A/n: GUYS I GOT SO MANY REQUESTS TYSMJSSJBSSJ IM WORKING ON THEM SO DO NOT FRET NOR WORRY I HAVE THEM IN ORDER FOR WHICH ONES IM DOING FIRST AND SUCH

Wow all caps sorry lolz

ALSO if ya'll don't have a specific scenario/request, you can just leave a ship you'd like to see, and i'll search tumblr for prompts that could fit the ship, or—now this may sound crazy—use my own brain.

For -Fxckb0y_Vibe5- TYSM for the prompt!!

Roman sucked on his pacifier, smiling through it as he played with his toys. He looked at the clock. Thirty more minutes of little time until he had to force himself out.

See, Roman was a little. Which meant that he liked to slip into little space sometimes. Now, he couldn't let Patton, who was coming to have a chill day with him, know about this little coping mechanism of his, because he was quite nervous about ruining his reputation, as well as his relationship with the bubblier man.

So he continued to stay little, until about five minutes before, when he had to force himself out of the headspace and try to stay big. It was quite the challenge, however, he somehow managed to keep it up as Patton arrived. He smiled and waved, not trusting himself to speak, for fear of his little voice coming through.

He certainly didn't want to slip back, so cleared his throat a few times to try and ground himself, "Hey Patton!" He cheered eventually, his dramatic flair in full blast.

Patton giggled, setting his bag down, "Roman! It's great to see you sweetie!" He squealed, giving him a hug.

Roman blushed at the pet name, before forcing himself to not slip at it, "So—what do you wanna do?" He questioned.

"Well, I was thinking that we could do each other's hair! We're both getting on the longer side, so i'm sure there's enough to at least putt our bangs up into a pony tail or a braid!" He chirped, "I brought hair ties and some pins!"

"Sounds lovely, my dear! Come, let us venture to the living room, as I have some hand mirrors we could use to see the final product!" He exclaimed dramatically, welcoming Patton in and closing the door behind him.

Patton giggled, taking out the hair supplies before seating himself down next to Roman.

All had gone splendidly well, and Roman was sure his hair bad never looked better, and Patton's never cuter! By the time they were finished, Patton had suggested that they go and see the latest movie.

"Is—isn't that a scary movie?" He asked, shrinking in on himself a bit. Usually, he wouldn't mind, though he wasn't in the right headspace at the moment.

"Oh yeah! I wasn't sure about seeing a horror movie at first—i'm not really for all the spooky stuff, but i've been assured that there are no creepy crawly death dealers in it so I figured it'd be alright!" He beamed.

Roman had forgotten all about that movie—it had been suggested to them by Remus a few days prior, and they had absentmindedly agreed to see it. Part of him, —which was nothing like the brave and WONDERFUL Roman Patton knew-was afraid. Afraid of getting scared and slipping in front of Patton, afraid of being verbally lashed out at again by someone who felt bigger than he did—getting ridiculed for it...

Though maybe..such a movie as mature as the one they were seeing could ground him into his normal headspace? He had never seen a horror movie when he felt like he cloud switch over at any moment.

"I'll grab my stuff!" Roman exclaimed with a grin, quick to run up the stairs to grab his purse and wallet. He came back down and joined Patton in the car.

They began to drive, and Roman tried desperately to keep up a conversation as to not start slipping. Patton, ever the oblivious, turned on some Disney songs. Roman sung along to them happily, not able to repress the urge anymore. Maybe he could just make it seem like he wasn't in little space.

He stayed quiet, swinging his legs back and forth for the rest of the drive. He got extremely excited when they finally got there. He struggled with his seatbelt a bit, before opening the door and following Patton into the theatre. He got a little nervous at all the people, and slipped a hand into Patton's.

Patton squeezed back, and began to talk to the ticket man.

Roman gasped as they finally got to the snack stand, "can we get popcorn? And skittles? And M&M's and gummies?!" He squealed, clapping his hands, "I want a really big sprite!"

Patton chuckled, "woah sweet pea, are you sure? That's a huge sugar high to come off of..."

"Yes da—Patton!" He exclaimed, blushing as he had almost slipped up.

"Well, if you say so" he said suspiciously, taking note of Roman's strange behavior. He was being less extra than usual, though somehow...even more?

He shook his head, it was nothing. They paid for their snacks and read their tickets to find their seats. Luckily, or unluckily, they got a seat in the middle. People began to flood in and surround them as the previews played. Roman gulped down his soda nervously as the theatre quickly became jam packed.

When the previews finally faded out and the movie turned on, Roman realized two things.

One, he had to pee really, very badly, and had drank over half of his extra large soda.

Secondly, he was in little space watching a horror movie.

Yikes, not a very good combination...

He glanced around the theatre, seeing if there was an easy escape. Nope. There were far too many people, and there was no way he could get up without annoying people and blocking their views or tripping over anyone.

The movie had just started though, so he decided that he wanted to stay anyways—maybe his bladder was tricking him, it had barely even been any time at all! He didn't want to miss any exposition either. So he curled in on himself as the spooky beginning scene played, stuffing his face with popcorn.

He found himself nervously sipping on the rest of his soda, and before the exposition was even over. He crossed his legs and whimpered as something popped out of nowhere on screen and killed who they thought was the main character. He jumped up and yelped a little bit. Luckily, he wasn't alone, and everyone else did too.

He grabbed Patton's arm and hid his face in his shoulder. Patton welcomed the contact, a bit spooked himself. He hugged Roman close to him as they stared wide eyed at the screen.

Not even thirty minutes in and Roman was dying for the bathroom. His bladder felt like it would burst out of him and run to the bathroom itself if he didn't get up. He felt far too small to get there himself, and far too scared to get up and risk getting yelled at.

He had tried forcing himself out of little space, though it was no use. He was firmly locked into that state of mind, and nothing would've been able to pull him out.

The movie had everyone on the theatre on the edge of their seats. Halfway through the movie everybody was drawn in, looking as closely as they could as a slow, tense moment was happening. Since they were so intensely into the moment, when a jump scare popped out of nowhere, everybody in the theatre screamed and threw their popcorn.

Roman's death grip on Patton's arm increased as he gasped and jumped. His eyes widened even more when he realized that he was quickly loosing control and wetting himself.

He began to cry quietly as whimpers escaped him. He was wetting himself, everybody would laugh at him—Patton would find out he was little, and he would hate him, and leave him and call him a freak!

Silently, tears slipped down his face as he tried to choke back sobs, sniffling quietly. He felt the warmth around his crotch grow, and the blush on his cheeks darken as the puddle overflowed the chair and pitter pattered on the ground.

Patton had heard it at that point, and had a clue what had happened from the death grip and the crying—as soon as he saw what happened he gasped quietly, taking Roman's hand and helping him up. They quickly and silently left the theatre and made their way to the bathroom.

Patton locked the door behind him as he tended to Roman, "baby, honey—sweetie, what happened? Oh my goodness! Come here, it's alright!"

Roman buried his face in his hands, finally allowing himself to let go and start crying louder, "I—I'm sorry! I fe-feel so sma-all right now and It was ver' scary..." he mumbled, "I tried to hold it but I couldn't!" His eyes filled with fresh tears, and Patton quickly came over to wipe them away.

"Ro, it's alright!" Patton exclaimed gently.

"I had an accident..'m so gross..i'm sorry..."

Patton had a feeling he knew what was going on—he had read many articles online and was very supportive of the community he thought Roman was in, "baby...are you in little space?" He questioned.

Roman nodded, liking the new pet name, "Ye-yes..are you mad?" He asked quietly, looking up at Patton with a fear that the bubbly man never wanted to see again.

"No! Of course not! This is completely fine, and i'm so sorry if i made you feel like you couldn't tell me—"

"No! Daddy, I love you! It wasn't your fault, I was just afraid..." he trailed off.

"Daddy, huh?" Patton asked with a chuckle.

Roman blushed, "I—I—"

"Now, none of that kiddo, I love it! You know—if you wanted, I could be your caregiver! And also, no bad talk about yourself kiddo! I'll physically fight you, just ask Virgil!"

Roman gasped, "really?! You'll be my daddy?!"

Patton chuckled, "of course! Now, I know it's not that simple though, so we're going to have to talk some more, especially when you're bigger so we can talk about boundaries and rules, so come on, let's get home and get you changed and all cleaned up! How's a bubble bath sound?"

Roman nodded enthusiastically, "yes please!"

"Alrighty kiddo—first I want to know how old you are."

Roman held up eight fingers, "I'm four! Or..maybe five?"

Patton chuckled, "baby, you held up eight fingers."

"Huh?" Roman asked, looking at his hands, "oh!" He smiled brightly, before holding up seven.

"We..we can work with that" Patton chuckled, "let's get going, what are we waiting for?!" He chuckled, taking Roman's hand.

"N-no..i'm scared..what if someone sees me?" He mumbled.

"Hmm..I hadn't thought of that..oh! We can sneak out the back!" He whispered.

Roman giggled, "daddy what if we get caught?"

Patton smirked, "what if we don't?

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The ride home had been uncomfortable for Roman—not because he was embarrassed, but because his wet pants were clinging and rubbing against him, and getting rather cold.

As soon as got home, Patton was quick to undress Roman and run a nice, warm bubble bath for his little. He soaked for a while, playing with some bath toys that he'd informed Patton were underneath the second cabinet by the mirror.

He let Roman relax, washing his hair for him as his rubber duckies bravely and selflessly went into the soapy forest to retrieve their fallen leader.

"Daddy look! They found him, he's safe! Quick get the magical mermaid healer, before it's too late!" Roman gasped.

Patton swiftly grabbed the mermaid, handing it off to Roman, who healed the leader of the duck army.

"He's healed! Yes!! Daddy, he's all better!"

"Oh my gosh kiddo! I knew you could do it!" Patton exclaimed, a bright smile on his face as he unplugged the tub's stopper, "say goodbye to the ducks, sweetie, it's about time we get out! Look at you, all squeaky clean!"

Roman giggled as his Daddy took him out and wrapped him in a towel, helping him dry off. Roman insisted upon blow drying his hair, because even as a little, a prince has GOT to slay.

So after all of that was done and Patton had helped him get dressed, they sat themselves down in the living room and cuddled together, The Little Mermaid playing in the background as Patton ran his fingers soothingly through his exhausted little's hair.

Roman fell asleep within the next hour, cuddled up to his daddy's side.

A/n: JSHEUEHEHE I FEEL LIKE I DIDN'T ADD ENOUGH DETAILS OR STUFF IN THE THEATRE THERE WAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL

I think it was sweet though :>