i just really want you with the title belt before you retire ; ;

Worth Every Mile (Dean x Reader)

Character: Dean x Reader (Neutral)

Word Count: 2,369

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions of Insomnia. 

Request: 

You know that one GIF of Dean driving the Impala and it looks like your head is in his lap? Can you do a Deanxreader oneshot based off of that? Really fluffy? 

CAN YOU WRITE DEAN FLUFF PLS? All I ever find for Dean is smut 😞 Thank you, lovely 😙

AN: I hope this is fluffy enough :) to be honest, I’ve never been a very good judge when it comes to my own writing. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!! As always, feel free to leave constructive criticism… or just tell me what you think :) I hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening. 

-Megan :)

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It’s hard to imagine living a hectic life without the promise of a full night’s rest… well, until you come to experience it yourself, that is. 

Sure. Everyone can relate to a few restless nights of lying awake, trying to find comfort under a massive heap of blankets, and the feeling of dread as morning comes, bringing along a day filled with exhaustion. But how many people can truly understand the long term effects of a battle with insomnia? 

How many people could understand the feelings of envy, as loved ones drift into a blissful slumbering state?

How many people could understand the fading memories, only to be replaced by lethargy?

How many people could understand the experience of living in a completely dreamless world?

Unfortunately, you could… and goddamn, whoever said that insomnia is a bitch, was most definitely correct.

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the monster you think i am

Fandom: MCU
Summary: A thousand opportunities to be the man he saw in the mirror.


“You have to promise to go there as a friend.”


“Captain,” Iron Man greets, taking his plated hands off the door he just wrenched open. Captain America lowers his shield, stepping off the stairs and towards the suit. “You seem a little defensive.”

“Well, it’s been a long day,” the Captain says with a smile. Iron Man has a line here, something he’s supposed to say, something that breaks the dark tension, but he remains quiet. The Captain’s smile drops. “Tony?”

No, Iron Man thinks. “Captain Rogers,” he says, and there is the sound of boots pounding down the hall from both directions. “Sergeant Barnes.”

“Tony!” The Captain pleads, stepping back towards where Barnes is crouching, whirling around, searching for the source of the sound before turning back to Iron Man. “What’s going on? What did you do?”

“What I had to,” Iron Man responds. No, he thinks again, dimly, as if his thoughts were very far away. Soldiers dressed in heavy combat gear appear almost out of thin air, surrounding the Captain and Soldier and forcing them to the ground. 

“You’re under arrest,” Iron Man tells the Captain, who bucks under the soldiers’ grips until Iron Man levels a repulsor at his head. “Stay down, final warning.”

The Captain collapses, surrendering. “Why are you doing this?” he asks brokenly. 

Tony, watching it all unfold, shrugs his shoulders. “Have to protect myself, Cap. I hope one day you can understand.” 

Outside, Ross is waiting, and he smiles when he sees Iron Man with two super soldiers in tow. “Well done, Mr. Stark.”

Iron Man remains silent, but Tony keeps his eyes focused on the look of devastation on Steve’s face, the resigned defeat on Barnes’. 

No,” Tony says. “Not this way.”

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anonymous asked:

Imagine dancing alone in Sherlock's living room and you don't realise that Mycroft is stood in the doorway watching you. As soon as the song finishes he claps and you get all embarrassed, Mycroft just chuckles and starts dancing with you to the next song. You end up being very close to each other and in the end he presses a soft kiss to your lips.

 (This was fun writing.)

“Testing…testing. Tom, is the picture coming in clear?” you affirm into the tiny microphone attached to the headset.

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FT angst week Day 3: BROKEN (promises/hearted)

I’VE FINALLY CAUGHT UP. THREE CHEERS FOR ME. Nalu fic under the cut. How does one even word. This is so all over the place and just plain bad and I’m so out of practice for writing fic that it’s embarrassing but I can’t bear to edit this anymore. So tired. Goodnight all. 

Title: Did You Really Think Three Words Were Going To Cut It After A Year, or: Lucy And Natsu Have The Aquarius Talk
Summary: Losing your water spirit is tough when you’re fighting in the pouring rain and your only companion is a stupid fire mage. 
Author’s Notes: Takes place in chapter 424, between when Natsu catches a collapsing Juvia at the front of the Rainfall Village and when Juvia wakes up and provides an explanation for Gray’s absence. I think in-world, the time between the two events was only supposed to be like five minutes or so, but I’m going to use creative license to stretch that out to, like, five hours. Basically, Natsu catches Juvia, they take her into the house and lay her in a bed, and Wendy and Happy volunteer to look after Juvia while Natsu and Lucy go out to find dinner for them all, which is when this fic takes place. Natsu and Lucy return to the village, where Juvia then wakes up and manages to explain the situation. 
Rating: G (for general audiences)
Warnings: None. 


They had only wanted some fish for dinner. 

“LUCY!” Natsu yelled, before a tentacle grabbed him and dunked him underwater again. His flames went out with a sad hiss and Lucy saw him go limp, clutching at the pink appendage wrapped around him for dear life. Ah. So his motion sickness was still in full force, it seemed. Wind buffeted rain into her eyes, and Lucy cracked her whip frustratedly. 

“Damn octopus, let Natsu go!” she screamed at the monstrous creature before them that only just qualified for the classification of octopus by dint of its eight limbs thrashing about in the river. Flinging her arm back, she retired Taurus and called forth Cancer, in the hopes that his constitution might be better suited for the damp environment. 

“Need another haircut so soon, Luc–”

“Learn to read the damn situation!” Lucy said, and Cancer put his salon tools away sheepishly. “You’re a crab, you can fight in the water, right?” 

“Are you kidding me, Lucy? I’m a hairdresser. Humidity is killer for the hair,” he explained. “Whoa, watch it!”

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CS ff: “See That Smile” (Part 1/3) (au)

Summary: After Milah dies and his own marriage is buried in the ground, Killian steps away from being a wedding singer and switches over to other events. It’s during those that Killian meets Emma, and a friendship is born, and maybe something a little more along the way.

Rating: T (for now)

A/N: So listen, if you ever prompt me for something, I will eventually write it. If you take a picture I love and photoshop out a piece of string that DRIVES ME NUTS, I’ll write it sooner. For @timeless-love-story, who is a gift to all of us in this writing community for her never-ending support, it’s going to come in three parts, but this is my take on the bartender Emma/musician Killian prompt, with some “The Wedding Singer” vibes thrown in. ;) (Song used for today’s title is O.A.R.’s “Peace”)

AU Week Posts : Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7


In a small town, being in a band willing to play for any events that are booked at the local reception hall is kind of a big deal. Especially when word of mouth marks you as the best reception band in a fifty-mile radius. That fact keeps Killian and his band, The Buccaneers, pretty busy through the year.

“You can’t sing at your own wedding. Who will you get to play, if not us?” Robin asks him one day.

“Who says?” is Killian’s first response. “Listen, I’m not going to book another band and let them get even a corner of the market we have here. If they want shows, they need to work their way up like we have.”

“Whatever you say, mate,” Robin says, shaking his head as they walk in to set up for the latest wedding reception.

There’s a reason they’re so good. Killian is the ultimate champion of love. He’s there to give the exact right vibe to the entire hall, to get them dancing, to make them happy, to make them seem like anything beyond the walls is unimportant. With good music, dancing, the right lighting, and the right amount of drinks being poured, wedding receptions are always his favorite.

Just a month before his own wedding, however, that all changes.

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heyo I can’t stop thinking about this au I made up, so here’s a drabble


Katara ran her bone knife down the belly of the tiger seal. It always took a while to cut through to the inside, but she didn’t mind. She had been skinning animals since her childhood and had been grateful for the experience. It helped her learn to be patient. Well for most things.  

“Is it always this smelly?” Prince Zuko asked. Katara turned to find him glaring at her with a disgusted sneer on his pale face.

Katara rolled her eyes and went back to working. “If it is bothering you so much, then go away.” Katara thought he would take her advice, but to her surprise he didn’t. Perhaps he was so stubborn, he would even refuse to do anything even if it benefited him.

“It’s vile.” The prince hovered over her.

Katara felt her irritation grow. “Why don’t you leave then?” she asked as she ran the knife down the dead animal, causing another layer of blubber to slide off.

“Uncle insists that I should assist you since your people helped provide for us,”

Katara gave a chortle. “It’s not really our choice in the matter.” The governor demanded that they would accommodate their shipwrecked guests. Still, she found it strange that the snooty prince would assist her. “When have you ever listened to your Uncle anyway?”

Prince Zuko scuffed. “I don’t listen to him often. He is senile.”

Katara scowled. “He is not. Trust me when I say I know what senile looks like.” Her grandmother was senile. The strange, yet amiable, retired general was not senile.

“I would beg to differ,” the prince grunted as he sat down across from her. His face scrunched up in disgust as he observed her make her way past the thick blubber and into the bloody interior.

Katara gave him an odd look. “You have decided to listen to your uncle this time?”

“Clearly.”

She had hoped for a much more detailed answer. “Cover your nose if you insist on sticking around, Prince Pouty,” she said.

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