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aaron-despair · 4 years

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Three words (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

A/N: I don’t own any of the characters in this fic, they belong to Marvel.

Warnings: none.

Request: REQUEST TIME!!! May I pleaaaaaase request Wanda x reader? Super fluff. Maybe their first "I love you" or they finding their way out of the inquiring looks of those in the compound after they were caught kissing? I NEED THE FLUFF! Thank you Sammy 💕

“How’s my favourite witch doing?” You asked when Wanda came to sit next to you. The compound was hosting another of Tony’s parties, so the room was crowded with people chattering happily.

“I don’t know. I just- you know, sometimes I feel like I don’t belong here...” She confessed, running a hand through her hair.

“Come on, don’t say that.” You placed your hand on her shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. She was still a fairly new member of the team, and you understood that she could have doubts sometimes.“Of course you belong here. You made mistakes, but you also learned from them.” Wanda looked at you and smiled softly.

You stood there talking for some more minutes, until you noticed a certain song start to play. Standing up, you stretched out your hand asking:

“May I have this dance?”

“Of course.” Wanda took your hand and stood as well, letting you lead her. As her arms went to wrap around your neck, yours found her waist, and you started swaying to the soft tune.

After a bit, though, you noticed she looked almost restless. “Hey, are you okay?” You whispered, and Wanda smiled gratefully at you.

“It’s a bit crowded in here, can we leave? Please.”

“Sure. Come on.” You two left the party and went to your room, where you decided to just watch a movie together. At some point, Wanda ended up laying on top of you, with your arms wrapped around her and you absentmindedly drawing random paterns on her back. You still had your eyes glued to the screen, but the sokovian witch was staring intently at you. She’s had a crush on you for quite some time now, and she wondered if you felt the same.

“Something wrong?” You asked when you noticed her staring. Wanda shook her head, and mustering up some courage, she leaned in to kiss you. She felt you kiss back immediately, and when you pulled away you both were breathless.

“Would you like to go out with me?” Wanda asked you, receiving a quick peck to her lips.

“Thought you’d never ask, sweetheart.”

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That was nearly a month ago. You two started dating shortly after, and still hadn’t told the team about it.

Wanda woke up to the feeling of your fingers gently caressing the soft skin on her neck. Confused at first, she slowly began remembering why she sneaked into your room last night. Wanda turned to face you, excitement clearly visible in her eyes, just to be greeted with a dazzling smile from you.

You leaned in to kiss her forehead, whispering against her skin “Happy birthday, malen'kaya ved'ma (little witch).”

“You’re so sweet. Thank you, (Y/N).” She whispered back, her sokovian accent more noticeable in her still sleepy state.

“You still want to celebrate it? I know you miss your brother...” You asked her, and she gave you a quick peck.

“Yes, I want to. He wouldn’t want me moping around on our birthday.” Wanda smiled softly, and with another tender kiss to your lips, she stood up and proceeded to steal one of your hoodies. “So, everyone’s out today?”

“Yeah, seems like we have the entire compound to ourselves.” You stood up as well, wrapping your arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “No hiding from the team on your day... What do you want to do?”

“Just wanna watch a movie and cuddle with you, that’s enough for me.”

The next few hours were spent tangled into each other’s embrace, just enjoying the sweet words and touches that were hidden from the team. It wasn’t until some hours later that you left the couch to enter the kitchen, where you got the ingredients to make a small cake for her. After some minutes, soft whines from the common room made you chuckle. Seconds later you feel slender arms wrapping around your waist.

“Give me attention...” Wanda mumbled against the skin on your neck.

“But I have to-”

“Pleeeeease” She pouted, giving your neck a few kisses, efectively distracting you from your task. In your haste to turn in her arms, you knocked the bowl with flour, making the white powder fly all over the both of you.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” You say between laughter, and Wanda smeared some of the flour on your face.

“It’s okay, ‘Casper’” Wanda joked,making you groan.

“I’m not a ghost...” You grumbled, wrapping her in your arms.

“Yes, you are. You’re my ghost.” Her lips met yours in a soft, passionate kiss, but it was cut short by a cough. You both jumped, startled by the sudden interaction to be met with the whole team smirking at you.

“You sure know how to give us the slip, don’t you?” Natasha teased, and you both began stuttering out a reply. Steve was the one to cut you off this time:

“It’s okay, you don’t have to explain it. I won’t deny that we’re hurt you kept this from us, but you are cute together.” He smiled, gaining a chorus of agreements, before everyone went out to relax after their missions.

“Don’t forget to clean up the mess!” Tony called back, making you two laugh again.

After cleaning up the kitchen and a nice shower to get rid of the flour, you both found yourselves on your now shared room. Since the team now knew, it didn’t make sense to keep sneaking into each other’s room.

You both laid down on the bed, and Wanda soon snuggled into your arms, head tucked in the crook of your neck. You ran your fingers through her soft hair, and without thinking the words slipped past your lips. “I love you...”

Wanda looked up at you, mouth slightly agape and eyes fixed on yours. Before she could say anything, you kept going.

“I know it’s a bit sudden, but I know that you’re the one to me. You’ve become my entire universe. I love you, little witch.” You whispered, eyes full of love and adoration for the sokovian girl laying in your arms.

“I love you, too. You mean so much to me.” Leaning up, she kissed you deeply, pouring every emotion into it. “Thank you for making this the best day of my life.”

“I should be the one thanking you.” Wanda looked at you, confused, and you smiled:

“Thank you for lighting up my world.”

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silverarmedassassin · 4 years

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Come Back to Me // Part Three

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

word count: 2020

warnings: mentions of a car accident, traumatic brain injury, and memory loss. this is going to be pretty angst heavy throughout.

a/n: Thanks for reading! Feedback is welcome :)

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It’s the early morning sun that wakes Bucky up. Not his alarm, not Steve, not F.R.I.D.A.Y. He’d warned, no threatened everyone in the compound with an inch of their lives if they woke him up. His girl was finally here and nothing and no one was going to get him out of bed before noon.

Bucky shifts just enough so that he can see you cuddled up to his side, face gently lit by the morning glow. He can’t resist reaching out and running his metal thumb - the thumb on the hand he never thought could be so delicate, could hold anything as soft and beautiful as you - across the peaks and valleys of your features.

It’d only been a week since he’d seen you last, but it felt like a lifetime. Between your schedule and his chaotic lifestyle, the only time the two of you have recently been able to spend together was on the weekends. Bucky made a mental note to talk to Steve about easing up on the training and amount of missions he was required to go on. The agents on his strike team would be fine without him. He was the one that trained them, after all.

You stir slightly and, if you hadn’t crinkled your nose in the way he loves, Bucky would feel bad about waking you. Any inkling of regret disappears when your eyes slowly flutter open to reveal your sleepy eyes - bright and love-filled despite the lingering dream-filled haze.

“Good morning,” you croak as you nestle into Bucky’s neck. He gently runs his flesh hand over the back of your head as you snuggle in closer. While there was very little he was thankful for about the bastard serum Hydra had pumped through him, his elevated body temperature was not one of them, especially on mornings like this. “What time is it?”

“Don’t know,” Bucky says. “Don’t care.”

You laugh at his disregard, know that he’s blowing off something or other to spend extra time with you. You know Bucky so well, took the time to get to know him in and out in the seven short months you’ve been together. Knew his morning routines with Steve, how he took his coffee and the right amount of syrup to put on his pancakes. Your attention to detail, his details, was one of the many things he loved about you.

Bucky paused at that thought. Loved. He’s not sure why he hadn’t realized it before, or if you felt the same, but he loved you. As cheesy as it sounds, he knew from the moment he met you, flustered and a little shy at one of the ridiculous Stark parties half of New York had been invited to, that you were going to be special to him. And each day he spent with you, you proved him right over and over.

“How are you doing, pal?” Steve interrupts Bucky’s memory with a firm grasp to the shoulder as the duo board the elevator that will take them to the Compound’s residential areas.

Bucky shrugged his best friend’s hand away with a grumble. He knew this was coming, he’d been too quiet during their morning run and had barely said anything on the way back to the ultra-modern building. But he was in a mood.

Bucky had barely seen you since that first night in the kitchen. Whenever he was around, you were not, and he knew that wasn’t a coincidence. Even after the team returned two days later, you barely left the refuge of your room with the exception to go see Banner. The only reason he still knew you were here was that Wanda often took meals to your room for you.

It hurt, knowing you were around and not being able to see you, but everyone had been telling him to give you space, give time the chance to do its job. Bruce was still hopeful your head would go back to normal, but with each day that passed, Bucky was losing both hope and patience.

“Steve, just don’t,” Bucky replied, shoving out of the elevator as the doors pushed open. He didn’t want to talk about it, about the fact you still, even after a week of being out of medical, didn’t remember him. He especially didn’t want to talk to Steve about it, because as much as he loved his best friend, he was terrible with relationship pep-talks.

“Buck, come on you can’t just-”

Before they can turn the corner into the communal living area, Bucky stops, placing an arm across Steve’s chest to get him to stop. Echoing through the hall, Bucky can hear your laughter, sweet and vibrant, just on the verge of hysterics. A twinge in his chest reminds him just how much he’s missed that laugh the past few weeks.

The super-soldier duo shares a look before Steve shoves around Bucky and into the living area. Bucky is quick to follow. The scene in front of them simultaneously warms Bucky’s heart and breaks it. You’re sitting next to Sam on the sectional in the middle of the room, mug in hand and blanket wrapped snuggly around your shoulders. Whatever the two of you had been watching on T.V. is long forgotten. Your face is beet red from laughing so hard at whatever Sam was saying.

“Speak of the devil!” Sam says his attention is drawn to the men. Your smile is quick to falter when you catch a glimpse of the men but recovers as he goes on. “I was just telling Y/N about the time you got your ass handed to you during recruit training.”

“It wasn’t that funny. I was going easy on them.” You start giggling as Steve crosses his arms and makes his way to the fridge. “At least my defeat was by a trained agent. Remember when Y/N got Bucky in a headlock the first time they sparred together?”

Bucky clears his throat and shifts uncomfortably as the energy in the room grows uncomfortable. Steve immediately swirls around and looks right at Bucky, realizing his mistake.

From your spot on the couch, you look between the three men, the smile quickly falling as your mind catches up with what was just said. “What?” you ask with a nervous laugh, looking to Sam for some kind of explanation.

“Man, what the hell?” Sam says as he throws his hands up in exasperation as he stands from the couch. “You can’t just say shit like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve grits out, “but we can’t keep her in the dark forever. I mean, it’s been two weeks and no one is saying anything to her?”

“She’s still confused,” Bucky growls. It’s his turn to throw his arms in the air. “Maybe if you listened to Banner from time to time, you’d know he strongly suggested to not tell her anything for the time being.”

“Uh, guys?” you ask quietly from where you’re kneeling on the couch. The three men pointedly ignore you, continuing to argue with one another about your own health like you weren’t in the room. “Steve?” you try again, but to no avail.

It all becomes a little too much, the raised voices hitting you like a break wall and instantly causing the headache that’d started to grow when you were watching T.V. with Sam to get even worse. You quickly decide it’s been enough time away from your room for today and quickly make your way down the hall.

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You spent the rest of the day in bed, only getting up to collect meal deliveries from Wanda. You didn’t even let her stay to eat with you. The argument between the men earlier took an emotional toll on you, and your headache was refusing to cease its attack.

It’s around one in the morning when you sigh and turn over. You spot your laptop Steve had picked up from your apartment sitting on the desk and decide you’ve spent too much time moping over your condition. It was time to find some answers since no one would supply them for you.

You run a quick Google search on yourself, find that you have, in fact, graduated college - with honors nonetheless - without even knowing. You’d interned at quite a few places around the city during the last years of your education, and wound up working at the NYC office of Stark Industries. No wonder they’re being so nice to me, you think as you scroll.

There are pictures from your graduation, from public events with the various organizations you’ve been with, and an interesting gallery of a Stark party gallery that you appear in quite a bit. It’s not until you reach the pictures of you and Bucky, arm slung casually around your waist and a love-drunk, dopey smile on his face that you’re really taken aback.

“What the…” You fully sit up in bed and scroll through the pictures of you and Bucky. There are about half a dozen more like the one you’d first saw, a handful from what seems like a photo booth, and then a few of the both of you with various members of the Avengers team.

Even though it’s your own smiling face looking back at you, your mind can’t comprehend what you’re seeing.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” you ask timidly into the dark, empty room. Speaking to the AI still feels awkward for you. “Where is Bucky’s room at?”

“Sergeant Barnes’ is located just down the hall from you. Do you need anything?”

You stand, then sit, then stand again. You want to go to him, ask your questions and maybe, maybe get some answers. But you’re unsure if that’s a good idea. If he’s even open to talking to you.

“I, uh. I don’t know,” you say quietly.

“I can alert him that you’re awake and seem to be under stress.”

“No!” you say quickly. You don’t want him to come to you. You don’t want to bother him. “I, just...Is he awake?”

“Yes Miss Y/L/N. I can ask him to open his door, in case you would like to speak to him?”

For an AI, you’re impressed with how emotive F.R.I.D.A.Y sounds. She sounds caring, paternal almost, and you can’t help the warmth that blooms in your chest for the tech.

“Yes, please. But only if he’s okay with that.”

You sit for a few minutes, brewing on your thoughts and trying to figure out what questions you want to ask. The tiny voice in the back of your mind is yelling at you to not go anywhere near him alone, but he can’t be too dangerous, right? They wouldn’t let him live here if he was a liability. Plus, he hadn’t tried to harm you when you were alone in the kitchen the other night.

You stand and sigh, mind made up. You peak out your door and see a small sea of dim light flooding from a cracked door just two doors down. You hadn’t realized you were staying so close to Bucky. With a deep breath, you tiptoe down the hall before you can change your mind.

You peak through the ajar door and find Bucky sitting on his bed, book in hand. You can’t help but notice how soft he looks, sitting there seemingly lost in a world other than your own. You feel bad disturbing him, and almost turn back to your room when he looks up and smiles.

“You can come in if you’d like,” he says quietly.

You step fully into the light and push the door open the rest of the way. Bucky sets his book down on his lap and looks at you fully. He has a concerned look on his face, and his eyes are searching yours for some kind of explanation for your late-night visit. You make yourself step into the threshold, but stop short of getting any closer to him.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but, can we talk?”

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