LOOK AT HIM. I say nothing is perfect and then he comes along. And are we getting a glimpse inside of Smartie's mind?
Daddy? Sorry.
Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Word Count: Over 760
Warnings: Discussion of Bucky being d-addy. Hehe.
A/N: Stud and Smartie nonsense. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
"You know what I don't get? The 'Daddy? Sorry.' thing," you told Natasha as you waited for Bucky to join you at the cafe for lunch. It was a beautiful day to sit outside. "Is it bad that I don't get it?"
"Not bad," Natasha replied, cocking an eyebrow at you and not questioning the out of the blue topic. "But what exactly are you not getting?"
"I guess calling a guy 'Daddy'," you shrugged, adding air quotes for good measure. "I've never done it."
"So, you haven't called Bucky 'Daddy'?" she smirked.
“No, I haven’t. I just said I haven’t called anyone that,” you said, holding your chin high when her expression didn’t change.
If there was one thing you appreciated about Natasha, she never made you feel dumb or embarrassed for any candid discussions you had with her. Even when she teased you, it was all in good fun. Bucky liked that the two of you became friends, though he preferred to be your main confidant. You felt the same way about him.
“But he isn’t just anyone.”
“I know,” you smiled, glancing around to see if he arrived yet. “He’s special.”
My future husband. I just know it.
“And you’re special to him, too. Can’t have Stud without Smartie,” the redhead said as you smiled more. It was nice to hear that. “Okay. In your mind, how would you describe a Daddy?”
You snorted a bit because you couldn’t believe this was where the conversation went. Well, you brought it up. You should’ve known your friend would ask questions. She did have a way of getting people to talk.
“Besides handsome?” you asked, getting a nod in agreement. You had to think about it before you continued. “I guess someone protective and maybe a bit dominant? Not in a controlling way, but in a ‘I want to take care of you’ kind of way.”
Bucky was the most protective person you knew. It wasn’t just physically standing up for you if he felt the need to step in and defend you. He cared about your mental well-being and feelings. And while he didn’t mind you taking the lead, he was very much the more dominant of the two of you. No matter what, you knew you were his number one priority in and out of bed.
“Go on,” she urged, taking a sip as she kept her neutral gaze on you.
A small smile touched your lips as you adjusted the hoodie you were wearing. It was Bucky’s, of course. “And I guess it can be playful and affectionate, like I want to tease him. Can you imagine if I called him that in front of everyone?” you asked, giggling as you pictured a couple of expressions he might give you from hearing the nickname. “But it’s also vulnerable, in a way, because it might sound awkward if I say it and he may not like it. What matters is that I trusted him enough to say it though and he might like it.”
I trust him to tell me the truth.
“Why do you think he’d like it?”
You looked at her without an ounce of shame. “Because it's that extra bit of assurance that I’m his.”
But it also says he’s mine, right?
Natasha gave you a rare wide smile. “Sounds like you understand it just fine.”
As if he sensed the two of you were discussing him, Bucky came into view. If your friend heard you whimper, she kindly didn’t call you out on it. Maybe she was used to you gazing at Bucky Barnes like he was a work of art that you had the privilege to touch.
Your brain tried to tell your eyes to quit looking at him like a creep, but you didn’t blink. You just stared at your man and tried not to drool as you took in his tight blue sweater and pulled back hair. His stance and size screamed “power” and you suddenly wished he’d bend you over the table and take you right there. There was also a softness about him that made you want to burrow in his arms and never leave.
Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. OH. I fucking get it now. Is this a new kink unlocked? Wait, is it a kink?
“Call him ‘Daddy’ and I’ll pay for lunch,” Natasha offered as Bucky spotted you both and headed to the table.
“That’s a conversation for Daddy and I to have first,” you joked.
And knowing Bucky, he’d be happy with whatever you called him.
Ok but imagine Bucky sends you these pics? How are we responding? Cause me? I am dead on the floor.
How are we responding, lovely? What if I told you this is inspiring a ficlet with a reader over 30? Minus specific age gap fics, I usually don't state an age.
You are keeping ME feed with these wonderful gifs, lovely! 😍🥵 I appreciate you and the other wonderful lovelies out there giving my nonsense blog and fics a chance. Can't wait to share more.
I don't know how you manage to be a fully functional adult with kids and write fanfic 🤯 kudos girl kudos to you.
Your stories are beyond what my single minded brain can handle, let alone could muster up. I love the thing you've got going on with the band The VIP experience, Stud and Smartie... I love how you give nicknames to the reader and Bucky. Your mind is filled with brilliant ideas, every time I come across a post of yours pitching an idea i'm like [see gif]
I know we get excited by your ideas and stories and always end up asking for more. I, for one, enjoy the sharing thots and bouncing ideas and interacting with your blog. So when you do post a story it makes it even more enjoyable.
This is why I rarely ask blogs...this ran long.
TL;DR: Love you and your blog. keep up the good work. 😉
You are way too kind, lovely. ❤️😭 I love being a mom and wish some days I didn't have to work (my fictional haven't kidnapped me yet 😂). Writing is a great way to be expressive and creative and not just be a working mom. It's a way to still be me!
Total transparency, outside of loving to give nicknames, I don't use "y/n" in any of my fics. Never have! The nicknames just work, makes it a bit easier at times to differentiate and I love that others love them, too. 🥰
I'm also happy that you enjoy interacting, whether it's reading my crazy ramblings or chiming in on these worlds. I love making them and taking you lovelies on the journeys with me.
I appreciate you taking the time to send this. It absolutely made my day and I can't wait to share more. Love and thanks! ❤️
