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sebseyesandbuckysthighs · 5 years

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Three Soldiers and a Baby | Part Nine

summary: Three handsome bachelors find their day to day operations disrupted when an unexpected new roommate (who comes complete with a diaper and a pacifier) shows up at their doorstep. How will they deal with this new and baffling responsibility without losing their minds or killing each other in the process?

pairings: Bucky x Reader (eventual) featuring Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

warnings: none, just make-believe goodness and cute boys with a baby

a/n: Who’s ready for more domestic soldiers?! I know for damn sure that I always am. Heck, that’s why I wrote this series! To provide all the fluff and angst-free domesticity for y’all. Sorry if that may seem a little boring to some, but I think we all deserve some nice easy reading every once in awhile. Love ya’s!

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Bucky didn’t even notice Sam walking away as he slowly inched closer and closer. He was just glad no one called him out on taking his sweet time getting there. When he finally reached the edge of her bassinet, Bucky felt as though all the air left within his lungs rushed out in a single exhale. Looking down at the slumbering face of his daughter was almost too surreal for Bucky to handle. In that moment he was sure that she was the most beautiful being in existence. “Holy shit. She looks just like her mom,” Bucky quietly whispered, his voice hoarse from all the emotions flowing through him. “She’s fucking beautiful.”

Steve had remained quiet as he watched the scene between his best friend and his daughter. He too was overcome with emotion, but was holding it together better than Bucky was. He walked forward to join the pair and noticed the moisture building up in Bucky’s eyes while he continued to stare at Ellie. “Yeah she is, Buck. Congratulations, man.”

Bucky finally looked away from his daughter, a light stream of tears flowing down his cheeks as he reached out to his best friend and pulled him into a tight hug.

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Bucky was still staring down in wonder at the small bundle that slept without a care to the changing world around her. It was still the middle of the night, but none of the men felt like they could sleep now that Bucky had returned home early from his mission. During the earlier debrief of the baby situation, Bucky took a minute to explain why he had come home so soon. The truth was as simple as the mission being easier than they had initially anticipated and there was no reason for him to stay behind for any cleanup procedures. Now here he was, back in the same home he left behind, but everything was different. His entire life was set to change and he hadn’t even known about it until only an hour ago.

Sam returned from his late night shower in a robe and waved his arms trying to grab the attention of the two men still staring down at the baby. “Alright I’m off to get some much deserved beauty sleep back in my own bed. Barnes. Good luck, buddy.” Sam turned on his heel and slowly walked towards his door. At the same time, Steve yawned and started to walk away as well. “Yeah me too. Good night, pal. We’ll see you in the morning.”

“Wait, what?!” Bucky spat out in a panic. “No no no. You guys can’t leave me alone!”

“You’re a big boy, Bucky. You can handle this,” said Sam with a thumbs up. “Just like we did.”

Bucky gawked in disbelief. “But you guys did it together! I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here!”

“You’ll figure it out.” Steve suppressed another yawn and turned away again.

“But wait, what if I...what if I hurt her,” Bucky quietly expressed his true fear, looking away from his two friends and down again to the young innocent life before him. Then he looked to his left arm, the one made of neither flesh nor blood. It had been years since it was last used as a weapon for the forces of Hydra. The Wakandan tech was the most state of the art advanced technology that existed and Bucky had never had any reason to mistrust it. Yet, he wasn’t ready to take any chances on his daughter’s well-being.

Sam and Steve shared a look of understanding, but it was Steve again who spoke his reassurances to the neurotic new parent. “Bucky, you’re making excuses now. You haven’t felt self-conscious about your arm in a very long time. You’re in complete control, over the arm and your mind. Something tells me it has a lot to do with how this baby came to be here in the first place.” Steve referred to his time spent with you. “I had a feeling that whatever was going on with the two of you, she went a long way towards making you feel a certain kind of way.”

Bucky’s face depicted a range of emotions battling through him as he listened to Steve’s words, knowing that the man was right about every single thing he said. “Yeah, she did,” he confirmed. “She made me feel whole.”

The other two men smiled appreciatively, happy that their friend could finally admit the integral part you played in his life. Only hoping that it wasn’t too late for the two of you. “Alright then, Buck. We’ll see you two in the morning, okay?” Steve said, settling that this was how it was going to be. Bucky took in another series of deep breaths before nodding somewhat confidently.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I can do this.” Bucky looked down to his daughter and finally smiled. “I have to.”

It was at that exact moment that a wave of odor bloomed upwards from the bassinet. It started out faint, but soon burst into one of the most offensive odors Bucky had ever experienced. He tried to keep his face from contorting in reaction to it, but after another waft hit him he couldn’t help but reach for his nose to plug it. It took a second longer for it to reach Sam and Steve and by that time they were already on their way out of there to the safety of their rooms.

“Woah, wait a minute!” Bucky yelled out in horror. “What the hell have you guys been feeding my kid?!” By the time he looked down at the baby then back up to his friends they had already left and Ellie was starting to stir awake. At first her cries were soft and barely there, Bucky figured it was now or never to make this happen. Also, the last thing he wanted to hear were the uncomfortable cries of his little girl.

“Okay I can do this. C’mon, man. Get it together.” Bucky psyched himself up, unknowingly much like Steve had the first time he had changed Ellie all those days ago. He didn’t have time to think of the weight of the situation. The milestone moment of picking his daughter up for the first time as he pulled the soft white blanket away from her squirming body and reached in for her.

Distant memories floated through his mind of picking up babies in a past life, but much had changed since then. This time would be different than all those others. His head felt light as the little bundle in his hands felt even lighter still. She was tiny and soft and squishy. The smell emitting from her didn’t even seem to phase Bucky anymore, especially the second she opened her pretty little eyes and looked up at him for the first time.

Bucky was petrified in that instant. What if she cried? What if she didn’t like him? What if she was scared of him? Each question tore at his chest one by one, but he wouldn’t let his fears keep him from being here in this moment with his child.

“Hello beautiful,” he spoke his first words to her tenderly. The low timbre in his voice must have triggered something in her because instead of wailing cries of terror, Ellie smiled. It was more akin to a grin than anything, but Bucky swore that this was the most magical moment he had ever experienced.

It took time and a lot of guesswork, but Bucky eventually succeeded in changing Ellie’s diaper for the first time and he couldn’t have been more proud. Of her. She had just stared up at him the entire time, babbling in her cute little baby talk and being patient with him as he figured out how to clean her from the mess she made. Once he was finished and the offensive diaper was disposed of, Bucky wasn’t sure what to do next, but he knew he wasn’t ready for this time to be over with her. The future was unpredictable and even so far as tomorrow was an uncertain time.

He needed to cherish every moment he had with her, so for the next half hour, Bucky spent his time walking around the apartment with his little girl in his arms. Talking to her was quickly becoming his new favorite thing to do as she seemed to cling to every word he said. Completely enraptured in the way his lips moved and the sounds she couldn’t comprehend. The times when she would smile or giggle were the best and Bucky was sure his heart stopped each time.

The next morning Steve and Sam woke up earlier than usual, practically jumping with anxiety about Bucky’s first night spent at home with the baby. Upon reaching the living room, though, they learned that all their fears had been completely unfounded. There on the large living room couch was Bucky with his hands protectively cradling Ellie, both sound asleep.

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claitynroberts · 6 years

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Captain Hook & Rapunzel

Part 2 of 3 —> Part 1 Part 3

Description: Reader insert. The reader has been a member of Team Free Will for a year now. During an unexpected lull in jobs recently, you, Sam, Dean and Cas decide to attend Jo’s themed birthday party. During the events of the night, cards are shown and things definitely take an unexpected turn.

Author’s Note: This fic was written for @eyes-of-a-disney-princess and her Rapunzel’s Tangled Up With Supernatural Challenge, and it is my first ever reader insert, as well as SPN fanfic. I’ve tried so hard to authentically portray the beautiful characters of the series, but I’m only human so please bear with me! I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Contains: angst, some language, fluff, potential bad decisions, physical fighting/violence

Warnings: physical violence, taking advantage of a drunk female (the reader) is mentioned but never acted on thanks to a big muscular hunk ;)

If you find any other triggers that may affect readers please let me know and I’ll add them here

Word Count: 7,106...sorry, it’s so long :D

*This pic isn’t mine, credit to the owner’s and Google Images

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A couple hours later the three of you were walking in the front door of Harvelle’s Roadhouse. The bar was worn and shabby, but it was like a second home. The well worn bar stools, the smooth wooden bar top, the pool table in the back corner, and the jukebox against the wall were like old friends. Looking around, you noticed the bar was full; not busting at the seems packed, but there were a substantial amount of people here. Immediately your hackles went up, you did not like being around so many people at once—especially strangers.

Unconsciously, you drifted closer to Dean. He must have noticed because his right arm came to rest across your shoulders squeezing you in a half hug with his hook-free hand. “It’s okay, (y/n). They’re good people.” After a moment he added, “Well, most of them anyway.”

“Dean, I’m not sure—,” you began, not catching the hidden meaning behind his words.

He cut you off, “Listen everything is going to be okay. Have a drink and loosen up. We caught a break in cases and by God, we’re going to enjoy it. Especially since you made me dress up and drive two hours to be here.” He chuckled with a grin on his face.

“(Y/n)!!” You heard a voice yell across the bar. Before you knew it you were being wrapped up in a tight hug, the scent of lavender and gunpowder invading your senses.

“Jo...can’t...breathe.” You gasped out.

She pulled away and looked at you, taking in your’s and the boys’ costumes. “Okay let me guess here. Rapunzel,” she made a sweeping motion of your outfit. “Captain Hook,” she said pointing at Dean. Chuckling she looked to Sam, “obviously Prince Eric.” Then a confused look crossed her face as she looked over at Cas. “Umm, evil henchman?”

Well she gave it a shot, you thought. “Actually, he’s Aladdin. Y’know, pre-Genie and princely wish.” You said matter of factly.

As she glanced between you, Sam, and Dean, a look of understanding passed over her face. “Oh of course! I see it now! Great job, Cas.” He grinned like a fool, and you resisted the urge to face-palm.

After a tense moment, Jo grabbed you by the arm. “(Y/n), let’s go do shots. I’ll bring her back later boys.” You were being whisked away, trailing a look at Sam, Dean, and Cas over your shoulder. Dean smirked, and, before the crowd swallowed you up and cut him off from you, you swore you saw him wink.

The next thing you knew, you were being handed a Jager-bomb—your’s and Jo’s favorite drinks, a “deadly” concoction of Redbull and Jagermeister. If this doesn’t loosen me up, nothing will, you thought to yourself as you gulped the mixture down.

“So how has life been?” Jo asked.

“Good. Calm. Strange.” You replied, looking over at her. She was dressed in a comfortable pair leggings beneath a yellow skater skirt and a navy colored top with cap sleeves. A black bobbed wig bounced as she nodded her head.

“Yeah, this drop in paranormal sightings and cases has been weird,” she agreed, “But I’m definitely going to take advantage of it.” She punctuated the sentence with a straight whiskey shot. A wide grin split her face.

“You are you supposed to be dressed as,” you asked.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m Snow White.” She grinned, brandishing her iPhone at me. On the screen a small printout of a “virus detected” dialog box was taped to it. “Get it?” She asked. “A poisoned apple?” She was grinning.

“That’s actually pretty clever,” you said.

She waved your compliment off. “So how has it been with the boys?” She asked.

You thought for a moment. “Good. After the attack a few months ago, they helped give my life meaning. A purpose. For now, at least.” Flashbacks from the night flickered through your mind.

Being the first college graduate in your family was a big deal, and all your family members—both immediate and distant—attended the reception your parents threw in your honor. There were so many people present, it could have been considered one hell of a family reunion instead. Everything was going well, people were getting along and congratulating you, cake was eaten, presents opened. Then toward the end of the night, the whole clan turned on each other. There were fights breaking out everywhere.

“She’s mine!” Someone shouted as a chair was broken across another’s back.

A few feet away another stated, “I shall be the one to bring her to King Crowley.”

While you were attempting to make sense of all the commotion, some others advanced on you. They had tried to kill you, but you were able to fight them off with one of the tiki torches nearby. Only when Sam and Dean showed up did you realize they were all possessed by demons. The lucky ones were saved with exorcisms, others had to be put down quickly with the demon blade—your parents falling into the latter category. Now large groups of people made you extremely nervous.

Effectively an orphan, the boys took you in. None of you knew why you were important enough for Crowley to send an army of demons to kill you; but you all figured your best bet was for you to stay with them for the time being.

Snap, snap. Jo clicked her fingers in front of your face. “Are you sure you’re okay, because you seem to be a million miles away right now.” She looked concerned.

You shook yourself from you daze. “Yeah, I’m great!” You replied with as much exuberance as possible.

Quirking her eyebrow, she gave your her “bullshit” look but didn’t say another word. She poured both of you a shot of whiskey this time. “So they give your life ‘meaning’,” she said as you both threw back the shot. “Nothing else is going on there, then?” She smirked and poured another.

“Nope nothing.” You said, throwing back the amber liquid.

Another shot was poured. “You sure? Because it seems like you and Dean have a little something going on behind the scenes.” She wiggled her eyebrows, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

You both slammed the shot back, but you took your time swallowing. Letting the liquid burn a path across your tongue and down the back of your throat to add to the growing warmth in your stomach.

Before you could answer her knowing look with a biting retort, Ash cut in. “Sorry (y/n) but do you mind if I steal the birthday girl for a dance?” He asked looking over at Jo. She agreed but as she left she cut a glance over at Dean, wagging her eyebrows again and giggling, letting you know the conversation was not over. Thankful for the momentary reprieve you ordered a beer and sat there examining the room. Dean was across the bar playing pool with Sam and some scantily clad girls whom you could only assume were dressed as the fates from Hercules.

“Let me guess, you’re Cinderella?” A gruff voice came from beside you. Normally you would have jumped a little more at the interruption, but the alcohol was slowing your reflexes which you were thankful for.

“Why does everyone keep saying that,” you said exasperatedly, as you turned toward the intruder ready to give him a what-for. The voice belonged to a handsome young man dressed in worn jeans, a red-plaid flannel with a white Henley thermal, and an air rifle slung over his shoulder. His face was angular with dark brown eyes, a straight roman nose, and full lips; he hadn’t shaved in a few days so a light beard was growing along the angles of his chin, and dark hair flopped over his forehead and into his eyes.

Clearing your throat you replied, “actually, I’m Rapunzel. But my friends call me (y/n).”

“I’m the Huntsman, but I tend to occasionally go by Derek.” He grinned and extended his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” you took his big hand in yours to return the gesture.

“How about I buy you a beer?” He asked.

“Sure, why not.”

You and Derek spoke for a long while. Long enough for you to lose count of the drinks you had had. After covering the basic general information two strangers normally share with each other, the conversation moved on to life, politics, dreams, and whatever else came to mind. As the night wore on, you and Derek became closer, allowing small touches between the two of you. A hand brush here, an arm squeeze there, until you were standing between his legs as he sat on the barstool. You caught Jo’s eye from time to time, and she just looked back at you with her huge grin.

Vaguely, you realized Dean had been staring at the two of you from his place at the pool table across the bar. During the course of your conversation with Derek, though, Dean had been moving closer and closer. He took pains to make it look like he wasn’t being territorial, but he definitely did not like the looks of this guy. He was tall, dark, and handsome and his outfit and demeanor had douchebag written all over him. Dean had noticed the copious amounts of alcohol you had been plastered with by Mr. Dbag, and he knew you were not going to be able to make sane choices tonight. Finally deciding to make his presence known, he set down his beer patted Sammy on the shoulder, and walked over to where you were draped across the stranger.

“Excuse, me,” he cut into the conversation. “Are you about ready to leave, sweetheart?” He turned toward you, placing a steadying hand on your elbow.

You looked at him with half-lidded eyes, your words slurring as you spoke. “Nooo...I’m gonna shtay here a wiff D-man a lit-tle longer.” You held your fingers up in an open pinch.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, darlin’,” he cautioned. “You don’t even know this guy.”

“Yesh, I do. Hish name’s Derek, and heesh dressed as da Huntsman.” You slammed your hands down on your hips as if the action would get your point across regardless of your inebriated speech.

“Seriously, (y/n), I think it’s time we head to the—,” he was cut off by Derek, who had heard his name and returned his attention to the conversation.

“And who the hell are you,” he shot at Dean, his words slightly slurred and eyes glistening with alcohol.

“I’m Dean. Dean Winchester,” he replied civilly. “Who are you?” His emerald eyes hardened and his jaw clenched, his hand never left your elbow. It was almost like he was looking for a confrontation.

“Derek,” he replied curtly. “Now if you’ll excuse us Mr. Winchester, (y/n) and I have some things we need to get back to.” He drunkenly wrapped his arms around your waist, obviously not knowing what was good for him. You stiffened at the action, beginning to sober up as you knew what it would solicit from Dean, the territorial jackass.

“I think you should let her go,” Dean said. “It’s not polite to be grabbing at women who are too drunk to think clearly. Especially if you just met them, and you’re the douchebag plying them with alcohol.” Dean may have been a womanizer, but at least he had a conscience when it came to taking advantage of overly drunk women.

“Listen, man, she’s a big girl, she can take care of herself. If she wants to stay here with me, more power to her. I won’t hurt her.” Derek brushed the hair off your neck and ran his nose along the curve of your shoulder, inhaling your scent as he went. “At least not much, anyway.”

“Outside,” Dean said. Quietly. Calmly. Though you knew how much rage he was holding back, you could see it brewing in his dark green eyes. He had had enough of this guy.

“Excuse me?” Asked Derek.

“You heard me. Outside.” Dean said again, fist clenched at his side.

They stared each other down for a moment before Derek rose and walked to the door, dragging you with him, Dean hot your heels.

As the three of you stepped into the parking lot, Dean yanked you out of Derek’s inebriated grip and landed a left hook squarely to his left cheekbone sending him sprawling across the hood of a new Shelby Mustang. It took a moment for Derek to find his footing after the blow, but he countered Dean’s punch with a swing of a discarded tire iron he had found nearby. Dean dodged it swiftly, knocking it from his grasp and landing an uppercut to Derek’s jaw, forcing him to the ground with the impact.

You heard the door burst open and turned to see Sam, Cas, Ellen, and Jo run out behind you. Sam and Cas looked ready to jump in and Ellen had a baseball bat in her grip just in case things came to more severe blows. Jo pulled you close to her side as Sam rested a large hand on your shoulder. Cas and Ellen both assessing the situation in case Dean needed help with the drunk creep.

Before Derek could get to his feet, Dean had a knee pressed firmly against his chest with one hand fisted in his collar and the hook poised at his throat. Leaning down so they were nearly nose to nose, Dean spoke. “If you ever lay a hand on her again, or any woman for that matter, I swear to Chuck, I will hunt you down. And believe me, that’s not something you want to happen. Capice?”

Derek stared at him with wide eyes as he slowly nodded his head and gasped for breath. As Dean was rising to his feet, he suckerpunched the inebriated man beneath him, effectively knocking him out. He walked over to your group as he shook out his hand. “Well I think that’s our queue to leave,” he said. Sam looked at him with a quizzical eyebrow raised. “Long story,” was all Dean said in reply.

“Well I appreciate you bringing the fight outside, Dean,” Ellen said with a mixed look of gratitude and bewilderment.

“No problem, Ellen.” He looked between Mother and daughter, “thanks for having us.”

“Anytime,” Jo replied. The group was still astonished by the direction the night had turned, you were all standing around looking at each other with wide eyes and soft mumbles.

“Sam?” Dean asked, nodding his head and raising his eyebrows in a you ready to go look.

“Uh...I uh, am actually going to stay here for the night. Ariel is waiting inside and Jo said we could, uh, use the back room.” His face became more red and his sentence more flustered as he finished speaking.

“Dude, there is so much I could do with that one sentence,” he chuckled, but Sam shot him a withering glare. Clearing his throat, Dean went on, “But I won’t. Just be careful, and call if you need anything. We’re going to get a room at the motel in town, just meet us there in the morning.”

Waving goodbye you, Dean, and Cas set out for the local motel.

#eyes-of-a-disney-princess #supernatural #spn #deanxreader #dean winchester #costumes #birthday #jo harvelle #fanfiction #fanfic #part 2 of 3 #sorry it’s so long #Rapunzel’s Tangled Up With Supernatural Challenge #Sam winchester #castiel #Crowley

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