#tw littlespace

you wiped your eyes and sighed in relief. the last assignment had really frustrated you, and you were glad that it was over. it was hard enough fighting your little headspace while trying to do classes, but trying to do an assignment was even harder. Chris was usually right there with you while you did your schoolwork, as it was hard for you to keep up with what the teacher was saying while little, especially as the end of the year and graduation grew nearer.

when it came to assignments whenever you were little, Chris would type it up for you, while you told him what to write. you had gotten permission from your professors to do this, and in the end, it made school work just a little more tolerable.

you took a deep breath, allowing yourself to slip into your little space and grabbed your favourite fluffy blanket and stuffy wrapped the blanket around yourself and headed downstairs, in search of your Daddy.

you passed the kitchen where Scott was making dinner, and gave him a wave before walking into the living room where Chris was typing on his laptop.

you tapped on his shoulder to get his attention, but jumped back when he turned around and yelled at you.

“FOR GOD SAKES STOP!” he screamed, and your eyes filled with tears, both from the fright and the fact he was angry with you for seemingly no reason.

his eyes widened when he realized you weren’t Scott, and he reached out towards you, but you took off running in the opposite direction, sobs falling from your lips.

he heard his bedroom door slam, and headed to his bedroom, ignoring the shouts from Scott about how he was an asshole.

“yeah i know, no need to remind me!” he shouted back at his brother, and opened his bedroom door. he followed the sound of your sobs through the bedroom and into the bathroom. he found the door unlocked, and he walked in. his heart broke when he saw you.

you had opened the linen closet and climbed in the bottom where there was a good 2 metres (height and length wise) of unused space underneath. you always went there when you were upset or needed to be alone, so Chris put some pillows, a rug, some faerie lights, and even a curtain up to shield you from the rest of the world. behind the first stack of towels on the first shelf above you was where Chris and you kept the majority of your little things, other than your clothes, which were put in the closet, as no one else except Chris, Scott and your academic advisor knew you were a little, and you'd like to keep it that way.

Chris sat down on the bathroom floor and sighed. “i’m sorry baby girl.” he said, but your sobs only increased.

"jus' wanna hug," you wailed, and Chris swore, his head falling back against the cabinets. "was havin' bad day, and jus' needed a hug! didn' mean ta make you mad!"

"I am so sorry baby. Scott was annoying me earlier and I was at the end of my rope with him, and I thought you were him so I yelled." he explained, playing with his hands.

"didn't mean you hadda yell!" you sobbed, and Chris nodded in agreement.

"you're absolutely right. I didn't have to yell. I'm so sorry that I did, but if you come out I can make you feel better," he offered, and at first there was no movement. a few seconds pass, then there was a sniffle, followed by movement.

you came out of the closet, and Chris could have burst into tears when he saw you bundled up in your blanket, your stuffy secure under your arm, your hair tousled, and tears still streaming down your face. "come here, angel." Chris said, and lifted you into his lap.

he gently rocked you back and forth while running his hands up and down your back to soothe you. "what's going on? why were you having a bad day?" he asked in his soothing voice that he reserved for moments like this.

you snuffled, and coughed, but answered. "schools too hard. can' do it without you." you said, and Chris sighed.

"I know that school is hard, but you're so so close to graduating. once you do, you don't have to worry about it anymore. I know I usually sit with you and do it, so I'm sorry that I wasn't there today. I thought you were big enough to do it alone, but you weren't, and that's okay. you know that, right?" he asked, and you nodded.

"good." he said, and checked his watch. "well, it's almost nap time, so why don't we go and get your snack from Uncle Scott and then go and lay down together?" Chris asked as he stood up.

you nodded, and he picked you up, your head coming to rest on your shoulder. "okay." you said. "watch a movie after?" you asked, and Chris chuckled.

he giggled ever so often, watching Moana fight with Maui about wether or not to go and fight Te Ka. he popped the last bit of pizza in his mouth, and continued to watch the movie.

As Moana, Maui, and Heihei approached Te Fiti, Bucky began to squirm, and whimper.

"what's wrong, bubba?" you asked, and he whimpered louder. he rubbed his thighs together, and you smiled. "did you go potty?" you asked, and he nodded. "okay, lay back and let me change you." you asked. he complied immediately.

you undid the wet diaper, and discarded of it. you returned to your boy, and wiped him down, before securing a dry diaper around his waist. he shook his head as you went to grab his pants, so you leant back against the couch as he resumed his earlier position. his hand reached out for another slice of pizza, and his attention turned back to Moana, as they were fighting Te Ka for the first time.

you glanced down a few minutes later, and saw his hand holding onto the pizza slice for dear life. you tilted his head slightly, and awed when you saw Bucky fast asleep. you wiped some pizza grease from the side of his mouth before grabbing his paci from the table and slipping it in between his lips.