#fuck boi bucky

[buckyalpine]

Drip

18+

Fuckboy College Bucky x Reader 

This is just dirty af. 

No thots, just: 

It was hot.

You hummed contently, stretched out on a patio chair with an ice cream cone in hand while the rest of your friends lounged in the pool or mingled on the side; the summer heat making your treat melt faster than you’d like. 

Before you could catch the dribble with your tongue, it ran down the cone, over your finger's and onto your chest; you’d managed to avoid getting any on your bikini thus far but it was nearly impossible. Your tongue darted out again, twirling around the scoop of vanilla, before running it along the side of your cone to catch the melting drops. 

You were in your own world, too busy to notice the way you had driven Bucky up the wall, his steel blue eyes locked on you and the sweet mess on your lips. He’d shifted from the pool to standing behind the grill to waiting behind the snack table in a poor effort to conceal the raging hardness that pressed against his swim trunks each time you let out a satisfied moan, licking up more of your ice cream. 

It was torture. 

Bucky knew you were off limits; you were best friends with Nat who was dating his bestfriend, Steve. Nat refused to let Bucky go anywhere near you, deeming him nothing more than raging hormones on legs; the number one fuck boy on campus. Not like it was his fault he was so pretty and irresistible. 

Your tongue swiped up before your lips nipped at the top of your cone. 

Bucky nearly growled to himself, watching the sugary cream get you all messy, making your mouth work overtime with the summer heat. 

Nothing would ever look as pretty as you did right now, sticky white cream clinging to your lips, dripping down your neck, flowing between your breasts. Your hand was covered in little streams of deliciousness, a drew stray drops spilling onto your tummy. 

Fucking hell.

Not a single part of his mind was thinking about ice cream as he watched the milky liquid trail down your body, barely covered in that skimpy thing you called a bathing suit. 

If he had his way with you, he’d clean you up and then get you really messy and sticky with his cu-

“Does anyone have a tissue” You pouted, breaking Bucky away from his thoughts, whining when another drop of sticky sweetness dripped onto your collarbone, trickling down between your chest. 

“Here, I have-mmphhh” Sam’s eyes grew wide, his sentence cut off midway with Bucky’s hand slamming his mouth shut, muffling his voice. Bucky grabbed the pile of napkins that sat on the snack table shoving them under a pile of chip bags. Sam snorted when he saw where Bucky’s eyes were focused, throwing his hands up in defeat and walking far, far away. 

“You are something else” He shook his head while Bucky bit his lip, his mind still occupied over how good you’d taste right now. There was no way he was going to let you clean yourself up with a lousy tissue paper when he was right there. He quietly slipped away while you scanned the area for something, anything to wipe off the mess but there was nothing in sight. 

“Where the hell did they all go” You grumbled to yourself  as you walked into the kitchen from the patio, not a single paper towel or napkin in sight. All the dish towels had disappeared, even the kitchen roll had vanished into thin air. You groaned, deciding to wash off in the bathroom, making your way down the hall instead. 

You yelped as a hand grabbed you, trapping you against the wall, pretty blue eyes staring down at you. 

“Bucky what are you-

“Shhhh” His arms caged you in, chest just ghosting against yours, “You’re somethin’ else, y’know that?” 

“Bucky” You squeaked as he smirked, biting his lip, his eyes flicking from your mouth, down your neck, to your cleavage, following the sweet trail that ran down your tummy. 

“Were you lookin’ for something doll?” He whispered while you gave him a tiny nod, your voice caught in your throat. The last thing you wanted was for him to see you like this, with ice cream drops all over you, running around to clean off. 

“T-tissue” 

“For?” He cocked an eye brow, tilting your chin up with his thumb while you refused to meet his eyes, your face growing hot. 

“Clean up the ice cream” Your eyes widened when he shook his head, keeping you in place. 

“Don’t think so babydoll, M’gonna clean you up and you’re gonna be a good girl and be keep still for me” His tongue darted out to swipe across the corner of your lips before trailing down to your chin, peppering soft kisses along each drop of cream that touched your skin. You whimpered as he continued down, gently licking between the valley of your breasts, not living a single drop of vanilla behind. 

You couldn’t process a single thing happening, blood coursing through your body causing a dull buzz to drown out any other sound other than his devious tongue lapping you up. You squeezed your thighs tightly together, hoping he wouldn’t be able to tell how soaked you were, your breath hitching in your throat as he dropped to his knees, his nose nudged against your needy clothed core. 

“Jamie” You squeaked out when he looked up at you with his devilish smirk, softly nipping your hip before pressing his fingers between your legs, feeling your dampness soak through. 

“Oh sugar, you’re even messier down here” He groaned, pulling your bikini bottoms to the side before tossing your thigh over his shoulder, diving straight into your folds. He didn’t give you a chance to register what was happening, immediately latching onto your clit, alternating between dipping his tongue into you and suckling. “God, you taste so sweet baby, better than all the cream you covered yourself in”

“B-Bucky!” Your head hit the wall, moaning as he dove in again, growling at your hand came down to tug at his short locks. He couldn’t help himself, pulling his cock out, jerking himself to your taste and pretty noises, precum glistening at the head. 

“That’s right princess, get my face all messy, want you to soak my cock next” He stood up, hoisting you and wrapping your legs around his waist. He pushed your bathing suit bottoms aside, rubbing the silky head of his cock through your folds before letting it catch against your entrance. He groaned at the feeling your pussy already clenching and throbbing, trying to pull him in already.

“Fuck, Bucky, do-do something” You pleaded, your heels digging into his ass, nails clawing at his back while he started to push into you. You cried out at the stretch, gasping as he started to thrust without giving you any time to adjust. 

“You that needy, sweets? Already wanna be pounded like this?” He grunted in your ear, letting out a dark chuckle at the way your walls fluttered around him. “You look fuckin’ beautiful like this petal but I’ll tell you what I wanna see baby, wanna see this gorgeous little face covered in my cream. You know how pretty you looked eating your little treats outside? Making a sticky mess all over yourself like a dumb baby, can’t even keep herself clean? You know how badly I wanted to pull my cock out and jerk my cum onto your face, get you real fuckin’ messy?” 

“OH GOD-” You bit down onto his shoulder, tears streaking down your face as he started to fuck you harder, shoving his cock all the way in, barely pulling out, making sure you could feel him in your belly. He grasped onto you harder while one hand trailed between your bodies to play with your clit, rubbing and flicking it till you were sobbing from pleasure. 

“You like that huh baby, you fuckin’ love it” He growled, fucking you harder while you cried out, milking his cock as your orgasm ripped through your body. He gritted his teeth, willing himself not to cum, fucking you through your high before the selfish side of him took over. 

“M’gonna get what I want, get on your knees petal, suck my cock” He growled, yanking his cock out of you and pushing you to the floor, his leaky tip covered in your mixed arousal. You wrapped your hand around his length, giving him long hard strokes while you pushed the tip between your soft lips, your tongue swirling around in circles. “That’s right, look at you baby, putting that little tongue to good use, knew you’d be so good at sucking dick, knew that innocent mouth would take it so good” 

You doubled down, letting your hand alternate between cupping his balls and stroking him, humming contently at the way he got harder, the veins in his cock throbbing on your tongue. Bucky growled, his balls pulling up to his body, abs tensed as you laved at his slit, slobbering all over his length as if his cock in your mouth kept you alive. 

“Oh-oh fuck that’s it, m’gonna make you look so pretty baby, cover you up with me. C’mon pretty girl, lemme see how beautiful you’d look with my cream on your face, jerk my cock sweets, that's it-that’s it” His hand came down to grasp at your hair, tipping your head up and pulling you off his cock, his hand guiding you to jerk the head of his cock. You stuck your tongue out, batting your lashes at him while he let out a deep groan, his cock growing stiffer in your hand, a string of pre-cum falling onto your lips.

“M’gonna-fuck-gonna cum baby, gonna cum, you’re gonna look perfect, s’fuckin’perfect with my cream, fuckfuckshit-HNGGG UGHH!!” His warm cum shot onto your face in ropes, white cream covering your cheeks, nose, chin and lips. You gasped as more dripped out, while needy whined slipped past Bucky’s lips, his hand coming down to squeeze out every drop. “Oh fuck petal, you look pretty, fuck me baby” Bucky bit his lip, letting his softening cock drag across your face, the tip tracing through his cum, getting it all over your face. He let his cock drag through more of his cum, smearing it on your neck, ensuring there wasn’t a dry spot on your face, practically rutting his semi hard length onto your face until he was fully spent. 

He pulled you up, licking a fat stripe up along your neck to your cheek, gathering his cum onto his tongue before squeezing your cheeks together, making your lips pout open. He spat into your mouth, groaning at the way you moaned, swallowing his load. You looked at him with doe eyes, tugging his hand when he went to tuck his cock back in, pouting while he chuckled at your needy expression. 

“What is it baby” He gave you a smirk, hissing when you squeezed his balls, his cock already twitching again. 

“Wan more” You whined, pulling him in for a filthy kiss, letting his tongue into your mouth, your tongues tasting more of each other. 

“Don’t worry my pretty petal, gonna fill you up with my cream next” 

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[crossthread]

making myself physically ill over stucky like its 2016

[her-soliloquies]

What, a handshake? Fuck you, just hug already!

- Me watching mota part nine waiting with bated breath for the bucks to hug

[bellathepoet]

all a man needs is a little smirk and some blood on his face and im his

[5ummit]

It’s been 7 years since Civil War and I still mourn for the Bucky Barnes story we should’ve gotten.

I mourn for how quickly they showed him integrated back into society after CATWS. One moment he’s almost killing his best friend... and the next moment he’s living on his own and seems just fine. Sure, he’s a little quiet and awkward and sad, but he’s mostly pretty normal. Outside of the first half of Civil War, there’s very little evidence at all that would lead anyone to believe Bucky used to be the world’s most feared assassin, who was trained and molded into the perfect weapon through unimaginable pain and psychological manipulation. This man spent the better part of his life as a ruthless, mindless killing machine programmed to do nothing more than follow orders. You don’t just walk away from that without being fundamentally and irreversibly psychologically altered. Even the removal of the trigger words wouldn’t change that.

To clarify, I’m not talking about his lingering feelings of guilt and sadness. I think Seb has done a great job with getting that part across at least. I’m talking about his behavior. About way he interacts with other people and how he handles situations. He doesn’t act like a formerly-brainwashed ex-assassin who was treated as less than human for literal decades and who, by all accounts, should have the most severe form of PTSD known to man.

I just don’t buy the Bucky we see post-CATWS and particularly post-Civil-War. I don’t buy that Bucky would be joking around and flirting and basically acting like Just Some Guy – a grumpy guy but still Just Some Guy – and his recent haircut sure isn’t helping the situation either. That he wouldn’t always be a little bit on edge, a little bit animal (kinda like the way we see him at the beginning of Civil War but then never again). That being in the heat of battle wouldn’t sometimes make him either shut down or completely snap and go into a violent fugue state where he subconsciously reverts back to the brutally efficient methods of the Winter Soldier (we almost got this in TFATWS but they couldn’t commit).

Now maybe he received some absolutely incredible therapy in Wakanda. Maybe it worked wonders on him! The problem is I don’t buy it because I never saw it. I never got to see him struggle to learn how to be a person again. I never got to see him fight back against the thing Hydra turned him into.

It just sucks because I love everything about the concept of Bucky and the Winter Soldier, but the parts they’ve chosen not to show or address are, in my opinion, the most interesting parts of his character. But more than that, the lack of follow through and disconnect between what he was and who he seems to be now makes it really hard for me to see him as a fully-realized person in canon. It’s like my brain registers perfectly who he was in CATFA/CATWS and even kinda sorta now in TFATWS, but there’s this giant chasm in between them that mentally feels like fuzzy static.

How long did it take him to fully shake off the brainwashing and conditioning? When did he start thinking of himself as a human being with agency again? Did he ever have to fight the desire to return to Hydra, the only thing he’s known for 70 years, or was it an easy choice? How long did it take him to start recovering his memories? Has he recovered all of them? Does he now remember everything that happened before and during his time at Hydra? How long did it take him to stop flinching at every sound and expecting Hydra to track him down? How long did it take him to relearn how to interact with people like a normal person? How did he afford food and shelter between CATWS and CACW? How and why did he end up in Romania? Did he travel there immediately after CATWS or did he live somewhere else first? Did he get actual therapy in Wakanda or did they just work their science-magic to remove the trigger words and send him on his way? Is the the soldier still in there? Does he still have to consciously stop himself from using deadly force every time he’s in a fight? Is that why he deliberately avoids carrying any weapons now?

I have so many questions.

Fortunately we have fic and fanon to help fill the void but we shouldn’t have to. Bucky Barnes is one of the most interesting and unique characters to ever exist. There’s so much good stuff to dig into here and it’s been wasted.

They squandered the original opportunity to explore this part of his character when they turned Cap 3 into an Iron Man film, a decision I will forever be mad about (fuck you RDJ/Tony for stealing Bucky’s movie), but they finally had the perfect chance to make up for that with TFATWS! Bucky was getting his own show (6 hours of content!), and with it, plenty of time to really dig into his psyche and lingering trauma! I had hoped to see him relapsing a bit and falling into old patterns. Or maybe being triggered by something and having a panic attack. Or even just talking about his time in Hydra and how it felt to be used like that and his struggles to regain his humanity afterwards (instead they fucking gave Hawkeye the emotional “I was a weapon” speech that Bucky rightfully deserved). But other than that opening nightmare, a few brief teasing lines from Zemo about the solider still being in there (which was never followed through on), and the shittiest excuse for “therapy” I’ve ever seen, we really got nothing.

From everything they’ve shown us, and particularly from the ending of TFATWS, it’s clear Marvel believes Bucky has already “healed” and there’s little left to discuss or explore and it makes me incredibly sad.

[denebolablack]

Okay, can we talk about how this quote is literally the whole Tony's life? Like he was a genius, and he definitely grew up too fast for his age (damn, he was in MIT at the age of FOURTEEN). He always keeps learning and remembering things he wish he didn't, the kind of things that would haunt him at night, the kidn of things that would make him feel useless cuz there are things that he just CAN'T stop even if he tries. But at the same time, he WANTS to know things because he needs control, especially after Afghanistan (because when he let other people control things, his weapons were sold to terrorists and he almost died).

So Tony Stark wants to know everything because he needs control, but he hates knowing everything because there are some things that he just CAN'T fix no matter how hard he tries.

And he can't let go of that.

He can't lose control.

Because when he loses control, people die.

He is a control freak because he is afraid of trust again because when he trust people, they betray him or they get hurt.

[cheynovak]

Shadows of the Past

Soldier boy x F/Reader (Y/N Barnes)  & Bucky Barnes ( Brother)  

Warnings: Angst, Aggression, nothing to extreme 

Side note: English isn’t my first language.    

*Multiverse: between MCU and The boys* 

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Story: 

1941

In the heart of Brooklyn, nestled among the bustling streets and towering buildings, lived Y/N Barnes, the younger sister of James Buchanan Barnes, known to many as Bucky. At the age of seventeen, Y/N was a senior at Brooklyn High School, where she spent her days immersed in books and dreams of adventure. 

But amid the ordinary rhythm of school and homework, she was like any other teenage girl, and so there was one person who made her heart race like no other – Ben, the mysterious and enigmatic badboy who will later be known as Soldier boy.  

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From the moment Y/N first laid eyes on him, she knew that he was different, someone who saw the world through a lens of possibility and adventure. 

But there was one person who didn't share Y/N's enthusiasm for Ben, her older brother, Bucky. He always thought of Ben as a bully since he had a fight with Steve once.  

Bucky had been fiercely overprotective of Y/N, his concerns for her safety drove her insane. She couldn’t understand why but she let him be, but knowing he meant well.  

Y/N wasn’t what we would call popular girl, she always stood in shadows. But she did have a crush on Ben, a guy the same age as her older brother. But she knew Bucky wouldn’t like that. Besides that, in high school Ben never dated the younger girls. So, he never noticed her back then.  

Y/N Barnes strolled through the crowd of the Brooklyn youth at the carnival, her laughter mingling with the joyful sounds of the bustling fair. Beside her walked her brother Bucky and his friend Steve, their easy camaraderie a comforting presence in the sea of strangers. 

Ben and his pals stood by the Ferris wheel as he watched Y/N weave through the colourful chaos of the carnival, he couldn't help but feel as though he was seeing her for the first time. Sure, he had known of her existence, she was Bucky's younger sister, after all. But until that moment, she had been just another face in the crowded halls of their high school.  

As he watched her laugh and joke with Bucky and Steve, there was something about her that captivated him in a way he couldn't quite explain. She was no longer just a young girl tagging along with her older brother. She had a newfound glace of womanhood over her.  

“Don’t do it man.” Ben heard his friends say. “She isn’t worth the trouble with Barnes.” Ignoring the cautionary whispers of doubt, he made his decision, determined to seize the opportunity before it slipped away. 

As Bucky and Steve became momentarily engrossed in the sights and sounds of the carnival, Ben saw his chance. With a steadying breath, he stepped forward, closing the distance between himself and Y/N with purposeful strides. 

"Hey," he called out, his voice carrying over the din of the bustling fairgrounds. Y/N turned toward him, her eyes widening in surprise as she registered his approach. Y/N looked around seeing is he was talking to her before answering. "Hi," she replied, her voice tinged with curiosity.  

"I, uh, I just wanted to say hi," Ben continued, his words stumbling slightly as he fought to keep his nerves at bay. "I've seen you around school, but I've never really had the chance to talk to you before."  

"Well, I don’t blame you." she quipped, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "I figured you were too busy with all your other girlfriends to notice little old me." Ben couldn't help but chuckle at Y/N's boldness, she caught him off guard in the best possible way. 

Ben stepped closer "Trust me, none of those other girls even come close," he replied, his voice low as he locked eyes with her. "You're something special, Y/N Barnes." 

“Hey, leave her alone asshole.” Their conversation interrupted the moment Bucky caught sight of them. His expression darkened, a storm brewing behind his steely gaze as he stormed over to where they stood. "Come on Y/N, we're leaving," Bucky declared, his voice sharp with anger as he grabbed her arm, his grip tight. 

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at her brother's sudden appearance. "Hey, man, I didn't mean any harm," Ben said, his voice calm but firm. "Just wanted to say hi, that's all." But Bucky's anger simmered beneath the surface, his protective instincts overriding any sense of reason as he levelled a fierce glare at Ben. 

"You said it, now go, I don't want you anywhere near my sister," he spat, toe to toe, his words cutting through the air like a knife. "You stay away from her, understand?" “And what if she wants to talk to me?” Ben answered cocky before looking at Y/N.  

Y/N watched as his friends crossed the street, "Bucky, please," she implored, her voice gentle but firm, “Let’s go.” Knowing he might take on Ben alone, but 3 against one. She tugged his arm looking at Steve for help. “Come on Buck, he isn’t worth it.” 

“Yeah, listen to the midget. And run along.” Ben’s voice followed you. Bucky's blood boiled at Ben's audacity, his temper flaring as the younger man's words cut through him like a knife. Without a second thought, he spun around, his fist connecting with Ben's face with a sickening thud. 

It took Ben a second to straighten his back. He could taste the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. Just when he wanted to return the punch Y/N places herself between the men, facing Ben. “Don’t.” she said firm.  

Ben’s green eyes pierce through her. “You’re lucky your sister is here Barnes, I don’t hit girls.” He said still looking at Y/N. “Take him away.” he said now to her. Once around the corner Y/N broke the silence. "What the hell, Bucky?" she demanded, her voice trembling with anger. "Are you insane three to one?!" 

Bucky's expression was grim as he met his sister's gaze, his own anger simmering just below the surface. “What was I supposed to do? He talked shit about Steve.” Y/N pinched her nose. “How about not interfere or if you do be nice?”  

“I don’t want him to talk to you! He is a ladies man, a player.” “Takes one to know one, right?” she bit back. Once they reached their house, she runs inside ignoring her brother. “Goodnight Steve” she hugged him before going to bed.  

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The next day 

As the school bell rang, signalling the end of another day of classes, Ben made his way to the gates, his heart pounding with anticipation. He had waited anxiously all day for this moment, hoping that Y/N would show up. As he approached the school gates, he couldn't help but notice the girls walking past him. 

All trying to get his attention with flirtatious giggles and batting eyelashes. But Ben barely spared them a glance, his eyes scanning the crowd for one person and one person only. 

And then, he saw her, standing at the edge of the crowd, her expression a mixture of surprise and curiosity as she caught sight of him. Ben's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, his pulse quickening as he made his way toward her, pushing through the crowd with determined strides. 

"Y/N," he called out, his voice filled with relief and excitement. "I was hoping I'd see you." Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at his words, her cheeks flushing with colour as she met his gaze. "I... I didn't expect to see you here," she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. 

Ben smiled, his heart swelling with warmth at the sight of her. "I wanted to talk to you," he said earnestly, taking a step closer to her. "Can we go somewhere quieter?" She nodded, feeling his hand on her lower back as he walked her through the crowd. She couldn’t help but to notice how everyone looked at them. Thinking Ben still has a way of getting attention at this high school without trying. Knowing Bucky will find out soon enough. 

As Ben and Y/N stepped into the cozy diner, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon enveloped them, wrapping them in a warm embrace as they made their way to a secluded booth in the corner. 

And as he settled into the worn vinyl seat, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him in the presence of Y/N. "I come here whenever I need to clear my head," Ben explained, gesturing around the diner with a fond smile. "It's like my home away from home."  

"It's cozy," she remarked, her voice soft with appreciation. 

A waitress approached their table, her pen poised and ready to take their order. Ben glanced at Y/N with a playful grin, knowing exactly what she would want. 

"Two milkshakes, please," he said, his gaze never leaving Y/N's as he placed their order. Y/N's cheeks flushed with surprise at his gesture, her heart fluttering with warmth at the thoughtfulness of his choice. 

"You didn't have to do that," she protested softly, her eyes meeting his with gratitude. But Ben simply shrugged, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he leaned back in his seat. "Consider it a peace offering," he replied, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "After all, I did get punched in the face yesterday." 

“Which means I have to buy you, not the other way around.” He leaned forward “I mean the date sweetheart.” That nickname left her flustered. As they settled into easy conversation, sipping on their milkshakes and sharing stories Y/N got lost track of time.  

It wasn't until a glance at the clock on the wall revealed the lateness of the hour that Y/N realized just how much time had passed. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the late hour. 

"Oh my gosh, I had no idea it was so late," she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief as she turned to Ben. He chuckled softly, a warm smile playing at the corners of his lips as he met her gaze. "Time flies when you're having fun," he replied, his voice filled with warmth and affection. Y/N couldn't help but smile at his words, her heart fluttering.  

“Let me walk you home.” Ben got up, taking her coat holding it for her like a real gentlemen. As Ben and Y/N walked through the quiet streets of Brooklyn, the night air crisp and cool around them, Y/N couldn't shake the nagging question that had been weighing on her mind since their conversation at the diner. 

"Ben," she began, her voice breaking the comfortable silence between them. "I've been meaning to ask... why do you act like such a bully sometimes?" Ben's steps faltered slightly at her question, his expression clouding over with a mixture of sadness and regret.  

He sighed heavily, his gaze fixed on the ground as he struggled to find the right words. "It's... complicated," he admitted finally. She is quiet but Ben feels the awkwardness. "My dad... he's not a good person," Ben began slowly, his voice tinged with bitterness. "He's... he's abusive, since my mom died it, just got worse." 

"I'm so sorry, Ben," she murmured, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand in a silent gesture of support. Ben offered her a small, grateful smile before continuing. 

"I guess I've always felt like I had to be tough, you know?" he confessed, his gaze distant as he spoke. "Like if I showed any weakness, he'd... it just make things worse." 

"But that's not an excuse for how I've treated people sometimes," Ben added quickly, his voice filled with remorse. 

As they reached her house she turns to him as she reached out to gently touch his arm. "It's okay, Ben," she said softly, her voice filled with compassion. "We all have our struggles, I won’t tell a soul.” She promises him. 

A tension crackled between them, thick with unspoken emotions. Y/N's heart raced as Ben closed the space between them. His intent clear in the gentle brush of his lips against hers. 

But just as their breath mingled in the space between them, Y/N gently pulled away. "Ben, wait," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur, but firm with conviction. Ben's brow furrowed in confusion, his eyes searching hers for answers as he took a step back, giving her space. "What is it?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. 

Y/N took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. 

"If you truly want to be with me, you need to stop bullying Steve or fight with my brother," she declared, her voice unwavering despite the flutter of nerves in her stomach. “They are important to me.”  

Ben nods, agreeing to her terms with a renewed determination to prove himself worthy of her trust. Feeling the warmth of Y/N's lips against his cheek, Ben's heart skipped a beat, a rush of tenderness washing over him at the simple gesture of affection. 

As Ben watched Y/N walking to the door call out to her. "Wait," he called after her, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. Y/N turned back, her gaze meeting his with a curious tilt of her head. "When will I see you again?  

She smiles soft, eyes glistering, flirting, “Goodnight Ben. “Goodnight sweetheart.” And as he made his way home, a flicker of hope burned bright within him.  

Y/N stepped through the front door, the warmth of the house enveloping her as she entered. But her sense of comfort was quickly replaced by a wave of anxiety as she was met with the stern gaze of her mother, her arms crossed and her expression one of unmistakable displeasure. 

"Where have you been, young lady?" her mother demanded, her voice sharp with concern. Y/N swallowed nervously, her mind racing for an explanation that wouldn't land her in even more trouble. "I... I was out with a friend," she stammered, her voice tinged with guilt. 

Her mother's brow furrowed in frustration, her disapproval evident in the set of her jaw. "You were supposed to be home hours ago," she scolded, her voice rising with each word. "Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" 

"I'm sorry, Mom," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I lost track of time." Her mother's expression softened slightly at her apology, but the worry in her eyes remained. 

"Just... don't let it happen again," she said sternly, her tone softened by a hint of maternal concern. Y/N nodded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she hung her head in shame as she walked to her room.  

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the sound of her brother's voice outside the door, his tone tinged with a mixture of concern and disapproval. "Come in," she called out, her voice barely above a whisper as she braced herself for the conversation to come. Bucky pushed open the door, his expression stern as he entered her room, his gaze fixed on her with unwavering intensity. 

"This friend of yours... was it Ben?" he asked bluntly, his tone leaving no room for evasion. Y/N's heart sank at the question, her guilt washing over her in a tidal wave of anxiety. "Yes," she admitted reluctantly, her voice barely audible. She never lied to him why would she now.  

Bucky's jaw clenched at her response, his frustration evident in the tight set of his shoulders. "I don't like it, Y/N," he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "He's trouble, and I don't want you getting mixed up with him." 

"But he's not like that," she protested weakly, her voice tinged with uncertainty. 

Bucky remained unmoved, his expression unyielding as he met her gaze with a steely resolve. "I don't care," he insisted, his voice firm but tinged with concern. "I won't have you getting hurt because of him." 

She had to make Bucky understand that Ben wasn't the person he thought he was, that there was more to him than the facade of a troublemaker. "Ben promised to stop teasing Steve," she blurred out.  

Bucky's brow furrowed at Y/N's suggestion, “why?” He knew that stopping his teasing of Steve had a price. "He's trying to change, Bucky. I believe him." Bucky shook his head. “I better not see you two together.” he said as he walked out the door. 

-- 

Y/N found herself walking along the winding paths, the soft crunch of fallen leaves beneath her feet. Her heart raced with anticipation as she made her way to their secret meeting spot at the park, a secluded clearing nestled among the trees where she and Ben had shared countless conversations and stolen moments together over the past few weeks. 

Ben, who stood waiting for her with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. His arms were laden with a picnic basket and a blanket spread out on the ground, a small feast laid out before them. 

"Surprise," he said with a grin, his voice filled with excitement. Y/N's heart fluttered at the sight of him, her cheeks flushing with warmth at his thoughtful gesture. 

"You didn't have to do all this," she protested, her voice tinged with gratitude. 

But Ben simply shook his head, his gaze unwavering as he met hers with a gentle smile. "I wanted to," he replied softly. "I wanted today to be special.” 

As the gentle breeze rustled through the trees, casting dappled shadows across the picnic blanket, Y/N's gaze fell upon the faint cut that marred Ben's otherwise flawless complexion. Her heart clenched with concern at the sight, a pang of worry coursing through her veins. 

"Ben, what happened to your face?" she asked, her voice soft but tinged with concern. Ben's smile faltered slightly at her question, his eyes flickering with uncertainty as he hesitated to answer. 

"Oh, it's nothing," he replied casually, attempting to brush off her concern with a dismissive wave of his hand. But Y/N wasn't convinced, her brow furrowing in concern as she reached out to gently touch the cut. "It doesn't look like nothing," she insisted, her voice filled with sincerity. "Have you been fighting again?" She asked disappointed.  

Ben's expression softened at her words, a flicker of guilt crossing his features as he met her gaze with unwavering honesty. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "I got into a scuffle with some guys. It's stupid, really." 

"You promised me you'd stop fighting," she stated, her tone tinged with disappointment. Ben's gaze faltered at her words, a flicker of guilt crossing his features as he met her unwavering stare. "I promised to stop bullying Steve," he countered, his voice tinged with defensiveness. 

Y/N sighed softly, her frustration evident in the furrow of her brow. 

"But getting into fights is just as bad," she argued, her voice soft but filled with conviction. “Why do you want me to change Y/N?” Y/N's heart sank at Ben's question. 

"Because I care about you, Ben," she replied softly, her voice tinged with emotion. "I don't want to see you get hurt." “I don't understand why you can't accept me, like I accept you," he confessed, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "You're a geek, and I’m still sitting here with you. While I could have chosen popular girls." 

Y/N's heart sank at Ben's defensive words. "Ben, that's not fair," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness. But Ben shook his head, his expression hardened with frustration as he met her gaze with unwavering intensity. 

"Isn't it?" he countered, his voice laced with bitterness. "You're always hanging out with your geeky friends, talking about stuff I don't understand. Maybe I'd rather be with someone who actually gets me. Instead of nagging about what I did."  

Y/N's heart shattered at Ben's hurtful words, the tears gathering in her eyes. "Fine!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion. "If that's what you want, then go find those girls!" With a heavy heart, Y/N turned away from Ben, her tears blurring her vision as she fled from the park, desperate to escape the sting of his rejection. 

As Ben approached Y/N's house late that night, his heart weighed heavy with remorse for his hurtful words and actions. He knew he had crossed a line, and the thought of the pain he had caused Y/N gnawed at him. 

With a shaky breath, he reached out to knock on the door, his hand trembling with nerves. But before he could make contact, the door swung open to reveal Bucky, his expression cold and unwelcoming. 

"What are you doing here?" Bucky demanded, his voice sharp with suspicion. 

Ben swallowed hard, his guilt weighing heavily on his shoulders as he met Bucky's gaze. "I... I need to talk to Y/N," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.  

"She doesn't want to see you," he replied firmly. Ben's heart sank at Bucky's words, the weight of his rejection hitting him like a ton of bricks. He knew he had messed up, but he couldn't bear the thought of losing Y/N.  

"I just need to talk to her," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. "Please." 

Bucky's expression hardening with determination as he stepped forward to block Ben's path. "I said leave," he growled, his voice laced with warning. "Before I make you." 

“I’ll leave if she tells me to.” Bucky's stern gaze softened at Ben's words. "Fine," Bucky relented, his voice softer than before. "Wait here." 

With a nod, Bucky retreated into the house, leaving Ben standing alone on the doorstep. Minutes ticked by like hours as Ben waited anxiously, until he hears her voice. "What is it, Buck?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. 

But before Bucky could respond, Ben stepped forward, his gaze locked on Y/N's.  

"I need to talk to you," he blurted out, his voice tinged with urgency. "Please, just hear me out." "Ben, I appreciate that you want to talk," she began, her voice tinged with hesitation. "But I think it's best if you leave." Ben's heart sank at her words, the weight of her rejection hitting him like a ton of bricks. 

“But.. I...” he looks at Bucky and then back at her. "I understand," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for bothering you."  

--  

Y/N sat in the dimly lit kitchen, her heart heavy with sorrow as she replayed the events of the evening in her mind. The ache of her recent breakup with Ben weighed heavily on her.  

Lost in her thoughts, Y/N was startled when Bucky entered the kitchen, his expression serious as he made his way over to her side. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of what was to come. 

"Hey," Bucky began, his voice quiet but determined. "I need to talk to you about something." Y/N nodded, her heart pounding with apprehension as she waited for him to continue. "I've made a decision," Bucky continued, his gaze unwavering as he met her eyes with a sense of resolve. "I'm going to join the army." 

She knew how much joining the army meant to Bucky, how it had always been his dream to serve his country. But she couldn't help but worry about the dangers that lay ahead, the uncertainty of what the future might hold. "Bucky, are you sure about this?" Y/N asked, her voice tinged with concern.  

"It's a big decision." Bucky nodded, his expression serious but resolute. 

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," he replied firmly. "But there's something I need to ask of you before I go." "Of course," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "Anything." 

Bucky took a deep breath, his gaze softening as he met her eyes with a sense of gratitude. "I need you to take care of Steve," he said quietly, his words heavy with meaning. "I need to know that he'll be okay while I'm gone. That you’ll be okay." 

She nodded in response.  

And as they sat together in the quiet of the kitchen, the weight of their shared responsibilities hanging heavy in the air between them. "I can't help but notice you've been down lately. Is everything okay?" 

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the pain that weighed heavily on her soul. She forced a small smile, with a dismissive wave of her hand. 

"I'm fine, Bucky," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness. "Just going through some stuff." Bucky nodded, his gaze softening with empathy as he took a seat beside her at the kitchen table. He knew she meant the break up.  

"Listen, Y/N," he said quietly, his tone gentle but earnest. "Why don't you give Steve a chance?" he asked gently, his voice tinged with sincerity. "Bucky, Steve's like a brother to me," Y/N replied, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "I couldn't imagine going on a date with him." 

Bucky raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. 

"Sure, sure," he teased, his tone playful. "But you can't deny that you've got a thing for blond guys." Y/N rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. 

"Okay, maybe I have a type," she admitted with a shrug. "But that doesn't mean I'm interested in Steve that way." Bucky chuckled softly, his gaze warm with amusement as he regarded her fondly. "Fair enough," he conceded.  

"But you never know what might happen if you give him a chance." Y/N shook her head, a soft laugh escaping her lips at Bucky's persistence. "Thanks, Bucky," she said sincerely. "But I think I'll pass on you setting Steve up with me." 

Bucky grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned back in his chair. "Suit yourself, kid" he replied with a playful wink.  

-- 

As Bucky and Steve excitedly discussed at the Stark Expo, Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for the carefree days of her past relationship with Ben. She had heard rumours that he was considering joining the military, but seeing him in uniform at the expo brought a wave of mixed emotions crashing over her. 

"Hey, Y/N, are you coming with us?" Bucky asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. Y/N hesitated, torn between her desire to follow her friends at the expo and her need to talk to Ben. But ultimately, she knew that she couldn't let Ben slip away without at least trying to talk to him. 

"I'll catch up with you guys later," she replied, offering Bucky and Steve a small smile. "There's someone I need to talk to first." Finally, she spotted him standing near one of the military displays, his expression stoic. She approached him cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared herself for the conversation ahead. 

"Ben," she called out softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Ben turned to face her, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of her. "Y/N," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "What are you doing here?" 

Y/N took a deep breath, her nerves getting the better of her as she struggled to find the right words. "I heard about the military," she began hesitantly. "Is it true? Are you really going to enlist?" Ben nodded, his gaze fixed on the ground as he wrestled with his emotions. 

"Yeah," he admitted quietly. "I've been thinking about it for a while now. It's something I need to do." She pleaded with him, her voice trembling with desperation, begging him not to go. "Ben, please," she implored, her eyes brimming with tears. "Don't do this. I can't bear to see you leave." 

He reached out to gently cup her face in his hands, his touch tender in its reassurance. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "But I have to do this. It’s the only way to make my old man proud.” Y/N shook her head, her heart aching with sorrow as she struggled to come to terms with the reality of their situation. 

"But what about me, Ben?" she cried, her voice cracking with emotion. "What about us?" Ben's gaze softened with sympathy, his thumb brushing away the tears that stained her cheeks. "I'll come back for you, Y/N," he promised earnestly. "I swear it.” 

As Ben turned to leave, a sense of finality settling over them, Y/N couldn't bear the thought of letting him go without one last gesture of love. With a surge of courage, she stepped forward and gently pressed her lips to his, pouring all of her love and longing into the fleeting kiss. 

When they finally pulled away, their breaths mingling in the space between them, Ben's eyes searched hers with a mixture of surprise and vulnerability. 

"Does this mean you forgive me?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with uncertainty. 

Yes, Ben," she replied earnestly, her voice filled with conviction. "I forgive you." 

And as they stood together in the midst of the bustling expo, their hands intertwined, and their hearts entwined. Ben grabs her cheeks and kisses her again.  

As Ben and Y/N shared their passionate kiss, lost in the whirlwind of emotion and desire, they were unaware of the eyes that watched them from across the room. Bucky and Steve stood frozen in surprise, their gazes locked on the scene unfolding before them. 

Bucky and Steve exchanged a meaningful glance, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. Despite their initial surprise, they couldn't deny the depth of Ben and Y/N's connection, nor the sincerity of their feelings for each other. 

Ben looked up meeting Bucky’s eyes. With a nod of acceptance, Bucky and Steve welcomed Ben into their circle, only to please Y/N. Her heart was aching, knowing she had to send the two man she cared about to war. Well, three but she didn't know that yet. But tonight was full of laughs, music and dances. 

--

Present day

Ben walked through the streets of New York, trying to understand what happened.  "I'm glad we finally found you." A familiar voice said.

As he turned around, he finally saw two faces he recognised. “Barnes, Rogers.” He said relieved and yet firm. “You need to come with us.” Steve said, “We need to fill you in what happened the last 40 years.”  

“But first,” Bucky walked up to Ben pushing him to the wall behind him. “You need to tell me what happened to my sister.”  

To be continued...  

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[3twindragons]

Some after mission ahhh * cough * ...cuddling?

.... "rough cuddling" ?

[l223m0nade]

Quiet Bucky Who Doesn’t Live With Steve bc he’s still a little feral and WS-y sickfic

Steve didn’t like bad guys messing with New Yorkers, but he did like being able to protect his city. And for the last few months, there had been another reason to enjoy hometown missions.

“Tell our mystery pal thanks for the assist,” Sam said dryly as he finished his sweep to confirm everything was contained, which it was, in part thanks to perfectly aimed shots winging the two jerks at separate control stations directing the big insectlike robots. Clint hadn’t been available for last-minute sniper support, but Steve had said “I might know someone,” and everyone had sort of nodded in vague acceptance and ignored his possibly over-eager tone. The Winter Soldier was still officially at large, whereabouts unknown. Unofficially the search had petered out.

“Thanks for the help,” he murmured into his earpiece— set to an encrypted channel. “Specially on short notice like this.”

After a short pause the reply came, soft, “…You had ‘em on the ropes.” Steve barked a surprised laugh, unable to stop himself from scanning nearby rooftops though he knew he’d see nothing. “Was in the neighborhood anyhow.”

“Feel like sticking around?” Steve tried for casual. “Got nothing going on after this myself. It’s soup weather.” It was freezing, and drizzling in a way that looked light from indoors but soaked you if you were out in it for more than a few minutes. He bit back the words where do you stay, is it warm and dry enough there, just come home with me, but he thought them loudly.

A longer pause this time, but then, “It is, huh. Yeah. Yeah, alright Rogers,” and Steve couldn’t help the grin stretching across his face. Wherever Bucky was hidden, he was clearly in his sights, because he heard a husky chuckle. “Sap,” came the parting shot. “See you there.”

“Roger that,” Steve said, mock-serious, and won the sound of another laugh starting before the commlink cut out. He was allowed to be a little happy, he thought as he hopped on his bike and headed to his Brooklyn apartment. He hadn’t seen Bucky in over two weeks. Trauma and justified paranoia and unfairly dubious legal status combined to mean that Bucky couldn’t yet handle anyone knowing where he slept. For a long time Steve’s only contact with him consisted of mysterious sniper shots obliterating enemies about to get the drop on Steve and Sam as they hunted Hydra remnants down, but over the summer by tacit agreement they had both settled —for a given value of the word— back in New York. And now they talked on the phone, and sometimes Bucky provided don’t-ask-don’t-tell overwatch on missions, and sometimes he came by Steve’s place for meals and company. Steve worried about him constantly, and missed his steady physical presence as he had since before the ice, but Bucky was getting by the best way he had, and he would respect that, no matter what.

If Bucky hadn’t picked up his call or agreed to come over he probably would have spent the night staring at the cold rain out the window, but that was nobody’s business but his own. He opened the door to his apartment, nudged the thermostat, and began pulling out the ingredients for simple chicken soup, feeling warm inside and out.

Before long there was a soft breath of chilly air, the sound of a window closing, and a quiet throat-clear. He turned and there Bucky was, in the corner of the living room, looking a little tense and sheepish as water dripped from his coat. The sight of him in his apartment gave Steve the immediate sense of all being right in his world. “Hey, pal.”

Bucky gave a small smile in reply. “Sorry, I—” he cleared his throat again, “drippin on your nice floor.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it,” said Steve, hearing his accent come out stronger as it always did around his oldest friend. “I got plenty of towels. I’ll get you some.”

He came back with and armload of fluffy towels as Bucky shrugged out of his coat. “Warm in here,” he murmured, with a little shiver as his body adjusted to the cozy temperature Steve had set.

“Sometimes I’m still surprised at how I can just make my place any temperature I want,” Steve chuckled, “I sure coulda used that back in the day.” Bucky just nodded, a hint of wonder in his face as he took the towel Steve offered. “I pulled some clothes out for you, you may as well let your things dry out while you’re here.” Wet clothes had been one of Bucky’s favorite fussing subjects back in the day, he couldn’t begrudge Steve this.

He did go to change after only a moment’s hesitation. Steve went back to the kitchen area but just hovered there. He wasn’t eavesdropping, he just had super hearing. There was another throat-clear, a sniff, and a husky cough as Bucky changed behind the closed door. He came out a moment later, rubbing his nose absently, wearing the crew neck sweater and thick soft black pants Steve had left out, and quirked an eyebrow. Steve blushed as he realized he’d been staring at the door waiting for it to open.

“I missed you, sue me,” he muttered as he moved toward him. He looked so soft, and still cold. Steve telegraphed before going in for a hug, but Bucky just moved into it with a little sigh, pressing his face into Steve’s shoulder and rubbing a little. He seemed tired. Steve wrapped his arms around him with his own sigh. He was so glad he was here.

Suddenly the shoulders he embraced tensed up with a quiet but sharp inhale, and before either of them could react, a silent “mmp!” of a stifled sneeze was pressed into Steve’s shoulder. Bucky pulled back but only had time to blink once in surprise before his nose visibly twitched. “Dish!” This sneeze, tiny and only a little less held-back, went more or less into Steve’s left pec.

They stared for a second, arms still loosely wrapped around each other. Bucky sniffled, rubbed his nose, muttering “Jesus, sorry” at the same time Steve said “bless you” with a little nonplussed smile. Steve’s cheeks felt warm and Bucky was blushing. His nose was also a faint pink, and he looked pale, with a particular tiredness around his eyes. Steve tucked his damp hair behind his ear to see more clearly, and Bucky shifted under his scrutiny, clearing his throat again with a rasp.

“You sound like— are you sick?”

Bucky started to roll his eyes at Steve, but he had to sniffle, and then his breath caught and his expression changed from exasperation to mild surprise as he stepped back and lifted his bent arm to muffle a soft strong sneeze. “EHh-tschuhh!”

“Aw, Buck,” Steve tutted, sounding like his mother.

“snfff, It’s nothing,” Bucky tried for a casual brush-off, but after a moment under what Sam called his Piercing Earnest Puppy-Dog Gaze he deflated, rubbing his nose on his wrist like it still tickled. “It’s been cold and wet for a week,” he groused in explanation, “sff, guess it got to me.”

“And you were out on that rooftop for hours,” Steve clucked, moving to the kitchen instead of wrapping Bucky up again and not letting go, “siddown. Lucky for you I was already making chicken soup.”

Bucky sat at the counter to watch Steve finish throwing ingredients into the pot. “Ooh, the one meal Steve Rogers can cook? Lucky me is right.”

“I can make breakfast!” Steve replied indignantly. Bucky scoffed, which turned into a little cough and sniffle. “Fine, well, I can make oatmeal. And meatloaf!” He said in triumph.

“Sez y-you...heh,” Steve glanced over to see him blinking up at the kitchen light and scrunching his nose ticklishly, but the sneeze abandoned him at the last minute and he buried his nose in his sleeve to rub itchily with a little growl. It was all fairly adorable.

They kept up the banter as Steve set everything simmering and cleaned up. Bucky kept having to sniffle and rub his nose, which was turning completely pink, and he had to pause with hitching breaths a few times. Steve remembered the war and all the years before— you could always tell when Bucky had a cold and not just a tickle in his nose because he’d spend the first few hours being mercilessly teased by sneezes that refused to manifest and left him blinking pinkly and sniffling like mad.

Eventually Steve took pity on him and rooted around a drawer until he found his small stash of clean folded handkerchiefs. Bucky glanced at what he was being offered with plaintive eyes, trying to get the sneeze to finally come, head tilted up and his metal hand pressing gently on the bridge of his poor nose, taking big, hitching inhales, building up torturously, “ehhHehh…hehhhh…hehh—HEH—…...HEHdjtcschOOoo!”

He’d been unable to focus on anything but the sneeze, so it just got aimed at his wrist and ended up sort of everywhere. He snatched the handkerchief in the second he had before another tickly spraying sneeze overcame him, and caught this one in the soft cloth. “HIHHDtsschuhh! Ohhh, mby god.” He groaned dramatically and blew his nose with relief. Once he’d gotten cleaned up he slumped down to the counter.

“Alright fidne, I’mb sick,” he sighed. Steve felt sorry for him, but he was caught up in warm nostalgia as well. Bucky never held out long with the tough-guy act before getting a bit pitiful. His mom and sisters had loved to fuss over him the rare times he was poorly, and after token resistance Bucky had lapped it up. When he and Steve lived together the dynamic was always Bucky mother-henning him, but Steve had reveled in the few times their roles had reversed. Bucky acting pitiful and Steve coddling him in his sharp bossy way had been one of the ways they flirted when neither really understood what they felt.

Bucky sniffled and Steve could hear the building congestion. He continued grumbling, “ya happy ndow?”

“Well, not that you got a cold, but yeah, Buck, I’m real happy you’re here. No point in a swanky heated apartment if I can’t put you up once in a while.”

“Hmmb.”

“Now cmon, blow your nose again and eat some soup. It’s not Ma’s but it’s as close as I can get it.”

Bucky picked up the crumpled hankie, grimaced, chuckled, then quietly gasped into a smaller sneeze, “hhh-hhh-hHMptshh, ugh, this ain’t gonna last much longer.” He blew his nose thoroughly and it left him alone while they ate their soup, side by side at the counter, elbows and knees nudging.

[lnsfawwi]

why steve&bucky being artsy people matters (to me)

Steve, canonly an artist; Bucky, canonly a book nerd and possibly an art student as well

and I cannot stress enough how much that means to me

I know people, including myself, have written so many metas about them being female coded but this is important as well.

hypermasculine heroes and the sentimental art & literature don't usually go together. usually when the hero appreciates art it is usually a plot device and they come off as snub and arrogant (look at our protagonist, how knowledgeable he is!).

heroism in MCU seems to be exclusively tied to masculine traits such as good at math and physical strength, and the former usually is valued more than the latter, especially when the 'brain' of the Avengers are always stem bros, even Thor knows his space science in Ragnorok. if you don't know how to build a rocket, throw one, flex those biceps, that'll show the audience how heroic you are.

for example, magic was ridiculed for being feminine in Thor 1. Steve in catfa is specially shown to be clever, he was street smart, but that doesn't really count, does it? after all, everything special about him came from a bottle, right?

even the female love interests in Marvel are often masculine: Jane is a scientist. Peggy & pre-serum Steve's dynamic was also a reversal of traditional male/female role since her introduction was focused on her superior status and physical strength.

the idea that one has to be stem smart to be smart is discriminatory and sexist. more importantly, men don't get sentimental nor do they appreciate art, male heroes aren't supposed to be associated with feminine traits and/activities.

but Steve has always been an artist, he is always emotional and sentimental and he CARES so much. I'm sure Bucky was good at stem but at the end of the day, he's a nerd, he likes books and music, he probably took art class simply bc he LIKED it. they were also shown to express emotional support for others, something often missing from male/masculine characters.

Steve and Bucky's superpower is literally just super strong. taken at face value it's the most simplistic, masculine superpower there is. they fit every stereotypical male hero trope but somehow they just AREN'T that.

[bucking-mustangs-with-wings]

me while i slowly write pieces to chapter 3 of GoS because my sadistic like fanfic writer heart is screaming writing hurt!Buck and i have to remind myself to BREATH DAMMIT

[buckyalpine]

18+ smutty drabble with some angst and all the fluff and possessive, fwb to lovers college Bucky, I wanted to try something, images are mine, Canva pulled through with the layout. Maybe I'll write something again with this picture, (mob Bucky? DBF Bucky?) but here's an idea:

-

"You up?"

You smirked at the text message that popped up, already swinging your legs out of bed because you knew exactly what was to follow-

"Come over"

You didn't bother changing out of the hoodie you were already lounging in, pulling on some shorts and throwing on Bucky's leather jacket before heading out. You pulled the jacket tighter around your body as you walked 2 blocks to his place, fiddling with the spare key he'd given you just because.

"Hey Steve, hey Sam" You gave Bucky's roommates/ bestfriends a wave as you let yourself in, padding past the living room, headed right to his room.

"Hey peanut" The blonde smiled before throwing a knowing smirk to Sam as soon as they heard the door click shut.

"$20 they keep this up for another month"

"Deal"

-

"Hey Buck-

"How come you didn't tell me you'd already left," Bucky set his laptop off to the side, his tight black tshirt riding up giving you a pretty view of his happy trail as he leaned over, closing the screen shut.

"You knew I was going to come-" You started with an eyeroll but Bucky wasn't having it, shaking his head while you looked at the knickknacks sitting on his desk.

"And I've told you to at least let me know when you leave, especially at night"

"When did you care so much" You snorted, gasping when he came up from behind you, turning you around and grasping your jaw in his hand, squeezing your cheeks, making you meet his eyes.

"You don't walk out alone at night. I would have called you an uber"

"It's two blocks-

"I don't care. So who were you all dressed up for earlier today" Bucky cocked at eyebrow, releasing the soft grip he had on your jaw, moving them to rest around your waist instead.

"I wasn't dressed up, it was a regular outfit"

"Please, that tiny black skirt with those stockings" His grip tightened, digging around your hips, "Saw you come by the field when we had practice, were you trying to show me something doll" He smirked, noting you were currently still in his leather jacket.

"I thought it looked cute, don't flatter yourself Barnes-

"That's Steve's sweater" Bucky cut you off narrowing his eyes, tugging the hem of the hoodie. You hadn't even noticed, giggling when you realized you had indeed somehow accidently ended up with Steve's sweater.

"I just wear whatever's comfy, must've gotten mixed up in your laundry last time I was here" You shrugged, tossing off his jacket onto the chair by the desk. "If it helps, it was your hoodie I intended to steal"

"You're not wearing his sweater" It was a statement, something other than lust clouding his thoughts, itching to rip the sweater off your body and keep you wrapped up in nothing else but him.

"Seriously? Why does it matter, I thought this was just casual anyway-

"Mine" Bucky growled, pulling the hoodie off your body and making a point of tossing it out of the room before locking it shut again. "You're mine"

"Bucky-

"Always teasing me with those fuckin' skirts" Bucky grabbed you, hauling you over his shoulder and tossing you over the bed before crawling on top of you and pinning you under him. You hadn't been wearing anything under the hoodie, gasping when Bucky tugged at your nipples, smirking as they pebbled at his touch. "Do you not see how other guys look at you when you wear that baby"

"Bucky please" You sounded needier than usual, caught off guard by his surge of possessiveness, different from his usual protective nature over you. He attacked your neck with kisses, sucking bruises onto them between soft bites, letting his tongue swipe over the area after.

"Tell me, lookit you laying in my bed as soon as I call, soo needy all just for me, huh?" His hands came to lace with yours, pressing his erection between your legs, grinding against your clothed core.

"Jamie, do something" You pouted, squeaking when he came down to nip your lips, getting off you just to throw your shorts and panties off, wasting no time ridding himself of his clothes. He slotted himself back between your legs, letting his thick length rest between your soaked cunt.

"Patience pretty bunny, you have no idea what you do to me, do you. Not sharing you with anyone, you're mine"

"I'm yours?" You whined feeling his cockhead swipe through your folds, gathering your slick, a flash of vulnerability passing between you as his eyes bore into yours.

"Always, babydoll" Bucky whispered with his lips brushing against your as he started to push in, the both of you gasping at the feeling of the initial stretch. It didn't matter how many times he'd already had you like this, the feeling was forever unmatched. He didn't bother with giving you a moment to adjust, setting a brutal pace as soon as he was fully sheathed inside you. He made of a point of making you scream as loud as possible, well aware his best friends were still home, working his hips faster at the thought of you in Steve's sweater.

"You're. All. Mine" Bucky slammed his cock into you with each word, hoping to write his name in cum all over the inside of your tight cunt. "Say it, tell me you're mine, c'mon baby"

"M'y-yours" You stuttered out, "I'm yours Bucky!!"

"That's right, gonna make you scream that all night"

-

And he kept his word. Bucky kept you impaled on his cock until he couldn't hold it any longer, spilling ropes of his load into you, one after the other. He would watch it drip out before getting hard again from the sight along, pushing his dick back into you to make sure not a drop was wasted.

You panted, withering under him as he pulled one more orgasm out of you before letting his bodyweight drop, his now disheveled locks and flushed cheeks resting against your bare chest.

"I meant it you know" He murmured, pressing a kiss between your breasts before looking up at you, "It's more than just physical for me"

"Are you sure?" You giggled as he leaned up to nudge his nose against yours with a shy smile he reserved just for you..

"Very sure. I love you" Bucky mumbled against you hair, pulling the sheets up to cover you both, his arms wrapped tightly around you body to his chest.

"I love you too"

"I also meant it when I said you can't wear his sweaters"

"Bucky-

"Mine"

-

"I want my $20"

[skritchskratch-art]

zemo zemo zemo

[starboybutler]

ermm au where gale is a super stoic office worker that secretly is a camboy that crossdresses

[cheynovak]

Shadows of the Past - Part 2

Soldier boy x F/Reader (Y/N Barnes)  & Bucky Barnes ( Brother)   

Warnings: 18+, Spicy, Angst, Aggression, nothing to extreme  

Side note: English isn’t my first language.     

*Multiverse: between MCU and The boys* 

-- 

Ben walked through the streets of New York, trying to understand what happened.  "I'm glad we finally found you." A familiar voice said.  

As he turned around, he finally saw two faces he recognised. “Barnes, Rogers.” He said relieved and yet firm. “You need to come with us.” Steve said, “We need to fill you in what happened the last 40 years.”   

“But first,” Bucky walked up to Ben pushing him to the wall behind him. “You need to tell me what happened to my sister.”   

-- 

Ben's heart pounded in his chest as he looked into the stern faces of Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers, two figures from a past. "Barnes, Rogers," Ben replied, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "What do you mean, fill me in on the last 40 years?" Steve stepped forward, his expression grave as he placed a hand on Ben's shoulder. "It's a long story," he began, his voice somber. 

Bucky's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer to Ben, his gaze piercing as he pinned him against the wall with an intensity that sent shivers down Ben's spine. 

"What happened to my sister?" Bucky demanded, his voice low and dangerous. 

Ben swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Bucky's gaze bearing down on him. "I... I don't know," his voice barely above a whisper. "We... we lost touch after... after everything." Bucky's grip tightened on Ben's neck, his expression darkening with anger and frustration. 

"Don't play games with me, Ben," Bucky growled, his voice laced with menace. "Y/N was my sister, and she disappeared without a trace. I need to know what happened to her." "I swear, Bucky," Ben pleaded, his voice trembling with emotion. "I don't know where she is. Last thing I know is that she became a teacher.”  

"Damn it, Ben," Bucky muttered under his breath, letting go of Ben’s neck. "You said you'd take care of her. You promised." His finger pointed at Ben’s face. "She didn't want to see me after the war," Ben confessed, his voice tinged with regret. "I tried to reach out to her, but she... moved on.” Bucky's jaw clenched with frustration at Ben's words, his mind racing with a torrent of questions and uncertainties. 

"Why?" Bucky demanded, his voice edged with a mixture of anger and desperation. "Why wouldn't she want to see you? She was madly in love with you. What did you do to her?" “Nothing!” Ben barked impatient.  

"We don't have time for this now," Steve interjected, his gaze steady as he addressed both Bucky and Ben. “We need to take Ben back to the compound before someone recognises him.” 

As the Avengers gathered at the compound, the atmosphere was charged with tension and intrigue. Tony Stark, ever the inquisitive mind, couldn't resist probing into the newfound revelation of another super soldier besides Steve and Bucky. 

"Why?" Tony asked, his tone laced with a mixture of curiosity and incredulity. "Why would there be another super soldier?" Ben took a deep breath, steeling himself as he prepared to reveal the truth behind his creation. His gaze met Tony's. 

"The truth is," he began, his tone grave, "I was created as a contingency plan. In case Steve... messed up." The words hung heavy in the air, the gravity of their implications sinking in as the Avengers processed Soldier Boy's revelation. 

"And when Captain America fucked up, and froze himself" Ben continued, his voice tinged with a bitter edge, "I was the one who had to clean up his fucking mess. I was the one who had to pick up the pieces and salvage what was left. And all of the sudden when I wasn’t like mister perfect, they fucking sold me to the Russians.”  

“I was a fucking lab rat, you have no idea what torture is!” He yelled before he left the room.  

Flashback 

As Ben returned home from the war, he found Y/N waiting for him, her eyes filled with tears and her heart heavy with grief. The news of her brother and his best friend's disappearance had devastated her. 

"Ben," Y/N whispered, her voice choked with emotion as she reached out to him, her hands trembling with fear as she hugged him. "Please... you have to find them. You have to bring them back to me. "Ben's heart clenched at the sight of Y/N his own grief mirrored in her tear-filled eyes.  

“They are gone sweetheart, there is nothing we can do.” Y/N's heart sank at the harsh reality of his statement, her hope fading like a wisp of smoke in the wind. 

"No..." Y/N whispered, her voice barely a whisper as she shook her head in disbelief. "They can't be gone. I can't accept that." 

"You have to keep searching," Y/N pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. "We can't give up hope. Not yet." But Ben shook his head, his own grief etched in the lines of his face as he reached out to comfort her. 

"Sweetheart, I know it's hard," Ben said softly, his voice filled with compassion. "But we have to face the truth. They're gone, and we have to find a way to move on." Y/N's grief morphed into a torrent of anger and frustration, her emotions swirling like a storm as she lashed out at Ben with words fuelled by pain and desperation. 

"How could you say that?" Y/N cried, her voice trembling with rage as she pushed Ben away from her. "You're giving up on them, on us. I can't believe you would do this. You were always jealous of Steve. That’s it isn’t it?" A short silence “And Bucky gone makes it easy to play me, isn’t it?”  

"I don't mean it like..." Ben began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words to say. But Y/N's anger was relentless "I don't want to hear it," Y/N spat, her voice thick with emotion as she wiped away her tears. "I trusted you, Ben. I thought you would always be there for me, but now... I want nothing to do with you anymore." 

-- 

Gasping for breath, Ben ran a trembling hand through his hair, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream that lingered in his mind like a dark cloud. It had felt so real, so vivid, as if he were reliving that moment all over again. 

Rising from his bed, Ben squared his shoulders with determination, steeling himself for the challenges that lay ahead. He may have lost Y/N, but he refused to let her memory hold him back any longer. It was time to face his demons head-on.  

Bucky and Steve were determent on tracing the step Y/N did to find out where she was or when she died, Bucky needed to have some closure.  

Tony's discovery sent a ripple of excitement through the Avengers, sparking a renewed sense of hope as they rallied together to follow the lead on Y/N's last whereabouts.  

A small farm on the countryside seemed an unlikely place for her to be, but it was a lead nonetheless, one they couldn't afford to ignore. “I’m coming” Ben announced. Bucky declined. “Despite what you think of me, I care for her.” Ben spitted.  

As they approached the farm, Steve and Bucky exchanged tense glances, their hearts pounding with anticipation as they prepared to face whatever lay ahead. Ben led the way, his eye s scanning the surroundings for any sign of activity as they approached the farmhouse. 

Knocking on the door, Steve called out, his voice echoing in the silence as he waited for a response. Moments passed, each one feeling like an eternity as the three men held their breath, their anticipation mounting with each passing second. 

And then, finally, the door creaked open, revealing a figure standing in the doorway, a figure that took their breath away. "Y/N?" Bucky whispered, his voice barely above a whisper as he gazed upon the familiar face before him, his heart soaring with relief at the sight of her. 

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise as she recognized her brother standing before her, a mix of emotions flickering across her features as she took in the sight of her long-lost friends. "Buck? Steve?"  her voice filled with disbelief as she stepped forward to greet them with a hug.  

As Ben stood behind Steve and Bucky, his gaze fixed on the figure of Y/N standing before them, a whirlwind of emotions swept through him like a storm. He couldn't believe his eyes – there she was, just as he remembered her, unchanged by the passage of time, barely looking 30 years old. 

For a moment, Ben was frozen in place, unable to tear his eyes away from Y/N's face as he took in every detail, committing the moment to memory. Her eyes sparkled with recognition as she met his gaze, a soft smile spreading across her lips as she stepped forward to greet him. 

"Ben," Y/N whispered, her voice soft with emotion as she reached out to him, her hand trembling slightly as it brushed against his arm. "I can't believe it's you." 

Ben's throat tightened with emotion at the sound of her voice. She didn’t hug him but gave him a small nod.  

“I thought you were all dead?” She asked turning back to her brother and best friend. “That’s a long story. We’ll fill you in once we’re home.”  

-- 

Bucky's brow furrowed with concern as he watched his sister and Ben exchange tense glances in the kitchen, the air heavy with unspoken tension between them. He had noticed the friction between them since their reunion, but he couldn't understand what had caused it. 

"Y/N, what's going on?" Bucky asked, his voice tinged with concern as he turned to his sister the second Ben leaves the room, searching her face for answers. "It's nothing, Buck," Y/N replied evasively, her voice tight with restraint as she avoided his gaze. "Just a misunderstanding." 

But Bucky wasn't satisfied with her vague answer. "Come on, Y/N," Bucky pressed, his tone gentle but firm. "I know you better than that. Something's been bothering you ever since we found each other again. You can tell me." 

"It's Ben," Y/N admitted finally, her voice barely above a whisper as she met Bucky's concerned gaze. "I was mad at him because... because he was jealous of the bond I had with Steve." Bucky's eyes widened with surprise at his sister's confession.  

“Did he... have any reason?” Y/N's heart skipped a beat at her brother's question. "No, Buck," Y/N replied firmly, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her. "Steve and I were never... like that. We were friends, we searched for you. Nothing more." 

"Are you sure?" Bucky pushed, his voice tinged with uncertainty as he struggled to make sense of the emotions swirling within him. "Because it seemed like there was something... between you two this morning." 

"I know it may have seemed that way, Buck," she replied gently, her voice tinged with understanding. "But Steve and I were always just friends. We shared a bond, yes, but it was born out of mutual respect and our love for you. Nothing more.” 

“And Ben should have known that even though Steve had a physical change doesn't mean I wanted to sleep with him.” Y/N said angry. "Point taken," Bucky replied with a wry smile, his tone laced with humour as he shook his head in disbelief. "I guess Ben has a lot to learn about women." 

"Ben started to drink heavily and do drugs, sleep with countless women after they broke up... So is guess you were right all along.” Y/N's words hung heavy in the air, casting a somber shadow over the room as she spoke of Ben's downward spiral after their breakup. 

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Bucky murmured, his voice heavy with sorrow as he reached out to comfort his sister. "I never wanted things to turn out like this." 

Y/N shook her head, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she leaned into her brother's embrace. 

"It's not your fault, Buck," she whispered softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "I should have listened to you, but I was too blind to see the truth." Bucky held his sister close, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared pain. 

Ben overheard their conversation, knowing he needs to do something. 

As the night draped its cloak over the city, Ben's heart pounded with nervous anticipation. He knew he had to do something to make things right with Y/N, to prove to her that he was capable of change, of being the man she deserved. 

As the moon cast its silver glow over the city streets, Ben arrived at Y/N's doorstep, a bouquet of her favourite flowers cradled in his arms. With trembling hands, he knocked on the door, his heart pounding with nervous excitement as he waited for her to answer. 

When Y/N opened the door, her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Ben standing before her, a hopeful smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Ben?" Y/N exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief as she took in the sight of him standing on her doorstep. 

"Y/N, I know I messed up," Ben began, his voice trembling with emotion as he held out the bouquet of flowers to her. "But I want to make things right. I want to show you how much you mean to me." "Ben, I..." she started, her voice catching in her throat as she struggled to find the words to express her feelings. 

“Please follow me.” As Ben led Y/N up to the rooftop, her heart raced with anticipation, her eyes widening in wonder at the sight that greeted her. The rooftop had been transformed into a scene straight out of a fairytale, with candles flickering in the gentle breeze and soft music filling the air. 

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she took in the romantic tableau before her, her eyes shining with awe and admiration as she turned to Ben with a grateful smile. "Ben, this is... wow. " 

As they sat down on the blanket, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm glow over the rooftop, Ben couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over him. He looked at Y/N, his heart swelling with love and regret as he listened to her talk about the old times. 

"Y/N, I hope you can forgive me for everything," Ben said softly, his voice tinged with remorse as he reached out to take her hand in his. "I know I messed up, but I want to make things right?”  

She never saw Ben so fragile before. "I forgive you, Ben," she replied softly, her voice filled with love and compassion. "I know you've been through a lot.”  

"Tell me about yourself. Have you gotten married? What have you been up to all these years?" 

"I got married," Y/N began, her voice tinged with nostalgia as she looked into Ben's eyes. "His name was Thomas, and he was... a good man. We were together for many years.” she softly smiled at the thought of him. “But then... he got sick." 

“Thomas worked on the super soldier program.” As Y/N recounted the painful chapters of her past to Ben, she felt a flood of emotions wash over her, memories of heartbreak and loss mingling with moments of love and resilience. She took a deep breath, steeling herself as she prepared to share the most difficult part of her story. 

"We wanted children," Y/N began, her voice soft and trembling with emotion. "But it wasn't meant to be. We tried for years, but... it just wasn't possible. Then a miracle, I got pregnant." Ben notice a single tear rolling down her cheek.  

His hand moved to her cheek, his thumb wiped the tear away. "And then... I had a miscarriage. It was the most traumatic experience of my life." Ben reached out to wrap his arms around Y/N, pulling her close in a comforting embrace as she buried her face in his chest, seeking solace in his warmth and strength. 

"I can't imagine how you must have felt," Ben whispered, his voice gentle and soothing as he held her close. We tried everything to heal," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "But nothing seemed to work. And then... they offered me the serum. Et voila." 

Ben's eyes widened in surprise at Y/N's revelation, a mix of awe and concern flashing across his features.  

“Ok, but happy thoughts now.” She changed the subject wiping her tears. “Why all this Ben?” 

Ben's gaze softened as he looked into Y/N's eyes, “It’s stupid.” his heart filled with love and longing as he reached out to caress her cheek gently. “I remembered you talking about how you wanted your first time to be... ” Y/N nods slowly still taking in the scene.  

"I wanted to make that night perfect for you, to give you everything you've ever dreamed of.” Y/N's heart skipped a beat at Ben's words, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and desire. “I planned this a long time ago, but we... never got there.”  

She had shared her deepest fantasies with Ben, confiding in him with a trust and intimacy that she had never known before. And now, faced with the opportunity to bring those fantasies to life, she couldn't deny the rush of excitement that coursed through her veins. 

As Y/N sat beside Ben, her heart overflowing with emotion, she felt a sudden surge of desire wash over her. She looked into his eyes, seeing the love and understanding reflected in their depths, and she knew that she couldn't resist the pull any longer. 

her lips meeting Ben's in a tender and passionate kiss. It was a moment she had longed for, a moment of intimacy and connection that she had yearned for with every fiber of her being. Ben responded eagerly to her kiss, his arms wrapping around her as he pulled her close. 

And as they finally broke apart, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, Y/N looked into Ben's eyes with a sense of wonder and awe. Ben smiled back at her, his heart swelling with love and affection as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. 

“I missed you.” Ben said before kissing her again. His hands moved under Y/N's shirt, a shiver of anticipation ran down her spine, her breath catching in her throat as she surrendered to the intoxicating sensation of his touch. She leaned into him, her body trembling with desire as she felt his warmth enveloping her, his fingers tracing delicate patterns against her skin. 

Y/N's heart raced with excitement as Ben's touch grew more urgent, his hands exploring every curve and contour of her body with a reverence and passion that left her breathless. She gasped softly as his fingers found their way to the small of her back, his touch sending electric currents coursing through her veins. 

Ben's lips found hers in a fervent kiss, their mouths meeting in a passionate tangle of tongues and teeth as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. Y/N moaned softly against his lips, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, her body arching against his in a silent plea for more. 

Their kisses grew deeper and more desperate, their bodies pressed together in a primal dance of desire and need. Y/N's senses were overwhelmed by the heady scent of Ben's cologne, the feel of his hands on her skin, the taste of his lips on hers. 

In that moment, nothing else mattered to Y/N except for the man who held her in his arms. As Ben and Y/N sat together under the blanket of twinkling stars, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace.  

The night air was filled with the soft sounds of their whispers and sighs, mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets. Y/N felt as though she was floating on a cloud of ecstasy, her senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensation of Ben's touch against her skin. 

Ben paused, his breath hot against Y/N's skin as he looked deeply into her eyes. His fingers traced gentle circles along her cheek as he whispered softly, "Are you sure, Y/N?  

She reached up to cup his face in her hands, her gaze meeting his with certainty while straddling his hips. "Yes, Ben," she replied, her voice filled with love and conviction. "I'm sure. I want this... I want you." 

As Y/N sank down onto Ben, a rush of heat and desire surged through her body, their connection deepening with each moment that passed. She gasped softly as she felt him filling her completely, their bodies merging in a blissful union of love and passion. 

Ben groaned softly at the sensation of Y/N surrounding him, her warmth enveloping him in a cocoon of ecstasy. He held her close, his hands roaming over her skin as they moved together in a slow, sensual rhythm. Y/N arched her back, her hands gripping Ben's shoulders as she rode the waves of pleasure crashing over her. 

Ben's breath grew ragged as he felt himself nearing the edge, his body trembling with the intensity of their shared passion. With a final, desperate thrust, they reached the pinnacle of their ecstasy, their cries of release echoing into the night. 

As they lay together in the aftermath, their bodies entwined. “I wished I was your first.” He confesses. "You may not have been my first," Y/N whispered softly, reaching out to caress his chest with a gentle touch, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity,  

"But I would love to have you as my last, my always, my forever. And that's all that matters to me." Ben pulled Y/N into his arms, holding her close as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "But Ben..." Y/N whispered softly "you are my first love.” 

-- 

The next evening, as the sun disappeared behind the horizon, Steve and Bucky shared a knowing look, their lips quirking up in identical grins as they exchanged a silent understanding. As Ben and Y/N emerged from their room for dinner, their faces flushed with the remnants of passion and love,

Steve and Bucky couldn't help but tease them. 

They had seen the way Ben and Y/N had looked at each other this morning, the unspoken bond between them stronger than ever before. "Looks like someone had a good night," Steve remarked with a playful twinkle in his eye, earning a playful swat from Y/N. 

Bucky chuckled, his gaze lingering on Ben with a knowing smirk. "You two seem to have made up quite nicely," he said, his tone teasing yet affectionate., while handing Ben a drink.

"Yeah, well, let's just say we had a lot to talk about," Ben replied, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and affection. Y/N elbowed him playfully.

"And let's just say we found some creative ways to make up for lost time," he added with a mischievous glint in his eye. Steve, Bucky and Ben burst into laughter at the sight of Y/N’s pink cheeks.  

“Really guys, is this how things are going to be from now on?” Ben wrapped his arms around Y/N pulling her onto his lap. Her back against his chest. “You wanted me to get along with your brother and his friend” 

He kissed her shoulder.

“... Get used to it sweetheart.” 

-- 

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Me reading a winter soldier comic: Oh hey who's that guy playing cards in the background?

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