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In control V

Originally posted by sehuntiful


//Yixing x you

Word count: 1,848

Summary: Yixing loses his grip, both on the track and in his life, and you are a countersteer he needs to go straight again


Words slurred into his sweater are surprisingly clear. They seem to cut the air so cold that it’s almost crispy. His fingers clench even tighter on your jacket, and you can hear the crunch of the fabrics. He sucks in a shaky, broken breath, his chest spasming against yours. You don’t know whether it’s his relief, or whether he is fighting his tears.

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We Belong To You & Me

Title: We Belong To You & Me

Pairing: Reader x Dean

Theme Song: How Deep Is Your Love (Cover) by Glee Cast

Requests: Can you do a dean x reader where they go to the road house and Jo gets jealous and try’s to break them up and it ends in a bunch of fluff?? - alexstarnes1701

Author’s Note: Done!! I’m so sorry it took me so long, I suffered a small writer’s block half-way but I managed to get through and finally finish, so thank you guys for your patience (this is the longest fic I’ve written so far, with 3026 words!!). I was torn between two covers of that song, but the Glee one won me over. Your comments are always welcome, hope you like it ;)

Your name: submit What is this?

“Harvelle’s Roadhouse,” you commented, reading the neon lights of the establishment as Dean parked and killed the engine of the car. “Seems kind of unreal to be here.”

Dean got out, opened the Impala’s passenger door and helped you out. “Only place in all Nebraska where your drink’s in danger of being replaced with holy water if you seem suspicious enough, sweetheart.” You took his hand and smiled at the smug little chuckle that escaped Dean’s mouth.

“Hilarious, Dean,” Sam groaned, walking past you and his brother towards the entrance of the saloon. Dean’s hand was still holding yours, you noticed, as he gave it a light squeeze. “Let’s go, then. Before grandma over there gets crankier,” he said, gesturing at Sam. You laughed and stood on your tip toes to give him a peck on the lips. “I’m right behind you.”

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Come on, love, draw your swords


A/N: Just a little post episode thing to tell my writer’s block it’s not the boss of me. And also cause it’s been three days since the episode and I can’t stop thinking of these two muppets.

Inside you’ll find visions and snuggles and swords.



It stings through her arms.

Every clash of the blade is heavy, erring on the side of too heavy, and her muscles shiver under the brunt. But it doesn’t stop. It can’t. If it does…

Emma simply has to up the ante.

One clang is followed by another, then a prang, a headlong slice as swift as she can make it; each blow pursued by yet another – from her, from the hooded figure. Every clattering shwing a burden on her strength.

(Both her physical and her emotional.

She’s seen this too many times, this exact sequence of events – she’s afraid of where she knows it leads.)

It doesn’t help that she can see her family racing towards her out of the corner of her eye, four darkly shadowed people through a bluey mist. But she has to duck, grit her teeth together and carry on, to let the sharp clatter of the fight ring in her ears.

The sharp clattering of her impending end, the Saviour’s end.

In Korea they say ‘fighting’ instead of ‘good luck’, or so she’d been led to believe by the girl from Seoul who slept in the bunk below hers when she was fourteen. Emma had always liked the message in that motivation. It gave someone the strength to believe in themselves, to power through on their own merits and know that no magical entity was going to do it for them. Both successes and failures were of your own making.

There are no magic pills in this world.

Strangely enough, she wishes it was the opposite way around this time.

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Drabble - Neck

Because sometimes I think they have moments like this, nothing out of the ordinary but nonetheless more.


The first time he kissed my neck I wasn’t even fully aware of it.

It was still on DWTS, after a performance, I was wearing heels which made me taller than him and we hugged, he kissed me and as usual he had to either make himself taller or smaller than me to avoid my lips and that time he chose the latter, kissing me behind the ear. I only realized it the night after, lying in bed with a racing heart and not quite sure why my skin was tingling.

It didn’t stay the last time after that. It is basically a lottery with Val, always wondering whether he would kiss my hair, temple, cheek or neck.

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Fire Emblem: Awakening : 「Catching a Cold」

Title: Catching a Cold
Type: fanfiction -> drama/insight
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Awakening
Year: 2014
Characters: Chrom, Lucina, Morgan, etc.
Pairing: Chrom x Avatar
Author’s Note: I don’t say this very often about my work, actually, but I’m having really big doubts about this one for some reason. I shifted perspectives about a million times and still didn’t really end up with what I wanted to have, fear like everyone’s out of character and generally this fic appears like a big mess to me, but I thought I’d post it anyway orz
Summary: After the end of the Fell Dragon Grima, the world returned to its normal state. However, the world of Ylisse’s new Exalt had become incomplete.

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