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Author here!

If you'd like to read a work of mine that is not age regression related, here you are! This is a angst post so please read the warnings. I do not recommend reading this when regressed. Discretion advised.

Reflection

First post on this account, enjoy a Bucky angst post!<3

!ARTWORK IS NOT MINE!

Warnings⚠️: DEPRESSED BUCKY. Mentions of severe mental thoughts including suicide, murder, and other ideations. Read at your own discretion.⚠️

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Bucky had always felt broken. From the day he was “saved” from his duties as the winter solider he’s never seen anything but a monster, a demon in the light.

It took him months for him to look himself in the mirror, just once. It takes him days in between each sight of himself for the flood of unknown emotions to numb.

The mirror in the bathroom always stays covered, unless he needs to see himself. See the body that he’s been in for longer than anyone should ever have to be. To see the arm, that he bears every day. To remind himself of the scrapes, cracks, and damages to not only his arm, but to himself.

If looks could kill, he would’ve killed himself by now.

Once, Steve caught Bucky in his mirror daze, eyes glued to the scars—the memories. He tried his best to aid. To let bucky use him in an attempt to soothe the pain. Yet no matter how long him and Steve talked about his emotions, or how long he clung to Steve, breathing fast, and head buried into the blonde's neck—the feelings never faded.

Steve would always rub his back, kiss his head, tell him dumb stories from his days before he got Bucky back. He would try anything he could possibly think of to help. He would gently scratch bucky’s back, the movement a gentle reminder, bucky wasn’t alone.

Yet, all bucky could do is feel engulfed in the loneliness surrounding his head. His heart. His soul.

Bucky would glare at the person reflected in the mirror, almost as if he was ready to attack, to murder, to destroy. That was all he was good for, all he was made for.

The cracking of his metal arm is constantly ringing in his ear. Like a clock ticking, reminding him no matter the time that's passed, he will never be able to change the outcomes he created.

Some days he can’t look at Steve, he can’t see the face of someone he so badly wants to protect from this side, he can’t do anything but hope Steve understands.

Bucky doesn’t mean to scream at Steve when he walks in on those days. He can’t help the agonizing pain that is constantly overflowing in his veins, throbbing, stabbing, killing, and taking over any other emotion he could possibly have—as if he’s being electrocuted again.

Steve’s heart breaks every single time it gets that bad. Everytime no matter what he does, it doesn’t feel like anything is getting better. No matter how badly he wishes it would.

Steve would spend hours sitting on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He would just listen, hoping to hear Bucky’s breathing calm, to stop hearing the way bucky mumbled about himself. The strength of a soldier being demolished over the small grumbles of the man he is so deeply in love with.

With every insult that is muttered, or every tear that is wept, the two brake just a little bit more. Steve could do nothing but wait and hope that bucky would let him in. He couldn’t push bucky’s healing— he wouldn’t.

No matter what control he had, Bucky never could shake off the feeling of being a robot, of being something that was nothing but a weapon. There was a man staring at him in the reflection, but the code never quite computed within the mechanics of his mind.

As the metal cracks more and scratches appear where there once was none, Bucky can't get rid of the poisoning emotions. The guilt bubbles up often, a acidic taste in his mouth as the memories flash.

Nobody dares to ask or probe when he disappears for days on end. No one questions when Steve eventually disappears at times too. They may share concerned glances, or quiet mumbles of prayer for the two, but no questions. There were none to be asked.

Bucky had been freed. Physically.

The physical restraint was broken. Into a world where he didn’t know how to function.

With a mind that wasn’t truly his own.

Bucky was freed into the light, but he was never liberated from the dark.

His reflection always would remind him of that.

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Senses Pt.2

PART 1

Masterlist - all my work!

Okay I know no one really asked for this, but I saw some head cannons someone made, and it made me think to make this. So in honor of my most popular post, here is the pt.2<3

Warnings⚠️: Mentions of a mission, mentions of anxiety, let me know if I missed any!

Stucky (Mainly Bucky) x gn!little reader

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That night you came home from a mission late, was the day everything changed for your relationship. It was almost as if a light switch was flicked on, and the light brightened for you all.

As the days continued forward, you realized that bucky was starting to do little things with you he had never done before. Reaching out and grabbing your hand without having to really think about it or reaching behind him for you to grab his hand as your walking in a tight space.

He would search for you if he couldn't pinpoint where you were, panicked and worried until he sees you and pulls you just a little closer. Touching him always in some sort of way, whether it was holding his hand or him gently lopping his finger through your belt loop.

Steve had noticed it too, and not only was relieved, but grateful at your two's comfortability changing. The unknown tension between you three began to completely dissipate.

Not only in public either, when at home you started to very rarely announce yourself when going into a room where bucky was, you moved quietly and how you liked to. Even if sometimes you worried that you’d spook him, he would always smile as he looked up to you.

Steve saw something inside bucky light up the day you finally back hugged him without telling him you were there. He almost gave you whiplash the way he picked you up and spun you around. Steve laughed until helping you get back on your feet before bucky had the chance to make you too dizzy. You laughed and hugged them both, feeling at home.

Once all this change started to happen, your regression became something you could indulge in alot more aswell. You weren’t a loud little, preferring to walk around with footies and just silently go around the house. Before, you tried to make sure you made some sort of noise so bucky could hear you, but now? You can fully on tackle him with making no noise and all he does is kiss your cheek  and take care of you.

Steve nearly broke down in joy one day when you tackled him with bucky’s help, you both sneakily getting behind him and tackling him to the floor with kisses and tickles. You all had joy radiating from you no matter what was going on.

Tony once made a joke about all three of yours mood change not too long after the night that bucky found you from the mission. It ended with you blushing and bucky acting like he had no clue what tony was talking about while steve tried to change the conversation. None of you were wanting to open that box with tony. You were just glad it wasn't only you seeing the joy emulating from the relationship.

Bucky no longer had an ache in his chest that was weighing him down. He no longer felt like you were scared of him. Scared of who he was. When those thoughts started to cloud him, when he starts to worry if he's not going to be what you need, or if he's too overbearing, you always tend to show him otherwise.

Kissing his cheek in public, or when he's talking with someone and just sliding in and hugging him, needing his embrace to recharge for a little.

You now knew you didn't need to announce yourself, you didn't need to be loud, or scared of harming bucky. All you had to do was be you, and bucky would sense you, sense your love, and sense how much you mean to him and how much you need him too. That was all that mattered.

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Hi I'm so so so sorry can you please please please disregard the ask I just sent you. As soon as I sent it I realized you didn't right for them and I had misread something. I'm s so so sorry. 💚💚

Hii!! Please absolutely don't apologize!!

Your request is absolutely adorable and absolutely will be made <3

I totally forgot to put supernatural in my "will write for" post and I have actually zero clue how I forgot about how much love I have for that show. (I'm currently collecting all the DVDs for it actually!!)

Thank you so much for your request and no matter what fandom is absolutely love to write <3

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Author post!

Okay so I'm going to a convention near me and I'm doing a Daredevil Season one costume (easier to pull together 🫡) and a winter soldier cosplay that I'm building. And let me tell you

Duck taping myself

Was never on my list of to-dos.

But it made a AMAZING mold of my arm and I've got the prototype for the arm made. Now to tweak it and make it as good as I can with con coming up ungodly soon. Thank you procrastination.

In other news, FREE FROM SCHOOL!! I've been out of school for almost a week and a half now, but I was on vacation quite literally right after. I do still work but I'll be able to write more often now that I'm not doing classes and have a littttllee more free time.

I have a few WIP and they will be posted once I've edited them like 14 hundred times :}. Thank you all for your patients and I love you all!!

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hello! In your masterlist it says you have the Fandom you write for in your introduction, but I can't seem to find it... so , what Fandoms do you write for other than marvel?

Fandoms I write for!

Hi there!!

Okay I probably should put a updated intro + link to it in my master list.. you would be correct.

Other than marvel, I would absolutely love to write and publish for things like

9-1-1

Shorsey(in progress)

Harry potter

Criminal minds

Heartstopper

Red white and royal blue

Young royals

AUTHOR EDIT: I WILL ABSOLUTELY WRITE FOR SUPERNATURAL I DONT KNOW HOW I TOTALLY FORGOT THAT I HAVE SUCH A LOVE FOR THAT SHOW??

But! I would love to get into more fandoms!! If you want to see me write for any fandom please request it!!

I struggle with finding new things to watch or learn about and I'd love to get into more fandoms. Your request just might take longer <3

I put a lot of thought and effort even into the short fics I write because writing is a huge passion.

Thank you so much for the question!!

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Bucky canonically being really smart and doing well in school and helping his little with their homework >>> ❤️❤️

"I'll help you"

Okay i wanted to try and get a few of my requests done now that SCHOOL IS OVERR!! I am currently on vacation but when writing calls… thank you to this requester and I’m so sorry for these requests taking so long to come out !!

AU where Bucky is NOT the winter solider and you two met in university!!

Cg!Bucky Barnes x Little!GN reader

Warnings⚠️: Homework frustration, but other than that, FLUUUFFF!!

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It’s almost bizarre that something everyone at some point in their life has to deal with is so extremely hard. By the time you’ve even begun to understand the homework in front of you just a little bit, the words have begun to blur. Your frustration bubbles up inside your head, your little mind crumbling from the way nothing makes sense.

You sat in the back corner of the library, trying to get some of the math homework you’ve been avoiding done. You had told Bucky you'd be here doing homework, but since he had a class you hadn’t expected for him to come and help.

Yet again you didn’t expect for the homework to take nearly 4 hours either.

When you hear quiet yet fast footsteps approaching your table you don’t even have to pull your head from your hands before you know exactly who it is.

“Baby?” Bucky says as he rounds the corner.

Your soft groan is enough of an indication for him to recognize you are on the verge of regression and cannot figure out whatever homework is currently surrounding you.

He sets his bag and other items down to the side before sitting in the chair right next to you. He gently pulls your head from your hands and brings you to his chest, kissing your head as he rubs your back. You gently nuzzle into him, relaxing into his warmth.

“There you go darling. Do you want some help?” He asks.

“..Yes please..” You quietly reply.

He gently grabs your pencil as you sit back, watching him read the homework before nodding.

“Okay I see, and I see why you're struggling. Let’s figure this out together okay? Then we'll go back and have some playtime, yeah?”

You nod, grateful that not only is Bucky extremely good at math, but he’s wonderful at understanding you and guiding you.

You two spend quite some time doing the homework, Bucky helping calm you down when you get a bit too overwhelmed, and congratulating you when you get the answer.

Once your homework is all done and your bag is all neatly packed back up, Bucky gently grabs your hand, your mind letting him take control and regressing.

You two begin your walk out of the library, the atmosphere almost immediately changing after stepping into the nice warm breeze.

“Now who’s ready for some playtime?” Bucky smiles.

“Meee!!” You cheer loudly, Bucky chuckling.

Bucky understood not only homework, but he understood you. Which was all that mattered.

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i NEEEEEED tom holland!spiderman x little!reader

maybe peter comes home to reader realllyyyyy tiny so they play/color/etc before peter helps his baby get ready for bed :(((

alllllllll the fluff

Tiny baby!

I know exactly who requested this and to you I say happy birthday you beautiful human and I cannot believe how much of an impact you've had on my life. Enjoy you sweet soul. <33 I also totally head cannon that peter would be a caregiver that constantly talks to you even if your too young to understand because he loves to hear you giggle at him and his weird fluctuations of his voice. He would be the CUTEST caregiver I’m telling you. CG!PETER PARKER (tom holland ver.) X GN!LITTLE Masterlist - all my work! Warnings: Minor details of bathtime, but other than that all fluff. Enjoy! (No angst!!) _______ You and Peter had always had a deep connection when it came to each other. From the way you knew when his senses were too much for him and how to help him, or how he knew every detail about you that you had ever shown or told him. You both had such a mutual love and understanding that when you told him about your regression, he was ecstatic. Not only was it because you showed a side of you that was hidden to most, but you showed it to him. As he swung his way through the city, excited to be able to finally spend time with you, he began to think about your regression. He absolutely loved to baby you, give you kisses, cuddles, coloring books, and everything else in between. You were his everything and that seeped into everything he did for you.

He quickly swings right in front of your two’s apartment, his fingers fumbling with the keys as he unlocks the door. The door swings wide open as he stumbles to get his shoes and outfit off before looking around for you. He checks the living room, kitchen, and lastly your shared bedroom. As he approaches the door he hears your favorite cartoon playing and immediately knows your regressed.

He carefully opens the door, which causes you to look up from your phone playing the show. Your eyes light up with a shimmer that Peter almost always folds at, and he strides over to you excitedly.

“My baby!” He pulls you into his arms, kissing you all over your face. You giggle loudly, hugging him happily back.

He picks you up onto his hip, making sure you're securely in his hold before bringing you out to the kitchen. He dances the entire way there, making up little noises that make you laugh, your smile lighting up the room. As he found your favorite sippy and filled it with your favorite drink, you cuddled right up to him. His scent fills your lungs and helps ground you to the moment.

He finishes making your sippy before he brings you out onto the soft carpet in the living room, gently placing you on the ground. He hands you your sippy before going over to your toys and scrummaging through.

“Okay today we’ve got, hmmm.. Blocks?” He turns to look at you.

You scrunch your nose as you take your sippy into your mouth, rolling onto your back.

“After the castle we built a few days ago I can’t say you're wrong about no blocks.”

He continues to look through your drawers full of toys before coming across your dolls, he checks to make sure all your accessories are there before he turns back.

“How about dolls? I'm sure you’d want to cause mass destruction to the Town of Croissant again?”

Your eyes slightly widen as you nod your head, hand reaching out for a doll.

He laughs to himself, knowing that causing chaos was something you'd always love to do.

He brings out and sets up your dolls, all their accessories and houses. He gently picks you up and places you on his lap before learning his chin on your shoulder as he helps you customize your doll of choice for the day.

Peter's smile never leaves his face as you both continue to play with dolls for a while, him gently kissing your cheek every now and then, making you giggle. You inevitably get bored of the dolls, whining as you turn in Peter's lap, burying your face into his neck.

Peter checks his watch and sees it's close to your bedtime and decides to start getting you ready for bed. He gently scoops you up as he stands, bringing you over to the bathroom. He doesn’t even bother to put you down as he turns on the bath.

“Do you want some bubbles darling?” His soft voice helps to coax you into letting him take complete control in helping you get ready for bed.

You nod in his neck, relaxing into his hold. He gently rubs your back before grabbing the bubbles and pouring them into the bath. As the tub fills, he gets you undressed and helped into the bath, kissing your nose once you're settled in the tub.

Seeing your droopy eyes and how dilated they’ve become, he doesn’t even bother to give you some of your bath toys. He quickly but thoroughly and gently gets you all cleaned up, telling you some of your favorite stories to help distract you.

Once you're all cleaned, he grabs a towel from under the sink, opening it up before helping you stand and wrapping you in it. He scoops you back up into his arms and brings you into your shared bedroom, setting you down on the bed. He walks over to the closet and grabs some of your favorite night-time clothes as well as your favorite pacifier.

He gets you dried and dressed before slipping your pacifier between your lips, he then walks back over to the closet and gets himself into his own pajamas.

Your soft babbles begin to fill the room as he comes back over and gets you both settled under the covers. You giggle when he kisses your nose and pulls you securely to his side.

“You had such a big day of causing chaos yeah? You wanna tell me your plans for next time?”

You shake your head, and he looks at you playfully shocked.

“Noooo?? Oh c’mon! You gotta have the most detailed plans!” He softly eggs on.

You tired giggly before snuggling into him, laying practically on top of him, and he fully wraps his arms around you.

“It appears I get to find out just as the Town of Croissant does..”

He puts your favorite show on the tv before playing with your hair and rubbing your back. All that can be heard as your night comes to a close is the sounds of the show, your soft snores, and his light breathing.

Peter was so ecstatic when you told him about your regression, because it meant that no matter what side of you there was, he got to be there to see it. Good and bad.

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Peace (pt.3)

In honor of one of my favorite readers and one of my best friends' birthdays, here is the final part! School finishes for me tomorrow and I'm so excited!! Thank you all so much for your patience in both this parts release and also the number of requests I have waiting to be completed. Those are not forgotten. Please enjoy!!

CG!FRANK CASTLE X CG!MATT MURDOCK X GN!LITTLE

Masterlist - all my work!

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Major mentions of trauma both frank and reader, mentions of social anxiety and bad pasts, mentions of involuntary regression, etc. READ WITH CAUTION.

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As you stirred from your sleep, you felt a strong hold around you, and your face was safely tucked into someone's neck. It felt almost as if you were in a dream.

Your initial reaction was to hide into it, the longing feeling you've had for so long slowly fading as you hide further into the person.

“Oh shit wait.”

As you realize this is not a dream, you begin to pull away and try to catch a glimpse of who is holding you. Franks eyes narrow in on you, reading your face. Your eyes widen and you try to clamber out of his hold, alarm bells ringing through your mind.

“Woah, holy fuck kid, breathe. It's just me and Matt.” Castle tries to keep a semi tight hold on you, hoping you don't somehow hurt yourself.

The mention of your coworker has you stopping completely and looking over at the chairs around you, finding Matt in the chair next to you. Both of them are still in the clothes you partially remember seeing them in last night, but with a bit less blood, which was a good change.

Frank helps you to sit next to him; carefully studying you, trying to make sure you don't try and book it before they're able to talk to you about the events of the prior night. Matt's head turns a bit, indicating his listening to your racing heart, and your heavy breathing.

Frank’s eyes read out a set of emotions you struggle to understand, his body language is like he's on guard, ready to harm anyone. Matt sits forward in alarm, his hands clasped together as his elbows lean on his knees.

“I am so- I'm genuinely so sorry.” Your voice trembles as you begin to remember everything from last night.

The way you clinged to Frank in a desperation to feel safe, or how you held Matt's hand for god knows how long. Not to mention waking up in Franks lap.

All the memories of the night before begin to flood your head, causing your eyes to well with tears. You try to keep your breathing as steady as possible as to not break down.

Frank sighs, running a hand over his face. He gently takes your hand with his free one and rubs his thumb on the back of your hand, trying to give you some sort of comfort.

“Kid. Not a single person is angry, at least not at you.” He looks at you, his eyes looking around your face, as if he's studying you.

You blink multiple times, a knot forming in your throat. You can’t understand what the hell is going on. Why were they acting so calm, yet every wave of emotion that came off them was rage induced?

“We want you to know that nothing we ask is something you have to answer. You have no obligation to tell us what happened, but last night was the final warning sign. We’re worried.” Matt chimes in softly.

“Kid, what happened?” Frank gently whispers.

You cover your mouth as you cry, everything you've bottled for years coming to a rise in front of two people you never expected it to.

Anywhere from the way your parents treated you, to past relationships, friendships, and hell even just the times you needed someone to be there all resurfacing.

Frank gently pulls you into a hug once more, kissing the top of your head as he holds you tightly. Matt joins next to you and frank, softly rubbing your back, trying not to cry himself.

Through broken sobs, you give them a mild version of your life. The things they should know, the reasons why you never let a door out of your sight, or why your so off in public.

You reassure their assumption of regression and explain your past with both the voluntary and involuntary parts. Almost blurting everything you could even think of, needing to lessen the burden even just a little.

The more you spoke the tighter Frank held you. Matt's hand that wasn't rubbing your back clenches, the knuckles turning white. The anger in Frank and Matt’s fury could be felt even if you couldn't really see it.

You eventually push yourself gently off of Frank, hoping you hadn’t overstayed your welcome in the hug. The way the two looked made you nervous, hoping that whatever they were thinking wasn't going to change the way they look at you.

After a minute or two of silence, Matt rubs his face in frustration, as well as Frank avoids eye contact.

“I know it's a lot. I’m sorry. I shouldn't have said that muc-”

“No. I-” Matt sighs.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that, alone. You should have never had to deal with anything like that.”

Your eyes wildly look between the two men, your mind scrambles for a reason for why they aren't mad at you.

“Kid, you shouldn’t handle all of that on your own. Especially seeing as your mind seems to still want to use the regression as a way to cope.” Frank says.

“You don't need to handle this on your own anymore. Especially with your regression.” Matt chimes in.

You sink back into the couch, the words coming from them hitting you hard. You never felt like you were enough for someone to say anything like that to you.

Matt sits on the floor next to you, gently holding your hand, and even though he can't make proper eye contact, the feeling of him looking at you is like a heavy blanket being laid on your chest. Breathing begins to hurt after all the crying and subconsciously holding your breath when the silence surrounded you all.

“If you want to, Frank and I talked while you slept, and we’d love to try and help you gain some safety and also be able to have a place for your regression once more. A safe place.” Matt explains.

You look between the two skittishly before nodding. Frank smiles softly, happy to hear that your open to them being there for you.

“Oh, I uh, I nodded. Sorry” You stutter out as you remember Matt can't see your nods.

Matt smiles and rubs your arm as he stands back up. He grabs the water cup from the night before and takes it to the little kitchen area. He gets a fresh cup and brings it over to you as Frank pulls you gently back into his arms.

Frank never imagined a world where he would take care of someone again, be someone safe place again. Yet knowing what you've gone through? There's no better person he’d want to care for now.

Matt knew this would be new territory for him, but he knew he wanted to be there. There was nothing that he wouldn’t do for you.

As Matt brings over the water cup, and your safely secured on franks lap, a silence falls around you all. This time though, it's not stressful, or full of tension.

For the first time in years, for all of you. The silence that surrounded was nothing but..

Peace.

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Peace pt.2

Okay honestly dont know how I feel about how this turned out, but I kinda wanted to make a part three, so little bit of a cliff hanger. IM ON MY FINAL WEEK OF SCHOOL!! THANK GOD. Im so happy this semester and year is almost over, I need out. Writing has been such a escape. Thank you all for your interactions and love for my works<3

With Frank and Matt I want to do more darker toned regression posts. So I'm leaning a bit more into it, but this is very new territory for me so I hope you all like it.

CG!FRANK CASTLE X CG!MATT MURDOCK X GN!LITTLE

PART 1 HERE!!

Masterlist - All my work!

Warnings⚠️: Mentions of trauma, blood, hurt characters, involuntary regression, cussing, mentions of social anxiety, found little, bad pasts, READ WITH CAUTION PLEASE!!⚠️

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“Your actually trying to get yourself killed.” Matt mumbles as he practically throws Frank onto the couch.

 A thud is heard before Frank groans in some sort of pain, clutching his side. He glares at Matt, leaning into the couch.

You stood rooted in your spot, breathing starting to fasten as you watch the scenario infront of you. Frank has a little blood on his face that wasn’t there last you saw him, and Matt’s clothes were stained with god knows what, all messed up. Something you’d never seen from him.

Matt eventually tosses a bag of ice at frank before he sits down across from him, leaning his head on the back of the chair. He sighs heavily before he starts to completely sense you.

He's able to hear your heart, something he always could hear from miles away. He could tell you were in the office, but didn’t know why or if you had heard them.

A soft sob escapes your mouth as you hold your head in your hands once more, hoping to god that the two right outside don’t hear you. All the bottled emotions that you’ve held in for months now coming through and causing your body to shake. You try and stay as quiet as you can, just wanting to let yourself have a moment before trying to escape from the office.

You sit down in your chair as your legs begin to give out from under you. As much as you just want to go home, and act like you saw nothing, you truly can’t.

As you try and calm your breathing a loud crash outside makes you jump, completely breaking all sense of logic in you.

Matt sat on the couch, his fist bawled like he was going to punch whatever was making you hurt the way you were. He could hear everything, from the slurred words you mumbled to yourself, to the way your tears hit the desk. All he wanted to do was go in there and help you.

Frank starts to pick up on Matts tense figure, watching how he sits up and leans forward.

“What red? Hell you hear?” Frank mutters, voice filled with annoyance.

Matt sighs before he stands up, walking to your office and gently knocking. Frank sits up some and can finally see you through the glass. He immediately gets up, even though his side screams from the bruise that's forming, and stalks over to the door where matt is standing.

Frank opens the door carefully trying his hardest to calm his racing heart and mind, attempting to avoid scaring you. As you hear the door open you look up to see the two men standing crowded at the door.

Frank immediately comes over and pulls you to his arms even though he hates physical contact. He refuses to just stand there and watch you cry without comforting you.

Matt grabs tissues before walking to you and rubbing your back, trying to figure out how to help you through this. Even if he had no clue what ‘this’ was.

“We’re here. We’ve got you.” Matt softly says.

You practically hang off of Frank, your strength gone as your body shakes from the tears escaping from you. Too scared to talk you nod to matt's words, holding tighter onto Frank.

Frank eventually just picks you up, carefully walking over to the couch he just was on and sitting down with you still securely in his arms. You aren’t sure when or how, but your tears eventually start to die down, your body relaxing into the warmth radiating off of Frank.

Franks arms feel like a blanket of security as your mind lets go, everything becoming centered around Frank and Matt. Matt had moved from your office door over to the little kitchen area, making a cup of water for you to drink once you were able to breathe better.

Frank had learned of regression years ago after dealing with enough psychological issues and had no problem with it. Although not for him, he could clearly see it was something your mind did. Even if it was involuntary.

Frank softly threads his fingers through your hair, trying his hardest to be gentle with you. He’d been through it all, and was beginning to recognize the mannerisms you displayed.

From the little pout on your lips, the way your hand fisted his shirt, and from the small glimpses he had caught of your eyes, your mildly dilated eyes gave a huge hint to your regression.

“It’s alright kiddo, i’ve got you. You’re safe.” He softly murmured, gently holding you tighter.

You peak at him carefully, trying to register if the words that just came out of his mouth were real. Matt walks back over with the water cup, his face full of confusion. Frank was older than you, but he never once called you a nickname like that. Matt could tell the name made your heart race, but not in endearment but in fear. Like your secret was just revealed.

“Regression, red. They’re like 2, maybe. Scared out of their ever-loving mind.” Frank says to Matt.

Matt has the urge to facepalm as everything clicks in his mind. From the excitement when you get new small stuffed animals, to the number of stickers you have, to the way when everything becomes too much you borderline run to hide, and how whenever something that may trigger your regression happens your heart races and you try and avoid it.

Matt walks back over to the coffee bar and grabs a straw from Foggys endless supplies of them and then places it in the water cup. He hands the cup to frank to try and get you to drink it, but you shake your head before just resting back on franks shoulder, exhaustion hitting you.

Matt and Frank shared a look of both pure anger and also gratitude to seeing this side. They both had questions but they knew you were in no shape to be able to explain or give them those answers. So instead they just sat there in silence, Frank softly rocking you and Matt listening to your heartbeat slowly calm down. Eventually you fell asleep on Franks shoulder, completely clinging to him.

Frank didn’t move a muscle, and when Matt tried to help you off him, Frank flipped him off and made sure you were comfortably sleeping still.

Though when you woke, questions would absolutely be asked to you, you needed to rest and frank would murder someone if they interrupted your sleep currently.

Matt and frank would quietly speak throughout the night, neither of them wanting to sleep in case you woke up. The two were extremely careful as the night passed on, and made sure no matter what, they’d be there for you when you felt this way, even if they weren’t sure why you felt this way or what caused it.

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Peace.

Okay i cried to a frank castle + Matt Murdock scene and here we are. Its regression, but i honestly didn't know if anyone would like the story building here, so if you guys want a pt.2 please let me know! I do have a few ideas. There is no active regression in this part, it is ALL LEAD UP.

School is almost over for me! I will absolutely be more active after school ends. <3

CG!FRANK CASTLE X CG!MATT MURDOCK X GN!LITTLE

Masterlist! - all my work.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Major mentions of trauma both frank and reader, mentions of social anxiety and bad pasts, mentions of involuntary regression, etc. READ WITH CAUTION.

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Frank never thought he'd be one to be in a caregiving situation again, not after all he's been through. However, when he met you, he found something he hadn’t found in someone in a very long time.

Matt never viewed himself as someone who would get to a place in life where he’d take care of someone. He never thought he’d have kids, most of the time he was surprised and grateful to just make it home. Meeting you ignited something for him he wasn’t sure what was, or how to handle it.

See, as you all began to hang out, You, Matt, Frank, Foggy, and Karen they began to catch on to some small details about you. How you never turned your back to doors, or how you constantly kept your eye on every person in every room. The way your ears slightly peaked up everytime a door was opened. As if you were keeping count of every human in the room.

Even when it was just you and them, you constantly kept them in your sights, or made sure that you could see the nearest exit. Something in Frank raged with fire as he saw your defense mechanisms, your subtle way of making sure that you’re always in a position to get out of something if need be. Matt's jaw always clenched when he heard you shuffle away from someone too close, or when your breathing picked up by being in a big crowd.

You never really spoke about your childhood, family, or anything that could be in relation to what made you so on the fence constantly. Frank could almost drown in the feel of your waves of anxiety that came off you in crowds, the way your fists almost turned white from clenching them closed. Matt would pick up on how your breath would quicken, and your heart would race, how your skin would start to sweat if there was just one to many bodys in a place. They both were laced with concern.

Once, you all were at the fair after a particularly rough day and even though you were stoked, the amount of people made your heart try to rip out of your chest and run away. Although you tried to hide it, Frank and Matt both picked up on it, and as secretly as possible, had a conversation while you and foggy were attempting to hit all the clowns in the carnival game, Karen cheering you both on.

“There's no reason for them to be as on guard as they are. Is there? I mean, we're here?” Matt softly mumbled, leaning on the fence behind him.

“I don’t know. They’ve done it for so long I don’t even think they recognize it. At least not until they’re in public, large crowds. Then it's game on for every sense of theirs.” Frank replies, his eyes slowly moving to watch you.

They both face forward, towards where you and the other two are standing. Frank watching, Matt listening. Although it was louder than loud, Matt never kept his ears off you as you all walked around the park. Frank made sure you never left his sights. They both worked together silently, making sure to watch everyone’s moves, keeping you safe from the dangers that you constantly worry about.

A few weeks passed of this, them constantly having a eye on you, seeing your mannerisms, and you eventually caught on to their suspicious as well. They weren’t very subtle when you went out into public, seeing as they both would always be by your side, one on each side, keeping you from being bumped into, or being clustered in a pile of humans.

Eventually one night you stayed back in the office as you wanted to get some work done for one of the cases you all were working on. A few hours in, early morning creeping in, you slowly began to get the creeps, your anxiety spiking, and paranoia eating at you.

You went over to the door and made sure it was locked before shaking your head, mumbling to yourself about how foolish you were being. Sitting back at your desk, trying to focus on the case, you get a few more pages done before your mind starts to drift off again.

Every car that honks, every creek made by the neighbors, or every door that’s slammed somewhere outside makes you jump, your brain overcomplicating your emotions, and freaking out.

You tried your hardest to keep to your work, but as the time progressed, your mind slowly but surely fell into the mindset that you hadn’t felt too often in years.

You stopped age regressing voluntarily after a horrible ex turned it against you, it became a negative space for you. You wanted nothing to do with it anymore. Yet there was a few times throughout the past few years that your mind involuntarily regressed, and it ended up with you in a corner bawling your eyes out, emotions too much, and everything on a x200 degree.

You drop your head into your hands, palms digging into your eyes in desperation, hoping and praying for this to not happen. All you wanted was your brain to listen for once and not regress in the middle of the office where all your coworkers could show up at.

Although it was nearing 2:30am, all of your coworkers and you had a thing for showing up to the office at god awful hours day or night. Knowing your luck, tonight would be just your luck for them to appear randomly.

You eventually get your head clear enough to start packing your stuff to just go home and possibly get a few hours of sleep before being back here to work with the team. Your mind goes a bit spacey every few minutes and it takes a second to get your head back in and continue packing.

Your almost finished as you hear the jingle of the door lock, telling you someones about to unlock the front door. Unsure of who it is, you silently stand in your office, eyes staring directly at the door through the window. Once you see its matt and frank, your body slightly relaxes, but your anxiety spikes as you feel your regression try to come back.

The little voice in your head tells you to go to them, and that they’d understand, but truly, after everything you did to try to get people in the past to understand, would they actually? Or would it turn into another story to mull over?

PART 2

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HI HELLO YES. THIS REAL QUICK!!

NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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Exhausted.

HEY YALL Im coming out of left field with this one because this is a relatively new character ive fallen in love with but MATT MURDOCK!! So enjoy whatever this is and hopefully ill be back soon with school ending in less than a month !!

Masterlist! - all my work

Warnings⚠️: Mentions of exhaustion, crying, fluff and comfort!

Cg!Matt Murdock x little!Gn little

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Life has been a continuous cycle of repeat events, especially the last few weeks. It has felt like nothing but hell because of it. Sleep, school, work, repeat.

Your hobbies haven’t moved an inch since the last time you had a true day off, and you can feel it. The closing of your car door as you turn on your car has you sighing. The night sky surrounds you as you see little to no people out on the streets. Work was long and tiring, working till late really wears on someone after a while.

You missed regressing, it was one of the only things that didn’t take a million things to be able to do. Even though you wished for and have cute Sippy's, outerwear, and a caregiver that helps you to worry less about your big world, life hadn’t given you that chance to indulge in it, at least not recently.

Matt, your lovely boyfriend and caregiver has been working on a huge case, constantly in the office and or out on the streets doing things he never wants to talk about with you.

You park successfully before grabbing your phone and scrolling mindlessly for a few minutes, even though you should probably go in and go to bed. You eventually pull yourself out of your car and drag yourself up to your second-floor apartment, opening the lock and climbing inside, exhaustion finally beginning to run its course of the night.

You expect yourself to be home alone seeing as Matt normally doesn't get home till early morning at the earliest the last few weeks, so the quiet of the apartment doesn't phase you. Walking to the kitchen and getting a snack to distract yourself, you try and hold back the tears that want to escape. Even without wanting to or having anyone there to help, all your brain can begin to do is beg to regress and give it some sort of a break.

Without much of a thought you slowly trudge over to your shared bedroom, changing into more comfortable clothes and sitting in the swinging chair in the corner of the room. Curling yourself into a ball the tears start to fall as your brain regresses, the weight of exhaustion being your blanket.

You aren't sure how long you’ve been sitting in the chair before you feel someone pick you up, cradling you close to their chest. The scent of Matt fills your lungs, and you cling to him, crying into his shoulder as he sits on the edge of the bed.

No words are spoken as he rocks you gently, kissing your forehead and just being there. He felt awful coming into the house and hearing your crying, knowing that you had no one here to help you shattered his heart. All his plans of action for the night became a back thought as he rushed in to help you.

“I’m here sweetheart, your safe. I’ve got you” He mumbles softly, kissing your temple as your tears slow.

The weight of the world slowly eases off your shoulder as he rubs your back, letting you put all your weight onto him. The more kisses and sweet words he whispers, the further and further you fall into your headspace.

Once your just softly breathing while having your face buried into his neck, he climbs further into the bed, making sure to hold you protectively.

You pull your face from his neck and look at him, worrying that your interrupting important things for him, you go to climb off him. Your mind desperately trying to go to your bigger headspaces where you can take care of yourself.

“No- No baby stop pulling from me. I’m not leaving you alone like this.” He firmly says although no heat is laced through the words. He pulls you even tighter to his chest as he kisses your forehead.

“I’m sorry you fought these last few weeks alone. The case and my other duties should never come before you. I’ll make it up to you and do better.”

You want to console him but you have zero energy left in you, so you just bury your face in his neck and bask in his warmth. He rubs your back and continues to give you little kisses through out your hair as he lulls you to sleep.

The following morning you two shared some comforting words and talked out the remaining feelings. You both ended the conversation with promises to make sure the other is priority and to give eachother the love you both deserve. Although sometimes its hard, you both never had to worry about giving up on eachother.

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I've been reading a lot of your little fics, and I love them! Especially the Stucky ones!

I had a request for a fic with Cg!Peter Parker (Andrew's version) x gn!little!reader

Andrew Peter is a very playful guy, so I'd imagine he'd love messing with reader, like jokingly scaring them. They have anxiety, but normally this is fine because they see it's Peter and instantly calm down.

But one day they've been having a bad day, too much stimuli ramping up their anxiety so they just want to relax at home, until Peter scares them when he gets home. He thought they'd start laughing like usual, but instead they start crying (and regress).

Too much.

Soooo I love this prompt and I hope you like the outcome!! Thank you for giving me Andrew Garfield spiderman I grew up on this spiderman version and this was amazing to write. Thank you for the prompt!! Enjoy<33

Masterlist - All my work!

Warnings⚠️:Meltdown, anxiety attack, jump scare, panic attack, comfort, crying, let me know if i missed anything!!

Cg!Andrew Garfield spiderman x Gn!little

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Today was nothing short of a pit of fire, it felt like nothing was going right and all you felt like doing was crying. Work was filled with nothing but rude people, and people you talk to normally were indifferent about your feelings. Your heart heavy from the day, you hope to get home and not have to worry about a single thing.

Peter and you had been sharing a home for quite some time now, and its was such a relief for you. Him being your caregiver meant that days like this would end in giggles and love, even if the beginning sucked, he always made it better.

Once you open the door and throw off your shoes, jacket, and bag, you walk your way over to the bathroom, running water over your face and trying to calm down the rage of anxiety from today.

You stand there for god knows how long before you open the door and turn to leave. When you open the door Peter is standing there waiting for you, scaring every fiber of your being to your core.

Peter had a knack for being excessively quiet, and also found it quite joyful to scare you. Expecting your normal reaction of a scream or a cuss word and then laughing, he didn’t think twice before deciding to stand outside the bathroom and wait.

What he was unaware of was that him scaring you would cause you to start crying, not necessarily from him scaring you, but sometimes an immense amount of an emotion just causes your anxiety to spike so high, the tears just end up coming.

The moment he sees your tears he's pulling you into his embrace, and starts rubbing your back, worry running through his veins. He didn’t mean to make you cry; the tears were far from what he was intending to see as a reaction.

You grasp onto him like your life depends on it, sobbing into his shoulder as the weight of the day hits you more. The emotions soaking through your exterior and being worn by peter, who was more than willing to take it.

“Woah woah sweetheart, what happened? Did I scare you that bad?” He calmly asks, rubbing his hand up and down your back, trying to help regulate your breathing.

Unable to really get any words out, you shake your head and just hold on tighter to him. He softly picks you up, kissing your cheek as he carries you to the living room. He tries to get you to sit on the couch but your grip on him has him just sitting with you on his lap as he softly rocks you.

“Bad day baby? Was this just the last straw to break the camels back?” He softly whispers, trying to get just enough of a answer so he can help.

You nod, the tears flowing but not as heavily anymore. You peak out at him, seeing his face of worry and concern, you can’t help but want to hide more into him. He does his best to hold you as close to him as he can, knowing pressure helps you to regulate.

Once your tears have eventually faded enough you can talk, you tell him about the day you had, telling him about the rude people at work, and how the people you work with and your “friends” did nothing but make it worse.

He listens to it all as he softly wipes your tears off your face, kissing your forehead every now and then. He gives you some love and comfort before gently giving you some advice, something he tries to do to help you to learn to be able to stand up for yourself without causing you more anxiety.

Although days like this are extremely hard, you know the moment that Peter knows, he's there. He listens and helps and makes sure your safe and sound before giving you just enough advice for you to feel confident if a day like this happens in the future again.

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Flare up

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

Masterlist - All my work!

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

Cg!strangetony x GN! little reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I just got my wisdom teeth removed

If you find the time could you write a Clint comfort fic?

🌺 I give you flower as thanks for all your hard work

Wisdom ouchies

So, I finally got to this request even though it's been a request for quite a while. I'm so sorry for my backup in requests but I'm doing my best to get to them now! I hope you like this although I'm sure you've been able to heal. I hope you're doing well!!

Masterlist - All my work!

Warnings⚠️: Mentions of wisdom tooth removal surgery, mentions of laughing gas, mentions of pain, if i missed anything let me know!

CG!Clint Barton x GN!Little reader

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The car ride here was brutal, for both you and Clint, the tears broke your baba’s heart as he strapped you into the car. He didn’t want to take you to get this minor surgery, but he had no choice.

Your tear-stained face is something he hates to see, but as he gently picks you up from the car seat it's all he can see. Gently kissing your cheeks, he carries you into the oral surgeon’s office.

“Baba, I don’t want it.. Please..” you mutter softly, hiding into his neck like your life depended on it. Praying that you wouldn’t have to get the ouchies.

“I know baby, but you need it, you’ve been in so much pain.” Clint softly sighs, kissing your temple.

You shake your head the waterworks slowly rising again. You were scared of the pain that was to come afterwards.

Your name is eventually called and Clint carries you into the room, sitting down with you on his lap as he goes over things with the assistants. Once he finishes getting some basic questions down he gently takes your face out of his neck, kissing your nose.

“Baby I gotta move you to the chair right there okay? I’ll be sitting right next to you the entire time.” He gestures to the scary chair and as much as you want to protest, you slowly nod your head.

Clint smiles softly and helps get you settled in the dental chair before sitting right next to you as he promised.

A nurse eventually comes in and give you some of that loopy gas, making you slowly fall asleep as they get to work removing your teeth.

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Your eyes slowly open and look around, finding yourself in your bedroom, curled into your bed. You go to move before your face starts to throb and ache like nothing you’ve felt before.

Slowly remembering the day prior you stir and want to cry but it hurts too much to. Clint walks back in from the bathroom to see you sitting up with a face of discomfort written all over your face and body language.

He quickly but calmly walks over to you, wrapping you in his embrace as you softly cry from the pain.

“Good morning babydoll, let’s get you some meds yeah?” He gently whispers as he carries you to the kitchen, getting a cup with no straw, a snack, and some pain meds before walking to the living room.

Seeing the couch is set up for a day with your baba, the feeling of gratefulness fills your chest. He gently helps you eat a snack and take your pain meds before wrapping you in a blanket with your favorite stuffy.

“A few days without any sippys or pacis baby, we don’t want dry sockets. Baba’s gonna be here the entire time okay? Baba’s job can wait.”You look at him and realize that even though your in excruciating pain, this would all be okay.

He was here to keep you comfortable and safe. There was nothing better than baba’s attention all day long for however long you needed him for. It would be okay. 

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Dance party!

I felt like my last post was a bit darker than I normally would like my page to have been left on, so heres a little blurb I thought of while trying to ignore my homework!<3

Masterlist - All my work!

Warnings⚠️: None! All fluff. CG!Stucky x Gn!Little reader

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The hum of music was echoing throughout the house as you and your two caregivers cleaned. The music was nothing exceptionally slow, but wasn't too upbeat either. This helped to regulate you and Steve from bothering Bucky too much, or triggering emotions by accident.

All three of you were in the living room cleaning away as the music played, a jazz melody coming through. As you all were on the last few stages of cleaning the room, the music suddenly changed to a very different song type.

The music went from methodic but good paced to a funky pop song that immediately got you dancing subtly along. Bucky and Steve look at you before shrugging their arms, not wanting to disrupt your little bubble. Eventually the music became even more applicable for a dance party, and you were getting into it.

Steve slowly watches as your smile grows from the music changing and eventually starts joining you in dancing, leaving Bucky as the last resort for any sort of cleaning to be done.

Bucky watches you two dance goofily and shakes his head, a smile creeping on his face. He tries to continue cleaning until one of his favorite songs comes on and he just says screw it.

All the cleaning supplies are eventually abandoned on the side of the room as Bucky and Steve dance with you in the middle of the living room. The laughter and cheers heard throughout the next few songs is something you all cherish.

The music seems to catch on that you all are getting exhausted from dancing as it goes back to a more methodical but upbeat song.

Bucky and Steve guide you to the couch as you all fall into a cuddle pile, breathing heavily and giggles still floating in the air as you all rest from your unplanned dance party.