Important question:

If muggle inventions don't work at Howarts... How come quills, candles, or even chairs do work?? Aren't they muggle inventions after all??

(Yeah, that's the reaction my friends had when I asked them)

The Past, The Present... The future- Part 10

Chapter 10: Recovery

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Y/N: Your name

Warnings: None! (Surprisingly)

A/N: Guess what? I’m not actually dead! But I’m guessing I will soon be for taking so long on uploading this. Believe me, I’m sorry! I didn’t have wifi! But yeah, you have the right to kill me. But enjoy this first!

Previously: Part 1, Part 9

Previously:

“Amonaliac” she whispers, her breath short from pain. “Hy-dra developed it when I-I was s-still with them. It is.. It.. It is a s-substance t-that stops m-my healing powers.” she grimaces after the effort of putting three sentences together, and closes her eyes as I lay a hand on her forehead.

“The knifes and bullets where soaked in it.” I explain as Tony and Bruce keep working. Stark is currently working on the cuts, cleaning them and bandaging them appropriately, but Banner isn’t working as swiftly as him. The doctor looks at the bullet wounds as if they where a big threat.

“I don’t have time to sedate you.” he finally announces with an apologetical tone, putting on medical gloves.

Y/N mumbles something like ‘Just go ahead, doctor’. He instructs me to hold her hand while he starts treating the wound. Everything’s going fine until Bruce has to take out the bullet. As soon as he starts, Y/N’s grip on my hand tightens as her back arches off the table. I kneel next to her, not letting go of her hand. “C’mon doll. You can do this” I whisper at her ear and she lets out a nearly imperceptible grunt.

Her eyes open suddenly, showing pain, but she looks at me and manages to smile. “I trust you” she babbles out, her breath heavy, and the grip on my hand even tighter.

As the scientist work, I can’t help but notice Tony’s deep-in-thought gaze falling over us.

Steve’s POV:

It’s been nearly three weeks since Bucky found Y/N nearly lifeless in the middle of the forest, but the atmosphere in the compound is still heavy. As I make my way to the common room for a meeting, I think about how much the girl has managed to impact our lives in the little time she has spent here.

When I enter, Tony greets me with a nod, his eyes empty and tired, and his eleventh cup of coffee in hand. I know he felt like a father figure to Y/N, but I don’t know how to explain to him that his self destructive tendencies won’t help her. I hope Rhodey, sitting next to him, is doing a better job then me.

Wanda  doesn’t look any better. She had deep bags under her eyes and, as she moves her hand absently, red patterns spiral out of it and vanish, leaving an invisible feeling of sadness in the air.

Natasha is laying next to Clint on the sofa. Clint looks sick worried, guilt filling his eyes, and clutched, white-knuckled fists. He is supposed to be with her family this week, but has decided to stay in to know how everything is going. He really looks terrible.

But Natasha… Nat’s face renders no emotion. She doesn’t look worried, or guilty, or frustrated, like everybody else. She just… Doesn’t feel. Not anymore, at least. I suppose it’s a coping mechanism. One everyone in here wish they had.

Sam, standing behind me, frowns at the room “Man, we are a disaster” he mumbles to no one in particular as he goes to sit next to a less-cheerful-than-usual Thor, and a silent Vision. I follow his lead.

“Any news?” I ask Tony. He sights and leaves the cup on the table.

You’re beautiful - (Bucky x Reader One Shot)

This awesome idea was requested by @melconnor2007 !

Y/N: your name

Warnings: self esteem issues

A/N: I loved this idea, and I really hope you like it!! It’s a very interesting perspective to write. If you’re reading this, tell me the objet that is closer to your right hand and is not your phone/computer (I’m just curious about how many people actually read this). Hope you enjoy!

Y/N’s POV:

My makeup is spread all over the sink in a colorful mess of labels promising clear skin, a wonderful glow and a beautiful face. I look at myself in the mirror, wondering if I will ever be like the women smiling at me from the plastic tubes and boxes.

I examine my face closely: my acne had a party all over my face last night, what explains the bags under my eyes of a deep shade of purple. I look down at my puffy silhouette, covered on stretch marks and little scars. I’m a collection of everything society deems ugly nowadays.

I feel a presence behind me and look up to see Sebastian’s reflection on the mirror kissing my cheek. “Good morning babe” he smiles as he starts moving a few of my makeup products aside to make space for himself on the sink.

“Good morning” I try to smile, but it comes out like a grimace.

Seb looks at me disapprovingly. “What are you thinking?” he asks, gazing over the magazine I’m clasping. “‘How to be hot in ten steps.’” he reads out loud “Y/N, we’ve talked about this.” He arches an eyebrow until I look at my feet. Then I hear the sound of plastic being pushed aside and a set of strong hands wrap around my waist and hoist me up, setting me on the sink.

Seb positions himself between my legs and smiles at me. “You’re absolutely perfect, Y/N. You need to stop beating yourself up like that” he touches a finger to the tip of my nose, making me laugh. I lean in for a kiss but he puts a finger over my lips. “I’m serious. Promise me.”

“I promise you.” I whisper against his finger, and then I feel his lips twist into a smile as they collide against mine in a warm, loving kiss.

When he pulls away and untangles my legs from his waist, he’s still smiling. “Thank you.” he whispers back, and offers me his hand to jump off the sink. “I have to go to the gym now, babe. I’ll be back very soon and then we have…”

“The interview for that gossip magazine. I know.” I hug him tightly, and smile against his chest when I hear him gasp for air. “I love you”

“I love you too, She-Hulk.” he laughs, massaging his ribs. “See you later!”

After a while, I storm out of the bathroom in a cloud of compact powders and frustration. After about three thousand YouTube tutorials and beauty hacks, I’ve arrived to the conclusion that my face cannot be fixed.

I head over to the kitchen to get some breakfast, but it only takes me five minutes to burn the eggs. “You can’t even fry an egg you completely useless idiot…” I muter to myself as I take a bottled smoothie out of the fridge.

I hear a ding from my phone and head to the living room, expecting it to be a message from Seb. As I turn it on, I see that the notification is from a new article of a gossip magazine I’m subscribed to. I click on it and look outside while it charges, but when I read the title and see the first photos, my breath abandons me.

“Sebastian Stan, as hot as always, has finally decided to relate with people of his category”

The article is accompanied of photos of my boyfriend working out at the gym, surrounded by a group of gorgeous women. I find myself reading it with tears steaming down my cheeks.

“Sebastian Stan, our favorite celebrity and official Hottest Man on Earth (at least according to us), has finally decided to ditch his girlfriend in favor of a group of beautiful woman that definitely suit him better!

Seb was photographed this morning in the gym, surrounded by a few very famous models. Of course, the internet has gone wild, ready to ship the next Perfect Celebrity Couple. Is the actor finally going to go out with someone who is at his level? We hope so!

Even though his breakup with Y/N, his current (ex)girlfriend, hasn't been confirmed yet, everyone is waiting for it. It was about time for him to end the relationship, a relationship we’ve never been in favor of. You can only see Y/N’s face a certain amount of times without wondering why doesn’t she get a plastic surgery.

While we await for the next Perfect Celebrity Couple, we would love to know your opinions on the subject. Who will Sebastian choose as his next girlfriend?”

When I arrive to the end of the article, I barely have energy to turn off the phone and lie on the sofa. I’m conscious Seb has never actually flirted with any of the models (It’s pretty obvious in the pictures that they were all oblivious to each other) and he would never dump me. But that’s the problem. He would never ditch me, much less like this, but he is gorgeous, and nice, and famous; and I’m… Well, Y/N. In any case, not good enough for him.

I have to leave him.

I search for my energy and manage to get up and go to my room. Once in there, everything’s easier: all I have to do is put my stuff inside the suitcase and ignore the sharp stabs of pain in my chest. Warm tears are steaming down my face, my breath is short and sharp. I won’t look back. I can’t look back. I have to do this for him.

When the suitcase is full, I try to close it, but I’m clearly not strong enough. All of a sudden, I feel two strong arms wrapping around me from my back and then closing the suitcase for me.

“Where are you off to, babe?” a scruffy voice I recognize all too well whispers at my ear.

I breathe in. I wasn’t planing on having to deal with this face to face. I turn around slowly, only to find myself inches away from Seb’s face, his piercing blue eyes formulating the question for him.

“I’m leaving, Sebastian. Don’t call me babe, we’re not a thing anymore” I tell him, avoiding his eyes. He looks confused for a second, so I take advantage on it and slide out of his arms. I try to pull my suitcase from under his hands, but he reacts and holds it down strongly.

“What have I done?” he asks, softly and with an utterly confused look on his face.

“It’s not abut you, it’s about me”

He is quiet for a few seconds before asking “Are you cheating on me?”

“What? No! I would never do that!”

“Then why is this about you?”

I look at him in the eye. I should have lied about cheating. Now I can’t think of a good excuse.

“Y/N?”

“Because… Because I hate you!” I scream, my brain grasping the first excuse it finds. “I hate you for… being so perfect. For being the ‘Hottest Man on Earth’, the man everyone wants to date. The oscar-winer actor. The man that couldn’t be any nicer or sweeter. The perfect boyfriend. I hate you for that, for being the perfect boyfriend, and I curse the day I fell for you, the day I decided to be your girlfriend!” I sob and sit on the bed, hiding my face in my hands.

I expect to feel his arms wrap around me, but they never do. After a few minutes of silence, Sebastian calls me again.

“Y/N…”

I look up to see him on the other side of the room, holding my phone. He must have read the article. Good, that way he’ll realize he needs someone better than me. He mumbles angrily under his breath.

“Y/N, please don't read this articles. They are written by a jealous hand, and all they contains is poison. Fake poison.” he crosses the room and sits next to me. “They aren’t true, they just want to hurt you.” he presses his finger to the tip of my nose and I hit his hand away. “There’s only one reason I’m dating you, Y/N.”

This gets my attention. I sit up and look at him. “Why?”

“Because you’re the only person I’m madly in love with. You’re beautiful, even more than those models” he pulls a stray hair being my ear. “And I’m not saying this to make you feel better. To my eyes, you’re way prettier than them, way more real.”

“I’m ugly, Sebastian.”

He laughs. “No you’re not, honey. They’re the ugly ones, the fake ones. You’re Y/N, the only woman I’ll ever consider impeccably beautiful. I promise i’m speaking the truth.”

I want to believe him, but I don’t know if I should. I look at the suitcase laying on the bed. Sebastian seems to read my thoughts, because he gently turns my head to him, two fingers under my chin, and looks at me in the eye, those two blue beauties searching through my soul.

“You’re really leaving me because you think I deserve something better?” he whispers, inches away from my face. My breath gets caught in my lungs. “Let me make that decision, Y/N.”

I can’t think clearly due to his proximity. “And what have you decided?”

“I’m exactly where I want to be” he whispers back, seconds before his lips crash into mine.

When I meet you in the summer - Part 3

Chapter 3: Get it together!

Fandom: Marvel

Y/N: your name

Warnings: language.

Part 1 - Part 2

A/N: Here it is, the third part of the series. And I’m introducing someone who will be definitely one of my favorite characters (I hope yours as well!). The only and irreplaceable... Just kidding, you’ll have to keep reading to find out.

Previously:

“Wow… Thank you…” his kindness shakes me and, tentatively, I lie my head softly on his shoulder. When he doesn’t pull away, I let my body weight onto him and he shifts his balance so that I’m more confortable, making sure he touches me the least possible.

“No problem. He needs to grow for a damn time.”

“Wait, are you on his side or not?”

He laughs and leans a little over my head. “Well, he doesn’t know how to make gin tonics as well as you do, does he?” I laugh softly at his comment. “He’s still my brother, Y/N. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder what happened to that eleven year old that claimed he wanted to be a gentleman when he grew up. And the only conclusion I arrived to is that our world destroyed him. I like to think he’s still in there, somewhere, but I lose hope every day. He’s turning into a monster before my own eyes, and I’m unable to help him. My own brother.” he breathes in deeply. “I’m sorry for… Everything.”

I shake my head, but when I’m about to answer, Maria Hill, the ‘Big Boss’ as everyone calls her, appears on the doorframe.

“Y/N, we need to have a conversation.”

Y/N’s POV:

When the Big Boss wants to talk to you, you know you’ve messed up.

I walk with Maria to her office in a tense silence. She sits behind her gigantic glass desk and looks at me seriously for a few seconds, making me even more nervous. Just when I’m about to scream, she sighs and starts talking:

“Look, Y/N. You’re not a troublemaker. In fact, you’re an exemplar worker. But Mr Barnes has put up a complain about your attitude.”

That fucking son of a bitch. I’m gonna kill him.

Before I can defend myself, Maria raises her hand. “Now, I don’t know what happened, but a complain like that would put you job hunting immediately. However, Mr Barnes has a reputation of playboy and troublemaker in this hotel, so I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt.” Maria smiles briefly, but then her face darkens. “Despite that, I can’t let the complain go unnoticed. Look: a few days ago, Sarah quit her job as the night bartender. She claimed the work was too stressful, with all the parties and discos we do at night, and we couldn’t afford to pay her more. So I’ll make you an offer: you can either choose to be fired altogether or take over Sarah’s job, but without pay.” She lets me think about it for a while.  “What do you say?”

I have to make a conscious effort not to cry “Do I even have a choice?”

Maria doesn’t answer.

I leave her office and head immediately to the staff’s bathroom. When I close the door behind me, tears are already steaming down my face.

From now on, my workday will last from ten o’clock in the morning to two in the morning, with an hour rest for lunch and an hour and a half from seven to half past eight. I won’t be able to go home during weekdays, probably not ever during weekends. A shiver runs down my spine when I realize I won’t be able to be there at night, to protect my sister from my father.

I’ll have to be near Barnes the whole day, because he doesn’t look like the kind of person who misses a party. Add to that the ten wasted men that will try to sleep with me each night. And then add to that minimal sleep. Great.

The future looks bright, man. A deep laugh comes out of my chest, stained with fear and desperation. I raise my hand, wanting to punch the mirror out of frustration, but a hand stops my wrist midair.

“Whoa. Be careful girl. What’s the matter?” I look up to see Peggy Carter holding my wrist tightly and looking at me with concern.

“I-I…” I start to cry and she rests my head on her shoulder as I start to vomit words and fears. When I’m done, she looks at me in the eyes and takes out a bag of makeup from her locker.

“Let’s fix you up girl. Look: now you’re going to go out there and rock that cocktail maker. I’ll bring you something to eat in a while and make sure Bucky doesn’t go anywhere near the pool today. Later, I will talk to a few contacts, make sure you always have backup. Don’t worry, you’ll make it out of this. Trust me.” She moves around me, fixing my hair and makeup. When she’s satisfied with the result, my best friend and accountant of the hotel gives me a perk in the cheek and walks out of the bathroom.

Peggy is right. No matter what happens, I have to keep fighting.

I’ve been making cocktails for two hours and Peggy has kept her promise: Barnes hasn’t showed up and about half an hour ago, one of the waitresses, Natasha Romanoff, brought me a sandwich.

She tried to talk about Bucky, mainly just trying to get information out of me, and I tried my best to avoid the subject. Luckily, she was soon called back to the kitchens and left me alone.

Steve isn’t at the pool either, but that doesn’t mean I have less work. In fact, now that the pool is open again, I barely have time to do all the drinks people ask for. I feel like a hurricane as I leave three fruit cocktails on the bar and get an order for a mojito.

The afternoon flies away, and when Scott finally allows me to close the bar, my hands and feet hurt like crazy. At least I haven’t had a chance to think or go over what happened. Now, however, everything I have to do before my next shift overwhelms me as I lean against a wall in the hall.

“Y/N!” I look up to see Peggy walking towards me. “Come, we have to talk a few things.”

She guides me through corridors until we reach a room in the staff floor. She opens it with a card and motions me in. It’s a big and very simple room with a bed and a sofa, a desk, a TV, a mini fridge and a bathroom. I’m still confused and I turn to my friend, looking for answers.

Peggy is smiling excitedly, like a kid. “What do you think?”

“It’s… nice? What’s all this about, Peg?”

“It’s your new room!” she nearly screams, jumping on the balls of her feet.

I feel like a bucket of ice cold water has been dumped over me. “Oh… But Peggy, I can’t pay this.” This rooms are specially designed for the members of staff that can’t go back home after their shift. But they still cost a good amount of money.

“I know. That’s why it’s actually my room!” she throws herself on the bed.

“I’m confused.”

She smiles “I had been thinking for a while about living in the hotel for the rest of the year. It’s way easier, as I don’t have family waiting for me at home. So I decided to book a room for us! You don’t have to pay anything. The only condition is that you sleep in the sofa. It turns into a bed”

I open my mouth to protest, but Peggy is… Peggy. She doesn’t allow me to talk, just pushes me out and orders me to get my bags and come back. When I do so, she helps me place my few clothes in my side of the wardrobe.

“Done! Now you’re just missing…” she takes a card out of her purse and hands it to me “Your key. I’m so excited! I’m gonna have a roomie!”

“Peg, you’re not going to pay this room alone.”

“Of course I’m not. But you’re in a difficult situation right now, so don’t worry. We’ll split the price when things are back to normal. Right now, focus on getting everything together.” she hands me my phone “Message your sister, get some friend of yours to look after her, and while you’re at it, get them to send you some of your stuff. After that, you’ll have time to take refreshing nap for an hour and then half an hour to have supper and get ready for your next shift.”

“You have a slight obsession with control, my friend.” I smile, taking my phone.

“That’s why you love me.” she laughs, winking at me and taking her heels off. “Now if you excuse me, you’re not the only one on break.”

She falls asleep quite fast, so I text and make my phone calls as quietly as possible. Once I have everything more or less together, I turn my phone off and lie on the sofa-bed. I love Peggy’s ability to make everything seem simple and exciting. She’s able to make you feel calmed and organized even when when the world is falling to pieces.

I’m out as soon as my head hits the pillow.

Part 4: Coming Soon!

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On Hiatus! (Kind of, read this:)

Hi family!

As you have probably noticed from the title, I’m going to be taking (kind of) a hiatus.

This next month I won’t be around Tumblr, and I will not be able to answer your comments, requests or petitions to be tagged.

But don’t despair! Keep reading:

Muahahahahaha

A Throne of Lies - (Bucky x Reader one shot)

You’re really making me blush! I’m proud you liked it!

Yeah, I think it would take me a lot of time to forgive him as well (or not to kill him, while we’re on the matter). But well, fantasy is always fantasy.

A Throne of Lies - (Bucky x Reader one shot)

It’s always hard! This was meant to be much longer, but (as usual) I ran out of time...

I didn’t get a visit from the White Rabbit, though.

Well, I’m super happy you liked it, Becca! Thank you so much!

A Throne of Lies - (Bucky x Reader one shot)

How could I not? Thanks for the praise. I’m happy you liked it!

A Throne of Lies - (Bucky x Reader one shot)

A Throne of Lies - (Bucky x Reader one shot)

For @bionic-buckyb‘s 5k writing challenge. Congratulations on 5k!!! You rock!!!!

Summary: I could still see him. I could feel his betray digging deep into my heart, clawing it open. But still, I couldn’t help but wonder... why?

Fandom: Marvel (AU)

Y/N: your name

Warnings: angst, mentions of mafia, language.

A/N: I know, I know. I’ve been MIA for weeks. I’m really sorry, please don’t kill me!!! I’ve been incredibly busy. Hope this makes up for it!

#26: “You can’t keep hurting me, and think everything is going to be okay. I’m done”

Pairing: Bucky x Reader.

Y/N’s POV:

As the only daughter of one of the biggest mafia heads of our time, I never expected to marry someone I had chosen and I loved. I knew that since I was eleven, I knew the fairy tale marriage was something I would never get to experience.

And I never cared.

But now, as I run through the garden with hot tears burning my eyes, I realize I was wrong. I want someone to love me, to hold me and make me feel safe. I wanted to know I was going to spend the rest of my life protected and appreciated. But, above all, I wanted someone to respect me.

The sun fell from the sky a long time ago, and it now shows little diamonds glinting softly around the full moon. Heavy clouds travel lazily, creating occasional ponds of moonlight that soak the numerous bushes of white roses that claw my arms.

My legs are screaming for me to stop running, but that pain seems the only thing that can blur the image that is imprinted in my brain with fire.

Suddenly, my knees give in and I fall hard to the ground in between the white roses, some of which have turned red with my blood. I hold my weight with my shaky arm, tears soaking up the ground. Inside my mind, I can see him. He looked so similar to the day we’d met…

I had been told I was getting married to that man, liked it or not. So my first feelings towards him were immediately of hostility… But as soon as I exchanged a few words with him, everything changed.