#agerefic

[stuffkin]

ryuji doesn't do so hot on trains when he's regressed

[octocurse]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Splatoon Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Agent 4 & Agent 8 (Splatoon) Characters: Agent 4 (Splatoon), Agent 8 (Splatoon), Pearl (Mentioned) (Splatoon) Additional Tags: Nonbinary Agent 4 (Splatoon), She/Her Pronouns for Agent 8 (Splatoon), Age Regression/De-Aging, agere, sfw agere, Hurt/Comfort, Couch Cuddles, Cuddling, Platonic Cuddling, Platonic Affection, littlespace, Caregiver!Agent 4, Regressor!Agent 8  Wordcount: 1183

Summary:

Eight requests comfort.

[theoceantot]

𝐊𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫!!

•Next to Pablo, Kelly is the best cg in the show

•Always needs you in her sight to make sure you're safe

•Doesn't even like when Ash looks at you. She knows he'd never hurt you but she knows how perverted he is.

•Very playful cg

•Loves surprising you with tickles because she loves hearing you laugh.

•Would take a million bullets for you

•When she let's you fight you're getting the strongest weapon possible with full armor. Nothing can happen to her baby!

•Uncle Pablo loves you too!

•When Kelly gets possessed he turns you away and covers your ears. The thing that demon said about you would be too much

•Suprisingly, Ruby loves spending time with you too! Kelly keeps constant supervision at first but when she sees you cuddled into her watching cartoons she puts her guard down

| 𝓐𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓗𝓮𝓻 |

"Mama, cans I pway wif Ashy?"

"Why don't we play instead sweet pea" Kelly tried bribing her with Mama time but it didn't work. You began pouting making Kelly give in. "Okay okay please just be careful and call for me if something happens!" Y/n cheered as she made her way to Ash. "What did she say kiddo?" Ash asked. "She said yes!" Ash laughed and led her a bit into the woods where a ton of weapons were lined up.

"You can pick any weapon you want kiddo" Ash smiled and ruffled her hair earning laugh from the little. "YAYYY" she scanned all the weapons until she found a small axe which she found cute. "I gotta take a whiz squirt be right back" Ash walked further into the woods leaving her alone with all the weapons(Real smart dumbass). "It so pwetty and shinyy" Y/n touched the sharp part of the axe and cried when it cut her finger.

"MAMA!" Y/n called and held her finger. Kelly rushed to the scene infuriated to see all the weapons and Ash nowhere to be seen.

"My poor baby! How'd this happen? Where's Ash?!" Kelly panicked. Ash could soon be heard rushing to them with a panicked look on his face.

"YOU'RE SO DEAD ASH" Kelly started chasing him as he kept apologizing over and over again. Safe to say that was the last time you hanged out with Ash

[ittybittystarryshow]

BABY KANADE WASNT A FLUKE PJSEKAI AGEREFES IS CANON AND WE WON

[ittybittystarryshow]

EDIT BECAUSE I SHOULD PUT A SPOILER WARNING FOR KANADE BLOOMFES STORY FIRST PROBABLY OOPS

I JUST READ THE BLOOMFES STORY LAST NIGHT IT WAS SO CUTE LIKE SEEING THE UNTRAINED I WAS LIKE "oh so its going to be like airi's colofes where kanade meets her younger self" NO IT WAS MORESO KANADE PHYSICALLY BECOMING A CHILD,?? AND AT THE END THE FRAGMENT LIKE. BECAME A PART OF HER?????? yea actually they just made kanade regressor real

ALSO THE WHOLE MEMORY MOTIF THE BLOOMFES CARDS GOT (meiko got it too) WHAT IF KANADE'S NOT ALONE WITH THE WHOLE CARD STORY. it might not be the case but like huge win for the pjsk agere community in general if it is or not. bloomfes more like agerefes honestly

ALSO THIS PART i realized kaito's talking to luka here but initially i thought he was talking to kanade and luka was like "no need to rush kanade into the regressor mindset..." (but the other way around makes luka seem like shes already in the cg mindset). also n25 luka honestly the cg ever for the card story same with n25 kaito

KANADE REGRESSED IN CANON GUYS ITS REAL

[sleepybabyxo]

The Accident

TW mentions of blood mentions of hospital

Princess= Принцесса babygirl=малышка

Little one= маленький

Kitten= котенок

You lay sprawled on the coach in the compounds living area. Pacifier in your mouth and stuffie in your hand. Watching your favourite show waiting for your mommies to get home. It felt like forever since you had seen them. In reality they’d only been gone a few hours but they left Antie Yelena in charge. She was your favourite Antie, she let you stay up late, have ice cream for breakfast and even let you have fizzy drinks.

“Принцесса dinner time” yelena called from the kitchen. You loved it when her and Nat spoke Russian. You got up and waddled to the kitchen, to see a steaming bowl of Mac and cheese and a sippy full of juice. She places the bowl and sippy cup in front of your high chair before lifting you up and placing you in it. “You want me to feed you маленький?” “Yes pwease Antie Lena” “good manners cutie” she grabs a cloth bib and ties it round your neck. She picks up the spoon and guides the gooey pasta towards your mouth “open up lil pup” you let out a small giggle and take the spoon into your mouth. After a few more spoonful you become restless and fidgety. “No more” your groan. “One more bite, for me?” You let out a small smile and open your mouth. “Good girl, you wanna take your juice and watch a movie with Antie Lena?” You nod your head. She removes your bid and lifts you out of the chair, carrying you into the living room. “Can we watch frozen? Plweaseeee” you beg. “Of course котенок” she places you on the couch and pops your paci in your mouth. Yelena curls up next to you and puts on the movie. You begin to fall asleep as she places kisses on your forehead.

You woke up to a slight movement, your eyes flutter open to see Nat carrying you up stairs. “Mommy, I missed you. You say groggily.” “I missed you too малышка, but go back to sleep, it’s way past your bed time.” Your eyes close slowly. “I lub you mommy”

You woke up the next day to the bed empty. You started panic. you exit the room and run towards the stairs. Tears forming in your eyes. “Mommy!!” Nobody answered. “Mama!!” Still not answer. You were now balling your eyes out. Your mommies always told you to go down the stairs on your bottom so you don’t hurt yourself but you were too in your headspace to remember you just wanted your mommies. You got panicked when they weren’t in bed next to you. And just needed to find them. You ran down the the steps and tripped over your own feet. You were sent flying down you tumbled to the bottom hitting your head multiple times on the way down. You scream as you fall. As you hit the ground you see black.

Alerted by your screams Nat and Wanda come running from the kitchen. They are your lifeless body on the ground. “Y/N” “omg what happened!” They run to your side. Nat assesses your body for cuts. “Her head is bleeding!” Wanda grabs her phone and calls 911. Within minutes the ambulance arrives. Nat picks you up carefully and carries you outside. They place you on the ambulance. “Is she coming to be okay?” “She should be” Wanda sits by your side a clutches your hand. “I’ll got pack a bag, i love you darling” she kisses Wanda and then places a kiss on your cheek. “Okay babe. I’ll see you at the hospital.”

Nat runs into the compound, “Friday can you replay the tape from camera 2?” Friday plays the tape. Nat see you run towards the stairs fear in your eyes as you scream for your mommies. She watches in fear as you tumble down the stairs. “Omg it’s my fault. Why did I answer her!” She scrambles around the house grabbing you clean clothes, blankets, toiletries and you stuffie. She jumps in the car and drives to the hospital. She runs to the reception desk. “I’m looking for y/n and Wanda maximoff” “room 5” Nat races down the corridor and stumbles in to room 5. “How is she Wands?” “The doctor said that she will be okay, it was just a minor scrape but she will need some rest.” “I watched the tape back. She was shouting for us, she looked so scared and little. She fell down the stairs” “how the gate was locked…?” “It wasn’t. I went to the toilet and I think I forgot to lock it. This is all my fault” “Natasha this is not your fault. She fell. It happens. She is going to be okay and she would never blame you. She loves you and so do I.”

“Mommy? Mama?” Your eyes flutter open, you try to sit up. “Oh baby doll, I’m so glad your awake. Don’t try to sit up, just lay down.” “Where’s mommy?” “I’m right here Принцесса.” “I’m sorry mommy” you begin to cry. “Awh малышка why are you crying? And what are you sorry for my love?” “For running down the stairs” “Awh sweetie pie we’re not mad” Wanda coos. “We love you. And just want you to be okay.” Natasha hand you your paci and stuffie. “Get some rest my little котенок”

“Come here my love” Natasha gestures to her wife. Wanda sits on her lap, kissing her gently on the lips. “I love you darling” “I love you too малышка”

[angelbaby-fics]

Stars

Summary: Reader can’t sleep without Loki’s magic, so they try to learn

Word Count: 1160

Pairing: Daddy!Loki x Little!Reader

A/N: This was actually a request!! But tumblr at the ask!! But I remember it was an anonymous request for Loki to teach the reader magic & I’ve been so tired all day so this is the result. I wish Loki was here for me to fall asleep like this 😌💕 anyways enjoy!!

Loki had tucked you in tightly under your comforter. You had your paci, your stuffy, your nightlight, and your music box, but you still couldn’t sleep. No matter how hard you tried, your eyes couldn’t stay closed, your brain couldn’t stay still. Tossing and turning didn’t help; you’d missed a crucial part of your bedtime routine. 

You didn’t blame Loki for the mistake. He’d been so stressed lately, you knew he didn’t intend for it to slip his mind. That’s why he was putting you to bed in the first place, instead of cuddling up with you in his big bed. His work had lasted far later into the night than he’d intended and you just couldn’t stay up any longer, so when you were too tired to protest, he’d carried you into your special little bedroom. But he forgot the stars.

Every time Loki had to put you to bed alone, just before he left and closed the door, he would fill the room with stars. They’d twinkle on the ceiling and walls around you, helping you not feel so alone in what felt like a giant bed without Loki by your side. Sometimes you’d count them to help lull you off to sleep. Other times, you’d just let your eyes unfocus, the glinting spots around you hypnotizing you until you were dreaming. But tonight, Loki had forgotten to put them there, so you just stared at the empty ceiling. 

You thought about the way Loki made it happen. He’d rub his hands together as though he was forming a clump of play doh into a ball, then he’d whisper something into his hands and blow, and as he opened his hands, the hundreds of stars would float out into the room. That didn’t sound so hard, right? So you did what you’d watched him do so many nights before. After rubbing your hands together, you realized you didn’t know what words Loki whispered to make the stars appear. You thought for a moment, not wanting to give up so quickly, before remembering what Loki had taught you: the best way to get what you want is to ask for it politely. So you held your hands up to your mouth and whispered:

“Please make the stars please!!”

And you slowly opened your hands and blew into your palms.

But nothing happened.

You let out a heavy sigh, letting your hands drop onto the blanket in front of you. 

“How does he do it so easily??” You wondered aloud.

“Oh, just centuries of training, my love.” A quiet voice spoke from behind you.

You shot up in the bed, turning around to see Loki standing in the doorway, having heard you whispering to yourself. You felt your face run hot with embarrassment, butterflies fluttering into your stomach as you realized Loki had caught you trying – and failing – to replicate his magic. You hid your face into your stuffy in embarrassment, not wanting to look up at what you assumed would be a condescending smirk on Loki’s face. Instead, he walked over to you, gently placing a hand on your back.

“I forgot to put out your stars, didn’t I?” He asked.

You nodded, still not showing your face. 

“And so you tried to make them yourself, is that right?” You nodded again.

“What a clever little one I’ve got. That's the first step to becoming a great magician, you know.” “What is?” You asked, finally and slowly raising your head to meet eyes with Loki.

“Trying. And you tried so hard, I can tell. In fact, I bet with a bit more practice and training, you could be filling this room with a whole galaxy of stars in no time!”

This fully got your interest. The thought that you could learn magic just like your Loki, just like all the characters in your fairy tale stories. You looked up at Loki with wide, pleading eyes.

“Will you teach me?”

This is when his trademark mischievous smirk came to his face as he thought of his deal. “But if I teach you my magic, then you won’t need me anymore!” He said, pretending to be struck down by tragedy. You laughed, knowing he was just being his dramatic self. “I always need you!!” You said with a giggle.

“Promise?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Pinky promise!” You replied, holding out your finger.

Loki shook it with his, and then sat down on the end of your bed, positioning himself to face you. He took both your hands in his. 

“Alright, you know the first step, right? We have to make the stars.”

He guided your hands around an imaginary ball, just as you’d done yourself before.

“You have to imagine your hands are filling up with hundreds, no, thousands of stars. Feel them all rustling around inside your grasp. What do they feel like?” You scrunched your eyes, focusing as hard as you could on conjuring the stars in your palms. Then you noticed it, just barely at first, and then stronger as you focussed harder and harder.

“They tickle!” You cried out, the stars bouncing around your cupped hands like a bunch of little fish. 

Loki smiled.

“They do, don’t they! Now, close your eyes, relax all the muscles in your body, and make a wish.” “A wish?” “Yes my love, don’t you know that when you wish on a star, it comes true?” You thought for a moment before you leaned forward again, whispering your secret wish.

“Have you done it?” Loki asked.

You nodded.

“Alright now, the last step. We have to put the stars out into the room. So make sure you're still imagining them in your hands, and slowly…”

Loki guided your hands apart, leaning forward to blow a gentle breath into the palms of your hands and prompting you to do the same. As you did so, bright yellow stars of all sizes filled the room, spreading out all over every corner of your bedroom. Your eyes widened as you looked all around in amazement, a smile stuck on your face.

“Look at that! You’ve done it, darling, I’m so proud of you!!” Loki cheered for you, and leaned forward to plant a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Are you ready to go to sleep now then, my love?” He asked.

“Will you stay with me? That’s what I wished for.”

“Of course, my little one.” Loki smiled, lifting the blanket to join you, maneuvering his way around the stuffies and blankets to find a comfy spot where he could still put his arms around you. Just as he was getting comfortable, his eyes heavy after a long day of stressful work, your little voice broke the silence of the starlit room.  

“What did you wish for, daddy?” You whispered. You felt Loki’s arms tighten around you. 

“You, my love. That you’ll always be happy and healthy and safe. Always you.”

Taglist: @babybatdani @cherryynoir @chiyongberry @simpingbutch @xxxqueenlaufeysonxxxxo @mogaruke @flthyhrts @swfpugh @mariexoxosblog @mischiefsemimanaged @0witchtrials0 @my-river-lilly @axhilles4time @tired-spider-siblings @teenykiddorosie-deactivated2022 @lokis-savior17​

[angelbaby-fics]

Strong

Summary: Your daddies comfort you before and after a big surgery.

Word Count: 860

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x Little!Reader (fem terms used)

A/N: This is a very special fic for @mariefischer!! I hope you have a quick & easy recovery & hopefully this can bring you a little bit of comfort 💕💕

“I know, peanut, I know. Just take deep breaths.” Bucky whispered into your hair while Steve held your arm in place. Getting the IV put in was one of the hardest parts for you. Your daddies used to try to distract you, joking and playing with your stuffies while the nurse tried to find just the right spot for the needle, but it hardly ever worked. Now their main way of keeping you calm during this time was just to comfort you and keep you feeling as safe as possible until the IV was safely inserted. You squirmed in the bed. 

“Don’t wanna do it… just wanna go home…” You whined, reaching out to Bucky’s metal arm as you knew it could withstand your frightened grip. The pinch in your hand let you know the IV was now in.

“What a brave little girl you two have!” The nurse said with a smile. You felt a rush of pride at their words but still refused to smile, too stubborn. “I’ll leave you three for a minute.”

You looked up at your dadas.

“They’re right, you know. You are brave, pumpkin.” Steve said before pressing a kiss to your temple. 

You weren’t allowed to wear your dog tags into surgery, so Steve and Bucky each wore their respective tags, promising to take care of them while you were in the operating room. Your favorite stuffy wore a matching gown to you and had its very own wristband, and you kept him snug and safe in the crook of your elbow. 

“You are, sweetpea, so brave and so strong.” Bucky said.

“As strong as you?” You asked both of them.

“Are you kidding?” Steve asked with a laugh. “You’re waaayy stronger than us! Why do you think there’s two of us and only one of you? We need two super soldiers just to keep up!” 

This made you laugh, momentarily forgetting your worry until the nurse returned.

“Alright, ready to go?”

You stared up at your daddies with pleading eyes, but you knew you couldn’t stall the inevitable. They each kissed your cheeks, repeating over and over how much they love you, how strong you were, and how they couldn’t wait to see you when you get out. 

When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was your chest. Everything felt weird, it was painful, tight, and itchy. Still affected by the meds you were on, you weren’t really aware of much besides the discomfort. You started to panic, your breathing strained by both the tightness in your chest and your confusion over where you were and what was happening. That is, until you felt a pair of strong hands on your cheeks.

“Hey baby… hey baby its okay, its okay. Daddy’s here.” “Daddy?” You whimpered.

“That's right, sweetie. I’m right here.” Steve brushed his thumb over your cheek as you slowly opened your eyes. The combination of the stress and the meds had you littler than you usually were. The words weren’t coming to you very easily. “Don’t like it!” You whined. 

“Oh baby I know. Shhh, you gotta breathe for me, okay?” Steve reassured you. “Can’t!” You cried out, your stress only frustrating you, making you stress even more in a quickly growing spiral.

“Yes you can baby, I know you can. Look, do it with daddy, alright?” He took deep breaths in and out, taking your hand in his as he encouraged you to do the same. 

Big breath in.

Hold it while daddy kisses your left cheek, your right cheek, your forehead, nose, and chin. 

Exhale.

Hold. 

Daddy kisses.

Repeat.

Your breathing finally starting to regulate, you looked blearily around the room, empty besides you and Steve.

“Mmm where's Baba?” You asked, groggily.

Before Steve could answer, Bucky came into the room, his arms piled high with bears, chocolates, flowers, and balloons. 

“Is that my sleeping beauty awake already?” He set the goodies on the table in your room before joining Steve at the side of your bed, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“You did such a good job, sweetheart. Daddy and I are so proud of you.” Bucky said. “Our strong little girl.”

“Still sleepy….” You half whined, half whispered. 

“Of course you are, baby, you did so much today.” Steve said, petting your hair. “Get some rest darling. We’ll be right here, always.” Bucky added. “And look what I got!” He reached into his pocket and pulled out your favorite paci. He took it over to the little sink and rinsed it off with warm water before popping it into your mouth.

“Sleep with daddies?” You asked, voice slightly muffled by the paci, but they knew what you meant.

“Oh, babydoll, I don’t think we’ll both fit in the bed. Tell you what, how about Stevie naps with you now, and the next time you get sleepy it’ll be my turn, okay?” “Yeah, okay.” You reached out your grabby hands to Steve as he maneuvered into the bed, wrapping you first in your blankie, then in his arms, the warmth pulling you into a safe and comfortable slumber as your breathing finally evened out.

Taglist: @stevebuckyplzfuckme @babybatdani @cherryynoir @chiyongberry @simpingbutch @xxxqueenlaufeysonxxxxo @mogaruke​ @leialittleone @stuckysgirl27 (idk why its not letting me tag u guys 😖)

[angelbaby-fics]

Hi angel!! I was wonderin if I could request somethin for Bucky? I love all of your fics so very much 🥰. Could you please write Bucky with a little who loves his long long hair? When I’m little I really like soft things and pretty things too and to me Bucky’s hair is both of those! I love Bucky in all of his forms but there’s a special place in my little heart for soft Bucky with long hair. That and I like the idea of him learning to love himself as he is through his baby. Sorry when I’m teetering between big and little space I get chatty lol. Love uuuuuu 💝

Hair Salon

Word Count: 1k

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky x Little!Reader

A/N: two in one day!!!! also i hope you guys don't mind i combined these 2 requests, i just had the idea & they both fit so well together!! enjoy 😄💕💕

It was almost like he was teasing you. Every time Bucky dropped his pen to run a hand through his hair ripped your focus away as you colored alongside him at his desk. The silky brown strands kept slipping out from behind his ear as he finished up some paperwork Stark had dropped off earlier. You’d been feeling quite little that day, so you opted to color next to him instead of in your own room or in front of the tv. Eventually Bucky caught you staring, your hand absentmindedly dragging your crayon across the paper in messy scribbles that were no longer contained within the lines. He laughed a bit at your distraction.

“What’s on your mind, bub?” He asked, turning his head towards you.

“I wanna play wif your hair.” You answered, your eyes staring wide at him like a little puppy dog.

Bucky glanced down at his papers, contemplating whether he’d gotten enough work done for the night before pushing his chair back from the table.

“Alright, baby. It’s your salon, you lead the way.” He said with a smile, motioning towards the door.

You jumped up from your seat and grabbed his outstretched hand, pulling him into the bathroom. You ran back out to your room to get your big bean bag and dragged it into the bathroom against the side of the tub, tugging Bucky down to sit in it. You gently guided his head back to rest over the side of the bathtub.

“Are you comfy like that, Baba?”

He was not. But he smiled and nodded anyway. You skipped around and turned on the faucet, waving your hand under the water until it was perfectly warm without being too hot, and brought the detachable faucet head over to Bucky’s waiting hair. He closed his eyes as the water flowed over his scalp, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding and relaxing his shoulders for the first time all day. You massaged his shampoo into his scalp and rinsed it, careful not to get water on Bucky’s shirt. Next, you lathered his hair with conditioner, leaving it in for a bit before rinsing that out as well. Finally, you turned the water off and grabbed a towel from the cabinet to wrap around Bucky’s head.

“That was so nice, thank you sweetiepie.” Bucky said with a tired voice, still relaxed from the wash.

“Now we get to style it!” You jumped up and down excitedly before running off to your room to get your hair supplies. Bucky followed soon after and took a seat at your vanity as you finished gathering all your supplies. Elastic hair ties, plastic barrettes, scrunchies, butterfly clips, and bows, a brush, a comb, and – well, you couldn’t find your pretend scissors, so you grabbed your craft scissors instead. You spread everything out across the table and got to work.

Bucky relaxed once again, closing his eyes and releasing a breath as you combed through his freshly cleaned hair. Once you got all the tangles out, you parted it down the middle and started making different sections for styling. You picked up the scissors and did a few practice snips near Bucky’s head, causing him to lurch forward.

“Woah now, babydoll, you’re not actually gonna cut my hair, are you?” He asked with a concerned laugh.

“Noooo, just pretend!” You reassured him, and got back to work.

You snipped around at the sections of his hair, making sure none of it was between the blades when you closed the scissors. You were so careful not to cut a single strand of your daddy’s perfect hair.

Until you weren’t.

A sparkly hair clip caught your eye. You thought of the ways you could incorporate it into your planned hairstyle. Bucky turned his head slightly. You closed the scissors. It was like slow motion as you watched the hair fall to the ground. You froze.

It felt like all the air had left your body. He’d already warned you not to cut his hair, but you did it anyway. Even if it was just an accident, you knew how upset you would feel if some of your hair had gotten cut, and Bucky already had a bad habit of being insecure about his appearance. You knew in your heart that he was the most beautiful daddy in the entire world, no matter what he looked like, but you weren’t sure if he’d be able to see that the way you could.

“Everything alright back there?” Bucky asked, noticing your pause in movement.

“Umm yes Baba, everythings good…” Your voice shook in response, not fooling Bucky for a second. He opened his eyes and craned his neck to look back at you, just as the tears started falling from your eyes. Bucky immediately looked concerned and stood up, moving away from the chair, rushing to crouch in front of you. “What’s wrong, baby, did you hurt yourself?”

You shook your head & sobbed. “It was an accident! I’m so sorry!!”

“What happened angel?” You motioned to the small pile of brown hair at your feet. Bucky sighed and wiped your tears away.

“Oh baby, it's okay. I’m not mad, honey.” He wrapped you up in his arms, but you still weren’t calmed down. “Your pretty hair is ruined!” You cried. “That’s okay, sweetie, it’ll grow back! And until then, you can practice some short hairstyles on me!”

The next day, Bucky went to the actual salon to get his hair cut evenly, so he wasn’t just walking around with a big patch missing. When he came home, he bent down and took off his hat so you could survey the professional hairdresser’s work.

“What do you think, doll?” Bucky asked. “Hmm… missing something.” You thought, and ran off to your room, returning a moment later. “GOT IT!!!”

You reached up to Bucky’s neck and gently pulled him down to your eye level so you could fix that sparkly clip perfectly into his freshly cut hair.

Taglist: @babybatdani @cherryynoir @chiyongberry @simpingbutch @xxxqueenlaufeysonxxxxo @mogaruke @flthyhrts @swfpugh @mariefischer @stuckysgirl27 @stevebuckyplzfuckme @leialittleone @midnight-dreams-23 @mischiefsemimanaged @0witchtrials0 @my-river-lilly @erynnnn @axhilles4time

[angelbaby-fics]

“Soooo Pretty”

Summary: You wake up before Steve and can’t help but admire him

Word count: 500

Pairing: Daddy!Steve x Little!Reader (gender neutral!)

A/N: so this was inspired by this gif & also the one at the end of the fic!! i just couldn’t stop staring at his eyelashes & his mouth i just wanna touch his face lol 💕💕 enjoy!! 

You didn’t usually wake before him; he liked to get up early, go for a run, and have breakfast ready by the time you left dreamland. But today you woke up and Steve was fast asleep. It was so early, the sun still hadn’t even made its first appearance by the time you opened your eyes. 

You tried to fall back asleep, you really did. You tried everything, shifting into every position you could, kicking off the covers, pulling them back up, switching out your stuffies and blankies, but it was no use. You were wide awake with nothing to do. And Steve stayed asleep through it all. You didn’t want to wake up your daddy yet but you were so. freaking. bored. You rolled over to face him, his large chest rising and falling as the breath passed through his parted lips. In this moment, before he was awake, before he could let himself stress over all the weight of the world, you were taken aback by his gentle beauty.

His dark blond hair, not yet styled for the day, fell softly around his face. When he exhaled, little strands waved in the breeze. His soft lips were barely touching. You wanted to reach out and run your fingers across them, so full and pink. He’d been letting his beard grow out a bit, so his kisses were scratchy, but his lips were always as soft as ever. You leaned over to press the lightest kiss to the mole on his cheek, making his eyes flutter slightly in his disturbed sleep. His soft eyelashes fanned out across his cheek and you couldn’t help it, you reached up to brush them with your fingers.

“Soooo pretty daddy… you’re so pretty…”

The soft breath of your whisper made Steve stir, he blinked for a moment before becoming aware of your finger near his eye.

“Hey sweetpea, wh-what are you doing?” He asked in a deep sleepy voice.

“Just lovin’ you.” You continued ghosting your hands over his face, tracing his features, the tip of his nose, the curve of his eyebrows. He scrunched up his face with a smile, tickling your fingers.

“Isn’t it a little early?”

“No way daddy. Love ya always!” You pressed a kiss to his fuzzy cheek. Steve turned to face you now, still half committed to sleeping just a little longer. He wrapped his strong arms around you, almost crushing you into his chest.

“Mmm… you really think I’m pretty, babydoll?”

“Yeah, daddy. I love your face so much I wanna eat it.” This made Steve laugh, fully bringing him out of slumber. He peered over to the clock on the bedside table, showing it was still a while before he usually got himself up. 

“Still too early to get up.” He thought aloud. Still in his embrace, you nuzzled your face into his chest, finally comfortable in Steve’s arms after your restless sleep. “I guess that means I get to stay here and cuddle my angel all morning!”

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[sleepybabyxo]

Bloody sheets

Fandom:Marvel

Character: Bucky barns

Word count: 1k

TW: mentions of bl**d, mentions of S/H, fluff, mentions of relapse, mentions of breakdowns and mental health. Mentions of knifes

Concept: you have been really struggling recently with your mental health, you have s/h before but since you met Bucky you have gotten a lot better. But last night you had a breakdown and relapsed. Bucky finds you the next morning I’m a bad way.

It was around 4:32 am and Bucky was sleeping. You didn’t want to wake him as he had been in meetings all day and had lots of work to do in the morning. You lay awake staring at the ceiling, your head spinning and your mind filled with endless thoughts and doubt. Doubt about your appearance, doubt about buckys love for you and doubt about every moment in your life. You felt so down and you thought you were getting better, you thought you were “fixed”. You crawled out of bed cautiously trying to avoid waking your daddy. Your walk downstairs and sit on the kitchen island. Gazing at the cutlery draw as your eyes focuses in and out causing your head to feel light. You stand up and grab a glass of water, hoping to distract your mind from the thought of a relapse. But it didn’t. Your head was still racing. You began to pace around the kitchen, counting the glossy black and white tiles as you moved. But still you couldn’t shift the thought of harming yourself. You began to cry, coving your mouth as you screamed into your hand. Tears streaming endless down your face.

You stumbled to the draw and grabbed a small knife. Bucky had added plastic covers over every knife to avoid little you accidentally cutting you finger. You pulled off the cover and placed it on the counter. You took a deep breath and put the knife to your leg. After a few seconds you where crying even harder, biting your lip to help with the burns and stings of the fresh cuts on your leg. You placed the knife in the sink, stumbles out of the kitchen and crawled up the stairs. You hadn’t yet looked at your leg and where unaware of the mess you had made. You turned on the bathroom light and gasped in shock as you looked down at your leg, covered in thin, straight lines gushing with blood. You panicked and grabbed the closes thing to you, it was one of Buckys shirts. You wrapped it around your leg and stumbled to the bed. You knew you need to clean it but at this moment in time all rationality was gone. You crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up groaning in pain, forgetting what had happened just a few hours before. Your light groans woke your daddy. He turned to face you and pulled you into him. Your injured leg rubbed along the bed, you let out a light scream. Buckys eyes shot open. “What is it princess?” “Are you okay”. You just looked away avoiding his eye contact, scared of his reaction to your newly injured leg. “Sweetheart talk to me what’s wrong?” He looked down a saw a blood stain on the bed. “Did you get your period love?, it’s okay daddy doesn’t mind let’s get the sheets changed and get you all clean.” You look at him sheepishly. “It’s not that daddy” his face drops knowing exactly what had happened. “Awh baby let daddy see. I’m not mad I just need to check it.” You roll over and let out a whine. Bucky let’s out a low gasp his mouth drops open. “Little one this isn’t good. It’s still bleeding and we really need to clean it” you begin to cry. “I’m sorry da-“ Bucky cuts you off “don’t apologise baby” he lift you into his arms and carries you to the bathroom and placed you in the tub.

“Let’s get you cleaned up” he grabs some supplies from the cabinet under the sink. “What made you feel like this baby?” You look away not knowing what to say. You don’t respond. “Awh kiddo it’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it.” “Now this is going to hurt a little.” He leans towards you and lifts the makeshift bandage. “Wow baby girl this is bad. It’s really really bad. We may have to take you to the emergency room.” “NOO” you shriek but it’s looking like you have no choice. Bucky removes the shirt from your leg and gently pats it with a wet face cloth, you mumble and groan at the cold water and the stinging of you leg. He wraps a clean bandage around it and grabs you some clean clothes. “Come on princess let’s get this looked at.” You start to cry. “Daddy it hurts, and I don’t wan you to be mad” “I’m not mad little one, I’m worried. I love you and I don’t want you to hurt yourself” “I know I’m sorry dada.” “It’s okay baby girl daddy’s not mad” he kisses you cheek and places you on the bed. “Let’s get you dressed” he gently puts on some clean underwear and a pair of sweatpants trying his best not to rub against you wounded leg. He then pulls one of his hoodies over you head. “Can I take my paci and stuffie with me daddy?” “Of course little one, do you want a snack too?” “Yes please daddy” you let out a little smile. “You want goldfish?” You nod. “use your words little one“ “yes please daddy” “good girl” he grabs your favourite stuffie, your paci and a snack pack of goldfish. And places you on his hip. “Let’s get you in the car darling” he straps you into your seat and kisses your head. “I love you princess” “I lub you too dada” he places the paci in your mouth, the stuffie in your arms and the cracker in you lap. And head off to the emergency room.

I’m going to make a part 2 to this, if you want the part 2. Let me know. ❤️

[sleepybabyxo]

Hospital gowns: bloody sheets pt 2

Fandom: Marvel

Character: Bucky barns

Word count: 1.4k

Tw: hospitals, mention of infection, blood and s/h. Mention of injection and needles. Fluff.

Concept: daddy Bucky takes you to the hospital to get you s/h looked at. It’s not good, it’s deep and painful. But your daddy is here for you no matter what and with him by your side you are stronger than ever.

You sit in the back of the car, paci between your lips and stuffie in your arms. Your daddy checking up on you every few minutes. “You doing okay little one?” “Stings” “I know princess, we are nearly there now, the doctors will make it’s all better” “S, scary” “your precious baby, it’s okay daddy is here”.

You pull up into the car park and Bucky unbuckles you seat belt and lifts you into his arms. You clutch your stuffie in your arms as you nuzzle you head into his neck. His scent was intoxicating, causing you to slip further into your little headspace. “Lub chu dada” “awhh, I love you to sweet pea”. As you get through the emergency room doors the lights burn your eyes. The loud beeps and general chatter of the busy emergency room. You whimper in fear as you arrive at the desk. “Why hello, how can I help?” “I hurted my leg” you mumble. “Awh, daddys clever girl” . “Okay let’s get you signed in and we will get someone to see you as soon as we can” “say thank you to the kind lady” “fank chu” you say shyly “you’re welcome Iittle one” she replies handing Bucky a form and a pen. “Let’s go sit down kiddo, can you walk little one?” “Mhm” he places you on the ground and you half-heartedly run towards the a big red cushioned seat. You scoot yourself on to the seat and stare lovingly at Bucky who is signing papers on the seat next to you.

You suddenly feel a sharpe pain, it starts to tingle and burn. You scream in pain. Your paci falls out of your mouth and on the floor. “Baby what is it?” “My leg is really hurting” you say between cries. Bucky slowly unwraps your bandage. Your leg is pulsing, each cut is raised, glowing red and oozing with green and yellow puss like blood. “Jesus doll, Doc we need help over here!!” The doctor runs over, “oh we need to get this sorted NOW.” The doctor grabs a wheelchair and Bucky places you lightly in it. You are in too much pain and panic to think about your dropped paci. And Bucky is too worried to notice. They rush you into a private room. The doctor call for a colleague. His colleague enters and stares at your leg in shock. “This need cleaning and she need a tetanus shot.” You hear the word shot and scream. “No No NO. Don’t like shot. Daddy make them stop. I wan go home!!” He grabs your hand. “Awh princess I know. But the doctors need to fix you up. It’s infected baby and if you don’t get a shot you could get really sick.” “Please dada don’t let them hurt me!” “It’s okay doll, it will only hurt for a second and it will help with the pain of your leg. Daddy is here and he will not leave your side” “wan paci” “where did you put it baby?” You start to panic. “I- l...” you burst into tears. “I lost it dada”. “It’s okay sweetie daddy will find it.” “Please don’t leave me” you cry harder. The doctors turns to Bucky, “it’s okay, I will get one of my nurses to look for it, where did she leave it.” “It must be in the waiting room” a few minutes later the nurse runs in with your paci, “did you clean it” the doctor asks her. “Yes doc” “thank chu pretty lady” “Awh you so sweet, your welcome love” your daddy hands it to you. “You’re a good girl”. “Okay we are going to give her a numbing shot so we can clean the area efficiently.” “Okay are you going to be a brave girl for the doctors?” “Mhm” you mumble. “Good girl, squeeze daddy’s hand”. You grab buckys hand and start to squeeze as the doctor give you the numbing shots. “All done” “see I knew you could be brave” you smile. “Now you will still feel this, but it won’t be as painful” he takes a wipe and cleans your leg, he can now see how deep the cuts are. And can see that a few will need gluing. The only thing stopping them from bleeding was the thick dried blood clotting the gash. “Sir can I speak to you outside?” “Is it okay if daddy talks to the nice doctor outside sweet pea?” “Okay dada” he kisses your forehead and boops your nose with his finger. You let out a little giggle. “Good girl”

“Sir some of those cuts are rather deep, do you mind telling me how this happened?”, “well y/n suffers with quite a few issue and self harm is something she has done for awhile now. She was getting better but last night she had an episode. She told me she was too scared to wake me.” “Okay we are going to have to glue some of the cuts together to stop the bleeding.” “Yeah she is not going to like that, it’s okay I will convince her. Could you give us a few minutes alone?” “Of course, can we give her the shot first?” “Of course doctor” the two men re-enter the room. “Hey princess, the doctor is going to give you the shot now. Can you be a brave girl?” “Yes daddy” he smiles at you. “Good girl” you blush and hide you face. “Okay you ready for the shot y/n?” “I guess so” you turn away and squeeze your daddy’s hand. “All done” “wow that was fast, thank you” “your welcome little miss. I will leave you to alone for a few minutes” “thanks doc” Bucky replies.

“I am so so proud of you baby. You are such a good girl when we are done here we can go to the store and you can get some new stuff. Would you like that doll?” “Yes please daddy!” You kiss his chin. He lets out a little chuckle. “Now I have some news baby.” You tilt you head. “the doctor is going to have to glue some of the cuts to stop the bleeding. I know it sounds scary but it’s going to be okay, because you a brave little girl.” Tears form in your eyes. “Okay daddy, me scared but daddy will protect me” “that’s right baby daddy is here”. The doctor re-enters. “You all ready?” “Mhm” you reply. “Good let’s get started” you close your eyes and place your head in buckys lap. He strokes your head and reassuring you. “Your doing amazing baby” “daddy is here”. A few minutes go by Bucky still stoking your head and reassuring you. “All done, you did really well there missy” “thank chu. Am I fixeded now?” “Yep your all good to go. We are going to give you some medicine to help with the infection and we just need to bandage you up” the doctor wraps a clean bandage around you leg. And the nurse arrives with some pills. “Here you go. I heard you did really well. Your a brave little girl.” “Yes she is. Now it’s time to get you a little reward, isn’t it princess.” “Mhm” you say hiding you face. “Come I then kiddo. Make sure you thank the doctor and the kind nurse lady.” “Thank you for fixing me. And thank you for finding my paci!” “Awh your very welcome. If you have any issues just come back and see us” “okay thank you doctor” Bucky picks you up and placed you on his hip. “You got everything princess” “yep paci and stuffie” “good girl” he carries you out to the car and straps you in your seat.

“I am so so proud of you sweetie. You were so brave. You got THREE shots!! Like a big girl” you giggle. “Now reward time” you giggle again. “Yes baby girl” Bucky chuckle.

I just want to say thank you for the feedback on the first part. I’m am glad that people enjoy it. And I want to say I am so so proud of everyone little, middle, caregiver and anyone else who stumbles along this page who is struggling or has struggled with S/H it will get better and don’t let relapses disheartened you. I am proud no matter what. If you 1 day clean or 5 years clean. You are so brave. My message are always open if anyone needs to chat :)

[sleepybabyxo]

if anyone has any marvel fanfic requests let me know. I would rather keep it relatively SFW, but if you have a request for a NSFW concept I can send it to you separately, as I know that minors follow my page :)

[mischiefsemimanaged]

I want them! Especially as it’s looking like I’m going to need to have another :(

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Summary: Your daddies comfort you before and after a big surgery.

Word Count: 860

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x Little!Reader (fem terms used)

A/N: This is a very special fic for @mariefischer!! I hope you have a quick & easy recovery & hopefully this can bring you a little bit of comfort 💕💕

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