Summary: A story in which Bucky Barnes
is very smitten, there’s a baseball game between the New York Mets and the
Chicago Cubs, and Cracker Jacks are consumed.
thought you’d break my heart” Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: None. A bit of language maybe, but this is all just sappy
A/N: This is my submission for @just-some-drabbles Rom-Com writing challenge, thanks for letting me join last minute and congratulations on reaching 4k! This story came about because I really love baseball, I
really love the Chicago Cubs, and I really love Bucky Barnes, so all in all, it
felt like a win-win.
“how do you know if a woman is
interested” “when do you know if a woman
wants to kiss you” “how to tell a woman you love
her without saying it” “why do I suck at talking to
her” “oh my god why can’t I just ask
Harry was completely against the party. Not just because of the promise of humiliating drinking games, but the drinking itself too andthe whole having to get out of bed thing. Especially the whole having to get out of bed thing. He’d managed to avoid the last six weeks of eighth year gatherings by hiding in his wonderfully warm sheets with the invisibility cloak on top. But now Ron had finally caught on and he wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“I know why you’re hiding, mate.”
“I’m not hiding.”
Ron pulled back the invisibility cloak. “Then what’s this for?” Harry tried to grab the cloak back but Ron held it out of reach. “You can’t keep avoiding him.”
“I’m not avoiding h– anyone. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Then get dressed.”
Sneaking out of the dormitory at midnight felt silly. It was so late, they should’ve been sneaking back in. But that’s how the gatherings were always scheduled. In the dead of morning when even Filch wasn’t roaming about.
Hufflepuff’s eighth year common room was the most logical choice for the location, partially because the teachers would never suspect it, but mostly because it was closest to the kitchens. Ernie Macmillan had discovered early on in the year that the kitchen housed firewhisky for the teachers with only a simple anti-student spell protecting them. A lucky loophole meant the spell didn’t take into account students returning for an eighth year and so they all had access to a cache of unlimited firewhisky.
When Harry and Ron entered the common room, a loud cheer rang out around the group. Harry hoped it wasn’t to do with him. He spotted Malfoy immediately, perched on a stool by the fire, smiling along with everyone else but not making any noise, like a kid lip syncing in a choir. He wore black robes with long tight sleeves that appeared to dig into his wrists. Unlike most of the other students in the room, half of whom were dressed in their pajamas, Malfoy looked completely in his element, as if he were nocturnal. Too late, Harry realised he’d been staring. He looked away.
“He looks good,” Ron whispered in Harry’s ear.
Harry felt his cheeks heat up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
For @yoiweddingweek –today’s the last day! I combined prompts for days 4&5. I’m sad I didn’t have time to do all the days, but I’m glad I got to do some, at least! Next up: finishing my art for the YOI Shitbang!
Person B stabbed by a magical poisonous dagger that can only be removed by someone who truly loves them. No one knows this fact as B writhes in excruciating pain, but right before Person B takes their last gasp of air, Person A yanks out the blade with ease.
• I’m the biggest flirt in high school, I can get anyone with a few well placed words. And then you walked in and I became a stuttering mess and I can’t control myself anymore. I can’t even flirt with other people. What did you do you wizard-
• I come from a poorer off family compared to this rich kid neighborhood, but I was smart enough to get into this lovely high school since my GPA is just..wow
Anyway, I met you, and I insist on buying you all the things. And you don’t know that you have more money than I will ever in this lifetime but shhhhh-
• You’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen, and I’m in the yearbook. I insist on taking pictures of you on any occasion because you’re just really great and the pictures are the best I’ve ever taken. Please come with me to the park, because you /and/ flowers is a match made in heaven-
• I hack into the announcements system every Friday to softly play music that people have suggested to me during class. And everyone just listens while they work and dances around and has a good time. And I’ve just been caught by you, wanna chill and pick a song..?
• I volenteer at the nurses office after school, and you’re the idiot who joined the Adventure Challege Club, where it’s lots of physical activities, and you don’t fucking listnen to your intructer, at all-
We see each other a lot
• “Why are you hiding in the bathroom?”
“Why are you /reading/ in the bathroom?”
Wish I could say that was the last time this happened to us-
• So you’re the kid who runs the announcements, and I’ve been dared to kiss your cheek on valentines day, since you’re my crush and all
And I didn’t expect you to just fucking stop in the middle of your little speach and say ‘I love you-’ to the whole school just now-
I’m kinda dying here-
A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO
The motel door opens quietly and you hear Dean shuffle in, his footsteps easy to recognize. You don’t move, body too exhausted to even roll over in bed and say hi.
Sam has to know that Dean comes to your room every night now. Actually, Dean just goes straight in with you now more often than not, leaving Sam to himself. You’ve never discussed it, but you suspect that Sam’s silence on the matter of you and Dean is his thank you for finally having some privacy on a regular basis.
Either way, you aren’t remotely surprised that Dean is here. You listen to boots being kicked off, a gun being placed on the night stand, and clothes being shuffled off. He’s down to his boxers when he slides beneath the covers.
Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors
and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find
Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about
dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 3,855
language, fluff, angst, confrontation, drinking, cheesy romance, kissing, implied sexytimes, somewhat nsfw but not really, a potentially wasted beautiful meal
A/N: This is my last submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. I did it! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?”
surprisingly does not exist yet (considering this fandom’s thirst for angst lol) but here are some things to consider:
Yuuri being reaped from the district where it’s basically a death sentence. (Alternatively; he volunteers in place of Yuuko, determined to have his future godchildren grow up with both their parents).
Despite his abysmal chances of survival and low self-esteem, Yuuri pushes himself to learn as much as he can. He needs to return home.
Victor being from one of the Career districts. He’s been handpicked from the academy and is gifted in combat, even though it’s not something he enjoys. The idea of killing other kids and teenagers leaves him uneasy. He’s never known warmth or affection.
Though Yuuri is unassuming, he is kind, smart and driven. Victor notices him as someone to look out for. On the flip side, Yuuri is starstruck by Victor, who is talented and eye-catching in all universes. They have an uneasy unspoken truce, having short conversations interwoven through training.
Yuuri tries out an alliance with Phichit & Co, but is quickly separated from them. Victor is the type to strike out on his own. Both boys are hunted by the Career pack; Victor for being a high-profile threat and Yuuri for inadvertently causing the death of two careers. Since they are both alone, they band together.
Despite everything, Yuuri feels very safe around Victor. Being around Victor makes him believe in himself. He tells Victor about his family, his likes and his hobbies. He wants to win but acknowledges that his odds of making it to the end are low, so he wants to try and help Victor while he can.
They grow closer and more desperate as they scramble to survive, taking turns being reckless and protecting each other. They become very dependent on each other, but can’t bring themselves to care, because it’s one of the only things keeping them sane.
Victor has never met anyone like Yuuri, who laughs without malice, who never lets go, who is the only one who’s ever cared about Victor the person. He feels like Yuuri is the only person he can spill himself into, who never makes him feel like he’s not enough. He knows that eventually either he has to die, or he has to kill Yuuri. But he knows in his heart he’s already made his choice.
They find Phichit’s body. Yuuri has an anxiety attack and is inconsolable for hours. Victor holds him in his arms as he sleeps, and wonders how Yuuri would take his death when the time comes to it.
They kiss. It’s simultaneously the best and worst moment of Victor’s life.
When there are three tributes left, Victor insists on finding the last tribute before they run out of strength and supplies. Neither say anything about what they will do if they succeed in killing her, despite the fact that it’s the heaviest thing on their mind.