Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader
Words:951
Warnings: Very brief mention of Bucky’s past abuse, as well as mama Sarah’s past abuse, other than that, this is pure, comforting, fluff. You guys earned it. Enjoy <3
Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader
Words:951
Warnings: Very brief mention of Bucky’s past abuse, as well as mama Sarah’s past abuse, other than that, this is pure, comforting, fluff. You guys earned it. Enjoy <3
Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader
Words:951
Warnings: Very brief mention of Bucky’s past abuse, as well as mama Sarah’s past abuse, other than that, this is pure, comforting, fluff. You guys earned it. Enjoy <3
Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader
Words:951
Warnings: Very brief mention of Bucky’s past abuse, as well as mama Sarah’s past abuse, other than that, this is pure, comforting, fluff. You guys earned it. Enjoy <3
Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader
Words:951
Warnings: Very brief mention of Bucky’s past abuse, as well as mama Sarah’s past abuse, other than that, this is pure, comforting, fluff. You guys earned it. Enjoy <3
Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader
Words:951
Warnings: Very brief mention of Bucky’s past abuse, as well as mama Sarah’s past abuse, other than that, this is pure, comforting, fluff. You guys earned it. Enjoy <3
Bucky is first on the bus, holding the door open for Steve, who has kept you cradled against his chest; unwilling to let you go during the whole seven-block walk back.
“Hey guys, can we have the room?” Bucky asks Clint and Nat. They both take one look at you and start throwing on their clothes and shoes.
“Is she okay?” Nat asks quietly.
Bucky nods. “She is. She will be. I promise.”
Bucky has a quick, but hushed conversation with them both, which concludes with Clint insisting, “Of course. No problem, brother.” He tosses a wink over his shoulder at you, “We love you lil’ mama.” Nat sends you a sweet smile, and blows you a kiss.
As they leave, they both give Bucky a kiss on the cheek before he closes and locks the door behind them.
Steve sets you down on the couch and helps you get your shoes off. Bucky brings you a bottle of water and a cereal bar, and sits next to you.
“I’m gonna clean up real quick,” Steve says to Bucky, and disappears into the bathroom. It’s only then that you realize he’s got more blood on him than just his knuckles.
Bucky wraps your hands around the cool bottle, and unscrews the lid. “Drink something,” he urges you. Once you take a few swallows, he breaks off a piece of the cereal bar, makes you open your mouth, and pops the bite onto your tongue. The anxiety and adrenaline are wearing off, and it’s left you feeling shaky and empty, so the cereal bar tastes better than it has any right to.
Once you finish the pastry, and half the bottle of water, you’re feeling a bit better. “I’m sorry,” you say quietly.
“For what?” Bucky asks.
“For what happened.”
He wraps his arms around you and squeezes you tight. “None of what happened with him is your fault. Not back then, and not today. You don’t have anything to apologize for.” You still look apologetic, so he takes your hand in both of his, and continues, “Look. You and I both have abusive exes, right?” You recall the horrible mental and emotional abuse he suffered at the hands of their ex, Peggy, and nod. “Do you think what she did to me was my fault?”
“Of course not, Bucky.”
“Then this isn’t your fault either.”
“What he said though…” You trail off and drop your eyes to your lap.
Steve leans against the bathroom door frame, scrubbing at his hair with a towel. “What did he say?”
You fish around in your brain before you’re able to come up with the thing he’d said that nearly made you puke on the bright-white grocery-store floor. “He said nobody would take in a whore like me unless I fucked them first.”
Steve sits in front of you on the coffee table. “That’s crass, clearly, and downright fucking infuriating, but out of the whole shitty encounter, why is that in particular sticking with you?”
“Because,” you whisper, “it’s kind of what happened.”
“With who?” Bucky asks, confusion clear on his face.
“Wait,” Steve connects the dots a little faster than Bucky, “With us?”
“Yeah.”
Bucky barks a laugh, and immediately claps a hand over his mouth. ”I’m sorry for laughing. I am. But that is so NOT what happened with us.”
Steve is the one that’s confused now. “You think that’s the only reason you’re with us now? Because you fucked your way onto the bus?”
“I didn’t think it. Not until he said it.”
Steve slides off of the table, onto the floor at your feet, and takes your hands in his. “We thought you were hot as hell way before you ever set foot up those steps. We wanted to see if you would make the first move. If you were actually interested in either of us, or just hoping anyone from the band would grab you, like most of the groupies do. But honestly, we were about two days away from dragging you out of the crowd ourselves.”
“You aren’t here because you conned us into something we didn’t want.” Bucky reassures you, “You’re here because it’s something we all wanted.”
“Besides,” Steve cuts in, “even it that’s what happened—it isn’t, but even if it was—who fucking cares? What we have is real. This love is real. This family is real. So it doesn’t matter how we all got here.”
Bucky continues, “You’re ours, Y/n. Now and forever. And you own us completely. We were made for each other.”
You study their faces, their eyes, and you know by the sincerity written there that they mean every word of what they said. Suddenly you huff out a laugh, because you feel silly for letting your ex make you doubt yourself and these two incredible men. Your men.
“Hey,” Steve squeezes your knee, “I’m sorry I scared you. It took my mama a long time to stop flinching after her abuser died. I know better than to act like that.”
You shake your head, “No! He got into my head today. That’s all. You could never scare me, Stevie. Ever. You two make me feel safer than I ever have before.”
Bucky and Steve both preen a little at knowing you feel secure and protected by them.
“I love you two so much it hurts.”
“We love you too,” they answer in unintentional unison, making you giggle.
You sigh, “Please take me to bed. Help me forget today ever existed.”
“Whaaaaat? And forget the bomb dick you’re fixin’ to get?” Bucky chuckles, and scoops you up into his arms.
“Okay, maybe everything before right now.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal, gorgeous.”
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➳ welcome to my little headcanon series; The Baby Diaries. here is where I’ll create headcanons for pregnancy/delivery/raising kids featuring some of the people i write about. if you have any ideas you want to see in this series as headcanons, send me an ask! i’d love to incorporate your ideas into it! :) until then, have fun reading & i hope you enjoy! I’m so excited
➳ It started right after your and Bucky’s honeymoon. You hadn’t been feeling well. Constantly fatigued, with no energy whatsoever, you were lucky if you kept water down. Bucky was of course worried.He had taken care of you the entire weekend, even going as far as skipping out on training and work so he could take care of you. He was holding you when you desired to be cuddled, using a cold compress for your neck to try and bring down nausea, and ensuring you were kept hydrated.
➳ “Bucky, am I dying?” You had asked him after you finished throwing up for what seemed like the millionth time. Bucky’s blue orbs pooled in yours as he worked to wipe away the bead of sweat that was collecting on your forehead. “No, Doll, I don’t think you’re dying,”He sighed, rubbing comforting circles into the muscles of your shoulders that throbbed from the number of times you had thrown up. “Should we go see a doctor?” He asked you in all seriousness.
➳ Well, rather than seeing a doctor in the hospital,you went to Bruce Banner. “Bruce, please, what could it be?” You asked him as you hopped up onto the exam table in the medical bay. Peering at you through his glasses, he chewed on his bottom lip. “What are your symptoms again?” He asked. You listed nausea, fatigue, mood swings, and a few others. Bruce sat there with his arms crossed, trying his hardest to fight off the smile. He knew that you and Bucky were freshly married and had returned a few weeks ago from your honeymoon.
➳ “This is a personal question… Oh, I’ll just say it. Y/N, it sounds like you may be pregnant,”Bruce concluded. You swore Bucky turned fifty shades of green.He stopped blinking, his hand reaching for yours. “Pregnant?” Bucky repeated the revelation. Bruce glanced between you and Bucky, trying his hardest not to laugh at your husband’s apparent look of shock.He nodded his head. “I can do a few more tests to see?” He suggested to which you quickly nodded your head. Once Bruce had conducted some, he said that the results would be back within a few minutes. During that time, Bucky finally spoke.
➳ “Doll, could you really be pregnant?” He asked. You smiled, rubbing your fingers over his flesh knuckles. “Honestly, it would explain a lot,” You sighed. Bucky gulped, knowing that you were correct. The sickness, the wave of emotions, the reason you squeaked when he grabbed you from behind and touched your breasts. He thought he had broken you for a split second until you informed him they just hurt.“If I am pregnant – are you okay?” You slowly turned your eyes up to him. He quickly looked down to meet your eyes, a soft smile erupting. “Of course, I will be…” He whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.
➳ It felt like a solid eternity before Bruce returned wearing a smile, hands folded in front of his body. “Congratulations, you are pregnant.” He announced. Drawing in a gasp, your hand flew up to cover your mouth. Bucky’s jaw was unhinged. Even though he had already confirmed it in his head, actually hearing it be said was an entirely different story. Your hand moved to rest on Bucky’s thigh as you slowly turned your eyes over to meet his gaze. “Bucky, did you hear that? We’re…Pregnant,”You whispered. Bucky’s head lolled over to meet your eyes. Without hesitation, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. Bruce smiled, leaving the two of you alone to soak in the news.
➳ Later on that night as you two were settled in for bed, Bucky had his head in your lap. “Doll, I’ve wanted to start a family with you – I just wasn’t expecting it to be this soon,”He laughed, picking up your hand. You giggled in response, raking your fingers through his dark brown locks. His eyes were zeroed in on your belly, his hand slowly shifting your t-shirt up so he could see your belly that would soon grow with a bump. “I know you can’t hear me yet, but I love you so much already.” He whispered, leaning forward to press his lips to your stomach. You knew you married a good man.
Hey, I got a request - thanks for that by the way - and I am doing a gender neutral adoption version of my last post. :)
I would honestly have to say that I would die for dad!bucky.
Now, in the early stages of your marriage, he’d totally see you with nieces, nephews, friends children and imagine your life together.
Like whenever you’d be at a family gathering or with Morgan or Clints kids, he would just be in a total state of awe.
Sam noticed it first, teasing his friend before Bucky finally admitted he wanted it.
The family.
The security.
He wanted all of it.
You were just as on board, a little less than he was but just as enthusiastic, and couldn’t wait to have your own children running around the house.
But the two of you knew that biologically having a child together was impossible.
So you set out looking for an adoption agency as soon as possible. Some realised who Bucky was and instantly turned the two of you down.
It was difficult, hoping for someone to allow you to raise a child together, to give this child a happy home.
Whenever you were stressed, Bucky would hold you in his arms, his hands brushing through your hair as you discussed the future.
“Bucky,” You whispered as you leaned into his chest, feelings his hands brushing through your hair. “Yeah,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead as the two of you looked at each other.
“What would you name your child?” She asked. Bucky wasn’t expecting the question so he thought about it before answering, “Becky or Winnie, for my sister and mother. Or maybe if it was a boy, something to do with Steve. He saved me life more times than I could count,” he explained.
So when they finally called and the agency approved your request, you were both over the moon, now just waiting for them to contact you.
They said they had a little girl, 8 weeks old. Her parents had left her on the side of the street and you could pick her up the next day.
You cried at the idea. Being a parent was something you’d always wanted and now you had it.
When you went to pick her up, you were overcome with emotion, but signing those papers that allowed you to become her parent was one of the best things that had ever happened to you.
You decided to name her Rebecca Natasha Barnes, after his sister and your best friend.
Bucky didn’t want to hold his baby girl to start off with. When you had fallen asleep, he was hesitant to pick his baby girl up.
But when she was looking up at him with those doe eyes, he held her against his chest, holding her gently as he sat down next to you.
He would whisper sweet things about how he was never going to let anything hurt his little girl. Never.
When you two went back to the Avengers compound, everyone instantly fell in love with Becca Barnes.
He would watch you and her constantly whenever you were together. He loved the family that he had managed to have.
So when she began to babble about nonsense, he kept trying to coerce her into saying his name first.
“Come on baby, say dada” he said as he knelt in front of the high chair, the rest of the a Avengers watched the big strong Winter Soldier being turned into a soft man by his daughter.
You chuckled, leaning against the counter as you watched Bucky. Becca babbled for a second, reaching her hands out, “Red,” she babbled out and everyone turned to look at Natasha.
“Yeah, the kid knows her auntie,” she said with a huge smile on her face as she looked at the little girl who was giggling at her fathers horrified expression.
Even despite the fact that their child’s first word was about Natasha - presumably - the kid loved her parents more than anything.
As she grew into a little two year old, she would often try to fiddle with Buckys metal arm, laughing whenever she felt the cold metal.
One day, as they watched the 7 year old Morgan play with the small toddler, Bucky leaned into his wife, kissing her gently. “I want another one,” You said and he chuckled, not even shocked because he was thinking the same thing too.
You reached out to the adoption agency and talked them through another adoption and it was your lucky day because they had just been given one.
A 4 month old boy who’s parents had tragically died in an accident and he had no other family left.
So you and Bucky leaped on the idea immediately and in only a week, you were able to give him his forever home.
James Steven Barnes. The brilliant little boy that he had been able to meet.
Becca loved her little brother already, even if they didn’t look like one another, she didn’t care and loved him more than anything else. Although she did think he was a toy for a while.
He was was more of a handful growing up. He was just as crazy as his dad, even if they weren’t biologically related, and would love to run around and cause as much chaos as possible.
Every Christmas, the four of you would go to Tonys cabin with the others and the whole Avengers compound would spend the whole Christmas together with all the kids and all the adults partying all new years eve.
Bucky was the ultimate dad. He would go to every sport with them, coaching the girls soccer team.
The other mums and dads loved that. You’d always glare slightly when the women would fawn over your husband, trying to seduce him. But he ignored that.
What he didn’t ignore was whenever James’ friends called you a hot parent. That annoyed him.
As they grew up, he wanted to remember every single thing that happened in your lives, constantly taking photos.
He was also very overprotective and constantly looked after them to make sure that everyone was okay.
So when his daughter got a boyfriend, he was very, very overprotective.
“Whos that?” Bucky asked one day after school as he stood at the door, watching as the 15 year old Becca.
“Who are you talking about dad?” She questioned back and he knew she had the same way of avoiding questions just like you.
“The boy,” he said and you tried to stop him, “Buck,”. He shook his head, “No, a boy just dropped my baby girl home from school, who is he?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and staring at her.
One that thing that girl had was the ability to stare back, the two in stalemate.
The idea that his children were growing up scared him. James was the best on his team at only 13 and Becca was one of the greatest pranksters he’d ever met, picking up too many tricks from uncle Sam.
He loved his children more than anything in the world, and that was something you loved him for as well. Because for once in his life, he’d done something good. He’d done something really good.
I hope you liked that, if you want me to add anything else - because I don’t know much about adoption - I’d be happy to fix it.
this is for a Bucky Barnes x female!reader. If anyone would like it changed to adoption instead of pregnancy or nonbinary!reader or male!reader, I can post that too. Xx
I would honestly have to say that I would die for dad!bucky
Now, in the early stages of your marriage, he’d totally see you with nieces, nephews, friends children and imagine your life together.
Like whenever you’d be at a family gathering or with Morgan or Clints kids, he would just be in a total state of awe.
Sam noticed it first, teasing his friend before Bucky finally admitted he wanted it.
The family.
The security
He wanted all of it.
So as soon as the two of you got home, he wanted to start trying for that baby, taking you to bed and not letting you go for hours.
You were just as on board, a little less than he was but just as enthusiastic, and couldn’t wait to have your own children running around the house.
Bucky would hold you in his arms, his hands brushing through your hair as you discussed the future
“Bucky,” You whispered as you leaned into his chest, feelings his hands brushing through your hair. “Yeah,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead as the two of you looked at each other.
“What would you name your child?” She asked. Bucky wasn’t expecting the question so he thought about it before answering, “Becky or Winnie, for my sister and mother. Or maybe if it was a boy, something to do with Steve. He saved me life more times than I could count,” he explained.
So when you kept getting those negative tests, every one was like a kick in the gut, like someone was telling Bucky that he wasn’t worthy of having this family.
But one morning you didn’t feel so great, and not wanting to get your hopes up, you thought it was just a flu.
Bucky, on the other hand, thought you should get a test done just in case. So you reluctantly decided to do it.
And you sobbed on the floor of the bathroom when you saw three pregnancy tests all saying the same thing.
Positive
He was overjoyed when he found out, holding you in his arms and whispering thank yous.
When you got the news officially from the doctor, you were both full of happiness and Bucky didn’t think he could love you anymore.
The entire avengers facility was full of joy when they found out that the two of you were expecting a baby, Tony instantly taking you of the rosters for missions.
Everyone was ready to be the fun uncle and aunt, Nat and Sam having constant arguments over who was the coolest out of the two of them.
At the baby shower, you didn’t really care about the gender. You just wanted them to be okay and healthy.
But Tony pushed for the party, inviting all the avengers and watching as you and Bucky popped the baloons.
When he saw the little pink ribbons falling from them, Bucky swept you up in his arms before kneeling down to kiss your stomach.
“Hey baby girl,” he whispered as his hands cradled the bump that was very obvious to everyone now, “You’re gonna be just as brave and brilliant as your mummy aren’t you?”
You couldn’t believe this, your heart filled with joy as it all became real, as everything became just as you wanted. Bucky stood up, holding your face in his hands and pulling your lips against his. “I love you,” he whispered and you chuckled, whispering it back.
Sometimes Bucky would be worried about whether he’d be a good father but you were sure that he was.
When you finally went into labour, he went into immediate dad mode and had to help you throughout all of it.
“One more push please ma'am,” the nurse asked as she knelt down, “We can see the head now,”
You just sobbed throughout it, hand clamped in bucky’s as you glared at him, the pain overwhelming. “I’m so proud of you baby, come on, just one more,” he cooed and you let out a scream.
The room was silent as they looked at the baby in the nurses arms. “Why isn’t he crying!” You asked, heart pounding in your chest as you and Bucky shared anxious looks.
But all that worry dissipated when you heard that loud crying from your baby girl who was clearly loving the drama and the stress she was putting her parents through. You just let out a sigh of relief, glad she was here.
You decided to name her Rebecca Natasha Barnes, after his sister and your best friend.
Bucky didn’t want to hold his baby girl to start off with. But when you had fallen asleep, he was hesitant to pick his baby girl up.
But when she was looking up at him with those doe eyes, he held her against his bare chest, holding her gently as he sat down next to you.
He would whisper sweet things about how he was never going to let anything hurt his little girl. Never.
When you two went back to the Avengers compound, everyone instantly fell in love with Becca Barnes.
He would watch you and her constantly whenever you were together. He loved the family that he had managed to have.
So when she began to babble about nonsense, he kept trying to coerce her into saying his name first.
“Come on baby, say dada” he said as he knelt in front of the high chair, the rest of the a Avengers watched the big strong Winter Soldier being turned into a soft man by his daughter.
You chuckled, leaning against the counter as you watched Bucky. Becca babbled for a second, reaching her hands out, “Red,” she babbled out and everyone turned to look at Natasha.
“Yeah, the kid knows her auntie,” she said with a huge smile on her face as she looked at the little girl who was giggling at her fathers horrified expression.
Even despite the fact that their child’s first word was about Natasha - presumably - the kid lived her dad more than anything.
As she grew into a little two year old, she would often try to fiddle with Buckys metal arm, laughing whenever she felt the cold metal.
One day, as they watched the 7 year old Morgan play with the small toddler, Bucky leaned into his wife, kissing her gently.
“I want another one,” You said and he chuckled, not even shocked because he was thinking the same thing too. “Lets start as soon as possible,” he whispered as he pulled you in for that bruising kiss you didn’t know you had missed.
With this pregnancy, it didn’t take as long to coercive but the actually pregnancy itself was a lot harder.
You were tired all the time and Becca was so interested in your pregnancy and it was hard to keep up with everything.
Bucky would try to keep her busy, knowing how tired you were. He presumed it was because this one had inherited more of his super soldier strength.
The Avengers loved looking after Becca whenever the two of you went to appointments and she loved spending time with them.
This time, you went into early labour and everyone freaked out, Bucky being taken away as you were rushed in for an emergency c-section.
He couldn’t stop pacing back and forth as he waited, Steve actually having to come and calm him down.
So when he was allowed in to see you, despite your tired and exhausted disposition. He was overjoyed to see you holding the baby boy against your chest.
James Steven Barnes. The brilliant little boy that he had been able to meet.
He was was more of a handful growing up. He was just as crazy as his dad and would love to run around and cause as much chaos as possible.
You couldn’t keep up with any of his super human strengths because even as a growing child, he was able to do more than any other kid in his class.
Every Christmas, the four of you would go to Tonys cabin with the others and the whole Avengers compound would spend the whole Christmas together with all the kids and all the adults partying all new years eve.
When Becca was 7 and James was 5, you hadn’t expected to see that test read positive. Not once, not twice, three times.
So when they went to the doctors and found out that you were pregnant again.
Once again, smooth sailing, the kids were delighted to have another sibling on the way but you and Bucky were sure this was the limit. Three was already a handful of children.
At least that was until you found out it was twins. Twins for heavens sake, how could this have happened?
So when the twins were born, in good health might I add, Bucky and the kids were once again overjoyed.
Grant Buchanan Barnes and his twin sister older than him by 6 minutes, Winifred Peggy Barnes.
Natasha loved Winnie instantly, knowing that this girl was going to be just like you.
“Shes so sweet,” Nat said as she held the girl in her arms, watching as the little girl reached out and grasped her hair, pulling on it, “Just as fiesty as you,”
Bucky was the ultimate dad. He would go to every sport with them, coaching the girls soccer team.
The mums lived that. You’d always glare slightly when the women would fawn over your husband, trying to seduce him.
But he ignored that. What he didn’t ignore was whenever James’ friends called you a hot mum. That annoyed him.
As they grew up, he wanted to remember every single thing that happened in your lives, constantly taking photos.
He was also very overprotective and constantly looked after them to make sure that everyone was okay.
So when his daughter got a boyfriend, he was very, very overprotective.
“Whos that?” Bucky asked one day after school as he stood at the door, watching as the 15 year old Becca.
“Who are you talking about dad?” She questioned back and he knew she had the same way of avoiding questions just like you.
“The boy,” he said and you tried to stop him, “Buck,”. He shook his head, “No, a boy just dropped my baby girl home from school, who is he?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and staring at her. One that thing that girl had was the ability to stare back, the two in stalemate.
“I’ve got homework to do,” she said before walking off, ignoring the question.
The idea that his children were growing up scared him. James was the best on his team at only 13 and the 8 year old twins were the biggest pranksters he’d ever met, picking up too many tricks from uncle Sam.
He loved his children more than anything in the world, and that was something you loved him for as well.
Because for once in his life, he’d done something good. He’d done something really good.
Yeah, that’s my first headcanon. It wasn’t supposed to be so long but yeah.
chapter summary: When Captain Barnes’ ship is taken by the Queen’s Navy, you’re helpless but to watch as the your captain is lashed at the hand of the admiral. Still unsure of your place upon his ship, you cast doubt aside and ensure that someoneprevents infection on his back, because he certainly won’t ask for help himself. (Prequel chapter)
pairings:pirate!bucky x pirate/siren!reader
chapter word count: 3k
warnings:canon level violence, descriptions of blood and wounds, angsty prequel times, tending wounds tropes, back when she only called him “captain” and “barnes”
a/n:this is abonus chapter for my series Sky Full of Song so please make sure to read the main part of the series first :)
Blood trailed down your hairline. A streak of sticky, wet crimson running from the open cut at your forehead, down your temple, and dripping to the wood of the deck in thick globs. Dirt and grime coated your skin, sweat dampening your clothing. Adrenaline pumping. Heart racing.
You would have smirked at the pristine polish of your combatant’s decorated Navy jacket, mocked him for his unearned loyalty to a greedy Queen, and relieved him of his weapon for good measure, if they hadn’t managed to bring your captain to his knees.
