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Method Acting

Little! Sebastian and Caregiver! Mia

Chapter: 1/?

A/N: gahhhhh this was supposed to be a one shot, oh well I suppose.

Minor Cw! For swearing

Seb lay there, staring at the ceiling, now adorned with glow-in-the-dark stars. Courtesy of Mia, of course 

He wondered how long this baby stint would go. 

It’s been a month now

Yet his main problem was that he didn’t hate it.

For god sake, he was a 28-year-old man. He shouldn’t be allowing himself to be brought down to this. 

Its simply really

He just wanted to help his girlfriend

One night he suggested method acting 

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  “What, you mean like be the character? 24/7? Yeah, no.” Mia scoops a glob of cookie dough ice cream, plopping it into her bowl. Sebastian waits on the couch for her, legs crossed, arms spread. 

  “Why not? All the greats do it! Al Pachino, Robert De Niro,-” He pauses, struggling to remember more of ‘The Greats.’ “Oh,- Jared Leto! Jared Leto pretty good.”

Mia sits on the couch and hands Sebastian his bowl, she lets out a huff of a laugh.

  “Babe, 1. Jared Leto is not one of ‘The Greats.’ 2. What he does isn't method acting, it's borderline psychotic.”  She snuggles into Sebastian's side, sighing. 

Sebastian pouts, and Mia smiles.

  “M’just trying to help” he sets his head atop hers, wrapping an arm around her. 

Mia moves herself to face him

  “You know, if I was a method actor, you would have to deal with that as well, right?” She smirks, playfully wiggling in his arms. 

     “Well yeah, how else would it work?” he answered as if it was a no-brainer.

“Alright then, I’ll come home in character next casting call then,” Her tone carried a snarkiness but was lighthearted. She settles back into Sebastian’s arms, grabbing her bowl of ice cream. Sebastian picks up the remote and hit play, seeming very proud of his contribution to his girlfriend's acting repetiteur.

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Sebastian walks in, sore and defeated. Rehearsal was a complete shit show today. Kieth decided it would be a great idea to rewrite an entire song without telling anyone. So rehearsal was primarily just a screaming fest.  

He snuffles to the closest surface he can lie on, letting himself fall onto the couch. He lies face down momentarily before scrunching himself into a fetal position. 

He’s there for only a couple of minutes before Mia comes home, her energy clearly the opposite of his. 

She’s bubbling, a new script in her hand. 

  “I feel good about this one, Seb. This character just feels-” she stops, looking at the poor man curled on the couch. 

     “That's-Thats great, really it is.” Sebastian's words mostly go into the couch. He rolls up to face her, groaning loudly, offering a tired smile.

Mia coos at the man and sits down beside him, patting her lap. 

Sebastian squirms his way up to her, flopping his head on her lap. 

She hums, running a hand through his hair. 

They stay like that for a moment, basking in the quiet. 

Then Mia has an idea.

  “Hey, Seb?”

    “Hmmm?”

  “Remember what you said about method acting, how you would go along with it?” She said, ever so sweetly. 

Sebastian rolls up, facing Mia directly.

  “Can it wait till tomorrow?” He asks, pleadingly. 

    “Aw come on, Seb. I think you’ll like your part in this. You’ll barely have to lift a finger.” 

Sebastian thinks face scrunched in concentration. Mia coos, placing a playful poke in his nose.

  “Hey!” he scoffs 

    “You in or not, piano man?” she pokes at his sides, tickling him.

  “Q-quit that!” he squirms, huffs of laughter escaping him.

    “Or what?” she starts to wiggle her fingers more intensely, purposely tickling more. 

  “A-ah-ah! Stop- please, please! Ok, ok! I’m in-I’m IN! Ah ha-” Sebastian wheezes and pleads with the redhead.

    “Great!” she releases him and hops off the couch. 

  “Where you going?” Sebastian says, breath still labored.

    “The car. I bought supplies for this,” she stated plainly

“You bought supplies?”

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Little! Holland March Headcannons

A/n: This is pretty much just for me *gently places headcannons down and runs aways from exist*

✏️ 3-7 but usually stays in the upper range

🎞 Poor boy is so clumsy, yet never gets hurt

✏️ This kid made a slip and slide on there staircase, fell down the stair case and got up like it was nothing.

🎞 (More Healy Cg stuff but) nervous wreck constantly, everything is baby-proof to the MAX.

✏️ March is a pica little, sense he cant smell he’ll try to taste to figure out the world.

🎞 Healy found him eating a bar of soap once.

✏️ In the rare instant he does get hurt, it’s the end of the world to him.

🎞 This man got a scraped knee and cried for an hour straight, he also made Healy carry him every where plus made him get ice cream

✏️ He likes to throw himself onto Healy at random. Healy will just be reading and March comes in and is like “hehehe PLOP”

🎞 Sleepy kiddo, he can fall asleep anywhere.

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Anything to do with Wolverine I'd love to sees it

Howdy! I actually have two fan fictions posted on my Ao3 that ft. Little! Wolverine.

This one is more logan centric with cyclops and jean as cgs

This one ft. Like half the x-men as littles.

I have a couple of old WIP's with wolverine that I could work on and post here too. Have fun reading thoses ones for now :)

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P.S: I'll get some Steve rogers stuff posted for Ya as well :3