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How to regress (AGERE)?

🧸 1. Create a Safe Space

Find a private, quiet, and comfortable place.

Use soft lighting, cozy blankets, and items that feel safe.

If you have a caregiver (CG), let them know you're regressing. (If possible! some littles may be nonverbal <3)

🎨 2. Gather Comfort Items (Optional but Helpful)

Stuffies/plushies

Blankets or pacifiers

Sippy cups or bottles

Snacks (like applesauce, juice boxes, goldfish crackers)

Toys, coloring books, or sensory items

🎧 3. Choose Comforting Activities

Watch cartoons or kids’ movies

Color or play with toys

Listen to lullabies or soft music

Nap or cuddle with a stuffed animal

Use kids' apps or games

Talk in a childlike voice if it helps

🫧 4. Let Go of Adult Worries

Try to mentally "put away" responsibilities

Use affirmations like: "I am safe." "I don’t have to worry right now." "It’s okay to be small."

🛑 5. Set Limits

Set a timer if you have things to do later

Avoid regressing in unsafe or inappropriate environments

Practice self-care after regressing — drink water, reflect gently, and ease back into your usual mindset

Optional: Journaling or Memory Triggers

Some find it helpful to keep a regression journal or make a playlist of comforting songs, shows, or smells that help trigger the regressed mindset.

⚠️ Important Notes

Please keep an eye on yourself; keep safe when regressing.

Remind yourself: “It’s okay to need comfort.” There’s no shame in wanting to feel little or cared for.

You don’t have to “act like a child” — regression is about your internal experience, not outward behavior.

Everyone's regression looks different; there is no wrong or right way to regress.

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Hi!! I love your story’s and am always looking for little and daddy Bucky story’s!! I was wondering if you could do insecure reader who’s bigger. She has bigger thighs a bigger tummy and face. Could you do reader is scared to sit on buckys lap or for him to pick her up and carry her around the house. She’s too scared she’s heavy and will crush him and his legs. or that he will drop her because she’s too big. She also never cuddles and sleeps with him in his room always sleeping in her room after he puts her to bed because she’s scared about her breathing or how she sleeps.

Bucky gets her to tell him why and then comfort. Just fluff fluff fluff. If your not comfortable writing this I totally understand!!! If you do could you ad paci use? Thank you!!! Sorry for the rambling…

Strongest Man Alive

Bucky Barnes x Plus Sized!Little!Reader (She/Her Pronouns Used)

Notes - This is not my best work, and has been in my drafts for MONTHS, it's something cute, and a little angsty at the beginning, but it does get super fluffy at the end. It's a little bit different than my usual writting style, so I apologize for that, but I do hope you like it and if not I'm so sorry! I hope I did this ask justice, and I hope everyone is having a good week!!! <3

Warnings - Talks of reader being self conscious for being 'bigger', kept very vague as she uses the words "heavy" and "squishy" to describe her body type instead of more concrete descriptions, the use of a pacifier is very brief as it's something I'm not used to writing, though I would be willing to continue, mentions of reader eating food "snacks" and "sandwich" though never specified, FLUFF at the end, but there is a moment of angst, I DON'T KNOW IF THIS IS A COHEARANT STORY, it's from the drafts and I gave it a once over and I think it's 'good enough' so I apologize if it's terrible <3

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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Y/n often spent their time at the Avengers tower sitting, standing, lingering around Bucky Barnes. It wasn't on purpose, the man just seemed to be the other half of some magnet imbedded deep in Y/n's heart. He just had some ability to pull her towards him.

Maybe it was the way he cut her sandwiches into perfect triangles, or the way his hand always found hers when she got scared. Maybe it was the way he seemed to be reserved around anyone but her that made her feel so connected to him.

He never sulked but always seemed to walk around with a frown stuck on his face, only ever changing it to a smile when she walked by his office or stopped by his room.

As much as Y/n felt like she was pulled to him, Bucky felt it multiplied by 100. His hands always aching to hold hers, his chest always feeling heavy when he began to think about her needing something and him not being around to help her.

The whole tower knew about Y/n's regression. Wanda and Peter often joined in, hanging out in little space and colouring in books Tony had provided, watching whatever new animated movie had just come out and sleeping over in makeshift tents in the living room.

Often other Avengers would help supervise activities, Steve loved playing action fighters in the common areas, Nat loved cuddle puddle on the couch, and Thor was always ready for a park day. Bucky on the other hand liked to stay in the shadows, buying stickers for the group of littles, making them lunch and dropping it off.

Bucky only stuck around if Y/n asked him to hang out with her. "Bucky can you hold my hand?" She had asked him when at the park, he of course grabbed her hand and helped her up the jungle gym.

"Bucky can you open this please?" She had whispered during a movie, her baggie full of snacks too difficult to manage on her own. He opened the baggie and held it in his own grasp, handing her a piece of candy anytime she had finished the previous one.

"Bucky will you colour with me?" She had yelled her ask one day when he was passing by the kitchen, Y/n sat at the island with markers scattered across the marble. He silently sat down and diligently coloured the page she had given him, helping her chase markers that had fallen.

He knew she was comfortable asking for what she wanted, and he knew she wasn't afraid of him ... so, it made his chest tighten every time she asked him to grab something from the top shelf instead of asking to be lifted like Wanda and Peter often asked.

He also felt off every time a little would come running out of their room after a nightmare, rushing into someone's room for a cuddle, yet Y/n's door never opened and neither did his.

Bucky was sure it was his fault she didn't seek him out for cuddles, he thought he had done something wrong when she never asked for a hug. Was it his arm? Was she scared he would turn on her? He couldn't figure it out.

That is until he realised she never asked anyone for a cuddle, or a hug. Nat, Wanda, and Peter would be all comfy on the couch and Y/n would be sat on the chair, a small frown on her face yet she never tried to find a spot next to her friends. And when she scraped her knee on the playground she declined Thor's offer of a "healing" hug.

"Y/n?" His voice was quiet but direct as he called out into the playroom, Y/n sat on the softly coloured rug, her stuffed animals scattered about.

"Hi Bucky!" She smiled, her pacifier tumbling out of her mouth and onto the ground.

"Hi." He sat down across from her, quickly pocketing the fallen pacifier before sought out the, now, dirty thing. "What are you playing?" His hands brushed a stuffed teddy, Y/n tilting her head in confusion as she looked around her.

"'m just dressen 'm up." She smiled at him, grabbing a stuffed unicorn and brushing it's fur back into place, shuffling closer to Bucky as she gathered a few other stuffed animals.

The moment her knees hit his she shifted back, so Bucky shifted his towards her again. Like clockwork she moved and left a small gap between them. "Y/n?"

"Mhm." She looked back at him, her smile one he could easily read through.

"Am I scary?" He asked calmly, not once loosing eye contact as she shook her head 'no'. "Do I smell?" He asked, this time with a laugh.

"No!" She giggled.

"Then why do you run every time I touch you." Instead of answering she bowed her head, hands running over the stuffed animal anxiously. "Why don't you hug Wanda or Peter?" He was worried that all the questions would make her want to run, but as she huffed and leaned into his space slightly he continued. "I know Thor was pretty sad when you declined his hug the other day." That one wasn't a lie, the man had gone on a rant about how he thought he had done something wrong, how he was sure Y/n hated him.

"I jus', I don' want them t' be mad." She admitted, huffing at the end of her sentence. "'m jus', 'm heavy, an' squishy. Wanda and Pete aren't heavy an' squishy." She admitted, eyes locked on the wall, the stuffed unicorn held a little closer to her body.

"What do you mean Baby?" Bucky asked, confused as to what she was alluding to.

"It's harder t' pick me up." She finally looked back at him, tears beginning to gather along her waterline. "And cuddling wif me wouldn' be th' same." She shrugged, trying to play it off like she wasn't bothered by her own words.

The tightness in Bucky's chest didn't ease up with his answer, his worry only growing. He had hoped it was an easy thing to fix, yet knowing Y/n didn't hug her friends, or him, because she felt too big made him hurt. "Baby," He began, not giving Y/n a second to doubt him, he picked her up and sat her in his lap. "you aren't 'too heavy' to pick up." He hated how quickly she curled into his chest, how clear it was that she was missing human connection. "I'm the strongest man alive, and you saying that you're too heavy is going to bruise my ego a bit, Baby." They both laughed, a few of Y/n's tears hitting the fabric of Bucky's shirt.

"I thought Steve was th' strongest man alive?"

"I let him win when we arm wrestle." Bucky admitted, causing Y/n to break out into a fit of giggles.

"'m gonna tell him!" She stood up, bolting for the door.

"Oh no you don't!" Bucky ran after her, lifting her off her feet in the middle of the hallway, Y/n pausing with a gasp, bracing for the two of them to fall, yet laughing along with Bucky as jostled her around, threatening to take her new colouring page off the fridge if she told anyone his secret.

After a pinky promise and some juice Y/n began to trust Bucky a little bit more. She let him pick her up at the playground, and gave him a hug before bed every night. She still worried her hugs were 'bad', that maybe no one would want to hug her because she wasn't 'little' but Bucky never once complained, instead asking for hugs in the morning too.

It took her a while to truly trust that Bucky wasn't lying when he said his back didn't hurt after picking her up, but eventually she became comfortable enough to run and jump into his arms, something she had always dreamed of doing.

It wasn't until a month later that Bucky woke up at 4 am to the sound of Y/n's hurried footsteps rushing to his door. Light creeping in from the opened door she didn't close as she ran to his bed. The sound of soft cries and whispers of "Nightmare" filling the usually quiet space.

Instead of letting her think too much about how she 'should' be cuddling, Bucky just scooped her up and tucked her into his bed, letting her know he'd protect her, and her stuffed animal. He liked having her in his room, it made him feel at ease knowing she was close.

After a few months of staying in Bucky's room, Y/n began to get out of her shell a bit more, hugging Wanda and Peter, and eventually accepting Thor's 'healing' hugs. She finally joined in during the weekly cuddle puddle, laughing along side Nat and her friends as they all got cozy on the couch. And for the first time ever she let someone else, the second strongest man alive, Steve Rogers pick her up. A pride filled movement the man would never forget.

Even though it took her a little longer than everyone else to be comfortable hugging and snuggling, she was happy to finally be apart of the group in ways she wasn't before. Bucky, the man who still often stayed in the shadows, helping from a distance, couldn't help but feel a little lighter every time he saw his girl get over her worries, knowing if anything got to be 'too much' she'd come running to him.

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I wish I had a cg (*´-`)

Someone to hold me, make me food, play wif me, is lonely bein small alone all da time ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

I jus wan be babied…

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I’m back yall and I plan on posting more on here {mayyyyybe some fics sooon （＾ω＾）}

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♡ abby

missin’ mama

scary movies

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sheepies

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♡ ellie & dina

cookies

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Bringing back one of my favorite fic series I’ve ever read on this app ♡

Cafe BigNSmall - Bucky Barnes (Chapter One)

The Blue Crayon

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Little!Reader

SFW - this fic is completely SFW and clean, please dont interact if you have dark intentions and please dont comment mean things. This fic is for those, like myself, that regresses to heal their younger self or because its a safe coping mechanism.

Summary - Reader breaks a crayon and turns to Bucky for help (1.2k)

Warnings - some tears, broken crayons, mainly just fluff

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Bucky spent his mornings in a cafe, in the same seat that was placed near a window, lots of light always graced his table and plants thrived in pots that sat on the windowsill next to him. The cafe wasn't just any cafe, it was a cafe for caregivers and littles, a place that was safe for both parties, giving an escape from the harsh world. Bucky used to come here before the war, he was surprised but grateful that the cafe was still around.

Maybe it was foolish but he always came to the cafe in the hopes that a little would walk through the doors and find a home in his arms. He was a natural caregiver and longed for a little. Though he hoped a little would find their way to him he never thought it was a possibility, that was until y/n came in one day.

She always wore overalls or leggings, her outfits always included her beloved green backpack that held a stuffed animal and many coloring books. She would walk in and order a water and a cake pop, always picking whichever flavor had sprinkles on it. Once she got her order she would sit at the table behind Bucky, their booth seats touched and he could always hear her humming from behind him.

He watched her for weeks, trying to gain the courage to talk to her, ask her her favorite colors, maybe get to know her, but he never did. Sometimes they were the only ones in the cafe, Bucky longed to see her as she coloured, maybe even help her. He didn't know how to approach her so he never did, he stuck to reading his book in his booth with his coffee and sandwich, waiting for the day he would finally go talk to her.

“Um, mr?” A small voice spoke from his right. Bucky looked up and saw her, she wore overalls and a green long sleeve, her hair in disarray.

Bucky sat stunned, he couldn’t believe that she was actually standing in front of him, she seemed even more beautiful up close. Though once he snapped out of his state of shock he noticed a few tears were running down her face. “Hi, what’s wrong?” he cooed.

Bucky sat stunned, he couldn’t believe that she was actually standing in front of him, she seemed even more beautiful up close. Though once he snapped out of his state of shock he noticed a few tears were running down her face. “Hi, what’s wrong?” he cooed.

“My crayon’s broken” she mumbled, her lower lip wobbling “the nice lady at the desk said you might have some crayons” her voice now barely above a whisper.

Bucky smiled, this was the exact reason he Carried crayons in his bag, along with other supplies one might need. “I do, what color do you need bub?”

The moment the nickname left his mouth a small grin graced her face, the tears now dry on her face, he could tell she felt more at ease than she did a minute ago. “Blue” she mumbled, her voice was quiet and Bucky could tell she was naturally shy.

Bucky pulled out his package of crayons, he had a 90 pack, he wanted to impress any little he may come by and he thought that this was an easy way to make a good first impression. The girl's eyes lit up as Bucky put the crayon box on his table, her hands began to fiddle with the pant legs on her overalls, she was clearly excited.

“What blue do you want?” Bucky’s voice was low and had a steady tone, wanting to keep her relaxed and not scare her by being loud.

Before Bucky could give her a crayon she walked back to her table and grabbed her crayon box, walking back to Bucky’s table she held out her left hand, a broken blue crayon sat in her hand and Bucky gently picked it up. Her right hand held a clearly well used 16 crayon box, a white sticker that read ‘y/n’ was stuck on the front of it.

“Y/n?” Bucky said, getting the girl's attention once again, she blushed as she looked at him, his blue eyes giving her a sense of comfort “why don't you grab your backpack and sit at my table? Then you can use all of my crayons!” Bucky hoped that his offer would intrigue her, so she once again ran off to her table.

For a split second Bucky was ready for her to leave the cafe, maybe he scared her off, but just a minute later she put her bag on the seat in front of him and slid in after it. She placed a my little pony coloring book on the table and looked up at Bucky, she played with her hands anxiously in her lap.

“Do you have pink in the box?” Y/n asked, dried tears could still be seen on her face but she seemed at ease, her legs swinging under the table and her eyes bright.

“I do” bucky chuckled, he opened the crayon box and turned it towards her, y/n’s hands instantly pulled it closer, she was completely in her element, her eyes scanning the box and a large smile on her face.

She picked out a few crayons and opened her book, Bucky could tell she loved coloring, almost all of the pages were full of color. She finally found a page that hadn’t been used and ripped it out, she slid the page across the table to Bucky and looked at him with doe eyes, “thank you”

“Thank you for the crayons” she chirped back. She took a few seconds to find another blank page but once she did she got right to work filling every space possible with color.

Minutes passed and the two sat in silence, Bucky felt at home, like this is where he was meant to be, coloring with a sweet girl who clearly felt comfortable around him. She straightened her back abruptly to take a good look at her finished coloring page, Bucky looked over and smiled, she almost kept the colors in the lines.

“That looks beautiful y/n” Bucky praised the girl, she smiled at him and began to flip through the pages to find another coloring page.

The two sat together, y/n humming along to some made up song every once in a while, until an alarm rang, her phone sat in her bag as the alarm continued to go off. She eventually fished it out and turned it off, “I have to go home now” she was clearly sad “will you” she paused and began to play with her fingers, “are you here tomorrow?” She asked, her voice once again barley above a whisper.

“Will you be here tomorrow?” Bucky asked, she nodded her head and smiled, “then of course i'll be here tomorrow” the two of them smiled as they held eye contact.

Y/n began to pack her things up, putting away the crayons back in the box, “can you bring these too?” She pointed at the box of crayons.

“Why don't you keep them? You can bring them back tomorrow if you would like” Bucky slid the box of crayons closer to her.

“Borrow them?” She mumbled

“Why don't you keep them? I’m sure you can take better care of them than i can”

Before she could even think of arguing Bucky sent her a look, she knew not to argue and placed them in her bag, whispering a ‘thank you’ before standing up and grabbing her bag.

She slipped out of the cafe before Bucky could say goodbye, the broken blue crayon still sat on the table, he picked it up and kept it in his pocket, a reminder of the best day he’s had in a long time.

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how it feels to see a cute post talking about something a little and their cg did together

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tips to caring for littles who suffer from:

emotional dysregulation, hyper empathy,

and harsh moodswings !!

• develop grounding techniques to bring your little back to earth when they spiral. (breathing exercises, hand squeezing, observation games, etc.)

• remind them that what they're feeling is only big right now, and will pass.

• offer reassurance and spend time with them. Do not get angry if your little is easily upset or agitated.

• if the source of the moodswing or dysregulation is removable, try to get your little or the cause away from the other.

• find distractions to help your baby cope. (tv, games, toys, coloring, etc.)

• offer to talk with them about their big feelings and / or listen.

• if they're comfortable with it, take over bigger tasks and set down rules to prevent harm. (Ex: earlier bedtimes, no exceptions.)

• show love towards your little, and communicate your feelings aswell.

• encourage your little to be open about their moodswings the moment they have them. Preventing further damage or fear for both parties.

• if your little is experiencing hyper empathy towards another party, assure them they're a good person for feeling on the other's behalf, but remind them that they're their own person.

• if your little is neglecting themselves for others, step in and stop them from doing so if safe.

As someone who experiences big emotions very quickly, and has symptoms of hyper empathy as well as bpd. I have a hard time distinguishing my emotions, I hope this post helps others like me ^^ feel free to add your own tips on!

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Guy my bf bought me a bottle and a little stuffie at the store the other day :3

I was nervous about it at first but then it made me feel really small and kinda happy he wanted to. We had serious talk about my regression and I was COMPLETELY open abt myself and what I want/need. It definitely new for him and a lot to take in, I’m trying to remember that and be patient. But he did say he didn’t want to, or more so felt comfortable, being called “daddy” or my caregiver.

Which I understand. He wants to be involved but not with those titles, so I’m grateful he’s accepting of myself and will allow me to have that space with him. I think I will eventually explain to him one day that the kinds of relationship and love between a caregiver and a regessor would help and is what helps with the child his trauma the most, but I don’t want him to heel pressure or guilted into it 😅

Anyways I just haven’t updated you guys in while and wanted to let you know what’s going on in my life lol

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“girldinner” “boydinner”……what about “regressor without a cg dinner”

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