#idk what to make next (if I find Bucky Bear’s pattern it’s that but I haven’t)

[tj-crochets]

One project at a time Halloween is taking over my living room

(aka I like version two of my jack o lantern pattern better so it and the crowchet crow are now in my living room)

[buckys-little-belle]

How do you think Steve or Bucky would’ve reacted or at least found out to reader being a little? 💕💕💕

jus feelin small

Steve / bucky x little!reader (they/them pronouns/kinda no pronouns used)

(These pics give off mafia!daddy vibes and im not mad, though it wasnt my intention. Low key should i start writting for mafia!daddy steve/bucky? Yes? No? Maybe? Idk, moving on �� but like should i? … let me know your thoughts in my inbox! They would be so protective omg, the “i hate everyone but my lil baby at home” vibes are so strong with these two. I need to stop I’m sorry!)

Warnings : i think some tears from the reader, lots of fluff, kinda long i wont lie, just sweet!steve who’s clueless at the beginning and loving!bucky who just wants his baby to allow him to accept them.

Authors note : i dont love how this came out, i had so many ideas it was hard to pin just a few down! I might write full fics in the future with the same ideas at play.

SFW - please keep all interactions with this fic and blog SFW.

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Steve

Steve is definitely a busy guy, he’s heavily involved in training new and current avengers, he’s also a mission leader, so he just always has something on his mind.

You got into the relationship knowing he would be busy, kind of knowing you could use that to your advantage. When he wasn’t around, off on missions or working on a project, you could regress at your apartment. Knowing its just you and that he won’t be able to catch on.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want him to know, of course you did, he’s your boyfriend and he’s trust worthy, but still your scared, not everyone is so open and accepting so showing someone your little side is scary.

Because he’s so busy and you genuinely hide this side of you he definitely doesn’t notice until its quite literally impossible to miss.

He has a key to your apartment for emergency’s of course, so one night when he’s finished work early he decides to stop by your place and check on you.

When he knocks and you don’t come to the door he just uses his key, thinking you’re most likely running an errand.

But you’re not, you’re actually in your spare bedroom completely regressed, totally unaware that someone even knocked on your door, happily playing with some toys that you have laid out in front of you.

Steve doesn’t even have time to take his coat off before he hears your voice in another room. Picking up short whispers and mumbles, as if you’re talking to someone but he can’t quite make out who you’re talking to.

He walks over to the spare bedroom door, his super soldier hearing desperately searching for a second persons response or even their breathing pattern, but he finds nothing to indicate another person in the room. When he finally accepts there is no one else in the room he hears your quite voice.

“Mr bear i need a snack. You?”

Steve chuckles, knowing you love having a waffle in the afternoon, it’s your “perfect snack” that you mention at least once a day to him.

When the door opens he’s met with an unexpected sight, you with a teddy bear held close to your body, a large t-shirt on and your hair messy. He slowly puts two and two together, the innocent look on your face, the teddy bear, the lack of pants and the toys scattered around the spare room floor. You’re an age regressor. He’s not surprised, he knew you were hiding something but he wasn’t sure what it was, he’s glad its this and not a second boyfriend.

“Hi my little love” he cooes, tears welling up in your eyes instantly, panic taking over your body.

“Hi” you whisper, scared of his next reaction and words.

“You going to get a waffle?” He asks, crouching down and holding your waist reassuringly, rubbing soothing circles onto your skin. You nod, too scared to try to speak, thinking of a rational excuse for the toys in your room and the bear in your arms. “Okay baby, I’ll help you. Don’t want you getting hurt huh?” He says as he picks you up, he feels your body stiffen, clearly scared and in distress about the situation.

“Its okay if you’re feeling little my love” Steve reassures you, a smile on his face and his hands rubbing up and down your back. “I’ll take care of you baby” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek, you finally give in and rest your head on his shoulder. You feel a sense of relief, he welcomed you with open arms and isn’t weirded out, making you feel right at home and safe in his arms.

Bucky

Bucky is definitely more aware, he’s not as busy as Steve and likes to spend almost all of his free time at your home.

He definitely has his suspicions when it comes to you being a little, the way you seem to slur your words when you get stressed and act more vulnerable.

When he confronts you about it you definitely just say its nothing, “i just get nervous when I’m stressed buck, thats all.”

He knows you’re lying, your heartbeat racing and your breathing uneven as you speak, but he lets you live out the lie. He doesn’t want to push you and he knows when you’re ready you’ll open up to him.

One day you come home from work, the day not going as planned and your stress and anxiety levels are through the roof. You’re big when you get home, embracing Bucky and agreeing to watch a movie.

Bucky makes you both a coffee and sits down next to you, at this point you’ve regressed, finally feeling free of your stress. You go to take a sip of the coffee in front of you, though when the taste resonates in your mouth a look of disgust covers your features. You wished it was juice, or even water, the taste completely unappealing to your little self.

Bucky chuckles, he knows your regressed but you’re still fighting the idea of telling him, trying to keep yourself and your little actions contained.

“Want some juice bubba?” Bucky asks, you smile but slowly begin to frown, you’re big you’re big you’re big!, you remind yourself, repeating the words in your head over and over again.

“No tanks” you mumble, completely unaware that your words are showing your regression and aren’t as accurate as they usually are,

You turn your attention back to the movie, beginning to feel uncomfortable in your clothing, the jeans bothering your skin and causing you to feel off. You really just want a big t-shirt your bear and some cartoons on.

You dont even realise you’ve begun to cry until Bucky’s hands grasp your face gently turning it to face him, his thumbs wiping away your tears. “What’s wrong my love” he cooes, his voice quiet and calm.

“Jus feelin small” you mumble, your too tired and uncomfortable to care about how vulnerable you’re being. Deep down you know Bucky is accepting and wants to help you so you give in, needing some help to feel better at the moment.

“I know bub” he stands up and scoops you up, brining you to your room and setting you on your bed. “Why don’t we get you changed, get a snack, and then watch a movie?” He suggests, you nod, how did he know exactly what i need?, you ask yourself, though you don’t search out an answer, just lifting your arms so Bucky can help you change your clothes.

You and Bucky sit on the couch for the rest of the day, your bear in one arm and Bucky’s metal arm in the other, he’s wrapped around you as you two sit on the couch, his embracing soothing you. “I lob you” you whisper, not sure if he can hear you.

“I love you too bub” he responds, placing a kiss on the top of your head and squeezing you a little tighter. Just Bucky and his baby against the world from now on.

[tj-crochets]

Should I make a ghost bat using the same pattern as the purple bat or a more realistic bat with a different bat pattern next?

[tj-crochets]

An update on what I’m making next! I got kinda ramble-y so it’s below the read more

-The local Joanns had a huge sale (40% off every full price item! 50% off plus 20% off that for fabric remnants!) so I stocked up on fabric, and have decided I am not allowed to buy any more fabric until I use some up - I shipped off the first item sold through my store today! - A creepy dude in the Joanns tried to impress me with his necklace, which was a large chunk of rock. He claimed it was “rose calcite”. Idk if that’s a thing, but he also tried to get me to guess how many carats it was??? And told me it was like $800 dollars a carat??? Why???? - I have the fabric to make Stitch!!! My list of what I’m making this week, in no particular order:  - another bee (to test the pattern, so one will be for sale in my store soon!) - a crocheted white elephant for a white elephant gift exchange - crocheted Bucky Barnes (for that Marvel auction from back in November!) - a crocheted ace dragon (by request, already spoken for) - Another sewing project: Stitch, a T-Rex for a coworker’s baby, a tie-dye bunny for my niece, a very furry sloth, a less furry blue sloth, a teddy bear if I can find/make a pattern I like...idk which I will make first but they are all planned. The bunny will probably be further down the list.