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pahtoosh · 2 years

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an afternoon with Natty and cozy corner thoughts

[image ID: a photocollage with pink borders. from left to right there are photos of a pile of white and pink stuffed animals, Sebastian Stan licking a spoon, and a pink sweater with the words "strawberry milk" on it. /.end ID]

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wc: ~1660 words

warnings: no plot. just vibes. the word "daddy" is used once in the beginning. Bucky carries reader.

a/n: when I say there is no plot I mean there is no plot. also I'm thinking of writing some Lee x little!reader fics, would any of you read that? I love Lee so I'll probably do it anyway but I am curious!

pairing: mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader

summary: a day in the life of Bucky's baby where Natasha babysits you for an evening

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Bucky was always grateful for his money, but he found a new appreciation for it when he met you. Before, he’d buy fancy watches and cars he didn’t need to feel something. Now, he was less interested in his personal spending and utterly devoted to spoiling you.

Most of this spending was done on your playroom. Bucky made sure every square inch was exactly what you wanted. He even did the whole project himself, partly because he didn’t want to trust someone else with something this important, and partly because he wanted the pride of knowing that he did this for you. Him. Not one of his employees or some fancy designer. Just your daddy doing something sweet for his baby.

You loved everything about your playroom; however, there was one corner that stood out.

This corner of the room had one of those rugs protecting you from the hardwood, but you barely made contact with it because of all the other soft things Bucky had gifted you with. There was a beanbag chair, floor pillows, blankets, and so. many. plushies. It became your favorite part of the house. Whenever you felt overwhelmed or scared, coming to this corner and burying yourself under the weight of your fuzzy friends always helped.

Bucky knew how much this space meant to you, so he made a silent promise to keep it well-maintained. He kept the proper plushie cleaning supplies on hand, and only his most trusted employees could wash the blankets and pillow coverings while you two were away. He also stuck to buying you stuffed animals that were made of a fabric you liked, large, and without any hard or overly detailed bits. He wanted you to feel like you were laying on the softest cloud.

Not all of your plushies fit his rigid expectations, though. You had your plushies from before Bucky became your caregiver, gifts from loved ones, and if you saw a plushie you wanted, Bucky would always get it for you. Sometimes you’d get poked by a dragon scale or land part of your body on a dense plush and part on a flimsy one, but your stuffies were your friends. And you could simply say “excuse me, miss rabbit” and place her next to your stuffed lizard while you placed the much softer elephant plush behind your back.

It was 5 pm and Bucky was on his way home. Natasha was lucky enough to be in charge of watching you while Bucky was working today. He always had at least one bodyguard stationed to protect you. You weren’t always aware of this, as Bucky didn’t want to scare your little self, but he felt it was necessary. If you weren’t aware of the bodyguard, it was because you were feeling a bit bigger. On those days, the bodyguard only had to keep an eye on the security cameras outside and occasionally send someone to check the perimeter of the house.

Today, you were feeling very little. You were especially clingy towards Bucky in the morning, crying whenever he tried putting you down. He hated leaving you like this, but he had a very important deal to manage and his associate surely would’ve pulled out if he wasn’t there in person. He called Natasha because she could provide the companionship and protection that you needed. You were still fussy when Bucky tried handing you off, but Natasha’s promise of playing games and ordering pizza convinced you to let go of Bucky.

Throughout the day, Natasha texted Bucky pictures of what you were up to. He especially loved the picture of you cuddled up to Natasha with the most wondrous look on your face as you rewatched Aladdin for the thousandth time. It was killing him that he couldn’t come back to you right away or even stop to take a call, but he couldn’t risk alerting more people to your existence and possibly putting a larger target on your back.

On his car ride home, however, he immediately facetimed Natasha so he could hear your voice and see your sweet face. He was disappointed when he didn’t see or hear you. Usually, you’d insist on being the one to answer the call or be hiding just off-screen, but unable to cover up your excited giggles.

“Where’s my baby?”

“My day was great, thanks for asking.”

Bucky huffed. He didn’t have the patience for her sarcasm today. She knew how much he’d been missing you, and she and Bucky had been close friends for so long to the point where these formalities were unnecessary.

“Real funny, now put them on the phone.”

“Your baby’s asleep in their pile of stuffed animals, we had a dance party and they wore themselves out.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes slightly. “You danced to their disney playlist?”

“I merely observed and kept an eye out for any threats like you hired me to do,” Natasha said, nonchalantly looking at her nails.

Bucky chuckled to himself, he knew Natasha was softer than she let on, especially with you. Your little self was just so loving and kind, it was impossible to not melt into a puddle of goo around you and do absolutely whatever you wanted. He sometimes came home to the two of you taking a nap together with you clinging to Natasha as she laid on the side closer to the door and shielded part of your body with hers.

“Alright, Natty I’ll be there in three minutes and I want you out of my house by then.”

“Yeah I didn’t wanna see your sick face in person anyway.”

With that declaration of gratitude and undying friendship, they hung up leaving Bucky to think about what he’d do with you when he got home. He gave the chef the night off so he could make you your favorite pasta. Bucky didn’t always have the time or energy to cook but relished the moments where he could do it for you. The simplicity and domesticity of it all made him feel grounded. It also made him feel good to provide for you, and he couldn’t resist your hums of satisfaction or when you’d say that no one made pasta as good as he did.

Although, it wasn’t dinner time yet, and Bucky’s perfect baby was currently dozing off in a mountain of softness. He hoped you’d be up for staying in the cozy corner for a while and maybe watching a movie there after dinner. He couldn’t wait to snuggle up with you in your nest.

The car finally pulled into the driveway and Bucky sprinted inside the house, up the stairs, and to your room. You were exactly how he pictured, nestled in the middle of your stuffed animal pile with a blanket covering you and a plushie in your arms. As to not disturb you, he quietly went next door to his room so he could change into some cuddle-appropriate attire. When he came back, you were slowly waking up, blinking away your tiredness.

“Natty?” you croaked.

“Hey, munchkin, it’s me.”

Your face lit up as you gasped and made grabby hands towards Bucky. He joined you in your pile, caging you in his arms as he peppered your face with kisses.

“Did you miss me, bubs?”

You grabbed his face with your hands. “So so so much!”

He scrunched his nose as you returned his flurry of kisses, inviting you to end your attack with one kiss on the bridge. He joined you under the blanket, arranging you so you were laying on his chest.

“What did you do with Natty today?”

Bucky listened as you gleefully told him what you and the redhead got up to. You told him all about the dance moves Natasha did, your eyes widening when you realized what you had just said. He managed not to crack a smile when you made him promise not to tell Natasha that he knew about her dancing today. She hadn’t sworn you to secrecy, of course. You just caught onto the fact that she didn’t show parts of herself to other people and assumed that she was shy. While you weren’t entirely correct, Bucky loved how observant and considerate you were.

Eventually, your stomach grumbles alerted Bucky to the fact that it was dinner time. He carried you downstairs and let you sit on the counter as he prepared your pasta. He let you pick music to play while he cooked, dancing with you as the water boiled and sneaking a kiss every now and then. He also let you stir a few times and place a garnish on the two dishes.

“This looks delicious, bubba! Thank you for helping me cook.” Bucky held you as you wiggled happily from his compliment.

You skipped to the dinner table with Bucky following behind, carrying the food. Following his caregiver duties, he pushed your chair in for you and poured some juice into a sippy cup. He also decided to feed you because you were still feeling very little.

You ate your pasta without any fuss like a good baby, even letting Bucky wipe your face with a damp cloth after and saying thank you. He carried you back upstairs and gave you a quick bath before changing you into some pajamas and sitting you on the bathroom counter as he took a shower. He wanted you to wait on the bed, but you didn’t want to let him out of your sight.

Your full belly and warm bath were starting to make you sleepy, but you powered through it so you could soak in this time with Bucky. After he was clean and dressed, he picked you up again and put you in the same position as before in your cozy corner with you on his chest. This time, he brought the tv remote with him and put on one of the animated films you had been dying to watch.

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mariecuttlefish · 3 years

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Stay Warm/Stay Here [3k words, OCxOC fluff]

A recently-finished writing commission for @kibbulation! Vague spoilers for their series, Mint Condition [AO3 link], as this takes place around a decade after Piperidine and Lone Pair.

External links: [Google Docs], [AO3]

Warnings: None. Appropriate for all ages.

Description: After the house's heating breaks during a cold winter day, Hatchet is struggling to stay warm. Pascal is more than happy to help solve the problem.

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Tick.

Tack.

Tick.

Tack.

Hatchet stared up at the ceiling. The book she had just put down laid flat on her chest, nestled into the folds of the blanket pile she'd buried herself in. It was a good read, and she still had a bit to go before it was done, but after dedicating the past few hours to it her eyes had started to strain. Now she was back to being just as bored as hours prior, struggling to think of and not terribly interested in doing anything better than laying there and trying to stay warm. With a grumble, she pulled the heaviest blanket further over her and nuzzled into the pillow propped against the arm of the couch.

The house's heating had given out early that morning. It was an outage that wouldn't be fixed until tomorrow, no doubt due to the number of other homes facing the same problem in the dead of a bitter winter, and as such the building had been unbearably cold since just before breakfast. Nattie, thankfully, wasn't present to suffer through the freeze - she'd been at a friend's house for a sleepover and had gotten permission to stay there an extra day - but while Hatchet was better equipped to handle the chill than a teenager, that didn't make it any less miserable to endure. Most of her afternoon had been spent there on the couch, trying to pass the time as well as she could while keeping movement to a minimum. Having by now grown tired of both random novels and rerun episodes of her favorite detective series, she found her options to be quickly depleting.

Tick.

Tack.

Tick.

Pascal sat at a small table across the room, tinkering away with an old clock they had been asked to repair. Normally all their mechanic work was kept to its own space in the house's spare room, but some time ago Hatchet had helped them clear a corner of the living room as a place for smaller jobs so that they could spend their time around others instead of being holed up all day. The space had seen regular use ever since, and the quiet shuffles and clicks of them fiddling with whatever device landed in their hands on a given day was something familiar to Hatchet by now. It was a comfort of sorts, even if she hesitated to admit it; Pascal worked quietly enough to be unobtrusive, and the noise provided a consistent reminder of comfort, that one of the people Hatchet cared most about was right by her side and happily so.

Hatchet turned her head to look over at Pascal, watching their back as they worked with silent dedication. She wondered how it was possible for them to stay so focused with only a light sweater and shawl to keep them warm. After only a brief venture into the cold to check the mail and put out garbage it had been a relief for Hatchet to come back inside and gather up every blanket she could possibly stand to lay under, but Pascal could withstand the cold that made her shiver any time she was forced to reach out of her cloth cocoon to grab something. Maybe, Hatchet thought, that was just an inherent benefit of being as tall and bulky as they were.

She wanted to enjoy some of that natural warmth too.

Tack.

Tick.

Tack.

"Pascal," Hatchet said, trying not to sound grumpy despite her temperature-fueled frustration. Pascal looked up from their table and turned to face her, remembering to stretch now that they were pulled away from their work.

What's up? they signed. Do you need me to get anything for you?

Normally Hatchet tried to sign back to them when they were the only two in a conversation, or at least to sign along with her speech - it helped to keep her knowledge of the language from slipping - but it took minimal thinking to know that pulling her arms out from under the covers was not worth the effort it would take. "These blankets still aren't keeping me warm enough," she said plainly. "You look warmer than me. Come over here."

A tiny part of her brain kicked itself for being so blunt about it. Even after something like a decade of living together and months of being "a couple", whatever that meant to her, Hatchet still had difficulty when it came to outwardly expressing affection. Pascal, to their credit, seemed to understand the invitation perfectly well despite this; their expression lit up as soon as the words were out of Hatchet's mouth and, without hesitation, they set their repair tools down and stood to come join her on the couch.

The two danced the brief and awkward dance of trying to let Pascal get comfortable without completely sacrificing the coziness Hatchet had already attained. It took a few moments of shuffling about and settling in before they managed to find a satisfying arrangement, Hatchet curled up in Pascal's lap with the blankets wrapped around both of them while Pascal rested their head on the couch's back. Just as expected, the extra body heat was infinitely more pleasant than the lukewarm couch cushions. Hatchet couldn't help but try to get closer, wrapping her arms around Pascal as though she was worried about being pulled away.

Pascal was, unsurprisingly, delighted by this; glancing up, Hatchet saw a broad smile draw across their face as they draped their arms around her. For the most part Hatchet's friends had always been much better with physical affection than she was, but Pascal above all had always loved any opportunity to be cuddly with her - even long before the two of them started dating, which had made it that much more difficult for her to tell how her roommate felt about her. Looking back, she couldn't help but wonder how much of the closeness Pascal had displayed over the time since their first meeting was just in their nature and how much of it was spurred by that crush they had apparently been harboring for years. Whatever the answer, it did mean Hatchet could simply say the word and be near-instantly surrounded by warmth and affection, so she wasn't exactly going to complain about it.

She did sometimes wish, though, that she could be better at reciprocating that affection. Silly as it was to think that there was a way to be better at something like cuddling when all it involved was laying still with another person, Hatchet was still new to the idea of being in a romantic relationship and couldn't help but worry about whether she was doing things the right way. Pascal never seemed put off by the difficulty she had with initiating things and always respected when she wasn't quite in the mood for closeness, but would that be fine forever? Would things start to sour if the "honeymoon phase" ended and they realized she was still returning the love they gave more than she was offering her own?

No, she thought, all it took was one look at the way Pascal smiled every time she looked at them to know that they would never hold that against her. Despite how different her personality seemed from nearly everyone around her, there was no denying the patient, understanding love in her partner's eyes every time their gazes met. She shifted a bit in their arms to get more comfortable and they gently rubbed her shoulder in turn, instantly erasing the fears they likely had no clue she was even thinking of.

Laying still with another person, just enjoying their closeness... maybe that was exactly it. If Pascal's favorite way to show their fondness was through giving physical affection, maybe Hatchet's was simply allowing herself to receive it. After all, a decade ago the mere thought of being this close to someone would have repelled her, would have made her bristle and growl at them to back off, and even after years of being surrounded by good friends and plenty of therapy to overcome her social aversion it still wasn't like she would let just anyone into her personal space, even among friends. Maybe the language her love spoke didn't have to look like everyone else's to still hold meaning and intimacy. Maybe Pascal already understood it innately, the same way they seemed to understand everything else about her so much more easily than any other could.

"...Hey," Hatchet said quietly, not so much breaking the comfortable silence between them as adding sound to it. There wasn't much Pascal could do to reply with both of their hands preoccupied holding her, but they turned their eyes down to meet hers, the comfort and love clear in the softness of their expression. Hatchet couldn't help but give a lopsided smile at the sight; there was something she wanted to say, but for a moment all she could focus on was how clearly in love Pascal was and how overwhelming it was to know that all of that feeling was directed at her. "I, uh--"

The quiet chime of their house's doorbell interjected before the words could finish stumbling out of Hatchet's mouth. She and Pascal looked to the clock on the wall in sync, both wordlessly remembering the takeout they had ordered for dinner some forty minutes ago. The voice at the back of Hatchet's mind quietly whined. But I don't want them to get up, this is cozy...

Despite her internal protest Hatchet sat up, keeping the covers close around her as Pascal rose. She was feeling hungry, after all, and with how cold the inside of the house was she definitely didn't want to be the jerk who made the delivery driver stand outside and freeze on the front porch. Pascal picked up their notebook and pencil as well as the money that had been set aside as a tip, then disappeared around the corner to the front door. Hatchet, meanwhile, slowly moved to sit on one side of the couch, making room for Pascal to sit beside her and trying to position the blankets so that they wouldn't fall off of her as soon as she moved her arms.

Not long after she heard the front door click shut and Pascal returned, the alluring smell of fresh food following them into the living room. In one hand they gripped a large takeout bag, and in the other their notebook; as they walked in they tucked the latter under their arm to offer a polite wave, a gesture a younger Hatchet likely would have deemed sappy given they had only been out of the room for a few minutes. Now, however, the first word to her mind was a bemused cute.

The meal was short and pleasant - two omelets and a shared paella dish from a local restaurant that their place was just inside the delivery range for, all mercifully kept warm enough by the takeout containers that Hatchet actually had to wait a moment to let it cool down before eating. The pair huddled up on the couch together as they dined, Hatchet leaning into Pascal's side to stay anchored to whatever warmth she could get. The internal warmth brought by the fresh food was a welcome relief, but still didn't negate the chill all around her - a fact that Pascal evidently noticed, as they casually scooted closer on the couch when a sudden draft caused her to shiver.

By the time Hatchet finished her meal (as well as a small portion Pascal offered from their omelet, which Hatchet stubbornly insisted was not too spicy for her to handle (it was)), the cold was once again becoming unbearable. The sun was beginning to set, which she knew all too well meant that the temperature was about to become even more unpleasant. "Think I might just get into bed and try to sleep before it gets even colder," she said, rising from the couch with a slow stretch to discard the empty takeout trays. She didn't feel tired so much as she just felt bored, but at least being in bed would mean not having to move when it was time to sleep.

Pascal signed a quick good-night to her as she returned to the living room to gather her blanket hoard. The sudden look of disappointment on their face was plain to see, and Hatchet didn't need to guess at what was wrong. She hesitated for just a moment before gently nudging their shoulder. "Do you... wanna come up and cuddle some more?"

Pascal nodded enthusiastically at the offer. Hatchet breathed out a half-chuckle; even though she had made it clear by now that she didn't mind affection from them, Pascal still tried not to impose on her personal space without being sure it was okay with her first. It was sweet in a way that made her smile as she bundled up her blankets and set them in their lap. "Alright, then hold onto these."

They tilted their head. Do you want me to carry them up for you? they signed.

Yeah, Hatchet returned, both of my arms are going to be occupied. Pascal started into a curious reply but was interrupted by Hatchet leaning down to slip her arms under their knees and shoulders and scooping them off of the couch. A bright blush tinged their face as they realized her intent to carry them up to the bedroom. "Let's go, then," Hatchet said, and she couldn't help but smirk at her partner's reaction.

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A short moment later Hatchet stepped into her bedroom, nudging the door shut behind her with her foot. Through the window near the bed she could see out into the street below, where a thin layer of snow had gathered with more steadily drifting down from above. Just the sight of it made her feel even colder still.

"Let's hope it doesn't snow us in overnight," she muttered, only halfway joking. She set Pascal down in the bed gently and wasted no time in joining them, curling up by their side as Pascal fumbled through laying the blankets over the both of them again. They wrapped an arm around her to keep her close, their other hand coming up to idly brush through her tentacles. Hatchet fidgeted for a moment in an effort to get comfortable, only finally settling in once the lingering cold began to give way to relaxing heat once more.

Hatchet smiled and scooted in closer until she lay halfway on top of her partner, one arm lazily draped over their torso. This was perfect: the way her head fit just so into the crook of their neck; the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of their chest accompanied by the quiet sound of their breathing; the bracing comfort of the hand on her back and the fingers slowly stroking the back of her neck...

She sighed contentedly, nuzzling in to try and be even closer to them. Pascal smiled at this, and almost on cue the hand that was resting on the back of Hatchet's neck moved to sit just behind her ear. Of course, she thought: ever since Pascal had discovered that sensitive spot it had become their favorite weak point to target... not that she had much of a problem with that. Slowly and gently Pascal rubbed the back of her ear and Hatchet felt a low purr rumble up from the back of her throat, both her ears drooping as her entire body relaxed.

"Comfy..." she mumbled, her voice muffled by Pascal's shoulder. Pascal's only response was to keep going, happy to let Hatchet be as cozy and serene as possible.

The words Hatchet had wanted to say earlier - what she had been trying to get across before dinner's arrival had interrupted her - suddenly sprung back to mind. Pascal hadn't commented on it or asked her to continue afterward as they usually would. Had it slipped their mind? Or had they simply gathered that she was hesitant and opted not to push her?

Whatever the reason, she didn't want to let those words go unsaid. Even if it was an effort for her to make the words come out, she knew without a doubt that she meant them. No amount of uncertainty or difficulty with expressing her emotions would convince her otherwise.

"Pascal..." Hatchet slowly lifted her head from where her face was buried against the skin of their neck, realizing as she met their gaze that her eyelids were already starting to droop as well. Pascal looked at her as though they were greeting someone who had just woken up, their soft, tender smile the only thing she wanted to look at in the moment.

She tried to fight back the tingle of embarrassment she felt in her cheeks as she pushed herself to speak. "I..." Another moment of hesitation, but Pascal didn't try to urge her on. They simply continued as they had been doing, rubbing and patting her back as if to say It's okay, take your time.

Hatchet breathed in and closed her eyes for a second, shaking off the nerves that seemed to build up with every second she let pass. Squeezing Pascal in a gentle but firm hug, she finally pressed onward: "I wanted to tell you that... I love you."

Whatever Pascal might have expected her to say, those words had a clear impact. Their blush returned, lighter but fuller this time, and the corners of their eyes welled with tiny tears. They withdrew their hand from behind her ear to give their response, short and simple: I love you too. Hatchet didn't doubt that they would be saying much more if one of their arms wasn't trapped under her at the moment, and the smile that gradually drew across her lips reflected all the things she imagined they would be saying if they could.

As significant as the interaction felt, it was over almost in an instant. Just speaking the words shouldn't have been so hard, Hatchet thought, but then, it was the sort of feeling she hadn't ever had much reason to convey before. The words meant vastly different things depending on the context; the regular "I love you"s she exchanged with Nattie were unique from the once or twice she had actually managed to say it to her friends, and this was a world apart from either. From the way Pascal responded she was sure they understood that, but neither felt the need to commemorate it with any grand show of affection or any special ceremony. That was something she liked about the phrase - it could carry some of her deepest, most difficult emotions in just a few words without any need to make a big deal out of it or spend too long explaining herself.

With no further words needed, the two returned to their comfort, Hatchet once again burying her face against Pascal and closing her eyes. Despite the cold still nipping at the back of her head, she was quickly getting comfortable to the point of drowsiness. All she could hear beyond the dampened noise of wind outside was the sound of Pascal quietly sniffling; she gave them another light squeeze to help steady their emotions, and they returned the gesture by placing their hand in hers, loosely lacing their fingers together.

"You big sap," Hatchet murmured sleepily. The gentle rumble of Pascal's chest shaking in silent laughter was the last thing to register before Hatchet drifted to sleep, warm and secure and wrapped in gentle love.

#splatoon #kibbulation #sanitized cephalopod #tidal writing #pepperpost #i've been doing a lot of commission writing for friends recently #expect to see a good amount of that getting posted #i promise i'll do more of my own writing eventually. promise!

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pahtoosh · 2 years

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🤍pahtoosh’s masterlist🤍

these are all SFW regression. nothing explicit, but 18+ only please. I don’t mind nsfw accounts reading/reblogging, but keep any comments SFW in case other littles read them. please do not copy, translate, or repost my work. reblogs are appreciated. do let me know if there are any issues with links or grammar.

my AO3

my library blog

summer celebration (also included below)

〄 mafia!bucky

puffles, Daddy: bucky comes home to find his baby extremely focused on making videogame money. 1.1k words

cozy corner: bucky makes a cozy little spot for his baby. 900 words

an afternoon with Natty and cozy corner thoughts: a day in the life of bucky's baby where natasha babysits you for an evening (plotless fluff). 1.6k words

Banjo needs a Daddy: bucky takes you stuffed animal shopping. 1.1k words

mouthed and dangerous: request! baby is trying to watch finding nemo, but bucky distracts them with tickles and kisses. 460 words

pools and kisses: bucky decides to help his baby get over their fear of the pool. 960 words

the dreaded door: you wait for bucky to finish working. 790 words

mind reader: bucky takes you to the mall and you go nonverbal. 1k words

〄 chef!bucky

soup saturday: you and your favorite chef make a delicious pot of soup. 1k words

mornings and kisses: your daddy gets to sleep in with you. 360 words

baker's convention: bucky takes you to a baker's convention and you get to try new creations from his closest friends. special appearances from natasha, sam, and steve! 1.9k words

〄 lee bodecker

dry: you’ve had a long day at the diner and lee helps you regress at home. 400 words

doctor daddy: lee’s baby is hurting. 980 words

bodaddy: you give lee funny nicknames while he cooks dinner. 420 words

lap, please: you get pouty on a ride home with lee. 550 words

yucky: lee’s baby doesn’t want to take their medicine. 300 words

bunnies and kisses: you become obsessed with bunnies. lee tries his best to be supportive. 1.1k words

dummy: lee takes you to a party to make little friends. while you’re there, things take a turn and names get thrown around. 1.5k words

ducks and baths: request! lee’s little is in babyspace. he plays with you before giving you a bath and a bottle. 780 words

airhead: request! lee takes his frustrations out on you and accidentally calls you something mean. 1.2k words

strugglin’: lee with a little who’s struggling in school. 460 words

in the leaves: you and your daddy love playing in the leaves. 230 words

〄 stucky

my baby: your daddies need to learn how to share. 970 words

too much: you’ve been holding in your stress for far too long. tonight’s party pushes you past your tipping point. 6.7k words

missing baba: request! bucky comes home from a mission to find you and steve in bed already. he falls asleep on the couch. you give your sleeping baba a blankie and a kiss for sweet dreams. 1.1k words

sick dada: your dada gets sick and you don’t handle the situation very well. 900 words

apologies and kisses: steve leaves you and bucky alone for a day and your baba manages to make a mistake worthy of an apology and lots of kisses. 2.2k words

ugly shirts and caffeine crazies: request! bucky and his baby have a disagreement over a shirt. while baby runs away, they manage to drink steve’s coffee. 9.8k words

you’ll always have a place here: you have a bad dream and begin to doubt your daddies’ love for you. 1.1k words

birthday dada: you and baba surprise dada on his special day. 300 words

stinky baby: request! bucky and steve resort to mild tricks and name-calling to get you in the bath. 1k words

clingy baba: a couple times where your baba’s clinginess got the best of him. 600 words

sleeping with the fishes: your daddies take you on a trip to the aquarium. 780 words

baba face: sam gets a stuffed animal for reader that frowns like bucky! things get out of hand when the other avengers join in and buy reader way too many grumpy stuffies. 2.4K words

〄 steve rogers

why leave: steve’s baby doesn’t want him to go(part of the stucky collection!). 180 words

pete pete: steve embarrasses you on a playdate with peter. 400 words

strugglin’: steve with a reader who’s struggling in school. 272 words

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