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TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

PART I

Han x reader. (s)

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Synopsis: You and Han become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle. (12,9k words)

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If you were in paradise with good company and had to resist sex, could you?

We found the hottest, horniest, commitment-phobic singles and gave them what they think is the most exotic and erotic summer of their lives.

Only to reveal that one thing is off the menu is sex.

At stake is a prize of $200,000 which will plummet if they get naughty. The question is, in a world without sex, will they form deeper and more meaningful connections?

Or will the temptation be too hot to handle?

"I'm here!" Han announces his arrival and shouts it toward the beach.

Instead of feeling nervous, he feels good to be the first one to enter the villa. At least this way, he wouldn't feel intimidated when he sees people who are more good-looking than him.

There's not much to do with no one to interact with, he grabs one of the cocktails served on the small round table and takes a sip.

He turns the other way, sipping his cocktail while looking at the beautiful view of the sea that goes as far as his eyes can see.

"Oh, it's so gorgeous here," he says with a delightful sigh.

Little did he know, that's not the only gorgeous thing he'll see today.

HAN: I'm charming 24/7, that's for sure [laughs] Girls often say they like my smile [brightly smiles] and I won't disagree with that [chuckles] I'm all about a good chat, I'm good listener. I gather pieces of information, I use them at the right time, and [makes shooting gesture] That's part of the secret.

Han has to squint his eyes against the blinding sunlight and see two girls coming his way. He sips his drink to fuel his confidence and prepares himself to make a good first impression.

"Wow. You girls look amazing!" Han says out of wonder, not hesitating to let his thoughts out.

He hates to see women objectively but it's hard not to. Not when they're dressed in something that leaves so little to the imagination.

"We can say the same about you," The taller one says, talking as if she's half moaning.

"I'm Mikaela," she introduces herself, not hesitating to pull him into a hug.

Mikaela has shiny dark hair, plump lips, and a height he doesn't have, yet it's not going to stop him from pursuing her.

But it's too early to settle down yet. He turns to the other girl who's more his height and gives her a quick hug.

"I'm Han," he introduces his name first.

"I'm Nya," she replies.

Nya's brown skin glows under the sun and when she smiles, she shows her perfect white teeth.

"Can we drink this?" She asks in a thick British accent.

Stunned by how attractive the girls are, Han forgets about making a good, first impression. He hurriedly hands the drinks over to the girls and proposes a toast.

They're clinking their glasses against each other and take a sip at the same time.

"So, Han, what is your type?" Mikaela asks.

It may seem like a harmless question but it's actually not, she wants him to choose between the two of them. He needs to be careful with what he says if he wants to please them.

"I don't really have a type... but uh... I like eyes, gorgeous eyes," he says.

They nod at you, not quite figuring out what he says by that. He comes up with something to amuse them both, "I like a gorgeous smile too and you both have that."

That works wonderfully as they're smiling and laughing at his answer.

"Cheers to that!" Mikaela says, clinking her glass with his.

"I think the three of us can do something while we wait for the others," Nya suggests an idea.

An idea that gives Han a glimpse of what her personality is. Don't get him wrong, he likes girls who know how to have fun, he just doesn't expect it coming from Nya.

"Yeah? What do you have in mind?" Han playfully dares her.

Nya sips her drink to avoid answering his question then breaks into a series of giggles.

Sadly, the threesome must end as the second male guest enters the villa.

Han would be lying if he said he was not the slightest bit intimidated. Not only he doesn't have his height, but he also doesn't have that Greek God-like body and facial hair that enhances his masculinity.

"How are you doing, man?" He asks Han who's gobsmacked by how tall he is as he stands next to him.

"Good, good," he answers, exchanging a quick hug with him.

He can see honey dripping from Nya's eyes as she looks at the new guy, "What is your name?"

"Rio," he answers.

"Where are you from, Rio?" Mikaela asks, holding her glass close to her lips.

"I'm from Brazil," he answers, taking a drink for himself.

Mikaela giggles even though there's nothing funny about what he says. She fixes her hair as she says, "Rio, you are so gorgeous."

It feels like Han has become invisible to everyone. He quietly sips his drink and tries not to despair. There are more to come and who knows? He'll find someone more suitable to him, more of his type.

Han has to be patient as two more male guests enter the villa, successfully making his confidence shrink.

He bursts into laughter as he's standing between Peyton and Finn like two gorgeous, white pillars of a Greek temple.

And as if that's not enough, the female guest who just entered is also tall.

"Fuck. I'm so small, it's a joke," he says, trying to lighten up his mood by making a fool out of himself.

The boys around him laugh at his joke and almost miss out on the new girl's introduction.

"I'm Sawyer," she says with a cute smile.

"So, Sawyer, what is your type?" Nya asks, going straight to the point.

Han stands up straight and funnily, the other guys are lining up so Sawyer can take a good look at them. He stands on his tiptoes to match the other's heights, earning good laughs from the girls.

"Well, let's say I'm looking more into their personality..." her answer gets cut off as the last male guest enters the scene.

He looks like a textbook bad boy with long, brown hair and tattoos on his body, he has that smoldering eyes that certainly does thing to the girls as he takes all of their attention away.

Confidently, he walks around introducing himself to the girls, kissing them on the cheeks, and keeps his introduction short by only telling his name, "Asher."

So far, no one has caught his eyes or struck his fancy, he doesn't find the sparks he usually gets when he sees someone he likes.

He can only hold onto the hope that he'll find what he's looking for on the last two female guests.

On the other hand, he can't help but expect disappointment and...

"Oh, they're too fit!" Sawyer cutely gasps.

Han glances up from his drink to see what she's fussing about and the boys are howling in reaction to girls walking into the villa.

HAN: Oh, we're so spoiled for choice [laughs]

It's kind of unfair that they make you enter the villa with someone as gorgeous as Avery.

Except for the dark brown, she looks like the Malibu Barbie. She has perfect skin, that hourglass body figure, and a nice smile. Meanwhile, you look like a long-forgotten, doodled-on Barbie with tattoos scattered across your body.

"Are you nervous?" She asks with an Australian accent.

She looks so cute as she nervously giggles, "Not really," you answer.

It's everyone there who should be nervous because they haven't seen her. You're not jealous, if anything, you want to date her for yourself.

"Should we hold hands?" She offers her hand to you.

You look around at the staff preparing your entrance to the villa, "I'm not sure..."

Your words are trailing off as the staff gives the cute for both of you to start walking into the villa.

To your surprise, you don't feel nervous at all. You feel excited to meet a lot more attractive people and can't wait to know them.

You turn your head and see Avery, looking not as nervous as she seemed to be earlier.

She looks gorgeous with the sun hits her eyes, showing off her beautiful green eyes with a tint of brown in the middle.

It's kind of expected that she's catching all the attention and the boys seem to be curious about Avery that they just can't take their eyes off of her.

"I'm Avery, hi," she introduces herself.

She makes eyes with everyone and Han returns the eye contact with a wide smile on his face.

"Do you fancy anyone, Avery?" Nya asks, being the one that leads the conversation again.

Avery looks at the boys with a smile dancing on her face, Sligh nodding when her eyes hover between Han and Asher.

"Yeah..." she answers then looks away to sip her drink.

"And how about you?" Nya asks.

Everyone turns their attention to you as you quietly grab a drink for yourself. You hold your drink in your hand as you answer, "Honestly, I fancy everyone here."

You look at Nya and continue talking, "I go both ways so bring 'em all in, I guess?" you say with a sly smirk.

Nya seems amused by your answer, "I like that, girl!" She says, clinking her glass with you after.

"Please, save some for us," Rio playfully says.

You nonchalantly shrug and say, "I don't mind sharing."

You secretly steal a few glances at the guy who's been eyeing Avery the second she came into the villa. He looks so cute and cute guys are your weaknesses.

YOU: Hi, nice to meet you. I'm— [holds up hand] that sounds so lame, let me do it again! [Laughs] Hey, what's up? It's your girl [blows kisses] I like to keep a low profile. When I see someone I like, I just give them the eyes and they'll get it [Winks] I have standards, of course. But at the end of the day, I have the worst criteria [laughs]

The girls are cheering in excitement as they're the first to enter the bedroom.

There are five beds and ten people in here which means everyone has to pair up. The options are still wide open even though he sees Avery sitting on the bed with Asher.

He's half-heartedly listening to the conversation happening in the room as everyone is asking each other about their profession.

He sits on the bed to engage in the conversation as Peyton just told everyone that he works as a model which explains his perfect figure.

"What about you?" Peyton turns to Avery.

She tips her head to the side and it's so adorable of her "Why don't you guess?"

"I think you model too," Finn guesses.

She surprisingly shakes her head, "No, I'm a singer," she says.

Han finds the opportunity to inject himself into the conversation.

"Oh, me too!" He says with such enthusiasm.

"Yeah?" Avery asks.

Han eagerly nods, especially now he has her attention, "What's your sign?"

"I'm a Pisces," she answers.

It's obvious that he can't match his star sign with hers but he won't let it get in his way, "My moon is in Pisces!" He says with a gasp.

"We have a lot of commons," he says, holding both his hands up for a double high-five with her.

"I think we should kiss," Han shamelessly adds.

Avery bursts into laughter hearing Han's proposition but to his surprise, she says, "Just a peck then."

She gets up from the bed and meets Han in the middle, their lips meet for a mere second until Avery breaks the kiss. There are various reactions from everyone but Han notices a few jealous eyes in a few of them. His way of flirting may seem random and a bit silly but hey, it works!

HAN: I'm feeling two or three of them but Avery... [whistles] Great body, great smile.

It seems like Han is not the only one who has the hots for Avery.

As he chats with Rio with his legs dipped in the swimming pool, he sees that Asher pulls her aside, talking on the wooden chair that overlooks the sea.

He turns at Rio and playfully asks, "What do you think he's saying?"

Rio lets out a chuckle and shrugs, "He's probably saying 'you're the most beautiful girl' and stuff like that," he replies.

Han chuckles at that as he keeps watching the two of them talking. He must admit that Asher wins on visual but it's not a guarantee that he'll be able to win her over with just his look.

Also, he already bagged a peck from Avery.

"How about you? Mikaela, huh?" Han says, guessing that Rio has his eyes on the beautiful, dark-haired girl.

Rio leans with his hands propped behind him and softly laughs, "She's got a banging, banging body," he says the word twice to emphasize how hot she is.

"I think I'll give it a shot, you know, and see what she's saying," Rio concludes.

Well, if he were Rio, he wouldn't worry about not getting a girl. He could only wish to have his sculpted body and he is indeed envious of him for it.

"Finn is going for Avery too," Rio informs.

"Yeah?" He asks with a painful laugh.

Rio laughs while brushing his dark curls to the back, "All I can say to you is best of luck," he says with a sly smile.

Well, the fact that he has competitions only means that Avery is that girl.

HAN: There's a competition going on for Avery [laughs] Well, I say let the games begin [rubs hands together]

This show is called Party in Paradise for a reason.

Everyone is so revved up and ready for the first party in the villa. The boys are already gathered at the beach, taking a glass of cocktail and making a toast.

"I saw my boy Peyton made his move earlier with Nya," Asher says.

"What?" Han asks in disbelief, completely clueless about it.

Peyton sips his drink with a bragging smirk plastered on his face, "It was nice, it was nice," he coyly responds to that.

"Are you trying to one me up or what?" Han jokes.

He swallows his drink before replying, "Something is going to happen tonight," he cryptically says.

Everyone raises their glasses in the air for another toast and Han wants to keep his focus sharp so he's only taking little sips of it.

Not long after, the girls are coming and dressed stunningly, carefully walking down the steps that lead to the beach. All of them look beautiful in their own way but Avery is exceptionally gorgeous to him.

HAN: I need to make a move on Avery. I need to make a progress.

The first round of drinks has been drained and everyone moved on to the next round right away. Music is blasting, sending everyone to start moving their bodies to the upbeat music.

Everyone is having fun and getting to know each other with every sip of drink, dancing with each other, not caring that the cameras are filming everything.

You've been instructed to take the lead on the first quest since everyone will take their turn anyway, you've been briefed on everything about the first quest.

When the music abruptly stops, you take it as your cue to take control of the show.

"You guys, I've been tasked to lead the first quest and..." you look at them to build anticipation.

"Don't worry, it's a fun quest!" You assure them, allowing them to stay loosen up.

You grab an eye mask that has been prepared by the staff and show it to everyone, "Each one of you will take turns to stand here," you pointed to the marked spot with a foam mat.

"And you'll put this on," you show them the eye mask again.

You take a few seconds of pause before letting them know the most fun part of it, "And any of you can come to kiss, lick, taste, bite, anything..."

You look at them and emphasize the word again, "Anything!"

Everyone is cheering in reaction, given the chance to do whatever they want to the person they fancy. You can expect a lot of lips locking and fondling in a few minutes.

"Don't get excited yet!" You put a halt to the pheromones you're spreading through your words.

You slyly smile, enjoying the little piece of authority you have over the show.

"The quest is, you have to guess who does what to you and whoever with the most correct answers," you turn around to show them the mysterious box behind you.

You step aside so everyone can look, "You'll get to open the mystery box!"

That earns a wave of applause from them, gets them wondering what's inside the box, and is determined to win the quest.

"Sadly, I don't know what's inside the box," you hurriedly tell them before they get suspicious that you know more than them.

You look around to spot any exciting person to kickstart the game. You notice that Mikaela seems eager to get something out of Rio.

"Mikaela, will you do the honor to be the first?"

She smiles brightly and confidently steps forward, squealing in excitement. You help put the eye mask on without ruining her styled hair and take a step back.

"You ready?" You ask her.

She wriggles her body, "I'm ready!"

Don't want to waste the chance, you steal a quick peck on her lips and earn a surprise gasp from some people.

"That's you!" Mikaela easily guesses.

You walk back to your seat while laughing and see that Rio is also taking his turn after you.

YOU: I got my make-up on, I did my hair and I'm... going to get a kiss from everyone [laughs]

Peyton stirs a little chaos as he kisses Sawyer and it's not hard to see a displease look on Nya's face after, probably for the rest of the night too.

The time finally comes to Avery's turn. She carefully covers her eyes with the eye mask and with a smile, she makes gestures with her hands.

"Come and get it," she says, swinging her hips side to side.

Han wastes not another second to sprint to her and lands the first kiss on her lips. He gives everything he has to offer, kissing her with the skill he honed from years of experience and putting all of himself into this one kiss.

A kiss that he hoped would be enough to enchant her and put her under his spell.

Han slowly pulls away as his lungs burn from the lack of oxygen, gasping as he looks at Avery's face.

"We share another common thing," he says.

"Huh? What?" Avery asks, still disoriented from the kiss.

"We're both great kissers," he answers.

Avery covers her mouth as she breaks into laughter and as soon as Han leaves his spot, Finn takes his turn to kiss her and he has to watch it.

"Oh, this is mad!" Rio comments while elbowing his sides next to him.

And right after that, Asher takes the next turn and kisses Avery, getting mixed reactions from everyone. That's probably because she gets the most kisses so far.

Avery takes off her eye mask and wipes her lips, trying to clean her smudged lipstick.

"Can you guess, Avery baby?" Nya asks.

She looks in his direction to get any clues on the person who kissed her.

"The first kiss is you," she easily guesses, using both hands to point at him.

Han is inexplicably proud of her for guessing right, he believes the peck helped her to identify his kiss.

"The second one is... uhm..." she bites her finger as she thinks.

She then scrunches her nose and doing it so adorably, "I think it's Finn?"

"And the last one?" You ask.

"That's Asher," she shortly answers, not having the slightest doubt in it.

Han looks at Asher who is nodding along, feeling cocky that Avery recognized his kiss. It seems like the competition has started for real.

HAN: The competition is... real mad! [laughs]

It's his turn now.

Han drains his drink that he's been sipping little by little and he needs every drop of courage to ready himself for it. When he looks at the other boys, they seem to have it easy because they're undeniably attractive and he feels slightly scared that the other will treat him differently because he's less attractive than the other.

Well, he should mainly focus on the keyword: attractive.

Han is attractive nonetheless.

The layer of anxiety is safely hidden behind his playful smirk as he takes his stand and covers his eyes with the eye mask. He licks his lips and slyly smiles as he says, "Come on! Daddy's home!"

Even though the possibility is close to zero percent, he badly wishes that he could get a kiss from Avery. He laughs as he remembers that he shouldn't take this too seriously, he's here to have fun, it's Party in Paradise.

He can hear the girls giggling and the boys cooing, he takes that as a sign that someone is approaching him. He swallows air as his heart is pitter-pattering and his chest filled with anticipation.

He's seen the other boys take their turn and everyone at least gets a smooch so he stands there expecting one as well.

Instead of that, he feels a kiss on his neck. He shouldn't feel disappointed but he can't help it. He focuses on trying to guess who it is.

Before getting his answer, he hears everyone cooing again and a few light claps.

He anticipates it and this time he believes that he'll get a kiss on the lips.

He indeed gets a kiss but not from one. He feels two pairs of lips kissing him at once and he doesn't mind it at all. It surprises him that he can only let them kiss him.

It's incredibly soft and warm, a little wet. He feels a few licks in here and there.

Too bad that he can't see it but it makes him visualize it in his head, him making out with these two girls, and fuck, it's so hot it gets him so horny.

He doesn't want to guess anymore, he keeps wanting to kiss them because they're both good at it, they know how to use their tongues, and makes him feel a bit lightheaded.

Someone pulls away first and he can hear her softly gasping while the other is still kissing him, taking a bit of his lower lip before letting it go.

Han hears another series of giggles but the sounds are fading, the girls are probably walking back to their seats. He takes a minute to compose himself, then takes off his eye mask.

The first thing he does to get his vision back is look at girls to scan any guilty faces. He can easily guess the one who kisses his neck.

"The one who kissed my neck is..." he points his finger at Sawyer and she reacts with blushed cheeks and a shy laugh, which proves that he's right.

This is where it gets tricky, he was enjoying every bit of that sexy makeout to try to guess who are they. He looks at the girls and they're giving him vague signs.

Sawyer is out of options and he knows Mikaela has no interest in him. That leaves you, Nya, and Avery.

As much as he wants to believe that it's Avery, he doesn't want to make it obvious to her. So he settles on you and Nya.

"Nah, you're wrong," Nya tells him.

His eyes widen in shock and he doesn't want to get over his head but is it possible that one of them is Avery?

He walks back to his seat with a dreading curiosity, "Who was it?"

Rio playfully punches his arm, "It's those girls!"

His eyes follow the direction of Rio's hand and he's even more surprised to know that he's right.

It's you and Avery.

HAN: I don't know what else to say [shrugs] I made out with the two hottest girls in the villa [smirks]

Not trying to compete with the other three boys but you're sure that the last person that kissed you is Avery.

"I know it's you," you point at her.

Avery may look like an angel, she walks and talks like an angel but she has the devil inside of her. You know that she's just like you, she's all about the vibe and having fun. You believe you would be good friends with her.

"I would be sad if you guessed it wrong," she says.

"I know," you coyly answer.

The game ends with you and it's time to announce the winner of the quest. It's an easy call because the one with the most correct guesses is none other than Avery.

"Come up here!" You order.

She gets up from her chair and walks up to you, leading her to the mystery box as she's the winner which earned her the chance to be the one opening it.

"I've been told that the content of this box will truly change this trip into an experience you won't forget," you inform everyone.

Avery gives you a nervous look as she grips the handle on the lid of the box.

"Are guys ready?" You ask everyone to keep the tension.

"Yeah!" They answer in unison.

You look at Avery and nod, "There's no turning back once you open it!"

You jokingly say that to scare her before walking back to your seat and joining everyone else as anticipation mounts in each passing second.

Avery looks at everyone and squints her eyes, "Count with me, please!"

Everyone agrees to start counting down together, "3..."

Avery decides to stand behind the box and holds the handle of the box again.

"2..."

You wonder what's inside the box, it looks small from where you're sitting but you have seen it up close, it could fit anything and it could be anything inside.

"1..."

Avery closes her eyes as she lifts the lid and the box unfolds on every side, exposing the content to everyone's watching.

You don't want to believe what you're seeing but then it chimes.

"Oh... fuck!" You curse out loud and you're not the only one doing so.

YOU: Are you joking?

"What is it?" Avery asks as she hasn't opened her eyes yet.

She then puts the lid away and sees what everyone is seeing, the cone that lights up in purple-hued colors.

"What is that?" She cluelessly asks.

"That's Lana!" Nya screams with a strained voice.

"That's fucking Lana!" She says again with a doomed expression.

Avery's eyes widen in horror and she drags herself back to sit, wedging herself between you and Mikaela.

You guess everyone is just in shock about the sudden turn of events and that everyone is trapped in her show. You hate that you know what's coming for you.

"This is Too Hot To Handle," Lana announces, telling everyone that she is running this show from the very beginning.

"You have been specially selected because you are all choosing meaningless sex over genuine relationships."

"Guilty!" Asher says with a hand raised like he's in a classroom.

"The purpose of this retreat is to help you gain deeper emotional connections in your personal relationships."

Avery drops her head on your shoulder and grumbles, "I don't want that, Lana."

You put your hand around her, feeling what she's feeling: betrayal and devastation.

"As always, there are conditions to your stay here. You must abstain from sexual practices for the entirety of your stay."

You close your eyes and try to take the first bitter pill, swallowing it dry, and pushing it as far down as you can.

"Are you jok—" Mikaela can't even finish her sentence.

"No kissing."

"What?" Avery gasps in disbelief.

"No heavy petting."

Mikaela sighs, running her hand to her hair and ruining her hairstyle altogether.

"And no sex of any kind."

That earns a lot of gasp from everyone and there goes down the biggest, most bitter pill you have to take.

"This also applies to self-gratification."

Mikaela sighs again while Nya squeals in both pain and amusement.

"What does it mean?" Sawyer innocently asks.

"You can't masturbate, babe," Avery answers her question with a pout.

"At all?" She asks again to confirm her fear.

So they threw a bunch of hot people into a villa and tricked them into thinking that they would be partying and having fun only to reveal that they're not allowed to have any physical contact? What in the 21st century way of torture is this?

YOU: There goes my plan to kiss everyone... I was planning to get a taste here and there and now it's like... No [sighs]

"As part of your social development, I have allocated a prize of $200,000."

Everyone's eyes turn green at the mention of money and the amount of it, also at the promise that they can win it.

"I'm a college student. I need that!" Finn comments from the end of the bench.

"Each time the rules are broken, money will be deducted from the prize fund."

Of course, it wouldn't be that easy to win that much money and now it looks like everyone would be leaving with nothing.

But with the rules are set and the prize is announced, the game gets serious now.

"Welcome to your long, hard, sexless summer," Lana finishes with the gloom casting on those words.

"Everyone gets ready now 'cause it's not Party in Paradise anymore," Nya reminds everyone with the harsh truth.

"It's hell now," Mikaela eggs in.

Han personally thinks this is worse than hell. Because at least in hell, he'd be allowed to get horny.

HAN: $200,000... That's a lot of money... to spend [smirks]

"Please, can we not?"

The last thing you want to hear is everyone complaining about the rules again and it's only dragging you down more than you allowed it to.

"I'm just upset..." Mikaela says as she takes off her earrings and puts them into a jewelry box.

"I know," you sigh, tossing your shoes into the bottom shelf of your closet.

It takes you a long time to get ready for bed but it's most likely because the girls are chatting and you can't help but join in. Trying to keep yourself away from sex is hard but being able to talk about it is what makes it bearable.

You and Avery walk to the bedroom with arms linked, you just know you'll be friends by how you identify a few traits of yours in her.

The boys are already taking their territory except for Finn, you know he's still in the dresser room. You're fine sharing a bed with anyone but you try not to make drama by getting on a bed with someone's person of interest.

Since Avery is the hot commodity, you make her choose where she'll sleep tonight.

"So, Avery, what's the bed situation?" You ask her.

A few pairs of ears perk up hearing the question and you notice that the three men competing are watching as Avery is making a decision.

She walks up to the bed in the middle, "I'll sleep here."

Asher triumphantly smiles as Avery climbs onto his bed and gets under the cover next to him.

Now that she has settled on a man, you can choose your bed partner at ease. Rio is off-limits unless you want to face Mikaela's wrath and Peyton is also out of the question, you don't want to mess with Nya.

You walk over to Han's bed and you kind of like the vibe he's giving you, you know he's into Avery but it's not like he has much of options, it's either you and Sawyer.

"Want to share a bed?" You ask.

Han glances at you and without answering, makes a space on the bed for you. He seems to take an interest in the tattoos inked your body and he notices that you're watching.

"How many tattoos do you have?" He asks.

You lean against the pillow stacked behind you, "Uhm... I never counted," you reply.

It's amusing to see the wonder in his eyes as he's looking at your tattoos, making you feel like teasing him.

"How about I get naked and you can count my tattoos for me?"

He blinks his eyes at you, "I can promise you I'll do well at that," he says.

You chuckle at his witty answer and outstretched your arms to showcase the small tattoos on both of your arms.

He turns on the bed to lay on his side facing you, "Which one is your favorite?"

You take a few seconds to think of an answer, "I think it's the one on my spine."

You take all of your hair to one shoulder before turning your back at him, to show him the tattoo you're talking about.

His finger pulls down the silk camisole you're wearing so he can take a better look at it.

"Yeah, that's nice," he agrees with you.

You lean back on your pillow again and look at him, "How about you? Do you have any favorite yet?" You playfully ask.

He slyly smiles even before he begins talking, "Well, I believe there are tattoos that I have not yet seen," he says with one eyebrow slightly raised higher than the other.

Han knows how to amuse you, he's attractive in a different way than the other guys. It makes you want to tease him more.

"You mean like this one?" You lift the front of your camisole to show him the tattoo you have under your left breast.

He almost chokes on air as he breaks into laughter, "That could be my favorite," he says.

You nod and laugh along with him, "I'll show you more but I'm afraid we have to wait for third base," you jokingly say.

That amuses him so much, he collapses on his side of the bed and covers his eyes as he laughs. He has that laugh that only enhances the hilarity and you can't help to laugh along.

YOU: Han is cute, yeah, I think we'll get on well.

The lights are on and Han would still be sleeping if you didn't shift on the bed to take your water tumbler from the bedside table.

As everyone is slowly getting up and dragging themselves out of slumber, Lana's chime startles everyone.

"Oh, it wasn't a dream," Nya groans from the next bed to his.

Yeah, right, Han forgot about the sex ban until that cone lights up on top of the small glass table in the middle of the room.

"Good morning, everyone!" Lana greets.

Han props a pillow behind his head and you take his arm out so you can rest your head on it.

"Morning, hon!" You sleepily reply.

"I'd like to remind you that you're in a retreat but I do hope you enjoy your summer of sun, sea, and no sex," Lana concludes her morning greeting, leaving everyone with the awakening truth that they're not allowed to touch each other.

Han looks over to Avery's bed and wonders how is he going to make a move on her with Lana cockblocking him?

"Right. I'm going back to sleep," you grumble, closing your eyes and nuzzling your head in his neck.

Han slips his hand in your hair, playing with it as he's listening to the talk happening in the room.

"Is anyone still pissed off?" Nya asks everyone how they feel.

Peyton is the first one to raise his hand and Mikaela adds her opinion on the matter, "I think it's impossible to connect with someone without touching them, don't you think?"

Han is too busy thinking of his game plan now that the competition is getting tough and Asher is a point ahead of him.

"I think we need to tell each other if someone is—" Sawyer's words got cut off by Asher.

"At the end of the day, just don't lie," Asher remarks.

Han turns his head to the side only to bury his nose in your hair, catching the scent of your shampoo.

"Your hair smells so good," he says to you.

You hum with your eyes still closed and splayed your hand on his chest, "And you have nice pecs."

You both softly laugh at the compliments you give each other.

Last night, you both fell asleep after having a chat about random things, getting to know each other with jokes slipped in between.

Han must say that he likes you, you're fun to be around and you don't take things seriously. But then again, his eyes are on Avery.

HAN: I woke up next to her and it was great, I like her but... I like Avery more.

After taking a quick dip in the beach, you're walking past the boys who are working out on the way back to the villa.

"Looking good wet," Asher teases you with a lopsided grin on his face.

Too bad you're immune to sweet nothings like that, you flash him a smile and keep climbing the stairs back to the villa.

The other girls are already done with their make-up and leaving the dressing room empty, allowing you to get ready in peace.

In the middle of doing your hair, Nya enters the room and takes a seat next to you.

"What's up, hottie?" You ask while looking in the mirror to make sure you don't burn your scalp with the straightening iron.

Nya grabs her make-up pouch from the other side of the vanity table and takes out a brush. She seems to have something to say to you but hesitates to tell you.

After a while, she finally confesses, "Peyton and I, we kissed last night."

You're more shocked by the fact that she shares this with you rather than the kiss itself. They're horny for each other, it's only about time that they rule break.

You softly chuckle and gently comb your hair with your fingers, "How many times?"

"Just once," she answers while applying makeup on her cheeks.

"I'm impressed!" You playfully respond.

Nya chuckles at that and swivels her chair to face you, "What do you think? Is it three grand? For a kiss?" She asks with a nervous smile.

You put down the straightening iron and lean back on your chair, "I think so, yeah."

Nya takes lipstick out of her pouch next, "I didn't give a fuck at that moment," she says.

From your observation, Nya indeed doesn't give a fuck about the rules. She broke them hours after Lana put on the sex ban and you believe she wouldn't stop there.

"You saw how he kissed me last night during the game and I was a bit horny that we're sharing the bed..." she stops talking as she breaks into breathless chuckles.

"So, Peyton, huh?"

"Well, yeah, once I set my eyes on someone, I will get them," Nya remarks, affirming her strong personality.

"Sorry not sorry, Sawyer," she adds and couldn't care less about anyone else.

Which reminds you to never get on her bad side. You continue styling your hair while keeping the conversation going.

"Yeah, I think you guys are so cute," you comment even though you're not sure that Peyton will make a loyal partner considering that he kissed another girl right in front of her.

"What about you? How are you feeling?" She asks.

This is a dating show and you're well aware that you should get a partner to make this work but no one really tugs at your heartstrings.

Well, there is Han but he's certainly not available to you.

"I came to meet people and have fun, that's what I'm here for," you settle on a simple answer because you have no idea what you can do without a partner in this show.

"Yeah, yeah," Nya half-heartedly responds, "but who are you feeling?"

You must take another pause on doing your hair, "I like Han, he's cute. I like cute guys," you honestly answer.

Nya smiles listening to you talking, "He is. He is cute."

"But I think he's into Avery," you add, not letting her encourage you to pursue him.

Nya nods, getting the gist of it since it's obvious that Avery is the most popular girl in the retreat. She swipes her full lips with nude-colored lipstick and smacks her lips together.

"Once they know about the kiss, we're going to get hated," Nya once again worries about what would happen when Lana announces the infraction they've done last night.

"I think you should just... own up to it," you suggest.

Honest is the best policy and also, you think people will be less upset if they admit their mistake right away.

YOU: Knowing that someone already broke the rules. It's only about time that someone else starts doing it too.

Han has just come out of the shower when Lana calls everyone to the cabana.

He combs his wet hair fast and walks with Finn to where everyone has gathered, sitting on the curved sofa facing the cone-shaped lady.

He squeezes himself between you and Sawyer, putting his arm on the headrest of the sofa as he waits for Lana to come online.

You look over your shoulder at him, "You smell nice."

"I showered," he simply answers with a sly grin on his face.

"That changes everything," you joke, then rest your head on his shoulder,

The cone lights up followed by the melodic chime that he should get used to hearing it. There must be a reason why everyone is called to the cabana, someone must have done something.

"Hello, everyone!" Lana begins.

"Hey, Lana," he replies, suddenly feeling nervous even though he hasn't done anything yet.

"The rules of my retreat have already been broken."

Everyone collectively gasps at that announcement and this is where they get suspicious of each other.

"Oh, no..." Sawyer sighs.

Finn sits on the edge of the sofa and clasps his hands together in front of him, "Anybody wants to come clean?" He asks.

Han gets the feeling that Finn would play the good cop here and he also senses that you know something, "Did we kiss in our sleep or what?"

"If that's the case, I wouldn't stop at kissing," you joke back at him with a gentle slap on his forearm.

Unexpectedly, what you said makes him flutter inside, he almost forgot that someone broke the rules and possibly, it involves Avery.

"I'm so confused," Sawyer says as if it's a math problem that she needs to solve.

No one wants to come forward and it creates animosity in the air. He doesn't like what this leads to, he hopes that someone comes forward so things won't get ugly.

"Who's guilty?" He throws the question in with his eyes uneasily glancing in Avery's direction.

"I thought we were going to be truthful with each other," Finn reminds everyone about the unwritten rules they made this morning.

The calm on Nya's face shatters as Rio says, "You're looking real guilty right now, Nya."

"Yeah, okay, it was me," she finally confesses.

Nya tips her head to the side then looks at Peyton, "Peyton and I kissed."

Han glares at Peyton, he expects that at least he would man up and own up to it. But Han feels a relief knowing that it wasn't Avery.

"This breach of rules has cost the group $3,000," Lana announces.

Oh? Three thousand dollars? For a kiss? That's a surprise but still, he would spend that much for a kiss with Avery.

"The prize fund now stands at $197,000," Lana updates.

"I'm so vexed, you know," Finn says, being the only one who is genuinely upset about losing money.

While the others... the others seem to have waited for someone to break the wave so they can start to rule break too.

And that includes him.

HAN: Best believe if anybody is going to rule break next, it's me [cackles]

"Hello, I'm Josh and I'm a professional tantric practitioner," the instructor for today's workshop introduces himself.

Your eyebrow raises in intrigue at the mention of the word 'tantric' and how it would help everyone to not think about sex.

"Tantric? What is that?" Sawyer naively asks next to you.

"Just listen to the instructor," you tell her with a pat on her shoulder.

"Usually, when we relate to other people, everything is fast, right?" Josh says.

You nod in agreement while shielding your eyes from the bright sun.

"Someone touches you, you touch them back. You kiss this person, they kiss you back but we don't feel it," he eloquently explains while walking around and making eye contact with everyone.

"That's what this workshop is for. For you to learn how to feel your body," he further explains.

He walks back to the middle and looks at everyone, "Pleasure is not in the other. Pleasure is in yourself."

Then Josh orders everyone to gather in the middle as he explains what we're going to do next. He holds a tray full of blindfolds for everyone.

"Usually, people relate tantra to sexuality. But that's just a really small part. Every aspect of you can benefit from increased awareness," Josh informs.

He then offers the tray to Asher who stands close to him, ordering him to get one.

"So we're going to broaden the awareness of our vision, of our breathing, our sounds, our movements..."

You put the blindfold on and tie it around your head, putting you in total blindness.

"We put the blindfolds on so the experience can just be your experience," he concludes before starting the session.

Josh instructs everyone to move their bodies, walk around, and eventually bump into each other's bodies. You get goosebumps when your body crashes with someone, you can feel their heat and feel them skin-to-skin.

Then Josh orders everyone to take a step back and blindly, get a partner to do the next session.

You catch the person that you inexplicably guess is standing in front of you and holding him.

"Oh, I found one!" You reflexively say.

Your partner chuckles at that and from the laugh, you can tell who it is.

"Got you," you tell him with a grin.

"Okay, now, breathe..." Josh instructed, "Breathe her in. Breathe him in."

You slip your hands under and around his waist while he places his hands on your back, also holding you back.

You lean your head forward and meet his head in the middle, ending up putting our heads together. This way you can feel his breath on you and every subtle sound he makes.

"It's time to reveal who your partner was," Josh finally allows everyone to take their blindfolds off.

You untie it on the back of your head and burst into laughs the moment your eyes meet.

YOU: I just can tell who it is the moment we touch [laughs]

"These emotional processes happen but they can only be experienced if you're present."

Now that everyone has partnered up, each pair takes a seat on the mat and sits facing each other. As Han puts his legs on each side of you, you decide to put your legs over his.

"You can get back to your connection through the eyes," Josh continues.

You both can't stop laughing at each other and the longer you maintain eye contact with him, the more you can't stop yourself from laughing.

"Don't lose her. Don't lose him."

"I think it would be better if we close our eyes," you suggest, holding his hands in substitute of that and pressing your heads together.

"Tantra is a way of connecting with your essence. With your feelings."

And you focus on doing what Josh told you to do, focusing on your breathing to be able to intensely feel things with your senses.

"Deep breathe, not deep penetration," Han reminds you.

Once again, you fail to keep your composure and break into a wave of laughter.

"Now, lie down. It's time for you to feel your whole body vibration."

You both lie down facing against each other with your legs still around him and he places his hand on your shin, softly rubbing the skin with his thumb.

"One must learn to connect deeply with oneself. That's tantra. A way through which you can truly connect with yourself."

Maybe because you let yourself open to it, you can feel that connection, it's as if your body is one with earth. You can feel the ground beneath, you can hear the waves crashing and the warmth of the afternoon sun on your skin.

"Now you can sit up," Josh orders.

You slowly open your eyes and sit up, meeting Han's eyes again but this time, you smile at him.

"That was good," you mutter to him.

"Right?" He agrees with you.

You rest your head on his shoulder and continue to sit close facing each other, feeling each other's bodies in a whole new way.

Josh finishes the workshop with one last instruction: a group hug.

YOU: I think I learned how to get to know myself better and to not hold in what I really feel [smiles]

"You all look so sexy!"

You compliment everyone who's getting ready in the dressing room while searching for someone. Avery gleefully smiles at your compliment.

"You look good in those sexy jeans!"

It sounds like she's making fun of it and you look down to check if you look okay in what you're wearing, "Am I underdressed?"

"No. Your butt looks cute in it," Avery assures you with a playful slap on your clothed ass.

To make room for everyone else who hasn't gotten ready yet, you move to the bedroom and find the one you're looking for. Han is sitting on the bed already dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt with the top three buttons left open.

After the workshop, you feel somehow closer to him and you get along really well, you wonder if it could be more.

"Hiya, sexy!" You greet him.

Han glances up and pats the space on the bed, gesturing for you to sit next to him.

"How are you?" He asks.

"Good. You?" You ask back while sitting down and propping a hand against the bed.

"I'm good, thanks," he answers with a smile.

There's no one else in the bedroom and you take it as an opportunity to ask him about something.

"So, where's your head at?" You ask.

Han puts his hand under his head and simply says, "It's right here."

You chuckle and tip your head to the side, "I mean... who do you like in here?"

He takes a moment to take a deep breath and you guess picking his words carefully before answering you, "I think I get on really well with you," he begins.

And it's good to know that he feels the same way about it.

"But I'm more attracted to Avery," he adds, not even hesitating to tell you about it.

Well, it's also good to know that he can openly and comfortably share things with you.

"Yeah," you say, expecting that answer already.

Yet you can't quite hide your disappointment, you look away and pretend to fix your hair. That's just him basically saying that you have a great personality but that's not enough to attract him.

"As you know the three of us are pursuing Avery and we don't know which one she likes..." he says while rubbing his chin.

Instead of being salty about it, you decide to be a friend to him and give him your opinion.

"I think if you like someone, you go for it. There's no time to waste, just go and get it," you encourage while mindlessly running your hand on the bedsheet.

"Yeah," Han's head bobbing in agreement.

"You should talk to Avery and see how she feels about you," you add.

It is obvious that Han likes Avery but he's playing the cool guy trick by thinking that he'll win her over by acting like he doesn't care.

YOU: Oh, well... [awkwardly chuckles] I kind of expected that answer.

After the workshop, Han realizes that you and he bounce off each other, you're tuned in to the same wave and he agrees that it has the potential to be something more than that.

However, Han feels like he should keep pursuing Avery. Mostly because he's attracted to her, almost magnetic, and the fact that he has competition makes him want her more.

He gets out of the bedroom after knowing that Avery is no longer in the dressing room.

Turns out, Finn is already making his move on her. He sees them talking in the firepit and having a laugh, but he can't hear what they're talking about. Finn shortly leaves after kissing her on the hand.

So he's playing the romantic guy, Han reckons.

Avery once said that he likes bad boys and so he'll be it. Bad boys don't make it obvious that he likes her, they wait until they come around.

So Han decides that should be his game plan, sitting on the sofa and you know, waiting for Avery to come around.

HAN: I'm not worried about Asher so my game plan is to play it cool and see where it goes. She'll come to the right man... eventually [laughs]

After hours of no significant result, Han walks back inside to get a new place to hang out.

He decides to go to the bedroom, pushing the door with both hands only to walk into Asher and Avery cuddling on the bed.

Now he sees the flaw in his game plan, he slowly walks back out of the room as everything backfired to him.

When it's time for bed, he couldn't be happier.

Han dives into his pillow and takes a deep breath, blowing some steam off.

A moment later, he feels the bed quaking as you get on and playfully, put your body on top of him.

"We're like the twin bar ice cream," He grumbles as your body presses onto him.

His body shakes along with yours as you're laughing on top of him, then rolling yourself to the side and onto the bed next to him.

"How was your night?" You ask, playing with his dark hair.

"Average," he shortly answers.

"I'm asking about your night, not your genital size," you joke.

He chuckles before answering, "Then it's below average."

If there's anyone that makes this retreat bearable to him then it's you. He can share everything with you and what he likes the most about it is that he can seek comfort from you too.

Han scoots closer and puts his hand across your chest which you nicely welcomed. You're caressing his forearm with only your fingertips and it's relaxing him.

When the lights are out, you pull his arm and put it around you as you lie on your side with your back against his chest.

"Goodnight," you murmur.

He hesitates but with his mouth pressed close to you, he decides to kiss you on the top of your head.

"Goodnight," he murmurs back, snuggling his head on the crook of your neck.

HAN: I guess nice guys do finish last [laughs]

The bathroom is pretty much occupied by the two tall lovebirds, Rio and Mikaela.

You almost walk in on them applying sunblock on each other's bodies and slowly, walking back out of there. Stepping into the dressing room, you find Nya there with Avery who's busy putting her hair into a ponytail.

"Hello, babes," you greet them as you take a seat in your usual spot and decide to put on your sunscreen there when you usually put it on in the bathroom because it can get messy.

Mikaela joins in not long after and sits next to you, fixing her hair with a brush.

"Has anything been going on late at night?" Nya asks her since Mikaela and Rio turned up to their bed late last night.

"We held off pretty well, I guess," Mikaela answers with her half-moaning voice.

"Yeah, but has he been getting hard?" Nya asks again, being nosy as she is.

"We're pretty close," Mikaela answers with a cryptic smile.

You look at her with a dollop of sunscreen on your cheek, "Pretty close? What's that even mean?" You tease.

Before Mikaela can answer that, Lana butts in with her familiar chime, and everyone's heads turn to the cone sitting on the shelf.

"Uh-oh!" You gasp in surprise and awkwardly continue dabbing your cheeks with sunscreen.

"Girls," Lana calls out to everyone in the dressing room.

"Yeah?" Nya replies with a shocked smile.

"Please gather everyone in the bedroom," Lana orders.

You sense that Mikaela did something last night from the horror drawn on her face with her round eyes widening in slight shock.

Nya gets up from her chair but you haven't finished with your sunscreen yet.

"I'll catch up," you tell her.

You put on a sheer top over your bikini before heading to the bedroom and see that everyone is already there including Han.

He holds his hand out for you to take, gesturing for you to sit close to him at the end of your shared bed.

YOU: This can't be good news [scrunches nose]

Other than Mikaela, you notice another pair of guilty faces. No surprise if Nya broke another rule but also, you kind of guessed that Avery did something too, she keeps shaking her leg uncomfortably.

Lana chimes and the tension is already rising in the room.

"There have been breaches of the rules," Lana goes straight to business.

"Breaches?" Finn focuses on the plural terms that could tell how much money he'll be losing today.

As someone without a partner, you can relax since no one will be suspicious of you. You put your legs over Han's and rest your hand on his shoulder.

Heads are turning against each other but no one is saying anything.

"Mmh..." Avery lets out a low sigh.

You bet she did something and if yes, who did she do it with? You look at Han and wonder if he did what you told him to just go and get her.

"I'll be honest with you guys..." Asher speaks up.

There goes your answer. Avery did kiss but it's with Asher and you don't know why you feel some sort of relief on knowing it.

"I definitely lost some money last night," he pauses to scratch his head, "I pulled Avery aside and kissed her."

Avery shyly smiles and sputters her apology, "I'm–I am sorry, you guys."

Your eyes silently shift at Han and notice that he's not pleased to hear his love interest got kissed by someone else.

"This is what I wanted and I felt a genuine connection there," Asher adds.

What a way to prove that he wants to delve further into this relationship but Avery doesn't seem to be happy to hear his man declare that she is what he wanted.

"So sorry, guys," Asher concludes.

It would be stupid of you to hope that that's the only kiss that happened last night.

"There was another breach of the rules," Lana says again and she won't stop until everyone comes clean.

You look at Nya and she's not looking at anyone. Peyton seems to have decided to keep denying it and staying quiet about it.

Mikaela sighs then closes her eyes, "Why don't you tell them, Rio," she says to the man next to her.

Rio licks his lips and opens his mouth, but words do not come out of it until a minute later.

"We kissed a couple of times last night," Rio confesses and pinches the bridge of his nose after.

"A couple?" Finn asks for confirmation.

You guess what he needs to know is how many kisses in numbers.

"Five times," Rio answers.

"Oh, my gosh!" Avery sighs while rubbing her temple.

That makes you sweat a little and you take your hand off of Han's shoulder to fiddle with the strap of your bikini, also because you sense that Han gets tensed beside you.

"I mean, I can tolerate one or two kisses but five?" You confront them and keep your tone calm to not trigger anyone.

It's not a genuine connection if you needed five kisses to convince you that you're emotionally connected so yeah, you doubt that Rio and Mikaela have it.

"If you had that genuine connection, what would you do?" Rio says in his defense.

"I don't know, maybe try a bit harder?" Han finally lets out an opinion with an insinuating tone, driven by the slight anger he gets from Avery and Asher's kiss.

"That's just a waste of money," Finn mutters from his bed and a deep sigh.

"Is that all, Lana?" You ask, wanting to get it over with.

"There was another breach of the rules," Lana shares.

You don't even hold yourself back from groaning and rolling your eyes. You didn't plan to get this mad but hearing these people kissing and spending money recklessly ticked you off.

"We'll have no money," Finn mutters again and collapses onto the bed.

"Why are you smiling, Peyton?" Asher asks.

Peyton is indeed smiling and looking calm for a guilty man, "I kissed Nya last night."

Sawyer raises her hand like she's in a classroom but that works to get everyone's attention, "Wait, I'm a little confused about it because you said you were going to pursue things with me," she drops a truth bomb out of nowhere.

Nya turns Peyton around to force him to look at her, "You said to me that you wanted me, not her," she spoils more rotten truth.

This whole thing turns into a she said, he said situation and you can only watch them, going back and forth, pointing fingers at each other.

"I hate being lied to," Sawyer mutters.

Peyton rubs his chin and concludes, "I never lied to you," he says to Sawyer.

Then he turns to Nya and tells her the same thing, "And I never lied to you."

Can't help it, you let out a stifled laugh because Peyton not only digging his own grave but also putting nails on his coffin.

The ones that benefited from this are Rio and Mikaela, the love triangle mess is taking the heat off of them.

"It's obviously not working," Nya ends things for good.

Thankfully, Lana takes control of the situation to deliver the bills.

"All of these rule breaks have made me decide to implement a stricter regime. The fines will now be doubled starting with these rule breaks."

Your jaw drops at the announcement and get dizzy thinking of how much those five kisses cost alone.

"These multiple rule breaks have cost the group $42,000," Lana updates.

You scoff at the amount of money spent on a few silly kisses and have to take a few deep breaths to calm yourself.

"The prize fund now stands at $155,000."

Everyone is just as gobsmacked by how much money has been lost from the prize and if everyone keeps doing it, all of you would likely go home with nothing.

YOU: We might as well pack our things now and go home [shrugs]

A week has passed and you start to feel that you're merely wasting time here.

Not much happened around here especially after Peyton and Nya's ship sank right after that messy fight. In the end, Peyton doesn't get either Nya or Sawyer and he deserves every bit of it.

The retreat is not only about couple growth but still... If only you had someone to try to make a connection with, you would enjoy this whole experience more.

You wake up in the morning, have a few cuddles with Han, and then everyone is moving on with their day. There's not much you can do here but you try to participate as much by not breaking the rules.

As if you have someone to do it with.

Avery joins you as you walk down to the beach to swim at the beach. With the low tide, you can sit on the beach with her to cool down after swimming.

"Avery baby, tell me, how are things with Asher?" You ask out of curiosity.

What Asher did that day, defending her and openly telling everyone how he feels about her, you expect her to be swooned if not smitten.

But from what you've been seeing, it seems like things have cooled down between them.

"To be honest, I don't know..." she is just as confused as you.

"But out of all the three boys, you like him right?" You try to make it simple for her.

"Yeah, I like Asher because he's great, he made the first move and got an edge to him..." she explains.

You nod and support your chin with the back of your hand, "What he did that day, I think that's very endearing of him," you give her your honest opinion just in case she needs an assurance from someone outside that relationship.

"Yeah, he was like... expressed his feelings and telling everyone how he feels about me," Her facial expression gradually turns sour as you sense a 'but' coming from her small mouth.

"But I just don't like when people are like that to me," she says with a repulsed expression.

"I get really..." she ends the sentence with a groan.

The problem with Avery is that she doesn't know what she wants. Other than that, now you know why Asher flirted with you this morning but knowing that he initially likes Avery makes you feel like you're his backup plan.

Here's the thing about you, you don't like being a second choice.

YOU: You know what, Lana? I think we need more dicks in the villa [laughs]

Han feels like his breakfast is about to come up as he hears the sound of that melodic chime. He hears it often enough yet he feels even more anxious the more he hears it.

"Please be good news," Han mutters next to you.

You put your hand on his thigh, playing with a lint of his swimming trunk.

"Hello, everyone!" Lana greets.

He turns his head at the same time you look at him, sending both of you burst into laughter.

"Here we go," Asher mutters with a nervous sigh.

"To further aid your personal growth, you must learn to resist your urges."

That catches his interest but also makes his heart start to beat faster. Lana is unpredictable and Han hates that.

"I have arranged two dates."

That makes some people relax, at least, it's not about losing more money from the prize fund. Han, personally, has not yet recovered from losing a quarter of the prize money.

"Both with new arrivals," Lana finishes her sentence.

Other than Rio and Mikaela, everyone else seems to be excited about this. New guests mean new chances to make a connection.

"I have allowed the new arrivals to select who they want to ask out on their date."

Han is having mixed feelings about this. He knows that Avery is no longer with Asher but he's slowly losing his interest in her. Maybe the new arrivals can help him move on.

"The first new arrival is... Gwen."

So it's a girl, well, Han can do something about this Gwen. He feels hopeful once again and maybe this time, triumph will be his.

"Gwen has chosen... Rio to be her date."

All eyes are on Mikaela as she tries so hard to remain calm about this but everyone knows that she's fuming inside.

"You seem happy, Rio," Asher teases him which Rio coyly responds with a shrug.

"And date number two will be with Fabian."

His head turns as he hears hears you cooing in wonder, "He sounds exotic," you mutter.

Nya is the most excited one and it's probably because she needs to show Peyton that he's got nothing on her anymore.

"Fabian has chosen... Nya to be his date."

Han doesn't know why he feels glad knowing that this new guy didn't choose you but does that make him the bad guy? He doesn't think so.

"Rio and Nya, you may leave to get ready for the date," Lana orders.

He hasn't seen the new arrivals yet but he can imagine the amount of drama he'll witness later with Rio going on a date with the new girl.

HAN: The new arrivals, uh... they can't be ugly, right Lana? [Snickers]

The first one to return from the date is Nya and she's bringing a man who's taller than Rio and talks in a French accent.

Han can see that Nya is already all over him and he glances at Peyton who ends up with no one but his own player ass. He just knew that Peyton had it coming for him since that game night when he boldly kissed two girls.

He grabs his first drink of the day with the staff only allowed every contest to take three drinks max and when he gets back to the terrace, he sees a gorgeous girl with blond hair.

Rio is introducing the girl around while Mikaela is intensely watching him from the cabana with furrowed brows and eyes filled with fiery glints like a hawk.

When it comes to his turn, he doesn't bother making a good first impression.

"Han," he simply tells her his name.

"I'm Gwen, hi," she introduces herself.

With the few inches he doesn't have, Gwen can easily put her arm around him for a quick hug, "Nice to meet you!"

Gwen is undeniably beautiful, anyone who looks at her would agree with him. Surprisingly, he's not as excited as he imagined he would be.

Well, the last thing he wants to do is compete to win a girl over and he doesn't want to entertain the idea that Gwen would take a liking to him.

Despite all that, Rio and Mikaela remain strong. Everyone is staying on the same bed and because Nya and Sawyer refuse to sleep with Peyton, he has to share the bed with Finn.

Han feels good knowing that he doesn't have to deal with such drama, he walks to his bed and does not hesitate to cuddle you.

"Hi, sexy bunny," he mutters close to your ear.

The two of you have this inside joke of calling each other silly, childish pet names and yesterday, you called him

'tater tot' and he laughs whenever he recalls it.

"Hi, bubble butt," you reply.

He laughs at that and playfully bites at your shoulder to get back at you. Somehow, the only one he can comfortably share his space with is you and he realizes how grateful he should be for your presence.

"Goodnight, everyone," Avery says while blowing kisses to everyone.

Han tickles your neck with his nose and purposely, breathes into your ear, "Goodnight!"

You giggle in reaction to his tickling breath, "Night!"

He presses a soft, lingering kiss on your head and that's how he ends his day on a sweet note.

HAN: I wasn't attracted to her but now I feel bad for not giving her any attention.

"It's like working out with Zeus, bro!" Han says, watching Rio working out non-stop while he's sitting on the mat, drenched in sweat for doing not even half of the workout Rio is doing.

Rio carefully lowers down the heavy dumbbells and reorganizes his breath as he takes a break.

"So, are you still chasing Avery?" Rio asks.

Han sucks water out of the bottle, then licks his lips before answering him, "Honestly speaking, I'm losing interest," he answers.

He knows that it'll be different to everyone but seeing what happened to her and Asher, there's a chance that things would likely end up the same.

He's tired of chasing and she keeps hanging up on him, "I think Avery enjoys the thrill, the chase..." he adds while running out of breath.

"Yeah, I think so too," Rio agrees with him.

He then lies down on his back and starts doing sit-ups as if his abs aren't as hard as rock already.

"What about that new girl then?"

"Gwen?"

"Yep, she's pretty," Rio says, being the one who went on a date with her.

"Are you going to make a move on her?"

Han caught Asher making the eyes with Gwen last night and he's not that interested to even try.

Looking at Rio tirelessly working out, he feels motivated to continue and picks up dumbbells.

"You know, I'm feeling it more with my bed partner," Han honestly says.

"I know you like her," Rio says with a glare at him.

He stops doing sit-ups and points at Han, "You just don't want to admit it."

Han has to pause on lifting his dumbbells to continue talking. He suddenly gets flustered because that's true, he keeps denying that there's something more between him and you.

"You two vibe really well," Rio says and he has never seen him being this earnest.

Han stops working out altogether and drops the dumbbells on the floor, "it's because Avery is so my type," he simply defends himself.

"But uh..." he pauses to catch a breath.

"But when I spend time with her, it's... natural," he explains and he doesn't care if that doesn't make sense to Rio, "It's so much fun."

Han breaks down on the floor and wipes the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, "I overlooked her because she doesn't look like my type."

Rio nods and intently listens to him speak.

"As soon as I saw Gwen last night, I was like... I still prefer her," he admits.

Han doesn't know why he can easily share his feelings with Rio, probably because he feels like a brother to him. Rio taps his shoulder hard enough that it launches him forward.

"You guys are cute together, and get along well, I don't see why you shouldn't try it, man!" He looks so annoyed and eager to see it happen.

Han laughs at that but he wishes he could easily share his feelings like this to you.

HAN: Maybe I should open up and accept how I'm feeling rather than keep seeking what's not there.

The mud is drying as you're walking back to the villa after having a girls-only workshop at the beach.

You share the shower with Sawyer to wash off the dried mud and waste no time getting ready for a party Lana throws to welcome the new arrivals.

The dressing room is crowded so you grab your make-up pouch to do it in the bathroom and you can do the hair later when it's less crowded in there.

For now, you're brushing your wet hair to the back while looking at your reflection in the mirror.

As you're about to apply moisturizer, you see Han walking into the bathroom and the first thing you see is that gummy smile of his.

"Hi, stud muffin," you playfully call him.

He would usually laugh at the pet names you called him but he only smiles in response, the kind that you've never seen on him.

"What's up?" You ask in wonder.

He doesn't say anything but leans against the sink facing you, looking at you with a cryptic smile dancing on his face.

He finally does something, walking up to you and placing his hands on each side of your waist. Slowly, he brings his mouth to your ear and whispers, "I missed you."

You reflexively burst into waves of laughter and think that he's just playing with you.

"I'm getting concerned," you tell him with a nervous laugh.

Han is also laughing and then he leans in to whisper again, "I miss you when you're not around."

You're giggling because the last thing you expect is to hear him saying that he missed you even though you've only been apart from each other for about three hours.

"Aww..." you coo at him, laughing the second your eyes meet in a gaze.

He cups your jaw then tilts your head, and you close your eyes in reflex. Instead of what you thought it would be, he softly whispers.

"I think I like you."

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thebellearchives · 11 months

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𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 🔞 minors dni

~ asmodeus ; obey me

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : Asmodeus’ thoughts run wild when he sees you dancing at a party

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : asmo x fem!mc, smut, oral (fem receiving), major switch behaviour from asmo, consumption of alcohol, mentions of drugs and tobacco

‧₊˚ a / n : definitely did not expect Asmo to be the second character I’d write smut for but yeah, here’s this piece i was talking about in that poll ~

Everything was hazy in your eyes, your memory had gradually become short-termed. The beat of the bass through the speakers banging against your eardrums dictating the moves of your body. You were unaware of the time, but you did know you had danced with several people throughout the night. Your skin had felt sticky with sweat and spilled liquor at some point but that was now forgotten in the middle the clinking of demonus glasses and demons singing to the music. You drank more from your vodka glass bottle, which Asmo had been kind enough to bring to the party considering you couldn’t get drunk off demonus.

The avatar of lust had been staring at you for a while. Lost in the sea of bodies it had been difficult for the rest of the brothers to find you and hog you all to themselves, but Asmodeus had been very careful to keep you nearby. His honey eyes sliding from your alcohol-drenched shiny lips to your cleavage, making their way down to the skin tight black dress, the way it hugged your breasts, your waist, your thighs... the demon felt jealous. Maybe he should help you get rid of it, the fact that your dress was grasping your body and he wasn’t was unthinkable to him.

Asmodeus wasn’t one to daydream, he would usually just go for it. He saw someone he liked? He wouldn’t wait a heartbeat to bat his lashes, buy them a drink, flirt here and there, see how far could he take things without making use of his charming abilities. It was all a game to him, and if he performed well enough you bet he’d get a nice price at the end of the night. And right now, there was nothing in the three realms he wanted more than a prize coming from you, but he was just so mesmerized by the swaying of your hips that he couldn’t move. He thought about getting closer to you through the multitude and scent of minted tobacco, he’d pull you away from that group of nobodies you were dancing with. Bump into your body and blame it on the amount of people in the dance floor, hold you from your hips to keep you steady.

“You okay there, Mc? Don’t fall!” he’d smile, but he wouldn’t take his hands off, pressing you against him from your lower back.

He imagines you’d give in to him, because who wouldn’t? He had those hypnotizing eyes that could make you melt into his smooth arms, your hands would trail up to his neck. His mind could visualize so clearly the way you’d flutter your lashes to look up to him, your tongue would dart out and slide across your lower lip. Were you thirsty for more alcohol? Maybe for a taste of him? He for sure was thirsty of you. And he’d lean in to inhale your enticing scent from under your jawline, his breathing making you shiver in his arms. His fingers would try and find their way under your dress, but as soon as his fingertips had the chance to catch a graze of glory you’d hitch a breath and pull him from his shirt.

“Not here” your whisper tinged with mischief, his senses would get filled with that smell he knew oh so well: lust.

Sweet, intoxicating smell of sin that would make his head spin in delirium. So you’d make your way out of the crowd in each others arms, skin stuck on skin on such a dense atmosphere filled with narcotics and liquor no one would even notice the way the personification of lust would pull from your waist, tempting you into the pits of unmeasurable pleasure. He’d like to think he’d be leading a little lamb to join him in the point of no return but he knows you wouldn’t be such a sweet little innocent girl. Because he can picture you hanging around his neck like a diamond. And fuck, wasn’t he weak to such expensive and beautiful things.

Your eyes would pursue his until you’d find a dark empty room somewhere, you’d crush your lips onto his and he’d ram you against the wall. The taste of vodka in your tongue driving him mad, he’d accidentally scratch your arms and you’d let out a pained, erotic whine that would only fuel his desire for more. He could only imagine all the different sounds he could pull out that pretty mouth of yours. You’d bite his lips in search of more of that aphrodisiac venom dripping from his mouth and he’d give in so quickly, wishing for you to show him what you got planned for him. Your hands gripping his shoulders and pushing him to the floor, hovering over him and your knees at each side of his hips. He’d slide down the zipper of your dress only for you to sit up above him and slide it down your body. Amber eyes would revel in your beauty and feel like the world is in his arms. He’d be so impatient as to finally know what it would feel like to be yours, but oh wouldn’t he like to let you know what if feels like to be his too, the narcissism and desire fighting inside of him. So the demon would change his mind, quickly wrapping his arms around you and rolling to the side so he’d be the one on top. Getting rid of your clothes was conflicting to him, he wanted to do it slowly so he could really enjoy it, but he was just so bewitched by your panting that at that point any fabric was just an annoyance. He’d pin your wrists to the floor and taste your skin from your neck to your clavicles, enjoying every single bit of the shaky reactions of your body. His tongue would swirl around one of your nipples, and he’d set free one of your wrists to make sure he’d give fair attention to the other one. More whines would come tumbling down from your lips like a siren song, driving him crazy with every single note. But he wouldn’t linger, the moment your head would give in and softly hit the floor he’d move on, his hot breath trailing your feverish skin down to your sensitive spot. For a moment, he wouldn’t resist a bit of teasing, and he’d make sure you feel his breath hesitate. His name leaving your lips in an almost religious plead would make him chuckle, but he’d reward you for pronouncing his name in such a needy whimper, so his wet tongue would then slide across your folds, making the muscles of your belly tense and contract, a breathy and high pitched moan whistling out of your throat. Your fingers tugging from his champagne-coloured locks, his arms holding your thighs firmly in place, his tongue lapping unmercifully, your back arching and desperate moans echoing through the pitch dark room until you end up clawing at the floor and he can taste the flavour of your orgasm, drinking it up as if it were the demonus in his cup.

Oh, right, there was still demonus in his cup. And you were still there dancing with unknown demons. He shook his head to come back down to earth, careful not to let his thoughts drift along the curves of your dancing body again. He walked up to your group and pretended to accidentally bump into you.

“You okay there, Mc? Don’t fall!” his wide smile greeted you, and his hands on your hips made sure to keep you steady.

“Yeah, thanks” you giggled, your lashes fluttered upwards in search of his eyes.

Oh, he has such hypnotizing eyes you thought, almost melting into his arms.

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corruptedcaps · 2 months

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Bad Blonde: Lucy

This is a ‘what if’ follow up to Bad Blonde where Lucy’s willpower fails her.

Lucy had hoped that a good night sleep would have cleared her mind of any further urge to put on the wig but her dreams had made sure to stoke the fire of her desire. Her dreams were filled with images of her as Lucia. She was feared and loved in equal measure and took what she wanted without care for anyone else. It felt liberating. She was filled with such confidence and power in her dream world that when she woke the next morning she felt incredibly deflated.

At breakfast she stared intensely at the fridge freezer knowing what was hidden behind the door. She could almost hear the voice of the wig call out to her, tempting her to open it, rip open the garbage bag and shove the wig on her head. She found herself wet at the mere thought of it as she sat eating her breakfast. She felt on edge and wasn’t sure she could last. She hadn’t even noticed Dora walk in.

“Hey babe, you look like a wreck.” Dora said bluntly. Lucy knew her girlfriend meant it out of worry but the comment made her snap.

“What the hell is that suppose to mean?” Lucy hissed at Dora who seemed taken aback by sudden vitriol.

“I-I just mean you look like you had a bad night sleep is all.” Dora said sheepishly backing away slightly.

“Well I did if you must know but keep your comments to yourself.” Lucy said filling with rage by the second.

“Lucy what’s gotten into you? First it was that nasty comment yesterday then I get home and you didn’t get the food you said you would and now you’re acting like a b-i-t-c-h.” Dora said finding some courage but almost instantly regretting it when she saw the fire in Lucy’s eyes.

Lucy was livid staring at Dora. How dare she be so insolent! Who did she think she was speaking to? Lucy was a goddess compared to Dora.

That’s when it hit Lucy. She wanted the power over Dora, she wanted to be her bully more than she wanted to be her girlfriend. The wig had given her a taste of being a bad bitch and now she wanted it for good. Last night she had been foolish to reject the power in favour of relationship. She would never make that mistake again.

“You think I’m acting like a bitch now? You haven’t seen anything yet!” She roared like a woman possessed, tossing her breakfast to the ground. She threw open the freezer door and pulled out the garbage bag. She ripped it open like a wild animal until she found her prize.

“Come to mama.” She purred putting the wig onto her head while Dora looked on at the bizarre scene taking place which was just about to get weirder.

Lucy threw her head back in ecstasy as the wig got to work changing her quickly. Lucy moaned as her body was recreated in the same form as last night. Big breasted, tight bodied and pure malice. It was so overwhelming that Lucy came multiple times, each one cementing her corruption. Every wave courting her nightgown into a piece of black latex until she was clad head to toe and sealed inside the shiny material.

Each wave of pleasure further pushed the wigs tendrils deep into her head choking out her natural brunette strands and replacing them. Within moments Lucy stood there a picture of pure bitchy evil. Dora looked on in horror.

“What the fuck are you looking at loser? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a goddess before. What am I saying, of course you haven’t. You’ve been stuck with that flabby body your whole life.” Lucy said with a cackle. She loved seeing tears well up in Dora’s eyes. It felt so good to be bad.

“L-Lucy what happened to you.” Dora stammered unable to keep in the sobs.

“Lucy’s dead freak, I’m Lucia your new nightmare. God to think I wasted my time being with you. Look at you, you’re pathetic, worthless and ugly. You held me back from being the evil bitch I’ve always wanted to be. My new gorgeous hair made me realize what an anchor you’ve been and freed me. I’m a goddess now!” Lucia hissed at Dora who was now sobbing uncontrollably.

“You’ve lucky that I want to put a few miles on my sexy new body otherwise I’d stay here humiliating you more. Now move you gross moron I have a new wardrobe of tight slutty clothes to buy. But don’t worry I’ll be back tomorrow, then our fun will begin.” Lucia said pushing Dora to the ground and walking out of their apartment.

That night Lucia made herself known campus wide as a force to be reckoned with. She quickly asserted her dominance over the most popular sorority and became their head within the week. The other girls fell in line obediently and started emulating her fashion and meanness. She loved having a flock of beta bitches at her beck and call.

They were especially useful when it came to bullying Dora when Lucia wanted to party or fuck. Lucia would assign her army different tasks to torture her previous lover. It all became too much for Dora and she dropped out. Lucia couldn’t have that though, she got off the most by picking on Dora. Thankfully the wig let her in on a secret. A power it only shared with true bitchy hosts.

A single strand of Lucia’s hair implanted in someone else would make the recipient subservient to Lucia no matter what. Lucia smirked as the wig filled her in on the delicious power, filling her mind with evil plans. Lucia however had her Guinea pig already picked out.

Dora woke up groggy in a room she didn’t recognize. What she did recognize was the figure sitting in front of her on a bed. Even for all the torture Lucia had put her through Dora couldn’t deny how attractive she was. She was actually finding it hard to find anything of fault with her kidnapper. The longer she stared at Lucia the more she felt overcome with desire to please her.

“Who do you serve slave?” Lucia said smirking down at Dora. For a moment Lucia could see an ounce of rebellion in her former friends eyes, like there was a part of her fighting the control but then in a flash it was gone replaced by slavish devotion.

“You of course Mistress Lucia.” Dora replied smiling.

“Good girl. Now come over here and service your mistress, I have a lot of planning to do.” Lucia smirked as Dora without hesitation approached her exposed pussy.

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leclercdreams · 2 years

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hi! can i get an imagine in which max v is taking care of the reader after an appendix removal surgery?

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ❘❘ 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯

pairing: Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

warnings: None really, just overall fluff, Max being a protective and caring partner

word count: 1.42K

a/n: All information was found on google, and translations are from google as well (despite me being able to read Dutch, I can't spell it or speak it really) ENJOY!! ps, Yes I am using summer break again.

Getting surgery wasn't exactly how you wanted your summer break to start, it was the only time you really got to spend with your fiancé. Max had a busy schedule all the time due to his job, one he loved and one you had come to love just as much.

Just three days before you both were due to meet your family in Ibiza for a holiday to relax and unwind you sadly had to call them to cancel. Now two days later you were led into the uncomfortable hospital bed having gone into emergency surgery to get your appendix removed.

Max was moving around the room freely while packing your things, you were allowed to go home if you made sure to not overwork yourself and take it easy for at least two to four weeks to let yourself heel. You could after a few days go on the holiday you two wanted to go on if you could get him to agree.

“Schatje, Are you listening?” Walking over to your side you looked up at Max and have him a sheepish smile shaking your head while he helped you sit up. “No, sorry. What did you say, love?” Taking a seat on the bed he grabbed your hand softly and placed the earrings you always wore in your hand that you had to take off for surgery, wincing slightly when you leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “And my ring?”

Your engagement ring was one of your most prized possessions, it was made specifically for you and if you could recall correctly Victoria had told you he spent almost six months of planning, choosing every little detail on the ring before your engagement. You loved everything about it and about the man who put it on your finger there to stay, only the matching wedding band missing that he had safe and hidden at home.

Sending you a smile he stood once again and reached into the tiny pocket of his jeans pulling out the shiny piece of jewelry. Grabbing your left hand he slid it onto your finger and kissed your hand. “Right where it belongs. Are you ready to go home?” “I’m more than ready, lover.” Helping you out of bed and into the wheelchair he handed you your pillow, and one of the bags while he slung the other one over his shoulder.

Covering your body with some of his merch you had loved since the first time you got it, the perks of dating at the time, and being one of the models for the photos meant you got whatever you wanted. Though you preferred to wear his hoodies just to have his scent with you.

“Mum said she and the family will still join your parents on holiday so it doesn’t go to waste. I’m sorry you have to spend your break stuck with me.”

Rolling his eyes he leaned down and kissed your head while wheeling you out waving at the doctor and some of the nurses. “It’s not a bother for me, and I have been thinking about what you said schatje, if you feel better and ready to move around we can go on a little holiday before the season starts back up.

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You had never been so happy to be back in your shared apartment in Monaco, though you missed the gloomy weather of England you would move anywhere if it meant you got to be with him.

Grateful, would be one word to describe what you felt to have him in your life, before going home he had stopped anywhere to get what you needed before helping you get comfortable on the sofa in his gaming room when arriving home. You didn’t want him to change all of his plans so while you were there still with him as he insisted you were within hearing distance and to keep his eye on you.

He was about to go on a streak with Lando, the two continuing the antics they had started during the lockdown. “You sure you have everything?” Giggling at his worry and the frown that adorned his handsome face you reached out to where he was sitting on the edge of the sofa and placing your hand on his cheek. “I’m fine handsome, you enjoy your time with Lan, I’ll be here enjoying my own thing.” Nodding he leaned forward and pressed his lips to your soft ones, returning the kiss eagerly you poured when he pulled away.

“Just one more?” Chuckling he pressed his lips to yours again, sighing softly you relaxed and pulled away kissing his nose and looking into the beautiful blue eyes, the shade of blue that had become your favourite after the years. “Go on, I have my shows to catch up on, I’m behind on Love Island.” Humming he kissed your cheek and got up taking a seat on his chair. You had only placed one of your earphones in so that you could steal everything.

About an hour into the stream your ears perked up when you heard your name fall from your fiancé’s lips, “Y/n is doing very well, sorry for not getting back to you all I’ve spent my time taking care of her. She’ll be up and at it again in no time.” Smiling softly you turned your head to where he was waving at the camera that clearly showed where you were comfortable on n the sofa laptop on your lap. Looking over his shoulder he smiled and looked back in front of him.

When it came to nighttime and you had to take a shower you wanted to let out a loud groan, you weren’t quite sure if you’d be able to wash your dirty hair yourself not wanting to put too much strain on the stitches you had. Hearing a soft knock over the running water you looked into the mirror seeing Max enter.

“Did you read my mind?” “That would be pretty cool, but no, I was actually listening to the doctor when she came to talk to you.” You could feel your cheeks flame up while looking away from him, humming you got into the shower standing under the water thankful for the waterproof bandaid covering the small cut.

Not even minutes later you could feel his hands running down your arms, lips pressing against the soft skin of the shell of your ear a shiver running down your spine. “Need some help?” Turning your head to the side you sent him a smile and pecked his lips. “Please, my love.”

Wetting your hair you forced yourself not to let out any noise when you felt his fingers massage the shampoo into your scalp. There were many things that could be heaven on earth this was one of yours, he wasn’t working too hard on your scalp but also not too soft.

Staying in the shower for as long as you could you both got ready side by side, since he got with you Max had gotten into a nighttime routine, though it was much shorter and simpler than yours he left the en-suite with a kiss to your wet hair you wanted to leave to dry naturally to get the bed ready.

Replying to your mother and his that you were doing okay and you had the best carer in the world taking care of you. He was by your side when you got into bed wincing at the uncomfortable feeling, but when you settled in you sighed and waited for your lover to return to your side.

When he turned off the lights and slipped into bed next to you moving closer he turned on his side and paved his head close to tears his arm going around you careful not to put too much pressure on you. A kiss on your shoulder made you snap out of your daydream and look at him.

“Thank you, for taking care of me and for helping me, for being here, and for loving me. I love you so much.” Drawing patterns on your exposed skin he smiled and lifted his arm up resting on his elbow while he leaned down and peppered your face with kissed your nose scrunching up.

“I love you more schatje. I’d do anything and everything for you always. Now get some rest so you can heal and we can have a short holiday, yeah?”

Letting out a soft laugh you nodded and kissed him one last time moving closer to him wanting to be as close as you possibly could, maybe the surgery won’t stop all of your plans after all.

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coffee-at-daybreak · 1 year

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no more games | brynjolf x f!reader

can't sleep it's skyrim sexyman thirsting time. also! this is really only labeled as f!reader bc bryn says "lass" a few times but otherwise there are no explicit pronouns used for reader. it also gets like the slightest bit steamy but i don't think it needs any tags, lmk if i should though! anyway hope you enjoy tysm for reading!!!

Not even the pouch of septims tucked along your belt makes a noise as you slip into the entrance of Nightingale Hall. The singing of crickets fades behind you, replaced by the eerie silence of the cave.

You continue all the way down the windy tunnel, past the waterfall and run down bridge alongside it. You pass through the archway leading into the main interior hall, bathed in warm light from the nearby torches. Then, you finally relax.

Your shoulders droop and your lungs expand with a deep breath. You pull your hood off your head and reach for the newly attained loot at your belt. A small, hefty pouch of septims, with a valuable piece of jewelry wrapped tightly around it.

You drift closer to one of the torches to get a better look. A necklace, you realize. In your hurry to snatch it off that sleeping nobleman at the Bee and Barb, you'd barely gotten a glance at it. All you knew at that moment was that it was valuable, and you had to have it.

With deft fingers, you pull the necklace off the pouch and hold it up to study the material. It's made of shiny gold, and has a large pendant dangling off of it. The pendant is round, with a small but glimmering red stone in the center, and intricate markings etched into the gold around it.

You're turning the treasure between your fingers when you hear a low whistle come from behind you.

"Now that's quite the prize," Brynjolf's voice flows across the hall. You turn around to see him slipping in from one of the nearby tunnels.

You turn back to the necklace, trying to ignore the sudden jump in your heart rate. "You know me - I have to take anything that catches my eye."

Brynjolf chuckles. "I don't blame you for it, lass." He stops next to you. "Where'd you get it?"

"Some rich drunkard at the inn. I don't think he'll miss it much." You hold out the necklace by the pendant for him to see. When he goes to take it, his fingers just barely graze over your own. The flicker of warmth you feel from them seems to shoot all the way up your arm.

He studies the necklace for a moment, giving you a chance to study him. His emerald eyes are bright with awe, and his russet hair looks even brighter, nearly matching the intensity of the torch light. He's in his Nightingale garb, but everything's slightly .. unkempt. He definitely didn't just come back from a job like you.

"Flawless ruby, for sure," he murmurs. "Very valuable, indeed." His eyes flick to catch your own. "And quite the beauty."

You cross your arms and hold his gaze. You pretend not to notice the gesture - and pretend you don't feel a blush crawling up your neck. "I am not trading that in to Delvin. Don't even ask."

He grins. "What if I take it off your hands?"

You reach over and snatch it from him. "Not for sale."

He chuckles again, a low rumble from deep within his chest. You tuck the necklace into one of the many pockets at your belt and start to head back to the waterfall cave. Crashing into one of those old beds there sounds rather tempting right now.

"What are you doing here right now, anyway?" You ask Brynjolf as you walk. His footsteps trail behind you.

"Housekeeping, of course," he replies. "This place has more cobwebs than the Ratway."

You smile at the hint of disgust in his tone. "Afraid of spiders, are you?"

"Aye, just a bit. I don't much like the thought of them crawling around while I sleep."

You roll your eyes in amusement as you stop next to a bed. The gentle rushing water of the fall and creek echo around the room. The familiar smell of wet stone and misty air flows to your nose. It's not the most pleasant scent, but it's a significant difference from the cistern.

"I'm surprised you're up at all," you say with a snicker. "It's rather late."

Your gloves come off, and you stoop down to start working off your boots. You hear another couple approaching footsteps.

"What if I said I was hoping to run into you here?" Brynjolf asks.

This time, your heart feels like it's leaped into your throat. You try to swallow the nerves down, and focus on slipping off your boots. "You can run into me anytime in the cistern - anywhere in Riften, really. Why here?"

"Because we're alone."

You straighten up, and turn around, and nearly jump back. He'd moved much closer now, a mere hand's width away. The sudden proximity just about takes the breath out of you.

His eyes seem dark, but there's a little bit of torch light reflecting off of them. And when he smiles, they seem to glimmer. Very much like the stone of that necklace. Something about his eyes is much more captivating, though.

"I know you feel it, too, lass," he murmurs, voice so soft that you wouldn't be able to hear it over the water if he weren't so close. The cave air suddenly feels warmer than it did a moment ago.

You gulp. "Feel what?"

Brynjolf's head tilts slightly, and he lifts an eyebrow. You know he's clever enough to figure out when you're playing dumb. But of course, he has to play along.

He takes a step closer. You back up, but your back meets the rough stone of a wall, and you freeze.

"Don't be coy, now." His eyes break away from your own, only to travel around your face. You see them looking at your hair, your cheeks, your nose. Then back to your eyes. "I don't exactly try to hide it anymore, if you couldn't tell."

You exhale. Your breath comes out choppy. You don't try to hide it either, because the first thing you look at when you break your eyes away from his is his lips. That slight smirk in them makes your insides coil.

You had felt a connection with Brynjolf from the moment you'd met. It didn't take long to realize it was more than just a platonic connection. You'd never forget the way your heart went into a frenzy when you and Karliah returned from Snow Veil Sanctum and Brynjolf was trembling with relief. Or the way you'd held each other in Bronze Water Cave, trembling from both the tumultous battle with Mercer and the freezing water you'd so desperately escaped. And the little moments in between the big ones had the same effect. It felt like a game - a tedious, frustrating game of throwing flirtations and quips at each other to see who would crack first. You couldn't deny it any longer, and truthfully, you were tired of trying.

"You know it's not wise, though," you say. Your words are a protest, but the way you tilt your head up, closer to his own, is the opposite. "We're Nightingales now, after all. Sworn to duty, with no distractions."

Brynjolf pauses for a moment. His hand lifts, and finds the side of your face. You suppress a shiver as the warm skin of his thumb brushes your cheekbone.

"I think we can find a balance, lass." He leans a tad inch closer, and his breath is ghosting over you.

You let out another shaky breath. Your eyes flutter closed when his thumb moves lower. It trails along your cheek, under your jaw, down your neck. He spreads his hand along the side of your neck, and you know he must feel your racing pulse somewhere in there.

"I took an oath to Nocturnal because I had to," he whispers. "But you-" his other hand circles your waist, pulling you closer, and by the Gods you nearly collapse against him. Your hands press flat against his chest in an effort to steady yourself. You grow weaker still as he continues, "I'd willingly lay my life down for you. I'd do anything for you."

His voice seems to flow around you. You can hardly imagine your surroundings anymore - you only feel his hand trailing your side, his breath tickling your skin, his heartbeat thumping beneath your palm. His entire presence is like honey, as if you could melt right into it.

"Bryn-" Your hushed breath is cut short. His hand is coming off your waist, and coming up between the two of you.

You open your eyes. He's holding up the golden necklace, dangling from his fingers.

He grins. That stupid, charming grin.

You narrow your eyes. "Really?"

"Easy pick." He leans back, but his other hand doesn't come completely off of you. It glides from your neck to your shoulder, leaving sparks in its wake. He gives the necklace a light swing with his other hand. "Take it back if you can."

You merely glare at him. He still wants to play games. You don't.

Your hand flies out. Brynjolf reels back instinctively. But instead of your hand fishing for the necklace, you hook it around one of the buckles on his chest, and pull him in until your lips meet.

Heat floods you instantly, from just about everywhere. He kisses you back so fiercely that you nearly lose your footing again. But his arms are quick to take you in, one squeezing around your waist and the other coming up along your back. Just as you break the kiss for a gasp of air, his hand buries in your hair, and he's angling your head to bring you back in.

You clutch at him, pressing as close as you can. It almost feels like you could mold into him, with how perfectly your body fits against his own. It feels right - he feels right.

You lose track of how many kisses you exchange, how many gasps of air you trade, how many times your hands grip each other in a new spot. You lose yourself completely in him, in his firm lips, in his powerful arms, in that faint taste of Black Briar mead on his tongue and -

Someone clears their throat behind you both.

In an instant, Brynjolf breaks the kiss and whirls on his feet. He pulls you with him though, earning a small gasp from you when his arm stays hooked firmly around your waist. His other hand is quick to pull out a dagger and point it in front of him.

Karliah leans against the archway, her violet eyes glimmering in the faint light of the cave. "Good evening," she murmurs.

Brynjolf huffs, his chest heaving against your own. "By Talos, lass. Thought you were an intruder."

You're struggling to catch your breath, especially since you're still pressed up close to him. Your head is spinning and a fuzzy warmth takes over your face as you glance up at Karliah.

The Dunmer tilts her head. "No, but it seems I did intrude on something." She leans off the wall. "My apologies. I'll be off... housekeeping."

She disappears down the tunnel as quietly as she came. There's a brief second of silence save for the gurgling water nearby and your heart still roaring in your ears.

You can't help the giggle that builds up, though, and drop your forehead against Brynjolf's chest. "Alone, huh?"

He scoffs, his breath tickling your hair. "Sorry, love. In my defense, the girl's a ghost."

You laugh again. Just as you start to catch your breath, you feel Brynjolf's hand hook under your chin, and he's tilting your head up. There's another fluttering warmth in your belly as you meet his gaze.

"No more dancing around the matter, right?" He asks, voice soft but serious. His eyes search yours intently. "No more games?"

You hum thoughtfully. You lift a hand up, where the golden necklace peeks out from your fingers. "I make no promises."

He chuckles, head shaking with amusement. "Aye, that's what I expected. So be it."

He yanks the necklace from you once again, and dives back in to crash his lips to yours before you can protest.

#skyrim #elder scrolls #elder scrolls skyrim #tes #tesv #dovahkiin #dragonborn #brynjolf #brynjolf skyrim #brynjolf x reader #x reader #reader insert #thieves guild #fanfic #its been years and this man still has a chokehold on me #as always feedback is appreciated!

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kingkatsuki · 2 months

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Hi! I've been going through your blog (bc its so good?!?! Thank you so much for writing so much Bakugou content!!!!) and just got really inspired by your Dragon King Bakugou universe to write about something urging reader to leave. I hope it's okay but I wanted to share what came out of it:

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You had to leave.

Rumours of a vengeful vagabond out for Dragon King Bakugou's blood had spread. Although this is not the first and certainly would not be the last person seeking revenge, this particular instance caught your attention. Every descriptor about him was deeply familiar to you and, beyond your wildest hopes, reminds you of your brother. And so, you had to leave.

It was simple really, almost laughingly so. All you had to do was request for some extra furs here, a larger bag there, and oh, you were fancying some cured meats lately! No matter what you asked for, they were brought to you immediately, for you were the woman cherished by the dragon king himself. His greatest prize. You had packed all the necessities as well as some of the jewels and gold Bakugou insisted on lavishing you with.

Just take it, woman. You know we dragons love to have shiny things and you're mine so of course my woman is going to have the best jewels.

Your heart squeezes at the memory of his brash words paired with his gentle hands as he adorned you with his spools. Physically leaving was easy, yes; steeling your resolve was the hard part.

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Taking one last look behind you at the castle you had called home for so many moons, you take a breath.

"So you're gonna leave just like that?" You freeze, heart stopping at the sound of his voice. You had been so careful.

And you were, spacing your requests out between other mundane ones to not let anyone draw connections. But this was Bakugou, how could he not have known when he memorizes every breath you take. When he commits all your favourite things to heart so he can bring you more to make up for everything he has taken. When he is so painfully aware that he fell for a woman who could never love him with all that she is.

"I'm sorry...my King"

He scoffs "Am I still your king even when you are leaving?"

And though you cannot bear to look into his eyes, swirling with hurt, betrayal, and anger, you must because he deserves at least that much. "You will always have a piece of me."

"But never the entirety, right" his distain masking what he really wants to say stay, please. But how could he ask you to choose him over your family, to take yet another important thing away from you again, to ask you to choose him when you never had a choice in coming here in the first place.

Your lips set into a thin line, holding back the lump in your throat and the comforting words you wanted to give him. Because at the end of the day he was right, he could never have you entirely, not when your brother might be out there. Your brother, who helped raise you, cherish you, and mourned you and everyone he knew when he came back to a pile of rubble. You had to go back to him, you had to let him know that he is not alone in the world and maybe you can distract him enough to stop his quest for vengeance.

Seeing the resolve in your eyes strengthen spurns Bakugou to try even though he knows he is fighting a losing battle "Is there nothing I can do to make you stay? I would get on my knees to beg if you so wishes it, just say the word."

"Bakugou if you really loved me then let me leave. If you do not, then you can command me to stay." And that is what seals it. Dragon King Bakugou who has never lost a fight in his life, for the first time cannot fight back. Because no matter what may come to pass, if there is one truth in the world it is surely that he loves you.

And so he turns around, tears in his eyes and heart in his throat, no matter how hard he tried, it was never be enough to change how you two started. "Go," he chokes out, "before I regret it"

"Thank you," you whisper, the wind carrying your voice over "Katsuki." And you're off, running into the distance, free. The complete opposite of how you arrived, strapped to the saddle of a dragon.

That was the first time, Katsuki thinks, and the last. That you've ever called him by his name.

#and then months later when katsuki is starting to become numb to the pain #only because he keeps fighting and fighting and fighting to the point of exhaustion so he has no more energy to think about you #but he always has energy when it comes to you #especially when he fists his cock at night to the memory of his name on your lips #anyways months later you're at the doorsteps of his castle #this time of your own free will #his heart nearly stops at the sight of you #at the scent of you #he thinks its a hallucinations #until you step forward and say his name #somehow its so much sweeter than his memory of it and thats when he starts to realize that this is real #and you stay for good #and maybe that was the first time katsuki was given instead of him taking #i love reading your tags but i don't think that really works in an ask but this is me trying to emulate

Ahhh thank you so much!

I love the angst of this. Like it pains you to leave, but you’re doing it because you know what your brother is capable of and what might happen if you stay.

And I can imagine that moment where Bakugou catches you, and you want him to tell you to stay because it’s gonna physically hurt you to leave him, but you know deep down it’s what you have to do.

And you spend all the time away from him longing for him? And he’s doing the exact same— but maybe he becomes more ruthless, more cold? Because he’s lost the only thing in his life worth having. No amount of riches or kingdoms can compare— and you find out that he’s planning an attack on your brother so you have to stop it? To explain to him the real reason why you left😭

#not mine #dragon king bakugou

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vihola · 2 months

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Get to Know Your Tav

Tagged by @starknstarwars, thanks! 💜

Tagging anyone who wants to do it, and specifically @mimabeann, @ladyorin, @dameaylin, @keldae, @greyias

Verbena

What is your tav’s favorite weapon?

She becomes very fond of the Pale Oak staff she receives in the Emerald Grove. She carries it everywhere not because it's the best option but because it reminds her what it feels like to finally be accepted. That feeling alone is enough to give her extra confidence against all odds.

style of combat?

Every step is calculated. Verbena doesn't rush into the fray but steps back and takes a good look at her opponents. She seeks any weak spot to exploit, any tactical advantage. And then she's ready to kick ass.

most prized possession?

Her old lyre. It was the only possession she took when she ran away from the childhood home. It has become the only friend that stayed by her side for years. She cares for it reverently, fussing over every speck of dirt and every little scratch.

deepest desire?

Her every granted wish turned out to be a double-edged sword, so she's afraid to truly want something. She desperately wanted a family and got adopted by abusive narcissists. She wanted to make the world better and ended up hurting people. She wanted the freedom to choose her own path and got it at the cost of being completely alone. Maybe it's safer not to want anything at all.

guilty pleasure?

She's addicted to shiny things. You can't convince her to sell all the jewelry she looted in exchange for something more practical like camp supplies. No, she will wear rings on every finger instead.

best-kept secret

Her entire past. She shares bits and pieces when she must, like when she encounters shadow druids who recognize her. But she puts these pieces into a whole picture only after reaching Baldur's Gate.

greatest strength?

Perceptiveness. She's very good at reading people and picking up on little cues after years of hypervigilance.

fatal flaw?

Secrecy. She seems so open, surely you can trust her to tell you everything? Wrong. You can bare your soul to her without learning anything in return. She won't talk about the enemies that may come back to haunt her or about the fact that she might unexpectedly die at any moment. Not until you press her or until it's too late. And when you demand to know why she withheld this important information, she just shrugs. "You didn't ask," she says.

favorite smell?

The way the air smells after a thunderstorm. It makes her feel like the world has been renewed, washed clean of all cruelty and injustice. If only this feeling could last.

favorite spell or cantrip?

She has a favorite spell for every situation. Combat? Thorn whip or Ice knife. Too many enemies? Invisibility. Trying to talk it out instead of fighting? Detect thoughts.

pet peeve?

She can't stand bullies and gladly uses every opportunity to put them in their place.

bad habit?

She can't walk past an animal without attempting to talk to it. And every dead body has a story, let's summon the spirit of that decomposing guy! It's time-consuming for her and exasperating for others, but she just can't help herself.

hidden talent?

Can sneak like a pro. She's been doing it all her life – staying out of trouble in the orphanage, hiding from her parents when they were in one of their volatile moods, evading suspicious people in her travels.

leisure activity?

She loves calm evenings when she can just sit back, play her lyre, and finally finish the lyrics that have been stuck in her head for days.

favorite drink?

She likes to come up with her own tea blends. Not all or her attempts are successful, but she will drink them anyway and then share the good blends with others. She also loves mulled wine, but only if she gets to be in charge of spices. She always complains that taverns make the blandest mulled wine and whoever is responsible for it should be in jail.

comfort food?

Freshly baked bread. She can't make it and rarely visits cities, so it feels like such a luxurious treat.

favorite person(s)?

The friends she meets while trying to get rid of the damn parasite, she has no one else. She burned all the bridges to her past and resigned herself to being alone because she was denied love and control everywhere she went. And it's so strange and wonderful to bond with someone after all that loneliness. Maybe she's terrified of Lae'zel and tempted to kick Astarion's ass. Maybe at first she doesn't trust anyone in her party and expects betrayal. But these weird traumatized people find their way into her heart and stay there forever.

favored display of affection (platonic and/or romantic)?

It's easier for her to be physically affectionate in her wild shape. Verbena as a cat shamelessly bonks her friends and purrs in their laps. Verbena as a tiefling is a little awkward and touch-starved, but she learns to enjoy hugs very much.

fondest childhood memory?

Childhood memories are tricky. She fondly remembers her best friend from the orphanage, but thinking of the orphanage itself makes her blood run cold. She remembers when her parents were affectionate and generous, but then she recalls how they used her for their entertainment. Every memory is tainted, every bright moment leaves a bitter aftertaste.

free-response! Is there anything else about your Tav you’d like to share?

The party has no idea that a friendly cat who often shows up in their camp is actually Verbena. And then she uses her wild shape in front of them to investigate without alerting nearby enemies. The party is shook. Gale apologizes for petting her.

#bg3 #that's a lot of questions but I also have so many thoughts so #verbena

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hyugaruma · 6 months

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Helpless (Ice x Reader)

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re: ice can’t save you… no one can.

i love this man and genuinely don’t feel like i’ve done him justice here, but oh well have it anyway

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He knew he was doomed from the moment he saw you. That creeping feeling crawling up from his gut, settling thickly in his chest; he felt like he could suffocate. He felt helpless.

Who was Ice to be enamored by some woman? There were plenty to go around, and go around Funk Jungle they did. He had his fair share of them, could have pointed to just about any one of them and with one look had them back in his room within the hour. So why, why, did it feel like he’d been knocked back from the blast of an explosion when he first laid eyes on you? He wanted you, had to have you…

But he couldn’t. You belonged to Doubt.

Ranmaru and his goons had you tight within their clutches, one of their newest batch of kidnapped women and you being their lucky, shiny prize. They’d sell you for a pretty dollar to the highest bidder. Their cash cow. No, there was no way that Doubt would have given you up.

Ice considered it, greatly ruminated over it… just paying the damn fee. Anything to get you away from Doubt, even if you rejected him, fled entirely. He wouldn’t have blamed you. So long as you didn’t end up in the hands of some sick fuck whose plans weren’t something he even wanted to imagine. But, Ice held back. He knew how the others would look at him, how weak he’d look buying some woman off of Doubt, just to then attempt to woo her. How embarrassing. How pathetic. He couldn’t do it.

You sat on a black, leather sofa in the private quarters of Mighty Warriors’ nightclub, fiddling at a frayed piece of string coming from the hem of your skirt. Ice stood at the edge of the room, absentmindedly talking with 9, and although the room was filled with various members of Mighty and Doubt alike, he somehow found his eyes constantly wandering back to you. You looked meek, small. Like something in need of saving. Hell, he guessed you were in need of saving considering your position beneath Ranmaru’s power. Your eyes never left that string; it was like you were afraid to meet the gaze of someone, anyone else in that room who might take offense to your existence. Ice hardly noticed the way his grip tightened on the glass in his hand.

But 9 did. 9 quietly scoffed, but not without being caught by Ice. Ice’s gaze snapped to the older man, clearly expecting an answer to his sudden expression. 9 shook his head and looked towards you. That was when Ice knew he had made a mistake. He was making himself, his intrigue, too obvious. “That’s a bad choice,” 9 spoke, taking a sip of his drink and shaking his head again. The golden necklaces at his neck clinked together at the movement. “Ranmaru ain’t gonna let you have that one, Ice.”

Ice took a small, inconsequential sip of his own drink. The bitterness of the alcohol burned his tongue, scorched his throat, but it was a much needed reprieve from the way he was feeling at the moment. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

9 leaned back against the railing behind the two of them and shrugged. “I’m just telling you how it is, man.”

“I’m not looking to have her,” Ice replied.

“Okay.” 9 clearly wasn’t convinced.

Ice couldn’t help himself. He found his eyes slowly navigating back in your direction, like their only solace was when on you. This time, though, you were looking back at him.

9, exceptionally observant, took note of this mutual perception. “I wouldn’t—,” 9 tried to warn Ice, but Ice was already halfway towards you before he could finish his sentence. 9 sighed, took another swig, and decided to watch how things played out.

Your gaze snapped back down to the string, that damn string, before Ice even made it to stand before you. He stopped, hardly a foot away, greatly considering his next choice of action. You kept your eyes cast downward, clearly trying to avoid the man standing just front of you. But now, finally standing right within your presence, Ice felt he had no choice but to do something. So, he took a seat next to you on the couch.

You tensed noticeably. Ice cleared his throat, trying to garner even an ounce of your attention just once more. He could tell you were holding back, trying to spare yourself from even the slightest bit of arduous extenuation. Though, ultimately, you couldn’t help but to look up and find his eyes again.

Ice rattled his brain trying to think of something, anything to say. He was in it now. He had made his advance. Even if all he did was take a seat next to you, it was obvious enough why a man would choose to suddenly approach a woman like so. Anyone in the room could’ve seen it. He had sold himself out. But, looking at you, in the moment he didn’t really care.

The silence was thick. Palpable. Nerve-wracking. Finally, Ice realized that he had to say something. So, he held up his drink in gesture. “You want anything?”

You looked to the glass, brows knitting together, clearly none too trustful of anything anyone within that room could have said or done. Ice included. He guessed he couldn’t blame you there. “A… drink?” You clarified.

He nodded.

You slowly shook your head. There was no way you could have trusted any semblance of niceties by anyone within that room. Even if Mighty Warriors, if Ice, had nothing to do with your being there, they still occasionally worked with Doubt. Though, you seemingly couldn’t help the tension that slowly dissipated from your shoulders. At the very least, it was the first kind gesture you had received since your kidnapping…

Ice nodded in understanding, taking one last sip of his drink before sliding it onto the coffee table and leaning back to make himself comfortable on the couch. His eyes left you, less than willingly, to scan the room. To be sure no one was taking too kindly to the sight of him and you. 9 was indiscreetly watching, though that was to be expected. 9 had always been someone that Ice felt he could trust, so he felt no fret at the onlooker. Everyone else seemed to be within their own realms of conversation, flirtation, discussion, what have you… That is, everyone except one.

Takano. The very culprit behind your nabbing, his lecherous, beady eyes resting dutifully on Ice and you. Watching every movement, searching out every word. Ice knew. He knew that Takano was vying for even the slightest hint to Ice’s motives.

“Um…” came your voice, and Ice’s attention instantly snapped back to you. Regardless, though, he could still feel those beady eyes boring into the back of his skull. But, there was no way that Ice could relent even the slightest bit of attention that you were willing to give him. His eyes implored you to keep going. So you did. “You’re… Ice, right?”

He couldn’t help the small smile that ticked at his lips. The fact that you knew him, knew his face, knew his name. He could still feel Takano’s eyes. “The one and only.”

He thought he saw the ghost of a smile threatening your own lips, though it was gone in an instant the second you realized its potential existence. Smiling while in your position was risky. One whiff would have given Doubt the only reason it needed to wipe that smile off your face.

It was then that Ice realized he hadn’t the slightest clue as to your name. Hell, no one within the room probably did. And wherever Ranmaru was, he probably didn’t know either. There was little reason for Doubt to ask your name. To them you were just a face, body, and price tag. So, Ice figured that first thing’s first… “What’s yours?”

“Huh?” You replied.

“Your name,” he iterated. “What’s your name?”

You hesitated. He could see the worries swimming through your head, as if giving up your name was giving up the last bit of freedom that you had. But, ultimately, your curiosity of the man before you won out over any reluctance. So, you told him your name.

Ice repeated your name back aloud, feeling the way it moved from the back of his tongue to its escape through his lips. It came out a bit too smoothly, Ice thought, like he was meant to be the one saying your name. Those were dangerous thoughts, he knew, but he couldn’t help himself. He smiled again, this time unable to withhold it. “I like that name.”

And you, just as well, just as dangerous, couldn’t find yourself to hold your own small smile back either. Finally, your fingers stopped fiddling with that string from your skirt. “Actually,” you ventured shyly. “I’ve been here before. I have a friend… she brought me here once.”

“Yeah?” Ice waited for you to continue. If he could have had any wish in that moment (other than the obvious), he would have wished to hear you talk forever. Something about it, hearing your voice, soft like satin, brought a wave of calm over him. It was like it was just the two of you in that room. Ice glanced back over his shoulder to see if the onlooker was still watching. Takano was gone.

“Yeah,” you continued, wrapping your arms around your chest as if to repress something. Good memories that would only serve to make your current circumstances all that much more bleak, probably. “It was fun. This felt like an easy place to have fun.”

Ice couldn’t help the way his eyes darted down to your lips as you gently chewed at your bottom one, before forcing them back up to your all-too-earnest eyes. “That’s what I want this place to be,” he said. “No worries, no problems. Just being in the moment, you know?” Ice almost smacked himself the moment the words left his lips. Who was he to preach ‘no worries, no problems’ to you when your very being there was the definition of a worry and a problem.

But still, you smiled and nodded nonetheless. “I know exactly what you mean. It’s nice to have a place like that to go. Some people don’t have that.” Your face fell slightly, tinged by sadness as you tightened your arms bounding your chest. Like you were trying to squeeze all the fear away. He could tell you wanted to go on, but maybe weren’t quite sure how to say what you wanted to say. You finally continued, though your eyes were now fixed on your lap. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

You paused, like the words were stuck. He waited patiently. “Why… Why are you working with Doubt?”

Ice didn’t know how to answer that. Well, at the very least he knew the answer to the question. Although ‘money’ didn’t seem like the appropriate response, even if it was the correct one. He knew he needed to answer you, he just couldn’t. So he didn’t.

You waited for him to answer, but when you realized it wasn’t coming, you looked back up to him. Like you were trying to search for the truth somewhere within his cool silence. Like maybe, if you looked hard enough, the words would appear out of thin air.

Just as you were about to open your mouth to try again, the door behind Ice that led into the private room flew open with a bang. He didn’t even have to turn around to know. The look on your face told him everything. Within an instant, your fingers began grasping at that skirt string again.

“Oi,” came the newcomer’s taut voice. A voice all too recognizable. Daunting and acrimonious to a fault. Ice didn’t have to look to know exactly who it was. Ranmaru.

Ranmaru gave a quick, commanding nod in gesture, beckoning you to his side without another word. No other words were needed, because you had no choice.

Ice’s eyes never left you. Watched as your eyebrows knotted together, as the corner of your lips turned downwards, the way you thickly swallowed the words in which you were about to say back down. Too afraid to move, but knowing that you had to. Like a rabbit trapped in a snare that was Ranmaru’s authority.

You willfully looked back to Ice, silently begging. Begging. He knew what for. To step in, to save you.

But he couldn’t.

The chatter within the room had silenced, and everyone’s eyes were on the two of you. Expectant. Like watching the dramatization of a play unfold right before their very eyes, so distanced to the scene before them.

“Ice—,” you tried, but Ranmaru’s voice came cutting through once more.

“Let’s go,” Ranmaru said.

You waited for something, anything, some kind of miracle or selfless gesture from the man before you. Anything that would save you from being forced to follow in the footsteps of the tyrant of a man.

But the help never came.

You stood, oh-so-reluctantly, from your seat and gave Ice one last small smile. And from that smile, he understood so much more than you could have ever said.

And with that, you walked towards the entryway and followed Ranmaru from the room. The door closed loudly behind you. You were gone.

The conversation within the room slowly reestablished itself in the newly formed absence. Though, it was hushed, like it was cautious to startle the tenseness left behind.

Ice grabbed his drink from the table and leaned back against the spine of the couch. He felt as if its plush cushions could consume him, devour him whole and leave behind a wake of nothing. He took a sip of the drink. It didn’t even burn anymore. He looked up, glazing over the sea of people. They had all gone back to prior business, without even a semblance of attention on him. Except one.

9 shot Ice a sympathetic look.

Ice took another sip, a significantly greater one. If only the alcohol could wash that stupid, nagging feeling away.

If only he weren’t so goddamn helpless.

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I need him so bad. Y'all don't even know 😩

Summary: The reader makes a friendly wager about who's gonna win MITB. Her pick is LA Knight. And naturally, Knight is looking for a little something on the side in this friendly wager.

It's less than 24 hours before Money In the Bank. So naturally, there is buzz backstage about who is the favorite to win both matches. You and Pearce are both in on the argument and have wildly different opinions about who's winning.

"You're crazy, Pearce." You snort. "I mean come on, Shinsuke as the MITB winner?" You laugh at his proposal.

"What?" Pearce protests. "And who do you think is going to win it?" He asks you. "Wait, don't answer. Because I already know who you want to win. LA Knight."

You scoff and roll your eyes. "So what? He's great in the ring, and the crowd loves him. It's a good pick." You insist upon yourself.

"Right. The fact that he's in here every week flirting with you has nothing to do with it." Pearce scoffs right back at you.

"Austin and Grayson are in here just as much for the same reason." You reply. "But you didn't hear me mention either of them."

Pearce goes on the defensive. "Neither of them are in the match." He reminds you. "Or I'm sure you'd be here proposing a three-way winner situation."

"Ha!" You laugh. "Fine, you want to play games, Pearce?" You ask him. "How about a little wager then? We both make a pick for a MITB winnr, and whoever wins gets the others paid vacation days?" You propose a friendly bet.

"Deal." Pearce reaches out and shakes your hand firmly.

With the wager made, you and Pearce part ways for the night. Pearce heads off to meander around backstage, and you head for the office to try and get some light work done. You aren't in the office for long when LA Knight happens by with some interesting news.

"Y/Nboss ladydy." Knight saunters into the room with a smug grin. "Word around the locker room is, I'm your pick to win MITB." He informs you.

"Maybe..." You reply with a sly smile and look up from your work. "Why? You didn't come looking for an upper hand from me, did you?" You ask him.

Knight chuckles and shuts the door behind him. "Please, I don't need any help winning that briefcase." He insists. "But, I did hear about a little wager between you and Pearce." He adds.

"Did you now?" You reply casually. "There might be a friendly bet going on, yeah." You admit. "But you've got so much confidence that you're going to win. So I'm not dwelling on it much."

"Happy to provide, sweetheart." Knight grins and walks over to your desk. "So, what do I get if I win on Saturday?" He asks you suggestively.

You roll your eyes at Knight'splayfulnesss. "Umm, pretty sure the winner gets that shiny MITB briefcase, last I checked." You remind him.

"I'm talking about on thdown-lowow, sweetheart. You know, the real prize for winning." He clarifies.

You turn in your chair towards Knight, your hands resting in front of you on the desk. Knight watches you move in your chair, not taking his eyes off of you even for a second. "What are you suggesting?" You ask Knight cautiously.

"I think we both know what I want, sweetheart," Knight replies with a lick of his lips. "That briefcase and a shiny new championship belt is nice sure. But truth be told, I'm more interested in getting you on my side." He admits.

"I wasn't aware that there were sides." You reply.

Knight chuckles and leans on the corner of your desk. He looks down at you with mischievous eyes and twirls a stray piece of your hair between his fingers. "Come on now, darlin'." Knight teases you. "I know Grayson Waller and that stooge Austin Theory are in here all the time bothering you. But you and I both know those little boys ain't got nothing on me, honey."

"Is that so?" You raise a brow at Knight's bold claim.

"A strong independent woman like you?" Knight continues. "You don't need some immature little boy following you around like a lost puppy. What you need is a real man that'll stand by your side." He adds. "And I am all man, darlin'. You'd best believe that."

Not about to be seduced by this silver-tongued fox in front of you get to your feet and match Knight's height since he's leaning. You lean in close so there's barely room for either of you to breathe without touching. "Guess you'll have to win that briefcase, then." You tease him right back. "Because I don't like losers."

Knight takes a step back with a cheeky grin and nods. "No, you don't." He backs off to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow night, sweetheart. Then we can have some real fun." He winks before swiftly exiting the room.

You sit back down in your seat with a satisfied grin, your heart racing in your chest. 'God he's just too charming for his own good.' You think to yourself.

A few seconds later, Pearce comes into the office with a less-than-pleased look on his face. "Pearce. What's up?" You lean back in your chair casually.

"I heard all that, you know?" Pearce replies and sets down a few papers on your desk in front of you.

"Heard what?" You reply with a sly smile.

Pearce's jaw tightens as he stares at you. "You and LA Knight?" He clarifies. "You two sound like an HR harassment meeting waiting to happen."

"I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about, Adam." You reply with a grin. "These the final cuts for MITB tomorrow?" You ask him and pick up the papers.

"Yeah," Pearce replies in a sour tone. "I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N." He stomps off.

"Bye, Adam!" You wave to him with a cheerful smile.

'You are so going to eat your words tomorrow, buddy.' You think to yourself as he disappears through the door. 'Just you wait.'

#la knight #wrestling #money in the bank #wwe mitb #mitb #wwe fanfiction #wwe #wrestling fanfiction #yeah #i need him

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science guy wwx x figure skater lwj au

imagining physicist wwx. Professor of Physics wwx who organizes all these science festivals where he invites scientists and specialists to panels that Everyone can join and make science more accessible and easy to understand...meeting the most beautiful man skating in the park

olympic gold medalist figure figure skater lwj skating in a public park even tho he got kicked out of the rink to Take a Break meets this beautiful man trying to skate while talking himself thru the motion theories and when he falls, laughing with the kids watching, lwj falls too

wwx is just brimming with genuine love and interest for his field and lwj is just instantly enraptured, incapable of not listening, and even tho he barely has interest, watching and listening to wwx makes it so Interesting and wonderful--

later, when lxc gives him his latest batch of fanmail and a summary of the crowd reaction from his last program, new and old fans of fs talking about how his genuine love for fs made them fall in love with him and fs too -- lwj gets it now.

as for wwx, he's incredibly charmed having someone who not only /lets/ him ramble about his niche discoveries, but also genuinely listens enough to ask thoughtful questions, that in turn inspire him with new points of view of looking at things.

and when said someone is Particularly Beautiful Beautiful man, who isn't shy at all about giving him sincere verbal affirmations... well, it just really isn't good for his heart, but he can't stop coming back for more.

and then of course, as in bunnxianluvsu's thread (which started this whole shebang for me), there's the hilarity of wwx's friends and family belatedly realizing wwx's shiny new boyfriend is THE lan wangji of the figure skating world...

lwj's family, coaches and trainers torn between exasperation, frustration and gratitude because lwj having a boyfriend means he's now sometimes not as in top condition as he was before; but when he /skates/. well. he's Very inspired and passionate about it which is. fine, not Bad

jc, 3 secs from pulling out his hair over their weekly family dinner: DO YOU EVEN /KNOW/ WHAT YOUR BOYFRIEND DOES FOR A LIVING!??!?!? wwx: he says he skates sometimes! and sometimes coaches the children's skating lessons during the summer in gusu! isn't he the best?

later, as wwx devolves into another rambling session over something lwj did or said that was incredibly funny, "he's so knowledgeable in figure skating and also really secretly bitchy about the !5U, he's hilarious--":

also hilarious when wwx holds a smaller master lecture - the first lwj can witness (which is also a marvel, being in the sidelines and watching another master in his own element, watching wwx rouse a crowd with words) - and when a kid on the 2nd row falls asleep, lwj is Furious

wwx: ah, forget about it, that's par for the course honestly, for this particular subject matter - hehe, get it? cuz it's one on dark matter hehe lwj, still scowling: nonetheless, it was Rude. lwj, inwardly: how could ANYONE find wei ying boring?! what an ingrate...!

3 years of marriage later, lxc messages lwj abt a tiny piece on the newspaper - an article about wwx winning a nobel peace prize - captioned, "is this our wwx???? he's a big deal?????" lwj, smug, "yes, that's My wwx. i told you. wwx is Special."

the first family dinner they have right after, lwj spends the whole time "subtly" gloating about it, how wwx IS as famous as lwj is wwx: aiya, you're still more famous than i am! more kids would rather watch the most beautiful and the GOAT, lwj skate than listen to me ramble!

wwx: which they should! cuz lwj is truly the best--! jc: god someone please get them to STOP nmj passing money to lxc: that was cheating, you practically goaded your brother; we could've at least gotten through dessert before he got started lxc: whatever you say a-jue

wangxian had been dating for a year and living together for 6 mos. of that before wwx finally realizes just what his boyfriend does for a living. and no, it wasn't when he found lwj's olympic gold medal while wwx was rooting through lwj's sock drawer for something or other.

(which at that time he'd thought was a prop??? some inside joke kind of replica????)

no, it was when, on a rare day off (where wwx was banned from the lab for holing up in there for 72 hours when he was supposed to be on mandatory leave), wwx finally turns up the news to find his boyfriend answering questions in a very formal very live press conference.

it takes wwx 5 mins of ogling his boyfriend all made up, so handsome, In A Suit, before he processes the headline: NATION'S REPRESENTATIVE OLYMPIC GOLD MEDALIST LWJ PREPARING FOR WINTER GAMES

(which, he knew lwj was leaving for work related to the olympics, but he didn't know it was AS A COMPETITOR - AND AS THE DEFENDING CHAMPION AT THAT!??!!?!?!!??!?!? LIKE, LAN ZHAN IS AMAZING WBK, BUT?!??!?!?!? HE'S DATING AN OLYMPIAN????? LAN ZHAN????????)

and Then, someone asks about lwj's new program. "i cannot say much detail, but i have been very inspired lately by cosmology - my partner has taught me a lot about matter and anti-matter, the various theories, and the wonder of its mystery. i dedicate my free skate to him."

wwx, in his boxers and one of lwj's older shirts, sitting in their shared living room with his red face in his hands: "y..yaep. yaeh... that's my lan zhan...lan zhannnnn"

and it's not like wwx is dense or dumb. he just has very niche interests and a near-obsessive, singular focus on these very niche and choice interests. but he does know how to put 2 and 2 together, very quickly when he notices them.

5 mos ago when lwj kept asking him about his last panel on anti-matter theories. the kids' idolization of lwj. the rigorous training lwj goes through. the couple of competitions lwj had left for a few days at a time (he'd thought as a coach!).

and knowing lwj, it's not so much as him actively keeping it from him, but rather that lwj rlly isn't one to talk about his achievements, fame and status. "gusu lan won again" probably meant /lwj/ won again. and wwx just replied with "oh yea? that's nice, as expected of my lz"

on the spot, wwx makes a few calls to his department (who is relieved and more than a little surprised that wwx finally decided to spend his vacation leaves) and his research assistants. he sends vicious messages to his siblings (YOU GUYS KNEW?!? HOW CLD YOU NOT TELL MEEEE?!?!?"

and then he fixes himself up and waits for lwj to come home.

lwj comes home, mentally exhausted as most media days always tend to leave him. except this time, there's a little more relief to coming home, because he knows wei ying will be waiting for him there.

wwx is not waiting for him there. or well, he's not waiting barefoot in the kitchen like he'd promised to this morning.

instead, wwx is staring up at the lwj skating his short program for sochi 2014 with the same starry-eyed, slack-jawed expression he wore when lwj did a tiny double toe loop at the public park on their first date.

(he'd been immediately scolded by the guard but that same expression on wwx's face had been worth it) lwj feels his ears heat up, though most of his embarrassment is taken over by slight trepidation.

he'd known from the moment they met that wwx had no interest or much knowledge about figure skating - he barely even knew how to skate. and though lwj never really talked about his career, he /has/ mentioned it to wwx, who seemed to have taken it in stride...

on screen, lwj's short program comes to a close, the camera focusing on the overwhelmed tears lwj had thought he'd managed to completely hide. wwx sniffles a little and lwj offers him his handkerchief. "wei ying...? are you oka--"

wwx jumps a foot of the couch with a screech. "LAN ZHAN!" lwj flinches a little. "YOU SCARED ME!! SINCE WHEN DID YOU COME BACK?!?!"

"just a few minutes..." truthfully, lwj's starting to feel a little miffed, the stress of the day catching up with him, and not a single hug or kiss from wwx in sight. "--ah, no, that's not it," wwx groans into his hands.

"aiyaa i lost track of time, this wasn't how it was supposed to go." wwx laments before launching himself out of the couch, wrapping arms and legs around lwj.

lwj inwardly thanks his core training for keeping him steady, and letting him enjoy having wwx in his arms.

instantly, all the tension eases from his shoulders and disappears completely when wwx pulls away to kiss him deep and slow.

"lan zhan, i missed you so much." wwx says in between pecks all over lwj's face. lwj hums in agreement. it truly was a long day.

"poor you," wwx says, rubbing circles at his temple and beneath his eyes. lwj barely resists the urge to purr. "were the press people mean to you?"

"not any more difficult than usual." lwj says, depositing the both of them on the couch.

then lwj pauses, wondering if he'd mentioned to wwx that today was indeed a press day...

"well, you know who's been mean to me?" wwx pulls away. "my whole family and friends, and even my own boyfriend!"

wwx pokes at his chest before lwj can even get a word in. "that's right, even my own boyfriend!"

"i--"

"why didn't you tell me you were famous?!?" wwx grasps him by the shirt and shakes him, wailing, "ALL THIS TIME I'VE BEEN DATING A CELEBRITY!!!"

"i am not--"

"lan zhaaan, you get featured on TV and lots of people know you, and you've got people idolizing you!"

"wei ying is the same." wwx gives him an unimpressed look. "that's not the same, and you know it. i'm not the one breaking world records every competition!"

"i do not break world records every competition." lwj replies dryly.

"lan zhaaan, that's not the point!" wwx kicks his legs in the air. "my boyfriend turns out to be a very important person and i didn't even know about it - i haven't been treating you right at all!"

"in what ways has wei ying not treated me right?" lwj tugs wwx closer by the wrists. "have you ever harmed or abused me in any way? have you ever treated me unkindly or with disrespect?"

"of course not, but that's basic human decency!" wwx says. "i should've been spoiling you!"

"and am i not spoiled with wei ying's affection every day?" lwj asks. wwx pouts. "the only way i want to be treated is as wei ying's partner - not as a celebrity or someone to worship - but as wei ying's equal."

"aiyaa, what have i said about those words of yours! have mercy on my poor heart." wwx whines, before kissing him again, and lwj knows he's won.

"i still think you deserve better..."

"i could say the same to wei ying." lwj says.

"my boyfriend is also an important figure in his industry, and has contributed greatly, making history with his many accomplishments." lwj says, immensely enjoying the deep flush creeping up wwx's face and neck.

"lan zhaaan, you don't play fair," wwx whines.

“i’m still bummed i had to find out through your press con - by /accident/!” wwx huffs later, after dinner and dessert featuring all of lwj’s favorites, and then Dessert...

“i truly did not mean to keep it from you.” lwj kisses his temple in apology. “i thought you knew.”

"i know," wwx blows a raspberry into lwj's nipple. lwj jolts and he grins with an apology kiss.

"at first, i did enjoy wei ying not knowing about me." lwj admits. "it was...a relief. there was no pressure."

"having all that attention, must be tough on you, huh." wwx laments.

"mm..." lwj hums, and wwx waits.

"but then, when i attended that conference with you, and saw you in your element - i wanted you to see me, too." lwj admits.

"oh, lan zhan," wwx rises so he can look into lwj's eyes. "i want to see you, too. i want to be part of your world, too"

"that's why i'm going with you to the olympics - and every event that puts you on ice, for that matter!" wwx says. "i want to see you doing what you love."

and lwj melts, the lines of his face softening into that rare but beautiful smile wwx loves so much.

"i would love that."

#long post #mdzs fic #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #physicist wei wuxian #figure skater lan wangji #when you don't know your boyfriend is a famous FS GOAT #mamoonde fics #fluff #crossposted from twitter

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queen-of-writing-bad-things · 3 months

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1

Episode 14: Let's Make A Steal

~Junk-N-Stuff~

"Hey guys, I got the light bulbs," Henry said, walking backwards into the store where he worked. He had a tray in his hands, but it soon went flying into the air when his colleagues jumped out at him.

"SURPRISE!" Ray, Charlotte, (y/n) and Gooch all yelled, as the lightbulbs smashed into millions of pieces of the fall.

"What was that for? It's not my birthday" The teen boy asked them, his heart still racing from the shock.

"We know." Ray smiled, as he pulled his sidekick further into the store towards Charlotte and (y/n).

"Give us your head," Charlotte told her friend. She began to spray his blond locks down with a can of hair spray, as (y/n) used some of her powdered foundation to tone down some of the boy's shininess.

"You, little buddy, are gonna be on television." The superhero said to Henry, who looked confused but also ecstatic at the idea of going on TV.

"I'll get the shirt." Gooch piped up and he dashed into the back of the shop.

"Shirt? Wait, what are you rubbing on my face?" Henry asked the young woman as she continued to dab his cheekbones.

"Makeup." She said simply.

"Why?" The boy asked, very puzzled at the bizarre situation he found himself in.

"You're gonna be on Spin And Win," Charlotte told him, and Henry was suddenly very excited. He loved watching the programme at home.

"The game show?" He grinned.

"Yep," Ray confirmed, (y/n) slapping his hands away when he tried to touch Henry's face. She wasn't about to let him grease up the boy's face again.

"Hey, which shirt should Henry wear? Gooch one or Gooch two?" Gooch said, having returned with two shirts that each had a photo of his face printed on them.

"Neither."

"Both look hideous." Ray and (y/n) said, both of them frowning at the weird shirts.

"Oh come on, Gooch is the new black." The Indian man tried to defend his clothing items, but Ray wouldn't let Henry go on national television with the man's face across his chest.

"Just go pick a different shirt." The boss said, so Gooch huffed and did as he was told.

"All right, can someone tell me why we're doing this?" Henry asked, putting his hands over Charlotte's hairbrush and (y/n)'s makeup sponge.

"We'll all tell you." The girl said to him, excited at revealing their devious plan.

"Alternating?" Ray looked at the two females.

"Sure. You start." Charlotte said to him, so Ray spun Henry around to face him.

"You know those weird burglaries that have been happening all over town?" The large man started, flicking Henry's hair around to get it to a good look. Next, it was (y/n)'s turn to talk to the teen.

"And how the police have no idea how the burglars are getting in and out of the people's houses?" She carried on, this time brushing his eyebrows out as she spoke to him. When she was done, Charlotte grabbed his shoulders and made him look at her.

"Well, I figured out that in every one of the houses that have been burglarised, someone had recently been on Spin and Win and won." The dark-haired girl sprayed his hair and brushed the product through. She wanted hold, but not crunch.

"But then, all the winner's prizes were stolen from their houses," Ray said, stepping back a little so he could admire their handiwork.

"You guys realise there's broken glass all over the floor." Henry pointed out to them, as Gooch came back with a cute, plaid button-down for Henry.

"How about this one?" The storekeeper showed them all, and they all agreed that it was perfect.

"That's great, it'll go with his eyes." (y/n) smiled, knowing that the kid would look great in front of the camera.

"Pop that ugly shirt off," Charlotte told him, not liking the black and blue t-shirt Henry had paired with an orange and blue paid button-down.

"Why do I have to change clothes?" He asked, thinking that his choice of outfit was good.

"Because you gown' be on TV, boy," Ray said in a southern accent, his high pitch making Henry giggle.

"Yeah, don't you wanna look gooooood?" (y/n) joined in, copying Henry's catchphrase.

"I thought I looked gooooood before I came in here." The boy looked at her, also using the elongated word.

"Ehhhhh." The rest of them said as Ray pulled off the orange shirt. Despite the insult about his clothing, Henry was still chipper, mainly because he was set to go on his favourite game show.

"Man, I can't believe I'm going on Spin and Win." He smiled, letting his friends groom him and change his clothes.

'Hey, what happens if Henry doesn't win?" Gooch said, putting a dampener on the merriment.

"He better win," Charlotte said, looking at the boy with serious eyes.

"Why?" Surely, just trying his best was enough, right?

"So you'll get the prizes..." Ray told him, helping him to slide the red plaid up his arms.

"And then, we lie and wait to see if your house is burgled." (y/n) smiled at him like it was no big deal.

"Wait, hang on," Henry interjected with a protest.

"You're smarter than me, why don't you go on the show and win?" He asked Charlotte, thinking that she'd be the more logical choice.

"I don't want my house burgled." She said in an obvious tone. They were doing the final touches on Henry's look when the kid's phone began to win.

"What's up?" The boy greeted, his father on the other end of the line.

"Hey Henry, would you please come home?" His dad asked as the others tried to brush his hair and apply makeup.

"Why?" He replied, batting away at their hands so he could concentrate.

"Because Jasper came over to hang out, but you're not here, Piper doesn't like him, your mom's at the rodeo until Sunday, and I got nothing to say to this kid." Mr Hart told his son, offending Jasper who was sat on the couch.

"Well, I'm not gonna be home until later tonight," Henry said, not bothering to stop the hands all over his face.

"Oh. Working late at the store?" Mr Hart asked.

"Nah, I'm gonna be on Spin and Win." The 13-year-old told his father excitedly.

"The game show?" The man said in disbelief.

"Yeah," Henry confirmed.

"Piper. Your brother's gonna be on Spin and Win." The boy heard his dad tell his little sister in the background.

"Can we go?" Henry's dad asked his son after Piper expressed her interest in seeing Henry play.

"Can my dad go to the show with my little sister?" The sidekick looked at Ray and (y/n) as he held the microphone to his chest.

"I guess." Ray nodded.

"Just tell them that they need to get there early so they can get tickets." The woman added, adding a small amount of blush to his cheeks so he didn't look so gaunt.

"Yeah, just get there early," Henry repeated what she'd said to his dad, hanging up the phone.

Charlotte and (y/n) stepped back from him, happy with the finished product.

"You're all done." They both smiled at him and handed the boy a mirror.

"I look goooood." Henry joked as Ray clapped him on the back.

"How'd you even get me a place on the show?" He asked his boss, who just pointed at his best friend.

"I know a guy who works for the network. He owed me a favour so, now we can play Spin and Win." She smiled at Henry. She had connections everywhere, especially in the most unlikely places.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Charlotte said to them all, so they ushered Henry into the Man Van and drove to the place where the game show was filmed.

~Spin and Win Studio~

The filming studio was amazing. The audience was sold out, the lights were bright and intense, there were stagehands everywhere, the place was buzzing. The presenter walked out onto the floor and introduced himself to the crowd, as Ray, (y/n) and Charlottespoke to Henry one last time before the show began.

"Now, remember, you have to win this game." Ray reminded him, which made (y/n) hit his pectoral with her hand.

"No pressure though." She said to the kid, not wanting him to have a nervous breakdown.

"And keep your eye open for any suspicious activity," Charlotte added too, prompting them that there was something fishy going on surrounding the show.

"Right." Henry nodded, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves.

"Yeah, stay focused. Can't let anything distract you from..." Ray let out a weird moan/groan as three beautiful women came to the stage area. They were wearing long, beautiful dresses and had had their makeup applied by a very talented makeup artist. (y/n) sighed quietly at his reaction, thinking that he never looked at her that way when she entered a room. The fact that they had captured his attention so easily made her feel so downhearted.

"Uh...I better go...check out those girls." Ray said to the three of them, hoping that the three of them would be enough to fill the (y/n)-sized hole in his heart. If only he knew how his words and actions made her feel severely undressed and inadequate. What did they have that she couldn't give him?

"Why?" Charlotte asked him in an accusing tone, knowing that every time he pulled something like this, (y/n) buried her feelings even deeper into her heart. She and Henry were worried that one day, she would dig too deep and lose her love for him, leaving him wondering where it all went wrong.

"It's my job." He stated in an obvious voice, walking over to the game-show-girls. (y/n) swallowed her jealousy as she watched him shake hands with each one of them, wishing that she could've captivated him like that when she first met him.

Unlike the glamourous ladies, she had been wearing sweatpants and a coffee-stained t-shirt when she first encountered Captain Man. Her favourite cafe had been robbed and the famed superhero had been called to a hostage situation, (y/n) being the one held captive. However, she wasn't going to stick around and leave her life in a stranger's hands. So using what little knowledge she had in self-defence, she beat the weapon out of his grip and whacked the robber over the head with a chair. She then promptly served herself another iced latte and walked out of the cafe to tell the beefy man that she'd done the job for him, and well, the rest was history.

Snapping out of her daydream, she heard a man calling Henry to the stage, and before she knew it, Charlotte was pulling her backstage to where they would watch Henry with bated breath.

Little did she know that when Ray first laid eyes on her, he'd never seen anyone so beautiful or fallen quite so hard. ~

Henry had been surprisingly good so far in the game and he had made it into the final two. Charlotte had pulled Ray away from the pretty women and (y/n) was holding onto his arm tightly, her nervous nature making her feel on-edge for the boy.

"Okay, we got a tie game going, whoever gets the next question right, will move onto our final round, where they will the five spectacular prizes you see rotating on that thing over there." The presenter said to the two contestants, as Ray and Charlotte looked at each other nervously.

"Hey," Charlotte said to two kids around her age, deciding to take the time to explore the backstage area. The boy and girl spun around in their chairs and looked at her with irritation on their faces.

"Uh, it must be fun having a dad who's the host of a cool game show." She carried on despite the daggers they were glaring at her, hoping that she could break the ice.

"Yeah, it's so great."

"We just love being forced to work here while our friends get to go out and have fun." They spat at her sarcastically, making Charlotte jump back at their tones.

"Oh. Well...what are those buttons for? Do they make the prize wheel spin?" The girl asked them in a cheerful and friendly voice.

"Um, I'm hoping this button makes you walk away." The rude boy said as he repeatedly jammed a button.

"Well," Charlotte said in disgust, getting the message and leaving the kids to be mean on their own.

"Ready, guys? For one thousand points, what do these three celebrities have in common, Jimmy Fallon, Jack Black and Taylor Swift?" The presenter asked, making Henry and his female opponent look away in thought. Henry pressed his buzzer, thinking he knew the answer.

"None of them have won Olympic medals." He said confidently, which was taken as a correct answer. He was through to the final round!

"Yeah!" Ray jumped up in happiness, spilling his popcorn a little, but (y/n) and Charlotte were too happy to care. What they didn't know was the two mean kids from before were hypnotising Henry as he looked at the prizes.

"Wait, what's wrong with Henry?" (y/n) pointed out that the kid looked dazed and didn't hear when the presenter called his name.

"Is he drooling?" Ray asked as the woman next to him stole some of his popcorn.

"Oh, Henry?" Henry snapped out of the trance as the criminals backstage stopped the hypnosis screen and a stagehand came out to wipe his mouth.

"You okay?" The host asked as the boy came to his senses.

"Yeah, sorry, Rick." Henry smiled at the crowd and nervously laughed. What had happened back there?

"No worries. Now, to win those five prizes there on the prize wheel, you'll have to identify ten breeds of dogs in under thirty seconds." Rick said to him, making (y/n) grab Ray's arm in delight.

"Oh my god, this is my specialist subject!" She squealed, having looked at every dog breed on the supercomputer when she was pining for a pet.

"Come on, kid." Ray encouraged, even though Henry couldn't hear him.

"You got this, Henry," Charlotte said too, giving the boy all her best wishes.

"Let's do it!" The teen clapped his hands together and prepared for the images that were about to come on screen.

"Your time begins...now!" The presenter said as the first dog appeared on the monitor.

"German Shepard!" Henry answered immediately, making (y/n) gasp in delight. She knew a heck of a lot about dogs.

"Cocker Spaniel!" Another right answer, maybe they had a common interest.

"Norwegian Blue Hound!" Or maybe not.

"No! That's an Alaskan Malamute!" (y/n) sighed, feeling for the kid. Ray and Charlotte winced at his incorrect answer too, but the boy moved past his mistake quickly.

"Great Dane!" He got back on track with another right answer.

"Micro Mini Goldendoodle!" That was a hard one, but luckily, the kid was able to recognise its adorable cuteness.

"Maltese!" He said, breaking his answer streak.

"No, it's Bichon Frisé." (y/n) turned into Ray's arm, knowing that it didn't matter if she knew them because she wasn't Henry.

"Schnauzer!" Only five more correct answers to go.

"Uhhhh, Mexican Bulldog." Henry guessed, making (y/n) groan.

"No, French Bulldog, French Bulldog!" She whispered, his fists clenching as the timer ticked down.

"Russell Hicks Terrier!" The three backstage were holding their breath in anticipation, their hearts racing too.

"Come on, just four more!" Charlotte squealed as she and (y/n) squeezed Ray's biceps.

"You're hurting my arms." He said to them in a strained voice, causing the girls to quickly pull away.

"Oh, sorry!" (y/n) apologised, rubbing the spot where she had gripped him too tightly.

"I'm okay." He mumbled out his catchphrase before becoming engrossed in Henry's performance again.

"Spotless Dalmation!" Henry said. He was so close!

"Wang--dooby-doo-doo!" He had no clue what the hairless dog was.

"Chinese Crested, French Bulldog mix!" (y/n) said aloud without thinking, her vast knowledge on the subject making the man and girl next to her look at her strangely.

"What? I like dogs." She told them.

"Rottweiler!" One more to go!

"Just one dog away!" Charlotte and (y/n) were holding each other in excitement.

"Uhhh...Shih Zhu?" Henry stuttered out, winning the game with seconds to spare.

"And Henry Hart wins the five prizes on that thing there!" His three friends were cheering and jumping for joy backstage. Ray gave Charlotte a high five and kissed (y/n)'s cheek without thinking. She stepped back with tinted cheeks, but she could just blame it on the excitement.

"Wait there!" Ray gave her his popcorn and ran to the stage. He danced onto the stage and put an arm around two girls, a huge smile on his face as he acted like he was meant to be there. The butterflies in (y/n)'s stomach died away as she watched the girls cuddle into him. Looks like the kiss meant nothing at all, it was just his flirty nature getting the better of him.

A stagehand came to take him away, the large man not being allowed on camera even though he knew Henry. Ray struggled against him, ranting about how it was his job, but he was dragged off by his feet all the same.

~Henry's house~

"What? You didn't see me win the game show?" Henry asked his dad on the phone, as his friends moved all his prizes from the van outside into his house. Ray came in with an electric guitar, (y/n) carrying the amp behind him.

"No, Piper got into a fight with an usher, and then she broke Jasper's nose with her selfie stick." Mr Hart told the story.

"Where do you want the hot yoghurt machine?" Charlotte interrupted with the odd device in her hands.

"Over there." Henry pointed to a spot in the kitchen and the girl did as she was told. In the hospital room, Mr Hart was shushing Jasper, as the poor boy was groaning in pain.

"I think we're gonna be here for a while. I called Jasper's parents, but they can't come to the hospital." Henry's dad said.

"Why can't they?" Henry asked, thinking that surely their only child was the most precious thing in their lives.

"They ordered a pizza and they want to wait for the pizza." He replied, outraging Henry, but he didn't say anything since he knew Jasper might hear it.

"Got it." He said. Ray plugged in the instrument he had brought in, making (y/n) look at him with excitement. She always loved it when he played, even if it was a rare treat.

"So, Piper and I'll stay here with Jasper until they release him." Mr Hart told his son, which meant Henry had free reign of the house until he returned.

"Cool. Poop ya later." The teenager said goodbye to his father in a weird way.

"Poop ya." And with that, the call ended. Ray was playing some riffs on the guitar, as Henry turned to the two adults near the couch.

"Looks like my dad's gonna be in the hospital all night." Henry rolled his eyes, making Charlotte stand up in worry.

"Your dad's at the hospital? What happened?" She questioned.

"No, Piper broke Jasper's nose with her selfie stick." The boy told his friend.

"Oh my god, Piper has a selfie stick?" Charlotte was less concerned about her curly-haired friend and more about the idea of Piper with another gadget.

"God help us." (y/n) breathed out. To be fair, she and Piper got on fairly well, especially after she took her to the movies, bought her snacks and essentially facilitated her becoming the president of the Man Fans.

"So, uh, where's your mom?" Ray asked, his fingers dancing up the fretboard. The young woman next to him tensed at his question, remembering how he was all over her the last time they were at Henry's house.

"At the rodeo until Sunday," Henry said in annoyance, not liking that Ray fancied his mother to get over (y/n). Ray played a country riff on the guitar, trying to impress the three around him, but they didn't care.

"You said rodeo. So I played a riff with a...country flair." Ray stated, smirking at (y/n) as he tickled the strings. She rolled her eyes at his antics.

"What's the plan tonight?" Henry asked Charlotte, leaving the adults to play with the guitar.

"I say we just hang out here all night..." Charlotte was interrupted as Ray played a rock and roll riff from one of (y/n)'s favourite songs. How could he deny her request when she smiled so brightly?

"And wait for the burglar to try to break in." Charlotte finished explaining, as (y/n) hugged Ray in thanks and he put the guitar around her neck. She played a similar sound, impressing the man that she knew how to play.

"And if the burglar does break in, we jump on him and stop that!" Henry shouted at (y/n) as she and Ray got too carried away by the music. The two pulled pouty faces and the woman played a sad riff as they backed off.

~Thirty minutes later~

Each person had spread across the house, looking through windows to see which way the burglar would come in. Charlotte was armed with a baseball bat, and (y/n) had a shovel from the garage. Ray and Henry were more than capable of kicking ass, so they just stuck with their fists.

"Do you see anything?" (y/n) whispered to Ray as he peered out of a window that faced the garden. Her makeshift weapon was clutched tightly in her hand, but Ray was certain she wouldn't need it. He would fight until his last breath to keep her safe.

"Hey, hey! A van just pulled up in front of the house." Charlotte yelled from her position at the door, making the others dash over to her.

"A van?" Henry reiterated.

"Criminals love vans." Ray hissed, as they looked through the windows.

"It's gotta be the burglars!" (y/n) gasped, seeing how creepy the shady van was. Suddenly, a phone started to buzz.

"Who's phone's vibrating?" Charlotte asked, everyone, frowning since there was no time for a nice chat.

"Mine. Someone wants to video chat me." Henry took his phone from his pocket and saw that there was no caller I.D.

"It's bad luck not to accept a video chat." The teen girl said to him, so he moved away from the group and answered the call. Staring at the screen, the same swirly video from the game show began to play. Henry's face fell into a gormless expression, as Derek and Maddy hypnotised him again. Speaking through a microphone in the studio, the brother and sister instructed Henry to put all his prizes into the van.

Ending the call, a delirious Henry started to pick up all his new stuff and started to take it outside, much to the bewilderment of Ray, (y/n) and Charlotte, who hadn't noticed anything during the call. The boy just walked past them, leaving them to stand in confusion, as he burglarised himself.

"Hey, where you taking that?" Ray asked him, feeling puzzled.

"Henry, wha--He just walked past us." Charlotte was utterly baffled.

"And I think he was drooling again." The man pointed out, as (y/n) took her shovel onto the porch.

"He's putting everything in the van!" She pointed to the boy, who just walked back into the house to pick up another item.

Ray stood in front of him to stop him from moving.

"Henry, why are you putting your prizes in that van outside?" The superhero asked, but the kid just stayed silent.

"Say something," Charlotte added, but again, Henry said nothing. (y/n) put her hand on his shoulder, but he just shrugged her off and grabbed Ray's underwear elastic and pulled it up, causing the man to groan in pain. The two females flinched as his eyes watered at the pain. With Ray out of his way, Henry was free to pick up another prize.

"Why's Henry acting so weird?" Ray asked as he rearranged his underwear.

"I don't know. But it started when someone video-chatted him. Maybe..." Charlotte realised.

"Sweet cheese, hypnosis." (y/n) clicked her fingers and looked up at Ray with wide eyes.

"Hypnosis?" The teen girl wasn't convinced that a person could be put in a trance and made to do things against their will.

"Yeah, you know, mind tricks and stuff," Ray said to her.

"So that's why the cops could never catch the burglar," Charlotte exclaimed, piecing everything together.

"Because there is no burglar." Ray realised too.

"So someone's figured out a way to make people burgle themselves." (y/n) finishing, blowing out her cheeks at the revelation.

"Hey, guys!" Henry sauntered in happily, having no recollection of what had just happened after the siblings released him from the hypnosis.

"Hey, where'd all my prizes go?" The boy's face fell as he noticed the empty room.

"You picked them up, took them outside, and put them in a van," Charlotte explained, Henry looking at her like she'd grown a second head.

"And then the van drove off." (y/n) said with her arms folded.

"Huh?" The boy was very confused.

"We'll explain later. Right now we're going to track that van and find your prizes." Ray reassured him that he would get his things back.

"And find the criminals who made you burglarise yourself," Charlotte added, knowing that her friend would want justice for himself and the other victims.

"Good thing I put trackers on all the prizes, right?" (y/n) smiled, which made Ray give her a side hug as if to say he was proud of her.

"Right, but first..." The man walked from her side and over to Henry. In revenge for what the boy did to him earlier, he grabbed Henry's underwear elastic and pulled it upwards, making him release a similar groan.

"Owwwww!" Henry howled.

"Raymond!" (y/n) shouted at his pettiness. The kid had been hypnotised, he couldn't help his actions. Ray let go of the underwear with a snap and walked out the door, his best friend following him and shouting obscenities, leaving Henry to waddle out with Charlotte.

~Back at the studio~

"No, no. We'll sell you four of the prizes. No, just four. 'Cause, we're keeping the hot yoghurt machine." Derek said to another criminal on the phone, wanting to sell the hot items they had stolen quickly.

"Yeah, we are." Maddy joined him, wanting to keep the best prize for themselves.

"All right, they are on their way over with the money." The boy nodded at the girls Ray had fancied, and they all expressed their excitement at the idea of getting paid for their involvement.

Suddenly, the lights came on and Henry and Ray burst on the scene dressed in their Kid Danger and Captain Man uniforms.

"Hey! Get your hands off that hot yoghurt machine." Henry snapped at the girls, making them back off.

"Captain Man and Kid Danger," Maddy whispered in worry to her brother, knowing how strong the superheroes duo were.

"What do you guys want?" Derek barked at them.

"We want you to stop hypnotising innocent game show contestants and stealing their prizes." Ray snapped back.

"Yeah, that's what we want." Henry agreed with him, glaring at the kids.

"You kids make me sad. 'Cause, you're jerks." Captain Man shook his head in disappointment at how the kids had behaved.

"You don't know anything about us," Maddy said in a whiny voice.

"You have no idea what it's like spending all day working here." Derek carried on after his sister.

"Watching other people win cool prizes." The girl added in an agitated voice.

"So you think it's okay to hypnotise innocent prize winners?"

"And force them to give their prizes back?" The superheroes asked.

"So you guys can sell them for money?" They were both disgusted with how spiteful the siblings were.

"It's worked out great so far."

"Well, yeah. I mean--we have no problem with it." Were their answers, so Henry decided it was time to stop them.

"Well, now it's time for you two to spin and--" He started, but Ray cut him off.

"And lose." The quip lost its coolness when they both tripped over each other's words.

"I was gonna say that." Kid Danger sighed to his boss.

"Yeah, sure you were." The large man retorted.

"You guys are gonna get it now." Maddy hissed at them.

"Girls! Show our contestants what they've won." Derek smirked as he and his stepped back, and the beautiful women stepped into fighting stances.

"I think those girls wanna fight us," Henry said in alarm.

"I could think of worse things," Ray smirked to him, but Henry decided to tease him even more.

"Dude, you know you would rather (y/n) do that stuff, not them." It was Henry's turn to smirk, and Ray flushed into a deep red.

"HEY!" The man shoved him a little bit, not wanting to think of his friend like that at that moment. He would melt into a puddle if he did.

"We can't hit girls," Henry said to him, as he refocused on the situation at hand.

"Right," Ray said as he shook himself back to propriety.

"Quinoa!"

"Bok choy!"

"Fugu!" The three women shouted the three foods as they jumped out at the males.

"How do we fight 'em?" Henry asked Ray, the three girls looking tough.

"Uh, we don't. Just try to avoid getting hurt." Ray said, also panicking.

"But how do we--" The boy was cut off as a brunette came charging towards him, doing numerous flips and athletic moves. All Ray and Henry could do were avoid their attacks and occasionally push them back. The woman punched and kicked them across the studio, as the brother and sister smirked at the frightened heroes. Henry ran around the podiums to avoid the brunette as she tried to hit him. A redhead punched Ray across the face as a blonde knocked him off his feet. They were getting their asses whooped.

Henry crawled under a table to hide, as Ray was dragged across the floor by his foot.

"Seriously?" He asked, feeling helpless, as Henry crawled away from the woman. She punched him on his back, sending him to the floor as Ray was being pummeled. The two women had him in a chokehold, as Henry grabbed the brunette's hair, and to his surprise, it came off. It was a wig!

"Captain Man!" Henry called out to his boss.

"What?" The man struggled out as the blonde tried to crush his windpipe.

"These girls are dudes." Henry yelled at him, the 'brunette' holding his hands over his real hair. Ray pulled the redhead's and blonde's wigs off and saw for himself that Henry was telling the truth.

"They are dudes!" He growled, but it seemed the criminals were just as shocked as they were.

"Did you know they were dudes?" Dereck asked his sister.

"I had no idea." She said, her eyes as wide as saucers.

"Now what?" Henry asked.

"Now we can hit them as hard and as often as we want," Ray exclaimed.

"Then let's do that!" Henry punched the former brunette, as Ray freed himself from the choke. The siblings were starting to look more and more worried as Captain Man and Kid Danger fought against the men. Ray shoved two of them together as Henry pulled the other one's nose. Using a roundhouse kick, the larger man knocked out his opponents, and his sidekick used one final punch to add one more body to the floor.

"Nah!" He mocked the men, the criminal kids knowing that the game was up.

"And to think I was gonna ask all three of you out at the same time," Ray said to the groaning henchmen, as Henry glared at him, thinking about how upset (y/n) would have been to see him wine and dine three girls at once.

"I guess you're going to call the cops on us now," Dereck said sheepishly.

"Yeah, I am." Captain Man deadpanned. They had done the crime, now they had to do the time.

"(y/n) saved the number, it's nine, one--" Henry tried to tell his boss, aware of how dumb he was sometimes.

"I know the number." He snapped, making the call so the kids could face justice.

~Later that night~

Mr Hart, Jasper and Piper came home to many surprising things. The first was the numerous prizes scattered across the living room. The second was seeing the number of people still in their house, including Ray and (y/n) who were strangers to Mr Hart. And the third was that Ray was playing a riff on the guitar, just as they opened the door.

"Hey!" The four people greeted them.

"Wow."

"What is all this?" Piper and her dad exclaimed as they entered the house, eyeing all the new gadgets.

"The prizes I won on the game show," Henry explained to his family as Piper picked up a weird device.

"Whoa. What's this thing?" She asked him, picking it to inspect it.

"It's for fighting sharks." (y/n) told the little girl, who looked impressed.

"It's called a sharkpoon," Charlotte added. Ray nudged Henry, gesturing to himself and (y/n) since he felt awkward just standing there in a stranger's house.

"Oh, dad, these are my bosses from Junk-N-Stuff," Henry said to his father, who walked over to shake their hands.

"Oh." Mr Hart said with a smile on his face, happy to finally meet whom his son was working for.

"Ray Manchester." The brown-haired man said politely with a firm handshake before Mr Hart looked to the woman on his left.

"And I'm (y/n) (y/l/n), lovely to meet you." She gave him a warm smile.

"Yeah, you too." He greeted her back.

"You have a beautiful wife." Ray slipped into the conversation, as the young woman's smile tightened and became a little too wide.

"House, he meant house." She didn't miss a beat, correcting what her best friend had said when Mr Hart's face looked a bit confused. Even though what Ray said made her feel a pain in her heart, she was always there to pull him out when he got himself into trouble.

"Thanks." Mr Hart overlooked the comment, as Piper started going on about the shark weapon again.

"How does a sharpoon work?" She asked her brother.

"Be careful with that," Henry warned her. If that thing could bring down a shark, then it could probably seriously injure a person too.

"Be careful with that." Piper disparaged, before turning back to the sharpoon.

"So, how's your nose?" Charlotte asked Jasper, the boy's face being covered in bandages.

"Broken. But it's going to heal." He told her.

"And then it will it look better or worse?" The girl asked him, offending the boy who quite liked his nose.

"The same." He replied in a monotone voice.

"Sorry, dude." Charlotte apologised, but Jasper wasn't sure if she was apologising about the comment or how his nose was going to look.

"Okay people!" Henry called to his friends and family, beckoning them over to the kitchen where seven bowls of steaming hot yoghurt were waiting.

"Who's hungry for something goooooodd?" Henry smiled, as they all went over to the table.

"Okay, 'cause..." Henry started.

"HOT YOGHURT!" He and Charlotte said together, everyone getting excited over the treat.

"Wow, you won a ho-yo machine?" Mr Hart asked his son. They all grabbed a bowl, but (y/n) didn't look too keen when the smell hit her nose.

"Yeah, dad," Henry said, thinking that the sight of the machine on the table made it pretty obvious. (y/n) stirred the dairy dessert around with the spoon, not sure if she was gonna like it.

"You don't have to eat it if you don't want to," Ray murmured into her ear, but she smiled up at him reassuringly.

"No, you got beaten up by a load of men in lycra for this. I'm eating it." She said, getting the yoghurt on her spoon and ate a mouthful. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. It was warm and sweet, but not too sweet.

"That's good." She said and the others agreed with her.

"Well, I had a pretty bad day, but this makes up for all--" Jasper was cut off when Piper accidentally fired the sharpoon and the arrow went through his nose. The other people in the room looked at him in horror, immediately putting the weapon down. (y/n) put her yoghurt down on the table and went to help the boy.

"Okay, head back. Mr Hart, it looks like you're going back to the ER." She said, grabbing a tissue to dab up the dribble of blood that was coming out of the wound. Mr Hart sighed and grabbed his car keys.

"Come on, Jasper." He told the boy, guiding him to the door with a hand on his back.

"Sorry, dude," Henry called out to them, knowing that Jasper would have to have more work done on his nose. The boy just waved a hand behind his back as he and his friend's father left to go back to the hospital.

The rest of the group ate in a content silence for a few minutes, until (y/n) had about half a bowl left. Deciding that she wanted to cheer them all up, she took her spoon and wiped some yoghurt on the tip of Ray's nose.

"I got your nose too." She grinned up at him, making the kids look at them when Ray tickled her ribs in revenge. She shrieked out in laughter and Piper turned to Henry as she watched the friends laugh together and fall into a hug. Ray looked huge over her, and she gazed at him like he put the stars in the sky.

"Are they in love?" She whispered in her brother's ear.

"Yeah, definitely." He confirmed, seeing the way Ray returned the woman's loving stare.

"Are they boyfriend and girlfriend?" Piper asked again in a hushed tone.

"No. No, they are not." Henry sighed. The sight of the two would make anyone believe in love, but they couldn't see what was happening right in front of their faces.

"Well, they should be." The little girl told her brother, thinking that if soulmates existed, (y/n) would be Ray's.

"Yeah. Yeah, they should." The boy breathed out, praying to any Cupid out there to send an arrow their way.

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HATE THE GAME - EDDIE MUNSON AND STEVE HARRINGTON

SUMMARY: The reader is a player. She’s messing with Eddie and Steve. She would have sex with Eddie then turn around and make out with Steve. Well one day they found out what you were doing and decided to punish you.

PARINGS: eddie munson x luxury!fem!black!reader, steve harrington x luxury!fem!black!reader

WARNINGS: smut, choking! slapping! kissing! complete filth

DETAILS: smut and kinda modern day

“that was amazing.” You flopped down on the bed that belonged to Eddie Munson. You checked your watch to see the time. Oh, you really have to go. You were expecting a call from Steve. You would go to Eddie if you want a more rough sex then turn to Steve if you wanted it on the passionate side. Either way they had no clue you were up to this. You started to scramble and picked up pieces of your outfit on the floor while eddie was in the watching. “gotta go again.” You came to a halt. Your back was facing him so you rolled your eyes and turned back to eddie a smile.

“m’sorry, curfew.” You place you foot into the skirt one by one then walked over to Eddie’s side of the bed then leaned down for a kiss. Which was held longer than you intended to when eddie placed his hand on the back of your box braids. After breaking the kiss you grabbed you purse and headed out the trailer. To be fair, you didn’t lie this time. You actually had curfew but Steve would do this thing where he’ll call you around that time and you didn’t want to miss the call. Once you left the trailer the cold are struck you, making you hug yourself as you walked to your car.

The worst part about all of this is that you had a schedule book that marked the time you will have with Eddie and Steve. When the time is up with Eddie you turn to Steve and everything was perfectly balanced. This book was your prized possession and it organized everything perfectly. You would set up times with Eddie and Steve that would perfectly fit the time in your book so when your done Steve, Eddie comes right after. You were truly a player, the best one in Hawkins.

When you made it home you were greeted by your mom. She looked up at you and smiled. “hey honey, how was your meet with Chrissy” You put on a fake smile and spoke, “good, where’s dad.” Your dad was never home. He worked a lot because he claimed it takes a lot of work to get the things you want. It’s not like you asked to be rich. “he’s out working, he’ll be here in the morning, hon.” You nodded and headed up stairs in your room. After you got settled in you sitting on the bed in you pink silk pajamas and bonnet waiting for the call. After moments of painting your nails and listening to your favorite Janet Jackson cassette a ringing noise filled your room.

You walked over to your shiny white telephone and picked it up which made the noise stop. “hello.” You knew who it was but said that anyways. “you know who it is.” Steve’s noise filled your ears. You scoffed and rolled your head in amusement. “m’sorry care to remind me.” You were playing dumb just to get a rise out of him. “i’m the reason why you couldn’t walk last night.” Wow.

“hey Steve.”

Last night’s call was a bunch of dirty talk and you enjoyed every minute of it. But you feel unsteady as you feel eyes on the back of your head while you’re sitting with Chrissy in the lunchroom. You turn around to see Eddie looking at you like how a tiger looks at its prey. “you okay y/n?” Chrissy sweet voice fills your ears. You turned back to her and nodded then looked back to see Eddie gone. Well two can play that game, “excuse me for a sec ladies, I’m on my period.” They all gave you a pout and nodded in understanding as you left the cafeteria.

You were now walking in the halls looking for Eddie but you had no luck so far. You mumbled curses as you couldn’t find him and stopped and gave up by the janitor’s closet. Right when you we’re about to leave a hand come out of now where and grabbed you arm and yanked you in the janitor’s closet. You looked up to see Eddie grinning at you. “stop smiling you asshole you almost made a tear in my new sweater.” You pouted examining your sweater. “don’t worry, sweets, there’s no tear.” Eddie didn’t really care but he did care about what he was going to do to you in this closet. He captured your lips in a rough kiss while his hand was wrapped around your throat. He squeezed slightly and you moaned into the kiss. The one thing you liked about Eddie over Steve was his rings. You liked the feeling of cool metal on your brown skin.

By now you were dripping with need and you watched with lust blown eyes as he knelt down and kissed your thick brown thighs. He kept eye contact with you as he got closer and closer to where you need him. Suddenly a knock on door filled the room. “nasty kids get out of here.” You groaned as Eddie stood up from the floor and mumbled a “sorry princess” as he opened the door to show a man in his mid 40s with a angry face.

Well now you got to finger your self in the bathroom.

Now you’re sitting in your car, a 1987 Ferrari F40 to be exact, and you’re eying the Family Video building which was where Steve worked. He told you to come by after school just to talk but you knew that y’all weren’t just going to talk. You popped the car door open then stepped out making a clicking noise by you heels. Then strutted all the way to the entrance. You opened the door making a ringing noise by the bell. You saw Steve by the counter he was on the computer. “robin can you get that.” He spoke not even looking up at the entrance. A dirty blond chick came but didn’t speak because she was in awe of your looks. “hey I’m here for steve.” Steve instantly looked up when he heard his voice but turned to turned girl that was looking at you hard. “back off Robin this one’s mine.” Steve stood up and walked over to the counter. “I don’t mind.” You winked at Robin. Robin smirked and flipped Steve off. He scoffed and leaned down from the counter for a kiss. You hummed into the kiss and disconnected with a smile. “Hey, stevie-pooh.” Steve his eyes then spoke, “ready for our talking session.”

‘So fucking pretty and all mine,” Steve smirked. You mentally rolled your eyes. Your not his or Eddie’s you actually both of theirs but they don’t know that. He gripped your thighs tightly, working his tongue on your clit. “holy shit, don’t make me cry you’ll ruin my makeup.” you cried. Steve made a muffled chuckle and pulled away from in between your legs. “you’ll look pretty either way, hon.” Steve said before going back to work. Your fingers laced through his long hair and your eyes squeezed shut as you thought about the treatment you were gonna get from Eddie after this too. “fuck eddie m’gonna-

You finished off with a loud moan mixed with a gasp. Steve got from between legs and kissed you making you taste yourself on his lips. Steve was feeling kinda awkward as he knew for a fact you called him “Eddie.” After that day Steve kept replaying your moan in his head. “fuck eddie” played in his head his entire shift. “hey dingus, restore them Back To The Future DVDs faster.” Steve didn’t realize he was just standing in front of the shelf in his own little world. He went back to restocking with one thing on his mind. You need to be punished.

It was a new day and you were visiting Eddie this time. To be honest you were kinda getting tired of the whole player thing. You plan on telling them soon but not right now. You made your way up to the trailer that was so familiar to you now then knocked. The door swung open to reveal Eddie’s smirking face. “come on, sweets. You know you’ve been here enough to know that you don’t have to knock.” You roll your eyes and walked in the trailer. You turned to eddie and was in the middle of leaning into his lips but he stopped you. You looked at him confused. “What’s wrong?” Eddie chuckled and smirked. To be honest he was scaring you. “you’re scaring me eddie what’s the deal?”

Eddie’s smirked became even wider. “gotta surprise for you, sweets.” You smile in glee. “close you eyes, sweet pea.” You did what you were told and closed them seeing nothing but pitch black. “go ahead and come out steve.” You furrowed your eyebrows then opened your eyes to see Steve and Eddie in front of you smirking. “you’ve been a bad girl, y/l/n.” You nervously chuckled. “I’m confused.” Eddie rolled his eyes when you made that statement. “Don’t act dumb we know what you been up to.” You shook your head in disbelief. “tell her steve.” Eddie spoke as he jerked his head motioning to you.

“well do you remember that day I ate you out at my job? Well while you were moaning you called me eddie.” You gasped as you started to remember. How could you mess up so easily? “so I called eddie about it and he claimed that you’ve done the same thing a couple of times and here we are.” Eddie shook his head. “You were just too much of a dumb slut to notice, huh?”

At this point you were looking down at your red pumps in disbelief not daring to look them in the eyes. “I guess s-“

“shut up you don’t get to speak.” Steve cuts you off as tears start to fill your eyes then they started to fall. Eddie saw a drop fall from your face then he chuckled in amusement. “look steve the slut is crying.” Steve shook his head. “You played both of us and you got the nerve to cry?”

“m’sorry.” You mumbled. Eddie and Steve’s gaze shifted to you in complete anger. “huh? Speak up, whore.” You we’re starting to get angry so you raised your voice. “I said I’m sorry, okay?”

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief and looked at Steve like “are you hearing this?” then looked at you. “I know you’re not raising your voice at us, sweetheart.” Steve looked at you with a stern look. You knew you were crying not too long ago but you couldn’t help but clench your thighs together feeling the slick friction from in between your thighs as Steve and Eddie noticed. “But don’t worry, cupcake, we’re gonna fuck you so hard your head will pop.”

"Get on the bed and spread those legs. Now," you instantly did what you were told . “finally actually acting like a good girl for once, huh.” Eddie spoke. They could see your nipples hardening through your crop top from how cold the room was. Steve strip his shirt off and kick his shoes off before crawling between your legs to kiss you. Eddie crawled on the bed then started going at it on your neck. You still couldn’t believe what was happening to you right now. Eddie started to lift up your shirt then started to work in your bra right after. “perfect tits.” Then Steve started pay attention to you tits. Steve swirled his tongue around the hard dark brown bud as you moan in euphoria.

Eddie got off the bed and kneeled in front of you working on your skirt til he noticed you had my panties underneath. “no panties?”

“what can I say? I always come prepar-”

You got cut off with gasp as a tongue flicked on your clit. You slipped your fingers through Eddie's hair, tightening the strands into your fist as you were getting close, shifting your hips so he could give attention to your clit, flattening his tongue against it. “keep doing that," you whispered, and Eddie didn't hesitate. A string of curses falling from your lips. Your high pitched gasps were heard around the room as eddie went to work. Steve on the other hand started to take of the rest of his clothes. “You like how his tongue bumps into your swelling bud, princess?" Steve cooed, raising his free hand to squeeze your tit.

She's close," Steve says , looking at your facial expressions. “Yeah no shit, harringt-” you instantly get cut off by a harsh slap to your face. Steve grabbed you by the throat making you air supply cut off a little. “you should know by now not to talk back to me.” Eddie smirked and looked up at you. “she liked that huh, harrington?”

“m’gonna cum," You admitted, your eyes never leaving Steve's. "m’gonna- fuck I hate you both." You moan as the knot in your stomach was about to snap as eddie pulled away. Eddie slapped you ten times harder than Steve did. “you hate us, huh. Well let’s see if you hate us even more when we don’t let you cum.” Eddie says smirking as you eyes went wide in pled. “no m’sorry I didn’t mean that I swear.” You started to babble nonsense as tears filled your eyes but Eddie ignored you. “get on the bed fully, sweetheart.”

You did as you were told as Steve pumped himself a few times from beside you before moving to kneel between your legs, one of his hands slipping underneath your right knee to prop your leg up. Steve slid his tip down your wet folds in a single stripe before slowly entering you. Eddie started kissing at your neck and grouped you deep brown tits. “you feel so fucking good," Steve whimpered, filling you all the way until his hips were flush against the back of your thighs. He grabbed both of your feet that was in the air, his fingers digging into them as he slowly began to thrust. Steve began to pick up speed as he looked down to see himself slip in and out of you. You kept eye contact with Steve as your mouth was wide open and eyebrows furrowed. Eddie stood on his knees beside you and unbuckle his pants which released himself to a slap on his pelvis. He scooted closer you your mouth and shoved himself down your throat with his hand around your neck.

“slap her Steve.” Eddie grunted. Steve slapped you as he pounded faster into you. “you like that? Huh? awe fuck.” You were clenching on to him like a koala on a tree. Steve was slamming into you like his life depended on it, “you know we shouldn’t even let you cum.” Eddie says harshly as you gag around him. “yeah I think that’s fair sense you like to play around and be a nasty slut.” Steve pounded harder at the end of his sentence. “you better not cry.” It was taking everything in you not to because you wanted to finish so bad but they weren’t letting you. Soft grunts were erupting from Eddie as he bucked his hips into your mouth, your fucked out state was incredible. You slicked edges was now sweaty and was peeling off you forehead and your eyes were red from crying. You start to become week as you let you head fall. Your body was like a human sized rag doll. When Steve saw this he instantly slapped your face and grabbed your throat in a tight squeeze. “I know your not giving up on us now.” You gasped at that and came hard around Steve.

"m’gonna cum holy sh-," Steve gasped and came hard in you with a harsh grunt. looking over at Eddie he was close to and was about it finish your mouth. “come on eddie, cum.” And with that eddie finished hard in your mouth. Eddie flopped on the bed breathing heavily. “don’t swallow yet, sweets.” Eddie says then grabs a Polaroid Camera and started taking picture of you with with both of your hole fill with their cum. He took two shots. One for him and one for Steve. They were probably going to put the pictures in their wallet or something. “Swallow princess.” And that you did, not leaving one drop.

“have you learned your lesson?” Steve says eyeing you. You rolled your eyes and spoke. “Yeah to buy a stronger holding edge control.” Steve and Eddie chuckled. “Yeah and to burn this.” Eddie says holding your.. schedule book? “wait how’d you-”

“Don’t worry about that.”

#woc #aesthetic #steve harrington x black!reader #eddie munson x black!reader #black!reader #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington

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