cryogenic tube

Just Let Me Sleep (Peter Quill x reader)

Request:  flamethrower45 said:Hi!!! Ily so much!!!!!!!!!! And I like freaked out when I saw requests were open!! Could you please do a guardians of the galaxy Peter x reader where they find her in a coma and Peter recognized her from when he was on earth and lots of angst and stuff?!?! Please?!?!? THANK YOU SO MUCH, YOU’RE LIKE MY FAVORITE WRITER, SO STAY BEAUTIFUL!!!!! And remember to watch your language XD

“What’s your name?”

“Peter.  What’s your name?”

“(Y/N).  Why are you here?”

“My mom’s sick, so we’re here to see her.”

You sat next to the boy who looked close to the same age as you, playing games and talking, waiting for hours for either one of you to get word from your families that it was time to go.  Peter’s was called away first, and was gone for a long time before you saw him again, running out the front doors of the building and into the parking lot.

“Are you okay?” you called out to him as you followed.

“Leave me alone,” he whispered between his tears.  “Just…I want to be alone, (Y/N).”

“Sure, Peter.  It’s gonna be okay.”  You didn’t know for certain what had happened, but you hoped that it really would be okay for him.  Before you reached the doors to go back in, a bright light illuminated behind you; by the time you turned around, your new friend was gone.  You took a few steps towards where he had been, and the light returned, this time flooding over you.


Peter grabbed the cassette and slipped it into the stereo, pushing the play button and feeling ready to dance.

Nothing happened.

“What the…?”  He felt a rush of panic, pressing more buttons, taking the tape out and inspecting it, returning it to the player and trying again. Still nothing.

“No, no, no, no, this can’t happen!” he yelled, quickly getting the attention of his teammates. “You guys, this can’t happen!”

“SHUT UP!  I’m trying to sleep over here!”

“Good!  Finally an end to that insufferable noise once and for all.”

Quill looked back at the group with shock, holding his hand to his chest, clearly hurt.  “I thought you guys liked it!”  He stood quickly and pointed harshly at Gamora, “I saw you dancing just yesterday!”

“You have no proof,” she groaned and rolled back over in her bunk.  

Peter turned back to his stereo, his face covered in sadness and disbelief.  He sighed when a large hand rested on his shoulder, putting his own over it to accept the sentiment.  “Thanks, man.”

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, “me too, pal.  Me too.”


As Peter wandered around the shop in the middle of nowhere, he was disheartened by the lack of anything that could help him fix his stereo.  The shelves and broken down tables were filled with various pieces of space junk and items tagged as ‘vintage’ to attract buyers, when really they were just old garbage.  He haphazardly tossed the worthless items around as he searched, beginning to feel like he would never find what he needed.

“Come on, man, it’ll be okay,” Rocket said, moving alongside him.  “Maybe it’s time to move on.  It’s a sign.” He jumped up on the table when an item caught his eye, but quickly returned to the floor when he found it to be junk.  “It’s a sign that it was a piece of garbage to start with,” he whispered under his breath.

“That’s not the attitude I need right now, alright?  Would it kill ya to be supportive in my time of need?”  Peter moved towards the back of the old shop, all but defeated now.  “I’m never gonna find what I need here,” he groaned. He was about to turn around and gather everyone to leave when something caught his eye.  He walked up to the old cryogenic tube and pulled away the scrap of dusty cloth that covered it.

“No way,” he gasped, “there’s no way…”

“What is this?”  Drax approached from behind, walking around the tube, tapping his hand on the cover and wiping the dust away from the control panel.  “How will this help you to fix your music player?”

“Um,” Peter said in a quiet voice, “well, it won’t.  But I…I think I know this girl.”  His expression saddened as he stared at you, still in disbelief that you could be the friend he had made so many years ago and so far away.

Quill grabbed the price tag hanging from the side of the tube and gasped, “are you serious? There’s no way that I can afford this.”

The shopkeeper approached, seeing that the group had gathered around you.  “I see that you’ve found something of interest?”  He moved to the foot of the tube and shook his head, “just so you know, there’s no way to open this.  It was found with no instruction and I have yet to meet anyone who has seen another.  It’s nothing more than decoration.”

Peter hadn’t heard a word that the shopkeeper had said, slowly moving his hand over the window that gave him his view of you.  “I’ll take it,” he whispered.  

“But you just said-“

He put his hand up to quiet Drax, and looked to the shopkeeper, “it’s pretty heavy,” he said, attempting to lift one corner and pretending to fail, “you got anything in back that we can haul it out on?”  The man looked at Peter and Drax skeptically, but relented and made his way through the back door of the building.  

Peter grabbed the top of the tube and pointed at the other end, “alright, big man, grab that end and let’s get the hell outta here.”

“Are you serious?!” Rocket exclaimed, “you’re gonna risk it for a frozen girl that you can never wake up?  How desperate are you, Quill?”

“Just shut it and run, would ya?”

The group had just made it to the door when shots began to fire around them, the unassuming shopkeeper now in a full rage and chasing behind them.  “Get back here, you thief!  Get back here right now!”

“Maybe run a little faster guys!”


Once back aboard the ship and safely in flight, Peter sat quietly along side of you, resting his chin in his hand and absentmindedly pressing the buttons on the tube with the other.  He barely knew anything about you from the short time you had spent together, but he knew that it was the right thing to do to take you from that shop.

“Hey,” Gamora whispered, resting her hand on his arm, “you okay?”

Peter took a deep breath and sat back in his chair, still looking at you.  “Yeah, yeah I’m good.  I just don’t understand how…”

“You might never know. You need to be ready for that, Quill.”

He simply nodded as she walked away, not knowing how to respond to her.  “I wish I could play a song for you,” he whispered to you, “but just your luck, the biggest loser in the galaxy had to be the one to find you.”

Peter pulled the cassette from his pack and reached over to his stereo, hoping for a miracle.  He slid it into the machine and squeezed his eyes shut, pushing the play button down slowly.  His eyes opened quickly with delight when the music began.

“Look at that,” he said with a smile, “I guess I found what I needed after all.”

Closed rp


Many years ago during the mushroom war,a 19 year old green haired neko was quickly trying turn on her cryogenic tube to survive the upcoming cataclysm,she finished prepping the machine she got in the tube and she had a good look around for the last time before she went to a deep freeze,a thousand years later, the world changed a lot and the lab was untouched by time until now.

AN: After a hectic week or so of deadlines, I am back with the everyday drabbles! :D

Steve wasn’t freaking out. There was absolutely no way he was freaking out; he was Captain America, so of course he wasn’t -

“Steve, you’re hyperventilating.” 

Okay, so maybe he was freaking out a little bit. But, to be fair, the love of his life was currently suspended in a tube of cryogenic goop, wearing nothing more than his skivvies. His eyes were closed; God, Steve prayed he wasn’t dead. 

Jesus, Steve,” came Clint’s voice in his ear. “Did you knock everyone out? You’ve left no-one for us, buddy.

“Steve,” Bruce murmured gently from somewhere near his elbow, and Steve made himself turn to face him. “You need to take a deep breath and tell us what to do.”

Steve swallowed back tears, forcing himself to breathe slowly in and out. Then, quietly, he murmured, “Is he… is he still alive?”

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“BETRAYER” (closed rp with sxbaist)

After Vega had freed Khan from his cryogenic tube, everything seemed organized for the great plan, the mission in which Vega and Khan would manage to rescue the rest of the crew and escape in a Star Fleet vessel, which Khan would locate and beam them to it.
Vega was the one who had planned everything, the augment had prepared the weapons, the transwarp beaming device and was ready to go where Vega had pointed to be the specific local for the mission.

“Vega, it will work like this. Once we get our crew, we will use this tablet to enter the Star Fleet database and search for an available vessel, an empty one, ready to take flight. It could be anywhere. We will have to get its coordinates, teleport ourselves with the crew and…freedom finally.
I am ready to go.”


And Now The Floodgates Are Open

Yeah…well I was just in the shower, which has decided that it now has two temperatures; scald yerself or freeze your nuts off, and it decided that it would like to try out both of these temperatures..whilst I was still in it -_- then, unknown to me, my drain decided to get clogged up, god knows what with. So 10 minutes in to the shower, I look down to find myself knee deep in water…I did what any full grown man would do in this situation…I cried for ten minutes then pretended I was In a cryogenic tube in a spaceship…then eventually opened the door…well, I always fancied an indoor pool. Whoops.


Khan’s just better.  Watched this again on Netflix for the 3rd time. This was one of my favorite scenes. Khan reveals not only his true identity, but the ulterior motives behind Admiral Marcus decision to send the Enterprise to the neutral zone to kill Khan. Marcus meets his fate by getting a severe headache when Khan grabs and squeezes his skull while telling him he would have been better off letting him stay frozen in a cryogenics tube.

Safety Pin (Last Night part 2) - Bucky x Reader

Summary: 70 years after Bucky’s death, Y/N comes face to face with him again. WARNING: Contains smut, swearing. PRACTICE SAFE SEX, OK?

Characters: Reader Y/N, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson

Notes: This is kind of based on the song “Safety Pin” by 5 Seconds of Summer.. Enjoy!


Bucky’s POV

“This is…. very strange,” I said to Steve. He had taken me to Arlington National Cemetery to see my own cross on the field. ‘James Buchanan Barnes 1917-1945’ was engraved on the piece rather nicely.

“Yeah, but I figured you might want to see it since you’ve got all your memories back…“ he said to me.

“I guess…” I told him, shrugging.

“We’ll find her, Buck,” Steve said, knowing exactly what I was thinking. From the moment I remembered that I had been engaged to Y/N, I’d been looking for her. Any trace of her at all would satisfy me, but there were none. I came to realize that she might be dead, so this morning I searched for her obituary. No such luck.

“I thought I’d find you here… Steve, do you get some sort of sick pleasure from showing the very alive man his grave?” I heard Sam’s voice say from behind us, making both of us turn to face him. Sam and I got along for the most part nowadays. Sure we squabbled about dinner sometimes when the three of us decided to go out, but that was about it.

Steve let out a snort and I chuckled.

“What’s up, Sam?” Steve asked.

It was then that I noticed he was carrying a file marked ‘classified’ with a symbol on it.

“We found your girl, Barnes… She’s alive, but not the way you remember her…” Sam said and my heart raced. He handed me the file and I opened it up to find a picture of her from the 40s. She held a sign up that said ‘Project–24367’. What the hell?

“Have you read this?” I asked him and looked up, tears welling up at the sight of her.

“Yeah, just in case you had questions,” Sam said.

“Can I keep this?” I asked again.

“Sure thing, buddy,” he said.

I returned to my apartment and read over the extensive file. She had been what they called ‘enhanced’…

“Abilities include object manipulation and flight…” I read aloud to myself. The file showed her transfer from the US to Sokovia in a cryogenic tube, then one last picture of her dated three years ago. There was an address on the back. I quickly searched it on the computer and she lived one block down from me…

My heart was pounding, my mind was racing. She was alive. She had been experimented on and frozen, bit she was still alive and lived only a block away from me. I paced back and forth, then decided to call Steve, trying to stop the tears.

“Is everything okay, Bucky?” Steve’s voice said through the phone.

“I don’t know, Steve… She.. She’s like the early version of Wanda, she was experimented on and then she was frozen and I don’t know how she escaped, but she did and she lives a block away from me, Steve.. A BLOCK,” I told him through the tears rolling down my face.

“Bucky, go and see her. Introduce yourself if you have to. I’ve been where you are and you’ll hate yourself if you don’t go and at least try… good luck,” Steve said.

“Thanks…” I said and we hung up. I ran my hands over my face and realised that I should probably shower, maybe shave a little… My thoughts were racing, but all I could think about was seeing her again. I started reminiscing about our time together and when I proposed… I promised her I’d come back, and now I get to keep that promise.


I checked the weather as I made my grilled cheese. My phone was quite useful and I was surprised I could even afford it. But, being a government experiment had its perks. I could make anything into cash if I needed. I got by okay doing odd jobs here and there, but working as a secretary mostly.

Looking down at my phone, I saw that tonight was supposed to be warm and clear, thus making it a perfect night for me to fly. That was the only thing that I maybe liked about what had happened–I can fly. I don’t need to buy any airplane tickets because I can fly myself. I don’t have wings and I don’t know how I can, I just know that whatever they did made the gravity in my cells not work as well when I desired.

I flipped the sandwich over and looked down at my finger, the old ring still resting on it, the same place it had been for over half a century. They had tried taking it away, but every time they went near me, I’d slip it into my pocket. I had to keep it with me, I didn’t know if I’d ever see home again, where I left all the letters and clothes. Turns out all of that burned down in a fire the building had in 1945, a few months after I went to the facility. So now, all I had to remember my Bucky by was the ring he gave me.

I sat down to eat and suddenly heard a knock at my door. Who the hell…?

I walked over to the door and opened it. Before me stood an extremely muscular man with longer dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked almost exactly like my dead lover. Over time I didn’t start crying at his very name, but seeing this man before me who looked so much like him, I felt the tears that hadn’t fallen in so long start to prick my eyes.

“Yes?” I asked, my throat dry from the resemblance this man had to Bucky.

“Y/N? Do you remember me?” he asked and there was no mistaking that voice. Bucky was standing right in front of me, there was no way it could be him, but he knew my name and his voice… it was Bucky’s. This man had to be Bucky… My eyes met his and I felt the sting from tears.

“Bucky?” I asked. He nodded. “How?”

“Can I come in? We have a lot to talk about…” he said.

I opened the door completely and stepped aside, letting him in. Once he was inside, I closed the door and stared at him.

“Can I get you anything? I was just about to have dinner…” I told him.

The answer to my question was a timely growl from his stomach. I remembered one night when we were cuddling his stomach growled right in my ear…

“I’ll make you grilled cheese,” I told him and directed him to sit down at my table.

I went to the kitchen and cooked up a sandwich for him, then neatly put it on the plate for him and got him some water.

“Thank you,” he said and we sat and ate together for the first time in 70 years. I couldn’t help but stare at this man that I once thought was dead. He looked different, with his hair longer and his face not clean shaven. He had also gained significant mass and was quite large.

“This has to be a dream…” I managed to say after a pause between us.

“I know…” he said and half-smiled he always did when he was nervous.

“How are you here? I got a letter… they said you fell off of a train, we had a funeral, Bucky, I cried for weeks…” I told him, my voice breaking.

“They all thought I was dead, but I wasn’t… I know you’re familiar with genetic experimentation, well they had this serum that made me stronger,” Bucky started to explain.

“Like Steve…” I said.

“Yes, like Steve, but.. I wasn’t on Steve’s side. I don’t know if you’ve watched the news, but….” Bucky said and trailed off.

“I haven’t watched the television since 1945.. I don’t even own one. I have a phone because I saw everyone else had one and someone was nice enough to inform me where to get one,” I told him. “And I don’t have news on it, I just use it for the weather and ordering dinner if I don’t feel like cooking..”

He went on to explain how he was captured, tortured and brainwashed by Hydra and how he had regained control of his mind and how he found me. My heart hurt for him and what he had been through, my left hand reaching out for his gloved one. I was met with a hardness that was not flesh. When he noticed, he cast his head down and went to take his jacket off. Once he did, I saw that his once flesh arm had been replaced with a silver metal one.

“On the way down from the train, I tried to break my fall and… well now I have this..,” he said.

I could tell he wasn’t proud of it by the way he shoved the arm through his sleeve again. My heart ached for him and so I reached out once again, squeezing his metal hand in mine.

He looked at our joined hands silently and I saw his mouth open a little and he reached with his other hand and held my left hand in both of his, gazing at it. He looked back up at my eyes and spoke.

“You kept it…?” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded. “It hasn’t left my sight.”

In a quick movement, Bucky leaned over and closed the short distance between us, embracing me and holding me, standing us both up so it was less awkward. His arms held me close to his body and I held him close to mine. My broken heart finally didn’t hurt, knowing that he was here and holding me.

“I love you still.. I never stopped. I missed you so much…” I told him, my tears falling and sobs starting to come out.

He pulled away to look at me, his own tears falling down his cheeks.

“I missed you too… Even through all the brainwashing, I still felt like I was missing someone dearly, and that was you… I love you,” he told me and wiped my tears. “Don’t cry, doll… I’m here.”

“But what they did to you… Bucky, I’m so sorry…” I blubbered, my emotions rushing out of me.

“No, doll, it isn’t your fault… I just don’t know why you volunteered for experimentation..” he said and stroked my cheek.

“They told me I’d be able to see you again because the letter was just a formality… Turns out they were right, but once they found my powers, they told me it was a lie and they froze me… Bucky it was so cold and I missed you…” I sobbed out.

“It’s over now, baby… I’m here…” he calmed me and pulled me against his chest.

After we had calmed down and just been in each other’s arms for a while, Bucky spoke to me, his voice slightly muffled.

“Do you still want to marry me?” he asked.

“Yes. I’d marry you tonight if I could,” I told him without hesitation.

“I can’t take it anymore,” he mumbled and I suddenly felt his lips on mine. He kissed just how I remembered–soft and sweet, but full of passion.

I kissed him back, pressing all of my sadness and longing for him that I kept pent up into the kiss, making it deep and passionate. When I could hold my breath no more, I pulled away and gasped, my chest heaving up and down. I saw that Bucky was doing the same.

“Your lips are just how I remember…” he mumbled and brought his right hand up to cup my cheek and run his thumb lightly over my bottom lip.

“I love you,” I told him and leaned up, connecting our lips once more. He pulled my body so that there was no space between us and I could feel his groin begin to stiffen, urging my own arousal to seep out.

“I love you,” Bucky echoed into my mouth.

I daringly slid a hand under his shirt and he responded with breaking our kiss to take it off almost completely. He left the sleeve on that covered his metal arm from the shoulder down.

I knitted my brows and gave him a puzzled look.

“I didn’t think you’d want to see that part…” he said.

I smiled gently. “It’s a part of you, Bucky. And I love you, so that means I love your metal arm, too.”

As I spoke, I gently reached up and removed the clothing, revealing spider leg and lightning shaped scars along the seam of his flesh and the metal of his arm. I twitched a smile on my mouth and gently touched the scars, then let my hand rest on the metal bicep. He cautiously lifted his arm and I felt the coolness of the metal through my shirt and pants as he placed it on my hip.

“See?” I told him. “All you, all that I love.”

“I’ve been broken, though…” he said and cast his head down.

I cupped his cheek in my hands and made him look at me, his eyes revealing he had a broken heart–something I saw in myself as well.

“Me too, Bucky… But.. we’ll help each other… I love you…” I told him and kissed his lips.

In an instant I was hoisted up and I wrapped my legs around his waist effortlessly, using a little bit of my flying skill to aid me.

“Bedroom?” Bucky growled once he had moved his kisses from my lips to my neck.

“I’ll show you…” I told him and hooked my legs securely around him. I lifted him a few inches off the floor, hoping to not freak him out. I couldn’t do more than that, he was quite heavy, what with all of the muscle and metal. He looked down and his eyes went wide.

“You CAN fly…” he mumbled. I floated us to the bedroom where I then set him and me down. After Bucky closed the door, his arms were around me once again and I began working on unbuttoning his pants.

“You read my file, didn’t you?” I asked as I yanked down his jeans along with his boxers, making his cock spring free and dropping to my knees. It was bigger than I had remembered–guess that serum worked on everything.

“Sorry, I just needed to know if you were alive and got carried away,” he said.

“Doesn’t matter to me. You’re here now…” I said and reached out, stroking him with a light touch.

He moaned and let his metal hand grip my hair as I leaned in, concentrating on jerking his shaft. Daringly, I placed a wet kiss to the pinkened tip. He gasped and I looked up at him. In the years that he and I were apart, I had learned a thing or two about pleasing a man, especially on those lonely nights where I’d have nothing but my hand. He watched me with wide eyes as I licked his tip and sucked him into my mouth. As I let him hit the back of my throat, he rolled his eyes back. Bobbing my head over the stiff muscle, coating his entire length in saliva, he moaned.

“Angel, stop, I’m gonna bust in your mouth…” he moaned and pulled my head away and looked at me. “You’re wearing too much, doll…”

I was pulled to my feet and he began peeling my clothes off, giving kisses to each piece of newly exposed skin. He hovered his fingers over the long scar on my torso and gave me a questioning look.

“When I first started flying, they stuck a grappling hook in me to pull me back down…” I told him as I recalled the memory.

Bucky’s face twisted in sorrow and anger and he covered the scar in kisses.

“I’m not going to fail you again…” he said and guided me to the bed once my clothes were strewn across the floor.

He kissed over my breasts and stomach, then down and up both of my legs, painfully ignoring the place I needed him most. He smirked devilishly as his kisses became wetter as they neared my throbbing and soaked heat. After a pause, he flattened his tongue against the opening and flicked upwards, just barely brushing my clit. The motion made me tremble and press forward against his mouth eagerly. He responded by flicking his expert tongue in and out of me, his nose rubbing against my hooded nerves just enough for me to be spurred on.

My hands made fists in his long hair and he went faster and his movements made their way upwards towards where his nose had been. He let out a moan and sent vibrations through me and I arched my back in bliss.

“Don’t stop, oh…” I gasped out. I looked at him and he looked like a lust driven sex hound as he ate me out. He looked up at me and his eyes had darkened with how blown his pupils were. With just a few more licks to my clit, I came hard, writhing against his mouth and moaning.

“That’s it, baby…” he said and moved away from my sensitive opening and hovered over me.

“I want you, Bucky…” I told him and he kissed me before sliding inside of me. His eyes rolled back and he let out a moan.

“God, I missed you…” he said. He stretched me and filled me completely, then began thrusting in and out once I nodded.

“I missed you, too,” I moaned and gripped him closer, my legs wrapping around his waist and my hips rolling to meet his thrusts.

He pounded into me deeply and let a hand snake down to my clit to get me off yet again.

“You know I can’t come until you do, baby…” he growled in my ear. “So beautiful coming undone..”

“James…!” I moaned out as the pressure built up in my lower abdomen.

My second orgasm took over and Bucky’s followed almost immediately after. My name and a string of swears fell from his lips as he came inside of me(thank God for birth control). He flopped down next to me on the bed and wrapped an arm around me, pulling our damp bodies together.

“You kept your promise,” I told him lowly after a pause.

“I always will…” he said and kissed my forehead.