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ktficworld · 1 year

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Fighting with you in my dreams part-1

Paring: Steve Rogers x f!reader

Summary: a simple accident leads to a thousand truths

Warnings: angst with a sprinkle of fluff(angst will hit in the second part)

A/n: it was getting too long so I've decided to divide it into two parts.

Part 2

Song recommendations: one or two

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Steve swung his hand hitting the man with his shield in the head. He felt someone approaching from behind and turned around. Before the hydra agent could fire the bullet he shielded himself and kicked him in the stomach, effectively knocking him him out.

He heard a gutteral scream and saw someone coming at him with an axe and something... Golden. He didn't wast his time and covered himself with his shield, prepared for the impact.

But it never came. He peeked over his shield and jumped to his full height, eyes widened and frantically looking around.

He wasn't in a dirty warehouse fighting hydra agents. He was on the street of New York City! How could this happen? How did he get here?

He clearly remembers fighting and he couldn't have fallen asleep in the middle of the street.His mind was short-circuiting, when a loud honk reminded him that he in fact was standing in the middle of the street.

He looked at the fast approaching car and rushed to the sidewalk. Heaving loudly he was still trying to make sense of the situation, he almost jumped when he looked forward and saw a woman staring at him. With surprise and something he couldn't place.

When they made eye contact her face turned unreadable and with small steps she approached him.

"Captain Rogers" She said quietly.

"Miss, I-" He didn't know what to say nor did he knew this woman. "Do you need any help? " He cautiously said.

He didn't know what pleasant words he uttered because a sparkle and smile appeared on her face. And he had to admit her smile was beautiful.

"I thought you needed help." She said tilting her head with a lopsided smile.

"Me, no."

"Then why are you here? "

He didn't know either but she won't believe him so. "I was going to the Avenger's tower."

Her smile widened and she said. "I'm going there as well, come I'll take you."

His eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Why are you going here?"

"You don't know." She pouted.

He shook his head and then she said. "I work there." He was about to say that he had never seen there when she quipped. "Have you ever gone to the IT department? "

He looked at her and sheepishly shook his head. He haven't.

"I work there that's why you never saw me." She explained calmly and told him her name. He was still a little reluctant to go with her and it probably showed on his face because in the next moment she said.

"If you are suspicious then I'll let you drive my car, " She said, took out her key and tossed it at Steve. "That way you'll have the control and I won't be able to kidnap you. "

Steve's eyebrows jumped at that statement but she only winked. "Follow me." She gestured for him to follow and seeing no harm, he followed her.

After reaching the car they sat down on their respected seats. He saw her dial a number and asked.

"Who are you calling?"

"Don't worry captain, it's fury. I'm telling him of your arrival that's it." She said while tightly clutching her phone. And for proof she showed him the number, seeing it was indeed of Nick he nodded in approval and started the engine.

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The roar of the engine died down as he stopped the car. He got out of the vehicle, she following suit.

She turned to him when he came beside her. "Come I'll show you the way. " She said and started walking to the building.

He frowned at her back. Lady this is my second home he thought.

But the confidence dessipated as soon as it came because when they entered the tower he was shocked to see it different, completely different.

She took him to a conferencing room. And he saw a face which made him freeze in his tracks. A face he thought he would never see, a face that plagued his nightmares, a face he thought was dead.

"Bucky" He spoke in disbelief.

"What's going on! " He demanded as his brain started short circuiting again.

"Calm down Rogers." Fury said in his nonchalant voice.

"Yes, you need to be calm to understand this, " Bucky added and Steve just looked at him like he was a ghost. "Sit down." Bucky manoeuvred Steve to sit and giave him some water to drink.

After relaxing a little bit he looked at Bucky, a silent plea for explanation. Bucky nodded at Bruce to start and he cleared his throat before explaining.

"Yes, so we have discovered time travel and multiverse, because of some glitch the portal of our reality opened in yours and sucked you in." Bruce drawled out for more clarity.

He did saw flickers of gold and it would explain why he suddenly teleported from kicking asses to almost getting hit by a car. But it was still hard to wrap his head around this concept.

"So you are telling me that I'm in another reality? "

"Yes"

"And it is because of time travel."

"Essentially"Bruce replied.

"Then, what about your Steve? "

"He's in your universe." Y/n chimed in for the first time since this conversation started.

She looked up from her computer screen and continued. "He was on a mission with doctor Strange, " She pointed to the strange guy and he nodded after side eyeing her. "Due to some mistake, the portal between the two realities opened and got connected, that's why you are here. We need to figure out how to get you both back to your respective realities, but we'll do it. " She ended it with a smile.

"I know it's hard to believe but you'll process it soon." Doctor Strange, that was his name right? Said.

"Sam could you give Roger a room." Fury command and he looked at the guy, Sam who offered him a kind smile and said. "Come, Steve." And he went with him.

What he didn't saw was Fury's death glare and her resilient stare.

"I regret nothing." She said calmly with light anger etched in her voice.

"Sunshine" Bucky ran afer her as she stormed out.

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And process he did. It took him a few days but he did come to terms with the he in fact was in another reality. It was not a nightmare nor a trap by hydra.

He got to know that these Avengers had to search his universe and send him back as discreetly as possible so to not make any big changes in his world. Though not creating any changes was impossible. He asked for Tony but he was told that he was busy "fixing this mess", their words not his.

But gradually got used to being there. He did some sketching since he, now had a lot of free time in his hand. He rode around the city and also found a nice tulip garden to go and draw.

Most importantly, he got to see, talk and be with Bucky. It felt like a dream. He had asked if Bucky would be alive in his reality, but they would not give him any concrete answer. He really wished, no prayed that Bucky would be alive in his reality.

He would never let him go, ever.

There was also Sam. A goofy and carefree man. He really liked him. But he loved Sam and Bucky's banter even more. They would bicker the whole time, but he knew that they cared for each other even more.

But someone had taken a special place in his heart. You.

You were a ray of sunshine, always ready to help and sweet to everybody. Even though you never approached him, busy with helping Tony. You'd always help him whenever he was having a problem, with a smile on your face. You were reserved but never shyed away from making a gloomy man laugh. He had experienced it first hand. You were like him, but with a good sense of humor.

Yes, you would always disagree whenever he said this to you. These things were making him doubt his return back.

Even now, when he was sitting on a chair in a barely lit room, right across from Bucky. Who was sitting on the bed, panting. From a nightmare.

You were there sitting beside him try to calm him down. He was late to Bucky's room but you were there to comfort him.

You were always there.

"It's okay, your okay." You gently whispered, while rubbing his back. Bucky looked at you with a soft expression and nodded.

"Better now. " He said while still a little out of breath.

"What was it about? " Steve asked softly, as to not disturb the quiet peace of the room.

Instead of Bucky, you were the one who replied." You could guess." Ugh, the ambiguity.

"Yes yes." He said and looked at Bucky. His hair was long, few strands sticking to his neck and he had a beard. He was not the heartthrob Bucky he knew, but a person with ghosts of past. What past? He didn't know.

He gulped at the thought and tried to change the subject." I didn't know you were into long hair."

Bucky opened his mouth but you interrupted. "Yeah, he looks like a caveman. Doesn't he? " You teased Bucky.

Steve chuckled in agreementand Bucky gave a bitch face.

"Okay it's long." He said and threw his arms in the air.

"You should get a hair cut." Steve said.

"Yeah, okay. " Bucky said halfheartedly.

"We should do it tomorrow." He requested.

Bucky looked at him and then at you. Silently communicating. You gave with a cute smile and squeezed his hand.

"Sounds good. " Bucky replied with a nod of his head.

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After Bucky's haircut he didn't see you around for three days. He was starting to get worried but Sam said that because they had found the location of his reality. They were working day and night to try to set up a connection, while trying to creating as little disturbance in his world as possible.

So he was extremely surprised to see you in the kitchen, in the middle of the night, nursing a cup of coffee and humming a tune while looking out of the giant window.

"Hello" He said as quietly as possible.

"God dammit! You scared me." You hissed lowly while clutching your chest.

"Sorry" He said and gave a self-deprecating.

You still glared at him but relaxed a little now.

"Haven't seen you in awhile? " He asked, trudging lightly. He didn't know if you were mad.

You exhaled a long breath but replied. "Been helping Tony. Just... Few more days and you'll be able to go back. "

He didn't wanted to think about his departure so he changed the topic. "You and Tony are really close, huh?"

At that, a smile spread across your lips and your gaze grew distant.

"When there was no one, there was Tony." You said, reminiscent.

He didn't feel like it was his place to ask for reasons, so he left it at that. And proposed what he wanted to for three days.

"Since I'll be gone in a few days," He swallowed at that. "Could you come with me somewhere? "

Your smile stiffened at that and you turned to him with a questioning gaze.

"It's a surprise, please tomorrow." He really wanted you to say yes.

You averted your eyes and after awhile. "Uhm... Okay, but I have some work to do. So, it'll be late and I'll come by myself."

"Okay, I'll send you the location." He had no objections.

"Alright, good night then. " You said as you looked at your empty cup.

"Good night"

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Steve bounced around, nervously waiting for you. He sent you the location first thing in the morning and you had said that you'll call him when you got off the work. You just called him, saying you were on your way and he had been a nervous wreck ever since.

He was pulled out of his hysterical misery by the loud roar of a engine .

He turned to his left to see you arriving on a motorcycle. After you reached him, you took off your helmet, revealing your beautiful face.

"It's Bucky's bike, right? " Steve spluttered trying to calm his racing nerves.

You blinked at him and then chuckled slightly. "Yeah, it is," You confirmed and then asked. "Why did you call me," You eye the area suspiciously. "To this abandoned location."

"It's not the actual location. It's a surprise, remember?" He said and gestured for you to climb off the bike.

You did that, hooking the helmet on the handle and jumping of the motorbike. He then gently took your hand in his and lead you to the actual site.

When you both reached there, he let go of your hand to capture your reaction. It was just as he wished, mesmerized as you gazed at the red, yellow and pink tulips spanning as far as the eyes could see.

"How is it? " He asked already knowing the answer.

"It's beautiful." You whispered as you went inside the garden, tulips surrounding you. Making you look ethereal.

And he just kept looking at you, drowning in you deeper and deeper. As you wandered around the garden, inhaling the fragrance of the flowers, surrendering to the scenery.

Suddenly it dawned on him why his heart always fluttered seeing you, why he felt a dull ache whenever he thought about going back, why he wanted to throw away everything and be selfish for once in his life.

Steve slowly moved closer to you. "I need to tell you something." He quietly spoke, making you turn to face him.

You urged him to speak with a hum. He took both of your hands in his and you looked at him with curiosity sparkling in your eyes.

"I... I don't want to leave."

He saw as your expression faltered and you asked in a small yet , doubtful voice. "What do you mean? "

"I don't want to leave Bucky, I don't want to leave you... I like you." He said while looking at you anxiously, trying to cage your reaction. But it only went downhill from there.

"No you don't," You muttered and backed away from him, your face turning pained. "You don't like me, you don't want stay with Bucky."

"I do-"

"NO YOU DON'T STEVEN GRANT ROGERS," He flinched at your outburst. Your whole body shook as you tried to control your emotion, but failed as tears started pouring down your face. "You are a liar. You said these words before, you said you liked me, you said you love me! You said you wanted me but, you left. You left without without a word! Like I meant nothing."

Your voice turned into a whisper at the end. And Steve he was just frozen, what did he do? When did he leave? Why did he leave you? All these questions were making his head hurt, but what hurt him more was your tears. The face that always had a smile, no matter what. Was now sobbing in anguish. And it was because of him.

He tired to come closer to you but you stretched out a hand, prompting him to stop. "Don't come near me. Just go back and forget that I existed... Iike you did before. " With that you turned around ran outside of the garden as fast as you can.

He followed you and saw Bucky at the end of the yard. He watched as you ran into his arms, weeping uncontrollably.

"I can't do this anymore Bucky. I can't pretend anymore, I can't pretend that I don't love and hate him at the same time. I'm sorry, I can't. " You sobbed as Bucky tried to console you.

His eyes met Steve's and he must have seen the questions swimming in his indigo orbs as he spoke. "I'll answer your every single question."

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What happened?

Why did Steve leave?

Was he stuck in this timeline because of a mere glitch?

Or is there something more?

Part-2 coming soon

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turtles-alphabet · 4 months

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Concept art for Hydra SamBucky spy gear! Next is their field op gear!

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probablyintensemuses · 2 years

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The Happenings In the Art of Starting Over

Summary:

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James Buchanan Barnes is a broken man who is whisked away to the remote and serene land of Wakanda. His colleagues begin to believe if there is anyone who could try and help him it will be Irene. And try she will. But healing Bucky won't come easy, he is stubborn and scared and wants nothing to do with Irene and her powers. Helping Bucky will be a journey of trials and tribulations, Irene knows that. And yet, she still saunters over to him with a smile.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Black!Mutant! OC

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CHAPTER SIX

Irene's first time inside winter wasn't as harrowing as she assumed. Her body floated against the still-warm water, she was in REM. Her eyes moved back and forth in a perfect symphony as she surfed through the waves of Bucky's mind, desperate to find him.

"Okay, Irene.' She heard Aamani's voice, though it wasn't clear. "Go find Sergeant Barnes's subconscious self, and try to administer January." She instructed.

"Right." Irene looked around at her surroundings. His mind had shifted, it was different this time.

A row of tumbled burgundy brick apartments lined up perfectly against a narrow cement street had replaced the dark aquatic adventure she assumed she'd return to. The honking of taxi's told her she was in Brooklyn, along with Bucky's files that she had stolen and studied the previous night.

The clicking of pink wedge heels and the wind that caught underneath girls button downed dresses. The language of 'doll' and 'dame'. She had to be submerged into the heart of 1940's New York.

"I think I'm in,' Irene began but was shortly interrupted.

"New York." Aadon injected. "There aren't many buildings with doors."

"I see one at the end of this block, should I try it?" Irene asked, watching the buildings flashing lights dance.

"Go for it." Aadon encouraged Irene.

"What the hell!" Aamani screamed.

"What!" Irene stopped, clutching at her pounding heart.

"Your outfit! Look at your fucking outfit, Irene!" Aamani continued to scream.

Irene looked down at her feet that were once barren, now they dawned white wedged heels, rounded at the tip. Her lashes battered intensely as she twirled towards an abandoned glass display window, wind catching under something she couldn't quite place.

"Oh.' Irene ran her hands along her ruby red polyester sleeves. "Oh!" She gasped.

Irene now sported a ruby red knee length dress. It's sweet heart neckline and belt formed her assets beautifully. Her hair was no longer in its natural state, but instead pined back in buoyant voluminous curls. It all felt so real, like reality had shifted around her.

"I think you're changing to fit with the setting of his mind." Aamani spoke. "So you'll blend in."

"Then why didn't I have a swimsuit last time?" Irene whispered while nodding at the entertainment girls as she walked inside the building.

"That I do not know. But since this is the only building with a door, he must be in there." Aamani said, watching the monitors intently.

Irene smiled at the man with a mustache in front of her, he shoved a black and white flyer into her hand. The with the words "Harry's House' in bold black letters.

"He would be in Harry's House?" Irene asked, watching the flyer disappear in her grasp. "It wasn't real anyways." She sighed to herself.

"Apparently it's a place him and Captain Rogers use to frequent.' Aadon said, sipping on a can of pop.

"Is he still sleeping?" Irene asked.

Aadon turned around, his desk chair creaking, a devilish grin spreading on his face. "Like a baby."

"Okay, well good,' Irene clutched her fictitious purse. "Because I have eyes."

"Holy shit." Aamani leaned into the monitor, stealing a sip of Aadon's pop. "He looks, kind of hot."

"Happiness looks good on the best of us, Aamani." Irene sighed, lifting the hem of her skirt up as she pushed through the crowd. "How do I approach him?"

"How did you approach him last time?" Aadon asked, snatching his drink back from his older sister.

"Slowly."

"Bingo."

Irene swallowed hard, ambling towards him. His white smile was on display as he laughed aloud with a few stunning woman hugged into either side of him. He had a bottle of beer tilted onto his lips, sipping slow. And before she knew it, she was in front of him. Staring in complete suspended animation.

Bucky's eyes titled from the tip of his beer, to Irene. She could have sworn she heard a sigh escape from his lips. He slammed the bottle down, the bottom of it lead a crackling trail up to the the neck of the beer. Irene's eyes went wide, as she watched him wipe his lips off with the sleeve of his tan uniform, tipping his hat onto his head.

"And this,' his voice seemed lighter than last time. "Is my best friends Steve's eavesdropping friend, Irene. Who just can't let it go." He laughed, a hint of anger underneath his tone.

"Sergeant Barnes's, maybe we should go somewhere private." Irene whispered, suddenly becoming self conscious with all eyes on her.

"Or maybe.' Bucky pushed himself off from the bar top. The girls who once surrounded him disappearing into thin air. "You should just leave."

"Why?' Irene backed up as he slowly sauntered towards her. "I'm here to help you." She held her hand out.

"Because I said so." Bucky's voice was deep and intimidating.

"Look." Irene pulled out the canister of purple gas, known as January. "This will help you."

"Irene don't show him that!" Aadon shouted into his microphone.

Bucky laughed, clutching his side. "Do you really think it'll be that easy! Do you know what they've done to me!" He shouted, tossing a chair to the side. Irene gasped watching it break as it collided with the wall. "You need to leave."

"Irene, put it away, we will try again another time." Aamani whispered.

"No!" Irene shouted, not sure who she was speaking to in this moment.

"Fine.' Bucky said, his flesh arm morphing into metal, the red star on his shoulder was bolder than anything she'd ever seen. "I'll just make you."

"Bucky, please stop!" She yelled, turning on her heels and running from him.

On the outside, Irene's body began to convulse. She was no longer in control as she had once thought, the water slouching around her and spilling onto the floor. Aadon and Aamani hopped out of their chairs, rushing to her side.

"Bucky!" Irene rasped, it seemed his favorite way to hurt her was with his hand around her neck.

"Never come back here, it's too dangerous." His eyes misted over with a combination of anger and pain.

Then after he spoke, Bucky slammed Irene's body through the floorboards of Harry's House. Sending her tumbling into a black abyss. Irene screamed as she fell down further and further.

Her body finally stopped, landing in something squishy and sticky. Her dress had disappeared and she was back to wearing her white body suit.

"What the hell! No, not again!" She screamed, lifting her arm that was covered in slime. "Aamani, Aadon!" She gagged at the revolting smell which burned her nostrils.

"They're not here.' A malevolent voice teased Irene as it laughed.

"Who are you?" Irene wept, struggling against the binds she was in. They were stuck onto her skin like suction cups, to her dismay they were tentacles.

"Who I am isn't a matter of your concern, Irene Watson." the voice jabbered on, it's tentacles grabbing Irene by her waist and lifting her up.

"The matter is, why do you feel you can save the winter solider? My creation!" The voice was so close to her she could feel the heat of its breath against the nape of her neck.

Irene squirmed within its grasp. Wheezing for air as it only squeezed her tighter, slithering up to her neck. She clinched her eyes close, rasping out one last remark.

"Because—it's the right thing,' she coughed, scratching at the tentacle wrapped on her neck. "To do!" She hollered, feeling herself being pulled far away from the voice.

In the lab, Irene laid on then floor convulsing like a fish out of water. Her nose bleeding profusely, dripping down her chin. Frantically, Aadon picked up Irene's body placing her onto a lab table trying to steady her body.

"Her vitals are off the chart!" Aamani shouted, running with a syringe in her hand.

"I didn't think it would be like this for her!" Aadon grunted, fighting against Irene's shaking body.

"It's her telepathy, she's very strong.' Aamani explained. "Hold her steady!"

"I'm trying!" Aadon began to sweat, retraining her body as Irene began to cry out.

Aamani climbed on top on the lab table, straddling Irene and hold her legs steady between her thighs. She held the syringe above her head and plunged in into Irene's chest.

Instantly, Irene stopped shaking and her brown eyes shot open as she drew in a series of excruciating breaths. She began to cough up blood and shoved Aamani off her. Irene screamed as she collapsed onto the cold lab floor, snatching the wires off of herself.

Irene limped and pushed passed Aadon and Aamani who shouted after her. Feeling a surge of anger while crying uncontrollably, Irene released a swoosh of purple energy from her fingertips, pushing it against Bucky's chest.

"Wake up!" She shouted, watching him slowly stir awake. But it wasn't fast enough for her, so she did it again. Hitting Bucky with another swoosh of energy, causing him to groan as sweat dripped down his forehead.

"Do you really think it's funny!' Irene cried out, wincing at the pain she felt in her side.

"Do I think what's funny?" He grumbled, barely facing her.

"Trying to kill me!' Irene shouted. "I'm only trying to help you!"

"I told you to stay out of my head, you're psychotic!" He shouted back, trying to move within his restraints.

Irene scoffed, sweat dribbling down her body as her side pulsed in pain. "I'm psy—psychotic!" Irene's breath stirred. "You—you're,' she swallowed hard, stumbling over her words along with her feet.

Irene pressed her fingers into her temples and yelped in pain as she crashed to the floor on her knees. Blood began to pour from the corners of her eyes as she screamed out in uncontrollably pain.

"Irene!" Aamani shouted.

Irene felt her head crash onto the floor, the last thing her bloody eyes saw were those boots. If this was how she was meant to die at least it would be a noble end. Helping a man who couldn't see the worth in being rescued. That ought to count for something in the afterlife.

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slayingqueenchal · 1 year

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Well that's interesting, have you ever thought of dating a singer? | bucky barnes x y/n stark

Note: this is a treat for those who loves music, y/n likes bucky and she's a singer, so she makes music about him, all music is not mine, most of them is from Lana Del rey, Taylor swift, Conan gray, Olivia rodrigo

Warning : none, fluff, confession, reader is 21

GIF : lizzie-olsen

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It's been a few months since a certain bucky barnes had joined the Avengers. All the time, he was so caring, but so oblivious.

When you wake up, almost screaming from dreaming, he comforted you.

"Doll, doll, are you alright? " He got into your room. He softly woke you up. "It's alright, I'm here, and, it's just a dream" Bucky comforts you. He ends up cuddling with you since he felt bad for you and your dreams.

And that one time when you accidentally entered the wrong room, instead of your room you got into bucky's. When he was still a bit sensitive, he was sweet to you, cold to others.

Oh, and that one time where you introduced pinterest to him, and he has a board special for DIY's, mostly paper rings.

"Y/n look, Pinterest is so cool, dope? Does that make sense? Peter said it" Bucky said, showing his boards.

That one time when he caught you staring at him. "I know you have your eyes on me," Bucky giggled, while he continued eating his pancakes.

He was ethereal, made you want to have love like the movies, but at the same time he made you feel like you're crazy, and not enough for him.

You knew you had no rights to cry, let along make a song about him. The only person who knew his Steve, and, your life is in his hands cause if Steve tells Bucky, that'll end you and Bucky's friendship.

That day, you made songs about him, Say yes to heaven, Anti-hero, Blank space, Paper rings,Movies, Ride, Enough for you. You scolded your self for making a whole album about him.

But, your 21, and barely making money, would publishing some music be that bad? And you did it. You published it, without telling your father, Tony. It was your first time doing something without telling you father, or Natasha, or Steve, or, bucky.

"That's great, y/n, your music is now published" The music publisher, alorea smiled and hugged you. You payed so much money for this, half of your life savings.

But, it was bittersweet. The musics became favorites for many people, but you didn't think of the consequences that well.

The news flooded, with 'Tony stark's daughter, Y/n stark published an album not long ago'. Your father was happy, that was a miracle, but..

"Hey doll, uhm, cool album" Said bucky. He sat next to you on the sofa, with nobody around. "Thanks, buck" You smiled. "Who's the guy? " He asks, it sounds like he was.. Defensive?.

"No one, really" You said, looking down awkwardly. "The guy must be so oblivious, you made a whole album about him and he didn't do anything, wait, did he? " He asks.

"No, he didn't do anything, and yes, he is so oblivious" You said. This is the time its now, or probably never "why are you do oblivious, buck? ".

"Wait what? Was the album about me? " He said that in a small voice. "I'm sorry, buck" You looked down too scared to look at him.

You two didn't say anything until he said. "You like me? How come you like someone like me? "

"Cause you are you, you're bucky barnes, and you made me fall so hard for you, and I'm sorry about not asking for permission or what, but if you don't want to be friends with me, honestly that's fine, because it was so wrong for me to-" He cuts you off with, "no, y/n, I do like you" You looked bucky in the eye.

"Really? " You said. "Yes, y/n, and, do you want to make us like, official or something, I know it's stupid" Bucky doubted him self. "No, no it's not stupid, buck, and yes" You smile.

That was the day when he dated a singer, and that is you.

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nocturne-pisces · 2 years

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After the events of Civil War, Steve and Buck get their pardons and defect from the Avengers, deciding to just live their lives and leave the saving of the world to someone else. They take classes at the local community college and fall into a love of different art forms.

Bucky falls in love with the visual arts. The recreation of the human form on canvas through different mediums triggering something deep in his cerebellum, unlocking a passionate side of him that he didn't know existed.

Steve, who was never much of an artist, falls in love with written word, falls in love with sentence structure and word choice and cadence and rhythm, falls in love so hard that it leaks out of his fingers and he starts to write his own prose.

ArtBuff!Bucky Barnes

How you met...

The first cup of coffee...

SecretPoet!Steve Rogers

The first time he saw you...

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mischief-managed-snitches · 1 year

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Soulmate pt. FOUR

Welcome to the next part!

Finally I was able to update! Enjoy!

Warning: Swearing, Trauma, Injuries

A strained groan filtered into the hallway from the training room. Bucky's feet faltered as Sam's voice followed it.

"Push, Lee, push!"

Bucky turned the corner hesitantly, he'd been hoping to get the room to himself, hoping that everyone was still in bed. Instead, he found Paisley, seated at his favorite piece of equipment and Sam standing over her. He spoke words of encouragement, occasionally touching her shoulder as he hyped her up.

"Go! Go! Five more!" He talked loudly, over the constant clink of the weights. Feet flat on the platform, Paisley pushed with her legs, lifting the series of weights and then in a slow, controlled movement, she brought her knees to her chest and lowered the weights again. God, even covered in sweat with her curls escaping her bun, she was beautiful. Bucky's eyes honed in on the number of weights and the tiny number on the weights. Totaling them quickly in his head, he let out a surprised huff. Damn, she must have the strongest thighs.

"You coming in, or are you gonna linger in the doorway like a creep?" Sam's voice rose to address him, but he didn't turn away from where Paisley continued to pump her legs.

Bucky's cheeks turned pink and he was suddenly glad no one turned to look at him. Narrowing his eyes, he walked right past them, mumbling a rough 'good morning.' One teasing question and he was already done with Sam for the day. That had to be a new record.

With his eyes downcast, he stepped on to a treadmill. Starting at a jog, he quickly ramped it up to a sprint, trying to chase away his embarrassment along with the nightmares that had woke him so early. He watched from the corner of his eye as Paisley let the weights drop, sitting upright. Sam handed her a bottle of water and for once, as a droplet of condensation dripped down her neck, trailing toward her cleavage, Bucky wished he didn't have super-soldier-eye-sight. Looking down at his feet, he tried hard to push images of her from his mind.

Pulling his mind out of the lusty gutter it had fallen into, Bucky lifted his head to see them moving on to a mat almost directly in front of him. Stretching a bit first, the pair took up a sparring position. He watched in awe, amazed at how fast Paisley was. Something about her movement was off, the way her feet moved. Her steps were almost clumsy... She dodged the punches Sam hurtled at her easily, landing a few of her own here and there. However, it didn't take long for her to tire out. She didn't have the stamina to fight a trained military man. Most people didn't. So when Sam lunged at her again it was no surprise that he landed his next blow. What did surprise him though was that he felt the hit at the... Exact. Same. Time.

It happened all at once. Two groans filled the air. Two pairs of hands came up to hold their stomach. Bucky just barely hit the emergency stop on the treadmill, nearly falling on his face in the process. Sam looked on with wide brown eyes as his sister sunk to the floor, pressing a hand to her side. Slowly, with a cool, calculating expression, he turned his eyes on his friend. Bucky's hand pressed to the same spot on his body, his mouth hanging open as he looked back at him.

"Oh, hell no! " Sam yelled, turning his entire body to face Bucky's doubled over form. "No, no, no, NO! MY SISTER?"

Bucky looked just as surprised, between his run and the punch to the side, he felt like he couldn't breathe. Like all the air had been sucked from his lungs. His mouth opened and closed as he straightened up, the shared pain already fading.

On the floor, Paisley sat on her knees, hands still pressed to her side, she too was breathing hard. Wide hazel eyes met his, a foreign emotion flashing in them. Her pink lips parted as if to say something, but no words formed.

"Well, someone say something!" Sam bellowed, unable to take the heavy silence a moment longer.

"I-"

"Not. You." He gritted through pearly white teeth, glaring hard at his friend.

Bucky snapped his mouth shut, pressing his lips together hard. Fucking fine. He'd stand here and say nothing.

"You alright, Lee?" Sam reached for her hand, pulling her up off the mat. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, you have got to remember to tuck your elbows in."

Paisley nodded at him, pushing herself up as Sam pulled her hand. Shit, did she just find her soulmate? Did she travel the entire continent only to have stumbled upon him when visiting her brother? "I-I'm good." She hissed as Sam pinched her arm.

Bucky subconsciously touched his own arm, feeling the twinge through their link.

"I don't believe this." Sam cried, stepping back as she slapped at his hand.

"Yeah, me either." She agreed with him under her breath. Bucky heard it though, how couldn't he? Damn super-soldier-hearing. He felt his heart sink into his stomach. She didn't want him. Of course she didn't want him. He was a monster. A murder. A fucked-up, traumatized, freak.

Unable to look her in the eye, Bucky dropped his gaze to the floor, walking past them as quickly as he could without all out running. He couldn't stand here and risk seeing the disappointment fill her eyes. He wouldn't be able to breathe if he saw that. He felt physically ill, like he was going to puke. In the hallway, when he was sure they couldn't see him, he ran. Back at his room, he slammed the door behind him, locking it as he stumbled toward the bathroom. He made it just in time to hurl what little breakfast he'd eaten back into the toilet. Sweat coated his entire body as his stomach churned again, clenching as it pushed up every once of food he'd eaten in the last twenty-four hours.

"Holy hell! " He groaned, flushing the toilet as he sank back against the sink. Is this what it felt like to be rejected by a soulmate? He felt as if his body was tearing apart at the seams, slowly deteriorating from the inside out. His heart raced as the familiar feelings of a panic attack gripped him. Bucky curled in on himself, breathing ragged, hands shaking, a cold sweat dampening his forehead. He was so wrapped up in his own panic, he barely heard the pounding on his door.

"Bucky!" Someone yelled from the hallway. "Bucky! You open this door right now!" He heard him, but he couldn't move. He was too frozen. Too stuck in his head. Concentrating too hard on trying to breathe. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the door flew open, banging against the wall. Suddenly, Sam was kneeling in front of him, hands gripping his shoulders, shaking him not so gently.

"Bucky! Bucky, calm down! I swear to God, Buck, if you kill my sister over some messed up, self-destructive, stuck in my feelings bullshit, I will fucking kill you! Snap. Out. Of. It!" Sam shouted at him, shaking him harshly, only when he slapped his friend across the cheek did his eyes seem to refocus. "Fucking finally ! Pull it together, man! She's down there in the gym puking on the floor!"

Bucky sat up straighter, shoving Sam's hands away. He sucked in a breath like he had been underwater this whole time. "Get off of me!"

"Then pull your shit together!"

"She doesn't want m-me!" Bucky whimpered, his voice cracking at the end as an unexpected sadness washed over him. "She doesn't..." He sucked in another breath, feeling the burn in his eyes that told him he was about to cry right here in front of Sam.

"Get a hold of yourself!" Sam reached forward again, fisting Bucky's shirt and jerking him forward. "She never said that, now calm the fuck down before you send her into another panic attack."

Bucky stilled, only now realizing she was suffering alongside him. "Shit!"

"Yeah, shit is right, man, what the hell!" Sam released him then, standing up and offering him a hand. "Now get your ass up." Bucky looked up at him with wide eyes, guilt washing over him as he thought about Paisley. "Take my damn hand and get up." Sam hissed. Bucky hesitated before finally reaching up, letting Sam haul him to his feet.

"I... I'm sorry." Bucky apologized, eyes falling to the floor.

"Listen, just clean yourself up and go talk to her. She never said she didn't want you, so don't jump to conclusions."

"Why would she?" Bucky snapped, whipping his head up and fixing him with a hard glare. "Why would someone so sweet want anything to do with me?" He fisted his hands, smacking his own chest. "I'm a monster, Sam! A murder!"

Sam clicked his tongue, a look of sorrow filling his brown eyes. "You're not those things anymore, Buck. That's all over. You're James Buchanan Barnes, the White Wolf, an avenger, a friend." He reached over then, gripping his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "You're past is not who you are anymore. We all know that, she knows that. You gotta forgive yourself, man. It's time to move on. She's your soulmate... As gross as that is to think about it. My sister is the one person in this world designed especially for you, and you for her. Don't make this choice for her because you're panicking. Give her a chance, Buck."

He couldn't reply, there were too many emotions clogging his throat. Instead, he looked away, staring hard at the wall as a single tear escaped the corner of his eye. His jaw clenched as he fought to control himself, his empty hands aching to grab something, hold it tight, ground himself. He nodded, sniffing as Sam stepped back and let him go.

"Get a shower, your ass stinks."

Bucky chuckled them, despite everything, he laughed. Slapping Sam on the back as he walked away, he pushed the broken door shut as far as it would go and stripped out of his clothes. Stepping into the shower he let the hot water wash away the tears, the frustration, the remaining panic. He scrubbed everything away, watching it swirl down the drain as he reigned in his intense feelings. He'd never felt like this before. So hopeful, so full of joy and then to have it all squashed like a bug. It gave him whiplash, made him physically sick, had him literally throwing up.

Bucky stuck his head under the water, closing his eyes as it ran down his face. The hot water relaxed his tight muscles, the steam opening up his airways in a way that settled him. Finally, he turned the handle and shut the water off, grabbing a towel from the rack and wrapping it around him. By the time he had dried off, changed into something comfortable and mustered up the courage to leave his room, it was well past noon and he couldn't find Paisley anywhere.

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It’s about as cool as it gets in Louisiana most days—a brisk fifty-two—and Sam’s bundled up like he’s back in Washington, DC in the middle of January.

All those years away from home, and he still never had managed to get used to the cold.

Bucky’s only in a slightly thicker leather jacket, lined with some kind of fleece, mostly because the boys had warned him to bundle up. Bucky’s sweating now, but Sam knows their earnestness in trying to keep him warm means he’ll keep the jacket on all night, the sheer amount of heat his body puts off like a furnace be damned.

It’s become a nightly routine, these walks, first starting during warm, wet, and hazy summer nights and continuing on even now, when the sun dips past the horizon entirely too early each afternoon. They never stray far from home, walk mostly in laps near the house, but tonight, Sam takes Bucky’s hand and leads them out a little farther.

The Christmas lights are out on all the houses Sam knows are going to put them up, and he’s feeling a little nostalgic.

Nostalgic enough to wander over to the old house nearby that he’d absolutely adored as a child, now worn down and unlivable, marred by years of neglect and abandonment and storm damage. A years-old “for sale” sign sits in the yard, weather-worn and illegible.

Sam stops just in front of the house—a tall, dark silhouette amidst all the bright red, green, and white lights around it—and smiles.

“I was convinced I was gonna live in that house one day,” he says, a little wistful. “Slightly older couple owned it back then, a Mr. and Mrs. Jackson. You’d never seen two people so in love, maybe other than my own folks. They’d invite us over for dinner after church sometimes—said it was a thank you for a sermon well delivered—and Mrs. Jackson always had it decorated so lovingly. They didn’t have any children back then—never had any at all actually—so there was no one to leave it to, and I’d always hoped I’d be able to buy after they moved elsewhere, wherever that might have been.”

Sam sighs, shrugging his shoulders and running a hand over the overgrown fence. “I was already out of Delacroix when Mr. Jackson passed, about a year after his wife, and no one else ever picked it up. Now it looks like this.”

Bucky squeezes his hand and Sam takes that as a cue to turn away from the old house and to his boyfriend, swinging their intertwined palms as he pulls them forward again on their walk.

“A shame,” he says as they walk away, “what it looks like now. Mrs. Jackson’d be heartbroken.”

Five months later, almost to the day, Bucky asks to go for a walk in the middle of the afternoon.

It’s rainy, like it always is in May, and Sam gives him a strange look while he gestures to the outside, the rain coming down in a constant, heavy stream, loud on the roof of the house. “In this weather?”

Bucky shrugs, a little sheepish. “I’ve got an umbrella?”

Sam’s not too keen about getting wet because of Bucky in the not-so-fun way, but Bucky’s got a heightened nervousness about him that Sam hasn’t really seen since the first time he asked him to dinner as something other than just a couple of guys, so he begrudgingly grabs his own umbrella and opens the door, gesturing for Bucky to leave first.

To his surprise, they start out on their normal route, and Sam’s a little confused as to what’s got Bucky so on edge, outside of the rain.

When he takes a slight turn off their normal path, Sam thinks they might be getting somewhere.

They come to a very water-logged stop right in front of the old Jackson house, and Bucky’s anxious nervousness disappears abruptly, replaced by almost deadly stillness.

“Why are we here, Buck?” Sam half-shouts, doing his best to be heard over the roaring of the rain.

In answer, Bucky just pushes open the gate, the latch having broken probably a decade ago, and leads Sam up to the front porch.

There’s holes in the little roof above the porch, and it’s only slightly less rainy under it than it is outside of it, but Sam closes his umbrella anyway when he sees Bucky do the same. He waits for Bucky to explain why they’re there, but Bucky just looks around the house, his fist opening and closing again—his telltale fidget—so Sam asks again.

“Why are we here?”

“I got pre-approved for a loan,” is all Bucky says, looking around the old place and fixing his eyes on one of the holes in the porch roof. “Haven’t put an offer on this place yet, thought I should talk with you first even though you were okay with me buying the house on my own, but I’m good for it if you want it.” He scratches behind his ear, his frame entirely too small for someone normally so large. “You said you always wanted to live here, right?”

Sam doesn’t answer, a little too stunned to speak both by the thought of all the work this house needs and by the way his heart is so full to bursting when he thinks about getting to live in it.

Bucky takes his silence as cue to keep talking, his words a little more frantic than they were before. “I’ve always been good with my hands, you know? I wanted a bit of a fixer upper in the first place, even if this is more than I’d imagined. But I can make it just how you imagined, sweetheart, let you pick out the paint and the crown molding and everything just how you wanted it growing up. Can even make some of the furniture if you can’t find what you want anywhere.

“And it wouldn’t all be me, you know? I’m saving a lot on a down payment and a mortgage since this house is all worn down, so I can hire some contractors for things as we need. Least to make it livable quicker, make it a house. But I want to make it a home myself, sweetheart. Make it our home. What do you think?”

Sam’s quiet for long enough Bucky goes still again, and the eerie lack of movement is enough to shock him out of his reverie. It’s his turn to not answer Bucky’s question. “Dance with me?”

Bucky blinks. “What?”

Sam takes his hands in his, guides them around his waist. He places his own around Bucky’s shoulders. “Mrs. Jackson used to open up the windows on rainy days. Her record player was just beneath it, and her and Mr. Jackson would put on some oldies and dance the whole rainy day away right on this porch. Louis Armstrong was always her favorite.” He starts to sway with the music, Bucky following suit, and raises up on his toes just enough to kiss Bucky solidly on the cheek. “Thought we should continue on with the tradition if it’s gonna be our house now.”

“Our house,” Bucky whispers, like a dream, as rain steadily pours down on top of them whenever they happen to sway underneath a hole in the roof.

“The dining room’s going to be green,” Sam says with certainty, remembering how much he’d loved the color when Mrs. Jackson had it painted one year, citing a want for something new, something fresh.

Bucky doesn’t answer, just tilts his head up to feel the rain on his brow before he kisses Sam’s droplet-laden eyelids. Sam hums a few notes of “A Kiss To Build a Dream On,” and feels Mrs. Jackson’s approval in the warm Louisiana breeze.

Three months later, when the house is fixed enough to at least be lived in, the first thing Bucky does is buy green paint.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Sarah Wilson (Marvel) Additional Tags: Fluff, i mean pure tooth-rotting fluff, this is purely self-indulgent, Holidays, holiday fic, Cold Weather, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Bucky struggles with the cold, so Sam decides to help fix that, Gift Giving, gift giving as a love language, Mentions of Riley, Delacroix - Freeform, bucky in Delacroix, sam and bucky are roommates, Oh My God, they were roommates, mentions of steve in the past tense Summary:

Despite Delacroix having fairly mild winters, all things considered, living with Bucky highlights exactly how poorly he handles the cold. And of course Sam seeks to remedy this as soon as possible, wanting to make the lead-up to the holidays more manageable for him.

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— The Sixth Sense | B. Barnes

au; mob boss.

pairing; bucky barnes x reader.

summary; you act out when bucky’s men check you out in your lingerie and when your mob boss boyfriend finds out, he helps you give them a show.

word count; 1.5k.

warnings; smut [thigh riding, nipple play, p in v, ass slapping, heavy exhibition], language, gun. 18+. MDNI.

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Do NOT copy, repost, translate or rewrite my work.

—“their eyes were on her but her eyes were on him”.

You slip the strap of the black lace bra over your shoulder and turn to face the mirror. Did you want to shop for lingerie on a Friday afternoon? No. But Bucky was busy with work and wouldn’t give you any attention so when you found the opportunity to sneak away from his house, you snatched it.

You grab the bottom of your breasts and push them higher. The lingerie two-piece fit you nicely. The bra was snug across your chest and the panties made sure to show off your plump ass.

“Yeah, I’ll take this one and the two over there,” you tell your personal shopper, Erin. She grabs the hangers and that’s when you hear the door swing open.

“Out,” Bucky tells the girl all while looking at you. As soon as Erin steps out of the door he slams it shut again and walks up to you.

“What are you doing here”?

“Shopping…?” You reply as you adjust both straps upwards.

"There are threats against your life and you walked out of my sight without a bodyguard?" Bucky practically yells at you.

He was right. There had been multiple emails sent to you threatening to kill you but it didn't bother you. You were dating a mob boss and had dozens of mobsters around you at all times. All armed. All ready to retaliate in case anyone stepped out of place. In case anyone touched Bucky's queen. "I thought you were too busy to notice me" you up glare at him in retaliation.

Bucky's nostrils flare and you feel his breath on your lips. His anger is portrayed through his narrowed eyes and you know that you pissed him off. You take a step back knowing what's coming next.

"Too busy to notice you?" he starts, as he backs you up against the mirror. "I've been planting my men all over the city to protect you. I've got a car parked out front ready to take you to a safe house..." the sound of the door opening interrupts him and Bucky pulls his Glock out of its holster and points it towards the woman. "It's Erin! It's just Erin Bucky. Calm down" you say as you pull his arm back down to his side. "...And we're leaving now" he finishes, throwing his trench coat over your almost naked body, grabbing the bag out of Erin's hand, and pulling you out of the shop.

As soon as you get to the safe house, Bucky has the house filled with mobsters to guard you. He goes to his office, leaving you in a room full of bodyguards in nothing but your lingerie and his coat. Well, in all honestly, he told you to go up to his room and change but of course, you were going to go against his will. Just to spice things up.

"What're you looking at?" you snap at the man standing at the door. He's been staring at you for the past five minutes and you've finally had enough. You're used to Bucky's men undressing you with their eyes. You've never spoken up about it before but today, today was not a good day for you.

"No-nothing ma'am" the man stammers.

You stand up from your seat and rip your boyfriend's coat off of yourself. "Is it this you wanted to see?” you take slow, careful steps towards him. “Is this what you all wanted to fucking see? Me naked”?!

The men lower their heads and you hear the door fly open.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” Bucky yells, looking around the room. His eyes finally land on you and he eyes your almost naked body.

He points over to the door and if looks could kill, the whole room would be a blood bath. “Out. Everyone out”!

As soon as the last man steps out, Bucky throws his arms into the air. “What- why’d you take my coat off Y/N”?!

“They wanted a show, I gave them one. I mean they seemed to give me more attention than you, Bucky, so I don’t know what you want me to say but-”

“Wait, wait, wait” Bucky brings a finger up in confusion. “They wanted a show? What do you mean they wanted a show”?

“Your very loyal subjects couldn’t stop undressing me with their eyes.” Your tone reeks of sarcasm. “So I gave them what they wanted”.

Without another word needing to be said, Bucky spins around and opens the door. “Get in here. All of you”!

The men line up in front of you and Bucky drags a chair beside you. He sits down on it and man spreads. You look down at him, back up at the guards, and then down at him again. “What’re-”.

Bucky interrupts you by motioning you to sit in his lap using two of his fingers. You straddle his lap and he grips at your hips.

“Alright, here’s the deal. You’re all going to watch as I make my baby cum and then after you all get hard to her moans, I’ll teach you exactly why you don’t talk to my girl the way you did” he speaks as he moves your hair behind your ear.

“What- what are you doing?” you chuckle nervously as you turn your head and see that all eyes are on you.

“Hey, look at me. Look at me Y/N” Bucky turns your head back to meet his gaze. “It’s just you and me here. Just you and me. Now let's give em’ that show yeah?” he whispers in your ear.

You nod your head and shift your weight so that you are on the center of his left thigh. Bucky tightens his grip to help with your balance and slowly rolls you back and forth.

You let out a whimper and grab the back of his neck. Currents run through your body but it's not enough. Your panties are not giving you enough.

"Bucky, I need more".

He laughs on your lips before pulling at the waistband of your panties. The friction of the cloth against your clit has you moaning out in pleasure.

"Bucky feels s'good" you utter as you throw your head back. Bucky trails his right hand up your back and unbuckles your black lace bra. He throws it to the side and pulls your underwear to the side. He continues to maneuver your body over his thigh all while placing kisses on your jaw.

"God, you're so wet" Bucky massages your boobs.

You moan into his mouth and he moves you faster seeing that you're getting tired and sloppy. The friction of his jeans feels unbearably good on your cunt and you throw your head on Bucky's shoulder as he tangles his hands into your hair.

“Fuck Bucky. Right there!”

“That’s it, darling, make yourself feel good,” he speaks on the lobe of your ear.

You feel the knot grow tighter in your core and you know close.

“Bucky fuck I’m so close” you moan, your hands grabbing the back of his neck and tugging at the collar of his dress shirt.

“I know you are darlin', come for me. Make a mess all over me and show these guys who you belong to".

That’s all it takes for you to let go and release onto his leg screaming his name. Your wetness pools on his black dress pants creating a dark spot.

Bucky lets you ride out your high for a minute before landing a slap on your ass. You hiss through your teeth and chuckles as he lifts you into the air. You wrap your legs across his hips and he places you on the bed.

Some of the men in the room whistle knowing what's about to come but a glare from Bucky sets them straight. He pulls your ankles to the edge of the bed, pulls his pants off of him, and holds your right leg above his hip.

"You ready?" he asks, smiling down at you.

"Let's give them a show" you smile back.

With that, he shoves his hard cock into you and you let out a gasp when he does so.

He thrusts in and out of you, groaning through his teeth.

“Fuck Bucky. Yes Bucky, right there. Don’t stop, Bucky” You moan his name like a prayer. Over and over again.

Your velvet walls flutter contacting with Bucky’s vein.

“Yeah. You're a fucking mess sweetheart?” he groans in your ear.

Too tired, all you can manage to do is bite your bottom lip and nod.

He grabs ahold of your waist and slowly nudges you downwards every time he snaps his hips into you. “You’re fuck perfect” he mutters.

You can feel Bucky’s hands dig deeper into your hips. He moves his right one to your mouth and rubs a finger on your lips. Bucky then trails his hand down to your right tit and starts playing with your nipple. He twists, turns, and squeezes the bud, and you throw your head back in pleasure.

You feel his cock spasm inside of you and that’s all you need to reach your climax. You let go onto him screaming his name, and he follows behind you.

"Shit, you're so amazing baby". Bucky’s body falls onto yours, but he catches himself with his forearms. He pulls himself out of you and tugs his pants up.

“Now, about you guys.” he turns to face his men behind him.

— la fin.

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povlvr · 2 years

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The Nanny Pt 2

Pairing: DILF Bucky Barnes x Nanny

Summary: Bucky hasn’t touched his philanderious wife since he first laid eyes on the new Nanny Amelia, after 6 months of tension things take an interesting turn.

Word Count: 6k+

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, Smut, extra marital affairs, masturbation, slight breeding kink, porn with a plot.

A/N: I can only apologise for the length of this!! Thank you for all your feedback for part 1, i appreciate it more than you could know!! I have a teeny tag list going if anyone wants adding & if you want a part three shout!

Part 1

The anxiety of having FaceTime’d her boss whilst touching herself & watching him jerk off hit her as soon as her alarm sounded the next morning, surprisingly she felt little guilt, she justified it to herself that Mrs. Barnes played away so her husband should be able to partake in the same extramarital activities. Her worries felt more like overwhelming nerves & anticipation of what was to come, she constantly wondered if Bucky would acknowledge what happened if so would he act on it, or just completely ignore the wholly inappropriate phone call?

Amelia decided the best way to deal with her racing thoughts was to stick to her usual routine, she arrived at the Barnes residence after a particular stressful commute, seriously, how are people so inept at driving at 7am?? the house was still sleeping so she let her self in the property with her key, she quietly prepared breakfast & headed upstairs to wake the little sleeping beauty.

Nestled amongst the white closed doors along the long beige corridor stood a baby pink glitter covered entrance, it had only taken some mild puppy eyes & a few fluttered lashes to persuade Bucky to let her decorate it after showing Ellie a picture from Pinterest one morning. She was about to wake the 5-year-old, hesitating momentarily as she looked down the hall towards the master bedroom, the temptation to wake her boss up with a smile crossed her mind but she didn't want to presume he didn't feel guilty or regret the night before or would even want her mouth around his cock for a wakeup call. Instead she knocked lightly & woke up the ray of sunshine behind the door, she would never tire of the pure excitement each morning when the adorable child insisted on telling her about her dreams & what she was going to do that day whilst getting her washed & dressed.

Having not seen her father the previous night Ellie bounded up to Bucky & practically threw herself in his arms when she saw him sat down at the table, he had already brewed his morning coffee & started his newspaper in the time Amelia had been getting his daughter ready for the day.

'Morning honey, did you sleep well?' his gruff morning voice affected Amelia more than she would admit most mornings.

'Uh huh' she managed to mumble as she attacked the food place on the table in front of her, with the other plate in her hand Amelia passed behind Bucky's chair making sure to lean over his shoulder & press herself against him with her chest as she served him his breakfast.

'Thank you, and morning Amelia' he reached out to touch her hand as she was moving away from him to her place at the table.

'You’re most welcome, Mr. Barnes.' his eyes shot up to meet hers with a somewhat playful smirk plastered on his face.

As she sat down next to Bucky he reached for the cafetiere he had prepared, 'Coffee? You like it tall & dark if I remember correctly' he almost sounded cocky which she loved.

'Just how I like it Mr. Barnes' She had no idea she was capable of this level of flirting before 8am on a Wednesday morning but she was determined to give it as good as she got. He may have been her boss, but she held all the power between them & revelled in it.

'Oh, I know how you like it.' His voice deeper than its usual tone, the reverberations hit her all at once making her shift on her seat, the affect his words had on her was noted as she squirmed for some relief from the throbbing that increased dramatically when he raised his brow. He knew exactly what he was doing to her.

The nerves she was feeling dissolved when she realised that he didn't regret a thing, quite the opposite because now his flirting wasn't quite as subtle & it left Amelia feeling like she needed a cold shower to temper the heat rising between her legs.

Bucky quickly turned his attention towards Ellie to stop himself from saying anything inappropriate in front of his daughter, as Amelia sipped her coffee she observed the doting father making sure all the food was eaten & no mess was made. The spiralling thoughts of consequences, repercussions & what would actually happen if anything happened between the two were slowly rising now that she knew he wanted her just as much as she did him, so she missed Bucky asking her a question.

‘Ellie, honey go put on your jacket & shoes.’ He softly instructed to a very receptive little girl, she toddled off in her own world to do as she was told by her dad & his eyes immediately focused on The Nanny. He reached out his hand to hers seeing that she had zoned out.

‘Sugar.’ Bucky teased in a low drawn out manor.

Her head rose & their eyes connected as her focus came back to the room.

‘Sorry Mr. Barnes, clearly need the coffee this morning?’ chuckling to herself she began clearing the table as he sat back & observed her, she seemed apprehensive & nervous, he wondered if she regretted what had happened the night before. Bucky wanted to test the waters, knowing Ellie was occupied he quietly approached her at the kitchen skink.

He stood behind her tentatively wrapping his arms around the nanny’s waist, lowering his head to her ear.

‘Did I not tell you to call me Bucky, Sugar.’ His voice was low, dripping with sweetness.

‘I didn’t want Ellie to pick up on anything.’ She moved her head back to rest on his shoulder, his scent was all encompassing hitting her with spice, vanilla, pine all at once, the gesture far more intimate than two people who hadn’t so much as kissed should have.

His lips grazed her neck as he spoke sending a kaleidoscope of butterflies to her stomach & a familiar dampness in her underwear ‘So, I was thinking of leaving the office on time tonight, how about we all have dinner, watch a move, hang out with Ellie? Then once she’s asleep …’

‘… You hang out of me?’ she teased glancing back at the man she had fantasised about for 6 months.

‘Fuck.' He let out a breath against her neck, his head dipping to her shoulder, the sensation hit her right in her pussy, she couldn't help clenching her thighs together as he practically growled in her ear.

'You really have no idea what you do to me.’ He pressed his erect length up against her, she couldn’t help but let out a moan making him rut his hips in her backside.

She began unwrapping his arm from around her waist to connect their hands, tracing them down her stomach down to the hem of her skirt, Bucky couldn't resist stroking her inner thigh with a stray finger as she moved their intertwined fingers underneath her skirt where his hand cupped her mound, finally his fingers padded over her soaked panties as she let out another stifled moan, he pushed them to one side & she jolted in his grip as he stroked her clit working his way back to her sodden core, collecting her wetness before returning his way to her bundle of nerves.

She angled her head back to ghost her plump lips against his ear with a whispery breath ‘.. and that’s what you do to me.’

As quickly as it started, it was over, his hand retreated as they untangled their limbs hearing the patter of feet making their way back to the kitchen.

‘ ’meeliaaaa, I’m ready.’ She really couldn't be cuter at times but for once Amelia was hoping she would take longer finding her coat.

‘Ok, honey one second.’ The flustered Nanny managed to shout out.

They both looking fucked out having barley made contact, eyes locked in lust for a moment. As Amelia swayed past her boss to the hallway, her fingers traced the bulge in his trousers & she couldn’t help bite her lip looking up at him, the sight of him taking his fingers into his mouth stopped her in her tracks.

‘Mmm sweet as Sugar. I’ll see you tonight ‘melia’ he taunted with a devilish look on his face.

‘Have a good day Mr. Barnes.’ Batting her eyelashes feigning innocence as she turned the corner where the 5-year-old was battling the zip on her jacket.

'Come on sweetie let’s get you buckled in your seat.' She bent over to help with the jammed zip knowing Bucky was watching & getting a show, he enjoyed every second knowing he would have his face buried between those sweet folds tonight.

...

After graduating 8 years ago Amelia felt taking a summer job as a Nanny would be ideal to earn some money & look favourable on her applications for teaching graduate positions in Fall. It was her life dream to become a kindergarten teacher, she loved working with children & helping them reach their potential even when they were young, that was until she fell in love with a family assigned her to by her agency. Her plans were quickly shelved being content with helping to support two busy parents in raising their three wonderful children. She didn’t prepare herself or heart for the inevitable flying of the nest so to speak & after 7 glorious years when the children she cared for outgrew the need for a nanny her services were deemed ‘surplus to requirements’, those cold words were seared into her soul.

Some would say it was a teachable moment, to Amelia it was a harsh slap in the face to remind her that she was not part of the family or any family that she worked for, she was an employee, nothing more. She should have thought twice about accepting another position immediately, but the Barnes’ family offer was too good an opportunity to pass; great pay, one happy child who seemed as good as gold when they met & minimal working hours, meaning she could further her studies & get her career goals back on track.

She thanked the higher powers for the assignment she needed to write in order to keep her distracted, without it her day would have been torture just waiting around for the afternoon school pick up. The morning’s events were repeating in her mind the entire car ride, his touch, his smell, his heat. It felt so wrong to be thinking about him in his child’s presence before dropping her off at school but the absolute magnetism she felt towards Bucky was unlike anything she had felt before; it was pure unadulterated lust that had consumed her for months.

Having gathered some supplies on the way home she hunkered down to get stuck into her essay, where words usually stalled at her fingertips they flowed freely today. Her eyes glanced at her phone on occasion to check the time which was a total lie she kept repeating to herself instead of allowing herself to be disappointed by the lack of texts from her boss.

Across town Bucky paced in his office questioning whether he really needed to be in the office that day, he wasn’t getting any work done so reasoned that being buried in his daughter’s nanny would be a more productive use of his time than wearing a hole in the carpet. He had been playing a dangerous game of text roulette all morning, type, erase, type, almost send, erase & repeat.

He had zoned out half way through a marketing presentation daydreaming of her coming into his office, locking the door then getting down on her knees in front of him & sucking him off with her beautiful lips, once the meeting was over & he was finally alone he pulled his thick heavy length out of his suit trousers, he found himself stroking his painfully pink cock longing for her to relieve his ache. As a grown man & a father he was mortified at himself by how many pictures he had taken & almost sent to entice her into fulfilling that particular fantasy. He was a volcano on the precipice of eruption but quelling his urges was a skill he had acquired over the last 6 months & he didn’t want to settle with a quick office hook up sorely for his pleasure, he refused to disrespect her like that, he planned to worship every square inch of her, take his time, educate himself in her body’s needs. There would always be time for risqué quickies if she wanted that later down the line, for now he put himself away & sent a succinct message.

I’ve never tasted anyone so sweet, it’s all I can think about, I’m looking forward to burying my face in you tonight x

After that text she wasn’t getting any more of her assignment done so Amelia ran herself a bath thinking that shaving, exfoliating & moisturising within an inch of her life would be time well spent knowing his hands would be roaming her body soon. It took all of her strength not to touch herself whilst thinking of him, she could still feel the weight of his cock pressed against her & from the little she did feel earlier she knew she would feel him the next day. After soaking in the tub scrolling on her phone she decided to wet Bucky’s appetite, what better way than a picture, the lighting was sensual, she was in a bubble bath, a hand carefully placed between her legs, it was like the stars aligned. Before overthinking it, she typed a quick message & pressed send.

You’re all I’m thinking about right now.

Bucky hadn’t ever looked at his phone as quickly when he heard the ping, his eyes were wide at the sight. He figured she sent the first picture so surely, he could now, he chose one of the many he had saved in a hidden folder, triple checked the recipient & gave her a taste of what was to come.

Fuck, I’ve been hard all day.

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Like the morning Amelia let herself into the Barnes house but this time she had a buzzing 6-year-old in tow talking in detail about her day. Unlike the morning she was confident with how her evening was going to pan out, she didn’t presume she would stay over so a few choice items were ready in her car if the need arose for her to take her makeup off & brush her teeth, fail to prepare, prepare to fail.

And a total fail is what it was, sat waiting in the kitchen in all her glory, Jessica Barnes. Fuck. Amelia felt as though she had been slapped in the face by the glamorous brunette, a dose of reality that Bucky wasn’t hers, despite the sham marriage he was still married. She froze momentarily before regaining some composure, ‘Hi Mrs. Barnes, you startled me, I didn’t expect you’d be home so soon.’

‘Well I thought I’d come back & spend the afternoon with Ellie, you can have the rest of the day off.’ Gesturing to leave with her hands, it infuriated Amelia, the dismissive tone & waving her off like she was a fly in her face.

‘I don’t mind staying to help with her, Bu… Mr. Barnes will be home soon.’

‘I can handle her, that will be all Amelia.’ She sauntered off to the lounge, she hated leaving Ellie in her mother’s care & felt guilty for allowing it to happen knowing the effect she had on her daughter.

‘I’ll see you tomorrow Ellie’ Amelia crouched down to her level making sure to make sure she was ok with her leaving her, she whispered ‘Your dad will be home really soon so just play in your room until he comes home. Ask him to watch a movie with you tonight, ok?’

‘I wish you were staying ‘melia.’ She whined, making Amelia feel even more guilty for leaving.

‘I know honey, but I’ll be here bright & early tomorrow. I can make you the unicorn oatmeal for breakfast, how about that?’

‘Yesssss, glitter sprinkles too??’

‘Of course! It’s not unicorn oatmeal without glitter sprinkles.’

That was all it took for the sweet little thing to skip off to her bedroom out of her mother’s way, taking a second to re-adjust her head Amelia let out a long sigh & left.

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Bucky arrived home within the hour, he had picked up a few snacks for the movie night & couldn’t help himself from buying some flowers for Amelia, as he walked into the house he spotted his wife’s handbag on the counter & her obnoxious fur coat hung on the back of a chair. His stomach dropped.

‘Ellie, Amelia. Anyone home?’

‘What’s with the flowers?’ her voice almost made him shudder as her heels clicked on the tiled marble floor towards him.

‘They are for Amelia, a thank you for watching Ellie last night after you fucked off.’

‘It’s her job’ she sniped back dismissing his criticism for her handling of Amelia entirely.

‘No, it fucking isn’t, I’m sure she has a life & doesn’t need to be staying here until I get home from work.’ He stopped himself from acting like he cared too much, she would pick up on it & he wanted the interaction to be as brief as possible.

‘Why are you home so early? She said you were going to be here soon.’

‘It’s only fair, she worked late last night so I said I’d come home early tonight & she could leave earlier than normal seen as I don’t have a clue where you are most of the time.’

‘Well I already sent her home, so she already got her early finish.’

Fuck

‘Ok well, I guess I’ll put them in some water or whatever you do with them. Where’s Ellie?’

‘In her bedroom I assume.’ With that she sauntered off to the orangery for a drink.

Bucky pulled out his phone on his way upstairs & saw her text.

FYI Jessica’s back, she sent me home. Make sure you watch Minions with Els, she’s really looking forward to it. See you tomorrow.

Bucky’s brain went into overdrive thinking of some way to fix the situation, divorcing Jessica would be a good start but for now he had a plan.

Her timing is impeccable as always. I could always tell her I’m heading back to the office & come to yours.

Don’t leave Ellie with her for whatever this is, how about after she is in bed?

I love how much you love my daughter. You’re making me a little weak at the knees if I’m honest.

She deserves to be loved. Come over once she’s asleep, I’ll send you my address.

I’ll see you soon Sugar x

Bucky had always had endless patience with his daughter, he enjoyed every precious minute with her but today the minutes felt like hours, he lost count of how many times he checked his watch but once she was tucked up in bed he quickly showered, changed & was out the door telling his wife there was an emergency at the office. She barely listened to him already texting her lover to come over.

Three firm knocks at the door woke Amelia from her nap, rushing to the door she checked herself in the mirror, drool wasn’t the most attractive look but she would have to make it work. Checking the peep-hole she saw Bucky shifting on his feet with a big bunch of peonies, he was dressed far more casually than she was used to, grey sweatpants, a dark grey sweatshirt & his hair un-styled & fluffy.

‘I can see your feet Sugar.’ He chuckled to himself seeing the shadow of his Nanny’s feet under the door.

She giggled as she opened the door, ‘Sorry, I got distracted by all this.’ She gestured to his appearance & the bouquet he was currently holding out for her, if hearts skipping beats was bad for you she swore her life expectancy would be taking a nose dive in his presence.

‘Here, I got these for you.’ She noticed he came across almost shy as he passed her the flowers, Bucky had a boyish charm at times which was incredibly endearing to Amelia because he looked like a man who would take anyone he wanted right there & then if he so chose.

‘Thank you Bucky, I love peonies, they’re beautiful.’ She guided him into her home, the entrance way they were stood in lead to an open plan living space, as she put the flowers in the sink & turned on the faucet Bucky sat himself on the stools at the kitchen island.

‘There’s a bunch at my house for you too.’ He said smiling.

‘Oh god, how did you explain that getting home?’ she giggled at the thought of him being questioned by his wife, she felt strangely comfortable mentioning Jessica knowing what was about to go down, but to Amelia you reap what you sew & she was the worst.

‘I told her they were for you … for working late last night.’ He raised a brow, he was proud of his quick thinking & it showed.

‘Oh, great save, can I get you a drink or something to eat?’ she was unsure of how to act, what to do, where to start so thought being a host & maybe getting buzzed would help the evening progress without being awkward. Bucky, however, knew exactly how to start, he had been planning this moment in his head for so long.

He moved from the stool he had been perched on to around the counter where she stood at the fridge , mimicking his actions from the morning, wrapping his arms around her, connecting his lips to her shoulder.

‘Hi’ he shyly whispered.

‘Hi’ she giggled in return.

Bucky manoeuvred himself between Amelia & the sink, so she was facing him, he placed a hand on her face stroking her cheek with his thumb & looking in her eyes before leaning in.

‘I’ve wanted you for so long. You’re so fucking beautiful.’ He whispered, their lips a hair’s breadth away from touching.

‘Kiss me Bucky’ it came out as a moan practically from the anticipation & tension that had been building between them.

He didn’t need to hear another word before he crashed his lips into hers, it should have been softer, more timid but their desperation for each other culminated in a fiercely passionate all-encompassing kiss. Their lips fitting against each other’s perfectly, their tongues exploring each other deeply as Bucky’s hands made their way from her face trailing their way down her body, she moaned into his mouth & pushed her fingers through his hair tugging on his locks. Bucky’s roaming digits cupped her breast & the other squeezed her ass, as she was pulling him as close as she possibly could with her hands still on the back of his head. He began retreating & softening the kiss moving his fingers back to her face stroking her cheeks, he couldn’t help smiling as he held her face taking every inch of her beautiful face.

‘it’s been a long time since I’ve done this so if I’m a little rusty, go easy on me.’ It could feel like a meaningless tryst between them but his touches & hesitancy, the lust & trepidation in his eyes suggested it meant more to him.

‘You seem to be doing fine, tell me what you want Bucky. What do you want me to do? You’ve had 6 months to think about it, tell me what you fantasise about when you’re touching your cock thinking of me at night.’ Bucky couldn’t believe his ears, he had to actually check he hadn’t died & gone to heaven with the words pouring out of her mouth.

‘Usually I don’t last past the thought of you on your knees with my cock in your mouth.’ As if on instinct Amelia licked her lips, she wanted to taste him, feel the weight of him on her tongue, smiling she reconnected their lips sucking his lip before releasing it with glee.

‘Your wish is my command Mr. Barnes.’ Spinning on her heels she reached back pulling Bucky by the string of his sweatpants guiding him through her apartment into her bedroom, he couldn’t help but press himself to her behind attaching his lips to her neck.

‘Fuck, you like to take charge Sugar?’ he couldn’t resist biting her gently as he sucked on her skin.

‘Yeah, sometimes, but sometimes I like receiving orders.’ She pushed him down on the bed, his torso was propped up by his elbows as he watched her slowly strip to her underwear leaving Bucky just a little to peel off when it was her turn. He was transfixed by her, from the look on his face Amelia felt like a pin up girl in his gaze giving her all the confidence she needed to fuck her insanely hot boss. Climbing on the bed she crawled over to where he lay hooking one leg over his thick thighs straddling him, his hands instinctively found her hips & he bucked up to meet her soaking mound. She couldn’t contain her moan when he sat up from the bed with her straddled on his lap attaching his lips to her neck & slowly grinding against her.

‘If you feel like taking over Mr. Barnes just give me an order.’ She moaned into his mouth, Bucky’s head rolled back in pleasure as she ground down on his hard cock pressing her whole body against him.

‘Suck my cock Sugar’ Amelia was nothing if not a good girl so didn’t need telling twice, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders & connected their lips in a messy kiss, he moved his lips to her chest desperate to worship her ‘Yes, Mr. Barnes.’ She moaned out, her whole body felt on fire from his touch, his lips igniting each spot they grazed.

Lowering them both down to the bed so their bodies were pressed together she began trailing kisses down his neck, stopping when she was hindered by his t-shirt, she concentrated her tongue & mouth gently sucking whilst her hands found the hem, pulling it up & only breaking apart to take it off over his head. He was sculpted like a Greek god she thought & couldn’t help running her hands over his body, she noticed how responsive he was to her touch, moaning & writhing beneath her. It was a mesmerising sight & she could feel herself getting drunk off the power she exerted over him.

Her trail of kisses stopped as she reached his sweatpants, the unmistakable bulge waiting for her, she figured he’d waited 6 months so a bit of teasing with kisses & touches wouldn’t kill him. Slowly she moved her kisses towards the waistband sat on his hip peppering him micro kisses & her tongue until she reached the other side, his hips in constant movement desperate for more contact, she couldn’t help ghosting her finger tips over his skin whilst he expressed himself in expletives & moans above her. Once she pulled down the grey sweats his cock sprung free & she took her time admiring the sight, he was big both in length & thickness, a beautiful cock if there ever was one, the tip glistening ready for her to taste his juices.

As her tongue ran down the length of his shaft he shuddered at the contact breathless, he could have cum right there if he had let himself go, once she reached the tip she struggled wrapped her lips around the sheer girth, he was the biggest she had & the weight on her tongue made her jaw ache, the noises Bucky was making spurring her on as she was taking his length down her throat.

‘Shit, fu-fuck Sugar I’ll cum down your pretty throat if you keep doing that. Feels so good, what the fu-fuck are you doing with your tongue?’

Amelia pulled him from her mouth with a pop, she was officially cock drunk & turned on more than she ever had been, ‘Cum down my throat, choke me with your cock til I’ve swallowed every. Last. Drop, I need to taste you.’ She continued, swallowing down his length whilst rippling her tongue along his shaft, he unclenched one hand from the bed sheet & gathered her hair holding her head whilst she sank up & down on his length.

‘Let me see your beautiful mouth round my cock. Fuck sweetheart, this is so fucking good.’

She reached out for his other fist, moving it to the back of her head, breathless her lips skimming the head of his cock she mumbled ‘fuck my mouth Mr. Barnes.’ Before taking his entire length, he couldn’t help thrust his hips making her gag.

‘Fuck, sorry.’ He stopped speaking when he saw the delight in her eyes & the debauched look on her face, he slowly thrust again, Amelia couldn’t help moaning spurring Bucky on to pick up the pace, she loved him using her mouth as his toy, the fire in her igniting with every gag leaving her a dripping mess.

‘Fuck, don’t stop, fuck, shit Sugar I’m gonna cum.’

Her mouth & tongue moving at lightening pace on his cock combined with his hips thrusting & hands on the back of her head had Bucky shooting his cum in the back of Amelia’s throat.

Without waiting a second, he pulled Amelia from between his legs like she was made of nothing & suspended her above his face, lips grazing on her heat, he lifted her up to speak.

‘My turn now sweetheart.’ She watched as he licked his lips looking at her dripping pussy, ‘You’re so fucking wet, you loved sucking my cock, didn’t you?’

Amelia couldn’t help but squirm above him, she needed his mouth on her heat, ‘Bucky please.’

‘What do you want Sugar, your turn to tell me.’

‘I need you to touch me. Make me cum on your face.’ Bucky raised his head to meet her mound, furiously brushing his nose & mouth over her soaking underwear as he lowered them both to the bed, once her knees were secure & holding her weight he pushed the sodden fabric to one side before latching on to her clit with his mouth, Bucky was like a starved man devouring Amelia like she was his first meal in days, like she was an oasis in the desert, she hadn’t ever been eaten out with such gusto.

‘The prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen Sugar.’… ‘fuck you taste so good.’ … ‘roll those hips sweetheart show me how you like it.’ He muttered the words into her folds as he lapped up all she had to offer, the vibrations quickly bringing Amelia into nirvana, she could feel her orgasm building with every flick of his tongue & every bit of filth uttered until she hit her peak of pleasure ripping though her whole body grinding down on his face as she rode out her high.

Still in a haze of bliss Amelia felt like a rag doll when Bucky lifted her from his face & placing her back straddled over his legs, instinctively their mouth’s met in a passionate kiss, ‘can you taste yourself Sugar?’ she couldn’t help running her tongue on his chin before running her mouth along his jaw line sucking & kissing as she went. ‘Fuck sweetheart’ he couldn’t help bucking his hips pressing his growing cock to her core, her hands found the sides of his face, as she looked into his azure eyes there was only one thing she wanted in this world, ‘Fuck me Bucky… please’ she didn’t care how desperate she sounded she needed to feel him inside her, to be filled by him, to feel whole. As he wrapped his arms around Amelia’s waist he thrust his length up to meet her entrance, raising his head he kissed her deeply both his tongue entering her mouth simultaneously with his cock inching it’s way into her pussy, swallowing her moans in the kiss.

Once he was fully seated he paused, looking deeply into her eyes he knew how much he wanted to never leave the room, stay buried in her, with her in his arms for the rest of time, he couldn’t help the smile that radiated as he kissed her, she reflected it perfectly on her face practically giddy with what they were doing.

‘Bucky, fuck me exactly how you’ve imagined it.’ He sat up, moving her legs with each hand wrapping them around her, ‘Well sugar I’ve always imagined fucking you against the wall so I think we’ll start there.’ Effortlessly he picked her up, his cock still nestled in her pussy, her walls constricting with the thought of what was about to happen, ‘oh you like that idea?’ she tightened her thighs around his waist as he walked them both to the wall, with minimal force he pushed her against it, she giggled by how careful he was handling her ‘harder Bucky, like you mean it’ he pulled her back & gently slammed her into the wall, ‘we’ll work on that, now please fuck me.’ He wasted no time moving his hips pulling his thick cock back from her pussy before thrusting the whole length back in. ‘Fuck Sugar your pussy is made for me.’

‘Do-don’t stop, fuck, feels so good Bucky, fuck’ she hadn’t ever felt so full.

‘Never gonna stop fucking this pussy Sugar, who’s pussy is it?’

‘Yours Bucky, fuck … it’s yours, need you to fill me’ hearing those words from her mouth did something to him, a primal feeling of needing to claim her, fill her, breed her. He was feral.

‘You want my cum dripping out of ya?’

‘Yes, fuck yes. Holy fuck, you feel so good’ she craved it, yearned to have him paint her insides with his seed & spill out of her with their combined juices.

Bucky could feel her walls gripping him as he slammed into her over & over hitting her g spot making her shudder in pleasure, he caught on to her responses & where they were being stimulated, he began to slowly push his cock over her spot almost caressing it with his thick tip.

‘Fucccckkk Bucky there, oh my fuck, there.’ Like an electric shock to her system each time he would run his cock over her spot her vision would flash white in sheer overwhelming pleasure.

‘Cum on my cock darlin’ let go, come on sugar need to feel your pussy clenching me’

The second it hit her Bucky knew, his hips felt like they were in quick sand from the grip her pussy had on his cock, he spun her around & dropped them both on the bed fucking her through her crescendo, pounding her into the bed sending her to experience her first ever back to back orgasm.

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re gripping me so tight, fuck’

‘Fill me with your cum Buck, fill me up, need to feel it dripping out my cunt.’

Amelia pleading for him to cum in her sent him over the edge & he spilled his load deep in her pussy, holding her tightly in his arms until every last drop had been spent.

As they caught their breath not leaving each others arms, still connected he lifted his head, she saw no regret in his eyes, their lips met before Bucky broke the post coital silence, ‘Can I stay right here forever with you?’ he was pretty sure the smile that had taken residence on his face was there to stay.

‘I don’t see why not? My boss might not be happy with me not showing up for work in the morning though.’ Amelia decided right there & then that Bucky didn’t laugh enough because him laughing at something she had said was her new favourite sound.

‘I’m sure I can have a word … oh yeah he said it’s fine.’ She burst out laughing grabbing his face & reconnecting their lips.

They fell into a comfortable blissed out silence, sharing occasional kisses & caresses, they had exchanged places so Amelia was lead on Bucky’s chest whilst he played with her hair, he was lost in his head with thoughts of what this all meant, what he was going to do once he left the haven he was currently experiencing, she was enjoying the silence, the feeling of being absolute content within his embrace.

‘I wish I could stay tonight; I’m giving her the papers tomorrow. So it will be you, me & Ellie, if you’ll have us?’

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Fighting with you in my dreams part-2

Paring: Steve Rogers x f!reader

Summary: the truth is bitter but it may lead to future sweetness.

Warning: angst and some more angst and oh! I broke the jar! Aand... Happy ending!

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A/n: you won't understand shit if you haven't read part 1, so go read part 1

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Bucky watched as Steve cupped your cheeks and said. "Take care of yourself." You smiled and kissed his palm. "Of course."

He was surprised to see you grinning, he expected you to be sad. But he guessed that you were concealing your hurt. Just like him.

But then he saw you getting confused when Steve didn't arrive back and then he did. Sitting on the bench, old. He watched as your eyes landed on the frail figure. And the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He didn't tell you.

He watched as your dreams for a happy future crumbled in front of your eyes, facing going emotionless.

You turned to him and even with a blank face he could see the anguish and betrayal in your eyes.

"You knew?" You asked tone flat.

"He said he told you." Bucky muttered and stood there as your face didn't change.

You were calm, dangerously calm.

The air was thick. Thick with pain, deceit and suffering. It was suffocating him, so much that he couldn't look at you anymore, couldn't bear the ache in his chest anymore.

Sam's voice cut through the despair telling you that Steve wanted to talk. It didn't seize the tension only amplified it. He gazed at Sam who wore a mask of pity and concern.

"I don't think so." With those words you started to leave. He chased after you.

"Don't follow me Barnes." It felt like someone pour a bucket of cold water on him. You never called him by his last name.

But the way you were acting really concerned him so he decided to stomp on your boundaries and followed you back to the tower.

⌚

After reaching the tower he immediately marched towards your room. And his heart leaped in his chest when he heard a loud crash followed by a gutt wrenching scream. Instantly he started pounding on the door. "Sunshine open the door."

"Stay put, Barnes! " You cried out. But he vehemently refused.

"Bucky aren't you mad?" Bucky jumped as heard scattering of glass. "Doll, please calm down."

"You were his best friend. He promised to be with you, till the end of the line." He leaned his head against the door as you provoked what he was trying to suppress this whole time.

"I guess this was the end of the line." He voice trembled as he tried to withhold his emotions.

"That's bullshit and you know it. You were there when he was getting beaten up in a dirty alley, but he left you when you needed him the most!"

The kept up emotions started flowing down his cheeks. But he knew that it was not about him. "You don't need to make excuses for your pain."

You scoffed a humorless laugh. "You're right. I want to feel like I'm not the only one hurt, again."

After a bit of silence you spoke. "Bucky" Your voice was small, as if finally accepting defeat in the battlefield. He could hear the soft padding of your feet, you were coming near the door.

"Why was I not enough?" Your question tore him apart as he sunk down on the floor.

You are perfect doll." He whispered.

"No, there has to be something wrong with me. Everyone I love leaves me, is it so hard to love me? "

You were an orphan and when you tried to contact your parents, it turned out that all the contact details were false. Then came Tony who treated you like his sister and then Steve. But these two were also gone.

"I love you." Bucky said but you didn't answer so he just stayed there, listening to your lullaby of torment. And the only thing he could think was. Steve Rogers was a coward.

He heard the door unlocking and you saying. "Bucky, come inside."

He opened it as soon as those words left from your lips. You almost fell down as you were leaning against the door, Bucky caught you and knelt beside you. He looked in your eyes and his heart clenched at the sight of your eyes hollow, like someone sucked your soul.

"Bucky I want to rest." He could see that you were tired but your tears haven't dried up, apparent by the stray tear that fell from your eyes.

He nodded and gently placed your head in his lap. "I know I replace Tony, but I'll try to always be there for you."

"You are a great friend Bucky, always remember that."you quietly said. But he just lulled you to sleep, thinking when this eclipse of betrayal would be gone.

⌚

And so he did, he was there when you couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't get up from the bed. And you did the same.

He thought you were making progress, he thought you were healing.

Until oneday when Sam came running like a maniac. "Bucky, sunshine collected all the infinity stones and is nowhere to be found." Sam blurted out.

"Where is she?! "

"We're tracking her, but something is very wrong." He knew that damn well.

Thanks to strange they were able to track you quickly and he also teleported them to where you were. At a desserted mountain near a cliff, carrying the stones in a wooden box.

He immediately tried to come towards you but you shouted. "Don't come near me Or I'll chuck them down! " He backtracked when you held the box over the cliff.

Strange rolled his eyes and tried to snatch the box with his magic but stumbled back, his burnt.

"What the hell? "

"You're not the only one who knows magic." You said while glaring at strange.

"Sunshine what are you going to do? " Bucky asked and your eyes softened at this voice.

"I'm going to destroy them." You said with a voice so calm it made Bucky break into a cold sweat.

"But why?!" Sam asked trying to prolong the inevitable.

"Because they are the reason for all the trouble, " Your eyes welled up with tears. "First it was loki, then Thanos and then Tony and him." You started sobbing and fell into the ground." These give nothing but suffering. "

"No please don't do it, it's not like that. " Buck tried to talk you out of it.

"No! " You growled and clutched the box tighter to your chest. "I'm going to crush them and no one can stop me." You knelt to the ground sobbing while muttering, it's their fault, it's their fault.

They tried to persuade you but to no avail, they were losing hope and were growing extremely worried at the each passing second but then the sky grew darker, winds became violent and dust blurred their vision. Then a yellow and black figure formed in the sky.

"The infinity" Strange gasped as the goddess slowly appeared in between the clouds.

"Who's she? " Sam asked frowning as he tilted his head to get away from the dust particles.

"She is one of the most powerful cosmic entity. She could could manipulate time, energy magic and reality-" Before strange could explain further infinity spoke your name. Making everyone shiver from the intensity, except you were you, your eyes unwavering as you stared at the infinity.

Then the infinity spoke again. "You could destroy the infinity stones I won't stop you. But if you don't, I'll grant you one wish, anything you want. "

That made your face turn curious and Bucky could practically hear the gears turning in your head. "Anything? "

"Anything" The infinity replied.

"Bring back Tony, with his memories and experiences." You demanded and the surroundings fell into silence. No, he didn't think that was possible.

But infinity just smiled and said. "Granted" After that she closed her eyes and what Bucky could only describe as surreal happened.

Bit by bit a figure was formed by what looked like sand and gradually the body and face of someone familiar came into view. Tony.

"Tony you remember me? " You asked when he finally fully formed.

He looked at you incredulously and said. "Of course I remember you kiddo and, " He glanced around with a frown and continued. "What is happening here? Aren't I supposed to be dead? "

You ran towards him with a shriek, stones abandoned. Strange picked up the box and the infinity faded into the sky.

"What is going on, kiddo? " Tony asked but hugged you nonetheless.

"Tony I'll explain everything but Tony he-he's gone. 15 seconds were enough to throw away 15 years." You sobbed into his chest.

Tony instantly understood what you were saying as he hugged you tighter and said. "Sorry kiddo, I'm here now."

Even though you chose Steve's side during the accords. Tony never left you and never stopped loving you, unlike Steve. Bucky mulled over.

⌚

"... So this was the consequence of her wish."

After Bucky finished explaining, thousands of questions were running through Steve's mind. But the one that drowned out everything was.

"Why? " Steve asked in a whisper.

Bucky looked up at him and scoffed a bitter laugh. "Trust me, I have asked this to him several times but got no answer, " Bucky paused for a moment, his face solemn. "I guess she's right, 15 seconds were enough to throw away 15 years. "

Steve remain silent, his going blank as everything calmed inside him, like the haunting peace after a disaster. Exhaling loudly he got up and trudged outside of Bucky's room.

Wandering aimlessly, he came to a halt and turned to his right side. The door was ajar and dim light escaped through the crack. He soundlessly walked to the door and lightly knocked.

After a painful silence, there was a quiet 'come in' and Steve released a breath he didn't know he was holding. He pushed the door open as the door creaked slightly.

He gulped when your face came into view. Sitting on the floor with your head leaning against the bed, eyes red and puffy. You looked up at him when he froze in his spot and gestured for him to come closer.

He slowly came near you and sat beside you, not speaking a word. After a choking silence you cut the tension.

"I'm sorry. " You said quietly.

Steve's head whipped around to face you and he asked. "Why? "

You frowned at his question. "Because I yelled at you... It's not your fault. "

Steve shook his head and looked down. "It's okay I understand, " He then gently grabbed you hands and looked at with teary eyes. "Sunshine I want to stay here. "

"Why? " It was your turn to ask now.

"Because I like you and Bucky is also her, what-what your Steve did is going over my head but I can stay here and everyone can be happy. " He hastily explained. Wanting to correct a mistake he didn't commit.

But you just stared at him with an unreadable expression, sighing deeply you asked. "Is there Tony in your timeline? "

Steve was a little perplexed at your question but nodded in affirmation.

"What about Bruce? Or Thor? " You prodded gently.

"Yes, they all exist in my timeline. " Steve and pursed his lips in confusion.

Flashing a small smile and softly said. "Then I and Bucky will also be in your world. "

Steve's eyes widened as this was the first time he ever got a concrete answer to his wonderings. You came closer to him and gently touched his cheek.

"If you want to be with me then be with your sunshine. If you stay here, then what's the difference between you and him. " You said with a sad smile.

Before Steve could reply the door slammed open and your eyes went wide. You yanked on his shirt, making him fall over you. He tucked you in him when hot energy whirled pass him. Heavily slightly he turned his body and the familiar red and yellow suit came into view.

"Tony?" He called out in a daze. Tony had a fierce expression as he glared at Steve.

"Why do you keep bothering her?" Tony barked and held up his hand again to shoot him.

Steve was ready to take the shot to the chest but your scream stopped both of them.

"Tony! Are you out of your mind?" You said and pushed Steve to sit back up. Tony opened his mouth to argue but you cut him off. "It's not his fault."

Tony's face was a mixture of resignation and indignation as he huffed in surrender. "Everything is ready for your leave. Come down tomorrow and leave us for good this time." Tony said through gritted teeth.

Steve looked down accepting his fate, but suddenly a bulb went off in his head and he looked at Tony. "You have done so much for me and i'm grateful for it. But, please do me one more favor."

⌚

Steve leisurely walk on the smooth metal floor, the space was painted white with technology varying in complexity.

Sensing his presence the frail figure sitting in the centre of the spaceship turned around. When his eyes landed on Steve the man's eyebrows jump in shock as he looked Steve up and down with a look of awe and reminiscence.

Steve gave a tight lipid smile as he observed the old man. It was a quite peculiar experience to come face-to-face with his old self. "Hello, Mr. Rogers" Young Steve greeted.

Old Steve chuckled at this and said. "Hello to you too, Mr. Rogers. Please have a sit. " Old Steve gestured to the chair next to him.

Young Steve strolled over to the chair and sat beside old Steve.

"So, I take it you already know about this whole," Young Steve furrowed his brows to search for the appropriate word. "Situation." He said and glanced up at older Steve.

Older Steve huffed out a laugh. "Yes, was told as soon as the spaceship landed. I'm surprised they let you come here! " He then turned to young Steve. "What do you want to ask? "

Young Steve smiled lopsidedly. " Just Anything and everything you could tell me. "

And that's exactly what he did. He told him everything, about war and then waking up in the present time and it's struggles. He also gave young Steve a lot of advice and his pitfalls without disclosing any events, which young Steve found impressive.

They were so engrossed in the conversation that they lost track of time. The spell was broken when young Steve's phone started to ring. He smiled apologetically to the old Steve and picked up the phone.

"Hello, yeah I'm coming. Sorry. " He hastily ended the call and turned to old Steve.

"I think it's time. " He said and old Steve nodded with a half smile.

Young Steve stood and turned around to leave but the question that he desperately wanted to be answered finally gave him enough courage to turn back around.

"I have one more question, " He said and old Steve nodded for him to continue. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he took a deep breath and asked. "Was it worth it? "

He didn't need to elaborate as the smile on old Steve's face fader way and a heavy silence settled between them. Old Steve didn't say anything but his eyed said a thousand words.

And those words were enough for young Steve. "Thank you, I got my answer. " He said with a solemn voice and walked out of the ship.

⌚

"What took you so long? " You chastised him as soon as he got off the bike. You had your hands on your waist and an angry frown sat between brows. But you looked adorable more than angry.

"I'm sorry, lost track of time. " He apologized with a smile and came to stand in front of you.

Time stopped for that moment as you both stared at each other. Steve saw your eyes well up and you let a slithered of affection glide in your eyes. Why would anyone want to give up this?

"Time to get the fuck out of here, Rogers. " Tony called out from his computer and the trance was broken just like that.

"Time to go. " Steve said longing in his voice. You sputtered a teary chuckle and a nod.

He hugged Bucky who patted his back and gave a small smile. He did this before, didn't he? He then went to Sam and pulled him in an embrace.

At last he he slowly walked towards you, he was reluctant but he took a deep breath and hugged you.

You were clearly taken aback as you stiffened in his embrace and your hands froze at your sides. He was not at all expecting you to reciprocate, he just wanted to savor your feeling, he didn't know how long he would have to wait to meet you.

However, you took a deep breath and relaxed in his embrace. And what made him shut his eyes was when you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tighter. He also felt his uniform dampen with your tears. After sometime you gently pushed him away and looked away.

Steve looked at you for one last time and then stepped onto the platform. He closed his eyes as birds chirped in the background, leaves rustled and the staccato of of computer keys filled his ears.

His eyes flew open when the calming and melodies sound were replaced why screams and grunts. Steve looked around, smiled in melancholy, picked up his shield and began fighting hydra agents in the dirty abandoned warehouse.

⌚

Steve strolled across the tulip garden with a nostalgic smile. He still vividly remembers that day, even though the ending was unexpected and bad, it was still something he cherished. The way your eyes lit up at the beautiful sight, how you ran deeper into the garden and how-

"Ouch! "

"I'm sorry! " Steve apologized as soon as he collided with someone. He looked forward to check the person but his breath caught in his throat and his heart jumped.

Same eyes, same same lips, same face. It was you. Steve stared at you with astonishment as bend down to pick up your fallen stuff, your yellow dress fluttering in the air and the colour making your complexion pop. Yes! Finally.

"You are lucky you're captain America. " You said out of the blew and Steve had to blinked a couple time to get rid of the stunned look.

"Well I guess it has it's advantage. " Steve said with a lopsided grin and you shook your head.

"You broke my camera! " You barked and waved you now broken camera.

Steve looked at you with a sorry expression and slowly walked near you. "It's beyond repair, " He drawled out as he gingerly touched it. He then looked at your cute angry face and asked. "How about we discuss the compensation with a cup of coffee? " He whispered, his face mere inches away from yours.

You were caught off guard as you looked at him with wide eyes. He was bad at flirting so he prayed you got his hint.

"Smooth motherfucker. " You muttered, biting back a grin as you started to walk lit of the garden.

Steve didn't even mind the swear word as he happily began following you like a lost puppy. "Thanks, y/n."

You halted at that and whirled around to face him with a confused frown etched between your brows. "How do you know my name? "

Steve smiled and effortlessly took your place as the leading party, with now you following him. "Just a hunch. " Steve shrugged his shoulders a d slightly turned his head to throw a wink at you.

⌚

The night was dark but calming, the cold breeze was pleasant as it gilded through the window you had opened for some coolness as you didn't want to turn on AC because the price of gas was already too high and you didn't want to break your bank.

You drived aimlessly through the New York's road with a melancholic smile. It's been a week since Steve returned to his universe. You would be a liar if you said that those couple of days with were fine. They were torture, putting on a happy face while feeling like a knife was slicing through your chest everytime you interacted with him.

It did boil up to a breaking point, where you just couldn't take it anymore and the emotions burst out, like a dame breaking due to an earthquake. At first you regretted it but then after Bucky told Steve everything, it felt relaxing.

The day of his departure he ahd asked to meet him. Tony gave him the location as you didn't even want to utter his name. So, you didn't ask and he didn't tell. But, when he hugged you and bid goodbye. It felt like the goodbye you wanted, maybe even the goodbye you needed.

You exhaled a shaky breath as you mulled over, well everything. Maybe it was time to move on. You had the most wonderful people in your life, who stuck with you through thick and thin, what else could you wish for? Plus, some nice therapy would help.

You smiled as you came closer to your favorite bridge, where you had watched countless sunsets and sunrise. But your smile quickly turned into a scowl when you saw a man there. Like okay, you knew that New York City never slept but why here of all the places? Why was he raining on your parade?

You pouted and quietly got out of your car. Soundlessly you walked to the bridge and stood there as rigid as a sculpture, because the last thing you wanted was to communicate with a stranger.

You had just started to relax thinking that the gods might have made you invisible when-

"Oh! Hello. " A deep voice called out.

You screwed your eyes shut and groaned under your breath. Plastering a sweet smile you turned to the man.

"Hi... " You trailed off and you might cry about this later but you couldn't help it. The man was gorgeous, blue eyes, with beard and fluffy hair, tall and muscular physique. Your mind did warn you he could be a serial killer so you also looked out for that.

"Nice to see an Avenger here. " He said with a smile that made your heart flutter.

You smiled bashfully and walked beside him. "Well I just sit behind a desk and stare at a computer screen all day long, not really Avengery. " You turned your head slightly and my oh, was his side profile something to marvel at. "What so you go? "

"I'm an ADA. " He replied with a glance throw at your way.

All the color drained from your face and you asked with dread. "Are you here to secretly interrogate me for the murder I committed? "

"What do you mean?! " He asked with a serious and dark tone.

"Yeah, the cockroach I killed today in my bathroom. "

The man paused, looked at you and then burst into a fit of laughter, while clutching his chest.

"You got me there! " He said while wiping off some tears.

"I'm a regular here, never saw you before? " You softly asked as the sun began to rise.

"I'm travelling to New York. " He whispered.

Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask. "Traveling or running away? " Dammit. You shouldn't have asked, but why did his eyes had the same glint as you?

He didn't reply for a long time and you thought he might have just left, offended by your insinuation.

"Maybe both. " He said in a whisper and you glanced at him. The soft rays of the sun making his face look... Mesmerizing.

"Finally sunrise, " You said and then leaned your head closer to him. "I would really like some coffee and muffins. "

He glanced at you from the corner of his and quirked a brow. "Me too, " He said and leaned closer to you, just like you did, making your breath hitch. "But you're driving. " He declared.

You jumped so back you were afraid you might fall flat on your butt. "No way, I have a shitty SUV! And you have, " You searched for his car and your eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "AUDI! "

You practically drooled at the sleak, black car. You slowly walked up to the car and twisted your body to every angle you could to admire the beauty.

"I think you are more interested in my car than me. " The man said through a chuckle as he walked towards you, who had now crawled over the hood of the car like a sweet kitten.

You looked up from where you had made yourself comfortable as the rising sun slightly warmed the chilly air. "Don't you know that a man being rich is like a girl being pretty, Mr... " Your eyes widened as it finally hit you that you never asked for his name.

You sheepishly looked up from your lashes when he eventually reached you. He smirked and said. "Barber, Andy Barber. "

You told your name as well and said. "Nice meeting you Mr. Hairdresser. " You giggled like a fool when he shot you the dirtiest look you have ever seen.

"Okay since you do not want to drive then how about we walk to a nearest cafe? " Andy proposed and came around to the front of the car.

You put a finger on your chin and pretend to think. "Ahhh, I'm ready for this offer but in return if my car gets stolen then you'd had to fight my case, pro bono, deal? " You asked ina a chirpy voice and stretched out your hand.

Andy glanced down at your hand and then back at you. He put his hand in yours and you thought he would shake it but he gently yanked on it, making you fall of the hood and crash straight into his chest.

"Deal" He whispered in your ear making you release a shuddery breath and your heart to thump in your ribcage.

You pushed him away with a small smile and started walking in the direction of the nearest cafe. You waited for awhile but a grin broke out on your face when you heard heavy footsteps approaching you.

You glanced to your side when his cologne filled your nostrils. He glanced at you as well and came closer to you, your bodies grazing each other.

You bit back a smile and gazed into his cerulean eyes. "Soo, what's next Mr. Barber?"

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