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Cg!Bucky won second for my doodle poll! So here he is!! Just some self indulgent Baba fluff because times are rough for me right now! Changes aren't Bunnie's favorite, but Bucky's super patient (especially with Natasha's help) đЎđЎđЎ
Due to him losing his daughter, he would have the need to take care of someone. Once he figures out his partner is a little or finds out what it is, he's down for it.
Calling his little his "Spiderling", it started off as a joke but it grew on him so fast. His favorite time to spend with you, is holding you in his arms while he does work, gently patting your nappie as you fall asleep.
Speaking of nappies, we all know well that he would buy spider themed stuff for you. If you're scared by spiders, cats. Miguel loves cats.
When you're sad or stressed he will quietly ask you to show him your "paws", once you hold your hands up to him, he'll kiss the palms of your hands and tell you how proud he is.
I need agere content with spider Noir. Heâs my favorite and I think heâs the best and he would be such a good father/older brother figure to look after someone regressed. So I've thought up a couple prompts that I feel like sharing to perhaps inspire some people. :3 (Also cause these ideas will simply keep bouncing around in my brain if I don't do something about them)
1. Peni regressing and Noir doing his best to take care of her the way he grew up. Which meant no electronics much to the littleâs dismay.
Instead they make homemade ice cream and play board games together. Perhaps listening to old songs and dancing around the living room. So just kinda showing the girl that you donât necessarily need to rely on technology to have a good time.
Showing her a bunch of things she ever had a chance to do in her childhood, that seem relatively simple to him. Maybe in turn she shows her cg a bunch of new things as well.
2. A real simple one but Noir coloring with Miles.
With the artist regressed it's much more enjoyable for him to let go with his art and not have to have every detail perfect, and considering Noir isn't the best when it comes to distinguishing color, Miles really doesn't have to worry about the quality of work to begin with. Noir is so proud of his kiddo, and like any proud parent is going to show off to the world. The world being Miguel's office area in order to mess with the older spider man when he walks in and sees that his walls are covered in colorful pictures.
3. Pav being babysat by Noir. Noir not feeling the best mentally, maybe itâs a bit of an off day, not to bad that he canât look after Pav, heâs just not having the best time ever. Pav noticing and decides to draw Noir a fun picture to cheer him up. Perhaps he even shares his stuffed bear that Gayrti gave him because it always cheers him up when he feels soggy. (Iâm just soft for little one taking care of their caregiver, kinda a reverse dynamic, idk)
Another idea is him fretting over Noir and rushing to get bandaids and puts at least a dozen all over Noir because that's what Hobie does for him when he gets an ouchie in order to feel better, and it always works.
welcome back temper tantrum max mayfield . . . the littlest angry babygirl ever aughhh. never failing the little agenda i swear 2 god!!!! + mike rage-baiting her will never get old
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pairing : little!will byers x caregiver!mike wheeler
summary : mike tries not to get in his head about being a bad caregiver, but he can't help but worry. luckily, he remembers the four a's that steve taught him.
warning/extra tid-bits : tantrums, caregiver-doubt, i think that's all [modern, college au] [classification au]
word count : 1,546
divider credit : umm i found all the photos on pinterest :3 and divider from @strangergraphics
a/n : y'all thought you could get rid of me?! [cross posted on ao3 !!]
Mikeâs fingers practically blended with the keyboard of his laptop as his fingers moved across the letters, typing up what was possibly the worst essay his creative writing professor would ever read.Â
Nancy told him time and time again, âIf you procrastinate, itâs only going to get worse.â, and as much as he hated to admit it, his older sister was painfully correct, as usual.
A little over a year into college, and Mikeâs habit of completing important projects 24 hours before the due date was still in full effect.Â
âMikey, Mikey, Mikey!â Will giggled, rushing down the hallway of their humble apartment. Mike instantly broke focus on his essay, caregiver instincts in full effect. He had no clue Will had regressed; hell, he barely remembered Will didnât have any classes today.Â
âHey, bud,â Mike smiled tiredly, pushing his laptop onto their scuffed-up coffee table and letting out a small âumph!â as Will crawled into his lap without warning.
He was hyper today, happy.
That made Mike genuinely smile, nodding along to Willâs barely sensible babbling as he took in just how lively Will looked today. He was talking with his hands, swaying without realizing, and giggling throughout almost all his words.
Itâd been monthsâ maybe even years- since Will had been this gleeful during fall.
âMiiikeeey!â Will whined, tugging on his caregiver's navy blue sweatshirt with a pout. âYou arenât âisteninâ!â Will frowned, creasing his brow in a way that made Mike want to pinch his cheeks.
Still, Mike blinked, âSorry, sorryâ tell me one more time, Iâm listening this time.â He promised, his brain finally catching up to the conversation.
âWanâ do arts ân ârafts!â His little one exclaimed, âGo ahead, bud, Mikeyâs still doing homework.â Mike explained. Being a caregiver in college wasnât the easiest job in the world, but Mike wouldnât trade it for the world. Especially when his little was Will.
The little squealed excitedly, standing up from his seat on his caregiverâs lap before rushing back down the hall. Mike watched for a moment before grabbing his laptop and continuing his work. He only had a few more paragraphs.Â
He could totally manage.
âŚTotally.
Will came back with his arts ân crafts container in tow, eagerly opening up the box of various art supplies and rummaging around before pulling out his desired medium of the day.
Paint.
As a caregiver, especially as a caregiver to a little as sensitive as Will, Mike did his best to avoid fussing over small things.
Not tired at bedtime? Mike didnât have a problem reading multiple stories, sometimes making some up off the top of his head.
Picky eating phase? Mike would remake as many grilled cheese sandwiches as Will desired.
Hell, nearly 100% of the time, Will didnât give Mike a reason to fuss. Sure, PTSD kicked both their asses, but that wasnât anything to fuss overâ just something to adapt to.
All this to say, Mike was not the type of caregiver to deny his little of anything⌠without reason.
Today, Mike had a reason for not wanting Will to use paint. Mike estimated that he would still be working on the essay in front of him for hours, meaning he wouldnât have time to clean up the excess paint before it dried onto the carpet and couch.Â
Add in the fact that Will almost always required a bath after painting, and the caregiver knew that there was just no way he had time for that today.Â
âWill, maybe no paint todayâ yeah?â Mike asked, his voice wavering slightly. Call him a pushover, but he hated telling Will ânoâ.Â
Will looked up, smile fading from his face, giggles were a thing of the past. âBut,â His brow furrowed with disappointment. âBut y-you said,â Willâs eyes glossed over, and Mike felt his heart break for his little, âYou said I could make artâŚâ He mumbled, his lip quivering as his sad eyes pierced through to Mikeâs heart.
âI know, baby, but-â Mike was cut off by Will letting out an angry huff before slamming his paint brushes on the floor, kicking out angrily, and hitting the coffee table with his foot. âWill!â Mike exclaimed, not even out of angerâ more so just shocked by his littleâs actions.
âYou canât do that, Will. You could get hurt.â The caregiver scolded, standing up and crouching down on the floor next to his best friend. Mike racked his brain for what to do in this scenario. Will was not the type of little to throw tantrumsâ hell, Mike could count the number of tantrums he had on one hand.
âJust remember the four Aâs.â Steve had told him the first time it happened, âWhat?â Mike asked, helpless frustration building in his tone. âThe four Aâs. Assess whatâs happening, acknowledge the littleâs feelings⌠then get an apology.â
Assess.Â
Mikeâs eyes took in the sight before him. Willâs tears were thick as they trailed down his faceâ he was murmuring something about just wanting to paint, but it only made the caregiver feel worse.Â
âBaby, câmere,â Mike reached out for his little, making sure to keep his tone steady. Will swatted his hand away, continuing to sob and back away. The black-haired man bit his lip, peering at Will with soft eyes before continuing to the next step.
Acknowledge.
âWill, I know youâre upsetâ I understand,â Mikeâs voice was soft, stuck in a tone that was purely reserved for Will. âN-No âou donât!â The little sniffled, shaking his head as he wiped away his tears with his sleeve.Â
âI do, bud. I understand youâre probably sadââ He was obviously sad, but Mike continued.
â-- And thatâs okay, youâre allowed to be sad,â Mike promised, his heart breaking as Will hiccuped against his own sob. His sniffles grew more frequent as he glared tear-filled eyes at his caregiver.
âBut you canât throw your brushes like that, or kick things.â Mike always felt bad scolding Will, even when a scolding was necessary. âOr shove,â Mike added, making the little let out a pitiful whimper that hit him right in the heart.
Willâs gaze softened slowly, hiccuping and sniffling as he reached out for his caregiver. The raven-haired man pulled him into a hug, cooing and murmuring quiet reassurance as he rubbed his littleâs back.Â
Will buried his face into the crook of Mikeâs neck, dampening the collar of his sweaterâ the caregiver didnât mind, though.Â
âCan you say sorry?â Mike asked gently, leaning back and examining his littleâs dirtied face. Tear stains and drying snot gave the brunette a disheveled appearance. Will whined, pouting in his carerâs lap before murmuring something intelligible.
âHm?â Mike asked, leaning in closer. Will whimpered, âSaid mâ sorryâŚâ He murmured, âF-for kickinâ andâŚbeinâ a brat.âÂ
Mike furrowed his brow, dipping his head down slightly to meet his littleâs gaze. âYou are not a brat.â Mikeâs tone was serious, but nowhere near scary. âYou got frustrated, and thatâs more than okay.â He explained gently, âJustâŚnext time, no kicking the coffee tableâ kay?â
Will nodded sheepishly, snuggling against his caregiverâs chest.Â
The two stayed like that for a comfortable amount of time before Will eventually asked if he could use his paint set tomorrow.Â
âOf course you can,â Mike smiled, ruffling his hair before continuing, âJust promise to make me something to put on the fridge.â
Will giggled, his nose wrinkling up with a smile. It only took a few more minutes of back rubs before Will got lost in a forgotten coloring book that Nancy bought him during her journalism travels.
Mike watched for a moment, making sure Will didnât secretly hate him.
âAnd the fourth?â Mike asked, looking towards Steve with watery eyes. He hated crying, but he especially hated crying in front of regressed Willâ and yet, here he was. Eyes watering in fear, his little would hate him for the rest of his life if he scolded him.
âAccept,â Steve said, placing a firm hand on Mikeâs shoulder. The raven-haired furrowed his brow, prompting Steve to continue his speech. âAccept the fact that tantrums happen, and he wonât hate you.â
âBut Steve, the way he looked at me when I-â
âWhen you scolded him for snatching Edâs crayon? Would you rather let him get into the habit of not sharing?â Steve asked, leaning against the wall, awaiting a response. âWhat? No, I-â
âItâs a part of being a caregiver. It took me a long time to get used to, but itâs just like picking up messes⌠or finishing half-eaten sandwiches.â Steve explained, âWill wonât hate you, and heâs definitely not gonna be scarred for life.â
That day, Mike had to admit, Steve was probably the best caregiver he knew.
âMikey, look!â Will snapped his carer back to reality, excitedly showing him a page on his New York City-themed coloring book. Mike smiled at the sight of his littleâs work, neat lines that no other little but Will could replicate.Â
âItâs awesome, bud, can you draw me another?âÂ
Will nodded enthusiastically, getting back to work quickly. Tantrum now a thing of the past.
Mike blinked slowly, standing up and reaching for his laptop. Today, heâd finish his essay and compliment Willâs coloring.
just something ive noticed in a lot of agere fics-
its kind of a pet peeve of mine when a character regresses and they immediately baby talk or immediately start referring to their cg with nicknames and titles or immediately know what they want or other stuff like that
let the regressor grapple with the situation! let them struggle with it, contemplate it, make mistakes! a regressed brain doesnt automatically mean all the walls r down and they can immediately get into the swing of things i know at least for me its not but my point is dont be afraid to show the regressor take their time with it all!
Caregivers!Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan with Regressors!Dustin, Mike and Will
Requested by: anon
Words: 907
Steve hadn't originally planned for his home to become the default hangout spot for three energetic regressors - then again he did cave almost instantly. He sighed as he stood there in the kitchen, bringing out all the mugs he had and filling them with hot chocolate powder. His other hand was lazily stirring the milk on the stove. He could hear the three of them going nuts in the other room, and his stomach twisted at the possibility of another broken vase. His stomach began to gnaw, and he could hear the distant sounds of bickering. He eyed the phone on the wall, and with the sound of another annoyed yell, he picked it up and dialed Nancy's number.
It rung for a while, and Steve's leg was starting to shake with worry and impatience. It wasn't until the fourth ring, that he finally heard a click and Nancy's voice come in over the phone.
"Steve? You alright?" She asked, her voice already on edge.
"Nance, thank-" he stopped himself, before clearing his throat and speaking again. "Nance, can you come over and uh... watch your brother? They're all bickering and I need to watch the stove, but I need to watch them too because if I don't there's gonna be a broke-"
"Woah woah, slow down Steve. Of course I can come over, I'm not really doing anything right now. Want me to bring Jonathan?" She asked. Steve couldn't stop his sigh of relief.
"Honestly? That'd be perfect," He said as he continued to stir the milk.
"Alright, we're on our way. We'll be five minutes, think you can hold down the fort 'til then?"
Steve chuckled a little down the phone, holding it to his ear with his shoulder as he started to pour the milk into the mugs.
"Ha ha very funny," he sighed. "Just get here fast before your brother explodes."
He heard a quick tut on the phone before a click, prompting Steve to put the phone back on the wall.
"Steeeeeve," came a loud whine from the living room, and Steve had to pause his stirring to look through and see Dustin and Mike fighting over the Millenium Falcon, while Will was sat in the corner looking honestly like he was about to start crying. He quickly put his towel over his shoulder as he approached the doorway.
"Hey, hey, hey. We need to share our toys," Steve said, trying to put on his best stern voice. "Dustin, Mike, if you can't play nicely together, you need to play separately," he said as he approached the two boys, his eyes quickly flicking over to Will who was hugging his knees.
The two other boys crossed their arms and were refusing to look at each other. Steve let out another long sigh. "Look Nancy and Jonathan will be-"
He was interrupted by the sound of a doorbell. Saved by the bell... he thought to himself as he quickly ran to the door to open it, seeing a very cold Nancy and Jonathan at the doorstep. He quickly ushered them in, and as soon as Will saw Jonathan he quickly ran and hugged his brother's leg, starting to cry a little bit into his jeans.
Jonathan kneeled down, wrapping Will in his arms. "Oh Will..." he murmured as he stroked through his hair. "It's okay, come on... let's go and sit on the couch, yeah?" He said as he guided his little brother to the couch and wrapped him up in a warm blanket.
Nancy, meanwhile was looking at the two bickering regressors, and put her hands on her hips. "Okay you two, you've given Steve quite enough trouble for tonight. How about we settle down on the couch and watch a movie, and put all that bickering behind us, hm?"
Dustin and Mike both nodded quickly, and Dustin ran up to go and hug Nancy, which she quickly returned. Mike, meanwhile, turned back to Steve with a huge guilty look on his face. Steve saw his face scrunching up, threatening the beginning of tears. "M sorry Steve.." He mumbled through a shaky voice. Steve got down onto Mike's level. "It's okay Mikey, I know how tricky it can be for you sometimes. But I really appreciate you apologising. Do you wanna come sit with me while we watch a movie? There'll be hot chocolate," Steve offered and Mike nodded, wiping his eyes of any tears that had spilt over.
Jonathan, who had Will sitting on his lap wrapped in a blanket, looked over at the rest of them. "I think Will should get to pick the movie, don't you think?" A question which earned nods all around, although a reluctant one from the two other regressors.
"Which film do you want, Will?" He asked, to which Will whispered something in his ear. "The Last Unicorn? Good choice," he said as he got up and put the movie in the player, before sitting down back with his little brother.
Will settled into watching the movie instantly, and after a while Dustin and Mike did too (once bribed with hot chocolate). Steve noticed how intensely Mike was watching the film after a while, long after Dustin had fallen asleep and Will's eyes were drooping.
It wasn't easy having so many regressors around sometimes, but he knew then that he wouldn't trade it for all the money in the world.
Credits: + +
Extra Notes: I hope you enjoyed, anon. :) I had quite a bit of fun imagining their dynamics and thinking about how best to write it with all of them.
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