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〄 mafia!bucky
puffles, Daddy: bucky comes home to find his baby extremely focused on making videogame money. 1.1k words
cozy corner: bucky makes a cozy little spot for his baby. 900 words
an afternoon with Natty and cozy corner thoughts: a day in the life of bucky's baby where natasha babysits you for an evening (plotless fluff). 1.6k words
Banjo needs a Daddy: bucky takes you stuffed animal shopping. 1.1k words
mouthed and dangerous: request! baby is trying to watch finding nemo, but bucky distracts them with tickles and kisses. 460 words
pools and kisses: bucky decides to help his baby get over their fear of the pool. 960 words
the dreaded door: you wait for bucky to finish working. 790 words
mind reader: bucky takes you to the mall and you go nonverbal. 1k words
〄 chef/baker!bucky
soup saturday: you and your favorite chef make a delicious pot of soup. 1k words
mornings and kisses: your daddy gets to sleep in with you. 360 words
baker's convention: bucky takes you to a baker's convention and you get to try new creations from his closest friends. special appearances from natasha, sam, and steve! 1.9k words
meeting dada: you're about to meet your baba's "special friend". 450 words
〄 lee bodecker
dry: you’ve had a long day at the diner and lee helps you regress at home. 400 words
doctor daddy: lee’s baby is hurting. 980 words
bodaddy: you give lee funny nicknames while he cooks dinner. 420 words
lap, please: you get pouty on a ride home with lee. 550 words
yucky: lee’s baby doesn’t want to take their medicine. 300 words
bunnies and kisses: you become obsessed with bunnies. lee tries his best to be supportive. 1.1k words
dummy: lee takes you to a party to make little friends. while you’re there, things take a turn and names get thrown around. 1.5k words
ducks and baths: request! lee’s little is in babyspace. he plays with you before giving you a bath and a bottle. 780 words
airhead: request! lee takes his frustrations out on you and accidentally calls you something mean. 1.2k words
strugglin’: lee with a little who’s struggling in school. 460 words
in the leaves: you and your daddy love playing in the leaves. 230 words
the bodeckers: lee gets a break from work and you fins a piece of your family history. 1.2k words
〄 stucky
my baby: your daddies need to learn how to share. 970 words
too much: you’ve been holding in your stress for far too long. tonight’s party pushes you past your tipping point. 1.3k words
missing baba: request! bucky comes home from a mission to find you and steve in bed already. he falls asleep on the couch. you give your sleeping baba a blankie and a kiss for sweet dreams. 1.1k words
sick dada: your dada gets sick and you don’t handle the situation very well. 900 words
apologies and kisses: steve leaves you and bucky alone for a day and your baba manages to make a mistake worthy of an apology and lots of kisses. 2.2k words
ugly shirts and caffeine crazies: request! bucky and his baby have a disagreement over a shirt. while baby runs away, they manage to drink steve’s coffee. 1.8k words
you’ll always have a place here: you have a bad dream and begin to doubt your daddies’ love for you. 1.1k words
birthday dada: you and baba surprise dada on his special day. 300 words
stinky baby: request! bucky and steve resort to mild tricks and name-calling to get you in the bath. 1k words
clingy baba: a couple times where your baba’s clinginess got the best of him. 600 words
sleeping with the fishes: your daddies take you on a trip to the aquarium. 780 words
baba face: sam gets a stuffed animal for reader that frowns like bucky! things get out of hand when the other avengers join in and buy reader way too many grumpy stuffies. 2.4K words
what’s in a name: the first time you called Bucky “Baba” and Steve “Dada”. 960 words
tiny ride: you're super tiny during the ride to the fall festival. 500 words
baby's first racecar: you go to the grocery store with your daddies. 700 words
sappy anniversary: it's your daddies' anniversary and you have a lot of surprises for them. 5.4k words
the prince and the pete: Baba is not happy with a particular person in your royal court. 1k words
the princess and the pete: Dada stands in the way of you getting a prince. 900 words
love and loss: you learn a hard lesson about the fragility of snowmen. 800 words
〄 steve rogers
why leave: steve’s baby doesn’t want him to go(part of the stucky collection!). 180 words
pete pete: steve embarrasses you on a playdate with peter. 400 words
strugglin’: steve with a reader who’s struggling in school. 272 words
〄 lloyd hansen
the greatest form of flattery: lloyd’s little finds a fake mustache. 1.3k words
〄ransom drysdale
bounces and ouches: request! ransom takes you to the trampoline park and you hurt your ankle. 21k words
A/N: Well, I had this idea this morning and it took me the whole entire day to get it down, but I'm really happy with this one!! Heads up, it gets a little spooky at one point 😮 By the way, if you haven't already, please take a chance to fill out my reader survey! Your opinions really do matter to me 💕 Also there's no taglist on this one since I'm currently working on a better system for that 😅
Popcorn was popped, poured in a big plastic bowl, and set on the coffee table in the living room. Bucky lit a pumpkin scented candle before switching off the lights and joining you on the sofa. You were wrapped tightly in an orange blanket with just your eyes peeking out, fixated on the tv. The screen was black, but the little timestamp at the bottom showed a video waiting to be played, and you were excited.
You’d asked Bucky for a Halloween movie night every single night since the start of the season, and he was happy to oblige. Movie nights meant yummy snacks, cuddles with baby, and catching up on decades of Halloween specials he’d missed. Together, you’d exhausted your way through Hocus Pocus, Nightmare Before Christmas, Halloweentown, your usual seasonal favorites. You always had so much fun introducing Bucky to new stuff, but during last night’s classic Scooby Doo marathon, he’d had an idea. Through the magic of Google and YouTube, Bucky had loaded up a playlist of vintage halloween cartoons, animated shorts he fondly remembered seeing in theaters with Steve as a kid.
“Knock knock,” Bucky tapped on your blanket cocoon, “can I come in, nugget?”
You shook your head playfully, burrowing deeper into the fabric.
“Oh really? Not even if I pay the toll?” Bucky smiled, pulling two bags of candy he’d been hiding behind him and handing them towards you.
You laughed, opening the blanket with your arms like wings, giving Bucky the opportunity to attack you with kisses.
“Oh, there’s my baby!” Bucky said, tickling your cheek with his stubble. He repositioned the blanket so that the two of you were now both wrapped in it together, and he turned to you.
“Ready to start?”
You nodded eagerly, leaning down to pick up the candy that Bucky had dropped during his kiss ambush, and he pressed play on the remote.
Skeletons danced across the screen to the music they played on their own bones. You laughed as they rearranged themselves into all sorts of silly shapes and hid behind gravestones. Bucky looked at you in awe, amazed that he had the chance - the honor - to be sitting here now with his baby, passing memories from his childhood down to you, memories that were nearly a hundred years old. There were times in his life where he never thought he’d feel any happiness again, let alone this much of it.
The Skeletons hopped back into their graves and the screen faded to black, the next cartoon in the playlist starting up immediately. Mickey Mouse fought his way against a storm to a haunted house. Bucky’s arm around your shoulder got tighter.
“Now this one really got me as a kid, I didn’t sleep for weeks. Can you believe what a scaredy-cat I was? Not a brave little kiddo like you.”
He booped your nose with a vibranium finger and you giggled as Mickey was locked into the house. You were a brave kiddo indeed, proud of your own confidence that the images on the screen can’t hurt you in real life. You only smiled as the cartoon grim reaper showed his skull face to the audience, scooping another handful of candy into your mouth.
As the night went on, you got sleepier and sleepier. The warm glow of the candle and a tummy full of candy had you drifting in and out of sleep by the last cartoon. As the credits faded to a close, Bucky looked down at you, only to find a spot of drool on his shirt next to your sleeping face; you were out cold. Bucky took the blanket off his shoulders and wrapped you up in it, lifting you up and cradling you in his arms as he carried you to your room. He lowered you onto the mattress and kissed you on the forehead, opening your blanket cocoon for a moment to insert your favorite stuffy into your arms.
“Goodnight, little pumpkin.” Bucky whispered before closing the door. He walked back into the living room, picking up the empty candy bags and dropping them into the popcorn bowl with the unpopped seeds. He dumped the bowl’s contents into the trash, and as he turned on the sink and started doing that day’s dishes, he smiled to himself. He couldn’t believe he had someone in his life who felt so safe near him that they could fall asleep on his shoulder. Even on the bad days when he didn’t think he was worthy of anybody’s love or trust, you proved him wrong without even trying.
Bucky put aside the clean dishes to dry and set off for his bedroom, planning to read a bit before going to sleep. He blew out the candle, plunging the room into complete darkness as he walked out into the hallway. When he passed by your bedroom door, he blew a kiss, blissfully unaware of what was happening inside.
You clutched the blanket tighter around your trembling body, eyes squeezed shut and face bunched up in fear. The grim reaper stood beside your bed, beckoning you to look up at its ghoulish face. It was less than a minute after you’d left your daddy’s arms that the nightmare began, and it was only getting worse. The haunting hooded figure leaned over your body, groaning your name. You tried to scream as loud as you could, but your voice was nowhere to be found. At least, not in your nightmare.
Bucky heard your whimper from the end of the hallway like a storm siren, though in reality it was much too quiet to be heard by anyone without your daddy’s supersoldier hearing and fiercely protective nature over you. He spun on his heel, nearly slipping on his socked foot.
“Baby?” He called out, not immediately wanting to wake you just in case he heard wrong, or was being dramatically overprotective as usual.
His call was met with another whimper from your bedroom, notably laced with distress. Bucky ran the length of the hallway, only needing three or four strides to reach your door. He threw the door open not knowing what to expect, and was met by you, curled in a ball in the furthest corner of your bed. He could hear you sob from under the cover of your blankets.
“Baby, it's me, it's daddy.” Bucky climbed over your mountain of stuffies to reach you, lifting up your swaddled frame and wrapping completely in his strong arms.
“You're safe now baby, daddy’s got you. I’ve always got you.” He whispered, over and over. “You’re safe. Daddy’s got you.”
Bucky had enough experiences with nightmares of his own that he knew it sometimes took a while to realize that the things you were seeing weren’t reality. He was ready to hold you in this position until the sun came up if that's what it took for you to know that everything was okay. Eventually, your little hand reached out from the blankets to grab onto Bucky’s shirt, and he took that hand in his own, running his thumb across your knuckles.
“Do you wanna talk about it, honey bunch?” He asked, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it gently.
“Sk-skeletons…” You whispered, gripping his hand.
“Oh baby, I know. They sure can be scary huh? But I’ve got you now, alright? Nothing can hurt you, I won’t let it.”
“But I was supposed to be your brave little kiddo. I’m sorry… I’m not brave… I’m just a scaredy-cat.” Your voice got quieter and quieter as you spoke, almost hoping Bucky couldn’t hear you put yourself down like that, but you knew he could.
“Well, angel, that’s just not the case.” Bucky said, looking you right in the eye as he spoke to you, words straight from his heart.
“You happen to be the bravest little bug I’ve ever met in the whole entire world.” He smiled, kissing your nose between the last three words, but your eyes stayed fearful. “Just because you were scared doesn’t mean you're not brave anymore. In fact, I think you’re even braver than me. But if you’re scared right now, that's okay. I’ll hold you until you feel safe and then I’ll hold you even longer, just to make sure.”
You reached your other arm from out of your blanket around Bucky’s firm torso, essentially clinging onto the man like a baby koala.
“That’s it, babydoll, I’m right here.”
“Will you stay here tonight?” You asked meekly.
“Of course, sugar, if that’s what you need. I’m always happy for a chance to snuggle my baby.” Bucky looked around at your bed full of stuffy mountains and pillow forts, deciding that if he wanted any sort of warmth tonight, he’d need to get his own blanket. He looked down at you, still fused to his body.
“Angel, I gotta go get some stuff from my bed, is that alright? Do you wanna come with me?” He asked, knowing you probably wouldn’t want to be left alone in your room after the night’s ordeal, not even for a little bit.
You were thinking the same thing to yourself.
“How long is it gonna take?” You ask, slowly peeling your arms from around him and reaching behind you for a stuffy.
“No more than 30 seconds, bunny, I promise you.”
You squeezed your stuffy’s hand with determination.
“Okay. I can do it. I can be brave for 30 seconds.”
“I believe in you, angel.” Bucky smiled gently lifting you off his lap and onto the bed beside him before getting up. “I’ll be back before you know it, kiddo.”Your stomach dropped for a second as he disappeared from the doorway, suddenly aware of how dark it was, and how alone you were. But your grip on your plush friend reassured you that you weren’t really alone. You were brave. You could do this. And Bucky was right, he returned before you knew it. Once he was settled beside you, you resumed your position as his baby koala, burrowing into his chest as he kissed the top of your head.
“I love you so much, my brave little one.” He whispered sleepily as the two of you drifted off together, each of you safe and secure knowing the other was there to protect you.
summary: you're feeling weally, weally small and daddy does flashcards with you ajdhsh
CWs: nothing but fluffy fluff
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"Good job, lovebug!" He shuffled through the cards. "What's this one?"
The card had an orange and white border. In the middle was a blue, red, and green fish with an orange fin on the top and bottom, and an orange tail.
You stared at the card while softly chewing a squishy whale bath toy. "Fis'." Slobber dribbled from your mouth.
Bucky wiped your drool gently with his sleeve. "Wonderful, my little smarty pants!" He pulled you in to kiss the top of your head. "Next one."
This card had a giant green turtle with a huuuuuge hump and stumpy feet. The drawing was bubbly and posed like it was smiling.
You pointed at the card and touched the green turtle. "Toetoe!"
"Turtle, yes!" If daddy was an emoji, he'd be the one with heart eyes. "My beautiful baby."
The next card he pulled had a light blue whale, with a giant head and big black eyes. The whale also had a humongous, curvy tail.
You bounced your legs in excitement and shook your tightly curled fists. "Spash!" you exclaimed. "He go spash! Da whale."
"Amazing, chunky monkey! He does go splash." He put his hands together, thumbs interlocked, and fingers slightly curled inward. "He jumps up and goes whooooosh into the water." His whale tail changed into a wave motion and led to you getting tickle attacked!
The next card had an animal with four legs and whiskers. They were orange with stripes and had a skinny, long tail.
"Meow." you pointed at the cartoon cat.
Bucky giggled. "Yeah, the cat does say meow, good job!" He ruffled your hair. "I think that's enough for today."
You hummed.
"Always remember, little one, you are smart. You are talented. And you are good."
You basked in his praise, with twinkly eyes and a large grin. Your bath toy was still gripped in your hand. Daddy was right, you are a good, good baby.
Would you be able to write a fic about Bucky and a little reader who’s really short and he keeps catching her climbing up on things to get things that are too high up for her? Thank you in advance!
A Little Too High | cg!Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader
pairings: cg!Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader
summary: No matter how often Bucky tells you not to climb on things, you just can’t help it when everything is too high!
warnings: Age regression/CG themes (SFW), fluff, mild scolding, Bucky being overprotective in the softest way, reader climbing on things (but no injuries)
a/n: Ahh, this is adorable! I can imagine bucky's reaction is like the gif every time he catches you climbing up on things but he do got that built-in supersoldier instinct to catch you if you were to ever fall.
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Bucky had lost count of how many times he’d told you not to climb up on things.
But did you listen to him?
No.
Which is why, when he walked into the kitchen and saw you perched precariously on the counter, reaching out on your tippy toes to grasp at the jar placed on the top shelf, he let out a long sigh.
“Doll,” he said, crossing his arms as leaned against the doorway.
You froze.
Slowly, you turned your head, putting on your best innocent wide eyed look.
“Hi, daddy.”
“Hi, Doll,” he echoed back to you, raising an eyebrow. “Watcha doin’ all the way up there?”
“…nothing?”
He huffed what you could tell to be a laugh as he shook his head, crossing the room in two strides towards you. Before you could even think about working your way down, his strong hands had wrapped themselves around your waist, lifting you off of the counter effortlessly and setting you firmly back onto the floor.
“You know”, he started, ruffling your hair, “there’s this crazy new invention called asking for help.”
You pouted. “But dada, I’m big enough to do it myself.
Bucky sighed, crouching so you were eye to eye. “Sweetheart, I know you’re a big girl but it’s not safe.” His voice softened as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “I don’t want to see you get hurt, okay?”
You nodded, a guilty feeling bubbling in your tummy. “…okay.”
“Good girl, he murmured, pecking a kiss to your check before standing. “Now, what were you tryin’ to get?”
“Cookies!”
Bucky smirked. “Yeah, figures.” He reached up easily, grabbing the box and handing it to you. “Next time, just ask, yeah?”
You beamed, hugging the box of cookies close to your chest “Thank you dada!” You yelled running back into your bedroom.
Bucky chuckled.
Of course, that didn’t stop you from trying again the next day.
Afternoons with your dada when he wasn’t busy were usually slow - but that was everything you and him both loved them to be.
This afternoon in particular had been full of your soft, slow, heaviness of sleep. Just enough where you would still fight off the suggestion of a nap and stubbornly stay up for about an hour more - just in spite of your dada. That didn’t mean no cuddles though. Because snuggly cuddled to the side of Bucky, was you - arms wrapped around him, legs over his lap. Where you had personally taken it upon yourself to decide this day was one that dada was going to hold you - and hold you - and hold you.
As you tightened your hold on him, Bucky’s arm immediately came round you - pulling you the rest of the way on him, your face cuddling in his broad chest now.
“There you go. Just needed dada today, hm? That’s all…” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your settling head, moving the hair from your forehead. “You okay?” He asked, turning his head just slightly to see your eyes. Most of him knew you probably were, and just especially clingy today - but he’d always ask - just in case. You nodded, as he expected.
“Okay, babydoll.. just making sure.” he said softly.
Bucky’s thumb brushed softly against your cheek. “You sleepy, bubba?” You responded with a shake of your head. “Okay.. we’re not sleepy.” He leaned his forehead lightly against yours for a moment, before adjusting his hold on you - lifting you up as he himself stood, guiding your head on his shoulder.
“where goin?” you mumbled curiously, lifting your head and clutching his shirt subconsciously.
“We’re not goin anywhere, babydoll. Just walkin” He murmured, guiding your head back down. It was the oldest trick in the book to get you to nap without much fuss, but it wouldn’t be much of a trick if you knew about it.
He paced around, lighting bouncing you as he did, gently patting your back - his cheek pressed lovingly to the side of your head.
“m’not sleepy” you huffed with a bit of a whine, despite the now frequent rubbing of your eyes. Bucky pulled your fist away, not wanting you to irritate yourself. “shhh, i know - i know..” he murmured, hugging you closer to him as he started to hum a low toned tune near your ear.
Finally, as he paced around, as the repetitive movement against your back soothed you - you began to drift off.
And you finally fell asleep.
Bucky smiled warmly, looking at your now sleeping face. He smoothed your furrowed eyebrows, kissing your forehead lightly.
“I love you, baby. So much. Dada’ll be right here when you wake up. Right here..”
You tried to adjust your eyes to the new, brightly lit room. The night before slowly but surely made its way back to your memory. Bucky had been holding you, sitting upright against the bed frame as he told you a silly story about days when he was younger. His thumb had been tracing your temple till you eventually succumbed to the sleep you’d been fighting for minutes.
Now it was the morning. You began to blink away the daze of sleep you had earlier been in. Just when you were about to whimper or whine for Bucky - he could be seen slowly approaching, eyes loving, shining with that warm expression he always seemed to wear when you first woke up. He was always loving, warm, and gentle - but when you first woke up? It was something even softer.
"Is my baby doll up, now?" he asked in the gentlest voice he could muster, making his way to you finally. You put your arms out immediately, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
“dada” you said - so quietly he almost didn’t catch it. But he did.
“Baby” he responded back in a way that mimicked yours, watching you fondly as you swayed slightly from sleep, hair tousled.
He lifted you up as soon as he got close enough, hoisting you in his lap as he settled to sit at the end of the bed.
And before he knew it, your face was tucked into his neck, arms hung loosely around his shoulders. He could feel the softness of your breathing against his neck, and he knew if he stayed still here for even a moment longer, you’d be asleep again.
“Baby, eyes open, okay? It’s morning time, we’re up, remember?” Bucky murmured as he bounced you just slightly, pressing a kiss to your temple. He knew if he let you sleep in now, there’d be no chance of a nap later. You responded with a small grumble, but begrudgingly opened your eyes - still pressing your cheek against his shoulder.
He expected you to stay awake? He smelled like that special cologne that was singled to dada, had the strongest arms in the world, and the warmest shirt that was impossible not to cuddle into. This must’ve been a trick of sorts.
“There’s those pretty eyes” he said with a scrunch of his nose - making a silly smile at your now wide, yet tired eyes.
You tried to look grumpy, you really did - but before you knew it, a small smile escaped one side of your lips, and then the other.
“dada’s silly” you giggled as he raised one eyebrow - squinting his eyes at you playfully.
“yeah dada is pretty silly isn’t he?” he asked rhetorically, tone warm - leaning in to kiss your forehead. “and he loves you. so so much”
The rest of the morning was slow, started with cuddly warm cuddles on the couch, and ended in the same way - Bucky lied across it with you on his chest, both of you fast asleep as cartoons became background noise.
[image ID: a collage on a light blue background. the middle has a photo of Sebastian Stan putting a stuffed bear into his jacket. there are two stuffed grey cats on either side of him. /.end ID]
18+
masterlist
wc: ~1120
warnings: fluff. "daddy" or "dada" is used like every other sentence😶 I could not help myself
a/n: i hope you guys like this one! i've been working on it off and on for over a month now. my next fic will be with chef!daddy!bucky so keep an eye out for that!
pairing: mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader
summary: Bucky takes you stuffed animal shopping
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“And sometimes Natty comes over and she needs a stuffy too but if Stevie and Sammie are here first then she has less stuffies to pick from and that’s not fair! And sometimes I have a tea party and a business meeting at the same time so I need twice as many stuffies that day and then after it I get so tired and I wanna sleep in my cozy corner but then there’s not enough stuffies in the corner because of the meeting and the party and I’m too tired to put them back so I need more stuffies, right Daddy?”
You were in the midst of convincing Bucky to let you buy more stuffed animals. He knew the second you opened your mouth and gave him those pleading eyes that he’d say yes to anything. Ordering takeout? He’d love to. New clothes? Of course. A new TV? Why not, you’ve been very good lately. A vacation? His employees are readying the beach house as you speak.
He almost laughed when he realized all you wanted was a few more stuffed animals. Your little heart wasn’t used to being so spoiled. You were ready to beg and do anything for some new fuzzy friends. Bucky thought you were so cute. His instinct was to tell you you could have whatever you wanted, but he chose to rest a hand on his chin and pretend to think about it some more. He couldn’t resist your adorable rambles and the way you so sweetly clung to his arm as you told him why you absolutely needed more plushies.
Rant now over, you scrambled your mind thinking of any reasons you might’ve missed. Bucky loved watching you as you did anything, but this moment was particularly good. He was standing at the front door, having just come home when you greeted him with a hug and a kiss and wasted no time before you started asking him for more stuffies. You held onto his bicep with both arms as if him taking a step away from you meant that you wouldn’t get your prize. Your eyes were wide, your lips pouted, and your whole body was leaning toward him, trapping him with your cuteness.
He was proud of how brave you’d gotten as your little self. You were comfortable around his friends, you knew you could ask him for anything, and you started being more adventurous. He could sense the latter by the stray leaves and grass stains on your clothes. He told you you had free reign over the house, but you had stuck to the two bedrooms you liked and the living spaces until today. Your skin even had a gentle glow from the sun; you were happy. Bucky felt endlessly fulfilled getting to see this side of you.
“Okay, Baby, Daddy’ll get you your stuffies- but” he said, quieting your squeals. “What does Daddy get in return?”
You stopped bouncing on your feet for a moment. “A hundred million kisses!”
Bucky laughed, “Sounds like a good deal to me, Angel. Why don’t you start paying up now?”
You giggled and held his face with both hands, allowing you to bring his head down and smother him with kisses.
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Bucky pulled up to your favorite toy store, parked the car, and placed a hand over yours to get your attention. “Now, Angel. What are our rules for going into a store?”
“Always stay next to Daddy, don’t talk to strangers, no bein’ fussy, and say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ and ‘excuse me’!”
“Good, baby. You make Daddy proud when you listen.” Bucky patted your knee before getting out of the car and opening your door and seatbelt for you.
You held his hand as you skipped to the shop. Then, something in the display caught your attention and you tugged Bucky by the sleeve to get a closer look.
“Daddy! Daddy! Look at all the stuffies!” You pressed your face so close to the window, your nose was nearly touching the glass. “And they all hab clothes and hats a- and shoes.”
The excitement and toys were pushing you further into little space. You were so distracted by the display that you didn’t notice the heart eyes Bucky was now sporting for you. He loved seeing you so happy and carefree.
“C’mon, Angel let’s get inside and you can find even more stuffies!”
You squealed and trotted into the shop as Bucky held open the door for you. While shopping, you insisted on looking at every single shelf, because every stuffie deserved to get a fair chance at being the one you brought home. Bucky was more than happy to indulge you. You’d seen nearly every corner of the shop when a small, grey stuffed cat caught your attention.
“Dada,” you gasped.
“Yes, Angel?”
“Dis one, pease.”
Bucky saw what you were looking at and carefully plucked the grey cat from the shelf so you could get a closer look. With the plushie still in your Daddy’s hands, you inspected its fur and facial features.
“‘s perfect,” you whispered, still in awe. The small cat was delightfully soft and had a nice, round belly.
Bucky let you toy with the plush for a few more minutes before speaking up. “You ready to take this new friend home, Sweetheart? You gotta name them and introduce them to your other stuffies before bedtime.”
You snapped out of your trance. “Oh yeah! Kitty already has name though.”
Bucky raised his eyebrows. “Already? You came up with a name that fast, Angel?”
You were still a little distracted, answering his question while stroking the plush’s fur. “Yeah ‘s Banjo. Banjo the kitty.”
“That’s a beautiful name, Baby. Let’s go to the register now, okay?”
You nodded and followed Bucky back to the checkout section. On the way there, something in the corner of your eye caused you to stop suddenly. Bucky was holding your hand and paused when you did.
“You alright, Sweetheart?”
You pointed to the shelf on your right. It was full of grey cat plushies that were bigger than your Banjo.
“Can I hab one?”
“Sure, Angel. You wanna get a bigger Banjo instead?”
“No, want two kitties pease.”
Bucky failed to hold back a smile. He was so proud of his baby for telling him what they wanted and for asking him so politely.
“Anything for you,” he said, kissing the top of your head. He took one of the cats from the shelf and let you inspect it. “You sure you want another grey cat, Angel? This store has a lot of other animals in different colors.”
“Has to be grey kitty, Dada. Banjo needs a Daddy.”
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[image ID: a collage on a light blue background. the middle has a photo of Sebastian Stan putting a stuffed bear into his jacket. there are two stuffed grey cats on either side of him. /.end ID]
18+
masterlist
wc: ~1120
warnings: fluff. "daddy" or "dada" is used like every other sentence😶 I could not help myself
a/n: i hope you guys like this one! i've been working on it off and on for over a month now. my next fic will be with chef!daddy!bucky so keep an eye out for that!
pairing: mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader
summary: Bucky takes you stuffed animal shopping
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“And sometimes Natty comes over and she needs a stuffy too but if Stevie and Sammie are here first then she has less stuffies to pick from and that’s not fair! And sometimes I have a tea party and a business meeting at the same time so I need twice as many stuffies that day and then after it I get so tired and I wanna sleep in my cozy corner but then there’s not enough stuffies in the corner because of the meeting and the party and I’m too tired to put them back so I need more stuffies, right Daddy?”
You were in the midst of convincing Bucky to let you buy more stuffed animals. He knew the second you opened your mouth and gave him those pleading eyes that he’d say yes to anything. Ordering takeout? He’d love to. New clothes? Of course. A new TV? Why not, you’ve been very good lately. A vacation? His employees are readying the beach house as you speak.
He almost laughed when he realized all you wanted was a few more stuffed animals. Your little heart wasn’t used to being so spoiled. You were ready to beg and do anything for some new fuzzy friends. Bucky thought you were so cute. His instinct was to tell you you could have whatever you wanted, but he chose to rest a hand on his chin and pretend to think about it some more. He couldn’t resist your adorable rambles and the way you so sweetly clung to his arm as you told him why you absolutely needed more plushies.
Rant now over, you scrambled your mind thinking of any reasons you might’ve missed. Bucky loved watching you as you did anything, but this moment was particularly good. He was standing at the front door, having just come home when you greeted him with a hug and a kiss and wasted no time before you started asking him for more stuffies. You held onto his bicep with both arms as if him taking a step away from you meant that you wouldn’t get your prize. Your eyes were wide, your lips pouted, and your whole body was leaning toward him, trapping him with your cuteness.
He was proud of how brave you’d gotten as your little self. You were comfortable around his friends, you knew you could ask him for anything, and you started being more adventurous. He could sense the latter by the stray leaves and grass stains on your clothes. He told you you had free reign over the house, but you had stuck to the two bedrooms you liked and the living spaces until today. Your skin even had a gentle glow from the sun; you were happy. Bucky felt endlessly fulfilled getting to see this side of you.
“Okay, Baby, Daddy’ll get you your stuffies- but” he said, quieting your squeals. “What does Daddy get in return?”
You stopped bouncing on your feet for a moment. “A hundred million kisses!”
Bucky laughed, “Sounds like a good deal to me, Angel. Why don’t you start paying up now?”
You giggled and held his face with both hands, allowing you to bring his head down and smother him with kisses.
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Bucky pulled up to your favorite toy store, parked the car, and placed a hand over yours to get your attention. “Now, Angel. What are our rules for going into a store?”
“Always stay next to Daddy, don’t talk to strangers, no bein’ fussy, and say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ and ‘excuse me’!”
“Good, baby. You make Daddy proud when you listen.” Bucky patted your knee before getting out of the car and opening your door and seatbelt for you.
You held his hand as you skipped to the shop. Then, something in the display caught your attention and you tugged Bucky by the sleeve to get a closer look.
“Daddy! Daddy! Look at all the stuffies!” You pressed your face so close to the window, your nose was nearly touching the glass. “And they all hab clothes and hats a- and shoes.”
The excitement and toys were pushing you further into little space. You were so distracted by the display that you didn’t notice the heart eyes Bucky was now sporting for you. He loved seeing you so happy and carefree.
“C’mon, Angel let’s get inside and you can find even more stuffies!”
You squealed and trotted into the shop as Bucky held open the door for you. While shopping, you insisted on looking at every single shelf, because every stuffie deserved to get a fair chance at being the one you brought home. Bucky was more than happy to indulge you. You’d seen nearly every corner of the shop when a small, grey stuffed cat caught your attention.
“Dada,” you gasped.
“Yes, Angel?”
“Dis one, pease.”
Bucky saw what you were looking at and carefully plucked the grey cat from the shelf so you could get a closer look. With the plushie still in your Daddy’s hands, you inspected its fur and facial features.
“‘s perfect,” you whispered, still in awe. The small cat was delightfully soft and had a nice, round belly.
Bucky let you toy with the plush for a few more minutes before speaking up. “You ready to take this new friend home, Sweetheart? You gotta name them and introduce them to your other stuffies before bedtime.”
You snapped out of your trance. “Oh yeah! Kitty already has name though.”
Bucky raised his eyebrows. “Already? You came up with a name that fast, Angel?”
You were still a little distracted, answering his question while stroking the plush’s fur. “Yeah ‘s Banjo. Banjo the kitty.”
“That’s a beautiful name, Baby. Let’s go to the register now, okay?”
You nodded and followed Bucky back to the checkout section. On the way there, something in the corner of your eye caused you to stop suddenly. Bucky was holding your hand and paused when you did.
“You alright, Sweetheart?”
You pointed to the shelf on your right. It was full of grey cat plushies that were bigger than your Banjo.
“Can I hab one?”
“Sure, Angel. You wanna get a bigger Banjo instead?”
“No, want two kitties pease.”
Bucky failed to hold back a smile. He was so proud of his baby for telling him what they wanted and for asking him so politely.
“Anything for you,” he said, kissing the top of your head. He took one of the cats from the shelf and let you inspect it. “You sure you want another grey cat, Angel? This store has a lot of other animals in different colors.”
“Has to be grey kitty, Dada. Banjo needs a Daddy.”
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summary: what started off as a grumpy morning leads to cuddles with daddy; he always makes it better.
Steve knew it well, how the day would usually go when you woke up quiet. He didn’t like to jump to conclusions, but that face you made, that scrunched face you’d make when he’d tend to you was all but prevalent this morning.
He’d woken you up slow, just like he always did. He rubbed your back quietly, softly humming some old tune he couldn’t quite remember the lyrics to. “Baby.. it’s time to get up now,” He murmured as soon as he saw your eyelashes flutter. It was in that loving daddy tone that usually earned him some grabby hands.
But not today. Today you simply fisted your eyes and snuggled your face deeper in the mattress - your pillow long discarded in your mess of sleep. Steve almost would’ve teased you about it, said something to make you giggle before he’d tickle your sides lightly, but part of him knew it wasn’t the day for that. He always knew. Maybe part of you wanted him to know. Little did you know, all of him knew that you wanted him to know.
“I know, sweetheart. But it’s almost bright out, don’t you wanna watch the sunrise?” He asked as he carded his callused fingers through your hair. Steve had a habit of taking you near the window, holding you in his lap while he had his second cup of morning coffee - both of you would watch the sunrise. Well, he would watch the sunrise, you usually dozed off on his shoulder.
You fussed, just quietly, but Steve heard the light grumble. That confirmed his suspicions.
“One of those days, huh? Daddy’s understands. He has em’ too. Did you have a not so nice dream?” He asked softly, not wanting to barrage you with questions, but the daddy in him wanting a problem so he could find a solution.
You responded with a shake of your head. Steve turned his head at you a bit, almost like he was trying to read your mind.
“Well how about I get you a bottle, hm? Same place as always - before it gets all bright out. Sound good?” He smiled faintly, that smile that told you he knew it was an icky day - but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still the same old daddy.
Finally, after a few moments, you put your arms out a bit - and not a second later Steve lifted you up. “There you are, my love. You wanna take your teddy?”
“S’name’s Liam, daddy.” you reminded Steve in a mumble as your fingers tried to find their way to your mouth. Steve couldn’t help but smile at the fact your first uttered words today were those of correction.
“I know, his name is Liam, bubba. I didn’t forget.” He murmured as he kissed your forehead, already switching out your fingers for the pacifier that was previously in his pocket. “How’s that instead, hm? Fingers are icky” He scrunched his nose and leaned his to touch your own playfully, earning him the faintest smile from you. “There’s that smile.” He whispered - with that grin - that soft and silly grin you swore single handedly belonged to your daddy.
Steve took you into the kitchen, where he had you balanced on his hip as he poured his second cup of coffee. He took out a pre made bottle from the fridge, placing it in the microwave. As the seconds ticked off, and as you patiently awaited your warm milk, Steve lightly and absently bounced you in his arms.
Steve opened the microwave just before it dinged those four times, it was in the little things he showed curtesy for you - especially for your overwhelmed and sleepy ears.
He balanced your bottle in one hand and his cup of coffee in his other. All whilst holding you snuggly in the crook of his arm - it was times like these you were reminded that your daddy was a super hero.
He settled you in a more comfy position against his chest as he sat down, facing the now rising sun through the glowing window. “Alright, do you want daddy to do it?” He asked with a tilt of his head as he showed you the teat of the bottle - his cup of coffee long forgotten on the small table beside the recliner. He knew you needed him.
You pointed to him, “Daddy..” was all he could make out from your muffled words behind your pacifier. He smiled softly as he pulled your pacifier out, setting it on the same side table. He smoothed down your hair lovingly before leading the bottle to your lips.
As you started to drink Steve gazed down at you with a smile, his thumb tracing your cheek. “You know daddy loves you?” And you only stared up at him - but he didn’t mind, it was his favorite thing in the world when those big eyes of yours were on him. “We’re gonna have a good day.”
Suddenly the morning wasn’t as gloomy. That’s what you were always reminded of by Steve - nothing ever had to be gloomy for long. Because you would always have his arms. And that was the safest place to be.
