Triggers - Gally X Reader

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hungry eyes | b.b

part one

pairing : dadsbestfriend!bucky x reader, neighbour!bucky

word count : 1k

summary : your dads best friend bucky is your neighbour and your bedroom faces his

warnings : 18+, undefined but significant age gap (reader is of drinking age), masturbation (fem & m implied), exhibitionism(?)

a/n : only a teensy bit of smut in this part, part two will be more smutty hehe

Being home for the summer meant one thing: Friday night dinners with your dad’s best friend, Bucky, who also happened to be your very hot next-door neighbour.

Since you moved out for college, your dad converted your old bedroom into his office, meaning you slept in the guest room whenever you came to visit. The only problem with this was that the guest room faced Bucky’s bedroom. This made for some pretty awkward encounters over your summer stays.

On more than one occasion, you’d opened your curtains in the morning to Bucky wandering about his room, shirtless with loose sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Or his lower body wrapped in a towel, hair damp and skin wet. Your eyes couldn’t help but wander across his sculpted body, appreciating his bulging biceps and chiselled abs.

Also more than once, he’d catch your eye, and you had to swiftly avert your eyes and pray he didn’t realise you were staring at his half-naked body, a total invasion of privacy.

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My theory for Steve’s time travel in Endgame

So I’m pretty sure almost everyone that watched Avengers Endgame had a problem with Steve’s time travel back to his life with Peggy and then his appearance as an old man sitting on the bench. 

Here is my theory on how it worked: 

For anyone who has watched the movie Sliding Doors, this will make sense. For anyone who has not, let me try and explain. 

So in the movie Sliding Doors, this woman misses a train and then an alternate timeline gets created where she didn’t miss the train. You then proceed to watch these two timelines play out together and at the end, one timeline “ends” (in a way I won’t explain for spoiler reasons) and the two timelines merge into one. (Hopefully this will all make more sense as I continue)

So when Steve travels back in time (Ignoring the issue that Steve wouldn’t leave Bucky) he created a different timeline where he didn’t get frozen and he stayed and grew old with Peggy. And there were essentially two Steve’s at the same time, just in different timelines. So while one Steve was getting frozen, then found again and then becoming a part of the Avengers in the films we know and love, the other Steve was growing old with Peggy. 

Then when Steve went back in time in Endgame the two realities would merge so Steve would turn up on the bench old. And because of time travel shit in the movies even before Endgame, there would’ve been an alternate timeline where Steve was growing old with Peggy. And because of the super serum Steve would’ve been able to live to the age of over one hundred. 

And similarly, when everyone went back in time to get the Infinity Stones, when they did go back in time they created alternate time lines, BUT when they went forward in time to get back to their present, the alternate timelines got “destroyed” or just ‘sped up’ to merge with their current timeline. 

So Steve still would’ve gone through the movies just the same and Steve wouldn’t have been related to Sharon in the ‘original’ time line, aka the time line we were shown by Marvel (which was a big problem of mine). 

I hope this makes sense and if you’re still confused about the alternate timelines go watch Sliding Doors and hopefully it will make more sense. 

If you have any questions feel free to comment down below or if you find any holes in my theory (but keep in mind it took me 45 minutes with my mums help to come up with this and give me peace, so maybe don’t overthink it)

Detention

Marauders. Wolfstar mainly. 

Warnings: smoking, fighting 

Pure fluff

A/N I have been seriously lacking for ideas for these one shots so please please if you have ideas let me know cause I would love to write them. I'm trying to post some one shots  for many different fandoms such as Marauders, Harry Potter, Marvel, Six of Crows and Merlin so if you have ideas or requests for any one shots with characters in those fandoms I would be happy to write them! And I am happy to write x Reader as well! :)

"I hate you all," Remus grumbled, buried in one of his jumpers, leaning back in his uncomfortable and far too small chair.

"How were we supposed to know Professor Binns was going to be just around the corner!" Sirius defended, just as grouchy as the Lycanthrope.

"Come on guys, don't fight," Peter budged in, still half asleep.

"Yeah, none of us are happy to be here and arguing isn't going to help," James agreed.

The four teenage boys had been dragged out of bed and into an empty, old, small classroom for a Saturday Detention.

"Surely you should be more upset Prongs, you're missing the Quidditch game," Remus pointed out.

James groaned in response. "I know, this sucks,"

Sirius grumbled something to himself and turned away from them all.

"Something to say, Padfoot?" Remus asked condescendingly.

"Shut up, Remus, this was your idea as well it's not all my fault that we're stuck in here!"

"You're the one who didn't check the map when he was supposed to!" Remus stood up, the lack of sleep and the upcoming full moon doing nothing to keep in his temper. "If you had done your job none of us would be in here!"

"If you had used your stupid werewolf senses for any good you could have heard Professor Binns!"

"Alright!" James bellowed louder than the two. "That's enough! You're frightening poor Pete," indeed Peter was in the corner with his hands over his ears. "Now if you can't talk to each other with any compassion then be quiet and talk after you've both calmed down,"

James left no room for negotiation so Remus and Sirius turned away from each other, Remus reading and Sirius quietly muttering to himself.

The hours dragged by and the boys all cursed Professor Binns for making them stay in detention for three hours. At the end Peter was braiding Sirius' hair for practise, James was lying upside-down on his desk and Remus was still reading, curling himself up and ignoring all of them.

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When the third hour struck on the clock all the boys silently got up and walked out. James went to find the Quidditch team and ask them about the game, Sirius couldn't care less and went to the courtyard to smoke, Peter went after James and Remus went back to his dorm, curling up in his bed and reading again.

"James Potter where the hell were you?!" Marlene bellowed, upset with the Seeker.

"Detention," James replied sheepishly, not wanting to make her any madder. "How'd the game go?"

"Barter is not a good fill in Seeker, we lost by a long run," Marlene hit him up the head and kept walking with him, ruffling Peter's hair.

"Why'd you get a detention this time?"

"Got caught in a prank by Professor Binns," Peter sighed, all students knowing how strict Binns was. "Detention was horrible, three hours of Sirius and Remus sending each other harsh glares and arguing,"

Marlene gave him her sympathies, asking where both young lovers were now.

"Sirius is probably somewhere smoking, Remus is probably reading in the dorm or library,"

"Probably the dorm," James added. "He thinks the library is too crowded on weekends,"

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Sirius stepped on his finished cigarette, extinguishing the sparks. He sighed, running his hands over his face, feeling bad for the argument with Remus.

Remus heard the door open but didn't bother to look up to see who it is, assuming it was Peter.

He felt his bed sink down and started to turn his head. Before he saw who was on his bed, he felt two arms wrapping around him and soft kisses being pressed into his shoulder blades. He turned around and wrapped his arms around Sirius in turn.

"'M sorry, know the full moons making you antsy, should've been nicer," Sirius mumbled into his chest, pulling himself as close to Sirius as possible.

"It's okay, I shouldn't have snapped," Remus kissed Sirius' head.

They silently lazed there in each others arms, Sirius pressing kisses to Remus' chest and Remus kissing Sirius' head.

"What book are you reading?" Sirius asked quietly.

So Remus started off about his new book, talking about the characters and plot with deep thought and analysation. Sirius listened to every word, paying extra attention so he could discuss the book with him on another day closer to the full moon to distract him from the pain.

Remus slowly fell asleep, words about his new book turning into quiet mumbles.

Sirius smiled softly at his sleeping form, brushing his hair away from his face - which needed a cut - and kissing his cheek, laying there in his sleeping arms.

And when Peter and James walked in to check on Remus, they both knew to silently walk out and leave the two to their lazy afternoon, wrapped in each other.

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Peter Pan x Reader x Felix

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Prompt: idk if you need a specific request but can you do felix x reader x pan

Note: Usually I do need a specific request, but for some reason an idea popped into my head, so here we go.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 682

Unlike most of the people that had wound up on Neverland, your trip there had been no accident. You were born into a human family, but you were not human. You had been born with some incredibly strong magic, that your parents not only resented, but also exploited at every chance they got.

And so, when it wasn’t Pan’s shadow that showed up in your window, but instead the Lost Boy himself, you knew you had to be something special.

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Hi,can I request an azriel fic where he bumbs into someone in velaris and the bond snaps for him but he loses her in the crowd and he spends days trying to find her? And when he does he gets all shy and nervous?

This is my first ever request so beware, but I loved writing this. The ending isn’t the best, but please let me know what you think and I’d love to write for you again. Enjoy!

「Azriel x reader」

「Azriel meets his mate but loses them in the crowd」

Azriel wandered into the weapons shop he frequented when in need of a new dagger or other weapons. He wanted a new sheath for truth teller, a leather one to be exact. He headed around to the back of the store where he knew the sheaths he desired would be waiting. He browsed through the various choices on the wall and shelves.

He had settled on 4 and he was trying to choose when a voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“The black one on the left fits most comfortably on the upper thigh area. It’s also made of a stronger leather material than the others- it’s my personal favorite.”

He turned his head in the direction of the voice and was met with e/c eyes. He looked the person over, and as he did he felt as if his world had shifted into place, like everything in his life suddenly made sense. His mate, he realized.

He stood, eyes wide, seemingly dumbfounded for a moment, only being brought back by the feeling of a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey you alright? I know I don’t look like someone who knows a lot about knives and daggers but I didn’t think it was that shocking.” They let out a small laugh as Azriel gathered himself and tried to come up with an excuse.

“I’m alright, just got a bit distracted.” He gave no more of an answer than that but thankfully the mystery person accepted the response.

“Azriel,” he said, “I don’t believe I’ve seen you here before.”

“I know what I want and don’t normally browse like I am today- the clerk always has my things ready for pick up. And it’s Y/n by the way.” Y/n, Azriel repeated it to himself. A fitting name.

They talked for a while about the various types of leather and sheaths they both prefer. Azriel watched as a smile showed brightly on y/n’s face as they spoke. He noticed their eyes, that piercing e/c, he could get lost in them forever. He could see a spark of something in them as they spoke. Passion- Azriel realized, passion for the weapons and daggers.  

He watched as their gaze traveled to the clock on the wall. Their smile fell and they let out a sigh, turning back towards him.

“Well  it looks like I gotta run- gotta meet a friend for lunch. It was great meeting you Azriel, maybe I’ll see you around sometime.” They offered him a smile as they headed for the door.

“Wai-” he couldn’t finish the sentence before they were already out the door.

He set down the items in his hands and headed out after them. He walked out and into the street, but couldn’t find them in the large crowd. He let out a long sigh as he headed back in to purchase the items from before.

Tomorrow, he thought, he’d search for them tomorrow.

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Over the next few days Azriel went out to the bustling city everyday, sending out his shadows and visiting various shops in hopes of running into y/n again. All Azriel could see was their face, and that smile. That damn smile- the smile they wore while the two of them talked about various weapons they loved.

He wanted nothing more than to see them again.

Azriel was starting to give up, feeling as if he wouldn’t be able to find them again. He walked down the street and wandered into a small bakery, maybe a snack would help him to relax a little and think.

Just as Azriel went to sit at one of the tables, his ears perked up at the sound of a voice- the voice of his mate.

His head whipped around as he saw them. Talking and laughing with the shop’s owner. His world seemed as if it was in slow motion as he watched them. He got so lost in the sound of their laugh and the smile on their face he forgot he was even looking for them in the first place.

He was brought back by a wave of jealousy. That was his mate, they should be smiling and laughing with him, not some baker.

Before he realized what he was doing, he was out of his chair, feet moving on their own, headed towards his mate.

“Excuse me, I was wondering if I could borrow y/n for a moment?” The power in his voice didn’t go unnoticed as the baker quickly apologized and headed to the back.

“Well if it isn’t the shadowsinger,” they looked toward him. “Back for some more of my expert advice.”

As soon as their eyes met he froze. He hadn’t thought of what to say and this was his mate- he couldn’t mess up.

“You were right about the sheath... it is very comfortable on the thigh region” His voice was uncharacteristically quiet and he silently cursed himself for the stutter in his words.

“Well I did say I know what I’m talking about, but based on the way you stormed up here, I’d say this is about more than just a sheath.” They wore a smirk on their face that made Azriel turn away in embarrassment.

“The other day... in the shop, I felt the bond- the mate bond I mean.” Azriel tried to look up and meet their eyes, but they had that smile on their face and he felt heat rise to his cheeks.

“Oh I know, I was just wondering when you would do something about it.” The smirk grew on y/n’s face at the sight of Azriel blushing even deeper now. It seemed so unlike the scary, monstrous shadowsinger they had heard about before.

Azriel finally looked up and met their eyes, those gorgeous eyes. “I was wondering if maybe,” he took a pause trying to find his words, “you would want to go on a date with me? Maybe go to dinner?”

He looked up at them with hopeful eyes and y/n smiled at him. He looked so adorable- they could get used to this shy side of his.

“Well I would be honored to go on a date with you, mate.”

Azriel smiled brightly at that- his mate, his and his only.

“I’ll pick you up tonight?”

“I’ll be waiting.” He looked at them and didn't know what else to say. Curse this nervous side of his.

Y/n offered him a small smile as they gathered the baked goods they purchased earlier. Neither of them knew what to say. “Well I should get going. I’ll see you tonight Azriel.”

“Az... please... call me Az.” Their smile grew even wider.

“Goodbye Az, see you soon”

As Azriel watched them walk out of the bakery he knew his life was complete, and that this- y/n, the bond- was worth the 500 year wait.

Sweet As Sugar

summary \ reader gets stood up for dinner by her father and dadsbestfriend!bucky is there to make sure she’s okay

word count \ 2.2k

warnings \ 18+ minors do not interact, smut, fingering, praise kink, age gap relationship (undefined, approx 20 year age gap), unhealthy father-daughter relationship (could be seen as toxic)

disclaimer \ this whole fic is based on a bad relationship between a father and daughter (reader)

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Dating Felix from Once Upon a Time would Include....

The first time you traced the scar on his face he got really choked up

After all his years on Neverland, he wasn't used to positive physical contact, and your touch was so soft that he thought he might explode from an emotional overload

Likes to hold your hand when you're walking

Lunch and dinner dates at Granny's!!!

Holding hands over the table

Sharing fries and milkshakes

He only dances when you're alone

So Granny let's you stay past closing so you can use the jukebox

He's the big spoon most nights

But he also likes to be held by you

It makes him feel safe

His sketchbook is filled with drawings of you

You're his favorite subject

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Accents

The maze runner: Newt x Reader

Warnings: None

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You woke up in a cage that was moving upwards and you were surrounded by boxes. When you tried to think of how you got here you got nothing. Trying to think harder and still nothing. The fear of nothingness growing inside of you. You felt your breath quicken and your chest felt thight. Your throat felt sore as you tried to scream. But no sound came as it hurt very bad. The last thing you knew before you passed out was that the cage stopped and a bright green light.

When you woke up you heard people wispering. "It's a girl" "what the shuck?"

You opened you eyes, the light of the sun blinding you so you squeezed your eyes and looked up. You saw a cirkle of boys standing above you. Not one girl. It scared you. You crawled back until you felt the metal of the cage on your back and hid behind a box.

You felt the cage shake as two boys jumped down. You tried to see who it was. It was a boy with dirty blond hair and deep brown eyes where you could drown in. He slowly walked up to you, he pulled the box away and gave it to the boy behind him. You tried to move back further but you couldn't. You looked up at the boys who were still looking down at you. You started to panick and your chest felt thight again. The blond looked at you and up to the boys. Then he said to the boys "back to everyone or I'll tell Alby you're freeloading"

The boys groand as they walked away.

He crouched down beside you and said "hey, I'm not going to hurt you. Okay? I'm here to help" he gave you a warm smile. You couldn't help but smile at the blond. "Do you know your name?" He asked. You thought for a moment but you came up with nothing. " i-i- don-n-n-t" it hurt like hell when you tried to talk. You grabbed your throat, it felt like it was on fire. "Does your throat hurt?" He asked. Thank god he knew what you meant. You nodded and he said "Lets get you out of this cage and give you some water. Maybe that will help" you nodded and he gave you his hand as you stood up. You looked around as you came out of the cage. The place you where in was surrounded by huge walls. What the hell was this place. The blond boy who helped you up stood beside you and said "welcome to the glade" you looked at him with a questionable look. He looked at you and chuckled. He gave you a quick tour and then he walked you to something that was called to homestead. "I am Newt by the way"

Newt... it suited him. He gave you a glass of water and you drank it immediately. He chuckeled at you. "Better?" He asked.

Then it came to you, like a vage memory, your name. "Y-Y-Y/N-N" you tried to say. "Y/N?" He asked. "Is that your name?" You nodded.

"Talk when you're ready for it. Don't want to hurt yourself" he said. You nodded again.

"Y/N" he said again "What a beautiful name"

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks and smiled.

~TIME SKIP TO BONFIRE-

You sat looking at the fire in the middle of the circle full of boys. You came to learn more about the glade as Minho talked to you. You still didn't talk because of your throat. He told you that Newt was second-in-command and that Alby was the leader. He also told you more about how things worked around here and that everybody had a job to do. Minho was the keeper of the runners and sure liked to brag about himself.

Then Newt came to sit next to you. "Hi there" he said. You smiled at him as a sort hello.

He gave you a jar with a weird concoction in it. You looked at the jar and back at Newt with a disgusted face. "Drink up" he said. "It’s not as bad as it lookes" Minho said smirking. You looked at both boys and back at the jar. Then you took a sip. You spitted it out immediately and said "BLOODY HELL! Not as bad as it looks?!"

Everyone was silent. You looked up and saw everyone looking at you and then at Newt. "Now you are not the only one with the weird accent Newt!" Minho spurted out laughing. You were bright red and looked at Newt who was also blushing and he gave you an awkward smile. You smiled back and gave him a nudge. Then everyone started lauging.

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you liked it. Let me know what you think!

If you have any requests, i am happy to take them. Only for the maze runner though.

Tired

azriel (acotar) x reader

warnings: mentions of blood, depression

word count: 1809

Sunlight filtered through the curtains of your room and the sound of birds humming filled the room. Groggily, you opened your eyes, surveying the scene. The left side of your bed was cold and empty. Azriel must have had to head up to Windhaven earlier this morning.

Glancing to the window, you saw it was half way open. Azriel’s small gestures never failed to make you smile. He knew you loved the smell of the breeze and the fresh air. It was refreshing. A moment of peace.But recently, it got harder and harder to smile. You put on a front to alleviate suspicion. The last thing you wanted was the inner circle being worried about your problems while they were dealing with other threats.

Swinging your legs over the bed, you felt the cool breeze against them. You made your way to the bathroom, getting ready for the day. You splashed cold water onto your face to try and wake yourself up. You looked in the mirror and saw a stranger staring back. Your disgust and hatred surfaced as your grip tightened on the edge of the bathroom counter. Why were you feeling this way? You wished you could go back to normal, to the happy carefree person you were months ago. That person was nowhere to be seen and you were stuck like this, stuck in your head and your thoughts.

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