#agere fic

[knightofnonsence]

Midnight snacks - Caregivers! Freddy Yeti and Mitchell Linn with kid regressed! reader - drabble - 🍨

"Let's see! We have vanilla, chocolate, that fancy coffee...err, cool kid?"

Freddy cuts himself off at the sound of rambunctious giggling beside him, trying not to chuckle himself as he shushes his partner in crime.

"You're gonna blow our cover! C'mon, we at least have to get the goods before-"

"What on earth are you two doing?"

The sudden voice makes Freddy freeze, slolwy turning around while sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. He inches to the side, badly hiding you and the freezer door left ajar.

"Oh, heeeey, Mitchell! I was just getting the little one back to bed, no need to worry! Go back to your beauty sleep, I have it covered."

"Really now?" Said man stands with his arms crossed over his chest, dressed in a fluffy robe that trails down to the floor. "Mon Ami, you're acting like you got your hand caught in the cookie jar, and you certainly haven't been quiet about your little heist in the first place."

You and Freddy share a glance before he sighs, slumping over in defeat.

"Betty will be cross with you, you know that, right?" Mitchell tries to sound stern, but he's fighting off a smile. "She can be quite strict about her bedtimes."

"Ok, but.." Freddy picks you up by your armpits, holding you out in front of him. He leans down, whispering conspiratorially in your ear. "Do the thing, kiddo."

You put on your best attempt at puppy dog eyes, jutting your lower lip out into a pout. The yeti turns back to Mitchell with a playful grin, "Who can say no to that face?"

Mitchell only seems mildly amused.

"Fine, fine." He doesn't have the same strength as Freddy does to carry you around, instead he grabs your hand once you're set back down to lead you to the kitchen table. "Make that three portions, you know how I like it."

"You got it, comin' right up"

Soon, you are presented with a bowl of ice cream with your favorite toppings and a perhaps excessive amount of rainbow sprinkles. "What do we say, mon trésor?" Mitchell chides gentry when you're already a few spoonfuls in without a thank you, giving your head a pat when you do address Freddy. "Bravo! Eat up, and then we'll go brush our teeth, alright? Proper rest is important for all the play you'll want to do tomorrow."

[miloscozycorner]

𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫!𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ☁︎︎

-> Regresses around 2-3. A teeny little dude! But I think he uses a lot of little gear even if they don’t like “fit his age range” or whatever. He uses pacis, teethers, stuffies.. I also really see him as a padded regressor, who uses pull ups in particular.

-> Yelena is definitely his cg no question about it !! Very mama coded. I think it started off where Yelena was always kind of soft and gentle w/ him in a caretaking type of way even before he disclosed his regression. So it wasn’t hard to fall into a comfortable rhythm with each other <33

-> Very chaotic. Like always forgetting something, tripping over something.. clumsy and silly even when he’s not meaning to (o_O)

-> Shy and nervous but also super energetic at the same ?? Like always running around and being absolutely goofy. But then if someone who isn’t yelena sees he gets red in the face and all embarrassed :’3

-> I also see Bob as being a pretty sensitive kiddo. A lot of tears, tantrums, whining.. sometimes it’s just complaining over little things, sometimes it’s a lot of big feelings. But Yelena takes any emotion just as seriously :)

-> A picky eater. Needs some help during meal times to make sure he’s getting all of his veggies and fruits in! Yelena manages to coax him with silly songs and clapping :)

[hregre]

Price could admit that he wasn't always as knowledgeable about neurodivergence as he could be. He respected people, sure, but he didn't know anything. Sometimes he'd assume the worst. But then he met his boys, started the 141. And he learned, just like he learned how to take care of them when they were tiny. Somehow he became Mama to them, but he didn't mind. How could he, when he saw how vulnerable and scared they looked. He'd do anything for them.

🧼

Johnny was the first to show his… quirks. He was always fidgeting, always messing with something. He couldn't keep still, whether it be the tapping of his leg to tearing up paper during meetings. Price never really understood why he couldn't just sit still. He made the mistake of snapping once at him to just stop moving and he'll never forget the look of hurt and devastation on Johnny's face. He never told him to sit still again, and he made sure to knock anyone who said something upside the head.

When Johnny regressed, there was no getting the boy to sit still. He rocked as he played and he chewed on anything he could find. Price had to invest in chewelry for him just to save his teeth. He made sure to get items he knew the other love on it, one being a shark tooth and another being a dinosaur. Johnny loved the items, and they sat under his shirt next to his dog tags almost constantly.

🧢

Gaz was next, but it startled only when he regressed. He loved to spin. Anytime the little regressed, Price would find him spinning. Humming to himself with his arms flapping as he spun in a circle over and over until he fell over. He’d do it for over an hour and every time Price would watch both out of concern that he’d bust his head open and in adoration.

Sometimes he would drag Johnny into it, and they’d hold hands and spin around and around and around until one of them hit the floor, laughing uncontrollably. Simon would watch with wide eyes, too little to join in but mesmerized by the sight anyways. Price would be right there if Gaz hit the ground too hard, kissing his scrapes and bumps and holding the kid until he calmed down. Knowing that as soon as the dizziness faded, he’d be right back to it.

💀

Simon was next. Seeing the others so freely express themselves… it softened something in him. He only stimmed when he was small, too ashamed to do it when big. He'd rock and rock in Mama’s lap, head gently hitting against his chest. Price would laugh gently and make sure the boy didn't fall over. Arms wrapped around his waist and rocking right along side with him.

When he was too little to rock he'd babble. Gibberish to anyone else but it was music to Simon's ears. He'd babble and giggle and ramble, eyes on Mama or Johnny as he talked and talked. Mama would talk back, encouraging him to keep talking and answering him with little “Yeah?”’s and “Oh wow!”’s. Simon loved it. He'd always be embarrassed when he was wasn't regressed anymore, but Price and the other boys would be right there to reassure him. Make sure he never felt guilty for doing something natural, something that calmed him and made him feel *good*.

[thanossssss]

ahhhh i love your writing so much and your hc are absolute chef kiss muawh muawh muawh <3

I was wondering (if you're up to it ofc) if you could do like some sort of others finding out about regressor dae-ho? specifically, gi-hun during the s3 ep2 confrontation scene (or another scene whatever works best for you) and taking care of him. yk, like some kind of redemption bc that scene makes me so sad our poor baby :((

ily and have a nice day <3

Regressor! Dae-ho w/ Caregiver! Gi-hun

Summary: Gi-hun finds Dae-ho hiding behind the door. His anger and resentment towards him slowly goes away when he realizes what kind of mental state Dae-ho’s in.

Contains: Age regression, baby talk, crying, mention of being stabbed, mention of knives.

Not proofread.

Dae-ho tried to keep himself quiet, he tried not to make a sound. He was tucked into a corner, behind the door, hoping no one would find him. His hands covered his mouth, as tears fell down his cheeks. Dae-ho was terrified and hurt, due to being stabbed in his ankle. He couldn’t walk. Only limp around.

Dae-ho was impatiently waiting for the game to be over, needing it to be over. He needed to get out of this game, out of this place. Dae-ho knew this game had to be over soon, but he wasn’t sure when. The room he was in didn’t have a timer or anything.

Everything was fine, in the sense that no one had found him yet. But that was until the door opened and he heard footsteps. Dae-ho covered his mouth tighter, his body trembling as he sat there, hoping that the person would go away.

The footsteps were getting farther, until Dae-ho let out an involuntary whimper. His eyes widened, hearing the footsteps stop, before they began to get closer. Dae-ho couldn’t help but continue to whimper, trying to back himself further into the corner.

Dae-ho’s breathing got heavy as he watched a hand grab the door, slowly moving to reveal Gi-hun standing there with a knife. Dae-ho slowly stood up, his legs shaking harshly as he put his arms up.

“Please..” Dae-ho quietly started. “Gi-hun, please. I’m sorry..” A soft sob left Dae-ho. “I really..tried my best..I swear. I just got..so scared and I couldn’t..I couldn’t move!” Dae-ho harshly sobbed out.

Gi-hun stared at him with a cold, blank expression that only terrified Dae-ho more. Dae-ho kept sobbing, shaking so badly that he collapsed onto one of the steps. He sat there, staring up at Gi-hun with a horrified expression.

“Please don’t kill me!” He begged. “I tried! I really did! I couldn’t…I couldn’t do anything! I froze up and I just..I just couldn’t move!” Dae-ho loudly wailed, putting his head down in shame. Gi-hun watched, still silent, but his expression was slowly softening, beginning to feel sympathetic towards the man.

“I just…wanna go home..” Dae-ho wiped his tears with his trembling hands. “I just wanna see my sisters…n’ my..my mommy…” Dae-ho’s voice sounded a tad higher now and they way he spoke sounded more childish.

Gi-hun knew. He knew immediately after hearing him. Dae-ho was regressed, it was obvious. Gi-hun knew exactly what it was like too. He knew what it felt like, regressing while being in this awful place, just wanting his mom. Hearing Dae-ho pleaded and beg for his life and beg to go home snapped Gi-hun out of the state his mind was in.

Dae-ho kept crying, yelping out of fear when he heard the sound of the knife drop on the floor. He tried to back away, by was unable to, due to being on the steps. He slowly looked up at Gi-hun, his eyes widen with terror as he saw an empathetic expression on Gi-hun’s face.

“I’m sorry.” He suddenly spoke. “I’m sorry, Dae-ho. I’m not going to hurt you.” Dae-ho’s breathing was heavy as he watched Gi-hun kneel down to his level. “I don’t what came over me. I’m sorry I put you through this.” Gi-hun apologized. Dae-ho whimpered, fidgeting with his fingers.

“I’m scared…” He mumbled, a quiet sob leaving him right after. “I wanna…go home. Don’ wanna be here no more…” Gi-hun could tell Dae-ho was regressing younger quickly, by the way he was talking, his sentences becoming more and more childish.

“I know, Dae-ho. I’ll do everything I can to make sure you can get out here safely and back to your sisters and your mom.” Gi-hun spoke, slowly moving closer to Dae-ho and sitting beside him on the step. Dae-ho sniffled, wiping his eyes a little.

“Really?” He asked with a small, hopeful smile. “See my sis’ers n’ my mommy soon?” Gi-hun forced a smile, slowly nodding his head. He knew he couldn’t promise anything, but he wanted to get him out of there. Now seeing how Dae-ho truly acts when he’s scared, the fact that his mind reverts back to being just a little kid made Gi-hun have no grudge against him now. Only empathy.

Dae-ho moved closer to Gi-hun, gently wrapping his arms around his arm. It was surprising to Gi-hun, how trusting he was. Just a minute ago, Dae-ho was terrified of him, now he was clinging to him. He must’ve felt safe with him still, due to the fact that Gi-hun said he’d protect him and how they were already pretty close after meeting on the second day there.

“Wanna get out of dis game. ‘S scary, Gi-hun..” Dae-ho muttered to Gi-hun, his eyes tearing up again. Gi-hun moved his other arm, gently placing his hand on top of Dae-ho’s hand and rubbing it with his thumb.

“There’s not much longer left. It should be over soon.” Gi-hun spoke to Dae-ho softly. Dae-ho whimpered, nodding a little as he clung tightly to Gi-hun like his life depended on it, which it did, considering the state he was currently in.

It felt like forever, but it was about a minute, when the timer finally went off. Gi-hun sighed with relief, as Dae-ho perked up. “Over? ‘S it over?” Gi-hun nodded, making Dae-ho smile. “Come on, let’s go.” Gi-hun slowly stood up, Dae-ho quickly doing the same, but immediately yelping when he put pressure on his foot.

“I can’t walk…it hurts really bad..I can’t..” Dae-ho let out a cry, his body shaking a bit. While he cried, Gi-hun thought for a moment, before getting an idea. Dae-ho couldn’t walk, so he was going to have to carry him.

“I got you. It’s okay.” Gi-hun carefully picked Dae-ho up, Dae-ho slowly calming down as he was carried out of the room. “‘ank you..” Dae-ho murmured, sniffling as he wiped his tears. Gi-hun gave a nod. “It’s the least I can do. After the way I treated you.” He responded.

Despite it being tiring and kind of difficult, Gi-hun carried Dae-ho back to the dormitory and got him in his bed. Dae-ho immediately grabbed onto his blanket, his only item of comfort in that place, and hugged it tightly.

“Don’ wanna play no more games..” Dae-ho shook his head and hid his face into his blanket. “Please make ‘em stop…‘m hurt..n’ wanna go home..” Dae-ho hiccuped, small cries leaving them. Gi-hun nodded, his determination to make these games stop once and for all coming back.

“I’ll try.” He told Dae-ho. “I promise, I’ll try.”

[purestpup]

could you make a cg nightcrawler mood board, only if you’re open to reqs!

🍎 ⋆˚｡ ⋆ cg! nightcrawler moodboard ⋆ ｡˚⋆ 🍎

"Mein kleiner engel, don't cry, what is wrong?...Oh no, not a nightmare. Mein schatz, remember what i taught you, who watches over you to keep you safe? Laughs yes, papa does but what about the angels, schatz? i know what, come lay with papa, I'll shoo all those silly monsters away."

[lil-mushr00m]

This is so cute!!! I love little bakugou trying so hard not to slip (i hope he fails the cutie needs to relax)

chapter one of my (personally) long awaited agere beach fic is posted !!! check it out if you wanna ! i also am open to suggestions <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67585776/chapters/174686796

[moooooolnp]

me when I’m looking for an agere fic of my obscure fandom but all the posts are just some dumb ass blog intros:

[shhtickerbook]

no better feeling

[angelbaby-fics]

Daddy stucky x little reader where she loves taking naps especially With her daddies so can you do something where the little one is in a very very young headspace like a few months or a year and they are at the avenger tower but she sleeps most of the time and just wanna near to her daddies

Naptime With Daddies

Word Count: 450

A/N: ohhh this is on of my favorite concepts ever!! i love thinking about this!!!! especially when i'm stuck in public somewhere & i just wanna go to sleep, i just daydream about daddies 💕

Some babies had blankies, others had stuffed animals, a sentimental item that went with them everywhere. You were a bit different though - instead of cloth comforts, your favorite things to snuggle with were your daddies, Bucky and Steve. Any time you had to sleep, you’d prefer it to be in their arms, and if you were in their arms, chances are you’d fall asleep sooner rather than later. You just couldn’t help it, the serenity of knowing how safe you were in their trustworthy embrace, nothing could ever hurt you there. And they didn’t mind it one bit.

With their exceptional strength, either one of them could hold you for hours at a time without getting tired. When he took you grocery shopping, Steve would push the cart with one hand and hold you in the other. If you stayed awake, he’d point to the things he needed, and you’d grab them and toss them in the cart. By the end of the shopping trip, though, you’d usually nodded off, face smooshed into Steve’s shoulder as he checked out. 

Bucky’s chest was more preferable to you than any mattress. The two of you could more often than not be found on the big sofa in the living room, you asleep on him while he read a book or watched a movie, your presence soothing him. If you were still napping in Bucky’s arms by the time he needed to go to a therapy appointment, he’d bundle you up in a blanket and just bring you along. He’d even bought you a cute pair of noise canceling headphones, so you wouldn’t have to hear anything that wasn’t safe for little ears.

All the other Avengers were used to seeing you sleeping through meetings. Sometimes it took all their super strength not to get distracted by how peaceful you looked in Steve’s arms as he tried to get them to pay attention to the mission. Tony would often crack jokes to hide his jealousy; Peter was far too rambunctious to sit through a whole meeting, let alone nap through one. Sometimes you even slept so soundly, you’d make it in and out of the meeting and back home without even waking up. 

Your favorite by far, were the days when neither of them had to work, or shop or do anything at all. These days were somewhat hard to come by, since your daddies were so important and responsible, but every so often the schedules would perfectly align. The only time you’d get up from the bed would be to cuddle on the couch for a while just to get a change of scenery. These were the best naps of all.

[orellazalonia]

Not a Burden

Pairing: Stucky x little!reader [Disclaimer: Age Regression! Angst & Hurt/Comfort.]

Summary: Lately, you’ve been feeling like a burden to your caregivers. Like you’re too much, too needy, or a problem, causing you to retreat from your usual comforts. It doesn’t take long for Steve and Bucky to notice and reassure you that you’re not a burden. You never are to them and you never will be.

Word Count: 1.1k+

A/N: I wanted something softer to end the night on. I dunno if angst counts as soft, but this is definitely in the hurt/comfort field. Remember though: You are responsible for the media you consume.

Main Masterlist

You don’t know exactly when the feeling starts.

Maybe it was last night, when you asked Bucky for your nightlight three times in a row and he had to stop cooking dinner to find it. Or maybe this morning, when you spilled juice on the floor and Steve had to mop it up, gently telling you it was okay. But he looked tired, and for some reason, you thought he’d be less tired if you weren’t here. The thoughts are quiet at first. Small things.

“I should’ve gotten it myself.” “They’re always taking care of me.” “I should be big enough to handle this.”

The thoughts aren’t loud, but they sit there weighing heavy on your mind and even heavier on your chest.

You sit curled in the corner of the couch within your bedroom in your softest clothes, hugging your knees with your stuffie squished between your arms. The tower feels too big today. Your limbs feel too small. You want to be held, but also… you’re scared to ask.

Because what if they don’t want to anymore?

They never said that. Not once. In fact, Steve just kissed your forehead that morning. Bucky helped you brush and tie the bow in your hair. But your brain doesn’t care. It just keeps whispering.

“They’d be happier if they didn’t have to tuck you in every night.” “You’re taking up too much space.” “They fought wars, and you cry over broken crayons.”

You hug yourself tighter and your best not to cry. You were fine yesterday. But now, your throat’s all sore from holding everything in, and your body feels too young to explain any of it out loud.

You look toward the hallway, where you can faintly hear the sound of dishes clinking. Steve cleaning up. Bucky’s voice follows, low and tired, saying something about reports.

You shrink smaller in your spot. You don’t want to be more work or the reason they’re tired. Or worried. Or stuck at home instead of doing superhero things.

You love them. And that’s why the thought hurts so much. Because what if loving them means letting go?

You don’t tell them how you feel. Not right away.

Instead, it builds inside of you, resembling a quiet ache behind your ribs. A heaviness you can’t name, not even in your little space. It hums beneath the surface on quiet days, when Steve brings you apple slices cut like stars and Bucky tucks your blanket just right. When they ask how you’re feeling and you just nod, not trusting your voice to hold the truth.

You don't mean to pull away, but you do. You stop asking to be picked up. You hide your stuffies under your bed. You sit stiff and too quiet, like if you're careful enough, they won't notice how heavy you feel inside. You try so hard not to be too much.

You don’t notice how Steve starts watching you a little longer when you say “I’m fine.” How Bucky lingers just a few extra seconds at your door at night.

Until finally, It breaks.

One evening, they make spaghetti and call you for dinner. You don’t answer. You sit curled up in your hoodie on the floor of your room, silent and still, your arms wrapped around your knees. You press your face into your knees, a hot tear sliding down your cheek. You don’t know what to do. You want to disappear. You want someone to notice. You want—

“…Sweetheart?”

Steve’s voice, suddenly close. You hadn’t even noticed him walking in, prompting you to flinch in surprise. He hesitates for a moment before crouching slowly to kneel in front of you.

“Hey,” He says, softly. “You okay?”

You nod too fast, like usual despite everything about you screaming otherwise.

He watches you for a beat. “You sure?”

Another nod. Too big this time. Your eyes are wet, your breath shallow. Another pair of footsteps approach as Bucky enters the room, spotting the two of you. He comes over in an instant, crouching down to meet your eye-level. You expect them to be mad. To ask why you’re being difficult. But it’s just them, crouched low, concern present in their expressions. You try to shrink away, but Steve doesn’t let you.

Instead, he gently touches your knee, asking gently.

"What’s going on in that head of yours?"

That’s it. That’s the sentence that makes everything fall apart. Your bottom lip trembles as your eyes fill. You try to shake your head, but the words stumble out in a whisper that sounds too small, too broken to be yours:

"I don’ wanna be a burden."

Everything freezes. Steve blinks like you hit him in the chest while Bucky exhales sharply, then moves in instantly, gently, and without hesitation. He’s the one who pulls you into his arms first, holding you against his chest like you might disappear.

You can feel Steve’s hand finding your back, warm and steady. You hear his voice reassure you.

"You could never be a burden. Not to us."

You sob quietly into Bucky’s hoodie. He doesn’t rush you either as he rocks you gently in his embrace, questioning lowly. “Where’s that coming from, baby? Who told you that?"

You don’t know how to explain it though. The guilt, the worry, the awful tug that you take up too much space and ask for too much. But you manage a whisper:

“I need too much… lotta times… I don’ wanna be a problem…”

Steve’s heart clenches at your broken words, reaching up to squeeze your shoulder gently. “Needing care doesn’t make you a problem. It makes you human. And you don’t have to earn our love, sweetheart. You already have it."

Bucky’s voice comes in next, his tone low and protective “Who told you that, huh?”

You shrug, face hidden in Bucky’s shirt. “Just… figured.”

“You listen here,” Bucky says, voice steady as he gently lifts your chin up to face him. “You could ask for every ounce of our time and energy and still not be too much.”

Steve nods in agreement. “Being your caregiver means being there when you need us.“

“But… you both tired,” You whisper.

“We’re human,” Steve replies, rubbing your back again in slow, firm circles. “We get tired. That’s not your fault. You didn’t cause that.”

Bucky nods. “The tired from a mission or a bad dream? That’s different. You?” His expression softens noticeably. “You’re the soft part of our day. You're the reason we want to come home.”

Your eyes well up again, but for a different reason.

Steve leans over and kisses your forehead, saying firmly. “You are wanted, honey. Every version of you whether it be little, big, sleepy, silly, sad. Got it?”

You nod, tearfully.

“Say it for me?” Steve asks gently.

You hiccup. “Am wanted…n’ not a burden…”

Bucky smiles, adjusting you in his lap and holding you snug. “That’s right, baby. Not even close.”

You cling to both of them, your heart slowly settling as their warmth surrounds you: steady, grounding, and safe.

And slowly, that ache in your chest begins to ease.

[kacchans-cradle]

( this is a completely different brush what from what i normally use ) but heres a scene that i rlly wanted to draw from my fic !!

[spacecowboyy0]

bucky barnes deserves baby reg reader!!!!

i completely agree!! i saw a tiktok of a mom who brought her kid to a martial arts gym so she could practice and her kid had a little set up in the corner and one comment said: “You watch Bluey while momma chokes the life outta someone, k pumpkin?” and i thought that was hilarious, so that's the inspo for this

notes: cg!bucky, cg!nat and reader live together but buck and nat are not in a relationship (i think they're both super gay)

~1k words

You enter the boxing gym on Bucky’s hip, head resting on his shoulder. A group of you planned to spar together in a gym that you have access to. Peter had saved the owner’s daughter from getting robbed one night and now he could use the gym whenever he wanted. At least once a month you, Peter, Natasha, Bucky, Matt, Frank and Wade (sometimes a few other vigilantes) sparred together. You had planned on sparring but when you woke up feeling smaller than usual, Bucky decided it would be best if you didn’t participate (you were a little disappointed but still happy to come). 

Matt, Frank and Peter are already there when the three of you arrive. Natasha trails behind Bucky, holding two gym bags and your backpack. You squeal when you see the others, slapping your hand against Bucky’s chest in excitement. He laughs and bounces you a bit before letting you down. You run to Peter and give him a big hug. 

“Hey Petey!”

“Hi bug! No sparring for you today?” 

“Nu uh, papa says ‘m too small.” You look beside him where Matt and Frank are watching the interaction. Matt greets you with a small wave and you give him a quick hug before turning your attention to Frank. You raise your arms, requesting to be picked up, and try to give him a convincing look. 

“Please Frankie?” He tries to keep his hard expression but everyone knows he has a soft spot for you anyway, so he lifts you into his arms. When you snuggle into him, he smiles a little bit, but enough for Peter, Matt, and Wade (who just came over) to notice. They give him teasing looks and Frank just rolls his eyes.

Natasha sets down your backpack, and pulls out a blanket to spread out beside it. Frank carries you over to your area, in a spot close to all the action. He places you down on the blanket and then hands you your sketchbook and markers from your bag. You smile up at him gratefully, and he gives you a pat on the head before heading towards the ring. Nat crouches down in front of you, a soft look on her face. 

“You sit here and watch mama kick these boy’s asses, alright pumpkin?”

“Yeah!”

They’re right over there, you can literally see all of them, and yet you feel left out and needy. Colouring inside the lines is too frustrating but you can’t let go enough to scribble like you want. You tear up, getting overwhelmed by your confusing emotions. As it happened, you are in the presence of people trained to be observant, so it doesn’t take long for someone to notice your tears. Nat is fighting Matt in the ring, so Wade nudges Bucky, who stands beside him as they watch the match.

“Buck, your kid’s crying.” Bucky looks over his shoulder to where you are on your blanket with wide, wet eyes, and your bottom lip wobbling. He jogs over to you, and carefully picks you up. 

“What’s up baby?” He looks concerned as he wipes your tears with his thumb and then softly brushes your hair out of your face. 

“I dunno, jus’ feel sad ‘n miss you.” 

“Aww kid, you can keep me company while I watch the others spar ok?” You nod, sniff, and rest your head on his shoulder. He makes sure you’re secure in the crook of his arm before rifling through your bag and grabs your pacifier. He taps it against your lips and you open your mouth slightly to accept it. He walks back over to the others who are watching by the sidelines, and you hear Peter coo when you get close. 

“We got a gym baby with us?”

Bucky bounces you a bit and then turns his body so you can see Peter. You look spaced out and cozy as you rest against Bucky. The group only stays about 10 minutes longer, and the whole time you’re attached to Bucky. 

When you get back to the apartment, you lie on the bed, waiting for Bucky to get out of the shower. You play with the ring on your pacifier and roll around on the duvet. You perk up when you hear the bathroom door open, and reach out for him as he comes out. 

“I’ll be right there cutie, let me get something quick.” You grumble and watch him as he walks over to the closet and pulls fabric out of a box. 

It was Bucky’s birthday recently and Peter gifted him a special fabric that he can use to carry you around the house. There hasn’t been an opportunity to try it yet, but you’re currently clingy and tiny, and dinner needs to be made, so it’s the perfect time. 

You watch with curiosity as Bucky wraps the fabric around his stomach and then pulls it over his shoulders. 

“Alright come here baby.” He reaches his hands out and you crawl over to him. He picks you up under your armpits and rests you against his chest. You’re squished against him so you can’t see what he’s doing but you feel the fabric wrap around you, making you nice and snug. You take a moment to shift around, getting used to the new position. 

Bucky watches as you wiggle a bit before closing your eyes and relaxing fully. When he walks into the kitchen, where Nat is chopping carrots, she coos when she sees you and pauses her cutting to brush her hand over your head lovingly. 

“We got a little snug bug hm?”

“I think we gotta get this soup started so this one can eat. That sound good baby?” With your eyes closed, you respond with a quiet “mhm” and Bucky kisses the top of your head. 

i've been meaning to write for bucky so thanks for the push anon!

[miloscozycorner]

𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬.

Caregiver!Wanda Maximoff x Regressor!Reader

• After a meltdown makes you go nonverbal, Wanda helps you communicate your big feelings together.

cw: age regression

( 1109 Words )

The fuzzy carpet felt cool on your bare legs, your oversized shirt scrunching up and resting on your upper thighs. The room had grown chilly from Wanda opening the porch door just a crack, the wind sneaking its way into the living room.

Your tears had finally dried, your chin now resting on your crossed arms. It felt silly, the meltdowns. It just got all too much. The lights, the noises. Trying to make your brain be a bigger kiddo, make the words come out right.

But Wanda understood it all, of course. She always did. When the words had started to jumble on your tongue, and when with a cry of frustration you had given up, she was quick to sit. Quick to let you squeeze her hand until it grew pale.

“Hey bubby. I got you your cards.”

Wanda’s voice drew you out of your thoughts, and you craned your neck to see her patter towards you, taking a crossed legged seat on the carpet a few steps away from you.

“Mama even added some stickers,” she added, her lips curling upwards when you let out a soft giggle. Your eyes followed the stickers on the laminated cards, a variety of animals stuck on them.

You took a moment to shuffle through the cards, before picking one to show. The word “like” was printed on it in bold letters, with a galaxy themed background. Wanda had let you help make all the cards months ago.

With a tap, you showed Wanda the card, and she tilted her head towards the sticker arrangement. “You like the stickers, munchkin?”

An enthusiastic nod.

Wanda paused, spreading the cards before glancing at you. Her playful expression died down, her face turning a bit more serious. But the softness in her eyes and the gentle tilt of her lips remained.

“Do you want to talk to mama about those big feelings you had?” Wanda suggested, glancing up at you. You took a breath in, your brows furrowing while you searched for a card.

“Yes”.

Wanda nodded, shuffling in place. “Okay little one, good job using your cards!” she praised, not missing the ways your eyes lit up from it. “Now, can you tell me what was making those big feelings overflow?” she questioned, tilting her head.

You hesitated, chewing your bottom lip before answering. “Loud”. “Light”. “Hungry”.

“And all that together made you feel not so good, bunny?” You hummed in agreement, slightly frowning. Wanda was quick to notice, adding on reassurance. “And you know that’s okay, honey. I know it can get pretty overwhelming. But mama got you a snack, and a worksheet. How would you feel about trying that?”

There was a brief pause before you gave a nod of agreement, and observed Wanda stand up, disappearing for a moment down the hallway before coming back, a slip of paper and a box of crayons in hand and a bag of Goldfish in the other.

She sat down cross-legged once more, this time beside you instead of across from you. Your shoulders relaxed, a flutter in your stomach forming when she sat.

“Do you want to sit in mama’s lap? Or, we can sit beside each other and I can help you color.” Wanda offered, waiting for you.

For a moment it seemed she almost forgot until she added on, quick to repair her mistake. “Oh goodness! I’m sorry honey. Mama almost forgot you’re not up for words today. I know big words are difficult for tiny babies! How about you hold up one finger for sitting in my lap, and two for coloring together? Is that okay, little bird?”

You gave a small smile at her remembrance, before holding up one finger. Wanda’s lips curled upwards, grinning happily at you before scooping you under your arms and adjusting you to sit on her thigh. The scent of strawberry perfume calmed your senses further, any lingering weight on your chest fading away.

She stretched her arms over to the coffee table next to you, grabbing a hard-cover book and placing the sheet on top of it, before adjusting it so it was on top of your lap.

“Now, you see all these colors? We can use these colors to fill up the cup to show how you were feeling earlier. So, blue is for sad. Green is for scared. Red is for mad. Yellow is for embarrassed. Can you do that for me, honey?”

You gave a nod, picking out the green crayon first and allowing Wanda to sneak a couple Goldfish into your mouth to chew. Your hand hesitated, hovering over the paper before filling half the cup with green.

After a moment, you added some yellow. Your grip on the crayon grew more sturdy, less shaky.

Wanda watched carefully, helping you take more bites of your snack. Then a bit of blue, finishing the cup.

The crinkling of the Goldfish bag and the scents of the newly bought crayons made a soft smile tug at your lips just ever so slightly, the fear, the anxiety, everything, slipping out of your grasp.

You looked up at Wanda for approval, giggling when she gave you a wide grin.

Wanda gave a hum of approval, setting the empty bag of Goldfish down next to her as you showed the piece to her. “Wow, bubby! You did such a good job drawing out all of those big feelings for mama,” she praised, sticking a light kiss on your forehead.

She adjusted you momentarily, her strong arms lifting you gently under your armpits, settling you on her hip. The paper was placed neatly on the coffee table by the pack of crayons, and your deck of communication cards were placed in your hand.

“Do you want to go cuddle upstairs with mama?” Wanda offered, stopping by the kitchen to throw away your bag and glancing down at you.

You flipped through your cards. “Yes.” More shuffling. “Please.”

“Oh my, such a good job using your cards, bubba!” Wanda praised, beaming down at you and running slender fingers through your hair. “Come on, let mama give you lots of snuggles tonight.”

You felt your eyes grow a bit heavier, the feeling of soft hands supporting your weight and the sound of Wanda’s gentle footsteps with the creaking wooden stairs lulling you.

“It’s okay to sleep pumpkin, mama will be here when you’re up.” You heard Wanda mumble into your ear, the comforting warmth of her breaths fanning onto your cheek.

So, you allowed yourself to slip into a comforting sleep, free from the day’s stress, held in the love Wanda always gave so freely.

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LOGAN HOWLETT X LITTLE!READER

⊹ ࣪ ˖🐾₊˚ I DON'T PURR : 709 WRDS

INSPIRED BY @cloudbug08 ‘s CG LOGAN HEADCANONS ; DRABBLE |🐾| A/N : No one will ever stop me from making CG!/Dad!Logan fics. At all. Ever.

You’ve been regressed all day. Yesterday was a busy, stressful, overwhelming day, and now you’re coping with the stress. Logan is by your side, caring for you as usual. You lay on the living room floor’s carpet, tummy pressed to the ground, legs kicking up in the air. You breathe contently as you carefully color the page Logan printed out for you.

You could hear him in the bathroom down the corridor near the stairs. He was carefully grooming his hair while humming a tune that sounded a little too familiar. A soft smile crept onto your lips once you recognized it, it was the sound of your favorite cartoon’s intro. “I know that song,” you chirp, gaining a soft chuckle from the man. “You sure do, kiddo. So much that you’ve got me hummin’ it myself,” he replied. He set down the comb before letting out a soft sigh. The sound of his boots slightly clacking against the hardwood floor made you turn your head and giggle out of excitement when you see him. “Kitty hair! Kitty hair,” you exclaim. “Not kitty hair,” he corrected while shaking his head.

“Kitty hair” is what you’d call Logan’s hair any time he had it brushed up like little animal ears. As much as he denied that they were meant to be ears to represent any animal, he never truly cared that you called it kitty hair. He found it pretty cute and grew fond of the term.

“Can I pretty please play with it,” you plead, clasping your hands together. Logan shrugs in response. “I dunno, bubs,” he drags out playfully. “Pretty please? I promise I’ll get that one spot behind your ears that you really like,” you add in an attempt to get him to accept your request. He looks down at you sweetly, hands on his hips, one eyebrow cocked. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” he groans dramatically, feigning annoyance. “But you gotta clean up all that arts and crafts stuff you got going on.”

Without hesitation, you nod in agreement. You start to clean up your crayons and coloring pages with haste. Within minutes, you’re done putting everything up, now sat on the couch waiting for Logan to come lay his head on your lap. You stretch your hands out to him grasping the air between you two. “Calm down, kiddo. I’m coming,” he assures you. He walks closer to you, leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, slips off his boots, and lays his head in your lap. He shifts a bit to get more comfortable by putting one leg on top of the other and crossing his arms against his chest. “There you go, bubs,” he hums with a deep exhale. You squeal with excitement as you gently begin to play with his hair. You run your fingers through the strands, scratch his scalp, and when you scratch behind his ears, you hear something. Purring. He always purrs when you play with his hair for long enough.

“You purr,” you exclaim with a giggle and a huge grin on your face. Logan sighs in return. He shakes his head in denial “You’ve got it all wrong, kid. I don’t purr. Wolverines don’t purr. You’re making things up,” he protests against your previous claim.

You felt his throat vibrate softly against one of your thighs and listened closely. As you told him, he was purring.

“You purr like a kitty, then,” you chirp back. Another deep sigh. He’s not even annoyed with your claim. He knows you’re right. He just doesn’t want to admit to his kiddo that he purrs. “I don’t purr. I didn’t purr,” he states firmly. “It’s not right to lie to your papa,” he said with a light-hearted chuckle. “But you did! I promise,” you pout to him. “I’ll prove it,” you say before beginning to scratch at his scalp again.

Sure as hell, he purrs. He grumbles softly to interrupt his purrs in protest. You know you’ve won once you hear a soft sigh fall from his lips as you scratch right behind his ears. More purring. “Guess you’re right, bubs,” he chuckles softly while closing his eyes. “Just keep scratching. It feels nice,” he adds with a smile creeping onto his lips.

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[pahtoosh]

Meeting Dada

[image ID: steve rogers smiling. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~450 words

warnings: baby is very nervous

a/n: i just wanted to post something little before dropping my mega stucky fic hehe. this takes place in the baker universe BUT we have to pretend that the events of baker's convention didn't happen, because i want steve to be an artist instead of a baker now hehe.

pairing: baker!bucky x gn!little!reader (future stucky x little!reader)

summary: you're about to meet your baba's "special friend"

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You and Bucky walked hand in hand to the quaint little bookstore. It was a nice, neutral spot for you to meet your Baba’s “special friend”. Bucky paused to check in with you before opening the door. 

“You ready to go in, pumpkin?” He asked. 

You looked away before answering. “Um, I need another minute please.”

“Of course, baby. Let’s step over here.” Bucky led you to the side of the building where you had more privacy. He crouched down to your level, taking your smaller hands in his and rubbing soothing patterns. 

You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself. “S-sorry, Baba.”

“Hey, hey. None of that. You have nothing to be sorry for, my baby. Nothing at all.”

You nodded, still trying to overcome your nerves. 

Bucky gently held your face, letting you nuzzle into the palm of his hand. 

“You know, honey. We don’t have to do this. Not today, not for a long, long time. Nothing’s more important to me than my baby, okay? You come first. Always.”

“Really?” You asked. 

“Really.”

You opened your eyes, searching Bucky’s gaze for any doubt. What you saw was love, honesty, and hope. Your Baba would never lie to you—you knew that. But he would put his own happiness aside for yours. Bucky wanted this meeting to go well more than anything in the world. To have his two favorite people get along meant everything to him. While you knew he would wait for as long as you wanted him to, you also knew that his heart would break a little more each day. 

He’d told you all about the friendly blonde who walked into the bakery one day and stole his heart. According to Bucky, he was kind, funny, and an amazing artist. More importantly to you, this new “friend” made your Baba happier than ever before. He was perfectly happy with you, of course. But Steve managed to fulfill a space in Bucky’s heart that he didn’t even know existed. When he wasn’t working or playing with you, he could be caught smiling at his phone like a giddy teen. He even messed up a batch of cupcakes because the arrow that Cupid struck him with kept getting in the way. 

“I wanna go in.”

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows. “Are you sure, baby?”

You nodded. 

Bucky grinned, unable to keep the happiness within himself. “Okay, but you tell me the moment you wanna leave, alright?”

“I will, Baba.”

You took a deep breath before pushing open the oak doors. As you scanned the room, you were met with a familiar set of blue eyes and one of the warmest smiles you had ever seen.

[purestpup]

☁️ ⋆˚｡ ⋆ cg! bucky barnes ⋆ ｡˚⋆ ☁️

"Sweet pea, are you hiding from me again? Now its not nice to start the game without Papa knowing...oh are those little giggles i hear? Mmmh i didn't know pillows could move that that...boo! Ha, c'mon kid, time for dinner."