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request if open; daddy!bucky had a bad day and little!reader is just trying to comfort him but he accidently lashes out and yells at her/pushes her and immediately feels guilty but she regresses even more into her little space and is scared of him, you can kinda play around w this and figure out how it ends! xx
Pairing: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader
Word Count: 3,423 (you know you love me)
Warnings: ddlg dynamics, yelling, harsh treatment, crying, angst turned fluff?
A/N: thank you so much for sending this in, nonnie. i took your request and ran with it to angst land. Hope you enjoy xxđ
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âDada,â
She could see Buckyâs frown, the lines on his forehead wrinkling his handsome face up. She knew it meant he was upset and she never wanted Daddy to be upset. She knew he never left her upset.
Buckyâs been looking like that since he walked through the mansion door that morning, barely acknowledging her when she greeted him. He almost forgot to give her her welcome-home kiss even.
âNot now, angel,â Bucky murmured, proceeding to flip through the papers covering his desk, huffing and puffing every now and then at the mess he was stuck trying to fix.
âWanna show you somethinâ,â she whispered, biting back a smile.
âLater, angel. Iâm busy right now.â
He regretted telling her to come in. He shouldâve known sheâd be nothing but a distraction.
âDada, jusâ take one look,â she bounced on her feet before slipping a neat sheet of paper on top of Buckyâs desk, momentarily blocking his view of the contracts he was angrily staring at. Now that made Bucky mad.
âI said I was busy!â Bucky shouted as his head snapped to her, his hand slamming down on the paper without even seeing it, blindly crumpling it and throwing it on the floor at her feet. She flinched at the sudden outburst, taking a step back.
âDada,â tears filled her eyes as she looked at her discarded paper. Bucky just broke her heart.
âWhy donât you ever listen!â Bucky grabbed her arm tighter than usual, pulling her back to him, âHow many times do I need to repeat the words for you to understand! I said not now, didnât I?!â He let go of her arm with more force than heâd intended, making her stumble a little.
She was terrified now. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked at Bucky with wide eyes. He has never lashed out on her like that, not even when she was big. She was scared. As her breath picked up, she wished sheâd never left her playroom.
âGet out and donât step into this office again until I tell you you can, you hear me?â Bucky growled, oblivious to the signs of regression and horror showing on her face.
Her quick nods set off no alarms in his head as he watched her run out of his office.
Bucky felt bad about taking his anger out on her the second she fled the room. He flopped back down with a huff, flipping through the contracts again and again with no focus. He threw them down carelessly, running his fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots in frustration.
Cracking his hurting neck, Bucky regretted raising his voice at her. He couldnât see the words on the contracts; her teary eyes flashing through his mind every time he tried reading.
Why did he have to yell? He couldâve just looked at her paper. She was likely trying to show him a drawing. Why couldnât he just go with it? Heâs sworn heâd never let anybody hurt his angel and then he goes and does this?
Bucky was ashamed. What kind of Daddy was he if he treated his little like that? It was no excuse that he was still getting used to being a Daddy. Bucky knew that wasnât how a man should treat his girl.
He bowed forward, picking up the balled paper by his desk. He carefully straightened it, deciding to fix his angelâs damaged drawing and make it up to her.
Only it wasnât a drawing; the paper was a handwritten Daddy-Angel contract. It even had colourful flowers, bees and butterflies decorating the paper and everything.
She was probably trying to play office with him; probably just wanted Bucky to pretend he was signing her paper too.
A sad smile spread across Buckyâs lips as he read the paper. The contract stated that
- Dada will smile
- Dada will not be angry no more
- Dada will let me sit on his lap (will be quiet pp)
- Dada will play with me after work
Dada: âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ..
The paper ended with a free space for Bucky to sign in case of agreement to the âtermsâ.
There were a lot of moments where Bucky wished he could turn back time, but not being able to do so in this very moment seemed to torture him the most. He was an asshole.
She just wanted him to calm down. She respected that he was working and she wasnât trying to interrupt, she merely wanted him to smile. She even pinky promised to sit quietly in his lap.
Bucky has messed up and it was for nothing because the damage to his work has already been done. He shouted at her like she was responsible when she was just trying to help him feel better.
Bucky got his pen out of his pocket, signing the empty place by his name, remorsefully sighing at his utter stupidity.
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âAngel,â Bucky called, knocking on the door before opening it.
She wasnât in her playroom, but Bucky could see her round table full of similar papers to the one he had folded in his pocket.
Sheâs made at least 6 of these âcontractsâ, some of them were written in different colours or had spelling mistakes.
Sheâd obviously worked hard until she settled on the paper to give him and he ended up throwing it on the floor.
Buckyâs hand rubbed his face, frustrated at himself and his lack of control. An asshole was what he was. An asshole.
âAngel, where are you, baby?â Bucky sighed, opening the bedroom door to see her sitting, hugging her knees on the large bed.
She looked too tiny bundled up like that and her muffled sniffles punched at Buckyâs heart.
âAngel.â
She only lifted her head up when she felt the bed dip under Buckyâs weight and panic flashed over her delicate features.
âBaby, donât cry,â Bucky said, his hand instinctively moving to wipe her tears only to have her flinch back, squeezing her eyes shut as if she was awaiting a blow.
Buckyâs heart stopped beating for a second when he realized what had just happened.
She was scared of him. His angel had flinched away from his touch. A huge lump formed in Buckyâs throat as she opened her eyes again, âangel?â
âPlease donâ hurt me. Wonâ come to the office. Wonâ leave the room.â She shook her head and sobbed, scurrying back on the bed and away from Bucky.
This pained Bucky more than any punishment he thought he deserved. The look on her face was enough for him to want the walls to open up and swallow him.
âAngel, I would never hurt you. You know that.â Bucky whispered, sniffing back the tears about to spill down his bearded cheeks.
He needed to hear her say she did. He needed to know she knew Bucky could never hurt her.
She looked from Bucky to her left arm where his metal hand had grabbed her earlier. His fingers had left a mark around her arm. The skin was still pulsing as if his hold on her never loosened.
It was too late and it didnât matter what he said because heâd already hurt her and the evidence was on her body.
Buckyâs mouth opened and closed as he swallowed again. He didnât know what to say. He was supposed to be the one protecting her, not the one hurting her. How could he do such a thing to his angel?
âOh, baby,â he breathed, shaking his head regretfully before trying to get closer to her.
Her instant reaction was to crawl back further and Buckyâs heart sank to his stomach. He felt his soul leaving his body when he looked her in the eyes and saw fear.
A tear betrayed him, falling down, gliding by his lips. Bucky wiped it away quickly, sniffing and clearing his throat.
âI signed your contract, angel.â Bucky got the paper out of his pocket, opening it and putting it on the bed for her to see.
Her eyes looked down and more tears left them at the sight of her once fine work now ruined.
âIâm so sorry, angel. Daddy was bad, baby. Iâm sorry,â Bucky pleaded, his fingers reaching out for hers.
She pulled her hand away quickly, hiding it behind her back and Bucky knew he had really messed up. It was no use trying.
She was scared of him. His touch frightened her and was no longer a symbol of comfort to her.
He took his hand away, straightening his back and getting off the bed.
âI-Iâll see you at lunch then.â Bucky sniffed again.
âAnd angel?â he called from the door, getting her attention.
âThank you for caring for daddy. I love you.â Bucky has never heard his voice as weak as he did in that moment and he felt even worse when she didnât say it back.
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When the table was set and Bucky came out of his office to find her chair empty, another lump was quick to form in his throat.
He wasnât even hungry. He had no appetite to eat; he just wanted to see her but didnât have the guts to peek into their bedroom again.
âAngel?â Bucky was ready to knock on the bedroom door but it was already open.
He carefully pushed it and took a look inside to find the bed empty. He tried not to freak out as he knocked the en suite bathroom door and got no answer. When he opened it, she wasnât there either.
Bucky could hear his own blood pumping in his ears because she was no where to be found in her playroom as well.
She left. She left him and she had every right to. How could he lose her? How could he lose the one good thing in his life?
Tears distorted Buckyâs vision as his hand clutched the side of the door. His heart clenched at the thought of never seeing her again, never hearing her sweet voice call for him again; never getting to smell her on his pillow again.
The sound of her feet padding on the floor behind him pulled Bucky out of his head and he thought heâd imagined it for a second. He turned around and she froze when his eyes fell on her.
She shifted on her feet, hiding one behind the other and internally hoping Bucky wouldnât notice she was roaming around with bare feet when heâd specifically asked her not to before.
That was the last of Buckyâs concerns at the moment though. He was just relieved she didnât leave him even if he deserved it.
âWhere were you, angel?â the tenderness of Buckyâs tone let her know he wasnât mad at her for walking around shoeless.
âCouldnâ finâ PinePine,â she replied softly, referring to the white feline, ââs lunch time.â Her eyes remained fixed on her feet as she avoided Buckyâs.
He was secretly thankful for that, not wanting her to see him in tears twice in the same day.
She was so pure; so caring and loving to everyone around. Bucky found himself slightly jealous of his own cat for a second there.
âWhere did you find, PinePine?â He asked calmly, just wanting to hear her speak to him.
âDownstairs,â she answered shortly, leaving Bucky disappointed.
âLetâs go then. The tableâs set.â Bucky smiled, hesitantly offering her his hand.
She stood unmoving for a few seconds, eyes still casted down, before she decided to hold onto Buckyâs pointer.
He sighed, knowing she was still scared but didnât want to reject him. She was so sweet on him even when he least deserved it.
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When lunch was over, Bucky let her know she could come to the office whenever she wanted, although he doubted she would. She gave a small nod before running back to the other room as Bucky shouted an âIâll get back to work then.â behind her.
He didnât actually get back to work. He couldnât focus. He couldnât think of anything but the way she pulled away from his touch every single time he tried to come near her, or the way she forced herself to hold one of his fingers as they walked less than 10 steps together to the dining room. She'd even begged him not to hurt her earlier.
How did he let himself fuck up so bad? When did they get there? What was he going to do now? How does one get forgiven after being this awful?
A lamp lit above the mafia bossâ head and he grabbed a clean sheet of paper before he could lose the idea.
Bucky was going to write his angel a contract. A pardon contract.
His Daddy-Angel 2.0 contract stated that:
- Angel will forgive Daddy
- Angel will not be sad with Daddy no more
- Angel will sit on Daddyâs lap (even if she doesnât wanna be quiet)
- Angel will play with Daddy after work if she still wants to
Angel: âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ.
Bucky sighed as he tried to draw anything other than sloppy hearts in the empty places around the words to decorate the paper but he was terrible at this. He was desperately in need of his angelâs forgiveness though so he scratched his beard and kept working.
Bucky needed to know she wasnât actually scared of him; not her. Anyone but her. He wouldnât be able to take it. He wouldnât be able to ever tolerate himself if she didnât forgive him.
Buckyâs tongue was hanging outside the side of his mouth as he drew another birdie on the bottom of the contract. It didnât really look like a bird, unless of course that bird was struck by lightning a hundred times before, but Bucky thought it would do. After all, he was no artist. He didnât draw. He didnât deal with colours; he dealt with weapons. His hands were rough for a reason. But he would do anything for his angel. Anything to win her over again.
A knock on his door cut off his focus and Bucky groaned.
âCome in.â
He felt sorry for whoever had the bad luck of interrupting him during his contract-making, ready to yell at someone.
Bucky looked up from his desk when he didnât hear anyone speaking, and his face has never softened so fast.
It was his girl whoâd come into the office. She had her folded contract in her hand and her eyes were looking kind of puffy from crying.
Bucky just stared at her in remorse, pushing his chair back a bit as he watched her walk closer to his seat.
He wanted to tell her he was sorry. He was so sorry. Heâs never been sorrier in his life. He wanted nothing more than to take every word and every harsh touch back.
She stood there for a second, waiting to see if Bucky was going to kick her out this time too. When he didnât, she rounded the desk and stopped by Buckyâs chair.
Bucky remained speechless, not wanting to scare her away again. She came to him. She came on her own. Unless she came to throw the contract in his face and break up with him, that should be a good sign.
Her tongue peeked outside, wetting her lips nervously before she stretched an arm out, ever so carefully nearing it to Buckyâs thigh. Her gaze was glued to Buckyâs face, gauging his reaction. When Buckyâs frown didnât show up she let her palm touch Buckyâs leg.
Bucky didnât understand what she was doing but he wouldnât dream of questioning her. He was just glad she was okay with touching him again at all after what heâd done, even if she was doing it so cautiously it broke his heart to a thousand pieces.
With her stare trained on Bucky, she stepped forward, slotting herself in the small space between Buckyâs chair and his desk, facing him. Her hands moved to grab on Buckyâs strong shoulders, still watching his face. She swallowed before effortlessly climbing on, cozily curling herself on his lap.
Buckyâs heart swelled as he felt her nose nuzzle his shirt. His own emotions overwhelmed him and tears gathered in his eyes.
âAngel?â his voice was barely a whisper as he looked down to her, careful not to startle her.
She looked up at him worriedly, thinking he didnât want her where she was.
Her eyes showed fear for a short second before she unfolded the scrunched paper in her hand, a finger pointing to the third term.
âDada signed,â she said, her eyes so innocent and Bucky couldnât contain himself anymore.
âOh, angel,â Buckyâs tears uncontrollably rolled down, wetting his beard.
He held her so close, she could hear his heartbeats drumming in his chest.
âBaby, Iâm so sorry.â Bucky cried, wetly kissing her forehead over and over.
âIâm sorry, my angel. Forgive me,â he repeated, leaning down to kiss her bruised shoulder before lifting both hands to his lips and kissing them, âI'm sorry. I'm so sorry.â
âDada,â her smaller hands cupped Buckyâs cheeks as sadness covered her features.
Sheâs never seen Bucky like that. Not even at his fatherâs funeral did he sob like that.
She didnât know it but to Bucky, the thought of losing her hurt more than the actual loss of a family member who never gave two shits about him.
She was Buckyâs everything. His love, his partner, his companion, his baby angel. She was the one who stole his heart and took good care of it. Bucky would give up anything and everything in life and choose her to forever keep, protect and love.
Her short thumbs wiped under Buckyâs eyes, pushing his tears away. She turned to straddle him and wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her cheek on his shoulder.
The smell of her hair calmed Buckyâs heart down as he turned his face to kiss her head, hands settling on her back, âI will never hurt you, angel. Please tell me you know that, my love.â
Buckyâs hoarse voice had her pulling away from the hug. She sat back and looked her man in the eyes, her thumb brushing his chin, âI know,â she whispered and Bucky could see it in her eyes. She did. She believed him. She knew he wouldnât hurt her.
She stroked Buckyâs cheeks as he sniffled, smiling gratefully at her reply. And his whole world lit up again when she smiled back, timidly pecking the corner of his pink lips.
Oh she was a real angel. No oneâs ever been this kind to Bucky before, only her. Bucky kissed her hand one more time, quietly thanking her for forgiving him.
âI made you a contract too,â Bucky told her with a chuckle, pointing to the desk behind her as he wiped his face with the back of his hand.
Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, her smile reaching her wide eyes. She turned around in Buckyâs lap, planting her knees on the chair between Buckyâs open legs and stood on them to take a look.
She took her time reading the words and then she was off Buckyâs lap and bolting out of the room.
The man was about to lose it again, thinking sheâd remembered his cruelty towards her and changed her mind when she came running back inside the office.
She climbed back on the chair between Buckyâs thighs, her glitter pen in hand.
Bucky sighed in relief, his lips spreading with an adoring smile as he watched her write her name letter by letter in glittery ink where her signature was needed. Bucky held her waist, kissing her back as he admired how focused she was.
She closed the cap on the pen, placing it on the desk before picking up the contract to show Bucky.
âAngel signed,â she beamed, plopping herself against Buckyâs chest and clinging to him, earning a hearty chuckle from him.
âI love you so much, angel. More than anything in the world.â Bucky gently held her face by the chin, giving her lips a short kiss.
âI love you too, dada.â She smiled, blushing as she hid her face in his chest again.
Bucky wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him and closing his eyes, just enjoying the feel of her body against his once more, silently promising his angel to never hurt her ever again.
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request if open; daddy!bucky had a bad day and little!reader is just trying to comfort him but he accidently lashes out and yells at her/pushes her and immediately feels guilty but she regresses even more into her little space and is scared of him, you can kinda play around w this and figure out how it ends! xx
Pairing: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader
Word Count: 3,423 (you know you love me)
Warnings: ddlg dynamics, yelling, harsh treatment, crying, angst turned fluff?
A/N: thank you so much for sending this in, nonnie. i took your request and ran with it to angst land. Hope you enjoy xxđ
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âDada,â
She could see Buckyâs frown, the lines on his forehead wrinkling his handsome face up. She knew it meant he was upset and she never wanted Daddy to be upset. She knew he never left her upset.
Buckyâs been looking like that since he walked through the mansion door that morning, barely acknowledging her when she greeted him. He almost forgot to give her her welcome-home kiss even.
âNot now, angel,â Bucky murmured, proceeding to flip through the papers covering his desk, huffing and puffing every now and then at the mess he was stuck trying to fix.
âWanna show you somethinâ,â she whispered, biting back a smile.
âLater, angel. Iâm busy right now.â
He regretted telling her to come in. He shouldâve known sheâd be nothing but a distraction.
âDada, jusâ take one look,â she bounced on her feet before slipping a neat sheet of paper on top of Buckyâs desk, momentarily blocking his view of the contracts he was angrily staring at. Now that made Bucky mad.
âI said I was busy!â Bucky shouted as his head snapped to her, his hand slamming down on the paper without even seeing it, blindly crumpling it and throwing it on the floor at her feet. She flinched at the sudden outburst, taking a step back.
âDada,â tears filled her eyes as she looked at her discarded paper. Bucky just broke her heart.
âWhy donât you ever listen!â Bucky grabbed her arm tighter than usual, pulling her back to him, âHow many times do I need to repeat the words for you to understand! I said not now, didnât I?!â He let go of her arm with more force than heâd intended, making her stumble a little.
She was terrified now. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked at Bucky with wide eyes. He has never lashed out on her like that, not even when she was big. She was scared. As her breath picked up, she wished sheâd never left her playroom.
âGet out and donât step into this office again until I tell you you can, you hear me?â Bucky growled, oblivious to the signs of regression and horror showing on her face.
Her quick nods set off no alarms in his head as he watched her run out of his office.
Bucky felt bad about taking his anger out on her the second she fled the room. He flopped back down with a huff, flipping through the contracts again and again with no focus. He threw them down carelessly, running his fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots in frustration.
Cracking his hurting neck, Bucky regretted raising his voice at her. He couldnât see the words on the contracts; her teary eyes flashing through his mind every time he tried reading.
Why did he have to yell? He couldâve just looked at her paper. She was likely trying to show him a drawing. Why couldnât he just go with it? Heâs sworn heâd never let anybody hurt his angel and then he goes and does this?
Bucky was ashamed. What kind of Daddy was he if he treated his little like that? It was no excuse that he was still getting used to being a Daddy. Bucky knew that wasnât how a man should treat his girl.
He bowed forward, picking up the balled paper by his desk. He carefully straightened it, deciding to fix his angelâs damaged drawing and make it up to her.
Only it wasnât a drawing; the paper was a handwritten Daddy-Angel contract. It even had colourful flowers, bees and butterflies decorating the paper and everything.
She was probably trying to play office with him; probably just wanted Bucky to pretend he was signing her paper too.
A sad smile spread across Buckyâs lips as he read the paper. The contract stated that
- Dada will smile
- Dada will not be angry no more
- Dada will let me sit on his lap (will be quiet pp)
- Dada will play with me after work
Dada: âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ..
The paper ended with a free space for Bucky to sign in case of agreement to the âtermsâ.
There were a lot of moments where Bucky wished he could turn back time, but not being able to do so in this very moment seemed to torture him the most. He was an asshole.
She just wanted him to calm down. She respected that he was working and she wasnât trying to interrupt, she merely wanted him to smile. She even pinky promised to sit quietly in his lap.
Bucky has messed up and it was for nothing because the damage to his work has already been done. He shouted at her like she was responsible when she was just trying to help him feel better.
Bucky got his pen out of his pocket, signing the empty place by his name, remorsefully sighing at his utter stupidity.
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âAngel,â Bucky called, knocking on the door before opening it.
She wasnât in her playroom, but Bucky could see her round table full of similar papers to the one he had folded in his pocket.
Sheâs made at least 6 of these âcontractsâ, some of them were written in different colours or had spelling mistakes.
Sheâd obviously worked hard until she settled on the paper to give him and he ended up throwing it on the floor.
Buckyâs hand rubbed his face, frustrated at himself and his lack of control. An asshole was what he was. An asshole.
âAngel, where are you, baby?â Bucky sighed, opening the bedroom door to see her sitting, hugging her knees on the large bed.
She looked too tiny bundled up like that and her muffled sniffles punched at Buckyâs heart.
âAngel.â
She only lifted her head up when she felt the bed dip under Buckyâs weight and panic flashed over her delicate features.
âBaby, donât cry,â Bucky said, his hand instinctively moving to wipe her tears only to have her flinch back, squeezing her eyes shut as if she was awaiting a blow.
Buckyâs heart stopped beating for a second when he realized what had just happened.
She was scared of him. His angel had flinched away from his touch. A huge lump formed in Buckyâs throat as she opened her eyes again, âangel?â
âPlease donâ hurt me. Wonâ come to the office. Wonâ leave the room.â She shook her head and sobbed, scurrying back on the bed and away from Bucky.
This pained Bucky more than any punishment he thought he deserved. The look on her face was enough for him to want the walls to open up and swallow him.
âAngel, I would never hurt you. You know that.â Bucky whispered, sniffing back the tears about to spill down his bearded cheeks.
He needed to hear her say she did. He needed to know she knew Bucky could never hurt her.
She looked from Bucky to her left arm where his metal hand had grabbed her earlier. His fingers had left a mark around her arm. The skin was still pulsing as if his hold on her never loosened.
It was too late and it didnât matter what he said because heâd already hurt her and the evidence was on her body.
Buckyâs mouth opened and closed as he swallowed again. He didnât know what to say. He was supposed to be the one protecting her, not the one hurting her. How could he do such a thing to his angel?
âOh, baby,â he breathed, shaking his head regretfully before trying to get closer to her.
Her instant reaction was to crawl back further and Buckyâs heart sank to his stomach. He felt his soul leaving his body when he looked her in the eyes and saw fear.
A tear betrayed him, falling down, gliding by his lips. Bucky wiped it away quickly, sniffing and clearing his throat.
âI signed your contract, angel.â Bucky got the paper out of his pocket, opening it and putting it on the bed for her to see.
Her eyes looked down and more tears left them at the sight of her once fine work now ruined.
âIâm so sorry, angel. Daddy was bad, baby. Iâm sorry,â Bucky pleaded, his fingers reaching out for hers.
She pulled her hand away quickly, hiding it behind her back and Bucky knew he had really messed up. It was no use trying.
She was scared of him. His touch frightened her and was no longer a symbol of comfort to her.
He took his hand away, straightening his back and getting off the bed.
âI-Iâll see you at lunch then.â Bucky sniffed again.
âAnd angel?â he called from the door, getting her attention.
âThank you for caring for daddy. I love you.â Bucky has never heard his voice as weak as he did in that moment and he felt even worse when she didnât say it back.
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When the table was set and Bucky came out of his office to find her chair empty, another lump was quick to form in his throat.
He wasnât even hungry. He had no appetite to eat; he just wanted to see her but didnât have the guts to peek into their bedroom again.
âAngel?â Bucky was ready to knock on the bedroom door but it was already open.
He carefully pushed it and took a look inside to find the bed empty. He tried not to freak out as he knocked the en suite bathroom door and got no answer. When he opened it, she wasnât there either.
Bucky could hear his own blood pumping in his ears because she was no where to be found in her playroom as well.
She left. She left him and she had every right to. How could he lose her? How could he lose the one good thing in his life?
Tears distorted Buckyâs vision as his hand clutched the side of the door. His heart clenched at the thought of never seeing her again, never hearing her sweet voice call for him again; never getting to smell her on his pillow again.
The sound of her feet padding on the floor behind him pulled Bucky out of his head and he thought heâd imagined it for a second. He turned around and she froze when his eyes fell on her.
She shifted on her feet, hiding one behind the other and internally hoping Bucky wouldnât notice she was roaming around with bare feet when heâd specifically asked her not to before.
That was the last of Buckyâs concerns at the moment though. He was just relieved she didnât leave him even if he deserved it.
âWhere were you, angel?â the tenderness of Buckyâs tone let her know he wasnât mad at her for walking around shoeless.
âCouldnâ finâ PinePine,â she replied softly, referring to the white feline, ââs lunch time.â Her eyes remained fixed on her feet as she avoided Buckyâs.
He was secretly thankful for that, not wanting her to see him in tears twice in the same day.
She was so pure; so caring and loving to everyone around. Bucky found himself slightly jealous of his own cat for a second there.
âWhere did you find, PinePine?â He asked calmly, just wanting to hear her speak to him.
âDownstairs,â she answered shortly, leaving Bucky disappointed.
âLetâs go then. The tableâs set.â Bucky smiled, hesitantly offering her his hand.
She stood unmoving for a few seconds, eyes still casted down, before she decided to hold onto Buckyâs pointer.
He sighed, knowing she was still scared but didnât want to reject him. She was so sweet on him even when he least deserved it.
~
When lunch was over, Bucky let her know she could come to the office whenever she wanted, although he doubted she would. She gave a small nod before running back to the other room as Bucky shouted an âIâll get back to work then.â behind her.
He didnât actually get back to work. He couldnât focus. He couldnât think of anything but the way she pulled away from his touch every single time he tried to come near her, or the way she forced herself to hold one of his fingers as they walked less than 10 steps together to the dining room. She'd even begged him not to hurt her earlier.
How did he let himself fuck up so bad? When did they get there? What was he going to do now? How does one get forgiven after being this awful?
A lamp lit above the mafia bossâ head and he grabbed a clean sheet of paper before he could lose the idea.
Bucky was going to write his angel a contract. A pardon contract.
His Daddy-Angel 2.0 contract stated that:
- Angel will forgive Daddy
- Angel will not be sad with Daddy no more
- Angel will sit on Daddyâs lap (even if she doesnât wanna be quiet)
- Angel will play with Daddy after work if she still wants to
Angel: âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ.
Bucky sighed as he tried to draw anything other than sloppy hearts in the empty places around the words to decorate the paper but he was terrible at this. He was desperately in need of his angelâs forgiveness though so he scratched his beard and kept working.
Bucky needed to know she wasnât actually scared of him; not her. Anyone but her. He wouldnât be able to take it. He wouldnât be able to ever tolerate himself if she didnât forgive him.
Buckyâs tongue was hanging outside the side of his mouth as he drew another birdie on the bottom of the contract. It didnât really look like a bird, unless of course that bird was struck by lightning a hundred times before, but Bucky thought it would do. After all, he was no artist. He didnât draw. He didnât deal with colours; he dealt with weapons. His hands were rough for a reason. But he would do anything for his angel. Anything to win her over again.
A knock on his door cut off his focus and Bucky groaned.
âCome in.â
He felt sorry for whoever had the bad luck of interrupting him during his contract-making, ready to yell at someone.
Bucky looked up from his desk when he didnât hear anyone speaking, and his face has never softened so fast.
It was his girl whoâd come into the office. She had her folded contract in her hand and her eyes were looking kind of puffy from crying.
Bucky just stared at her in remorse, pushing his chair back a bit as he watched her walk closer to his seat.
He wanted to tell her he was sorry. He was so sorry. Heâs never been sorrier in his life. He wanted nothing more than to take every word and every harsh touch back.
She stood there for a second, waiting to see if Bucky was going to kick her out this time too. When he didnât, she rounded the desk and stopped by Buckyâs chair.
Bucky remained speechless, not wanting to scare her away again. She came to him. She came on her own. Unless she came to throw the contract in his face and break up with him, that should be a good sign.
Her tongue peeked outside, wetting her lips nervously before she stretched an arm out, ever so carefully nearing it to Buckyâs thigh. Her gaze was glued to Buckyâs face, gauging his reaction. When Buckyâs frown didnât show up she let her palm touch Buckyâs leg.
Bucky didnât understand what she was doing but he wouldnât dream of questioning her. He was just glad she was okay with touching him again at all after what heâd done, even if she was doing it so cautiously it broke his heart to a thousand pieces.
With her stare trained on Bucky, she stepped forward, slotting herself in the small space between Buckyâs chair and his desk, facing him. Her hands moved to grab on Buckyâs strong shoulders, still watching his face. She swallowed before effortlessly climbing on, cozily curling herself on his lap.
Buckyâs heart swelled as he felt her nose nuzzle his shirt. His own emotions overwhelmed him and tears gathered in his eyes.
âAngel?â his voice was barely a whisper as he looked down to her, careful not to startle her.
She looked up at him worriedly, thinking he didnât want her where she was.
Her eyes showed fear for a short second before she unfolded the scrunched paper in her hand, a finger pointing to the third term.
âDada signed,â she said, her eyes so innocent and Bucky couldnât contain himself anymore.
âOh, angel,â Buckyâs tears uncontrollably rolled down, wetting his beard.
He held her so close, she could hear his heartbeats drumming in his chest.
âBaby, Iâm so sorry.â Bucky cried, wetly kissing her forehead over and over.
âIâm sorry, my angel. Forgive me,â he repeated, leaning down to kiss her bruised shoulder before lifting both hands to his lips and kissing them, âI'm sorry. I'm so sorry.â
âDada,â her smaller hands cupped Buckyâs cheeks as sadness covered her features.
Sheâs never seen Bucky like that. Not even at his fatherâs funeral did he sob like that.
She didnât know it but to Bucky, the thought of losing her hurt more than the actual loss of a family member who never gave two shits about him.
She was Buckyâs everything. His love, his partner, his companion, his baby angel. She was the one who stole his heart and took good care of it. Bucky would give up anything and everything in life and choose her to forever keep, protect and love.
Her short thumbs wiped under Buckyâs eyes, pushing his tears away. She turned to straddle him and wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her cheek on his shoulder.
The smell of her hair calmed Buckyâs heart down as he turned his face to kiss her head, hands settling on her back, âI will never hurt you, angel. Please tell me you know that, my love.â
Buckyâs hoarse voice had her pulling away from the hug. She sat back and looked her man in the eyes, her thumb brushing his chin, âI know,â she whispered and Bucky could see it in her eyes. She did. She believed him. She knew he wouldnât hurt her.
She stroked Buckyâs cheeks as he sniffled, smiling gratefully at her reply. And his whole world lit up again when she smiled back, timidly pecking the corner of his pink lips.
Oh she was a real angel. No oneâs ever been this kind to Bucky before, only her. Bucky kissed her hand one more time, quietly thanking her for forgiving him.
âI made you a contract too,â Bucky told her with a chuckle, pointing to the desk behind her as he wiped his face with the back of his hand.
Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, her smile reaching her wide eyes. She turned around in Buckyâs lap, planting her knees on the chair between Buckyâs open legs and stood on them to take a look.
She took her time reading the words and then she was off Buckyâs lap and bolting out of the room.
The man was about to lose it again, thinking sheâd remembered his cruelty towards her and changed her mind when she came running back inside the office.
She climbed back on the chair between Buckyâs thighs, her glitter pen in hand.
Bucky sighed in relief, his lips spreading with an adoring smile as he watched her write her name letter by letter in glittery ink where her signature was needed. Bucky held her waist, kissing her back as he admired how focused she was.
She closed the cap on the pen, placing it on the desk before picking up the contract to show Bucky.
âAngel signed,â she beamed, plopping herself against Buckyâs chest and clinging to him, earning a hearty chuckle from him.
âI love you so much, angel. More than anything in the world.â Bucky gently held her face by the chin, giving her lips a short kiss.
âI love you too, dada.â She smiled, blushing as she hid her face in his chest again.
Bucky wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him and closing his eyes, just enjoying the feel of her body against his once more, silently promising his angel to never hurt her ever again.
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hi there!! i weallyyy love ur work!!! and bratty angel was so good đ„șđ„ș i dunno if ur taking requests but if u r can i pls send in one like some sort of additional or alternate ending-ish for bratty angel? like when steve tucks her in after she tells him to wish bucky a good night for her, what if she also asks him to give bucky her favorite stuffie like "can you please wish daddy a good night for me , uncle steve? and tell him i'm weeally sorry and i love him veeeery much" "oh!! can you pls give him bunny too? daddy gets nightmares and i dont wan' him to be alone" "bunny always helps me when im feelin' scared and daddy is not around, she'll make daddt feel better" đ„șđ„ș
Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader
Word Count: 890
Summary: Alternative ending to bratty angel.
Warnings: ddlg dynamics, fluff.
A/N: Thank you so much, Nonnie. You're so sweet! So happy you like what I write:"đ I'm not supposed to be taking requests but everyone keeps sending such good ideas and next thing I know I'm at 2k words. This was so cute it made me so soft:' Thank you for requesting, I hope I did your lovely alternative ending justice and thank you again đđ please enioy xx.
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So I was thinking maybe Daddy doesnât forgive her right away that afternoon she offered Uncle Steve her savings? Maybe he continues to stay mad till heâs sure sheâs really learned her lesson.
And she doesnât disappoint him. She finishes her dinner that night like a good girl, thanking Uncle Steve every time he puts food on her plate for her. She remains polite when Steve is bathing and dressing her for bed, too, staying still on his lap as he combs her wet hair. Sheâs sad itâs not Daddy but sheâs finally learning to be grateful for Uncle Steve, letting him take care of her like heâd wanted to.
When Steveâs tucking her in that night she whispers again, âcan you please tell daddy I said goodnight tonight too?â
âSure, sweetheart.â Steve smiles, caressing her cheek.
âCan you also tell him Iâm really sorry and I love him very very veeeery much?â Her eyes tear up a little as she repeats on Steve that he must deliver her message word for word.
Steve chuckles lovingly and reassures her that he will tell Bucky she loves him very much with three âveryâs. And then heâs kissing her forehead, ready to get up and let her sleep but she clutches his fingers before he can.
âAnd- And can you please give him Bunny too?â she asks getting the soft, white stuffed animal out from underneath her covers and holding it up for Steve, âDada gets nightmares and Bunny always helps me when I get scared when dadaâs not here.â Her glossy, puppy eyes plead with the speechless man as she holds out the toy for him.
Steveâs melting at her softness and the way her caring, little self is looking out for Bucky even in his sleep. Heâs not sure if he should be taking away her favourite stuffy though. She loves Bunny. Howâs she going to sleep if he takes it from her and gives it to Bucky?
âSweetheart,â
âPlease, Uncle Steve, donât want daddy to be alone. Bunny will make him feel better.â Puppy eyes intensify and a pout is added. Steve sighs and reaches over.
Bucky enters the room when Steve is about to take Bunny and she falls silent. Both men exchange looks and Steve smiles before kissing her head once more, âgoodnight,â he whispers, walking out of the room to give them space.
âHow about you make daddy feel better, doll?â Bucky offers, looking at her longingly and she gazes up at him, confused but hopeful.
âWould you let daddy sleep next to you and Bunny tonight?â
âReally?â she asks, wiggling out of the blanket, and getting up on her knees. Bucky chuckles and nods, climbing next to her on the bed.
âI missed you, dada.â She tells him, throwing her body at his and clinging to him.
Bucky sighs, wrapping his big arms around her, pressing his mouth to her shoulder. The warmth of her body against his and the sweet smell of her hair ground Bucky like nothing else could.
âI missed you too, doll. I missed you very very veeeery much,â Bucky says, imitating her sentence structure from not a minute ago as he hugged her tighter.
âI said sorry to Uncle Steve and I mean it.â She pulls away to cross her heart and Bucky smiles at how adorable she is, leaning forward to kiss her chest where she crossed before holding her hand and kissing her pointer.
âI know, doll. I know, youâre a good girl.â He pecks her lips and she blushes, giving him her drunk-in-love smile with her palms pressed to his chest.
âDada really gonna sleep with me and Bunny?â
âYeah, if Bunnyâs okay with it,â Bucky jokes, getting her back under the warm covers before moving himself next to her.
âSheâs okay with it." She nods. "She loves you, dada.â She promises, placing Bunny on Daddyâs chest, âweâre gonna protect you.â She pecks the spot between Buckyâs eyes.
âYeah? Youâll protect daddy from the nightmares?â He asks her softly, bringing her to his side to have her head on his shoulder as he moves Bunny to rest above his other shoulder.
âYes, dada. Iâll protect you from all the nightmares.â She kisses the top of Buckyâs cheek before snuggling up to him, her hand patting his chest gently. God, she is perfect.
âThank you, doll,â Bucky kisses her hairline and forehead, his arm gratefully tightening around her waist, âI donât know what Iâd do without you.â
And itâs true. Bucky doesnât know where or how heâd be if it wasnât for his doll and her big, loving heart that he believes he doesnât deserve being there for him. Her kindness and tenderness keep him alive. The fond looks she always gives him, her smile each and every time her eyes meet him, the little kisses she leaves on him whenever she could and the way sheâs so unconditionally in love with him are things Bucky never thought he would have. Yet, there she was, sleeping soundly in his arms, feeling safe enough with him to let all of her guards down, her trust unknowingly destroying all of the walls heâd built up around himself, and Buckyâs never felt so whole.
âI love you, doll,â Bucky whispered, kissing her hair.
âI love you too, dada. Veeerry much.â
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Tags: @harrysthiccthighss, you said everythingđ€·đ»
possessive (b.barnes)
pairing: soft!dark!bucky x fem!reader
fandom: marvel - masterlist here!!
summary: bucky doesnât share, especially when it comes to you.
word count: 1100
warnings: manipulation, gaslighting, sub!reader (bordering on little but no regression), reader calls bucky daddy, bucky is a prick but also soft

Youâve never been in a more devoted relationship than the one you share with Bucky; sure, you know itâs intense and maybe a little wrong how possessive he is over you, but how could you ever care when he treats you so well? He gives you anything you could possibly want, showering you with affection at all hours of the day and spoiling you with gifts. Not to mention how pleasing he is to look at - six foot five of thick muscle carved by the gods themselves, yet still so caring and gentle. Really, could you have found a better man?
Heâs so devoted, in fact, it doesnât even occur to you when heâs cancelling plans on your behalf and distracting you every time you try to leave the house; not until your friends are complaining that they havenât seen you in the longest time. He neglects his own friends, always saying that he doesnât want to even look at anyone but you. You donât realise the lengths heâll go to to keep you trapped in his little bubble, locked away from the outside world. Keeping you where itâs just you and him. Forever.
So when youâre all dolled up and ready for a girlsâ night with Natasha and Wanda, you know Bucky has an excuse on the tip of his tongue. Unfortunately for him, youâre riled up and already prepared for an argument.
âBunnyâŠâ he calls as you saunter past the bedroom door in search of your favourite pair of heels.
âWhat, baby?â you answer, fluffing up your hair and making sure your pale lipstick and mascara are pristine. He pads into the bathroom behind you, surprisingly light on his feet for such a huge person, and snakes his arms around your waist, pressing his chest flush to your back. His chin rests in the dip of your shoulder and he kisses your neck, purposely pressing his growing hard-on into your back. The sight of you in the mirror - short black dress hugging every curve and ridge on your body just right, smokey eye makeup accentuating your features and hair styled and billowing around your face - is enough to drive him insane and want to take you over the sink right then and there.
âBucky, no,â you scold, elbowing him and sliding out of his grip, âYou got yourself all worked up on purpose so that I wouldnât go. Take care of yourself.â Your voice is determined, a steel and grit behind it that he hasnât heard from you before. He needs to up his game.
âBun, please,â he moans, âCanât do it by myself. I need you, angel. Please.â
His breathy whines catch you off guard; Bucky, your towering, terrifying boyfriend that brings grown men to tears, is begging you. He uses your surprise to his advantage, forcing his lips on yours and muffling your protests. By the time you wrench yourself away, your resolve is crumbling and Natasha and Wanda are almost forgotten.
Almost.
âYou canât do this every time I want to do something fun,â you huff, pushing at his chest indignantly, ââs not fair, Iâm not gonna have any friends left.â
âYou have me, donât you? Or am I not enough for you anymore? You donât want me anymore, hm?â He pouts, actually pouts, crossing his arms and turning his back to you.
âBucky, you know thatâs not what I meant,â you object, already stepping towards him.
âItâs fine baby, go out. See if I care,â he spits with as much venom as he can muster, the quivering of your bottom lip enough to make his chest ache. This is for your own good, he reminds himself.
âWait, daddy-,â you whimper, reaching for him again. Your retreat into subspace means heâs already won and he knows that. He smirks to himself, hardening his expression before turning back to face you.
âWhat are you still doing gaping at me like an idiot, hm? Fuck off, brat.â
Tears well behind your waterline and you grab for him again, only for him to move out of your grasp.
âStop it,â you murmur quietly, the tears silently spilling over and down your cheeks, âYouâre being mean.â
âI am,â he assents, âBecause youâre being an entitled brat and you hurt my feelings.â He advances on you slowly. âYou think they love you like I do? Huh? No one will ever love you as much as I do!â
ââm sorry, daddy,â you babble desperately, grabbing his black henley in your fist, âI donât wanna go, wanna stay here with you.â
âReally?â He cocks an eyebrow skeptically as you cling to his towering frame, crying into his chest; he makes no move to reciprocate, knowing exactly which buttons to press to keep you needing him. To keep you attached and obedient. Youâre his and his only and you should know that by now.
âPlease, daddy. Donât be mad. Donât need anyone but you.â Your voice is muffled through his shirt and your makeup is already ruined, streaks of nude pink lipstick and black mascara smeared down your face. Bucky coos, lifting your chin and forcing you to look at him.
âThereâs my good girl,â he praises, thumbing your cheek and spreading more makeup along it, âWhereâs my good girl been? Thought I lost you, poppet.â
âIâm sorry,â you sob, guilt gnawing at your chest as he finally hugs you back, âDonât leave me.â You hear yourself begging and at any other time youâd be mortified. But youâre so deep into your subspace that the only thing your fuzzy, dazed brain wants is daddy.
âNever, bunny. Daddy forgives you, okay? Iâm just sad âs all.â His brows furrow, and he knows it's cruel to make you feel so awful for something thatâs not your fault, but he canât help but push you to the edge.
âDaddy, wanna make you feel better,â you sniffle, pawing at his chest, âPlease, âm sorry for beinâ so bad. I feel so stupid.â
âShh, none of that,â he croons, kissing your forehead; you relish in the feeling of him so close to you, his warmth and familiar scent making you dizzy. You wrap your arms around him; your head only reaches the bottom of his chest but still you press yourself further until youâre hanging off of him. He chuckles, hoisting you into his arms and bouncing you lightly, rasping a low âclever girlâ into your ear.
âLove you, daddy. Iâm sorry,â you cry.
âLove you too, poppet,â He soothes you with quiet words and touches until youâre pliant in his hold, gazing up at him with so much love and affection. You donât even realise heâs manipulating you. And he has you right where he wants you.