#Dad!Bucky Barnes

[navybrat817]

"James Buchanan Barnes, why is there a body part in my damn dishwasher?"

"Sorry, doll, I couldn't wait for it to air dry."

"Don't 'doll' me. You're lucky that vibranium didn't get dirty from the leftover food. Wait, is this why our son decided to put his toy in the oven? Because he saw you do this?"

"You mean the Redwing toy Sam got him? No, I'm pretty sure he did that all on his own."

"Bucky, did you tell him to put it in the oven?"

"...I didn't not tell him."

"...You're a bad influence."

"Am I? I think you should be proud that he's strong enough to open the oven on his own."

"..."

*Kiss to the cheek as Bucky grabs his arm* "Love you."

*sigh* "Love you, too."

***** Bahaha. We love domestic Bucky here.

Love and thanks! ❤️

[kurogxrix]

Look Don’t Touch

Dad!Mob!Bucky Barnes x Mom!reader

IN WHICH you accidentally walk onto your husband and his men during a meeting, clad in nothing else but a tight fitting top and a baby in your arms. The sight is enough to send the many men drooling, but Bucky reminds them that you’re only his to look at, and will always be.

WC: 2.1k

You wished you could have turned back to the few seconds you’d lived through before stumbling into your Husband’s office door. The silence in the room was deafening, at least for you it was. Alpine was all the least bothered, the white cat jumping across furniture to furniture without disturbing the decorations within. Your footsteps faltered quickly, suddenly stuck in your spot as you fell under the eyes of the familiar people that sat around the long meeting table. Men to be exact, the same exact group of men that had always been there to accidentally witness too far into yours and Bucky’s marriage.

Over the course of your relationship with Bucky, there had been one too many times where your husband’s men had caught you in compromising positions. Given that you were posed in such, you were always clad in near to nothing. The most you’d get to cover yourself with during  those unfortunate times that you’ve gotten caught was either the thin material of yours and Bucky’s bed sheet, or his discarded suit jacket as he pounded you from behind on his work desk. One too many times of embarrassment and humiliation on your side.

You were sort of sure that Bucky’s eyes were literally shining at the mere sight of you. Although he wasn’t the only one that was caught in a trance after your sudden appearance. The sight of you clad in nothing else but that fitting tank top that you'd wear to sleep was enough to make a grown man shiver. 

The stretchy fabric pressed around all the right areas, and the extras clung around your protruding belly. God and how much you hated that, your postpartum body that you’d glare at in the midst of the night while your baby laid sleeping. How It would take so much time for it to go, and how much you’d wish to have your old body back. Though Bucky loved it, he’d never fail to remind you of how beautiful you were, of how normal this all was because you had literally been carrying a whole baby inside of there. 

You knew how much your husband loved the sight of that little belly of yours, but you’d never be able to tell how much it aroused the others as well. All of the eyes were on you, especially on how your breast threatened to spill out of the U-cut top that you wore. You were very well aware of the change, and how could you not? No matter the size that your breasts had been before, that had now tripled, if not quadrupled during pregnancy. They were so sore and heavy from carrying so much milk, and you cursed your husband for giving you a baby that required so much milk. 

Not that you were genuinely complaining though, you loved your son more than yourself, and it didn’t matter if you had to suffer for him. You would and you were. 

Nevertheless, you staggered for a second as you closed the door, suddenly very aware of the group of men that watched you and your baby gurgling across your chest. You adjusted your hand to pat along your baby’s back, standing up straighter as you shivered under all the eyes. No, you weren’t embarrassed because of your attire. In fact you couldn’t care less about that, you showing skin had never been a sore spot in yours and Bucky’s relationship, he had no concerns with you wearing revealing clothes.

In fact he loved that you loved your body enough to do so. At the start of your relationship it was hard for you to even open up to him about your naked skin, after being put down by the other men that were now an awful part of your past. He was by no means an insecure man, and you were by no means an unfaithful woman, so everything worked out as it should. 

Furthermore, Bucky loved the sight of those snobby men checking you out at every given moment that he’d be far from your reach. He loved the sight of seeing those desperate men tracing your form as though to map it in their minds, a memory that they’d keep until they’d finally arrive home late at night, hands sinfully low in the shower as cold ran down their backs. 

Bucky loved watching those scums approach you as though they had a chance, before seeing you mouth what you’d always say. “Not interested, I'm married.”  before shoving your ringed finger in their face, a wicked grin plastered on your face before turning around to look for your loving husband. It was funny to him, watching their downturned expressions and you’d stare at your ring with such admiration, so much love that you held for him and him only. 

Though on the few unfortunate nights where those ratty men just refused to understand, he’d make sure to make his way to you. Towering over the men no matter their height, an intimidating look crowding his face as he keeps his arms around your form. He made sure to send one of his men after the cowering scum at the end of the night, and much to your confusion, you’d somewhat never seen them again after that.  

It was a funny sight at first, seeing your 6 foot tall, tatted mafia boyfriend getting all giddy because you’d confessed that you were finally confident enough in your skin to start wearing more open clothes. You were wearing those clothes by your own want and will, because of your newfound confidence and self love that you developed because of him. Your loving, mafia boyfriend that was now your husband, and inevitably the father of your child.

Now as you stood in Bucky’s office, you were simply embarrassed because you’d accidently interrupted your husband’s meeting, the defect of your motherly brain, you’d forgotten to knock before entering. Now everyone stared at you like a deer in headlights, you couldn’t help the heat that crept up your neck. 

“Detka, is there anything that you’re looking for? Anything you need?” you watched as Bucky stood up from his chair at the head of the table, making his way towards you as the heels of his expensive Italian dress shoes clicked against the marble floor. You wanted nothing more but to melt onto a puddle at the sound of his gentle tone, and your fatigue did nothing to help ease that thought. 

“A-actually I was going to ask you if you were hungry but now I see that you’re busy so, I’ll just ask again later,” you stuttered, rambling your thoughts as you urged to leave the room. If not careful, you could’ve slipped alongside your innocent baby as you left the room, but Bucky couldn’t just let you go like that. Sure he wanted to ask you what was wrong, stop you and demand why you’d rush out of the room. Not out of preeminence, but out of worry. 

Though it was obvious by your nervously racking eyes and straight posture that you wanted nothing else than to leave the room, he followed you instead. Carefully clicking the door shut behind him, he left his men inside of the room to wonder by themselves. Bucky considered them family, like brothers, so they’d understand. He was sure of it. 

Bucky turned around after closing the door, catching you bouncing your son back to sleep after you’d heard his weak grumbling. Your husband watched with heart eyes as the little Lev raises his even tinier fists to your chest, throwing an unreasoned angry fit against his poor momma. A raspy chuckle escapes Bucky’s throat as your son’s fists come crashing down against your collarbone rather robotically, and it’s not strong enough to even hurt you, but odd enough to startle you for a second. 

Finally deciding to snap out of his awfully lovestruck trance, he sauntered towards you. The palm of his hand was warm against your arm, and it somewhat comforted you as you relished in his touch. “What’s wrong malyshka? Everything’s alright? Hope little Lev isn’t causing you too much trouble, god knows how loud he’s already been since this morning.” your husband joked, but you shuddered at the memory of getting begrudgingly out of bed at 4 in the morning because of your yelling baby.

Your heart picked up the pace at the sound of the nickname he’d reserved for you, and you felt yourself going shy before the very own man that’d seen every part of you, beyond and inside. Everything. 

“I was making lunch and I was going to bring it to you, but I forgot to knock and look at where that brought me.” you laughed off the memory now that it was over, there was no need to drown in remorse over such a silly thing. Bucky’s eyes flashed towards the side table that laid against the wall near the huge doors of his meeting room, and apparently you had no free hands either because there laid a plate of his abandoned lunch upon the smooth wooden surface of the table. 

It was his favourite dish, and Bucky unconsciously smiled at the thought of you being so keen to bring it to him because of that. Your husband’s baby blue eyes racked your body once more, taking notice of the pair of oversized sweatpants that you were wearing, those that were so obviously his. The sweats were so big on you that the strings upon your waist were painfully tightened, but no matter how many pairs of your own that your husband would buy you, no matter the price or top notch quality, you’d always find more comfort in his old, worn out ones that he’d beg you to throw away. 

“You’re so beautiful, Malyshka. Thank you for the food, I'll have it as soon as I'm done with my meeting.” his warm, large palm cupped your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, relishing in his love before he leaves to tend to his work once more. Sure, you’d see him in a couple of minutes, and his free time would last until tomorrow morning, but you wanted to be with him 24/7. 

Bucky’s eyes then trailed down towards Lev, who was peacefully drooling away with his head squished against your chest. With his thumb still rubbing soothingly at your cheek, Bucky signalled you to go relax with Lev until he orders his men out, then motioned to one of the nearby maids to take his plate back to the kitchen until he was done, just so you didn’t have to move your pinky more than you needed to. 

With you back in the comfort of your plush king sized bed alongside your son, and Bucky’s consciousness now at peace, he made his way back towards the heavy doors of his meeting room. The look on his face changed as soon as the doors clicked shut once more, and this time, the softened look completely left his features. There were no more signs of tenderness upon Bucky’s face. 

The change was intimidatingly scary, his face now completely still and the menacing glow in his eyes did nothing to soothe them. For, it wasn’t like Bucky’s team believed that they were innocent. You didn't need to be hawk-eyed to see that they were obviously ogling you, their boss's wife, and the mother of his child at that. 

Rolling up the sleeves of his suit jacket, the exposed sight of his fully tattooed arm made the grown men shiver. Forlorn excuses of men lowered their heads as Bucky walked past them, a sign of respect as though they hadn’t just snubbed him by looking a little too hard at what was his. 

Yes, Bucky would call these people his brothers, and yes he did appreciate them when times came.

He often took the role of the eldest in the family. He was highly respected upon the mob, and he cared for them as they did for him. Yet living under his roof required to obey the rules that he had set up, and the most important one was; look, don't touch. 

Though they’d manage to abide by that rule for as long as they’d set foot inside his home, they were truly starting to test their luck. Tonight, Bucky would make sure that none of them returned to their rooms without being taught a new additional rule. Perhaps this one would take the top place above  the previous one, and this time, there’d be no more looking allowed. 

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i profoundly apologize to y’all bcuz this is my first Bucky ff and idk wtf this is

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hear me out: Bucky finding out that y/n is pregnant (again, after their first kid) with twins/triplets. After he calms down about it (for the time being), he starts calling her matryoshka (like the Russian nesting dolls)

More Than One » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mom/Pregnant!Reader with son James Jr

Summary: You and Bucky find out you’re pregnant with more than one baby which makes Bucky a little more nervous.

Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, nicknames/pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

“Are you excited?” You asked Bucky.

“Of course I am.” Bucky smiles, putting his hand in yours and intertwined his fingers with yours. “I’m more than excited to have another baby with the love of my life.” He says.

You smile widely and lean over to kiss his lips sweetly. The kiss is short lived when the nurse called your name. You and Bucky stood up from the chairs and walked hand and hand to the exam room.

“Is this your first pregnancy?” The OB doctor asks, trying to make conversation.

“No.” You answered. “We have a son who’s almost 2 years old.” You tell her.

The doctor smiles at you and Bucky as before she started the ultrasound.

“Let’s hear your baby’s heartbeat.” She says with a smile.

Bucky held your hand while the doctor did the ultrasound. A smile grew on your faces when you two heard the heartbeat for the first time.

“There’s our baby.” You tell Bucky.

Bucky couldn’t help but smile and kiss you.

“This is interesting.” The doctor starts. “There’s more than one heartbeat.” She informs you and Bucky.

“More than one? Meaning twins?” You asked.

“More than one as in 3 babies.” She tells you guys. “Congratulations! You’re having triplets.” She says.

“Triplets? That means 3, right?” Bucky asks, making sure he heard her right.

“Yes.” She confirms, handing you the ultrasound pictures.

Bucky’s mind was blown. He didn’t know what to think. His mind is running a million miles an hour. What he did know is that he’s beyond happy and he’s never been this nervous in his life.

“Are you ok, babe?” You asked as the two of you got in the car.

“Y-Yea.” Bucky answers without noticing his nervous stutter.

You smile and leaned over to kiss his stubbly cheek and made the drive to the Avengers Compound to pick up yours and Bucky’s 2 year old son James Jr. when you two got to the compound, you two were greeted by your son running up to you guys and Bucky picked him up. He was followed by Steve.

“How was the doctor?” Steve asks.

“Great!” You answered. “Bucky and I found out that we’re having triplets.” You tell him.

“That’s amazing! I’m happy for you guys.” He says, giving you two a hug.

Bucky said a quiet thank you. He was weirdly quiet for the rest of the day, but you didn’t question it. He was just trying to process the fact that you two are having triplets. While he was trying to process it, he decided to play with his son to help ease his nerves. At the moment Bucky and James Jr are sitting on the bedroom floor in James Jr’s room playing with blocks.

“Do you like the idea of being a big brother?” Bucky asks his son.

“Me big brother.” James Jr confirms.

“That’s right, bud. You are.” He smiles. “Do you want a little brother or little sister?” He asks.

“Brother.” He simply answers.

“You want mama to have a boy?” He asks.

James Jr nodded with a huge smile on his face. What Bucky didn’t know was that you were standing in the doorway of James Jr’s room, listening to their conversation with a smile on your face. You gave them a couple more minutes of guy time before entering the room and sat down on the rocking chair in the corner of his bedroom.

“You two sound like you’re having a nice conversation.” You say to them.

James Jr nodded and continued to play with his blocks.

“Did daddy tell you the good news?” You asked James Jr.

“Mama has a baby.” James Jr said.

“Yes I am, but there’s more than one baby in mama’s belly.” You tell him.

“More?” He asks, giving you his undivided attention.

“Yes, mama is having more than one baby. I’m having triplets.” You tell him with a smile on your face.

“Triplets?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion at the new word.

“That means there’s 3 babies in mama’s belly.” You explained.

James Jr stared at you like you just said the most interesting thing in the world. He stood up from the floor and waddled over to you.

“Babies.” James Jr says, poking your baby bump.

You and Bucky smile at his cuteness. You leaned over and kissed the top of his head. You glanced at Bucky and noticed something was off, which concerned you. You pushed it to the back of your mind and reminded yourself to ask Bucky about it later.

“Let’s get you ready for bed, soldier.” You say.

“I’ll do it.” Bucky speaks up.

You said a silent ok and allowed Bucky to do his fatherly duties of getting his son ready for bed. While Bucky was tucking James Jr in bed, he felt himself more calm down compared to how he felt earlier today, but he will admit that he’s still nervous about having triplets. Bucky said goodnight to his son and gave him a kiss on the top of his head before leaving his bedroom to go to yours and his shared bedroom and went to bed with his arms wrapped around you protectively.

The next morning, Bucky still seemed off to you. You didn’t want to overwhelm him with questions, but you also want to know what’s going through his head.

“Bucky?” You say softly.

“Yes, doll?” Bucky asks.

“Are you ok?” You asked. “You’ve been quiet most of yesterday after our doctors appointment.” You say.

“I- I’m just a little nervous is all.” He admits. “I thought we were just going to have 1 baby, but it turns out that we’re having 3 babies, which I’m thrilled about.” He says.

“To be honest…” You start. “I’m a little nervous too.” You tell him.

Bucky’s facial expressions softened when you told him that you’re nervous too.

“It’s ok to be nervous, matryoshka.” He cups your cheek. “I’m sure it’ll pass soon.” He says.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion when Bucky called you matryoshka.

“Matryoshka?” You asked curiously.

“It’s Russian.” He puts his right hand on your baby bump. “You are carrying my babies after all.” He says.

“Oh ok. That makes more sense.” You say.

“Get used to it. I’m going to be calling you that throughout your pregnancy.” He says.

Bucky leaned in and kisses you sweetly. The kiss was short lived when James Jr woke up from his nap and called for Bucky from his bedroom.

“I’ll get him.” Bucky says.

Bucky stood up from the couch and went to James Jr’s room to see him sitting upright on his bed.

“Is my little man awake?” He coos as he picked him up.

James Jr giggles loudly as Bucky gave him soft kisses. Bucky smiles at the sound of his son’s giggles. He walked to the living room where you are and sat down next to you.

“There’s my baby boy.” You cooed.

James Jr happily crawled onto your lap and hugged you.

“Babies.” James Jr curiously said, pointing at your baby bump.

“That’s right.” You smile. “There’s babies in mama’s belly.” You say.

Bucky put his arm around your shoulder and moved closer to you. James Jr quickly got interested in his daddy’s vibranium arm and moved over to his lap to play with it.

“How are you feeling, matryoshka?” Bucky asks.

“Hungry.” You answered. “I have to feed 4 people now.” You say.

“I’ll get you something to eat from your favorite restaurant.” Bucky says.

He stood up and gently placed James Jr on the couch next to you.

“Keep an eye on mama for me, soldier.” He says.

“Me watch mama.” James Jr confirms, making you and Bucky smile.

Bucky gave you two kisses before leaving to get you guys something to eat. You put cartoons on the TV to entertain him. He quickly got occupied with the toys he has in a container next to the TV. He grabbed a few and got back on the couch next to you. He handed you one of his toys, wanting you to play with him. You maneuvered yourself so you can face your son.

“Are you going to play with your little brothers or sisters when they’re born?” You asked him.

James Jr nodded his head yes with a smile on his face. He then put a stuffed animal on your lap in front of your baby bump.

“Play.” James Jr says, referring to his triplet siblings in your belly.

“That can’t play yet, sweetie. They have to be born first and they’re not ready to play just yet.” You tell him.

James Jr sat there with a pout on his face.

“Mama and daddy will play with you until then.” You say.

You and James Jr played until Bucky got home with the food. He put the food on the kitchen counter and went to the living room to see his two favorite people playing and watching cartoons.

“What’re you two playing?” Bucky asks, taking a seat behind you.

“Superheroes.” James Jr answers. “Like daddy.” He says.

Bucky smiles widely when his son basically called him a superhero.

“I hate to interrupt playtime, but it’s time to eat, buddy.” You say to him.

James Jr listened and put his toys down and patiently waited for you or Bucky to get him his food. Bucky stood up and helped you stand up.

“I love you, matryoshka.” Bucky says, pecking your lips.

“I love you too, Buck.” You say, kissing him back.

“I wuv mama and daddy!” James Jr chimes in, making you two smile at his cuteness.

“We love you too, little soldier.” You and Bucky say in unison and gave him kisses.

🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖

-Bucky’s Doll

[crazyunsexycool]

My little love

Happy Birthday Bucky!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: fluff, HENRY BARNES!!!! he's the sweetest, Lottie being Lottie, a fake out, implied smut at the end

A/N: Alright here is another birthday for Bucky. Number 1 dad deserves all of the celebration!!!

For the first time since being freed from hydra’s hold, Bucky was looking forward to celebrating his birthday. He had a reason, well three to be exact, to want to celebrate. Bucky was truly happy for the first time in a long time. He had his dream girl and two of the sweetest kids anyone could have ever hoped for. 

On his birthday, Bucky woke up a bit later than usual. It didn’t matter because at least he would have a few minutes to cuddle with you but when he turned in bed you weren’t there. Still Bucky smiled as he thought that maybe Lottie and Henry would run in and spend some time hanging out with him but no. He sighs and gets up to get ready for the day. Out in the living room Bucky is met with you and Lottie but no Henry. Lottie hopped up and ran to her father and wished him a good morning. 

“Morning, Baby.” You look up at him from the book you were reading. 

“Morning, Sugar.” He leans down and gives you a quick kiss. 

“Do you have any plans today?” 

Bucky gave you a bit of a confused look but then shook his head. “Not really, only going to the gym for my normal workout and finishing some mission reports.” 

“Oh cool. I was thinking maybe we could go out to dinner with the kids.” 

“Yeah that sounds nice. Where’s Henry?” 

“He’s hanging out with Wanda. She was going to show him how to make some Sokovian dish.”

“Oh, ok.” Bucky says and looks around, slightly disappointed. Still he smiles and heads out the door to the gym.

Down at the gym Bucky is sparring with Sam since Steve is nowhere to be found. He was starting to feel a bit down since he was looking forward to celebrating. Part of him thought it would be weird if he mentioned the fact that it was his birthday considering that you knew and always went out of your way to do something special for him. Bucky pushed those thoughts out of his mind and focused on getting some work done. He couldn’t exactly be upset because he always said he didn’t like celebrating his birthday and maybe now everyone was finally doing as he asked.

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When Bucky finally dragged himself back to the apartment he was surprised to see you all dressed up. You smiled up at him as you were entering the living room. 

“Hey babe, I laid out some clothes for you.” You say before giving Bucky a quick kiss. 

“Thanks, where are the kids?” 

“Well Henry is still with Wanda and Lottie insisted on having a ‘moobie night’ with Steve. I thought we could have a date night. What do you say?” 

Bucky was feeling more dejected as the day went on and not having his kids on his birthday was just the last straw. But he also didn’t want to force them to be with him if they didn’t want to.

“I was kind of looking forward to spending time with all four of us.” He says quietly. 

“Oh babe, I know but come on it’ll be fun.” 

He looks at your pout and big doe eyes and he smiles. “Ok, I’ll go get ready.” 

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In the car Bucky was a bit distant. He had gone from being excited about his birthday to wishing the day would end already. You turned your head and smiled at him. To Bucky you seemed oblivious to his foul mood and somehow that hurt him more than you not even wishing him a happy birthday. 

When you finally got to what ended up being a diner Bucky was ready to just turn the car around and go home. You got out of the car and waited for him so reluctantly Bucky got out and took your hand. He was confused when you walked up to the diner and it was completely empty. 

“Is this the diner we brought the kids to?” He asks as he looks at the empty diner through the windows.

“Yeah, their first ever diner experience.” You smile.

“I think it’s closed. There’s no one here.”

“Well let’s just check, if it is we can go somewhere else.” 

You walk in and sure enough the only people there are the cooks and a few servers milling about. Bucky walks in right after you. He throws a suspicious glance around the place before he hears the door lock. He turns around but doesn’t see anyone by the door. When Bucky turns around the room is filled with the team and your family. 

“Surprise!” Everyone yells and Bucky is standing in stunned silence. 

“Happy biwthday dada.” Lottie runs up to him with her arms stretched out. She latches on to one of his legs. 

“Happy birthday daddy.” Henry says as he hugs Bucky around his midsection. 

Bucky was completely shocked and confused but he hugged his kids anyway. When you walked up to him he could see the guilt on your face. 

“I’m so sorry. The kids wanted to surprise you and swore me to secrecy.” 

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh, the disappointment he was feeling slid off him like water off a duck’s back. He pulled you in by your waist and you leaned up to kiss him.

“Happy birthday baby.” You said against his lips before kissing him again. 

“Get a room.” 

“Eewwww.” 

“Gross.” 

The team teased the two of you before they all started to wish him a happy birthday. Your family was also there to congratulate him before everyone settled down at the long table the diner staff had rearranged. The servers begin to take down everyone’s orders and the group is left to talk amongst themselves. 

“How long have you been planning this?” Bucky turned to look at you. You had your arm draped across the back of his chair and the other tucked under your chin while it rested against his shoulder. 

“The party I wanted to plan? About three weeks. Then two weeks ago the kids came to me while you were on a mission and told me their plan. They were so cute, they even drew what they wanted the decorations to look like. I saved the drawing for you to keep.” 

Bucky smiled, he really did have the best kids ever. 

“The whole not acknowledging your birthday was Henry’s idea. He thought you’d be even more surprised if you thought we all forgot.” 

“Oh so he’s who I have to put in timeout.” 

“What?” Henry’s head whipped around so fast. His eyebrows shot up in surprise but he wanted to giggle.

“No gibe bubba timeout dada. Is not nice.” 

“You can glare at me all you want but I’ll put you in time out too, little lady.” Bucky quipped and Lottie grinned before she giggled. 

“Dada no gibe you timeout bubba.” She announced as if the matter had been decided. 

“I’m just kidding bubs. You did something really nice for me and it means so much, so thank you, both of you.” 

The outing went on as planned. The group ate and talked and laughed. A jukebox in the corner played some of Bucky’s favorites. 

When it came time for dessert Steve helped Henry bring in the cake from the kitchen. Everyone stood around the smaller table with Bucky at the center. The cake was large and it was obviously homemade. It had a few layers to it so it was tall. The buttercream frosting was a deep blue. The other decorations on it were gold, including the Happy Birthday in a childlike scribble at the top of the cake. There was even a small goat figurine perched at the top. 

While Bucky held Lottie, Henry pulled up a chair and stood on it so that he could see everyone better. 

“Um before we sing happy birthday, I’d like to say something.” Henry speaks up. When everyone’s attention is on him, he clears his throat. “Well um, thank you everybody that could come and celebrate daddy’s birthday.” Henry says and turns to look at Bucky. “You are the best daddy in the world.” 

“The bestest one.” Lottie adds. 

 There’s a few chuckles from the group. 

“You are always nice and read us bedtime stories.”

“Gibe kisses when I habe an owie.” 

Bucky, although he tried his hardest, let a few tears slip. 

“You love us, and we love you.” Henry smiles at his father. Bucky hugs him with one arm while he keeps Lottie in his other arm. 

“Thank you, I love both of you so much.” 

Once he pulls back everyone begins to sing happy birthday. Bucky blushes a bit at the attention but can’t help but beam while he holds his kids and feels your hand on his back. When he turns his head to look at you he finds that your eyes are already on him. Pure love, admiration and happiness shine in them. When the singing was done and everyone wished him a happy birthday the cake was cut. 

“This is really good.” Bucky says around a fork full of cake and the fresh fruit filling. “Where did you get this?” He asks you.

“Oh I didn’t buy it.” 

“No?” 

“Nope. Henry made it with Wanda’s help.”

“I only really helped with the prep work and the oven. He even made the frosting.” Wanda adds. “Henry’s a natural in the kitchen.” 

“Baby added the goat though.” 

“Yeah, goat is so cute.” 

“What I don’t understand is Steve being completely absent all day.” 

You look at bucky and giggle. “Charlotte saw him telling you about the party so she took it into her own hands to keep him occupied until it was time to leave for the diner.”

“He was always the worst at lying.”

You all share a laugh as you continue to enjoy the dessert made by Henry. A few presents are opened before everyone calls it a night. 

~~~~~~~~~

When you finally make it back to the tower, the kids beg Bucky to read them a bedtime story which he does happily. While he does that you get ready for bed. When Bucky walks into your shared room he stops in his tracks. 

“Happy birthday Bucky.” You smile as Bucky’s eyes rake over your lingerie clad body. 

“You have one more present to unwrap.” 

Bucky licks his lips before moving towards you. He hovers over you and you can’t help but laugh at how giddy he looked. You love seeing him happy. 

“Best birthday ever.” He murmurs before he connects his lips with yours. 

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Better Off

Pairing: Past Bucky x Reader

Part 1 of Little Soldier

Dear Bucky, 

Two and a half years. That’s how long we had each other. It all boils down to this. I’m too emotional right now, or I’d be saying goodbye face to face. That’s what comes with being nearly twenty weeks pregnant, though. I heard you the other day, Bucky. I heard you when you were with Steve. I had gone to ask him how to tell you about our baby. Well. I guess I should say my baby now. You don’t want any bastard children, wasn’t that how you put it? That you didn’t want kids at all?

Your suspicions were clearly right. You went to him, telling him that you were worried I’m pregnant. Saying I’ve been emotional, eating differently, and napping. You wanted his advice, too, but for a very different reason. You wanted advice on how to tell me you didn’t want this. You wanted me to ‘take care of it’, or you’d have nothing to do with us. 

I’m sure you can imagine my surprise hearing that. You’d never hinted that you didn’t want more. That you didn’t want kids, that they would be a deal breaker. While I was excited to share this next chapter of life with you, you were pulling away. 

I found out I was pregnant when I was about 8 weeks. Do you have any idea how hard it was trying to plan the perfect surprise for when I found out what I was having? Not blurting it out? Hiding throwing up around you? Making sure that I didn’t slip up and say something that would give away what I thought would have been an amazing surprise. 

Jokes on me, I guess. 

We’re safe. We’re out of your hair. 

If you care at this point. 

Love, 

Y/N/N

Bucky stared at the note in his hand. He had been right, and you’d walked away. You didn’t want anything from him. You didn’t want him to ‘be there’ for your baby. His baby. You’d chosen to be a single mother, not even fighting him on it. 

Then it hit him. You said that the two of you were safe. Furrowing his brows, he went to find Tony. “You helped her leave?” 

Tony barely looked up. “Yup.” He nodded. “They’re safe. End of story.” He told him, continuing to work on his newest gadget, sighing when he messed something up. “Surprised you aren’t out celebrating.” Tony muttered, clearly upset with the Winter Soldier. 

“Why the hell would I be celebrating losing the woman I love?!” He snapped, angry. 

Sitting up, Tony looked at him. “She told me what you said, Barnes.” He said seriously. “You were going to walk away anyway. You got your out. I’ve never seen her that upset. If Nat and Steve weren’t helping them unpack right now, I’m sure you’d be having a very different conversation with a very angry assassin.” He warned him. “I would suggest hiding when they get back, though. You don’t want to know what came out of Nat’s mouth as threats towards you. Clint hid.” He shuddered. 

Bucky’s jaw clenched. “Am I not allowed to not want kids?” He asked. “Not everyone is cut out for parenthood, Stark.” 

“Oh, it’s clear that not everyone is cut out for parenthood.” He agreed, going back to his work. “And no one is forcing you to be in their life, so obviously, you’re allowed. You know Nat sees her like a sister.” Everyone knew that. The pair of you had trained together from day one. You were nearly her equal, after all. “Just shows how much Y/N/N loves you. She said she wants you happy.” 

He stood there for a second, trying to figure out what the hell he was feeling. “Shit.” He grumbled, storming out. 

After they’d helped you move in, you hugged Nat and Steve goodbye. You watched them drive down your very long driveway before disappearing into the trees. No one had known Tony had bought a house (more like a damn mansion) in the woods in upstate New York. Not until you’d gone to him for his help. He’d told you he bought it a few years ago- along with other properties around the country. He called them his ‘just in case’ houses. And, he’d handed you the keys. 

The day after you’d gone to him, he’d had a cleaning company make sure the house was clean. Two days after, he’d had furniture delivered and set up. Three days after, you were packed up, and driving to what would be your new home. Steve drove in a second car behind you, leaving you and Nat in yours. They’d spent two days with you, but had to get back. 

Now you were alone in this big house. Shutting the door, you let out a small sigh. “I am here if you need anything, Miss.” Came JARVIS’s voice, making you jump and let out a small scream. 

“JARVIS?!” You managed, tearing up, a small smile on your face. He made this feel more like home. Unless you were hearing things. 

“Yes, Miss.” He assured you. “You’ve been shown the usual security system, but I connect your home to the tower. There are cameras that only Tony has access to in case of emergencies, and there is also a safe room in the basement.” He went on. “I will direct you to that once you have rested.” 

Leave it to Tony to make it into a fort. “Thank you.” You breathed, looking around. This was your home. It was surrounded by trees, but with a decent sized backyard. Nothing like a house you would have personally bought, but it screamed Tony Stark. 

You’d had your son, Dominick Paul Y/L/N in early October. The leaves had been falling, there was a nip in the air, and it made you look forward to his birthday parties years down the line. When he could ask for a Halloween themed party if he could. When he could jump in the piles of leaves. 

Everyone had come to see you over the course of two weeks once you were home. Tony and Pepper had been the ones to help you get home from the hospital. It was such a strange adjustment. Having a tiny being to care for. But, you loved your son, and every sleepless moment was worth it. Tony all but whined when it wasn’t his turn to hold the small boy. He promised to be back as he hugged you goodbye days later. 

Following him was Clint and Sam. Then Nat and Wanda. Then Bruce. Steve came last. You’d gotten so used to always having someone around that weeks later, your house felt far too empty for your liking. Looking down at Dominick, you smiled softly. “Maybe I’ll get your Aunts and Uncles over for Thanksgiving, handsome.” 

Bucky figured that they kept in touch, but had no way to know. None of them so much as mentioned your name near him. He was training when Wanda and Nat came in, making him furrow his brows. 

“His tiny hands!” Wanda said happily. “I knew he’d be small, but I’ve never really been around babies before.” She went on. 

Nat nodded. “I was more surprised he had hair , honestly.” She chuckled. “I didn’t know a kid could come out with that much. I googled it when we got back to see if that was just something special. Apparently, babies born with hair isn’t uncommon.” She shrugged. 

Wanda chuckled. “I hope we can get back there soon. I loved getting to cuddle him!” 

“Who?” Bucky asked, surprising them. They hadn’t even noticed him there. 

Nat shrugged. “One of the women that works in the tower had a little boy.” She brushed it off as nothing.

He sighed, shaking his head. Had you had the baby by now? Should he ask them? He scoffed at the idea. It was better this way. He didn’t want kids. At all. He was a monster, and he didn’t want to screw up some poor kid by being their father. You, and your kid, were a hell of a lot better off this way.

The snow came, painting your land white. With it came your son’s first Christmas. 

The snow melted, letting you know that soon, flowers would be sprouting. Spring was fast approaching. Dominick was getting bigger every day. 

The May showers passed, leading to hot summer days. You watched the trees move in the summer breeze as you kept Dominick in to cool indoors. 

Summer heat led to the leaves turning. Signaling your son’s upcoming birthday. He was every bit a tiny version of his father. His dark hair was unruly at times, especially in the mornings. His bright blue eyes lit up when he liked something. You’d decided that you didn’t want a big birthday party for him. Just something small, as he wouldn’t remember. Getting Tony not to go overboard was another story. He’d gotten Dominick enough toys for everyone, but they’d already gotten toys, as well. 

It was a bittersweet day. Knowing that his father wasn’t there. And never would be. They knew that you still loved Bucky, and this would make it hard for you.

“JARVIS! Get Tony the video!” You beamed. “Dom is walking!” You clapped as your son waddled towards you. “Come to mommy!” 

“Sir, video from the house for you.” Came JARVIS’s voice one morning. A moment later, he saw Dominick walking to you. He grinned, seeing the pride on your face. 

That’s how time went by. Visits from the team when they could, birthdays and Christmases almost always a promise of them coming. You never asked about Bucky, or how he was.

In time, your heart ached less and less. When Dominick was three, you got a part time job and he went into daycare. That’s when you met a man named Will. The two of you had hit it off right away, but you refused to get too serious at first. You’d been honest about your family- how could you ever hide that you were close with the Avengers? That you used to be one? The two of you had been together six months before they even knew you were seeing someone. It was nearing Dom’s fourth birthday, and you wanted them to all meet then. 

You were pacing the front room while Dom and Will played outback. Nat had texted you that they were almost there, and to say you were nervous was an understatement. Finally, you heard the cars and opened your front door. Smiling as you saw your family, you stepped outside and opened your arms for them. Clint came running, acting like a giant kid who hadn’t seen their favorite relative in awhile. You laughed as he hugged you, lifting you slightly off the ground. “Alright, point me in the direction of the guy I have to threaten.” He said half jokingly. 

“Be nice. Please?” You said as the others came up. “I really like him.” You said honestly. “He’s great with Dom, too.” You added, knowing that was a big concern of theirs. 

Tony kissed your cheek. “I promise I left almost all my suits at home.” He smiled, chuckling as you slapped his arm. “What? I keep one nearby at all times in case of emergencies.” He shrugged. “Where’s my nephew?” He grinned, always loving time with the energetic little boy. 

You chuckled, shaking your head. “He’s outback playing with Will.” You told him. “You can put his presents in the dining room. Are you guys staying the night this year?” Some nights they were able to, other times they had to get back that night. 

Tony shook his head. “I gotta get back.” He told you. “I think that Clint, Nat, and Wanda are staying, though.” He shrugged.

You were relaxing with Wanda and Nat while Clint, Sam, and Steve played with Dom in the yard. Will and Tony were chatting off to the side. “I have a question.” Will glanced at him. “She doesn’t talk about Dom’s father. Ever.” He started. “She explained that she left him before he was born, and that he’s also an Avenger.” Tony nodded. “Does he ask about them? Does he ever wonder where you all vanish to?” He was curious. “Will he just...show up one day?” 

Tony sighed, shaking his head. “He’s never asked. At least not me.” He said honestly. “Not since he asked me about helping her leave him.” He explained. “I have no idea what he thinks we do. I don’t really care, either. None of us talk about them around him, and he doesn’t even have an idea where they are. Hell, for all I know, he might think their in another country.” He mused. “He’s a friend, but they’re family.” He looked to Will. “And I will hurt you if you hurt them.” He said easily. 

“Yeah, Nat threatened me earlier.” Will chuckled nervously. “I’m sure I’d have you all on my back, honestly.” 

“And possibly Y/N. She would wipe the floor with all of us.” Tony told him. “Except maybe Banner. He’s not here. He visits without all of us. I think he likes the break from us ‘bickering’.” Which was true. They did act like a group of kids at times. It was hard, working and living together. “And JARVIS connects them for video chats sometimes.” 

You smiled over at them, thankful that they seemed to get along. 

Everyone was sitting around dinner one evening when an alarm went off. “Sir, there is an emergency at Miss Y/N’s.” JARVIS alerted him. Everyone paled at that. 

“Bring up video. NOW.” Tony demanded, panicked. 

A moment later, there was a video playing. It showed you fighting off a couple assailants. “Where’s Will?!” Nat asked, knowing that just because he didn’t have training, didn’t mean he wouldn’t fight. He loved you and Dom. 

“Dead.” JARVIS told them as your thighs locked around one’s head before slamming him to the floor. Bucky’s eyes never left you. It was clear that you weren’t as sharp as you once were, but you were still holding your own. “He was the first one down. Gun shot.” 

Wanda’s eyes were wide. “Where’s Dom?!” She all but yelled, worried for the boy she saw as her nephew. At almost six, he was more than aware enough that something was going on. “Please don’t tell me they got him, too.” 

“He’s in the safe room.” He said as everyone started rushing out to get to you. “I will continue the feed on the Quinjet.” JARVIS told them. 

It took Bucky a moment to follow, his mind trying to catch up to what was going on. Who the hell was Will? Was Dom your son? His son? Steve stopped him. “Do you think you’re in the right mind for this?” He asked, snapping from his thoughts. “It’s been years since you’ve seen her, and he won’t know who you are.” He added. 

Bucky gave a quick nod. “We need all the men we can get.” He said simply. 

Lying in the safe room, you had Dom’s shirt against your side. While you’d manage to take out most of the men that attacked, you’d also managed to get stabbed. You’d just barely made it to the safe room, locking both you and your son in. “Miss, the others are on their way.” He assured you. “They have a live feed, so they know what to expect.” 

Dom was crying and curled into your side. “Mommy!” He sniffed, shaking. 

“It’ll be okay, baby.” You breathed, trying to convince yourself, as well. You kissed the top of his head, tears in your eyes. You’d seen Will be shot, and were mourning the man that you loved. While trying to comfort your son. 

As soon as they were in your house, they were fighting. “Steve! Get them from the safe room!” Tony called to the super soldier. Sam went with him, knowing that Dom would need comforting, too. They had all seen you get stabbed, and they were all worried. 

Bucky kept as focused as he could. He took out a couple men before he saw Sam carrying you out, followed by Steve holding a little boy. The boy had his little arms around Steve’s neck, his face buried into the side of it. He sucked in a breath, knowing that was his son. He felt guilt wash over him. If he hadn’t said what he did, pushing you out, you wouldn’t be covering Sam in your blood. “Barnes!” Nat snapped at him seconds before a fist collided with his cheek. 

Tony stayed behind to deal with the legal aftermath while the others rushed you back to the tower. Dom never let go of Steve, who sung to him. He rocked him gently, trying to calm him down. Nat stayed by your side, holding some gauze to your wound, worry filling her. She couldn’t lose you. Dom couldn’t lose you. None of them could. 

Dom sniffed, looking up at Steve finally. “Will’s dead. He was gonna be my daddy when they got married.” He said sadly, breaking Steve’s heart. 

“I know, buddy.” He rubbed his back. “We all liked him.” Which was true. Will was a good guy. “Wanna talk about the fun we’ve had with him? Think of happy things?” He tried, not wanting this to be what haunted Dom. Dom chewed on his lip and nodded. “Remember last Christmas? When him and Tony played rock paper scissors over who got to put together your new toy?” He smiled softly. 

He nodded. “Aunt Wanda had it done before they gone done being silly.” He wiped his nose. “Did you know him and Uncle Bruce played the crossword together?” He asked. “They had a book, and they would each try to finish a page faster. Will never won.” He sighed. 

Swallowing, Bucky didn’t know what to do. Dom had no idea who he was, and clearly knew the others really well. Bucky hadn’t even known you were that close! He thought that maybe you’d gone back to where you grew up to raise him. He watched his best friend and the little boy together. It was so weird. Like watching Stevie with a young him. Dom kept his hair long, just like Bucky did. Was that because of you? Or was that what he liked? 

“Who’s the creepy guy watching us, Uncle Steve?” Dom ‘whispered’ to Steve, glancing at Bucky, who looked away. 

Steve sighed. “An old friend of your mom’s.” He told him. “I’m sure she’ll tell you about him when she wakes up.” He rested his cheek on the top of Dom’s head. He felt Dom’s grip on him tighten again. 

It had been touch and go for a few days. Bruce kept you under while the rest of the team looked after Dom. Tony had packed the small boy a bag before making his way back to the tower. He never wanted to be alone, which no one blamed him. He’d never been to the tower before, and he’d just been through something traumatic. The first night there, he had slept in Steve’s room. Which was interrupted by nightmares. JARVIS offered to play music finally, and Dom had been excited to hear the AI’s voice. Growing up with him always there meant he was a huge comfort to him. 

Yawning, Steve carried him down to breakfast the next morning. Nat came over, taking him. “Morning, cutie.” She kissed his cheek. “Wanna help me make breakfast?” She offered, ignoring how Bucky watched them. 

Dom shook his head, but it was Steve that spoke up. “He didn’t sleep well last night. Neither of us did. It wasn’t until he realized JARVIS is here that we got a couple solid hours in.” He told her. “I think it’s just gonna be a lot of cuddling him today.” He rubbed Dom’s back on his way by to get coffee.

“That’s okay. I don’t mind Dom cuddles.” She smiled softly at him. “Maybe later we can go see what Uncle Tony is doing in his labs?” She offered, hoping that would distract him for just a little while. 

“I want my mommy.” Dom told her sadly. He’d never been away from you for long before. Only for daycare, and school. This was new for him, and he didn’t like it. Especially after seeing you covered in blood. “Can I see her?” He asked. 

Nat sighed, not sure what to do. This wasn’t a situation she had ever foreseen. “Let me talk to Uncle Bruce after breakfast, okay?” She offered. “You can color with Aunt Wanda while I do that.” Seeing her nephew sag, but nod, killed her. 

Bucky was never very far from Dom, trying to get to know his son through the others. It was Steve that had noticed it near the end of day three. Sam and Nat were giving Dom a bath (or...trying to), and Steve pulled his best friend to the side. “What the hell?” Bucky glared. 

Steve crossed his arms over his chest. “Why are you all but stalking a six year old?” He asked. “I see him, and you aren’t far.” He pointed out, his eyes daring Bucky to contradict that. “Why?” He questioned again. 

“Because he’s my son.” Bucky shrugged. 

“No, he’s not.” Steve said firmly. “He’s Y/N’s son.” He corrected. He hated this, and hated knowing that he was likely hurting his best friend, but this was what Bucky had wanted. “You can’t have it both ways. You can’t say you don’t want kids, and then suddenly be obsessed with him years later. It took her a long time to move on.” He sighed. “She just lost her fiance, and Dom lost his father figure. Don’t make this harder on them by being weird.” 

Bucky looked down, shaking his head. “I feel guilty, Steve.” He admitted for the first time out loud. “If I hadn’t been so against kids, if she didn’t hear me, then they wouldn’t have been in that house. She wouldn’t be fighting for her life, and he wouldn’t think of me as the ‘creepy guy’. She’d be safe. They would have been safe.” He told him. 

Steve gave him a sad smile. “You can’t blame yourself.” He said gently. “You don’t want kids. Not everyone does.” 

“Because I was afraid of them getting hurt. I’m a monster. They’re better off without me.” 

He stared at him. “What?” He asked, confused. Not once did Bucky ever mention this when he’d told him he didn’t want kids years ago. 

“You think I want to screw up some kid because they got stuck with a monster for a father?” He asked, finally looking up at Steve. “They’re better off without me. Or, so I thought.” 

This honestly changed how Steve felt. He’d wanted nothing more than protect you, and Dom, from Bucky. From being hurt more by him. “Buck…” He sagged. “You aren’t a monster.” Hearing that he felt he was killed him. “Not even close.” 

Bucky went to argue, but a small body went running by them, followed by Sam, and Nat. Dom was giggling, clearly making this into a game. “Come on, kid.” Sam called out. “It’s getting close to your bedtime!” 

“Dominick Paul.” Nat said seriously, trying very hard not to laugh. He stopped in his tracks, knowing that meant trouble. He turned and looked up at her, his bottom lip our slightly. “If you let me get you ready for bed, you can sleep in my room tonight.” She crouched, holding up his pajamas. 

He sighed. “Fine.” He agreed. 

Bucky swallowed before walking away. Steve let him go, wanting to give him a moment alone before he went to talk to him again. 

You groaned as you came to. “Ow.” You whined. 

“Take it easy.” Came Bruce’s voice. “You’re in the tower, you and Dom are safe.” He assured you, knowing that’s where your mind would go next. 

Licking your lips, you looked over at him. “How’s he holding up?” You worried about how he was handling this. 

Bruce sat on the side of your bed. “He’s doing okay. First night he had a lot of nightmares. Took  him realizing that JARVIS is here to let him and Steve get some sleep.” He explained. “He’s always with one of the team. He calls Bucky the ‘creepy guy’, by the way.” You groaned, knowing that you’d be coming face to face with him eventually. “He’s sleeping in Nat’s room tonight. I’ll let them know he can come say hi in the morning.” 

“Thanks, Bruce.” You patted his hand. “I can’t believe Will is gone.” You managed, tearing up. Everything was hitting you again. 

“We’re all sorry for your loss.” He kissed your forehead as the doors opened. “Hi, Steve.” He looked over. 

“JARVIS told me she was awake.” Steve explained. “I was hoping I could talk to  her for a minute?” You had a right to know what Bucky had told him. 

Getting up, Bruce nodded. “I’ll go get you something to eat. After I’ll check your side.” He told you, heading out to give you two some privacy. The look on Steve’s face told him that it was important. 

Steve smiled as he sat where Bruce had been. “So…” How the hell was this supposed to come out? “I talked to Bucky tonight. Confronted him, because he’s been ‘stalking’ Dom as I put it.” You sucked in a breath, worried. Why would he do that? You didn’t think he’d hurt Dom, but it made no sense. “He feels guilty. He’s blaming himself for you getting hurt, and for Dom being put in the position to see all that.” He went on. “I told him he couldn’t have it both ways. He couldn’t not want kids, and then follow Dom around the damn tower. If I saw Dom, I saw Bucky.” 

“Bruce says Dom calls him the ‘creepy guy’. I get that now.” You noted. 

He let out a small chuckle. “Yeah, he started calling him that on the Quinjet.” He nodded. “Bucky told me why he didn’t want kids.” 

“Because he doesn’t? Remember, I heard him.” It felt like you were reopening new wounds. 

“He thinks he’s a monster, Y/N.” His voice was soft. “He didn’t want to screw up a kid by him being their father. He thinks you two are simply better off without him.” He held your hand, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. “He’d never mentioned it before today. Not even a hint.”  

You stared at him. “What?” You finally breathed. You had no idea how the hell to process this. “C-can I have some time alone to think?” You asked, tearing up. You were so overwhelmed with everything that had been thrown at you. 

Steve nodded, giving your hand a squeeze. “Just have JARVIS call for me if you need me.” He told you. “I’m sorry that I just laid this on you after everything, but I thought you had a right to know. Before you saw him again.” 

Nodding, you gave him a small smile. “Thanks, Steve.” 

Not being able to lift Dom was hard as hell. Bruce had released you, but you had a weight limit of what you could lift, and were told to keep it easy. It had only been five days since the attack on your home. Coming down to lunch, you smiled at your family. It faded as you spotted Bucky. “Hi, Bucky.” You gave him a small wave, seeing him for the first time since you were twenty weeks pregnant with Dom. 

“Mommy!” Dom beamed, running over to hug your leg. He smiled up at you as you ran your hand through his hair. “I missed you.” He told you, even though he’d been visiting you. 

Bucky watched how you interacted with Dom, chewing on the inside of his lip. Would you be moving out again? Would you be staying at the tower? Would you tell Dom who he was? Would you ever be able to look at him without that pain in your eyes? 

You sat down, Dom dragging his chair as close as he could to yours. “So, what’s for lunch?” You asked, just wanting to move forward at the moment. You’d have a funeral to plan, choices to make, and you just couldn’t deal with it right that second. You needed to just be thankful for your family. 

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I don’t think we talk about dad!bucky enough on this blog. Like how’d he feeling when you tell him you’re pregnant? How was he during your birth? After? After after?

oooohhhhh we've got a lot to talk about, like too much. so much to talk about, it could be a series. let's start from the beginning though, shall we?

warnings: fluff, mentions of pregnancy, implications of sex, slight mentions of ptsd, written quickly

could be read with Day One & Day Thirteen

let's be honest, he is ecstatic to be a dad, a father, a parent when you're by his side he feels like he can be a good role model

like yeah he's been through a lot and sometimes he has nightmares and scares some people who think he's a manic or monster or whatever, but you've made him feel like he's better

like he can be a better man, even with his past haunting his dreams

so when he brings up the topic of being a father, it's a bit timid, subtle hints before the real conversation

his hints are not as subtle as he thinks though cause you pick up on the sensitive topic the third time he drops a hint

the first hint was him off-handedly complimenting a baby on your walk

"she's adorable, isn't she?" and you agreed when you looked at the baby and saw her chubby cheeks and toothless grin aimed at you with her little hands making grabby hands at the ice cream you were holding

the second hint was when he offered to babysit the kid in the house across the street

"well, we both know henry and fiona could use the break" was all he had to say when you asked about why there were three kids sitting in the living with crayons and paper littered around them

the third hint was when he held up a baby bodysuit with the words i have the best mommy written in red on white

"this is cute, isn't it?" he had asked standing in the baby aisle he had practically dragged you into. you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow and said "we need to talk when we get home"

he couldn't focus the rest of the shopping trip

he was nervous to say the least

his hands shook basically the whole time while you guys finished shopping and he even let you drive the truck cause the poor guy felt like the world was spinning underneath him

once you got home, he was a mess, but he helped carry all the bags in and then started cleaning the kitchen while you rummaged through the bags once again to check for any rips or stains you might have missed the first time

"bucky?"

he walked into the living room where you sat with a soft and gentle smile on your face

he ran back into the kitchen when you giggled at the bright pink latex gloves he had forgotten to take off

"yes, sweets?" he swallowed thickly when you beckoned him over and patted the spot next to you and turned so that you could face him

even with the smile he loved on your lips, he still couldn't meet your eyes

"look at me, buck"

that gentle tone makes his heart clench when he meets your gaze

your gentle and soft and kind and loving gaze

"do you want a baby?" your voice is so alluring

"...yeah" / "good, cause i want one too"

bucky is pulling you onto his lap so fast and wrapping his arms around you tightly and kissing your cheeks, neck, and lips

when he pulls away, he looks at you like you hung the stars

"really, sweets?" / "really, bucky" / "i love you" / "i love you more" / "there's no fucking way, can't beat me in that race, sweets"

he starts kissing you again, but you pull away too quick for his liking and he frowns

you pull out the baby bodysuit he was holding at the shop and grin

"it is very cute"

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[avengersfantasies]

Anymore - Chapter 7

Summary: Bucky tells you to do whatever you need in order to move on from Steve.

What to expect: fluff, angst

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There was an immediate change in your demeanor, and Bucky noticed it.

            “Babydoll?” he softly spoke – wanting to know what had been sent to you. “Is everything alright?” You sniffled and wiped the tears from your cheeks before handing him the phone. When he saw what had been sent to you, he grew furious. Without thinking, Bucky typed up and sent a response.

When you realized what he had done, you glared at the super soldier.

            “What the fuck is wrong with you?” you scoffed – snatching your phone from him. “I already have one of you being an asshole…last thing I need is for both of you to be dicks.”

Bucky closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “Just can’t stand it when he hurts you.”

“Please don’t stoop to his level, Buck,” you pleaded with teary eyes.

He looked down and nodded. “It won’t happen again, babydoll.”

You absentmindedly nodded, and your hand made its way to your stomach – starting to rub the small baby bump. Bucky looked down and noticed this – watching your hand move back and forth slowly. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t know if he should ask or not. He wanted so badly to make you feel like you weren’t alone in this situation, but he was afraid that you wouldn’t let him actually do it.

“C-Can I uh,” he began stuttering – hovering his hand over yours. “Would you-you mind if I—”

“Please,” you practically pleaded with tears in your eyes.

Bucky gently kissed your lips with his, and he carefully placed his hand on top of your small baby bump. His hand slowly and lovingly rubbed the little bump while your tongues danced. There was something about his touch that made you feel whole. The moment was something you never wanted to end, but unfortunately, the sound of a text message broke the two of you apart with a sigh.

“Should we talk to him?” you asked Bucky softly – needing him to help guide you through this.

His metal hand rubbed your back. “I can’t tell you,” he answered with a trace of regret in his voice. “As much as I want to be with you and help you raise this little one…I can’t tell you what to do…I can only support your decisions.”

You looked to him with tear-filled eyes. “Would you?”

“Would I what?”

“Support my decisions?” you clarified. “No matter what?”

He nodded and rubbed your cheek with his thumb. “No matter what.”

You looked down and felt yourself forget how to speak. “W-Wou-Would you think I’m like…crazy or something if-if I felt that Steve and I needed a like…if we needed like one more time together?”

“As in…break-up sex?” You silently nodded – instantly feeling ashamed of yourself. “Is…that something you want?”

“I want you, Buck,” you sniffled.

The super soldier gently held your face in his hands. “Then you listen to me, babydoll,” he spoke softly – getting your eyes to look up at his. “You do what you need to so that you and I can move on with our life together, okay?”

“Even if that means Steve and I need to—”

“Yes,” he interrupted. “Even if that means you need one more time with him…do what you need to do, baby…I’m not going anywhere.”

Without saying anything, you pulled him to your lips and kissed him deeply. His hands held your hips, and the two of you swallowed each other’s moans – the feeling of your tongues inside each other’s mouths was a feeling neither of you wanted to ever let go of. Finally, though, you pulled away from him and nodded – your forehead against his. “I’ll do what I have to do.”

“I’ll see the two of you tomorrow,” Bucky smiled softly – planting a kiss on your belly.

You smiled and blushed hard. “Yes you will.”

            You stood outside Steve’s room, too nervous to bring yourself to knock on the door. It was now or never though. You knew you needed to get this over with. You and Steve needed to come to an understanding and agree on the situation with the baby. Knowing that Bucky was supporting your decisions before you even made them gave you a burst of strength, and you knocked on the door gently. Steve must’ve been waiting because it took him mere seconds to open the door.

            “Hey beautiful,” he greeted you with a soft smile and stood to the side. “Come in.”

You didn’t respond, instead, you just nodded and walked into his room.

            “Steve,” you began – your hands picking at each other from nervousness. “We need to...figure this out.”

“I agree,” he sighed – leading you over to sit on his bed with him. It was quiet for a few moments while the two of you thought about what to say and where to start. “So…Bucky?”

You blushed and looked down. “Uh…yeah…Didn’t mean for you to hear.”

“It was hard not to,” he chuckled. “Seemed like you were enjoying yourself.”

“Steve,” you snapped – looking up at him. “Please don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Make this about Bucky,” you answered. “Steve…what is it going to take for us to move on from each other?”

He chuckled incredulously. “Well, you’re carrying our baby,” he reminded you. “Do we really need to move on from each other?”

“You said it yourself,” you reminded him. “We’re bad together.”

“It’s not just about us anymore,” he insisted. “There’s a baby involved…and I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna be there.”

“You can be there,” you told him. “I’m not saying you can’t.”

“But I’m supposed to be okay with you being with Bucky?” he scoffed. “So, what? Bucky’s gonna be our baby’s stepdad?”

“No one said that,” you argued back. “But I’m with him, and he’s with me.”

Steve chuckled. “So, now you’re a couple? Wow, you moved on quick.”

“You moved on before we even broke up.”

“And I ended that relationship,” he reminded you. “For you…for us.”

You tearfully looked into his blue eyes. “Bucky told me to do whatever I had to so we could move on,” you told him. “So, what is it gonna take for us to move on?”

Without a word, Steve pulled you to him and planted his lips to yours.

[extremelyblackandwhite]

pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

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Sadie was an easy kid, that’s what Y/N used to tell everyone who asked her what it was like being the au pair for the daughter of a millionaire. Sadie wasn’t spoiled, she barely made a fuss and was usually happy to just play along with her toys as long as she wasn’t bothered too much. In a few words, she was the perfect kid. Today, however, she had decided that as she was reaching the end of 2 and cutting close to 3, maybe she’d ought to live out to the terrible 2s moniker that everyone seemed to know. 

The redhead had closed herself in her room, ignoring every word her father said and continuing on playing with her kitchen play set as if nothing else was happening around her. Y/N had mostly let it happen, watching from the bottom of the stairs while sipping on her cup of tea. It was her day off, her day to only focus on her failing studies and, after all, she wasn’t Sadie’s mother. Why should she bother? Besides, it was rather enjoyable to watch Bucky want to rip the hairs off his head from the comfort of knowing that it wasn’t her problem. 

Bucky huffed, going downstairs hoping his daughter would come out in defeat - he’d clearly forgotten where she’d gotten her attitude from. Y/N merely turned around as he faced her with a look of both exhaustion and begging. 

      - She’s not coming out of her bedroom. 

      - I see that. - she replied, shrugging while taking her cup to the sink. 

      - School starts in 10 minutes and she’s not coming out of her bedroom or getting dressed. 

      - Don’t forget they’ll only take her in if she’s there at start date plus 10 minutes after. 

      - What? When has that been a rule? I can’t take her to the office today, my calendar’s filled with meetings back to back. 

      - Should’ve thought about that this morning, huh. Besides, I’m not working for you today.

Bucky followed her as she made her way to the table to grab her laptop and pens. He didn’t remember that policy? Was there a policy like that? Well, he wouldn’t know as she’d never been late. She’d never been late before, Y/N always got her there on time. Yet again, it seemed as if Y/N was Mary Poppins and he the bad guy who couldn’t even get Sadie to brush her hair. 

     - Y/N, please. - he sighed. She turned around, staring at him with a look which he’d have fucked out of any other women. She was being bratty and he had no time to deal with it. He couldn’t deal with it. - I’m begging you. 

     - You’re begging me? - she crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at me. - You don’t look like you’re begging to me. Besides I’ve told you, I’m not working today. 

     - What the fuck do you want? Do you want me to get on my knees and beg?

     - Actually, yes. 

     - Are you kidding me? 

     - You have about 8 minutes before start date, you really wanna find that out? 

Bucky couldn’t even get his mother to watch Sadie, she was busy with some coffee/tea social which she’d rather die than miss out on. He groaned, before getting on his knees, looking up at the au pair that he paid to look after his daughter. When did she gather this amount of power over him? 

     - Y/N, I am begging you, please get Sadie down and ready for school. 

     - Of course, Sergeant Barnes. - she uncrossed her arms, walking around him as if he wasn’t on his knees for someone younger than him with less social standing. 

She, on the other hand, couldn’t help but smirk at what she’d managed to do. She didn’t think he would actually go down on his knees, she’d expected him to maybe yell and swear and eventually she would’ve ended up doing it merely for Sadie’s sake. Yet, there had he been, on his knees, begging for her help. So much for someone who threatened her job. She’d like to see him try it after today. 

     - Sadie. - Y/N knocked on her bedroom door, slowly and softly opening the door. - Come on, squid. It’s school time. 

     - No. - she replied, continuing to play with her toys.

     - Oh, don’t think you have much of a choice there, squid. - Y/N opened the two year old’s wardrobe, grabbing her uniform, some socks and her shoes followed by her backpack and placed it in her bed. - You don’t need to be afraid of anyone hurting you anymore. I took care of it. 

     - No. 

     - Oh, alright. - Y/N lowered down to her level, pulling her up the ground and putting her on the bed next to the clothes. - We’ll do it like this. You either choose to put on your clothes or you choose not to watch Bluey for a week. What’s it gonna be? 

     - No.

     - No was not one of the options I gave you, squid. Hate to do that to you, but you gotta pick one.

She begrudgingly choose to get dressed, giving a look to Y/N which she hoped would scare her but had no effect. Y/N was used to the little tantrums Sadie put whenever something didn’t go her way and she found that the best way to deal with it was ignoring it. It seemed to work with her father as he equally choose to give Y/N scary looks. She was a professional at dealing with Barnes’ tantrums by now. 

     - That was a good choice, Sadie. - Y/N helped her fix her hair, grabbing one of her hairbands as doing anything else was much too laborious. 

     - Don’t want other mummy.

Oh.

So that was it. It wasn’t Michelle’s kid. It was Anna. 

    - I know, squid. - she caressed her face. - I know but she wants to meet you. You don’t have to do anything else other than meet her. 

    - Don’t you love me anymore?

    - No, Sadie. - she brought the two year old closer to her. - There’s nothing you could ever do that would make me stop loving you. You’re my favourite, you know that. 

    - Then why do I need another mummy?

    - Because I’m not your mother, darling. You need to give your mum a chance, right? Everyone deserves a chance. 

    - Ok but I’m not gonna like her. 

    - Take your time, yeah? It means a lot to your dad if you meet her. I know you don’t want you but can you do it for daddy? Make him happy? 

    - No. 

    - What about for me? Will you do it for me? - why her heart was hurting she wasn’t sure. Although Bucky had put it in an aggressive manner he was right. Y/N wasn’t Sadie’s mum and while she had her thoughts about Anna, it was still Anna’s right to meet Sadie and maybe it was for the best. 

Sadie pondered about it for a second, her face contorting into a confused expression before she ultimately nodded her head. Y/N merely smiled at her, kissing her forehead before guiding her out of her bedroom and down the stairs. 

    - Now you go and you have a great day. - Y/N helped her put on her backpack. - I’ll be waiting here for you when you’re back and we’ll play whatever you want. 

    - Promise?

    - I promise. 

(...)

To say Bucky was nervous was an understatement. The driver had been late to pick him up and now he was here ten minutes after the time he’d wanted to be here. His heart was beating so fast, he was sure he could feel his chest start to bruise. He’d been waiting for this day for a very long time, he’d always thought about it, how it would be when Sadie got to meet her mother. He’d always had ideas of how it would go and now as he stood in the cafe, sat next to his daughter who has happily eating her donut. He couldn’t figure out why he was so nervous. Maybe he shouldn’t have gotten here so early then he wouldn’t have had to deal with the constant looking at the clock, watching as it moved slower than a snail. God, this was hard. 

The minutes continued to go by, 5 turned in ten, ten turned into twenty and twenty turned into forty. Anna was now officially twenty minutes late. His brain rationalised that she was probably caught up in a meeting, one can hardly control clients as a lawyer and Bucky himself knew how much meetings stretched and how traffic in New York was a pain. His phone buzzed on his pocket, she was probably telling him she was on her way but as his screen lit up, the narrative was a complete different one. 

I’m sorry.

His heart dropped and so did his phone on the table. She said she’d be here, she said she wanted to meet Sadie, she said she was ready to meet Sadie. She said ... he didn’t know anymore, he didn’t know and soon enough the nerves turned into anger as he slammed money on the table before hurriedly guiding Sadie back to the car.

    - Take us to Samson & Brothers please. - he told his driver as he buckled Sadie’s chair. 

His mind was spinning faster than a spinning wheel, a mix of anger and disappointment. He could almost hear Y/N laughing at him, what she had warned him about just having happened. Yet, at the same time, the anger that he gathered against Anna over the year was back and in full fledge. He really thought she couldn’t have done worse than having left Sadie on his door step. He was wrong. 

    - Can you watch Sadie for a couple of minutes, Stan? I’ll pay you extra. 

    - That’s ok, Sergeant Barnes. We’ll have fun, won’t we Miss Sadie?

    - I’ll be back, doll. - he kissed his daughter’s forehead.

He was mad. Actually scratch that, he was furious. He hadn’t gone after Anna, he hadn’t begged her to be Sadie’s mum. She’s the one who went to his office, she’s the one who asked him to meet his daughter. And he ... and now he realised how much of a naive fool he’d been. He should’ve taken things slower. Now Sadie knew, now his 2 year old knew just how much her mother didn’t care about her. His anger was the only thing who kept him walking despite Anna’s secretary begging and telling him not go into her office, yet, he didn’t care. He could buy the building if she didn’t let him in and he could bribe the security guards if they tried anything. 

    - Sergeant Barnes, please. She’s in a meeting, she’ll see you in a few minutes. 

    - I don’t give a fuck. - he opened the door to Anna’s office, clearly interrupting a meeting between her and a few other associates. - Anna, outside. Now. 

    - I’m in a middle of a meeting, Bucky.

    - Great. Now you’re having a meeting with me. - he entered her office as if he owned it, arms crossed with a mood that was not to be played with. 

    - Bucky, we’ll talk after I’m done.

    - No, we’re gonna talk now. That’s what you did to me yesterday wasn’t it? 

She sighed, forcing a smile to her associates followed by an apology, yet she reckoned no one wanted to be left alone with Bucky. Not when he was in this mood. Anna accompanied the men to the door, before shutting it and looking at Bucky with the most annoyed face ever. As if she had the right to be annoyed. 

    - You can’t just barge into my office and demand to see me, Barnes. Are you crazy?

    - You promised me, Anna. You promised me you’d show up. 

    - I’m sorry. - she sighed. - I really am sorry, Bucky, but I can’t do this.

    - She’s 2, I hardly think she’s hard to impress. Just tell her you like Bluey or that her hair looks nice. 

    - Bucky, I don’t want to be a mother. 

    - If you don’t want to be a mother why did you want to meet her then? She’s two years old, Anna. Two. She doesn’t understand things. Heck, I don’t understand you.

    - I thought I needed to tell her, that I needed to apologise to her for not being her mother but I ... I just can’t. 

    - Oh trust me, I’m sure she knows that you don’t want to be her mother considering you did not show.

    - Oh cut me some fucking slack, James. You act as if you wanted to be a father. 

    - I didn’t want to be a father but when a baby, my baby, is dropped in front of my door, tough fucking luck, Anna. 

    - I have apologised to you countless times about that. I was scared and I was young ...

    - Oh shut up. - he interrupted her. - You were 36 when she was born, Anna. You weren’t some teenager who had a prom night baby, you knew fucking better. 

    - I’m sorry, James. I’m sorry but I had just had a kid I didn’t want, I’d just have a baby and you didn’t know and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to give her away with you knowing her first, I thought you were at least worth that. I’m sorry, I really am but I’m not cut out to be a mother. You know that.

    - I thought I wasn’t cut out to be a father either yet here I am.

    - I know, Bucky, I know. I know but you’re a father and you’re great, but I still don’t want to be a mother. I don’t have it, I don’t want it, I don’t want a family, it’s not what I want. It’s never what I wanted.

    - You’re a fucking coward, Anna. You didn’t care, you don’t care, and you ... fuck, just meet her. Just see her, I don’t care if you’re there all the time but just hang out with her once a month, I don’t ...

    - I know you want a mother for Sadie. - she interrupted him. - But that’s not me. I gave birth to her and that’s all, Bucky. I thought that maybe I should tell her but I don’t want to make it more complicated than it is. I’m sorry I can’t be her mother. 

    - You know what Anna? That better be your fucking final choice because if you ever change your mind, you better fucking have a good lawyer because as far as I’m concerned, you’re dead to me. 

He didn’t know what else to do. How was he gonna explain it to Sadie? I’m sorry Sadie but your mum only wanted to see you to tell you she didn’t want to be your mother? How was she even ever gonna get over this? It was hard enough as it was. He fumbled the bag, he fumbled the bag really bad. God, he’d even let his driver watch over his daughter. What kind of father was he any way? A lousy one. A lousy father. 

He made his way outside the building, standing by the door as he saw Y/N standing there, holding Sadie against her hip. 

    - You’re here. 

    - She needed me. 

[buckystevelove]

Family Day Out

Family is everything

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

A/N: Sorry I have been so absent, my life has been so chaotic.

I will try to post more often.

Summary: This story is about a domestic and fluffy day in the life of the Rogers-Barnes family.

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You woke up to the sound of little footsteps approaching your bedroom door. You opened your eyes to see Aurora, your and Bucky's daughter, standing at the door with a wide grin on her face. "Good morning, mommy!" she exclaimed, bouncing on her toes.

"Good morning, sweetie," you said, sitting up in bed and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "What time is it?"

"It's time to wake up, silly!" Aurora giggled.

You chuckled and scooped her up into your arms, carrying her back to her bedroom. Bucky was already up, sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in hand. "Good morning," you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Morning, doll," he replied, grinning at you. "How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty well, all things considered," you said, smiling at him. "What's on the agenda for today?"

Bucky took a sip of his coffee before replying. "I was thinking we could take the girls to the park. It's a nice day outside, and I know Aurora would love to play on the swings."

"That sounds like a great idea," you said, nodding in agreement.

Audrey, Steve's daughter, came bounding into the kitchen, her blonde hair bouncing behind her. "Morning, guys!" she said, grinning at all of you.

"Good morning, Audrey," Bucky said, ruffling her hair.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Audrey asked, hopping up onto one of the stools at the kitchen counter.

"We were thinking of taking you and Aurora to the park," you said, smiling at her.

"Yay!" Audrey exclaimed, clapping her hands. "I love going to the park!"

Bucky finished his coffee, and the four of you got ready to head out. Aurora put on her favorite dress, a blue and white sundress that twirled around her legs when she spun. Audrey opted for shorts and a t-shirt, and the two of them looked like polar opposites.

Once you arrived at the park, Bucky lifted Aurora onto the swings, pushing her gently back and forth. Audrey was already off exploring the playground, climbing up the slides and running around with the other kids.

You sat down on a nearby bench, enjoying the warm sunshine on your skin. "It's nice to just sit and relax for a bit," you said to Bucky.

"Yeah, it is," he said, watching Aurora swing higher and higher. "I love being able to do stuff like this with her. It's something I never thought I'd have."

"Well, now you do," you said, smiling at him. "And you're an amazing dad."

Bucky's cheeks turned a little pink, and he leaned over to give you a kiss. "Thanks, doll," he said, grinning at you.

The rest of the afternoon was spent playing on the swings, exploring the playground, and having a picnic lunch on a nearby blanket. As the sun began to set, you all headed back to the car, tired but happy.

As you drove home, Aurora and Audrey chatted excitedly about all the fun they'd had at the park. Bucky reached over and took your hand, squeezing it gently. "I love you," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

"I love you too," you replied, smiling at him.

You all arrived back at the house, and the girls headed up to their bedrooms to get ready for bed. Bucky helped Aurora into her pajamas, while Steve did the same for Audrey. Once they were both tucked in, you and Bucky sat down on the couch, snuggled up together

[navybrat817]

How often does Dad!Bucky get hit on when he's in the baby aisle grabbing diapers?

A lot, Cia! And you get to see it one day.

The Dad Diaries: Diaper Aisle

Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You witness a woman flirting with Bucky, but you don't react the way you expect. Word Count: Almost 1.2k Warnings: Fluff, flirting, reflecting, first time dad, slight feels (it's me), parenthood, random woman thirsty for Bucky (we get it), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning and a dad, okay?). A/N: Next part of The Dad Diaries and from your perspective. Hope you lovelies enjoy. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky doesn’t like to make a big deal out of people flirting with him. For starters, he’s a married man and has made it clear that he has no intention of ever stepping out on you. He would never. You are his wife and soulmate, the love of his life, and the mother of his child. You’re all he needs.

Second, he’s unassuming. You tell him regularly how handsome he is, but he isn’t arrogant about his looks and doesn’t think every woman who looks his way has the intention of hitting on him. He may give a polite smile or nod if he catches someone staring, but will immediately divert his attention back to the task at hand, such as getting those diapers for Jamie.

Fatherhood is sexy on him.

“Your Dada is amazing,” you say to Jamie as you wait beside your cart for Bucky to grab the box.

You smile to yourself when a woman nearly runs her cart into the shelving when Bucky walks past. Not that you blame her for staring. With his luscious locks flowing free, his worn jean jacket fitting like it was made for him, and the sweatpants leaving little to the imagination, you would’ve gawked at him, too.

Which you did earlier and were now.

“Excuse me,” the woman calls out loudly, making Bucky pause as he puts the box under his arm. “So sorry to bother you, but would you mind grabbing a jar for me off the top shelf? I would really appreciate it.”

“No problem,” he says, giving you a small smile from across the aisle as he goes to help the woman.

You wait patiently as the lady thanks him with a grin. You get why she wants Bucky close by. Beyond his overall gorgeousness and kindness, he displays a responsible side of himself when he walks through the baby aisle. He never carries himself in a way that says he’s annoyed or inconvenienced by being there. Carefully selecting the diapers and anything else needed shows how attentive he is. And responsible.

You understand the appeal.

Though, you do wish the lady would stop undressing your husband with her eyes. You practically hear her inhale when he’s close enough. He does smell good, but does she have to step into his space?

“This one?” Bucky asks.

The woman has to blink a few times before she responds. “Oh, sorry. The one next to it. You really are too kind,” she answers, sweeping her gaze over him from head to toe as he reaches over for another jar. You have to bite the inside of your cheek when she takes it from his hand. “It’s too bad you can’t help me bring this stuff in when I get home.”

Yeah, it is too bad.

Clearing his throat, Bucky nods in your direction. “Well, my son might miss me if I’m away for too long. And I’ll miss him and my wife.”

The woman goes rigid as she looks your way. “Your wife?”

Bucky smiles from ear to ear when you wave. “Yeah, my wife,” he proudly states, making your heart skip a beat.

Any jealousy or bad feeling you have slips away when you see some of the light leave the woman’s eyes and the sag in her shoulders. It’s almost like seeing her in a different light because you know how you’ve felt since giving birth. At times, you feel less attractive than normal, that your body won’t be the way it used to be. You wonder if Bucky still wants you.

And you want to be seen.

While you don’t know her story, you understand the need to feel wanted and desired. It doesn’t go away when you become a mother. You don’t even know if she is a mother or if she’s in the aisle shopping for a sister, friend, or someone else. Maybe her partner isn’t giving her the attention she needs. Maybe she isn’t with anyone.

Maybe she just needed a win today.

“Take care,” Bucky says politely before he walks toward you, leaving the woman alone to stare after him. “Anything else we need?” He asks once he puts the diapers on the bottom of the cart, giving Jamie a small tickle and making all three of you smile.

“I think we’re good,” you say, glancing down the aisle. You could grab Bucky’s hand and stake your claim as the woman makes eye contact with you, but you give her a small nod and a sympathetic smile instead before you push the cart away. “That was nice of you to help her,” you say once you’re out of sight.

Bucky raises an eyebrow as he glances your way. “I don’t usually say this outright, but I’m pretty sure she was hitting on me.”

“Oh, she was,” you agree.

“Does that bother you?” He asks, brushing a kiss to your temple and making your heart race.

You shake your head as you think about it. “It did at first because it’s only natural to feel that way, but it went away pretty quickly. I have no reason to feel jealous or defensive. If it would’ve been bad or crossed a line, I would’ve stepped in. But you proudly proclaimed that I’m your wife and she backed off right away. And I know you’re coming home with Jamie and I, so why would I let it bother me?” you explain, spotting something soft in his gaze.

Like he’s amazed by you.

“That makes sense,” he says.

“I can only hope that someone like you comes along for her,” you add, your heart going out to the stranger.

The blue of Bucky’s eyes shine a bit brighter when you catch his gaze. “I love you,” he says so tenderly that you feel butterflies in your stomach and heart.

“I love you, too,” you promise before you nudge him. “And you know what? I don’t fault her at all. You know what wearing those pants does to people. It’s like some sort of sexy magic.”

His nose crinkles as he laughs, the sound making a few turn their heads. Once again, you don’t blame them for gawking. “Did you just say ‘sexy magic’ in front of our son? Is that why you like these pants?”

“Oh, yeah. You put a spell on me,” you smirk before you smile gently at your son. “And I’m very lucky for that because now I have you.”

You don’t know it yet, but Bucky will write in his diary to Jamie about how you handled yourself today. How you could’ve stormed over and grabbed him or made a snide comment to the woman, but you didn’t. And that if you felt jealous, even for a moment, you didn’t let it cloud your judgement. You know when to observe and when you need to step in. You know when to lead with your heart.

Just one of the many reasons Bucky Barnes considers himself lucky to call you his wife and the mother of his child.

And no matter how many times he gets hit on in the diaper aisle, he’ll always come home to you.

I adore this family. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Arrival

Bucky Barnes x black!reader

Summary: Bucky and Y/N prepare for the arrival of their babies

Warnings: Childbirth, inaccurate medical proceedings (it’s 4 am i don’t feel like researching my bad) 

A/N: The Barnes family is GROWING, i love this au so much omg. anything for domestic Bucky Barnes <3

Word Count: 1.2k

SERIES MASTERLIST

With Y/N being almost 9 months pregnant and knowing that twins never come on their actual due date, Bucky was freaking out a bit. He spent every day checking to ensure every bag was packed, the car was ready, and that you were comfortable. But when you shook him awake, telling him that your water broke, he was panicking. He quickly jumped out of bed, pulling on a shirt and sweatpants before taking you to the car. He ran back inside to grab Logan who cutely asked “Baby sisters are coming?” 

Bucky couldn’t believe he was going to be a dad again. Yes, again. Just because he became Logan’s father when the boy was 5, doesn’t mean he’s going to see the birth of the twins as his first time being a father. Just because his little girls were biologically his doesn’t mean his little boy isn’t his. He did his best to reassure Logan that nothing would change between them when the girls arrived, that’d he would love him just the same. He dropped Logan off at Steve’s house before taking you both to the hospital. The nurses got you situated and now you had to play the waiting game. 

Hour 3 - 4 centimeters dilated 

Y/N was laying in her bed as Bucky sat next to her bed, holding her hand “How long were you in labor with Logan for?” he asked “6 hours. I walked my way to the hospital and just slid out of me after that” you told him. Every year you told Logan about the day he was born, leaving out the part where Brock basically forced you to go by yourself (a/n my mom does this for me every year and i love it). Bucky’s eyes widened at that information “You walked to the hospital?! God I hate that prick, wanna fucking choke him out” he muttered as you giggled “It’s fine baby. I clearly got him out right? Now we have an adorable 6-year-old running around” Bucky smiled softly at the mention of his son “Yeah we do” he kissed the back of your hand.

Hour 6 - 6 centimeters dilated

Y/N groaned and threw her head back against the hospital before looking down at her belly “It cannot be that comfortable in there. I know you want to meet us. Do you know how you can do that? By getting out of me” she huffed as Bucky held back a laugh “They’ll be here soon doll. We can’t force them out” he reasoned with you as you whined “I know but they make me huge and I’m tired of them using my bladder as a kickball” you pouted with Bucky standing up to kiss your head “Just a little longer”

Hour 10 - 7 centimeters dilated 

The nurse suggested walking around the hospital floor to help speed up the process a bit and you would do anything to get these girls out of you. Bucky held your hand as he walked beside you. “Babe help me get my mind off this, talk to me about something” you suggested as Bucky thought for a moment “What’s your dream wedding?” he asked and you looked at him with a small smile “Well, when I was younger I always thought I would make everything pink” she giggled “It seemed perfect in my head, but now…I don’t know. My last wedding wasn’t anything special. Just a ride to the courthouse because Brock didn’t want to pay for a wedding. Got a little white dress from target and made the biggest mistake of my life. The only good thing that man gave me was Logan and he’s barely getting any credit for that. I’m not sure what I would want my dream wedding to be yet, but when I figure it out I’ll let you know” you looked up at him as Bucky kissed your cheek “Whatever you want, it’s yours” he smiled softly, a fond look overtaking his eyes 

“I love you so much Buck”

“I love you too”

Hour 15 - 9 centimeters dilated 

You were about to cry you were so frustrated. You were almost at the finish line but it felt so far away and you were losing hope that your twins were coming anytime soon. Bucky did his best to keep your spirits up with his words of encouragement. “It’s okay pretty girl, we’ll meet them soon. They just like being this close with their mama” he told you. “But I wanna hold them” you cried “I want them out of me and in my arms. Oh- what if they have your eyes? Or my eyes? Aw they’re gonna be beautiful” Bucky chuckled “Of course they will darling” he caressed your cheek “Just a little longer, you got this, my strong girl” 

Hour 18 - 10 centimeters dilated 

When the doctor confirmed that you were fully dilated and ready to push, you started to panic a bit. You’ve given birth before but to twins? What if something goes wrong? What if they take even longer to come out? You looked over at Bucky and whimpered a bit “I’m scared” you admitted to him and he went to cup your face in his hands “You can do this. They’re finally ready to come. And all of this is going to be so worth it when we’re looking at our little princesses right?” he told you as you nodded and took a deep breath and started to push when you were told.

Hour 20 

  After pushing for what felt like forever, you finally gave birth to Aurora and Arabella Barnes. You’ve always wanted to do the stereotypical twins have the same first letter with their names and plus you found the names pretty adorable. You were holding Aurora and Bucky was holding Arabella. They were fast asleep and swaddled in their blankets with little baby hats on their head and they were the most perfect little things you’ve ever seen, along with their brother of course. 

They haven’t opened their eyes yet and you knew they would barely be able to see anything but you wanted to see what their eyes would look like. They had Bucky’s nose, your lips, little chin dimples, they were perfect. You looked up at Bucky and saw that he was crying “Aw babe…” you smiled at him and he looked over at you “I just..oh my god” he sniffled a bit “Look at ‘em. They’re our babies” you giggled “Yeah they are honey”

You looked back down at Aurora and saw she opened her eyes and gasped at what you saw “Bucky, Bucky! Look at her eyes” you grinned and teared up as you saw that she had one blue eye…and one brown eye. “Oh my god” he whispered “Whoa…” “I know!” you giggled and leaned down to kiss her nose “Hi pretty girl, I’m your mama. I’m so glad you and your sister are finally here” you said to her, watching Aurora as she squirmed a little. 

Your full attention was on her you almost didn’t hear Bucky’s gasp. “Doll, guess who just opened their eyes?” your eyes widened as he brought Arabella closer to you and saw that her eyes were the same as her sisters. “Our baby girls” you looked up at him and leaned up to kiss him, happy that you both walked in as a family of three, leaving as a family of five.

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first time dad bucky while his pregnant wife is about to give birth to their lovely child? please and ty 🫧

Every second that goes by, Bucky devotes his all to you. Not letting you lift a finger, messaging the knots out of your sore back, holding you close, and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Bucky paves a trail of delicate kisses to your baby bump while he runs his hand up to cup your cheeks. His velvet, rosy lips leave his mark of love on you, and his devotion sinks into your skin.

Even as Bucky almost runs over the curb and speeds through the yellow light as it turns red, his hand tenderly rests on your trembling thigh. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions and anticipation bundled up by the blanket of adoration that is his composure. He may be a nervous wreck, but there is no one else he would ever want to be driving to the hospital and having a baby with than you.

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My little love

Created by @talesofadragon photos found on Pinterest

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Fem! Reader

Warnings: mentions of SA, mentions of child abuse, canon level violence, Bucky and his feelings, possible smut make sure to check each chapter for warnings!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39

EXTRAS

Summary:

For two years Bucky had enjoyed his new found freedom. He could go out whenever he wanted. No one was forcing him to do things he didn’t want to do. For the first time in a long time Bucky enjoying was falling in love. You had been the one to capture his heart. He was painfully oblivious that you returned his affections but he’d rather be your friend than nothing at all.

You had been new to the Avengers team when Bucky was found. At first you had volunteered to help bring him in but you worried that your abilities to manipulate metal would make him keep his distance. You had been pleasantly surprised when that wasn’t the case. Now with every day that passed you fell more in love with Bucky, you were also unaware of his feeling for you.

After a raid to a hydra detention center and the discovery of hydra’s new test subject, Bucky will have to confront abuse he didn’t know about. He feels like hydra still has control over him and he’s not sure what to do. When Bucky fell from the train hydra took away his chance at love and a family, now they’ve basically forced it on him. The new revelation with force him make choices he never knew he would have to make, he only hopes he can do the right thing.

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Question about My Eyes, about Frankie?

I was just curious you get to see Jimmy's girlfriend Sam and a bit about them and how they met, but we never really git to see that from Frankie.

I was just wondering how she would have met her future boyfriend and how you would imagine him being as a person, physically, aesthetically and how she had met him and started falling for him?

You mentioned in yoy extra chapter All grown up when Bucky and Y/N was doing the devil's tango 👀... that Frankie like older men just like her mother, which I can totally see.

My Eyes - Masterlist

To be completely honest, I always wrote Frankie Barnes as a woman who is confidently – but perpetually – single. Not necessarily as someone who was desperate to get a boyfriend, and couldn't. But as a woman who never really prioritized dating or romantic relationships. She doesn't have a boyfriend as a teenager, doesn't have a boyfriend in college, and then lives through her 20s going on first dates here and there... but never finds someone even worth going on a second date with.

I always wrote her as an introvert and a bit of a loner. She has her friends, and she values them immensely. But she also likes her alone time. When she's done with college and starts going on covert missions, she doesn't even have time to date. Not that she really cares. And she doesn't really think it's fair to do her line of work and leave someone at home waiting, hoping she doesn't die.

I imagined that she wouldn't have a serious relationship until her mid-30s. And it would be with a man a bit older than her. (Like early 40s.) Probably a man who works in a similar line of work and isn't scared of her independence or confidence. He recognizes that she's always worried about everyone else – her friends and family. But there's no one person who prioritizes Frankie and makes sure she's ok. So he fights her tooth and nail to be that person for her.

It's 100% "But who's taking care of her?" trope.

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A Night With Him in Bucharest - 12

Summary: You, Bucky, and James make a big decision.

Taglist:

@pattiemac1 @justsebstan @crist1216@kandis-mom @winterslove1917  @lady-loki-barnes-djarin @vonalyn @gojoismysensei @mavrellover91  @natashasilverfox @ilovetaquitosmmmm @casa-boiardi

Bucky has a Tumblr! @bucharestbuckybarnes

Series masterlist: Here

Author's note: I'm sorry it's a short chapter. Writer's block is starting to take over, so if you have ANY ideas you'd like to see in this series, please let me know!

Also, thank you to @nicoline1998enilocin for the help! It is greatly appreciated!

James looked at the two of you in complete confusion.

            “Dere’s a baby in momma’s tummy?!” he exclaimed.

            You and Bucky chuckled at the toddler’s reaction. “Yes, buddy,” you confirmed, picking him up and placing a kiss on his cheek. “There’s a baby in here.” You touched your belly, showing the little boy where his younger sibling was growing.

“When it be here?” he asked, looking back and forth at you and Bucky.

            “About nine months,” Bucky smiled. “So, we don’t have long to get ready.”

James squirmed to get down, so you let him down. “I gots to get ready for da baby!”

Without another word, the toddler ran off to his room. You and Bucky chuckled at his excitement. “What do you think he’s doing?” Bucky asked as he pulled you into his arms and kissed the top of your head.

“Getting ready,” you laughed, looking at the young boy standing in the entrance of the living room holding out his toys.

“Da baby can have these!”

            You and Bucky sat in the living room of the apartment you shared, looking at the ultrasound that proved that there was, in fact, a little person growing inside you.

            “I can’t believe this is actually happening,” Bucky smiled and kissed your head, smiling against your hair. “We’re actually doing this.”

            You smiled and rubbed your finger over the small bean-shaped being on the paper. “You’re already an amazing dad,” you smiled up at him.

“And you’re an amazing mom,” he replied, kissing you softly. “We do need to talk about something, though.”

You exhaled. “Right. Madripoor versus New York.”

“I’ll live anywhere,” Bucky told you. “As long as I have you and our little ones, I’m happy to call anywhere home. I just need to know if we need to start moving your stuff to New York, or if I should get my stuff sent here. I can’t keep buying clothes every week.” He let out a soft chuckle.

You nodded. You understood where he was coming from, and it was something that needed to be figured out. “This is the only home that James has known,” you told Bucky. “As silly as it might sound, I’d like for him to have some sort of say.”

“That makes sense,” he agreed with a soft smile. “Might cause some sort of issue if we just uproot him from where he’s grown up.”

You lay down with your head in his lap. “Well, if we do decide to move to New York, I’d prefer to do it before I get big,” you stated, watching Bucky rub your belly with his flesh hand. “If this pregnancy is gonna be anything like the one before, I am gonna to be exhausted.”

Bucky smiled down at you. “We’ll talk to him about it while we eat dinner.”

            That night at dinner, you, Bucky, and James were eating homemade chili. Not knowing how to start the conversation, you glanced over to your lover.

            “Hey, buddy?” Bucky said to get James’ attention.

            The toddler looked up at his dad. “Yea, daddy?”

Bucky cleared his throat. “So, your momma and I were talking earlier, and we wanted to ask you something.” James nodded and Bucky continued. “How would you feel about moving to another big city?”

“Another big city?” James questioned, looking at the two of you. “What wrong with here?”

“Daddy lives in Brooklyn, in New York,” you told him. “And now that there’s a baby on the way, we need to figure out where we’re going to live.”

The toddler seemed to understand. “So we gonna have to move?”

“If you’re okay with it, buddy,” you promised. “We didn’t want to make any decision without telling you and knowing what you think about it.”

James thought for a moment, eating the peas on his plate. “Is it a real big city?”

“It is,” Bucky smiled.

“It’s where daddy’s from,” you said. “Remember how old daddy is?”

“Yeah!” James exclaimed.

“So daddy knows all the fun places to go,” you smiled. “You could have a new giant world to explore!”

“I wanna go!” James excitedly bounced. “Daddy, you show me all the fun tings?”

Bucky chuckled. “Yes, buddy…I’ll take you to all the best places that I loved going to as a child.”

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The Mix Up

A/N: Adding this to my Dad!Bucky Barnes world which you can find here

Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Square for @marvelfluffbingo​: Meet Cute

Word Count: 533

Warnings: none, just a ton of fluff!

Divider by the always amazing @firefly-graphics​

You stared at the sale sign “All Sales Final.” You grumbled under your breath as you picked up the basic red and green tartan patterned set.

“Can I help you?” The sales clerk had a pleasant smile.

“I only want the top of this. Can I get a discount?”

The sales clerk shook her blonde curls with a frown.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the store…

“Why do they have to be sold in sets?” he whined to Steve. “You know I only like bottoms.” Sam snickered. “Jerk,” Bucky muttered.

Sam grabbed the red and green tartan pattern set and shoved it in Bucky’s hands. “This crowd is only going to get worse. Just take them and go!”

Back at the cash register…

“Please? Is there any way I could just…?” 

The sales clerk and her manager both grumbled. “Miss, we really can’t.”

“Can’t what?” Bucky asked. 

You turned and startled at the attractive group of men behind you in line. “I just want the tops. I’m trying to barter here but…”

Bucky felt his cheeks heat up as he looked you over quickly. “What size did you pick up?” You told him. Both Steve and Sam gave you a polite smile, then a shove to Bucky’s shoulders before getting out of line. “Can I buy both of these?” Before you could say anything, Bucky grabbed the set out of your hands and threw them on the counter. The sales clerk happily rang up the purchase and shoved both into one bag, then handed over the receipt. “Another bag please?”

Bucky handed you the empty bag as he opened the sets, separating the tops from the bottoms. He placed both tops in your bag and the bottoms in his. “Doll, you saved me a trip back here, thanks!” He started to walk away, to find where Steve and Sam had wandered.

“Hey, wait a minute!” You jogged up to him quickly and matched his pace. “Can I buy you a coffee after all that?”

“Daddy, did that WIWY happen?” Bianca frowned, sensing she was being told a fib. “You and Mommy both say wying is bad.”

“I swear, baby doll, that’s how I first met your mom. Long before I knew she was a superhero.” Bucky glanced over at you, a teasing half-smile on his lips. “Didn’t you always wonder why Mommy had on Daddy’s shirts?”

Bianca thought hard for a moment. Bucky could see the moment she came to her conclusion. “You’re right. But why do you sometimes only wear underwear?”

You rolled your eyes at your very intelligent daughter. “Ok, enough stories for tonight! Off to bed with you, munchkin.” You pressed a kiss to the top of her head, Bucky following suit. “Good night.”

Bucky pulled the door, leaving a sliver of light per his daughter’s recent request, as you sagged against the wall. Bucky turned toward you, his lips finding yours. You sighed and wiggled out of his grasp. “Unless you,” you whispered as you poked his bare chest, “want to be the one to explain ‘the birds and the bees’ to your daughter now, we should…”

Bucky interrupted your statement with a sweet kiss. “I can handle it.”