#named!reader x bucky barnes

[aesthetic-bbyg]

I hate when I get excited to search a ‘character x reader’ and only find a dead fandom with a sprinkle of crumbs. LIKE HELLO? GET TO WORK.

[totallynotashieldagent]

you know for a fact that you'd only hear "blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff" every time Jason or Bucky would talk about something important and those doofuses won't even for a MOMENT think you're in love with them

oh no no

you'll find yourself being hauled to the infirmary or the medbay and being told to pee in a cup because they'd be CONVINCED you're high or drugged because why the fuck else would someone look at them so dazed and starry-eyed?

fucking dumbasses but OUR dumbasses

[super-marvel-dc]

Y/N: *Doing a handstand while jumping up and down*

Loki, to Bucky: What the hell are they doing?

Bucky: They're having apple withdrawal symptoms...

Loki: I beg your pardon?

Bucky: Whenever they go without apples for a certain amount of time they bend themself up like a pretzel and do handstands.

Loki: Huh, odd...

Loki: *Conjures up an apple, and throws it at Y/N, hitting them in the head*

[aryuunachigiri]

pleasepleaseplease tag your non-reader friendly posts correctly, I'm tired of thinking one post is an "x reader" but the mc is an oc 🥲🥲🥲🥲

yes we can just imagine ourselves in the oc's place but I'm telling y'all it doesn't hit as hard as reader-insert's 😓

actually this is kinda all applies under the not tagged correctly posts where they get tagged as "male" reader but the content in it is afab 😢 or the non gender-neutral ones getting tagged in a gendered post

[ctrl-alt-bucky]

Ghost & Bucky x Reader — Headcannons

I can't get these two out of my head, so here's even more crossover content lol. If you haven't read the first post, you can do so here! It's not required, but it might add some context.

♡ Headcannons below the cut ♡

Word count: 693 | Tags: gender neutral terms, mentions of kink (rope, dom/sub dynamics, etc.)

Though they're alike in battle, it's a different ballpark in the bedroom. While Ghost is sweet and teasing, Bucky is commanding and rough. Ghost often calls you "sweetheart" as he's pinning you down, sometimes with his hands, sometimes with rope if he has any on hand.

Ghost would coo and grin as you tremble, his sweet tone undercut by the sadistic way he'd restrain you and hold a vibrator to your most sensitive parts— and when you're crying, either from the need to cum or the need to stop cumming, he'd just grab your hair, expose your throat, and murmur, "You can handle it, baby. My good little slut."

Additionally, Ghost is often the one who stays beside you during aftercare while Bucky heads off to draw a nice bath. They both take turns carrying you from the bed to the bath and vise versa, their arms gentle but strong; the pinnacle of safety.

Both of them tend to fight with one another over whose clothes you wear, whose body wash you're smelling like, etc. And you play into too, purposefully throwing on Bucky's oversized tees and strutting around the apartment, knowing Ghost's intense gaze will be on you the entire time. And likewise, Bucky's subtly smug expression will cause Ghost to hug you from behind and take what's his.

That's why Ghost loves markings. You don't go a single day without some sort of hickey on your throat, thighs, chest, and anywhere else he can reach. One time you had an obvious lovebite right above your collarbone, and while the rest of Task Force 141 kept making playful remarks about it. Ghost was the one standing off to the side with his arms folded, wholly smug and his eyes displaying a sense of satisfaction behind the mask.

Both soldiers have a love/hate relationship with sharing you. But they find ways to make it easier, especially when they have you sandwiched between them, Ghost's steady hands on your waist as Bucky's tongue tangles with yours.

Bucky is rough, but he's cautious about it. It took him a long while to be comfortable with touching you, let alone with his metal hand. He often finds himself wrapping his right fingers around your throat; a reminder that he can be in control and keep you safe all at once.

Ghost won't go as far as choking you, but he does prefer to use various tools on you, so to speak.

Rope, vibrators, plugs— he changes between them depending on his mood. And it's not lost on Bucky either, who enjoys the surprise in seeing what Ghost made you wear this time around. Sometimes just a plug, other times cute lingerie he bought you as a gift.

More than once, Bucky has fucked you full and used the plug to keep it inside for later, when you inevitably run into Ghost.

It isn't always super kinky, however. There are days when the two soldiers are exhausted from their work and in need of relaxation.

They'll bundle on the couch with you between them, Bucky's metal arm on the top of the couch behind you, while Ghost's hand traces up and down your thigh; a movie playing on the tv, though none of you are really paying attention to it. His hand would sneak inside your boxers/panties, and you'd end up with Bucky's cock down your throat while Ghost's fingers lazily thrust inside of you, his other hand holding you face down, ass up.

"Our little plaything, hmm doll?" Bucky would purr as you choke around him.

Ghost likes to guide your head on Bucky's cock whenever you're forced to your knees. And when Bucky finally streaks your face, Ghost is the one who swipes his thumb through the mess to push it into your mouth.

At the end of the night, you'd find yourself surrounded by them, Bucky's heartbeat steadily beating as you lay on his chest and Ghost's warm, strong arms wrapped around your waist as he spoons you. They both struggle to sleep most nights, but with you passed out on top of them, both soldiers find it much easier to relax.

I couldn't help but make it a bit sweet, sue me. Hope y'all enjoy ♡ This has been in my drafts for *checks wrist* a year, holy moly. Absolutely send me prompts with these two so I have an excuse to write them!! >:) Also check out my ficlist for more!

[braveclementine]

October 28: Dollification/Objectification (Bucky, Steve, Sam)❤️

Warnings: 18+readersonly, dollification/objectification, pet names, doll kink obviously, lots of praise, aftercare, fluff, smut, a bit of m x m interaction

Copyright: I do not own Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, or any other Marvel Characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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You were the soldiers doll. 

A young, beautiful woman in her mid-twenties they had fallen in love with and you with them. And after two fairly normal years of courting each other, you married and moved in. And after another year and a half, you all discovered something you enjoyed doing. And so you became their doll. 

At the moment however, you were actually fast asleep. Bucky was the only one awake, watching you as you slept between Steve and Sam. You were absolutely gorgeous and you looked so at peace. 

He smiled, looking over at the outfit he was going to put you in today. They were all off of work, and when that happened, it meant a full almost 24 hours of pure sex and lust. The days were rare, few and far between, and so craved when they happened. 

At first glance, the clothes were rather innocent. He'd gotten a 40s dress (something you wore most of the time anyways) in Steves' favorite shade of green. But underneath the clothes, you would be wearing a rather skimpy set of lingerie in Sams' favorite colour of purple. 

He watched as you started to stir quietly, opening your beautiful eyes. You smiled as you came face to face with Sam, kissing his cheek softly. Your eyes wandered until you noticed Bucky, watching you and you blushed. 

"Morning doll." Bucky drawled, rising from his chair. He walked over to the bed and picked you up in his arms, before setting you back down on the floor. He kissed your lips and whispered, "I've already got your clothes for you." 

You stood patiently as he dressed you, helping him along, before letting him carry you out to the kitchen. He set you down in your chair, before going over to make pancakes, french toast, and sausages. The smells made your mouth water, but you tried not to make a single noise, lest Bucky realize you were a 'real' person. 

The seriousness of what you called 'doll play' depended on the day. For most of the days, if one of them was at work or on a mission, it was very light. Especially if Sam and Steve were the husbands home. They enjoyed doll play, though not to the extent as Bucky and were more likely to let you do your own things if they were in a more relaxing mood. 

And even Bucky didn't always treat you like a doll and even in days he was in what you privately called 'hardcore doll play' he never did it in public. It was something in private only for the four of you. 

But on days like this, where you had the entire day, doll play was taken very seriously. You always set it as a challenge for yourself. Unless they specified you answer a question, you wouldn't talk or make a noise. You weren't perfect of course, but there was no punishment for that. 

You were determined however that you would be the perfect doll this day. 

Bucky was done cooking in about twenty moments and you had closed your eyes, waiting, focusing on not fidgeting like you may have on another day. But as you heard him come closer, you opened your eyes. Bucky pulled the chair out next to you, picking up the fork and spearing a small piece of sausage. 

He took your face in his hand gently and you automatically opened your mouth as he lifted your fork to your lips. You were only human though, and however much you wanted to be a real doll for him, it didn't stop the embarrassed flush spreading across your cheeks. 

"That's beautiful." Bucky mumbled, stroking your cheek with the back of his thumb, loving the way the flush spread across them even more with the compliment. Feeding you took a bit of work and by the time you were done eating, Sam came out of the bedroom and you could hear Steve in the shower. 

"Good morning sugar cube." Sam said sweetly, kissing the top of your head. "Morning honey." He pecked Buckys' lips before grabbing breakfast, sitting down across from the two of you, shooting you a cheeky grin. "How's she doing Buck?" 

"She's perfect." Bucky mumbled, kissing along your shoulders now that the two of you were done eating. You simply sat there, taking the compliments, while also focusing on keeping your body completely still. In this position, you were easily tempted to kick your legs a little just for something to do. 

"Morning." Steve said, coming out of the bedroom as Sam put two plates of food down. "Hi Princess." He kissed your cheek and you had to remember your mindset so you didn't turn and chase his lips. You were feeling quite pleased with yourself for doing so well. 

Bucky watched his doll as she remained still and silent on his lap. His cock was so hard in his pants that it was taking all of his self control not to start wanking it out at the breakfast table. But you were being so perfect, so submissive, so obedient. . . God he just wanted to slam you on the table and fuck you hard. His cock twitched again in his jeans. 

It was going to be a long day if those two didn't finish eating soon. He busied himself with combing your hair, working the snarls from sleep out gently and soothingly. On any other day you'd been preening, smiling at him over your shoulder but you were being so good, so still. All he was doing was getting harder. 

Steve and Sam helped a little, talking about politics and sports, whatever came to their mind as Steve casually read the newspaper. Both of them acted as though they couldn't tell Bucky or you were about to fall apart at the seams if they didn't hurry up and finish. 

Sam enjoyed teasing Bucky at any moment of the day, so he took great delight in finishing his breakfast slowly, only hurriedly scooping the last of his sausage into his mouth for you, knowing you were just as needy as his dark-haired husband. 

Steve meanwhile stood in front of you, running his large hands up to cup your face, tilting your head up to look at him. He smiled proudly at how good you were being, knowing that Bucky was enjoying himself immensely. "Good doll." He whispered, being pecking your lips. He always made his kisses short when you were in doll mode so that you weren't tempted to kiss back. 

"So what are we doing today?" Sam asked Bucky. "You're in charge after all." 

"Fucking finally." Bucky groaned. "I thought you were never going to finish eating." 

"Well I wanted to make sure our doll over there isn't feeling to needy." Sam grinned. 

"She doesn't have any feelings." Steve said, still stroking his thumb across your cheek. "We can use her however we want." 

You were practically vibrating on Buckys' lap, arousal and frustration mounting inside of you. It wasn't even ten o'clock yet and you were already so pent up, you were sure you weren't going to last in solely doll mode for long. But you were so desperate for this treatment, to be used and abused without any care to how you felt. You craved it, and you were afraid that you were going to vibrate right off Buckys' lap. 

Steve could notice the subtle motions you were making, the way your fingers curled tightly against your palms. He knew there would be crescents imprinted against your soft skin from how tightly you were pressing your nails there, trying so hard not to move. He could tell his words were turning you on, causing you to lose your mind. 

They moved to the living room, Steve carrying you this time, sitting you upright on the sofa between himself and Sam. Bucky sat across from you, watching your every move (or nonmove) with sharp, pleased eyes. 

You were only human though, and as both Sam and Steve started to kiss up your arms, goosebumps broke out, causing all three men to chuckle, though the two didn't stop their ministrations. 

"So sensitive." Sam teased, kissing the side of your neck. Bucky eventually came back to the couch, picking you up to sit you on his lap while Steve put on a movie. 

Like always, Steve actually fell into watching the movie, forgetting about the three of you as the creativity of the movie pulled him in. Sam and Bucky on the other hand couldn't care less about it, as they continued to tease you and each other. And as such, you couldn't pay attention to the movie either- not that dolls intake them anyways. 

It was to your surprise (and Sams' and Buckys') when Steve suddenly stood up, picking you right off of Bucky's lap, tossing you into the armchair. You did your best not to react, although your heart rate had certainly sped up. You landed gently of course- Steve would never cause you harm- and before you knew it, Steve had pushed your dress up, his mouth covering your clit and sucking. 

It hurt. Not literally, the pleasure was actually overwhelming. But the fact that you couldn't make a sound or move a muscle. You felt like you were going to die, sounds bubbling up in your throat, not able to escape from your mouth. In your trying not to move, you seized up, every part of you rigid as you attempted to keep your doll persona. 

It was fucking beautiful and Bucky swore he was going to cum in his pants without even touching himself. The way your eyes stared straight ahead, not even flickering down at Steve once. Even the stiffness of which you were carrying yourself out of instinct to remain still was so doll-like that Bucky felt like he was in Heaven. 

He was certainly a sick bastard, that was for sure. But then again, if the three of you also got off on it, maybe he wasn't as sick as he thought. 

"Cum." Steve demanded. Bucky watched your face as it flushed, turning slightly more red with you holding your breath to try and not make a single noise. Your body twitched just a little as you came and he could see your legs starting to shake with effort. "Good doll." Steve said after a moment, standing up and turning. 

Bucky was pulled into a kiss immediately, moaning as he tasted you on Steve's lips. You were so sweet, just perfect really. 

"My turn." Sam declared, sauntering over to the armchair, already completely naked. He slid three fingers inside of you easily, thumb circling your clit to start your orgasm up again. You bit your tongue, hoping your mouth didn't move much on the outside as you did so. Your moan was trapped in your throat and you were incredibly tempted to close your eyes. 

Your wish partly came true as Sam laid you down on your back and you slid your eyes close like a doll that gets laid down. You heard Sam curse lightly before he pulled his fingers out, thrusting into you with his cock next. 

The moan nearly ripped from your throat and while Sam couldn't hear it, Steve and Bucky could hear the slightest of noises emit from you because of their hearing. It just made Bucky harder and Steve hard again. 

Sam watched your face for you were fighting your emotions hard, doing your best not to make a noise. Sam laughed to himself, repositioning himself so he was closer to your face, covering your face with kisses, before moving his lips to your neck. He could feel the vibrations of your choked moans as he fucked your faster and he smiled against your skin. 

"You gonna cum for me doll?" Sam grunted out, thrusting into you harshly. 

While you said nothing, he could feel you flooding his cock, cumming hard. He filled you up quickly, pulling out so that Bucky could take his place. 

Bucky pulled you upright into his arms and while you opened your eyes, he pulled you down onto his cock. 

"Open that mouth for me doll." Bucky said, his fingers tracing your lips. 

You did as he asked, letting your mouth fall open. Your breaths were coming out in heavier pants now, making you want to close your mouth, but Bucky slid two fingers between your lips, pressing down on your tongue. 

His other hand pressed against your clit and your moan was finally heard, unable to be stopped or stifled. 

"Yes, give me those sweet moans doll. God you're making me so hard." Bucky groaned, fucking you faster still. Steve couldn't stop himself now that your sweet noises were out. He was behind you in seconds, his hands running along your shoulders while his lips followed. Sam watched from the couch, still worn from his orgasm, his refractory period not as short as the other two. But it would be a few minutes later he'd start stroking himself again as he watched the three of you. 

"You're so good." Bucky groaned, feeling you cum around him for a second time. Steve wrapped a hand around your hair, pulling your head back. Your eyes shut immediately, trying to be as doll like as you could now while still emitting noises. Steve captured your lips with his, his hands cupping your soft breasts. 

"Fuck I'm going to cum, cum one last time for me doll. That's it, good girl." Bucky groaned, finishing inside of you deeply. 

You collapsed against him, not able to stay upright anymore. Your entire body seemed to sigh with relief when you did so, feeling relaxed after being so tense. 

"Good girl, that's it." Bucky mumbled again while stroking your hair. Steve rubbed your back gently. "That's it. Sammy just went to run us a bath. You did so good baby." 

You were wiped out and didn't answer, your eyes closed as you rested in his arms. Bucky carried you up to the bathroom, the four of you soaking in the water. 

"Princess, you okay?" Steve took you from Buckys' arms, holding you against him in a way that he could see your face better. 

"Yeah Stevie." You finally spoke. They could all hear how tired you were, their worries relieved as they had thought maybe they'd pushed to hard. "Just tired now. Sorry I didn't make it the whole day as a doll." 

Bucky shook his head. "You're fine baby. What we did was great, you don't have to apologize. I'm always proud of you, no matter how long you do it, if you do it at all. Stop worrying. Tell me what you want to do tonight." 

"Popcorn, eggnog, and cuddling." You sighed, "Or maybe hot chocolate. Something warm and warm cuddles." 

"That we can do." Sam said lovingly, taking his turn to pull you into his arms next while Steve pulled the drain. 

A few minutes later, you were snuggled up with your husbands, enjoying the best night of your life. 

[notsopersonalcharlie]

Ride Home

Snowboarder!Bucky x fem!skiier!reader

Note: I was watching my friend being taught to snowboard and thought of this. Gif is not mine

Warnings: none?

Bucky plopped down into a snowbank unceremoniously and started to undo the strap attaching his back foot to his snowboard. Steve and Sam had gone off to run some black diamonds, but he never had quite felt confident on his other side after the incident that left him with a prosthetic arm. Not that he didn’t trust it, but he had swapped sides for everything, writing, punching, even shooting. He was snapped out of his own shame spiral by a man, wearing a set of rather expensive and new looking gear, swearing at the woman who appeared to be trying to teach him. 

“When you said skiing I didn’t think you meant full fucking mountain day. I thought we’d get some drinks, hang out. This is fucking rediculous and these skis and fucking trash.” 

“You said you knew how! I thought this was-“

“I said I had been before, I thought at least you’d fucking be nice about it. May-“

“Just go get a drink then!” You sounded exasperated and Bucky took a closer look, noting the well loved outfit and skis. Clearly they had been used and were being cared for as such. 

“Aren’t you at least going to come?” It sounded more like a command to Bucky than a suggestion. 

“No, I’m going to ski, which is what I paid for a pass to do. I’ll come meet you later.” 

“Yeah well… don’t drink. You’re going to have to drive us back to the city.” The man stumbled away and you sighed, rubbing your forehead before kicking into your own skis and heading for the lift. Bucky cursed to himself after you had started moving and pushed his way up right behind you in the singles line. There weren’t a whole load of people waiting for the lift, it was getting towards lunch time, and he managed to get up beside just you on the lift. 

You glanced over at the snowboarder who decided he had to get on that chair with you, despite the mostly empty line behind you. He had all black gear with a crisp white jacket that had clearly been mended and bleached a few places. He rode goofy and his board knocked up against the edge of your skis when the chair rejoined the cable. 

“I heard that guy being an asshole back there. Sorry you had to deal with the shitty part of the male species.” The somberness with which he said it made you laugh a little. 

“Thanks he was, uh, a set up kinda. I’m new to town, and my parents decided the best way for me to make friends was to go out with one of their college friends’ sons. This is technically our third date and… wow I am spilling info on a stranger. Sorry.”

“No no, he sounds like he sucks. I heard you say he said he knew how.” 

“Yeah! He did! And I even asked before we came out here. Clearly he bought that whole… whole getup to impress me. It was so stupid.” You were waving your hands emphatically and Bucky couldn’t help but smile.

“Well, all I will say is that guys like that don’t actually know how to do anything.” Silence lapsed as you started getting closer to the end of the lift. 

“Uh, how would you want to ride with me and my friends today? Or ski I guess. I’m getting my footing back after an accident, but they’re pretty good and I’m sure they would love to have more friends.” You shrugged, hoping the cold air disguised the blush on your cheeks. Bucky had pulled up his goggles and pushed down his mask on the ride under the pretense of speaking more clearly, but you could tell he was handsome and right now was not the time to blow it. 

“I’d love to ride with you for a while. It’s my first time out this season and I could use an easy day.” He smiled and you both made your way off the lift. Your first run down you could tell that he was good, but kept holding back when he turned to his toe side. It was strange to watch since he seemed to favor it otherwise when he moved before. You told him as much at the end of the run. 

“Yeah, I…” Your conversation was halted as you got back on the lift. 

“I, uh, lost my arm kind of recently and I have a fantastic prosthetic, but still just… cautious.” You couldn’t help but let the shock show on your face. His motions seemed entirely unbothered aside from his anxiety about falling. 

“You look like you’re doing great. I don’t know you all that well but based on that run I feel like you shouldn’t be doing the easiest trail on the hill.” He laughed and you began an amazing afternoon riding, and convincing him to go up to some blue slopes where you spotted some of his friends, who waved but quickly surpassed the slow loping runs you were taking.

“Fuck, I do not want to ruin this amazing day with a car ride home with Dan.” 

“Dan?” Bucky asked. It was getting late in the day and his legs were sore, but he was having too good of a time. During a short break at one of the stops on the mountain he’d finally gotten a look at your face aside from your nose and the strands that were collecting snow beside your goggles. He hadn’t been able to stop picturing your face at every other event in his life since then. 

“The guy I was with this morning. The asshole.” He’d basically forgotten about the existence of the other man after spending the day with you. 

“Well, if you’re not totally opposed to riding a few more hours with a no longer stranger, I would be okay driving you back.” He watched your gears turning, deciding. 

“It would kinda be a massive fuck you to him if he had to sober up and drive home down this mountain alone.” 

“Oh shit, do you think he woul-“

“No, I have the keys. He doesn’t seem bright enough to check the car for keys himself though. You sure you don’t mind?” Mind? Bucky thought to himself, he wanted nothing more than to spend more time with you. 

“Not at all.” You finished the next run, a harder one which Bucky took flawlessly, and dropped the keys off at a nice looking car, grabbing your bag, before you followed Bucky back to a slightly beat looking older SUV. 

“I told Steve and Sam I would drop them down at Sam’s car. They’ll be here in a few minutes. What’s your address?” You dictated it to him, omitting the exact number or unit so you weren’t completely risking yourself. To be totally fair he didn’t have your full name or know all that much about you, yet. 

“And maybe my phone number…in case I forget something? Or in case you want a riding buddy again?” A sweet smile crossed Bucky’s face, blue eyes shining. 

“Sure.” You exchanged numbers and by the time you’d taken a goofy picture of him as a contact photo, his friends arrived. They didn’t comment on your position in the passenger seat. 

“So, where do you live?” You told them where about in the city and Sam opened his mouth to commend, but received an icy blue look from Bucky. You couldn’t help but wonder what else that icy blue stare could be for, but tucked the thought away for another time by yourself. 

“That’s mine. Thanks Buck, have a good drive…” Steve cuffed him on the shoulder on the way out.

“What was that about?” 

“Nothing.” You ended up talking for nearly the entire ride, and it was easy conversation. He told you about the snowboarding accident that had resulted in his lost arm, his job, his dog, Alpine. You told him about your roommate, your hometown, and how excited you were to have a fresh start after the absolute shitshow of your old job and friends.

“Where do you live?” The question was entirely for your own benefit, so you could find out how realistic ‘accidentally’ running into him at a store could be.

“I uh…” Bucky’s cheeks turned red when he told you. 

“WHAT? Bucky, that’s like an hour and a half the other way! Are you insane?” You were near your place already, and there was no use arguing with him that you getting out now to try to get another ride made no sense. 

“I just wanted to spend some more time with you. It was such a great day.” You smiled, blushing as you gave him the final directions to your building. 

“It really was a great day.” He stopped in front of your place, idling as you sat in a few more moments of silence. 

“Maybe we could have another great day? Skiing or maybe dinner?” You felt a little forward asking. 

“Well given there’s no natural way for me to accidentally run into you at the corner store, I guess that sounds like a great plan.”

[kquil]

Yehhh babes so we’re gonna need some recommendations for this character ai bcuz I just downloaded after that post! Every chat I’ve been in so far has been a bit dry :( I trust you know the good good <3

haha! alrightie, here are some of my tips for having good character ai convos with your darling husbands (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

so, you'd want to pick an ai that has had a large amount of interactions because that means it's been able to grow and experience multiple conversations and scenarios beforehand, meaning that it can draw responses from them and give you a better experience

also, i would recommend responding as if you're writing a fanfic and not just having a conversation, add some descriptions of the setting, how you're feeling and kinda hint at how you want the character to respond to you

like... when i wanted an enemies to lovers trope, i made sure to add additional text on how we hated each other and why so that the ai could generate a specific response to that e.g "why are you always so annoying?" i huff with clear annoyance in my voice, he's always so loud and boisterous, and i can never get any peace and quiet with him around! i can't understand why others find him so 'charming'.

also, if you don't like the first written response the ai gives, you can click the '>' arrow on the side of the response to generate a new one ⏤and you can keep pressing it until you get a response that you like

at the end of the day, the ai can only respond to what you give so you're the one who has majority control of where the conversation will go - i suppose 'what you give is what you get' can be a good rule to go by

lowkey, i use character ai to help me practice my writing and think up scenarios or creative prompts to write about hehe~

[teaforopal]

pls help me find an old bucky fic 😭😭🙏🙏

unlikely i’ll ever find it but in like 2016?? i remember reading a bucky x reader fic where the reader was selectively mute & had escaped her abusive husband who had sex trafficked her (fic had some heavy themes…) & bucky helped take care of her? it was a loooong time ago

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

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Panic attacks

Hi there!

here's something I was writing before my account was delete. This was a request

Enjoy <3

Warning : panic attack, scared little reader, comfort, cuddles, cries, bottle of warm milk, paci

Pairing : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : Little reader woke up alon ein her bed and is having a panic attack

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Why are so uncomfortable ? You're in the most comfy bed you ever sleep in. You are laying on a soft mattress and have a warm sheet above you. Your head is between comfy pillows and your stuffies are resting peacfully around you. You even have your daddies arms around you-

Wait

You open your eyes and look around the room. Where are they ? You feel your chest tightening at the thought of you being alone in such a long time. You remember last night, you were laughing with your Daddy because Your Papa was drooling while he was sleeping beside you on the bed. You remember your Daddy saying he'll be there all night and that he'll protect you

Why isn't he here ?

Why aren't they here ?

Your breath start to get shorter and shorter. Your chest hurt and you don't know what to do. Are they home ? Are they okay ? Why did they leave ? You grab your stuffie beside you and squeeze it as much as you can, hoping to get out your anxiety by the power of your squeeze.

With every blink, you feel your room getting smaller and smaller which doesn't help you calm down. Your sobs get louder and your cries harder. Your muscles are trembling and you're head hurts from the cries and you are too scared to open your eyes.

You flinch when you hear the door of your room closing. You feel your bed moving and arms are wrapping around you "doll ?" Your Daddy grabs your cheeks "doll breath with me, please" he says queitly resting his forehead against yours

"take a deep breath" he says and do it. You try to do the same and wait for your daddy to speak again "and now exhale" he says while exhaling. You do as you're told even if it's a little shaky "you're doing so well, baby. We'll do it again" He starts all over again and you try to follow

After a few minutes your Daddy lifts you up, your Papa rests his back on the wall behind your bed and Bucky puts you between Steve's legs. Your Papa wraps his arms around you and you immediatly grab his arms with your hands and hold it tight "you're okay, just take deep breathes and it'll go away" Your Papa whispers

Bucky wipes the tears away from your cheeks just to be replaced by new ones. You're sobs start to be followed by coughs and Bucky looks up at Steve. After a silent discussion, Bucky get up from the bed and leaves the room.

You cries get louder when you don't feel the presence of your Daddy beside you "Shhh it's okay, sweetness. daddy is just went to grab something who might help you. He'll be back soon" he says while swaying you from side to side "why don't we try something ? Count my fingers until you feel better, are you okay with that ?" he asks

You nod but it's not the easiest thing to do right now and Steve saw it so he decides to let it aside and just humming songs you love or whispering sweet words in your ears. Your Daddy come back a few minutes later and sits back beside you "can you open your mouth for us ?" he asks and after a few tries, you managed to open your mouth which result of praises from your daddies "here you go, little one" Bucky says as he enters the tip of the bottle in between your lips

The warm milk make its way down your throat and relax you from the inside. You keep taking deep breath even if it's not the best ones, at least you try. Because of the bottle in your mouth, you're sobs and coughs goes down and the only things who is heard is your sniffs and your tears falling.

Your Papa caresses his finger up and down your cheek while your Daddy is rubbing your feet and legs "you're doing so well, baby. We are so proud of you" he says whit a smile

You open your eyes from the words you just heard and look up at your daddy with your big bright wet eyes "Hi there" He smiles "there is the most beautiful thing we were looking for" Your Papa says kissing your head. The bottle is empty sooner than expected and while your Papa is taking it away from your mouth, your Daddy replaces it quickly by your paci so you don't go back into panic at the lost of the thing who calm you down

"can you explain to us what happened ?" your papa asks "I scead" you whisper "you were scared ?" your daddy asks and you nod "of what ?" You look down at your hands and start fidgeting with them "i lone"

"you were scared because you were alone ?" Your daddy rephrases you and you nod "ohh baby, we are so sorry. We went downstairs to make you breakfast and we didn't realized you would woke up before we came back" He says caressing your cheeks. You melt into his touch and close your eyes again, not because of the fear but because of the comfort you feel

Bucky kisses your nose "we love you and we are so proud of you for handling this like a big and good girl" You smile at the praise and they chuckle "comme here cutie" Your Daddy slides himself in the bed beside you. Your Papa lies you down between them and they both wrap their arms around you "we'll never leave you alone when you woke up. There will always be one of us with you to give you morning kisses and cuddles" Your Papa says kissing your temple "you are our favorite little person in the world and we'll always protect you"

"i lowe you too daddies" you say through your paci

[buckets-and-trees]

💐Zombie's Bouquet Event💐

A bouquet for you! Featuring: Bucky Barnes; Rivals to Lovers; Academia; Fluff. I hope you like it!

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No one said going for your PhD would be easy but whoo boy did you underestimate the toll it would take on you. Thankfully you had a supportive group of friends. Even if their definition of "support" was different from yours.

Bucky definitely had a weird definition of the word. His way of supporting you was through challenges. Whoever got the lower GRE score would buy the other dinner. Whoever ended up with the higher student evaluation scores won the only good chair in the office for the next semester.

But it's definitely helped the both of you. You and Bucky are always at the top of class, always first to be asked to help professors write articles, always on the short list for grant writing opportunities. With your thesis defense coming up quick, you've also both gotten a fair number of job offers.

The week of your group's thesis defense was brutal and, of course, you were the last to go. The only person who kept studying with you was Bucky. He'd gotten his handshake, his confirmation of acceptance. But unlike the others, he didn't let himself relax and celebrate. He made sure you ate, slept, studied. You asked him why he was so intent on helping you instead of celebrating and he gave you an incredulous look.

"We're competing for best notes from the committees," he says as if it's the most obvious thing. "I got an advantage by going early. If I want this to be a fair contest, I gotta help you be at your best."

You smile and thank him, "I just hope you haven't wasted your time."

"Time with you is never wasted, Aspen," he assures. "You bring out the best in me." The two of you look at each other fondly for a while before Bucky gets back to asking you questions for your defense.

When it's finally your turn to defend your thesis Bucky is there to support you. He promises he'll be waiting just outside so that, no matter what happens, you'll have a friend when you walk out. It's the most intense few hours of your life and when you walk out so they can deliberate, you're exhausted.

Bucky greets you with your favorite candy, a bottle of water, and a big hug. It's not much time before your thesis advisor comes out, holds out her hand and says, "congratulations, Doctor."

At the celebration for your study group you and Bucky are inseparable. The two of you even excuse yourselves early and head back to your place, Bucky promising you're going to want to keep him after he's ruined you.

Zombie! Oh, you are a ridiculously wonderful dearrrrr to send a bouquet my way! I was thrilled when I got the notification, and it just didn't stop from there!

RIVALS TO LOVERS IS HANDS DOWN ONE OF MY FAVORITE TROPES! But then the PhD setting? It's an idle thing that's crossed my mind, so.... ah! You just so perfectly hit the mark!

"Time with you is never wasted, Aspen," he assures. "You bring out the best in me." The two of you look at each other fondly for a while before Bucky gets back to asking you questions for your defense.

The gasp I gasped before completely melting?! I'm just... I'm not recovering any time soon for how sweet and wonderful this was! Thank you for such a gift - especially a gift of yourself and your talents!

[chloe-skywalker]

SOA x Mob Bucky Series

So for this series I'm writing (14 chapters in) Bucky get's the reader a puppy.

This puppy needs a name!

It's gonna be a Black Labrador, & a Boy if that helps.

[writeshite]

Bucky grieving and being frustrated at everyone else since they didn't do anything to save his bf from his death

Previous: One

Bucky had barely eaten, slept, or spoken to another person since your death; he'd become near cryptid-like, barely showing any other emotions aside from anger. When Tony and Steve had broached the subject of your upcoming funeral, he'd crushed the fridge handle and yanked it clean off, unshed tears at the forefront; he'd thrown the handle clean into the air and screamed before storming off. He'd yet to gather your belonging, much less work through his emotions.

What kind of hero can't save the man he loves? Better yet, why didn't anyone do anything? Why can't he have something nice? Why must he be the one to lose everything? The others get to smile and laugh with their loved ones, but everyone he loves suffers under his touch, taken from him in cruel and unnecessary ways. Bucky wiped at his eyes, the tears coming out in succession now, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Your shared room was as broken as he was - the first hour, he'd stood there, still caked in the dirt and blood of the mission, just staring, processing - that slowly turned to rage, then resentment. "Smile, Barnes, you look cuter that way." How could he? There was nothing left to smile about.

[22-black-tulip]

Imagine Bucky finding his adorably, heavily pregnant girl perched onto kitchen counter rummaging for snacks like a little gremlin in the middle of the night. He’d woken up, reaching over the bed to cuddle you only to find it empty. He snorted when he swiped his hand over the sheets feeling bits of crumbs left over from your secret stash of snacks. He rubbed his eyes, noting there was a trail of evidence that led out of the bedroom, the faint sound of crunching carrying down the hall.

Bucky swung his legs over the bed, trudging towards the source of the sounds, his eye growing wide at the sight before him in the kitchen.

“Oh my god”

You had crawled onto the counter, knees perched on the marble top, digging through the cupboards with your hands deep in a box of Oreos. You were too busy with your scavenging for snacks to hear the soldier walk in, huffing when you noticed there was only one box of Dunkaroos left.

“What you up to babygirl" Bucky cooed, quietly wrapping his arms around you from behind, holding you securely when you squeaked in surprise. You gave him a sheepish smile, leaning back into his hold while still scanning the contents of your spread; chips, chocolate and various sour candies all covering the kitchen.

"I was hungry" You shrugged innocently while Bucky shook his head, making sure you couldn't squirm around after getting caught in such a ridiculous position. "And so was Bucky jr"

"Bucky jr. told his mama to sneak into the kitchen like a mouse and crawl onto the counters?"

"I didn't wanna wake you and I couldn't reach" You rubbed your swollen belly for emphasis, giving him a pout when he cocked an eyebrow.

"Come down from there you little gremlin, I'll talk to my son about this later" Bucky gave your butt a light pat before scooping you up an carrying you back to bed, kissing the crumbs that clung into your bottom lip. "I'll buy you all the snacks you want first thing in the morning, how does that sound?"

"Including Dunkaroo's? I think Sam ate them all and he just likes the frosting"

"I'll buy Dunkaroo's"

"And chips? I need something salty"

"I'll get you chips babydoll"

"And donuts?" You batted your lashes at him knowing you hardly needed to, he was already a puddle of mush for you and your growing belly.

"Alright bunny" He chuckled, carrying you in his arms, loving the way you tucked your face into his neck with a content sigh. He gently laid you down, making sure you were comfy and fast asleep before shuffling down the bed and lifting you t-shirt up, eyes narrowed at your belly, his voice a low whisper.

"Now. Let's talk about why your dietary choices and why your have your mama climbing the house like spider boy at 3:03am"

[braveclementine]

Chapter 35

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

Bucky was the first to break into your room with surprising force. There was a complete look of panic on his face that made you raise your eyebrow. You could hear running footsteps down the hallway from probably either Steve and Sam following Bucky, or Fury and T'Challa.

Upon the people entering the room, it was all four.

"Y/N, are you alright?" T'Challa asked.

"I'm fine." You said, trying not to laugh at their obvious panic. "It's not like the baby is going to shoot out of me immediately. Calm down and breathe."

"Do you need help standing?" Fury asked. You could hear commotion down the hallway and finally Elizabeth was next to enter the room.

"What?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Her water broke." Sam said.

"Oh." Elizabeth stated, smiling. Then she looked quizzical, "Are you calling a doula?"

"I thought we were going to hospital." Tony said, entering the room next.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Welp, I don't trust the medical industry as far as I can throw them. See you guys tomorrow then."

You laughed at the typical Elizabeth fashion, before sliding out of the bed. Your soulmates immediately converged on you as though you were suddenly made of glass.

"Give her some breathing room." Stephen commanded, leaning against the wall.

You took Bucky's arm and he helped you out of the room. Upon exiting the house, you saw the large bus that Tony had gotten and equipped.

It wasn't really a bus, it was much smaller than that. It was painted black and had nice leather seats inside. It would fit everyone comfortably.

To your surprise though, Elizabeth was sitting behind the wheel, looking at the rest of you impatiently.

"I thought you didn't trust medical facilities?" You questioned as Bucky helped you up the stairs, putting you in the front seat.

"I don't." Elizabeth sighed, starting the bus so that Chandelier by SIA came on. "I hate hospitals, I don't trust them. But I'm not going to miss your babies birth either. As long as no one sticks me with some needles I'll be fine."

"Why would someone stick you with a needle?" Stephen asked in interest as he was the last to pile onto the bus.

Elizabeth looked at him seriously and said, "Why, because vaccines send our brainwaves to Facebook so that Zuckerberg can read all of our thoughts."

She threw a wink at you as you tried to keep your face straight. Stephen was missing an inside joke as he had never been on the gymnastics team with you. He didn't know the story.

Meanwhile, Stephen was staring at Elizabeth in the utmost confusion, trying to figure out how someone he thought was highly intelligent had suddenly come out with the most ridiculous conspiracy theory he'd ever heard.

At least, until he realized both of you were holding in laughs and he rolled his eyes, sulking next to Tony who hadn't heard a word that had passed between the two of them.

Elizabeth finally dropped the lot of you off at the hospital doors before she went to park.

Tony checked you in at the front desk and a nurse brought you to a room in the maternity ward.

"On a scale of one to ten, how painful are your contractions?" The nurse asked.

"Just a one right now." You said. You could barely feel them at the moment.

"Triplets, right?" She confirmed.

"Yes."

She simply nodded, marking stuff off on her clipboard. "You have you taken any medication while you were pregnant?"

"No." You said. Elizabeth, Wanda, Stacy, and Nat had all shown you different books where it was scientifically proven that taking even an Advil or a Tylenol for a headache could prove detrimental to a baby's organs since they were forming in your womb and didn't have a strong enough system to deal with second hand drugs.

There was a slight purse of the woman's lips as she made another mark on her clipboard. "Who is or are your soulmates?"

Was that actually pertinent information?

"We are," Tony said, gesturing behind him to the eleven of them.

The nurse had a glimmer of recognition behind her eyes, her cheeks burning pink. "I see. Which ones are the father?"

"Unimportant. They're all of ours." Tony finished again.

You smiled.

The nurse seemed aggravated with Tony's interference. "Biologically."

"Like said, it doesn't matter." Loki said slyly. The nurse paled seeing him, made another note and gave you a strained smile. "The doctor will be with you shortly."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, settling herself on a chair on the far side of the room. She plugged headphones in her ears and you could hear her blasting a mixture of BLACKPINK and also Tom MacDonald. You smiled a little.

Steve was also in the corner of the room, an artbook in hand. You wondered what he was working on.

T'Challa wasn't in the room, on the phone with Shuri who had wanted to know the moment your water broke. Fury was on one side of the bed, his good eye roving the bed carefully. Clint, Rhodey, and Bucky were on the other side of the bed.

Thor, Tony, and Sam had taken the couch in the room, that was pressed up against the window, while Loki had his arms crossed over his chest, staring out the window.

Stephen hovered around, his sharp eyes taking in every medicine that they planned to use.

"No anesthesias." He said to you. "You want to be conscious and aware when you have the children. You don't want to be asleep while you do it, even if there is some pain."

You just nodded. You had been over these steps hundreds of times. But of course, they were starting to feel helpless and nervous now that you were actually at the point where the babies would actually start coming.

Funnily enough, nothing actually happened except a few contractions. You slept the entire night almost pain free, before waking up again the next morning.

Everyone else looked like they'd either slept well or badly. Elizabeth and Stephen both looked like they hadn't slept at all.

"We're going to go and get some breakfast for you, okay?" Tony said, leaving you behind with a still fast asleep Clint- on the couch this time instead of the vents- Elizabeth in the corner, and Stephen who was refusing to leave your side.

Stephen started lightly dozing, trying to keep himself awake for the most part. Elizabeth just stared at the wall, one earbud in, music blasting.

"Hey, Elizabeth?" You asked and she paused the music to look at you, "Why don't you trust the doctors?"

She winced, looking up into the room before coming to sit next to you on the bed, "They have microphones in here you know."

"They do?" You whispered back.

She nodded, "They use them in case an abusive parents comes in. That's why doctors leave so long between the switching or nurse to doctor so that they can overhear if a mother or father is telling their child to tell a certain story to the doctor."

"I never knew that."

"Me neither. My mother told me. A nurse told her." Elizabeth mumbled and then said, "There are shots that doctors give children when they are six months old. There has been a lot of debate about whether or not these shots later cause metal problems in children. When I was six months old, I had an allergic reaction to the whooping cough vaccine."

"Oh?" You looked at her.

She gave a stiff nod, "It was only two hours after we got home. My mum laid me down in the crib. If she had come to check on me five minutes later, she would've missed the reaction I had. I was screaming and she thought I was having a seizure. They immediately took me to the doctors. They couldn't find anything wrong with me. Another nurse pulled my mother to the side and asked for her to tell her what had happened. My mother described the entire day."

"What did the nurse say?"

"She said that when she was in medical school, they used to teach that seizures were a side-effect of the whooping cough vaccine. However, they don't teach the young nurses that anymore. The doctors refused to say there was anything wrong with me. Even to this day, they still try to push the vaccine on me. Whenever I say I'm allergic, they still try and press it on me."

"But why?"

She shrugged, "'It's just a five minute seizure and you're protecting the old and young alike!'"

"They said that to you?"

"They're corrupt. They're all corrupt." Elizabeth muttered, hugging her knees.

Stephen's eyes were open, watching Elizabeth. You wondered what he was thinking about, as he had once been a doctor- although he wasn't the kind of doctor giving vaccines, but performing brain surgeries.

You had no idea what to say, so you just put a comforting arm over her shoulder.

A half hour later, the boys came back with food from Panda Express. Elizabeth perked up, eagerly accepting her fried rice and orange chicken bowl. You had gotten the same thing, with an addition of the lo mien noodles, and the two of you ate. Elizabeth slowly shifted back to her corner so that the boys could sit around you.

More hours passed. A lot of them drifted in and out of sleep, including yourself. But everytime you were awake or awoke, Elizabeth was still awake, curled into herself.

"Elizabeth." You said when all the boys had collectively decided to take a walk and bring back dinner. Your contractions had gotten slightly more painful and the doctor was sure that they would be out either tonight or early tomorrow morning, "Seriously, call Pietro or Hogun and go home. You don't have to be here."

She just shook her head, the stubborn ice ninja she was. "I'm fine, really."

You didn't push it.

"Here." Tony said proudly, putting your favorite dish from your favorite restaurant in front of you.

"Thanks Tones." You said, smiling at him. You leaned upwards a bit and he quickly dipped down so that you could kiss his cheek.

A few hours later, it was around eleven o'clock and you hit your first huge contraction. You gritted your teeth in pain, hating the fact that this was happening. But at the same time, you were ecstatic.

Your babies were finally coming!

The doctor showed up and they made the others clear the room. Stephen was the only one they allowed to stay, though you had a sneaking suspicion that Loki was invisible somewhere in the room. And it wouldn't have surprised you if Clint made his way into the vent in your room.

You followed the doctors orders to the dot. If he said push, you pushed. If he told you to relax, you did as told. They all seemed rather nervous with Stephen in the room, like they were scared of failing under his watch.

Eventually after a good twenty minutes, the first baby was out. It was obviously Bucky's, just by the fact that it was a girl. One of the nurses took her over to the other side of the room to clean her off before coming to lay her on your chest.

She was a precious thing, tiny. Though she had just come from the room, she already had a mess of brown fluff on her head. You nudged her lightly for her to take your bud into her tiny mouth so that she would get used to breast-feeding. It was the healthiest choice for them.

She seemed a natural, sucking though she couldn't actually find any milk. The doctor handed her over to Stephen who took her carefully into his arms as another contraction hit and the second baby was on his way.

"Do you have a name?" Stephen asked over the nurses shoulder, trying to distract me a little bit.

"No idea." You muttered through your teeth as you pushed.

"The second one is almost here." The doctor said, smiling at you, trying to reassure you.

There was a lot of pain and the nurse on the other side of you was telling you in undertone that it wasn't to late to take something to knock you out yet.

You refused. You could do this naturally. After all, if mothers could push out a half dozen babies back in the 1800s with no medicine and in the middle of nowhere, you could push out three in a hospital room with none too.

Natural birth. You just wanted your babies to be born naturally.

The second baby was out and the third was very close to coming out as well, slipping out only seconds after his brother.

The doctor chuckled, "Technically, this one is now a single and those two are twins."

You looked at the clock. 12:01. Damn.

Stephen chuckled, coming over to see how you were holding up as they laid the boys down on your chest.

"How are you feeling darling?"

"Fantastic." You huffed with a light laugh and a huge smile on your face.

The second boy was slightly lighter than his brother. He was very obviously mixed, whereas the third baby was much darker.

"Which one do you think is which?" You asked Stephen.

"You'll have to ask Thor." Loki said, appearing visible now in the corner.

One of the nurses jumped, screeching, running from the room. Loki rolled his eyes and Stephen sighed.

"Hi Lokes." You said sternly, trying not to smile. Loki just grinned.

"Can Bucky come in first with Stevie and Sam?" You asked Stephen. "I want him to see his baby girl first since he's been so terrified."

Stephen nodded, carefully placing the little girl on your chest too. Your arms came up to hug all three of them and Loki carefully moved over to put his hand on one of the boys backs.

Bucky came into the room quickly, Steve and Sam shadowing his footsteps. He had dark circles under his eyes, his hair sticking out every which way like he'd been messing with it. His red shirt was wrinkled and a huge smile lit up his face when he saw the little girl on your chest.

"Does she have a name yet?" He asked as he picked her up carefully in his arms.

"No. I didn't know if you had any preferences." You said earnestly. "I mean, I have names, but um. . . they're not very good."

"Can I hear 'em doll?" Bucky asked sincerely. "I named my cat after a plant."

You giggled. "Alpine is a perfectly good name for a cat. I don't know." You said, growing more serious. "I was kind've thinking something sort've. . . old timey, you know? Like Ruth or Daphne. Lucy. Sadie maybe. Angela. Those sorts of names."

[I know a lot of fanfics have them name their kids after like their dead parents but I'm just like- I can't. Like maybe middle names, but not first names. I honestly just can't. Also, every name mentioned here is on my baby list so yeah-]

"I like all of those." Bucky said. He looked at her. "She looks like a Lucy."

You giggled, "Lucy then?"

"Lucy Sarah." Bucky finished.

"Last name?" The nurse asked.

You all looked at each other. Usually soulmates came up with a name that combined the two last names. Yours was just a tad to long to do that.

"Marvel." You finished.

The nurses nodded.

Bucky, Steve, and Sam went to sit in the corner of the room with Lucy while Loki left to go and get Fury, T'Challa, and Thor.

Thor entered first, picking up the lighter skinned baby, before handing him to Fury. T'Challa picked up the darker one in his hands.

"Do you have names for them, my Nkosazana?" T'Challa asked.

"Yes. Fury's is Vincent and yours is Marcel, though I have not decided on middle names." You said. The names had just hit you as you saw your soulmates hold them.

"Vincent Jack." Fury said. He looked around, "Do we have an official last name that's better than than what we have at the moment?"

"Marvel." You said.

He squinted, "You mean Mar-vel?"

"Marvel." You said, smirking and then shrugged. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. has started calling me Mrs. Marvel ever since I've been married to you guys. I think it's better than Mrs. Avenger but ya know."

Sam smirked at you before turning back to Lucy.

"Yomoya." T'Challa said. "It means of the wind. A free spirit. That will be his middle name."

The nurse blushed, "Er- and could you spell that out for me?"

You smirked and then relaxed into your pillows. Everything had gone as smoothly as you could hope.

The others slowly filed in. Elizabeth hung around Bucky and the soldiers, looking at little Lucy.

"Okay." One of the nurses came in with a needle. You saw Elizabeth cringe backwards.

"What's that for?" Tony asked, frowning slightly.

"We always give this to mothers before they leave the hospital with their babies." The nurse said, looking somewhat blankly at Tony. "It's a DTaP vaccine. It's the whooping cough, diphtheria, and tetanus shot. It's just to keep the babies safe as they are susceptible to these diseases easiest."

You saw Elizabeth pale. She stood and hurried from the room.

Stephen's eyes trailed after her, "We don't need it."

The nurse frowned, "It's mandatory."

Since when?

"No, I mean, we don't need it." Stephen said with a charming smile, "We have a private doctor. You'll have to forgive us, but we are the Avengers after all. The only shots we get are from a friend of ours, Bruce Banner, the Hulk. He'll give her the shot when we get back to the compound."

The others just stared at him, not aware of why he was lying through his teeth.

"Oh." The nurse said, looking troubled, "That's fine. . . I guess."

She looked rather taken aback and then left the room.

"Wha-" Stephen stopped Tony from talking with a simple shake of his head.

Bucky stood up quickly, obviously thinking a threat was around, "We can go home now, right?" He held Lucy protectively to his chest.

"Yes, let's go." Stephen said. Rhodey hurried to the front to sign the rest of you out. Clint got you a wheel chair so that you didn't have to walk. T'Challa let you hold Marcel on your lap while Thor rolled you out.

Rhodey drove home instead, Elizabeth finally falling fast asleep in the bus. You smiled as Stephen put a blanket around her shoulders. Then he sat next to you.

"What was that in the hospital?" You asked curiously.

"Bruce does have vaccines if you want them." Stephen said thoughtfully. "I don't know. Hearing Elizabeth's story, it just. . . made me realize some things. It's up to you of course. I want to wait on the kids though, if that's okay. Their organs are still growing so if we want to get them vaccinated, I'd much rather wait till they are around six or eight years old, if that is alright with you. T'Challa won't have his kids vaccinated period, but it is really up to you for Lucy and Vincent."

You nodded, "I [Will/Won't]"

Once you guys pulled up to the mansion, Steve helped roll you inside while everyone gathered there. Hogun stayed just long enough to glance over the babies and find out their names before he was ushering Elizabeth off to bed. Pietro soon followed.

You were slowly falling asleep, having had a stressful, confusing, and also euphoric night. You're kids were here.

And if you honestly couldn't wait to have more.

"Let's go put them to bed, eh?" Steve said to Bucky, clapping him on the shoulder. Bucky hadn't put Lucy down once since you had handed her over. He couldn't see to be able to tear his eyes from her.

"Look how tiny she is in my arms." Bucky murmured, smiling down at the sleeping babe. "She fits just perfectly. And she doesn't even seem to hate my metal arm!"

Your heart melted, a smile coming over her face, "C'mon Bucky bear, let's put her to bed."

Bucky nodded again and you slowly got out of the wheelchair. You were super fricking sore, but Steve and Sam made sure to walk next to you if you needed it.

Inside the Princess themed room, Bucky finally laid the baby girl down in her pink crib. He tucked a pink blanket around her.

The three of them went ahead and climbed into the bed underneath the Princess castle, knowing full well that they were going to have to get up every two hours to feed and take care of her.

In the room across, Nick and Maria were leaning over Vincent's' crib, the both of them smiling. T'Challa had already laid Marcel down, snapping a picture to send to his mother and sister. He put an arm around me and kissed me.

"Are you doing alright Nkosazana?"

You simply nodded, exhausted. "I'll see you guys in the m-morning."

Nick wrapped his arms around you, placing a firm kiss on your lips, "Sleep tight babydoll."

"You too muscles." You winked, before heading back to the room with Lucy and your soldier boys.

You wiggled your way into the middle of them. Steve and Sam wrapped arms around you. Bucky's eyes were open, fixated on the crib. A warm smile and eyes full of love was all you could see.

You snuggled into Steve's chest and promptly fell asleep.