#zombies Bucky

[krystal-kade]

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

'A Wyatt Place' actually confirms that Bucky is m-spec and poly because he asked out 3 different people with no regard for their gender, which OBVIOUSLY means that Bucky and the Aceys are(were? Unclear) a polycule. This is a completely logical conclusion and not at all a leap in logic based off of a one off joke.

[beta-adjacent]

Really Dumb Zombies hcs (vol 1)

So I don’t think they ever agknowledge this but Bucky being cheer captain when Addison was a freshman, and then graduating alongside Addison in her senior year, implies that Bucky either got into cheer early as a prodigy or that he’s a super senior/was held back a year. But I personally like the idea that Bucky was held back a year and is deeply insecure about his academics, which is (one of many reasons) why he puts so much energy into cheerleading

Shrimpy isn’t actually human; it’s also technically something monstrous. Maybe the moonstone energy mixed with a sock that had a shrimp chip stuck to its bottom or something LOL. It’s nonverbal and uses it/its pronouns

This feels like kind of a given, but when Addison and Zed leave for college, they carry along habits from Seabrooke other people immediately dock as weird. Or it's just really off-putting for the two when they can't name everyone in their class.

Bouncing off that last one, I love how it'd especially irk Addison that no one's eyes linger on Addison's blue/white hair (because they all assume it's hair dye). Like, even at home people are still acclimating to it, but people treat it like it's just an average Tuesday.

In Zombies 3, we know Zed has the 3rd highest GPA, even though his biology test scores have an average of Bs. Implying that all of Seabrooke is actually, in fact, very stupid (or just cannot work with the education standards).

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

zombies + text posts

(2 3)

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Loyal Protector

(1-1)

Short story # 23

Gifs NOT mine.

Summary - After the whole world has died, you find yourself wandering the wastes with your loyal Captain at your side. And even in death Captain Steve Rogers swears to protect you at all costs.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 10 minutes

Sunlight glimmered off the iconic shield of Captain America, which hung from the dead man's arm like it was an extension of himself. Granted in many ways it was an extension of himself, in life and now even in death it would seem. (Y/n) looked at the reanimated corpse of her husband Captain Steve Rogers. Her heart ached painfully knowing she would never hear his voice again, be held in his strong sturdy arms, or share passionate kisses. Her Steve was gone, he died to buy her time to get away from the hord that had cornered them. Then three nights later she found herself face to face with his reanimated corpse. She'd held her pistol up with shaky hands, knowing she had to protect herself for his sake, or else his death would have been for nothing. Tears streamed down her face, unable to pull the trigger. A sob escaping her as he limped closer towards her, the hiss of his voice clutching at her broken heart, her lungs burning with every gasping breath she took.

Then he did something she never dreamed was possible. His hand pushed away her gun with purpose, placing himself before her, he rest his decaying forehead against her temple. They stayed that way for a short while, each of the growls and grunts escaping him made her jump. But she was to afraid to move away from him, afraid he would tear her apart the way the dead usually did with the living. They stood there like that for what felt like hours to (Y/n), but in reality it had only been a few minutes at best. The sound of shuffling footsteps made (Y/n) tense up, her spine going stiff and her heart hammering as adrenaline started pumping through her veins. The corpse of her late husband growled in dissatisfaction, and he whipped around faster than any reanimated corpse should, roaring in rage at the sight of another of the dead stumbling towards them. The Captain turned with a swiftness, throwing his shield at the intruding dead, the sheer force splitting the corpse in half at the waist. The shield ricochet off of a tree, and he caught it in a single smooth motion, as he did when he was alive. (Y/n) felt her bottom lip tremble, tears threatening to spill once more. He steps in front of her again, horse breath rattling in his failing repertory system. His head tilts a little to the left, and his free hand reaches out for her.

She flinches a little as his rotten fingers brushed her cheek, the touch gentle and uncertain. A sound bubbled from his torn throat, it sounded as if he were trying to speak, but it only managed to startle her. Again he shuffled closer, resting his forehead against her own, forcing her to look into his milky eyes. She wept at the sight of deep emotion swirling in his dead eyes. Her Captain, her Steve was still in there. "Steve." She whispered his name, her voice raw and broken. He made a sound like a purr, his eyes falling shut while he simply held her. She found herself leaning into his touch, finding comfort in knowing that his love for her eclipsed his now base desire to kill and feed. (Y/n) stumbled on a bit of rubble as they wondered the empty streets, and with reflexes no dead man should have, Steve caught her and stood her upright. "Thank you." She murmured softly, a faint smile ghosting her lips at the grunt of acknowledgement he gave in response. A noise from within a nearby building sprung the Captain into action, pulling (Y/n) to stand behind him, his shield held up in defense. A shot rang out from the building, and a bullet ricochet off of the iconic shield, making Steve roar with rage.

The last thing (Y/n) ever expected to see was her old friend Bucky to emerge from the building. His rifle held up and pointed at the Captain, who shifted to further guard (Y/n). "Bucky." She called out, peaking out from behind her deceased husband. The super soldier seemed to freeze at the sight of her, before his gaze hardened on his old pal. "(Y/n)? What are you?- Get away from him!" He tried to reason, his expression turning to near panic when (Y/n) moved to stand in front of Steve. "It's okay." She tried to tell her friend, who looked ready to bolt any second. "He... He won't hurt me." She explained, looking back at her husband who growled at Bucky, ready to defend (Y/n) at a moments notice. "Are you crazy? That's not Steve, not anymore!" Bucky hollered at her, wanting to protect his old pals wife. "He's still in there Buck, he protects me." (Y/n) told him, turning back to Steve, she touched his decaying face. Bucky wanted to shout to her, convenience her to run, but he was stunned into silence when Steve merely leaned into her touch, his glassy eyes closing and a rumble of a purr emanating from his rotten lungs.

"(Y/n) come with me, I have a small group of survivors, I'll keep you safe." Bucky said as he took a small step towards the two, Steve growled in warning, his attention snapping to Bucky, who froze in his tracks. "I don't think that would be safe." She said with a sad smile. "We should... We should let him rest." Bucky tried, flinching at the look of betrayal that flashed in (Y/n)'s eyes. "I can't do that Buck, he's my husband, and I still love him." She hissed at her friend, appalled that he would suggest that they kill Steve. "He's dead (Y/n)." Bucky reasoned. "Steve is still in there Bucky, why else would he keep protecting me?" She argued. "Please (Y/n) we have a compound, it's safe, secure. Let him rest." The soldier wouldn't give up so easily. "I won't leave him, I refuse to loose him." (Y/n) shot back, her agitation setting Steve on edge. The zombie growled deep and threateningly, a warning to Bucky to back off. "I'm staying out here, I don't care how dangerous it is, I won't leave Steve behind." She told her friend, her hand taking a delicate hold of Steve's arm, the one not holding his shield. "Fine... Bring him with you, but please come to the compound." Bucky said, taking a small step towards her. "I don't think that would be safe, not for the others." (Y/n) looked to her husband, knowing that if he thought anyone would be a threat to her, he'd kill them without a second thought.

"We'll make it safe, we'll set up a place away from the others for you. I can't in good faith just leave you out here." Bucky said again stepping closer, his anxiety easing a little, when Steve seemed to accept the distance closing between them. Steve's head turned to observe his wife, seemingly understanding what was going on. "If he remembers you, maybe he remembers me too." Bucky murmured quietly, holding out his metal hand to his old friend, who peered at him with milky eyes. When Bucky reached the pair, he touched the star on his dead friends uniform. A low rumble of noise rattled in the dead soldiers tattered throat, his grip on his shield tightening, though he didn't intend on striking. "If we can convince him, get him adjusted to being near the others, maybe we can make this work." Bucky said, as he let his hand fall away from the Captain. "I think it would be best if we stayed out here." (Y/n) murmured, not wanting anyone to attack Steve. "Fine... Then I'm staying out here with you, both of you." Bucky concluded, with a look of determination in his eyes. "Bucky you don't have to-" She tried telling him, but he cut her off. "Yes I do. If he could speak, Steve would agree with me." He said and (Y/n) glanced to her husband, who did seem to agree with what Bucky was saying. "Okay." She breathed out with a soft sigh.

[thezombieprostitute]

Character reactions to "Tell me I'm pretty?" Because sometimes you just need someone to tell you, you know?

Bucky Barnes - gives you a confused look, "of course you're pretty." Starts inwardly worrying he's not telling you often enough and starts tracking when he tells you so he can do better.

Curtis Everett - looks deeply into your eyes with a very serious expression, "you're very pretty." Follows it up with a gentle kiss.

Hal Carter - smirks, "pretty ain't enough of a word to describe you. Gorgeous would be more appropriate." Grabs you and pulls you in for a deep kiss.

Jake Jensen - also gives you a confused look. "Of course you're pretty. You're the prettiest woman in the world." He proceeds to list all the things he loves about you until you cut him off. Even then, he'll spend the rest of the day telling you the things he likes about you.

James Mace - looks at you like he can't believe you just asked him that. Crosses his arms, stares you down and says, in his most serious tone, "you're pretty. It's a fact."

Johnny Storm - chuckles, "of course. You're my pretty girl." Goes got a kiss but turns it into a tickle session making you laugh and smile.

Jonathan Pine - gently lifts your chin so you're looking him in the eyes and softly whispers, "you're beautiful."

Lloyd Hansen - gets angry. "What the hell, Pumpkin? Did someone say something to you? Do you need me to kick someone's ass for insulting you? Of course you're not pretty, you're gorgeous! I didn't fucking settle down for anything less than "absolutely stunning." Got it?"

Nick Fowler - licks his lips as he lifts your chin to look at him. He lists all the things you've done to dress yourself up (ie nails, makeup) and tells you, "and even without those, you're beautiful." He brings you in for a demanding kiss that leaves you weak in the knees.

Ransom Drysdale - feels a little insulted. "You know I'm a writer, correct? I can call you so many more accurate things than just 'pretty'. Like 'angelic'?"

Sam Wilson - pulls you in for a big hug, kisses along your neck, calling you pretty between kisses.

Steve Rogers - gives you a concerned look before gently pulling you towards him for a loving, gentle kiss. When he pulls away, he looks deep into your eyes, "you're the prettiest doll I've ever met."

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Let me know what you think, even if it's that I got some of these completely wrong. 😅

[amarriageoftrueminds]

thing I just realised about the Winter Soldier:

Nat said he had been sent on assassinations for the last 50 years.

That movie was released in 2014, but written/filmed in 2013.

50 years before 2013 was 1963.

An assassination in 1963.

His first ever hit was JFK.

[wildglitch]

Other hero wiz!au

This is a joke (obviously) but this is tottaly them lol

[imagine-you]

you and me and all of these living dead [logan/reader; bucky/reader] (1/2)

Summary: You've been running from Logan for years. When the virus struck, you never would have thought that Logan would join the leagues of the living dead. Now, he's following you wherever you go, forcing you to stay at least one step ahead of him to avoid a confrontation. It doesn't help that in the years since Logan turned, you've found peace with Bucky, and Logan is less than pleased at the prospect of losing you. When you're kidnapped and forced to use your power for a rogue group of scavengers, Bucky and Logan will have to learn to put their differences aside in order to save you. Word Count: 4.5k Author's Notes: A Marvel Zombies/What If: Zombies fic. The second fic in a series of spinoffs from my main fic in my Home 'verse that explores different Wolverine variants and their relationships with the reader in their universes. Happy Halloween, y'all!

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You squinted against the morning light drifting into the room past the curtains. It was way too early to wake up and all you wanted to do was roll over, ignore the sun's wake-up call, and go back to sleep.  

Logan had other ideas.  

"Where you going?" He murmured, wrapping his arm around you to keep you in place. "I like you right here." 

"The sun's in my eyes," you groaned, wriggling against him to try to get him to relent.  

There was a huff of laughter against the nape of your neck. Logan shifted against you, enough for you to feel his interest against the back of your thigh, before he made a noise of triumph. Suddenly, the blankets were pulled up over your head, shielding the sunlight from view and emphasizing the heat you could feel coming off Logan's body.  

"Better?" He grunted, trying to get back into a more comfortable position.  

"Better," you agreed, letting yourself press back into him.  

You loved mornings with Logan when you didn't have to rush off to play X-Men. You could stay in bed all day, soaking up each other's presence, and forget the rest of the world existed.  

"I love you," you whispered, somberness sweeping over you as the sunlight faded from the room. You felt a chill permeate the air and you shivered.  

"I love you too," he responded, his voice gruff with sleep.  

You were seriously considering trying to turn around to face Logan. You suddenly wanted to see him. You ached for him in a way you didn't understand. He was right there. He had been there all along. It had taken you years of fighting side by side to fall together, but once you had navigated your way around every obstacle, it had been easy to give in to Logan.  

You startled at the sound of something scratching at your door. Your brow furrowed and you tried to get up, but Logan wouldn't let you.  

"What was that?" You wondered, thinking for a moment that someone on the X-Men had finally managed to bring home a stray dog. But the sound grew louder, persistent, and was followed up by something banging insistently on the door. There was a growl on the other side as someone tried the handle, shaking the door in its frame.  

"Logan, I'm scared," you whispered, terror washing over you too quick for you to try to shake off. Your heart was pounding and your hands were shaking and you knew something had gone horribly wrong. 

You were half-convinced it was just a prank Remy or someone else might be playing, but another part of you knew that whatever was on the other side of the door was terrifying. It was doom come to wreak havoc on your life and you had no intention of opening the door and letting it in. You weren't sure why you felt such a rise of panic threaten to consume you. You could take care of yourself, your power equal parts defensive and offensive, and Logan would never let anything hurt you.  

Logan loved you. Logan would always protect you. As long as you were with him, you would never truly be in danger. 

So, why were you so terrified? 

Logan's breath had turned raspy and the hand clutching your hip tightened, threatening to leave bruises.  

"You're hurting me," you muttered, finally breaking free of his hold enough to turn over and face him.  

You felt a scream cut off in your throat, releasing on an agonized whimper. Logan was gone. A monster had replaced him, albeit one that looked remarkably like him. His flesh was decaying, hanging off in shreds, untouched by his regenerative ability. You could see bone and muscle and tendons straining as he forced himself to stay still.  

There was a growl building in his throat and all you wanted to do was move. You needed to get off the bed, now, but you couldn't bring yourself to hurt Logan. You loved him. You always would.  

Logan snarled before he lunged at you, his teeth bared as he brought them to your neck.  

"I'm sorry," he rumbled before his teeth latched on to your throat and sunk into your flesh.  

You woke with a scream caught in your throat. Your heart was beating so fast and loud that it was practically all you could hear for a moment. It took you entirely too long to realize there was an arm around your waist and another wave of panic threatened to descend over you. You brought your hand up and you weren't even sure what you were going to do, but then you realized that the arm wrapped around you was metal.  

"Bucky," you breathed on a sigh of relief.  

"You alright?" He rasped, his voice rough with sleep.  

"I'm fine," you lied, your mind on Logan. Your thoughts usually didn't stray too far from him. You missed him, ached for him in a way that was so painful you felt like you couldn't truly breathe half the time, but you also couldn't fathom having to see him again.  

Not like that. Not after what the virus did to him.  

"Liar," Bucky accused, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.  

You easily turned in his hold to see he was only half-awake. There was a sleepy softness to him that had fondness, love, and affection swelling within you. You would never be able to show Bucky just how grateful you were for him, but you hoped he understood anyway.  

"I think it might be time to move again," you mused, willing the leftover fear from your dream to abate now that you were safe in Bucky's arms. You knew, instinctively, that Logan was close to finding you again. The two of you felt inextricably linked, as if your subconscious just knew at all times when he was nearby.  

Bucky's lips ticked up in a smirk before he brought a hand up to tap a finger against your forehead. "Your Logan radar pinging again?" 

You rolled your eyes, swatting his hand away, but leaning forward to brush a kiss against his lips. "You know me too well," you muttered against his mouth, letting your lips drag against his for a moment, before pulling away.  

Bucky watched you for a moment, fond and loving, before he nodded his head. "We can spend some time at the compound if you want. If you don't mind them all sticking their noses in our business all the time." 

You felt a smile tug at your lips, stifling a laugh in Bucky's shoulder when you tipped your head forward. "It'll probably be a hell of a lot more preferable to Logan finding us again." 

"Yeah," Bucky sighed, shifting against you for a moment. "I'm just glad he didn't leave teeth marks in the arm. Everyone that could help me fix the damage is either dead or missing." 

"I'm just glad he tried to bite the metal one and not the flesh one," you countered, pulling back to meet Bucky's eyes. Losing Logan to the virus had been unbearable, but losing Bucky too? You knew you wouldn't survive. You were half-sure you would just let either one of them bite you and join them in their undead roaming, endlessly searching for ways to sate the hunger inside.  

"So, the compound?" Bucky checked, gripping your hip and pulling you closer towards him until you could wrap a leg around his thigh, fully intertwining the both of you.  

"The compound," you agreed with a nod. It was as close to safe as you could get these days and relying on Stark's tech to keep Logan out wasn't something you were entirely fond of, but it would have to do for now.  

"Be ready in the morning," he told you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before settling down. His eyes slipped closed, and his breathing began to even out while he started to drift back off to sleep.  

You knew you wouldn't be able to sleep again. Not after that dream. So, you sat up, turning away from Bucky in a bid to start packing.  

You heard Bucky sigh and felt the tiniest bit guilty at what all of this was doing to him.  

"You think he's coming after you again?" His voice was slow and groggy with sleep, but you knew that if Logan were to burst through the door, Bucky would be fully primed and ready for a fight.  

"He always finds me," you pointed out, glancing at Bucky over your shoulder. "You know it's only a matter of time." 

Bucky studied you for a moment before he threw the covers back and got out of bed.  

"Bucky," you started, not sure what you could ever to say to him to make any of it okay. Logan followed you like a specter yearning to drag you down with him so you could roam together for eternity. Bucky had his own ghost to worry about in the form of his former best friend, but at least Steve wasn't tracking Bucky down every few weeks. 

Bucky shook his head, cutting off whatever words you were trying to find. "Better safe than sorry, right?" 

That had practically been your whole mantra the past few years and you knew that it was what had helped keep you alive.  

"Right," you agreed, trying out a smile for Bucky. When he shot you back one in return, you felt for a moment that maybe everything would be okay.  

The drive to the compound took three hours. Natasha greeted the car at the gate. She kept an eye on your surroundings as she waved you through. Her eyes scanned the land all around and you knew she was searching for Clint. Half the time, you weren't even sure if Natasha wanted to see him so she could put him out of his misery or if she was hoping not to see him so she wouldn't have to.  

As Bucky pulled the car to a stop, a web shot out and attached to the hood. It was followed by Peter appearing out of nowhere, using the web to anchor himself as he flipped and then crouched in front of the car.  

"What'd I tell you about getting your webs on my car?" Bucky called out the open driver's side window, unimpressed with Peter's entrance.   

"Not to do it," Peter answered, looking chagrined as he broke the web. He leaned forward and started trying to dust the remnants off the hood.  

Bucky got out of the car, watching as Peter tried to hide the evidence. You had to stifle a laugh as you followed suit, knowing that Bucky was only half-serious and just thought it was fun to pick on the kid. 

"Then what the hell is that?" Bucky countered, pointing at the remains of the web that had refused to budge under Peter's scrubbing.  

"A web," Peter begrudgingly allowed with a grimace. "On your car," he added when Bucky shot him a pointed look. "I'll get the soap and bucket," he groaned before trudging up to the compound. 

"You two on the run again?" Natasha asked as she approached the pair of you.  

"Yeah," you admitted with a frown. "Got that spidey-sense again," you added, grinning when Peter let out an indignant 'Hey!'  

"Well, you'd better get inside, then. Hope's getting restless to see if you've brought anything for her." 

"We snagged her a few things, yeah," you told Nat, catching sight of Kate on the rooftop keeping watch. Her bow was ready as she kept her gaze steady on the horizon. You knew that once upon a time, Kate would have had a quip and a salute for you, but after losing her mom and then her mentor, she had grown more quiet and serious.  

Natasha led you and Bucky towards the common room once you had grabbed your bags out of the car and entered the compound. Rhodey, Happy, and Sharon were all there, waiting on you.  

Happy's eyes lit up when he saw the bag of chips you threw towards him.  

"I bet this is the last bag of these in the world," he crowed before hugging them to his chest.  

The door behind you slid open and you glanced over your shoulder to see the last members of your group enter. Hope led the trio, with Remy and Charles bringing up the rear. Charles looked worse than the last time you saw him, but you supposed that Erik's death had hit him hardest of all.  

"Professor," you greeted, offering him a sad smile.  

"It's nice to see you," Charles said, glancing from you to Bucky. "Sergeant Barnes," he added with a brief nod of his head.  

"Just Bucky," Bucky reminded Charles, shifting slightly on his feet.  

Bucky always got nervous around Charles and you were sure it was why the two of you regularly left the compound in search of supplies. You knew having someone else in his head wasn't exactly Bucky's idea of a good time and he feared whatever Charles might find there.  

"Didn't think you'd be back, bonne amie," Remy said as he approached you. He pulled you into a hug, his embrace so tight for a moment you almost couldn't breathe. "Thought maybe you got tired of us." 

You knew what Remy wasn't saying. He thought you might have died. It was getting incredibly too risky to leave the compound. Rhodey and Happy were keyed in to all the defenses thanks to a contingency plan that Tony had enacted upon the event of his death, leaving the former Avengers compound one of the only safe havens left in the world. You were grateful they had shared the compound with the rest of you, allowing you the illusion of protection in a world filled with monsters.  

"We'd never stray for too long," you assured him, patting him on the back. You, Remy, and Charles were the last of the X-Men. All of you had lost so much together and you didn't think any of you could stand to lose more.  

"I'm holding you to that," Remy warned you, giving you one last squeeze before he pulled away. He moved to Bucky, holding out a hand for him to shake. You noticed him grimace as Bucky gripped his hand tight in his metal one.  

Bucky wasn't usually the jealous type, but there was something about Remy that just got under his skin.  

"Alright, before Barnes decides to try to eviscerate Remy," Rhodey cut in, shooting the pair an unimpressed look, "why don't we get down to business?" 

"Speaking of," you said, reaching into the bag you had brought with you. You were careful as you handed over three vials to Hope. "More samples," you told her, watching her nod her head in thanks. "Any closer to a cure?"  

Hope frowned, shaking her head. "There's something about this virus I'm missing. But these will help," she told you as she held up the vials, offering you a small smile. "Thanks for taking the risk." 

"It's no problem," you assured her, even though it was always difficult trying to get the blood of the undead. Bucky would have to hold them down while you got close enough to draw blood. You knew Bucky would never let anything happen to you, but once you were close enough to a zombie to see the way their teeth snapped at you, wanting nothing more than to tear into your flesh, you couldn't help but worry that one day you would run out of luck.  

"We were actually just about to head out before Charles told us you were coming," Sharon informed you. "We got a distress call. Might be nothing or might be something, but it looks like it's from an old friend." 

"An old friend?" You wondered, trying to think of anyone else who might be alive.  

"Sue Storm," Natasha answered, glancing to the door as Kate trudged inside. She quirked an eyebrow at her in question and Kate shook her head, giving the all-clear.  

"Sue? She's been missing for years," Bucky pointed out, turning to give Natasha his full attention.  

"Which is why it caught our interest," Natasha said, arching a brow at him.  

"Could be risky," you mused, knowing that it was more than likely a trap. Going incommunicado for any period of time longer than a couple weeks usually meant the person was dead. But all of you had already lost so much that the thought of ignoring someone who might need your help didn't bode well with you.  

You were all that was left and you couldn't afford to ditch someone in need now. The group you had formed, one hellbent on finding a cure, was all you had left in the world. Both you and Bucky had joined for extremely personal reasons. You wanted to cure Logan and Bucky wanted to cure Steve. But now, you were all a part of the same fucked-up little family. You would fight for each other and you would die for each other.  

As more people were lost and hope dwindled more every day, you weren't sure if you would ever get the people you loved back. It didn't help that most of the living dead retained knowledge of their past lives or that they could still talk and perform actions they might have when they were still alive. It wasn’t the same, it would never be the same, but it still served to cause the knife in your gut to twist deeper with each time Logan got close enough to call your name.  

Steve had still hefted the shield, shambling everywhere he went, keeping it clutched tight in his hold. He used it to kill people and then devour them. He used it to protect himself from anyone that might try to put a bullet in him and stop him for good. And the last time he stumbled right into your path, Bucky had finally wrested it free from his hold. Steve had been pissed, but Bucky didn't want Steve to look back once he was cured and realize that he had used the shield for such awful things.  

Logan remembered you. He had told you once that as long as he could smell you, he would be able to find you. His senses were all so completely honed in on you that you truly thought there was nowhere you could go now where he wouldn't follow. You had tried, time and again, to get through to him. You begged and pleaded and cried, but none of it really did you any good. Logan still loved you. You knew that much. But the hunger was simply too strong.  

So, you and Bucky wandered, and Logan inevitably followed in your wake. Sometimes, Steve showed up and sometimes you went months without seeing him. Both you and Bucky were being haunted by your past and you wanted nothing more than to find a future together free of the dead.  

You tried not to let guilt eat away at you, but it was hard when you knew that Logan had taken the bite meant for you. You had been distracted, terrified, and while you had a forcefield up to protect Scott, you hadn't noticed one of the undead until it was almost too late.  

Ororo had risen after being struck down and had grabbed onto your leg. Her mouth had been wide, ready to rip into your calf, when you were pushed out of her hold by Logan. Unfortunately, he had taken your place, and Storm sunk her teeth into his ankle.  

You had hoped that with his regenerative healing, he wouldn't turn. But as time wore on, both of you realized that he was turning, just at a slower rate than everyone else who had been bitten. You remembered the wild look in his eyes when he realized that he was fighting a losing battle with his new instincts.  

He had begged you to run. All you wanted to do was stay.  

In the end, you had no other choice.  

You didn't know what you were supposed to do without Logan. The X-Men had fallen and you no longer had a home to return to. So, you kept moving. You never stayed in a place for longer than a few days, fearing the dead or humans turned savage by the apocalypse would find you. 

It wasn't long before you realized you were being followed. You were curious enough to try to figure out who was staying on your trail. So, you stayed behind just long enough to see who was sticking close to you, always two steps behind and lurking in the shadows.  

You shouldn't have been surprised to see Logan lurching forward through the doorway you had deliberately left open. His ribs were exposed and he walked with a limp, his bite from Ororo not fully healed. His hand was outstretched towards you, reaching for you, and you had almost let him close enough to touch. But you saw the way his lips pulled back in a snarl and the hungry gleam in his eyes.  

You had thrown up the forcefield, separating the two of you, and ran.  

You had been running from him ever since.  

Happy drove the van that carried you, Bucky, Natasha, Sharon, and Peter to the location of the distress signal. Hope was staying behind to work on the new samples and Kate, Rhodey, Remy, and Charles were all hanging back to defend the compound in case there was an attack.  

The signal came from an abandoned warehouse near the outskirts of the city. You didn't like how eerie and still it seemed. Despite the dead walking around, there was always some sign of movement or noise that would indicate something was still capable of shuffling around. But there was nothing. No sound. No movement. No zombies.  

"Almost too good to be true," Bucky muttered, voicing your thoughts.  

"Alright, let's fan out. If you run into trouble, sound the alarm," Natasha ordered before breaking away from the group.  

"Got it," Peter agreed, shooting out a web and disappearing into the rafters.  

Sharon split off in the opposite direction of Natasha, leaving you and Bucky near the main entrance. Happy was staying with the van and he was in charge of honking the horn if he spotted trouble. He had one of Tony’s hand repulsors ready if he needed to defend himself against a threat.  

You knew something was wrong. You could feel it in your gut. But you didn’t want to run the risk of Sue needing help after years of being missing and you ignoring her plea.  

"You going to be okay?" Bucky checked, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder.  

You turned towards him, offering what you hoped was a smile and not a grimace, and nodded your head. You had that feeling like you had to constantly check over your shoulder. It was how you felt when you knew Logan was close, but it felt different. Like danger was looming over you, but you just couldn't see t yet.  

"Let's get this over with," you sighed, leaning over to give Bucky a brief kiss before parting from him.  

You had a gun held out in front of you, Bucky's idea of extra protection, and readied yourself to use a forcefield or your invisibility. There were so many winding hallways and doors that you knew you could easily get lost in the building. Or easily cornered, you couldn't help but think.  

You weren't sure how long you had already been at the warehouse, wandering in search of Sue, when you heard her voice.  

"Please," reached your ears first. It was followed by: "Help me." 

"Sue?" You called, keeping your voice low enough in case there were any zombies close to you. You hadn't seen one yet, but you had a feeling they were out there, waiting.  

"I need help. Please. They're dead. They're all dead. I don't know how much longer I can do this." Sue's voice had turned pleading, desperate, and you knew that feeling all too well.  

"Sue," you tried again, beginning to slowly approach the room you were sure her voice was coming from. Her pleas for help grew steadily louder as you got closer and by the time you had your hand on the door handle, you could hear her beginning to sob.  

You took a deep breath, not sure what you would find on the other side, and pushed the door open.  

The room was empty.  

There was only a chair positioned in the middle of the room and a laptop set up on the seat. The screen was cracked, but the speakers worked fine, emitting Sue Storm's voice through them.  

"Shit," you hissed, realizing that the foreboding sense of danger you felt had been for a reason.  

This was a trap.  

You turned, intent on finding the others and getting the fuck out, but you were brought short by two men and a woman standing there. You tried to raise a forcefield, but one of the men pulled a taser from the bag at his side and got you with it. You dropped to the ground, spasming as you felt the taser shock you over and over.  

"Grab her," the woman prompted, signaling for the other man to walk forward and pick you up.  

He threw you over his shoulder just as the woman tilted your head to the side and injected you with something. You felt something cold begin to creep through your veins, beckoning darkness forward to cover your vision.  

"We got what we came here for. Now, let's get the fuck out of here before those dead fucks turn on us," the woman told her cohorts.  

"Wait," you mumbled, trying to make sense of what was going on.  

You caught flashes of your escape from the warehouse intermingled with bouts of unconsciousness. You could now hear the moan of the undead and the sounds of your friends fighting them off.  

"Through here, through here," one of the men urged.  

Sunlight flooded through the room as a door was pushed open. You squinted against the light, willing your uncooperative limbs to do something. Anything. Even if you couldn't save yourself, maybe you could at least save your friends.  

"Y/N!" You heard Bucky's voice call, urgent and terrified. "Y/N!" 

You caught one last glimpse of Bucky, attempting to get to you. He was using the shield to take down zombies left and right, but the swarm between you was too overwhelming.  

The man carrying you pushed through the doorway and the woman turned to shut the door, separating you from the others. You tried to raise a hand, wanting to use a forcefield to protect Bucky, but you couldn’t even move your fingers.  

The last thing you saw before the door closed was Bucky's wide, fearful eyes locked right on you as zombies converged on him. 

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💐Zombie's Bouquet Event💐

A bouquet for you! Featuring: Bucky Barnes; Grumpy/Sunshine; Bookstore; Fluff. Hope you like!

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As you get out of the car you comment on the new bookstore that opened near the grocery store. Bucky picks up on your feigned surprise.

"We're just grocery shopping," he complains. "We're only getting what's on the list."

You giggle, "check the list."

He gives you a glare but it just makes you giggle more. Unlocking his phone he looks over the grocery list and finds you've added several books to it. He gives you a look of false hurt, "how could you trick me?" Your laugh almost gets him to smile. "We don't have time for the bookstore," he counters. "We're just getting groceries."

"You could always get the groceries while I go to the bookstore."

"Not a chance. Last time I left you alone in a bookstore you bought so many I almost broke my arm trying to carry them all!"

"You should've used your metal arm," you pout.

"I did!"

You keep pouting at Bucky, giving him those sad puppy eyes you know he can't resist. He tries looking away but he can still feel them.

"Fine," he sighs. "Let's go get the books." You cheer and give him a big kiss. "But you owe me, Navy."

You wink at him, "I know."

@thezombieprostitute , a sweet lovely requested this for me? 😍 I would abso-fucking-lutely add books to the shopping list. And I would pout and give him puppy eyes until that grump grump gave in. And, of course, I would owe him. 😏

I would owe him all night long. 😌

Love and thanks for this wonderful gift! ❤️

[krystal-kade]

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

No because the thing is, Bucky's behavior in Z-O-M-B-I-E-S 2 would actually be perfectly fine if it WEREN'T FOR HIS PART IN STAND! Like, if he didn't have those few lines showing that he genuinely is reconsidering his values and starting to see the world differently, then you could very easily explain his sudden change in Z2 as him just faking the redemption in Z1 so he could come out on top. But he DID have those lines in Stand. He DID show genuine remorse. And then through the rest of the movie, he went through a surprisingly realistic change: at first he doubled down, not wanting to face the fact that he was wrong. He keeps spiraling and spiraling until finally crashing and burning at the cheer competition. Then, when Zed, Addison and Eliza offer to let him join, he refuses, and that could've been for a lot of reasons, but I think with the context Stand provides, a big part of his refusal is guilt. He feels bad about all the shit he did, and it took that crash for him to snap out of his denial and realize he was well and truly in the wrong. Then he goes off to sulk and shit for most of the song before Zoe approaches him, and I think that interaction with Zoe is what really solidified his desire to change. So he joins in on the big preformance and then everybody is friends now because this is a DCOM.

Also, while Bucky didn't actually do anything to earn forgiveness in Z1, I think it's also important to note that he's like, 17 at most in the first movie? He's still a kid. A kid who was raised in the DEEPLY toxic environment that is Seabrook, was put up on a pedestal for who knows how long, and going off of Addison's parents' behavior, PROBABLY HAS PRETTY BAD FUCKIN PARENTS! That kind of shit doesn't result in healthy people! LOOK AT JOJO SIWA!!!!!!!! Addison literally punched Zed in the face when they met for the first time because of the shit she was taught about zombies, the main reason she flips so fast is because she already got to know Zed before the reveal. Bucky deserves a chance to grow and be better, because everybody deserves a chance to get past their shit up bringing and be better. And HE FUCKING WAS!!!!!!! I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH, HIS LINES IN STAND ARE ENOUGH TO PROVE THE CHANGE HE WENT THROUGH IN ZOMBIES 1 WAS GENUINE!!!!!!!!

There's a reason I get so fucking mad about Bucky's character assassination. It's the same reason everybody hates Chloe's character assassination in Miraculous. Bucky is a kid who comes from, tbh not just a shit family, a whole shitty TOWN, and deserves the chance to escape that cycle. He was making genuine progress by the end of the first movie, and was on the path to maybe recovering from all the fucking problems being a local celebrity in HIGHSCHOOL can cause, but he was completely ruined in the 2nd movie either because Disney Channel can't handle a proper redemption arc in their Original Movies, or because the writers just needed a B plot and didn't know what else to do so they threw together the fucking e l e c t i o n p l o t l i n e. I fucking hate it here.

Anyways yeah stan Zombies Re-Animated for fixing Bucky :)

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Woah woah with WIAH THE ZOMBIES SERIES IS ACTUALLY GOOD!?

Spoilers!

Watching the moonies episode and, this is definitelyyyyyy period coded. And I actually really like it! Also now I kinda HC Bucky as transmasc lol

I definitely think some parts of the show aren't the greatest, but this episode and the one where Zed meets his past self, AND the Addison hating her art episode?? These are really good! Plus it's a funny show!

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

zombies + text posts (pt 3)

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If we're lucky, 2025 might be one of the best years for comic book movies/shows.