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for @quidditchleaguenet​‘s  september event - wizarding families - the Zabinis

As a woman with a whole wide web of connections, there were a lot of people in Gabriella Zabini’s life.  She analyzed them, categorized them neatly into different types, depending on their area of usefulness.  Some were high positioned and influential individuals in the Ministry, or some other industry (ex. fashion, journalism, potions)  Some weren’t as well known or famous, but were useful regardless, and could help her obtain things she wanted.

Different types required different tactics, different approaches, different blackmail materials and different temptations. She’d always been good with this.

She’d learned early in life to not care about people personally. To her, it would only cloud her decisions, it would bring unnecessary worries, it would hinder her own plans.  People were build up with calculations and analysis, and emotional bonds were only what happened between other people that could be used.

There had only always been one exception.

For all she never cared about other people, her son was a complete different matter.

She loved him, more than she’d ever loved any of her husbands. She’d protect him, she’d risked herself for him if needed.

Perhaps it was because he was her son after all, and inherited more than a bit of her beauty, her brains, and her personality.  Or perhaps he learnt firsthand from her actions.  She felt that his phase of innocence and naivety passed faster than it did with other children, as he quickly grew into the sharp-minded, sometimes overly mature adolescent in front of her.  She was proud of his maturity and intelligence, though sometimes a part of her had always wished that he could stayed young and innocent and sheltered a little longer.  Because she knew how dark the world could get out there.

“I’ll stay safe, mother, don’t worry,“ he said, perceptive as always, realizing her worries even when she didn’t say anything.  He gave her a crooked grin, “After all, I learnt from the best.“

Sometimes, she wished she could shelter him forever. To protect him from the darkness of the world.  And maybe with her wide connections, she might even succeed if she put her mind to it.

But she knew it wouldn’t be fair for him, as she looked into his eyes and realized that for him, liked for her, to be sheltered meant to be caged.  Safe but boring and ultimately unsatisfying. Their kind weren’t meant to be caged birds, but rather spiders, gradually building up a web of connection, a web of schemes, a web of traps for enemies but would never trap themselves in it.

He enjoyed luxury and favors from people, yes, but he didn’t wanted them all to be handed to him by her.  Because he enjoyed the plotting for those too, enjoyed the thrill of risks and manipulation of the process in gaining those.

Because ultimately, Blaise Zabini was her son, and they were more alike than different in so many ways, and she understood him, like she understood herself. She couldn’t protect him forever, but she didn’t need to, and she had faith in him.

People like them always found a way to land on their feet, usually not just safely, but also comfortably as well.

One Shot Niall Horan

Semana NHoran 

Parte I

Aviso: Palavras de baixo calão.

A vida nunca foi boa, ela nem sequer sabe o que é ser boa porque o negócio dela e foder, foder com tudo o que vê pela frente, esse é o maior prazer dela. Às vezes você acha que está tudo uma moleza, mas em num piscar de olhos, endurece e é como uma pica entrando forte no seu rabo e sem preparo.

Ela não me engana mais, depois que completei treze anos e vi minha mãe ser espancada e morta por um demônio bêbado, eu aprendi que nada no mundo é bom e as coisas sempre vão piorar. É como uma lei, você acha que as coisas estão péssimas e não vão passar disso, mas então você toma na cara para saber que estava errada e tudo piora ainda mais. É exatamente o que sempre acontece comigo.

Depois da minha segunda quase bem sucedida tentativa de suicídio e quarta prisão por roubo e uso de drogas ilícitas, o homem que se diz meu pai me internou em uma clínica de reabilitação e aqui estou eu olhando para o professor Xavier. A única diferença entre eles que eu posso notar é o cabelo, de resto os dois estão fodidos em uma cadeira de rodas.

— Sua ficha é bem cheia. — ele comentou enquanto lia uma ficha idiota que o homem que me meteu na minha preencheu — Acho que vamos passar bastante tempo aqui.

— Você eu não sei, mas na primeira oportunidade eu vou dar o fora desse inferno. — eu disse à ele descascando o esmalte preto da minha unha.

— Aqui é sua salvação, você estará morta em pouco tempo fora daqui.

Eu tive que rir, e pela sua cara ele não entendeu o motivo, acho que esse idiota teve o cérebro afetado seja lá pelo quê que paralisou suas pernas.

— Eu acho que morrer não é uma coisa ruim para uma pessoa que tentou o suicídio quase dez vezes. — eu o olhei — Por que acha que eu tentei?

— Por estava com medo. Você queria uma saída rápida e fácil. — meu punho acertou a mesa dele.

— Eu não sinto medo! Não fale sobre mim como se me conhecesse! — esbravejei me colocando de pé com minhas mãos espalmadas sobre sua mesa.

— Não há vergonha em sentir medo, isso nos torna mais humanos. — seus olhos estavam fixos nos meus.

— E como você se sente sendo um inválido? — um sorriso brincou no canto dos meus lábios ao final da frase.

— Não estamos aqui para falar sobre mim.

— Falar dos outros é mais fácil, não é?! — voltei a me sentar — Saiba que eu não vou responder às suas perguntas de merda.

— Então você vai ficar aqui por mais tempo do que pode contar. — ele apertou um botão no telefone fixo na mesa, as portas abriram e dois homens altos vestidos de branco entraram.

— Você não pode fazer isso? Depende de outras pessoas para fazer o seu serviço sujo! — os homens me seguraram um em cada braço me levantando da cadeira.

— Podem levá-la, conversarei com ela quando estiver limpa. — os homens começaram a me levar.

— EU ESTOU LIMPA SEU BASTARDO FILHO DA PUTA! ME DEIXE SAIR! — por mais que eu gritasse e esperneasse enquanto os homens me levavam pelo corredor, não parecia funcionar em nada.

Eu fui revistada e colocada em um quarto com uma cama de ferro que o colchão parecia uma folha de tão fino, eu achei que já estivesse encarado o inferno, mas agora eu estava dentro dele. A porta foi trancada e meu coração acelerou ao ouvir o barulho de trinca.

— ME TIREM DAQUI! ME DEIXEM SAIR SEUS FILHOS DA PUTA!

Eu gritei por muito tempo e ninguém veio ao meu campo de visão - um estreito buraco na porta -, não havia nada no quarto que cortasse ou machucasse, apenas uma fodida coisa que eu sequer posso chamar de cama.

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Meu corpo todo tremia, era como se eu estivesse em uma refrigerador, porém frio eu não sentia. Tudo que eu posso pensar é que eu preciso sair desse lugar, eu preciso voltar para a vida que eu tinha ou apenas morrer e me libertar desse inferno.

Há dias - ou pelo que parece, anos - eu não vejo ninguém, a comida e água chega quando eu estou dormindo e o professor Xavier não veio nem ao menos ver se eu estou viva. Não que eu queira que ele venha, eu só quero socá-lo na cara e correr para minha liberdade.

Sentada no canto do quarto, meus olhos giravam de um lado para o outro, a luz fraca era macabra juntamente as paredes e o vazio que ficava no lugar tendo apenas a cama. O barulho de trinca chegou aos meus ouvidos e olhando para a porta eu pude ver a cadeira automática do professor Xavier cruzar a porta e logo em seguida o barulho de tranca.

— Seu corpo está reagindo a abstinência das drogas. — ele disse como se eu estivesse o perguntado alguma coisa.

— Vá se foder! — minha voz saiu cortada e fraca.

— Eu estou aqui apenas para ajudá-la, você tem que ficar na defensiva com as pessoas ruins que te vendiam essas porcarias. — ele se aproximou mais um pouco de onde eu estava.

— Quem disse que eu comprava? — eu ri baixo mesmo que estivesse sem forças.

— Não importa o que você fazia, eu estou aqui para te ajudar a parar.

— Quem disse que eu quero ajuda? Você deveria apenas se juntar a mim e morrer, sua vida é mais fodia do que a minha. Eu pelo menos posso andar. — meus olhos encontraram os seus e eu estava com um sorriso de vitória no rosto.

— Eu já fui como você. Depois do acidente eu tentei me matar tomando todos os meus remédios antidepressivos e assim como você eu fui internado. Eu me deixei tratar, eu deixei que me ensinassem a me amar como eu estava. Eu deixei que me ajudassem a lidar com minha vida independente do que eu já tinha passado.

— E então você seguiu os passos do professor Xavier e quer ajudar as pessoas? — perguntei sarcástica.

— Eu apenas não quero vê-las sofrendo sozinhas, não quero vê-las perdidas sem ninguém para apoiá-las.

— Se quer me ajudar, me traz o que eu preciso… Por favor, eu preciso muito, eu vou morrer se eu não tê-las, são as minhas melhores amigas. Por favor… — eu estava a pouco centímetros dele, de joelhos. Eu não me importo de ter que implorar por elas.

Elas te fazem mal…

— Não… Elas só fazem bem… Muito bem. — lágrimas desciam pelo meu rosto e eu me apoiei em seus joelhos olhando em seus olhos — Por favor..? — minha cabeça se curvou diante de seu colo e eu me permitir chorar compulsivamente, senti suas mãos em meus cabelos acariciando-os com delicadeza.

— Eu vou te ajudar… Mas não do jeito que você acha que precisa.

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Limpa.

Completamente limpa de drogas.

Fazem sete meses e meio que eu desabei no colo de Niall - professor Xavier - enquanto tremia pedindo para que ele me ajudasse a consumir drogas. Depois disso eu acordei na cama, com outra roupa e cabelos lavados, Niall estava me olhando e disse que foram as enfermeiras que trabalham na casa de apoio que haviam me lavado.

Eu relutei um pouco nos dias que se seguiram, mas Niall soube me fazer ceder, ele foi paciente e bom comigo e um dia eu me vi sentindo sua falta. Eu nunca - repito - n.u.n.c.a senti falta de alguém depois que minha mãe morreu, ela foi a única que havia me feito sentir saudade e depois ninguém mais porque todas as pessoas que passaram na minha vida deixaram uma cicatriz, eu sou cheia delas, cicatrizes feita na alma - se é que eu ainda tenho uma -.

Primeiro eu comecei a sentir falta da presença de Niall, quando ele mudava o horário de me visitar para mais tarde, eu ficava andando de um lado para o outro nervosa por não ter o visto. Depois eu comecei a me sentir suar toda vez que ele passava com sua cadeira de rodas pela porta, antes eu o repudiava por ser um inválido, mas então eu peguei não me importando mais com isso, ele estar em uma cadeira de rodas não fazia mais diferença para mim. E por último a necessidade de toque. Toda vez que ele estava em uma distância que meu braço alcançava, eu tocava a sua pele com a ponta dos meus dedos só para ter a sensação do coração disparado e borboletas no estômago.

Niall se preocupou e cuidou de mim todos os dias quando eu estava encolhida no chão do quarto tremendo por estar tendo crises de abstinência, ele contava histórias de quando ele andava e às vezes até cantava para que eu ficasse mais calma ou me desligasse da necessidade de me drogar. Ninguém além da minha mãe cantou para mim em toda minha vida, ninguém depois dela se preocupou se eu estava bem ou se eu iria morrer em um minuto ou uma hora. O homem que me fez, me jogou nessa casa de apoio para se livrar dos problemas que eu estava levando para a casa e para a família feliz que ele criou.  

Quando eu menos esperei eu estava com os meus lábios colados nos de Niall, a sensação na minha barriga foi mil vezes mais intensa do que quando eu apenas o tocava. A sensação foi tão gostosa que quando eu me afastei, não demorou para que eu fizesse de novo feliz por ele não ter me empurrado. Ele apenas me explicou que eu não poderia fazer mais aquilo ali porque que tinham câmeras no quarto e por mais ele fosse dono do centro de reabilitação, algum funcionário poderia denunciá-lo por abuso. Eu entendi perfeitamente o receio dele, eu não queria que ele fosse afastado, então só o beijava quando ele dizia que as câmeras “acidentalmente” tinham sido desligadas.

Elas sempre eram “acidentalmente” desligadas quando ele entrava no meu quarto.

— Você tem certeza? — perguntei mordendo a parte interna da minha bochecha.

— Tenho. Você está visivelmente melhor e agora que completou dezoito anos pode ir morar comigo. Eu estou te dando alta. — ele segurou minha mão que estava sobre o meu joelho, eu estou em seu colo.

— Eu não quero abusar da sua boa vontade, eu posso arranjar um lugar para ficar, ou ficar aqui por mais algum tempo… — eu estou com receio de sair da casa de apoio, eu não sei mais o que está me esperando lá fora e estou com medo da vida vir chutar meu traseiro. As coisas estão boas demais para ser verdade.

— Você não estará abusando de nada, eu estou te convidando e ficarei chateado se não aceitar. — ele levou minha mão aos seus lábios deixando um beijo.

— Você está depositando confiança demais em mim… — eu olhei em seus olhos.

— Eu confio em você. Eu te amo! — puxei a respiração porque parecia que eu estava ficando sem ar, meu corpo gelou e eu não sabia o que fazer com a frase que me foi dita — Não precisa me dizer de volta, eu sei que você passou por muita coisa e não quero te forçar a nada.

Se Niall não era a melhor pessoa do mundo eu não sabia o que ele era, eu o contei minha história quando ele me fez sentir confiança para desabafar, ele sabe que a única pessoa que falou que me amava foi a minha mãe, a única pessoa que fez qualquer coisa de bom para mim e quem eu vi morrer diante dos meus olhos sendo inútil demais para fazer alguma coisa para ajudá-la.

— Obrigada.

Minha voz saiu em um sussurro e Niall beijou minha cabeça a puxando suavemente para que eu a descansasse em seu ombro, ele é a única pessoa depois da minha mãe capaz de me fazer sentir vontade de viver.

Desejo viver para sempre ao lado dele.




Aqui está a primeira parte, espero que gostem como eu gostei.

Desculpem a demora e se preparem, se a segunda parte sair como eu estou planejando, vai ser bombaaaaa. A pessoa que fez o pedido sabe o que estar por vir, se vocês prestarem atenção em algumas coisas podem criar uma teoria. :)

- Tay

Masterlist

Prompt Lists:

List One List Two

The Golden Trio Era

Draco Malfoy:

Limerance Series-

 Part one Part Two Part Three Part Four

Reality Check

George Weasley:

Don’t Leave Me

Cedric Diggory:

I Messed Up

The Marauders Era

James Potter:

It’s Always Been You

Started in Potions

Reasons to play OneShot:

> an entire cast of precious cinnamon rolls
> peets peets peets peets peets peets peets peets peets
> aesthetically pleasing areas
> that charming, pixelated, fourth-wall-breaking Off/Undertale genre
> (does that genre have a name???)
> you can play through the whole game in a day if you’re short on free time
> secret route… because you gotta love immersing in the worldbuilding lore…
> objectheads
> gas mask
> Mr. Big Mood lamplighter
> ??? ??? ??? it’s heckin’ cute??? ??? ???

drarry + amortentia

Harry had just taken his seat next to Ron when Professor Snape swept through the door, his billowing black cloak bringing with it a cold wind that crept throughout the classroom. A shudder ran across the students, diminishing as it reached the Slytherins, who had grown adjusted to the piercing rush of the frigid air. Without a word, the greasy professor conjured a softly bubbling cauldron onto the surface of his desk.

“Today’s task,” he began in a slow drawl, “is to successfully brew the potion shown before you. I will not provide you with its name just yet, only the ingredients and instructions necessary to brew it.”

Just as those words left his mouth, pieces of parchment appeared in front of each student. Harry was a bit startled, as he had already begun to doze due to the sluggish pace of Snape’s speech. He adjusted his glasses and gave his hair a ruffle, leaning in to examine the page before him. After a bit of studying, he determined that it was a recipe of sorts, which was to be expected in a potions classroom. With a small sigh, he leaned back a bit on his stool and directed his attention back to the looming man before him.

“At the end of class, I will review your potions and reveal the name of the potion that you will have attempted to brew.” Harry let out another sigh at the professor’s emphasis on the word, “attempted,” which gave the impression that Snape didn’t really expect any properly brewed potions.

“Are there any questions?” the tall man finished. Immediately, Hermione, seated next to Pavarti, raised her hand, waving it about a bit in the air. Snape gave her a disdainful glance, and then proceeded to say, “Good. Now, begin brewing your potions.”

Hermione’s forehead wrinkled a bit in frustration, but she quickly shook it off, beginning to look over the parchment set before her. Just as the classroom began to spring back to life, Snape’s voice interrupted the commotion.

“Oh, I had almost forgotten.” he said with a sinister smile that made Harry grimace in disgust. “To add an element of challenge to your brewing, you will now be working with new partners.”

A collective groan echoed across the classroom. “Silence!” the slimy man demanded. “I will give you your partners now. Granger and Parkinson. Goldstein and Nott. Goyle and Brown. Weasley and Zabini. Longbottom and Crabbe. Potter and Malfoy-”

Harry immediately ceased listening after the dreaded words escaped Snape’s far-too-happy mouth. He dared a glance over at Malfoy, only to find the blond git glaring straight back at him. They engaged in a bit of a glare-off from across the room, until Harry was pulled out by a tap on his shoulder.

He looked up and was met with the chiseled face of Blaise Zabini. “Potter, if you don’t mind, I believe that I am Weasley’s new partner now.” the boy said with a slight smirk. Harry glanced over to Ron to find him positively green, and patted him on the shoulder with an unspoken “good luck” lingering in the air behind him as he regretfully made his way over to Malfoy’s table.
Harry kept his head down as he took his seat next to Malfoy, attempting to focus only on the parchment and not on the tall, pointy boy who seemed to be all angles next to him. Malfoy clearly wanted to ruin everything good in Harry’s life, taking it upon himself to break the tension-filled silence at their table.

“Potter, as much as I hate, and I mean absolutely despise, saying this, I think that we ought to work together, rather than fight over this.” At Harry’s incredulous look, he continued. “I would like a passing grade in this class, and I assume that you would as well. You’ve proven to have at least a bit of a brain hidden inside that abnormally large head of yours, so I think that if we… put aside our differences for the time begin, we will have a good chance of brewing this potion correctly.”

Harry continued to stare at Malfoy as if he had grown a third eye, and Malfoy, though tempted to now feel his forehead to ensure the absence of an abnormal growth, shoved down the urge and quickly continued. “Now, please do not let me lead you to believe that I doubt my own skills in potions brewing. No, quite the contrary, Potter. I do, however, doubt your ability to restrain yourself from wreaking havoc on my cauldron, so I think it would be best for us to work together, rather than against each other, for the time being.”

For a moment, Harry thought he saw a glimmer of hesitation in Malfoy’s eyes, but he quickly doubted himself as the grey eyes returned to normal. “Alright, Malfoy. Truce?” he said, with an extended hand.

Malfoy eyed the slightly calloused hand put before him, having a sense of déja-vu. “Truce.” he agreed, taking Harry’s hand and shaking it firmly. They both stared down at their hands between them for a moment, before quickly coming back to their senses and releasing their grasps, Malfoy clearing his throat and Harry rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well then, Potter,” Malfoy drawled, smirk returning to his pointed features. “Let’s get started.”

Harry took a deep breath and nodded, focusing his attention back to the parchment laid out in front of him. His eyes skimmed the words on the page, which might as well have been hieroglyphics, for he couldn’t understand the potions-language at all. Malfoy spared him an amused glance, and then decided to take pity on the other boy.

“Alright Potter, I’ll do the hard work, and you can be my second-in-command. Go ahead and fetch the ingredients on the list, will you?”

Harry didn’t bother arguing, and instead set off to the potions cupboard where various other students were gathering. Soon, he was walking back out with different jars and phials balanced in his arms and setting them on the table beside the cauldron Malfoy was currently heating with his wand.

The two boys worked in silence, with only the occasional request from Malfoy (Harry refused to refer to them as “commands,” since that made him sound like he was submitting to Malfoy). Soon enough, Harry was giving the potion a final stir, and Malfoy deemed it to be acceptable.

“Wow, Potter, I must admit that I’m surprised. We make quite the team when we aren’t talking to each other.” Harry responded with a lopsided grin, making Malfoy’s heartbeat speed up a bit, although he showed no sign of it on the outside.

“Yeah,” Harry replied. “Our potion smells great, too. Actually,” he continued, a small frown appearing on his face, “it kind of smells like… you.” Harry finished, looking up at Malfoy slightly, seeming almost embarrassed.

Malfoy wasn’t sure of how to react. “What do you mean, it smells like me?” Malfoy leaned down to the cauldron, lightly sniffing it. “What?” he murmured under is breath.

“What, what is it?” Harry inquired.

“Potter, this might be the oddest thing I’ve ever said to you before, so I apologize in advance. But, this potion sort of smells like you.”

Both boys looked at each other in confusion, and just as Harry drew in a breath to respond, Snape began speaking.

“Alright, that will be enough. It seems that most of you are finished, though you took quite a bit longer than I had expected.” The displeasure in Snape’s voice was clear. “We only have several minutes left in class, so I will study your potions afterwards. Now, though, I will tell you what potion you have all been brewing. It is known by the name of ‘Amortentia.’ Does anyone know what this potion’s purpose is?”

Hermione spoke up without being called upon. “Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world, Sir. It causes one to fall in love with whoever has dosed them with it. Its smell is unique to each person, smelling of what each person loves most, sometimes objects and sometimes the person with whom they are in love.”

Harry didn’t hear Snape’s response, he was too busy trying to slow his breathing back to a normal pace as Hermione’s last words clicked into place in his mind. The words “sometimes the person with whom they are in love” echoed in his mind, and he subconsciously turned to Malfoy, who was sitting at his side.

Malfoy had a somewhat horror-stricken expression, and a flush was rising up his neck and onto his cheeks. Both he and Harry were startled out of their thoughts with a brief, “Class dismissed.” from Snape. They eyed each other warily, unmoving in the crowd of students packing up.

“Huh.” Harry said.

“Huh.” Malfoy echoed. “'Huh’ indeed. Well, Potter, it seems to me like we have a lot to discuss.”

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and that’s it! i’ve seen several amortentia prompts in my time on tumblr and i thought i’d provide y'all with my own take on it. i am by no means a writer, and this is the first thing i’ve ever written and released. so, here it is! feedback is appreciated :) btw, i’m posting this on mobile, so sorry in advance for any mistakes.

Tonight’s Dinner

Oneshot featuring Adrienette and a Snapchat gone wrong, based on something that happened with me and my friends xD

Rating: mild T

Word count:1097


It had started out perfectly innocent and amusing enough.

Marinette and Alya were discreetly taking pictures in their respective classes, sending the photos to each other on Snapchat. They were completely random; sometimes they were selfies accompanied with the caption of ‘save me’ or ‘I’m so bored’. Others were of the back of people’s heads, or the teachers’ desks, or even the teachers themselves, caught in an unintentionally humorous pose in mid-speech.

Neither had gotten caught, which Marinette figured since the steady influx of pictures from Alya kept right on coming.

She had to bite her lower lip to keep from laughing when she saw the newest picture. This time, it was of Chloe pulling off a particularly miserable look, with the caption, “when ur not able to suffocate Adrien for 5 seconds”.

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I don’t want to be another one night stand... (Not a request)

Note: College AU (no powers), Smut, +18, blow job, protected sex, vaginal fingering, fluff, sadness, Bucky is a playboy at first.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader; Side Steve x Tony 

Words: 5260


There was a long thump noise followed by moans as (Y/N) typed away her report while an angered sigh passes through her lips. On the other side of the wall was her roommate James, or Bucky to his friends having sex with another unknown woman of the week. He did this a lot and it was starting ticking (Y/N) off with no understanding as to why this was happening. She was starting to regret agreeing to becoming his roommate considering they had been best friends since before grade school. (Y/N) was trying to finish her report, just needing one more paragraph and this would be down and that’s when the thumping was continuous.

(Y/N)’s eye twitched when suddenly it stopped as she sighed in relief before quickly typing the last paragraph. She let out a noise of happiness that the report was over when she got up to grab a snack from the fridge. That’s when a red haired girl, Natasha?, came out of the room smiling with her hair a mess before she looked to (Y/N). “I borrowed some of your clothes. He said you wouldn’t mind.” Natasha smiles before walking out as (Y/N) stood there with an angered expression on her face when Bucky strutted out of the bedroom in only black boxers. “You look angry? What’s wrong?” Bucky asked opening the fridge as he grabs a bottle of water.

“I am very angry. No. Scratch that. I’m pissed off.” She huffed crossing her arms when he quirked an eyebrow. “Why?” He asked. “You gave another girl some of my clothes, and I had a report due. Do you know how hard it is to concentrate with some woman moaning constantly?” She asked glaring at him. “Well Sorry that I’m good at what I do?” He offered as she covered her face letting out a frustrated groan. “You never hear what I say anymore James.” She hissed placing her hands onto her hips. “Awe come on, Natasha will give them back.” He shrugged casually. She wanted so desperately to scream ‘That’s not the point’ to him, but immediately bit her tongue to stop herself.

“Forget I said anything.” She sighed running her fingers through her hair before she walked back to her own room without another word. She wasn’t hungry anymore, too worked up over the whole thing going on with Bucky. It sucked. When Bucky asked her to move in with him she thought he meant that he wanted to be with her, finding out the hard way that night when she heard Bucky with some woman named Peggy. (Y/N) sat with her knees pulled to her chest, wanting to move out has been plaguing her mind since she moved it. Yet she had nowhere else to go, her job wasn’t stable enough to get an apartment on her own, especially not one this close to her school.

She sighed before laying down in bed trying to sleep, but she couldn’t. Her mind was racing with Bucky always being with other women all the time. They say he’s practically fucked every single girl he’s talked to… except (Y/N) and it hurt. Not that she wanted to just be a one night stand for him. She just worried maybe she wasn’t pretty enough for him. There was a blade sinking deeper and deeper into her chest and she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes fluttered shut as she yanked the cover over her face, burying her face into her pillow she let out a sob. Her heart hurt so much yet tomorrow when she’d look at Bucky she’d be that happy go lucky girl once more.

In the morning (Y/N) stood making breakfast, Bucky had another ‘friend’ over and was just finished when Bucky stepped out. “Something smells good.” He said grinning while the young female slipped out as (Y/N) froze for a moment. It was Maria, her best friend she made other than Bucky and Steve. Maria knew about (Y/N)’s love for Bucky and she went behind her back while crushing her like this. “Yeah.” (Y/N) said in a monotoned voice before pointing to the plate of pancakes and bacon. “I have to go to school early.” She said shutting off the stove when she felt his hand on her hips. “You work too hard. Maybe you need a little stress relief~” He flirted.

Without meaning to she slapped his hands away. “I don’t care whoever you decide to fuck, but I’m not going to be on that list.” She spat as his eyes widened before he held his hands up. “Hey are you okay? I was just kidding.” He said chuckling as that pain from last night grew larger. She turned away before immediately grabbing her book bag as she ran out the door. She couldn’t cry, wouldn’t cry over this. He was a free man, but to toy with her emotions like that hurt worse than him admitting he didn’t like her. At least then she could pick up the pieces of her heart without it being as much of a problem. She shook that feeling off as she walked into class.

She quickly went over to her cooking station right beside her other best friend Steve. Now Steve was a good man, well mannered, everything a girl could want in a man. Sadly he was taken, and taken by Tony Stark. Yes, he was gay. The little punk. “Hey.” She smiles softly. “Hey, you okay? You look a little off.” He said quirking an eyebrow. “Yeah, just a tough morning.” She said waving it off. “Bucky?” He asked. “Bucky.” She confirmed. That was the nice thing about having Steve as a friend, he understood what you meant just by saying a few words or nothing at all. “Being an ass?” He asked as she let out a chuckle. “As always.” She said as he chuckles too.

“How about you join Tony and me for lunch after class? It’ll help you get away from Buck for a few hours.” He suggested as she thought for a moment. “Yeah, I’d like that.” She said smiling softly as he smiles back before the teacher cleared her throat. “Let us begin today’s lesson my little chefs!” She exclaims happily as everyone looked to her. (Y/N) had shut her mind off Bucky, off everything that happened for now and focused on what she loved to do the best. Cook. Soon the class was over and she had about two hours free time until her last class for the day. She looked up to see Tony waiting at the door for Steve as she noticed his eyes lit up.

She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at how happy Steve was, wishing for herself to be in his shoes with someone. She sighed walking off with them as she notices the eyes staring at Steve with such adoration, such passionate, such bliss. There was that stabbing pain again plaguing within her chest making it harder to breathe as she clenched her fists. She couldn’t let Steve down and say she didn’t want to go anymore, because she really wanted to stay away from Bucky. “(Y/N)?” Tony’s voice knocked her out of her thought as she blushes. “S-Sorry, what?” She asked biting her lip. “I asked you where you wanted to go out and eat for a little bit.” He chuckled.

“Ugh anywhere is fine with me.” She said. “Okay nothing too fancy. I’m almost broke here.” She chuckles. “You still have much to learn.” Tony rolled his eyes as he opened the door for them. “What do you mean?” She asked. “Did you honestly think I was going to let you pay for anything?” Tony asked batting his eyes as she rolls hers. “Yes, because you are taking me out.” She counters getting in the back behind Steve. “That doesn’t mean shit. You aren’t paying.” Tony huffs as Steve looks back nervously. “Tony, stop. If she wants to pay for it you shouldn’t argue with her.” He frowns. “Not paying.” Tony comments as Steve rolls his eyes while Tony gets into the car. “You are hopeless.” (Y/N) resorts as Tony grins. “Thank you.” He chuckles as he pulls out of the school’s parking lot before driving down the road.

(Y/N) enjoyed their company and was dropped off after school. She thanked Tony for the ride before she walked into the apartment while she set down her keys. She frowned noticing that the apartment was very quiet, like too quiet which started to worry her. “James? I’m home.” She called before hearing the shower running and without thinking she opened the door to check on him. Normally he would respond, or something but hearing nothing completely worried her when she froze at the sight she was met with. Bucky was standing there with not a thread of clothing on him as he turned to look at her in shock when she noticed the red mark on his face.

“(Y/N)?” He asked when she immediately went up cupping his face. “What happening to your face?” She asked as his eyes widened even more. “Uh.. The woman I was with liked being a little dominant is all.” He laughs softly. “Oh, Sorry.” She said before she remember that he was still naked before her face lit up as he smirked softly. “I’ll let you alone.” She said immediately running out as she shut the door before going to her room. She screamed into her pillow for a good five minutes before composing herself enough to make dinner for him. She sighed thinking about this morning how harsh she was with her words causing her to bit her lip gently.

She was making chicken stir fry when she heard feet patter into the kitchen as she looked back to see Bucky looking down at the ground. He looked like he was fighting himself when she reached out taking his hand as he jolted before looking at her. “Are you okay?” She asked softly when suddenly he pulled her into a hug as her eyes widened. “Please sleeping with me. We don’t have to do anything. Just please.” He begged against her neck as she froze for a moment. Something told her to say no, but she couldn’t–couldn’t deny Bucky anything even if she wanted to. “Alright James. I’ll sleep with you.” She whispered before almost immediately regretting those words.

“Thank you.” He whispered as she offered him a plate. “Eat. Since you think you can live off Lucky charms.” She huffs as he grins taking the plate. “You could.” He said sitting at the table as she got her own plate. “Yeah for like two weeks you’d either die of a sugar coma, or get tired of eating them.” She laughs before sitting across from him. “You underestimate me.” He said taking a bite of the food as she rolls her eyes. “I’m sure you could go at least two months.” She said as he nods. “That sounds more like it.” He chuckled. “But as long as you are here I don’t have to.” He said as she slowly swallowed some of her chicken she had been eating.

“Right.” She chuckles softly before they ate in silence for a few moments when he decided to change the topic. “You were a little later than usual. What were you up to?” He asked as she shrugged. “Just hanging out with Steve and Tony.” She said smiling. “How are they?” He asked trying to get the conversation going. “They’re okay. Tony is going to give Steve a promise ring soon.” She chuckles softly as he grins. “That’s good. Steve deserves that happiness.” He said as something flashed in his eyes that almost looked like pain. “Yeah, Steve is definitely one in a million.” She laughs it off before she takes their empty plates over to the sink to wash them.

Afterwards (Y/N) got a shower, brushed her teeth and put on her regular night clothes consisting of a big t-shirt and a pair of shorts. She awkwardly stood at Bucky’s door, knowing she’s entered this room countless times but for once it was a different reason. She wanted so badly to return to her room, questioning why she said yes to him when he asked to sleep with him. In the end it was only going to hurt her even more in the end when Bucky looked over to her from his bed. “I won’t bite you unless you ask me to.” He grins as she rolls her eyes before stepping into the room. It felt warm in there, it felt right. She shook off that feeling before she finally was at the edge of the bed as she looked to him.

“Which side?” She asked as he patted the pillow by the wall as she crawled onto the bed before laying down. She faced the wall feeling her entire body heat up at the thought of being in his bed, it smelled like him too. She forced back a squeak when she felt the bed shift as his body body was almost pressed against her own. She could feel her own pulse racing in her chest as she clenched the sheet beneath her, trying to calm down her labored breathing. Her lower lip was worrying in between her teeth when she felt him snake his arm around her waist as he pulled her flushed against his body finally.

She was trying to ignore the thing poking against her thigh as she snapped her eyes shut to think of anything else but with his warm breath on her neck she couldn’t focus. “J-James?” She asked softly but he didn’t reply at first. “Yes?” He asked quietly as she felt his hand run up her hip towards her side. “W-What are you doing?” She asked trying not to have a tremble in her voice. “Just for tonight.” He pleaded as her eyes widened before she immediately shot off the bed when he looked up to her. “Why?” She asked unable to hold back the tears as the trailed down her face when she clenched her fists angrily, wanting to swing and deck him a good one.

“Why what?” Bucky asked afraid he had finally crossed the line as he looks at her. The only light in the room was his small lamp that made her look even more torn apart that she already felt. “Do you like toying with people’s emotions? Do you want to fuck me that badly? Because I’m the only girl you know that you haven’t fucked?” She demanded as Bucky’s eyes softened as he sat up on the bed. “What? No! No (Y/N). I don’t want that.” He said shaking his head. “Then why ask just for tonight?” She sobbed covering her mouth as he stood up from the bed when she backed away from him. “Because, I… I didn’t think you wanted me after everything.” He said softly.

“Are you frickin’ kidding me?” She asked angrily. “I’ve been trying to drop hints! Why do you think I moved in with you so quickly! I thought you wanted me, but you started dating every other girl than me! I thought I wasn’t good enough.” She covered her face when he pulled her hands away. “No, you’ve got it all wrong. You were too good for me. You are perfect (Y/N)… I didn’t deserve that. I still don’t.” He sighed when he let out a small chuckle. “I actually got hit by the woman I was with… because I said your name instead of hers.” He said as (Y/N) looked to him before pulling him into a kiss when he cupped the back of her head immediately kissing back.

“Do you love me?” She asked. “Of course I do.” He whispered when her hand snaked into his hair as she tugs on it. “Say it.” She demands. “I love you.” He gasped softly. “Who do you love? Say my name.” She growled. “I love you (Y/N).” He grunted as she pulled him into another kiss. “That’s right, and that you’ve said it. You can’t play around anymore.” She said when he smiles sliding his hands onto her waist. “Why would I play around when I have what I want right in front of me?” He asked before he pulled her legs up to wrap around his hips as her nails dug into his shoulder while she held onto him. “How about we continue where we left off?” He asked grinning.

He led her over to his bed as he laid her down when he noticed her slightly nervous vibes causing him to frown. “(Y/N), if you aren’t comfortable doing anything right now we can wait. I’ve waited this long what’s a little longer.” He shrugged as pain etched onto her facial features. “But that’s what I’m scared of. What if I make you wait too long and you don’t love me anymore?” She asked as his eyes softened “Whoa whoa, stop right there. Okay, I know I haven’t been doing the best at the moment, but I’m not lying when I said I love you. You are the first and only girl I’ve been in love with.” He said cupping her face gently when she looked at him.

“I want to do this with you James… I’m nervous because you’re someone I’ve loved for so long… I so afraid I’ll just disappoint you, or something–” She was cut off by his lips pressing against her own. “Let’s stop thinking okay? No more bad thought. Tonight is about you and me.” He whispered as she nods softly to him. “Alright good. If there is anything you don’t want to do please stop me.” He said as his hand slowly slid up her leg towards her shirt when he looked into her eyes silently asking for permission. She nods smiling with a look that tells him that she trusts him with this as he removed the material flicked it away to not be seen until at least morning.

“You know you have to be quiet. Wouldn’t want the neighbor’s to hear.” He winks as she rolls her eyes. “Like any of the girls you brought in here were ever quiet.” She said before her breath caught in her throat when his warm hands slid up to cup her breasts as he smirks. “Well that’s different. I’m the only one who gets to hear your beautiful noises from now on.” He counters as her face flushes. “Jealous much?” She asked giggling before gasping as his tongue slowly licks up the column of her throat causing a tingle sensation to arise. Her fingers carded through his hair before she tugged at the brown locks gently as he let out a growl vibrating against her skin making her shudder.

“Can you blame me?” He asked quirking an eyebrow as he sat up in between her legs. “You are something truly magnificent.” He grins as she forces herself not to cover her face, because the one she loved was over her. Everything she ever dreamed of happening was right in front of her and it was overwhelming to say the least. If this was a dream she never wants to wake up. She pulled him down into a kiss when she flips them around as his eyes widened. She doesn’t say anything as she kisses down his neck downwards while Bucky watches her when his lower lip was caught between his teeth. It wasn’t that (Y/N) was experienced, but it felt like she forgot everything now being here with Bucky. How could he have that effect on her?

Her hands were trembling, but she pulled off his boxers immediately as she drops them off the bed when she looks at him. Her eyes widened for a moment seeing Bucky entire face a dark shade that covered to the tips of his ears. “James?” She asked softly. “God I didn’t know it’d be this embarrassing in front of you.” He mumbled when she started to laugh softly. He looks to her when she sits up before leaning forward as she kisses him gently. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels this way.” She grins as he grins back when they both start to laugh. She returns back to the task at hand when she reaches down as her fingers wrap around his hardening cock.

He immediately jerks up letting out a strained grunt as she looks at him before leaning down when she presses a kiss to the tip of his flushed cock. Bucky ran his fingers through her hair as he let out a light pant feeling this coil start to form in his stomach. She took him into her mouth as she wraps her fingers around the base as she starts to suck while looking up at him. She bobs her head taking in as much of him as she can considering he was a little thicker than average. “Jesus Doll.” He whispered causing her to moan around his girth. He told her before that he was only going to call that to the woman he was in love with. Her heart swelled in happiness as she swallowed down more of him trying her hardest to take him to the root.

She pulled away panting harshly as her jaw started to ache while a string of saliva connected them before she immediately set back a faster pace. She snapped her eyes shut swallowing down quickly before her gag reflex would kick in as Bucky threw his head back. Letting out a ragged moan as his fingers dug into the base of her scalp causing her to moan at the pained pleasure. “S-Shit.” He stuttered feeling like she was trying to suck his brain out through his dick. He pulled her away as he tried to catch his breath when she looked at him thinking she had done something wrong. “Remind me to let you continue that another time.” He replied as her face grew hot, but she was still smiling. He pulled her into a kiss tasting the precome that assaulted her tongue as he groaned.

He pulled her to where her head laid at the foot of the bed before he turned opening his night stand to retrieve the bottle of lube and a condom. He dropped the condom onto the bed before he slowly removed her shorts noticing she had nothing on under them. He looked at her as she flips him off before he starts to laugh leaning down to kiss her. “Hey easier for me.” He mumbled before he popped open the cap. He drizzled some into his hand as he rubbed it together to make it warm before he trailed his other hand down towards her soaked folds. “You’re so wet.” He smirks running his index finger down her slit causing her to jolt upwards when he just grazed her clit. “F-Fuckin’ tease.” She whimpered out as her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her.

“Only for you.” He chuckles before she gasped softly feeling his index finger that was covered in lube gently circle around her opening. “P-Please.” She whispered, feeling like a fool because she hated begging but right now she wanted nothing more than for him to be inside her. “So impatient.” He comments slipping the tip inside as she pants. “I’ve been patient long enough you ass.” She snipped back as he smirks. “Feisty.” He resorts before slowly pushing his finger all the way inside as he starts to massage her velvety walls making her softly moan. Bucky felt something prickly his skin at the sound that escaped her parted lips as he started to move the finger faster.

“J-James, Another.” She said as she tilted her head back to expose her throat when he leaned down sucking a bruise onto her skin, marking her, claiming her as his and his alone. He slides in another finger as he slowly scissors them apart as her hips buck up to gain more friction. He pins her with his free hand as he curls his fingers when she gasps before moaning loudly. “Found it.” He proclaimed as if he struck gold when he curled his fingers up again before massage it with just enough pressure to make her cry out. Her hands immediately came up and dug for purchase in his shoulders as her entire body started to tremble.

She gasps as he adds a third finger when he starts to move faster causing her to moan before she tries to cover her mouth. He immediately moves his hands from her hips as he pins both of her hands in his own with a small growl. “I want to hear them.” He whispered as his lips ghosted over her own causing her to shiver. “I need you.” She said. “Right now, inside me.” She panted as he groaned before slowly removing his fingers making her whine from the loss of contact. He sat up as he grabbed the forgotten condom when she took it from him before she opened it. She slowly sat up with him as she rolled it down onto him causing to him at the feeling of her hand on him again.

He covers himself with lube thoroughly because no matter how desperately he wants her, he could never hurt her. He laid her back down before grabbing a pillow to place under her hips to make her comfortable when he wiped his hand on the sheets. He slowly intertwined her hand with his left as he position himself with his right when he looked up at her. “You ready?” He asked as she smiles before squeezing his hand. “I’m ready.” She said as he slowly started to push in when her nails dug into the skin of his hand. He was a lot bigger than she ever had, feeling like she was splitting open, but in a good way. “You okay?” He asked panting slightly as his hips were flushed against her own.

“Yeah, just give me a second.” She said softly as he nods. He gritted his teeth, because he never knew that sex could be this intense and he hasn’t even moved yet. “You can move.” She said when he wrapped her arms around his neck. “You better hold on tight.” He said grinning as she rolled her eyes when she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Show me what you got Barnes.” She smirked as he chuckled slowly pulling out causing them both to shudder before he thrusted back into hard. She moaned as he started a slow but hard pace causing the bed to start creaking while she held onto him, trying to bury her face into his neck to quiet her moans.

Bucky panted into her ear as he held her hips while he thrusted faster. Her moans were vibrating against his heated skin causing him to shudder at the feeling. He kissed her passionately as he gasped feeling her nails trail down his back creating red streaks across his skin. Her body was on fire, feeling like she was going to burst as tears of pleasure form in her waterlines. “J-James!” She gasps before moaning loudly as he starts to kiss down to her breasts when he licks her nipple. He kissed back up to her neck creating purple markings in his wake to make sure others knew that she belong to someone. “I-I’m so fucking close.” She moans.

Suddenly his fingers were digging into her hair as her jerks her head back making her moan out. “Who do you belong to?” He demanded in a hoarse voice. “Y-You!” She cried. “Beg me to let you come.” He growled tugging on her hair as she gasped. “Please James! I need to come!” She gritted out feeling that burning sensation in her stomach building up. She knew she was close, she could practically taste it. She just needed that little push over the edge which she got the moment his started to rub fast tight circles around her clit. Her eyes snapped shut only seeing white as her orgasm flooded through her body causing her body to jerk upwards.

Watching her fall apart under him was something he only dreamed of and having her in front of him now with us a blissed out expression was even more breathtaking. He groaned feeling her muscles tighten around him as he thrusted a few more times before he gasped releasing into the condom. He slowly fell against her panting harshly as sweat dripped down his face before he slowly pulled out when he pulled the condom off. He sat up before he threw it away as he turned back to her, watching the rising and falling of her chest. “I’ll be back.” He said getting up before he walked into the bathroom as she laid there for a moment just basking in the aftermath.

He returned as he wiped the sweat off of her body before he put back on her short and one of his shirt considering he had accidently ripped her when he took it off her body. He pulled on his boxers before holding her in his arms with his legs wrapped loosely around his body and arms around his neck as he supported her with a hand under her ass. He changed the sheets before laying her down onto his bed as he laid down beside her, pulling her against him. He sighed softly feeling better than he had in a very long time as he kissed her forehead before pulling the covers over both of them when they both slowly fell asleep for the night.

The morning sun was pouring into the room of the sleeping couple when there was the sound of laughter in the room. (Y/N)’s eyes fluttered open as she looked at Bucky who was still fast asleep causing her to frown. She looked up to the open bedroom door to see Steve and Tony standing there looking at them. “Steve! Tony!” She exclaimed as Bucky immediately sat up, ready to fight whoever. “What are you two doing here?” Bucky asked scrubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Well we came to pick up (Y/N) to see if she wanted to hang out with us, and she wasn’t in her room. We checked everywhere before arrive here.” Tony explained grinning.

“And the surprise we got was the most interesting.” Steve chuckles as (Y/N) blushes. “Congrats you two.” Tony said dragging Steve out of the room as Bucky glances to her. “I’m going to just kill both of them.” She chuckles running a hand down her face to wake herself up as he chuckles. “You won’t (L/N) you’re all talk.” He said as flips him off before standing up when he pulled her back down onto his lap. She gasps looking to him as he lays his face in between her shoulder blades while his arms slowly wrap around her waist holding her there. “So.. (Y/N)?” He asked finally looking at her with a chuckle. “How about I make you some breakfast today?” He offers as she smiles feeling an ache settle in her hips, but it was a good kind of ache. “Sounds good to me.” She chuckles cupping his face before kissing him passionately.

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