#x1 fanfiction

[seokgyuu]

A Boy Scout’s Secret (I)

→ genre: smut

→ pairing: Yohan x Fem!Reader

→ synopsis: being a girl scout unit’s leader you find yourself at a monthly meeting of all the scout’s in your area. of course the rivaling boy scouts of your unit can’t be missing from this event - and with that their arrogant vice leader kim yohan. how good that no one knows you are totally into him…. right?

→ warnings: softdom!yohan, dirty talk, degradation, praising, use of the word “noona”, fingering, handjobs, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mammary intercourse

→ word count: 3.8k

A/N: I am sorry, I promise Challenge Me is not dead, I just needed to get this out my system okay!!! Give it some love <3

“You know we are supposed to hate them, right?”

The voice of your best friend made you snap out of your stare, instead now looking over at her.

“What?” You blinked rapidly at her, your cheeks heating up already. Her eyebrows shot up as she chuckled, her head shaking from side to side.

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. You were staring at Yohan. Again.”

Yes. Yes, you were. And you knew you shouldn’t. Biting down on your lip, you tugged a strand of hair behind your ear. There was no way of denying it, she had caught you red handed and she had done so many times before. But what were you supposed to do? He was so freaking hot in the uniform his boy scout unit had chosen all those years ago and today, with his broad shoulders and the perfect body proportions he just looked even better in it. It didn’t matter that your unit and theirs were rivals and hated each other – you still had eyes and a stupid heart that had been betraying you for years now.

“Well, can you blame me?” You finally sighed, nodding your head slightly in Yohan’s direction, “He just looks so good, how can I not stare?”

Jean looked at you for a second, her eyes frozen in place, until she scoffed and shook her head again.

“You need to get a grip. You’re our unit leader, Y/N, you can’t have a crush on Kim Yohan of all people!”

She was right, of course she was. Yohan was the vice leader of his unit, only one above him being Daehyeon and while Dae was more or less fun to be around (he at least knew how to be civil) Yohan was an absolute pain in the ass. Even now he looked smug, knowing full well he had half the people in this room drool over him. A part of you really hated him for it but another… just really wanted to get him somewhere secluded and-

“Y/N!” Jean hissed now, snapping you out of it once again. Clearing your throat, you sat up straighter, fixing your little tie around your neck.

“Sorry. Sorry, I’m… I’m gonna get ahold of myself, alright? I only see him once every few months, I- I can get over this,” you spoke to her quietly, your eyes flying back to the boy’s table – only to be met by something you hadn’t quite expected.

 Yohan was looking right at you, his perfectly styled hair falling into his forehead, his pretty eyes sparkling in the light of the room – shit. You quickly averted your gaze again, your heart beating at triple speed. Fuck, why had he been looking at you? He almost never looked this way, if not only to act like he was better than your unit. He was arrogant like that. Right then you knew you should look away. His gaze was mesmerizing, it lured you into wanting him even more and you knew you shouldn’t. Still, once your eyes had met there was no turning back. Not as long as he stayed like this, his pretty brown eyes sparkling so beautifully in the light of the room, focused on nothing but you. Your skin began to tingle, your mouth slightly dropping, not sure what to say, what to do. Somehow it felt like time had stopped, like nothing around you mattered anymore simply because this one man who was nothing but an arrogant asshole to you most of the time had decided to look your way. Maybe, you thought, all the tension you had thought you had imagined over the years wasn’t that much of a fantasy after all. Maybe, Kim Yohan actually felt the same way. It made you wonder, the way he looked at you right now, if he had laid in bed at night thinking about you. If he had moaned your name as he touched himself, if he had wondered what you taste like. All these things happened to you regularly. Mostly when the scouts of the era had a meeting every two to three months in one of the nicer hotels in Busan, did he not leave your mind for weeks after. It felt like a curse, the Kim Yohan curse that would haunt you whenever it felt like it.

“Y/N!” Jean hissed again and you turned your head to look at her, only realizing now hot your face was. She shook her head at you, her eyes judging, and you dropped your eyes to look at the table, not even sure what was going on at the event itself anymore. Some higher ups were holding speeches, one of them being the girl’s scout president of your area and when you dared to look up at the stage, you saw that she was shaking hands with the president of Yohan’s area. At least here they pretended to get along. You almost chuckled, leaning back in your chair and crossing your legs, trying to get rid of the thought of Yohan’s eyes on you.

 What came after was a small banquet, just some food and drinks, followed by some dancing. It could have been fancy if only you weren’t all wearing your scouting uniforms. You ate your food while silently listening to your fellow girls talking about school or work, about their boyfriends, girlfriends and partners, all while being painfully aware of how single you were. Single and somehow desperately hung up on an arrogant man who, if anything, probably only wanted to screw you and then leave. And while some part of you wanted to make you believe that you would be okay with just that, you knew full well that that was a lie. You weren’t exactly the type of person to just fuck and chuck, you were more the feelings kind of girl and while you respected everyone’s choices… this just wasn’t for you. Or at least you thought so.

Because when, after dinner, you went and got up to go to the bathroom, you were approached by none other than Yohan himself, you kind of let that principle fly out the window. His long legs brought him over to you, standing in the entrance way of the hall, people scattered around, talking and laughing. But his eyes were only on you and yours only on him. His face was determined, and you swallowed down whatever had formed in your throat, feeling your stomach drop when he stopped in front of you. He didn’t touch you, nor did he say anything like a greeting.

“Have you got your own room?”

And when you nodded, never letting him out of your sight, you knew it was already over for you.

 He had you pinned against the wall in no time. Your eyes were wide, your hands pressed against his shoulders.

“Here is the closer look you so desperately wanted, noona,” he whispered, and your heart made a strange leap. He had never used honorifics on you before. He was a brat, he wanted to show he was better than everyone – at least in the field of your hobby.

“Y-Yohan-ah, I-,” you began, but he shut you up by shaking his head. His eyes were glinting at you and still seemed darker than ever. The lump in your throat turned three sizes bigger.

“I saw you looking, Y/N noona. I saw the way your eyes took this uniform off. What did you want to do to me, hm? Or did you want me to do stuff to you more?” His lips were so close to yours, his body heat surrounding you and making you all weak in the knees. God, he smelled so good.

“I don’t- I don’t know what you mea- oh-,” You were once again interrupted by him, but this time he had his mouth hovering over your neck, his breath hitting your sensitive skin and you couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh, your eyes fluttering shut when his breath moved down, over your whole neck and up, finally hitting your cheek and lips.

“Do you want me, noona?” His voice was low and his face so close, if you only moved a little bit, you could kiss him. When your eyes opened again, he was still patiently looking down at you, his oh-so extremely attractive face so close to yours. If you wanted him? Hell, you had never wanted anyone as much as him.

“I do,” you heard yourself whisper then without even realizing it. A smirk appeared on his face as his hands wandered from next to you on the wall to your hips, gripping them harshly.

“Good girl, telling me what she wants,” he then said lowly, and your eyes widened, the words spreading straight to your core.

And then he kissed you. Finally, after all those years of pining, he finally kissed you. And, fuck, did it feel good. He was hot and passionate, his tongue finding yours soon and you knew right there that he had wanted this just as much as you had. He wasn’t going slow, he wasn’t going to make you wait any longer, instead he let his hands wander over your body, squeezing every bit of you, your hips and ass, your boobs and neck, your moans getting caught by his skillful mouth.

He began to undress you, loosening the tie around your neck, which you followed right away, loosening his as well, while you were still kissing. You found yourself starting to walk as you undressed each other, towards the bed. How happy you felt that you had decided to take a room alone after all and not share with Jean. Yohan unbuttoned your shirt, slipping it off your shoulders a moment later, lips and hands on your cleavage right then, sucking hard on your sensitive skin. You grabbed his hair, moaning when you felt his tongue press against your hard nipple, only the thin layer of lace between him and your bud, his left hand now moving back to open your bra. Once it landed on the floor, Yohan was all over you, hands massaging, squeezing, thumb pressing down on your nipple, your eyes closing as you moaned loudly, hands now in his hair, pressing him closer against your body.

“So fucking hot,” he breathed against you, before looking up – his eyes so dark, his plump lips wet and swollen, his cheeks red. He looked unreal.

Yohan moved up again, kissing you on the lips, your hands wandering down to get rid of his tie and shirt, parting from him only to let your eyes wander over his body, his broad shoulders and the muscular chest, the abs you knew he worked hard to keep. God, he was so attractive. So perfect. You bit your lip and looked up at him, almost rolling your eyes when you saw the smug smirk on his lips.

“Like what you see?” He asked, tilting his head and you scoffed, before pushing him down on the bed, catching him by surprise. His eyebrows rose as he watched you straddle him, your arms tangling around his neck, lips back to devouring his.

“So eager,” he chuckled against you, hands now on your back, the kiss soon back to passionate and desperate at the same time. You both were quick to move, his fingers opening your pants and yours doing the same – just that when he had succeeded, he was suddenly right there, two fingers sliding through your lips, making you gasp.

“Shit, baby, you’re so wet for me already. Tell me, have you been this wet ever since you saw me this morning?” Yohan grinned, fingers steadily wetting themselves in your juices before letting one slide into you, a gasp escaping you as you lifted your hips, head falling back.

“Sh-shut up,” you could just sight as you began to move your hips in the rhythm of his hand, your hands on his shoulders now. Instead of giving you a cheeky answer, he kissed your neck, sucking at the skin again sure to leave a mark. Right now, you didn’t care one bit. In fact, you would have loved to have marks of his all over your body. To remember that this had really happened.

When he added a second finger, you moaned once more, deeper this time and you quickly moved to open his pants fully too, hand slipping into them to stroke his already hard cock. You felt a wet spot at the front, your walls clenching around his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re tight, baby. Do you want my cock that bad, hm?”

Oh god, never in a million years would you have thought to like someone talking this dirty to you, but right now… you could only nod, kissing him as you began jerking him off, his breath hitching as he kissed you back, free hand in your hair, tugging on it slightly.

“Don’t think I can wait that much longer, noona,” he groaned, your thumb now pressing down on his tip, his head falling back as he let out the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.

“Fuck me then, Yohan-ah. Fuck me hard,” your eyes were determined, just as he had been earlier when he approached you, and Yohan twitched in your hand, your words obviously showing effect. He moved his head forward again, eyes narrow and full of lust – and then he turned you two around, you now on your back as he dragged down your pants and soaked panties, his own clothes following, leaving him naked in front of you. You had felt that he was big but seeing it in full bloom… you swallowed as you looked from his big cock to his face, his red, wild face that was still showing clear signs of arrogance.

“Like what you see?” He asked again and you rolled your eyes, spreading your legs wider for him.

“Less asking stupid questions, more fucking,” you said, and Yohan’s eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite pinpoint. But then, when suddenly his hands were on your thighs, pulling you closer to him harshly, you knew.

“I call the shots, noona. Got it?” Holy fuck. He caught you by surprise and yet you had never been hornier in your life than right there, when he finally sunk into you, his cock stretching you out perfectly – much better than any imagination. You arched your back as you let out a long deep moan, hands grabbing the sheets underneath you.

“Yeah, that’s right. Take it like the little slut you are,” he breathed as he began to move, his thrusts hard and quick from the get-go.

“F-fuck!” you exhaled as he pulled you even closer, your legs now held up by him, your eyes shut, mouth hanging wide open as your whole body shook. He made your world spin, he made your pussy scream, his cock so perfectly fitting into you, his moves somehow perfectly calculated, finding your sweet spot right away. Yohan stared down at you, admiring the way you looked, his eyes glued to your boobs at some point, licking his lips as he fucked harder into you.

“Could look at you forever, you’re so fucking sexy, noona”, he was trying to kill you, or at least that’s what it felt like. Especially when suddenly, you felt his thumb on your clit, felt the way he let a dollop of spit fall onto your pussy, his thumb gathering his spit to rub your sensitive bud.

“Y-Yohan-ah, ngh, don’t stop!” You could already feel it, feel the orgasm wanting to crash down on you harder than any orgasm had ever done before. Yohan smirked as he continued his spiel, still kneeling in front of you, cock buried so deep inside your pussy you were sure you could feel it if you pressed down on your stomach. He wasn’t going to stop. He was going to make you cum as much as he could, before finally pulling out and cumming all over your perfect tits.

“Are you gonna cum for me, noona?” His voice was so dark, and goosebumps erupted all over your body.

“Will you be a good noona and cum for me? Wanna see you cum on my cock, baby.”

And he really meant his words because right after he leaned forward, speeding up, thumb aligning with his movements, your pussy clenching over and over again – until finally you were pushed over the edge, your vision going dark completely as you shut your eyes again, waves of pleasure shooting through you.

“A-ah, Y-Yohan-ah! F-fuck, I’m- I’m cumming!” you basically screamed, your back arching off the bed, fingers cramping from how hard you were squeezing the bed sheets.

“Yes, baby, show me how good I fuck you, how good I make you cum. Fucking slut.”

You felt so dizzy. So, so dizzy when you felt the last hit, when you felt all the air leave your body, going numb the next second, stars dancing in front of your eyes.

“Shit,” Yohan moaned, feeling you pulsate around him, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, eyes back on your face and soon on your tits.

“N-nonna, gonna cum on your tits, okay?” You nodded, not able to form a single word, he had, so to speak, fucked that ability right out of you and the second you had given him the go, he groaned, pulling out and jerking off, a sight you would most definitely never forget, Kim Yohan all sweaty, glistening in the darkness, hair wet against his forehead as he shot his load all over your upper body while moaning your name over and over again.

“Y-yeah, f-fuck, cu-cumming so hard on your tits, shit, n-ngh, oh-,” his cum landed on you, and you watched him in awe, your heart speeding. How could someone be this fucking hot?

 He fell onto the bed next to you, both of you out of breath, your heartbeat loud in your ears. Slowly, you looked over at him, saw the way he pushed his sweaty bangs out of his face, chest heaving.

“Shit,” he then cursed lowly, turning his head to look at you too. You felt your heart do one of it’s strange leaps again when your gazes met, when you saw his fucked out face and the infamous grin. He then did something you did not expect – he lifted his hand and placed in on your cheek, softly caressing it. Your eyes widened a bit, obvious surprise sprawled over your face and Yohan chuckled.

“What?” His eyes wandered down to your lips and back, making you swallow.

“I- I just-“, yeah, you just…what? Hadn’t expected him to be this soft after he had just fucked the life out of you? Probably. Instead of asking again, he leaned forward, pressing his lips onto yours again, no ulterior motive, just… a sweet kiss. You let your eyes fall shut and kissed him back, hesitantly letting your hand fall on top of his. He tasted so good, so sweet and somehow minty, he tasted like spring felt on its good days – warm and comfortable. It didn’t make much sense but at the same time it all fell into place.

“We should get you cleaned up,” he whispered against your lips after a moment and you nodded, letting your eyes flutter open to look into his. Your heart really did a number on you, beating even faster when you saw the way he looked at you. There was no sign of his usual arrogant self, no sign of his smug smirk. He seemed just… calm.

 You cleaned yourself up in the bathroom, coming back into the room in the bathrobe hanging next to the shower – and suddenly feeling all of the things from before fading away. Yohan was halfway to being dressed, underwear and pants back on, shirt in his hands. He was about to leave. You knew it shouldn’t hurt as much as it did, but it wasn’t like you could help it. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up at him.

“This was fun, noona. Felt good to finally get that out of our system, didn’t it?” He said, catching you by surprise. You raised your brows at him.

“What?”

“Well, you know. The massive sexual tension between us? Been going on for years now. But Daehyeon would have killed me if I touched you. Rivals and all that shit, you know how it goes. But today, damn, I don’t know if I was just extra horny, but I think it’s good we finally got to it.”

He finished buttoning up his shirt and turned around to look at you, grinning as if he had not just said the worst thing he possibly could. You watched as he grabbed his tie from the floor and moved to the mirror on the closet to tie it properly again.

“So… what does that mean?” Maybe it was naïve of you. To still wonder. Yohan stopped in his movement, head slowly turning back to you after a few seconds.

“This won’t happen again. Ever. This is a complete one-time thing, noona. Wasn’t that clear?” His face was stone and his voice completely unbothered. Again, you knew it shouldn’t hurt. And yet…

“Sure. Yeah, of course it was. I just- well, I guess I just wanted to make sure.” Oh, what a straight up lie. You felt yourself starting to get cold all over, felt your stupid self wanting to cry, tears already beginning to make their way into your eyes.

“Ah, noona, I know, I know. I get this a lot, but no matter how good I can fuck, I’m not doing anyone more than once. It’s just not my style, you know?” He finished tying his tie and looked over at you again. You, who was frozen in place, who felt like the biggest idiot on this earth. He walked over to the bed now, leaning forward, his hands on either side of your thighs. It caught you by surprise, but you were still glued to your spot, not able to move. He dampened his lips, before slowly moving to kiss you, his lips as soft as ever.

“Even though I must say…,” he began when he parted from you, eyelids fluttering open, “I am kind of sad we didn’t get you to suck me off, noona.”

That was it. You jumped up, making him almost fall to the floor.

“Get the fuck out!” You exhaled, pointing at the door.

“Wha-,”

“Get the fuck out, Kim Yohan, before I fucking text Daehyeon and tell him you just had sex with me, before I tell the whole fucking world you just fucked me, alright?!”

Yohan’s eyes were wide, scoffing as he mumbled something under his breath before finally walking to the door and leaving you alone.

 When you had showered while crying and ordered a new set of sheets from the reception and even when you laid in the freshly made bed and tried to distract yourself from Kim Yohan’s scent still all around you, you couldn’t help but already think about the next meeting in two months and how much you would give for him to just never show up again.

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[unlikelymiracleperson]

Things that give you butterflies that seungyoun does while dating

Pairing: Seungyoun x reader

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He'd peck your cheeks before engaging you in conversation. He does it whenever you two meet up. He must kiss your cheek.

On his phone, he has "my world" under your name.

He is a fashion icon. He even takes you shopping so you can match your outfits.

When it comes to fitting rooms, however, he always enjoys makeout sessions.

When you two are alone, he enjoys drinking with you and late-night swimming in his private pool, but that's not what you're in for. He flaunts his body, and you can't help but stare at his defined features and sexy tattoos.

He'd always try to grab you in the pool and wrap you around his fingers while staring at you. Before that, he might sneak in a kiss or even a playful splash of water.

Seungyoun is particularly skilled at making you stutter. Despite him being your boyfriend, you haven't gotten used to how unpredictable he is with surprises. He'd make dinner in the most seductive outfit imaginable, with his hair down, black jeans, and a few unbuttoned buttons.

This never fails to make you fall for him more, as he looks at you content with his decision to make you flustered.

Another issue is his obsession with having you on his lap. He enjoys it whenever he is gaming or even when you want to sit, he will pull you onto his lap even if there is plenty of room to sit.

Matching rings are required. He is obsessed with matching rings with you to the point where he has collections. He remembers your finger size all the time in case he is alone and decides to buy another pair. It's a sweet gesture from him.

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[chanis-banani]

Reply - Part 1

Inspired by: [Han Seungwoo] 'Reply' - M Countdown

Note: Today is the 3rd anniversary of Seungwoo's solo debut and it would be an understatement to say this album changed my life. I just had to write something for it, I couldn't contain myself...

Note 2: stop calling me a seungwoo simp

Synopsis: after a week of contemplation, Seungwoo finally brings up the courage to send you a message. As he waits anxiously for you to reply, all he can do to kill the time is reminisce about the first time met you.

Genre: fluff and very slight angst maybe? Let's just say it's the wholesome start of a slow burn romance

Pairing: Seungwoo x gn reader

Word Count: 3,4k

Contains: some swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of cigarettes (but no actual drinking or smoking)

Tic, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick-

With a frustrated grunt, Seungwoo yanks the batteries from the clock and tosses them onto the cabinet. When he tries to hang the clock back on the wall, he struggles to get the little hook on the nail. It only takes two failed attempts for him to be fed up with the stupid thing and he angrily dumps it on top of the furniture. The clock lands next to the batteries, one of which tumbles off the edge and rolls under the cabinet. Seungwoo watches as it disappears from his vision and he scoffs. Piece of shit.

He takes his phone from his pocket and checks his messages. Even though he has the volume of his notifications turned all the way up, he can’t stop himself compulsively checking his phone. There is always a slight chance the sound just didn’t come through, right? Maybe you messaged him and his phone is just lagging. He can’t risk missing anything. But despite his hopeful delusion, there is still nothing.

First he puts his phone back in his pocket, but he immediately changes his mind and places it on the dinner table instead, making sure the screen faces up so he can see everything that comes in. A deep sigh escapes him as he stares at his phone for a while. He is too restless to bring himself to sit down. All he can do is stand there and pace around the room. Once again, he sighs and goes into the kitchen to grab himself a glass of water. When he returns to the dinner table, he sets the glass on one of the coasters to check his notifications again.

It had only been about a week since he met you, but it felt like more like a month. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way you smiled and the way you talked… The way you made those snarky comments at him when he approached you. It hadn’t been the most fairytale-like encounter. And yet, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, no matter how hard he tried.

With another sigh, Seungwoo puts his phone on the table again and he leans back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. He wanted nothing more than to talk to you, hear your voice again, and observe that little twinkle in your eyes when you talked to him.

It was impossible for him to forget how stunning you looked last Saturday. Your clothes were very neat and complimented your body well, which contrasted with your slightly messy hair. This contradiction intrigued him. He needed to get to know you better, wanted to explore what other interesting contrasts he might encounter. Perhaps it was specifically the difference between you and him that captivated him the most. You were exhilarating to him.

Seungwoo jumps up when his phone suddenly rings and he answers it without hesitation. “Hello?” he says, voice shaking a little bit. “Hyung!”, he hears from the other side of the line, “Did-” Without letting Sejun finish his sentence, Seungwoo hangs up on him. Idiot. How could he have been so stupid to call right now? He knew that Seungwoo was waiting for your call. What if you had finally reached out right when Sejun was hogging the line?!

Seungwoo sits back down and rests his elbows on the table, burying his face in his hands with a desperate little cry. “What am I doing…” he murmurs into his hands. All he wants is to hear your voice again. He keeps reminiscing about the evening he met you. 

That evening, he entered the venue with Sejun at 8 pm. Seungwoo offered to get drinks for both of them, so he made his way through the crowd, towards the bar on the other side of the large space. While he waited for the bartender to fix his drinks, he felt someone bump into him. It’s when he turned around to look, that he laid his eyes on you for the very first time. 

“Sorry!” you said quickly, officially marking that as the first word that was ever exchanged between the two of you. “That’s okay,” he replied with a smile, “It’s pretty crowded here, so accidents can happen.” Seungwoo had to try his best not to smile too widely at you. Right away he found you incredibly attractive. Your voice sounded lovely. He wanted to hear it again.

“I like your tattoo,” you said, and Seungwoo could swear that his heart made a little jump in his chest. He was wearing his shirt with its sleeves rolled up, so the colorful tattoo on his arm was clearly exposed. You had been observing him just as closely as he had observed you and this notion gave him goosebumps. 

“Thank you! I have a few more.” Was it weird for him to say this? He immediately felt embarrassed and at the same time he wished he had worn his shirt just a little more unbuttoned so the tattoo on his chest could have been exposed to  you. Luckily, you smiled at him, so he probably hadn’t weirded you out too much.

He wondered what to tell you next, trying his best to think of something to keep your attention. But his brain wasn’t working properly anymore. All he could think about was how intrigued he was by you. He involuntarily tried to imagine what kind of person you were and what kind of things you would like. And before he got the chance to open his mouth again, his drinks were ready and Sejun called him impatiently from across the room.

Every person who tried to speak to Seungwoo that evening was in for a disappointment. When they tried to approach him, there was a chance he didn’t even notice them at all. Even when he tried to engage in a conversation, he couldn’t stop his gaze from drifting back to your figure.

At one point during the evening, he had lost sight of you. His eyes looked for you anxiously, but you were nowhere to be seen. He panicked. There was no way he could possibly let you go like that. He started to move through the crowd, pressing himself through the clusters of people. 

At least fifteen minutes were spent searching for you, until he found you outside, away from the crowd, with your phone up to your ear. You ended the conversation just when Seungwoo stepped through the venue door, into the fresh air. He needed to know who you had been calling with. What if you already had a partner? The thought alone was enough to make him nauseous.

He stood there for a while, unsure of what to do next. Your mind was clearly elsewhere since you hadn’t noticed him yet. With his head tilted slightly in curiosity, he observed how you stared absentmindedly into the distance while playing with your phone. But the silent moment of appreciation was ruined when Seungwoo suddenly had to sneeze. You looked his way and he looked at you, completely terrified. Thank god it was dark outside so you weren’t able to see his expression very clearly.

Fuck, now things became weird. He had to act quickly, otherwise you would think he was some kind of weirdo. Even if there might have been some truth to that, he obviously didn’t want you to feel that way about him.

Before he could even make up his mind on what he could possibly do to make this situation seem normal, you opened your mouth and spoke to him with a snarky, yet enchanting tone. “You should wear a jacket if you’re going to be outside,” you said. God, maybe he was in love.

“Oh? Uhh, yeah,” he replied awkwardly. Nice, Seungwoo. Real smooth. This was definitely the way to win somebody’s heart. “I’m uhh- It’s not that cold?” God with every word he uttered, he just managed to mess up even more.

You snickered at him and looked at your phone again. Somehow this made Seungwoo feel at ease. You didn’t seem uncomfortable about him. Even if he made an absolute fool of himself just now, it seemed like you didn’t really mind having him around. He straightened his clothes a bit and ruffled his fingers through his hair while you didn’t look. Then he cleared his throat and took a careful step in your direction.

“Actually,” he began somewhat more confidently now, “I could use a little breeze. It’s quite stuffy in there.” Without looking up, you just replied with a little “Mhmm.” While doing his best to hide his timidness, he took another step in your direction and said “Is it okay if I sit here? I could also find someplace else, if you-” “Oh, sure, it’s fine!”

He blinked a few times when you interrupted him with such a sweet tone. You had put your phone away completely and looked straight at him. The eye contact made him feel like his blood was rushing through his veins at twice its regular speed. The dizziness that ensued made him feel almost relieved, because it meant he wasn’t really lying to you anymore. At this point, he really could use some fresh air.

He sat down next to you on the curb, making sure to keep a good 6 ft distance between the two of you so as to not make you uncomfortable. You were still looking at him with those eyes and it nearly drove him insane. “So, do you smoke?” you asked him. He shook his head, and you grinned. “Me neither.”

The conversation went silent. For a minute, all you and Seungwoo could hear was the sound of passing cars in the distance and the buzzing voices of the people inside. He wondered why you would ask him such a question if you didn’t smoke either. Could it be that you were lying? Did he just fail a test? What if you didn’t want to date anyone who didn’t smoke? He felt nauseous again.

The breeze really was quite cold and Seungwoo’s blouse didn’t do much to protect him from it. The tip of his nose and his ears became red and he shivered, but it didn’t matter to him. In fact, he was barely aware of the cold at all. Being so near to you made him feel almost feverish inside. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and his cheeks felt hot. Even if he had lost almost all feeling in his fingers, the rest of his body was simply buzzing with life. 

His breath created a tiny cloud in the air, drawing your attention to his shivering figure. “You’re cold!” you laughed at him. Your breath formed a little cloud as well and Seungwoo watched how the little clouds drifted in the same direction for a second, until he snapped back to reality. “I’m really not that cold,” he sputtered, “I just tend to shiver when I’m feeling dizzy.”

“So you’re still feeling dizzy?” you asked. Your voice didn’t sound exactly concerned, but not like you were mocking him either. Seungwoo couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He sure was dizzy now, slowly going crazy from the way your eyes were scanning him. There was something about your look that gave him the feeling this was more than a casual conversation. It felt like he was being inspected, your eyes studying every detail of him and your mind interpreting what you saw. He could tell you were on your guard around him. Not in a defensive way, but much like a researcher would be on their guard around the subject they’re researching. As if he were some kind of experiment and you were waiting to see what he might do next.

“I bet you would feel less dizzy if you wore a jacket,” you continued with a little grin. Seungwoo observed you closely, noticing something like a little twinkle in your eyes. He wondered if you always had that twinkle when you talked to people.

“I was too dizzy to grab my jacket,” he replied with a little scoff, “I just wanted to go outside quickly. And you should know that I’m already beginning to feel better.” He fully expected you to say it was nice that he felt better, but you just scoffed right back at him: “Pfft, if you say so…”

Before he could come to his defense again - even though you were completely right - you already bombarded him with the next question: “So who do you know at this party?” “Oh, I just know Sejun,” Seungwoo replied, “Sejun and I are close, so when he got invited to this party, he asked me to join him.”

“Ahh, I’m here because of Sejun too! We aren’t close at all though. He just invited my friend and told her she could bring more people. So really, I don’t even know Sejun at all."

"I see. The party must be quite boring for you then, if you only know your friend. Is that why you'd rather sit here and call your boyfriend?" The words had left Seungwoo's mouth before he fully realized what he was saying. And now that he said it, he wished he would never be able to speak again. 

You raised an eyebrow at him and turned your body a little to face him better. Seungwoo's heart was beating like crazy in his chest. It felt like minutes of silence were passing by while he anxiously awaited your response. He knew he fucked up.

“You are so obvious,” you said eventually. Your voice was low and almost a little threatening. Seungwoo gulped. “We met like seconds ago and you’re already trying to figure out whether I have a partner or not.” For a second it was silent again. ‘Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it,’ Seungwoo thought to himself, trying to suppress the impulse. But he couldn’t possibly contain himself. He just had to know, so he asked: “Well do you?”

He felt like he was about to faint.

Clearly you were a little perplexed by his bluntness, but that didn’t stop you from responding immediately with “That is none of your business. Besides, I don’t find this party boring at all.” You showed him a little smile, but Seungwoo couldn’t make out whether you genuinely enjoyed this moment with him or not. He had to find a distraction, quickly. He needed to come up with something interesting before you felt scared off. This conversation was getting worse by the second and he knew that he only had one last chance to save it.

“I don’t think this party is boring either, now that I found someone so interesting to talk to,” he said. And he regretted it immediately. This was the nail in the coffin. It was over. He could nearly feel his heart breaking in his chest. But to his surprise, you laughed.

“You’re a little pathetic, aren’t you?” you asked him. The tone of your voice was playful and warm. Even though what you said was quite sour, the sweetness with which you said it was like music to his ears. 

“You say it’s pathetic, but I would call it being an open book. Pretending I don’t like you won’t get me anywhere.”

You analyzed him for a second, your gaze feeling almost like some kind of interrogation to him. “Perhaps,” you replied, “but it would benefit you to be a little more subtle about it.”

Seungwoo wondered what it would be like to kiss you. He tried to distract himself, tried to think of something to say again, but the two of you were suddenly interrupted by a voice: “You’re still here? Come on, we have work tomorrow, we should go home!” Seungwoo turned around to see who was calling you, but the person had already gone back inside again. When he turned back to you, you already stood up from the curb and brushed off your clothes. “Well,” you said, “that was my friend. You heard them. It’s time for me to leave.”

He clumsily stood up as well and by the time he got on his feet, you had already made your way over to the door to go back inside the venue. His heart nearly dropped upon the sight of your departure, but to his delight, you turned around to him and he got to hear your beautiful voice one more time.

“Since you seem so desperate to know about this; no, I do not have a partner. Goodnight.” And with that, you disappeared from his sight.

Seungwoo stood there for several minutes, out in the cold, completely dazed.  He had managed to blow every single aspect of this encounter and yet, you almost seemed to be into it. Even when thinking about it now, he can feel the ache in his heart again. He never even got to learn your name.

After you left the party and the absurdity of the conversation slowly sinked in, the first thing Seungwoo did was search for Sejun. He needed to have your number immediately. After struggling to explain who he was talking about, he finally managed to get Sejun to ask your friend for your number. The next day, Seungwoo received a text from Sejun which included your contact information. Since neither of them knew your name, and it didn’t occur to Sejun to ask your friend about it, Seungwoo simply saved you in his contacts as ‘sour candy’. He figured it was a suitable nickname for now.

It took him ages to figure out what he should send. He spent days writing, deleting and rewriting drafts in the notes app on his phone, in a hopeless attempt to create the most perfect message known to mankind. And after days of contemplating, he finally found the courage to send this work of art to you earlier this morning.

Now all you have to do is reply.

Seungwoo stands up from his chair and walks over to the cabinet to grab the battery that rolled underneath it earlier. While feeling around for the battery, he feels something else and pulls it from under the furniture. He holds it in front of him and twists the object between his fingers while observing it closely. Between his fingers, he is holding two little magnets, stuck tightly together.

Just when he’s wondering when and how those magnets ended up there, he is startled by the loud ringtone of his phone, coming from the dinner table. This time, he doesn’t rush to pick it up. Instead, he walks over to the table rather slowly and he first looks at who's calling him. His knees just about turn to mush when he sees ‘sour candy’ displayed on his screen. Quickly, he sits down, takes a deep breath and answers the phone.

“Hello?”

“Yes, hello. You’re that guy from the party last Saturday? With the nice tattoo? You messaged me?”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

Seungwoo’s hands are trembling. He can’t believe it. He is finally talking to you again. While holding the phone to his ear with his right hand, he still has the two little magnets between the fingers of his left hand, fidgeting with them nervously. The other side of the line is silent for a little moment, before he gets to hear your lovely voice again:

“We can go to a cafe. Tomorrow.”

Internally, Seungwoo is screaming.

“Yeah-... I would love that! At what time should we meet?”

“1 pm, the cafe you messaged me about. And it’s not a date. See you tomorrow.”

Before he gets the chance to say goodbye and I love you, you already hang up on him. He is fully aware you told him it wouldn’t be a date, but he isn’t even remotely bothered by it. The excitement rushing through his body is enough to distract him for now. Just because this won’t be a date according to you, doesn’t mean he can’t take you on a real date in the future.

Seungwoo observes the small magnets in his left hand again and feels the urge to press a little kiss on them. After taking a brief moment to calm himself down, he runs to his closet to gather an outfit for tomorrow. This too, happens with lots of contemplation in order to present himself in the best possible way. When he’s finally satisfied, he places the clothes on a chair and slips the little magnets in one of the pockets. For good luck.

To be continued...

#yes i will continue this story some day #yes it's going to take a very long time #yes it's going to be an absolutely huge project #no i am not okay thank you for asking #also HE'S NOT MY ULT I SWEAR #I am NOT a Seungwoo simp #han seungwoo #seungwoo #victon seungwoo #han seungwoo fluff #seungwoo fluff #han seungwoo fanfiction #seungwoo fanfiction #han seungwoo scenario #seungwoo scenario #kpop fanfiction #kpop fluff #kpop scenarios #victon fluff #x1 fluff #han seungwoo anniversary #seungwoo anniversary

[stormxpadme]

Not me, doing the chapter cover for the Tuesday update and getting stupidly excited once more.

#x men #everything after x2 didn't happen sue me #x men original timeline movies #fanfiction #this is why i love this series part so much #something to be excited about in every single damn chapter #behold the entrance of the queen coming up #waiting for the first hate anons about the faceclaim tho lol #silently points at tags #bc you know nothing except for x1 and x2 exists in this verse #meaning the alternative timeline can fuck off with their emma :-) #and we don't acknowledge wolverine origins in this house either #save for taylor kitsch #there are ok faceclaims in the movies not part of this verse #and there are the ones who make such zero sense #that i don't even want their damn faces in this

[colorfuleclipse]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 + 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘦

genre; smut

word count ; almost 400

warnings ; hair pulling kink duh, mention of minhee with ugly green hair LMAO, indication of minhee with a praise kink, mention of drugs (as an analogy)

if there was one thing about minhee that always remained the same it was his hair. though not the color, not the style, not even the length; it was the way it felt in your hands.

no matter when or where or how hard or how lightly you pulled on his hair it was always the same soft feeling, the type of feeling that made you weak in the knees and made him let out a shaky breath.

it always tempted you, the way it frames his face so perfectly that you can’t help but stare. from short and black to long and blonde to honey brown to muted pink; it never looked bad, hell he could probably dye it the ugliest green you’ve ever seen and still manage to pull it off.

he wouldn’t admit it out loud but he loves the feeling of your fingertips against his scalp, whether it’s brushing it out of his face or mindlessly braiding it; but he always has one goal when it comes to your hands in his hair.

since the first time you tugged on his hair during sex he aims for your hands to find their way to his head every time you get intimate. it fuels him to do more, like a silent praise that motivates him to make you feel good.

tug on his hair while his head is between your legs and he’ll lean in closer like he’s suddenly starving, pull on it when you’re making out and he’s slipping his tongue into your mouth without giving you a moment to breathe, or when he’s inside you? good luck walking tomorrow.

like a drug he dives in deeper every time he feels that pull on his head, the feeling haunting him during even the most mundane tasks such as washing his hair or moving it out of his way. suddenly he’s plagued by the craving for your touch, like going through withdrawal he can’t stand being away from it for too long. 

running your hands through minhee’s hair is like digging your own grave and when he tries to get you to pull at his hair in pleasure; rest assured he’ll get what he wants. 

#minhee smut #kang minhee #minhee x reader #minhee #cravity smut #cravity x reader #cravity #kang minhee x reader #kang minhee smut #minhee fanfiction #x1 x reader #x1 smut #x1 minhee #cravity minhee #cravity fancfiction #🌊

[landoom]

That's it! @formulaonekinkmeme F1Flufftober has ended!

And I managed to create something for the 31 prompts and post everything in time! I can't believe it!

I've also managed to meet my side goal : writing new-to-me pairing!

AO3 Series with all my works

Some statistics :

Words written (outside of graphics) : 17.345

Types of works : 

Fanfiction : 27

Graphic fiction : 3

Art : 1

Pairings and number of fics about them :

Carlos/Lando x7

Charles/Max x4

Lando/Oscar x4

Daniel/Lando x3

George/Max x2 new

Daniel/Max x2 new

George/Marc x2 new

Oscar/Pato x1 new

Daniel/Oscar x1 new

Logan/Oscar x1 new

Carlos/Marc x1 new

Carlos/Charles x1 new

Mitch/Oscar x1 new

Daniel/George x1 new

#f1 #formula 1 #lando norris #mctwinks #daniel ricciardo #mclaren #carlos sainz #f1 rpf #motogp #carlos sainz jr #charles leclerc #lestappen #max verstappen #oscar piastri #landoscar #loscar #gax #danorge #george russell #marc marquez #pato o'ward #pato oward #pato o ward #mitch evans #formula e #formula 1 rpf #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 art

[stellar-space-galaxy]

I think the idea of "evil Zero" is a seriously underutilized concept in Mega Man X fanfiction. Having Zero as a villain would add to his dynamic with X, as it puts X and Zero on opposite sides.

There's just something special about using it in Mega Man X fanfiction that you don't get in Mega Man Classic fanfiction, because Mega Man's entire dynamic with Zero is just Mega Man thinking "Oh hey, it's another of Wily's Robot Masters- WHY IS HE SO STRONG?!" And that's just assuming there even is a dynamic between them. For all we know, Mega Man and Zero could've never fought each other.

X, meanwhile, knows Zero very well. The two have been side by side ever since X1. Zero wouldn't just be "another evil robot" to X, he'd be a former friend.

I know X5 tried to do this, but it felt so lame. You have to go for the bad ending if you want the fight to feel like it has proper build-up. If Zero doesn't go Maverick, they fight because X basically goes "It's too dangerous, you need to get out of here!" and Zero's all "No, it's fine. You're in danger," and then it escalates into a fight... and then Sigma appears because you can't have an X game without him (a lack of Sigma would make this moment feel more impactful, since it's just X and Zero alone). And then the whole "X and Zero will eventually have to fight each other" plotline gets dropped after that, which sucks, because it's an underwhelming conclusion.

I honestly want to see more fanfics take up this plot idea and use it.

#rambles #mega man #megaman #mega man x #rockman x #zero mmx

[greenerteacups]

Hello! I wanted to let you know how amazing your fic is, it seems my life now revolves around Friday mornings. I think it may be one of my favorite series ever, not just fics, your stuff is better than most published works I have read. I really could go on and on. Suffice to say, thank you x1 million for just putting this out there for us.

I had a couple curiosities! Is it ever hard to restrain yourself and just post 1 time per week? Or is that necessary for your creative process?

Also, your fic is rapidly growing in popularity, do you ever get worried about how that might change your audience?

Thank you again for the amazing thing you've written, I feel super lucky to be reading it in real time because I know this is going to be one of those legendary classics.

Thank you so much! You're wonderfully kind, I really appreciate it, and I hope I can live up to your expectations!

Weekly posting: Posting once a week is actually something I started for my own sanity — posting it regularly/serially is better for audience response, so there's a natural incentive to do it, but it also gives me more time to write ahead. And having all of a book prewritten in advance is really important for me creatively, not only so as to avoid the possibility of cliffhangers, but also to feel immune from the pressure to change the story based on what audiences want.

Growing audiences: Oof, it's been wild. I've been sort of boggled by the response to my little fic; it was entirely unexpected and the most I can do is work hard to deserve it. For the most part, an increasing audience has been a wonderful, wonderful thing, and I've been so grateful for everyone who's been offering support and praise. I'm seriously insanely lucky. My only point of frustration is that, in general, as a fic grows, readers seem to perceive increasing distance between themselves and the author. For instance, people in my comments have increasingly started to address each other instead of me, or have left comments seemingly without the expectation that I'll read them. But when someone comments on the fic, they're still sending that message directly to the author, and I think that some people might... well, they either don't know that, or they don't care. Like, the audience/author distance might be greater than it is for a fic with only 300 hits, but it's not like I'm a showrunner, or some other media production bigwig who'll probably never see 99% of the feedback generated by fans; it's still my pet project that I read basically every scrap of feedback for.

And sometimes (rarely — most of my comments are just so wonderful, and I don't want to sound ungrateful, but) people do say weird or unnecessary things. One comment for the last chapter read, "if krum dies im gonna drop this fic ngl," and that just irritated the hell out of me. Like, if that's your opinion, cool. Your reading habits are none of my business, and I sincerely encourage everyone who needs to take a break from Lionheart — or, hell, even loses interest — to go find something that sparks joy instead. Reading fic should bring you pleasure. No hard feelings, swear to God.

But my frustration with that comment, in particular, was: you do realize that you've sent that message directly to my inbox, right? You realize that was the first thing I read when I opened my comments section after a long afternoon of writing? Someone directly informing me, the author, that a narrative decision (which, either way, I already made about 4-5 months ago) will lose me a reader? And how does this person expect me to react? "Oh, no! I have to go back and rewrite 90,000 words of the story — God forbid I lose you, Single AO3 User Who Left No Other Comments! How can I live with myself if you're not here??"

It's just a bit frustrating. And, to the point — I say this politely, with respect — but if you seriously can't handle seeing characters die, then maybe don't read the fanfiction that's rewriting a series where very many characters die. Just a thought.

#someone left a similar comment after I posted Chapter 30 #which just made me roll my eyes #these clowns act like they're the author's personal muse #'unfortunately i am no longer enjoying your fic and i must stop reading' ok? have you mistaken me for your book club president? #anyway. thank you for a kind ask sorry it got salty at the end

[dballzposting]

Goten & Trunks fanfiction from Jan 2023. Edited for clarity (it’s still not very clear.) It’s not much but I find myself struck. Part 1

Trunks checks his watch and notes that he has about 10 minutes before Goten shows up.

As he settles into his 18th year, Trunks has begun to look toward his future and to take his life a bit more seriously. He feels that he has matured a considerable amount since last year, and as such, he feels the need to cut distractions out of his life. This is to say that it was finally time for him to retire his Saiyaman X1 outfit to a storage room, to upgrade his wardrobe into something fast slim and classy, and to replace the games on his computer with all of their respective sequels.

As he works on familiarizing himself with the incoming reality of taking over Capsule Corp as president, he spends more time doing homework and less time breaking holes in the drywall with a hammer.

What's more, he's managed to work out a deal with Goten in his own favor: since they're both getting older, and they're both probably so so busy these days, how about they only hang out once a week at most, and at scheduled times, yeah?

With that, Trunks has managed to shake off a huge distraction, and he now enjoys the peace and quiet of blueprint drafting, not writing his essay, and going to bed at 4 in the morning with no one to slow him down. Truly, his life is starting to shape up to be how he wanted it.

It's now 4:20 PM, the weed number, and Trunks is opening random cabinets in a kitchen to see if there are any good snacks that he should hide. A dishwasher asks him if he's looking for anything specific (the turnover rate of snacks is high, and Trunks has long since given up trying to recognize the pattern of the way they were restocked), and Trunks tells him that he enjoys the hunt.

Then he takes start and closes the cabinet.

Somewhere, a blast of ki erupts and begins to travel towards him.

This level of mach speed was reserved only for the most dire of situations, so Trunks wishes the kitchen staff a swell evening and hurries out the door.

He's not sure which entrance Goten will take, but he cannot stand and endure this rushing anticipation motionlessly: he walks, jogs, then runs to the nearest exit, and takes flight out the door.

In the sky, he waits and watches the approaching ki carefully.

It's only 4:20 (the weed number), not at all the agreed upon 4:30, so something unexpected must have arisen.

Goten comes crashing into Trunks's field of vision. He slows down only because Trunks shoots an arm out and clotheslines him.

From there, Goten spins out and brakes. He's able to retain his backpack from the centripetal force, and once he blinks off his sudden stop, he turns around and slams into Trunks.

"DUDE!" Goten says.

"WHAT?" Trunks responds, shoving him a meter away.

"I- I HAVE GOT TO TALK TO YOU. ABOUT SOMETHING."

"WHY ARE YOU HERE?"

"WHAT? BECAUSE I-"

"WHY ARE YOU HERE TEN MINUTES EARLY?"

Goten squints really hard.

"Ten minu-? What's gonna happen in ten minutes?"

Trunks itches his nose. "Our agreed upon time dude. 4:30, on the dot."

Goten is squinting really hard. Cars and trucks blare their horns down below, and one brave motorcycle has its radio high enough to float up within earshot.

"I...didn't know about that, dude."

"You didn't know about our agreed upon time, dude? That we agreed upon?"

"I...didn't know."

Trunks looks down.

"You forgot about me, dude?" he says quietly.

"No," Goten starts, rousing himself. "No, no way man, I just - didn't know we did that today, were doing that today. Today Thursday, man?"

Trunks raises his gaze from his floating shoes. "Wednesday."

"...Huh? No it's not."

"It is."

Goten plants his hands on his hips and sputters. "Nuh-uh. No. No it's not."

"Tomorrow is Thursday. Today is Wednesday."

"No it- then why did I just get out of Bug Club, man?"

Trunks twists his eyebrows.

"Bug Club is on Thursdays," Goten continues.

Trunks crosses his arms. "What did you do in Bug Club today?"

"We shot some hoops."

"You shot hoops in Bug Club?"

"Yeah man. It was fun, but we had a sub filling in and I feel like she wasn't following the itinerary ... and my Pillpug Pal wasn't there today and neither was anyone else. But there was a bee in the gym and I was able to show a good example of how to treat and relocate bees so that was cool. Especially since there were so many new faces there, it was important that they know these things, yknow?"

"Yeah ... okay."

"Yeah. Well. Anyway - I have to fucking talk to you."

"Sure," Trunks says. "What about?"

"In private."

"Okay," Trunks says.

They float in silence until Goten says "I mean, I mean - I'd rather we talk indoors."

Trunks doesn't emote. "Why didn't you say so?"

They descend onto the back of Capsule Corp, where there is a broad balcony. As soon as they land, Goten starts to liberate himself of his school uniform. Trunks hooks his thumbs in his pockets and stands nearby, watching to see if the pen drawing from last time was still on his back.

"So- you know Orange Star University-" Goten unbuckles his leather belt. "and you know, there are some pretty cool dudes there, I dunno if I'm gonna attend but they really know how to swag up a frat house over at Orange Star." He strips his pants down and stops when he hits his shoes."...So I've been hanging out there lately, you know, testing the waters -" he has now lowered himself to the floor to remove his shoes, pants still tied up oddly about his ankles.

Trunks starts to casually meander around him.

"...And-" Goten stands and kicks his pants off. "...I dunno, we just do a lot of chilling over there, over at- Orange Star-" He wrestles his shirt up over his head, and the bare of his back is exposed and glowing while he struggles with the sleeves. Nestled in between his shoulder blades is a crude depiction of a dinosaur with huge fat nuts and a swinging chode, done in black ink, smeared to a perplexing but not indecipherable degree.

Trunks already knows that Goten does not bathe that thoroughly, but it’s nice to be proven right sometimes.

"...And so, I- whoops, not those, I need those.." Goten hastily pulls his underwear back up. "And so- well- well basically, I know something." Goten drops, unzips his backpack, and starts tossing shit over his shoulder.

"What is it," Trunks asks flatly, staring at the chode dinosaur.

"Well- I just know things, okay?" Goten finds his street clothes at the bottom of his bag and starts the arduous process of wrestling them on. His shirt is on, and then it's not, Goten looking at the wad of cloth in distaste and muttering "bah!" as he turns it inside-out the proper way. He stands to raise his pants up to his waist, and they fall as soon as he lets go, and then he's down ripping the belt out of his school pants.

When he's all good and decent, and his shoes are back on snug, and his school clothes are folded nicely into his bag, and he has recovered the various beads and lint and cap erasers that he had spilled out of his backpack prior during his haste, he rushes to grab Trunks by the shoulders asnd scream into his face.

"I LEARNED SOMETHING SO IMPORTASNT AND I NEED TO TELL YOU IT!!!!!!!!!"

To seal the proximity, Goten gives him an open-mouth kiss with a lot of tongue. Trunks jabs him in both of his kidneys and spits back the spit that isn't his.

"Tell me already, what is it?" Trunks wipes his mouth.

"IN HERE..." Goten snarls cryptically, scooping up his bag and beginning to scuttle backward toward the entrance. Trunks follows at an even pace and waves goodbye at his grandparents' table. They wave back, and his grandfather brings his teacup up to his shoulder to let his cat test it.

#dballz posting #i..... #every now and then i seem to .. try again. with the goten & trunkz fanfictions . #and im not a writer .. and i never write much ... but i certainly do enjoy reading it all months later.

[darkened-storm]

Digiweek Day 5: Crossover x1

@digiweek I have two crossover pieces for day 5 of Digiweek because … because honestly everything I write is basically a crossover

This is for my current Zoids X Digimon x Beyblade fanfic on FFN which you can read here:

Excerpt:

They set out at daybreak, just as the twin moons of Zi were beginning to dip beyond the horizon. Thomas’s route had them crossing into Imperial territory via Fire Bridge and then heading south from Dragonhead base. It would take them just over eight hours to reach the General’s research site once they had crossed into Imperial territory.

The interior of her Blade Liger’s cockpit was a far cry from the cramped cockpit of the Pteras they had flown to Red River in. With the Liger, Steph had travelled from New Helic city to the Gurreal Plateau in the far reaches of the Empire and the cockpit was one of the most familiar places she had been in a long time. It no longer sported the outdated console of the obsolete Shield Liger it had once been - instead, the combat systems and computer systems had been heavily upgraded and modernised by Dr D prior to the Deathsaurer battle. Among the upgrades had been a state of the art radar and digital communications.

For the most part, Matt remained silent throughout the journey, occasionally advising them to adjust course when they’d drifted too far south.

“Ishida, what’s the top speed on that modified Zaber Fang of yours?”

“Two hundred and eighty,” was the curt reply from the Zaber Fang,

Alone in the cockpit of her Blade Liger, Steph felt herself grin. The standard top speed for a Zaber Fang was around two-hundred and forty. Clearly Matt had made modifications to more than just the zoids artillery.

“Wow,” she heard Van exclaim excitedly. “I’m pretty sure Colonel Schubaltz’s isn’t even that fast.”

“What do you say to an old fashioned drag race?” he proposed eagerly.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Fiona chimed in. “I’m sure Zeke would love that!”

“Thomas can be the judge,” Van suggested. The Dibison was well known for its impressive fire power, but it left much to be desired in terms of its top speed.

She heard Thomas’s huff of annoyance. “We’re not out here to have fun,” he reminded them.

“Spoil sport,” Van grumbled, and Zeke echoed his disappointment with a sympathetic growl.

Their bickering continued back and forth until Matt finally interrupted them. “I actually wouldn’t mind a race,” he said. “I’d like to see the Liger MS in action.”

“Steph, back me up here?”

Steph hated to gang up on Thomas, but a race did sound like a fun idea, and she could already feel Storm’s anticipation building. The organoid was incredibly competitive, and beating up on the new recruits at the academy was only entertaining for so long…

“I could use the distraction,” she conceded, and smiled at Van’s childish whoop of excitement.

Steph peered though the cockpit of the Liger and into the distance. Drag races were traditionally run over a quarter-mile - approximately four hundred meters.

“See that rock formation over there?” She marked the position on her radar so both Van and Matt could see. “That’s a quarter-mile from here.” Outside her cockpit window, Van’s liger came up level with the nose of her own, and on her opposite side, she saw the Zaber Fang draw close.

“Sounds good,” Matt agreed.

“What do you say, Thomas?” Fiona asked sweetly.

“Fine,” the Imperial captain grumbled. “BEEK, give them a countdown.”

The AI buzzed excitedly and the words “Ready” and then “Set” flashed across Steph’s comms. A barrage of missiles signalled them to go and Steph felt herself thrown back in her seat as Storm launched the Liger forward.

Van was first off the mark - the Blade Liger’s larger frame and longer legs had allowed Van a decent head start with the first few strides - but larger also meant heavier.

“No you don’t,” Steph muttered under her breath, and Storm rumbled her agreement. Engaging her zoid’s primary boosters, she was easily able to close the small gap between them. Over a long distance, she knew the other Liger was faster - but the MS was smaller, and able to reach its top speed far quicker. Her Liger nudged ahead of Van’s, and with a roar exhilaration, sprinted away. In the short distance, Steph knew Van wouldn’t be able to catch her.

“Take that, Van,” she exclaimed.

Kwyahh! Storm grumbled, and Steph turned around in her seat to see the Zaber Fang to her left, nipping at her heels.

“Not bad,” she muttered under her breath. She heard Storm grumble and the Liger responded by increasing the length of its strides and Steph watched the numbers on her heads up display climb.

269 … 270 … 271 …

The Zaber Fang matched her speed, stride for stride as she pushed the Liger harder. Only when her speedometer flashed ’283’ did she see the other zoid start to struggle. She gave the thrusters one last push and her spedometer clocked 305 km/hr - the MS’s top speed.

It was all over in less than ten seconds. Steph reached the rock formation first and skidded the Liger to a sudden stop, hearing the groan of brake pads being pushed to their limits. Beside her, lagging only half a second behind was the Zaber Fang.

Van reached the rock formation last and shot passed both zoids before he engaged the brakes. It took him over two hundred meters to bring the zoid to a complete stop, kicking up a wall of sand as he did so. His top speed flashed up on Steph’s display.

316 km/hr.

“Did you see that?” Van exclaimed excitedly. “The Zaber Fang almost had you there, Steph!” He didn’t seem at all bothered at having lost the race.

“Almost,” Steph agreed with a grin. “But not quite.”

#digiweek #digiweek2022 #steph summers #digimon fanfiction #yamato ishida #zoids chaotic century #zoids #van flyweight #Thomas schubaltz #blade liger

[beevean]

One thing that I would really love to see one day is exactly how X and Zero became friends.

I mean we're never really shown since they're already comrades in X1. I think it would be great to see at least in flashbacks, especially given how Zero was initially discovered as a berserk Maverick who brutalised the Hunters' Commander

It's interesting to think about for sure. Zero would be so lost and confused, and most likely treated with mistrust. And then comes this idealistic rookie who doesn't even want to use the gun he was equipped for but he's willing to fight for peace. How did Zero end up taking X under his wing? How did they start to get along? Perhaps it was precisely because X accepted him despite his past behavior?

We have some prime fanfiction material in our hands :P

#megaman #x megaman #zero megaman

[gnosticpriesthood]

◈   TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER!

favourite colour(s): teal and gold !

favourite flavour(s): spicy, umami, sour, bitter, complex.

favourite genre(s): Science fiction is my absolute favorite, but I also enjoy elements of psychological horror, uncanny valley, cyberpunk, western, historical and urban fantasy.

favourite music: I'm in love with this scene and song at the moment. (This is a fight scene, so content warning for firearms and combat.) But I like anything from indie rap to bluegrass to modern rock to klezmer to metal.

favourite movie(s): Star Trek XI, Star Trek: TMP, Star Trek: TVH, Star Trek Beyond, X-Men United, X-Men: First Class, X-Men: Days of Future Past, Everything Everywhere All At Once, Contagion, Changeling, Lady in the Water, Shrek, Finding Nemo, Lilo & Stitch, The Iron Giant, Kill Bill, Full Metal Jacket, Shawshank Redemption, Down to Earth... so many!

favourite series: Honestly it's Star Trek (particularly the new Treks, and I'd name Star Trek: Picard as my all-time favorite) and X-Men (X1/2 and XMFC/DOFP are up there).

last song: Lately by Lera Lynn.

last series: Legion! I'm on Season 2. It's supremely good.

last movie: Be Here Now, the movie about Andy Whitfield, the face claim I chose for the younger version of Picard in @ensnchekov and I's The Company 'verse. It's about his struggle with cancer and mortality, and ultimately is a tribute to him.

currently reading: A long-beloved fanfiction that I saved as a PDF before it got removed from AO3. I'm also rereading some old roleplays for nostalgia's sake.

currently watching: Legion - Season 2, Episode 5 "Chapter 13"

currently working on: Polishing up some collaborative works to post on AO3 and vibing! I counsel people in my free time, so I'm usually always on a chat with somebody who's having a hard time.

tagged by ; @my-timing-is-digital (thankies!) tagging ; @ensnchekov @evcryopeneye @iamselfmade @kalvaertar @elencr @afemininemystique @thprofessor and you !

#the breaking of so great a thing should make a greater crack / meme #we are resolved into the supreme air / ooc

[starseungs]

yay question time!

- groups you stan?

- fav colour?

- movies or series?

- where you from?

- reasoning behind your url?

- a book you want to read again?

- sleep with/without socks?

okay I'm done!

## get to know the blogger !

• my ults i keep updated on and actively consume their content are stray kids and seventeen 🥰 casually tho im also very into day6, itzy, bts, nct's music (not so much of a consumer of their other content tho 😅) // i also used to stan wanna one, izone, and x1 (rip)

• blue!! it calms me as well as a color i could pull off wardobe wise. blue is just nice to look at in general lol

• this is a hard one bcs i dont watch both often,,, but i guess i prefer series especially if theyre a franchise (i like storylines and stuff)

• im from the philippines!

• starseungs: "star" from the fact that i like the night and stars are one of my favorite concepts + "seungs" from seungmin! he's not my ult bias but he's still my bias anyways shshshs

• help i havent really read an actual published book in a while i dont remember the ones ive read before too much 💔 does fanfiction books count? i really like "what heroes do" (bnha fic) by sugiwa that i read over at quotev im a big fan of it the writing is so good 🤧

• without 😭 its hot here okay and i dont usually sleep with aircon... also i just dont like wearing socks to bed

#cielle-chats #fr: prettybeoms

[christas-museum]

My similarities with Christa Winsloe

Oma Chris(ta) (ja, danke, it's perfect): looong list.

- non-native English speaker - after pointless finishing school in Lausanne (French part of Schweiz) she hated to have no possibility to be helpful (in modern time, at least signing petitions is some help) - equality promoter (Oma Chris(ta) through writing, in my case, some thematic Tumblr blogs about book(s)\TV Series\celebrity(ies) in each case and also about f/f, but she had gays as well; a looot of fanfictions + some stories over the years) - the same look from behind (not sure about size, but probably close) and hair isn't much different (finally :D), but from mid to dark brown, though. Black hair is the best.

- (kind of) E.v.B. at (usual) school (but kind, not strict ever) - the same way of "cursing" (The version of Devil (Teufel) in De is Hell in En.) (»Also, zum Teufel, was bedeutet denn dieses lange Wort?« ("So, what the Hell does this long word mean?" = exact way of speaking (even if delete Hell).) - »Natürlich ärgert mich meistens was« . . . ("Of course, something usually annoys me" . . .) (It's impossible to deny biggest truth (among quotes from Oma Chris(ta.))) - A. dogs are the most favourite animals (but not pugs, sorry, but in a photo with puppy pugs (somewhere) no wrinkles are visible, as the dogs are black, so it's better), B. (black) bats (source: Das Mädchen Manuela), then (in no particular order) C. rabbits, D. bears (but pandas are the most yes bears, and only because of size, no idea why "cute animal" (people's opinion)) E. some of big birds - exactly the same political "position" (leftist) Where exactly: X1 2 3 neutral 3 2 X2 (X1 is far left, X2 is far right, we're 2 after X1) - My surname (the farthest known relative is Mum's paternal grandfather) is related to something that was in Prussia at the beginning of 20th century when "Manuela" studied at Stift. - (ignore anti-veganism) the same skirt (no idea which material and colour is in the photo \\ I have it since 9 years ago or earlier, so accidentally too)

- witch (Oma Chris(ta) predicted own age of death = in the book, the number as a pupil at the Stift was "fünf und fünfzig" (55)) - birth(day) is near New Year (Oma Chris(ta): close to general year that starts on 1.1, I: close to Jewish New Year) Most likely, not all, but no more thoughts now.

Update (about 3\4 of a day later): - into women (If put various proven facts together (found by the great researcher Doris Hermanns), Oma Chris(ta) was pansexual.) - can crack a joke (not only something funny (I can too), but as a parody (Example (it hasn't been posted yet), a comical mini story about a man who had a pug and hated the dog's barking at night (exact moment of the story) at the response to a telephone call ("Chinesischer Höllenhund" (I needed to ask a translator for—hopefully right—words in Deutsche Sprache = it's all important that I can post (from memory) before the whole story.)

#similarities

[seokgyuu]

Graduation Day - Kim Yohan

→ genre: smut

→ pairing: Yohan x Fem!Reader

→ synopsis: for all your school life you have hated Kim Yohan. The star athlete, the top of your class, the boy everyone swooned over. It has always annoyed you. Or has it? Was there maybe something else that made you feel like this? And what if on the day of graduation Yohan has had enough and asks you directly why you hate him?

→ warnings: high school setting (no underage), dirty talk, soft!dom yohan, fingering, a bit of cunnilingus, unprotected sex (stay safe dear readers!)

→ word count: 5.5k

→ A/N: hi, I am, in fact, not dead. I am defo working on the next chapter of Challenge Me, but wanted to upload this smut basically since forever. I know most of my followers are carats, but maybe some of you like WEi, and Yohan especially! 

It wasn’t exactly an easy task to despise Kim Yohan. If anyone knew that it was you.

Why it wasn’t an easy task? Because Kim Yohan made it really freaking hard to hate him.

You and Yohan had been in each other’s class for literally all your school-life. Starting from elementary school all the way to your senior year of high school; he was right there, always the same spot in the classroom, front row middle seat. Freakishly annoying, if anyone asked you. And, god, did they ask you.

It simply hadn’t been enough that he was a part of your life as your classmate – no. He also had to be incredibly handsome. Something that only grew stronger the older he got, making him look like a character right out of a romantic webtoon. His big brown eyes and his puffy lips, his broad shoulders and back, the fringe falling into his face, hell, even the mole above his right eyebrow was attractive. He was tall and athletic, had been doing taekwondo for several years already when you entered high school together.

Everyone knew that you hated him to your best ability, but a lot of your school mates had always assumed you just tried to keep your crush on him a secret by acting like you despised him. Most of the time they would just shake their heads at you when you made one of your famous remarks about him whenever he was called out to be the best of your class or when he got yet another confession in front of your classroom.

On the other hand, you were pretty sure that at least some of the time Yohan would get the blame for why you hated him that much, leaving people questioning if he had ever done something to you to make you act towards him the way you did. You didn’t think he was bothered by it, though, since it was the majority of your classmates that just assumed you were being oversensitive.

To make a long story short, you couldn’t wait for college to start and to finally get away from your never leaving shadow Kim Yohan. You heard that he had gotten into all the good universities and even though you weren’t a bad student, you had only made it into one of them and had decided against it after a long conversation with your parents about how ridiculously high tuition would be when you could get a just as good education at another university that didn’t cost as much.

 On the day of your graduation ceremony, Yohan was surrounded by every student to ever grace the school and you had to somehow squeeze yourself through that mass of people to get to your desk and take out the last of your stuff. Busy with that, you didn’t notice the buzz going around the room when someone neared your table.

“Y/N, do you have a second?”

Yohan had come to a stop in front of you and you felt your whole body freeze when you heard his voice so close to you. Slowly raising your head, you tried to calm your beating heart by reminding yourself that you hated his boy, that he was the epitome of annoyance on two legs.

“For you?” you asked as coldly as ever, one eyebrow raised. Yohan cleared his throat.

“Yes. For me.”

Gritting your teeth, you put the notebooks you had just taken out of your desk into your bag and swung it over your shoulder after.

“I guess.”

Nodding, Yohan walked out of the room first, not glancing back at the people still standing at the door who were very obviously staring at you as you followed him out the back door of the classroom.

Walking down the hallway of your school had never felt this long and draining before. Maybe because in the past you weren’t about to go somewhere to talk privately with your self-proclaimed arch-nemesis but that was simply a guess. Your stomach turned once he walked into one of the classrooms of the juniors a floor underneath yours, knowing that they had already left school for the holidays yesterday.

He waited until you were inside before closing the door behind you and facing you once he was done. You tried to read his face, tried to figure out what he could possibly want from you when you would finally be free of him now. But then again, why had you said yes to talking to him if you were so excited about leaving him behind?

“What do you want to talk about?” you finally said, leaning against the first desk to your right. Yohan pulled a hand through his hair and damped his lips, shaking his head once he looked at you again.

“I want to know why you hate me this much. Like what have I ever done to you?”

Now, this maybe shouldn’t be as surprising as it was for you. Perhaps it was the timing of this question – that you didn’t like him had been obvious for years, so why ask when it was all over?

Chuckling bitterly, you crossed your arms and raised your eyebrows at him again. He was taller than you by a bit, so you didn’t have to tilt your head too much, when he came closer to you.

“Interesting timing to ask me about that, Yohan-ah. Why now? Never cared about it before?”

Yohan came to a stop in front of you, not too close for comfort but also not far away enough to not be able to smell his cologne and just him. During the few times you had had to team up with him during your P.E. classes, you had unfortunately found out that the boy smelled like heaven. Something like musk with a sprinkle of sweetness, you couldn’t quite describe it. The only thing you could say for sure was that it was intoxicating.

“Let’s just say I wasn’t too keen about finding out what I did to you that was so horrible that you would spit at me every time I opened my mouth while we were still sitting in the same classroom for years to come. Since that is over now and we won’t be attending the same university… I figured there won’t be a better time.”

You slowly began to nod, your eyes narrowing as you thought about his words.

“I guess that’s true. Well, I shall kill your curiosity. After all I won’t have to deal with you ever again, so why not tell you why you’re such an awful pain in the ass, right?” You uncrossed your arms and clapped once, letting your hands rest in that position as you looked around the room.

Yohan didn’t respond, instead he just continued to stare at you with a mixture of anticipation and something else you couldn’t pinpoint.

“Let’s see. Where to begin? Maybe with your obnoxious way to talk to people? Like even right now, what makes you think I even want to talk to you? Coming up to me like that in front of all those people, you really think you are all that, don’t you? You’re the boy everyone wants to be alone in an empty classroom with. You’re the boy everyone would die to be so close to. Right? You are so full of yourself, so self-centered and sure that you can do no wrong. You get drunk on feeling better than other people, on knowing that people find you oh-so handsome and charming, that all the girls would drop their boyfriends for you if you only just said the word. There is nothing about you I don’t find utterly annoying, Kim Yohan. You are just that much of an ass in my opinion.”

Happy with the way you had said all of this without your voice breaking or your confidence leaving you, you finished your little speech with a grin, watching how Yohan’s face fell and all that was left there now was confusion.

“Was that clear enough for you or should I go on?”

“So, all this time, I have never done anything directly to you and you just decided that you hate me?” Yohan asked after a short moment of silence making you click your tongue and shrug your shoulders.

“See, you understood. Can I go now?” You pushed yourself off the desk and walked by Yohan, making your way to the door, but before you could even remotely reach it, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and your body being swirled around, your back soon after hitting the wall behind you.

“Are you kidding me?” Yohan was angry. You had never seen Yohan angry. Actually, you weren’t sure anyone had ever seen him angry. There was a vein on his forehead peaking out through his bangs and his cheeks were slightly red, his lips parted and his eyes… his eyes were staring into yours like needles. You swallowed hard, suddenly not feeling brave anymore.

“So, you’ve been a complete asshole to me for years because you- because you what? Are jealous I’m popular?”

“What? No!” you immediately shot back. Yohan snorted.

“Then why? Sure, I get it, not everyone is gonna like you, but the way you treated me, gosh, Y/N, I thought I actually did something to you! I thought I had said something, had done something, anything! And now you’re telling me you behaved like this because of me being a good student? Because people like me? Because I am nice? What the fuck?”

Now, this was also a first. An angry Yohan that also swore? You felt your knees go weak and scolded yourself mentally right then. This wasn’t the right time to be reminded of how hot he was, seriously. And why on earth were you even thinking he was hot in the first place? Yet again the question you had asked yourself for literal years at this point.

“Well, I don’t think you’re nice at all. In fact, I think you’re obnoxious. Acting all sweet and innocent. Gets boring after you see it for years on end, you know?”

His presence so close to you surely wasn’t healthy for your heart. At this point you were sure he could hear how loud and fast it was beating. You tried your absolute best to keep your poker face, to not show him how affected you were by him being this close, by his space invading yours like this. If anyone else had done this, you would have brought up your knee and pushed it right between his legs with force, but with Yohan- you hated to admit that it was different.

“That’s rich coming from you, don’t you think? Nice to everyone else but me. Making everyone believe I did something to you, gave you a reason to hate me so much. Is this some sick kind of joke you’re playing?”

His grasp around your wrist strengthened and you felt as if he got even closer to you, as close as possible without your bodies actually touching. From this perspective he hovered over you enough for you to have to tilt your head in order to meet his eyes. But by the way they were still burning into yours, you weren’t sure you even wanted to look into his eyes.

“I don’t see a reason why I should apologize, Yohan. You already mentioned it, sometimes people won’t like you. I don’t like you. That’s all. Why are you so upset?”

Something flickered in Yohan’s eyes now. Something you, again, couldn’t recognize. You felt stupid, like a child, all of a sudden. The way he let his eyes wander over your face, almost as if he was trying to read your mind, as if he wanted to get a closer look, make it make sense to him. Because he did have a point. He had never actually done anything to you. Except for maybe that one thing. That one thing you would never ever say out loud, not for as long as you still had your pride.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” were the words he spoke when his eyes turned softer, but not friendly soft. More like “I-know-exactly-what’s-going-on”-soft. His hand let go off your wrist and instead settled on the space on the wall right next to your head. He leaned forward as he licked his lips, and you held your breath without even realizing it.

“You do like me. You even like me a whole damn lot, isn’t that it, Y/N?” Your eyes widened.

“What are you talking about?” you spat back. Your head was spinning when suddenly his other hand was caging you in. He was leaning down, his eyes scanning your face still, making you feel naked, helpless but in such a delicious way a part of you never wanted to move again.

“I think that you don’t actually hate me. I think that you have feelings for me, that that is the reason why you were treating me this way. Why though? Were you so scared of rejection that you’d rather make me hate you the way you were acting you hated me?” His voice had gotten so deep, you could almost feel it touch your soul if that even made sense. You were feeling hot and cold at the same time, felt as if you were about to burst into thousand pieces of glass or just melt into a pile of mush – either was fine. You honestly had no idea what to do, didn’t know if you should scream at him that, no, you did not have feelings for him, or if you should finally admit it even though you had just sworn to yourself once again that you never would.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stuttered back, your head clouded with nothing but his mouth so close to yours, with nothing but the way his arms were caging you in, with nothing but how ridiculously sexy he was. You quickly adverted your gaze, hoping that he wouldn’t have this effect on you anymore once your eyes weren’t on his anymore.

“That’s too bad. Because your plan didn’t work, you know. I could never hate you.”

His left hand moved from the wall and carefully put a finger underneath your chin, turning your head back so you were back to looking at him.

“A part of me wants to, though. Maybe a part of me does,” it was just a whisper escaping his mouth before he leaned in so close your lips were barely touching. His breath was right there on your mouth, hot and driving you nearly insane. You felt all the blood rush to your face, felt your knees growing weaker by the second.

“I will not kiss you; I will not do anything to you until you say it’s okay, Y/N,” he whispered against your lips now and that turned out to be your breaking point.

“Do it, please, just- just do it,” you heard yourself say, not sure when your brain even formed those words, but you were thrown back anyways because Yohan did as he was asked, pressing your lips together and letting his hands grab your waist, pushing himself against you.

Quickly, your arms wrapped around his neck, pressing yourself closer to him, wanting to feel nothing but him. His lips parted and you followed, letting your lips move against each other like they had never done anything else in their life. His hands wandered from your waist to your shoulders, and you pulled your arms away from his neck to let your backpack fall onto the floor, his hands back on your waist the next second and your full back pressed against the wall.

You moaned into the kiss once his tongue met yours and your right hand found its way back to his neck, clawing your fingers into his nape, right where his hairline began, while your left hand held onto his shoulder, scared you would just fall onto the ground if you didn’t.

“You have no idea how long I wanted to do this,” he breathed when you parted for air after moments of breathless making-out.

“Make out with me in an empty classroom?” you asked back, surprised you were even able to speak after that. Yohan chuckled against your cheek.

“Kiss you,” he replied before beginning to kiss your cheek and wandering down to your neck, sucking on your sensitive skin, making you squirm in his arms. Another moan came out of your mouth, and you clawed both your hands into his skin, biting your lip. Yohan continued his kisses and the biting, only coming up again to kiss your lips when there was no skin left for him to fill with kisses.

Fully wrapping your arms around his neck now, he brought his arms down to your thighs, suddenly picking you up from the floor, making you gasp in the process.

You found yourself placed on the desk you had leaned against earlier, your legs spread for him to stand in between. You were both dressed in your uniforms as you had had to wear them for graduation, even though your last day of high school had been weeks ago. Without giving it a second thought, you pushed down his blazer and he was kind enough to help you, throwing it onto the floor behind him. You were quick to loosen his tie next, but not succeeding the way you wanted to, making him part from you and do it for you.

You were sure that you had never seen anything as hot as a Kim Yohan with red and swollen lips loosening his tie, his eyes full of hunger and want. You swallowed down hard, licking your bottom lip before biting into it, watching how Yohan threw his tie down to his blazer, finding your neck with his lips again as he set his hand onto your thigh, making you shudder. You were wearing thigh highs underneath your skirt, and he soon found out, his fingers touching your bare skin and shooting electricity through your whole body. Yohan groaned against your neck, separating his lips from it for a moment to look at you.

“Those aren’t tights,” he said. You nodded.

“Correct,” you responded. Yohan kept looking at you as his hand stroked forward, now feeling the inside of your thigh and making you part your lips in yet another moan.

“You have no idea how much I wanna fuck you right now,” he said as his fingertips brushed your core. You bucked your hips in need of any kind of friction.

“Then why don’t you do just that?” you replied, your hand back on his neck and pulling him down to crush your lips together again. He kissed you back immediately and continued to shove up your skirt, his fingers wandering to your core again after, making you jump a little. Carefully, he slipped a finger inside your panties from the side, feeling your folds like this and making you buck your hips once again.

“Fuck, how-how are you this wet already?” Yohan moaned against your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth right after, leaving you no time to answer or even comprehend his words. God, yes, you really were wet. You had been ever since he had come close to you, ever since his hand had pressed against the wall next to your head, ever since he had laid his hands on you. You had always feared that he would have this effect on you, and you had been right. You were in the palm of his hand, he had you right by the horns if you even had any left at this point. Right now, you were his and his alone. Fuck the feminism inside of you, fuck the pride. You had never felt this good before, no one could make you feel this way, only he could.

“Get down for a second, baby,” he helped you down from the table and once you were on your feet, he got down on his knees, the knuckles of his fingers curling around the sides of your panties and shoving them down, making you need to hold onto the table behind you. Your grip only tightened when suddenly he was right there underneath your skirt, kissing your thighs and sucking on your skin, most probably leaving marks that were gonna hurt the next day. You had trouble keeping yourself up, but he wrapped one arm around your legs, steadying you, before finally reaching your core and giving it a kiss. One, two kisses and then his tongue touched you for the fist time making you whimper. His tongue felt incredible against your hot folds and when he licked it up, meeting your clit, you couldn’t hold yourself back from moaning loudly, your hand almost automatically wandering down to grab his hair. He laughed quietly against you before continuing the play with his tongue.

“Y-Yohan,” you pleaded when he kept sucking on the skin around where you needed him the most.

“What is it, baby? Do you want something?” he asked, his head sticking out from under your skirt now.

You met his eyes and bit your lip, nodding.

“Can you tell me, baby?” his voice was soaking in innocence, but the second he had finished talking, you felt his finger sliding through your lips, felt how he was coating himself with your juices just so he could-

“F-fuck,” you threw your head back when his finger slipped inside of you. He grinned up at you, watched how you pressed your lips together, watched how your body turned red from feeling this hot. Slowly, he started to fuck you with his finger, opening you up for more. You clenched around him, thinking about how good his cock would feel later, about how much you wanted to feel him inside of you.

“So tight… so pretty, too.”

Yohan was back under your skirt, but this time he shoved it up with the hand that held your legs, giving him a better view of your pussy. He licked his lips before going back in, his tongue licking at you as his finger still pumped inside of you. You wanted to part your legs a little more, but he held you there, not letting you move. Without much warning, the second finger was added, and you cried out, the stretch so delicious. Your fingers grabbed into his hair stronger, and he finally began to finger-fuck you quicker, you now barely able to hold back your moans of his name.

You dared to lift your head up again and glance down on him, almost dying when you saw him palming himself through his pants. You groaned, pulling his head back by his hair, making him look up at you.

“Fuck me, Yohan-ah. Please. I need you,” you begged him, and he slowly got up from the floor, his fingers still buried inside of you. He hovered over you again, looking down at you with dark eyes.

“Do you think you deserve to be fucked yet, Y/N?” he said with his low voice, and you whimpered when he pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them to your face and raising his eyebrows.

“Clean these up and maybe I’ll do what you asked me to, baby.”

Without thinking twice, you wrapped your lips around his fingers, tasting yourself on them immediately and letting your tongue swirl around them. Yohan watched with his lips slowly parted, his eyes turning glossy. His hands weren’t big but he still had rather long fingers and you took them into your mouth completely, sucking yourself off of them and not letting your eyes leave Yohan’s for even a second. Your hands started opening his pants and without giving him a notice, one of them slipped inside his pants, palming his erection through his briefs, making him close his eyes for a second and bite his thick bottom lip. Your free hand went back to his nape, pushing him closer to you and when he opened his eyes, your gazes met and you slowly let go off the fingers inside your mouth, watching as his teeth went back into his mouth and how his Adam’s apple bopped when he swallowed hard. You pushed him closer to you again, letting your own teeth sink into his lip now, making him moan. Quickly, he got rid of his pants, making them drop to his ankles, followed by his briefs shortly after. The hand that had palmed him earlier, now fully grabbed his fully hard cock, making him gasp. You kissed him again, hungry and with no sense of control. He bucked his hips in the rhythm of your strokes and you ate it all up, the sounds he made, the way the precum made it so easy for you to jerk him off, the fact he was so hard only for you, only because of you.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he breathed, his eyes back to being glossy. Only now you realized that you were still fully clothed except for your panties, and you chuckled, getting rid of your blazer with a quick movement. Together, you took of your shirts (he was still wearing his, too, an absolute shame) and you needed a moment to take in his broad chest and abs, his shoulders, and the way his V-line just looked too hot to be true. He, meanwhile, let his fingers wander over your bra, feeling the way your nipples hardened underneath the material when he touched you. He leaned forward, lips meeting your chest and shoulders, letting the strip of your bra fall off it and kissing every bit of skin he could reach.

“Please, Yohan, I need you,” you moaned when he opened your bra, letting it fall onto the floor. His hand cupped your breast, massaging it for a moment before his fingertips found your nipple, squeezing it slightly. You moaned loudly again, your hips shooting forward.

“Is that so? Does baby want my cock that bad?”

“Y-yes, fuck, please-“, you cried out when his hands were back on your hips, lifting you up so you were back to sitting on the table. Immediately, he parted your legs and stood back in between them, one of his hands grabbing his cock and bringing it to your core, making you gasp for air.

The push was so good, just as the stretch. His forehead was pressed against yours when he was fully pushed in, you suddenly sure that you would never ever feel something like this again. The way his cock hugged your walls perfectly, only moving his hips after you had adjusted to his size.

“Shit, you really are so tight, baby,” he moaned as he started to thrust into you, bringing his hips back far and pushing in hard, making you throw your head back again. He was done for right then. When you said his name so full of want, when your nails dug into his shoulders. He watched you in all your glory as he started to fuck you for real, hips moving rapidly, holding you steady by the hips.

His hips slammed into yours and you tried to move with him, his lips back onto your neck, sucking marks as he fucked you, his breathing unsteady.

“Does baby like this? Being fucked when someone could come in any second, hm?” Yohan whispered into your ear, and you moaned in return, nodding.

“I thought so. A dirty little baby, aren’t you?” You nodded again; it was the only thing you could do with him fucking you this good. He found your lips with his again, pulling you into a kiss full of teeth and tongue and breathless moans. He cursed against your lips and suddenly he pulled out of you, basically dragging you off the table to turn you around and push you down so that your chest was on the table and your ass was up in the air, giving him a beautiful sight of your body. You found him pushing his cock back into you like this, your hands grabbing onto the table once again as his clawed into your hips as he fucked into you from behind.

“You look so good like this, baby. Fucked from behind like a good little baby. Shit, your pussy feels so good, just made for my cock.”

Who would have thought that Kim Yohan was such a dirty talker? Not that you wanted to complain. Hearing him say those things was hot, only getting you riled up more. You felt your release be close and you stretched your ass out more, giving him an even better angle, making him hit your spot over and over again.

“I’m- oh my god, I’m so close, Yohan.”

“Cum for me baby, I wanna see you cum on my cock.” Shit, and these were the words that brought you over the edge. Your orgasm rushed over you in waves, making your vision go black for a second before the loudest moan escaped your lips, leaving you certain that someone must have heard you. Not that you cared. Yohan helped you ride out your orgasm, only to curse your name again shortly after and pull out of you so he could cum all over your ass and thighs.

Trying to catch your breath, you slowly stood up again, feeling arms around you suddenly. Yohan helped you back on your two feet (or well, back into your upright position) and told you to wait a second. Nodding, you turned your head to the side, turning around just slightly, to watch him walk to the front of the class where a package of paper towels was positioned on the shelf. Your heart made something like a leap when you understood that he got those to clean you up. Now, this certainly wasn’t the time to get embarrassed or shy, after all he had literally just fucked you in an empty classroom, but still you couldn’t help but have your cheeks heat up when he came back and started wiping away the mess he had made. Clearing his throat, he looked at you after he had discarded the tissues.

“I- I hope that was okay, I didn’t- fuck, I didn’t even ask if-,”

“I would have told you. If I hadn’t wanted, uh, that,” you quickly interrupted him. You were fully turned around and the awkwardness of the situation only became visible now as you stared at each other and your fully naked bodies. Both of you quickly went on to pick up your clothes and you got dressed, hoping the redness would wash away (it didn’t). It took a while before one of you broke the silence.

“Look, we don’t have to make this a big deal. I mean, this can happen sometimes, right? Just two people that don’t get along ending up having sex. That’s just…normal, isn’t it?” it was you who had said that, and you were very keen on not looking at him as you did. But Yohan moved and was suddenly in front of you again, his hand placed underneath your chin, making you look up. Just like he had done before.

“Don’t say that. Sure, this is not exactly the way I had wanted my confession to go, not that I have ever even thought about doing that considering I was sure you despised me, but, well, here we are. And I don’t regret it, I just feel like… gosh, I just wish I had said something earlier.”

If you were honest, your brain had shut off when he had said the word “confession”. He had thought about confessing to you?

“Con-confess?” you stuttered as you looked up at him. Yohan stared back a little confused before he turned red and cleared his throat.

“I- I mean, wasn’t that clear? Did I not say that before we, uh, you know?”

It was endearing, really. Just a few moments ago he was talking dirty to you and now he couldn’t even say what you had just done. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Well, now that you say it, it does make sense. I guess it’s just… unexpected.”

When he saw your smile, Yohan smiled back, his cheeks still red, but his eyes soft. You hesitated a second, before you placed your hands on his shoulders, getting on your tip toes and pecking on the lips.

Surprised, Yohan widened his eyes, looking down at you when you were back on your feet. Giving him a cheeky smile, you shrugged.

“How about we go and grab some food… and discuss this further?” You asked.

And when Yohan said yes with the cutest smile you had ever seen, you were sure that you could never ever act like you hated this boy again.

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A Sky Full of Flames

➵ WOODZ: Seungyoun x fem. reader / one shot, festival AU / fluff

➵ warnings: slight cursing, mentions of drinking/alcohol

➵ playlist: Queen, Kiss, Stevie Wonder, Kansas

➵ word count: 4.4k

Heat.

Burning, dusty heat is the first thing you notice when you step outside the small airport. You almost choke on it, and squint against the blindingly bright midday sun standing high in the sky. “Oh my.”, Kat beside you says, groaning when she notices the heat, “I know it’s a desert but this heat still seems a bit excessive.” Kevin, her boyfriend, just chuckles and wraps one arm around her shoulders, pressing a soft kiss against her temple. “Well, we are in Nevada, babe.”, he says nonchalantly, and she rolls her eyes at him. “Duh, I know. I was the one buying our plane tickets, you idiot.” He just nods and grins at her, before placing his snapback on her head to shield her from the sun. “I know, you did so well! I’m such a lucky man.” You only grin at their antics, used to their playful banter as they’ve been your close friends for a long time now.

After years of pining after each other, they had finally accepted their feelings two years ago - maybe with a bit of help from you, but neither of them nor you would ever admit that out loud. Your eyes travel towards one of the cars waiting in front of the airport, scanning each one of them until you finally spot the bright yellow van you’re searching for. “THERE!”, you yell in excitement, making both Kat and Kevin jump at your sudden outburst. You almost sprint towards the car, leaving your two best friends behind. When you’ve reached the van, you quickly knock against the window, making the person sitting inside the car yelp and whip their head around. When Jacob recognizes you, his face splits into a breathtaking smile, and he quickly jumps out of the car, rounding it and embracing you lovingly. “You’re finally here!”, he yells happily, and you giggle at his excitement, returning his hug and nuzzling your face into his neck, inhaling his familiar comforting scent. “We are! I hope you didn’t miss us too much and felt too lonely?”, you ask cheekily, and Jacob playfully ruffles your hair, sliding on his pink, heart-shaped sunglasses. You eye them with great interest, deciding to steal them from him later to complete your outfit. They suit you much better anyway, you think.

“Oh please, I was too busy setting up camp, I didn’t even have time to miss you or the other two idiots.”, Jacob replies, and you snort, but before you can retort anything, Kevin and Kat have caught up to you, the latter one just quickly hugging Jacob while her boyfriend dramatically clings to his best friend. Kevin presses his cheek against Jacob’s, whining about having missed him terribly before making him promise to never ever be apart for two weeks ever again. “Okay, okay, we should leave before all the other cars do so, too.”, Jacob finally says, prying Kevin’s arms from around his neck and opening the back of the van. “Get in, you two. Y/N drives shotgun today.” After some grumbling, both Kat and Kevin do as they’re told, and you hop into the passenger’s seat, straightening the big straw head on top of your head and grinning at Jacob. “Can I pick the music?”, you ask, already knowing the answer. Your friend just gives you a stern look. “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cake hole.”, he says, and you begin to pout. “I should never have shown you Supernatural - I really hate when you quote that part, especially as my taste is much better than yours.”, you mumble, and Jacob laughs good-humoredly, before turning up the volume of the radio, blasting Queen’s Don’t Stop Me Now before starting the motor. You roll down the window, and stick your head out to make a whooping noise - almost immediately, it gets echoed by many of the other people getting into their cars, most of them Burners like yourself. You laugh and close your eyes for a few seconds, enjoying the wind sweeping through the open window. Kevin and Kat lean over yours and Jacob’s seats to stare through the window shield and into the seemingly endless desert waiting in front of you. “Burning Man, here we come.”, Kat finally murmurs, shooting you a stunning smile. You grin at her and repeat “Burning Man, here we come!”

You can’t wait for the next nine amazing days to finally begin. 

The festival is … overwhelming, in the best kind of way.

The sounds, the people, the colors, the incredible art installations - you don’t even know where to look first. 

Random people greet you and your friends while you wander through the different camps, trying to see as much of the festival as possible. You laugh and smile at all of them, give out high fives and return hugs, make small talk with some and giggle at their stupid jokes. Everyone is in high spirits, some wearing beautiful elaborate costumes, while some are almost naked and others are wearing more casual clothes, like yourself. You try to look at everything and everyone at once, but fail miserably - just now, a woman wearing gigantic white angel wings and nothing else zooms past you on a neon-colored bike, blasting I Was Made for Loving You by Kiss from a speaker hanging around her neck. You exclaim in wonder, tugging at Jacob’s sleeve to make him follow your gaze, but she’s almost out of view again, just as quickly gone as she’s come. “This is amazing.”, you say in awe, and your friend laughs, wrapping one arm around your waist to pull you closer. “I know right?! And you haven’t even seen the half of it.”, he replies, and drags you with him over to a colorful tent where Kevin and Kat are just handed some sparkly drinks. They shimmer weirdly, almost looking like liquid silver. You raise both eyebrows, squinting suspiciously. “You’re sure that’s not real quicksilver?”, you ask, only half-joking, and Kat shrugs before taking a sip, her eyes immediately getting round with wonder. “Ohh, this is amazing! Here, taste it!”, she says, handing you her drink, and you sigh before following her request.

It tastes… kinda weird, but in a really good way - sweet and refreshing, and also almost a bit spicy. You have no idea what this drink is, but you want your own now. The guy behind the bar grins at you, straightening the crown resting upon his head, his light blue eyes underlined with sparkling silver eyeshadow, almost matching the unfamiliar drink. “Want some Ambrosia as well?”, he asks, voice raspy, and you immediately nod. After receiving your own cup, you offer him one of the many bracelets you’ve made over the last few weeks as payment, and he happily accepts it, letting you wrap it around his wrist. He bows towards you, crown almost tumbling from his head, before turning his attention to the next customer. With the drinks in hand, you and your friends continue to make your way through the festival. You eat some skewers from a young woman wearing a Princess Leia costume, repaying her kindness with a song Jacob plays on the acoustic guitar he’s carrying with him, Kevin singing softly along. 

Two hours later, the sun is about to set, painting everything around you in burning orange and soft golds. You are wearing a brand new leather vest, tassels and all, having exchanged your big straw hat for it, and your left arm is now painted in swirls of neon, an aspiring artist having asked all four of you to join his walking art project. You’ve also managed to steal the pink heart-shaped sunglasses from Jacob, happy to quite literally see everything through rose-colored lenses now. You’re walking through a camp that’s filled with multi-colored tents, every single one of them decorated with mirrors reflecting the evening sun, when a group just making fresh pizza in a gigantic brick oven asks you to join them for dinner. You and your friends happily agree, offering to share the drinks you’ve brought from another camp in return. When night begins to fall, you help one of them, a guy named Alex, set up a small bonfire to sit around, Jacob beginning to strum a soft song on his guitar. You snuggle against Kat’s shoulder and she kisses the top of your head, burying her nose into your soft hair. “This feels like a dream.”, you murmur softly, and she nods in agreement. “And yet we really are here.”, she replies, and you chuckle. “And yet we really are.” Her hand finds yours in the darkness, and she intertwines her fingers with yours. You close your eyes, listening to the music and basking in the warmth of the fire, knowing that every single moment is just fleeting and should always be enjoyed to the fullest. 

The next days pass in a blur - you visit the various camps and villages, admire different artists and their installations, enjoy foods and drinks from all around the world, meet many amazing people, and dance to all kinds of music until the early hours of the morning. One of the highlights is definitely when you go visit the platform in front of The Man himself for the first time - the view is so beautiful, it literally takes your breath away. You, Kat, Kevin and Jacob just stand there, arm in arm, for the longest time, taking in the view and enjoying each other’s company. No words are able to express what you’re feeling during that special moment. 

Even though you’re tired and dusty and sweaty, you’ve rarely been so happy and carefree. Burning Man is everything you’ve ever dreamed of, and more. You usually use the bikes Jacob has acquired before your arrival to travel to the different camps, as the festival is way bigger than you’ve ever imagined, making the distances almost impossible to travel on foot alone. The second day, some people ask if they can repaint your bikes, so now all four of them are brightly colored - orange, pink, green and blue -, and sprinkled with some fluorescent paint that actually glows in the dark. 

On the third evening, you and your friends decide to go visit a new village - there are brightly colored tents everywhere, thousands of fairy lights strung between them, and there’s a gigantic bonfire in the middle of it all. Various people are sitting on beanbags and old carpets, sharing different foods and drinks, laughing and talking to each other. The atmosphere is very laid-back and relaxed, underlined by the sound of multiple guitars and a harmonica. All four of you are being greeted by happy, bright smiles, hands reaching for you to pull you in the midst of them, shoving food and drinks into your arms. You thank them, and decide to join them for dinner tonight, having to introduce yourselves over and over again as everyone seems to be interested in getting to know you newcomers. Shortly after your arrival, there’s someone else joining the group - or rejoining, more likely, as everyone seems to know him, yelling his name in excitement and adoration. 

Seungyoun.

He’s handsome, with dark hair and eyes, and a stunningly bright smile. He greets everyone by name, shaking hands while balancing an acoustic guitar on his back, until he finally takes a seat not too far from where you and your friends are sitting, beginning to tune his guitar. You can’t help but stare at him for a few seconds, something about him making you feel drawn to him. He finally seems to notice your gaze, and lifts his head to lock eyes with you. A shiver runs down your spine when the intensity of his gaze hits you, and you quickly look away, seeing his lips pull into a slight smile out of the corner of your eye. A few minutes later, he begins to play a song - and you can’t help but smile and close your eyes when you recognize it: Isn’t She Lovely by Stevie Wonder, incidentally one of your favorite songs.

When he begins to sing, you open your eyes again, mouth slightly agape now. His voice is beautiful, higher than expected, and really unique. Goosebumps rise all over your arms and you quickly rub them with both hands. “Are you cold?”, Jacob asks worriedly, already taking off his light blue denim jacket to drape it over your shoulders. You just give him a small smile and murmur a soft “Thank you.” under your breath, before your eyes slide towards Seungyoun again. You almost jump when you see that he’s looking at you, but quickly return his smile, trying to ignore your fast beating heart. When he sings the chorus for the last time, he winks at you when he reaches the Isn’t She Lovely part. You press your lips together in an attempt to stifle your giddy smile, and quickly grab for your drink, just to have something to hold on to. Everyone claps when Seungyoun ends the song, but he just waves the compliments away, taking a sip of his beer.

“Come on, Jake, you should join him for a guitar session!”, Kevin suddenly says, making the man beside you purse his lips and shrug. “I mean… if you don’t mind?”, Jacob says, looking at Seungyoun with a questioning expression on his face, but the other man just breaks into a bright smile, showing off his dimples. “Oh, absolutely not! I’d love for us to play together.” And with that, Seungyoun gets up from his seat, walking over to where you and your friends are sitting, and sits down in front of Jacob - and you. “I don’t think we’ve been introduced yet.”, he says, reaching out one hand for you to take, “I’m Seungyoun.” You accept his handshake, trying to ignore the fire igniting in your lower belly when you touch his warm skin for the first time, and answer as nonchalantly as possible: “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. You have a wonderful voice.” He gives you a happy smile, his dark, sparkling eyes forming little crescents. “Oh, thank you. I’m glad you think so!” He then introduces himself to your friends, before asking Jacob what song they should play together. They think for a few seconds, before Jacob suggests Dust in the Wind by Kansas - your absolute favorite song, which he also tells Seungyoun. The latter one nods immediately, and shoots you another grin. “Excellent taste! We’ll play it just for you then.” And with that, he and Jacob begin to play and sing.

Goosebumps rise all over your body, and you feel your throat close up, the song making you feel incredibly nostalgic all of the sudden. Seungyoun doesn’t break eye contact with you, seemingly observing your reaction to the song, a soft smile playing on his lips while he sings. You decide to join their singing during the chorus, a surprised yet pleased expression crossing Seungyoun’s face when he hears your soft voice. During the last few seconds of the song, you close your eyes to just enjoy the music. You clap almost frantically when the men end the song, thanking them for their beautiful play. Jacob just laughs at you, playfully ruffling your hair, while Seungyoun looks almost a big smug about your reaction. “That was beautiful.”, Kat says as well, and Seungyoun grins at her. “Thanks.” “Are you part of this village?”, she asks, leaning a bit closer towards him. He nods. “Yeah, I’m camping here with some of my pals. But Seungwoo is staying a few camps over tonight, and Hangyul is probably off somewhere disappointing Jesus.”, he explains, and you chuckle. “So they just left you all alone?”, you inquire, and he raises one eyebrow. “I mean, I guess you could say so - yet I find myself in much better company right now.”, he answers smoothly, and you blush at his words, giving him a soft smile. He grins at your reaction, obviously pleased with himself, and leans back on his arms, still gazing at you. “Where’s your camp?”, he then asks, and you quickly explain where your base is. 

The next hours pass in a blur. You and Seungyoun almost forget that you’re not alone at the bonfire, talking almost exclusively to each other. He tells you that he’s actually a full-time musician and producer, and that he’s been coming to Burning Man for over three years now. You in turn tell him about your job, and that you’ve never been to the festival before, making this so much more exciting for you. The conversation between you two flows easily and steadily, and you feel like you’ve known him for half an eternity already - he’s funny, and easy-going, switching back between making stupid jokes and having deep conversations without any problems. You quickly find yourself liking him - a lot.

“I think I’ll go take a little walk.”, Seungyoun finally says some time later, locking eyes with you again, “Care to join me?” Kat beside you immediately elbows you in the ribs, making you hiss at the slight pain and shoot her a dark look. She gives you an angelic smile and nods in Seungyoun’s direction. “Oh, she’d love to come.” To you, she whispers a “Have fun, be safe, and if you aren’t home by noon tomorrow, we’re going to organize a search party for you.” And with that, she pushes you towards him, making you topple over, only his quick reaction preventing you from face planting directly into his lap. He chuckles, and grabs one of your hands to help you up. “Thanks.”, you murmur, heat blazing on your cheeks while you try to ignore your friends’ cheeky laughter, “Let’s go.” 

Your walk is mostly filled with soft conversation and playful banter. Seungyoun and you also greet many of the other Burners coming your way, exchanging a few words with some of them, returning warm hugs and at one point, you both receive crowns made out of flowers. Seungyoun smiles at you while placing one of the crowns on top of your head, and tucks some of your hair behind one ear before reaching for your hand to intertwine his fingers with yours. He tugs you closer towards him then, cupping your cheek with his other hand and searching in your eyes for confirmation. When he finds it, he slowly leans down towards your face until finally, his lips are on yours - feeling incredibly soft and warm. You sigh against him, and let go of his hand to wrap your arms around his neck while he slides his around your waist, deepening the kiss while doing so. When you break apart again, you’re both breathing heavily. He gives you a bright smile, before nuzzling your nose. “Is it crazy when I say that I wanted to do this ever since first laying eyes on you this evening?”, he murmurs against your lips, and you shake your head, returning his smile. “I’ve felt the exact same way. I couldn’t look away from you, for some reason.” He smirks. “Yeah, I did notice that. I bet it was thanks to my devilishly handsome looks and flaming charisma.” You playfully roll your eyes at him, a smile tugging at your lips. “That must have been it, yes.”, you agree sarcastically, and he just laughs, before kissing you again. 

Seungyoun and you walk until you’ve reached another camp, this one full of bright lights, heavy bass and loud electronic music. He just grins at you, and pulls you with him into the dancing crowd. You laugh and follow him, quickly losing yourself to the rhythm of the music and the feeling of his hands on your body. You close your eyes, happy to just enjoy this seemingly endless night. 

In the early hours of the morning, Seungyoun pulls you towards his tent, and together, you tumble into bed. You’re both exhausted, bodies tired from dancing for hours on end. Still, neither of you wants to sleep yet - so he pulls you into his arms, hot breath tickling your neck when he nuzzles his face into it. You share endless kisses and loving touches, until the first rays of sunshine begin to creep into Seungyoun’s tent. Only then do you fall asleep, arms wrapped around each other, legs tangled, hands intertwined, and breaths mingling. 

Your sleep is deep and dreamless.

The next days pass way too quickly for your liking - Seungyoun and you spend many hours in each others’ company, and he also introduces you to his friends Hangyul and Seungwoo, both welcoming you with open arms and inviting smiles. You spend each night at Seungyoun’s tent, everything already feeling so real and just right with him, and no one questions your decision to do so - quite the contrary, especially Kat is more than supportive of you, seeing how smitten you already are with Seungyoun. He also shows you the few camps and villages you haven’t gotten around to see yet, introducing you to some friends he’s known from his past times attending the festival, and every evening he plays the guitar for you, before taking you to an art installation or going dancing with you. 

Before you know it, the last day has arrived. When you wake up, you feel dread wash over you. Seungyoun lays beside you, still asleep, his breathing soft and even. You smile, heart beating twice as fast when you take in his morning beauty - the slightly parted lips, messy bed hair, and rosy cheeks. You can’t help but leave a soft kiss against his forehead. He mumbles something unintelligible, before burying his face in one of the pillows. You chuckle to yourself, and carefully thread your fingers through his soft hair. He sighs under your gentle caresses, and turns his face towards you again, eyes slowly opening. He has the most stunning eyes, you think to yourself, a dark rich chocolate brown, almost black, always sparkling with warmth and some mischief. “Morning.”, you say softly, and his lips stretch into your favorite smile, almost blindingly bright in the morning. “Good morning, my love.”, he replies, and pulls you into his arms to hug you tightly. You giggle, trying to wiggle free from his strong grip. “Youn, I need air!”, you complain playfully, smacking his naked chest. He just chuckles, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. “All you need is love, don’t you know that, silly?”, he just replies, making you laugh. “Idiot.”, you murmur lovingly, and he finally lets go of you, grinning up at you. “Your idiot.”, he states and you just smile at him, before leaning in to kiss him.

You decide to spend the last day together with Jacob, Kevin and Kat, but Seungyoun doesn’t want to leave your side either. You both know that this is your last real day together - tonight, The Man will burn, and tomorrow you’ll all have to leave again. You haven’t talked about what’s going to happen then - about what’s going to happen to you two. For now, you pretend to be blissfully unaware of your impending separation, enjoying the last day of the festival by eating way too much food, sharing delicious drinks, and playing silly games in different camps.

When the evening sun is about to set, Hangyul and Seungwoo join your little group, and you all walk towards where The Man stands, ready to see him burn tonight. You find a place with a good view, and sit down on the blankets you’ve brought along, opening your drinks and silently toasting each other. There’s no need for words right now, the atmosphere speaking for itself. Seungyoun sits behind you, you between his legs with his arms around your waist, while his chin rests on your shoulder. From time to time, he presses a soft kiss against your neck or cheek, making you smile. Jacob, Kevin and Kat sit on your left side - the latter ones also wrapped in each other's arms - and on your right one sit Hangyul and Seungwoo. Being surrounded by your friends makes you feel content and happy beyond words.

“There, it’s about to start.”, Seungyoun suddenly whispers into your ear, and a delicious shiver runs down your spine when his hot breath tickles your ear. You lean against him and his grip around you tightens, thumb rubbing circles against the naked skin of your waist. 

Then, The Man gets set ablaze.

It doesn’t take as long as you’ve thought it would - in mere minutes, the big wooden statue gets eaten by the bright flames, and for a second, it looks like the night sky itself is filled with fire. Then, there’s music, and the sound of people cheering. Fireworks are erupting all around you and finally, the whole Man is on fire. That’s when you join the other people in their cheers, jumping up from your seats and running into the large crowd of Burners, dancing to the music and throwing your hands over your heads. You pull Kat into a hug, Kevin quickly joining you and wrapping his arms around you both, pulling Jacob into the cuddle huddle as well. “I LOVE YOU GUYS!”, you yell over all the noise and sounds, and they scream it back at you, hollering and whooping, the happiness and joy radiating from them making them even more beautiful than usual. And then, suddenly, Seungyoun is at your side again, pulling you into a tight hug and peppering kisses all over your face, nuzzling your nose. “I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.”, he whispers into your ear, and your heart skips a beat at his confession, before you smile up at him, whispering a “Me too.” back. You both laugh, full of love and happiness, and you take his face between your hands to kiss him properly. He smiles into the kiss, and wraps both arms around your waist to pull you even closer to his own body. 

And that’s when you realize it - this might be the end of the festival, but this is just the beginning for you and Seungyoun.

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