Chase (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

Please Don't Do It || Steve Rogers

Summary: It was the end, you couldn’t take it anymore, you decided to end your life. Until a certain handsome 97 year old finds you and tries to change your mind…

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Suicide, Depression, Reader Near-Death If you’re depressed or suicidal then, please please please ask for help. Ending your life is not worth it. You can talk to me ANYTIME, I don’t bite.

*Requests are open*

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You were alone in your bedroom, laying on the bed as tears were rolling down your cheeks. You’ve been holding it in all day. Seeing all those people smiling an happily living made you want to die. You felt like you were drowning, expect you could see everyone else around you breathe. That’s what depression felt like.

That was it for you. No one understood your pain. No one wants to help. No one.

You made your way to the bathroom, making sure to stop by the mirror, wanting to take one last look at yourself. You hated what you became, you used to be such a happy person, but now it was too late. That joy and desire to live you used to carry has been robbed from you. But then Steve came, and for a while, everything seemed to be better… but it didn’t last, unfortunatly. Not wanting him to abandon you, you never told your lover about your depression. You felt like you were a burden to him, and expressing to him how you felt would just add more weight on his shoulder. You didn’t feel like you mattered.

But what you didn’t know, is none of that was true, you did matter. You did have people who cared about you, you just needed to be brave enough to ask for help, because you deserved someone to be there for you, and help you get through those difficulties. But it didn’t really matter anymore now, did it?

Sighing for what would maybe be the last time, you opened the cap of the bottle, pourring a part of its content in your hand.

Ready to swallow the pills, you shakingly brought the pills close to your mouth when you heard a familiar voice shout.

“Don’t do it, please don’t do it (Y/N) .” No, you told yourself, what is he doing doing here?

“Baby, please don’t do it. I can’t lose you too. Please just put those pills down, love.” He gently whispered.

“You don’t get it Steve, you just don’t. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep putting a fake smile on my face and pretend I’m okay when I’m not. I can’t live with those people who pretend to be my friends while they actually hate me. This world is cruel and I can’t live in it anymore. You can’t understand my pain, no one can Steven. You’re better off without me, you’ll find someone better, there’s so many pretty girls out there who would kill to be with you. Please just let me die Steve.”

You whispered the last sentence, not finding enough strengh to use your voice. Steve was fighting back his own tears, blaming himself for not noticing sooner, all the signs were there, if only he just paid more attention to you.

“(Y/N) Look at me.” At first you ignored him, feeling too ashamed to face him. “Baby, hey, look at me. You don’t have to pretend anymore, okay? From now on, I want you to be honest with me. I want to help you fight this, I want to help you. Do you know why? Because I love you, because you’re the only one I want, those other girls mean nothing to me. (Y/N) please, just let me spend the rest of my life showing you how important you are to me.”

As he went on with his speech, he slowly took the pills from your hands, and hid them in his pockets, you didn’t take any actions to try to stop him. You were just exhausted, all you wanted was someone to hold you and tell you everything would be okay.

Steve wrapped his arms around your fragile body. He then tightened his grip around you, never wanting to witness an event like this ever again.

“Please don’t let me go…” You desperately asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, starting to sob once again.

He kissed your hair and your forehead multiple times as you both sat down on the floor.

“I’m not letting you go anywhere, baby. Everything will be okay.  We’ll get through this together love, we’ll get trough this together.”

You weren’t alone anymore, everything was finally going to get better.

A post dedicated to casual weekend Scully. A Scully that we all deserve more of

Warming up (agent carter)

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anonymous requested: hiya! love your blog- could i request a bucky x reader oneshot where the reader’s been hiding out with him, and during the escape scene from cacw she’s in the apartment when steve comes in? hpe that makes sense! thx!

Author’s note: Hey! That makes perfect sense - I’ve actually been toying with this kinda idea for a while now, so I’m glad someone requested it! Hope you enjoy xxx

Bucky Barnes x Reader

The apartment is dark, newspaper covering the windows and blocking you from anyone’s view. Your heart is beating loudly in your chest, filling the silence of the ratty apartment, as you anxiously check the time again. You can’t stop yourself from being nervous - it’s a habit whenever Bucky goes out on his own. You’re nervous that he won’t come home, that someone’ll catch him, even out here in Bucharest, that he’ll go back to being the Winter Soldier instead of your boyfriend. You scold yourself for just standing around and waiting for him - instead you slide your journal out from under Bucky’s, on top of the fridge, and flip to the next open page.

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Omg sherly this soft Disney princess!! (Don’t know who did this, but credit goes to the artist of course)

Take Time to Realize (Part 1 of 2)

Request: They are best friends and the reader likes Bucky but he doesn’t like her and when she confesses it’s like one of those ‘you never know what you have until it’s gone’. After that Bucky realizes his feeling for the reader.

Word Count: 2,758

Warnings: Angst.

Music Inspiration: Colbie Caillat’s Realize

A/N: Hope you like it, @kmwiinchester! Let me know what you all think of this :) 

Bucky strides into your room with a bag of chips in his hands, sitting on your bed and nudging your side. You give him an annoyed look. “What do you want?”

“I just want my best friend back,” he grins.

“Yeah, well, I’m doing something right now,” you answer, typing your report out as fast as you can. It was due in a few hours and you still had to review it and send it to your professor.

“Come on, Y/N!” he whines, laying his head on your shoulder. “I’m busy tonight. And you’ve been working on this for the better part of the week. I miss you, doll.”

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Afraid: Part 2 [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Part 1

Word count: 1887

Warnings: Angst, it may have triggering content.

Request: Hey, can you do a imagine where the reader is pregnant and the father is Bucky but she don’t know how to tell him since she is afraid of him reaction. Then when she tell him, Bucky had no reaction and out of the apartment. When he returns to apartment, the reader is no longer there and leaves a letter saying that she understands if he does not want to take the baby. Five years later, when she goes with her daughter to Steve’s apartment to ask a favor, Bucky appears and everything ends sad. Thnk

Author’s note: Well, here you have the second part of the story. It’ll probably have another one… Don’t know what you think about this one.

Masterlist / To Do List

“What happened, Y/N?” Steve asked for the second time as I looked through the small window that was in the kitchen. Beth was sleeping as Bucky. Or that was what I imagined because I hadn’t seen him around the house.

The truth was, I preferred it that way. After the conversation we’d had the night before, I didn’t want to see him or talk to him. In five years a lot of things had happened and although my feelings for him hadn’t changed, and they never would, his feelings for me did. Maybe I had made a mistake in the way I acted but I didn’t regret what I had done. As much as he said otherwise, Bucky wasn’t prepared to have a daughter and I couldn’t allow a person with a mental instability to be around her.

“If you don’t tell us what’s happening, we cannot help you.”

“It’s not as if you could help be being thousands of miles away, Steve” I spat. I knew I had been cold as soon as the words left my mouth. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I apologized. “I’m nervous. I didn’t know what to expect when I came here but I didn’t expect Bucky hating me.”

“You didn’t give him more options, Y/N. You left with his daughter. Whatever your reasons were, you left with a part of him. You can’t blame him for holding a grudge.

I hated that Steve was right because it made me rethink my actions.

“Don’t explain me what happened if you don’t want to, but explain it to someone. You can’t keep this inside of you forever.”

The conversation with Steve hadn’t gone how neither of us expected. He had called with the intention to discover what had happened with Martin and I had hoped he was calling to tell me he was coming home so I didn’t have to stay at Bucky’s.

I left the phone on the counter and I sighed. What was I going to do? How long would I have to stay with Bucky? When would I know it was safe to go? Was I going to have to move to another state, leave all my friends and family behind?

“Good mo–”

I tilted my head, meeting Bucky in the kitchen entrance with messy hair, with his blue eyes with traces of sleep and a with a frown. I followed the trajectory of his eyes to my right rib. The black tank top I was wearing had gotten up slightly, revealing the big bruise I had. I covered it with my shirt and I looked at Bucky with a fake smile.

“Coffee?”

“What is that?” he asked as he walked towards me.

I tried to pull away but Bucky grabbed my arm with his metal hand and lifted my shirt with the other. The touch of his fingers made a shiver ran through my spine, preventing me to breath normally.

“Tell me this isn’t the reason why you are here.”

I didn’t answer him and although I could have lied, I followed Steve’s advice. One day or another I would have to explain to someone what had happened with Martin.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered. “Beth. Did he touch Beth?”

I shook my head. “I would have never allowed it. So he hit me.”

Bucky pressed his jaw tightly. He dropped my shirt and, for a moment, I thought he would hit something but he restrained himself.

“How many times?”

I was afraid to answer that question. From the outside, it all seemed very easy. If someone hit you, you had to leave as quickly as possible. But when it happened to you, you always expected a change.

“My answer will not change anything,” I finally answered. “You probably have a lot of things to say, like how stupid I was for being with someone like that. I know, you don’t need to tell me.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Bucky said. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t think it.”

Bucky walked past me and picked up the coffee pot, thereby giving and end to the conversation. And, again, we were in an impasse, having nothing to say to each other.

I had to leave as soon as possible. Staying at Bucky’s was a danger for both of us because, at one time or another, we might explode. Too many feelings. To many things left unsaid.

Beth appeared in the kitchen before I could leave. Her brown hair was messy and her blue eyes half closed.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?” I asked her as I picked her up and kissed her forehead. I felt Bucky’s eyes looking at us.

Beth nodded, she wasn’t very talkative in the morning. I left her on the floor and I asked her what she wanted for breakfast but she didn’t answer, probably because she hadn’t decided yet what her belly wanted. Finally, she decided she wanted a glass of milk and a muffin. Bucky took the moment to announce he was going to take a shower and my body relaxed instantly.

As she drank her glass of milk, I observed my daughter. If it wasn’t because she had my nose and my lips, I would have thought Beth was only Bucky’s daughter. It was his living image. I assumed that, for that reason, I still hadn’t forgotten about him. They were two drops of water; both were brave, determined and, sometimes, stubborn.

“Mommy, can I ask you something?”

I nodded as a smile appeared on my lips.

“Why does Bucky have a metal arm?”

“So you remember that one day I told you that we all had something that made us special?” Beth nodded. “The metal arm is what makes Bucky special. It allows him to be super strong. And he can lift anything with that arm!”

Beth opened her mouth, surprised and I laughed. Now that Bucky was in her life, I had to start answering questions.

“Can we go to the zoo, mommy?”

I gasped, not knowing what to say. Could we leave the house? I didn’t know if Martin was looking for me, as I didn’t know what the limits of that situation were.

When Beth saw I didn’t answer right away, she grew anxious. She looked at me intently and shifted in her seat, ready to explode if I said no. Kids, so adorable when they had what they wanted but so unbearable when they didn’t.

“I can take you to the zoo if you want.”

I lifted my head, finding Bucky leaned against the kitchen door, with his arms crossed over his chest and staring at me, as Beth had done seconds earlier. I could say no and end all that, and I could say yes and accept to spend a day with Bucky. Although it wasn’t what I wanted, I realized maybe Bucky wanted to spend a day with his daughter so I raised my arms in defeat and I said yes.

Beth screamed with excitement, got up from her chair, and came to hug me. She did the same with Bucky, who was stunned when Beth wrapped her small arms around him. And, as usual when she got excited, she started to speak quickly, tripping over her own words and making a plan of what they would see.

As I expected, the day at the zoo was exhausting but it was worth to see Beth enjoying so much. She ran back and forth, pointing to all the animals and making people laugh. At first, she was a bit shy with Bucky but when she saw I was getting tired, she took on of his hands and started running with him. And he was delighted with that.

A strange feeling ran through me when I saw them together and my mind flew to a place where it was forbidden to go since I had left his side five years ago.

How our life would have been if I had stayed with Bucky? I would have been scared twenty-four hours a day, as I was now. Steve had told me he had made a lot of progress, that the Winter Soldier hadn’t appeared for a long time. But Bucky was the Winter Soldier and if for some reason someone recited the ten magic words, we were in danger. Including Beth.

By mid afternoon, we decided to sit on a bench to eat ice cream. When Beth finished hers, she fell asleep on Bucky’s. He smiled softly as she took a few strands of hair from her forehead. After a few minutes in silence, Bucky ended the day by announcing that maybe it was better to leave.

Beth slept the whole way and when they reached Bucky’s apartment, Bucky asked if he could put her to bed. Although a part of me didn’t want to, I knew I had to start trusting Bucky. Like it or not, Bucky was her father and was now in her life.

“Okay,” I murmured.

Despite knowing I didn’t had to do it, I went to Beth’s room and I observed Bucky putting her in bed. My heart shrank with tenderness when he kissed her forehead and I turned around and I went to the kitchen when I felt the urge to cry.

I was no longer sure if what I did was the right thing to do. Maybe Bucky was right and everything that had happened to me since I had left was because I deserved it.

“I’m exhausted,” Bucky said as he entered the kitchen. I wiped the tears of my eyes and I turned to face him. On his face I could read the word satisfaction. He was satisfied, happy.

“She’s an earthquake,” I said.

“She’s like you,” he pointed out in a whisper as he opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of beer. I watched him for a few seconds in silence. “I’m sorry for what I told you the other day. Clearly I didn’t know what had happened. I would never think you deserved what he did to you.”

Hear those words didn’t help me. Maybe he didn’t think so but I had started to believe it.

“Beth thinks he is her father?”

By his tone, I knew he was afraid of the answer. From the beginning, I had thought of telling Beth that Martin wasn’t his real father but after thinking that would only bring me unceasing questions, I decided not to tell her the truth. At the end of the day, I thought Martin would be the one.

“Yes,” I finally replied. Bucky clenched his jaw. “I know what I have to do but I need time. Beth is a child and… I need time, Bucky.”

“Okay,” he answered surprising me.

He finished his beer and before leaving the kitchen, he said: “You can stay as long as you need. Tomorrow I’ll talk to Tony so he controls that guy.”

“Scott. Martin Scott,” I said offering him a name. “Thank you, Bucky.”

Bucky smiled slightly and left the kitchen, leaving me alone with my thoughts. How was I supposed to tell Beth the truth? How she would react? I was afraid of her reaction. Afraid that she hated me for lying to her. Just… Afraid.

Silence//Peter Parker x Reader

Anon Request

Prompts: 5 & 38

Word Count: 1055

Hope you like it anon, sorry if it seems a bit misplaced, i seriously didn’t know how to make this better and I didn’t want to make you wait

You had been in relationships before, but by far, you would count your relationship with Peter Parker as one of the weirdest ones. Why? Because the two of you never really talked. You had interacted, with pressed foreheads, intertwined fingers, and kisses of course, but once in a while, the thought of having a real conversation with your two month boyfriend seemed nice.

You tapped your knuckle against the door waiting for a answer.

“Who?”

“Y/N”

The door opened wide to reveal Peter and a smile,“Hey.”

“Hi.” You replied shooting back a grin,“Can I come in?”

He nodded, stepping aside, and allowing you to walk in before he closed the door and then swiftly grabbed your hand in his taking you to his bedroom. You noticed the blush creeping up his neck as you walked, in which you found adorable and would absolutely love to tell him yet, it seemed daring, since a pure conversation was to yet to be made between you two, and you didn’t want to do something to make him uncomfortable.

You kicked off your shoes as you usually did and then met Peter on his bed. And that’s how it would usually go. You would come over, lay on the bed together, maybe watch a movie, get some snacks and share some romantic gestures, but words? The only words that were said would relate to the type of movie to watch or snack to eat. That was it really.

Peter cleared his throat,“So, um, what movie do you want to watch?”

“Anything is fine, really.”

“Okay.” He responded as he swung his legs over the bed and walking to his crate of files. Your eyes followed him, and you could see his built figure which was evident through his shirt, and that made you swoon, and that was something you wanted to tell him, for you knew he was insecure. But no, you didn’t.

You waited, staring up at his ceiling until you felt a dip beside you. The movie unfamiliar to you began playing on the television screen. And then your natural instinct to curl your head into his neck and let Peter rest his head on yours came into play, just like the other times you had hung out with him, and though you were very much okay with it, you couldn’t help but want more because you really liked him, really, really liked him.

The movie was halfway through and that was when Peter had decide to pause the movie. You knew what was coming, it was the same routine everytime.

You jumped from the bed as Peter had walked out to the kitchen and you followed. You always would jump on the counter, let him feed you questions of what to munch on and then back to the movie you would go.

“Poptarts?” He asked fishing through the top cabinet.

“Nah.”

“Popcorn?” Peter queried holding a small packet.

You nodded before he the fixed the bag into the microwave and then sat next to you on the counter.

Silence. That was all you ever really heard when you hung out with him. And it was driving you crazy. And you weren’t going to let it happen anymore, because the silence was now completely and utterly frustrating.

““Does it bother you that we barely ever talk?”

“W-What?” He stuttered.

“Does it bother you that we never really talk to each other? It’s just we always do the same thing. We watch a movie, cuddle, get a snack, finish the movie, and then we say bye and I kiss you if I’m lucky.” You blurted out before turning to Peter,“Doesn’t that bother you?”

“I thought you liked that.”

“I mean, do you?”

“No. To be frankly honest, I don’t.“

You sighed grabbing his hand,“Why didn’t we say anything to each other then?”

“I guess I, at least, didn’t want to mess this up.” He started,“Y/N, I really like you. And you thought we were going fast and I didn’t think you wanted that.”

You smiled wide,“I really like you too Peter” The boyish grin I found adorkable played to his lips,“And no. I don’t think we’re going fast or anything.”

“Can we just tell each other this stuff next time? Or anything, to each other, I mean only if you would like to. I just don’t want to make this a guessing game.“ He suggested.

You nodded,“Please, I would love that. One of those reason being of how I’ve been wanting to tell you how extremely built you are Parker. And its pretty hot.” You told him as you swung my arms around his neck.

“I’m flattered you noticed Y/N” He replied bringing his arms to your waist sliding you to his lap. Peter pressed his forehead against my own. Your heart was skipping beats and butterflies had engulfed my stomach. You couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward and kiss him.

His lips were soft and gentle, and it was the first time you had really observed a kiss shared between the two of you. You could melt in his arms if you had wanted to, because Peter put so much devotion into that one kiss, you felt my heart on the verge of stopping. His teeth tugged on my lip and then he pulled away immediately.

“Sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t really know if that-”

You chuckled interrupting him,“You know what else I would like to tell you Parker? I like the way you kiss me.”You spoke honestly,“So don’t pull away so quickly.”

“So that was okay?-What I did?” He asked.

You laughed,“Yes Peter Parker that was alright.”

He let out a nervous breath, and then kissed you again, and all you felt was complete bliss.