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TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

PART III

Han x reader. (s)

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Synopsis: You and Han become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle. (14,1k words)

Author's note: Despite my hectic rl, I finally finished season 4! Thank you for tuning in this far with me ❤️

HAN: Why did I have that wank? [Facepalms]

The group has lost another $10,000 and Han contributed $4,000 to that

It doesn't make him feel good letting everyone know that he rubbed one out in the shower earlier but also to everyone who will watch this show.

He wants to book a flight home immediately and never comes out of the house.

Han feels the need to apologize to you for what he did and worse is, not telling you about it. It's hard to get privacy so he waits until everyone leaves the dressing room to do that.

As you sit on your chair brushing your hair, he places a kiss on the top of your head, "Hi, nugget!"

You don't reply but keep untangling your hair with your fingers so he sits on the chair next to you, patiently waiting for you to soften around him.

After a moment, you look at him and softly sigh, "I can't believe you did that."

He hurriedly holds your hand to not let you go from his side, "I know," he meekly says.

"We've been here since day one and trying hard not to..." Your words trail off as you take a cotton pad and put something on it, "And we could have spent God knows how much by now if we did."

He nods and feels bad for it for letting you down, "Yes, know what you're saying," he confirms.

It's obvious to him now that you need time to cool down, he then holds your hand tight and turns your head to make you look at him.

"I'm sorry," he sincerely apologizes.

You put on a weak smile for him but a smile nonetheless, and then you tenderly kiss his cheek, "Wait for me in bed," you tell him.

He allows himself to hold you for a while and lands a quick kiss on your cheek.

"Don't make me wait long," he says as he softly nuzzles his nose in your neck.

HAN: I apologized but I still feel like I need to win her over.

When you finally come to bed, you seem to have gained your mood back but he remains cautious, he wants to be on your good side.

Han snuggles up to you, overlapping your body with his, and buries his head in your neck, inhaling your scent that puts him in an instant comfort.

The lights are off and not long after that, the chatter dies down the late it gets. He knows you're still awake from how you keep gently ruffling his hair with your fingers.

"Are you still upset?"

You weakly smile at how careful he is asking you that when you're not mad at all, just a bit taken aback.

"A little," you reply with your eyes closed.

He rests his head on his pillow and lays on his side facing you, "it's been hard not to do anything whilst getting closer," he says.

You hold the hand resting on your stomach and turn your head to look at him, "It's hard for me too," you mutter.

You lightly rub his forearm as you keep lowly talking to him, not wanting to disturb everyone else who sleeps in the room.

"I'm ovulating right now, I'm like... hornier than ever," you share with him.

"You what?" He asks in confusion.

"It's just... hard for me too," you skip on trying to explain what it's about.

He lowly chuckles at how you easily give in trying to explain it to him. He leans his head against the side of your head, "How can I not touch you when you're getting hotter and hotter every day, mmh?"

You hate how easy it is for him to make you melt with such cheesy words, you keep your cool and respond with a scoff.

He then places a long kiss on your cheek with his hand cupping your jaw, "And I'm getting more and more smitten," he adds.

You scoff again but you can't help but smile this time, "Cringe!" you respond.

He grins as he nuzzles his head in your neck and whispers into your ear, "I like you so much."

It's been a long time since you haven't felt this admired and adored by someone, it feels good and flattering. You feel like you owe it to him to tell him how you feel.

You look to the side and put your hand on his chin, turning his head to make him look at you.

"I like you too," you mutter to him and your heart is quivering, overflowing with warm feelings.

There's no excuse for this but you feel the urge to show him too so slowly you press your lips on him, kissing him with all of your heart.

YOU: At that moment, I feel like it's the right thing to do so I... I kissed him [bites thumb]

Han doesn't know how you end up straddling him and now, taking your camisole off of you. He hurriedly covers your body with the duvet as you lean down, kissing him on the neck and around his chest.

He wants to touch you all over, however, his hands are trained to stay on the safe side. He can only hold you as you place kisses across his chest.

"Baby, oh..." he forgets what he's about to say as you land a hot kiss on the column of his neck.

Your body is hovering above him as your hand wanders down his body, all the while your nipples are lightly grazing his chest.

He's high with your kisses but the moment your hand tugging at his boxer, his eyes snap open.

"You want to do it?" He asks.

You slip your hand under the waistband of his boxer, "we can stop," you simply resolve.

It's sneaky of you to throw the ball at his court. You know he wants this, therefore, how can he stop you? If anything, he wants more of you.

"I don't want to stop," he shamelessly admits.

Successfully taking his boxer off, he turns you over and has you pinned underneath him. He takes his turn to bury his mouth on your neck, kissing you down to your chest and he goes under the duvet to plant kisses on your stomach.

His fingers are tugging at the thin strap of your underwear before pulling it down and off your legs, you take it for me to put it on the bedside table.

There's nothing between your bodies now, it's just his skin rubbing against your skin. He watches as you look at your hands, trailing his shoulder blades then drag them down to feel the firmness of his muscles.

Then you slip your arms under and pull him close, sending him to collapse on top of you.

"You're so hot," you speak so low it's almost like a whisper.

You put your hand in the back of his hair and gently tug at his hair, "You're fire," you playfully compliment with a sly grin.

Han can say the same thing, except that he has not yet wrapped his head around the fact that you're both naked under the duvet. He can feel your body heat and the softness of your skin that he can't stop touching you.

"You're so beautiful," he mutters with an overwhelming sigh.

It feels as if there were only you and him existing at the moment that he completely forgot about everyone else sleeping in the room. He doesn't even remember that he has rules to follow.

Han presses a kiss on your lips and it continues into a slow, sensual making out where he can taste your lips, the plush and the warmth of it.

You let out a low moan as he pulled away from the kiss and without warning, put your legs around his waist to not let him go.

There's nothing to hide when you can feel his hardening member poking at your thighs, it's swollen and he's ready for you.

Seeing you spreading your legs open for him, he knows that he gets the permission to proceed with things.

Han reminds himself that he needs to calm down but rather than that, he does the opposite.

He gets hit by so many things all at once, how he shouldn't be doing this, about the money, and that everyone would be disappointed with him because of it. Everything is mixed inside his head and it overwhelms him.

He looks at you and the soft smile on your face, he knows you both want it but it seems like his body is failing him.

"I'm–" he swallows air to relax.

"I'm too tense," he says, shaking his head in panic.

He then collapses on top of you and hides his head in your neck, "I'm sorry," he murmurs with so much regret.

"It's okay," you assure him with a loving pat on his head and endearingly brush his hair to comfort him.

"It's embarrassing," he whines with his head still buried in your neck.

"It's okay, baby," you place a long kiss on his neck to convince him.

You both stay like that, syncing his breathing to the rising and falling of your chest as he rests his head on it and starts to get drowsy.

"We should put our clothes back on," you suggest before he falls asleep.

He reluctantly gets up and starts looking for his boxer, he gets panicked for losing it.

"I can't find it," he lowly speaks.

You wait until you put on your underwear to reply to him, "Huh?"

He clutches the duvet close to his chest, "I can't find my boxer," he says with intensified panic in his voice.

You stop him from pulling the duvet since you're not properly dressed yet and you're aware of the camera filming everything.

"Give me a second, I'll help you find it," you quickly put your camisole back on to help him.

He wraps himself in the duvet and gets off the bed, frantically looking for his boxer around the bed.

"It's nowhere," he says out loud.

You immediately put your hand to cover his mouth and he only realizes it now that he said it out loud. You press your mouth on his chest to muffle your laughter.

"I'm naked," he lowers his voice but says it with so much urgency in it.

"Okay but shh..." You mutter while silently laughing at the way he made a fool of himself out of panic.

You hurriedly look for it on the floor, perhaps one of you kicked it off the bed. You squat down, groping around in the dark while he waits, sitting on the bed wrapped in duvet.

"Got it! Here!" You hand it to him and climb onto the bed.

Still hiding inside the duvet, he quietly puts his boxer back on. It only hits him now how stupid everything was, he's regretting the way he behaved.

You peer inside the duvet and sweetly ask, "Can I join?"

He can let the duvet go and lay down on the bed next to you, he doesn't say anything but snuggles up to you. He feels bad for how things turned out.

"Hey," you softly scratch the hair behind his ear.

You wait until he looks at you to say, "I told you it's okay."

That makes you grateful that he's with you, he's not sure if anyone else would handle this well but you're so patient with him, and you understand him so much.

You bring your mouth close to sweetly kiss him on the cheek, "We'll get our time, mmh?"

He takes your hand and kisses it before resting it on his chest.

HAN: This makes me realize that she means a lot more to me than just sleeping with her.

There are times when Han looks exceptionally attractive and now he's looking exactly it. His upper body is in its glorious state, muscular chest and stomach on display and his skin is moist with sweat.

He's about to get into the shower when you step into the bathroom, pulling him by the hands to join you to sit inside the empty bathtub.

"So, what's our game plan?" You ask him.

He holds the back of your legs and pinches at the flesh, "Game plan for what?" He plays dumb.

You snort and put your hands on his shoulders, playfully slapping at it, "Should we tell everyone or wait for Lana to expose it?"

He takes your hands and intertwines them together on his knees, "And being scolded twice? No, thank you," he waves your idea away.

Well, you kind of hope that by telling them firsthand, they wouldn't be as mad when they find out about it from Lana. Yet you shudder thinking of being yelled at twice for breaking the rules.

There's another thing to be concerned about.

You put your hands on his neck and lean in close, lowering your voice as you ask, "Do you even know how many times we kissed?"

He suppresses his laughter and it forms a wide grin on his face, he's shaking his head having no idea how much you spent last night.

You lean in closer and lower your voice, "We kissed so many times," you remind him.

Then you get reminded of the hilarity of the situation last night and he seems to recall the same thing as you both break into laughter while looking at each other.

"You messed up," he mischievously accuses you.

"No," you deny, "you messed up!"

He pulls you close and keeps pulling you but you refuse to hug him since he's sweaty, "No, I don't want to hug you."

"Why not?"

"You're dirty," you reply.

"I am dirty," he says with a sly smirk and a wink.

With your hands on his chest, you push him away and get up, then step out of the tub.

"Come shower with me," he says.

You turn around to say, "No."

He uses the towel he's holding to slap your butt with it, "Come shower with your dirty boy!"

"No!" You persist, half-laughing.

Han gets out of the tub to chase you but before he can do that, you run out of the bathroom.

YOU: I'm just a little concerned about how everyone is going to react [hisses air]

It's another workshop for the boys and you're hanging out in the bedroom to escape the harsh sunlight at this hour of day.

You're on the bed with Avery and she's trustworthy enough to you, you feel like you can share about the infraction you did last night with her.

"How mad everyone will be when they know I did something last night?" You whisper to Avery, talking against the loud chat of Nya and Gwen on the other bed.

Avery tries to suppress her surprise and glares at you, "Depends..."

She puts her hair away to get more of the details, "What did you do?" She asks with a curious smile.

You can't recall last night without laughing and Avery patiently waits until you stop to tell her about it.

"What? What did you do?" She gets even more curious, dying to know what makes you laugh like that.

You catch a breath to calm yourself and hesitate to tell her everything about it, mostly because you want to spare Han from the shame.

"We almost had sex last night," you speak in a hushed tone.

Avery's mouth is gaping open and her hand flies to her mouth to cover it, "almost?"

You nod in confirmation.

It gets exciting to her that she leans in closer, not letting anyone hear about this and keeping this between the two of you, "What happened?"

To be honest, you have no idea how things went last night next thing you know you were naked under the duvet and you were all over each other.

"We kissed and got carried away... in the middle of it we just kind of stopped, you know," you tell her, not letting her in on the major plot twist.

"Oh?" She gasps.

"I couldn't remember how many times we kissed," you truthfully tell her.

She squints her eyes at you, "It's that good, huh?"

You chuckle at that and shake your head, "We got carried away and just didn't think of the rules at that moment."

Avery licks her lower lips and starts fiddling with the end of her braided hair, "I think they will be mad at how much money you spent on it," she says.

You may not remember how many times you kissed but you know it's worth a lot of money, "Yeah..." you agree even though you're in an impending doom.

"Everyone wouldn't be as pissed if they were still a lot of money to spend but babe, we barely have anything left," she reminds you.

Hearing that makes you feel worse about it and you regret telling anyone about it.

YOU: I... [rubs temples] I hope Lana goes easy on me [nervously laughs]

What is his problem, really?

Isn't it clear that he shouldn't be flirting with someone's girl blatantly like this? Han needs to do an intervention so he walks over to you, putting his arms around you in a possessive way.

"I've been looking for you, you sexy little minx!" He murmurs with a kiss on your neck.

Han glances at Ed and stares at him until he turns away, leaving you alone like he wanted.

You take his wine glass and steal a sip of his wine, giving the glass back to him afterward. While holding him close, you bring your mouth close to his ear to ask, "Do you think Lana will drop the bomb today?"

You seem more nervous than usual and he starts to think that perhaps it's a good idea that the two of you didn't end up having sex last night.

He sips his drink before talking, "I think so."

"I think everyone is going to be fuming," you tell him with a nervous laugh.

Han wants to sound convincing but he can't lie to you, you know that he's just as nervous, only that he masks it well.

"We got each other," he says.

And that's the only thing he can promise you, that no matter what happens, you can rely on him as much as he relies on you.

You look at him and smile, "I know."

If it wasn't for the stupid rules, he would have kissed your lips but for now, he settles with a kiss on your cheek.

HAN: I hope that despite the rule breaks we did, everyone didn't think that what we have is purely physical.

It's too early for you to relax but the night is getting late and you have drank all the three glasses of wine you're allowed to have for the day.

You're lounging in the firepit with Mikaela and Rio and Gwen being the chatty girl she is, sharing a funny story with everyone.

It's moments like this that you'll be missed once you leave the retreat.

Somehow your mind wanders too far off and you start thinking about life outside the retreat. It's hard in this retreat because of the rules but you think it's going to be a lot harder in the outside world.

You look at Han as he laughs at Asher's joke and hits by a wave of sadness that this is going to end soon. What you're afraid of the most is the change, things will change once this ends.

You kiss his cheek and it takes him by surprise, "What's that for?"

You smile then look away, "I just wanted to."

Han puts his hand on your neck and presses a long kiss on your cheek, not letting go until he runs out of breath.

"I wanted to do that," he says once he pulls away and places another kiss on your temple.

"Ugh, stop being so cute!" Mikaela says with a hint of jealousy.

"That's why she likes me, I'm cute," Han proudly says with his gummy smile.

Catching everyone off their guard, Lana chimes in and tells everyone to gather in the cabana.

YOU: I am shitting it [laughs uncontrollably]

The anxiety kicks in and your body turns rigid no matter how much Han is trying to relax you by placing rubs on your back.

Han knows how to play calm but you, you're just bad at hiding your anxiety. Your jaws are clenched, your foot is nervously tapping the floor and your fingers are picking at the ripped hole on Han's jeans.

When the melodic chime comes in, your heart drops.

"I must inform you that there's a breach of the rules," Lana informs.

And it's a bad thing when she talks without greeting first, that means she's not pleased, Lana is mad.

"Okay, you guys know what to do," Finn says with a tense expression on his face.

"Not us," Rio couldn't deny the allegation faster, shifting everyone's attention away from them.

You feel like wanting to shrink into a microscopic size and just disappear, however, you must face it, owning up to your mistakes.

Avery secretly glances at you with a subtle knowing smile on her face, probably trying to tell you that it's best to come forward.

You look at Han and he smiles at you, he then looks the other way and says, "It was me."

Mikaela dramatically gasps and looks at you, "What did you do?"

You place your hand on his back, letting him know that you're right there with him.

"We kissed a couple of times," he replies to her.

You hate to add to it but you must tell them everything, "A bit of heavy petting too."

"How many times is a couple of times?" Fabian asks.

You sense that things are heating and you remind yourself to keep calm, "We got a little carried away, that's what happened so we're not really sure how many times we did it—"

"What do you mean not sure?" Nya asks.

Han holds your hand to both comfort and strengthen him, "You know it's actually great that we stopped there," Han says.

"What happened?" Asher asks.

Whenever you recall last night, you burst into laughter, and that makes him laugh too. Everyone is just looking at you in confusion.

Han to compose himself first to answer them, "We almost had sex."

"Almost?" Gwen repeated.

"We didn't. Calm your knickers down!" You didn't mean to be snarky but well.

Asher is the only one having fun with this information, "You shouldn't have beaten one out yesterday, bro!"

Everyone is laughing and you throw your arms around him, feeling embarrassed for him but at the same time, wanting to comfort him.

Han looks at the staff and asks, "Can I call my mom?"

Everyone's laugh dies down as Lana drops the bomb, "Your indiscretion has cost the group $20,000."

The hilarity of the moment evaporates into the air and is replaced by a dark shadow hanging over everyone's heads.

"The prize fund now stands at $45,000," Lana updates.

Avery rubs her temple and loudly sighs, "There's not much left to it," she meekly says.

The guilt is gathering in the pit of your stomach, making you feel sick and a little faint. There's nothing you can say to defend yourself so you keep your head down and stay quiet.

"I asked you to respect my rules and you continued to break them."

YOU: Uh-oh! Lana is mad, MAD!

"I'm setting you to the ultimate test to see if you can adhere to my retreat rules under the most trying circumstances."

Test? Han has never been good at tests and not to mention, it's a test from Lana so he knows it wouldn't be easy. It's called a test for a reason.

Also, he doesn't like the sound of the last two words Lana said but they linger in his head far longer than he lets them.

"You will spend the night in the private suite."

Han exchanges a nervous glance with you, realizing that the two of you are in deep trouble Lana has to set you both on a test.

The others are either sighing or groaning, they don't like the idea of putting the two of you together in a suite. He hates to think badly of them but he doesn't like their reactions either.

"You trust us though, right?" Han asks them.

There's a shrug, an inaudible answer, and a lot of pessimism that only adds to the animosity in the air, he can't stand it anymore.

Han clicks his tongue and sighs, "Well, thank you for the support you guys," he sneers with a thin smile.

He puts his arm around you because he knows you're the only one on his team.

"Please make your way to the private suite," Lana orders.

He couldn't wait to exit this situation and spend the rest of the night with you away from everyone. He offers his hand to help you get up from the bed.

"Hey, Han," Rio calls him.

He turns around to look at him, "Yeah?"

"Don't do things I wouldn't do," he says.

"Is there anything you didn't do?" Han replies back with a grin.

Rio laughs in response and Han leaves the cabana, taking you by the hand to the private suite.

HAN: [looks down at his crotch] Just hold on as long as you can, okay? Don't embarrass myself any more than I already have. [Laughs]

This is not a bad thing after all.

Han never thought that he'd ever get to see the private suite and now he's here.

He's the first to enter the suite with you trailing behind him, looking around the room that has been set to a sensual setting with candles and rose petals littering the bed.

"Oh, thank you, Lana!" He shouts his gratitude out loud wherever Lana is.

Carefully, he hoists you with his two arms, attempting to carry you like newlyweds. You squeal as he struggles to get you to bed and he ends up, sending both of you collapsing onto the bed.

He has you pinned under him, using the chance to admire your beautiful face as he's catching his breath. The temptation to kiss you is so strong and the test barely started yet.

You softly nuzzle your nose against his and put your hand on the back of his head, "I don't want to break rules anymore," you mutter.

As much as he wants to do anything imaginable to you, he doesn't want to let people down anymore, so he agreed. He nods and endearingly caresses your cheek with his knuckle.

"Yeah. Me too," he says, making his mind on the spot.

He allows himself to plant his mouth on your neck, "We're mature. We're adults now. We can do this," he tells you, suddenly feeling optimistic about passing the test.

A grunt falls out of his mouth as you put your legs around his waist. You bring your mouth close to his ear and breathlessly whisper, "But I kind of want to continue last night."

Well, there goes his optimism, leaving his body the second you mutter the idea to him. Fuck continuing last night, he wants a do-over and this is the perfect opportunity to do it.

Suddenly, he feels like doing whatever he wants. He looks at your face that is mere inches away from his, "Oh, yeah, fuck money!"

HAN: My head gets a bit naughty when it comes to her. She's just so hot.

"Yes, get those titties out," he excitedly says as he watches you taking off your dress.

Han knows you've been wearing nothing underneath but thin black underwear. He feels your naked body against his but it's different now that he sees you with his own eyes and admires it as much as he wants.

With his body soaked in the warm water, Han rests his head on the edge of the tub, he's biting his lower lip as he watches you pulling your underwear down your legs.

"How are you so hot, baby?" He asks you in disbelief.

You're giggling seeing his wide eyes following you as you get into the tub, sitting down on the other end of the tub.

"We should have a toast," You suggest

"Oh fuck, I left the bottle in the room," he fumbles to get out of the tub.

He's covering his private part with his hand to retrieve the bottle of wine and returns with the bottle clamped under his arm.

You crawl over in the tub to sit on his lap, putting your legs around him even though you both know it's not a good idea.

"What?" You ask while chuckling.

As if that wasn't enough, you put your arms around his neck, sending your breasts squashed between your chests.

"I want to put my legs around your sexy little waist," you innocently say.

He grabs his drink and gulps it down, you refill it for him to have another toast, clinking your glasses together before taking a sip.

"You know what you look like?" He asks.

You laugh even before he tells you the answer, "What?"

"Like a popsicle," he answers with his hand splashing water onto your shoulder.

He tries to seduce you but he gets an unexpected reaction from you, you laugh instead of getting frisky like he imagined it would be.

"I just want to lick you," he says to you with a flirty wink.

"Lick it then," you encourage him with a seductive smile and a sultry gaze.

He is indeed going to lick you with or without your permission, he lands a long lick up the column of your neck as you tip your head to the side, allowing him to plant his mouth on it.

Can't stop himself, he plants kisses down to your chest and buries his head in there while you're holding him close with your arms around his neck.

As if the water in the tub suddenly risen a few degrees, he feels hot inside and out.

HAN: [groans] I'm trying to be good here!!!

The two of you don't take things seriously but that doesn't mean that it does nothing when he looks at you with such lustful eyes and you spread your legs open to tease him.

He crawls onto the bed and hovers above you, placing a long kiss on your collarbone, letting it go with a gasp.

Slowly, he puts his body on top of you but propped an elbow against the mattress to not put his whole weight on you.

"Can you resist me?" He asks with a hoarse voice.

You look up at him and nod.

He holds your jaw and puts his thumb on your lips, pulling at it to feel the plush of it.

"Why are you so hot?" He asks in a mix of disbelief and awe.

You smile at his word and let your hands touch his muscular chest. You use only your fingertips to feel the outline of his muscles and down to his stomach where it feels less firm but more softer.

Feeling playful, you pinch at his tummy but it does nothing to him because he's too busy listing over your body. He seems frustrated to not be able to feel you all over and he best believes that you feel the same way too.

"I can't resist you," he says to you with his hot breath brushing your cheek and rubbing his bulging crotch against your thigh.

"What should we do about it?"

You put your hands around him and gently claw at his back, "I'm open to anything," you daringly say.

On one side, you want to fuck it and just do whatever you want but on the other, you really want to prove everyone wrong, that you have a genuine connection with Han.

But God! It's so hard to not touch him when his body is pressed close against yours.

"Let's settle this," Han suddenly says, rolling over to the side to get a rose from the bedside table.

He sets a pillow against the headboard of the bed and invites you to sit next to him. You eagerly snuggle to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"I pick one, then you pick one," he says, holding the rose between him and you.

Han starts first, picking a petal off the rose then says, "Have sex."

You let out a chuckle before taking your turn, pulling at the rose petal, "Don't have sex."

He goes next, picking another petal and tossing it away, "Have sex."

"Don't have sex," you mutter while throwing away the rose petal to the back.

"Have sex."

"Don't have sex."

You continue taking turns stripping away the petals off the rose until there are a few left. You rip one off and leave one last petal on the rose.

Han grins knowing the result of his unusual way of settling the matter, he gladly picks the last petal off with a sly smile on his face and says, "Have sex."

You both look at each other as he seductively gazes into your eyes with a smirk dancing on his face. How can you say no when he's intensely looking into your eyes with so much want in his eyes?

YOU: Ugh! This is torture.

Han shrugs and then throws the bare rose away, pulling you close with his hand holding the back of your thighs. He deeply looks into your eyes as he mutters, "Even the universe wants us to have sex."

You snort at the way he put it and continue laughing as he tickles your neck with his nose.

"Take your clothes off!"

"No!"

You manage to break away from his hold and roll over to the side, taking something from the tray of sex toys on the bedside table.

Bring it with you, you're straddling him on the bed, and place a hand on his chest to hold him down.

"You've been very, very bad," you tell him and hit him with the leather flogger on his arms.

"Ow!" He yelps in pain.

His hand flies to rub the skin, "That hurts!" He grumbles.

"You're supposed to feel the pleasure in the pain," you tell him, tickling his chest with the flogger.

"No," He shakes his head, "It's just pain."

You both break into laughter at the same time yet you continue flogging him, this time, doing it gentler to not hurt him.

"Who's your mommy, huh?"

"My mom," he answers.

"Wrong answer!" You hit him on the ribs with the flogger.

You lean in close and try again, "Are you my good boy?"

He holds you by the waist and nods, "Yes, I am," he answers

"But I don't want a good boy," you say with a pout.

"I'm a bad boy," he changes his mind almost immediately.

You lean in closer until you can feel his breath on your lips as he speaks, "How bad?"

"Very bad!"

"Really?"

"Yeah..." he breathlessly says.

You pull away and slyly smile at him, brushing his chest with the end of the flogger, then put it away. You prop a hand against the mattress to hover above him, leaving a few inches between your faces.

"A bad boy is not afraid to break rules," you say with a soft caress on his cheek.

He's gripping your waist as your leg rubs at his inner thigh, "Yeah..."

"Are you bad enough to break the rules?" You ask him with a soft, wet kiss on his jaw.

"Yeah..." his voice is slightly quivering and teasing him like this makes you hornier than before.

You prop your other hand on the bed, caging his body in between your arms and looking down at him with his eyes wide and dark with lust.

"Take your clothes off!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

YOU: Let's say... we had a lot of fun [smirks]

It's too early or you personally think it is.

You force your eyes open and see that the curtains are already open, showing it's bright outside. Instead of waking up, you snuggle close to Han as he's still soundly sleeping next to you.

Without opening his eyes, he draws you closer and plants a kiss on the top of your head.

"We should get up," you sleepily tell him with your eyes still closed.

"Mmh..." he answers with a hum.

You turn your head to give him a morning kiss on the cheek, greeting him once you pull away, "Morning, sexy man."

He puts his arm around you, trying to make you stay snuggle close to him. He eventually gives in and takes your hand to hold instead.

You grab your water tumbler and take a big sip before sitting on the bed, letting Han rest his head on your lap. You put your hand in his air and play with his tousled hair.

"You were so sexy last night," you mutter.

That gets his ear perking up and his head turns to look at you, "I know," he confidently says.

"So hot," you emphasize the word with a heavy sigh.

Han turns over to lay face up with his head still resting on your lap so he can look at you, "Let's not go back."

You hold his head with both hands and gently squeeze his cheeks with your fingers, "You want to stay here?"

"Mmh," he says, placing his hands on yours.

This moment feels tender and intimate, you rarely get a moment like this with everyone in the retreat so to finally be able to be alone with him and fully enjoy each other's presence, you feel a lot more closer than ever.

"I don't mind staying here," you say with a nonchalant shrug and another squeeze on his squishy cheeks.

"Give me a kiss!" He cutely demands with his lips puckered.

To compensate for not being able to kiss him on the lips, you kiss him on both cheeks.

YOU: Wake up this morning feeling great and amazing. I just can't wait to share my happiness with everyone [smiles]

"Hello, Negative Nancy's!" Han pokes fun at everyone as he leads you into the cabana.

They look rather tense for his joke that no one is laughing at it. Probably because not only that it still early in the morning, but they're haunted by the possibility that they may lose more money today.

Especially after seeing that you're wearing his shirt with a radiant smile on your face. He reckons everyone already thinks that they have lost the money that isn't even theirs in the first place.

To be exact, no one owns it yet.

"How was your night, bro?" Asher asks, looking rugged with his long hair tied in a messy bun.

"Fucking great!" He answers without a beat, putting everyone on the edge of their seats with it.

He turns his head at you and asks, "It was fun, yeah?"

You nod with the smile not wearing off of your face, "It was nice and romantic, there were candles and roses and champagne..." you add.

He can see that Gwen is quietly rolling her eyes either in jealousy or displeased with what she heard. But Han is having fun teasing them and so are you.

"Did you do something?" Nya asks with her hand propped under her head.

Han glances at you then lets out a long sigh, "We're not sure..."

Mikaela gets triggered by it, "What do you mean by that?"

He puts his arm around you and puts on a cryptic smile, "We did a lot of things," he says.

"We used a sex toy or two," you egg on it, playing along with his scheme.

"We're just not sure if they were rule breaks or not," he says with a nonchalant shrug.

There are groans and sighs, it seems that he's succeeded at annoying them. He then looks at the cone sitting in the middle of the table.

"Let's just ask Lana!" He simply resolves.

Not long after, Lana comes with that melodic chime that twists everyone's stomach and makes them sit up straight in their seats.

"Hello, everyone," Lana begins with her usual greeting.

Most of everyone is half-heartedly replying to her while Han tries to lighten up the mood with a cheery one, "Hello, lovely Lana!"

"Last night, you spent the night in the private suite and were forbidden from any form of physical contact."

He doesn't really need the reminder but sure, Lana is cooking something in here and he hopes it's something good.

"I can reveal that..."

He takes your hand to get your attention and flashes you a goofy smile, he knows no one else is going to have fun with him except you.

For someone who spent the most money in the retreat, Rio looks nervous, Han sees that he puts his hands together as if he were praying.

And for artificial intelligence, Lana knows how to build suspense.

"They did not break the rules," Lana finally announces.

Everyone is cheering and whooping, clapping their hands his way. He never thought that these many people would be happy knowing he didn't get to sleep with the hot girl.

But he allows himself to hug you, congratulating each other for what you achieved together.

"For the record, I trusted you that you two will pass it!" Asher says with a proud smile.

But it doesn't stop there, Lana has another announcement.

"As a reward for passing my test, I'll return the money to the prize fund which now stands at $100,000."

Now everyone is going crazy. The boys are throwing themselves at him and pile on him while he struggles to get away.

HAN: Your boy Han did it! [Throws fist in the air]

Strangely, you feel good for not having sex with a guy you like but it feels great to see everyone is happy about it.

After all, this was a test to prove to everyone that what you have with Han is genuine, it's meaningful. Nothing feels better than proving everyone wrong.

Everyone is settling down, returning to their seats since Lana has not yet done talking.

"Do you feel that you have made a deeper emotional connection?" Lana asks both of you.

"Yes, absolutely," you reply without a beat.

"A hundred percent, yes," Han answers not long after.

You're busy brushing his messy hair from everyone ruffling and patting his head.

"You probably think that I'm a joker, always joking but what I have with her is serious, it's genuine and I..." he turns his head to look at you, "With us passing the test, it's the proof of that."

This is when you find Han the most attractive when he speaks out with confidence but with all honesty. You believe your eyes have hearts in them as you look at him.

Avery and Gwen are cooing at the same time, melting on their seats and you like seeing jealousy in their eyes.

Everyone else is giving you both a round of applause for being the couple that they never expected to grow this much in this retreat. They probably didn't expect that you would end up with Han.

Taking you by surprise, both of your watches chime and turn green. It takes you a while to register what it means, you slowly turn your head to have his hand cupping your jaw, crashing his lips against you.

The kiss feels so special and rewarding, you allow yourself to be open, pouring all of your heart out into the kiss, ignoring everyone else who is watching and cooing at you.

Dare you say, it feels like a movie scene.

YOU: I'm glad that we got the green light and that shows that we have something real. I just can't wait for what comes next to us [smiles]

Han is going for a swim on the beach with Rio and Fabian when they get curious about last night.

"Was it hard, man?" Rio asks because the idea of being in a room with a girl and not having sex is a lot for him to comprehend.

"Rock hard," Han immediately replies.

"I bet, I bet," Fabian says while laughing and splashing water onto his toned abs.

They're all laughing with their bodies engulfed in the saltwater, facing the sun that is slowly sinking into the horizon.

"How do you feel about her now?" Fabian asks.

It's surprising to hear the question coming from this God-like man, it makes him look deep into his heart to answer it.

"I feel a lot closer, man," Han honestly says.

Anyone other than you or himself wouldn't get it and comes from him who was once anti-Lana, he can see that he slowly changing his course, he's learning the lesson now.

"I just think we're very similar, we have the same energy, I like little things about her," he stops himself as he's aware he's foolishly smiling as he talks about you.

Fabian is cooing at him and lands a pat on his shoulder.

"I was with a girl once, thought she was everything and she obviously let me down so whenever a girl comes in, I just... can't commit anymore," he doesn't know where it comes from but he feels comfortable to share it with them.

"You don't want to get hurt again, yeah," Rio is nodding along to his words.

"And now I'm here and it's completely changed everything," he says.

Rio takes it that Han is onto something, "So, what do you have in mind?"

Han inhales air as he takes in the beautiful view, "I feel like it's time I make her my girlfriend," he says.

Without warning, Fabian punches his arm almost sending him staggering in the water, he holds Rio's shoulder to steady himself.

"Aw, man..." Rio says, sounding like a proud man.

Not enough by punching his arm, Fabian jumps onto Han's back sending them both falling into the water and Rio joins him to playfully sink him into the water.

HAN: It's been a long time since I got close to somebody so this is a big deal for me. I don't know if I have the guts to ask her.

Your time in the retreat is coming close to an end and out of all the parts of this big villa, you're going to miss this dressing room the most.

It's not just a room where you do your make-up and hair, but it's also where everyone usually gathers and fools around with each other. So many things happened in this room.

After taking a shower, you decide to may as well start getting ready for the night. You're not the only one having a head start, Gwen is there curling her hair into loose waves that frame her small face.

"I don't know what I'm going to wear tonight," you share as you sit on your chair next to her.

To be honest, you run out of clothes to wear now that the retreat is about to end and you kind of want to look your best.

"You can borrow mine, babes," Gwen kindly offers.

You softly laugh and make fun of yourself, "It would be loose around the chest, I'm afraid."

Gwen has the kind of laugh that sounds more like a shrill and it's filling the room as the two of you continue chatting about things while doing make-up.

Until Han comes into the dressing room and sits across from you. You look away from your mirror to see him, "Hey, pickles."

He slumps on his chair and compliments you out of the blue, "You look gorgeous, babe!"

You lowly chuckle as you keep filling your eyebrows, "I'm not done with my eyebrows yet," you tell him.

Then Han gets quiet and you keep glancing at him because he looks like he has something to say but he seems to hesitate.

You know he has that awkwardness in him but it's not it. Something is off and he looks nervous but he's too afraid to tell you about it.

You're about to open your mouth to ask what it is but the cone in the room chimes, making everyone startled on their seats.

"Oh, fuck, I feel sick when Lana comes on," Gwen says with her hand clutching her chest.

"Hello, guests!" Lana greets.

It makes you nervous still whenever Lana speaks even though you know you don't do anything wrong, "Yes, my darling?"

Then Lana calls both of your names, making your head turn at the cone in the corner of the room. Then you glance at Han, "What have we done now?"

Han who's faintly biting his lower lip shrugs in utter confusion.

"As an existing couple in this retreat, I am sending you on a date for a chance to open up and form a deeper connection."

YOU: Oh, finally! Lana came with good news!

The first thing that you both do after receiving the news is get off your chairs and run towards each other, you throw yourself at him as he catches you, hoisting you against his body.

"A date! Yay!" You squeal in excitement, then place kisses all over his face.

As Han leaves to get ready for the date, you get back to your seat and can barely do your make-up anymore, you're too excited and at the same time, nervous.

You forgot what you're about to do with your face so you pick up your brush and mindlessly brush some powder onto your forehead and chin.

"I'm excited for you!" Gwen says, sounding more excited than you are.

"Me too," you say with a breathless chuckle.

You put down your brush and pick up a tube of mascara next, your hand is slightly shaking for you to apply it to your lashes.

It's not like you never got on a date before so you don't get why you're so jittery.

YOU: Why am I so nervous? We almost had sex once for God's sake!

Han regrets acknowledging your beauty a little late.

He can see it now, how radiant you are as you descend down the steps that lead to the beach, looking so stunning in that bright blue dress.

He offers his hand to help you walk down the last three steps and clasps your hand with his.

"I don't want to be an asshole but your tits look great in that dress," he compliments with a naughty smirk.

He knows you're going to laugh from the way you scrunch your nose and there it is, the sound of your laugh that has become one of his favorite sounds in the world.

"I must say your tits look great in that shirt," you compliment back.

A boat is waiting to take both of you, taking you on a trip around the island with the sun slowly yet surely setting for the day.

There are cocktails and a basket of food provided on the back of the boat. You both take a seat facing each other and decide to make a toast to start the date.

"I've never had a date on a boat before," you suddenly share.

It never ceases to amaze him how he keeps sharing common things with you, "Me too."

He takes another sip before adding, "We both won't forget about it then," he says.

You lift your glass, initiating another toast with him, "Cheers to that!"

He's not sure how many percent of alcohol is in that cocktail but he really needs it to gain a little courage to ask the one question that's been bothering him all day and night.

HAN: I have to pull it off. I HAVE TO!

Well, there's one way to prepare him for the big question. He knows how to ease both the tension and you, well, it's actually just things that he knows are true about you.

"Do you know that you scrunch your nose before you smile? Or laugh?" He asks.

You finish chewing the grape to answer him, "I think, yeah..." you doubtfully answer.

Han also picks a grape and pops it into his mouth, he wants to take his time, doing it right.

"And you also purr like a kitten when you sleep," he adds.

You let out a nervous chuckle, "Is that a compliment?"

He's not sure about that one but he wants to show you that he knows the little details about you. He knows more than just those two, he can list them for you but he's afraid it'll take the whole day.

"It is a compliment," he says with a grin.

He rolls a grape between his fingers, just something to fiddle with because of how nervous he is

"You have to give me a compliment too," he demands.

You stop chewing and lick your lips, "Well, uhm... I like the way you sit with your legs looking like those anime girls," you say, copying the way he sits then break into laughter.

In his defense, he unknowingly sits like that. He laughs it off then says, "You find everything attractive about me."

"That's because you're one big attraction, baby," you immediately respond.

It's a rare occasion that you let your thoughts unfiltered with him and that's good, that means you're comfortable around him.

He seems to like what he heard from the way he's brightly smiling with the soft sunset reflected in his eyes.

"I like that we're not taking things seriously, we do silly things together and I think that's cute," he shares.

You nod and understand that really well, it has not yet sunk in that you found someone like him here of all places.

"It doesn't hit me yet, you know, that I met someone like you," you tell him with a smile.

Then you get hit by a wave of sadness that it's going to end soon and you fear that things are going to change between you.

"All I know is... it's going to be weird not waking up next to you and spending all of our time together," you sadly tell him.

It seems like he reads your mind, he snatches the words you're about to say to him right out of your mouth.

"I'm glad I got to know you," he says with glints in his eyes.

You softly smile at him, "Me too."

But you don't want to keep hanging everything on maybe, you want to know if this can continue outside the retreat. You take a sip of your drink, then take a deep breath after, "It's been so good for us," you say.

You take another sip of your fruity, alcoholic drink to continue talking, "And I'm thinking... what's next?"

You don't want to pressure him, of course, and you don't want to have seemed demanding as well but it has to be made clear.

You look at him with eyes that seek an answer from him, "I'm just hoping that nothing bad happens."

YOU: I fall in deep and I don't know whether Han feels the same.

Han knows that he's in the trenches when you ask what's next?

The answer to it is at the tip of his tongue but he can't muster up the courage to spit it out. His past experience haunts him, reminding him of the chance that this could hurt him too, even worse than before.

"Obviously, I came bere not expecting to meet someone like you," you say with a smile.

That smile makes him nervous, thinking that he'll never be able to see it again once he popped the question.

You fix your hair from being blown by the wind and tuck it behind your ear. Such a mundane thing but he likes it whenever you do it.

"But I don't want to waste my time anymore, you know," you say.

And he gets nervous again.

"What about you?"

Such a simple question but it takes everything in him to answer that question. He looks back at his past relationship and he realizes that he shouldn't compare it to what you and him have.

And it's you, you're different and you make him happy. Why should he stop seeing someone who makes him happy?

Before he can tell you that, he feels the need to tell you why he hesitates so much and that it has nothing to do with you.

"Ever since my last relationship, I struggled with commitment, attachment... and I don't bother trying knowing it could lead to disappointment," he shares.

You intently listen to him, look him in the eyes, and take every word he says with an open mind.

"I often find myself thinking why put somebody through something that could potentially hurt them?"

You nod in understanding, "Yeah."

"My problem is I fear heartbreak," he confesses.

It's one thing to share a piece of his past with you but letting you know his fear... he's basically handing you the power over him.

Despite the things he shared with you, you tip your head to the side and adorably scrunch your nose at him.

"How about now?" You ask.

A wind blows, sending your hair caught between your lips and you take a moment to put all of your hair away, "Are you ready to commit?"

Han doesn't see heartbreak, he sees happiness in you so he nods.

HAN: I've got a funny feeling... I'm overthinking the situation, but I know it's the right time.

You have never seen him like this, so terribly quiet and still. You place your hand on his and crack a low laugh, "Why are you nervous?"

Han always knows how to lighten up the moment or make fun of something, it seems like he has lost that skill at the moment.

Then he stares deeply into your eyes with a tense and serious expression on his face.

"There's a question I've been wanting to ask you," he says.

Maybe it's your turn to ease the tension, you bat your eyelashes at him and cutely ask, "Oh, really?"

You can see that he's still nervous, his Adam's apple is bobbing in his throat from swallowing air.

"Uhm... this whole experience has been enjoyable because of you. You're lovely, you're beautiful inside and out..."

There are a lot of compliments in one sentence and ignoring the anxiety tinted his words, you coo in response.

He gulps air again then asks, "How'd you feel about being my girlfriend?"

Not that he can't act this gentlemanly but it takes you by surprise, it feels like he's pulling a joke on you. Maybe it is?

"You're joking..." you say with a dry laugh.

"I'm being serious!" He says with so much urgency.

You just need to ask one more time to be sure, "You're really asking me to be your girlfriend?"

He aggressively nods, "Yeah."

Han sees that you're still doubting him, he tries again but more candidly, "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

Can't tell if it's the wind or that you're deeply touched by this heartfelt moment, you feel tears in the corner of your eyes. You gently dab it with the pad of your fingers to not ruin your make-up.

"Oh, my god," you breathlessly gasp.

You look at him and he's still waiting for your answer in anticipation, you nod, then say, "Yes."

This is the weirdest thing ever but most endearingly. You feel warm and ecstatic but the two of you just sit there, looking at each other, laughing.

You almost forget about it until they chime, you turn your wrist to see that it's indeed green.

Han notices it too, he then gets up and takes your hand, he pulls you close to lean in, kissing you with so much love.

Your heart is shaking and the content is pouring out of it yet it never empties. Your heart is overflowing with warm feelings.

And his lips are just as warm, as welcoming as his embrace.

When he pulls away, he delightfully sighs.

"Fuck yeah, I finally have a girlfriend!" He mutters against your lips before planting another kiss.

YOU: My God! I can't stop smiling it's so stupid [gleefully smiles]

Other than you, Lana is also sending Rio and Mikaela on a date but you're the first one to come back. You find everyone is getting ready for the last party in the retreat tonight.

"Oh, they're back from the date!" Avery delightfully gasps at the sight of you walking into the room while holding hands with Han.

"Oh, my God! How was the date?" Gwen asks, propping both hands under her head.

Nya puts down her eyebrow pencil and glances at you, "Tell us all about it!" She demands.

You sit down on your chair first before speaking and Han takes the seat next to you, "We got on a boat and we had pretty cocktails, it was gorgeous," you tell them.

Asher walks into the room to plop onto the small sofa in the corner of the room, "Oh, I'm so jealous!" He says in a sincere tone.

"Then it got pretty serious, don't you think?" Han asks you.

"Yeah, it was," you say with a small nod.

You don't know how to tell them without making it like a cringe moment, you feel silly but also excited to share it with them.

"This guy asked me a funny question at the end," you say with a cryptic smile.

Everyone shifts their attention to Han and they wait for one of you to continue the words. You look at Han and decide to break the news.

"He asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend," you tell them.

There's a collective gasp and Avery's jaws are hanging open, so invested in your storytelling.

"What did you say?" Nya asks you.

You wait for a moment to tease them, building the anticipation in the room. Then again, good news should be shared.

"I said yes," you finally answer.

The next thing you know, everyone is coming at you and congratulating you with a group hug. You look at Han and he's being smothered by Asher's hug.

"I'm so happy for you," Avery says, sounding like she's in tears as she's hugging you from the back.

After everyone takes their turn to congratulate both of you, you and Han exchange a long hug, feeling overwhelmed with happiness.

"You two are so cute!" Gwen comments.

You turn around to face her and Han holds you from the back, "No, but I've been wanting to tell him how much I like him and obviously, I've been keeping it to myself because I was afraid he didn't feel the same way," you honestly share.

You remember just feeling so smitten, falling in deeper but you can't say anything about it because the fear of being rejected or the possibility that your feelings are not being reciprocated is bigger than what your heart can contain.

"This is like... the cutest thing ever!" Avery says with an exciting squeal.

"We also got a green light earlier," Han shares.

"Has a few snogs, eh?" Fabian says, joining in late into the celebration.

"Definitely!" Han shamelessly shares.

YOU: Things couldn't be more perfect. I'm the happiest I've ever been [smiles]

Everyone is wearing white to match the theme of the party.

You look so gorgeous in that white, skin-tight dress he can't help but ogle as you lean close to the mirror on the bathroom sink, fixing your hair with your back slightly arched.

"Fuck..." Han says with so much frustration in his voice.

You glance away from the mirror to look at him, "What?"

"Stop looking so hot!" He holds you from the back, then playfully bites at your bare shoulder.

It seems like you are already immune to this, you're not bothered to scold but continue fixing your hair and secure it with hairpins.

Han looks at your reflection in the mirror and he can't believe that you're his girlfriend, it feels like a reality check but it's as good as his imagination.

How the fuck you said yes to being his girlfriend? He doesn't know but he's happy, he's over the moon.

"Do you like it?" You ask.

He knows you're asking about either your hair or your make-up or the whole look but everything looks good on you.

"Yes," he answers, tightening his hold around you.

You rest your head against his shoulder and also look at both of your reflections in the mirror, "You look so sexy with your hair pushed back," you compliment.

He presses a kiss on your temple, "yeah?"

You slightly turn your head to look at him, "Mmh, yeah."

This proximity is dangerous and your lips are only inches away from him, they're coated with red lipstick, making them look luscious, inviting him to kiss.

"Kiss?" He asks even though he knows you wouldn't risk money on the last night in the retreat.

Yet you puckering your lips at him, teasing him and he does the same, leaning in close until you dodge away.

"It would be funny though to lose money on the last night in the retreat," he says with a playful grin.

It seems like Lana is letting everyone off for the day and not interrupting the party as usual. It's a little suspicious but Han wants to spend the rest of his time in the retreat not caring about anything but enjoying the moment.

Rio comes through to give him a pat on the back, "Heard you got a girlfriend now," he teases him.

It hasn't registered to him yet that he has a girlfriend now, he stifled a nod, "Hell yeah, I am!"

They exchange a side hug and have a toast with their drinks. Rio seems happy so he assumes the date went really well and he wonders if he took things further with Mikaela.

"I can say the same thing to you, right?" He says to him with a sly smile.

Rio licks his lips after taking a sip of his drink, "I dropped the L bomb, bro, it was nerve-wracking," he says, wiping his moist forehead.

"Wow, that's..." Han can't find a word to say to that.

"That's a big deal!" He finally continues.

"Yeah," Rio says, taking another gulp with a smile on his face.

Looking back at it, he can see that everyone is going on their own journey, something has changed about them in the best way possible.

Han can see the change in himself too.

He came as someone with a closed heart. He thought that he couldn't love again and he would rather be on his own for the rest of his life.

But now, he's ready to leave the retreat as an open person and ready to love again.

HAN: I've been bottling things up and I feel like the retreat helps me get back, it's almost like a fresh start. Also, I'm leaving with a girlfriend [smiles]

Seeing him already tucked in the bed, you can't help but jump and startle him as he lies with his eyes closed.

Han draws you closer, planting his nose in your hair then kisses the top of your head, "I'm so tired."

You hum with your head resting on his chest, "Me too."

His hand is softly rubbing your back, putting you at ease and making you feel safe in his hold. Remembering that it's going to be the last night in the retreat, you suddenly feel melancholic.

You're going to miss this, not caring about anything else but making deeper connections with each other. You lift your head and plant your chin to look at him, "This will be the last time we share a bed," you sadly tell him.

With eyes still closed, he shakes his head, "We'll still share a bed after this," he says.

Han opens his eyes just to wink at you and you chuckle at that.

"I mean, in this retreat," you correct yourself.

You slip your hand in his hair and play with it as you look at him, "Honestly, I didn’t expect this.

He rests his hand on your waist, "Expect what?"

"That we'll be together," you reply with giggles.

Now that the retreat is almost over, you can't help but recall a few moments from the time you've spent in this retreat.

"Be honest, you didn't even think you'd fall for me, did you?" You press him with a question.

Han looks too embarrassed to admit it, he laughs it off because he knows you're right

"You wouldn't fall for me either, right?" He turns the table back at you.

You lean in and kiss him on the cheek, "That's because you're so cute," you tell him with another kiss on his other cheek.

"Also, you weren't easy to win over," he adds as he gently squeezes the flesh on your waist.

You nod, admitting that you were indeed so hard to open up to him. You have to give him props for that so you give him a long kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you for being so patient with me," you sincerely thank him.

He proudly smiles and looks at you, "Kiss me then," he sweetly asks with a pout.

"You're cute," you tell him.

You lean into the side of his head to whisper, "But not that cute."

Without warning, he catches you with both arms and pulls you close, not letting you get away from him.

And you're not planning to get away from him.

YOU: When I came here, I was very closed and I didn't want to let anyone in but I feel like Han has helped me with it, I let my guard down and let him in which I'm proud I did.

Lana chimes the moment the lights are on in the morning.

It's like you're used to getting anxious at the sound of it, your body turns rigid even though you've just woken up.

"Good morning, everyone!" She greets.

You clutch the duvet close to your chest and rub the sleep off your eyes, "Morning, Lana!"

"Welcome to the last day of the retreat!"

It feels real now that Lana said it, you finally come to the last day of the retreat and it's so bittersweet, it's almost like graduation day. Well, talking about graduating from a sexless retreat, that's an achievement!

You see that everyone is feeling sentimental as well with the way some of them are replying with sad groans.

"I will be announcing who the finalists are shortly," Lana informs.

And you almost forgot about the prize money.

Well, you gained a lot of things such as emotional growth, friendship, and love, and those things can't be valued in money so in the end, everyone wins something out of this retreat.

Everyone seems to think the same way, they're mostly focused on making the last day count.

"It's the last day!" Finn emphasizes it for everyone.

"Let's make it count!" Avery says to everyone with a cheery smile.

Everyone starts their day with positive energy and soaking up everything before their time in the retreat ends. You did your daily routine of swimming at the beach and getting ready for the day with the girls in the dressing room.

Lana wants everyone to the cabana later in the afternoon and then you catch a few chats about who's going to win the money.

To be honest, you have no idea because everyone is going through their own journey so you can't really judge.

You decide to spend the remaining time in the retreat by cuddling in the hammock with Han, just enjoying a peaceful moment together in comfortable silence.

However, you can't help but ask him, "Who do you think is going to win?"

He squints from the bright sun, "It could be anyone," he answers.

"Yeah."

"I don't really care about the money," he remarks, his fingers lightly pinching at your arm.

"Yep, me too," you agree with him on this.

He turns his head to look at you, "I got the most beautiful girl in here," he says with his flirty wink of his.

"You meant to say that to Avery," you tell him with a gentle slap on his chest.

"No," he quickly denies.

He holds your face and looks into your eyes, "I win the biggest prize of all."

He pretends to groan in disgust after saying that, aware of how corny it is.

"Cringe!" You say but with a foolish smile on your face.

"I know you like it," he says, pulling your head close to his neck.

And you stay like that with him, taking in the view while in each other's embrace.

YOU: I learned a lot in this retreat so I wouldn't feel sad leaving without the money [smiles]

It's finally time.

Everyone's curiosity is about to be answered soon because Lana is going to announce the finalists soon. Han tries not to think about the money and indeed, the possibility that he can win it is slim but hey, he wouldn't say no to receive that much money.

The melodic chime finally comes and he can feel his tummy churning in anxiety.

"Definitely not going to miss hearing that," Fabian says with a repulsed expression.

"Hello, everyone," Lana begins.

"Hi, Lana!" You reply as you sit up straight next to him.

"I've been collecting data since you arrived and have now conducted my final analysis."

He tries not to be so nervous but it feels as if he's not in control of his body anymore, he's unknowingly balling his hands into fists on his lap.

"As you are aware, there was a prize fund of $200,000 allocated to aid your development. The prize fund now stands at $100,000."

"That's a lot of money, isn't it?" Asher says, looking at the brighter side of things even though everyone has lost half of the initial prize money.

Han doesn't want to entertain the idea of winning the money but also, but the possibility is there, it's wide open. Not trying to lie but that much money is life-changing.

"There are three places in the final," Lana informs.

Everyone coos in wonder, heads are turning to silently guess who would make the list.

"Following my rules alone isn't enough to win. The finalists are those who have shown the most personal growth during their time at the retreat."

That only confirms his assumption that it's not only about couple growth, therefore, his chance to win is bigger.

"The first finalist is... Rio."

Rio gets up from the sofa as everyone claps in joy for him.

Han couldn't be happier to hear that his close friend is one of the finalists and that means he has changed into a better version of himself.

It's getting tense once again as Lana is about to announce the next finalist.

"The second finalist is... Asher."

This one is kind of unexpected and he doesn't mean it in a bad way. Asher has grown so much personally but he's mostly proud because Lana acknowledged the changes in him.

"The third and final finalist is... "

Han is losing hope but that doesn't mean he's not happy about it. He's happy whether he wins or not, he reminds himself of that by looking at you softly smiling at him.

Then, Lana calls both of your names.

He shoots up from his seat, "What?"

"You guys deserve it!" Portia says as she hugs you.

And Han is getting a hug from Fabian, confirming that Lana did call his name and yours.

HAN: I did not see this coming [lightly shakes head]

"Please stand!" Lana orders.

Han helps you get up from the sofa and holds you close by his side. You're wiping the corner of your eyes when he looks at you.

"I'm emotional already," you say with a quivering voice.

You look the most beautiful when you're vulnerable like this so he hugs you with both of his arms around you.

"Your relationship has helped you both grow equally as individuals," Lana says.

You both are listening to Lana listing the reasons why you got chosen to be one of the finalists as a couple.

"You both came in as horny singles and began your journey as friends. Despite having commitment issues, you slowly built a connection and have learned to commit and formed a loving relationship."

He looks at you and can see the journey you both went through to get to this point, he couldn't be proud that he has made all of these decisions that led him to this, to you.

"And that is why I have chosen you to be in the final as a couple," Lana concludes.

Everyone is cheering and clapping for all the finalists.

"One of the three finalists will walk away with $100,000 and the decision will be made by the remaining guests."

At the end of the day, it's up to the group to choose who wins the prize money. Of course, Lana is the one with power but everyone knows each other personally and therefore, they know which one has made the biggest improvements.

"Will the shortlisted guests please the cabana whilst the voting takes place," Lana instructed.

HAN: We never thought we'd get this far, did we?

YOU: Not at all.

The finalists are being gathered in the front yard.

Rio and Asher are taking seats on the bean bags so the two of you can take the small sofa to sit together.

"I can't believe we're here," Rio says, still in disbelief.

Asher brushes his long hair to the back, "I'm happy to just be here with you guys," he says with a gruff voice.

Han looks speechless as well, he hasn't said anything since Lana announced both of your names as the last finalist.

"It's... mad!" He finally says something, rather sounds still in disbelief as well.

You look at them and feel grateful already that you're surrounded by nice people.

"How do you feel?" Asher asks, curious as to why you stay quiet.

"I feel like a winner already to be honest," you reply.

After almost half an hour of waiting under the sun that is slowly sinking into the horizon, the cone lights up and chimes.

You get used to getting nervous whenever you hear it but this time, you unconsciously grip at Han's forearm.

"Hello, finalists," Lana greets.

"Yes, darling?" Rio answers her.

"Your fellow guests have voted and a winner has been decided," Lana informs.

The tension is rising once again and Han turns to be the nervous one, grabbing your hand and squeezing at it.

"Please join everyone on the beach where I will announce who has won the $100,000."

Asher is the first one to get up from his seat, flipping his hair to the side as he says, "Okay guys, let's go!"

As you both make your way to the beach, Han leans into your ear and whispers, "My palms are sweaty. I'm shaking," his voice is tinted with anxiety.

You smile at him and say, "I know."

HAN: I'm grateful for how this retreat has changed me and our relationship.

YOU: [Nods] Fingers crossed!

HAN: [Crosses fingers]

Everyone else is already waiting by the beach for the last hurrah with the sun setting behind them, casting a warm glow on their faces.

Han knows he shouldn't be stressing much about this. Winning the money isn't that important, it's what he takes from this retreat that is the most important.

He takes a seat on the long wooden bench with you and waits for Lana to come online.

After a while, that anxiety-inducing chime comes and the cone starts talking.

"During your time at the retreat, I have observed you all commit to the process and show significant changes."

Everyone nods in agreement and cheers to that with a proud face.

"The time has now come to announce the winner of the $100,000 prize money," Lana says.

She then calls all the names of the finalists, including him and yours.

"Finalists, please stand!" Lana instructs.

Rio and Asher are standing up while Han keeps on pulling you close to his side even though there's no space left between your bodies.

"Your fellow guests have voted and the person in third place is..."

It's getting to him now that you and him potentially going to win that money and it's a lot of money. He gets overwhelmed thinking of it.

"Asher."

His head turns to the left where Asher stands, applauding himself for what he has achieved in here and you both doing the same for him, congratulating him for it.

"I love you guys," Asher says in the most nonchalant yet cool way.

The tension returns as Lana continues with the announcement, calling the names of the finalists again and making him feel faint.

"One of you has been chosen to walk out of the retreat with the prize fund..." Lana reminds.

The money, well, the money, obviously would help with this new relationship. Then again, it's not about the money.

HAN: No matter what happens, I feel like I'm a better person after meeting her and yeah, I'm actually proud of myself and I don't often say that about myself.

YOU: [Looks at Han] I'm proud of you.

HAN: [Smiles] I'm proud of you.

"The winner who will be leaving with $100,000 is..."

His heart feels like it's about to explode, he can't contain this much anxiety and excitement and love and fondness, everything is mixed inside his chest.

And it explodes as Lana announces him and you as the winner.

"Oh, my god!" You shriek, covering your gaping mouth with your hands.

Everyone is running at him, throwing themselves at him while the girls are coming at you to give you a hug.

"I wanted it to be you guys so congrats!" Avery says as she hugs him.

But seeing you keep wiping your eyes as they're glassy with tears, Han feels the urge to comfort you. He comes to you, holding you tight because this moment belongs to you and him, the two of you did this.

HAN: Can you believe it?

YOU: Honestly, no.

HAN: We went from nothing to friends and now... [Looks at you]

YOU: [Giggles] Now... what?

HAN: ... [Shyly laughs] [Hugs you]

"Your time at the retreat is over and therefore the rules no longer apply," Lana announces for the last time.

Everyone is cheering in triumph but he feels good knowing that he can touch you, kiss you, and do anything he pleases to you now.

But for now, he can settle with a long, lingering kiss that quench his thirst.

"I'm not wearing underwear," you playfully tell him.

His hand goes down your rear and feels you through the dress you're wearing, his eyes widen even though he finds out that you're lying

"We can definitely have a quickie if you want," you jokingly say.

Feeling tricked, he aggressively kisses you as a way to get back at you and lifts you before spinning you around as his body is filled with euphoria.

The celebration continues with more congratulations passed around at each other and the champagne bottle is popped open.

Asher comes to you and sincerely congratulates you with a warm hug, "I'm happy for both of you," he says.

He then looks at Han and says, "Han, I'm going to steal your girlfriend!"

Before Han can say anything, Asher hoists you onto his shoulder and takes you running with him to the beach, then he puts you down in the water.

Soon everyone joins in with you, continuing the party soaked in salt water. You eventually find Han and immediately locked in a loving kiss.

You both face the sunset, looking at it and feeling so hopeful for what the future holds for both of you.

HAN: No more rules!

YOU: [Whispers to Han] How about we continue that night?

HAN: Ah... [Smirks]

YOU: [Giggles]

HAN: [Looks at the camera] Now will you excuse us because we have business to finish!

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"ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡꜱ" || ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ & ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ

✧ a/n: can't believe my first piece of 2024 is a part 2 to this booby fic... but goddamn i need my head in kenshis boobies rn. it'd make everything better...

🗒 cw: gn reader cause everyone can have boobs, bonus points!, not proofread

✎ wc: 750

⎯ Johnny Cage

Good GOD does Johnny love burying his face in your chest any time he can. He mainly does it when he's had a bad day. It's a great way to destress, he says. He promises there's nothing more to it. And he's right.

Sure, Johnny can be provocative and that charm doesn't exactly disappear. But seriously, this is like way too comforting for him. The stress of directing, making something worth it, it all dissolves when he's face first in your chest.

And he talks. He talks and talks. Will not stop yapping. His entire day, whatever he's done, something about movies. Every word muffled because he refuses to leave, or even lift his head off your chest.

So, when you return home after a particularly bad day, you decided to try Johnny's method of destressing. Johnny's on the couch, watching The Princess Bride for like the 27th time. It's the perfect time to strike. And strike you do.

Before he can properly welcome you home, your face is pressed between his tits within seconds. Sweet, sweet heaven. You understand now. You understand everything. Your stress dissipates, tensions of the day gone, immediately.

You can barley hear Johnny giggling and joking, you're too caught up in a euphoric daze. You only lift your head when it feels like you can't breathe. Johnny stares down at you with the biggest knowing grin ever. He's not gonna make fun of you, even with that hint of mischief in his eyes.

⎯ Kenshi Takahashi

Kenshi is disciplined, he likes to think. So he doesn't he really even think about burying his face in your chest. On top of that, he's pretty busy. The OIA, the Taira, the Yakuza... it's a lot. You don't seem him at home much.

However, in those rare moments he gets with you, some time's he'll lay his head on your stomach or your thighs. He enjoys the kind of connection, some sort of contact after a hard day of work. It grounds him.

But oh, come on. We've seen how big this guy is. Massive tits. C'mon. It takes you a while to build up the courage to go for it. But when he's wearing tank tops, compression shirts, etc... it's so hard to restrain yourself.

Kenshi KNOWS. Sometimes he does it on purpose. But when you start stalking him, keeping your distance, plotting... he wonders what's gotten into you. He makes it a game, kind of. But you're winning. As hard as he's trying to keep up with you.

You find the perfect time to execute your plan. You two are cuddled up late into the night, savoring the rare moment of touch. Without warning, you seize your chance. You roll over onto his chest, head first into those big naturals. Silence cascades over the both of you. Oh, it's even better than you imagined it. Soft... warm... inviting... it's a shame he keeps them hidden. Kenshi doesn't know how to react. Eventually, after several minutes of agonizing silence (and pure bliss between this guys pillows), he finally wraps his arms around you and even pulls you a bit closer.

⎯ Hanzo Hasashi

Hanzo also considers himself controlled. He's above acts like that. Or so he thinks. He won't outright plank into your chest, but when there's downtime, he quite enjoys laying on your chest, with your arms around him. Reading a book or something. That's just the way he likes to wind down.

We've all seen the side-boobage on this man though. Untapped market right there. It'd be a shame NOT to put your head between those pecs. Like, it'd be a sin not to.

One night, during some much needed time alone, you find yourself wrapped up in Hanzo's arms. It's a quiet night, he's finding it hard to fight off sleep. He's been busy, and it's been a hell of a week for him.

His defenses are down, so you take up the opportunity. Awkwardly, you wiggle in his arms, flipping from your back to your face. What awaits you is reminiscent of the gates of heaven. God, you could live like this.

Hanzo's mind is fried, so he doesn't quite understand. To him, you feel more like a weighted blanket. Which ends up making it even harder to stay awake. He's trying to savor every moment with you, but sleep is quickly catching up with him. Waking up to you still resting your head on his pecs however... part of him is glad he was too tired to understand.

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anexperimentallife · 3 months

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The US far right has been working on their plan since AT LEAST the 1960s, when I was a kid listening to evangelicals talking about their plan to take over the US, and eventually the world. It's called "Christian Dominionism," and it's a fascist ideology which goes hand in glove with the GOP's plans.

Although it was not expressed so much to the world at large, this plan was OPENLY and FREQUENTLY discussed in far right circles. We kids, if we asked about it, were told that it was "God's Will." Ask any exvangelical about it, and they'll confirm. (Part of why I know so much about these dangerous and deluded folks is I WAS ONE OF THEM in my youth.)

And where has that plan gotten them? Well, the GOP recently released a hundreds of pages long document filled with their intentions if they win--including a nationwide abortion ban and a repeal of anti-discrimination laws, among other things.

Trump has already signaled his intent to create a military dictatorship if elected, by repealing laws against using the military against US citizens on US soil sp he can deploy them against dissenters, etc., and if the GOP pick up a few more congressional seats, he can do it. The GOP has already pushed to repeal presidential term limits, and Trump has indicated he'd like to be president for life.

So I'm amazed at all the people who think withholding their vote and letting the GOP win is going to somehow fix things and "push the Dems left."

You wanna know how to push US politics leftward? You're not gonna like it, because it takes actual work beyond stomping your foot and pouting and performatively showing everyone how "pure" you are by refusing to vote.

You have to start the same way the far right did (and again, they've been OPENLY talking about and pursuing this plan since I was a kid in the 1960s, AT LEAST)--they started by getting the most extreme right wingers they possibly could into any position they could. Positions like school board member, police chief, sherrif, city prosecuter, city council member, municipal judge, mayor, governor, hell, fucking dog catcher.

They encouraged far right extremists to become police officers and military personnel and work their way up the ranks to the point at which even the famously-racist FBI reported that major city police departments across the nation were pretty much taken over by members of white supremacist organizations.

In formerly reasonable churches, right wingers pushed for the hiring and training of more and more right wing pastors and mire right-wing theology.

More affluent right-wingers bought local papers and broadcasters, and as their political power grew, they changed laws to make it easier for a single entity to control the news--until now a mere handful of entities own nearly every major media outlet in the US.

And then they used every victory as leverage for the next one, and worked their way up. I mean, there's more, like the capitalization on economic and social anxiety and their inentional exacerbation of same so they could take advantage of it, but that's intertwined with the rest.

Essentially, they got this far because they put the work in.

If the US left is going to turn things around (and if it's not already too late), we've got to do the same, but it takes RESEARCHING and PROMOTING your local and state candidates, attending city council and school board meetings, and shit like that. It's actual fucking work to fix a country.

And then, after you've done all that--and after you've shown up to primaries to try to get any non-authoritarian leftist candidate you can nominated--then you vote for the leftest folks you're able to in the general. If there are no remotely leftist candidates, you vote for the centrist or right winger who will do the least damage.

Again, that's what the US far right has been doing for decades. Taking action. Wherever possible, taking new ground, but when they couldn't do that, ceding as little ground as possible. If they couldn't win, they made damn sure to do everything in their power to try to keep actual decent human beings from winning.

Actually doing the work doesn't have the emotional satisfaction of a grand gesture, but it definitely shows who is serious about making a difference and who would rather let everything burn than sully their imagined purity by voting for anything less than perfection.

Listen, Trump is not going to end the genocide in Gaza--in fact he increased tensions between the Israeli occupation and Palestine. And the GOP will never be persuaded. Hell, they want to let Russia take Ukraine and declare open season on asylum seekers.

The Dems suck. But the GOP is far, far worse, and will do MORE damage, and kill FAR MORE innocents. And if allowed to do so, will make it even harder to change the system than it is now. They've already PUBLICLY ADMITTED that their only chance of victory is keeping people from voting. Don't play into their hands.

Under current circumstances, you know what the Dems are going to do if Biden and a bunch of other Dems lose for not being pure enough? You think they'll be all like, "Oh, no! The left sure taught us a lesson by handing the country to the GOP! We'd better shift to the left!"

No. They're going to sip champagne in their multi-million dollar mansions and have meetings about how they need to move FURTHER RIGHT to win elections, because the left doesn't vote.

And if the US becomes a military dictatorship, most of the high ranking ones will simply take their fortunes and leave.

Yup, it'd sure teach ol' Joe a lesson to force him to spend the rest of his days sipping cocktails on the Riviera.

Look beyond the single battle and think strategically. That's how the GOP keeps gaining power. And refusing to act strategically is why the left is losing. We cannot take the hill we want right now. But if we lose the hills we've already taken, we risk losing the entire goddamn war.

So fucking vote. Work to get every leftist you can in any office you can. And if you can't do that, support the one who will do the least harm.

And if it takes voting for that shitbag Biden to keep Trump and the GOP out, hold your fucking nose and pull the goddamn lever.

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「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」

part vi

✧.* it seems you slowly but finally get your old self back, making lando insecure as your new found confidence catches the eyes of more than one driver.

✧.* boosting girlies confidence before we ruin it again, just a little filler. this is just a feel good part for girlie and some struggling for lando. This is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list feel free to ask me again so I can take a look at it. Taglist is open Love ya ❤️

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mclarennorris oh we're so back!

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"We've Seen The Devil—He Was Hiding In The Mirror."

Part I Part II Part III

Featuring: Gender-Neutral Reader, Twisted Wonderland Various x Reader, Self Aware AU, Yandere TWST

Synopsis: The second oath revealed, a new character appeared.

Word count: 3k.

Includes: Obsessive and possessive behavior, PTSD, nightmares

"You are no savior—nor purpose nor God. You are damnation—a phony and fraud."

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You flip to the first page and begin reading.

Entry 001: Names.

The Ramshackle Ghosts have informed me that they do not have names. Or, more accurately, that they have long since forgotten them. Grim says it is peculiar for someone to not have a name. I will have to trust his judgment on this.

Entry 003: You.

Grim asked about you today. I, quite unfortunately, did not have much to tell him. Or rather, there was not much I was allowed to tell him. Whenever I try to speak your name out loud, my lips firmly close, like a flower blossom at night.

When we are alone, you are all that he asks about. Not that I blame him for it, of course; I am just as curious as he. The ghosts are strange, though: they have never once asked about you. Perhaps they simply do not understand.

Entry 005:

Grim has revealed the truth of your existence to Heartslyabull. It was an accident, of course, but even so, I gave him a rather stern talking-to. They have directed all of their attention onto you. It’s true that I did not exactly like being on the receiving end of their “affections”, but at the very least I did not have to share you with anyone.

Entry 015: Fate.

I've been thinking more about names lately. Everyone seems to have one. I am no different. My name, Yuu, indicates that I am a stand-in for someone else. A blank slate for you to imprint upon. The others have similar names. Each one is an indication of our role. With just the names, you can figure us out. Are all names like this? Is each person's fate dictated by their name?

What about yours? Your name is different. Your name is not a play on words, nor a foreshadowing of things yet to come. Your name says nothing. You are simply yourself.

You are the only thing real in this world. You are the only thing who is not bound by the threads of fate.

Entry 017: Love.

I had a very interesting conversation with the Heartslyabul students today. It was about you, obviously—for, what topic besides you could ever possibly be interesting? I had asked them about what they felt for you (rather accusatively, if we are being honest here. After all, how could they possibly feel anything, when they are nothing but code?) They responded that they felt love. Naturally, I had been expecting this answer, however, something about the way they said it made me pause. Perhaps it was the matter-of-factness of it all that caught me by surprise. They answered my query in the same tone of voice one would use to say that the sun will rise in the East and set in the West, or that the sky is always blue except for evenings and mornings.

They said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. They said it as if they believed no other answer could possibly exist. I do not believe them to be worthy of your gaze, but even so, they have earned my respect.

Entry 020: Real.

Some of those worthless NPCs doubt your existence. It is of little consequence, however, for your influence is all too real. Even those maggots cannot deny that much. You have changed this world without ever once stepping foot in it.

Entry 027: Devil.

The characters you love are a complete mess because of you. They stretch themselves thin trying to win your affection. They pull all-nighters, throwing themselves into researching to bring you over to them. They destroy themselves when you’re away, and they ruin each other when you are here.

They claim you are their savior—their purpose. Because of that, they put you on a pedestal. They worship you as if you are some god. But you are no god. You are its reverse.

You are a devil.

But don’t fret, my dear [Name], for I still love you all the same. When the others learn of your true nature they may abandon you, but I will always be there.

You slam the book shut.

“Hasn’t anyone told you that it’s rude to go through another person’s things?” Your surprise registers in your mind, but your body does not react. You do not flinch, though all of your senses are screaming at you to move. You recognize this person immediately, their silhouette is illuminated by the moon’s glow behind them. You had seen them before, but this is different. You are not just seeing the body, colorless and without soul—you are seeing the person. Now, you had seen their thoughts, their hopes, you had heard their voice.

“Yuu…” Your voice trails off. You have nothing to say. What could you say?

“[Name]...” They echo, voice eerily similar to yours. They smile at you—and what a smile it is! It is the kind of smile you only see in portraits. It is cheerful yet mysterious. Cunning yet serene. It is the kind of smile that betrays nothing of the smiler’s intentions. Pretty does not even begin to describe it. They are not just beautiful—they are beauty itself.

Instinctively, you step back, unaccustomed to being on the receiving end of such an intense gaze. They close the distance easily. Before you can even blink, their nose is almost touching yours. You can feel their heartbeat on your chest as they reach behind you, hand slithering across your arm. Goosebumps rise on the skin where they touched you and linger even after they take the journal and step back. You think, for a second, that your response is out of attraction, only to realize faintly that you are afraid. It is the way they look at you, you think. Their gaze could be compared to that of a predator stalking its pray.

The only difference being that no predator would dare make its intentions quite so clear.

They are still donning that smile of theirs. Only now it is wider, crueler. It vanishes as soon as it appears, leaving you to wonder if perhaps it was nothing more than your imagination all along. “Goodnight [Name],” they say, although it is far too late to properly be considered night, you suppose the distinction is not very important.

After all, they have already left.

———

Grim is standing over you. It is morning, you realize. The rendezvous from last night sits in the forefront of your head as Grim goes on about something or another. You are only able to catch the last part of what he is saying. ”Ya' got some wellness packages from the students—and letters. A lot of letters."

Great.

You step into your house slippers (when did you get those?) and head downstairs. Honestly, you were not expecting much. A few baskets with candy and first aid, get-well-soon cards and maybe, maybe a teddy bear—if they were really splurging.

It’s like you were born yesterday. Of course it would turn out like this. Didn’t you see the offering room? And that was before they even had a reason to send you gifts.

A mountain of gifts looms over you, casting a large and foreboding shadow across the dorm. Just looking at the giant amalgamation of well-wishes and apologies has you feeling overwhelmed. It takes you a few long seconds to gather the courage and determination needed to move it all indoors, luckily, you have Grim to help you with that (although, inexplicably, some of them had already made it inside even without the two of you). It is around the time you are dragging the fourth package indoors that you wish you had more people to help.

Actually…

“Hey, Grim?”

“Yeah?”

“Where are the ghosts?” Grim pauses. Then, with a nonchalance completely unbefitting of the situation at hand, he replies:

“Dunno. They’ve been missing ever since Yuu shut down.”

“Excuse me?” Grim shrugs. “Three people go missing, right as a fourth turns black and white, and your response is to just…shrug it off?” Grim, at the very least, has the decency to look a little embarrassed at this. He tucks his ears flat against his head. Avoiding eye contact, his eyes dart around the room, likely looking for an excuse to change the subject.

Grim picks up a letter from a pile. “Here! Why don’tcha read this one?” You take the letter from his hand, rather unimpressed with his attempt to fool you, but willing to look the other way for now. After all, suspicious as it is, the ghosts’ disappearance really has nothing to do with you.

“This one’s from Riddle,” you say, turning the envelope around in your hands. It’s white with a red rose seal. The address has been penned impeccably in red ink. The others in the pile are not nearly as fancy as this one, but they each follow the same formula. You suppose there must be a rule about letter-sending.

You glance over at the other piles. Each has their own quirks that distinguish them from the rest.

Pristine white envelopes with red seals and red ink, courtesy of Heartslyabul.

Kraft paper envelopes tied together with string, “from Savanaclaw” penned plainly in black ink.

Grayish blue wrapped gifts with letters laid neatly on top, no doubt from Octavinelle.

Scarlet envelopes with what you suspect to be actual golden seals—an elephant and a scarab, surely from Scarabia.

Royal purple with silver encasings, long elegant calligraphy giving away its Pomefiore origins (although, one letter is drawn more sloppily than the others, you notice).

Most uniquely of all, a tablet that appears to function solely as a voice recorder, ready to be played at any moment, surely something one can only find in Ignihyde.

Gothic-style calligraphy and black envelopes with green seals, unquestioningly from Diasomnia.

You stare at the baskets of letters for a while, debating yourself on whether the energy of opening and reading each letter would be worth the effort. You decide that no, you’d rather not go through the ordeal, and instead, opt to stand up and stretch your legs, only to end up right back on the floor, reading through the letters you had just sworn to avoid.

You really are hopeless, huh?

———

“That’s the last one,” you say, tossing the letter aside and flopping down to lay flat on the floor. Getting through all of them had taken you hours, despite only having skimmed them.

“Jeez, they’re really persistent.” You nod, or you try to. It's actually rather difficult to make the nodding motion while lying down, but Grim seems to understand your sentiment, regardless. Your mind feels hazy; your vision is starting to blur. Perhaps you ended up straining yourself. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to rest your eyes, just for a moment.

You must have drifted off, because when you came to, you were on a couch, and not the floor. Just as well, you suppose, lying on hardwood for too long would hardly be comfortable.

"Morning!" You feel a weight on your chest as your eyes shoot open. Yuu is laying on top of you, head resting on their hands and elbows digging into your ribs. Their face is entirely too close. You open your mouth to speak, but the words never leave your body.

"Aw, I know you've got a lot to say to me, but it looks like we'll have to cut this conversation short. You seem to be waking up," they say, gracefully getting up and walking out of sight.

"Wait hold on—!"

———

"—Wait, Yuu!" Your eyes shoot open as a feeling of Dejá Vu washes over your body.

"Hey, hey! Myah! Calm down!" A familiar weight settles on your chest as Grim stands over you, watching your expression worriedly.

"I guess I must have dozed off. Sorry, Grim."

"You okay? You were screamin' bloody murder."

"Just a bad dream. I'm fine." Grim doesn't look entirely convinced, but doesn't seem interested in pressing the issue.

"You were screamin' about Yuu. Speaking of…where are they, anyways?"

“What do you mean?” You ask, a feeling of unease creeping its way into your stomach.

“They’re not in the bedroom anymore. So, where’dja put ‘em?”

“I…thought you moved them?” You bolt up the second that Grim shakes his head, frantically running around in search of something you know does not exist.

You are searching for the library.

It is then, as you are running, that something peculiar catches your attention.

It is a door. Now, that on its own is not at all a concern. There are doors everywhere, but this door…this door is different. This door is not supposed to be there. This is a door you have opened before. It is distinct from all the others—this door leads to the library. It was exactly the thing you had been searching for, and yet, now, standing in front of it, you hesitate.

Your shoulders tense as you stare at the door. You look at it as if you are waiting for it to jump out and frighten you. But it does no such thing. It is, after all, nothing more than a simple door. This knowledge does nothing to lay your anxiety to rest. If anything, it only amplifies the growing pit in your stomach.

You gather up as much courage as you can muster and twist the doorknob, even if only to lay your unease to rest. It is unfortunate, then, that your unease only grew upon entering. The door disappears behind you, and a feeling of dread crawls from you, emanating out in waves.

This room isn’t supposed to exist—but you are very much here.

“Come to read?” Yuu’s disembodied voice calls out to you. You silently scan the library for any signs of life. You find nothing. Perhaps there is nothing to find. “Looking for something?” You whip around, Yuu now standing behind you. They are smiling. It is that same cruel, bewitching smile from last night. Your throat feels dry. You are shaking.

“You must have really missed me. We were only apart for a few minutes, you know?”

“What is this place?”

“I call it the Wraith. I don’t know exactly how it works, only that it has something to do with the subconscious. I came here when I shut down, and you come here whenever you lose touch with reality. It’s really fascinating stuff.”

Lose touch with reality? As you ponder over Yuu’s words, images of your previous visits float through your mind.

And just like that, you are alone. It takes a moment for the realization to sink in on you: you are alone. And it is by your own doing, no less. What a terrifying lapse in judgment! What an egregious oversight!

Grim is standing over you. It is morning, you realize.

Your mind feels hazy; your vision is starting to blur. Perhaps you ended up straining yourself. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to rest your eyes, just for a moment.

You are searching for the library.

“But you know,” Yuu’s voice pulls you away from your thoughts. “a room like this doesn't just pop into existence. Someone has to make it.”

“And in order to make it, something has to be sacrificed.” They take two steps closer, and you take four steps back. It isn’t long before you are running out of space to hide. It isn’t long before your back is pressed to the wall, with their hands to either side of your head.

“Want to know something funny?” They cock their head to the side as you stare at them, their grin only widening when you remain silent. “When I first shut down, everyone thought that something was wrong with me. But, really? I felt better than ever. It was like I was awake for the first time in my life. I was aware the whole time, I could hear everything. I saw the whole hunt, you know?” You are so still that you are not even breathing. When Yuu steps back, you suck in a breath and sink to the floor. They pay it little mind and continue on with their story.

“Of course, I hated to see you so mistreated—but even so, I was a little glad. You finally saw them for who they really were, and I finally got to see you for who you really were. It was beyond frustrating, you know? Watching you get kicked around by filthy, vile creatures that could never be deserving of you.”

“Although, I suppose it was you who made them that way, wasn’t it? You’ve ruined them, you know?” The aura they’re emitting is nigh unbearable. Your body is screaming at you to run, but the fear has rendered you deaf. They smile. That same damned smile. Your breath hitches. Images replay in your mind as your head swirls

The mouth widens as storm clouds gather and swirl around you. Dancing around in a cruel ballet. Thunder cracks in the distance as acidic rain hits and sears through your skin. The flowers turn to gravestones, and the songbirds begin to scream in human voices. Thorny vines reach up and take hold of your limbs, cutting through your flesh and bones as if they were made of nothing more than paper.

You are already halfway to being buried alive when you realize you’re being pulled in. Desperately, you try to claw your way out of the soil that threatens to swallow you into its suffocating embrace, but it's of no use. It isn’t long before you can no longer fight back. It isn’t long before you—

“You…what are you? You’re not…human.”

“Does it matter what I am?”

“It does.”

“Then just call me yours.” They hold out a hand to you, urging you to take it. “I know that your presence ruins people, but I don’t mind.”

“Because I love you.”

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shinestarhwaa · 3 days

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IT's You || JUNG WOOYOUNG

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Wooyoung X Fem Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Tags/Warnings: College AU, Debate team AU, Enemies to lovers, (sexual) tension, confusion, Dirty language, Namecalling, Unprotected sex, Doggy style, Blowjob, Fingering, Semi-public sex

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630 @stardragongalaxy @bro-atz @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisg00dgirl @vesvosmozhno

ENJOY!

You could not stand his smug face, knowing he completely drove you into a corner and there was no way out for you. "Fuck," you cursed underneath your breath. The timer beeped and his team cheered, knowing they have won. You stammered and tried to say something, anything, but his points were stronger and you agreed with him. It was too hard to come up with another argument. It was too late. "The winner is team TREASURE!"

He looked annoyingly happy while he cheered and jumped up and down with his team. Ugh. You stepped away from the stage and went back to your teammates who tried to comfort you, but you waved them off and sat down next to the table with sweet foods and sulked instead, looking at the winner with a pout.

You stuffed your face full with the chocolate muffins and red velvet macarons until he suddenly stood in front of you, his smug smile still irritating the shit out of you. "Hey, loser," he grinned sheepishly, "I'm just kidding. Good stuff out there, your points and remarks were quite good. Until I completely had you stuck." His laugh sounded like a fucking witch's, how annoying.

"Wooyoung," you sighed, "go back to your teammate's or something and celebrate your victory." "Oh come on Y/N, cheer up, there's more to come, isn't there? Tomorrow night we've got a big one coming again and maybe you'll kick my ass then. Unless you wanna tap it right now," he laughed, sticking out his ass. You rolled your eyes, grabbed the last chocolate muffin and walked off. What a jerk.

It wasn't a secret that you could not get along with Wooyoung, everyone knew it. He annoyed you everytime you were in the same room as him, it's in his nature. When you and him were up against each other everyone came to watch and to place bets on who would win.

Wooyoung was an interesting guy, to say the least. He wasn't too bad looking with his raven black hair, full lips and twinkling eyes. Only if he didn't have this astonishingly annoying personality. He was a know-it-all and he teased you for fun, because he knows just how to trigger you. The little fucker.

Literally little fucker, because the guy wasn't tall at all. He wasn't even that much taller than you and whenever he teased you, you just get him back with his height. But he never let it get him down because he knows he's good and he can wind anyone he wants around his finger. He knows he's wanted by a lot of people so he could not care less, and it kinda made him attractive. What an ass.

You were so glad he's not from your college because you couldn't imagine sitting with him every week, let alone practice with him for the debates. He's a big distraction and he always has been. You hate working with him.

But when you laid in bed that night you weren't just thinking about how to get back at Wooyoung, you also caught yourself thinking about what it would be like if you could corner him in a dark room and make out with him messily.

You looked around your room and bit your lip, anxious as if anyone could have heard your thoughts. God, that was wrong, wasn't it? You should not think of Wooyoung like that. He was the devil, to you. The enemy.

The next day you got up extra early to practice with your team and they were so uplifting. You were very happy with the people in your team because everyone had different aspects they excelled in. Your best friend of nearly 15 years - Seonghwa - was great when it came to empathy, feelings and humanity. Hongjoong could be very direct and Yunho knows a lot of stuff about all kinds of topics.

You put on your best shoes that day for the evening debate, and even dolled yourself up a little. "Flaunt it if you got it," Hongjoong had said with a shrug when he saw you unbutton an extra button of your white shirt. You laughed and rolled your eyes. But he was right, you were going to flaunt it.

Some people would say it's cheating to dress up a little more sexily, but you didn't care. You were subtle about it. You knew just how to define your features and you hoped it might just distract Wooyoung enough for him to fail his debate.

♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡

"And the winner is... TEAM AURORA!" The judge cheered loudly, and you squeeled out of excitement, jumping into the arms of your teammates. This time Wooyoung was left stammering, defeated. He stared at you but it wasn't with disgust in his eyes, but as if he was gonna hunt you down. And eat you up.

"You did so well," Yunho said with a huge smile, "I'm so proud of you Y/N! You totally killed him!"

You laughed and buttoned your shirt up a little more again. "It worked, didn't it?" "It did, I think, but I'm sure you didn't need it, you were so strong up there! You're amazing even if you don't show off, Y/N," Seonghwa commented, placing a gentle kiss on your head.

Feeling overwhelmed you decided to walk into the library with the glass of alcohol free champagne to cool down. You sat on the large table in the middle of the room and closed your eyes for a second, only to open them again because the door opened loudly. Wooyoung.

"What do you want?" You sighed. "You think I didn't realize what you were doing up there?" He grunted as he came closer. "What? Winning? Being smarter than you? Don't we all know that, Jung?"

"You shut your mouth, Y/L/N. You only won the contest of who's the greatest whore." You gasped, wide eyed. "Excuse me?" "You heard me," he smirked. "The only whore here is you, Jung. I don't sleep around with everyone on my campus."

"But you're willing to use your body to win a contest, aren't you?" Your blood was boiling now. How dare he just say these things about you? "It's a little sad, Y/N, that you need to use your body in order to be good enough for this contest." Now you've had it.

You jumped off the table and pushed Wooyoung against the wall, hands pressed on his toned chest. "You keep my name out of your damn filthy mouth," you huffed before kissing him hard on the lips. You had no idea what you were doing, why you were doing this. Why were you doing this?

To your surprise he kissed you back, hands roaming over your back and then over your ass, sliding under your skirt a little and feeling the bare skin of your butt. The kiss was rough and messy, sloppy when his tongue entered your mouth.

Your skirt slid up the more you moved around and soon enough your whole ass was out. Wooyoung turned the two of you around, now pining you against the wall. He slid down the tiny thong you were wearing under your plaid skirt and he slid his hand between your thighs.

"You're so wet baby, you really are a whore, aren't you?" You gasped when his fingers touched your clit. "The fuck I'm not," you cursed, ripping his shirt off and undoing his tie. Wooyoung slid 2 fingers inside your cunt and pushed them in deep, making you moan out.

"Well you're taking my fingers like a whore," he commented before attacking your neck with little bites and messy, wet kisses. "You're a fucking dick, Wooyoung," you moaned. "Hm, you wish for my dick inside you, sweetpea."

His skillful fingers moved quickly and curled just right to hit the right spots inside of you. He covered your mouth to muffle your moans and your hands clawed at his back and his chest, digging your nails into the soft honey skin.

"That's it baby, I can feel you clenching, you must be close already hm? Are you so pent up? Pent up with all that stress? Is that why you act like such a bitch the whole time? Because no one's fucking you right? Is that why you're dressed like a whore, huh?"

Two of his fingers entered your mouth and you whined around them, slightly biting down on them to stop yourself from screaming as you came hard. Wooyoung removed his hand from your cunt and licked the cum off his fingers with a big smirk.

"Fuck," you breathed out as he unbuttoned your shirt, revealing the tiny bra you were wearing. "You're such a little slut, Y/N, look at yourself," he cursed before diving his face into your chest, licking a stripe up from the valley between your breasts to your neck and jawline.

"Fuck off, Jung, look at how hard you are for me. You keep shaming me for looking like this but you fucking love it don't you? Aren't you embarrassed you've gotten so hard for a little slut like me?"

You pushed him back onto the wall and you dropped to your knees. The cold tiles of the floor would definitely leave marks later but you didn't care. You unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He wasn't wearing any underwear, which resulted in his cock immediately springing free against your face.

Wooyoung's cock was bigger than you expected and fuck, was it sexy. It was so thick and the head was so pretty and pink like his lips. Thick veins ran up the shaft like on his arms and his balls were big and heavy, waiting to release.

You took the tip of his cock in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it. Wooyoung threw his head back and moaned, eyes rolling back into his head when he felt you take more and more into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down his shaft, saliva leaking out of your mouth and dripping down to his balls.

"Fuck, such a messy little whore, sloppy little slut. Bet your cunt will be so sloppy and slutty too when I fuck it. Bet it's so tight. Cause you're an uptight little bitch, Y/L/N, fuck, can't fucking stand you."

Wooyoung rambled on while you deepthroated his cock. You felt him twitch in your mouth, signaling you he was close to coming. You let go of his cock with a loud pop, and panted heavily. "If you hate me so much why are you letting me suck you off, hm"

"Stop being a stupid fucking brat. Fuck, I'm gonna fuck that tight little cunt of yours now. Get up and bend over," he ordered. His hands were rough on your body as he pulled you up and bend you over just as he said.

Your bare chest hit the cold wood of the table and the cold air breezed over your exposed ass. You whined when you felt Wooyoung push his cock into your tight hole. It had been so long someone's fucked it right and you definitely had never had a cock like his inside you. You hated to admit it but it felt like fucking heaven to you when he stretched you out.

"That's right, feel how your slutty little pussy is taking my dick so well? That's what you're good for Y/N, for taking cock. You should just let me do the debating and wait for me with your cunt on display so I can fuck it right after."

"God, Wooyoung just fuck me, fuck me hard, use my pussy, please," you begged. He didn't waste any more time, pounding into you like there was no tomorrow. He reaches spots inside you, you had never even touched before and soon enough you were crying out his name.

It felt so fucking right to have him inside you. Somewhere deep inside you wanted him to slow down and savor the moment because you didn't want it to end. But God, the way he used you just felt so good.

"Fuck, not gonna stop fucking you, baby girl, gonna rail you 'til the fucking break of dawn, understood?"

"Y-Yes! Yes, fuck me, use me all night long, please, I'm yours, make me see stars, use my pussy, I'm yours," you cried loudly. Wooyoung moaned in response. He wasn't a quiet guy and right in this moment you loved it. You loved that he wasn't shy about letting himself go and you wondered if anyone might be listening to you on the other side of the door.

"Baby, fuck, my good slut, gonna fuck you full with my cum, gonna fuck all my cum into your slutty pussy," he moaned. You felt his cock twitch inside you and you cried out a few please's before his thrusts got sloppy and he released inside of you.

He slid his cock out and tapped it on your cunt a few times, making you mewl and squirm beneath him. "This isn't fucking over, Y/L/N. Gonna play with you all night long. I might've lost that debate but I'll still fucking win."

#kpop #ateez #smut #shinestarhwaa #wooyoung

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c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak · 7 months

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Winner Winner, Stormfly's Dinner

Pairing: Hiccup 'Horrendous’ Haddock III x fem!oc

Word count: 6.7k

Hiiii I was wondering if you could write a fic about the dragon races? I’ve seen your fic about the Lightfury stealing a dragon rider and really enjoyed it and I loved the dynamic the Lightfury had with your oc, Toothless and Hiccup even tho she doesn’t seem to like him too much. I was hoping you could incorporate that dynamic into an x reader fic? Also, you're free to use Stardust as the name of the Lightfury since I thought it was so cute. Since I know it probably wouldn’t fit into your original story I thought it might be easier to do it as something completely new with similar characters if that’s alright? Love your work and can’t wait to see more! From Anonymous

Hiii i was wondering if u could do something like a dragon racing fic with the sheep since I thought that might be fun. I’ve seen most people have requested Hiccup so I’m just going to request him as well since that’ll be fun and easy for you. So maybe like just segments where the reader is singled out with each rider so she can have some fun banter or moments with them and then maybe she gets the black sheep and wins the whole thing and hiccup is super proud of her <33333 From Anonymous

(Y/N): Your name

(H/C): Hair colour

(D/N): Dragon name

A/N:

A loud horn rang out as (Y/N) stepped into the old dragon training arena, her Lightfury–Stardust–following behind her. The noise signalled the nearing of the annual dragon race, letting those know to start making their way over soon. The stands were empty but the pit of the arena was full of dragon riders and their dragons, applying paint to the wings and heads of their dragons.

"Running a bit late now, are we?" Astrid called out as (Y/N) passed her. She wore a smug grin on her face, coloured orange and blue just like Stormfly behind her. Stormyfly perked up at the sight of (Y/N) and Stardust, trying to take a few steps towards the pair to greet them. At the sound of her talons scraping along the stone floor, Stardust's head snapped towards her, and a flash of teeth and a wrinkle of her nose deterred Stormfly from getting too much close. (Y/N) placed a hand on Stardust's head, lightly pushing it in the direction of where a mass of darkness sat patiently and with his chest puffed out slightly as its one-legged rider smeared paint across his head. At the sight of the other fury, Stardust went gracefully over without a second question, leaving (Y/N) to fend for herself.

"Hi, Stormfly. Looking good," (Y/N)'s voice rose as she ran her hands under the Deadly Nadder's chin, earning an elated hum from the beast. A bubble of joy rose from the pit of (Y/N)'s stomach to her chest, lighting her up until her soft laughter rang out around the arena. Astrid soon joined in on the laughter as she followed after her wayward dragon. "You ready for today, Astrid? Been feeding Stormyfly as much chicken as possible?"

At the mention of chicken, Stormfly lit up. Rising from (Y/N)'s grip and stomping her feet lightly in excitement. Astrid raised both her hands to try to calm the Deadly Nadder down, shooting (Y/N) a feigned annoyed glare. "We've definitely been getting some extra practice in, though I wouldn't say… you know what is needed to beat all these knuckleheads. What about you? Got any secret flights in with Stardust in preparation for today?"

(Y/N) ticked her head to the side, the corners of her lips lifting. Her body language showed indifference, but Astrid could tell something was going on that (Y/N) wasn't telling her. "Stardust and I will do just fine without any extra help. We always have a few tricks up our sleeves."

"We'll see about that once we get in the air," Astrid comments as she leads Stormfly back to her painting station. She dabbed a small sponge into the bowl filled with orange paint before lifting her arm to run it along Stormfly's outstretching wing, leaving a trail of paint behind that she would later go over to make the colour brighter and the lines steadier. "I took the liberty of setting up your station near Hiccup's. I hope the colours are to your liking."

"I'm sure whatever you picked out will make Stardust and I stand out amongst the rest of you," (Y/N) called over her shoulder with a laugh ringing through her words, choosing to ignore any undertones of teasing that she could find in Astrid's voice. (Y/N)'s eyes now landed on a new target. A target that she wouldn't be able to reach as quickly as she would have hoped to.

"(Y/N), I need your honest opinion–well, not too honest, or I might cry–about my battle paint!" Tuffnut called out as he saw the (H/C) haired girl walking past. As (Y/N) turned to take in the mix of colours on his face, she jumped back at the closeness of the boy. Tuffnutt had run up to her and was standing with his face pushed outwards with his eyes widened. On it was a yellow skull with the rest of his face blacked out. "Is it too much? Too little? I think I should add more paint but Ruff disagrees."

"It's, uh, very you," (Y/N) said slowly, her palms extended in front of her and faced up as she acknowledged the thought-out design. (Y/N) took half a second to think out her answer before she was closing a fist and lightly punching Tuffnut in the shoulder with it, "You know, I think you should go with your heart. If you think you should add more, then by all means, add more."

Tuffnut stared at her for a few seconds before he threw both hands into the air, "This is one of the many reasons you are my favourite," He exclaimed with a large grin overtaking his feature before he was spinning around and walked back towards his sister, arms still in the air. "You hear that, Ruff? (Y/N) thinks I'm brilliant!"

A smile displayed itself on (Y/N)'s face as she watched Tuffnut happily run back over to his paint station, his half of Barf and Belch looming over as he watched Tuffnut happily smear more paint on his face. The groan that rang out did little to wipe the smile off (Y/N)'s face as she turned to see Ruffnut glaring at her with her arms crossed. "Great, now I'm going to have to deal with the aftermath of all that."

"If it makes you feel any better Ruff, you get to dunk water on his head later. Maybe even repeatedly," (Y/N)'s words got an evil grin stretched across Ruffnut's face as she rubbed her two hands together, shooting her twin brother a sideways glance as she imagines the future that awaited for her.

(Y/N) didn't stick around for too much longer after that since she was losing time. Everyone else had finished painting at least themselves or their dragons and were now either going in for more details or working on whatever they hadn't done yet while she was still yet to even see the colour of her paint. Her hope for getting started didn't stay around for long as a short Viking called out to get her attention.

"Oi, (Y/N)," Snotlout yelled as he waved a large hand at her. Hookfang stood behind his dragon rider, sporting some red and yellow paint along his wings and a little bit on his jaw and cheeks. (Y/N) quickly walked over to greet the boy, not one for ignoring anyone. "You mind helping do my face? I would use the mirror normally, but the twins shattered it earlier while trying to call dibs on it."

"Are you sure you weren't in on the shattering of said mirror?" (Y/N) questioned with a grin as she came to a stop in front of Snotlout. The shorter boy's shoulders dropped as he tried to fight to string a sentence together to defend his honour. It only ended up causing a laugh to rise from (Y/N). "I was kidding, Snotlout. I totally believe it was just those two causing their normal ruckus."

"Good, because you know I would never stoop so low to join in or whatever it is those two get up to," Snotlout puffed out his chest as he said this, earning another huffed-out laugh from (Y/N) at his actions. "Now, about that face paint?"

The laughter slowly died down as the question was brought up for a second time. One of (Y/N)'s arms was raised as she wrapped it around the forearm of her other arm. Trying to let the boy off gently, she spoke softly, "I don't know, Snotlout. I haven't even started on Stardust or my own paint, so I don't think I have the time."

"It will only take a second, I promise," Snoutlout said as he tried to push the bowl of paint into (Y/N)'s hands.

But at the sound of a second horn (Y/N) shook her head and pushed the paint away from herself and back to Snoutlouts chest. "I'm sorry, Snoutlout, but I don't have time. How about if I finish myself and Stardust and still have time afterwards, I'll come back over and help y

The offer was a good one, and the best (Y/N) would be able to give as she could already hear the first group of Vikings arrive early for the race later. Snotlout seemed to ponder the offer, taking his time in weighing it out in his head before giving a single nod of his head. "But I want you coming straight back here once your done. No faffing around with Hiccup afterwards."

One of (Y/N)'s hands shot up to her forehead in a salute as she looked down at Snotlout. "Hearing you loud and clear, soldier."

(Y/N) could hear the huffing of Hookfang, along with some muttering from Snotlout, as she turned away from the flaming duo and tried, once more to get to her desired destination. This time she thought she'd finally be able to. She had gotten through nearly all the dragon riders, and Fishlegs wasn't one to socialise much before a big race, having some pre-race ritual he had to forgo. But as she started walking once more, a Gronckle-loving dragon rider attempted to get her attention.

"Ooh (Y/N)! (Y/N)," He called as he left Meatlug behind, the Gronckle happily snacking on some rocks. Fishlegs held a card in his hand as he made his way over to the (H/C) haired girl, a nervous grin on his face as he came over. (Y/N) came to a stop even though she was a little annoyed at being stopped for the fourth time. She tried to hide that annoyance as Fishlegs hadn't done anything wrong. "I stayed up late last night trying to finish this new card I made for Lightfury's. I thought we needed a newer version since we've found out so much more about Stardust and her species."

A smile fought its way onto (Y/N)'s face as she saw the carefully drawn Lightfury on the small trading card. (Y/N)'s eyes widened as she swore she could see every detail on the small picture that replicated her very own dragon. "Wow, Fishlegs, I don't know what to say. It looks amazing."

"This one's for you," Fishlegs quickly said, placing the card in (Y/N)'s hand before she could decline. "And before you say anything, I have a second one at home. I made this one just for you since I know you love everything and anything dragon related."

"Thanks, Fishlegs. I don't even know what to say," (Y/N) grinned as she stared at the small card before delicately placing it in a small pouch she had attached to her belt so it wouldn't get ruined while she was racing. As she thought about the race, she realised how much time she lost between getting to the arena late and having to talk to all the different dragon riders. "Good luck with the race, yeah?"

"I'll see you out there," Fishlegs concluded as they both turned away from each other.

This time, (Y/N) was finally able to get to where she needed to be.

"Hi, Hiccup," (Y/N) said as she trailed her fingers along the brunette's arm. The taller boy looked up at (Y/N), a soft smile on his face as he watched the girl dance around him. "And hi, Toothless. Red is such a good colour on you."

A gargling noise quickly erupted from Toothless' throat in his way of saying hello. Stardust was wrapped around the other dragon, head resting under his chin as she was careful not to smudge any of the red paint, mainly because she didn't want any of it getting onto her scales.

Before (Y/N) could take another step forward, she felt two arms wrap around her waist and pull her backwards. As she fell back into Hiccup's chest, a bubble of a laugh rose from her chest as she felt him pull her down to sit on his lap as he rested his head on her shoulder. At the action, Stardust let out a small growl. Her nose scrunched up as she threatened to take a step forward, the gentle coaxing from, Toothless stopping her from doing so.

“I was wondering when you were finally going to make your way over here,” Hiccup said as he rocked the both of them back, completely ignoring Stardust’s warning as he was already used to the untrusting behaviour on her part. He was sure he was slowly starting to get a breakthrough with the dragon. Having Toothless around certainly helped with that. “Once Stardust over there came bounding over, I knew it was only a matter of time before you would follow. I didn’t know it would take that long though.”

“All the other dragon riders seemed to want to keep me as far away and for as long as possible,” (Y/N) said as she wiggled out of Hiccups grips to the Viking's annoyance. She quickly turned around however and stood between his legs, forcing the Viking to look up at her from where he sat as he extended both of his arms so they could gently rest on her hips. “I’ve got a lot of time to make up for. So, if you could help me by painting Stardust with me, I’d appreciate it.”

At the mention of her name, Stardust stood and stalked a few steps away from Toothless, getting ready to be coated in paint. But when she heard her name in the same sentence as the Viking (Y/N) likes to keep around, her head shot around so she could watch Hiccup with a heated gaze.

“I’m not too sure Stardust likes the sound of that,” Hiccup said slowly. Rising from his seat, he followed after the shorter girl as she moved over to where three bowls of paint sat. Of course, there was the bowl of red paint that Hiccup had used for Toothless, but the other two bowls were left untouched.

“Nonsense. Stardust will stand still as you help me,” (Y/N) announced confidently as she picked up a bowl filled with light blue along with a sponge that sat near it. As she turned back around she sent Stardust a warning look, silently telling her to behave. “I want to do a sort of spiral along Stardust’s back where the colours intertwine with one another. But I don’t know what markings I want to do on her wings or face yet.”

Hiccup came up next to (Y/N), a step or two away from Stardust as he watched (Y/N) dip the sponge into the paint and slowly start to trail it along Stardust’s back. A soft purring began to emit from the Lightfury as (Y/N) worked her way down, her other hand gently trailing along with her. Hiccup took this as his chance to step up beside her now that she had gravitated further down Stardust’s body. At the sense of his presence, Stardust’s head whipped around while the rest of her body stayed eerily still.

“Easy girl,” Hiccup reassured gently as he raised a slightly shaking hand for Stardust to sniff. The dragon however scoffed a bunch of air out of her nose, the wind smacking against Hiccup’s hand as she turned away from him once more with a grumble. As if on cue, Toothless waddled over to them and stopped in front of Stardust to keep her busy while Hiccup worked.

When a hiccup got about halfway, (Y/N) left his side as she walked over to Stardust’s other side. Patting the white dragon on the edge of her wing, Stardust extended it for (Y/N)’s use. (Y/N) started to run the blue paint over the groves of Stardust's wings. As Hiccup walked over to help finish off the wing, he got a similar response to when he stepped up to her once more.

(Y/N) didn't pay too much mind to her, shushing her as Hiccup watched what she was doing. "I want this done on the other wing but in reversed colours. Also, can you fill these in with pink? And trace the back of her wing with it as well before you start on the other side with me?"

"Sure I can," Hiccup agreed, quickly doing what the (H/C) haired girl had asked him to. Again, (Y/N) was able to finish and move on to Stardust's other wing as Hiccup fought to catch up, trailing behind her as he copied her work. When Hiccup finished, he could see the girl crouched in front of Stardust's face while the dragon leant her face down low. Coming to a stop behind her, Hiccup saw the two bands of blue wrapped around Stardust's front legs while she now trailed some paint up her face. Looking at the close proximity between the two, Hiccup said, "I think you should finish Stardust off."

Once the final stroke of paint was drawn, (Y/N) turned back to smile at Hiccup. "Come on Hic, you know Stardust won't bite."

"That's the thing," Hiccup unwearily said as he cautiously stepped forward, an immediate response rising out of Stardust. (Y/N)'s head instantly whipped around at the noise emitting from her dragon. A light scowl was on her face, slowly making the rumbling calm down. "I'm not completely sure she won't."

(Y/N) took a second to think over what she was going to do before she reached a hand back for Hiccup to take, waiting patiently until she felt the steady weight of it. At the contact she pulled him forward, the light ring of his metal foot hitting against the stone floor as (Y/N) pulled him to crouch down next to her. Stardust's face twisted at the sight of the other dragon rider but tried to stand still as (Y/N) was still crouched in front of her.

Grabbing onto Hiccup's other hand, the one that had the bowl and sponge held in it, she pulled it forward before making another grab for his previous hand. Together they dipped the sponge in the paint before trailing it along Stardust's front legs, having two rings on each alternating leg. Since (Y/N) was doing most of the work, Stardust couldn't find it in herself to try and scare them off. She still however made her annoyance known as she glared at Hiccup, the boy only being able to give her a throaty chuckle in response.

As they moved onto Stardust's face, (Y/N)'s hold on Hiccup's hand loosened, giving him the chance to back away if he wanted. But the boy's hand stayed where it was, trying not to seem too keen to get closer. As the sponge dipped back into the paint before moving up to the Lightfury's face, Stardust slowly closed her eyes, allowing the paint to trail across her face. Hiccup could feel a smile slowly starting to etch across his face. Never before had he been able to get this close to the Lightfury with Stardust's willingness. Even if there wasn't much of it right now.

"All done," (Y/N) happily cheered as she pulled Hiccup's hand away from Stardust's face. The dragon's eyes instantly shot open, a smile starting to stretch across her face as she turned to find Toothless to show off the finished work. (Y/N) watched happily as the dragon bounced over to Toothless, spreading her wings as she pranced around Toothless, forcing him to turn to follow her as he showed one of his famous toothless smiles.

"Now it's time for something more important," Hiccup said as he stood. Balancing the paint in one hand, he pulled (Y/N) to her feet before tugging her slightly closer.

"What could be more important than painting Stardust?" (Y/N) questioned, smiling softly up at Hiccup as she waited to see what he might do.

"This," He said as he dipped his thumb into the pink paint and brought his hand up to (Y/N)'s cheek. He waited half a second before running his pink-coated thumb across her cheekbone, making sure he curled the paint up the higher he got. A laugh rang out of (Y/N) as she pinched close one of her eyes when Hiccup ran his thumb underneath it. Once he was done with that half of (Y/N)'s face he wiped his thumb into the palm of his hand, trying to get rid of as much of it as possible before he bent down to place his bowl down and pick up the one (Y/N) had put down earlier. "Nearly done."

"You have to let me do your paint after this," (Y/N) demanded with a grin, leaning forward as she bounced forward on her toes.

"Absolutely not." Hiccup was careful not to mess up the swirls he was painting onto the girl's face. "What I want is simple and I can do it myself. Plus, I know you're going to try and add something to the design if I don't keep a close eye on you."

"Alright," (Y/N) said as a hum in return. She stood still as she waited for Hiccup to finish. "Here, I'll take the paint back over."

At the offer, Hiccup handed the bowl of light blue over, watching as (Y/N) turned to get the pink bowl off the floor before walking over to the table it had originally rested on. Dipping a thumb into the blue paint, she let it coat her thumb before grabbing the bowl of red paint for Hiccup and bringing it over for him. "Thank you, (Y/N)."

"No problem, my love," (Y/N) said as the bowl was handed over. Hiccup's eyes flashed up at her, trying to hide a smile as he dipped his pointer and middle finger into the paint. While Hiccup was distracted by his own paint, (Y/N) reached her thumb up and smeared the blue paint she had gotten on it across her lips until they were completely covered in blue. Hiding her face by knocking her head down, (Y/N) circled Hiccup until she stood behind the dragon rider. Wrapping both of her arms around the taller boy's waist, she rested her chin on Hiccup's shoulder like he had done to her earlier. As Hiccup dipped his two fingers into the paint again so he could drag them along his face, (Y/N) lept forward and placed a small kiss on the boy's jaw.

"What was that for?" Hiccup asked as he lifted his hand up to draw on the paint, ignoring the sensation of the paint (Y/N) had left behind.

"Nothing," (Y/N) grinned, hiding it behind Hiccup's head as she moved to his other side before placing a longer, drawn-out kiss on his cheek. The blue paint wasn't as vibrate as the first kiss but still was a clear outline of her lips. "Am I not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?"

"I never said that," Hiccup said as he twisted in (Y/N)'s arms. His eyes locked on the colour of (Y/N)'s lips too late as he had already dived forward to catch her lips with his own. (Y/N) smiled at the sensation, keeping her arms tightly wrapped around Hiccup's midsection while the boy's brows pinched together. His tongue edged forward, waiting for (Y/N) to part her lips when the taste hit him quickly. Just as (Y/N) was about to grant him entrance, Hiccup pulled back, staring confusedly down at (Y/N)'s lips. "Why is there paint on your lips?"

"No reason," (Y/N) quickly said, feigning nonchalance. Maybe she spoke too quickly or should have been quicker since when she surged forward to try and leave another kiss mark on Hiccup's face, the boy planted both hands on (Y/N)'s shoulders, a groan leaving his now blue-coated lips as he hung his head onto (Y/N)'s shoulders.

"Please don't tell me your blue kisses are all over my face." (Y/N) didn't respond, causing another groan to rise from Hiccup as he lifted his head again, scowling lightly at the shorter girl when all she could do was smile. "You know what?"

"What?" (Y/N) asked, her brows furrowing at the lack of reaction from Hiccup. Once she saw Hiccup's thumb dip into his red paint, her eyes widened at what she knew was coming her way. Dropping her hands from Hiccup's side, she tried to wiggle back and out of his grip.

"No, you don't," Hiccup quickly exclaimed as the bowl of red paint dropped from his hand and spilled across the stone floor. Not to matter though since Hiccup's lips were already coated red. (Y/N) tried to fight Hiccup's arms off her as she backed away with a laugh. Hiccup's arms shot out and tightly secured themselves around (Y/N), trapping her arms to her side in the process. (Y/N) tried to lean back as far as possible but Hiccup only followed after her. Leaning up and forward, Hiccup placed a large kiss on (Y/N)'s forehead, marvelling at the red that was left behind. "There. Now we match."

(Y/N) pretended to be annoyed as she felt Hiccup's arms loosen around her. She wasn't doing a very good job at hiding her true emotions as a large smile blossomed across her face. At that moment, (Y/N) didn't have to worry about anything. Certainly not about the betting that was going on above her.

“My money’s on Snotlout,” Spitelout said as he stood neck to Stoick. Spitelout was looking down at his son as he pointed an all-knowing finger towards him.

“You sure he ain’t gonna throw it all away again?” Gobber asked from the other side of their chief as he scratched his beard with his fake wooden hand, looking down at Snotlout with a less then keen eye.

Spitelout flashed Gobber a glare, both of his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he said, “I’m sure he has it this time around.”

"What about you Stoick?" Gobber asked, turning Spitelout's glare away from him as they both turned their attention to the man sitting down. "Who have you got your eyes on for today's race?"

Stoick didn't even need to think about his answer as he brought a large hand to rub against his chin while saying with a bellowing voice, "My golds going towards my daughter-in-law."

"Oh? Hiccup's popped the big question?" Gobber asked he turned back to look at the pair still wrapped in each other's arms. He could see the splatter of paint they had been leaving on each other's faces, but Gobber was more than content to let them stay in their own little bubble for a bit longer.

Stoick's face pulled downwards at the question. In a grumbled-out response, he said, "Not yet."

"If that boy doesn't hurry up, she's going to do it for him," Spitelout stated, getting silent agreement from the Vikings he was conversing with."Now, back to business. Not putting your gold on Hiccup, eh?"

"Not today, no," Stoick shook his head. "(Y/N) and her dragon have been looking promising recently."

"We'll see if your judgement has grown clouded soon enough," Spitelout teased, grinning as he heard the final horn ring out. Some of the dragon riders got on their dragons as soon as possible, flying up to where they stood on their baskets, waiting for the race to begin. "Normal amount?"

"Hm? Sure," Stoick absentmindedly said as he stood from his seat and walked a few steps forward, gaining the silence from the crowded arena stands. The silence urged the remaining dragon riders to mount their dragons and get to their starting positions. "Vikings and dragon riders, today we join for the first race of the year. On the Gronckle we have Fishlegs, the Monstrous Nightmare being flown by Snotlout-"

Stoick was cut off by a loud cheer from Spitelout, the man yelling, "That's my boy!"

"Yes, thank you for that wonderful display Spitelout," Stoick deadpanned as he turned briefly to face the other Viking as he calmed himself down. "The twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut of the Hideous Zippleback, Astrid on the Deadly Nadder, and my son of the Nightfury."

Stoick paused as he got to (Y/N)'s part, drawing the crowd into suspense. "And on the Lightfury we have my hopefully soon to be daughter in law, (Y/N)!"

(Y/N) turned and grinned at the Viking chief, her face light and full of joy as she laughed along with the other Vikings watching from the arena stands as Hiccup gave off a slightly sheepish smile. At his smile, Gobber banged his wooden hand on the arena's railing before pointing accusingly at Hiccup and saying, "We see you, Hiccup and we're all waitin' for that question to be answered."

"Moving on," Stoick yelled as Hiccup threw his hands in exasperation. "I hear now begin the first dragon race of the year! Release the sheep!"

Once the horn rang out, all six dragons took off. At first, it was a battle of speed as they all raced straight up before breaking away from each other so they could scower Berk for any of the painted sheep they needed to win this. There were twelve sheep that they needed to find before the black sheep worth ten points would be shot to the sky.

As (Y/N) guided Stardust a bit closer to the huts when she noticed another fury trailing behind her. Looking over her shoulder with a grin, she saw Hiccup flying not too far behind them, the paint from earlier still smeared across his face and lips. "Love that colour on you. Is it maroon?"

"Oh, laugh all you want," Hiccup waved her off as he leaned forward on Toothless's back a bit more, his hands tightening on the saddle as Toothless tried to speed up.

(Y/N)'s head quickly turned back around, copying Hiccup's movements as she leaned down to Stardust's ears. "Come on girl, it's time to disappear."

Stardust let out a soft mew at (Y/N)'s words. Spreading her wings wide, speeding up as much as possible in the time to heat up a plasma blast in her mouth. Without warning her wings shot inwards towards her body as she turned into a nosedive. As the shot rang out, (Y/N) buried herself as close to Stardust's body as possible. As the both of them dived through the blast, the same cloaking that took over Stardust danced across (Y/N) and the few white scales she had woven into her clothes.

"Whoo!" (Y/N) yelled as they vanished without a trace, the only lingering part of them being her voice. It took a while for (Y/N) to spot her first sheep, the fluffy animal trying to hide under the hut of some Viking. But when both her and Stardust's eyes landed on it, they changed paths without a thought and swooped down. Twisting her body so (Y/N) sat upside down on her back, Stardust flew upside down so (Y/N) could hang down and pick the sheep up from where it lay. Pulling the sheep to her chest, Stardust helped to right them up as they burst back into the sky.

To everyone else, it looked like a sheep had somehow been granted the ability to fly but those who truly knew could just see the ripple in the air as (Y/N) and Stardust tore through the air.

Taking a sharp turn, the two of them with their extra passenger dived back towards the training arena, careful to keep out of sight of any other dragon riders. As they swooped in, the crowd cheered as they faded back into view to drop the sheep into the Lightfury's basket. Taking a quick look at the other baskets, (Y/N) could see that Astrid already had two sheep while Hiccup had three, meaning there were only six more sheep to find before the black sheep was released.

Pulling back on Stardust's saddle, the whistle that commonly was handed to the Nightfury rang out, filling the air as she shot away from the arena. The two of them didn't have time to waste as Stardust looked out for any stray sheep while (Y/N) looked for any dragon riders in the air with sheep.

As her eyes landed on Berk's Nightfury, a grin spread across her face. "Stardust, we need to go after Toothless. Make sure he doesn't see us coming."

Stardust shot out another plasma shot, cloaking them as Toothless looked back as the noise echoed. The dragon's eyes narrowed as it searched for Stardust but eventually had to look away when nothing turned up. Hovering above him though was Stardust as (Y/N) began to climb from her back. (Y/N) kept a hand situated on the saddle as she got ready to drop. Her feet touched down on the leathery back of Toothless, a confused yelp escaping him as his head shot back once again. As the feeling began to climb along his back, he tried to hiss out a warning to Hiccup.

"I'll be taking that," (Y/N) yelled as she tore the sheep from Hiccup's hands before launching herself off and over Toothless's head. Toothless gargled as (Y/N) went falling off of him, diving through thin air as she waited for Stardust to catch her. She continued to fall for a few seconds before she saw a floating sheep hurtling towards her in the claws of Stardust as she faded back into existence once more. (Y/N) landed on Stardust's back harshly, her bones rattling as one of her hands unlatched from the sheep to grab onto Stardust as she turned to the arena, a Nightfury on her tail.

"I'm going to need that back, (Y/N)," Hiccup called as he tried to keep up with (Y/N) and her Lightfury. Adjusting his metal foot, Toothless's tail changed directions, giving them a gust of speed. The soft grunts of a Monstrous Nightmare behind him were slightly startling with how close Snotlout and Hookfang were to catch up to them. Stating his thoughts, Hiccup said, "We can't let that happen, bud."

Toothless made his agreement known as he flapped his wings once, shooting away from Snotlout as they grew closer to Stardust. But no matter what they seemed to do, Stardust had an impossible lead on them. So there was no stopping it when Hiccup watched as both sheep were dropped into the Lightfury's basket. Hiccup and her were now tied. Astrid still had two but the twins had been able to score themself a sheep of their own. Nine sheep found, three to go.

(Y/N) and Stardust shot up once more, hoping to make one final round before the black sheep could be found. They didn't bother to vanish again, shooting through the sky as they tried to find more sheep. It was when a commotion could be heard above them. Meatlug had a sheep clutched in her claws while Stormfly and Barf and Belch tried to herd the sheep towards them. Fishlegs was panicking from atop the Gronckle, a perfect opportunity for (Y/N) to steal it.

Barf and Belch slammed into the side of Meatug, making the Gronckke growl as the sheep was dropped from her to retrieve the fallen sheep already gone after it. Stormfly was close to grabbing it within her claws when Stardust shot forward, sweeping the sheep from the air as she spiraleD up. “You’re going to have to be quicker than that if you want to win this!”

"Stormfly fetch!" Astrid yelled and the excited growl that erupted from Stormfly was anything to go by, (Y/N) was going to be in trouble.

"Fly Stardust, fly," (Y/N) screeched as the Deadly Nadder's eyes locked onto the both of them. Stardust's head shook as she shot forward, taking sharp turns to try and lose Stormfly as they were chased down. (Y/N)'s eyes landed on the last two remaining sheep. Patting on Stardust's neck, the Lightfury's eyes also landed on where (Y/N) was looking. "This is going to be a close one."

Dropping down, Stardust got all of her claws ready, planning on holding one sheep in each pair. As they reached the sheep, Stadust's front claws were able to score the first sheep but as she started to lift, her black claws pointing out to latch onto the sheep's fur, something snatched it out from under her. "I think it's only fair that I get this one after what happened earlier."

It was Hiccup. Both Stardust and (Y/N) were left slightly dumbfounded as they followed after the Nightfury. The others had caught onto their catchings and were trailing after them, making a train of dragons and dragon riders. As Hiccup threw his sheep down, followed by (Y/N) and her two, a final horn rang out, signalling the black sheep as the scores rested five to (Y/N), Hiccup at four, Astrid at two and the twins at one. Whoever grabbed this sheep would seal the victory.

"It's just one more sheep, Stardust," (Y/N) whispered to her dragon, the two of them shooting away from the arena along with all the other dragon riders. (Y/N) could hear them also muttering encouragements to their dragons. "We've come far enough to win this all."

As she spoke, she heard the launch of the sheep, the subtle clank of the chains smacking against wood as the black sheep went flying. It was a fight of flames and talons as all eyes locked onto the black sheep. It was a certain Nightfury that was able to shoot forward and steal the sheep into his clutches. That's when the chase broke out again.

Toothless had an advantage with speed, taking a small lead as Stormfly and Stardust were close behind. Both dragons were trying to shoot forward in front of the other, the riders on their back yelling jeers at each other as their dragons did the work. It was only when Stardust was able to push herself forward in a burst of speed that Astrid let out a frustrated yell. "He's right there Stardust. It's now or never."

As her agreement Stardust flew under Toothless, getting close enough that (Y/N) could reach up and snatch the Blacksheep from his claws, earning a snap from the dragon. "Right, let's go."

As they lowered themselves even further, Stardust let out a roar as they flew. The arena could be seen coming up, crowds of Vikings hitting each other and jumping up to see who had the black sheep as they all rode in.

It didn't stop there though. As they began to dip into the arena, Snotlout came hurtling around from the other side of the arena, an axe in hand as he tried to swing it toward (Y/N)'s head. Stardust already acted as (Y/N) yelled, "Dive, dive, dive!"

Nearly falling from Stardust's back because of the lost grip she had, a not-very Viking-sounding squeak as she fought to grip onto Stardust's saddle. Stardust rumbled from below her as she knocked her tail up, bumping (Y/N) further up her saddle as she swung around the arena, weaving in and out from the different dragons as they tried to steal what was theirs.

As the black sheep made contact with the Lightfury's basket, the sheep getting squashed in with the other ones, a ripple broke out through the stadium as the race ended.

"Yes," (Y/N) yelled as she threw both her arms out, Stardust throwing her own call to the wind as they sailed across the arena perimeter, close enough to the stands that some of the Vikings could read out and congratulate her.

"That's my girl," (Y/N) heard the yell from Hiccup as he flew up next to her, the tips of Toothless and Stardust's wings overlapping. "I almost thought I'd be able to win one over you."

"That is where you must have gone wrong," (Y/N) called back before Stardust was steering her to Stoick's seat, the man waiting happily with a grumbling Spitelout not too far away from him. "Have I won you enough gold, Stoick?"

His booming laugh shot around. "You have this time."

"Placing bets again Dad?" Hiccup questioned as he fell from Toothless's saddle, climbing over to (Y/N) where he pulled her from Stardust's saddle and placed a kiss on the side of her head.

"Of course I was Hiccup," Stoick said as he watched the two. "Picked the right dragon as well."

Turning around to face Hiccup, (Y/N) grinned up at him. "You want to go on another race?"

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Keeping up with the Florida Panthers (aka Sara Civian interviews Matthew)

EP Rinkside: What's something away from the rink that’s making you happy these days?

Matthew Tkachuk: I would say, just, I'm lucky at this time of year. Especially across the whole country, it seems like it's freezing everywhere. It's beautiful down in Florida. And we just moved into our new practice rink recently, so that's been awesome.

EP: There was a quote floating around from (head coach Paul Maurice) from before the nine-game win streak and before you started getting hot on the scoresheet. He said people are going to say “Matthew Tkachuk is back,” and he's going to say you never left. Did you see that?

MT: I did, yes.

EP: How did you feel about it, and what's your relationship with him like?

MT: Well, Paul's been a very important part of my last few years. He’s one of, if not the best, coaches that I've ever played with. He's been very important for my development, and I just think that he trusts my game, and I trust my game. I wouldn't say (the puck) was going in early, but I haven’t changed one thing, I'm still doing the exact same thing, it's just finding a little bit more success right now.

It’s been a great year for our team and as of late, it’s picking it up a little bit for myself. Hopefully, we can just keep trending into the second half of the year here.

EP: How important is that trust between a coach and a player and how is it developed?

MT: I just think that he's always given me the right leeway, but still expects me to play the right way. He knows that there's some parts of my game that (are unique) I need to maybe take a little bit more chances than the average player. He gives me full leeway to do that, but also expects me to work my butt off and to lead by example.

EP: We always talk about “buy-in,” it's kind of cliché at this point, and you guys obviously have that factor. But how does something like that start?

MT: I just think being so close to winning it all last year has made it very, very easy to come back this year and have that immediate buy-in from the guys wanting to win a championship here. So many returning guys who are so close and so upset with not finishing it off. There's a lot of motivation.

EP: Do you have a favourite moment from last season's run?

MT: I would say, probably all of the series-clinching wins, the series-winning goals. The overtime winner in Boston, the overtime winner in Toronto, the last second one at home against Carolina.

All three of those are by far the greatest goals I've ever been a part of.

EP: I feel like we're not as a society talking about Sam Bennett enough. Can you give us a little bit about what he's like off the ice and what it's like to play with him?

MT: He just plays so hard.

He was one of the first guys I met when coming to Calgary, and we've been so close ever since. I'm so happy that we got to play together again down here in Florida. He was the first guy I talked to when I got traded, and we've just been so close for eight-plus years now.

It’s so fun that we're able to play with each other still, we just have such great chemistry on and off the ice. He just plays so hard and he complements my game so well. And off the ice, we're just super close and have a great group of guys that pretty much do everything together away from the rink.

It makes it so much fun to come to the rink every day, work with them, and then when we leave the rink, do stuff together.

EP: If you became the commissioner of the league today, what's the first thing you'd change?

MT: Overtime until somebody scores. No shootouts. And no back-to-backs. I don't know if we need any more back-to-backs right now.

EP: Other than you, who has the best chirps in the league?

MT: I'd say the guy who chirps a lot on our team is Brandon Montour. He has some good ones. Nick Cousins has got some good ones. (Ryan) Lomberg, too. They all have some good ones.

EP: Best advice your dad ever gave you?

MT: Two things: Compete and be a good teammate.

EP: Last year you gained some recognition outside of the hockey world, and it kind of sparked, like, a debate about personality in the NHL. I've always wondered What you actually think about this whole conversation, like, do you like being kind of the personality guy in the NHL?

MT: Well, I’m never going to not be myself. I grew up with great parents that taught me great things and around a great family. I’ll carry that for the rest of my life. I’m not trying to do anything, and some guys are (quieter) and that’s OK. This is just how my personality is.

EP: Can you give me three words to describe the current Panthers?

MT: Oh, I would say very fast. So fast. Close – we’re a super close team. I've never seen a team like this where, you know, we're going to dinner on the road and we're having, you know, 15 people reservations and everybody hanging out with each other. it's been awesome. Fast, close, and fun. Nobody has more fun than our team.

#matthew tkachuk #FAST CLOSE AND FUN #i'm beside myself thanks #his relationship with paul makes me sooooooo #florida panthers #2324

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 8 months

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My fare kitty, I would love to request where Steve Rogers and his teammate, reader had suffered a sex pollen. The only solution is sex 🤭

My fair kitty.. I just love that! Totally moved your request to the front. Made me smile waaaay too much. 🙂

FILE 999V

Steve and you root around the abandoned lab in comfortable silence for the file you were tasked with collecting. The room was dirty and dim, and broken glass scattered the dusty floor. Boards block the windows, except the one you and Steve entered through due to the door being blocked with cement blocks and debri. The whole building looked like it was in the verge of collaspe, this room especially. You were just glad you both had enough light to search through the drawers, cabinets and rubble around the room.

Intel reported it had be stashed before the previous employees deserted. So far no luck. You were hoping that this wasnt some needless mission. You guys needed a win and what was inside this file was supposed to be it.

You kick the filing drawer closed with your hefty ass black combat boot, standing and stretching, missing the way your partners eyes roam over you. Steve secretly takes in every inch of you, licking his lips at the sight of your snug ass fit huggin your curves. He's has to mentally scold himself to get back to the task at hand.

When you turn around, you observe an odd sight in the corner of the room. Glancing at Steve who's a few feet away, head first into a metal bin, searching its contents attentively. You don't wanna disturb his concentration so you quietly make your way over to it.

It's.. A very alien looking plant shimmering in the dingy light of the room. Its on the smaller side, still, you can't believe you over looked it. The stem and leaves are almost translucent and pull you in closer as you study it. The blooming petals were an angry red; thin tendrils extended from the middle of the flower, surrounding it protectively. There's something so damn familiar about. Had you seen it before somewhere else?

You reach up to gently stroke it as Steve stands and turns to see if you've made any progress.

"Y/n, Don't touch, get away-" Steve starts from behind you, hand outstretched to grab the back your uniform but its too late.

Your hand snatches back from stroking the leaf of the unique looking plant. The root of it, growing from a crack in the floor, gives a small wiggle as a bulge quickly forms at the base. Whatever it was quickly swims up the stem and explodes out the center of the plant in a glittery sunset colored dust.

It's almost like smoke the way it spreads in the air across the entire room. It's pretty, almost mesmerizing but it chokes you and makes it hard to breathe. Stumbling backwards, you and Steve try to avoid sucking it in but it's pointless.

And it's effects are instantaneous. Your body temperature rises, skin hot to the touch. Its hard to contain the whimper in your throat from your nipples stiffening and rubbing against your bra. The air in room feels electrified, like static swirling in the air, and you feel the dampness in your panties. Not realizing your breathing has accelerated a bit, you feel goosebumps across your skin in waves. What. The. Fuck.

With dilated eyes, you turn to Steve. He's already looking at you, his own eyes set with a piercing gaze and a clenched jaw. You observe the flush on his cheeks and the way his adam apple bobs nervously on a hard swallow as he backs away. You can't understand why but you mourn as he puts space between the two of you. He turns his back without a single word, able to readjust his hardening dick without you noticing before speaking into his comm.

"R-requesting evac. NOW." His tone low but demanding has your pussy clenching rapidly.

He waits only moment, before responding.

"That won't work, we need it immediately. We've been doused with.. Something.. And we need Stark." Steve's becoming frustrated, his hand coming up to yank at the tips of his soft blonde hair.

"Fine. You have our location. Hurry up." His tense dismissal has you reluctant to speak. But it's clear he knows what the hell that damn plant is.

"Rogers, what's going on? Why are we evacuating?" You ask like you're not rubbing your thighs together for any kind of small pressure on your throbbing center.

"We need Tony to analyze us, see if he can make an antidote." He explains turning back to me. His nostrils expand like he smells something and you pretend to not notice the hungry ass look in his eye.

"Yeah, but why? What the fuck was that?" You're pointing to the corner of the room, frowning at the source of this debacle.

"Language, woman." Steve says curtly.

He's quiet for a moment, tense shoulders flexing. His silence makes you apprehensive. What the fuck is going on here??

"You remember file 999v?" He finally asks with a raised brow.

You have to think.. You've read alotta fucking files and have to scower your brain for what he's talking about. Your not exactly a straight A soldier and don't read every brief before a mission.

"Uh... yeah.. I think. Sex poll-" you stop dead in you tracks.

Seriously?? You can't believe your luck! The findings and report of the plant being an aphrodisiac run through your mind in a loop. What are the fuckin odds you would get doused with this shit while accompanied by the only man you ever wanted to fuck you till you dropped. The look in your wide eyes is nothing short of panic. What the hells gonna happen if you guys don't comply?! You were really starting to wish you read that file more thoroughly.

"Listen, y/n, the teams on their way. Only an hour and a half out."

"How the hell are we supposed to wait that long?" You hope you don't sound hysterical but Steves always been perceptive. He hears the panic in your voice.

Walking over on long toned legs that carry him over in just a few steps, he tries to comfort you. Strong hands come up cup your cheeks, fingertips caressing, and his voice loses all hardness as he speaks.

"Honey, you can't get riled like this. The symptoms only get worse with time, please calm down. I don't want you accelerating the negative effects."

Fuuuck his touch was intoxicating. You barely hear his words as you lean into his hand. Warmth sparks from his touch, traveling all over your body in sparks. The smell of Steve made you want taste him, run your tongue on every inch of his body. Hear all the pretty sounds he'd make as you'd get to his dick. Shit, why were you sweating so much?

Through all the arousal, your stomach suddenly lurches with nausea and your knees go weak. You almost crash to the floor as Steve catches you with super human reflexes. He's talking but you don't hear him as you blink dizzily.

Steve shakes you a bit but your becoming unresponsive, conscious but unable to sort out his words. Your burning hot to the palms of his hands, your arms wrap around his neck as he tries get you to comprehend. You're beyond coherence in an instant. All you can do is let out a small pained while you press your hips forward, your clothed mound humping at the bulge in his pants as he holds you up.

Steve groans lowly at the pressure you're putting on his dick, hips unconsciously lifting towards yours to give the access you need. He knows your running outta time, realizes the team won't get here fast enough. Doesn't know why everything's happening so fast. You were getting worse by the second. He was gonna have to decide: Fuck you or let the plant's effects kill you.

Looking down at the wet spot forming on his dark gray tactical pants from your desperate movements, he tries to concentrate. Steve doesn't think you've ever been prettier, y/e/c eyes dazed as shit, looking so fucked out as you try to find your release. Your mumbling and moaning incoherently, hips working frantically against his as your fever spikes. The skin of your arms and his neck are so hot together it almost felt like you both could burn up everything around you. Decision made. He wouldn't let you suffer a moment longer.

Laying you on the ground with more haste than he meant to, Steve tries to explain the plant to you again. He stresses you on what your signing up for, needs you to know this ends with that hidden little gem of yours filled to the brim with his cum, but Steve's words fall on deaf ears. Jumbled, broken sentences fall from your lips as you feebly paw at his zipper.

Fuck he knew he shouldn't be so eager but couldn't help it. His dick is constantly perking up when your around, no matter where you two are. Your uniform generously hugs your curves enticingly. He's never met woman as pretty or witty as you. Plus that fuckin mouth.. Half the nasty ass shit that comes outta it always has him turning away, hopelessly pressing his dick down to calm it.

Steves gets both his and your bottoms and shoes off in record time. Pulling his comm from his ear and setting it next to his clothes, he doesn't realize his shoes tip over onto the small disc shaped object as he leans over you. You still look like you're in stupor but your legs upon wide for him as you lift your hips.

Thanks to that damn plant, your pussy drips to the filthy floor, a small wet puddle forming underneath you as Steve stares unashamed. He fist his dickly slowly as he wonder what you taste like. With a swipe of his finger he finds out and his animalistic groan fills the room. He can't stall anymore. His semen the only thing to alleviate the effects you're experiencing, he really didn't wanna bust before he got inside you.

Steve lines up with your fluttering core and pushes the tip of his fat cock in swiftly with a stuttering huff. You arch upwards harshly, nails scratching down his back, his strength thankfully keeping from bucking him off you as you let out a high pitched keen. He grits his teeth against your reaction, having to avert his gaze to keep from nuttin in you right away.

The super soldier stares intently at the cracked, crumbling wall in front of him, breathing harshly through his nose, as he pulls back and strokes inside you halfway this time. Your legs cage and squeeze his hips as your body shakes wildly underneath him. The motion makes your breast flop up and down uncontrollably under your shirt. Your pussy tries to strangle his cock, grippin Steve so fuckin snuggly.

When he pulls back and pushes in the third time, it's to the hilt and you fucking lose it. Your hands reach up to grab onto something, anything, as your gushing pussy releases a strong jet against the dick sittin your guts. You feel Steve's blonde silky strands against your fingertips and unconsciously grab a handful in each palm as you pull HARD, his head yanking back vigorously. He's moans like a whore at your rough treatmeant but you dont hear. The puddle under you grows as you squirt again, streams of your cream weeping out around his twitchin dick. Your soaking wet little puss can't stop trying to milk him for all he's worth.

"Steeeeeeeve, uhh uhh hhh, St- aaaah!" His name is the only word he's able to make out through your gasping sobs.

Steve Roger's might be super human but he was still a man. Between your unexpected orgasm, coupled with the way you were shuddering and wailing, all bets were off. He no longer avoids looking at your beautiful body. Steve grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. He wordlessly pulls his dick out to inspect your release before serving you deep, rapid, jerky strokes. Your head thrashes side to side as he pipes you down. You're gasping in gleeful gratification, as his cock stick and stirs you thoroughly. SMACK SMACK, SMACK SMACK, SMACK SMACK. The sounds of your intense fucking and heavy breathing are loud in Steve's ears.

His pelvis smashes into your juicy ass, forcing you quivering body to accept penetrating thrusts. The nut he's about to release is as sudden as yours, barreling through him like a freight train. He snatches your wrist together in one big hand while the other firmly grasps your chin, leaning down to connect your lips in a feral wet kiss. Your mind is so cloudy but you try with all your might to return the kiss.

"Oh Sh-.. Daaammit! Hah! Ahhhhh, fuh-.. S-such a good giiirrll." Steve moans into your mouth as his cum surges into you in an outpour.

Hot liquid cascades against your delicate little pusses quivering walls, immediately helping to clear the fog in your head just a bit. With each thrust inside, his throbbing girth splashes your inside and fills you up. Steve's head lowers, mouth near your ear, as he huffs out low groans and cums so fuckin much that it begins to spill from your insides like a river. Even after the 5th pump of cum, his fat cock keeps draining itself into you.

You can finally think a little as your head falls to the side limply. Your chest rises up and down rapidly as you try catch your breath, the smell of sex in the air. Steves head is buried in your neck as he does the same when your eyes fall on Steve's pants and shoes. Your eyes wide as saucers at the un-fuckin-believable sight right in front of you.

"Roger's, your boot is pressing on the dam comm!!"

#steve rogers #steve rodgers x reader #smut #sex pollen #dubious consent

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wosoluver · 13 days

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To undo a mistake

Part 9/17 - previous - next

Lena x Bayern Player!reader

"Good morning!" - You said as you sat down for breakfast.

"Good morning." - The girls said back in unison.

"I'm so tired. Thank god today is only a recovering session."

"Tactical planning too. Coach said we need to start building up the team around your playmaking decisions."

"When did he say that?"

"This morning. You have to stop arriving late everywhere."

"I am on time! I'm just the last to show up, on time!"

And it was the truth. You were always late, but always managed to make on the cusp of the time limit.

After breakfast and heading to training, which had been somewhat shorter than usual, everyone decided to spend sometime playing games or just chilling altogether.

You decided to go up to your room for a little bit. As soon as you were there you decided on calling Ana.

"Hey. Where are you?"

"Hi, I'm heading home, from training. The doctor said I can officially go back to training. Nothing too intense, but I can go back to participating on things. No playing yet though."

"Really?! This is such a good news. You'll be back to playing in no time, you'll see. Does that mean I have to give you rides to training everyday now?"

"I mean only if you want to.

How are you feeling since the game?"

"Somewhat worried. Coach wants to keep me in the middle field now, he wants me to focus on distributing the ball and deciding on plays."

"But why are you worried? This is good news, no? Your great at that!"

"It just feels like a big responsibility. As a forward I wasn't the only one, If I failed, there would always be someone else there. But if the whole team starts to depend on me to figure out what to do, If I fail the team will automatically drop in quality."

"Don't do this. Don't doubt yourself. You're one of the best in the team. I'm sure they wouldn't ask if they thought you couldn't do it."

"I know. I just worry about failing emotionally again. I won't have the space for that from now on."

"You've be-" - But before she could finish it, Lena came bursting through the door.

"Y/N! Aren't you coming down to..." - She trailed out seen you on the call. "Sorry."

"I'll call you later, yeah?" - Trying to get out of the situation as fast as you could.

"Let me know if you need anything." She said hanging up.

"Sorry, we are doing a ping-pong competition, and we're missing a player." - She was trying to keep all her feelings in, trying to keep them from showing.

"I was about to go down anyway. I'm teaming up with Syd, I want to win." - You said it joking around. Everyone knew Lena wasn't the best at ping-pong.

"So you and Ana seem close. You're always on the phone." - she said as you two were making your way down.

"Yeah. She gets me. We've both been going through some stuff lately." - you answered simply, not wanting to get on this topic with your ex.

Did you like Ana as more than a friend? Maybe. But you didn't want think about that yet. You had just recovered from your last relationship. And if you were to talk about it, it surely wouldn't be witn Lena.

After playing around for a bit you guys decided on having a break.

"Hey, I know your not the best at this, but your hitting the ball a little too hard." - Said Lea, to her team partner.

Lena didn't care much for her comment. She had spend the last half hour, arguing with herself about the stupidity of her jealous thoughts.

"Lena? Did you hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah I just have something on my mind."

"Do you want to talk?"

"No." - she quickly stood straight. "I'm ready for the next round."

The closer you were getting to going home more excited you seemed. And for Lena, it was the complete opposite.

It was now Tuesday, and you got ready for the game. You were in the starting lineup this time.

After the anthems and the procedure to start the game, you were on your marks for the kick off.

We had the possession, first few minutes had you guys working hard already.

But at almost 4 minutes, Schüller had scored a header. You were coming through the midfield passing the ball to Linder who crossed the ball to Lea.

Both teams had a couple of chances of scoring. On the 22nd minute Eiriksdottir scored, the equalizer, assisted by Sveindís.

But soon she was fouled and couldn't stay on the pitch. It was bad news for her but good news for your team. She was one of their best players, so now you had somewhat of an advantage.

You didn't participate much on the plays after that. On with over 10 minutes for half time, Schüller scored once again, assisted by Bühl.

And than finally at the extra 3 minutes added to the first half, you were able to kick the ball towards the goal, but the ball went back and forth like a ping-pong, and Lena had managed to score.

As the referee blew the whistle you all went back to the locker room. On your way to the tunnel you felt someone jump on your back.

"We did it!" - referring to her comment from the last game.

"You did it. And for the first time you won at ping-pong."

"Haha" - she said ironically. "I'm serious."

"It wasn't actually an assistance. But yeah I guess."

Hello loveys we are 9 parts in and I have no idea when this story is gonna end. Once again I mainly used everything that actually happened in the game, just changed a little bit to fit the story.

#woso #woso x reader #lena oberdorf #lena oberdorf x reader #dfb frauen #vfl wolfsburg frauen #fc bayern frauen

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muzicgenerator · 8 months

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Hey, can I request an angst story with Bill and reader (the reader is female) abt crazy fans please? Like them (Bill and the reader) admitting somewhere (idk maybe in an interview for a magazine) that they almost broke up because of that (maybe reader's fanbase is known for being "too much" sometimes like following the reader everywhere, being so in love with her etc)

(Also could the story take place in the 2000s please?)

Goodbye 👋

i like this one im actually excited abt writing this one shot

btw im so sorry for late reply AHSJHFKDHDK please expect ill take like AT LEAST a week to answer yalls request bc im busy as hell w school 😭😭 love u guys pls understand

and again this aint entirely proof read

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Too Much?

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Pairing: Bill Kaulitz x Fem Reader

Genre: Angst, Mostly fluff

Warnings: Stalking, mention of nonconsensual touching, very embarrassing storytime from bill

Request Status: closed :(

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ I'm Not Okay (I Promise) : My Chemical Romance

(Time set back in late November of 2007)

Being a famous actress since as a child was unbelievably tough.

You had worked so hard and expertly; you didn't even have time to spend your childhood properly.

Just at the age of 19 and you've finished numerous movies and series. A true self-made millionaire, really.

You and your ravenette boyfriend are currently doing an interview for a night show.

"So ____, wow! After a long pause from doing films you're finally gonna have one showing soon! How is it like? Being back and all; being the talk of the country."

In the past one and a half year you hadn't done any projects since you've decided to take a break for yourself. And now you're once again busy taping with film staff and directors for your new and upcoming Teenage Romance movie.

Rest assured it's not your typical boy-meets-girl or vice versa and they do sappy sweet stuff and get together kind of film; it has its own uniqueness that will surely be called as "One of 2000s greatest Teen Romance movies of all time."

"Oh, I feel great Hanna. I had a deserving break and I'm back to doing one of the things I love most. I'm even happier because I got my lover and his band to sing the theme song for the movie." You truthfully answered and chuckled by the end of your statement.

"How about you Bill? How are things with your band?" Hanna included Bill to the conversation.

At that, he smiled politely. "Everything's great with us y'know, we're still together and all. Which I'm grateful for."

After a few more minutes for pep talk; the blonde interviewer finally decided to get onto the exciting part of the show.

"And now, for the moment we've all been waiting for! Dunk Tank!" Hanna smiled widely at the selected crowd.

"Where in this game; you will pick someone from the crowd who will accompany you with this game.

Your selected teammate will ask any question they want; to which you will answer, and if you don't want to then they'll get a chance to throw a ball on the target. Where if they hit it, you'll fall down the tank."

Hanna excitedly announced despite having done this for the nth time.

"____ and Bill, play Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who goes first."

You knew you'd beat Bill since every single time you played it - he'd miserably lose.

"Oh, I'm confident in winning this one!" you proudly say.

"Just because you've beat me all the other times we played this, doesn't mean I'll lose now!" Bill accepted your challenge and laughed.

He was right. He won for the very first time.

"Oh my God! Did I seriously win?!" your black clothed boyfriend exclaimed.

"I only let you win this time because I felt sorry." you playfully rolled your eyes with a smirk.

"Whatever, I'm gonna choose now." he giggled and stepped closer to the crowd.

His fan girls were screaming at the top of their lings, begging to be chosen by him.

No, you weren't jealous. Not one bit. Sometimes Bill would even complain about you not being possessive of him from time to time and would think you're not as in love as he thought.

It's cute, really. Then you'll show him how much you love him through actions rather than words.

Bill chose a girl who seemingly looked two or three years younger.

The joyous girl screamed in surprise; "Oh my god! What?! Me??! SERIOUSLY??"

It made Bill giggle, "Yes, you! Now get down here!"

A body guard helped the girl down; and when she was no longer at the stairs she rushed Bill to hug him but abruptly stopped. "Hi oh my god you're more beautiful up close! Can I hug you?!" she says excitingly.

It made your heart flutter just how kinder your boyfriend's fans are compared to yours.

To say your fan base is crazy is an understatement. Many would harass you through nasty words or touching you with no consent; it didn't matter if they did that out of how much they "love" you, it was still disgusting.

"Um, yeah. Sure!" he hesitantly looked at you; his eyes asking for permission. To which you subtly nodded.

Again, your heart melted by how he's making sure you're okay with it. Honestly, you very much understood that being famous would mean people wanting to hug you or any form of physical contact. Plus, it's not like you can say no to Bill from hugging a fan; you'd be a scandal. And you knew Bill wouldn't have any other choice as well.

He wrapped an arm over her shoulders while she fully embraced him. Okay, you're a teensy bit jealous especially by the way she's holding him like he's her man.

But that was soon washed away when she turns to you.

"Hi! What's your name sweetie?" Hanna asked and put a mic on her mouth.

"My name is Pauline!"

Before Hanna could say anything further, Pauline beat her to it.

"____!! I'm such a big fan of you too! I've been watching your movies since forever." saying she's over the moon is definitely an understatement! This will definitely be a core memory.

Almost immediately you wrapped your arms around her back and squeezed her. This girl is definitely one of the most respectable and sweetest fan you've ever met.

Was it really low? Yes.

The audience cheered by how sweet you and Bill had been to the girl and by how jealous they were.

As Bill and Hanna chattered about God knows what; the girl leaned closer to you in order to ask a favour which no one can hear.

"Can I ask you to shout out my brother? He has a huge crush on you!"

"Sorry darling but we're in the middle of a show right now. How about later I ask the staff to send you to the backstage? Then I'll give him my magazine with an autograph, and if you have a camera with you - you can video me saying hi to him!" you came up with a resolution.

Was it over the top? You didn't know and you didn't care. You're just fleeting with joy by how this girl isn't like any other of your fans.

"Seriously? You'd do that for me and my brother?" she gasped.

"Well, yeah. I mean it's not always that I have such nice interactions with people who are a fan."

"Okay lovebirds what are you two talking about there?" Hanna teased with a smirk and Bill playfully pouted.

"Nothing, nothing" you laughed and held Bill's arm as the crowd laughed and cheered.

"If you say sooo." she replied. "Alright, your turn to pick!"

You carefully looked around the crowd and walked five steps of the stairs to get a better view of the people on the back. A fifteen year old boy was holding a banner stating "Bill's No.1 Boy", it was cute, really. So you planned to steal your boyfriend's fan! (this a joke dont hate reader pls)

"The ginger at the back with the banner please." you said to the mic.

The boy squeeled in delight and threw his banner somewhere before running down to you. Your arms opened for an embrace which he immediately jumped into.

"What's your name?" you put the mic to his mouth as you both carefully went down the stairs and back to the stage.

"Sam, I'm Sam! My name is Sam!" his rather high pitched voice said.

"Okay, Sam. I know you're Bill's fan so I'm gonna have to steal you, that okay?"

"Hey, no fair!" Bill patted the boy's head and shot a smile at him.

This moment for him is definitely a core memory and will brag about it to every living human he sees.

"Now, who wants to go first in the tank?" Hanna asked.

"I'll do it" Bill says excitingly.

They agreed and the staff helped him get up. Once he were seated and adjusted in the circular surface; he challenge you.

"Ask a good one!"

"Ohohoo, we definitely will!" you smirked.

You turn to Sam and ask him without the mics near your faces; "What're you gonna ask your idol?"

"Oh uhmm, I don't really know." he says bashfully.

"Maybe his most embarrassing moment?"

"That'll work, definitely." you smile supportively and fist bumped him.

"Bill, you read?!" Hanna exclaimed.

"Born ready!!"

"Alright Sam, ask away!"

"What's the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you?" Sam asked with twinkles in his eyes.

"Oh, definitely when me and ____ weren't dating yet; she threw a sleepover party and she invited me and my mates, and there were three bathrooms, right? The three were being used and in one of those bathrooms it was Tom using it, and I had to rush him because I really needed to take a shit, like I couldn't hold it any farther!

So he went out really pissed and I pushed him off the door and quickly shut it and went right into business."

Bill paused and tried to compose himself as the crowd started to get louder.

"And when I washed and pushed the flush button - It wouldn't flush! So I got really scared because I just shit in my crush's toilet and I can't let anyone know that I'm the one who did it. So i looked around and saw a pack of pads so I took one of them; and forced myself to dip my hand down to grab it and I almost puked!

I look around and see there's no trash bin. So I panic again, and eventually decided I'll just rush down to throw it in the garbage in her garage. I quickly make a run for it and almost bumped into ___"

He now covered his hands in shame and embarrassment. "And she saw the pad in my hand! So she asked me like, 'Is that a pad?' and I'm like yes and so she asks whose it is...... and I said it's mine....."

You know of this story long ago; and it just gets better and better whenever you think or hear of it.

The audience and interviewer roared with laughter; as well as the staff behind and securities who tried to contain their smiles.

"I wish I never asked!" Sam wiped his tears from laughing too hard.

"Get down here Bill! That was too much!" Hanna's cheeks started to hurt, "Sorry to the viewers who are eating."

Bill went down immediately and squeezed the living life out of you. He does this whenever he's feeling embarrassed or nervous, and calls it his "Physical Support" from you.

"You should've let yourself get thrown in the water!" you giggled and hugged him back before he pulled away with a red face.

"Next goes ____!"

Once you were seated and made yourself comfortable on the seat; you tell them you're ready.

It was Pauline's turn to question whatever she wishes. "____, what do you think of your fans?"

She asks sincerely; she must've noticed something by the way you're like to your fan base and to Bill's. A part of you wished she hadn't asked but you've been dying to let the creepers out there know that whatever they'd been doing to you for a long long time - greatly affects you, especially as a young stat growing up in this sort of industry.

You rarely held any meet and greet, rarely had photos with fans where you look actually comfortable and where they weren't touching your waist or hips or near your ass - and ones where you do look comfortable it was mostly with girls or kids, which was not as often as when you do with the rest; who are pedophiles and creepy boys.

Of course you've always been nice when interacting with them; you didn't want to be rude and only wanted to be kind.

Definitely, there were times when you couldn't take it and couldn't do anything about it - other than cry and complain in your lover's arms.

You're forever thankful to have someone like him; he'd always listen to whatever you say and support everything you do.

Not realising; you zoned out quite a bit and snapped out of it when Bill called out your name with worry that he's trying to mask from everyone.

"Oh-, well, obviously I love them so much, if it weren't for them I wouldn't have succeed this much - of course the people who helped me get up in this industry as well.

I truly do appreciate their love and support, seriously. But quite the number of them are uh, how do I say this." you nervously chuckled as everyone listened intently to the tea you're telling.

"Crossing my boundaries? Yes, uh- that." you say not quite satisfied with the word you chose. It was evident that it's worse than just that but the safest.

"We all know people would cross it by taking unsolicited pictures of you, that's given because you're a celebrity, but are there some other ways they would? If you don't mind me asking of course." Hanna carefully asked.

You smiled softly, "Well a few have stalked me to my house - which I dunno how the hell they did so and took pictures of me and they'd send it to me and tell me how they thought of me. Some leave love letters, flowers, food in front of my gate, sent death threats to my exes when I was dating them and even now to my Bill." you left the worse parts out since you didn't want half of the world to be talking about your most private part of life. What you're even telling them now is a whole lot.

"Wow.. we all knew your fan base could get a bit crazy judging from all the videos we see and the news, but not by this much!" Hanna says empathetically.

"It happens, I guess." you try to laugh it off. However, Bill looked at your hues with his that sent the message of "Are you okay?"

In which yours replied with "I'm not okay."

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The game went on a for it was Pauline's turn to the dunk tank, then Sam's.

You continued your cheery self through the whole taping and told yourself you'll regret what you said later in your dressing room. Bill kept his distance close to you and would caress your hand or shoulder as a sign of support - as well as slipping a "How're you holding up?" every now and then.

If there were billions of ways to show gratitude to this man; you'd do every single one of it to him.

After the agonizing show was over; you and Bill kissed Hanna's cheeks as a goodbye and thank you. To which she said back to you both as well and wished to see you soon.

As you made your way to the dressing room in silence with your fingers intertwined with Bill's; you abruptly stop in your tracks.

"I almost forgot I have to sign a magazine for Pauline!"

Your lover looked confused for a second "What? Why?"

"I kinda promised Pauline I'll just sign a magazine for her brother because she asked me to shout him out while taping." you let a small huff and loosened your grip on your boyfriend's slender hand. "How about I'll see you later in the van? You can wait for me there instead if I haven't been back by five minutes."

Bill smiled, "Of course sweetheart, I'll see you later. Love you." he pecked your lips and lovingly looked into your eyes for a moment before heading to his dressing room.

Quickly; you asked a staff to bring Pauline to your dressing room to give her an autograph - to which they agreed to. Thankfully.

While they did that, you strided to your room and grabbed your magazine and marker - which immediately after doing so, a knock was heard on your door.

You hand held the paper as the other gripped the violet ink marker. When you did, you were greeted by a Pauline smiling widely with a camera on her right hand.

"Hi!" she says excitingly.

You greet back and quickly hugged her, "I see you have a camera with you."

"Oh, yes, uhm.. I was wondering if i can take a video of you signing an autograph? So my brother would believe me that it really is from you." she nervously giggled. "I might or might now have pranked him once by giving him a fake autograph."

"Yeah, sure. What's your brother's name?" you say softly.

"It's Percy." she answers as she readies her camera.

"Alright, is it rolling?" you ask with a smile on your face. Pauline says yes with a grateful smile; grateful for being how considerate and kind you are.

"Hi Paul! So I heard from your sister that you're a fan? Too bad you didn't come with her." you looked behind the camera to Pauline.

"And I heard she gave you a fake autograph of mine? Well now, you're getting a real one, and this is the proof." you say still giggling as you signed the magazine.

"There, and keep the pen. I gotta go now, bye and love you!" you say as you waved goodbye and gave your iconic kiss blow alongside a wink.

Once Pauline returned the camera back to her bag; she immediately thanked you.

"I'm serious - thank you thank you sooo much! And uh.. I'm really sorry if what I asked earlier was too personal. I really am. I was just curious and didn't thoroughly before it slipped my mouth." she noticed the change of the atmosphere long ago. Even if she's just fifteen, she knew how to read the room well.

"Aw, sweetie.. it's nothing." you pat her shoulder, "It's fine I tell ya, also I better get going - you should too, it'll get dark in just two hours. Bye bye and stay safe!" you wave goodbye as she still exclaimed thank you's as she walked backwards towards the exit.

(that footage is definitely gonna go viral after many years)

In a light speed; you gathered your essential belongings and had your personal assistant help you carry your other belongings to the van; to which Bill noticed through the windows that you're carrying back pack and a purse and immediately helped you despite having it under perfect control.

He opened the door for you and let you in first before him and closed the door. Your personal assistant sat in the passenger seat next to the driver, while you and your beloved were at the very back despite the space up front.

You rested your head on his shoulder and he put his above yours while he held your hand with both of his; tracing every outline, massaging it, and kissing it once in a while.

"R'you okay now?" Bill mumbled and kissed your head.

"Yes, hon. I'm great actually.. thanks so much for being there, I love you so much." you turn your head to face his and pecked his lips.

"I love you more than you'll ever know, I'm glad you're okay." he smiled genuinely and kissed you deep and passionate.

You returned to your head's original position and fell to sleep; not caring if tomorrow, you'll be the town's talk.

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