#this has been sitting in my drafts for so long

[theta-walti]

Home Is Where The Heart Is

Summary (requested): Hi! Would you maybe write something for lia wälti were her and reader are really close friends who do a lot of domestic stuff together (think cooking, keeping each other company when studying etc) and everyone except those two knows that they are in love with each other? I just have this scene in my head where reader walks into the living room to find lia on the couch wearing their hoodie cuddling with readers dog and just thinking "i'm gonna marry this girl" and that being the realisation that the feelings are indeed more than friendly. Maybe some confessions and fluff after that

Warnings: Alcohol and fluff

A/N: ahhhhh l love Wally sm, l has bracelet for her, again, this has been in drafts as long as l can remember, this is dedicated to the anon who waited so patiently for so long, thank you and enjoy 🫶

Word count: 2.5k

"Lia!"

You said, lying on the living room sofa, completely bored out of your mind.

You had came over to Lia's this morning, only because you both don't have training today and the Swiss invited you over, usually when both you and Lia are free you would spend the day together, weather it's at hers or at yours.

This started when you met each other in Langnau, when she was coached by her father, you and her were the only girls on the team, so automatically you two became friends really quickly, and ever since you and the Swiss is done everything together, even moved up the ranks together, from Langnau to Huttwill Training Center to Team Bern West to BSC Young Boys for a year before signing to Arsenal in 2018, whenever boys bullied her you stood up for her and vice versa, that's how your friendship bloomed, that is until you started to develop feelings for the Swiss.

"yes kärlek?"

Lia said, looking up from her laptop, she is currently sitting on the kitchen counter, studying for her bachelor's degree.

"I'm bored!"

You throw your head back and groan. Usually, you and Lia would be spending time together, but ever since you arrived, she’s been too focused on studying, leaving you feeling a bit neglected.

Suddenly, an idea sparks in your mind—you know the Swiss won't like it, but you decide to go for it anyway. Rising from your seat, you stride over to where she's sitting, and without a word, you close her laptop and took it. Lia looks up at you, a bit stunned, before letting out a small, exasperated protest.

"Hey, that's my uni work! Give it back!"

She tried to get it back by reaching out, but you were having none of it.

"No! You've been ignoring me since l arrived. You invited me over, so now you have to hang out with me!"

You said, hugging her laptop close to your body, refusing to give Lia back her laptop. The Swiss got off the kitchen counter and started walking towards you.

"please Härlig, don't be so chrildish. Give me back my laptop. This is important!"

You start to back up, leaving the kitchen with a big smirk on your face. Then you start to run, running around the house with Lia behind you, chasing you, trying to get her laptop back.

"I'm not saying this again! Give me my laptop back!"

Lia said with a smile on her face, You yelled back a no and kept running, and you continued to do so until you faced a dead end, somehow you ran into the bedroom and ended up in the gap between the bed and the bedside table, basically tucking yourself in a corner, Lia smirked as she walked towards you slowly, her head high and hand out.

"You have nowhere else to run now. Give me my laptop,"

She said with an outstrached hand and stopped in front of you.

"YES, I do!"

You declared, scanning the room before charging forward with determination, aiming to bypass Lia and return to the living room. However, fate had other plans.

Mid-stride, you stumble over one of the bed's legs, instinctively reaching for Lia's arm for support. Instead, you only succeed in pulling her down with you. Her initial shock quickly gives way to a smirk as she realizes your vulnerable position, now looming over you with a newfound confidence. Despite the situation, you cling tightly to the laptop, refusing to surrender it.

That is, until you notice the position you’re in and froze, realization flooding over you. When you glance back at Lia, a mischievous grin is spreading across her face. Seizing the moment, she swiftly takes the laptop from your grasp, leaving you sprawled on the floor with a blush creeping across your cheeks. As she steps back, you lie there, replaying the scene in your mind, trying to process what just happened.

Just on cue, your phone rang in a notification. Thank gods, it was a text from your favourite teammate (you won't admit it, but she is) and one of your closest friends, Leah.

Hey, me and the team are going out tonight, you wanna come with? Bring Wally too if you want, l texted her, but she never replies

You replied immediately.

Yes! I'll tell her now, where is it?

You and Leah continued texting, and she gave you the address and time. Turns out you and Lia only have two hours left until the meet-up.

"Lia! Lee just told me that the team is hanging out tonight. They invited you too, It's in two hours"

You said as you walked out of the bedroom and into the living room where your best friend is, the Swiss turned her focus to you as soon as you entered the room, telling her the news.

"Where are they meeting up?"

Lia asked with an arched eyebrow. This is the first time she has heard this, or someone has already texted her, but because her phone was on dnd, she didn't know.

"A bar, apparently it's new and everyone wanted to go"

She leaned back, considering the invitation. You knew how she could be, sometimes hesitant to go out when she had work on her plate, even when it meant spending time with the team. Still, you were determined to have a proper night out with her by your side.

"Oh, come on, Lia. It’ll be fun! Besides, we haven’t all gone out together in ages,"

you pleaded, throwing her a hopeful smile. She looked over to you for a moment. Then she sighed, agreeing to go with you and the team.

"Alright, alright, but only for a bit. I still need to finish that assignment later."

You grinned, feeling triumphant.

"Yes! You won’t regret it, I promise."

The next two hours passed quickly as the two of you got ready. There was a comfortable rhythm to it, swapping makeup, sharing jewellery, and debating over outfits. You couldn’t help but feel a little thrill when Lia playfully pushed you aside to steal the mirror for herself, laughter bubbling between you both.

Finally, you were ready, and with one last look in the mirror, you grabbed your things and followed Lia out the door.

At the bar, the energy was electric. Leah spotted you as soon as you entered and pulled you both into a hug.

"Finally! Thought you two wouldn’t show,"

slshe teased, grinning. Leah knows that Lia can be serious when it comes to her work. She had no idea how you did it, but she was glad you did it.

The night was a blur of laughter, drinks, and dancing. You felt yourself relax completely, revelling in the time with your friends and, most of all, with Lia by your side. Every so often, you’d catch her eye across the room, and she’d smile, that warm, familiar look that made you feel closer than ever. A few of your teammates had noticed this, but they didn't say anything.

At one point, after a round of shots, you both found yourselves laughing uncontrollably at some inside joke. She leaned in close, her hand brushing yours, and the warmth of her touch lingered. For a split second, you thought about how easy it would be to just lean in, close the distance between you two, and say what you’d been feeling for so long. But you held back, unsure if now was the right moment.

As the night continued, Lia had looked at you, her eyes soft with something unreadable. "Thanks for dragging me out tonight,"

she murmured as her face s close to yours.

"I needed this."

"Anytime,"

Your heart skips a beat as you respond, barely able to keep the excitement from your voice. Lia’s smile widens, and before you know it, she’s pulling you onto the dance floor. The two of you begin to move in sync, letting the rhythm of the music guide the two of you.

After a few more drinks, you and Lia were completely wasted and could barely walk. Thankfully, Beth and Katie had came to the rescue.

"Alright, let's get you two home, you two have enough to drink"

Beth said, carrying you by your arm and you stumbled out of the bar, Katie had carried Lia and also did the same, when they got to the car you had protested.

"But we haven't danced yettttt!"

You slurred your words as Beth put you in the passenger seat of her car and katie and put lia and herself in the back.

"Yes, you did. You danced with Lia all night, remember?"

You had foggy memory because of the alcohol, but somehow, you had remembered what happened in the last hour of your life.

"Oh yeaaaaaaa!"

You had stopped for a minute before you continued your sentence.

"Where is Lia?"

You looked around frantically trying to search for your best friend, Beth had chuckled at your state.

"She’s in the back, turn your head, and you'll see her"

Everyone in the team knew that your friendship with Lia was not just friendship. It was something more. They can see it through every training, the way you two look at each other, your inside jokes, and the small gestures Lia does for you, no matter if it is after losing a match or winning one, you and Lia was always togather.

When you had turned around, you saw Lia was already asleep, leaning on the Katie's shoulder. A small part of you had wanted to at the back, so her head could be on your shoulder, not Katie's. You didn't realise you had stared at her for so long until Beth had announced that she had arrived at your apartment.

"Come on, let's get you up"

Beth was the first to exit the car, helping you out while Katie shook Lia awake and did the same. It seemed like the smart choice to take the elevator, so the two sober friends led the way. As soon as you stepped inside, you immediately searched for Lia again. This time, she was awake but still groggy and a bit tipsy. You took her hand and held onto it tightly for the entire ride until Beth had to gently pry your fingers apart to take the keys from you.

Once Beth opened the door to the apartment, your Goldendoodle, Peanut, was already asleep, waiting for you. She wasted no time in ushering you to bed, thinking that as soon as your head hit the pillow, you'd drift off to sleep. But that was quickly proven wrong. The moment you landed on the bed, you whined for Lia, who was sprawled on the couch. Beth reassured you that Lia wasn’t going anywhere, but your cries only intensified. Finally, she offered to get you a glass of water to help sober you up before you went to find Lia.

What Beth didn’t know was that the moment she left the room, you slipped out of bed and made your way downstairs. Slowly but surely, you found your way to the living room and joined Lia on the couch. Without a second thought, you lay down beside her. She stirred, blinking sleepily before wrapping her arms around you, and within moments, you both fell asleep.

By the time Lia had settled on the couch, Katie had already left. When Beth returned with the glass of water, she paused at the sight of you cuddled up with Lia, both of you fast asleep. A chuckle escaped her lips as she placed the glass on the table and snapped a quick photo of the adorable scene to send to the group chat. Afterwards, she filled another glass and set some painkillers on the table, then quietly left the apartment, leaving you and Lia in your sleep.

---☆☆☆---

It was after already afternoon when you woke up the next day. The sunlight had filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the living room. You had slowly gotten up from the empty couch, holding your head because of the major headache you are currently having. After you have stabled yourself, you had slowly padded towards the kitchen, planning to get a glass of water. But when you arrived you saw something that warmed your heart.

Lia, a cup of tea in her hand, was sitting on the floor, her slender fingers slowly running her fingers though the fur of Peanut, who was laying contentedly, his head resting on her lap, his tail wagging lazily.

You couldn't help but smile as you entered the room, taking in the sight. Lia looked up, her eyes lighting up with genuine warmth as she saw you.

"Hey Kärlek,"

she greeted, her voice soft and inviting.

"Hey,"

You replied, unable to tear your gaze away from her. She looked so effortlessly beautiful. Maybe last night's alcohol hasn't been completely warned off yet, Lia was wearing one of your oversized grey hoodies like it was made just for her. And in that moment, it hit you like a ton of bricks – you were in love with her.

You took the painkiller and glass of water Bath had left you and took a seat beside her. Suddenly you felt a rush of emotions swirling within you, threatening to burst forth like a dam breaking.

"Lia,"

You began, you voice barely above a whisper, both because of your hangover and the fear of this turning into something bad.

"There's something I need to tell you."

Her eyes had turned to you, searching with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.

"What is it?"

You took a deep breath, gathering your courage before speaking.

"I... I think I've known it for a while now, but it's taken me until last night to truly realize it. Lia.... l like you, like l wanna be with you."

The words hung in the air between you and Lia. You felt a vulnerability that you feel exposed to. But as Lia's eyes widened with surprise, you saw something else flicker within them – hope? Maybe? Hopefully?

"Really?"

Lia whispered, her voice barely audible above the gentle hum of the room. You nodded, unable to trust your voice as you leaned in closer to her, your heart pounding.

"Yes, really. And seeing you here, wearing my hoodie, cuddling with Peanut... It just made me realize that I never want to let you go. I want to spend every moment with you, making more memories together."

Tears welled up in Lia's eyes as she reached out to cup your face in her hands, her touch gentle yet electrifying. And in that moment, as your lips finally met in a soft and emotional kiss, when you pulled away, a big smile appeared on your face.

"Does that mean you like me too?"

You said excitedly, a bit too loud for a hangover person.

"yes dummy, yes l do, l like you too, now lower your voice please"

Your smile was so big that you had leaned in and kissed the Swiss again.

The next morning, you and Lia walked into the changing room hand in hand. Just as you're about to head to your respective cubbies, you share a quick kiss, savouring the moment. Suddenly, a loud yell pierces the air, echoing through the room.

"Finally!"

The whole room erupted in laughter.

A/N: ANDDDD THAT'S A WARP! thank you sm for reading this. Two fics in a day omg, l hope you had fun <3

This is Theta, signing out, see you next time!

[sierrale8ne]

40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS CHAPTER SEVEN

thought i’d be lying if i said ‘i didn’t want you to myself.’ when you look me in my eyes and, tell me that it’s mine, i…

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kalena speakss 🪽! this is a filler chapter, everything starts to ramp up and get more messy (as if it isn’t already) starting next chapter ;)

June 2025 — New York City, New York

“Don’t even bring that up, oh my God.” Rickea laughs, reaching one of her long arms over to slap at my knee.

Rickea, Cameron, and I sit soundly in the green room, makeup placed deliberately on our faces. We played the Liberty last night, in a game with an outcome I would rather forget than talk about.

But today, after the team hopped on the first charter back to LA, we had a date with GQ. They called it The Teammates Quiz, and we were given the honor of being the first women’s sports team with the opportunity. I thought it was a cool idea, a game that I would certainly win because I know my teammates well.

However, it seems like these two know me just as well because they are airing my business out to everybody in this room right now. Well, maybe not all of it, but close enough. 

“Kea, you fell on your face in the middle of downtown LA. I’m with P, I’m so bringing it up.” Cameron laughs.

“I was drunk!”

“You were more sober than P. And she drinks like a man going through a divorce.” I instantly pull back from my makeup artist, looking over at my teammate incredulously.

“I do not!” I attempt to defend. “You two insisted on buying drinks after the draft, not me.”

Cameron, who’s seconds away from bursting out in tears of laughter, speaks up through her ragged breaths. “You got so drunk you were making out with random girls in the club.”

“Least I ain’t fall on concrete in the middle of LA.” I laugh, sitting back in my seat and allowing Joanna to get back to doing my makeup. I let her and Brittany take control of my look, they know best after all. 

You would think with the way the three of us all talk to each other that our on court chemistry is terrible, but it’s the complete opposite. Probably why GQ asked us to do this little segment today. I cut my attention back to my teammates when Rickea’s voice cuts through the air again.

“Have you talked to Raye lately?”

The way she asks it seems skeptical. Like she knows something, or is suspicious of something and I can’t pick up why. We’ve been keeping our friendship pretty cordial— at least to our friends and in public.

Maybe Maraye told her about the kiss. Maybe Maraye told her literally nothing, and Rickea is just trying to pry as she does often.

“Uh yeah, we hung out a few nights ago.” I respond, so lucky that Joanne is angling my head in the opposite direction, successfully hiding my growing red face from my teammates. “She’s pretty cool.”

Which isn’t a lie, we did hang out a few nights ago. Only my lips start tingling whenever I think about it. I swear I can taste her still on them all these hours later; like a mix of every single dessert on the planet. So damn sweet. I wonder if she always tasted like that, or if she tasted different elsewhere. 

And yes, Maraye is pretty cool. Pretty funny, pretty smart, pretty talented, pretty. So fucking pretty.

I’m realizing now that three days has been too damn long. To see her damn near everyday, then not at all for a week, then again in which I end up with my tongue down her throat. To not have been within inches of her for 72 fucking hours has me going just a bit crazy.

“I didn’t know y’all were hanging out.”

“I didn’t know I was supposed to tell you that.” I fire back too quickly. It makes it seem defensive, and it’s not. I have nothing to hide. 

Well yeah I do, but I think I’m pretty good at hiding it.

“Paige.” Cam says, cutting into the conversation awkwardly. “Please don’t tell me you did something stupid.”

I slouch back in my seat and Brittany, who I swore just magically spawned behind me, slaps my shoulder telling me to sit up. “I didn’t! You guys can’t ever just trust me.” I laugh.

“‘Cause you get caught doing stupid shit!” Rickea explains.

“Caught?”

“Caught? Again?”

“You haven’t seen twitter?”

Those four words always make my heart beat out of my chest. The internet is cool when it comes to me, out of pocket sure, but cool. But on the off occasion that they aren’t, it’s because they are either making shitty posts about what i’m doing on the court, writing think pieces, or minding my business rather than their own. I’m assuming, in context to Maraye, that it’s the latter.

“The fuck happened this time.” I ask with a huff. The first time, I had gotten too comfortable at the club. Which was admittedly my own drunken fault. The second time I was trending because people swore up and down I was making goo-goo eyes at Taylor Rooks. Which I was, she’s absolutely unreal. And now here we are.

Cameron is the one who looks first, and by the look of her face I assume it’s pretty telling. Rickea hands me her phone. I take it, slightly shaking and I don’t know why. 

My eyes are stuck to the screen, and it’s four pictures. I’m not sure who took them, but Maraye has reached A-list status and I forget the Paps are everywhere when it comes to her. 

The first is us leaving the bar in Atlanta. Maraye’s head isn’t in the shot, she’s busy hopping into the backseat of our uber, but mine is. It’s very obviously me, my signature braids down the side of my face rather than in the usual ponytail. My hand is stuck comfortably in the pocket of my zip up while the other holds the door open for her.

The second photo is from when we’re seated at Waffle house. I’m showing all 32 while Maraye talks, and it makes us look like a fucking couple. Her arms rest on the table, head slightly tilted. From the angle, again, you can’t see all her face but her side profile is obvious. Anyone could point it out and recognize her.

But it’s the last two that make us look the most guilty. My arm draped over her shoulder is very incriminating. She held her pink lemonade flavored slushee in her hand, looking up at me. One more swipe and I’m looking at myself paying for those two slushee’s. It doesn’t help that my jacket from earlier that night is now zipped up over her body. 

‘Paige Bueckers and Maraye Carter in atl this weekend 😲’  Reads the tweet. It’s messy, even more when I scroll further and see people putting pieces together. The replies are full of videos from opening night, screenshots of my recent activity in her instagram likes, and of course, of course, someone had to have seen me in my seat at her concert.

It looks bad. I would say worse than it is, but it all doesn’t even scratch the surface. 

“We just friends.” I mumble, I wouldn’t be surprised if my nose grew a centimeter or two. “Y’know how people get.”

I hand Rickea her phone back. She’s the one I should be scared off, Cameron has been done with my relationship issues since I first met her as kids. But Kea? After the talk about leaving Maraye alone, and how I know better, and how I don’t need to get hurt. I’m terrified that I’m about to get caught.

“Has she seen these?”

“Ion know.” She responded. “Probably. But If you two are jus’ friends’, then don’t sweat it. Hollywood moves fast.”

Really fast. 

—

June 2025 — Los Angeles, California 

“You’re literally a fan, shut up.” I joke at the blonde sitting besides me.

She’s messily scarfing down her chipotle bowl as we sit in her car. The windows are tinted nicely and my album shuffles through her speakers, even though she swears up and down that she didn’t add it to her library.

“Am not.”

“Yeah yeah, pinocchio.”

It’s my first time seeing her since the night in my condo, and it’s awkward. Which is weird because Paige and I have never been awkward together. Everything was always smooth, fluid, when it came to her. But now I don’t know what to say.

I blame it on the kiss.

It should’ve never happened. She knows that, I know that. Even then I don’t regret it. 

I’ve never in my life had feelings for a woman before, until now. And it’s so weird because I think I still have feelings for Julian too. It’s not the same thing though. Julian is perfect for me. Good job, family man, tall, handsome, the most gorgeous and perfect curly hair I’ve ever seen. Then there’s Paige, and she just might be perfect for me too. Work oriented, funny, insanely smart even though I tell her she’s not. 

So I sit silent in her passenger seat, not a clue in the world of what I should say to her. She makes me nervous, she makes the bottom of my stomach twist up whenever I look at her and see those beautiful blue eyes. I shouldn’t feel that way, I know that. But damn does she make it hard.

“Maraye?”

“Yeah?”

Paige chuckles, reaching over to wipe a bit of Vinaigrette from my lip. “I said ‘you good?’”

I nod and my head moves slightly away from her reach. “Yeah. Why?” I ask, taking a generous bit from my burrito.

“Because you’re sittin’ there all quiet.” She explains. “I know we kissed and all that but I ain’t think you would stop bein’ cool around me.” She says in an attempt to ease the atmosphere, the obvious tension that bounces off walls.

“It’s not that.” I mumble.

She puts the lid on her bowl, reaching towards the back seat to drop the trash in the brown chipotle bag. When she turns back to face me, I get a great look at her for the first time all night. Her hair is in a messy bun, strands slightly framing her face.

“Then what is it, Raye?” Paige slouches in the seat. “‘Cause don’t get me wrong, I feel some typa way about you but we’re friends first—”

“I wanna kiss you again.” I blurt out. It’s word vomit, like I can’t help but tell her how badly I want her lips on mine and her tongue in my mouth. Hands on my waist, my ass, in my hair. 

She laughs, and I pray to God she’s not laughing at me. “That’s why you can’t talk to me anymore?”

“I wanna kiss you, but I know how wrong that is. I have a boyfriend, and everyone already thinks something is going on here.” My finger gestures between the both of us.

“You saw the pictures?” Paige cuts me off. Her hand slips forward to grab her phone.

“Did you?”

“Kea showed me them yesterday.”

We sit in silence. I’m trying to process her response. 

“Did, uh, did Julian see them?” She asks.

Shit. Julian. It seems like I’m constantly forgetting about him whenever I’m with her. Always. I’m such a fucking asshole. 

“No, I-I didn’t show him. I don’t think I needed to.” I explain through my stutter. He didn’t need to see them. One, because it wasn’t anything serious. The photos made Paige and I look bad, sure, but there was nothing to worry about. It would only make me and him argue, and we do enough of that already.

“Good.” She nods. “He probably shouldn’t anyway.”

“Yeah.”

“Y’know I really wanna kiss you too.” Paige says. I thought that was it. The kiss happened once, and we were back to being friends. Being normal.

“Paige—”

“I can’t stop thinkin’ about it.”

“P, quit it.”

“I keep thinking about how you taste. Like all day. And I shouldn’t, I know that, but you make it fuckin’ impossible.” The blonde sighs. Her eyes fall shut like it’s painful, painful to not kiss me. 

I shake my head, hoping that it’s enough for her to stop talking about it. “Paige, you and I are friends. That’s it. I have a boyfriend, and you’re not a home wrecker. We aren’t doing that again.”

She goes quiet. Then her eyes open and she turns back towards the wheel. It’s 10:30 at night and she has a game in the morning. Paige’s hips raise slightly to fix her sweatpants. A pulse races through me when it happens. 

“You understand? We can’t.” I ask, pulling her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah. Yeah, just friends.” Paige says.

I want to believe her. I really do. But the look in her eyes tells me I shouldn’t. Those blue orbs I know so well are suddenly a deep color, pupils wide. She slightly bites the corner of her lip, staring at me like I could run away.

“Stop looking at me like that.” I push at her shoulder, a chuckle escaping my lips. “I’m serious. No kissing, no flirting. I’m not a cheater, P. This shouldn’t have happened.”

“I know, I know. I won’t.” She responds. “But if it happens?” Paige leans into me again. Her hand flicking a curl away from my face before playing with it. She stares at me with intensity.

“It won’t.”

“If it does, I’m not apologizing for it.”

And then she pulls back, sitting in her seat and pulling her seatbelt over her body. She turns the engine on without even a second thought.

I sit there speechless, burrito growing cold between my hands. And I know, without a doubt, no matter how badly I want to hold out and follow through on my promise.

Paige is dangerous, and I don’t think I have it in me.

She’s gonna win. Again.

[atlantis-just-drowned]

OUGH

This has been sitting in my drafts for so long I'm sorry birdy. Welp, not writing anything currently, so uh the last thing I texted was

No joke bitch

To @arsuns-ramblings lol.

Anyway what are y'all up to? No pressure for answering as always @l7wj @welcometothevoidmychild @ratnix @ihavenoideawhatiamdoingjustgay

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@clockwayswrites was kind enough to tag me.

"Do you remember anything else about her that might help?!"

[I love that this gives nothing away. It could be for anything. But hey, it's actually from My Graveyard Song. Teehee]

Also no pressure to anyone I tag. Just for fun, if you feel like it

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request: meeting nanami @ the bar of your hotel that you’re both staying at during separate business trip. a meet-cute moment that leads into a flirty conversation…👀 I’m sure you know what to do after that.

After Dark

⊹ contents ⊹: Nanami Kento x fem!reader - mdni - pwp - drinking - missionary - doggystyle - fingering - handjob - mutual masterbation - incorrect usage of elevator - praising - overstimulation - unprotected sex - no proofread - lmk if I missed any tags

Wc: ~2.4k

Yall should hit me for how long I let this sit in my drafts but for some reason I could t get myself to like my writing sorry (•᷄- •᷅ ;) Dividers by cafekitsune

Its finally the first night you have for yourself since you've arrived here. And you're definitely going to make use of it.

Although it wasn't the goal. Lord knows you didn't mean it. But you really couldn't stop eying that blonde guy. Ever since he entered the room, the whole atmosphere shifted. He sat next to you at the bar and suddenly everyone's eyes were on you, or him, quite frankly you couldn't tell.

It's the third time he catches you stealing a glance at him and honestly it's hilarious. You're trying your best to act like your phone is that interesting but you can feel his eyes on you, he's sneaky though because every time you attempt to catch him he's coincidentally very interested in his watch...

Well you can both play that game! You turn you head around before immediately swinging it back to him. He definitely wasn't expecting that because he has a startled look for a second before he smiles at you "looks like I've been caught red handed" he laughs, finally turning away from the countertop to face you. His eyes linger on you and you can feel your skin heating up. "Yes you have been, now you owe me." You laugh

"Oh yeah? How about some drinks in exchange of some company and then we'll find the best way for me to repay my debt?"

"Sounds absolutely perfect handsome stranger"

"Haha, I'm Kento, Nanami Kento, pleasure to let you"

As the night settled in, you got closer and closer to him, and he was as perfect as he looked. In all aspects. Maybe even a little more. He had a degree and worked in finances hence he was here on a business trip, just like you were. Had more money than you expected (you realized upon seeing the shiny watch on his wrist). On top of that he was funny and bold in his ways. Leaning down throughout the evening to murmur jokes in your ear over the music. Your seat was so close to his that your thighs touched and you couldn't shake off the desire to lay on his chest. Everything about him was so appealing, So neat and well kept, charming and elegant. So much so that he caught you looking or rather staring at him like in bliss quite a few times throughout the night.

Your eyes practically lit up with sparkles when he gestured for you both to leave. You both walked out the bar after he paid for you both, leaving a tip that had the barman shaking his hand and waving at you both, his hand locked with yours.

You were walking through the hotel's empty lobby. Your arm intertwined with his. No word were spoken but fuck the tension was high.

The elevator taking years to descend only makes things worse... or better. You're almost convinced he can hear your heart beating out of your chest by the way he looks at you. Slightly dilated eyes accompanied by a smile of tipsiness. Like an artist admiring his muse. He definitely looked like he knew his sport but hey, you'd be to discover that later.

The elevator finally opens and he lets you enter first, following behind you. You immediately caught your reflexions in the elevator mirror and you looked like a married couple when standing next to him like this. It's like you've known home forever. As soon as the metal panel closed, it was like the temperature went up a thousand degrees. His body stood next to yours and as much as you tried to act like you didn't notice his eyes visually undressing you, well...it was obvious.

He pressed on his level. 37. And there the ride began. The first 5 levels passed without any 'issue' until the 7th floor. You slightly lifted your head, your eyes meeting his, and that's all it required for his arms to be wrapped around your back, face centimeters apart. Bodies pressing against each other. So close to his heart, so close to him. But he paused. Waiting for the approval in your eyes.

You didn't give it a second thought. Tiptoeing, and stretching your arms around his neck to leave a long awaited soft kiss on his lips. You could taste the addictive and faint taste of alcohol on his tongue, and he definitely took notice of how much you were reeling for it. His hand resting on your hips while the other held the back of your neck. He smiled against your lips before pulling away for a second, letting you catch your breath and by the way, a glimpse of the level you were passing by. 19th.

And before you could even realize it his lips were on yours. Again. Not that you minded it. His body pushed against yours until you felt the cold surface contrasting with your heated core. A passionate burning kiss. The kind that makes your knees weak, he deviated to your neck, kissing and biting on the soft skin. And your hand ran through his hair. Messing up his perfect hairstyle. His knee shifted from its spot, settling between your thighs. Fuck you could feel it all. The ever so slight pressure he applied on your clit had your pussy throbbing in anticipation. You buried you face in his shoulder, breathing in the mix of alcohol and cologne. His arms wrapped around your figure had you giving up all control over yourself. Sinking from the pleasure, right into his arms- DING!

Fucking elevator. You barely had the time to collect yourself before the metal doors slid open and Kento was dragging you out of the elevator. You walked or rather lurched while clinging onto him across the hall till its end. Apartment n 37. Literally across the hall to yours.

His place was nice. Very nice. The large loft had a view over a good enough part of the city, an open kitchen and a corridor that most likely led to where you wished to end the night. Warm light filled the living room and immediately gave a cozy warmth to it. The door hadn't even closed yet and you were back in his arms, sharing a languid but heartfelt kiss. You quickly scanned the room and spotted the couch. We'll it'll have to do for now. You dragged him towards it while slowly unbuttoning his shirt. "So eager huh?" He whispered. No answer was needed. A quick glance at your starving expression was enough for him to get the memo and help you out.

His hands automatically held your hips as you straddled his lap. Immediately noticing the bump in his pants "Who's the eager one now ?" You snapped back while unbuckling his belt. He giggled lightly at you antics. "Mhm, I'd say us both ? How 'bout you show me... " He said while his hand held your butt through your dress. "...how eager you are, and, I'll satisfy all that. How's that's sound sweetie?" Fuck. Did he even have any idea of how wet his words were getting you ?

It didn't take too long for his hand to be going up your thigh, and sliding under you wet panties. And you had to mentally fight yourself to not rub your hips in sync with his movements. No matter how fucking horny and desperate you currently felt, you were definitely not going to act like a like touch starved whore. Not yet at least. You finally freed his aching cock from his pants. Taking a moment to look at it. You wrapped a hand around it, taking into consideration it's size. Slowly stroking him, using your thumb to smear the precum already leaking around the tip. You rested your chin on his shoulder as you tried to stay as quiet as possible.

His breath had gotten heavier, jaw slightly slaked open but he stayed focused on you. The skills in each and every nudge, rub, press.

But honestly? How does one get so great at fingering pussy ? So great you didn't realize the whines leaving your mouth and how much you were panting. But he did. Holding down your hips pressing harder on your clit to toy with you. He definitely realized how close you were.

Fuck he knew how to charm. The more he talked to more you drove each other to the edge. His cock was twitching in your hand. Spurts of cum drinking down your knuckles as his thumb relentlessly attacked your throbbing clit. You could feel your eyes slowly rolling back to the feeling of his his hot breath fanning over your ear "that's it, let lose baby" he groaned while you came undone on his fingers.

You're panting heavily, your chest frantically heaving up and down. His hand running up and down your back. "I think I know exactly how to repay my debt sweetie" he says, kissing your neck and looking at you right in the eyes.

You lay down on his bed, head buried deep in the pillow. Clothes have been ditched around the apartment. Against all you were expecting he immediately dives between your thighs. Licking a fait strip of your juices. He works his tongue in your pussy, greedily eating you out. Letting your slick coat his chin. His palms rest on your inner thighs, holding them far appart while he sloppily digs his tongue into you.  Your voice is echoing throughout the room trying to stay quiet was now pointless, you figured that out as soon as his tongue came in contact with your wet sex. The closer you get to your release the more you writhe your pussy on his tongue. And somehow he knows exactly what he's doing. Exactly how to please you. Your nails are digging into the sheets and your thighs are quivering relentlessly. His fingers replace his tongue as he switches to sucking on your clit. Your entire body twitches when you cum. Right on him. He gives your pussy a kiss before pulling away, licking your cum off his fingers. Fuck he's freaky. 

Before you're even able to talk he waste no time catching your lips. You're whining and rubbing against him when you finally feel his cock pressing up against you. You have to push his shoulders back before you're able to get a breath, and protest. "You're still in debt Kento.... please" you whine and you can feel him smiling against your skin. "Mhm, let's fix that"

Damn. He's big. you're stuck on the size. There wasn't anyway he was going to enter you. Long and thick dick with a bunch of veins running up his left to dive under his pink tip. Foreshadowing how hard he's probably going to plow you. "Don't worry baby, just look at me".

The feeling was hard to explain. Overwhelming maybe. That's how it felt. His dick in you. Blurring all your senses, as much as you tried to listen to him your mind was just obsessed on the size and your pussy too busy throbbing and squeezing him for all he has to offer. Each centimeter he drove into you slowly emptied out your lungs. He stopped when fully in. While you gasped for a breather under him. "Shhh I know, I know. Just breathe in baby. Each thrust." He started off with a slow pace, easing you into it, but you can tell he was  refraining himself from immediately tearing you apart. The way he looks at you makes you feel hot all over. And it's only when your mouth parts itself open that you realize he's gradually sped up. Fucking deep into your hungry pussy. The sound of your squelching wet pussy sending shivers down to his dick. His big hand are around your waist squeezing at your plum flesh.

"You feel so fucking good" he hisses, his hips never stopping their ruthless thrusts. You can feel his cock nudging your g spot. "Ah! Kento" you moaned. Feeling yourself grow closer to your undoing. You're barely coherent in your words and there's no point in trying to talk anyway. Because he can tell how close you are. "Fells good ?" So fucking much. You're only able to nod blissfully between your moans echoing throughout the room. His groans send butterflies to your stomach. "Fuck, you're doing so well f'me baby" he groans, slamming his hips into you. You can feel your slowly eyes watering and you wrap your arms around him, moaning his name as you cum on him. Your release sweeping your brain off its rails.

"Debt's not fully paid yet baby. Turn around f'me" he pants.

"F-fuck! There we go" he says, sliding himself into you. Impossibly deeper. You back is already failing and you're slumped into the sheets, ass up in the air. Your right cheek pressed against the pillow. He grabs the top of your thighs, thumb sinking into the flesh of your ass. Backing you into him. Strings of your fluids sticking to him and his cock is already coated with you. The slapping noise fills the room. Just as much as he's filling you. You're gripping the sheets for support. And by laying your head to the side you're watching him thought teary eyes. His jaw is clenched tight and his eyes are slightly narrowed, brows furrowed. His cock is twitching inside you and his moans are growing louder and louder. "Fuck D-dont pull out ken!" You cry out. Turning you face into the pillow desperately trying to muffle your moans.

"Don't silence yourself sweetie. I need to hear—Fuck, all of it." he says in between thrusts. His arms slides under your figure and he pulls your upper body up. His large hand is covering most of your neck and you're arching your back so much. "Tell me all about it baby, wan' me to cum in ya huh?" He grunts lowly next to your ear.

You can tell he's nesting his own release when you feel yours hitting you. "pleasepleaseplease" you mewl. Completely out of reach. His thrust pick up with a semblance of desperation you've never seen in him before. Your face hits the soft cushion of the pillow and  his hand return to grope your hips. Slamming your ass against his hips.

"F-fuckkk there we go"  he groans pouring his release into you.

You're feeling it all. His cum pumping inside you over and over and over again. You're unable to think straight. Unable to think at all actually. You both stay there for a minute. Catching your breath.

"K-kento ?" You mumble while he slowly pulls out. You turn around and he immediately lifts you up, taking you into an embrace. His body is incredibly soft and you're almost taking asleep in his arms. Little stands of hair are out of place and are sticking to his forehead. While it's relatively okay compared to what your makeup must be looking like.

Your mind is stuck in a saw when he holds your chin up and kisses you. It's softer then in the elevator, softer than anything you've ever had. Pacifying all your thoughts. "I believe you're the one in debt now" he smirks.

Thank u for reading ♡♡

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[zhounauts]

͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏─── ☆ JUST SAY YES ! ͏͏͏͏͏

SYN.͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏the many times he's been rejected by you, what happens when you just say yes to him? ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ XX ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏EN- HYUNG LINE X READER ͏͏͏ RAE'S NOTE(S) qotd how long has this been sitting in my drafts!! july we say in unison! ok but this is my first attempt at a hc, lmk how it is!

☆ LHS ( 희승 ) when heeseung sets his mind on something, he doesn't plan on giving up— even if it means getting rejected by you for the third time. he can feel his spirits fall with each rejection, but he doesn't let it stop him and instead tries to find reasons as to why you could be saying no. did you dislike him? definitely not, you wouldn't be here then. were you a masochist? hopefully (and probably) not. did you like someone else? he'd rather die than think about that. and so, heeseung finds himself sitting across from you again, his eyes watching your every move. he can't help but blurt out another date idea. his mind spasms when he hears you say the one word he never expected to hear, his heart beating and eyes lighting up in joy. he watches as you grow flustered from across from him, his grin growing with every second.

"what did you just say? yes? was that a yes? say it again!"

☆ PJS ( 제이 ) jay was so sure you had been reciprocating his feelings back. so when his attempt to ask you out brings forth a scathing no he feels as if he's been hit on the head six times and then slapped silly. it's so utterly mind boggling to him, that he finds himself shaking the rejection off and asking you out for a second time a month later. he hides his obvious bashfulness when you turn him down once again, and as embarrassing as it is to admit, your constant rejection only makes jay want to hear yes from you even more. looks like third time is the charm because when jay finds himself asking you out once again, you nod, a small smile on your face. jay laughs in disbelief, running a hand through his hair as he tries his best to smother the growing smile on his face.

"wow. . .okay. . .wow, was that a yes?"

☆ SJY ( 제이크 ) it takes jake a while to build up the courage to ask you out. so when you say no, it's safe to say he's utterly. . .devastated. jake isn't quite sure how to act around you anymore, choosing to take the rejection. but when sunoo and ni-ki find him moping around in his apartment, it takes only a couple of reality-inducing jabs from them to get him on his feet, and at your door with flowers once again. he shifts nervously on his feet, bouncing from left to right as he tries reciting what he's written down. you cut him off with a laugh, making his heart race, before you take the flowers from him and say yes. jake blinks, mind going blank, before he wraps his arms around you in joy and spins you around promises that this would be the best date ever flying from his mouth.

"you won't regret this at all! this'll be the best date you've ever had,"

☆ PSH (성훈 ) sunghoon isn't great at all this romance stuff. so when he meets you, and starts getting all those tingly, nervous, giddy feelings he decides to work up the courage to ask you out. when you reject him, silence hangs in the air for a painful minute before he nods and slinks away. this moment constantly replays in his head, making him shift in his sleep and grip his hair in embarrassment. so much so, he finds that he can't handle it any longer, calling you in the dead of night, and asking you out once again as soon as you pick up. there's silence from your side of the line, before your voice cuts through accepting his proposal. sunghoon plays it off as cool, but on the inside he's freaking out as he bids you goodbye. looks like he still won't be able to sleep.

"did she just say yes? what just happened?"

ZHOUNAUTS , 2024

[s1eept0ken]

A treat ☣︎ III x Fem!Reader (nsfw)

warnings-pretty much all of it so if you don’t like smut then move on!!

a/n-HIS NEW HAIR HAS INSPIRED ME TO WRITE THIS…y’all also my brain has been non stop and the amount of SMUTTY STORIES in my drafts I tell you..y’all are gonna be spoiled coming up🤭🤭 also this is a long one!!!

MDNI!!!!

꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎

Today was the day iii decided on getting a haircut! He didn’t tell you what he was gonna get just left it a surprise…when he came back home and you saw him you IMMEDIATELY turned into something…like an animal on heat! The way his ashy blonde hair complimented his face and his smooth shaven down back of his head looked so attractive it made you want him 10x more than what you already always do. “Must like it that much huh baby?” he grumbled into your ear as you crawled onto his lap, he placed his large hands on your thighs while you gently pulled him forward, smashing your lips into his while running your hands through his soft hair. You pull away and unbutton his shirt, leaving light hickeys on his throat and collarbones, he whimpers out softly at your warm mouth sucking his skin so gently.

He started to become more desperate, his hips bucking up into you every once in a while. You chuckle out and pull away looking at him while yet again running your hand through his hair. “Since you look so handsome, ‘think you deserve a treat” you say softly, you watch as a faint blush rushes to his face. You lean to unbuckle his belt and pull down both his boxers and pants, you chuckle slightly when his sensitive cock comes out. The way he groans softly when the cold air hits his warm tip. You lean down and give his tip a quick little kiss and sit back up, removing your clothing in a swift motion. As you hover over his cock you notice him looking at you, his pupils blown you have to shake him slightly to get him to focus “ ‘m sorry sweetheart you’re just so beautiful..so such a perfect girl, my perfect girl” he whispers softly while pulling you in by your hips. He now has full control over your body, he sinks you down slowly onto his tip and his tip only. You whimper out when he slams you down onto his entire length, stretching you out so nicely. He grabs your chin and makes you look up at him into his pretty blue eyes. “Takin me so well sweetheart, tell me when you’re ready” he says in a soft tone. You give him a little nod to show that you’re ready and boy does he not hold back.

He has a tight grip on your hips, bouncing you up and down on his cock. “Fuck baby such a good girl for me, couldn’t think of anything I would want more than this for a treat” he groans into your ear. He lets go of your hips and leaves you to do some movement. You rock your hips back and forwards and also in circular motions. One of his hands snakes up your spine and grabs a handful of your hair softly pulling your head back while the other wraps around your throat as he sucks deep marks into your sensitive, soft skin. He ruts his cock into you and you cry out softly he grabs your chin and yet again forces you to make eye contact with him. “Gonna cum baby…can feel you getting tighter..” he pants out into your ear. All it takes is one more deep thrust of his thick cock deep inside you to send you over the edge. You put your head back and squeeze your eyes shut as your orgasm washes over your vulnerable body. He grips onto your hips tightly and thrusts into you a few more times and then cums deep inside you.

He waits for you to come back down and gently pulls you off, picking you up in bridal style. “I feel like you’re giving me a treat..I was supposed to be doing this y’know!” you say feeling bad but he just chuckles in response. “Honey you wouldn’t be able to carry me up stairs..and you did more than enough for me you just being here is enough” he says softly while pecking your cheeks.

꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎

I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THIS :3

Love you!🖤

[toasttt11]

ours

August 14, 2024

Gemma and Macklin were lying in bed in a lake house in Michigan that they have been staying in for the last week with Gemma’s family.

Macklin was laying on Gemma’s lap and her hand in his hair as she scrolled through her phone.

“Macky did you choose your number for sure yet?” Gemma asked curiously as she looked at email she was needed to answer.

“Mhm.” Macklin hummed sleepily being completely relaxed against Gemma, “71.” He was a bit sad he couldn’t have his true number seventeen but seventy one is close to it.

Gemma hummed in reply and titled her head as she thought about something she has been thinking about lately.

Gemma has always played with thirteen but being drafted to the Devils she knew she would need to change her number and she has been trying to find a number she could change too.

She was thinking about and leaning towards picking seventeen, thirteen has always been her lucky number but maybe Macklin’s number could become her new lucky number.

Gemma turned her phone so she could ask Macklin.

“Do you-“ Gemma started and kicked her lips nervously, Macklin titled his head up looking at Gemma hearing her nerves, he grabbed her hand and flashed her reassuring look.

Gemma took a deep breath, “Can i wear seventeen?” Gemma blurted out nervously closing her eyes not understanding why she is so nervous to ask him.

Macklin froze completely and blinked rapidly before sitting up and looking at Gemma in complete shock, “You want to wear my number?” Macklin was incredibly shocked never thinking Gemma would want to wear his number.

Gemma slowly opened her eyes peaking at Macklin’s shocked face and slowly nodded.

Macklin slowly began to smile and he cupped his girlfriend’s face and leaned his forehead agonist her forehead nudging his nudge gently against hers, “Of course you can.” Macklin softly told her.

Gemma let out a long sigh of relief and leaned more into Macklin’s touch, “Are you sure because i do not have to-“ Gemma rambled nervously not wanting to overstep.

Macklin smiled fondly at her rambled and pressed his lips to her lips gently and stopping her from rambling. Gemma’s hands came up to Macklin’s hair pressing him closer to her as they continued to kiss.

Macklin and Gemma both pulled away to catch their breaths as they still leaned their foreheads against each other.

“Gemma i would love if you wore my number.” Macklin firmly reassured her maintaining eye contact as he did, his thumb gently caressing her cheekbone. He really would absolutely adore seeing Gemma wear his number all the time and he would be the one to know why she chose that number.

Gemma slowly nodded seeing the sincerity in Macklin’s voice and on his face.

“It’s our number now.” Macklin softly said with a soft loving smile. He was disappointed when last season he had to change his originally number slightly to seventy one and he would have to continue to use seventy one in the NHL as well, so he was glad that’s Gemma was going to be playing under his true number it meant a lot to him.

“Our number.” Gemma softly repeated back with a sweet smile as she nudged her nose against Macklin’s.

“It already is with how much you already wear it by stealing all my clothes.” Macklin teased her with a playful smile as his fingers gently dug into her side making her immediately squeal with laughter and try to squirm away from Macklin’s hands.

Gemma is always stealing Macklin’s clothes and he knows if he can’t find a piece of his clothing that she definitely has it. Most of the time she has on something that is Macklin’s.

Macklin absolutely does not mind her wearing his clothes, he loves seeing her in his clothes but he does love teasing her about always stealing his clothes.

Macklin continued to tickle her and laughing at her squirming and giggles. He found out pretty quickly after he met her that she is extremely ticklish and he always loves ticking her.

Macklin leaned down and started pressing kisses across her face tickling her even more making her gasp as she was laughing so hard.

He eventually slowed down tickling her and pressed softer kisses to her face making her slowly calm down and catch her breath.

Macklin slowly laid back down on top of Macklin as he pressed another kiss to her cheek.

Gemma finally caught her breath as her hand immediately went to Macklin’s hair and started running her fingers gently through it.

“I love you Hopey.” Macklin lovingly told her staring at her in awe from where he rested his chin on her chest. His finger traced across her face delicately and continued tracing till he reach her little nose and he booped her making her nose scrunch at him.

“I love you too Amore.” Gemma sweetly whispered back smiling as Macklin flushed pink as he does every time she calls him something in Italian.

Macklin smiled gently and pressed a kiss under her jaw before resting his head back down on her chest and sighing happily as her fingers gently combed through his hair.

“Are you excited for Jersey?” Macklin asked her curiously as he knows he really is excited for when they move to New Jersey soon.

They had found an apartment exactly in the middle of the New York Rangers facility and the New Jersey Devils facility.

Macklin could not wait till the days where he would spend more nights in the same bed as Gemma.

Gemma and Macklin did pick out an apartment with separate bedrooms for them both so they can have their own spaces but they knew they are going to end up in the same bed together every night.

“Yeah. I’m really excited.” Gemma honestly told her boyfriend and best friend. She has already been planning out how she is going to decorate their apartment as Macklin told her she can chose all the decorations.

She is also just excited because she gets to live with Macklin, her best friend. When they were in Boston they already spent most of their time at her place anyways and she loved it. Gemma could not wait till she got to live with Macklin fully.

“Good.” Macklin smiled gently hearing the excitement in her voice and could not wait till the day they move in.

Gemma and Macklin both slowly fell asleep in each other’s arms.

[silvermarig0lds]

messed around with some colour grading

[ddollfface]

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐀 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚; 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞

𝗕𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗬𝘂𝗷𝗶𝗿𝗼 𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗺𝗮'𝘀 𝗗𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘁.

Throughout your whole life, you've always felt a sort of presence loom over you. Whether it's protecting you or not, you have no clue, but it's always been there. Somewhat like a mole on the bottom of your foot or that itch in the back of your brain when something is wrong. It's always there, but there's nothing you can do about it. Well, without drastic measures.

You're not sure if it's human or not, but you're assuming so, though the thought is alarming. It's the only reasonable option. I mean, there's no such thing as demons or ghosts, right? So that just leaves the only option, that it's some type of person, some being, possibly a government. Of course, you'd prefer that it'd be some paranoid thought you've conjured in your unconscious, but you're sure that's not the case. How can that be the case when money appears at your, albeit unkept, doorstep? Or how you can sense the eyes on you while you training? And worst of all, how you can just feel the disappointed stare when you're on a date with some random classmate? The pure annoyance in the stare convinces you that this thing is real, that it isn't a figment of your imagination.

And it makes you wonder why. Why do you feel this presence? Well, you're sure that it could be linked to the fact that you're not... normal. There's always been something different about you; you've known this since the day your mama left you. That fearful look in her eyes when she says you smash a plate, just for holding it a little too tight. You thumb and pointer squeezing too much. It was as if she'd been taken back to a memory you weren't aware of, and you still aren't today.

Even at the age of seventeen, you still aren't aware of why your mama left in such haste, leaving everything she owned, only having the clothes on her back and her wallet. It puzzled you, though you were only twelve years old. You knew it was something you'd done; you caused your mama to leave. It was your fault, something you did.

And that's when it started, the presence, I mean. It's always been there, but you started noticing it far more frequently after your mama left. Before, it'd only appear once or twice a year, but now it was every month, maybe more.

For some reason, unknown to you, your mama leaving caused something to change. Something in you changed. It was as if a switch had been flipped inside you, both physically and mentally. You began to assess everything you'd do, trying to comprehend what you could've done to cause your mama to do such a thing, to leave her only daughter, her only child.

Was breaking a plate really that otherwordly to your mama? Sure, you'd only been twelve, but you were sure that girls your age had done the same?

Well, the more you thought of it, the more odd your strength was. You'd always been... stronger than most girls. That was undeniable. Both you and your mother knew of this. It was something in the back of your mind, something you had to be aware of.

You were different. You had to be more careful when you played. You couldn't go overboard, get too excited, and the next thing you knew a girl had a broken arm. The strength you possessed scared you; you didn't want to hurt people.

And with your strength came blood, so much blood, so much pain. Pain that you had caused. You really didn't mean it; you just wanted to play with all the other girls, but you had done it now. Your grip was too tight. You had pushed her too hard. It was your fault, and now she was bleeding. Oh, oh, oh, she was bleeding, a lot.

God, how you hate the smell of blood. The look of it, the feel of it, all of it; it made your head go fuzzy and your heart pound in your chest, but not in a bad way. Not in the way of when you fall off the monkey bars or when your mama catches you with your hand in the cookie jar. It's in the way of when the boy you like looks at you or when you've just finished playing a good game of ball. It's exhilarating, exciting even. You anticipate the feeling of blood between your fingers, rolling down your palm, and staining the sleeves of your uniform.

And that's what made you realize you were different. You didn't feel like other people, other girls, other kids. You were different, on a fundamental level. Even in the basics, how you felt was different. Was different even the right word? You're not too sure, but it scared you.

All these things you were feeling scared you. You didn't want to get pleasure from hurting others! It isn't right, you need help, you concluded. And that's when you realize that your mama ran away because of this, the feelings you get. Your own mama was scared of you. That's why she left you; you now understood.

You came to this understanding a few years ago, around three years, when you were fourteen. It was hard to accept, but you learned and evolved to comprehend your mama's actions. Instead of hating her for it, you sympathized with her. You understood. You would've done the same if you'd seen your darling daughter grow into this violent way of thought throughout the years.

That doesn't take away from the fact that you missed her; you missed your mama dearly. She was oh so kind to you. You miss her voice, her touch, and her cooking. Your mama was a good cook, far better than you've ever been. At least she left her cooking recipes, right?

Now, you are left alone.

Well, not completely alone. You have the ominous presence, you suppose. At least, you're not completely alone. If anything, the presence brings you back, sometimes, but not in a warm way. You can always sense when it's near. Your hair begins to stand, both on your head and on your neck.

Whenever it comes around, you can feel your muscles tense, your hair begins to float, and it's as if you're being reunited with something. With what? You don't know. There's a lot you don't know. You certainly don't know why you're connected to this presence in this way, but you do know how and what you're feeling. It makes you feel weak, like a bug.

You don't like feeling weak; you don't like how this presence makes you feel. You decided that over a year ago. That's when you began to train, wanting to become stronger, which was far easier than you thought.

You'd train day and night, trying to become stronger, better, faster. You wanted to rid yourself of this weak feeling, this feeling of submission you felt whenever you were around this presence. You wanted to harness this natural strength you were born with, this gift you were born with.

You wanted to find this presence and beat it into a bloody pulp for making you feel this way, for making your mama leave you. You didn't know how, but you knew they were connected. You knew that this presence was the cause of your strength, and you sought it out. You were going to find it and beat it, though it only watched from a distance, never getting too close.

This presence had been with you for years. You were sure that you'd be able to find it and beat it.

You'll make sure of it.

[mooseonahunt]

Based on this text post.

[beedlemania]

Davy Jones tboy swag complication

[kaitcreates]

Average game night at the London Institute.

[commonmexicanname]

Listen, I like the "time is being screwed with" theory (thank you @noneorother), but this gave me a thought...

What if it's not the Metatron messing with the timeline, but instead it's Crowley? We know he can control time. What if they lost to hell already and Crowley was so upset he rewound time to try again, but somehow forgot in the process and this was a whisper of a memory?

[lunsiva]

top 10 dc characters that should have a mullet

[cinammonelles]

Diomedes: Talk about your wife

Odysseus: *talks about his wife*

Diomedes: GOD CAN YOU STOP TALKING ABOUT YOUR WIFE FOR 5 FUCKING SECONDS???!?!?

[kusukixcrystal]

MM Classpecting: Saeran Part 2

Zen Classpect

Yoosung Classpect

Jaehee Classpect

Jumin Classpect

707 Classpect

V Classpect

Saeran Classpect Part 1

This is part 2 of my Saeran classpecting post. In the first part is the Page of Heart interpretation, which I don't believe is his actual classpect. Now, I will cover what I think suits his character considering the events of the main story (Deep Story, 707 route and Secret Endings)

Classpect Interpretation 2:

Classpect - Muse of Rage (+): One who commands Rage, or commands through Rage, for others.

How this applies Saeran: Holy. Shit. Where do I even start? The world is out for Saeran: his father is trying to kill him and his mother abused him. Rika then indoctrinated him into a fucking cult. Saeran blames his own weak constitution for why his brother left him. In Mint Eye he accepts that the world is a cruel place, and dwells in self-deprecation, hatred and negativity.

In Another Story we see what would happen if Saeran breaks out of this cycle of self-deprecation, gaining strength in order to protect MC and his brother. In order to mature, in both Another Story and the Secret Endings Saeran must learn to trust Saeyoung and the RFA in order to escape Mint Eye and lead a better life. At his worst as Unknown he is pessimistic, isolates himself and suppresses any emotions that would deem him ‘weak’. Saeran in his After Story works with Jumin and Jaehee to stop his father, using his hacker skills. He has the ability to exert force on his environment when provided backing from people he cares about. We see the world tug him in every which way; V trying to show Saeran positive sides to the world with gardening and photography. Rika with Mint Eye. Another Story makes this more explicit, with the divide between Ray and Saeran. At that point he was still not Unknown yet, still malleable with Rika and V trying to shape him.

Unknown Commands over many people in Mint Eye and is in a high position. He orchestrates getting MC into the RFA and yadda yadda. 

We have to talk about why I think he is a Muse in the context of the main story. In Homestuck, Muse/Lord are considered to be Master Classes. They are classes given to only 2 characters in the entire comic: Calliope and Caliborn respectively. We see that with these classes these two play the role of influencing the other characters to act. They are given to people who influence the events of the entire story to a great degree. As one of Mystic Messenger's main antagonists, Saeran's role can not be understated. His actions literally lead to all the stories/routes happening. He is the one to lead MC to Rika's apartment. He is the one to hack the RFA chatroom and put everyone on high alert. He is the one to break into Rika's apartment and threatens to blow it up with the bomb. He is a Conductor, Commanding the RFA to act through using his Aspect... Speaking of his Aspect, let's discuss that.

This is what the Extended Hiveswap Zodiac has to say about the Rage Aspect:

“Those bound to the aspect of Rage are bringers of chaos. They possess great contempt for lies or false ideas, including the stability that false ideas can impart. To them, the true is far more important than the good; they would tear down a system just to destabilize it if, by their reckoning, it is built on faulty premises. Often the Rage-bound prefer anarchy to any of the alternate forms of civilization, which they believe to be riddled with lies and foolishness and obedient masses. They are bringers of confusion and doubt, and they can be frustratingly difficult to convince otherwise when they have attached themselves to an idea. If they sound dangerous, they are. The Rage-bound tend to be most volatile and unpredictable of the aspects. At their best they are original, revolutionary, and fearless. At their worst they are cruel, uncompromising, and vicious.”

How this applies to Saeran:

As previously stated, as a Muse of Rage Saeran Commands with Rage, utilizing his Aspect, his Rage, against the RFA to sew chaos and disorder within the narrative. Destroying the RFA's once peaceful lives.

He does this because he believes in Mint Eye's ideology, that outside institutions are feeding everyone lies and that they are a paradise in this world. He believed Rika, thinking that Saeyoung lied about saving him. These 'lies' and 'false ideas' from both his brother and society makes Saeran very angry, using it to destabilize the RFA. This brings doubt to the members of the RFA, where once everyone (excluding Yoosung) believed in V wholeheartedly, began to doubt him when they learn that there is a bomb in Rika's apartment and his constant absence.

When a Muse Commands with their Aspect, they are shaped by it too. His Aspect of Rage shapes him into Unknown, blinded by betrayal and Rage against Saeyoung, turning him into a violent bundle of anger and sorrow. He embodies the forces of his Aspect through violence and utilizing the bomb in Rika’s apartment and the gun he uses to shoot V. He also presumably tortures Yoosung with stuff as well (Yoosung Bad Ending 3). Unknown’s presence haunts the RFA in the game, the hacker threat a prominent story thread hanging over them. This influences the RFA to be careful and take precautions. The martyrdom part applies more to After Story Saeran, who sacrifices himself by directly confronting his father for his brother.

In Saeyoung's route, when he confronts Saeran in Rika's apartment and even at Mint Eye, he has difficulty getting his brother to believe that he thought he was living a good life. Saeran's belief can not be swayed easily, a prominent trait seen in the Rage-bound.

Saeran is unpredictable and volatile, seen in all Casual and Deep Stories in this game. He can strike a hacker attack at any time. In bad endings he appears almost randomly, catching the characters off guard.

In the beginning of his route, he uses his Rage to hurt and Command the MC, having control over her. It is only after the route progresses and MC gets through to him, somehow managing to persuade him away from his false ideals, that Saeran redirects his Rage in a different direction: towards Rika and his father.

Just to clarify, the reason I bring up Another Story so much in this analysis when I said I’d only focus on the main story in previous posts is because we just never had the opportunity to see much of Saeran in the og game. These traits of his character do apply to who he is as a person, its just that we only get to see it in Another Story more. Its the same thing as looking at other character routes to build a characterization of the other RFA members. His main role in the narrative still takes precedent and it all still fits well with Unknown/Saeran.

Now that we discussed his Class and Aspect separately, let's summarize. A Muse of Rage would be one who Commands Rage for Others. A Muse could be subjected to anger and violence themselves (his abuse and neglect), he later goes on to have Command over Rage and violence himself as Unknown. He inspires Rage within others (The RFA), and Commands them through Rage and have them pit against each other. In Saeyoung’s route Yoosung voices his grievances about V after the bomb was revealved. Saeyoung begins to doubt too, and is frustrated that V is hiding information from him, losing all trust and incensed after seeing Saeran. Even Jumin begins to confront V about his absence and behavior. By doing all of this, the narrative progresses forward, Saeyoung and MC finally deciding to go to Mint Eye, where all truths are revealed.