#wc: 1376

[fkinkindagauche]

Slutty Little Mouse

For @steddiesmuttyseptember week 3 prompt "sneaking around".

Rating: Explicit | WC: 1376 | CW: none | Tags: blow jobs, gags

Steve was trying so hard to fall asleep. He’d gone through his nightly routine, which had become something like a religious ritual at this point - turn off the TV by 9pm, wash his face and brush his teeth, go through a series of stretches and calisthenics, then sit quietly in his room for an hour reading before climbing into bed and shutting his eyes. Some nights it worked. Most nights it didn’t. 

He had tried to keep his eyes shut, forcing himself into sleep, but at some point he had opened them and was now staring at the ceiling, thinking. You’d think that he would be reliving memories of torture at the hands of Russians or horrible extradimensional monsters, but he wasn’t. He was thinking about how his life had effectively stalled - a 20 year old still living with his parents, working at Family Video with no immediate plans to branch out beyond that. 

He sighed, shifting from his back to his side, barely muffling a scream when he saw a figure looming in his window. The figure tapped a few times, and Steve gradually made out the wild hair and excited smile of Eddie Munson. 

Steve scrambled out of his bed and over to the window, pulling it open. Eddie was standing precariously on the roof of the Harringtons’ garage. 

“What are you doing here?” Steve hissed. “My parents are, like, right down the hall!”

Eddie grabbed Steve’s face in his hands and planted a wet kiss on his lips. “Came to keep you company,” he said, too loudly, and Steve shushed him while blushing. 

“Sorry,” Eddie whispered, looking not sorry at all. 

“How’d you know I wouldn’t be asleep?” 

Eddie gave him a disappointed look, like Steve was being deliberately obtuse. “You can never sleep, Stevie.” 

Steve huffed, and looked past Eddie at the street below.

“Get inside, someone’s gonna see you,” he said, yanking on Eddie’s arm. Eddie spilled in through the window, making more noise than Steve would have liked.

“How’d you even get up on the roof?” Steve whispered once Eddie had righted himself. 

“Climbed the trash cans. I’m very athletic.”

Steve snorted. “I can’t believe you didn’t knock them over and wake up the whole neighborhood.”

Eddie put a hand to his chest in mock affront. “Baby, you wound me.” 

Steve rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why you came over,” he whispered. “We can barely even talk with my parents right there.”

“We don’t need to talk,” Eddie said, wiggling his eyebrows, and letting his eyes rake down Steve’s body. Steve was in only his boxers, chest bare. 

“We definitely can’t do anything else,” Steve replied.

“You know what always makes you fall asleep?” 

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. He could see where this was going, but decided to play along. “No, Eddie, what?”

Eddie stepped toward him, getting in his space.

"When I blow you and then we cuddle."

"I think I’m constitutionally incapable of letting you blow me with my parents right down the hall. You know how loud I am," Steve said, pleading. 

"I do know," Eddie said, stepping closer to Steve. "And I love it. Every single sound I wring out of you should win a fucking Grammy. But I'm sure you can be quiet."

Steve leaned into Eddie's warmth, chronically touch-starved. "I'm not sure I can be quiet." 

Eddie reached for his back pocket, pulling out his black bandana. "We could keep you quiet," he suggested, and Steve shivered, feeling his cock start to fill out. The idea of being gagged by Eddie was more arousing than he would have anticipated.

“So you came over here just to blow me to sleep?” Steve asked, trying to shift the focus away from his reaction to the gag.

“Yes, absolutely,” Eddie replied. “You need your beauty sleep.”

Steve was a weak man. He turned and walked back over to his bed. It was a twin, and not really big enough for two adult men, but he and Eddie liked to latch onto each other like two demented starfish so space wasn’t much of an issue. 

“Take off your jacket and jeans,” Steve said. 

Eddie saluted him. “Yes, sir.” He peeled off his jeans and threw his jacket onto the floor, following Steve over to the bed. Steve got under the covers and held them up for Eddie to follow.

Eddie got under the covers, putting the bandana on the bedside table, and instantly moved into Steve’s space, draping his whole body over Steve’s and shoving his face into Steve’s neck to kiss him there.

Steve laughed and tried to push him away. “That tickles,” he whispered, trying not to laugh too loudly. Eddie pushed himself up on his elbows and smiled down at Steve, putting those mind-altering dimples on full display. Steve leaned forward to kiss him, and Eddie reciprocated, pushing Steve back down onto the bed. He licked at Steve’s lips and Steve happily opened them, tangling his tongue with Eddie’s. 

Eddie pressed his hips down into Steve and Steve could feel his hard cock pressed against his thigh. He let out a breathy little moan as Eddie slid a thigh in between his legs, pressing it up into Steve’s cock.

“You gonna need the gag already, baby?” Eddie asked, smirking, and Steve moaned again at the thought of the gag. “Oh, you like that,” Eddie said, delighted. He reached over to the bedside table and picked up the bandana. “Open up?” Eddie stuffed the bandana in his mouth roughly, and Steve bucked his hips up into Eddie’s thigh.

“Good boy,” Eddie said, kissing Steve’s cheek. Steve tried to moan at the praise, but it was thankfully muffled now. “That’s better,” Eddie said. “Quiet as a slutty little mouse.” Steve rolled his eyes.

Eddie started to kiss down his body, spending a few minutes licking and sucking over his pecs and nipples, which always made Steve outrageously horny. Eddie eventually kept moving south, trailing kisses over Steve’s abdomen. When he got to the waistband of Steve’s boxers he pulled them down, freeing Steve’s cock.

Eddie pressed a kiss onto the head of his cock, sticking his tongue out to lick up the precum at his slit, then moving away to kiss his inner thighs. Steve let out a muffled whine and shifted his hips. Eddie took pity on him and moved back to Steve’s cock, sucking the head into his mouth.

He played with the head of Steve’s cock for a few moments, running his tongue around the glans, sucking lightly, before moving his mouth further down his shaft. He took Steve in most of the way, his hand holding the base of Steve’s cock, and started to bob his head gently up and down. Steve was moaning with abandon now, very glad to have the bandana in his mouth muffling all the noise. 

Eddie moved his hand away and took Steve into his throat, swallowing against his gag reflex to fit Steve all the way. Steve started to thrust up into Eddie’s mouth in time with Eddie’s movements, and felt his orgasm start to build. Eddie could feel it, too, pulling off of Steve for a moment to look up and say, “Come in my mouth, baby.”

That was all it took; the moment Eddie got Steve back in his mouth he was coming, his normally loud cries muffled behind the bandana. Eddie swallowed all of his cum, gently working Steve’s dick with his hand until he was spent. 

He moved up Steve’s body and reached out to pull the bandana from Steve’s mouth. “Sleepy now, darling?” Eddie asked. 

Steve nodded, then noticed Eddie’s cock still hard against his thigh. “What ‘bout you?” he asked, voice already heavy with oncoming sleep. Eddie shifted off of Steve, laying on his side and wrapping an arm around his waist. “I’m fine. You just go to sleep,” Eddie said, kissing Steve’s temple. 

If Steve hadn’t been so exhausted, he would have put up a fight, but he could finally feel himself starting to sink into blissful darkness. He turned over onto his side with his back against Eddie’s chest, letting Eddie spoon him.

“Love you, Eds,” he said sleepily. 

“Love you, too, mouse,” Eddie replied, and Steve drifted off to sleep.

[clockwayswrites]

A Broken Sort of Normal Part 12

WC:1376, Masterpost

“Danny, come on,” Wally said, laughter clear in his voice. “There will be time to stare at the stars after.”

“But Flash, space,” Danny said with what he would readily admit as a whine as he motioned to the expansive view of space with earth floating in the bottom of the window. Danny didn’t know if the Zeta tube had been exactly worth the trip (he had nearly had a panic attack), but the view made a pretty compelling argument. The urge to go intangible and phase through the acrylic to be in space was so strong that Danny didn't even dare touch the window.

“But your meeting, Danny. Flash is going to be waiting for you, and you how how us Flashes get.”

Danny sighed but turned away from the window with one lingering look.

“Go and be great. After we can stare at space some and, maybe… if you’re up to it, meet some of my friends?”

“Like the infamous Nightwing?”

“Shush,” Wally said, placing a finger to his lips. “He’s like Beetlejuice, you might summon him just by saying his name.”

“Pretty sure you need to do that three times,” Danny pointed out, following Wally to the door.

“Oh yeah? You up on ghost lore?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m an expert,” Danny said dryly. If only Wally knew.

(Well, then Danny would be dead.)

“We can watch it next date night. Right now, you go be awesome, hero.”

“Flash, you really cannot call me a hero when we’re in the Justice League base.”

“Can and will, now go, hero,” Wally said, shooing Danny down the hall to where Barry was waiting.

“Gonna give me any hints about what’s going on?” Danny asked the older Flash once they had started walking.

“Just to be yourself,” Barry said. “You’re a good person and you know what you’re doing out there in the field. I wouldn’t’ve recommended you for this otherwise. And I meant what I said, your ability to take no crap is part of why I did. You don’t have to take any crap from anyone in there either, no matter who they are.”

Who they were turned out to be many of the founding members: Batman, Wonder Woman, Superman, and of course Flash… Flash who really thought too highly of him. (What was with the Flashes doing that?)

There were also three other people not dressed in supersuits, who Danny figured were there for the same reason he was. Whatever that was.

“Flash,” Superman said with a nod to the hero and then a smile to Danny. “And you must be Mr. Fenton.”

“Just Danny is fine, thank you for the invitation,” Danny said, shaking Superman’s hand, continually reminding himself not to use any of his strength all the while.

“Of course, have a seat. We’re just waiting on… well, never mind,” Superman said cheerfully as the Martian Manhunter swept into the room. (Danny help back the excite squeak he wanted to make.) “J’onn.”

“Superman. Am I late?”

“Just on time. We can go ahead and get started.”

Everyone settled around the table, the normal people waiting for the heroes to take their preferred seats before settling together on the other side over the oval table.

“Thank you all for coming here today,” Wonder Woman said with a warm smile. “As you know, we’ve asked you here today based on your capabilities. Specifically, to help us build an emergency response team that can act in aid of crises the Justice League responds to.”

“We’ve already been doing this in some places at the city level,” Barry said, leaning forward. His hands were clasped on the table. Danny knew from experience that it was just so that he didn’t fidget from having to sit still. “Central City has been operating with our own set up for two years now and we’ve seen huge success in both lives saved, but also a bigger level of overall personal safety during attacks. People are getting out of the way faster, safer, and more often than before.”

“So we’re looking to do the same thing on a bigger level and we’d like your advice,” Superman said. “Right now, you’re here as consultants and will be paid for your time. Assuming we all work well together, you’ll have a chance to sign on once things are officially underway.”

Danny raised his hand.

“You can just talk, Danny, this isn’t school,” Flash said.

Danny felt a blush crawl up his cheeks and sat up straighter, stylus tapping nervously against his tablet. “I know this is putting the cart before the horse, but you can’t need us all the time. If we choose to sign up, will we still be able to work our current jobs? I don’t want to abandon Central. I mean, not that they can’t do without me, I have great coworkers, but it’s… you know, home.”

“A noble want,” Wonder Woman said. “The reality of it would depend on the level of administration work you are in charge of, but no. You should be able to continue working in Central and be on call for other emergencies, or that is our assumption. You all are the experts, though, which is why you are here. Perhaps introductions are in order?”

“Brent Green,” the one furthest from Danny cut in without hesitation. He was the most formally dressed of all of them, suit jacket and all, and had that air of superiority that made Danny want to bristle. “Director of Star City’s emergency response team.”

“Debra Day,” the woman next to Danny said next. There was a southern twang to her words. “Thirty years of search and rescue experience, ex Coast Guard, currently focused on instruction.”

“Leo Klein, they/them,” the last said. “Emergency management and prevention training.”

“Danny Fenton.” He felt out of place compared to all the other skill sets. “Team lead and field medic in Central City.”

“And I’m sure you know us,” Superman said with a chuckle. “Now, what are your thoughts.”

“First we have to establish a system of hierarchy and devision of labor,” Brent said, once again jumping in before anyone else. “It is important to know who has right away in the field.”

Danny resisted the urge to raise his hand again and took the chance of Brent pausing to speak. “Those are all good thoughts, but you’re getting ahead of things. Cities and countries will already have established teams, even if it’s just police and fire fighters. Are you all wanting us to come in and work with them? Ahead of them? Under their leadership? When we started in Central there were a lot of accidental hurts because the two sides didn’t sit down and talk enough at first, and this is on an even bigger scale.”

“He’s right,” Debra said. “The National Guard could be a good model both for the US, but also for any other nations you might want to explore into to see how things are handled there.”

“And you’ll need to get started on PR right away no matter the choice,” Leo said, leaning forward ad engaging now. “Like Danny said, it’s easy to step on toes and we don’t want to do any of that.”

Brent was frowning, slightly, then sighed and nodded. His shoulders relaxed a little. “No, good points. PR for the citizens too, to know to look out for us. We could get feed back on what worked in the cities with teams set up.”

“And places that have seen attacks outside of there. It’s easy to focus on big cities, but smaller towns and rural areas still can see attacks and have different needs,” Danny added to considering nods.

Now that they were all working together, Danny felt himself relaxing too. There were a lot of nerves for most people to get over working with heroes, Danny guess. Even he wasn’t immune to caliber of people that they were in the room with and he ate dinner with the one at least once a month.

Also Batman seemed to be watching him.

Well, whatever, talk was flowing easily now. They’d get their feet under them. They’d have to if they wanted this to work.

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AN: And some food for all of you here too! Danny learns why he's at the Watchtower! And manages to not be too distracted by space- a true accomplishment.

Sorry if there are more issues than normal, my letter swapping/word salad has been a bit bad lately. And I've really messed up my one finger ;-;

But anyways! Slower part but next chapter.... nightwing. Dundundun Stay delightful, darlings!

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Friday Monday Fic Recs

What I've Been Reading:

JJ/Emily, Tara/Penelope || Rated: E || WC: 43,369 Author: @swpf

Why I Love It: This is such a great read! The introspective look at all of these women is both refreshing and titillating. I love both of these ships and watching two couples try (and often fail) to get the other pair together is one of my favourite fic tropes.

Tara/Rebecca || Rated: E || WC: 3132 Author: swpf

Why I Love It: If you want my full essay about how perfect this look at Tara/Rebecca is,, check the comment section of the fic. In the meantime, just know this is a beautiful piece that explores what it was like for Rebecca to watch Tara diffuse a bomb in the field in 17x06 and how that led to them getting back together.

Tara/Penelope || Rated: T || WC: 14,714 Author: swpf

Why I Love It: Hot butch mechanic Tara Lewis, need I say more?? This AU is delicious. The interactions between Penelope and Tara are so enthralling, I couldn't stop reading. This is an incredible little AU full of hilarity and queer joy. (And Queer Joy 😏)

JJ/Emily/Tara || Rated: E || WC: 1376 Author: Anonymous

Why I Love It: Je T'Emily smut!!!!! This is just extremely sexy.

Tara/Emily || Rated: T || WC: 1103 Author: @mammothluv

Why I Love It: The balcony scene in 13x16 is one of my favourite Temily moments in canon. This was a beautiful take on that scene and just a really wholesome fic. I'm always a sucker for Temily fluff.

What I've Been Writing:

Tara/Penelope || Rated: E ||WC: 13,268+ (WIP)

Notes: After this 'one-shot' evolved into a three chapter fic, I've decided to continue exploring this dynamic. There is definitely more to come, after putting together an outline of where I want this one to go, I think it could be around 8 chapters in total. Stay tuned for more hot, sexy, Dom Penelope!

[UNTITLED HOLIDAY FIC]

JJ/Tara || WC: TBD

Notes: It's that time of year again! This year's holiday romcom will focus on JJ/Tara! In the same vein of Homo For the Holidays, I'm planning for this to be a festive, Hallmark-esque, tropetastic, romcom fic.

[Ready To Be Loved - A Fooled Around Interlude]

Derek/Luke, Luke/Spencer || WC: TBD

Notes: This is the second installment of my three-part Fooled Around expansion! I'm so excited to share this look at how Luke and Derek came to be a couple. I've wanted to explore their relationship more ever since I wrote FAAFIL - Part 2. Not sure when this will be ready for posting, so just keep an eye out!

ICYMI:

JJ/Tara || Rated: G || WC: 1932

Summary: In the Jareau-Lewis household, there was a Halloween tradition of rotating who got to choose the family costumes each year. This year, it was six-year-old Michael's duty to choose the theme of their costumes…

More CM Fic Recs Under Cut

Past Friday Fic Recs:  [Friday Fic Recs - Tumblr] || [CM Fic Recs - AO3 Collection]

My Fanfic Master Lists: [JJ/Emily] || [Tara/Emily] || [JJ/Tara] || [Tara/Rebecca]

2023 Rec Lists: [JJ/Emily] || [Tara/Emily + Other Femslash]

2022 Rec Lists: [JJ/Emily] || [Tara/Emily] || [Other Femslash]

[lottienatsgf]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚👼 angel baby - e. williams

“i love you, angel baby,” you hum.

“angel baby…” ellie considers. “that’s a new one.”

“just trying it out.”

ellie williams x reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ synopsis : it’s your three month anniversary with ellie, and she has a few gifts to give you.

⋆｡𖦹 ° notes : literally just all fluff, makeout sesh but that’s as far as it goes, use of pet names instead of y/n, established relationship, both of you live in jackson together, i wanted to make this one longer but i really like the way it ends so i don’t wanna mess with that !!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ wc : 1376

edibles and flowers. those are the two things that ellie sits down on the wooden table where you sit. she stands on the other side of the table, balancing her weight on one leg and awkwardly wringing her hands while waiting for you to react. the right corner of your lip twitches up into a smile upon looking at these items, then back at ellie.

“you…uh…you like it?” ellie says slowly.

“i hate it, actually,” you tease. ellie’s face falls, clearly not aware that you aren’t being serious. “joking, babe. joking,” you clarify, and she looks relieved.

“picked these up on a run through some old house. i thought we could try them together,” ellie tells you, motioning towards the infused gummy candies. “i hope they’re still good.” then she quickly adds, “and the flowers are just for you. i dunno… i thought they were pretty.”

“they are pretty,” you tell her. just like you. “thank you, els.”

“yeah, it’s no problem. i wanted to give you something special today, since it’s… yaknow…”

you giggle, absolutely loving how awkward and flustered your girlfriend is getting.

“our three months,” you finish for her. ellie breathes deeply, smiling at you. she hums lightly, walking over to the side of the table where you sit in your chair. a few minutes ago, ellie had instructed you (multiple times) to sit down and close your eyes so she can lay out the gifts. “okay, close your eyes,” she had said. “are they closed? keep them closed. okay, i’m coming out now.”

it was very important to ellie that you closed your eyes, apparently. but you thought she was adorable, so you didn’t interject.

now you still sit in your chair, butterflies rumbling in your stomach as ellie creeps up behind you, rubbing her firm hands on your shoulders and ever-so-lightly over the baby hairs on the back of your neck. her touch is so soft despite her fingers being rough and calloused from years of guitar playing and handling weapons. they graze your skin for a few seconds, just enough to leave goosebumps that ellie definitely notices, because she giggles quietly to herself and says, “you’re cute,” in that tiny happy voice that you love so much.

“shut up,” you croak, even though you never want her to stop talking. you would never want to stop hearing her compliments, her corny jokes, her praises and her embarrassed laughter. but it’s okay, ellie knows you’re just messing around.

“how bout we try a few of these?” ellie suggests mischievously, grabbing the bag of edibles and waving it slightly in the air.

“fuck it, let’s do it,” you tell her, and ellie rips open the bag, taking two of the gummies for herself and handing you another two.

“on three?” ellie holds both gummies over her mouth, waiting to drop them in.

“you’re so dramatic,” you laugh, nudging her in the ribs as she chews on the edibles. you take yours as well, and then the two of you find yourselves huddled in bed together waiting for them to kick in. ellie has turned the lights off, letting only a small sliver of the now purple sky seep in from her partially covered window. she lies flat on her back to the left of you, breathing hard enough for you to visibly see her chest and stomach slightly expanding and deflating with each inhale and exhale. next to her, you lay on your side, legs curled up to your stomach and your head on ellie’s shoulder. her hands lazily tangle themselves in your hair. you know it’ll be a mess to fix later, but it feels so soothing and euphoric in the moment that you don’t stop her. the two of you are mostly silent; every now and then a small hum will escape from ellie’s throat, or you’ll grunt as you shift positions next to her. you think you can feel the edibles kicking in. you feel a hazy sense of relaxation, but mostly just tiredness.

“you feel it yet?” you ask ellie.

“mmm, i dunno. maybe?”

your chin nestles closer to your girlfriend’s body, tucking itself away right in the nook of her collarbone.

“someone must have missed me,” ellie teases, and you can already see the smirk on her face even though you’re not looking directly at it right now. but yes, you did miss her. days when ellie has patrol are always the worst ones (not to mention the fact that she was gone for most of today, your three month anniversary.) she’ll be gone all day, sometimes even multiple in a row, leaving you behind to occupy yourself. of course, you still have work to do, but that work sadly doesn’t include spending time with your girlfriend on patrol. you always miss her and long for her company during those days, but her return makes everything worth it, especially when she’s breathless and giddy from the pure adrenaline of being out or when she’s missed you so much that the first thing she does is envelop you in the tightest hug you’ve ever felt.

“i did,” you reply to ellie, fake pouting. “i hate when you leave me.”

“aw, well that’s no good, baby,” ellie frowns, tucking a strand of hair back behind your ear. “let me make it up to you.”

you hum, repositioning yourself to face her directly as she looks at you with pure adoration in her eyes. “how?” you ask her.

“shhh,” ellie whispers, almost inaudibly. her pointer finger meets your lips in a way to silence you, and then it slowly pulls on your bottom lip, making room for ellie’s mouth to reach yours. her soft, pink lips brush softly against your own, almost like she’s sampling your taste. then, as if she’s decided she likes the flavor, they come crashing into you all at once. it’s gentle and it’s passionate and it’s fiery and it’s intoxicating and it’s nurturing all at the same time. it drives you mad, the way her simple touches and gestures can entrance you so deeply. her hand cradles the back of your head, her other one rested lazily on your waist as it plays with the hem of your t-shirt and slides back and forth on your bare skin. after pulling apart only to breathe, ellie’s eyes stare into yours. her lips are wetted a little bit from your saliva, and her eyes are literally gleaming.

after a few seconds of staring, ellie bites her lip, giggling. “ugh, it’s kicking in now,” she groans, burying her face in your chest.

you pull her closer, secretly inhaling the earthy scent of her hair.

“you’re smelling my hair,” ellie declares. so much for secretly.

“no i wasn’t,” you lie, making your voice high and shrill on purpose.

“fuck off,” ellie giggles, picking up her head and playfully pushing you backwards. in return, you grip her wrists, pinning her down closer to your body. “mmm,” she grumbles.

“you’re so cute,” you murmur to yourself. ellie looks up at you, pressing a light kiss on the tip of your nose.

after a moment of peaceful silence, ellie speaks up. “happy three months, babe,” her voice is gentle and sweet, a fierce coat of genuineness behind it.

you smile, your cheek pressing into hers as you snuggle up next to her. “i love you, angel baby,” you hum.

“angel baby…” ellie considers. “that’s a new one.”

“just trying it out.”

with a soft smile, ellie’s eyelids flutter shut, and she squirms closer to you, your warm bodies radiating heat off each other. your hand finds itself back on her head, slowly tracing each one of her facial features. you draw over each inch of skin with your fingertip, making slow, purposeful movements with each stroke. her breath is steady against your skin and your other arm wraps around her and holds her close as if you were guarding her, protecting her from everything that stands outside of this room.

in this room, with just you and ellie in the dim lighting, lulled by only the sound of ellie’s soft snoring, you are safe.

[rkxeve]

lost

[ tw: anxiety, description of a panic attack ]

jinri is in a funk. she’s been in it for weeks now, maybe even months -- since the announcement of royal’s survival show being open to all samsung trainees, and her equally sudden decisions to sign up and then quickly pull out again. that bothered her for most of the month of april, never fully leaving her head and constantly plaguing her with doubt. should i have done it? could i have won, debuted sooner? how much longer will i have to wait now that i’ve decided to stay with sphere, passed up that opportunity?

but that didn’t bother her for long after their april evaluation. she poured maybe a little too much of her soul into it, and managed to have another long talk with luna afterwards -- one of their first since the almost-fight that prompted jinri to pull out of the show. jinri refused to let herself be miserable over the show any longer -- she’d made her choice, so it was pointless to keep doubting herself like that. 

then rachel showed up.

she started a group chat with luna and jinri out of the blue in the middle of may, telling them that she was back in seoul and wanted to go to lunch. they agreed, of course, having missed her since she left sphere and korea altogether, going off to explore the world or go home to london or something, jinri didn’t know. she’d never really had time to keep up with rachel’s goings-on, but she tried to keep up with her through instagram and twitter as much as she could. 

the day of the lunch, she and luna walk out of the sphere building to head for the nearby restaurant where they agreed to meet -- this particular restaurant being a favorite of many sphere trainees, thanks to its quick service, cheap food, and proximity to the sphere building. and although jinri should be excited to see her friend again, she’s bothered by a nagging feeling in the back of her mind, some sort of weird gut feeling that something isn’t right. 

and when the first thing rachel says after they’ve ordered their food is “i’ve actually been back for a few months already,” and jinri watches luna’s eyebrows rise incredulously, she knows that her gut feeling was right, and this lunch probably isn’t going to go well. 

she loses her appetite very quickly once their food arrives, as rachel tries to explain what’s been happening in her life, and luna only asks: why wait so long to tell them she’s back, and why leave to begin with if she was just going to come back so soon?

and even as luna practically storms back to the sphere building after they pay for their food ( of which jinri ate very little ) and leave, jinri hears some of rachel’s points echoing in her mind. 

she’s happy. she went off and traveled and found herself or whatever, and now she’s away from the industry and she’s happy. 

my whole life, i’ve been trying to get into the industry. now i am, and i’m still no closer to my goal than i was two and a half years ago. how many more years will it take? will reaching my goal even make me happy, or will i always want more? 

i’ve barely seen the world, yet i’ve signed my life over to a company for who knows how much longer. how long will my dream take? is it even worth it?

hard as she tries to ignore those thoughts, jinri is still plagued by them for the next several weeks, right up to their evaluations, which only have her more stressed out because she has no idea how to prepare. 

she’s spent most of her free practice time since meeting with rachel either working out or working on her dancing, finding that the physical activity is one of the easiest methods for her to clear her mind while she’s at training. so when they gathered all the trainees together and told them they were to perform in their strongest skill, jinri’s stomach sinks, because she’s hardly been practicing singing outside of her vocal lessons. she isn’t even confident in her ability to sing an acapella song on the fly. 

but she has no choice but to try, so she steps up, feeling more nauseous and shaky than she did before all her mga performances -- possibly even worse, because while those were arguably higher stakes, she had spent ages preparing for each one, down to the last detail. this has been sprung on her, and she’s spent half the month preparing the wrong skill, out of pure selfishness and wanting to escape her own mind for a while.

she sings a song from her workout playlist, one she likes to run to for its loud chorus and fast beat, despite it seeming, at first listen, like a ballad. her voice is a little shaky on the breaths, but nothing too bad -- and as she clears the first verse, then the chorus without any major hiccups, she gains confidence. 

but her voice cracks partway through the second verse, and though she continues without missing a beat, she can hear the tremor in the lyrics now, can feel how her lungs aren’t getting enough air for the power she’s trying to sing with, can tell that everything is falling apart. 

she scrambles to try to save it anyway, though, a mental image of her own fingers slipping off the edge of a cliff popping into her mind. it doesn’t help in the least, especially when, as her voice trembles enough to cut off a word, she sees one of her hands slip entirely from the cliff face, her body dangling from a few fingertips over an expansive darkness. 

her breaths become even thinner, and when the high note comes, she knows she won’t be able to hit it, knows she doesn’t have the breath or power or confidence to make it. but she tries anyway, and her voice breaks almost immediately, the note breaking off and leaving the room in dead silence for the longest two seconds of jinri’s life. then she picks up with the backtrack lyrics that go below the high notes, and manages to finish out the song while barely holding her voice together, though it’s lost a lot of its power. 

as soon as she’s dismissed off stage, jinri rushes to the nearest unlocked door she can find that’s away from everyone, away from the stage, refusing to make eye contact with anyone as she feels hot tears slide down her cheeks. she finds herself in a supply closet, and crouches in the floor between a mop bucket and a vacuum and breaks into tears. 

failure. what kind of singer are you? what kind of singing was that? baek jiyoung had you sing with her at the gayos, for fuck’s sake. that was terrible, absolutely horrible. remember that video, from the mgas? choi jinri can’t sing? this is the kind of thing it came from. and it was right. 

she can hardly breathe between her sobs, and her chest tightens with the need for air, but she can’t manage to get any into her lungs. it’s like her throat’s closed up, so that the only things that can make it through are choked sobs and thin wheezes. she fumbles for her phone, somehow manages to call her mom through her blurry vision, and listens as her mother coaches her through breathing, tells her that once she calms down things will be better. she listens as, once jinri is breathing steadily, her mother prays for her, and jinri leans her back against the door and offers up a prayer of her own. 

she sits in that closet for almost twenty minutes, even staying for a few minutes after she hangs up with her mother, with a promise to call her back later, when she’s at home. she’s certain her face is still red and puffy when she walks out, but she keeps her chin high anyway. 

because if she doesn’t act like she’s confident, like she knows what she’s doing, she knows she’s just going to fall apart again. 

[battinscn]

DEJA VU — muggle au! dark! draco malfoy x f! reader

CONTENT WARNING: drunk driving/ death/ hallucinations/ blood/ underaged drinking

SUMMARY: draco inevitably experiences deja vu

WC/ AVG. READING TIME: 1376 words/ 7 minutes

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𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘶

"I DON'T THINK you should be driving as gone as you are right now," you slurred as you stumbled into draco's arms.

"i'd only had a few pina coladas and some shots, i'll be alright," his breath reeked of alcohol as he tried his best to hold you up despite being as drunk as you are.

"just get in," draco opened the door of his car and buckled you in.

you lived in a rather quiet neighbourhood that was filled with oaps. that meant the streets were empty and deserted by the time the sun had set.

draco had dozed off while on the wheel and when he had shook himself awake, the car was already driving towards a lamppost.

𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮

"one strawberry ice cream please," you ordered from the gelato man.

"sorry, that bloke ordered the last one." he pointed to the blonde haired teenager who was at the cash register.

"malfoy?" you tapped on his shoulder.

"oh hi y/l/n." draco greeted after having paid the till.

you and draco were in similar friend groups, but you did not know him well.

𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰

"sorry for taking the last of the ice cream," he apologised.

"i'll forgive you if you share it with me," you quipped cheekily.

"i don't see why not," draco then asked the gelato man for another pink plastic spoon.

"oh. you're being serious," you blinked hard, not expecting him to actually share the gelato with you.

"why wouldn't i be? come on then," draco nudged his head towards an empty table in the gelato shop and you followed.

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴

you were in one of your school's empty classrooms that were turned into a studying room students could use whenever for their preparations for a levels.

you had just finished your last math question from the practice paper and slammed your pen onto he table.

draco, who had been sitting opposite you had coincidentally finished his as well.

"i'm bloody exhausted," you boyfriend stretched his sore limbs.

you got up from your chair and walked over to his seat, pulling his uniform jacket off the back of the wooden chair he was sitting on.

you slipped your arms into the sleeves and looked down to see how it was so big that it fell below your skirt.

"you're telling me you lot get pockets!" you exclaimed while opened the jacket a bit to show the inside pockets that lined the black slik.

draco got up from his chair and reached over to grab your jacket you had messily sprawled onto the table you were sitting at, putting it on.

it was obviously too tight for draco's broad frame and when he had tried to button it up, the button had popped off.

𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 '𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶

"oh..my..god..you look ridiculous," you knocked your head back in a fit of giggles.

"i'll get your jacket fixed i promised," draco picked up the button, holding back a few chuckles himself.

𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳

draco was out with his girlfriend of two years, a girl he had met while in uni.

"so, you never really told me about your love life before me. were you just as terrible with girls when you were a teenager or..." she asked in a teasing manner.

draco felt his blood go cold as he stuttered out an answer, "e-er there was no one else before you."

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘵𝘰𝘰

draco had brought her to a resaurant that you and him used the frequent.

you loved sitting outside as it had a nice view of pebbled shoreline.

"oh! can we sit outside? the view's gorgeous," his girlfriend said in which draco merely nodded his head and let the waiter lead the couple to the empty table in the outdoor area.

𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭

"this place is absolute lovely, how come we've never been?" she leaned her chin on her palm as she admired how the waves would crash against the rocks.

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥

"i only found out about this place last week, guess we should come here more," draco offered a small smile as he busied himself with the wine selection.

𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘦́𝘫𝘢̀ 𝘷𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶

as his girlfriend went on about her day, draco's eyes trailed over to the table right behind the one they were currently sitting at.

draco's eyes widened when he saw your face.

he blinked quickly to clear his blurry vision and shook his head, when he looked back again, your figure was thankfully replaced by an older grey-haired woman.

𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘶

"what flavour?" draco asked his girlfriend.

"strawberry please," she thanked him and went off to find somewhere in the shop to sit.

𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘰𝘰

draco set the cup down with two plastic spoons messily stuck onto the scoop of ice cream.

"thank you," the young woman picked the spoon up and licked the ice cream off with a smile.

𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸

"i'm sorry y/n, i'm so sorry," draco sobbed as he hugged your unconscious and bloody body.

the airbag had failed to deploy and you had knocked your head onto the dashboard.

your body fell limp as draco scrambled over to the passenger side and pulled the door open.

"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry," draco cried into your chest as he noticed how your heart was not beating.

he brought his finger up to your nostrils and could not feel your breath.

draco pushed your body away from him in a panicked and frantic state.

he ran his hands through his hair as he paced around the car, "fuck fuck fuck," he cursed under his breath.

he was doomed. he could kiss his life goodbye. not only had he been drinking underaged, his birthday a mere three days away, he had driven while under the influence.

he chewed on the nail on his thumb as your lifeless body laid in his car.

this could destory his future. he was a malfoy, for christ sake. his father was running for mayor and his mother owned one of the largest skincare companies in the whole of europe.

if it ever got out that the draco malfoy was a second degree murderor, him and his family's life would fall apart in an instant.

and draco malfoy could not let that happen.

he looked around the empty street and noticed how there was still no people or cars around.

he also knew how there were no traffic cameras along any of the roads in the town due to his father's campaigning goal to ensure that every street in your town would be equipped with one.

draco quickly shut the pasenger door and drove away from the broken lamppost.

he decided he would just tell his father he had knocked into it on accident.

draco drove to the bridge that was built to help drivers cross the lake separating your town and the neighbouring one.

(𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘦́𝘫𝘢̀ 𝘷𝘶)

"i'm sorry y/n, i love you," draco apologised one last time as he carried you bridal style over the railing of the bridge and let your body roll out of his arms, only to crash into the ominous dark water.

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1. “Don’t give me false hope.”

23. “You. I just need you right now.”

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You didn't really consider yourself a villain, more like, someone with questionable morals. In your eyes, you were in the right... You were fighting for something bigger than yourself... something important. There just happened to be... collateral damage at times. That made you the bad guy in many people's narratives.

It wasn't like you asked for the power to turn any liquid into poison. It wasn't like you asked for your trauma. Good and bad, they weren't black and white. People who appeared good, could be bad and vice versa. Powerful people do bad things and get away with it, and the good people are left to pay the price.

  Without delving into the horror show that was your childhood, you had experience some bad shit. You knew early on that power was corrupt and people loved to pray on the weak and innocent. So, when you discovered your powers, accidentally, at the ripe age of 8... You got a taste of what it felt like to make those people pay. One little tap, and the bad people would be gone. One accidental brush and they couldn't hurt you anymore. You could protect the ones that had no one in their corner. You could use your powers for something good... by doing something bad.

The problem, is that no matter how many times you tried to fix the injustices in the world, things never got better. You never felt safe. Tracking down the man that single handedly ruined your life became an obsession... a goal. Part of you knew that removing him from the world wouldn't fill that hole inside if you... but that was something you were going to have to figure out yourself. You kept telling yourself that if you could just make him pay for his heinous acts... you could finally relax and enjoy your life.

So, that's what you did. You worked to track down that man, while on the side operating as a hit-woman for cash. You had strict rules, you only helped women and only went after abusers, child kidnappers... well, you get the picture. In your own messed up way, you thought you were doing something good. The media, however, loved to paint you as some mistress of darkness. Killing powerful men for the thrill of it. You never cared to correct them, it wasn't like they often listened to the opinions of women... or villains.

  The hypocrisy in society filled you with anger. If a hero 'accidentally' kills a bad guy in the heat of battle, they are rewarded and praised. If you kill a bad guy, suddenly you are a threat that has to be neutralized.

Most of the heroes that were sent after you were a nuisance. Easy enough to evade or deal with... but annoying enough that it slowed down your efforts. They attacked without provocation, often harming innocent civilians around them. Too many people you worked to save had been killed by heroes who were after you.

  There was only one hero that you respected. He was the only hero that wasn't in it for the glory or money, but genuinely because he wanted to make a difference. He took on jobs no matter the size, and only initiated combat once everyone was evacuated. You looked up to him.

He went by the hero name, DK... you had no idea why or what his real name was. Your first run in with him had been... well interesting to say the least. DK controlled light, could bend and alter it to his will, use it to warm or to incinerate. Flashy quirk to go along with his sunshine demeanour.

  The first time he captured you, he told you that you weren't a bad person, that he knew all the good you did. Proceeded to let you go with a 'stern warning'. You long gave up trying to understand what went through his mind. That incident happened 2 years ago now... and while you didn't stop going after your goal... you did try and alter your approaches to things.

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  DK made you want to be a better person... but you had a hard time letting go of your grudge and past.

  "Why do you keep coming after me when you know you can't catch me?" you taunted the hero, flashing him a cocky smirk.

"Who said I was even trying to catch you?" DK shot back, circling you, hands lit up in pulsing blue light. You had long learned his attack style and patterns. Blue meant minor electrical shock, green was stun and red was the bad one. He had never once tried to use red on you, and even the intensity of his blue light was not strong enough to incapacitate. DK was right, he wasn't trying to catch you, at least not seriously.

  "You could make a great hero, y/n. You haven't killed anyone in over a year, don't think I haven't been keeping track. You, at most, give people a mild stomach ache. Get them down long enough for you to get those people you help away." DK explained, grinning when your cheeks flushed red.

"So what, you're trying to recruit me now?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his words. He wasn't wrong.

"I have things I have to finish... there are still people out there that are involved in very bad things" you jaw tensed as you thought about that man. You were tempted... so very tempted to take DK up on his offer. You would have a life where you weren't always on the run, weren't always looking over your shoulder.

"Then let's work together..." DK pleaded, stepping closer towards you but not lowering his guard.

  "We can solve whatever problem it is together, and with the law on our side. Can you trust me? Trust that I'll do everything in my power to help?" DK continued. You waivered, he made it sound so easy. Like, if the two of your worked together there was nothing you couldn't do. But reality, it wasn't easy, it was anything but. You scowled and shook your head.

"Don't give me false hope. Don't tell me that you can solve all my problems, fight all my demons, like it's just a walk in the park. It's complicated... the things that man has done..." you shuddered, glaring at DK. How dare he come in here and condescend. He didn't know what you had been through. He didn't know the extent of which that man still had control over you.

  "I can't help you unless you talk to me" DK tried again, but his posture was looser, part of him aware that he had already lost this battle of wills.

  "And talking to you will put my entire plan at risk... I'm sorry, I have to do this" you shut him down. In a quick motion you leaned down and touched the puddle at your feet, turning it into a highly corrosive poison. You fell to the floor below before sprinting off, leaving a forlorn hero in your wake.

»»————-　♡　————-««  Everything was almost ready to go, tonight you would exact the revenge you had been planning for 19 years. You would finally be able to relax after this, or so you told yourself.

  It was a simple plan really, but was not without flaws. The biggest flaw being that man's family would get caught in the crossfire. You told yourself you were okay with this. This was your only shot, you had to take it.

  You were careful with your planning not trusting anyone with information on the whole plan. Most of it would be done yourself. You just had to get into his mansion control room and touch the sprinklers, and then it would all be over. You follow through the motions, bribing the guards to sneak onto the premises. Everything was working out perfectly, you made it to the control room without incident. You just had to make contact with the pipes now, just one touch is all it would take.

"You don't want to do this" A voice pleaded with you, causing you to jump and quickly retract your hand. DK, of course it was DK.

  "Don't" you snapped, looking between the hero and the pipe.

"y/n... you don't hurt children, that's not who you are" DK spoke slow, stepping closer to you. You screwed your eyes shut... he was right... but...

"I won't have this chance again... I can't..." your voice broke. You wanted to demand why he was here, how he knew what you were up to and why he felt so determined to stop you. But you were tired, so tired.

  "Doing this... it won't make you feel better. It won't right the wrongs of the past" DK continued, causing you to flinch.

  "You don't know that..." you whispered, but leaned back away from the water main.

  "What do you want from me? Why won't you just leave me alone?" you asked, tears threatening to overflow now.

  "You. I just need you right now" DK stated, hesitantly reaching out. "I need you to not throw your life away on someone who is not worth it. I need you to trust me, just this once" DK's voice was steady, calming. You contemplated his words, so tempted to just reach out and put an end to all of this. After a few tense moments you nodded, sighing. Your body went limp as you fell into his hold.

  "Okay" you whispered. "I'll trust you"

[liumoonlight]

Jung Subin x You x Han Seung Woo~Honest Mistake

Summary: You were in love with Seungwoo. He was the man of your dreams, until he broke your heart. Enter Subin, a mysterious individual you had a faithful encounter with. He was someone you began to slowly fall in love with, but you knew nothing much about him. Would you tell him the truth, or keep your feelings to yourself?

Genre: Fluff, Heartbreak, Cheating, Possible Romance

Pairing: Reader x Han Seungwoo (Ex Boyfriend)~Reader x Jung Subin!

WC: 1376

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Love. An expression of feelings for someone. You always felt if you told someone you loved them, they’d feel the same way. For you that was Seungwoo. He was the love of your life. He was everything that you had ever asked for in a guy. He was the person you saw your entire life with, until he wasn’t anymore. For 3 years what came with happiness also came with sadness. As your relationship grew, you felt him growing apart from you. You would do your best to make him smile, but nothing seemed to work. You would cook for him, go on dates, and even try to change yourself for him, but nothing seemed to work. You felt like you were running out of options, and out of time. You knew you were losing him, but you didn’t wanna think about that ever happening.

“I’m going out y/n. Please don’t wait up for me.”

“Again? I-I thought that we could spend some time together… What could be so important that y-“

“It’s guys night. Maybe another time.”

“Fine…”

He gave you a weak kiss on the cheek making you feel less than special. You always wondered what did you do for things to be this way between you two. You always saw yourself as the problem. You could never blame him for anything.

“Where could he be going? Why does he always leave….?

You did your best to keep yourself from overthinking. You didn’t wanna think he was doing other than what he said he was doing, but you couldn’t help but think there was more than that going on. You eventually stopped yourself from overthinking, and made your way to your bedroom. You laid in bed by yourself wishing that your boyfriend was there, but he was no where to be found. You sat up waiting even though he said not to. It was 2:00 a.m when he finally walked through the door.

“I thought I said not to wait up for me.”

“Well I’m sorry for being a concerned girlfriend… you’re just now getting home. Where were you?”

“I told you I was out with the guys.”

“But until 2 in the morning. I-“

“I’m not going to argue with you y/n.”

“Whatever…”

He walked past you, throwing his phone down. He made his way to the bathroom closing the door behind him. You waited for him to get out, but he took forever. Growing tired of waiting, you decided to just go to sleep. You laid in bed slowly dozing off, until you heard a phone ringing. It was your boyfriend’s phone. By the time you picked it up it had stopped ringing. You couldn’t see who it was because he had his notifications muted in his phone. Thankfully you knew his password to get into his phone. You scrolled through his phone until you came across a name that you weren’t familiar with, “My Boo Bear 💓😘”. You saw all the messages when he was lying to you about where he was. You saw where he was saying he loved her. That sent a chill to your heart. The one thing that you didn’t believe was happening turned to be true. Your boyfriend was cheating. Reality set in at that moment. He walked out to you crying.

“So who is she Han?”

He knew you were serious whenever you called him Han. He knew he couldn’t lie his way out of it. He was caught.

“I’m sorry…”

“Wow…after all this time this is what you have been doing behind my back? How long Han? How long has it been?”

He put his face down in shame. He was caught. He didn’t know what to say.

“I’ve known her since before we got together. I’ve been in love with her for years. I was unsure but I know now that she’s the one I wanna be with. I didn’t know how to tell you.”

You were hurt as you heard those words come out of his mouth. It all made sense now. All the times he wasn’t interested in anything you did with him. All the nights he would leave you alone. It was no denying it anymore, he was so unhappy being with you.

“I can’t believe you… after everything I did for you. Breaking up with me would’ve a lot easier to do…”

“Y/n I’m sorry it’s come to this. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore. You didn’t know who the person was in front of you. Seeing his word were falling on deaf ears, He grabbed his bag, and made his way to the door. You wanted to stop him but at this point what good would it do? He wasn’t happy with you.

“I’m sorry…”

And there it was. Your relationship was over. You fell to your knees crying your eyes out. The man you thought you were spending your life with just walked out the door without thinking twice. You had felt this so many times before but this one felt different. You gave everything to this man. You cut off loved ones and friends for him. You gave him your word that you would never break his heart, but did he keep his? He was gone, leaving you to pick the pieces of your broken heart up off the ground.

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A year and a half passed from that night. You were still trying to heal from the pain that he caused you. You would see him out and about every once in awhile. He seemed to be doing good for himself. He was still talking to same girl that he cheated on you with. You would them all hugged up at the same market that you and him had shopped at. You hoped that he would recognize you, but it was like you were a ghost to him now. He wasn’t the only one that changed. You did as well. You had colored your hair from jet black to a frosty blue color, and cut most of your hair off. You dressed a lot more common outside of the casual outfits you were used to wearing when you were with him. Your personality was still the same, but you were more guarded when it came to your heart. You hadn’t talked, or dated anyone since your last relationship. You were focused on yourself. The thoughts of dating would cross your mind every now and then, but you would quickly dismiss the idea of dating again. You got your head straight, and made your way to the market. You made your way downtown in a hurry. You rushed and ran through the crowded downtown area to get into the market.

“Ack!”

“Oww!”

You were so focused on getting to the market that you didn’t pay attention to what was in front of you. You had ran into another person. You came back to your senses when you saw that you had knocked his items out of his bags.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! Are you ok?”

“Ahh my head… I’m so sorry miss. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. Are you ok?”

“Yes I-“

You froze as you stared at the guy in front of you. He was handsome. You were captivated by his dark colored eyes, silver colored hair, and his pleasant attitude.

“Y-yes I’m ok. I’m so sorry let me help you.”

“Thank you. Again I’m so sorry.”

“Its ok.”

He help you up to your feet, bowed his head, and was on his way. You watched as he walked off through the crowd. You hadn’t seen him around town before. Was he new? What was his name? Where was he from? You continued walking to the market wondering if you would see him again.

A/N: Sorry for the delay with this one! I went back and rewrote the story. I honestly think this is much better than the first draft of the story. Victon is one of my fav groups btw 😊. I have more stuff coming soon! Enjoy! Also readers/writers feel free to interact with me. If there are any changes you would like to the story please feel free to let me know! Part 2 coming soon!

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Dramione Valentine Exchange Masterlist

All in all, we wound up with 101 entries [totaling 130,433 words] to the Dramione Valentine Exchange Collection! That is incredible for our first run with this event and Floor & I want to thank each and every one of you for your participation. This masterlist is sorted alphabetically by penname of the gifter!

anne_ammons - @anneamm​

Another Thing Indeed | Fic | WC: 665 

articcat621 - @articcat621​

Forgive Me Flowers | Fic | WC: 307  Starting Over | Fic | WC: 263  The Real Me | Fic | WC: 207 

Caitlincheri28 - @caitlincheri28​

I Just Need You | Fic | WC: 581  The Moment I Knew | Fic | WC: 794  Who's Your Valentine? | Fic | WC: 524 

cnova - @eccentricallyfabulous​

A love for all phases | Fic | WC: 595  Be Mine | Graphic  Stellarum | Fic | WC: 623

crochetaway - @crochetawayhpff​

After Party | Fic | WC: 302 Fertility | Fic | WC: 380 Fleeting Moments | Fic | WC: 542 

dirtymudblood - @dirty-mudblood​

Draco Malfoy: Anti-Valentine | Fic | WC: 868 Hello Again | Fic | WC: 602 Notice-Me-Not | Fic | WC: 568

dreamsofdramione  - @dreamsofdramione​

Competitive Streak | Fic | WC: 219 Cover Me | Fic | WC: 951 Cyclical | Fic | WC: 1339 Fluidity | Fic | WC: 526  [Graphic] Waterproof Makeup Ain't Made for a Breakup | Graphic [Graphic] The Park Bench Kiss | Graphic [Graphic] Why? | Graphic [Graphic] Meddling Cupid | Graphic [Graphic] Standard of Care | Graphic [Graphic] Sunset | Graphic [Graphic] Try This Trick and Spin It | Graphic

feelingofthesea - @feelingofthesea​

Longing | Fic | WC: 907  What If | Fic | WC: 384 

floorcoaster - @floorcoaster​

Actions Speak Louder | Fic | WC: 4834 Constellation Prize | Fic | WC: 4408 Lifetime Love | Fic | WC: 915  Linger | Fic | WC: 3317  Lucky Catch | Fic | WC: 4851  Open Doors | Fic | WC: 2038 Tranquility | Fic | WC: 448  Twist of Fate | Fic | WC: 5420 

FrankieFrancesFrancis_badcouldbeverse - @badcouldbeverse​

Owl Post | Fic | WC: 1331  Pansy Longbottom and the Problematic Seating Plan | Fic | WC: 1046  Slow Burn | Fic | WC: 2328 

hslades - @hslades​

A Night at the Opera | Fic | WC: 1090  Devil in Her Heart | Fic | WC: 3284  Rome, Paris, Versailles | Fic | WC: 665 

inadaze22 - @inadaze22​

A New Journey | Fic | WC: 756  Snow | Fic | WC: 516  Sugary Secrets | Fic | WC: 835 

JessiRomantic

Redemption in a Hopeless Place | Fic | WC: 3951 

kiwi05622 - @kiwi05622​​

Destination Unknown | Fic | WC: 5994 I'll Wait | Fic | WC: 3216  Why Not Me? | Fic | WC: 9472 

KrysKrossZee 

A Valentine's Wedding | Fic | WC: 662  Speechless | Fic | WC: 3659  Valentine's Ball | Graphic 

LeilahMoon - @leilahmoon​​

I'm Yours | Fic | WC: 578  In Your Eyes | Fic | WC: 897 Wonder | Fic | WC: 669 

LionLadyBee - @lionladybee​​

Admiration | Graphic First Kiss | Graphic What Kind of Candy? | Fic | WC: 524

Lostinthenightrain - @lostinthenightrain-blog​​

Elven Wine | Fic | WC: 578  INKED | Fic | WC: 450 London Fog | Fic | WC: 403 Not Enough | Fic | WC: 386 

Misdemeanor1331 - @misdemeanor1331​​

Out of the Blue | Fic | WC: 1176 Stranded | Fic | WC: 1045 The Examination | Fic | WC: 708 This Singular Night | Fic | WC: 1408

NuclearNik - @nuclearnik​​

Yours, Draco | Graphic

nztina - @nztinawrites​​​

Cliche | Fic | WC: 2127 Solid Gold | Fic | WC: 1736 Villa Rustica | Fic | WC: 2677

PacificRimbaud - @pacific-rimbaud​​

A Woman of Independent Means | Fic | WC: 5023 Candyfloss [Art] | Graphic What Was Lost, and What Remains | Fic | WC: 1857 Write What You Know | Fic | WC: 1723

rennaissance_woman

St. Valentine's Day | Graphic The Paintball Incident | Fic | WC: 448 The Perfect Gift | Fic | WC: 469

SeaKays 

Its the Climb | Fic | WC: 925  Romance at Its Finest? | Fic | WC: 1269  Stronger than The Powers So Dark | Fic | WC: 2023

Somandalicious - @somandalicious​​

Doorstop Declarations | Fic | WC: 636 The Ricochet Effect | Fic | WC: 3595 The Tower | Fic | WC: 235

sportivetricks - @sportivetricks​​

Try this Trick and Spin It | Fic | WC: 1010 

TakingFlight48 - @takingflight48​​

Be Mine | Fic | WC: 1416  Six Weeks | Fic | WC: 2490  The Enigmatic Canvas | Fic | WC: 3143  The Gifts | Fic | WC: 761

Tygermine - @tygermine​​

Bows and Arrows | Fic | WC: 671  Let's Get It On | Fic | WC: 300 The Singles Table | Fic | WC: 694 

weestarmeggie - @im-a-monster-fucking-princess​​

For Science (It Doesn't mean Anything) | Fic | WC: 556 I Think I'm Falling (I'm Falling for You) | Fic | WC: 759 I'll Be Your love (be everything that you need) | Fic | WC: 366 

WhatSoMalfoy - @whatsomalfoy​​

Room Number Six | Fic | WC: 1097 Thank You, Perdita | Fic | WC: 1501 The Definition of Insanity | Fic | WC: 1376

wish123 - @wish123dramione​​

A Different Kind of Romance | Fic | WC: 575  Who Doesn't Like Chocolate? | Fic | WC: 1557  Written Warning | Fic | WC: 1342 

[starl1ght-child]

Enthralled

Rezyl Azzir x F!Non-Guardian OC

Chapter 7 : TRANSMISSION [ WC 1.1K ]

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[ GHOST TRANSMISSION ID 1372 ] 

[ TRANSMISSION TYPE: AUDIO RECORDING ]

REZYL:  I’m so sorry I had to leave you like that.  I wanted to tell you sooner, I really did, but I’ll be totally honest with you, paramour, I had been dreading telling you from the moment I found out.  I knew you wouldn’t be happy and you would try to convince me to stay if you had the time to come up with an argument.  And I probably would have, too.  I understand if you’re angry with me and don’t even want to listen to these, but… [sighs]  Look.  I’m sorry.  I really am.  

Anyways… I promised I would give you updates so… Hassa, Tovar and I have been tracking these Fallen for a few days.  We’re hoping they’ll lead us right to their Kell’s Ketch.  There’s not much else to say about it right now… But it’s been a few days since we’ve gotten some sleep so we set up a camp to rest and eat and we’re going to pick it up again early in the morning.  So uh… yeah.  I think that’s it.

This is Rezyl Azzir signing off.  I hope you’re sleeping better than I am, paramour.  Good night.

—end of transmission—

[ GHOST TRANSMISSION ID 1373 ]

[ TRANSMISSION TYPE:  AUDIO RECORDING ]

REZYL:  It’s about… I dunno, midnight or just past it.  I know it’s late and it’s been several days since I’ve sent you a message, but it’s kind of hard when we’re either riding for days on our sparrows or in the middle of skirmishes and ambushes.  Like today, we managed to get an ambush set up on a Captain and it’s crew.  I’ll spare you the details since I know how you feel about the damned things, but the short version is that it was a successful ambush.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t like this.  I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy being back out in the field.  Conflict is simple, it’s as second nature as breathing.  And while we are at war, there will always be conflict.  Out here it’s a simple matter of who’s good and who’s bad.  It’s a lot better than the politics in the City.

Man, I hate politics.

But I would also be lying if I said I didn’t miss home.  I know it’s only been a week and a half, but… I miss you, paramour.  

This is Rezyl Azzir signing off.  Sleep well, Rilea.

—end of transmission—

[ GHOST TRANSMISSION ID 1376 ] 

[ TRANSMISSION TYPE:  AUDIO RECORDING ]

REZYL:  We’re getting close, paramour.  I know it.  Each fight or ambush gives us more information and more leads.  We’re going for days on the trail until we’re all exhausted and at this point I think we’re all running on fumes.  We’re finally sitting down for a break and—

TOVAR:  Hey, Rezyl, catch.

[pause]

REZYL:  Thanks, Tovar.  We’re taking a break to recuperate and fix up a plan for when we find this Ketch so we can finish this. 

[silence]

REZYL:  I’m really sorry these messages are so few and far between.  I thought I’d have more time to send them to you.  I’ll be honest, I don’t know how long it’s been since I last sent one to you… Ghost says it’s been about a week, maybe a little longer.  And I’ll admit, I forget that a week is a long time for you to go without hearing from me.  It’s just hard when we only take breaks once every few days, but most times it’s longer than that. 

And I owe you a lot when I get home.

This is Rezyl Azzir signing off.  Sweet dreams, Rilea.  And I promise you, I’m coming home.

—end of transmission—

[ GHOST TRANSMISSION ID 1380 ] 

[ TRANSMISSION TYPE: AUDIO RECORDING ]

HASSA:  Calling that girl again, Rezyl?  We’ve gotta go.

REZYL:  I know, Hassa, I’ll make it quick.

HASSA:  We don’t really have a lot of time!

REZYL:  Shove it, I said I’ll be quick.

REZYL:  So, we managed to locate the Ketch and we’re going to launch an assault in less than an hour.  I just wanted to call you before we head out.  We’ve got a plan and it’s solid, but I won’t lie to you, there’s a lot of variables.  It’s risky.  But it’s a risk we have to take.  I just wanted—

TOVAR:  Azzir!  Let’s go!  We gotta move before that Ketch relocates.

REZYL:  Fuck, alright, give me a damned second! I’m coming!  Ghost, close the—

—end of transmission—

[ GHOST TRANSMISSION ID 1381 ]

[ TRANSMISSION TYPE: AUDIO RECORDING ]

REZYL:  Our plan worked, Rilea.  Killed the Kell and a lot of Fallen with him.  Couldn’t get rid of the ketch since the cannons are powerful and hard to take out.  I’ll spare you the details of the mission since I know you wouldn’t like them.

TOVAR:  *shouting* He got himself killed to draw the Kell out!

REZYL:  Hey, bug off, will you?!

[background laughter]

REZYL:  [deep, heavy sigh]  The only important thing is, it worked.  We’ve got a few more areas to investigate, and then we’ll be on the turn around back for the City.  I’ll be home soon.  A few more weeks at most.  

[silence]

REZYL:  [whispering]  Do you know why I call you paramour?  It’s because everyone keeps telling me that I shouldn’t get involved with you.  That I should let you lead a normal life.  People like Hassa and Tovar who have been asking me if I’m ready to go down this road, because we all know where it’s going to lead.  But I just, fuck Rilea, I can’t.  I just can’t.  You are the one by all moral standpoint that I should not be getting involved with, but I’m already in way too fucking deep.  

[pause]  

REZYL:  I love you.  Rilea, I really do, you’re wonderfully perfect, you’re strong and you have such a fire in you that—fuck…  I am in love with you.  That’s why I go on these missions.  If I can do anything to make this world safer for you, I will, because you are the most beautiful thing in it.  I just wish it was easier for you to understand why.  I know you don’t like it when I’m away for long periods...

[sighs] Let’s be honest, though, protecting you is the only thing I can seem to get right… 

[silence]

REZYL:  I can’t wait to see you again so I can tell you in person.  I just regret not telling you before I left.  And if another person tries to tell me to walk away, I think I might put a bullet in their brain.  [raising voice]  And it’s probably going to be one of these two idiots with me!

[loud background laughter]

[chuckling] This is Rezyl Azzir signing off.  I love you, paramour.

—end of transmission—

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