Bucky-slut1 - Bucky's_doll

The shoulder length hair… I can’t stop thinking about it 💋💭

Can we talk about Sebastian in Pam and Tommy like damn how can he be so fine with all those tattoos and piercings idk just does something to me

scarlet johannson did not spend an entire decade fighting tooth and nail to make natasha into an actual character instead of the sex object writers wanted her to be while also having to endure the most vile, misogynistic questions during press tours for people to now disrespect her legacy because yelena is 'better'. the only reason why that is, is because of everything scarlet went through. natasha singlehandedly paved the way for every other female superhero in the mcu and don't you forget that

HELPPPP MY PUSSY’S GONE CRAZY

Happy Father's Day

Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Mom!Reader

Summary: a simple fathers day with your four year old daughter Maisy celebrating Bucky!

Word Count: 1.2k+

Content: ALL THE FLUFF and more fluff!

A/N: threw together this short and sweet one shot/drabble at 11pm the day before fathers day hehe hope you enjoy it

I hope you are all having a safe and happy fathers day. Whether you have a dad to celebrate with today or not you are worthy and oh so loved my bbys! <3

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Bucky had come home very late last night.

The mission he was leading had run longer than the expected forty eight hours in and out , he and the team ended up tangled in red tape and last-minute evac complications. 

By the time he finally got to go home , the world and house was already a steady quiet. The house had been dark-turned off , the soft breathing of sleep echoing faintly from the smaller bedroom down the hall. 

He barely remembered the quick shower he managed and then slowly crawled into bed. The only thing that he remembered was his pillow had never felt so welcoming and the blankets were so warm as he lifted them over the two of you, placing a soft kiss to the top of your shoulder and finally closing his heavy eyes.

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The following morning into the late morning hours , Bucky was still asleep out cold , face half-buried in the soft pillow and his brown wavy hair a tousled sprawled out mess across his face. 

The ivory curtains were still drawn tight , muting all brightness from the semi cloudy summer morning.

Downstairs , you moved quietly but swiftly around your kitchen , your daughter rested on her place on your hip , her tiny arms around your neck and curly brown hair still an uncombed nest atop her small head from deep sleep.

"What do we need next , baby girl?" you whispered , wiping your hands on the nearest tea towel.

Maisy squinted at the wooden tray sitting on the granite counter , her little face scrunched up in concentration as her tiny finger tapped her chin.

"Orange juice!,  aaaand berries."

"Good call , chef Barnes."

You placed the very final touches on the tray that contained: cheesy scrambled eggs with a slice of toast shaped like a star (thank you , cookie cutters), a little bowl of strawberries and blueberries with a dollop of whipped cream on them and , the orange juice in Bucky's favorite red mug , with a small folded paper with Maisy's bold , crayon-scrawled handwriting that said "Hap y Fath er Day! !!" complete with a red heart and what looked like a drawing of him , metal arm and all.

With your empty arm , you balanced the tray ; with the other , you carried Maisy right up padding along the stairs.

The door softly creaked open just enough for the two of you to slip quietly inside. The bedroom was still dim , peaceful. 

Bucky snoring softly inside.

You nudged the door with your foot. "Ready , Moo?"

Maisy nodded seriously , then leaned toward her dad on the bed and whispered a squeaky , hushed excitement "Hafpy Fadder's Day, Daddy."

He blinked slow and dazed. Then came a frown. A mumble and a sharp inhale.

He turned and squinted up at you both. 

And then as quickly as it frowned his face softened into that lopsided , boyish grin that he never showed anyone else but your little family.

You and your daughter were wearing matching smiles and sparkling eyes. 

Bucky stared at the pair , still foggy, and tired.

"What... day is it?" he croaked

You sat the tray on his lap gently , beaming. "Father's Day. You forgot, didn't you?"

"I..."

Maisy wriggled free and launched herself into his side , nestling against his ribs. "I made da card! I drawed us! That one's you and me and Mama and the raccoon is my stuffy!"

He rubbed a hand over his eyes, dragging it on his face , laughing under his breath.

 "God, I really did forget."

You sat beside him on th4 edge of the bed , and kissed his temple. 

"We didn’t. So eat up, soldier. You’ve got a full day ahead of you."

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The morning bleeding into the afternoon was slow and sweet. After breakfast and a hot waking shower, the three of you changed into your day outfits: Maisy and Bucky in matching dark green rain jackets , tiny pink rubber boots for her and well-worn black combat ones for him. She even had a little patch on her jacket with a red star that matched the one he had.

The rain had started as you left the house , a lazy light drizzle falling from the gray blooming sky. 

Instead of deterring you , it added a certain charm to the walk you took. The three of you headed toward the green neighborhood park , hand in hand.

Maisy skipped between you both humming a song you couldn't make out, occasionally stopping to jump in puddles , splash falling leaves , or pointing out every puppy that passed by squealing with delight. 

Bucky kept pulling out his phone to snap photos of his daughter ,  her plush cheeks puffed out in a laugh as she got water on her button nose , her arms wide pretending to fly when she saw an airplane in the sky and , the way the rain speckled on her mop of chestnut curls. All very blurry but all his.

As she tried to cross the next puddle , she stopped mid skip , pouting.

"Too big," she declared like the water itself caused her harm.

She held her arms up spinning to her dad and  Bucky didn’t hesitate , he scooped her up with ease , cradling her as if she weighed nothing at all.

"There you go ,  baby safe and dry."

"I'm not a baby , you're a baby ," she giggled , echoing his words.

"Uh oh ," you laughed, and he flashed you a grin rolling his eyes playfully.

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Back home , you decided to make a simple grilled cheese and tomato soup for lunch. The comfort food warming all three of you guys both up after the dreary walk.

 Maisy nodded off halfway through her bowl , her chin dipping into her chest as she fought sleep.

With the house briefly quiet , you cleaned up the post lunch kitchen mess , wiped the muddy footprints off the floor, and smiled to yourself at the sound of Bucky in the living room , wrestling around with blankets.

When you peeked in a few minutes later , the entire living room had transformed into a kingdom of pillows and blankets. 

A flashlight flicked on under the sheets then emitting loud giggles from within.

"...and then the dragon said, 'I’m not scary! I just wanted to make friends and share my cupcakes!'"

"Daddy , that’s silly! Dragons don’t eat cupcakes!"

"This one does. Chocolate is his favorite."

You shook your head , laughing to yourself , and left them to their story.

While you were finishing up the last of the cleaning , you heard a soft huff and a thud.

Curiously you walked back into the living room and found Maisy shoving gently at Bucky’s shoulder with a tiny grunt.

"He felled asleep right on me," she said with a yawn , curling into your arms as you picked her up from the blanket fortress. "In the middle of the dragon story."

You kissed her forehead moving away hair that fell in her face. "He's a silly daddy."

She mumbled something sleepy ,  inaudible ,  tucking her head under your chin. 

You walked to her room , tucked her in and , whispered a quiet “sweet dreams Maisy moo”

You padded barefoot back in the living room where Bucky still hadn’t moved. His large frame half in the blanket fort half out , snoring softly.

You kicked off your fluffy house slippers and crawled carefully next to him.

He shifted slightly in his sleep , arm sliding instinctively around you tight , his lips brushing your hairline.

"Mmm...love you."

AFter all these years together you still blushed at his words and whispered into his chest, "Happy Father’s Day , my love. You’re the best daddy to your daughter."

He cracked a small sleepy smile , eyes still closed.

And together , in your little makeshift shelter , you let the rainy day carry you both off to sleep.

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