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Alone- Part 1

Based on a prompt line; “Don’t leave me behind.”


Warnings; Fighting, Feelings of Worthlessness

Words; 1,249

A/N; Honestly I’m not really sure where I’m going with this. If you want a part 2 though let me know!! Feedback is encouraged! :)

Pairings; Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

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It had been almost 3 years since Bucky became an avenger. And it had been almost 3 years since you developed the biggest crush ever.

He had sauntered into the compound and looked at you with those piercing blue eyes and that was it. Ever since then you’d been inseparable. The bestest friends ever, but that was it, nothing more.

The only other person who knew about your feelings was your best friend Nat. She’d been trying to encourage you to tell Bucky how you felt for years but you couldn’t, you were almost positive that he didn’t see you that way and didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

You always told her “Something is better than nothing.” To which she’d dramatically roll her eyes.

You were looking down at the book you were currently reading but couldn’t focus on the words. All you could hear was the high pitched giggling coming from the kitchen and every note pierced your heart. It was one of the many girls Bucky would bring over when he was ‘lonely’.

He strolled over to you, coffee in hand. “Hey doll, whatcha readin’?” He asked as he sat down next to you and handed you the hot mug.  

You smiled and grabbed the coffee from him. “Thanks Buck. It’s uh-”

He grabbed the book from your lap before you could protest and read aloud. “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

He paused for a second, his cheeks going lightly pink and looked at you. Your eyes met and it seemed like his eyes glossed over before he let out a loud awkward chuckle.

What the hell was that about? You thought.

His eyes were still lingering on you as the blonde girl came up behind him and laid a hand on his shoulder. He jumped slightly and turned to look at her. “Honey we should let her read, come on let’s go back to bed.” She purred. He looked visibly uncomfortable as he stood up and followed her down the hall.

As you stared into your mug urging your eyes not to water and trying to suppress the stabbing feeling in your chest, you missed when Bucky turned back to look at you, a hopeless longing in his eyes.

* * *


A few hours later you were in your workout gear pummeling a punching bag, imagining a certain blonde.

Why couldn’t you be enough, why couldn’t he see you as more. What were you doing wrong.

Why. Why. WHY.


You felt hands touch your waist and turned just as fast sweeping their legs out from under them. There was a thud and an “Ow! (y/n)!”

Steve was laying splayed out on his back looking vengeful.

“Oh Steve! I’m sorry! Instinct.” You shrugged as you helped him up.

“It’s okay it was my fault, shouldn’t have snuck up on ya like that.” He smirked. “So what’s got ya so angry?” He pointed at the still swaying punching bag.

“Honestly I don’t even want to talk about it.” You sighed.

“Wanna practice then? We do have a mission tomorrow.” He smirked again inching towards you.

“Rogers, don’t even try.” You ran at him flipping over his shoulders and he turned slowly, not expecting it.

Just then Bucky walked by the door of the training room, but you were too distracted by Steve to notice.

He sauntered over to you and got right up in your face. Grinning he pushed a strand of hair out of your face. You were always very fond of Steve and had a flirty relationship but never took it any further. With one swift movement he took you down and was straddling your hips  inches away from your face.

Bucky couldn’t watch any longer, a lump growing in his throat as he walked away feeling defeated.

Just as he left you flipped Steve over and put him in a head lock. “I win!” You sang cheerfully.

There was clapping from behind you and you both turned to see Nat walking in. “I want in on this!”


The three of you spent the rest of the afternoon training together until you were all too tired and sweaty.

* * *

The next morning you met in the hanger fully dressed in your gear. This mission wasn’t going to be all of you. It was just a simple mission to retrieve information from a Hydra base.

As you, Bucky, Steve and Nat got into the quinjet you tried to make eye contact with Bucky but he wouldn’t meet your gaze.

“Alright, Nat and I will go in through the front and (y/n) and Bucky will go through the back.” Steve said over the comm. “You two will take out anyone in your way and get to the communications room, there should be computers. Back up the information to a USB and get out of there as fast as you can. Nat and I will check for prisoners and take out anyone else. Everyone understand?”

We all nodded in unison. Thirty minutes later everyone was in position. You and Bucky made your way inside, working together to take out the four guards blocking the door. He still wouldn’t meet your gaze as you crept down the dark hallways. A man came from your left, you didn’t see him in time and there was a direct hit to your side, you crumpled to the ground as you heard Buckys metal arm hit the guy and he went down.

Bucky helped you to your feet, your face only inches apart. “Watch yourself next time.” He said in a flat tone as he turned to walk down the hall.

You reached out and grabbed his hand to pull him back. “What did I do that made you so upset?” You asked quietly.

His cold eyes bored into yours. “Why don’t you ask your boyfriend.”

You stood there shocked. “My-my what?”

He pulled his hand out of your grasp. “This isn’t the time for this.” He said as he turned and walked down the hallway turning into a room a few doors down.

Once you were in the room you told Steve and Nat over the comm that you had begun transferring the information.

When the screen read 94% there was yelling outside of the room you and Bucky were standing in.

He looked over at you and nodded. “Stay here, make sure it’s done.” With that he left the room.

95%

Someone was thrown against the door.

96%

There was a gun shot and a loud yell.

97%

The door crashed in, Bucky and another man rolled into the room.

98%

They both stood, the other man had noticed you. You reached for your gun.

99%

There was a bang. Then a lot of pain, you looked down to see thick red blood coming from your stomach. You fell to the ground.

100%

Bucky walked over to you, glanced down and took out the USB. You could see him saying something over the comm but couldn’t make it out. Your vision was starting to fade in and out.

He started to walk out of the room.

He was leaving? Why is he leaving? You thought urgently. Don’t.

“Don’t leave me behind.” It came out as a whisper but he tensed and you could tell he had heard you. Your eyes locked on his and your vision went black. 


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@hubblegleeflowerAttentions, Experiments, Oddnesses (6k, explicit) The point was, they had carved out a platonic relationship for themselves with infinite care. Sherlock believed that John was largely straight, and John believed that Sherlock didn’t feel things in that way, and around those beliefs they’d built up a friendship that worked. And now John was drifting over to those carefully established boundaries and prodding them gently, and seemed to be asking, “What if we…?” And it felt…amazing.

@hiddenlacunaHaircut (3k, explicit) “Sherlock, you need a haircut,” John says. “You’re beginning to look like Jonathan Creek.”

@silentauroriamthereal (SilentAuror) — At the Heart of it All (20k, explicit) John has been back at Baker Street for four months now and thinks it’s about time they had the Talk to see whether or not they could be more than friends. Sherlock has a lot of uncertainty about this concept for multiple reasons. Unabashed romance.

@may-shepardTree Topper (4k, explicit) Sherlock and John are celebrating Christmas the best way they know how–alone together, with booze. They’ve almost finished decorating their tree, but John is determined to find the best way to top it.  (This one inspired me to remix it in song — Ding Dong Merrily on High.)

@breath4soulThe 12 Truths of Christmas (3k, teen) “It’s a simple construct, John. There is nothing I value more than data. Facts, John.” Sherlock flourishes a long, thin hand, then steeples his fingers together over his lap. He scans John with steel blue eyes. “In place of some appalling or imbecilic gift inflicted upon me in the name of tradition on Christmas day, I propose that you provide me with one previously unknown fact about you for each day leading up to Christmas. 12 in total, John.”

@alexxphoenix42Our Divinest Senses - Another Ending (WIP, explicit)   +This is an alternate ending for an unfinished work.+  After being sectioned, John and Sherlock met for the first time when they were sentenced to six months as the only residents of a secret government facility on one of the uninhabited Shetland Islands. Forced to work together to play a series of elaborate games set up by Mycroft, they gradually became friends, and then lovers. Now, rather than continuing to attempt to escape, they have decided to use this time as an all-expense-paid Sex Holiday.

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@butterflygrl62 (1butterfly_grl1)— Heat Seeking Octopus (249 words, teen) A quiet night.

@imnova (NovaNara) — The Perfect Gift (4k, explicit) John’s birthday looms ever-nearer…and Sherlock needs the perfect gift to declare his feelings with.

@daisyfairy1 — DaisyFairy (2k, gen) Sherlock is babysitting when John comes home early. When John overhears Sherlock telling Rosie a story it will change their relationship forever.

@a-different-equationFrozen in Time - A (Danish) Christmas Love (4k, teen) Once upon a time there were two boys. This is the story how once upon December, they found the missing Christmas Spirit, love and a new beginning.

@ghislainem70The Catherine Wheel (4k, mature) A Johnlock first time. Sherlock has sensory sensitivity. Can Doctor John Watson help?

@missdeliadiliGive You Fever (5k, not rated) In which John discovered how to turn Sherlock on by singing a song. Inspired by the song “Give you Fever” by Adam Lambert

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@consultingsmartarse (consultingsmartass)— Revelio (4k, teen)  Keeping secrets from Sherlock is nearly impossible. Nearly, because John’s got a whopper that Sherlock hasn’t deduced yet.

@hope-austenHearsay (6k, mature) So many words in the English language sound similar. For instance, the words “kick” and “kiss.” In the right circumstances, in the right frame of mind, a person could very well say one and mean the other. Or, a person could easily hear one, when it really was the other. But what happens when it occurs more than once? What happens when it keeps occurring?

@ancientreaderOne Bed That Wasn’t Slept In, and Another That Was (8k, explicit) John doesn’t mind sharing a bed with Sherlock. Sherlock dissents. Things go downhill from there. [I have left the other summaries as the authors wrote them, but I feel the need to add to this one: After going downhill, things go back up. Way, way up.]

@lmirandasThere is Something Clearly Wrong with This (5k, teen) Mycroft Holmes was looking for his troublemaker brother when he found Greg Lestrade working on an assignment for potions class. No matter how hard they both try, together, they can’t seem to find out what is wrong the potion in question, something that is clearly frustrating for our local residing genius. What he didn’t know is that there was nothing wrong with the potion, nothing wrong with the potion at all.

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jadepresley  asked:

DRABBLE REQUEST: DRARRY. Lyrics: trying hard not to fall in the way home, you were trying to wear me down, kissing up on fences and up on walls, on the way home (wild by troye sivan)

Hi — I love you & I hope you like this <3 

On The Way Home

Ship: Drarry
Song: Wild by Troye Sivan
Words: 249
Rating: T
Warnings: None


Potter! I —”

Draco’s incessant opposition finally died on his lips as Potter’s mouth found that spot on his neck — all further complaints settling into moans of pleasure when he began nipping and suckling at the sensitive skin there.

Draco’s body was pressed unceremoniously into the brick wall of a dilapidated alley — somewhere between his flat and the bar. Past the lamp post, apparition point, and Knight Bus stop where Potter had attempted to derail them before.

They’d been playing games since Draco had started at the DMLE, coy little smirks and snide comments. Potter had become much more Slytherin in adulthood, matching Draco in ways he never had in school. 

Just the memories of their office banter sent a thrill into Draco’s bones, and then Potter’s fingertips brushed against the exposed skin on his stomach as he pressed into Draco more fully. His lips were everywhere, and Draco’s skin was set ablaze from his attention.

He’d tried to prevent falling for this new version of Potter — the one that didn’t have the weight of the whole Wizarding World pressed firmly atop his shoulders. But it would just be so easy… 

“Come upstairs,” Draco gasped against Potter’s plump lips as they fit against his own mouth in a desperate kiss. 

His stomach clenched — he knew it would be harder to resist his true feelings once he’d bedded The Chosen One — but Draco felt a smile blossoming against his lips. And he felt himself

falling.


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Archer & need

This was requested by an anon! I hope you all enjoy!!

Word Count: 249

Warnings: ngl Archer

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Archer pulled you into his quarters, making sure the door closed before pinning you against the wall.  He pressed a hungry and impatient kiss to your lips.  The captain’s hands roamed your body, starting at your shoulders and stopping at your waist.

“Jon,” you whispered, breaking the kiss.  “Are you okay?”  He had just gotten back from an away mission.  You weren’t sure what happened,but something must have brought this on.

The captain cupped your face in his hands, his lips hovering only centimeters over yours.  “I need you [Y/N],” Archer breathed.  “I want you.”

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anonymous asked:

Kingsman drabble where Harry does lose his eye and Merlin makes him a new bionic eye and Eggsy immediately is like "So can you tell me what underwear I'm wearing?"

249 words - Ahaha, I love how this one turned out. Thank you for the prompt! (warning for boys in panties, if that is an issue for you)


Merlin and Eggsy are waiting for him when he steps out of the medical suite. The final adjustments have been made to his new eye, and he’s been given the all clear to stop wearing the eyepatch. For the first time since Kentucky, Harry feels like himself again.

Merlin approaches first and rests his hand on Harry’s elbow. His eyes glimmer with happiness, and Harry knows he’s in for a very thorough snogging once they are back in the privacy of Harry’s office. Eggsy grins enthusiastically from the other side of the hall. “Looking good, Haz. So, can you tell me what underwear I’m wearing?”

With only a moment to scan his eyes across Eggsy’s body, Harry lets a smirk play across his lips. “You have on the lovely burgundy panties with the cream lace detailing. I’ll very much enjoy taking those off you at home this evening.”

Eggsy face twists up, first in confusion, then in embarrassment. He flushes down the back of his neck and tugs at the hem of his suit coat. “Well, uh..I guess you’re all set. I’d best get back to…Roxy’s office. Yeah, she needed to chat. See you at home, Harry. Congrats.”

As Eggsy strides quickly away, Merlin turns to Harry with his eyebrows quirked. “You spent the night here in medical, I watched the feeds this morning. And I didn’t give you x-ray vision, Harry.”

Harry winks and the starts towards his office, leaving Merlin frantically typing on his clipboard.

anonymous asked:

☾+ yoongi

11. ☾ demon!au for Suga.

Slight Fluff, Slight Angst. Drabble Game. 249 words.

❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁

So, apparently, you caught yourself a demon, and now, he follows you around everywhere. And currently, he is convincing you to let him accompany you on your date.

“Come on, it’s not like he can see me,” Yoongi calls out, sprawled out comfortably on your bed as you are holed up in the bathroom, which is quite possibly the only off-limits place that Yoongi respects and does not follow you in, unless he wants an eyeful of hairspray or shampoo.

“You’re just going to judge him on his soul and tell him he’s going to hell,” you shout back, applying mascara to your eyelashes.

“Am not!”

“Are, too! You did that on the last three dates, and they kept getting spooked because someone kept whispering the contents of their soul and their secrets into their ear the entire time!”

“Well, you just have bad taste in men!”

“You kept telling the third guy that flushing his dead goldfish down the toilet when he was five is a mortal sin and that he will pay for it in hell!”

Yoongi quiets down at that, grumbling to himself and flicks through a magazine boredly until the bathroom doors swings open. You tentatively step out, dolled up in a simple, blue shimmery dress and kitten heels, inquiring worriedly. “Do I look okay?”

Yoongi looks up and sucks in his breath harshly. “You look.. beautiful.”

Just like those past three times.

And just like those past three times, your date is not him.

anonymous asked:

Do you know any tominho fics? Where they are in the first book?

For a second I thought you were for recs and asking me to point out all the Thominho moments in the book and I cracked my knuckles and was like “Let’s get down to business….”  to pull out my fave quotes, and then I realized you were asking for a specific type of fic. Hehe.

Here are a few set during canon, the first book:

  • untitled by queergladers (T, 607 words) He doesn’t know how he ended up here, but somehow it happened, his back pressed against and getting bruised because of the roughs walls of the maze, the chemical taste of the air replaced by Minho’s mouth and that feeling of wrong for a moment forgotten as there are warm hands on his hips.
  • Awkward by articnewt (T, 832 words) Thomas is very awkward once he’s sorted his feelings for Minho out- and he’s not the only one who knows it.
  • Tell Me Again by Snarling_Stilinski (M, 2k) Just a short Thominho piece that takes place back in the Maze when Thomas was paired to run with Minho.
  • untitled by bleep0bleep (T, 249 words) “Meet me in the woods in half an hour,” Minho says, and Thomas nods. He waits, nerves making the sweat stick to the back of his shirt while he leans against the tree. In the distance he can hear the other Gladers at work, chattering away, but it’s silent where he is, birds chirping, leaves rustling.

This rain reminds me of when you asked me to stay that night, and darling, there was nothing I wanted more in the world but to lie with you in your field of cotton pillows and fall asleep on your chest the way I used to take naps on my bear. You eyes were begging and your voice pleaded for me not to go and I knew at that moment, you had me. You held me with both hands and I swore that nothing better would ever come after you. We got it right. I knew that if everything in my life was questioned, I would have no doubt that we were somehow supposed to end up speeding down the same highway.

249 words (12516 total) on a story that continues to be in search of a title.

Not a lot of words, but it’s Saturday, and I probably spent three times this many words trying to force something into the narrative that wasn’t working (again) before I relented and let the story tell me what it needed.

Klaine: The PR Nightmare

Inspired by this post. Pretty self explanatory, really. Boyband!Klaine, except not boyband because Pamela Lansbury. Sorry!!!

Tagging the OP and then Chatterboxrose because her post is the one I saw on my dash. Not beta’d so be kind; it’s late and I’m tired!

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PamelaKlainesbury posted: {attached media} omfg guYS!!! I WENT TO THE P.L. MEET AND GREET AND I SWEAR TO GOD, KLAINE IS A THING THAT IS HAPPENING! I had my phone hidden in my shirt pocket, so it doesn’t capture much video, but all the audio is there. OBSERVE THE EVIDENCE AND RETURN THOUGHTS. (Permalink/like/320,432 notes)

  • Pamelaanderberry replied to your post: //pfft// yeah, like that’s real. Guys, that’s not even fucking Kurt’s voice! Totally a fake. Calling it right now.
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