#bucky barnes dystopian

[holylulusworld]

A parted land (5)

Summary: Alphas are almost extinct, and omegas rule the new world.

Pairing: Nomad!(Alpha)Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader, Feral!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Characters: Stephen Strange

Warnings: dystopian world, language, a/b/o, Steve is smitten by you, mentions of extinction and death, a hint of fluff, possessive/protective Steve, scenting, feral Bucky

A/N: It's been a while, huh...

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A brand-new land (4)

No man’s land masterlist

“Bucky?” You ask while keeping an eye on the alpha chained to the ground. “You know that man? How?”

“He’s…” Steve doesn’t know how to explain to you how much the man chained to the ground means to him. “I guess you know him as the Winter Soldier. But before all that, he was my best friend. James Buchanan Barnes.”

“Oh—OH! Sorry, I didn’t remember the name,” you crouch down to get a better look at Bucky. “I think I read an article about him some years back.”

“Buck, what happened,” Steve crouches down next to you, to make sure that Bucky doesn’t see him as a threat. “Can you hear me, my friend? It’s me, Steve.”

Bucky lifts his head. He sniffs in your direction and purrs low in his throat. His eyes glow scenting an omega after what feels like ages.

“Omega,” he growls. “OMEGA!”

“Y/N, maybe you should leave. I don’t think your presence will help—” Steve huffs when you slowly crawl toward his friend. “Y/N! What did I just say?”

“Your presence won’t help him,” you shush Steve. He’s a possessive and jealous alpha and doesn’t want to share you with his friend but this can’t be helped.

“Y/N…omega…” Steve licks his lips. “Be careful. He won’t remember that he used to belong to my pack and that he's my best friend.”

“Well, I’ll make him part of my pack then,” you scoot closer to Bucky. “I won’t hurt you.” You softly speak to the alpha who flinches when you lift your hand. “Hi there.”

“Omega,” Bucky snarls.

“Look at you,” you coo and carefully run your hand over his metal arm. “A strong and wild alpha right in front of me.”

Bucky tilts his head.

“What’s your name,” you move even closer, earning a snarl from Steve. “I’m Y/N, and you know the grumpy alpha watching us. It’s Stevie, your friend.”

“Stevie,” Bucky repeats. “Omega.”

“We won’t hurt you, Bucky,” you sit next to him to inhale his scent deeply. Just like Steve before, Bucky’s scent makes your toes curl, and you purr low in your throat.

“Fuck,” Steve curses loudly watching your reaction when you catch his friend’s scent. “Y/N, be careful.” He says again, afraid you will turn your back on him.

“What does a pretty alpha like you do in this cell?” You move closer again to run both of your hands over Bucky’s chest and up to his neck. “Don’t you want to join my pack?” You lean closer to whisper in his ear. “I wouldn’t mind having two alphas.”

Steve grits his teeth. He puffs his chest and snarls in your direction.

“Y/N.”

“Shush, Steve. He’s slowly relaxing,” you stop Steve from dragging you out of the room to show everyone he laid claim on you. He may be an alpha, but you have been the leader of a pack for longer than him.

Bucky allows you to touch his chest, he hums and watches you run your hands over his body.

“What are you doing?” Steve asks. “You’re my omega.”

“I think you got something wrong,” you look over your shoulder to size Steve up. “You’re part of my pack. My alpha. This doesn’t mean my pack cannot grow. Bucky needs a pack, and I’m the one in charge.”

Steve crosses his arms over his chest. He looks away and sniffs.

“Are you pouting?” you smirk at Steve. “Aw, you’re still my favorite alpha, okay. Why don't you come over here and allow Bucky to scent you too? Move slowly and lower your head. We don’t want him to lash out.”

“Captain Rogers, I don’t think this is a good idea. I needed months before he stopped snapping at me. He’s still a feral alpha. Your friend or not.”

“We need any help to rebuild this world or set your plan into motion. If we want to fix the mess our world is, we will need this alpha,” you snarl in Strange’s direction. You still don’t trust him. Maybe it’s because of his powers or the fact that you can’t scent him.

“Buck, it’s me,” Steve follows your order. He slowly moves toward you and his friend, head bowed to not scare or anger his friend. “Steve. You remember me, right? We are friends. No. We are family.”

Bucky breathes heavily. He grits his teeth and starts fighting the magic chains holding him in place. The alpha growls loudly and tugs at the restraints.

“OMEGA!” He gets impatient because you stopped touching him. “MINE!”

“She’s mine, Buck,” Steve growls, making you flinch. Great. That’s the last thing you need. A feral alpha versus Captain America. “MINE!”

“Miss,” Stranges claps his hands. You are suddenly outside the room, and the door is back in its place. “You need to stay away from them. They haven’t seen an omega in years. Your scent is driving them up the wall, and they will kill each other if you remain inside the room.”

“Dr. Strange,” you sigh and place your hand on his shoulder. “I know you had a hard time protecting this place and finding a way to undo the events leading up to this point. But I was the leader of a pack for longer than five minutes. Alphas and Omegas followed my lead. So, leave this to me.”

“They will hurt you or worse,” worry flashes in his eyes when he looks at you. “What if they team up to mate you? What if I can’t save you?”

You chuckle. “Doc, that wouldn’t be the worst way to go down.” You grab his hand, squeezing it tightly. "If this goes awry, I have a diary in my backpack. I noted the location of the survivors I met. Maybe it helps.”

“Y/N don’t do this,” he tries to stop you, but you touch the door, and it disappears. “If you need me, just think my name.”

You nod and step inside the room, immediately catching both alphas' attention. They look your way, eyes glued to you as their chests heave up and down.

“We need to talk this out, guys,” you look over your shoulder at Strange. “Release him. If he attacks us, I’ll scream, and you can get us out like you did with me before.”

Strange nods and claps his hands. The door reappears, and the chains holding Bucky to the ground disappear. The alpha cocks his head. He looks at you, purring low in his throat.

You expect him to pounce on you and scent you, but he sits back on his heels, just watching you and Steve for a moment. He tilts his head, eyes zeroing in on Steve.

“St-“ you shriek when Bucky pounces on Steve, not you. You’re ready to help Steve but the feral alpha sniffs at Steve’s neck, growling low in his throat. “Steve.”

“Buck,” Steve tries not to give in to his instinct and pushes the alpha off him. He lies stiffly under his friend, allowing the alpha to scent him. “How have you been?”

 “Guys, that’s not what I had in mind,” you chuckle nervously. “Is there something I should know? How close are you and Bucky?”

“We are friends. No – after all we’ve been through together, we are brothers,” Steve looks up at Bucky, a content smile on his lips. “He used to protect me when I was still the sick and small boy from Brooklyn.”

Bucky considers Steve’s words. He looks at you, eyes darkening as his eyes land on your marred mating gland. “OURS?” He asks, eyes searching Steve’s.

“Ours,” Steve confirms without missing a beat. “Only ours…”

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No man’s land

@undecidedsworld, @pono-pura-vida, @balloncinveronnie

#steve rogers #alpha!steve rogers #bucky barnes #alpha!bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stephen strange #a/b/o #dystopian au #no mans land (5)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Resistance I

A Dystopian AU. Please don’t ask how much there’s gonna be. I’m not sure. But I might add more characters/readers if there’s interest.

Warnings: Violence, dark elements, tags to be added as we progress, tags will not be exhaustive so be wary.

Summary: A part of the underground, you fall into the hands of the authority you seek to derail.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Note: I always love feedback in any form so don’t be shy. Thank you for reading and for all your support. 💗

Inspire by the LEWK.

“I don’t understand,” Sparrow whispers, “they should’ve signaled by now.”

You put your finger to your lips, urging patience as a slat of moonlight shines down your face. She frowns, the way she does when she has something to say. Hound moves quietly around her, placing a hand on your shoulder. He taps in code. ‘Five and we go.’

You nod and hold up five fingers, showing them to the others; Cardinal and Fido gesture from the door. You shift and hook the strap of your rifle around your shoulder, sidling away from the silver beam. You feel along your hip, the long hunting knife sheathed in thick leather against your cargo pants, layered over wool leggings.

A sudden screaming tears through the air, followed by a distant hiss as blue light flashes in the night, fizzling out before you can make it to the window. 

“Shit,” you breathe and hold up a fist, shaking it. Evacuate.

Rifles click and clatter, fabric rustles, and boots scrape and scuff. You turn and follow the line of bodies into the hallways, an explosion shaking the foundation as the walls shed clouds of dust. You pull the bandana over your face as you cough.

“You know the exit plan,” you holler as you turn and point your rifle down the hall, “Hound, take lead.”

You walk backwards as you listen to the scuffle of your squad behind you, moving with them as you keep the barrel aimed. You step over errant debris and keep your eyes squinted against the plaster that laces the air dryly. There’s gunfire below.

“Breach!” Hound hollers back and you point through the closest doorway.

“Rope, repel,” you order as you stand back, waiting for the other to stream in ahead of you. Cardinal takes watch with you at the doorway.

You cover each end of the hall, back to back with a view of the room in your peripheral. The frame of the window scrapes as Hound and Fido work quickly to secure the ground and get the rope knotted. Sparrow’s first out, Hound whistles as he swings his leg out and follows.

“Lynx, Cardinal,” he rasps before he disappears below the ledge.

“Up here!” Voice come from the stairs and you ready yourself to fire.

“Card, you go fir–”

A rattle of gun fire surprises you and sends Cardinals weight into your back. You swear as he nearly crushes you and his body slumps down beside you. You dodge into the room before the next peel of bullets can rip through you. You turn back and stare at your comrades corpse, the warm streak of blood seeping down to your scalp.

You waste no time as you spin and cross the room. You grab onto the rope as you shoulder your rifle and turn to reverse through the window. You hear the boots crushing through the scraps. You don’t have time. 

You swing the rifle around and put the butt to your shoulder. First shot, hit. Second, third, hit, hit. As they regroup, you hurry to the window frame and toss your gun through. No time. You hurl yourself through, gloves burning down the rope as you descend into the air, catching at the bottom with a nasty jerk in your shoulders.

You look around and scramble to grab your rifle. Your squad is gone. That’s the plan. Trouble means run. Rendezvous at the checkpoint. You keep your gun before you, barrel across your torso as you set off into a trot. Another shout.

You dive behind the brick, a wisp tickling your cheek as you narrowly avoid a shot. Fuck. They’re close. Headlights shine in your direction as you hear an engine. And well stocked. You carry on toward the rear of the building.

Shit, shit, shit, more headlights there.

You stop and look around. Up the metal ladder, into the next building. Take them for a chase. You’ve done it before. Screw it, it’s your only option. You sling the strap of the rifle across your chest and jump to grab the bottom rung. You grunt as you raise yourself up with only your arms. As you bend your knee to get a foothold, your other ankle is grabbed from below.

You kick and your accoster in the shoulder. They don’t release you. You try again and the jolt you with a startling force from the ladder. You fall with an unrestrained cry and land on your back. You wheeze as it knocks the air out of you.

You roll and grasp at your chest and throat as you try to force a breath out. The shadow bends over you, unclasping the strap of your rifle before kicking it away. Fucker.

You heave in a painful gasp and reach for your belt. You unsheathe the long hunting knife and slash at the figure’s obscured leg. The distant shine of the headlights aids your aim but you miss as they sidestep your attempt. Your next attempt is kicked out of your hand before the thick tread lands on your chest, pinning you to the frozen asphalt.

A bright glow sparks from down the alley, illuminating the silhouette of the man’s long black jacket. 

“Sir?” The call comes from behind him.

“I’ve got it handled,” he says as he reaches under his coat. He bends, leaning his weight on his foot as he pulls out a small flashlight and flicks it on. The light blinds you for a moment before your vision clears, “look at you, doll.” 

You blink as you stare up at the man, the rings of light illuminating his sharp features. You know him by sight. Bucky Barnes, Consul of the East Sector, one third of the Triumvirate. A cog in the machine you swore to break.

He clicks his tongue, the noise deepening the dimple in his stubbled cheek, “Lynx the Mynx. We meet at last.”

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #resistance #au #dystopian au #drabble #drabble series #mcu #marvel #winter soldier #avengers #captain america

[caffiend-queen]

Masterlist - Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, various incarnations of Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan.

Trying to properly update my masterlists because frankly, if you ever found anything it was a miracle... Thank you as always for reading my nonsense.

There's No Saying Goodbye To Me - Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Bucky Barnes, post-Snap

Complete

The Auction - Dystopian Loki, Bucky Barnes, Ransom Drysdale

"Are You SURE You're Done This Before?" (A Bucky vs. The Mega Karen "Love" Story)

Happy Birthday, Baby - Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes and You

My Voice In The Darkness - Bucky Barnes and you

On Your Knees - Bucky Barnes, Loki, Succubus Na'amah

Promises Made, Promises Kept - Asshole Steve Rogers and lovely Bucky Barnes

Hot, Like Fire - Bucky Barnes

Hell Night - Curtis Everett Snowpiercer

“The front end isn’t running the show anymore. It’s time you learned that.” Curtis Everett Snowpiercer

Don't Make A Sound - dystopian Avengers, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Welcome to the Jungle - dystopian Avengers, follow-up to Don't Make A Sound

In Flight - dragon Bucky Barnes

That Which Is Lost - Infinity Stone Avengers, Loki and Steve Rogers

#Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #Dystopian Avengers #Post-snap Avengers #Dark Steve Rogers #Dark Bucky Barnes #dragon Bucky Barnes #Curtis Everett #Ransom Drysdale

[bucknastysbabe]

OOP FOUND A FUN ONE

Prompt #452

Humans have an insatiable appetite for the minerals and other resources that are required to build robot and computer slaves. These natural resources are excavated from deep within the Earth's crust by a team of robots with enhanced artificial intelligence. You are a scientist who controls these robots through a cybernetic device implanted in your brain. But the robots have become self-aware – and are learning to control their master.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW: Violence, mind control, mention of assault, pnv!sex, we fackin robots, robot!bucky, dystopian!au, touch starved buck buck he’s a good boy, angst, open ending

Fracture - B. Barnes

A general term to include any kind of discontinuity in a body of rock if produced by mechanical failure, whether by shear stress or tensile stress. Fractures include faults, shears, joints, and planes of fracture cleavage.

The Pierce Corporation didn’t care about its expendable Cynernetics. They’d just send another team down. You were the lead scientist of this group, diving deep in planet XE-2A for Anthracite. Anything to keep the dying Earth alive just a bit longer. Holstering your stun gun you thumbed at the entry point of cybernetic implant in your brain. It had been bothering you recently— might need a trip to medbay soon.

Walker and Hodgkins, actual humans, watched over the multiple screens showing your crew. You let them have names, much to Walker’s chagrin. He was still sore on that demotion from not yielding enough minerals due to multiple uprisings under his leadership. Your team constantly was in the top echelon.

“See Walker, if you give them the illusion of choice, they’re much more eager to work,” you said, eyes scanning over Bucky working hard. The blonde glared at you and harrumphed, “They’re fucking machines, robots, AI designed by that prick Stark, you think they’re so obedient. Just wait.”

Hodgkins shrugged. Your implant spiked with pain, you wincing. Both pairs of eyes landed on you with concern. Shrugging them off you muttured, “Going to medbay, my chip port is off. Don’t fuck with the team, please.” Shuffling to through the dreary halls you sighed. Joining Pierce Corp you were hoping for more of the biological side, but they liked your leadership skills and stuck you down in the mines. The cold, uncaring, filled with god knows what mines.

You liked your team though. Let them take breaks, chat with them, sometimes come down to help out. Build a camaraderie. They were eerily close to human anyways, didn’t make much of a difference. Although you had to admit the new fellow didn’t sit right with your gut— he’d been transferred to your team recently. Didn’t want to take a name, just worked. He was under the notorious Rumlow before.

Cold eyes, snarky comments, vile sense of humor. He didn’t care much for you either, no matter how hard you had tried. Bucky, your best worker favorite, offered a pat on the shoulder and whispered, “He’s still messed up from Rumlow, don’t worry about it.” He flashed a pretty smile and you shook off your worries, Buck had a good way of making things seem better.

Another pang. You picked up the pace, growing fearful and agitated. If the chip didn’t work, you couldn’t get your bots back under your control. That meant a certain death. The coward Walker got lucky when they revolted on him. But it was unlikely they’d uprise.

A set of white doors opened and closed, a cleasing spray hosing you down, then the second pair opened. Dr. Banner looked up from his desk, raising a brow. Holding your hands up you joked, “Not the end of the world Banner, I’m not sick or infected with parasites. My inhibitor chip port keeps popping off with these sharp pains.”

He frowned and beckoned you over to lay down on a steel table, murmuring, “How long have you had these pains?” He waved a bright light in your pupils as you hummed, “Uh, about a month or so ago. They’ve gotten worse. First just random but now it’s irritating.”

“That’s strange. Haven’t heard of port issues. Maybe a wire went bad. Let me get an X-ray.”

You turned your head and he scanned the area, clicking his tongue. “Yep, bad wiring, want me to knock you out and take care of it now?” You nodded vigorously, begging, “Please! Driving me up a wall!”

Later on, you were in the mess hall with the other sector scientists, which usually was a dick showing contest. You and Yelena were the only females, usually sticking to your corner. Rumlow was recounting this female worker he’d cornered up and got her to suck him off after hours, Rollins and Sitwell eating it up like pigs.

“Maybe next time she’ll bite your dick off and do us all a favor,” you hollered over to the asshole. Eyes widened you sat back down abruptly, staring at Yelena in fear. You didn’t say that. You wouldn’t dare say that. What just happened?

Rumlow clicked his tongue and scoffed, “Oh shut it over there, everyone knows you and that silver armed freak have a little something-something going on.” You stammered, “I’m completely professional with my team Rumlow.” The blonde girl put a hand on your shoulder, shaking her head.

He stood up and leered at you, humming, “Mhmmm, if not then maybe you need to come to my quarters, might loosen you up a tad.”

“Fuck off Rumlow.”

“Bitch.”

It was quiet, you forking down your food, stomach in knots. Why did you say that earlier? It felt like you had a puppet pulling your mouth open. Yelena asked, “You alright?” Rubbing your port you mumbled, “I..I don’t know. Dr. Banner fixed my bad wire, maybe I just need a new replacement. It felt like something took control of me.”

Rumlow hollered across the hall again, “Hey, how’s that jackass A3-54 doing on your team now? Piece of work, think he’s too good to talk. Ain’t dumb enough to know he’s AI.”

The jolt in your body erupted again, sending you upright, slamming your hands on the table. “You’re all going to fucking die you bastards! And I know you’ll be first Rummy boy!” Rumlow advanced on you, snarling. He fell over on the table, out cold. Yelena holstered her weapon, set on stun. She eyed you and said, “Banner. Now.”

She briskly escorted you to the med bay again and declared upon entry, “Complete removal of inhibitor chip, something’s not right.” You tried to explain and then your vision grew tilted, blackness encompassing your vision.

Upon awakening the backup lights were on, red alarms flashing and blaring. You blinked open and felt your chip, still intact. Banner was dead on the floor, you held back a retch at Yelena’s lifeless body. Why were you still alive and what the fuck was going on? A voice prattled off in your head.

“Hi commander, it’s A3-54. Figured it was time for an overhaul before Pierce sends in the troops. Going to need you to manipulate a little override for me now, okay?”

Your body was moving, forcing you along step by step to Banner’s computer. You grunted in pain, “Stop…stop it..no!” Nasty laughter echoed in your head, other voices piping in. Tears slid down your face as you watched your fingers type in the codes, pulling up the interface for scientist and AI command chips.

“Fuck! Fuck please! Pierce will annihilate us all!,” you pled.

The override button was pressed, the sounds of cheering echoing in your scrambled brain. You crumpled to your knees, utter fear wracking your body. This place would be in flames before the end of the night. Catastrophic levels of hell. You slumped against the desk, head in your hands.

These robots were designed to be much stronger and durable. Without the control trip, you were powerless. The station would be turned around very, very quickly. You eyed your gun, contemplating ending it all. Shakily reaching for the weapon you held it to your temple.

“No!,” came a voice, “Put the fucking gun down.”

It was Bucky. Was he part of this? How could he— fuck. Your chest ached. Miserably moaning you responded, “What’s the goddamn point Buck? Go on, get out of range before the kill switch is activated.”

“Not without you. Where are you?”

“Med-bay. That fucking asshole killed Yelena and Banner.”

Staring at the two kind souls ripped to shreds, a familiar cold hand shook your shoulder. You lethargically stared at Bucky’s familiar face and croaked, “Why?” He gritted his jaw and picked you up easily, asking, “Where are the ships?” You laughed, “They’re probably being swarmed by now. We’re stuck on this rock.”

“I can tell you’re lying. Spit it,” he said, way too gentle.

Glaring at him you grumbled, “Bottom level. Top clearance. I should be able to get in. The smart ones will be there too.” Bucky grabbed Yelena’s gun and tucked it in his mining suit. You directed him toward the vaults, eventually making the robot put you down.

The pair of you made your way deeper and deeper down eerily greenish lit hallways. You finally mustered the courage to ask, “How long?” He raised a brow, interrupted by a hoarse sob, “How long did you know this was possible? I tried to be good, I cared for my team, I cared for,” you clamped your mouth shut. Shoving past Bucky you took the lead.

He called after you, catching up to wrap his titanium arm around your waist in a vice. Bucky’s chilly body was pressed tight behind you, artificially made lips brushing a sensitive ear. The brunette rasped, “I’ve been self-aware for a year now. But I didn’t know about the chip malfunction. The defective was talking about it but I thought it was impossible. You going to finish that sentence, commander?”

Tears streamed down your cheeks, Bucky wiping them away with synth-skin. He sighed, “You’re killing me right now, just say it.” Glaring the robot down you wheezed, “I cared for you. I care for you,” you pointed at him, “But I never would let this insolence slide if I heard of an overthrow.”

He frowned, looking painfully guilty. The rest of the walk was silent until reaching the huge doors containing the secret ship. A3-54 was making Rumlow open it up, the former master shaking with every movement. He was already profusely bleeding. A3 howled, “I’ll make you hurt worse, fucking hurry up!”

Blue synthetic blood and the red of human blood spattered the steel walls. You gasped in shock, wide-eyed look turned to the usually docile Bucky. His eyes looked hollow, sculpted lips turned down. The doors slid open to reveal the unharmed ship, shifting Rumlow with a slick squelch.

You felt sick. But you needed their bodies to figure this out. Bucky easily grabbed both of the deceased individuals, dragging them into the chamber. Right, hive mind currently. You slammed the lock on the door, sealing the space back up.

Rounding the back of the sleek ship, emblazoned with the grim logo of Pierce Corp, you keyed in, the walkway sliding down with a hiss. Bucky followed you in, still dragging the corpses. You hissed, “Put them in that compartment over there, please.”

You settled into the cockpit, placing the coordinates to the nearest home base. Bucky sat down next to you, still quiet. Only the clicking of the dash and hum of the thrusters starting up filled the void. The port opened and the ship zoomed off at hyper-speed.

“We have a day. I’ll have to relay a message soon. I’d like to be alone now.”

He didn’t move, metal hand crunching the steel arm of the chair. Bucky’s jaw clicked and shifted, eyes flickering around. He ground out, “I care for you too. It’s not in my programming. I should have reported A3 commander. Forgive me, please.”

You stared at his sorrowful blues for a long time, feeling numb. This was wrong. Everything was wrong. Why didn’t they put you in bio? You needed to send the message to base before they’d blast you on site.

Instead you ordered the robot, “Go pull out the cot.”

He nodded, eyes lighting up slightly. You kept your mind blank. “Lay on it,” came the addition. Confused orbs stared at you. Slowly you pulled off your gear, then the standard issue garb of your rank, dropping down to thin underwear. He got the point somewhere along the way, undressing frantically, arm whirring.

You eyed his frame, nakedness only hidden by issued briefs. Straddling perfectly crafted thighs you hummed, “Why did they even give you a cock?” Bucky’s cheeks purpled from the blue blood underneath. He stammered, “I- I- don’t know. Didn’t use it except for my hand.”

“Did you touch yourself to me BU-18?,” came your silky purr. He whispered, eyes closed in shame, “Yes commander, I did, many times.” You grabbed his hardened need and stroked it through the thin fabric, the poor thing gasping and whimpering.

“Never by anyone else, no other commanders, no team member on a lonely night?,” you hissed as jealousy grew in your gut.

His brows furrowed as you continued to pump his purpled cock, “Only you, you’re my ah! Commander. I serve you!” You palmed his cheek and growled, “Good boy. Obviously they wired you right.” He softly moaned your name, nuzzling into your warm touch. Like a reptile in a way, seeking warmth to heat their blood.

He stammered, “C-commander, can I kuh-kiss you please?” Bucky looked so pretty like this, your favorite strung out with need. For you. Leaning down your body pressed against his, full breasts pleasantly plastered to his huge chest. His artificial breathing ramped up, hands trembling at his sides.

“You can touch me Bucky, I forgive you, but don’t hide any secrets like that again.”

He pursed his lips, hands eagerly roaming your curves, tender and gentle. You tilted his head and chastely pressed your dry lips to his own, hand possessively holding a sharp jaw, thumb pressed up under on a pulsing vein. The brunette groaned into your mouth, a strangled attempt at your name. You took the chance to lap into his maw, lips sliding wetly.

You gently made contact with his tongue, Bucky jolting. Sensitive creatures. You chased it down again, your sweet boy whining through his nose as tongues tangled lethargically. His hands groped at you harder, massaging the softness of your ass. Bucky’s cock throbbed and pulsed underneath, needy.

You pulled back from his sweet lips, cooing, “You want to fuck me Bucky baby? Being such a good boy, getting me out of that death trap. Being loyal,” he whimpered again as your thumb played with his red lips.

“Please, I’ll be yours forever,” he promised. Deep in your heart and the hardwiring, you knew he meant it. Your own flesh and blood chest constricted at the strange emotions. You ran your fingers through soft hair and instructed for him to get on top. That was done easily with his impressive strength, Bucky now slotted between your thighs.

He closed his eyes again, slowing haphazard breath. You circled your thumbs into his hips, cooing, “Take your time, slow and steady Bucky. No rush.” He opened his eyes, blue orbs focused on your breasts, mouth coming down to suckle. He writhed and whimpered around your buds, making your cunt grow wetter and wetter. Greedy mismatched hands squeezed and played with the flesh, like he couldn’t get enough.

His began to slide against your slick heat, drawing the robot out of his reverie with a sharp cry. The brunette babbled, “Commander, ah, mmh, commander, lemme fuck you now, I- I’ll do my best.” You smiled gently, tugging on long locks, “I know, ready when you are.”

His wet lips gasped against your neck, the blunt head of his cock opening you up slowly. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heated from your own body. You laughed breathlessly, “Really though— they didn’t have to give you such a pretty cock.” Bucky smiled, open mouthed as he slid ever deeper into your cunt. He groaned, “I’m so- hngh- fuckin’ glad they did.”

He bottomed out inside your silky walls, flexing and pulling at Bucky’s most sensitive synth-skin. Cradling your hands in his hair you tugged again, breathing against him, foreheads pushed together. The robot’s hands held tight at your thighs while he began to slide back and forth.

Stuttering breaths intermingled as he grew more confident, picking up the pace of the fucking, your slick pussy entrancing him. You idly wondered if robots even could reach climax, if they’re like a fuck toy. Bucky moaned, “I’ll cum really fast if you think like that so more.” You kissed him desperately, laughing again.

The cot beneath you creaked as he thrust, tip of his cock making a toe-curling drag from your cervix all the way down the soft roof of your cunt. You gripped Bucky’s hair harder, moaning his name, growing higher in pitch on each push of his hips. One of your hands clawed at his back, blue blood reaching the surface.

He nipped at your jaw and your noses crashed together as Bucky took your mouth, feral with need. Trim hips and heavy balls clapped against your softer body, the slick noises of your pussy growing embarrassingly loud. Throwing your head back you cried, “Oh fuck- yes- right there! Good!”

Bucky had angled your hips to strike deeper into your sensitive walls, panting and grunting with effort. His chest dragged along your own, him whining, “Feel s’good, what can I do, is this good?” You nodded in disjointed jerks, moving the silver hand to your swollen bud.

“Suh-fuck-circles, tight, baby, yeah like that,” you instructed him in a tight whine, Bucky sucking his fat bottom lip under white teeth at your body reacting. You squirmed around him, tightening up, the robot returning to fucking you and roughly thumbing your clit as told.

You whined and begged, “Don’t stop, doing so good, kiss me baby, kiss me.” Desperately pulling Bucky’s moaning mouth to your own you licked into his mouth, lips colliding sporadically, your baby nipping at your lip. The pair of you cried eachother’s names wetly, bodies seizing up as climax overtook the senses.

You clamped down on him, clawing his back again, whining. Bucky’s hands tightened to the point of pain, him grunting and moaning as he peaked, cock pulsing and swelling. He whimpered, “Oh fucking hell, I love you.” You pretended to not hear it and kept attempting to kiss him as the orgasm crashed and subsided like a wave.

In the wake, Bucky leaned back onto his haunches, cock sliding out with a slick noise. He pet your thighs, apologizing, “I- uh- didn’t mean to say that.” His cheeks were dark with that synthetic blood, eyes watery with embarrassment. You leaned up with a hiss, cradling his face.

“Look at me.”

He reluctantly did.

“After all of this, I think I love you too. Always were my favorite. We need eachother now. More than ever.”

His shoulders slumped with relief, seeking another kiss, this one short but meaningful. You sighed, “Fuck, I need to send that message, c’mon let’s get dressed.” He nodded shortly, helping you up. Bucky shooed your hands and murmured, “Let me.”

The brunette helped you back into underwear and your uniform, leaving the armor scattered around. You helped him do the same and limped to the pilots seat. Dialing the base radio code you cleared your through and spoke, “This is Commander Alpha 5, I have evacuated the revolt on XE-2A. My team is missing, A3-54 was the defective and is dead. We have it’s body for study. BU-19 remained compliant and has accompanied me. I also have the body of Commander Alpha 4, Brock Rumlow. We expect to arrive within an Earth rotation.”

You sat back with a sigh, waiting for a reply. The radio crackled and a voice returned.

“Thank you Commander Alpha 5, you have done good work. We will be expecting your safe arrival. Signing off.”

You didn’t expect to be greeted by the CEO himself in a tiny office at the base. Space floated on outside a thick window. Bucky sat next to you, arms chained. Alexander Pierce commended you and then his face turned eerily serious. Two guards stood silent behind you.

He murmured, “What happened on XE-2A was unprecedented. But from our failures we find new research. You and BU-18 will need to be studied for some time. This…partnership…established between the pair of you is magnificent.”

You shared a look with Bucky. Atleast you’d be with him for experimentation. You assented, “Thank you sir, I am in support of anything for Pierce Corp.” 

He smiled, “Good,” his eyes flicked to the back, “Ready the chairs for them.”

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[navybrat817]

Choose your fighter.

Credit to @darerendevil here.

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[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Resistance Masterlist

Summary: A part of the underground, you fall into the hands of the authority you seek to derail. (Dystopian AU, Bucky Barnes)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Of Ash & Dust

Part 1: The Descent

“If you think this is a good idea-“ You debate cutting the communication of your earpiece, the small metal disk held onto your ear via a small piece of silicone that hand around the shell of your ear.

For a moment you debate cutting her off and carrying on without your partner giving you sarcastic and falsified hope.

“-then you have lost your mind.” There is a moment where you think about rolling your eyes as she gives you her attempt at sound advice but instead of giving in to the urge, you carry on and concentrate on the glass that’s crunching under your boots.

You focus on the landscape of twisted metal that was meant to be a deterrent for anyone who dared to try and locate the places of myths. If it wasn’t for the twisted metal and the overgrown fauna that truly made this place seem a wonder of old, you had wondered if more people like you wouldn’t have wandered over to these abandoned buildings.

“You don’t have to be a part of this.” You scuff your boot against a cement pillar and hiss at the sound of the worn material catching on a particularly rough edge. You know how daunting navigating these kinds of places can be, and yet even you wonder if it isn’t made more treacherous for a reason.

“The risk isn’t worth the reward.” Your partner’s communication device is crackling, the connection dwindling from overuse on her end and you know it won’t be long before she heads to the ScrapYard for another device.

“You don’t know that.” You approach a particularly bent piece of metal obscuring your path and you hesitate, your attention faltering to the holds in the metal that had once been part of a device meant to scale walls. It’s faded, more rusted and ragged than not, but still, you can see the indentation of a symbol that was carved into the metal all those years before.

“It’s a HYDRA facility, abandoned long before Stark and his endless reign of terror.” Your partner’s voice never rises above the level of mildly interested and she makes her mood known yet again with a weary sigh and long-winded mutter under her breath.

“You’re not helping anyways.” You tap the comm in your ear and end the communication stream, then wait for half a beat before your fingers hover above the device. “Little help.”

The device pulses softly and then projects the light you need, the soft blue glow washing over the rusted metal and a hologram appearing to your left. It’s showing you what you need to know, the information you were hoping for was correct.

There is nothing on the other side of the metal to prevent you from going forward and the process to remove the object should be simple however you doubt you are going to be able to move it on your own.

“Okay POGO-“ You reach behind you and slip your hand into the reinforced canvas bag you brought with you, fingers nimbly grabbing one of the tools you had rebuilt and reinvigorated to help you.

“Personal Operating Geo-“ The little robotic creature you had rebuilt a while ago had come to life on its own and scurried toward the metal object you needed to be moved, and stood before the ragged and jarred materials.

“I just need it moved enough to get through,” at your instruction, the little robotic creature, resembling a marmoset monkey, with its small yet wide eyes and cute angular nose made of metal and fibres so tightly wound together it looked like real fur, “can you help me?”

“Help?” it tilted its head, and you knew it was screwing with you as a playful little jaunt. “Did you forget manners?”

“Did you forget who fixed you?” You mumbled under your breath and then exhaled slowly. “Fine, please would you be so kind as to help me?”

“POGO lives to help.” Your little robotic friend, the one you had found in an abandoned facility not completely unlike this one, had curled its metal and fibre toes around the solid bottom of the heap of crap you were trying to go through and raised its small arms, bracing its human-like hand against the top edge of the climbing structure.

It hadn’t needed to use much power, given the strength that was wound tightly in the fibres of his construction and the kind of metal channels that you had found to piece him together. POGO, your sometimes irritating marmoset monkey companion was stronger than you were.

“Thank you, POGO.” you tightened the clasps of your toolkits and started to climb the surface to step through the opening, hesitating when you had seen the slight drop.

There was nothing on the other side to get through yet there was a slight drop that had you steadying your footing.

“You could slide down.” Your artificial monkey companion stated, holding the opening steady. “I would suggest using an anchor.”

“Thanks, P.” Your right hand dug into one of your pockets to grasp the hook and tie you had for occasions such as this and upon pulling it out of your pocket, you threw the hook toward a deep hold waiting until it had caught.

You yanked on the tie twice, trusting the cable and its strength before you started to ease yourself down the drop until both feet had been steadied on the ground again. As you touched bottom, you were further thrown into the cavernous setting that had led to the opening of the abandoned HYDRA building, the steady descent you were making was a stark and drastic change from what the area once had been.

It was as if the building itself was plummeted deeper into the surface of the earth than intended. The front entrance was long gone, long absorbed by dust and clay, black tarnished earth that surrounded the original structure in a cacophonous density of natural substances.

You had gauged the trip as best as you could from a distance, using your drone to give you some kind of layout and it was only after hours of studying the best way, that you discovered the truth about the state of the building.

The top two floors were all that had appeared out of the earth, the rest were driven deep into the earth. Perhaps it was a purposeful action done by HYDRA themselves, whatever or whoever they had been, to hide secrets of their past. Or maybe it was simpler than that, maybe it was the Earth’s way of reclaiming what space was originally hers.

“I know you cut me off, but I see you’re approaching the entrance of the building. I’ve been doing some digging,” your partner’s voice had come back through the comm, the device against your ear vibrating slightly with the approach of the jagged metal that led to the opening you sought out.

“And..?” You questioned her, steadily encroaching on the top of the building while hearing nothing but the subtle sounds of nature, POGO and her voice.

Everything else was quiet, eerily so.

“There are a whole number of floors and corridors but some are blocked off. The bottom floors look the most promising in what used to be the basement. It’s a long stretch down, it’ll take every inch of your tether system.”

“Head for the basement got it.” You stepped forward, encroaching on the edge of the structure and slowly leaned over, peering down at the hole in the roof that would lead you down.

The same archetypical jagged metal and broken beams that had been chaotically thrown together on the premise were visible in the building. It was a clear shot down like your partner had said, yet it wouldn’t be an easy descent.

“You can always change your mind.” POGO chimed, chirping as he climbed up your leg to your shoulders, and balanced on you, his tiny fingers grasping the material of your coat.

“Hang on, PO.” You replaced the hook you had used earlier for a large and longer grappling device, the steady metal and strong points would suit you well as you tried to descend.

You rolled your shoulders back and inhaled slowly, filling your lungs with clean air before you threw the hook at the other side of the opening, hearing and watching it get caught on a sturdy ledge.

With the rope set in your hands, you stepped toward the teetering edge and leaped. Air rushed from you as you began descending, the feather and the hook holding strong.

You were going steady, descending depths that might not have been seen in decades or half-centuries even, the ruins of old agencies and people who had come before were now your scavenging sight.

“You good, PO?” Your monkey friend had chirped like a physical animal, a sign of his acknowledgement and understanding translating to a vocalized yes.

“Good.” You clung to the tether, your aged gloves keeping your hands from rope burns while the hook held you and POGO safe as long as you didn’t let go.

Every floor you passed was another flashback to the past, the years before and the people that ran the organization called HYDRA had crumbled, their empire and legacy kept only in the shells of marred metal.

“Approaching ground floor.” An autonomous voice chirped in your device, a warning before you had felt the earth below your boots. You stepped down and let go of the tether, dusting your hands off and doing a slow look around the area.

It was dark, dusty and decrepit. The technologies of the past were spared slightly from the torrential weather that would have inflicted the top levels, and you were sure undoubtedly that there would be pumps to drain any residual water but for the most part, the area you could see was dry.

You raised your hand and tapped your fingers against the device, a hologram server appearing before your eyes. You worked quickly, without much thought as you tapped into the electrical systems that were still in place, albeit anciently resting.

“I can only get emergency lights.” You communicated with PO, your partner long silenced. “PO-“

“I’ll find something.” He jumped from your shoulders and scurried off, and you in return had reached into your bag for a small metal orb, fingers grazing the slightly raised edges of the metal grooves carved into it.

“I’ll send the drone ahead.” You pulled your orb out of your bag and gently flexed your fingers around the edges before you had thrown it up into the air, waiting for the tentative moment when it would come to life.

It was a beat, maybe half, before the orb started to glow and a pair of ultralight yet sturdy wings had appeared from the grooves in the side, an almost silent hum from the drone reactive to your command as you willed it to start taking a look around.

With a soft blue glow, the drone started to take off, moving from the place you were in further into the building, going beyond the open area you were in. The light of the drone faded as it had flown away from you, and you had returned to your task of scavenging the area as you had intended. You were looking for Relics, pieces of old that could be used in bartering, trading or for ornamental purposes.

You had tools in your bag to strip all that you could of everything you could find that would be valuable.

It was a task for a person such as yourself, the class and designation you’d been awarded when you defied his orders and made yourself into an enemy. He had stripped you down to the lowest class in his hierarchy, debilitating your abilities to that of a plover bird picking from the teeth of crocodiles.

Or, at least that was according to his words.

“Life detected.” The autonomous voice of your drone had come through your comm.

“Come again?”

“Life detected.” The autonomous voice came with the holographic image of two ancient and out-of-date cryogenic chambers that were still, miraculously, frozen.

The faces were obscured yet there was a heart rate picked up on, and the brainwave patterns of the two men who had been frozen in time, forgotten about.

“Life detected.” Your drone commented again. “Life detected-“

“Ability to unlock and reverse the frozen state?” You questioned, dropping everything to follow the path the drone set out for you.

“Approximate time to reverse the cryogenic freezing: two hours.” You tore into the room at the back and skidded to a stop in front of the chambers.

Your eyes had widened immensely, your breath bating in your chest as the stats, the records of the men were accessed through the database and directed to your comm.

“Two hours,” you tapped your device twice, bringing up the first of the files on the men, “who exactly are you, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes?”

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[every-marveler-ever]

Ground Control (feat. Tegan and Sara)

Black Widow Bingo Never-ending | 🧨 @blackwidowbingo | Dystopian AU

Bucky Barnes Bingo 2023 | 🐐 @buckybarnesbingo | Invisible

2023 masterlist :: (ao3 link)

RATING: Teen WARNING: Dystopian AU, Volunteering for war, Loss of substance, Critical systems, Having to say goodbye

In a world where you have been deployed, purposely detached from ground control because of a radioactive disease. A disease they tell you puts everyone at risk so they require volunteers, for undisclosed tasks. Except everybody knows that it's propaganda but ground control has all the resources, and to gain those resources you have to volunteer someone.

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“Ground control, ground control, this is Natasha Romanoff contacting ground control from Dottie Underwood lounge 248, we would like to volunteer, Bucky Barnes.” Natasha takes the difficult call, looking at those around her. She knows it’s the right solution he is the most likely to come back. 

That’s if they can get ground control’s attention, it’s become harder and harder within the last 6 months. Volunteering seems to be the only way to get their attention, but now they have their pick of volunteers, even that may now bore them into not answering. 

It’s the hope of getting their attention, not being invisible to those that control their supplies with nowhere else to turn to. 

After the moment between call out and answers strains on, Natasha looks into Bucky’s eyes, but Bucky’s not meeting hers is jarring to the pair, they’ve been here the longest, together and soon that may all end. 

Until there is a small static noise from the centre console, the same one Natasha just used to contact ground control, signalling call, voice, something that isn’t the silence everyone is holding. Breaths are held, audibly sucked in. 

“Dottie Underwood lounge 248, this is ground control, Tara Butters, speaking, we ask for volunteers Bucky Barnes, occupation and skill set as your location last record was 678 DB.” Natasha sucks in a breath, her eyes filling, but not letting it phase her, that is when Bucky meets her eyes. 

Bucky is nodding, Natasha knows she needs to do this, everybody agrees, Bucky offered. There isn’t time to be sentimental, she prepared what she would say, “Bucky Barnes is a previous FBI investigator, he had the call sign of White Wolf after multiple reports stating he was invisible on missions.” Bucky smiles at her, knowing this is okay, they have held out for so long. 

Ground control sounds pleased, humming into the machine on the other side, “This is a suitable candidate for our volunteers program, and should be prepared to be deployed in 84 hours.” There is a pause as everybody sighs waiting for the all-important question, the reason they are doing this in the first place. 

“What can we do for you,” ground control asks, the slogan of this whole operation, the way ground control is getting away with it all, pushing them to their wits ends. 

Natasha finds Bucky smiling sadly, as Bucky touches her shoulder on the way out, prepared to be deployed soon, maybe never see these people again, his people. 

They have prepared for this situation too, and Nastaha starts listing off the things they request, “our systems are critical.” 

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A/N: Another story apart of my rediscovering my Spotify-liked playlist. I love All Time Low and so to see this song come up I was ecstatic, and I just think this fits well enough to the song and the prompts. A bit of a lucky coincidence. Also, I can't tell you what connection Bucly and Natasha have in this story if it's romantic or family, I don't actually know.

Bingo Card(s): 

Dystopian AU (bwb 🧨 3/25)

K3: Invisible (bbb 🐐 2/25)

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[gaysindistress]

Sad Girl - four

summary: James has an interesting new business’ proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: cursing, guns, violence (it is a mob au after all), Bucky’s smartass

word count: 1.3K

part 3 | series masterlist

a/n: I know this chapter is a little shorter BUT it’s for good reason. The next part will be worth it. 

taglist: @missvelvetsstuff @angelsincident @spencerreidisagorgman​ 

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

10:30 on the dot and Doll is lounging on the black coach in his office, computer balanced on her knees. Even if she had been whisked into some dystopian world, she still had work to do and emails from her father to ignore. James’ voice could be heard bouncing off the hallway walls as he made his way to his office, talking to someone on the phone. With one hand he opens the office door while the other hand holds the phone to his ear. Surprise is not the first emotion he feels when he notices Doll has made his office her own but it’s only emotion he lets make it to his face. She glances at the clock silently saying “of course I’m on time” and goes back to the files pulled up on her screen. 

“Okay well Steve is more than capable of handling any other issues if they come up so call him,” the frustration is evident in his voice and shoulders as he’s pulling out his own computer and getting it set up on his desk.

“What? No like I said call Steve. Don’t call me and if it’s something really fucked up, Steve will call me. I have a meeting that I am now late to thanks to you not being able to handle little shit,” with that, he ends the call and sits down in the chair that has been calling his name for the last few hours. 

Doll has moved to the chair across from him, eyes taking every detail and making mental notes of where his weak spots are for later use. 

Clearing his throat, he startles her and begins to speak “I’m surprised to see you here already.”

“You said 10:30 so I was here at 10:30.”

“Just surprised given how headstrong you are.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

A smile tugs at the corner of his plump pink lips, wait just lips, as he types something into his computer and turns the screen so they both can see it. He leans forward in effort to make sure she can see the document clearly but all she’s focused on is the chain disappearing under that stupidly well fit burnt orange shirt. 

“I assume you went over the contract already with your father,” he notices where her eyes are looking but doesn’t say anything. 

“Yep.”

“Good girl. Now we do have to officially announce our engagement but you can choose how we do that. You step mother wants us to have an engagement party at their estate but I got your father to agree that announcing it at the fundraiser Friday night would also work.”

‘Good girl’ was not lost on her and her slightly widened as her cheeks flushed which was also not lost on James. 

“I’m required to go anyways so might as well make it useful,” she forces out, nearly chocking on her words, “Pepper only wants to parade you around to all of her friends to show that she has more money and connections than them.” 

“Sounds good to me, Doll. Do you have something to wear?”

She only nods, not trusting the state of her voice. Her mind is too focused on why the hell he chose to say ‘good girl’ and why the hell she’s so flustered over it?

“Can I ask what?”

“A dress.”

“Well of course, Doll but what does it look like?”

Crossing her arms over her chest, “why do you want to know?”

“I want to match my lovely bride to be.”

“Oh well in that case it’s bright yellow with tons of tulle and bows,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. 

Blue steel eyes and a slight smirk stare back at her, a look of ‘try again’ takes over his face. She wonders how many times he uses this same face on his business partners to get them to comply. Or maybe he reserves it for his girlfriends when they misbehave. 

“It’s a black sleeveless, fitted dress with a v neck.”

“How low?”

“Excuse me?”

“How low is the v neck?”

“My boobs will be covered if that’s what you’re concerned about. I wasn’t exactly planning on being engaged when I bought it.”

“I don’t care what you wear. I’m more concerned about whether or not I’m going to have to hold you back when someone looks at you the wrong way or says something stupid,” he chuckles still leaning over the desk, eyes flickering across her body. 

“I can handle my own,” her annoyance is far out grown whatever else she was feeling. 

“Oh I know you can but since I’m about to be your husband, I do have to play the part.”

“Whatever. What else do you need to go over?” she huffs, crossing her right leg over her left. 

Scrolling down a little more, he says “The wedding is scheduled a month from now. You can plan it or we can hire someone.”

“Hire someone. I don’t have the time to plan a wedding and I don’t want Pepper anywhere near it.”

“I figured as much. I’ll have Natasha get all of that sorted,” scrolling a little more, he stops and makes eye contact with her again, “Aside from those two events, there’s nothing else. We just have to play nice in public while having separate private lives if that’s what you’d like.”

Her fingers flex on her bicep, “If that’s what I’d like?”

“I’m known to have a certain affect on women.”

“Oh my god! You’re an absolutely douchebag. Yes I’d much rather have nothing to do with you outside of public events. Now if we’re done here, I’d like to get back to my very legitimate work,” she says, standing with James’ eyes following her every move. 

“The work you do for you father is not legal,” he remarks, eyes settling on the way she bites her lip in irritation. 

“It’s less illegal than whatever you do,” she shots back, waving a hand in the air. 

Sitting back in his chair,  James clasps his hands together in his lap, “what exactly do you think I do?”

“Illegal…things.”

“Very descriptive, Doll. I’ll tell you if you admit you’re also doing illegal things.”

“Providing therapy to people is not illegal.”

“It is if they’re criminals needing a clear record so they don’t go back to prison. Also what therapist carries a gun around?”

“That’s not what I do and I don’t carry when I’m working,” she affirms with great annoyance. 

“Sure, Doll, just when you’re interrupting important meetings,” it’s his turn to roll his eyes. 

“Maybe don’t involve me in stupid shit and I won’t pull a gun on you,” she pauses to stop herself from exploding on him, “I’m a therapist for reformed individuals.”

He reaches into his desk drawer and ignores her, knowing she won’t let it down if he corrects her. He pulls out a little black box with a box on top and sets it down on the desk in between them. 

“Here’s your ring.”

Going to grab the box, Doll is hesitant to believe what he says. 

“My ring?” she questions as she unties the bow and opens the box. 

Inside is a 3 carat radiant cut diamond ring sitting neatly in velvet. 

“Jesus Christ,” she whispers, “might as well have gotten a 5 carat one, holy shit.”

James smirks smugly at her reaction, standing and takes the box from her hands. He takes the ring out and puts the box down before taking her left hand in his much larger hands. She goes silent and still while he slips the ring onto her finger. Bending down he kisses the top of her hand and her breath hitches. 

“5 would be considered a weapon on your hand. 3 will leave a few cuts but nothing too major. Can’t have you doing any real damage to me,” he says through the smirk he is still wearing. 

“I do have to go. Steve has been blowing up my phone since I walked in. I will see you at dinner,” he says pointing a finger at Doll while he walks out of the room, leaving her flustered and alone in the office. 

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[digital-chance]

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hey i'm chance! i've done a writeblr intro recently but i didn't like it, so this is take 2. here's the old one.

─── about me -⋆⋅☆

name : chance

pronouns : they/he

likes : cyberpunk, romance, anime, kpop, music, history, design

age : 20

i tend to swear both on here and in my writing, so if you're sensitive to that, i don't think my blog or work is for you. i also use the word 'queer' a lot since i self-identify as such, when i do choose to self-identify.

i'm interested in so much, which would be impossible to fully state. there are so many new things out there and i love learning about them all!! this blog is mainly for writing but i'm not strict on that.

i also am pretty sure i'm neurodivergent (no diagnosis or anything yet) and tend to delve into hyper-fixations for weeks at a time. if i haven't posted for a while, it's probably because of one of my other hyper-fixations or school.

i'm going to college for my bachelor's in graphic design, which might make my responses during the school year delayed.

i'm always open to ask or tag games!! it might take me a few to respond but i'll respond.

─── writing -⋆⋅☆

you'll find a lot of diverse characters, the found/chosen family trope, romance or rom-com, angst, and references to actual history or historical events within my work. sometimes i throw in a little art fact since i'm an art student. in nearly every one of my works you can find a prominent lgbtq+ character, too.

i write for original works and fanfiction alike. i often alternate what project i'm writing on and tend to leave wips unfinished. there's no one specific fandom that i'm in since i tend to dabble in everything.

i enjoy reading all sorts of stories, but some of the tropes and genres that have a special place in my heart include:

[ genres : romance . action . sci-fi . dystopian . heists . cyberpunk . horror . comedy . mystery ] [ tropes : friends to lovers , enemies to lovers , fake/pretend relationship , college au , coffee shop au , domestic , fluff , angst ]

─── ⋆ looking for ⋆⋅☆

more writers to follow!

good vibes & friends

writing advice & critique buddies (will help critique ur work too)

─── works in progress -⋆⋅☆

nova futurum | original work | #wip: nova futurum

─── ⋆ status : brainstorming

a lgbtq+ mafia cyberpunk story with the working title "Nova Futurum." i've got the general information down and i'm currently working on fleshing out my main characters. for now it's in the very basic stages, but feel free to ask me about it or give any tips!

you still would've been mine | fanfiction | #wip: yswbm

─── ⋆ status : outlining, research, & writing draft 1

Steven "Steve" Rogers wakes up in the 21st century after crashing into the ice in 1942, leaving behind his life as the mascot of the USA along with his childhood in Brooklyn NYC. The Winter Soldier, a man left behind in the war recovers his memories as the man known as James "Bucky" Buchanan Barnes after meeting Steve in the modern time. Steve and Bucky recall their childhood and their experience in the war as they recover.

matchbreakers | original work | #wip: match

─── ⋆ status : brainstorming

xavier works at match breakers. instead of setting people up on blind dates, he goes to dates and breaks up the couple. all sorts of people hire him, disapproving parents, jealous ex's, and those scared to see their ex's angry side. what he doesn't expect is falling in love with one of his own clients.

scars of duty | original work | #wip: sod

─── ⋆ status : plotting

Lucian is a hero who protects the city of Haines and the other members of his hero's league. They're a small-name hero just trying to make do with what they've got. A villain new to the city shows up and shakes Lucian’s perception of their own superpowers and the world.

< tag lists: if you'd like to be added for any project, let me know. i'm not the greatest at remembering the tag list but i will try! >

─── ⋆ more of my socials & my design portfolio

#writeblr intro #writeblr #writers of tumblr #writing community #writeblr search #writeblr introduction #author intro #reintroduction #writeblr reintro #graphic design #matchbox twenty #wip: nova futurum #wip: yswbm #masterlist #masterpost #pinned post #pinned #intro #writerblr #writeblr community

[holylulusworld]

Not a queen (Arc 2) masterlist

Summary: You are no one. What if fate makes you queen?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Maid!Reader x Nick (Fowler) Barnes

Warnings: heavy angst, dystopian world, modern royal au, deals, secrets, polyamory, possible smut in future chapters, more to be added in single chapters

This series takes place in the Two kings universe, at the same time. I recommend to read this story first to understand this universe better.

You can find all arcs here: Of Kings and Queens Arcs

Not a queen - Prologue

Not a queen (1)

Not a queen (2)

Not a queen (3)

Not a queen (4)

Not a queen (5)

Not a queen (6)

Not a queen (7)

Not a queen 7.5

Not a queen (8)

Not a queen 8.5

Not a queen (9)

Not a queen (10)

#Not a queen (Arc 2) masterlist #nick fowler #bucky barnes #nick fowler x reader #bucky barnes x reader #royal au #dystopian au #nick fowler x reader x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Resistance IV

A Dystopian AU. Please don’t ask how much there’s gonna be. I’m not sure. But I might add more characters/readers if there’s interest.

Warnings: Violence, torture, blood, gore, dark elements, tags to be added as we progress, tags will not be exhaustive so be wary.

Summary: A part of the underground, you fall into the hands of the authority you seek to derail.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Note: I always love feedback in any form so don’t be shy. Thank you for reading and for all your support. 💗

Inspire by the LEWK.

You wheeze and puff as Bucky drops another fingernail onto the floor. Blood leaks from the barren beds, throbbing and searing in agony. Your hands shake as you're restrained by the thick cuffs attached to the armrests. You grit your teeth and roll your eyes against the hot tears.

"I'm not stupid, Lynx," he snarls as he bends to press his lips to the side of your head, "I know those idiots have moved by now. You don't tell me where they planned on going. You tell me the safehouse. Right now."

"Go... fuck...yourself," you sneer as you rip your head aways from him.

He snorts and twirls the long tweezers in his hand, gripping them in his metal fist. He drives the tip into your naked nailbed, and you shriek. The pain flowers through your tendons and sets fire to your veins. You quake in the chair and let your voice rip from your chest. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He twists it, "tell me where."

You grunt and let it roll against your teeth. He scoffs and pulls back the sharp point, tossing the tool away from him. He turns and takes another from the tray, a pair of silver scissors. You shiver as he holds them up and refocus, looking past him to the two men on the platform, sitting in their thrones. You won't tell. You can't.

Bucky moves into your sight as he slides the blades up your sleeve. He cuts through the layers to your shoulders and across to the collar. The scissors slice through the fabric noisily. You blow out through your nose and brace yourself. He strips away your clothing, little by little, until you're completely bare and quivering.

He looks down at you, eyes scouring you from head to toe. He expects you to cower. Expects you to dissolve before him. You won't let yourself.

"This doesn't have to go any further," he warns as he presses the scissors to your neck lightly, "I can show mercy."

You lower your head and shake it slowly. He sighs and lets the tip cut into your skin before rescinding it. He drops it to clatter on the tray and signals with his hand. He grabs a clump of your hair and forces your head back as he stretches out his other arm. He's brought as large jug that he hovers over you.

"Tell me now."

You swallow and say nothing. He tuts and angles the pitcher to your nose. He pours it, keeping your head tilted even as your muscles fight to sit up. You choke on the water as it floods your nostrils and throat. You cough and gag and he eases up again.

"Go on."

You spit up a mouthful towards him and he growls. He pours morez a steady stream that suffocates you, frigid water that chills you to the core. You croak and sputter as your writhe against your restraints.

"Come on, doll," he stops again, "I'm listening."

You glare at him, heaving but silent. His nose flares and he starts again. Another flood smothers you until you're dizzy. He empties the jug and watches you.

"Lynx…"

You cough and hack before you catch your breath. "Fuck y–"

He swings the pitcher and smashes it into your face. You feel the crunch in your nose as a split forms in the skin along your cheekbone. You groan and reel as the jug flies across the room and hits the floor loudly, bouncing and rolling to a stop.

"You're a tough little minx," he turns back to the tray and drags his fingertips along the edge.

He clucks and reaches to brush his beard, lingering on the grey patch by his chin. He shrugs and chuckles as he faces you again. He rests his hand on his belt and grasps the handle of the long knife there. His fingers fit perfectly in the grip.

He slides it from the sheath and admires the silver blade, "I find the best way is the old fashioned one."

He holds the knife in front of you, pointing it towards your chest. He trails the edge down your stomach lightly. He's taunting you.

He pushes the blade firm and splits the skin down your thigh, slowly cutting to the knee. You hiss as the blood beads around the incision and stains the silver. Your toes curl and you keep from balling your stripped fingers.

He shifts the direction of the blade, cutting across, then back up. He raises the knife and smirks at it. Then his eyes flick up to meet yours.

"Oh, Lynx, this could've been over," he purrs and puts the knife flat, gliding the edge along the bottom of the incision.

He pushes the skin up and starts to peel. You feel the flesh separate from muscle and cry out. The agony is unlike anything you've ever felt before. It consumes you completely.

Your vision flashes white and the blood courses through your veins like fire. Your voice rises and rises beyond your control. You can't think as the torment crawls up your leg.

"The Ridge!" You exclaim, "The Ridge. Please! I can't–"

The flames recede but cinders still singe at your leg. Your head lolls as you gulp down air, your face wet from the years you could not contain. Your body is not your own, it is at the mercy of the pain, at his mercy.

"What was that?" Bucky steps back, moving to let the other two men get a glimpse. You see how they lean forward, enraptured by the scene.

"The Ridge. That's… the safe house." You begin to sob, overcome not only by the agony but by your own weakness.

You broke. You told him. You told them. You sold out the others. Those you swore your life to.

"You can kill me know," you shudder as you let your head fall back, "please."

Bucky grins and shows you the bloodied blade. He brings it to your throat and you close your eyes. You're ready. There's nothing left. A rat like you deserves to die.

"On second thought," he draws away and his shadow shifts, your eyelids parting to watch him turn around, "gentlemen, do you mind if I play with this one a bit longer?" He snickers and faces you again, "she's too much fun."

#bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #series #resistance #mcu #marvel #au #dystopian au #winter soldier #avengers

[rillils]

what hurts me most is thinking abt people realizing just how YOUNG bucky actually is

it's so fucking unfair, it just breaks your heart to even think about it, doesn't it?

consider catfa. here you have a young man barely into his late 20s, when you're technically a fully grown adult, but really you're most likely still trying to get your shit together, you know, still figuring out how Adulting™ really works - and then it's one tragedy after the other for him

Bucky has his whole life ahead of him, and instead of getting to choose a path of his own, of building a life for himself, he is:

drafted into a war he never even wanted to be a part of

captured, forced into hard physical labor and ultimately experimented on against his will

kinda roped into going back to the front lines after being rescued (not against his will this time, but let's face it, there was no way in hell that he would have gone home while Steve was still out there putting his life on the line)

captured once more when his whole team thought him dead, tortured in every possible way, taken apart, experimented on some more, quite possibly put on god knows what kind of substances, either to further improve his physical performances or to aid in keeping him docile and easier to manipulate - or, well, for both of those reasons I guess

brutally stripped of his identity, his memories, his free will, his humanity, and reshaped into a killing machine, a weapon to be used whenever necessary, and, as they say, put away wet. and then rinse and repeat for sixty-nine years.

the truly horrifying part is that they didn't just hurt him, they also forced him to hurt other people. people whose lives were taken by his own hands, when he was barely even an unwilling passenger in his own body. so here he is, just… grieving,

both for himself - the years he lost to torture and brainwashing, and can never get back again; and the life he could have had, with all the people he loved, in the place he used to call home - and for all the victims of the Soldier and their respective families, left to mourn their loved ones, often without even knowing why.

he could have lived a normal, quiet, happy life, but all of that was taken away from him.

BUT but but butt butt

here's the thing.

actually, here's a couple of things.

you see, pieces of crap like Endgame will try to convince you that, if things didn't go exactly your way the first time around, you should just give up on your future altogether and fuck off to the past, where you can live out an unhealthy fantasy and have a creepy, dystopian-coded life as-- well, not even as yourself, just as somebody else wearing your own face.

don't listen to pieces of crap like Endgame, they give the shittiest kind of advice.

because! because even after everything he went through, Bucky's still alive! his life isn't over. and that's the beauty of it! he SO can still be happy, and do all the things he didn't get to do back in the day. sure, the timing might not be what he originally thought, back before the war, but just because his plans got derailed doesn't mean that he can't build his own life now. and that's exactly what he's going to do, one step at a time - and YES, with Steve by his side, if I get any say in this (and this being my answer to an ask on my blog, I get all the say lol)

so I hereby declare that Bucky gets to be as fucking happy as can be! like, SO MUCH FUCKING HAPPINESS, YOU CAN'T EVEN QUANTIFY IT. so much fucking happiness, you'd think he might get sick of it!!!! but he won't!!!!!!

I think he does find that calm he so desperately needed. I think he gets to find himself again, gets to meet all the parts of him he thought he'd lost, the ones even he had forgotten. I think, he even gets to meet some new sides of Bucky Barnes he hadn't had the chance to discover yet.

I think he learns that some days are worse than others, and on those days, he learns to show himself a little kindness, and a little forgiveness for not being who (he used to think) he was supposed to be, and a little love for who he is.

I think he also learns that, while there are some bad days, and there will always be, most of them are actually, surprisingly, good days. I think he learns that he has the right to have good days. I think he learns that he deserves to have good days. I think he learns that it's okay to feel good; that there's nothing silly or lazy in just sitting outside in the sun, and basking in its warmth like a happy little lizard, and wishing you never had to move from that spot at all.

I think he gets to be the nerd he always was deep down; science nerd, space nerd, book nerd, any sort of nerd flavor he can find the time and will to explore.

I think he gets to build a home for himself, with the man who always meant Home to him, more than any house ever could.

I think he gets to wake up to good-morning kisses, and to good-morning fingers carding tenderly through his hair, and good-morning playful groping under the sheets, and good-morning "sorry I just kneed you in the groin, lemme kiss it better for ya", and good-morning giggles because Steve's bedhead achieves epic levels of Bird's Nest first thing in the morning, and good-morning pretty eyes looking back at him from Steve's pillow, drinking him in like no sight in the world will ever be as heartrendingly beautiful as Bucky waking up next to him in their big, big bed, and good-morning "how do you want your eggs?", and good-morning "let's skip eggs and have french toast today", because today, today he's feeling good.

and that's only the start, honey 💕💕💕

#stucky just stucky #personal #bucky barnes #stucky #i got carried away fjdhsk SORRY MY BAD HONEY #*flies into the sun*

[mrs-stans]

Lily James and Sebastian Stan Reportedly Cast in Secrets & Wives

Lily James and Sebastian Stan have reportedly joined the cast of Focus Features’ period film ‘Secrets & Wives.’ The movie, helmed by Carly Wray, is scheduled to start shooting in Atlanta, Georgia, and Vancouver, British Columbia, on an undisclosed date. The film, set in the 1980s rural Washington state, revolves around a single working mother named Sherry, who is swept off her feet by a charismatic, larger-than-life outsider named Martin Lewis. They run off and get married, only for hell to break loose. Sherry’s life gets turned upside down when it’s revealed that Martin is a married ex-gangster.

Lily and Stan are expected to play Sherry and Martin respectively. The two performers previously worked together for Hulu’s biographical series ‘Pam & Tommy,’ in which Lily plays actress and model Pamela Anderson and Stan portrays musician Tommy Lee.

Lily recently completed the filming of Sam Worthington and Riz Ahmed-starrer ‘Relay’ and Joseph Gordon-Levitt-starrer ‘Providence.’ Her upcoming release ‘The Iron Claw,’ starring Zac Efron and ‘The Bear’ fame Jeremy Allen White, is scheduled to be released on December 22, 2023. Her recent credits include Josephine Esperanto in ‘Finally Dawn,’ Zoe Stevenson in ‘What’s Love Got to Do with It?’ Linda Radlett in ‘The Pursuit of Love,’ and Ellie Appleton in ‘Yesterday.’

Stan recently concluded the filming of ‘A Different Man,’ in which he stars alongside Renate Reinsve. He is also a part of the cast of Marvel Studios’ ‘Thunderbolts.’ His recent credits include Vlad Tenev in ‘Dumb Money,’ God in ‘Ghosted,’ Max in ‘Sharper,’ Steve in ‘Fresh,’ Nick Fowler in ‘The 355,’ and Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier in ‘The Falcon and the Winter Soldier.’

Although the exact dates of the filming are yet to be announced, we can expect the same to begin after the conclusion of the ongoing SAG-AFTRA strike. Atlanta, known as the Hollywood East, is home to several production facilities and natural attractions. The city previously hosted the production of several famed projects, including ‘The Walking Dead,’ ‘Stranger Things,’ ‘Cobra Kai,’ ‘Ozark,’ ‘Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3,’ etc. Vancouver AKA Hollywood North, on the other hand, is a significant filming location of ‘Virgin River,’ ‘Supernatural,’ ‘Criminal Minds,’ ‘The Last of Us,’ and ‘Fear the Walking Dead.’

Wray, who is at the helm, also penned the screenplay. The screenwriter wrote several acclaimed episodes of AMC’s drama series ‘Mad Men.’ She also co-wrote and co-executive produced HBO’s superhero series ‘Watchmen’ and Max’s dystopian series ‘DMZ.’ Her other credits include ‘Westworld,’ ‘Mindhunter,’ ‘The Leftovers,’ ‘The Bastard Executioner,’ and ‘Constantine.’

Berlanti/Schechter Films, New Leaf Literary & Media, and Truly*Adventurous team up with Focus Features for the production of the film. Greg Berlanti, Sarah Schechter, Michael McGrath, Pouya Shahbazian, Matthew Pearl, and Greg Nichols are the producers.

#Sebastian Stan #Lily James #Secrets & Wives #Mrs-stans

[your-averagewriter]

Request rules.

I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.

I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.

I also only really write x reader fics.

My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!

- Thanks for the requests though! :)

Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!

People/characters I will write for:

DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:

- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.

- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.

- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).

- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.

- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.

- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.

- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.

- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.

- Fallout - Cooper Howard (pre and post Ghoul), Lucy MacLean, Maximus.

- The Walking Dead (I've only seen the first season so no spoilers please!!) - Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Lori Grimes, Andrea

HORROR:

- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.

- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.

- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.

- Late Night with The Devil - Jack Delroy

- Renfield - R.M Renfield.

- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.

- The Boy - Brahms.

- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.

- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.

- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.

- The Crow - Eric Draven.

- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.

MARVEL:

- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.

- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.

- X-Men and others (Deadpool etc) - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Nightcrawler, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson.

DC:

- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.

- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.

- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).

- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.

The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).

ANIME:

- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.

- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.

- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.

- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.

- My Hero Academia - Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Ida, Ochaco Uraraka, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Kyoka Jiro, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Itsuka Kendo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Keigo Takami, Mirko, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara.

- Obey me - Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon.

- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.

- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.

- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.

MUSIC:

- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.

- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).

- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.

- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.

- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.

- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.

- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).

- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.

SCI-FI:

- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.

- Prey - Naru, Taabe.

- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.

- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.

OTHERS:

- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.

- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.

- Euphoria - Rue Bennett, Jules Vaughn, Maddy Perez, Cassie Howard, Fezco, Lexi Howard, Nate Jacobs (nothing abusive).

- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.

- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.

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I know that's quite a long list and if you want me to write for a character not on there then just ask :)

#masterlist #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #x yn #marvel #dc #star wars #stranger things #attack on titan #castlevania #avatar the last airbender #waterparks #my chemical romance #emo bands #sandman #prey #predator #obey me #haikyuu #x you #kingsman #hunger games #maze runner #spiderverse #x y/n #writing #oneshots #what we do in the shadows #wwdits

[imaginedreamwrite]

Of Ash & Dust

Part 2: Stultitia hominum

The aged metal walls and tainted reddish-orange colour of rust garnishing the beams that had once been the foundations of a vast, perhaps not great morally, empire, had encompassed the area like a decrepit blanket.

It offered neither comfort nor warmth, nor had it offered anything but the dim and aged style of lighting that had suited them well enough back in the days of their triumph.

It was in the clutch of a room, something spacious and large with the rust eating away at metal, and the chain-linked barriers keeping small cells away from the openness of the room you had remained in.

The cells were no larger or more spacious than would be allotted for a man to stand with hunched shoulders. There had been support posts that had been worn down or eaten away, either made for a bed or some kind of cot, though neither would have been comfortable.

Or so you surmised, judging by the state of the rest of the room.

You had gained little ground in the manner of finding out what this facility was meant to do, having accessed a few files under the names of project Insight, Deathlok and Centipede; however, most files were either corrupted, inaccessible or destroyed.

As for the two men you had discovered in the crypt chambers, the files you had been able to access had spoken of their lives in the 1900s to the last records in the years of 2015/2016. You had gained access to almost every detail of their lives to a certain point, and it was these facts that you had been studying since you had left their cryo-chambers for the inner workings of the facility.

“Alert.” The autonomous voice had spoken in your ear through your comm. “Fifteen minutes until the cryogenic freezing is reversed.”

“Fifteen minutes,” you tapped your comm twice to bring forth the holographic display of files and databases you had accessed while you were here in the decrepit facility, even in the short time you were in this room and selected the two files on the men that had been frozen.

“Steven Grant Rogers was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1918. Joseph and Sarah Rogers, a soldier that had died in the First World War and a nurse that died in a TB ward.” You had extended your hand for the file and tapped twice, bringing up facts that you had already known from searching earlier.

“James Buchanan Barnes was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1917. He was born to a wealthy family, George Barnes and Winnifred Barnes. James Barnes had four younger sisters, the only one known was Rebecca Anne Barnes.”

There had been matching pictures of the two men in olive green uniforms, the matching colours and structures having belonged to the 107th division, although there was a clear difference in rank between the two men. One, Steve Rogers, was a captain and had been labelled Captain America, while James Barnes was a sergeant.

“Both men had been thought to have died in the war.” You hummed and slowly pushed yourself to stand, the holographic files moving with you, shifting as you had shifted to always remain in front of you.

“But it was revealed in 2011 and 2014 that both men respectively were still alive, both frozen at some point.” You dusted yourself off and reached into one of your pockets, feeling around for a small device that was akin to an electromagnetic field, the device providing you protection from the men if they had come out hostile.

You didn’t know what to expect, you didn’t know how they would react upon coming out of cryo, and while it was certainly a practice that had been used many times before, the machines these men were in had been archaic at best. The machines now were much more compact and streamlined and had far fewer side effects than these machines.

“Ten minutes until the cryogenic freezing is reversed. Your droid chirped in your ear, communicating your timeline in a pleasant yet artificial voice. “Ten minutes-“

“Threat level?” You questioned, closing the holographic database and returning your frontal vision to normalcy.

“Scanning and analyzing threat level.” Your droids voice had fallen short again, the quietude of the abandoned space was chilling.

There was nothing around you to take notice of, nothing but the sound of your footsteps and breathing. There was no sign of life in this abandoned facility, nothing but the remnants of some organization with hidden or depleted documents that could have given you insight into their business.

There was nothing but the lost touch of HYDRA, the stamped names written on walls and metal cages that were being eaten away by rust and the harsh bite of time.

It was eery.

“Threat level detected, the potential to be high risk if not armed. Be advised that Captain Steve Rogers was altered DNA and Sergeant James Barnes has an artificial limb that is made from some unknown metal.” Your drone had given you the warning, a quick-fired advanced notice that was coming before you had to go back and deal with the two men in the chambers.

“Thanks for the heads up.” Your departure back through the facility was marked with stilled silence and the sound of your breathing.

It was a look into the past that was long forgotten and left behind, the marred and eaten metal that would have once been pristine and sharp. The steel that would have been perfected and carried strength in its conception was now broken and bent, marred by time and the weight of the years inflicted upon it.

It was a captured image and look at the world before the ragged and toxic clutch of time, of Stark and his tyranny.

But maybe it was more than that. Maybe it wasn’t just the clutches of time and the weariness of the world shifting around the places of the past, maybe there was a ravaged fight that had taken place to further destruction.

Maybe it was natural; maybe it was manufactured.

“Five minutes.” The drone had given you another alert just as you had made your way back to the chambers, the cryogenic freezing nearing completion.

With the mix of processing gasses and chemicals almost dissipated, you were given a better look at the two men who were trapped inside. There was little blocking your view of the men seemingly bound together in this frozen state, the two men frozen in time in chambers of the past world.

The man on the left, you could see, was Captain America judging by the tactical suit he had been wearing that was kept as safe from the clutch of time as the man himself had been.

His suit was dark blue and reinforced with padded shoulders and protective materials around his shoulders and chest. There was a clearly outlined white star in the middle of the chest that had been greyed, likely before he was frozen.

The uniform was further broken up from the blue chest with a background of greying white, and thick, faded, red stripes that had been drawn down from the chest piece until the waist. The same shade of faded red was seen in a few pieces on his arms, pulling the whole tactical uniform together in a conceptualization of the American flag, in some way.

“Captain America.” You had set your hand against the glass, feeling a soft yet steady hum from the machine. “Which means-“

“The Winter Soldier,” the drone had cut you off, delivering a new accessed patch of files that had come without the time frame allowed for you to read it before the process was complete, “is Sargeant James Barnes. “

“The Winter Soldier,” you stepped before the other chamber and gazed at the man behind the barrier, studying his features with the same intensity that you had studied the captain with, “is the Sergeant.”

Unlike the man, who was with Sergeant Barnes, the Winter Soldier had not had a tactical suit like the Captain.

Instead, he was wearing a thickened deep black jacket that was reinforced internally with the left sleeve cut off displaying the sleek metal arm that had been branded with a red star on the shoulder. You could only see an inch of his bottom half, you could sparsely make out the appearance of some kind of militarized cargo pants that you had surmised carried the same strength as his jacket.

His hair was long, brushing against the nape and bottom of his neck, the curtains of hair falling into his face, with stubble dusting his cheeks and neck, the beginnings of a beard adorning his strong jaw.

Both of the men were beautiful, both of the men were tall and had cut imposing figures.

There was no indication of what the Winter Soldier was, or why the name had been given to him, nor was there any indication that he was any more of a threat than his friend was.

“One minute.” Your drone was hovering, the green light continuously scanning the chambers as you waited for the men to be out, to be freed from the cryogenics.

“One minute.” You had stepped away from the chambers and grasped the device you had meant to have readied sooner, and pulled it out of your pocket.

You had turned the small orb over in your hand before you felt the small trigger button on the top of the smooth orb. You flexed your finger and pushed the button in to initialize the safety device, receiving a series of small vibrations before you knew to let it go.

As the orb had fallen to the floor and rolled a few inches away, a pulse akin to electromagnetic technology had started to radiate from the metal, surrounding the area in a safety net that would render most weapons useless. If they had attempted to physically strike, the device would administer a mild shock that would debilitate them where they had stood.

The start of a gentle hiss that had begun pouring out from the bottom of the chambers had arisen with the end of the freezing process. You were readying yourself, preparing yourself with a few electrostatic disks that were usually used to neutralize potentially dangerous high emittance emergency sirens of buildings.

You had discovered and learned that those same discs could be used in self-defence if someone had tried to attack you while you were unaware. The discs would emit a pulse that could bring grown men to their knees without a fight.

“Process complete.” The drone’s green radiating light had ceased and the device had flown back to your palm, the small little thing compressing back into its travel size, leaving you alone with the men to witness the top and bottom half of the separating and allowing the two men to finally be earthed after so many years after being frozen.

You waited and watched with bated breath as the last lingering effects of the cryogenic freezing had dissipated and the two men had started to come back to the real world. There was a moment when you felt as if time had stopped completely as if you would never feel the shudder of your breath or the beat of your heart.

There was nothing to kickstart your heart or lungs back into functionality again until you saw their eyes fluttering open, the start of the two men coming back to the waking world.

“They look like they’ve seen better days,” POGO had claimed, precariously scurrying across the floor as he crossed the room back to your side, climbing up your leg to your shoulder, “old relics.”

“Steve-“ the first spoke, stumbling from the chamber with a thick and hoarse cough coming from his mouth. His hands, both flesh and metal, had rested on his knees while he gathered himself.

“Buck-“ Captain Rogers was next, almost as worse for wear as they both had been heavily afflicted by the years and decades spent inside the frozen chambers.

They had yet to notice you, yet to pay you any mind. You had remained as still as possible as they, and their bodies, had started to get used to the immediate release from the cryogenic chambers. You had studied them, watched them as they stood close to each other, and had finally and truly recognized how physically imposing they were.

Both men were over 6’2”, both as broad as they were thickly built, with the sheer impressive size and muscular strength making you second guess having not prepared better.

“Hi-“ the sound of your voice greeting them had elicited a reaction of proactive fight instincts, and the resulting jerk of their bodies had done exactly what you hadn’t wanted.

The pulse of the device you had set up for your protection and the disks POGO had carried himself, had brought both men to their knees within a single moment. They were dragged down, rendered unable to move and you had reacted just as quickly, with a swift kick of the orb that was pulsating, the field was cut out and you were able to approach.

“Shit! I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would react like that. Are you okay? Are you both okay?” You crouched in front of them, the two of them still reeling from the pulsation that had rendered them unable to move.

“Where the hell are we? What the hell was that?” Sergeant Barnes had hissed, holding his flesh hand against his side, his jaw clenching with every breath.

“Shit, I think you’re hurt. POGO-“

“I have located three different first aid kits nearby under some rubble. Would you like me to grab one?” Your robotic friend had hopped from the ledge he was at to approach, tilting his head.

“Where the hell are we? Where is Stark?” Captain Rogers asked with tentative aggression, slowly starting to rise again. “Tony Stark-“

“Tony Stark?” You furrowed your brows and eased back onto your heels. “Tony Stark is dead. He’s been dead for nearly a century and a half.”

There was silence, egregious and tense. It lasted a single moment before Steve Rogers had spoken in a whisper, shocked and at a loss.

“…how long have we been cryogenically frozen?”

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