#mcu age regression

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Flare up

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!

Masterlist - All my work!

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.

[babyysoka]

🤍 Regressor!Yelena Belova Moodboard!! 🤍

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All pics from Pinterest!!

Little Yelena ilysm /p. I like to HC her for most ages tbh!! I could see her regressing anywhere from a young toddler (or however old she is at the start scene of black widow?) as its when she last remembers being happy, to maybe regressing to a teenager to relive the ‘teenhood’ she especially didn’t get. Either way lots of outside, lots of chasing fireflies around, colouring on quiet days, and probably lots o’ cuddles if shes feelin comfy (im projecting, shh), and most definitely a lot of mac n cheese

Wanna do some CG!Bucky n Little!Yelena soon! but gonna wait til i see thunderbolts!! Hopefully soon!! No spoilers pleeeease 🤫

Also Big Sis!Yelena and Little Sis!Kate OR VICE VERSA :3

Also i HC Alexei as being slightly confused but very supportive! And I need more Melina pls and ty marvel producers

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Also I couldnt pick one so theres a different version below the cut, only 1 pic difference though :3

[kurtismcilroy]

Does anyone have any age regressed Ant Man headcanons? I am deprived 😭🙏

If you do, feel free to leave them as a reblog or in the comments :)

[miloscozycorner]

𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬.

Caregiver!Wanda Maximoff x Regressor!Reader

• After a meltdown makes you go nonverbal, Wanda helps you communicate your big feelings together.

cw: age regression

( 1109 Words )

The fuzzy carpet felt cool on your bare legs, your oversized shirt scrunching up and resting on your upper thighs. The room had grown chilly from Wanda opening the porch door just a crack, the wind sneaking its way into the living room.

Your tears had finally dried, your chin now resting on your crossed arms. It felt silly, the meltdowns. It just got all too much. The lights, the noises. Trying to make your brain be a bigger kiddo, make the words come out right.

But Wanda understood it all, of course. She always did. When the words had started to jumble on your tongue, and when with a cry of frustration you had given up, she was quick to sit. Quick to let you squeeze her hand until it grew pale.

“Hey bubby. I got you your cards.”

Wanda’s voice drew you out of your thoughts, and you craned your neck to see her patter towards you, taking a crossed legged seat on the carpet a few steps away from you.

“Mama even added some stickers,” she added, her lips curling upwards when you let out a soft giggle. Your eyes followed the stickers on the laminated cards, a variety of animals stuck on them.

You took a moment to shuffle through the cards, before picking one to show. The word “like” was printed on it in bold letters, with a galaxy themed background. Wanda had let you help make all the cards months ago.

With a tap, you showed Wanda the card, and she tilted her head towards the sticker arrangement. “You like the stickers, munchkin?”

An enthusiastic nod.

Wanda paused, spreading the cards before glancing at you. Her playful expression died down, her face turning a bit more serious. But the softness in her eyes and the gentle tilt of her lips remained.

“Do you want to talk to mama about those big feelings you had?” Wanda suggested, glancing up at you. You took a breath in, your brows furrowing while you searched for a card.

“Yes”.

Wanda nodded, shuffling in place. “Okay little one, good job using your cards!” she praised, not missing the ways your eyes lit up from it. “Now, can you tell me what was making those big feelings overflow?” she questioned, tilting her head.

You hesitated, chewing your bottom lip before answering. “Loud”. “Light”. “Hungry”.

“And all that together made you feel not so good, bunny?” You hummed in agreement, slightly frowning. Wanda was quick to notice, adding on reassurance. “And you know that’s okay, honey. I know it can get pretty overwhelming. But mama got you a snack, and a worksheet. How would you feel about trying that?”

There was a brief pause before you gave a nod of agreement, and observed Wanda stand up, disappearing for a moment down the hallway before coming back, a slip of paper and a box of crayons in hand and a bag of Goldfish in the other.

She sat down cross-legged once more, this time beside you instead of across from you. Your shoulders relaxed, a flutter in your stomach forming when she sat.

“Do you want to sit in mama’s lap? Or, we can sit beside each other and I can help you color.” Wanda offered, waiting for you.

For a moment it seemed she almost forgot until she added on, quick to repair her mistake. “Oh goodness! I’m sorry honey. Mama almost forgot you’re not up for words today. I know big words are difficult for tiny babies! How about you hold up one finger for sitting in my lap, and two for coloring together? Is that okay, little bird?”

You gave a small smile at her remembrance, before holding up one finger. Wanda’s lips curled upwards, grinning happily at you before scooping you under your arms and adjusting you to sit on her thigh. The scent of strawberry perfume calmed your senses further, any lingering weight on your chest fading away.

She stretched her arms over to the coffee table next to you, grabbing a hard-cover book and placing the sheet on top of it, before adjusting it so it was on top of your lap.

“Now, you see all these colors? We can use these colors to fill up the cup to show how you were feeling earlier. So, blue is for sad. Green is for scared. Red is for mad. Yellow is for embarrassed. Can you do that for me, honey?”

You gave a nod, picking out the green crayon first and allowing Wanda to sneak a couple Goldfish into your mouth to chew. Your hand hesitated, hovering over the paper before filling half the cup with green.

After a moment, you added some yellow. Your grip on the crayon grew more sturdy, less shaky.

Wanda watched carefully, helping you take more bites of your snack. Then a bit of blue, finishing the cup.

The crinkling of the Goldfish bag and the scents of the newly bought crayons made a soft smile tug at your lips just ever so slightly, the fear, the anxiety, everything, slipping out of your grasp.

You looked up at Wanda for approval, giggling when she gave you a wide grin.

Wanda gave a hum of approval, setting the empty bag of Goldfish down next to her as you showed the piece to her. “Wow, bubby! You did such a good job drawing out all of those big feelings for mama,” she praised, sticking a light kiss on your forehead.

She adjusted you momentarily, her strong arms lifting you gently under your armpits, settling you on her hip. The paper was placed neatly on the coffee table by the pack of crayons, and your deck of communication cards were placed in your hand.

“Do you want to go cuddle upstairs with mama?” Wanda offered, stopping by the kitchen to throw away your bag and glancing down at you.

You flipped through your cards. “Yes.” More shuffling. “Please.”

“Oh my, such a good job using your cards, bubba!” Wanda praised, beaming down at you and running slender fingers through your hair. “Come on, let mama give you lots of snuggles tonight.”

You felt your eyes grow a bit heavier, the feeling of soft hands supporting your weight and the sound of Wanda’s gentle footsteps with the creaking wooden stairs lulling you.

“It’s okay to sleep pumpkin, mama will be here when you’re up.” You heard Wanda mumble into your ear, the comforting warmth of her breaths fanning onto your cheek.

So, you allowed yourself to slip into a comforting sleep, free from the day’s stress, held in the love Wanda always gave so freely.

[lottiesboy]

bath time, baby!!

pairing: cg!agathario x little!reader

summary: after playing in the muddy backyard, your mommies give you a well deserved bath.

tags: sfw, fluff, age regression, mama!agatha, mami!rio, baths, silly little fic :3

"you're gonna need a bath, carino." rio smirked playfully, watching you splash around in the muddy puddle you made.

it was a warmer day in westview, so rio took you out to the backyard to play with the hose and cool down. she sat in a lawn chair, watching you closely.

"no no!" you kicked your feet a little, not wanting to stop playing. "yes yes, baby. mami said so." rio got up, folding her lawn chair and letting it in the middle of the yard. "y'know mama just cleaned the house, she's not gonna want you to track all that mud in, okay?" she bent down, taking off your muddy socks. "it'll be a miracle if these will be white again." she tossed them aside.

"uppy." you wanted rio to take you in the house. “you’re gonna get mud all over mami, amor. lemme help you up.”

rio eventually got you up and helped you into the house, trying to sneak you into the house without agatha seeing you.

“riooo?” agatha called. you looked up at your mami with a smile, trying not to laugh.

“yeah?”

agatha walked into the living room from the kitchen. “can you vacuum the rug? scratchy’s hair is all over it-” agatha’s wife when wide when she saw you covered in mud. “what happened!?” agatha put her hands on her hips.

“the baby got a little carried away in the mud. help me bathe them?” rio shrugged. agatha couldn’t help but smile. “of course.”

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your mommies got you undressed, throwing your dirty clothes in the washer immediately. they made the bath extra bubbly and warm before you got in. “you wanted some toys, sweetheart?” agatha brought up your bucket of bath toys and let you pick.

“let’s get you clean, cariño.” rio started to wash your arms, getting your muddy hands and arms clean again. “you want mama to wash your hair?” agatha grabbed your shampoo. you nodded, kicking your feet excitedly under the water. you always loved when agatha washed your hair, it always made you so relaxed.

she made sure your hair was completely lathered in soap, getting every speck of mud that was caked in your hair. “aye, don’t splash, baby. lemme get under your arms.” rio watched play with your toys.

rio scrubbed under your arms, tickling you. you squealed, squirming away from the towel. rio and agatha chuckled. “hold on, sweetheart. give me the other one.” rio held your other arm up to get it all clean. “good job, you’re all clean. let mommy finish washing your hair and then we’ll play, okay?”

you nodded, letting agatha rinse your hair. “no water in my face, mama.” you squeezed your rubber duck making it quack. “i know, bunny. almost done.” she used a cup to rinse out the shampoo, making sure not to get it in your eyes.

after getting you all clean, you and your mommies played for a little while, rio putting in your favorite toy boat and watching it glide on the water. you and agatha drew pictures on the tiles with your bath crayons.

once you were done, rio lifted you out and drained the water, agatha grabbing your hooded bunny towel. “our little bunny’s all clean, huh?” agatha dried you off.

agatha and rio got you changed into some pjs, drying your hair with your towel. “mama play.” you laid your head on her shoulder.

“what do you wanna play, sweetie?”

you pointed to the backyard and agatha’s eyes went wide. “oh- no no. we can play in your nursery, hon.”

[lokidips]

it’s not always fun and games when your big brother is the king of new asgard…

[naturesapphic]

Hey, I have a request for the caregiver Wanda (and Agatha if you accept) where maybe the little reader is very sick (pneumonia or something like that) and they both don’t know what to do to help after they take the reader to the hospital?

Maybe breastfeeding included too

Pneumonia

Caregiver!wanda maximoff x little!fem!reader (caregiver/girlfriend relationship), Caregiver!agatha x Caregiver!wanda (platonic), Caregiver!agatha x little!fem!reader (platonic)

Warnings: age regression, breastfeeding/lactation, sickness

A/n: fun fact! I had pneumonia when I was 11 years old and it got so bad that I had to be taken to the ER, that and I was severely dehydrated-

Hearing the radio and the sound of the car is what lulled you to sleep, that and how exhausted you were. Your mommy was driving y’all home coming from the ER. You had a severe case of pneumonia and it seemed that day by day, it got worse which made Wanda worry immensely. Then today it was worse than ever so she took you to the ER where they hooked you up to IV’s and put a breathing mask on you to help.

You were there for a couple of hours getting fluids and medicine in you and you seemed to be doing better which made the decision of letting you go home to rest. Wanda agreed with them and loaded you up in the car but since it was a thirty minute drive home you fell asleep but you could barley breath due to how congested you were. Wanda parked the car in the driveway and carried you inside in her arms. She placed you down on the couch which woke you up, causing you to get upset. “M-mommy…” you cry out and Wanda cooed at you.

“Shhhh shhh sweet girl mommy is here.” She shushed you gently, her accent making your heart flutter. “Hurts mama…” you whine out and started a coughing fit. Wanda immediately patted your back gently and grabbed your water bottle to take little sips from. After your coughing fit she told you to lay down and rest on the couch so she can go call someone right quick. You nodded and laid down with your stuffy and turned on your favorite show. Wanda went into the kitchen and grabbed her phone to call her friend Agatha.

Wanda called and told her to bring her best herbs and medicine for her baby. Agatha agreed and told Wanda that she would be right over and hung up. Wanda went back into the living room with you and told you that auntie Agatha was coming over to help you feel better. You loved seeing auntie Agatha so you were pretty excited. The two of you waited for a bit until a knock on the door interrupted the silence besides the tv playing in the background. Wanda went and opened the door to reveal Agatha with her hands full of bags.

Wanda helped her in and took the bags from her hands so Agatha could go see you. “Hey pumpkin! How are ya?” Agatha greeted you with a massive smile. You giggled and waved at her. “Hi auntie Agatha!” You said happily which caused her to smile even wider. “I brought you some stuff to help you feel better. Is that okay?” Agatha asked and you nodded your head fast. “Wes pwease auntie Agatha. I hurts weally bads.” You pouted and she copied you making you smile a bit. “That’s okay! I’m gonna help your mama make you some special tea and some soup! Go ahead and watch your show while we do that okay sweet pea?” You nodded and she patted your head gently as she walks into the kitchen where Wanda is.

The two of them spent an hour in the kitchen making you a special tea and some soup to help. They brought the tray in the living room and found you sitting up, still watching tv with your stuffy in your arms. “Here we go babygirl. Do you need mommys help to feed you?” Wanda said sweetly and you nodded your head yes. Agatha smiled and went to grab her stuff. “Well I’m glad I can help the two of you but I must be heading off now! I’ll call and check on y’all later! Feel better sweet pea!” She said as she walked out the front door. Wanda sat beside you as she fed you your soup and helped you sip on your tea. After you finished both things, you were getting really tired again. You gently pulled on Wanda’s shirt and looked up at her with sleepy eyes that made her melt.

“Boob mama? Pwease…” you asked nicely and she smiled at you, booping your nose, making you giggle. “Of course sweet girl.” She said and removed her shirt and bra, leaving her top half bare. She put you on her lap sideways and held you in her arms as you suckled on her breast. While suckling, Wanda started humming a lullaby that made you fall asleep and Wanda smiled to herself, happy that knowing that her little baby will start to feel better soon.

A/n: thank you for the great request Anon! I hoped you enjoyed and my friend @godhatesgoodgirls is sick so I think this fic was published at the right time so :) Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all! :)

[little-hag]

Billy Maximoff / William Kaplan - MLM Pride Moodboard 💙🩵

[bckysbabydoll]

Bucky Barnes A-Z agre head cannons 🧸

A — Affection Overload

Bucky is extremely affectionate with you when you’re regressed — forehead kisses, cuddles, and warm hugs are constant.

B — Blankie Buddy

He keeps your favorite blanket folded and ready at all times. If you left it somewhere, he will literally go on a mission to find it.

C — Comfort Object Collector

Bucky loves spoiling you with plushies. He knows each one by name and talks to them like they’re your tiny guardians.

D — Disney Days

Your regression means endless rewatching of Disney classics. Bucky sings along (badly), but he always tries.

E — Emotion Translator

You don’t always have the words when little, but Bucky is amazing at reading your body language and tone. “Need cuddles?” he asks gently.

F — Favorite Snacks On Hand

He memorizes your regression snack cravings and keeps a special shelf stocked just for you. Animal crackers, juice boxes, the works.

G — Gentle Giant Mode

The Winter Soldier turns into a literal teddy bear around you. Soft voice, slow movements, and constant reassurance.

H — Hair Play

If your regression includes sensory needs, he’ll brush and braid your hair while humming softly — it calms you both.

I — “Inside Voice” Reminder

If you get overstimulated or loud, he’ll quietly say “inside voice, sweetheart” and guide you to a calm corner with your fidgets.

J — Journaling Together

He helps you keep a “tiny diary” with doodles and stickers. He writes down things you say so you can look back and smile later.

K — Keep You Safe

Regression makes you vulnerable, and Bucky takes that seriously. His protective instinct is sky-high; no one messes with his little.

L — Lullabies on Loop

He learned a few lullabies (even some in Russian) to hum or sing when you’re sleepy or upset. He doesn’t mind doing it for hours.

M — Movie Fort Architect

Blanket forts? He’s a pro. There’s fairy lights, pillows, and enough coziness to make you feel safe and warm instantly.

N — No Judgement Ever

He never laughs or makes you feel childish. Regression is part of healing, and he treats it with love and respect.

O — Overalls & Onesies

He helps you pick out comfy, age-appropriate clothes when you’re little — soft, cute, and easy to move in.

P — Playtime Partner

Bucky joins in tea parties, block towers, coloring books — all of it. He even lets you paint his metal hand sometimes.

Q — Quiet Time Rituals

He builds a daily routine with “quiet time” included — reading a book aloud, cuddling, or just sitting with soft music.

R — Routine Reminder

Helps you stick to a comforting routine when regressed — naptime, snack time, playtime. It helps you feel secure.

S — Sippy Cup Approved

Doesn’t blink an eye when you want a sippy cup. In fact, he got one with little cartoon kittens just because it reminded him of you.

T — Training Wheels on Emotions

He gently helps you name and manage big feelings, never rushing you. “You feel mad, huh? Want help breathing it out together?”

U — Unconditional Love

He makes sure you know that you’re loved and safe, no matter how small or needy you feel.

V — Very Patient

Never gets frustrated or short with you. Even when you’re clingy, fussy, or nonverbal — he’s patient, calm, and kind.

W — Weighted Blanket Expert

He knows when you need more pressure to feel grounded. He’ll wrap you in a weighted blanket and his arms like a Bucky burrito.

X — Xylophone Duets

You once wanted to make music, so he bought you a toy xylophone. Now you make “songs” together and he claps like you’re a Grammy winner.

Y — You First, Always

Whether you’re big or little, you are his top priority. He never makes you feel like your regression is a burden.

Z — Zero Shame Zone

Your safe space with Bucky is sacred. Regression, pacis, tantrums, stims — all of it is accepted, cherished, and protected.

[pinkprincesspalace]

CG! Tony Stark Moodboard!

“Okay, you all set; hot cocoa still warm? JARVIS, go ahead and just save what I was working on, I can’t come back to it tonight. On that note, pull up… whatever Peter left on last week, that’s probably good. Now, let me get you all tucked in, kid…”

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Sorry about the other request I got REALLY excited and turned trauma dump so just know I'm sorry for the tmi lol thank you for listening to me ramble (also completely unrelated you should write for Tony and strange with a little reader and little peter)

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Safe place.

A/N - So this request took so long to think of something because I just didn't know how I wanted to portray them, but I think I love this fic so much.

Stephen strange x Tony start + Little!Peter and Little!reader

Masterlist - all my work!

Warnings ⚠️ - FLUFFFFF!! and a little bit of sadness, and reference to bad childhood, but nothing extensive.

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Safe places, seen to many as the only place one can be themselves. In some cases, there's no such thing as a safe place, and some have never known the feeling of being truly safe.

You never had a safe place, for most of your life, you were on your own. The moment you knew how to make the most basic meal, your parents left you to fend for yourself basically. So when you met your caregivers, it was such an eye opening experience, for not only them, but for you too.

You had known each other for years prior to them adding you to their family with Peter, and it took a long time before you were completely comfortable letting them take care of you, but soon enough, you did.

Toddling through the room, you see Peter off in his own little corner, seeing how many webs it will take to stick all his blocks he's collected together, and your two caregivers are busy as your papa shows your dada his new tech he built.

You continue to wander through, your pacifier securely between your lips, your little blabbles muted behind it. Your little stuffie friend clutches perfectly to your chest as you climb into your play tent, where more of your friends sit, waiting for you to say hello. Your tablet lays right where you left it when your dada grabbed you for lunch just an hour earlier, ready for your little hands to come and turn on your favorite cartoon.

You grab your favorite blanket, curling into your stuffies safe embrace and safely covered by the soft fabric of your blanket. The music from the intro of your cartoon sounds through your tent, and your eyes light up with joy.

Minutes pass, and halfway through your episode, a shuffle is heard from outside your tent and then peters head peaks through.

“Cuddles?” He softly asks, his eyes begging for snuggles and human contact.

You nod and open your blanket, your normally hyper playmate, cuddled in closely to you, holding you safely in his arms, watching your show alongside you. The two of you mumble some words every now and then, up until the soft snores came from your twin flame, your soft music from your show lulling him to sleep.

Around 2 episodes after Peter falls asleep, quiet footsteps are heard outside your tent, and then a soft knock on the floor just outside the tents walls was heard, alerting your attention. You shift slightly, but not enough to wake Peter as you see your dada peeking in, checking on the two of you.

There would have been a time where a caregiver checking on you would have caused fear and you would have started to tremble, but in this case, part of you wanted to just be engulfed in his arms.

“He asleep?” Dada strange asks you. You slowly nod your head, in an attempt not to wake the boy currently under your head, soundly asleep.

Strange nods his head in a gesture to let you know to carefully climb out of your tent and come to the living room before he gets up from your tent, asking your papa to grab Peter shortly after get you out of the tent. You sit up carefully, placing your tablet back where you found it and carefully tucking your brother under your blanket before taking your stuffie and yourself out to your dada.

Once you're out of your tent you happily toddle back over to him before he protectively picks you up, kissing your forehead and holding you tightly. Your papa eventually appears with your brother wrapped in his favorite blanket, and your favorite blanket securely on your papas shoulder, ready to be given back to you.

Safety was always a concern to you, as you grew up, and even when you got to your big world, it was always a rocky apartment, or a creepy neighbor, or just the instability of the world.

But as your papa hands your blanket over to your dada, and he quickly burritos you in his arms, giving you kisses as he does, you feel a sense of safety you’ve never truly found anywhere else. Your sense of safety grows as jarvis lowers the lights and your caregivers settle you and your brother in their arms. Jarvis puts on your favorite movie, seeing as you're the little one who's awake, giving you the ability to cuddle into your dada and completely relax.

Your breathing begins to even out about a quarter of the way through the movie, as your own dream land takes over your mind. Your dada gently plays with your hair, keeping you safe and sound in his arms.

Safe Places aren't known to all, and some may never have a safe place. But you have found yours, and you knew it.

[babyysoka]

Cg!Bucky, Regressor!Yelena rambling headcanons

I still havent seen thunderbolts yet 🤫

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somethin somethin Bucky forever used to being a carer for people (for pre-serum!steve, presumably his siblings/family pre-WWII, etc) but currently without anyone to care for and feeling kinda lost; Yelena having just gotten out of the RR’s control (timeline wise with the snap it would still /feel/ fairly fresh for her i think? IIRC?) Just wanting someone to care about her - everything she said about wanting family in black widow. Bucky mourning the loss of Steve (well. Not loss i suppose but yknow) and Yelena mourning the loss of Natasha. Bonding over that and their similar pasts having their self control taken away and being used as weapons.

Idk, skip a few bits (im tired), but eventually cg!bucky and little!yelena slowly finding peace and a makeshift family together (in whatever way makes sense to you, personally i prefer close friends or brother&sister). Yelena gets someone who cares So Damn Much and Bucky finally feels needed again 🥹

….then add uncle!Sam and them finding /more/ extended family in Louisiana (that TFATWS familial happy ending sceneeee). With Torres there too obviously (him, Yelena (regardless of headspace), and sam’s nieces and nephews get into so many shenanigans)

Anywho, maybe some specific more organised HC’s soon 😁

Honestly also all this but agedre!Yelena too!! I dont see enough age dreaming content anymore :( i don’t write it (often) yet cos i’m still not 100% confident on my understanding of it vs agere, but its so wholesome

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[kurtismcilroy]

random thought occurred to me and i had to ask: how did you come across little loki? was age regression a trope/headcanon you liked from another fandom or was it pure coincidence coming across a fic?

Thanks for the ask!! :D A couple years ago before I got into Marvel, I was a big fan of Jojo's Bizarre Adventure - which is an anime for anyone not familiar. That was also around the time I discovered what age regression was and how not only could it help me, I could write fics about it!

As time passed I grew less interested in the show (although I would like to revisit it properly) and fell heavily in love with Tom Hiddleston LMAO So my love for reading and writing agere fics has now carried into this fandom :)

[ohtoseni]

baby steps

chapter one

juniper was supposed to be finishing her astrophysics thesis, not sitting in a diaper and onesie. after repeated suicide attempts, she's declared mentally unfit and placed under involuntary protective guardianship. Reclassified as a Little, she's stripped of her autonomy and forced into bottles, bedtimes, and behavioral protocols she never agreed to.

bucky always planned on taking in another Little after Steve, just not exactly one that was a brilliant, feral girl with a biting tongue and a death wish. his job is just to stabilize Juniper. but, the more she fights, the more he realizes: she's exactly the kind of mess he's not ready to let go of.

tags/warnings: suicide ideation, forced age regression/infantilism, mental health issues, angst, hurt/comfort, alcohol abuse, adhd, bipolar, human trafficking(?), dubcon, eating disorder, implied child abuse, panic attacks

In reality, a lifetime is just a blip in time, useless to the overall order of the world. Be it 20 years, 50 years, or 80 years—it ultimately means nothing. And death, while sad, isn’t the end of the world. The Earth will keep turning, and flowers will bloom where your body has been buried. In three generations or so, your name will no longer be spoken, your memory forgotten. 

Looking out at the cityscape, Juniper realized this life was never really hers. It felt borrowed. Alien. Maybe it always has been. The bustling streets of New York bored her; the constant stream of excitement did nothing but depress her. Up high on the roof of her apartment building made her feel something, at least—free of expectations, free to breathe. This life was never hers. 

She swung her Converse-clad foot off the edge of the building, keeping the other planted on the ledge next to where she sat. The world beneath her spun as she looked at the street below. An endless mob of strangers carried on with their lives, unaware that all she wanted was to die in front of their very eyes. Maybe she’d get a blurb in some newspaper or online article—‘Local Grad Student Jumps To Her Death’ or something generic like that. Then would come the obituary claiming Juniper to be a ‘kind soul’ who ‘loved with her whole heart.’ What remained of her family would throw her in some hole somewhere in Latvia, and she would ultimately be forgotten in a decade or two. 

Juniper closely watched her shoelace as it swung in time with the wind, dangling limp a hundred feet above ground. A whistle of wind rang through her ears. Serene, she closed her eyes, leaning closer to the edge—

“This really what you want?“

A woman’s voice spoke up behind her, cool and calm despite potentially witnessing Juni end her own life. The older brunette took a step closer as Juni’s head whipped around at the sudden intrusion. 

She had a kind smile, Juni thought, very nurturing and steady. It reminded her of her late mother, only the kindness felt less forced. Why would this stranger look at her like she was worth something when Juniper’s own family didn’t even think so?

“I know you’re scared. This life isn’t what you want. You feel stuck. Like it’s all too much, and somehow still not enough. I get that.” The woman somehow managed to read Juniper’s mind. Was she some sort of omnipresent being that knew her life was going nowhere? That her grad school funding got depleted? 

That she just always wanted to fucking die, ever since she was a single-digit child?

Juniper turned to look down at the street again, biting her lip as she contemplated what to do. Another set of footsteps echoed behind her. A gentle yet firm hand settled on her shoulder, silently telling her, ‘You won’t be jumping today.’

“You’re not broken, Juniper. You just need someone to hold you until the storm passes. I can help with that.”

She paused and furrowed her eyebrows. 

Juniper. 

She didn’t remember telling the woman her name, and she definitely didn’t recognize her. Slowly, she turned her head back to face the mystery figure. “How do you know my—“

A small needle hidden in the woman’s sleeve quickly lodged into the side of Juniper’s neck. Juniper could only feel a sharp sting as her eyes widened in shock. After the drug was injected, the younger woman immediately collapsed into the stranger’s arms, the world going silent and black. 

———

Bucky knew he’d never get another Little after Steve. They had been together for so many years, before and after his stint as the Winter Soldier. It had been such a calm, steady arrangement that being without it for so long left a part of him feeling empty. 

But Steve wasn’t coming back. And Bucky knew he had to move forward. 

Getting with Sam somewhat filled that hole. He hated the bastard at first, but hatefucks eventually led to a real relationship. Bucky began to look forward to the end of the day when they’d both be together in their private space in the tower, finally alone and free to just exist together in silence. 

Sam did a good job filling the romantic and sexual aspects of Bucky’s life, but that hole where Steve resided still gnawed at him. He needed a Little again. 

They applied through every channel they could—federal, state, and private. Waitlisted. Rejected. “High-risk lifestyle.” “Irregular schedule.” “Nontraditional housing.” All bullshit. Except maybe the murder part, but he had been pardoned, goddamn it. Plus, the tower had tighter security and more structure than half the registered foster centers in Manhattan. 

But the rules were the rules. And behind the rules, prejudice lingered. Private agencies didn’t even try to hide it: No Littles for queers.

All in all, gay superheroes didn’t make for good Caregivers, according to the law. 

Nevertheless, Bucky went through every mandatory training, knowing he would just be denied in the end, in hopes that it would pay off one day. He sat through the trauma-informed care training, got licensed for permanent guardianship eligibility, and did countless home studies. Did it all knowing he would be denied but still hoping. Always hoping. 

So when he got that phone call right after Sam left for DC again? The one where they finally had a match for him? Bucky immediately pulled his little bird from his business trip because they needed to get a nursery ready ASAP.

Bucky had already cleared out the spare room, just in case someday the universe let something good fall into his hands. The walls were still blank, but sunlight filled the room just right in the mornings. It was a clean and fresh starting point.

They hit the store just before closing. It was a softly lit boutique two blocks from the tower that catered to upscale nurseries and fussy Manhattan Caregivers. Bucky didn’t understand the new jargon the salespeople used—they didn’t have that Montessori shit back in his day. But it didn’t matter; they had less than twelve hours before Juniper would be there. 

“Juniper’s cute. Like a forest sprite or something.” Sam offhandedly said as they looked at various colored sheets. “Juni. Junebug. Pip. Nipsy.”

“Samuel, I swear to God, if you call her Nipsy, I’m divorcing you.”

The man shook his head with a fond smile. Bucky was a man on a mission—right now was not the time for jokes. They went down each aisle, meticulously testing the softness of each onesie and blanket to make sure it was perfect for their girl. Items were thrown into the cart with military precision. 

Sam wandered off to find the logical items—blackout curtains, a white noise machine, and a changing table—while Bucky dealt with the fun part. With how long the man had waited for this, Sam figured it best to let him have his moment, even if that did mean taking five minutes to debate on the stuffed bunny or stuffed bear. 

He had settled on both, because why not? 

The cart was ridiculous when they got to the checkout. Two carts, actually, both overflowing with clothes in sizes they weren’t sure about, pastel hairbrushes, pacifiers (just in case), sippy cups (messes weren’t Sam’s forte), diapers (definitely overkill), soft blankets, and board books about animals and feelings. Bucky made sure to include a soft baby blue blanket with clouds and ducks. He wasn’t sure why; it just looked like something a scared girl would want to hide under. 

Sam threw in a bubble machine. “For the bathtub,” he said, not even trying to justify it. 

They moved on instinct, half-planning and half-praying. Every item was a guess. But every guess was made with care. 

Bucky’s hands shook as they exited the boutique, loading the big boxes into Sam’s truck. 

“Hey.” Sam bumped his shoulder. “She’s gonna hate this place. And us. But maybe in a couple of weeks… she’ll like the bunny. Or the blanket. That’s where we start.”

All Bucky could do was nod, too lost in thought to fully comprehend what Sam had said. He thought about Steve. How he’d brush the hair out of his eyes after a nightmare, listening to whispered apologies that Bucky would softly shush away. The way Steve’s eyes would get wider and brighter whenever they got home from a particularly rough mission, fully relaxing into him with his thumb in his mouth. 

But this wasn’t Steve. This was Juniper. 

And she wasn’t going to be calm or grateful. She wasn’t going to smile and say thank you, Daddy. She was coming, drugged and screaming for autonomy. There probably was a 30% chance she’d try to run the second the doors opened. She was a risk; that’s what the social worker said. 

“High emotional volatility”

“Disruptive behavior”

“Persistent suicidal ideation”

“Unresponsive to traditional psychiatric care”

The words burned into Bucky’s head. He could still hear the clipped tone of the case manager as she rattled off the facts as if Juniper were just another problem to solve or another file to close. 

But she wasn’t just a file—she was a girl. A hurting, feral, beautiful little mess of a girl. 

Nevertheless, Bucky continued solely on the dream of a potential future; he dreamed about the first time she’d toddle into the kitchen and ask for juice, dreamed about her curled up on his lap with her thumb in her mouth, dreamed about braiding her hair and laying her down for a nap and watching her finally feel safe. 

Even if none of it happened and the only thing she did was scream and cry and call him names, Bucky would still try. He’d still show up and keep her safe. 

Maybe one day she wouldn’t hate him.

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The intake room was a muted pastel purple with soft toys and a beanbag chair. A girl sat in the far corner, away from it all, her head resting on her knees to try and hide herself from this new world. 

She was an astrophysicist, for God’s sake. She should be working on her grad school thesis about finding dark matter utilizing gamma rays. Instead, she sat in a corner wearing a onesie and a diaper. 

They didn’t know that, though—the people who turned her into this. They just knew she was some depressed, suicidal woman who couldn’t “take care of herself anymore.” Whenever Juni asked a question—“Why are you doing this?”—they would just respond with the generic, “Because you deserve to feel safe.”

Whatever that meant. 

Outside of the room, Sam and Bucky watched Juniper fidget with the mittens on her hands as she hugged her legs tightly to her chest. The window acted as a two-way mirror, allowing them to watch Juniper just naturally exist. 

“Whenever you two are ready, we can go in.” The social worker stood off to the side near the door, silently telling them to get moving, while Juni was quiet and docile. She had told them stories of how Juniper, after coming out of the drug-induced haze, went from fighting the nurses to biting her case manager. Juniper kept pulling her diaper off, resulting in her onesie being clasped on the outside of her leggings, preventing her from digging in and ripping it off. 

“She’s feisty,” they had said with a smile, though Bucky could tell they obviously wanted her off their hands as soon as possible. 

Bucky looked at Sam for some sort of reassurance that this was the right time and that they weren’t going to royally fuck this up. The other man solemnly nodded, grabbing Bucky’s hand to hold with a tight squeeze. Once he made eye contact with the social worker, he gave a quiet ‘okay’ to let them finally meet their new baby. 

The door opened quietly, but Juniper’s head still shot up at the sudden movement in the room. Her eyes widened as the two men took a slow, calculated step into the room. Their smiles faltered ever so slightly, obviously fake and forced. Juniper’s fearful stare turned into a warning glare as the one with long hair took an extra two steps closer to her, kneeling on the floor in front of her. 

“Hey, Junebug,” he spoke softly, his voice a low rumble. Juniper flinched at the nickname. She didn’t like how it left his lips like a hopeful prayer. “My name is Bucky.”

When Juni didn’t take the initiative to talk and settled on just glaring at the floor between them, Bucky reached into his jacket pocket for a reinforcement. The little stuffed bunny rested heavily in his hand, its bottom weighted down with beads for comfort. 

Juniper flicked her eyes up at the sudden offering. She glared at the toy as she folded in on herself more. “‘M not a kid.”

“I know,” Bucky said, his voice low but kind, only meant for the two of them. “I just thought you might like a friend.”

He set the rabbit down in front of her, its head tilting from its new center of gravity. The girl looked at it for a moment before reaching a sock-clad foot out to tap it with her toe. 

Bucky smiled at the sight of Juniper not entirely shutting down his idea. He leaned back on his heels, giving her space to decide what she wanted to do. 

A murmur behind him caught his attention—the social worker spoke softly to Sam. “We had to sedate her with Haldol and Ativan. That’s why your boyfriend doesn’t have a black eye already.”

The girl overheard the negative commentary, shrinking back in on herself in shame. She didn’t mean to hurt people—she was just scared and not wanting to be seen like this. Gloved hands wrapped tighter around her knees like a safety blanket. 

“Would you like to get out of here? Or wait a little while?” Bucky offered, not wanting Juniper to be around such a shitty social worker any longer. 

Juniper’s head shot up at his words, eyes lighting up with the slightest bit of hope. “You’re taking me home?” She asked. “I can go home now?”

Immediately, Bucky realized his mistake. He backtracked. “No, not your old home, sweetheart. Your new one. With me and Sam.”

Her mouth fell ajar as the hopeful color faded from her face. She was quiet and avoidant again, and any progress they may have made was long gone now. Bucky turned to his partner in hopes that he would know exactly what to do next. 

“We have snacks for you in the car,” Sam said, uncrossing his arms and bending down to be eye-level with Juni. “Crackers and apple juice. Not much, but the cheese crackers are pretty yummy.”

She did not attempt to move on her own, only staring at Sam like he had offended her very existence. Her nose crinkled in disgust as she eyed him up and down. 

“I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“Nope,” Sam said with a smile. “But you can choose the music in the car. Hope you have good taste.”

Bucky stood up, grabbing the bunny to put back in his jacket pocket. He reached a hand out to help Juniper up. She stared at it for a minute, eyes narrowing with distrust. 

She didn’t move.

“Come on,” he said, keeping his voice quiet and careful. “Let’s get you off the floor.”

Juniper shook her head sharply and fast, almost hard enough to give herself whiplash. “No. No, I—I’m not leaving.”

The social worker rolled her eyes in annoyance, shifting her weight to the other foot. “You don’t have a choice, sweetheart.”

Her eyes snapped to the social worker with a glare. “Do not call me that.” Her voice came out low, something feral curling under it. It was sharp enough that it made Bucky straighten up more.

“Sweetheart,” the woman repeated sarcastically, using the word again just to assert dominance against the girl. “You’re making this a lot harder than it needs to be.”

Juniper lunged with a snarl. Not too swift, since her limbs still felt half-dead from the sedative, but enough to make the woman recoil. Her hand flew to her chest in mocking disbelief, as if she didn’t expect Juni to fight back.

She spent the past weekend fighting everyone in her sight, hence the use of drugs.

Sam moved first, quickly grabbing Juni’s arm as he stepped between the two women—a clear, silent boundary between their rift. “Okay,” he said to no one in particular. “We’re done with the peanut gallery.”

The woman scoffed and muttered under her breath, stepping out of the room. 

Sam felt Juniper roughly tear her arm away from his touch, backing herself into a corner like a scared wild animal.

“Don’t touch me!” Juniper spat, voice cracking at the edges. Bracing herself against the wall with shaking arms, she looked as if she’d claw straight through the drywall just to get away from them.

Bucky remained still, not wanting to alarm the girl any further. “Okay,” he said gently, raising both hands like she was an unpinned bomb. “No one’s going to touch you unless they have to.”

Sam shot him a brief look, silently asking if his partner was doing okay. Bucky nodded once. 

Juniper’s breathing was fast and uneven as her knees buckled. The sedatives were wearing off too quickly for her mind to adjust. 

“This isn’t legal,” she whispered to herself to try and make sense of the situation. “You can’t just take people like this. I have rights.”

“You’re not being arrested,” Bucky said.

“Then why the fuck are you here?”

The room grew silent as Bucky looked for an answer Juni would accept. There really wasn’t one.

“Because you’re a danger to yourself and others,” Sam spoke up bluntly after mulling over his thoughts. “You’re too volatile to properly care for yourself.”

Juniper glared at the man, raising her head to try and regain power. “I’m not one of those freak adult babies. You can’t do this.”

She was partially right, Bucky thought. She wasn’t an actual Little, just one de jure. The law put her under the same protections as one due to her poor mental health, essentially classifying her as a Little under the law. But Bucky wasn’t going to be the one that told her that. 

Juniper kept her jaw locked tight as she sharply breathed through her nose. Her frustration and anger were palpable in the room. Bucky didn’t move forward, crouch, or lecture. He just let her have the silence. 

“You think I’m broken?” Juniper finally spoke, her voice brittle and raw with emotion. “So broken I can’t even be allowed to be an adult?”

“No,” Bucky quickly shut her negative self-talk down. “I think you’re in pain. And you need help.”

Her laugh was cold, not quite believing the man. “You think pain makes you a Little now?”

“No,” he repeated. “But hurting bad enough that you want out of this world—that’s something else.”

“I never said that.” Juniper’s facade began to crack, growing less cocky and more panicked. “Who told you that?”

No one responded to her question. They didn’t want to admit they already read her file twice over and knew about the multiple suicide attempts and hospital stays. Not while she looked ready to scream, cry, or bolt—or possibly all three at the same time. 

“I’m not some toddler who needs a bottle and a playpen,” she spat. 

“Okay,” Bucky said softly. He wanted to appease her to calm her down. The last thing he needed was to carry her screaming and crying out of the clinic. 

Juniper blinked, unsure of how to proceed. Despite his words, he didn’t look as dismissive as his tone sounded. Bucky looked at her as if he were trying to tame a bear, calming an impossible storm. 

“No onesies. No diapers.” Juniper looked between Sam and Bucky, searching for where the boundary was with her demands. “I want my clothes back.”

“We can do that,” Sam said, taking a step closer until Bucky held a hand out to stop him. “We can do that as long as you come with us. Preferably on your own accord.”

Still as skittish as a feral cat, Juniper looked at Bucky with wide eyes. The man just nodded along, reaching out a hand for her to take. “We can get you redressed at home. For now, just come with us. You’re safe, I promise.”

It was like speaking to a small child already, Bucky thought. The scared, wide-eyed look on her face as she tried so hard to maintain her autonomy made her look even younger, already ready for her new role. Her gaze fell to her feet, a little blush rising to her face. 

“… and I want the bunny.”

Bucky smiled softly at her demand. He reached back into his coat pocket, retrieving the small brown bunny for his scared little girl. Before he could fully extend his hand out for her to take it, Juniper swiped the plushie from his grasp, holding it securely to her chest. 

She studied it for a second, the thick gloves preventing her from properly touching and cuddling it. One hand reached back out toward Bucky, silently asking him to undo the tie on the glove. He did as asked, even untying her other hand without having to ask. Once free, Juniper properly felt the fluff on the rabbit’s ears as her fingers fidgeted with the fabric. 

As she made her way toward the door, Bucky couldn’t help but shake his head at how perfectly Juni played her role already. While she’d never admit it aloud, Bucky knew that this was what was best for her—what she needed. 

Juniper remained quiet while Bucky signed her out. She stood away from him and Sam, giving them untrusting looks as she tried to analyze their intentions. The men kept sweet against her sourness. They smiled softly at her furrowed brows, not punishing or correcting her when she glared. 

The outside air was a cold and bright slap to the face compared to the stuffy, dark intake center. Everything around her felt too loud and fast. Juniper huddled deeper into herself, tucking the bunny between her chest and arms to stabilize herself. 

Sam opened the back door of the truck for her. Her eyes flickered up into the vehicle only to be met with absolute horror. 

It was a fucking car seat. 

Not just a booster or some discreet harness setup, but a full-sized, five-point harness car seat in a pale mint green with little lambs printed on the cushions. 

Juniper froze. Her throat closed up as her face turned red. “You’re kidding me.” Her voice was flat and dangerous. 

Sam’s expression didn’t change, but he stepped back slightly from the open door to give the girl some space. “It’s for safety.”

“No,” she snapped. “Fuck no. It’s for control and humiliation. You think I don’t see what this is?”

Bucky walked up from the other side of the truck after throwing her backpack next to the car seat. He kept his voice gentle and even. “We didn’t pick it to punish you, Juni. It’s a legal requirement. Your classification requires—”

“I’m not a fucking toddler!” She screamed, startling a nearby pedestrian. She stomped her foot petulantly, making Sam and Bucky doubt the validity of her previous statement. “I’m a human being! I went to Columbia! I’m in grad school!”

“You were,” Sam murmured under his breath before he could stop himself. 

Juniper whipped her head toward him. “The fuck did you just say to me?”

Sam, however, didn’t take it back; he just looked tired. “I said you were in grad school. That was before you tried to walk off a building, before your file said you needed protective guardianship.”

“Shut up!” She shrieked as she stumbled backwards. 

Bucky, having grown tired of the screaming, grabbed Juniper by her underarms and lifted her up into the backseat. Her limbs flailed as she tried to hit and kick her way out, but Bucky easily overpowered her. Frustrated tears pooled in her eyes as she dug her nails into Bucky’s jacket to prevent him from buckling her into the harness. 

“Let me go!” Juniper shrieked again, her voice sharp with fury. “You can’t do this!”

Bucky grunted as her knee caught the edge of his ribs. “I have to do this, Juni,” he said through clenched teeth. “I don’t want to, but you’re not listening.”

“I said let me go!” Her fists thudded against his chest with weak yet frantic energy. She fought like she was drowning—clumsy yet desperate. Her nails scraped against his left arm with a shrill screech of nails-on-metal that made her flinch. 

“You’re safe,” Bucky muttered, trying to keep his grip firm but not punishing. He pinned her flailing limbs long enough to slide the harness over her shoulders. “You’re safe. I’ve got you, babygirl.”

“You’re lying—stop it—stop it!” Juniper sobbed, unable to calm down and breathe. Her body kept twisting in the seat, bucking and straining as he clicked the final strap into place. 

“Breathe, Juni,” Sam said quietly from the driver’s seat, watching from the rearview window. “Just breathe. You’re okay.”

“I hate you—I hate you!” She hissed out pure venom as her voice cracked. Finally folding in on herself, she broke into choked sobs mid-scream. “I don’t—I don’t want this!” 

Bucky carefully closed the door, making sure her hands or feet wouldn’t be crushed in its closure. He stood outside for a moment to catch his breath. Not once did he feel triumphant, only tired and hollow. 

“Sam,” he said under his breath as he climbed into the passenger seat. “I think we need to call her doctor again. She’s not stabilizing.”

“Let’s get her home first,” Sam compromised with his boyfriend, not entirely believing her stress to be a medical issue. “Then we can figure out if she needs more medical support.” 

Juniper didn’t hear them over her sharp and erratic breathing. Tear tracks ran down her face as she desperately tried to unclasp the harness with trembling hands. 

Then, after one last ear-piercing scream, her body sagged against the minty cushions of the car seat. She still cried silently, feeling lost and exhausted. Her forehead rested against the bunny plush in her lap, letting it absorb every awful thing she felt in her body. 

Bucky turned around and gently pulled the hood of her onesie over her head to shield her eyes from the sunlight. Juniper didn’t bother to fight against it anymore. 

[lottiesboy]

cg! agatha harkness reassuring you after you have an accident

note: i mis mama agatha,,, so so much :((( ugh its so painful like that’s literally my mom I NEED MY MAMAAA :[ i didnt know what to name this so :c also merry christmas eve to everyone that celebrates !!! :3

tags: sfw, fluff, age regression, mama! agatha, accidental wetting, bathtime, pacis, diapers

agatha told you to never go to the bathroom at the last minute. well, you did, resulting in you having an accident on yourself. you tried to run upstairs to change, but agatha caught a flash of you in the corner of her eye. “baby, you okay? did you go potty?” she saw you in the hallway.

“go ‘way.” you whined, using your shirt to cover the wet spot on your pants. “what’s wrong, bunny?” agatha came over to you, looking you all over to see what was wrong. she frowned when she saw your wet clothes. “oh sweetie, did you have an accident?”

she didn’t want you to be scared, trying her best to keep you calm. you were already crying, shaking with fear because you thought agatha was going to be mad at you.

“don’t be mad, mama.” you sniffled. agatha exhaled, caressing your cheek. “why would mama be mad, sweetheart? accidents happen. you're only little, baby.” you were still crying a little, avoiding eye contact with agatha. “oh baby… hold mama’s hand, c’mon.” agatha led you to the bathroom.

she took off your wet shorts, shirt, and your big kid underwear before helping you in the bathtub. she put them in the washing machine, coming back to you rather quickly. agatha tried to get you cheered up, coaxing you to play with your bath toys. but you stared down at the soapy water, tears still streaming down your face.

“bunny.. y’know mama’s not mad at you, right?” agatha wiped your tears, rubbing your soapy back. "but... you gonna put diaper on me. didn't mean to." you sniffled. agatha sighed. "i know you didn't, sweetheart. mama knows." agatha rinsed you off, draining the bath. she helped you out and gave you your hooded towel.

"shh.. let's get you changed, baby." she picked you up and walked to the nursery and laid you down on the changing table. agatha grabbed a diaper for you, along with some baby powder and baby lotion. "mama's gonna change you real quick, okay?"

you whined, chewing on the corner of your towel. "oh, i know!!!" she cooed in a baby voice. "fussy baby. you want your rattle?" agatha gasped playfully, shaking your rattle in front of your face to calm you down. "good baby." she gave you the toy and smiled, unfolding the diaper and putting it under your bottom. agatha knew you were slipping younger by the way you were cooing and chewing on the rattle. "oh yeah? are you talking to mama?" she powdered you before taping the diaper up, pointing out the characters on your diaper.

"good job, baby! such a good job." agatha kissed your tummy, making you giggle. "hold on, sweetie. can mama put some lotion on you?" she sat you up, pumping some lotion on her hand and rubbing it into your chest. she got your legs, arms and face as well, before grabbing a onesie out of your closet and put it on you, snapping the buttons below.

"aww, there's my sweet baby." agatha put you on your hip. "you're all protected by your diaper, huh? and you smell so good, like a cute little baby, yeah. mama could just eat you up." she kissed your cheek and neck with a playful growl, making you squeal and giggle. "no tickle, mama!"

"aww, why not? mama loves your giggle so much." she repeated her silly action, making you laugh even more. "i love you, bunny." agatha rubbed your back, feeling you snuggle into the crook of her neck. "love too, mama." you blushed, feeling super tiny and loved.

[lokidips]

little loki in dresses (the oversized hoodie counts to her) <3 bonus: thor buys them for her.