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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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☆༉ — KATSUKI BAKUGOU. baby talk.

about. you know how people raise their voices all high and squeal, and pout through their words when they talk to babies?…yeah? well imagine that with your husband, katsuki.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! sfw, fluff, baby talking (lots of w’s involved), cutesy speech, baby doesn’t have a name, new parents, reader is referred to as mommy, fem!reader, girl dad + pro hero!bakugou, uncle!deku.

you’ve always known your husband, bakugou, to be slightly rough around the edges. being the man that he is, and witnessing first hand every struggle he’s ever gone through, it’s hard to imagine him without his hardened outer shell. your katsuki has stood on the brink of death more than once — testing, fighting it… all while facing a world that saw him as good for nothing and evil.

how could you expect a man like that to be anything other than defensive, brash and bold? katsuki bakugou can be a little harsh, a little too mean at times but that’s never deterred you from giving him all the love he thinks he doesn’t deserve. you’d give him all the stars in the sky if you could, and he would give you the universe in turn.

he was far from cookie cutter perfect, yet, even with his bumps and sharp edges, katsuki tried to love you and let you in. still, you’d never thought you’d see the day when all of the blonde’s roughness, his bared fangs and callous tongue all melted away for another human being aside from you.

for your darling baby girl.

“who’s my ‘eepy lil’ girl? you are! yeah. you are, sweetheart. oh, what’s that? big yawn for daddy?” the blonde coos with a sunshine smile that lights up the entirety of his well-aged face. you’re still young, for parents of a eight month old but even you can see the way that his hair is slightly silvered at his undercut that’s growing out and there are finer lines under ruby framed eyes (the late nights and early starts are probably the reason for that).

still, with all of this, and even with your genetics throwing a spanner in the works — your daughter is the spitting image of bakugou and he loves her. he loves her pale blonde curls, big bambi red eyes and her all the parts about her that remind him of you.

pulling her from her crib to settle her on his hip, the bigger bakugou rubs the sleep from her eyes as she wakes up from her nap. “so freakin’ cute.” he hums, licking his thumb to wipe over the traces of tears on her cheeks.

ever since she was born, earlier and around spring time, bakugou has been absolutely obsessed with the tiny human version of him you'd blessed him with. he’ll be the first one up at the crack of dawn when she cries for her breakfast, he’s happy to carry around her dynamight themed baby bag and always apologises to you when you have to change her explosive diapers (or he just does it for you.).

baby dynamight goes everywhere with her daddy, she’d be on patrols if you’d let bakugou take her on them too. she’s absolutely spoiled as well, with more clothes and toys and itty bitty little shoes a baby of her age would need despite how often you tell your husband that she’ll just grow out everything. perhaps your little girl is more spoiled than you — not that you mind, because it only means you get to witness adorable moments like these each and every day.

“katsuki, she’s supposed to be lying down.” you remind him gently, stepping past the threshold of the nursery to be by his side. your daughter instantly reaches out to curl three of her tiny fingers around your index, drooling in content between both of her parents.

bakugou looks down at you with a distraught pout. “yeah… but she woke up cryin’ f’me so i came to check on my sweepy wittol pwincess.” you giggle at how high pitched katsuki makes his voice when he talks about your daughter, baby-talking her whilst waving her tiny little hand at you. “say hi to momma, sweet girl. say hi!”

the mini bakugou tucked into his bulky arms lets out an excited squeal — though she’s quickly distracted by mapping her hands up and down the squiggly lines (tattoos) on daddy’s arms.

“exactly,” you press, grabbing an uravity themed spit up cloth from the diaper station behind you moth. carefully, you mop up the drool tracks baby dynamight leaves on katsuki before dabbing at her chin as well. “we’re trying to get her to learn how to go back to sleep on her own. which means?”

“leavin’ her to cry until she falls back to sleep….”

“which is why?”

bakugou’s shoulders sag in defeat. you know how much he hates leaving her to cry, it’s been difficult for him to adjust to not just picking her up whenever she needs or he wants to. “you invited stupid deku over ‘n daddy has to have stupid drinks with his big stupid broccoli head, ain’t that right gorgeous?” your baby grins with her gums again and bakugou blows a raspberry at her. “oh yeah? yes it is! look at that pretty girl smilin’, just like momma.”

you know he’s trying to butter you up for more time with her — you’re a sucker for the father-daughter bond they have already, you fear that you might melt if you look at the two of them together any longer. they’re a sight for sore eyes, the two loves of your life cuddled up with each other, baby bakugou’s pudgy cheek resting on katsuki’s warm chest (no doubt lulling her back to sleep).

“katsuki please,” you plead weakly, ready to give up on being the rain on this baby parade so you can scoop your little girl up and shower her with kisses. “we have guests and she needs to go back to sleep. or she’ll be up in the middle of the night.”

the elder blonde can’t help the proud smile that illuminates his face as he watches his two girls together — the way you fiddle with her baby grow to make sure she’s cosy. “s’okay, daddy’ll wake up for you, won’t he?” bakugou sways from side to side, toying with all the tiny features on your daughter before catching your exasperated look. “alright, fine. back to sleep we go princess. don’t mind mommy, she’s jus’ bein’ meanie who won’t let me show you off.”

there’s a tender moment, where time stands still, while katsuki lowers his pride and joy back into her crib — fighting back what are probably tears as she clings onto every part of him, looking up at him with her matching big beautiful ruby eyes. he feels as though he’s looking into a mirror that reflects not only him but parts of you as well.

“night night princess, goodnight! daddy loves ya—“

said moment is lost when izuku stops by the nursery on his way back down stairs from the bathroom. “wait, kacchan baby-talks?”

“of course i do nerd!” bakugou’s head whips up faster than the speed of sound, and you have to refrain from laughing at how fast he goes from soft and tender father to deku’s public enemy number one. “she’s my fuckin’—” the blonde pauses after receiving a warning glance from you. no cursing in front of the baby. “freakin’ kid!”

the number one raises his hands in surrender, sheepish laughter spilling out of him. “relax kacchan! i was only teasing.”

“tease my ass! you go ‘nd have a kid with your partner ‘n see what it turns you into — in fact, ‘m surprised you don’t have a whole litter already. what with the way you two are fuckin’.”

“oh that’s rich coming from you, kacchan. you guys literally conceived at my family barbecue last year!”

“well you fucked on my desk. my desk. so it’s only right that we—!”

while the boys bicker, you make quick work of ensuring your daughter is safely tucked in and her pacifier is popped into her mouth just in case she wakes up again and needs to soothe herself. stroking back her peach fuzz curls, you press a kiss to the soft membrane of her skull and pull back with a wistful grin while she drifts off to sleep again. her unfairly long lashes flutter against your hand, mostly inherited from her father.

“alright boys, that’s enough!” you whisper yell, hands still on the bar of the crib to make “don’t you see that she’s sleeping again? we wouldn’t wanna wake her up, right?”

katsuki pouts. “you’re right, sorry, sweetness.”

midoriya nods along agreeably, taking a peek at his sleeping niece from the doorway.“right! otherwise we’d have to send daddy back in there to save baby girl’s day. he can’t resist his pwecious gwirl.”

“i said shut the fuck up, izuku!” your husband snarls, cheeks burning fire truck red.

“yes daddy!” izuku bats his eyelashes at him.

“i’ll kill you, nerd.”

“i’d like to see you try, daddy!”

“boys!”

you do try your best to intercept, but your daughter beats you to it — waking up with a fresh set of tears and a wail so loud it has two big, burly pro heroes baby-talking her in an attempt to get her right back to sleep.

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trappedwriter · 1 year

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Chapter 22

Content Warning, this is intended for people that are 18+ and this chapter includes ddlg themes (always forced age regression) abdl themes, m/m smut, kidnapping, swearing, cannibalism, lil bit of fluff.

Sebastian’s POV

That lying son of a bitch. I’m going to kill him. He has lied to me about her again, but this will be the last, I’ll make sure of it.

After the day Jessica had I decided that she needed a treat. She had begged us to bring her back down to the beach. Today was the day. She laid next to me in our bed, little snores escaped her mouth. She looked so cute. That was until she let out the biggest and wettest fart. Definitely sounded like more had come out than just gas. I would soon find out when I changed her. I peppered her forehead with little kisses. She scrunched up her face and her tiny hand pawed at mine trying to push it away “nooo daddy. Sweepy time.” She whined. “Ok baby, sleepy time.” I relaxed down beside her again and snuggled my face into her hair. “We can just sleep here and save the beach for another day.” Her eyes popped open, she let out a gasp and proceeded to kneel on the bed and shove me to get up.

While she ate breakfast, I sent Chris a text informing him of our girls beach date. He immediately responded and said he would be over at our place in 20 minutes. Jessica was beyond excited about the beach, I had to keep an eye on her while she ate or more like inhaled her food. I couldn’t figure out why she wanted to go to the beach so badly, but I guessed it had something to do with not being cooped up at home. 20 minutes later Chris arrived, beach toys and a towel in hand. He had his tight swim trunks on, his abs were even more defined than the last time I saw him. He was fucking gorgeous. My cock started to stir in my jean shorts, and I struggled to keep it from becoming fully erect. Today was about our little girl. Sadly, I lost the fight when Chris immediately gave me a deep and passionate kiss. He too was feeling the aftereffects of our girl knowing and accepting our secret.

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We headed down the winding stairs to the beach. The remnants of her sandcastle was still there. It looked like it was poorly fixed, I suspect that was Chris’s handy work. We spent hours at the beach, she broke down the old sandcastle and started a new one. And after a couple of hours and with lots of help from me and dada, it was starting to take shape. We had lunch and afterwards continued with our creation. Chris had shown Jessica the pretty fish in the water and immediately jumped in to get them. I swear this little girl was going to give me a heart attack one day.

I stood up from the lounge chair and shouted for Chris “I’m going up to the bathroom, do you two want ice creams?” Of course, Jessica got all excited. I mean, who wouldn’t it’s ice cream. One of my many guilty pleasures. I went back up the stairs and instead of going to my house, I turned towards Chris’s. The house was silent, not a soul to be heard. Maybe Jessica was wrong, maybe she just heard the name Bunny. A familiar sound stopped me in my tracks. A clank from a restraint. I went over to her nursery and quietly opened the door. And sure enough, the not so dead girl lay in her crib. Our eyes met and she began to thrash around at the sight of me, her restraints meant that was all she could do.

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I returned back to my family, for that is what they are now, holding 3 chocolate ice cream bars. We ate them and talked about some exciting new things that we were planning, like nothing had just happened. The little one started to snuggle up closer to Chris and it was the sign to go home. Chris helped me carry her back home and into her crib. Once snoring away, we sat on the couch and talked about last night’s events. Chris was as shocked at what happened as I was, but he knew she was committed to whatever she was doing.

“I was so scared when we told her, I was sure she was going to reject us, and now that she knows everything, It’s such a huge relief. And I’m so happy and…” Chris ended his sentence with a laugh and a bemused shrug as if he didn’t know how to express what he felt. I could see the sparkle in his eyes and knew exactly what he was feeling, I’m sure he could see the same in mine. On impulse I reached out and slid my hands through his short brown hair.

“Fulfilled.” I said the word looking deep into his eyes and I could see it resonate there. “The missing piece we have always been searching for is here. Me, you, and our little girl our family is complete.” I said the final word into his mouth. My lips were pressing against his, I didn’t even know if it was me that moved in or if it was him that came to me.

His hands were on my chest and one of mine was on his back the other was intwined in his hair. Always eager his hands roved downwards across my rock hard abs and onto my even harder cock. He yanked on my jean shorts so excited to get at the prize inside he couldn’t take the time to undo a button. I laughed at his excited face turning to dismay when my shorts didn’t drop straight to the floor so he could get to his toy. Taking pity on him I released the handhold I’d found on his ass and popped the button free for him.

He yanked again and my dick popped free. His eyes and mouth opened wide in excitement and that was all the invite I needed. I pulled him toward me by the hair and my member passed between his lips and thrust deep into his throat. In our haste I felt the slight scrape of teeth on dick and a shudder passed through me at the thought of Chris’s appetite for fresh meat getting the better of him. But a moment late all I could feel was lips and tongue, my thoughts subsided into the soft warm pleasure of being in his mouth.

After I came, he left. He made up some excuse of wanting to do laundry. To get the sand out of his swim trunks. I sat there and waited for about 10 minutes before sending the text.

Chris’s POV

I headed home shortly after face fucking Sebastian. I had left her too long and without a doubt the pull up I put her in before I left would be bursting at the seams with piss and other bodily messes. I rushed back to my house, opened the front door, and was greeted with silence. Nothing. Maybe she was still asleep. Especially after what happened last night. I opened her door and was shocked to see it empty. Did she get out? Where could she be? I searched everywhere. She was nowhere to be found. I wish I had Seb’s security cameras. I joked that he was doing too much, now I regretted not having any of my own.

I was in my living room having a full on panic attack when my phone pinged. I opened the text. A picture of Bunny sitting in a cage in Sebastian’s basement popped up with the caption “Looking for something?”

Fuck!

Chapter 23

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ducknotinarow · 1 month

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Bailey smiled a little, looking over Richard. It was weird for the Rooster to be the one that was more awake and well kept, but, there was always a first for everything. He gave a teasing little chuckle, moving to pinch Richard's tufts of feathers,

"Someone's sweepy~" Bailey teases, not caring for the glare he's getting, "Does someone need an Espresso Espronto~"

Oh, and he's making puns? Maybe they swapped personalities somehow - weirder things have happened in this city. Eh, probably not.

Nuzzling his beak against their own, Bailey chuckled,

"Or maybe I should just take your handsome butt back to bed~ Who knew that you could even make the 'bed head' look work~"

| Muse interaction

Richard's head was sore and ached slightly. A throbbing pain seemed to just ring out through his skull his eyes did not want to be open at all. That wasn't par of the course when it came to the Egeal worse he was woken up by his alarm. Richard always woke up before his alarm went off. Severing more to tell Richard it was time to get up and moving opposed to telling him it was time to wake up. Richard's body had grown so accosutmed to the sleep schedule he nearly programmed himself to follow.

A bit of pride in himself for beating his alarm every morning his usual reward was to turn over and wrap his arms around Bailey just to hold them close. Thier warmth, soft feathers even that delightful small sweet scent thar always seemed to linger in his husband feathers that just made for the unmistakably and iconic Bailey scent.

But that wasn't the case for today. Richard was in such a deep sleep that he woke up to the sound of his alarm. Startling him right out of his slumber and setting him into a full moment of confusion. Blurry vision needed a moment to clear before he reached out to feel for his watch. Left on the wireless charger sitting on top of the night stand. Once the ringing sound had been turned off, Richard ran a hand over his face, needing to wipe away the dust in his eyes. Peeking an eye open to look at the lit screen of his watch. Doing a double take at the time. He hadn't woken up at the right time?

He mummbled to himself before setting his watch back down as he threw the blankets off from himself. Only then had he noticed Bailey wasn't I'm bed beside him?

This turly was an awful start to his morning if Bailey was up before him. "Damn it." Call it the ego but something about the lazy one between them getting up and going before the busy bee between them seemed to just hit his ego more as he went about dragging his feet as he got ready. Taking a bit longer with his more sluggish movements at the time.

He needed his coffee and fast. That would help perk him up, he was sure. As he made his way to the kitchen. Hair wasn't fully done fly aways every where and the shape slightly off since he hand brothers to run the product through it, yet his feathers were even curling out of place. He looked like a mess, but he needed his coffee before he could properly ready himself for the day. Stepping into the kitchen, though that had him meeting with Baileys a little amusing grin. It's not excatly a sight Bailey has seen before. Sure Richard first thing in the morning, but not sleepy and a bit sloppy when he's meant to be up and ready for the day like so.

"Someone's sweepy~"

Richard just narrowed his gaze into a hard glare when Bailey stepped over and pinched the tuft of feathers that sit on his cheeks. Slightly tugging away not quite in the mood for his husband overly cheerfulness right now. A slight warning single out not that Bailey so much as blinked over the glare they were given. Richard just needed his coffee then he could handle Bailey's enegry. Jeez was Bailey always such a morning person? hmm well no he wasn't guess all that energy that used to drive Bailey's old party habits just got rewired to a different use. Richard thought as took hold of Bailey and moved them over to sit on the counter across the way. Easily lifting them up to sit on to the counter.

"Stay. and zip it." was all that Richard voiced. Of course Bailey didn't listen to him.

"Does someone need an Espresso Espronto~"

Richard groaned at the use of the pun, if he was more awake? well better said in a better mood. Richard might enjoy that pun and the fact Bailey had just made a pun at that. "Yes unless you're looking for a devoice right now." An empty threat clearly as Bailey simply nuzzled his beak in against Richard's own beak. Richard simply rolled his eyes at the cutesy display of affection. But still gave the rooster a quick little peck on their beak. "there attention happy?" as if Bailey ever had enough attention from Richard alone. Even he knew one little kiss wouldn't be no where near enough for them. "Just let me drink a cup, and then I'll be willing to deal with your constant need for my singular focus. mm then again I might need a whole pot of coffee in my system before I'm even remotely able to keep up with your energy right now." Richard said as he moved away from where he had place Bailey to sit.

"Or maybe I should just take your handsome butt back to bed~ Who knew that you could even make the 'bed head' look work~"

"Pollito" Richard held out his hand flat and slowly lowered it down, "I need you to take it down to about here." answer punctured as Richard was just pointing to the kitchen titles floor. Before he went to start getting his coffee going. "Every bit of energy I has right now is not enough to placate you." he complained a bit. Bailey was a far more high energy person after all which to a Richard more awake could be cute and charming but to a decaffeinated Richard? was taking the reserves of energy he saved to be drained away every time he had to open his beak.

Pot was set up and the machine had started to brew the steam hot from the water reservoir working through the filter. Hitting Richard with the first wounder sniff of coffee. It was almost a quick fix for that caffeine need Richard was seeking. Richard just barely making out his reflection from the sliver pot. Hanging his beak as he tried to smooth over some of the fly away strands of hair. "Hardly I look like a mess, ugh" he griped "my damn hair just dose not want to work with me. And my feathers are a damn mess on top of that! You swear I was just blow around outside. Even my shirt isn't right I fucked up the buttons of my shirt so its all off." Richard continued to in truth bitch. "I blame this on you, if you hadn't insisted on a movie last night I would have gone to bed on time and woke up when I normally do." Richard continued on to pin blame towards Bailey. Clearly not meaning a single bit of his complaints.

He was just tried and in quite the mood because of it, as he dropped his head to rest on the counter. "This pot needs to work faster, I might die before it's done. Bailey you may have first pick of any of my things when I die."

#muse| richard evans - alder #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ mocha I wanna feel like this forever -aflockoffeathers]#muse interaction #ic reply #stay queued #((Bailey please it's too early for the flirting u-u))

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ameliatheamazing · 4 years

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Ok I think this “whale tail island” thing is definitely a lie because appa never went there, I’m pretty sure he was just bought by the circus guy immediately. But now I’m confused about when he would have even been in this barn because they said he was here yesterday but I thought he’s been like, underground or whatever the whole time.

I can tell this dude hasn’t had anyone to talk to for quite a while. But do I care? Not really

#no more need for old sweepy #avatar the last airbender #atla #atla liveblog #lake laogai

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wanda-maximoff-enthusiast · 2 years

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So this is a long one, BUCKLE UP. I want a Han Solo x fem!reader where she and Han are best friends, but they start to fall in love. Han, being Han, panics at these feelings so he pushes her away more, is quite rude to her and starts flirting with (a very annoyed) Leia. Y/n gets really sad and ends up seeking comfort in Luke. Han gets super jealous and confesses. BOOM. sorry lol 🙈🙈

THIS IS JUST 👌👌👌👌 in every way ty ily

~Never~

Han Solo x fem!reader

Summary: Han Solo and (Y/N) (L/N) have been best friends for as long as they can remember, but when they start to fall in love and Han's 'bad boy' mindset starts pushing (Y/N) away, she doesn't know what to do.

Warnings: god Han is just a complete idiot in this omg, lots of sadness and angst, (Y/N) basically has a panic attack, but the ending is happy so it's a-okay. bit of swearing

A/N: For clarification, (Y/N) and Han have completely different parents - it might get confusing with the first flashback.

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(Y/N) sighed, her back against the bathroom door as she slid to the ground and sobbed into her knees.

How could he be so horrible to her? A girl he'd known since they were both only children, one who cared about him more than she'd ever care to admit.

She could hear people banging on the door and shouting her name, probably coaxing her away from doing something utterly ridiculous.

But she didn't care about them anymore.

And in that moment, she barely even cared for herself.

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"Race you to the canteen!"

"Oh you're on Solo!"

Mrs (L/N) laughed at the two children, their hair messy with excitement and their eyes sparkling with glee. She had been asked to watch over them, and she could never say no to the pair.

Ovan, Han's father, walked over to where she was standing, grabbing a screwdriver from the open toolbox next to her. He grinned at the disappearing children, their abandoned sandals on the floor for 'better running' as they put it.

(Y/N)'s mother smiled as her husband walked up to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, Ovan long gone by then.

"They are never going to grow up, are they?" She asked with a sigh.

The man behind her rested his head on hers.

"Never."

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"HA! I win!"

Han huffed, blowing a dark lock of hair out of his eye. "Liar!" He claimed, folding his arms over his chest.

"Nuh-uh! You're just a sore loser!"

"Liar!"

"Loser!"

The two stopped for a moment before bursting into giddy laughter, until (Y/N) heard her mother's voice echo through the halls.

"(Y/N) sweetheart! We need to go now!"

She frowned, smoothing her shirt down and clutching her satchel. Han's face half a similar pout, his hand instinctively going to hers. The pair walked back in silence, hand-in-hand.

"Bye bye Han!"

"Bye bye, I'll see you again tomorrow right?"

"You bet!"

And with that she ran to him and wrapped her arms around him in an embrace, to which he gladly reciprocated.

"We're never gonna stop being best friends, right (Y/N)?"

The girl smiled at the boy in front of her, his brown eyes resembling a puppy's.

"Never!"

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(Y/N), Han and Lando sat together, her legs draped over Lando's and her head on Han's lap as he mindlessly fiddled with her hair. Boba was droning on about something boring and it was seriously going to put (Y/N) to sleep if he didn't stop.

"Aw, is somebody feewing a bit sweepy?" She heard Han speaking to her, putting on a stupid voice to mock her.

She scoffed, opening her eyes and flicking his forehead in response, to which Lando laughed.

"You two are just like an old married couple, you'd be such a good-"

"We're not a couple, we don't like each other like that." Wow. Han was quick to defend the two of them. Was the thought of dating her really that bad to him?

It was no lie that Han had started making her feel… different to say the least. I mean, the butterflies in her stomach when he called her name and blood rushing to her cheeks when he touched her arm didn't mean anything serious, right?

Lando put his hands up in surrender and got up, shoving (Y/N)'s legs to the floor as he left the room in his confident stride, which, without it, she would've thought Han's comment offended him.

Sitting upright, (Y/N) turned to Han, dizzy from lying horizontally for so long, and feigned sadness.

"You'd never date me? I'm hurt, Solo."

His answer was too quick for her simple sarcastic comment and it made her heart sink to her stomach.

"Never."

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God, Han was starting to get on (Y/N)'s nerves, and it bothered her greatly to feel like she and her best friend were drifting apart.

However, it seemed that she had been replaced by a certain Princess Leia. Han used to jokingly flirt with her, he started flirting with Leia. Han used to pick you up and carry her, he started doing the same with Leia. Han used to fiddle with her hair when he got nervous, he started doing the same with Leia.

It frustrated her greatly, since she found Leia pleasurable company and a scarily-intelligent woman, but with the way Han was acting towards her, she wanted to be angry at the princess.

Except, Leia didn't seem to care at all for Han's actions. It appeared that she found them bothersome and quickly grew bored of his constant flirting.

Did (Y/N) ever get bored of Han's flirting?

No.

Never.

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Han watched from a distance as (Y/N) laughed at a comment Luke had made, her arm resting on his shoulder to balance herself as she bent over in laughter. It wasn't fair, she always used to laugh with him like that.

But it wasn't like he wasn't at fault for anything.

It was no secret that Han had been… rejecting (Y/N) to say the least. He had begun to realise that his feelings for her weren't entirely platonic, and that scared him, and that fear combined with his personal insecurities scared him even more.

And so, overwhelmed by fear, he shut her out, instead focusing his time on flirting with Leia, as if trying to stop himself from loving (Y/N).

But when she started spending more and more time with Luke Skywalker, the only feeling washing over him was jealousy.

So he went to Leia.

But, instead of his careless flirting, he told her everything; how much he loved (Y/N), how everything was just his insecurities. Leia was a very good listener, and tried to give him advice on what to do.

He was terrified.

Not because he loved her, but because she might love Luke.

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"Han, wait, I need to talk to you-"

"Can we just talk another time? I have somewhere to be."

(Y/N) stared at him, eyes glossy with tears.

"Han, please-"

"Kriff (Y/N)! Would you just go away already!" He'd turned to her by then, eyes blazing and words of venom spilling from his mouth.

"Just accept the fact that you're not relevant in my life anymore!"

Those tears filling (Y/N)'s eyes began to fall freely down her cheeks, words choked by lack of breath. She couldn't speak, she couldn't breathe.

Han scoffed, turning away once more.

"Go find Skywalker or something."

"I can't believe I ever loved you, you heartless monster!" She screamed at his back, fleeing in the opposite direction, hair flying wildly behind her. Her running seemed to catch the attention of multiple crew members, who upon seeing her sobbing ran after her.

And Han, utterly disgusted by his own words, found himself unable to move.

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The world seemed to spin as (Y/N) wrapped her arms around her head in an attempt to stop her headache. How long had she been in that bathroom? She shuffled away from the door, noticing how the yelling had ceased, and placed her hands on the floor to control herself.

That's when the door burst open, and Han Solo fell to his knees in front of her.

She couldn't breathe, she couldn't see, she couldn't do anything, especially when he pulled her body towards his and wrapped his arm around her waist, the other arm moving to stroke her hair.

"Hey sweetheart, I'm here, everything is okay, I'm here."

His voice was soft, gentle, a lot gentler than his usual cocky tone, and it comforted (Y/N) despite the hell he had put her through over the past week or so.

Her breathing slowed, her tears coming to a halt, and she remained in Han's warm embrace in silence until he spoke up.

"I'm sorry."

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Han had never been good with apologies.

"I'm sorry for everything. I didn't mean to push you away, I got-"

He hesitated, voice cracking slightly.

"I got scared." "Of what?" (Y/N) asked, her voice meek and quiet.

"You."

She laughed a little, pushing herself up to face him.

"Me? I'm not that scary, Solo." "I wasn't scared of you, I was scared of the fact that I love you." She froze, widening eyes staring into his.

"I treated you like this because I didn't know how to act. I've been 'orrible to you, and I'm so so sorry, and I'll allow you to punch me if you-" (Y/N) cut him off by leaning forward and pressing her lips to his.

It made up for everything, somehow.

Then she pulled away and slapped him across the face. "YeP yep deserved that." "You did."

Then she kissed him again, placing her hands on his shoulders.

She pulled away once more and grasped his hands in hers.

"I'll never stop loving you, okay?"

His voice fell to a whisper, and he muttered one word, a confirmation if anything.

"Never."

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"Took 'em long enough, didn't it?" Leia grinned at the two, sleeping on the floor of the bathroom.

"Sure did."

Luke agreed, wrapping an arm around his sister, who sighed and leant into his touch.

"Good, because they were really starting to get on my nerves." "You and me both."

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I aspire to have Leia's level of I-don't-give-a-shit-ness. Stan her.

#han solo #han solo x reader #star wars #star wars x reader #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #star wars a new hope #a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #return of the jedi #i love this

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tiny-slasher · 3 years

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Bo Sinclair x Reader | Swamped

Alternate Universe where Bo and Vince aren’t murderers.

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I had a dream the other night about Bo, and decided to turn it into a fic. My dream was actually a bit darker toned...but it didn’t turn out that way in the fic. So if this seems a little chaotic, that’s why. Blame dream me. Dream Sweepy is a different entity altogether. She should not be trifled with.

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Your soaked shoes squelched against the burning pavement, steps heavy as your waterlogged clothes weighed you down. You angrily wiped the sweat from your brows as you squinted, trying to see even a foot in front of you in the bright, afternoon sun.

"I'm sorry, okay?"

Your sister's voice grated on your ears, making you clench your teeth in frustration. You heard her quicker steps try and keep up with yours; her own shoes splashing water against your legs as she got closer.

"Please say something? I said I was sorry!"

You sharply turned to her and snapped, "Tell that to the car sinking in the swamp."

Your sister pushed her sweat-soaked hair from her face, expression the most apologetic you'd ever seen. The anger in your heart fizzled a bit when she whispered another apology, but that didn't ease your frustration. Your nerves were still a bit rattled after the ordeal, and there was a bruise forming on your shoulder from where you'd hit the window of your car. Irritated didn't begin to cover how you felt.

Still, you were thankful neither of you had gotten hurt.

"How far do you think we gotta walk?" she asked hesitantly.

"I don't know."

"My feet are starting to hurt..."

"Be thankful you still have feet."

She huffed and crossed her arms, muttering under her breath as she trailed after you. You couldn't really blame her...it was very hot, and the two of you had been walking for over an hour. You continued for a while longer, each step more difficult than the last. You'd developed a pretty nasty headache, either from thirst or from the heat, and your sister wasn't doing much better.

"Hey, you think there's anyone up over there?"

You looked up to where your sister was pointing, eyes widening. There, slightly obscured by trees was some sort of old building, made almost entirely out of wooden planks. The windows were dingy, and a screen door covering the entryway. It almost seemed abandoned, if it hadn't been for the old pickup truck parked on the dirt in front of it.

"Come on," you said, making your way off the paved road and onto the dirt.

As the two of you made your way over, you saw a sloppy, hand-painted sign at the top of the building that read "Mechanic", and you raised an eyebrow at it. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you walked up the front creaking front steps. Your sister stood close behind you, her posture just as nervous as your own. You rolled your shoulders back and straightened up, and headed into the building.

The screen door rattled and creaked loudly as you pushed it open, the springs holding it shut straining against your hold. You heard the low, static hum of a radio playing some sort of old country song. There were boxes of tools and grease-covered appliances without any real organization, and the floor looked like it had never been swept.

"Vince, shut the damn door 'fore you let the gnats in!"

You stepped into the room, your sister less than a foot behind you, and turned to your right to see two young men. One was standing, resting his arms on a wooden rail that acted as a room divider. A dirty hat rested on his head, and his grimy hands picked at the splintering wood they rested on. The other man was sitting in a chair, with his boot-covered feet up on a scratched up desk that took up nearly all the space in the cramped area. He was messing around with a pocket knife, running his thumb over the blade innocuously. There were papers scattered over the entirety of the desk, rustling in the breeze of the desk fan that sat in the corner. You noted the few other pocket knives laying around, holding the papers down.

The one standing noticed you first, and his relaxed expression grew a bit nervous. He cleared his throat, offering you a grimy, but polite smile. The one sitting lifted his gaze towards you, and paused in his fiddling. You swallowed as his gaze pierced you, pinning you in place without having to move a single muscle.

"You definitely ain't Vince."

You shifted on your feet uncomfortably, eyeing the man down almost glaringly.

"Well come on in then," he sighed, setting his feet on the ground and running a hand through his tousled and slightly sweaty hair.

You stiffly walked and sat in a chair on the other side of the desk, thankful to finally give your feet a break.

The standing one walked over with another chair, gesturing for your sister to sit in it. She thanked him, and practically fell into it with a loud sigh. You caught an amused glint in the sitting man's eyes, before he turned back to look at you, squinting at your damp clothes.

"What can I do for ya?"

"We need a ride."

"Car troubles, right?" His brows furrowed, "You too cheap to have me fix it or somethin'?"

"I don't think you can fix it," you dryly replied, earning an offended scoff from him.

"If anyone can, it's Bo," the standing man said behind you, a proud smile on his face as he gestured to the man in front of him.

You rubbed the bridge of your nose, "No it's not...trust me it's not worth the trouble at this point."

The man standing behind you shifted as he continued to lean on the railing, as the sitting man...Bo, squinted at you.

"The hell'd you do to it?" he asked judgmentally.

You crossed your arms with a pout, and out of your peripheral you saw your sister begin to sink lower and lower in her seat, hoping to not be brought into the conversation. Bo, however, noticed, and leaned back in his chair with a raised eyebrow.

He smirked at you, "Ah, someone decided to sabotage the ride, huh? What'd she do? Put her hand over your eyes?"

Your sister sunk even lower, and you didn't feel the need to reply.

Bo leaned back in his seat, "Well where's the car at? Lester can tow it over here for ya."

You glanced back at the man behind you, who gave you a confirming nod, and you sighed, "He might not be able to find it."

"Why not?" Bo asked, twirling his pocket knife in his hand.

You reached over to trace the scratches in the wood of the desk, your fingers coming dangerously close to one of the pocket knifes lying there. You slowly lifted your gaze up to Bo, eyes dark.

"It's sinking in the damn swamp somewhere."

There was a long drawn out silence, before Bo laughed so hard his head lolled back. The man behind you...Lester, began to laugh as well, but tried to be a bit more polite about it. If you hadn't been extremely annoyed, you might've noticed that Bo's laugh was very endearing.

"Ah shit," Bo coughed and snickered at you. "Is that why you're drippin' all over my floor?"

You narrowed your eyes, and grumpily leaned onto the desk.

"Look, can you just give us a ride into town please?"

Bo continued to calculatingly stare at you, as if weighing his options.

"I mean, my services ain't free, darlin'."

Normally, you might've been lured in by that southern drawl, as Bo had intended, but you glanced over at your sister. She was tired, hungry, and most likely had blisters on her feet just as bad as your own. The anger on your face melted into concern, and Bo noticed. The two of you shared a look, and you could see the moment that Bo had made up his mind.

With a deep sigh he stood up, and grabbed the car keys on the desk. "Come on then, I ain't got all day."

As he walked out of the building, you grabbed one of the pocket knives on the desk and stuffed it into your pocket...just in case, and then followed him out.

He surprised you by opening the passenger door, waiting for you to get in.

"Didn't realize you were such a gentlemen."

He smirked at you, about to reply when your sister cut in, "I want to sit in the back!"

She was already in the truck bed next to Lester before you could so much as roll your eyes. After you and Bo got into the truck yourselves, he started it up and began driving into town.

"So, what brings ya all the way down here to Ambrose?"

You shrugged, "Just a road trip, we were passing through."

"Yeah, most people do. There ain't much to see down here, 'sides a buncha mosquitos," Bo hummed. "And a wax museum...but it's kinda an eyesore. Definitely overrated."

You hummed in reply

"Do you even get business out here?" you asked curiously.

"You'd be surprised how many people run outta gas, or blow out a tire," Bo glanced at you with a smirk. "Although, I ain't had many people drive straight into the water before. Most people tend to stay on the road, yknow?"

"Fuck you."

Bo's laugh was hearty, and a bit wheezy. You tried to ignore the flip flops your stomach did at hearing it, but a smile still managed to reach your lips.

You stared at the scenery for a while, thinking about all the things you'd have to sort out once you got into town. You'd definitely need some new clothes, and a shower...you were sure you'd begun to smell pretty awful.

"Sorry for getting your truck all gross," you gestured to your damp and sweaty clothes.

"Nah, don't worry 'bout it. Lester stunk it up long 'fore you got here."

You huffed out a small laugh, catching the way his lip curled when he grinned. You relished in the warm feeling in your stomach upon seeing it, until you glanced out the window and saw that he was pulling into the parking lot of a small restaurant.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm hungry, and I'll bet you and your sister back there are too after all that walkin'," Bo replied, getting out of the truck, walking around to your side to open the door.

"I-"

"You can consider it as your payment for havin' me chauffeur you all over town."

"You drove me ten miles down the road...that's not exactly going all over town," you retorted, folding your arms. "And I don't want to buy you dinner."

Bo just smiled at you, and began to walk into the restaurant, expecting you to follow him. Your sister ran up beside you, droning on about whatever she and Lester had been talking about. Bo stood at the door, holding it open expectantly at you. What were you gonna do? Walk to the nearest hotel? With an angry huff, you shoved past him, sending a scathing look his way. His smirk was smug towards you.

The restaurant was pretty old, but full of people. The food smelled good, at least...and you were hungry.

"Alright, so you grab a tray, and then walk over to that lovely lady behind the counter to tell you what you want-"

"I know how to order," you bit out to Bo, as he leaned away from your ear. He simply smirked at you and then looked back up the menu hanging above the food line.

"Damn, that steak sounds pretty good..."

"Don't you fucking dare," you hissed, earning a glance from your sister. Her eyes flitted between you and Bo, and then she grinned at you. The look you gave her was enough to keep her mouth shut, but her grin spoke paragraphs.

Eventually, the four of you made it through the line. You'd been nervous when Bo ordered, but was relieved when he picked something cheap; reciting it as though he'd done it a thousand times before. You grabbed a cup and swiftly walked over to the drink fountain, filling it with water...since you hadn't had anything to drink in hours. You turned to head to the table you saw Lester and your sister sitting at, only to run straight into Bo and spill water down your already damp front.

"Need me to carry that for ya, sweetheart?" he drawled, eyes lidded.

"No, I've got it," you bit out, rushing away from him as fast as you could.

Sitting down, you picked at your food with your fork. Your stomach felt a bit queasy, just from the entire ordeal you'd been through that day, so you didn't eat much. You focused on sipping your water, instead.

Bo sat down across from you, his legs hitting yours as he stretched them out obnoxiously far. You glared up at him, but he pretended to not notice. When you shoved at his leg, he just smiled at you, and ate a bite of his meal, stretching his legs even farther into your space.

"So, Lester said you had a twin, Bo," your sister said. "Is he as handsome as you?"

Bo snorted, "He wishes."

"Uh...Vince has a...his face 's got a lotta scars," Lester said awkwardly. "He and Bo were conjugated."

"Conjoined, dipshit," Bo barked. "The fucker stole half of the back of my head, and never gave it back."

"He might still be holdin' a grudge, since you got half his face."

Bo turned to Lester, who was failing to hold back a grin, and smacked him upside the head. Lester let out a loud laugh, and you couldn't help but feel a bit amused.

"So, are you the baby brother?" your sister grinned at Lester, who turned red.

"Yeah ma'am, s'pose I am..."

You sipped at your water, making an effort not to guzzle it down.

"Not hungry?" Bo asked, nudging your ankle with his foot.

You looked back down at your food, "Not really...it's been a long day."

Your sister took that as confirmation that she could help herself to it, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You felt Bo's eyes on you the entire time, but you tried to ignore him.

Lester spoke to your sister, both of them enjoying each other's company and friendly banter. You could hear them, but your mind didn't process anything they said. You simply continued to sip your water, mentally going over what you would need to do once you were a hotel somewhere.

You were abruptly torn from your thoughts when Bo's boot nudged your foot, aggravating the blisters that had already formed there. You winced and irritatingly looked up at Bo, only to find him leaning back and looking over at Lester. Rolling your eyes you looked away, glancing over at the desserts in the corner. Your eye twitched when you felt his boot touch your foot again, a bit more strongly than before. It wasn't until the fourth time he did it that you finally snapped your head over to glare at him, only to have him get up from the table and walk off. You slumped in your seat grumpily, running your finger along the rim of your cup of water.

You blinked when a piece of pie was set down in front of you.

"Ooh thanks!" your sister exclaimed, when Bo set another piece down in front of her.

You stared at Bo as he sat back down across from you, with his own piece.

"Come on now, don't tell me you ain't got room for dessert, at least?" Bo incredulously remarked, biting into his own.

You huffed, "Not when I'm the one paying for it..."

Bo snorted, "Come on, just eat it 'fore it gets dust on it. If you don't like it, you can have mine."

Sighing, you took a bite of your piece, and found it much more enjoyable than you'd expected.

"Good, ain't it?" Bo smirked, and you resisted the urge to flip him off.

You watched tiredly as your sister devoured her own piece, telling Lester about the gator they'd seen out their window earlier that day. It hadn't been that impressive...a tiny little thing, really, but Lester seemed entranced by the conversation nonetheless. You smiled at a joke he made, when you heard a clinking noise from in front of you. Glancing down, your eyes widened at the sight of Bo quickly snatching his fork, which had snagged a large chunk of your pie, back and shoving it into his mouth.

"Hey!"

"You were lettin' get all nasty!" he defended himself, laughing and wincing as you kicked at his legs.

Your sister was snickering at the two of you, when Bo's phone starting buzzing. He pulled it out, and answered it with a sigh.

"Yeah? No we're fine, we'll be home in a little while," he said. "Yeah sorry...forgot to tell you. Okay, bye."

Bo hung up, and then stood, "Guess we'll have to get a move on. I forgot it's movie night."

"Oh yeah!" Lester exclaimed. "Vince is probably so mad..."

"He'll live," Bo rolled his eyes, heading towards the door.

"Wait...aren't I supposed to pay?" you frowned, confused.

Bo smirked, "Nah, I already paid. Come on."

Your mouth hung open as he walked off, and you couldn't tell if you were relieved or infuriated. Deciding it was the latter, you stormed up to him as he pulled open the door of his truck to let you in. Getting up in his face, you hissed, "You did that all on purpose, you jackass!"

"Sure did," he winked. "What're you gonna do?"

You just huffed at him and crawled into your seat, glaring at him as he shut the door and began to walk to his side. Suddenly struck with an evil idea, you leaned over and locked his door. The smirk on his face fell, and he stared at you through the window.

"The hell are you doin'?"

You flipped him off, earning a fiery glare in response.

"Open the damn door!" he demanded, before sending you a confused smile. "This is my truck!"

You just casually sat on your side, seeing your sister and Lester watch everything unfold from the back window, and smirked at him.

He tugged harshly on the door handle, jiggling it as if that would magically unlock it, "If you don't open this door, I'm gonna call the cops!"

You rolled your eyes, "You've got keys dumbass."

Bo froze, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his car keys. You could hear Lester howl in laughter, and Bo yelling at him to shut up. He practically slammed the door shut behind him as he got in, turning to give you a scathing glare.

"...Where to, sweetheart?" he bit out lowly, his eyes burning.

"Hotel please," you replied with a smile.

He started the engine and then began the short drive into town, sending you angry glances every so often.

"Don't be like that," you grinned. "I was just getting even."

He just fumed in embarrassed silence, his grip on the steering wheel white-knuckled. You frowned, realizing he'd gotten much angrier than you'd expected.

"I'm sorry, I was just messing with you," you sighed. "Thanks for giving my sister and I a ride...you didn't have to."

He grunted in affirmation, his grip loosening a bit.

"And for putting up with how bad I must smell."

At that, Bo let out a soft laugh, "Nah, I've smelled worse, trust me."

The rest of the car ride was comfortably silent, with the two of you occasionally making eye contact with each other. Soon, a hotel came into view, and you tried to ignore the feeling of disappointment in your chest. It only grew heavier as he pulled into the parking lot there.

"Well, here ya are," he said, not looking at you.

"Thank you," you assured him, opening the door to get out.

You paused, reaching into your pocket to pull out the knife, and held it out to him.

"Is that...did you snag one of my knives?" he asked with a laugh, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Yeah..." you mumbled. "Sorry I just..."

"You're smarter than I thought. You keep it," he chuckled, a glimmer of admiration in his eyes, and shoved it back towards you. "Somethin' to remember me by. Besides, you know where I'm at if you ever wanna look at this handsome face again."

The heaviness in your stomach lifted at that realization, and you smiled at him. Leaning over, you gave him a kiss on the cheek, to which he stiffened and stared at you in surprise.

"I'll see you around, Bo," you said, getting out of the truck.

He nodded, beet red and adjusting the collar of his shirt, while Lester climbed into the passenger seat.

"Y'all be safe," Lester said with a smile.

You and your sister waved at them as they drove off, a bit sad when they finally disappeared down the road.

Your sister nudged you in the side, "You're welcome."

"For what?"

"Wrecking the car," she grinned. "If it weren't for me, you would never have met Mr. Handsome."

You kicked at her shins, "Shut up."

"We're goin' to see them again tomorrow, right?"

"Of course."

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #slashers #slasher #weird plot #idfk #my dream plot was even weirder so just go with it #this is an alternate universe where Bo isn't a murderer ok #bo x reader

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nobodyfamousposts · 4 years

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BURN THE WITCH 3 (Miraculous Karma)

Lila Rossi had lived her life by the golden rule: You could get people to do anything if they thought you had gold. Honestly, anyone would be blinded by a glimmer if you made it seem it was worth something.

And Lila was very well versed in the allure of pyrite. As well as what people would be stupid enough to do for it. “All that glitters is gold”, after all. A little shine here. A sparkle there. With a few choice words, she could have anyone convinced she was gold.

Metaphorically speaking, of course.

Even when things were found out eventually, it never came back on her. They tended to make excuses for her so much that she didn’t have to bother coming up with lies half the time. Then by the time anything did start to fall apart, she was already moved on. A fresh start with no one the wiser.

Consequences were for other people. And this situation with Witch Hunter was no different. Annoying as it may be.

She just had to bide her time until Ladybug showed up to deal with the akuma like she always did. Lila could stay hidden until then. And even in the worst case, Hawk Moth considered her his ally and she still too valuable to risk. If Rose did catch her, he wouldn’t allow her to go through with harming her.

And if he did decide to try and cut her as a loss, she had suspicions and reasonable evidence as to his true identity to implicate him.

Lila had been in this game for years, after all.

Even now, despite where she was, she still had an edge. That was Lila’s true skill. She was crafty and clever and fully capable of turning any circumstances to her advantage.

While she cursed Marinette for shoving her in the supply room, even that ended up being more to her own benefit. It seemed that the supply closet carried within it a number of useful items. Cleaning supplies. A cart. Towels. And it seemed a couple of the staff had been using it to store their personal belongings, bags, and work clothes.

Clearly she needed it more than they did right now.

Within minutes, Lila had donned a disguise. The janitor’s uniform was big on her, though it allowed room underneath for extra padding to make her look more filled out. And apron on top of that to keep things in place. The shoes were old and clearly belonged to a man given the smell, but they were useful nonetheless. And then the hairnet and hat to keep her hair hidden.

She checked herself in a mirror…and promptly stuck out her tongue in distaste.

She looked horrible, but she at least didn’t look like Lila Rossi. And it might be enough to keep them off her tail for a while. People were stupid, after all. Especially when groupthink was involved.

Now disguised, Lila poked her head out of the closet. The hallway was empty. She could still hear voices further along, but it was better to be out and about now instead of letting them catch her in the supply closet or leaving the supply closet. That would just make them think she was hiding, and at least acting like she was “working” would give the sense that she belonged there and add to the illusion.

Lila started pushing the cleaning cart in the direction of the stairs. It would be closer to the exit for one thing, but there were also restrooms right nearby the stairs and she could make the excuse that she was heading there to clean the stalls.

Although she heard shouting, no one was in sight. Not even Marinette, whether the girl had disappeared to. No doubt she’d planned to trap Lila and lead the mob right to her.

Honestly, it’s what Lila would have done had their places been switched. Why would Marinette act any differently?

Of course, Marinette was a goody-goody. It made her easy to predict and manipulate. But really, Marinette was no different than anyone else. She’d drop the nice girl act once it inconvenienced her. It only made sense that Lila act first.

“Hey! You there!” Came a voice. Staying cool, Lila casually looked over her shoulder to see a man and woman walking towards her. Strangers. She hadn’t met them before, but from their countenance and the rope the man was holding, they were clearly part of the akuma’s thrall. “You didn’t happen to see Lila Rossi around here, have you?”

She cleared her throat before speaking in a voice as low and gravely as she could. “What’s she look like?” She asked, acting curious.

“She’s a teenager. Fourteen to fifteen years old. She wears orange and has her hair in this ridiculous style. Honestly, it looks like sausages are attached to her head.”

How dare you—!

“No, sir!” Lila replied with false cheer as she had to hold back her annoyance. “Just fixing to do my sweeping! Sweepy, sweepy!”

The man gave her a strange look. “Okay…”

The woman shook her head at him before turning to Lila. “Just keep an eye out if you see her. She’s a horrible liar and cannot be trusted. She has a good punishment coming to her.”

Like that would be happening.

“Sure thang! You give that little miscreant what for!” She replied before pretending to go back to her work. The two gave each other uncertain looks before shrugging and going back to searching the rest of the school.

Hah. Fools.

She carried on towards the exit, patting herself on the back for another crisis avoided.

Unbeknownst to her, the two watched her leave.

“Why was she talking about sweeping with a mop?” The man asked his partner.

“Who knows?” The woman replied, sending out a message on her phone. “Let’s make sure to keep an eye out for her, just in case...”

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The sounds of chanting distracted Marinette from her kwami, drawing her attention to the hallways outside of the room. It seemed that some of the marchers had started searching the school for where Lila could be hiding.

And it appeared that Lila herself had noticed as well, Marinette bumped into her shortly after hiding Tikki in her bag and leaving the classroom.

“Lila, what are you doing out here?” Marinette hissed upon seeing the other girl out of the closet. She was wearing a disguise of some sort that she must have lifted from the supply closet. Clearly an act of desperation, Marinette could tell. The apron hung loosely around her and barely held the blankets she’d stuffed underneath it in place. The janitor’s jacket was much too big for her. And she had gone so far as to put one of the hairnets over her head. The boots covering her feet were ill-fitting and clunky, more likely to trip her if she tried to run in them. Altogether, it was an attempt to give her the illusion of a different weight and stature, and make her appear to be one of the school’s janitorial staff. A good idea in theory.

But as it was, she just looked like a disaster bound to get more attention than deflect it.

“They started to check the rooms and nearly found me!” Lila hissed.

“Not if the door was locked!”

“They could have busted it down!”

“It was a SUPPLY CLOSET! If you’d stayed in place and kept quiet, they would have just moved on. All you had to do was stay hidden!”

“And then what?” Lila demanded. “Wait for you to lead the mob right to me?”

Marinette growled. “In case you’ve missed the memo, I’m the only one fully aware of just how horrible you and still NOT willing to sell you out to the akuma.”

“And that is ever so kind of you.” Lila said with false graciousness.

Marinette…just didn’t have it in her to try and fight. She was already anxious, paranoid, and on edge. The akuma was slowly taking over the city all for the purpose of hunting down one teenage girl. A teenage girl that Marinette could honestly say she despised more than any other, and would be ashamed to admit she would want to simply leave to her fate. Even her own kwami was advocating for it.

But Ladybug is better than that. And so is Marinette.

So despite her misgivings, nudging from Tikki, and temptation in general, Marinette took it upon herself to protect her enemy and try to lead her to safety.

However, since she was doing so as Marinette, it was only a matter of time before they were bound to run into a search party from the mob. Glancing around the corner of the school, Marinette counted…five…six of them? And sure enough, there was the akumatized Rose—Witch Hunter herself, scouring the streets and calling more people to her cause as she continued to read from her list with one hand and ring a bell with the other.

Was the scroll the akumatized object? It seemed too obvious. But the bell was questionable as well…

Nevermind that. Sanctuary was the priority right now. And the safest place she could think of was home.

But as it was, the mob was blocking the way to the Bakery. As loathe as Marinette was to let Lila into her home (and as much as part of her knew Lila would abuse the sanctuary to find something to use against her), it was the only place at this point she could think of to safely hide the other girl while she transformed into Ladybug.

Unfortunately, they had to find a way past the hunting party first.

Also unfortunately, Lila had her own plan on how to get around this obstacle.

Said plan involved shoving Marinette into the open. And hard enough to make the naturally clumsy girl tumble out from their hiding place and face plant onto the ground.

“Look!” Lila called out, cupping her hands around her mouth to make her voice echo. “A conspirator helping the Witch! Someone grab her!”

Marinette gasped and sent Lila a nasty glare from over her shoulder.

Curse her sudden but inevitable betrayal!

Marinette turned back to the mob, fully knowing she would have seconds to see them converge upon her before her untimely demise.

Only…they just stood there staring at her.

“Hey! That’s Marinette!” Came a cry—Alya, she recognized.

“She was shoved!” Someone exclaimed.

“But she’s an innocent!” Witch Hunter announced. “The sort to try and help someone no matter how horrible they are or how little they deserve it.”

Oh. Thank you, Rose. Kind of someone to actually notice.

“And someone shoved her and tried to make her a target!”

Gasps abounded. Marinette blinked in confusion.

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

Lila was clearly even more confused, given her bewildered and frustrated expression.

“Only the Witch would do that!” Witch Hunter proclaimed loudly, drawing more people to the area. She pointed to the poorly disguised Lila. “No disguise can hide your foulness! GET THE WITCH!”

“Wait…let’s not go with that!” Marinette cried out, but she was ignored as the mob charged at Lila with a multitude of battle cries and wielding various objects including but not limited to some branches, two hockey sticks, and somehow, a pitchfork.

“Oh come on!” Lila exclaimed, swiftly turning and making a run for it.

The mob chased after her with Witch Hunter at the lead. They all made sure not to trample Marinette as they passed, leaving her unharmed save for her initial tumble, so there was that at least.

Within moments, Marinette was left mostly alone, save for a few members of the hunting party who saw fit to try and check on her. She was still sprawled out on the ground. Less injured than she expected she would be. But alive! And not taken by the mob.

That...

That did not go as she expected.

Though it clearly didn’t go as Lila expected either.

So…win?

“It’s okay, Marinette.” Alya said, in a way that might have been considered comforting had it been a couple months ago and a mob-inciting akuma not been involved. “Lila is a horrible deceiver. You didn’t know any better.”

…She could swear Alya was patronizing her.

“Yeah. Sure.” Not like she had been the one trying to warn everyone else or anything.

Alya appeared oblivious to the sarcasm. Instead, she pulled out her cellphone and grinned at whatever was on it.

“No worries! I’ve already put out an alert to the Ladyblog. Everyone will know of Lila’s crimes, so there’s no way she’ll escape punishment.” She smiled at Marinette. “You go home and rest. You’ve been through more than enough from that Liar.” She spat out the final word like a curse.

Marinette…forced herself to weakly smile back.

“Thanks…”

She watched, wondering what weird morbid world she was in as Alya announced she would be going to rejoin the search so she could get Lila’s demise on camera. For prosperity.

Marinette just stared as the last of the mob trailed off.

“Did that just happen?”

Tikki popped her head out of the bag.

“I told you to just let the mob have her.”

“SHUSH.”

#ml fic #witch hunter #lila sucks #marinette dupain cheng #tikki #tikki no #evil tikki #rose lavillant

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logical-little-lies · 3 years

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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.

"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.

"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!"

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."

"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."

"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.

A/N: Send me asks/reblog with your thoughts+reactions to this please! Feedback is appreciated sm!

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iggyalfi2319 · 4 years

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Hoodie and rag doll

Warning: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, mention of self-harm, mention of dead characters, mention of dysphoria and misuse of pronouns. Small deaging.

If I forget to mention anything else that makes you uncomfortable, please tell me.

Janus waited for the others to leave.

Again, they hadn't been invited for the video.

At this point they were getting used to it, so that wasn't the main reason of why they were holding back their tears and trying very hard to quiet their sobs.

Hearing the others trash talking about them didn't trigger it either but it made it worse.

How the Hell Remus took all the insults and simply brush them off when he first time showed up?

"Take it easy guys, girls and non-binary pals. PEACE OUT!"

Thomas's catchphrase pulled Janus out of their thoughts.

"Another video who went wonderfully well!" Roman said proudly. "And no one to bother us!"

At that Virgil snorted in satisfaction while Patton nodded happily.

Logan remained stoic as usual, but Janus picked up the slight frown on his face.

The snake Side quickly ducked in the corner when the bespectacled man looked in their direction.

*oh no... He saw me....he saw me... He-*

"Now this is over, I suggest we go ingest necessary nutrients." Logan said, adjusting his glasses.

"Let's make a famILY lunch together!" Patton said happily.

Everyone went to the kitchen.

Janus sighed in relief.

When Logan came out.

Again the deceitful Side stiffened.

The Logic Side placed a plate with a couple of apples on the coffee table before leaving again.

Janus blinked.

Apple was their favorite treat, but why Logan would -

The kitchen's door locked with an audible click.

"..."

Janus came out of their hiding spot and went to the plate of apples.

Pink ladies, Golden, Granny Smith...

They smiled softly and picked up the plate, before going to the sunny spot offered by the big window.

They quietly sat down on the floor, enjoying the sunlight, thinking about what happened earlier.

Despite Remus's pleas to stop, Janus went into Virgil's old room. Again.

They put on his old hoodie, feeling the weight of nostalgia and regret crushing them even more everytime they did.

They lingered in the room, the heavy afterglow of Anxiety still affecting them.

"Please, Janus. Stop punishing yourself like that. It won't make him come back and you know that more than anyone else." Remus sighed. "He made his choice. This isn't your fault in any way."

Janus hissed at him, curling up inside the hoodie.

Whoever Virgil liked it or not, he and Janus were sharing similarities.

That included the hissing, stubbornness and short temper, despite Janus denying it.

"Leave me alone..." The snake Side muttered, not bothering to lie.

"You're only hurting yourself... I'm really worried about you..." Remus said with genuine concern.

"I miss the old times..." Janus hugged themself

"So do I." The Duke rubbed their back. "But you need to move on..."

Janus curled more, the hoodie practically swallowing them.

After a few minutes,

"I need some sun..." They mumbled.

"indeed you do." Remus stood up. "But you know how it will end up if the others catch you, especially Virgil..."

Janus sulked.

Remus sighed.

"I... I have something for you..."

Heterochromatic eyes looked at him.

Before widening at the sight of said "thing".

"you..." Janus' breath itched. "You had it all this time..."

"well, it was very hard to find substitute for the missing pieces..." Remus looked away for a second before handing it with a sad smile. "I fixed it the best I could."

The snake Side snatched it and hugged it tightly, their body shaken by their loud sobs.

"I miss him! I miss them! I miss everyone!"

"I know you do, Jay-Jay." Remus hugged them. "I know..."

He let them cry for a while.

Before gently pulling away.

"geez, thanks to you I'm all snotty covered. Mind doing the same on my back?"

Janus hissed at him, really embarrassed.

Remus wiped their face with his sleeve.

"Careful, you don't wanna stain his hoodie, do you?"

"thanks..." Janus hiccuped softly.

"Don't mention it." Remus grinned.

He looked at the clock.

"now now, it's almost lunch. Maybe you'll have a few minutes of sunlight if you're careful."

Janus nodded before hastily leaving.

*a lot happened since you left, Emo...* Remus thought sadly. *And some things remain unchanged...*

Janus finished the last apple from the plate, before yawning.

When was the last time they did that?

That silly habit of always eating an apple before napping.

The others used to tease them about it.

N-apple-ing Remus dubbed it.

The sunlight was nice.

And the hoodie so warm.

A small nap wouldn't hurt... Right?

Janus lied on the floor and curled up, making themself smaller than they already were.

Soon lunch time was over.

"thanks for the meal, Padre!" Roman exclaimed. "Now, who's up for a Disney marathon?"

With the lack of negative answers, he headed to the living room, followed by the others.

Then, Virgil stopped short.

Roman looked in the same direction.

"isn't that your old hoodie?" Patton said, after looking too.

"I was sure I got rid of it..." Virgil growled.

Roman slowly approached it, about to unsheathe his sword.

Before he could make his next move, octopus tentacles suddenly wrapped around him and his mouth, as well as around Virgil and Patton.

Logan remained unphased, as if he knew it would happen.

"I'm sorry but I cannot let you disturb Jay Jay." Remus said, lifting up the struggling Sides as he snatched his brother's sword.

Logan approached the "hoodie".

"May I?" He asked the Duke.

"as long as you don't wake them up." Remus said. "Thanks for the apples by the way. Looks like Janus appreciated them."

Patton shot a look of betrayal at Logan while Roman and Virgil glared at him.

Said logic Side ignored them and picked up the plate.

He pulled out a tissue and gently wiped Janus' mouth.

"They'll never change." Remus said nostalgically yet with his usual IDGAF tone.

"how did you called that again?" Logan asked.

"Apple napping. N-apple-ing." The green Side grinned.

The other three stopped struggling at that. Especially Virgil.

Wearing his hoodie? Eating apples before a nap?

Wait...

If Janus is sound asleep right now, that would mean...

"Yes, they still have "it"." Remus said, uncharacteristically sad.

He slowly put them down.

"you wake them, I'll kill you." He warned.

He let them go before going to Logan.

"I don't see anything new." The logic Side said, checking Janus' arms and extra arms, who were hugging themself.

Roman, Virgil and Patton were confused.

"well, for one, they wear their gloves all the time after I threatened to tape them permanently, and for two, they will do nothing while wearing the Emo's hoodie." Remus said.

"why is that?" Logan asked. "I thought it was hurting them more than anything else?"

"mentally and emotionally, it's wearing them out." Remus sighed. "But that's the only way to keep them from clawing themselves. Because they didn't want to stain it with blood and washing it would meant washing Virge's smell away."

Virgil had a double take.

Not only he just learned that Janus self harmed, but they were also holding onto his... Smell?

He looked at the sleeping Side.

They looked so sad and yet so peaceful.

He shook his head, blocking the flow of memories.

"What is that thing?" Roman asked, pointing at the said thing that Janus had been hugging tightly.

"isn't he so cute all sleepy like that?" Patton cooed.

"Shhhh!" Remus shushed. "And it's they/them!"

"Thomas use he/him as well as everyone one else here, so I don't see why it would be different for him." Virgil huffed, pointing at Janus.

Remus gritted his teeth, seething.

The reason behind Janus' self harm wasn't only blaming themself for making Virgil leave.

They actually hated themself.

Their appearance, their gender, who they were.

They didn't know who they are supposed to be.

They wanted to help Thomas but being labelled as the bad guy made them feel really conflicted.

Remus immediately supported them when they said they were looking for the person they would like to be and use they/them in the meantime.

Logan pretty much respected their choice.

He had quickly learned to tolerate Janus as a fellow Side.

That Light and Dark labelling was irrelevant as they were all part of Thomas. And so, Logan should care about their well-being as much as the others.

Sadly, when it came to the others, it was easier said than done. Roman's sorting out everything in "Good" or "Evil". Patton wasn't really different. And Virgil being extremely vigilant of not too much.

The arguing went on.

When everyone covered their mouths.

Janus slowly sat up, rubbing their eyes with a sleeve too big for them.

Patton wanted to gush at how adorable they looked, Roman and Virgil trying to resist, the later wondering if his old hoodie was that oversized or if Janus...had shrank down...

"Wemus, I'm sweepy..." They whined softly, hugging the "thing".

"is that...a rag doll?" Patton asked, once the silent spell was gone.

"not any rag doll..." Virgil muttered. "It's Chimera..."

"Chimera ?" Roman and Patton asked.

Janus hugged it more tightly, as they kept looking smaller...and younger.

"I do believe that doll is a collection of pieces of fabric from every Sides?" Logan theorized.

"Ding ding!" Remus said. "Even though some pieces aren't the original anymore. I had to find substitute to fix the missing pieces."

Virgil froze at that.

Missing pieces? Janus was too careful to damage Chimera, and there was no way Remus would rough play with it. Meaning...

"a lot happened since you left."

They were all shocked to see Janus, looking like around 10-12 yo. Minus Remus.

"Jay Jay, you did it again. I think you should stop wearing the hoodie..."

"no!" Janus pouted.

"what happened to the others?..." Virge dared to ask.

The snake Side held up the doll.

With a swift move, it had vanished to thin air.

"Just like that. The ones after the others." Janus said monotonously.

they slowly stood up.

"I suppose you want your hoodie back?" They asked, while shifting back to normal.

Virgil didn't answer.

"hum... Janus ?" Patton asked slowly. "What's up with the ... age thing?"

They really didn't want to tell him but it was better to rip off the band-aid anyway.

"happens when I reminisce about the good times." Janus hissed. "I guess I really haven't moved on..."

They sank down.

"So much for a sun nap." Remus shook his head.

"keep me informed of their situation." Logan ordered.

"Will do, nerdy wolverine." Remus rolled his eyes and sank down.

"what the hell was all of this..." Roman groaned

"oh, I forgot!" Remus popped back, making the others jump out of their skins (a little jolt from Logan)

"what is it this time?" Roman sighed sharply.

"you'll thank me later ~" Remus threw a picture at Patton like a shuriken.

Said fatherly Side yelped and struggled to catch it.

Remus was gone before Roman could even deal with him.

They looked at the picture.

It's was child Janus sleeping peacefully, curled up inside the hoodie while hugging the rag doll.

Patton couldn't stop squealing and awwwing

Roman was raging because he couldn't find a nickname for someone supposed evil, looking this adorable.

Virgil...

Virgil was absolutely distraught.

He thought leaving the "Dark Sides" would be for the best.

He had just swept the eggshells under his bed.

He hated that feeling.

Just because of his old hoodie and that stupid rag doll.

♥️ 🔄 💬

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reximusprimus · 3 years

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On Tidying My Life, Day 2

This morning I had difficulty waking up on time. I hit the snooze button once, and ten minutes later I just turned my alarm off and fell back asleep. After what felt like five minutes, I got up and noticed it had been an hour. So I was up an hour late, but I’m not going to gripe at myself about it. I slept so well and needed the rest.

I had my tea and made a great breakfast of scrambled eggs and sausage. My favorite maple-flavored sausage! I caught up with social media, avoided the news because my mental state couldn’t take it. I did a brief meditation that didn’t help me become more centered like yesterday’s. I won’t be doing that one again.

Then I got dressed and went to my parents’ house to pick up a few things. My lovely mother ordered the jewelry box I put on my Amazon wishlist and it had arrived! I also took some hangars off their hands. Gonna need to hang up some clothes that won’t find homes in my packed drawers. Then I headed to QT and Price Chopper and then home.

Today’s focus was on my desk and the floor. I emptied out my desk of most of my makeup and stored what I was keeping in a plastic box to keep in the bathroom with the rest of my makeup. I can’t wait to do more creative looks with what I found! I placed my Xbox 360 in a drawer with video games, CDs, and cords. I went through some boxes that were just out and cluttering things up and put them in the closet to consolidate later on.

Everything in my vinyl shelving nonsense went to new homes either in my closet or in my desk. Then I moved the shelves to the hallway outside to be discarded. I hate that thing. It’s ugly and flimsy and just doesn’t serve me anymore. It allows me to be messy and just toss things into it, rather than purposefully folding and putting things away efficiently. I feel so relieved. It also made my room feel smaller and more cramped.

Now that it’s gone, there’s so much more space. I arranged my shoes in the space and got everything I could up off the floor. Next I cleared off the top of my desk. I hung all my bras on a hangar in the closet and took everything else off and into their proper homes.

My TV went back on the desk after probably over a week away, and I plugged my PS4 into it and moved the desk back up against the wall. It’s so much easier to move now that it’s almost empty!

And with that, my room is now mostly complete. There are a few detail things I want to do, but I don’t have the necessary bandwidth to do them today. I need to transfer my jewelry to the new box and consolidate stuff in my closet into clear plastic bins that I have waiting. I need to wash my bedding. I also need to thoroughly vacuum and dust, and my window needs washing.

I have reached a good place and feel so much more welcome in my room. I’m so excited for it! Now I can focus on other areas of the apartment, like the bathroom. I told my roomie room about my plans to organize the bathroom to the best of my abilities and he got very excited. It’s a mess in there! Then I can clean and get caught up on the chores my Sweepy app keeps harping on me to do.

Despite being very tired, I am satisfied and fulfilled. I am proud of the progress I have made and the big change for me. I’m a naturally messy person, both in my living environment and personal life. By structuring my days and tidying up my living spaces, I can ease some of the strain of everything being such a mess all the time.

And for the first time in a long time, I can feel good about what’s coming.

Bonus: I found a bunch of old pictures but didn’t go through them, due to not being in the best mental place. But I’m sure I’ll look at them soon.

#personal #tidying up #day 2 #konmarie #marie kondo #cleaning

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alpha-bnha-boys · 5 years

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I feel like it would be cute to request a scenario for shinsou as a kid or 🍼 thank you so much!!!

A wonderful request my dear!! ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ

AND BEFORE ANY OF YOU START WITH THAT:

“oH, sMuTsY jUsT dId A sHiNsOu rEqUeSt-” ヘ（。□°）ヘ

Yes, Yes I did. Don’t act like I didn’t give y’all full disclosure of my incurable and damn near crippling Shinsou-bias. ALSO I’m trying to post something here on Tumblr everyday, and this is the one I finished first because it was so hella cute and fun and I couldn’t help myself!

I’M SORRY I’M SUCH A HOE FOR THE EGGPLANT

・゜・(ノД`)

Am simple smutsy. I see Shinsou, I write... (´;ω;｀)

Honestly though, I’m sorry you guys... I’m gonna do more than just Shinsou, I promise.

I hope none of you are too upset with me, and that you will still be able to enjoy this little fluff piece! (*´･∀･)

But I meant what I said @negansnumberonewifie - this is a wonderful request, thank you so much! I loved writing it, and I hope you enjoy it too!

• Shinsou : 🍼 •

* No warnings! Pretty sure this one is like 99% SFW!

Except for language, but that’s a given...

However I did hold back this time. Note the lack of f-bombs.

I surprise even myself, sometimes.

Nearly all the heroes had been called to the inner district of the city; as a hoard of villains were wreaking havoc on the general public. You and Shinsou had been partnered up, and you used both of your quirks to take down as many villains as you could. By the time the battle was over, the heroes had triumphed and the villains were detained and escorted away from the scene.

Medical units were being called in by the dozen. One of the villains had a peculiar quirk that had left several civilians reverted to their child-like selves. Only a few had been affected, but the emergency response teams were doing their best to corral them up and comfort their panicked cries.

- - - - - - - - -

After a moment or so, you scanned the area, your face dawning with panic.

“W-Where’s Shinsou?!”

The other heroes heard your distress, their gazes shooting over to you.

Suddenly, you felt a small tug on your shirt.

Looking down, you saw a child, what appeared to be a five year old boy.

He had wild indigo hair, and clothes that were entirely too big for him, baggy on his small little frame…

‘Oh… Oh shit.’

“Sh-Shinsou?? Is that-??”

The little boy nodded, toddling closer to you as the other heroes dashed over with an emergency response team in tow.

You felt Shinsou nuzzle up against you, clinging to your leg shyly.

Your mind was dumbfounded.

‘Oh my God… he’s so cute…’

The medical units tried to coax him away from you, but he wouldn’t budge; silently shaking his head at every attempt to coerce him into their arms.

You knelt down to Shinsou’s eye-level, and he was quick to rush into your arms, wrapping his own around your neck and hiding his face in your shoulder.

“Shinsou, s-sweetheart, these people are trying to help you. They just want to take care of you until you go back to normal.”

“Nuh-uh.” He shook his head again, burying himself further into your neck, his little legs scrambling to wrap themselves around your waist.

“I wanna stay with Y/N.”

Kaminari was there, and he knelt down beside you, chiming in with a big smile on his face;

“Hey buddy! Don’t you wanna come hang out with your best pal Denki?”

Shinsou shook his head again.

“I wanna be with Y/N. I like Y/N.”

Denki smiled, scratching the back of his head.

“Aw don’t you like me too, buddy?”

Shinsou peeked out from your neck, looking Kaminari in the eyes with a pout.

“It’s diffwent.”

A blush creeped up your face, but you smiled softly, scooping the child up in your arms.

You patted the back of his head, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll look after him until the affects wear off, is that alright?”

The first responder scrambled for words, a little surprised you’d be willing to do such a thing,

“W-w-well sure! T-that’s fine, if you want to! The effects appear to only last 12 hours, so he’ll be back to normal by tomorrow morning!”

It was only a little past 1PM, so you decided to enjoy every minute you had with the Little Shinsou, utterly enchanted with his adorable disposition.

However, his lack of filter was an added bonus you had not anticipated.

After trading in his massive adult shoes for some kids’ shoes at a nearby store, you took him to the dessert parlor you were both regulars at.

Shinsou looked at the menu and shook his head.

“What’s wrong? You normally come here all the time, Shinsou.”

Shinsou crossed his arms, “Everything hewre is too sweet, I onwy come here because you’re always hewre getting tea.”

You made a mental note to start visiting another snack/beverage location, one that Shinsou might like too; as the child’s confession had made your heart flutter.

After grabbing pretzels from a nearby stand, you saw a sign for a petting zoo that was currently operating in the park, and asked Shinsou if he’d like to go.

Shinsou nodded his head vigorously, pretzel crumbs all along his mouth.

“Yes pwease! I wanna go to the petting zoo, pwease!”

As you made your way to the park, he wrapped his hand around your fingers, dragging you along behind him.

“Come on Y/N! Wet’s go!”

You giggled, reveling in his excitement as you approached the animal pens and bought a baggy of food for each.

Shinsou’s face grew worried for a moment, and he fiddled with his baggy clothes, reaching for something in his back pocket.

He pulled out his wallet, the leather bound pocketbook looking so large in his tiny hands.

“Hewre! I don’t want you to have to pay fowr it!”

You laughed, “Shinsou, I don’t mind! It’s my treat!”

Shinsou shook his head defiantly, a stern pout on his face.

“No Y/N, a gentwlmen is suppowsed to pay fowr his date.”

You blushed, bending down to give the child a kiss on the forehead.

“How about I take out the $6 for our tickets, okay?”

Before he could protest, the petting zoo worker opened the gate for the bunny pen, and Shinsou went rushing inside along with a few other children.

You opened his wallet, deciding to humor him and take out the $6 you had agreed upon.

Aside from usual wallet items; IDs, receipts, credit/debit cards and etc., the wallet was quite obviously Shinsou’s.

It had PetSmart member’s card, a punch-card from a coffee shop (2 punches away from a free coffee, by the way), a library card, a member’s card for a bicycle shop.

You couldn’t help but smile at it all.

You saw a photo poking out of a pouch in his wallet, the corner pointedly worn from use; curiosity getting the best of you, you pulled it out.

It was a 4 paneled photo the two of you. Its edges more worn than the pouch that held it.

You and the class went to the fair in your last year at UA, and you had all decided to go to a photo booth.

Once all the photos were done, everyone started leaving, but Shinsou said he accidentally put an extra token in the machine.

You happily offered to take some photos with him.

And he had… kept it… after all this time.

4 panels of the two of you; one of you giving each other rabbit ears, one of you making funny faces, another of you sticking your tongues out, and the last one- you surprising Shinsou with a kiss on the cheek, his face blooming with red.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a small voice calling out to you, “Come on Y/N! You gotta pet the bunnies!”

You slid the photo back into its pouch and tucked the wallet into your bag, deciding to hold onto it for safe keeping.

You knelt down beside Shinsou in the pen, watching with soft eyes as he gently petted one the rabbits, its nose crinkling and eyes closing happily at his gentle touch.

You saw the other children, hastily chasing around the rabbits as their parents scolded them.

Shinsou was so loving, so tender with the creature, easing his hand in front of it with food and smiling as it ate from his hand.

‘I bet he always was mature for his age.’

After the bunnies, you visited the goats, and you and Shinsou laughed at how goofy they were. Then the ducks, where Shinsou made a friend that decided to sit in his lap. Finally you visited the chickens, where Shinsou pointed out a particularly scraggly looking black one asleep in the corner, saying it looked like Aizawa.

After wiping the tears from your eyes from laughter, Shinsou grabbed your hand, yawning.

“Hey Y/N, can we take a nap? I’m getting sweepy.”

You smiled, scooping the child into your arms and letting him rest his head on your shoulder like he had earlier.

“Alright honey, let’s go back to my house; then we can take a nap. How does that sound?”

You arrived home, Shinsou having fallen asleep before you’d even left the park.

You laid him down gently on the loveseat in your living room, sliding a pillow under his head and tucking him in with a fuzzy blanket. You removed his scarf and brushed the hair out of his face, marveling at his angelic face as he slept.

‘I wonder if we ever had a baby- would they be this cute?’

You blushed at the thought, but decided you were in need of a nap too, getting yourself situated on the big couch beside him.

It wasn’t even 10 minutes after you’d closed your eyes before you felt a familiar tug at your shirt.

There was Shinsou, sleepy-eyed as ever and clutching the fuzz blanket in his arms.

“Can I sweep wif you?”

You smiled, scooting over as you made room for him.

“Sure, come here sweetheart.”

Turns out the petting zoo as well as the battle from earlier had worn both of you out.

You held the child in your arms, humming at the warmth from his tiny body. Not long after, you both fell asleep.

You awoke the next morning to a simultaneously awakening Shinsou groaning beneath you.

‘Beneath you? You had been the big spoon, what-?

Oh…

Oh shit.’

Shinsou had changed back overnight, and now you were laying on his chest, half-sprawled out on top of him.

You fought back the wince as his eyes fluttered open, realizing you had no time to retreat or feign ignorance.

You were about to have some serious explaining to do.

Dee End! ;3

xoxo, Mama Smutsy ヽ(｡• ω•｡)ﾉ

#BNHA scenarios #Shinsou Hitoshi BNHA scenarios #Shinsou Hitoshi Scenarios #Shinsou Hitoshi Imagines #Shinsou Hitoshi #Hitoshi Shinsou #BNHA boys #Shinsou Hitoshi Kid Version #BNHA kids #BNHA kid versions #BNHA SFW #BNHA fluff #Mama Smutsy #Smutsy #But writing BNHA kids makes me feel like Mother Goose #My transformation has begun

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clubdolan · 4 years

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#dadtat | GD

I didn’t proof read this 10 times and it’s not that interesting but I wanted to edit a baby name on Grayson OK

It had been nine months.

Nine long, drawn-out months.

They felt longest to Molly, the one carrying the baby.

The felt longest to Grayson, father of the baby.

But his fans swore it felt longer to them than anyone else. Simply because they rarely saw bump pictures, never heard any updates, didn’t know of a due date or any other details.

They predicted dates from how large her stomach was in a few paparazzi shots or pictures fans took in public. They judged by the products they were seen shopping for or items seen in the background of pictures or videos.

Comments begged for info, the entire family had dm’s full of questions hoping that one person close to them would answer; but no one did.

Rumors circled once a week of Ethan’s Jeep being seen at a hospital or that Cameron was seen at a restaurant which obviously meant she was in town for the baby.

Every inch of snapchats were zoomed in on and no one could figure out from one simple snap of Ethan’s feet on a tile floor meant they were at the hospital.

Contractions had started a few days before and Molly spent hours in a hot shower, she watched TV on all fours swearing it helped the pressure, she slept with seven pillows propped around her body and Grayson was on red-alert for anything to happen.

His mom paced their house, hearing Molly groan from contractions as Grayson was on the phone with the doctor who explained they still needed to wait to come in.

Molly sipped on prune juice, pickle juice and any other juice that was supposed to help further pregnancy. She walked the block, she went up and down stairs and bounced on an exercise ball for hours at a time.

“Gray... yeah, hun.. forget the milkshake... just get home when you-- everything’s fine-- how far are-- okay, just come--” Lisa pulled her phone from her ear, “He hung up but he’s on his way home.”

“This is SO GROSS.” Ethan gagged, looking at the bed Molly continued to sit on... the bed that her water broke on as soon as she said she wanted to lay down for a nap.

“I didn’t ask you to clean it, I asked you to get me another pair of pants.” She whined, rubbing the bottom of her stomach as another contraction hit. Ethan’s face contorted as he opened a drawer and tossed a pair of sweatpants her way. “And can you please go get a garbage bag from the pantry? I’m just throwing these sheets away.”

He nodded and made his way downstairs, passing his Mom, “Your bag, baby bag, Grayson’s bag, all by the door. Anything else?”

Molly was pulling up her new sweat pants, gasping for breath before she pulled the sheets off of her bed. “Hun, don’t do that. Make your way downstairs, I’ll get the sheets off the bed.”

“I feel like I’m going to take one step and she’s going to fall right out.”

“That’s the feeling you should have.” Lisa laughed, “Hold the bag open, E.” “EW, no, can’t you just, do it.. yourself?”

“Ethan. Open the bag.” She glared at him before he held it open and held his breath while she tossed the sheets inside and tied it. “Now take it to the trash.”

He groaned, holding the bag as far away from his body as he could. “Don’t come near me! This is toxic!”

“What the fuck, E?! What happened?!” Grayson screamed, running up the stairs, “Mol? Mom? What’s happening? Why did I--

“My water broke, babe.” Molly forced a smile, “We are calm..” She kept going down he stairs, “and breathing” she continued slowly down, “and going to the hospital.”

“Where are the bags?--

“By the door.”

“Where are my key?--

“I’m driving.” Ethan spun the key ring on his finger, waiting by the door.

“We have to take Molly’s car--

“Molly’s car because the car seat fits in it best, I know, I know.” He pushed the door open to the garage.

Molly started crying and mumbled, “I need my shoes....”

Grayson skipped three stairs at a time, running into their room and back down the stairs with a pair of slides for her.

Everything seemed rushed and quick and going by one hundred miles an hour until the hospital room was still, the only sound was the machines monitoring Molly and the baby.

“She’s perfect.” Molly brushed her finger on the baby’s cheek as she fed, “I can’t stop crying.”

“You’re a perfect, mom.”

She looked up at Grayson who sat next to the both of them, “You’re a perfect, daddy.”

He brushed his fingers gently along the small bit of hair she had, “This is so crazy. So crazy.”

“It doesn’t feel real..” Molly said, “It could be that I haven't slept in 36 hours, but I still think it would feel weird if I had.”

“Are you good for visitors? Or?”

“Once she’s done, which is probably soon. I think she’s slowing down.” Molly looked at her little face, trying to judge if she was still eating or not. “It feels like she’s slowing down... I can’t wait for her to be done because it’s more painful than I realized. You can go get them.”

He kissed Molly and the top of the babies head, pushing the door open and walking down the hall. The room hushed as he entered, “She’s here.”

Grayson let out a breath, it felt like a weight was off his shoulders, “Ten fourteen this morning, seven pound, six ounce, nineteen inch, baby Dolan was born.” The room clapped, woo-d and took pictures, “Margo Rayne and mommy, are ready for visitors.”

“Margo!” They all said at the same time, taking turns hugging Grayson.

“You’re a dad.”

“You’re an uncle.” Ethan and Grayson hugged before he led him back to the room.

Everyone took turns holding her, taking pictures, face timing others; and Molly finally ate the Taco Bell she had been waiting thirty-six hours on.

@molly.d: best day ever 🎀

@graysondolan: My heart is so full. 💕

#DolanBaby was quickly trending, guesses it was a girl with their use of a pink bow and pink hearts.

But no one else posted anything until the next few days when they were finally home.

@molly.d: two days old 🧡 @graysondolan

Two days of cat naps, baby vomit, stinky diapers and family visiting. Molly lived on the couch all day; sleeping, feeding, changing diapers, eating whatever food Grayson made or brought home.

Grayson had to leave them for a few hours for a meeting and could barely stand it. He rushed home to find them both asleep on the couch, baby hidden in Molly’s shirt.

They didn’t wake as Ethan came over with Daniel, their tattoo guy. Molly only woke when the baby started wiggling, immediately feeding her and both of them fell back asleep.

An hour or so later she walked into the kitchen, “I didn’t even know you guys were here.”

The baby was in a little ball against her chest, swaddled tight with her usual pacifier in her mouth. The tattoo set-up didn’t even shock her, she didn’t even question it until she realized it was Grayson’s arm and not his leg that was getting a tattoo.

He could see the look on her face, “I promise you’ll like it.”

“I told him you’d give him that look.” Ethan shook his head, leaning over Molly to poke at the babies cheek. “Sweepy baby.”

“Do you want to hold her so I can go get a shower?”

“I am.... so busy...” Ethan sat back down, pulling his laptop out to act like he was working.

“I’ll hold her, babe.” Grayson stuck his free arm out and tapped his chest. “Lay her down on me, I’m here for a bit.”

Molly didn’t argue, she laid the little bundle on his chest and walked away.

Ethan snap chatted a picture of his feet with the words ‘tat time’ at the top. Grayson was in the background, the lamp hovering over him and Daniel was flashing the picture out but you could still see he was holding the baby on his chest, her little yellow blanket stood out from his black t-shirt.

Grayson kept still and looked at all the little faces she was making as she slept. He smiled, whispered to her and tried to ignore the pain of the tattoo needle on his wrist bone.

“E, can you grab that?”

“Huh? What?” He looked up from his phone, searching where Grayson was looking, “The pacifier?” He stood up and grabbed it, “Do I just--

“Don’t put it in her mouth, idiot. It’s dirty.” Grayson groaned, taking his free hand to rip it from Ethan’s hand, put it in his own mouth before putting it back in the babies.

“Because your mouth is cleaner than the floor?” Ethan laughed.

“I got anxious and showered way too quick.” Molly sighed, walking down the stairs to the kitchen. “Everything good?”

“Perfect.” Grayson smiled, “Except that I’m terrified for Ethan to ever have children.”

Ethan didn’t even argue, he just shrugged his shoulders and put his air pods in.

“Are you almost done?”

“Probably thirty minutes.” Daniel estimated, not even looking up from the tattoo.

“She won’t need fed for another few hours so--

“Go do whatever you need to, I got it.”

Molly quickly changed her clothes, tossed her hair in a ponytail and texted a friend to see if they could meet for coffee. She just wanted out of the house even though she also wanted to be stuck to her babies side 24/7.

She probably annoyed Grayson with the amount of times she texted him to make sure things were okay but he never complained. He finished his tattoo and Ethan had started when she arrived back, with lunch for all of them.

She looked at Ethan’s ankle, the skull was done and Daniel was onto the skateboards positioned as crossbones behind it. “Sweet, right?”

“Skate or die.” Molly said, unenthusiastically, putting up a rock symbol with her hand. “What’s yours, Gray?”

He shuffled the baby to his other arm and held his right wrist out where you could see the tattoo through the plastic.

“Awww, Gray...” Molly melted into his chest, choking back tears at the sweet tattoo. “You’re so cute.”

Grayson kissed the top of her head, glancing down at his tattoo again. Their little girl’s name was permanently inked into his arm:

MARGO RAYNE

“Do you want one, Molly? I have the single needle, we can make it tiny.” Daniel joked, “I can make sure it’s hidden--

“I kind of do...” She surprised all three of them, “Maybe just an M... or just her first name.... or the date...”

A few hours later she was squeezing Grayson’s hand almost as hard as she did while giving birth. Daniel counted down the seconds until it was over and wiped it off quickly.

“Take a breath, breathe.. it’s all done...” Grayson laughed, shaking Molly back to earth.

She quickly looked down at the inside of her wrist, a thin font spelled out her name:

“Oh my god I have a tattoo.”

“Mom’s with tattoos!” Daniel joked, “Do you like it?”

“I love it.” She teared up again as he wrapped it up, “And it didn’t hurt that--

“Sureeeeeee.” Ethan laughed, “Didn’t hurt.”

Cuddled together on the couch that night, Grayson edited his instagram post and ran it by Molly before he hit post. Margo was tucked in between his chest and the fuzzy blanket above them. One of his hands held her close to him and the other slid around Molly’s waist as she moved closer, “She’s literally the cutest thing on the planet. I can’t believe she’s ours.”

@graysondolan: baby girl got her own tattoo #margorayne

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