#Steve rogers x reader Apocalypse

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Time (D)rift 4

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, blood, violence, animal death, and possible other triggers. Warnings may not be explicit or exhaustive.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The end has come and gone as you keep waiting for your own. (Apocalypse AU)

Sister series to Edge of Time

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Note: I feel kinda off today but hope yall had a good holiday if you celebrated.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all. Take care. 💖

Your footfalls echo down the corridor, worn rubber treads on tramping over metal, the level beneath the walkway makes you dizzy as it haunts your peripheral vision. You walk with Bucky's rifle between your shoulder blades, prodding with that constant threat that lingers even without a barrel near. Keep going or die.

His steps clang louder than yours as he turns you down a bright hallway lined with long bulbs along the high ceilings. You hear another pair of boots, hurrying behind you, the call of your captor's name and jab against your back as he whistles for you to stop. Like an animal. You halt.

"Tony won't be happy," Rogers voice rumbles as the muzzle brushes your coat. 

"Like he wasn't happy about your little toy," Bucky scoffs, "what's it matter to you?"

"I'm just saying–"

"Steve, shut up, it's none of your business. Pretty hypocritical too, tell me what I can't do as you do the same-"

"I wasn't. I… my girl's a bit stir crazy. Especially with the leg. I'm just saying, might not be so bad to consider introducing them."

"Bit soon for that, lover boy," Bucky chortles, "I gotta get her broken in first," the rifle slides down your back and he pokes your butt, "ain't that right, kitten? You gonna purr for me? Just make sure you whine loud enough for Parker to hear."

"You shouldn't provoke him," Steve warns, "he's an ass when he wants to be."

"Exactly why I should. Let's go, kitty. I need to sit the fuck down."

Steve grumbles but you can't make out his words as Bucky herds you away, the gun pressed to your spine. Your heart pumps as your ears buzz. This could be your last chance, one last flicker of hope.

You spin and grab the barrel, facing it as you reach further up the gun, trying to dislodge it from his grasp. He grunts and twists the rifle away, a shot firing into the wall. You cling to it as he yanks, shaking you off before kicking you down to your ass.

"Cute, but I'm not gonna make it that easy— Steve, fuck off, I can handle her."

A sigh and once more the footsteps recede as you pant on the floor. You drop your head and slump your shoulders. Fuck. All you did was make him mad.

"Stand up. You don't want me to make you."

You shakily plant your foot and push yourself up. As you stand straight, he catches you around the neck and marches you backwards. You stumble and grasp his wrist as he stomps down the hall.

You struggle not to fall, held up on his strength as you scramble in reverse. He turns you suddenly, slamming you into the wall. He swings his rifle over his shoulder and flicks his knuckles against the wall. A panel opens and he scans his hand, a beep before the lock whirs and the door opens.

He hauls you away from the wall and shoves you through. You stagger and hit your knees again, scuffing over the floor and hitting the metal legs of a table. 

The door shuts as he strides around, unlocking a compartment with another scan of his palm. He disarms his rifle, tossing the ammo into the bottom of the closet and hanging the rifle with an array of weapons. The door slides closed and secures with a loud click.

"Did I misread things?" He begins as he unwinds his scarf, "did you want to go with Parker?"

You sniff as you watch him peel off his hat and gloves. He pays you little attention, unbothered by your lack of answer. He stops as he unzips his coat and looks at you.

"It's not that cold in here, baby cakes, well, you seem kinda frigid but we can get you warmed up."

You stare as he removes his coat, slinging it over the rack near the door. He rolls his shoulders and tilts his head side to side, a crack coming from the release of tension.

He growls as he bends to unlace his boots. You can't move. You're trapped in disbelief, in denial of where you are, of what's happened. Maybe Peter is a better option but it's too late for all that. Besides, there's no good choice to be made, if any at all.

He nears and you wince as he grabs the front of your coat. He lifts you to your feet, your legs wobbling dangerously as he holds you by the collar and tears off your hat. Next, he unlashes your scarf and drops it to the floor. He splits your zipper roughly and pushes your sleeves down your arms, jerking you with his disregard.

"Hard to get a picture of ya with all that," he throws the coat to the floor and you step back on your heel, "eh, not slim pickings."

You grimace in disgust as he brings his hands to your chest and squeezes. You try to bat him away and he shoves you, sending you crashing into the edge of the metal table. You cry out as it smashes into your spine and sends waves through your muscles.

"Don't fuck with me," he snarls, "I told you, I can be nice but if you want mean, we can get fucking mean."

"Why–"

"Doesn't matter, does it? I gotta drive half a day to get my dick wet, Steve's here with a piece on call. I don't even need a reason. Maybe I'm just that fucked up. Maybe I don't like you. Maybe I do? Maybe it's just to fuck with the kid… maybe I like to break pretty little things." He grabs your chin and makes you look at him, "maybe I can't get the thought of you bawling as you bounce on my dick outta my head? Either, any, none. Don't fucking matter."

"Please," you beg.

"Please," he mimics, "I hear another fucking word and I'm gonna put you in a goddamn crate and leave ya there to think about how goddamn dumb you are. So be a good kitten and get undressed. You smell like dead squirrel."

He strips you down. You can't do anything to stop him and stand in humiliation as he peels away layer after layer. You stare at the ceiling as he pares you down to nothing more than the weak human lost to this world.

You quiver and cross your arms, squeezing your legs together as he inches away. He strips his own clothes, leaving a trail of denim, wool, and cotton as he crosses the room. He stops at a door, hitting some unseen switch so it slides open on its own. Another whistle and a flick of his fingers. 

You move, slowly, bogged down in the sludge of your existence. The dread was the first thing you learned to live with, you'd almost forgotten it. Its return sinks you like a stone.

The shower thrums and sprays to life inside the clear booth. Steam rises as the water spatters off the tile and Bucky's back racks as he flexes his arms. The vibranium strips that shape his left constrict and make a subtle noise. The scars along his shoulder are mottled and rigid, others mark his back lower down, little slices, and new bruises.

He points without a word and shifts to the side, shameless as he's naked and half-aroused. You step past him and grip the edge of the glass door framed in metal. You close your eyes as the water cascades over you and he follows, closing you in with him, the gliding door grinding in your ears.

He presses himself to your back and you whimper. You squeeze your eyes tight and ball your fists. He leans into you as he reaches around you, the click of plastic jars you. He stays close, the heat of his body mingling with the steam. 

You wince as he drags the rough loofa down your back, spreading lather over you. You let out a squeak at the unexpected touch. He scrubs you methodically, ordering you to lift your arms and turn to his will. You can help but ease into the ritual, your last shower cold and quick, barely cleansing.

He scrubs himself in turn, then washed his hair, scratching free dirt and dry skin from his scalp. The scent of the soap is pleasant and you breathe it in deeply. A moment of peace before it must break again. 

He comes close again, turning you with him as he sidles around you in the tight space. He cranks off the faucet and directs you to the door. You face the glass and draw it open, stepping out ahead of him. He trails you and takes the towel from the rack and drapes it over your shoulders.

"I'm going to be real honest, kitten," he yawns and you glance over as he wipes the fog from the mirror and looks at his reflection, "I'm tired as shit from chasing you around. Otherwise, I'd have you bent over my knee… or something else. I can tell you're half out of it too so why don't we save anymore moping for tomorrow."

You gulp and look down at the mat beneath your feet.

"Sleep, kitten."

You nod and dry yourself with the towel as he leans on the sink and watches you. You pat your skin with the cotton from head to toe and stand, looking at him as his eyes follow your movement. He points to the bar to hang the towel.

"Bed's on the other side," he tilts his head towards the door, "I'll catch up with you."

❄️

It’s hard to enjoy the soft cushion of the mattress with the presence beside you. The looming danger snoring with his arm around you. Not an affectionate gesture, no, another safeguard. You can’t move without rousing him. So you don’t and hide behind your eyelids.

You drift beneath the surface and back up, each time you open your eyes, the nightmare proves true. The chill lingers in your bones, shiver rippling through you. You pull the blanket snugger and Bucky shifts against you, his heat cozy despite the discomfort of his proximity.

His fingers tickle your side as his arm brushes your skin. Your nakedness is a promise. Exposed to him for whenever he chooses to make you suffer. He groans and wiggles even closer, his breath tickles your cheek and neck. You stiffen and hold your breath.

“Your heart is racing,” he pulls his arm back and taps above your tit, “I can hear it, you know?”

“Sorry, I–”

“Sorry? Because you’re scared? You should be,” he cups your tits and rolls his thumb around your nipple, “you never went to the Row,” he pushes himself up on his elbow, watching you through the darkness as he continues to toy with your ridged bud, “but I saw you around…”

“You don’t remember me–”

“Don’t I?” He bends over you and you wince. He looms over your chest as he fondles you, “the quiet one peeking out from under that scarf, hiding in plain sight. I learned to watch for that type, to pick them out…”

You lay still. You both know there’s no use in fighting, he doesn’t need to repeat the fact. His tongue flicks around your nipple and he takes the bud between his teeth, nibbling gently as he suckles. A twinge plucks inside you, a heat without true warmth. Instinct without interest.

“You cried when that other one died. The one they found under the rubble–”

“Stop,” you hit his hand without thinking. He recoils and grabs your wrist, gripping until you whimper. “I’m— sor–” You whine, “please don’t talk about her.”

“Ah,” he lets his fingers walk down your stomach, “she was someone to you. We’re all just no one now.”

You grit your teeth. He doesn’t get to know who she was. Doesn’t get to know her name. She’s still your sister, they took her from you.

“I lost all my someones long before the world turned to ice. They scrambled my brains good so I didn’t even realise until I woke up to this shitfest—” he slips his hand down, tracing the angle of your pelvis as you tremble, fingers curling into the wrinkles of the sheet below you. 

“Goosebumps…” he says as he feels them rise, “the adrenaline’s coursing and you’re thinking, what is he gonna do to me first? Maybe he’ll be nice,” he pauses and pinches your thigh, “maybe he’ll let me cum first?”

You cringe and shut your eyes tight and he forces two fingers against your cunt, “maybe he’ll get me off with his hand so I’m ready for him. Not likely he’ll use his mouth, even if he likes the taste. Even if he knows it’s sweet…” his voice scratches low in his throat, “or maybe he’ll turn me over and hold my head against the pillow. Break my back so I can’t fight, can’t run away… or maybe he’ll skip all that and go for my ass.”

You puff out air through your throat as he retracts his hand, “but no, he’s gonna go get some breakfast because he hates fucking on an empty stomach.” He sits up and laughs, “and he likes to make me suffer…”

❄️

He gives you a shirt. That’s it. It’s more than you expect.

You pace for a while after he leaves. Breakfast. Probably not for you. You’re not that optimistic. If anything, you’re wearing his one good deed for the day.

You sit at the table and fold your hands, fidgeting, picking your nail, and examining the dry lines across your palms. The skin is still chafed, even after wearing gloves, you feel the effects of the cold. It could’ve been over out there. They say it’s like going to sleep. Lay down and let the temperature set in.

The malaise cracks as you’re torn back to the present. You look over as you hear the beep but the door doesn’t shift. There’s some noise, you’re not sure what, like scratching, another beep and the door opens.

It’s not Bucky. You stand up, shifting the table with the motion. You stay behind it as you stare at the unexpected visitor. Peter smirks at you as he enters.

“Oh, sweetheart, look at you,” he says, “it’s just me… has he been cruel?”

You gulp as he glances around. He seems amused as he does, tugging at the single sleeve of Bucky’s jacket hanging from the rack.

“Or he’s soft on you? Who wouldn't be?” He faces you again.

“What are you doing here?”

“I could be nice. I would be,” he nears the table, “you know, it’s not called Parker Row for nothing. I make sure those women have something. Everything they need, really. I can still do that for you.”

You shake your head as he rounds the table and you move with him, keeping your distance. Something about him makes your skin crawl. She fell for him. You remember her saying the same thing. He’s nice, he’ll take care of me.

“He won’t want you here. He’ll be mad.”

“Tell me what he’s done.”

“Please, P– Sir,” you nearly tip over the leg of the chair, “if you don’t go–”

“You can go with me. I–” he stops and pats around his plaid jacket, feeling inside and pulling out a foil package. You recognise it. The chocolate bars were wrapped down at The Cannery, but you never got to taste them, “I brought you this. The whole thing, it’s yours. Really, I don’t mean you any harm.”

He offers the bar across the table and suddenly, it’s struck out of his hand. A blade carries it past him and pins it to the wall. You cry out and turn as Bucky stands in the doorway, a metal tray in hand.

“Kitten, take this so I can squash this spider,” he demands as he flexes his fingers, holding out the tray with his other hand.

You flit over and take the tray and back up. Bucky shoulders past you, nearly knocking the food from your grasp. You turn to watch him charge at Peter who easily evades him as he hops over the table and twirls around the bigger man.

“We were only chatting, Buck–”

“In my room? Get the fuck out you insect fucker,” Bucky’s fist misses Peter and hits the table, sending it back against the wall. “You slimy little bastard.”

“I was just being nice. Giving her something sweet–”

“I know you’re fucking tricks,” Bucky snarls and his foot comes just short of Peter’s ass as he leaps out the door.

“Not all of them,” Peter retorts, then a beep sounds as the door slides shut and Bucky’s boot hits the inside.

“Fuck!” Bucky barks as he plants his foot flat, puffing out as he puts his hand against the metal. He sighs and slowly looks over at you, “what did he say to you?”

“Nothing, I told him to go–”

“Sure you did, kitten, I’m sure you hissed at him real good,” he snips as he approaches, taking the tray gruffly, “if you sit pretty, you might get a few scraps.”

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #fic #dark fic #series #dark!fic #au #apocalypse au #time (d)rift #mcu #marvel #edge of time #steve rogers #peter parker #avengers #captain america #winter soldier

[imaginedreamwrite]

After The End

Pairing playlist

Summary: The world was ravaged by a disease that turned man to cannibalistic monsters. Decades after the first infected human, the United States is divided into four strongholds, factions.

Vindicet, Exitium, Pacifici, Serenitas the four factions led by Curtis Everett, Lloyd Hansen, Ari Levinson & Steve Rogers have come to leadership through one means or another, protecting the remaining streams of humanity.

A handful of women, later known as brides, are born immune to every past or future strain of the disease that ravaged the world. One woman from every faction is destined to marry the leader of another in order to help secure future immunity.

#Curtis Everett x reader #Ari Levinson x reader #Steve rogers x reader #Lloyd Hansen x reader #apocalypse au #zombie apocolypse au #zombie apocalypse #Curtis Everett x reader fluff #Ari Levinson x reader fluff #Steve rogers x reader fluff #Lloyd Hansen x reader fluff #after the end series #after the end #after the end masterlist

[marvelcriminalhoe]

The Great War Masterlist

Steve Rogers x Reader Zombie Apocalypse AU

“ I vowed not to fight anymore, if we survived the Great War”

Summary: Some called it the end of time, others the zombie apocalypse, but most people called it the Great War— the living vs the dead. At first, that’s how it was split, only two sides fighting. But as the years drew on, the lines began to blur and the world became even more dangerous. When a new group makes itself known in your area, it’s your job to decide if they can be trusted or not. Especially when tragedy seems to strike and a fight against more than just the walkers is on the horizon.

Chapter 1: Pirates

Chapter 2: Strangers

Chapter 3: Neighbos

Chapter 4: Allies

Chapter 5: Friends

Chapter 6: Partners

Chapter 7: Fighters

Chapter 8: Lovers

Chapter 9: Survivors

#Steve Rogers x reader #Steve Rogers x reader au #steve rogers au #steve rogers #aaron hotchner fanfic #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fluff #Steve Rogers angst #apocalypse #apocalypse story #apocalypse au #zombie au

[moiravim]

The Sacrifice Chapter 1

Bucky Barnes x yn

Zombie Apocalypse au

Warnings: zombies, death (not yn or Bucky), weapons, mention of hydra, scary themes

875 words

@doingyourmom069 helped me write 💖💖

Only two years ago, the infection had started. It makes no sense that I'm one of the few people left alive.

There's not much to do other than walk around,hoping you'll find somewhere safe. Just in case I always have a weapon in hand.

I let out a gasp as I hear clanking footsteps somewhere near. I look around, searching for a lifeless creature, one we've been calling 'an infected'.

I see it in the corner of my eye. I sharply turn around to see it staring back at me. It quickly charges towards me. I run as fast as I can while creating a logical idea in my head.

I see a fence that most likely had belonged to an abandoned campsite. I jumped the fence and continued running, not realizing it had followed me inside.

Since when could zombies climb? It didn't matter because it was getting closer, and I was running out of time. I quickly pulled a long knife out and turned around, preparing to face the undead creature.

I stab it in the neck as it runs into me. Right when it's about to bite me, I hear loud gunshots. I look down at its lifeless body.

I quickly back away, turning around to seeing man my age staring back at me. He lets out an annoyed breath of air before shaking his head.

"Holy shit, thanks, man." I spoke, voice slightly trembling. In an attempt to catch my breathe I perch down. "Yeah sure, no problem. Were you bit?" He asks in a serious tone.

"No, I haven't been bit." I respond, sounding startled. I roll up my sleeves, showing him my arms to prove it. He seems to have believed it, so now I ask him a question. "Have you been bit?" My voice laced with suspicion.

"No if I was bit I wouldn't of saved your ass." He stated with annoyed eyes squinting slightly in the process.

After he finished taking the silence that took over was so awkward you feel yourself almost struggling to breathe, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Instead of letting the silence grow I choose to introduce myself. "So... I'm y/n, and you are...?" I look him in the eyes awaiting an answer. He responds "Bucky."

He dosent even attempt to smile so you figure you should at least attempt to crack a joke.He laughs loudly before returning back to his stotic self. I chuckle before asking "Have you eaten yet?" He responds "No I haven't, have you?" You answer "I haven't, let me cook dinner. I got some new supplies earlier today that I can use."

He goes to sit down on an awkward block of wood while I begin preparing the food. I pull out a gas burner and a soup pot I had recently found. Opening my backpack, I grabbed the grocery bag containing vegetables I had found just a few hours prior.

I had started making the broth last night, so now all I had to do was cook. I sit patiently, waiting for the food to finish. I turn my head to look at Bucky, preparing to ask him a question. "Can you look around the campground for some bowls? Maybe spoons?" I ask him slightly annoyed.

"Sure thing." He says in a ambitious tone. He walks away as I turn back around to continue cooking out food.

I hear the sound of someone stepping on leaves, I turn around to see him returning with a box filled with bowls, plates, and silverware. He helps pour the soup into each bowl before handing one to me. I grab a spoon, thanking him and then tasting the soup I prepared.

I begin attempting to spark up a conversation. "So... You've been traveling alone this whole time?" I curiously ask him.

"No. No, I haven't. Only for a month or so." He responded dismally. I nodded, showing sympathy for him. "What happened? If you don't mind me asking."

He looks at me with an annoyed face before responding, "My friends Sam, Steve, and I used to survive together. Sam... Sam's gone. Dead. After Sam's death, Steve and I had gotten separated."

I noticed tears starting to pour in his eyes so I decided to change the topic. "Me and my friend Natasha lived together when all of this started. We got separated, too..." He looks at me pitifully and rubs my shoulder, attempting to comfort me.

I slightly smile at him sadly, and he smiles back. "You can stay here for the night if you'd like." He offers.

"I'm leaving this site in the morning. You can choose to stay here or come with me." He adds before putting his finished bowl of soup down. I nodded, letting him know I heard and understood what he said.

When I finish eating, I begin to get ready for bed, laying down on my sleeping bag, I almost immediately feel a wave of exhaustion hit, practically passing out right when my head hits the sleeping bag.

A/N: This first chapter was sm fun to write 🤣🤣 I already have chapters 1-6 planned so expect more parts coming soon!!

#marvel x reader #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #zombie apocalypse au #marvel zombies #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fluff #steve rogers #sam wilson #natasha romanoff #marvel #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel zombie au

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🎧Elle the Space Unicorn's Masterlist🎧

Reader inserts will have no descriptors, OFCs will be black and plus-sized(unless otherwise stated). I love being able to give girls/femmes who look like me the chance to romance some of their faves.

🎧Bless my current muse...🎧

I love to write fanfiction. Right now, my main muse is Henry Cavill. But I also like some Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters (see below who I will write for - send prompts or requests to @ellethespaceunicorn HERE).

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Masterlist is under the Cut...

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

Scrapbook (finished)

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

Don't Take My Sunshine Away (possibly on hiatus)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

What Are You Doing, StepBro?

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader

Summary: You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader

Summary: Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Reader

Summary: Napoleon wines and dines.

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director's Cut] {DARKER FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader

Summary: A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Happy Birthday, Cupcake

Rating: General

Pairing: Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Treat Me Like A Slut

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Summary: August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Don't Take Your Eyes Off It

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader 

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!

Fifteen Minutes

Character: Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Pairing: Syverson x Reader 

Rating: Mature

Summary: When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Pretty As A Picture

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Something Old, Something New

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader

Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Oxytocin

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC

Summary: At a New Year's Eve party, Ransom Drysdale's life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.

My Little Strawberry

Pairing: Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Rating: Mature

Summary: A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach. 

Doing Something Unholy

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader

Summary: This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Praise You

Rating: General, pure fluff

Pairing: Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Shape-Up

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Cpt Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Summary: Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Follow-up to Shape-Up: My Little Strawberry

The Paganini Problem

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader

Summary: Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Power Play: After Hours

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader

Summary: What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

No Good Deeds

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Executive Temptation

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

Walter Marshall - Hobbies

Lloyd Hansen - Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep

Lloyd Hansen - What happens when reader starts dressing to match lloyd?

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Steve Rogers (Avengers films)

Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Nick Gant (PUSH)

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR CHRIS

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Charles Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Max (Sharper)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Lee Bodecker (The Devill All The Time)

Chris (Destroyer)

Justin Capshaw (Law & Order)

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Bright Like The Moon

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Don't Take My Sunshine Away

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[captnvbarnes]

➼ 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹’𝑺 𝑩𝑰𝑵𝑫 | (17+) 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

theme — mcu zombie au!

pairings — bucky barnes x fem!reader, steve rogers x fem!reader

warnings — graphic gore, language, angst, undead themes, apocalypse (twd inspired zombies), substance abuse, graphic violence, use of weaponry, cannibalism, slight fluff, smut, character deaths, forbidden love, slow burn, inspiration taken from twd universe

summary — the outbreak had happened as quick as the first bite. one, then two, then 1/3 of the population became 2/3’s. before any of the avengers could comprehend this threat, it overcame them with new york’s rising population becoming undead. bucky is your protector, not by choice but by chance he was there just in time to save you. you two flew the compound, leaving the life you knew. leaving your husband to rot. as you two grapple what this new world has become, everything became too much. the world depended on you guys to save them, but how could you save anyone now? and when the blood runs and the nights become colder, who will save you?

This story is best suited for a mature audience, so read at your own discretion.

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PROLOUGE

OUTBREAK DAY

RUN AWAY

LEAVE IT

FIRST GLANCE

THIS IS HOME?

ATHEN

TRIGGER BANG BANG

ASSISTANCE

CAMP HELLFIRE

SINNERS

MAROON SKY

STRAYING

I CAN’T GO ON WITHOUT YOU

GHOST IN THE WIND

A SHINY PEARL

WELCOME HOME

SAVOR THIS

IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE

RAPTURE

HOW ARE YOU GOING TO BREAK?

SAVE YOURSELF FOR SOMEONE ELSE

SALVATION

EPILOUGE

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[questionableratatouille00]

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

Summary: After an incident involving the Quantum Realm brings forth the Zombie Apocalypse, you are forced to comprise a team of survivors to reach Wakanda, the only human sanctuary left. But is the apocalypse really a great time to develop feelings for a Super Soldier?

Warnings: Themes of death, hurt/comfort, angst. Side/main character death?? (Not Bucky or Reader) Fire, violence. Let me know if I need to tag anything else!

Note: This very loosely follows the relative idea of the What If..? episode. Thank you to @buckylattes for sending me this idea!

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“This is day forty-nine since the apocalypse started. And Bucky and I may be the last survivors in the United States.”

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The sound of the leaves crunching under your feet filled the warm and crisp air as you trudged through the forest. Occasionally, a gentle breeze would blow through the air, which felt quite nice in comparison to the autumn warmth.

"So..Steve and Tony got in some kind of fight?" Bruce stuttered out, breaking the silence.

"Yep." You confirmed.

"And..the Avengers broke up? Like One Direction?"

"Yep."

“And then got back together?”

“Uh-huh.”

"And there are zombies now?"

"Seems like it." You sighed.

“And the Avengers are zombies, too?”

“Dr. Banner.” Okoye chided.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just—y’know, it’s—“

“Weird?” Peter Parker guessed, smiling softly. “Yeah. We know.”

You frowned at the kid’s statement. You, Bucky, and Peter were the only Avengers on Earth to not be affected. Or at least, to your knowledge.

“Go find the kid. We’re..we’re gonna need all the help we can get.” Tony had mumbled to you. Steve nodded, pursing his lips. 

“I’ll call Kate and Yelena,” Clint said, looking at Natasha. Wanda grasped Vision’s hand, looking up at him anxiously.

“Anyone know how to get in touch with Thor?” Steve looked up from his feet, arms crossed.

“That’s a negative, Captain Rogers.” Vision’s voice was smooth and neutral. “Mr. Odinson does not have a communication device to contact us.”

You gave Bucky’s right shoulder a friendly and comforting squeeze before you walked out of the room. You knew Peter’s address, you’d visited his apartment before with Tony. 

Before you knew it, Earth was basically gone. That was over a month ago. You’d quickly found fellow survivors and made somewhat of a team with them. Peter, Bucky, Okoye, some guy named Kurt, Sharon Carter, you, and John Walker. And now, Bruce Banner.

“We need to find a base,” Bucky said, just loud enough to be heard.

“Sergeant Barnes is correct.” Okoye agreed. “Nightfall is approaching.”

“Pete, where’s that camera thingy you recorded your video on?” You asked, looking back at him. He’d made a little movie on how to survive the apocalypse soon after you’d saved him from the hoard of zombies outside of his apartment. It was a cute video, though the circumstances weren’t exactly great, or even good. It would’ve made a good school project, though.

Part of it was about hygiene, and Bucky starred in that section, albeit unwillingly. Bucky hadn’t said anything, but you could see the discomfort on his face when Peter showed you all the finished product. Bucky had been in the shower, rotated in a way where you luckily couldn’t see anything. He’d been ambushed by Peter and Kurt, the latter being lifted off the ground by his own neck, which had Bucky’s metal fingers wrapped around it. In private, Bucky had hinted that he was uncomfortable with the clip, and you’d gone to talk to Peter about it without saying anything.

You’d explained to him that ambushing anybody, but especially a Super Soldier—particularly a traumatized one who also happened to be a veteran—in the shower was not cool. Peter had apologized profusely, going back and removing the clip. You’d asked him not to say anything to Bucky, knowing that Bucky wouldn’t have wanted attention to be brought to it.

You could tell by the way Bucky’s eyes flicked to you when Peter showed the clip to Bruce that he’d noticed.

“Oh—uh—here.” He said, pulling the small camera from a pocket before tossing it to you. You caught it with ease. The apocalypse was no place for a lack of hand-eye coordination. You tucked it in the front pocket of your backpack.

“Won’t that thing run out of battery?” Bruce questioned, and you chuckled. “No. Peter and Stark made it a while back. It runs on an extremely tiny arc reactor. I’ve been keeping logs of every day—sometimes twice a day—since two days after the apocalypse started. So..yeah.” Sometimes others would make them, but none were as detailed or formal as yours.

“Jesus Christ," Bruce mumbled out. "Oh. I just realized--I haven't properly met most of you. I'm Bruce." He stuttered, picking at his fingernails.

"John Walker, Captain America." The annoying blonde spoke up. You were surprised he hadn't already shoved that fact down Bruce's throat yet. Normally, he wouldn't shut his mouth.

"I'm sorry--what?" Bruce looked at you, brows furrowed, wanting to see if you were agreeing or not.

"Turns out the government really doesn't like their favorite child going against 117 countries. So they gave the title--and a non-vibranium dupe of the shield--to this asshole." You explained, rolling your eyes.

"Right.." Bruce processed. John looked like he was going to say something, before Bucky shot him a glare, silencing him.

"I'm Sharon Carter. Former SHIELD agent." Sharon introduced herself, and Bruce smiled at her. Peter, Okoye, Kurt, and even Bucky introduced themselves, but you mainly focused on choosing where to go.

For some reason, you ended up being the 'leader' of the group. Maybe it was because you found everybody, maybe it was because you were the one who'd been an official Avenger the longest.

"Where are we going?" Bruce questioned. He'd followed you and the rest of the group into the woods.

"Well, the end goal is Wakanda. Right now, we're somewhere in New York. Phones don't work, and we come across maps every so often. Unfortunately, it's not like people posted map-selling stands in the middle of forests. Public spaces aren't the best places to be anymore." You spun around to look at everyone, walking backward.

"Wakanda may be the last human sanctuary on Earth." Okoye filled him in. "Our force fields would prevent the..undead from ever reaching our people."

"You sure did pick an odd time to visit the States," Bruce noted.

"I swore an oath. My king disappeared along with the Avengers." She replied.

"Right." Bruce exhaled.

"There should be an old Avengers safehouse up ahead. We stayed there after that one mission in February last year." You nudged Bucky with your shoulder as he caught up to you. He nodded slightly, chewing on his bottom lip.

"You okay?" You lowered your voice, trying to at least make the conversation slightly private. He glanced at you, before giving you the smallest of shrugs.

"Come on, it should only be a little farther." You called over your shoulder, beginning to pick up the pace. The sun was going to set soon, and night was not a time to potentially fight zombies.

You breathed out a sigh of relief when you could finally see the safehouse in the distance. It was a cabin in the middle of the woods, which made it a great place to stay in an apocalypse, at least for a little while.

"There's two bedrooms, two bathrooms." You announced. You put the code into the tiny pad by the door, before stepping inside.

You let out a sigh as you set your backpack on the floor against the couch. Everyone else followed suit, John and Peter sitting on opposite ends of the old couch.

Deciding to raid the pantry and see what you had, you rubbed your hands on your face. You'd risked it and went to a grocery store a few days ago, all of you filling your bags with as many non-perishable food items as you could.

"Okay, there's peanut butter, canned corn, some dried fruit, rice, bottled water, some trail mix packs, and canned..pineapple." You listed off. "And then whatever we're carrying."

"You wanna go through it all?" Sharon asked, and you shrugged. "Not really. I'm fucking exhausted." You held your forehead in your hand, closing your eyes.

"I can do it if you want." She offered, and you nodded. "Okay. Thanks, Sharon. I'm going to shower." You told her, opening your eyes and lifting your head up.

"You should take one of the beds. No offense, but you look like you need it." She smiles slightly, and you groan. "Wow, thanks. And I'll be fine. One of you should take it."

"Y/n, take the damn bed. Share if you want. But you're sleeping in a bed tonight." She decides, and you're too tired to argue with her. You accept your defeat and sigh. "Fine."

"Wonderful. You and Bucky can share that room. Okoye and I will take the other one, and Peter can take the couch. Kurt, Bruce, and Walker will be fine on the carpet." She assured.

“How’s your leg?” She’d injured herself yesterday, falling from the roof of a one-story building.

“Hurts like a bitch, but I’ll be fine. And don’t try and distract me. Go shower.” She smiled at the end. It reminded you of Natasha, in a way. You missed Natasha dearly.

"Okay." You agreed finally, taking out any food you had in your bag before taking it to the bathroom with you. You had a few outfits, just enough for maybe three or four days, and then a pair of shorts and a tank top to sleep in. You could stretch that to a week and a half if you felt clean enough to not wash your clothes.

You showered quickly before getting dressed in your shorts and tank top, walking into a bedroom.

Bucky sat on the bed, messing with his dog tags. His hair was wet.

“How was your shower?” You attempted to strike up a conversation. He shrugged in response, clearly tired.

“Did Sharon finish seeing what food we have?”

“Yeah.” He bit his lip, looking down at his hands. “Do you think he’s alive?”

You nearly asked who ‘he’ was, but after a second you figured it out. “I..don’t know, Bucky. But Steve’s strong. You and I both know that.”

He nodded, but it was clear that he wasn’t convinced. You pulled back the covers of the bed, before laying down.

“C’mere.” You said, the only light in the room was the tiny lamp that barely worked. You made room for him in your arms. Though you and Bucky weren’t anything more than friends, you’d gotten used to sleeping like this. It helped a little, in more ways than one. It helped him with his nightmares, and it helped with your anxiety.

He rested his head against your chest, draping his right arm over you.

The two of you fell asleep like that, comfortable in each other’s embrace.

Until Bucky started mumbling something, waking you up. “What the hell..” You grumbled before you realized what was happening. Right before he started screaming himself awake, you shook him.

His eyes flew open and he gasped, gripping your shoulders tightly. You waited for him to realize that he was safe and that the ‘danger’ was gone. His eyes began to water, though he tried to blink away the tears.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. You’re safe. Promise.” You reassured him. He let himself calm down, exhaling slowly.

“Good job. Do you..want to talk about it?”

He looked at you, unsure. “Not much to talk about.”

“I’ll always listen. You know that.”

“I wasn’t there for him.” He confessed, eyes watering again. “Steve. I didn’t..I couldn’t..” He reached for his face, wiping at his eyes.

“Bucky, none of that was your fault. None of this is your fault at all. You didn’t start the fucking apocalypse.” You began to rub soothing circles into his back.

“All I had to do was shoot.” He made eye contact with you. Your heart burned at the sight of his pink nose and teary eyes.

You didn’t really know what to say. In theory, you could say the perfect thing that comforts him immediately. But the truth is that whenever you’re actually in a situation like that, all of that stuff goes right out the window.

“Close your eyes. Okay? I know this stuff hurts, but you really do need rest.” Your mind went back to Natasha.

He nodded finally, closing his eyes. You did the same.

It was the smell of burning wood that woke you up.

You blinked yourself awake, eyes stinging from the smoke. You gasped, choking on air as you took in your surroundings. The room was on fire. You shook Bucky awake, and he took a second to register what was happening.

“Shit!” He exclaimed, kicking the blankets off the two of you.

Without thinking, he busted down the bedroom door, revealing the slightly less burning living room. Peter’s face was the first one you saw, and you raced to him. “We have to get out of here!” You screamed over the sound of rooms collapsing.

“There’s hordes of them out there!” He shouted back, clutching your arms.

“The Spider-Child is right!” Okoye called to you as she threw Sharon’s arm over her shoulder, supporting the blonde’s weight.

“Well, would you rather try and get out of here or would you like to burn to death?” John cut in. “I would rather not burn!” Kurt pointed out, and Bruce nodded beside him.

“Okay. Okay. Come on, we’re gonna bust through the side door. Are they surrounding the house?” You began to plan, though you were panicking on the inside.

“I don’t know. I only saw them from the front door.” Sharon wheezed.

“I hate those odds and I don’t think our chances are even decent, but there’s no other option. When I say go, race through that door!” You directed. Checking to make sure everybody was accounted for, you gave yourself a final nod of encouragement. John was able to get Sharon onto his back.

“Go!” You shrieked, making sure that you were the last one to bolt out.

“I see them!” Peter screamed.

“Doesn’t matter! Keep going!” Bucky commanded, but they were only getting closer.

The sound of something crashing against the forest floor made you gasp.

“They can knock trees over?!” Peter kept glancing over his shoulder.

“They are getting a bit close!” Kurt yelled out. You looked over your shoulder, seeing John struggling to run with Sharon on his back. You stopped, and when Bucky began to slow down to see why, you put your hand on his back, guiding him forward. “Go.” You told him, as you went to help John.

“You can’t carry me and I can’t run,” Sharon said darkly. “John, put me down.”

The crowds of zombies chasing you were only catching up.

“Sharon, we’re not leaving you.” Your voice raised in pitch, anxiety settling in.

“Sharon.” John panted. “Come on, we gotta keep going.” He tried to stabilize her, to keep her still against his back, but she managed to break his hold on her.

“Sharon—stop! Stop, Sharon, please!” You begged, your eyes watering up.

“I can’t lose another friend. Come on, don’t be like this.” John grabbed her wrist, but she pulled away.

“Take them all to Wakanda for me, okay?” She asked, giving you a soft smile.

“Sharon!” You cried out as John gripped your wrist, keeping you from chasing after her as she staggered into the horde of undead.

“We could’ve..that—she didn’t have to—“ You gasped, beginning to hyperventilate. “Yeah, I know, but we have to keep going.” John’s hand remained wrapped around your wrist. It felt too tight. It hurt.

“Let go of me.” You said as you sprinted with him.

“There’s only more of them!” Bruce stressed, and you wondered how he didn’t get whiplash from looking around between you all so fast.

“Go right!” Bucky took charge, and everyone obeyed. You kept pace with Bucky, knowing that he was running slower on purpose. The serum enhances his speed, so there was no reason he couldn’t have just bolted and gotten to safety. You admired his loyalty.

Everyone—minus you and Bucky—made it away from the main group of zombies before a large tree fell. It was burning. The only thing that you’d noticed was burning was the house.

“Zombie enhanced. Not good!” Bruce shouted.

“What do we do?” Peter tried to find a solution. You took a deep breath.

“Run!”

“What?” John, Okoye, Bruce, and Kurt all looked back at you and Bucky.

“We’ll find another way! We’ll find you!” Bucky agreed.

Peter shook his head, mouth opened slightly like he was about to protest. You hoped that this didn’t fuck him up too bad. He already had enough trauma.

“Come on!” Okoye filled in the role of ‘leader’. She was a general, after all. She was born for this.

You turned to Bucky, grabbing his arm and trying to find a way around the zombies. “Move! Move! Move!” Your voice went higher in pitch every time you said it. You wove through clusters of them, though you were still in your pajamas.

You ran through the woods, but it was still dark out. The moon was the only thing keeping you from not being able to see anything at all, and you were thankful.

“How fast can they go?” You shrieked as they began to pick up the pace.

“Y/n, go! I’ll hold them off!” Bucky began to slow down.

“What? No!”

“Just go!” He stopped suddenly, and you tumbled to the ground, trying to do the same.

“No! Not without you!” You howled, and he accepted his defeat, racing back towards you and grabbing you as you stood up.

Not without you. I love you.

Bucky and you ran through the dark woods, breathing heavily, palms sweating. You managed to trip over a tree root, pulling Bucky down with you. Just your luck, you managed to trip at the top of a hill, and you rolled down it with Bucky. Dirt and dead leaves crunched under you and scratched at your legs and arms, pine needles getting stuck in your hair and in Bucky’s.

“Fucking hell..” You groaned as you stopped rolling.

“This is not as pleasant as those fall candles said it would be.” Bucky breathed, and you laughed. You’d shown him some fall candles in a store you were raiding, one being Rolling in Leaves.

“Yeah. I agree.” You choked out.

“Come on, we gotta find..” He trailed off.

“They’re long gone, Buck. We’ll..just have to meet them in Wakanda.” You stood, helping him up.

“Don’t ever pull that shit again.” You said after a moment of walking. “What?” Bucky looked at you, not knowing what you were talking about. “That sacrifice bullshit.” You clarified. “Never fucking again.”

“Okay.” He said blankly.

“Promise me.”

“I promise.” He made direct eye contact with you as he said it.

“Good. We should find somewhere to stay for the night. I’m exhausted.”

The two of you walked for maybe an hour more or so before Bucky pointed something out in the distance. “There. Those are caves.”

You looked where he was pointing, and sure enough, they were caves.

Another hour later and you’d been able to sort through the bags and see what you had. Bucky had been smart and saved the bags from the fire.

“Why do you care? About..my life?” He broke the silence.

“Why would I not?” He shrugged in response. “Because you’re one of the only people I have left. And..I care about you, Bucky. A hell of a lot.”

“I care about you too.” He breathed, and it was clear he meant it. His gaze drifted down, towards your lips. He cleared his throat awkwardly, eyes shifting elsewhere.

“Bucky—“

“Kiss me.”

“I—what?”

“I want you..to kiss me.” The former Winter Soldier, one of the few Super Soldiers on the planet, wanted to kiss you. And who were you to say no? You felt the same way.

You leaned it at the same time, your lips against his, both of your hearts beating faster than they ever have before.

The kiss ended when you pressed your forehead to his. Bucky’s fingers tangled with yours, your knees pressed against his.

“If I have to be with anyone in this situation, I’m glad it’s you.” You whispered.

“Me too.”

“Wait a second. Can you check the front pocket of my bag and see if the little camera thing is in there?” You asked him, and he nodded, reaching over to open the front pocket of your backpack. He handed you the small device. Maybe it was weird to end a moment like that with asking for a camera, but you needed to be sure.

“Think it survived the fall?” He questioned.

“Let’s find out. If it does, maybe we can use the parts to make some kind of communication device. Maybe we can contact someone in Wakanda with it.” You pressed record. A small little light came on off the side of the camera, and you grinned. “It works.”

Now that you were recording, you realized that you might as well film your log.

“The safe house burned down. We got split up from the group. Sharon..Sharon’s gone.” You said grimly. “We have no contact with the rest of the group, and no way of knowing if they’re alive or not.” You spoke to the camera, eyes never really staying focused on one thing for more than a minute.

“This is day..forty-nine?” You glanced at Bucky, who was nodding. “Forty-nine. Day forty-nine since the apocalypse started. And Bucky and I may be the last survivors in the United States.”

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[queen-of-the-avengers]

New World Order: Part Three

Pairing: Zombie!Steve Rogers x Vampire!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You keep trying to get Steve's humanity back, and the other zombies are starting to notice a change in not only Steve but themselves. The next step? Convincing humans that they can be saved.

Part One Part Two

Squares Filled: eyepatch (2020) for @star-spangled-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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There is a cure for the zombie virus; you’ve seen it in the way Steve’s heart started beating a couple of weeks ago. Since then, you’ve been working hard to reteach Steve the basics: how to talk, how to walk, and trying to get him to remember his past with you. It’s not been an easy task but Steve is the love of your life. You’d do anything for him.

Your hostage has gotten used to the treatment you’ve given him so he’s content with staying underground while you explore the top with Steve. The other zombies don’t attack you for two reasons: you’re not living and they crave live flesh rather than dead ones, and they’re curious about the dynamic of you and Steve.

There is a park not too far from your hideout so you and Steve are sitting on the rotting playground structure. Without people to clean it and upkeep it, it’s falling apart into pieces. You're sitting on a raised platform while Steve is picking up different rocks he thinks look good to give to you. Right now, you have three rocks by your side.

“Is it weird to say life is so much easier now than before?” you chuckle. “In a way, it is. No more meetings, no more getting up at the ass-crack of dawn, no traffic, and no dealing with stupid people over the phone. I guess there is an upside to this apocalypse.”

“I r-remember y-you,” Steve struggles to say. 

He walks over to you with a shiny rock in his hands, and you grab it gently.

“What do you remember?”

“M-Music… Dancing… You.”

He must be talking about the fact that every time you have date night, he’d end the day by dancing with you in the living room to soothing music. You smile at the memory and grab Steve’s hand to prevent him from going back for more rocks.

“I promise you, Steve, I will get you back no matter what.” You look to the right and left to see other zombies staring at you two holding hands. They’re curious. “With your help, I think we can cure everyone.”

You don’t tell him that you’re only talking about the zombie cure. You don’t know if there is a vampire cure. If there isn’t, there will still be one more monster left in the world. You and people like you will be surrounded by potential meals.

“World is dangerous,” Steve stutters.

“Not anymore,” you smile.

You raise his hand to your mouth and kiss the back of it. Yes, he’s a zombie but he doesn’t have rotting flesh that’s falling off. He’s just very pale since he doesn’t have blood in his body. You’re dead, too, but you at least have some color to your skin. One of the watcher zombies takes another’s hand and holds it in curiosity. Steve’s heart beats again just as the other two zombies’ hearts beat. This is going to work, you just know it. You have to keep reminding Steve that he has something to lose.

“Do you want to see more of our life together?”

“Yes,” he nods.

“Come on.”

You keep holding his hand as you guide him to the building where you two once worked. Most of the windows are broken from people falling to their deaths or breaking in, but you walk in through the front door. Chairs and desks are overturned, papers are strewn across the floor, and there is graffiti on the walls. Each floor is in shambles, and you stop at the fourth floor which is the one you worked in.

“Here is my desk.” There are still some of your possessions on your desk. Old pictures of you and Steve that no one else wanted, papers of work that aren’t important anymore, and small trinkets you liked to see every day to brighten your day. “I remember this day. Do you?”

One of the pictures is of you and Steve who is wearing an eye patch. You two wore pirate couples costumes for the party you were attending. That night was special because that was the first Halloween you two spent as a couple. All your friends were waging bets on when you two were going to get together, and that was the night you told everyone.

“C-Costumes… Jumped into pool… I wanted to impress… you,” Steve says slowly.

That’s right. He climbed the roof after having a few too many drinks and did a cannonball right into the pool. You tried to help him out only for him to pull you in.

“Yeah, that’s right. You pushed me in,” you chuckle.

“Pull… I pulled you,” he smiles.

“Yeah, you did. Do you want to see your desk?”

“Yes.”

You take him up two more floors where his desk is, and it’s in the same condition as yours. You open the bottom drawer and see a small jewelry box that was left behind by ransackers. Why steal riches when you can’t spend it anywhere? People steal food, medicine, and clothes instead of expensive things. You open it to reveal a shiny diamond ring that he was going to use to propose to you.

“I love you,” Steve says when he sees the ring.

“I love you,” you say and close the box. You hand the box to him and he takes it in his cold hand. “Maybe when you’re cured, you can ask me.:

“Y/N,” he smiles.

Days have turned to weeks, and you’ve been working hard to get Steve back to who he was before. Steve’s vocabulary has grown a lot more, he’s remembering more about his past, and he’s eager to listen to your stories of you and him. The other zombies have joined in on the learning experience, and now you have a small following of people just looking to get their humanity back. There have been a few humans here and there that have been scared shitless at the sight of your group but you’ve left them alone. They were confused to see a vampire holding back a zombie from eating them but if they can get back to their human camps and spread the word that the zombies are changing, then you’re one step closer in curing them.

Steve’s favorite spot to hang out at is the playground next to your underground hideout. You’ve let your hostage go who was eager to get back to his family even if that means no more meals three times a day and no entertainment. You can survive on your large supply of bagged blood for a while.

Steve’s been working on his motor functions so he’s able to push himself on the swings. Your group of zombies is hanging around to hear what you have to say since you’re their connection to humanity, but you don’t mind the company.

“Will life ever return to normal?” Steve asks.

He’s not stuttering anymore, he can form fuller sentences, and he remembers what you tell him. His heart is beating more which makes you very happy.

“Not for a long time but I hope it does get better. People won’t have to be afraid anymore.” You stop swinging to sit on the grass. Steve follows you and sits next to you. “Do you remember anything else about your life?”

“No, not much.”

“It’s okay. You’ll make new memories.”

“What’s next?”

“We need to get into the human camps. If you guys have any chance of being cured, we’re going to need their help. It’s not going to be easy to convince them, but I’m hoping if we show them your progress, maybe their walls will come down.”

You two sit in silence for a bit.

“I like being here with you,” Steve says suddenly.

“I do, too.”

“I wish I… could remember us.”

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

“Were we in love?”

“Yes,” you smile.

“Did we live together?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you not like me? You’re… vampire.”

“We knew something was happening before it did. There had been cases of people going crazy after being infected, and the CDC thought they were contained. Once one person was bitten, it spread like wildfire. Something else came out of that lab besides the zombie illness, something more deadly. It was population control. They created this virus to kill off a lot of people to maintain the population. They created two viruses just in case one didn’t work but they both did… too quickly for them to keep up with.

“We were working when the government announced an emergency shutdown. It sent everyone into a panic. We met at the lobby but got split up. We promised each other that if this were to happen, we’d get to our apartment as fast as possible to be together… but I never made it. I was chased by something that killed me and turned me into this.

“Vampires are smart. They don’t turn others unless it’s necessary which is why you don’t see a lot of them roaming around. We tend to like our privacy so we’re spread out throughout the country and even the world. I’m probably the only vampire within a few hundred miles of the next one. The zombie illness isn’t as deadly but it did spread the fastest.

“I was alone for years before I found you. It hurt to think of you being dead so I pictured you made it to a human camp and was doing your best to help people. Now I know what really happened. I’m going to do everything I can to give you your life back. The humans are too afraid to try but I can’t get infected. My blood kills off the virus too quickly for me to turn. We’re the only ones who can try.”

Steve reaches over and grabs your hand.

“I will never leave you again.”

“I know,” you grin.

Just like clockwork, Steve’s heart beats again, this time for much longer. You’re nearly there.

x

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[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, January 31

JOYCE: Well, there are some things I'd be happy to see you share. Like the slaying. I mean, two of you fighting is safer than one, right? BUFFY: I guess. JOYCE: Unless, I mean, you heard her. She loves the slaying. Couldn't she take over for you? BUFFY: Mom, no one can take over for me. JOYCE: But you're going to college next year. I think it would be... BUFFY: Mom, the only way you get a new Slayer is when the old Slayer dies. JOYCE: Then that means you... When did you die? You never told me you died! BUFFY: It was just for a few minutes.

~~BtVS 3x03 “Faith, Hope, & Trick”~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Heartless (Buffy, Angel, PG) by badly_knitted

Healing Touch (Buffy/Giles, not rated) by ShyRomantic

This Is My Apocalypse (Willow/Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter xover, E) by SnarkyGranger1

It’s always going to be you (Gilex/reader, not rated) by specialagentlokitty

The Burden of Fathers and Sons (Angel, Wesley, not rated) by naoa-ao3

Walking With Ghosts (Buffy/Spike, G) by violettathepiratequeen

Walking With Ghosts (Buffy/Spike, G) by violettathepiratequeen

[Chaptered Fiction]

Blasphemy, Chapter 3/? (Buffy/Spike, T) by wickedrum

One Big Happy-ish Family, Chapter 4/? (Connor, Angel, Queer as Folk xover, T) by LolaRD

Staying Afloat, Chapter 3/? (Willow/Oz, T) by dwinchester

The Master and her Court, Chapter 2/? (Buffy/Angel/Darla/Drusilla/Spike, Explicit) by TheClowniestLivInExistence

Comic - In Your Shadow, Chapters 5-6 Complete! (Spike/Xander, T) by genericaces

[French language] Les deux Phénix, Chapter 9/? (Buffy/Faith, M) by FridayQueen

Spike's Price, Chapter 4/? (Buffy/Spike, G) by Jdharblood

Her Old Fashioned Boy, Chapter 21/? (Giles/Jenny, T) by Bobbie23

Worship the Rain, Chapter 1 (Angel/Cordelia, T) by Cosmic Alice

Burden of Time, Chapter 59 (Xander, M) by Jennifer Schumacher

Unborn, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Lizzie Queen of Meigas

Early One Morning, Chapter 11 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by all choseny

Love Lives Here, Chapter 15 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Passion4Spike

Old Fashioned Romance, Chapter 6 (Xander/Steve Rogers, Marvel xover, FR21) by calikocat

Back to the Light, Chapter 6 (Buffy, Torchwood/Doctor Who xover, FR18) by MountainKing

Healing After Heaven, Chapter 19 (Buffy, Highlander xover, FR13) by Kate

A Breath is But a Soundless Whisper, Chapter 18 (Buffy/Spike, 18+) by Blackoberst

Coming Through, Chapter 10 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only) by hulettwyo

It's Easy Time, Until It's Not, Chapter 21 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only) by hulettwyo

Massacre at Carabon Hill, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, M) by myrabeth

Stomping on butterflies, Chapters 8-9 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Blackoberst

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: they saw you from across the bar and liked your vibe (Spike/Drusilla, worksafe) by genericaces

Artwork: buffy the vampire slayer my little pony au (worksafe) by wiltinn

Artwork: “You better not tell anyone about this Spike!” (Buffy/Spike, worksafe) by ice-fire-art

Artwork: Owen and Buffy at The Bronze, painted for Previously On… Buffy the Vampire Slayer. (worksafe) by ghostrabbit87

Artwork: I mean we all saw this coming right (Spike, worksafe) by doctormage

Artwork: [Spike] (worksafe) by alessandra-estrella

Artwork: Spike But A Butch (worksafe) by transmasc-taub

Artwork: Willow Moment (worksafe) by squibkin

Artwork: Sarah Michelle Gellar (worksafe) by sofya-creations

Meme: sprusilla + textposts (worksafe) by lunar-beauty

Meme: Spuffy + these tiktok comments (worksafe) by mcgnagallsarmy

Icons: Angel — S01E01, S01E02, S01E03 (1999) (worksafe) by slashericons

Moodboard: buffy x willow (worksafe) by purgeshubble

Lockscreens: Faith Lehane Lockscreens (worksafe) by myriaeden

[Reviews & Recaps]

Day 30: Favorite Season Finale: Season 2, Episodes 21 & 22: “Becoming” by k0nstantly-tragic

[Recs & In Search Of]

Smutty Sunday: Angel x Drusilla x Spike fic rec recced by februaryfangfest

The Hunter and the Slayer by pherryt [Buffy, Dean Winchester, Supernatural xover, T] recced by genuaryficrecs

[Fandom Discussions]

Angel/Spike for the shipping game by raelis1

The way people will hop into my mentions to attack Spuffy fans with reminders of Seeing Red tell me two things... by elysianholly

Re: BtVS “The Replacement” S5E03 aka the Toth episode by lierdumoa

I think a lot of people don’t know how to handle a show growing up along with them. by all-hail-the-water-god

Trigger Warning - Rewatching season 4 of Buffy and I’m at the arc where Buffy and Faith switch bodies... by kat–writes

Buffyverse Ship Tag Game by spangelmybeloved

Having thoughts about Jesse. by ammoniteflesh

Spuffy [for the shipping game] by raelis1

i love buffy the vampire slayer aus, but when authors make the slayer male, its kinda not lit by magneto-manifesto

Everyone in season 6 is making bad choices except for Anya, and I love it by marilyn-not-monroe

[Meta about BtVS, characters, and ships] by littleredruns

[Tribute to actor Hinton Battle and his performance as Sweet in OMWF] by xxgothchatonxx

riley leaving the decision about spike’s chip in buffy’s hands is so important to me by arthursdent

Could Buffy maybe have possibly died a third time including when she was shot by Warren? by Kristine, multiple posters

Sweet actor Hinton Battle dies by nightshade, multiple posters

What If: Billy's gift did work on Angel? by nightshade, multiple posters

I think Faith is partly well loved because of her relationships to others by Novel_Comparison7735

Sounds silly but does anyone get nightmares after watching? by cozyforestfairy

The most unrealistic thing in all of Buffy. by Reviewingremy, multiple posters

What are some small gripes/funny things you've noticed that don't ruin the shows for you? by jumpingjellyf1sh

Anything in Buffy: The Buffy Vampire Slayer and/or Angel You Think Could've Been Utilized More? by Big-Restaurant-2766, multiple posters

If you had to choose one, which of these major episodes from S2 deserves the most praise? Innocence, Passion, or Becoming, part two by InfiniteMehdiLove

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[hrts4scarr]

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★ pinned post | ☆ taglist | ★ rules | ☆ main masterlist

— how to request !!

if you'd like me to write for your favourite driver, request their name, trope, concept and anything else! ex : can i request a charles leclerc x reader, best friends to lovers, assistant!reader

— what i write !!

⭑ f1 ⭑ hp ⭑ blurbs ⭑ headcanons ⭑ fluff ⭑ smut ⭑ boy x girl ⭑ age gap (not super big tho.) ⭑ social media au ⭑ person x female reader ⭑ kinks (not super kinky.)

— what i don't write !!

⭑ angst (maybe if im in an angsty mood, but otherwise, no) ⭑ boy x boy (not that im not homophobic, im js not comfortable with writing stuff like that and nor writing original drivers x drivers) (to be fair i love gay relationships. like HEARTSTOPPER, HELLO??) ⭑ anything that has any hate towards to ANY drivers. ⭑ driver/person x oc (i only write person x reader!) ⭑ eating disorders ⭑ self-harm ⭑ mental/physical illness ⭑ cheating ⭑ incest

— drivers i write for !!

⭑ charles leclerc 16 ⭑ carlos sainz 55 ⭑ lando norris 4 ⭑ oscar piastri 81 ⭑ max verstappen 33/1 ⭑ daniel riccardo 3 ⭑ lewis hamilton 44 ⭑ logan sargeant 2 ⭑ kimi raikkonen 7 ⭑ jenson button 22 ⭑ sebastian vettel 5 ⭑ fernando alonso 14 (these are the drivers i feel comfy with writing, i might do other drivers tho)

— others i write for !!

⭑ toto wolff

— pjo characters i write for !!

⭑ luke castellan ⭑ percy jackson ⭑ annabeth chase ⭑ leo valdez ⭑ jason grace ⭑ clarrise la rue ⭑ will solace ⭑ frank zhang ⭑ hazel levesque ⭑ magnus chase ⭑ piper mclean (probably more but those are js my main ones)

— hp characters i write for !!

⭑ mattheo riddle ⭑ theodore nott ⭑ lorenzo berkshire ⭑ tom riddle ⭑ harry potter ⭑ hermione granger ⭑ cedric diggory ⭑ luna lovegood ⭑ ginny weasley (probably more too but these also are js my main ones)

— mcu characters i write for !!

⭑ peter parker (spiderman) | any film/actor ⭑ stephen strange (doctor strange) ⭑ tony stark (iron man) ⭑ steve rogers (captain america) ⭑ thor odinson ⭑ natasha romanoff (black widow) ⭑ wanda maximoff (the scarlet witch) ⭑ bucky barnes ⭑ loki ⭑ gamora ⭑ peter quill (star lord) ⭑ miles morales (more but are js my main ones)

— x-men characters i write for !!

⭑ alex summers (havok) ⭑ scott summers (cyclops) ⭑ jean grey (dark phoenix) ⭑ james/logan howlett (wolverine) ⭑ charles xavier (professor x) | before x-men: apocalypse ⭑ erik lehnsherr (magneto) ⭑ raven (mystique) (more but are js my main ones)

Even if my requests are closed, you can request for a second part and I might consider it. Otherwise, requests are closed. If you have any questions, don't be shy to ask me! <3

if you break these rules, request for things i clearly stated that i wasn't comfortable with writing, "just write this, it's not that hard," hate towards any drivers, then you can leave.

Please be patient when requesting. Remember, I only write for fun, so it's not like a job. Which means that I won't be able to write every minute of every day.

Please be specific when requesting. It'll help me get a better visual/thought of what you want me to write.

Please understand that I can't write every single request. i'll lyk if i can't write this request or if i don't feel comfy with writing it.

#౨ৎ﹔💌 ┄ scar's rules ! 🪽 #⪩⪨﹔💌 ┄ scar talks ! 🪽 #rules #hrts4scarr #lvrzzscarr

[nekoannie-chan]

Week 50 Reblog Masterlist

You can check my reading guidelines here.

You can check my masterlist here.

You can check my main reblog masterlist 2022 here.

You can check my December reblog masterlist 2022 here.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 50 2022:

 Cold shoulders (Lorna Dane X Reader) by @myriadimagines​ 💚

Steve Rogers fluff (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @blushstories​ 💚

A girl walks in the dead (Apocalypse!Avengers) by @femreader​ 💙

Love without doubt part I: It’ll be over and I’ll still be asking when by(Steve Rogers X Reader) by @stxvercgersslut​ 💚

Stop lying (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @avengersimaginings​ ❤️

Too hot to handle (Johnny Storm X Reader) by @pendragonfics​ 💚

Twisted (HYDRA!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ironlady1993​ 🖤 ❤️

My brother’s best friend chapter 7: Arrg… Piss off, Brock (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ 🖤 ❤️💚💙

Make me sorry (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @astheskycries​❤️

Bound & Brockened Chapter Two - Owned! (Dark!Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ 🖤 ❤️💚💙

Love on the Brain - part 8 Worthy (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann​ 💙

Brock imagine (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @fanficimagery​ 💚

Falling apart (Steve Rogers X OC) by @hollybee8917​  ❤️💚💙

Sinthea imagine by @imaginemarvelfanfic​ 💙

#Annie recommends #stardust reblog challenge

[holylulusworld]

LGBTQA+ Bingo masterlist

Preview for the upcoming fics to fill the squares.

Stories written for @lgbtqbingo​

Square 1: ??? (??? x Reader): Knotting

Square 2: Magic Touch (IronStrange): Iron Man x Doctor Strange

Square 3: ??? (??? x Reader): Holding hands

Square 4: Forbidden Feelings (Skinny!Steve Rogers x 40′s Bucky Barnes): Rejection

Square 5: What’s on your mind? (Cherik x Reader): Apocalypse AU

Square 6: ??? (??? x Reader): Watching the sunset

Square 7: Voyeur d'amour (1) (Stucky x fem!Reader): Polyamorous relationship

Square 8: Games we play (??? x Reader): Public sex

Square 9: Reunited at last (CW!Steve Rogers x CW!Bucky Barnes): Steve x Bucky

Square 10: Her sweet girl (Alpha!Natasha x Omega(fem)!Reader): Mating collar

Square 11: Voyeur d'amour  (2) (Stucky x fem!Reader): Free Space 

Square 12: Walk through the fire (??? x Reader): Firefighter AU

Square 13: ??? (??? x Reader): Accidential boner

Square 14: Femme fatale (Rowena x fem!Reader): Cheating

Square 15: New Feelings (SamBucky x fem!Reader): Bi!Bucky Barnes

Square 16: Triade (Omega!Stucky x Alpha!Reader): MMF threesome

#lqbtq bingo masterlist #bisexuel bucky barnes #stucky #ironstrange #polyamory #bucky barnes #steve rogers #tony stark #stephen strange #LGBTQA+ Bingo masterlist #sambucky #cherik

[imaginedreamwrite]

Picture 8 is so Steve and his muse!

He watched you, studying every feature of your beautiful face while you read. The book was held up above your head, your legs bent and resting against his body in a manner that was both comfortable and relaxing for you, the intimacy extended by Steve drawing his hand up and down your bare thighs.

He enjoyed watching you relax in bed, no pressure or urgency in your day. His schedule was hectic enough, his role as faction leader was chaotic on the best of days and you were his place of peace. When he came home to your in your penthouse apartment above the city, he found quietude and resolution.

“I have to be gone tomorrow, I have to meet a few people, do a few things.” He drew his fingertips up over the curve of your knee and back again, revelling in your soft skin and the eased complacency of your marriage.

Despite it being arranged, despite there being an unforeseen weight behind the ties that brought you both together, Steve was a good husband. He was a good husband and you were an amazing wife, the two of you falling truly and deeply in love with each other.

“Muse,” Steve spoke your pet name, drawing your attention away from the book toward himself, “would you like to come with me? Or do something else?”

“It was a choice he gave her,” you read from the book in your hands, slowly rolling over and switching positions to face him, “and with the choice given, she grasped it in her hand and took the plunge.”

“Is that yes, darling?” Steve enveloped your waist as you laid on his chest, your fingers deftly stroking his jaw.

“I’d love to come with you, Steve. I like being involved.” You nudged his jaw, giving you the perfect opportunity to nestle yourself against him as best as possible. “I’d like to visit the hospital, I want to start working there.”

“Whatever you want, Mrs. Rogers.” Steve squeezed your waist once, and then he yanked the blanket up over your bodies to tuck you both in. “Whatever you need-”

“I want to take a nap.” The corner of your lips twitched, your fingers pawing at him like a cat kneading its bed. “And you’re my bed.”

“I’ll lay still then.” He angled his head to kiss your head, whispering sweet endearments into your hair.

#Steve rogers x reader #Steve rogers x Muse #Steve rogers & Muse #Steve rogers and amuse #zombie apocolypse au #zombie apocalypse au #zombie apocalypse #apocalypse au #faction leader!Steve Rogers x reader

[marvelcriminalhoe]

The Great War

Chapter One: Pirates

Steve Rogers x Reader Zombie Apocalypse AU

My knuckles were bruised like violets • Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked • Spineless in my tomb of silence • Tore your banners down, took the battle underground

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AN: Slow updates for this but here is chapter one. I have been writing A LOT over on wattpad (Have three stories going. Yeesh.) right now there’s a lot of personal stuff going on so all my stories are slow updates. This has been in my drafts for awhile though so thought I would finally get it posted.

Word Count: 2,316

Story Warnings: Zombies. Blood. Gore. What do you expect in a dystopian world. Strong language. Eventual smut. Could contain heavy content or topics, read at your own caution.

Summary: Some called it the end of time, others the zombie apocalypse, but most people called it The Great War— the living vs the dead. At first, that’s how it was split, only two sides fighting. But as the years drew on, the lines began to blur and the world became even more dangerous. When a new group makes itself known in your area, it’s your job to decide if they can be trusted or not. Especially when tragedy seems to strike and a fight against more than just the walkers is on the horizon.

The sound of dripping water echos through the destroyed pharmacy. It’s the only sound outside the quiet shuffle through the practically barren shelves of your search team. This is the only pharmacy within fifteen miles of your camp, and you know this is the last run you’ll be able to make here, having to go farther out the next time. The thought sets you on edge. The farther the runs the riskier they are. But you do what you have to do.

Your camp has rules, especially on runs, only take what you need, don’t horde, and don’t make noise unless absolutely necessary, the walkers are attracted to the noise. You know most people, especially now, take everything and anything they can. But your camp still believes in the laws of humanity. The laws set in place during the beginning of the pandemic. 

1. Water and shelter should be your main priority. 

2. Don’t horde supplies, everyone needs something. 

3. Don’t fight them unless absolutely necessary. 

And the last one, maybe the most important, 4. Do what you need to survive.

The world changed a lot in the beginning. Food, water, and medicine flying off the the shelves faster than demand warranted. This led to the rise of outbreaks as more and more people went looking for supplies, it also led to the start of fights against each other. As time went on, the pandemic turning into an apocalyptic situation, the Great War started and it only got more out of control. Places that were meant to be safe zones got ransacked by pirates, men that wanted to horde and control everything. More and more places became unlivable, making more and more people victims to the walkers. 

Splitting up into smaller groups seemed to be the best option, not trusting outsiders. Your camp was more likely to survive that way. But small numbers could lead to dangerous situations if a walker pack found you. Advantage in numbers always meant more in the end.

Your camp is fairly decent in size. Stationed at an old school, it has plenty of room, buildings, and space. A nice twelve foot fence sits around it, and multiple wooden towers were built for look outs. You have great room for a garden during the spring and summer months. Even growing a few veggies during the fall to stalk up for winter. The school had some Ag barns available too, giving you place for a few cows and goats. You have a couple horses to help around camp too. It’s a nice camp, probably one of the nicest, not that you have a lot to compare it to though.

Your family was one of the first with the camp, helping build it to what it is now only a year into the war. Though just a year later, you were overrun by pirates and almost lost the whole thing. They had disguised themselves as refugees claiming to need safety, to want a home. They used the woman and children within their group to their advantage, but just as you all had let your guard down, letting them into your camp, trusting them, treating them as friends and comrades, they turned on you. 

You lost a lot of good people that night, your father included. He was the only family you had, surviving for that long, only to die at the hands of greedy men. It sickened you. Most of the people left were in the same boat as you, losing family, friends. Left broken by the devastation of not only what life is now, but the grief of never getting it back. When you were able to banned together again, start rebuilding, most turned too you for direction, which lead to you taking on more and more responsibility as time went on. You were able to build up the school again, and now, two years after the initial mutiny you suffered, the basecamp is better than before.

Peter, the other lookout partner in front of the pharmacy, turns to look at you, whispering out and drawing you from your mind, “Do you see that?”

You look out the windows, following his gaze, and see a small movement of a shadow across the way. “Guys let’s hurry it up, we could have company.” You tell the two in the back going through the aisles looking for supplies. 

“Friendlies?” One calls back, making you whisper under your breath as you see more movement, “they’re never friendly.” 

You make sure your gun is loaded before bringing the butt of it up to your shoulder, looking through the scope with your right eye. You can tell immediately that they aren’t walkers, just by how they carry themselves. But there are at least 4 that you can see, all together, which puts you on edge. 

“Alex, hurry it up.” You yell when you see where they’re direction is headed, “We got maybe four minutes before they come in here.”

It takes two more minutes before Alex and Miles finish grabbing the supplies they can find, coming to stand by you and Peter. 

“Is there a back way out of this place?” Miles questions, and you have to sigh, knowing there is, but it’s a longer stretch to get back to the bikes, “Alright, stick close, we don’t need anything to draw attention to our location. I don’t think they know we’re here. Let’s keep it that way.”

You receive three nods from the teenage boys. They might still be young, but they’re the best when it comes to runs, fast and efficient. All of them alone like you after the betrayal. 

At first, when they sort of stuck to you like small ducklings, you found them extremely annoying. Especially when they would beg day after day to get to go on runs and be part of the scout teams. Some days you still find them annoying, but they’ve turned into little brothers to you, and they’ve proven themselves ten fold in their duties. 

The three of you sneak out the back way through the broken door, trying not to step on all the glass and debris around. Going this way, your forced to walk two extra blocks to make it back to the bikes, but when you get into view of them, your happy you had to go this way, as there’s extra coverage than the front offered. 

You put your hand up, stopping the boys behind you as you spot the two men at your bikes. Their weapons are by their sides, hanging off their shoulders as the look the bikes over. You put your finger to your lips before gesturing with your hands how you want the boys to approach, lifting up your gun as they do the same. You flip the safety off. 

“On your knees.” You make your presence known with a gun to the blonde mans back. He puts his hands up, as the other man reaches for his gun, being stopped by Peter, “Don’t even think about it.”

“We don’t want any trouble.” The blond man says as he slowly turns around to face you, you take a step back in case he makes a move for your gun. He’s a lot bigger than you, probably stronger. He stands at at-least 6’5, arms and legs fully muscled. His broad shoulders are strained as he understands him and his buddy are out numbered when Alex and Miles make their appearance. He’s more of a dirty blonde now that you can see him closer, face full of a beard. He has small scars on his face, as most people do now a days from such harsh living, and his eyes are blue, dark like the night sky. 

“So you’ll have no problem getting on your knees then.” Your shrug nonchalantly, face stoic as you keep your gun trained on him, target locked right where his heart should be. You aren't taking any chances, you don't know these strangers. You don’t trust them. 

“Okay.” He gestures with one hand for his buddy to follow his lead, getting on his knees. His friend follows him down, but with a dirty glare on his face. 

“You bandits?” The black haired man spits out, and you roll your eyes at his accusation, considering they were the ones looking at your bikes, “No, just people that don't like strangers touching their bikes.” You gesture with your chin for Alex and Miles to get on one of the bikes, waiting until Peter gets on the other one before climbing on behind him, gun still pointed just in case. 

“We didn’t know they were anyones.” The blonde man reasons as he starts to put his hands down. He watches the four of you curiously and you don’t like that he's studying you. “We wouldn't have come near them if we knew they were someones.” “Right.” Miles scoffs, and you send him a look. Don’t antagonize the very big men, Miles. The teenager just starts up the bike, Peter doing the same. you don’t lower your gun until Peter starts to drive away, trowing it over your shoulders as your arms move wrap around his waist. 

Looking back over your shoulder, you make out that the two men are no longer alone, four new bodies beside theirs, all watching the bikes drive away. You recognize one of them, the short blonde girl, and you realize she was one of the people you saw in the scope back at the pharmacy. 

You face forward again, an uneasy feeling in your stomach that you were never really outnumbering the men. Your stomach churns more at the thought that this might not be the last time you see them. 

“How’d you do?” Jean, one of the nurses at the compound, ask as you and the boys place the medical supplies on the table in the lab room. Alex starts to fill her in on what items you were able to acquire as you instruct Peter and Miles to take the food bags to the cafeteria for distribution. 

You don’t usually make it a habit to do consecutive runs together— food, pharmacy, and base supplies— but you knew this could very well be the last run in that area and wanted to take advantage of it.

“Any problems?” Logan questions you as you put the gun over your shoulder on the table beside him. Logan is fairly older than you, having been in his forties when the outbreak started. He lost his wife and daughter in the beginning before making his way north, running into you and your dad. You traveled to the school together, making it what it is now. He was there for you when your dad passed. You don’t trust anyone as much as you trust Logan.

Logan was in the army before the world ended, having knowledge of tactics and weaponry and all the scars to prove it. His wisdom is beneficial and he's usually the one to train the recruits and over see scouting duty stations and scheduling. 

“Yeah.” You shrug, but he can see your jaw clenched, rising a brow and waiting for you to explain whatever it is that’s plaguing your mind, “We had a small run in with some others but nothing serious.” “But you’re worried.” He summarizes, being able to read you like a book after all these years, “You think they’re pirates?” 

“Dont know.” You shake your head, running a hand over your forehead, “But I don’t think we’ve seen the last of them.” “I don’t know of another camp this far North.” 

And you sigh, because you haven't either, “Thats what I’m afraid off. They're either new, which is entirely plausible, or they’re travelers.” 

“Either one could be a problem.” Logan nods, his mindset the same as yours. 

Whoever they are, you hope they stay far away. 

“You boys alright?” Nat questions Steve and Bucky as her, Yelena, Sam, and Clint make their way over to the two men. 

Bucky scoffs, “You could have come out, what if they had shot us?”

“If they knew they were outnumbered it could have spooked them.” Nat rolls her eyes at the man, “We don’t want unnecessary fights, remember?” 

Steve nods to the girl, “You did the right thing.” “Who do you think they were?” Yelena questions as she watches the bikes disappear. 

“Pirates.” Bucky spits out, venom lacing his voice, but Steve shakes his head, hands on his hips as he watches the now empty street where the bikes once were, “Nah, I don’t think so.”

“Yeah, they were too clean to be pirates. Young too.” Sam agrees. 

Bucky frowns, “The girl was older though, at least in her 20s.”

“Think they have a camp here? Or it’s just them?” Nat asks. 

“Did you see their bags? They were gathering supplies. This was a run for them. They’re probably part of a camp.”

“I didn’t know there was a safe zone this far north?” Yelena’s eyebrows furrow as she tries to think, “I thought the closest one was like 200 klicks from here?” 

“Maybe it’s not a safe zone.” Nat remarks, “Just a small camp.”

Clint nods, before tilting his head, “Maybe. But the stores were basically wiped clean, we got a few things but not much. Wonder how they did.”

“They didn't take everything? They had to have been in there before you guys.” Bucky observes. 

Clint shrugs, “If they were, they didn’t take all that was left.” 

Steve turns over to his best friend, giving him a pointed look, “Doesn’t seem like pirate behavior to me.” 

Sam sighs, “Whoever they were, they’re gone now. And we should get going too. It’ll be dark soon, we need to get back to the others.” 

Steve nods as the six of them start making it back to they’re set up for the night, his mind set on the woman with the gun pointed at him, wondering who she is, and how she's managed to survive this long with three teenagers. 

Maybe they're wrong and there is a safe haven near by. Maybe they don’t have to try and travel another 130 miles before reaching a proper shelter. 

Its a dream, Steve knows that. The likelihood of that being true is slim. But the longer they're traveling, the harder its becoming, and the more restless they all become, especially the kids. He just wants his people, his family, to be safe. 

As safe as they can be that is. 

#Steve Rogers x reader #Steve Rogers x reader au #steve rogers au #steve rogers #aaron hotchner fanfic #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fluff #Steve Rogers angst #apocalypse #apocalypse story #apocalypse au #zombie au

[frostironfudge]

Hello,

I saw your WIP post and I really want to know more about "The Kings Of The End" WIP that is going on. It feels like it would have multiple characters and I love that a lot.

Oh my god yes so this WIP is actually going to be my take on the four horsemen of the apocalypse. I’m so excited for this i came up with the idea just a few days ago. Its going to be the 4 characters x reader.

Let me formally introduce them:

Death - Bucky Barnes

Famine - Steve Rogers

War - Nick Fowler

Conquest - Lloyd Hansen

So based on my research they are apparently sort of angelic and demonic as well so I’m thinking to have a cross between that and mostly run with my own lore for them.

Its either going to be sort of originates in a small town with deep connections to larger organisations to be having the hold that each of these ‘Kings’ have based on their names.

Now our reader here is destined for all of them. I don’t have a snippet yet but i could share more about the characteristics of the four of our men if anyone is intrigued further.

WIP GAME

#the kings of the end #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #nick fowler x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #frostironfudge answers

[jessybarnes]

J. Snow's Bingo Of Our Own Masterlist

Hello, loves! Below you'll find my BO3 Bingo Card as well as a list of prompts below the cut. They'll become links once they're written. Thank you for reading and for your support ❤️

Apocalypse AU

Backstabbed

Bet

Detective!Castiel

Exhibitionism

Forced Proximity - Seven Minutes In Heaven - Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes - Also Written For Comfortember Day 5 and Stucky Bingo

Going On Vacation Together

Halloween Costumes

Harry Potter Is The Heir Of Slytherin

Idiots In Love

Kid Fic

Love At First Sight

Make Up Sex

Masturbation

Medieval AU

Office AU

Recovering Bucky Barnes

Regulus Black Lives

Reincarnation

Star Crossed Lovers

"They were unconscious when I found them."

Vulnerability - All Of Me - Steven Grant x Reader / Marc Spector x Reader

Wet Dream

"Whatever you are going to ask, the answer is no."

Writer!Frodo Baggins

#j snow writes #j snow creates #j snow's bingo of our own masterlist #j snow's bo3 masterlist