#go play this game. go play this game. go play this game. now.

[lemonlover1110]

𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀!

Sylus

Pairing: Sylus x f!Reader

Summary: You leave a memento for Sylus before your business trip

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Smut, Oral Sex (m. receiving), FILMING (aka they make a sex tape), Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Cockwarming, Nipple Play, Praising

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Sylus gets pouty when he realizes you’ll be gone for a week. He doesn’t know how he ever survived without you. The thought almost seems impractical now. 

The issue with Sylus is that you notice he’s upset, but nobody else does. Sylus successfully manages to suppress any and all of his feelings. To everyone else he looks normal, but you notice that something is off with him. His lips are slightly pursed together instead of being in their typical straight line. His eyebrows are more together than usual, and you can’t help but notice how he subtly wrinkles his nose when you mention that you’ll be gone for a week.

He’s upset, but every time that you mention it Sylus completely denies it. He typically laughs, as if you’ve told some sort of joke when you’ve simply pointed out your observations. He keeps up the facade that he’s a big and strong man that won’t get upset by his girlfriend leaving him; even if it’s with you. You won’t push the matter though, if he claims that he isn’t upset then he’s not upset.

“Is everything packed?” Sylus asks, staring at the pink bag that contains all of your stuff for the week. Sure, it’s big but not enough for a week’s worth of clothes and necessities. It surprises him when you nod. “Sweetie, I know you aren’t low maintenance…”

“You act like I’ll be gone for a month. It’s just a week, and I’ll mostly be in uniform.” You respond, and you watch as his face contorts. He’s upset. Your eye could twitch at his reaction– It’s not that you’re mad that he’s upset, you’re mad because he denies it. No matter what you say he’ll deny it.

“Right, it’s just a week.” He answers. Comforting yet distressful words. 

“But maybe you’re right, in case I need to stay for longer I should pack–” You begin but before you can even finish the thought, the man cuts you off.

“Why would you need to stay for longer?” His words almost come out jumbled from how fast he speaks. He notices how he acts and corrects his speech, “Doesn’t the association have other hunters? Why would they exclusively force you to stay?”

“I’m important at my job, Sylus.” You point out, getting pouty yourself. However, you should be happy. You can see the distress in his eyes by the mere suggestion that you might have to stay for longer. “And since you won’t miss me around, I might just stay longer.”

“You’re more than welcome to.” He crosses his arms, not willing to let you win in this petty game that you have suddenly created. 

“Fine.” You frown, grabbing your bag from the bedroom and heading toward the door.

“Where are you going?” He questions as you begin to walk away.

“I’m sleeping in the guest room.” You announce, and you watch as he clenches his jaw; yet, he won’t say a thing. He nods. He’ll let you have your way.

You expect Sylus to be in your room within thirty minutes, but he’s nowhere to be seen. You know him enough to know that he’ll show up to your room eventually, you’re just not sure that you’ll be awake for when that happens. Your eyes are getting heavy, before you know it, you’ll be asleep.

Luckily, at thirty-one minutes, you feel a heavy weight settle in beside you. He’ll continue to deny that he’s upset. But he doesn’t have to admit that he’s upset for you to know– What difference will it make if he admits it?

“Are you asleep?” He whispers as his arm goes over your body, bringing you closer to him. You hum in response, quickly followed by a giggle from you. “Does that mean you don’t want to talk?”

“Will you admit that you’ll miss me?” You ask him as you feel his cold hand going under your shirt, looking for warmth. You nearly squeal at the cold hands, but you’re used to them. He nuzzles his nose into your neck, answering your question in the most unusual manner.

“Who’s going to warm me up?” He responds.

“Mephisto.” You joke, but he can’t find any humor in your words. He’s serious, yet you’re laughing.

“And who’ll keep me company?” He continues while your hand caresses his arm. He’s letting himself be soft, a pleasure that only you get to witness. He’d call it his weak side, but you think it’s his finest trait.

“I’m only one call away.” You remind him, but you understand that it’s not the same. You take his hand out of your shirt and turn on your side to look at him. He’s looking down at you with soft eyes, completely filled with worry.

“I want to see your face.” He says, and your hand goes to his cheek, pinching it. 

“Your phone has a camera, silly. You’re always calling me on facetime.” He’s finding issues with anything and everything, all which has a solution. Your lips land on the tip of his nose before you ask, “Is it because you’re going to miss my kisses and undivided attention?”

He stays quiet, and you peck his lips. You kiss him over and over again. You’ll do it until he asks you to stop, but Sylus is never going to stop you. As long as you’re all over him, he’s happy. 

“Kiss your hand whenever you miss me.” Your thumb caresses his cheek, and he looks at you with adoring eyes. You press your forehead against his, while his arm brings you closer to him.

“What if I’m missing more than just your kisses?” He asks, and your brows perk up. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he’s insinuating, but you choose to act stupid. You want to hear the exact words.

“Hmm… What do you mean?” You sit up, batting your eyelashes at him. A smirk comes to his lips, noting the mischief in your eyes. You get on top of him, knees on either side of him while his hands go to your waist.

“You know exactly what I mean, kitten.” He responds, his hands going under your shirt once again– This time, they aren’t looking for warmth; they’re being naughty and trailing up your skin. “What will I do when I need more than your kisses?”

“You have the internet.” You remind him, reaching into his pocket to pull out his precious phone. You input the password, one that so perfectly matches with your birthday, and open the browser on his phone. Before you can begin typing, he snatches the phone from your hand.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sylus’ eyes narrow as he stares at the tiny screen. You bite down your lip, suppressing a smirk. His eyes look back and forth between you and his phone.

“I was going to show you where you can go whenever you need a little bit more–” You begin, but he cuts you off. He’s almost offended that you were about to even suggest that.

“Why would I want to watch anyone that isn’t you, kitten?” He raises an eyebrow, and you feel your cheeks get warm at his comment. His hand goes under your chin, tilting your head to look directly down at him. “Do you understand my frustration?”

“It’s only a week.” Your words bring little to no comfort to him. 7 days. 168 hours. 10,080 minutes. 604,800 seconds. It’s not just a week. “What else can I do? It’s my job.”

“I told you that you can always quit– But since you don’t want to do that… Nothing.” He ends up sighing. You’d almost feel bad for Sylus, if he weren’t overreacting. You’ve lost count of the amount of times the amount suddenly disappeared for days on end.

“You’ll survive.” You tell him, as your eyes land on his phone. An idea comes to your mind, but you don’t have the guts to outright suggest it. You peck his lips before you whisper, “If you tell me you’ll miss me then I’ll do you a favor.”

“Which is?” He questions, and he watches your eyes land on his phone. He doesn’t need to be told twice, or in this case, not even once. He moves your hair out of the way and kisses your forehead, lips moving down to the tip of your nose and then your lips. “I don’t know what I’ll do without you.”

“Now you can admit it.” You joke, lips landing on his, more intensely than any kiss you’ve shared tonight. His breathing gets heavy, body temperature suddenly rising as he feels your lips on yours. The moment an opening comes to you, your tongue enters his mouth and presses against his own. 

His hands roam through your body, going under your shirt and landing on your tits. Fingers circle and lightly pinch your nipples while his teeth bite down your bottom lip before pulling away. Sylus can’t properly enjoy himself before you push his hands away from your breasts,

You grab his phone, opening the camera and beginning the video, before forcing him to take it. You smile at the camera before your hands lift up your shirt, putting on a show for the screen. Sylus’ free hand can’t help itself, quickly fondling your chest.

“Make sure you get my good angle.” You adjust the camera before your body moves down. You begin to kiss his lower abdomen, moving down until his briefs stop you. Your finger hooks under the waist band, pulling down and freeing his cock from its restraints. 

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, giving it a couple of strokes before you spit on it. Your head moves down, tongue circling the tip of his dick, earning a groan from him. He tries to keep the phone still, not wanting to look back at the footage and watch blurry footage, but it’s hard to keep still when he’s so sensitive. 

Eyes look up at him as your mouth wraps around his length, taking in as much as you can. You slowly bob your head, each movement earning a sound from the man. You’re putting on a show for him– Making a memorable video for him. It’ll be his most prized possession, yet the most confidential.

“Good job.” He praises, almost out of breath as your mouth gags on his cock. Tears well up in your eyes, his dick too much for you to handle. You’re trying to outdo yourself for the audience, taking all of him while you know that you can’t.

“You’re such a good girl.” He tells you while you take your mouth off his cock, spit coating your chin as you gasp for air. 

“Is it good, baby? Will you be thinking of this while I’m gone?” Your eyes are focused on the camera, not even bothering on looking at your boyfriend. Sylus would complain, if his eyes weren’t rolling to the back of his head. Your lips kiss the tip before your tongue circles around his cock again.

His voice gets louder as your mouth sets just the right pace. His breath gets caught up in his chest, slowly losing control. Your hand massages his balls as you watch Sylus’ face contort with pleasure.

Sylus moans your name as his cum hits the back of your throat. He groans as he empties himself inside your mouth. You take your mouth off his cock, making sure to swallow every last drop of his cum and sticking your tongue out so the camera can see how much of a good girl you are.

“Good girl, making sure to not waste a single drop.” Sylus says, his hand going down to your mouth and wiping the corner of your mouth. Your face goes up, lips landing on his own, which he happily receives. When he pulls away, he reminds you, “You have to complete the show, kitten.”

“Put the phone on the nightstand.” You tell him, and while he tries to find the perfect position, you take off your pants. His hands get shaky, desperate to continue. It’s the last time he’ll see you like this for a week, and he’ll make sure to enjoy every single minute. 

“Fuck– Fuck!” He curses as the phone falls, something that he’ll have to edit out of the video– Is he seriously thinking about editing his sex tape? He can simply fast forward, but that’ll just ruin his mood.

“Will you hurry?” You whine, getting desperate to feel him inside of you. You can’t wait for him to find the perfect position. Just as he settles the phone down perfectly, you push your panties to the side. You align his cock with your entrance, and slowly settle down on his length. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his cock fills you up.

“Fuck…” He mutters, out of breath as he feels your cunt wrap around him. As much as he loves your mouth, it truly can’t compare. Oh, he could cry knowing that he’ll only have his hand for a week. He’ll make do with what you’ve given him.

“Oh, fuck.” You moan, adjusting to his dick before you begin to move. You’re bouncing on his cock, setting a slow pace. His hands grip your ass while he lifts his face to bury it between your tits. He’ll make sure to enjoy his last few moments with you; it’s why you call him overdramatic, he acts as if he’ll never see you again. Though, right now you can’t complain about the way he acts. His tongue licks your cleavage before his mouth successfully latches onto your nipple.

Sylus moves his hips, moving much faster than you. You meet him half way, moans getting louder as his cock hits every right spot. Maybe you’re putting on such a show because you want the video yourself, you’ll definitely need it. You grab a fistful of his hair, pulling his head back which causes him to bite down before pulling away. The pain adds to the pleasure.

“You’re doing such a good job.” You talk to him as if he were a pathetic little pet. A tone of voice which he hates to admit he enjoys. “Are you my good boy, Sylus?”

“Yes.” He admits, sex brain getting the best of him– No, it’s something that he’d admit at any other time with you… Not with people around, but regardless, he’d admit it. “I’m your good boy, kitten.”

You smile, eyes darting directly at the tiny camera that captures the moment. Surely, he’ll deny that he ever said those words but luckily, you have an audience this time around.

“You feel so good.” He tells you, one hand going down to play with your clit. Your breath hitches, your hands wrapping to the back of his neck as your lips land on his. He’s met with pure carnal desire, a side of you that he rarely comes across with. A side that he thoroughly enjoys. 

“I’m gonna– Fuck–” You begin as you pull away, but you can’t finish your sentence. You begin to tighten around him, your orgasm rapidly approaching and taking over you. 

“Come all over me, sweetheart.” His eyes look down at his cock, watching as your pussy wraps around it. A sight that he’ll be thinking about for 604,800 seconds. His phone will do no justice. 

“Sylus– It’s so fucking good!” You’re practically screaming, surely making a spectacle of yourself. You’d make a great actress, that’s for sure. You throw your head back, mouth falling agape as pleasure consumes you.

“Good job, kitten. Good job.” He praises you as your orgasm consumes you and you make a mess all over him. He can’t help but grab the phone and practically show off to where your two bodies meet. It’s a sight that he never wants to forget about.

“Look at you, you made such a mess.” He clicks his tongue, but it’s a mess that he appreciates, especially with how your pussy feels around him. Your lips meet once again, while his thrusts become unregulated. 

“I’m gonna come inside you, okay?” He tells you, making you frantically nod in response. Before you know it, Sylus’ seed coats your insides. The man is unwilling to pull out until he makes sure that every last drop of his cum is inside of you– Though that’s hard as it drips out of your cunt and coats his cock. 

Sylus makes sure to get one last frame of your pussy, before panning the camera to your face. You smile at the camera, winking before you kiss the lens. That’s when Sylus decides to end the perfect video. 

“Is that enough for you?” You ask as you try to lift yourself up from his cock, but his hands hold you down.

“Let’s stay like this for a bit.” You swear you see a pout on his lips once again. He doesn’t want to let you go just yet.

“Fine.” You agree as his lips peck yours ever-so-lovingly.

“I’ll miss you.” He finally admits, and you smile before kissing him again. You had imagined the revelation to be more romantic… But this will make do.

“I love you, Sylus.”

“I love you too.”

[naburi]

ARE YOU ASLEEP?

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“One more game!” Your friends yell through your screen. You heard a few knocks that caught your attention. It’s your sister standing in front of you, “are you asleep?” You noticed her eyes are shut. You can hear your friends calling you to start the game. “Go back to your room, I’ll play now!” She somehow understood and walked back slowly to her room. “Why would I do that!” Your family was laughing when the two of you started bickering. Sana denied what she did last night but it happened again. You look at your sister's pretty face and get an idea. “Come inside,” you smirk.

Even with her eyes closed, Sana walks inside your room with familiarity as if she knows where she’s going. She sits at the end of the bed like she usually does when visiting your room. You locked the door behind you. The silence seemingly grew loud as you can only hear your footsteps walking towards her. You asked yourself in disbelief, “are you really asleep?”

Sana is sitting with her back straight and her head is directly at you as if she is listening. You close the gap between your face to look if your sister is just faking it. You see no sign of movement or any reaction at all. Instead, you saw up close her flawless face. You know your sister is pretty, everyone on campus knows about her, even your friends confess they like your sister. She has feminine features that will attract your attention and also have sharp edges that will flutter your heart. From her pointy nose to her sharp jawlines. Her features compliment the other, creating an alluring face. Too bad she is your sister and you can’t do anything about it… or can you?

You go pinch her fluffy cheeks. Sana has soft cheeks that contrast her slim face. Your fingertip sunken on her face which elicited nothing as your sister hadn't moved yet one bit. You try to pinch her nose and she suddenly coughs due to lack of air. You froze in place as you got worried you would wake her up. Sana's cough did not last long as she went back to sit properly with her perfect posture. Your hand touches her face again but this time to hold her gorgeous face. Your palm is on her cheek while your thumb caresses her face. You thought where could your hands go next?

Sana is wearing an oversized sweater which she pairs with Loose fitting shorts. Everytime she walks around the house with those shorts, you can slightly peek through her butt cheeks. Your sister knows you can see them but she doesn't mind as she just wants to be comfortable inside your home. She sometimes walks around braless, her tits bouncing through her thin top, her nipples are poking through the fabric but she still doesn’t attempt to cover her body over your sneaky glances. She knows that you wouldn’t think of her that way because you are his sibling but have you not thought about the things that you wanted to do with Sana?

As you sit beside your sister, your hands find the hem of her sweater. You carefully lift it up just to reveal that she is not wearing any top underneath. Your sister has a thin waist with seductive curves that compliments her wide hips. Sana’s body shivers as cold air touches her exposed midriff. You get alerted quickly and you pull down her sweater with no hesitation. Not even a second, your brain comes up with another idea. Instead of pulling up her shirt, your hands went inside her sweater to explore her body. You can see the bulge your hand caused as it carefully went up searching for a pair of boobs. Her bra blocks you from holding Sana’s tits but will this stop you from advancing?

Your fingertips go under her bra to move them upwards. The bra snaps back as you made a mistake of pulling back your hand fast. Sana left a low groan reacting to it. Hearing that from her made you more motivated. You put your other hand inside her sweater to get a hold of her boobs. Sana has perfect size boobs that fits her seductive body. You carefully cup them from below and squeeze them up. Soft moans can be heard as you continue to fondle her boobs. Sana reacts differently when you grace her now hard nipples. She released a quick high pitch moan when you touched them. Will you touch her nipples again?

Sana moans grow loud as you are pinching her hard nipples. You twist and pull them alternately as if you’re tuning her moans. Your both hands start focusing on her nipples more and Sana reacts the way you expected her to. Suddenly, her body arched up due to too much nipple stimulation. You remove your hold onto them as your hands go back to fondling her boobs to somehow calm her down. You want to be able to lift her sweater up with her feeling the cold temperature. “Lay down,” you said. You look at her carefully if she will oblige on what you said. With her eyes still closed. Sana scoots up on your bed to lay down her full body. You grabbed your comforter which you put on top of you and your sister. After carefully positioning yourself on top of Sana, you are now sitting on her slowly pulling up her sweater until it reveals her nipples.

The boobs that you are sneakingly looking at are now in fully front of you. Your look at your two hands moves up to her slim waist, feeling her soft skin before reaching her boobs again. Sana’s boobs are somehow bigger than you expect. She always wears a tight bra to hide the true size of her boobs. You go back to fondling her boobs until you have another idea. You move up to her torso right below her boobs. You move down your shorts to let your hard cock tell how horny she is making you feel. You watch her boobs move when you use your hard cock to pat them. Your tip touches her still hard nipples. Knowing that her nipples are now sensitive, you carefully pressed your cock on top of it as you let the two body parts feel the other. You lay your cock in her chest as you get a hold of her boobs. Sana’s boobs are just big enough to squeeze your cock in between them. They may not fully cover your hard cock but just enough to feel them on both sides. Carefully moving your cock between her boobs. You look at your sister’s gorgeous sleeping face. Her head is tilted to the side as she is still asleep. You quicken the pace just enough to rock the bed with your movement. You noticed that your cock is already twitching, you haven’t released for a while thus you reached your limit this fast. You are contemplating if you are going to bust on her chest or just release it elsewhere. Thoughts become empty when your eyes are set again on her face. Sana’s face cannot go unblemished. You give a final thrust before realising to her chest. Spurts of cum go to her chess that drips down to her neck, some long spurts even reach her jaw and lower lips.

“I need to shower,” Sana said while holding her neck. She felt that her neck and chest were a bit sticky. You eat your breakfast in silence as you don’t know how to react to it. The night came, you forgot to lock the door as you were busy playing with your friends. “Dude, why is your sister there?” One of your friends pointed out. You look at your back to see Sana seated beside your bed again. You noticed the door is wide open. “Let me talk to her!” “Hi Sana, you look stunning at school today!” Your other friends chimed in. “Let’s finish this game quickly.” You said, not wanting them to notice that your sister is really asleep. “Why are you here?” Baffled that she goes inside your room unconsciously.

Looking at her face, you got an idea on how you would spend the rest of the night. “Kneel,” you said as you guided her down to the floor. You felt a bulge in your shorts. Letting your semi hard cock out. You put it on her face as it continues to grow to its full length. Your cock covers half of her face, your balls are touching her jaw, your shaft is resting on the side of her sharp nose. You hold your shaft to pat her face with your hard cock. “Show your tongue.” Sana opens her mouth to reveal her tongue. You put the tip of your cock on her wet tongue, patting it multiple times before giving her another instruction. “You’re licking a lollipop, taste it well.” Sana’s hand went and grabbed your shaft. She positioned your cock more upright to lick the back of your tip. You groan as you can feel her tongue well with every movement. She’s licking your tip as if she’s hungry for it. You push cock forward so that her tongue licks a different part of your shaft. Sana’s tongue is reaching your balls and you are more than happy to give it to her. You guide her head down to meet your balls. Sana’s tongue reaches all sides of your balls. She licks it as if she can taste it with every lick. You stroke your shaft while she’s on your balls, feeling hot on what Sana is doing down there. You hold your loud moan as her tongue work is making you lose your mind.

You pull up her head by the hair. Sana’s tongue is still out with saliva dripping all over her mouth. You know what you wanted to do next but you are worried that she might get woken up. “Spit on it,” you said as you wanted her to lubricate your cock. Sana gives it a few spit as you stroke the wetness around to lubricate all of your cock. “Open your mouth.” You said while still holding her by the hair. Sana widens her mouth, you put the tip of your cock on her mouth as you are slowly pushing it inside. Your cock is slowly disappearing inside her but her sudden cough made you pause. Your cock is about to enter her throat and she is seemingly struggling with it. “Calm down, just open your mouth nice and wide.” You told her. Sana eventually stops gagging as you continue to deepen your cock inside her mouth. You moan as your whole shaft is inside her mouth. Sana’s nose is hitting the base. You pull your cock after a few seconds to let the girl breathe. Her jaw is now completely wet due to the amount of saliva she’s drooling. You let her catch some air before putting your cock inside her mouth again. You put a third of your cock back in her throat before pulling it back slowly. You hold her head by the hair with your two hands now, stabilizing it as you pace your thrust inside her mouth. Sana’s mouth looks full with how thick your cock is in her mouth. She may be your sister but it looks like her mouth is perfectly molded for your cock to use. A few more strokes and you feel that you are near. Not wanting to cum on her again, you hold her in the back of the head to meet your final thrust before realising. Your whole cock is deep in your mouth as you unload your cum in her throat. You pull your cock out of her ruined mouth and some of your cum drools down from her wet lips.

“What happened to your knee?” Your mother noticed the bruise on Sana’s knees. “I don’t even know” Sana replied while she walks in pain, clearly bothered by the bruises. “I’ll get some ice.” You iced up her knee while she eats her breakfast. You felt guilty about what you did. You didn’t expect that she would kneel that long. The school hours felt long as your mind was occupied with what you did with your sister. You can’t wait to go home as you have something in mind for later. “Why do you need that?” Your friend asked while you were in the store to buy some lubricant.

The night comes and so your sister. She is sitting on the end of the bed, waiting for what you will do to her. “Lay down,” you instructed her. You are standing on the side of the bed watching Sana position herself in the bed. You pull out the lubricant that you bought to smear it in your already hard cock. You give it a few strokes to coat it well before going onto the bed. You pull out her shorts to expose her slit. “Open your legs” you said as your eyes are glued to her pink slit. Her slit is as tight as you expect it. You lube your two fingers as you want to warm her slit up. A wet sound can be heard as your lubricated fingers are disappearing inside her slit. You look at her face to see how she would react. Sana’s close her eyes more as she moans in pleasure. “Calm down, don’t make a noise” you said as she moaned louder than she did before. You move your fingers inside her while Sana is trying not to make a noise. Your fingers are now easily getting in and out indicating that her slit is now wet. You put your lubricated cock now in her entrance. The feeling of your tip touching her slit shuts down all your thoughts. Your basic instincts make you push your cock into her slit. Sana is clearly struggling to not moan. “Stay calm, cover your mouth.”

You continue to push your cock deep in her. You wonder if this will finally wake her up but you don’t care anymore. Muffled moans can be heard as Sana feels your whole cock inside her. You groan while you feel her tight slit. You hold her by the hips to pull your cock out before thrusting it back again. Your bed makes a sound with every thrust in her as you fasten your pace. You pull up her sweater to get a hold of her boobs. One hand in her waist while the other is grabbing her boob. You and Sana are moaning in unison. The two of you are struggling to contain the sound of pleasure. Sana’s legs hug your waist as you continue to thrust on her. You pause to check her criss cross legs around your waist. You read this as Sana unconsciously asking for more. You lay on top of her. “Stay calm, I’ll go harder.” You whisper to her as your hips go up before giving her deep thrust. Sana moans back in your ear like she is trying to communicate as well. You look at your sister’s face while you continue giving her long and deep thrusts. You felt that she was near her orgasm evident by her shaking legs. Sana was about to let out a loud moan but you covered her mouth just in time. Her inside tightens as she orgasm. This made you close to your near as well. You pull out as you feel your cock twitching. Spurts of cum were released on her stomach.

“Why am I in your bed!?” Sana woke up the next morning beside you.

[plutoslastwords]

I love ur baby Norris fic smmmm

Can you do one where she gets hurt or smth and Oscar is there to help her and he is the only one she wants to look after her xx

bring your kid to work day (gone wrong)

lando norris x daughter!reader, oscar piastri x norris!daughter!reader

summary: baby norris has an accident when visiting the mtc, who will she listen to? not her dad!

warnings: slight description of a broken wrist

w/c: 1.9k

a/n: ahh tysm for requesting! i hope you like it 😁 thank you everyone for so much love on lost and found <3 keep the requests coming!

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Unfortunately, children were not technically allowed at the Mclaren Technology Centre. To make matters worse, the only random uni student Lando had found willing to look after his daughter for 8 hours for the next few days had cancelled. It didn’t help that Max F, Lando’s only friend currently living in London, was in Brazil either.

Therefore, Lando had no choice but to take you to the MTC with him, making special arrangements with Zak and Andrea that you’d be on your best behaviour, you were an angel! (Most of the time..)

That brings us to now, you are strapped in the backseat of Lando’s car, in your booster seat, as he drives to the MTC, babbling excitedly about what you’re going to do today. 

“Gonna see Osc, Daddy!” you squeal, evidencing your adoration for the Aussie driver, who for some reason you’ve been completely attached to since the moment he joined the team. It's quite strange if you think about it, the quiet, reserved Australian and the hyperactive, excitable 3 year old, but he too is very fond of you.

“Yeah, baby, you gonna give him a big hug?” Lando coos at your excitement, he finds it endearing how much you love Oscar, and it also gives him an excuse to put babysitting duties onto his teammate.

You nod rapidly in response to his question, then completely forgetting about Oscar and going on to chatter about something that had happened at nursery a couple days prior.

Soon enough, Lando pulls his car into the MTC’s carpack, jumping out and coming round to unbuckle you and haul you into his arms, giving you a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“You gonna be Daddy’s good girl, angel?” He asks as he walks into the building, bouncing you gently in his arms.

“Yes daddy!” You cheer in excitement, you were ecstatic to be able to visit your daddy’s work, your tiny face plastered with a massive grin.

“My best girl..” He murmurs as he greets some people with a small nod, making a beeline for his office, where you’ll stay whilst he works. He plops you down on the sofa that he has, grabbing your iPad from his bag and putting on a movie for you to watch.

“Okay baby, Daddy’s just going to go to a meeting, I won’t be long, if you need anything then Zak’s office is just next door, I love you my darling.” Too engrossed in your movie to speak, you simply nod and wave at him as he leaves.

In normal circumstances, Lando would never leave you completely by yourself for an extended period of time, but these were dire circumstances and he trusted that he knew enough people at Mclaren who would look out for you if you decided to pull an escaping act.

After about 20 minutes of watching your movie, you got bored, you had already seen this one before, and the songs weren’t as good when your daddy wasn’t singing them with you. You try to entertain yourself by playing some games that you have downloaded on your iPad, but even they did not give you the thrill and excitement that you need.

You remember in the car when your daddy said that Oscar was gonna be here today, but he hasn’t come to see you yet, a pout formed across your face at that realisation. Therefore, you climbed off the sofa, and decided to toddle around the MTC in search of the Australian driver.

With hindsight, Lando thinks that maybe he should’ve sent an email warning Mclaren employees that his daughter was going to make a guest appearance that day, because no one batted an eye as you wandered around the factory in search for Oscar.

You think you’re making progress, something in your 3 year old brain is telling you that Oscar is close, when you trip on your own feet, hurtling down to the floor right onto your wrist.

You let out a blood curdling screech, as pain shoots up your tiny wrist, immediately bursting into dramatic sobs, wailing as you sit on the floor clutching your arm. 

Luckily, you must have been blessed with the gift of prophecy, because as it so happens, Oscar was around this part of the building for his lunch break, stopping in his tracks when he heard your scream. Lando had said something about bringing you in this week… he thought, as he beelined to the source of the cries.

“Oh bug, what’s happened here!?” He exclaims worriedly, scooping you up into his arms as you continue to sob. You don’t make any coherent response, possibly something about your ‘wist’, but Oscar knows that you’re in pain and that is enough for him.

“Okay baby, I’m gonna get you to your daddy, okay?” He tries to put on his best soothing voice, but in reality he is slightly panicking as he holds his teammate's daughter in a bundle in his arms whilst she cries her eyes out.

You shake your head furiously at that, hot tears still rolling down your little face, “Don’t want daddy!!” You screech, your daddy had left you! You just wanted Oscar.

Oscar doesn’t really know what to do, and your screams will soon start to attract attention, so he can’t just be standing in the middle of the hallway doing nothing. He brushes his free hand over the top of your head, trying to calm you down with a soothing motion as he coos soft words at you, “Shh, baby, ‘M not gonna do anything you don’t want me to, breathe sweetheart…”

He decides his best bet is to first bring you back to his office, and calling Lando from there, he knows he’s got some ice in there that he can put on your small wrist, which is quickly swelling and turning a purplish colour, which he decides is probably not a good sign.

Still whispering sweet words to you, he takes your sobbing form to his office, gently sitting you on his own couch and putting some ice on your wrist, cooing soothing words as you complain about the cold.

He then grabs his phone, quickly dialing Lando’s number. “Hey mate, you think you could come to my office, gotta slight problem here…”

Ever the protective dad, Lando immediately picks up on your wails from the other end of the line, “What the fuck is going on?!? I- I’m on my way.” He hangs up before Oscar can explain that no, he has not intentionally harmed his daughter.

In a matter of seconds, much quicker than his usual pace, Oscar notes, Lando is in his office, kneeling at your side. “Angel, what happened? Tell daddy what happened, where does it hurt?” He shoots questions at you.

You just shake your head at him, reaching your good arm for Oscar.

Oscar stands there awkwardly, stuck between his teammate’s betrayed expression and your sweet, sad, big, adorable eyes… he gives in, coming to sit next to you and pulling you into his lap.

“You gonna tell me and your daddy what happened, sweet girl?” He asks softly, smoothing your hair over.

Through hiccups and sobs you manage a few words “T-Tripped! Wrist is sore…” you sniffle, snuggling into Oscar’s lap.

“Your wrist, baby?” Lando asks, “Can you show daddy?”

You just hide your face in Oscar’s chest, shaking your head, and Lando just looks at Oscar slightly helplessly, his own daughter won’t even talk to him…

“You gotta show your daddy otherwise it won’t get better, sweetheart…” Oscar murmurs to you, feeling pity on Lando.

You sniffle but reluctantly pull out your wrist from where you’ve been hiding it from under the ice to show Lando, who has to suppress a gasp - for your sake - at how bad it really is. Oscar’s eyes widen also, as he exchanges a glance with Lando about what they are going to have to do.

Oscar, gently places his hands over your little ears, “You think you should take her to the hospital…? It looks broken…” Lando just nods grimly, the hospital was not his favourite place as a kid and since you’re practically his carbon copy he doesn’t think you’ll be a massive fan either. 

“Angel, daddy’s gonna take you to the doctor’s, okay?” Lando says as soothingly as possible as Oscar releases your ears, “They’re gonna make it all better and then it won’t hurt anymore, I promise..”

You think about it for a moment, you’re not a massive fan of the idea, but your wrist is really sore, and if your daddy is saying that they’re gonna make it better…

“Oscar come.” You decide. Oscar releases a strangled noise of surprise from his throat, and Lando’s eyebrows raise slightly.

“You want Oscar to come..?” He asks, you just nod, your mind was made up and there was no altering your decision. “I- baby, Oscar is very busy, he probably doesn’t have the time to come to the doctors, but daddy will be there, okay?”

You glare at him.

“I- uhm, I don’t mind coming if it’s gonna make her happy..” Oscar interrupts the one sided glaring match that you’re having with your dad.

“Really? I don’t want to disrupt your day, mate, I mean she’s already taken enough of your time today…” Lando starts.

“No, no, I’m sure, I could use a break from work anyway.” You grin at that, like you had never even broken your wrist at all, as long as Oscar was coming with you to the doctors.

So that is how Lando and Oscar ended up at the local emergency room, Lando holding you tightly whilst you grumbled something about wanting to be with Oscar. Either the lady working the desk recognised them and was too starstruck to deny them a doctor, or she saw your grumpy face and decided she didn’t want a screaming child in the waiting room and immediately got you to see a doctor. 

After an x-ray it was determined that yes, your wrist was broken, which broke Lando’s heart, his poor, sweet, girl…

Luckily, the break wasn’t that bad, and you were able to leave a couple hours later with a new, blue cast, as per your request. You had given up on your short lived resentment for your dad, and were snuggled up into his chest as Oscar drove you all back to the MTC. When you arrived, Lando spoke up;

“You gonna say thank you to Oscar for looking after you, darling?”

You wriggle out of his arms, running over to Oscar and wrapping your arms around his leg, “Thank you!” You giggle, the Doctor had given you a light dose of pain relief, so you were no longer screaming about your wrist.

“That’s okay sweetheart, you be careful, okay?” He cooed, you really were adorable. 

“Thanks, mate” Lando smiled at Oscar, scooping you back up, ready to get you home. Oscar smiled back.

The way back was funnily quite similar to the way there, you talked Lando’s ear off the entire time about just how much you loved Oscar!

~~~

a/n: thank you for reading! send in any requests you have xx

[teaboot]

I was just at a restaurant with my brother and our other brother forgot his hat and had to go back inside. My other-other brother went to go back in after him but I stopped him with a hand on the shoulder and said “No… this is a one-man mission”. He said back, “Then shouldn’t we have sent a real man?”, so I asked him if there was a problem with not being a “real man”. He said “no”, then asked, “do you want to skip back to the car?”. I said, “Indeed”, and then we did, swinging our arms and skipping away across the parking lot. Now we’re all back at our own places to play computer games with our other-other brother online. I love my big stupid family

[ranoutofficssoiwritemyown]

You decide to sleep on the couch after an argument pt.3

pt.1 pt.2 character: Caleb note: not proofread. haven't played the game since he came out so he might be a little oc

Caleb’s mind is simple: you being away from him means he can’t protect you from any possible danger. He is overprotective to the point it disturbs you and sometimes you think if it was up to him he would tie you to his side so you never leave his sight. Because you’re the safest by his side right?

Considering his possessive nature towards you, you can imagine the intensity of arguments between you two. The problem is, he doesn’t see how he’s wrong. You’re a professional hunter? You’ve lived for years without him? You’re one of the best at your dangerous job? falls on deaf ears and right now you’re so so close to strangling him. Instead, you turn around and go to your bedroom to get a blanket and pillow, because sleeping beside this obstinate asshole is the last thing you want tonight. after a minute you can sense Caleb’s presence. He yawns as he leans against the doorframe

“Whatcha doin’ pipsqueak?” His question is playful

“Oh, I’m pipsqueak again”

Caleb laughs at your sarcastic answer which earns your glare, making him mumble “Still mad I see” under his breath. Silently, you wonder if he is bothered by the argument at all. You gather everything in your arms and walk to the door and as you pass him he grabs your shoulder from behind and drapes himself over you.

“A little bit dramatic don’t you think?”

“You’re heavy, you asshole”

You grumble as you try to shrug him off but he won’t budge. Quite the opposite actually, his arms are wrapped around your shoulders tightly with his face in your neck.

“Can’t handle it? I thought you were a strong girl.”

“Do you, really? Because you act like I’m made of glass”

“Well, not glass. More like-”

You try to smack him but he moves his head to avoid it and laughs, instead catching your wrist and placing a kiss on your pulse point. Even though the gesture makes you blush, you snatch your hand back and accidentally hit his metal arm, causing you to hiss at the pain. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow as if saying ‘See?’ which makes you more furious.

He starts to say something but you interrupt.

“Let me go, Caleb. I’m mad at you and don’t want to sleep in the same bed as you”

“No”

“No?”

“Gotta keep you away from your thoughts, pipsqueak. What if you decide you want to leave me or something because of this stupid argument, hm? What then?”

You fall silent for a moment because you need to get this straight. So, he thinks that after he ‘died’ and you mourned him, thinking about him almost every day, years later you find out that he’s alive and is doing everything to keep you close, you will leave him because of an argument? Now, you doubt his sanity. On the other hand, Caleb takes your silence as a bad sign and starts panicking.

“Pipsqueak? Come to bed, please. And we can do whatever you want tomorrow. I’m yours the whole day- Hey, I’ll make braised chicken wings. You still love them right? Or whatever you want, you name it…” When he gets no answer, he drops his head on your shoulder, giving up “Okay, if you really don’t wanna sleep beside me, I’ll take the couch, just, please sleep in the bedroom.”

Finally, you sigh and lean your head against his chest.

“You won’t drop this, will you?”

He smirks because he knows you. He knows you want to give into him but your pride won’t let you. So you try to blame him. Make it look like, you don’t have a choice, so you don’t feel bad about yourself. But he’ll take it. He’ll take all the blame and allegation if it means you’ll stay with him.

“Not a chance” his voice is muffled against your neck as he pecks it, before removing himself from you and leading you back to your bedroom.

“I don’t think you’re made of glass,” he tells you when you’re both lying down on the bed and you place your head on his chest, in return, he wraps his arms around you.

“Hm?” you’re confused before you remember your earlier statement

“I don’t think you’re weak. The opposite actually, I think you’re very strong I just… I worry about you, I can’t help it. So what if you’re one of the best hunters? you’re not immortal. And when I think that there’s even the slightest chance that I might lose you again… I won’t be able to take it. So all this overprotective act is also for the sake of my sanity.” He laughs humourlessly in the end.

You raise your head to look at him. He’s already watching you with adoration behind his purple eyes. You brush the strands of hair from his forehead and place a kiss on his lips.

“I won’t leave you” You kiss the corner of his mouth “You’re crazy if you think leaving you has even crossed my mind. Now that I have you back? You’re stuck with me as much as I am with you”

There’s a faint smile on his lips as his eyes run over your face.

“Goodnight, pipsqueak"

“Goodnight, Caleb”

You both fall silent as you lay back down on his chest. However, the silence is broken by you.

“You’re making braised chicken wings for me, tomorrow”

“Absolutely” he agrees with a silent chuckle.

[inkskinned]

people have to make their own choices and make their own mistakes and you know that but you're on your third gin cocktail.

she's almost-angry while she talks. "he took the train with me. all the way home. it's an hour in the wrong direction." she's got a bright yellow raincoat and round glasses. she looks cute and thoughtful and like she reads books a lot. she's his type and you know that.

the bartender rolls her eyes and points to you. "he drove this one to her grandma's house. six hours both ways."

you were younger then, hadn't ever kissed a girl yet. were still saying "bicurious" because of your irish catholic family. it was so long ago skinny jeans were still socially acceptable.

and you'd met him, and he'd been perfect. his narrow face and dark hair and his wry self-deprecation. and - okay, yes, the fact he was a singer/songwriter was also hot. you liked the feeling of sundays with him, the two of you noodling through his new songs together while you slowly learned to play bass guitar. you liked writing his name on your converse. you liked his ironic "mom" tattoo and his fancy coffee obsession and his scrappy handwriting.

you didn't know, then, what kind of man he was. maybe he didn't either; he was young too. you say it into your earl-grey-gin-something. "he has... a playbook, i guess. the things he does... he does it with everyone."

she looks at you with wide, beautiful eyes. jesus christ, she's young. "we stood outside in the rain, just talking," she says. "i know that can't be fake. i have a ton of, like. examples here. he's a good guy. you should have seen him. i'm not, like, a complete idiot."

did you play defense attorney with him like this? did you bristle when others warned you about how quickly he leaves women?

you gnaw the thin black straw and stare at the other side of the building, where his band is setting up to play. you have no true rage against him, but it's not fun to watch him ruin other women. "did he get you a little stuffed animal yet?" yours had been a panda.

she stares at you and then nods, just once, stiffly.

you hold out your hand and start listing things, weighing them on your fingers. "did he tell you that he'd never seen someone like you, that you move like a dancer or something?" at her nod, you continue. "buys you ice cream and then drives up to the river to watch the stars? shows up at your place just because he missed your voice? takes you to the pet store to look at the fish?"

the bartender points at you. "don't forget he does that little dog game he does."

you close your eyes. you remember him in his stupid leather jacket, bouncing on his toes. he'd gotten the petstore clerk to allow him to handle a ferret. you had vibrated with joy, wrestling the noodle bodies from hand to hand. and then he'd said we're going to live together. we're going to get a big dog and a big lawn and -

"you get into a fake fight about what you'll name the dog," you monotone.

"chili," she says. she sets her jaw a little higher, and you catch a flash of muscle clenching. "we settled on chili. it's gonna be an irish setter."

the bartender snorts while she maneuvers deftly through making a batch of espresso martinis. "sounds about right. now i've got two rotties, but when that shit happened to me? we chose Portland. and we were gonna get a samoyed." she snorts again. "as if he could afford that grooming bill."

you had actually started that conversation in the pet store. you wanted a big, slobbery dog. a mutt, but a big mutt. something mastiff-like. something that you could walk alone at night with. your family has a tradition of "letting the dog name itself," where you'd write all the potential names on a piece of paper and then throw them. whatever the dog went to, it'd be the dog's name.

but he had said name it something girly since it's so big. he suggested Lavender or Pansy. at the time you'd thought it was funny and cut and sort of sweet. he wanted to pick up a dog from the ASPCA that weekend, he said. i'm gonna go get us Lavender. you hadn't learned yet that he would promise you a river but never even deliver a raindrop.

"it's like this every time, babe," the bartender says, not unkindly. "i'm sorry. i've seen too many like this, and you seem like a sweet kid."

the other woman bristles. "i'm not a kid. thanks for your advice. but." she stands up, slaps a ten down, stalks away.

the bartender looks at you and holds her hands up and shrugs. you shake your head and look down into the drink, stirring it idly.

"do you think he's written her the four lines yet?" the bartender asks, pushing a drink to someone.

you almost flinch, but don't. you'd been in the back shed, practicing together. he said he had a present for you - the beginnings of a new song. really just a couplet more than anything, barely more than 30 seconds. it should have made you feel glorious, feral, glowing.

but you had stood there, realizing you had books of songs about him, none of which he ever agreed to play. the song he'd written you had floated through the room and you felt strange and disconnected and insane all at once - it was such a vapid, stupid stanza he'd made. and then he said that terrible phrase - i love you babe.

and you had been suddenly both very out of your body and also very present, thinking: oh my god this guy is a buffoon and i'm wasting my time. the spiralbound notebook with pages of poems and lyrics and stories you'd written for him is now stashed in some rubbermaid. you'd wanted to burn it at first, but the effort had exhausted you.

the four lines of song are usually pretty banal - something about her eyes, something about her smile, something about how she's special. but they work. they always work, because people want to believe in the magical commodity of love - that it cannot be manufactured.

later in the night you watch that man get on stage and sing punk rock to a thinning crowd. he takes the time out of the setlist to try out a "new song" that goes out to his girl in the crowd, all of 30 seconds of music. he says he likes her eyes and her smile and she's special.

you think about stopping her physically. you think about showing her the group chat of exes in your phone. you think of how young she is - maybe 22? - and how you, at 22, would have told your current self fuck right off. you had believed it too, after all. people need to make their own choices. besides. maybe you're wrong. maybe this time it actually is that precious, starry, once-in-a-lifetime love.

you see her kiss him afterwards, her cheeks pink. it looks like a puppy being swallowed by a wolf. you have to check the floor to make sure no blood was spilled.

[pyrrhiccomedy]

My wife and I have a little game we play called "Speaking From Ignorance."

To play Speaking From Ignorance, all you need is a phone with a voice recorder, and another person who knows considerably more or considerably less about a topic than you do. The topic can be anything: from "how to bake a quiche" to "what happens in the Peter Jackson Hobbit movies" to "who is Florence Pugh" to "how does the traveling salesman problem work." All that matters is that one of you has a firm grasp on the material, and one of you absolutely the fuck does not.

Then the person who knows about the topic turns on the recorder, and says to the person who knows barely anything: "Hey - tell me everything you think you know about [X]."

The speaker is then not allowed to ask any questions. Nor is the expert allowed to volunteer any information. The expert is allowed to pipe up with a faintly incredulous "Oh--really? Do you--do you think so?" from time to time, but for the most part, the expert's job is just to sit there and make encouraging sounds while the speaker digs their own grave.

This is never not funny.

The reason you record it is because, very often, the first thing the speaker wants to do after finishing the recording is find out how you actually make a quiche, or whatever. Then you both get to go back and listen to how wrong they were.

We have a small library now of Speaking From Ignorance recordings, and I'm going to be listening to them until I'm eighty.

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Off the Court

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Rating: T (Teen)

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Word Count: ~2.5k

summary: private life can sometimes affects professional life..

🏷️: @yailtsv

I slammed the door harder than I meant to, my breath coming out in short, angry bursts.

Screw this. Screw her.

Paige and I had fought before, but this? This was different.

She’d canceled on me again. A date we had planned two weeks in advance, something I was actually excited for. And when I called her out on it? When I told her how much it hurt that she kept bailing?

She laughed. Like she had the actual audacity to fucking laugh in my face.

Laughed, shook her head, and said, “You’re being so dramatic right now.”

And when I didn’t respond, just stood there feeling like an idiot, she sighed, rubbing her temples like I was the problem. “Babe, I’m busy. You know that. I don’t have time to be up under you every second of the day.”

That was what broke me.

I took a slow breath, looking her dead in the eye. “Go fuck yourself, Paige.”

Then I grabbed my stuff and left.

She didn’t come after me.

The next day, I ignored every notification about the UConn game. I didn’t want to think about Paige, didn’t want to see her, didn’t want to care.

But my phone would not stop buzzing.

KK: Paige is terrible right now. Fix this.

Nika: if I have to watch her miss another shot I’m benching her myself

Ice: embarrassing for all parties involved

I sighed, gripping my phone tighter. It wasn’t my fault she was playing like garbage.

Then my screen lit up with an incoming call.

KK.

I groaned but answered. “What?”

“Where are you?!” KK’s voice was urgent.

“In bed,” I said flatly.

“Get up,” she ordered. “Come to the Pavilion. Now.”

“KK—”

“No, listen,” she cut in. “Paige is killing us. She’s missing everything, turning the ball over, playing like she doesn’t even know how to breathe properly. We need this win, and we need her to pull it together.”

I swallowed hard. “Why are you calling me?”

KK groaned. “Are you serious? Because you’re the only one who can fix this. She’s in her head, and we both know it’s about you.”

I hesitated. “I don’t think—”

“Please,” she said, exasperated. “If we lose because of this lesbian drama. Your lesbian drama. I’m never speaking to you again.”

I sighed, running a hand down my face. “Fine.”

“Good. You have fifteen minutes.”

By the time I got to the locker room, halftime was already halfway over.

The second I stepped inside, every head turned toward me.

“Oh, thank God,” Nika muttered, throwing her hands up like I was some kind of miracle worker.

Paige was sitting on the bench, head down, elbows on her knees. She looked wrecked.

I cleared my throat. “P, baby.”

Her head snapped up so fast I thought she might get whiplash.

“You’re here?” Her voice was quiet, uncertain.

“KK called.”

She swallowed hard, nodding. “Right.”

I crossed my arms. “You’re throwing the game.”

She exhaled harshly, running a hand through her hair that she let fall freely to relieve the tension in her head. “I know.”

“So fix it.”

She scoffed. “Easier said than done.”

I took a step closer, lowering my voice. “Paige, your team needs you. They need you to focus.”

Her eyes met mine, and I could see it—everything. The frustration, the regret, the way she was still thinking about last night.

“I can’t when I know you’re mad at me,” she admitted.

I clenched my jaw, but eyes softened looking at her. “Oh, my sweet baby.”

“I didn’t mean it,” she rushed out. “What I said—I was tired, and frustrated, and I was a dick.”

I didn’t say anything, just watching her.

“I don’t think you’re clingy,” she continued. “And I don’t think you’re dramatic. You just…you care. And I’ve been taking that for granted.”

My chest tightened.

“I miss you, ma” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t play right when you’re not there, or when we’re not right.”

Silence settled between us.

Then—

“Oh my God,” Nika groaned. “Are you guys gonna make up now? Because we have a game to win.”

Ice nodded. “Yeah, wrap up the gay shit and let’s go.”

Paige let out a small, breathless laugh. “You staying?”

I hesitated, but then sighed. “Yeah. I’ll be courtside.”

She exhaled in relief, standing up. The moment she walked past KK, KK smirked.

“She’s so gay for you.”

Paige flipped her off without looking back.

The second half started, and it was immediate.

Paige was back.

She sank a three within the first thirty seconds, then stole the ball on the next possession. The crowd roared, the energy shifted, and suddenly—UConn was UConn again.

With a minute left, they were up by four. Paige drove to the basket, hit a perfect layup, and sealed the game.

The buzzer sounded.

The team erupted, the Pavilion shaking with cheers.

Paige turned to me instantly, finding me on the sideline. She didn’t hesitate.

She sprinted over and grabbed me, kissing me in front of everyone.

The team lost their minds.

“Oh, come on,” Nika groaned. “Can y’all be normal?”

Aubrey gagged. “This is so disgustingly gay.”

Aaliyah sighed. “I feel like I shouldn’t be witnessing this.”

I pulled back, breathless, forehead pressed to Paige’s. “You’re gross and sweaty.”

She grinned. “You love me anyway.”

I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue.

Nika clapped her hands. “Alright, lovebirds, let’s go. Post-game interviews first, make-up sex later.”

I choked as Paige laughed.

KK shook her head. “Next time y’all fight, schedule it for an off day.”

Only for coach Geno to hold his hand up to give KK the high five she’s been craving because of her statement.

I laughed, shaking my head.

Yeah. We were okay.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[plutoslastwords]

can we get more babynorris!reader pleaseee i loved those they're soo cutee

stream sniper

lando norris x daughter!reader

summary: lando makes a surprise return to streaming, baby norris makes a surprise appearance on said stream

warnings: none!

w/c: 1.1k

a/n: this is short and terrible, i'm sorry, but i wanted to get something out before work starts to pile up on monday! tysm for requesting!!!! 🤍

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“Goodnight my darling… sleep well baby.” Lando placed a gentle kiss on your forehead as he tucked you into bed and your eyes fought to stay open. “Daddy’ll come wake you up in the morning okay? There we go, good girl.” He smiled as you snuggled up with your favourite bunny toy and drifted off to sleep. 

He quietly creeped out of your bedroom, and into his office where he had a message from Max (Fewtrell):

Max

you wanna join my stream?

Read the message, which Lando pondered on for a minute, before reaching a different conclusion.

You

only if you join mine

After a much too long hiatus, Lando was ready to return to his streaming days and with you sound asleep in bed, there was no better time than the present.

He struggles with setting up the stream, having to be retaught by Max, god, it’s really been way too long..

However, soon enough he was back in the familiar rhythm, gaming, cracking jokes with his friends and generally entertaining his stream. He’d missed streaming, between being a dad, F1 driver and all of his other duties he had not had much time to just enjoy some gaming with his friends with the rest of the world. 

Him and his friends were just messing around for about 20 minutes when, silently, the door to his office slowly creaked open, which went unnoticed by him, but definitely not his stream.

You toddle in, holding your rabbit toy with messy bed hair and bunny pyjamas. 

“Daddy..” you try calling, you couldn’t fall asleep and you needed him to give you another cuddle and tuck you in better. However, your call falls on deaf ears, Lando too engrossed in his game with his friends.

The chat is going insane, you’re very rarely shown to the public, Lando wanted to keep your life relatively normal, you’re only 3 after all, so therefore whenever his fans get a glimpse of you, chaos ensues. 

Lando’s mods are desperately trying to get his attention that his daughter was in the background, knowing he’s anxious about how much of you should be shown to the public, however his game is much more interesting than any discord message from his team. 

You pout when he ignores you yet again, the chat going crazy over your adorable scrunched up face. You know your daddy doesn’t really like it when you interrupt him when he’s working, but you chose to forget that, waddling over to where he sits and tugging on his shirt.

Lando jumps in surprise, having completely missed the fact that you had wandered into his office, and now were being shown in front of 15 thousand people. He quickly mutes his mic and turns his camera off, pulling you into his lap.

“Babygirl, why’re you here, huh? I thought you were meant to be in bed? Daddy’s working sweet thing…” he says softly.

“Couldn’t sleep daddy… wanna be with you…” He can hear his friends asking what’s wrong through his headset, he doesn’t want to upset you, but he also doesn’t want to stop the game, he very rarely gets chances like this to spend with his friends.

He pauses for a moment, going through his options, before eventually relenting. “Why don’t you stay here whilst daddy plays angel? Sit on my lap and you can fall asleep if you get tired, okay?” He coos at you.

In response, you nod, that sounds nice, getting to spend time with your daddy, especially when it’s past your bedtime. He smiles at you, “good girl, sweetheart..”

He turns his mic and camera back on, your little form now on view to the stream.

“We gotta new guest, chat, someone didn’t wanna fall asleep hm? Say hi to chat, my love” He strokes your hair gently.

“Hi chat…” You say shyly, waving, but you’re not really sure at who, there is no one there?

The chat immediately fills up with love for you, all of Lando’s fans adore you, who doesn’t? Lando smiles as he reads the messages of greeting, he loves how much everyone loves you, how much joy you bring to people, especially him.

Lando continues to play his game whilst you sit quietly, drifting off into a sleepy state from time to time. Occasionally you point out something that you could see on his screen, to which he would respond with a beaming grin and a ‘yeah baby, that’s right, clever clever girl!’, to which his chat would go even more insane.

Overtime, however, sitting watching your daddy’s strange game becomes a bit too much for you, and you are struggling to fight your heavy eyes. Before you know it, you are sound asleep on your daddy’s lap, head buried into his chest.

Noticing this, Lando smiles, “Gotta be quiet now, chat, the princess has gone to sleep..” he whispers, gently rubbing your back in order to make sure you are having as peaceful a sleep as possible. He grabs your bunny from where you had left it on his desk, placing it gently into your hold, knowing there’d be tears if you were to wake up without it. 

The stream continues on for about another hour, but everyone can tell that it is no longer Lando’s main focus, too busy watching your peaceful little body on his lap. He finishes up the steam swiftly, having bigger priorities to focus on.

“Hey, baby, daddy’s finished now, we gotta get you back to bed, yeah?” He whispers softly, as to not startle you, gently rubbing your shoulder to wake you up.

You just rub your head into his chest in response, still groggy and half asleep, but awake enough to get your thoughts across, “I stay with daddy.” You mumble firmly.

“No, baby, daddy’s gotta go to bed too, we gotta get up, okay?” He chuckles at your insistence.

“No!” You say, firmer this time, “I go to bed with daddy!”

Lando sighs, but there is no real malice, he would love nothing more than to have you with him, he sleeps the best he ever does when you’re right there, but he knows that it’s a bad habit to continually let you sleep in his bed.

He quickly shuts those thoughts down when he looks into your pleading, big, sweet, sleepy eyes, and all resolve cracks.

“Oh, of course, my darling, anytime, you know that..” He coos, standing up with you in his arms and heading towards his bedroom. “Daddy loves you more than anything, little monkey…”

~~~

a/n: sorry this isn't very good :( thank you sm for all of the love 😁 and pls keep on requesting anything about baby norris or anything else you'd like to see!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

i cant really tell if yuu's involvement in ace's character is more for fanservice reasons or because they really did play a part in his character development.

like in nbc we have malleus choosing to focus on finishing the task at hand as quickly as possible so that they can then find the prefect rather than drop everything there at that moment and prioritizing finding yuu. (iirc) and compared to that we have ace who does put a lot of emphasis on finding yuu especially when no one seems to remember it during the halloween event it feels very traditionally fanservice-y ? and i cant really tell where the line is drawn for ace anymore. and you did mention a lot of other points in another post that you made esp with ace's dream recently dropping and the fact that hes the only guy whos dream yuu was actively involved in idk its a little confusing for me i hope im making sense TT no shade to the shippers im just a little slow in comprehending it all bvbvsjdj

your posts are always really neutral and accurate it just helps to clear up a lot of my confusions and questions i have when playing so thank you for your hard work!

[Referencing this post; you might also find this related post useful in the discussion of Ace and Yuu's relationship!]

DISCLAIMER: I do not mean to invalidate or detract from Ace x Yuu or Malleus x Yuu shippers or anyone who may interpret their relationship as romantic. You should ship what you like and have fun doing it. My reply aims to be more objective, but that should NOT impede on your enjoyment or whatever it is you choose to ship.

iufipaerasfeao Thank you for the feedback! I'm glad you find my posts helpful. I try my best to be objective when it comes to analyzing the story and characters, but there's no true way for someone to be completely neutral. There are definitely times when I have an aside to insert my two cents on a situation or I get super heated about a particular topic. Hopefully I still leave enough space for everyone to come to their own conclusions.

I think it's both fanservice and because Yuu actually plays a big part in Ace's character development? Like, it's technically fanservice but it does not feel egregious because it fits Ace’s teasing nature and Ace's bond with Yuu has been established from the start. He was the first student we met at NRC and we spend so much time with him since then; there's no way Yuu wouldn't have had an impact on him, especially when book 7 is now paralleling the two as people with insecurities about being weak/unable to do anything + not contributing enough and Yuu encouraging him when he finally gets his UM.

I commonly see people joking about Malleus having "missed the meeting about Twst not being a dating sim" and holding him up as "the main love interest". (And to be clear, Twst isn't a dating sim, nor do all Twst fans see the characters romantically; I am only speaking about this in a romantic lens in the context of this post.) However, I think there's a very strong case to be made for Ace as well. The thing is, I also feel that Malleus and Ace fundamentally appeal to two different groups of yumejoshi. Malleus is the tall, dark, and mysterious type you can "fix", the type of guy that would burn the world down for you. Ace is the teasing and approachable boy-next-door that has your back and supports you even when the entire world is against you. This is also evident in the ways they're set up in the main story; Malleus is introduced in a way that encourages much more "filling in of the gaps" due to how little he actually shows up in front of Yuu in the main story. It gives the player a lot of space to imagine what their relationship with him is like because there isn't a ton of interactions in canon to go off of. Meanwhile, Ace has many more canonized interactions with Yuu (eating lunch, doing homework, watching movies, playing video games, etc.), so the effort of thinking about what they actually do over the course of their relationship is already done for you. There is an established friendship and connection with Ace, but you barely see Malleus enough to truly have a strong impact on him or to change him. Does that make sense?

IADUPADF9A9FSBdb I do find it sort of funny that Malleus is basically like, "Oh, something unexpected happened (ie Yuu is missing). We'd better solve this." Not really showing much emotion about them being gone in Nightmare. (Malleus only gets annoyed when Leona begins to take charge; he is not mad at the fact that Yuu is gone.) Meanwhile Yuu is missing in Endless Halloween Night and Ace is the FIRST person to excuse himself to check Ramshackle for them.

If you consult the fandom and the fandom alone, you'd think the situation would be reversed. Edit: Malleus does have his moments of intimacy with Yuu (which I won’t be getting into here because then I fear this post would veer into shipping wars), but the English speaking Twst fandom has a VERY strong bias for Malleus x Yuu. Because of that, there is a tendency to misinterpret or misattribute every little thing that Malleus says and does to support the idea that "Yuu is his most important person". (For example, even though Malleus provides no reaction at all when Skully kisses the back of Yuu's hand, many Malleus fans claimed that he would be very jealous or would harm Skully for doing such a thing. In another Halloween event, Glorious Masquerade, people believed he was angry at Rollo for harming Yuu even though this was not the case; the event states that he was mad because the invitation he had been extended was a fake one.)

It is because of thinking like this that a lot of English speakers genuinely believed Malleus would OB in book 7 in a desperate attempt to prevent Yuu from returning to their original world. Misinterpretations, headcanons, misattributions, and personal projections were conflated with canon, leading to many people to believe that Malleus was closer with Yuu than they actually are. Instead, Malleus ended up OBing because he feared Lilia leaving and he barely even considers Yuu after he OBs. And, ironically, Ace is the character whose dream prominently features Yuu and a scenario in which Yuu doesn't have to leave them forever. It was always Ace that we had a strong relationship with, not Malleus.

Ace is often overlooked even though he has far more canon interactions with Yuu in the main story. I think this could maybe to chalked up to a combination of him being "boring" compared to the literal DARK FAE OP CROWN PRINCE M. Draconia over there and the fact that so many of those "gaps" are already filled by the main story. There's less room for imagination because the game has already defined what Ace and Yuu's relationship entails. Malleus is just so much more appealing when it comes to intrigue and mysteriousness. When you look at it objectively though... Yuu only meets Malleus face-to-face like 5-6 times for brief conversations. (Edit: I’m not counting voice lines because those are arguably directed at the player, not Yuu, to endear the character to you and/or all characters get similar voice line fanservice. The canonicity is questionable since the same familiarity in voice lines is not carried over to the main story.) 5-6 times… That's not nearly long enough to make a huge impact or change in his life (unless you as the player extrapolate and imagine more Malleus and Yuu interactions outside of the ones we see in the main story). At best, I think you could say Malleus is glad he can have a special little friend who doesn't know of his name and status? He doesn't really change because of that relationship though. Malleus doesn't even show up until book 2. But Ace has literally been there since the beginning, canonically spends tons of his free time with Yuu, and has been through several near-life experiences with them (several OBs). He has the chance to bond with Yuu. Malleus does not. (He has given Yuu advice once, sent them a card once, and reassembled a stage for them once; all other interactions in the main story are short talks.)

It makes a lot of sense that Ace would be the one "touched" by Yuu's influence, whether you see it as romantic or platonic. Both he and Malleus (and all the other characters, really) get their moments of fanservice--but very few characters' development is directly impacted by Yuu's presence. Yuu might be there for most of the main story, but they actually get only a few moments to engage with the other boys in the cast to the point of actually changing them. It feels like the changes that occur are more often the result of the other boys (Trey standing up to Riddle and holding his hand afterwards, Epel and Deuce bonding on the beach, the twins telling Azul he's lame but also being the first to check up on him following the OB, Idia finalizing his farewells with Ortho, etc.) Ace just so happens to be an exception to that, as Yuu very clearly plays a big role in his development.

[vanlegion]

In some way I guess I'm sorta lucky that my hyperfixations do in fact tend to be something I enjoy already, but the silly part is that they never hit when the show first airs. It's always some seasons down the road.

For ex: I loved Big Mouth since Season 1, and I enjoyed it. Was fun to watch and I kept watching it over the years. Also watched other things and played various games... so then once I fell away from whatever my last HyFx was... it's Big Mouth's Season 6 debut. Oct 12, 2022.

The Day that aired, I binged it. And suddenly, BOOM! Hyperfixation activated.

Its 2025 and I'm *still* going strong on this shit. I have also gained two mini HyFxs along side it: RVB and Disco Elysium.

RVB's Mini HyFx had dulled now, mostly dropped off now so it's just BM and DE now.

And yeah, I didn't *choose* for this to happen but I'm happy it's still (a) show/IP I enjoy a lot. I've been very lucky that way with my HyFxs.

it's so wild to me that you absolutely cannot force a hyperfixation to happen. like you'll watch the most perfectly tailor-made-for-you content that everyone says you'll love and feel absolutely nothing, and then the thing you watch on a whim to fill time will reach through the screen and put its damn fingers in your brain and start rearranging the neurons right in front of you and every single time you're like THIS??? THIS??????? and this happens like every 6-12 months forever

[chimielie]

hockey player!iwaizumi x f!reader, tooth-rotting fluff, like sweeter than cotton candy, slight injury

When Hajime lost his tooth, he hated it.

He’d always privately had a little bit of a complex about his looks. Growing up best friends with Oikawa made it hard not to compare their looks and come up lacking. He tried not to let it get to him, never verbalized it to anyone, knew that he was still fine. Just nothing special.

They both grow up playing hockey—at least he can beat up Oikawa on the ice (and they always laugh about it off of it). Oikawa goes pro, right out of high school, and Hajime spends a little time dicking around playing college hockey in America before he gets drafted.

He had met you at the bars after a game; his first win after being traded to the team Oikawa’s played for for a couple years now.

The memory is clear: It’s great to be back together, but he feels some trepidation in the car the guys rented, some childish part of him reticent about the idea of going out and watching chicks swarm his best friend, just like their teen years.

He doesn’t even really have time to think about that once they’re in, though, because he, the newbie, gets sent up to order. While he’s waiting for the bartender to pour them the first round of shots, you tap him on the shoulder, touch so soft he barely feels it after getting pummeled on the ice. His right shoulder is tender because he’d slammed hard into the railing right after stealing the puck from Ushijima, sending to Tooru, who had pushed it neatly into the net. An assist on the first goal of the night, and he’d gotten a goal in himself by the third period too.

It twinges as he turns to face you, a clear question written all over his face. It’s not like he’s totally oblivious, like he’s never been flirted with. It just somehow always surprises him still.

“You’re fine,” you declare, already a little tipsy, your cheeks warming as he observes you in your night out outfit. He doesn’t notice a single other girl, talking to Oikawa or not, the whole night.

The next morning, you repeat it to him, curled up against his naked chest, eyes unclouded by drink but your words just as genuine.

It was the first time he’d ever thought of being fine as a good thing.

So when the tooth, his right front one, comes out, cracked by a hard high stick to the face, he almost doesn’t want to come home after the game. It probably doesn’t make sense to get it replaced completely—injuries like this are common in his line of work, and it’ll be a hell of a lot more trouble to keep replacing fakes. He opts for a partial denture, something he can take out during games, but the mold takes twenty-four hours to cure.

You attend as many of his games as you can, but he’d insisted that you head home on your own while the doctors checked him out. You’d ceded only on the condition that you’d have dinner waiting when he got back, something soft and good at room temperature so he wouldn’t aggravate the nerves.

He frowns when you see him, crossing the room and hovering your hands over his swollen cheeks and telling him how worried you’d been, how happy you are he’s okay.

“When’s it gonna be technically healed?” You ask, and his heart clenches.

“It’ll probably be sensitive for a few more days, but they’ll have a coverup ready by tomorrow,” he says. Before he can crack a joke like so you don’t have to look at this ugly mug too long, you’re looking at him with a contemplative expression, one he doesn’t know how to read.

“So… will it hurt if I kiss you?” You want to know. “I feel so bad, ‘cause it must have sucked, but you look so cute like this.”

His heart drops straight through the pit of his stomach in relief.

“Yeah, baby, it’ll be fine… Ow! Ow! Okay, little gentler.”

Still, he wears the flipper as often as he can once he gets it. He doesn’t like the way it looks, the gap, he reasons. Just because you say you do doesn’t mean he’s okay with showing up to functions looking even more like a scrub to your perfect ten. And yeah, he’d think you were beautiful with a paper sack over your head, but it’s just different.

He can hear you whispering before he even walks into the kitchen. You beam up at him, as beautiful as that night in the bar, and his face breaks out into a smile before he even registers it.

“Do you wanna…” you nudge your daughter, and she turns to him, smile just as bright as yours. His heart stops.

There’s a big gap in that smile, the right front tooth missing.

“Look, Daddy!” He catches her up in a big hug, hefting her up so he can inspect her face closely. “Now we match!”

It’s all crashing down on him. He’s bubbling up with it, the fizzy feeling you’d given him in the bar, the tears as he vowed until death do us part, the softness as he’d cradled her in his arms for the first time. You stand, leaning your head on his shoulder as your daughter tells him all about the loss of her first tooth, about the importance of being the first in her class to lose one.

“You’re so brave, kiddo.” He kisses her head. “Makes you even cuter. Want some yogurt?”

[hansoleil]

★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “GAM3 BO1”.

— wonu × reader. — 𝗴���𝗻𝗿𝗲: smut. — 𝘄. 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3314. — 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: afab reader, gamer boyfie! wonwoo, some gaming slangs, orgasm denial, wonwoo sub, pain kink (?) & inappropriate language. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: this was originally a birthday special!

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. wonwoo plays and also gets played with.

The excited exclamations your boyfriend made you listen to were countless, all of them referring to a special event that would take place in his favorite game. Wonwoo sounded like a broken record: he kept repeating and rewording all the details about how, apparently, this would be oh-so-great for him to accumulate EXP (or whatever he called it), also ranting about how legendary all the limited "skins" he would be able to earn in the meantime were going be.

Being completely honest, most of these words didn't make any sense to you, but Wonwoo was happy and that automatically meant that you were too — aware of how much of a geek your boyfriend was when it came to gaming, you always made sure to show support for his interests. Not to mention it was adorable to watch: the bright eyes that stared at you from behind his glasses while he used an endless amount of neologisms to explain the same thing for the twentieth time made him look like a little boy — you felt like melting because of his cute behavior.

Only this time, little did you know what you were getting yourself into.

It all started out pretty well. Wonwoo was calm, he never made much noise, even while gaming. You took advantage of his business to take care of yourself and deal with some personal projects that were on hold — it was the weekend, though, there wasn't much to be done.

Every now and then you made sure to pamper your boyfriend with some snacks and a few stolen kisses. The man's attractiveness when playing was hard to ignore. His face, which, in most cases, remained expressionless, barely showed any kind of tension and this diverged perfectly with how fast his fingers seemed to tame the keyboard and mouse in a truly experienced way. Wonwoo also didn't talk much, restricting his words to what seemed to be instructions regarding the game and some cursing under his breath followed by a much faster movement of his hands — it was entertaining to watch.

The hours started to pass by and you began to wonder how long, on average, these events usually went on for. You had even gone out shopping with some friends of yours, returning early in order to have dinner with your boyfriend — only to find Wonwoo in the same position that you had left him, claiming he had already eaten a few snacks.

Despite trying your best, it was hard to hide your annoyance. You didn't want to be excessive, but you were a little needy when it came to your boyfriend. On the weekends, it was almost a physiological necessity to soak in his affection — since you didn't see each other much due to your busy schedule. Wonwoo was very aware of this, and even though he didn't give up on his own hobbies, he always took some time to pamper you.

That being said, you didn't go long without trying to gain his attention. Deepening the stolen kisses and even asking to sit on his lap — wanting his touch at all costs. And still, the man's hands wouldn't leave the damn game alone. It was a frustrating (and even a little humiliating) situation, you didn't know if Wonwoo had developed some kind of "tunnel vision" or if he was just doing a great job of ignoring you. All you knew was that you were inconveniently needy and your boyfriend's nonchalant attitude only made the situation worse.

And modern problems required creative strategies. However, there was nothing extraordinary in your plan; in fact, it was quite simple: Wonwoo was attracted to you and you were attractive.

Checkmate, right? It should be.

Starring in your grand scheme was one of the clothing items you had bought on your trip to the mall. Originally, you didn't plan on wearing it today — wanting to save it for a more special moment —, but Wonwoo wasn't helping your situation, so you had to resort to it. The pajama set was short, it barely covered your body. The shiny satin fabric adorned with delicate lace-like material. The details didn't matter, though. Wonwoo certainly wouldn't pay attention to them. There was even a lingerie set that matches everything, but it didn't fit the plans you had in mind.

Initially, your boyfriend's closed posture made you hesitant to speak. However you were convinced you wouldn't gain anything by staying silent:

"Baby?", was audible enough. The dark-haired man reached for his headset, pulling it away from one of his ears and clicking a button right after — probably muting the microphone.

"Hm?", he barely moved, but his fingers didn't stop.

"I bought that set I told you about."

"Did you, honey? That's great.", you doubted he had actually heard you say anything.

"Aren't you going to look?", your patience, that was already on the verge of slipping through your fingers, ran out once your boyfriend glared at you too quickly for your liking — he certainly hadn't seen anything. "What did you think, Wonwoo?", it was a test.

"You look beautiful, honey. You're always beautiful.", the statement was immediate. He muttered a curse word, he probably wasn't doing well in the game.

"You didn't even see it!"

"But I'm wearing glasses, babe.", he argued — too focused to be able to reason that this clearly wasn't the problem.

"I know, but you barely looked at me.", whining, bother hiding your disappointment anymore. You hated not getting what you wanted — you didn't feel like sharing your boyfriend with his computer today.

"I need to concentrate, honey. Can you wait for me just a little?', sensing he was walking on thin ice, he forced a sweet tone. Not wanting to argue anymore, you threw yourself on the bed dramatically. "I'm back, I was talking to my woman.", Wonwoo said, reactivating the microphone, but not even the affectionate nickname managed to soften you.

The nickname, by the way, had an interesting origin. Wonwoo started calling you that very early in the relationship. At first, you even tried to question him — it could cause confusion for those who didn't know that you two weren't nothing close to being married yet —, only to have all your arguments dismissed by a "you're a woman and you're mine, so I'm right.". And the conversation ended right there.

Fed up, reminiscing this and other memories, you fell asleep, tired of uttering sighs that were increasingly drawn out and theatrical. After all, he didn't even seem to hear them.

[...]

Waking up to the sound of the shower, you were quick to assume that you had won: you'd finally have your man back. The familiar silhouette that walked through the bathroom door made your mouth water. The colored LEDs that adorned Wonwoo's entire set-up didn't provide good lighting for the room, but they were enough to let you see the droplets of water running down his abdomen and melting at the hem of the towel that adorned the man's hips. You couldn't even remember the reason you were mad at him anymore, in fact you didn't know if you were actually mad at him.

You watched Wonwoo get dressed in loose shorts and a random hoodie. Unconsciously, you moved away, making more space for him on the bed. Your whole body was vibrating, mind full of all the “fun” you would have together.

The look of disappointment on your face when the man walked over to his computer without even sparing you a glance was laughable.

However, you were stubborn. You decided to give him the benefit of doubt: perhaps he had simply forgotten his glasses or wanted to turn the game off... perhaps both.

All your expectations were buried by the incessant clicking of the keyboard combined with the almost inaudible murmur of your boyfriend's voice — who probably still thought you were asleep. The annoyance seemed to return three times stronger and, to make matters worse, it was accompanied by undertones of revenge. You no longer felt capable of 'letting it slide.

Wonwoo had made an essential mistake as a player: forgetting he wasn't the only one capable of playing — you could join the game if you wanted. You were the perfect opponent, keeping him in the palm of your hand if you were motivated enough. Having all the man's weaknesses tattooed in your memory, you knew very well which buttons to press.

With a whole plan in mind, you carefully snaked your way to his gaming chair — even yourself got surprised with what your mind could come up with in situations like this, especially if Wonwoo was the target. You hid a twisted smile, your expression giving way to a more sleepy one. The man was not startled by your sudden appearance, he seemed to be able to hear what was happening in the entire room, even with his headphones on.

You used the same lazy and innocent mannerisms as earlier to ask for cuddles again. The man gave you space to sit on his lap unconsciously, he didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. That was excellent, you'd need this obliviousness to manipulate him. Besides, you knew that it wouldn't take much effort to have him where you wanted. Wonwoo was weak, you both knew that.

You started innocently, one or two kisses on his fragrant neck, the sweet aroma of the soap almost intoxicated you. You adjusted your position, your completely exposed crotch now sitting right on top of his covered cock — the thin layer of his shorts being the only barrier separating you. Maybe that made your intentions a little more obvious, since you earned a suspecting look from the man. You needed to be quicker, moving one side of the headset away, going straight to the point:

"You're so mean, Wonnie," you whispered as prettily as you could, hands going under his hoodie, the man's muscles tensed. "You didn't even give me attention today....", you nibbled on his ear, hearing him sigh — wanting to laugh at how sensitive he was. Your voice was soft, strategically choosing the side furthest from the microphone. "I spent the whole day thinking about you.", your sharp nails ran down his torso. "And I got so wet, Wonnie... I even had to change my panties."

"Bab-"

"Pay attention to the game, Wonwoo. Be quiet.", you warned and he huffed, remembering the damn microphone. "Had to play with my pussy until I came, babe. But it was so bad...", you whined, nails now too close to your boyfriend's pelvis. "I can't do it like you do, Wonnie. I can't go deep...", you slowly moved your hands away from his crotch, playing with the man's eagerness. "And you always go so deep, babe, always making me so full... I can still feel you when you're done.", your waist moved on its own, following the lascivious rhythm of the words.

It was ridiculously predictable you would end up as affected as the man, you just didn't imagine it would be so soon. Mind tormented by its own fantasies, you would even dare say that all the dirty talk was working more on yourself than on Wonwoo. You were shamefully wet, you could hardly believe it. Your boyfriend was to blame for all of this, if you weren't so in love with him you would say that your entire relationship only existed because you were dick whipped - something about him always throws you off balance.

"Answer your team, Nonu. I can hear them.", unable to contain your cocky smile, you listened to the chatter escaping through his headphones. You also didn't leave room for him to speak freely, nails running mercilessly along the man's chest — brushing against his sensitive nipples. Simultaneously, your waist didn't stop moving, grinding your pussy on the now evident shaft, you knew he could feel how hot you were.

"Fuck, I'll attack! Just wait for me to reload.", he rasped, his fingers moving in complete disorder on the keyboard.

"Such a good boy, Wonu. You look so cute being obedient.", you mocked. Wonwoo quickly let go of the mouse, just to give you a pinch on the waist — it was a warning, but you couldn't care less. "You don't like being obedient?", you giggled. He cleared his throat, a deep vibration reverberating throughout his torso. "Fuck, I love when you're like this, Wonnie.", rubbing your nose against the man's jaw, you noticed the smell of shampoo still hadn't left his body. "So dominant, yeah? But you get all weak when you're fucking me.", you left a short kiss on the corner of his lips.

You moved away a little so you could see the man's face, trying your best to not cover the screen behind you. Your hand sneakily got inside his shorts, it wasn't a difficult task to find the sensitive shaft. His heavy cock was leaking abundantly, ready to fuck you full.

"I was so horny earlier today, babe. So... Fuck, I came thinking about sucking you off, Wonnie.", the big body tensed, it wasn't hard to poke at his weaknesses. "You like it, right? Like when I swallow it all?", his eyes doubled in size behind his glasses, Wonwoo looked at you in disbelief. "What's wrong, love?", the question was rhetorical. "Do you want my mouth here,

Wonu? You're making such a mess in my hand... Want it so much...", your hand wrapped around his flushed length, jerking him off slowly.

The man's eyes almost closed. His waist forced itself against your hand, trying to fuck himself in the warm circle your fingers made. The clicks on the keyboard became increasingly spaced out. Wonwoo was biting his lips, it was so sexy to watch.

"But you were such a bad boyfriend today. I don't know if I still want to play with you.", you said, slowing down even more — still trying your best to be silent. His half-lidded eyes opened immediately, Wonwoo murmured an almost inaudible “please.”. The needy expression made your whole body heat up, he looked so defeated — you could see it on his face, he would do whatever you wanted.

"Wonwoo, Are your hands stuck in your fucking pants?! Use your fucking skill, dude.", an angry voice cut through the room, it was loud enough to reverberate through the headphones. Your boyfriend twisted his face in stress, repositioning the microphone near his mouth.

"Can't you fucking wait?! I got stunned.", he tried to justify himself, only now really paying attention to what was happening on the screen behind your body. You wanted to laugh, but you held it back. Squeezing his balls a little just to hear him choke out a broken sound — which he soon tried to hide with a fake cough. You returned to your initial position, now close to the man's ear.

"Why don't you compensate me, huh? Let me use your dick until I really cum this time? Do I deserve it, babe?", you asked, watching him nod in desperation. "Can I fuck myself on your cock until it hurts, Wonnie? Can I?", you almost moaned. Wonwoo thought he was going insane, he never hid how turned on your voice made him — and you had been using this information ever since you found it out.

Taking his dick out of his shorts as soon as he gave the green light to so. Your boyfriend tensed his abdomen, already overwhelmed. You made sure to spit in your hand loudly, just to see his cock spasm — also very aware of how dirty Wonwoo liked things to be. You sat on it without much care, he always opened you up so nicely. Fuck, you wish you could give it to him until he made you cry, but you had to contain your own impulses — having to follow through with your initial plan. His tip caused an uncomfortable pressure, you whimpered.

"I've wanted this all day...", you tried bouncing on it a few times, going slowly, taking him almost all the way out just to fit it all back in. All the teasing words got stuck in your throat — feeling so fucking good you couldn't even speak. The sensation intoxicated your brain. Heavy balls hitting the outside part of your pussy, making it clear he was all the way in.

You couldn't hold back anymore, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. You panted against his lips, almost fucking your tongue inside his mouth. Your boyfriend sucked on everything, as hungry as you were. The glasses were annoying, but no one seemed to care, focused on the obscene kiss.

"Wonwoo, I swear to God...", a masculine voice sounded again through the headphones.

"Fuck it.", he complained, finally losing his patience. Wonwoo muted the microphone completely, pulling the headphones carelessly until they were hanging around his neck. The game could go to hell, he would give up anything for you.

His big hands finally freed themselves from the keyboard, going straight to your ass — he wanted to make you fuck yourself harder. You managed to get away from his grip, looking at him as a warning. He understood, placing his palms on the chair. His needy face was almost adorable, lips didn't even close, panting in a desperate way.

"Baby, harder, yeah? Just a little more...", you slowed down on purpose, now only grinding on it, filled to the brim. "Fuck, not like that... let me fuck you, please? Baby, please..."

"Make me cum, Wonnie.", you whimpered right beside your boyfriend's ear, he obeyed immediately. His skillful fingers soon got between your bodies, Wonwoo knew how to play with your body like no one else. He rubbed your little clit tenderly, pinching it every now and then just to see your body jump. "Just like that... Fuck, babe...", your body was already numb, but you still moved your waist quickly. Your head was emptying, but you felt so full. You wanted to have the strength to ride him harder, but your legs were already shaking. "Gonna fucking cum... Wonnie..."

Your weak body halted, soon convulsing in your boyfriend's lap. The sensation took over you completely, even letting out a soft chuckle out of pure pleasure. Trying to fight the sensitivity, you started riding him again — there was something you needed to finish. Wonwoo grunted softly, his eyes didn't even open anymore. Face frowned, body sweating, you could even hear his breath hitching. He was close, very close.

You felt his cock spasm, taking it as a sign to simply pull him out of you, without giving any warnings. Wonwoo was startled by the action, opening his eyes in a somewhat comical way. He looked at you completely confused, his mouth moving without knowing what to say.

Acid, you gasped loudly in an exaggerated way. Your mouth opened in a perfect "O", imitating your boyfriend's expression of surprise - as if you were as shocked as he was. Wonwoo looked at you confused, his lost eyes making it clear he didn't know what to do. It didn't take long for your “surprise” to fade into a mocking laugh.

"What's wrong? Did I interrupted you?", wicked, you fixed the glasses on his face - they were crooked, almost falling down his nose. You tried to get up from his lap and the man grabbed your waist in a possessive way, you stopped him almost immediately — hands pulling his own to place them on the chair again. "Don't even try," you scolded, eyes fixed on his pained face. Kissing his flushed cheek, you finally stood up. "Have a nice game, Wonnie."

The man's eyes were completely empty, he had never felt so disoriented. All his senses were heightened in an uncomfortable way. His cock throbbed painfully, leaking a sticky liquid. The voices through his headset were barely audible, while Wonwoo stared at the bright screen adorned with a reddish emblem that read "DEFEAT.”

# — © 2025 hansoleil ᯓ★ masterlist.

[straylightdream]

15 minutes

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jeon wonwoo x afb.reader, ex!yoon jeonghan x afb.reader (past relationship)

“Or you could do both. Go suck the life out of him and then tell him you like him. You’re really good with your mouth. Your head game definitely made me emotional more than once.” He pats your back.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): friends with benefits, angst, romance, smut

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.3k

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cussing, drinking, jeonghan (honestly he’s out to stir the pot and needs a warning lol), the mc is bad at having feelings and bad at communicating.

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oral (him rec), semi public sex, deepthroating, swallowing, cum eating, praise kink (both of them), marking, mentions of choking, hair pulling (both rec) mentions of gagging, nipple play, big dick wonwoo, unprotected sex, cumplay, creampie, mc calls herself a whore and slut, wonwoo is a very soft boy here and is against degradation. nicknames: good girl, baby (hers) lover boy, baby (his)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw

𝐚𝐧: thank you @gyubakeries for helping me out with this story and beta reading it. definitely got very inspired by 15 minutes by sabrina carpenter, and had to write something for it. This might end up being a lil SVT short n sweet series…

🎧: 15 minutes - sabrina carpenter | overdrive - conan gray | lose myself - starfall

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

To say you were horny was an absolute understatement. At this point you were practically feral. Your eyes were focused on Wonwoo as he talked to Seungcheol. His hair looked extra curly and soft, and the fact that he came over after working out has you practically drooling. He’s dressed in a white shirt and those god forsaken sweatpants. You can’t focus on anything but him. You had walked away from Soonyoung and Jeonghan at the pool table saying you needed a beer. Your true intentions, however, were to just eye-fuck your newest fuck buddy.

“Is Wonwoo your flavor of the month?” Jeonghan walks up nudging you.

A heavy sigh passes your lips. Rolling your eyes, you look at him and find him wearing a cocky grin. “Are you jealous?”

“Is that the polite way of asking if I miss your sweet pussy?”

“Watch your mouth, Yoon Jeonghan.”

“Tell me again why we stopped sleeping together?” He leans against the bar next to you.

“Something along the lines of, I think I’m gonna fall head over heels in love with you.” You can still picture Jeonghan's face as he drunkenly admitted he was catching feelings.

“Oh yeah, Mrs. No-strings-attached doesn’t like sex with feelings.” He doesn’t sound bitter anymore as he teases you. When you called it off between the two of you last year Jeonghan took two months avoiding you to move on.

“What if I want feelings involved now?”

“I feel like I should be insulted that you’re catching feelings for Wonwoo, but the idea of liking me turned you off.”

Taking a sip of your beer you watch Jeonghan trying to figure out if he’s upset. “I wasn’t ready to catch feelings when you started catching them.”

He reaches out, taking your beer from your hands. “Has my ship sailed?”

“You can’t be serious?”

“A part of me will always like you, but let’s be real, you never looked at me like you look at Wonwoo.” He takes a sip of your beer he’s stolen.

“I’m looking at him like I want to rip his clothes off with my teeth.” Jeonghan interrupting you has done nothing to deter your feral thoughts about your fuck buddy that you may or may not be catching feelings for.

“You can play the whole you’re thinking about fucking him, but I can see you care about him.”

“Why do you say that?” You glance over at Wonwoo to see him watching you and Jeonghan. You’ve never hidden your past with Jeonghan from Wonwoo. He knows all about what unfolded between the two of you.

“You never looked at me the way you look at him.”

Looking back at Jeonghan you narrow your eyes. “I cared about you. Sure it was just sex, but I cared about you as a friend.”

“That’s not the same, even in the slightest way, compared to how you care about him.” He takes another sip of your beer.

“Is this your way of making me end things with Wonwoo because I’m scared?”

He lets out a laugh. “I’m not some jealous asshole. I’m not trying to make you end things with him.”

“Am I capable of falling for someone?” You glance back at Wonwoo to see he’s back to paying attention to Seungcheol.

“Why don’t you try and let yourself feel something more for him than just lust?” You don’t say anything, you stare at Jeonghan for a long moment. “Your lover boy is heading off to the bathroom. You can either go suck him off or maybe talk about your feelings.”

“Jeonghan-“

“Or you could do both. Go suck the life out of him and then tell him you like him. You’re really good with your mouth. Your head game definitely made me emotional more than once.” He pats your back.

“This was the weirdest fucking conversation.”

“Well, we used to fuck often so it felt fitting. Now go get your boy.” He shoos you away.

Walking away from Jeonghan, you can’t help but feel confused. Standing outside the bathroom, you wait for Wonwoo to walk out. Leaning against the wall, you wonder if Jeonghan is right. Maybe you do like Wonwoo more than you ever planned to. When you had started playing this game with him two months ago, you told him that there were no strings attached. You thought you were doing a good job at not catching feelings. This issue is, the more time you spent with your gamer fuck buddy, the harder it was to remind yourself that it was casual.

The bathroom door opens and Wonwoo walks out. He stops in his tracks and stares silently. “Were you jealous I was talking to Jeonghan?”

“That feels like a trick question.” He runs his fingers through his fluffy hair.

“It’s not. I’m not going to be upset with any answer.”

“I’m not the biggest fan that he’s slept with you. But I’m not your boyfriend, so I can’t be jealous.”

Without saying another word, you grab his hand and drag him down the hallway, out the back door that leads to the alley way. The door shuts loudly and you look around, relieved to see no one is around. Releasing his hand you gently shove him against the brick wall. His eyes instantly go wide. you shrug off your flannel. Folding it up you drop it on the floor.

“What is going on?”

“Well I’m incredibly horny, and we have probably fifteen minutes before the boys start questioning where we are. I know I’m pretty good with my mouth so I think I can make you finish in two minutes.”

He doesn’t say anything as you drop down to your knees in front of him. “I don’t have a hair tie, so be a doll and hold my hair.”

“Are you going to blow me in the alley?”

“Would you prefer I don’t?”

He looks around checking to see if anything is near. “You can’t wait for me to take you home to fuck you?” You reach for the waistband of his grey sweats. Your fingers toy with the elastic. “Am I not allowed to have my cake and eat it too?” You bat your eyelashes up at him.

“You’re fucking wild, you know that?”

“You weren’t complaining about it when I let you choke me, while I rode you yesterday.” Tugging the elastic down on his sweats and boxers you push them down just enough to free his already semi hard cock. The mushroom tip is the prettiest rosy color.

Leaning forward you slowly lick tip. Your eyes stay focused on him. Your one hand pumps his length while the other runs teasing lines through his happy trail that leads right to his beautiful cock. His stomach muscles tense under your touch. Taking just the tip in your mouth, you take your time to tease him.

It’s not long before he’s fully hard in your mouth. His finger tangles in your hair pulling your hair away from your face.

“Fuck-“ He groans.

You moan around his length, taking him further into your mouth. “Your mouth is so good-” He’s already becoming a moaning mess.

Hollowing your cheeks, you take him fully into your mouth until he brushes the back of your throat. Wonwoo is by far the biggest dick you’ve ever taken before. The first few times you blew him, he made you gag as he hit your gag reflex. Two months in, and you can deepthroat him like a pro. His tugs on your hair earn another moan from you.

Just blowing him has you so turned on. When you make him cum down your throat you feel like you might need to drag him off to his car so he can fuck you.

“So good. Baby your mouth-“ He knows all about your praise kink. Most men would probably use this scenario to degrade you and call you a slut or a whore, but Wonwoo hates the idea of degrading you. When things first started between you two months ago, you both made a list of turn ons and definite nos in bed. You let him know you were open to a lot of things but nothing gross, and he let you know he would never degrade you, and he didn’t want you to do it to him. You learned that you weren’t the only one with a praise kink.

“Such a good girl.” He moans. Pushing your thighs together you were desperately trying to give yourself some friction.

“I’m close-“

You’re not wearing a watch but you know he may have lasted longer than two minutes, but he was nowhere close to fifteen minutes. You keep pulling off and sucking the tip. There is a mix of your spit and his precum coating his large length.

Closing your eyes you focus on making him cum. He spews out a mix of swear words and your name as he glides your face down until your nose is close to his pubic bone. He spills his milky release into your mouth. You continue to work him, taking every last drop. Pulling off, you hold out your tongue showing him his cum before swallowing it proudly. His eyes are closed as his breathing is uneven. He’s completely fucked out and he looks absolutely beautiful.

Slowly standing up you rub your sore knees. Maybe giving him head in the alley wasn’t the most comfortable position for you. Your knees we’re definitely going to be sore and have bruises. You reach out, tucking his softening cock back into his pants.

“Fuck-” He groans still sounding dazed.

“Wonwoo?”

His eyes slowly flutter open. He takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes for a moment, before putting them back on. “Yeah?”

“I like you.”

“Don’t you normally have to like someone to have sex with them?” He seems confused.

“Well yeah, but I mean I have feelings for you.” This is definitely a first for you. You’ve never been the first person in a situation to confess your feelings. Normally a man tells you they have fallen for you, and you proceed to end things immediately. Jeonghan is a prime example of that.

“Oh-“

“If you don’t feel the same, it’s cool.”

He takes your face in his hands. He doesn’t give you a moment to think. “Shut the fuck up.” He crashes his lips into yours for a searing kiss. He’s never this rough when he kisses you. The way his lips are moving against yours, it’s almost as if he’s kissing you like he needs you to breathe. Pulling away he rests his nose against yours, giving each of you a moment to fully process everything. “I like you so much.”

“Okay, cool.”

“You’re so fucking dumb.” He smiles pulling away from you.

“How can you call me dumb when I was being mature and telling you about my feelings?”

“It took you giving me head almost in public to make you realize you like me?” He’s looking at you like you’re absolutely insane. To be quite honest you might be insane. This is the weirdest way you could possibly admit you have fallen for someone.

“What can I say, it was an emotional blow job?”

Leaning forward, he kisses you again. This time his lips are gentler. “Maybe we should leave?”

“Are you telling me you don’t want to fuck me against the brick wall?” You can’t help but tease him.

“Preferably not. I’m fine if people see my dick, but I don’t want anyone to see you exposed.” His hand is still resting on your cheek, he gently drags his thumb across the delicate skin on your cheek.

“Take me home, Wonwoo.”

Grabbing your hand he leads you back into the bar. Before anyone can comment on the fact that you definitely went missing for fifteen minutes Wonwoo announces you’re both leaving. Looking over at the pool table you find Jeonghan giving you a knowing smile.

The moment Wonwoo has you back at his apartment, he has you naked and on his bed. His lips are all over your exposed chest leaning a trail of marks in his wake. You’re straddling his waist slowly riding him. This has always been one of your favorite positions with him. He feels so incredibly deep when you ride him.

His large hands are gripping the fleshy cheeks of your ass, helping you move. Your fingers are tangled in his hair.

Gently tugging, you moan his name. He releases your nipple with a pop, looking at you with a mix of lust and care in his eyes. Sex with emotions feels different, but then again sex with Wonwoo has always felt different. No matter how much you hate to admit it, you started falling for him from your very first kiss. Maybe one day soon you’ll be brave enough to admit you love him.

Reaching down between you, your fingers toy with your clit pushing you closer and closer to your release.

“Wonwoo-“ You moan his name while feeling drunk on lust and him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“So close-“ You sound like a blubbering mess.

“I’m going to fill you up-“ His unexpected breeding kink is one of your favorite things about him in bed.

“Please-“ Closing your eyes, your body tensed for a moment before ecstasy took over. Your body feels a warm release. You try your hardest to continue riding him, but your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks. His hands work your pliant body, helping him find his own release. Holding your flesh against his thighs he paints your walls with his salty release. Leaning forward you rest your head on his shoulder, trying your hardest to even out your breathing. His large hands slowly run up and down your back.

“I’m so glad you like me.” His words earn a smile from you. Pulling your face away from his shoulder you take a moment to look at him.

“I’m not afraid to fall in love with you.” Those might be the scariest words you have ever said. But maybe one day you'll fall in love with the cute gamer boy who taught you how to feel for someone.

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[scoupsakakitty]

I just read the drunk 14th member drabble you did and it got me thinking 🤭

Can I pretty please request also drunk 14th member but she’s at home and being super honest (bc she’s drunk) so the members take advantage of the situation and ask her questions

Just a funny and fluffy drabble 🫶

Late-Night Secrets | Seventeen x 14thMember | fluff

Seventeen rarely had a free day where they could just chill together without schedules or obligations. So, when such a day finally came, they made the most of it—lounging in their dorm, playing games, ordering way too much food, and watching old variety show episodes of themselves.

As the night rolled in, Jeonghan clapped his hands together. "Alright, since we're all free tomorrow, how about a little soju party?"

The members cheered in agreement. Even Y/N, the 14th member and the only girl in Seventeen, excitedly nodded along. She had been with them for years and considered them family.

"Are you sure, Y/N?" Joshua teased. "You don't drink that often."

She rolled her eyes. "Please, I can handle my alcohol. I’m not a lightweight."

At first, everything was fine. The soju flowed, laughter filled the dorm, and the conversations became louder and more chaotic. They played drinking games, from 'Never Have I Ever' to 'Truth or Dare,' and Y/N was holding up surprisingly well—until she wasn’t.

It happened so gradually that no one noticed at first. But soon, Y/N started giggling at nothing, leaning heavily onto whoever was next to her (which happened to be Vernon), and blinking as if trying to remember how her eyes worked.

"Y/N... are you drunk?" DK asked, biting back a grin.

"Nooo," she slurred, dramatically flipping her hair. "I'm perfectly fine. You, on the other hand, are blurry."

Seungkwan burst out laughing. "Oh, this is going to be good."

Drunk Y/N was a menace. She poked at Woozi’s cheeks, calling them 'mochi-soft,' ruffled Mingyu’s hair until it stuck up in every direction, and stole Hoshi’s phone, only to take 50 blurry selfies before tossing it back at him.

"I feel so powerful," she whispered to Dino, who just stared at her in pure amusement. "No one can stop me."

"I don’t think anyone wants to," Dino replied, laughing.

Then, things took a turn.

"You know what?" Y/N announced, standing up (wobbling dangerously). "I have secrets."

The room went silent.

Hoshi’s eyes sparkled. "Oh, this just got interesting."

Seungcheol leaned forward. "Go on. We’re listening."

She pointed dramatically at them. "You guys always complain that I don’t like cuddling, but deep down—I love it. I love when you guys want to cuddle, but I have to act all cool about it."

Gasps filled the room.

"I KNEW IT!" Woozi exclaimed, pointing at her like he solved a murder case. "She always pretends to hate it, but she never actually moves away!"

"EXPOSED!" Seungkwan yelled, laughing so hard he almost fell off the couch.

Y/N pouted. "I feel attacked."

"Too late, you already exposed yourself," Wonwoo said, smirking. "What else do you have?"

Y/N tapped her chin, as if thinking. "Hmm… Oh! I kind of… borrow your clothes."

"Borrow?" Minghao repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Or steal?"

"Pshh, borrow. Borrow!" she defended. "Like, you know, sometimes your hoodies, or caps, or skincare products... but I always give them back!"

"That explains why I kept running out of toner," Joshua muttered.

"I KNEW my hoodies were disappearing!" Woozi groaned. "I blamed DK!"

"Oh!" she suddenly gasped dramatically. "Mingyu."

Mingyu, who had been innocently sipping his drink, choked. "What about me?!"

Y/N covered her mouth, giggling. "I may or may not have scratched your car."

Silence.

"Excuse me?" Mingyu's eyes widened.

"It was an accident! I was driving, and I miscalculated, and—" she waved her hands wildly. "But you never noticed! You thought it was your fault!"

Mingyu stood up, mouth open in betrayal. "I blamed myself for WEEKS. I thought I was losing my mind!"

"Well, mystery solved!" DK laughed.

By now, the members were having way too much fun with Y/N���s drunken confessions. But then, she dropped the biggest bomb of all.

"Also… I might be talking to an idol," she mumbled, swaying slightly.

Instant silence.

"I’m sorry, WHAT?" Jeonghan nearly shrieked.

"WHO?!" Hoshi demanded, eyes wide.

"Is he from a big group?" Joshua asked, suddenly intrigued.

"Is he older or younger?" Woozi probed.

Y/N groaned, rubbing her eyes. "Ugh, he’s so hot. Like, ridiculously good-looking."

"That’s not an answer!" Minghao whined.

"Y/N, who is it?!" Seungcheol urged.

But it was too late. Y/N, mid-sentence, had passed out.

Right on Seungcheol’s shoulder.

He sighed, looking down at her curled-up form. "Guess we’re not getting any answers tonight."

The members looked at each other.

"Okay, but seriously," Seungkwan started. "Who do we think it is?"

"Mingi from ATEEZ?" Hoshi guessed.

"Nah, I think it's I.N from Stray Kids," DK said thoughtfully.

"No way, it’s definitely Soobin from TXT," Dino chimed in confidently.

After a few more wild speculations, the group finally gave up.

Joshua, being one of the responsible ones, carried Y/N to her bed, tucking her in gently.

"Tomorrow’s going to be fun for her," he chuckled.

"Oh, absolutely," Mingyu muttered, still bitter about his car.

Seungkwan smirked. "The moment she wakes up, we’re making her relive every single thing she said tonight."

The members all grinned, looking forward to Y/N’s reaction when she realized just how much she had spilled.

Tomorrow was going to be very interesting.

[ceilidho]

OC: Sigrid (Love at First Sight) Masterlist

She barrels down a long, deserted stretch of road with her high beams on, the yellow median strip fluorescent under the glare of her headlights.  

It’s nine-fifteen. Too late for other drivers and too early for the truckers who use this road in the early daylight hours. On her way back from the soup kitchen, her volunteer shift over quite some time ago; she whittled away the last few hours of the evening helping with the clean up, reluctant to go home until they finally pushed her out the door. 

Now it’s only her and the endless stretch of black tar in front of her.

The car is quiet. She prefers it that way, no noise to distract her. Just the rumble of the engine and the muffled crunch of asphalt under the wheels. If there were someone else in the car, Sigrid would offer to put the radio on, but since it’s just her, she leaves it off. She doesn’t have a favourite station anyway; her taste in music has always gravitated to babbling brooks and soothing rain. In the absence of that, she prefers silence. 

Trees flicker by in her peripheral vision, the gaps of darkness between them growing thinner and thinner the farther she gets. The road is a deadzone amidst bosky surroundings, the trees on either side so tall that their tips end in spindly tendrils scraping the belly of the sky. 

When a plume of black smoke puffs out from the rim of the hood, Sigrid’s brow furrows and she steps on the brakes, putting her hazards on before pulling over to the side of the road. 

Smoke billows out when she pops the hood and she leaps back a foot, swiping the air with her hand to clear it, letting out a harsh breath to keep it from going into her lungs. 

Panic crawls up her throat and she runs back around to reach for her wallet through the window, fumbling around for her CAA card. 

“Roadside assistance, Patty speaking,” someone on the other end says.

“Hi—my, um…there’s smoke coming from my car,” Sigrid stutters, staring at the dark smoke still rolling off the engine. 

Clicking on the other end. “Is there any fire?”

She checks around. “No. I don’t see any.”

More clicking. “Alright, I’m sending a tow truck your way. Can you tell me where you are?”

Sigrid checks the map on her phone, giving the dispatcher a rough description of where she is and what road she’s on. Then she hangs up. 

It’ll be close to an hour, maybe more, before a tow truck will be here. Sigrid briefly contemplates sitting in the car until he does, but the smoke still rising from the engine makes her second guess that impulse. Besides, it’s not cold out at this time of year. Barely sweater weather. She can handle an hour standing around waiting for a tow truck driver to find her. 

The first ten minutes are agonizing and then the rest is a breeze. Sigrid plays a word search game on her phone, the battery still full from charging it at work, and checks her emails, firing off a couple responses that she would’ve otherwise saved for tomorrow morning. She texts her mom about her day and talks her down when she calls in a fit of worry about Sigrid being stranded in the middle of nowhere.

“It’s fine, mom,” she murmurs, keeping her voice down subconsciously. 

“Okay, baby, but you tell me the second the tow truck gets there, alright?”

When she hangs up, it feels like so much time has passed and yet when she stands in the middle of the road and looks into the distance, she can’t make out any headlights or hear the sound of a truck approaching. He shouldn’t be far off, judging by the time on her phone, but there’s no way to tell without calling the dispatcher again. Ten-thirty. It doesn’t feel worth it when he might be only a few minutes away.

She sighs and wanders back over to the car, away from the road.  

Off in the woods just beyond the road, a branch cracks.

Sigrid’s neck snaps towards the treeline, heart in her throat. The air is absolutely silent. With her headlights off, the woods are pitch black, the moonlight overhead a thin, bloodless replacement. The ferns and bushes on the edges are visible though, and Sigrid stares at them and the darkness just beyond, waiting for anything to move or for any more noise to come. 

The air seems to hum with its own silence, like a background frequency she’s only just tuned into by virtue of opening her ears. Though nothing moves in the shadows again, the hair on the back of her neck tingles. 

She stares harder into the darkness. A cold feeling washes over her when something crunches from the woods, like the soft tread of brittle autumn leaves under a foot. It’s not loud enough to give her a clear mental image of whatever’s hiding out in the trees—whether it’s just a vole scurrying across the forest floor or something bigger—but it’s distinct, singular against the silence.

Her palms are clammy. It’s not fear yet though because still nothing moves against the darkness and Sigrid thinks she’d know if there was a person there, tucked away behind the treeline. It’s just an eerie feeling, staring at nothing. 

And the longer she stares, the less certain she is that nothing is out there. Her skin buzzes like her body has seen something that her eyes haven’t. But nothing moves in the darkness and the trees don’t shift. 

A horn honks and bright lights blind her when a truck rolls up alongside her, the sudden noise making her almost jump out of her skin. 

“You called for a tow?” a man hollers from an open window and Sigrid squints against the light, nodding. “Alright—gimme a minute to get her up. Move off the road.”

She walks along the grass towards the back of her car, letting the tow truck pull up in front of her before the driver puts it in park, keeping the truck running so he can drive her car onto the flatbed. She swallows when her eyes dart towards the trees again, but the sound of the truck engine running muffles any sounds in the forest. 

The driver works quickly and methodically, slamming the hood of her car down before driving it up onto the bed and lifting the bed back up, fastening the straps around the wheels in a few short minutes. 

When he’s done, the driver wipes his hands off on his pant legs and turns to her. “You can get in—I’ll drive you to the garage and we’ll get you a lift home unless someone can come get you.”

Sigrid shakes her head. “No. I’ll take a lift.”

She’s buckled in before he makes his way around, wincing when the radio starts blaring. Her heart jumps when the truck starts moving and her car bounces on the flatbed, hammering against her ribcage before they start rolling and her car stays secured in place. Her fingers loosen against the underside of her seat.

When she glances at the side mirror, a tree shifts in the distance and something dark steps out. Sigrid’s eyes widen. Then the darkness envelopes everything behind them and whatever stepped into the road is lost, the truck hurtling down the long, dark stretch of road ahead of them.