It started off with a stuffy nose, that turned into a runny nose, and then back to a stuffy nose.
Then your body started to feel owie. Like when you press on a nearly healed bruise.
You didn't want to play, you didn't want to eat. You didn't want to do anything.
Jasper was very aware that sometimes his little doll just woke you up in a funny mood, but that as long as he kept an eye on you you would be ok.
He let you do what you wanted today, which was to lie on the play mat and watch cartoons on the iPad while your daddy sat in the rocking chair reading a book
You managed to pick away at a snack plate that Jasper brought you, some apple slices, some crackers, strawberries, little sandwich bites etc.
So when it turned 1pm, Jasper was ready to put you down for your nap- nothing out of the usual.
"Hey, baby." You did melt a little when he kissed the top of your head. "Come, it's time for your nap."
He was about to go and close the curtains, stopping dead in his tracks when he heard you say something he's not used to from you at all.
"No."
His head slowly turned to face the back of your head. "Excuse me?"
He was looking at you sternly and you knew it wasn't the best idea to repeat yourself, an apology was a much better option, but you were feeling frustrated and you didn't want a nap.
"Wanna try that again?" he asked raising an eyebrow at you.
Your silence is more incriminating than it should be, showing your reluctance to apologise or do as your told.
You're suddenly hoisted up by your waist and set in his hip. A whine slips from you when you realise where he is going... naughty corner.
He sat you down on the large pillow in the corner of the room, facing the wall. You pout, you didn't really know what you expected by telling him no but you really didn't want to sit here now.
"5 minutes darlin', then we can have a chat about our feelings"
Jasper soothed with a soft pat on your head. He already knew that you were feeling frustrated, but that wasn't the point. The point was for you to understand how you were feeling but also understand that you can't be rude to your daddy.
You huff and stare at the floor, listening as Jasper steps out of the play room to go and set up the bedroom for your nap.
In a very rebellious move, you shuffle over and pick up one of your toys and take it back to the naughty corner. You just wanted comfort from this icky feeling. You felt like your nose was all clogged up and you were cold despite your fluffy oodie.
Of course Jasper heard you move and sighed, rubbing his temples and walked back in.
"Darlin'.... what are the rules?" Jasper calmly walked over to you, kneeling beside you as he gently takes the toy.
"....no toys in timeout...". If it was anyone other than Jasper, they never would have heard what you said, but he nodded.
"Yes. No toys in timeout. For that, I am going to add on another 3 minutes-"
That just burst your bubble.
You let out a scream, kicking your little feet as hot, stinging tears drip down your cheeks.
All your frustrations and your ickyness was just too much for your little body to deal with.
You were instantly picked up and rocked in Jaspers arms, his cool hand rubbing over your back. His coldness was actually really soothing and you press into him as much as you can.
The next thing you know, you are in his bathroom, still in his arms, as he tries to coax you into letting him take your temperature.
You can hear the soft murmur of Carlisle talking to Jasper as you continue to fuss and cry. Soon the thermometer under your tongue beeps and shows that you have a light fever.
"Easy darlin', daddy is gonna help you feel better"
Jasper places a kiss to your temple, measuring out a dose of medicine to give you to help with your discomfort and fever.
Everything seems like a blur as you continue to cry, fussing when Jasper patiently changes you into clean pyjamas and carries you through to his bedroom rather than your adjoining little room.
By now you are starting to exhaust yourself, your sobs turning to sniffles and your fever making your head and body ache.
"Here we go, have some water baby, make you feel a little better."
Jasper holds you close as he holds your sippy cup to your lips. The cold water helped you feel a bit better, but what really makes you feel better is just being in your daddy's arms, his cool skin soothing your low fever.
You soon end up falling asleep in his arms, snuggled up under the blankets.
Jasper should have known that something was up, you were usually such a well behaved little darlin'.
When you woke up you would get all the snuggles you need and you wouldn't leave the bed for as long as possible.
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Your laughter had rung through the air of the village centre, dragging the attention of the elders that had walked by. However, none was disturbed by your noise, instead they smiled and continued on with their day as they appreciated the thought of you entertaining the small young ones. The small children around you had been building small snowmen out of the thin layer of snow that was left on the stone and dirt ground. Although none of the snowmen looked like your typical snowmen, they still held each other their creativity into it. Your laughter had started after some of the children had decided to name their creations with funny names, filling your heart with warmth. “Mines called Pup because of their ears!”
“Mines called Vampy because I placed teeth on mine!”
“Mines named Snowy because their made out of snow!” The children's laughter had followed your own, them finding your laughter addicting to listen to. Being down in the village had both its ups and down when working with the children. You enjoyed each of their company, glad to be of help to those who went hunting and left their children in your care trusting you without needing to speak the words. You really did love taking care of them, however a part of you had seriously envied the children. You’re here giving them the great childhood they could before they would head wherever they chose to in life- back at your home village a little farther away, you ever received such kindness that much and you weren’t exposed to so much of affection.
The loss of your childhood had happened after your baby sibling was born. You understood the need for them to be cared for but you were thrown to the side, left as the last choice as you watched your sibling revive the affection you once had received. To think now that you were touched starved, had led to a bigger change in you. A type of change that you would coil back into as your mind was filled with bigger thoughts than you could handle. Being an adult now you were left with no choice- you hadn’t been taught what to do or how to take charge of certain things. So, every now and again when things began to get too much to think about or to take actions- you'd simply slip your mind into a more comfortable setting, being the age of 5 again.
From your past visits to the Lady Dimitrescu Castle, offering apology gifts for your boyfriend's behaviour, you’d had taken up the opportunity to be welcomed to the pen library there. The number of books had you hooked, to be able to take you far away from the reality of your own world. Throughout scanning back then, you'd came across a book that had researched about age regression- an unfamiliar word to you at the time. After scanning through the pages before you were running behind time of getting back to your own home, you came to accept that maybe this is what had begun to happen to you where you’d slip into this softer mind set when your anxiety had built up.
You watched as the children had gathered together and started to tell each other stories about their snowmen they built. You found their talks very cute and even asked them questions for them to keep talking as you didn’t want their light of excitement in their eyes to disappear. Their talks soon became quieter as parents would come and pick them up after doing their daily jobs for the village. Each one thanked you for looking after their next family line and was on their ways back home. As the sun only just began to set, you were left with two children at your side as you sat on the cobble wall waiting for their parents to come. Each of the children sat either side of you, leaning against you as their eyes drooped asleep. Humming softly, you stopped when you could see in your line of vision the 2 sets of parents walking over. “Thank you so much!” They spoke, as they gently lifted their sleeping children into their grasps. You nodded as a reply and watched as one pair walked away, the other set lingering for a second.
“Could we talk?” The father asked. You gulped, your mind drifting to anything bad you had done to their child but nothing came. Had you forgotten something? Jumping off the wall you stood with your hands behind you back, your fingers scratching each other slightly as you bit your lip in anticipation. “You see, our boy never wears his gloves and takes them off before we leave the house. We were thinking since they all adore so much if you could keep a spare set on you and tell him to wear them when you see him again tomorrow.”
Biting the inside of your cheek, you hesitantly nodded in agreement and watched as the mother had fumbled into her front pocket of her dress and took out a set of brown cotton gloves, small enough to fit only a child's hand. She handed them towards you as you quickly placed them into your trench coat pocket and waved them both a goodbye. Their backs turned from you as they walked away, hand in hand. Looking up as you felt the sudden drop of rain, you sighed and furrowed your brows. “Time to get home.” You spoke softly to yourself as you pulled your long trench coat over yourself more to shield yourself from the upcoming drop in temperature.
The sky had stars peeking through the shades of blue, the moon rising over the mountains edge. Howls from around you had suddenly become more clearer as the beasts, known as Lycans, walked alongside you taking a sniff at you every now and again to make sure you were really you. Obviously, they weren’t doing this without being told so, your boyfriend had the tendency to become very protective of you and would rather have you safely home with company rather than on your own. Who knows what could get you, he can’t control over every animal in the forests and woods. Grazing your hand over the fur of a Lycan, you giggled as in snuggled into your hand and having its tongue stick out from its mouth. “Puppy!” You spoke only to bite your lip again. Shakily, you took your hand away from the Lycan, even if its whines did almost persuade you to pet it again, and looked forward on your path. You were almost there, just a few more twists to take and you could be in the comfort of your own place.
The sound of the factory running, your home, had made you suddenly become giddy and filled with happiness. Transforming your walk into a sprint, you rushed towards the gates that were still left open and ran on the trail of loose small stones up to the entrance of the factory itself. Taking a deep breath as you hunched over as your sprint stopped at the door, you ran a hand through your hair and waved back at the Lycans that had stopped at the now closing gates. Once the gate was fully closed, they scampered away howling in the wind.
“What are ya waiting for? You’re free to enter ya know!” A voice spoke over the speakers. You rolled your eyes, are you not allowed to catch your breath now. Smiling however, you pushed open the door and entered being met with the bursting heat and steam that swirled around. The smell had been accompanied with both dust and burning metal, keeping you on your feet quickly. Flinging your coat off your shoulders, you threw it onto one of the cloak hooks and trotted out of the room. Hold on... You did a double take and walked towards your coat that had successfully landed on one of the hooks on the wall. Digging through each and every pocket, it was only when you felt in your last pocket that you picked up the gloved out of it. Keeping it tightly crushed in your right hand, you nodded to yourself and hummed in glee, happy you remembered to take them. As you paced again out of the cloak room, you made your way through the long hallway and stood in front of the elevator. You pressed the ‘up’ button and waited for it to arrive. Whistling a random tune your mind had wandered to the gloves again. You had to remember to takes these tomorrow right. For the child. What if you forgot though? Would the child freeze, but he was okay today- maybe that’s because he was lucky? The thoughts soon clouded your mind that you didn’t realise the elevator had arrived and open its door, another figure waiting for you with open arms.
Your whistling had changed into a family tune, a short song your father had sung to you before your sibling had come. Pictures of your family came into mind, the holding your sibling and giving them forehead kisses made your blood boil. You felt betrayed, abandoned for your siblings needs. You were thrown, left for a better and more...more! “Do I get no hug?”
Waking yourself away from your envied trance, your eyes had met the black round glasses. You pouted and nodded, walking into his open arms and wrapping your own arms around his waist, taking a sniff at his scent. Feeling relax as his arms collied around your body after pressing another button to go back to the ‘home level’ as you called it, you kept your gaze down into his shirt not caring about the oil and sweat stains that he stunk of. “How was your day?” He hummed as the elevator begun to move.
“It was okay Karl,” You mumbled, hugging him tighter as your mind became hazy in thoughts. He didn’t press further, sensing you needed some time to maybe think. Your voice sounded strained, weak from the cold air you had felt. Karl had placed his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and closing his eyes. Finally, you were home, he had been missing you the whole day after you left him for the corrupted children as he would put it. Feeling your embrace was all he needed to be motivated to get back to working on a soldier of his. The elevator had stopped and he let go of you, leaving a lingering kiss in your hair. “I’ll be in my usual place, see you at tea,” giving you one last kiss, this one firmer than the last, he waved to you as you stepped out of the elevator and watched as it closed, taking your lover to his working place.
Turning on your heel, you pulled open the first door you could see and entered the now living quarters of the factory. Setting the gloves on a nearby cabinet, you slapped yourself in the face, dragging your hand down your facial features and groaning loudly. You just had to hum that tune didn’t you. You internally hated your senses at this moment, going back to biting your lips at the remembrance of your past family. You looked down at the glove in your now hurting scrunched hand. And onto of it all you had to remember the gloves. You could NOT remember these, how were you supposed to. Something as easily as even cooking slipped your mind half of the time.
You wanted to break down, to cry and go to sleep to doze everything off. You had tried that before but it never worked all the times. Walking around the house, you did a bit of cleaning by putting away the now dried cluttery but that didn’t get rid of the stress. Placing the last knife in the drawer, you decided to head to your room which was situated a bit way from Karl’s own room. Running your hand along the walls as your walked past them, you pushed open your door and closed it behind you. Breathing out harshly, your gaze had settled onto the stuff animal on your bed still. This was Mr Bear, the best name your creative 5-year-old mind could come up with. Seeing Mr Bear had made you giddy, smiling as your troubles had slowly and unnoticeably slipped away. Skipping to the end of your bed, you jumped on the bundle of blankets and grabbed hold of the small brown bear, laughing as you threw him up and caught him again in your hands. Just like your troubles, your mind also slipped into a freer mindset, one that the more adult you wouldn’t fully comprehend the reason behind your actions. It was like a switch in your mind, only this switch had been hidden away from everyone, including Lord Heisenberg.
Sighing, he fumbled with the loose metal compass necklace around his neck as he moved one leg to rest on the other’s knee. Karl Heisenberg had been awaiting your arrival for the last 10 minutes, and everyone who had crossed paths with him understood he was no patient man. Letting go of the compass in his hands, he pushed his chair out as he used his hands to stand up. You had never been late; this was a first and he would be lying if he spoke that he wasn’t worried for your well-being at all. Maybe you were sick? He convinced himself as he picked up your bowl of vegetable soup and used his powers to pick up the spoon that rested beside the bowl’s placement. Walking around the table, he wandered out of the room and called your name again. “(Y/n)! C’mon food is getting cold!” He leaned against the doorframe that split the dining and kitchen from the living room. Still no sound, only small thumps that were barely audible anyway. Groaning, he left the kitchen area and walked through the living space, walking behind the couch to the hallway that had three doors. Turning to the first door, he raised his fist and knocked harshly. “I’ve been shouting you, c’mon out buttercup!”
He rolled his eyes as he could hear your laughter from within the room. Just as he was about to grab the handle of your door and swing it open, his hand stopped midway as he heard you talking. Being curious, he placed his ear by the door and squinted his eyes. Yep, definitely you talking to someone. “No, you got to get mawwied! And I shall be the talking person!” Finding your talking out of character, he went back to grabbing the door handle and as he wanted, he swung your door open. Looking around, he saw you on the floor at the foot of your bed, holding a brown bear and a doll that Donna Benevinto had given to you as a gift. Seeing you hold the two objects; Karl shook his head.
“What are ya doin’ down there darling?” He asked as he crouched down to be eye level with you. You stared at him within unamused look in your eyes.
“They are getting mawwied” You exclaimed, holding the two now married objects into the air and giggling at Karl’s reaction of being wide eyed. He was going to speak but you cut him off before he could get a word out. “You could be the Flowey boy!” Getting up from your spot, you dropped the married couple onto the floor and ran to tackle Karl into a hug. Without expecting the sudden movement, Karl let himself fall onto his backside as you cuddled him by hugging and continued giggling finding the act of surprise fun.
“Buttercup you feelin’ alright?” He questioned as he took his glove off by his teeth and went to feel your forehead for a raise in temperature. You shook your head and scrambled to get off him after he had touched your forehead. As you got off him, you sat in front of him with your legs crossed. You rest your elbows on your knees and leaned forward scrunching your face which caused a chuckle to come from Karl. “What are ya doin’ then buttercup? We have food to eat,” He motions towards the bowl in his hand which you hadn’t caught before. A sudden sparkle spread across your eyes and you crawled towards him and looked into the bowl seeing the substance and liquid move about with every small movement. You pulled a face and backed away, shaking your head.
“I don’t like it.” You spoke, crossing your arms over your chest and looking away with a pout and furrowed brows. Karl was immediately taken back from your response.
“But you like this!” He said, dropping the floating spoon into his other hand as he pointed it at you. You didn’t look, still looking away from him with the same emotion. Huffing, Karl stared at you with an intense look. He was lucky he had his shades on. “Gosh how old are you?” He mumbled under his breath, meaning it in no harsh way but rather a confused intention. What he didn’t expect was you to hear him, and reply.
“5...” He sat straight, looking at you with a questionable look. He placed the bowl beside him, with the spoon in it, and leaned on one of his knees.
“You’re 5?” He repeated, watching as you looked over from the corner of your eye and slowly nodded. He didn’t choose to question it further; he didn’t fully understand nor did he know why you were all of a sudden 5 but it didn’t fully matter to him why you had changed age; he was just worried for you. And he would remember to ask you the next day most likely or when he had the chance to. He watched like a hawk as you crawled back over to where you placed the bear and doll down to pick them up. Smiling, you had shuffled back towards him and passed him the doll.
“Take it,” You pushed the doll into his hands and swayed your head left and right. With the bear in your own, you pretended to make the bear wave at the doll and made the bear walk as you moved it side to side. Coughing slightly, you spoke in a deeper tone. “Hewwo pwetty,” Karl held a laugh back as you looked up at him showing your teeth. You sat there and waited...and waited...and waited. Karl was beyond confused. “You tawlk now.” You whispered to him as you gently nudged his knee with your foot.
Karl gazed down at the doll in his hands, what was he supposed to say? He looked back up at you and saw the sparkle in your eyes with the same smile had had loved chiselled into your face. Gulping down any embarrassment he had, he made the doll wave back. You lit up like fireworks and fidgeted in your place. Karl smiled softly at your reactions, his eyes behind his glasses resting on your form. You seemed much calmer like this, something he never got to see much as you would be trying your best to please everyone in the village after being casted to work for the Lord Heisenberg. “Hi there,” He spoke, playing along with your game by placing a high pitch voice on. Yor conversation lasted for a while, to the point you both had gotten on your feet and started to move on levels from furniture to each other. At the moment in time, Karl was on his knees as you placed the bear in his now up sided hat and pretended it was a boat as you made it move physically around Karl’s frame. His laughter had become harder, some tears threatening to spill, watching you make your best ‘boat noises’ as you moved the boat about.
Whilst you were still moving the ‘boat’, Karl had turned to look over at the clock.
18:40
He placed the doll down and waited for you to come back in front of him. He watched as you had sailed the ‘boat’ around him then he quickly grabbed you by the waist making you squeal. Bringing you into his lap despite your protests, he rocked you both as your whines became less and less. “I think we should go eat,” He said, standing up with you in his arms holding onto the ‘boat’ and bear.
“I don’t wanna eatttt,” You whined, squirming in his grasp as Karl walked out of your room and back into the hallway. Nuzzling his head with your own, his beard feeling ticklish against you skin, he chuckled as you tried to swat him away.
“You’re going to eat whenever you like it or not seemingly, I have to reheat tea all over again.” Karl took longer strides into the kitchen, placing you down on the table edge and making sure you were secured in your place. Taking his hat away from our hold, he took the bear out and gave it to you then proceeded to place his hat on your head. You gasped and talk to your bear as Karl turned feeling satisfied with the happy vocal noises, he manages to make you say.
“Look Mr Bear, I’m like Mister over there!” Karl didn’t need to turn to know you were pointing at him for Mr Bear to see. His heart swelled hearing you speak about being like him, just having you with him made him feel so much more love and affection. He wanted to return that, to give you the love and affection you deserved to have in your life. He knew little of your past and family, he never thought to talk about it much since you didn’t strike any interest in them. Any conversation about them was brought to an end after a short reply.
Turning the stove on to reheat the pot of soup, Karl turned around and saw you playing with bear making it dance in your lap. He watched you, finding your actions oddly cute. To think this morning you were awake, ready to take on the day even with the clear evidence of the stress tears creating dark circles under your eyes. Seeing you play happily without a care in the world had made his shoulder drop and become relaxed, you were calm and so was he. It was like your auras would affect each other but either way it was a good collision of feelings.
“Mr Bears says your pwetty!” You said, holding the bear around its waist and holding it down on your lap. Karl raised a brow and took off his shades, placing them to hang of his green under shirt.
“Oh really-?” He walked forward, raising his hands up and wiggling his fingers about. Your child mind got the idea and started to back way on table, shaking your head with a mischievous smile. “If you don’t agree your cute then, I'll transform into the tickle monster.” You laughed and backed away to the edge, sealing your lips shut and staring at Karl with bright eyes.
Bringing up Mr Bear, you took him into one hand and raised him back behind your head, only to lunge him towards Karl, “GO MR BEAR! ATTACK!” Karl could only pretend to get hit as he placed his hand onto his heart, pretending to ‘die’.
“Oh no, I’ve been hit!” Getting down on one knee, he was slowly disappearing from your view from the other end of the table. Biting your tongue gently, you crawled on the table making your way back to your first position on the other side. You leaned over the edge, watching as Karl was on his back hand still over his supposed ‘wound’ from Mr Bear. “I’m going,” He whispered as he dramatically closed his eyes and turned his head as he was now ‘dead’. He held back another smile as he heard your laughter from above him. Your laugh was something he treasured and cherish, to hear every second of it was like his favourite record playing on repeat.
The sudden smell of hot soup hitting his nose had him open one eye, to see you blowing a raspberry at him. Getting up quickly, he gently set you back onto your butt and made sure you were stead on the table. You continued to blow raspberries at him until he gave you Mr Bear, who was left on the floor after the attack, back into your arms. “Keep them safe.” Karl demanded as he turned to go back over to the pot and turn the heat off.
“He’s called Mr Bear,” you responded, facing Mr Bear towards you as you brushed his fluffy fur with your thumb. Karl hummed as he went to grab two bowls from the cabinet, bringing them over to the set them next to stove. Taking the lid of the pot, he used a larger spoon to gather its contents and pour them into the bowls, blowing on it to make sure the heat isn't too much for you. Once the bowls were filled with the vegetable soup, he walked back over to you as he used his powers to collect two spoons from the draining board and bring them over to him. Your eyes followed the flying metal, eyes following there every movement. Your interest would be the same as a child in your caring group, they too would watch the flying metal with interest and curiosity.
“C’mon now, time to eat.” Karl took hold of you gently before setting you down on a chair. You pouted, your bottom lip quivering slightly. “What’s up my little royalty?” He questioned as your hug on Mr Bear suddenly was tighter.
“I want you to fweed me.” You mumbled, your eyes pleading him to do so. Karl was really glad that his other ‘family’ members were not there at this moment to ruin everything. Without a second of thought he agreed, grabbing one of the flying spoons into his hand and stirring your bowl to have an even amount of coolness to its hot substance.
Grabbing a spoonful, Karl brought the spoon to his lips and blew on it making sure there isn’t any steam on it after. Once he was sure it was cold enough for you to have, he held the spoon in front of your face waiting for you to open. “Say ‘ah’” He waited for you to comply, slowly you opened your mouth and felt him nestle the spoon into your mouth. Clamping your mouth close onto the spoon, Karl angled the spoon to pour its liquid into your mouth before pulling it out clean. You chewed and swayed your legs, swallowing and smiling after. Karl turned to his own bowl beside him and used his magic to get a spoonful himself to feed himself with. The routine was that, he’s feed you then feed himself. He wasn’t bothered by this in the slightest, it made you happy so why shouldn’t he do it.
With the food soon gone and bowls washed up, Karl had settled down with you on the couch in the living room as he talked about his plans to kill Mother Miranda. It wasn’t the best subject to talk about since he didn’t know if you understood his rather more profanity vocabulary but either way it seemed you were enjoying listening to him. To you, it was like Heisenberg was telling you a fairy tale and you were just nodding along with the story. Sure, you were learning new words but you were happy to be in his presence. His smile made you smile, when he laughed you also laughed, when he swore- well let's say he began to be more careful with his words after you repeated them.
Although you loved hearing Karl’s voice, your mind was beginning to be lulled to sleep by him. The hot food that you recently found out you liked again and the fun games you spent today with Karl had left you nearly exhausted. Only enough energy to sit and move Mr bear about in your arms as Karl had gotten up to grab a blanket since he too was feeling a little sleepy himself. Getting comfortable, you nuzzled into his side and held Mr bear close, whispering a ‘goodnight’ to him. After you looked up at Karl, who was holding back an urge to smoke a cigar since it was right beside him on the table and gently nudged him with your smaller hand. Karl looked down at you and nodded, waiting for you to speak. “Thank you,” Was all you said before you closed your eyes, resting your body and mind against him.
“Sweet dreams,” was the last thing you heard and your mind had shut off, the darkness being placed with a land of green grass and a black horse running about a great oak tree.
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Request: heyy idk if you write for bucky barnes but if you do could you do a bucky x little reader who's never had someone who actually cared for her? like she never had a cg or her parents always neglected her so she keeps feeling like shes a burden to Bucky?
For @crazyforbarnes - I hope you enjoy!
Notes: GN!Reader, fluff, angst, mentions of trust issues and neglect
Not alone anymore
Work. Home. Eat. Sleep.
Work. Home. Eat. Sleep.
Work. Home. Eat. Sleep.
The repetitive routine was long and hard but you just kept pushing through. You had always had to work hard and you had no choice but to work in the little downtown cafe to pay rent and bills.
Of course Bucky had tried to encourage you to move in with him, but you were so ingrained into your own personal survival mode that you kept refusing.
The only escape you had was stepping into your little apartment, or into Bucky's floor in the Tower and letting yourself regress.
Unfortunately, there was a difference between regressing alone and with Bucky.
When alone you could be as little as 3, and you had the small spare room as your little space so that you wouldn't hurt yourself.
With Bucky, you never got younger than 6/7.
To say you had parental issues was an overstatement. Born the 7th child of a family that couldn't care for themselves you were often neglected and left to look after yourself.
So when Bucky stepped into his place as your dada, you couldn't stop yourself from still trying to be independent.
It was finally the weekend and you were staying with Bucky in the Tower. He was in the kitchen cooking as you finished up some paperwork.
You had been pushing away your regression for the whole week, under pressure to finish this project but now you were just overwhelmed, over tired, hungry, and frustrated.
All too big for your little brain to handle at the moment.
Bucky had a 6th sense about your regression. He knew that you were holding back but he always let you do what you wanted to do so that he could build that trust. He knew that you struggled to let anyone in and to let yourself be loved, but he hated seeing how hard you worked yourself because you believed that was the only way you would be worthy of attention and praise.
With a dish towel slung over his shoulder he walked up behind you where you were working at the dining table and gently starts to rub your shoulders, hoping to give you a little nudge towards regressing.
"Hiya pumpkin, dinner is almost ready. How about we get you into some comfies, huh?"
His voice was a soft rumble, tugging at that loose thread in your head in hopes that it would all unravel.
"Can't da-Bucky, gotta finish 'dis" Your own words were soft and slurred as you did feel yourself slipping.
The appeal of getting into comfy pjs and cuddling your dada while a movie played was slowly starting to take over the urge to finish the project.
"Hmmm.... Pumpkin, it's not your job to finish all this. You can go in on Monday and your team can help you. You need to rest too. You deserve it"
You shook your head, doubling down on your work. Your stubbornness drew a sigh from Bucky who gently took the pencil from you and pulled the chair away from the desk so you couldn't keep working.
He squatted down, cool metal hand cupping your cheek as he guides you to look at him.
"Baby, it's time to stop. No more working tonight, how about we-"
"But I have to finish dis!" You normally would never interrupt Bucky, but right now you were on the verge of regressing and also your exhaustion and frustration was starting to manifest itself as a temper tantrum.
Rather than getting frustrated, Bucky held your hands in his, attempting to calm you down a little bit.
"Pumpkin... can you tell me why you don't want me to look after you and help you regress? Am I doing something wrong?"
Bucky felt confused. He worked so hard to make you feel safe and comfortable when you regressed, but it was as if you didn't trust him.
"I- I, you not doing something wrong.." Your speech started to slip more and more, your own frustrations becoming too difficult to explain.
"I just never had a daddy or mummy.... always jus' me"
You couldn't bring yourself to look at Bucky as you spoke, instead deciding to look at your feet.
Bucky felt his heart break at your words. It wasn't that you didn't trust him- you simply didn't know how to let yourself be little and let someone look after you.
"Ok..... ok. Pumpkin, how about tonight we try something different, hmm? How about dada makes all the big decisions and you can just relax"
Bucky hoped that by getting you to agree to let him make decisions that you would let yourself properly regress without your survival instincts kicking in.
You take a moment to think about it.... it did sound nice to have dada making all the big decisions...
Finally you nod and Bucky breaks out into a big smile, kissing your forehead.
"That's dada's brave lil' pumpkin! Now, let's get you into some comfies"
Scooping you up into his arms, Bucky walks into his room, all the while pressing kisses over your cheeks, forehead, and nose.
By your little giggles, he was already very aware that you had regressed younger than you ever had before with him.
However, when you first brought up age regression he had done so much research and had bought a load of different things for different ages.
Wanting to give you the best experience as he could, he kept you on his hip as he dug around in his drawers for a duck print onesie that he had always wanted to use.
Once he had it, he sat you on the bed and helped you get changed.
"Aaand there goes one sock! And two socks! Now we gotta lift those little arms up to take your top off- that's it, you are doing so good Pumpkin!"
Soon you were in the fluffy duck print onesie, with fluffy socks in to protect your feet from the cold tiles of the floor.
Before leaving the room, he snuck a paci into his pocket.
Bucky took you through to the living room, setting you down on the massive sofa and making sure that you were propped up by pillows. He asked Jarvis to put on Bluey for you while he went and sorted dinner.
He could still see you from the open plan kitchen as he put the meal that he had originally prepared in the fridge and instead made you a plate of chicken nuggets, apple slices, cheese cubes, carrots and some goldfish crackers.
You were really engrossed in the cartoon that Bucky had to sit you on his lap and hand fed you your food.
He praised you for every bite and kissed your cheeks when you finished everything.
It felt so natural to be looking after you like this. You let yourself relax and you were so desperate for it that you couldn't even try to look after yourself.
Soon you were full and snuggled up on Buckys lap, staring to doze off as your day of big emotions caught up with you. Looking down to check up on you, Bucky smiled as he sees that you have put your thumb in your mouth as you self soothe.
"Oh baby, let's not put our fingers in our mouth- look, dada has a paci for you"
He gently pulls your thumb out of your mouth, aware that you are half asleep and eases the paci in to replace it.
Your eyes slip shut as you sook on the paci, your body finally giving in and letting you drift off to dreamland.
Bucky waits for a couple of minutes, to make sure he doesn't disturb you, before slowly standing up and carrying you to bed.
He asks Jarvis to turn everything off as he tucks you into bed before quickly changing into his own pyjama pants and laying in bed, tucking you into his chest.
Sometimes you will have bad days, ones where you feel like you have to look after yourself. But Bucky will always be there to help you.
Warning: Neurodivergent little reader. Mentions of sensory issues, nonverbal communication. Mention of pull-ups
It had been a looong morning.
You had been up and down through the night which left you tired and fussy.
And then you hated all your clothes- screaming and crying as Bucky offered you different options. It hurt him to see you struggling with emotions that were just too big for your little body.
He was no stranger to your sensory issues, having spoken in detail about them with you when you were big.
But you just couldn't get the words to come out, which made you more upset, which led to a mini-meltdown.
It took a while, but Bucky finally managed to get you into a pull-up, and a light green fluffy oodie that had frogs on it. Matching fluffy socks were on your feet.
You had slept through most of the morning and into early afternoon, so now you were in your playroom, curled up on a pile of soft blankets and pillows, watching bluey with captions on, and the sound at low volume.
You had a fidget toy in your hands as you watched your cartoon, finally settled after a hard morning.
"Hi, pumpkin, do you need something?"
Bucky smiles widely as he crouched down to your level, watching as you played with your fidget toy.
You hum softly around your paci in response, not looking up at your Baba. He didn't mind this, knowing that eye contact could make you uncomfortable.
"Can you use your words?" When you shake your head Bucky follows up with, "Are words too much right now? That’s okay, little one, sometimes words are just too big."
He shifts and watches you fondly, thinking about how to make sure you are able to communicate with him
"Can you write it down?"
Another head shake, "No? Okay let me go get your picture board."
He gets up and moves across the colourful room to the chest of drawers and opens the top drawer to take out the picture board and extra cards.
He swiftly moves back to your side and kneels down again, holding the board out to you.
"Here you go, sweetheart. Can you point to what you’d like"
Your eyes move away from your fidget toy and to the board. Looking over the icons you point to the picture of a juice box.
"Juice? Of course, honey! We have blackcurrant, orange, or apple, which would you like? You can just hold up 1, 2, or 3 fingers."
You hum softly again, this time as you think about what juice you want. Then you hold up 3 fingers.
"Three? Apple juice it is. I’ll go fill up your sippy. Anything else?"
Bucky smiles as you nod.
"Yup, just point to the picture for me."
Bucky waits patiently as you point to the picture board.
"A hug? Oh pumpkin, of course you can get a hug, come here. You’re my sweet little one, and I love you so much!"
Prompt: First time regressing with Rosalie and Emmet.
Notes: GN!Reader. Mentions of pull-ups. Fluff and Angst
Rosalie and Emmet would be the first to admit that they were desperate for a child. Despite knowing that it wasn’t possible, they still yearned for a baby.
During an attempt to curve this need, they stumbled upon age regression.
Suddenly, it felt like all their problems could be solved.
An adult human, who would regress to being little… if all went well the couple could turn their little and keep them forever!
And that is where you came into their lives.
It had taken years for them to find you, as they were confined to Forks. But when you came over as a transfer student, Edward was able to identify you easily; your worries about slipping and regressing on your first day practically screaming over the others thoughts.
Rosalie worked hard to gain your trust as a friend, and then as a lover to her and Emmet. They were never sexual with you, not that you cared.
They spent time with you, helped you with your studies. Emmet loved to do things for you- in an attempt to get you to slip with them. He would say things like, “ahh-ah, let me get that for you baby. You are much too small” or “You sure you don’t want to snuggle up for a nap? You have been working so hard and your little eyes must be so tired”.
Rosalie was just as bad. Cupping your cheeks to pepper kisses over your face, buying water bottles with the pop up straws for you to drink from - they were so similar to your sippy cups. She would spoil you with cute outfits and loved to dress you up so you could show Emmett.
The rest of the Cullens didn’t seem to care about what Rosalie and Emmet were doing. Alice had whispered assurances to the couple when they felt like things weren’t going to plan. Jasper actually didn’t mind spending time with you, but only really did it when you were working on your maths work. Carlisle and Esme always doted on you, and welcomed you with open arms.
In fact, it was Carlisle who introduced Rosalie and Emmett into the world of being a Caregiver to an age regressor.
It took 4 months into the relationship for you to slip with Rosalie and Emmett, and it was completely accidental.
The others had gone off to visit their friends up North, leaving Rosalie and Emmett with an empty house for the week.
You went over on the Friday, with plans to stay the whole week. On Saturday morning, you woke up between Rosalie and Emmett. You were in your fluffy pyjamas, a must have to keep you warm because they were cold.
There was a little nagging voice at the back of your head as you nuzzled into Emmetts chest, whining softly as you woke up.
Immediately, strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you close and a nose presses into your hair.
“Morning little bubba, you sleep ok?” Emmetts rumbling voice quickly soothed that nagging voice and you let out a little babble in response.
Usually you woke up quickly, turning to lie on your chest so you could see both of them- so this automatically caught their attention and the two vampires shared an excited look.
“Is our little darling still sleepy?” Rosalie asked softly, pressing herself to your back as she tucks some loose strands of hair behind your ear.
You just hum softly, struggling to wake up. You often regressed between the ages of 3-6, but sometimes you could be as little as 1, where all you wanted was to be held.
Still being so sleepy, you missed the conversation happening over your head.
“Rose, I think we should put our little one in a pull up. I’m not sure how old they are feeling”
Emmett muttered, holding you close as Rosalie nodded in agreement.
“I know our little one is usually no younger than 3 when we watch them at nights- but I think they are feeling very little today”
Rosalie pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“Go make a bottle, I will get them changed”
Rosalie and Emmett share a quick kiss before Rosalie takes you in her arms and steps into the normally locked side room that they had turned into a nursery for this exact moment.
You whine a little and babble softly as Rosalie carries you through, setting you down on the changing mat.
She hums softly, keeping you calm and settled as she starts to undress you. The pyjama trousers come off easily but there is a bit of wiggle needed to get the top off.
Before long Rosalie pulls a pull-up over your legs and smoothes the band as it settles in place, making sure it fits properly. After that, she takes out a Winnie the Pooh onesie, with the feet and hands covered so that you don’t accidentally scratch yourself.
“Such a good little baby, hmm? Let’s get some warm milk to fill that little tummy. Then you can cuddle with us all day”
Rosalie gets a blanket and wraps it around you, making sure to swaddle you tightly. Once you are swaddled and cozy, Rosalie takes you into her arms again, rubbing a hand over your back as she carries you downstairs.
Emmett is waiting with a bright smile, bottle in his hand as he waits for Rosalie to come down with you.
“Look at you! A cozy little bubba”. Emmet smiles as he takes a seat and takes you from Rosalie’s arms and wrapped an arm around your blanketed body, leaning you into him as he brought the bottle of warm milk to your lips.
The warm milk filling your belly brought your mind into focus, and your breathing steadied with each sip.
Everything seemed to come crashing down.
Seeing your reflection in the mirror opposite the sofa with the Winnie the Pooh onesie on, the bottle that was in your mouth and the paci that is secured with a clip to your onesie. The feel of the pull-up….
You panicked.
Tears streamed down your cheeks as you turn your head away from Emmett as he tried to feed you.
Before you could even take a breath to let out a cry, Emmett had you in his arms, standing up as he rocks you while shushing you.
“It’s ok bubba, daddy is right here. It’s all ok, I got you”
Usually his voice soothed you effortlessly, but now it just wound you up more. Hearing Emmett call himself ‘daddy’ had that nagging voice screaming in your head again.
They were going to hate you! They probably thought that you were weird!
“Baby? Little one, it’s ok. It’s ok. Me and Emmett understand that you are feeling little.”
Rosalie’s sweet voice fills your ears as she brushes away your tears with her thumbs.
“Me and Em are caregivers, darling. No need to be all upset, we aren’t going anywhere.”
With each word you start to calm down a little bit, understanding that they don’t think that you are weird.
“We have been wondering when you would mention it love bug, but waking up with you feeling oh so little was the best.” Emmett says with a smile, kissing your cheek.
“You seemed very little this morning baby, so we just wanted you to feel safe and comfortable. We’re sorry if-“
“Em, our little one isn’t big enough for a complicated discussion like that.” Rosalie chided gently.
“Let’s wash your pretty little face, and then we can make another bottle and put a movie on, how does that sound darling?”
You blink at Rosalie, trying to figure out how to say what you were feeling, but she was right. You were too little to express that. Instead, you nod your head, tucking it back under Emmetts chin as he chuckles and rubs your back soothingly.
Emmett takes you to their bathroom and gently washes your face with a washcloth, making funny faces in an attempt to get you to laugh.
Only after you had spent a minute or so giggling did he take you back down stairs where Rosalie had your new bottle of warm milk.
They sat on the large sofa, Rosalie tucked into Emmetts side as his arm slung around her shoulder, his gaze fixed on you as Rosalie gave you your bottle, smiling again you as you drank it.
Before long your tummy was full of warm milk and your eyes felt heavy. You were now sucking on the nub of the empty bottle and Rosalie pulled it away and replaced it with your paci- soothing you before you could even whine.
You fell asleep like that, in Rosalie’s arms. Curled up and softly sucking on your paci, all the big emotions from earlier leaving you exhausted in the arms of your mama and daddy.
Rosalie and Emmett finally felt complete. They finally had their little one, and God help anyone who tries to hurt you.
