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〄 mafia!bucky
puffles, Daddy: bucky comes home to find his baby extremely focused on making videogame money. 1.1k words
cozy corner: bucky makes a cozy little spot for his baby. 900 words
an afternoon with Natty and cozy corner thoughts: a day in the life of bucky's baby where natasha babysits you for an evening (plotless fluff). 1.6k words
Banjo needs a Daddy: bucky takes you stuffed animal shopping. 1.1k words
mouthed and dangerous: request! baby is trying to watch finding nemo, but bucky distracts them with tickles and kisses. 460 words
pools and kisses: bucky decides to help his baby get over their fear of the pool. 960 words
the dreaded door: you wait for bucky to finish working. 790 words
mind reader: bucky takes you to the mall and you go nonverbal. 1k words
〄 chef/baker!bucky
soup saturday: you and your favorite chef make a delicious pot of soup. 1k words
mornings and kisses: your daddy gets to sleep in with you. 360 words
baker's convention: bucky takes you to a baker's convention and you get to try new creations from his closest friends. special appearances from natasha, sam, and steve! 1.9k words
meeting dada: you're about to meet your baba's "special friend". 450 words
〄 lee bodecker
dry: you’ve had a long day at the diner and lee helps you regress at home. 400 words
doctor daddy: lee’s baby is hurting. 980 words
bodaddy: you give lee funny nicknames while he cooks dinner. 420 words
lap, please: you get pouty on a ride home with lee. 550 words
yucky: lee’s baby doesn’t want to take their medicine. 300 words
bunnies and kisses: you become obsessed with bunnies. lee tries his best to be supportive. 1.1k words
dummy: lee takes you to a party to make little friends. while you’re there, things take a turn and names get thrown around. 1.5k words
ducks and baths: request! lee’s little is in babyspace. he plays with you before giving you a bath and a bottle. 780 words
airhead: request! lee takes his frustrations out on you and accidentally calls you something mean. 1.2k words
strugglin’: lee with a little who’s struggling in school. 460 words
in the leaves: you and your daddy love playing in the leaves. 230 words
the bodeckers: lee gets a break from work and you fins a piece of your family history. 1.2k words
〄 stucky
my baby: your daddies need to learn how to share. 970 words
too much: you’ve been holding in your stress for far too long. tonight’s party pushes you past your tipping point. 1.3k words
missing baba: request! bucky comes home from a mission to find you and steve in bed already. he falls asleep on the couch. you give your sleeping baba a blankie and a kiss for sweet dreams. 1.1k words
sick dada: your dada gets sick and you don’t handle the situation very well. 900 words
apologies and kisses: steve leaves you and bucky alone for a day and your baba manages to make a mistake worthy of an apology and lots of kisses. 2.2k words
ugly shirts and caffeine crazies: request! bucky and his baby have a disagreement over a shirt. while baby runs away, they manage to drink steve’s coffee. 1.8k words
you’ll always have a place here: you have a bad dream and begin to doubt your daddies’ love for you. 1.1k words
birthday dada: you and baba surprise dada on his special day. 300 words
stinky baby: request! bucky and steve resort to mild tricks and name-calling to get you in the bath. 1k words
clingy baba: a couple times where your baba’s clinginess got the best of him. 600 words
sleeping with the fishes: your daddies take you on a trip to the aquarium. 780 words
baba face: sam gets a stuffed animal for reader that frowns like bucky! things get out of hand when the other avengers join in and buy reader way too many grumpy stuffies. 2.4K words
what’s in a name: the first time you called Bucky “Baba” and Steve “Dada”. 960 words
tiny ride: you're super tiny during the ride to the fall festival. 500 words
baby's first racecar: you go to the grocery store with your daddies. 700 words
sappy anniversary: it's your daddies' anniversary and you have a lot of surprises for them. 5.4k words
the prince and the pete: Baba is not happy with a particular person in your royal court. 1k words
the princess and the pete: Dada stands in the way of you getting a prince. 900 words
love and loss: you learn a hard lesson about the fragility of snowmen. 800 words
〄 steve rogers
why leave: steve’s baby doesn’t want him to go(part of the stucky collection!). 180 words
pete pete: steve embarrasses you on a playdate with peter. 400 words
strugglin’: steve with a reader who’s struggling in school. 272 words
〄 lloyd hansen
the greatest form of flattery: lloyd’s little finds a fake mustache. 1.3k words
〄ransom drysdale
bounces and ouches: request! ransom takes you to the trampoline park and you hurt your ankle. 21k words
love love love playfood and little kitchens with pretend ovens and having little teddies or dollies that have tiny teddy and dolly clothes so you can make them wear clothes and cook food and put them in pajamas at night time all cosy in bed!
I’ve been wanting a good stress ball to keep at home so I don’t use my phone as much and today my brother went to an arcade and used his precious earned points on a stress ball for me🥹
thinking about having a cg who is very calm and lives by the idea that all messes can be cleaned☺️
one second you’re coloring like normal, the next second all of your markers are uncapped and you’ve extended the coloring pages to reach your shirt and arms!
thank goodness for washable markers!😅 your cg is just glad that your favorite shirt didn’t get ruined by your artistic excitement! (and that you won’t put up too much of a fuss over bath time today🙂↕️)
cleaning up your legos and blocks is even easier than marker ink, so of course they’re okay with you dumping them all out on the floor to play🥰 after all, a great builder needs to know what materials they’re working with!
your cg doesn’t even mind if you make a real mess with something like mud or slime! playing with textures and getting dirty is so important for little brains! and it deeeefinitely has nothing to do with the mud cakes that you bribe them with🤭
My headcannon (just because it's too perfect) is that Bucky's family is the Barnes of Barnes and Noble bookstores. Their first bookstore was opened in Manhattan in, wait for it, 1917. 🤗
I’ve been watching a lot of animal videos with my plushie Eleanor and I think she really likes bears and dogs! especially golden retrievers and dachshunds!
HIHI TOOSH! 🩷🫂 I hope you're doing well, sweets!!!
hi bunnie!!! im doing well! my summer class is kicking my butt, but im getting through it! thank you for checking in! I hope you’re having lots of summer fun🩷🤗🫂
A/N: Well, I had this idea this morning and it took me the whole entire day to get it down, but I'm really happy with this one!! Heads up, it gets a little spooky at one point 😮 By the way, if you haven't already, please take a chance to fill out my reader survey! Your opinions really do matter to me 💕 Also there's no taglist on this one since I'm currently working on a better system for that 😅
Popcorn was popped, poured in a big plastic bowl, and set on the coffee table in the living room. Bucky lit a pumpkin scented candle before switching off the lights and joining you on the sofa. You were wrapped tightly in an orange blanket with just your eyes peeking out, fixated on the tv. The screen was black, but the little timestamp at the bottom showed a video waiting to be played, and you were excited.
You’d asked Bucky for a Halloween movie night every single night since the start of the season, and he was happy to oblige. Movie nights meant yummy snacks, cuddles with baby, and catching up on decades of Halloween specials he’d missed. Together, you’d exhausted your way through Hocus Pocus, Nightmare Before Christmas, Halloweentown, your usual seasonal favorites. You always had so much fun introducing Bucky to new stuff, but during last night’s classic Scooby Doo marathon, he’d had an idea. Through the magic of Google and YouTube, Bucky had loaded up a playlist of vintage halloween cartoons, animated shorts he fondly remembered seeing in theaters with Steve as a kid.
“Knock knock,” Bucky tapped on your blanket cocoon, “can I come in, nugget?”
You shook your head playfully, burrowing deeper into the fabric.
“Oh really? Not even if I pay the toll?” Bucky smiled, pulling two bags of candy he’d been hiding behind him and handing them towards you.
You laughed, opening the blanket with your arms like wings, giving Bucky the opportunity to attack you with kisses.
“Oh, there’s my baby!” Bucky said, tickling your cheek with his stubble. He repositioned the blanket so that the two of you were now both wrapped in it together, and he turned to you.
“Ready to start?”
You nodded eagerly, leaning down to pick up the candy that Bucky had dropped during his kiss ambush, and he pressed play on the remote.
Skeletons danced across the screen to the music they played on their own bones. You laughed as they rearranged themselves into all sorts of silly shapes and hid behind gravestones. Bucky looked at you in awe, amazed that he had the chance - the honor - to be sitting here now with his baby, passing memories from his childhood down to you, memories that were nearly a hundred years old. There were times in his life where he never thought he’d feel any happiness again, let alone this much of it.
The Skeletons hopped back into their graves and the screen faded to black, the next cartoon in the playlist starting up immediately. Mickey Mouse fought his way against a storm to a haunted house. Bucky’s arm around your shoulder got tighter.
“Now this one really got me as a kid, I didn’t sleep for weeks. Can you believe what a scaredy-cat I was? Not a brave little kiddo like you.”
He booped your nose with a vibranium finger and you giggled as Mickey was locked into the house. You were a brave kiddo indeed, proud of your own confidence that the images on the screen can’t hurt you in real life. You only smiled as the cartoon grim reaper showed his skull face to the audience, scooping another handful of candy into your mouth.
As the night went on, you got sleepier and sleepier. The warm glow of the candle and a tummy full of candy had you drifting in and out of sleep by the last cartoon. As the credits faded to a close, Bucky looked down at you, only to find a spot of drool on his shirt next to your sleeping face; you were out cold. Bucky took the blanket off his shoulders and wrapped you up in it, lifting you up and cradling you in his arms as he carried you to your room. He lowered you onto the mattress and kissed you on the forehead, opening your blanket cocoon for a moment to insert your favorite stuffy into your arms.
“Goodnight, little pumpkin.” Bucky whispered before closing the door. He walked back into the living room, picking up the empty candy bags and dropping them into the popcorn bowl with the unpopped seeds. He dumped the bowl’s contents into the trash, and as he turned on the sink and started doing that day’s dishes, he smiled to himself. He couldn’t believe he had someone in his life who felt so safe near him that they could fall asleep on his shoulder. Even on the bad days when he didn’t think he was worthy of anybody’s love or trust, you proved him wrong without even trying.
Bucky put aside the clean dishes to dry and set off for his bedroom, planning to read a bit before going to sleep. He blew out the candle, plunging the room into complete darkness as he walked out into the hallway. When he passed by your bedroom door, he blew a kiss, blissfully unaware of what was happening inside.
You clutched the blanket tighter around your trembling body, eyes squeezed shut and face bunched up in fear. The grim reaper stood beside your bed, beckoning you to look up at its ghoulish face. It was less than a minute after you’d left your daddy’s arms that the nightmare began, and it was only getting worse. The haunting hooded figure leaned over your body, groaning your name. You tried to scream as loud as you could, but your voice was nowhere to be found. At least, not in your nightmare.
Bucky heard your whimper from the end of the hallway like a storm siren, though in reality it was much too quiet to be heard by anyone without your daddy’s supersoldier hearing and fiercely protective nature over you. He spun on his heel, nearly slipping on his socked foot.
“Baby?” He called out, not immediately wanting to wake you just in case he heard wrong, or was being dramatically overprotective as usual.
His call was met with another whimper from your bedroom, notably laced with distress. Bucky ran the length of the hallway, only needing three or four strides to reach your door. He threw the door open not knowing what to expect, and was met by you, curled in a ball in the furthest corner of your bed. He could hear you sob from under the cover of your blankets.
“Baby, it's me, it's daddy.” Bucky climbed over your mountain of stuffies to reach you, lifting up your swaddled frame and wrapping completely in his strong arms.
“You're safe now baby, daddy’s got you. I’ve always got you.” He whispered, over and over. “You’re safe. Daddy’s got you.”
Bucky had enough experiences with nightmares of his own that he knew it sometimes took a while to realize that the things you were seeing weren’t reality. He was ready to hold you in this position until the sun came up if that's what it took for you to know that everything was okay. Eventually, your little hand reached out from the blankets to grab onto Bucky’s shirt, and he took that hand in his own, running his thumb across your knuckles.
“Do you wanna talk about it, honey bunch?” He asked, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it gently.
“Sk-skeletons…” You whispered, gripping his hand.
“Oh baby, I know. They sure can be scary huh? But I’ve got you now, alright? Nothing can hurt you, I won’t let it.”
“But I was supposed to be your brave little kiddo. I’m sorry… I’m not brave… I’m just a scaredy-cat.” Your voice got quieter and quieter as you spoke, almost hoping Bucky couldn’t hear you put yourself down like that, but you knew he could.
“Well, angel, that’s just not the case.” Bucky said, looking you right in the eye as he spoke to you, words straight from his heart.
“You happen to be the bravest little bug I’ve ever met in the whole entire world.” He smiled, kissing your nose between the last three words, but your eyes stayed fearful. “Just because you were scared doesn’t mean you're not brave anymore. In fact, I think you’re even braver than me. But if you’re scared right now, that's okay. I’ll hold you until you feel safe and then I’ll hold you even longer, just to make sure.”
You reached your other arm from out of your blanket around Bucky’s firm torso, essentially clinging onto the man like a baby koala.
“That’s it, babydoll, I’m right here.”
“Will you stay here tonight?” You asked meekly.
“Of course, sugar, if that’s what you need. I’m always happy for a chance to snuggle my baby.” Bucky looked around at your bed full of stuffy mountains and pillow forts, deciding that if he wanted any sort of warmth tonight, he’d need to get his own blanket. He looked down at you, still fused to his body.
“Angel, I gotta go get some stuff from my bed, is that alright? Do you wanna come with me?” He asked, knowing you probably wouldn’t want to be left alone in your room after the night’s ordeal, not even for a little bit.
You were thinking the same thing to yourself.
“How long is it gonna take?” You ask, slowly peeling your arms from around him and reaching behind you for a stuffy.
“No more than 30 seconds, bunny, I promise you.”
You squeezed your stuffy’s hand with determination.
“Okay. I can do it. I can be brave for 30 seconds.”
“I believe in you, angel.” Bucky smiled gently lifting you off his lap and onto the bed beside him before getting up. “I’ll be back before you know it, kiddo.”Your stomach dropped for a second as he disappeared from the doorway, suddenly aware of how dark it was, and how alone you were. But your grip on your plush friend reassured you that you weren’t really alone. You were brave. You could do this. And Bucky was right, he returned before you knew it. Once he was settled beside you, you resumed your position as his baby koala, burrowing into his chest as he kissed the top of your head.
“I love you so much, my brave little one.” He whispered sleepily as the two of you drifted off together, each of you safe and secure knowing the other was there to protect you.
summary: you're feeling weally, weally small and daddy does flashcards with you ajdhsh
CWs: nothing but fluffy fluff
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"Good job, lovebug!" He shuffled through the cards. "What's this one?"
The card had an orange and white border. In the middle was a blue, red, and green fish with an orange fin on the top and bottom, and an orange tail.
You stared at the card while softly chewing a squishy whale bath toy. "Fis'." Slobber dribbled from your mouth.
Bucky wiped your drool gently with his sleeve. "Wonderful, my little smarty pants!" He pulled you in to kiss the top of your head. "Next one."
This card had a giant green turtle with a huuuuuge hump and stumpy feet. The drawing was bubbly and posed like it was smiling.
You pointed at the card and touched the green turtle. "Toetoe!"
"Turtle, yes!" If daddy was an emoji, he'd be the one with heart eyes. "My beautiful baby."
The next card he pulled had a light blue whale, with a giant head and big black eyes. The whale also had a humongous, curvy tail.
You bounced your legs in excitement and shook your tightly curled fists. "Spash!" you exclaimed. "He go spash! Da whale."
"Amazing, chunky monkey! He does go splash." He put his hands together, thumbs interlocked, and fingers slightly curled inward. "He jumps up and goes whooooosh into the water." His whale tail changed into a wave motion and led to you getting tickle attacked!
The next card had an animal with four legs and whiskers. They were orange with stripes and had a skinny, long tail.
"Meow." you pointed at the cartoon cat.
Bucky giggled. "Yeah, the cat does say meow, good job!" He ruffled your hair. "I think that's enough for today."
You hummed.
"Always remember, little one, you are smart. You are talented. And you are good."
You basked in his praise, with twinkly eyes and a large grin. Your bath toy was still gripped in your hand. Daddy was right, you are a good, good baby.
Would you be able to write a fic about Bucky and a little reader who’s really short and he keeps catching her climbing up on things to get things that are too high up for her? Thank you in advance!
A Little Too High | cg!Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader
pairings: cg!Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader
summary: No matter how often Bucky tells you not to climb on things, you just can’t help it when everything is too high!
warnings: Age regression/CG themes (SFW), fluff, mild scolding, Bucky being overprotective in the softest way, reader climbing on things (but no injuries)
a/n: Ahh, this is adorable! I can imagine bucky's reaction is like the gif every time he catches you climbing up on things but he do got that built-in supersoldier instinct to catch you if you were to ever fall.
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Bucky had lost count of how many times he’d told you not to climb up on things.
But did you listen to him?
No.
Which is why, when he walked into the kitchen and saw you perched precariously on the counter, reaching out on your tippy toes to grasp at the jar placed on the top shelf, he let out a long sigh.
“Doll,” he said, crossing his arms as leaned against the doorway.
You froze.
Slowly, you turned your head, putting on your best innocent wide eyed look.
“Hi, daddy.”
“Hi, Doll,” he echoed back to you, raising an eyebrow. “Watcha doin’ all the way up there?”
“…nothing?”
He huffed what you could tell to be a laugh as he shook his head, crossing the room in two strides towards you. Before you could even think about working your way down, his strong hands had wrapped themselves around your waist, lifting you off of the counter effortlessly and setting you firmly back onto the floor.
“You know”, he started, ruffling your hair, “there’s this crazy new invention called asking for help.”
You pouted. “But dada, I’m big enough to do it myself.
Bucky sighed, crouching so you were eye to eye. “Sweetheart, I know you’re a big girl but it’s not safe.” His voice softened as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “I don’t want to see you get hurt, okay?”
You nodded, a guilty feeling bubbling in your tummy. “…okay.”
“Good girl, he murmured, pecking a kiss to your check before standing. “Now, what were you tryin’ to get?”
“Cookies!”
Bucky smirked. “Yeah, figures.” He reached up easily, grabbing the box and handing it to you. “Next time, just ask, yeah?”
You beamed, hugging the box of cookies close to your chest “Thank you dada!” You yelled running back into your bedroom.
Bucky chuckled.
Of course, that didn’t stop you from trying again the next day.
