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Tis, the doctor strange anon ~ 🤍

I was wondering if I could request something ?

✨ prompt ✨ ~ idk maybe like a lil one shot ( if you are comfortable with it )

🌨️ Details 🌨️ ~ reader doesn't sleep alot due to nightmares and one day they get really really really sleepy and they end up falling asleep like standing up or something and strange catches them and takes them to bed ( no smut, I promise, just some fluff bc I'm sick and I need comfort )

🪐 character 🪐 ~ Dr strange ( MCU )

❤️ pronouns ❤️ ~ gender neutral or female !

☄️ message ☄️ ~ thank you !!!!!! You are amazing and appreciated !

*I am so sorry it literally took so so fucking long to write this. I haven’t been posting on tumblr since 2020 just cuz I’ve had so much going on. But here it is. Better late then never! * 🧛Vampire diary quote, don’t miss it. I do not own that line nor the vampire diaries. 🧛 Here goes nothing.. I’m gonna try to make it gender neutral. I’ve never done it before but here goes nothing! 🖤

This is kinda based off the nightmares I have had for the past 5 months. So enjoy that little scary fact.

Pronouns: they/them maybe a she/her if I forget.

A/n: I’ve literally have only had nightmares for months now so I can completely understand all of this soo… I hope you feel better! 🤍🖤

Thanks for the request!

Y/n was tired of the nightmares. They’ve had the same nightmare for the past 5 months. Its always the same two dreams. One is: They are always lost in the woods and the next thing they knows they can’t breath and somethings chasing them. Something that they know can kill them. The next thing they know they’re at a lake and get dragged into the water. Being held down just below the surface. They’re just low enough where they can’t reach the surface. It’s like teasing a fox with a squealing rabbit.

The next dream is back home in (where you’re from). Y/n walks into their friends house to see her brutally murdered. Lying in the floor dead. There’s blood everywhere.

Y/n screams running to their deceased friend just lying on the floor. They tries to do CPR, but nothing works. They sits on their knees crying out for help. They tried to use their healing powers but nothing worked.

They cried out to whoever would listen begging for help. Y/ns friends head turned towards them. Looking them in their y/c/e eyes. Their friends eyes full of anger.

“You could have saved me!” The red haired girl spat wickedly.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I tried!” Y/n sobbed.

“You’re not sorry. You killed me.” With that the red haired woman dramatically falls back over dead.

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Y/n wakes up with a start. They took shaking breaths as they tried to focus on slowing their breathing. It felt as if a million pounds was on their chest, taking the breath of life away from them.

“Y/n?” Y/n looks up to see Steve Rogers running into the room. He looks very concerned for his sibling.

“Hey, are you okay?” Y/n nods as they try to dry their tears.

“No, you’re not. Was it the dreams again?” He questions as he goes over to sit beside them.

Y/n nods as they answers his question, “Its always the same nightmares. It’s always of Violets death. It still bugs be to this day. Hell, it’s been 50+ years and it feels like she died Yesterday. Then I keep having a dream about running in the forest and then drowning. I can’t keep dealing with these nightmares.” Y/n sobs as they cried into Steve’s shoulder.

Y/n started their day by getting a shower after steve had left them. They were so tired of all the nightmares they would start to doze off in the shower. But as soon as their eyes would close flickers of the nightmares would show.

After Y/n showered, they went up stairs for breakfast. Everyone was already there it was very noisy with everyone talking making them wince at the noise.

“Y/n!! Good morning!” Thor’s loud voice boomed as he greeted Y/n a good morning.

They silently groaned, forcing all their emotions down and wore a fake smile that seemed to be real.

“Good morning, Thor!” They greeted with false happiness.

“Would you like some pancakes?” Tony asked as he flipped pancakes in the pan.

“No, thank you. I’ll stick to some (fav breakfast food).” Y/n says as they fix their own food.

After everyone ate their breakfast an alert went to their phones. “It’s Agent Fury, we got a mission.” Rhodey says and everyone quickly put their dishes in the sink and rushed to the meeting room.

“Fury, you needed us?” Tony called out as the group of super hero walks into the meeting room.

“Yeah, we found a small Hydra base in a small town in Virginia. Appomattox, Virginia. Down the road from the civil war surrending grounds there is a small base in the middle of the woods about 10 miles down the road. From the main road it looks like a farm, but truly its an undercover hydra base.”

“Why would hydra be hiding in a random town in Virginia? What’s so special about Appomattox?” Thor questioned fury. Fury shurgged his shoulders and continued.

“The only thing we can guess is they wanted something lowkey. The town is a very rural area. And where they are located not many people would every think hydra were hiding there. It quite literally off a back road that doesn’t get much traffic.”

Y/n looked up from the papers in front of their trying their best to stay awake. They felt a warm hand on their thigh and looked over. Their best friend, Doctor Stephen strange gave them a warm smile. He kept his hand there on their thigh, just above their drawing small patterns. Strange knew this comforted you and he could tell by the bags under their eyes how bad their nightmares continue to be.

“I’m sending Y/n, James, Natasha, and Dr. Strange on this mission. The mission is to break in undetected and get rid (kill) of all the hydra agents. We don’t want the town knowing anything about them. No need to have a whole bunch of rednecks and farmers coming in guns a-blazing.” Fury explained as he pointed out the four.

“When do we leave?” Strange asked fury as he rubbed his temples. The three others who were to be sent on the mission wondering the same thing. “This evening 5:25 sharp is when the Quinn jet will be ready. Mr. Banner will be flying you all.”

“Well that ruins our trip to the fair this evening.” Natasha jokes. She wanted any excuse to not go eat greasy food and play stupid games that were rigged. y/n rolled their (y/e/c) eyes with a giggle. “Nat, we all knew you truly didn’t want to go.” Y/n told Natasha and she smirked with a knowing look.

so after the meeting they had 3 hours to prepare to leave for the mission. Y/n went straight to their room. Squatting beside their bed to grab their weapons from under it. They grabbed two glocks, three tactical knifes which they trained with daily, and ammunition.

They walked to their closet pulling out their uniform they wore on missions. (What I imagined). Moving a couple of winter coats they opened the wall safe. Putting in the 7 didget code they grabbed their Black assault rifle making sure to put extra magazines in her pockets and zipped them so they would lose them.

Y/n got dressed and ready to go. Braiding/ fixing their hair when Steve their brother walked into their bathroom.

”are you sure you are going to be able to do this mission?” Steve asked his sibling. They nodded as they always do and respond with the same thing they’ve said for the past couple years. “Stevie, I’m fine. Yeah I’m a little tired, but I’ll be okay. It’s an easy in and out kinda thing.” They responded sounding like it was just a walk in the park.

“Since when is murdering a whole building of hydra agents a walk in the park?” He raised an eye brow at his younger sibling. “Since I said it was. Anyway, it’s not like it’s a 1,000 of them. No more then 50 and that’s being generous.” Y/n said as they walked out the bathroom to sit on their bed to tie their combat boots (what I imagined the boots looking like.)

“I hope you’re right.” Steve huffed as he put his hands on his hips. Right as Steve was going to continue talking Y/ns name was called through the intercom system. They were ready to go leave for the mission. Y/n hugged their brother and said a goodbye for now and left.

the flight wasn’t very long. Bruce explained on the way what they needed to do in more depth then fury. He explained that he was going to drop them off right outside of the place. They were to break in and get rid of all the agents. Banner had explained that there weren’t many agents there only about 40. It wasn’t even a big base they were quite literally hiding in a barn.

so Y/n put on their safety glasses and their leather gloves. They were ready to go release all their feeling on these people. Barns, and Natasha were too busy flirting to hear what Bruce said about the files hiding there. Which they needed to find. Y/n thought easy peasy. They could do this with their eyes shut.

“Alright natasha, barns you two come in from the back doors. Y/n and I will come in from the front where they can’t escaped. We ambush them find the files and no outsiders find out about these agents. Got it?” Dr strange explained looking at the three in front of him. They each nodded understanding the mission. Bruce landed the Quinn jet and the exited.

just as the plan they came up with they ambushed the hydra agents. It wasn’t even a special barn no hidden labs no hidden floor to have darker things there. It was a normal tobacco barn. The hydra agents were caught off guard as they were all either sitting, laying down or just hanging out with the group of hero’s burst in the door.

some of them put up a good fight. Y/n and Strange delt with the agents as Natasha and barns searched for files of information on a new weapon hydra was working on. Something kinda like lokis septer. They eventually found it hidden in a pile of lose hay in a box. They opened it and the box was full of pictures of lokis septer, tons of papers with information on how to build the thing and where they could get the materials. Reading a few pages of the papers they discovered their septer would be so powerful they could mind control half the world at one time.

They left calling Fury’s men to gather the bodies and dispose of them. They got on the jet to go back home.

once they got back home y/n was dog tired. In between not sleeping much from nightmares and the quick mission they were wore out. They begin walking towards their room when they start to slow down. Their eyes getting heavy as they collapse. Waiting for impact they never feels it. All they feel are strong warm hands lifting them into strong arms and then being placed into the comfort of their bed.

“come on, hunny. You need to get your work clothing off.” Dr strange said softly.

This wasn’t the first time he’s done this for his friend. This seemed like a ritual they did every so often. Y/n nodded gathering all the strength and energy. Grabbing a pair of Nike shorts and a T-shirt out of her drawer. Stephen thinks the shirt looks familiar. It was his at some point in time. (Lol)

They goes into the bathroom and starts to change. They come out and just flop onto the bed. Stephen flicks his hands and a warm wash cloth appears. He wiped the dried blood off your knuckles and face. Smiling softly as you cuddle into his side.

Flicking his hand again after he was done he was changed into Comfy clothes and was clean all of a sudden. He shifted to cuddle you. He knew that when you were in his arms you didn’t have as nearly as much nightmares as you did when you were alone.

and for the first time in months you finally got true rest. He softly hummed to you as you slept. Softly running his hands up and down your side comforting you/ grounding you. You were cuddled into his side the whole night. You never turned away from him you literally stayed on his side. Stephen didn’t mind.

He secretly loved you, but never knew where you stood. There was so many times he just wanted to tell you he loved you. But he never felt like he could. What if you didn’t replicate the same feelings? What if you only saw him as a friend? He didn’t want to say anything and you not feel the same and ruin your 3 year friendship.

“I love you.” He whispers into the night. Thinking your long gone asleep. You smiled and look up at him sleepily. “I love you too.” You mumbled into his chest. He smiles leaning down and kissing your forehead. You turn your head up placing a soft kiss on his warm red lips before falling asleep on his chest.

The next morning Y/n wakes up. No night mares no night terrors no paranoia. Wow, that must have been the first time they slept good for a long time. They feel the soft rise and lower of Stephen chest with his breathing everything about the man was calming. He was your safe place.

“you’re staring.” He says with a soft smirk on his face facing you. “I’m admiring.” Y/n sighs as they smile up to their friend. ‘Friend, just a friend.’ They sadly remind themselves.

“thank you for staying with me. I’ve truly never slept that good in such a long time.” Y/n admits to Stephen.

Stephen smiles as he leans down placing a quick kiss on y/ns soft lips. Y/n was caught off guard. They didn’t expect him to do that. “I’m sor-“ y/n cut him off returning the kiss. “Don’t apologize.” They whisper against his lips. “I’ve been waiting for that since we first met.” Stephen smiled, “you should’ve told me we could’ve been doing that for a while now.”

and with that their nightmares slowed down. They still came back every once again but luckily they had a great man like Doctor Stephen Strange to chase the monsters and bad dreams away.

the end. august 22, 2022. @ 12:04 am.

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randomshyperson · 9 months

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Best (Girl)Friends - Wanda Maximoff x Rogers!Reader

Summary: Wanda sympathizes with your willpower. 70 years on ice is a long time to wait for an intimate touch. And being the good friend that she is, Wanda offers you some help.

Warnings: (+18), some vague plot, smut with virginity loss, Rogers!Reader following all Wanda’s wishes, power bottom!Wanda, kissing, friends to lovers, mutual pining, explicit consent but Wanda being a tease and a bit possessive. | Words: 4.893k

A/-N-> I’m pretty sure this was a request, but I couldn’t find it anywhere.

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Shield acted as if they won the lottery.

In a way, it felt like that. Two Rogers siblings found on the same day would probably yield some promotions within the teams responsible, and a nice image bonus with the US government.

But while Captain America was found in a negative temperature on the other side of the planet, his sister destroyed an entire building with her sudden appearance inside a blue explosion a few hours later.

In your defense, you had no idea what was about to happen.

One minute, you were inside a Howard Stark-designed marine suit at the bottom of the ocean. But in Shield's defense, you were disobeying the orders of your director, that is, Margaret Carter on the phone, who five minutes earlier insisted that she would not risk losing another Rogers and that reaching the cube was not worth the risk to your safety, but you still put on the prototype underwater suit and dived in search of the item, which, to you, was the key to finding your brother.

You were right, in a way. Touching the cube with the determined idea that you would like to see Steve again really worked. The problem was how it happened.

The explosion was all around you, and you saw nothing but the beam of blue light that forced you to close your eyes. One moment you were deep in the sea, and the next you were in the middle of one of the Shield Secret Bases, a thousand of bricks flying around with the force of the explosion.

Your presence in the secret room of Project PEGASUS caused Shield to be on high alert, and a dozen rifles to be pointed in your face.

But it was all cleared up in no time and ended with your figure handcuffed on the seat of a government Jet on its way to New York.

Unlike Steve, you were awake. And not the least bit in the mood to follow Nick Fury's theatrical demands.

"That's to avoid shock, Miss Rogers-"

"Absolutely not, Nicholas." You cut him off impatiently, your hands-free since Shield had clarified exactly who you were. "The first thing I'm saying to my brother won't be a lie."

Nick sighed. "I understand it's a delicate situation, Miss, but Captain Rogers has been frozen for too long. An innocent fantasy is meant to lessen the shock of the truth."

You skirted Nick without caring about the speech. "There's no way to lighten news like this one. We're both in the future, for Chris’s sake! That it's absurd enough. No more lies, and let me see my brother for once. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that."

Fury didn't have the heart to insist, not only because he had another supersoldier getting him out of the way, but because of the emotion in your voice. He waved in dismissal to any soldier more curious about your determined walk, and no one interfered as you made your way to the room where they placed your brother.

Shield had begun to create a scenario around him that made you chuckle in irony. You dismissed the agent posing as a nurse with a look, and Nick allowed you to be alone in the room, and without wasting any time, you made your way to the bed.

Steve looked the same as he did the day he disappeared, and you felt a sob break in your throat. Maybe the sound woke him up.

He opened confused eyes at you, and unlike him, you had aged a lot since the last time he had seen you when you were still a child.

"Hey, Stevie." Your greeting came hoarsely, laden with emotion. Steve took a moment to recognize you.

"Y/N?" He asked, tense and startled. You could almost see the gears of his brain working, the way he tried to recognize his surroundings as well. "God, how long have I...?"

"Longer than you can imagine, big brother. Much longer." You replied before hugging him tightly.

This must have been the last entirely friendly interaction you had with your brother, a reunion bittersweet for its peculiarities that was unable to conciliate years of differences between the two of you. Nor did the ice erase your hurt over Steve sending you away from the war when your parents passed away, or make you forget the years of training and working for Shield in search of him once you were back in Brooklyn. Nor did it change Steve's view of how he wanted to protect and keep out of trouble - which included superhero work - his younger sister who he had vowed to take care of.

But it was indeed an undeniable amusement to the rest of the team that the personalities of the Rogers siblings were so blatantly different, and it caused some apprehension every time Steve had to witness you leaving the tower in some sports car borrowed from Tony Stark while dressed in leather jackets borrowed from Natasha Romanoff.

The apex that you were entirely corrupted for all that he expected from a proper 1950s girl came in the addition of a certain angry witch to the team a while later.

Of course, the close age - if one ignores the years between the time jump and your arrival - you and Wanda had made your friendship an inevitability. But this doesn't mean that witnessing your clear crush on the new Avenger wasn't giving your older brother a headache.

Natasha thinks he deserved some credit. Considering he was a white man from the 1950s who was frozen before appearing in a new century, Steve was pretty open-minded. She was pretty sure this was due to the closet years of keeping a secret crush on his best friend, but she wouldn't be mean enough to torment Steve with that.

And besides this, you were also getting used to the new century. And with the possibility of being able to have feelings for Wanda in an open and free way, so different from the world you lived in before.

The witch, on the other hand, had the greatest of fun tormenting you as much as she could while she waited for you to be ready.

And these teases came at every opportunity Wanda could take, from summer days at the tower pool where she had an excuse to wear bikinis around you and make a complete mess of you with the "friendly cuddling" which is how she came to justify the fact that your room was hers now and that there was nothing more platonical than sleeping cuddled up to your best friend.

With each passing moment, you grew comfortable and certain in your own feelings, parallel to which you became more confident in your powers and Wanda began to feel that the tables were turning on her every time a tickle war ended with you using your super-strength to pin her to the bed or you could effortlessly carry her away from a training session or conflict.

It didn't take long for the situation to become unbearable - Wanda was sure she would combust in the next cuddling session if she felt your body against hers again without that leading to what she really wanted, so now she had to take drastic action.

Communication was always the key to everything.

"Have you ever had sex?"

Your cell phone fell hard on your face. Wanda giggled at the mirror reflection: she was on her back brushing her hair and stealing glances at your figure lying on the bed, still learning to use the current technology but definitely loving the whole thing.

Snorting in embarrassment, you pushed the electronic device down onto the mattress and massaged your sore face. "I'm beginning to think you enjoy seeing me like this."

"What do you mean?" She asks innocently, turning her attention to the ring drawer.

"Disconcerted."

Wanda chuckles mischievously, running her fingers through the options and trying to decide between the items as you stare at the ceiling. "I know you're like 100 years old, but won’t you tell me that it never happened? Not even when you became a hottie super soldier?"

You grunted in shame, covering your face with your arm. Wanda giggled again, this time putting on one of the silver rings. You were too far away to notice how her fingers were slightly trembling, giving away how she was equally affected by the conversation. But unlike you, Wanda knew how to keep it cool very well.

"Wandaaa." You grumbled, and she almost dropped the subject when you added. "No."

"No, what?"

With a sigh, you removed your arm from in front of your face but didn't risk looking at her. "Back then...I just, I didn't have the courage I guess. You know, girls were supposed to be virgins to marry, in theory. And well, I wasn't going to marry anyone because I was too busy working. And when I got into the army, the vast majority of the guys I knew started looking at me with contempt and indignation, and then came the serum I just...didn't know how to handle the attention."

Wanda spun the stool she was sitting on toward you, listening closely to your words.

You sighed shyly. "I mean I had opportunities, but I just didn't feel comfortable following them. I wanted... to be with someone who liked me. Not the super serum, you know? Most people were only talking to me because of it. They hoped to gain some kind of benefit from meeting the American Soldier. I don't know, maybe it's just me trying not to sound so... cowardly."

Wanda stood up with a sigh, and you swallowed dryly, keeping your gaze on the ceiling until her face appear in your field of vision.

"Detka, you are literally the bravest person I know." Reminded the witch, bringing a small smile to you. "And there's nothing wrong with not being ready, or waiting for the right person. Sex is intimate, it makes sense that you want it to happen with someone you like and who likes you back."

"Thank you for being understanding." You muttered, swallowing dryly when instead of returning to her previous activities, Wanda sat down on the bed next to you. With a sigh and shifting your gaze to the ceiling again, you ventured, "Have you?"

Wanda's teasing giggle brought a deep color to your face. "Have I what?"

Snorting, you retorted, "Come on, you're the one who brought this up."

Wanda pinched you gently on the belly, smiling at your complaint. “A few times, actually.'"

It made no sense at all to feel jealous of a time you didn't even know her, and that you were somehow in the past, but still, a bitter burn filled your stomach. Wanda, the telepath that she was, seemed to know exactly what you were thinking, and without caring whether it would make your heart stop or not, approached you to use your torso as her personal pillow. With two legs on which side of your hips, she stared down at you.

"But it was nothing outstanding." She began, using her fingertips to wander all the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders through your pajamas and having the best time in the world in watching every single hair of you shiver. "I kept making the same mistake in settling down for mediocre sex. No real feelings, no passion, much less love. Always end up frustrated and having to finish the job alone."

You frowned in confusion. "Alone...?" But it only took one look from Wanda for you to understand what she meant and choke, your face pink again. The younger girl giggled, leaning her elbow on you to rest her chin on her own hand and take a closer look.

"Eyes on me, baby." She asked, hoping you would overcome your own shyness to do so. When you follow her request, Wanda was ready to risk everything. "You know I love you, don't you?"

You sighed, nodding. "I love you too, Wanda." Your confession was huskier than hers, and she had to ignore the sincerity of what that really meant in order to stay focused on that afternoon's goal. "Kind of the essential thing on the best friend package, isn't it?"

Wanda chuckled, rolling her eyes.

Of course, you would make a joke to lessen the intensity of the moment, if she was nervous in all her confident glory, she could have sympathy for you, who was literally having to deal with your long-time crush practicing lying over you.

"Friends help each other, don't they? Especially best friends." She retorted, and you frowned in confusion.

"Yeah, I guess… why, did something happen?" Before your confusion could turn to worry entirely and you could finish the movement of getting up, Wanda pressed her hands on your shoulders and pushed you back on the mattress. "Hey." You chuckled puzzledly, but the laughter died into an affected sigh when Wanda simply shifted in your lap completely, in a very non-platonic way. "Right, whatever makes you comfortable." You mutter, very aware of the heat radiating from the girl's body on top of you, who just chuckled mischievously at your shyness.

"Relax, dorogoya." Wanda reasserted in a low, dangerously seductive voice. Her hands were on your shoulders still, rubbing your loose pajamas and somehow pushing them down to the limits, exposing as much skin as Wanda could manage. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to...but I also need you to tell me exactly what you wanna do and how ready for me you are."

Your throat went dry, and Wanda's dilated pupils were not helping the words to form. She bit her lip, seeming to have the best time with your clumsiness.

"I-I... god, Wanda..." You gasped and she leaned in completely until her breath was hitting your cheek.

"How about a kiss? Don't tell me you never got one?" She mocked and you had to chuckle dryly.

"You can be quite an ass, Maximoff." You murmured with your eyes closed, risking moving your hands to her thighs around your hips, the action making you both hold your breaths for a second. "I've kissed before."

"Hmm, I see." She hits back, deviating from the original path and letting her mouth tease your jaw, feeling your hands squeeze her thighs gently with every kiss across your skin. What Wanda wouldn't do to see you lose control...

"I like kissing." You confess hoarsely, mostly because she’s making you so nervous that the words are simply spilling. You kept your eyes closed and your neck stretched to give her more room to don’t stop. Aware of your words, Wanda hums again as she keeps depositing chaste kisses on your collarbone. "I like...kissing girls."

It should be a heartfelt confession, one that Wanda theoretically knew about but that you've never put into words before. But suddenly, Wanda bit down on you, hard enough for you to grunt in pain, opening your eyes. She grabs your cheeks with one hand, a hot fury in her eyes that makes you shudder.

"Rule number one, don't talk about other girls when you have one on top of you."

You open your mouth like a fish, babbling nonsense for enough time for Wanda to make a motion of leaving. But that makes you react. "I didn't mean to upset you!" You try quickly, hands moving on an instinct to hold her by the waist on top of you. Wanda has to bite her lips hard to keep from letting out a much more submissive sound than she would like when you just squeeze her firmly to keep her there. "Wanda, please forgive me! I-you caught me off guard, alright? I’m nervous… We’re friends and suddenly… you’re so close and I’m talking nonsense! Please, just… tell me what you want to hear.”

She huffs impatiently, crossing her arms and turning her face away as you sigh in defeat. Wanda wants to be annoyed, but you're so lovely when you lean your face into her, trying to ease her anger with chaste kisses on her cheeks and neck until you manage to get from her a stubborn smile. She has no choice but to uncross her arms to slide her hands up your shoulders, wrapping herself around your body again.

She feels you smile and relax completely, the kisses getting firmer on her neck until they tickle and elicit a husky giggle from her. Still, Wanda settles a hand in your hair, and the slight tug to bring your faces close together again draws a deep sigh from you.

"I don't want to hear about other girls, detka. This is your last warning." She says seriously with eyes glowing red for a moment. Wanda had hoped to have a direct effect, but to her surprise, a teasing smirk began to form on your lips.

"Wow, you're totally jealous." You accused and she grimaced, trying to pull away once more. But that only made you burst out into a teasing giggle, while your strong arms wrapped around her torso, bringing her back to you effortlessly while keeping her locked into you. Wanda was clearly aware of how shaky her legs were with the motion, and trying to walk away again would only result in her falling to the ground. "Wanda, darling, the girls I kissed must be a hundred years old by now."

Reluctantly and with a rosy tinge in her cheeks, she mutters, "Honestly, I was hoping to be your first." Her confession makes you rise your eyebrows in surprise, only to smile fondly next. Your hands moved again, caressing her back in an attempt to relax her as well.

"Hey, look at me." You call out gently, waiting for the girl's stubbornness to subside with the help of your caresses. Wanda has a stronger color on her face when she finally raises her eyes to you again. "I didn't imagine this was anything of relevance to you. But I haven't lied before, I've never been with someone intimately. If you still want to, you can be my first... everything else."

She twitches her nose softly. "You’re making it sound like it’s a favor for me. I only want to... if you do too." She retorts with a certain determination in her gaze, and though you feel your cheeks burn with the ultimatum, you nod foolishly before breaking the distance.

It catches Wanda by surprise, the sudden kiss, and you're despairing when she doesn't respond immediately, pulling away at the same speed you approached. "Sorry." You say mortified and breathless, your lips tingling. "I like you, Wan. I really do. I just thought you should know before..."

She places a finger over yours, shushing your nervous anticipation. Her free hand goes to your cheek and Wanda pulls you close again, her eyes darkening in a way that makes you shiver entirely.

"Like I said before, just relax, baby. Stop overthinking." She whispers before she firms her mouth over yours. It's a sensual, intense kiss unlike any you've ever received. Wanda seems determined to drive you to complete insanity. She kisses you unhurried, waiting for permission to slide her tongue into yours, and giving you no room to breathe properly, head spinning with those new yet so familiar needy feelings. She kisses and kisses you until you're restless beneath her, your body burning and your hands curious testing limits that she doesn’t impose, only encourages you to break. Her taste and smell intoxicate your every sense, the feel of her body molded to yours, teasing your reactions and almost making you lose control of your strength. The tight squeeze you give her when she sucks your tongue earns a whimper from her that sticks and echoes in your mind, making you dizzy with lust. When she finally breaks the kiss to breathe, her lips are swollen like yours, and her pupils are so dilated that there is no green left in them. Your face burns for the matching fire you find in her gaze.

You are unable to find any words to describe this moment, so you only stare at her, blushing over the smirk that starts to form on her lips once she catches the adoring look you’re giving her.

Licking your lips to try to gain some focus, you dare to ask: “Was it…good?” You would have added “Did you like” or “Was I enough” if Wanda didn't break into a giggle that shut you entirely, your cheeks burning. Before the shame could surface, she grabbed your cheeks again. “You’re too cute, darling.” She says, kissing you again more quickly than before. Her hands move to yours then, intertwining your fingers together to drag them on her thighs, down, and then back up, this time under her skirt. Your heart stopped, and Wanda turned her dark eyes back to yours, her voice so low you wouldn't have heard it if you weren't so close. “Don’t be shy, see for yourself how much I like kissing you.” She whispers darkly.

When she kisses you again, her hands guide you under her skirt until you're in her front. The mere contact of your fingers with the wet spot on her panties makes you groan and break the kiss, needing a moment to just take a breath and calm your nerves. Wanda doesn't wait long, releasing your hands to move hers to your shoulders, needing firm support now that you're so close to where she needs it so badly. She gasps in surprise when your hand gives a quick tug that rips her panties off at once, a wave of new wetness running down her thighs in the same second.

You don't say anything about it, just turns your face to kiss her again, the same way she did before, and somehow even dirtier and more sexual, drawing gasps with every flick of your tongue against hers.

Because Wanda's your best friend, she wants to taunt you - tease you about being better at this than you let on, but all the words fall away at once when your fingers fill her in one go. All Wanda can do is moan, choking on the kiss as she feels you slide into her with such ease.

"Fuck, detka." She moans with her eyes tightly closed, just as she pulls away to breathe. Your response is to just continue your movements, in and out of her without haste, feeling every mention of her warm walls squeezing your fingers. Wanda is burning on top of you and the sound of her drenched pleasure echoes low. You hum contentedly, nipping at her neck as she can no longer match the kiss, so close to her own climax. Your hand adjusts, increasing its reach, and when your thumb gives her clit the attention it needs, Wanda lets out an affected squeal. "W-wanna cum, baby. Please!"

You bite back a smile, surprised and impressed by the question hidden in the statement. You adjust to face her and wait for Wanda to feel the change to look at you too. The dark, lust-filled pupils leave you breathless.

"You can cum, sweetheart, you don't even have to ask." You assure her softly, never stopping your movements inside her. "I'm here to please you." You whisper, and it's enough for Wanda to break into an affected moan, hips thrusting helplessly against your hand until she arches her back and lets out the longest, dirtiest moan you've ever heard.

Her eyes flutter shut as she rides her high on your soaked hand, until she finally opens scarlet pupils for you, a long groan leaving her lips as the last sensations of the best orgasm she ever had fade away.

Wanda turns her full attention to you in the next second, stealing quick but intense kisses until a husky giggle leaves her lips and tickles yours.

"You're too good at this for your own good." She prompts, and the compliment takes a heartfelt giggle from you. You try to relax under her gaze but Wanda's dilated eyes have a different twinkle as she holds your cheeks more firmly. "I think I want to keep you all to myself. Without sharing with anybody else. What do you say, baby?"

You swallow dry, suddenly quite vulnerable "H-hm, like... dating?" You retort in a weak tone of voice because you need to confirm and well the idea that someone as unbelievably awesome as Wanda Maximoff is actually asking for exclusivity with you seems too freaking surreal not to confirm. As many times as necessary.

Wanda giggles mischievously, settling herself on top of your fingers that never left her and sighing as she feels you even deeper than before. "Yeah, just like that." She moans, and you're not sure if she's answering your question or guiding you through the motions, but you get the impression that the answer goes both ways.

It's not like you will contradict your new girlfriend any further.

Before Wanda could indulge in the sensation again, however, she stopped you with a gentle grip on your wrist. Raising curious eyes to the breathless flushed girl on top of you, your first reaction was to check if you had done something wrong, and by god, hurt her. But Wanda bit back a smile, her other hand going down to your belt.

"We're overdressed, honey." She whispered against your lips, red sparkles playing with the edge of your shirts, teasing them upward. " Strip."

Moaning low against her mouth, Wanda almost didn't let you pull away. In record time, your clothes were off and so were hers, between stolen panting kisses you fell to the mattress again, curious hands urging together.

Wanda pinned you beneath her with no effort despite your super strength, and feeling her naked against your skin drove you to the brink of insanity. She swallowed each moan with her mouth, appreciating the increasingly needy sounds as she fit against your hips, and began to move hers.

Soon, the friction became unbearably arousing and you had to clutch at the sheet, and the headboard. A hot, tight knot at the tip of your stomach left you breathless, every movement of Wanda's hips into yours, the perfect fit between your cunts was enough to make you choke.

You practically meowed when she got the rhythm right. "O-oh god Wanda! T-there's something... fuck, I can't-"

"I know baby, just let go for me." She panted, her hands clenching the sheet on either side of your head, her hips frantic against yours. "Fuck, you feel amazing" She moans a confession, smiling satisfied at your expression of pure bliss beneath her.

Suddenly the knot bursts, and you're blinded by the pleasure of your first orgasm for a full moment. The headboard snaps in your left hand and Wanda cums in a loud, animalistic moan, spilling herself down on you before collapsing heavily onto your torso, your panting breaths mingling like your juices.

You try to recover together from the intensity of the climax, your hand finding her back on instinct to stroke her as Wanda nestles closer against you, an exhausted, satisfied smile on her lips.

She barely had a chance to lift her face to kiss you when the bedroom door suddenly opened.

"Kid, is everything all right in here I heard something breaking-'"

You nearly knocked Wanda off the bed in an attempt to cover the two of you with the comforter - and the mattress lost a few springs in the process.

The two Avengers who'd entered the room covered their faces with their hands, but unlike your brother, Natasha was holding back her laughter.

"I'm sorry. We... I... you-"

"Come on Captain, we're leaving." Natasha cut Steve off with a pat on the shoulder, leading the way backward. "Sorry girls, lock the door next time. And well, use protection!" She burst out laughing, ignoring the embarrassed grumbles from you and Wanda, and closing the door.

With the safety of a locked door, you hid your face in your pillow.

"Great, the best day of my life might be ruined because my brother is going to have a stroke." You grumbled, getting a hearty laugh from the other.

Wanda adjusted herself, stroking your hair until you looked at her again. "Best day of your life, huh? I'm flattered." She teases, smiling at the red that appears on your cheeks.

"As if you weren't cocky enough." You retort in the same tone, adjusting to hold her by the waist and pull her to you, getting on top now. Wanda sighs softly, even warmer with the addition of the blanket now, she finds it kind of hard to concentrate, much more talk. "Thank you, Wands."

Your line surprises her. "For what?"

"For being my first time." You clarify with a shrug, though your gaze was intense. "I've always wanted it to be with someone special, someone I like and trust. And there's no one I love more than you."

Wanda kisses you because she doesn't want to be the type to cry during sex, and she's pretty sure she would. You don't mind, she transmits the feeling through action and well, there are other things you're dying to do other than talk.

There will be time for confessions later.

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literaryavenger · 2 months

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Birthday Kiss

Summary: It's Bucky's birthday and he decides to spend it with his best friend, Steve, and Steve's little sister, you.

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader, Brother!Steve Rogers x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Angst. Idiots in love. Fluff. Vague mentions to sex. Language 'cause I can't help myself. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 3.4K

Prompt: "So what should I say?" "when?" "when I love someone." "you should say it"

A/N: Since it's almost Bucky's birthday I wanted to celebrate it with my first fic with 40s Bucky! He's one of my favorite Buckys and I've been wanting to write about him for a while and I finally got this idea! Hope someone enjoys it! In my mind this happens like a year before Captain America: The First Avenger, so Bucky is turning 25, Steve is 23 and the Reader is 21, but you can always imagine any age you want. As always, any ideas for fics are appreciated!

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You enter the room to see Bucky is hanging out in yours and Steve's apartment, like he always does, sitting down at the window, smoking a cigarette and reading the evening newspaper while a football game plays on the television in the living room and Steve sits on the couch, drawing on his notebook.

You're used to Bucky being here, he's your big brother's best friend and you've come to be very close friends with him too, even if you wished there was more.

As clichè as it is to have a crush on your brother's best friend, you couldn't help it. He was handsome and funny, and he's always sweet and protective of you.

You've known him since you were 9 years old, and he's the only family you have left other than Steve.

"Is this really how you're going to spend your birthday?" You ask Bucky as you sit on the couch next to Steve.

Bucky turns around towards you with a bright smile, his blue eyes lighting up as soon as he sees you, like they always do whenever he's around you.

He puts out the cigarette and stands up, walking over to you, sitting down on your other side and pulling you into a side hug.

"Hey, doll. I didn't think you were gonna be here today." He says, although he seems more happily surprised by your presence than disappointed.

"I live here, Barnes." You tease him with a smile. "Unlike you."

He rolls his eyes playfully as Steve snickers next to you while he keeps drawing. "I know that. I meant, I thought you were gonna be out with your friends tonight."

"I didn't feel like it." You dismiss him quickly, not wanting to actually say out loud that you'd rather spend his birthday with him doing nothing than go out with your friends, so you try to casually change the subject. "I thought you'd at least want to spend today with Dot."

Dot isn't actually Bucky's girlfriend, they've been on a few dates and you've seen them together a couple of times, but Bucky introduced her to you as a friend so you don't think they're that serious.

Not that Bucky ever is, girls are always all over him and he takes advantage of that. He's a ladies man.

But you try not to worry too much about his love life, not wanting to hurt yourself more than knowing Bucky will never see you like that already does.

"Well, I wanted to spend my birthday with my favorite pair of siblings. She can give me my birthday kiss tomorrow." He says with a grin while ruffling your hair.

"So... What's been going on with you lately, doll? Anything interesting happening in your life?" He asks curiously after a pause, genuinely wanting to know more about your day-to-day activities and experiences.

"I... Well, I went on my first date." You say shyly while playing with the edge of your dress.

Bucky's eyes widen in surprise, his interest piqued by your sudden confession. "First date? Who was it with? How'd it go?" He asks with what seems like excitement but mentally preparing himself to potentially become jealous or possessive no matter who you mention.

"It was fine..." You say quietly, still not looking at him. "It just wasn't... It wasn't what I was expecting..."

Bucky senses something off in your tone and expression, and immediately becomes concerned. He places a gentle hand on your knee, trying to comfort you without making it too obvious.

"What happened, doll? Did things not go as well as you hoped they would? Are you feeling okay?" He asks softly, trying to gauge whether or not you want to open up about what happened during your date and if there's anything he can do to make it better.

You don't really know how to answer his question, so you don't, simply glancing at him before looking away and shrugging.

"Tell me what happened, I'm here for you no matter what. If that guy hurt your feelings or made you uncomfortable, I'll kick his ass for sure." He promises fiercely, his protective instincts kicking into high gear whenever you seem vulnerable or upset.

You giggle weakly at his protectiveness but still don't look at him, so he takes your chin gently but firmly and makes you look at him. "Tell me what happened on your date. Was it some creep who tried to grope you or something worse? Because if he did, I swear to god I will find him and break his fucking legs."

"That's not it, Bucky." You say quickly. "It's just... He just... He wasn't..." You. He wasn't you. That's what you want to tell him, but you can't, so you sigh and shrug again. "He just wasn't my type."

Bucky knew what was your type. He knew he was your type, he has seen you ogle him countless times when he walked past you or sat near you.

He also knew that you had never shown any interest in any of the men who approached you, always dismissing them as not good enough for you. Or at least that's why he thought you did.

Glancing at Steve before looking back at you again, Bucky says quietly. "Well, that's too bad for him I guess."

"It doesn't matter, I'm not seeing him again." I say quietly, avoiding both Steve and Bucky's eyes.

Bucky's brow furrowed in confusion, he couldn't believe you were so quick to give up on a potential relationship just because the guy didn't live up to your impossible standards.

"Doll, you gotta give guys more of a chance. They ain't all as bad as you seem to think they are." He scolds you playfully, but there was also a hint of underlying irritation in his tone as he takes a long sip from his beer bottle.

You glance at him before looking away again. "So... You think I should go on another date with that guy?" You ask quietly.

Bucky thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of pushing you to go on another date with the mystery guy. "Yeah, actually. I mean, if you think he's worth giving a second chance, then why not? And if he turns out to be a total dud again, then at least you can say you gave it a shot. But only if you're really sure he's worth your time though. Don't waste it on some loser who doesn't appreciate everything you have to offer."

He advised you, trying to strike a balance between being supportive and challenging you to take risks when it came to relationships. "But whatever you decide, don't let me pressure you into doing something you don't want to do. You've gotta follow your heart, doll."

"You know, Stevie doesn't care this much about who I date, and he's my older brother." You tease Bucky while glancing at Steve.

Bucky snorts in amusement, "Yeah well, I'm not your brother, sweetheart, but I'm your friend and your wingman, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna sit back and watch you throw away a potential chance to be happy. Now come on, make up your mind already. Are you gonna give the guy another chance or not?" He pressed, playfully but determinedly.

You look at his face for a moment before looking away again and sighing. "I'm not." You say quietly but firmly. "I'm not going on a second date with that guy." You clarify.

Bucky felt his jaw tighten a little as he realized that you had completely ignored his previous suggestion and were instead deciding against giving the guy a second chance.

He didn't like the idea of you potentially missing out on something good due to your own stubbornness, but he also knew that he couldn't force you to do anything you didn't truly want to do.

"Well, fuck. Guess that settles that then," He said after a moment of silence, trying to hide his disappointment but failing miserably. "You're really gonna just throw that opportunity away? Fine, suit yourself, I guess. But don't expect me to hold your hand or anything when you get sad because you're alone. You're on your own with that shit."

"I guess I am." You say quietly before getting up from the couch and going to the window, climbing into the emergency staircase to go up to the roof, like you do most nights to watch the stars.

Bucky watches you leave, feeling a mix of frustration and concern as he realizes that you're retreating to your usual spot on the roof rather than staying and talking to him.

He wants to call after you, to make sure you're okay, but he knows better than to push you if you need time alone.

Instead, he takes a deep breath and tries to focus on the present moment, reminding himself that sometimes people need space and time to themselves.

"Fine. Have it your way," he calls after you, knowing that there isn't much else he can do in this situation. "But don't think for a second that I won't be keeping an eye on you up there. You better not try anything stupid."

You roll your eyes but don't stop, going up to the roof, that's right above yours and Steve's apartment, and sitting on the picnic blanket you and Steve use every night.

After a few minutes someone else comes to the roof and you can tell it's Steve by the light steps. "You sure you want to let Bucky alone in our apartment, Stevie? I'm afraid he might burn it down." You joke weakly without turning around to look at him, your eyes locked in the city's skyline.

Steve chuckles and you can feel him sitting down next to you. It's not the first time you sit together on the roof, everybody in your apartment building knows this is the Rogers siblings' spot.

You don't say anything and neither does Steve, and you're especially glad he doesn't say anything when he sees a tear falling down your cheek but simply wraps his arm around you as you lay your head on his shoulder.

"What's going on in your head, little sis?" Steve asks you after you stop crying.

You try to gather your thoughts, trying to find a way to make sense of everything swirling in your head. You take a deep breath before you pull away slightly and turn your head towards the city again. "What should I say?" You ask quietly.

"When?" Steve asks with a frown.

"When I love someone." I clarify looking back at him.

"You should say it." He tells you firmly. It's not the first time you've talked about this, Steve knows about your feelings for Bucky and like a good big brother he always tells you to express yourself. "You should tell him."

You sigh and look away from him and back to the New York skyline. "I don't know, Stevie..."

"Why not, Bambi?" You smile softly at his use of your childhood nickname because Bambi is your favorite book, but then you shake your head.

"Have you seen the way he looks at Dot? I have no chance with him. I'm not his type." You say with conviction.

"You really don't see it?" Steve ask, getting a little frustrated.

"See what?" You ask confusedly while looking back at him.

"The difference between you and her is that he looks at her like she's the prettiest girl in the world," Steve says and your heart sinks so you look away from him, but he still goes on. "but when he looks at you it's like... It's like maybe you're magic. He looks at you with such reverence and respect. He looks at you like if he could just have you in his arms, everything would be okay. Like if he had you, nothing could touch him. He looks at you like he just realized what love is."

Steve pauses and grabs your chin gently to make you look at him before finishing. "He loves you. Anyone can see that. You're just too blind to notice it."

Steve kisses your forehead and then gets up and goes back inside to the apartment, leaving you to think about everything he said.

You lay down on the picnic towel on the ground of the roof and look up at the stars. Could Steve be right? Does Bucky really love you back but you just haven't noticed?

If Bucky had feelings for you, certainly you would've noticed.

Yes, he's protective of you and he's always happy to have you around, but you've been friends for over a decade and he is your brother's best friend, so he probably sees you as just that. His best friend's sister.

But he never did treat you like Steve's annoying little sister.

Even when you were kids he always tried to include you in their games and literally held your hand whenever the three of you went somewhere, like the park a few blocks over.

He would always coo on you when you got any scrapes while playing and kiss your boo-boos away.

He's always been very sweet to you and he stood up for you as much as he did for Steve whenever someone bothered you.

But could that really be actual love? Or is it just affection for a girl he's known since you were little and sees as his own little sister?

You rub your eyes before putting your hands behind your head, getting comfortable while looking at the sky full of stars.

In the meantime, Bucky heard everything from the window of your apartment.

He couldn't deny the truth of what Steve had said, he did look at you with a sense of reverence and respect, like you held the key to unlocking his heart and making everything else in his life fall into place.

But he also knew that he had to tread carefully, to approach you in the right way or risk scaring you off completely.

As much as he wanted to take control of the situation and make things happen on his terms, he knew that he needed to let you come to him, to give you space to process everything that Steve told you and to allow you time to realize how much you actually mean to him.

As Steve climbs back into the window, he gives Bucky a pointed look and a pat in the back, silently encouraging him to talk to you.

Bucky takes a deep breath and then climbs into the stairs, getting to the roof but not getting any closer to you. He's determined to talk to you, but his nerves are getting the best of him.

You can hear Bucky coming to the roof and when he doesn't move closer you frown slightly but think he's just giving you a moment before sitting next to you.

When he stays put for a couple of minutes, you roll your eyes and with a small smile you say "You can come lay down next to me, if you want." Loudly enough for him to hear, your eyes never leaving the stars above you.

Bucky's heart skips a beat as he hears your invitation, and without hesitation he steps forward and drops down onto the towel beside you.

You can tell he's trying to keep his movements quiet, not wanting to startle you or disturb your peaceful contemplation.

He lays there quietly for a few moments, taking in the sight of you lying there so effortlessly beautiful, before finally speaking.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to hear those words coming from your mouth," he whispers and moves closer to you, placing one arm around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder, feeling incredibly vulnerable by the fact that you were so physically close and you were allowing him to get even closer.

"Thanks for letting me do this," he added, indicating the embrace.

"It's not the first time we've watched the stars together, Buck..." You whisper back, resting your head on his while willing your heart to stop beating so fast.

Bucky smiles softly, feeling a warm sense of contentment wash over him as he wraps his arms around you, feeling incredibly grateful for this moment of intimacy between the two of you.

He can feel the gentle weight of your body against his, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world. He listens to the sound of your breathing, feeling his heartbeat slow down as he takes comfort in your presence.

"Yeah, it's not the first time... But it feels different tonight." He whispers back, feeling a newfound confidence and boldness coursing through his veins.

He moves even closer to you, pressing his face against your neck and inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of your skin. "I've always... I've always wanted to hold you like this."

"I... I always wanted you to..." You whisper back hesitantly and bite your lip when he presses his face against your neck, almost scared to move, worried that if you do it'll ruin the moment.

Bucky feels a surge of pleasure course through his body as he hears your response, knowing that you too cherished these special moments with him.

When you don't say anything at his physical contact he continues to hold you tightly, feeling a deep sense of connection growing between you.

He presses his lips against your neck, gently kissing and nibbling on your skin, feeling a newfound desire burning within him that he had never experienced before.

He wants more than anything to take things further, to remove your clothing and explore every inch of your body with his hands and mouth, but he forces himself to remain patient and wait for your signal that you actually want something more intimate.

"You know... I've always been afraid to show you how much I really care about you," he whispers into your ear, his voice barely audible over the sound of the city below them.

"Steve thinks you love me..." You say quietly, hoping to god that your idiot brother is right for once in his life.

Bucky freezes a little, feeling a mixture of relief and surprise wash over him. He's surprised at your boldness but so relieved that the truth is finally out there.

But he also knows you well enough to know that if he wants you to truly believe that he loves you, then he has to act quickly to prove it to you and make sure that you never doubt his feelings again.

"Yeah... I do love you, Doll. More than anything else in this world. And I'm sorry that I didn't say it sooner... But I was afraid to lose you." He admits quietly, as he takes your face in his hands.

"You really mean that?" You ask quietly, a mix of hope and uncertainty clear in your voice.

"I do." He says without hesitation while he looks at your beautiful face turned towards his. "And I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I care about you."

The smile that comes to your face is so bright that it feels to Bucky like the sun suddenly came up in the middle of the night.

"I know you already gave me a birthday gift," He says, referring to the jacket you gave him this morning. "But can I ask you for one more?"

You're definitely curious about what he wants so you nod. "Sure, what is it?"

"Can you give me a birthday kiss?" He asks quietly while brushing a strand of hair aways from your face and behind your ear.

You blush a little and can't help but smile because he wants a birthday kiss from you, not Dot or any other girl, and you nod slowly as you start leaning in.

Bucky meets you halfway and when your lips touch it feels like fireworks, your stomach filling with butterflies while he brings you closer to him while deepening the kiss.

After a few minutes you both pull away for air, breathing heavily while looking at each other. "Wow." Is all he says after a moment.

You giggle and bite your lip. "Happy birthday, Bucky." You say softly and give him a kiss on the cheek before settling back against him, your head on his chest as you look up at the stars.

Bucky wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and then relaxes while looking up too, more content than ever to finally have you in his arms.

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angelbaby-fics · 2 months

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Cg stucky x little reader x little Peter where he is the older bro and very protective about his little sis and they go to the avenger tower but she is in babyspace and non-verbal and he won't let anyone near her and is like "nooooo she to tiny you make her owie" and when someone else than their caregivers try to pick her up he Hit the person and get punished by daddies

Baby's Bodyguard

Word Count: 800

A/N: This is such a sweet idea!!!! I love big bro Peter & there's gonna be a lot more of him coming in the future I think 💕 Also nobody yell at me but I haven't actually watched Hawkeye & I don't know anything about Kate imsosorry enjoy!! 💕

Joining the Rogers-Barnes family as their precious and littlest baby was the greatest thing that happened to everyone involved, but nobody took on a greater pride than your big bubba Peter. Steve and Bucky had been worried at first that he wouldn’t take it well, no longer being an only child and the absolute center of their attention. To their surprised delight, however, Peter took on his new older sibling responsibilities with a soldier’s pride.

Any time you were out on an errand or playing in the park, Peter took it upon himself to keep a watchful eye on you, even though your daddies were more than capable. Whenever you weren’t in your daddies’ arms, you were holding Peter’s hand. At the playground, he’d go down the slide first to make sure it wasn’t too fast, and then wait at the bottom to catch you as you followed. When you ordered food in a restaurant, Peter always took the first bite to make sure it was safe. Well, maybe that one wasn’t as much about protection as it was getting an extra bite, but still. At parties and playdates it was a little easier for him to get distracted, but he always made sure you were within earshot.

That’s how you found yourself now, in one of the common rooms of the sprawling Avengers compound, stacking blocks into a castle while Peter half paid attention to Wanda’s game of pretend on the other side of the room, his focus divided between her and you. Steve was standing around the snack table talking to Bruce and Tony, while Bucky and Sam cracked open a couple of beers on the balcony. It wasn’t a party so much as a lively get-together, team members and family only.

It also happened to be Kate’s first party with the gang. Kate had been kind to you the few times you had met her, engaged with you in your pretend games and played hide and seek around the compound with you and your friends, but you didn’t trust her all the way yet. She was new here, she didn’t know that the only ones you allowed to carry you were your daddies. When Tony announced that dinner was ready, she was the closest to you, so she picked you up to carry you into the dining room with everyone. She meant well, she handled you gently, but that meant nothing to you at this moment.

Peter’s spidey senses noticed it first, the sharp intake of your breath as you started to wail. Poor Kate didn’t realize what was happening as everything unfolded. A sticky web splatted into the back of her shirt as Peter ran over to the two of you.

“No! You put baby down!!” He shouted, smacking the side of Kate’s arm like a cat batting a toy; not enough to hurt her.

Kate let go of you as you flung yourself into Peter’s arms, now sobbing from both the fright of being picked up by a new person and the commotion that had followed it. Peter barely had time to comfort you when a strong voice rang out over the noise.

“Hey!” Steve shouted, not needing to say anything else to get everyone in the room silent and staring at him. Even you had stopped crying when you saw your daddy enter the room. Peter immediately spoke out in your defense.

“She was scaring baby!” He cried out, pointing an accusatory finger at Kate.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t! I was just bringing her to dinner!” Kate defended herself, desperately hoping the super soldier would understand. It wasn’t Steve she was worried about, though; Bucky was glaring at her with ice cold eyes.

Steve placed a calming hand on his husband’s shoulder, calming him instantly.

“Alright, everybody calm down,” Steve said, his face softening as he turned to meet your eyes. “Are you hurt, babydoll?”

You shook your head, reaching out for your daddy’s arms.

“I promise,” Kate said, “all I did was pick her up!” “I believe you.” Steve nodded. “She just doesn’t like getting picked up by anybody but her family. It's okay, you didn’t know yet.” Kate smiled, grateful for the forgiveness. Your tears had dried, your breathing had calmed, and your tummy had started to rumble. Steve gave you a kiss on the head, and with the chaos settled, everyone began to shuffle off to the dining room. Peter mingled in amongst them until he felt a cold hand on the back of his shirt.

“Uh uh, not so fast kiddo,” Bucky warned, pulling the youngster aside. “I saw you hit Kate. That’s not nice and you know it.”

Peter looked down at his sneakers. “I’m sorry Baba,” he said dejectedly.

“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to Kate. Bucky let Peter go, following him into the kitchen before adding: “and no dessert tonight!”

#little!reader #stucky x little!reader #agere fic #bucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky #daddy!bucky #marvel agere #peter x little!reader #stucky x little!peter #little!peter x little!reader #chloe's fic

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buckys-wintersoldier · 27 days

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“Did I step on your moment?” | Steve Rogers

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Steve Rogers x SHIELD!Agent!Female!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> Natasha, Steve and you are on a mission but when you need to hide things are heated between Steve and you.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 634

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (G) none, just fluff

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | March 29 | Theme: Natasha Romanoff | Mall, Disguise, Matchmaking, “Did I step on your moment?”, Favorite Natasha quote | @catws-anniversary

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Steve’s arm is around your waist; he wears a blue cap and laughs along with you when you pass a few people. Natasha talks to you over an earpiece, always telling you where the agents are and where you have to go to find out what’s on the stick. Steve and Natasha bought the stick after a mission on a SHIELD ship, which turned out wasn’t a ship belonging to SHIELD.

“To the left!” Natasha says, and the two of you do.

You walk into a small shop for phones and computers, looking around while you find a computer that could work. There are not many people around, so you pull Steve along with you. He smirks at you, even though his heart is just as much beating against his ribcage as yours. But the two of you stay professional enough to not be too nervous. You put the stick into the computer, looking around before you tap something. Just a moment later, there is a map, almost showing you the place where you find a base, which was supposed to be a SHIELD one but probably belongs to Hydra now.

“Front door, six agents; sides, two on each side; and behind the building are also six agents,” Natasha says. “Entering the building now. You have around seven minutes to get out of the store.”

You tap a few more things when a man appears next to you and talks to Steve. He asks him if he could help. Steve’s answer makes you chuckle. He tells him that you both are looking for a good spot for your honeymoon. After another comment from the man who tells Steve he has the same glasses, you almost burst out laughing.

“Siblings,” Natasha says through the earpiece, and you say that out loud.

“Model,” the guy says before he walks away to another customer.

“They are almost in the shop,” Natasha says, and you look back at the computer.

Right when Steve looks at the display as well, the coordinates appear there, and you get the stick back before the two of you make your way out of the shop. Natasha says where the agents are, while Steve and you walk close to each other on the stairs. The agents are all around the mall, and you pull your hood more into your face. Steve's eyes are focused on the ground while you pass some agents. On the stage, you inhale deeply, then you see Rumlow exhaling annoyedly before you turn to Steve.

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Now it’s going to be hot,” Nat laughs.

You grasp Steve's shirt and pull him down, pressing your lips on his, and he kisses you back. The kiss gets almost heated, but Natasha is doing a good job to make sure you both don’t get distracted from your job.

“You made a scene, didn’t you?”

You groan playfully while Steve says a quiet yes, nodding his head.

“Steve, how about y/n? You could fit really well,” Natasha says.

You hear her smirk, and when Steve turns his head toward you, his eyes are slightly widening and his cheeks are red.

“I-I mean I-“ Steve mumbles, and you laugh before you lift your hand to his cheek.

You capture it and stand on your tiptoes to reach him. When you lean closer, Steve immediately grasps your waist and pulls him closer against you. Your lips are captured by his while you hear Natasha clapping through the earpiece. You chuckle softly, deepening the kiss. You love the soft, warm feeling of Steve’s lips against yours.

“You should bring the stick now.”

Steve groans and makes both of you laugh.

“Did I step on your moment?” Natasha asks, laughing.

“No, just come and get the stick when you want it,” Steve says, playfully.

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angelltheninth · 8 months

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Romance Tropes with Marvel Characters

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor, Loki, Tony Stark, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker x Reader

Tags: fluff, enemies to lovers, kissing, sleeping around, doubt, confession, teasing

A/N: Back with my favorite romance tropes. God there are a lot of these.

STEVE ROGERS + LAST TO KNOW

You and everyone around you know that there's feelings between the two of you, everyone but Steve himself. He's not dumb, far from it but when it comes to romance you need to be really direct with him because subtlety has been getting you nowhere really fast and you needed to fix that. You need clear, blatant flirting, you need to wink at him, you need to tell him you like the things he does, that you like him point blank. Once he gets that he will take the gentleman route and ask you on a date.

BUCKY BARES + NOT GOOD ENOUGH

Bucky feels like there's flaws in everything he does with you, that somehow he will end up messing things up no matter how well he plans them out. His whole life has been a series of mistakes and accidents. While he knows for a fact that you're not that for him he wants to work extra hard to make sure you're not making a mistake by dating him. If only he knew that who he was was already good enough, that he is already your perfect someone. And all his imperfections are also part of why you love him.

SAM WILSON + SECRET ADMIERER

Pines over you for a good long while. Sam really wants to make sure you like him before he makes his real move so he does things like live flowers and little cute gifts in your locker. It has so be someone from the team but you don't figure out who until you catch him on his way from the flower shop, with the exact flowers appearing in your locker for the past month. Doesn't take a genius to figure it out. And since you already did and seemed t be happy with his gifts he might as well confess right now, with flowers in hand.

NATASHA ROMANOFF + BEST FRIEND'S SIBLING

Natasha is always there when you go to visit Yelena and she's always teasing you. This is much to Yelena's annoyance because she knows you like Natasha too. You never get too flirty when you're in the company of others but over the phone is a different story. When you become a couple Natasha jokes about you becoming Yelena's new sibling, something which Yelena is jokingly appalled by. Natasha is the type of person to make kissy noises at you just to annoy her little sister.

CLINT BARTON + AFRAID TO COMMIT

You and Clint have had a casual on and off relationship for years. When things are about to get serious he breaks it off, saying he needs time to think about it but you never seem to move on from this one spot. While frustrating you know why that is, he's already lost his family once, he doesn't want to risk losing someone he's grown to care so much about. He would rather that he didn't start to care, that it was casual but it's not and he does care, and that's why he's scared of opening up to you further.

THOR + PROTECTOR

For such a big guy Thor can be real cagey with his romantic feelings. He will flirt for sure, he'll even try to sleep with you but he will always maintain his status as your protective best friend. In fact he will even go so far as to say that the reason he's so flirty is because he's protecting you from other people who have bothered you before. While you can appreciate that he could do all of that too if he admitted to himself that he wanted to be your boyfriend. Was it really that easy? Was he really overthinking things for once?

LOKI + OLD ENEMIES

You and Loki go way back as enemies, even the most petty things you had to argue about and see who will come out on top. That attitude eventually transferred over to the bedroom but you never stopped being enemies. You're always at each other's throats when you see each other and then pretend like you don't think about each other when you're not fighting. There's never a confession that happens between you two because there's nothing to confess, you already know that you love to hate each other.

TONY STARK + SLEEPS WITH EVERYONE BUT YOU

Being the playboy that caught feelings for you of course Tony isn't gonna make it worse by sleeping with you. He wants to so bad but once he does there would be no running from his feelings anymore. So he sleeps with other people, however he doesn't brag about it like usual, not to you anyway, but you know. Eventually it stops working, he can't stay away from you anymore. But he doesn't want to sleep with you and then confess, he has to take you out on a date, kiss you, confess and then if you still want him, sleep with you.

KATE BISHOP + FRIENDS TO LOVERS

No amount of superhero work can rip Kate away from her best friend. You bet she tells you who she is from the simple fact that she knows you'll keep it a secret and because you're used to people being after her because of her money. Sleepovers are a regular thing with the two of you, as are cuddles, kisses though... those are a bit new. She panicked when she kissed you, said it was an accident. How could it be though when you wanted it to happen too? And what if you'd like for it to happen again?

PETER PARKER + OBLIVIOUS TO LOVE

As much as he is a genius, Peter can be a little oblivious to romance. Okay, very oblivious. He's an awkward guy and he rarely makes the first move. But if you can show him that you're really into him... no he won't get it. You need to be the one to ask him out on a date. Then he will put his best foot forward and make sure you are swept off your feet. He might have been oblivious at first but not anymore, he's starting to pick up on your little cute flirting, and more importantly he's starting to flirt back.

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supercap2319 · 2 years

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Steve: So... nothing happened between you and Peter last night?”

Y/N: “Nothing. Why do you ask?”

Steve: *Blushes as he chuckles nervously* “Well... Peter came knocking on my door last night looking for your room. He had a Disney Princess swimming ring around his naked body. Why is that?”

Y/N: “Well, he wanted the Spider-Man one, but I told him that one was mine.”

Steve: “And the part about him being naked?”

Y/N: “Oh.” *Nonchalantly* “We had sex in the pool last time. I stole his clothes and super speeded back to my room.”

Steve: *Shocked and blushing*

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #mcu spiderman #spiderman x male reader #spiderman #tom holland x male reader #tom holland #steve grant rogers #chris evans #young maximoff sibling #male maximoff #swimmin pool #pool float #timothee chalamet

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hesthermay · 9 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

PAIRING: bucky barnes x f!reader

SUMMARY: bucky barnes and the domesticity he deserves.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

RATING + WARNINGS: general audiences, domestic themes, fluff. use of she/her, more fluff, use of y/n, more fluff. in my head reader works outside lolzies

NOTES: marvel!? again!? it never ended!! just switched to something else for a bit but hesthermay will always be a multifandom blog! i quite literally am attached to too many things for it to just be one anymore lmao. anyways!! this is apart of the lady may universe, all works will be labelled as such but remember they do not need to be read in any order or together at all! they can be read as standalone stories because they are all apart of a collection!!

MARVEL MASTERLIST LADY MAY UNIVERSE

The sun had just finished setting, the dark sky staring back at him as he stood in front of the kitchen window.

Bucky Barnes wiped his flesh hand on his jeans before reaching up to readjust the phone wedged between his cheek and shoulder before it could fall. His other remained submerged in the soapy dishwater, metal fingers clutching the wine glass more delicately than his past self ever thought he could as he secured the device. “No, Steve—if you need me, I can come back.”

The blonde man shot him down immediately, insisting that it would only be a waste. Bucky sighed deeply and quietly, knowing his friend was as stubborn as they came.. “Alright, punk; if you say so.”

Truth be told, he did not want to go back just yet. As tired as he’d gotten over the years, the fight most likely wouldn’t ever leave James Buchanan Barnes’ life and that was just something he was going to have to accept. But when he’s here, in the tiny town in the middle of nowhere that was his very slice of paradise, there was no fighting. Only hard work and long days, warm evenings and calm nights, and loud laughter and dinners shared between two.

The life that Y/N L/N had given him was not one he had predicted, but one he would never take for granted. It was…all he could possibly want. If the world were to end tomorrow, he would spend his last moments with his lips on hers.

A tail hitting against his calf was what caught his attention and momentarily pulled him away from the conversation, glancing down at the plump dog stood next to him. Her eyes were trained on the doorway of the kitchen and the brunette knew exactly what she’d picked up on, a grin growing on his face as the last dish was dried and put away.

“Steve, I gotta go, Y/N/N just got home…okay, okay—I’ll tell her,” he chuckled as his metal hand swiped a rag over the counter quickly.

“Tell who what?” A voice piped up from behind him and the cloth was soon abandoned as he whirled around. There she was, standing in the doorway dressed for work and looking like it’d been a long day of it, while still radiating the kind of beauty he swore he’d never get tired of.

Bucky’s grin grew into a smile impossibly fast for a man who used to be a shell, a weapon, but that wasn’t unusual for him these days. “Ah, speak of the devil and she shall appear,” he remarked, and was met with an eye roll from his love and a laugh from his friend, before pulling the phone away from his ear.

With one click, Steve Rogers was put on speaker phone and thrown under the bus. “Stevie says you owe him a dinner from when he kicked your ass in beer pong.”

“I did not say that!”

Y/N’s laugh echoed around the kitchen and filled Bucky’s chest with joy. “Oh, well quit your complaining and get your ass down here then!” She called out as she made her way to the fridge, boots thumping against the floor. “And last I recall, there was no ass kicking. You barely beat me, Rogers.”

Steve and Y/N got along great, and it had become obvious to Bucky very quickly that they acted just like siblings. Their dynamic mimicked that of an older brother and younger sister, and if they didn’t look so different it’d be hard to tell they weren’t related. If they were, Bucky knew she’d give Steve a run for his money.

“I’m all booked up for the next few weeks unfortunately,” the captain’s voice filtered through the speaker, “but I wouldn’t be opposed to a visit after I clear everything up.”

“Oh,” Bucky drawled out as he leaned against the counter, arms and ankles crossed in the very name of ease, “I bet you wouldn’t. Grandma’s cooking’s pretty good, right?”

Another laugh was accompanied by the popping of a beer bottle’s cap coming off and the clinging sound of it hitting the floor. “You’re damn right!” Leaning down to pick up the trash, Y/N continued to speak to Steve but the mechanic had already gained tunnel vision.

His eyes were on her everywhere she went, observing the way her lips formed the words but not really hearing what they were, the way her eyes flitted over to him every few minutes because she was just as obsessed with him as he was her.

The life that Y/N L/N had given him was not one he predicted, but one he would rather die than take for granted. It was his greatest gift.

The sound of his name broke his concentration and he was brought back to the present, tuning in to the conversation to hear Steve saying his goodbyes, throwing a ‘talk to ya later, Buck!’ at the end before he hung up. The phone was forgotten, remaining in the same spot with a black screen as the family of two now focused solely on one another. Y/N walked to the sink, beginning to wash her hands as she looked at the man before her with a semi serious face. “I sure am glad Steve let you have a break even with this long mission. I was starting to go a little crazy,” she chuckled.

“I’ll always find a way back to you, lover girl,” he replied smoothly with that crooked grin as one hand reached out to swipe a thumb across her cheek, wiping off the smudge of dirt left over from her day at work. She beamed at him and he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t stop himself from pulling her in for a kiss; a kiss that conveyed how much he’d missed her, how long he’d waited for her, and just how much he loved her.

When they broke apart she laughed ever so softly, eyes a little out of focus as she recovered from the display of affection. “You gonna let me set the table, Barnes?”

“I suppose I could,” he feigned reluctance, waiting until the very last second to release his hold on her face, hands slowly pulling away from her face where they were gently resting.

“Thank you for making dinner, by the way,” she threw over shoulder as she made her way into the next room with the plates and silverware stacked in her hands, and he followed her with the trays of food he had prepared for them.

“Of course, doll,” he assured, knowing that if not for her he wouldn’t be able to make this meal nor would he have the motivation to learn how to. This domesticity, the routine of home life, was utter bliss.

The life that Bucky Barnes had gained was not one he ever thought was possible for him, but it was one he would never let go of. It was all he needed, all he wanted, all he’d dreamt of.

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gingiesworld · 6 months

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Meet Me In The Meadow

Pairings : Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader/Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers

Warnings: Infidelity. Smut. Amab! Reader. No happy ending.

Word Count: 4.6k

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18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda Maximoff, the only living daughter of Oleg and Iryna Maximoff, well respected entrepreneurs in Westview. However, they needed a means to stabilize their business, so they decided to marry off their 18 year old daughter to the son of Mr James Rogers, Steve. She was to move into the Rogers' estate at the announcement of the engagement. Of course, Steve was immediately taken by her beauty, Wanda remained unhappy with the situation. Soon, transforming into the role of the housewife, making sure that meals were prepared and ready on time for the men returning from a hard day at the office. She had still yet to meet her now husband's sibling.

"Y/N will be home soon." Mrs Rogers beamed as she prepared the house, making sure their room was clean and dust free upon awaiting their arrival.

"Y/N?" Wanda questioned.

"They are my mother's pride and joy." Steve scoffed as he cleaned his hunting rifle, Wanda suddenly became uneasy with his posture. "I followed father into the business while they followed our grandfather, mother's father into the confederate."

"So they are a soldier?" Wanda questioned as Steve grunted a yes. "That's amazing isn't it?"

"No!" He yelled as he looked up at her, disgust on her face. "They only did that to appease their mother's family and her roots. Their actions were completely selfish."

Wanda just nodded and left it at that, opting to help her mother in law with the household chores. What had made Steve more angry was to not be able to father a child. The couple's failed attempts at fertility played a role in his daily disappointments. Leading him to visit the local doctor, afraid of the outcome. He was told that he was either infertile or his wife was barren. Of course a woman's inability to reproduce was always frowned upon, but the inability for a man, a well respected man to reproduce was downright an embarrassment to the family name.

"When do you think we will be graced with small feet running around here?" Mrs Rogers asked as Wanda helped knead the dough.

"I don't know." Wanda sighed, although she was afraid of the inevitable, she was also relieved of the lack of pregnancy.

"Well, keep trying dear." She smiled. "It isn't likely that Y/N will pass down the gene to any children as they are in battle most of the time." Wanda only nodded as she put the dough in the oven to bake as she cleaned up her workspace before working on the stew, using the last of the game meat as Steve and Mr Rogers were going on a hunting trip.

As the hours passed, a sound of a carriage being pulled by horses filled the house. Mrs Rogers was excited to see her child after so many months apart.

"My darling child." She beamed as she practically ran down the stairs, cupping their face as she wore a smile on her face. "I missed you." They kissed her forehead before pulling her in for a hug.

"I got your letters." They informed her. "The news of home kept me from going insane." Their eyes moved to the brunette stood beside her husband. "You must be Wanda." They held their hand out for her to shake, which she did.

"Hello." She spoke shyly as they gave her a tender smile.

"I hope my brother treats you well." They spoke endearingly, earning a scoff from the man in question.

"My marriage does not regard you." He snarled before he disappeared inside as Y/N received a quick hug from their father. He cupped their face to get a better look at them.

"That is a new one." He gestured to the 2 inch long scar on their cheek.

"Another one to my collection." They spoke with pride as Mr Rogers patted their cheek, a proud smile on his face before he retreated inside. "I must bathe before we sit for dinner, mother." Y/N spoke up as she glanced at Wanda.

"Wanda will fill the tub dear." Wanda nodded and retreated to the bathroom, heating up water on the fire before filling the metal tub.

"Thank you." Y/N smiled as they entered the room. Wanda nodded shyly as she finished filling the tub.

"You're welcome." She whispered as she retrieved the fresh towels from the shelf and placed them on the stool. "Do you need my help to wash your back?" She asked as they smiled at her.

"You don't have to." They told her, grabbing the bar of soap and washing their arms. "I understand how being here must be uncomfortable, especially with being forced to marry someone whom you have no real feelings for."

"What makes you think I don't have feelings for Steve?" Wanda asked them as she tilted her head.

"I know very well that it was an arrangement between our fathers." They spoke with certainty as Wanda moved to sit on the stool. "I know they both prefer to put their business first, children second. That is why I joined the Confederacy."

"So you didn't want anything to do with the family business." Wanda noted as Y/N nodded.

"I hated the idea of my life being set out for me, so as soon as I turned 18, I signed my name." They told her. "I was sent on my first battle around the time of the engagement." They leaned forward slightly, giving Wanda a shy smile. "May I have your help?"

"Of course." Wanda never hesitated to help them, washing their back tenderly, taking in the scars that litter their body. "So you and I are the same age?" She questioned as they nodded.

"I am also surprised that you and my brother haven't birthed any children." They pointed out. "It usually occurs within the first year of marriage."

"Well, we aren't for a lack of trying." Wanda stated. "I guess that it is just not meant to be."

"I don't think that is the case." Y/N pointed out. "I think one of you may be unable to inherit an heir."

"You speak like you know." She chuckled as she massaged their shoulders subconsciously.

"I have been around many medical professionals and even some of the men I have come to call my family have had similar troubles." They told her.

"If I'm barren then." She whispered as her hands stopped moving, but remained on their shoulders. "I can't be shunned." She had tears in her eyes.

"You won't be." They told her, rising to their feet and stepping out of the now cold bath. "I'm sure it may happen soon." They turned to her as they picked up the towel from her lap. "Just relax. Maybe take a small getaway with Steve."

"I can't." She whispered as she looked up into their tender gaze. "I just." With that, she left the room as Y/N watched the door close, wondering if they may have overstepped.

The passing days, Wanda had avoided Y/N, although she would steal glances as they helped their mother around the house, doing the manly chores that both Steve and Mr Rogers would neglect. As Wanda was out feeding the chickens, Y/N had approached with the tools, heading over to fix the chicken coop.

"May I apologise Wanda." They spoke tenderly as they stood beside her.

"You haven't anything to apologise for." She told them as she looked up into their eyes. "I just had a lot to think about."

"Well, I still apologise." They spoke sincerely before moving to repair the coop.

"Why doesn't your father or Steve do any of the repairs around here?" Wanda questioned as she followed them.

"I guess having their business in town running smoothly is more important than a stable home." They informed her as they started to remove the old rotted planks of wood. "But, grandfather taught me all I know how to maintain a home." Wanda remained by their side and helped them as they spoke. "He was a respectable man. More respectable than father, although father is indeed a hypocrite."

"Why is that?" She questioned as they hammered the new plank on the coop.

"My mother's family was a military family. My Grandfather had no real business talents, so marrying my mother had no real benefits to the business." They told her. "My father fell in love with my mother, he went against everything his father taught him and married her."

"But he decided to change that with Steve." Wanda spoke bitterly.

"Exactly." Y/N nodded. "Steve was in love with the Carter girl. Margaret I think her name was."

"I think he still might be." Wanda admitted. "Neither of us have spoken those three words to each other." She admitted sadly. "That's because neither of us feel that way. I don't love your brother, I don't love this life." Y/N was quick to wipe away her tears, caressing her cheek softly as they looked into her eyes.

"Isn't there a way for you to escape this life?" They whispered as Wanda shook her head.

"Only death." She whispered as she sighed, relishing in the warm touch of their hands. "But I don't want to die."

"You won't die." They told her firmly. "Come to me, whenever you feel like you need someone to talk to. I will be here for you Wanda. Anyway, you need me."

That was the moment Wanda thought more about her feelings, how she never felt any true emotion for Steve, how she hated her life and it was only really her mother in law and now Y/N who made her feel at home.

"We have a party, a business party and I need you and Wanda to accompany your mother and I." Mr Rogers informed Steve as they sat in the drawing room while having a nightcap.

"Of course father." Steve smiled as he sipped on his whiskey, the two talking about the party that was coming up. "Is Y/N invited?" He questioned as his father shook his head no.

"They never wanted anything to do with the business." He spoke hastily. "They wanted to follow your mother's father into the confederacy. A disappointment to the family name really." Wanda's heart broke at hearing those words. Y/N was the kindest soul she had ever met, considering the horrors they have experienced on the battlefield.

The evening of the party arrived, Wanda walked down the stairs from her shared quarters with her husband. He just hummed before heading out to the awaiting carriage, sighing in disappointment until her eyes met Y/N's tender gaze.

"You look stunning Wanda." They told her softly, a blush soon coated her cheeks as her stomach filled with dancing butterflies.

"Thank you." She whispered before she headed out to the carriage. Joining her husband and his parents in the carriage. She could sense a bitter atmosphere between Mr and Mrs Rogers, especially as Mr Rogers and Steve spoke enthusiastically about the guests of tonight's party.

"Your parents will be joining us in tonight's festivities." Mr Rogers informed her, she only smiled with a nod of acknowledgement before she looked outside of the window, watching as the new brick buildings lined up on the road.

"I miss them." She whispered as the carriage came to a halt.

"Maybe we can invite them over when we have some news." Steve suggested as Wanda just nodded her head, an unsure smile gracing her lips as she took Steve's hand as she stepped out of the carriage, looking up at the building she has only been a handful of times, the first was upon meeting her husband.

She followed her husband and his parents inside, seeing as the party was already in full swing. Many men and women enjoyed the spread that was placed on the tables with fine wine and whiskey.

"Wanda darling." Wanda heard her mother's voice before she turned around to face her. Her arms opened as she welcomed her daughter into a loving embrace.

"I've missed you mama." Wanda whispered as Iryna cupped her daughter's cheeks.

"I've missed you too dear." Iryna told her honestly, placing a tender kiss to her forehead before she greeted her son in law and his parents. "Don't they have a second child?" Iryna asked as she remained beside her daughter.

"They do." Wanda confirmed. "But they are different mama, they are kind, caring and selfless. The complete opposite to Mr Rogers and Steve."

"How are things going with him?" She asked in a hushed tone, ushering Wanda out onto the empty porch.

"Fine." She answered curtly. "We don't click mama."

"I know dear." Iryna gave her an apologetic look. "If it were up to me, I would have had you marry the person who you loved wholeheartedly, and not this arrangement your father had wanted."

The party went on with Wanda remaining near her mother as Steve remained with Mr Rogers, talking with investors and business partners, while Y/N remained home alone, taking the opportunity to fix the barn in the moonlight.

They had always enjoyed the simplicity of the little things. The crickets singing into the quiet night. The moon and stars illuminating the horizon in a soft and gentle light. The silence though seemed almost deafening. Their ears soon picked up the sound of the carriage pulling in, the neighing of the horses and the sound of hooves filled the silent air.

"Y/N is in the barn." Mrs Rogers observed as she heard the sound of the hammer. "Wanda dear, may you go and check on them?"

"She doesn't need to, mother." Steve tried as she just gave him a stern glare.

"I don't care for your evening trists, Steve. I want to know if my child is ok." She told him firmly. "You can help me with warming the house." He looked to his father who only remained silent. Mr Rogers knew better than to go against his wife, so Steve was left alone. Of course Wanda had to fight the smile growing as she felt such relief. She was the first out of the carriage, heading straight to the barn as Steve watched her.

"I don't like their relationship father." He stated with anger in his tone.

"It is nothing son. She is your wife and she will give birth to your children." Mr Rogers assured him.

"I don't think so, father." Steve spoke sadly. "We have tried, every night we have tried and nothing. Maybe one of us is unable to bear a child."

"Well, you know what the outcome of that is, my son." He told him firmly. "You need to father a child, preferably with your wife or you will be shunned from society." Steve just nodded before helping his mother light the fires, a warm amber soon lit up the rooms as he continued his mother's request.

"Y/N, your mother asked me to check on you." Wanda spoke as she spotted Y/N up on a ladder.

"Wanda!" They smiled as they sooned climbed down. "It seems I may have gotten carried away with the time."

"That's quite alright." She smiled at them, her eyes soon catching their sweaty form. "Your mother was just concerned."

"How was the party?" They asked her as she sighed.

"It was ok." She told them. "It was nice seeing my family again but being called Steve Rogers' little wife is just."

"Not what you want." They observed as the two sat on a hay bail.

"No." She whispered. "I always dreamed I would find my better half one day, fall in love and start a family." Y/N listened as she spoke, never daring to interrupt her spoken thoughts. "What about you?" She asked them as they gazed into her eyes, love and adoration was all she saw.

"I'm afraid that my happiness and future is short lived." They told her honestly. "I have fallen for someone."

"Who?" She asked them.

"It doesn't matter anyway." They told her. "She is married."

"She must be amazing." Wanda spoke as Y/N nodded.

"You are." They whispered, eyes widening as Wanda's cheeks coated red. "I'm sorry. That was out of line." Wanda watched as they stood up, soon following them and turning them to face her.

"Kiss me." She whispered as she cupped their cheek, Y/N searched for any signs of doubt but found none, leaning in and lips meeting in a tender kiss. Wanda sighed as the feeling, her entire being electrified at this simple act. As the kiss deepened, their hearts beat together in unison. That was the moment Wanda realised what it felt like to be in love. To truly be in love but unable to be with that person.

Since that first kiss, the two would have stolen moments together, she had also opted to help Y/N with repairs around the estate as Steve and Mr Rogers were in the village, tending to work and important meetings.

"I am just heading out into town." Mrs Rogers informed the two of them.

"Ok mother, be safe." Y/N spoke with a smile before kissing her head. "I am going to show Wanda more of the land, where Steve and I used to roam."

"Ok dear." She smiled between the two before bidding a final farewell. Once the two were alone, Wanda was quick to kiss them passionately, her arms around their neck as their tongues danced together.

"We need to be more careful." Y/N told her, their tender eyes meeting hers.

"I want you Y/N." She whispered as they soon led her outside. Walking along the dirt road until they came up on the meadow surrounding a lake.

"But you are married to my brother." They whispered as Wanda pulled them towards her. "And I hate that he has you first."

"You have my heart." Wanda confessed as she pulled away from them, her hands started to remove her dress as they watched her movements. "Since our first kiss, Steve and I haven't been intimate, because I don't want him."

"But this is forbidden." They whispered as they watched the fabric fall away from her, her milky skin glowing beautifully in the sunlight. "And I." They stepped closer as she removed her undergarments, standing before them, completely nude. "You're taking my breath away."

"Make love to me." She whispered. "Here, in the wildflowers." They never spoke another word, fulfilling her request by kissing her hard, their hands gripping her ass as she moaned at their hardened member. Soon helping them remove their own clothes, the two soon lay down in the wildflowers.

"You are absolutely breathtaking." They whispered as they hovered above her, taking in her natural beauty as their hand softly grazed her skin, goosebumps rising at the touch. Wanda caressed their face before they leaned down and captured her lips once more, a kiss so tender and passionate, their feelings were being poured into each movement. Each touch ignited something within, even as they reached between her thighs, causing a gasp to leave her lips at the sensations.

Y/N's fingers thrust deep inside her as she held onto their shoulders, keeping their body close and touching hers.

Once she had come, she was quick to kiss them sloppily, their hips pressed together as they kissed. The friction between the two, sweat building up as they thrust their hardened member deep inside, their head in the crook of her neck as they continued their movements. Her legs wrapped around them as her hands scratched down their back, soon feeling them cum within her aching core as she soon followed. Once they had both calmed down, Y/N brushed her hair from her face, taking in her flushed state.

"That was how it was always supposed to be." She whispered as they nodded.

"An act so intimate should only feel as amazing as the first time with someone you love deeply." They spoke as she smiled, whimpering once they pulled out. "We should clean up." They whispered as she nodded, watching as they grabbed their clothes, helping Wanda into hers before getting dressed themselves. That was the start of their intimate moments, finding themselves alone as much as they could, to relish in sins of the flesh.

"Run away with me." They whispered as they lay naked in the meadow, Wanda's head on their chest as their fingers danced over her skin.

"What?" She questioned.

"Let's run away together." They told her. "You and I, get away from this place, away from Steve."

"We can't do that." She scrambled to her feet. "I am married to your brother!"

"We are in love, Wanda." They told her confidently, watching as she put her own clothes on. "You don't love Steve."

"He is my husband. Your brother." She told them firmly.

"I know but." They tried as she shook her head no.

"We can't." She whispered as tears fell down her cheeks, her lips pursed to hold in the sobs that were begging to escape. "We can't." With that she walked away, heading back towards the Rogers estate, back to her husband.

As the days past, Y/N tried to have even a small conversation with Wanda, but she always left the room. So they decided to write a note for her, leaving it in her favorite book on her bedside before they packed enough clothes for the two of them.

But what they never expected was Steve to find the note, searching for his own poetry book, he came across the note.

Meet me in the meadow my love. Tonight at sundown, we can be free. And wild like the wildflowers.

I love you with all of my heart and soul Wanda.

Y/N Rogers.

Anger coursing through his veins as he reread the note, over and over again. It wasn't that he was upset by the possible infidelity, although it answered many questions. He felt more betrayed, especially by someone who he used to hold so dear growing up.

"Mother is requesting us for dinner." Wanda informed him as he looked up at her, glaring at the woman he called his wife. "What is that?" He never spoke a word but pushed it into her chest before walking away, grabbing his hunting rifle from beside the door before leaving the house.

Y/N sat in the grass as they looked over the lake, a smile on their face as they felt the evening air surrounding them and filling their lungs.

"I can't believe you." Steve uttered as he stood behind them. "You and my wife!"

"I can explain." They scrambled to their feet, hands in the air as the rifle was aimed at their chest. "I love her." They spoke sincerely. "I can't apologise for it nor can I change it."

"She's mine!" He yelled as he looked at them, tears stinging his eyes as he took a deep breath. "We were so close. What happened to us." He whispered as Y/N shook their head, unsure of how to answer. "We used to play here when we were little. Swim in the lake. We were best friends. It was you and me!"

"Steve." Y/N tried as they stepped closer. "You and I grew up, went our separate ways. You hated me before you found the note about Wanda and I." Steve shook his head as Y/N spoke. "We are two different people, we have both joined different paths. You followed father into his business. The family business which I am not a part of because I chose to go down a different path. That's what happened to you and I, we just aren't those same careless children anymore."

"I loved you." Steve snarled. "I was so fucking proud to call you my sibling, but this." He shook his head as Wanda raced against time to get to the meadow. "I fucking hate you. I have never hated anyone as much as I do you."

"I know." They nodded with a sad smile. "And I know you want to kill me, otherwise you would have just punched me and been done with this."

"I do." He admitted. "I want to kill you. Kill her too, but I can't kill her, especially since she is carrying your child."

"What?" Y/N whispered as he nodded with tears streaming down his face.

"Yes, it seems that I am the infertile one out of the two of us. I am the reason we weren't getting pregnant." He told them. "And I figured that out because we haven't been intimate in months. She keeps giving me excuses and now I know why."

"I." Y/N tried as they started to realise the effects of the whole situation. "You never loved her." They pointed out which just made Steve angrier.

"I don't care! She was my wife!! Mine!! And you betrayed me!!! Your own brother!!!" He yelled as Wanda soon caught sight of the two of them, trying to run faster as she noticed the rifle in Steve's hand. Before she even got close, she heard the gunshot, soon watching as Y/N fell to the ground, clutching their chest.

"NO!!!" She yelled as Steve turned around, reloading the rifle before aiming it at himself.

"I'm sorry Wanda." He whispered as he pulled the trigger, laying lifeless just inches away from a dying Y/N.

"My love." Wanda got onto her knees, trying to help them stop the bleeding. "Please stay with me."

"Meet me in the meadow." They whispered as she nodded, tears streaming down her face.

"I'll meet you in the meadow, at sundown." She whispered as they smiled up at her.

"Please look after our child." They croaked as they started to choke on their own blood. "Please make sure they live the life we wanted for them, a life of their own choosing."

"I will." She nodded as Y/N smiled up at her.

"I love you." They whispered as she kissed their lips one last time.

"I love you more." She sobbed as they took their last breath.

"No." She heard Mr and Mrs Rogers from behind her. Mr Rogers instantly went to his son as Mrs Rogers gripped Y/N's shirt, crying for her children.

As the family mourned, Wanda moved back home to be with her mother. Although everything seemed bleak, she had her baby to think of, her's and Y/N's child. She was free to raise it as the two had intended, letting them choose their own destiny, find the love that Wanda found in Y/N freely.

She would visit the meadow frequently, speaking with Y/N as she felt at peace within the wildflowers. Always telling their child stories of the fleeting moments she shared with Y/N.

"Goodnight mama." Their child spoke as she tucked them in, placing a gentle kiss upon their forehead.

"Goodnight sweetheart." She whispered as she closed the door. Everyday their child grew, every day she saw Y/N more and more with their child. From their caring eyes to their mischievous smile.

Heading straight to the porch, looking up at the starry night sky, her thoughts filled with the thoughts of the love she shared with Y/N. Although it was brief, it was unbreakable, flowing through the wildflowers freely.

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His Silly Princess | Bucky (Oneshot)

Character: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader

Words Count: 1,671

Summary: A modern royal love story. A naive princess who wants to get away from an arranged marriage. She never knew that her guard had loved her since the beginning.

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Zylovia is a country where monarchy still exists. It’s a developed country located near Western Europe.

It’s a prosperous country, and the number of unemployed is also the lowest. Tourists love coming here for the casino, race car, and music festival.

But this country has one outdated rule. It didn’t apply to the citizens. Only for the royal family.

“If the female royal member marries a commoner, she will lose her status."

You learned that rule when you were 12 years old as the youngest siblings and Princess Zylovia. You didn't put a deep thought into it.

But now, when you are almost 30 years old, and your older siblings are already married, you think this is good for you.

Because you realize you’re not fit to do the duty as a princess.

Your oldest brother has prepared since he was a kid to be the king. When he reaches the age of 40, he will be crowned as the king. Your second brother will be the second commander in the military.

While you have a job as a painting conservator at the museum, your duty as a princess is to welcome the official foreign guest at the castle. You learned some languages, but you’re not allowed to give any opinion on politics.

You don’t hate being a royal, but sometimes you feel like living in a golden cage.

And finally, you had enough because, on your recent birthday, your parents talked to you about marriage.

The king and queen don’t want to be separated from their youngest daughter, but they hint that they wish for her future husband from the royal circle. In other words: arranged marriage.

You clenched your jaw while smiling at your parents. If the man from the royal circle is a real gentleman, you wouldn’t mind.

But the problem is, please pardon the harsh language; none of the men from the royal family are your type.

Your type of man must have a stable job, look good in suits, and have a nice body.

That’s why, for a couple of days, you’ve made a list of potential future husbands. After you write it, you realize most of the men are from the knights. Perhaps because you always went to meet your second brother at the military training ground, so you know some people.

Steve Rogers

[Friendly, not married, nerd, loves to paint like me]

Ari Levinson

[Funny, beautiful hair, handsome]

‘Knock, knock!’ Suddenly, someone knocked on your door.

“Come in.”

You didn’t have to turn around to see who it was. You have known him for years, and your ears are familiar with the sound of his footsteps.

The person who walked into your room has been your exclusive bodyguard for years - James Barnes, but you always call him Bucky his nickname.

Bucky is a commoner and an elite soldier. If there’s a shooting competition, he will be in the top three. Your second brother always hates him.

He has received many medals of honors, but he rejects a knight title from your father. You don’t understand why he declined the offer. If he received it, he could enter politics, and he doesn’t have to follow her around anymore.

He’s tall, handsome, with perfect blue eyes and has fine muscles on his body. Bucky also has a primarily female fanbase when he wears the military uniform and rides a horse at the independence ceremony.

He became a celebrity overnight.

But you have never seen or heard any rumor about him with a woman.

“Your highness, in two hours you are going to attend the tennis tournament.”

You dropped the pen and dropped your head to the table. “Urgh. Do I have to?”

Bucky chuckled when he saw you unwilling to go. One thing you hate about your duty is to be the guest at the tennis game. You prefer to watch the race car, but it's reserved for your brother's.

Even though you didn’t want to go, you still dragged your feet to the dressing room to grab your coat.

When you were searching for the right outfit, you suddenly remembered. “Oh no!” You didn’t hide the potential list that you just wrote. You wish you could dig your own grave and disappear.

And you were right; Bucky saw your writing. He furrowed his eyebrows while he read your paper. “What’s this? Potential man for marriage?”

You stand beside him; you don’t know why you feel scared. This is the first time you have seen him like this.

His slender, pointed fingers scratched the two names with his nails. There’s a big X on your paper.

“Don’t marry any of those men.”

“Why?”

A small smile appeared on his lips, along with a soft voice, “Steve hasn’t moved on from his last girlfriend, and Ari, he loves to drink alcohol. I know you hate the smell of alcohol.”

You felt disappointed; you crumpled the paper and threw it into the trash.

“Marriage? Why all of a sudden?” There's an annoyed tone in his voice.

You rubbed your head and muttered, “I need to get married sooner, or my parents will arrange marriage for me, their friend's kid. And you know the truth, I had enough of being a princess.”

Bucky crossed his arms. “But, why them?”

“What?”

He clenched his fist; Bucky stared at her with an annoyed expression. “Why didn't you put me on the list?”

“....”

You waved your hand. “It doesn’t matter, as long as I got married.”

“So, would you like to marry me?”

Are you having hallucinations? Did Bucky just propose to you?

Bucky got on his knees. “Let’s get married.”

You still haven’t come to your senses. Bucky started talking again. “Think about it. Both of us have known each other for a long time. We’ve known each other's likes and dislikes. We’ve been through many things together.”

He’s right. He’s the safest choice if you want to marry someone. You shrugged your shoulders and accepted his hand. “Alright.”

Bucky's beautiful smile appeared on his face. Before he shook your hand, he felt you slightly pull his hand. When you saw him smile, your heart raced. “But, if in the end, we don’t like each other, please wait after three years, then we could get a divorce.”

Bucky chuckled; his attractiveness is not just in his physical appearance but also in his ability to manage his emotions gracefully and restraintfully. He leaned closer to you, and his hands gently grabbed your chin.

As his calloused hand touched your skin, a subtle warmth spread on your cheeks. You could feel you're blushing. “Silly girl, it will never happen.”

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[Bucky P.O.V]

Then he rests your arms on his. “Then you have the excuse to skip the tournament.”

“Hmm?”

“We should inform this first to His Majesty and Her Majesty.”

“Oh, right.” You nodded, then looked straight into his blue eyes again. “This soon?”

********

When both of you walk through the hallway to meet the King and Queen, Bucky tries his best to calm down. He almost lost his common sense when he saw you write another man's name, and there’s a word of ‘potential husband.’

He looks at you and thinks ‘his silly princesses didn’t realize his feelings for her.’

Didn’t she know he declined the offer to be a knight so he could be her guard?

If he became a knight, he would work with her second brother. That’s the last thing he wants to do.

“So, Bucky, don’t worry about money. When I resign as a princess, the kingdom will give us money.”

Bucky chuckled, seeing his sweet princess worried about their future, “That’s so sweet of you. But you don’t need to worry about that.” He gently patted her arms. He wants to tell you that he owns the famous casino in this kingdom and 5-star hotel chains in a few countries.

When both of you are married, Bucky will ensure you don’t have to work anymore. He is pretty sure that her parents will give their blessings even though he’s a commoner (and he’s super rich). The royal family has outdated rules, but because of it, he could marry you.

Both of you arrived at the king's office room. The guards bowed their heads to greet you. Then you said, “Princesses Y/N and her guard. Wait… and her future husband, James Barnes wants to meet the king.”

The guards and the butler who opened the door lost their composure. They should have known from your body language walking here together hand in hand when usually Bucky always stands behind you.

This news is shocking compared to the crown prince, who got caught partying too hard and the second prince, who had a messy love life before he got married.

It seems like your father, the King, hears your voice. Before the castle butler tells him, you hear the gentle voice, “Come in.”

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[2 years later]

It's the biggest headline in the country after you gave birth. You feel overwhelmed; you can't believe that you're parents now.

The King and Queen hold your oldest son, while Bucky has the youngest son in his arms.

Bucky's eyes are full of love, looking both at his sons. He was almost scared to death since you gave birth one month early. But the doctor assured both of you this is normal since you're pregnant with twins.

Even though you're not a princess, you're still surrounded by your family.

And Bucky still treats you like a princess. You almost lost your mind when he told you his business, which turned into your parents, and your brothers already know it, too.

You want to knock your head; you didn't even know Bucky's business helped increase the country's GDP.

Everyone said Bucky was the lucky guy to marry the former princess, but they were wrong. It's you who is lucky to marry him.

-End-

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