#anyway I���m thinking about Steve & Bucky again 🥺

[stevesbestgirl]

Their Girl is by far my favorite fic I was so excited to see you were making a season 2!!! I love both chapters, the dynamic of the other kids with the reader being the youngest melted my heart man! Can we pretty please get a sneak peak at the next chapter, if not that’s fine just wanted to let you know how much I enjoy your writing!

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This is so sweet! And I'm glad you liked it- I'm really trying to dig into the relationships in the second season 😊

And since you asked so nicely...

Daddy!Stucky x Little!F!Reader

826 words

Warnings: age regression, crybaby reader (we stan), reader is sleepy and overstimulated

A/N: This isn't necessarily the next chapter, but I hope it scratches that itch for a little while longer 😊

Bucky finally sat up on the couch, rubbing his face to wake himself, "I'm sorry, doll. It's my fault."

He held his arms out to you and you shuffled into them, still sulking. He kissed your neck, murmuring low, "Are you mad at me, princess?"

After several moments of serious contemplation, you sighed, "No. But 'm sad."

He pulled back to meet your gaze, "Can I make it up to you?" You couldn't think of anything else you wanted, so you stayed quiet. "That sad, huh?"

You nodded. 

"What about if we watch your show tonight? I won't tell Papa about your screen time."

"I heard that," Steve's voice rang out from the kitchen. He followed with a laugh, "But we can watch the show."

But you'd kind of been expecting that anyway, so it didn't make you feel better. "Nuh-uh."

Now it was Bucky's turn to pout, "Are you sure you're not mad at me, doll?"

You knew you weren't mad at Bucky, but you were groggy and disappointed and frustrated that you didn't know what you wanted instead. 

"No-" your voice wavered and broke, a single sniffle preceding a wave of real tears.

"Doll, I was just teasing- don't cry," Bucky panicked, pulling you back into his arms and stroking your hair. But the tears had started. 

"C-can't st-stop-" you stammered, shoulders heaving against Bucky's chest.

Bucky rubbed your back and murmured soothing words in your ear, but nothing made you feel better.

A tap on your shoulder sent you scrambling into Steve's arms. He hoisted you up on his hip, handing you a sippy cup, "Drink for me, sweets."

Suckling at the spout forced you to calm down some; after a minute, Steve was able to wipe your cheeks dry with his palm, "Better?"

Lowering your gaze, you nodded. Steve tipped your chin up, "We'll watch your show tonight and we'll play in the snow tomorrow."

You nodded again, murmuring, "Can we have ice cream?"

Steve laughed, "You don't know when to quit, do you?" But Bucky gave you a thumbs up behind Steve as he turned around. And sure enough, after dinner, while Steve cleaned up, Bucky dished out some ice cream.

Eating a big spoonful and humming, you jumped when Steve's hand landed on your shoulder. He spoke in your ear, "You're one spoiled girl, aren't you?"

Fixing him with a doe-eyed stare, you offered him a spoonful. Electing to take the bite instead of letting it drip onto the floor, he hummed, but kept his gaze on you, squeezing the back of your neck softly between his fingers. 

"We prefer 'doted on,' don't we, doll?" Bucky chuckled. 

Steve was quiet for a long moment, taking a seat at the table, "When did I stop being part of 'we?'"

Bucky was quick to get behind him, rubbing Steve's shoulders, "Of course you're part of 'we,' Stevie. I was only joking-"

"But not really, Buck. You two have this special connection. Sometimes I feel like the strict librarian while you two are giggling behind the shelves."

"Princess, are you finished with your ice cream?"

Glancing at your now empty bowl, you gave a reluctant nod.

Bucky swiftly warmed a washcloth under the tap, wiping your mouth clean before planting a kiss on your forehead, "I need to talk to Papa for a minute, can you play in your room?"

Hesitating, you fixed him with a wide-eyed gaze, "I'm not in trouble?"

Chuckling, he gave your butt a little pat, "No, you're not in trouble. We just need a couple of minutes alone."

Stealing a glance at Steve, who was uncharacteristically quiet, you nodded. But you detoured to hastily peck his cheek before scurrying down the hall to your bedroom. 

You halfheartedly played with your dolls, wondering how many minutes it had been. It couldn't hurt to tiptoe out and just see if they were almost done.

So you crept out of your room and hovered at the corner of the hallway. They were not done talking, in fact, but you stayed.

"-not that you're left out, it's that you need your own special relationship," Bucky was saying. "Like you and I have."

"If we both start letting her break the rules, why even have them?"

"I'll dial it back," Bucky said soothingly. "I know she needs structure. But you have let her know how special she is to you. Become her safe place; that was the whole point, right?"

Steve nodded, heaving a sigh. You finally had the good sense to take your leave, but your foot scuffed the carpet in your doorway as you backed in. As the now distant hum of their voices cut, you peeked around the corner of the doorway. "Can I come out now?"

They both laughed, but it was Bucky who answered, "You can march that cute little butt into the bathroom to get cleaned up; Papa will be right in."