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[sophiamariewrites]

Don't wake daddy dad!bucky x mom!reader

synopsis: you've never been able to surprise your husband considering he's an ex trained assassin, but he'll make an exception for you and your daughter on fathers day. not proofread.

wc: 1081

"Mommy when is it gonna be done?" your daughter tugged at the hem of your shirt.

"Shh baby, we don't want to wake daddy." You smiled and whispered to her as you finished plating your husbands food.

Giggles and the smell of breakfast filled Bucky's senses as he woke, eyes fluttering open from the couch that he most likely fell asleep on from being to tired to get to bed after getting in from work last night. He watched his four year old daughter clumsily walk into the living room with a marker and paper in her hand. Placing the paper on the coffee table, she locked eyes with her father and let out a gasp.

"Mommy he's awake!" She ran back to the kitchen shouting.

You looked down at your daughter who had the cutest little pout on her face, you opened your mouth to speak before you felt an arm slither around your waist.

"Mornin' love." Bucky mumbled into your neck, the grogginess apparent in his voice.

You turned to face your husband and gave him a slow kiss on his lips, "You aren't supposed to be awake mister."

"Daddy ruined the surprise." You looked back down to your daughter who was now teary eyed staring up at her father.

You glanced up at your husband who was now looking at you wide eyed before he crouched down to pick your daughter up, "I'm sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean too."

She sniffled in his arms and you watched as he gently wiped away your daughter's tears, Bucky tried to get her to stop crying but nothing was working.

You walked over to the two and placed a hand on your daughter's back as she cried, you slowly placed your head beside hers on Bucky's shoulder, "Don't be upset honey, daddy didn't know."

Bucky could feel his heart twist at his daughter's upset, especially since he's the one who caused it. The moment was too sweet for Bucky to handle, seeing his daughter cry over something so innocent while you consoled her so gently. Becoming a mother came so naturally to you, you were nurturing, loving and so selfless when it came to your family.

Your daughter wouldn't let up about the problem her poor father unknowingly caused, so Bucky decided to try and create a solution.

"How about I go back to sleep, hm? And then you and mommy can finish the surprise?" Your husband suggested in a hushed tone. Gaining not only your attention, but your daughters as well.

Your daughter's head shot up and she nodded with teary eyes. Bucky set her down and walked back to the couch but not before grabbing the hands of your and your daughter, "You and mom gotta tuck me in though, okay?"

"Okay!" Your daughter replied cheerfully, the way her could change so abruptly always surprised you and your husband.

You rolled your eyes playfully at Bucky earning a wink from him, as the three of you walked into the living room. Bucky returned to his original sleeping position and gave you a cocky grin while you placed the blanket over him.

You were just about to walk away before your daughter grabbed onto the hem of your shirt, "Mama what about goodnight kisses? Daddy needs them to sleep!"

"Yeah mama, I want my goodnight kisses." Your husband restated, the man was quite literally beaming while awaiting your kiss.

You giggled and bent down to give Bucky a peck on his forehead, but he swiftly angled his head upwards and your lips landed on his as he gripped your face gently, causing you to squeal slightly before pulling away.

"Okay, Daddy is going to bed now." You picked your daughter up as Bucky shut his eyes and went back to 'sleep'.

You walked back into the kitchen and finished setting up the breakfast tray with your daughter. You carefully walked with the tray in your hands as your daughter held a handmade drawing and a small wrapped rectangular box.

You set the tray down on the coffee table and signaled for your daughter to wake up her father. Bucky pretended to stir in his sleep earning a small chuckle from you.

"Mmm, m' so tired princess. How about you and Mommy join me?" Before either of you could respond, Bucky pulled both of you on top of him and squeezed you both. Your daughter shrieked with excitement before somehow freeing herself from Bucky's grasp,

"Daddy look what I made!!" She revealed the drawing to your husband, it was a picture of you and Bucky holding your daughter's hand along with a scramble of letters that didn't spell out anything, but he wasn't gonna tell that to his little girl. "Look I drew your arm!"

"Oh my. I love it, princess." Saying he loved it was an understatement. Bucky was on the verge of tears, he had been all morning. Bucky never thought in a million years that he would get to experience peace like this. He never thought he would ever deserve to live the domestic life, hell he still doesn't think he deserves it.

"Sweetheart, give daddy the present you got him. " You whispered.

You watched as her tiny fingers handed Bucky the small box. Your daughter watched eagerly as your husband opened the box to reveal a necklace with a small silver rectangular locket, similar to the shape of his dog tags he always wore around his neck.

Bucky's heart almost stopped as he opened the locket, inside was a picture that he had taken of you and your daughter on the beach during his birthday two years ago. The photo was of you holding your daughter in your arms, the two of you smiling in on the sand as the sunset painted the background with beautiful shades of pink, red, and orange.

That was it.

That was Bucky's breaking point, he could no longer hold back the stinging in his eyes. Tears slipped down his cheeks, he wiped them away quickly but not without you seeing.

"Daddy? You don't like it?"

"No no, I love it princess. Thank you." He said while clearing his throat, he pulled the two of you into his lap and smotherd you both with kisses.

"I love you both," He said softly

"I love you too." You pulled him into a kiss before your daughter separated the two of you.

"Ewww."

Bucky snorted out a laugh,

"Let's eat hm? Im starving."

a/n: this is completely self indulgent but idc. also late fathers day post, this was supposed to be posted three days ago oops. anways this is like a test run for me maybe posting a bucky mini fic I've been working on lol.

like, comments, and reblog appreciated!

[sophiamariewrites]

Chasing Kat 🤎 Part 1.

hiiiii. This is my first ever fic so hopefully you enjoy.

pairing: bucky barnes x OC

tags (for the whole fic): fluff, bucky is charming of course, mental health rep, ptsd, anxiety, chronic illness (fmc has endometriosis), fmc has no contact with family due to emotional abuse, past bad relationships, mentions of winter soldier/memories.

summary: After a difficult year in her hometown, up and coming romance author Katia Ellison escapes to Brooklyn, New York to get a fresh start. After meeting her adventurous cat, Alpine, she quiet literally stumbles into her quiet neighbor, James "Bucky" Barnes. (Set after TFATWS and before Thunderbolts)

authors note: I'll be posting a little here and linking to the whole thing on AO3 cause otherwise I'll never be able to keep track of it all. Thanks for reading! xoxo - SophiaMarie

Header made by me (pictures from Pinterest)

Divider by @enchanthings

Rain poured in rivulets down Katia’s apartment bay window. While the world beyond the glass was chilled to the bone, inside a warm fire crackled and the blanket she sourced from the local thrift store kept her cozy from her window seat. Soft throw pillows hedged her on all sides, more thrift finds. Her selected current read lay in her lap - pages dogeared, with colored tabs adorning the edges.

Brooklyn glowed from her window - high up on the middle floor of her apartment complex. People walked through the streets, jackets on, umbrellas up. Business men clutched the handles of their briefcases, bundled up students dashed through the gaps in the sidewalk, hands over their heads, a shield from the rain. A man wearing a brown leather jacket caught her eye as he jogged up the stairs of the building, a paper bag of groceries miserably deflating in his arms. He fumbled with the door for a moment before disappearing inside.

The building was old, and every resident had a key to the communal entrance door. The walls were thin enough that any form of noise became a shared experience, but that was all part of the charm of the place. Every apartment had been lovingly maintained, some restored, depending on when they changed hands. When Katia arrived a few months ago, the beige walls and beaten wooden floors seemed plain, but since filling the space with her things; artwork and furniture, cushions and crockery - it was starting to feel closer to some kind of home.

There was a rustle from below the couch and Katia broke her eyes away from people watching to catch a glimpse of her cat, a small white mess of a thing, with piercing blue eyes and a seemingly constant smirk on her little face. She pawed at the rug, tangling her claws in the tassels.

Three weeks ago, just after arriving in Brooklyn, she’d found her stuffed in a box, soaked to the bone. She’d been running late on her mission to view apartments, and of course, collecting the kitten hadn’t helped, but she couldn’t stop herself. White fur hid in the folds of her coat as she’d first walked around, and she found herself really hoping the landlords would approve of pets.

And some weeks later, Alpine, named after her snow white fur, soon found her home inside the walls of this place, just as Katia had.

Read the rest of this chapter on AO3.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66664723/chapters/171986437

Thank you for reading, please reblog if you enjoyed xoxoxo

Please don't feed my work into Ai or repost it under any other names.

[sophiamariewrites]

Hopefully one day I'll find people that love my characters as much as I do.

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