#I'm thinking a cute stuffy to cuddle would help him a good bit

[giftboxxworld]

Ok guys

I really love the headcannon that Peppino likes to hug something soft while he sleeps, it's the cutest freakin thing EVER

Which made me think, would Peppino have like a secret stuffed animal that he sleeps with every night but doesn't tell anyone out of embarrassment?? I'm pondering what kind of plushie it would be and what animal it would be too.

If you peeps have any spare ideas send em over and I may just draw Peppino hugging said plushies because I want to and it makes me happi <33

[demonpiratehuntress]

Hi !!! Just found your blog recently- absolutely love how you write the comfort pirates :< !!🫶 if you’re open to requests (if not, pls ignore!! It’s not a need ^_^) would it be okay for strawhat and/or heart pirates (you chose which characters! Doesn’t have to be all) headcannons with a reader who losses their emotional support stuffie?

It’s not a big plush, a small one that could fit in your pocket- something simple and easy to hold or squeeze, but when they lose it they get kinda anxious :( they try to hide it from the crew tho, it’s pretty childish heh.. (and if it is, again no need to write agshdjfk)

Thank you!! Keep up the great work, and take care of yourself! Have a great night/day <3

thank you! you're so sweet <3 this idea sounds SO cute, i was definitely excited to write this one! I'm so sorry for the long wait, my laptop crashed and needs to be repaired so I'm doing all my requests on my phone which takes so much longer :(

taglist - @kabloswrld

plushie (Straw Hats + Law)

featuring - Zoro x F!Reader, Law x F!Reader, Usopp x F!Reader, Luffy x F!Reader, Sanji x F!Reader

summary - the ask above

warnings - none

ZORO

You panic, the anxiety of losing your comfort plushie too much for you to handle.

But you won't go to Zoro or anyone else for help, thinking that they'll just make fun of you.

Especially Zoro, he can be quite mean even unintentionally.

So you search all over the ship yourself, worry and fear steadily increasing.

You hoped and prayed no one else found it before you, because surely they would laugh at you and tease you to no end.

"Babe what are you looking for?" Zoro grumbles after a few hours of you refusing to cuddle him in favour of searching for your plushie. "And why is it so important?"

It helped you cope. With stress, with anxiety, with any problem you faced. It was comforting, and it relaxed you. Keeping it close made you feel secure, safe and sound. But you didn't tell him that.

You tried not to look too desperate, or else the others might ask you as well.

"This what you looking for?"

You almost died on the spot when you turned around to see your boyfriend holding your plushie up, a huge grin on his face.

"Zoro-"

"It's kind of cute, actually," he studied it. "But you have me, you know that right?"

You sighed and explained that this plushie was for when he was training, and you tried to get him to swear not to tell anyone but...

Zoro is a menace so he tells everyone.

SANJI

You know Sanji would not make fun of you for it, in fact he would probably think it's cute and compliment you and the plushie non-stop, but you still didn't tell him.

His compliments, although good-natured, would make you feel like a child, and you didn't want that embarrassment.

But searching for your plushie isn't easy, because the Sunny is huge.

So staying inconspicuous while looking for your comfort source is quite difficult, and there are moments when Sanji does suspect you're acting weirdly but you try to avoid him when he starts staring.

"Are you okay, my love?" He asks you every fifteen minutes, his concern growing by the second.

You laugh it off nervously, "Yes, love! Just making sure everything is clean."

At that point everyone knows something is off because who other than Franky and Usopp worries about the Sunny THAT much?

Eventually Sanji finds the plushie, but he's a bit confused. Is this what you're looking for?

To save you what he assumes would be embarrassment, since you haven't shown it to him before, he keeps it in your shared room and plans to ask you about it later.

When you don't find it by the end of the day, you feel like you want to cry. Your emotional support...gone. Just like that.

You don't expect to walk into your room and find Sanji sitting on your shared bed studying it curiously.

"Sanji," your eyes go wide, "Where did you find that?"

He looked up at you and smiled, "Under the bed! Is this what you've been looking for, my love? It's as cute as you are!"

You blush MADLY, walking over tentatively, "Please don't tell the others. They'll only laugh."

"I promise it's our secret," he grinned, then gave it back to you. "But love, you know you can come to me for anything, right?"

You smiled and nodded, kissing his cheek, relieved to have your plushie back with only one crewmember in the know.

LUFFY

You don't tell Luffy about your plushie because you're afraid he might steal it.

He's just childish in general, so you only worried about the others finding out.

When you lose it, you panic immediately thinking Luffy found it and took it.

Your anxiety worsened when you realised he might show it to the crew, because he hides absolutely nothing from everyone.

You can't ask him though...in fear of him not actually having it and then finding out.

Luffy doesn't notice your frantic searching, because of course he's too oblivious to.

You search every nook and cranny of the Sunny, dejection settling in when you still couldn't find it.

That is, until you walked in on Luffy holding it up while in the kitchen, and you thanked God that no one was around.

"Luffy!" You quickly grab it from him and cradle it against your chest protectively, glaring at him instinctively.

He pouted, "But it's cute! Tell me what it is, (Name), because it's almost as cute as you!"

You blushed, but told him anyway, "It's my emotional support plushie. But you can't tell anyone, Luffy!"

"But why do you need it? You have me!" He cheefully stated, theb frowned, "Why can't I tell anybody?"

"Because they will all laugh!"

He pouted more and agreed to not tell anyone.

You should have known better. He told everyone.

"LUFFY!"

LAW

Law already knows, sorry.

There is literally nothing you can keep hidden from this man.

But he pretends not to know, because he doesn't want to intrude on your privacy and he knows that if you wanted to tell him then you would have.

He also notices when you lose it and start searching the submarine whenever you could without arousing suspicion.

Bepo, Shachi and Penguin were nice but you knew the latter two would make fun of you.

"Are you okay, (Name)-ya?" Law's concerned voice startles you in the middle of turning your shared room upside-down in your desperate search.

You freeze, your eyes going wide, "Law-"

"You can tell me what you're looking for," he encouraged, "You can tell me anything, you know that."

You sighed and bit your lip, "Okay, it's this small, palm-sized plushie I use for comfort...I know it's childish-"

Law stopped you by holding something up - the plushie in question.

Your eyes widened, "Where did you- how- Thanks babe!" You smiled wide and reached for it, taking it gratefully and squeezing it to calm your nerves. "But can you please-"

"I won't say a word to anyone," he promised, sighing as he brought you close and wrapped his arms around you. "I know I'm not around as often as you'd like, but you still have me. You can still come to me. Okay?"

You smiled and nodded, "Okay."

"Good," he smiled and kissed the top of your head. "You're cute you know that? Cuter than that stuffed animal."

USOPP

Usopp, bless him, is the one who found your plushie before anyone else did.

But, curse him, he decided to withhold it until you asked for help finding it, because he sees how distraught you are and doesn't like it.

And he's sad that you don't trust him enough to tell him about it and that you don't trust him to have a mature reaction.

You look all over the Sunny, trying to be discreet so that no one asked you about what you were looking for.

And then you noticed the weird, hurt looks that your boyfriend was giving you, which made you frown.

Were you neglecting him in your search- no time for that, you had to find your plushie before someone else on the crew did, an outcome you dreaded most.

A few hours later, you were on the cusp of just giving up and sobbing, until Usopp walked up to you and handed your plushie to you.

"Usopp-"

"You could have told me," he frowned, "I would never make fun of you."

He started to walk away, but you stopped him.

"I know, I'm sorry," you sighed. "I just thought that it's so childish, I was too embarrassed to say anything."

"Well you shouldn't have been embarrassed cause it's not childish," he grinned, "It's actually cute and...oddly comforting."

"Right!" You smiled. "So you won't tell anyone?"

"Of course not! What do you take me for? I'm not Luffy!"

"Thanks babe."

[starsurface]

Hai! Hcs for MK1 Baraka with baby regressor? :3 TY!-✨

Hi!! Of course!! There's a lot of things in my other CG Baraka post that are related to babyspace regressor, but these ones are more focused on those. :D

WARNING: Assusion to lost of family, and effects of Tarkat

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Baraka w/ Babyspace Regressor Hcs

🦴 Oh my goodness baby regressors would have such a soft spot for his heart!!! 🥺

🦴 If we ignore canon again, he’s much more of a cuddle bug with a baby regressor than with bigger regressors

🦴 Not that he isn’t affectionate with bigger regressors!! He’s very . . . VERY cuddly with all regressors

🦴 But baby regressors are usually somewhat dependent, and clingy, so why not give them as much attention as they want?

🦴 (^ Again, he’ll do this with ALL regressors!!!)

🦴 But his affection is still limited, even if we ignore that Tarkat is spread by being around it

🦴 He doesn’t have lips, so unfortunally he can’t kiss your forehead :(

🦴 But he can nuzzle your cheek! Or do forehead touches!! :D

🦴 And his arms, and body, are really spikey, so he has to be careful hugging/cuddling you

🦴 But he can wrap you in a soft blankie so he can coddle you!!

🦴 He’s very good wth nonverbal babies!! It takes some time, but he’s getting it down well

🦴 Ugh, babbles :(

🦴 Seriously, he loves babbles, they’re so cute!! And make him very happy that your comfy enough with him to do so

🦴 It’s been a long, long time since he was a Father, so if you need padding, he knows some tricks, but finds it a bit difficult

🦴 But he also knows that his arms are spiky, and he’s terrified about hurting you

🦴 Takardans aren’t in the living scenario, so regressing at your place might be the best scenario

🦴 ^ But his personal hut isn’t the worst either!! And he’ll dedicate an entire area for your regression!!

🦴 Takart is still getting accepted, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try to get you stuff!! Like new bottles, or blankies, or stuffies!! Whatever he can get his hands on!

🦴 I think he’d know how to sew, having to help fix others clothes and such, and would make you a stuffie :3

🦴 He’s very gentle if you regress at camp, as are the other Takartans

🦴 You do stay right next to Papa though, no leaving his side, he’ll just give you a piggy back ride for the entire day if you’d like

🦴 If your a naughty baby, he really doesn’t like punishing you

🦴 If it’s an accident, he’ll redirect you

🦴 But if it’s on purpose, his (accidental) scary voice will put you in place, but he also thinks your too small to be put into a full timeout

🦴 You know what the best soft food to give baby regressors?

🦴 Cake 🎂 (seriously CGs, y’all should give it to them, it’ll make all problems disappear 👀)

🦴 (^ A hint to his MK11 Friendship) but also cake isn’t something often around the Takartan camp, so being able to give it to his baby makes him really happy because he’s giving you a very nice treat <3

🦴 Back onto his voice for a second, it might be a little scary at times, but he’ll try his hardest to soften it, especially if your a more senstive regressor

🦴 But if your a regressor that likes scary things, he’ll try to be more normal, but he’s still cacious of scaring you

🦴 Very protective of you, especially as a baby regressor

🦴 He can’t have you hurt, not at all, he won’t be able to forgive himself if you got hurt

🦴 I think he’d really enjoy rattles

🦴 Whether he rattles it above you, or you rattle it in his face, or just playing with it, he really adores it

🦴 It’s so cute! And your so cute with it!! <3

🦴 Also there’s so many to choose from! :O

🦴 He might not be able to get you a custom paci, but a fun little activity would be getting some small gems or such and decorating it together!!

🦴 You on Papa’s lap, picking out what to put where, him glueing it on 🥺

🦴 He adores his baby, and he’s very happy to be your CG <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Baraka seems really cool, I'm glad he got turned into a good person. I never liked the whole way Takartans were treated in Mortal Kombat :\

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Cold feet

@tremendousmasculinity here is the ficlet for the prompt you suggested! It was so fun to write <3

I hope you can forgive my angsty fic transgressions now.

Prompt: wangxian in a band (with wen ning) and being nervous before a peformance, maybe? because i can see lwj being nervous but not showing it (of course) and wwx being the only one who notices and cuteness?

It's the band's first real concert - real as in, huge venue, thousands of attendees, sold out tickets, screaming fans, security and fancy backstage rooms - and Lan Wangji feels like the sky is just about to crash into him. Any moment now.

He has never sympathized with Wen Ning more than right now. He gets the man's anxiety on a very personal level at the moment and wants to apologize for the way he used to think him a bit of a coward.

Wen Ning is incredibly valid in his anxiety actually and Lan Wangji is going to have a huge basket of snacks and alcohol sent to him - because he gets it now. There is, in fact, a lot to be nervous about, there is a lot that could go wrong - and there are way too many people outside.

Wei Ying's just come back from having his hair and makeup done, and Lan Zhan would admire him more if he wasn't so busy trying to think himself out of a panic attack. There are thousands of people out there waiting to see them perform, if they mess up the tabloids are going to tear them to shreds, the band has only just debuted and if they flop then it's going to be near impossible to recover. What if something goes wrong with the sound or lighting or the special effects? What if he forgets the songs or his guitar breaks or something happens to Wei Ying or Wen Ning faints and-

He feels a gentle hand come to cup his right cheek, and Lan Wangji barely finds it in himself to look up towards the person it belongs to.

"Wei Ying..."

"Lan Zhan, you look... really scared right now."

"I am." he admits, and hates it, but if there's anyone he trusts, it's Wei Ying. Wei Ying loves him and understands him, and all Lan Zhan wants to do is hide away in his arms for the rest of forever.

Wei Ying tugs him down on the floor and Lan Zhan decides he is going to cuddle into Wei Ying's chest and pretend like the rest of the world doesn't exist. He closes his eyes too, and stays there, now hyper-aware of his rapid heartbeat and the fact that there doesn't seem to be enough air in the world to fill in his lungs.

"Let's breathe together for a moment, yeah?"

"Mn..."

Wei Ying takes in a deep breath, his chest expanding with it, and Lan Zhan feels compelled to do the same, following the slow inhale and exhale until it's all he can focus on. He has to time himself to synchronize with Wei Ying and so his fears take second stage - and the world doesn't feel stuffy and ready to fall on his head anymore.

Wei Ying hands him a glass of water from a nearby table, and begins humming their song lowly, gently petting at his hair so as not to mess up the hairstylist's work.

"Better now?"

Lan Zhan nods, and sits up enough for Wei Ying to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "Okay, now, tell me what's wrong?"

"Everything is so... real. Overwhelming. There is a lot of pressure."

Wei Ying smiles, sympathetic. "I know. I'm nervous too, I was so jittery Wen Qing threatened to strap me to the makeup chair."

Lan Zhan tries imagining the scene but his mind doesn't provide something upsetting. Not at all, quite the opposite, in fact.

"Lan Zhan, focus. No horny thoughts before the show, we'll never make it out there if you let the horny thoughts win. We'll have to send Wen Ning in all by himself."

"He will handle, he is a good drummer. People like him."

Wei Ying laughs. "A little too much if you ask me." He helps Lan Zhan stand up and fixes his outfit. "But we're all in this together, we've all worked hard on this, it's not fair for only one person to go out there."

"Where is he anyway?" Lan Zhan asks. "Is he alright?"

"Yeah, Wen Qing gave him something and he's basically spiritually ascended."

"Something?"

"I don't know, she wouldn't tell me what."

Lan Zhan decides he doesn't actually want to know - and, in fact, he realizes he feels a lot lighter than before. His worries are a lot easier to bear when he shares them with someone else, with that certain someone else that has him feel like the world has meaning.

And perhaps he should let Wei Ying know.

He reaches into one of his pockets and finds the little velvet box he's been carrying around for the past week.

(The tabloids wax poetic about the romantic proposal between the guitarist and the lead singer of the up and coming band from the Yiling region for weeks.

Take that for a successful debut.)

[littlebunthings]

30 days of little space (© softlittlebun)

I don't wanna do 30 days, I'll do them all now

1. Favorite Disney movie/s? Ratatouille, Moana, Tangled, Lilo & Stitch, Cinderella (L.A), Maleficent

2. Talk about your stuffies! I don't have many no, but I had tons of them before I moved, now I only have my most favorite ones with me. I want more care bear ones, I miss my porcelain doll, I love those so much

3. Favorite Little snack? Apple sauce squeeze pouches (blended fruits), raspberries, grapes and cheese

4. Do you have a carer? I think my partner would count, I'll talk to him about it more. I think he'll be very open about it (⁠◠⁠‿◠)⁠—⁠☆

5. Perfect Little day? Coloring, watching cartoons, cuddling, reading, and playing board games

6. Do you use a binkie? No, but there so pretty (^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

7. Do you use diapers? No

8. Favorite Little activity? Coloring

9. Are you a carer or sib too? My partner isn't a little but he acts like me (when I'm little) in different circumstances, so I guess you could say I am

10. Favorite TVshow/s? Santiago of the Seas, Sofia the first, Bluey, The big Comfy Couch, Strawberry Shortcake, Care Bears, My little Pony

11. Do you have hobbies? I do. I love to bake, cook, play video games, write, read, take photos, organize things, do Pilates, and yoga

12. Do you pet regress? I don't think so(?), I like pet names though (Little bug, Little Duck, etc.)

13. Describe your dream room! Lots as LOTS of colors, I want toys and stuffies and a cute yellow game set up

14. Favorite Little drink? Hmm, water, waters good, but I like mango Goya juice

15. What's your age(range)? I'm not too sure, somewhere between 6 and 12

16. Do you have a special blankie? I do! It's blue :)) I sleep with it every night

17. Describe your dream onesie! The Grinch hehe, bit also just anything soft with a hood

18. Favorite season & why!? Autumn, because Halloween. Plus it's not too hot, not too cold, all warm foods and all cold foods are good

19. Favorite Disney character? Rapunzel and Lilo (Lilo & Stitch)

20. What are your fears? Mmm...scare of the dark > < (and... La llorona)

21. How often do you regress? Hmm, maybe once a week? Recently 3 times in a week

22. Any comfort characters? Lilo (Lilo and stitch)

23. What puts you in Littlespace? Coloring, but mostly my partner, I feel safe with him

24. What's your bedtime routine? ... I should get one- I'll ask my partner to help me make one

25. What's your morning routine? Again, I'll ask my partner to help me make one

26. Favorite Little thing you own! RAINBOW BING BONG

27. Do you prefer sweet or savory? Savory

28. Do you use sippies or bottles? Neither, bit I want a sippie (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

29. Favorite animal/s? Um.. All of dem(?), but I love elephants, cats, frogs, and sea turtles the mostest

30. Favorite Little dessert? Ice cream for sure, or moon pies, OH AND RASPBERRY THUMBPRINT COOKIES AND RASPBERRY CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM

[tired-biscuit]

Hiii... Can you do fluff yamato??

hi, sure. :) this is short, cos i'm very tired, but i tried to make it extra cute as an apology!!

YAMATO'S face twisted with profound concern.

Heat still searing his broad palm, the worried male gently traced three finger pads across his girlfriend's burning forehead as she groaned and whined in protest at even the merest touch. Covered right up to the chin in fuzzy blankets and an especially hefty duvet, y/n laid in bed feeling like her very head had been set ablaze and pushed into the deepest pits of Hell.

Perhaps even Hell had been an understatement.

She was burning up from the neck up, after all; and not in a good way. No, instead of blushing at the sight of her long-time partner's caring eyes of richest ebony, this time the red blush on the poor woman's cheeks was present because of a bothersome thing such as illness.

She had caught a cold. And a very pesky one, indeed. Just her luck!

"Oh, man... You've got yourself a fever, darling." Her boyfriend's claim reached her from somewhere far away, now, "A pretty bad one, too."

The entire world seem to spin when she tried looking up at him.

"Help me," y/n croaked out, each blink of her heavy eyelids sending flashes of pain right through the entirety of her skull, "End my suffering, Yami."

He chuckled at her silly choice of a nickname and delirious request, "Don't be dramatic now, y/n."

y/n sighed. Pouted, too. She could still make out the obvious solicitude to lace his voice, despite the quiet snicker as his fingers ran through her damp, sweat-soaked hair. Over and over again; his rough fingertips massaged her scalp with precise caution and eased the torturous pounding she felt inside her head. 

Yamato's touches had always been rather feather-like, no matter that he was a man of potent build and utmost strength. Never being a brute when it came to using his hands, she had fallen in love with him right after she had first laid eyes on him in their freshman year of high school.

He had been one terribly awkward kid all those years ago. Always got jumpy and visibly nervous whenever she approached his desk to ask if he had a spare pencil she could borrow and turned tongue-tied whenever she offered him a smile in thanks when he finally did manage finding the darn thing. But not after rummaging for it through his backpack for aeons with the clumsiest hands she had ever encountered, of course!

Still, despite the initial awkwardness; Yamato had been sweet, and genuine, and just plain kind. A pure, good soul that was stuck amongst many who weren't. And he kept being good - even after nearly a passing decade since their freshman year. Even after five years into their blossoming, comfortable relationship.

Though, in that exact moment; Yamato had been even better than good. Yes, the gentle male was absolutely benevolent when it came to taking care of his sweet, precious girlfriend whilst she was sick from the atrocious cold, and bedridden because of said illness.

During the torturous days she had spent succumbing to the irksome sickness, Yamato brought y/n cup after cup of the most expensive tea he could find at the nearby store. Allowed her to pick the cringiest of movies he absolutely hated to watch, but still endured because she liked them. Cuddled her until she passed out in his gentle embrace, and woke up still trapped right within it.

He gave her all the forehead kisses she desired, and then some more. Made her feel busy, so she didn't think of herself as completely useless. Did everything she asked, because it wasn't a bother.

Yamato loved her with every single bit of his very being - healthy or not.

And then three days later, he woke up with a stuffy nose, aching lungs, and a head that would just not stop blazing with profound heat. Exactly like she had.

"It seems you've got yourself a fever, darling."

"Oh, shut it, y/n..."

And so, y/n took care of him. Exactly like he had.

[hnderyx]

hello! even tho i'm 19 yo i still sleep with stuffed animals because i feel kinda safe while hugging them (does this makes any sense lol) so can i request wayv reaction to their s/o sleeping with a plushie? 🥺

WayV's Reaction to Finding Out Their S/O Sleeps With a Stuffie

Haha, low-key I still sleep with a stuffie. I think it's pretty normal that some people have security objects/items that comfort them.

Thank you for your request ❤️

Kun:

I'm sure that Kun wouldn't really think much about you sleeping with stuffed animals

Probably assumes it's a safety item for you

So when you invite him over for the first time and he spots your little stuffed bear tucked amongst your pillows

He thinks it's super cute that you sleep with it

"You sleep with it at night? That's so cute, y/n. "

You tell him that you thought he'd find it a bit immature that you sleep with your teddy bear

"y/n, it's your security thing. It's not something to be ashamed of... Especially to me."

From then on, he always checks if you have it before going on any overnight trips

"Do you have Mr. Claws? Yes? Good."

Ten:

When he saw your stuffed animals decorating your bed for the first time

He thought it was absolutely precious

His heart nearly exploded out of his chest

"Sorry, Ten... This is a bit embarrassing."

"y/n, do you sleep with them at night?"

"Yes..."

He may get excited about being able to sleep with the stuffies, himself

But he won't show it at all

Asks you about each of them and why they're important to you

Is just genuinely interested in them

When you two move in together, he allocates a space for the zoo of stuffies

Winwin:

This was the first time that you and Sicheng had slept together

You thought you'd be fine for ONE night without Mr. Snuggles

But, no

Here you are laying next to your snoozing boyfriend, separation anxiety from not having your trusty platypus plushie burning in your chest

You roll over and gently nudge Sicheng awake

"Are you alright, y/n?"

"No... I miss Mr. Snuggles. I was too embarrassed to tell you that I can't sleep without him"

"That platypus on your bed?"

"Yeah..."

His heart suddenly gets warm as hell

He pulls you into a cuddle

"We mustn't forget him next time, then. I know I may not be as helpful as Mr. Snuggles, but I'll take his place for now- I'll be your security boyfriend. By the way, I wouldn't judge you because you have an attachment to something that makes you feel safe or helps you fall asleep."

After you start bringing Mr. Snuggles for visits, he may low-key grow some type of love towards the stuffie

Lucas:

I'm 98% sure Lucas has some type of security object or behavior

Like rubbing a specific corner of his pillow, or even have a pillow he can only sleep with

So when he finds out you sleep with a stuffed animal

He might tease you a little bit

But he understands your need for it

He would ask about your stuffies

Why you're attached to them, what their names are, what they are, etc.

He'd also open up about his behaviours, as well. He hopes that that'll relieve any embarrassment you're feeling.

"y/n, hey... It's not something to be embarrassed about- I can only sleep with a specific pillow"

Thinks it's super cute that you sleep with a stuffie and he loves to see you clutch it tight as you sleep

Xiaojun:

Hendery:

I think Xiaojun is a very understanding person

Very caring, too

When you show up at his place with your stuffed purple fox, he doesn't really question it

I mean, he most likely had a stuffie when he was younger so he knows exactly why you've brought it along

"Aww, that's a really cute fox, y/n. Is he going to be sleeping with us as well?"

"Mhm, I can't really sleep without him"

"Ah, then I'll welcome him with open arms... Hopefully I don't become his favourite, though"

Low-key buys you a bunch of stuffies to remind you of him when he's not around

Yangyang:

I'm so fucking whipped for this dude I swear to God

He practically UwUs over your stuffie.

He insists that you shouldn't be worried about others finding it 'childish' or 'immature', because you're the one that benefits from it

Proposes the idea that he should get a stuffie as well so yours doesn't feel lonely throughout the day

So he buys himself a stuffed dragon

Low-key hopes that while you two are at work, they run around and play like in Toy Story (but he knows that isn't really possible)

Kind of grows a habit of cuddling you and his dragon at night

He thinks if he doesn't cuddle the toy, it'll get lonely from seeing him cuddle you and your stuffed animal

You better give the dragon some love, y/n

Yangyang probably laughs at you for a bit when you mention you still sleep with a stuffed toy

Until he realizes you're being legit

He apologises profusely

He's a bit curious as to why you have such an attachment to the toy

Unfortunately, you sit there and answer all of Yang²'s questions

He eventually understands, though he probably still finds it a bit odd... But hey, who is he to judge? Guy still sings songs that are meant for kindergarten

Mr. Shopaholic starts to purchase more stuffies for you to sleep with

He finds it cute to see you excited over them

He may go a bit extra

Probably buys you one like the giant panda he sits in his computer chair

Though he gets salty when you start to snuggle the giant whatever instead of him

[snowstark]

Everyone Needs a (Baby) Day Off

Peter goes into little space for the first time since he and Bucky talked about it, and Bucky takes extra good care of him.

a little!peter x daddy!bucky story by @buckettbarnes and @snowstark

you can also read it here on ao3

Peter has been feeling a little out of character all day, like he needed to let himself relax in his headspace for some time. He hasn’t for a while, so he figures it’s a good idea to make himself comfortable and feel physically small at the same time—by wearing his boyfriend’s much bigger clothes. He wiggles himself into Bucky’s favourite hoodie, then sits down on the bed for a while as he starts to relax; feeling much better with nothing to do and the scent of Bucky’s favourite hoodie surrounding him.

Bucky is surprised to find the house extra quiet when he came home. Usually, Peter has the TV switched on and it would be playing an animal documentary—Peter loves those. But the television isn’t on and Peter isn’t sitting at his usual spot on the couch.

So, Bucky makes his way upstairs. He checks his room and smiles when he sees Peter sitting on his bed, drowning in one of his hoodies. Bucky's clothes are too big for Peter, but that never stops him. "Baby, I'm home!" he says brightly, entering the room. "I was wondering if you want to get takeout for dinner tonight?" He pauses when Peter stares wide-eyed at him. "Doll, what's wrong?"

Peter doesn’t realise how long he’s been laying there until the bedroom door opens; he could only stare at the other man, a little nervous to admit what’s going on in his head. “Hi... Hiya.” The smaller boy says after a moment, rubbing his rosy cheeks with the sleeves of his hoodie. “Bucky’s home!” Peter squeaks out, unable to stop himself from smiling.

Bucky smiles at that. Peter is so darn cute. "Yeah, I'm home, honeybun." He approaches and sits down next to Peter. Giving him a kiss on the cheek, he asks, "So, about that takeout... are you up for it?" He waggles his eyebrows teasingly. "I know you couldn't stop talking about how good that pizza place was last time." He stares quizzically at Peter. "Are you okay, baby?"

Peter moves aside for Bucky to sit with him, leaning into the kiss and reaching out to take his hand with both of his own. “Um... Yep! Pizza.” He nods and then looks at Bucky again, meeting his eyes. “I’m good, da— Bucky.” He goes pink again and tries to hide his cheeks with the hood of the sweater. “Can we get juice, p’ease? Apple?”

Peter is feeling shy, especially for his first time being in littlespace around Bucky. He doesn’t want to just come out and say it, of course, but he doesn’t feel like acting big to hide it. Not feeling rational, he decides the best way is to keep quiet; hoping Bucky will pick up on it by himself.

Bucky narrows his eyes; he hasn’t missed the way Peter is stumbling over his words, or the way his cheeks are going red. But he doesn’t want to push Peter; he knows that he’ll tell him if he wants to. "Yeah, honey, we can get juice. Let me order now." He pulls out his phone, relieved that mobile orders were a thing, while keeping an eye on Peter at the same time. He’s acting odd, all shy and squeaky, and Bucky is going to get to the bottom of it. Offering his hand, he says, "Wanna go downstairs and start getting ready for dinner? It'll take about fifteen minutes. We could wash our hands and stuff before it arrives."

While Bucky is ordering, Peter stares over his boyfriend's shoulder, poking at his phone to add dessert to their dinner for tonight. Once they’re done he stands up and nods. “Mhm! Wash hands, gotta clean.” He takes Bucky’s hand and practically drags him out of the room. “Oh! Gimme a second, gotta—” He stops speaking entirely in favour of padding into his own room.

Peter returns less than a minute later; holding a stuffed bear Bucky once won him on a date. “All done, wash hands.” He repeats, heading for the stairs.

Bucky grins when he sees the stuffed animal in Peter’s hands. Then, he falters a bit when he sees how small Peter was looking. Could this be...? Bucky shakes his head. Peter will tell him if he wants to, he reminds himself once again. For now, he would just keep going with the flow.

Peter is staring down the stairs.

“Wanna hold my hand?” Bucky offers cautiously.

The little watches the stairs for a moment, psyching himself up to go down them— usually he’d slide down on his butt to avoid falling. He looks at Bucky and nods, relieved that he offered. “Yes please, don’t wanna fall.” He reaches out and grabs the older man's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Let’s go!” He giggles and begins to walk down, taking it one step at a time just in case he slips. If Bucky wasn’t around he totally would’ve done it sitting; it’s way more fun that way.

Bucky overlooks Peter’s actions with amusement, keeping a close eye on him in case he accidentally fell. He couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief when they reached the bottom of the stairs. “Go wash your hands, baby,” he says, ushering Peter to the washroom. “Make sure your stuffie doesn’t get wet. Da— I’ll join you in a moment.” He hopes Peter hadn’t caught his near slip-up; he isn’t sure how he’d react. Peter seems very shy at the moment. Suddenly, he wonders if Peter would ask for help in washing his hands too— that would definitely be an indicator as to how he is feeling.

Once they reach the bottom Peter is happy to let go of Bucky's hand, running towards the washroom. He sets the stuffie down on the closed toilet and then glances back at Bucky, expecting him to come inside too. “Um...” He bites his lip briefly. “Bucky? Wanna do— wash together, please?” The boy questions. At least that way he can copy the other man's actions.

Bucky smiles. “Yeah, honey, we can do it together,” he agrees. Peter looks very timid, standing there with the most adorable puppy eyes. There’s no way Bucky can say no to that. So they wash their hands together, Bucky gently guiding Peter’s hands to the soap bottle. “Gotta make sure we’re squeaky clean before we eat,” he tells him, even going as far as to gently tickle his hands with his own.

Peter's smile brightens and he begins to wash his hands with Bucky's help, giving a soft giggle at the tickling. “You’re so silly!” he exclaims; making sure his hands really are clean before they leave the bathroom.

When they’re finished, the smaller boy picks his stuffie back up and Bucky leads him to the dining table, where Peter sits. “You don’t wanna watch some TV until the food gets here?” Bucky asks, though he notices how content Peter looks.

“Um... No thank you,” Peter says, swinging his legs under the table as he places his bear in his lap. It would be a total giveaway if Peter asked him to put cartoons on, anyway. He loves to watch Winnie the Pooh.

Bucky shrugs. “Okay. You tell me if you change your mind.” He gets his phone out to check how much longer the pizza will take while keeping an eye on Peter at the same time. With every passing second, it becomes more and more clear that this is exactly what he’d suspected—Peter is feeling little. Bucky refuses to acknowledge it first though; they would go at Peter’s pace and if that means pretending that nothing out of the blue is happening, that’s exactly what they’ll do. Thankfully, the pizza arrives sooner than expected and Bucky leaves to fetch it.

Peter sits there waiting the entire time, stuffed animal pressed into his chest. He hums a soft tune to keep himself occupied, tapping his fingers on the table. He really wants to colour, but feels too shy to ask Bucky. He’s missed him all day, and just wants cuddles and pizza before he settles in for bed.

Once the pizza has arrived Peter watches Bucky get out plates and- oh dear, a glass cup. There’s no way he can handle drinking out of that right now... “Hey- um, Buck..? Could I please have my special cup? With... with the lid.”

Bucky doesn’t flinch. Nodding, he says, “Of course, baby. Do you want anything else, hm?” He goes to fetch Peter’s sippy cup, smiling to himself. He has to admit, Peter is even more adorable when he’s feeling little.

The boy smiles when Bucky doesn’t dismiss him, truly thinking he’s getting away with hiding his headspace.

Bucky returns and moves to set it down in front of Peter, and then stops. Right, juice. Peter isn’t going to be drinking oxygen. He’s glad when Peter has a pleased look on his face, and he prompts once again, “Anything else before we start eating, honeybun?”

He gives his stuffie a squeeze as Bucky sets his cup down and hums quietly. “Kiss!” He says very seriously, making grabby hands for Bucky to lean down to him.

“Kiss,” Bucky agrees with a chuckle and obeys. Then, he puts a slice of pizza on Peter’s plate and says, “Eat up, honey.” He eyes the slice of pizza, seeing the mushrooms and onions and green peppers on it, waiting to see how Peter will react. It’s not a secret that Peter favours regular cheese pizza over any other type. He doesn’t say anything more though, just busies himself by getting a slice for his own plate.

He gives him his kiss, then turns his attention to his pizza. A frown forms on his face immediately, and he eyes it nervously. “Pizza...” he mumbles before quietly picking the vegetables off of it, grimacing slightly, “not my favourite kind.” He pouts.

Bucky tuts at that, deciding to push a bit. "No, baby, you need to eat your veggies too. They're good for you, yeah?" Bucky gently tugs Peter's hand off of his pizza and places the vegetables back on it, taking note of the slight pout on Peter's face. "Don't you want to be all big and strong and healthy?”

Peter looks at him and shakes his head gently. “N-No... No, I don’t want to, please...” he says in a soft voice, trying not to get upset, “I don’t want them, Buck... Just cheese.” He looks at his pizza, frowning again.

Bucky hesitates. He doesn’t want to push Peter, but he also doesn’t want to let him run rampage. “Okay, sweetheart. How about we make a deal? You have 3 pieces of veggie with each slice of pizza you have. If you do that without complaining, we can have ice cream for dessert.” Personally, Bucky thinks it’s a very good deal. Trying to convince Peter, he takes a big bite of his own slice, making sure to munch on the veggies as well. “See, baby? Yummy!”

Peter looks at him again and shakes his head gently. “I don’t want them, Daddy, I just want cheese!” he says, then realises what he let slip, and he goes bright red. “No...” he whispers and moves to grab his stuffie, hiding behind it. He really didn’t mean to! He just feels so passionately about not eating the veggies on his pizza, he forgot to think about his words before they came out of his mouth.

Bucky freezes for a moment. Then, he quickly moves back into action. “Hey, sweetheart, doll, it’s okay.” He gets up and moves to hug Peter. “You know I can be your Daddy whenever you need me to.” He sees Peter go even redder—he hadn’t even known that was a possibility—but he pushes on. “C’mon, honey. The pizza’s really yummy. I don’t want to have to tell you again.” He hopes that’s enough to calm Peter down from both his embarrassment and stubbornness.

Peter peeks out from behind the stuffed animal when Bucky wraps him up in a hug, making sure he doesn’t look angry at all. He can’t help going impossibly red, feeling very embarrassed about his slip-up. “Um... Can I jus’ do peppers?” he asks, trying to compromise. Mushrooms are way too yucky for him right now. “And cake for dessert?”

Bucky lets out a hum. "Green peppers and the onions, baby," he says firmly, leaving no room for argument. "Then we can have cake for dessert. Deal?" He holds out a fist for Peter to fist bump to seal the deal.

He glances back at the pizza, deciding mushrooms are way better than onions. “Um... Pepper and mushroom?” he suggests, then fist bumps Bucky anyway so that he can’t change his mind. “Cool, you gotta take all the onion off! I don’t wanna do it. Icky!”

Bucky stifles a snort of laughter at that and takes the onions off. “Here, baby, how’s the pizza lookin’ now, hm?”

Peter hums. “Not lookin’ the best but ‘s okay,” he says, then opens his mouth for the slice

The older man holds it up to Peter’s mouth, wanting to hand feed him but also see his reaction to being coddled. “Good boy,” he cooes when Peter obediently takes a bite, blushing.

Peter goes all red at a Bucky’s coddling, chewing carefully. It’s totally not his favourite pizza, but it’s okay. “Daddy, you take bite!” He exclaims, wanting to make sure Bucky really is enjoying it, and he’s not making Peter eat veggies just for fun.

Bucky laughs at that, unable to help but smile fondly at his baby boy. Peter is just too adorable. “Okay, baby,” he agrees, even though he has his own slice right there in front of him. He takes a bite, then offers it back to Peter. “Now you, baby. It’s all yours; don’t want you going hungry at night.”

Peter claps his hands when Bucky takes a bite, smiling brightly. He reaches for it and quietly begins to eat by himself, somehow managing to get sauce on his face and hands, and peppers on the table. But it’s no big deal to Bucky anyway, because he cleans everything up right away.

The cake is both his and Peter’s favourite and Peter clearly enjoys it as well judging by the cake smeared on his cheeks.

“You done eating, honey?” Bucky asks, and when Peter nods in response, he says, “Okay, great.” He glances at the clock. “I know it’s a bit earlier than usual, but what do you say to having bath time now, hm?”

Peter enjoys the rest of dinner, even if he does get cake over the hoodie he stole from Bucky. He reaches for him when he’s finished, hoping Daddy will pick him up. “Bath time? Bubble?” He asks, not objecting to it. “Can I play with toys, Daddy?”

"Yeah, you can," Bucky agrees. "C'mon, lemme carry you." He easily hoists Peter up onto his hip, holding him securely while going upstairs. "What kind of toys do you want, sweetheart? Boats, fishies, and duckies?" He suggests, trying to remember all the bath toys they had.

Peter wraps his arms around Bucky, letting his head rest on the other man's shoulder as they head upstairs. “Boats, please,” he says, feeling calmer now Bucky’s treating him exactly how he wants to be when he’s small. “They get lost in bubbles. He murmurs to him, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand.

“They get lost in bubbles, huh.” Bucky chuckled at that. They entered the washroom and Bucky reluctantly set Peter down on the closed lid of the toilet. “Okay, honeybun, lemme just get the tub all filled up for you. You wanna wear your comfy jammies to bed tonight?” He and Peter usually both slept in just their boxers, but he figured that if Peter was feeling small, he’d prefer pyjamas—maybe even the onesie they had. “Or do you wanna wear some of Daddy’s clothes?”

Peter blushes when his feet touch the floor, pulling them up so he doesn’t have to feel the cold tile. “Ummm..” He pauses to think, a small frown on his face. “Can I have my onesie? The bear one, you know it.” He plays with the hem of his pants, feeling shy for asking. It was rare he asked for his onesie, but he found it so very comforting to wear.

Bucky smiled. “Sure thing, buddy.” He added the bubbles into the bath and watched with Peter as they foamed and rose. “C’mon, clothes off and into the tub! Time for you to get squeaky clean.” Bucky helped a blushing Peter out of his clothes.

The boy lifts his arms for Bucky to take off his shirt, smiling up at him. “And can I have story?” He reaches down to take off his socks, putting them in the laundry basket. Once he’s undressed he’s blushing properly, trying to keep himself warm. “I get in, p’ease?” He nudges him.

Bucky helps Peter into the tub, holding his hand and letting him settle into the warm water. “Yeah, you can have a story as long as you’re a good boy and listen to Daddy when I say bath time is over,” Bucky replies sternly, but there’s a fond smile on his face that’s definitely not going away any time soon. “What kind of story are you thinking, hm?” He pops in Peter’s bath toys too, watching as the boy squeals and tackles them with his hands. He decides to let Peter play a bit before actually getting him all squeaky clean.

Once he’s in the bath Peter warms up, the heat of the water flushing his skin a healthy shade of pink. He listens to daddy before shrieking, grabbing his boat out of the water and quickly diving it back into the bubbles— he completely forgets to answer the question, too focused on his extremely cool submarine. He spends a while splashing with his boats in the water, mumbling to himself as he plays and making the noises of the horn. At one point he splashes a little too much, and water slides over the side of the bath onto Bucky's clothes and the mat on the floor. He looks up at Daddy and goes all pink. “Sorry...” He mumbles.

Bucky grimaces at the mess, but feels rather thankful that most of it got on his clothes instead of the floor—it would certainly be easier to clean up. “That’s alright, honey,” he says, reaching out and gently brushing Peter’s wet hair off of his forehead. “But I think it’s time to get out of the bath now—or else most of it will end up on the floor!” he added teasingly.

“Do I gotta get out?” Peter pouts a bit. “I’m playing, Daddy...” He looks at his boat, hair flopping onto his face again. “Promise I won't splash! Then I play more, right?” He holds his fist up for Bucky to bump it, assuming that’s how they make deals now.

Bucky wants to fist bump Peter back, but he hesitates. He had told Peter that he had to listen to him, but Peter is looking up at him with those adorable puppy eyes... no, Peter would have to learn. He shakes his head firmly. “No, baby, you gotta get out now. We need enough time to clean up so that we can read a story before it’s bedtime. Remember, Daddy said you have to be a good boy for that, remember?” He gently takes Peter’s fist and brings it back down to the water.

He frowns, but reluctantly nods. “Okay, Daddy.” He says, sounding a little sad. “Hoodie towel?” the boy suggests, setting his fist down. “And I can play before bed, not bath?” He stands up with Bucky's prompting, not wanting to be naughty. Peter lets the older man wrap him up in his special towel, the hood pulled up over his head.

Bucky gives him a quick kiss on the cheek as praise for behaving. “Hoodie towel,” he agrees, already getting it out. It’s a cute frog hoodie towel, easily one of Peter’s favourites when he’s feeling this way. As Bucky dries him off, he hums. “Maybe a little bit, because you were such a good boy during dinner and bath time. But no TV, okay, baby?”

Peter stands still while he’s dried, humming in response. He likes it when Bucky dries him, he’s so gentle, making sure he pats instead of rubs. “Uh-huh, ‘cause ‘m good, dada.” He reaches for him once he’s all dry, towel still over his head to dry his hair a bit more. “Jammies! I���m gonna be a bear.” He giggles and rests his head on Bucky's shoulder.

Bucky smiles. “Yeah, you can be my baby bear,” he agrees. He carries Peter to their room and sets him down on the bed. Then, helping him into the onesie, he asks, “Do you wanna play a little bit now before the story? Or story and then bed?” He secretly hopes that Peter chooses the latter; he’s feeling rather protective over his baby and wants to make sure he gets a good night’s sleep.

By the time Bucky has helped him into his onesie and he’s zipped up, he’s feeling much warmer. Peter isn’t really interested in playing anymore; slipping into his headspace further with his best jammies on. He shakes his head a little. “Story then bed, Daddy,” he murmurs, rubbing his face with the sleeves. “Can i haf’ a milk bottle?” the boy asks, hoping Bucky will feed it to him before he goes to sleep.

Bucky smiles. Peter is such a good boy. “Of course, lovely. You must be a mind reader; Daddy was just about to suggest the same thing. Do you wanna come down with me or start picking out a story and gettin’ all comfy?”

He clearly stops to think about it for a moment, before holding his arms out to Bucky. “Wi’f Daddy,” he says, letting the other man lift him onto his hip. He wraps his arms around him, a shy smile on his face. “I’m bear.” He giggles and tucks his head into the crook of Bucky's neck.

Laughing, Bucky nods and presses a kiss to his forehead. “Yeah, my baby bear. Was today a good day, hm?” He heads down to the kitchen and begins to fix up Peter’s bottle, warming up the milk so that it’s even more relaxing for him. Peter is absolutely adorable right now and he can’t stop smiling.

“A good day...” he says, letting himself cuddle into Bucky and hold onto him as he makes his bottle. Once it’s all done, he takes it from his hands, being careful not to spill. “Story now, Da? Wan’ the one wi’f um... The three bears?” he suggests, legs swinging a little as they go back upstairs. He’s feeling much sleepier after his play time and all the food.

"Okay, sweetheart. Very good choice." Bucky kisses the top of his head. "Such a smart little boy." He enters the room once again and sets Peter down on the bed with his bottle. It doesn't take long to fish out the story. He makes sure to get Peter all comfortable in bed, tucked in nice and warm.

The boy smiles at the kiss and lays down when Bucky sets him on the bed, getting comfy with his bottle and his stuffed animal. He looks up at Bucky, shuffling over. “Sit here, Daddy.” He says, letting him sit down. Once he’s comfy and sipping from his bottle, he leans his head on Bucky to listen to his story.

When he sits down on the bed and begins to read, Peter lets out a content hum. "Here's the story of the three little bears..."

Bucky isn’t even halfway through before Peter is asleep, snoring softly in his arms.

Bucky stops and looks down at his baby boy, grinning. So he had been tired! He gently sets down the book on the nightstand and slowly, quietly moves off of the bed, not wanting to disturb the sleeping boy. He would join him in bed later; it was still a bit too early for him. He turns off the lights, stiffening when Peter stirs a bit, but sighs in relief when nothing else happens. "I love you, baby boy," he whispers, and leaves the room with the biggest smile on his face.

[papasbabymommyslittleone]

hello everyoneee! how are you guys doing today/what did you spend the day doing? I personally spent the day writing and cuddling my stuffies while doing so, so I'm doing well. and a question for the caregivers specifically, what is the cutest word Virgil has ever mispronounced while little and how did he say it?- 🐇

Hi sweetie!! I'm honestly not sure about Logan and Roman, they've been upstairs most of the day but I head some laughter not long ago so I think they're good! 🥰❣️

And Vee and I did some gardening together today which brings me onto your next question...

Vee always mispronounces words and it is always adorable so I can't say there are any that beat the rest but I can certainly tell you some stuff he said today!!

I'm quite an avid gardener so I know a lot of big flower words! And Vee joins me sometimes since gardening is such a soothing activity, it rlly helps his anxiety!! But he was regressed for some of it and ahhh I have to admit I tried to get him to say words just to hear how cute they sounded from him 🥺🥺

My favorites were:

'Mamowewa' (magnolia)

'Wowower' (lawnmower)

'Wee wee' (wheelbarrow)

'Febwa' (secateurs 😆😆 it took him ages to say it i thought he would give up but he looked so proud of himself when he said it 💞)

I might have been a little bit cheeky trying to get him to say such big words but awwwww he was just the cutest lil flower bud 🌸💕🌼💛 love him to bits!!!

- 🐶