Over the last few days i've had extremely bad flare ups of my joint pains and honestly needed to be able to express it. I was originally going to do a Loki or Stucky fic but I think I needed just a little more StrangeTony in my life so... here we are! I hope you all enjoy. Thank you so much for the love and feedback on my latest posts, I really missed being active. That said, THANK YOUU! Enjoy!
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Warnings⚠️: Tears, mentions of Tony's trauma, joint pain, comfort, love.
Cg!strangetony x GN! little reader
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Feeling pain wasn’t uncommon for you, constant join pain whether it was in your wrists, knees, ankles, hips or anything else that could cause pain was normal to you. You were able to normally fend it off with some light pain meds and maybe wear a brace for a little and you’d be able to survive.
This pain was not survivable. The agony in even rolling over on your bed was enough to want to scream. It was like something sharp was stabbing your spine and hips as you sat up.
You tried to get up and go take some meds, but on the way to the bathroom it was too much, and you ended up sliding down the wall in the hallway, your legs throbbing from the maybe 10-foot walk.
The only time that you’ve ever felt pain this bad is when you were a kid, and your joints would flare so bad from playing too hard. This pain felt awful. You wanted nothing but your caregivers to come and take all the pain away.
Strange and Tony had been sent on a mission a few days prior, and you weren’t sure when they would be home. All you could do is hope it would be soon.
As you stand back up slowly, you make it to the bathroom before rummaging through the pain meds you have, grabbing some. You take the highest dosage you can take and sit on the floor, crying.
Before you can even register any of the noises coming from the living room, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You freak and move away from whoever is touching you before you realize that it's none other than Tony. His face is full of concern as he gently picks you up off the floor, placing you on the counter as he stands with his hands on your face, making you look at him.
“Baby what happened? Why are you crying? What hurts?” His answers are as soft as he can manage but thinking the worst his eyes are full of concern.
Breaking down fully, you hug him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder about how bad your back and hips feel, begging for him to make it stop, to make it feel better.
He holds you tenderly but closely as he slowly rubs circles onto your back and hips, kissing your cheek. He knew what it was like to have severe pain and be unable to truly think of anything but it. After all of the surgeries and pain he went through to get his chest piece, he wishes none of this type of pain on anyone.
He softly pulls away after your tears become dry heaves and walks over to the bathtub, turning on the warm water. He grabs some Epsom salts and bubble bath, putting them both in before turning towards you and pulling you back to his chest as you try and catch your breath.
“Baby let's get you in a bath so we can try and get you to feeling better, okay? Did you take any meds?” He softly asks, rubbing your back again.
You nod your head, pointing to which ones you took. He nods and kisses your temple before helping you to get undressed and into the tub. Something he loves to do is bathe you. Although in this circumstance all he wants is to see your tears fade.
As the warm water encases you in it, your back and hips eventually start to try and loosen, the pain becoming more bearable as the meds and warm water help.
Your dada sits next to the tub, holding your hand and kissing your temple as he watches you visibly relax some. He knows the next little while is going to be hard for you both. Seeing as strange won't be back for at least another few days, there's nothing more you both can do than just hope that your normal remedies work.
As the water eventually runs cooler, Tony unplugs the bath and helps to get you out and dressed into comfortable clothes before picking you up and taking you to lay on the couch.
Once you're all set up on the couch, he turns on your favorite show and goes to make you breakfast. Even though he doesn’t want to let you leave his sight, he does his best to make your favorite foods before eventually joining you on the couch and feeding you.
Even though the pain was bad and all you wanted to do was cry, having your dada there to help you made it a little easier. The next few days were spent either on the couch, in the tub, or on your Dada’s lap as he tried to help relieve some of the pain by massaging your hips and lower back.
Once your papa got home on the 4th day of pain, he was able to help you feel a little better with some of his remedies, as well as just being there like your Dada was the entire time.
You eventually felt better and back to your normal amounts of pain, but without your two caregivers you weren’t sure you'd ever feel as happy as you do, especially seeing how you felt in the midst of the pain.
If there was anything your caregivers were able to do, was bring a smile to your face and make all the sore and bad days' worth every second.
Pairing: Stucky x little!reader [Disclaimer: Age Regression!]
Summary: You and your caregivers go on a trip to the beach where you have an action-packed day of building sand castles, splashing in the water, and spending time with your daddies.
Word Count: 3.1k+
A/N: I tried to make reader actually speak more this time, more excited in little space. I’m also going to the beach this week, so maybe I’ll find some inspiration to write more beach-related scenarios. Happy reading!
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Sunlight peeks through your curtains, warm and golden. Before you’re even fully awake, you feel it, that fluttery kind of excitement deep in your belly. Today is the day you take a trip with your daddies to the beach.
You practically tumble out of bed, your stuffie clutched in one hand and your blanket trailing behind you like a cape. Your feet patter down the hall to the kitchen where Steve is already pouring coffee and Bucky’s at the table packing snacks and food into a cooler bag.
As soon as they see you, both of their faces light up.
“Well, good morning, sunshine,” Steve says with a grin, crouching down as you barrel into him for a hug.
“‘S beach day!” You declare, bouncing on your toes and giggling. “Gon’ swim, an’ eat sammiches, anddd… maybe find a crab!”
Steve chuckles and ruffles your bedhead. “That’s the plan, sweetheart.”
Bucky comes over and lifts you into his arms with a dramatic motion. “You sound ready to explode with excitement, doll.”
“Boom!” You shout happily, flopping into his shoulder with a squeal.
“Alright, tiny firecracker,” Bucky says with a smirk, kissing your temple, “Let’s pick out that swimsuit, huh? I laid out a few.”
He carries you back to your room, setting you down in front of the bed where three different swimsuits are folded: one with little sharks, one with rainbows and glitter, and one with ducks wearing sunglasses.
You gasp. “Ducks!! ‘M wearin’ the ducky one!”
“Excellent choice,” Steve says from the doorway, holding up a tiny bottle of sunscreen like it’s a secret weapon. “Operation Sunshield begins after we’re dressed.”
You squeal again and squirm excitedly while Bucky helps you into the ducky swimsuit, gently tugging the fabric into place and letting you spin in front of the mirror.
“Look at you,” He teases. “The duck commander herself.”
You pose with your hands on your hips. “Quack,” You say seriously before breaking into giggles.
Steve brings over your favorite sunhat, the one with little cat ears sewn on top. He crouches down to tie the strings carefully under your chin. “There. Our beach baby is ready.”
You nod with a wide smile, pointing to yourself. “Beach baby. Dat’s me.”
Bucky hands you your beach bag, shaped like a strawberry, already packed with your floatie, water bottle, a towel, and your favorite shell-collecting bucket. You peek inside and spot your teddy tucked in there too, wearing his own little sunglasses.
“Brownie comin’ tooooo!” You squeal, hugging the bag tight.
Steve chuckles and kisses your forehead. “Of course. He’s our co-pilot.”
You skip toward the door, flip-flops smacking the floor, bag bouncing against your side, already humming a made-up beach song.
And behind you, Steve and Bucky exchange a soft look, all warm smiles and quiet love, before following you out the door.
It doesn’t take long until you’re all buckled into your seat in the back of Steve’s big SUV, your strawberry beach bag beside you and Brownie resting in your lap. Your feet are swinging back and forth and you’ve got a sippy cup of cold apple juice in one hand.
Bucky’s driving, sunglasses on and arm relaxed out the window, while Steve twists in the front seat to check on you again.
“Got everything, sweetheart?”
You nod enthusiastically. “Mhm! Brownie, got snacks, got juice… oh! Forgot da crayons- wait, no I didn’t! They in the bag!” You unzip it and proudly show off your zip-up pouch full of stubby, broken crayons and coloring pages.
Steve gives you a dramatic sigh of relief. “Phew. Beach emergency averted.”
Bucky grins at the road. “Can’t survive a beach trip without crayons. Everyone knows that.”
You lean back and hum a little song to yourself while kicking your feet. Then, suddenly, “Papa?”
Steve turns again, his expression soft. “Yeah, bug?”
“How many waves do ya fink there gonna be? A gazillion?”
He hums in thought before answering, “Maybe a gazillion and one.”
You giggle and wiggle in your seat. “I’mma jump in alla them! Gonna splash ev’rywhere!”
Bucky snorts, joking. “Better not splash me, unless you wanna get launched into orbit.”
You gasp, wide-eyed. “Like a rocket?!”
“Yup. Straight to the moon, kiddo.”
Steve leans over and smacks Bucky’s arm playfully. “No launching beach babies today, sergeant.”
“Awwww,” You whine with a little pout, “But I wanna go moon swimmin’…”
They both laugh, and Bucky says, “Okay, okay. We’ll settle for ocean splashing. But you are gonna need to hold our hands in the water if you don’t have your floatie with you.”
You cross your arms with a dramatic sigh. “Cuz waves big?”
Steve nods. “And ‘cause we love you. Wanna keep you close.”
That makes you go quiet for a second before you agree with a nod, “Okay. I hold your hands forever!”
The car is quiet after that for a few minutes, filled only with the sound of tires on pavement and the music playing softly through the speakers, one of your favorite silly beach songs.
Eventually, your eyes start to feel a little heavy from the sun and excitement, and your voice gets small. “Tell me when we’re there?”
Steve turns slightly in his seat, watching you snuggle up with your teddy bear. “Of course, baby. You rest. We’ll get you there safe.”
And with Bucky humming along to the song and Steve’s assurance warm and steady, you drift off to sleep, dreaming of ducks in sunglasses and waves that reach the stars.
-
The car slows down into a parking lot full of stray sand, and you awaken instinctively.
“We here?” You mumble, still a little sleepy, rubbing your eyes.
“We’re here, baby,” Steve says, twisting to smile at you. “And there’s the shore.”
You sit up fast, blinking at the blue sky, the seagulls flying overhead, and the endless stretch of sparkling ocean beyond the dunes. Your mouth opens in a soft gasp. “Iss sooooo biiiiig!”
Bucky chuckles as he parks the car. “Told ya the ocean was a giant bathtub.”
“Bath tub don’t got birds,” You correct him seriously.
Steve laughs and gets out, opening the back door and unbuckling your seatbelt and helping you out. “You’re right, smarty-pants. No seagulls allowed in bathtubs.”
Bucky lifts the beach bag and tosses a towel over his shoulder. Your floatie, shaped like a giant donut with pink frosting, is tucked under his arm. “Alright, sunshine, grab a hand.”
You immediately reach for both of them, one hand in each of theirs, swinging between them as the three of you walk toward the beach. You can feel the sand seep onto the surface of your flip-flops and the ocean breeze tugs playfully at your hat, but you don’t mind one bit. You’re too busy bouncing in excitement.
“Papa! Daddy! Look, look, a doggie!” You shout, pointing to a golden retriever with a stick in its mouth.
“I see him,” Bucky says. “Reckon he’s here for the waves too.”
“Bet he surfs,” You whisper, awed.
The beach opens up in front of you, wide and bright, with the tide glittering under the sun. Steve lays down a big blanket while Bucky sets up the umbrella and cooler. You spin in place, arms out, squealing, “So big!! So blue!! So sandyyyy!!”
“You’re gonna be so sticky by the end of the day,” Steve teases, “Sticky and sandy and tired.”
You beam. “Dat’s the best kinda day.”
He chuckles, holding out the donut floatie. “Want it on now or wait till we go in?”
You tap your chin like you’re thinking real hard, then answer, “Gon’ wait. ‘Mma build da castle first.”
Bucky sets the floatie down, securing it to make sure it doesn’t blow away in the wind. “Then let’s build the biggest castle in the whole world. Fit for a beach princess.”
“I’m a queen,” You say matter-of-factly, plopping down and grabbing your bucket.
“Apologies, your majesty,” Bucky replies with a bow, handing you your shovel.
You take it gratefully. Now sitting criss-cross in the sand, shovel in hand, and your tongue poking out the side of your mouth in deep, serious concentration. “Dis side gonna be da dungeon,” You declare, patting down a lopsided tower with a wet slap.
“Uh-oh,” Steve says, leaning over with a raised brow. “Who’s getting sent to the dungeon?”
You look up at him dramatically. “Any bad guys. Like… da people who steal snacks. Or take my floatie wifout askin’.”
Bucky smirks. “That first one’s harsh, kiddo. Even I snuck a bite of your granola bar last week.”
You gasp, eyes wide. “DADDY!”
He holds up both hands. “I surrender to the queen.”
You scramble up and point your shovel at him. “To the dungeon!!”
Steve is already half-laughing as he scoops up a little wet sand with his palm and begins forming a jail cell beside your crooked tower. “There. You can lock him up right next to the crab moat.”
“Crab moat?” You squeak, spinning to look and sure enough, Steve has drawn a little wavy trench in the sand around your castle.
“Yup. To keep the villains out. Filled with tiny crab soldiers.”
You light up. “Can I name ‘em?!”
Bucky grins from where he’s now digging a tunnel. “They need names if they’re gonna work for you.”
You begin listing in a sing-song voice as you place little seashells at intervals around the moat. “Dis one’s Sir Pincie. Dat one’s Lady Clawdia. Ooooh! And King Crunch!”
“You’re a natural monarch,” Steve says, brushing sand off your nose gently.
The three of you work for a long while like that. Steve shapes towers and walls with his big, careful hands, while Bucky digs tunnels and hides treasure shells underneath the sand (“For adventurers later,” He says with a wink). Meanwhile, you are darting between them, giving orders, adding stick flags, and occasionally squashing the sand with your knees when things get too exciting.
At one point, you tug Steve’s hand and whisper, “Papa, look! I made a tiny throne!” and point to a lumpy mound near your castle.
He crouches beside you, looking at your creation with a warm smile. “That’s perfect, baby. Just your size.”
You plop onto it,sticking your legs out and puffing up proudly. “Now I’m da queen of da whole beach.”
Bucky bows low. “Queen of Shelltown.”
“Queen of Snacksville,” Steve adds with a smile.
You nod seriously. “I rule wif kindness… and naps.”
Sand coats your legs and arms, your cheeks are flushed pink from the sun and all the giggles, and there’s a little grain of sand stuck to your bottom lip, but you’re glowing from all the fun.
And when the tide starts creeping closer, Steve leans over and murmurs, “Wanna defend the castle, or let the waves have it?”
You consider that deeply, then whisper, “They can have it. I’ll build a new one. Wif you an’ Daddy.”
Steve kisses your temple. “Always, sweetheart.”
-
The castle’s been claimed by the tide, you had waved goodbye to Sir Pincie and Lady Clawdia, and now it’s ocean time.
Bucky crouches down beside you, holding your floatie. “Alright, sunshine. Arms up.”
You giggle and shoot both arms skyward. “Up, up, up!!”
He gently slides the floatie down over your head and around your tummy, adjusting the back. “There ya go. You’re officially donut-fied.”
Steve steps up beside you, brushing hair out of your face and slipping your goggles down over your eyes. “Ready to swim, baby?”
You nod furiously, bouncing in place. “Ready!! Wanna splash! Wanna gooooo!”
“Okay, okay,” Bucky chuckles, scooping you up into his arms. “Let’s get those little feet wet.”
As he carries you toward the water, your legs kick excitedly in the air. The waves rush up to greet you and Bucky sets you down in the shallows, keeping a hand on your floatie. “Whoa there, jellybean. Don’t go zoomin’ off just yet.”
The water laps at your knees and you squeal. When Bucky helps you a bit further to where you can float in the water, you exclaim with glee. “I’m floatin’! I’m a boat!! Papa, look!! I’m a boat!!”
Steve walks in beside you, letting the waves wash over his ankles as he chuckles. “Best boat I’ve ever seen. Might need to name you ‘Captain Giggles.’”
You dramatically turn the wheel of your imaginary ship. “Aye-aye, Captain Papa!”
Bucky lets you drift out a little more, still holding on. The floatie bobs up and down with the swell, and you squeal every time the water splashes up. “The ocean’s ticklin’ me!!”
“You’re lucky it likes you,” Bucky teases.
Another wave comes, bigger this time, and it lifts you gently, your floatie catching it just right. “WHOOOOA!!” You twist in the floatie and throw your arms up. “DO IT ‘GAIN!”
Steve laughs and nudges the float gently from behind so you rock back into Bucky’s waiting hands. “You’re fearless today, huh?”
You beam up at them through your goggles. “M’brave. ‘Cause I gots you two.”
Something about the way you say it makes both men soften instantly.
“That’s right, baby,” Steve murmurs. “You always got us.”
Forever, even when the tide rolls in.
-
After some more fun in the ocean, your floatie squeaks faintly as Bucky lifts you out of the water, droplets running down your legs and arms. “Okay, okay, little sea monster,” He says with a soft smile. “Time for snacks before you turn into a prune.”
You giggle, leaning your wet cheek against his shoulder. “I’m not a monster… I’m a…. mermaid now!”
“Even mermaids need snacks,” Steve calls from where he’s already crouched by the umbrella, unfolding a soft towel with cartoon sea creatures on it, the one you picked out at the store yourself and insisted “smells like sunshine.”
Bucky lowers you onto it, and Steve helps remove your floatie then immediately starts rubbing you down gently with another dry towel, working from your toes up with patient, warm hands. “You did a lot of splashing out there,” He says as he dries your hair with a little tousle. “You hungry, sweetheart?”
You nod dramatically. “M’really hungwy. Like…” You pause to think, then spread your arms wide, “…like this much hungry.”
Bucky chuckles as he pops open the cooler. “Well lucky for you, I packed the royal picnic. Your Majesty’s favorites.”
You scoot onto your knees and peek eagerly as he starts unpacking it all. Slices of juicy watermelon cut into stars, a crustless peanut butter and jelly sandwich cut into triangles just the way you like, a little container of goldfish crackers, and a juice box with a tiny superhero on it. Your mouth already waters just looking at the watermelon.
Steve sits cross-legged beside you, passing you the juice box with the straw already poked in. “Start with some sips, okay? You got lots of sun.”
You sip happily, legs folded under you. “Dis tastes like blue.”
“That’s ‘cause it is blue,” Bucky teases, handing you one of the watermelon stars on a tiny plastic fork. “Eat that before your sandwich. Hydration first.”
You crunch into it and immediately let out a content hum. “Mmmmmm. Cold!”
Both men smile as they eat alongside you, not rushing, not talking much. It’s just quiet, sun-warmed company. Seagulls squawk in the distance. Waves roll in soft and lazy now, like the ocean’s getting sleepy too. There’s sand on your knees, salt on your cheeks, and watermelon juice running down your chin.
Steve reaches over with a napkin and dabs your face gently. “You’re makin’ a mess, aren’t you?”
You look up at him, grinning. “I’m da mess queen.”
Bucky leans over and plants a kiss to your temple. “Then we must be the mess kings.”
You end up snuggled between them, leaning back against Bucky’s chest with your legs draped across Steve’s lap, half a sandwich in hand. The sun peeks out from behind a cloud, warming your face. You let out a little yawn around a bite.
Steve notices and brushes your damp hair back. “Sleepy?”
You shake your head slowly, though your body sags against Bucky. “Noooo. Jus’… comfy.”
Bucky pulls a second towel over your legs, letting you burrow in like a little cocoon. “That’s okay, sweetheart. You just rest. We’ve got you.”
“Uh-huh,” you murmur, eyes fluttering closed. “You always do.”
And they always will.
-
The sun is dipping low now, casting long golden streaks across the parking lot as Steve loads up the trunk. The beach towels are a little sandy, the cooler is mostly empty, and your floatie sits squished between the seats like a deflated donut. Everything smells like salt and sunscreen.
Bucky lifts you gently from where you were half-dozing under the umbrella, your cheeks warm and your limbs floppy with that worn-out, sun-drenched tiredness that only little ones know.
“C’mon, peanut,” He murmurs, cradling you close against his chest. “Time to go home.”
You mumble something into his shirt, mostly vowels and half-syllables, nothing real, but your arms curl around his neck automatically. He smiles, brushing a kiss into your damp hair.
The backseat’s already set up, your soft blanket with the stars and moons, Brownie resting nearby, and a small travel pillow that smells like home. Bucky settles you in carefully, buckling you up while keeping the blanket snug around your legs before shutting the door carefully and moving into the passenger’s seat.
Steve climbs into the driver’s seat and glances back at you in the rearview mirror. “All set, sweetheart?”
You blink slowly, eyes heavy. “Goin’ home?”
“That’s right,” He says, starting the engine. “You did so good today. Brave in the water, kind to the sand crabs, full of giggles. I’m proud of you.”
You smile sleepily, turning your head toward the window as the car pulls away from the beach. The world passes by in a blur of fading light, palm trees, street signs, the occasional swoop of a bird overhead. Your eyelids flutter, heavier with every mile.
Bucky twists in his seat, watching you for a moment. His voice is softer now. “Get some rest, babydoll. We’ll be home soon.”
You hum softly, barely awake, your fingers curling in the corner of your blanket. “You stay wif me?”
“Always,” He whispers. “Not going anywhere.”
The car hums along the road, the sound of tires and the occasional song from the radio blending into the perfect lullaby. Steve drives with one hand on the wheel, the other resting quietly on Bucky’s thigh, and the two of them share a look, the kind that says everything without words.
And in the back seat, warm and all out of energy from the big day… you drift off to sleepy, safe and loved as ever.
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Does Whatever a Spider Can
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What A Day
Everything Is Too Spicy
Tickle Monster
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How do we REALLY feel about nap time?
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Getting Ready for Halloween and Fall
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Have Daddies ever broken a promise?
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How Uncle Sam gets you to destroy their closet
Baby gets sick while Daddies are on a mission
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Down the Rabbit Hole
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Summary: Steve is overworking himself and finally comes to his senses when his little has to pay the price after he forgets her in the bath.
Warnings: female reader, age regressed reader, reader is given a bath, reader is left in bath for a while, mentions of pull ups and getting changed. Let me know if I missed anything else please!
Steve had been working himself to the bone all week and not getting enough food, sleep, or cuddles from his two favourite people in the world. He’d basically been living in his office and Bucky was worried for him. It had been another day of nonstop scanning through files for Steve when Bucky had entered the office.
“Hey I’m going out to get groceries, do you think you have time to give Y/n a bath while I’m gone? She’s playing in the yard and has mud all over her.” he had asked while waiting for the blonde to finally look away from his desk.
“Huh? Oh yeah sure of course” he responded, giving the brunette a weak smile.
“Thanks babe.” Bucky nodded before closing the door and heading out to the store.
Steve had been so absorbed in his work that he didn’t realize half an hour had gone by since Bucky left the room and decided it was a good time to take a break. He walked into the yard to find you playing with patch of flowers, ignoring that you were sitting right over dry mud and smiled to himself before scooping you up onto his hip.
“Alright messy girl time for a bath” he told you as he brought you into the bathroom. He removed your clothes, gave you a raspberry on your stomach earning a giggle from you, and then lifted you into the bath.
He continued on with your usual routine, being as sweet and gentle as usual with you while massaging shampoo into your scalp, until his phone started to ring.
“Dada will be right back princess, just one minute.” he told you before leaving you in the tub with shampoo still in your hair.
You tried to be a good girl and wait patiently for your dada, but after a couple minutes you started to get cold and bored. Steve didn’t have enough time to put your bath toys in, so you just played with water while quietly singing some songs to yourself.
“Sunny day, sweepin the clouds away”. You continued to sing the Sesame Street theme song as a distraction so that you wouldn’t start to get upset, as it had been a good 20 minutes since Steve had left. You waited so long that you started to feel like you were freezing and whimper, but it wasn’t until you felt the shampoo starting to drip from your hair and get into your eyes that you started crying loudly.
Bucky had just come home and was walking through the door when you had started to cry. He immediately heard you with his advanced hearing and rushed to the bathroom, shocked to see you crying in the tub with shampoo all over you.
“Oh my goodness angel, what happened? Where’s dada?” He questioned in concern as he grabbed a towel and picked you up so that your legs were wrapped around his waist, not caring if he got water on his clothes. He then started patting your back that was now covered in the towel while he bounced you in his arms and quietly hushed you until you stopped crying.
Once you had calmed down you explained what happened and that Steve didn’t come back after leaving shampoo in your hair, that was now in your eyes.
“Oh little one I’m so sorry, dada’s in big trouble for doing this to my sweet baby.” He frowned while kissing your cheeks over and over again.
He placed you back in the tub and finished rinsing you off and soothing your eyes with water, his heart breaking when he realized you were shivering despite the warm water you were now being washed with. He was already upset at Steve for overworking himself, but now he was furious.
After your bath Bucky carried you to your bedroom and dressed you in your usual pull up, and then a shirt, warm tights, and fuzzy socks, but then goes the extra mile with making you warm as he puts you in a thick onesie on top of that. Once you’re dressed he brushed your hair and places you back on his hip to go yell at your dada.
“Steven Grant Rogers!” Bucky yelled when he got in the living room, not even bothering to go find wherever Steve was. After a while Steve finally came into the room holding a bunch of papers, not even looking up at the soldier.
“Yeah, what buck?” He asked as he continues to read the files until bucky clears his throat in anger. This caught Steve’s attention as he knows bucky only does this when he’s really messed up, and it takes him less than a second to realize how when he sees you in bucky’s arms and remembers what he had done.
“Oh no, oh no no no” he started rambling as he lowered the papers and walked closer to the two of you.
“Yeah oh no is right Steven I can’t believe you forgot her in the bath! Our poor baby was freezing cold and had shampoo in her precious eyes, how could you do this!” Bucky scolded him as if he didn’t already feel terrible.
“Oh sweetheart I’m so so sorry, I was so busy with the call I completely forgot” he apologized as he tried to get you to lift your head out from the crook of Bucky’s neck, but you wouldn’t budge as you started whimpering.
“Oh honey, I promise I’ll make it up to you” he continues “I’ll get you all your favourite candy”. Your ears perk up at this as you slightly lift your head up, which just makes Bucky scoff
“Wow really Rogers? bribing our sweet angel? You’ll have to do a lot better than that” He tells him with an unamused tone, receiving a frown from Steve as Bucky’s names for him keeping getting more bitter.
“Okay fine. Sweetheart, dada’s going to call the tower and take the weekend off, how about that? I’ll spend it all with you and daddy and I’ll make sure I never work so hard that I forget my baby again. I’m truly sorry little one” he told you and kissed the top of your head begging for you to at least look at him.
Bucky finally had mercy on Steve and sighed.“Alright princess you think dada’s suffered enough of the silent treatment yet?” He asked you while running his fingers through your hair. You slowly lift your head up as you had actually forgiven Steve as soon as he apologized, but were just humouring Bucky.
You let Steve take you into his arms as he sat down on the couch with you in his lap and smothered you in kisses, earning giggles from you. Bucky then sat down beside the two of you and Steve kissed his cheek, finally removing his long kept frown.
“Can I still have candy?” You asked Steve which caused Bucky to once again glare at the blonde.
Steve laughed at that. “Yes my baby, you can have all the candy you want”
Hi loving! Would you be willing to write something with cg!Dean and a little one who doesn’t feel great and just wants to lay on top of him all day. I had a bother surgery and I’ve been feeling this way but with no Dean :(
Love you💕💕
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aww darling im sorry you're feeling icky, i hope this helps a bit 💕 153 words
dean felt a little guilty for loving days like this. its not that he enjoyed your suffering - far from it! seeing you in anguish broke his heart. but he had to admit that with all the chaos in his life, the days when he could just stay in one place and spend time with you were his favorites. you didn't have the energy to do very much that day, not even speak, so dean carried you around the bunker, letting you point in the direction you wanted to go. he brought you to the kitchen and poured you a big glass of orange juice while he toasted some bread for you, and let you sit in his lap while you feebly munched on it. when you were finished, he took you back to his room and buried you in all the cozy blankets he could gather, curling up with you as you rested.
So I'm very sick rn and I thought of daddy stucky x little reader x little Peter where she is sick but they dont notice it until they are at the avenger tower and she fell asleep while playing with her stuffys and her friends and Peter goes to daddy buck and is like "daddy tiny fell asleep" and he is like huh again? And then they found out that she's sick 🥺
Daycare Dilemma
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: What a precious idea 🥺 I love older brother Peter & I love that you guys do too 💕 I changed up the request just slightly but I hope you still love it!! 💕
The day started just as well as any other day. You had breakfast with your family at the kitchen table, one of Steve’s records playing softly in the corner of the room while Bucky cut your pancake into bite-size pieces. Peter’s spoon chimed against his bowl as he shoveled sugary cereal into his mouth. The sun was a bit bright on your sleepy eyes, but aside from that you couldn’t complain. The mornings were your favorite part of the day anyways.
Syrupy pancake bites scratched down your throat, but you chalked it up to having just woken up. Even Bucky could tell you were taking a bit longer than usual to perk up that morning, and he rubbed your back reassuringly as you took some sips from your water cup. You usually sat in your own chair, but today you ate breakfast in Bucky’s lap. He and Steve had some business to attend to at the compound so he soaked up every moment with you before he had to go to work.
Thankfully, the compound had a daycare center not far from the meeting rooms, so they knew you and Peter would be in good hands while they were busy. Mr. Stark had spared no expense on all the amenities a kid could dream up and then some. There was a massive indoor playground with swirling slides that led outside the building into the courtyard garden, a motorized swing set that took you far higher than the swings at any park you’d been to, and a trampoline built right into the floor, surrounded by soft plush barriers to minimize injury. Staff members were always available for the kiddos that needed more hands on supervision, while F.R.I.D.A.Y. kept track of the more independant little ones.
You often looked forward to getting to spend time there, but today, all you really wanted to do was stay curled up in Bucky’s arms. Steve could barely keep Peter’s hand in his as you all approached the daycare entrance, the boy’s excitement practically propelling him towards the door. Yours and Peter’s backpacks were slung over Steve’s shoulder, while Bucky focussed all his energy on carrying you. He could tell you were quiet, and clingier than usual; he assumed you were anxious about being separated from your daddies so soon after breakfast, and he wanted to drop everything and stay home with you. But it was a very important meeting, and a rather short one at that, and he whispered reassuringly in your ear that he’d be back before you knew it to snuggle on the couch for the rest of the day.
Bucky sat you down in the younger kids area, correctly assuming that your lack of energy today was an indicator of a smaller headspace. This area had a big tent full of pillows and blankets, a big tv, and some soft toys and stuffies strewn around for you to crawl and find. Steve came over with the backpacks, puting Peter’s in a nearby cubby, and removing the pacifier and bottle from yours before putting it in the cubby as well. Peter was long gone already, climbing up the playscape as high as he could go. You took your things from Steve with a soft smile, immediately putting your paci in your mouth and leaning up to tap it against your daddy’s lips. Then you reached out for Bucky so you could do the same for him.
“We’ll see you soon, okay lovebug?” Bucky said softly, tugging his thumb across your cheek.
“We won’t be long, promise. Love you, babydoll.” Steve added, and the two stood up, leaving you in the baby room as they went back out into the main room towards the exit.
“Make sure to keep an eye on your sister,” Steve called up to Peter, who was perched on the top level of the playground with an arm stretched out towards the ceiling, “And no webs indoors!”
Peter lowered his arm dejectedly, rolling his eyes as your daddies turned to leave for their meeting. At the last minute he called out “Bye Daddy! Bye Baba!”
The tv was playing Winnie The Pooh, which you liked very much, so you gathered some of the pillows and blankets to make a little nest for yourself. You weren’t hungry for your bottle yet, so you set it aside as you got yourself comfortable. The daycare felt colder than usual, and your toes were feeling like little icicles in your socks, so you pulled as many blankets as you could over yourself, just your face peeking out to watch the tv screen. Your blinks got longer and longer until eventually you were snoring softly in the confines of the tent.
It didn’t take very long for Peter to get bored of playing by himself, and soon climbed down from the playscape to look around for you. He might have missed you all hidden in your nest if his spidey sense hadn’t suddenly picked up your raised temperature and raspy breathing. Peter bounded into the tent and couched by your side, not sure if he should wake you up and ask what's wrong, or let you rest. He looked around the room for a daycare attendant or someone he could ask for help, but he saw a familiar face instead.
“Hey, Angel!” Steve greeted, entering the baby area while Bucky signed you out at the entrance. “Are you checking on your little sister?” The meeting had been just as short as they’d promised.
“Baby’s sleepin’,” Peter replied with a shrug, making Steve’s eyebrows furrow.
“Again? Did she sleep the whole time?” He asked, softly brushing aside the blankets so he could caress your face. He could tell from the moment he made contact with your skin that you were running a fever.
“Everything alright in here?” Bucky asked, joining his family. He could feel Steve’s tenseness as he entered the room.
“Looks like we’re gonna have to give this one a little extra loving when we get home,” Steve answered, scooping you up with the blanket still wrapped around you so as not to disturb your slumber. He’d wash it and return it when you were better.
“Oh? We have a sick baby on our hands?” Bucky asked nervously, mentally kicking himself for not noticing when he was feeding you breakfast.
Bucky gathered yours and Peter’s things while Steve rocked you back and forth in his arms. Then the four of you made your way back towards the elevator up to your home floor. When the metal doors were within sight, Bucky gave Peter the ‘okay’ to run ahead and press the buttons for all of you, one of his favorite duties. When the kid was out of earshot, Bucky leaned over to whisper to Steve, hoping you were still asleep so you wouldn’t hear his insecurities.
“I should have noticed, Steve. She sat in my lap all morning and I just thought she was tired.”
Steve shifted you over to one arm, your slumber undisturbed as you were pressed comfortably into the side of his chest. With his now free hand, Steve reached out to hold his husband’s.
“There’s no use worrying about it now, honey,” He rubbed a reassuring thumb against Bucky’s hand. “All we can do now is give her all the love she needs. And I happen to know you’re very good at that.”
thinking aboooouuuuut being so tiny & so sleepy & so clingy that when you fall asleep on steve's chest, he doesn't have the heart to transfer you to your crib, even though he's got an avenger's meeting in just a few minutes, sooooo....... he ends up just bringing you with him & rocking you softly in the conference room chair while he discusses strategies with the rest of the crew 💕
Hiya! I was wondering if you could possibly write a little reader that's struggling with nausea on a daily? If not that's ok! I'm just dealing with some health stuff but I want to be respectful of your rules! I don't mind with who. just something fluffy and soft to read!
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» bucky barnes x reader
» a/n: hope you don’t mind me choosing bucky for this prompt, I’ve been reading a lot of marvel lately and miss writing for it
» warnings: nicknames, talk of nausea/sickness, slight description of dry heaving
“How’re you doing Doll?” Bucky comes up behind you with a hand falling to the back of your neck, a small frown on his lips when he sees you grimace and your arms tighten over your stomach.
“I know, I’m sorry. Wanna try some more crackers?” He crouches next to where you are on the couch and plucks the half eaten sleeve of crackers from the coffee table. There’s three separate water bottles on it: one of water, one of tea, one of ginger ale, and toast that’s gone cold from this morning still left out, a set of those wrist bands that are supposed to help with nausea, and even a pair of those carsickness goggles that are supposed to help- even if you’re not driving anywhere.
“No, jus’ wanna cuddle.” A smile spreads across Bucky’s face when you reach out for him and he quickly complies at getting you scooped into his arms.
“Better?” You nod against his chest once the two of you are settled on the couch, you’re wrapped around him as tight as can be and his hand is rubbing up and down your back.
It’s an up and down battle of trying to find remedies that help your daily nausea. Sometimes they’re great and you’re able to go down to the park only a little walk away from your apartment, other days you end up dry heaving for so long your throat burns and Bucky can only hold you as you cry from the uncomfortableness, and sometimes, days like today, cuddling is the only solution.
Your eyes flutter closed within a few minutes of laying with Bucky acting as a human pillow. It’s only early afternoon but Bucky’s content on letting you drift off to sleep against his chest, he just hopes you feel a bit better when you wake up.
Hi!!! Could I please have one where the cg is bucky and they get into a minor car accident because of ice or something. and little!reader is just so shaken up that bucky just has to calm them down.
Thank you!!!!
Icy Road
Word Count: 1k
Warning: A small car accident! Nobody gets hurt but I know it can still be scary 💕
A/N: Thank you for requesting this!! Car accidents are actually one of my biggest fears, and I was actually involved in a little bump a couple weeks ago 😰 everyone was okay & unharmed but I was quite shaken up after the fact & writing this was actually very therapeutic for me 💕
You were full, you were happy, but you were exhausted. Tony’s annual Christmas party was everything he’d promised it would be and more, and you’d been kept up long past your bedtime for the special occasion. Bucky was never one for parties, but your excitement made him a willing participant in the holiday festivities. It only took a batting of your pretty little eyelashes to make him emerge from his designated brooding spot in the corner to color with you, and soon coloring became decorating ornaments, and by the end of the night he was laughing with glitter in his hair. It was the first time since he’d joined the Avengers that he’d ever stayed until the end of a party, and he could get used to it.
As he drove home through the dark winter night, Bucky couldn’t help but smile at himself. What a perfect night it had been. Your head lolled to the side and rested against your shoulder, and the movement caught Bucky’s eye in the rearview mirror. You were so peaceful in your slumber, the slightest hint of a smile peeking from behind your paci. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, even though he knew he should. Especially on an icy night like this.
When he finally tore his eyes away from you, the car was drifting to the middle of the road. There were no other cars, not out here, but Bucky still corrected the car a little too hard, a little too quickly. The tires skidded on the slick ice and sent the car into a spin, picking up speed until eventually you landed in a snowbank beside the road. The collision wasn’t enough to put more than a dent in the car, but the sudden shift in motion startled you awake, and your cries began to pierce the silence of the snowy night.
Bucky’s first and only reaction was to unbuckle his seatbelt and immediately run to join you in the back seat. He slid in beside you and scanned his eyes over your entire body, checking for injuries.
“Are you okay, baby? Are you hurt?” He panted, afraid to touch you in case you were injured. Once he confirmed you were fine, save for an accelerated heart rate, he unfastened your seatbelt and pulled you into his lap. It broke Bucky’s heart how desperately you clung to him, grasping at his sweater with frantic fingers. He massaged your back in soothing circles, shushing rhythmically and softly in your ear, but to no avail.
“I’m so sorry baby, I’m so sorry. It’s okay now, I promise.” Bucky chanted to you over and over. “I’m so, so sorry my baby.”
He sat there like that with you for as long as you cried; he would have stayed there until the sun came up if he needed to. Even after you’d stopped crying, he held you there a little longer. He couldn’t bring himself to let go. Even though neither of you were injured and the car was an easy fix, Bucky couldn’t help the guilt gnawing at him. He’d gotten distracted, he’d been reckless, but worst of all, he’d scared you. If he’d been alone in the car he wouldn’t care, but seeing your fear as a result of his thoughtless actions made his heart ache. It made him question if he even deserved to be a caregiver after this.
“It's okay, daddy.” You said, so softly he almost didn’t hear it.
“What’s that doll?” Bucky looked down at you.
“It’s okay,” you lifted your head from his chest and looked up at him, dried tears streaked across your cheeks. “Was an accident, right?”
“It was, but I’m still sorry.” Bucky hugged you tightly to him. The snow had stopped falling by the time he’d pulled over, so there was no risk of being snowed into the spot. Bucky leaned over towards your backpack in the front seat as delicately as he could, not wanting to disturb you as he felt you falling back asleep. The pacifier you’d been using earlier had fallen to the floor of the car, so he found a new one in your backpack and gently maneuvered your head to give it to you. He then found one of your blankies he’d packed and covered you with it. He stayed there with you until he felt your breathing fully steady and slow down. He could tell when you fell asleep, the subtle little things only he could pick up like your muscles relaxing and your eyes flicking behind your eyelids as your dreams began to unfold. Bucky held you a little while longer to make sure your dreams stayed pleasant, hoping the events of the night wouldn’t manifest into a nightmare. Once he was confident you were dreaming of nothing but sugarplums, he kissed your forehead and placed you back into your car seat.
It took every bone in Bucky’s body not to keep watch on you sleeping in the backseat. You were only a few minutes from home, he knew he could get you home safely. As soon as he pulled the car into the garage and turned it off, he couldn’t get out and to your door quickly enough. He managed to keep you asleep as he lifted you into his arms, carrying you into the house and disabling the alarm system without so much as a stir.
Bucky decided that after the events of the night, he couldn’t stand to be even a room away from you. Instead of setting you down in your crib as he got himself ready for bed, he placed you right down on his own bed. It was like you could sense the safety of your new setting, you stretched out your limbs before curling up into the comfort of your daddy’s pillows.
Bucky finally let out the breath he’d been holding since the accident. He was used to being hard on himself, but taking care of you was slowly teaching him grace. The sight of you safely slumbering in his bed despite what you’d been through was proof enough to him that he could change for the better.
Daddy stucky x little reader x little Peter where the reader is in babyspace and want to give them paci kisses and everytime she does she start to giggle 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
Paci Kisses
Word Count: 640
A/N: Eeeep this idea is so so cute, thank you for requesting it!!! I don't know what else to say about this one other than I had a sweet time writing it & I hope you enjoy! 💕
Steve and Bucky were so very in love, and they weren’t afraid to show it. Every morning when Steve put breakfast down on the table, he’d kiss Bucky on the lips before they each began eating, their own little way of saying grace. Peter would always giggle, usually regressed around that silly age when kisses meant cooties, but you were too little to understand. Every time one of them left the house, they’d share a kiss; sometimes even just when one of them left the room. You were so tiny, you didn’t fully comprehend what it meant, your brain only really working in concepts. All you knew was that daddies meant love, and daddies kissed a lot, so kisses must mean love too. You wanted to return the favor.
That morning, you were woken up by Steve’s strong arms lifting you out of your crib. You blinked sleepily and smiled at him from behind your paci, your cheeks rounding out and your eyes squinting as you did so.
“Good morning angel, I love you,” Steve greeted, always wanting the first thing you heard every morning to be words of love. He kissed you on the forehead and shifted you into the crook of his arm so he could carry you out into the living room with one hand. As he did so, you leaned forward, tapping the plastic of your pacifier against his cheek.
“Woah, what was that, baby?” Steve asked with a slight chuckle. He didn’t think you’d really be violent with him, but he wasn’t sure what you could be doing when you clumsily headbutted his cheek.
You were too small to explain it, your little brain couldn’t find the words. All you could think to do was kiss him, over and over and over.
“Mwah, mwah, mwah!” You mumbled softly from behind the paci, softening your taps in the hopes he’d get the memo. And boy did he.
“Is that a kiss? Are you kissing daddy?” Steve asked with wide, excited eyes and laughter in his voice.
You nodded, giggling as you kissed him again, again, again. Steve kissed you back, planting his lips on the plastic, which made you giggle even more. Then, he carried you into the living room where Bucky and Peter were, with a huge grin on his face.
“Buck! Look what our baby can do!” He said with glee, and then tapped on his cheek, motioning for you to kiss him once more, which you did joyously.
Bucky cheered and clapped for you, getting up from the couch to give a standing ovation, which made you beam even harder from behind the paci.
“Can I have one, babydoll?” He asked eagerly, and you nodded, reaching out from Steve’s arms towards Bucky’s.
You happily kissed your Baba all over his face, giggling after each one until eventually the kisses devolved into you just nuzzling your paci across his cheeks like a puppydog. Steve joined the cuddlefest on the couch, pinching your little round cheeks. Peter had been distracted from his toys since the moment you entered the room, watching your interactions with captivated awe, but he finally couldn’t stand it anymore. He stood up, letting a toy car fall from his hand with a clatter.
“‘S not fair! I want kisses too!” He whined with a pout.
You didn’t want your Petie to feel left out, you loved him just as much as you loved your daddies of course. You reached out to him now, kicking your little feet with delight as he ran over to the three of you. Now your whole family was together on the couch, and you took turns kissing each of them, and each of them took turns kissing you. You’d already mastered your newest skill, and you couldn’t wait to keep practicing every single day.
SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.
Warnings - Mentions of Bucky’s ‘Old Life’, talks about slight “Violence” (Bucky’s past), talks of a first aid kit, feeling “scared” about being a little, fluff! Obviously!
Word Count - 2164
Note - I've finished all of Bub and Buck's story now, and I have to say it's been crazy going back and blending chapters/blurbs together to create a more cohesive story. It's been fun, and crazy, and honestly I missed this little place that I loved so much. Cafe BigNSmall is the beginning of so much, not just this account. It was the first little writing thing I put out that really got traction and that led me to where I am now. Going to school in January for creative writing, beginning the process of writing my own book. This little fic that has brough comfort to so many, myself included, is so much bigger than just a fanfiction or just a writing process and I'm so thankful for everyone who has stuck by my side, who has liked, reblogged, and sent asks about it. I love every one of you, I love who you've helped me become, and I've loved every minute of re-writing this series and I hope you love re-reading, or even reading it for the first time. I just have so so so much love in my heart for this and for you <3
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Bucky sat at his same table for the umpteenth time, but this time he sat with a smile knowing someone was on their way to sit with him. For the first time in a while Bucky wasn’t sitting and watching everyone while feeling jealous, instead he watched as a Caregiver hugged their Little and felt hopeful that he might get to have that one day.
“MR!” Y/n yelled from the entrance like she couldn’t believe he was there, sitting at their table ready for whatever she wished to do. “Hi!” She smiled at him when she got to the table, her usual overalls and t-shirt combo covered by a heavy sweater. He was happy she had covered up more than yesterday, the sky grey instead of blue, and the colder.
“Hi.” He smiled back, Bucky was sure he looked goofy with how big his smile was but he didn’t care. “Chilly?” He asks as he watches them shiver slightly when the finally sit down.
“Yeah.” Y/n tilts her head to the side as she seems to contemplate something. “I think ‘m gonna get a hot chocolate.” She rummages around her bag before finding her wallet and pulling out a five dollar bill. Bucky was quicker though, already on his feet and in the line. “What are you gonna get?” Y/n asks as she joins him in the line.
“Well, I think I’m going to get a hot chocolate too.” He looks down at her, a silly grin on her face as she nods her head. “Their cake pops look good too.” Bucky points to the glass case full of baked goods and premade sandwiches.
“I know!” Y/n practically jumps. “I had one once.” They frown. “But I never have enough moneys for one, maybe next week I’ll get one.” They nod their head, agreeing with their idea.
Bucky already planned on buying Y/n a cake pop, but wanted to make sure she actually did like them. Finding out she’s only had one because she can’t afford them has him vowing to always buy her one whenever she’s here.
The money Bucky got from the government after his treatment went public often sits in his bank account unused, he has what he needs, and most of what he wants, and he hates spending the money on useless things. Yet as he watches Y/n’s eyes flicker to the case full of sweet treats with a frown on their face he’s happy to know he finally has something, someone worth spending money on.
“Hi, what can I get you today?” The barista smiles at Bucky, giving an extra sweet grin and a wave to Y/n.
“Can I get two medium hot chocolates, please?” Bucky places his hand on Y/n’s shoulder to get her attention before asking. “What kind of cake pop do you want Bub?”
“I can’t.” They shrug their shoulders, clearly not aware that Bucky’s already ordering for her.
“I’m buying you one. Which one do you want, Bub?” He adds some clarification, leaning down slightly to be at Y/n’s height, pointing to the cake pops in the case. “I love vanilla, I think I’ll get a vanilla one.” He says, hoping that him getting one will make Y/n feel less nervous.
She begins playing with her hands, twisting her fingers together, something Bucky’s noticed she does when anxious. “Um, I like chocolate.” She whispers, looking back at Bucky with weary eyes. “But I don’ wan’ you to buy it, I -” Bucky doesn’t let her finish her sentence, instead he stands and orders both cake pops before paying.
With both hands on Bub’s shoulders he moves them over to the wait station. “When you’re with me I’ll be the one buying things, okay?” His tone is sweet but also somehow firm, hoping his words make sense and are final, but also hoping he doesn’t seem too overbearing.
“Like a, like when.” Bub stumbled over her words before turning around to face Bucky, his hands dropping from her shoulders only for her to grab his left, glove covered, hand to fidget with it like she does hers. “Like a caregiver?” She asks, finally meeting Bucky’s glance.
“Exactly like that.” Bucky nods. “I’ll act like your caregiver when we’re together, okay?” He regrets using the word ‘act’ the moment he says it, Y/n somberly nodding at his words. He wants to be her caregiver all the time, he doesn’t want to just act as one while around her, but he met her yesterday. Neither of them know each other well enough for that kind of trust, yet Bucky seems to feel like they both are on the same wavelength. Like they’ve waited long enough for someone to be their other, why wait a little longer.
“I’d like tha’.” Y/n nods, turning back around in Bucky’s arms to wait for their cake pop and hot chocolate.
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For a whole week Bucky and Bub met up everyday, getting hot chocolate and cake pops. Y/n kept giving Bucky colouring pages to take home with her signature at the bottom, his fridge now covered in them after a frantic late night trip to buy magnets. Walking into his house and seeing the fridge coloured in pictures made him love the fact that he bought a huge fridge able to store at least another week's worth of pictures without having to remove anymore of the ones he’s already been given.
“Hi, Mr!” Y/n smiled as she sat down on her booth seat, her backpack placed on the table as she got comfortable. “I made you something.”
“You did?” Bucky unpackaged her cake pop and placed it on a napkin, sliding it over to her along with her hot chocolate. “Careful it’s hot.” Bucky warned as Bub went straight for her drink the moment it was in her line of sight.
“Otay.” She blew a breath onto the cup, though Bucky wasn’t sure how helpful her hot puff of air would be in cooling it down, instead pulling it back to himself and blowing cold air on it for her. “Here.” She placed a piece of paper onto the table.
This picture wasn’t one from a colouring book, but one on regular plain paper, drawn by Y/n and coloured by her to. Two figures stood hand in hand with a box of crayons in the middle. One person was obviously Bucky, the other Y/n. Even if he couldn’t tell Bub had written their names “Mr” and “Bub” below each of their persons. “I love it.” Bucky smiled, sliding the, now less hot, hot chocolate back to Y/n, her taking a sip immediately and humming in content. “I’ll have to put in on my fridge.” He said aloud, though he meant to keep the words to himself, not sure if it was wrong to admit he had grown attached to Y/n enough to want her pictures on his fridge.
“Really?” Her usually playful voice grew serious, her eyes filled with tears. “My drawing?”
“Yeah, Bub.” He smiled, glad she seemed happy over the idea. “I have a few of your drawings on my fridge already.” He admitted. Before he could place it in his bag Y/n was up and out of her seat sliding into Bucky’s booth before wrapping her arms around him in a hug. “Oh.” Bucky lets out a surprised sigh.
“I like you, you nice.” Y/n said as she pulled away, though didn’t leave the booth.
“You’re nice too, Bub.” Bucky said in disbelief. He knew the two of them were making good steps towards fully be comfortable around one another, Y/n seemed to slip further and further into regression, showing she felt safe around Bucky, and she had even asked him if he was the Winter Soldier and hadn't run when he said yes. But he hadn’t expected her to feel comfortable enough to hug him, yet he wasn’t going to argue or complain.
Y/n eyed his bag for a minute or so before asking a question. “Wha’s in your bag?” She asked, this being the first time she had truly seen it.
“I’ll show you what’s in my bag, if you show me what’s in yours?” He offered, having been wondering what she brought with her to the cafe everyday. “Deal?” He asked, and she perked up, agreeing before sliding out and back onto her seat, something Bucky frowned at.
“Otay!” Bub squealed, opening her green backpack before digging around a little bit. The first thing she pulled out was a small zipper pouch, the fabric printed with frogs and plants. “This has m’ keys, an’ my phone.” She pulled both out, her phone being secured in a bag inside her bag making sense as to why it took her so long to find it when her alarm went off. “An’ it has my tic tacs in it! D’ you wan’ one?” She asked with a smile, holding out tropical tic tacs to Bucky.
“I’m okay, but thank you Bub.” He smiled, proud of her manners and willingness to share her things. He knew he couldn't take credit for her good behaviour, or her manners. She was a sweet girl even if he didn’t remind her here and there of her manners, yet he was still extremely proud of her.
“M’kay.” Bub nodded her head, popping a few tic tacs in her mouth before moving on. “Dis, um, dis is my frog.” Bub’s once very confident attitude dulled slightly as she brought the frog stuffie out, like she was waiting for someone to say something rude.
“He’s very cute.” Bucky reassured her, his hand brushing against the stuffed animal's foot, his fur in perfect condition. “What’s his name?”
Y/n still seemed on alert, but opened up a little more. “I call him Green Bean.” She pats his head.
“That’s a perfect name.” Bucky chuckles, loving how creative his Bub is. “Where did you get his outfit?” He asks, referring to the knitted overalls and t-shirt, identical to Y/n’s everyday outfit.
“I made dem!” Bucky was happy to see her peppy spark come back as she spoke about her stuffy. Giving him the rundown on how she made them, and made clothing for all her other stuffies at home. Then she gave him the rundown on a bunny stuffie she really wanted that was identical to the one she has at home. Though “He’s no’ the same Mr! He’s a different colour!” something Bucky quickly made a mental note of.
Bub only had her wallet and a sweater stuffed at the bottom of her bag, and a small bag of long forgotten goldfish that Bucky immediately threw out left to show. “Your turn.” Y/n reminded Bucky, gesturing to his backpack.
“Well.” He started, opening his bag, pulling out his wallet, keys and phone. “These are the things I have on me at all times.” He said, watching Y/n pick up his keys and fiddle with them, clearly loving his accumulated keychain and key combo from the last 100 years. “Then I have a First Aid Kit.” He pulls out a bulky box, a few things banging around inside.
“In case someone ge’s hurt?” Y/n asks, concern dripping from her expressions.
“Exactly.” Bucky answers, though he doesn’t admit that he mainly carries it out of fear that he’ll hurt someone and need to patch them up, but he hopes that Y/n’s just thinking about scrapes and small cuts and not the carnage he’s left behind.
“Do you have princess bandaids?” She asks with all seriousness.
“I have princess ones, paw patrol, and starwars.” He playful one ups her, the two of them laughing before he continues. “Then I have extra crayons, colouring pages, and a couple water bottles.” He pulls out the extra things, Y/n’s hands immediately going to the colouring pages.
“Can I do this one, please?” She asks, bouncing in her seat, her frog underneath her arm.
“Of course, Bub.” He smiles, the frog page she chose the one he printed off last night in the hopes to give it to her.
After the small show and tell the two of them sat together eating their cake pops and drinking their hot chocolate. Everytime he looked up Bucky realised just how lucky he was, to have found a Little who was as chill as Bub was, and as sweet as she was too. He realised that while he wished he could have met her sooner, he was happy he waited.
“Why don’t we go to the park tomorrow?” He asked, thinking it could be good for them to get out somewhere other than just the cafe.
“Yes!” Y/n practically jumped out of her seat at the idea, the two of them chatting about how excited they were for their adventure tomorrow.
Summary: Tony is having a nightmare and when you try to wake him up his suit gets in the way.
Pairing: daddy!Tony x little!reader
Warnings: Age Regression, angst/comfort, nightmares, short-fic
A/n: This is basically like the scene from Iron Man 3
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You groaned a little, turning on your other side when you felt your daddy shifting behind you.
He mumbled in his sleep and started to fist the bedsheets. He was sweaty and his skin was so cold. You frowned, daddy's having a nightmare again.
You rubbed some sleep from your eyes and sat up on your knees beside him, placing your hands on his arm to shake him a little.
"Daddy, wake up," you spoke softly.
"Not her....please." he kept chanting.
"Da-ahh!" you yelped when your arm got yanked back and pressed to the mattress.
Tony's suit is above you and aiming one of his repulsors directly at your face. You whimper at the tight grip the suit has around your wrist, your heart beating like crazy.
Tony jumped up on his knees, hands up he shouted. "Power down!"
You watched the suit fall apart on the floor beside the bed, still gasping for air and sitting up. When Tony tried to reach out for your hand you jumped a little, making him gulp.
"I'm so sorry, baby" he apologized, his heart broke when he saw your whole body trembling and the tears already forming in your beautiful eyes.
"Was scary..." you mumbled and Tony made slow movements with pulling you on his lap, hugging you gently.
"I know, it's okay. Daddy's here, you're safe," he whispered while rocking you back and forth while your hands gripped his shirt tightly. "I didn't mean to scare you..."
His suits are supposed to make you feel safe and protected and the thought of you being scared of them now makes Tony want to kick his own ass, for that and for getting you in danger.
When your grip loosened and your breathing got calmer Tony laid back down with you on top of him, drawing shapes on your back while whispering sweet-nothings til you fell back asleep.
The next day he spent in his workshop upgrading his suits, with you coloring and playing in your designed corner as moral support, until he was sure there was no possibility that his suits could harm you in any way.
Hi love, how are you! I haven’t been on tumblr much lately but I still love you and your work!! I’ve been dealing with some tough stuff with my health and have been little a lot more lately. Would you write Cg!Ransom as just turning into a melted fit of mush for the reader?Just like absolutely spoiling them and doing whatever they want when they don’t feel good?
Love,
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Daddy's Day Off
Word Count: 750
A/N: Aww hello angel! I'm glad to hear from you again & I hope you're always doing alright 💕 eeep I love Ransom so much, especially in the cold months I just want to cling to him hehehe 💕
It was a busy day full of stressful meetings and Ransom was not at all pleased about it. As much as he loved being extravagantly rich, the people he had to deal with on a daily basis almost made it not worth it. Almost. One thought of you, your bright eyes and contagious smile, and Ransom was reminded that he’d go through hell just to make that happen. He checked the time on his phone, just an excuse to look at the background image really. It was a picture of you and him, a selfie he had taken while you were curled up with him on the couch - he smiled at the camera, but your loving gaze was locked on him. Every time he saw this picture it reminded him what he did it all for.
He couldn’t do it today though, he just couldn’t. You’d had a nightmare earlier, screaming yourself out of slumber in the wee hours of the morning. The rest of the night was spent with you curled up against his chest and him hardly sleeping, dutifully keeping watch on you to make sure you stayed at peace. It broke his heart to close you out of his home office that morning, your rejected face echoing through his head as he tried to focus on today’s planner entries. All he wanted was to be finished with this stupid workday and to spend the rest of it with you. Your love was the only thing that could relieve his stress after a long day of dealing with a bunch of a-holes. Yes, he needed his baby just as much as you needed him.
To hell with it. Ransom sent a short email to his assistant to cancel all his meetings as he needed to take a personal day. With that, he shut his laptop and tossed his work phone into his desk drawer, nearly slamming it shut. He was so eager to get away from all this and just relax with you. When he opened his office door, he almost expected you to still be there looking up at him with tearful eyes, but like the brave and independent baby he’d raised you to be, you had already begun trying to distract yourself until Ransom was finished with work.
You knew Ransom didn’t like distractions when he was in work-mode, so although you’d rather spend the day curled up with him just as you’d spent last night, you took it upon yourself to keep occupied. That’s how Ransom found you on the floor of the living room, the massive flatscreen tv playing a marathon of Bluey episodes above you. Every color of crayon was scattered all around you, a pile of already finished drawings stacked upon the coffee table. At the sound of Ransom’s heavy footsteps, your head shot up from your picture of a cat in a garden.
“Daddy, you finished already?” You asked hopefully.
“Daddy got a surprise day off, baby!” He replied, scooping you up into his arms.
“What are we gonna do?” You asked, looking up at him with more love in your eyes than Ransom thought he deserved in his whole lifetime.
“Anything you want, babydoll. I’m all yours.” Ransom carried you to the giant sofa, keeping you pressed against his firm chest as he swaddled the two of you together in a big plush throw blanket.
He handed you the remote, happy to sit through any cartoon or cheesy musical if it meant making you happy. When he heard your tummy rumble after a while, Ransom grabbed the house phone and ordered your favorite pizza, without even needing to ask if you wanted it. He knew you better than he even knew himself. He helped you eat your pizza as you watched tv, something you rarely got to do at the same time. When you finished eating, he carried you to the kitchen to get you dessert and a bottle, not wanting to put you down for even a second.
Hours later, the credits on your second movie of the day were crawling across the screen, and Ransom was sure you were fast asleep, when suddenly he heard your tiny voice muffled through the blankets and his comfy thick sweater.
“Dada?” You asked, even smaller than you’d been this morning.
“What’s up, babydoll?” He whispered down to you.
“You gotta get a day off more often.” You mumbled, drifting into sleep.
Hello! I was wondering if you could write some cg! Sam and little!reader hcs? And the reader regresses young, like 0-3, and with gn!Pronouns please? If it's too much I totally understand!
Your awesome, have a good day/night!!
Caregiver Sam Winchester & little!reader hcs
warnings: mentions of canon-typical violence, mentions of the cage/lucifer
So patient and such a sweetheart!
He probably has a baby bag stashed somewhere in the Impala
It’s stocked with all the essentials, bottles, pacifiers, toys, teethers, pacifiers & anything else his little make need
If your regression is an open thing (ie dean & cas knowing) then Sam will have no trouble cuddling up with you in the backseat during long drives
He makes Dean turn off the inappropriate music while you’re regressed and in the car
The three of you end up investing in some cassettes to use during those times, Dean grumbles about it but he doesn’t really mind
He tries to keep you away from hunting the best he can while you’re small but occasionally he’ll hold you on his hip as he walks around placing things together for a case
If you ever get hurt on a case Sam is jumping in to hustle you away and clean up whatever wound you may have
He’s a lot more gentle with you than he is anyone else
He’ll read you bedtime stories if it’s not too late, just a few simple ones that are thin so they don’t take up a lot of room in his duffle bag
If you ever have to be babysat Sam prefers to leave you with someone like Bobby, Dean or Castiel
He doesn’t let Lucifer anywhere near you, he gets too nervous after what he went through in the cage
After everything that he’s been through Sam tends to take mental health days very seriously
If you even mention the idea of needing one he’ll have a week cleared in both of your schedules and make sure you relax as much as you can during it
Just saw my first picture of Ransom in the sweater during Autumn It has me thinking about Ransom where him being independent and less of a rich meanie, he is doing laundry and shrinks his sweater. THE sweater. So little gets a sweater just like cg Ransom. And he has to go buy another so they can match ♡ and they cuddle and eat cookies together ♡ that sounds like a nice day to me ♡
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Sweater Weather
Word Count: 1.3k
A/N: OMGGGGGGG anon this is such a cute idea!! i had to write it as a full fic & i even have some inklings of a part 2 in mind 😳 ahhh i'd give anything to hug him in that big comfy cozy sweater omg 🥺💕
Ransom could absolutely, one hundred percent do his own laundry. Seriously, how hard could it be? All he had to do was put the clothes in the machine, pour in some soap, and press start. Just because it took him until his forties to start doing this on his own didn’t mean you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks. Ransom was committed to setting a good example for you, teaching you how to be self-sustaining and not just a spoiled brat like he’d once been. As a result of this decision, the maid now only came every two weeks instead of weekly, and Ransom was responsible for everything in between.
Dragging the hamper down into the laundry room, Ransom sighed as he tossed handfuls of dirty clothes into the washing machine. He slammed the metal door shut with a roll of his eyes; just because he could do the laundry didn’t mean he had to enjoy it. As the water began to fill up the drum of the machine, Ransom went back upstairs, settling into his big armchair to enjoy a book while he waited for you to wake up. The coffee he’d made earlier that morning was already room temperature by now, but he decided he’d rather just bear it than get up and make a new one. One chore was enough to deal with right now. When less than five minutes remained on the wash cycle, Ransom heard you stirring in your room upstairs.
He took the stairs two at a time, not wasting a second to get you into his arms. Lifting you out of your crib, he rocked you back and forth, patting your back to soothe away a sob that hadn’t yet come. Ransom bounced you on his hip for a few minutes as you adjusted to the new morning, whispering sweet affirmations as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. He carried you over to the window, and you hid your face into his chest as he opened the curtains to let in the sunshine. Your daddy smelled like wood and cinnamon and love all wrapped up in one man.
The buzzer of the washing machine went off just as Ransom and you reached the bottom of the stairs. You looked up at him with wide eyes, frightened by the sudden noise, but he comforted you once more.
“Shh baby, don’t worry,” Ransom soothed, “It's just the laundry.” He picked your blanket and pacifier up from the couch, adorning you with both. “Do you wanna help me put it all in the dryer?”
You nodded, always eager for quality time with your daddy. He carried you back down to the basement where the laundry room was. You rarely saw this part of the house as you rarely needed to, aside from laundry it was mostly used for storage and guest accommodations if the upstairs guest rooms were taken. Curiously, you gazed all around you, taking in all the aspects of this new part of your daddy’s massive house.
Ransom sat you on top of the dryer. Opening the doors of both machines, he began to take out damp clothes and hand them to you. It was your job to toss the clothes into the opening of the dryer below you. Finally, when all the clothes were loaded in, Ransom handed you a dryer sheet to put in with it all. It smelled like fresh lavender, the familiar scent of your sheets and blankets. You grinned behind your paci, so proud to be part of what made your house a home. Ransom picked you up off the dryer and set you down on the floor so you could push the door closed all by yourself, and you waved at your clothes through the clear window as they began to spin.
To pass the time while the clothes dried, Ransom made you breakfast and helped you eat it at the kitchen table. He was just wiping off your face with the corner of your bib when he heard the buzzer on the dryer. This time you weren’t scared, you knew what the sound meant.
“Is ready?” You asked with excitement.
“It sure is! Do you wanna help me organize it?” Ransom offered, happy to have his favorite little helper make the chores less boring.
Ransom removed your bib and lifted you back onto his hip. He put you back on top of the dryer and scooped all the warm, clean clothes into a hamper to take back upstairs.
“I’m sorry baby, but you gotta walk up with me.” He said with a sigh. “Daddy can’t hold you and the basket at the same time!”
But being the stubborn and spoiled little angel that you were, that wasn’t gonna happen. So Ransom carried you back upstairs, settled you into his big comfy bed, handed you a stuffy to watch you for the moment, and then retrieved the laundry on a second trip. When he got back upstairs, he dumped the warm clothes on top of you, making you giggle as the fresh laundry rained down on you in a flurry of cozy smells and soft textures. You emerged from the pile like a baby chicky from an egg. Ransom kissed your nose before starting to pick the clothes off of you one by one, folding each one as he went. One of your t-shirts, then another, a pair of his socks, and a cute little sweater of yours.
Except… he couldn’t remember buying a sweater like this for you. In fact, it looked an awful lot like one of his sweaters but smaller.
“Oh, come on!” Ransom whined, dropping the shrunken sweater on the bed with frustrated force.
“What’s wrong, daddy?” You asked.
“I’m not sure,” Ransom replied, taking out his phone and furrowing his brows as he typed.
Turns out, laundry was indeed more complicated than Ransom had assumed. If he’d been more careful, he would have known that some clothes needed special settings, or else the heat could warp the fibers and make them shrink. Thus, his favorite cream-colored cable knit sweater was now far too small for his giant frame.
It was perfect for you, however.
Thinking quickly, Ransom picked the sweater back up and held it up to you. Your eyes widened with glee. A new sweater just for you? And you’d be matching with daddy! You eagerly took the sweater out of his hands and put it on over your shirt. It fit you perfectly, the sleeves just slightly too long in the most perfectly cozy way. Wearing it felt like a constant hug from Ransom. Despite having just been washed, you could still smell him under the lavender scent. The threads of the knit were comfortably lived in, frayed around the hem from years of wear and anxious fiddling. That’s when you realized it was Ransom’s sweater all along, shrunken down to your size.
“But daddy…. It’s s’posed to be yours!” You said, looking up at him with a nervous look.
As happy as you were to be the new owner of your favorite sweater, it saddened you to think you would never see him wear it again. Your eyes started to water, mourning the vision of your daddy as you always imagined him, snuggled up in the piece of clothing he’d owned the longest and worn most often. Change was hard for you to take, and Ransom understood that.
“Hey, it's okay baby, you can have it now!” Ransom tried to cheer you up, gently wiping the tears from your face with his soft fingers.
“But I want you to have it!” You cried into the sleeves.
“It's too small for me, baby!” He laughed, a smile breaking through your sobs as you imagined Ransom squeezed into a tiny sweater. “But if you want, I can buy a new one for myself. Then we can match!”
You smiled, nodding leaning forward into his arms.
“Yeah? You like that idea?” Random asked, and you nodded again, killing two birds with one stone as you used the action to dry your tears on his shirt. “Alright baby, let's go out and buy a new sweater for daddy.”
