#I could easily turn this into a fic...

[lisannastraussisanangel]

Hopefully this isn't too much..May I have angsty headcanons of when Juvia had nightmares about Gray-Sama dying in front of her. (And how would Gray help her deal with those nightmares).

https://youtube.com/shorts/hgl3Ll3tCaM?feature=share3 (I'm kinda referring to that)

I love me some good angst! Also Juvia is my all time favorite character so this will be fun!

Juvia cannot get the image of Gray dying out of her head

It's in her dreams almost every night after it happens. Juvia doesn't remember it actually happening but it's a vivid memory in her dreams

It gets to the point where she can't even look at him without getting flashbacks to the hole in his head

Juvia suffers in silence. She never tells anyone about her nightmares

But when her and Gray move in together after Fairy Tail disbands. She can't hide it anymore

Juvia screams Gray's name in her sleep as she watches him die over and over again

The first night it happens, Gray comes bursting in her room ready to attack whoever was there

All he finds is Juvia tossing and turning in bed whimpering his name now. In her mind, she's holding his corpse

Gray shakes her awake and Juvia nearly screams again. All she can see when she looks at him is the bloodied dead version

Not knowing what to do. Gray crawls into the bed with her and pulls her against his chest

Juvia doesn't speak, she just cries into his chest. The sound of his heart beat reassuring her

It becomes a routine for them. Gray will join her in the bed and Juvia will lay on his chest. Only able to properly sleep when she can hear his heart beating

They never talk about it. Gray too embarrassed by his softness and Juvia too worried that speaking about it will cause him to leave

Eventually, Gray gives up on sleeping in his bed and simply starts his night in hers

Juvia never jokes about it. Knowing if she makes a big deal, he will stop holding her

When Gray disappears, Juvia's nightmares get worse than ever

Her dreams are filled with horrible things that could've happen to him

Sometimes she worries that she made up Gray surviving and that he had been a hallucination the entire time

It gets so bad that she stops sleeping all together. That's when the others find her. It had been three days since she last slept

[intothedysphoria]

If harringrove had pets what do you think they would have?

Billy seemed to hold an affinity for particularly scruffy animals but the last thing Steve expected was for Billy to drag in a barn owl. Especially at quarter past two in the morning.

Steve’s first major question was why Billy was even up. There had been a rough couple of months where Billy was up at all hours of the night but it had seemed to calm down.

Evidently, that was until an animal was in distress.

The downsides of having a fiancé who was a vet.

Steve tried to deny it was happening until 5:55 when he was officially all out of sleep and just about ready to explode.

The sight waiting for him downstairs softened him just a little bit.

Billy was feeding the owl water, stroking its feathers and generally talking to it as if it was a real person. It was quite sweet and Steve found himself not minding his terrible night quite as much.

“We’re keeping her.”

Steve retracted anything he’d thought about it being sweet. He was ready to commit murder.

The owl was named Mary and that was that. So Steve, accepting defeat, attempted to bond with her.

Surprisingly, they got on quite well. Mary seemed to enjoy The Traitors and listening to new wave in the kitchen during the times she was actually in the house.

Billy delighted in this fact.

“You totally love her”

That statement would usually be accompanied by a lighthearted poke or a kiss. Just something to soften Steve up before he’d bring in another wounded or forgotten animal.

Mary was the only one who stayed though. And she was still around when they got married being silly and dramatic as she swooped around Steve getting ready.

Steve put his foot down at Billy adopting more owls though. He tried to sound very serious about it.

Billy agreed but his eyes still sparkled with mischief. Steve didn’t trust those eyes but then Billy kissed him again and he forgot what they’d been talking about.

Another owl ended up in their house within the week. Steve just decided to accept it

@shieldofiron @dragonflylady77 for you

(For your official answer, Billy just takes in every animal he sees and Steve decides to roll with it)

[lale-txt]

Laleeee hiii how are you doing? 🥰

For the mash up au, can I ask for 75 + 88 with Kakashi? Or whoever you want, tbh I eat these kind of tropes with everyone 😂

Guyaaa (´⌣`ʃƪ) you have impeccable taste hehe, that was a very fun combo!

➳ Bed Sharing + Erotic Dreams

There was only one bed. Kakashi has read about this, but for it to happen to him in real life, with you of all people? He wasn’t sure if he was in heaven or hell. Maybe both. Yeah, probably both. He should have known he was doomed when you let out a quiet ‘tsk’ at his declaration that you can have the bed and he’ll sleep on the floor, and when he felt a tugging on his shirt and your pleading eyes seeking his, practically pulling him down on the softness of the bed with you. And it made sense–you two just finished a long and draining mission, and you needed to rest. It was as simple as that. Kakashi envied you, for how easily you could fall asleep, sprawled out on the bed as if you owned this place, without a single care in the world. Meanwhile he didn’t dare to move, almost didn’t dare to breathe either. Where your skin brushed against his, a tingling sensation spread throughout his whole body, impossible to ignore. It was when your quiet snores turned into something else, something more needy, that Kakashi had to bite down on his own tongue, eyes glued to the ceiling in an attempt to not let them wander over your sleeping form. There were no doubts what your dreams were about, from the way the mattress dipped slightly when you rolled your hips, soft whines escaping your throat in your sleep. He should get up, should walk out of here, pretend he didn’t notice anything–but then you mewl his name in your dreams and everything within Kakashi crumbles.

❦ fanfiction trope mash-up ask game!

[tojiscrack]

the dancing scene in the most recent chapter of liar, liar, MEGUMI BLUSHING FOR THE SECOND TIME AS HIS HANDS COLLIDE WITH HER WAIST, i’m crying so much rn. i have NO ONE to speak to about this fic, maybe it’s my period but i can’t get enough of them.

i don’t want them to go through angst, i just want it all to be fluff fluff fluff y’alllll. someone needs to make a fanclub or SOMETHING because it’s killing me how i have no one to speak to about this 😭😭😭

‘liar, liar’ masterlist here:

ik this message was sent in as early as yesterday, but i’ve been out all day and i’ve finally got the time to respond to it. apologies if i’ve left you waiting ☹️💓

i wanna start off by saying you’re literally the sweetest person to ever grace this planet. as i write this slice of life rom-com, i was hoping for the rom part of this com would take over in that scene, and if it’s got you squealing and giggling, ik my mission’s been accomplished 😇

“i have NO ONE to speak to about this fic” — YOU HAVE ME!!! 😤

message me, send me your theories, comment, like, reblog your thoughts, SPAM ME IF YOU MUST, i encourage all of it 😩 !!! i want to see long and juicy comments. small ones are amazing too, but ofc, the more, the merrier! it’s the best part about writing — and it helps me piece out what you like and don’t like so i can make this ride as enjoyable as ever 😗

you beautiful anon, this is the fan club. it’s a small little family of liars we have rn, but still a family nonetheless. don’t forget that 🥹 it does seem like a wonderful idea to talk about ur theories with each other so i can just spectate and laugh to myself about it all, but if you’re shy, you always have me, the writer, who will always respond to ur silly comments and goofy thoughts 🩷🩷🩷

[onceuponalegendbg]

Oh. Actually as I was tinkering with this new fic of mine, I was thinking about how I wanted to portray the Wizard.

And I was thinking about Jeff’s performance. Yes, it’s got all the hallmarks of a Jeff Goldblum performance but setting that aside for a second.

The Wizard comes across as harmless and benevolent, warm, even bumbling a bit. He just wants to help and do good for the people around him.

But we know he’s not. He’s smart. He’s perceptive. He wields social power like a wand. His right hand is a powerful sorceress.

And doesn’t that just sound so familiar.

[thevioletcaptain]

if you as a fic reader ever become possessed by the urge to do a popularity bracket with the fics other people wrote and shared for fun and for free, consider:

don't ❤️ 

[jonsaremembers]

May I beg you to write them conceiving the phaby under the cherry tree that post makes my heart ache

I'm thinking about it don't worry!

[fandomfluffandfuck]

we know Chris dick is thick, do we think Seb can fit the whole thing in his mouth? 🫣

Oh, I think yes.

He's had plenty of training for it.

Both by Chris himself, but also I agree with the fandom's loose canon that Seb has messed around with men before Chris. Maybe not real relationships because... Hollywood is homophobic. But, just hookups and shit. And those hookups, his people pleasing nature, along with his propensity for needing something in his mouth at all times... it amounts to Sebastian being very skilled.

Does he choke on it sometimes still when he's caught up, too excited or eager for it, and not going slow enough? Yeah. But, can he get it all down his throat? Also, yeah.

I'm not even sorry for that gif usage

[djsherriff-responses]

I think we should write fanfics of Jade having incredible sex experiences and surviving the canon events with at least one hottie by her side, as a treat

[bikananjarrus]

well, what was meant to be a couple hundred words max, turned into an 1100 word fic. many such cases

[great-master-airplane]

I've made myself sad with the realization that none of my festive fics (if I even get them done in time ><;; ) will involve my beloved poly rarepair, so now I'm trying to decide if I should add a fourth fic to my plate....

[allelitesmut]

Welp. Once again have hit 10k without even getting to the smut yet.

[xiaoluclair]

you are a sweetheart and you see good in almost all pairings i guess, but your soft spot is by whom? Sorry I can't contain my curiosity

asking me this after i giffed that oscar/alex interview... making me toe a line, nonsie!

that being said, you can pry lestappen from my cold dead hands. and even then good luck.

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

was reading the part where ephael and co. fought the incubus servant and ephael was like "i thought it'd be more difficult than this... :(" so anyway, ephael x incubus!hestio AU

hestio is terrible at his job because he’s always scowling. hes terrible at seducing people. like yeah there’ll be people who are attracted to his mean face anyways but his nagging really puts them off. he enters your room and immediately goes “my fucking god, you live like this?” and starts commenting on the state of your room and the dishes in the sink and he makes you want to throw a bowl at his head and then throw him out.

ephael is the only one he’s managed to reel so far bc he’s charmed by how this silly incubus is getting too distracted scolding him for his stupid decisions to seduce him.

[tojisteddy]

Phone calls | cw: fluff, age gap (reader mid 20s, John late 30s), part two

John Price who absolutely loves his phone calls with shy!reader.

Your voice is the sweetest thing he’s ever heard, still so small even though you’ve been dating for a couple of months. He loved hearing you talk because when there’s a lot of people you’re as quiet as a mouse, so he lets you ramble on and on about whatever comes to mind for how ever long until you’d try and crawl back in your box again.

“ ‘M sorry, I’m talkin too much, aren’t I?”

“No dove, let me hear more of you, yeah?”

And you’re attentive too, always have a follow up question to any of his stories. Giggles filling his ears when you laugh together. God, it just gave him that perfect burst his aging heart needed every single time.

His favorite thing to do though?

The old man would call your house phone when he’s right outside your flat, leaning on his car and looking up to the 5th floor, right where your apartment is. He’d see your gorgeous silhouette in the curtains, you’d pick up that old yellow rottery phone that you’d gotten from him as a replacement for the one that broke.

“H-Hello?” You’d squeak out, disgustingly cute, twirling the line with your fingers.

“I’m downstairs, thought I’d see your face before I left.”

“Where?” And you’re quick to uncover the blue and white embroidered curtains, revealing yourself on the baloney, curls touching just above your shoulders, only in your damned underwear and a tight top, with your nipples peeking through. If he told you about the way you’d look right now, you’d leap out of your skin.

But John just loved how he was the only thing on your mind when he called. Your big brown eyes searching the street for the bearded man, and he’s right there. Giving you a wave with a smirk he just can not hide.

“Hi John,” youre breathless through the phone, love sick on that dream boat of a man.

“You’re fuckin gorgeous love, always so beautiful.”

You yanked the phone away, hiding your face with your curls as you squealed, stomping around cute as ever. John could so easily get you all flustered, you peek down at him and he’s tapping his phone, listen.

You put the phone to your ear again, “Don’t have long. Just wanted to see your face.”

And it’s clock work, John would tease you every time he wanted to see you by threatening to leave. As if he wouldn’t climb up the damn apartment with his bare hands like you were fuckin Rapunzel. But you’d believe him every time, eyes widening and mouth opening and closing, words fighting to get out.

He’d get your heart pumping even more as he turned to his car, “I-I- dont you wanna come up John? Just for a tea?”

He turns, to look back at you, eyebrow raised, he hums, “Not sure love, gotta be up early.”

“It’ll be five minutes! I swear John.” And your pretty bottom lip is out, pouting— the man couldn’t resist you for long.

It wouldn’t be five minutes, it never was, just as the older man had planned. He’d agree, just for tea, with a grin. Practically zooming through your complex to get to you and taking you in his arms.

His sweet girl.

It couldn’t get any better than you.

a/n: did I write this cause I haven’t done a proper part two to a certain price fic? Well— but this was fun!!

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[elixirfromthestars]

By The Warmth Of The Oven

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary: You are baking cookies for the Avengers holiday party when a certain super solider comes into the kitchen tipsy for the first time...

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning(s): none. pure fluff. tipsy bucky.

Prompt/Event: @the-slumberparty december daze -> is it those cookies that smell delicious or is it you?

a/n: This fluffy drabble is my holiday gift to you my dear Bella @nickfowlerrr ♡ In honor of Can You Feel It? being the first of many beautiful fics I read of yours 🥹🩷 Thank you everyone for reading! ₊˚⊹♡ Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!! ♡♡♡

bucky masterlist ♡ || fluffy winter drabbles masterlist ❆

“Smells good…” Bucky’s voice comes out of nowhere from behind you as you grab another tray of chocolate chip cookies from the oven. You glance over your shoulder to find him sauntering into the kitchen, making his way over to you. 

“Freshly baked cookies always do,” you reply with a gratified grin, placing the tray on top of the stove so the cookies have some time to cool off before you plate them. Your friends had already gone through three batches of them and they practically begged you to make more. It was a nice feeling, almost rewarding in a way, knowing something you made was so loved by your friends. 

“‘m not talking about the cookies, doll,” there’s a bit of a slur in his cadence that catches your attention at the same time that your heart skips a beat at his words. You turn to him to see he’s staring at you with a dreamy smile and a twinkle in his eyes, propped up against the counter by his elbow. You frown at his unusual nonchalant demeanor. You’ve never seen him act this way before. 

Your head tilts slightly as you examine him a little closer. There’s a bit of a sway to his stance and his cheeks are tinted pink. “Bucky, are you drunk?” Almost immediately he shakes his head at your question, “No. I can't get drunk,” he replies with an obvious tone, and yet the pouty frown on his face tells a different story. 

“Right, you can’t…” you affirm, mulling it over for a moment,“Unless…did Thor give you some of his special Asgardian liquor?” You ask, stepping slightly closer to him, the apples of his cheeks getting rosier in response. 

“I took a shot. I started feeling funny and came here—felt safe,” he mutters that last part reluctantly, sharing something with you he wouldn’t if it weren’t for the alcohol in his system.

“In the kitchen?”

“With you.” 

Your amusement is replaced with a soft expression at his response. He most likely hasn’t felt the effects of alcohol in decades and a part of him doesn’t know how to cope with the resurfaced inhibitions. The fact that while feeling unwell his first instinct was to come looking for you—it made a warmth spread throughout you that could easily rival the heat of the oven.

You reach out to cup his cheek, soothing the flushed skin with your thumb. He instinctively leans into your touch, his eyes shining with a gentle vulnerability that causes your heart to squeeze in your chest. You and Bucky have always had a flirtatious friendship for as long as you can remember, but it's never gone past that. Seeing him so openly affectionate with you stirs emotions deep within you that you aren’t sure you’re ready to bring to the surface.

“I don’t think the alcohol is going to stay in your system for long, Buck. How about we do this…you wait for me here while I go out and serve the cookies I baked,” his eyes widen slightly and you can tell he wants to protest until you add, “I’ll bring back some hot chocolate for us to share and we can enjoy it along with some cookies while we wait for that liquor in your system to wear off. How does that sound?” You suggest softly and you can see the way he thinks it through before he agrees with a nod.

He doesn’t take his eyes off of you as you plate a few dozen cookies on decorative plates, leaving a handful behind for you and Bucky to share. You make sure to quickly take them out to your friends and serve up two piping hot mugs of hot chocolate before making it back to the kitchen in no time. 

When you meet back with Bucky you find him sitting on the counter where he watches his legs as he swings them lazily to and fro. You observe him fondly for a moment longer than necessary. Trying to commit to memory how carefree and unguarded he is at this moment. When he notices you his face lights up in a way that makes you feel like the most precious person on earth. 

“Here, as promised,” you hand him a mug of hot chocolate which he takes eagerly—too eagerly—as he immediately goes for a sip of it. Before he can, however, you stop him, placing your hand as a barrier between his lips and the mug. His mouth ends up pressed into your palm, and you ignore the heat that finds its way to your face at the softness of his lips brushing against your skin.

“Bucky, it's scalding hot! You’ll burn yourself! Wait until it cools down a bit, please.”

“It’s not gonna burn me, doll. I’m a super soldier. Watch—”

“Bucky!” 

You use the cookies as leverage to coax Bucky into waiting for the hot chocolate to cool down before he drinks any of it. For the next hour or so, you enjoy each other's company. Between the sweet treats and the lighthearted conversations, time flies by in a heartbeat. 

Then, while in the middle of a discussion over your last mission, Bucky does something that completely takes you by surprise in the best way possible—he kisses you. It’s short, but profound in the way he pours everything into it. Every flirtation you ever questioned could mean something more was proven here with this kiss, that it had meant so much more for more than just you. 

You’re speechless when he pulls away beaming as if his heart might burst.

“Looks like I was right.” 

“Huh?”

“I asked myself what was sweeter. You or the cookies. I knew it'd be you,” he states as a matter of fact, drinking up the way his words affect you as much as the kiss had. There’s a part of you that doesn’t believe him, but it's not because of him, but more so because you think you must be dreaming. 

“That's the liquor talking.”

“I've sobered up a while ago, doll.”

You search his eyes for the truth of it all and you find it. This is real. This isn’t a dream. And the yearning that burns bright in his eyes is one you know all too well. It’s the same one reflecting in your eyes as your gazes lock on one another.

“I still think the cookies are sweeter,” you whisper, your eyes shining with a playful challenge despite the way your heart races in your chest with anticipation. He catches on, licking his lips as his flesh hand snakes its way to the back of your head to cradle it gently.

“‘m gonna prove you wrong, doll,” he declares in a huskier tone as he pulls you in for another kiss. And that night, by the warmth of the oven, Bucky continues to kiss you until he successfully proves you wrong.