#jellybean and peanut ❤️

[navybrat817]

Which dad is going to be more protective? Bucky or Steve?

More protective at first, nonnie? Steve. Peanut has to spend a little extra time in the hospital and the former Avenger feels both hopeful and helpless for his son during that time. His little boy is strong and stubborn though, a young warrior with the heart of both of his parents. It doesn't take Steve long to see that there will be no stopping him.

More protective in general? Bucky. Jellybean is his baby girl and he can't help it. He knows if she's anything like her mama, and she is, that she'll be loving and spirited. He also knows she can't stay young forever and he can't keep her in a bubble, but he'll do what he can to be the best dad for his daughter.

Jellybean and Peanut have a whole team of heroes behind them as well. They'll be cared for and looked after no matter what. Love and thanks! ❤️

[zoobowler299]

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[navybrat817]

Our beautiful lumberjack! Look at him! ❤️ This is him having a quick video chat with Bucky so he can see how you and Jellybean are feeling. But Bucky is also concerned about Tippy and Peanut. ❤️ Everyone is currently happy and healthy.

"You're not finding out what you're having either? I can tell you. You're gonna have a little boy and he's going to be a punk just like you." "Hey, don't talk about my Peanut like that."

"I mean it in a good way. Just try to keep him from fighting in any alleyways."

"No alleys by the cabin, so I think we're good."

There's no possible way the guys knocked their girls up around the same time, right? The boys are also planning playdates for Jellybean and Peanut because that's what they should do.

Love and thanks! ❤️

[navybrat817]

For Into the Woods. How did Steve and Bucky react to you giving birth?

Nervous and excited, nonnie! I touched on it a bit in this ask here, but it was tough for Steve after you gave birth because Peanut had to spend some time in the NICU. While he's home and healthy now, it was still an emotional time. I'd like to write a small one-shot one day from his POV.

Love and thanks. ❤️

[navybrat817]

Navy, tell me Jellybean and Peanut get married. ❤️

@lookiamtrying , is that you? 😂 They are still babies! But, c'mon, you know everyone secretly hopes they do so they can be in-laws. Bucky may joke that no one is good enough for his daughter. But if anyone is? It's Steve's son.

Love and thanks. ❤️

[navybrat817]

I hope I'm not bothering you by asking. Will we see more of Steve and Bucky with the kids? The mother's day story was so sweet!

Not a bother, nonnie. I do plan to show Steve and Bucky with Peanut and Jellybean. @buckets-and-trees sent an adorable TikTok video for Steve and a sweet nonnie sent one recently for Bucky. Just a matter of finding the time.

Love and thanks. ❤️

[navybrat817]

Did Jellybean and Peanut do anything for Bucky and Steve? 🥺

Do you mean did they do anything for Father's Day, nonnie? They're still very young, so Jewel and Tippy put together something "from" the kids. That included breakfast for each of them and gifts tailored to their hobbies since neither of them asked for anything. They were just happy to be with their families.

Love and thanks. ❤️

[navybrat817]

Wait. What's jellybean and peanut? I missed something.

It's very recent, nonnie.

Jellybean is what woodworker!Bucky is calling his baby. Lumberjack!Steve has Peanut, but no fic yet.

Love and thanks. ❤️

[navybrat817]

What about peanut and jellybean? 🥺

Is there a specific question for them, nonnie, or just a general question? Bucky and Steve are watching over their babies with lots of love and care.

Love and thanks. ❤️

[navybrat817]

I hope we get to see jellybean and peanut!

We will, nonnie! Bucky and Steve are eager for their babies to grow up together. Steve is extra protective, but never against Bucky and his family.

Love and thanks. 💙

[navybrat817]

Is Jellybean a girl?

Yes, nonnie! Jellybean is going to be a girl and Peanut is going to be a boy. Bucky and/or Steve may have more kids down the line.

Love and thanks. ❤️

[navybrat817]

For Into the Woods, is Steve or Bucky the better dad?

Nope. 😂 Not doing that, nonnie. Steve and Bucky are both amazing fathers and it isn't about which one is "better". They are both trying their best to do right by Peanut and Jellybean. Something else to keep in mind is that every child is unique and with that comes different approaches to parenting and raising them. They're very much loved at the end of the day and always will be. ❤️

Love and thanks. ❤️

[navybrat817]

I know you've written a little bit about the lumberjacks having their kids, but I expected more? Will we see them more with Bucky and Steve?

Hey, nonnie. I assume you're talking about lumberjack!Steve and woodworker!Bucky with Peanut and Jellybean? Honestly? I get lost in my own head sometimes and convinced myself that I'd simply be screaming into the void even more than usual by posting for them. 😂

I'm sure I'll revisit them. I just couldn't tell you when. I'm sorry. I wish I could because I do love that AU.

Love and thanks. ❤️

[navybrat817]

Into the Woods AU

Pairings: Lumberjack!Steve x Female!Reader, Woodworker!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

AU Summary: Steve and Bucky find the peace they deserve.

AU Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (m. and f. receiving), dirty talk, fluff, flirting, feels, slight angst, porn with feels (it's me, lovelies), time jumps, pregnancy, more to be added.

Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @firefly-graphics . Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly.

A/N: Canon divergent AU for Steve and Bucky as they form their new paths. I hope you enjoy! ❤️ Please heed the warnings before each post and I will update as time allows. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Steve Rogers x Reader - Beefcake and Tippy

Before Peanut

🪓 - Finding Home

🪓 - Lumbersnack

🪓 - Writer's Block

🪓 - Looks Better on You

After Peanut

🪓 - Prepping the Nursery

🪓 - First Mother's Day

Bucky Barnes x Reader - Hunk and Jewel

Before Jellybean

🪚 - A New Tradition

🪚 - Valentine's Day Tradition

After Jellybean

🪚 - In His Hands

🪚 - Sleepless Nights

🪚 - First Mother's Day

Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[navybrat817]

I hope this isn't offensive or comes off bad because I don't mean it that way, but is there a reason you don't write many stories with kids? I know you're a mom and just wondered!

First, nonnie, I just want to assure you that I'm not offended by this ask. ❤️

Second, there are many reasons why some of my stories may not have kids. Some may not fit the tone of having children or the motivation of the characters are to not have kids. Not every couple has to have them. That's more than okay!

I have The Dad Diaries, which has Bucky with a kid. Lumberjack!Steve and Woodworker!Bucky have had little snippets with their babies, Peanut and Jellybean. I've also discussed CEO!Bucky having twins and I ADORE the thought of him with Bean and Cupcake. It warms my heart!

And here's me being transparent, I sometimes feel like I get more excited myself at the thought of sharing more stuff with kids than I imagine people would want to read about them. I don't put stock in note count because that doesn't do me any good and isn't a reflection of my writing abilities, but it can be disheartening when you share something you're REALLY excited about and you get crickets in return. But that's a ME thing and I'm most likely overthinking.

Mom or not, I'm happy to write more stories that feature kids and I'm also happy to do stories that focus solely on the reader and their fictional boyfriend/husband. It's all nonsense here anyway. Whatever it is, I hope you lovelies enjoy!

Love and thanks. ❤️

[navybrat817]

Happy tears! The girls have a lot of love and respect for each other, which makes creating the gifts that much more special. And you are not the only one shipping Peanut and Jellybean. 🥰 Thank you! ❤️

First Mother's Day

Summary: Steve and Bucky want to give you the perfect Mother's Day.

Pairings: Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Woodworker!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: Over 2.2k Warnings: Fluff, established relationships, slight insecurities, parenthood, pet names, canon divergent, feels (it's me), Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes (yep, they are warnings) A/N: Happy Mother's Day from our Into the Woods boys.❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Dividers by @firefly-graphics. Bucky edit by Nix. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Beefcake and Tippy

When Steve asked what you wanted for your first Mother’s Day, you didn’t have an answer for him. After a few seconds of silence and an eyebrow raise, you said you didn’t want anything. A touch of sadness filled the former Captain’s blue eyes when he asked you why. You shrugged a little. That answer wasn’t good enough for him.

Truthfully, you weren’t sure what to say. You knew he wanted to make the day special for you, but wasn’t it just another day? Peanut would be too young to remember it. Then again, you and Steve would be able to keep the memories close to your hearts. But it felt selfish to ask for anything, even if the day was meant to be about you.

And wasn’t that part of being a mom, willing to give, but not wanting to ask for anything in return?

“Steve, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do something for me,” you said, even if a small part of you wanted him to.

“It’s your day. I have to do something.”

“What did I just say? You don’t have to do anything,” you argued.

“Wrong choice of words,” he said, pulling you close. “I want to. Please.”

While some likely expected Steve to want a more “traditional” wife and mother to his kids, thanks to when he was born, he was a hands-on dad. Expecting you to do everything was unrealistic and unfair in his eyes. He invested time and energy into raising his child and made sure to balance responsibilities. Not only that, he took the time to acknowledge your hard work as you balanced writing and motherhood. You consider yourself lucky to have Steve as a partner and father to your son.

He makes me feel seen and appreciated.

Maybe it was the pleading look in his eyes that got to you. Or the slight pout on his handsome face. You didn’t want much. You really didn’t. So was it really selfish to ask?

“Okay. You know what I want?” you asked, not giving him a chance to respond. “I want to sleep in a little. I want breakfast in bed and I don’t care if that’s cliche. I want an uninterrupted nap in the afternoon with a warm blanket. And I want to watch a cheesy rom-com before bed with buttered popcorn.”

“From that shop in the city?” he smiled, kissing the tip of your nose.

“Yes, that one,” you smiled back. “With extra butter.”

“And that’s it?” he questioned, making sure you weren’t leaving anything out.

“That’s it,” you replied. “A simple, quiet day with the two of you. I don’t think that’s asking for too much and it’ll make me happy. My day, my rules, right?”

Steve chuckled and nodded. “Whatever you say.”

When Sunday rolled around, you didn’t wake up to the sound of Steve’s alarm like you expected. Instead, you opened your eyes to the sight of him carrying a tray with a delicious smelling breakfast. He smiled gently as he waited for you to sit up and stretch before he set the food down. He was dressed for the day, a red plaid shirt stretched across his broad chest. Handsome as ever and you probably looked like the walking dead rising from your slumber.

And Peanut was close by in the pack ‘n play, sound asleep. You noticed his onesie matched Steve’s shirt. A mini-me in the making and you couldn’t be happier.

“Good morning,” Steve said, sitting on the bed. “Already fed and changed him so you could sleep in.”

First thing on my list.

“Thank you, Steve,” you smiled, your stomach grumbling as you looked over the large breakfast. Second thing on my list. “I may be hungry, but you know you’ll have to help me eat this, right?”

“That was the plan,” he teased, uncaring of your morning breath as he leaned over to kiss you. “Would you like your present before or after breakfast?”

“You got me a present?” you asked, shaking your head as he leaned down and pulled out a large package from under the bed. “Okay, I have to open it now. How did you manage to hide that from me?”

“Because you didn’t look under the bed,” he winked, moving the tray so you could take the gift. “Thank god you didn’t because we both know I’m a terrible liar and I would’ve told you immediately what was inside.”

True.

You almost felt bad ruining the pretty wrapping paper, but you felt giddy with anticipation as you opened the box, especially since you hadn’t expected anything. Your smile widened when you saw the large bag of buttered popcorn from your favorite shop that sat on top of a soft blanket. Beside it sat a framed photo of you holding your son the day he was finally home.

“For your uninterrupted nap this afternoon and for our rom-com movie tonight,” he smiled. Third and fourth items on my list. “I thought the photo would be nice for your desk.”

The day the hospital released your son was one of the happiest days of your life. He carried so much strength in his tiny body, a reminder that hope and resilience came in all shapes and sizes. The heart of a warrior and the light of your life.

“These are wonderful. Thank you,” you said, pointing at one more small box. “But what’s this?”

“Something I had Jewel make,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. He seemed nervous about this one. “I, um, hope you like it.”

You gasped when you opened the box. Bucky’s wife was a gifted jewelry maker and she had once again outdone herself. A sparkling ring with three stones shined up at you, immediately recognizing that they represented birthstones for you, Steve, and Peanut. As you took out the ring with tearful eyes, you caught a small inscription inside the band.

Faith. Hope. Love.

“Happy Mother's Day,” Steve whispered, taking the ring and slipping it onto your right ring finger. “And here’s to many more.”

A tear fell as you framed his face to kiss him. Not only did he give you exactly what you asked for, but he went above and beyond to make you feel special. The way he did each day with faith, hope, and love.

But the greatest of these is love.

Hunk and Jewel

You didn’t have to be a genius to figure out how nervous Bucky was for your first Mother’s Day. He circled the day on the calendar with a lopsided heart and a question mark in the space. You also caught him reading an article on unique gifts, which you pretended not to see. You could’ve dropped hints here and there for him if you wished, but there wasn’t anything specific that you wanted.

You did your own research and found that some moms wanted space on Mother’s Day, like a spa or pampering day. Others liked homemade and sentimental gifts. A general consensus was that they didn’t want to do any work. Bucky already handled more than his share of chores though when it came to your home and daughter and you knew he wouldn’t let you lift a finger when that Sunday arrived.

Could you ask for anything more?

“What am I supposed to do?” he asked your daughter as he paced around the room, cuddling her against his chest. “She made Tippy a ring. A ring. How do I even top that? Not that it’s a competition. It’s not.”

You covered your mouth so you wouldn’t laugh. It was almost endearing how he had the tendency to overthink when it came to gifts for you. You assured him that no matter what he decided to get you, for whatever occasion, that you’d love it. A small bouquet of flowers would've satisfied you.

“You know I love your mama, right? Love you both so much,” he continued, kissing the top of her head. “I just want her to feel special. She works so hard and she puts up with me.”

I adore him.

Jellybean giggled as she tugged on her dad’s hair, your heart melting at the sight. Your baby girl loved you, there was no doubt about that, but she was also very much a daddy’s girl. Not that you blamed her. Bucky was a loving, protective father, always there to soothe and care for her. He’d always have a special place in her heart.

“We love you, too,” you said, finally letting out a laugh when he turned with wide eyes and saw you in the doorway. “Your super soldier senses didn’t pick up on me standing here?”

“And I thought I had stealth,” he mumbled with a small smile. “You know how I get when it comes to your gifts.”

“I do, but I don’t understand why you do, Jamie. You have nothing to worry about,” you said, smiling when you saw how content your daughter was in his arms. “I’m sure you already have a special engraved stone for me,” you pointed out, something to carry on the tradition he created. You kept the small growing collection in a jeweled box and looked forward to getting them for each holiday and special day.

“But you’re expecting that and I want to surprise you,” he said, sighing before Jellybean giggled again. “I think she’s laughing at me.”

“Oh, she is,” you teased, rubbing her back. You weren’t a perfect mother, but she was a happy, healthy baby and that was what mattered to you. “Do you remember the first time we heard her giggle? It was such a happy sound. I wish I knew what went on in her mind when she did that.”

Bucky gave you a thoughtful stare, like something clicked in his mind. “I remember,” he said, gently putting your daughter in your arms. “I need to make a call.”

“Okay,” you said, watching as he rushed out of the room. “I think your dada got an idea.”

You were right.

Bucky was much more relaxed after that afternoon. You had to admit, you were curious about what gift he had in mind. You went through a list of things in your mind before you decided not to dwell on it. As much as you wanted to ask for hints, you didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

That day you woke up to a bouquet of your favorite flowers on the nightstand. Beside it was a smaller vase with a single flower. The scent brought a smile to your face as you sat up. They were beautiful.

“She picked the flowers and chose the prettiest one for her vase” Bucky smiled, carrying your daughter with one hand and balancing a gift in the other. “We have breakfast waiting for you, but she wants you to open your gift first.”

Liar.

“Of course she did. She has good taste,” you smiled, booping her on the nose as Bucky sat her down on the bed.

Bucky gazed at you expectantly as you unwrapped the present. As expected, a heart shaped rock engraved with “Mother” awaited you on top. Fitting for a mother of pearl stone. Beneath it was a wooden bath tray that you knew Bucky made himself.

“It has room for a book or tablet, your phone, a place for your wine glass, and it extends if you want to add more stuff,” he explained, kissing your forehead. “You deserve to relax.”

I don’t deserve him.

“Beautiful and thoughtful,” you smiled, making Bucky smile in return. He knew how much you liked to relax whenever you could. “Thank you.”

“There’s one more thing,” he said, urging you to look under the tray.

“A book?” you asked, picking it up to look at the cover.

Mama, I Love You!

“That call I made? I got some help from Tippy,” he explained, clearing his throat. “So you know what's on Jellybean's mind."

You were almost afraid to open it because you knew you’d cry. Tippy was extremely talented, her words drawing a range of emotions from the reader. And with help from Bucky, you knew this one was extra special.

Don’t cry, don’t cry.

You sniffled as you opened it and turned the pages. Each page had a date, drawings of the three of you, or message of love and memories. From the day you found out you were pregnant, to the day you brought your daughter home, to her first smile, and more. It was as if Jellybean was telling you the story of her life with you so far. And letting you know that you were doing the best that you could.

By the time you got to the last page, you openly sobbed.

“Thank you for loving me, Mama.”

This was one of the reasons you loved Bucky. Jellybean couldn’t tell you through words yet how she felt being your daughter, so her father did so. At the end of the day, you wanted to be the best mother for her. This gift would help ease your insecurities if you ever doubted yourself.

“Thank you for loving us,” Bucky whispered, wiping away your tears with a tender touch before he kissed you. “Happy Mother’s Day.”

Thank you both for loving me.

I think Tippy and Jewel having a hand in the gifts make them extra special. I also know this day isn't easy for many and my heart goes out to each of you lovelies. Happy Mother's Day. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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