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Modern AU, Fake Relationship, Singer Bucky, Artist Steve | 70K | Explicit | @chicklette
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At 43, James Barnes is a washed up old man. He’s got a dozen Grammys in the hall closet, an agent that can’t get him a deal, a decade-old case of writer’s block, a moody teen-aged daughter, and the gorgeous actress Natasha Romanova for an ex-wife. Well, one of them anyway. He’s a man who’s given up on finding joy in his life, and if it wasn’t for his kid, he’d have probably found a way to quit the world a long time ago.
Enter Steven Grant Rogers, struggling twenty-something, orphan, and someone who has no idea who Barnes is, other than some musician his mom liked a lot.
The two men meet by accident, doing nothing more than passing the time in a quiet bar. But when a pap gets a shot of the two men embracing, Bucky takes it as a chance to finally come out as bisexual, and his agent makes him a proposition: Ten new songs and one very sweet boyfriend will get him a new record deal that will maybe, just maybe put him back on top.
Now all he has to do is write the songs, convince the kid, and not fall in love. Should be easy, right?
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That was an amazing story, so lovely!! I loved it!
Summary: All bets are off when it comes to a Lego mishap in the Rogers-Barnes home
Rating: Y'all shouldn’t be reading the filthy things if youre under 18 anyways but this one is pretty PG (but language is the exception)
Warnings: Domestic stucky, suggested and slight smutty times, 90% fluffy, some foul language, talk of murder and destruction of legos forever, feel good shit, Steve, Bucky and their girl have babies
don’t steal my little munchkin oc names please, I like them
This is written from each lover’s POV, marked by ******** this
This is a work of love and hated of legos, solely to be read for a smile and maybe some happiness, be kind or go away
“Sonofabitch!” Your hushed curse rattles through the house as you stomp barefoot through your son’s pile of a semi built lego creation. With a few breathy “fuck’s,'' you hop over to the nearest chair to rub the new soreness out. Sharp indentations litter the underside of your arch, and you peel off a flat piece from your toe then mentally plot unmonitored use of the quantum realm to murder the creator of legos before they can cause any harm to you again.
Continuing your muttering, you delicately set your foot down and turn to the mess. You sigh in relief that you didn’t destroy any of the built chunk, you were only subjected to the ultimate test of parenthood, the loose pieces.
“Back to our regularly scheduled morning, coffee.” You say to the empty room, narrating your routine as if you were running a sitcom. Once in the kitchen, you set about making a hefty pot of coffee for you and your husbands, humming an 80s rock tune and letting your open robe swish around you loosely in the process.
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They both notice you slide out of bed, a super spy and a retired Avenger don’t miss much in their own home. But rather than follow you down to the kitchen to disrupt your morning ritual, Steve pulls his husband against him and nuzzles his hair so they could get some quiet time of their own. A few moments later, Bucky is softly snoring against Steve’s arm, and Steve is on the brink of sleep when he hears a barely audible string of curses and the unbalanced thunking of feet along the hardwood. Bucky seems undeterred, so Steve leaves him be and slips out of the bed to investigate what caused the early use of language, not that he’s surprised considering their wife’s colorful vocabulary when the kids aren’t listening.
Pulling his discarded boxers back on from the night before, Steve saunters out of the master suite silently toward the staircase. He pokes his head into the nursery to check on the sleeping infant twins, and heads down the old hardwood steps, praying for them not to creak with every step. Halfway down the stairs, he hears you filling the coffee pot under the tap and the chorus to a White Snake ballad quietly playing from the speakers while you hum along. With a smile and a small head bob as he catches the tune, Steve steps across the threshold of the stairs toward the living room and kitchen, unaware of the torture devices scattered on the floor.
Steve intends to follow the wall to get to the kitchen without his presence known, until you hear a series of words that would make Tony blush and an unfortunate crunching sound of your son’s creation being smashed to bits.
“SONOFAFUCKINGMONKEYSASSHOLE WHAT THE FUCKING DICK ON A STICK GOD DAMN PIECE OF TORTUROUS BULLSHIT IS THIS?!!” He yelps loudly and tries to hop over the new graveyard of legos.
In his fresh misery, he misses you quickly dropping the coffee grounds onto the counter top and hustling toward him to make sure his verbatim doesn’t wake the twins. As you begin shushing him from a few steps away, Steve hobbles blindly toward your voice and you see it happen before you can say anything. Your big clutz of a husband smashes his un-assaulted foot through your son’s Legos, only this time Captain America is not the star spangled man with a plan. He has absolutely destroyed the near complete firetruck and you can only stand in awe at his ability to hit each remaining chunk of the build before he finally makes it to the couch.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck, why the fucking legos? FUCK!” His wailing is not going to gain any sympathies from you, only entertainment at the weaknesses of men.
“Steven Grant, you shut the hell up before you wake my babies or I WILL send Bucky to the store and you can have twin duty alone.” Sitting down at his feet to pull the pieces off his skin, you scold him lightly but without any venom or intention. He hisses as you pull the flat plastic off his big toe, and you chuckle as his pathetic whimpers cease.
“So, coffee?” You stand and pull him up with you toward the kitchen, letting his calloused hands and leftover cologne embrace you like a blanket as he leans down to caress your cheek. He kisses your forehead and softly brushes hair behind your ear with one hand while the other grips your plush hip under the loose robe.
“Maybe something sweeter to distract me first? This robe is teasing me.” His lips ghost down your neck and he nips at your collarbone while pulling the thin silk off your shoulders.
“You kept me up late, baby. I need coffee before anything today.” You whisper breathily against his tanned, thick chest, whimpering and shivering as you feel him trace the marks littering your skin and gently squeezing the flesh he is so obsessed with.
He allows you to pull away only after you shudder again, but he stands behind you, hands locked onto your hips as you pour the bitter amber liquid into 3 mugs. Steve’s love bites on your neck keep you distracted long enough for Bucky to come down the stairs without being noticed.
“I thought we agreed there was no third wheeling in this family, and yet here we are.” Your bonus husband is perched against the refrigerator offering your favorite coffee creamer and his signature pout.
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Bucky is roused by his husband rolling out of bed and the accompanying coolness that surrounds him as the sheets flutter back down against the mattress. He listens to Steve pad lightly down the hall to check in on the kids, Hudson in his room first, then Charlotte and Talia in the nursery. As the footsteps recede down the stairwell, Bucky lets his body sink into the bed and the scents of his partners surround him and lull him back to sleep.
Until he hears a string of words leave his husband’s mouth, and a series of crunches and shattering sounds buried under more very inappropriate words. Now wide awake, Bucky shoves himself from bed and puts a loose sweatshirt over his head while he walks toward the stairs. He is halted by a whimper from one of his little twins in the nursery, but his ever present super senses note that both babes are still firmly asleep so he continues down the steps.
Not sure of the state of things on the main floor, Bucky alertly scopes the space and finds their son’s legos strewn about the floor. With a sigh, Bucky steps around them and shakes his head as he follows the sounds of his husband and wife to the kitchen. He is met with tangled hair and soft pants, an open robed woman more stunning than Aphrodite, and a man barely containing his impressive erection in his low hanging boxers. Bucky can feel the energy in the room, can practically taste the arousal on them, and his subconscious stirs awake, begging to join like a wolf waiting for the hunt.
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“And who plans on fixing our son’s firetruck creation? Because it sure as hell won’t be me, I will be taking care of our little girls where I am wanted.”
Steve is the first to respond, an arm opens toward Bucky in the same moment. “Honey we didn’t mean to leave you out, c’mon over here let us show you how much better it is with you.”
As Bucky steps into Steve’s reach, you push off the counter and into the thick warmth of your husbands. Their desire envelops you as kisses are peppered on skin and fingers prod at bits of flesh for a better grip on reality. The moment is nearly bursting with love and lust, blinding both man’s super senses of their incoming visitor.
“Who da hell bwoke my WEGOS!!!!????? MOMMYYYYY!” Hudson screeches from the bottom of the stairs and you’re running for him in an instant.
“Hudson Anthony! You do not speak like that. You know better young man.” Steve and Bucky hiss at the use of their boy’s middle name, knowing how he feels in both respects.
“Baby boy, I’m so sorry about the Legos, but you cannot use that language. No naughty words right?” You hate scolding him when you completely understand his frustrations, but heavens forbid he say any of that in public, the boy would be shamed and sent to his principal so fast even the Daily Bugle couldn’t catch it first.
Hudson sniffles and rubs his nose, trying to fight off tears of frustration in front of his daddy and papa, but quickly fails.
“But, is bwoken mommy. I woked so hawd on it! Wuh happened?” He begins wailing and stuttering breaths, and you pull him into your arms to hug and comfort him gently.
“Shh, handsome, it was an accident. See, they were left too close to the stairs and mommy stepped on some, then daddy heard her yelp and ran through them too. Papa moved them out of the way and reminded daddy that he needs to help fix it with you baby.” You bounce him on your hip, trying to push the sadness away like you did when he was a small tike.
Bucky and Steve step closer, each wrapping an arm around you and Hudson to initiate a bear hug. Hudson whimpers a bit longer then picks his head up from your shoulder and leans toward Steve, signaling he wants his daddy to hold him next. Steve pulls him close and whispers apologies only audible to his boy, but you and Bucky smile knowingly. They head to the far corner of the couch where they can have a quiet cuddle and talk about how Hudson can teach his daddy to rebuild the LEGO vehicle.
You lean against Bucky, enjoying the moment until he turns to the stairs.
“Time for round 2 with some sleepy babies?” You tie your robe closed and head up the walk way, stubbing your toe on the first step.
“Mother fu—dge on toast that was unpleasant.” You yelp and grip tightly onto Bucky’s vibranium arm. He chuckles and scoops you into his arms, carrying you up the remaining steps.
“Careful, I don’t want to use your middle name today too darling.” He winks, setting you down at the doorway of the nursery. With a huff, you begin fluttering about the room, softly waking your girls and beginning their morning routine.
“My sweet little Charlotte Ann, and my lovely Natalia Rose, you two are the most precious angels in this world. But for the love of all things holy, no Legos when you’re older ok?”
Tagging those who may appreciate this or can give me a helpful bit of advice on my writing : @bxccxdxll @iraot @sagechanoafterdark @tuiccim @thebescht @makbarnes
“You have seconds to explain, Steve.” Bucky can barely get the words out; it feels like there’s a lump in his throat and he can barely breathe around it. He’s sitting on the edge of the couch, hunched over his knees and desperately trying to hold everything in. He’s not sure if he wants to cry or scream more.
Or: In which Bucky has some questions for Steve, Natasha has a little more than that, Rhodey makes a heroic sacrifice to save Bucky Bear.
Story Description: Steve is a good man, America’s golden boy, a hero. He’s Captain America for christ’s sake! So it’s normal to want what he has… right? Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even deserve the second chance at life he’s been given. But Bucky can never let him know. Steve can never find out that his friend is in love with his best girl.
Story takes place post “CA: CW” and all tension has been resolved.
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“Y/N, I’m not going anywhere.” Bucky pleaded, almost sounding like a child.
“If you don’t get out of this house… So help me god, Bucky.” She snapped back.
Meanwhile, Jimmy was looking between his two parents with awkwardness. He already had his hiking boots on and his backpack hanging off one shoulder.
“You are suffocating me. I can’t take it anymore.” Y/N lectured as she moved about the kitchen, grabbing things.
“She does have a point…” Jimmy offered quietly.
Bucky glared at him. “Who’s side are you on?”
“Mine, obviously.” Y/N answered for her son. “We both decided that you need some fresh air. And I…I need 5 damn minutes without you hovering over me. I love you, Bucky. But if you can’t stop treating me like I’m completely helpless, then I’m kicking you out of the house for a few hours.”
“Come on, Buck. We haven’t gone on a hike in months.” Jimmy added lightly.
It was their thing. Bucky was a Brooklyn boy. But Jimmy, having grown up in a nature paradise, couldn’t relate to the love of a busy and loud city. He was more like his mother in that way. So they started going on hikes together. It was therapeutic for both of them.
“Y/N, your due any day now. I’m not leaving you alone.” Bucky was attempting his final defense.
As if someone heard it, the front door opened.
“Well, I’m not going to be alone.” Y/N smiled, knowing that she had finally won the battle. Seconds later Nat, Wanda, and Pepper walked around the corner.
“Barnes, she had to call in reinforcements. Go on the damn hike and get out of here.” Nat smirked, already knowing that Bucky was being stubborn even though she hadn’t witnessed the ongoing argument.
Bucky finally sighed and nodded his head.
“Can I drive?” Jimmy asked excitedly. Now that he officially had his license, he felt the need to drive absolutely everywhere.
Bucky tossed the keys at him. Jimmy caught them and kissed his mom on the cheek before practically sprinting out the door and to the car.
“We already ordered pizza.” Pepper announced before her, Nat, and Wanda moved out of the kitchen and into the living room.
It was just Bucky and Y/N now.
“Are you mad at me?” He muttered, looking like a kicked puppy.
Y/N couldn’t help but giggle softly. She stepped towards him and pinched his chin. “No, you drama queen. I’m not mad at you. But we’re both getting a bit crazy. Me being cooped up in this house isn’t all that bad. I’m a homebody and I have my greenhouse and my garden. But you’ve never stayed in one place this long. You need this more than you think.”
Bucky nodded slowly.
Y/N kissed him. It brought a bright smile to his face.
“Plus, Jimmy misses hanging out with you. He needs some father/son time.” She added softly.
“You’ll call if you need anything, right?” Bucky asked.
“I’m not going to need anything.”
“I know but if you do…”
Y/N kissed him again. “Stop worrying.”
Before Bucky could say anything else, Jimmy was honking the car horn outside.
She playfully shoved him in the direction of the door. “Go! Have fun. Try to relax. And don’t worry about me.”
Bucky smiled at her bossiness. It wasn’t an every day occurrence for Y/N, but Bucky secretly liked it a little. He started walking backwards but then rushed forward for one last kiss.
“I love you.” He muttered after he barely pulled away from her lips.
“I love you too.” Y/N laughed and then pushed him again. “Now go!”
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Luckily for Jimmy and Bucky, they didn’t see a single soul as they hiked. Jimmy usually chose the more challenging trails, sometimes even dangerous. Anything else was too easy for him and it got boring quickly. Despite the workout, neither of them were breathing very hard. It was basically a walk in the park for them.
“Hey, Bucky?” Jimmy asked behind him as he jumped between two boulders gracefully. “When did you…ugh…umm…”
Bucky stopped moving for a second to give the boy a look of concern. Jimmy was blushing and appearing somewhat uncomfortable. Steve used to look exactly the same when he was forced to discuss a risqué subject.
“What is it, Jimmy?” He tried to ask in a reassuring tone.
“Right.” The teenager took in a deep breath. “When was the first time you…you know…with a girl?” He stared at the ground as he asked, but his eyes managed to find some sort of bravery and flickered up to Bucky.
“Is this about Sam?” Bucky couldn’t help but smirk slightly.
“Kinda.” Jimmy admitted.
“I don’t know if I’m the best person to have this talk with. Maybe you should ask your mom, Jimmy.”
“She gave me that talk a long time ago, Buck. That’s not what I’m asking.”
Bucky smiled to himself as he imagined Y/N talking to Jimmy about the birds and the bees. She had always complained about the conservative take America had on sex. Y/N prided herself for being sex positive with her son.
Bucky could tell that Jimmy genuinely wanted to have a discussion about the topic. So he stopped the hike for a second and found a ledge with a view to sit for a moment. “What exactly are you asking me, Jimmy?”
He followed Bucky’s lead and sat next to him on the rocks, looking out below him at the trees and blue sky.
For a few minutes, they both just sat in silence and listening to nature.
“When do you know when it’s the right time? Or that they’re the right person?” Jimmy finally asked.
Bucky sighed and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. How had he ever ignored the possibility that this conversation would come up at some point?
“I gotta be honest with you, Jimmy. When I was your age, I didn’t always treat girls all that great.”
Jimmy’s brow creased. “But mom and Sam say that you were a ladies’ man…”
Bucky shook his head. “She told you that?”
“Well…she might have said it a little bit differently.”
“I was charming and smooth. But I got bored easily, chased after a new girl every other week. I even dragged your poor dad into it when it was necessary. He was forced to make a fool of himself in an attempt to be my wingman.”
Jimmy nodded slowly and then glanced at him. “Did you sleep with all of them?”
Bucky shook his head. “Not all of them. Things were different back then. But…there was a decent amount.” He didn’t say it with any pride. More with embarrassment.
Jimmy was quiet. The distance in his eyes made it clear that he was deep in thought. “Did you love them? I mean…the ones that you did sleep with.”
To his surprise, he saw Bucky’s eyes light up a bit at the question. “I’ve only loved one woman in my life, Jimmy.”
“How did you know?” Jimmy voice was quiet.
“What?”
“How did you know that you loved mom?”
Bucky’s jaw clenched. Jimmy was only vaguely aware of the weird timeline between Bucky’s love for his mom and his father’s death. He figured out a lot of it on his own. No one ever flat-out told him that Bucky loved Y/N while she was still with Steve. Jimmy didn’t think it was appropriate for him to ask either of them about it. Every once in awhile, he was brave enough to ask Sam or Nat, but never his mom or Bucky.
“I know it was before dad died.” Jimmy confessed gently.
Bucky just nodded, not all that surprised by it. Jimmy was smart…practically a genius with his privileged and enhanced education.
“Every time I saw her, I felt this draw to her. After everything with Hydra, there was a weird weight inside me. But whenever I was even just in the same room as Y/N, I felt normal again. You can’t rely on another person as your only source of happiness, Jimmy. But whenever I saw how kind and beautiful your mom was, it just became a challenge to make myself better.”
“To make yourself worthy of her?” Jimmy offered softly.
“Exactly.” Bucky looked back to the scenery in front of them. “Your mom never treated me like the Winter Soldier. I was just your dad’s best friend. She cared about me even though I was terrible to her.” Bucky sighed, trying to figure out if he wanted to say the last part. “I knew I loved her when I could see her with your dad, completely in love, and be okay that it wasn’t me. Because all I ever wanted was for her to be happy.”
Jimmy smiled shyly. That sounded like his mom.
“When we first moved here, I was the weird new kid. One of the guys in my grade saw me as an easy target, I guess. I was walking to the bus, him and his friends tried to pick a fight. When I ignored them, they grabbed my sketchbook out of my hand and threw it in a puddle. Sam, she was shorter and smaller then…like me.” Jimmy laughed lightly at the memory of his tall and athletic girlfriend before she grew into a young woman. “She came out of nowhere and yelled at them, even pushed the boy into the mud. She grabbed my sketchbook and told me how much she liked my drawings. Sam was always popular and cool. People love her. I never understood why she did that. Or why she kept talking to me as if I wasn’t this weird and shy new kid.”
Bucky grinned at Jimmy.
“Sam saw me before the world found out that I was Steve Roger’s son.”
“And before you went through puberty.” Bucky teased, taking in Jimmy’s 6’3 height and broad frame.
Jimmy laughed lightly.
“Sounds like you already have it figured out, Jimmy.”
He shrugged. “I just wanted you to know.”
Bucky gripped his shoulders. “I’m glad you told me.” Their little moment was over and he got back to his feet, stretching slightly. Then he pointed seriously at Jimmy. “But if don’t use some kind of protection, you’re getting your butt kicked at training, do you hear me?”
Jimmy rolled his eyes and got to his feet too. “Did you forget who my mother is? She started buying me condoms like over a year ago. And I’m gonna talk to her too.” He didn’t want to admit it, but he wanted to a female perspective on the matter. Sam was really important to him. He didn’t want to do anything to upset or lose her.
Bucky’s cellphone started ringing in his back pocket. “Speak of the devil…”
“Don’t talk about my mother that way!” Jimmy joked as he started climbing a rock wall that was a completely vertical angle.
“Hello?”
“Are you having fun?” Y/N asked lightly
But Bucky instantly noticed something wrong in her voice. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”
Jimmy’s head whipped around at the question and he immediately jumped down from the wall to rejoin Bucky.
“So, everything’s completely fine. Don’t panic.” Then she took in a deep breath. “It’s just…ugh…my water may or may not have broken.”
“What!?” Bucky and Jimmy yelled at the same time.
“The girl’s are taking me to the compound right now. The team of doctors are already waiting for me.” Y/N felt so bad for making Bucky feel so bad about being overprotective. Now he was miles and miles away from her as she was going into labor.
“We’re on our way right now.” Bucky tried not to yell.
“Hey, Bucky?” Y/N asked lightly.
“Yeah?”
“I love you, okay?” That’s when she finally sounded scared.
“I love you too, Y/N. Everything’s going to be fine.”
“Okay…” She didn’t sound convinced.
“Y/N.” Bucky voice turned firm.
“Yeah?”
“I promise, everything’s going to be okay. We’ll be there soon.”
“Okay.” She sighed in a small relief.
With that, Bucky hung up.
He shared a look with Jimmy.
“Race you to the bottom?” The teenager asked.
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Jimmy was holding on to the handle of the car door as he sat in the passenger’s seat. Bucky was screaming down the roads at a speed he’d never witnessed before. He wasn’t complaining, but he’d never seen Bucky so panicked before. Even when Y/N had been kidnapped by Hydra, Bucky maintained a calm and collected soldier mentality. But this…this was something different.
They were sprinting into the medical wing of the compound an hour after they hung up the phone.
The entire team was waiting outside the room.
Nat was the first time talk to them. “Well you two sure made it in record time.”
Jimmy elbowed Bucky. “You go in. I’ll stay out here with everyone.”
Bucky just nodded and rushed into the room.
To his surprise, it was Sam who was sitting next to Y/N’s bed. He was holding her head as she squeezed every time a contraction hit.
Sam looked at him. “Wanda and Nat’s hands already got bruised by her grip.” He explained before Bucky could ask.
“Bucky!” Y/N sighed in relief.
Without saying anything else, Sam pat Bucky on the back and left the room.
“Hey, doll. I’m here.” Bucky sighed, ignore the chair and sitting next to Y/N right on the bed.
Y/N nodded and was taking deep breaths. Her skin was sweaty with pieces of her hair sticking to her forehead. Bucky couldn’t understand how she still managed to look beautiful through the pain and exhaustion.
“You’re doing great.” He whispered to her and kissed her forehead.
Y/N grabbed his metal hand. “Whatever you do… just don’t leave.”
Bucky shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere doll.”
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The labor went on for hours. Y/N handled it like the badass woman she was, never complaining, only asking if the baby was okay every other minute. Bucky didn’t know how she did it. Y/N was his hero.
But the room disappeared when their child finally entered the world.
Bucky swore his heart stopped when the doctor’s announced the new arrival.
It was a girl.
They’d decided to keep the gender a surprise.
Bucky had tears filling his eyes as soon as he saw her.
Now Y/N was fast asleep in her bed. The doctors brought their daughter into a crib at the side of her bed.
But Bucky had struggled with finding sleep after all the excitement. He couldn’t believe he was a father.
Instead of resting, his eyes just watched his two girls sleep.
That is, until the little one started fussing.
Bucky jumped up, not wanting Y/N to wake up. He tiptoed to the crib that was next to the bed. Ever so gently, he picked his daughter up.
“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. Daddy’s here.” He whispered to his baby. She instantly quieted at the sound of his voice. “Your mom’s so tired. We gotta let her rest. She’s been carrying you around for so long and then you caused quite the ruckus when you decided to come out.”
Bucky carefully cradled her to his chest, put most of her weight on his flesh arm. He was already scared of accidentally harming her with his metal arm. Y/N immediately noticed the awkward shifts and movements he made and caught on. She kindly reminded him that he never once harmed Jimmy in all of his life. It made Bucky relax a little bit, but he couldn’t completely stop his paranoia.
“I still can’t believe you’re here.” Bucky whispered. “Frances Stevie Barnes.” He said the name with pride.
Y/N had said she wanted to use a name from Bucky’s true time period. Frances was his grandmother’s name on his mom’s side. His parents used to tell him that he got his charm and good-looks from her. Y/N reminded him that he’d mentioned it to her. She always loved the name. As for the middle name…Well, it was for Bucky’s best friend and the first man that Y/N ever loved.
Y/N didn’t know if it was the right thing to do. But Bucky insisted.
So here she was: Frances Stevie Barnes.
She was healthy and beautiful. Bucky instantly asked the doctors a hundred times if her health was okay. It took Y/N sending a calm surge with her powers for him to finally believe the doctors when they said Frances was perfectly healthy.
“Don’t tell your mom, but I started to hope you were a girl.” Bucky’s voice was so soft and breathy as he rocked her. Then his eyes stared at Y/N, sleeping peacefully. “She’s so beautiful, isn’t she? If you’re lucky, you’ll look more like your mom than your old man.”
Frances cooed as if she didn’t quite agree with him.
Bucky sighed and decided to sit down in the chair next to Y/N’s bed. “I’ll be honest. I don’t really know what I’m doing. But I promise I’ll protect you with my life. I’m going to do my best. I’ve made a lot of mistakes before I got you. I hope I’ve learned enough from them to be the father you deserve.”
The next morning, Y/N woke up with Bucky sleeping in the seat next to her bed, Frances in his arms. The sight warmed her heart. She never doubted that Bucky would be an amazing father. This was just the first of many times he proved her right.
“Did you sleep okay?” Jimmy whispered when he entered the room. He’d already met his little sister in all the chaos. He yelled at the team to go away and leave his parents alone. But he also wanted to spend some time with Frances. He’d always hoped for siblings when he was younger. It might have come later than he imagined, but he couldn’t be happier to finally be a big brother.
“I slept like the dead.” Y/N answered with a light laugh.
“Looks like Bucky’s already a baby whisperer.” Jimmy giggled and then he picked up his camera and snapped a few photos of Bucky and Frances sleeping. He’d already taken a hundred photos yesterday.
“I have a sneaking suspicion that our Frances is going to be quite the daddy’s girl.” Y/N chuckled.
“She better be.” Bucky retorted with a husky voice, eyes still closed.
Jimmy and Y/N shared a laugh at his joke.
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4 Years Later
Bucky was in the living room, lounging on the couch, and reading a book when his assassin senses heard it: someone approaching him from behind his head. He immediately smirked and pretended to keep reading as he heard the little pitter patter of feet that were trying so desperately to be quiet.
Then a small body was launching itself onto his chest. Bucky played up his groan from his daughter’s attack.
“Did I do it? Did I do it?” Frances was breathing heavily and her eyes were excitedly awaiting his answer.
“I was so surprised, Frankie!” Bucky gasped dramatically, making sure to widen his eyes.
Turned out that the older Frances got, the more she hated her name. She insisted on being called by the nickname Frankie. It suited her, seeing as she was such a tomboy. She never wanted to wear dresses or skirts and hated bright colors. It wasn’t rare to see her wearing a backwards baseball cap, making strangers sometimes mistake her for a little boy. But she never seemed to mind.
“You’re lying, daddy.” Her face scrunched into a frown.
Nat or Tony had once mentioned something to Frankie about her father’s old profession. Her young mind didn’t fully understand Bucky’s past. But she always wanted to be just like him. Therefore, she thought the first step was being silent, but deadly. This started a routine of constantly trying to sneak up on her dad.
“But you’re getting better.” Bucky encouraged as he brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear.
Frankie had her father’s eye color and dark brown hair. But her facial structure was all Y/N. Bucky always thought it was a nice compromise. But he always frowned when Y/N made jokes about Frankie’s blue eyes winning her all the boys.
The little girl now splayed her body across her father’s chest, resting her ear over his heart. Bucky welcomed the movement and placed his book on the nearby coffee table before wrapping his arms around her tiny frame.
“Daddy?” Frankie asked softly without lifting her head.
“Yeah, sweetheart.”
She raised her head slowly to look him in the eyes and then placed her hands on his cheeks, squishing them sweetly. “Mommy’s sad today.” She whispered.
Bucky’s heart sank a little at his daughter’s observation.
Today was always a depressing day in the year.
It was the anniversary of Steve’s death.
Y/N hadn’t mentioned it to Bucky, but they both always knew when the dreadful day came.
“She hasn’t laughed. I don’t think she’s smiled too!” Frankie exasperated, her little voice filled with concern.
“Well, today is a little sad for your mom, sweetheart.” Bucky explained as he rubbed her back.
“Why?” Her curiosity had recently reached a high.
“Um… someone really important to me and mom died on this day… a long time ago.”
“Jimmy’s daddy?” Frankie asked. She understood that Jimmy was her brother, but Bucky wasn’t his real dad. And just like her brother, she was far smarter than other kids her age.
“Yeah, Jimmy’s dad.”
“Are you sad too, daddy?” She whispered, her blue eyes studying his so intensely.
Bucky just nodded.
Frankie leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. “Mommy does that when I feel sad!” She giggled innocently. “It makes it better.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Truth be told, hearing his daughter’s laugh could kill any sadness. “Do my kisses help you too?” He asked playfully.
Frankie giggled again. “No, that’s mommy’s superpower! Not yours!”
Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure?”
Before she could answer, he quickly grabbed Frankie and started attacking her with kisses. She tried to escape, but it was useless. Her laughter filled the entire living room as he added tickling to the mix.
“Daddy! Stop!” Frankie cried out through a smile.
“What’s going on in here?” Y/N asked with a shy smile.
The two of them paused their play at the sound of her entrance. But Bucky kept Frankie caged against his chest and sitting on his lap.
“Frankie says I don’t have magic kisses like yours.” He explained as if it was a very adult thing to say. Then he leaned down and pressed a few rapid kisses to his daughter’s cheek.
“Do mommy’s kisses work on you, daddy?” Frankie asked, beaming.
“You know how in Sleeping Beauty and Snow White, the knight’s kiss is the only thing that wakes them up?” Bucky asked. His daughter nodded. “Well… that’s what your mom’s kiss did for me.”
Frankie’s eyes went wide. “Mommy is your knight?”
Bucky smiled at her awe and nodded.
“I like that!” She declared to neither of her parents surprise. At the age of 4, she was already trying to dismantle gender roles and stereotypes.
Bucky then stood up from the couch with his daughter in his arms. “How are you, doll?” He asked Y/N as they walked toward her.
Y/N just shrugged. She gave him a side smirk, but it didn’t reach her eyes. No, her eyes were filled with a hidden sadness that even her daughter caught.
Frankie leaned up to Bucky’s ear. “Daddy, you should kiss mommy to make it better.” She whispered.
Bucky didn’t break his concerned gaze with Y/N when his daughter gave her instructions. But then he leaned forward and kissed Y/N. It was more than a peck and some parents probably would withhold kissing like this in front of their child. But Frankie didn’t seem to mind. At least she could see how much her parents truly loved each other.
Y/N was reluctant to pull away, staring deeply into Bucky’s blue eyes after their lips disconnected.
“I’m going to the grocery store to get stuff for dinner. Any requests?” She asked.
“We can come with you.” Bucky offered.
Except Y/N was already shaking her head. “I’ll be fine. You two stay here and keep having fun.” But what she really meant was that she needed some time alone.
Bucky just nodded slowly.
Y/N grabbed her purse and keys. She tried to make her escape, but Bucky caught her wrist lightly. She looked at him, expecting him to say something like ‘be safe’ or ‘hurry back.’
Instead, Bucky pulled her in for another kiss. “I love you.” He urged afterward.
“I love you too, Buck.” She muttered back and then kissed her daughters cheek while she was still in her father’s arms. “You two be good.” Then she was out the door.
Bucky looked at Frankie. “Hey, I have an idea.” She looked at him curiously. “How about we make your ma’s favorite dessert?”
“Yeah! That will make her happy!” Frankie cheered in agreement.
“So you’ll help me?” Bucky asked.
She nodded energetically and scurried out of his arms to sprint to the kitchen.
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They were about to put the flourless chocolate cake in the oven when the front door opened.
“Anyone home?”
Frankie’s entire face brightened. “Jim-Jam!” She practically screeched before sprinting in the direction of the voice.
But Jimmy was already entering the kitchen when he was attacked by his little sister. He instantly picked her up in his arms, like a natural.
Bucky smiled at him. “What are you doing here, bud?” He walked over to give the boy a huge while Frankie clung to him.
Jimmy ended up going to school at M.I.T. After a long discussion with Tony and Bucky, he agreed to go to college before he did anything even remotely close to Avenging. Everyone knew he did it more for his mom’s benefit than his own. He thought if he gave her four more years of normalcy, she would accept his risky profession of saving the world a bit better.
“Thought I’d come home for the weekend and surprise mom.”
“Mommy’s sad.” Frankie told her brother.
Jimmy shared a knowing look with Bucky.
“Well how about we go to the greenhouse and pick some fresh flowers to bring in, huh?” Jimmy asked her softly. She nodded.
Bucky watched them go out the back with a soft smile.
Frankie and Jimmy were thick as thieves. Some of their family wondered how the two would get along with the awkward age gap between the two. But Frankie has been following her big brother around since she could walk. When Jimmy went to college, she didn’t handle it so well. But he kept assuring her that he was only a few hours away. Even less if one of the Avengers happened to pick him up on a jet.
But it was clear that Jimmy would die before he let anything happen to Frankie. He loved her with all of his heart and felt even more protective of her than his own mother.
Bucky put the unbaked cake into the oven just as Y/N walked in with grocery bags in her grasp.
“Need any help?” He asked.
“Nope. I managed.” She answered.
There was still a distant look in her eyes as she started putting items away.
Bucky gently touched her forearm, halting her movements. “You want to talk about it?”
Y/N shrugged. “There’s not much to say. You know what day it is, Buck.”
“I know. I miss him too, doll.”
“I know it’s been so long. But I still think about him all the time.” Then she looked up at him with sudden guilt. “I hope you don’t think that means I love you any less.”
“I know you don’t, Y/N.” Bucky sighed. “I think about Steve every day.” He admitted. “It might sound weird, but I wish he could’ve met Frankie. I always thought him and I would raise our kids together, you know?”
Y/N laughed lightly. “No. I get what you mean.” Then she suddenly looked around the kitchen. “Speaking of Frankie… Where is the little monster?”
Then she heard the back door open and Frankie talking her head off.
Frankie was very different than Jimmy in a lot of ways. While her brother solidified a position as an outsider, Frankie could charm just about anyone. Bucky grinned any time he took her to the park and watched as she made about 5 new friends before they left. Everyone loved her. Y/N blamed it on the Barnes’ charm. But Bucky knew it was a lot of it was from her too. However, Frankie inherited the same gene of righteousness and protectiveness that Jimmy did. She was already standing up for her friends and calling out the meanies.
Jimmy rounded into the kitchen with Frankie sitting on his shoulders.
“Mommy! Look who’s here!”
“Oh my god!” Y/N cried out.
Jimmy giggled at his mom’s reaction. “Thought I’d surprise you.”
Y/N launched herself into her son’s arms. It was always comical to see the size difference between the two.
“Mommy, we picked you some sunflowers.” Frankie announced, still perched on her brother’s shoulders. She handed a bouquet down to her mother with a proud smirk. “And daddy and I made you cake!”
“Well aren’t I just the luckiest mommy.” Y/N hummed.
The rest of the night consisted of Bucky making the four of them dinner. Like every other night in the house, Y/N had her music blasting. But everyone’s laughter was a nice accompaniment to it. Y/N leaned against the counter laughing as she watched Jimmy dancing with Frankie on top of his feet. Every once in awhile, he would dip her or swing her body around crazily.
Actually sitting down for dinner wasn’t all that different. Frankie would joke around with Jimmy. Bucky would try to ask Jimmy about school whenever his daughter took a breath. But mostly Bucky would watching Y/N while she had a expression of pure happiness as she watched her children goofing around with one another.
Frankie and Jimmy did the dishes and then he promised to read her a story if she went to bed on time.
The night ended with Jimmy in his room calling Sam, Frankie was fast asleep, and Bucky was with Y/N on the back porch.
“You know… we did good.” Y/N sighed, cuddling closer into Bucky’s side.
He looked down at her. “We did, didn’t we?”
“They’re such good kids.” Y/N whispered. “I don’t know how it’s possible that we get to be their parents.”
“Give yourself some credit, doll.” Bucky chuckled. “But I have an inkling that Frankie’s going to give us hell when she’s older.”
Y/N laughed in agreement.
“I already see the boys flirting with her on the playground.” Bucky groaned.
“Oh, don’t start with all that already.” She sighed.
“I know, I know.” He defended, fully aware what she was warning him about.
A peaceful silence settled between them.
Then Bucky took in a deep breath. “I never knew I could be this happy…never knew I could get this life, Y/N.”
She looked up at him. “I know you didn’t. That’s why I had to prove it to you.”
THE END
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Just wanted to say thank you to everyone that messaged me, reblogged, and reviewed this story. I never thought it was going to get reception it did. So truly...thank you.
But it’s NOT OVER YET...technically.
I thought it was would be fun for people to send me requests for this little Bucky x Reader (Jimmy & Frankie) Universe I’ve created.
So if you have a ONE SHOT/DRABBLE involving Bucky with Frankie or Jimmy, please send me a message.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE be specific. I hate generic requests. But also verify how old you want the kids to be (obviously the age gap between them will remain the same).
I hope this makes people excited and less sad about the ending of this little series of mine.
A/N: I lied, everyone. Oops. But this got so long, I had to break it up. But, good news; you’ll get even more of Bucky, Tony, and TJ on Monday. (And that will be the actual final part, I promise.)
Bucky’s fresh out of the shower, getting ready to head out for their monthly Howlies dinner, when he sees his phone flash with an unread message. He can’t help but smile when he sees that it’s from Tony, but frowns, instantly worried, when it reads: are you busy right now?
They’ve been careful around and with each other the last few months, developing a schedule they both feel comfortable with, and rarely deviate from. They meet up twice a week, once to go out and do something with TJ—playgrounds, museums and exhibits, the zoo, feeding the ducks in the small park by Tony’s apartment—and once to have dinner together, as a family, and give Bucky the chance to be part of TJ’s bedtime routine. They text, a lot, and call each other on the days they don’t meet up, talking about everything and nothing for hours, trying to figure out where they stand, and where to go from there.
Tony texting him something like this is highly unusual, and Bucky’s hit call before he’s even fully aware of opening his contacts, nervously chewing his bottom lip as he waits for the call to connect.
“Hey,” Tony says when he picks up, sounding a little stressed, but not like something terrible is happening. “Sorry to spring this on you, but are you free tonight? One of my clients is having some issues with their servers, and, well, it’s kind of a mess, and they’re freaking out about it. It’ll take me two, three hours to fix, tops, but I don’t really want to take TJ to the office with me if I can avoid it. He’s had his bath already, and he wants PB&J sandwiches for dinner—”
“Jam!” TJ screeches happily, somewhere in the background.
“—so you wouldn’t even have to cook,” Tony finishes. Then, to TJ, he adds, “Don’t yell, please.”
“Sorry!” TJ yells, from wherever he is in the apartment.
(Watch out for the break, mobile readers!)
Tony sighs, and Bucky clears his throat to cover a laugh. “‘S fine, Tony. You know I love seein’ you. The two of you, both of you.”
Bucky winces at the slip-up, but Tony either doesn’t notice, or is nice enough to not point it out. They both know that Bucky’s still as gone on Tony as he was almost four years ago, but Tony is quick to change the subject whenever they get too close to the feelings territory. He’s obviously struggling, working up to something big, but Bucky isn’t going to push. That never works with Tony, anyway, and Bucky might be pining, but he’s also genuinely happy to have Tony back in his life as a friend and co-parent.
They hang up after Bucky promises to come right over, much to TJ’s obvious—and loud—delight. He sends a message to the Howlies group chat once he’s caught a cab, and only feels a little guilty for cancelling on them last minute. They’re his brothers, and he loves them all dearly, but he also remembers the way they’d been suspicious and dismissive of Tony right from the start, without a discernible reason. The only one of his friends who’d genuinely liked Tony had been Peggy, and she’s also the only one who knows some of what’s been happening in Bucky’s life lately.
TJ is bouncing off the walls when Bucky arrives, clearly excited about the change to his evening plans. Tony shoots Bucky an apologetic look on his way out, then kisses TJ’s head and reminds him to be good.
They have the promised PB&J sandwiches for dinner, and some yoghurt with sliced bananas for dessert. Afterwards, TJ asks for a story, so they curl up on the couch together, and Bucky reads him Daddy’s Boots. Tony had originally bought the book in an attempt to help TJ understand Bucky’s long absence—they both agree that TJ doesn’t need to know everything just yet, especially the messy details of their breakup—but it has become one of TJ’s favourites by now, only ever to be read to him by Bucky.
“Someone’s tired,” Bucky teases, when TJ yawns for the third time in about as many minutes. “Time for bed, huh?”
“No,” TJ whines, flopping across Bucky’s lap, but promptly yawns again. “‘Nother story, please?”
Bucky pretends to consider for a few seconds, but has to laugh at TJ’s upside down pouty face. “Teeth and pyjamas first.”
TJ scrambles off the couch, whooping, with Bucky following more sedately, chuckling quietly under his breath. He empties the dishwasher and puts everything away, then reloads it with their dishes from dinner. He’s wiping down the table when TJ skids into the kitchen, right into Bucky’s legs, decidedly not in his PJs.
“Up, Bucky, up,” he demands, insistently tugging at Bucky’s shirt until Bucky, heaving a sigh, lifts him up onto his hip. “It’s you an’ daddy, look!”
Bucky has to set him down on the counter so he can take the slip of paper TJ’s waving at him, which turns out to be a picture of Bucky and Tony. It’s a selfie they took the morning after the first time Tony had spent the night at Bucky’s; Tony is beaming at the camera, eyes half closed, his whole body turned into Bucky’s chest while Bucky nuzzles him, mouth open against Tony’s cheek, one arm stretched up to take the picture, the other wrapped firmly around Tony.
“Where,” Bucky starts, then has to swallow hard to get rid of the lump in his throat. “Where’d you get this, sweetheart?”
TJ nearly faceplants off the counter in his eagerness. Bucky catches him around the waist, and levels him with a warning look before setting him down more slowly. TJ leads him through the living room, out into the hall, and then vanishes inside Tony’s bedroom. Bucky hesitates on the threshold, because for all that he’s been here once a week over the last three or so months, going into Tony’s bedroom feels intimate, somehow, like he’s intruding.
But then TJ calls, “Bucky, come see,” and Bucky figures he probably should go in, if only to make sure TJ isn’t making a huge mess. Which he isn’t, but he is trying to drag a moving box out of the closet, looking hilariously offended when it doesn’t work, and he lands flat on his butt instead.
“C’mere, lemme help,” Bucky says, lifting it out for him. He feels obligated to ask, “Does your dad know you’re goin’ through his stuff?”
“Yes,” TJ says absently, which is so very clearly a lie, Bucky has to bite his tongue so he doesn’t laugh. He plops down on the floor, and rifles through the contents of the box for a moment before holding something else out to Bucky. “Look, Tesla!”
“Shit,” Bucky blurts, and goes to sit cross-legged next to TJ, taking the pink stuffed bear from him. Belatedly, he warns, “Don’t repeat that, ‘kay?”
“Bad word,” TJ acknowledges, but he’s already back to digging through the box.
Bucky, though, is still reeling, staring down at the teddy in his lap. They’d gone to Coney Island for one of their first dates, spending way too much money on junk food and rigged carnival games. Bucky’d managed to not suck completely at exactly one of them, and won the pink teddy—named Tesla by Tony, because of course—for Tony.
And Tony had kept it. And told TJ about it. Which means—something? Maybe?
The curiosity gets the better of Bucky, and he scoots closer to peer into the box. He’s careful not to lose anything as he moves an envelope overflowing with ticket stubs and receipts aside, and smiles fondly, heart fluttering, when he finds more pictures. He grimaces at the cut out newspaper articles about his alleged death and unlikely rescue months later, but there’s hope underneath the old hurt now, because these mean that Tony thought of him, has kept track of him over the years. He starts to laugh when he comes across one of his favourite v-neck shirts, thought lost years ago, but it dies in his throat when he sees what’s underneath.
Hand shaking, Bucky picks up the small velvet box, stroking his thumb over it, but not opening it yet. He wants to, more than anything, but at the same time, he doesn’t want the confirmation that he lost even more than he’d previously known.
It’s TJ who, after he must have grown bored of watching Bucky’s impending emotional breakdown, opens it for him, and takes out the ring. “Pretty! Bucky, look, it’s pretty,” he coos, turning it over in his fingers. Then he glances up at Bucky, face scrunched up into a confused frown, and asks, “Yours? From daddy?”
And that is what makes Bucky snap. He grabs TJ and gets up, determined to finally get to the bottom of things. Because this isn’t right, none of it is; they’d been happy, him and Tony, they’d talked about moving in together, had even had tentative plans to start a family after Bucky’s last long deployment overseas. Tony had wanted to propose, to marry him, not break up.
Not until their night out with the Howlies, anyway.
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Modern AU | 16K | Explicit
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Bucky knew it would be hot, so he brought a bottle of water, but the sip he takes from it does absolutely nothing to quench his thirst, because the dive team coach is a fucking mountain of muscle barely contained by a pair of floral board shorts and a white tank with low-enough armholes that Bucky can see the muscles densely packed around his ribs. His arms, it must be said, are fucking huge, and Bucky can see the bronze hairs on his forearm glinting in the sunlight even from across the pool.
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In which single dad Bucky Barnes has a crush on his daughter's dive team coach and thirsts awkwardly. That's it, that's the fic.
Steve is an art teacher for Shield School's elementary division. He loves his job, and he loves his students, and he enjoys getting to know their parents. He's very good at drawing lines and not crossing them, but the father of his very favorite student makes that extremely difficult sometimes.
Bucky just wants what's best for his daughter, and it seems like Shield School will be good for her. If her favorite teacher, Mr. Rogers, happens to be so handsome it hurts, well, that's something only Bucky needs to know, isn't it? He's very good at drawing lines and not crossing them...isn't he?
Spoiler-y (and confusing) if you haven’t read the series.
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Request: Anonymous
Prompt: Could you do a one shot on Frankie accidentally walking on in her parents doing the dirty (age 16-17)?
Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Fem!Reader; Frankie
Words Count: 1,917
Y/N and Bucky sat on opposite sides of the living room couch, facing each other with their legs crossed. She had just told him a funny story and Bucky clutched his stomach from laughing so hard. Out of all the women he had met in his life, he’d never found one that had as much personality and sense of humor as Y/N.
Meanwhile Y/N still found it the biggest accomplishment to make Bucky laugh. She remembered when Steve was still alive, it was rare to see even a smirk grace Bucky’s lips. Once they were together and happy, she took it upon herself to bring a playfulness that must have been rare with couples back in the 30s & 40s.
Their relationship held a lot of darkness. It was built on the death of someone they both loved very dearly. But that was why Y/N realized they needed to keep as much fun in their relationship as possible. And after all these years together, it was vital.
Bucky’s laughter slowly quieted and he stared at her lovingly.
Y/N sipped some of her wine to get away from his gaze. After all this time, she couldn’t help but squirm and blush when he looked at her like that. “What are you staring at, mister?”
“Will you marry me?” He asked softly.
“Oh my goodness!” Y/N practically screeched in laughter. “You haven’t given me a proposal in so long! I forgot how entertaining they are!”
Bucky set his beer on the coffee table and crawled toward her on the couch. Then he carefully took her wine glass out of her hand as well. He gently gripped her hips, holding her in place. His lips found her collar bone first. It was peeking out from her baggy flannel that actually belonged to Bucky. Then his lips danced up her neck.
“Are you sure you don’t want to marry me, doll?” He hummed and finally kissed her lips. “Y/N Barnes…it’s a sexy name.”
She huffed at that. “Yeah… Well, I’m old with two kids now. Sexy isn’t really my thing anymore.” But she happily intensified the kiss.
“Oh, I beg to differ. Especially when you wearing my clothes.” Bucky gave her a devilish smirk and he undid the top button of her shirt.
“Someone’s getting handsy…” She breathed.
“We have the house to ourselves. Frankie’s spending the night with Jimmy at the compound…” Bucky was already down a few more buttons.
Y/N could barely think straight as she faintly nodded and wrapped her legs around Bucky’s waist, pulling his groan closer to her. Soon their clothes were coming off.
Raising two kids, enhanced ones at that, was exhausting and time consuming. Bucky and Y/N’s relationship was still filled with love and … desire. But it was just hard to find time for themselves like they could before Frankie was born. Their relationship started with a kid already in the picture. But their daughter was definitely more of a handful than Jimmy ever had been.
Soon the living room was filled with soft moans and grunts. Y/N’s breathing became heavier and quicker. Just as she was about to reach that point, the front door flew open.
“Mom! Dad! Jimmy got called out onto a mission so I figured I’d come home and sleep in- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” Frankie screamed out. In her panic, her telekinesis power had a mind of its own and flung a pile of newspapers into the air to obscure the traumatizing view in front of her.
“Oh my god!” Y/N yelped in embarrassment and shock.
“Are you two seriously having sex on the couch!?” Y/N screamed with her back to them. “I sit there!”
Y/N, not really knowing how else to handle the situation, just started laughing uncontrollably. Meanwhile Bucky, still a man of the past (no matter how long he lived in the future), was bright red and covering his face with his hand as embarrassed groans came from the back of his throat.
“I am deeply disturbed and I am going back to the compound.” Frankie mumbled. “Hopefully there’s a bottle of bleach there I can pour all over my eyeballs. Too bad Wanda went on the mission too, maybe she can make me forget I ever saw THAT.” Without waiting for a response from her parents, Frankie slammed the front door behind her.
The tension in Bucky’s shoulders lessened when he heard the sound of Frankie’s Honda Cafe Racer roar to life and speed away.
“You know…she gets that sailor’s mouth from you.” Bucky mumbled.
“Guilty.” Y/N giggled, now having Bucky’s flannel on her again. “You're really mortified right now, aren’t you?” She playfully poked him in the nose.
Bucky nodded with a dazed look in his eyes. “Did we just traumatize our daughter into a lifetime of therapy?”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “You really think Frankie doesn’t know about sex, Buck?”
Bucky glared at her. “I’d like to think that she doesn’t.”
“She’s 17 Bucky!” Y/N laughed at his ridiculousness.
“Wait, is Frankie having sex with someone!?” Bucky cried out.
“Calm down. I’m not about to discuss our daughter’s sex life with you. I promised it would remain a mother/daughter conversation.” But she saw how desperate Bucky was looking at her. “When you need to know about a guy in Frankie’s life, I’ll tell you. Deal?”
He nodded grumpily.
“Should-Should we go to the compound and talk to her?” He asked softly. Now the guilt was seeping in. The situation was probably more embarrassing for Frankie than them.
“No. We should give her some space. I’ll talk to her tomorrow.” Y/N shrugged. “Unless…you want to be the one to talk to her.”
“Look, I respect your whole sex-positive and progressive thing. It’s one of the things I love about you.” Bucky sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “But I’m stuck in my old ways, no matter how long I live in this time period. And when I say ‘old ways’ I mean parents didn’t talk about sex with their kids back then and we all pretended it didn’t exist.”
Y/N scoffed teasingly at that. “Well, that’s why kids get pregnant at 15, Bucky. But I understand.”
“When did she get so grown up?” Bucky sighed. It took half a glimpse for Frankie to comprehend what she walked in on. What happened to his little, innocent girl?
Y/N pat his shoulder. “It happens fast, Buck.”
Then a thought suddenly occurred to him. “Has she ever had a boyfriend?”
Once middle school came around, Frankie got closer to her mother. She would always be a daddy’s girl. But there was just some things Bucky wasn’t equipped to handle when it came to being a pre-teen girls in middle school.
It was hard to see some distance grow between the two of them. But he understood that Frankie now had things in her life that she wasn’t comfortable talking to him about.
“No.” Y/N stated firmly.
“How are you so sure?” Bucky pushed.
“Because she’s picky, like her mom. Well, picky is not the right word. She knows her worth and she refuses to settle.” Y/N smiled, thinking about the few times she’s seen her daughter around boys her age. “There’s not a boy at her school that doesn’t have a crush on her though.” Bucky growled. Y/N laughed at his response and jumped off the couch. “But she’s not interested.”
“Why not?”
Y/N cringed, knowing Bucky wasn’t going to like the answer. “Well, she’s like me in that way too.” He narrowed his eyes, not following. “She likes older guys.” Y/N giggled at Bucky’s horrified expression. This was almost too much fun.
He was clearly deep in thought and going into crazy, over-protective dad mode.
“Bucky!” Y/N snapped, bring him back to reality. “Do you want to keep talking about our daughter’s love life? Or do you wanna finish what you started…in the bedroom…with the door locked?”
That finally brought Bucky out of it. He grinned and stood up from the couch. Before Y/N could predict his actions, he threw her body over his shoulders. She yelped out in surprise when he added a slap to her butt.
“James Buchanan Barnes, did you just smack my ass?!” She screeched.
“You bet I did, doll.” And he carried her up to their bedroom.
Bucky was covered in sweat, having just got back from basically running a marathon. He’d been off active duty for so long, but his body never showed any indication of it. He finally started showing some small signs of aging: some grey in his scruff and little creases around his eyes. But people were still frightened by his strong stature and threatening posture. Somehow just by looking at him they knew he had the ability to kill them in seconds.
Bucky stopped abruptly in the doorway when he saw Frankie sitting at the kitchen counter with her phone in her hand and a coffee mug in the other.
Her whole body froze when she saw him.
“Look, we don’t have to talk about it. Mom already gave me a speech. I’d really prefer if we pretended it never happened.” The words rushed off Frankie lips.
Bucky just nodded and looked at the ground. “I’m sorry we made you uncomfortable.” His words were so quiet and unlike him.
Frankie couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “Sometimes I wish you and mom didn’t love each other so much. Why can’t you be like all my friends’ parents?”
Bucky raised an eyebrow in amusement. “And what exactly are they like?”
“Oh you know. They barely tolerate each other. Probably haven’t had sex in years. Their kids have just completely desexualized them at this point.” Her tone was sassy, but her words were true. “A couple of my friends once told me they’ve never even seen their parents kiss…” Her face dropped, suddenly realizing that it was actually sort of sad.
“What about kissing?” Y/N practically danced into the room. Without getting an answer, she kissed Frankie on the forehead and then spun to Bucky, kissing him on the lips. “You get two,” laughing before kissing him again. She disappeared from the kitchen just as quickly as they arrived.
Bucky saw his daughter’s expression change. “Do you really wish we were more like that?”
Frankie gave him small smirk. “No. Without you and mom, I’d probably think love is dead. I’ve never seen any of those other dads look at their wives the way you look at mom.”
She downed the rest of her coffee and put her mug in the sink before heading out of the kitchen.
“Hey Frankie?” Bucky said hurriedly.
“Yeah?”
“If you ever do want to…talk…about you know…” He stumbled over his offer. Why was it so much easier to talk to Jimmy about this stuff? Because he’s a boy, an annoyed voice reminded him in his head.
Frankie looked utterly amused. “Dad, I can stick with mom on this certain area. But I appreciate you saying that anyways.” Then she chuckled. “Jeez, she was right: you really are old-fashioned and uptight about sex.”
Bucky groaned.
“Sex!” Frankie yelled, loving the reaction it caused from him. “Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex!” She chanted as she ran up the stairs into her room.
I thought this request was hilarious. If you didn’t pick up on it, my parents are definitely the opposite of Y/N & Bucky. lol
Thanks to anon for requesting it. Keep ‘em coming peeps!
