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.
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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.
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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.
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
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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.
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 :(
Masterlist - all my work!
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.
If you find the time could you write a Clint comfort fic?
🌺 I give you flower as thanks for all your hard work
Wisdom ouchies
So, I finally got to this request even though it's been a request for quite a while. I'm so sorry for my backup in requests but I'm doing my best to get to them now! I hope you like this although I'm sure you've been able to heal. I hope you're doing well!!
Masterlist - All my work!
Warnings⚠️: Mentions of wisdom tooth removal surgery, mentions of laughing gas, mentions of pain, if i missed anything let me know!
CG!Clint Barton x GN!Little reader
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The car ride here was brutal, for both you and Clint, the tears broke your baba’s heart as he strapped you into the car. He didn’t want to take you to get this minor surgery, but he had no choice.
Your tear-stained face is something he hates to see, but as he gently picks you up from the car seat it's all he can see. Gently kissing your cheeks, he carries you into the oral surgeon’s office.
“Baba, I don’t want it.. Please..” you mutter softly, hiding into his neck like your life depended on it. Praying that you wouldn’t have to get the ouchies.
“I know baby, but you need it, you’ve been in so much pain.” Clint softly sighs, kissing your temple.
You shake your head the waterworks slowly rising again. You were scared of the pain that was to come afterwards.
Your name is eventually called and Clint carries you into the room, sitting down with you on his lap as he goes over things with the assistants. Once he finishes getting some basic questions down he gently takes your face out of his neck, kissing your nose.
“Baby I gotta move you to the chair right there okay? I’ll be sitting right next to you the entire time.” He gestures to the scary chair and as much as you want to protest, you slowly nod your head.
Clint smiles softly and helps get you settled in the dental chair before sitting right next to you as he promised.
A nurse eventually comes in and give you some of that loopy gas, making you slowly fall asleep as they get to work removing your teeth.
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Your eyes slowly open and look around, finding yourself in your bedroom, curled into your bed. You go to move before your face starts to throb and ache like nothing you’ve felt before.
Slowly remembering the day prior you stir and want to cry but it hurts too much to. Clint walks back in from the bathroom to see you sitting up with a face of discomfort written all over your face and body language.
He quickly but calmly walks over to you, wrapping you in his embrace as you softly cry from the pain.
“Good morning babydoll, let’s get you some meds yeah?” He gently whispers as he carries you to the kitchen, getting a cup with no straw, a snack, and some pain meds before walking to the living room.
Seeing the couch is set up for a day with your baba, the feeling of gratefulness fills your chest. He gently helps you eat a snack and take your pain meds before wrapping you in a blanket with your favorite stuffy.
“A few days without any sippys or pacis baby, we don’t want dry sockets. Baba’s gonna be here the entire time okay? Baba’s job can wait.”You look at him and realize that even though your in excruciating pain, this would all be okay.
He was here to keep you comfortable and safe. There was nothing better than baba’s attention all day long for however long you needed him for. It would be okay.
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Could you write some hawkeye fluff pleaseee (no pressure)
💐 Take these for all your hard work
Bath time!
A/N - I really hope you like this anon!! This was such a cute idea in my head and I portrayed it as gender neutral as I can. Here's to my first post in October! More is absolutely coming! I love you all, thank you for your love and support recently.
Masterlist - all my work!
Warnings!⚠️ : Reader is being bathed! General fluff and cuteness, Baba Hawkeye (Clint Barton) x gn!little reader. Please read at your own discretion. Let me know if I missed anything!!
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The splashing of the water and the sound of your laugh echoed down the halls of tower as you happily played in the water of your newly drawn bath. Your caregiver sits quietly laughing at your antics of playing in the water. You had been his little for quite some time and he was always fond of how much you loved your time in the water.
“Baba look!” You happily wail out, showing him how your newly bought bathtoys were able to shoot water out. You may or may not have aimed it right at your baba.
“Yeah sweetheart i do see.” He quickly reaches for a towel, wiping up the water that has ended up on the walls outside the bathtub.
You laugh as he takes some bubbles and places them on your head, giving you the most bubbly hat in all the land. He kisses your nose before he stand up and grabs your hair washing cup off the counter.
“Okay sweetheart, can I have you put your head back for me? Lets get your hair washed and then you can continue to play.”
Your baba hands you a washcloth to cover your eyes just incase water spills over, although he still makes sure to hold his hand to your hairline just as a second measure aswell. His fingers scrub your head softly as he makes it all fluffy and foamy from the shampoo.
He carefully makes sure that your hair is all rinsed out before he threads the conditioner through your hair, kissing your forehead once its all in, letting you know you have five minutes of playtime before you rinse out your hair and get out of the bath.
You immediately go back to playing with your toys, squealing when hawkeye saves the day in your imaginary world, just like he saved you in your true world. He became your safe place on the days you needed him most, and he gave you a home when you didn’t have one.
The clock continues to tick by as your conditioner soaks in, and your playing is still as loud as ever. Your baba laughs as he watches you act out his major plays that hes either told you about or you’ve seen on the news after the avengers saved new york.
The timer goes off and Clint stands back up, he grabs your bin for your toys and holds it infront of you, letting you know its time to start to calm down and get ready to get out of the bath and ready for bed. Once all your super hero friends have gone off into their next mission, one you’ll surely make next bath, you tilt your head back and let your baba rise out the conditioner from your now cleaned hair.
He makes sure to help you clean your body aswell before he unplugs the drain and grabs a warmed towel. He helps you to stand up before he traps your body in a warm towel hug, drying you off aswell as putting you back in the safety of his arms.
You squeal as he picks you up and carries you to your shared room, and helps you to get comfortably changed into your favorite pajamas.
By the end of the night, your all wrapped up safely in your Baba’s arms, your favorite movie playing in the background, and your comfort items securely in your possession.
Your Baba makes sure to play with your hair and rub your back until your sound asleep, and then he joins you in dreamland, where you both make your own adventures. Together.
It's okay to be scared to have a caregiver, or to be scared of what having a tiny space may entail for you. It's okay to be worried you may be to much (although your not and never will be, someone will love you the way that you are). It's okay to need love. It's okay to struggle. It's okay to need help. It's okay to not want a caregiver after bad experiences. It's okay to need time to get in touch with your little space after bad times or to many invoulintarily regressions. It's okay to ask your caregiver for a bit of time to find your safe place in your mind. It's okay to be overwhelmed. It's okay to not understand what's going on, or not understand why you feel this way. It's okay to not be pink and rainbows, and it's okay not to be dark and gloomy. Be blue and clouds, be green and rain, be yellow and trees, be orange and the sun, be you.
It's okay that times can be rough, it's okay for life to hit, it's okay to be human. It's okay to be different, and don't let others tell you otherwise.
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 🤧🤧
