#daddy!stucky fluff

[stevesbestgirl]

It is so damn cute watching the other littlest look after the little baby reader.

Like the one with the football game. How little Peter looks after her. That was adorable!!! I couldn’t stop smiling.

I do like how they regress to a younger age.

Would love to see more little baby reader with more cute scenes with her daddies but also the other littles and caretakers.

Headphones put on her when it gets loud. Maybe at a gala and telling a loud douche to be quiet. (Badarse scary protective mom Nat).

Please please would you write more protective badarse stucky.

How would all the avengers especially stucky and maybe even the other littlest react if the baby reader was taken? After all the others are littles but still heroes while baby doesn’t have any powers (or does she) ;) 😂. Seriously though imagine the littles all finding out baby has been taken and then the door where the others are opens and the littles are no long littles but pissed off Loki. Scarlett witch , Spider-Man etc.

So sorry for writing so much. Just really love your fics. Can’t wait for any more you write. I hope you have a lovely day 🌸

Ohmygosh, this is so sweet, please don't apologize! I love hearing what people like about Their Girl 🥰🥰

I don't usually do requests, but your ideas are great and I got a little inspired ❤️

Safe

Daddy!Stucky x little!f!reader

2989 Words

Warnings: brief swearing, crybaby reader (as always), sfw age regression

In the early days, you never left the compound; your daddies were protective. They didn't want anything bad to happen to you- or for you to run into someone who might recognize you; that could be just as damaging to all the work they'd done to make you happy.

But eventually, as trust built, they started taking you out in public. First the zoo, like they'd promised, and then other places. Soon, you were allowed to tag along when they went grocery shopping and trips to the park become normal. You even had a special day at the mall with Steve.

You trusted all of the adults to keep you safe while out and about; you remembered one of Tony's fancy parties where a man had drank so much that he was shouting, despite the soft music and low hum of chatter in the room. Bucky had only agreed to bring you to that party because Tony promised it would be quiet. But the man was determined to be heard by the pretty girl he was talking to, though she didn't seem to want to talk to him.

You knew your daddies were close by, so you tried to be brave, politely tugging on his jacket and asking him to use his inside voice. But the girl saw her opportunity to leave, disappearing while his back was turned and then he got annoyed.

"Who brought a fuckin' kid to this party?" he called out to the room, making you shrivel beneath all the attention he was drawing. "Honestly, can't a guy even get laid-"

It wasn't Bucky, or even Steve, who marched over and put themselves between the two of you, it was Natasha. "You need to tone it down."

The man had smirked, giving her an obvious look up and down, "That's not the only thing that could stand to go down." He clearly thought himself quite smooth.

When she didn't fall down at his feet, he added, "Why? This yours?" He tipped his chin derisively at you, scorn plain in his tone. You winced; you didn't understand why he was being so mean, but you knew he was.

"She's not the problem here." You knew Natasha's warning voice well enough to recognize it, but this man was either too drunk, too stupid, or too distracted by her pretty face to notice.

"She's a problem for me." He reached in your direction, like he was going to push you away, drawing a resigned sigh from Nat.

Natasha caught his arm, twisting it to a funny angle and making the man cry out, "Then I guess I'm your problem too."

By then, Steve had noticed, steering you away and shielding you from the ruckus, but you peeked out just in time to see Nat take the man down, not even mussing her hair. Steve stayed close for the rest of the night, thinking you were traumatized, but you were really in awe of Natasha. Looking at your daddies, it was obvious they could protect you. But Natasha was much tougher than she looked and she hadn't hesitated to step in to keep you safe.

You had murmured a shy thank you to her later in the evening, to which she smiled, "Of course, dovey. We take care of our kids, don't we?" She'd kissed your forehead and you realized that you were part of their family; they would all take care of you, just like they did their own babies.

The adults had collectively decided that taking more than one baby out at a time warranted at least two caregivers. They weren't taking risks with such precious cargo after all.

Generally, things went smoothly. Surprisingly, Loki was the one who tended to get into trouble when out and about, but you were still very grateful to be allowed; you weren't about to rock the boat now. Not that good intentions would keep you out of trouble.

You hadn't meant to wander off in the store, but it wasn't like you went out often- you'd forgotten how easy it was to get swept up in the crowd. Especially with Thor and Tony as chaperones; Thor's supervision wasn't quite as comprehensive as many of the others and Tony tended to get distracted by Peter. It wasn't until you were shuffled away from the group, distracted by the pretty backpacks on display, that you realized they were gone.

Looking up from a sequined one you'd been admiring, you realized you were all alone. You'd always heard that you should stay put when you were lost, but that seemed kind of silly. After all, you knew you'd been with the group back by the clothing, so you shouldered the backpack you wanted and made your way back there.

But there was no sign of any of them. And now you were a little scared; when was the last time you were alone outside the compound? Just asking yourself the question unearthed the faint memory of your nightmares, which hadn't plagued you for quite a while now.

With a whimper, you climbed inside the clothing rack; it was stuffed full and provided excellent cover for someone who didn't want to get grabbed by a stranger. You camped out among the clothes for a few minutes- only long enough to realize that if someone had come back to look for you, they wouldn't know you were here. So you cautiously climbed out, keeping an eye out for any kidnappers.

You waited again, but what if they'd come to check for you while you were hiding? You might have missed them. Or what if they hadn't even noticed you were gone? What if they left without you?

You knew you shouldn't go out in the parking lot alone; you were supposed to hold someone's hand. You weren't even sure you remembered where the van was parked. But the little voice in your head insisted that if you weren't by the car when they came out, they would leave you behind.

Looking carefully both ways, you took a step into the lot, but you were quickly pulled back, an unfamiliar voice barking, "Where do you think you're going?"

Wheeling around, you were gazing at a grumpy-looking security guard whose badge read "Bennett." Locating your voice, however muted, you answered, "I got lost."

"Mm. And I take it you were going to pay for that bag too?" He didn't sound particularly accommodating.

"I don't have any money, but-"

"I thought so," he grunted. "Come with me."

Far be it from you to argue with a security guard; your daddies had told you to be wary of strangers, but there were no other grown ups around. So you tearfully followed Officer Bennett back inside and through a set of double doors. Behind those, everything was gray and dirty- it wasn't pretty like the rest of the store. But he kept walking, towing you firmly by the arm until you were in a tiny security office.

Entranced by the wall of TVs, you forgot you were in trouble until he snapped his fingers, "Sit down." You dropped into the chair against the wall.

He stood while you sat, hands planted on his hips, looking down his nose at you; he thought you were a thief. But nothing you said made a difference; he had an answer to everything, a way you could have been lying. He started asking for your information: your name, your birthday, where you lived. But you knew you weren't supposed to tell him those. So you told him that.

"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."

His face twisted into a mocking sneer, "You've got to be kidding me."

Missing the sarcasm, you shook your head earnestly, "I promise I wasn't tryin' to steal-"

"I don't want to hear it. Unless you're going to tell me your name, I don't want to hear a peep out of you."

Intimidated by his bad attitude and his badge, you went quiet. You sat in the uncomfy, wooden chair, kicking your feet and watching the security cameras. You were compliantly quiet, at least until you saw a familiar face on one of the many screens. "Wanda!"

"That your name?"

"No, but-"

"Don't care then."

"But-"

"Shut up."

Surprised, you replied again, voice thick, "That's mean."

"Don't care." He turned back to his computer, making a pointed effort to ignore your sniffles and hiccups as they became more and more pronounced.

You debated about running away, but you weren't super like everyone else; you couldn't do anything. The small amount of relief granted by the knowledge that they hadn't left you behind- at least, not yet- didn't comfort you in the face of utter helplessness.

You tried to stay quiet while you cried, finding Wanda on the cameras again. You could at least keep an eye on her. Wanda looked right into the camera and you wanted to believe that she saw you, but you knew that wasn't how cameras worked. You watched her lean over and mutter something to Peter, who, in turn, whispered something in Loki's ear. You couldn't see Tony or Thor on the screen anywhere.

You did a quick scan of the other monitors for the grown ups and when you returned to Wanda's, she was gone and so were the others. You'd lost them.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat before speaking, "What's gonna happen to me?"

"Don't know."

"Am I goin' to jail?" Would Steve and Bucky be able to find you if you got arrested?

"Maybe." He sounded like he was entertaining the idea.

That prompted you to cry in earnest- you didn't want to go to jail. You could usually admit when you'd done something wrong, but everything that had happened today was an accident. You were a good girl.

Your internal monologue cut short at a knock on the door. With a heavy grunt, Officer Bennett heaved himself out of his chair and opened it, positioning himself between you and the other side, so you couldn't see past him. Whatever he saw on the other side gave him pause, then he slipped through the gap in the door and closed it behind him.

You were alone in the security office. And Officer Bennett had left his cell phone on the desk.

You scrambled over and were amazed that he didn't have a passcode on it. You remembered Steve complaining about how tedious it was to change that setting. Figuring it was an old man thing, you thanked your lucky stars and managed to open a text chat.

It had been a long time since you used a cell phone for anything other than games or taking pictures and even those typically had Steve or Bucky over your shoulder, telling you what to do. The last time you'd owned a cell phone, holo-screen tech didn't even exist.

You did, however, know your daddies' phone numbers by heart. They were now well versed in positive reinforcement. So you'd gotten a canopy for your bed in return for reeling off their phone numbers without any mistakes after weeks of practice and positive encouragement.

You dialed those numbers with shaky fingers, glancing over your shoulder to make sure the door was still closed. You weren't good at texting, though you dimly remembered being good at it once.

You typed out, "Help." "Scared." You wanted to type "officer," but you couldn't spell it, so you backpedaled, breaths coming faster as fear of being caught settled over your shoulders. You typed the name of the store instead and sent it, even though you knew you'd spelled it wrong.

And then you remembered to send your name as the doorknob rattled, so you only typed half and hit send before tossing the phone back down on the desk and getting back in your chair. You were barely seated when the door opened and an irritated-looking Officer Bennett shuffled back in, still carefully blocking your view. Once the door was closed, he clicked the lock.

He turned around to sit back down and noticed his phone- not even close to where he left it. Slowly turning his head to face you, he asked low, "Did you-"

You were trembling in your seat, but he cut off sharply, head turning to stare at the doorknob, which had started glowing with odd, red light. You were close enough that you could hear the faint clicking of metal on metal.

He looked at you, "What are you doing?" His face paled further as an eerie green glow seemed to seep in through the cracks around the door, "S-stop!"

He shrieked and you ducked your head as the door burst open and hit the wall with a crash. You suspected it had cracked the cement wall behind it.

Tentatively peeking out from under your hands, you squinted at the dust that had come loose at the impact floating through the air. Then Loki stumbled inside, closely followed by Peter and Wanda.

Loki ignored the terrified Officer Bennett, straightening indignantly, "Don't push."

Wanda rolled her eyes, "You were the one who had to be first." She smirked at him, "Feels good to save the day, doesn't it?"

"Why don't you-"

"Guys?" You finally found your voice, though it was still thin and trembling.

"We came to save you," Peter piped up.

"By the gods, what you have you three done?" Thor's voice echoed over Wanda's shoulder, just out of your sight.

Then Tony's voice, "It's bad enough I have to pay these insurance premiums when there's a crisis, now I can't even do my shopping without something getting broken?" You couldn't tell if he was serious or joking.

Tony ushered the others out, extending an arm to you, still in your seat, "C'mon kid, let me sort this out." You hesitantly stood, waiting for the guard to stop you, but it seemed like Officer Bennett was in shock because only Tony spoke, "That's it, come on. Let's get you out of there."

He steered you out of the office and back into the main store with Thor, who hoisted you off the ground and onto his hip, "Trouble always seems to find you, doesn't it, little one?"

You stared at him, suddenly nervous, "Am I in trouble?"

"No, you aren't in trouble. Don't worry, the grown ups are handling it."

Ten minutes later, you were all back in the car. Your backpack had been paid for and was in the trunk with the other bags. Your carseat was in the back row, as Peter's occupied the middle. Loki was in the backseat with you and Wanda in the middle with Peter.

You kept your voice low, hoping Tony and Thor wouldn't hear over the classic rock playing on the radio, "Thanks for saving me." You left a pause before admitting, "I was really scared."

Wanda surprised you by rolling her eyes, "Of course we would never let anyone take you away. You're our friend."

"We love you, pretty girl," Peter added, the only one who was very free with that particular word.

You glanced at Loki, who looked almost guilty, giving you a reluctant nod, his cheeks flushed silver.

You smiled and nodded, settling back into your seat and contemplating a nap. But Tony pulled off the highway early, stopping at a little diner. You were allowed to unbuckle yourself, so you climbed out of the van with the others, staying close by while Tony got Peter out too.

"Uncle Tony, are we having dinner?" Wanda chirped.

"I was thinking about it, but if you guys aren't hungry-"

Wanda took the bait, "I am! But what about Mommy?"

"You can bring something back for her, sound fair?"

You tugged on Tony's sleeve, "Me too?"

"You want to bring something back to Natasha?"

"Uh-uh, for my daddies."

"No need, squirt." He pointed behind you and you saw Steve and Bucky coming up the sidewalk from Steve's car parked a few spaces down.

"Papa!" You took care to get on the sidewalk before running over to them and jumping into Steve; you weren’t taking any chances on getting in trouble for running in a parking lot. But you hadn't realized how badly you needed to see them after something like that until they were there to make it better. You were safe with your friends, but things were better with your daddies around.

Steve held you like he'd had a scary afternoon too, pressing a frantic kiss to your forehead and holding your head tightly into the crook of his neck while he hugged you, "My sweet girl, are you alright?"

You nodded, "It was scary, but Wanda and Peter and Loki saved me."

Steve buried another kiss in your cheek, "Lucky for that security guard they did, or he would've had to deal with me-"

"Steve, it's done. Tony handled it," Bucky reminded him.

Steve grunted his understanding, a sure sign he disagreed but couldn't be bothered to argue; he had his baby back now.

Bucky leaned in to kiss your forehead too, "Let's get you something to eat, hm? Being a felon is hungry work- I'd know."

Steve rolled his eyes and Bucky grinned. Peter chimed in, reminding the three of you that everyone else was waiting, "We can get lots of food, my daddy is paying."

Thor cheered, which prompted Wanda and Peter to copy him, drawing a laugh from Steve.

"You know Pete, I'm starting to think you're only here for my money."

Peter's indignant reply was the beginning of another tangent, leading to more teasing and more laughter. And as you sat in a too-small booth, sitting on Steve's lap and blowing straw wrappers at Wanda and Loki, you realized that your bad day, as with all the bad days that had come before it, wasn't worth remembering because you were the happiest you could ever remember being.

[pahtoosh]

clingy Baba

[image ID: a gif of Bucky smiling and laughing made by tumblr user RansomFlanagan. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~600 words

warnings: lots of touch! Baba may have a little 🤏 problem but he’s not going to do anything about it🤭

a/n: this is inspired by the piece Attached at the Hip by @angelbaby-fics ! please go read it and support the incredible writer, Chloe! (love you Chloe☺️ mwah mwah)

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader(mostly bucky hehe) Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky

summary: a couple times where your baba’s clinginess got the best of him

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Both of your daddies loved cuddling and kissing you at every chance. Steve exercised some restraint. He wouldn’t disturb you if you were totally focused on something and often looked for you to initiate some sort of touch. Bucky, on the other hand, did not hold back. Ever.

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Baba often interrupted you while you were coloring. Sometimes it’d be okay and you would return his kiss or be so distracted that you didn’t even notice. Other times..

*kiss*

“Baba! I was colorin’ dat”

“Oh, sorry baby!” He kissed you a few more times on the cheek as an apology. “Baba’s sorry I messed up your coloring.”

“Hmph. Da lines are all messed up.” You crossed your arms and frowned at him.

Bucky wouldn’t crack under the pressure of the best interrogators in shield, but he melted at one scornful look from you.

“What can Baba do, huh?” He sat on the floor and enveloped you in his arms. Another kiss to your head. “How can we make this little baby happy again?”

As much as Bucky was soothed from your touch, you were soothed from his too.

“It’s okay, Baba. Know it was a accident.” You pressed a kiss to his jaw.

Bucky whooped and jumped up with you still in his arms. “I’m forgiven!” He continued cheering and tossing you in the air and catching you.

You laughed gleefully. Steve, who was watching you before Bucky came in, smiled and shook his head at his two silly loves.

Bucky saw the movement from the corner of his eye. He caught you in his arms one more time.

“Uh oh, looks like Dada’s missin’ out.” He whispered. “Are you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”

You nodded before shouting, “Kiss attaaack!”

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Steve had just put you down for a nap. He cuddled you to your heart’s content and carefully snuck out of bed when you were fully asleep. As much as he’d love to nap with you, he had some chores to do and he knew it’d be good for you to become an independent sleeper.

About twenty minutes later, he went to check on you and started to worry when he saw your door cracked open. Steve always shut the door for your naps to keep out the noise. He set down the broom and ran to your door only to find Bucky removing you from your blanket cocoon. It took your Dada at least five minutes to perfect that cocoon.

Bucky hummed while he situated you in his arms.

“Hmm, hmm someday I’ll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.”

“Buck. They’re sleeping.”

Baba had the nerve to look offended at Steve’s presence. He covered one of your ears with his free hand.

“I know that, keep your voice down.”

“Why are you singing a lullaby?”

“They love Over the Rainbow, it helps them sleep.”

“Okay but they didn’t need help sleeping if they were already asleep, right?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes and turned around, continuing to sing softly and sway with you in his arms.

While he wanted to stay true to his caregiver instincts, Steve had to admit that it looked pretty cozy getting to hold you like that. He joined Bucky’s humming and wrapped his arms around his lover’s waist as they both rocked side to side with you.

Still fully asleep, a small smile appeared on your face. Even while unconscious, you knew that you were safe and so loved.

[angelbaby-fics]

Attatched At The Hip

Word Count: 660

A/N: ahh this was just some rambly thoughts about bucky that kinda turned into a fic? i don't love how i ended it so maybe i'll revisit this in a little bit when my computer is fixed but i couldn't resist posting it already because i just. guys i love bucky so much and i just wanna tlk about him all the time. lol. so yeah this is just some bucky fluff that i hope you guys enjoy 💕

That’s what Steve always teased that you and Bucky were, attached at the hip. If you could spend the rest of your life anywhere in the whole world, it would be cradled in Bucky’s left arm, held safely and firmly against his side. It wasn’t a matter of favoritism, you loved your daddy just as dearly as your Baba, and you were always eager and excited for hugs and kisses from the great Captain America. You and Bucky had a deep bond just between the two of you, one that Steve respected and understood, and being constantly held was mutually beneficial for that bond: you were always able to be soothed and cared for whenever your heart desired it, and Bucky was persistently reminded that he was loved, safe, and doing good by you. 

Plus, it helped that his metal arm never, ever got tired. 

That’s how you found yourself now, cradled into Bucky’s side and perched upon his muscular thigh in the Avengers compound briefing room. Usually when a meeting was called, you’d be left with whichever caregiver didn’t have to attend that day, or you got to go to daycare if both were recruited that day. This time, however, you were still fast asleep on Bucky’s chest where you’d decided to take your nap that day when he got the meeting alert. Steve was off that day and offered to take care of you while Bucky was busy, but the thought of rousing you from your most peaceful state made both their hearts ache, so along you came. 

Coos of adoration had echoed through the meeting room when Bucky entered with you, but he politely shushed his coworkers. The goal was to keep you asleep for as much of the meeting as possible, knowing that as soon as you woke up you’d want a bottle, and that waking up in a strange room would probably send you into a tantrum anyways. Fortunately, with Bucky’s enhanced hearing, he was able to sit in the far back of the room with you and still hear everything being said. 

The change in location from the couch all the way to the briefing room only caused you to stir the tiniest bit, Bucky’s even breaths keeping you rooted in your slumber as the meeting commenced. At one point, Thor let out a raucous laugh, and you seemed to react in your sleep, flexing your fingers at the sound of your friend, but not even the excitement at the thought of playtime could outweigh the comfort you felt in Bucky’s arms. He ran his right hand across your back, soothing you back into dreamland for the rest of the meeting, and you only finally awoke as everybody was saying their goodbyes and Bucky stood up to leave.

Maybe it was because you’d already napped for over two hours, maybe it was the shift of energy in the room as all the Avengers were now free to shake off work mode and socialize with each other. You lifted your heavy head from Bucky’s shoulder and blearily looked around, half open eyes taking in the fact that you were not at home and instead in an area of the compound you rarely had reason to visit. Seeing all your Avenger friends together in this location, you put two and two together, grabbing tightly onto Bucky’s shirt as you looked up at him with worry. 

“Baba gotta go to a meeting now?” You asked, still fragile from your nap and not wanting to give up the comfort of your caretaker’s embrace. But Bucky only chuckled. 

“Doll, I already went to the meeting, you slept through it!”

“I did?” You questioned with genuine surprise, in disbelief that you’d done such a thing.

“Sure did, angel. Did you have a good nap?” “Uh huh!” You nodded. “I had a dream… I was playin’ wif Thor.” 

You smiled to yourself, recalling the way you’d heard him laugh even in your slumber. 

[romanestuffsposts]

can you please do a daddy!bucky playtime where the little!reader is jumping on his bed and he tickles them and the little!reader starts to get sleepy so he feeds them a bottle/changes their diaper and has a nap with them???

Hi there love! 💜

Of course I can that’s so lovely!! 🩷

I’m so sorry it took times to be out but I hope you like how I write your beautiful request ☀️

Lot’s of loveeee 🎀💕

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Warnings : tickles, laughters, giggles, pet names, playful, tease, bottle, paci, cuddles, kisses, happy morning

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Little!Reader

Summary : A playful but sleepy morning with Daddy

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It’s rare that you’re up before your Daddies. You always sleep until one of them come to wake you up. But apparently, today is different.

It’s been two days now that your Papa is on a mission in Poland so it’s just you and your Daddy for the whole week end- well now for one more day.

Your Daddy probably didn’t closed the curtain all the way down like you usually do so the morning sun woke you up because of that.

No matter how hard you tried to fall back asleep you couldn’t because of the sun, so now you’re walking toward your Daddy’s room. You hate being up when everyone else is asleep.

You quietly open his bedroom door and walk toward his bed as discreetly as you can- which means not discreetly at all. Your Daddy heard you coming when you were still in the hallway, he patiently wait with a small smile on his lips as he hears your little footsteps on the floor.

He feels you claiming in the bed and seconds later you’re jumping on his bed with all the strength you have. Your jumping right beside him with loud laughters as you keep screaming that it’s time to wake up because the sun is there.

Your Daddy fakes a groan ‘’baby it’s not because the sun is there that it’s the time to wake up’’ he fakes whine to play along.

You giggle louder ‘’of couse it is’’ You keep jumping while your Daddy had his back toward you. In one seconds, he turns around, grabs your ankle and make you fall.

He hold your legs in his arm and suddenly runs his fingers up your legs toward your belly ‘’you wanna laugh ? I’ll give you something to laugh about’’ He attacks your ticklish belly with all he can. Your laughters got louder again and you try to squirm away from him but can’t because of him.

‘’What baby ?’’ He chuckles ‘’what’s wrong ? I thought we were having fun here’’ he smirks at your reactions.

He moves toward your sides and change between your sides and ribs ‘’where are your ticklish spot ?’’ He wonders ‘’huh ?’’ He tilts his head

Your try to move his hands away and he takes that opportunity to attacks your underarms that were exposed for a second ‘’you don’t wanna help me finding out ?’’ He questions ‘’alright, i’m a big guy, I can find by myself’’

‘’You were laughing pretty hardly when I was on your little belly here’’ he says while wiggling the tip of his fingers on your belly. He hummed while looking at you ‘’where didn’t I try ?’’

‘’Oh! Here’’ he squeezes your thigh, taking you by surprise, causing you to yell. He chuckles at your reaction ‘’waaa look at that! That was pretty deep’’

He go down on your knee, he doesn’t have the same reaction but is still happy of what he got. Even if you’re less ticklish at some spots you’re still are in general.

He lightly wiggles his fingers down your legs until he reaches you little feet that are trapped by him. ‘’Oh! Found another one ?’’

You try to kick your foot away as he spiders your sole and toes like never. ‘’I’m happy with what I found out. I often forgot how ticklish you are until Papa and I tickle you again’’ he chuckles ‘’it’s so much fun, really. Love it’’ he winks ‘’and love you of course’’ he says stopping his attacks to kiss your little nose.

You take deep breath making him chuckle ‘’you wanted to wake me up, you paid for it’’

‘’A little sleepy now, aren’t we ?’’ He notices your eyes and guess by himself. You never wake up that early so you didn’t had all your hours of sleep, it was just minutes before you start to get sleepy. Your Daddy just accelerated the process.

He grabs the bottle of milk he has in his nightstand- in case you ever need one at night, and once it’s warm enough, he gave it to you. He lies back down and you rest against his arm, by his side while you drink calmly. Your Daddy stroke your belly while he waits.

He ended up holding the bottle for you because it start to get heavy with the sleepiness that takes over. Once it’s empty, he drops it beside the bed and roll the cover above you. When he looks down at you he sees your eyes close and sleepy breath leaving your sweet lips.

He smiles and kisses your forehead before sliding your paci in your mouth ‘’sweet dreams, my beautiful girl’’

[shadfanfic]

You shouldn’t have done it papa! 

 Daddy! stucky x little! Reader

Summary: you trusted them but they betrayed you

Warnings:fluff!! At first and the end, mention of needless, mention of reader have to get some stitches, crying, yelling, cursing, reader has Trypanophobia but no one knew, didn’t edit it

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Sorry! It got short but I really like it! Hope u like it too! 🤍

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“that was a good meal huh?” Steve smiled down at you making you nod with big smile,  he start wiping your mouth and cheeks with a wet cloth making you throw your head back

 “Mm p-..papa nu more!" You tried to wiggle away 

“Okay here I’m done” steve said and pick you up and rub your back lovingly 

“Mm where’s daddy?” You put your head over steve shoulder and whisper steve lean so close to your ears and whisper knowing it tickles you when he whisper way too close to your ears

“in his morning run” steve whispered and start nibbling your ears and neck making you laugh super loudly “P-..PAPA!  AH

AHAHAHA-..” you closed your eyes shut and start squirming allot trying so hard to get out of his grip 

“woah woah why you screaming ?” Bucky came to the kitchen panting a bit with a smile on his face, he grabbed a cup start fulling it with water 

“i think winter is arriving and someone is not allowed to walk barefoot anymore” bucky said and you immediately put your head up 

“hey-.. no socks” you said with flushed cheeks cause you laughed allot 

“no talking back trouble” bucky raised eyebrows and squished both of y/n cheeks with one hand and kisses her nose 

“Mm please?” You gave bucky the biggest puppy eyes and he just smiled “then no walking if there’s no socks on these two feets” he smiled bigger when you nod excited that you well not walk!! Only be so close to your daddies in their lap all the time!.. 

After some hours you really regret making a deal with your daddy, it was too much .. the three of you couldn’t play hide and seek It was so boring, 

“stay here y/n! I’m getting us something to drink” bucky said and kissed your cheek hard too annoy u then got up

“Don’t wipe my kisses away” bucky warned playfully and walked away 

“daddy..” you said quietly and giggle when he looked at you “y/n?” He giggled too at your adorable giggles then you wipe his kiss and immediately got up and start running away giggling hard 

“OH YOUR IN A BIG TROUBLE! RUN FASTER” bucky acted angry and start chasing you making you giggle more “oh noho!!” you run faster for the backyard door 

“no! Sweetie!!-.. NOT THE-…!! “ steve wanted to yell but it was too late cause ur yelling took over his

“AHH!!-.. PAPA !!” You start yelling loudly and crying in pain you stepped into something sharp.

“Oh fuck!” Bucky picked you up in bridal style and hold you tightly while walking inside completely ignoring the fact that your bleeding foot is messing the floor 

“it’s inside!? How big it is?” Bucky panicked and steve just sighed shakingly and open his phone too call bruce

“Let’s go buck!” Steve said opening the door for bucky and immediately follow 

“i-..it hurts!! P-..please make it stop!” You were yelling uncontrollably making bucky hold your tighter 

“I know baby i know” bucky said with tears in his eyes cause of your crys 

since they started to be your caregivers they have never see like this, crying with so much panic and pain steve opened Bruce door without even knocking it only to find Bruce more than ready walking towards you three 

“What happened?” Bruce gently picked you up from bucky even tho you tried to fight but couldn’t cause you got dizzy all of the sudden 

“n-..no!” You hit Bruce weakly then

“Shh you gonna be okay” Bruce answered and walked with you in his arms to a bed and that’s when you start to panic

“m-..papa?…papa please i.. i wanna go” you put your hands up too your daddy and he just sighed feeling sad and worried why you were reacting like that?

“We have to wait here sweet girl” he rubbed your stomach trying to calm your sobs “d-..daddy?” You call and bucky immediately showed up “hey there beautiful” bucky smiled sadly at you “daddy p-..pick me up please I promise I’m not gonna walk but please! I wanna go! No needless please” you begged noticing Bruce get close to your feet “don’t touch me!” You looked at Bruce in his eyes really scared 

“Bruce is trying to help you” bucky rub your shoulder and you only looked up at them with teary eyes “J-..just no needles please” you said quietly and tear up more when you feel them hold you down, bucky and steve held you tightly back in the bed “sweetheart i need you to relax okay? I well give you a big reward if you lis-…” Bruce was talking but you immediately cut him off with your loud screams making everyone in shock 

“Bruce! Hurry the fuck up!” Bucky yelled so Bruce can hear him “okay okay..” Bruce started and you felt every single thing while you couldn’t move only screaming scared 

“Please!! LISTEN!-..*sob* I DONT WANNA!” You panicked and start yelling more as loud as you can 

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“Trypanophobia?…” bucky asked shocked and bruce sighed 

“how didn’t we notice?” Steve facepalmed himself and walk too the room you were in but you immediately sat up 

“No!!” You yelled at him and throw a pillow but it barely touched steve and he leaned down to pick it up 

“Leave..nu papa is mean.”you said before another sob came out since you couldn’t control it long time ago

“Let’s talk please?” Steve walked trying to get closer but you just crawled back hitting the wall behind you and it immediately made you tear up 

“sweetie you hurted your head?” He talked quietly and walk closer and open his arms you just stayed where you are crying silently flustered with how your day is going 

“shh it’s all good” steve picked you up from under your arms and hug u tightly, you immediately warp your legs around his waist and hugged him tightly 

“W-..why p..papa why d..did you m-..make him d..do it w-..why” you talked really upset and looked at him 

He rubbed your back feeling so bad and hold you tight “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean too upset you okay? But if we didn’t help you know it might have been wayyy worse puppa, i know you were scared and i know you hate needles but we had to do something about it as fast as possible” steve wiped your tears and removed your hair from your face and you listened quietly 

“how about we go get ice cream? While i give you a back ride all the time? Huh? How does that sounds?” Steve smiled at your little shy smile and you just shock your head no “I’m sorry did she just refuse an ice cream?” Bucky came out from nowhere, his eyes were red and nose too he was clearly not liking the fact that you had to face your phobia like that “daddy?” You asked and tilted your head confused why he looks so sad “I’m sorry baby i really am” he rubbed your cheek with a sad smile “daddy i not mad” you bottom lip start shaking when you realise he was crying because of you “oh doll face no more crying everything is okay” bucky took you from steve and hugged you tightly rocking you side to side gently while hushing you 

“Shh relax baby it’s all good now, you cried allot today you must be tired” daddy said and hugged you tightly making your whole body relax and you closed your eyes relaxing more as he continues to rock you until you slept deeply with comfort in your daddy’s arms 

“she slept?” Steve said and smiled down at you “we are so lucky to have such a perfect baby” bucky smiled and kisses your forehead long 

[haleyhunwritess]

OKAY have you heard of letting someone cry themselves to sleep if theyre having sleep problems and can't sleep without their caregiver😅😅? Would you be willing to write something like that for little!reader with daddy!stucky? Maybe they had a nightmare and cant sleep by themselves so steve wants to try this but bucky doesn't want to? idk if that makes sense hahaha

𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

warnings: FLUFF, mentions of nightmare and sleep problems, daddy!stucky x little!reader

a/n: I AM SO SOFT FOR THIS, I'm struggling to finish my assignment that's due tmr morning so I wanted to work on something else to get my mind off it, and what is better than stucky taking care of little!reader hahah

Ever since you had a nightmare a few weeks ago, you refused to go to sleep unless either Bucky or Steve were with you. For a few days, Steve was by your side whenever you asked him to cuddle you during nap time or bedtime. It was a good thing that their work schedule was so flexible that they could work from home sometimes and be there to take care of you. However, Steve soon realized that if they continue to do this then you would never be able to go to sleep by yourself.

Steve decided that they would start by only cuddling with you during bedtime, but for nap time they would leave after tucking you in, and if they were weren't home then you'd have to get yourself ready for nap time. Of course, Bucky didn't agree with this. He found it impossible to just let you cry it out until you fell asleep. Steve eventually convinced him by telling him they need to be sure you can take care of yourself if they ever have to leave you alone for a few days because of work or an emergency.

After a week or so, Steve noticed that whenever they weren't working from home, Bucky would always go home for lunch and then come back after an hour or so. At first, Steve thought that maybe Bucky was just checking up on you. However, he decided to check up on Bucky one day and caught him cuddling you during nap time. You were asleep and didn't need Bucky there but he wanted to stay just in case you woke up. He didn't even notice Steve until he called his name.

He groaned, getting out of bed and walking into the hallway to talk to Steve, "Look I know-"

"Bucky, I already told you she needs this."

"But what if she has a nightmare? Or what if she's hurt? Maybe it's not such a bad idea that one of us is here all the time." He shrugged, looking down at the ground.

"We're not having this discussion again." Steve mumbled, dragging him downstairs to drive him back to work.

Once they returned to work, Steve felt good about their talk on the way there. He made some good points that they need to be sure you can take care of yourself in case they're not around. He also pointed out that this might help you get over the nightmare, and perhaps get over your fear of sleeping by yourself. Bucky nodded along and agreed that those were all good points. Steve was proud of him. He didn't think Bucky would agree to this so quickly.

Steve decided that maybe they would go home early today, so he stopped by Bucky's office to get him, he wasn't there. His stuff wasn't there so maybe he already left but he never leaves without telling him so that was a bit odd. He tried to call Bucky but he didn't pick up. He decided maybe he should go home to check if he's already there.

When he got home, he noticed both you and Bucky watching a movie on the couch. You were lying down on top of him, all snuggled up while he had his arms wrapped around you. Bucky groaned as he noticed Steve standing in the living room next to them.

"Oh for God's sake Bucky, we just talked about this!" Steve exclaimed, as he picked you up.

Bucky quickly sat up and tried to explain himself, "No no it's okay, she couldn't sleep so we're just watching a movie until she feels sleepy again."

"Bucky we talked about this..." Steve carefully put you down on the ground before bending down next to you, "Hey bubba I think I saw Ellie Bunny sitting at the table by herself, why don't you go grab her for naptime, huh?"

You quickly smiled and nodded, running over to the table to grab your beloved plushie.

Steve sat down on the couch next to Bucky, groaning, "Look we can't keep doing this. She needs this."

"I can't help it, if I hear her crying I'm gonna go make sure she's okay." Bucky said, getting up from the couch to turn the TV off.

"I know you only wanna comfort her, and these mama bear instincts are adorable," Bucky opened his mouth to interrupt as soon as he heard the words 'mama bear instincts' but Steve continued "but she needs to be able to sleep by herself. She'll never be able to do that if you just keep coddling her. You think it doesn't break my heart to hear her cry and not go to her?"

"I-"

"This is for her own good, okay?" Steve sighed, getting up from the couch to help you get tucked back in for nap time.

After dinner, Steve decided that since you had Bucky next to you for nap time, maybe they could try to have you sleep on your own during bedtime. Bucky flat out refused as soon as heard the idea but Steve wouldn't budge.

Eventually, you tired yourself out from all the crying and fell asleep. Bucky decided that if he heard you crying at any point during the night then he'll bring you back to bed. Steve told him that that wouldn't be necessary.

In the middle of the night, Bucky reached over to Steve's side but found it empty. He quickly got up and walked over to your room. He quietly chuckled to himself when he noticed Steve next to you, humming softly and brushing his fingers through your hair. Steve groaned lightly as he noticed Bucky,

"What happened to-"

"Not a word. We'll discuss it tomorrow, go back to bed."

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[ace-of-gay]

Extra itty bitty

Stucky x little reader

956words

Warnings: age regression, paci, bottle, nursery,

Little names like little star, baby etc. The title daddy for bucky and dada for steve as the caregivers. Little reader is in a newborn mindset, age regression can be voluntary or involuntary if you dont understand i suggest either not reading it or educating yourself on the subject

Dont like it dont read it.

You are responsible for your own media consumption especially after a warning.

No hate will be tolerated, all hate will be deleted or even blocked

No pronouns weight or skin color mentioned

Edited to the best of my ability

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Bucky and Steve encouraged your age regression knowing it’d help you in the long run.

They’ve seen you smol from six to one and occasionally younger but never as young as you are today, from Impending stress and being stuck big for a couple of weeks they knew at some point you were going to be extra smol and possibly very emotional but they were prepared for anything.

Anything in all regards so when they woke up thus morning to you buried into Bucky's side, mouth agape and paci fallen somewhere between your body and his.

Seeing you little and all cuddled up to one of your daddies stole their hearts, they both absolutely cherished it so very much.

Bucky tried to get up carefully not to nudge or shift you but the slightest feeling of movement woke you up with a gasp, before your chin started to wobble and a wail broke from you.

Eyes clenched shut, arms haphazardly flailing outward to find such comfort you had before.

It clicked quickly to both of them that you weren’t just smol, you felt tiny, equal to a newborn.

Bucky out of fear of hurting you hesitated eyes big in shock, he was prepared but he had no idea how to care for you in a newborn mindset, if you’re going to have bigger needs or if your likes and dislikes would be the same.

In the few seconds he was in shock Steve had crossed the room to Bucky’s side of the bed, softly cooing to help calm you, picking you up making sure to support your head he smiles to himself, swaying side to side to soothe you.

"Hey little star, did daddy’s startle you while getting up hmm? That’s okay, he didn't mean too"

Swaying with you, your head on his shoulder, eyes closed, on hand clutching your dadas shirt and the other clasped around three of his fingers.

"Hey button I’m gonna need my hand back?"

Bucky chuckles feeling much more aware of the situation and what he needs to do, he goes and grabs a paci and a lovie with a rattle in its head.

Bucky helped unwrap your hand from Steve’s and replace it with the lovie, touching the paci nib to your lips you instantly take it.

They both head out to the living room where seats himself and you on the couch, while Bucky finds his way to the kitchen.

You lean back a little to look at him, he grins back at you "you’re just the cutest" he announces before giving you scattered kisses across your nose and cheek, causing you to trill and coo behind you paci, dropping your lovie you pat both hands against his chest causing him to scatter kisses again followed by another trill and happy screech.

He calms you down and taps the button of your paci "give dada kiss?" you stare at him with no idea what hes saying  until he taps his lips and you realize.

Basically falling forward you tap the button of your paci against his lips giving him a paci kiss.

Just a moment later Bucky walks in with a warm bottle of milk you instantly know what it is and you open your mouth dropping your paci.

Being passed from Steve to Bucky’s lap he lays you across his lap with your head layed in the crook of his elbow, giving you the bottle to feed from, your eyes close, giving your bottle all your attention until Bucky rubs your tummy and pulls the bottle away for a moment, "hey there little firecracker you should slow down before you get a tummy ache" and giving you back the bottle.

Eventually finished and having opened your eyes once more Bucky takes the bottle placing on the side table and helping you to sit facing him, pressing your body to his he pats your back to make sure there’s no extra bubbles in your tummy to upset it.

Grabbing your lovie he shakes it in front of you catching your attention, the clicking rattling mesmerizing you.

Steve walks back in wearing day clothes taking you and your lovie into his arms giving you a kiss before doing as Bucky was and shaking the lovie and than tapping its smile against you nose making a kissy sound, he does this several times over when you give your lovie a kiss back squealing in joy.

you take the lovie from him shaking it wildly before shoving it against your face causing him to laugh. Bucky returns in his own day clothes, watching you, trill and coo in delight, its now time for you to be changed.

They both make their way to your little room where you keep all your stuffies, little clothes, toys etc.

Bucky shuffles through the closet keeping in mind your favorite color and your activities of the day and choses your outfit accordingly.

Helping you out of your night clothes into day clothes freshening you up for the day.

They both sit down on the floor with you in Bucky’s lap.

Steve going through the toys, they play with you until your eyes begin to droop again, deciding its best to lay you down after you fall asleep, Steve goes to dim the lights and turn on the star projector.

Bucky swaying back and forth soothing you to sleep he sets you down in your bed in your little room, giving you a paci, tucking you in and last but not least to turn on the baby monitor.

They leave the room to go about their day as you nap, going about the routine multiple times making sure you completely happy.

They love being your daddy and dada even when something they don’t expect shows up.

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Im new to writing this young but its as valid as any regression age and deserves more representation

Im drawing a stuffy every day this month, as a reason/ goal to make it through the month because January is hard for me every year.

If youd like me to draw one of your stuffies let me know and id be happy to! For example heres my first three, 1 is mine, 2 is a friends and 3 is another friends

[timidpumpkin]

Can’t sleep (Stucky x reader thoughts) Little Light universe blurb

(Basically I can’t sleeeeep so I apologize if there are mistakes but I wanted to write it :))))❤️💙❤️)

(It’s very fluff ✨💙✨)

Just thinking about reader not being able to sleep (like absolutely cannot fall asleep) and trying to sneak into Steve and Buckys room to tell them. But bucky hears you before you even make it to the door. You know you’re supposed to be in bed, and you expect him to reiterate that to you. Instead, when he finds you staring up at him, stuffie and blankie clutched tightly in your arms, he swiftly picks you and asks “what’s wrong doll? Can’t sleep?”

You’re not sure if he can just read it on your face or if he’s—somehow—able to read your mind. That notion continues when he asks you if you’d like to watch something in the living room. It’s late. Much too late. And you’re more than positive that if Steve was awake he’s be marching you back to your crib. Most likely.

Yet, Bucky quietly closes the door behind him, and with you still in his arms, carries you to the couch. He settles you perfectly with him. Laying your body across his feels more comfortable than any memory foam bed. (certainly more so than the one you’ve been tossing in for hours and hours)

Your favorite show plays softly, the lights are dimmed for your sensitive eyes, and Bucky rubs his warm hand across your back, ever so slightly rubbing tender spots as he goes. Though it feels amazing, and relaxes your body into his, you’re just still not sleepy.

“Daddy?” You turn your body around to him, gazing up as his blue lit face. He gives you all his attention, silently telling you to continue. “I’m sorry I can’t sleep” you say, guilt lacing your face and tone. He caresses your head then.

“That’s okay, doll.” He says, giving you a soft and genuine smile. “Sometimes,” he pauses, looking back to the tv absently. “Sometimes Daddy can’t sleep either.” He says seriously, almost somberly, before turning back to you and giving you a reassuring smile. A small one. One that you know tells you ‘don’t worry about daddy doll.’ Yet still, your face drops, eyes laced with concern, as he continues to pet your head.

You glance to his shoulder, the one where skin meets metal in a mutilating fashion. You know he doesn’t like to talk to you about certain things. Things you know have hurt him. It’s not like you haven’t asked. But he always distracts you with kisses or toys, telling you those kinds of stories aren’t for little girls like you.

You give him a tender smile, before climbing your way up so you can wrap your arms around his neck. He readily accepts this gesture, engulfing you with his arms, squeezing you just enough. As much as he can without hurting your frame. He could hold on to you forever. Just like this. His little girl was all he needed.

Of any of the reasons to be up much too late—you—you were the best one.

[chrisevansdaughter]

So here is the plan for tonight :)

I will be writing some of the smaller requests that I have in my ask box and I do want more drabbles headcannons etc, if that’s what you guys want I do have my request guideline is pinned so I do write more than just Chris but he is primarily my comfort

Also I am open to a q&a type ask or anything along those lines if you want ask please do :)

I need to try and get a solid schedule for my page so if there is any preference I would love to know <3

Other than that I hope you guys are all well, sending love and hugs to all my besties ❤️

P.s had to throw this picture in of my bean 🥺💕

[actualalligator]

TAIL

I meant TAIL NOT TALL

Tail: share a fluffy or cozy snippet.

Thank you!

"It was your heart on the line" part 2 of Little Lion Man

It's almost 2 am when he gets up. He holds tight to little Lev and leaves his bedroom. Steve's door is open. Bucky hesitates in the doorway, but then quietly walks in.

"Steve," he whispers. No response.

"Steve," he says louder. Steve groans and shifts, but doesn't stir.

"Steve." Even louder, more insistent.

Steve starts awake, pushing himself up a little on his elbows. "Wha? Buck? What's wrong?" he asks, groggy, a little grumbly. He's never been happy to have his sleep disturbed.

Bucky tugs at his lip with his teeth. "Can't sleep."

Steve rubs at his eyes for a second then nods. "Come on. Lay with me," he says, pulling back the blankets. "It's all new. Can be scary."

Bucky hesitates, but he does climb into bed with Steve. He lays facing him, little Lev clutched to his chest.

"What's your friend's name?" Steve asks, tapping the lion' nose.

"Little Lev," Bucky says.

Steve hums. "Lev."

Bucky shakes his head. "Little Lev. He's just a little lion."

"Little Lev," Steve says. "He is a little guy, huh? Good thing he's got you to keep him safe."

Bucky lifts the lion and rubs his cheek against his fur. Good thing they've got each other, more like.

"Roll over," Steve murmurs and Bucky does. Steve curls up behind him and wraps an arm around his waist. Bucky relaxes back into it easily. He hasn't been cuddled like this since Dadd–Pierce. Since Pierce was alive. It's better with Steve. It's Steve. Steve who'd never hurt him.

It takes a long time, but Bucky does eventually fall asleep there in Steve's arms.

[pahtoosh]

baba face

[image ID: photos of sebastian stan, chris evans, and various stuffed animals photoshopped onto a yellow background. sebastian stan is holding a round wolf stuffed animal and looking into the distance. chris evans is hiding a smile with a hand over his mouth. the stuffed animals include four frowning stuffed animals and one smiling one. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~2400 words

warnings: reader takes a little tumble

a/n: this was inspired by @angelbaby-fics ! Chloe, thank you for showing me your turtle and inspiring this whole piece! (side note: if anyone would like to talk about their stuffies, I would LOVE to hear about them!!

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader

summary: sam gets a stuffed animal for reader that frowns like bucky! things get out of hand when the other avengers join in and buy reader way too many grumpy stuffies

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It all started when Sam came back from a mission in late June. The Avengers would sometimes bring back presents when they went overseas. They didn’t always have the time to stop by a gift shop but when they did, the gifts were always cherished and held a little closer when the Avenger eventually had to travel again. 

Two weeks before his mission, you had gotten very close with Sam. Your daddies asked him to watch over you one day and he gave you a whole adventure. He took you to a pottery painting studio, then the park, and ended the day with the best ice cream you’ve ever had. From then on, you were inseparable. 

During group meal times, you’d make jokes with him across the table. If you were allowed in the room for a meeting, you’d pass notes back and forth. Sam would also play with you during Tony’s summer parties; he was going to let you fly with redwing before Bucky marched outside and confined you to his hip for the rest of the night. You didn’t mind too much though, the sky probably wasn’t as comfortable as being held by Baba. 

Your attachment to Sam made this mission all the more difficult for everyone involved. You, because you missed your friend. Sam, because he missed your happy giggles and felt bad for leaving you right when he finally gained your trust. And your daddies because they had to witness you get sad every time something reminded you of Sam. 

Fortunately, the mission was going well and he was expected to return right on time. On his last day, Sam was looking both ways to cross the street when a stuffed animal in a display window caught his eye. He looked at his watch to see if he had enough time to make his flight, then quickly entered the store and bought the plushie because he knew you’d love it. 

On the plane, Sam sat with the plushie in his lap to keep it safe. It was still in the bag from the store, looking like an oddly shaped lump in a now wrinkly paper bag. When Sam returned to the tower, Steve was the first to greet him before you nudged your Dada out of the way to give Sam a bone-crushing hug. 

“I missed you, Sammy!”

“I missed you too, peanut.” He kneeled down and handed you the paper bag. “I gotcha something.”

You beamed at him. “Thank you! I love it!”

Sam laughed. “You haven’t even opened it yet!”

“I already know I’m gonna like it because it’s from you,” you said, matter of factly. “But okay.”

You opened the bag and gasped when you saw the plush. 

It was a soft turtle with a slightly slouched posture, but that wasn’t the part you were focused on. Your favorite part was the plushie’s grumpy expression. It looked just like Bucky. 

“HE HAS BABA FACE! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” You screamed your gratitude while running circles around the trio of Sam and your daddies. Sam and Steve were barely holding in their laughter, meanwhile Bucky stood confused, but happy that you were happy. Despite his super hearing, he wasn’t sure if he heard you correctly. Did you say baba face? Or maybe you said bubble face?  

Bucky figured that this wasn’t something he needed the answers to immediately, so he didn’t ask any questions and resolved to watching you tire yourself out. 

The grumpy turtle became your new shadow. Everywhere you went, so did the plush. You’d have it tucked under your arm while running through the compound. During mealtimes in your home, the turtle would get his own chair and toy food. Outside, you kept your turtle in a drawstring backpack with the head poking out so he could see the world too. When your daddies carried you around, you’d make a silly game out of making the turtle mess up your Dada’s hair or bite your Baba’s ears. 

Even before giving you the turtle, Sam loved to boast about how he was your favorite Avenger(you didn’t have a favorite, but you didn’t have the heart to correct him on that when he kept giving you all of his attention). When you all played hide and seek, he bragged for three days straight about how you chose him to be your partner. Your attachment to the turtle only heightened his pride. 

He always asked you where the turtle was, knowing it couldn’t be more than three feet away from you. Sam made a big fuss about the turtle having his own seat at the dinner table and fell victim to your strength and contagious giggles when you pushed him out of his seat to make room for your turtle. Sam learned his lesson that day and didn’t fight for the turtle to have his own chair in the debriefing room. However, he did bring in an extra stool for the plush. Sam even bought you the very drawstring backpack that allowed you to take your new friend on your outdoor adventures. In private, he’d ask you about how the turtle was settling into his new home and gave him the gentlest kiss when you said the turtle needed more lovin’. 

The others all thought your friendship with Sam was adorable, but there was one person who saw this as an opportunity for some friendly competition. Natasha knew that there was room in your heart for more than one avenger bestie, so she devised a plan to take her spot. She had two missions in August–the first: survey a crime group that’s suspected to have ties with Zemo. The second: give you a gift worthy of four days of bragging. 

After successful recon, Natasha’s plane landed in the Avenger’s HQ. She turned in her paperwork that she completed on the flight home, then went to freshen up so she could give you your gift. Natasha found you cuddled up with Steve in the movie room watching some old cartoon. She knocked on the door.

“Got any room for a couple more friends on that couch?”

“Natty, you’re back!” You untangled yourself from Steve and ran to give her a hug. You looked behind her expecting to see more of the group. “Where’s the other friends?”

She held up a bag with the arm that wasn’t hugging you. “Your new friend traveled a long way to get here.”

You squealed and hugged Natasha again before accepting the bag from her hand and kneeling on the floor to pull out the tissue paper and free your gift. 

“You guys are spoiling them, you know that?” Steve asked, lightheartedly from the couch.

“Oh hush, how many hours of screen time have you given them today?”

Steve opened and closed his mouth a couple times, not expecting the question.

“Doesn’t count if the movies came from your time, right?” 

Any response from Steve was cut off by your cheering. 

“BABA OCTOPUS!! BABATOPUS!!” you held up the plush proudly like it was Simba. “Dada, look!”

“Oh he’s beautiful, baby.” Steve chuckled at the round, bright red octopus plush with a deep frown on its face. “What do you say to Nat?”

“THANK YOU NAAAT!” you yelled. Excitement flickered across your face once more, then you ran out of the movie room with the octopus securely tucked under your arm.

“Where are you going, baby? And no running indoors!” Steve shouted as he chased after you. 

You slowed for a bit, but kept moving at a swift pace. “I hav’ta show Baba my new friend!”

Natasha watched your little race from the movie room with an amused grin on her face. During dinner that night, she enjoyed the shocked look on Sam’s face when you pulled up with two grumpy plushies and pretended to feed the octopus before the turtle.

Sam turned to Natasha. “You have no idea what you’ve just started.”

She smirked. “And you have no idea what you’re getting into.”

Steve leaned over to whisper to Bucky. “We’re gonna need more space in the playroom.”

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The competition expanded beyond Natasha and Sam. All of the Avengers were determined to find the next grumpy plush to win your heart. There was a penguin from Peter, a frog from Thor, a cat from Tony, and a panda from Wanda. Your collection was starting to get out of control. You desperately wanted to carry all of your plushies everywhere with you to keep things fair, but your daddies put an end to that when you tripped on the sidewalk while trying to push a stroller full of scowling stuffed animals. 

Bucky decided to help you create a system so you could fairly pick one plushie from the collection to carry around for the day. He made small slips of paper so you could write down their names and pull one out of a cup each morning. He brought his supplies to you while you were having an afternoon snack at the dining table. His heart broke seeing you with your knees bandaged up and the streaks of dried tears from the fall earlier today still on your face.

“Hi, Baba,” you sniffled.

“Hey, sweetie. What’s going on? You eatin’ your snack?”

“Mhm.”

“Why aren’t you eating at the kitchen island, baby? You always eat your snack there.”

You pouted and gestured to the plushies sitting around you. “I can’t fit all my friends there.”

“Oh I know, bubs. It must be so hard carrying all these guys around, huh?” He mentally scolded himself for leaving you alone during your snack. He should’ve known better than to expect you to stay put when your little friends were trapped inside the stroller. It must’ve taken so long to arrange the plushies around the table with your injury. 

You perked up at his next words. 

“Baba has something for you.” Bucky spread out the slips of paper on the table and placed a cup next to them. “You can write down the names of all your little friends on these papers and pick one name out of the cup to decide which one you’re walking around with for the day. Does that sound fair?”

You shrugged, “I guess I can do that.” You really would’ve liked a solution that allowed you to bring all of the grumpy plushies with you everywhere, but deep down you knew that it just wasn’t practical. You took the pencil that Bucky held out for you and started writing down your plushies’ names.

Your Baba lovingly kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back while you wrote. He loved watching you focus on a task. He almost didn’t notice what you were writing down.

Bucky squinted then blinked a couple of times, not believing what he saw. “Baby, why are you writing ‘Baba’ on everything?”

You paused and tilted your head back to look at him. “That’s their names. Baba Turtle and Baba Cat and Baba Bear and Baba-”

“Why do you call them that?”

“‘Cause look!” You picked up the grumpy frog sitting next to you and held it out for Bucky to see. “They look like Baba!” You hugged the plushie before setting it back down to continue writing. 

Bucky’s heart melted. His sweet, wonderful baby was so attached to these plushies that reminded them of him. His signature scowl that often got him into trouble brought them comfort. His friends even noticed and spoiled his baby rotten with even more of these toys. 

Bucky continued watching you work. He looked at the plushies differently now. 

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Steve and Bucky were cleaning your playroom. Normally this would be your responsibility, but you had gone to bed a little earlier, and they didn’t want you walking too much with your injury. Steve was putting your plushies into their designated bins. He wasn’t harsh with them, but his efficient method of gathering an armful and plopping them down certainly would have raised an eyebrow from you. 

“Hey, go easy with turtle me,” Bucky teased. 

“Turtle you?” Steve asked. 

Bucky nodded proudly, then held the plush up to his face. “Don’t you see the resemblance?” 

“Whatever, punk. At least my face isn’t the reason we have a 50 gallon bin of stuffed animals.” Steve turned around and kept cleaning, completely missing the look of excitement on Bucky’s face. 

The next day, your Baba volunteered to pick up breakfast while Steve helped you get ready. Bucky stopped by a toy store on his way to the bakery. He’d seen this particular plushie before and knew that this was the perfect moment to get it for you. Not too long later, he was entering your home with bagels in one hand and your new friend in the other. 

Bucky hid the plush behind his back when he heard you and Steve walking towards him. 

“Hi, Baba!”

“Good morning, baby.” Bucky leaned down to kiss your forehead, then kissed Steve’s cheek as a thanks when he handed off the box of bagels. 

You hugged Bucky and couldn’t help but notice that one of his hands wasn’t hugging you back. 

“Baba, hug me better,” you whined. 

Bucky laughed. “Hang on, I’ve got somethin’ for ya.”

You gasped in excitement and took a step back so you could see. Bucky revealed the plush with a dramatic flourish, then somewhat nervously waited for your reaction. The stuffed animal had you in shock. It was a stuffed giraffe that stood with the most perfect posture. It had spiky hair, blue eyes, and a charming smile. You knew exactly who it was supposed to resemble. 

“IT'S DADA!” You squealed and graciously took the plush while running to the kitchen where Steve was. He was already making his way to you when he heard your scream. 

“Dada’s right here, bubba. What’s going on?”

You held up the plush while doing a little dance. “Look! It’s a Dada giraffe!”

Steve laughed then ran a hand over his face when he made the connection. You ran off to your playroom, saying something about “finding a Baba for this Dada” while your daddies shared a look. 

Bucky brought in Steve for a hug, patting his dumbfounded lover on the back. He playfully whispered in his ear, “We’re gonna need more space in the playroom.”

[angelbaby-fics]

Hewwo!! Sorry I have two blogs on here but my agere one is babybatdani. I was wondering if I could request a birthday themed fic? I am not a very happy little in May, especially on my birthday since they haven't been happy times. I was hoping that Bucky and Steve could surprise their little and make it a positive thing? Also I don't wike cake, but I love pie :) If you have time of course and no worries if you are too busy 🖤

Birthday Pie

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: Cg!Stucky x Little!Reader

A/N: HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY IM SO SORRY IM PUBLISHING THIS A WHOLE MONTH LATER 😭 I hope it's still able to bring you a little bit of joy anyways💕 also I combined it with the Build-A-Bear birthday request from my 🧸💗 nonnie because I just thought the idea was perfect! I've never actually been to BaB fro my birthday, maybe I should this year... why not? 🤔 well enjoy!! 💕🥳

You never looked forward to your birthdays. The calendar taunted you as it counted down to your special day. As the days drew nearer and your daddies didn’t say a word about it, you felt maybe this was for the best if they just forgot. At least then you wouldn’t have to bother getting through it this year. Having all the attention on you was awkward anyways. However, you were woken up on that dreaded day by Steve and Bucky, entering your room with a plate of waffles and a candle on top. 

“Happy birthday, angel!” They said in unison, softly as you’d just awoken.

You didn’t answer, you only scrunched up your face and turned over in bed, your back now to the two men. Bucky handed the plate to Steve and moved closer, laying a warm hand on your back.

“Baby… what’s wrong?” He asked sweetly.

“Don’t wanna.” You grumbled under the blankets.

“Don’t wanna wake up? But we made waffles!”

“Don’t want… birthday. Don’t wike it.” You said, your voice getting softer with each word.

Steve blew out the candle that was dripping closer and closer to the waffle and sat the plate on your bedside table before joining Bucky at your side.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry. We should have asked you first, but we wanted to surprise you.” He said.

“We had some things planned today, but if you want, we can just pretend it's a regular old day.” Bucky added.

This caught your interest. In the past, your birthdays had come and gone without much fanfare, and it had been a very long time since someone had planned something for you.

“What was the plans?” You asked shyly, and Steve and Bucky exchanged a glance.

“Well, first we were gonna take you to the mall and let you pick out your own presents.” Bucky began, and your eyes widened.

“Then, we were planning to meet up with the gang at the diner.” Steve continued, referring to the local spot that served your absolute favorite pie. 

“And then, we would come home and smother you with all the love and kisses in the world. But we were gonna do that anyways.” Bucky concluded with a smile. 

You thought to yourself for a moment. Part of your brain wanted to stay stubborn; all your birthdays had been bad, why should this one be any different? But none of your birthdays had been spent with Steve and Bucky before, so you decided to give it a chance.

“Well… can it just be us at the diner?” You bargained, deciding this would all be a lot easier without having so many people around. Bucky took your hand in his and pressed it to his lips.

“Baby, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. This is your day.” He said reassuringly. 

You munched on your birthday breakfast while Steve picked out an outfit from your closet, and when you’d finished eating, he helped you get dressed. When your hair was all brushed and your shoes were tied, Bucky carried you down to the car and strapped you in. They made it clear that you wouldn’t have to lift a finger if you didn’t want to today. 

When you arrived at the mall, the first place you stopped was Starbucks for your birthday treat. Normally, your daddies wouldn’t let you have this much sugar in one day, let alone in one morning, but neither of them made any complaints when you asked for the biggest, sweetest, prettiest drink they could make. You sipped your treat as Bucky carried you around the halls of the mall, making sure you could get a good look at each store and decide if it was one you wanted to go to. 

You traveled from one corner of the shopping center to the other, boxes and bags decorating Steve’s arms as you went along. New clothes, stompy boots, blankets, playsets, and even a bag of sweets from the candy store. But now, at the very end of the mall, was the store you coveted the most: Build-A-Bear workshop.

You wriggled free from Bucky’s grasp and ran in ahead of him, unable to contain your excitement. You were in your zone, and immediately got to work inspecting the boxes of different furry friends for the one you wanted most. By the time you had chosen one, Steve and Bucky had caught up with you, and you dragged them over to the stuffing & heart station where suddenly you stopped. You slowly approached the employee sitting at the station, keeping your eyes to the ground.

“Hey there!” The cheery worker said. “Do you wanna pick out a heart?”

You nodded, inspecting the different patterns and designs on the silk hearts until you noticed an area reserved for special birthday hearts. You reached your hand out and proudly pulled one out.

“Oh, is it your birthday today?” The employee asked.

You nodded again, a shy smile sneaking to your face. 

“Well happy birthday! Would you like to do your special heart ceremony?” They asked again, but this time you shook your head. Your social energy was already low on a good day, and interacting with a stranger right now was already a big enough task. You backed into Bucky and hid your face in his shirt.

“Hey, that's alright! The heart still works even if you don’t do the ceremony. I promise your special bear will always love you! Now, do you want him to be squishy, medium, or tough?”

You picked your preferred stuffy firmness, coming out a bit from your hiding spot in Bucky’s torso, to receive your bear stuffed just to your liking. You waved goodbye to the nice employee and headed over to the little washing station, where you brushed your stuffy’s soft fur. Now it was time for your favorite part: picking out an outfit! There were so many options, you could hardly see straight, when suddenly an idea popped into your head. “Since it’s my bear’s birthday too… can he pick anything he wants?” You asked, staring up at Steve and Bucky with the widest eyes you could manage. 

Little did you know, they’d already had this idea, setting aside quite a large budget for your stuffy’s new wardrobe. You picked outfits similar to ones you owned yourself so you and the bear could match, and to your delight, they even had some of the Avengers outfits in little bear sizes! Naturally, you chose the Captain America costume to always remind you of your daddy. Finally, it was time to check out, and you opted to forgo the cardboard carrying box in favor of getting to carry your stuffy in your arms for the rest of the day. 

When you left the mall and reached the car in the parking lot, your stomach was already grumbling. “Can I have my candies?” You asked, but Steve shook his head. 

“You gotta save room for your pie, babydoll!” He laughed as he closed the trunk full of all your new treasures and came over to your car seat to ruffle your hair before getting in the driver’s seat. 

You had totally forgotten about your lunch date at the diner! Bucky asked what you wanted to listen to as he hooked his phone up to the car speaker and you pulled out of the parking lot. 

When you pulled up to the local spot, Steve turned around in his seat and told you to stay put, unbuckling his seatbelt and exiting the car.

“What’s papa doin’?” You asked Bucky, who turned around and smiled at you. “If I told you, it would ruin the surprise! Do you wanna know the surprise so you can be more comfortable, or do you want to wait?” He asked, knowing your boundaries but still wanting to give you some room to choose. 

You thought about it for a moment, unsure of how much time you had to make your choice before Steve came back out to reveal whatever he’d done. Your Steve… you trusted him, didn’t you? You trusted him to know you as well as Bucky did just now, you trusted that he wouldn’t plan something for you that would make you uncomfortable or anxious. It had always been of utmost importance to Bucky and Steve that you were able to communicate your needs so that they could take care of you as best as possible. 

“I can wait… see what papa does. Is it gonna be good?” You asked, and Bucky laughed.

“You know your papa, of course it’s gonna be good.”

Just then, Steve exited the diner and returned to the car, sticking his head in the doorway. “Well, come on in, slowpokes! Your pie’s getting cold!” He joked, and you clapped, kicking your legs in excitement as you waited for him to come around and unstrap you. 

Steve carried you into the diner on his hip, one hand on your bottom with the other holding Bucky’s. He took you to the farthest corner of the diner where multiple tables had been reserved, so nobody would bother you while you had your special treat. On all of the tables were plate after plate of every flavor of pie the diner made, and even some they’d concocted special for you when Steve had secretly called earlier in the day to let them know you were coming. 

Your jaw dropped. You’d never seen this much pie in your life! One pie in the middle of the biggest table had candles sticking out, and Bucky walked over to light them one by one.

“Do you want us to sing, or do you just want to make a wish and blow your candles out?” Steve asked. 

You looked around. The diner wasn’t that full, most of the people inside being employees you’d seen a dozen times before, so you decided sitting through the happy birthday song wouldn’t be so hard, or too embarrassing. As Steve and Bucky sang, you looked up at them in adoration, lost in the two sets of hypnotizing blue eyes. When the song finished and you leaned forward to blow out your candles, you could only wish for things to stay exactly as they are.

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hi love💕 could you write one where the little reader is very clingy on a day that the stucky daddies have to go to a meeting at the complex? so they leave her with other little ones but she doesn't want to be with anyone but them? a little anguish and a lot of cuteness?❤️

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you so much for this lovely request! I'm absolutly in love with this! ❤️

I hope you're not too mad that it took me so long to write it and i hope you like how i wrote it

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : cuteness, clingy little reader, a little bit of angst, fluff, pet names, comfort, kisses, cuddles

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : you don't want to be alone

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Since this morning you always had a hand on one of your Daddies or they had a hand on you. You hadn't spent one second away from them.

They didn't know why but they could feel you needed to be against them all day. And of course they would never complain. They love it when you're all clingy with them and when you needed them.

You always need them of course but some days you show it more.

"I'll have to go to the bathroom, princess" your Papa gently whispers in your ear as he's laying on the couch with you curled up on his chest. It's been almost an hour now that you're laying like this and you had attempted to stay like this since bedtime.

You whine and shake your head "noo" Your Papa sighs and looks at Bucky who's sitting on the other side of the couch. He wanted to sit on the other couch so you won't be too tight against each other but you clearly show him your disagreement about that.

So he didn't had the choice but to sit near you. You would lose your mind if your skin wasn't touching the both of them whenever you can. That's why your toes are touching your Daddy's thigh.

"you can go on Daddy's laps during that time. And when I come back you can come back on my chest. How does that sound ?" he gently play with your hair

You shake your head again, letting out an upset moan "No-o"

Steve sighs again "then you'll have to come with me to the bathroom because i'm not gonna hold on longer than that" He secured you in his arms as he stand up before you can even say something.

He hummes a sweet song as he walks to the toilet, helping you relax against him.

But before he can even open the door, he hears Bucky's voice calling him. He then hears footsteps and soon after, Bucky was running toward him "Fury called" he says

Your face fell, you knew what that meant and you weren't happy about that.

"we have a meeting in twenty minutes. It's really important apparentely but i don't have further details" He adds.

Steve nods "alright, take her and dress her so she's ready while i go to the toilet and get ready myself" he hands you to Bucky, ignoring your whining.

Bucky lets Steve alone to do his business and walks upstairs with you in his arms "how do you wanna dress today ?" he asks with a smile. He knows you always love dressing nicely and looking all pretty whenever you go at the tower. You always want to make a good impression to your Daddies's friends and yours too.

But you don't answer him. You don't want to go to the tower, you don't want to be apart from your Daddies, you don't want to sit around in a playroom that wasn't yours and wait for hours to see your Daddies again.

"baby ?" he gently calls when you don't answer "if you don't answer me then i'll have to chose and i don't know if you'll like what i chose for you" he warns, teasing you a little.

You pull your head away from his neck, an upset look on your face and your eyes on the edge of crying "oh my sweet girl" he breathes out, caressing your cheek with his thumb "tell me what's wrong, baby"

'wanna stay here" you sniff "wanna be wis you" you hid your face back in his neck, a little ashamed of being like that. You know it's important what they have to do and you shouldn't be like that when it's with their work but you can't help it.

"look at me beautiful" your Daddy gently asks as he rubs your back. It took you a moment but you finally move your head from his neck and peer up at him, through wet eyelashes

"you spent the whole day with us, we only ask you to play with your friends for- maybe an hour or two, and then you'll be back in our arms for the rest of the day and during the night" his forehead falls into yours "i promise you"

"no pease" you cry as you hid your face back in his neck.

"baby listen" he takes your chin in his fingers and lifts your head "imagine how excited you'll be when we'll come back to you and all the hapiness you'll feel once you'll be back in our arms, as if you never left them"

You don't really have a choice, do you ?

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It's been two hours now that your Daddies entered the big room and left you with your friends. At first you played with them but after some minutes, you distanted yourself and curled into a corner of the room.

You watched your friends laughing and being happy, having fun while playing together while all you wanted to do was crying because you miss them too much.

How could they not miss their Daddies and mummies ? How can they laugh while they're in a few rooms away instead of being with them ?

You don't understand how they can act like that. All you want to do is climbing on your Daddy's arms, resting your precious little head against his chest or in his neck while holding the hand of your Papa really tightly in yours.

"princess ?"

You lift your head and throuhg your cloud eyes, you spot your Papa, kneeled in front of you with a loving smile on his gorgeous face. You don't say anything, but you do move.

You crawl to him and wrap your arms around his neck, you wrap yourself around him like a koala. He chuckles and wraps his arms around you to secure you before standing up.

"did you had fun, little one ?" you hear your Daddy asking beside you. You hold your Papa tighter and shake your head. You take a deep breath through your nose and finally feel at home again at the sent of your Papa's perfum.

"let's go home then, it'll make it feel better" Your Papa strokes your back with his hands as they leave the tower. They anticipated how you'll react and already said their goodbyes to everyone in the meeting room.

Now they just have to drive back home and spend the evening cuddling you in the couch or in the bed, like you wanted from the start.

When you arrive at home, your Daddy had hesitate to propose you a bath -with them beside you of course, but decide to not say anything. You won't die if you don't have a shower today.

Instead, they immediately went upstairs, they changed you into your new and comfy pyjama and tuck you under the cover. They didn't lose a time and came under the cover to hold you close against them.

"close your eyes, sweetie" your Papa whispers, his lips against your forehead, his fingers brushing your hair backward "we're not moving. You'l be in our arms during the entire night, don't worry. We've got you"

"sleep well, little one. Have a great time in dreamland" your Daddy kisses your cheek "see you in a bit"

"we love you"

[shadfanfic]

A rough week 2

Miss y/n?

daddy! Stucky x little! reader

warnings: angst, shy reader in this chapter, flufffffff, mention of blood, didn’t edit too sleepy 😎 (if i forgot something please tell me)

a/n: OMG! I love every single one of you!! Thank you so much for the likes and comments I’m so glad you like my story 🤍🤍

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-flash back-

2 year before the chapter “you asked for this”

you covered your ears and closed your ears really hard trying to confess yourself that everything your going threw is a nightmare, your father is the most dangerous person off course the avengers  enemy, your enemy too you hate him for doing stupid stuff and not listening to you when you tried to tell him you weren’t comfortable around his group cause the way they were looking at you not like their child, no

They looked at you in a really really disgusting way, you hide in the basement so they don’t find you cause you knew they were planning to do something bad to you-

“Hello?” You heard boy’s voice and you immediately stood up with a peace of sharp mirror in your hand trying to defend yourself with it “hey hey, I’m not trying to hurt you, easy” the guy said “B-back off” you spook and sob hard getting so nervous cause we weren’t able to see his face, you were so tired acting so mature and tough you just wanted to live a normal live without stressing every minute over your dad’s stupid choices and friends, “Please put that down your bleeding” the boy stepped closer and closer making you stepping back “I didn’t d-do anything! Please le-leave!” You cried and hit the wall behind you and he stood in front of you but not so close giving space off course “I know i know I’m only here to help you okay?” He said gently and hold out his hand “let me help you, may i?”

He leaned down and grabbed your hand gently taking the glass out slowly and hold your arm “I need to clean it” he looked at you now you recognise that voice,spiderman? 

you just looked up at him with your puppy eyes and sob “Okay, come with me” he hold your wrist so he doesn’t hurt your bleeding palm “N-..no” you shock your head no immediately “what do you mean no?” He sighed at your crying face “Please no” you begged “okay okay fine, then wait here” he said and walk outside so fast

it was your chance to run away his nice yeah but what if he was only gone to bring his group?, you went to change your clothes into An outfit not a party outfit just a normal one, you cleaned your own palm painfully and warped it with some clothing 

Taking a deep breath and walk into the room your dad’s in “dad?”You called in a really broken voice but emotionless face “Yeah yeah y/n” he looked down at you and you put a fake smile “I’m going out” he nod at that couldn’t care less and looked at his friends smiling happily and big 

“Asshole-“ you whispered angrily and decided to walk out ignoring everyone who was trying to talk to you, this is your only chance to get away from this hell your dad is wasted from drinking

“Y/n!” You Heard peter calling, you turned around “Wait” he said and you just shock your head no and start running outside as fast as you can 

“hey, no running in the hall young lady” a blonde tall guy talked to you and smiled a really sweet smile “vision, thanks” peter  talked and smiled at vision then vision just walked away with wanda “If you don’t leave me alone I’m gonna tell my dad that the avengers are here” you looked up at him and he just smiled a bit “you well not cause you hate him and you hate this place too so” he reach to grab your arm but you stopped him “leave me alone” you spoke with shaky voice getting so mad and kinda scared of what’s about to happen, the avengers are here! All of them

“Oh look who it is!, the daughter! Okay kid out of here the party gonna start soon” tony stark came out of nowhere and ruffle your hair with a smile you just gluped and start stepping back trying to run but you only hit someone’s chest, you turned around and you saw a smily steve rogers “Miss y/n please go with peter” he smiled and you shock your head no angry “hey were still treating you nicely so you gonna listen or something bad well happen to you” clint talked and looked at you dead in the eyes then walk pass you and steve 

You sighed and nod “Fine” you gave up and peter hold your hand “Thank you so much!” Peter said smiling and ran outside of the villa , he was walking to a girl and guy look like they were the same age as him

“hey! I’m mj! Annd this is ned!” The girl talked with a happy smile and the guy next to her waved happily “Your cool to be honest” ned smiled and you just stayed quiet, so confused at everything that’s happening so quick! 

——after 2 weeks

You were in the avengers campus now, you don’t know why but you kinda like it here you not gonna lie, everyone is nice, caring and they definitely listening to you but you were upset about something, too shy to say what it was but you really need it, a stuffie the stuffie you always hold you got it a month ago yeah but still you loved it so much .. but they’re not gonna go to your dad’s big villa just for a toy.. 

“Hey y/n how are you” bucky came into the room with steve they both were Smiling big, you smiled a bit “hey bucky, I’m good how are you?” You answered quietly and started to blush a bit, your in a little space at moment and them coming into the room all of the sudden made you blush way too much “Your too quiet y/n, you wanna talk?” steve entered the room and close the door 

“Uh i-..i don’t knohow what your talking about” you giggled nervously and blushes harder at the sound of their laugh “Well, we brought you something from your home” they both sat down in front of you with a soft smile “Oh?” You sat up straight getting curious “what is it?” You asked trying to see what they were hiding 

“is that yours y/n?” Bucky asked and showed you your stuffie with a soft smile, “you like being a baby sometimes?” Steve smiled and hand you your notebook “s-..sorry” you glupped with teary eyes flustered from embarrassment “Hey, its all good y/n, its okay really we actually find that adorable”bucky smiled “Yeah .. y/n.. what would you feel .. if were, *sigh*” steve was talking but he was so nervous “We want to be your caregivers” bucky continued and giggle at steve nervousness “yeah that”steve giggled too turning pink, you smiled big with teary eyes and hold your stuffie hard and nod “okay” they both smiled big at your quick respond 

—after a month—

You walked slowly to your daddies bedroom it’s 1am you woke up from a really bad nightmare.. your daddies leaving you for someone else, you start knocking the door super quietly immediately regretting it, what if they got mad? What if they were busy? They needed to sleep early they must start training at 5am .. you were so scared to make them upset or even bored, you never ask for too much your so scared of losing them 

“doll face?, you didn’t hear me say come in?” Bucky talked with his sleepy voice while looking down at you he did opened the door seconds ago but you didn’t notice cause you were lost in your thoughts “Someone is thinking about allot of stuff huh” steve said and smiled when you looked at him “s-..sorry daddy.. sorry papa i just-.. I’m gonna go” you talked not looking at none just playing with your stuffies arm nervously and holding it so tight “Well not after i got up for you miss” bucky said in a really playful voice and pick you up with ease and enter the room locking the door “n-no i woke you up daddy?-.. s-sorry” you start to feel so bad for waking him up “yeah you better be sorry I didn’t like it” daddy looked you dead in the eyes and hold you so tight “So you gonna get a good punishment” steve closed his book and looked at you with a soft smile , bucky throwed you in the bed playfully making you squeal surprised “Now I can’t control the monster inside of me y/n I’m so sorry” bucky talked dramatically and start squeezing your sides and tummy randomly and so fast

You gasped and immediately start screaming and laughing loudly “d-..daddy” you laughter got louder and louder every second making your daddies laugh with you uncontrollably “P-papa he-help ! I CANT!!” You tried to curl up to protect your stomach but steve grabed your left thigh and hold it down with his big hand “take your punishment like a good girl baby or it’s gonna get only worse” steve said with a teasing tone in his voice making you more flustered as he started squeezing your thigh-

“o-okay !! OKAY ! I’LL DOHO ANYTHING!” You yelled with red cheeks and teary eyes 

Both of them stopped and smile at you “Okay since you said anything!” Bucky laid down and hold you tight while steve laid in your other side warping his arm around you and bucky, 

“I want you to never ever hesitate coming to us to say or do anything” bucky said in a serious tone and looked you in the eyes “Even if you think its something stupid” steve continued and smiled when you look up at him, you gluped and tear up a bit “P-..promise you n-not gonna leave me?” You asked with a really broken voice and sob “Awh baby, i promise! Your the best girl we could ever ask for, your amazing why would you think about that” steve sat straight and start wiping your tears away “I had a n-nightmare” you sobbed harder and this time bucky pick you up and put you on his lap “It’s all good now and as you said it was just a nightmare! We well never hurt you or leave you, You can sleep with us tonight” bucky offered and rub ur back “yeah and we gonna read you a story!, and cuddle all night”steve smiled seeing your small smile and excitement 

“Your the best daddies!” You said and hug them both tightly with your tiny arms 

————end of flash back 

“We broke a promise bucky” steve said with teary eyes standing in front of your bedroom door “Hey steve, i know but lets fix it! She loves us there’s no way she’s that upset” bucky whispered trying to cheer up steve even tho deep down his chest hurts from feeling guilty - 

“y/n?” Steve said in shock and you immediately sat up so scared -… 

[haleyhunwritess]

Can you write a Drabble of DDLG stucky and reader where the reader has a cold or something and they take care of them? I absolutely love the stuff you write ❤️

Sick day

A/N: Since I've been a bit sick lately I thought it was a good time for some fluff + sick day comfort.

Pairings: Stucky x little!reader

“Wake up, sweetheart, we’ve got a long day ahead of us.” Steve kissed your forehead as he gently shook your shoulders in an attempt to wake you up. You slowly opened your eyes, and looked up to see both your caregivers sitting in front of you.

Your throat hurt, and your eyes felt heavy, making you whimper at the bright light shining through the curtains. You rolled over, letting out a loud whine as you pulled the blankets up over your head.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Bucky cooed, as he gently moved the blankets away.

Before you could respond, you started coughing loudly. You sat up to cover your face with your elbow while you coughed, just like they'd taught you. They both looked at each other in concern. Today was supposed to be a very busy day. They were going to bring you to work with them since they were going to be really busy and wouldn't be able to come home until midnight at least.

“Oh no, are you feeling unwell?" Steve carefully pulled you towards him, as you nodded in response to his question, "Yeah? Is someone sickies? It’s alright, don’t worry. I’ll take the day off and look after you while Dada goes to work. How does that sound?” You simply nodded your head again, unable to talk because of the sore throat.

“Aw sweets, does your throat hurt too? How about we go see the doctor later today?” Bucky suggested, before getting up to grab a sweater for you when he noticed you were practically shivering. You quickly shook your head at the thought of seeing a doctor right now. All you wanted to do was stay in bed and get cuddles all day long.

“Okay, okay. No doctor, I see. Alright, how about we go tomorrow if you’re still feeling sick, yeah? Is that better?” You slowly nodded your head in response, “Alright, what a good girl.” He smiled and kissed your forehead before helping you put the sweater on.

Soon, he left to go get ready for work while Steve helped you get settled back into bed. He grabbed your favourite stuffed animal, Petey, and handed him to you.

“Alright, let's get you something to drink to help with that sore throat.” He got up to go get you a drink but you grabbed onto his wrist and gently shook your head. You frowned at the thought of drinking anything right now because of how much your throat hurt.

Steve looked back at you, with a confused expression. He wasn't sure why you were upset, was it because you didn't want him to leave? You still couldn't talk so instead you pointed at your throat and shook your head again, “Oh honey, I know. How about some water for now? I know it hurts but you’ll feel tons better if you have something to drink, okay?” He gently rubbed your back soothingly. You shrugged, and decided it was better to listen to Steve instead of arguing. You grabbed the stuffed animal next to you, placing him on your lap before hugging him tightly.

Steve smiled at you, and gave you a quick kiss on your forehead before making his way downstairs. He filled your cup up wtih water and grabbed a few cough drops that might help with your sore throat. He went back upstairs to your bedroom, “There, there. Such a good girl. Thank you for being patient for me, love." He helped you sit up once again to take a few sips of water. It hurt at first, but eventually helped you feel a lot better.

"There, there. Good job, pretty girl. You drank almost all of it, good girl. Always so good for her daddy.” You blushed a little at his praises, making him chuckle and lean down to kiss your forehead. He put the cup away before helping you lay back down, “Come on, how about we get some more sleepies, huh?”

“Alright, come on, pretty girl." He gently wrapped his arms around you, letting you rest your head on his chest, "Yeah, there we go. Get comfy, love. I'm right here."

[ace-of-gay]

Little mouse in an ocean

Stucky x little reader

Word count: 1,803 words oops lol

Warnings: intense sensory overload that leads to a more internalized meltdown, loki shows up, sippy, caregiver names like daddy, and dada, little names like baby boy, and munch short ofr munchkin, fidget items, sound canceling headphones, chest binding, comfort items.

Edited to the best of my ability

Age regression is a coping mechanism, if your not knowledgeable and uncomfortable of the topic either read up on it or ignore please <3

Reader is a trans man, no weight, ethnicity or hair type mentioned, reader is at least slightly able bodied in this

Dont like it dont read it especially when theres warnings

You’d been anticipating the event for a while so it didn't sneak up on you or anything but the Impending stress of having to mask for several hours and converse with people like it was on your everyday agenda, this was nothing of how you liked it, well beyond the several month warning, it gave you time to prepare both mentally and physically, gathering items you would need incase of a worst case scenario in a messenger bag, ranging from two different means of music, noise canceling headphones around the front part of the strap, Bluetooth earbuds fully charged and inside of the most front pouch accompanied by an infinity cube graced with rubber edges to not click like a normal cube, not wanting to bring attention to your discomfort in any situation.

Your favorite book, a couple small sweet and salty snacks depending on the situational needs, alongside a comfort snack , your smaller communication cards, a few more fidgets and essential items.

Bucky and Steve helped pack this bag for you, it being perfectly assembled for anything you could possibly need.

With that Bucky took you out to find a nice casual suit with fabrics that don’t irritate you.

All the small things arranged, it had your mind settled enough not to stress through the remaining time.

That is until you got there, when walking into the event hall you tug on the bottom of the jacket to your suit, adjusting it, "do you even pass?", whether or not you’re shorter, curvier, if your voice is deep enough , or if your handshake was firm enough, what ever your though in comparison may have been the idea of not passing was terrifying, Steve walking on your left puts his right hand on your shoulder leaning in, "you look handsome, i promise you’re absolutely perfect" his whispers calmed the choppy waters in your mind from becoming rapids.

You worked with some of these people, you knew a good portion of faces, knew even more names, your social analyzing has you determining who is good to talk to and who isn’t purely based on how they carry themselves, the people they talk to and how people look when they walk away, all factors you use to keep you most comfortable.

The best places to be in situations are either outside separate from people or around the food table where most often people are too occupied with collecting snacks and other food items, keeping your talking to a minimum and keeping your social battery higher for longer.

You figured you’d head over that way if it felt dire but for now you stuck with Bucky and Steve.

Trailing through the large people filled room, your boyfriends on each side of you to keep unwanted physical touch to a minimum.

Director fury approaches you three, shaking each persons hands, you know fury pretty well, the conversation going quick and simple, just as easy as the night had gone so far until people started ushering Steve one way and Bucky the other, leaving you disoriented, not entirely sure who you should go with, the confused lapse in time has you loosing them in the crowd, that’s okay, you’re big right now, you can fend for yourself, maybe find Nat or Thor, maybe Thor forced Loki to come along with.

That would be nice, a silent companion to keep you company while sitting in a dark corner avoiding most interactions, actually corners probably have the most amount of echo, at least perspective wise that is, you'd be able to hear everyone and than being next to a corn means you’re closer to the sound reflection hearing it twice, that’s something that would absolutely irritate you, possibly even give you a splitting headache.

Being in this room no one by your side, having to navigate your way through a crowd of now unfamiliar faces, peoples conversations bouncing off of one another, high heels going in all directions, clicking like shark teeth in infested feeding water, social vampires, maybe not everyone but gods did it feel like everyone.

People feasting off of communication, jingling keys like lures, or maybe bells, like the service indication bell in your local comfort food restaurant, so many indications, so many people, all sounds equally intrusive you just want to shut it out but you cant until you’re in a place where no one will question why you have headphones on at a party.

A constantly shifting maze of people, hands patting your back as people pass through the crowd, a few people stopping you for conversations that you try to keep to a minimum saying you’re looking for Bucky or Steve.

Standing in such a room alone, you would be able to feel the air currents change but this room packed with more people than an official tony stark party, it felt like the air itself had stiffened and is on the brink of collapsing in your lungs, it felt suffocating to the point holding your breath would be a better means of keeping yourself together than breathing at all.

With everything swirling, people constantly touching you, talking to you, your mind slips fast, in moments like this you put on chapstick and pretend its superglue so not to make a cosmic fool of yourself if you could even manage to get words out.

You finally make it out of the crowd only to realize most of the drinks are probably spiked, you refrain from drinking anything you don’t know, you make a b line to the patio door stepping out into the cool fresh air, the bite of cold in your lungs amongst a deep breath being the edge of the blade, it was soothing, so soothing that everything from inside broke loose, a quiet choked sob broke from your chest, if you were big right now you would know what to do but you feel so small, so very small, like a mouse in the ocean next to a baleen whale.

Your hands trembling as though electricity was pulsing through your veins, rapidly looking around, dazed vision making everything quite unclear, bumping into someone you begin to stumble back, just your luck, both big and small you know that waterfall of black locks anywhere, and he knew you.

Loki, one person who understood the entirety of the situation, carefully he leads you aside, "you’re okay, its going to be okay, we'll find Bucky and Steve" mumbling it out quietly, the first vast difference between him and the room, his voice like Bucky and Steve’s voices was safe.

He takes the headphones off the front strap of your messenger bag, helping you put them on over your ears, feeling the world go silent, sound has pressure so the lack of sound felt less like a kick drum in your ears and more like a deep breath in winter air.

Taking the communication cards out of your bag he finds two cards, showing each one, you look at him with big eyes, tears still threatening to spill you show him the mouse card.

Small.

He nods, handing you one of the small fidgets, closing your bag and taking your hand, into his cold delicate one.

He signals for you to take a few deep breaths with him and than you’re once again back into the warped room, warm of people, sharp of knowing all the sounds, he leads you through the very best route but even still people are bumping into your, patting your back when passing and trying to stop you in your tracks.

You can see Steve’s golden hair practically glowing, you let go of Loki’s hand trying to rush past people to your boyfriend but another sturdy intruding body gets in the way, bumping you causing you to drop your fidget, looking to the ground to find it.

A small mouse in the ocean amongst a group of narwhals in the eye of a thunderstorm.

Electricity raging in your hands, in your arms, in your chest and in a split second your dominant hand slams down hard onto your thigh three times just above your knee, grabbing your fidget, doing your best to hold back the electricity, you watch as Steve turns around.

Its as if he’s in slow motion, you cant get to him fast enough, you’re being held against his chest, holding tightly to his shirt fabric creasing in your grasp, he’s talking to Loki getting the most of what he can on what happened.

He has you turn around so you can walk but your eyes are closed he’s directing you through, making sure nothing touches you.

You feel the cool air touch your tear streaked cheeks cooling the tear trails.

Sitting in the car you wait for Bucky, eating one of your snacks and drinking a water based drink Steve had poured into a spare sippy he kept in the car.

"I’m so sorry munch, i turned away and you were gone, we didn't mean to put you through that, I’m so proud of you for finding Loki and letting him help", you nuzzle further into his side, touch may be unsafe but theirs was magic.

Bucky hops in the front seat turning to look at you and Stevie cuddled together in the back, reaching out for Bucky he takes your hand and holds it to his lips, he can tell just how small you are from how easy you are to maneuver. "Hi baby boy, daddy is here, lets go home now, is that okay?" You didn't respond, you were too busy feeling the metal plates of his hand.

The drive home was quick, tucked into dada Steve’s side, feeling the thrum of his heart in his chest between each breath, now inside in comfortable clothes and out of your binder one of Steve’s hoodies on you with the sleeves rolled up so your hands could peek out, laying safely between both of your caregivers, the havoc of the day having tired you out.

Bucky gets a notification saying that the food he ordered was delivered, he leaves only to return with dinner and your stuffy he picked up from the living room on his way back.

Little jerks and jolts here and there from remnant electricity occasionally causing you to hold your breath only for one of your daddies to find a new way to remind you to breathe, this time dada Stevie tapped the tip of your nose causing you to quietly coo, breathing.

Words aren’t an expectation, neither are sounds, they just want you to feel better and if that means holding you safely tucked between them than so be it, they would do anything and everything to keep their boy safe.

Because they’re with you til the end of the line.

This is twice as long as i meant for it to be but you absolutely deserve a longer fic, thank you so much for your patience and thank you for requesting <33 @valetim09

I had to fix the layout because for some odd reason it got all mixed up