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[daisyducky05]

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Suffering For My Art

Pairing: Daddy Stucky X little!F!reader

A/N- I've been making Bucky grumpy lately. Now it's Steve's turn. :D Also let's raise a glass to hyper fixations.

Warnings: Agere (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, pet names, baby is super hyper, loving banter and PDA between daddy and papa, baby being a lovable menace without realizing it, hyper fixation, grumpy papa, scolding, time outs, daddy's turn to laugh here.

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"Alright Munchkin. I have an idea," Papa said to you as he handed you the last dish from breakfast to put into the dishwasher.

"I LOVE IDEAS!" you screeched joyfully, tossing your hands up in the air, and the plate along with it, in your exuberance. Without missing a beat, Bucky, who was standing behind you the entire time, snatched it out of the air before it even started to fall. Bucky chuckled softly to himself as you bunny hopped towards Steve, all thoughts of dishes completely gone.

Steve sighed as he smiled. "Puppy, what have I told you about throwing dishes?" he gently scolded.

You looked bewildered. "I didnn' throw a dish, Papa, see..." then looked at your hands, completely mystified. "It was here a minute ago."

"Yeah, and Daddy caught it when you accidentally threw it."

"Oh. Oops. Tank you, Daddy. Sorry, Papa. Didnn' mean to!"

Steve shook his head, laughing a bit. "I know you didn't pup, just be more careful." He went back to the original subject before you could answer. "How about we go to the Met today?"

"Whatsa Met?"

"The Metropolitan Museum of Art. It's a-"

"A MUSEUM!! YES YES YES YES YES!!" you yelled joyfully, jumping in a circle. "WE NOT BEEN DERE BEFORE!!! LET'S GOOOOO!!!!"

"Hold on there, baby, take it down a few decibels."

"BUT IT A MUSEUM!!! I EXCITED!!!!"

"And we don't yell in museums, do we?"

You stopped jumping and looked at Steve with wide eyes. "No, that's why I gotta get the yelling out NOW, Papa," you explained patiently, before twisting around and bunny hopping down the hallway. "JELLYBEAN!!! WE GOING TO NEW MUSEUM!!!! AND WE CAN'T THROW DISHES DERE!" you hollered to your stuffed bunny as you entered your room.

"Do you think she's excited? I can't really tell," Bucky asked Steve, deadpanned. Steve grinned.

"Yeah, I could tell she had a ton of extra energy today, so if we have something new to show her every few seconds, that'll keep her happy."

"Yeah but...you really think this is a good idea?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"You really wanna take her somewhere new when she's this wound up?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean she's going to come back from this with a new hyper fixation," Bucky predicted, his eyebrows raised.

Steve snorted. "Really?" he said. "You think she's gonna go crazy over something at the Met? Do you have any idea how much stuff is there? She won't be able to focus long enough to get obsessed by just one thing."

Bucky shrugged. "With as hyper as she already is today, I would be surprised if she didn't."

Steve laughed in disbelief. "You're not serious," he cajoled his husband. "She just forgot she was holding a plate because she's so excited. There's no way she'll fixate on anything today."

"Well, I could say you're right, but then I'd be wrong, so....."

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"

Bucky's eyes glinted with mischief. "Don't think I won't enjoying rubbing THAT declaration in your face in the future, Captain."

"Admit it. You're just jealous that I came up with today's great idea," Steve teased, wrapping his arms around his beloved and giving his butt a playful squeeze. Bucky's subsequent grunt of appreciation just made Steve laugh harder.

********Later That Day**********

"DAT WAS DA BEST!!!" you hollered the second you were out of the huge stone doorway and into the open air. Several pigeons on the pavement below took off in alarmed flight at the noise. Bucky snorted a laugh, holding tight to one of your hands to keep you from accidentally flinging yourself down the stone steps as you danced and twisted joyfully, swinging Jellybean around with glee. "Der was da big stained glass window and da big picture of the boat with da guys and da OTHER picture of da boat with da other guys and all the big statues and da chairs from the old days and...."

The entire way back to the tower you kept up the running commentary, talking about all the things you had looked at, then going back and describing your favorite ones in detail. You'd all had lunch at one of the cafes at the museum, and kept right on going, missing nap time entirely. Steve had secretly hoped that the adventure would tire you out a bit, and if not that, at least the walk home. But if anything, it seemed to energize you.

Once you all got home and they got your shoes off, you finally took a breath and Steve managed to jump in, saying he was going to start dinner.

"Did you want to help, sweetheart?" he asked you. You shook your head wildly from side to side.

"No Papa, I can't, I gotta go be a artist so I can be in the Met!!" you proclaimed. "C'mon Jellybean, let's go!" And without another word, you took off.

"Artists don't run!" Steve called out after you.

"Oh, okay!" you said, screeching to a stop and walking quickly instead. "Artist is not running anymore, Papa!" you hollered as you rounded the corner into your playroom.

"I can't believe that worked," Bucky said, grinning at Steve, who shrugged playfully back.

"Maybe I know a thing or two about what she's gonna do, eh Barnes?" Steve teased, playfully arching his head back towards Bucky as he sauntered off towards the kitchen. "What was that you said earlier today....something about rubbing something that YOU were wrong about in my face....?"

Bucky rolled his eyes, but trotted after his husband. "Really? After what she just did, you really think she didn't catch a hyper fixation today?"

Steve stopped and turned to Bucky, looking at him like he was crazy. "What? What do you mean?"

"She just declared that she was an artist," Bucky said, tilting his head at Steve, who stared blankly back. When he didn't respond, Bucky sighed. "She's going to want to do NOTHING but create art for god knows how long now."

"You're nuts."

"I think you mean to say I'm right."

"Buck, she's just excited from today. It'll wear off the second something else catches her attention."

"Gonna be eating those words, Rogers."

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Speaking of eating, come give me a hand," Steve said, turning his back towards his husband. A detached metal arm suddenly thunked down on the kitchen island in front of him. Steve rolled his eyes. "Hysterical."

*****Almost an hour later*****

Steve wandered over to your playroom. "Alright Angel, time for-" He abruptly cut off when he got a good look at you. You were covered in your finger-painting paint, head to toe. There were purple smears on your face, red spikes in your hair, blue streaks down your arms, green globs on your shirt- it was endless. It looked like you'd lost a fight with a Crayola factory.

"Look, Papa!" you said proudly. "Is a painting selfie! I did it!"

Steve, who had just remembered how to blink at this point, cleared his throat and swallowed. "You made a self portrait?" was all he could think of to say.

"Yeah! A painting selfie!" You held up a giant piece of your artist's easel paper. "See? I put on da paint and I smushed my face and body onto da paper!"

Steve pursed his lips and nodded slowly. "Yeah, yeah, you sure did." He closed his eyes and sighed quietly, then bowed to the inevitable. "Bucky?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you keep dinner warm?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just-" And because super soldier, Bucky was standing at the door in 1.7 seconds. Steve watched as his husband's eyes went wide as an owl's, and then watched the smug grin slowly spread across his face.

"Wow, Trouble, you look like a rainbow with the stomach flu."

"Is dat good?"

"In this case- oh yes."

"Den thank you! Do you like my painting selfie?"

"Love it." Bucky turned to Steve who was scowling at him. "Did you want me to say it now, or wait for the next work of art?"

"This is not a hyper fixation, Bucky," Steve said sanctimoniously as he picked you up, holding you a little bit away from himself to try to minimize further damage. "And besides, this will all wash out. That's why we got this kind of paint, remember?"

"Yup," Bucky said, grinning.

Steve rolled his eyes. "Just keep dinner warm while I give her a bath, okay?"

"Don't need dinner, Papa!" you declared as Steve walked towards your bathroom. "I a STARVING artist. No dinner."

"Yes dinner. After bath," Steve declared sternly, marching you to the tub over Bucky's hooting laugh.

*******The Next Morning********

Steve had given you no option last night as to your bed or their bed- you were sleeping with them so you didn't try anything else artistic in the middle of the night. NOT because Bucky was right- more of....an insurance policy. You didn't mind at all- you preferred sleeping in their bed anyway. The next morning, Bucky helped you brush your teeth while Steve surveyed the war zone that was your playroom. Even though the paint was water soluble and had come up easily last night, he didn't want to try to tackle the rest of the art supplies, or put you back into the frey lest you be inspired to a new creation.

"Katie-Cat, how about you play out in the living room today?" he asked as nonchalantly as he could. Didn't stop that damn smug grin from spreading across Bucky's face though. Steve resisted the urge to roll his eyes and stayed focused on you.

You wrinkled your nose unhappily. "But I wann'd to make more art today, Papa," you said, a touch of pleading in your tone.

"You can make art out here, okay? How about I give you some paper and one of my drawing pencils, and we can draw together?"

"OKAY!!" Steve returned Bucky's smug smile triumphantly, and ignored the slight feeling of panic when Bucky's grin widened before he sauntered off to the office.

Steve gathered the supplies, and the two of you spent a lovely hour sketching together in the living room. Once he saw that you were completely absorbed in your current masterpiece, he gave you a little kiss on the top of the head. "I'm going to go work in the office for a little bit, Baby. You wanna come?"

You looked up as if you had forgotten Steve was even there. The sweet smile that broke across your face melted Steve's heart and settled his nerves. "No tank you Papa, I stay here. Is okay?" you asked with wide, eager eyes. "Got really good light," you said, trying to sound official. Steve grinned and ruffled your hair a bit.

"Okay, princess, that's fine. Come get me or Daddy if you need anything." You were already back into your own little pencil and paper world, so he chuckled and went into the office. He couldn't wait to see the look on Bucky's face. Ah, sweet triumph.

Bucky was staring at his computer when Steve entered the room. His blue eyes swung up to his husband's smirking face, then to Steve's side where it was obvious he was noting that you were not in tow. Bucky looked Steve right in the eye, and gave the most annoying eyebrow lift as if to say "your funeral". Steve scowled and went to his desk.

About fifteen minutes later, Bucky sniffed loudly. Steve ignored it, not ready to give in until Bucky admitted that he was wrong. After the fifth and most exaggerated sniff, Steve finally looked up, smirking. "Need a tissue there, Buck?" he teased.

Bucky shrugged a bit. "Nope," he said, popping the 'p'. "Just....smells like...mint. Have you noticed?" Bucky watched with glee as the smirk on Steve's face turned to horror, and chuckled as Steve tore out of the room.

"Look, Papa!" you declared happily as Steve rushed into his and Bucky's bathroom. "I made more art!" The swirls of the blue mint toothpaste on the giant bathroom mirror were reminiscent of Starry Night- if had been sponsored by Crest. If it hadn't been so naughty, it honestly would have been impressive. You smiled proudly at your creation. "I finished the pencils and den I needed a new art project. Is sooooooo pretty!"

It was baffling how quickly Papa wiped the excess toothpaste from your hands and then plunked you into Time Out.

Bucky casually strolled past the living room, silently chuckling at your huffing little self in the Time Out corner, then chuckling outright as he leaned against the doorway, watching Steve clean up the mirror which was now guaranteed to be free of plaque. When he turned to Bucky with a scowl, Bucky just shrugged with that self-assured smirk on his face. "I didn't say anything."

After Time Out was over and Steve had reminded you that only art supplies should be used to make art, he made sure to keep a firm grip on you as he brought you into the office. Bucky didn't even look up as he grinned gleefully. "Ah, there's our little artist. You feeling good and cavity free, Trouble?" he said in a jaunty voice.

"Yeah! Minty fresh!" you replied with a giggle, before you caught Papa's eye. You quickly adopted a serious face. "But we don't play wif da toothpaste like dat. Is naughty. Okay?" Your eyes shifted quickly back to Papa to make sure you'd gotten it right. He nodded proudly, if somewhat resignedly. Bucky just chuckled under his breath.

Steve sat down, keeping you on his lap. Of course you started to squirm the second there was stillness. "Katie-Cat," Steve said in a patient but serious tone. "You can color or draw here at the desk, but you're sitting with me. Understood?"

"But I want to paint the floor." Cue snort from Bucky.

"Absolutely not."

"What about the top of your desk?"

"To draw on?"

"No, to paint. Like my selfie picture!"

"No. Crayons or pencils only."

"Paint da walls?"

"No."

"Paint you a new shirt."

"No."

"Paint da ceiling!"

"No. Crayons or pencils ONLY."

"UGH. I am SUFFERING for my art," you declared dramatically as you slumped against Steve's chest. Bucky didn't even try to keep it in. He burst out laughing, wiping his eyes in mirth. Seeing that Daddy at least appreciated your struggle, you sat up happily and finally accepted the crayons that Papa put in front of you. You concentrated on making the most complex picture you could, adding layers on layers of waxy color, while Steve kept one arm around your waist and typed with one hand. After a while, you wiggled a bit to get his attention. "Gotta go potty, please?"

"Go and then come RIGHT BACK," Steve said firmly, setting you on your feet and looking you right in the eye. You nodded seriously back.

"Okay, Papa, I go and come right back," you said innocently. Steve's eyes briefly narrowed, but he let you go. And you did as you were told- he listened to your footsteps carefully. You went right to the bathroom in your room and came right back. Steve did a quick visual sweep- you didn't bring any new art supplies in with you or have anything tucked under your shirt so he wouldn't see, so he thought all was safe.

"Did you wash your hands?" he asked as you clambered back onto his lap.

"Yup!" you declared happily. "See? Smells like ocean!" You thrust your washed hands under his nose- you loved using the soap with the pictures of the fishes and coral reefs on it. Steve inhaled, then quickly kissed your fingers as you giggled delightedly. You resumed your coloring with determination.

Just as you were about done, you leaned back. "Papa?"

"Yes, lovebug?"

"Still can't paint your desk?"

"Still can't paint my desk."

"But it is BORING. Needs....magic!" And from out of your pocket came a handful of purple glitter that you tossed in the air, baptizing you both with sparkles. You giggled and clapped your hands delightedly as Steve spit glitter from his mouth.

This time it was almost insulting how fast you found yourself back in Time Out, albeit in the office.

Once Bucky had picked himself up off the floor from laughing that hard, Steve relented. "You win. You were right," he grumbled. That set Bucky off all over again.

At least Bucky helped him clean up the glitter once he stopped laughing. It didn't quite take away the annoyance of Tony calling him "Tinker Bell" for the next three days, though.

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Bucky canonically being really smart and doing well in school and helping his little with their homework >>> ❤️❤️

"I'll help you"

Okay i wanted to try and get a few of my requests done now that SCHOOL IS OVERR!! I am currently on vacation but when writing calls… thank you to this requester and I’m so sorry for these requests taking so long to come out !!

AU where Bucky is NOT the winter solider and you two met in university!!

Cg!Bucky Barnes x Little!GN reader

Warnings⚠️: Homework frustration, but other than that, FLUUUFFF!!

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It’s almost bizarre that something everyone at some point in their life has to deal with is so extremely hard. By the time you’ve even begun to understand the homework in front of you just a little bit, the words have begun to blur. Your frustration bubbles up inside your head, your little mind crumbling from the way nothing makes sense.

You sat in the back corner of the library, trying to get some of the math homework you’ve been avoiding done. You had told Bucky you'd be here doing homework, but since he had a class you hadn’t expected for him to come and help.

Yet again you didn’t expect for the homework to take nearly 4 hours either.

When you hear quiet yet fast footsteps approaching your table you don’t even have to pull your head from your hands before you know exactly who it is.

“Baby?” Bucky says as he rounds the corner.

Your soft groan is enough of an indication for him to recognize you are on the verge of regression and cannot figure out whatever homework is currently surrounding you.

He sets his bag and other items down to the side before sitting in the chair right next to you. He gently pulls your head from your hands and brings you to his chest, kissing your head as he rubs your back. You gently nuzzle into him, relaxing into his warmth.

“There you go darling. Do you want some help?” He asks.

“..Yes please..” You quietly reply.

He gently grabs your pencil as you sit back, watching him read the homework before nodding.

“Okay I see, and I see why you're struggling. Let’s figure this out together okay? Then we'll go back and have some playtime, yeah?”

You nod, grateful that not only is Bucky extremely good at math, but he’s wonderful at understanding you and guiding you.

You two spend quite some time doing the homework, Bucky helping calm you down when you get a bit too overwhelmed, and congratulating you when you get the answer.

Once your homework is all done and your bag is all neatly packed back up, Bucky gently grabs your hand, your mind letting him take control and regressing.

You two begin your walk out of the library, the atmosphere almost immediately changing after stepping into the nice warm breeze.

“Now who’s ready for some playtime?” Bucky smiles.

“Meee!!” You cheer loudly, Bucky chuckling.

Bucky understood not only homework, but he understood you. Which was all that mattered.

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Hi! Can I have hcs for cg yelena with her taking care of little reader and Bob at the same time?

headcannons about mama!yelena x little!reader x little!bob ｡𖦹°‧

You and Bob have your own little corner up in the watchtower where you both have all kinds of toys and stuff to entertain yourselves with while the others brief for an upcoming mission, Yelena occasionally calling out to you both. "You kiddos okay over there?" Receiving a thumbs up from you both before you and him continue your round of memory. (Also nobody is allowed to come anywhere near the corner without clear permission from either you or Bob as it's supposed to be your safe space.)

Yelena always makes simple foods whenever you're regressed, like dino nuggets, small sandwiches, and of course mac and cheese (because it's the fastest and easiest to make and you both don't seem to complain either, but Bucky often tells her to give you some healthy stuff too.)

Naps are a struggle sometimes, since Bob is around the 5 to 6ish age and you are more the toddler age range it's not easy for Yelena to convince you to take your nap because Bob doesn't have to take the long ones you do which you find unfair obviously, but him being the amazing big brother he is often naps together with you either way because he doesn't like seeing you so upset.

After a long day you both can be found cuddling with Yelena in the common area, already dressed in your pj's and ready for bed, one of those silly Disney movies playing on the enormous screen. (And when I tell you, ALL of the others are engrossed in it too, Alexei snoring already as the grandpa he is, John and Ava occasionally bickering with each other until Bucky hushes them, continuing to read his book.)

At night, when the AI notifies Yelena about you being distressed, she jumps up immediately, quickly making her way to the room you and Bob share - while being regressed - and she'll never get used to the sight of Bob already climbing into your bed, wrapping his arms around you to soothe you from your nightmare, she quietly tiptoes back outside to not disturb the two of you as big brother Bob has everything under control.

You both do lots of arts and crafts, well mostly coloring or making bracelets, either way you create lots of stuff together and pass it around to the others, Yelena of course already has a wall full of your colored pictures and wears at least one bracelet you and Bob made at all times.

Neither of you is seen without the other as Bob always keeps an on his little sibling who toddles around, almost tripping over your own feet if it weren't for him to stand nearby, and you like to cling onto him, looking up to him as if he hung up the stars, making him a bit flustered and smile at you bashfully since he's not used that kind of attention and affection.

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art is official sesame street art, from the book 'Don't Cry, Big Bird' by Sesame Workshop (i think that's the book it's from?)

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Rafe and Sofia with a little who had their blood taken making them sleepy and very confused- like they have a sleepy mindset but doesn’t want to sleep they want to play. like when your tired thing start to make less sense-

-🩸

"C'mon, one step at a time." Rafe coaxes as he helps you out of the car, being careful to not grab onto the spot where your blood has been drawn about 20 minutes ago. "There we go."

Sofia stands a bit off to the side, ready to help if needed, but Rafe seems to handle you pretty well for now, deciding to get your stuff out of the car instead just as Rafe scoops you up instead of letting you walk.

You place your head on his shoulder with a soft giggle, reaching up to poke at his cheek.

"What's so funny, huh?" He smirks, carrying you inside and to the bedroom, easing you down on the bed sheets.

Before your body can topple over he grabs your shoulders, slowly laying you down on your side as you whine.

"No s'eep. No 'eepy." You mumble, blinking at him with slight confusion.

"You sure about that, baby? You seem pretty knocked out to me." He observes, interlacing his hand with yours as you reach for him again and sits down on the edge of the bed, watching you move your arm from side to side lazily.

"Mmm, play?" You ask a little incoherently.

Sofia then enters the room, your question forgotten as you turn your attention to her, now whining for her instead.

"Mamaaaaaa."

She chuckles as she approaches you both, sitting down next to Rafe and grabbing your other hand that you stretch out to her.

You look up at them with a dazed smile. "Play...now?"

Sofia gives Rafe a knowing look, silently agreeing to engage your current request because you most definitely will forget it again in your current state of confusion.

"Sneks makes blblblbl..." You randomly throw into the conversation, still holding their hands as they move to sit on either side of you. "Floppy play too?"

As you mention your favorite bunny plushie, he's suddenly dangling in front of your face, making you squeal and let go of your partners hands to grab him.

"Floppy wan' play?" You ask your stuffie, nodding your head when you get an answer and look at Rafe again. "Daddy, he wan' play."

"Here." He hands you your Nintendo switch. "You can have your switch for a while." He says, watching as you clumsily hold it in your hands and turn it on.

Rafe and Sofia get comfortable on their sides of the bed, putting on a movie for them to watch while you're occupied with deciding what game to play.

It didn't even take 10 minutes for you to be out like a light, the animal crossing music still playing as the switch lays on your chest until Sofia takes it slowly to place it on the nightstand. "See, I told you."

"Yeah, yeah, you won the bet." Rafe chuckles, placing his arm behind his head, already dreading that he's the one who has to bathe you later, knowing how much you hate it.

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yes!!! i remember feeling so grown-up playing webkinz 🤭

do any of you gen z or millennial tinies remember computer lab days in elementary school?

getting told you’re going to the computer lab, being told you’re ONLY allowed to play educational games, and then in the last 15 minutes of class you’d get free time, and you ALWAYS took that as an opportunity to play kid pix!!!

so crazy to me that kids in school nowadays just.. have computers. computer lab day was so special to us!

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Hi! Can I request a little!reader who hit her head really hard to the point where she’s disoriented and throwing random tantrums and Rafia is taking care of her (trying at least)

Concussed Tantrums

Pairing: daddy!rafe x little!reader x mama!sofia

Warnings: age regression, concussion, tantrum, comfort at the end, not proofread, word count: 931

A/N: this is kinda rushed sry

It was a stupid accident, something you could have prevented if you would just listen when Rafe tells you not to do something but go to do it anyway.

Like earlier, you had been running around the condo, a sudden burst of energy going through you that made you have some kind of zoomies, which resulted in you hitting your head on the ground after trying to stop yourself but only made slip on the floor because of your socks.

It hurt bad. So bad that Rafe and Sofia made a quick decision of taking you to the hospital despite your whining about not wanting to go.

Truth to be told, you have a concussion, lucky you, though you don't know what's happening with you right now and feel overly confused because of it.

It doesn't help that you never have a second to yourself because either Rafe or Sofia keep hovering around you, to make sure you're okay, but all it does is irritate you further.

You just want the pounding in your head to stop and everything to be normal again, wanting to go play like you always do but you keep getting dizzy and send to lay down on the couch to rest.

Rest. You can't stand hearing this word over and over again, you don't want to rest, and you make that painfully clear as you're having the second tantrum since getting back home from the hospital.

"No wan' rest!" You suddenly snap at Rafe, throwing the blanket on the ground in a fit of frustration, almost shaking as tears stream down your face. "Leave alone!"

He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face as he forces himself to take a breath but you're making it very difficult for him. "Baby, it will only get worse when-" He tries to reason with you again but is met with a pillow thrown against his chest. "A'ight, I'm done."

As he starts to approach your crying only gets louder, pressing yourself in the couch cushions to get as far away as possible, batting his hands away when he tries to touch you.

"No touch!" You shriek, coughing as you keep choking on your sobs. "Mama!"

"Rafe, stop." Sofia's voice seems to make everything stop, at least for a moment. "Give her space."

"I'm trying to help her." He huffs but reluctantly steps back when she gives him a warning glare. "Fine, you do it then. I need a drink." He mutters under his breath as he walks past her.

"M-Mama..." You whimper quietly, pulling your knees to your chest when she sits down on the couch with some space between you both.

"Yes, sweetie? Wanna tell me what's wrong?" She asks softly, turning her body as she pulls her legs up to sit criss-crossed and face you properly. "Does your head hurt again?"

You only shrug in response, still sniffling but not sobbing as bad as you did before, drawing random shapes into the couch. "Weird..."

"You feel weird? That's just because of your concussion remember? Me and daddy are just trying to make sure you don't hurt yourself even more by overdoing it. That's why we want you to rest." She explains to you slowly, knowing you're having a hard time registering her words due to being regressed and confused from your head injury.

She slowly scoots closer to you, making sure to not overwhelm you even more by accident and once within arm reach she lifts her hand to tuck some of your hair behind your ear.

You subconsciously lean into her touch, seeking her comfort as you finally move to rest your head against her shoulder, your breathing getting calmer.

Sofia smiles softly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as she shushes you. "It's okay, shh, I'm here."

"No bad?" You ask, fidgeting with her engagement ring that matches your own, now realizing how you acted towards Rafe.

"Of course not." She quickly assures you, rubbing her hand up and down your arm. "It's the concussion making you act this way."

"An' daddy? He no mad wif me?" You now question with a trembling bottom lip, scared that you made him upset when you didn't mean to.

"Of course I'm not mad, baby." He suddenly speaks up from the doorway, leaning against it with his arms crossed and a drink in his hand, a lot calmer now that he sees that Sofia managed to calm you down again.

You lift your head from where it's nestled against Sofia, your lip still quivering as you make a grabby hand for him.

With a smirk he walks over to you both, setting his drink down on the coffee table before sitting down on your other side, carefully helping you to get comfortable on his lap. "There we go, all good now."

You quickly tuck your face into his neck, feeling Sofia shift closer to Rafe's side and putting your legs over her own lap, rubbing over them to soothe you further.

All three of you keep snuggling together on the couch until you eventually manage to fall asleep and finally get your much needed rest, making Rafe and Sofia sigh in relief.

"Didn't know that treating a concussion can be that exhausting." Rafe huffs, letting his head fall back against the couch as he keeps holding you.

Sofia chuckles quietly as she drapes a blanket over you, whispering back. "Just enjoy the quietness while it lasts, because this can go on for the next two weeks."

"God help me..." He mumbles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

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Hi hi hi, hello, you were one of the first people I thought to tell about this so, I have DID and sometimes the Little part of the braincase has dreams when I sleep, and he recently had (in his definition) the best dream EVER where he was adopted by Steve and Bucky and they went grocery shopping, and he was having the best day ever cuz he specifically saw a bag of his favorite chocolate and ran over to Bucky and holding it up like "DADDY DADDY DADDY, PLEASE???"

And then Bucky picked him up with the chocolate and set him in the cart while Steve just smiled about it all. The Little One was so excited!!

– same anon who talked about your stucky fics being my favorite thing ever when smol and my therapist actively recommended listening to the Little One more 🦖 (I might sign off on things with the dino if that's okay)

Baby's First Racecar

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18+

wc: ~700 words

warnings: named stuffed animal, bucky picks you up

a/n: THIS IS SO ADORABLE!!! thank you so much for telling me🥺 i was working on a totally different piece, but this was too cute and i knew i had to see this idea to the end!! i hope The Little One likes racecars hehe. also.. you guys will just have to imagine the "racecar" because none of the pictures on google matched the one in my brain 💔

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader

summary: you go to the grocery store with your daddies

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Steve turned to look at you in the backseat with an adoring smile on his face. You looked too cute all buckled up, absentmindedly toying with your dino plush’s tail. You and your green friend came as a package deal these days. Steve loved it to the point where he took his sewing kit out of storage and set to remembering all the skills his Ma taught him, so that he could make some clothes for your favorite little sidekick. Today, he was dressed in overalls: a very practical outfit for your trip to the grocery store. 

“Are you and Ducky going to help me figure out what to make for dinner tonight?” he asked.

You nodded enthusiastically. 

Once the car was parked, Bucky helped you out of your car seat while Steve retrieved the reusable grocery bags. Your baba carried you into the store, as this was a busy parking lot and he felt safer having you in his or Steve’s arms. You had originally planned on walking through the store instead of sitting in a shopping cart, but that changed when you saw the cart that looked like a racecar. It functioned like a normal shopping cart, but it had been upgraded with an outer shell of plastic that almost made it resemble Lightning McQueen. A steering wheel placed in the front and flame decals on the sides completed the illusion. 

Bucky didn’t even have to ask if you wanted to ride in it. He smiled at your excited gasp and awestruck gaze. Never wanting to miss a chance to indulge you, he made a beeline for the novel vehicle. He gently set you inside, kissing the top of your head before he rounded the back of the false car and pushed it into the store.

“Baba, Dada, look!” 

You showed them the steering wheel. It actually spun around just like the real thing! You couldn’t actually control the cart with it, but you didn’t mind. It was way more fun to practice crazy drifts than to slowly navigate the narrow aisles of the grocery store. 

Steve leaned over, demonstrating the functional horn on the steering wheel. It was more like a muffled squeak toy, which was all the better for you because you could keep ‘honking the horn’ without drawing attention from the other customers. Ducky liked honking the horn too, but as always, your dinosaur was more comfortable resting on your lap. 

You had a blast “racing” through the grocery store. Bucky played along, making some of the turns into new aisles more dramatic than they needed to be. Steve too joined in on the fun. He played the role of drive through employee while asking for your opinion on foods. 

Your Dada mimicked talking into a headset with a silly voice. “Hi, welcome to Rogers’ Kitchen. Can I put you down for a bag of grapes or apples?”

“Apples!” you exclaimed, clapping your hands. 

“Second window, that’ll be one kiss.”

He set the fruit down behind you and held his cheek out expectantly. You giggled, giving him a sloppy peck before “driving” away. 

Your dada also became your pit crew when a turn into the snack aisle caused a few small items to slip through the grates of the shopping cart. 

While Steve excused himself to find your favorite crackers, Bucky noticed how untidy the cart had gotten and decided to fix the mess.

“Hang on, baby. Baba’s gonna take you out so I can move some things.” 

Bucky plucked you out of the cart, setting you down so he could make your chariot more organized and comfortable. While you stood in the aisle, a package of your favorite candy called out to you. You grabbed the bag with the hand that wasn’t holding Ducky and toddled back to your caregiver. 

“Baba! Baba look!” you shouted excitedly, holding the treats aloft. 

“Wow! Those sure look good,” he grinned.

“Can I get them, Baba? Please!”

Bucky pretended to think about it for a moment, then all of a sudden he was lifting you, Ducky, and the bag of chocolates into the cart. You giggled like mad the entire time, complementing Steve’s chuckles as he witnessed the interaction.

[daisyducky05]

bigbro!rafe getting emotional on toddler!r’s first day of kindergarten 😮‍💨

"Always listen to your teacher, yeah? And don't forget to eat your lunch, it's right here. Oh, and if someone is being mean, you tell me later, okay?" Rafe lists all kinds of stuff while crouching in front of you.

He adjusts your little bag on your shoulders and has to pull you back a few times because you're so excited that you keep trying to run off since you got out of his truck.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." You nod along to whatever he's ranting, practically running on the spot and waiting to be let go. "Cans I go now?"

Rafe sighs, looking around and seeing how parents send their children slowly but surely inside.

He knows it's time to let you go as well, as much as he just wants to grab you and buckle you back in your car seat and drive off towards Tannyhill.

But that's the circle of life and he has to accept the fact that you're getting older, that you'll start to be more independent and one day even go to college, which is luckily still far away in the future.

"Okay...I'll come and pick you up later." He says but grabs your wrist again when you're about to bolt towards the entrance. "No hug?"

You giggle and jump into his open arms, wrapping your short ones around his neck tightly. "Love you, Rafey!"

He smiles faintly and reluctantly loosens his hold around you, patting your back. "I love you too, kid. Now go, you don't wanna be late..."

You nod, smiling brightly as you dash off to where your teacher is standing together with some children of your kindergarten group, turning to wave at Rafe one last time.

He gives a subtle wave back, feeling an uncommon tightness in his chest as his vision blurs a little. "Ah shit-" he mutters, pressing the balls of his hands into his eyes.

"Didn't think you would get this emotional, man." Topper suddenly cuts in from his position in the passenger seat of Rafe's truck.

"Shut the fuck up. I got something in my eye." Rafe cusses at him, the emotional moment instantly erased when he's being remarked on his vulnerability.

"Yeah, it's called sadness." He chuckles, lifting his hands in surrender when Rafe glares at him with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Top, I swear to god, I'll kick you out on the side of the road, while driving." He threatens his friend, making his way over to the driver's side, taking one last look at you as he sees you walking inside the kindergarten.

[daisyducky05]

Jellybean seems like an important part of the little ones life so I wonder what they would do if her stuffy gets lost? ☀️🧡

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Sooooooo....I'm guessing this ask was made hoping for some major angst, some major tears, and a lot of fluff to even it all out.

My brain thinks different, y'all. Sorry. Hope you enjoy it anyways. I also wanted to make this in-line with another one of my stories, I'm pretty happy with how it fits the world. Thank you for the lovely ask and the opportunity to connect dots <3 <3 <3

*Also- thank you all for your patience- it's been a very turbulent couple of weeks. Hoping to get back into the swing of writing. Thank you!

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Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, pet names, language, touch of paranoid Papa, super overly dramatic reader (like....SO dramatic ugh), reader feeling angsty (to put it lightly), reader thinks bunny has been kidnapped, bless-their-heart-oh-so-dumb men, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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Steve and Bucky looked at each other, eyes locked in an intense gaze, then simultaneously breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"I can't believe we pulled it off," Steve said, his lungs beginning to work again properly.

"Shit. Why did that scare me more than any other field agent assignment in recent history?" Bucky grumbled, shaking his head.

"Because you love the target this time," Steve replied back with a relieved grin, stroking his husband's cheek affectionately. He felt almost triumphant in their success.

You'd been with them for nearly two months now, having passed your probation period and been given the official blessing. It had been bliss- fantastic, fun, and full of love. Lots of cuddles, lots of silly and sweet play, lots and lots of cookies, all the time.

Then they got a whiff of Jellybean, your most favorite stuffie in the world.

You dragged that bunny everywhere you were allowed to. She slept in your arms at night, she went to all the parties and playdates and picnics, and she was both an excellent tea party companion and a brave soldier in Daddy's army (bunnies are versatile like that).

But just yesterday, you'd been snuggling on Steve's lap while he worked at his desk, Jellybean cuddled close to you. You were feeling littler than normal, and Steve was happy to indulge you. But having that stuffie practically right under his nose made him suddenly aware of just how much dirt, sweat, and who knows what else was lingering in her soft fur. And when you brought Jellybean's ear to your mouth to suck on, Steve nearly had an nervous breakdown. And then, so did you when they tried to take her from you to wash her.

You were in a littler mindset and didn't understand what was happening, couldn't understand their gentle explanations. All you knew was that you WERE NOT letting that bunny go for anything. It had been a rough couple hours with a lot of tears (which freaked them both out) before they gave up, determined to try again tomorrow.

You were about where you normally were regression-wise today, but you still had lingering anxiety about your beloved Jellybean, so she was firmly in your grasp from the moment you woke up. Steve was losing his mind, freaking himself out with the germs and diseases that he'd conjured up in his mind. He became desperate. Not a good look.

They'd waited until they finally got you down for a nap, then they struck. Moving with the precision of two super soldiers in the Temple of Doom, they'd managed to extract Jellybean from under your arm while you were deeply asleep and replace her with Pipsqueak, your second favorite stuffie (who was going to be due for the same treatment soon, but one step at a time). They'd snuck back out, not making a sound, and had gotten Jellybean into the wash on the gentle cycle. The laundry room door was shut so you wouldn't hear.

Success!

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You woke up about twenty minutes later. Normally, you slept for about an hour during nap time, but...something was off. Something felt wrong. And you recognized it the second you looked down. Jellybean wasn't in your arms. On on your bed. Or on the floor. Or in the room.

Disaster!

You launched yourself from your bed, tearing into the living room where Daddy and Papa were watching some movie. They both sat bolt upright when you catapulted yourself into the room, shocked that you were up.

"Baby, what's wrong??" Steve asked, his eyes wide with alarm. Bucky's eyes darted around the room, instantly on the alert for danger.

"JELLYBEAN!!!" was all you could wail before crumpling onto the floor in a heap, sobbing. You felt strong arms pick you up and cradle you, and a set of fingers combing through your hair.

"Sshh, sshh, it's okay Babygirl," Bucky whispered, trying to calm you down.

"NOT OKAY!! Jellybean is GONE!!" you cried into Bucky's teeshirt.

"Oh, honey, she's not gone, she's just taking a little bath right now."

Your tears instantly stopped at Papa's words. You twisted your head to look at him. "She takin' a baf?" you asked, trying to make it all make sense. Papa nodded. You whipped around back to Bucky, and began pushing against his chest. "Down!!"

"Now, hold on a minute, Trouble..."

"DOWN!!"

"Hey, I know you're upset, but-"

"DOWNDOWNDOWNDOWNDOWN!!!!!!!!!"

Completely shocked at his normally well-behaved little girl's tantrum, Bucky's only working instinct was to give you what you wanted. He set you down quickly and you took off for the bathroom. They exchanged a quick look of panic before following you. Just as they were getting to the bathroom door, you nearly barreled them over tearing out of the room towards the other bathroom. They tried calling after you, but you were on a mission and NOTHING was going to stop you.

"I've never seen her freak out like this before," Bucky muttered to Steve while they followed your frantic footsteps.

"I know," Steve whispered back, his anxiety going through the roof. "I had no idea she was going to take it this way. What do we do?"

"Hell if I know." They both stopped talking as you threw yourself back into the hallway, skidding to a halt right in front of them, your eyes crazed.

"She not in the bafroom!!" you shrieked in an accusatory tone. "You said she was takin' a baf!" Before they could even inhale to try to answer you, a brilliant idea came to you. "She YITTLE! She take baf in da sink!!" And you were running like your feet were on fire to the kitchen sink. You looked- and she wasn't there either.

Bucky and Steve caught up to you as you were pacing, thinking so hard you looked like you were trying to solve world hunger. "She can't take baf in dishwasher or washin' machine- she dwown in dere..." you mused to yourself. You didn't see the look of pure horror that Steve and Bucky exchanged. If you realized that they put your precious bunny in the washing machine and drowned her, you would have a major meltdown, or worse- never forgive them. Their attentions jerked back to you as you stopped pacing.

"She been kidnapped!!" you gasped in horror, coming to the only logical conclusion left to you.

"Oh, baby, she's not-"

"JARVIS!!!" you screamed at the top of your lungs to the AI, making Steve and Bucky wince. "NEED TO TALK TO EVERYONE, NOW!!"

"As you wish, Princess."

"No, no, JARVIS, you don't need to-"

"A direct line to the team is open, Princess."

You took the biggest breath you could, and screamed with all your might.

"AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!!!!!!!!!!!"

Steve and Bucky just stood there frozen in shock, jaws on the floor, dumbfounded at your battle cry. They couldn't even find the words to respond.

The silence didn't last for long.

Suddenly, an almighty crash shook the entire apartment. Steve dove for you, his protective instinct taking over, as Bucky jumped in front of both of you. Before you even realized what really happened, you heard loud footsteps thundering down the hallway.

"NONE SHALL SURVIVE THAT HAVE CAUSED HARM TO THIS FAMILY!" Thor roared, dressed in full battle gear, charging into the living room, breathing hard and wielding Mjolnir. He whipped his head around, hammer raised, surveying the territory. When he only found Steve and Bucky frozen in shock and confusion with you desperately squirming to get out of Steve's arms, he lowered his hammer and joined in the looks of confusion. "I...think I may have acted in earnest," he said sheepishly.

"NO!" you wailed, thrashing with all your might. "I need you Unca Thor!! Jellybean been KIDNAPPED!!!"

"Jelly...bean? Someone has taken your colorful sugar candies that are shaped like kidneys?"

"No, Jellybean is my bunny!! She my best friend in da whole world and she GONE!!" you yelled as you wildly twisted in Steve's arms. He finally unlocked his frozen limbs and set you down, and you immediately made a mad dash right for Thor. "We gotta find her!!!"

Thor's confused gaze slowly flicked up to Steve and Bucky. They both frantically pantomimed that the bunny was in the washing machine. Thor nodded in relieved understanding, before smiling down on you. "Not to worry, young one, it seems as though your Jellybean is-"

He suddenly cut himself off when Steve and Bucky wildly shook their heads for him to stop, then silently indicated that you would lose your mind if you knew. Thor stared at them so long with such confusion that you turned around to see what was going on. Bucky immediately started staring around the room, the walls suddenly the most interesting thing he'd ever seen, while Steve gave you one of his hearty Captain America everything-is-fine salutes. You looked at them curiously, but then turned your attention back to Thor. Bucky and Steve frantically resumed their charades, finally making Thor understand that under no circumstances should you be informed of where Jellybean actually was.

"Jellybean is what, Unca Thor?" you asked desperately.

"...Jellybean has...definitely been kidnapped," he finished lamely, unable to come up with another excuse on the fly as Steve facepalmed and Bucky inaudibly groaned. "But I'm sure she'll be returned in...an hour or so?"

Before you could question that, Tony came charging into the room. "Squirt, what's the problem?" he said in a rush, locking eyes with you a split second before taking in the rest of the room and the three other dumbfounded men. His eyebrows constricted as he tried to make sense of the scene. You quickly explained the horrors of your missing bunny, and his eyebrows slowly crept into his hairline as you tripped over your words in your distress. After another round of charades behind your back, Tony was up to speed. He stood up straight, trying to think his way around this one, but only came up with one thing.

"I assume that's why there's a Thor-sized hole in the wall where your front door used to be?" he asked Steve, who turned to Thor in exasperation.

"I was in earnest," Thor explained, shrugging. You stomped your feet, frustrated.

"Unca Tony, we gotta get Jellybean back! I need the 'Vengers to help me!" you pleaded.

"Uhhhh...okay squirt, it's okay," he said, thinking about how Peter would react if his favorite toy went missing. "Why don't we...make sure that she's not in the apartment first? Huh? That's a good idea, right? Of course it is, let's go."

"No, I already look everywhere! She not here!!" you insisted before charging over to him, and holding your arms up. He instantly picked you up, assuming that you wanted comfort, but instead you started pushing on his chest.

"Whatcha doing, honey?" he asked, confused and curious.

"Where's your button that makes your suit go on??" you grumbled as you punched all over his chest. "I KNOW it here somewhere." He would have snickered had you not clearly been so upset.

"I don't think I'm going to need my suit here, kiddo." He nodded sanctimoniously when you gasped in agreement.

"You right! You need money!" He stopped nodding. "In case da kidnappers want me to pay for Jellybean! Can I have a million dollars?"

Tony slow burn glared at Steve. "What the hell are you two letting her watch?" he muttered as they stared at you, once again shocked. You shook your head.

"No, Unca Tony! 'Member you said to Unca Bruce dat you wouldn't pay kidnappers after Pietro broke your record thingy. But dis different. I need a million dollars please." It was Bucky and Steve's turn to glare at Tony, who turned a deep red and set you down quickly.

"Moving right along," he said after clearing his throat. That's when Natasha and Clint came strolling in. Natasha looked around at all the craziness calmly.

"So. What seems to be the trouble here?" she asked you kindly, but the rest of the team could see the hints of the smirk on her lips.

"Aunt Nat, Jellybean is gone!" you wailed, running over to her. "She been kidnapped and I can't find her and the 'Vengers gotta find her please!"

Natasha leaned down just a bit and smoothed your hair away from your face. "Hold on there, honey bunny," she said in her calmest voice. "Take a deep breath for me, okay?" You nodded tearfully, but did as she asked. "Good girl," she praised soothingly. "Tell you what. Can Uncle Clint get you some juice while I talk to your daddies for a minute?"

"But...but we gotta find Jellybean!" you said, your breath catching as you started to get worked up again. "Gotta find her, please!!"

"And we will, I promise," she said, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "But I think I need to get some information before we start looking, okay? Can you be a big girl and let Uncle Clint get you some juice please? Then we'll find her, I promise," After another moment and another big breath, you nodded.

"Atta girl," Clint said, scooping you up and taking you to the kitchen. You tearfully explained the whole saga to him while he sat you down on the kitchen island and poured you a sippy cup full of apple juice, nodding seriously as you explained everything. He knew all too well the intense emotions that came with regression, especially when it came to favorite stuffies, and how important it was for caregivers to take your feelings seriously. He was also trying to distract you from the hisses and the whispers of the violent verbal battle happening in the living room behind you.

Your head whipped around when you heard Bucky hiss loudly "Natasha, NO," as Aunt Natasha walked briskly into the kitchen. She gently nudged Clint out of the way and stood in front of you.

"We go find Jellybean now?" you asked her hopefully, your sippy cup still clutched in your hands.

"Jellybean is just fine, sweetheart," she said reassuringly. Your eyes became as round as saucers as you took in her meaning.

"You know where Jellybean is?!" you shrieked, before attempting to launch yourself off the island. Aunt Nat was just as quick as Papa was when you were trying to escape bedtime. She popped you onto her hip and started walking towards the laundry room with 4 anxious and confused men and one snickering one in tow.

"I do know where she is, and she's perfectly okay," Natasha said gently, bouncing you a bit. "I'm going to take you to see her."

"Natasha, don't," Steve said, his teeth gritted, his tone between a command and a plea. You looked over her shoulder at your daddies who appeared to be sweating bullets, but you didn't understand why.

Natasha completely ignored them and marched right into the laundry room, you still firmly on her hip. She pointed to the spinning laundry behind the front loader's door. "Jellybean is right there, baby. She's taking a bath, just like your daddies said she was."

Your eyes filled with tears. "But...but she...what if she dwown?" you asked fearfully, looking at Natasha with large, pleading, watery eyes as the rest of the team, crowded in the doorway, all held their breath in fear.

Natasha brushed your hair away from your eyes again and rubbed her nose against yours. "She won't drown, sweetheart. This is how furry friends take baths. They're special like that. They can breathe just fine in the washing machine, and then after they dry they smell so nice and fresh and clean- just like you do after you take your bath!" Steve and Bucky felt their blood turn to ice in terror, waiting for what they were sure was going to be another meltdown from you.

"Jellybean okay?" you asked again, your eyes darting to the window and back to hers.

"Jellybean is okay, I promise. You wanna see?" Natasha put you down and knelt in front of the window. "It's okay, I promise. Come look," she encouraged. You carefully sat down on the floor next to her, still not sure about this. You suddenly saw hint of soft grey fur slide past the window- that was her!!

You slapped your little hands on the window, desperate for another look at your bunny. "Aunt Nat, you SURE she's okay?" you asked again.

"Very sure. In fact, Buttons took a bath just like this a couple days ago, and Wanda had her yesterday, remember?" Natasha said. "Same thing will happen with Jellybean. She'll be just fine." You thought about it- Wanda did have Buttons the Bear with her last night! And she had been okay!

"Oh. Okay den," you said, suddenly calm as could be. You plopped back down on your butt, scootching backwards to lean up against the wall. "I wait here for her baf to be done. Tank you, Aunt Nat!" You casually sipped on your juice as Steve and Bucky's jaws hit the floor again. How the hell were you so calm now, when five seconds ago you were all headed for World War Three?!

Natasha chuckled and gave you a kiss on the top of your head before turning around and walking out of the room. All the men crowded in the doorway parted to let her pass, except Clint, who had collapsed against the wall, silently laughing at the others' dumbfounded expressions. Natasha turned back to them.

"You all are idiots," she said simply with a smile, before turning and walking out of the Thor shaped hole in the front wall while Clint howled with laughter.

[daisyducky05]

comfort writer ☺️

Hi if you take request I just have this in my mind:

Sometimes when you are somewhere outside (like in a mall) you get distracted by all those people and colorful stores. And if you don’t hold your daddies hands you will easily go another way.

So what if she is to distracted by something and Steve and Bucky just further without noticing that she didn’t follow (maybe they are stressed or smt like that) and she just follows someone who looks like one of her daddy’s and she only notices later that this was not her daddy and she was lost.

Okay so first things first, I'm old and don't know how to put the two similar asks together nicely so here’s a screenshot and get off my lawn. :P (edited to add: Also for @justme1234456 who requested this too!<3)

Second, I had to alter both asks a bit to align it with what I see as canon in my AU. I really hope that’s okay, and I’m sorry if this isn’t what you were looking for. I have to be honest about what I think could actually happen in this little world I’ve created otherwise I just can’t write it truthfully. If that offends anyone, I’m truly sorry for hurting feelings, and I encourage you to find what you’re needing with many of the other insanely-more-talented-than-I-am writers on this site. 

Break Away

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), language, pet names, praise, scared reader, angst, tears, large and pushy crowds, overprotective Papa and Daddy, fluff fluff fluff and did I mention fluff? 

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What started as a nice walk in the park quickly turned into one of their worst nightmares. 

It had been raining for days in New York. Normally you wouldn’t have minded, having a massive pile of toys to play with and books to have read to you, and an endless supply of other family members in the tower to keep you entertained. But you were fidgety, constantly needing to be on the move. Your daddies had taken you to the big gym floor and set you loose on the giant running track, they’d taken you to the Olympic-sized indoor pool, and they’d even managed to convince Tony to let them take the Quinjet on a quick spin around the state. All of which managed to keep you satisfied...for that day. Then the next day they’d find you with your nose pressed up against the sliding glass door to the patio, watching the pouring rain, asking politely if you could go outside. Four thousand times in a row. 

Finally the rain let up right before your bedtime, and the ground became okay enough to not be a giant puddle by morning. You were so excited about going outside, wiggling around so much, that Bucky later grumbled to Steve that it had been easier escaping from the German army than getting you into your coat and rain boots. 

“We goin’ to the park, we goin’ to the park, we goin’ to the PAAAAAAAAAAARK!!!” you sung at the top of your little lungs, running back and forth with joy as you held onto Steve and Bucky’s hands, walking through the hallways of the tower. You squealed in delight when they both lifted their arms in tandem, swinging you into the air. “Again again please!!” you begged, laughing uproariously with delight when they obliged. 

Steve grinned down at you as you giggled gleefully. He was craving the fresh air just as much as you were and felt as joyful as you did. “Okay, so when we get to Central Park, what are you going to do, angel?” he asked you. 

“Hold your hand always!”

“That’s my smart girl. You hold my hand or Daddy’s hand at all times. And what happens if we get separated and you don’t see us?”

“Look for a ‘Venger to help!” 

“Right again! I’m so proud of you!” You giggled and blushed, wiggling around extra hard to let Papa know how happy his praise made you. “Now. Last one. If you don’t see someone who can help you, what do you do?”

“Light up shoes and stay PUT!”

“Great job, baby!” Steve cheered, suddenly swinging around and lifting you up into the air while you laughed crazily. All the littles in the Avengers Tower had light up shoes with tiny trackers in them, so if anything ever happened to them outside the tower and they were in little space, they’d always have a tracker on them that a caregiver could follow. It wasn’t too hard to convince any little to wear the shoes that lit up when they stomped; in fact, you all had gone through several pairs of light up shoes, delighted at the light up features. Hey, the system worked. 

Bucky grinned at the two of you, reaching back out for your hand the moment your feet touched the ground. “Good job remembering the rules, Trouble,” he said. You wiggled with joy and blushed again, making him chuckle. He looked up at his husband. “You sure you wanna try this without caps and glasses?” he asked again, raising his eyebrows. “No disguises at all?”

Steve smile warmly at his worrywart husband. “We’re not undercover, Buck. We live in this city too, and everyone already knows it anyways. It’ll be okay, and if it’s not, we’ll just ask people to respect our space or we’ll go a different direction. It’ll be fine.”

Bucky kept the smile, but tightened his grip on your hand. 

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A little while later, the three of you were enjoying the birds singing, the fresh, cool breeze blowing through the trees, and the hum of human activity all around you. It was so lovely, it seemed like everyone in New York City was trying to get outside to see the sun. You held tight to your daddies’ hands, but your head was constantly whipping around, trying to take in all the sights at once.  

Suddenly, there was a scream in the distance. Bucky and Steve’s heads snapped in the direction of the sound automatically, their grips tightening on yours. Out of nowhere, this group of seven or eight teens came barreling at the three of you, all with their phones out, screaming about Captain America and The Winter Soldier. With the speed of light, Bucky tucked you underneath his vibranium arm, cuddling you against his body to keep you safe. This meant you had to let go of Papa’s hand, and you tried to turn your head to make sure he was okay, but Daddy’s grip on you was too strong and you couldn’t see him. 

Before you knew it, the crowd grew suddenly larger, and you heard people pointing at the group of teens in recognition- they were something called a...’influencer’ or a ‘TikTok star’ or something...you didn’t understand all the yelling. You got very, very still, hanging desperately onto Daddy’s shirt as he tried to be polite- Avengers had an image to maintain, especially the ‘reformed’ ones like him- but get these people to back off. 

One of the boys grabbed onto the vibranium arm that was holding you, screaming about how cool it was. It scared you so badly, not seeing this boy until his hands were reaching right where you were at and the loudness, that you stumbled backwards, causing you to slip out from underneath Bucky’s arm.

 Bucky’s head whipped around the second he lost contact with you. “Steve!” he hollered over the melee as he tried to move the kid away from you. “Get her!” All you caught was a glimpse of Steve’s searching blue eyes before a tidal wave of people crashed into you. It was insane- some sort of mob mentality had taken over. Between the two famous Avengers and the internet sensations surrounding them, everyone lost their minds. You tried to push against the tide, tried desperately to keep your eyes on either of them, but the crush of the crowd was too much. Your throat choked up in fear- you couldn’t even call out for them. You were carried away by the wave. It seemed to go on forever and you couldn’t stop it as it pushed you farther and farther away. 

Finally there was a break in the people that had been crowding you, and you pushed with all your might to get free of the mob. Trying to keep calm and be brave, you looked around, remembering Rule #2 as hard as you could. Your heart leapt when you saw a long mane of red hair a distance away, and you instantly ran towards it, thinking it was Aunt Natasha. Just as you were about to throw your arms around the woman, she suddenly turned. It wasn’t Auntie Nat. You mumbled an awkward apology and ran in the other direction, embarrassed. 

Gulping hard to try to keep your scared sobs inside, you came to a halt. You looked around and didn’t see anything you recognized. There was a pretty, tall fountain with an angel on top close to you, but you didn’t remember it from before. “Light up shoes and stay put,” you whispered to yourself. “Light up shoes and stay put.” You stomped your feet as hard as you could, seeing the rainbow lights activate. You looked around desperately, waiting for them to come and rescue you. You stomped harder and harder, the tears building in your eyes. No Papa. No Daddy. You slowly walked the few steps to the fountain and carefully sat down, the tears now running down your face. Every now and then, you stomped your feet to keep the shoes lit up. “Please find me,” you whispered tearfully, pleading into the air. 

Suddenly, there were shrieks and gasps coming from in front of you. You looked up to see people suddenly rushing to the sides, looking like they were dodging to get out of the way of a speeding train. And they were. A speeding train in the form of Daddy. 

Bucky came racing towards you faster than you’d ever seen anyone run. You could almost see the flames coming off his feet. The crowd parted for him, but he didn’t give two flying fucks if he ran any of them over. With barely a bend of the knees, he came flying over the stone balustrade walls surrounding the fountain, his eyes locked on your tiny form. All you could do was reach your hands to him before he reached you, scooping you up and crushing you to his chest like he was never going to let you go again. 

You just clung to him, still too frightened to do anything else. “Hey, it’s okay baby, it’s okay, Daddy’s here. Daddy’s here and he’s not letting you go,” Bucky was murmuring into your ear, so fast you could barely make out the words. “I am so sorry baby. Daddy will never let that happen again, you hear me? Never again. Never, never again. I’m right here.” You just whimpered and nodded, your tears soaking the front of his shirt. You heard another set of feet come to a screeching halt near you, but you were still too worked up to turn to see if it was Papa. You knew if it wasn’t, Daddy was going to keep you safe, and that was all you could handle at the moment. “Deep breaths, baby, can you do that for me? Can you take some deep breaths?” Daddy asked frantically, tilting his head back to look at you. “Can you take some deep breaths with me? Some deep breaths with Daddy?” You managed to nod again, and relief flooded his face. “That’s my good girl. Okay, we’re gonna sit down and take some breaths together.”

Bucky sat on the edge of the fountain where he’d found you. He turned you in his lap so you could see Steve sitting next to the both of you. Your left hand shot out instantly, needing to touch him too. Steve took your hand, covering it with his other, stroking and patting it, his eyes a warring storm of fear and relief, while Bucky held you tight, 

“Okay, baby, let’s breathe together. You remember how we breathe when we’re scared?” Daddy asked, looking down at you, his tone a bit calmer now. You could see he was still struggling too, and that gave you the nudge to be brave enough to breathe together. You nodded. “We can do it. We’ll do it together, Daddy and Baby. Okay, here we go. Breathe in.” You two locked eyes and breathed in, Bucky counting as he inhaled. “One, two, three, four,” he said on the air, then nodded at you. You held your breath with him as his lips moved, counting to four again, but not letting any air out. “Breathe out, one, two, three, four, five, six,” Bucky said, keeping his eyes locked on you while you went through the exercise together. He silently counted to six as you held your breath again. You went through the cycle three times together, feeling better and better each time. When you finished, Daddy smiled proudly at you. “I knew you could do it, Baby. Daddy loves you so much.”

“Love you too Daddy,” you said, tucking your forehead into his chest again, happy that he was okay now too. You brought Papa’s hand up to your face. “Love you too Papa.” You squeezed his fingers, pressing them in to your cheek.

“Papa loves you so much,” Steve responded, his voice tight with emotion. “Are you okay honey?” You pursed your lips for a moment, but nodded. 

“M’okay. Big peoples.”

“Yeah, that crowd was crazy, right?”

“Too loud.”

“Definitely too loud. I’m so sorry baby, that should never have happened.”

“They all go away?”

“Yeah, they’re all away now. You remember how Uncle Tony says that he can watch everybody everywhere?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, he saw on his cameras that the mean crowd was bothering us and his flying suits came to help.”

“WOW.”

“We’ll have to thank him when we get home.”

“Okay, I help.”

Both your daddies chuckled, relieved that you were starting to sound like you again. “What do you think, Baby? Do you want to go home?” Bucky asked, bouncing you a little, trying to gauge how you were feeling. 

“Um,” you said. Now that you were over the fear, you weren’t QUITE ready to be back inside just yet. “We look at duckies please?” The men exchanged a quick look, checking in with each other, before they turned back to you, smiling. 

“Okay, Trouble, we will go look at the ducks,” Bucky said softly, before placing a kiss on your forehead. “Good manners.” He stood up and was about to tell you that you were only staying at the park if he carried you for the rest of the day, but the iron grip you had on his tee shirt and the way your legs locked around his waist let him know that you had no intention of being set down, anyways. He pressed another kiss into your hair. 

They walked to a quieter section by the water, grinning and laughing as you insisted on pointing to each and every duck, naming them one by one. After about ten minutes, Steve got a pedicab to get you all back to the street so you wouldn’t have to walk through all the people again. You’d made a full recovery by the time you all got back to Avengers’ Tower, babbling excitedly about all the ducky friends you’d made today and making plans to bring them bread tomorrow.

But Bucky still didn’t set you down for the rest of the evening. And you were okay with that. 

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is it possible to request Rafe (and JJ if you want!) with a depressed little?

recently I’ve had not motivation to do thing and just lay in bed. I’m even failing to take care of myself so I NEED a Rafe with a little like that

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"C'mon, cupcake, let's just go to the beach for a bit or wherever you want." JJ coaxes you to come out of bed for the third time already, rubbing a hand gently up and down your arm.

"No wanna..." You mumble, burying your face further into the pillow, clinging onto your stuffie. "Jus wanna s'eep."

His shoulders slump at that. "Okay, I'll be back in a minute." He sighs, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead before getting up from the bed and out into the hallway where Rafe - who also already tried to get you out of bed - is leaning against the wall right next to the door, watching JJ close the door softly.

"And?" He asks, nibbling on his thumb, only receiving a shake of the blonde's head. "A'ight..."

"What do we do now?" JJ questions, running a hand through his hair. "She's like a whole other person."

"It's just because she's off meds, her doctor isn't available 'til next week. So, all we can do is be there for her and- and help her out. Like always." Rafe breathes out, to which JJ nods.

You're obviously still in bed when the door opens again, now sucking on a pacifier as both your boys come into the room, having gentle yet concerned smiles on their faces as they approach the bed.

"Hey, baby. You feeling a little sleepy today?" Rafe asks, smoothing some of your hair behind your ear as you nod slowly. "That's fine. How about a shower, huh? Could make you feel a little better."

Again - as to everything they suggested by now - you shake your head, messing a bit with the ear of your stuffie.

"No? Well, how about a bath then? You don't gotta do a thing, we'll handle everything, yeah?" He then suggests, waiting patiently for you to decide.

When you eventually agree he carefully scoops you up into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom while JJ gets you a fresh set of clothes to put on afterwards.

Rafe keeps you in his hold the whole time until he's able to lower you into the bathtub filled with warm water and some bubbles, reaching out to grab the custom made pacifier from your mouth but you instantly whine, turning your hand away.

"Shh, okay, you can keep it. I just didn't want it to get wet and lose some of the gems." He assures you, waiting for JJ to come hold your head up in a comfortable position because it seems you don't feel like moving at all today.

It takes a while but soon you're back out of the tub, sitting on JJ's lap as Rafe gets you dressed again, both being as gentle as they can be.

JJ is then the one to carry you back into the bedroom, setting you down on the bed and making sure you're tucked in comfortably, being his usual cheeky self to make you smile even just a tiny bet.

Rafe meanwhile prepares some sandwiches and sippy with juice for you, knowing you haven't consumed anything since you woke up and it's almost 3 pm.

Thankfully they managed to get you to eat a few bites and at least half of your sippy before settling on each side of you for some peaceful cuddles.

Rafe is spooning you from behind, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you close while JJ's facing you, tracing his fingers from your shoulder to your elbow and back up.

The boys chatted over whatever, occasionally bickering but keeping it lightly with you present. That's until they hear you start to sniffle all of a sudden, quickly turning their attention back to you.

"Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong?" JJ asks, propping himself up a bit to place a hand on your cheek, caressing your skin with his thumb.

You can feel Rafe's hold around you tightening a fraction at your emotional distress, now sitting up a bit as well to look over your shoulder. "Talk with us..."

"I-i...m'sowwy." You sob, burying your face in your plushie, not even knowing what you're apologizing for right now, just feeling overwhelmed with those giant feelings in such a small headspace.

"What are you sorry for, button?" JJ questions, watching you shrug, still hiding your face from them.

"Is- s'jus a lot..." You sniffle pitifully.

Rafe understands immediately, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple. "It's okay, I get it. All those feelings are just too big for you right now."

You nod at that, curling into yourself a bit, feeling the boys wrapping you in their arms, calming down from their mixed scents and calm beating of their hearts in the quiet room.

Despite the storm going on inside you, you feel protected and loved, all thanks to the only two people in your life who don't push you away for how you feel and hold you safely in their arms even when their relationship with each other isn't the greatest yet they only care about your well-being than over their own comfort.

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rafe hates it when your cats wake him up but you love it

Lolita, the sleek black cat, stretched languidly, her claws extending and retracting with a soft, satisfying click on the hardwood floor. She blinked her emerald eyes, then fixed her gaze on the lump under the comforter. It shifted, a muffled groan escaping. Perfect.

Lolita launched herself onto the bed, landing with a gentle thump on Rafe's chest. He grumbled, trying to swat her away, but she was too quick. She began kneading his chest, her purrs rumbling like a tiny, contented engine.

"Lolita, get off," Rafe mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

Undeterred, Lolita began her morning ritual. She nudged his chin, then began licking his cheek, the rough rasp of her tongue a surprisingly effective alarm clock. Rafe groaned again, finally cracking an eye open.

"Fine, fine, I'm up," he grumbled, pushing himself into a sitting position.

Lolita hopped off his chest, landing gracefully on the bedside table, where she began grooming herself with meticulous precision. Rafe watched her, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. He glanced at the clock – 6:30 AM. Too early.

He looked over at the other side of the bed, where a form was still buried under the covers. A soft giggle escaped.

"You think this shit funny huh? Did you put her up to this?" Rafe grumbled, his voice still rough with sleep.

"Maybe," came the muffled reply, followed by another giggle.

Rafe sighed, a smile now spreading across his face. He knew he should be annoyed, but the truth was, he couldn't stay mad. He loved Lolita, even when she was being a furry, purring alarm clock. And he loved the way his girlfriend found it so amusing.

"You're lucky you're cute," he said to Lolita, who responded with a slow blink.

He knew he'd complain about being woken up early, but deep down, he wouldn't have it any other way.

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Okay, so I had a silly thought. And no pressure to do it, I don’t even know if you’re taking requests lol. But if you are what about sister or daughter reader who wakes Rafe up in the middle of the night because she peed in her dream? I feel like he would be so upset, but then as soon as he saw the tears in her eyes he tells her that it’s okay and that he’s not mad and it’s not her fault and just like reassuring her and stuff like that, and then gives her a bath and gets her all cleaned up, then let’s her sleep in the bed with him?

Rafe groans tiredly when he feels something poke his cheek repeatedly, clumsily using his hand to wipe away what bothers him from his peaceful slumber only to hear a familiar whine.

"Daddy..." You whimper, reaching up to open his eyelids with your fingers gently. "Daddy, up."

He grunts, finally catching your wrist in his hand and pulling it away from his face as he cracks an eye open, glancing at the alarm clock on his nightstand.

3:27am. Fucking hell.

"Why are you up, kid?" He rasps, pinching the bridge of his nose as he starts to wake up some more.

You frown, shuffling on your feet nervously as you're embarrassed to tell him why you woke him up in the first place. "I-I hads ta go potty..."

"And?" He looks back at you, lifting an eyebrow in confusion.

"Mmm...I-I dids in bed." You mumble, now feeling ashamed of yourself. "M'sowwy-"

"Goddamnit- not again." He groans, throwing his head back against the pillow, regretting that he caved in when you begged him to go sleep without a nappy because you're 'a big girl now!'.

He should have listened to the doubt in his head but he just wanted to get you to bed finally and it seemed like the fastest way to just give in.

You feel even worse now, the tears falling before you can stop them and a sob forcing its way out. "I s-sowwy, daddy."

At the sounds of your sobs Rafe finally sits up in his bed with a sigh, throwing his legs over the edge as he turns on the lamp on his nightstand to see you better, his heart aching at the sight of your distraught state and the way you make grabby hands for him.

"It's- it's okay, c'mon, let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" He says softly, cupping your face he leans down to press a kiss to the top of your head before he stands up, grabbing your little hand in his and leading you to his bathroom.

He quickly gets the bath set, getting you out of your soiled pajamas before lifting you into the tub, handing you one of your ducks and leaves you alone for a moment to get fresh set of clothes for you, not bothering to change your bedsheets as he'll deal with that tomorrow.

When he come back he sighs at the way you still have your head bowed in shame. "Hey..." He kneels back down beside the bathtub, placing a finger under your chin so you meet his gaze. "I'm not mad at you, not at all. I'm really proud of you for coming to me. You're still my big girl."

You sniffle a little. "Weally?"

"Yeah, you are, I swear." He smiles at you and it makes one finally form on your face as well, feeling him wipe the few tears away that cling to your skin.

After you're all clean and dressed in a pajama again together with a nappy Rafe picks you up, cradling you against as he makes his way towards his bed, your plushie already waiting for you as well as a spare pacifier. "You can sleep in daddy's bed tonight."

You wriggle in his arms slightly with happiness, loving the rare nights where you get to cuddle with him all night and you even got him all to yourself because Sofia isn't here for the night like she usually is.

Rafe carefully throws you onto the bed, chuckling at the way you giggle and roll on the sheets to get comfortable in the middle, sliding in beside you and making sure you're tucked in after you snuggle against his chest, kissing your forehead. "G'night, sweetheart."

"Nigh nigh, daddy...luv you." You mumble into his shirt, grabbing onto it with your hands and let him slip your pacifier in your mouth.

"I love you more..."

[daisyducky05]

Hi, I saw that you wanted requests, and one popped into my head. When my brother was younger, my mum had just taken him out of the bath and put his pajamas on him. My mum went to do something, and when she came back, my brother had climbed back into the bath FULLY CLOTHED. I was wondering if you could do something like this, but with Rafe and toddler!reader?

Take your time, and don't rush yourself. Love your work 💓

Rafe shouldn't have let you roam around the yard by yourself, knowing you would only get dirty everywhere and since he's on babysitting duty he's now the one to give you a bath.

Luckily you seem to be in a good mood today, making it easy for him to get you into the bathtub, handing you a few toys to distract you before he starts to wash you.

"Jeez, how would get this dirty?" He complains, but you're own world right now, babbling to your rubber duckies as you splash around happily, not noticing the way you get your brother drenched with the dirty water.

With what Rafe struggles a little is washing your hair, trying his best to not let get any shampoo in your eyes but you keep squirming and going underwater during your mermaid play.

"Kid, hold still." He groans after pulling you over the surface for the second time, finally managing to shampoo your hair thoroughly.

After rinsing your hair with water he's about to lift you out of the tub only to lift a brow when you start to whine.

"Wanna be mermaid!" You pout after being set down on the bathroom mat, crossing your little arms over your chest to which Rafe just chuckles.

"You've been in there long enough, look." He takes one of your hands, showing you how shriveled up it is. "They look like raisins, meaning you've been in the water for too long."

You huff but let him dry you off with a fluffy towel. Soon you're dressed in a pajama with a bluey print on it.

"Damnit, I forgot your socks. Stay here I'll go get them." He sighs as he stands up straight from his kneeling position to go and retrieve your socks from your room.

You stand there, eyeing the still full bathtub. Suddenly you get an idea, smiling with determination as you clumsily climb back into the tub, giggling loudly as you're able to pretend being a mermaid again.

"You really got too many clothes for a 3 year- what the hell!" Rafe stops himself mid sentence when he comes back into the room and sees you in the water again fully clothed. "You've got to be kidding me..."

"Oh, this is just amazing." Wheezie laughs behind him, her phone already out and recording the scene. "TikTok is gonna love this."

Rafe glares at her. "If you post this, I swear I'll throw your phone into the pool." He threatens her, now attempting to lift you out again despite your struggling.

"You're no fun. I'll send this in the family group then." She says, walking off again instead of helping her brother.

"Wheezie!" He calls after her, now looking down at you who's simply smiling up at him while the water keep dripping down onto the floor. "You owe me for this one."

"Mermaid!"

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tips on how to pack an age regression bag 🌦️🌷

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