#H7 asks

[seat-safety-switch]

There's a sort of cosmic unfairness to the idea that you need to have a garage in order to effectively own shitbox cars. A garage almost always comes with a house, and a house requires its own maintenance. Maintenance that takes you away from your car. That's a huge bummer. It's nowhere near as much fun fixing leaks on garage doors as it is to fix leaks in your oilpan.

Naturally, I try to do as little maintenance as possible to the home in which I live. Legally, it would be incorrect to refer to it as "my" home, as my attorney informs me that I should try to maintain the illusion that my landlord is still alive for as long as possible. Squatter's rights are great and all, but eventually the bill collectors are going to come looking for me if they cotton on to the fact that he disappeared under mysterious circumstances, which I am pretty sure is the name of a town in Illinois.

That said, you still need to fix up your place once in awhile if you want it to serve the important task of storing all your hoarded car parts. What, you thought I kept my cars in here? No. These old batteries and bent steel wheels are worth more than any of my cars. Much more, even in aggregate. If any of them got wet, then I'd have to immediately drive very fast to the recycler to get rid of them, which would very much reduce any leverage I have when negotiating my payment. You want to seem cool and aloof when you roll up to We Don't Ask Questions Metals, and frantically powersliding into the lot with some dramatically sparking 25-year-old lead-acids undermines that entire thing.

All this is to explain why the roof of my garage is now three or four layers of tarps, duct-taped together. You might think that you recognize these tarps as being the ones on the construction site down the road, but such an accusation is ridiculous. Why would I do such a brazen, stupid theft, when the very construction workers affected drive by my house every day? Maybe because their own fancy trucks have batteries, and they'd have to stop to read off the address number written on the side of the building? That's a very good guess. Maybe you'd like a Group H7 battery, fresh out of the front of an F-250 King Ranch, for your observational skills. Just don't put it in the corner over there. It's gotten a little wet.

[mynameismckenziemae]

She's a Fire-Chapter XXVII

Forever

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

Chapter summary: Bradley surprises you…in more ways than one.

(previous chapter here, epilogue here)

Warnings: smut 18+ MDNI, ass play, oral (m receiving), p in v,

The second half of the summer flies by, especially with the squad is deployed halfway through August. The plan was they were supposed to be back the week before Sunny and Bob’s wedding.

It was now the Thursday before and still no word from any of them. They hadn’t been allowed their phones at all so the last 4 weeks had been awful not being able to communicate in any way with Bradley.

Thankfully Bob had been granted leave and arrived a few days ago, but over half the wedding party wasn’t in Minnesota yet.

You’d flown in with Sunny a few days prior to help, but with everything done that could be, Sunny insisted you pick up your parents from the airport.

You people watch as you wait, smiling at the sweet reunions in front of you. Unexpected tears spring to your eyes as you watch an older gentleman hand his wife a bouquet of flowers and draw her into a hug. You giggle as he reaches down to cop a feel of her butt while he presses a kiss to her lips. She pulls away and smacks his chest with a blush, but smiles.

You have a feeling that’ll be you and Bradley in 40 years.

Absence had done nothing make your heart grow fonder and you realized how head over heels you really were. Not only did you want him to be there for the wedding, you miss him. You miss the way he makes you laugh, how he draws you to him in the middle of the night, the songs he sings so sweetly to Lola, and definitely the sex, but also the intimacy.

Your phone pings, a text from your mom.

Mom: We just landed. They changed the gate so we’re coming in H7 now.

Rowan: Sounds good, I’ll meet you there as soon as I can.

Laura: Can’t wait!

Rowan: Me either 😘

You smile and make your way over.

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You wave as they come down the escalator, and are wrapped up in both of their arms a minute later.

“I’ve missed you guys so much!” You murmur, giving them both another squeeze before pulling away. You saw them for an extended weekend in April but that was it since Christmas.

“Missed you too hun,” your mom sniffs, voice full of tears.

“We brought someone else you’re probably missing,” your dad smiles, gently tugging your ponytail like he did when you were a kid.

Your heart stutters in your chest when you turn to see Bradley smiling.

Your own tears begin to fall as he wraps you in his arms. “When did-how did…what?” You ask, face pressed against his chest.

“We got in last night, Sunny wanted to surprise you. Flying in with your parents was just a coincidence. Caught up with them in Denver.”

“I’m so glad you’re here. When’s everyone else coming?”

“Right now,” Nat says from behind you, pulling you into a hug next. “Your dad’s hot, Row,” she whispers before releasing you.

You shake your head, laughing at her and hug Jake next, followed by the rest of the crew.

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Sunny: So were you surprised?

Rowan: Yes. You’re lucky you’re getting married or I’d be mad at you. I was freaking out.

Sunny: Lolol sorry

Rowan: No you’re not. Was Bob in on this?

Sunny: I’m totally not. He was…but only because I made him.

Rowan: Naughty girl. I should tell him to spank you for it.

Sunny: Please do?

You laugh. She thought it would be a good idea to refrain from having sex for a month so their wedding night would be “special”. Bob wasn’t keen on the idea but agreed. Sunny was fine while he was deployed but has been a hot mess since he arrived a few days ago. Even more so that Bob wasn’t giving in to her.

“All set?” Bradley asks as he gets in the driver’s seat of your rental from putting his bag in the back. Your parents and everyone else were sorting out the rental cars and meeting Sunny, Bob, and their families in 45 minutes at a restaurant nearby.

You don’t say anything, instead, leaning over the console to capture his lips. It quickly turns heated as you lick into his mouth.

“Fuck, there’s probably cameras everywhere,” he pants, pulling off your lips as your hand creeps up his thigh.

“You’re probably right,” you agree. “We better go.”

He’s barely out of the parking lot before you’re palming him. “What are you—oh,” he inhales sharply as you pull his cock from his jeans.

“There’s no cameras on the road though,” you murmur against his neck as you stroke him.

Okay, there probably is but thankfully it’s dark enough now that passersby’s and cameras won’t be able to see anything.

“You don’t have to—fuckkk,” he grunts, head thumping back against the headrest as you pull him into your mouth, flicking his frenulum with your tongue. His hand reaches to grip your ponytail, guiding your head up and down. You moan and his grip tightens at the vibration he feels in his balls.

“You’re…you feel so good, baby. I-ha! I’m not gonna last,” he breathes. “Where do you want me to…?”

“Mmm,” you hum, tightening your lips and swallowing around him.

“Yeah…yeah okay, just like tha—ohhh,” he groans as he cums in your mouth. You swallow it greedily and tuck him back into his pants just as you arrive at the restaurant.

“Fuck, Row,” he chuckles breathlessly as he shifts into park. “C’mere.”

He leans over for another kiss, shivering when he tastes himself on your tongue.

A knock on the window startles you apart. “Come on lovebirds, everyone’s here,” Natasha says, laughing as she and Jake pass.

“I can’t wait to get back to the hotel and return the favor, over and over again. I’m gonna pretend I’m looking at something under the hood until this goes down,” he murmurs, looking pointedly at his groin. He’s hard again. “Don’t really wanna walk in with a hard-on.”

You laugh and peck his lips before going inside.

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He keeps true to his word once back at the hotel.

First, he throws your legs over his shoulders and devours you against the door. Then again in the shower with the detachable shower head; your legs nearly give out when he kneels behind you and tongues your other hole at the same time. He finally gives in to your pleading and pushes into you after you fall into bed, loving you slow but steady.

“I love you…” he pants against your lips as he thrusts his hips faster, finally chasing his own release, “…so much.”

He grinds his hips against yours as pumps you full and kisses you, swallowing your cries as he triggers another orgasm.

You feel boneless as Bradley cleans you up and climbs in behind you, holding you so tightly against him, like he’s afraid you’ll drift away if he doesn’t. Soon you both drift off to sleep.

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The next day passes quickly with decorating, massages, and a nail appointment followed by the rehearsal and dinner after. It’s after 1 AM when Bradley nudges you awake from the car to bring you to bed.

Your alarm startles you awake a few hours later. You press a kiss to his forehead before getting in the shower.

You feel his presence from behind as you rinse the shampoo from your hair.

He gathers your clean hair and pulls it to the side so he can kiss your neck.

10 minutes later your front is pressed gassing the glass door of the shower as Bradley fucks into you with deep, steady strokes.He brings your hand to hold the shower head he directed on your clit and brings his fingers back to brush over your other hole.

“I want to take you here soon,” he pants, pressing a wet finger in. “Can I? I’ll make it so good for you, baby.”

“Yessss,” you mewl, “I’ve been using the bigger plug when I play to get ready for you.”

His hips stutter as he chokes, “Good-good girl.”

You cry out as your orgasm rushes over into you at his praise. He works you through it, pulling out when your body relaxes, giving himself a few pulls to finish on your ass.

“I wanted to finish inside you, but I figured it wouldn’t go well with your silky dress,” he pants, forehead resting on your shoulder.

“You’re probably right. Never thought of that,” you laugh breathlessly. “Thank you.”

He hums and kisses your shoulder before pumping conditioner into his hand and coating the ends of your hair the way you like.

“You’re so good to me,” you whisper, tears filling your eyes as he bends to wash your feet a few minutes later.

He smiles, pecking a kiss on your knee and rising to help you rinse. “You’re so good to me. Love you, Row.”

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“Don’t you look all freshly fucked and glowy,” Sunny rolls her eyes sullenly when you walk into the venue.

You laugh. “I’m sorry?”

“Yeah yeah,” she sighs, trying not to smile as you hand her the coffee you and Natasha had picked up.

“Happy wedding day!” You smile, wrapping her in a big hug. “I’m sure Bob will make it up to you tonight,” you whisper since his sister isn’t too far away.

“He better,” she sighs, taking a drink. “Thank you. Holy shit, I’m getting married today.”

“Yep. You are. Let’s get you ready.”

Tears of laughter and tears of happiness are shed throughout the morning while getting ready. Even more flow as she steps out of the dressing room after her mom. She looks stunning in her form-fitting, dropped-sleeved ivory gown. Her hair is pinned into a loose updo with her natural curly texture.

Several photos are taken with the bridesmaids and then you’re free to relax before the ceremony begins. Your phone buzzes as you wait for the ceremony to begin and Sunny gets some individual ones taken.

Bradley: Can’t wait to see you. I already know you look gorgeous. 😍

Rowan: Right back ‘atcha handsome. See you soon. 😘

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“I’ll see you at the end of the aisle. Just keep your eyes on Bobby, okay? Love you so much,” you whisper as you hug Sunny behind the doors of the ceremony hall.

“Love you more. Thank you for everything.” She murmurs back, giving you a big squeeze before releasing you.

Then it’s your cue.

You have to swallow the lump that’s forming in your throat as you lock eyes with Bradley, who’s blinking rapidly to keep his own tears from falling as you walk towards the front. You meet Bob’s nervous gaze as you walk past him, giving him a wink. He winks back and visibly relaxes.

Bob’s nieces and Steve are next and break the nervous energy as Steve keeps chasing the petals they drop. He nearly knocks the girls over as he spots Bob and runs to lie down next to him.

The doors open next and Sunny’s mom rises, which signals everyone to do the same.

Sunny is glowing and there’s not a dry eye in the place as Sunny walks to Bob with her dad.

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“I now pronounce to you, Mr. And Mrs. Floyd! You may kiss your bride.”

You kindly wave their sweet pastor out of the shot as Bob does just that.

It was a short but beautiful ceremony; they chose to do the traditional vows as they wrote their own and gifted them to each other beforehand.

“I was right, you look gorgeous Row,” Bradley whispers as he escorts you out.

The rest of the afternoon passes in a blur as you pose for pictures, drink cocktails, eat dinner, and cry your way through your speech. You feel like you can finally breathe once the dance begins.

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Bradley’s heart is pounding under your ear as you sway with him to a slow song. “You okay? Your heart is racing.”

“Yeah, just warm. I think I’m gonna get some air,” he replies, pressing a kiss to your forehead as the song ends.

“I’ll come with-,” you start, but are interrupted by the DJ playing Beyoncé’s Single Ladies.

“Next up is the bouquet toss. If you don’t have a ring on it, head to the dance floor.”

“Come on, Row! That’s you.” Sunny says, pulling you back out.

“Alright, alright!” You laugh, letting her place you front and center.

“Let’s help Mrs. Floyd count down. 3, 2, 1!”

Sunny fakes a throw and then turns, nodding to the DJ then locking eyes with you as she walks over.

Realization sets in as you hear Elvis start to sing ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’.

Sunny has tears in her eyes as she smiles, handing you the bouquet. “Turn around.”

You feel light-headed as she turns your shoulders and steps around to join Bob and the small group of your friends and family behind Bradley, who’s down on one knee holding a beautiful, familiar-looking ring.

Tears immediately begin to spill over.

“Rowan, I-“ he hesitates, so nervous trying to find the right words. “Will you marry-“

A deafening cheer goes up as you nod, sobbing, “Yes!” as he wraps you in a hug.

You can’t seem to stop crying as you’re bombarded with well wishes and congratulations.

Sunny pulls you aside as your dad draws Bradley in for a hug, saying something that has Bradley wiping a tear as he pulls back.

“Why don’t you and Bradley go take a breather?” Sunny murmurs as she takes you aside.

“Yeah? Okay. Are you sure you’re okay with all of this? It’s your special day…”

“It was my idea! Well, kind of. Bradley was going to take you somewhere and propose over his birthday but the deployment threw a wrench in his plans. I told him he should do it tonight since your parents were gonna be here too.”

A fresh wave of tears flow as you hug her again.

“You’re the best friend I could’ve asked for. I love you.”

“I love you too. Now go!” She grins, smacking you on the ass.

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You pull Bradley to a storage closet a few doors down.

“There was so much I wanted to say to you, and I hope you’re okay with me proposing here, Sunny and Bob were excited about it, I just-“ Bradley rambles, but you cut him off with a kiss.

“Baby, it was perfect. You’re perfect,” You sigh kissing him again.

“So everyone knew?” You ask when you finally pull away.

“Yeah pretty much. I can’t believe no one spoiled it. I’d asked your dad for permission at Christmas and-“

“Wait. At Christmas? That was like 3 months after we started dating?” You interrupt.

“Yeah,” he smiles, wiping another one of your stray tears. “I already knew then that you were the one.”

He brings you to his chest as you hiccup and sways you both to the muted music coming through the door. He rubs his finger over the ring. “Do you like it? It’s my mom’s. I had it dipped in white gold since I’ve never seen you wear yellow gold.”

Your chest tightens. “Oh my God, Bradley. That’s why it looks so familiar. It’s beautiful. I would have worn it happily either way!”

“I know, but Mom would’ve wanted you to have something you like though.”

“Well I love it, and I love you.”

“I love you too.” He replies, kissing the top of your head.

The end(ish).

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A/N: Don’t freak out! There’s still an epilogue coming!

Also…my inbox is open and I’ve only gotten one ask so far so if there’s anything you want me to address in the epilogues get them in now.

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[mihrsuri]

I really want to do my end of year sappiness post right now so I am going to do it. This year. This year, this year was the year that the fact that I made it is something I have to talk about it, because honestly I wasn’t sure between everything. And in the trauma (the activated Jewish Trauma Genre), in the hate I have also found love. Am Yisrael Chai. We live. I live.

Which is why I have to first send my love to my Jewish Mutuals/Friends and to Jumblr - @cephalopodvictorious @captainlordauditor and just, every one of my Jewish Mutuals and people who have sent kind words. Who have made me, a patrilineal mizrahi jewish woman reconnecting with her heritage and faith because of abuse feel Jewish enough to go to Synagogue.

This year was, despite everything the year I reconnected with old friends (shout to my friends in physical space - E, R, C and C), I took an art class, I swam more, I wrote a bunch of words, I found my love of art again and discovered that I might, might be good at it, I even asked for things like gifts even though it’s Terrifying.

To my saatis. My sisters. My chosen family. Thank you for everything - the phone calls you let me schedule, the chats and the wise words and the blorbos and from some of you the in person hugs (there will be more I will offer hugs to and I will also hug again). @shes-a-voodoo-child @bibliothekara @wheresonichedgehogwnt @pearlsthatwereeyes @star-anise @notabuddhist @kawuli lemonsharks @maevedarlings @ruffboijuliaburnsides @taibhsearachd @blackeyedgirl-writes @armyofthedaegiloth @strangeetudes @findingfeather

@bessemerprocess @sarking @jesidres @kshandra @amadistuff FRIENDS. FRIENDS. Love you to the moon and back - and we are here. We are here.

And @geeoharee - The Sherlock Content <3.

To the Pocket Friends Who Have/Are Becoming(If It’s okay obviously!) Become Friends: @rahabs whose kindness I will never ever forget. To @theladyelizabeth who patiently answers my questions about all kinds of Tudors Things and who is like, The Best. To @nocompromise-noregrets for Ellie, for answering archives questions and just in general. To @gen-is-gone - a saati in the making, holder of correct Doctor Who Opinions forever. To @herawell - the bravest when scared, indulges my OT3 verse. To @miabicicletta - one of the best fic writers, so generous and kind and whose comments make my entire day. @eidetictelekinetic - my favourite Tudors Fic Writer is my Friend Now and is awesome.

@jkthinkythoughts <333333.

@lorata - whose worldbuilding leaves me in awe and who is just, frankly absolutely great.

@isagrimorie because CORRECT DOCTOR WHO AND BEST META

@feuillesmortes for never failing to make me think, to post beautiful poetry and for the best H7/EOY sources and for always, above all being kind.

@hoursofreading @becauseforoncethisisme (special shout out to you <3) @disredspectful (oh my gosh your words)

@anhaga @goshawke @beatrice-otter @alexseanchai <333333

Also @nurselaney for indulging my Thomas/Mihrimah Content and also the women of the SOE.

@sherwoodknights for Scarlet Pimpernel and also Patrick Gibson feels.

@quillington - for correct Anne Boleyn and Scarlet Pimpernel thoughts and also being The Sweetest.

@lordlykisses - kindness and Taylor Swift. And @cleoselene for Taylor Swift and kind words I will also never forget.

To The Cromwell/James Frain Appreciation Brigade - @uncheckedaggression @reallyginnyf (also a fellow hurt/comfort enjoyer) @cinemaocd - thank you <3.

To all the West Wing Discord People - I adore you. Thank you for being so kind and welcoming and wonderful.

And to all my mutuals. Thank you for bearing with me this year, with so much kindness. I know it’s been A Lot but I have, despite everything felt so so loved.

[sh0rt-insomniac]

obc chess game breakdown (?)

well, welcome to the breakdown of the falsettos obc chess game that absolutely no one asked for but i think i'm onto something !!

ALSO, i know nothing about chess so if nothing makes sense that's why :-)

SO !! a little fact that is far from my interpretation is that chess is used for many things in the musical like a metaphor for love, another metaphor but for Marvin and Whizzer's relationship, normal chess, and so on but for now i'll be focusing mostly on it being normal chess and a bit on Marvin and Whizzer's relationship so bare with me because this is going to be chaotic

even though it's technically the same musical, the obc and the 2016 revival are two completely different things, and a very good way to compare them is the chess game

(and in case anyone actually reads this, none of this means that one version is better than the other, i just want to point out the differences because i have free will and too much free time, i adore both versions, this is just me infodumping)

first, the revival

for the 2016 version, (specifically for the chess game) they lean a bit more on the looks of it, sort of trying to match the same minimalistic vibe that the cube gives (shoutout to the Rockwell Group because i adore their stage design but moving on...)

for instance, they simplify the actual game to more of a choreography:

Whizzer begins with the white, holding the king but not actually moving anything, and after Marvin insists he moves the pawn in h2 to h4

Marvin mirrors his move with his own pawn, moving h7 to h5

after that, Whizzer takes the queen and leaves it in the middle of the board, not really playing anymore, and after that they just move everything around, Whizzer takes Marvin's king and the "game" is over

OH but for the obc... that's when stuff gets a bit more interesting, because they're actually playing

this time Marvin begins with the white pieces and by the time they begin to sing he already moved the pawn in e2 to e4

Whizzer responds by tidying his side of the board for a little while, before being pressured by Marvin to move, so he moves the horse from b8 to c6 

Whizzer doesn't seem to pleased with his move, so they re-start

he flips the board so now he has the white pieces and it's his turn to begin

Marvin tells him exactly what to do, and he moves the same pawn Marvin moved as HIS first move

Marvin responds by moving the pawn directly in front of that one (e7 to e5)

the next move is Marvin telling Whizzer to move the bishop on f1 to c4

after that they just move random pieces and whizzer "wins"

so, i was thinking, and the 3 moves they actually make can be found in a very basic strategy called "scholar's mate", being, according to google, one of the first checkmates people learn when playing chess

so, why do I think this justifies my rant?

well, for many things, but for my and everyone else's sake i'll just say 2 of them

1. the fact that Marvin was using this strategy and recycled it for Whizzer when they changed the board, for me, represents that part of Marvin that swears he's smarter than he actually is-

-because if he was as smart as he thinks, why would he be using such a basic strategy? and why was he instructing Whizzer... to win?

because the way he is directing the game would mean that, eventually, Whizzer would win even if they hadn't given up

but also, the fact that Marvin kept directing the white pieces like he would win by doing that makes sense

the obc makes a clear comparison with marvin and the white pieces (specially the king) more than once

Marvin is all about control, power, being "the man" in his relationships, that's represented with the white pieces, with him making his first move before the song has even started

so when Whizzer flips the board, takes control, doesn't allow himself to be controlled by Marvin, he doesn't know what to do

he keeps playing like he normally would, keeps controlling, not realizing that this will end better for Whizzer than him

but that said, moving on to thing 2

2. their relationship during the first act was always destined to fail, and the way i see it, it's marvin's fault 

we already established that Whizzer would win anyway, either because Marvin (initially) agreed to let him win or because of the strategy they were following, so that said, Marvin would've been pissed anyway

if he controls Whizzer but it turns out better for him then it's Whizzer's fault, but if Whizzer decides to take action and not let himself be controlled by Marvin, then it's also Whizzer's fault

it was destined to end they way it did, it doesn't matter what Whizzer did, Marvin would've never been happy, and if Marvin isn’t happy, no one else can be

SO WE REACHED THE END !!

thank you to anyone who read this absolute shitshow

i had this idea because i’m doing a project about this so it’s been floating around my brain for a little while

damn that was long

[revluvzen]

[∞\ Irresistible /∞]

top!dom!Lucas x bottom!sub!male reader

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credits to the gif owner!!

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Categories: male femenine reader, top Lucas, bottom male reader, bratty reader, semi-public sex, size kink, anal sex, blowjob, rimming, various sex positions, long fic, smut with story, cockwarming, fingering, degradation kink (use of slut, whore, hoe, etc...), dirty talk, multiple orgasm, coming inside...

Reader is shorter and has a tinier body than Lucas. Descriptions of reader body includes him being "curvy", "tiny", having a big butt, etc.

Genre: Smut. MINORS DNI.

WC: 7,4k

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Made with love for @cherubsandswans ❤️

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"Shut up, or do you want them to know?"

A soft, hot breeze starts to hug your body. Cute flowers bloom everywhere. Spring has come! And what season would be better to do a trip out of the city with your friends?

Your phone starts ringing in the morning. The groupchat with your best friends quickly fills up with messages about going on a trip together.

"We should go to the beach! It's the perfect time to go!", Yangyang says. "Why don't we go to the countryside?", Xiaojun suggested. "I have a better idea: the mountains!", Hendery replies.

"Dat sounds great", Lucas says, answering to Hendery. "I haven't been to the mountains in a whiile", Ten follows. Soon, all of the eight members of the chat agree on going on a trip to the mountains. Kun and Xiaojun took the time to book the plane tickets and some nights at a cabin on the mountains. Meanwhile, you start organising your luggage, selecting your best clothes and all the items you need for the trip.

"Am I forgetting something? Toothpaste, toothbrush, razor, shaving foam...", Hendery asks in the groupchat. "Remember bringing perfume!", Winwin replies. "How many underwear are u guys packing?", Kun asks. "I'm bringing one pair for each day", you answer

"y/n, don't forget your thongs!", Lucas replies. "Lucas, let's not be like that!", Xiaojun argues. Hendery sends a laughing sticker. "I'll bring the pink one, don't worry rofl", you reply.

Of all of your seven friends, Lucas is the one who you get along the most. He also seems to be the one who likes you the most in the friends group. But your friendship is kinda weird; he does a lot of out-of-tone jokes with you, even when you are with the rest of the group. He's sexy, for sure. If you had the opportunity, you would fuck with him; but he seems interested on looking for a girlfriend. Although, grabbing your big butt cheeks, slapping your bulge and making sexual remarks of you often makes you think he wants to fuck you so bad.

The weekend arrives. It's time to take the flight. The eight of you get into the airport and check in at the counter. When you get your ticket, you reunite with the rest of the guys to check who sits with whom.

"A7..." Hendery says. "I'm B7!", Yangyang comments, excited. "C7... so the three of us sit together", Ten says. Kun and Winwin sit together on D7 and E7 respectively.

"Let me check your ticket", Lucas says while getting near you and putting his hand on your shoulder. He's very tall in comparison to you, so he does that pretty much all the time. "Oh, so we sit together. F7 and G7". "I'm H7, I'll be next to you", Xiaojun follows. "Great, then! I brought food so we can share it", you say, laughing. They two laugh too. "It's gonna be exciting", Lucas tells.

All of you pass through departures and get on the plane. Hendery, Winwin, Lucas and Xiaojun got into first. You walk through the seats, trying to find yours.

The row where you, Lucas and Xiaojun have to sit is on the left side. When you reached your row, you had to pass through Lucas, who's already sat, to get to your place. As Lucas' long legs shortens the path, you struggle doing that. With your body giving your back to him, you try to walk to your seat.

Suddenly, a big slap lands on your butt. "Lucas! Behave!", Xiaojun loudly whispers. Apparently Yukhei couldn't resist spanking your ass, having it in front of him. "It's too round! I had to do it!", he says. You just smirk and finally have your seat.

The plane takes off. Like the brat you're, wouldn't be a good idea to keep him addicted to you during all the flight? "I have to go to the bathroom!", you say, standing up from your seat. You pass through Lucas again, making sure your butt stands out so he can react.

As you expected, Lucas slaps your butt with both of his big hands. "Lucas! Stop doing that!", Xiaojun yells at him. "If he keeps showing me his butt, I won't stop!", he says, making Xiaojun to roll his eyes. You leave a sassy smirk and walk to the bathroom. There, you kind of do nothing. You just make sure your pants are making your butt stand out enough.

Back to the seats, you walk again in front of Lucas' seat. Again, he slaps your ass; this time, stronger than ever. In fact, it made you leave a low gasp. "Lucas, what's wrong with you?! Y/N, try getting here with your butt not facing him", he suggests. "Do you want me to touch his crotch?", Lucas says, laughing. "Yukhei!!", Xiaojun yells at him, tired.

After some hours, the plane lands on the airport's ranway. All of you leave the airplane and wait for your luggages. The view from the airport windows is amazing: beautiful, green mountains and a bright sky. Finally, you left the airport and wait for the bus that will take the eight of you to the cabin.

The bus arrives and all of you left the airport. Gorgeous valleys with flowers surround the way to the cabin. Finally, the bus stops in front of a medium-size wooden cabin, with a nice view to the mountains. Kun and Xiaojun did a great job booking it.

"It's beautiful...", Winwin says, fascinated. "It is", Hendery follows. Kun and Xiaojun met the cabin's owner to obtain the key. After that, the eight of you enter the house.

A big and comfy living room unveils as you enter the cabin. There's a nice hearth on the side of the room, along with a big kitchen and picturesque couches that are in front of a giant TV screen. At the other side, there's a glass sliding door that leads to the garden, where a pool is located.

But, apparently (and honestly, by common sense), it's impossible to build a cabin big enough to house eight people in different bedrooms. So, the owner's solution was to put on some "premium sleeping bags" on the floor, near the fireplace. They have a temperature-regulating technology; but that's useless, as you would be near a source of heat. The bags are organised in rows and have a medium size.

"Wow... Such a pretty cabin!", Winwin says. "It's so big!", you say. "Like my dick!", Lucas replies to your comment. Nobody laughed. "Well, I think we can leave our luggages here and go hiking, don't you guys think?", Kun suggests. "Sounds like a great idea, we shouldn't waste our time", Xiaojun replies. "I rested well at the plane so I'm all ready", Yangyang says, excited.

You leave your luggage near one of the sleeping bags and wait for the rest of the group at the main entrance. When all of them finish organising their things, you start walking to a hiking trail near the cabin. The eight of you follow a rocky path, surrounded by tall and bushy trees. Some of the members are taking some pictures, while others just enjoy the peace and nature of the place.

Some long minutes later, you reach a viewpoint that's at the middle of the hiking trail. There, there are no trees blocking your view anymore. A beautiful scene of green valleys, vast mountains, pretty flowers and cute animals unveils. "It's beautiful...", Ten says. "I can't believe my eyes", Hendery follows. "I could be here all day long...", you say, fascinated.

You take time to rest while taking some pictures of the landscape. After that, all of you start walking through the trail again. The path doesn't have any trees at this point; on your left, there's a wood fence preventing people from falling over the cliff. On your right, the rocky wall of the mountain. The path is very wide so there's no chance of suffering of vertigo at all.

While walking, you noticed that your shoelaces untied. Taking advantage of a big rock at the side of the trail, you decide to put your foot there to tie them. "You guys keep walking, I'm gonna tie my shoelaces", you say, while walking to the rock. "Okay!", some of the members reply.

Putting your foot over the rock, you start tying your shoelaces. Suddenly, you feel something pressing towards your bottom. It's kind of obvious who could it be. How can Lucas be horny over you all day? But, at the end, he always gives you more and more opportunities to have him falling head over heel for you. Mischievously, you move your ass up and down on his crotch, with subtleness, while still tying your shoes.

It's surprising how his cock got hard in a matter of seconds. You can even feel the shape of his clothed tip pressing your butt. But that's enough. With your shoelaces tied up back again, you coldly walk away from the spot, not giving any look to him. You can hear a low sigh leaving his mouth, thirsty over getting more of you.

All of you keep walking down the trail. The path goes around the mountain, so, some minutes later, you're right back where the trail starts. The eight of you walk back to the cabin. The sun sets, making a beautiful landscape as it hides itself behind a mount. Soon, the night falls, and it's time to have a nice dinner.

Someone rings the door. It's the delivery guy! Hendery ordered some food for all of the group. Pizza, chicken wings and some salads are soon put over the table, along with some sodas and juices. All of you quickly set up the table and take a seat.

"Hm... this is delicious!", Yangyang says, filling his mouth with food. "It is... I would eat dozens of these!", Kun says, grabbing a slice of pizza. "After having that gross airplane food, this feels like heaven", you say.

"Talking about the flight, did you guys enjoy it? There was a little turbulence", Winwin says. "Oh, yes, I noticed it. Although, I got more annoyed by that baby crying", Kun says. "What annoyed me the most was Lucas. Fuck! He didn't stop smacking y/n butt whenever he stood up to go the bathroom!", Xiaojun says, complaining.

Lucas bursts in laughter. "Haha, it's just that it is so round! I can't hold it!", he says. "We were in a public space, you shouldn't joke like that!", Xiaojun replies. "Take it easy, man! I'm pretty sure y/n enjoyed it", Yukhei says. "Well, I would've enjoyed it being more rougher, haha", you say, trying to take the wind out of Lucas' sail. Some of the guys laugh.

"y/n, isn't Lucas' strong enough?" Hendery asks, laughing. "Hm... I don't think it's enough for me", you say, smirking. "Yeah? You think that? I can be rough, you know", Lucas asks, with a bold smile. "I know you, Yukhei. You're the kind of guy that talks a lot, but does nothing!", you tell him, smiling. "Ooh, y/n! You're gonna make him sad!", Yangyang says, laughing. Some of the members also quietly laugh. Lucas leaves a shy smirk and continues eating. "Yukhei has a lot of girls falling for him, I don't think he cares about what y/n says, anyways", Winwin says.

"He's joking a lot with y/n that I might actually think he's into him!", Yangyang says. While some of the guys laugh, Ten only leaves a quiet smirk. He has been awkward during all the conversation. All the members kind of suspect Lucas is into you, to greater or lesser extent. But Ten appears to know more than that.

Then, you remember. When you went hiking and tied your shoelaces midway, five of the guys kept walking down the path. And, if Lucas got behind you and pressed his bulge towards your bottom, that means... Ten was walking behind both of you. And saw it all. Even when you moved your ass up and down on it.

Well, who cares anyways? It doesn't change anything. Lucas looks frustrated that you're being bratty with him. But you already know him. That's only increasing his desire for you.

All of you finish dinning. It's time to go to sleep; tomorrow you'll be hiking to the lake, so you need to take good rest. You go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and change your clothes; then, you go directly to your sleeping bag. Kun turns off the lights and is the last to head out to sleep. You're in the middle of the sleeping bag row. At your side, there's Ten and Yangyang. Lucas went to sleep on the bag that's farther from you. After all that happened during the diner, he clearly doesn't want to be seem as he's desperate for you.

The room is kind of warm because of the fireplace, so you decided to not cover up with the integrated blanket. You use the bag as if it were a plain mattress. All the guys are already sleeping, but you started to scroll your Instagram for some minutes.

Then, you set an alarm and put your phone at your side, finally heading to sleep. That's what you thought, until you feel someone hugging you from behind.

Although some quiet snores resonate on the room, you could clearly heard what that person was whispering to you. "So... you say that I'm not enough for you...?". It's clearly Lucas. "I talk but do nothing, babe?", he continues, caressing your thigh, right below your shorts. "Well, you can prove me what you can do...", you tell him. Then, Lucas grabs your hand and puts it on his bulge. You can feel how his bulge is already so hard. And it's such a big cock, fuck. Exactly how you wanted, Lucas is desperate for you. Now, he doesn't want to do anything but doing what he desired during all the trip. Fuck you.

"That's what I'm planning to do", Lucas says. He grabs you by your waist and pulls you towards him, so his bulge presses on your ass. His tall and hunk figure traps your short and curvy body. He slides one of his hands down your shorts and underwear, searching for your tight bussy.

"Babe... you're wearing a thong...?", he says. You really are. You packed a cute pink thong, expecting that this would happen. "Don't you like it?", you reply, smirking. "Fucking slut... You were behaving like such a brat but you actually wanted to be fucked, don't you...?", he whispers to you. Some of the guys are quietly snoring of deeply sleeping, so none of them can hear what you both are talking.

"I guess I'll have to punish you... that's what you want right?", he says, inserting a finger down your bussy and starting to fingerfuck it quickly. You didn't expect he would be going fast that early; but, at the end, you know that he's discharging all his frustration on you, as you were so sassy and brat with him during all the trip. "Ah~ Lucas~ Fuck~ Ah~", you moan whispering. It's so hard to not be able to moan out loud because of the other guys on the room.

"You like it, don't you, whore?", he says, still rough fingering your hole with his long finger. You feel how your bussy quickly stretches for his long finger. After some minutes abusing your hole he inserts another finger. You feel how his both finger rearrange your insides, thrusting back and forth in your rim. "Y-Yes, ah~", you moan.

Minutes later, your bussy is already stretched enough, spasming as it got open wide because of how rough Lucas fingerfucked it. Trying to keep it quiet, he slowly slides down, positioning himself right in front of your ass. He takes off your pants and your thong. Soon, he starts licking your gaping hole. You feel how his hot, trembling tongue swirls your rim and tastes your insides, entering deep inside of you. It just feels so good. His tongue tickles and satisfies your bussy so good.

He keeps eating your ass during some minutes. While he does that, he massages your big butt cheeks, twisting them as he shoves his face in between your buttocks, to eat your hole as much as he can. "Oh, fuck yeah~", you whisper.

Lucas spits on your gaping hole. His saliva enters all the way down your inner walls, lubing them. He spreads it with his mouth, making sure that your bussy stays stretched an wet.

He goes back at fingering your hole, while eating it. With his fingers, he does a scissoring motion inside of you, stretching your bussy. Everytime he takes his fingers out of you, he sucks them, tasting your insides.

The way his big muscles immobilize your tiny frame and his fingers and tongue thrust in and out on your hole already gives you an gigantic amount of pleasure, making you wanna moan out loud like a bitch. It just feels so good, having your hot friend making you feel so good. Even hotter is the fact he's punishing you because you've been so bratty with him. You're so glad of that.

He's being so merciless with your hole. He fingerfucks your gaping bussy so quick. It just feels so fucking good. Some slow gasps comes out from your mouth as you're so aroused right now. Lucas quickly notices it. The fun has just started; it would be a shame if everyone in the room woke up because of your moans and have to stop the action. With his long fingers impregnated with his saliva and your hole scent, he takes them to your face and introduce them on your mouth, silencing you.

You love how his fingers taste, all wet with his delicious saliva. You can also notice the taste of your insides. It's so fucking hot. Yukhei doesn't hesitate on using his other hand to keep fingering your hole while still licking it all. With your bussy gaping that much, he can't resist spitting inside of it repeatedly. "Fill me up~ Yeah~", you whisper.

Some minutes later, Lucas goes back to his original position. Cuddling and trapping you with his muscle figure, he moves your tiny and curvy frame so you're now facing face to face.

Lucas quickly grabs you by your nape and shuts your exhalations with a kiss. His lips, so impregnated with the flavour of your insides, feel so good. He's so rough too; he loves biting your lips. It looks like he wanted to do this since a long time. The lustful kiss makes both of you so horny that you quietly moan inside of his mouth. Your tongue meet his, your salivas dancing between each other mouth.

Lucas pulls out from the kiss. "Now, you will taste what you fucking wanted, babe", he says. "You better choke me with it", you whisper, smirking. Yukhei grabs your head and pushes you down, so your face now is facing right in front of his crotch. Then, you start giving soft kisses on his clothed bulge.

With his hand on your nape, you start licking his bulge up and down. You can clearly feel where his length starts and where his tip is. And yes. It's so fucking huge.

"Fuck, babe...", he says. He takes off his pants and boxers. His huge cock unveils right in front of you. It's thick, long and a little bit darker than his skin tone. Lucas starts hitting your face with his cock, rimming your mouth with his tip. "Open wide", he whispers. "Make me", you reply, shameless.

Lucas' hand slides down to your chin, raising your face a little, so you can now stare directly at his eyes. Then, his fingers go to your mouth, softly grabbing your lips and opening your mouth. Right next, he aligns his cock right on your lips. It didn't take long before he shove his dick on your slutty mouth, making you suck it as he pushes and pulls you by your hair. "Fuck yeah", he says.

You start giving head on Lucas huge cock. He supports by slowly thrusting into your mouth. Hi veiny, thick dick goes in and out on your mouth, leaking his precum over your tongue. It's so delicious. You can taste the flavour of his skin and his tip, along with the spicy of his precum. Your slutty lips retract his foreskin, so his tip touches the back of your throat.

You put one of your hands on his cock, so you can jerk him off while sucking him. As you masturbate him, his precum milks on your tongue. His pace goes faster over time, kind of already fucking your mouth. "No gag reflex? Such a fucking hoe...", he says. And he's right. Having his tasty cock inside of you, why would you mind on gagging? That would wake up the rest of the guys and make you stop the action.

As he fucks your mouth so rough, you drool. Threads of saliva falls on Lucas' balls, then dropping on the sleeping bag. Lucas keeps fuckingg your mouth during some minutes, his tip abusing the end of your throat. Your palate is gonna have some bruises after this. "Fuck yeah~ Such a hoe for me", he says.

Lucas takes off his wet cock out of your mouth and hits your face with it. His huge, delicious dick travels around your face. His tip paints your cheeks and forehead with precum, while the rest of his hot length lays on your face. "Yeah, yeah~ So good~", you moan. After hitting your face with his cock, he goes back to fucking your mouth, thrusting in and out in it. "Suck on my cock, yeah~ Just like that", he whispers.

After some minutes of giving head on Lucas tasty cock, he grabs you by your waist and pulls you back at your previous position, with your butt laying on his cock. "Be prepared", he whispers. "I'm gonna fuck you like nobody ever fucked you".

"You believe you can?", you say, smirking. "Fucking bitch", he says, fingering your hole again with a insanely fast pace. Fuck, it feels so fucking good. He's being so rough. His fingers repeatedly hit your prostate, not letting you even breath correctly.

Now that your bussy is gaping enough, Lucas aligns his big thick cock on your entrance. "It's going all in, like you surely want, my slut", he says. Slowly, he starts introducing his dick inside of you. "Oh my god.. oh my god~", you moan whispering. It's already so huge; and he's only halfway through it.

His tall figure hugs your tiny frame. Your bussy opens wide on his cock, that he's introducing deeper and deeper into you. Your hole stretches to make way for his dick. His veins massage your inner walls, while his tip reaches deep inside of you, passing through your prostate on the way. His balls smack on your big booty as he inserts all of his cock. "Oh yeah~ That's it~", he moans.

Grabbing your curvy bottom with his big hands, he starts thrusting into you, fucking your bussy in a slow pace. You feel how his cock slowly pulls out of your hole, then impaling you with a powerful thrust. He just started fucking you, but you already can't hide your moans anymore. You stop biting your lips, now you just try to moan your pleasure out the quietest you can, hoping that the snores the rest of the guys does covers them.

It feels so fucking good having Lucas fucking you; your bussy is so satisfied by his enormous cock. You feel how a hot pool of arousal builds up on your back, spreading pleasure all oee your body. Both of you start sweating, as both of you are so horny right now. The heat from the fireplace just helps to keep both of you aroused during your steamy sex.

Lucas starts fucking into you faster, but still with a normal pace. His cock goes in and out on your stretched bussy, stimulating your sensitive point; your prostate. Every time he hits that point, you just want to moan out loud from the pleasure. And Lucas fucking know that. He know how he has to thrust to hit that point. Yukhei fucks you with a regular pace, but he makes sure to do precise movements to stimulate you. He just fucks so good, no one ever make you feel like that.

With his big cock rearranging your insides, it's getting obvious that you cannot resist your moans anymore. "...f-fuck~ it feels so good~ ah~", you moan, whispering kinda loud. "Babe~ Don't moan~ Otherwise I would have to stop fucking your bussy, do you want that to happen?", Lucas says, whispering. You keep being fucked so good by he, unable to shut up your moans. "I~ I can't~ You fuck me so good~", you moan low.

"Fuck, you're such a slut you're not even able to shut the fucking up?", he asks, grabbing his dirty briefs, wet with some precum and sweat. He puts them right on your mouth, shutting you up. It smells so good, his masculine odor right on your nose, while his fratboy-like body keeps pounding on you. You're on heaven right now

"Hm~ hm~". Silent moans leave your mouth as Lucas keeps thrusting into you. His large and thick cock enters all deep on your bussy; his tip abusing your prostate as it goes in and out. "You do so good to me babe~ Taking my cock like that~", Yukhei says.

He pulls out and gets his head right behind of your ass again, licking your so fucking gaping bussy. He tastes your insides, impregnated with the flavour of his cock. You feel his tongue playing around your rim, and inserting in on your hole. He's so good at eating your ass; he truly loves it and was so desperate to have it on his face.

After some short minutes, he goes back to fucking you. He aligns his cock with your now more lubed hole and starts thrusting into it, with the same pace as before.

Lucas has a lot of stamina; he keeps fucking you over some long time, not giving any sign of being close to come. Although, you're already a mess. His big cock repeatedly penetrating your hole makes you want to come without even touching yourself. But, everytime he feels you're reaching your climax, he pulls out or sets a slow pace. Sobbing, you murmur inside of Lucas' brief, in order to make him take them out of your face. He does so.

"Y-Yukhei~ Fuck me rough, please. I wanna feel your cum inside of me~", you ask him. "Hm~ You were being such a fucking brat all this time, do you think you deserve my cum?", he whispers. "Well... Do you think you deserve my ass?", you ask, smirking at him.

Such a nice play. "Fucking whore, now you got be mad. Be ready to feel all my fucking milk, slut", he whispers, heavily breathing. Lucas starts pounding on your ass frenetically. His cock is getting in and out your bussy so fucking fast.

"Ah~ Ah~ Yeah! Just like that!", you whisper, moaning. "I told you to shut the fucking up", Lucas says. He pulls out his huge cock out of your hole, and inserts two of his fingers down your bussy. He does some scissoring motion with his fingers inside of you before pressing them upwards, then taking them out of your hole.

Lucas puts his fingers right on your mouth, while he goes back to fuck you rough with his thick and long dick. "This will shut you up for a little, make sure to taste yourself", he whispers. And you do so. You lick Lucas' long fingers, tasting his delicious precum and flavour of his skin and your inner walls. "Hm~".

Lucas keeps drilling your hole. Your bussy is so fucking stretched at this point, his jock body thrusting frenziedly into your tiny and curvy frame. His angry red tip reaches all the way down your hole, abusing your now overstimulated prostate. Your whole body twitches everytime he hits that spot. And he does that repeatedly; you're so messy right now.

The sound of your butt cheeks being hit by his thrusting waist resonate on the cabin. Good thing the guys' snoring cover them, so Lucas has the freedom to fuck you as if there's no tomorrow. His pace goes faster and faster. His fucking large, thick and veiny cock feels so good inside of you. Some tears leak out of your eyes as the big amount of pleasure you feel pools all over your body, making you so happy.

Long minutes later, you feel Lucas pace faltering. He keeps thrusting into you fast, but his movements are getting messier. He takes off his fingers out of your mouth, and puts his hand on your butt, with the other one on your shoulder, in order to take all the control of your small body. You ass jiggles as Yukhei fucks your like that. "Ah~ Yes~", you moan, whispering.

"I-I don't think I can last longer", Lucas tells you, fucking into your buddy rougher and rougher. Some soft moans leave from Yukhei's mouth, arousing your ears. He's reaching his climax; in a matter of seconds, he would come inside of you.

Lucas body starts trembling as the hot pleasure pools on his crotch, ready to fill you up. His pace is so fucking fast and messy right now. You do your best to not moan out loud, but you can't. "AH~ Fill my fucking bussy~!", you moan. "F-Fuck, I'm so close", he says. He gets near your face and grabs you by your chin, pulling you to kiss you in a passionate way. Your moans suddenly shut into sexy screams inside of his mouth.

Lucas can't take it anymore. His body convulses, and his hot cum quickly fills up your insides. You feel how his jizz flows out of his tip, drenching your inner walls, also wetting your prostate and all his length that's still deep inside of you. In fact, his cock twitches inside of you, his veins pumping at the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Yukhei rolls his eyes back as he milks every last drop of his seed inside of you. Your small body convulses as you feel all the thick cum getting inside of you. You're so fucking happy right now, it just feels so good having his milk flowing past your prostate, heating up your body.

It feels so fucking good having his hot seeds inside of you. You were wanting that since a lot of time. And Lucas has been desperate for filling your hole. He has been wishing and flirting with you during months, looking up to finally get the chance of fucking you. Both of you leave some breathy moans, so horny as he reached his climax and you got filled up.

After the electric feeling of his orgasm ends, Lucas hugs you and leaves some passionate kisses on your neck. "Lucky thing, apparently no one woke up, babe", he whispers. "You moaned so fucking loud, such a slut for me~", he continues. "L-Lucas~ You make me so good~", you quietly whimper. "Hm... Don't think he have finished here... Now that I finally get to fuck you, I will fill you up so fucking much", he says. That "warning" turns you on a lot. It already feels so good having his big load inside of you, how would it feel if he keeps coming inside?

Lucas takes off his cock from inside of you. "Bend over and suck it, babe~", he whispers. You move so you're now facing towards him, and bend over to suck his cock. You grab it with one hand and start sucking. It's a explosion of flavours: the taste of his cum, his sweat, his flesh and your insides all combine on your mouth. So fucking delicious. You give head on him on a fast pace, as you just want more and more of his big thick cock.

You swirl your tongue all over his length, sometimes licking his balls. He grabs you by your nape and slowly thrust into your mouth. Combined with your head movements, it makes you take almost all of Lucas' cock in your mouth. It's so fucking tasty.

With Lucas cock all wet again, he takes off his cock again, desperate to insert his cock in your bussy again. "We're gonna change position now, I want to see your cute face while I fuck you~", he says. He grabs your body with his big hands and makes you lay on your back, over the sleeping bag. Then, he gets between your legs, raising them a little so you show him your already abused bussy.

Lucas swirls his tongue on your gaping bussy, tasting his own cum and the flavour of your hole. He looks so happy and desperate doing that. He eats your ass with so much passion; he clearly loves ass. Your ass, to be specific.

You feel how his tongue almost reach your prostate, as he doesn't have any trouble at introducing it deep inside of you as your bussy is so stretched right now. He seems to be licking off his own cum, but in fact; he just mixes it with his saliva inside of his mouth and spits it inside your hole. He's making sure you keep being filled with his fluids.

Lucas insert two of his fingers inside of you. They didn't even struggle to make its way inside of your bussy as it is already gaping enough. He whips the cum and saliva that's inside of you as he fingerfucks your hole. It feels so fucking good, such a pity you can't scream out loud.

After some minutes of Lucas fingerfucking and rimming your already stimulated bussy, he slides himself above your body and aligns his cock on your entrance, being in a missionary-like position. He then introduces his big thick cock again on your hole, starting with an already fast pace. He's so fucking horny and desperate for you. All his frustration for not being able to fuck you before is getting discharged right now. You feel his cock whipping the cum that's already warming your prostate, making you feel so fucking good. A hot pool of pleasure spreads all over your body, making you enter a state of euphoria.

You bite your lips in order to not moan out load; but some quiet whimpers exit your mouth. Lucas, who is quietly growling as he fucks you so rough, shuts your mouth with a passionate kiss, so both of you are now moaning inside each other's throat.

Bad thing is... apparently your euphoric state forgot about taking care of your surroundings. You can hear someone whispering, in a tired voice: "Wh-What's that noise...?". It's Ten voice. Fuck.

The rest of the guys keep snoring, so it's surprising he can hear you fucking. Lucas stays still, with his cock inside of your bussy. He quietly grabs a sheet that's integrated with the sleeping bag to cover both of you.

"I swear I thought someone was moaning, with some femenine voice...", Ten whispers to himself, standing up from his bag. He wips his eyes while walking to the bathroom to refresh himself up. Lucky thing, he's so tired he didn't even noticed both of you.

Lucas does slow movements, fucking you quietly but with precisse thrusts, so his tip does all deep inside of your bussy, brushing your prostate with his pumped veins. So fucking good. He keeps kissing you, trying to shut your quiet moans, softly biting your lips.

Ten comes back from the bathroom. You can't truly see something as you're all covered with the sheets, but you can hear his footsteps, walking towards his bag and going back to sleep. Fuck, it was so close. Ten is so nosy, he would have probably tell everyone about what's going on or even interrupt both of you.

Yukhei goes back at fucking you frenzically, his big cock impalling your tiny figure. He thrusts his hips in and out, his balls clapping against your ass. You can't get enough of him fucking you, fuck. You could fuck with him all day long. He would do that too, honestly. He's just so fucking crazy over your ass.

He bends over to lick your nipples, while introducing one of his fingers on his mouth to keep you silent. You feel how your nipples get stimulated by his mouth. It's so good, he's clearly an expert. Like a sex god. And his fingers taste so good; they're the ones that fingerfucked you long minutes ago, but they still have the flavour of your insides and his cum.

Lucas starts leaving deep breathy moans, his back kind of arching and his thrusts faltering. He's reaching his climax again. After some minutes fucking you with an insane pace, he surprisingly takes off his cock out of your hole and crawls over you, so his cock gets right in front of your face.

"Give me all your cum, please~", you whisper. "Be ready, fucking slut", he replies. He jerks off right in front of your face until he reaches his orgasm. He shots a big thick load of cum over your face. His jizz milks out of his tip at the pace of his heartbeat. Some threads landing on your mouth, others on your cheeks, over your nose, forehead, etc... Soon, most of your face is warm wet with his cum. Fuck, it feels so fucking good.

As you open your eyes, you can't just stay still with Lucas' hard cock in front of you. You grab it with one hand and start sucking it, swallowing the cum that's left on his tip. His cum has a spicy flavour, thick texture and warm, that feels so good inside of your tongue and going down your tongue. You give Yukhei a blowjob, his tip reaching the back of your throat, kindly thrusting inside of your mouth making sure his cum actually gets all swallowed.

Minutes later, he takes off his cock out of your mouth. "I still have a lot of cum left... And you didn't even come once. I'm gonna keep going, I know you want that, right bitch?", he whispers. "Y-Yes, Lucas... Keep filling me with your cum, I love it~" you reply, trembling as you're already overstimulated by his cock. "That's what I wanted to hear".

This time, Lucas lifts you up over him, so he's laying on his back over the sleeping bag and you're laying on him, with your head right in front of your cock and your butt over his face. None of you said a word, but already know what's the job of each one. Yukhei starts rimming you yet again, in order to lube your bussy, although it's still wet from his cum and saliva from the previous rimjob he did. You start sucking his cock, with your face still covered with his thick cum.

It tastes so fucking good. You think you can explode from the pleasure right now, having your ass being eaten and your mouth being fucked by Lucas' big thick cock. Long minutes later, all his length is wet with your saliva and the remains of cum that are left from his recent orgasm. Your bussy keeps being filled with cum and saliva, that Lucas whips with his tongue, as he also makes out with your rim.

Minutes later, Lucas grabs your tiny body by your waist and moves your ass so it gets right over his cock. In this position, you're facing at the opposite direction of Lucas' face, bending over so if someone wakes up doesn't easily see that you're riding him. Yukhei keeps laying on the bag, so you're now in charge of action.

Lucas grabs your tiny waist, making you sit in his cock. Soon, your ass is bouncing on Lucas' crotch as you ride his cock. Your bussy gets so fucking stretched in this position, as his cock enters all deep inside of you. Your inner walls soon get abused by his lenght, your overstimulated prostate already giving you shockwaves of pleasure again.

You ride his cock as if it were your favourite dildo, but in fact is bigger and thicker than that. Fuck. It feels so good, you could be bouncing on it all day long. Some heat starts pooling on your belly. Your orgasm is near. It's already a good time to come; your bussy is filled with cum and your face is drenched with it too, with your prostate still being abused.

Lucas starts trembling again. Fuck, yes, he's reaching his climax again. You can't see him, but he's having his best moment. All he sees is your big ass and part of your back bouncing on his big cock, satisfying him. He enjoys so much fucking you, it's natural that he's gonna come again inside of you.

Yukhei grabs your back and pulls you, so you're now laying over him entirely. He starts kissing your neck, leaving hickeys that will stay there during some time. There's no time to think about covering them right now. All you can think right now is Lucas' cock making you feel so fucking good. Your back touches Lucas' rock hard abs, making you even more aroused.

Your orgasm starts building up. As Yukhei freneticly thrusts into you with his big thick cock, your prostate sends waves of pleasure all over your body. Soon, your already hard cock starts twitching. You reach your climax, shooting thick loads of cum over your own body. Now, not only your face is covered with cum, you chest and tummy too. You're so overstimulated that you didn't even moan out load, you just leave deep broken breaths as you feel your cum flowing out of your dick.

Lucas got so turned out by what just happened, that his back arches while doing a powerful thrust inside of you, coming again inside of your bussy. You feel how another load of cum fills your insides again, meeting the cum from his first orgasm. The feeling you've right now can't be defined; you just feel how you're becoming more and more filled by him. "Fuck, fuck... I love fucking you so much, fucking whore... I swear, I need to keep going~", he says. "Keep going... please... I can't get enough of you, I fucking love your cock so much~", you reply.

"I love seeing you feeling so well by me... I think I also love you...", Lucas says, blushing. "... I think I love you too, Yukhei... you make me feel so well...", you reply, softly smiling.

Lucas and you spent some more time having sex until both of you fell asleep as fucking so much got both of you tired and sweating. Both of you ended laying on your side, with Lucas cock still inside of your bussy, cockwarming it. You obviously didn't think about what's going to happen the next morning. But, honestly, you don't care. Fuck it.

You wake up, with nobody around. There's actually no one in the cabin. The sunrays strike over your body, waking up Yukhei too. As you slowly start processing what's happening right now, you see a note right beside of you.

"Guys... we've nothing wrong with both of you (...) doing those things... but you can keep in private... we can book another room or ask a local for a near motel... please don't disturb us again... - Kun.

I can't believe it... y/n... I thought Lucas was annoying you... now you're doing nasty things with him... =( ... I'm so dissapointed... Lucas... you're so disgusting... - Xiaojun.

I actually saw both of you fucking, do you think you're ghosts? That covering yourselves would make me not see you? Althought, had a great time jerking off while seeing both of you ;) - Ten."

Well, at least now you have more time to fuck with him.

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𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

pairing: teen!noel gallagher x fem!oc (fern gibson <3)

summary: in which noel tries not to get jealous over someone who he knows he shouldn't be worried about, and fern gets high for the first time to soothe the blow

word count: 2.92k

warnings: smoking, swearing, sexual references, mentions of past relationships with people who are now in a position of authority,

PART TWO IS HERE

noel was fucking fuming.

he tapped out the butt of his cigarette against the low pillars of the gates, grumbling and crushing it under his shoe. the bell had gone ten minutes ago, and there was still no sign of fern emerging from the brick building. noel was about to light up another and he drew a cigarette out of the packet with his teeth as his other hand reached into his jacket pocket for a lighter.

chesc and eloise emerged from around the corner, giggling behind their hands as they walked down the road to the bus stop. before they managed to cross, noel whistled out of the corner of his mouth and he beckoned the girls over when they looked up at the noise.

"have yous seen fern anywhere?"

chesc shook her head, "sorry, no. i can't remember what she had last."

he muttered again and was about to spin around on his heel to leave, thinking that waiting by her car would be a better idea. eloise pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket before he could leave, though. she adjusted her glasses onto her nose. "yeah, that's it. she's had philosophy."

"oh." noel nodded. then upon his second drag after offering it over to eloise, "ah. that does sound familiar now you say. how long d'you think she'll be?"

"anyone's guess. i'm sure they'd let you wait inside for her if you want."

he could have laughed at the notion. "nah, you're all righ'. your, er," he gestured down the road, "the bus is here if that's useful for ya."

eloise made an angry grab at his hand and pulled it closer to her mouth for one last, final drag and she exhaled slowly. "c'mon you," chesc pulled at the sleeve of her blazer, "if we don't hurry up all of the good seats'll be gone."

both girls crossed the road and chorused out "bye, noel" over their shoulders. then, just his luck as the last embers of his cigarette died out on his finger tips, fat drops of rain fell one by one from the rolling grey clouds. he dropped the butt out of mild shock and out of irritancy he hiked his shoulders up to his ears and walked through the gates.

he hadn't ever been too far into fern's school, only really up to the top of the stairs where they sometimes sat together during her lunch break in the summer term. noel pushed forwards through the open doors, sidling up to the reception desk where the receptionist was staring down rather intently at a form requesting absence during term time.

noel cleared his throat. "'ello." he said, tapping his knuckles awkwardly on the desk, "i'm looking for fern gibson. she's, er, late for her driving lesson." he hoped his lie would work.

the receptionist clicked her pen and held it from one end in her claw-like fingers, using it to push his hands away. "her last class of the day was philosophy with mr watson. however if she's not there i'm afraid i can't help you as it is technically after school hours."

"right . . . thanks?" noel remained rooted to the spot.

"will that be everything?" she asked, sighing heavily as she looked up once again from the document, expecting his to have gone.

"no, could you tell me which classroom it was? just in case she's there."

"h7, up the stairs and all the way down the corridor, take a left and then three rights. you'll see it, can't be missed."

noel's feet propelled him down the languages corridor off the main hall and away from the receptionist. he traipsed up the stairs and was beginning to feel increasingly uncomfortable in the environment. it was all polished wooden floors and high ceilings, long windows with even longer curtains and framed pictures as far as the eye could see.

he tried to imagine fern walking around between classes, sitting at desks and listening intently; it wasn't a hard task. what was tricky, though, was trying to see her walking around his catholic secondary school, sans blazer and clearly out of her depth amongst the sort of people who flocked through the blue gates every morning.

instead he could see fern perched in window sills along corridors with eloise and chesc, whispering to each other and talking about their weekend plans. at some point he hoped fern would talk about him, perhaps what film she'd forced him to watch or how nice he could actually be when he felt like the world and its mother wasn't watching him.

right at the end of the second right turn was the sports corridor, and noel's attention was dragged away from daydreaming about fern to looking at the glossy pictures secured behind hand-crafted frames. football teams were lined up next to newspaper clippings and cut outs from scoresheets at inter-school competitions.

in one about tennis, where a year eleven had won out in a city-based championship, there was a picture of a twelve year old girl running frantically across the court. noel recognised the name, lottie reid, because liam had come home one day swearing blind she was the squarest girl he'd ever met.

he complained as he kicked the football at the wall, complained as he was forced to sit at the dinner table and complete his spelling homework, and complained as he and noel were brushing their teeth much later that evening.

further along and finally in the corridor after the third right turning, were copied and framed prize-winning essays written by students. he saw something fern had written about the reformation, an essay by the girl she hated, jessica, about the harrying of the north, and something eloise had written about pride within 'othello'.

the door of h7 appeared halfway along, and noel breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw the back of fern's head through the sliver of glass. his relief was short lived however, when he noticed fern was leaning closer to talk over the desk towards a student teacher.

something in him clicked then, his beaten up leather jacket and scuffed trainers weighing heavily on his shoulders and feet in a school he shouldn't ever have been anywhere near. noel knocked on the door and regretted it as soon as he did, though fern's face breaking out into a wide smile when she turned and saw him settled an unease lurking at the back of his mind.

she walked steadily over to the door and opened it, pulling him in with a hand around his arm. "noel!" if his reluctancy wasn't obvious by his slow steps then he didn't know how he was going to tell fern, without grabbing her by the shoulders and telling it to her face, how he was increasingly uncomfortable and wanted to leave as soon as possible.

he stood near the door and cast his eyes around the room, much bigger than any class than he could remember at barlow r.c. there were desks placed two by two, covered in ink stains and spills running through the knots of wood on the surface. fern's place, in the middle of the room, was obvious. her blazer was draped over the back and she'd hooked her bag over her chair delicately.

noel looked at her looking intently at her teacher who looked vaguely familiar. fern was nodding and humming, occasionally pointing her pen at something she agreed with before writing it down at the end of her essay. he tapped his fingers against his thigh in impatience, looking at the hands of the clock inch further round the numbers, and noel wished he wouldn't ever start thinking that looking at fern was boring.

there was a slight smudge of eyeliner out of place from where she'd rubbed at it. behind her ear was a pink bruise blossoming into a deeper shade of mauve, and noel knew there was a matching one on the back of her calf. right on the tip of her chin was a dash of pen in the colour he knew eloise used. her nails drummed rhythmically on the back of her refill pad in a constant meter. fern's leg was bouncing up and down in a tell that noel knew meant she was impatient to leave.

"but i think that's everything for you there, fern, so if you get the chance to add some improvements leave it on my desk monday morning and i'll get it back to you as soon as i can."

noel nearly let out an audible sigh of relief as fern started to pack her things away into her bag. she winked at him as she pulled her blazer on and hiked the straps of her bag higher up her shoulder. "thanks, sir. sorry to keep you."

he followed fern as she walked closer to noel, wrapping her hand over his wrist in preparation to drag him out of the classroom. "no no, it's no trouble at all miss gibson. i'm here whenever you need me."

it was noel who was ready to grab fern and run then, when her teacher, who's face had just been connected to a name in his mind, left his hand on her shoulder. he hoped she wouldn't blush. a light tinge flooded from fern's nose and she cleared her throat to rush out a thank you before wrenching the door open and shutting it firmly behind her.

she looked at noel guiltily, and avoided his stern gaze by pretending to pat her pockets down for something. "don't even start i'm not in the mood for it," she said and shot off down the corridor without another look behind her.

fern marched around corners and down the large stair case. she shoved open the doors to the school with her shoulder, leaving just enough time for noel to grab them and slip out behind her. the receptionist had gone home, leaving half-completed paperwork abandoned on the desk.

it was still raining when fern reached her car, and her hand slipped from the handle when she tried too hard too quickly to open it. when noel eventually caught up with her, fern was leaning diagonally with her forehead planted against the roof of her car, bag hanging open on her shoulder.

noel gently took her car keys from her hand and opened the car for her, feeling like he was folding her up and unravelling her in the drivers seat. fern slumped forwards and lay, rather dramatically, over the steering wheel as noel sat in awkward silence. he began to shuffle through the cassette tapes he'd filled the glovebox with in an effort to distract himself from fern's theatrical display of emotion.

eventually, fern slowly fixed herself upright. "sorry," she sighed, "i didn't know he was coming back. really."

when fern pulled onto her driveway, rather quickly sending her and noel jolting sideways, she was still arguing with him. "i'm telling you, i didn't know he'd come back." she unlocked the front door and stormed up the stairs, and noel heard a crash he assumed was her school bag being thrown into a corner of her room.

"that's not what i care about, fern, and ye fucking know it." noel yelled back, hanging his jacket over the banister at the foot of the stairs. she blazed past him still in her uniform and beelined for the kitchen. noel followed her, ignoring her setting up her notebook on the breakfast bar. he stood on the other side of the counter, arms folded over his chest.

fern glared up at him, pen held so tightly her knuckles were turning white. "well then what is it you do care about, noel?"

"that you didn't tell me when he did come back. you know i can't fuckin stand him and you never even thought to pissin' tell me!" he argued back, fighting the urge to grab the essay fern had written, that was covered in his handwriting, in both hands and tear it apart.

she scoffed behind her hand. "like that would have gone well."

noel pulled his head up to look right at her. fern had her eyes cast down to where she was re-writing parts of her homework onto a blank piece of paper, chin balanced on her hand as her eyebrows raised in anticipation for his response. he could hear her smirk and when she let out a little scoff and mumbled "thought so" noel opened the french doors and stepped out onto the patio.

fern watched out of the corner of her eye as he brushed down one of the chairs from the set of patio furniture and lit up a cigarette. against her better judgement, fern stared at the flex of his vein as noel clicked his lighter a few times, tucking it into his pocket once the cigarette he held in his lips caught the flame.

she tried to look at her essay and really take in the feedback she'd gotten from mr watson, but the glint in his eye when he told fern that noel was shuffling about outside the classroom kept her mind away from school work. outside, noel reached out to tap the end of his cigarette out in the ash tray abandoned in the middle of the table, but when he noticed fern shuffle her chair slightly closer to the doors noel moved his hand to the side.

fern was out of her chair and right infront of him faster than he could blink. "do you mind not tapping it out on the actual table? there's an ash tray for a reason."

"thought you were too busy reading what hugo's written specially."

if anyone else had spoken to her like that, noel would have expected fern to flounce away with a sharp turn of her heel. instead all he did was simply hold out the cigarette to her. she put her hand out to take it from him but noel only gestured with his head for her to sit down next to him. eyeing him cautiously, fern sank into the chair and leaned closer.

noel lifted up the cigarette to her lips and fern took a long drag, exhaling heavily. "come on. i'm really sorry."

"yeah, i know."

it wasn't that noel didn't like hugo (it really was, he fucking hated the cunt), it was more the fact that fern had a thing with him before he left to become a teacher. hugo was a year older than fern and noel, and while noel didn't associate with anyone or anywhere related to st augistine's day and boarding school, it left him with an uneasy feeling of dread whenever fern or her friends would mention her old boyfriend around him.

he had trouble with saying the words 'i'm sorry' even to fern, so offering her the rest of his cigarette was the next best thing. noel watched her cheeks hollow as she took the last three drags, and patted his knee when felix came streaking around from the side of the garden shed to preen around his legs. the small cat hopped up onto noel's lap and settled there, contently purring away, until a bird landed in the middle of the garden.

felix dug his claws in and pounced, using noel as a spring board and, not looking back at the small "fuck" that sent fern's eyebrows raising into her fringe, stretched his small body out for the bird that fluttered away as quickly as it had landed.

as felix settled into the middle of the garden, stalking away into the bushes to claw his way up the trees where the birds were chirping eagerly, noel thought enough time had passed to allow him to broach the question to fern. "are you still okay to drop me off at mike's tonight?"

she hummed. "i was thinking of coming with you, actually."

"that'll be-" noel had half-risen from his chair and remained so still it was like he'd been paused. "what?"

fern looked at him, feigning confusion. "last night, you said i could come with you if i wanted to."

"ha, um, look fern i wasn't really thinking perfectly straight when i said that." she pulled the same face at him that she'd done the night before. the one she made right before she pulled him into her room after mrs gibson had let him in through the front door, and pushed him down onto the middle of her bed only for fern to get halfway through palming him through his trousers when she declared she had homework to do.

upon recollection, in his haze of fleeting pleasure, there was a slight chance that noel had let the question slip. the look in fern's eye was far too much to take even for him, and he would have given in there and then if it wasn't for the chance that one of her neighbours could look out of their window to see a pair of teenagers getting it on in her parent's garden.

if anything, noel knew he had to make up for his overreaction to fern choosing, probably for the better because he knew he could be a miserable cunt at the best of times, not to tell him about hugo watson. he sighed and led her back inside, only to ask if he could use the phone.

"fine, you can come. but none of this prissy princess bullshit, and don't smoke, eat or drink anything that i don't give directly to you."

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their relationship was bound to happen in (almost) every universe, world and reality

happy belated birthday della (and me^^) and happy belated anniversary to my favourite poly couple. this is my longest fic at 5500+ words

"What did you think of the movie?" Jay asked Della, who was the only one who hasn't stated her opinion.

It was one of the rare moments when all the Enha members watched in the cinema together. They were all curious about the most-awarded film that just won best picture at the Academy.

"I didn't think it was gonna be that funny but it was hilarious," Della smiled. "It was hilarious and sad. It was really good. I loved it."

"Anything else?" Jake asked. They could all tell that there was something in her mind.

"I really liked Waymond.. and I cried a few times near the end..." they know her too well. She had more things in mind. "You guys know I didn't watch the new Doctor Strange movie, right?"

"Mm," they have an idea of where it's going.

"What Waymond said in the movie star universe made me cry, first off. But it also made me think..." she played with her fingers. "The multiverse thing is most probably fiction but I really hope that we get to be together in a lot more universes than this one. All eight of us."

"Don't think about it, darling. The multiverse isn't real and I'm sure our relationship would've existed in another universe if it was. Maybe even most of them."

washington, united states of america

"Shit. I think everyone has formed their groups," Alice mumbled to Della. "Looks like we're the only ones left.. again."

"Seriously?! What about Jen and..." Della frantically turned her head to her other friends. "Fuck, they have eight people."

"One, two, three, four..." she heard Alice count quietly. "Fuck, there are two groups of seven so we have to split."

"Shit..." well that's the price you pay for being friends with everyone so you're not in a specific friend group and only stick with your best friend. "Not lucky this time," she sighed at the thought of being separated from (practically) her other half.

"Yeah..." Alice was still looking around the class. "I just realised one of the available groups is with H7! All seven of them!" Della scrunched her face at the name.

"Please don't call them that, that's cringy as fuck," H7 is what the student body calls this one friend group. All seven students are in the basketball team and are all handsome. Hence the name; Handsome 7. "What about the other one?"

"Is everyone done picking the groups?!" the teacher asked out before Alice could answer.

"Not yet!" Della and Alice said in unison.

"Hurry up, you two. Ethan's group is open, Luke's group is open," great- it's pick your poison.

Either Della gets grouped with a bunch of boys- and H7 at that, or groups with her ex and his 'girl best friend' who never liked her.

"Good luck with H7," Alice whispered in her ear, getting up to sit with Luke's team without a second thought.

Now that's a best friend. Della couldn't help but smile at the thought. 

She grabbed her favourite pen and notebook before heading to where the seven popular boys sat.

She wonders why no one chose to sit here, considering the many fangirls they have. I guess they wanna be with their friends more.

"Sorry to squeeze myself in," she sat on the only empty seat next to number seven. Otherwise known as Will.

Will was always so smiley and friendly to everyone, he doesn't just stick around the popular kids. He's almost like the sunshine of the group. Yet he's a totally different person on the field. He does not play around.

"Not at all," majority of them said.

"Della, right?" number four, Johnny, asked. Johnny is straightforward and mature, somewhat like the leader of the group. Interestingly enough, his looks are quite the opposite. His eyes and fluffy cheeks resemble those of a cat. Absolutely adorable.

Take his smile away and you got yourself a fierce cat.

"Yeah," she smiled softly. "I'm sure you know that I know you all already."

"I'm Jake," number five- okay let's cut out the jersey numbers, cocked his chin up. Jake is known for his insane basketball skills and a real big flirt. Doesn't necessarily play with girls' hearts though. All bark and no bite.

"Ricky," Ricky cloned Jake's head cocking with raised eyebrows. Ricky is really cool. The way he looks, moves, talks, everything. Cool in general but his playfulness comes out within the group. They're all the same age, yet it's almost as if he's the youngest of H7.

"Hi," Della awkwardly said. What else was she supposed to do?

"I'm Will," "Johnny," two of them did the same.

"We've been in the same school for a few years now. I know your names," she chuckled.

"Well I'm Ethan," Ethan brought his hand out for a handshake. While Jake was the flirt, Ethan was the one who's an actual player.

Not really though. From what Della has heard, he treats his past girlfriends like royalty. She suspects that he's just desperate on finding the one... in high school?

"Hi Ethan. I'm Della," she grinned and shook his hand.

"Oh, so Ethan gets a personal 'hi' and a handshake?" Ben had his arms crossed, eyeing their hands with a lazy smirk.

"Hi Ben," her smile stayed as she rolled her eyes. Ben likes to joke around with his friends. Exclusively his friends. Everyone knows how loud and hyper he gets but only a handful of people can make him like that.

"So everyone has a group now right?!" the teacher yelled out again. "I'm going to explain the project!"

"Yes!" some students answered. The class immediately turned quiet to hear the instructions.

"I'm Jay, by the way," the guy across from her leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Nice to meet you, Della."

Della mostly remembers Jay from his parents who helped fund the school. Crazy rich.

Everyone's somewhat rich since they attend the state's top private school. But Jay's family is on another level. Even his uniform looks more expensive.

"Nice to meet you too, Jay," she made the mistake of looking him straight in the eye within close proximity.

He really is handsome. Straight out of a magazine.

"I hope you don't get bored of us. We're really looking forward to doing this project with you," they seem to be stuck in that position.

"Really?" she raised her eyebrows.

"Mhm," Della swallowed at how hot he sounded.

"Ditto."

seoul, south korea — txt & en- playground

"She's so pretty," Niki giggled to his hyungs.

"She's prettier in real life- how's that possible?" Sunghoon gushed to them quietly too.

"What did I say about talking about this in public?" Heeseung scolded. "People might hear and we haven't even debut yet."

"Easy for you to say. You trained with her so you know what she looks like up close," Jay chuckled.

"Aish- just don't make things so obvious. Stop staring at her."

TXT's Della is one of the country's top visual. Nicknamed 'Korea's Siren', it's no surprise that she has lots of admirers. Even her juniors can't seem to resist her charm.

"Should we talk to them?" Della asked her bandmates. "I feel bad. They keep looking at us but must feel so awkward."

The five other members looked at each other with a knowing look. Time to play wingmen.

"Let's go! But I need to head to the restroom," Yeonjun slightly widened his eyes to the boys, trying to tell them to leave with him.

"Wait! Me too!" "I'm coming!" "I need to go too!" "I need to pee!" they said at the same time.

"What?! Guys don't leave me here!" Della watched them all stand up. "I'm gonna go to the restroom too!" 

"NO No!" the members stopped her.

"You need to keep our seats warm!" Beomgyu tried to think of an excuse.

"But I would need five butts.." Della raised her eyebrows.

"Well..."

"You guys are being weird but I'll listen to you anyway because I trust that what you're planning is something good," she sat back on her seat. "Have fun doing your business guys!" she waved.

"We love you, Della! Trust the process! Please be your cool self!" Kai exclaimed before the five disappeared.

"She's alone!" Jake whispered aggressively to his bandmates.

"Subtlety! Subtlety!" Jungwon reminded when most of the guys turned their head to where she sat.

"Should we go say 'hi'? Say that we're big fans?" despite being a shy group, Enha wishes to do so many things and that includes making the first move.

They already talked earlier. What's so different now?

There's no hiding behind the other TXT members, that's what.

"The Tubatu guys probably did this on purpose," Heeseung mumbled.

"Should we just... go there?" Jay tried to confirm the plan.

"Yeah yeah, let's just-" before they could continue, Sunoo stood up from his seat.

"I'm gonna go grab a snack first. Wait up."

"Hurry back!" Niki called after him. 

Sunoo let out a sigh. He can't believe that every single one of his bandmates took an interest in the girl she's admired since her debut.

He doesn't own her or anything but well technically he liked her first.

Or maybe Heeseung did since they trained together for a bit.

"Don't you like macarons?" Della suddenly joined Sunoo in the snack table.

"Ah that surprised me!" he jumped, placing a hand on his chest. 

And he got even more surprised at the fact that the girl his members were gushing about was standing right there.

"Sorry, sorry," Della held her hand up with an embarrassed smile. She thought that it was the perfect opportunity to talk to the young group; by slowly starting with one member and eventually everyone else.

"Hello!" he quickly bowed.

"Hello," her smile changed to a warm one.

"How did- how did you know I like macarons?" he covered the bottom half of his face.

"I watched I-Land. You ate it in the first episode," she giggled.

Oh my God. She watched I-Land.

"Your cover of Crown was amazing, by the way. Absolutely did it justice," oh my God, she's complimenting me.

"Ahh thank you so much!" he bowed slightly.

"Listen.. I really wanna get to know Enhypen- as friends! Of course!" her voice had slight panic in them. "You guys seem really cool and sweet so..." she started to feel really shy.

"Of course! They really wanted to meet you too," the two looked at the other six and found them staring. They quickly snapped out of it to give her a small bow.

"Cute," she smiled. "I would love to get close- if you!" she stammered. "If you guys don't mind! I know it's risky for male and female idols to be close so..." Sunoo can't help but soften at her words.

He should be slightly jealous at how she wanted to get to know all seven and not just him, yet for some reason, he just felt warmth. Kang Della is interested in them. All of them.

"Don't worry. All seven of us would absolutely love to get close with you."

riverfield, webtoon world  [dara = sooha]

"Dara! Wait up!" Shion yelled out. 

Dara turned around to find her seven new friends walking towards her.

Or well... more like to the dorms.

"Shion! Hi!" Dara grinned when they caught up to where she was. "Are you all heading to the dorms?"

"Yup! We're about to go and hang in Solon's room though! Would you like to join?" Jino invited enthusiastically.

"Jino!" Solon scolded his friend through their mind-link. "What did I say about getting close to Dara?!"

"That it's an amazing idea to get her to be our friend?" Jaan answered.

"Pfftt.. friend," Noa held back a smirk. "You all act like you don't want more," they knew the youngest was right but didn't want to acknowledge it. Even Noa himself regretted saying it. Now his brothers might think that he doesn't want her.

"Solon's right. Dara shouldn't get mixed up with vampires, it's dangerous," Jakah said, his hesitance evident.

"Guys?" Dara waved her hand with furrowed eyebrows, unaware and unable to hear the vamps' conversation. The action also brought those boys back to what they were initially doing.

"Yes! Yes?" Heli was the first to respond.

"Were none of you listening?" she frowned slightly. There were seven guys there. How did NO ONE pay attention?

"No, I was!" "I was listening!" Shion and Jino said together in panic.

"I was just about to say 'that's great' and 'let's get going then,'" Jaan tried to make it smooth.

"I'm sorry Dara, I spaced out," Noa said, attempting to get points for honesty.

"Noa, how can you space out when Dara's talking?" Shion gasped dramatically.

"Like you weren't lying just now-" the bickering would've gone for longer if Heli didn't cut them off.

"Sure, Dara. Why don't we all walk to your room together and then move to Solon's?" Heli, being the one with actual telepathic abilities, was able to multitask perfectly. He was the only one to catch what Dara said.

'I'm flattered and would love to join, but I actually wanted to give you all a little something. Do you mind if I go over to my room to grab it real quick?'

"She wants to grab something from her room before joining," Heli quickly relayed the message.

"Perfect! Let's head on to Dara's room!" Jino exclaimed. "You coming, Solon?"

Solon's ears practically had steam coming out of them. He wanted to tell his brothers off for being so dumb and smitten over a human.

But it's not like he isn't too.

"I'm coming with. I wanna see what she prepared for us," Jakah intended his mind-link for Solon, showing how the older would be the only one absent.

"Fine," he grumbled before walking ahead of the group a little.

As they were making their way, he could hear his brothers laughing and chatting with Dara, causing him to be in an actual sour mood.

When he looked back once, he found that the girl was standing beside the eldest and grinning up at him.

'She probably only prepared something for Heli,' he internally scoffed. He was unaware of the jealousy he felt.

Yet once they reached her room, his predictions of the girl was oh so wrong.

"Hi! Sorry for the wait, so uhh..." she exited her room with seven small containers at hand. "This is a cream for whenever you get injured. It's supposed to work for everything, it's multipurpose. But if it doesn't work then just come to me and I'll give you something stronger."

She had actually thought about all of them. She noticed the injuries that they sustained during their last battle. 

"Nightball seems very demanding so you might use this up well," she giggled. She still believes that their injuries came from the sport.

Solon watched as she handed everyone their own cream, complete with a handwritten label of their names.

"Actually Solon, do you mind if I put this on for you? Your injury looks really bad," she looked at his forearm with worry. She had saved him for last.

"Yeah, sure," he practically whispered.

The seven boys silently observed as this girl carefully tended to the wound on Solon's arm, and they felt their hearts warming up (more). 

Solon wasn't exactly lovely to her, but she stayed patient and kind.

'Fuck being a human- I really like her.'

brisbane, australia — 2010

"DELLA!" the seven boys yelled out from outside Della's house. "DELLLLAA!" 

"No way..." Della muttered to herself and looked out her bedroom window.

There they are. Her very annoying, seven best friends.

"Della!" her mother called from downstairs. "The boys are here for you!"

"Just a second, mom!" she rushed to put on some socks and hurried down.

"Careful! Careful! No running!" her mother scolded. "Especially with socks, you might slip and fall."

"Sorry mommy," Della gave her a big hug as an apology. 

"Be careful, okay?" her mother reminded before opening the front door. "Hello kids!"

"Hi Mrs. King!" "Hello!" the boys said together.

"Is Alice not joining?" Della was putting on her shoes as her mother asked questions.

"Not today, Mrs. King. She had to go to the dentist," Johnny answered for the group, as always.

"Oh okay. What are you guys planning to do today?"

"We're gonna watch a movie in Jay's house!" Will replied enthusiastically. 

"Huh? Why are you all here then? Della could've gone with just Jake and Ben," Mrs. King pointed at their two (closest) neighbours. They all live near one another, but Jake and Ben lives two houses away from the Kings'.

"We wanna make sure Della was being careful and safe," Jay gave a charming smile.

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"The movie was so romantic!" Della gushed on once they were done watching. "Especially in the lanterns!"

The guys wanted to watch Megamind, but instead they got sucked into watching Tangled because that's what Della wanted.

They barely paid any attention and mostly talked throughout the movie, yet having them agree to watch her (already) favourite movie was more than enough to make her happy.

She has watched it a million times since it came out anyway.

"Oh I wish I had magic glowing hair! I can just sing 'flower bling and glow, let your power shine' and boom! I'll be young forever!" she twirled around in a daydream.

"We're seven, Della. Don't you wanna grow up a bit and then be young forever?" Ben brought her back to reality.

"I wanna be a kid forever!" Ricky spun around in circles. "I wanna be five and not go to school!"

"Yeah! I just want nap times and games in school!" Jake caught Ricky, making them fall into the large couch.

"Ben has a point though! I wanna be a dancer when I grow up! A real one!" Della was used to all the chaos of being friends with the seven kids. They just enjoy each other's company as is.

"I wanna be a dancer too! I wanna make a dance team and dance all around the world!" Ricky yelled.

"Guys! Let's make a team when we grow up!" Ethan proposed his idea.

"A team?" "What team?" everyone calmed down in interest.

"Any team! We can be a doctors team! A team astronaut team! Dancers! Police! Let's just make a team!" his little voice sounded so certain.

"I wanna be a biker," Jay calmly stated.

"Why a biker?" Will looked at him with a judging look.

"Bikers are cool. They ride motorcycles and have cool jackets," Jay shrugged. "I just wanna be cool."

"My mom says bikers are bad," Will innocently pouted.

"I wanna be a doctor," Johnny sat upside down.

"I wanna be a professional ice skater," Ben joined in. "Our jobs are so different."

"Well we can be a team of something else, it doesn't have to be our jobs," Della thought. "Let's just be together until then!"

"Be together until then?" Johnny repeated, sitting back upright from dizziness.

"Yeah! Like Flynn and Rapunzel! They were a team-"

"But they were only two people. We have seven!" Jake managed out whilst in the midst of play fighting with Ricky. 

"Eight if we count Alice," Jay reminded.

"No, Della's right. We can be a team like Flynn and Rapunzel when we grow up," Ethan thought.

"If we're gonna be like the movie, can I be Maximus?" Johnny randomly responded.

"Oh and can I be the king?" Will joined in.

"I wanna be Flynn! Agh!" Ricky raised his hand before getting tackled by Jake.

"I wanna be Flynn!" Jake protested.

"I told you that anyone can be whatever they want! We don't have to be like Tangled!" Della pouted. Sometimes her friends are impossible.

"What about Transformers?" Ben asked about his favourite movie.

"Oh maybe like TMNT," Jay grinned.

"Well whatever the example is, I'm sure we can be a team when we grow up," Ethan smiled.

"You really think so, Ethan?" Della said with a soft voice and soft eyes. "Even with me as a girl?"

"Girls can do anything, Della. My mama and so many films show it!" Jake and Ricky started to calm down down their play-fight.

"You're the most important part of our team, Della. I promise," Ethan looked into her eyes with the same amount of softness, maybe even more.

"Ouch, E. Good to know that we're not that important."

seoul, south korea — the YG building

"Like this-" the choreographer demonstrated a certain position to Della. "Ooh ooh, like that but- you gotta hold his arm so it'll be safe each time."

Kang Della's first single album will be released after just two years of Magnum's debut. As the most popular member of her group, the company agreed that a solo would be appropriate.

"We gotta keep you safe, superstar," the dancer she was holding, Jungwon, teased. "How else are you gonna break records?"

"Aish-" Della slapped his arm briefly before going back to her original position. 

"Actually, maybe it's best if you hold her, Jungwon-ah. I'm scared that she'll fall one day," the choreographer instructed. "So Della doesn't have to hold on to you but instead you... that's it."

"I'm not that clumsy, unnie," Della smiled but didn't protest. She knew that she was just looking out for her.

"Just in case, darling," the other dancers watched the three experiment with the song's bridge.

"You wished that was you, huh?" one of the female dancers whispered to Niki.

"No, I don't," he got really defensive. "She's a client."

"I mean... she's also our friend.." Niki didn't know what else to answer so he kept quiet. "Eyyy," she nudged his shoulder teasingly.

"No no, I'm seriously not jealous. I don't like her like that," he shook his hand.

"You would have to compete with the whole world anyway. Including your buddies," she looked at the five other male dancers.

"Nah, there's no competition, don't worry. I was just watching them."

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"Lucky Jungwon got to be paired with Della," Jake complained to his friends during their break.

"Aish- you got the whole world shipping you two," Sunghoon pointed at him. 

"At least you had that little moment during the fanmeeting," Jay also pointed at Sunghoon. "I was stuck with another member."

"Oh my God! Hyungs! At least you guys have something! All Heeseung-hyung, Niki and I have are group photos!" Sunoo protested. Those three always seem to be bickering.

"Isn't that a good thing? My DMs and comments are not filled with overprotective Della fans," Heeseung chuckled.

"You guys should be like me. Everyone makes shipping content of us even though we're never seen next to each other," Niki smirked.

"Lucky..." Jay muttered.

"I just want people to think that she's taken," Sunoo pouted. "Then people would stop hitting on her."

"Nothing could stop those guys and you know that," Jungwon wiped the sweat off his forehead. "They'll keep asking her out even with all kinds of rumours."

"You're right," "Mhmm," his friends all agreed.

"Where is Della anyway?" Jake asked.

"Should be here any minute n-"

"Sorry I took so long! A manager wanted to talk to me!" Della entered the room in a hurry. "Hello, my loves," she went over to place a kiss on their cheeks. "What were you all talking about?"

"How lucky some of us get to be seen with you," Niki crossed his arms. "And how other idols keep hitting on you."

"Again? Guys I turned them down already," she sat next to the youngest with furrowed eyebrows.

"No no- it's not really about that but more about how we wish we can just tell the world about us," Jake grabbed her hand for assurance. "We're not blaming you, darling."

"I really wish I could too," she sighed. "I love being an idol but sneaking around sucks real bad."

"Having seven boyfriends doesn't help too," Sunghoon lightly kicked Della's feet. His comment made everyone but Heeseung sigh.

"Heyy- I don't know if this helps but at least all of us being together makes it less suspicious! It's just like she's one of the boys!" the oldest tried to lighten the mood.

"Please use a different expression next time but you're right," Della scrunched up her face. "And since you guys are dancers, we get to be really clingy!"

It's true. Jake had the opportunity to be Della's love interest in a music video. Sunghoon got to be paired with her during a dance cover. Jay once made a cameo on Magnum's Youtube channel. Niki is one of the most popular members so they get shipped a lot, and now Jungwon gets to have a dance opportunity for her solo.

They're allowed to be seen together and it won't be too suspicious.

"Yeah, we're actually quite lucky, eh?" Jay smirked. "I love this relationship, y'all."

"Awww," they all teased, some of them even nudging and pushing him.

"CUTEE," Jungwon aggressively said.

"Cutee, "So cutee," "Awww aww awww," they teased him more.

"Ahh whatt?!" Jay turned around, embarrassed.

"Cute," Della smiled to herself, watching her boyfriends interacting.

"Della-ya," Niki whispered in her ear while everyone was distracted.

"Hmm?"

"Don't tell the others yet but I choreographed your other song," Della looked at him with wide eyes and a huge grin.

"No way! Congratulations!" he quickly shushed her. "Sorry sorry."

"There's gonna be a tiny moment with me. Nothing major like Jungwon-hyung's, but at least I get to hold you a little."

seoul, south korea — the hybe building

[let's pretend that all the guys are over 21 in this. there's nothing sexual but della is everyone's noona so it'll be inappropriate if she dates someone of their actual age]

"It's a bit..." Della's assistant hissed and tilted her head. "It's good now but it's missing something.."

"Is it the colour? Not enough red maybe?" Della agreed but couldn't detect the issue. The seven guys look good but they could look better.

"No no, I think Jake's pants are dark enough to match Jungwon's hair," the assistant pointed.

Della stayed silent for a few moments, trying to figure out what to alter, and it only hit her when Jay started subtly flexing his arms.

"Ahhh," a lightbulb went off. "Let's give Sunghoon a sleeveless outer," she gestured to Sunghoon.

"Sleeveless?" her assistant asked curiously.

"Jay is too revealing. We need to give someone else something sleeveless," Della explained. "We have that black vest, right? The leather one? I think we should give Sunghoon that."

"Is it here? Where is it?" she looked around for the said outer. "I think it's in the other room. I'll go get it."

"Oh, and can you please bring the black shorts too, unnie?! I wanna test it on Sunoo or Heeseung!" Della called after.

"Okay!" the remaining eight people watched the other stylist leave the room.

"I'm too revealing, huh?" Jay teased his secret girlfriend.

"The balance was off!" Della leaned against the closest boy, Jungwon. "You guys like the outfits though, right?"

It's been two years since Della worked at the company as a stylist and she was still lacking confidence in the outfits she builds. 

Enhypen has worked with middle-aged stylists for the longest time. She questions whether hiring a younger one was a good idea. 

"It's really cool, what're you talking about?!" Jungwon pushed her lightly. "The vibe fits the song well and we all look good!"

"It's really pretty!" "It's really cool!" "We look good!" the others complimented.

"It's just..." she stepped back again to look at the big picture. "Yeah, I think we need to change Sunghoon's jacket and Sunoo's pants..."

"Good. I was getting envious that Jay got to show off anyway," Sunghoon smirked while removing his jacket.

"Next time, I wanna show off my arms too," Niki told Della.

"Me too! But just wait a couple of months for me to prepare," Heeseung touched his bicep.

"Yah- tell that to your other stylist. I'm only responsible for comeback outfits," Della wrapped Sunghoon's previous outer around his waist.

"Can't you be our full-time stylist?" Sunoo pushed back her hair just as she put a belt on Jungwon.

"I would love to, darlings but I can't be seen when I'm only a few years older than you," she gave him a smile, now untucking Sunoo's shirt. 

"Shouldn't the world know that we have the hottest noona as our stylist?" Heeseung asked.

"Aishh- you guys flatter me too much," she stepped back to observe again. "I'm worried Jake and Sunoo look too plain.."

"Noo," they whined. "If everyone is too flashy then it'll be too much."

"Jay, give your gloves to Sunghoon please and please wear these, Wonie," she placed a pair of yellow gloves in Jungwon's hands.

"Hey- heyy," Jake put his hands on her tense shoulders. "Why are you stressing so much, babe?" his fingers moved to massage her. 

"I'm worried I might get replaced if I don't do a good job," she laughed nervously.

"You've been working with us for a few years now, they can't fire you that easily!" Sunoo looked at her in disbelief.

"Are they suspecting us?" Sunghoon asked.

"Mm," she simply replied, stroking Jake's hand around her waist now. The members panicked a little. "I don't know... I just found out today and they said they don't mind as long as I don't reveal it."

"Then what's the issue?" she leaned against Jake with a sigh.

"Pressure, really. It kinda feels like I have to work harder," the guys all let out an 'eyyy'.

"You're an amazing stylist, noona. You should look at the comments our fans post! They've been really loving our outfits since you were hired!" Jay rubbed Della's shoulder.

"How is a stylist able to work harder anyway?" Jungwon muttered. "If anything, we should work harder," everyone chuckled at his comment.

"Thank you, guys. Sorry about that- ACK!" she squealed when Jake nuzzled his face into her neck. "That tickles!" she tried to release herself from him.

"Don't go! Sorry, sorry!" Jake pulled her back and chose to nuzzle into her shoulder instead. "I'm pleasantly surprised that the company let it go that easily."

"We've been in the industry for years, of course they wo-" Niki cut himself off when the door opened and everyone immediately dispersed.

"Sorry it took so long. Here are the shorts and vest."

hanseong, korea — joseon period

"Father, may I go to the festival today? They're supposed to release the lanterns tonight," Princess Dahye asked the king.

"Tonight? Darling, your mother and I have got to attend a dinner remember?" his majesty replied with a frown. "We will be able to visit tomorrow, if you wish."

"I would love to go tomorrow, but I also really want to go tonight. The lanterns only happen tonight!"

Her father hissed and placed a hand under his chin, trying to figure a solution for his daughter.

"Your majesty, may I suggest?" his royal advisor spoke.

"You may."

"Perhaps the princess may come with Lady Ahyeong while the adults have dinner," Dahye immediately tensed up.

"That's a great idea," quick- think of something. "Daughter, what do you think?"

"It is indeed a great idea but unfortunately-" she took a deep breath. "Although Lady Ahyeong and I get along well, I am a bit uncomfortable with going out alongside someone I just met once."

"So do you have another suggestion?" a mischievous grin slowly grew on her face.

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"Mmm!" Dahye's eyes widened at how delicious the street food was. "This is absolutely divine! Jungwon-nim! Try this!"

The princess had convinced her father to let her off on her own- of course, with a few conditions that she proposed herself.

She would be disguised as a simple villager. Absolutely no riches and luxury will be seen on her. She would even go by the name of 'Dasom' to avoid suspicion.

She would also be assisted by a group of guards to completely ensure her safety.

And those guards are the ones who  always get assigned to her.

"Wahh, it's really soft," Jungwon told his friends.

"Ah really?" Sunoo raised his eyebrows with interest.

"Do you wanna try?" Dahye held up the food again.

"No no, it's yours," he shook his hand.

"Do you think we should move a little closer to everyone else?" Jongseong held a lantern on his hand. 

The group decided to sit on the grass a little further away from where the majority would raise their lantern.

"Here should be fine- give me that," Jaeyun reached for the lantern. "Usually people will write their wishes or the person they're in love with before letting go," he took out a small brush from his pocket.

"That's so cute! That's so romantic!" Dahye got even more excited.

"You wanna write your wishes?" Heeseung patted her head from behind.

"Something like that," she turned her head to look at him.

"Do you have ink though?" Jongseong asked Jaeyun.

"Should we use blood?" Sunoo giggled.

"Noo!" everyone else whined.

"Just use the sauce from the rice cakes!" Chulsoo referred to the stick on Dahye's hand.

"We don't have enough of it," Jungwon pointed.

"Let's buy more and ask for extra sauce," Heeseung proposed.

"Good idea. Sunghoon-nim!" Sunghoon's eyes widened when Dahye said his name. "Please get us two more rice cakes, my love," she handed him the coins while batting her eyelashes.

"Why do I have to do it?" he mumbled under his breath but did what was told anyway.

Once the guard returned, the seven boys watched as Dahye dipped the brush in the sauce before writing on the lantern.

"What do you plan on writing?" Jaeyun practically whispered, almost afraid to be asking.

"You'll see," she muttered.

The writings slowly got together and her 'plan' became apparent.

"Our names," Chulsoo breathed out.

"Do you think it looks okay?" Dahye finished with the last stroke before leaning back to look at it as a whole.

"It's perfect," the seven guards said in unison.

"We should light it up now," Jongseong pointed at the other lanterns, seeing how they were now all lit up.

Everyone all stood up, placing one hand on the lantern. Jongseong took the match included with it and lit the bottom up.

"Five, four, three, two, one!" they heard the crowd count down, releasing once they reach one.

They all silently watched at the beautiful floating lights that adorned the night sky.

"It's so beautiful," Dahye muttered, feeling arms wrap around her waist in a back hug.

"Nothing can compare to her highness' beauty," Jungwon whispered in her ear and placed a kiss on her shoulder.

Their love story will end in tragedy, they can all feel it. 

A relationship between a princess and a commoner itself was absurd, let alone a reverse harem with seven. Their romance was forbidden with absolutely no way around it.

Yet they let themselves hurt anyway, with pleasant moments like these to cherish and hold onto.

'Maybe we'll be together comfortably, in another life.'

requested: — nonidol!della — della as sooha — della in txt

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[randomgentlefolk]

Cpc is going to be daily pass. That sucks. But! Perhaps I can open another one of these while I can still access the references? (Imagine me sitting on a chair while smirking and rubbing my hands together like I'm scheming something genius)

This picture is not mine! It's created by @//MagicalPouchOfMagic on twitter!

Send a cpc character!!

Disclaimer (IMPORTANT)

Please request it in the ask (the ask button? Yeah that thing)

Only one person per request please! Unless I have more free time then I will announce whether you can request more or not

Please don't request the sexual faces, I'm not comfortable with it. The cute romantic one is fine, but the one like H1, H2, H7, H9, H10, J8.. You probably get what I mean

I have life outside of being an artist, so please be patient. I have a bad habit of procrastinating things, sorry 🙏

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WIP Game

@aggravateddurian tagged me for a thing, I'll copy-paste the rules from their post:

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Show Me Your Spine

Protection

Assault on H7

Supernature

Nine to Five

East Bound and Down

@fourth-floor-at-langley, @medtech-mara, @luvwich, @wanderingaldecaldo

I'm drawing a blank on other names because its gone 3AM. Partake if you like, even if you're not tagged :)

[theamalgaverse]

Gonna be working the asks, but I’ll do this ahead of tome- bit of a blood warning! But just so ya know, its MagicalPouch’s expression meme!

Gimme an expression and a character you can see on the blog and I’ll draw it!

Except for H7. I dont like looking at H7…

[archduchessofnowhere]

How do I make my family trees, part 1

Hello, today I bring you my very first attempt at a tutorial. Time ago I made a couple of family trees that showed how different royal couples were related. While I only posted two of these trees (on two different blogs) and then abandoned the project, I always wanted to go back to it, specially since there are a some that I did but never posted.

The trees in question.

The other day I was asked how did I make them, so I thought that this was a great chance to go back to this forgotten project. So more trees are coming. But first, a tutorial of how I made them!

First a disclaimer: while I enjoy making edits I'm not actually super skilled on the art and just managed with the bare minimum edit tools of Pixlr. So this is just how I do it, which is probably not the best way to make these trees. Also I'm not even sure if it is the easiest way lol, but I like making them like this because it gives me a lot of control on how the tree will look like, which genealogy websites do not. Because of Tumblr's image limit this tutorial will be done in two parts.

For this tutorial I'll use a simple first cousins marriage as an example, since this kind of trees only have eight people and therefore are easier to draw. So I'll work with Duke Karl Theodor in Bavaria and his first wife, Princess Sophie of Saxony, who were maternal first cousins.

Let's begin!

1. Do your reasearch.

An obvious first step, I know, but this is absolutely necessary. If you're doing a tree that shows intermarriages then you need to make sure that know exactly how many people will be in your tree, and how they are related to each other. It has happened me that I made the tree and then realized that I missed that two people that were on opposite extremes of the tree were second cousins once removed and now I have to start all over. Almost every royal on Wikipedia has an "Ancestry" section with a mini family tree that goes back like four or five generations, I normally base my trees on that info (because the genealogy enthusiast on the Internet will never let any mistake slide, unlike actual published books). Also a tip: the Spanish version of the Wikipedia articles tend to have bigger trees than the English version. Once you are done, we can move to the next step.

2. Draw your tree (on paper).

This step won't be necessary in our example since it's just an eight persons tree, but if you're doing a bigger one (like the H7 and EoY one) then this step is pretty important. Because trees with a lot of intermarriages are an absolute nightmare to put together if you don't want any lines crossing. So you need to figure out how it will look like before you start editing on Pixlr, otherwise you'll likely end up redoing it many times until you get it right.

Currently I'm working on a big tree that covers tons of marriage, and figuring out how to put it together was legit the hardest part of it. Here is a peak to the last of the many trees I drew, in which I finally managed to make sure no lines crossed (can you guess what is it about?)

As you can see this is just a rough sketch drawn with a pencil on a page of my French notebook. I don't even bother writing the names, this is just to figure out how I'm going to organize these people on the tree. Of course if you don't find this necessary you can skip this step and plan the tree however you like, this is just how I do it.

3. Get the pictures for your tree

I usually just download the person's default profile picture on their Wikipedia page and call it a day lol; but if I can choose I try to choose pictures that depict the people around the time they got married (that's why I chose Ludovika and Max's portraits from their twenties instead of photographs of them at an older age). If the spouses pictures face each other the better, but I don't bother too much if they don't.

My advice is that you download all the pictures you'll use before we can move to the final step of part 1 of this tutorial.

4. Crop the pictures and turn them into PNGs.

Finally, we can start working on Pixlr! Open pixlr.com, the website will give you three different options of editors. I use the simple version, Pixlr X, since these trees don't require many tools.

Now open one of the picture you chose. I chose this photography of Sophie of Saxony, which is both her default Wikipedia profile picture and my favorite picture of her. The first tool we'll need from the side bar is the "Crop & rotate"

Once in there, crop the photo to show only the person's head:

Now with the photo cropped, we can move unto the next tool we'll use: the "Cutout". What this tool basically do is cutting out the background of your picture and leaving only the shape you chose, I use the circle shape.

This is the end result! Now the picture has an oval shape with transparent background. I usually go back to the "crop & rotate" tool and crop the photo again, so it doesn't have that extra empty space.

Save it as a transparent png and it's done! Now you do that with all the pictures you'll use for your tree. I chose a circle shape, but you can use whatever of the other options you want.

Tomorrow, the second and final part of this tutorial in which I actually will show you the trickiest part of the tree making: drawing the tree on Pixlr!

[rosesastrology]

Hi rose!! I hope you’re doing well :) i’ve been hesitant to ask this question or not because i don’t want to get my paranoid side get the best of me 😭 but it now did because i need to ask if my ex has recently done things with his female friend N or maybe even while we still were together (i have asked him and he denied but a lot of things point to that he did do it) Amsterdam 17:06 PM 23 november

You're represented by the Asc ruler, Mercury, which is in the 6th house. Mercury is in its detriment in 9° Sag, showing your paranoia. Mercury is conjunct the DC, and Mercury is also conjunct Venus. Venus typically represents a woman, but as we can see Jupiter and Venus don't have an aspect between them. There are no sneaky antiscia aspects either.

Jupiter's only possibly red flaggish aspect is the 1° trine with the moon. The moon is typically a girl, that and the fact Jupiter is in h11 (friends) which is also his turned 5th (parties, sex, indulgence, drugs, etc.). Jupiter is retrograde, which suggests 'going back', and the fact the trine with the moon perfects while it's retrograde is interesting because it could suggest previous action with the moon while Jupiter was still in direct motion.

The Moon is in her fall in Virgo, and I can see that with Jupiter in Pisces, the moon would like him but this is more of a friendship. I don't see anything that suggests more than friendship: the moon isn't in his house, they're not conjunct, and the receptions aren't anything that suggests more than friendship. I'd say no, he probably wasn't cheating and isn't with her now. It could be that they'll get together in the future (moon moving to h7) but that wasn't the case beforehand.

[mihrsuri]

For the fanfic ask game: 3, 7, 12, 20 💜💜

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written? Such A Time As This (Tudors). It’s a retelling/reinterpretation of the Purim Story with Anne Boleyn as Esther - specifically as Persian Jewish woman. It was so scary to post because it’s so deeply personal - I was writing my own identity as a biracial persian jewish woman into the threads and soul of this story and while there are things I would add/change now I am still so proud of it. A quote:

"You are talking of me, of my family" she wants to say to the courtiers when they sneer or repeat the stories about the Jewish monsters who steal babies to make matzoh and mix the blood in with their gold and have poisoned all the wells in France. But it would do no good at all). And she should be used to hearing this - as it has been around her all her life and it would not change - to be Jewish was to be safe nowhere.

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now? I am not including actual WIPs that have words here but a list (feel free to ask questions about if wanted):

The West Wing Dystopia

Multifandom Sex Slave AU aka ‘that is yours, I am not’

President Joanna Bartlet and her wife Abbey

Robert Dudley Travels Back In Time

Gregory Cromwell Has Some Feelings

Jane and John Dudley????

Hot Thomas Boleyn Rights

English Civil War: AU Edition

Tough Scenes In Fictional In Universe Version Of The Tudors

Choreographer Interview

TWW Ballet AU

Persian Jewish Sara Crewe

Race Bent LOTR graphics

Helen Norwich

Girl H7/Boy EOY

Liam shows up in George’s office with an iced coffee

OT3 verse next gen (Anne Tudor-Dudley)

Tudor Ships + Taylor Swift

Robert proposes to Elizabeth

12. Do you have a playlist for your current WIP(s)? Share it!

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written? I personally believe that Only Wore This Doublet (So You Could Take It Off) is a genius title/rif on the Taylor Swift lyric ;). (Tudors, Robert Dudley/Elizabeth I and for some reason it contains knife kink)

[klm-zoflorr]

H7 Scarlet Pearl?

🎵Red eyes from the very first day🎶

🎶There's fire in her eyes🎵

🎵There's red blood on her hands🎶

🎶There's glass shards in her hearts🎵

🎵White dogs to the very last day🎶

(Repeat!)

Scarlet pearl!

(chime)

Ask Game

[otterfrost]

bleeding and a run

CW: blood (as per title) guns, hospital whump, being really high on morphine in said hospital, slavery mention, asassination mention, ecoli mention, mild swearing,

Tatiana

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Several people were at my door, a girl with olive skin and a very tall redhead girl that I had to look straight up to meet the eyes of, and she carried a passed out, bleeding-in-many-places Cami in her arms. Cami was almost dwarfed in comparison to this girl. Almost. Cami was about a foot shorter.

My mother and I let them inside, then conversed for a minute in Portuguese to figure out what we’d do, when my mother recognized something about the tall one.

“Wait- are you Night- Claire Malkom’s kid?”

“How do you know her name?” the redhead asked. Her voice had lowered by about an octave.

“You’re little Magdalena? Oh my God, last time I saw you you were so little!”

“I- don’t know you,”

She backed away.

Cami’s eyes slowly blinked open, and she mumbled, “Cuz, where are we?”

“That’s Airi- Ariana’s kid?” Lara said.

Magdalena nodded.

The ambulance arrived, and Lara said, “I’ll call Ariana, okay Magdalena?”

“Okay,” she replied.

Magdalena and the other girl took Cami to the ambulance and didn’t return.

Lara took out her phone and called someone, speaking very rapidly in French. I didn’t speak French, so I didn’t get much out of it, but when she hung up, she said, “We’re going to the hospital,”

We went out to the car, and my mom drove us there, then parked and hugged a tall red-headed woman wearing a knitted sweater and sweatpants. Not ideal for August.

My mother introduced us, and Ariana smiled at me. She seemed ancient, though she looked about thirty. My mom’s age.

A man with dark hair and pale skin, holding the hand of a girl with white hair, extremely pale skin and a red and white cane in her other hand approached us and gasped, “Any update, mom?”

Ariana nodded and said, “She’s in the ICU right now, awaiting surgery,”

She hugged him and said, “Don’t you worry Jon- Xoya, she’ll make it,”

We entered the hospital, and a few hours later, Ariana was told she could go to her daughter’s room now.

We went to Cami’s room, and she lay in the bed, an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose. 

In and out, in and out.

Her wrists had IVs in it, with blood in one, some fluid in another. She had patches on her eyebrow, a bandage peeked out from under the light blue hospital gown. Her hair and the blood were the only colors in the room.

Her eyes blinked open, and I saw liquid gold for a moment, then her eyes dimmed and she went limp again, her arm angled oddly to the point it would be stiff when she woke up.

Ariana moved her arm back to a comfortable position, and she rolled to the side and mumbled, “Mommy, where am I?”

Ariana kneeled close to her and whispered, “Hospital,”

“Really? Did I get ‘im?”

“Get who?”

“Hunter,” she mumbled, “Did he finally realize he needed to leave me alone?”

“I’m sorry, Cams, no,”

She didn’t notice, and squinted up at the ceiling.

“Polaris’s really bright tonight,” she mumbled.

“Cams, we’re inside,”

“Oh, really? Cool,”

—

Cami didn’t come to school for the next week, then returned in a wheelchair. She had bandages on her leg, and she looked terrified of Mr. Simmons now. I couldn’t see why, he was strict, but he was kind and gave us an extension for her not being there.

Not being at school didn’t stop her from working.

She wheeled next to me and leaned on my shoulder, then said in her forever quiet voice, “So, how’s the project going?”

“I have a bunch of photos and info now,”

“Yay!” She sounded slightly louder here.

She hugged me and said, “So, do you think Ms. Delano will be fine with me missing a week of rehearsals and showing up in a wheelchair?”

“Yeah, she’s pretty nice about things like that,”

“Thank god, last teacher I had got mad at me when I was hospitalized with E. coli O157:H7,”

“What?”

“E. coli on steroids,”

“Yikes. My mom told me about an E. coli outbreak when she was eight that killed some of her friends,”

“Damn,”

“Yeah, my mom said there wasn’t much access to hospitals at the time,”

We went back to work and I realized, I had no idea where my mother grew up or lived before here. Just that she grew up in a communidade, or favela if said by the upper class people. The places where the descendants of former slaves ended up because the government failed to provide for them.

I texted her about it when I got out of Mr. Simmons’ class, and she said about an hour and a half later, an entire other class passing, ‘It's a complicated story, one I’ll tell you someday.’

Someday. A nice promise, although non-definitive.

After Chem was over, I went to lunch, and Moon brought her friend Marina over. We tolerated Marina, not some of Moon’s other friends who’d annoyed all of us, and certainly not Kira, who enjoyed spouting slurs and getting scolded by everyone else about it.

Even Moon barely tolerated her.

Kira decided to come over. She had dyed snow-white hair to match her white ears and tail, and at the time, she wore all dark colors, an odd contrast.

She slammed her hands in front of Cami and hissed at her, and Cami ignored her. 

“I’m talking to you,” Kira snapped.

Cami looked up with a bored expression and said, “Could’ve sworn you weren’t talking,”

Kira’s left ear twitched and her lip curled into an animalistic snarl.

“Shut up!” She snapped.

“You’ve done most of the talking,” Cami remarked.

Kira’s hair and tail bristled, and Cami looked up at her for a moment, and I saw a golden glow for a split second.

Kira opened and closed her mouth, then hissed, “How dare you?”

“How dare I what?” Cami asked, her tone just as gentle as when she started talking.

“You know what I mean!”

“I really don’t,”

Kira snarled louder and called her an awful word. 

Cami’s expression hardened, and she snapped, “You’re lucky I can’t stand right now,”

I heard rain above, even though the weather could normally be seen for miles, and there was no trace this morning. Lightning struck right outside the school, and I jumped when I saw the burning almost-white light hit a tree. Murmurs of worry echoed through the cafeteria, and at our table, all but Cami looked spooked. Cami, instead, looked exhausted and tilted to the side with the next lightning strike. She stayed upright because of the wheelchair’s seatbelt, but we weren’t sure what to do. As the storm continued, her breathing slowed, and eventually, just as quickly as it began, it ended, and she opened her eyes and gasped for breath, almost choking.

Almost, thankfully. She was fine after a moment, just- off. She didn’t know what was going on until we filled her in.

Then she wheeled away, took out her phone and texted for a moment, then returned.

The bell rang, and I tried to ask her what happened, and she blew me off and said, “It’s nothing, I have… narcolepsy,”

Liar.

But I didn’t press.

I didn’t change how I spoke to her, either, it was her business, not mine.

When class went out for the day, she went straight to the theater after giving me a hug, and I went to the bus.

Cami

----

“So, what happened?” Addy asked.

“I got shot six times,” I replied.

“Oh.”

I wheeled myself to the edge of the stage, tried my hardest to hop up, only for pain to shoot through my arm, and I fell back down.

I got back in the chair and wheeled the long way, through the back. Thankfully, there was another way, through the chorus room.

I had to be careful wheeling down the ramp in the room and wheeled backstage.

Eli was doing the first scene. The play we were doing was an old classic from back during the first Civil Rights movement, a love story suggesting that shifters get equal rights as well. Most involved in the movement agreed, but the humans in charge at the time sucked and said no. The vice president at the time was actually assassinated by a member of congress for pushing for a shifter rights bill in 1968. So we waited for twenty years for the second movement, and that one, humans finally relented and now the kenomi and dragon-folk had rights. The dragon-folk often lived in the packs, however, and often didn’t care. Olivia was one of the non-traditional dragon-folk, both physically, as a more unique thing that couldn’t fly, and mentally, she had a dream, and she longed to make sure that no one would ever forget it. She wanted to make it safe for all of us to return as ourselves. 

Eli shifted as the script said and a voiceover would allow them to speak on the show night. Many shifters couldn’t speak in our animal forms. I wasn’t one of them who couldn’t, I just didn’t enjoy doing so, it felt weird.

When they got off the scene, they high-fived me and said, “How’d I do, Critura?”

“Great!”

I looked at my book as I wheeled onto the scene, in the middle of the other’s monologue as the book told me. Seeing my wheelchair, it threw my scene partner, Sebby, off a bit, but he quickly stopped his surprise and continued the scene. I got to tell his character off for being an ass, as I’d adopted Eli’s character, Jenny.

It was really fun.

He stood there, character dumbfounded for a moment, and we exited in opposite directions. Me, stage right, him, stage left. 

I didn’t have to go back on ‘til scene four, an ensemble scene in which people were gossiping while I told Eli’s character to go straight to the press about the mistreatment at work. 

Eventually came four o clock, and we all had to go, and I wheeled out when Xoya called me. They and their girlfriend, Winter, were in Xoya’s SUV, and Winter looked in my general direction, smiled, and greeted me when I got in the car.

We didn’t talk much of the drive, though I wanted to tell them everything that had transpired.

Don’t worry, Cams. Xoya’s mental voice touched my mental form. 

“Don’t do that,” I said, “Its weird,”

“Well, if you bothered with the exercises I gave you, I wouldn’t be able to,”

I threw up a wall of my magic internally, solid rain dust, almost like what littered the ground after that storm I’d accidentally caused. That beautiful dust didn’t always come, but when it did, you could tell exactly where I exploded.

Xoya dropped me off at the gravel path, then started their journey back to theirs and Winter’s shared apartment. I walked up, then got inside and went into my room, and lay back on my black and navy-blue bed, the only orderly part of my paint splattered walls. All had meaning, yet to most, it looked eccentric.

My closet was black, the color black helped me to calm down. Unfortunately, I didn’t have my calming, black leather jacket anymore because of the amount of times I was shot in the torso the week before. My ceiling was navy blue. The color for sleep.

I’d go over the rest, but I wouldn’t have the energy to write all that, so just imagine an abstract painting of all colors. And I do mean all of them. Every color I knew.

I peeled off my shirt and traced the old scars that ran down my torso to my thigh. The long gone pain that made me feel as I made my former friend feel.

I missed Hunter. I wondered if Marina missed me, if Hunter told her. I wasn’t about to ask, on the chance she got scared and stayed away.

I pulled myself onto my bed and shifted. I got off and walked out the room, and I walked through the woods. I was strong in this form, and I needed to stretch my legs.

—

I lay down on an angled log and ate some termites and probably decimated the population while I was at it, but I couldn’t help it. It tasted like wood grilled meat, although I wasn’t sure what kind.

Someone approached me, and I looked up and saw Lyorna and Lizzie, about three hundred feet away. Lizzie was so excited and kept bouncing up and down, but I wanted to be alone.

I stood and padded away, and heard Lizzie following after me, despite Lyorna’s protests about how it was probably a bad idea to touch a wolf.

The Critura of the Snowdrift pack eventually managed to lead Lizzie away, and I decided to return the favor. I stalked them for about an hour before the wind changed, and Lyorna looked right at where I was in the shadows and giggled.

“Lena, what’s up?”

“Just thinking,”

I emerged and let Lizzie touch me, as she so clearly wanted, then I continued on my walk, laughing.

I lay in some sand and rolled around, when I tasted human on the air.

I went underwater, then rolled until my dark patches were on top, careful not to let out my oxygen. I occasionally craned my neck to poke my nose out, breathe out and in, and lower it again.

Something grabbed me, and I twisted, kicked, then swam to deeper waters. My feet couldn’t touch the ground in my human form, I doubted what grabbed me could. A fish passed by, and I resisted the temptation to eat it as I kicked to stay above water.

On the opposite shore, I saw several people, but I have pretty bad vision. But I recognized the scent of them and swam towards them.

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