#mcu agere

[antlerpawz]

“Where you go, I'm going, so jump and I'm jumping.” — Sibling regressors Yelena and Bob! (Gif credits here! X)

This isn’t totally regression coded for the both of them but I hc their regression is very quiet, not very open or needing tons of things to regress!! Stuffies and each other r enough :)

[lokidips]

part two… big brother is just a big softie.

[miloscozycorner]

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬.

Caregiver!Wanda Maximoff x Regressor!Reader

• When Wanda invites you to spend the night with her, you can’t hide how much you’ve needed your mama.

cw: age regression, very light angst

( 1,058 words )

The AC did little to stop the tears as you put your car in park. “Get it together,” you mumbled to yourself, taking a shaky breath in and wiping off the tear tracks beginning to stain your cheeks.

You promised Wanda you’d come over for the night— recently, you hadn’t seen too much of her, opting to hole up in your dorm or steal any shift available at work, trying to pretend that drowning in university and work could make you forget the heaviness inside.

The feelings that you refused to let Wanda see— she didn’t deserve to be worried about you. She didn’t deserve to see you like this.

But it was all so much. You could barely keep up, and more often than not, your brain would almost slip into being tiny. You were too small, too vulnerable, and all your feelings were just so big.

Only Wanda could make it feel better. Easier. Lighter. Tell you it’s okay to be small, that she’ll take those big feelings and hold them as long as her little bunny needs it.

You huffed into your palms, inhaling deeply before turning the car off and getting out.

Footprints formed under dewy grass as you trudged to her front door, ignoring the walkway. You wouldn’t burden Wanda with this. You couldn’t ruin the night.

“Oh, my love!”

Wanda’s excited voice immediately made your heart soften just the slightest bit, allowing her to wrap her arms around you and peck kisses over your face.

“It’s so good to see you, my precious one.” Wanda cooed, cupping your cheeks and laughing when she saw you shuffle your feet and suppress a smile.

“I missed you, Wans,” you found yourself mumbling, burying your face into her shoulder for just the briefest moment of comfort. The scent of cinnamon filled your nostrils, the familiar scent grounding you.

Wanda kissed the top of your head, before you reluctantly pulled away.

Soft fingers laced around your own, and you followed behind Wanda down the hallway. “I know you’re tired, so I thought we could do a movie night?” she said, looking over her shoulder as you gave a nod.

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” you replied, your lips tilting upwards. Wanda always knew what you needed— you never needed to ask. But the softness of it all was making your brain grow fuzzy, small.

Immediately, the familiar sight of moonlight through pale curtains and the cool breeze escaping out of a half-opened window hit you.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, tension slipping away from your shoulders.

Wanda had wandered over to the dresser, throwing a pair of space-themed pajamas on the bed. “These should fit you, munchkin.”

You changed into the clothing, silence washing over the room. Wanda glanced away as you changed, but still taking a note on how your movements got less coordinated, and a brief babble escaped your lips before you could stop it.

“So, how was your day sweetness?” Wanda finally questioned, and you could tell she was trying to coax you into regressing. Because of course that’s what she knew you needed. Even if you didn’t know it yourself.

“Yeah— yeah, the day went fine,” you replied, trying not to glance at her in fear you’d slip entirely. But you did it anyway, Wanda’s face turning into that expression she always made when you were tiny.

A beat passed before you spoke.

“What?” you questioned, crossing your arms over your chest almost defensively.

“Why won’t you talk to mama?”

Wanda’s voice was so soft, so gentle. Her eyes crinkled, and you could see the worry in them.

That’s when you couldn’t hold it back anymore. Tears filled your eyes, and with a soft “Oh, my baby, come to mama,” you slipped into a pair of gentle arms.

“It’s really hard sometimes,” you whimpered into Wanda’s sweater, not noticing your tears starting to stain the fabric.

“My poor bunny. Mama knows it’s so hard. You’re such a brave little one, aren’t you? So strong, working so hard. But it’s okay to let mama help you, precious.” Wanda cooed, holding your face in her soft palms and looking you in the eyes.

Pads of her thumbs wiped away your tears, watching you sniffle and hiccup as you attempted to calm yourself. “Didn’t—” you sucked inward, trying to calm your hiccups. “Didn’t wanna bother you.”

Wanda frowned, shaking her head. She moved from standing to sitting on the bed, guiding you to cuddle up against her. You obliged, letting your body get wrapped in Wanda’s arms while your head rested in the crook of her neck.

Slender fingers ran through your hair, soft kisses placed on your hairline. “Sorry,” you mumbled in a croaky voice, not willing to meet Wanda’s eyes out of embarrassment.

“Shhh, don’t apologize, baby. You don’t have anything to be sorry for. Mama’s missed her sweet one. Let me hold you,” she replied softly, cradling your head against her chest in one hand while the other traced soothing circles up and down your spine.

After a moment, you glanced up at her, remembering the offer of a movie night. “Mama, can we watch Ponyo?” you requested shyly, and Wanda chuckled in response, bopping your nose.

You giggled, swatting at her hand with a “mama!” while Wanda simply laughed and answered you. “Of course, sweetheart. Here, mama will get you your stuffie and some snacks.”

You whined in protest when Wanda slipped out of the bed, giving your hair one last stroke and standing up. “Mama,” you grumbled, pouting and making a grabbing motion with your hands.

It didn’t take much time before it clicked for Wanda— she scooped you into her arms, letting your legs wrap around her waist and your arms around her neck.

“Baby, how can mama get everything when you’re wrapped around me like a koala, silly thing.” Wanda teased, kissing your forehead with a scrunch of her nose.

“Not moving,” you mumbled into her neck, holding onto her with a firm grip.

With a sigh, Wanda obliged, realizing she wasn’t going to convince you to let go of her. But that was okay with her.

Because Wanda would do anything to make you happy— even if it meant trying to carry all the snacks with her little one clinging onto her.

[lottiesboy]

bath time, baby!!

pairing: cg!agathario x little!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yeah?”

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what do you wanna play, sweetie?”

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

[softspace-fics]

Icky feelings

Honestly hope you guys like this. I'm sorry for my absence, my life has somehow spiraled since Christmas!

Smaller story!

Masterlist - all my work!

Warnings ⚠️: Icky feelings, fluff CG!Stucky x Gn!Little reader

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The small patter of your feet is heard from the hallway as you make your way to the living room, a small frown on your face. Today has gone relatively well, but everything just felt.. wrong. The icky feeling washed over your body and nothing was solving it.

Toys, videos, favorite songs, dancing, puzzles, nothing could spark that feeling of being safe and okay. So to your babas you went. The urge to just crawl in one of their arms and just rest, to try and remind your brain that you were safe and sound.

You turn the corner into your living room and see your two caregivers laying on the couch together, Papa bucky resting his head on Dada Steve's shoulder, and Dada running his hand through Papas hair. The urge to turn back and run away takes over your body as you feel like this feeling is not worth bothering the two peaceful men in front of you.

Just as you were about to turn away, your Papas eyes drift over to you and he smiles softly, looking at you softly.

"Hey darling, you need anything?"

Dada looks over to you, subtly turning his head to the side in curiosity. You mess with your fingers before softly and quietly walking over to them and just put your head on Dadas chest. They both look at eachother with a bit of worry before the help you onto their laps.

Easy questions are given as you explain to the best of your ability how you were feeling. The two super soldiers softly rub your back and kiss your cheeks as you explain, and remind you it's always okay to come tell them and how proud of you they were.

Sometimes feelings are just to overbearing to take on your own, but lucky for you, you have two babas ready to take action and help you.

[little-saw]

Am I the only one who gets genuinely devastated everytime Buckys arm is removed/taken from him in fights?

Maybe it's cause I'm disabled myself, but I get so upset, that is his aid, he is a disabled man, that's his prosthetic, I mean sure it's made of vibranium and is super strong, but the bottom line is, that's an aid.

I just feel like the writers removing his arm every chance they can in a fight scene is sorta weird? I don't wanna say abelist cause that's a STRONG word. But it does make me kind of uncomfortable. Plus, the fact that if he doesn't have his arm, he automatically loses? Let me see him fight without his arm. He doesn't lose his abilities with the other arm or kicking and jumping.

Or, they don't take his arm at all. Maybe they take his arm and slam it into the ground caps shield style and it gets stuck?? That would be much more entertaining then just taking his arm off.

I know this is my opinion, but I think the writing regarding Buckys disability needs improvement. They've done good on the mental health, but that isn't enough. Any movie where a character has a metal limb that's stronger and cooler is still, at its core, a prosthetic aid, get it?

Anyway, rant over, let Bucky be a strong disabled man.

[sunflowerandsunshinebaby]

Their girl, Part 5

TW: Panic attack, mentions of anxiety

Translations: Malysh & Malysh - baby

Word Count: 5.8K (longest so far!!)

Tags: @cryingatwindermerepeaks (credit for the flower and candle method & keeping me alive through this illness) @aggies-little-duck @helloomimi @kawaiipeacemusic (thank you for everything, keeping me alive through this illness, and credit for the brownie idea and decision making!!)

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt.7 Pt.8

Warning: As a reminder this is a SFW blog and this is a completely SFW series!! If you are NSFW or have MDNI in your bio then let me know if you have an agere side blog. If not please do not interact with my blog or this series!!!

(sorry for the lateness!! I was sick for a few days!!!)

You watch in amusement as Natasha and Wanda move seamlessly around the kitchen setting up the sandwich station. Your phone buzzes a few times so you look away and check it. Its Yelena unsurprisingly typing in all caps ‘WE’RE LINED UP FOR A SECOND DATE 💪.’ You laugh softly down at your screen and Natasha passes by catching a glimpse and rolls her eyes affectionately. You start typing back and stick your tongue out at Natasha “spy” she snorts. “No sandwich for you” she replies and you gasp dramatically, sending the message before setting your phone down. 

“Miss Wanda!” You say and she looks up from where she was slicing cheese. “Yes detka?” She asks and you blink at the new nickname but move on. “Your wife is refusing to feed me” you complain and Natasha flicks the back of your head and you flinch. Both women exchange a glance before Wanda clears her throat “Well thankfully she's not in charge here. Of course you can have a sandwich.” She said, pressing a quick kiss to Natashas cheek.

“What do you mean you’re in charge?” Natasha says mock indignantly “well I do the cooking so maybe you’re cut off hmm?” Wanda replies teasingly. They devolve into playful bickering and you pick your phone back up to see more messages from Yelena and one from your mom that you clear out. You click on Yelenas and see more rambles about the date. You read through them and a heart a few. A goofy grin spreads across your face, happy for your best friend. She deserved this more than anyone you knew. ‘I’m so happy for you ‘lena!!! 💓’ you text back and feel a tap on your shoulder. “Lunchtime” Natasha said simply rubbing your shoulder ever so lightly.

You nod standing up, your eyes widening at the elaborate sandwich set up. You feel overwhelmed by the options simply staring at them. Natasha notices and continues to rub your shoulder “want me to pick your sandwich malysh?” She asked and you nod “yes please ma’am.” Wanda coos softly “what a sweet girl using her manners” she murmurs and you stare at the ground mildly embarrassed. Natasha begins to build your sandwich “I’m putting on some basic sandwich stuff okay? Nothing too elaborate” Natasha says, glancing at you for approval and you give a thumbs up. 

Wanda chuckles and leans over to her wife “smart choice. A lot of little ones are picky” she whispers clearly not meant for you to hear. You blink at this confused “I’m not a child” you grumble and Wanda looks up. “Of course you aren’t what makes you think that hmm?” She says half teasingly “what you said to Miss. Natasha. ‘Little one’” you echo. “We have a nephew named Nathaniel that’s picky and this just reminded us of him for a moment. He’s definitely still a little one” Natasha said with a playful wink.

You nod slowly that matches up in your brain even if Natasha had said it rather hastily. Natasha passed you your sandwich while Wanda began to make her own. You examine it and begin to eat and Wanda looks over and laughs “you look like a chipmunk when you eat” she comments. You open your mouth but Wanda taps a finger against your lips “finish chewing” she says simply and you finish before swallowing. “I am not a chipmunk” you say with a mock scowl and she laughs as she sits down at the table and begins to eat. Natasha sits down next to her with her finished sandwich and grins. 

“Hmm I don’t know” she replies teasingly “we could be housing a secret chipmunk” she says before beginning to eat. Wanda nods faux sagely “a secret chipmunk who starts classes tomorrow correct?” Her green eyes land on yours and you nod “mhm. I have yours and English 101 and I think that’s it.” You reply and Wanda smiles “I’ll drive you then if that’s okay? My first class of the day is yours and then you can hang out in my office till we can leave.” At her proposition you feel an immense wave of relief. Even if you haven’t known them for very long they brought you comfort.

You let out a small yawn somehow still feeling exhausted despite having slept like a log the night before. Natasha and Wanda have matching amused grins but you keep eating resting your chin on your palm. Your head slumps forward a little but you quickly bring it back up not wanting them to think you’re tired. You finish eating and let out a small yawn trying to hide it with a cough. “Hmm nap time?” Natasha suggests and you shake your head “I’m not 2” you point out. “Even big girls take naps” Wanda replies and you sigh. “But-“ Natasha cuts you off “c’mon sweetie you’ve got a big day tomorrow” she says coaxingly.

“A small one” you relent and Natasha smiles “I’ll do the dishes” she says to Wanda holding her wife’s wrist and kissing her hand. Wanda stands up “thank you detka” she affectionately squeezes her waist. “C’mon sweetie nap time” she says with a smile and you hop up passing Natasha your half eaten plate. Natasha frowns at it “I’m all done”

You say quickly and she nods looking unconvinced. 

Wanda puts a hand on your back and guides you back to the guest room. “Why don’t you change into something comfy?” She suggests “then you can hop into bed and I’ll make sure everything is alright okay?” You nod in agreement, slipping into the room and shutting the door behind you. You grab your folded heart pajamas and shimmy out of your day clothes setting them on the nightstand. You tug on the pajamas that are cinched at the ankles and wrist. You hop into bed and Wanda knocks on the door “can I come in?” She asks softly “yes ma’am” you reply snuggling into the blankets.

She smiles leaning against the doorway. “Are you already for your nap?” She asks and you nod “yeah” you mumble feeling tired setting your phone down on top of your clothes. Wanda chuckles “here let me put my number in if that’s okay? And nats too of course.” You nod slowly, grabbing your phone and unlocking it before finding the contacts app and you pass it over. She enters both numbers in and sets the phone back down on the clothes. She then sets down the glass of milk next to them that you hadn’t noticed. “It’s for in case you find it hard to sleep. Natasha and I find it usually works with litt-we find it usually works.” She explains and you nod noticing her slip up but too tired to care.

She reaches over and squeezes your hand “have a good nap sweetie” she murmurs and strides out gently shutting the door. You sit up a little and sip the warm milk feeling another wave of tiredness wash over you. You set the milk back down and stare at the ceiling. You can’t quite tell when you drifted off but the feeling of safety sticks with you throughout your dreams. When you do wake up you check your phone and see it’s about 4 o'clock and blink blearily.

You stumble out of bed shoving your phone into your pajama pocket before heading out. You make your way to the living room and find Wanda on the couch on her computer. “Hi Miss. Wanda” you mumble still sleepy and she looks up with a smile. “Hey sweetie!” She replies and pats the couch cushion next to her. You plop down onto the cushion “where’s Miss Nat?” You ask and Wanda smiles pulling a blanket out of the coffee table passing it over to you. “She’s in her office working on a contract” she replies as you bury yourself into the soft red blanket. 

“Oh” you mutter “no fun” your lower lip juts out slightly and Wanda chuckles. “Why don’t you grab a book from the bookshelf and do some reading?” She suggests and you grin, hopping up and skipping over to the bookshelf. Your eyes land on the regression book again and they stay on it before shaking your head and moving on. Whatever they liked to learn about you wouldn’t judge heck you had 2 year hyper fixation on true crime cases. You find a copy of Matilda and quickly grab it off the shelf walking back over to the couch and settling back in your spot.

You get entranced in the book reading sucked into the world of a little girl and a kind teacher. You only look up when you feel a hand on your head “hey there sweetie. You good to help with dinner?” Natasha says and you tilt your head up and nod. “Yeah one sec” you look around for a bookmark and Wanda passes you the receipt from earlier. You slide it into the book and hop up. “So Wanda and I were thinking we have some frozen lasagna and then you and I could make a salad?” Natasha suggested and you nod.

Natasha preheats the oven and grabs a bowl “can you grab the lettuce and tomatoes for me?” You open the fridge and find both ingredients and set them on the counter. Natasha then grabs cheddar cheese and some red onions. “Can I grate the cheese?” You ask hopefully and Natasha nods, grabbing it for you. “Careful” Wanda calls from her spot on the couch and you stare “how can she..” you trail off and Natasha grins. “Don’t question it” she says simply as you grate the cheese and she puts the lettuce in and begins to slice the tomatoes. Then she puts a few other toppings in and then the cheese. She puts the lid on and passes it to you. 

You grin and shake it happily Natasha and Wanda exchange smiles. You set the salad down and Natasha puts the lasagna into the oven. “Can I go back to reading?” You ask hopefully and Natasha nods “of course malysh” you rush back to the couch picking Matilda back up. You open it and your eyes narrow on the receipt as you land on the price. Immediately a strangled breath leaps into your throat. This was far too much beyond something you could pay back within a month or two. Your hands begin to tremble as your mind spirals. How could you ever get this much money and since there was no way you could, what would happen?!

Would they kick you out then? Or now? Or would they not even give you the courtesy and just abandon you somewhere? Or or or- as your mind spiraled your vision goes blurry and teary. Your breaths are coming far too quick in tiny little bursts. Wanda notices her head snapping up and she’s scrambling over careful to stay a little away. “Sweetie, can I touch you?” She asks and you stare at her with watery eyes before nodding. She wraps her arms around you in an instant dipping her mouth close to your ear as she murmurs sweet nothings in Sokovian. Natasha catches on grabbing the weighted blanket and piling it on top of you. 

Wanda looks around you looking for the trigger and she sees your white knuckles clutching the book with your thumb firmly on the receipt. “Oh…sweetie, was it the price?” She murmured and you gaped up at her it was as if she could read minds. You nod your brain still whirling like a tornado as you consider the possibilities. “Are you gonna kick me out? I…I can’t pay you back” you admit with a croaky voice. Wanda stares at you “oh no sweetie no. Paying back isn’t an issue mkay?” She tilts your chin up but you hide it back into the weighted blanket. “I- but still I feel bad” you protest even as you begin to feel soothed by her and Natasha’s presence.

“It’s nothing to worry about, sweetie, okay? I promise you won’t have to pay us back and if you choose to do so you don’t have to do it in full amounts or anything along those lines.” Natasha reassures as the oven beeps and Wanda hops up to pull it out. You stay burrowed in the weighted blanket, your breathing still quick “what’s your favorite color detka?” She questioned and you blink “red” you answer finally your brain processing slower than usual. 

She quickly pulled up a picture of red roses “can you breathe in the pretty flowers for me y/n?” She asks and you nod, taking a deep breath. She switches tabs to show a red heart shaped candle “and blow out the candle” she requests. You exhale ‘blowing out the candles’ and she smiles. You two repeat this process several times before you’re breathing normally. “Thank you Miss Nat” you say quietly, still completely buried within the blanket. “Dinner time!” Wanda called and you go to wriggle out of the blanket. “You can have that with you at the table sweetie” Nat murmurs and you stand up and stumble to the table. You wrap the blanket around yourself so your arms stick out so you can eat. 

Natasha sits next to you and laughs lightly but serves you a slice of lasagna and a serving of salad. “Is ranch okay sweetie?” She questions and you nod and she pours ranch onto your portion of salad. Wanda watches and sips a glass of wine. The airfryer dings and Wanda hops up pulling out the garlic bread. Your mind was feeling a bit fuzzy but you couldn’t pinpoint why. Wanda comes back with the bread setting it down. Natasha carefully cuts a piece and sets it down on your plate. You quickly go to grab it “no” Natasha says firmly guiding your hand back. “We blow first, okay malysh?” She corrects blowing on her own piece “like you two blew out the candles” Wanda comments blowing on her own.

You nod blowing on your piece, your chin resting on the table. Once you’re done you tap it and grin when it isn’t as hot. You take a bite of the lasagna and enjoy it for a moment but then a texture hits your tongue that you definitely don't enjoy. Your whole face scrunches up and you want to spit the bite out but don't want to be rude so you swallow it and quickly drink some water. You avoid the lasagna by eating your salad which is rather yummy. “Detka, is there something wrong with the lasagna?” Wanda asks, a tinge of worry entering her voice. 

“No” you lie quickly and she raises an eyebrow “are you positive?” she says the worry being slightly overrun by sternness. You squirm in your seat and adjust your blanket “never mind…” you admit. “What's wrong with it hmm?” Wanda asked and you stare at your plate “one of the textures” you mumble. “Do you know which one?” she prompted and you shake your head hiding more in the blanket. Natasha begins to separate a bit of lasagna into the pasta, sauce, and cheese. “Why don’t you try each one and we’ll see which one you don’t like?” She suggests and you stare “thank you Miss Natasha” you say softly. 

You try the pasta which is fine and then the sauce “it’s the cheese” you say poking at it with your fork. Natasha abruptly takes the pasta apart, scrapes all the cheese off and puts it back together. “Thank you so much” you say filled with gratitude for them. You eat the lasagna without protest now while Wanda steals your extra cheese. Then you eat the bread and get some garlic on your face. Wanda tsks softly leaning across the table to tilt your chin up and wipe it off. “There we go all clean!” She says proudly and you smile “this was delicious” you say quietly “thank you both.”

“Thank you for the lovely salad detka” Wanda says as she hands up gathering the dishes. “Nat, love why don’t you get her set up on the couch I think we need a relaxing night?” She asks her wife and she nods and you stand up trudging to the couch where you curl up next to Natasha. Her hand is resting on your back while she pulls up Gravity falls. “This okay?” She asked and you nod snuggling into the weighted blanket Wanda sits down on your other side and Natasha turns on the show. 

You watch the show happily with wide eyes but the panic attack and overall day has made you exhausted despite your earlier nap. By the middle of the first episode your head was dropped onto Wanda’s shoulder, your eyes half open. You let out a sleepy mumble of “that’s cool” as you stare at the screen but soon you’re dead asleep. Wanda leans behind and taps Natasha shoulder tilting her head towards you. Natasha stands up and without another word scoops you up, settling you onto her hip. She walks back to the guest room and when you sleepily mumble something she chuckles stroking your hair. She set you down onto the bed and tucked you in giving you a fond glance.

Wanda walked behind her wife resting her chin on her shoulder “cutie” she said before tugging her out and into their bedroom. As the two get ready for bed Wanda pauses in her routine. “Should we have told her about…everything we’ve been considering?” She asks, looking at Natasha worried. Natasha finishes drying her face and walks over to her wife holding her hands. “She was definitely at least a little bit little tonight…” Wanda adds. “Absolutely. But I think we should at least try and let her get through tomorrow. Okay?” Natasha says and Wanda nods and they exchange a gentle kiss before both women head to bed.

The next morning when you wake up there’s a note on your nightstand written in red pen that says ‘you fell asleep during the show Natasha got you to bed sweetie!’ Then there was a red heart and you smiled at it. You slide out of bed yawning as you stretch before running through your morning routine and picking out your clothes. You still feel kinda fuzzy but shake your head trying to force it out. You bite your lip as you look for clothes before finding the sweatshirt with clouds and smile at it. Just looking at it makes you happy and feeling the texture is even better. Next is the white top and then a pair of jeans and you pull everything on feeling comfy.

You pad out of the room heading to the kitchen where Natasha has already plated pancakes, eggs, bacon, and fruit. You stare “thank you ma’am. I would’ve woken up earlier if I had known there would be a nice breakfast I could have helped with.” You say apologetically and Natasha laughs “you can help with dinner again okay? Leftovers for lunch which should be in between your classes. It’s in the fridge for you okay y/n?” Natasha says grinning at your still slightly awed face. “Yeah that’s fantastic!” You say “can I help?” You ask, feeling antsy.

“Why don’t you grab everyone some water? Wanda’s putting her stuff in the car and when she’s back in we’ll eat.” Natasha says sitting down and you quickly fill up everyone’s cup and Wanda comes back to sit at the table. “Morning sweetie” she says to you while she smiles down at her plate. Natasha digs in and both of you follow and soon all 3 plates are cleared. You stand up grabbing the dishes before either of them can and Natasha laughs softly. You wash them off and Wanda puts them away while Natasha grabs her purse. “Heading out loves” she spins Wanda around and kisses her before squeezing your shoulder and leans in “text me if you need anything alright?” She said and you nod “of course thank you ma’am. Have a good day.” She walks out the door and you catch a glimpse of her car driving away. 

“Go grab your bag alright?” Wanda says patting your back and you go grab your backpack with your English textbook and psych textbook and everything else you needed. Finally you go to the front door and tug on your socks and shoes. “Alright let’s head out. We’ll be there a few minutes early just so I can show you where my office is okay?” Wanda says and you stand up noticing her outfit. She’s in pants and a button up white top with a beige sweater with her own bag slung over her shoulder. She has both your lunches tucked under her arm.

“You look like a psych professor” you tease and she rolls her eyes as she opens the door. “Shocker” she says dryly as you walk out and she follows locking the door behind her. Wanda unlocks the car and you get into the passenger seat and she passes you your lunch. “I already removed the cheese” she added as she buckled in. “Thank you Miss. Maximoff” you reply with a wide smile. “Buckle” she reminded firmly and you avert your eyes quickly buckling. She drives off and turns music back on this time it’s a type of rock band and you stare at her slack jawed. “I got into this stuff when I was a teenager” Wanda says without looking, flitting her eyes to yours amusedly. 

You check your phone to see a text from Natasha that says ‘Have a good day sweet girl’ and you smile at it hearting it. You watch out the window as Wanda enters campus and rest your chin on your hand. “Pretty” you murmur and Wanda chuckles “it is very pretty” she agrees. She finds her parking spot and parks and you hop out grabbing your lunch and putting it in your bag. Wanda begins to walk and you hurry to follow and she guides you to her office and she taps the door. “You can always drop by okay?” She says keeping her eyes trained on yours until you nodded. She then led you to her room and you gape at the large size. “Go pick a seat detka” she said gently, pushing you in. 

You glance around the room seeing about half of the seats filled but you catch a glimpse of a black girl with brown wavy hair. She’s in jeans and a black shirt with a black jacket. You take a deep breath and go sit next to her. She glances up “hey” she says dryly. “Hi, do you mind if I sit here?” You ask tentatively “well you already are so” she shrugs and checks her watch. You drum your fingers on the table feeling a little anxious. Wanda strode in and sat at her desk. MJ glanced up but didn’t sit up as Wanda set her stuff down. You shoot Wanda an anxious glass and she smiles reassuringly back. 

She clears her throat and her presence seems to make the whole class go still. “Hello everyone. This is intro to psychology. If you’ve had me before than you’re waiting for advanced psychology which is later. If you’re not sure what you’re doing in this classroom there’s a map outside the door.” Her tone is firm but warm. She gave everyone a minute and one student looked bewildered and left waving awkwardly. “Now then for everyone who is in this class this is not an easy class. However if you pay attention and put in the effort then I guarantee you will pass.” Wanda announced and MJ nodded nonchalantly.

Wanda continued to talk through the plans for the year and other important questions and explained that your homework was to read the first chapter of the textbook and take notes. When the class is done MJ looks up “you’re cool” she says simply and you stare “we exchanged about 5 words” you point out. “Yeah but the professor clearly likes you already. Plus you seem like an enigma” she wiggles her fingers and you laugh. “Thanks I guess” you say and wave while grabbing your bag. “Well it’s societies instilled time for lunchtime” MJ said “wanna head to the dining hall with me?” She asks and you nod waving at Wanda. 

You follow MJ to the dining hall “you know where you’re going huh?” You say with a small grin “yeah I scoped out the campus earlier” she said simply. You wait in line before warming up your food and then sit with MJ. There’s a lanky blond boy who looks like he could be a ballet dancer sitting across from her. “Hi there!” He says with a smile “hey. My name’s y/n what’s yours?” You ask “I’m Peter Parker” he says and shakes your hand. 

The lunch passes with some conspiracy theory talk, tech talk, classes talk. The topics shifted so quickly and it was exhilarating. Peter was a STEM student but was taking English 101 for fun. Your phone buzzed and you see a text from Wanda ‘your next class starts in 10 minutes sweetie’ you quickly text back a thank you and stand up packing everything back up. Peter comes to and together you get a little lost but find the English 101 class.

“It’s  taught by Professor Barnes” Peter informs as you two walk in together and sit near the back. He seemed intense and Peter seemed a little nervous around him as he walked around giving details for what the semester will be like. You were intimidated by him too but less than you were of Wanda. The class was overwhelming and your hand gripped the table tight.When class ended you and Peter rushed out talking a little but he left for dinner with a friend. Whereas you head to Wanda’s office where she’s meeting with a student. While making some new friends had been nice…the day was overwhelming. 

There had been a lot of bright lights that gave you a headache and you just wanted to leave. The fuzzy and spacey feeling had come back almost ten fold so you were relieved when the student left her office. You dart in and Wanda looks up a little amused, her eyes narrowed but they return to normal after a moment. “Why don’t you take a break and you can do my homework for you at home after dinner? I grabbed Matilda for you” she said with a smile and she grabbed a small red bag. She pulled out Matilda and a container of cheez kts and pases them over. “Thank you ma’am” you murmur curling up and beginning to read while munching on cheez its. 

When she’s done you pack everything up and walk out to the car with her leaning against her a little. “Good first day sweetie?” She asks and you nod wordlessly hopping into the car “Bucky- professor Barnes told me you made another friend hmm?” She said with a proud smile and you nod. She begins to drive and shoots you a concerned look but your mind was far too spacey. When you arrive at the house Natasha’s at the door and she kisses Wanda and wraps you in a hug “did it go okay sweetie?” Sweetie makes your…headspace worse but you nod clearing your throat “yeah it was okay.” Natasha smiles “I ordered Chinese take out. You can go eat while you work little love” she says squeezing your hand. You smile gratefully heading back to your room where a plate piled with take out is sitting on the desk. 

You take out your textbook and laptop and start to eat while you read. All the words seemed too big and too much and it would be far more fun to watch that cartoon with mo-with Wanda and Natasha again. You reread the same page over ten times and rest your head on the textbook and begin to cry. You had wasted almost a full hour already and had achieved barely anything. Your notes had had the word choices of a child and your Chinese food was barely eaten. You continue to cry into the book feeling pathetic and the stupid spacey feeling begins to take over. 

You hear a knock at your door and don’t bother to look up “come in” you groan. Wanda comes in with a plate with a brownie and a scoop of vanilla ice cream on it. She notices you crying and immediately sets it down “oh detka what is it?” She asks crouching down tilting your head towards her. “This stupid textbook! I’ve reread the same page over and over and I don’t understand and my brain is all  fuzzy and spacey” you’re hyperventilating as you talk and Wanda strokes your cheeks. “Okay sweetie shh..shh. That’s a lot of thoughts going on hmm? The notes can be saved for later. Why don’t you and I go out to Miss. Natasha and finish some more dinner and then dessert. Than more of that cartoon from last night?” She suggests her voice going soft and warm and you nod melting. 

“Can I carry you detka?” She asks and you nod slightly dazed. She scoops you up and you hold the Chinese food and she holds the dessert while carrying you to the living room on her hip. Natasha looks up in surprise and mouths ‘little?’ To Wanda and Wanda nods. You don’t notice too busy trying to eat the Chinese without spilling while still on her hip. “I think we can eat on the couch tonight” Wanda says, stroking your hair as she settles down and Natasha sits down next to you. 

“Wanda? Eating on the couch?? You are a special little love” Natasha cooed, kissing your forehead. The spacey feeling transformed into you feeling…small? You felt safe and warm on the inside. You burrow into Wanda and Natasha picked up the fork from the Chinese. “Okay malysh you look exhausted. Would it be okay if I fed you?” You look at her with glossy eyes and open your mouth. She makes whoosh sounds and feeds you like it’s an airplane. You feel completely small and safe now and giggle as she feeds you. Wanda turns on a new show and you furrow your brows “that int gavity falls” you slur with a pout. “You’re right little love but I think that this is much better for you right now okay?” Wanda says and you nod watching happily. Soon the Chinese food was gone and you were absorbed into the show giggling along. “Miss wandaaaa!” You say peeking up at her “bownie plea!!” You beg and she chuckles “cutie pie” she coos grabbing the brownie and ice cream and feeds it to you using ship noises. You pout “aiplane please” you make puppy dog eyes. She chuckles and switches “only cause you asked nicely love bug.”

You beam at her and return to the show “Miss wanna who your favoite?” You ask “hmm probably strawberry she takes care of all her friends!” She replies, scrunching her nose up at you. “Miss ‘tashhh” you turn to her. “Mine is plum pudding malysh” she says with a smile. You nod as if that made perfect sense before returning to the show. “Miss. Wanna?” you yawn sleepily she looks up from her phone, her other arm still wrapped around your middle. 

“Yes?” She asks with a smile “color?” You ask hopefully and she and Natasha exchange a glance. “Well…it’s getting late, baby girl. Tomorrow okay?” She answers finally and you whine your lower lip jutting out. “Bu bu bu!! Pleaaaa” you beg and Wanda firmly shakes her head with the usual sternness entering her voice. “Bedtime lovebug. We’re going to get you changed and then you can sleep with us hmm?” She says and you scowl at her but nod not wanting to get a scolding. And more importantly you desired cuddles.

Wanda cleaned up while Natasha held your hand escorting you to your room. “I spy with my little eye…a little one!” she says and then her hands land on your stomach tickling you relentlessly and you giggle. “MISS TASH!!!!” You squeal, batting at her hands and she lets go with a small laugh. “I’ll keep that in mind for later” she says with a wink and scoops you up putting you on the bed. She rummages through the drawers and find an oversized shirt with an otter on it and a pair of black sweatpants. “Alrighty lovebug let’s get you changed. Is it okay if I help?” She asks and you nod feeling too small to do it yourself. 

You felt as if you were just floating along feeling more like a toddler than your actual age. Natasha  pats your stomach “arms up y/n” she instructs and you lift them above your hands. She removes the sweatshirt and then the shirt. She guides your arms through the otter shirt holes and you giggle. “And here I thought we had a little chipmunk. Maybe we have a little otter who needs to hold mine and Wanda’s hands so she doesn’t drift away!” Natasha coos holding your hands before tugging on your pants. She guides you through the pant holes “and jump” she instructs. You jump and she tugs them up.

“And now that we’ve got a little otter it is their bedtime hmm? But first! Teeth brushing.” Natasha says and you head to the restroom quickly brushing your teeth. Then you giggle before running off to their bedroom. You run smack into Wanda who has to grab you by the back of your shirt to keep you from falling. She sights softly and gives you a firm look “Detka…no running okay? I know you didn’t know so we’ll talk some more about the rules tomorrow.” She says her voice shifting to reassuring and you nod. Natasha comes up behind you and kisses Wanda’s cheek before holding your hand and walking into the bedroom. Wanda follows and when you turn to tell her something gushes over your shirt “oh that is so cute y/n! You’re a little otter!” She kisses your forehead and both she and Natasha head to get changed. 

You crawl into the bed and sit in the middle of it snuggling under the blankets. Wanda and Natasha come out a few moments later. “Can I touch your hair?” Natasha asks her hands hovering over your hair and you nod. She undoes your hair as Wanda lays down wrapping an arm around your middle. Natasha finishes and lays down holding your hand. Wanda grabs your other hand and kisses your cheek “good night little otter” she murmurs and Natasha turns over “don’t float away” she says teasingly and you mumble an affirmation. You felt oh so small and began to drift off to sleep holding both of their hands tight. 

[babyysoka]

🤍 Regressor!Yelena Belova Moodboard!! 🤍

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All pics from Pinterest!!

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

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

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

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

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

[cordeliya]

₊⊹ ₊ ˚⊹ regressor yelena belova moodboard

hcs for some of these pictures . . .

• yelena takes her little bear plushie everywhere she goes when she’s little. even if it’s pouring down rain, it’s coming with her. she’s had to have someone sew buttons back on multiple times

• she absolutely adores the rain. that’s why her bear is in such condition

• fanny always comes with her on these ‘expeditions’

• when yelena regresses, it’s often due to feeling empty or alone. due to this, she wants nothing more than to be free and away from it all. i feel like she would yearn so badly to have wings

[egotank]

Heya! Could you do little reader regressing for the first time and not really knowing whats going on but deadpool helps them out?

Little Merc

Cg!Deadpool x Little!Reader

“Oh you know what since our mission was successful I think we should totally get some chimichangas!!”

Wade jumps excitedly around you. You smile at his antics but your head is feeling oddly fuzzy like someone turned on a fog machine. You’re understandably scared of this new feeling and try to shake it off.

“Yeah we should totally do that.”

You responded to him slightly distracted. You were trying to keep the fuzzy feeling in your head away but the more you fought it the more of a headache you got. Wade noticed the way you rubbed the sides of you forehead.

“You okay Y/N?”

He asks in a serious and caring tone.

“Oh yeah…”

You spoke after a long silence, the fogginess in your head was growing stronger and you were honestly getting tired of holding it back by the time you're halfway there to Wade’s favourite place to get chimichangas. As you let it take over you let out a scared whine without realizing it and now suddenly you have your mission partner squatting down to be on eye level with you.

“Oh hey it’s okay. No need to be scared Little Merc.”

He spoke softly though when he sees you tilt your head at his nickname he makes an ‘Oh’ face.

“It’s your first time regressing isn’t it?”

You nod you’d heard of age regression before but you never thought about being a regressor but now all you can think of is wanting to hold someone’s hand because suddenly everything just seems scarier.

Wade must notice this because when he stands back up he assures you everything's okay cause he’ll protect you and then offers you his hand. You of course gladly take his hand feeling very safe with him, he lets you stay regressed for as long as you want buying the chimichangas and playing with you.

[lokidips]

no one can resist the baby charm…

(YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, ART DROP FOR 2025! I AM SO BACK!)

[miloscozycorner]

𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐨���𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬.

Caregiver!Wanda Maximoff x Regressor!Reader

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

cw: age regression

( 1109 Words )

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

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

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

“Hey bubby. I got you your cards.”

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

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

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

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

An enthusiastic nod.

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

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

“Yes”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lottiesboy]

cg! agatha harkness reassuring you after you have an accident

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[softspace-fics]

Flare up

Over the last few days i've had extremely bad flare ups of my joint pains and honestly needed to be able to express it. I was originally going to do a Loki or Stucky fic but I think I needed just a little more StrangeTony in my life so... here we are! I hope you all enjoy. Thank you so much for the love and feedback on my latest posts, I really missed being active. That said, THANK YOUU! Enjoy!

Masterlist - All my work!

Warnings⚠️: Tears, mentions of Tony's trauma, joint pain, comfort, love.

Cg!strangetony x GN! little reader

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Feeling pain wasn’t uncommon for you, constant join pain whether it was in your wrists, knees, ankles, hips or anything else that could cause pain was normal to you. You were able to normally fend it off with some light pain meds and maybe wear a brace for a little and you’d be able to survive.

This pain was not survivable. The agony in even rolling over on your bed was enough to want to scream. It was like something sharp was stabbing your spine and hips as you sat up.

You tried to get up and go take some meds, but on the way to the bathroom it was too much, and you ended up sliding down the wall in the hallway, your legs throbbing from the maybe 10-foot walk.

The only time that you’ve ever felt pain this bad is when you were a kid, and your joints would flare so bad from playing too hard. This pain felt awful. You wanted nothing but your caregivers to come and take all the pain away.

Strange and Tony had been sent on a mission a few days prior, and you weren’t sure when they would be home. All you could do is hope it would be soon.

As you stand back up slowly, you make it to the bathroom before rummaging through the pain meds you have, grabbing some. You take the highest dosage you can take and sit on the floor, crying.

Before you can even register any of the noises coming from the living room, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You freak and move away from whoever is touching you before you realize that it's none other than Tony. His face is full of concern as he gently picks you up off the floor, placing you on the counter as he stands with his hands on your face, making you look at him.

“Baby what happened? Why are you crying? What hurts?” His answers are as soft as he can manage but thinking the worst his eyes are full of concern.

Breaking down fully, you hug him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder about how bad your back and hips feel, begging for him to make it stop, to make it feel better.

He holds you tenderly but closely as he slowly rubs circles onto your back and hips, kissing your cheek. He knew what it was like to have severe pain and be unable to truly think of anything but it. After all of the surgeries and pain he went through to get his chest piece, he wishes none of this type of pain on anyone.

He softly pulls away after your tears become dry heaves and walks over to the bathtub, turning on the warm water. He grabs some Epsom salts and bubble bath, putting them both in before turning towards you and pulling you back to his chest as you try and catch your breath.

“Baby let's get you in a bath so we can try and get you to feeling better, okay? Did you take any meds?” He softly asks, rubbing your back again.

You nod your head, pointing to which ones you took. He nods and kisses your temple before helping you to get undressed and into the tub. Something he loves to do is bathe you. Although in this circumstance all he wants is to see your tears fade.

As the warm water encases you in it, your back and hips eventually start to try and loosen, the pain becoming more bearable as the meds and warm water help.

Your dada sits next to the tub, holding your hand and kissing your temple as he watches you visibly relax some. He knows the next little while is going to be hard for you both. Seeing as strange won't be back for at least another few days, there's nothing more you both can do than just hope that your normal remedies work.

As the water eventually runs cooler, Tony unplugs the bath and helps to get you out and dressed into comfortable clothes before picking you up and taking you to lay on the couch.

Once you're all set up on the couch, he turns on your favorite show and goes to make you breakfast. Even though he doesn’t want to let you leave his sight, he does his best to make your favorite foods before eventually joining you on the couch and feeding you.

Even though the pain was bad and all you wanted to do was cry, having your dada there to help you made it a little easier. The next few days were spent either on the couch, in the tub, or on your Dada’s lap as he tried to help relieve some of the pain by massaging your hips and lower back.

Once your papa got home on the 4th day of pain, he was able to help you feel a little better with some of his remedies, as well as just being there like your Dada was the entire time.

You eventually felt better and back to your normal amounts of pain, but without your two caregivers you weren’t sure you'd ever feel as happy as you do, especially seeing how you felt in the midst of the pain.

If there was anything your caregivers were able to do, was bring a smile to your face and make all the sore and bad days' worth every second.

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Their Girl, Part 7

TW: Self deprecation, very very vague references to trauma (Wanda’s not readers), anxiety

Translations: Malysh - baby Detka - Baby

Word Count: 3K

Tags: @cryingatwindermerepeaks @helloomimi @kawaiipeacemusic (💜) as always thank you guys for listening :)

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The rain hit the windows like bullets as the wind whipped. Not a split second later Wanda’s phone buzzed relentlessly and Natasha’s lit up. Wanda reluctantly opens her eyes and sees you tangled in the blankets. Her lips turn up while her eyes dart to the window and grabs her phone. Natasha is already propped up against the headboard on her phone. “Severe storm & flooding warning” Natasha informs and worry flashes through Wanda’s eyes. She stands up letting go of your hand to walk out to their front room. 

Wanda opens the curtains and her face sinks when she sees the severity of the rain. Natasha comes up wrapping an arm around her wife’s waist. “I’m going to cancel my classes for the day, it's far too dangerous to drive” Wanda murmured and Natasha nodded in agreement. She kissed her wife’s head and spun around to see you standing with hands half in your pockets and your chew bracelet in your mouth. “Morning malysh” Natasha says beckoning you over and you walk up the window leaning against her. 

“What’s going on?” You ask, watching as the rain droplets slide down the window. “Bad weather” Wanda states “Most likely a lot of classes won’t be going on today. You’re going to be staying home.” You look at her with half asleep eyes and nod. Natasha heads to the kitchen to start cooking while Wanda heads off to presumably another office in the house. You opt to help Natasha and find her chopping up some veggies. “Could you grate some cheese lovebug?” Natasha requested and you nod wordlessly still slightly in that little daze.

Natasha has headphones on and you can ever so faintly hear the sounds of a podcast being played while she begins to make the omelets. You finish grating the cheese and pass it over looking around for something else you could help with. You stand on your tiptoes to find three red plates and set them on the table. Natasha kisses your forehead when you cross back “thanks love bug” she coos. You rock on your heels glancing down before grabbing the cutlery and setting it down.

Natasha cooks the omelets and puts biscuits in the oven while you perch on the countertop. Wanda comes out and creeps behind you before wrapping her arms around your middle. She props her chin on your shoulder and talks to Natasha while you melt into her. They talk about the nasty weather and a clap of thunder sounds out and you perk up. Natasha’s stance stiffens while you can feel Wanda’s arms tighten around you. Wanda’s eyes flick down to you but she just pats your  side gently tugging you off the counter to eat. 

You stayed quiet throughout most of breakfast listening to the storm while letting your thoughts wander and of course they drifted to regression.. Both experiences in what the two women had deemed littlespace were nice. They helped you feel better and more stable after the daze wore off. You were quietly hoping that this would be able to continue with them. But there was the prickling fear creeping into your brain  of them suddenly changing their minds.

You shook your head to banish that thought and returned to eating your omelet. Natasha drummed her knuckles on the table to get your attention.  “Y/n back to the land of the living mkay?” She says half teasingly and your fork clatters onto the table  but you nod. “What’s got that little head up in those clouds?” Natasha questions and you shrug not wanting to say the real topic. “Mhmmmm” Wanda replies as she cleans up her plate and Natasha stands to get the rest of the dishes. You stare down at your half eaten omelet and slide it over to Natasha to take “thank you ma’am.”

Wanda frowns at your plate and opens her mouth but Natasha lightly elbows her with a shake of her head. You stand up and look outside. The rain is coming down hard and a loud crack of thunder echoes. A small smile flits across your face and Natasha glances at you curiously “do you like storms?” She questions while Wanda begins to wash the dishes. “I don’t mind them. They help calm me down sometimes” you admit getting the sense that neither of them liked storms all that much. Wanda puts down the dishes with a clatter as her hands tremble and she rests against Natasha. You back up slowly feeling intrusive and head to your room realizing that was a private moment.

You begin to conduct more research regarding caregiver and little dynamics and end up resorting to pinterest. As you scroll through the seemingly endless pictures of littles or little activities or littles with their caregivers you begin to feel a small pang of insecurity. You didn’t seem to fit entirely with any of these almost categories of littles, What if Natasha and Wanda didn’t like that? What if they wanted a certain type of little? You were already terrified enough of potentially asking them to be your caregivers but what if they rejected you because they thought you were weird? Or a bad little? Those thoughts began to spiral endlessly as you mindlessly scrolled through Pinterest imagining all the ways they could say no. 

You hear a knock on the door and startle “yes?” Your voice is shaky and you desperately try to wipe away the tears and hide the fact that you were little. Wanda cracks open the door and her whole face softens when she sees the state you’re in. Natasha is standing right beside her and she frowns lightly. You spin your chair around not wanting to see their pitiful expressions.

Natasha slowly approaches you and  spins your chair around . You immediately flail your legs not wanting her to touch you since she’d leave you soon anyways. Natasha frowns lightly “malysh? Can we stop kicking please?” You frown at her “why?” It comes out in a far brattier tone than you intended and you wince when you see Wanda’s face harden. “Little love no more kicking” Wanda says sternly but softens slightly when your crying intensifies. You huff and stop the flailing as Natasha grabs a tissue and delicately wipes your nose. 

“Little one, what's going on?” Natasha asks quietly, taking a step back again. “Don’t think you like little me” you say shakily through hiccups and Wanda’s hand flies to her mouth. She crosses over to you “oh y/n why would you think that?” Wanda asks the sternness transitioning to confusion and you scowl at the ground. “Well well well! Because!!! Eveyon seems to be a cetain type of little n I don think I am! I don think you gonna like me enough to to-“ You cut yourself off before you reveal the thought that’s been stuck in your brain for the past two days.

“Oh baby, not like you enough to what?” Wanda questions and you play with your hands “not important!” Your voice raises in pitch. A frown flickered over Wanda’s face “y/n” the strictness returned in a blink of an eye and you freeze. “Yes ma’am?”  You answer in a small voice and Wanda sighs softly. “I think it’s actually pretty important. Because Nat and I happen to adore you very much and just because you don’t fit into a box doesn’t mean you’re a bad little okay?” You nod slowly, wiping away the small tears that had formed.

“So do you want to finish your sentence, little love?” Natasha questioned as Wanda puts a straw into a juice box and passes it to you. You shake your head slowly and Natasha sighs. “Okay malysh we won’t pressure you. But we both want you to realize that we adore you okay? Little you and big you and all that little sleepy otterness you’ve got tucked away okay?” Natasha says this, keeping eye contact with you and you nod again. “Yes ma’am” Natasha smiles stroking your hair and you look at Wanda as you practically chug the juice box. 

Wanda smiles “It’s okay now  little love. Because it’s rainy and heading to classes is not happening, why don’t we make some cookies, hmm?” You look at her with wide eyes setting the juice box down as your sleeve slips into your mouth and you nod. Your eyes are still watery with thoughts whirling around in the back of your mind. “I see that tornado look none of that little one” Natasha scolded softly, tugging your sleeve out of your mouth. “And on that note” Wanda tugs a pacifier in a small bag out of her pocket.

“Y/n? What do we think about trying this?” You stare at it and cock your head “um.” On one hand you wanted to try it but what if they thought you were a baby? And then in their minds made a little box of a baby regressor for you? But Wanda looked kind of hopeful and you  didn’t want to disappoint her. So you nod slowly and she passes it over. You slowly push it into your mouth and the feeling is foreign. You slowly suck on it and while it takes a few minutes to get used to it you slowly fall into a rhythm.

“Cookies now?” You say slowly around the pacifier and it comes out a little muffled. Wanda nodded and Natasha and her both stood up and you followed them. Wanda turns on some music  while Natasha pulls out a cookbook. You stand in front of Wanda as she guides you through putting ingredients into the mixer. “Good job detka” she coos as Natasha passes you an egg. You slowly and carefully crack it before dropping it in. “Eggshell” you point at it with a frown and Wanda nods kissing your cheek.

“Good eyes little one” she plucks it out and sets it down  onto a paper towel. When the cookies are put in the oven you sit in front of it and Natasha chuckles. “Cute. But it’s gonna be about 15 minutes so” you squeak when she scoops you up by under your arms. You struggle away and run to the window and see the rain hitting it. “Can I jump in the puddles?” You look at them both with big pleading eyes. The two of them exchange glances before Wanda speaks up “baby you could get sick…” she says hesitantly  “I have a rain jacket!!” You protest. 

“Pleaseeee” you beg and Natasha looks at her “I’ll take her out Wanda? Besides our little otter needs to get wet.” Wanda looks at her and nods with a small sigh. “Rainjacket, pacifier out, other jacket, and good shoes” she says firmly and you nod eagerly. All the tornado thoughts had disappeared at the thought of being able to play in the rain. You grab Natasha’s hand and drag her back to your room and rummage through the drawers proudly showing her your tattered rain jacket. 

She hides her flicker of pity looking at the jacket. It’s a plain gray with a few rips and stains. “This looks like a jacket you’ve had a lot of fun in little love” she said carefully “but I think I’ve got a rain jacket stored away with some flowers on it. What do we think about that one?” You look at her and then back at your rain jacket and nod excitedly. Natasha grabs the coven of chaos sweatshirt you had borrowed a few days ago and helped you get it over your head.

Natasha and you walked back to her closet where she found the rain jacket and you bounced on your heels excitedly. She zipped it up for you and glanced down at your tennis shoes “you mind if those get wet kiddo?” You shake your head just wanting to run out into the rain. She smiled and put a hand on your back and you two walked out to the front room. Wanda was sitting at the table working on grading. You look at her with a smile and remove the pacifier remembering she didn't want you wearing it outside. 

She accepts it and puts it in the sink “it’ll be clean when you get back in baby. Be careful. Natasha bring her back in if she even starts sniffling. You too detka make sure Nat doesn’t get sick either.”  she points at both of you half threatening. You nod and drag Natasha to the door. Natasha laughs softly and opens the door glancing at her side when she hears a loud crack of thunder. You beam up at Natasha when you see the amount of puddles in the road tugging the hood over your head.

You jump in the first one you see just in front of the porch and squeal when water hits you. Natasha sits on the porch watching you with a hawk's eye. After almost half an hour of running around and you return to show her a flower you had found Natasha hears a faint sniffle. “Okay time to go in baby” she instructs and you look up and shake your head running away dropping the flower in the process. Natasha sighed half fond and half exasperated “y/n here now” she calls. You run back to her side “sorry sorry sorry Miss ‘Tasha” you look at her with worried eyes. 

She softens slightly “it’s okay baby. But inside now” you follow her back into the house. Wanda’s still working but there’s a plate of cookies sitting on the coffee table in front of her. There are towels hanging from a coat hook and Wanda glances up. “How’d it go, little love?” She questioned as you peeled off  your rain jacket and Natasha took it to the laundry room. “It was so fun! Got wet though” you sniffle and Wanda cocks an eyebrow. “I’m glad but how are you feeling?” She questions you and you beam “good!! I’m otay it was jus cold!”

Wanda relaxes a little “your cookies are done sweetheart” you quickly walk over to the coffee table and grab one. Wanda gestures for you to go ahead and eat one while she sits back down with her computer. You plop next to her and she tsks “you are wet” she says tapping your nose and you giggle and nod. You chew on the cookie “yummy!!” Wanda looks up with a small chuckle “you did a great job helping.”

You sit next to her on the couch and watch as she types up emails.  “Boring” you inform her with your cheek on her shoulder and she plays with your hair absentmindedly. “Yup. But I’ve got to keep helping my studentst.” Natasha comes back in and sits next to Wanda and Wanda gently shuts  her computer and you blink at her slightly firm gaze.  “Something important?” You ask quietly, feeling bigger at her demeanor. “We had a question y/n” Wanda says and passes you another cookie. You chew on it slowly as Natasha speaks up “we have been wondering over the past few days if you would be interested in entering an official little caregivers relationship with the two of us.”

You blink wide eyed and shove the rest of your cookie in your mouth. You finish chewing and look at them “actually?”  You question them not wanting for them to disappoint you. “Of course silly. You’re going to be living here anyway and I think it would help you if we were able to be more hands on when caring for you.” Wanda's eyes glitter as she explains “how would that be different from now?” You question curiously and the two women exchange a glance.

“Well there would be rules most likely. Ones we all decide on together” Natasha reassured quickly “you’d probably be treated much like you do now by us except we’ll probably be a bit more caregivery” you nod slowly. “You two were holding back before?” You tease and Wanda rolls her eyes with a reluctant chuckle. “That means being spoiled too” Natasha adds and your mouth snaps open to protest but Wanda passes you a glass of water. “Hydrate little love” you glower at her playfully but sip the water. 

You catch a glimpse of Wanda wringing her hands until Natasha gently places a hand on top of them. On one hand you were jumping for joy in your head because they wanted what you wanted! But at the same time the anxiety and the tornado thoughts from before were holding you back. What if just when everything started to work out they realized they didn’t like this idea anymore?? And didn’t like you anymore? “I uh” you stammer as the thoughts swirl around your head.

Natasha shoots you a concerned look “in and out little love” she coaxes and you slowly breathe in and out. “This sounds really good” you admit and Wanda’s hands go limp “but?” She says her dark eyes meet yours and you look away. “Are you two sure you won’t regret this?” You question and Wanda gapes “of course not honey. We wouldn’t offer this if we didn’t want this. You’re free to decline of course but please don’t let all those swirly thoughts in your head hold you back okay?” Her tone is warm and gentle and you want to melt into it.

You nod slowly “yeah” you feel slightly more confident “then I want to test this out. Is that okay?” Wanda’s stress seemed to dissipate and she squeezed your shoulder “of course y/n. Natasha and I will work on setting stuff up today and then we can talk with you about it okay?” You nod in agreement to her proposal and Wanda’s hand slipped into Natasha’s. “We’re so happy you said yes” Natasha murmured with a smile that made you smile just as wide.

 “Hey if you’re feeling big enough I emailed you and the rest of the class to tell you all there’s an easy assignment up. You could go work on that?” Wanda suggested and you nod, going to grab your computer and come back and settle next to her. Natasha had her own out and a clipboard with some papers. The three of you settled into a comfortable albeit excited silence as you worked, Wanda emailed, and Natasha began to set up for the newly unfolding dynamic.