A Little Calm...

Please, Call Me Bucky

Shine - Years And Years

You woke up the next morning holding each other. Everything felt different, like something had changed between you. For the good that is. Complete transparency almost. You spent the morning together, not dis-similar to how you spent the night. Eventually, you left the comfort of bed and cleared up the trail of clothes you'd left. You were due at your parents at 13:00 and your flight was early the next morning, so you ate lunch, packed and headed over.
You could tell Bucky was less nervous than he was to meet your siblings. Whether thats because he was familiar with them now or because of last night, you don't know.

When you arrive, you can already see that everyone else is there through the window. Walking up the steps, you make eye contact and wave at your mother, who jumps up to come and let you in.

Y/n
"Quick heads up about my dad, he can be a little-"

You're interrupted by your mum bursting the door open and squealing with excitement.

Y/n
"You'll figure it out."

Anne
"Y/n! Come here! How are you, my darling?"

You walk up the last step to hug her indoors. She clings onto you for dear life as Bucky closes the door behind you.

Y/n
"Hiya mum, I missed you too."

When you pull away, she holds your gaze with a massive smile across her face. Gently stroking your cheeks with her thumbs, you manage to peel her attention away to make introductions.

Y/n
"Mum, this is Bucky."

Anne
"Oh good Lord! Where are my manners? I'm Leanne, but everyone calls me Anne."

Bucky
"It's nice to meet you ma'am"

She pulls him in for a quick hug but keeps a hand on his shoulder before turning back to you.

Ann
"All the blokes are through there with the kids, your sister and I are in the kitchen. Bloody typical, the boys leave all the domestic work to us."

She jokingly laughs as your father wonders in from the living room. Without a second thought, you run to him for a hug.

Phil
"Ah, speak of the devil. Thought I heard your demonic chanting."

Y/n
"Very funny, nice to see you too dad."

Pulling away from the hug, you keep one arm round each other to face Bucky.

Phil
"You must be the strapping young lad keeping her in check."

Bucky squints slightly at his terminology before laughing and reaching forward to shake his hand.

Bucky
"Uh, Bucky, sir."

Phil
"Oh please, call me Phil! Bucky... is that short for something?"

He then unwraps his arm from you and takes hold of Bucky's outstretched arm.

Bucky
"Well my first name is James and my middle name is Buchanan, Bucky's a nickname that stuck."

Letting go of his hand, your father goes to wrap an arm over Bucky's shoulder and begins to guide him through to the living room.

Phil
"Ah, tell me James, are you a Rugby fan?"

Bucky
"Um, I never really followed it. And please, call me Bucky."

He says it with a smile as he briefly looks over his shoulder for your reassurance.

Phil
"You'll love it! It's like your American football, but with more violence and less protection."

You close your eyes and sigh as they disappear round the corner. You do a half turn towards your mother with pleading eyes.

Y/n
"I should go save him."

Anne
"Nonsense, he'll be fine. Besides, I need you to mash the spuds. It's cottage pie tonight."

You hunch your shoulders over and huph as your mother places a hand on each shoulder and pushes you through to the kitchen.

Don't - Ed Sheeran

It's only then that you're greeted by the wagging tail of your parent's dog, Taron. He's an old sheep dog so his hearing isn't the best and he smells horrific, but he's still adorable. After giving him a quick fuss, you follow your mother who's now overtaken you, through to the kitchen. Seeing your sister chopping veg, you walk up behind and give a hug.

Jaq
"Hey! Where's Bucky?"

She glanced behind you a few times to see if he's there before returning to the chopping board.

Y/n
"Dad's hijacked him. I'll give it 20 minutes before he comes looking for safety."

Jaq
"Nah don't worry, he's got the others there to act as buffers."

Still anxious of what your father is saying to him, you let go of Jaq and lean on the counter next to her. Instantly, your mother shoved a masher into your hands and points you in the direction of the potatoes on the stove.