,” she said sweetly, “when are we getting a baby?”

Both of her parents stopped. Zaidee set her sewing aside while Hubert gently closed his Bible. They shared a look before they each kneeled on the floor so they could be closer to their daughter.

“Dove, why do you think we are getting a baby?” Zaidee asked.

“Jenny got one. When can we get one?”

Hubert looked down and sighed before holding his wife’s hand. “Sweetheart, babies don’t work that way. Just because Jenny got one doesn’t mean we are getting one,” he said softly.

Wide, innocent, green eyes looked at him. “Why?”

“They…they just don’t. God knows when a family needs to grow, and he will give that family a baby,” he stumbled trying to explain.

“Does God not think we need a baby then?” She was confused. She knew that God brought families together. It’s why they got married in a church, or at least, that’s what she thought.

“Dove,” Zaidee said as she reached out to gently tuck a piece of fallen hair behind her ear, “nobody knows what God thinks. He thinks of things we never could.”

She had heard that said many times in church. “But…but all my friends have one. Jenny and Moira and Hazel and Grace and Elizabeth. Even the boys get one,” she said in confusion. She couldn’t understand why everyone but her was entitled to a new baby.

Hubert sighed and looked at his wife. He didn’t know how he could possibly get it through to the small child in front of him that they had tried to give her a sibling, and it didn’t work out. “Come here, little one,” he gently scooped her up in his arms and brought her against his chest. “Do you remember last year when you went to stay with Granny Amy?”

“Yes, Daddy.” How could she forget? Her mother had been taken seriously ill. She had watched with teary eyes as her mother had laid there, pale and lifeless. “Mummy was sick.”

Zaidee took a deep breath and kissed Theresa’s head. “I wasn’t sick exactly, dove. Mummy was expecting a baby,” she explained.

“You had a baby? Where is it?”

Tears began to collect in Zaidee’s eyes. “It’s in heaven. Mummy…mummy had a baby growing in her tummy, and God decided that we didn’t need one just yet,” she explained tearfully.

Hubert held her hand in his. He could still see the joy she wore on her face as she told him that he would need to repaint Theresa’s crib. They had just decided to tell their eldest when he woke up to hear her sobbing on the bathroom floor, blood surrounding her. “So God took that baby home to heaven so He could take care of it.”

Theresa was shocked that God could be so…mean. She had been taught he was a loving, merciful God, and the one her parents were talking about sounded cruel. “That was mean. He didn’t need to do that.”

“Oh, no, dove,” Zaidee rushed to correct her. “God isn’t mean. He isn’t mean at all. He took the baby with Him because He could care for it in ways we never could. He loves you, and He loves that little baby. That’s why He did it.”

“God has a will for all of us, Theresa. Remember, ‘For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord.’ Never forget that,” her father said firmly.

“He took it because He loved it? Does that mean He is going to take me too since you said He loves me?” The small girl asked fearfully.

“He will one day. He will take all of us one day, dove, but I think He has big plans for you. In fact, I think He is going to let you change the world so He won’t be taking you anytime soon,” Zaidee soothed. She curled into her husband’s side and placed a hand on her little girl’s back.

Theresa looked at them and smiled. She snuggled into her father and held her mother’s hand. “I hope He lets me keep both of you forever.”

………………………………..

Spring 1984

“Is there a history of miscarriage in your family?” The man asked.

“My mother had one,” Theresa said. She was cold in the small room, but she was so very happy. She was just over eight weeks pregnant the scan showed.

“Just the one?”

“Yes.”

The young doctor smiled. “Did she have any problems in that area?”

“Not that I’m aware,” she said distractedly. She just wanted to stare at the little flickering light that was her baby’s heartbeat. “Can I have a few pictures? I want to surprise my husband with it.”

“Of course,” he said happily. It was always rewarding when he saw the pure elation on a patient’s face when he told them they were pregnant. “Have you two been trying?”

Theresa looked at him and smiled. “Yes. Almost two years.”

“Well, then I know you are happy. I only have a few things to go over with you.” He handed her a towel so she could wipe the gel off of her stomach. He waited until she was sitting up on the table to talk. “Now, it has been shown that women whose mothers have suffered miscarriages have a slightly higher risk, but you are young and healthy. I don’t think there should be many, if any, problems.”

“I understand. Is there anything I can do to try and ensure that I don’t…lose it?” She hated to even say it.

“Just rest and take care of yourself. That’s the most anyone can do.”

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TAGGING: Barbie Blossom ( @missbarbieblossom ), Kimmy Wilde ( @kimmywilde )

MENTIONS: N/A

WHEN: Saturday, July 14th

WHERE: Main Hall, Leonardo’s house.

NOTES: No major triggers.

Barbie Blossom

Barbie was dressed in a black dress that was made of lace and showed plenty of legs. She loved being in places like this and fancy parties. Taking a flute of punch, she smiled as she moved, enjoying the light music falling around them. "Isn't this simply marvelous?"

Kimmy Wilde

Kimmy tries not to notice the contrast that the black lace had against Miss Barbie's pale thighs and nodded eagerly.  "It is very fancy, Miss," she replied, then sipped her own drink.  The taste was snot what she expected.  "Oh, it's so sweet!"

Barbie Blossom

Barbie had insisted the girl accompanied her and Kimmy seemed not to mind. She had noticed her eyes would slip down and then back up from time to time.  She smiled at her and then she looked at the punch. "Oh, I'm so sorry, darling. Should we get you some water instead?" She asked, a worried look over her features.

Kimmy Wilde

"No, Miss Barbie!" she said, fingers wrapping around her glass.  "It's good, just not what I'm used to.  Daddy only let us have milk, water, lemonande, grape, apple and orange juice.  I've never had anything like this before."

Barbie Blossom

Barbie laughed as she watched the tiny blonde. "I suppose we can let you live a little, can't we?" She teased her, not taking the drink but sipping her own. "Your father kept you so sheltered, my dear." Barbie commented, brushing a few strand blonde locks off her shoulder.

Kimmy Wilde

"Yes, Miss Barbie.  Daddy wanted to protect us and teach us how to walk the paths God intended for us," she said, licking her lips.  "I always had to wonder though...God makes all people, so we're all how he wants us to be.  But then Daddy says some people are born bad.  That just makes no sense!"

Barbie Blossom

Barbie raised an eyebrow before unable to stop herself from rolling them. "And what path is that you, darling? Claimed and pregnant as often as possible?" She asked, her. "You're smart to wonder. God makes everyone and while there are some bad people, people have free will. But no one is born bad, darling. No one." She said, watching the girl carefully.

Kimmy Wilde

Kimmy shrugged.  "Well...pretty much.  He always said that would be living up to the expectations of my mark.  And he doesn't approve of controversy," she said, fiddling with her drink.  "No, I know.  And I know some of the things Daddy says are bad really aren't."  Her cheeks flushed as she said the last bit in a whisper, feeling defiant.

Barbie Blossom

"Is that what you want, Kimmy? I do think there are oter ways to live up to your mark, sweetie." Barbie said, sure that there were other layers to the girl. "And what is a controversy in his eyes?" She asked with a small drink of her punch. "Name me a few. I'll like to hear them." The girl had whispered it and she could feel the rebellion against her father and she loved it.

Kimmy Wilde

Taking a deep breath, Kimmy hummed.  "Maybe I want babies some day...but I don't thing I want to be a baby factory," she admitted.  "Controversy is anything Daddy doesn't approve of.  He didn't like my leotards for gymnastics, said they were too revealing."  Her eyes widened when asked to expound on what she thought.  In a small voice, she said, "I don't think non-christians are going to hell...and I don't think god hates gays.  I think he loves them just like he loves all his children."

Barbie Blossom

Barbie watched the girl with a smile on her lips as she spoke. "Babies are awfully cute, aren't they?" She said, finishing her drink and sitting it down. "Oh, now that seems like a sight to behold. Anything else he didn't like that you did?" Barbie watched as blue doe eyes grew even wider when she was told to continue her thoughts. Taking the girl's hand after she finished her own punch, Barbie began to lead them to the dance floor. "I am very inclined to agree with you. God hating the gays but making us so fabulous would be oh so disappointing. I like your thoughts, darling."

Kimmy Wilde

She nodded. "They are and they's so cuddly and smell like new people smell!" she enthused, cheeks going pink when Barbie mentioned how she might look in her leotard.  "He would have liked if I was smarter.  I get pretty good grades but not the best."  SHe felt her heart thumping hard as Barbie led her out to dance.  She swallowd and then leaned close enough to say quietly, "I like boys, but...I like girls in the same way, Miss Barbie.  I never said it  out loud before!"

Barbie Blossom

Barbie laughed as Kimmy spoke of babies but she wasn’t wrong in the slightest bit. “That much they do, darling and who doesn’t like that?” Barbie asked, seeing the girl flush when spoke of her in a revealing outfit. The ginger couldn’t help but enjoy it. Confidently making her way to the middle of the floor, she held the girl as she began dancing with the petite blonde. “Something tells me you’re wiser than you give yourself credit for, my dear.” As they moved the girl leaned in closely to whisper her little proclamation. “I think that’s very wonderful and you should say it over and over. Thank you for sharing that with me.” Barbie said, gracefully spinning the little slave.

Kimmy Wilde

It was such a relief to say it to someone, but Kimmy couldn't help feeling nervous.  Daddy would be so, so angry!  "I don't know about saying it over and over just yet," she said, giggling a little hysterically.  "But thank you for accepting me as I am, Miss!"  She let the Mistress twirl her around the dance floor, hoping no one would think badly of two girls dancing together.

Barbie Blossom

Barbie laughed at the girl who was giggling with such cuteness. “It’ll be our little secret, cupcake.” The ginger said, liking how free she felt saying it. “Of course, you’re perfect just as you are, Kimmy. I hope your Daddy doesn’t make you give up that part of you. Trust me, you would make a mistress very happy.” Barbie said with a wink. She led the dance, this one more lively and fun. Next a slower song came on.  Her ha d found the small of her date’s back and pulled her close

Kimmy Wilde

Unable to contain her excited wiggle, Kimmy smiled up at Miss Barbie.  "I  hope I get claimed by graduation," she said, not wanting to think about what might happen if she wasn't.  Daddy might just try to claim her, to control her forever.  When the song became slower, she blushed, but tucked her cheek against the taller girl's shoulder.

Barbie Blossom

It was easy to bring delight to the perky girl and she enjoyed doing it. “Trust me, someone is going to buy you up way before graduation.” The mistress said, more than confident. She knew this made Kimmy nervous but the ginger just danced gently with her. “Remember while you’re here, Daddy can’t see you or know what you’re doing, enjoy it.” Barbie said in a low whisper, her hand dipping a bit lower as she swayed and held the tiny blonde close

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Nesting (11/?): Ben the Bewildered Babysitter

Summary:  Ben's having a great time with his little siblings...until they try hide and go seek on for size.

Note: Enochian is a @#&*#% difficult language to find a dictionary for, and most of them do not contain normal words like 'father'. As such, I have borrowed 'Aba' as the Enochian father from...some fanfiction I can't remember the title of. So Aba is Cas.

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           As far as Ben could understand, his little brother and sister were mostly human.

           Nephilim were still frowned upon, and Cas hadn’t gotten pregnant (or gotten Dad pregnant), and both kids had human souls. They needed to eat and sleep, and Ben changed enough diapers to know that they sure as hell did that too.

           But mostly human…well, it wasn’t human. Some of Cas' Grace had gone into their creation, and it popped up in unexpected ways.

           It took Ben a while to realize that Mary Jo had learned to talk. It sounded like babble to him, but Cas explained that she was speaking in Enochian. “Don’t worry,” he assured Ben. “She will learn English soon enough."

           Baby Adam couldn’t understand Enochian, but he terrified the life out of Dad when, startled by a squirrel at the park, the baby suddenly had a blade in his hand. Dad took it away from him, and Balthazar built a ward that would keep the blade out of the child’s reach until he was at least ten (Dad was pushing for twelve).

           So there was some weirdness, but they were awesome kids and Ben liked taking care of them (once they were past diaper age). Which is why he eagerly volunteered to take care of them for the day while Dad and Cas went for a drive together. Mary was five now, and Adam was almost two, and they had at least seven games they loved to play with Ben. His aunts and uncles would be in and out of the Bunker if necessary, and he kind of had an Archangel on speed dial. They’d be fine.

           And they were.

           Mostly.

           It started out so simply. They played Snakes and Ladders in the morning (or tried to; Adam didn’t really understand the point of the game). Then they watched cartoons and had fruit salad, which Ben had discovered was a treat when you could have whatever fruit you wanted. Then Adam went down for a nap, and Ben read Mary some stories. When Adam woke up, he clung to Ben like a baby koala as they ate lunch. He was always cuddly after a nap.

           Then Mary had an idea.

           “Ben, can we play Hide n’ seek?”

           Ben hesitated. He loved Hide and Seek. He loved it. But they were so little, and there were so many rooms in the Bunker…what if they got lost? There were quite a few hallways that the kids weren’t allowed to be in, no matter what.

           “How about this?” he compromised. He found a roll of duct tape and led Mary down the hall, Adam still clinging to him. Bending carefully, Ben laid down a piece of tape. “We can only hide on this side of the line, okay?” That left several rooms and kept “The room that makes weird noises and even Gabriel doesn’t want to go in” firmly off limits.

           “Kay!” Mary reached her arms up and took Adam from Ben. “We hide, you seek!”

           The first two rounds went well. Ben did his best to draw out the seeking even when he could see little feet poking out from underneath the bed. He hid one round, and made sure he was breathing as loudly as possible so the little ones could find him.

           Then it was his turn to seek again, and he was surprised to discover that they’d gotten much better at it. For one thing, neither kid was in Dad and Cas’ room (the only place they’d hidden so far). They weren’t hiding in their room either, or the library, or the kitchen…

           Ben didn’t start getting worried until he started checking the places he hid when he played with Dad and Uncle Sam…and they weren’t there either.

           “Mary? Adam?” He glanced towards the line of tape. Maybe…

           Half an hour later, Ben was seriously freaking out. He’d checked every single room past the line, even the bad room (the door was bolted on the inside today, so they couldn’t have gotten in).

           “MJ? Adam? Come on, you guys win! Come out and we can have ice cream or something!”

           No answer.

           Desperate, Ben checked again. He even crawled through the cars in the garage, but Mary and Adam were nowhere to be found.

           Aunt Sarah drove in just as he was starting to think that he might be dreaming. But he’d never dreamt about a very pregnant Aunt Sarah struggling to maneuver suitcase out of a packed trunk. He rushed over to help her.

           “Thank you, sweetie,” Aunt Sarah sighed. “Sam needed to drop the books we bought at the store. He’ll be home soon, and I want to get his present hidden.” She looked around. “Where are MJ and Baby Adam?”

           Ben’s heart almost stopped. “We’re playing Hide and Seek,” he explained. “They’re getting…really good.”

           Aunt Sarah nodded. “It’s nice that you like to play with them so much. Sam and I will have to get you to babysit when the twins come.”

           Ben swallowed hard. No one was going to ask him to babysit if he lost his baby sister and brother. Aunt Sarah left with her suitcase and Ben sank onto a chair, hands trembling. What could he do? Dad and Cas were going to be home in an hour or so, and he had no idea where the kids were.

           Then he had an idea.

           He put his hands together and prayed. Uncle Gabriel, I need your help. Please?

           Gabriel was there a second later. “What’s up, Ben?” He noticed Ben’s worried frown. “Did you break something?”

           “No.” Ben’s voice wobbled. “I lost Mary and Adam.” He blurted out the story.

           Gabriel considered this. “You know, I think they might just be hiding where you can’t see them.”

           “What?”

           “Angels can turn invisible. And Mary and Adam do have some grace of their own. It’s entirely possible that they did that, maybe without meaning to, or…” and Gabriel raised his voice, “maybe they did it because they thought it was funny, and don’t realize how scared you are. How about that, Mary Jo Winchester?”

           Ben whirled around but he couldn’t see anything.

           “You’ve got two seconds to come back onto this plane, Mary, and bring your brother with you. You’ve made Ben get really worried.”

           There was a pause. Gabriel’s frown disappeared. “Oh, you’re stuck? Hang on sweetie.” To Ben’s shock, Gabriel reached into the air next to them, grabbed hold of something and pulled. Mary tumbled into Gabriel’s hold, Adam on her back. The little boy was crying, and Mary looked scared herself.

           “Thank you, Uncle Gabe!”

           “You’re welcome.” Gabriel handed Adam to Ben, and the toddler curled up in Ben’s arms, crying loudly. “You know you’re not supposed to do that when Daddy and Aba aren’t here.”

           “I just wanted to surprise Ben,” Mary sobbed. “But then I couldn’t get back, and neither could Addy, and Ben couldn’t hear us!”

           “Ben doesn’t have Grace, remember?” Gabriel’s stern look was fading. “He can’t sense you properly. And he can’t pull you out, at least not yet.”

           Mary sobbed again, and Ben reached out to her. “You were trying to surprise me, right?” he said softly.

           “I want to be good at Hide and Seek too,” Mary said, hiccupping. “And Aba was teaching me how to plane-walk and I thought it would be funny. And Adam knows how to a little bit.”

           “Was scared,” Adam said, looking up at Ben with huge blue eyes. Ben kissed his forehead.

           “I’m sorry, Ben,” Mary whispered.

           “It’s okay, MJ,” Ben said. He leaned forward and hugged the little girl. “Just be careful when you play a joke, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

           “And it helps if the joke will actually be funny,” Gabriel pointed out. “You didn’t try to get out until way after Ben was already scared. You need to work on your timing.” But he smiled. “You just need some practice.”

           That gave Ben an idea. “Uncle Gabriel, do you have a little while?”

           “I don’t have any pressing plans, why?”

           “How about we play Hide and Seek together and we teach MJ and Adam how to hide really well? Then they don’t need to plane-walk.”

           Gabriel laughed. “Sounds like a plan.”

           Mary held Ben’s hand. “Love you, Ben.”

           “Love you too, MJ.” Ben tugged at her. “C’mon, I’ll teach you how to hide really well.”

           The video faded out, and Cas leaned against his husband. “Well, that was interesting.”

           Dean nodded, eyes still fixed on the screen. Gabriel had dropped into the Bunker about two hours before, and had been streaming them live video of their children’s antics. I promise I’ll step in if it goes bad, but this is hilarious.

           And it had been funny at first. Mary kept making faces at Ben’s back, and Adam actually jumped over Ben’s head and landed in a ‘ta-da!’ pose in front of his older brother. Ben had walked right through him, startling the toddler.

           Then Mary tried to jump in front of Ben too, and she couldn’t get Ben’s attention.

           “Dearest?” Cas asked. “What’s wrong?”

           “Ben has no Grace,” Dean said quietly. “And neither do I. What if they’re with me, and something goes wrong?”

           Cas considered that. “You can always pray to me or my nest.”

           “But they’re my children. I want to be able to help them.”

           “I can ask my Father if there is a way to let all of you plane-walk,” Cas offered. “And we can learn precisely what Mary and Adam will be capable of, and work to cover those points.” He kissed Dean’s head. “But no matter what, you will help them just by being willing to listen and ask for help when you need it.”

           Dean leaned his forehead against Cas’. “I just don’t want them to be afraid.”

           “We’ll work together so they won’t be,” Cas said firmly. “I promise. And in the meantime, what shall we do about this incident?”

           The screen went bright again, and Ben appeared, lying still on the ground and showing Mary how to control your breath. Gabriel was watching and giving Ben a poke to the side every so often, trying to throw the 17 year old off his game.

           Dean smiled. “I think Ben’s got this under control, and we’ll work on the rest when we get back. Let him do the big brother thing for now.” He winced sympathetically as Mary and Adam leaped onto their brother and started tickling him, Ben doing his best not to throw them off.

           Cas chuckled. “We have wonderful children, don’t we?”

           “Yes, we do.”

[egobangrip-blog]

Baby Powder (Chapter 1)

This is the first time I’ve ever actually tried writing this kink so here goes! its also the longest thing i’ve ever written.

This fic contains ABDL and watersports, so read at your own discretion!

Since this is my first time posting i’ll say its worth noting that what i see when writing something like this is two consenting adults having fun, that’s it. (there are no implications of pedophilia when i write this kink) I really hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Egobang

Words: 4,189

Also i’m working on making an Ao3 account so if you’re reading on phone please bare with me! I will also be taking prompts and answering any questions you may have!

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“Daddy, it itches…” he squirmed. Danny was lost in headspace. He’d been there for a hefty amount of time, Arin had come over while Barry and Suzy were filming a big Table Flip project further outside the state and Dan had lost a bet. Which resulted in a couple of plastic bags and a grin from the younger man as he stood outside the door prior, ready for someone else’s idea of fun.

“Well I’m sorry, sweetie. You have to wear it.” Dan’s shirt was riding up, and there were bruises lingering around his waistline from a few days ago. “We don’t want you having an accident like last time, hm?” Dan responded with a huff, and he tried to loosen the band of the diaper, which was actually fitting quite snug, but someone has to be a drama queen. “Come on, let’s go eat.” Arin stood up and held his hand out to Dan, who grabbed it tightly and wrapped his arms around Arin’s own.

It should have been weird, it was weird, they were the same height. Hell, Dan is years older than Arin, but here they are: Fulfilling each other’s kinky shame. Dan sat on the edge of the bench, his spindly legs hanging off the edge and almost touching the floor, as it was. Arin rummaged around in the fridge, passing containers out onto the bench filled with leftovers from last night. “Oh, that’s right.” He said, whipping out a sippy-cup of orange juice and holding it out for Dan with an unironically happy smile on his face. Dan, however, snatched it from his hands and turned to the side, pointing it downwards into his mouth.

“Hey, what’s your problem?!” Arin folded his arms and puffed out his chest slightly.

“Nothing!” Dan snapped, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

“No, something’s definitely wrong. You were so good up until now,” Arin leaned in to Dan, pressing his hands to the edge of the counter to hold himself up. “now you’re being naughty.” Arin slid his hand into the waistband of Dan’s diaper, and they maintained perfect eye contact, their noses just inches apart.

Danny’s face flushed and Arin could feel the heat radiating off of it as he moved his hand around for far too long to be-

“What are you doing, Daddy?”

“I’m just…” Arin’s hand was delving in, touching Dan where it tickled, and where it felt good, where it felt intrusive. The gaze they shared 2 inches from each other was a lust filled one. Arin’s eyes devious, Dan’s eager and frightened in a way. Arin’s breath was warm on Dan’s lips, and his fingers traced up a line along his dick. Dan gasped at the sudden, but slow contact. They were both becoming erect, Dan more visibly to the two, obviously. “…checking to see if you’re dry.” Arin threw on a wicked grin as he yanked his hand out of the diaper and gave Dan a firm pat on the crotch. “I thought it might explain why you’re so grumpy!” His voice was three shades of bullshit lighter than it needed to be, exaggerating the fun he was having with this.

“Well it’s not so dry now. And I’m twice as grumpy.” Dan muttered under his breath, referring to the light dribble of pre-cum leaking into the diaper. And now he was horny, he’d have Arin make it up to him later.

“Heard that.” Arin left the room with a finger to the air. “I’ll be right back, sweetie you just stay there.” Dan decided to be obedient this time. He looked around the kitchen lightly kicking his feet as they dangled off the edge of the counter. He considered touching himself, but then considered the consequences. Maybe Arin would spank him. No, don’t think about that. Dan took a sip of O.J. from his little sippy-cup, trying his best to supress the growing hardness that was nagging at him from below.

“Here you go, darling.” Arin came back into the room, holding out a blue pacifier and Dan’s cuddly green stegosaurus toy. The sight of his stego made him fall deeper into headspace, a genuine happiness filling his chest and breaking a smile when he saw it. He held his hands out to Arin’s left option, making grabby hands at the toy and he hugged it tightly as Arin slid the paci into his mouth.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Dan spoke softly around the porcelain in his mouth and looked up at Arin through his eyelashes. God he looked adorable, Arin remembered how much he genuinely loves Dan upon seeing that. But that didn’t mean he didn’t feel slightly devious. Slightly guilty. Slightly horny.

“You’re welcome, baby.” Arin’s hand stroked gently over Dan’s hair. Dan nuzzled into his touch, leading his own cheek into the cup of Arin’s hand. Arin shivered at the contact, and it felt like a blowdart of adrenaline was being shot into him. “Why don’t we go to bed, dear?” Dan held the pacifier to his mouth as he yawned at the thought, and nodded gently, wiping his eyes and cautiously sliding down from the bench to make sure he didn’t knock anything over.

Arin felt all kinds of energy as they made their way into the bedroom. Excited, horny, guilty, he knew it would all be fine in the end, but still want to play it cool just in case.  He closed the door gently behind him and faced Dan, who was crawling into bed and stretching out. His diaper rode down slightly, and his happy trail looked thicker as it got lower down Dan’s body. Oh good, now Arin was staring at Dan’s crotch.

“Daddy?” And it looks like Dan noticed. “Are you getting in? I’m cold.” Dan batted his eyelashes at Arin, and his hair fell around his face delicately. He looked irresistible. Arin glanced at him from the side and pulled his shirt off. The scrawnier man shuffled over on the bed to give Arin room, but it didn’t look like he wanted it, as he climbed in and snuggled up, wrapping his big arms around Dan’s waist.

“Are you still cold?” Arin almost whispered. It sent a chill down Dan’s spine, he loves that quiet deep voice.

“A…a little.” Dan encompassed himself in Arin’s bulk, enough that he could smell the shampoo in his hair. Dan felt safe. Although his head was quiet, he was aware of Arin’s protection of him. Like he would do nothing to hurt him, because he wouldn’t. The little held his head up and out of Arin’s neck, and looked into his eyes. Arin stared back with heavy lids, and Dan smiled widely. He was so happy. Arin brought a hand to cup Dan’s jaw again, and they both got the same idea. They collided lips and the younger brought his hands further down Dan’s chest. The two became more passionate, rougher, but not enough to hurt each other. Dan let out a breathy whine as Arin’s thumbs circled around his nipples, pinching and squeezing every now and then.

Dan got chills, but he wasn’t cold anymore. He had his hands grasped in the waistband of Arin’s pants. He wasn’t insinuating anything, but he certainly wouldn’t refuse anything offered to him. Arin brought his hands further up Dan’s chest, to the back of his neck, into his hair. He flattened his hands on the back of Dan’s scalp, then balled the hair in his fist. That made Dan’s eyes roll back, and he moaned. The pleasure caused him to dip out of headspace for the slightest moment.

“Are you gonna be a good boy for me, Danny?” Arin cooed. He never called him that unless he was little. “Do you wanna feel good?”

“Yes, Daddy, I want to feel good.” Dan was writhing and burying his head into Arin’s neck. He needed Arin to do something quick or he might implode. “I’ll be a good boy.”

“Good boy.” Arin repeated. He swirled his hand through Dan’s hair again and brought it down to his lips. Dan sucked on his fingers for a few seconds before Arin began tracing lines down Dan’s spine with his other hand, which made him groan more. He was impatient when he was little, so Arin could tell how hard he was trying to be obedient.

Arin gently held Dan’s waist and looked him in the eyes until Dan affirmed with a nod of the head and a sweet smile. He slowly dragged his hands down the ‘V’ of Dan’s stomach, where it met his crotch, and slid his hand into the diaper delicately. It was almost unbearably slow for Dan, and he began to squirm again; his heart running wild. He had to cover his blushing face and hold his mouth shut he was so overwhelmed.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me,” Arin rasped in Dan’s ear. “I think you deserve a reward.” He turned Dan from his side to his back, and slithered down the length of his body to straddle his thin legs.

“What kind of reward?” Dan was milking it a little bit, he just wanted to hear Arin say it, he always got off on dirty talk.

“It’s a special surprise, just for you, sunshine.” Arin hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of the diaper and Dan lifted his ass off the bed a little, allowing Arin to slide it down. Not all the way, just enough for him to get on with it.

He grabbed Dan’s dick, which was already erect, and gave it a few slow strokes. He could feel it pulsing hot under his hand. He licked a long stripe up the length of it, and Dan had to cover his face again. Arin reached up Dan’s stomach and sides just to slide his hands down again, very, very slowly. Dan let out a strangled cry as Arin wrapped his lips around his cock and hollowed his cheeks. The rhythm of their movements fell into sync almost immediately. They knew each other’s moves, but they could never get used to them, in a good way.

“H-unh-Ar…Arin” Dan had his head thrown back and both hands on the back of Arin’s head.

“Who?” Arin questioned as he looked up into Dan’s eyes with a fierce, but patient look. He was willing to let this go on for as long as he wanted.

“D…Daddy,” Dan whined breathily. “Daddy…please”

“Please what? Tell me what you want, baby.”

Dan couldn’t articulate what he wanted Arin to do, he just let out impatient thrusts to the air, accompanied by whines and whimpers. Headspace had gotten a hold of him, he couldn’t communicate properly.

“Sh-sh-shhhh. It’s ok, I think I get it, sweetie.” Arin threw on his most loving look and leaned up to Dan’s lips, pushing the curly hair behind his ear. The younger man really knew how to make things draw out for as long as he could. Their breaths became weak and shaky by the time Arin decided to move down Dan’s neck again. He tongued at Dan’s nipples, eliciting plenty of high-pitched mewls from the little.

“Daddy, I swear to god if you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to explode.” Dan broke character for a moment, but knew how to address his daddy to keep his attention.

“Awfully big words for such a widdle baby” Arin pouted up at Dan, but he did agree it was time to kick it up a notch for the night. “Can you help Daddy get his pants off? If you do well enough maybe I’ll let you have what you want.”

Dan held eye contact with Arin as he knelt down and slithered his hands into the waistband of Arin’s sweatpants. For some reason, Arin always felt the need to tie up the drawstring around his hips when they did anything like this. Probably for the way Dan looked at him through hooded lids as he pulled one end delicately to let it unravel itself. It didn’t do much, but the fabric was held up slightly less by Arin’s erection.

Dan watched intently as his hands drew down the band of the pants and underwear around his partner’s hips, letting his cock finally spring free. He gave it a few pumps, then brought his mouth close to the base of Arin’s length and sucked along the side of it, his stubble just grazing along Arin’s balls.

“Oh yeah… Just like that, Danny, fuck, your mouth feels so good…” Arin shivered at the contact, but he wanted to give Dan what he craved. “Baby…fuck- why don’t… why don’t you come sit on Daddy’s lap?” He offered.

Danny bit his lip to keep himself from smiling too wide at the idea. Arin motioned for Dan to lift up his knees so he could slide the diaper all the way down, kicking it off his feet. Arin crawled up to the pillows with his cock still standing proud, he’d managed to take his shirt and pants off before Dan could situate himself on top of him. Arin still kept his black boxer-briefs where his thighs met his ass, and Dan was only wearing his oversized tee. It looked adorable, to say the least, especially with how scrawny his legs were.

“Ok…just quickly-“ Arin averted his eyes from Dan’s. “You…you’re clean, right?”

“Dude you think I wouldn’t prepare for anything whenever we do this shit? Shame on you.” Dan cupped Arin’s flushed face in his hands and kissed the top of his head, leaning down from where he was sitting on Arin’s lower stomach.

“Ok, ok I was just checking.” Arin chuckled, slightly bouncing the skinnier man. “Could you do Daddy a favour and grab me that little bottle in the drawer there?” he motioned to the left of himself. Dan reached over and rummaged until he found a little blue bottle of lube, and handed it to Arin. “Good boy.”

Dan shifted himself so that he was sitting on Arin’s thighs, giving them both access to the cock between them. Arin popped open the lid, but Dan’s hand grasped around it and he took it into his own. He squeezed a generous amount into his hand and lathered it on Arin’s dick. Arin didn’t protest, he just let Dan touch him. From jerking the base to tracing his thumb around the tip. It was almost heavenly enough at it is. But they both knew what they wanted to do.

“Can I get on Daddy’s lap now please?” Dan batted his eyelashes at his big, and Arin panted, god that was hot.

“Anything for you, sweetie.” Arin’s firm hands lifted Dan’s ass up, and Dan pressed his palms into Arin’s chest. It wasn’t going to be difficult, but he lowered himself down slowly regardless, making it agonizing for Arin. The shirt was still covering Dan’s cock, and it left a wet patch on the hem where it was elevated. Arin reached under the shirt and smeared the pre-cum from the tip all the way over the rest of his cock.

“Oh… Daddy you’re so… big…” Dan was panting breathlessly as Arin bounced him and thrusted.

“Tell me,” Arin responded with sweat beading on his forehead. “Tell me how much you love riding daddy’s cock.”

“So much… I love it so much… I love the way Daddy’s cock feels inside me-AH~! When he fills me up…”

“Oh god you’re so hot right now, fuck. Dan, you’re so tight.” Arin’s thumbs were pressing into the thinnest part of Dan’s waist, no doubt leaving bruises. Dan was looming over Arin’s face, his hair wild like a beast and drool leaking out the side of his lips. His body became too tight and worn to continue rolling his hips on his own. Arin thought he was going to cum, and he didn’t want that. As much as Arin was over the moon with just Dan riding him…

“Lay back, baby.” Arin instructed, as he pulled out and stood up on his knees. Dan did as he was told, and his hair fluffed around his face as he let himself drop back onto the sheets. All his limbs were bent, his legs slightly inwards in an innocently protective manner, he stared up at Arin with an engaged look and nibbled the tip of his own thumb. Arin parted his little’s knees and aligned himself with his entrance again. He threw Dan’s legs over his shoulders, and lifted him slightly by the ass so that he could shuffle in closer. Not that they could really be any closer by this point.

“Just relax, honey. Let Daddy do all the work now, ok?” Arin had a sweet, calming tone to his voice. The kind that he used to get Dan into littlespace. And fuck if it wasn’t working, if Dan didn’t have a dick in his ass he’d have drifted off. Arin slid his cock into Dan and rolled his hips, slower than when Dan was riding him, but it made him writhe. The head of Dan’s cock was dribbling pre onto his stomach and pubic hair, but he didn’t care. All that mattered now was his pleasure, and his daddy’s pleasure. Dan reached up to swirl his thumbs over Arin’s nipples, which were puffy and pink. Arin threw his head back and moaned, his hips stuttering inside of Dan.

“Oh… shit, Dan I’m gonna cum soon if you keep doing that.” Arin leaned down and kissed Dan roughly, tongues wrestling and sweat mingling. Dan traced his hands up Arin’s back into his hair and the younger man’s breathing became erratic. Arin wrapped his arms around Dan between his back and the sheets beneath him, burying his face into the older’s stubbled neck. He whimpered and whined Dan’s name breathlessly as he came; gushing thick cum, spilling into his lover.

There was a brief moment of silence when the heart beats slowed down and the breathing became quieter. Arin was still nuzzled in Dan’s neck, lightly kissing down his jawline to his collarbone. Dan ran his hands gently through Arin’s hair, he was in a limbo between regular headspace and littlespace, dropping in and out at times. But he didn’t want it to be over until the job was done.

“Did I do a good job, Daddy?” he basically whispered to Arin, whose head was still holding Dan’s chin up.

“Y-yeah, baby… you did so well…” The younger man responded with a satisfied sigh. “You did such a good job making daddy feel good. Do you wanna feel good all over? Do you wanna feel tingly?” Dan shuddered at the way he said ‘tingly’, As silly as it sounds.

“Yeah, I do… I wanna feel good, Daddy!” Dan began grinding his hips up to Arin, that familiar quietness filling his head like a gas. Arin tucked his own hair behind his ear and slid down Dan’s body, maintaining eye contact. He lapped up the pre-cum that had gathered on Dan’s belly, and the pubic hair tangled with Arin’s beard which made the little giggle hysterically as his stomach was being tickled. It was still all so sexy to him in a way, and the laughter was only driving him further into headspace. It was a very confusing time in Dan’s life, but he didn’t care.

Arin had finally found his way to Dan’s cock again, still hot and throbbing. He licked a long stripe from his balls all the way up to the head. Dan already knew he was close, so his hornier side was taking over. If he didn’t know better from experience, he’d have shoved his dick to the back of Arin’s throat. Then again he did know Arin could deepthroat—

“You can fuck my face if you want.” Arin looked up at Dan with lidded eyes and an already hoarse voice. Well, fuck, you can’t say no to an opportunity like that!

“Are- are you sure?”

“Yes, I love your cock baby you can do whatever you want, cause you made me feel so good.” Arin put on a bit of a rasp to his voice.

Dan streaked his hands through Arin’s hair, and latched on gently to the roots. He coaxed his cock to the back of Arin’s throat with gentle thrusts, going deeper and deeper each time. He didn’t want to hurt Arin, but it didn’t appear to bother him anyway. Arin moaned around the cock in his mouth, which sent jolts all through Dan’s body and he shuddered again. He rolled his hips in a rhythm close to the way he dances when he’s in that spandex outfit of his, you know the one.

Dan was thrusting pretty fast, and Arin took it all eagerly. The grunts and moans that were spilling from Dan’s mouth, mixed with the almost gross wet slurping sounds of Arin taking that cock like a champ filled the air.

“Ah-Ar…Daddy… I’m gonna cum…” Dan moaned as he fucked Arin’s face, which had tears streaming down his cheeks. He picked up the pace just a little more until he was at the peak, his hips rolling and stuttering as he was finally cumming down Arin’s throat. Writhing and moaning as he rode out his orgasm, still thrusting like an animal. It was as if his cum was spurting down Arin’s throat along with all of his maturity, because he was encompassed with that quiet void again with the more stress that was finding its release out of Dan’s body.

“Oh you’re such a good boy…” Arin praised Dan as he stroked along his bony thighs. “You feel better?”

Dan nodded and reached out for Arin, who stood up and flopped onto the bed once again, motioning for Dan to join him. Dan knee-crawled over to him, still aware of the cum that was going to make its way out of his ass again. Gross. Arin wouldn’t care though, he’d probably find it hot, the sick bastard.

“Um, Daddy…” Dan looked embarrassed as he sat back on Arin’s thighs again, with only that same baggy tee and a slowly softening cock.

“What is it, sweetie?”

“I gotta… um…” Dan shied his face away from Arin’s, covering it with his hands.

“What is it, Danny? You know you can tell your daddy anything, right?” Dan nodded and he grasped Arin’s shirt, looking down at his belly. “What’s wrong?” More hesitation from Dan.

“…I gotta pee.”

“Oh…” Arin looked slightly surprised, which he wasn’t. “Well, then pee.”

Dan’s eyes widened and he blushed and became flustered, covering most of his face with his hands again. “B-but… I got no diaper on…”

“Well it’s a bit late for that now, isn’t it?” Arin tilted his head so he could meet with Dan’s “Do you think you can hold it?” Dan blushed harder and shook his head. He looked like he might start tearing up. “C’mere.” Arin hoisted Dan up by his bare ass and sat him comfortably just above his (now clothed) crotch. He hugged his little tightly, but gently. Enjoying the warm embrace, Dan’s arms bent up and tucked into the space just dividing their chests. “Why don’t you just let go here, baby?” Arin suggested.

 Dan looked overwhelmed, to say the least. “C’mon, let go all over Daddy’s lap. It’s okay.” Arin’s arms snaked their way down to Dan’s stomach, kneading at his bladder to encourage him to just let go.

“A…are you sure? I’ll get you all messy though.” Dan was drooling slightly from the side of his mouth.

“it’s ok, sweetie. I want you to piss all over daddy.” Arin intertwined his fingers with Dan’s and kissed him tenderly, whispering little “it’s okay”s in between.

It took a bit of embarrassed squirming and grunting, but Dan finally managed to let go. At first it was just a dribble, but soon enough it was hissing out of him, drawing stripes of yellow down his legs and onto the sheets, and making Arin’s underwear glisten with his piss. The relief washed over him and it was almost as pleasant as the way Arin looked into his eyes, with his lips curled up into a warm smile. Dan couldn’t help but grin goofily back at him, and he covered his blushing face again, giggling because he was still pissing. It was like a goddamn river, and soon enough it was creating a puddle where they weighed the bed down. Dan butted his head into Arin’s chest and sighed. He felt so safe and happy and bubbly and sleepy.

Arin was thrilled too, and if he hadn’t just cum minutes prior he’d probably be horny as hell after the last 40 seconds’ events. But he stroked his hands over Dan’s chocolate curls and let out a hum as he exhaled.

“Thank you, Arin. That was awesome.”

“You’re welcome, man. Thank you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I still have your cum in my ass and I’m barebutt on your lap, how do you feel about that?”

“Pretty on edge, now that you say that.”

“Cool.”