Requests can be made on my page. Fandoms you can request for are in my introduction.
Agere - 🍼
Romance - 🥰
Angst - 🥀
Fluff - 💖
Other - 👀
Marvel
Loki Laufeyson 🐍
Its okay, Dada's here 🍼 🥀
It's hard. 🍼🥀 Loki helps his disabled little take a shower
Thor Odinson ⚡
Doctor Strange🧿
Iron Man (Tony Stark) 💸
Heimdall 👁️
Captain America (Steve Rogers) 🗽
The Falcon (Sam Wilson)🦅
Winter Soldier (Bucky Barnes)🦾
No princess, your perfect. 🍼🥀 - Reader feels as if theyre not right for bucky (Plus sized reader!)
You mean to much.🍼🥀 - Reader feels embarrassed about their bad thoughts.
Comfort in food.🍼🥀 - Reader has a hard time regulating food due to comfort. Bucky doesn't mind.
"I'll help you." 🍼💖 - AU where Bucky isn't the Wintersoldier and extremely good at math, and helping you to get through homework.
Tiny baby! 🍼💖 - Bucky wakes up to you extra tiny causing your oral fixation to make you want to chew everything, but he knows how to help.
Daredevil/Matt Murdock 🥷
Exhausted 🍼🥀- The world is exhausting, but Matt promises to be there.
Vision🤖
Wanda✨
Hawkeye (Clint Barton)🏹
Bath time! 🍼💖 - Your baba and you have a fun time as you get your bath for the night.
Wisdom ouchies. 🥀🍼 - Baba has to take you to get your wisdom teeth removed.
Rhodes🦿
Star Lord (Peter Quill)🔫
Never gone 🥀🍼
Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff)🕷️
The Hulk (Bruce Banner)💚
Spider-Man (Peter Parker *Tom, Andrew or Tobey!*)🕸️
Too much 🥀🍼 (Andrew Garfield spiderman) - Sometimes your caregiver likes to jump scare you. Sometimes it doesn't go right.
Teethy baby! 🍼💖 (Tom Holland spiderman) - Peter loves that you told him about your regression. He loves spoiling his tiny baby.
Multi-Character fics
Stucky💞
Wind down 🍼
Movie Night! 🍼 💖Stucky x Reader
Knowing 🥀 Steve Rogers x James "Bucky" Barnes
His to cherish 🍼💖 - Stucky x baby-toddler space gn!littler
Senses 🍼💖🥀🥰 - Stucky, but mainly bucky. Bucky learns to fully trust gn!reader
Cabin time! 🍼💖 - Who doesn't love some tea and cabin time?
Hurts. 🍼🥀 - Stucky lets disabled!little reader know that they'll be there even though reader has bad health.
Homework🍼🥀- Reader invoulintarily regresses due to homework stress.
Butterfly kisses 🍼💖🥰 - Stucky loves to give you and eachother butterfly kisses as your morning begins
Nightmares 🍼🥀 -Steve x Little!bucky, bucky had a nightmare and Steve helps him through it.
Pumpkin patch 🍼💖 - Dada and Papa take baby to the pumpkin patch!
Cookies! 🍼💖 - Baby and Dada bucky make cookies for Papa Steve when he gets home!
Christmas morning 🍼💖🌲 - What awaits you as the most magical day arrives?
Icky feelings🍼💖 - Sometimes emotions just can't be explained but yet they're still felt.
Dance party!🍼💖 - Cleaning turns into a Dance party that your caregivers just can't decline.
You're Valid. 🍼💖 (Minor 🥀) - Even a baby with tics deserves to have love and care. And your papa and dada will always remind you of that.
Strangetony❤️💛
Safe place 🍼💖 - Some never get a safe place, but you have yours.
Flare up 🍼🥀 - Sometimes your joints flare up so bad you can't take it. Thankfully your caregivers are there to help.
Frankmatt🥷💀
Peace.🍼🥀 - Your always on guard. Frank and Matt don't understand, and are constantly concerned. What happened?
Other mixes
Steve Rogers + Peter Parker + gn!little reader
Sickie🍼🥀 - Reader falls ill and their two cgs worry. (Platonic CGS!)
Shopping! 🍼💖 Asgardian brothers (Loki + Thor) x Little!plus sized reader
Supernatural
Dean Winchester 🗡️
Escaping 🍼🥀 - You drive to escape the demons in your head. Sometimes the demons tell secrets to the passenger seat.
Unfair 🍼🥀 - The world wasn't made for you and Dean, but you were made for each other. You both were learning together.
Sam Winchester 📙
Hurting 🍼🥀 - You were Sam's baby, and he hated seeing you in pain. But having chronic body pain means that your in pain constantly, but how does he react when it's a bad flare day?
Criminal minds
Spencer Reid 🧑🏫
"I just want to help" 💖🥀 (about 🍼) - Reid has been taking on tasks for you that you normally can do alone, making the team look at you differently. Is it because he found out your secret?
Author: Who doesn't love a slow morning with non other than the god of mischief himself ! Sorry for the non-existent uploading, life has become hectic but I hope you still enjoy. !! :}
Masterlist - all my work!
Word count: >700
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Loki absolutely loves to wake up with you, adoring the times when you regress from the love and care. Mornings can feel like a lot, and he's perfect at helping keep the mornings slow and peaceful.
(Cg!Loki and Gn!Little have a slow morning while lazying in bed and eating pancakes, little short fic!)
Warnings!: None! All fluff.
CG!LOKI X GN!LITTLE
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You're awoken by the feeling of you being gently scooped into someone's arms. Your blanket is taken with you, and wrapped around you securely, keeping you warm as your shifted from your previous sleeping position. You open your eyes and see Loki looking at you fondly, kissing your forehead once he sees your eyes opening.
He gently rocks you back and forth, helping you to get cozy in his arms as he rests his head on yours. He gently hums a soft song, helping you slowly wake up. You snuggle into his embrace, enjoying the warmth and smell of him. He chuckles as he feels you practically try and climb into his skin.
You hear him grab something off the nightstand, turning on the tv and putting on some of your favorite music. He doesn't push you to wake up fast, not even minding you falling in and out of sleep for the next hour and a half. He enjoys feeling you safe and sound in his arms as the morning continues to pass on. He spends most of the time watching your sleeping face, chuckling when you open your eyes and catch him, inevitably getting embarrassed.
"Lovebug, would you like to go make some pancakes in the kitchen with me?" Loki eventually asks, breaking the silence of the morning.
You take a few seconds to process what he asked before mumbling and shoving your face into his chest. He laughs, kissing your head again.
"Would you like to stay here? Or be on the couch while I make breakfast?" He asks.
You grumble, not wanting him to leave, but also getting progressively hungry. You decide couch is the best option, because you weren't in the mood to cook, but also didn't want to be far from him.
He picks you up with your blanket, pacifier, and favorite stuffed animal before carrying you to the living room. He gently sets you down on the couch, setting the recliner back to make you as comfortable as possible.
Before he heads to the kitchen, your favorite show is put on and your safely tucked intp the couch with your blanekt perfectly surrounding you.
"Just call for me if you need me darling." He kisses your nose before walking off to the kitchen.
You watch as he walks to the kitchen, still in eyesight, happy as ever. The more you wake up the further into your headspace you get, enjoying the pampering and watching your caregiver give you the best treatment.
About halfway through your show's episode, you climb off the couch, quietly walking over to the kitchen and hugging Loki from behind. He chuckles and spins to pick you up. Holding you on his hip and kissing you all over the face.
"Not many can sneak up on me darling, but that was a wonderful try." He gently sets you on the counter, kissing your nose. You smile at his goofy ways and hug him tightly, him returning the hug happily.
You watch him as he continues preparing your pancakes, laughing when he swipes flour on your nose, and kissing your cheek.
Once the pancakes are made and the table is set, Loki and you spend breakfast enjoying each others company, sharing pancakes, and laughing your way through the morning.
Can I request CG!Clint Barton? Clint is trying to hunt down some sort of spy/assassin whos skill and tactics are very like a WinterSoldier but the missions and victims arent quite fitting the bill for HYDRA.
When he tracks them down he expects someone big and tough, and he can tell they probably are incredibly impressive when at their best, however luckily for him he wont be getting in a physical fight because he has found them regressed.
But of course now he has to take care of them. Ex-HYDRA!Reader. Oh, and gender neutral pronouns for reader if possible? Feel free to take your time! Thank you!
Uncertain circumstances
Author: Okay so I have absolutely been in a severe writing block and I haven’t been super active on tumblr due to it. To whoever gave this prompt I truly hope this lives up to your expectations! It helped me to get some creative ideas running through, and I do think I want to do a part 2, but for now this was all I could muster up. I’m hoping now that i have finished my main assignments for my classes I can focus on writing more! Thank you all so much for y’all’s patience.
Masterlist - all my work!
Word count : ~1.8k
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A spy for hydra has been running Clint in circles for nearly three months. Tricky and challenging in ways he’s never seen before, he finds it odd that he catches them in an alley. Grateful though he brings them back to his base, but discovers other things he wasn’t expecting along the way.
(Cg!Clint Barton/ Cg!Hawkeye is assigned to find you and bring you in to S.H.E.I.L.D but when he finds you, you’re scared and regressed in a alley way. He has to decide how he wants to play this centric out as he brings you back to his base for shelter and safety.)
⚠️Warnings!!⚠️: Mentions of torture, swearing, bad situations, involuntary regression, brainwashing, and possibly other dark themes. Not too dark though !
CG!CLINT BARTON/CG!HAWKEYE X GN!LITTLE
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Clint kneels at the edge of the building, scanning the surrounding area before taking the arrow off his bow, and laying it down. His search for the spy has fallen short once more. It's not that he wasn't good at finding them, or recognizing their tactics, but this one had really stumped him.
One second the spy is out and about, doing their missions that hes able to follow, but then the next they go silent, almost like they vanish off into the distance, none of the times have been for a consistent timing either. Which isn't helpful.
Clint works on climbing off the building, reviewing in his head all the knowledge he has on the person he's been chasing for nearly 3 months.
Climing into his vehicle, he takes back off to his hideout, trying to understand your pattern. It was odd, you would go out, do missions for weeks on end, abruptly stop, dissapear, and then come back 3 days later, a week later, sometimes only disapearing for a few hours. For spies this was odd, most wouldnt stop a mission mid-mission.
Clint heads into his shelter, sitting at the table and setting his gear back up. He prepares like he's going to deal with mothra as he loads back up before getting ready for a few hours of sleep so he can go back once night hits.
He positions himself on the couch directly where the moon should rise in the night. Clear skies means that the moon becomes his sun.
Clint's eyes squint as he awakes from the moonlight shining through the window. He sits up, rubbing his face, the exhaustion of only a few hours of sleep each day slowly catching up to him.
"Man, I'm getting too old for this."
Once Clint gets all his gear back together, he heads back out to his vehicle, heading back to the location he last found you at.
When he gets back to the inner city, he parks his car and begins his wander around the city. His bow and arrow is securely strapped to his back, a split second away from being drawn. Clint keeps a close eye as he walks around, seeing the intoxicated fights grow and fade as the night goes on.
Clint starts to walk by a alley way, until he hears a commotion out of the ordinary. It doesn't sound like two people squaring up, it sounds like a kid stumbiling to shuffle through. Mumbles and squeaks come from the alley as if it was talking, or trying to.
"Hey, kid, it's not safe for you to be out here. Do you have-"
Clint walks halfway throuh the alley before he sees you, and the hydra symbol on your clothes. He quickly draws his bow, aiming it directly at you.
"I search for three months and you get caught in a alley?" He utters under his breath.
You look up at him like a deer in headlights. Eyes dialated so big he's concerned your body has a massive concussion. You're crouched on the ground, hiding as far into the wall as physically possible, hands up to cover your face. You look up at him with a look of pure fear as you watch his hand shake with the arrow directly aimed at you.
The bow lowers as Clint watches your moves, still on guard he slides the arrow back into the pouch on his back before crouching to your level.
"Do you know who I am?" Clint asks, pure curiosity getting the best of him.
You nod slowly to him as you lower your hands from your face, avoiding eye contact with him.
Clint stares at you, confusion etched into his face. Why aren't you attempting to attack him? Or atleast causing him hell with your words? It felt as if he was staring at a actual kid. Maybe you were? There was very little ability to tell your true age.
"Okay, can you tell me what your doing in a alley? You tend to avoid these things." Clint asks, shifting to sit across from you.
You bite your lip, your eyes frantically looking for a way out but to no avail. You try to speak but it's as if your words were stripped from you as Clint sits infront of you.
Clint watches as your mind searches for answers you don't have, and something in him just can't stand it. You clearly didn't know what you were doing either, you were more skilled than most of the spies he'd tracked down, but right now all he could see was a kid, trying to avoid confrontation with their parent.
"Do you know where you are right now?" Clint tries a simpler question.
"C-City?" You mumble out.
"That's.. That's correct, but do you know why your in the city?"
You shake your head, your head lowering.
Clint sighs softly, recognizing the patterns of brain washing hes seen in other hydra spies, and stands up. He stands there contemplating before walking over to you.
You immidately put your hands up, a defense mechanism you've learned and squeak, praying he doesn't hurt you.
"Woah, kid, I'm not going to hurt you. But you are coming with me." Clint says before he reaches down and swings your body over his shoulder.
Clints confusion grows when your body basically goes limp in his hold. He sets you into the back of his car, strapping you in. He contemplates warning you not to attempt anything, but with the way you cower in on yourself, and the dialation of your eyes, he isn't sure he needs to.
Clint drives you both back to his base, and he slings you back over his shoulder to get you inside. He walks to the cell S.H.E.I.L.D created to be able to contain you when he caught you.
Clint sets you gently onto the bed in the room before walking and sealing the door. You curl up into the corner of the bed, legs to your chest and back pressed to the wall.
Clint grabs a chair, sitting outside the cell. He watches you hide yourself into the corner, confusion continuing to build in his head.
Clints seen these responces before, but not from spies, and it's throwing him off. Every single action he's seen from you within the last 2 hours has been almost that of a 4 year old. Clint knows exactly what age regression is, he's even helped Bucky and Steve with their little before.
Was this what this was? How badly had you been treated that even through all the brain washing your brain needed the coping mechanism? How much did you remember of your life?
"Can you answer some questions?" Clint evenutally breaks the silence.
You look up at him, finally making eye contact with him and nodding.
"How old are you?"
"I..I don know.. The peoples don't tell me no more."
"How old do you feel?"
You hold up your fingers, trying to count your age before showing him 5 fingers.
Clint's head feels like a lightbulb was lit. He was right.
He sighs, hating that he has to basically keep a child in a cage but he has no other choices.
"Okay, look, I'm not going to interrogate you tonight. Get some sleep, but you can't get out of this cell. Both because it's hulk-proof and also because I'm going to help you."
Clint gets up, leaving the chair infront of the cell, looking at you. He waits a few moments for a responce, but all you do is look at him. He takes that as a good enough answer before walking off back to his work station.
Around 30 minutes go by before he hears your sniffles, and he cracks. He walks back over to the cell peering in. You're in the corner, tears streaming down your face and your face crumbling the more you hold in your unknown emotions.
Clint contemplates for a brief second before just deciding to open the cell, walking over and sitting next to you. He opens his arms, letting you practically climb into his arms. The tears continue to seep, and your hands cling to his harness. He rocks you softly, keeping you close, assuring you no one is going to hurt you anymore.
Once you're able to calm down, atleast enough where your breathing is consistent and your tears have slowed. Clint gently lays you down on the bed, tucking the blanket under your chin and brushing your hair out of your face. He leaves the cell, the squeak of the door is the last memory you have before you pass out from exhaustion.
The rest of the night goes by quietly, you stay asleep as the time passes by but Clint doesn't sleep. He can't.
His mind races through reporting back to S.H.E.I.L.D or keeping you safe here until he's able to break you some, help you where he can, to prove your better under his care. He refuses to cause you more harm. Just like when he came in contact with Natasha, there was something he just couldn't do then, and he wont now either.
Clint hears you shuffle around 6am, and he heads over to your cell. Your siting up in the bed, rubbing your eyes clear of the exhaustion. When you look up to him your eyes are less dialated, but still cloudy.
When you register who and what your looking at, panic races through your veins, and you fall off the bed onto the floor.
"No, nonono, your kidding me, this was not what I wanted to wake up to. I'm so screwed." You mutter, your fists clenching.
"Hey, woah, look, I haven't alerted anyone that I have you. Currently the only people who know is me, and you." Clint reassures, sitting in the seat he left the night before.
"Do you remember me bringing you here?"
"No, I don't."
"That's okay. You seemed a little young mentally, it doesn't exactly surprise me that with whatever youv've gone through and im assuming your age regression, don't mix well."
Your eyes widen and your eyebrows raise at him. How the hell did he know exactly what your brain was doing? Your mind begins to cluter with questions, but your mouth stays shut, your training of staying quiet coming into play.
"Look, I can't get you to talk, but I need you to understand you're not going back." Clint assures.
"I always go back. No one can keep them away." You retort, your eyes narrowing in on the man infront of you.
"Not this time. You aren't the first I've saved. I will keep you safe in here for now until I figure out how to help you. You're safe now." Clint gets up.
You study him, trying to understand why he's so adamant about you staying with him. You don't exactly understand, but you slowly nod to his words.
"Good. Get some more sleep, we'll talk once you're more stable. I've got you." He reassures once more.
With a look at him, you listen. Your body deciding that you might as well get the rest you haven't had in years.
Author: I can't really write much this week, but I wanted to share my headcannons for Cg!Dean, Cg!Sam, and Cg!Cas!!
Warnings: None!
My personal headcannons for the Supernatural Trio!
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Dean Winchester:
Dean wouldn't be necessarily helicopter strict, but he'd definitely be a bit stricter. No candy or sweets past 8, but if you both were having a rough night sleep, he'd slide a bowl of 3am ice-cream your way in a heartbeat.
PHYSICAL TOUCH. He'd always reach for your hand especially in public or always have his hand on your lower back. When at home he adores when you want to just be in his arms, whether if it's while he cooks dinner and you get carried around the kitchen, or if you're both watching a movie cuddled underneath some blankets. "C'mere I'll make it better I promise."
Massive gift giver!! He'd buy you all your favorite toys or food whenever he can, just to see the beautiful smile that glows when you get excited. His way of showing those around him that he cares tends to be just handing them things he thinks they'll like.
Doesn't like to, but will hand out punishments when needed, he hates seeing his kiddo upset but he knows that he can't let them get away with everything. "I know I hate it too."
"Kiddo", "Sweetheart", "Baby(girl/boy)" Are his go to with pet names, he absolutely adores being able to ruffle your hair and just call you, his kiddo.
He'd watch all the cartoons in the world with you!! Anything you like, from things you grew up with or adore, or things he grew up with and wants to share with you. If it's things he knows then you'll hear him mumble the words under his breath, just as excited as you are. "Scooby-dooby-doo!"
Overly protective of you, big or little. He'd practically die for anyone around him, and you were more than included in that bunch. Not a day goes by where he doesn't triple check every plan, he's created to keep his found family safe. "I won't lose them too."
Doesn't tend to let others care for you. Unless he's literally sick, or dying, he will always be home to care for you. If he's unavailable and can't be there he'll always leave behind a flannel of his and try and get Sam or Cas to stay with you as well. It tears him apart each time he has to step away from his kiddo though.
Softie all in all. He'd give anything for his little to be happy and healthy which means he'd give up the world for you just as fast as he'd also give it up for his brother, Sammy.
He wouldn't be fond of many people knowing of your two's dynamic, worrying someone could try and use it to harm you, or him. He'd only ever tell those he truly entrusts to keep you safe.
Cooker!! He'd cook everything for you!! He would always have some sort of snack for you!! There wouldn't be a thing he wouldn't make for you. Making you laugh as his normal "Meatman!" quote turns into "Cakeman!" And "Pizzaman!". ("Batman")
Activities!! He never got the chance to truly indulge in things like the park, or coloring pages. He'd absolutely sit there hunched over coloring with the crayons you supply him with, displaying his coloring sheet right next to yours. "We should really publish some artwork huh sweetheart?"
Would use "Dada" or "Baba" but would be open to more nicknames and would always hear you out if you think of a new nickname.
Sam Winchester
Reader!! he'd read you all the stories in the world if he could. He'd use all his funny voices and tell you the most enthralling story possible. "So get this, Winnie the pooh LOVES honey, just like I love you!"
Big cuddly bear. He'd always prefer to have you cuddled up warm and safe in his arms. His ideal night would consist of you both in matching pj's, hot cocoa, a fluffy blanket, and your favorite movie playing. "Yeah? Do you want to put your marshmallows in?"
Will always have you near him. Too many people have tried to hurt those close to him for him to not. Loves when you loop your finger through his belt loop, keeping yourself close to him.
Absolute best pretend play partner. You wanna play dolls and have them go to the mall buying all their hearts desire? Sam knows just how to get you to giggle as he plays with you. Want to terroize him by being a dinosaur? He can be convincing that he's actually scared of the big dinosaur that appeared in his living room. "I didn't mean to leave the window open enough for a scary dinosaur to come in!!"
Sam would be big on veggies and fruits, and if you like them he'd always pack them for you, but if they're yucky for you then he'll mix them into things so you don't have to taste them. "They're super good for you too!"
Would be more lenient with things like bedtime and screen time, but would incorporate it into other plays. Letting you choose to watch a cartoon and play with blocks, or letting you finish the last part of the movie going way past your bedtime.
He would write you silly letters or draw you pictures expressing his adoration for you. His best way of expressing his feelings has always been through vocalization and words, which means he loves to read his letters to you, or just praise you all day. "I'm so grateful that your my little one."
Doesn't exactly do punishments, more likely to let natural consequences do the job unless he has to intervene more. Small mistakes don't get a angry reaction, he just scoops you up, kisses your cheek a million times and helps you fix it. "Everyone spills milk sometimes, I've got you baby."
"Honey", "Darling", "Baby", "Prince/Princess/Royal" would be his absolute favorite nicknames for you, as well as throwing in many more that he can think of.
Would teach you whatever you want! Anything from the ABC'S to how silver affects the monsters outside, it's important for you to have the knowledge so your safe too. "Nono, baby that's a Wendigo that does that."
His preferred nickname would be "Papa" or "Bubba", but he'd absolutely be okay with "Dada" or any special nicknames you give him.
Castiel
I think Cas would understand so deeply that he'd be almost bursting with pride as your caregiver. He'd tell everyone he could that you trusted him that deeply, at the same time as guarding you with everything in him.
He'd likely watch cartoons with you, not because he understands them all too much, but because he loves to listen to you quote the shows over and over. "I may not understand why the mail song is so important, but they do truly love the 'Blues clue' show."
He always have his ears and eyes set on you. Whether on business or not, one call from you and he's in front of you, helping you pick up your toys and carrying you around like he was gone forever.
Very open about everything! He tends to have zero filter and will always explain why he did a action or why something happened. "We are out of cereal because you ate it all Hun. We'll go to the store tomorrow."
Would use "Hun", "Bud" "Bubba", and "Little one", very often! He's gotten better with nicknames over the years but he likes the simplicity in those.
Doesn't like to tell you much about his duties as a angel, but will always basque in how much you love his angel abilities. "No I cannot just snap the mess away." "Bu' your an angel!"
Would ask Sam and Dean how to best care for you when things happen he didn't understand, as well as having deep conversations with you to help understand you better.
Doesn't tend to regulate times or foods but will always make sure you have adequate sleep and a fully tummy. No matter what it is. "Missing nap time means early night. I will read to you."
Prefers to be called "Cas", "Bubba", and "Papa" but will accept practically any nickname. He adores when you add in anything your little imagination can think of.
Tends to always have you in his arms, keeping you tucked in his trench coat. His favorite thing is when you fall asleep on his shoulder, safely in his arms. "Shh. Dean. They are asleep. Do not disturb them."
Would rather watch you play or talk to you as you play than endulge in the imaginary play. Although he would supply you story ideas that he would read while with Sam and Dean.
Uncle Sam and Uncle Dean are around constantly and love to play with you! Cas enjoys when he sees you standing with Dean and Sam on the floor, pigtails, makeup, or whatever you could find smeared on them. "Bubba look! I gaves them makeover!"
All three!
Best caregivers in town! Whether it's all three or just two of them they all have the ability to make you laugh and feel safe.
The three would tend to tag team everything. Breakfast, playtime, snacks, chores, everything would be done in a way where you never were alone and had a caregiver with you at all times.
They would be the best to play with! Cas would supply stories you, Sam, and Dean have to reenact, or would read out the charades card for you all to try and see who can do the best with what's prompted. "Dean, I'm not exactly sure that's what a cow does." "Sure it is!"
Sam and Dean would tend to be your main two caregivers when there's a job/hunt. They always had things for you to do when in the impala, or when they needed you to stay safe and secure at a motel. Never letting you get too close to the danger.
Cas would always come back from whereever to make sure you were safe and sound, especially after a hunt. Needing to hug you and heal you if anything happened. "Papa I promis' I onlys got a paper cut tha's all!" "Let me heal it, I'm so glad your safe."
They all would be the softest caregivers, tending to let you have your way, but always with caution. They'd shower you in love and keep you happy. They love you, and it shows in everything they do for you.
Winchester sister!reader and Jack are both regressor (3-4). Reader is more bratty and sassy while Jack is a sweet little baby. Anywho, Reader loves all the things that she shouldn't get into and has the boys on their toes at all times. Constantly putting things in her mouth she shouldn't. Running around the bunker. Playing goutside games inside. Ect. Ect. And sometimes she gets them both sent to time out by Sammy.
Sam- Sammy/S'mmy
Dean- Dea/bubby
Cas- Cassie/ birdie
Of course, you don't have to do this and take your thlime. No rush is you do. 💚💚
Chaotic baby
Author: Okay, so, I may or may not have gotten really enticed by this request by the end so... BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST!! I truly hope its what you are looking for!! Thank you for the patience I know you requested this awhile ago...
Masterlist - all my work
Word count: 2k+
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You were the chaotic baby, causing messes and attempting things you shouldn't do. Although you were known to do this, your three caregivers very rarely gave timeout as they didn't see it as effective. But when you break a rule they've warned you that would cause a timeout, Jack and you get upset.
(Cg!Dean winchester, Cg!Sam winchester, and Cg!Castiel have to put you and little!jack/ your partner in crime in timeout and then help you both to process why that was the reaction from them and help you both to cheer up after.)
⚠️Warnings!!: Dean cusses once, time out, tears, rule breaking, the brothers teasing one another, but actually very very soft!!⚠️ ALL. SFW.
CG!DEAN WINCHESTER, CG!SAM WINCHESTER, AND cG!CASTIEL X FEMALE!LITTLE READER AND LITTLE!JACK
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Chaos. That would be the word that all your caregivers would describe you. You were their chaos, their babygirl, but they all knew that you'd give them a run for their energy every day. Although none of them truly minded.
The halls were filled with fast moving footsteps as you dodge your caregivers, not wanting to take a bath. You squeal and giggle as you dodge Deans attempt to grab you.
“Kid! Seriously you need a bath. You are the one who chose to go into mud at 8 o’clock in the morning!” Sam yells, chasing after you.
You quickly dip into the kitchen, attempting to find a place to hide. As you start to get closer to island in the middle, your swept off your feet in a gentle manner.
“Cassie!! Down! P’ease!”
“Not until we are in the bathroom.”
He carries you to the bathroom, setting you down while simultaneously blocking the door so you can't bolt away from the bath.
Sam comes and trades spots with Castiel before closing the door and helping you get out of your muddy clothes.
Outside the door, Dean and Cas are cleaning the floor where your muddy footsteps and hands have left prints.
Jack's cries begin to echo through the halls as he wakes from his slumber, the loud running through the halls startling him awake.
Dean leans the mop against the wall and shuffles down the hall to Jacks room, knocking gently before walking in. Jack's tears abruptly stop at Dean's face, reaching for the elder.
"Well good morning kiddo. Too much noise yeah?" Dean chuckles, scooping Jack into his arms.
Dean gets Jack into more daytime like clothes, enjoying the calmer nature of Jack. Not that he didn't love playing games to keep you enthralled while getting you dressed.
Dean begins to walk out of Jacks bedroom, and as he closes the door he hears your footsteps coming closer. As you peak around the corner, you light up seeing your twin flame awake. You were definitely the more action filled but jack was the thinker and would be your partner in crime in nearly any situation. Big or little.
"Jackie!" You cheer happily.
Jacks face lights up at your voice and he looks at Dean, a silent ask to be put down. Dean complys and sets Jack gently on his feet. The moment Jacks feet hit the floor he runs to you, hugging you as if he hadn't seen you in years.
"Woah! You saw her less than 10 hours ago bud, she's not going anywhere." Dean chuckles as he walks past you two, ruffling Jacks hair.
"Play?" You ask Jack as the hug breaks.
He nods excitedly and you both scramble to the playroom, laughter filling the house. As you two begin to play and do your thing while the trio of caregivers all head into the kitchen, getting breakfast made and also taking a minute breather.
"I swear, they're complete opposites when regressed but completely inseparable. It's cute." Dean mumbles, just loud enough for the other two to hear.
"Yeah. Although sometimes, the plans they come up with together makes me think theyre one in the same, just different expressions of it." Sam chimes in.
"How'd getting the mud off of (Y/N) go?" Cas asks.
"So get this, as I'm trying to get her clean, she thinks that because theres now mud in the bathtub she can play in it more, meaning she now thinks I need to play in the mud with her, so she may or may not of smeared it on my shirt and laughed. Hence the different shirt." Sam chuckles.
"Never would have noticed the difference Sammy." Dean teases, looking up from the cutting board.
"I do not wear plaid that often."
Cas and Dean look at eachother before laughing and continuing to tease sam.
Until they all quiet down, enjoying the peace of the house.
"…Wait." Cas says, looking at the brothers.
"Do you hear that?"
The brothers look at eachother with confustion until they both realize, you and Jack are completely silent.
"Oh shit." Dean mutters, scrambiling out the kitchen, the other two on his heel.
Although they knew you both wouldn't be in imminent danger, you both were never quiet together unless napping or trying to be sneaky. Dean opens the door, quiet enough that if you both weren't paying attention you'd never hear him or the other two.
You and Jack were sitting in the middle of the playroom, candy sprawled from one end to the other. Your bucket from last Halloween sits between you and Jack, you both enjoying your "secret stash" of candy.
Dean clears his throat as he walks in the door, his face stern. He crosses his arms, standing before you and Jack, Sam and Cas to the side of him. Sam sighs, looking mimdly amused but also dissapointed. Cas has his normal blank look on his face, making it all the worse.
You look at the boys in mild terror, realizing you had been caught with your hand in the candy jar, litterally. Jack continues eating the Snickers bar he has in his hand, and just smiles excitedly.
Dean sighs, knowig that you both would have to go to time out, something all three caregivers hated doing. Most of the time your chaos would end up with you and Jack getting a conversation, and maybe less screen time or a caregiver around you watching more carefully. But they all knew you both knew the candy rule, and knew the consequence for it aswell.
"Y/n, Jack, you both know the rule about candy. Where did you even get your bucket from?" Sam says, crouching down to meet you and Jacks level.
"Was in the closet.. was hung'y.. I sorry." You mumble, your eyes not meeting Sam's.
Sam gently takes your's and Jacks candy, tears forming in Jacks eyes as his almsot finished Snickers bar is taken. He seemed to be a bit younger than you today, which meant that you felt even worse.
Your gently scooped up by dean, his face still upset, but not angry.
"You know better than to do this babygirl. Time out for 15 minutes and then when I come get you, were gonna have a conversation okay?" Dean says.
You only nod in responce, knowing better than to fight Dean on this. You and Dean both hear Jacks tears as he's taken to his timeout spot aswell. Your own tears brimm before your gently set down on the timeout chair you had, comfortable but secluded.
Dean kneels infront of the chair as you ball up in it, trying to keep yourself from crying.
"Your allowed to be upset, but you know you broke this rule, and we've told you before that this would be the consequence yeah?" Dean says while you look down.
You nod in responce.
"No getting up, and I'll be back in 15 okay?"
Another nod.
Dean sighs softly as he stands up, walking away from you to the kitchen to continue breakfast.
Your tears silently fall on your cheeks, but not because your mad at your Bubby, or at your little brother, but because you know you knew better. You knew if you had gone to one of your caregivers and asked for a small snack before breakfast they absoloutely would have given you one.
Even though you caused chaos all the time, like playing tag in the house, or seeing what a toy tasted like by putting it in your mouth, you almost never got Jack in trouble unless he was adament about joining you in your chaos.
You sit in the chair for the entire duration of your time out, waiting for dean to come back and let you out. When he does come back out, he gently scoops you up into his arms, holding you closely as you continue to shed tears.
"You know neither me or the other two like to give you timeouts babygirl. You can't get into the candy and also give it to your brother like that either though. You know we'd always give you something to eat until breakfasts ready yeah? All you have to do is ask." Dean speaks quietly.
You nod, clinging to him.
"I wasn' wantin to get Jackie in troubl'.."
"Baby you and him both have the ability to make your own decisions, you arent responsible for him sweetheart. Is that why your so upset? Or is it both getting caught and getting him in trouble?" Dean asks.
You shrug, beginning to regress furtehr from all the big emotions. Dean catches the hint and walks with you to the kitchen, grabbing some of the fruit he cut earlier and handing it to you.
"As long as you know that it's okay to come ask for food, and that you cannot just grab your halloween candy without asking, your not in trouble anymore okay?" Dean rocks you in his arms, his soft side coming out full force.
You lift your head slightly, meeting deans eyes and you nod. Dean smiles and kisses your forehead, chuckling as you eat the fruit in your hand.
"…Jackie too? No mo' trouble?" You ask after some time.
"That's for Sam and Cas to decide depending on how Jack's time out went baby, but you did amazing. I know you like to cause chaos baby, but you did super well owning up yeah?"
You smile slightly at Deans words, happy he's proud of you, but still worried about your partner in crime.
Sam walks into the kitchen, Cas holding Jack is right behind him. Jack's face is stained with tears, similar to yours but seems to be calmer than earlier. You look over at Sam and Cas before jack, Sam and Cas's face still not fully back to happy, but don't appear to be angry.
"I sorry S'mmy an Cassie.." You mumble softly, leaning on Deans shoulder.
Sam smiles briefly before walking over to kiss your forehead, rubbing your back as he looks at you.
"It's okay princess, just no more candy okay? Thank you for the apology baby."
Cas walks over with Jack, standing next to you and Dean. Jack looks up from Cas's shoulder, a glimmer of happiness shines in his eyes when he sees you, and he reaches out to hug you. You hug him back, Dean and Cas hold you both steady as you two rejoice.
"Okay! I'm over the upset and sad, who wants some french toast and bacon? If we have any thats not burnt left." Sam sends a look at Dean.
"I wasn't the one on the stove! I cut the fruit." Dean playfully argues back.
You giggle at the banter, Jacks face beginning to also light up.
"The heat should have been off.." Cas says, turning his head in confusion.
"Just cause the heats off doesn't mean the food stops cooking when its on the pan, Cas." Sam says matter-of-factly.
"How odd." Cas says.
Dean laughs at Cas's antics, and the mood starts to lift by quite a bit. The trio succeeds in finding extra bacon in the fridge, and cooks up some more. You decide to stay in Deans arms as they cook, wanting to recharge a little more before being set down. Jack gets put down and goes to play in the living room by himself, needed to recharge some himself too.
Once breakfast is served and everyones full, you and jack run back to the playroom. All the wrappers are cleaned up and the bucket is missing, but neither of you mind. You both had enough candy for a week atleast.
"I bets you can't buil' a towers as big as mine!" Jack cheerfully challenges as he scrambles to the block box.
"Nuh uh!" you follow behind and join him in building a tower, competition building between you two.
Although everyone in the house absoloutely hated when time-outs happened, the way you all were able to take a breather and reset for the day made them so much simplier and less scary. Especially because you know that you will be heard and listened to once the time outs over.
You and Jack spend most of the day screaming and laughing, getting into more things and eventually causing more chaos, but your caregivers were ready for that. They were ready to support your twos antics and laugh with you when they truly just find your antics hilarious.
You were their chaotic baby, and Jack was their quiet sunshine, but when you both were together it was like a beautiful storm, one they knew how to handle.
You were the best at getting your caregivers to fall back asleep with you, and even knowing your tactics they still fall for it, or do they just love giving you a morning at your pace?
(CG!Dean Winchester, Cg!Sam Winchester, and CG!Castiel, who all know you love to take extra cuddle time in the morning before they help you get ready and they all take turns helping you wake up. SFW INTERACTIONS ONLY.)
WARNINGS!!⚠️: none, litterally this is one of my fluffiest writes 🤭
CG! DEAN WINCHESTER & CG!CASTIEL & CG!SAM WINCHESTER X GN!LITTLE
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You begin to shift out of your dream as you hear the creek of your door, and a soft dip on the side of your bed. A hand gently starts to rub your back, the voice of one of the most important people to you gently starts to wake you from your slumber.
"Hey baby, time to get up. Dada and Bubba went to go get food, we gotta get you ready for the day." Sam's soft voice breaks through the final wall between your dream and reality.
You groan, shoving your face back into the pillow as you stretch. You whine, not wanting to get up at all.
Sam chuckles at your antics, kissing your head before standing up. Your arm shoots out, grabbing Sam's hand. He stops and looks back at you, knowing exactly where this is going.
"Papa. Snuggles." You roll over on your back, trying to open the blanket just enough for Sam to get the hint, but let no cold air in, your eyes still promptly closed as if you were trying to keep the sleepiness.
"Baby.. I need to go get your stuff together so we can get you ready for the day." Sam trys to gently argue.
You open your eyes, the tired shine in them as well as the pout forming on your lips has Sam caving, although you both knew he was going to cave either way.
He loved your morning snuggles.
Sam climbs under the covers, pulling you on top of his chest, starting to rub your back and kisses your temple. You shove your face into his neck, tightly wrapping yourself around him. His scent fills your lungs and you giggle tiredly, happiness spreading in your chest.
Sam chuckles before securely wrapping his arms around you, just as tight as you like it and relaxing to your weight ontop of him. He sighs contently as his own body relaxes.
Your breathing starts to slow as Sam's body heat begins to warm you, a gentle reminder that he's always there to be your safe place. Sam continues to rub small circles on your back, humming softly.
Sam means to keep you awake, telling himself that you'll both be up in five minutes, but your evening breaths and shallow snores lull him back into his own sleepy land.
He eventually falls back asleep with his hand paused from playing with your hair, and his arm secure around your waist.
Dean is only mildly surprised by the eerie silence as he walks in the door. He knew you had a knack for getting both him and Sam to fall back asleep with you. You could also trap Cas pretty easily too by falling asleep on him.
You loved sleep, it was the only time your brain wasn't loud and decisions weren't there to make. But your favorite way to sleep was on top of one your caregivers, face buried, and safely protected. Safe from the world, safe from the scary, safe from the nightmares.
Dean walks into the room, and he has to stop himself from laughing at the drool coming from his brothers mouth as he lightly snores. He walks over to you both, smiling at the way your face is completely hidden into Sam's neck, knowing how it feels to be the chosen cuddle pillow of the morning.
Dean pokes Sam's shoulder, trying to wake him up without scaring either of you. Sam groggily opens his eyes, blinking away the small nap. Sam's eyes look at the ceiling before sighing, realizing he fell asleep, falling right into your trap once more.
"Sweetheart.." Dean gently calls out as he rubs your arm.
You whine into Sam's neck, shuffling slightly to cling into Sam's embrace. This causes a small laugh out of the boys, loving how much you loved being in one of their embraces.
They hated having to take you from your slumber each morning, knowing how much you loved sleeping and hated waking up. Although, once you were up, you were up, which they were also greatful for.
Dean helps Sam sit you up before picking you up off of him. Dean sets out into the hallway, while Sam climbs out of bed, rubbing his face and following behind you and Dean.
"Dada nooo~ cold!" You whine as you cling to Dean, the air causing goosebumps on your arms and legs. He laughs softly before kissing your cheek.
"Yes baby, I know it's cold but we can't have you going back to sleep. Gots a lot to do today baby."
You lay your head just perfectly in Deans neck, watching tiredly as Sam grabs your morning items while dean gently sways with you in his arms. Cas comes from the kitchen before looking at you and Dean. Cas promptly walks over, taking you out of Deans arms.
"Woah- hey! It was my turn." Dean complains.
"They need to choose what food they want." Cas turns and walks with you in his arms back into the kitchen.
Cas bounces you softly, knowing that you love for him to do that. It helps ease your mind and let you go as deep as you felt you wanted to in your headspace.
You laugh softly, your small mind loving the playfulness of you being passed around, as well as loving that you've gotten to say good morning to all of your caregivers while they take turns being your guardian.
Cas has you choose what food you felt like this morning, kissing your head in-between each choice. He had a pretty good idea what you'd normally eat but he'd always let you choose.
The trio didn't mind your extra sleep antics, or if you'd fight them to get you ready, they lived for the small giggles, the grabby hands, and the playful fights amongst them that always made you smile.
Dean and Sam join you both in the kitchen, and Sam takes you back to the living room, getting you ready for the day ahead. His little silly games to get you dressed, your teeth brushed, and everything else he knows you need makes you slip just a tad bit further, loving the way his face lights up at your giggles.
Soon your sat at the table, your favorite morning foods surrounding you, and all your caregivers each take a turn helping you if you need it. You smile, trying to also feed them back.
"Baby, no, it's your food sweetheart." Dean coos.
Although a unusual dynamic to some, there was always something so satisfying by knowing that even as your door would creek in the morning, and a soft wake up would begin, you could always count on your caregivers to be willing to take the mornings at your pace.
Okay I promise i will make more soft and less depressing fics here soon, but for now, I hope you all are doing well. I'll do my best to be more active here soon I promise 😅
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Word Count: 1k+
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A world you weren't taught to survive in, yet had to. The weight of it all causes you to regress, and Dean understands, all too well.
(Cg!Dean Winchester x gn!little, where you both have related to growing up alone in a world not built for you. So, you both become each other's anchor, learning to navigate together.)
⚠️Warnings!!: Breakdown, Dean carries reader, mild panic attack, little bit darker of a fic⚠️
CG!DEAN WINCHESTER X GN!LITTLE
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It didn't feel fair.
You always saw the way the other kids could run to their parents after school. You saw how involved in their child's life other parents would be. You saw the smiles, the laughs, the hope, the dreams, the love.
Absent parents wasn't something you would want to wish on anyone. You wouldn't wish it on your worst enemy.
You had to grow, to learn, to be passionate in a world you didn't get taught how worked, even if it all felt so pointless. Even as it gets so excruciatingly hard to continue to move, love, and be you.
Growing up without stable figures, without knowledge of how to act properly, how to do certain things, it all played a part into your regression.
Dean grew up too fast, he had to figure it all out on his own too. He in a way knew how you felt, he knew what it was like to be let down by the only person who was supposed to support him. When you opened up to him about your regression, there was no anger, or resentment, there was understanding, there was love, there was Dean.
Dean wasn't sure about being a caregiver, he didn't want to ruin something so pure for you, but now he was a few months in to being your rock, and it was something he truly adored. He loved little you, the shine in your eyes, the love you tended to hide when you were big. He knew you loved him, you never failed to show or tell him that, but there was something in his heart that just melted when you ran to him, screaming "Dada!" as he entered into the bunker. Or how you'd pridefully show him your drawings or climb into his lap just to take a nap or even play with your toys.
It threw him off today when he knew full well, you'd be regressed. He had let you know he was going to do some simple tasks outside the bunker and then would be back to care for you. He had to stop himself numerous times from just saying 'screw it' and sending Sam to do the tasks.
The door to the bunker slammed as he walked in. His ears perked, expecting to hear your feet scrambling to greet him, that cheerful scream, the hug attack you'd made a habit.
It was absolute silence in the bunker, none of your music in which you always had loudly playing, or the sound of a cartoon was heard. There were no sound effects or even just you talking to yourself heard anywhere either.
Dean sets all the items he went into public for down, calling out your name, searching desperately for you. His heart raced as he checked your playroom, your shared room, the dining room, until he hit the living room and found you curled on the corner of the couch, in a ball of blankets and your favorite stuffed animal safely tucked to your chest.
He didn't even need to see your face to know you had been crying, he didn't need to have the ability to hear to be able to sense your sniffles, to know that your face was likely covered in snot and tears. You heard his quick footsteps approach you before you were lifted into his arms. Your arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist. You securely buried your face into his neck and sobbed.
Dean's heart broke at the sound, he's never heard your tears so broken, so hollow, so damaged. He had no clue what had caused your breakdown, he had nothing to go off of. Yet he walked in circles, rubbing your back and gently shushing you. Kissing your head and mumbling gentle words.
"Dada's here baby, your safe."
"You're allowed to be upset, we have each other. I've got you now."
"You're no less for having big feelings baby."
"Dada can hold the anger for a little baby, let it out."
His words continued, his embrace tightened, the love for you grew. You choked out the words that just caused you so much frustration today. How you couldn't stop focusing on what happened when you were just a kid. Dean related. You knew he did.
Dean sat down with you on his lap as your sobs began to slow, as your breathing started to regulate.
"Dada knows baby, it's hard darlin' I know." Dean softly mumbled into your hair, tears brimming his own eyes.
"Did-Didn' deserv' that."
"No. No baby you didn't. Your allowed to be angry, your allowed to be spiteful, but your also allowed to forget, to move on. You never ever have to forgive; you never have to allow the people who harmed you to be a part of your world. Dada will be here every time it's too much. I'm so grateful for you."
Tears slide down dean's cheeks, his own memories flashing, his own nightmares surrounding him. You both were in the same boat, clinging to one another, each other's anchor.
Neither of you are sure how much time passes before you shuffle gently, settling in and wrapping yourself as tightly around him as you possibly can. You gently nudge his neck with your nose, sighing softly before mumbling into his skin.
"You toos dada. You didn' des'rve that either."
This moment reminded dean, there was no demon, no thought, no emotion, that could ever make him forget how much you and him needed each other, how seen you both felt together.
Neither of you knew how to cope, how to truly act as humans. You both had to learn how to be people alone, in a world where there were too many expectations, and not enough explanations.
Being alone in a big world was hard, being put in positions you never asked for was even harder. Yet the way your breathing matched deans, the gentle circles you subconsciously rub on his side, how he gently strokes your back and kisses your forehead, it was worth it.
Hihi! I was wondering if you could possibly do a CG!Vision fan fic? I was thinking the plot could be Vision overhears the reader telling one of the other Avengers about their age regression, he researches it, then he helps the reader when they’re nonverbal or just having a hard time in little space!
P.S. I love your fics so much! Thank you for sharing your writing 💗
Eavesdropping
Author: Okay this one is FINALLY how I envisioned it, and I hope you like it!! Thank you all for your support :(
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Word count: 1k
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Gaining confidence, you entrust Natasha with the knowledge of your age-regression, but on accident, she's not the only one to find out.
(Cg!Vision accidentally eavesdrops on a conversation between you and Natasha when your telling Nat about your regression. He does all he can to support you on a day where you regress.)
⚠️Warnings!!: Eavesdropping, minor fear and confusion, FLUFFFF!!⚠️
CG!VISION X GN!LITTLE READER (Natasha mentioned!)
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"Hey Natasha?" You walk into her bedroom, closing the door behind you as Nat looks up at you.
"Yeah? What's up?"
Natasha moves over on her bed, leaving you some room to sit next to her. Your face has a look on it that worries Natasha, but she doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, so she lets you go at your own pace for whatever you're going to tell her.
"I... I need to tell you something, but I don't know if I'm ready for the others to know." You say, sitting next to her.
"Lips are sealed. Your safe. What's up?" She outstretches her hand, giving you the option to hold it if you'd like to.
You do.
You knew this was going to be a tough subject, bringing up your regression to Natasha was not something you were sure was going to ever happen, but she had been someone you could trust with everything. Everything in you begged for someone to know, to let someone in. You figured Natasha was the easiest to start with, and maybe later on tell more.
You explained for about 30 minutes about your regression to Natasha, her face going from confusion to understanding. She hadn't heard of regression before, but she knew how big this was for you to have hid this for years since knowing her.
She welcomed your regression in with open arms, making sure you knew that if you ever wanted to, she'd love to be there for you if you needed her. It was a simple conversation, nothing to detailed being expressed, yet. You just wanted to tell her, that was it. Everything else came with time and that was okay.
You eventually left her room, going back to your room to pick up on a hobby you had started earlier before going to talk to Natasha.
You felt lighter, better, more seen in a sense. You knew it would take a while and a lot of conversations before you regressed Infront of Natasha.
The thing though was that when you talked to Natasha, there wasn't just her listening.
Vision had originally come to talk to you about something tony mentioned about in regard to a mission but was confused to find you out of your room. You didn't normally leave your room in the afternoon unless called out, it wasn't a set thing, just something he had noticed.
He searched around for you, and when he heard your voice coming through the door of Natasha's room, he stood next to it. He didn't exactly mean to 'eavesdrop' but when you started talking about your regression, something in him just didn't want to move.
He ends up spending extra time and attention to learning about age regression over the next few days, just in case something happened, just in case you needed anything.
One day it was just you and him back at the tower, he had stayed back when he found out it was just going to be you in the tower. You knew he was in the tower, but you didn't really care, seeing as he normally didn't bother you if you were in your room.
As the day progressed and the sun started to set, your mind actively regressed, the way the sky shined making your eyes gleam and your mind just so excited to play, to be little for a while.
Your toys eventually were scattered on your floor, you excitedly played games with your dolls and stuffies, giggling and talking away. You hadn't noticed when vision knocked on your door, checking in on you after he didn't get a response from you about dinner.
He opens the door quietly, light from the living room creeps in. The change in lighting catches your attention and you look up at vision, pure fear and shock etched on your face. You weren't exactly prepared for this.
"Hey, I was going-" Vision pauses.
He takes in the state of your room before he looks at you, acknowledging your dilated eyes and your breathing escalating. He didn't want to freak you out, so he did what he could to act casual about everything and let you know he truthfully didn't mind.
"I was not sure if you'd like for me to cook you something or order you take-out. Would you like some mac and cheese? Do you want a 'safe food'?" He asks.
Your face lights up at the thought of food, spilling out what you'd like to vision as he mentally catalogs things you like when regressed.
"Okay. I'll order that for you. Do you want me to come play with you when I am finished?"
You look at him mildly confused, did he know already? Had you told him and forgot?
"You know age regress'on?" You mumble out, confused.
"Yes, and I think it is quite alright you handle your feelings that way. I would like to be able to help you if that's alright?"
You nod, the feeling of two people now knowing settling in.
Vision leaves your room, gently closing the door behind him. The click of the door finalizes that feeling of confusion and you sit there on your floor confused. You weren't upset, but you surely weren't expecting vision to be the next one to find out about your regression. Or even know about it in general.
Vision comes back in a few minutes later, sitting near your small dollhouse you would hide behind your clothes in your closet. Your mind although scared, was buzzing with excitement. A new friend, new possibilities, and maybe more confidence in your little side.
You two spent the rest of the night playing dolls and eating food before vision helped you pick out a pj set and tucked you in.
Even though it was a surprise for vision to be the one to first help take care of you, you absolutely adored it.
Once the door was closed for the night, toys carefully cleaned and stacked away, your mind drifts off into a slumber of dreams and adventures with a new character added.
Vision wasn't sure how you'd react to his help, or even him knowing, but he now knew that there was nothing he wouldn't do for you, big or little. You were now his responsibility to protect, even more so than before.
Author: I've been dealing with alot of phsyical and mental stuff lately im sorry for the lack of posting, but I hope you all enjoy this! Thank you all for the love and support :(
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Word count - 927
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You were Sam's everything, his reason. So when he sees you in pain, all he wants to do is support you.
(Cg!Sam and Uncle!Dean come back to the motel to find you in pain. Sam's caregiver side takes over and he helps you to feel better.)
⚠️Warnings!!: Physical pain mentioned, Case mildly mentioned, being fed by caretaker, tears, but mainly fluff!⚠️
CG!SAM WINCHESTER X GN!LITTLE (Side of Uncle!dean)
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Sam cherished you, he would always and forever see you as the most precious thing in his world. He knew it was irrational, but there was nothing he wouldn't do for you. If you needed anything his first task was to get it for you. You were his shining star, his reason, his why.
Seeing you in agonizing pain made him want to just scream, he hated it, he hated seeing you lean on things when they were talking about cases, and he sincerly hated when you were in enough pain to need your braces to support yourself.
Today wasn't a great day for your body, your lower back felt like someone was trying to take your pelvis and spine out without permission, and all you wanted to do is curl up and cry. You knew the boys needed your help with this case, and you knew it would be better for your body if you got up and let your body naturally stretch.
Sam had already gotten up and by the mild humity and shower smell you knew he had showered recently. You knew he wasn't far. Which was good, because the moment you went to move, you had to bite your lip from groaning and crying.
You had taken pain meds last night to try and fend off whatever your back was doing, and hope for it to get better today, but atlas nothing changed.
You slowly sit up, leaning against the motels headboard. You swear your gonna get up, your tell yourself your gonna be a big, strong and, durable person today and make it through the pain.
That is until you go to move again and everything strains and hurts. Tears start brimming from your eyes, and your regression begins to kick in. All you can think of is how much pain your in and how badly you just want your papa.
Your greatful when you hear the door being unlocked, and the voice of your papa comes into earshot. Not too far behind him you hear your uncle dean, both of them making normal chatter about something you just didnt care enough to pick up on.
Sam sets the food items onto the table, continuing to talk to dean before he feels Dean grab his shoulders and twist his body your way. The moment Sam's eyes lay on your ridgid form, he immediately speed walks to the edge of the bed, immiedately asking you a million questions.
"Baby? When did you wake up? What hurts? Did you take meds? We have breakfast, are you hungry? How bad is it?"
Your eyes dialating tells him everything he needs to know, and looks over at Dean who catches his drift before walking out to grab the emergency baby bag from the car.
When you had told Sam about your regression you weren't sure if Dean was going to be okay with it or if he was ever going to be told but, when Sam told him franticaly over call on a day you could barely move, Dean was nothing but supportive. From then on he did everything to not only support his brother, but also you.
You look over at sam as he gets up, grabbing your heating pad and more pain meds. He drops those off on the end of the bed before grabbing the food off the table and walking over to sit next to you.
"Here, hey, hey, hey, It'll be okay. Papa's here yeah? Lets get some food in you and then some meds yeah?" He gently kisses your nose, your sniffles breaking his heart.
Your a few bites in when Dean walks in with the bag, dropping it onto the bed and rummaging through it to find your pacifier and some of your safe clothes.
Once Sam gets you to eat enough, he gently helps you take some meds. He kisses your forehead when you swallow all the meds, making sure you know how proud he is.
Sam grabs the heating pad, plugging it in and turning it on.
"Okay baby I know you don't want to move but where does it hurt? So we can try and get some heat on it yeah?"
"Bac-Back and hips" You mumble out, trying to move enough so he can lay out the heating pad under you.
Dean gently helps hold you, letting Sam put the heating pad down and then helping guide you ontop of it. Sam grabs the blanket, kissing your forehead as he tucks you in securely.
"I'm going to stick back and make sure they have help if they need it. While im at it i'll look into the sigil and hope I can make a hit on it before we check it out." Sam looks at Dean.
"I'll head back to the station and see if I can get any leads with some of the police officers" Dean nods and walks out.
Sam grabs his laptop before sitting next to you on the bed, he sets his laptop to the side of him before gently engulfing you in his embrace. He knows he's gotta do research, but the way you shuffle to get closer to his embrace and whine when he gently starts rubbing soothing yet uncomfortable circles onto your back, he knows you need him more.
You were sam's baby, and absoloutely nothing would get in-between how much he adored you and wanted nothing but to help you. You were his reason to push through, so when you needed his support he would always be there.
No requests, jus’ wanted to say i love your fics sm 🥹 your writing style? The characterization? Amazing. I’ve reread most of ur fics (esp stucky) So Many Times
anywayyyy hope ur havin a good day/night 🥰🧸
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This is why I write.
I struggle alot personally, I struggle to post when i'm not confident in a work, but every single time, I get about 2-3 of these messages in my inbox, and genuinely, I cry. I cannot express how much I genuinely love hearing requests and loving to post for you guys.
I know im just a anonymous person on the internet, but you all make writing something more for me. Its not just a expressive outlet, its a home for me, and I get to share that all with you. I love you all. Thank you.
I do have some in progress, my tumblrs been weird recently and wont let me save drafts, but you will be seeing some new works I promise!!
Thank you all for sticking with me.
Hello!! I really enjoy your agere fics and they're a great source of comfort!! I was wondering if I could request a Cg!Bucky (Or stucky!!!) with a read with an oral fixation of like chewing/ putting things in their mouth like toys or crayons?
If you do write this thank you so much :DD <3
Teethy baby
Author: This one was kind of a blurb! But I do hope you like it. I appreciate all the requests that have been added to my inbox, it's so sweet to see you guys enjoying my fics!!
Masterlist - all my work!
Word count - 741
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Bucky knows that you love to chew on things while small, and tries to safely support you.
(Cg!Bucky barnes x gn!little reader where reader has a oral fixation while regressed and loves to chew on anything they can get their hands on. Today in attempt to save your bunnys ears from your mouth, Bucky helps to find a suitable teether.)
!Warnings: None. All fluff!!
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Bucky absolutely loved days like this. He woke up to your arms practically strangling him as you clinged to him in your sleep. He laid awake for nearly a hour and a half before he felt you lift your head, dilated eyes searching for him.
His smile grew when he realized you had woken up regressed and he was surely gonna have the best time being papa today. There was nothing better.
He helped you set up in your little play pin with all your toys, giggling away as you played with some of your favorite toys. He sat inside the pin with you, watching you play in your own world. He enjoyed when your imagination took you somewhere he couldn't join you, as he could watch you from out here and smile as you did whatever you wanted to.
His phone dings as you continue to play, the jingle correlating to only one person. Steve. He picks the phone up, checking the messages and responding before looking back up at you.
When he looks back up at you he catches you having one of your stuffed animals ears in your mouth, teething on it while you continue to play. He sighs before getting up and grabbing your teether from the nightstand near the couch.
"Hey, hey. Your bunny doesn't like when you bite its ears yeah? How about you chew on this?" He replaces the bunny's ear with the teether and sets the bunny to the side.
You take to the teether and he sighs gratefully, glad to have escaped that mess. He walks over to the kitchen, grabbing your favorite sippy cup and a cup for himself before filling them both with juice.
He knew you had a minor oral fixation when you were small, it's why after a few months of you regressing he had collected a entire drawer of teethers for when you wanted to suck or bite something.
He walks back out to the living room, setting his cup down on the entertainment center before heading back over to you with your sippy cup. He sees that the teether didn't last long, and that your poor bunny ended up taking some more damage to the ear. He sets your sippy down infront of you, which causes you to drop the bunnies ear and take the sippy cup excitedly.
He hoped that the sippy cup would distract you enough to forget to try and eat the bunny again, and succeed it did. He sat down on the couch across from the playpin, drinking his own juice and finding some old tunes to listen to while you and him had a calm morning.
For about five minutes.
Once you finished the sippy, you had decided to add some blabble dialogue to the current fight scene between your dolls, the bunny staying safely beside you. Once the fight had concluded you ended up bored of the dolls and grabbed your bunny back, chewing on the ear as you crawled over to the edge of the playpin, hoping for bucky to take you out of it.
"Oh baby, your poor bunny! Here why don't we go get a different teether?" Bucky picks you up from the playpin, walking to your nursery.
He opens the drawer of teethers, handing you some, but all of them just make you frustrated, the texture being off, or just not what you wanted. You bury your face into the crook of buckys neck, mumbling something incoherent.
"What was that baby? Can you tell papa what you want?"
You shrug before just mumbling something about 'room' and something else he couldn't quite catch.
"Room? Papa's and babys room?"
He walks to your shared room, and the answer to your blabbles stares directly at him. He shakes his head at himself before he walks over to the night stand and picks up your pacifier, placing it gently between your lips.
You smile behind the shield of the paci and snuggle into him, happy to now have your comfort item safely in your mouth.
"You weren't teething were you? Hmm? You just wanted your pacifier. Silly baby. Okay how about we go make some pancakes and watch cartoons all day in our jammies?"
Your head shoots up from his neck, excitement shining in your eyes.
"Yeah? Yeah. Okay lets go do that."
Bucky and you walk out of your bedroom, set to the kitchen to make breakfast, and do the thing you both love the most. Spending time together.
Could I request a little something with cg!Spencer Reid? Like, he came to the conclusion that Reader is a little on his own and starts helping them with small things here and there, maybe without really realizing or commenting on it (like he is having a conversation but sees that Reader is struggling with opening a bottle, so he just grabs it, opens it and gives it back without pausing or stopping the conversation). Reader kind of confronts him at some point because they worry that, especially with him saying he knows about the regression, that he is not taking them seriously anymore, but that's not the case, and he just wanted to help but didn't really know how.
Don't feel pressured if you don't want to write it or something!
I just want to help.
Author: Okay I may have got really excited when this hit my inbox… So enjoy the nearly 3.1k fic.! Thank you to whoever submitted this !!
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Your regression was your escape during cases, but what happens when someone notices the hidden door?
(Cg!Spencer Reid x gn!little reader, where !reader secretly hides their regression and only does it in the safety of the hotel rooms, until Dr.Spencer Reid notices things that the reader doesn't want him to.)
⚠️!Warnings!!: Mentions of blood, gore, gun violence, wounds, breakdowns, murder cases, and minor argument at the end.!!⚠️ (Use of (Y/L/N) and other reference to reader)
CG!SPENCER REID X GN!LITTLE READER
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You thought you were better at hiding things than this, there was no way he caught on. The more you pace around your hotel room the more your heart raced. You mumble to yourself over and over, trying to piece together how Reid could have figured it out. You knew he was a genius, but you knew how to hide your regression, you know it wasn't that noticeable? Right?
The last few months race through your head as you continue to pace, worry running through your veins. What if he tells Hotch? Morgan? How would you explain this to them?
You weren't exactly sure if Reid completely caught on, or if he knew what Age regression was, it wasn't something you had told anybody, ever. The unknown of it all just made it so much worse too. You didn't want to just ask him because if he didn't know then it would just be awkward explaining, but if he did know? What would he do knowing he was right?
It felt like you couldn't get the team to listen once Reid started doing more tasks for you, the looks the team gave as he would help you do tasks you used to do solo just made the whole situation worse.
You knew how much cases that were darker than anyone could ever imagine affected you, thats why no matter what mission was occuring you always got a room to yourself, so you could quietly watch cartoons or color and decompress each night. So you could focus and be better at your job and become a better profiler.
No matter how much you want to scream at the man whos room is across from yours all you can think about is the little things he's done for you, silently, making sure your safe and taken care of over the last few months too. How sweet it's felt for you to have someone step in for little tasks that just got frustrating sometimes.
— flash back —
"BAU team, round table." Hotch calls over the office floor as he marches over to the door that you found all to familiar.
You grab your file that JJ had given you 30 minutes prior, a sickening feeling washing over you. This case wasn't a clean cut, it was messy, scary, and downright sickening.
You're the last to join the table, Garcia begins the introduction to the case, the whole groups attention on her. As the photos appear on the screen your stomach turns, most cases like this didn't hit this way, but this one was just so violating.
The debrief continues on for about 30 minutes before hotch stands up, looking over everyone as he decides where the team will all go to accomplish this case.
"Morgan, JJ, Rossi, Prentiss and I will fly out to Milwaukee. Reid, Garcia and (Y/L/N) will stay here and collect as much evidence on the victims, their families and any connections. We're going in practically empty handed until then. Wheels up in 30." Hotch says.
Reid, Garcia and you all nod and head out together afterwards, Garcia heading to her dungeon while you and Reid head to the smaller meeting room to set up for research.
On the way there Reid picks up some snacks from the kitchen, grabbing some for him and grabbing your favorites that he had stashed for days where you and him worked together.
He strolls into the meeting room where you had already put most of the crime scene photos onto the clear board as well as laid a few of the autopsy reports on the table. He sets down the snacks he grabbed before coming over and helping you set up the rest of the way.
"No- Wait, doesn't that belong here. The London family didn't have gunshot wounds." Reid gently grabs the picture from your hands, scanning it.
You look at him confused before looking at the photo again. You grab a different photo and put it side by side before recognizing the wound pattern had progressively started changing between each family.
Garcia walks in with a face of pure disgust carrying more files.
"That's because the London family wasn't the first family. Apparently."
You walk over to Garcia, opening the file of boxes before looking up at Reid.
"There's at least 20 more files in here. Garcia, what all did you find?" You ask.
As Garcia rambles on the pattern in the case, your mind grows fuzzy, the realization that this case was so much more sickening than you originally realized making you want to actually vomit.
"And now that I have those images burned in my head, I'm going to go stare at penguins for 15 minutes." Garcia hurries out the door, leaving you and Reid back at it.
Hours pass by of you and Reid placing pieces together, trying to make sense of whats going on before you get a call from Hotch on your computer infront of you.
You pick up the call, Reid joining you in the frame as you both ramble over eachother to explain all you found to Hotch.
Reaching for the chips that Reid brought you earlier, you attempt to open them as Reid explains the murder pattern to the team on the other side of the laptop.
You quickly get frustrated as the bag decides it won't open and go to put it back before Reid takes the bag from your hands. He opens it in one go before handing it to you, not pausing a single second in the midst.
Hotch thanks him for the information before hanging up. You look at him for a split second longer than you should before muttering a quick thanks and going back to work.
You two spend another few hours gathering the last few pieces of evidence before heading to the jet and flying over to meet the team in Miluakee.
—— End Flashback——
That was just him being nice right? It couldn't have meant anything. He just saw you struggling and decided to help. Thats all it could have been right? I mean sure that wasn't the only thing hes done, but there's no reason to assume otherwise.
You couldn't help but fall down the rabbit hole of micro-analyzing every interaction he's had with you, hoping to put together if he knew or not. If anyone did.
—Flashback—
You step outside your hotel door, the new case after Milwaukee ending with a locked up criminal and a headache worse than a hangover. You had next to zero sleep and no time to indulge in even a episode of your favorite cartoon the entire time, constantly getting woken up to new info from Garcia, or from Hotch needing the team asap as the killer continued to kill.
You tiredly drag your suitcase behind you, praying to blink and be home in your own bed. Your thoughts begin to fog as you continue down the hallway, only snapping out of it when you feel your bag being gently taken from your hand.
You quickly spin and look at the person, nearly punching them before realizing it's Reid and before you even attempt to argue, he give the look that you know all too well. 'Don't even try' was all that look said, and you just accepted fate, for tonight at least.
You and him make small talk on the way to the elevator, you attempt to force yourself in the biggest mindset you can, hoping your eyes and slightly slurred speech could all be excused to tiredness.
Even though you insist on taking back the bag, he continues to take your bag all the way to the car, as well as taking it and helping you put it on the plane before letting you take the couch and get some sleep.
You wouldn't be so bothered by it, if you hadn't caught the weird glance of Morgan. His eyebrow raising at Reid while Reid gave him a "What?" face in return.
You go to press Morgan but before you even get a word out exhaustion hits the kill switch in your mind and you decide sleeps more important, you'll figure whatever else later.
—End Flashback—
The next job after that more things started to happen, Reid would constantly tag along with you, watching you closely, he'd always pick the room across from yours, making sure that if you needed anything he could be there.
Once, you ordered pizza to your room and before you could even grab it from the door, Reid was already picking it up and brining it into your room. You forgot he had asked for a key ealier when rooms were assigned.
When he asked for a extra key to your room everyone gave you a look, all eyes giving a unspoken question before Reid turned around rambling on about "the unsub likes individuals that look like them, I want to make sure in case something goes down that someone has a key to their room."
It didn't feel like it was because the unsub had a knack for people like you, it was like he was trying to break a wall down. Trying to get under your skin to know your secret.
You both ended that night siting on your floor watching a weird Rom-Com and eating more pizza than you probably should have. Yet you felt more free and relaxed than you had in weeks.
Little things like that would happen more often, him checking in on you at night, making sure to have your favorite snacks when you inevitably craved them. The look he'd give someone if he caught a small pout on your lips, although you didn't know when that one started. You caught it once or twice, but he normally would look away from you before glaring at whoever upset you.
The final straw for making you reaize he migth have caught on is when he bought you a piece of merch from your favorite cartoon. You had never once told him you watched the cartoon, but he knew, somehow. Was it the genius in him? Had he seen it in your tabs? You swore you never left that open.
What killed you inside the most was that the team caught on to Reid's antics too, it wasn't like he was really.. good at subtle.
He'd hand you your safe foods before you even asked while infront of Morgan, or glance at Emily when she would say something a tad too harsh, even without realizing it. Hotch caught onto how he'd sit as close to you as he could if you slept on the plane, a protection tactic. Even if it was just the team around you.
It was like Reid could sniff the regression rolling off you like it was infused into your perfume. It terrified you that you had no clue if he was just waiting for you to crack, or if he truly knew what you had been hiding.
The endless worrying exhausts you out, the night ended with you snoring on the hotels couch, your thumb between your lips and worrys covering you like a thick heavy blanket.
The next day your awoken by Morgan doing his normal bang on the door to wake each member of the team up before strolling down the hall. You get up relatively quickly, gathering yourself and getting your items ready for the hopefully, last day in Arizona.
You all climb into the 3 cars, Hotch, Morgan,and JJ in one, Rossi and Emily in another, you and Reid in the last one. You wanted to argue, change cars, and hope for the best, but you knew that would only raise more questions. So you all climbed in and took of to the station.
Once there you all climb out of the cars and scatter inside making sure to check new evidence and clue together the new puzzle pieces.
The day goes on smoothly, and ends with the case being closed, and another psycho being imprisoned.
The team collects by the car, all in agreeance to get some sleep and head home in the morning. You all bid goodnights to eachother before going into the same cars as the morning and heading back to the hotels.
Once back in your hotel you decide to take a hot shower, cleaning yourself off, and getting into your favorite pajamas, ready for a night of freedom from the worries of the world.
That is until you hear a gentle knock on your door, the one you had learned to recognize so easily. You open the door to see Reid awkwardly standing on the other side, a hoodie and sweatpants covering him.
"Hi Reid, you okay?" You ask, the door only partly ajar.
"I just uh- I wanted to see if you wanted to watch a movie?" He asks
"If not that's okay! I don't- I don't want to intrude if you don't want to."
You chuckle to yourself before opening the door wider, allowing the tall man to walk into your room before you close the door and sigh.
"Reid?"
"Yeah?"
"This isn't about a movie, is it?"
Reid spins on his heel, looking at you with a minorly shocked face. His face drops as he realizes he's not being sly and looks down from you.
"No, not exactly."
"Reid, I get the worry especially when we finish cases like this, but I don't need to be watched over all the time."
"I know that, and-and I don't mean for it to come across that way at all. I just worry about you. I see the way you look at the photos or the way you glance away when its something that you didn't expect. I just get worried you hide more than- well than I think anyone realizes. Did you know that-"
"Reid-"
"I mean it's common for those who grew up in a certain way to-"
"Reid!" Your voice catches his attention.
His eyes look at you, a emotion running through them you can't read, something you only wish to get a answer for.
"Reid. I can handle myself, I promise. It's not that I don't appreciate the kindness, but when it's done infront of the team I-. It's so hard to get them to take me seriously when I have a idea when your handing me chips you've had in your pocket for me, or-or opening my water bottle and I just.." You ramble on.
All the questions, the motives, the eyes, the stares, the conversations you know have happened behind closed doors flood from your mouth, leaving Reid standing there, his eyes searching for you to tell him to leave, or for him to back off completely and stop pressing.
Your rambles end when he looks at you, and its like the words fall out without permission.
"I know about your age regression."
Your eyes grow wide as you pause mid sentence, looking at Reid. Your eyes filling with tears of shock and fear.
Reid's eyes widen as he realizes he just admitted he knew something you had never told him.
"I-I mean I just- It all just- It clicked! And I didn't know what else to do, I could see it in your eyes, and your mannerisms! The way your eyes get a gloss to them when we get to the end of the night and you get to go hide- and I just wanted to help! I just wanted you to know I knew and I could help and-"
"…Help? That's… all?"
Reid stops as he hears your cracked voice ask a question he didn't expect. I mean what else would he have done with the knowledge? You were his teammate, his friend, someone he cherished.
"Reid it was like no one saw past the snacks and the help and the-the babying.."
Reid's face falls as he realizes his attempts to help you has hurt you more than helped. He walks over to you, giving you a hug that just solidifies the water works. You end up hugging him back, months worth of pent up anger, concern, worry, and just exhaustion all catch up at once.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just taken charge and I don't mean to be the reason you get seen differently." He says quietly.
He rubs your back as he slowly guides you both to sit on your bed, rocking you as best as he could once your sitting, trying to help you keep stable breathing.
"I didn't know how to just ask you without it being weird, and when I got you that t-shirt it just make me completely realize and understand and all I wanted to was help that's all.."
As your tears slow, you push yourself off of Reid's shoulder, wiping the still falling tears. You look at him and see the genuine care and worry in his eyes.
You try to stay angry, you want to just be absolutely furious at how much he has affected your working relationship with the team that would take time to re-build, but you just couldn't.
"It's okay, I get that..I get that you just meant good and didn't mean to harm anything.." You trail off.
Reid looks at you, waiting for you to push him away, to tell him off, and for him to leave. You look at the floor before your shoulders sag and you sniffle.
"Just please don't do it in front of the others as much anymore.. If you want to help we can try and do some stuff together, but I don't want anything fast or rushed."
Reids eyes light up as he hugs you again, grateful that even though you didn't exactly get to tell him on your own accord, you still let him in. The wall came down and you would both be able to have a chance to let whatever this was bloom.
You giggle slightly as you hug him back, a weight lifted off your chest, and your breathing feeling lighter.
Instead of a silly rom-com and jokes that went way over your head when regressed, you spend this night showing Reid your favorite episodes from your favorite show, eating pizza, and enjoying each other's company.
I just found your blog and I have to say that I just love your fluffy stories - especially the one with Dean because it's just soo cute!
Thank you!! Prepare for more.. numerous WIPS coming out soon!! Thank you all for those who enjoyed that fic and have found my page your all very seen and I cannot explain how grateful I am 🤧🤧
Hii I love your fics! If you don’t mind, do you think you could do an agere fic with cg!Bruce Banner? Maybe hurt/comfort with lots of fluff? Anything is great :)
Mission boo-boos
Author: A BRUCE BANNER REQUEST??? COUNT ME IN!!
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Word count- 753
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Sometimes battle gets a little rough but papa knows how to take care of you.
(Cg!Bruce banner x gn!little reader, where you get hurt during battle and bruce knows exactly how to help. SFW INTERATIONS.)
⚠️Warnings!!: Mentions of being hurt/wounded, changing clothes, arguing/yelling, in general all fluff though! Mild dialogue.!!⚠️
CG!BRUCE BANNER X GN!LITTLE READER
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Bruce glances up from his computer towards the door, loud racket and noise coming from outside his lab concerning him. As the sound moves closer Bruce tries to focus on his work before he hears the voices of his teammates nearing.
Tony, Clint and Natasha all rush in behind Steve as he carries you into Bruces lab, Steve lays you down on his table as bruce stops what he's working on and rushes over, concern etched onto his face.
"What happened??" He says as he looks over your unconcious body, your suit covering most of your vital areas. He visually scans for wounds or bruises, both his doctor side and caregiver side kicking in.
"I don't know! I just found them out cold as we were heading back from the mission. We drove straight here." Steve clambers out, his eyes looking over you just as concerned.
As the group starts to argue over what could have happened, you start to wake up, your head throbbing and your back hurting from something unknown. You open your eyes looking around to Steve and Natasha yelling at one another, Tony and Bruce trying to figure out what is going on with you, and Clint standing near you.
"Hey numbskulls! They're awake." Clint catches all their attentions.
"Woah, hey baby. What happened? Can you tell me what hurts?" Bruce immediately steps closer to you, looming over you, scanning your face for any signs of pain.
"Papa?" Your glossy eyes catch onto his concerned ones. He immediately starts telling the others to leave the room.
Bruce eventually shoos everyone out of the room, closing the window visibility and helping to get you into comfier clothes, checking you for wounds as he helps change you with his emergency little bag.
"Okay you have some bruising on your back baby, how's your head hun?" Bruce gently picks you up, sitting onto the table with you on his lap.
"Hurts still.." You mumble as you cling to his chest, snuggling into his warmth. His scent of light mint and lumber mixing with the chemicals he was using earlier.
He gently kisses your forehead before helping you snuggle into him more.
"I know baby, the medicine will kick in soon."
From the check up he did as he helped you get out of your suit, he knew it wasn't anything major and that you'd be okay. All you needed was for him to be there.
Bruce gently threads his fingers through your hair as your body relaxes into him. Both of yours breathing begin to match one another, and you both sigh contently.
Bruce wasn't a very open person, and he wasn't very sure when you had asked him to be your caregiver. The big green thing he turns into put a lot of weight on his shoulder when thinking about those decisions.
Yet as he holds you in his arms, the feeling of you breathing against him and your heartbeat thumping, makes it all worth it. Eventually he hears your breathing stabilize, and become more soft. He gently lifts your face from his neck as he looks your sleeping face.
He admires you as he thanks whatever brought you to him, whatever gave him the one thing that kept him going. He gets up with you still engulfed in his arms, grabbing his bag and heading out to the main lobby to head up to your twos shared floor in the tower.
The elevator dings, the cozy apartment you and Bruce share comes into sight as Bruce continues to carry you in. You stir slightly as your back aching makes it hard to stay comfortable while being held in the air.
"Shhh, I know baby I know, Ill get you to bed right now." Bruce softly whispers, throwing his go bag on the couch and carrying you to your shared bed. He gently lays you up near the headboard, your head beginning to stop throbbing as the medicine completely sets in. You whine as you feel the warmth of your papa leave.
"It's okay baby, I'm just gonna get into comfier clothes. Ill be right across the room" Bruce smiles lightly before completely moving from the bed to the closet.
It feels like forever before you feel the bed creek and your slowly moved under sheets and back to being engulfed in Bruce's arms.
You giggle tiredly as Bruce kisses your nose, settling in as well, exhaustion hitting him.
You both lay there in silence, enjoying the soft breathing of eachother as you both lull the other to sleep.
Bruce would eventually wake you up in a few hours to do a better evaluation, to make sure you were completely okay, but for now all he knew you needed was your papa. So that he was.
Hello! I've been looking at your blog, and i love your writing style! Don't feel pressured to write this, bc i know it's super specific, but I would love to see a fic of caregivers Steve and Bucky meeting and/or caring for a little who has Tourettes. I have Tourettes and corprolalia (ticcing bad words), and it makes it hard to feel like a "proper" little when I'm saying cuss words. Whether or not you write this, i hope you have a wonderful day!
You're Valid.
Author: I took a really long time trying to decide how I wanted to do this, if I wanted to try and make it longer or shorter. I really hope this came out in a way that can comfort you! I know friends who have tics, but I personally do not so I did my best. I hope you like it! on a separate note, I have school starting up again soon and I'm so upset at how little writing I was able to get done this summer :(. But I'll do my best to make more!!
Masterlist - all my work!
Word count: 588
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Regression is a safe place for all, even those who have tics.
(Cg!Stucky x reader, where this reader has tics and struggles with them in regression)
⚠️Warnings!!: Mild unwanted cussing, melt down, mentions of tics, and upset reader!! I cannot control what you read.⚠️
CG!STUCKY X READER
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Regression was something you loved to indulge in, to color, play, smile, and be stress free for a little in. Your caregivers, Steve and Bucky loved to help you regress, constantly hugging or kissing your cheek, helping to get your crayons and stickers ready as you colored. Immediately putting them on the fridge as you finish your art works.
The bliss of feeling free, loved, and cared for was something you cherished. Yet there was something that always made it feel hard, like you weren't meant to be a little.
Your eyes prickle with tears as you accidentally throw the crayon, your tics deciding to act up today. Sitting in buckys lap, he gently rocks you side to side as steve retrieves the thrown crayon. They both know how big of a struggle it is for you when your tics and regression mix.
Steve hands you the crayon as you sniffle, nodding at him gratefully before trying to color again, bucky helping you choose colors for your unicorn.
"Thank you papa." You mumble quietly.
"Your welcome sweetie." He gently kisses your head.
Steve and Bucky share glances when your tics decide to make you cuss, the slurred words coming out before you have a chance to even attempt to stop them.
After the third or fourth thrown crayon, you eventually turn in buckys embrace, burying your face into his chest, tears streaming down your face as you cling for comfort.
Bucky holds you tightly, kissing your head and rocking you. Steve comes closer to you both, rubbing your back as you attempt to apologize, to let them know you didn't want to cuss or throw crayons, you didn't want to be 'bad'.
"Baby, you couldn't be further from that. You aren't meaning to say bad words or throw things. You can't control it." Steve reassures.
"I- fuck- I don't- I don't want these stupid words anymo-more! They just-" Your irregular breathing begins to make it harder to form sentences, the pent up emotions causing your brain to make it hard to say the right words.
"Baby breathe. In… out. In… out. Yup, just like that yeah? Good job sweetheart, just listen to my breathing." Bucky gently rubs your back, exaggerating his breathing for you to follow along with.
"It doesn't feel like I-I can be a real little with this stupid diso-disorder.."
Your caregivers share a look before continuing to just focus on getting you to be able to breathe better.
Once your breathing becomes more regulated, Steve shuffles a little closer to you and gently pulls your face from buckys chest getting you to face towards him a little.
"Baby, your tics don't change that we love you, and that you are perfectly valid as a little. You aren't any less because you can't always control what your saying, or what your body does. Just because you have differences in the way your brain works doesn't make you any less worthy of love, care, and being little. We will love and care for you no matter what."
Steves eyes gently look over your tear streaked face before kissing your nose and cheeks. His actions make you smile slightly and nod.
"Now this unicorn isn't gonna finish itself without some help yeah?" Bucky helps to set you back up with your coloring tools.
You spend the next little while finishing your unicorn, and even when the crayon gets thrown, or the bad words come out of your mouth, you know that your caregivers will help you through it.
Author: I drive alot when I don't feel great mentally, and I feel like Dean would absolutely understand more than anyone else. So here to my first supernatural post! I do have requests in the making but I've been extremely depressed lately so I've had zero writing energy, sorry. ❣️ Also a little bit of new formating!
Masterlist - all my work!
Word count: 1k
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You drive to escape the demons in your head. Sometimes the demons tell secrets to the passenger seat.
( Cg!Dean x little!reader , where as your driving you tell dean about your regression, and a door opens for you both. [!!SFW INTERATIONS ONLY.!!])
⚠️Warnings!!: Mild cussing, mentions of alcohol, drugs, self-harm, mental demons, bad mental health, and MILD mention of near death experience.⚠️
CG!DEAN X LITTLE!READER (mentions of Sam!)
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Sometimes when shit fell apart, the only thing you knew how to do was drive.
You would climb into the drivers seat of whatever car you had access to and drive for miles, hours, just for some peace and quiet. A sliver of something you almost never had.
Your playlist plays at a good level, helping to erase the demons that begin to cloud, and tape up the boxes of memories you just dont want to dust off, not yet. Or ever.
When Sam and Dean came into your life, your drives eventually added them, talking was minimal when your demons came, and all you needed was your music and to drive. Whether it was after a particularly hard day, or a hard job, the boys knew it would be a escape for you to drive.
Dean wasn’t particularly happy when you first started to drive baby, but after time, he enjoyed him and you in the drivers seat with sammy asleep in the back. You two would talk, reaching a level of understanding with eachother that you didn’t feel like could be found with others.
Thats how you told him about your regression, it spilled out on accident, your mind so flooded with hauntings that your most vulnerable secret came out of your mouth like it was easy. Like it didn’t make your throat scratch when you realized what had just came out of your mouth.
“You- Regression? I’m not sure I know what that is.” Dean answers.
His look of concern makes yourself want to just end the conversation, turn up the music, and continue on your last 6 hours of a drive.
A awkward amount of time passed before you started to slowly explain to Dean. His face changed from pure confusion and concern to a look of understanding.
All hunters had a way of getting the feeling of their life to fade, even if it wasn’t the best. Alcohol, drugs, self-harm, something to ease the mind. Your mind just took you in a different direction with it.
You and him talked through quite a bit of it as you headed down the road, only stopping when sammy started to snore and Dean needed to take photos of the drool smeared face that sam had in the backseat.
The job came and went, Dean looking at you every now and then as it progressed, checking in and making sure you were okay. He wasn’t exactly sure when you had the chance to use a coping mechanism other than driving.
He took Sam’s laptop when he could and looked further into age regression as much as he could, trying to understand what he could do to help, to grasp on to what helped you mentally.
As the job ended, the three of you full of exhaustion even after crashing at a motel, begin to pack and head to the next job. A haunting somewhere in Philadelphia, a long drive ahead.
Dean goes to hand you the keys, thinking you’d want to drive after nearly being killed by a ghost this week, but you just shake your head and walk off to the car. Putting your suitcase in the trunk, you slide into the passenger seat as the boys grab the rest of the belongings you all had.
Dean took the silent hint, Sam didn’t quite grasp on, but he was just glad he could get shut eye in the back again. It was surprisingly comfortable. The boys finished packing down the car and climbed in. The engine roared and off you went.
About three hours in, Dean looks over to you and sees your lip between your teeth, blood being drawn. Your body was drawn into itself like your anxiety was spiking through the roof, and you could barely contain it.
Dean glanced in the back, seeing that Sam was asleep with his head on the door, he sighed gratefully. He knew you weren’t particularly fond of people knowing of your regression, but since he knew already, he couldn’t help but be invested.
“You alright?” He asks eventually.
“Yeah, just, yeah.” You mutter out.
Your head had been trying to crash into regression for the last few hours, apparently telling people you regress meant that your brain automatically wanted to make it their problem.
He glanced at you again before reaching his hand out for you to grab. A invitation to let him in, to let him help.
He goes to retract his hand but just before he can, you gently grab his hand, pulling it to lay on your knee. You begin to focus on his hand, uncurling from the door, you begin to pull and play with his hand.
Dean smiles, full on bright smile as he sees you let him in, even if its not alot, he knows you feel safe enough. The trip begins to lighten as Dean clenches his hand into a fist and you try to open it, ultimately failing and pouting at him until he opens his hand flat again, chuckling at you.
Although it wasn’t much, it was enough for you both. Something between you both just clicked, there was no words of explaining or knowledge that needed to be done for Dean to be there. To handle the big stuff and let you have some time not acting strong.
The front of the car became a sense of safety for you both, if dean was in a bad mood, he’d drive. Letting himself have peace, but also welcoming you to regress. Your regression became not only something that would lessen the load on your shoulders, but it gave dean a opening. Something to cherish that others couldn’t ruin.
If you needed to drive, he'd use the time to tell you stories about Sammy and him, the things he and his brother used to get up to. Things he usually called sappy and didn't like to talk about.
He’d do anything for you as you sit in the passenger seat, retelling him a story he’s heard a million times, a slight lisp added on and sound effects he didn’t know you knew.
Okay I know no one really asked for this, but I saw some head cannons someone made, and it made me think to make this. So in honor of my most popular post, here is the pt.2<3
Warnings⚠️: Mentions of a mission, mentions of anxiety, let me know if I missed any!
Stucky (Mainly Bucky) x gn!little reader
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That night you came home from a mission late, was the day everything changed for your relationship. It was almost as if a light switch was flicked on, and the light brightened for you all.
As the days continued forward, you realized that bucky was starting to do little things with you he had never done before. Reaching out and grabbing your hand without having to really think about it or reaching behind him for you to grab his hand as your walking in a tight space.
He would search for you if he couldn't pinpoint where you were, panicked and worried until he sees you and pulls you just a little closer. Touching him always in some sort of way, whether it was holding his hand or him gently lopping his finger through your belt loop.
Steve had noticed it too, and not only was relieved, but grateful at your two's comfortability changing. The unknown tension between you three began to completely dissipate.
Not only in public either, when at home you started to very rarely announce yourself when going into a room where bucky was, you moved quietly and how you liked to. Even if sometimes you worried that you’d spook him, he would always smile as he looked up to you.
Steve saw something inside bucky light up the day you finally back hugged him without telling him you were there. He almost gave you whiplash the way he picked you up and spun you around. Steve laughed until he helped you get back on your feet before bucky had the chance to make you too dizzy. You laughed and hugged them both, feeling at home.
Once all this change started to happen, your regression became something you could indulge in alot more aswell. You weren’t a loud little, preferring to walk around with footies and just silently go around the house. Before, you tried to make sure you made some sort of noise so bucky could hear you, but now? You can fully on tackle him with making no noise and all he does is kiss your cheek and take care of you.
Steve nearly broke down in joy one day when you tackled him with bucky’s help, you both sneakily getting behind him and tackling him to the floor with kisses and tickles. You all had joy radiating from you no matter what was going on.
Tony once made a joke about all three of yours mood change not too long after the night that bucky found you from the mission. It ended with you blushing and bucky acting like he had no clue what tony was talking about while steve tried to change the conversation. None of you were wanting to open that box with tony. You were just glad it wasn't only you seeing the joy emulating from the relationship.
Bucky no longer had an ache in his chest that was weighing him down. He no longer felt like you were scared of him. Scared of who he was. When those thoughts started to cloud him, when he starts to worry if he's not going to be what you need, or if he's too overbearing, you always tend to show him otherwise.
Kissing his cheek in public, or when he's talking with someone and just sliding in and hugging him, needing his embrace to recharge for a little.
You now knew you didn't need to announce yourself, you didn't need to be loud, or scared of harming bucky. All you had to do was be you, and bucky would sense you, sense your love, and sense how much you mean to him and how much you need him too. That was all that mattered.
