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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Word count - ~3.1k
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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.
maybe peter comes home to reader realllyyyyy tiny so they play/color/etc before peter helps his baby get ready for bed :(((
alllllllll the fluff
Tiny baby!
I know exactly who requested this and to you I say happy birthday you beautiful human and I cannot believe how much of an impact you've had on my life. Enjoy you sweet soul. <33
I also totally head cannon that peter would be a caregiver that constantly talks to you even if your too young to understand because he loves to hear you giggle at him and his weird fluctuations of his voice. He would be the CUTEST caregiver I’m telling you.
CG!PETER PARKER (tom holland ver.) X GN!LITTLE
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Warnings: Minor details of bathtime, but other than that all fluff. Enjoy! (No angst!!)
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You and Peter had always had a deep connection when it came to each other. From the way you knew when his senses were too much for him and how to help him, or how he knew every detail about you that you had ever shown or told him. You both had such a mutual love and understanding that when you told him about your regression, he was ecstatic.
Not only was it because you showed a side of you that was hidden to most, but you showed it to him.
As he swung his way through the city, excited to be able to finally spend time with you, he began to think about your regression. He absolutely loved to baby you, give you kisses, cuddles, coloring books, and everything else in between. You were his everything and that seeped into everything he did for you.
He quickly swings right in front of your two’s apartment, his fingers fumbling with the keys as he unlocks the door. The door swings wide open as he stumbles to get his shoes and outfit off before looking around for you. He checks the living room, kitchen, and lastly your shared bedroom. As he approaches the door he hears your favorite cartoon playing and immediately knows your regressed.
He carefully opens the door, which causes you to look up from your phone playing the show. Your eyes light up with a shimmer that Peter almost always folds at, and he strides over to you excitedly.
“My baby!” He pulls you into his arms, kissing you all over your face. You giggle loudly, hugging him happily back.
He picks you up onto his hip, making sure you're securely in his hold before bringing you out to the kitchen. He dances the entire way there, making up little noises that make you laugh, your smile lighting up the room.
As he found your favorite sippy and filled it with your favorite drink, you cuddled right up to him. His scent fills your lungs and helps ground you to the moment.
He finishes making your sippy before he brings you out onto the soft carpet in the living room, gently placing you on the ground. He hands you your sippy before going over to your toys and scrummaging through.
“Okay today we’ve got, hmmm.. Blocks?” He turns to look at you.
You scrunch your nose as you take your sippy into your mouth, rolling onto your back.
“After the castle we built a few days ago I can’t say you're wrong about no blocks.”
He continues to look through your drawers full of toys before coming across your dolls, he checks to make sure all your accessories are there before he turns back.
“How about dolls? I'm sure you’d want to cause mass destruction to the Town of Croissant again?”
Your eyes slightly widen as you nod your head, hand reaching out for a doll.
He laughs to himself, knowing that causing chaos was something you'd always love to do.
He brings out and sets up your dolls, all their accessories and houses. He gently picks you up and places you on his lap before leaning his chin on your shoulder as he helps you customize your doll of choice for the day.
Peter's smile never leaves his face as you both continue to play with dolls for a while, him gently kissing your cheek every now and then, making you giggle.
You inevitably get bored of the dolls, whining as you turn in Peter's lap, burying your face into his neck.
Peter checks his watch and sees it's close to your bedtime and decides to start getting you ready for bed. He gently scoops you up as he stands, bringing you over to the bathroom. He doesn’t even bother to put you down as he turns on the bath.
“Do you want some bubbles darling?” His soft voice helps to coax you into letting him take complete control in helping you get ready for bed.
You nod in his neck, relaxing into his hold. He gently rubs your back before grabbing the bubbles and pouring them into the bath. As the tub fills, he gets you undressed and helped into the bath, kissing your nose once you're settled in the tub.
Seeing your droopy eyes and how dilated they’ve become, he doesn’t even bother to give you some of your bath toys. He quickly but thoroughly and gently gets you all cleaned up, telling you some of your favorite stories to help distract you.
Once you're all cleaned, he grabs a towel from under the sink, opening it up before helping you stand and wrapping you in it. He scoops you back up into his arms and brings you into your shared bedroom, setting you down on the bed. He walks over to the closet and grabs some of your favorite night-time clothes as well as your favorite pacifier.
He gets you dried and dressed before slipping your pacifier between your lips, he then walks back over to the closet and gets himself into his own pajamas.
Your soft babbles begin to fill the room as he comes back over and gets you both settled under the covers. You giggle when he kisses your nose and pulls you securely to his side.
“You had such a big day of causing chaos yeah? You wanna tell me your plans for next time?”
You shake your head, and he looks at you playfully shocked.
“Noooo?? Oh c’mon! You gotta have the most detailed plans!” He softly eggs on.
You tired giggly before snuggling into him, laying practically on top of him, and he fully wraps his arms around you.
“It appears I get to find out just as the Town of Croissant does..”
He puts your favorite show on the tv before playing with your hair and rubbing your back. All that can be heard as your night comes to a close is the sounds of the show, your soft snores, and his light breathing.
Peter was so ecstatic when you told him about your regression, because it meant that no matter what side of you there was, he got to be there to see it. Good and bad.
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.
A/N - it's been such a long week and I've missed posting so much, two requests currently in the making! I hope you guys enjoy whatever this turned into.
(Edit: Hi! Author here, i have edited this part slightly. Some wording is not how it was for original posting. *6/8/25*)
Masterlist - All my work!
Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of a mission, mentions of anxiety, mentions of a avengers party, let me know if I missed any!
Stucky (mainly bucky) x gn! Little reader
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If there was one thing that everyone in the tower knew, it was that you don’t touch bucky unless he allowed. This even applied to you, even as his second partner alongside Steve. The only one that was able to touch bucky without his life being in danger is Steve, and that's just because Bucky could almost like, sense him.
You felt a little sad that you may never have that with Buck, but you didn’t show it, atleast you did your best not to. You knew that if he ever did warm up to you, you’d open it with loving arms and let him know that he doesn’t have to be afraid.
Steve in a way, knew and saw how you felt. He would watch as your eyes shifted when you watched him surprise hug bucky, and how you wished that you could hug buck surprisingly as he did. You also wanted to be able to move into rooms silently as you were known to do from your training.
Bucky had a feeling about it, but he couldn't put his hand on what was bothering you. The super soldiers knew you like the back of their hand. This is why when you became their partner, and little, it was like a part of them had been completed.
Even then, you’d always announce yourself coming into rooms when around bucky or make some sort of noise to make sure you didn't spook him. Bucky thought it was a sweet gesture, something you had been doing since you met him. Steve just had a feeling it couldn’t only be that.
One day when all of the avengers were hanging out, you and bucky decided to hang back at your room in the tower. Bucky wasn't feeling the greatest, and in all honesty you weren’t either. Your anxiety had been spiking all day. You barely wanted to even have to get out of bed.
You were laying on the couch watching a movie when you heard bucky shuffle around in your guy’s shared bedroom. Nothing unusual, so you ignore it.
Until it happens again, and again, and maybe even a 4th time. That's when you decide its worth going to at least check out. You stand up and head towards your bedroom when you what bucky mumbling, and then making noise again.
“Bucky?” you open the door quietly as you speak, trying to figure out whats going on with him.
“No- No I don’t-” Bucky mumbles, his sleeping form crumpled in your bed.
“Bucky? Bucky are you okay?” You ask as you walk over to him, trying to gently wake him as he appears to be having a nightmare.
“No-No You can’t- You can’t have them!” Bucky screams as he sits up in bed, looking around with fear and worry in his eyes.
“Bucky?” You sit down in front of him, looking at him with concern, but avoiding touching him.
That is until he literally drags you into his lap, crying as he holds you tightly. He’s mumbling thank god and jesus christ over and over again, you softly hug him back, burying close into his embrace.
“I... I thought they got you. I couldn’t save you.”
“Im here bucky.. I promise no one's hurt me.”
He sighs and gently kisses your cheek before wrapping you in the blanket and pulling you under with him.
He plays with your hair until you inevitably fall asleep on top of him.
When steve arrives home, bucky has you practically strapped to him with his own limbs, his arms are tightly secured around your torso and his legs are tangled with yours as you both sleep, soundly.
You were fond of the experience, this was the first time bucky had let you help him through a nightmare. You were honestly glad he was starting to open up.
Something you hadn’t realized after that night was that bucky had the urge for you to just jump on him like steve did. Ever since the nightmare hes realized how much you made sure to let him know you were there, it was as if it was to make sure he didn’t attack you. You never touched him unless he saw you first, and you would always announce yourself in one way or another when walking into somewhere where he was, and you’d always leave him notes or messages to let him know if you'd be home at an odd hour.
With steve he never has to guess or know, he can feel steve a mile away, and hes beginning to be able to do the same with you. He can hear your small quiet footsteps, the way your keys jingle in your pocket, your breathing patterns, everything was starting to tell him that he was safe around you.
Weeks pass of this bothering him, he just wants you to feel like you can just exist without him having to necessarily tell him your there.
The first time you don’t announce yourself is when you get home at 3:40am from a in-house mission. Your half regressed, and feel actually disgusting, the in-house being you had to join clint in the vents, and you really never want to go back.
You quietly enter the house, and slowly drop your stuff on the table, before opening the fridge and grabbing one of your pre-made juice sippys.
“Can’t hurts” you quietly mumble to yourself, your regression starting to take over.
You turn towards the living room, and you see bucky standing in the doorway, watching over you.
“Pa- Uhm, Bucky?” You ask, surprised.
“How did you know I was home?”
“I can hear you from practically anywhere, you know. It's almost like I can sense you." He slowly strides over to you.
"You sure you want juice? I could make you up some milk?” Bucky smiles softly.
He sees the grime slimed on your face, and the dust from wherever you were on your clothes, but he sees you most importantly.
You give him a knowing look, before you slowly lose the facade of being big and walk over to him, burying your face in his chest and letting him take the exhaustion.
You didn’t need to announce yourself for him to know you needed him, and you’d be able to learn soon enough that you wouldn't have to announce yourself at all.
I've been reading a lot of your little fics, and I love them! Especially the Stucky ones!
I had a request for a fic with Cg!Peter Parker (Andrew's version) x gn!little!reader
Andrew Peter is a very playful guy, so I'd imagine he'd love messing with reader, like jokingly scaring them. They have anxiety, but normally this is fine because they see it's Peter and instantly calm down.
But one day they've been having a bad day, too much stimuli ramping up their anxiety so they just want to relax at home, until Peter scares them when he gets home. He thought they'd start laughing like usual, but instead they start crying (and regress).
Too much.
Soooo I love this prompt and I hope you like the outcome!! Thank you for giving me Andrew Garfield spiderman I grew up on this spiderman version and this was amazing to write. Thank you for the prompt!! Enjoy<33
Masterlist - All my work!
Warnings⚠️:Meltdown, anxiety attack, jump scare, panic attack, comfort, crying, let me know if i missed anything!!
Cg!Andrew Garfield spiderman x Gn!little
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Today was nothing short of a pit of fire, it felt like nothing was going right and all you felt like doing was crying. Work was filled with nothing but rude people, and people you talk to normally were indifferent about your feelings. Your heart heavy from the day, you hope to get home and not have to worry about a single thing.
Peter and you had been sharing a home for quite some time now, and its was such a relief for you. Him being your caregiver meant that days like this would end in giggles and love, even if the beginning sucked, he always made it better.
Once you open the door and throw off your shoes, jacket, and bag, you walk your way over to the bathroom, running water over your face and trying to calm down the rage of anxiety from today.
You stand there for god knows how long before you open the door and turn to leave. When you open the door Peter is standing there waiting for you, scaring every fiber of your being to your core.
Peter had a knack for being excessively quiet, and also found it quite joyful to scare you. Expecting your normal reaction of a scream or a cuss word and then laughing, he didn’t think twice before deciding to stand outside the bathroom and wait.
What he was unaware of was that him scaring you would cause you to start crying, not necessarily from him scaring you, but sometimes an immense amount of an emotion just causes your anxiety to spike so high, the tears just end up coming.
The moment he sees your tears he's pulling you into his embrace, and starts rubbing your back, worry running through his veins. He didn’t mean to make you cry; the tears were far from what he was intending to see as a reaction.
You grasp onto him like your life depends on it, sobbing into his shoulder as the weight of the day hits you more. The emotions soaking through your exterior and being worn by peter, who was more than willing to take it.
“Woah woah sweetheart, what happened? Did I scare you that bad?” He calmly asks, rubbing his hand up and down your back, trying to help regulate your breathing.
Unable to really get any words out, you shake your head and just hold on tighter to him. He softly picks you up, kissing your cheek as he carries you to the living room. He tries to get you to sit on the couch but your grip on him has him just sitting with you on his lap as he softly rocks you.
“Bad day baby? Was this just the last straw to break the camels back?” He softly whispers, trying to get just enough of a answer so he can help.
You nod, the tears flowing but not as heavily anymore. You peak out at him, seeing his face of worry and concern, you can’t help but want to hide more into him. He does his best to hold you as close to him as he can, knowing pressure helps you to regulate.
Once your tears have eventually faded enough you can talk, you tell him about the day you had, telling him about the rude people at work, and how the people you work with and your “friends” did nothing but make it worse.
He listens to it all as he softly wipes your tears off your face, kissing your forehead every now and then. He gives you some love and comfort before gently giving you some advice, something he tries to do to help you to learn to be able to stand up for yourself without causing you more anxiety.
Although days like this are extremely hard, you know the moment that Peter knows, he's there. He listens and helps and makes sure your safe and sound before giving you just enough advice for you to feel confident if a day like this happens in the future again.
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!!
Masterlist - all my work!
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.
