Bee 🧸 Age Regressor

[eeyoreslittlebee]

Welcome to Bumblebee's Corner! 🧸🍯

🧸🍯Hi there, welcome to my little corner and safe space!

🧸🍯Please do me a favour by reading through this so you can understand what my space is about and how not to overstep. Boundaries are incredibly necessary and I will uphold mine and block freely.

Some important information about me:

Big me;

🫧Name: Bee

Age: 31

Little me;

🫧Name: Bumblebee

🫧Age I regress to: 1-4

🫧I don’t pet regress or dream

🫧Lesbian (she/her)

Just a small reminder this is my safe space, I do block freely if I feel uncomfortable in anyway. This is my place to heal and connect to my childhood and maybe help others do the same in the process. 💛🧸

I realised with all the different posts I’m beginning to make I needed some tags for the specific posts!

🫧 Bumblebeebabbles: Little rants, vents or talks, mostly little me

🧸 Bumblebees Moodboards: Little Moodboards

🛼 Bumblebees Life: Big & Little life updates

🍂 Bumblebees Reblogs: Anything I reblog

🖍️ EeyoresLittleBee Writing: For my writing of caregiver x littlereader

⛈️ Eeyores LittleBee Headcanons: Headcanons of my fav characters either as caregivers or littles

🍯 Ask.Bumblebee: Any asks I answer

Likes & Dislikes 💛🍯

Likes;

Films/Shows: Wandavision, Agatha all along, other marvel, the golden girls, Outlander, Charmed, Winnie the Pooh, Bluey, Toy Story, Monster Inc, SpongeBob, The little mermaid, 101 Dalmatians, The parent trap, The Barbie Nutcracker, The Barbie Rapunzel , Kipper.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Peggy Carter, Agatha Harkness, Rio Vidal, Regina Mills, Eeyore & Pooh

Activities: Colouring, drawing, painting numbers, dot-to-dot, worksheets, diamond art, knitting, embroidery, reading, writing, fanfiction, puzzles, napping, and cuddling my stuffies.

Video Games: Disney dreamlight valley, Mario Kart, Crash Bandicoot

Food & Drink: PB&J Sandwich, Chocolate milk, porridge, hula hoops, animal chocolate biscuits, rice cakes, Jelly, Ice cream, Raspberries. Apple juice, pineapple juice, angel milk, cheese toasties, dino nuggets, and smiley face potatoes.

Comfort: silky, eeyore, sucking my thumb and my paci, and snuggles.

Dislikes

🫧Loud noise, bright lights, certain food textures, cauliflower, soggy food, velvet & microfiber.

Something else to be aware of before you follow me:

🫧I'm Autistic & have ADHD, RSD along with Anxiety, so with this in mind sometimes speaking and communicating with others can be difficult, not always, but sometimes.

🫧I will sometimes become burned out, due to many different factors, so give me time, I will usually need space, but I will be back, just give me time and understanding!

Let’s starts with the vital information: Rules

Please do not interact with my account if you fall into any of these categories;

🫧Cis het men (due to my own trauma and I do not own anyone further explanation in this)

🫧If you are under 18, & do not message me if under 21.

🫧NSFW/Kink

🫧DDLG/ABDL

🫧You sexualise in anyway Agere/petre or if you actually think in any level that it’s the same as kink (newsflash. It’s not!)

🫧Lastly, if you support autism speaks

🫧I do not have a caregiver but I am looking for one (26+)

🫧Asks are open, as long as you're respectful and abide by my boundries.

[cloudy-stars-reg]

Sometimes being small means just taking a nap cause regression is the only way you can get relaxed enough to sleep

[nostalgiclittlespace-deactivate]

IMPORTANT

I have discovered Baby Kipper and everyone needs to see it

[flutterpups]

๑◝ . 🍰 ︵ grandma's house moodboard !!

— inspired by my fancy grandma

[scary-caregiver]

Guardian Angel Stimboard

Requested by: Anon

☁️ - 🪽🌟🪽 - 🪽🌟🪽 - 🪽🌟🪽 - ☁️

[wyntercub]

one thing i like about agere tumblr is seeing the regressors with older age ranges share their interests because as someone with a very young age range it feels like watching your big sibling and their friends and sometimes not understanding but being entertained anyways

[whisperofaflame]

Mama Choose

WandaNat x Little!Reader ❀

Summary: The morning after some intense intimacy with your girlfriends, you wake up in their bed, feeling soft and small. Natasha and Wanda are there to catch and comfort you, whatever headspace you're in ♡

Word count: 2k ♡

Heads up: This is a SFW age regression one-shot. There is very vague reference to *something* having happened the night before, but otherwise this is just pure fluff ♡

Author's Note: I've never written something specifically about age regression before... this just kind of happened the other day (I think I was in need of comfort so gravitated towards writing something super fluffy). Thank you to everyone who let me know they'd be interested in trying this out from me, I needed that extra push! Anyway, I really hope this is okay 🥺♡

When you wake, your first instinct is to cling. Your body feels tired still, despite all the sleep. There will no doubt be bruises blooming on your skin, but last night feels too far away to contemplate those aches, like it was experienced by another person entirely. This morning your head is cloaked in the marshmallow fog of something beyond your usual subspace, something fluffy and fragile and undeniably small. Right now all you can think of is them, and you need to know that they’re beside you, that they will cushion your fall. 

Today it’s Natasha’s turn to be on the receiving end of your clinginess, since she’s the one in front of you when your eyes open and the fuzzy desperation kicks in. Your fingers find her vest top and wrap around the bottom of the strap, clinging to the triangle of fabric like this will anchor you to her forever. She’s asleep, which surprises you. Natasha is always awake before you, always ready. Seeing her sleeping is strange, and although she looks so pretty and peaceful like this, you need her awake so you can reassure yourself of her love.

One more little tug prompts Natasha’s eyes to flicker open, and her lips curl into a smile when she meets your avid gaze. One glance down at your hand tells her everything she needs to know about your mindset this morning. You’re floating in the hot air balloon which always carries you away after an intense scene. The aftercare they give you inflates the balloon with warmth, and it rises according to the amount they give, the amount you need. This time their sweetness and reassurance has sent you so high into the clouds, there is no sign of returning to land anytime soon. The twitching of your nose and the way your knuckle sits between parted lips are telltale signs of this. Natasha knows you, and she knows that your head always gets more fuzzy as the altitude increases. Softer. Smaller.

Natasha cups your cheek and kisses you on the forehead. You just blink at her with doe-eyes for a while, feeling awestruck and expectant, then you wriggle a little closer and nuzzle into her arm. She is your whole world right now, and it takes a while for your brain to make space for anyone else. When you remember, you turn around to find the bed empty on your other side. 

“Mommy is in the bathroom,” Natasha tells you, gesturing with her eyes towards the ensuite door, which is surrounded by the slight glow which signals its occupied status. Her words reassure you instantly, both from the explanation and her ready use of the right title. It simply clicks together in your brain without need for translation, the puzzle pieces the right size and offering the right connections. You turn back to her, replacing your head against her arm. Once safely nestled, you sigh out your content, your breath warm against her arm — probably tickling the soft blonde hairs which grow there. She strokes the back of your head with the hand of the arm you have claimed, her open palm running down the braid she made last night. Her other arm is wrapped around your waist, her fingers creeping up your vest and dancing lightly up and down the bumps of your spine, which protrude a little in your curled-up state. You always seem smaller, somehow, on mornings like this. Perhaps because your limbs are always tucked in, pulling things close and clinging to your girlfriends, or any other source of comfort you can find in the devastating but rare event of their absence. 

“What do you want for breakfast, little one?” she asks, and you frown, lips pouting against your knuckle. Your brain is too fuzzy to think. Can’t she see that? Mommy would know; Mommy would take over if you were silent for so long. But Natasha is just waiting, expecting an answer you can’t give.

“Mama choose,” you mewl, the words slipping out without planning, without any awareness that this name is new.

There’s a pause, in which she stops stroking your arm and stays motionless and silent for a few moments. Just long enough to make something stir beneath the fog; the slightest niggle of worry twitching in your belly. But before it can awaken, she resumes the soft motions of her fingers on your skin and responds to you with a measured calm. 

“Okay,” Natasha says quietly. “Mama can choose when she is out the bathroom.”

You look up at her then, feeling a little lost. Something isn’t right about her answer. Why the need for waiting? You don’t get it, but you also don’t have the words to question it. So you wait, thoughts too disconnected to contemplate the confusion. 

When Wanda opens the door she immediately breaks into a smile at the sight of you and her wife curled up together. Natasha frees one hand from you to gesture for her to come, and Wanda approaches, sitting on the bed and stroking your thigh. 

“Our little one wants you to choose what we have for breakfast,” Natasha tells her, and you look up at her, your eyes glistening with tears when you process what she’s saying. 

“No!” you whine, clamouring for her to understand, tugging at her top in frustration. “Mama choose.”

She stares down at you, her eyebrows furrowed. There’s no recognition, no understanding in her eyes.

“My love,” Wanda says, huffing with laughter. “She doesn’t mean me. She means you.”

Natasha’s lips part into a small O, and you begin to tremble. She doesn’t want this. She doesn’t want you. You turn your head into her arm, because there’s nowhere else to hide. 

“Oh, baby…” Natasha breathes, stroking your back as you sob. “Is that right?” She pauses, finds your chin and tilts it up so you look at her again. There’s an odd expression on her face. She seems nervous, and it scares you. “Am I… am I mama?”

You give the smallest nod, then pull away from her hand to hide again, because you can’t bear to see the disgust on her face. You can’t bear the shame. 

“Oh.” It’s a tiny sound she emits. A sound that wavers and crackles with emotion. You cry into her despite her obvious distaste. You cry over what you’ve said, what you’ve done. But then she moves her arms, putting her hands under your armpits, scooping you up and turning you until you’re sitting side-saddle on her lap and hiding your face in her shoulder. “Baby, I... I’d love to be your mama.” 

Your sobs stutter a moment, as you process her words. But you’re too scared to believe them. Too scared to emerge from your safe place hidden in her shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry that I didn’t understand at first, little one,” she tells you, stroking your hair and then wiping away your tears when you look up at her in hope. She has tears of her own, pooling on her lashes and making her eyes twinkle. “I get it now. I — Mama was just a bit surprised for a moment. Happy surprised. Because you’re mine, and I’m so, so lucky to have you.” 

She rocks you then, hushing your leftover cries of overwhelm and kissing your forehead until you calm down and your breath slows. Her body is warm against yours, her grip steady and sure. She’s holding you so tightly, you couldn’t escape even if you wanted to.

“My girls,” Wanda hums happily, stroking the back of your neck and playing with the baby hairs that didn’t make it into the braid. She leans forward and gives Natasha a kiss on the lips, her hand still gently placed on the back of your neck. You watch, blinking away the tears that still cling to your lashes. Your mamas are so pretty. 

“So what does mama want for breakfast?” Wanda prompts, smiling between you and Natasha, who grins. 

“I am thinking pancakes,” she hums. “What do you think, malen’kaya printsessa?” 

You wrinkle up your nose at the nickname, because it’s new. But new doesn’t mean bad; new just means you’re not sure. But pancakes aren’t new. Pancakes you are very sure about. So you nod. 

“Pancakes it is, then,” she murmurs. “Our princess has spoken.” And she gives you a kiss on the nose, making you giggle. 

“Pancakes sounds wonderful,” Wanda agrees, and she tickles your feet just a little, prompting a pout. 

“Mommyyyy…” you whine, “no tickles!” 

“Sorry baby,” Wanda apologises, stopping at once and giving you a kiss on your cheek, which makes your pout evaporate. “Now, who would you like to make pancakes?”

You consider that for a moment. Mama usually makes the pancakes, and she makes them well. But Mommy is an excellent cook. You’re sure she can manage, and that would mean you could stay right here where it’s comfy, cradled on Mama’s lap. 

“Mommy make them please?” you ask quietly, feeling a wobble in your tummy at the act of choosing, in case you upset her. “And Mama stay?”

“Of course baby,” Wanda tells you, with a smile that soothes your worries. “Such beautiful manners too, my darling girl. You stay here with Mama, and I’ll make the pancakes.”

“Not big ones,” you clarify quickly, heart thudding at the thought. You hate big pancakes. They make your mouth feel fluffy and your tummy feel too full. But Mommy doesn’t seem to understand; she’s wearing that frown which means she’s thinking hard and still doesn’t know what you mean. But you can’t work out how to explain; the words won’t fit together. So you bury your face in your Mama’s neck, upset at your ineptitude and resigning yourself to a yucky breakfast.

“She means she doesn’t want them to be too thick,” Natasha says smoothly. “She wants thin ones — blinis, rather than American pancakes. That’s right, isn’t it, little one?” She guides you to raise your head with a gentle stroke of your cheek, clearly wanting to check your face for confirmation.

You smile at her in relief, and nod. You turn to face Wanda then, giving your Mommy a nod too, just to make sure. She smiles back at you.

“Of course, I forgot how much my baby likes thin pancakes. I’ll make lots and lots, and then you can do the toppings yourself, when they’re ready. Does that sound okay, little one?” 

You nod again, then fall back into Natasha’s hold with a sigh, watching your Mommy leave with a slight sadness, but one which is soothed by your Mama’s steady stroking of your arms. 

You stay quiet for a while, your bodies melting together and heartbeats slowing to a synchronised thud. 

“I love you so much, baby,” she whispers into the crown of your head. “You have no idea how much it means to me, to be your Mama.”

You look up at her, and see her smiling down at you, her cheeks glistening with tears. You reach up, trying to stroke them away, the way she and Mommy do for you.

“Happy?” you nervously check, as your thumb brushes one away.

“Yes, kroshka moya. Happy tears. Very happy tears.”

Even despite her reassurance, your eyes begin to water too. You can’t help it. Seeing anyone cry always sets you off. And you feel so fragile right now, so wobbly. 

“Oh, baby,” she coos, returning the favour and mirroring your actions, wiping away a tear with a gentle stroke of her thumb. “Look at the two of us, hm? Are these happy tears too?”

You nod, your hand lifting to grab at her own, needing something to hold, needing another piece of her, although you have so much already.

“Love you, Mama,” you whisper, and Natasha closes her eyes a moment and takes a deep breath, like she’s feeling something too big to share. Then she opens her eyes, and she leans her head down so her forehead presses against yours, skin touching skin.

“Mama loves you too,” she whispers back, her lips forming the words so close to your face that they become part of the air you breathe. The words settle in your lungs, seep into your blood and are pumped around your body until every fibre of your being is marked by the sentiment and imbued with your Mama’s love. 

“So very much, baby. Forever.”

Author's Note: Thank you for reading, especially if this is something you didn't expect me to post/don't usually read. I don't have any experience of age regression but I found this really comforting to write, so if there are folk who enjoyed it then I might do/share more of this kind of writing in the future. Please let me know what you think -- constructive comments are welcome too (as long as they are kind) ♡

[wandanatsbee]

Winnie the Pooh Day

Pairing: C!gWandaNat x Little!Fem!Reader

Summary: Mommy Wanda and Mama Nat treat you to a very special day, taking you out for the day and then having a cosy evening with the two of them.

Content Warnings: 18+, age regression, consensual caregiver dynamics, use of a pacifier, lactation/nursing, diapers for regression NOT AGEPLAY, comfort feeding, emotional intimacy, and soft domestic themes.

Word Count: 2.6k

Reading Time: 13 Minutes

Authors Note: Happy Birthday to my friend @wandanatslove to the beautiful, amazing, incredible human that you are <3 Sorry it's a few days late sweetheart <3

🍼Hi sweet little ones! Thank you for reading this story. This fic includes regression themes like pacis, nursing, and soft caregiver & little dynamics. Please remember though, that my blog is an 18+ space. That means it isn't a safe place for littles to wander on their own. So be sure to have your caregiver to find other stories for you to read!

You are loved. You are safe. Take care of your little self.

You awoke to two soft sets of footsteps walking towards your crib. Your body folded over, sitting on your knees and elbows with your bottom in the air.

"Ladybug?” The soft Slovakian voice whispered, kneeling down and unlocking the bars at the side of your bed. Her fingers gently stroking the side of your soft cheek, your lips wrapped around your thumb, suckling slowly. “Baby girl, I know you can hear me.” Wanda’s eyes stayed on you, whispering nothing but softness as her fingers continued stroking your baby skin.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Nat’s voice came, hand firmly on your back.

“Nooooooooooooooooooooo,” you whimper, letting out the longest ‘o’ sound they think they had ever heard from you.

“We have a special day planned, honey.” Natasha’s fingers gently tracing your spine over your little-footed onesie. “A Winnie the Pooh day…”

At that, your eyes went wide, and you rolled over, sitting up quickly. You grabbed Eeyore and Winnie the Pooh stuffies. “Win da fooh!” Thumb still in your mouth, but a wide smile could be seen painted on your little face.

“Yes,” Wanda smiled. “It’s the author’s birthday, the man who wrote Winnie the Pooh, so why don’t we get you dressed, and have some breakfast, go out, and then this evening we can watch your favourite one, and maybe if you’re super good—”

“Mommy’s boobie!” You announce, hands already grabby towards Wanda’s chest.

“Always a booby girl, this one, big and little.” Nat teased gently, as she swooped in, picking you up from under your arms like you weighed nothing, placing you on her hip as she carried you through to the bathroom.

Sleepy.

Hair ruffled.

Onesie twisted.

Your head laying on Nat’s shoulder.

Thumb in your mouth and dribble on your chin.

Once you reached the bathroom, Nat sat you on the side of the sink; the marble felt cold even beneath your onesie. A shiver sent down your spine, your fingers still clung to Nat, as if she let you go, you’d be sucked away right down the plug hole and to a whole other dimension.

“Baby, you need to let go.” Nat tried, but with the shake of your head she pulled your fingers from her shirt. “Hey, I’m right here, but we have to give this cheeky little face a wash and these sharp teeth a brush, okay?”

“NO!” You huffed and shouted, kicking your feet, dangling over the side and not quite reaching the floor.

“No special day for you then.” Nat smirked, getting the washcloth ready.

“Waith! I want spethial day!” You pouted and happily let Nat wash your little face, pride lacing her voice anytime she spoke.

And that was how it went all day; if you didn’t want to do anything, if you didn’t want a diaper change, or if you didn’t want to get dressed or to leave the house. Wanda and Nat would lightly threaten ‘no special day’ for their little one. Which always forced you to relent and stop your tantrum or pouting.

The day had been good so far; Nat fed you your bottle before leaving the house so you wouldn’t be reaching for Wanda’s way of feeding whilst out in public. They got you dressed in just some black leggings and a Winnie the Pooh top, frilly socks and little dolly shoes. They packed up the car with your diaper bag and pushchair just in case you needed them.

The day was spent buying you a new Eeyore and a new paci with Winnie the Pooh on, then finding a bridge with a small stream where you could throw “pooh sticks” over, and even with the looks you got, both Wanda and Nat protected you and made sure you stayed focussed on your stick, and when you asked, “Mommy whith ones mine?” Wanda would point to the winning stick, even if it wasn’t actually yours, but the most important thing was that it made you happy.

After the Pooh sticks, they took you to a cafe that you’d been going to for a while now, one that was specifically for age regressors and their caregivers. They sat you on floor playing with your blocks, whilst the two of them had their coffee and some lunch, you’d have your food later.

They had something special planned.

“How’s she doing today?” The owner of the cafe asked, looking from you concentrating on your blocks, thumb in your mouth, placing one block on top of the other, then she looked and up to Wanda and Nat.

“Mmm, good, thank you Harriet. She’s doing well today, but she’s getting tired.” Nat nodded towards the way your eyes were beginning to shut every few seconds, but you were forcing them back open to build your castle.

“NOOOOO!” You wailed, screeching and throwing a block at the wall as you began kicking your feet, which raised an eyebrow from both your mommies.

“See?” Nat chuckled, “Okay, let me come pay, and we’ll take her home.” Nat pulled out her wallet and followed Harriet to the counter, whilst Wanda tidied the blocks away, ignoring your wailing, before pulling you into her lap and holding you close.

“Sweetheart, I need you to stay awake just a bit longer. I need you to walk to the car for me…” Wanda’s finger gently traced lines over your cheek, which wasn’t helping your sleepiness—you just wanted to fall asleep right there, clinging to the warmth of your mommy, with her fingers on your skin, her heart beating beneath your ear, and her lips kissing your crown.

“I spot a sleepy baby,” Nat smirked, coming back to the two of you, a new book in hand. “Honey,” Nat crouched down, gently pulling your thumb from your mouth. “Look,” Nat held up the book between her fingers.

A picture book.

“POh!” You said sleepily, eyes tired, trying to focus on the Pooh bear book Nat was holding, the outline of the yellow bear barely coming into focus.

“Let’s get her home.” Wanda whispered.

Nat nodded in agreement, picking you up from Wanda’s lap as if you weighed nothing. Usually, they would make you walk home, but due to how exhausted you were, Nat didn’t care—she held you under your diapered bum, your legs wrapped around her waist and balancing you on her hips loosely, your arms curled between your own chest and Nat’s, and your head dropped to her shoulder, drool covering your lips.

Wanda packed everything away, your juice and snacks that she tried to give you, but you refused because “No, Mommy! I build Pooh and fwiends dare casle!” so Wanda had left them on the side until you were ready, but they went untouched.

The three of you left the cafe, saying goodbye to Harriet, and you were fast asleep by the time Nat stepped outside with you in her arms.

“She’s exhausted.” Nat whispered, ignoring the people around and protecting you with everything in her, as was Wanda.

“Not surprising, building a castle for her friends.” Wanda’s hand stayed on your back and the other on Nat’s. “Good job; she can have a nap in the car.” Wanda said as she bit into an apple, “Oh, and I’m driving.”

Nat scoffed, “I-” frowning as she realised she couldn’t feel the keys in her back pocket.

“Looking for these?” Wanda smirked, holding up the car keys.

“I gUeSs yOuR dRiViNg.” Nat said with an annoyed tone, but not too loud as to not wake you.

The car journey home wasn’t too long, but they settled you into your car seat, and immediately, your thumb was back in your mouth, which they both couldn’t help but laugh at. Wanda was already sat in the driver’s seat, twisting round to look at you—they weren’t laughing to tease; it was more about how sweet and utterly adorable you looked.

You’d been regressed for quite a while at this point, and they would be damned if they let anyone but them take care of you.

Nat pushed your Eeyore stuffie into your spare arm and took off your shoes and socks. She knew how much you hated them, so she always removed them as soon as she was able to.

The drive home was full of soft things, soft voices, and your mommies singing along to the Mamma Mia soundtrack.

But you? You didn’t wake up once. You stayed where you were, in the same postion. Sleeping, snoring a little and dribbling as your thumb stayed in your mouth, but not sucking. Nat was sure you loved your thumb more than them, but she’d never say that—and she didn’t really mean it.

Once the three of you arrived home, Nat was the one tasked with getting you out of the car, whilst Wanda was the one who had a little something special to make for you before you had your milk for bedtime.

Wanda heard you and Nat coming in, you whimpering a little bit from being woken up, but it didn’t matter; Nat had you, and she heard her switch the TV on and the titles of Frozen play.

“Nat, she’s about to eat, no TV—”

“It’s just to settle her, Miss Moody!” Nat hollered back, making you giggle. It was always something they did intentionally, just to hear the little squeal of laughter escape your lips as they teased each other.

A happy home was important to them both.

Wanda rolled her eyes, pouring her homemade honey into some jars and the tea into the Winnie the Pooh teapot that you bought them both for Mother's Day (with some help from Steve). Then she cut up the toast with the Pooh Bear, Piglet and Eeyore toastie cutter and plated them up, setting it all on the table, including your little Eeyore plate, and the tea as far away from your seat as possible. Wanda and Nat, of course, had their usual adult plates at their place setting.

“Okay, is there a little one around here somewhere ready for her surprise?” Wanda called out, dusting her hands off on her pants.

You came barreling in, squealing and running into Wanda’s arms; she somehow managed to quickly pick you up and plop you into your seat.

“POOH!!!” You squealed, seeing his face as your toast, “Eeeyor an Pigwet!!”

“That’s right baby,” Wanda smiled softly, her fingers reaching up to the side of your face, and tucking a strand of hair back behind your ear “Now, if you can eat two slices of toast, Mommy will feed you your milk before bedtime, okay?”

“One!” You held up your finger to Wanda, proud of yourself for getting the right finger up.

“That’s right, that’s one, but this,” Wanda smiled, patient as always, as Nat poured their tea as Wanda bent up a second of your fingers, “is how many Mommy wants you to eat, okay?”

“Two?” You frowned.

“Two.”

“Otay I twy.”

“Good girl.” Wanda pulled you in closer to the table, and she spread some honey over the Pooh Bear toast, placing it into your little hands. You weren’t always great at eating, which is why Wanda and Nat kept you on milk a lot of the time, but they always ensured you had solid food too; you couldn’t survive on breastmilk alone, no matter how much you often tried to make it so.

So you tried, you always tried for them.

You took a bite, despite being upset at having to bite of Pooh bears ear, then his eyes, then his other eye and nose until he was almost all gone.

“Okay, my bad, didn’t realise she would be this upset about eating him.” Wanda sighed as she cut Eeyore’s face in half, which did. not. help.

“EEYORE!!!” you cried, still chewing the last of Pooh, big tears rolling down your cheek, and your bottom lip pushed out and into a pout.

“Well, what did you expect Wands,” Nat chuckled, grabbing a tissue and leaning across the table wiping away your tears. “the girl loves her hundred acre woods characters”

“NOOOOO! EEYOREEEE!!” You wailed, kicking your feet a throwing your sippy cup across the room.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Wanda sighed “I’m sorry Mommy cut Eeeyore’s face in half, but if you keep having this tantrum, you’ll go to bed with no boob time, okay?”

“Wanda!” Nat gasped, with a small smirk on her lips.

“What?”

Wanda’s word hit home with you, the one thing you always love at the end of any day was a feed. She had begun making sure she had enough milk for you anytime you needed it, wether it was for hunger of for comfort, she always wanted you to feel like you could have it even when you were big.

You decided not to risk your ‘no boob time’, so you ate what Wanda had plated up, whilst Nat got you a new drink, not that you were going to end up having any of it, because in the next moment just as you finished your last bite of Eeeyore, your head dropped and nearly landed on your plate—Wanda caught you just in time, her finger and thimb gripping your cheeks gently.

“Right, little dove, shall we get you cleaned up, and we can watch Winnie the Pooh?”

“Pooh, I wan Pooh…” you said sleepily, your head still being held up by Wanda’s hand.

“Come snuggle bug.” Wanda lifted your head and took the wash cloth that was handed to her by Nat. and giving your face an all over wash, and then doing the same on your hands, reaching into every little part of your soft skin. “Good girl.” Wanda smiled before she turned to her wife, who was beginning to clear up, mumbling something in Russian that you couldn’t quite gather. “Nat you okay for a minute?”

“Yeah, I’ll clean up and come and join you in a moment. I’ll make you some tea.” Nat smiled, gripping her plate and Wanda’s, before leaning in and pressing her lips to her wifes leaving a quick but soft kiss on Wanda’s lips.

Once settled on the couch with Winnie the Pooh playing in the back ground, Wanda stripped you of your leggings, just leaving you in your top, and crinckly diaper. She moved your head, settling it in the crook of her arm.

And then Nat joined, placing the two teas on the coffee table and sitting beside you, moving your feet onto her thighs, thumb rubbing small circles over your ankle.

Wanda’s finger stroked gently down your nose as you were already falling asleep, “sweetheart, not just yet, lets get some milk into cute little belly.” she said, patting your tummy, you hadn’t eaten much today, but the milk always helped to keep you fed, and full, and comforted.

Wanda slipped her shirt off her shoulder with Nat’s gentle help, and the unclasped her nursing bra, before placing the shiled over her nipple. Then, gently with her thumb she parted your lips and pressed her nipple into your mouth…and just like that, your mouth begun to move, suckling. Gentle at first, your tongue moving with your lips, pulling in the sweet taste of Wanda’s milk.

Her fingers stroking your nose, and then your cheek, watching as your mouth moved desperately hungry for her milk, watching you as you swallowed it down, breathing softly, until your eyes shut and all that could be heard was the soft little suckling of your wet lips as the milk continued to trickle down your throat and wet the side of your lips, and the noise of winnie the pooh in the background—your head going soft like candy floss and settled bettween your Mommies, after the best Winnie the pooh day ever. Falling asleep in Wanda’s arm, lips still attched, and milk drunk by the time Wanda pulled you gently from her breast.

“We love you sweet girl,” Wanda whispered.

“Our best little dove.” Nat agreed.

With that, with you asleep, the three of you stayed seated, with the gentleness, softness, and calmness of the day lingering like a colourful aura, which stuck to you all like a moth to a flame.

[wandanatsbee]

Our Little LadyBug

Pairing: C!gWandaNat x Little!Fem!Reader

Summary: After fleeing a cruel class and nearly being hurt on the way to Wanda’s gallery, you are reminded that no matter the danger outside, Mommy and Mama will always be your safest place.

CW: 18+, Age regression, Non-sexual age regression intimacy, caregiver & little dynamics, Pacifier use, Breastfeeding, nursing (non-sexual, comfort-focused), Bullying and verbal humiliation (from professor + classmates), Mention of trauma coping mechanisms, Stranger danger, physical restraint (cab driver scene), Alcohol use (cab driver shown as drinking), Light fear of elevators, Soft parental discipline (firm tone, talks about safety) Domestic fluff & family comfort, Milk-drunk, regression themes throughout, Protective/possessive caregiver behaviour, Emotional comfort.

Word Count: 12.1K

Reading Time: 1 Hour

Authors Note: This is a repost from my reading/old account, it was my first time publishing one of my age regression fics, and I was terrified. So please be kind in the comments. Thank you to my lovely moots for giving me the extra push I needed to write and publish this.

You felt your heart beating so fast as you raced across town to get to Wandas place of work, tears threatening to spill as your feet carried you along the way, splashing into each rain filled puddle without a care—but Wanda would. Your Winnie the Pooh backpack rubbing slightly against your back, but you didn’t care. You needed her. You needed your mommy.

Your little red shoes, and frilly white socks with rose petals on the outside ankle, now dirty from the muddy water you kept splashing in as you ran, breathing hard after walking out half way through another lecture. Your tutor and half the class making fun of you, and you hadn’t decided if you should tell Wanda yet or not, but you knew if you told Nat, she would be down the university like a shot gun and you just didn’t want the bullying to get any worse, so for now you decided not to tell them—but you knew that wouldn’t last long as soon as Wanda or Nat would ask you what’s wrong.

Finally you turned the corner barely holding onto your last breath, and you saw the large building, old, from about 1800 Wanda had once told you when you asked her why it looked so weird. The name across it ‘Maximoff Historical Art Gallery’. A small smile crept onto your lips, wet from the rain now beginning to fall again, and you ran over to the building—crossing the road you almost got knocked over from not looking, which happened when you were overwhelmed or your head was fuzzy, melting into little space. You were so focussed on getting to the building you didn’t notice the guy from the yellow cab getting out and marching towards you with a dangerous look in his dark eyes.

“Oi!” The man growled, but you didn't think anyone like that would be talking to you, and you kept going until you got into the building, you could breathe again, warm, dry and—

“Oww!!” You whimpered, feeling his hand around the back of your neck, tears prickling again, but the man didn’t seem to care, he just saw you as the girl who he almost knocked over and didn’t look where she was going, but the smell of alcohol on his breath told you he shouldn’t of been driving in the first place.

You were stood in a small reception area, white walls, and ivy along the ceiling. There was a blonde woman sat behind the desk, hair up in a ponytail, a small amount of makeup, you thought she looked pretty. She was someone you recognised well, Pepper Potts. Mommy’s friend. She stood in an instant upon seeing the commotion, walking with purpose over to the two of you, her eyes narrowed in on the gross man. “If you wouldn’t mind taking your hands off her.”

“Does she belong to you?” The man growled, fingers accidentally pinching your skin, you couldn’t help the hiss escaping your parted lips.

Pepper looked at you with a reassuring smile, it didn’t do much to convince you with an underlying look on her face. One you didn’t quite recognise. “One moment, I shall call her partner, but let her go, or I’ll call the police.” Pepper said, not moving from your side.

“I should be calling the police on her.” His grip loosened from the sweat between his hand and your neck, but he didn’t let go entirely. Pepper seeing that’s all she was getting looked at you with a soft smile, reassuring you it was all going to be okay. But how could it be? You didn’t understand what you’d done wrong or why this stranger hated you so much without even knowing who you were, and Pepper could see that confusion spread across each crinkle on your face.

Pepper returned to her desk, and picked up the dark red phone, dialling the number—calling the very person you desperately needed right now. “Wanda sorry to disturb you, I know yoi’re in a meeting,” Pepper shook her head at you ensuring you didn’t feel guilty for pulling your Mommy out her meeting “yes, I know, well we have a bit of a situation with your little one…Mmhh, a man is here with her and won’t remove his hand from her…very much so.” Pepper agreed to something Wanda had said, eyes never leaving yours as the man still held onto you fingers sticky from the mix of sweat and rain water.

You wanted to scream, the feel of his hands in you, his close proximity, it was sending you over the edge, a sensory storm brewing in the thickness of his touch.

Pepper slowly placed the phone down, after what looked like a loud voice shouting into her ear. Pepper looked over at you—then to him “She’ll be right down.” she winked at you, making you feel a little more at ease knowing your Mommy was on her way, and soon you could sink further and be in safe hands.

“She?” The man frowned, looking more perplexed than you were. You still didn’t know what you’d done wrong. His confusion about the person coming down to sort out the situation being a woman seemed to rattle him, his grip nowhere near as tight and you probably could have wiggles out, but something inside stopped you. Maybe it was knowing that she was on her way and she would safe you from whatever this was.

“Yes she. Wanda.” Pepper spoke firmly, her face stern with him unlike the softness she had always given you. “As in Maximoff, the woman who owns and runs this place, the woman whose partner you are holding.” Pepper raised an eyebrow “did you not see the building this little one walked into?” Pepper asked, not straying her eyes from the two of you for a minute.

Your senses were going off the chart, a faint wiff of alcohol on the man’s breath, mixed with sweat, almost choking on the scent “You’re gonna be in so much trouble.” You sung, looking up at him almost gleeful trying to take your mind of the situation in a round about way. Your eyes shifted away from him and back to Pepper when his grip tightened again, but soon loosened when he saw the red light in the elevator turn on, counting down the numbers from floor twelve.

“Bug, not now sweetheart, hey, be good, stay still and I…” pepper pondered for a moment, her hand disappearing behind her grey desk and reappearing with a sherbet lemon in her hand for you to see “…give you a special sweetie when she's down.” Pepper eyed you with a small smirk. You stayed as still as you could waiting for Mommy and waiting for your sherbet lemon.

The man was so focused on what Pepper was doing, frowning as he watched her curiously, that he didn’t hear the elevator door ping open. His hand was still gripping your neck as pepper played hide and seek with the sweetie making you giggle and keeping you distracted from the mean man—which is what you’d named him in your head. Not smelly man, or can man, or even alcohol man, no he was the mean man.

“Get. Your. Hands. Off. Her.” The voice sliced through the air like ice. Cold and deadly as her piercing blue eyes watched. She slowly made her way towards the two of you, after stepping out the elevator in a forest green, tight fitted dress, black heels, hair done up into a pony tail with some loose strands of red hair dancing around her face and her arms crossed over her chest with a look that could kill.

“She’s yours?” The man asked, he was quiter now, not so cocky, but even so that question despite it being truthful, about you being Wanda’s, something about the way he asked it made you feel in edge and you began to squirm under his hold.

“Yes. Now I won’t ask again. Remove your hand from her neck before I remove it for you.” Wanda said again stepping closer. Her voice colder than you’d ever heard it even when she and Nat got into heated arguments, it was never cold like that.

“Mommy…” you squirmed, trying to get away, but his hand on you was too strong.

“She ran in front of my cab.” His voice not as confidence or nasty as when you first met him “Little cow didn’t even look.” The man huffed, but with Wanda’s icy look he finally removed his slimmy hand from the back of your neck and you quickly ran to Mommy, tears starting to fall as you wrapped your arms around her—tight.

“Pepper…would you mind.” Wanda called out, holding you close until Pepper was there at your side “go with Pepper sweetheart, I’ll be done in just a minute and then we’ll go upstairs.”

Pepper took you by the hand, leading you away from the conflict, you reluctantly went with her, hand in hers as Pepper took you over to her desk as you continued to look over your shoulder at Mommy, having her safety and then leaving it made you feel nervous—like you might not get it back again. Wanda’s eyes followed you until you were sat, her eyes shone with a happiness everytime she saw you.

“So what?” Wanda suddenly snapped, making you jump as well as the man “okay so you didn’t knock her over, congratulations. Instead you decided, I know what I’ll do I will follow a clearly distressed woman into a building to what? Finish the job?” Wanda’s voice was like a lethal injection. Your small fingers gripping onto Peppers as you watched on.

“No, I—” he spluttered, looking from Wanda to you and back to Wanda again. He had been warned. But Wanda could make grown men weep if anyone went near her family, but especially Natasha and you. She was protective in ways that you didn’t dare think about.

Wanda didn’t even let him finish “No you don’t. You don’t get to come into my place of work, threatening someone vulnerable that I love, when you smell like a god damn brewery,” she said stepping closer almost nose to nose with the man, your eyes never leaving them for a second, heart hammering away in your little chest.

“What’s a bewy?” You whispered to Pepper, looking up at her with a frown, sat on the warmth of her lap, back against her chest, asking her questions about what Mommy has just said. “Is it bad?”

“Shhh, just watch Mommy be a superhero.” Pepper whispered into your ear, making your squirm from the tickling sensation, her hands holding you tighter so didn’t fall flat on your face. You sucked on the sweetie, and pepper ran her finger over the side of your ear, her touch making you feel soothed and safe.

“Yes, I grant you she should have looked, but she doesn’t understand danger. I will have a talk with her about it,” you gulped,at Mommy’s words before hearing her continue “but, you—” Wanda paused, growing impatient “have been drinking, and you're driving a cab? I could have your licence removed so fast you’d get whiplash. I suggest you leave.” Wanda said, firm, and commanding, her flicking to you and her who face softening and the image of you snuggled against Pepper.

The man tried to get some form of wording out but it was no use, and he turned on his brown shoed heels to leave, but he didn’t get to the door beforehand Wanda spoke again “one more thing.” Wanda said looking towards you with a grin, and back to him “you’re on CCTV, so we know what you look like, and you are banned for life, so is your family.” It was cut throat, but it needed to be done—to protect you.

Banned for life. Wow. You thought that was the worst thing Mommy could have done, like being banned from sweets or cartoons, the horror of it made you shiver.

“You okay sweetheart?” Pepper asked, feeling your body tremble in her grip. You nodded in response, and she seemed to accept your answer.

Mommy was giving the mean man the ultimate punishment that you couldn’t even imagine. Him and his family banned for life. Your little brain couldn't quite compute it all. But when Wanda turned to you with that soft reassuring smile you understood instantly. Mommy ensured you were safe from the mean man and his family. To you in the moment Mommy was the most magical being, making the scary, mean man vanish from your life forever, and knowing it was her that did that—you’d remember this moment forever and a day.

“My family?” The man frowned, clearly frustrated that his actions had caused his whole family to be banned from Wanda’s place of work. “But they didn’t do anything.” He grumbled.

“They’re related to you. That’s enough, now shoo.” Wanda glared, waving her hands, mimicking shooing an annoying bird or her premises and as far away from as she could make him go without following him out.

“Women” the man muttered, leaving the building, but still letting out a ridiculously exaggerated sigh as he left—much like you did when you had a tantrum. The thought making you blush a little.

Wanda looking relatively pleased with herself, let out her own sigh of relief before turning toward you. She walked with a soft purpose over to the desk where you and Pepper sat, leaning over she took one of the red jelly babies that lay on the other side of peppers desk, her favourites and smiled at you softly, making your whole heart turn to mush. “Hey sweetheart”

"Pepper would you call Nat, she might already be upstairs. Tell her what happened, and tell her she needs to take Bug home with her, I've too much work on." Wanda sighed, clearly wishing she didn't have to work, and that she could go home with you immediately.

Wanda stood back up again, tall and commanding any room she was about to walk into and holding out her hand for you to take—scrambling off Peppers lap, you hurried over to Wanda taking her soft gentle hand in your own, her squeeze making you feel safe. “Ready baby?” Wanda asked looking down at you.

You nodded, and waved goodbye to Pepper as the two of you walked back towards the elevator. You had a weird fear of elevators—the thought of getting trapped in one terrified you. And despite knowing your were with Mommy and she’d make sure you were safe—it still scared you.

“Stairs Mommy?” You asked, thumb gravitating towards your mouth, and your grip on her hand becoming tighter with each step towards the vehicle of doom as you called it in your head.

“No stairs sweetheart. Mommy’s got you.” Wanda’s voice wrapping round you like safety. You were still uneasy as you walked towards the silver doors and Wanda pressed the button waiting for the lift. Your tight squeeze on her hands changed from that to clinging to Wanda’s dress, onto your Mommy like your life depended on it. Mommy knew how terrified you were, so as you become more attached she adjusted you slightly, wrapping you against her waist reminding you she was there, one hand on the back of your head for reassurance and comfort. “I’ve got you my little bug.”

The elevator was slow in coming down, but suddenly it was there and the sharp noise of doors opening made you jump and cover your ears tight with your palms, almost squeezing your small ears.

“Heyy, hey Ladybug, I know you don’t like it, but Mommy’s right here. I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?” Wanda crouched down in front of you, tilting your chin to look at her “Do you want Mommy to carry you?” Wanda asked, happy to do what was needed to help you feel safe for the few seconds in the elevator.

Your wide eyes looked at Mommy’s blue ones, and it didn’t take long for you to have your answer. You nodded quickly, lifting your arms up. Wanda smiled “Okay my little Bug, come here.” And Wanda picked you up from under your arms, with a small groan escaping the back of her throat and placing you on her hip. Your arms instinctively wrap around her neck and your head on her shoulder. One hand slipping free as she guided your thumb into your mouth until you were able to use your pacifier.

“My good girl.” Wanda whispered, she stepped into elevator, holding you under your padded bum, and pressing the button to take you up.

“I don’t wike it Mommy!” You mumbled around your thumb, whimpering, eyes shut against Mommy’s shoulder. The searing sounds of the elevators doors were done, but still in your ears.

“I know my little bug, all the big noises are scary, hmm?” Mommy whispered, “but you’re okay, and we’ll be upstairs soon, where we need to have a little talk okay? We’ll go to Mommy’s office where it’s nice and warm and cozy.” She stroked the sides of your faze with her knuckle as you continue sucking your thumb in slow movements.

“About me leaving class again? Did they call you?” You furrowed, talking around your thumb rather than removing which always painted a small smile on Mommy’s lips as you heard your soft, quiet voice.

“Yes they did baby, but it’s okay, we just need to figure out what to do to ensure your safety okay? And that includes a conversation about the man from downstairs.” Wanda sighed, worry creasing in her forehead about how close you’d been to being in a really dangerous situation—more dangerous than what had happened. Her eye looking at the red lit up number 10 on the elevator, and keeping you close in her arms, shifting slightly to make it easier for her to hold you.

There was a sudden silence in the elevator the lingered aside from the creak of the elevator making you nervous each time, as you whimpered around your thumb into Mommy’s shoulder. She kept her hand on you, keeping you tight against her, never letting go or putting you down. You were safe.

The elevator came to jolting stop, which gave you a little jump and you and you clung to Mommy as the doors opened slowly with a ping. Wanda decided to put you down on the ground, with a slow separation from her hip, despite you still wanting to be in her arms. As soon as your little feet hit the ground she took your hand into hers, looking down at you with a smile that you were sure was made just for you—and that was enough to know you were still safe.

The two of you walked out the elevator hand in hand. You saw loads of people in the art space, darting from one side to another, hanging up paintings on the wall—you thoughts yours were better, but you’d never tell Mommy that. Mommy watched you for a second as you walked a few more steps, but she sense your overwhelm with how many people where around.

She crouched down in front of you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear slowly “My little bug, why don’t you go to Mommy’s office baby, I won’t be a minute. Do you remember where it is?” Mommy asked you, you can see she was unsure on letting you go on your own.

You nodded in response, thumb still in your mouth which she took out just so she could confirm properly. “Use your words baby girl.” Her eyes sone in the autumn light, bathed in a soft glow of oranges and yellows in the middle of the gallery.

“Yes Mommy. Next to the hot cocoa machine.” You muttered, smirking a little as Mommy laughed. It wasn’t laughing at you merely your connection to her office was the machine for the hot drinks.

“Good girl,” Wanda cupped your cheek “promise me you’ll go straight there, no being nosey, or getting distracted by the other rooms.”

You shook your head and Wanda accepted that as your answer. But there was a small amount of worry etched into your face and she saw it. All of it. “I won’t be long darling. I promise you.” Her soft voice grounding you, as your thumb disappeared between your lips again. Mommy kept her hand cupping your cheek as she kissed the crown of your head, still wet from the rain “and after we talk, you can have a nursing session? How’s that sound? Hmm?”

The thought of nursing made everything feel right again and you nodded happily, bouncing on your toes, but before you turned to walk to her office, Mommy tapped the end of your nose gently m, eliciting a small squeak form you “Just no biting Mommy today. It hurts baby and you have sharp big girl teeth.”

You nodded, a flush of embarrassment creeping over your cheeks, but you knew Mommy still loved you even when you got bity, which was always accidental when you just got a little bit too greedy to focus on your sucking. You left your Mommy’s side making your way to her office, skipping along the wooden floor and smiling to yourself as you heard Mommy’s commanding, brash voice “NO, NO, NO! That’s the 1745 piece, that goes over there you dingbat Tony!”

“Dingbat.” You repeated the word, giggling to yourself, as you spotted the hot cocoa machine next to Mommy office. Forcing yourself to go straight there and not into any of the rooms with the pretty paintings in. You promised Mommy, and soon enough your little hand was now on the doorknob of her light oak office door, and you pushed it open expecting it to be empty—but it wasn’t.

“MAMA!” You squealed, arms up and running so fast and hard into Nat, that she almost toppled out the chair she was sitting in as you clambered onto her lap.

“Hey stinkbug!” Nat smiled, her dusty red hair up in a messy bun, wearing blue jean overalls and a black top underneath, along with her grey work boots. The ugly ones you called them. They were big and chunky and loud.

Mama saw you frown at the nickname, so before you could object, she place here hands behind you, one on the middle of your back and one behind your head and smothered your face in small kisses, the laugh that escaped you was pure joy and happiness. A proper child like giggle as Mama continue with her kisses.

“Mama! Stop, stop. Mama!” You breathed as she finally tore herself away. Finally seeing what she looked like your head tilted a little to the left “Mama, why you look…like that?” You poked Natasha in the chest.

But before your Mama could answer your question, Mommy walked through the door still yelling at Tony about not having something verified. She closed the door behind her, looking more drained than ever. But upon seeing Nat and you, her mood lifted. She smirked seeing her wife’s outfit and snorted “I didn’t realize we were hosting auditions for Toy Story today—you going for Jessie or Woody?”

“I’ve been painting her room.” Nat rolled her eyes. Paint mark over her outfit and the side of her face. “Thought you liked me in this kind of get up, especially after—”

“Natalia Alianovna Romanoff! Not in front of little ears. Know your audience.” Wanda smirked knowingly. “Did you roll through the paint, or jump in it? You’re a mess my love.” Wanda let out another exhausted sigh, clearly frustrated with work.

She stepped forward, closer to you as you sat in Mamas arms—sideways against her. Mommy cupped your chin and gave you a small peck on the cheek. “You came straight here?”

You nodded happily, kicking your feet a little, you were proud of yourself, and you hoped Mommy would be too.

“Well done little Bug. You did so good.” Wanda tapped the side of your cheek gently before her hand came up to Natasha’s chin, holding her as their lips met, kissing softly, before an exhausted moan escaped Wanda’s lips as they parted.

As Wanda moved away, Nat grabbed her by the wrist whilst still holding you close. “Hey—Wands, you okay?” asking as you slid of her lap and she removed your backpack so you could roam more freely, but they both chuckled as you went straight to the middle of the couch.

Nat stood, cupping her wife’s face “Wands?” The worry etched into her temple as she held onto Wanda.

“Oh, I’m fine love. I promise.” Wanda gave a not so convincing smile “It’s just Tony. Why did I even hire him. He’s Peppers friend not mine.” Wanda groaned, Nat slipped her hand free and Wanda stepped over towards the couch, crouching down in front of you.

Mommy’s hand gentle on your ankle as you sat sucking your thumb, she unbuckled and then slipped each one of your red shoes off your feet, passing them up to Mama, who sat them on the desk.

“Then fire him.” Nat said matter of fact, eliciting a low laugh from Wanda.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure that would go down a treat with Pepper, I’d have to be dealing with her moody ass. No it’s not worth it.” Wanda sighed, as she peeled off your white frilly sock from one foot, kissing your toes, making you giggle, and doing the same again with the other. She kissed and nibbled the end of your toes smiling at your squeaky laugh.

Mommy passed your socks to Mama who pushed them in your red shoes. Mama then pulled out two things from your backpack your classic Eeyore stuffie based on the drawings not the animation, per your request when they first bought in for you—and clipped to his floppy ear was your red pacifier with LadyBug written on the front. You had a spare Eeyore one in your bag as well, but the lady bug was your first paci they bought you when you began age regressing, so now it’s one you attach yourself to more. Mama passed them to Mommy who passed them into you pushing them into your arms.

But before they had a chance to do anything, to have that conversation, you looked up at Mommy, thumb still in your mouth and entirely innocently asked “Mommy, what’s a dingbat?”

Nat just about held herself up right, snorting as she leaned on the desk with her knuckles, and receiving a glare from Wanda—despite the glare, the corners of her lips were twitching, your little voice asking such a serious question about a silly word. Wanda turned back to you, hands holding onto your cute little toes as you wiggled them and her head tilted to the side just a little. “Where’d you hear that baby?”

“From you.” You said proudly, mumbling around your thumb, forcing Nat to sit back down into the chair behind her to stop herself from laughing so hard she’d fall over.

“From me?” She frowned, almost spluttering the words, genuinely confused, not remembering saying them in your presence. She always tried to avoid saying any big words when you were little, but she seemingly failed at this one. Mommy’s knuckles coming up to your cheek, gently stroking as you talked.

“Yeah you called Tony a dingbat just after I skipped towards your office.” You paused, removing your thumb from your mouth with a small wet pop.“I thought it was a silly word. It made me giggle.”

“Oh my god. You weren't meant to hear that baby.” Wanda groaned, laughing a little as she saw the curiosity on your face. Her own hand covering her mouth.

“Oh naughty Mommy.” Nat teased, playfully hitting Wanda in the shoulder and winking at you, as you watched them both trying to understand what was so funny, or why Mommy had been so naughty. You were more confused now than when you first asked the question.

Your brow furrowed, thumb hovering near your mouth again. “Mommy… did you get put on the naughty step?” you asked seriously, eyes wide, worried Mommy might have been hiding this from you the whole time.

Nat was done, she couldn’t hold it anymore and she lost it completely, snorting into her hand, while Wanda groaned into hers.

Wanda attempted to compose herself, whilst behind her Nat was still loosing it, tears rolling down her cheek from how hard she had been laughing.

Wanda’s eyes flicked to you, her hands caressing your cheek “No sweetheart, Mommy was not put on the naughty step—” another loud snort from Nat, and Wanda was loosing the will to live “No. listen Bug. You know how sometimes there’s some really big words that Mama and Mommy tell you, that you must not use?”

You nodded, eyes blinking, listening hard to what Mommy was saying, trying so hard to process what she was saying.

“Well, the word Mommy used earlier, it not one of those really bad words—”

You cut Mommy off mid sentence, too impatient. “But what it mean Mommy?” you asked, desperate to know, your toes wiggling underneath her fingers, her knuckle still stroking the side of your cheek, stilling for a moment.

“Baby, I know you’re eager to know, but I am explaining, be patient sweet girl.” And her soft touch continued, practically melting you into a little baby puddle as your eyes stayed on hers.

“It’s not a really bad word that we don’t want you to use, its more of an in between word—as for what it means love bug, well, it just means a very very very silly person, someone who doesn't use there listening ears…” Wanda looked at you, trying to work out if you understood.

Your head cocked to the side a little, nodding, “Does Aunt Pepper know you call him a dingbat?” The way you asked, you were unknowingly innocent in your words. You didn’t realise how funny you could be.

Nat snorted again, and Wanda groaned into her hand from the way you spoke. Nat was in absolute stitches, thank goodness she was sitting—but she had to try and control herself for the conversation ahead. “Natasha.” Wanda looked back to her wife, begging her almost to control her laughter.

Wanda let out an exasperated sigh, looking back to you and caressing your cheek “No darling, she doesn’t, but she knows he is one.” Wanda’s lips pulled into a playful smile, then quickly receiving a hit from Nat on her arm as if she’d been the one in stitches the whole time.

“Oh, okay.” You nodded, accepting the answer and reaching for your ladybug pacifier which was dangling of Eeyore’s light blue floppy ear. Your eyes suddenly gravitating down to your bare feet, frowning, a little panicked as you crinkles up your nose in confusion. “Mommy, where’d they go?” You asked trying not to show the worry in your face—and failing.

“Where’d what go little bug?” Mama asked you, laughter having completely stilled as she came to crouch next to Mommy, her hand on your other bare foot, seeing the dread in your little face.

You pointed to your feet with a pout, “shoes, socks.” You trembled. “They’re gone.” You whimpered.

Wanda turned her face into her own shoulder, trying to hold it together and receiving a subtle eyebrow raise from Nat with her now being the one trying not to loose it. She took a deep breath before turning back to you, now in full grasp of her emotions “Hey, hey, shhhh, it okay,” Wanda soothed, her hand on your ankle, thumb rubbing your skin slowly “Mommy took them off, they’re in your backpack sweet girl.”

“Why?” You frowned, wondering why she made them disappear.

Wanda looked to Nat with a small frown of her own and back to you. This was it. This talk wasn’t going to be the easiest, they both knew how much you hated the big girl chats, especially when in little space, but it needed to happen for your own safety.

“Because, my little bug,” Wanda kept her head still on your ankle so you would listen “Mama and I need to have a talk with you, and we need your undivided attention, without you getting distracted by the buckles on your shoes or the little frills on your socks, and Mommy also knows that sometimes your socks get too much for you.” Mommy reassured, as she stood, hand now on your cheek and kissing your forehand before sliding herself onto the grey cotton sofa beside you. “Understand baby?”

Mama nodded in agreement, standing with a crack, making both you and Mommy whip your heads round like startled owls, but she waved a hand “don’t mind this haunted old house over here.” and slipped herself in or your other side, making you feel nice and cozy between them, like a little bug burrito.

“What’s undivided mean?” You whispered looking between your Mommies.

“My, my so many questions today my little bug,” Your Mama chuckled, tapping your nose, “but it means we need you to put your listening ears on and focus on what we say, without distraction. Your fullest attention, okay?” Mama smiled, giving you a big squish between her and Mommy, before letting go. Mamas hand was now sitting warm at the top of your neck bringing you closer for her to kiss your head “bath tonight I think too, we need to wash your hair.”

You pouted at the sound of having to have a bath, but then you looked to Mommy, eyes skirting over her cleavage and the looking up at her face “Milk?” Your eyes shone with a certain amount of need for that particular hunger, as your little hands grabbed at the green material covering her up.

Mommy grabbed your wrist lightly, pressing her lips to your knuckles with a tender kiss, bringing your grabby hands away from her chest. She then tipped your chin up with the side of her knuckle, eyes glowing with warmth. “First we talk greedy bug, then milk, I promise. Mommy always feeds her little one.” Mommy smiled, caressing your cheek for a moment before letting your chin go and taking your little hands into her own, eyes going towards Mama for just a moment, who nodded in a subtle agreement in Mommy’s direction.

“Okay, listen Bug…” Mommy began, sounding firm yet soft in her tone towards you.

When you didn’t look at Mommy, she waited a few seconds before taking one of her hands and holding your chin gently between her thumb and index finger, lifting your face to meet hers.

Your toes curled against the couch cushion, squirming slightly under her warm touch, thumb twitching like it wanted to move back to your mouth.

“Listen to me. You could have been seriously hurt today when that cab driver almost hit you. Even if it was his fault, he said you didn’t look, and I know what you’re like when you’re scared, panicked or desperate, baby. When you’re little like this too, you don’t remember things like looking when you cross the road.” Mommy breathed out, hand still firm on your chin, grounding you in a way that you needed.

Your fingers twisted around Eeyore’s floppy ear, comfort tugging at you, but Mommy’s eyes held yours too firmly to let you slip away to a place away from here.

‘You don’t have any road safety awareness or understanding.” There was emotion etched into mommy’s face that you didn’t completely understand. You nodded in response, tears threatening to spill.

“I’m not mad sweetheart, far from it. When I found out what happened, it scared me more than anything—knowing you ran all the way in being this little, brain foggy, and having no understanding of danger.” Mommy squeezed your chin gently, as your scraped your toes against the soft material of the sofa. “I was concerned, that something worse could have happened. I know this is a big girl conversation, but I need you to hear my words baby girl.”

You nodded again “I’m sorry Mommy.” You felt your stomach twist in a knot, even though Mommy had said she wasn’t mad. you still felt some kind of guilt for what could have happened.

“Hey no apologies needed, okay little bug? This is why you have me and Mama” Mommy whispered, kissing your wet cheek, as your toes continue curling on the sofa, your eyes watching each one, trying to make them go in different directions but huffed when you found it impossible.

“But listen sweetheart,” Mommy frowned seeing you were still concentrating on your toes, and she huffed a laugh, before her hand moved back to your chin tilting your face towards hers “Listen to me. This is the third time this week that you have come to me or Mama before lunch because you're—things are too much in class and you can't focus, you can’t be big and that’s okay baby, but maybe…” Wanda looked to Nat sighing before carrying on “maybe it’s time we looked at you studying from home? Hmm?” Wandas voice was soft, honeyed, as she tucked another fallen strand behind your ear. “I know, I know, this is really big girl stuff, but have a think okay?”

“Didn’t know I could study from home?” You frowned, thumb grazing against your bottom lip, and moving it back to Eeyore again “but Mommy, I didn’t leave because I couldn’t be big—” You stopped mid sentence forgetting your promise to yourself not to tell them the truth. But either way your brain is foggy and your mommies looking at you like you were the most precious thing on earth meant you were going to fold in an instant.

Nat looked at Wanda, startle, both their faces covered in concern with the sudden way you stopped talking mid sentence.“Sweetheart, what do you mean?” Your Mama asked gently, trying to coax it out of you before the big guns stepped in.

You felt the two of them watching you, eyes from both side staring at you, waiting for an answer—and you? You just looked down at your pink sparkly painted toes that Nat had done the night before. You picked at a loose cotton thread on Nat’s side of the sofa. Wanda’s hand still on your chin, but she was barely holding you, waiting for you to respond in your own time without force.

“Bug?” Nat murmured softly, seeing the frustration in Wanda’s face, she tried again. But Bug just kept her eyes on her toes. Nat place her palm on your knee, her thumb rubbing gently. But the concern crossed in both their faces you knew you’d have to tell them the truth.

“Look at me…now baby.” Wanda’s voice wasn’t harsh, it was firm, but it had a softness to it, a voice you knew all too well as you reluctantly flickered your terrified eyes back up to her “that’s me good girl. Now, tell us what’s going on? Please sweetheart.” Wanda never begged, but in this moment she was begging you to tell her the truth, removing her had from your chin, folding her hands together on her own knee, and waited.

“I want milk.” You muttered, trying to derail the topic even just for a minute, thumb entering you mouth for just a few sucks before you pulled it free again.

“You’ll have your milk sweet girl, but first you need to tell Mama and Mommy the truth. You know the rules, we don’t lie do we?” Wanda’s voice had lowered as she spoke in gentle soothing tones to help you relax and less anxious about telling them. It seemed to do the trick.

You shook your head, then surprising them both you pushed yourself onto your hands and knees and crawled into Wanda’s lap, she wrapped her arms tight around, keeping you close to her chest. She never usually held you when you had a serious conversation, but if this was how you were going to talk, then she’d hold you forever.

Nat’s heart literally up at the sight of you, the way you curled into Wanda’s arms which were wrapped around you, knees up to your chest, head resting in the crook of her neck. Your thumb twisting around Eeyores ear again, as he sat firmly in your lap. Nat held her own hands in her lap watching you as if you were the purest being on earth—right now that exactly what you were to both your mommies.

“It’s my psychology class.” Your words came out quieter than even you had expected, barely looking up and Wanda or over at Nat, but they didn’t mind as long as you kept talking. “Professor Cameron.”

“Oh.” Nat mouthed to Wanda, having worked with him herself on a number of occasions and it had been partly why you had been so anxious to tell her.

You couldn’t help but notice the shift in Nat’s body, the way her jaw clenched, or how her hands clasped tighter, the small movement of her ankle twitching—whilst Wanda’s hold on you was almost suffocating, which usually you didn’t mind, you liked her tight hugs, but this was different. And you let her hold her like that as you peeked over to Nat.

You were trying so hard to be bigger than you wanted to be right now, just so you could tell them, and you knew at the end you’d get the comfort from Wanda that you’ve been needing, it was the first thing that came into your ahead as soon as you left the class. Mommy’s milk.

“Our paper is on age regression.” You sighed, feeling Wanda’s hold tighten even more, and you instinctively pushed yourself further into her warmth, shutting your eyes as you spoke. The words seemed to still in the air before landing with a thud against you all.

The two of them went dead silent, almost as if they needed a moment for the words to hit them and to understand what that meant for you. “Oh.” Wanda voiced after what felt like years, but had probably not been any more than thirty seconds “Is…is that a good thing? I mean your class are learning—”

“That depends on what they’re being taught. And with Cameron? I already feel uncomfortable, especially with her in his class.” Nat said, concern lacing her voice as she watched you.

You nodded in agreement with Nat, repeating the sentiment of her own words “not with how he teaches us.” You pulled your knees tighter up into your chest, Nat moved closer, placing her hand on your ankle rubbing soothing circles, as Wanda’s hand settled on the back of your head, still and grounding.

You’d started now, so you knew you couldn’t stop but all you wanted was to curl right down and be held by Mommy, to be safe in her arms—which you were, but you didn’t want to talk about the big scary stuff. It was…well scary.

“He…he wants us to write about why it’s bad unhealthy. He think that anyone who age regresses uses it as an excuse to be lazy, to be a baby. But when I explained it’s a healthy coping mechanism for many and especially those with trauma but also for those without…he laughed at me. Said it was weird and…sexual.”

You weren’t entirely sure how you managed to say all of that, the tightness of your chest wasn’t helping, and yet it was you could think about…that was until Wanda began rocking you, gentle, almost subtle, and you needed that more than anything as you let your head rest against her.

Nat rage was barely contained as she responded “He said what?!” Nat’s voice came out harsher and sharper than she had intended, but it wasn’t aimed at you.

“Nat.” Wanda whispered, gently continuing the rocking motion with one arm around your waist, the other around your shoulders, staring at her wife, reminding her this is not the time or place to loose it, not matter how angry they both were, and you could feel it.

You pressed yourself closer into Wanda before carrying, needing the pressure of her arms around you, and the mix paint and vanilla smell of her skin to ground you before you could continue. It helped, everytime you needed it. “Yeah, and told me I was a freak because he saw Eeyore in my bag and how I carry him around like a baby…” you paused, twitching, hands fidgeting with the hem of your hoodie, tracing a finger over Mommy’s hand and she held you close. “so I packed everything up and ran out. I wanna do the paper but by show how it helps people…people like me.” You sighed finally relaxing into Wandas touch, manoeuvring yourself back down, lowering your head slowly, gravitating it onto her lap, and stretching your feet onto Nats thighs. Curled up on your side, stretched over them both.

“Comfy?” Wanda asked, running her index finger round the curve of your ear.

“That’s our perfect baby.” Nat smiled softly, dragging her own finger gently over the side of your foot.

You felt like if you were a cracked piece of glass, with them holding you, you would be fixed in no time. The feel of Wanda’s warm fingers, clad with Rose gold rings, including her wedding ring and the ring you gave her for her birthday last year, the feel of Nat’s tenderness, her strokes felt different more like writing compared to Wanda’s paint strokes, but both made you feel grounded in their care, that you could be as little as you wanted or needed to be, especially when talking about the big stuff.

Wanda was pondering on what to do next, and like a flash of lightning she seemed to have an idea. “Alright baby. You never have to go back there. Nat will be your professor.” Wanda said like it was set in stone for centuries.

Nat’s eyes shot up higher than you’d ever seen them go, causing your child like giggle to escape your dry lips. Nat’s own lips were parted staring at Wanda “wait, what?” The shock came in unexpectedly, with Wanda definitely being the one in charge here.

“Oh come on Nat, just look at her.” The corners of Wanda’s lips twitched, as she gently held your chin, moving it to look towards Nat “how can you say no to that beautiful face?” and Wanda let you chin go, as you burrowed your head back into her neck.

Wanda bowed her head to your ear and whispered something mischievous, Nat’s own eyes watching you both suspiciously.“Do your puppy eyes, she’ll never say no to them.”

You turned your face from Wanda’s neck, peering over at Nat, and widened your eyes to big moons, in an attempt to do as Mommy had said as she egged you on, and in an instant Nat was wrapped round your little finger.

“You know how unfair this is.” Nat protested, shaking her head at Wanda. “well Mama just got a promotion little Bug, but they’ll be no slacking.” She teased, reaching over and tapping your nose.

Wanda just rolled her eyes at Nat, she knew in reality that her wife could not wait to be your professor, to teach you everything you wanted to learn.

You couldn’t help but scrunch up your nose at the tap, Wanda caressed your face pressing a small kiss to your cheek. She then found your paci reaching for it behind your thigh, her finger tapping your wobbly bottom lip, after all the big emotions and even with the soft conversation afterwards you were still feeling fragile and Wanda noticed. She always notices.

“Open for me baby.” Wanda encouraged, with your head now back on her lap, you did as she asked, parting your lips slowly and she slid the dark coloured paci into your mouth, your lips closing around it. Instant relief. Wanda coudln’t help but smile as you began to suckle, both of them watching you as it helped lower you—to go deeper into your regression, something you needed more than anything else right now.

May kept her eyes on you, and you saw the way her lips were upturned. You didn’t understand was she was watching you so intently, all you were doing was sucking your paci, but for whatever reason having her watch you made you feel just as warm as Wanda’s arms around you. And when Nat continued to watching, you made a sort of baby bird chirp noise before hiding your face in the side of Mommy’s tummy.

Wanda’s hearted squeezed and the little sound you made, it took everything in her not to start crying at how adorable you were. She took a breath, hand on your back and then looking over to Nat “I'll give her five minutes of paci time, then she can nurse.” Wanda whispered to Nat, running her fingers lightly over your cheek. “then you can take her home.”

Nat nodded, “She’s exhausted love. She won’t make it out to the hall without falling asleep, even without her nursing.” Nat stayed on you as you sucked your paci a little harder, soft noises coming from your mouth, making both of them laugh just a little.

“You know, she ran all the way here.” Wanda said softly, worry continuing to show in her face about the fact you had left school, and just ran six blocks to her work. She began tracing her finger down the side of your face and up again, and back down, but stopped as soon as she saw you falling asleep.

“You’re kidding me? What about her friend Jess?” Nat asked, “thought she was going to keep an eye.”

“She’s on holiday.” Wanda sighed, before hearing a little chirp from your throat. You were whimpering at the lack of contact, needing her fingers over your face again. “no sleeping baby, not yet, stay with me, that’s it, that’s my good girl.” Wandas voice was low and quiet, keeping you grounded and settled before she’d even start nursing.

Nat couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing at your noises, not because she was making fun, but because she was in awe of how adorable you were that she couldn’t do anything but laugh, but she knew of you heard that, then you’d feel hurt or self conscious. So she bit it back.

Nat suddenly sensed something happening outside, there was noise, commotion and some loud voices. Wanda heard it too and they both went to move.

“I’ll go,” Wanda let out an irritated sigh, as she attempted to move but you clung to her tighter making a small distressed sound, as your fingers twisted in the material of her dress.

“No my love, you’re about to nurse her and unfortunately, my boobs don’t feed her. Yours do.” Nat chuckled, lifting your legs from her lap and setting them on the sofa as she stood. She leaned over to kiss Wandas temple, her hand caressing her cheek and melting into each other like they were made to fit there. Nat peeled herself away before leaving the room to figure out what was happening.

You clung tighter to Wanda feeling a sudden empty space in the room where Nat had just been. Wanda smiled down at you humming in an old lullaby that her mother used to sing to her, one that made her feel safe and comforted, it didn’t take long before she saw a small smile appear behind the pacifier tucked in your mouth.

“Oh my little bug,” Wanda whispered her gentle index finger stroking down the bridge of your nose. “you are too precious for this world sometimes you know?” Wanda wasn’t really asking if you knew that, it was more of her internal thoughts being spoken out loud to remind you of the absolute love and adoration she had for you.

“Mmm?” You moaned around your pack, not fully awake, but not asleep either.

Wanda ran her fingers through your hair, smiling down at you like the little bundle of joy that you felt you were “Do you want to nurse before Mama takes you home to sleep?” Wanda’s voice was quiet as she broke the small paci suckling noises, she already knew the answer, as she shifted herself slightly, pulling you up and moving your head into the crook of her elbow as she rested it on the pillow at the side of the sofa.

You nodded eagerly, hands not so subtle digging into the top of her dress. Wanda couldn’t help but softly chuckle, watching the way you breathed, and your eyes closed shut, somewhere in between awake and asleep.“Do you what the nursing cover today or not sweetheart?”

You responded with a pouty shake of your head, frowning, still not having opened your eyes. Wanda rolled her own eyes and pushed her finger gently into the creases in your temple “none of that my little bug, it was just a question, no need to get so frowny.” Wanda shifted a little “let mommy sort herself out and then—”

“Milk?” You said with one eye suddenly open, and one hand down the front of her dress.

“Oh now you’re awake,” Wanda said with a gentle smile gracing her lips, her hand tapping your cheek gently before moving onto her the top of her dress, and removing your hand “patience sweet girl. You’ll get your food.”

You looked up at her shly, blinking from being so sleepy, and needing her to comfort you with her arms and her milk. “My greedy little thing, you’d be attached to me permanently if you could,” Wanda teased, tapping your nose gently with her finger “and Mommy wouldn’t mind one bit.”

At those last words you couldn’t help but smile, giving your paci another tiny suckle, as your turned your head into her arm, and hearing the way she laughed, made your whole body feel like it was enveloped in the warmth of paint and vanilla.

Wanda was almost there with removing the top of her dress, but before she did she took your chin in her hands again and warmly spoke to you about running away from class. She needed to make sure you really understood the severity of the situation, not to scare you, never to scare you. “Sweetheart I need you to listen me. We won’t be able to get you out of school for another few weeks, you won’t have to go to Campbells class if you don’t wish to, but if you do go, and you feel at any point that you need me, or Mama or that you need to be little, you can’t just run here.”

You pouted up at her, gaze shifting to her breast, but the sudden firmer grip on your chin pulled you back, and your eyes looked up at hers sitting in the glow of the autumn sun.

The last thing you wanted to do was have the big talk, but with the seriousness lacing Mommy’s voice you knew you couldn’t ignore it, despite your want for milk.

“I’m serious Bug. You don’t see danger when you’re little, so you call me or mama to come get you and one of us will come. You stay in the library at school, and we will come and find you. Do you understand Bug?” Wanda asked, despite the sudden strong words, you knew it was for your own good.

“Yes Mommy, I promise, I stay in the libwary, till you or Mama come get me, or maybe Aunt pepper.” You nodded, and just like that, the door burst open with annoyed voices and you grabbed Wandas shirt curling into her side like the tiny baby you felt you were, whimpering into her side,

Wanda’s hand instinctively was placed on your back holding you steady, rubbing, and keeping you close “shhh, it’s okay baby, just Mama” Wanda paused “and unfortunately Tony. What do you want, can’t you see I’m busy.” Her eyes narrowed into the red faced man, who had done nothing but annoy her all week.

“Don’t like him.” You whimpered around your Paci, that had somehow stayed in your mouth. “Too loud.” You said as quietly as you could with a shaky voice.

“Your wife said I was wrong, she doesn’t even work here.” Tony huffed holding one piece of art from the collection, and practically growling at Nat. “She has no idea what she’s talking about.”

“I would beg to differ.” Wanda sighed, muffling your ears “she knows far more than you ever could learn in ten years Tony.”

“Not only do I hold an art history doctorate.” Nat was scowling at Tony now, before turning her attention to Wanda “but I’ve also lived and been married to you long enough that if I didn’t know my way around them, living with your would surely have taught me over the years to know the fucking difference between a 1745 Jacobite piece and 1916 World War One piece.” Nats exhaustion of Tony was coming through loud and clear, her eyes drifting to look down at you, a cheeky smirk on her face as you turned your head to look up at her.

The warmth of Mommy’s hands on your ears, and Mama smirking down, it’s didn’t just make you feel safe, but made you feel like it was game of hide and seek—or who was going to crack first at the cuteness overload you were glowing in.

Wanda noticed the shift in your body, from tense to relaxed and giggly. Her blue eyes focused on you as her hands stayed over your ears, she leaned down leaving a wet kiss on your temple, and loving the way you squirmed “Mommy! That was wet!”

A small smile pulled in the corners of her lips, watching you and the way you squealed. “You’re such a drama queen—”

“Princess!” You huffed, if you were going to be the drama, Mama had better get the kind of dramatic little you were right.

“Oh?” Nat raised her brow at you, and Wanda held a hand over her own mouth to stop herself from laughing too much. “Oh well, my little dramatic princess, Mama and Tony will be done in just a minute then you can have your milk okay baby?”

Wanda, now having composed herself, looked back up at the aggravated Tony who was still holding the frame of art. “Fine let’s see it, but I do trust Nat more than you Tony.” Wanda sighed, her hand still firm on your back as Tony held up the framed piece. “And you think this is what Tony?”

“Nineteensixteen.” He said proudly.

And you began giggling behind your Paci, head pressed into Wanda’s ribs, because even as a little, you knew how wrong he was.

“Shhh, Mommy’s about to make another man cry.” Wanda whispered into your ear for only you to hear, but anat got the gist of what Wanda had said, her own arms folded across her chest in anticipation. “You're wrong. My wife is correct. This is the Jacobite piece. How you mixed those two up I’ll never know.” Wanda sighed looking down “now please go, so I can finally feed her. I’ll be out in twenty minutes.”

You groaned subtly—or not so much at that, you wanted more time than twenty minutes attatched to her boob.

“Seriously Bug?” Wanda chuckled.

You nodded, face now a little red “I’m hungry. Pwease?.” turning your face so you could meet Mommy’s eyes, looking like butter wouldn’t melt.

“Okay then, scratch that, I’ll be thirty minutes.” Wanda corrected herself, looking up at Tony, watching as stormed off in a huff, whilst the three of you stayed, and Nat caught the door before it slammed, she shut it with a click and locked the door behind him.

“You want me to grab the cover?” Nat asked heading towards the bag Wanda kept full of your little things.

“No you’re alright, she doesn’t want it today.” Wanda smiled, knowing that both she and Nat love it even more when you don’t have the cover. They love watching you feed from Mommy, the way your whole face relaxes, with your mouth attatched to her. It’s so wonderful and gives them both the kind of comfort watching as you get feeding.

Nat made herself useful by making herself a coffee and sitting down at Wandas desk, reading her book whilst you got what you needed. Knowing Mama was near by, made any nursing session you had that much better.

“Thirty minutes? Really baby?” Wanda chuckled, pulling the top of her dress down over her shoulder and undoing her nursing bra that she always wore now just to be on the safe side, revealing her full breast to you. The way your eyes shone as soon as you saw it, made both Wanda and Nat chuckle. “My greedy girl. That’s you.” Wanda tapped the end of your nose watching as you crinkle it up after her touch left.

“Our little barnacle baby.” Nat peered over the top of her book, hand wrapped around the warm mug of coffee.

Wanda helped to move you, smiling as your little toes curled around the sofas cushion, and she cradled your head in the crook of her arm, watching carefully as your need grew—despite being able to latch on your own it always made you happier when Mommy helped you. Her thumb and finger came to your mouth, pulling you paci free with a wet pop, and discarded on the table next to the sofa. Then her thumb came to you bottom lip, parting them, and holding your as she attached your mouth to her nipple, you instantly relaxed. Everything disappeared and it was just you and Mommy as you began to suckle slowly at first, her nipple between your lips as her milk took a moment to come before finally touching your tongue.

The moan that vibrated from your throat, as your eye lids fluttered close, made Nat lower her book at look over at the scene. Wanda cradling you, rocking ever so gently as you suckled, your cheeks warming as the milk continued to flow in the safety of her arms.

“She latch okay?” Nat asked fingers tapping next to her mug.

“Yeah—ow.” Wanda winced looking down at your apologetic eyes that had suddenly opened and Wanda’s gasp, tears threatening to spill from your eyes panicked that you’d hurt her. Wanda quickly brushed her thumb over your cheek “No tears baby, and no teeth either, please, or I’ll have to get Mama to give you a bottle in future, I know you’re hungry, but just slow down.” Wanda threatened it but she didn’t mean it, it was just a way to remind you not to bite.

Wanda pulled you in closer watching as your toes curled around the cushion by your feet, you small gentle pulls as you drank more, feeding you in every way she could, it wasn’t just you needing this. It was her too. The closeness, it was the only down time she got and it was almost away for her to recharge as well.

Nat couldn’t help but peer over her book again, fingers dancing along the rim of her mug, watching you be fed, watching Wanda be the one to do it, and smiling over at her because she knew this was the only time Wanda completely stopped.

Wanda felt the air from your nose tickle against her skin, her hand continuing on the side of your face as you drunk her milk, slurping mid sip. The taste sweet and pulling you deeper into your regressed and comforted state.

“Such a noisy little feeder today, my little love bug.”Wanda’s fingers floated over your cheek, feeling the movement of your jaw as you suckled greedily, your tired eyes shut, staying attached to Mommy, wanting, needing. She didn’t mind one bit, her eyes focussed entirely on you. “Good girl, that’s my good, good girl.” Wanda whispered, her voice honey with comfort, before turning to her usual lullaby. Your favourite one that helped you drift.

Despite feeling the pull, you tried opening your eyes again, keeping them open, wearily looking up at the red hair above you, as your suckles slowed, but mouth still attached. Wandas fingers soon came to your eyes lids shutting them gently “Just relax baby. Mommy’s right here.” Wanda smiled, her own eyes tearing up as they always did when she fed you. Watching the way you completely surrendered to her and her touch, your tongue lapping up the milk, as it continued to flow, eyes now fully shut as you felt your self drift, brain foggy with sleep and comfort from both milk and Mommy—you were so far under you didn’t even hear Nat speak.

“She’s going to be asleep any second and I’m going to have to carry her to the car my love.” Nat looked over her book again, pretending she wasn’t soaking the visual up just as much as Wanda was in practice.

“And your point is? You love doing that with her.” Wanda didn’t take her eyes off you, as her fingers traced over the shell of your ear “so perfect like this baby.”

“Mmmm.” You hummed, not even recognising your own voice as you let out a little moan around Mommy’s nipple, still drinking, but the suckles having slowed right down, sending yourself further into the foggy haze of milk drunk sleep.

Wanda couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped her lips, whispering “music to Mommy’s ears” while brushing your hair back from your face. “So peaceful.”

“Has she ever made that noise before?” Nat asked quietly so not to disturb you.

“Never—that’s a first.” Wanda smiled quietly, melting at every small sound you made. Her fingers back to your cheek, where she could feel your mouth suckling, slow, and almost forgotten “she’s never made that noise whilst feeding before.”

“She’s happy.” Nat smiled “look milk drunk already, and she’s dribbling your milk down her chin.”

“I think you’ll find it’s her milk now.” Wanda let out her own contented sigh, as she pulled her sleeve over her thumb and wiped your chin. “There we go messy girl. Keep drinking.” The three of you sat like that in quiet company, other the noises you made as you took in more of Mommy milk. Nat still sat with her book and luke warm coffee, you curling into Wanda like you could meld together, and almost as if right on the dot of thirty minutes your suckling slowed right down, stilled almost, jaw slacked and Wanda with her thumb pulled your lips free from her nipple, wiping your chin again, as you slipped into you're milk drunk sleepy state, head lolling to the side, mouth open, completely blissed out on the comfort of having been fed.

“Christ look at her, such a lightweight, little bit of milk and she’s out for the count.” Nat teased, “look mouth open and everything, she’ll start catching flies.”

You made a small whimpering noise but stayed where you were with your mouth open, Wanda traced her finger down your nose, her heart full of so much love she couldn’t even comprehend it “Nat leave her alone, stop teasing the poor girl. She’s had a good feed, that’s all the matters.”

“Come on little bug,” Nat said after a few minutes of letting you rest, she stood, picking up your backpack, making sure everything was still inside.

Whilst Nat was packing, Wanda found your pacifier on the side, picking it up between her fingers, she held your chin and slid it back between your lips before you started fussing, Eeyore still squished in your arms, and she gave you the softest kiss to your forehead “My beautiful well fed girl.”

You gave a sleepy suckle and a tiny coo to mommy words, your lips already wet from the quick sucked on the pacifier. Nat tilted her head watching you with your Winnie the Pooh back pack sling over her shoulder. “She thinks it’s you.” Nat smiled, it wasn’t a tease, it was a genuine observation.

“Whatever gives her comfort, hey?” Wanda smiled, holding you against her chest, breathing in your baby scent, having started using the children’s body wash, you really did have that baby smell that both Wanda and Nat loved so much.

“You can smell her again when you get home, my love.” Nat smiled, leaning in and giving Wanda a soft kiss on her lips, Nat’s hand caressing her face as her lips moved against hers before pulling herself away at the sound of your little noise.

“On that note.” Wanda smiled, brushing Nat’s lip with the pad of her thumb, as you made another sleepy noise in Mommy’s arms.

“Let’s get you home then out sweet, fed girl.” Nat picked you up from Mommy’s lap, lifting you like you weighed nothing into her arms, holding you like a little kola bear, her hand on your back, keeping you soft and centred. “Good girl, just sleep, you’ve had a big day.”You wrapped your arms around Nats shoulders, your head dropping to one side as you sucked your pacifier every thirty seconds almost as if remembering suddenly you had a job to do. Suckle.

Wanda stood up, clasping her bra back up, and pulling her dress back over her shoulder before smoothing her dress out. Her hand lifted slowly to your small cheek and her lips met your skin there, lingering for a moment, as she brushed your hair, reluctant to leave you and let you go—but she had to, so with a little push from Nat, her lips left your, and she left you with another wet kiss on your cheek. “She’s so soft like this. I don’t want to leave her.” Wanda’s hand continued to brush your hair back.

“I know.” Nat understood as Wandas lips found her mouth again, cupping Nat’s chin, loving and affectionate, pausing for a moment just be before parting “get her home,” Wanda breathed “oh and make sure she sleeps for a good hour. You know she’ll be awake at two in the morning again otherwise.”

“Wanda. Love.” Nat caressed her wife’s face, seeing the worry in her eyes “I’ll bore her to sleep, telling her stupid made up facts about goats or something, I don’t know, just trust me.”

“Sorry, I just—I do trust you Nat, more than anyone. She’s just been regressed more than not recently and it just worries me.” Wanda sighed, folding her arms across her chest, as she took in the sight of you asleep on Nat’s shoulder, floppy, head lolled to the side as you slowly sucked you pacifier, watching as it bobbed in your mouth, and in the same way that you fed from Wanda. You were still in the same clothes as when you first arrived in the chaos earlier, except no longer wearing shoes or socks, just your little glittery nail polish on your toes.

“I know love,” Nat captures Wanda’s cheek in her palm “I promise you we will sort everything out, and she's happy, safe, and she needs this right now, she needs us.” Nat’s voice lowered to a quietness so not to wake their sleeping bug, and watching Wanda’s face finally relax, Nat let herself breathe just a little bit easier, and the weight of leaving her wife no longer quite so heavy. “We can get Chinese tonight, how’s that sound?”

Wanda nodded in agreement, looking better than she did when you had first arrived. Wanda took one look at you, and crouched down leaving kisses along the ends of your toes. You made a small coo, almost a giggle but not quite as you were still completely out of it, so far under from having been fed.

“Careful Wands, you’ll wake her up tickling those sparkly toes.” Nat teased but melting at the way you stayed floppy and the sound of your paci bobbing in your mouth as Mommy kissed your toes eliciting cute baby bird sounds from you. Nat smiled at Wanda, he hand caressing the back of her neck and pulling her close. She planted another kiss on her lip, longer this time, softer, a kiss that made you feel their love envelope you.

“Mmm, you gotta stop kissing me like that, I’ll never leave.” Wanda sighed, blinking at Nat, her eyes the following down to you, pressing another wet kiss to your cheek, and your hand reached out to Wanda. Her hand taking yours and kissing your knuckles before letting you go, your hand floppy against Nat again.

“I’ll keep her safe, Wands. I promise. Go work, we’ll be waiting at home.” Nat turned her attention back to you “Say bye bye to Mommy sweet girl.” Nats smile pulled at her lips as she raised your floppy hand to wave goodbye to Wanda, who quickly kissed your knuckles one last time.

“Wanda, she’s out cold, go before she pulls you under my love.” and Wanda nodded in agreement, knowing if she stayed a single second longer, she’d never leave.

So she left quickly, unlocking and disappearing out the door, her heels being heard down the end of the corridor along with doting voice.

“I think Mommy doesn’t want us to go.” Nat sighed, holding you close, as you suckled your paci, shoes and socks in your backpack slung over Nat’s shoulder, and walking out the office down to the car, with you now asleep, and safe in her arms.

No matter how regressed you were—wether big or small, they loved you with every ounce of their hearts.

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Our Sweet Bunny

Pairing: WandaNat x Little!DM1!Fem!Reader

Summary: After a tiring week in college, you allow yourself to be taken care of by Wanda and Tasha.

CW: 18+, Age regression, Non-sexual age regression, caregiver & little dynamics, Pacifier use, Breastfeeding, nursing (non-sexual), reader has type 1 diabetes.

!English isn’t my first language!

Studying technology had never been something she wanted as a child, always dreaming of becoming a doctor or veterinarian, or even an actress during her teenage years. So, when she identified with the college a year after finishing high school, she was surprised to find that she actually liked it.

But she hated exam week. With so many codes to test and projects to submit, she often neglected her own well-being, and especially her little side. Wanda and Natasha frequently sent reminders for her to drink water and check her blood sugar, which was often low due to rushing her meals.

When Friday evening finally arrived, her head was pounding and her back begged for a soft mattress as she entered the house, which carried a gentle aroma of cake and soup. Oh, how she loved that smell of Wanda’s cooking.

Her soft, timid steps caught the couple’s attention in the kitchen, who stopped talking as soon as they saw her entering.

— Hey, little bunny. How was class today? — Wanda asked, already rising from the vintage wooden chair, approaching with that cozy look that made her melt. — You didn’t reply to our messages this afternoon. Did something happen?

She blinked quickly, her vision slightly blurred with tears at all the attention from her mommy. She felt so small and tired.

— Oh, no, sweetheart… don’t cry. — Wanda cooed, pulling her trembling, exhausted body into her arms, rocking her gently. — Your little head must be so confused and tired, isn’t it, little bunny?

They stayed like that for a few minutes, just long enough for her to calm down and feel that she was finally home, safe in her mommy’s arms.

— How about mama helps you with your bath while I prepare the room for a movie night, hmm? — Wanda murmured, looking at Natasha, who quietly observed from the table, her fingers holding the coffee cup.

Natasha was always present in a quieter way than Wanda; she was the link to turn to when throwing a tantrum or when she wanted to be protected from something or someone. Often during nightmares or bad thoughts, she would be gently cradled in Natasha’s strong arms while hearing her hum softly in Russian.

She nodded timidly, still feeling that lingering exhaustion even in the comfort of Wanda’s arms. The crying began to fade, replaced by a soft sigh, almost of relief. Natasha then stood, carefully placing the coffee cup on the table, and approached with a side smile, extending a hand for her to hold.

— Come on, little one, mama will help you. I promise it’ll be quick and fun, — said Natasha, with that firm yet gentle voice that always balanced discipline and comfort perfectly.

They walked together to the bedroom bathroom, her little hands gripping Natasha’s arm, feeling smaller with each step. The room was warm, fresh towels hung and soft, smelling faintly of lavender. Natasha started filling the bathtub with warm water, carefully adjusting the temperature.

— Look, little bunny, warm water for you to relax… — Natasha said, smiling as she guided her carefully into the bubble-filled tub.

Meanwhile, Wanda left the kitchen carrying a tray with soup and slices of soft cake, planning what they would do for “movie night.” She made sure everything was safe for her diabetes, carefully counting carbohydrates and insulin doses.

In the bathroom, she allowed herself to relax and surrender to her little side. The warmth of the water mixed with Natasha’s care, making the bath feel almost magical. Natasha gently washed her soft hair, softly humming what sounded like a Russian lullaby.

— Are you enjoying this, detka? — Natasha asked, carefully drying her face. — Mama and mommy are here just for you.

After the bath, Natasha wrapped her in a fluffy towel and carried her to the bedroom, where Wanda had already prepared the bed with extra pillows and a cozy blanket. She curled up among the sheets, babbling softly in deep relaxation, watching Natasha approach with fresh pajamas and the changing items.

— Let’s put on a nice warm pajama, little bunny? — Natasha asked after carefully adjusting the pull-up.

Once she was ready, Wanda placed the tray with small portions of warm soup and soft cake in her lap, carefully arranged so she could eat slowly.

— Here you go, little bunny. Mommy made this just for you, — Wanda said, sitting beside her on the bed. — Let’s go slowly, okay?

She began eating, savoring the familiar, comforting flavors she would miss during the busy exam week. The warm soup slid down her throat, relaxing her exhausted body. The soft cake melted in her mouth, and each bite seemed to calm her pounding head even more. The warmth of the food and the safe environment made her body feel heavier, and, without noticing, her eyes began closing for brief moments with each spoonful.

— Hey, little one… — Wanda murmured, noticing her sleepiness. — You haven’t nursed yet. We need to do that before bedtime, or you won’t have enough energy, okay?

Even with exhaustion pulling her toward sleep, Wanda held her in her arms, resting her head against her chest, carefully guiding the nipple to her slightly parted lips. The comforting sensation and sweet taste of milk made her eyes close completely, her tiny fingers clutching Wanda’s pajama strap with each suckle. The soft sucking sounds filled the room warmly.

— Here, detka. This will be more comfortable. — Natasha whispered softly so as not to disturb her, settling behind Wanda to support her body.

Soon, she fell asleep mid-nursing, completely relaxing in her mommy’s arms. Natasha, after a few minutes, quietly and attentively picked up the glucose meter, carefully checking her blood sugar while she slept.

— It’s okay, little one, everything’s under control, — she whispered to herself with a calm smile. — She’ll just need a small dose of insulin.

After confirming that her glucose was within the expected range, she gently administered the prepared insulin dose, ensuring she would remain safe through the night.

Wanda continued to cradle her softly, letting the rhythm of her breathing and the warmth of her arms guide her into deep sleep. Natasha, satisfied with the measurement and safe insulin administration, settled beside them, ready to intervene if necessary, knowing that in that moment, she was completely protected and cared for.

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Home is Made of Three

Chapter 1: The Beginning

When twenty-year-old you moves to Brookvale hoping for a fresh start, you never expect to stumble upon Little Haven, a small community center run by Wanda and Natasha Romanoff, a married couple known for their patience and kindness. The moment you step inside, the soft light, gentle voices, and safe routines make you feel, for the first time in years, like you belong.

What begins as quiet visits quickly turns into something more permanent. The Romanoffs’ home and Little Haven become a refuge where you can let go, embrace your littleness, and be cared for without fear or judgment. With them, you discover that family isn’t only what you’re born into, sometimes it’s the people who choose to make space for you, day after day, in love, patience, and trust.

Because home isn’t just a place, it’s the hearts that keep you safe.

Word Count: 4.4K

Master List

The air bites at your cheeks as you walk, wind curling through the empty streets like it’s looking for someone to bother. You pull your coat tighter, though it’s not much help. The fabric isn’t thick enough, and neither is the scarf you’d found buried at the bottom of your bag when you moved here two weeks ago.

Brookvale is smaller than you expected,  a town that seems to run on soft murmurs and small routines. The kind of place where everyone has their favorite coffee shop, where shopkeepers wave to passing neighbors, and where you still feel like a ghost moving through other people’s lives.

You’d told yourself you came out this morning for groceries, but your empty hands betray you. Really, you just didn’t want to sit in your silent apartment another day, counting cracks in the ceiling and pretending you were okay.

The wind pushes harder when you turn the corner, and that’s when you see it, a storefront half-hidden between a bakery and a bookshop.

A wooden sign swings gently above the door, painted in soft pastels:

Little Haven: A place to rest your heart.

You stop.

The words catch somewhere in your chest, quiet but heavy. Through the wide front window, you can see a few cozy armchairs, shelves lined with picture books and plush toys, and the faint glow of fairy lights strung across the ceiling.

You don’t recognize what kind of place it is. It doesn’t look like a store, or a café. It looks softer.

Someone inside laughs, a warm, familiar sound that doesn’t carry far but somehow reaches you through the glass. You feel something twist in your stomach. Longing, maybe. Or loneliness wearing a softer face.

You could keep walking. You should. But your fingers are already on the door handle before you’ve decided to stop.

The bell above the door chimes, a gentle tink-tink, and the warmth inside wraps around you like a blanket fresh from the dryer.

It smells like vanilla and clean laundry. The kind of scent that belongs to home, though you haven’t had one that felt like that in a long time.

The sound of the wind fades behind you.

You hover near the doorway, uncertain. The space is open and calm, pale wooden floors, woven rugs, a few low tables scattered with crayons and soft blocks. There’s a wall of cubbies near the back, each labeled with colorful tags: Sunny, Button, Bee, Star.

It takes a second for it to click.

You’ve heard of places like this, spaces for littles and caregivers. Not secret ones, not hidden anymore, but small and tucked away, like the world only lets them exist in corners of kindness.

Your pulse picks up. You don’t belong here.

Before you can back out, a gentle voice calls from the counter.

“Hi there.”

You turn, startled.

The woman who speaks is standing behind a wooden desk, wiping her hands on a soft towel. Her hair is auburn, curls loose around her shoulders, and her expression is kind in that effortless way that feels disarming.

“Welcome to Little Haven,” she says, and somehow it sounds like she means it. “It’s chilly out there today. Come in, take a breath.”

You hover by the mat, unsure whether to leave your shoes on or not. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just saw the sign and-”

“That’s alright,” she interrupts softly. “You’re not interrupting at all.”

Her tone is even, smooth as honey. She gestures toward the room. “You’re welcome to look around if you’d like. We keep the space open during the day for anyone who needs a quiet moment.”

You nod, but the words take a few seconds to reach you. It’s been a long time since someone’s voice made your heart slow down instead of race.

You move a little further in, eyes tracing the details, a plush bear propped against a beanbag, a stack of soft blankets folded neatly, a corkboard covered in gentle handwriting:

Community Hours - All Are Welcome Tuesdays: Art Time Thursdays: Story Circle  Fridays: Movie Night

There’s a drawing pinned underneath, a crayon sun with the words “Thank you Miss Wanda & Miss Nat!” scrawled across the top.

The woman at the counter, Wanda, you realize, sets aside her towel and leans gently against the desk.

“You’re new to town, aren’t you?” she asks.

You blink, caught off guard. “That obvious?”

Her smile softens. “Brookvale’s small. We notice new faces. Don’t worry, we're not nosy, just welcoming.”

You try to smile back, but it feels shaky. “I moved here a couple of weeks ago. Still figuring things out.”

Wanda nods, understanding rather than prying. “That can be hard.” Her voice dips lower, kind but sure. “Change always feels a little heavy at first.”

You nod, though your throat is tight. “Yeah. Something like that.”

A beat of silence stretches, comfortable, not awkward. You look down at a basket near your feet filled with tiny stuffed animals. Each one has a little tag around its neck with a name written in pen: Snowdrop, Bumble, Pip, Clover.

Wanda follows your gaze. “Those are comfort friends,” she explains softly. “Sometimes littles borrow one for the day if they’re nervous.”

You swallow, unsure what to say. The air feels tender, like even the walls are careful not to make too much noise.

“Would you like something warm to drink?” she asks after a moment. “Tea, maybe? Or cocoa?”

You shake your head instinctively, then pause. “Maybe tea.”

Her eyes crinkle in quiet approval. “Good choice.”

She moves toward a small kitchenette behind the counter, graceful in that way some people are when they’ve learned to live gently, even in the smallest gestures. The kettle clicks on, a soft hum filling the space.

You take a slow breath and look around again. There’s a small sign on the wall above the book nook that reads:

“This is a place where small hearts grow safely.”

Something about it makes your eyes sting.

Wanda sets a mug down in front of you a moment later. Steam curls upward, carrying the scent of chamomile and honey.

“Here you go.”

You wrap your hands around it, the heat soaking into your skin. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

She leans her elbows on the counter, resting her chin lightly on one hand. “I’m guessing you haven’t been to a place like this before.”

You shake your head. “I’ve heard of them, just, never thought I’d walk into one.”

Her smile doesn’t falter. “That’s how most people find their way here. Accidentally, at first.”

Something about the way she says “find their way” feels deliberate, like she’s not just talking about walking into a building.

“I don’t want to take up space,” you murmur. “If this is for-”

“It’s for anyone who needs it,” she says softly, before you can finish. “Whether you know why you’re here or not.”

The words settle into you slowly, like sunlight warming cold skin.

You look down at the tea again, tracing a finger along the rim. “It’s nice here.”

“I’m glad,” she says. “That’s what we try for.”

The front door opens briefly, a gust of wind slipping through, and a tall woman steps inside carrying a small box. Her jacket is dark, her expression calm, her movements precise, the kind of quiet confidence that fills a room without demanding attention.

“Hey, sweetheart,” she says to Wanda, setting the box on the counter. Then her eyes find you. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You didn’t,” Wanda assures her. “This is someone new.”

The woman gives you a small, easy smile. “Welcome. I’m Natasha.”

You nod awkwardly, caught between wanting to speak and not wanting to sound out of place. “Hi. I just, uh, wandered in.”

“Best kind of visit,” Natasha says simply. Her voice is low, steady, grounding. “Sometimes your feet know where to go before your head does.”

You don’t realize how much you needed to hear that until your throat tightens.

Natasha gives a small nod toward your mug. “Tea’s good here. Wanda’s the expert.”

“I do my best,” Wanda replies lightly, but there’s something in her tone, a quiet fondness, an ease that fills the space between them.

You sip your tea, and for a few moments, none of you speak. It’s not uncomfortable. Just still. Like the world has finally stopped spinning long enough for you to catch your breath.

When you finally set the mug down, Wanda’s gaze meets yours again.

“You’re welcome to come back any time,” she says. “We have open hours most days. No need to sign up or anything.”

You nod, unsure how to respond, but the words stick somewhere deep.

“Thanks,” you say softly. “I might.”

Wanda smiles. “That’s all I ask.”

You leave a few minutes later, the bell chiming again as the door closes behind you. The wind greets you with its familiar chill, but it feels different now, less sharp, more like a reminder that warmth exists somewhere, waiting.

You glance back once before turning the corner. Through the window, you can see Wanda and Natasha talking, laughter spilling out in quiet bursts. The fairy lights inside glow against the gray sky.

You don’t know it yet, but this will be the first of many times you find yourself standing before that same door, each visit a little less accidental than the one before.

For now, though, you walk home with the faint taste of honey on your tongue, and the memory of a place that felt like an exhale.

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It takes three days before you go back.

You tell yourself it’s not a big deal. You’re just walking again, getting air, seeing the town. But somehow your route twists the same way it did before, past the bakery that smells like sugar and butter, past the window filled with old books, until the soft-painted sign comes into view.

Little Haven. A place to rest your heart.

The words tug again, gentle but persistent. You stop across the street, watching through the glass. Inside, a few people sit around a low table, one drawing, another building a puzzle, someone curled in a beanbag with a blanket wrapped around their shoulders. Wanda is there too, kneeling beside the puzzle, smiling as she listens to something being said.

You tell yourself you’ll just look for a minute.

Then you’re crossing the street.

The bell above the door gives its soft tink-tink as you step inside. The same warmth greets you, that clean, cozy scent, the faint hum of soft music, the kind of quiet that feels safe instead of empty.

Wanda looks up, surprise flickering for just a second before her smile returns, brighter.

“Hi again.”

You freeze halfway to the door. “Oh hi. I didn’t mean to interrupt, I can come back-”

“Don’t be silly,” she says, standing. “You’re not interrupting anything.”

Her voice carries that same gentle steadiness, like she’s smoothing down invisible edges. “It’s good to see you back.”

Something inside you eases, just a little. “I wasn’t sure you’d remember me.”

“Of course I do,” Wanda says, tilting her head slightly. “Tea, right? Chamomile with honey?”

You blink. “You remembered that?”

“Mm-hm.” She smiles softly. “You looked like you needed warmth, not caffeine, and now you have that same look. Tea?”

The comment shouldn’t hit as hard as it does, but your throat tightens. You nod. “That sounds nice, actually.”

Wanda gestures toward a nearby chair. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll grab it for you.”

You sit slowly, unsure where to place your hands. There’s a low hum of activity, crayons moving, soft chatter, the faint sound of a lullaby playing from a speaker. It’s calm, rhythmic, a kind of peace you didn’t realize you’d been craving.

A little while later, Wanda returns with your tea. She sets it down with that same quiet grace. “Natasha’s in the back today,” she says casually. “We’re sorting donations for the weekend event.”

You nod, eyes following the steam from your mug. “It’s nice here.”

“Thank you,” Wanda says. “We like to keep it gentle. Everyone deserves a place where they can breathe.”

You wrap your hands around the mug. “Seems like people really feel safe here.”

Wanda’s expression softens further. “That’s the goal. For some, this is the only place where they do.”

You don’t answer right away. Your gaze drifts to the corkboard again, the same one from before, with little notes pinned in pastel paper:

Thank you for letting me nap. The hugs helped today. It’s okay to need care.

You don’t mean to stare, but Wanda notices.

“Would you like to see the playroom?” she asks.

“Oh, I don’t- I mean, it’s probably not for,”

“It’s open to everyone,” Wanda says, smiling faintly. “It’s quieter right now, so it’s a good time if you just want to look.”

You hesitate, but something in her voice, the calm invitation, the lack of pressure, makes it hard to refuse.

She leads you past the counter, through a softly painted doorway. The room beyond looks like something out of a dream, sunlight spilling across a floor covered in rugs, baskets of plush toys neatly stacked, a low shelf filled with picture books and coloring pages.

There’s a small reading corner under a canopy of fairy lights, pillows arranged like clouds. Everything looks like safety made tangible.

You take a small step inside, and the floor creaks softly.

Wanda watches you carefully, but doesn’t interrupt. “Most people think this space is just for littles,” she says, “but really, it’s for anyone who needs quiet care. Sometimes that looks like coloring. Sometimes it’s sitting on the floor with a blanket. There’s no wrong way to rest.”

You swallow, throat suddenly tight. “It’s peaceful.”

“That’s the idea.” Wanda walks over to a low shelf, brushing her fingers against a small stuffed bear. “Natasha says it’s the stillness that does most of the healing. We just make room for it.”

The bear’s fur looks soft, worn down, clearly loved. Before you can think about it, you reach out and brush your thumb across its ear.

Something inside your chest stirs, small, quiet, familiar in a way you don’t want to name.

Wanda’s voice breaks through the silence gently. “You can hold it if you like.”

You hesitate. “It’s not mine.”

“Everything in this room belongs to whoever needs it,” she says simply.

You pick it up. The fur is warm from sunlight, and the little bow around its neck is slightly crooked. You hold it close without meaning to.

Wanda doesn’t comment, just moves toward a shelf to straighten a few books. “We host open play on Thursdays,” she says casually. “You don’t have to join in, but you’re always welcome to sit and watch.”

“Is it mostly, um caregivers and littles?”

“Mostly,” she admits, turning back to you. “But we also have adults who just need a pause. Life can be heavy. We give people permission to set it down for a bit.”

You nod slowly, still holding the bunny.

Wanda studies you for a moment, but her gaze is soft, never invasive. “You don’t have to explain why you came back,” she says quietly. “Sometimes the heart just knows where it feels safe.”

You look down. “I don’t even know what I’m doing here.”

“Then you’re already doing it right,” Wanda says, smiling gently.

Something warm flickers under your ribs. You can’t remember the last time someone made you feel like existing was enough.

The sound of footsteps draws your attention, and Natasha appears in the doorway, carrying a folded blanket. “You two hiding in here?” she asks lightly, a small smile curving her lips.

“Showing her the playroom,” Wanda replies. “She came back today.”

Natasha’s eyes flick to you, steady, kind. “Good,” she says. “Means something here worked.”

You shrug, feeling awkward under their easy warmth. “I just needed somewhere quiet.”

Natasha nods like that’s the most normal thing in the world. “Then you found the right place.”

She crosses the room, setting the blanket over one of the reading chairs. “We keep things calm here, no rush, no rules, just space. You’d be surprised how much good that can do.”

You trace your thumb along the bunny’s ear again. “Feels different here.”

“That’s the point,” Natasha says, her tone soft but sure. “Out there, you have to keep it together. In here, you don’t.”

The words sit heavy in the air, not sad, just true.

Wanda looks at you, her eyes kind. “You can come by anytime. Even if it’s just to sit, or have tea, or borrow a comfort friend.”

You nod, not trusting your voice.

Natasha notices but doesn’t comment. She just tilts her head slightly. “You want to know something?”

You glance up. “What?”

“The first time I walked in here,” she says, “I didn’t know what I needed either. Wanda was still painting the walls. I stayed anyway.”

Wanda laughs softly. “You stayed because I bribed you with muffins.”

Natasha grins. “True. But the rest is history.”

The ease between them makes something ache in your chest, not jealousy, but longing. The kind of warmth that comes from being known.

You look back down at the bunny, thumb brushing its little bow. The edges of the world blur for a moment, quiet and soft.

Wanda watches you carefully. “You okay?”

You nod quickly. “Yeah. Just tired, I guess.”

“That’s alright,” Wanda says, voice low and calm. “Tired people belong here too.”

You smile faintly at that. “You really mean that?”

“Every word,” Natasha says.

You leave again when the light starts to fade, the bear carefully returned to its spot on the shelf though your hand lingers for a second longer than you mean it to.

Wanda walks you to the door. “You can come by anytime,” she says again, repeating it like a promise.

Natasha, still tidying near the back, lifts a hand in a quiet wave. “Take care of yourself, alright?”

You nod. “You too.”

Outside, the air is cooler, the sky streaked with soft orange. You glance back through the window once, watching Wanda and Natasha move around the space, steady, gentle, safe.

You don’t know it yet, but something inside you has already shifted. The edges of your loneliness are starting to soften, not gone, not healed, but no longer sharp enough to cut.

For the first time in months, maybe years, you walk home without needing to count your steps.

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You almost don’t go.

The flyer sits on your kitchen table all morning, its soft pastel lettering catching every bit of light that filters through your blinds. Open Play, Thursdays, 3 to 6 PM. Gentle care, soft space, no pressure.

You tell yourself you’re too old for something like that. You don’t even know what “open play” really means. Still, the thought of the quiet, the warmth, and the way Wanda smiled at you last time keeps echoing.

By two-thirty, you’re standing in front of the mirror, brushing your hair, pretending it’s just a walk. But when you grab your jacket and tuck the flyer in your pocket, you know you’re not fooling anyone.

The streets feel the same as before, soft clouds, lazy sunlight, the same bakery smell floating through the air. Your hands twist in your pockets as you walk, heart beating faster the closer you get.

When the painted sign appears, Little Haven: A Place to Rest Your Heart, something in you unclenches. You take a deep breath and push open the door.

The familiar chime greets you: tink-tink.

Natasha is the first to notice. She’s standing by the counter, rolling up her sleeves, her red hair tied loosely back. When her eyes lift to you, she smiles, small, genuine, grounding.

“Hey there,” she says. “Good to see you again.”

You manage a smile. “Hi. I wasn’t sure if it was okay to come for this.”

“Of course it’s okay.” She reaches for a small cup, fills it with water, and slides it toward you. “Everyone’s welcome. Always start with water,  helps settle the nerves.”

You take it automatically. The first sip really does help, cool and clean.

From the back room, you hear laughter,  gentle, high-pitched, unguarded. Not childish exactly, but light. When you glance toward the sound, you catch a glimpse of color and soft blankets through the playroom doorway.

Wanda appears a second later, smiling when she spots you. “You made it.”

You shrug, half sheepish. “I wasn’t sure.”

“Well, I’m glad you did.” She gestures toward the open door. “It’s a calm day. You can sit in the back if you’d rather just watch.”

You nod, following her into the room.

The space feels alive this time. Pillows scattered across the floor, crayons laid out on low tables, a few people chatting in soft voices. There’s music again, slow, wordless, something that feels like sunshine through leaves.

Near one corner, a girl about your age is coloring in a big storybook page. Her tongue sticks out slightly in concentration. When Wanda notices your hesitation, she murmurs, “That’s Luna. She’s one of our regulars.”

Luna glances up and beams. “Hi!”

“Hi,” you manage.

“You can sit here if you want,” she says, patting the rug beside her. “I have extra crayons.”

You glance at Wanda, who nods encouragingly. “Go ahead. She’s good company.”

You sit down slowly, cross-legged on the rug. It feels strange at first, you can’t remember the last time you sat like this. But the rug is soft, and the smell of crayons and fabric softener fills the air.

Luna starts humming as she colors. Her drawing is full of stars and a big, clumsy moon. After a minute, she says, “What’s your favorite color?”

The question is so simple, so unassuming, that it takes you a second to answer. “Uh yellow, I think. Like sunlight.”

She grins. “That’s a good one.” She hands you a yellow crayon without looking up. “Here. You can use mine.”

You take it carefully. The paper around it is peeling, edges worn smooth by use. You start doodling in the corner of her page, small shapes at first, circles, flowers, lines that don’t really go anywhere.

No one tells you to stop.

After a while, the rhythm of coloring starts to loosen something in your chest. You don’t have to think. You don’t have to say the right thing. You just draw.

Wanda moves around the room quietly, checking in with everyone. When she pauses by you, she smiles at the paper. “That’s lovely,” she says softly. “Such bright colors.”

Her tone is warm but gentle,  not patronizing, just kind. When she adds, “You’re doing great, sweetheart,” something inside you melts. You don’t even flinch at the word.

You look up to respond, but the words don’t quite come. Instead, you just nod, smiling a little too wide, hoping that’s enough.

Wanda gives your shoulder the lightest touch before she walks away, and it leaves a warmth that lingers long after.

Luna’s humming drifts into giggles as she leans closer to you. “Wanda’s nice, huh?”

“Yeah,” you whisper.

“Natasha too. She’s quiet, but she makes the best snacks.”

As if summoned, Natasha appears a few minutes later, balancing a tray of fruit slices and small cookies. “Snack time,” she announces softly.

Luna lights up. “Yay!”

Natasha kneels beside you both, her tone low and reassuring. “You want some too?”

You hesitate, then nod. She hands you a small napkin with apple slices. Her hand brushes yours briefly, warm, steady. “Good choice,” she murmurs.

You nibble one piece slowly. The sweetness fills your mouth, grounding and simple. You hadn’t realized how long it’s been since you let yourself enjoy something so small without guilt.

The room hums with quiet conversation. Someone laughs softly across the room. Wanda switches the music to a lullaby,  gentle piano, almost like a heartbeat.

You lean back slightly, your shoulders loosening.

Luna starts telling you about a stuffed animal she brought, a little lamb with floppy ears. She presses it into your hands without hesitation. “You can hold her if you want. She’s soft.”

You blink. “Oh okay.”

The lamb’s fur is worn smooth, just like the bunny from before. You trace the ribbon around its neck, fingers moving slow.

Something shifts again. The air feels thicker, slower. Your thoughts are quieter now, like the noise in your head finally found an off switch.

Wanda glances over, notices your faraway look, and gives Natasha a small nod. Neither of them say anything. They’ve seen this before, the way stillness sneaks up and makes someone small for a while.

When Natasha comes by again, she crouches down beside you. “You doing alright, honey?”

You nod, eyes heavy. “Mhm.”

She doesn’t press. “You look calm. That’s good.” She brushes a stray piece of hair from your cheek with the back of her knuckle, not too close, just enough to steady you. “You can rest if you want.”

Luna yawns beside you, curling up under a blanket. You follow her lead without thinking, setting the lamb in your lap.

Wanda dims the lights a bit, so the fairy lights above the canopy glow softly. The whole room feels wrapped in golden hush.

Someone nearby starts humming again, maybe Wanda, maybe the music, and the sound slips under your skin like a lullaby.

You don’t sleep, but you drift.

When the session ends, the room has that post-storm calm, quiet but warm. Wanda moves carefully, tidying crayons and collecting cups. Natasha kneels beside you again, her voice still that same soft rasp.

“Time to head out, sweet thing.”

You blink slowly, rubbing at your eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t apologize,” she says immediately. “You did good. Sometimes our bodies just need a break.”

You nod, still a little foggy.

Wanda appears with your shoes in her hands, kneeling to set them beside you. “You can come next week if you want,” she says gently. “Or sooner. There’s no schedule for comfort.”

Her words make your throat tighten. “Okay.”

She smiles and squeezes your shoulder. “You did beautifully today.”

Natasha holds the door open for you as you step outside. The air is cooler now, the sun low and gold.

“Take care of yourself,” she says quietly.

“I’ll try.”

“Good.”

The bell chimes softly behind you as the door closes. You pause on the sidewalk, taking a slow breath. Somewhere behind you, the lullaby is still playing faintly, echoing in your head.

You hum the melody as you walk home, slow, sweet, steady, the kind of sound that keeps the world gentle for just a little longer.

[toldthatdevil]

Little Fish

pairings: WandaNat x Little!Reader

Content: swimming lessons, first time at a water park, protective mommies, age regression

A/N: so this ask actually disappeared from my inbox and im so glad I had it saved in my notes because I really got into this one so thank you to the anon that sent it to me.

p.s if you sent in an ask and I never responded to it, it might be because it has also disappeared so feel free to send it in again!

Prompt: Hihi i dunno if this is where we request things but could you maybe write wandanat x little!reader with maybe a trip to a water park or going swimming or something please? Maybe teaching her how to swim? I can't swim and I miss summer.

It was the height of summer. The worst season ever, because it meant you were always hot and always sweaty. It was the kind of hot that made all of your clothes cling to your skin and your hair feel like a sticky mess if it wasn’t tied up properly. But today your mommies were trying to make your summer a little less awful, because today they were taking you to the water park. 

The drive felt like it was taking forever. You were practically vibrating in your car seat with excitement, asking, “Are we there yet?” every five minutes, much to Natasha and Wanda’s amusement. But, finally, finally, the twisting water slides appeared in the distance, and you pressed your face against the glass, straining to get a better look.

“Someone’s excited,” Natasha smirked, catching you bouncing in the rearview mirror.

Wanda turned around in her seat, brushing your knee with her hand to get your attention. “Remember our rule, sweetheart? You stay close, and tell mommy or me if it starts to feel like too much.”

You nodded eagerly, too busy staring out the window at the water slides to answer. This was your very first time at a water park, and even though you couldn’t really swim—if at all—your mommies had promised they’d stay with you the whole time, no matter what.

Once the car was parked, Natasha helped you out of your car seat while Wanda grabbed the bags from the trunk.  Together, you joined the queue to enter the park ,then made your way to the family changing room. 

Inside, Wanda knelt down helping you out of your clothes and into your swimsuit. “Arms up,” she prompted gently. You obeyed with a giggle, delighted as she helped you wriggle into your swimsuit.

But then came the worst part. 

“Sunscreen time,” Natasha announced, kneeling in front of you with the bottle in her hand. “Hold still, lovebug,” she said, trying to smother the cold lotion onto your skin.

“Eww! It’s yucky!” you whined, trying to squirm away. You knew sunscreen was important, but did it always have to feel so cold? You felt Wanda’s hands rest gently but firmly on your shoulders to stop you squirming even more.

“Just a little more,” Wanda soothed, bending down to kiss your cheek. “We don’t want you coming home looking like a tomato, now do we?”

You sighed and gave a reluctant nod, murmuring a soft “hm” as you finally gave in.

“And done,” Natasha said with a satisfied nod, tossing the bottle back into the beach bag.

You immediately turned scrambling toward the door, your hand already on the handle. “Can we go, can we go?”

Behind you, Wanda was half naked, she hadn’t even had time to put her bikini bra on before you opened the door.

“Hey—! Wait, wait!” Wanda gasped, fumbling to cover herself before you could swing the door all the way open exposing her. “Mama’s not trying to flash the whole water park here, sweetheart.”

Natasha chuckled from where she was folding your clothes back into the bag. “Easy, tiger,” she said with a teasing glance.

Wanda smirked as she finally got the ties of her bikini top secured. 

“Ugh,” you groaned dramatically, bouncing on your heels as you waited. “Can we go now?!” 

“Hm…” Wanda drew out the sound as she looked you over thoughtfully. “I don’t know… I think something’s missing.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “What?”

She knelt down beside one of the bags on the floor and unzipped it.

“I have something for you,” she whispered, with a smile.

Your eyes widened as she revealed a pair of colourful armband floats and a floatie shaped exactly like your favourite animal.

“Mama!” you gasped, reaching out with grabby hands. “I love them!”

Natasha and Wanda chuckled, happy with your reaction.

“What do we say?” Natasha prompted gently, one eyebrow raised as she stood and slung the bag over her shoulder.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you squealed in delight, throwing your arms around your mama and hugging her tightly.

————

The water park was… a lot.

It was bigger than you imagined. Louder too. You stood there hesitantly, unsure of what to do first. You watched as the other children darted past you, shrieking with laughter, water splashing everywhere. There were so many people and it all felt like chaos, which was exciting but also overwhelming. 

You reached for your mommies’ hands without thinking, suddenly feeling very, very small.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Wanda murmured, sensing your nervousness. “How about we start with something gentle? We could try the lazy river, hm?”

You nodded, not entirely sure what that was but trusting your mommy’s suggestion. 

You didn’t have to wait in line long before, you were settling into your brightly coloured inflatable ring. Natasha held it steady for you so you didn’t drift off, then climbed into her own once Wanda had settled into hers.

You could feel the current tugging at you gently eager to move and for a moment you were worried that as soon as Natasha let go you would be whisked away, but she didn’t. The water stayed slow and gently, carrying all three of you along.

You trailed your fingers through the warm water, watching the ripples spread. One loop around the river turned into two before you even realised, and you were secretly hoping to go around a third time but Wanda gave your ring a soft nudge.

“Alright, little fish,” she smiled, “let’s try something else?”

———

After the lazy river, you wandered through the park for a while, taking everything in from the safety of your mommies arms. They took turns giving you piggy backs when you complained that the ground was getting too hot for your bare feet. Together you looked at the wave pool, watched the bigger kids zoom down the slides that were way too tall for you, and found it particularly hilarious to watch the giant water buckets fill up and tip over, splashing water onto people’s heads.

Eventually though your tummy started to rumble.

You ate lunch with your mommies by the lagoon pool, munching on sandwiches and fruit cups. As you ate your food, you watched the other kids slide down the smaller slides nearby, eyes glued to them.

You were too small for the big slides you saw earlier,  but these ones looked smaller, something you might be able to try. 

“You wanna try it out, lovebug?” Natasha asked, following your gaze. 

You bit your lip. You really wanted to… but it was new and that made it scary. 

“I can go with you,” she offered gently. “You can sit right in my lap the whole way down.”

You looked at your mama, unsure. Wanda gave you an encouraging smile, her voice soft as she spoke. “You can do it sweetheart,” she said, her eyes warm and reassuring. 

That was all you needed to hear to convince you. You nodded, but you were only going if mommy went with you like she said she would, and if mama would wait for you in the pool below.

Taking a deep breath, you started to climb the metal stairs. Natasha’s hand found yours, steadying your nerves as you climbed, but still each step forward made your heart beat faster and butterflies flutter in your belly. Natasha’s voice was soft and low beside you so only you could hear, soothing you gently. “You’ve got this, lovebug. We’re almost there.”

When you reached the top, you realised just how high up you were. It didn’t look that tall from the ground but now you were here you were unsure if you could do it at all. 

You watched as Natasha sat down first on the slide, the water rushing past her. She reached out her arms for you but you stood there hesitantly. “Come on, squirt” she said.

Carefully you shuffled over to her and she pulled you effortlessly into her lap.

“Ready?” she asked, adjusting you slightly so you were secure. You gave her a nervous nod, and with your approval she pushed off gently, starting your descent down the slide.

You screamed the entire way down, clinging to her as you whooshed around the bends of the slide, cold water spraying your face. You had your eyes shut tight the entire way down, so the big splash into the pool took you by complete surprise. 

You felt Natasha’s grip tighten on your waist just before bringing you up above the water. 

As you wiped the water from your face and blinked your eyes open, you saw your mama waiting right where she said she’d be. In the pool, only she had a waterproof camera in hand. 

“You did it, sweetheart!” she cheered, beaming. She waded over and planted a big kiss on your cheeks, making you giggle.

“Again!!” you shouted as soon as you caught your breath.

Natasha laughed. “Could you hear her screaming the whole way down?”

“I’m pretty sure half of the park heard her,” Wanda laughed. 

—————

The rest of the afternoon consisted of waiting in line for the same exact slide, over and over again and running around in the splash pads. 

But there was only one thing left you really wanted to try: the wave pool.

Wanda frowned slightly. “I think you might be too little, sweetheart…”

Your bottom lip wobbled. “Please, Mommy?” you whispered, turning to Natasha. You knew Natasha was much easier to convince than your mama.

Natasha sighed, and looked over at Wanda. “Maybe we give her a quick swimming lesson first?”

Wanda didn’t answer right away. She glanced between the two of you, looking at your hopeful little face made her soften, just a bit.

“Okay,” she said finally, “but I want to see you swimming like a little fish before we even think about the waves.”

—————

“I can’t do it mommy,” you whimpered, your little toes curling over the edge of the pool. Even though the water was shallow and you could see the bottom, see the toys that had sunk down there waiting to be recovered. it was still so scary.

“Yes you can,” Natasha encouraged from the water, her red hair now pulled back into a ponytail, her arms wide open for you, “you’re so brave, I know you can do this.”

“And I’m right behind you,” Wanda added, rubbing small circles on your back but your heart still felt as though it was going to beat its way out from your ribcage.

“What if I sink?” you asked in a small voice, feeling yourself slipping deeper into your headspace.

Wanda knelt beside you, taking your hands gently in hers. “Watch,” her voice was soft. She waved a hand and tendrils of her red magic rippled through the water, and a toy that had sunk to the bottom of the pool floated up into her hand. “If you go under, I’ll just bring you back to me.”

You giggled. Her magic always helped and you loved watching her use it.

“Okay,” you whispered. “But do I have to jump?”

Natasha smiled. “No, silly.”

“Come sit on the steps with me,” Wanda said, guiding you down to sit on the first step. The water lapped at your waist, and Natasha waded over to come closer to you.

“Lesson Number 1,” Natasha said, slipping into what you called her "secret spy" voice, “is learning to be friends with the water. Let’s start by splashing.”

You kicked and splashed and giggled, slowly relaxing. Natasha taught you to blow bubbles with your face partially submerged.

“That’s it, just like blowing out birthday candles.”

You watched as she showed you how to use your arms to push you forward in the water. 

“Imagine you’re scooping ice cream.”

And she showed you how to float on your back without your armbands on.

Wanda sat at the edge of the pool, watching and taking pictures with her camera, occasionally giving your floatie that you had insisted on bringing with you a nudge closer with her magic, making you giggle through your nerves.

It didn’t take you long to catch on, and now you were barely holding onto Natasha. You were only using her as a guide, scared you would bump your head on the pool wall without her.

“Okay, I’m going to let go of one hand,” she warned, “but I’ll be right here.”

You nodded, determined to this. She let go and you kept going, you kept kicking and scooping and you were finally swimming!

“You’re doing it!” Wanda cheered from the side of the pool, her camera clicking rapidly.

“Mommy, I wanna try without you holding me!”

Natasha raised a brow but nodded. “Alright then squirt. Swim from me to Mama.”

You took a deep breath, scooped, kicked and swam, doing your best to go in a straight of a line as possible. You knew you’d made it when Wanda scooped you into a tight hug.

You let out a squeal.

“Now back to me!” Natasha called, her arms outstretched for you.

You felt much more confident this time, but you kicked yourself right into Natasha’s embrace.

“Mission accomplished!” she declared, giving you a big kiss on your wet cheeks and spinning you around. “Wave pool time?”

You grinned, nodding excitedly.

——————

You waded in together just at the right time. The horn blared signalling the start of the waves.  The gentle swells of the water began to rise, rolling in lazily at first before you saw them really starting to build in size. 

Wanda had one hand resting on your back, her other subtly weaving glowing red threads of her magic into the water around you. You didn’t notice what she was doing exactly, but you could tell the water felt different where you were, it was softer. Nowhere near as exciting as further out, where you wanted to be.

But then you noticed why.

“Mama,” you pouted, craning to look up at her. “You’re making the waves small!”

Wanda sighed, caught in her act. “I was just trying to keep them from being too rough for you, sweetheart.”

“I want the big ones,” you insisted, pointing further out. “The real waves,”

You could see her hesitation. She glanced at Natasha for backup, but Natasha only smiled. “She’s got her armbands on, Wanda,” Natasha said. “She’ll be fine.”

You beamed happily, and latched yourself onto Natasha’s hip as you couldn’t quite reach the bottom of the pool anymore. You wrapped your little arms and legs around her like a baby koala as she walked the two of you out into deeper water. Wanda stayed close beside you, her brows slightly knit together with concern.

You felt the water gradually lifting around you, rising and falling like it was breathing. It almost felt like you were flying. The thrill of it made your heart pound hard in your chest 

“I wanna go deeper!” You squealed.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Wanda asked cautiously, brushing your wet hair out of your eyes.

“Yes! Deeper!”

Your mama looked like she might say no, but Natasha was already racing ahead, stepping further in, her grip firm around your waist.

“She’s okay,” Natasha called back confidently. “I’ve got her.”

You were in the thick of it now, the waves were cresting higher than anywhere else in the pool, more violent too. You had your arms wrapped around Natasha’s neck, laughing. You were so far out you don’t even think she could touch the floor anymore but you didn’t care. You were having fun. You felt brave. You felt big.

But then it happened.

A massive wave rolled in. “Hold on-“ Natasha started, but it was too late.

She tried to hold you tighter, but the wave knocked into her full force, and for a terrifying moment, you felt yourself slip out of her arms.

You were under the water.

You tumbled with the wave, turning upside down, water burning your nose and throat. 

Before you could panic fully, you felt a familiar warmth grasp wrapping itself around you like a ribbon and pull you through the water, into the arms of your Mama. She clutched you tightly to her chest, holding the back of your head, her heart pounding against you. You were sputtering, coughing, trying to blink away the water from your eyes. 

Your chest felt tight and your face scrunched in confusion from what just happened. You weren’t crying…not yet.

“Oh my god, is she okay?” Natasha swam up, breathless and soaked, her hands hovering near you. “I’m so sorry, I had her- I didn’t mean to -shit.” 

Your head snapped toward her, still dazed by the wave, but you caught what she said.

“Bad word,” you mumbled, sniffling a little.

“What?” Natasha blinked in confusion.

“You said a bad word, mommy,” you repeated, the tiniest form of a grin breaking on your face.

Wanda huffed a soft laugh, before pressing a firm kiss to your forehead. “She’s fine,” She murmured with relief, but you could tell her voice was still tight. She looked up at Natasha with a stern frown. “No more wave pool.”

Natasha nodded immediately, the guilt written all over her face. “Agreed. I’m so sorry, lovebug.”

You didn’t answer—just wrapped your arms tightly around Wanda’s neck, pressing your cheek against her shoulder.

Wanda carried you out of the pool, not letting go for even a second. You were still a little shaky, your face pink and damp, but you stayed quiet as she wrapped a towel around you and gently patted you dry.

“Let’s get you warm,” Wanda said softly, tucking your floaties under her arm.

Natasha came back with a bottle of water and your favourite snack from the cooler bag, crouching beside your lounge chair.

“Here,” she whispered, holding it out. “Hydration mission, agent. Top priority.”

You took the bottle with both hands and drank obediently, eyes still a bit wide but your fingers curling in comfort when Wanda sat down beside you and draped another towel across your lap.

“Think we’re done with deep water for today,”Natasha said gently, brushing her knuckles against your cheek.

You nodded slowly, leaning into Wanda’s side as she wrapped her arm around you. The events of the day were beginning to catch up to you. You were warm, dry, full of snacks, and now totally tuckered out.

“Can we do lazy river again later?” you asked with a yawn, your voice small, already starting to lose your battle with sleep.

Wanda smiled and tucked your damp hair behind your ear. “Of course we can, my love.”

Natasha leaned in and kissed your temple. “But only if you promise to let me hold you extra tight.”

You gave a sleepy nod, and let your eyes flutter shut, needing to close them for just a few moments. But the sounds of the water park, the laughter, the splashing, the feeling of the sun on your skin slipped further and further away from you and before you knew it, you were fast asleep, wrapped contently in Wanda’s arms.

[bearsnfroggies]

Build-a-love: Chapter 1

Paring: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x gn!/nonbinary!Reader

Summary: You meet Wanda at the mall and she drags you to meet her girlfriend (Natasha), you're crushed that she has a girlfriend but that's quickly remedied.

A/n: It was pretty unanimous that y'all wanted this. Please be kind I haven't written a non-academic work since I was a literal pre-teen, and this is also INCREDIBLY self indulgent. Also clarifications: This story is age regression NOT k!nk, it is all going to sfw, reader x wanda x nat will be in a romantic relationship though. This is just the start, I promise there is more to come. (also title is a work in progress)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

Grinning to myself I looked up at the mall around me looking for one specific store. Turning into another corridor I spotted the brightly colored sign just a few shops down. I sped up, growing more excited with each step I took. I had been saving up to get the frog stuffie from Build-a-Bear ever since I found out about it, and when I learned it was going to be sold in the mall near my apartment I couldn't stop myself from going. 

I finally reached the store, luckily for me it wasn't overly crowded with a few parents and their kids and one or two other people my age. I paid no mind to them though. I was on a mission. I searched the bins for the frog and had to hold back a squeal of excitement when I found it. I did however hop in place once or twice as I held what would soon be my new best friend. 

I quickly went over to the stuffing machine where some workers were helping kids stuff their own stuffies. I rocked on my feet as I waited patiently for them to finish. Normally I would've been embarrassed to be seen in this store, especially looking so excited for a stuffed animal, but I just couldn't help myself. 

The worker finished with a young boy's dog and handed it to him with a smile before looking at me.

"Hello! You wanna go ahead and pick out a heart for your friend?" The person had kind eyes. It made me feel better knowing I wasn't going to be looked down on for wanting a stuffie at my age.

I searched through the stand of hearts before I picked one up and gave it to them. They took it as well as my frog before they spoke again "how much stuffing do you want in your little frog? A lot, medium amount, or a little bit." 

"Just the normal medium amount please" I replied

They nodded before pointing to a rack next to me "we also have scents you can put in your friend if you want to look through those." 

I looked to my right and saw the stand of little scents. I looked through it while the worker stuffed my frog. There were so many it was kind of hard to choose, in my hands I held lavender, mint, fresh flower, and coconut. It took me a minute but I finally settled on mint. 

The worker handed me the frog, “How’s this feeling?” I gave it a hug and nodded happily “It’s perfect.” Taking the stuffed animal back from me they finished up with my frog by taking the scent packet out of my hand to put inside before closing and tying off the threads. I'm happy they didn't make me do any spinning or jumping like I saw them do with the kids, I think I'd be too embarrassed to do that. They handed it to me with another soft smile and I muttered out a small 'thank you' before walking over to the clothes. 

They had little pride boxers and I couldn't help but smile and giggle a little. I knew that I had to get them. 

As I looked at more clothing to see if I could find a shirt I liked I started bouncing on my heels again while hugging my new stuffie close to my chest. I did notice there was one other person now standing in the little clothing section. She looked just a few years older than me and absolutely beautiful. I wondered if she was shopping for a gift, maybe a kid? She did have a sort of motherly energy even if she didn’t look that much older than me. 

I realized I was staring straight at her when she caught my eye and tilted her head slightly. I blushed and looked away quickly going back to browsing shirts. I picked up a little red plaid shirt, I owned a matching one just like it and then we could match. As I struggled to fit my frog's little arms through the shirt sleeves a throat cleared next to me. Stilling my movements and tensing slightly I looked up. 

The woman was now standing right in front of me with a small smirk on her face. I blushed again feeling it move down my neck. My whole face and ears were surely bright red. Unable to get any words out of my mouth I just stood there dumbly. 

Her smirk got a bit wider before softening into a small smile "need a hand?" 

Her voice was angelic, I could hear a hint of an accent but couldn't place it. Her head tilted again and I realized I hadn't responded. 

"Oh! Uh- yeah sure thank you" I barely managed to squeeze the sentence out before I handed her the stuffie. She expertly put the shirt on before buttoning it up and straightening it out a little. 

"Here you go. It's a cute stuffie, I like the pride boxers." She handed the frog back to me.

"Th-thanks. I really like frogs." I facepalmed internally,  a cute girl is talking to you and the most you can get out is 'I like frogs' I'm such a dumb ass. 

Her smile faltered for a second before recovering. "What's its name?"

"Oh uh I haven't really thought of one yet. Um I'll probably just name it something silly like Bandit." I squeezed Bandit a little tighter.

"I don't think that's a silly name, it's cute. Since we're talking about cute things and their names, what's yours?" 

My blush had just gone away and now it's back in full force. This woman makes me blush so easily. And she just called me cute!

"It's Y/n. Uh wh-what's yours?" I smiled awkwardly. 

"My name's Wanda," she held out her hand. I shook it. We pulled away and then her phone buzzed, she quickly glanced at it and then typed something. Before looking back at me.

"That was my girlfriend sorry she’s wondering why I'm taking so long" my heart broke a little bit at the word girlfriend. Of course she's not single, she's gorgeous, she was just being friendly.

"Oh it's no worries I'll uh let you get back to what you were doing so that you can go see her. Wouldn't want to keep her waiting." I only just now noticed that she had a pretty standard teddy bear tucked under one of her arms although its fur was a soft wine red rather than the usual brown. It had a little black jacket on as well as black pants and black boots. 

I turn to go to the front desk and pay for Bandit in order to get out of here as fast as possible, I'm unable to take more than one step before I feel a hand on my shoulder. 

"Wait! Do you wanna come with me to meet up with her? We were going to grab lunch in the food court." Wanda had a smile on her face but a slightly pleading look in her eyes. 

I paused and was a little taken aback by the fact that this woman I had just met wanted me to come with her to meet her girlfriend. "I wouldn't want to intrude on time with your girlfriend, after all we did just meet" I laughed awkwardly again.

"It's not intruding if I invite you. Besides, how else am I supposed to get to know you?" And there's that damn head tilt again. I internally sighed a little, what could it hurt? Going with the woman who you think is insanely pretty and nice to meet her girlfriend, what could go wrong?

I nod my head a little as I agree "alright I'll come with, just let me pay for this."

She follows me to the register. The cashier rings me up and I can't help but cringe internally. I know logically fifty dollars isn't a lot but it feels wrong to spend even that amount of money on myself. 

I wait for her near the exit as she pays for her stuffie not even sparing a second glance at the price before paying. She walks over with a large smile on her face. 

"Come on, my girlfriend said she'll meet us by the food court." She grabs my hand and starts dragging me along behind her.

Normally I'd be upset over the lack of personal space, but I can't help tingle the spreads from my hand up my body ending with my face which I'm sure sports a dopey grin.  We tread along and reach the food court. Wanda pauses for a moment while glancing around before finding who she was looking for. She starts pulling me along again to a figure decked out in all black. Black jacket, black shirt, black pants, black shoes, and a black hat to top it off. There is a hint of red peeking out from beneath the hat though. I smile and think about the teddy bear she made, knowing who had inspired her.

We finally reach who I assume is Wanda's girlfriend. She lets go of my hand to all but jump on the figure giving her a hug and a quick peck on the lips. I hold in my slight frown at her letting go of my hand. Wanda steps back before glancing at me. 

"Y/n this is Natasha, Tasha this is Y/n." I make eye contact with Natasha and a spark of recognition ignites in my brain. Holy Shit! That's THE back widow. My jaw goes slack and before I can even get a word out Wanda's hand is covering my mouth.

"Please don't make a scene, we've managed to go all day without getting recognized." I turn my attention back to Wanda. Wait, we? I take a closer look at her before it dawns on me. The accent, it's Sokovian. This is Wanda Maximoff, THE Scarlet Witch. My eyes widen even more if possible. 

Wanda's hand is still over my mouth. "If I take my hand away you promise not to be too loud?" I nod my head in agreement. 

She lowers her hand, and as I promised I don't make a sound. I stare at them for at least a full minute before a quiet "holy shit" leaves my mouth. Wanda lets out a giggle and I can hear a slight chuckle coming from Natasha as well. 

Wanda leans into Natashas side and Natasha's arm goes around her shoulder without pause, like it's the most natural position for them to be in.

"Y/n!" I startled slightly not realizing I and zoned out staring at the pair. I look up into Wanda's eyes with a sheepish smile. 

"Sorry, what was that?"

"I asked if you have any preference on food?"

Oh yeah, that's right, Wanda wanted me to have lunch with her and her girlfriend. Just a casual lunch with two avengers, no biggy. Although I already spent money on this stuffie today I don't know if I should buy food. I was originally only planning on staying long enough to get my frog and leave, that way I could eat at home. 

"Oh I don't really care, I'm not that hungry." 

Both avengers shared a look with each other. Natasah was the one to speak up, "Okay well I've been craving tacos all day so I think that's what I'm having, you okay with tacos Wands?"

"That's fine with me love, y/n and I will get seats while you get food." They shared one more kiss before Natasha went off to get food.

Wanda grabbed my hand for the second time today and pulled me in the direction of an empty booth near a wall. It was more off to the side, secluded enough that we weren't surrounded by people. We sat down but instead of sliding into the seat across from me like I expected her to, Wanda slid in next to me. We were still holding hands and mine was definitely starting to sweat but Wanda didn't seem to mind. She turned to face me.

"Are you sure you're not hungry honey? It's almost 2pm" the pet name caught me off guard, but I still managed to compose myself enough to respond.

"No, no it's fine. I can always eat when I get home, and like I said I'm not really hungry right now anyways." And of course at that moment, like the universe is pulling a prank on me my stomach rumbles just loud enough to be heard. 

Wanda raised an eyebrow, "I don't know, sure sounds like you're hungry to me. I'll tell Nat to get you something too." She pulls out her phone and starts typing.

"Are you allergic to anything?"

"No nothing I'm allergic to, but it's fine really you guys shouldn't buy me food, like I said before I have food at home I can eat then." All I got was a hum in reply before Wanda put her phone down again. 

"Honey it's fine you're hungry and me and Nat are eating so you should too." She says it with such a sense of finality that I can't come up with an argument. Instead I start to fiddle with a bracelet from around my wrist.

"So I know you like frogs but what other things do you like? Hobbies, Interests, anything really."

"Um well I'm in college and I work, I don't have much free time because of that but I enjoy reading and sometimes playing video games when I can." I was twisting the bracelet around my finger tightly and watching it turn red before I released my finger and started again.

"Oh! What do you study?" Unbeknownst to me Wanda was watching my fingers as well.

"I'm a bioinformatics major, PhD because apparently I want to torture myself with school." I finally looked up at her and cracked a bit of a smile at my ending statement. But I caught Wanda looking at my hands with a furrow to her brow. 

"You must be very smart then." I blushed, and then proceeded to blush even harder when she untucked my fingers from the bracelet and moved it back onto my wrist. I went to protest in confusion but she was speaking before I could even process my thoughts fully. "You shouldn't do that with your fingers, you’ll hurt them." 

Normally if someone told me what to do I would lash out a little. Especially if I had just met them but her tone of voice threw me off guard. Instead of condescending it was gentle and seemed to have genuine worry laced in the words the tone was still firm and left no room for arguments though. Unsure of how to respond I mumbled a quick sorry. I was saved from awkward silence because soon after Natasha sat down across from us with a tray of food. 

She handed Wanda a plate of tacos with beans and salad on the side before pushing a plate with a quesadilla on it towards me. 

"Wasn't sure what you liked and figured a quesadilla was the safest option." Natasha had the last plate of food set in front of herself and was already busy dumping her beans onto the two tacos on her plate. 

"Yeah I like quesadillas, really though you didn't have to buy me food." 

Wanda and Natasha looked at each other for a long moment almost like they were having a conversation with just their eyes. They both turned to me then before Wanda spoke, "Y/n there's no need to feel guilty about us buying you food, I know we just met but we have more than enough money to cover a few dollars spent on food to feed a hungry mouth, alright honey? Now eat up." 

There's that tone again, with no room for arguments. I tuck into my food with the pair doing the same. I am quite hungry I find and I quickly devour the quesadilla faster than Wanda and Nat finish their tacos. I'm still a bit hungry but I don't want to let them in on that and have them buy me more food. Without prompting Wanda scoops half her salad and beans onto my plate. I look at her in shock.

"You're much hungrier than I am, I've never been one for large portion sizes, besides you need some vegetables and protein too." Knowing I won't get far with arguments with her I just start eating what's been put onto my plate, I don't miss the smile that tugs at her lips though.

We chat between mouthfuls about simple things, and Natasha also learns about my chosen degree and what I do in my free time. And I learned that they came out for a date and to get away from the rest of the team. 

I'm still a bit starstruck with the fact that I'm having lunch with two avengers. Once all our plates are clean I realize that there's nothing keeping me here anymore though, I have no reason to keep intruding on what is obviously time for just them. Natasha had gotten up to dispose of our plates so now it was just me and Wanda at the table again.

"Thank you so so much for lunch. I'll get out of your hair though so you can enjoy the rest of your date together." I start to scoot over expecting Wanda to move to let me out of the booth but she stays put.

I give her a questioning look, "I- uh sorry I should've asked um can you please move so I can get out?" She still doesn't budge and by now Natasha is back and sliding back into the other side of the booth.

"You don't have to leave Y/n." Natasha speaks up. I give them both confused glances. "You guys were out on a date and while I appreciate the food greatly I really can't help but feel like I'm very much intruding at this point." I've settled back into my spot but closer to Wanda than I was before.

"Honey how many times do I have to tell you, you really aren't intruding! I promise." Wanda grabs my hand on top of the table and if I wasn't already flushed because of the pet name I sure was now. 

It takes me a moment to catch my bearings but I give Wanda an incredulous look before I speak. "I'm sorry I'm just really confused right now. How in the world am I not intruding? You guys were on a date, you just met me and now you're hanging out with me instead of with just each other. That definitely seems like intruding to me."

"We invited you to lunch Y/n, you didn't insert yourself into our time. Wanda is trying to express that we want you to be here and to spend time with you. Sometimes Wanda forgets not everyone can read minds. Look, she thought you were cute and wanted us to meet." It's Natasha who speaks up this time laying her hand over my hand that Wanda is still holding onto. 

I can feel my brain make the windows reboot sound. Okay. Wait. What?! First I meet two of the avengers and then learn that two of the women avengers are DATING and then that one of those women thinks I'm cute. But they're dating??? 

I hear a giggle beside me that breaks me out of my head. I look at Wanda trying to find out what caused her to laugh only to see her staring back at me. Then it clicks, mind reader. Oh shit mind reader. Wanda giggles again.

"It took you a second, but I'm happy you figured it out. I know you are confused but why don't you share your questions out loud so Tasha can hear them too?"

I stare in shock at her wondering just how many thoughts from me she's heard since I met her. "The answer is all of them but I try to let people have their privacy, even if it's almost never intentional on my part to listen to their thoughts. Now any other questions you have for us, out loud this time?"

"Oh uh, well aren't you guys dating? bringing a person you think is... cute to meet the person you're in a relationship with usually isn't relationship standard, actually most of the time it ends badly." I can feel my blush when saying the word cute, just thinking about how Wanda thinks I'm cute is making me flustered. 

"Generally yes, but me and Tasha figured out it's different for us. We've realized that neither of us are opposed to dating more people and so if we decided that there's someone we might be interested in..."

"We decided to let the other meet them and go from there" Natasha finished Wanda's thought. They both send gentle smiles my way.

"We know it might be a bit much, but we both think you're cute and would love to take you out on a date if you'd let us." Wanda squeezes my hand as she speaks. I don't respond right away, still trying to process everything that's been said in the last minute. Eventually I do find my voice.

"You want to take ME on a date?! Why?" I must say it a bit loud because both Wanda and Natasha glance around but luckily no else seems bothered by my outburst.

 "Yes, like we said Y/n you're cute and we'd like to get to know you better." Natasha's thumb brushes gently against the side of the hand that she can reach that's not covered by Wanda's own hand. 

"I still don't understand why me, of all people, but I'd be an idiot to pass up a date with two women as beautiful and amazing as you both are." They share another glance when I talk down on myself but move on quickly to beaming smiles directed right at me.

"We're so excited! Would you maybe want to continue spending time with us today?" Wanda says, still smiling ear to ear. I glance quickly at my phone for the time, 3pm already.

"Oh uh, well I'm not actually sure I can today. It's just I've got a lot of homework I've got to finish today, and I also need to do laundry still and-" I knew I was rambling again out of nervousness but also guilt. I felt bad that I agreed to a date and now I was saying I couldn't. Luckily Natasha cut me off. 

"It's okay milashka, we can schedule another time that works better for you. Here, why don't I give you my phone and you can put your number in okay?" 

"Okay yeah, that sounds great." I give both of them a shy smile. 

Natasha hands me her phone and I quickly type in my phone number and my name before handing it back to her. Wanda then hands me her phone, "So natty doesn't hog you all to herself." She sends me a wink. I type in my information on hers as well before handing it back Wanda looks down at her phone and types something in before putting it away.

"I suppose that we should let you get home to start on your homework. Wouldn't want you to fall behind. We'll be in touch soon to arrange our date though.” Natasha winks. They let go of my hand and I instantly miss the warmth. We all stand from the table and then they link their hands but before they can walk away Wanda hesitates for a split second before pulling away from Natasha and enveloping me into an unexpected hug. I'm caught off guard and it takes me a moment to realize what is happening, surprisingly I melt into the hug rather than shrink away like I would usually do with unexpected physical contact.

Wanda seems reluctant to pull away but does so eventually. “Sorry, I couldn't help myself.” 

Smiling softly I respond, “that’s okay it was nice”. I then notice Natasha moving closer to me, she doesn’t pull me in for a full hug like Wanda did but she wraps an arm around my shoulders and squeezes me into her side briefly. She pulls away and steps back to Wandas side.

“See you soon Iubirea” They both wave and then start walking away, and I’m left a little awestruck at what just transpired. Well, time to head home. It's gonna be so hard to do homework after that.

I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts. Just a casual lunch with two avengers, who want to go on a date, with me. No biggy. I stand out of the booth making sure not to forget my build a bear box. There's not a lot of time to dwell on it now. I really should head back to my apartment to do some homework, and housework ugh.

The entire drive home I can't stop thinking about them. The rest of the evening while I sit through hours of homework they're still on my mind. And even while laying in bed nothing can keep my mind off them for long, I fall asleep to thoughts and Natasha and Wanda.

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Between Pancakes and Silences | The Way Back Home | WandaNat x Little!Reader

Summary: Reader returns from a weekend trip with her parents. But all she wants is to go home to her mommies.

Warnings: breastfeeding, sfw age regression, diapers.

Note: English is not my first language. Please forgive any mistakes.

You were sitting in the second row, on the left side of the room, as always. Hair hastily tied back. Eyes downcast. Legs crossed — physically and emotionally guarded.

You hadn’t slept well.

Not since Friday.

The forced trip with your parents had ended that morning, the car stopping in front of the college as if it were doing you a favor. Your mother gave a fake smile. Your father told you to “be brilliant.” Neither of them asked how you were feeling.

And now here you were. In class with Natasha Romanoff.

The professor walked in right on time, as always. Dark blazer, steady stride. She gave the classroom a quick scan, her eyes briefly passing over you without stopping. Professional. Just as it should be. You met her gaze with a small, discreet, but tired smile.

But deep down, Natasha knew.

She’s exhausted. Left their house this morning. Didn’t even manage to say good morning. Just texted “arrived” at 11:48 in the group chat. And only because she snuck off to the bathroom. She barely said a word the entire trip.

Wanda, even though she wasn’t there, knew too. She and Natasha were exchanging quiet messages the whole time.

❤️ Wanda: “Did you see her mom’s Instagram stories? That ‘lecture’ yesterday… it looked like a cult. She was in the back. Falling apart.”

🖤 Natasha: “I saw. Today she’s in pieces.”

Natasha placed her materials on the desk and started the class.

— Today we’ll review the concepts of narrative strategy and impactful argument structure. Open your book to page 42.

The class began to stir. You didn’t. You hesitated for a few moments and had to take a deep breath before finally opening your backpack and taking out your materials.

You opened the booklet, but your mind was somewhere else.

Just five more hours.

Only five more hours until Wanda’s class, the last one. Until you could get to the car. To the gate. To the hug. To the pacifier.

The thought came quickly — and dangerously. You cut it off immediately.

You couldn’t think about that here.

Or you’d fall apart.

Your phone vibrated under the desk. A soft buzz.

The group chat: “us”.

🖤 Natasha: “Did you drink water, baby girl?”

🩷 You: “Yes. A sip. I’m okay.”

Natasha didn’t reply. She just glanced at you discreetly. You didn’t even look up. Your posture was perfect. But inside… you just wanted to be held.

She’s not just our student. She’s our baby. And she’s stuck in a role that doesn’t belong to her.

Class continued. Natasha wrote on the board, corrected questions, kept her tone firm and academic. But from time to time, she sent little notes.

🖤 Natasha: “I’m here, okay? Hang in there.”

🩷 You: “I’m trying. Really.”

Across campus, Wanda read everything on her phone, standing still in the staff lounge, heart aching.

❤️ Wanda: “I wish this class was over already. I want her in my arms now.”

You yawned, fighting off exhaustion. The diaper you wore under your pants — the one you had insisted on putting on yourself that morning in the college bathroom — was light, but present. A small anchor. A reminder of what was coming. Of what was still yours.

You fidgeted with your fingers in your lap. Thought about your pacifier. The scent of lavender and honey. The quiet of Wanda and Natasha’s room. Your little nursery…

Just five more hours.

Natasha finished a long explanation and asked the students to do a group activity. You chose to work alone. You hated group work.

While your classmates moved around, you lowered your head and typed quickly:

🩷 You: “I don’t think I can make it through Wanda’s class.”

🖤 Natasha: “Yes, you can. We’re here. Just a little longer, my love.”

You took a deep breath.

Held back the tears.

Told yourself:

Just pretend a little longer. Then you can be who you are.

And so, sitting like any student, pretending to be just another adult, you stayed strong.

Waiting to go back — not to your parents’ house. But home. To your mommies.

The bell rang softly after what felt like an eternity, announcing the afternoon break. Class was only bearable because Natasha was the professor. But that was exactly the problem. You didn’t want your professor. You wanted your mommy.

Chairs began to creak as students stood up, grabbing backpacks, phones, water bottles.

You remained seated.

Back straight, hands gripping your thighs. Head slightly lowered.

You looked like you didn’t know what to do with your own body.

Natasha watched from where she was, pretending to go over notes.

Your gaze met hers for a moment.

It was a tired look. Small. Almost childlike. A silent plea.

“Will you take me home?”

But Natasha couldn’t.

She just subtly nodded toward the door with her chin, like saying: Go on, sweetheart. Go take a breath.

You understood. You always did. You knew Natasha couldn’t do anything now.

You nodded, slowly gathered your backpack, and left with the last few students.

As soon as you stepped outside, your phone buzzed twice.

🖤 Natasha: “Go to the cafeteria, okay? Get something to eat.”

❤️ Wanda: “There’s chicken sandwich today. Or that chocolate muffin you like.”

You smiled for the first time all day. A small, discreet smile, but real.

The messages felt like a caress in the middle of stone.

🩷 You: “Okay. I’ll go.”

You walked to the cafeteria with short steps. Your legs felt heavy. The long shirt covered well, but the diaper underneath was still there — slightly damp. A quiet comfort.

At the counter, you looked at the options. Chose a chocolate muffin — warm, fresh out of the oven — and a box of grape juice.

At the register, you pulled a small black card from your backpack.

Not the one your parents had given you.

The one Natasha and Wanda had set up, with a low limit, just for moments like this. They insisted:

“You already deal with too much pressure from your parents. This one is just to care for you. It’s love in credit form.”

You paid.

Across campus, Natasha’s phone buzzed.

💳 “Approved purchase - $11.90: University Cafeteria.”

She smiled to herself and typed:

🖤 Natasha: “Good girl.”

You read it and blushed, glancing around discreetly.

You pouted a little and replied:

🩷 You: “I took a picture to show.”

You snapped a photo of the tray: the muffin sliced in half, the juice box.

Sent it to the group.

❤️ Wanda: “Yummy, sweetheart!”

🖤 Natasha: “Eat it all, okay? Then mommy will check if there’s room for milk.”

You let out a quiet giggle, still blushing.

And knowing there would definitely be room for milk. Especially Wanda’s.

You sat in the corner of the cafeteria, near the wall. Ate slowly. The taste was faint — exhaustion dulled everything — but the feeling of connection made it better.

When the snack was done, you tossed the juice box in the trash and got up.

Now came Wanda’s class.

Last one of the day.

Last stretch before going home. Home for real.

Wanda’s classroom was silent, as if the afternoon heat had set everyone to slow motion. The projector showed a presentation on symbolic construction of collective identity. Wanda’s voice filled the space precisely — calm, firm, elegant. She gestured with control, as always.

You were in the third row now.

The first thirty minutes, you held on. Took short notes, looked at the slides, underlined key terms. Focused on your mommy’s calm voice. The voice you couldn’t resist. But slowly, your mind began to drift.

Exhaustion.

Emotional fatigue.

Longing.

Next thing you knew, you were drawing little wings and abstract scribbles on the corner of the page. Pressing hard. Like that could ease something.

From the podium, Wanda noticed.

Discreetly, she picked up her phone and typed in the group chat.

❤️ Wanda: “Baby, focus on the lesson. It’s important.”

You glanced at the phone under the desk. Took a deep breath. Wanda noticed everything. Always.

🖤 Natasha: “What do you mean my baby’s not paying attention? 😠😠 Does mommy need to scold you?”

🩷 You: “I just want to go home…”

Wanda didn’t reply — she was back speaking to the class.

Natasha, in the staff room, crossed her arms and typed quickly:

🖤 Natasha: “Just one more hour. You can do it. Then there’s milk, bath, cuddles — anything you want.”

You closed your phone. Thought about everything waiting at home. Tried to listen for a few more minutes.

But your body wasn’t cooperating anymore.

You stood up. Said nothing. Grabbed your phone and left the room.

Wanda saw you go. Followed with her eyes for a few seconds. Tried to keep her composure. But inside, a spike of concern.

Where is she going now?

Wanda picked up her phone and wrote:

❤️ Wanda: “Where are you going, love?”

You replied almost instantly.

🩷 You: “Bathroom. But I don’t want to come back. I’ll stay in the courtyard.”

🖤 Natasha: “Yes, you will, baby. That way mommy Wanda can keep an eye on you. Class is almost over.”

🩷 You: “I don’t want to. It’s boring. The topic, not mommy…”

Wanda replied five minutes later.

❤️ Wanda: “Okay. But come back and grab your backpack later. No forgetting things halfway.”

🩷 You: “Okay…”

In the courtyard, the warm wind blew, stirring dry leaves. You didn’t even want the bathroom. You just wanted to leave the room.

Your mommy’s voice was making you confused.

You sat on a bench near a tree-lined walkway. Pulled out a book from your backpack: Fourth Wing. You picked it because of the cover — a dragon, golden sparkles. It looked magical. Also because you saw a girl in your Civil Law class reading it. It caught your attention.

You read two pages. Then five more.

But something in the story made you… uncomfortable.

There was too much emotion. Desire, tension. Characters touching in ways you didn’t fully understand. Not clearly. You bit your lip.

Why does this book make my chest tight?

Why does it feel like something I should know, but don’t?

You closed the book. Maybe your mommies wouldn’t be happy to know what you were reading. They always ask for the age rating. But this time, you didn’t check.

You just sat there, staring at the trees.

Not thinking much. Just waiting. Waiting for the time to come and finally go home.

The bell rang.

You got up, returned to Wanda’s classroom. It was empty now. The professor had already left. She must’ve been with Natasha already.

You grabbed your things quietly and awkwardly. Zipped up your backpack, adjusted your hair, and left the room in a rush.

You walked to the usual alley. The alley you, Wanda, and Natasha had agreed on. So no student would suspect. You crossed the campus with firm steps but slumped shoulders. The golden end of day didn’t ease the weight you carried from the weekend.

The car was already there. You sighed with relief. Tinted windows. Parked at the same spot. They were always there. Always.

You opened the back door, tossed your backpack on the seat, and climbed in.

Shut the door. Wanda greeted you first.

- Hi, baby girl!

Natasha looked back and smiled.

- Hi, sweetheart. Did you survive the classes?

And then, like a kitten meowing for comfort, you whispered:

— I want our house…

Natasha turned her head slightly, driving.

Wanda, in the passenger seat, reached her hand back right away.

— We’re already taking you, love.

You bit your lip again. Didn’t even try to hold anything back anymore.

College was over for today.

The adult mask could begin to melt.

And home — the real one — was just around the corner.

The drive to Wanda and Natasha’s house took fifteen minutes. Luckily, the college wasn’t too far.

Natasha parked the car. And you all got out.

The key turned in the lock with a soft click. The familiar scent of home filled the air: sweet lavender, clean fabric, and a light touch of vanilla — the smell of a true home. Natasha stepped in first, kicking off her heels and placing her bag on the console table. Wanda followed right behind.

You paused at the doorway, almost frozen.

Your legs felt like rubber. Your body, exhausted.

But your soul was slowly beginning to relax.

Natasha crouched down first, patiently.

— Let’s take off these little shoes, sweetheart — she murmured.

You lifted your foot silently.

Natasha unfastened the Velcro on your black sneakers — childish, already a bit worn. One came off, then the other.

Beside them, her own high heels stood tall. The contrast was so domestic, so intimate, that Wanda smiled.

It was always like this. Big shoes, little feet. The house felt whole again.

— There we go…— Wanda said, crouching down too and scooping you into her arms.

You let out a heavy sigh, your face resting on Wanda’s shoulder, arms limp.

Just breathing in her scent.

No more talking. No more pretending.

On the way upstairs, Natasha gently fixed your hair, tucking a strand away from your forehead.

— You put on a diaper… when did that happen, huh?

No response.

Just a soft little groan, muffled against Wanda’s shoulder.

But they both noticed — it was full. Heavy. Warm.

They knew you had the habit of wearing diapers for comfort. You’d take them to your parents’ house and use them when needed. But you almost never wore one on your own for college.

They climbed the stairs slowly. In the hallway, your room waited, its door half open.

It was everything you needed.

The crib with lace bumpers.

The nursing chair beside it.

The white changing table, decorated with hand-painted little animals.

And the soft pink room, with crown and teddy bear stickers across the walls.

Wanda and Natasha had put it all together with such love and care. Just how you wanted it. And just how they wanted it. For their little princess.

Wanda took you straight to the changing table. Laid you down gently.

— Let’s get these big-girl clothes off — she said, unbuttoning your cardigan.

You whimpered, in a babylike voice, eyes still closed:

— I’m big…

Natasha chuckled softly and teased you sweetly:

— Of course you are. Our big girl, huh?

Wanda nodded, laughing too.

— So big that she’s been in a diaper for over four hours without saying a word.

You let out a fussy little groan.

They unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down carefully.

The diaper was soaked, warm, already starting to give off that sour scent of lingering urine.

You had really used it.

The two women exchanged a look.

When they opened the side tabs, they saw your skin — red and irritated.

— You’re starting to get a rash, love… — Natasha murmured, concerned.

But you didn’t react. You were far away, completely surrendered, in another world. Just blinking slowly, almost in a trance, as Wanda wiped you gently with warm cotton, and Natasha got the ointment ready.

They would need to use a lot of it. To prevent a worse rash.

The new diaper came right after — soft, printed with clouds and hearts.

The pink onesie with teddy bears was pulled over you, the buttons snapping shut between your legs with dry, sweet clicks.

Natasha leaned in to sniff your neck and scrunched her nose discreetly.

— What scent is this? — she whispered to Wanda. — Incense?

Natasha grabbed a damp cloth and wiped your neck.

— Must be something from her mom’s house — Wanda replied with a sigh. — Doesn’t suit our baby at all.

She picked up the right perfume — a baby one, gentle, with a hint of chamomile — and sprayed it on your neck, behind your ears, on your chest.

The scent changed.

Your whole energy shifted with it.

Wanda knelt down, looked into your eyes — full of tenderness, full of love.

— Do you want to nurse, sweetheart?

Without fully opening your eyes, you nodded. Of course you did. You always did.

Then you stretched out your arms — a silent, desperate gesture, asking to be held.

Natasha smiled, tired but tender.

— You’re gonna hurt mommy’s boob again if you suck too hard…

Wanda lifted you into her arms and sat down in the nursing chair.

She pulled up her shirt with practiced ease, adjusted you in her lap, and offered her breast.

You latched on eagerly.

As if trying to drink not just the milk, but the whole day you’d been through.

As if starving for presence.

For touch.

For love.

Wanda felt the strength of your suck and winced slightly.

— Hey, easy there, baby… go gentler. Mommy still needs these boobs tomorrow.

You didn’t answer. Just gave a soft whimper, still nursing.

Tiny hands gripping Wanda’s blouse.

Your body, finally relaxed.

Natasha knelt beside the two of you, gently stroking your forehead with her fingers.

— You’re home now, little one. The little house is here. Mommy’s here. Both of your mommies…

And finally, everything was at peace.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Our Baby.

Best Friends!Wandanat x little!reader

Summary: Natasha and Wanda are best friends who have always only been that, but when you come crashing into their lives and take on the roles of caregiver will their relationship deepen?

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Age Regression, mentions of stress and being overwhelmed, caregiver/regressor, fluffy, comfort

Authors note: I saw a post about two best friends being caregivers for someone and this happened sooooo let me know if you want more

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

Wanda and Natasha had been inseparable for years. The two women were practically extensions of one another, sharing a bond so deep that they didn’t think anyone could ever come between them. That is, until you came crashing into their lives—quite literally.

It had been a particularly hectic day in the city. You were rushing down the sidewalk, juggling your tote bag and a stack of books, when you collided headlong into two very sturdy figures. Hot liquid splashed everywhere, the unmistakable aroma of coffee filling the air.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you gasped, immediately dropping your things to grab napkins from your bag. You looked up, your wide, apologetic eyes meeting two startled, but intrigued, gazes.

Wanda smiled gently, already sensing the warmth and innocence radiating from you. “It’s alright. No harm done.”

Natasha, on the other hand, smirked, brushing coffee from her leather jacket. “You’ve got quite the impact for someone so small.”

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you continued to stammer apologies, your hands nervously twisting the napkins. Something about their presence was overwhelming—but not in a bad way. It felt… safe, somehow.

That moment sparked the beginning of something neither Wanda nor Natasha had anticipated. They’d initially invited you out to lunch to reassure you that everything was fine. But one lunch turned into several, and soon, the two heroines found themselves eagerly waiting for your next meeting. You were sweet, playful, and endearing in a way they couldn’t quite describe.

Wanda and Natasha hadn’t immediately noticed your little tendencies. You were so good at masking that even they, two of the most observant people you’d ever met, didn’t put it all together right away. But over time, the signs began to show.

It started with little things. Like the time you fell asleep on their couch during a movie night. Wanda, ever the caregiver, went to drape a blanket over you and froze mid-motion. Your thumb was tucked in your mouth, and you were suckling softly in your sleep. She didn’t say anything at first, but the sight stuck with her.

Then there was your choice of drinkware. You always seemed to have colorful tumblers with cartoon characters on them. Wanda thought they were cute, but Natasha couldn’t help but tease you about your “sippy cups.” You only giggled nervously, brushing it off as something you just liked.

The biggest hint came the first time they asked you to spend the night unexpectedly. They could see the hesitation in your face before you shyly asked, “Can I go home to grab something first? I, um, I need my stuffie to sleep.” You didn’t elaborate, but they saw the soft blush dusting your cheeks as you avoided eye contact. Natasha, being Natasha, simply smirked and said, “Of course, detka. Everyone needs their comforts.”

But the moment of clarity came on a particularly stressful day for you. It had been weeks of mounting pressure from college—assignments, deadlines, and social obligations piling up until you couldn’t take it anymore. You showed up at their apartment in tears, unable to mask how overwhelmed you felt.

Wanda had just opened the door when you pushed past her, pacing in the living room. “Ish no fair!” you cried, your voice higher-pitched and trembling. “They ep ivin me too mush stuffs, an I an’t do it! I an’t—I no wanna!”

Wanda blinked, stunned for a moment before her motherly instincts kicked in. “Sweetheart,” she cooed, stepping closer. “Baby, hey, hey, it’s okay. Come here.” She gently guided you to the couch, her soothing voice and soft hands calming you just enough to sit down.

But as you tried to explain what was wrong, the words tumbled out in a way that surprised even you. “Ish so dumb! olege is too hard, an I just wan loler or wash toons. I no wan do big peoples stuff!” you wailed, curling up with your stuffie tightly clutched to your chest.

Natasha, who had been watching quietly, crouched in front of you. Her sharp, calculating gaze softened as she reached out to hold your hand. “Woah, those are some really big things to deal with, little one,” she said gently, her tone surprisingly tender. “Way too big for you to be thinking about, don’t you think?”

Wanda nodded, sitting beside you and rubbing your back. “Exactly. Mama and Daddy are here to take care of the big stuff, okay? You just focus on being our sweet little girl.”

You sniffled, looking up at them with wide, watery eyes. “Really?”

Natasha smiled, brushing a tear from your cheek. “Really. Let us handle it. You just stay small for us, alright?”

That was the day things changed. They didn’t just accept your regression—they embraced it wholeheartedly. From that point on, they made sure you always had a safe space to be yourself, no matter how little you felt. 

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It had been a few months since Wanda and Natasha had fully embraced being your caregivers. Their small apartment had worked for a while, but it was quickly becoming clear that it wasn’t enough space for the three of you—especially when you regressed and wanted to run around or build blanket forts. Wanda had been the first to bring up the idea of moving, and Natasha, took the lead in making it happen.

Of course, they didn’t tell you right away. They wanted it to be a surprise.

One sunny afternoon, Wanda and Natasha took you on what they called a "special outing." You didn’t think much of it at first, happily clutching your favorite stuffed animal as they guided you out to the car. But as the drive continued and the scenery shifted from busy city streets to quiet suburban neighborhoods, your curiosity piqued.

“Where are we going?” you asked, bouncing slightly in your seat.

Wanda smiled from the passenger seat, turning to look at you. “You’ll see soon, baby. Be patient.”

Natasha smirked from the driver’s seat. “I think you’ll like it, detka. It’s a big surprise.”

When the car finally pulled into the driveway of a charming two-story house, your jaw dropped. The exterior was painted a deep, calming blue with crisp white accents, and there was a small front porch with enough room for a swing. The yard was spacious and inviting, with plenty of room for you to play.

Wanda stepped out first, holding her hand out for you. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go take a look.” You held her hand, your stuffie in the other.

As soon as you stepped inside, you were in awe. The interior was just as beautiful as the outside, with a clean palette of whites and deep blues that felt cozy yet elegant. Your little heart couldn’t contain the excitement as you clutched your stuffed animal tighter, your eyes darting around the open spaces and tall ceilings.

“This is ours?” you squeaked, looking up at Wanda with wide eyes.

“Not yet,” she said with a soft laugh. “We’re still deciding, but we wanted you to see it first.”

Natasha smirked, already following the realtor as she walked through the house, discussing what changes could be made before moving in. “Go on, malen'kaya,” Natasha encouraged, nodding toward the hallway. “Explore a little.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You darted off, your stuffie bouncing in your arms as you ran down the halls, peeking into each room. There was a large kitchen with an island perfect for baking cookies with Wanda, a spacious living room where Natasha would undoubtedly set up a big TV for movie nights, and upstairs, you found a bedroom that you just knew would be yours.

The house was perfect.

When you ran back to find Wanda and Natasha, they were standing in the living room with the realtor, discussing changes they’d like—adding a fence to the backyard for privacy, painting one of the upstairs bedrooms in softer, more playful tones, and installing blackout curtains in the master bedroom.

Natasha looked over as you skidded to a stop, a bright smile on her face. “What do you think, little one? Do you like it?”

“I love it!” you exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement.

Wanda knelt down and cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing over your soft skin. “Good. Because this is going to be your new home, sweetheart. Somewhere safe and quiet, just for us.”

Tears pricked at your eyes as you threw your arms around her, your stuffie squished between you. Natasha joined the hug, wrapping her strong arms around the both of you.

“You two are the best,” you whispered, your voice muffled by Wanda’s shoulder.

“And you’re worth it, detka,” Natasha said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “This is just the beginning.”

[honeybeeshut]

Honey Bee Things

*MINORS DNI*

Hai!! This is the blog I’m making for my little side, so that I can scroll safely and meet new Littles and Bigs! My name you can call me is Honey Bee, but any and all pet names are fine! My pronouns are he/him, so if any praise is going to be thrown my way just make sure it’s masc terms pretty please🥰

RULES:

1.) NO CREEPS ALLOWED! No kink is going to be involved at ANY point, this is my safe space, so if you’re going to be weird I’m going to block you. Just be kind, kay?

2.) Petnames/praise. These are totally fine, some examples of my favorites are things like sweetheart, sweet boy, good boy, honey, darling, things of that nature. If you’re not sure tho, just ask!💖

3.) Anon asks. I’ll allow them, but they won’t be answered while I’m little, so all anons are welcome and emojis can be claimed once I’m big enough and I can vet you to make sure you’re safe.

4.) I am not afraid of the block button, and I have people already looking out for me that I will ask if I’m little, if they tell me to block you, then I’m gonna. If I’m big and I think you’re being gross or unsafe, I’ll block you then too. Just be nice please.🫶

[tinyangelpup-deactivated2026021]

need to be gently rocked and shushed… need to be given a warm bottle of milk and be sweetly spoken to like im the most delicate thing on earth oughj