#after the 1 week mark i tend to forget these things happened. to a degree

[lanshappycorner]

my mom is on a call with my aunt from the HomelandTM rn and my aunt was like "hows it going rn with lan" and my mom was like "its so bad" and i was thinking to myself "it wasnt that bad" until she was like "lan lost all her medical and ID cards and spent a week searching for it before finding it at the last moment possible and then she ended up in the ER shortly after and then this month this rando tried to kill her on the street and she barely got away" and i was like oh that is pretty bad huh........

[himikiyo]

cityscapes turn to dust // himikiyo week day 1

Himikiyo Week Day 1: Folklore + Magic

“Trying to defy death, hmm? You’re choosing to take the hard road just as I did. If I don’t have enough time left to change your mind, all I can do is wish you luck.”

Korekiyo's actions taking care of their sister catch up to them.

Read on AO3, DRA, or under the cut

They had to travel light these days. With the city so ravaged, it was common to pick up and leave at a moment’s notice, and there was only so much Himiko could carry. Kiyo was much stronger than her of course, but even the essentials weighed a fair bit. Most of her possessions, along with theirs, remained at their house, still locked up tight for the time being. Someone determined enough would still be able to break in, but she tried not to think about that.

Material possessions weren’t as important as a life anyway.

Despite traveling light though, Korekiyo seemed to be getting weaker. She told them they just needed rest, but they both knew that wasn’t it. The last time they visited their sister, she put up a fight. Perhaps she knew what was coming, and recognized the sickle in their hand. Either way, she bit them again. Maybe that was the final exposure their body could take after holding out so long.

Their arm was wreathed in broken veins, a sickly purplish crown centered on the bite mark. The imprint of each and every tooth was still clearly visible over a week later whenever she checked under the bandages. She picked her opportunities carefully, when they were half asleep or in a particularly good mood. That way, she hoped, they wouldn’t be quite so upset about how cold it was to remove any layers.

She checked every night to make sure they were still breathing. It was getting harder to tell.

---

People still tried to avoid saying the word zombie. Euphemisms were used: infected, changed. Sometimes there was no more than an indirect reference, like the grandmother who told her that “some of them” drove her out of her home. Maybe it was a foolish desire, since this elderly woman had clearly done well enough for herself to escape that, but Himiko wanted to help her.

“Why don’t you stay with us?” she asked. “Just for a little while. We don’t have much, but it’d be safer than traveling alone.”

“Thank you, dear,” the woman replied, adjusting her shawl. “But I like my chances. I’ve made it this far. If you’ll accept some advice from an old woman...” She trailed off momentarily, casting a meaningful glance at Kiyo. “You may want to consider striking out on your own too. There’s something not right about that one.”

“They’ve just been a little sick lately. Once we find somewhere safe to get medicine, they’ll be fine.” The lie tasted bitter on her tongue, but she couldn’t stand saying anything else. Without Korekiyo, she was sure she’d be long since dead.

“Sick? Or changing? Sometimes the hardest lesson to learn is when there’s nothing more to be done.”

“No, that’s not—” She broke off, swiping miserably at her eyes. Kiyo still sat in the corner. Wearing three sweaters to fight a mild early autumn chill, they gave off the impression of an especially gangly marshmallow. It seemed like they were oblivious to the conversation, but Himiko knew better. They always observed more than people gave them credit for.

“Don’t let your friend suffer, dear.” After pressing a small, paper-wrapped package into her hands, the grandmother left. Himiko watched until she vanished from view, hoping she arrived safely to wherever she was headed.

---

“So,” Kiyo said some time later. “When are you planning to kill me? She gave you everything you need to do it, didn’t she?”

“What? No, I’d never. You know I’d never do something like that.” Perched on the edge of the couch they were laying on, she combed a hand through their hair. It helped her fight the urge to rest it on their forehead and see how much their temperature had dropped.

“Yet you encouraged me that putting my sister out of her misery was the right thing to do.”

“That’s different. She wasn’t herself anymore.” As always, she bit back the part about how even with her full mental faculties, that would have been what she deserved.

“Any day now, you might come to find that I am not myself anymore either. Then I will no longer be able to cooperate with your attempts to do it painlessly.”

“That won’t happen,” she argued, fingers involuntarily tightening in their hair for just a moment. “If it was going to happen, it would have already. That was, what, the fifth time she bit you or something? It’s like you told me that first day I found out the truth. You’re immune.”

“Immune.” They scoffed, face contorting into something between a grimace and a scowl. “That was never anything but a lie I allowed myself to believe. I’m not immune. I’m dying.”

“No, you’re not,” Himiko mumbled. She inched closer to them on the couch, laying her head on their bony shoulder. Through sweaters and blankets, it almost felt soft. “I won’t let you.”

“Trying to defy death, hmm? You’re choosing to take the hard road just as I did. If I don’t have enough time left to change your mind, all I can do is wish you luck.” Numb fingers tugged their mask down to press a kiss to her forehead. The old, scarred-over bite wound on their neck was taking on the same purplish hue as their arm.

---

She woke up the next morning with her head resting on their chest. She couldn’t hear a heartbeat.

Shinguuji Korekiyo was dead.

After she came to that realization but before she could figure out what she should do about it, they stirred, feebly trying to shove the blankets off.

“Too hot,” they mumbled, rolling over (or trying to — the attempt wasn’t very successful with half her weight still on them).

“Kiyo?” It had been weeks since they had anything temperature-related to say that wasn’t complaining of being too cold. Not to mention the bigger issue of their lack of vital signs. Straightening up fully, Himiko leaned over them to meet their eyes. They were groggy and unfocused, but they clearly seemed to recognize her.

“What? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I guess I have in a way,” she responded, choking out a shaky laugh. “You.”

They sat up slowly, giving her a perplexed look. Did they not even realize what was going on? Surely they had to feel different. She reached out and laid a hand on their chest, just to be certain. Was she so exhausted that she just missed it before? After flexing their wrist, stretching their arm — stiff, maybe from the lack of blood flow? — they overlapped her hand with their own.

“I see. I didn’t imagine becoming a zombie would feel so pleasant.”

“Pleasant? How can you be so calm?”

“I actually feel better than I have in quite some time,” they admitted. “It’s rather comfortable. I do seem to have a certain degree of numbness, but it’s a worthwhile exchange to be free from all the recent pain and discomfort I’ve experienced. Considering my mind seems to be intact, at least as much as I can tell from my own biased perspective, death might not be so bad. If nothing else, it gives me something new to study.”

“Oh. Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better, but I don’t know if it’s normal to accept something like this so quickly.”

She was forgetting, of course, that Kiyo had never quite been normal.

---

Over time, it became clear that them saying they had “a certain degree of numbness” was a bit of an understatement. If she happened to touch them when they weren’t looking, they only seemed to notice about half the time. Their pain tolerance, already high, had increased to such an extent that it was very possible for them to sustain serious injuries without noticing. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like they were in any danger of dying again.

They were still capable of healing, just at a slower rate than a living person. The bite wounds were gradually becoming less evident, flesh repairing itself in defiance of the laws of biology.

That didn’t save her from the unpleasantness of acting as their doctor.

Her first lesson in zombie surgery was a jarring one. The glass shards embedded in their leg likely could have been avoided if they had as much feeling as they used to, but there was no point in agonizing over could have beens. The good news was that they barely seemed affected, glancing down at the heavy wounds with little more than bemused intrigue.

“Ah. I thought something stung a bit. We should probably take a moment to deal with this,” they said smoothly.

“Um, yeah, probably. It really doesn’t hurt? You’re bleeding a lot. What if you run out or something? We don’t exactly know all about how this whole zombie thing works.”

“It’s alright,” Kiyo said. “I think. If I can heal from injuries, it follows that I must still be capable of regenerating my blood supply. However, leaving broken glass there could cause problems. You should remove it.”

“Me? Why?”

“You should get used to tending to my wounds just in case there comes a time when I’m unable to do so myself.”

---

She got plenty of practice. Most of their injuries were minor, but she dutifully took care of each one nevertheless. When she really thought about it, sometimes she wondered if they acted a little carelessly on purpose just to give her experience. They’d always teetered dangerously on the edge of masochism, and now there was the added temptation of learning more about zombie physiology to boot.

Sure enough though, that time Kiyo mentioned did come eventually. So far, it seemed nearly impossible for them to die again, but that didn’t do much to diminish the dread that flowed through her when she saw the exposed muscle and bone of their arm, flayed open like so many of the other shambling zombies they’d seen over the past several weeks.

They grimaced when she started to clean up the wound. It was barely a flicker of pain, but even that was significant considering how much they were able to get through without batting an eye.

“Apologies, dear,” they murmured. “Continue.”

“Sorry. Kind of weird how quickly this has become normal.” She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to their lips before continuing.

Pulling the edges of the wound together and stitching it up nice and securely...She wasn’t the neatest with her sewing, but she was getting better, and Kiyo always insisted they didn’t mind.

“Beautiful work, my love,” they praised, smiling down at their rather Frankenstein-esque arm. “That’s much better already.”

Himiko just smiled, wrapping the arm up again in their usual bandages.

“I’ll always be here to sew you back again. For now, we should probably both get some rest.” They were only a day away from the village of their hopes.

[souprights]

DIY for Transmasc Minors/Those still living with unsupportive family

For context, I'm just turned 17, still living with my parents and live in the USA. This is just my experience! It may not be the best/easiest way to go about DIYing. I'm going to do my best to make this as comprehensive as possible, and please let me know if anything if incorrect or if I should add anything.

Firstly, if you're under the age of 16, I don't recommend this at all!! DIY should be a last-ditch effort, after you've tried all else. Please seek therapy, a supportive friend group, and a good community before turning to illegal means, because, yes, purchasing and being in possession of T without a script is illegal.

What's it Gonna Cost?

For cost, you're going to need about $60 - $115 of reliable income a month. Depending on the site you use, and how many millilitres of (injectable) T you purchase, that's going to vary, but $60 is the typical minimum I can find. Don't forget shipping is going to be around $15-30.

This only includes the T!! Don't forget you're going to need needles, bandaids, and alcohol swabs if you're injecting, as well as blood tests.

What Kind of T?

Whether you use gel or injections is entirely up to you and your comfort. However, please avoid orals! Those are just gonna wreck your liver, no matter how painlessly tempting they may be.

Gels run more expensive, but with injectable, there's extra purchases/packages to be had.

Hang On, Blood Tests?

To make sure your levels are in a safe/normal range, you're going to need a blood test. If possible, look for Quest or LabCorp-esque places to get proper bloods done. I was too nervous to do that, given how closely my parents track my every move while I'm not at home, so settle for finger prick at-home tests if necessary. Unless the site advertises Discreet Packaging, I highly recommend having these sent to a friend and picking them up at school/when hanging out.

Do one before starting T, one at Month One, Two and Three, respectively. Based on your levels, adjust or figure out your dose. If everything is typical at Month Three, you don't have to test again till Month Six. After that, check at your One Year mark, then yearly thereafter.

Where/How Do I Get All This?

eroids.com is the first place I turn to when looking for places to order T. You can read reviews for each site listed, and get an average rating from people who've used the sites. If you want to go for gels, I suggest poking around Reddit and finding other people who've DIYed with gel, and asking them for their opinions and recommendations. Make an informed decision no matter what you choose, and spend PLENTY of time researching.

For needles, bandaids, and alcohol swabs I honestly just use Amazon. MAKE SURE you mark your order as a gift, or else you're probably going to run into the issue of the packaging being marked with "medical supplies." Imagine your overbearing parents seeing that and ripping open your package, and immediately assuming you're spending your days in back alleys shooting up. Not fun. Take my word, and learn from my mistake.

As for bloods, just poke around till you find a test that takes your free T and total T both, or go somewhere and have it done proper.

Now, you might try using a PO box to not worry about your family seeing any packages arriving, or having it sent to a friend with more relaxed/accepting parents. Later in the year (when I'm doing this) using the approaching gift-giving holidays to keep people out of your parcels might be plausible. Or maybe your family doesn't care. Ultimately, imagine the worst case scenario and judge what to do knowing your own situation.

Okay, But....Bitcoin

Ah, yes. Daunting, tricky Bitcoin. Majority of sites only accept Bitcoin as payment. But I swear it's not as bad or hard as it sounds. Your first issue is honestly going to be finding somewhere that doesn't require you to be 18+ to purchase it. Now, don't worry too much. For me, I got my older sister to put in all her details, and I just used my money to make purchases. You can do the same with an 18+ friend, relative, or relative of a friend's. Or, send an 18+ friend's CashApp the money necessary to make a Bitcoin purchase and transfer for you.

Now, my first order of T was only about $60, with shipping and everything, since I only bought 4ml total to begin with. If you buy a bigger vial, it's going to cost more. $60 was as much as I could spend without making my parents suspicious (they keep an eye on my bank account), so if you have a similar problem or a smaller spending threshold of concern, don't worry. Just spend your max threshold on buying Bitcoin as often as you can. The Bitcoin will be stored for you to compile and use later. Keep in mind its value may go down, so buy a bit extra if you're saving up over time.

I use an app called Edge to handle all my Bitcoin transactions. It's simple, easy, and you can use a card, a direct bank transfer, Apple Pay or Cash (if there's a Bitcoin ATM near you--no worries, there's a handy map in the app itself to lead you to the nearest one of those). I used Apple Pay, so unfortunately, I can't help with any other methods than that. You can also use CashApp, but Edge's verification went much much faster, and I was not in the mood to wait a few extra days.

There's going to be a fee, usually outlined before you select your payment type. I included that in the cost of the T above, which might be more or less.

And lastly, it's not instant. It usually takes a few hours, but if it's more than a few days, reach out to customer support.

Each site lists instructions with how to send payment once ordered. Just follow their instructions, and talk to them if you have any trouble. They're usually more than happy to help you send them money.

So I've ordered my T

Shipping times are going to vary!! Keep this in mind. If you used eroids, users typically include shipping time in their reviews. This may influence which site you pick. Domestic sites tend to have faster shipping and don't risk customs seizing your pack--if customs seizes a pack with an illegal substance, you're going to get a letter. That's pretty hard to find an excuse out of, way closer to impossible.

Typical processing times are 2-5 days, but may vary a little, depending on things that may include a lovely little pandemic. Shipping is typically 1-2 weeks for domestic sites, 3-5 weeks for international. Shipping prices tend not to vary much, however, no matter where the warehouse is.

Hiding Changes

This is going to be the tricky part. I've known some people to only go on T for three months or so, as to get some changes to reduce dysphoria, but not have family members notice. If you spend a lot of time around family, the changes are gradual and they might not notice. But keep your own safety in mind above all else. What's the worst that's going to happen if your family confronts you over your changes? How long will you be able to write off your voice as "a cold" before someone wises up? How much longer are you going to be staying with your family?

I'm out to my unsupportive family, so despite being discouraged from any transition of any sort, any and all voice changes I'm writing off as voice training. Facial hair? Minoxidil. More muscle? I've been working out. These may or may not be things you can use, so consider carefully.

Aside from your voice and facial hair, there won't be anything too difficult to hide or write off. Shave your facial hair away as soon as you get up if it develops/needs to be hidden. Consider and compile a list of excuses as to why your voice is changing in case of questions.

Hiding Supplies

This is going to depend a lot on your house and situation. Do you have animals, parents or siblings who invade your spaces and find your hidey holes? A piece of advice I read in an MtF guide to DIY is to hide something you won't get in trouble for where you plan on hiding your hormones, and see if anyone finds it over a few weeks. Repeat until somewhere safe is scouted.

I have small cardboard boxes I keep under my bed, in a cabinet I have in my room, and on my desk. Only bandaids are kept on the box on my desk. But the other places I hide things have an equal distribution of my supplies, so even if someone finds one box, I'll be able to continue HRT.

Try to keep your T much better hidden than other supplies. I'm in an arts-focused degree in college, and a very artistic person, so I've managed to write off needles and syringes as pieces to build a 3D art project for a portfolio. Try to find an excuse to use if your needles are found. Maybe the art thing works for you, maybe not.

Consider taking precautionary measures of removing/covering labels of your T if you're using an injectable kind. You might be able to get away with calling it a prop of some kind, for a TikTok video or something if it's found.

Disposing of Needles/Wrappers/Etc

Alright, so you've done your first shot of T, or applied your first gel packet. Congrats! Now, how to hide the evidence? Firstly, for gels, it won't be too difficult. Just use a plastic grocery bag and fill it with other miscellaneous rubbish and mix the wrappers in with that. Toss the tied bag in your own bin, or a neighbour's bin if that's safer. If that's not possible, do so at school.

Needles are a more tricky circumstance. If you're able to purchase and safely dispose a sharps bin, 100% do that. If you're in a place like me and that's not possible, go and buy some soda with twist-top lids, or get them from friends. Once the bottle is empty, you can toss needles into there. In my experience, 1ml syringes and the small needles used for T injections fit in these 500ml bottles no issue. I throw these sealed bottles in the bin once they're full. I know this isn't proper disposable, but I'm unable to get a sharps bin.

Never throw exposed needles into the bin, or leave them somewhere anyone or anything could possibly be exposed to them.

For T bottles, I've only ever found one site that sells it in containers smaller than 10ml. I'm not sure if the 10ml bottles would fit into the soda bottles or not, so follow the same procedure as disposing of gel wrappers. If that's not possible, use a sharp knife to cut open your soda bottle at the widest part and put the bottle in there, before using a strong adhesive tape (not scotch tape--duct tape or something similar) to seal the incision before disposing of it.

In Conclusion

I've left out a list of the changes T causes, and starting doses, because those are all easy things to find, which you probably know already. Regardless of what this small guide says, please keep your own safety in mind and do as much research as possible before moving forward with DIY, and know that I'm no kind of professional, and all this is based off my tiny bit of experience.

As of the original posting of this, I haven't yet started T. I'm going to start in about two weeks, however, and have gathered everything necessary. I may update this guide further as I take T.

[writinglionqueen]

Twenty Questions

Tagged by: @cowboyshit thanks sweetie!! @superrezzy00 and @junglecassidy thanks guys!!

What do you prefer to be called name-wise? I like going by Bri or Brianna. Usually my family calls me Anna...or their own fun nicknames

When is your birthday? August 12th 

Where do you live? I live in the town just below the city of Omaha in Nebraska

Three things you are doing right now?  Doing this, worrying about life, and thinking about writing fics

Four fandoms that have peaked your interest Wrestling and that’s the most recent and......technically the only one....since I don’t interact with other fan bases like I do that one. Like....I’m a fan of small things like Youtubers and little niches of life

How has the pandemic been treating you? Well, I was in college when it first started back in March. And then my school had the fun idea of first, going online which....as someone who has a hard time focusing and retaining information through online things, it wasn’t easy. After that I had to move twice in one week because of the pandemic, I had to move from my apartment-like dorm to a small dorm by myself for 4 days then I had to move across campus into a dorm meant to house 4 people all alone and....that was a struggle. I didn’t like being alone. Then I had to move back home in August and I finished my degree....got a seasonal job at a pumpkin patch and now I’m looking to find a job now while I’m in my own place and.....gosh....a lot of things could’ve gone better this year but....it wasn’t the pandemic’s fault or anything. But a lot of stuff during the pandemic that’s happened has been such a struggle for my mental health and everything....

A song you can’t stop listening to right now? Umm....tbh WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion...like.....idk it’s been on my mind a lot lol and I tend to have like a varying list of songs ranging from like ones in kids movies I grew up with to wrestling theme songs and even the early 2000′s songs I listen to....but WAP has been on my brain no thanks to the Drew video @jazzy-tzw made

How old are you? 22!

School, university, occupation, other? I just finished my degree in animal science now I’m currently trying to find a job to make ends meet but that’s been a little tough as of late....

Do you prefer heat or cold? Cold! Because at least I can add on layers if it’s cold. I hate the heat especially since my birthday is in August and it can get up to 103 to even a 110 degree index here. 

Name one fact others may not know about you Oooh....idk what people don’t know about me....but....let’s go with the fact I have a birthmark on my back that looks like a kiss mark. Is that interesting enough? lol

Are you shy? Yes! Irl, I am very shy, I won’t ask someone a question unless I know them. Once I start getting to know people though, I will be more relax and more bubbly. And mainly with my friends. But if I have to socialize with someone, I will do it. 

Preferred pronouns? She/Her/Hers

Biggest pet peeves? Someone beating around the bush when I’m directly talking to them. I had an art teacher in high school and she hated a painting I was doing and apparently had hinted she hated it until the day before it was due when she pulled me aside and told me I should change my piece (basically start over) and she gave me an extra week. It...was the worst feeling because she would’ve saved me time by being upfront (and she was the reason I never wanted to pursue art because her criticism wasn’t helpful) but I hate people who aren’t upfront, especially when I’m talking to them.  I also hate when....people lead me on. I’m very obvious about my feelings and I’m upfront about it when I get to it....so feeling as if someone was dragging me along for a ride only to dump me off a cliff (The feeling) isn’t fun and I hate it. And I’m annoyed by people who want to “messy” when that just entails them to be fucking petty ass people who make fun of others for trivial things but can’t stand when it’s done to them. It happens so much in this fandom and the reason I stick to the friends I have on here. The whole idea of being “messy” to them is to laugh at other people’s expense by stirring a pot and then laughing when people get rightfully upset. JS

What is your favorite “dere” type? Oh I’ve seen this before but it’s a niche thing that I don’t know much about so I can’t answer it

Rate your life from 1-10; 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be.  A solid.....6 or 7. Lately my life has been pretty fucking sucky in terms of luck and in terms of disappointment. I’ve had faced so much heartache this year and pain and just major disappointments that made me afraid of some things. But in general, my past wasn’t terrible but there are moments that have happened that I won’t forget and aren’t the best....a solid 10 would mean I lived a comfortable life and....I can’t say it’s been a 10. 

What’s your main blog? This one. I have 2 blogs (technically 3 since one is a backup in case I get the case of people reporting my blog for nothing again). The last one I had was basically when I used to be in the 1D fandom and this one is the only one I actually post from. 

Is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends?  Um....I kinda...like people who won’t flake on me....I’ve had a lot of people do that in the past which is why I’m particular to that sorta thing. I have a certain way of differentiating a “friend” vs “best friends” and that distinction means so much to me....so....to betray that level of connection or even.....be offput by it (meaning the feeling isn’t as mutual [and you say it to my face]) then you won’t be a part of my life....and that’s....just how I am. I’ve had a lot of fake friends (in the sense that my friendship to them meant nothing or not even mean to treat me with like kindness or whatever) so I’m not here for that anymore.

tagging: @jazzy-tzw @kalliravenne @thatnerdwriter @flawlessglamazon @gold--gucciempress

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is a rec list of A/B/O fics with scenting or scent-marking. If you’d like to check out our full A/B/O rec lists, which includes fics that don’t have scenting or scent-marking, you can find them here and here.

Happy reading!

1) Enjoy The Ride | Not Rated | 11103 words

The one where Louis, an omega more than tired of being treated as lesser than alphas, is forced on a road trip by his beta besties only to meet Harry who might just be the alpha he never knew he wanted.

2) Overwhelming | Explicit | 13261 words

Louis is an omega attending university to get his degree and most definitely not waste his time with unimportant things such as finding a mate. Harry is the alpha who manages to unwittingly mess up that plan.

3) No One Else Will Do | Mature | 13237 words

It takes Louis’ early heat for Harry and Louis to figure things out.

4) Anybody Have a Map? | Not Rated | 13873

The one where Louis met Harry in NYC where they bonded as fellow Brits in the large city. Years later, with Louis’ upcoming heat, maybe it’s time for their friendship to become something more.

5) If You Want More, Then Here I Am | Not Rated | 14558 words

The one where Harry and Louis are soulmates, but they can’t quite seem to get on the same page.

6) I Didn’t Fall For You (You Fucking Tripped Me) | Explicit | 15388 words

These days Louis tends to steer clear of dating alphas. He’s dated too many knotheads in his time, and he’s ready to just focus on school and his friends and his pet monitor lizard, of course.

Too bad the alpha next door won’t take a hint and stop using the worst pick up lines of all time on him. He’s really got to stop laughing with him–and talking to him and walking to class with him and letting him bring him coffee and tea and gifts for his lizard and watching Netflix together and…

7) With Love Comes Strange Currencies | Explicit | 16508 words

One day One Direction will be over and Louis won’t be around Harry every waking moment. He’ll be able to finally get some space, let their bond dissipate as it’s bound to do, if they don’t mess up again. He can move to Costa Rica and forget that Harry Styles popped his first knot inside him. Until then, he’s going to have to deal with this.

or, They’re Accidentally Mated and Dealing With It Rather Badly.

8) Out Of The Wild | Explicit | 21502 words

Louis has spent most of his life as a wolf in the wild, Harry has spent most of his life as a human in the city. Their worlds collide during the audition process for the hottest new singing competition. What happens next should have expected.

9) Like Candy In My Veins | Explicit | 31880 words

Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for.

10) Worth Dying For | Explicit | 44906 words

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Louis says, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. In the center of the table, a set of three glossy photos stares up at him, mocking him.

“A security detail is non-negotiable, Louis, you know this,” his mum reminds him, tapping the middle photo with two fingers.

Louis doesn’t look back down at the pictures, gesturing towards them wildly, over-dramatically. “This is not a security detail!” he protests. “This is a lanky college student. In what world do you hire someone like this kid to protect me?”

11) Cameras Flashing | Explicit | 81773 words

With his breakout single platinum three times over and his second album still selling out in stores around the world, Louis Tomlinson has made it to the top. However, his position as Pop Heartthrob of the Decade is threatened by the edgier, more artistic Zayn, who happens to be releasing an album a week after Louis’ upcoming third. Louis needs something groundbreaking- scandalous, even- to push past him in the charts. Much to Louis’ dismay, his PR team calls in The Sexpert.

Consulting with PR firm Shady, Lane and Associates pays the bills so that Harry Styles can spend his down time doing what he really loves: poring over data. On weekends and late into the evenings, he researches gender, presentation, and sexual orientation, analysing the longitudinal study that is his father’s life’s work. That is, until his newest client, the popstar with the fascinating secret, drags him off his couch and frighteningly close to the spotlight.

As the album’s release date approaches, will Tomlinson and Styles be able to pull off the most risky PR scheme of the millennium and beat Zayn in sales or will the heat of their feelings for each other compromise everything?

12) Where You Lay | Explicit | 86035 words

Note: There’s a small implied BH mention.

When Louis’s upcoming heat threatens his success at his new dream job, he asks the best (and only) person he can think of to help him through it: his best mates’ best mate, Harry Styles.  Harry reluctantly accepts, and together the two navigate a strange friends with benefits relationship that quickly turns complicated.

13) A Taste Of Desire | Explicit | 104414 words

A Victorian ABO where Harry is the owner of the most successful cotton mill in Manchester, and Louis is an opinionated social activist about to disrupt Harry’s world.

14) Saving Symphony Hall | Mature | 124766 words

Note: This fic is the sequel to this.

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”

“Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”

“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.

“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”

“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.

“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”

“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

15) Only You Can Be My Alpha | Mature | 155257 words

The one where Louis is banished from his tribe, and lands himself in Harry’s instead. The alluring Pack Alpha makes Louis question his nature and he doesn’t know how he feels about that. But you can’t fight destiny.

16) Cold Little Heart | Teen & Up | 194740 words

Louis is a soft omega with an abusive past and an alpha child. A few months after getting a divorce, Louis meets Harry, an ex-military alpha wolf that offers him something odd.

In exchange for teaching him how to cook, Harry will babysit his son, Abraham. Louis really could use the help.

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Daydream

Summary: Your literature professor has a bit of a...gift. A gift that let’s him see other peoples thoughts when he wants to. And despite the fact that he warns his class openly about this gift, one day you forget, and find yourself in a bit of pickle when Kim Seokjin reads your mind, and finds you imagining some not so school appropriate scenarios...involving him.

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 8,240

A/N: I’ve been in such a writing slump the last few months I’m so sorry lol. I feel bad bc I rarely put out fics nowadays, but after starting this over a week ago I finally managed to get it done!! I wanted to write a fic with Jin because I haven’t written one staring him in like...a year.

Anyway!! I hope you all enjoy!

You've known for a while that your literature professor is...gifted. It’s not entirely rare, but it's not common either. Over time humans have developed special traits. Only 1 in 100 people are born with some type of unique ability, and thus far not many have attempted to use their ability for evil, so the "gifted" individuals blend in with the rest normally. In fact, most gifted individuals tend to keep their abilities to themselves, wanting to fit in, scared of being ostracized. Of course, this trend doesn't apply to everyone--and certainly not your literature professor, Kim Seokjin.

A 4.8 rating online, he’s known for interesting lectures and his daring good looks. He's new to the university, but despite only being here 2 years he's got over 30 positive reviews. So, you sign up for his class. You never care about how attractive your professors are--you’re here to learn, and that's that. At least...that’s what you tell yourself until you see Kim Seokjin on the first day of class.

He's young--baffling young compared to the middle age professors you always seem to have. His shoulders are broad--his black dress shirt stretched perfectly across his chest, the top button struggling to hang on. A pair of round rim glasses rest on his nose, slipping farther down when he smiles, and his plush pink lips are enviable.

The lecture hall hushes as he sets his bag down at the desk near the projector. As he bends down to retrieve his materials his dark brown hair dangles into his eyes, and he cutely huffs it out of the way.

Your heart palpitates, and you lean sideways in your seat, peeking around the head of the girl in front of you. With the new angle, you catch an eyeful of your professor’s ass, hugged by his dark slacks.

Fuck...you swallow. He really is attractive. Too attractive.

This is dangerous. In fact, it's more dangerous than you know.

Kim Seokjin coughs, turning to address the class, and any chatter that had started immediately dies. He smiles again.

"Hello all. I'm Professor Kim Seokjin, and I'll be teaching this class for the next 4 months. I'm sure we'll all get along just fine. However...I suppose I should address the elephant in the room before we get into the core syllabus material."

You frown. What elephant in the room...?

Seokjin sighs. "Yes, I'm a mind reader."

Oh. Your eyes go wide, cheeks flushing as you recall the unadulterated thirsting you'd done just a minute before. Fuck.

"No, I'm not reading your minds right now. I only read minds when I choose to, and trust me—" he smiles wider, eyes creasing pleasantly, but you can sense that this smile holds some sort of...threat.

"—if I choose to read your mind, you shouldn't feel honored. It means that I've caught you slacking off in my class. Daydreaming, napping, texting--I’m not scared to let your peers know what you've got on your mind."

His head tilts to the side, a quiet laugh slipping past his lips, and a few of the people around you visibly pale. You, yourself, find a lump caught in your throat, anxiety rising to the surface. At 21 years of age you know damn well that you have a terrible habit of daydreaming during lectures.

"Please keep that in mind as this class progresses, alright? I don't intend this to be a threat, but more as a gentle motivator for you to pay attention in my class. I like to think my lectures are interesting, and you're paying all this money for a degree, aren't you?"

A wave of quiet laughter sweeps across the room, the mood lightening, and Seokjin nods, pleased.

He starts up the sizable screen at the head of the room, pulls up the syllabus, and begins reviewing it with you all.

You follow along dutifully, sneaking prolonged glances at his handsome face and keep his warning tucked away at the back of your mind.

Pay attention--you have to.

A month in, you realize doing such a thing is easier said than done. And the other students must feel the same.

Despite your professor calling out someone in nearly every one of his classes, you find your concentration slipping.

In the fourth class, he calls out the girl in the corner, swiping through her Instagram feed beneath her table, thinking that he won't notice she's looking at her lap and not at the PowerPoint on screen. He tells the whole class how she's thinking about her date with a frat boy on Sunday--about how she's debating what to wear--and informs her that if she's so concerned about her outfit, she should just skip his class and stay home to figure it out.

Two classes later, he calls out a guy in the back row who hasn't looked up from his laptop the entire class, internet shopping for a new pair of kicks. Expensive ones. And tells him that if he knows he can't afford them, maybe he'd be better off paying attention in a class he's paying for, so he can earn a higher salary in the future.

Each time Kim Seokjin calls out a student, you find yourself both terrified and amazed. If that happens to you, you're not sure what you'll do--drop out of school maybe, but...at the same time you get a strange thrill from watching him use his ability. His eyes flash, emotions washing across his face as the thoughts of his target flood into his mind. You can see when he does it, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, his lips pressing together. The emotions that show on his face vary on his level of annoyance, and his surprise towards what his target is thinking. And it’s...somewhat mesmerizing.

You can't help yourself from thinking about him. Whenever you walk into his class and see him standing at the front of the room, as kind and as handsome as ever, your mind wanders. At first you wonder if he's married, or at least is dating someone. He's only 25, barely older than any of you, and, hell, probably younger than some, but with a face like that it'd be impossible for him not to be seeing someone, right?

Like this, your daydreaming about Kim Seokjin starts out innocent enough. You wonder about his past, and his hobbies. What was he like in college? Was he top of his class? Did he get the girls?

Luckily, you're pretty self-aware, and manage to pull out of your daydreaming when you begin to fall too far from reality. When you daydream, your professor’s voice simply becoming background noise, your hand moves on autopilot. If it weren't for your ability to multitask in class--brought on by over 10 years of schooling--you're sure you would’ve been caught by now. After all, since the first day you've always been right in his line of sight--middle section, second row, seat on the far left. You're not directly in front of him, the lecture podium a good 20 feet over, but you’re not protected by rows of other students either.

You're vulnerable, yet proficient at faking your attention.

At least...until the second month.

At the start of the second month of Kim Seokjin’s class, you step into the lecture hall in a…mood.

You're not quite sure how you feel...a little giddy, a little tired, and a little...needy.

It's been a while.

Sliding into your seat, you pull out your notebook and pencil, mind already wandering and thighs already rubbing together.

You imagine a pair hands on you--slipping under your shirt, tugging off your bra. You imagine palms cupping your breasts possessively, soft lips enclosing around your nipple. And when your professor walks into the room, on time as always, you see his handsome face and stunning body and you imagine that the person who's making you bend and moan in your fantasy is...him.

Kim Seokjin, your 25 year old literature professor, who reads minds.

On this day, you forget about that last part.

Seokjin starts his lecture, but you don’t hear a single word he says. You watch him as he moves around, noting the way his shirt hugs his form—tight around his chest but loose at the bottom. When he poses a hand on his waist, you note how thin he is despite his broad shoulders, and you imagine sitting on his lap, popping open the buttons on his shirt one by one, until it’s sliding off his shoulders. You fantasize about running your hands down his smooth chest, leaving light nail marks in your wake.

You assume he’d shiver, head lolling back, throat bobbing as you sneak your hand beneath the waistband of his slacks, palming at his thick erection. You’d keep him wanting more, teasing his cock through the thin fabric, testing how far you can push him before he snaps. And when he does, you bet he’d turn the tables, pining you down and teasing you right back.

You’re not sure what kinks he has, but you can picture him being light bondage, denial, overstim, spanking…

“Hey,” someone whispers, and there’s a tap on your thigh. Blinking, you look to the male sitting next to you, and his face looks a little scared. He angles his head to the side, and you look past him, color blooming on you face and chest as you notice that Kim Seokjin, the man you’d just been fantasizing about, is staring right at you.

Your jaw goes slack, heart jolting against your ribs as embarrassment and horror floods into you.

You can tell by the shocked look on his face and redness of his ears that…he’d just read your mind. While you’d been thinking about…him and…kinks…and…

Oh my god.

The class is deathly silent now, looking to your professor expectantly. It’s clear to everyone that he’s read your mind—he only pauses this long in his lecturing when he’s preparing to call someone out. However…after a few seconds, Seokjin coughs, and retreats to his desk.

“Please pay attention to the lecture.”

You nod your head—baffled, relieved, and unimaginably embarrassed—and then look down at your blank notes. A murmur passes through the lecture hall, and you can only guess that your classmates are now wondering what the hell you’d been thinking in order for your professor to have refrained from outing you.

Clearly this a first.

You’re the first person he’s left speechless…because you’d been fantasizing about having sex with your professor.

Keeping your head down, you find yourself unable to look up the remainder of class. And when the hour is over, students shuffling out of the lecture hall, you quickly shove your notes into your bag and make for the door. However, when you stand—daring to look up for the first time in 40 minutes—you find Kim Seokjin standing right before you, 2 rows down. His eyes meet yours, and you freeze, worry and embarrassment inhibiting your movements.

“I…,” is all you manage to say, cheeks heating up, before your lips press shut. Seokjin narrows his eyes at you, curious, and when he breaks eye contact, his gaze methodically raking down your body, heat pulses in your gut. His actions, and the reaction that had occurred because of them, makes you both terrified and excited at the same time.

Yet, right now, persisting embarrassment wins over, and after meeting his stare one last time, you turn and hurry out room.

You’re pretty sure you’ll never be able to attend his class again.

The inability to skip a class wins over, and at the beginning of the next week you find yourself entering the lecture hall once more. You pause at the top of the steps, debating stealing a seat in the back. Maybe if you become a hermit in the back of the class he’ll overlook you. Or—you look over and find a few classmates openly staring at you, watching to see what you’ll do—maybe if you sit in the back everyone else will get suspicious of what you were thinking about in class last week…again.

Sighing, you readjust your backpack on your shoulder and descend the steps, returning to your regular seat.

All you need to do is pay attention and not slack off. Surely Seokjin is just as embarrassed as you are, and you doubt he’ll try and read your mind again...you probably scared him off the first time.

Taking a deep breath, you pull out your notebook and a pencil. Other students continue filing into the room, and just as class is about to start, you hear the door at the back of the room click shut, which only happens when the professor arrives.

Gulping, you attempt to calm yourself down. There’s no reason for you to be so worried about this. He’d already read your mind! It was done and over with, so why can’t you just move on from it?

A memory flashes into your head—that of Seokjin looking you over after his class had ended last session—and you bite your lip.

Oh, that’s right. That’s why. Because you still don’t know what that one-over had been about. There was no way he hadn’t been disgusted by his student fantasizing about him…right?

“Alright class,” his voice rings out, and your attention snaps to him. He’s stood near the projector screen, smiling at you all. “Today, rather than doing a lecture, I’m going to have you fill out an evaluation pertaining to the course. You’ll write down your favorite pieces of literature, and elaborate on elements of them that you really enjoy. The English department is conducting this evaluation in order to get a better understanding of what type of books students enjoy reading. I’ll give you all 30 minutes to do the evaluation. After that, we’ll use the remaining half hour of class to discuss what you wrote down, sound good?”

The classes mumbles in understanding, and Seokjin picks up a stack of papers, moving to pass them out. He hands them to the person sitting at the end of every aisle, and since you sit on the far end, you aren’t forced to face him.

Relieved, you turn your attention to the evaluation, and begin filling it out. For you, who has always loved reading in your spare time, the questions are easy to answer. You know your favorite authors, and what elements you like to find in an author’s writing. Because of this, you fill out the paper in 10 minutes flat, left wondering why Seokjin had allotted a whole 30 minutes, until you look around and find that a lot of kids are struggling to write anything down at all.

Smiling to yourself, a bit amused, you set your pencil down and then recline in your seat. You debate pulling out your phone, but you know Jin has a no phone in class policy. But…what are you supposed to do for the next 20 minutes then?

Sighing, you fold your arms on the table and then lean down, using them as a pillow. Not wanting him to think you’re taking a nap, you make sure to peel your eyes open, gaze moving up to your professor.

At the moment, he’s paying you no mind, eyes glued onto the screen of his laptop. He’s likely using this time to catch up on email, or do some research—his pink lips pouted as he concentrates.

He really is so attractive…

Scanning downward, you watch his hands as he types, his ring finger free of any wedding band. You wonder if his job keeps him too busy to date, a bit ashamed as your find yourself feeling glad that he’s not clearly taken.

The image of Jin looking you up and down flashes through your mind once more, and you find yourself sighing, head snuggling deeper into your arms, yet your gaze doesn’t leave him.

Maybe he…maybe your professor hadn’t disliked your daydreaming, you begin to think, a small amount of foolish desire rising to the surface. Clearly he’d been embarrassed when he’d invaded your thoughts but…is that how a person who is feeling disgusted acts?

No, you realize. You don’t think he was turned off by it at all.

Uncalled upon, arousal starts to pool in your gut once more. The doubt and fear you’d felt when entering the lecture hall earlier melts away, and while you know it’s dangerous—that you might be crossing a line that you won’t be able to step back across—you allow your thoughts to wander once more.

You pick up where you left off—your hand palming his erection through his underwear. He groans, his grip on your thighs tightening—emphasizing his need for contact. Smiling, you lean up and kiss his jaw before sinking down onto your knees in front of him. His cock is clearly outlined through his briefs, and you ghost a hot breath over him, causing his fingers to tangle in your hair. His grip isn’t tight enough to be painful, but it’s enough to warn you that he won’t be able to take much more teasing. So, you finally furl your fingers around the band of his underwear and allow his cock to spring free. Above you, Jin breathes a sigh of relief which makes you laugh.

Tongue flicking out, you collect the small amount of precum that has escaped his length, being sure to make eye contact as you do. Jin’s grip on your hair remains, his eyes mesmerized as he watches you work at his dick, tongue flattening against his length.

You kiss and lick your way down him, but quickly remember he’s no longer in any mood to wait when he tugs at your roots. So, you give him what he wants—your hot, wet mouth swallowing his cock. You work at him slowly, hallowing your cheeks and taking him in deeper and deeper.

By the time his head skims the back of your throat a deep growl is resounding in Jin’s chest, his hips bucking slightly. The action causes you to choke, tears forming in your eyes—

“Y/N,” your name is called in a somewhat forced tone, and you snap out of your second perverted daydream to date, looking up to find your professor staring directly at you. His face is flushed, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat—and yet, you refuse to look away. Unlike a few days ago—when you’d been embarrassed at your actions and having been caught—this time you act boldly. You’d done this with the intent of being caught again, had you not? In order to see if you were right—if he actually is enjoying your daydreaming just as much as you are…

“Pass your paper down,” he continues, speaking slowly, as if trying to make sure he’s saying the appropriate words. Blinking, you look over to find that the male who had tapped you in the previous class to warn you is absent, hence why Seokjin had been forced to call you out himself.

Smiling apologetically, you pass your paper down the long table, the classmate who takes it from you flashing you a strange look that you understand is probably well deserved.

With the papers now being gathered, Seokjin moves to the end of the row to collect them—his body tense, and you notice right away. Eyes trailing on him casually, you watch as he moves back to his desk, straightens out the papers, and then after a few seconds releases a long sigh. The class waits for him to bring up the next item on the agenda—to start the discussion—but he ends up doing no such thing. Instead, he shifts a little awkwardly and then glances around the room, managing a grim smile.

“Sorry everyone, I’m suddenly not feeling too well…if anyone has interest in sharing what they wrote down we can do that during the next class. For now, everyone go and enjoy the rest of your afternoon. Have a nice weekend.”

Clearly a little surprised at his sudden change in health, the class is slow to get up. However, they listen nonetheless, and after a few seconds begin packing up their things and walking out of the lecture hall—glad to be done unexpectedly early.

Following along with the rest, you casually reach over and place your things into your bag before standing and slinging it over your shoulder. However, as you turn to leave you look to your professor once more—a smirk unintentionally spreading across your face when you find him staring at you. Unlike the first time, Seokjin’s eyes hold less curiosity and more…annoyance and…hunger?

Oh, you think, a sudden realization arising in your as you flick your eyes down to his slacks, the bulge pushing at his zipper apparent from where you’re standing.

You had definitely affected him this time.

Fuck.

Suddenly feeling warm yourself, your tongue darts out to lick your lips—unintentional once again, but you can’t betray what your body is feeling, it seems.

Switching you gaze to his face, you find that his stare hasn’t wavered one bit, and you make sure to meet his eyes—confident. You want him to know that you did this on purpose—your daydream this time was no mistake—and when his jaw clenches, throat bobbing once more, you’re positive he’s gotten the message.

With that, you turn to leave.

Professor Kim Seokjin watches your ass shamelessly the entire way out.

“I’m sorry…what did you just say?!” Namjoon sputters, his drink spilling from his mouth onto the table of the semi-busy pub. Jin sighs, massaging his temples as Yoongi elbows Namjoon in the side, scolding him for the over the top reaction.

“You heard what I said…don’t make me repeat it, please,” Jin mumbles, ears pink as he recalls the images that had flooded his mind a few hours before—the images that you had been thinking about in the middle of his class, AGAIN.

God, he rubs a hand against his face—he had been easily able to tell that you’d been daydreaming today in class as well, and had allowed his curiosity to get the best of him after the last time, but…he had never imagined you’d be thinking about…that…a second time!! And while staring right at him nonetheless!

However…he supposes it makes sense, considering the way you’d calmly reacted this time around. This time it had been…intentional, he realizes—and the thought alone makes his dick ache.

“I shouldn’t be feeling this about a student,” he grumbles to himself, forehead knocking against the table as he collapses into his arms, and with a sigh Yoongi reaches over and pats his back.

“So,” Namjoon starts, sipping on his drink. “Let me get this straight…a student in your Lit class was daydreaming a few days ago and you caught her daydreaming about…you and…well, you know,” he sweats when Jin sends a glare his way.

“And now today you saw her daydreaming again so you read her mind and…boom, same thing.”

“But this time she did it on purpose, and I know she did,” Jin nearly whines, causing Yoongi to roll his eyes. “The first time she was so cute and embarrassed and now…now she’s smirking and looking at my dick like she knows what she’s done and is proud of it.”

“Well, she probably is,” Namjoon mumbles, and Seokjin kicks him under the booth. Yoongi sighs, leaning back in his seat.

“Let me ask you though—what’s so wrong about that?”

Jin blinks. “…what?”

“I mean, she’s—,” he pulls Seokjin’s phone toward him, your student information from the universities database on screen, “—a 21 year old junior. She’s only 4 years younger than you—nearly the same age and Jimin and Tae—so what’s so wrong about you feeling attraction towards her? If you were a 40 year old professor trying to dick down a 21 year old student I’d get it, but you literally just graduated college 3 years ago, scored a teaching job after 6 months, and are now almost 2 years into a teaching career. You’re young, handsome, and still totally free to date whoever the hell you want.”

“But—”

“I agree with Yoongi hyung,” Namjoon cuts in, nodding wisely. “There’s no reason for you to hold back just because of this student-teacher thing—”

“Uh, YEAH, THERE IS,” Jin responds, finally getting a word in. “You two think I can just casually start fucking one of my students? So many things could happen! I could be fired, or worse—”

“Continue your yearlong dry streak,” Yoongi snorts, and then gets serious. “Listen hyung—is she dumb?”

“…aside from the daydreaming incident, no—she’s very intelligent—one of the best in the class.”

“And do you think she’d be someone to do this kind of shit just to trick you into losing your job?”

Jin sighs heavily. “No…but how do I know that for sure? How do I even go about talking to her concerning this?”

“You go ‘hey, can we talk? It’s about what happened in class the other day—here are my office hours’ and then if she accepts, you meet in a safe environment, talk it out, and then decided if you’re going to do anything with her or not. It’s not rocket science, hyung,” Namjoon says, flashing Seokjin a sympathetic smile. “It’s just like trying to start any other relationship, but with…a little more caution. Communication is key.”

“Guys…”

“You like her, think she’s smart, and she wants to suck your dick—just take a fucking leap of faith and talk to her,” Yoongi speaks, no room for argument.

Once again, Jin groans. He knows that his friends are right—and you’ve honestly caught his eye since long before this—during the first week of class if he’s being honest with himself. He’d spotted you and internally commented about how attractive you are in addition to your book-smarts, and had favored you ever since, but…before this week he’d never thought about you sexually. But…knowing that you see him that way and want to engage in such lewd acts with him? Well, it’s not exactly a turn-off.

“I hate when you’re right,” he ends up saying after a few minutes, and that night, before you go to bed, you find an email in your inbox addressed from none other than your literature professor, Kim Seokjin.

The email, in short, simply asks if you’d like to meet up and talk with him during his office hours, which, coincidentally, include a 3 hour timeslot the following day. A Friday, in which you don’t have work, and many students aren’t on campus.

Least to say, you respond first thing in the morning saying you’ll see him this afternoon, and proceed to freak out in the time leading up to your meeting.

Hours later, you step into the elevator, the doors sliding shut and carrying you up to the 5th floor where the English Department offices are. Your heart is pounding nervously in your chest, fingers fidgeting at your sides. You’d left your backpack at home, bringing nothing more than yourself, your phone, and a small purse.

You honestly have no idea what to expect—and you’re understandably anxious. Sure, you assume that you’ll be talking about what had been happening over the past week, but! Even knowing that doesn’t put you at ease. After all, you don’t know if he plans to “talk to you” by scolding you for your actions, or by...touching on topics a little less school appropriate.

A bell sound chiming, you glance up as the double doors slide open. When you step out into the hall, you immediately spot the offices you’re looking for to the left, and nervously venture inside. A secretary greets you pleasantly, asking what you need, and you tell her you’re looking for Professor Kim Seokjin. Before she can even finish pointing you towards which office is his, he appears.

Door clicking open, he steps out cradling a mug in one hand, and a few crumpled papers in the other. Since his eyes are downcast, immersed in whatever it is he’s reading, he fails to notice you standing there. At least—until the secretary coughs purposefully.

Pausing, Seokjin blinks and looks up, coffee mug nearly falling from his grasp when he sees you standing there.

“Y/N?!”

“Y-Yes?” Fuck you can already feel yourself blushing! Why the hell does he look so good today too?! “You did tell me to come to your office today, professor…”

“I…yes, I know. I just…sorry, gosh, hold on.” Putting himself together, he quickly walks into the small kitchenette near the secretary’s desk, sets his empty mug down, and then reemerges after taking a deep breath.

“You just caught me off guard, and I was embarrassed since I wasn’t paying attention when I walked out. Please, come in,” he says, smiling friendlily, and you nod, managing a smile back. When you enter the office, taking a seat in the chair in front of his desk, Jin hangs back to close the door. The sound of it clicking shut has your anxiety rising higher, but you know that for what you’re here to talk about…that’s something the secretary doesn’t need to eavesdrop on.

“So,” he starts, stepping behind his desk and easing into his chair. Still smiling, he leans forward, resting his chin in his palm. “Hello, Y/N.”

“Hi professor,” you respond after taking a deep breath, flashing a pleasant smile back at him. Knowing that you should just keep the conversation calm and honest as possible, you continue, “I’m sorry if the daydreams you caught me having over the last few classes made you uncomfortable…”

“Well,” he laughs, the sound charming, and your eyes trail on him as he leans back in his chair. “I have to admit at first I was rather…shocked. That’s never happened before, so I wasn’t quite sure how to act—”

“Which is totally understandable!!” you cut in, and Jin smiles at you again.

“But…the second time,” he flits his eyes up to meet yours, eyebrow cocking. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Annnnd—your blush is back. Jin grins, but shifts his hands to hide it. Cute, he thinks.

“The second time…was on purpose,” you admit, “but…you’re the one who spurred it on, I hope you know that.”

“Me?” he questions, a little surprised, and you smirk, rolling your eyes.

“Typically a professor mortified by his students thoughts doesn’t give her a casual one-over as class is ending, professor,” you tell him, and he has enough humility to blush at your words. “Especially after catching said student daydreaming about sucking his dick.”

“I--,” clearly flustered, Jin pauses to cough into his fist. “Well…my bad.”

He deflates like a kid embarrassed by his actions, and you are suddenly reminded of the fact that he, too, is only in his 20’s. He may be your professor but he’s still basically a kid fresh out of college.

“I mean…you don’t have to be sorry about it,” you say, treading cautiously. Curious about what you’re hinting at, Jin looks up at you, watching as your eyes shift nervously between him and the top of the desk.

“I’m just kind of…wondering what you meant by that stare. I wouldn’t think a professor would…be interested in his student in any way, but…I kind of want to know what you’re thinking,” you admit, motioning your hand around the room. “Like this—emailing me to invite me here. You wanted to talk with me, but…what about?”

“Well…,” Jin responds after a few seconds, seemingly a little hesitant. “I actually…god, lemme just say my asshole friends suggested I do this, so if this all goes terribly wrong you can blame them. And whatever we talk about today…can you promise me that it won’t leave this room?”

The stress and worry is apparent on his face, and you get the feeling that whatever he’s about to say could be devastating to his career, so you nod.

“Of course. Professor, no matter what happens today I respect you, and I promise I’ll say nothing that would damage your reputation here. Believe it or not I actually like your class.”

Your little joke causes him to smile, and immediately the mood lightens a tad, which you’re glad for.

“Ok, well…I actually called you here today to see if there was a…shot of something actually happening,” he admits, voice quiet. He rubs the back of his neck, glancing away and missing your look of shock.

“I don’t know if you were just fucking with me or if you’re actually interested in some kind of relationship with me, but…if you want to try it out then I’d be willing. And I don’t want you to think that I’d just be using your for sex!!” he clarifies, waving his hands. His cheeks are flushed bright red. “I swear I’m not that much of a dick! I just…ugh god sorry maybe I shouldn’t have done this.”

He groans into his hands, and you watch as he begins to cave in on himself. Your heart thumps against your ribs, too many emotions battling for control, but the first emotion to win over luckily ends up being sympathy.

“Seokjin,” you say, scooting forward in your chair. You reach your hands out, cupping his hands between yours, and, surprised, he allows you to pull his hands away from his face.

“Listen…I never thought you to be that type of person anyway. I know I only see you twice a week during class, but those few hours still allow me to get a glimpse at your personality,” you tell him, smiling, and Seokjin stares at you with wide eyes, a bit dazed.

He’s pretty sure you’re actually an angel.

“I really think you’re honestly a nice guy, and I have to admit, I’ve wondered how you manage being a professor when you’re still so young. There’s such a small age difference between us and yet you’re held as such high standards compared to me. I figured it’d never work because of that but…,” you look up at him, and Jin feels his heart flutter when he notices the pink rising on your cheeks. “If you want to do something with me…whatever that may be…I promise it’ll stay between us.”

“Whatever that may be,” Jin repeats, smirking. He shifts his hands, moving so your palm is resting in his, and then brings the top of your hand up to his lips. The kisses has you flushing an even deeper shade of red, but you don’t pull your hand away. Instead, you glance up at him through your lashes, teasing yet shy.

“I mean…you never actually clarified what it is you want from me, professor.”

“Well,” he says, and presses to his feet. He keeps his grip on your hand, gently tugging you up as well, and you find yourself coasting around the side of his desk to meet him. Nearly toe to toe, your gazes meet, and you feel a wave of anticipation course through you.

“I was hoping for a coffee date at some point, since that’s what all you youngin’s seem to be doing nowadays,” he says, grinning when you giggle. “Unless of course you want to skip cute dates and get right to what you were day dreaming about in class.”

His insinuation has a part of you wanting to crumple in embarrassment, but instead you persevere, deciding not to back off. Inching even closer, you cock an eyebrow at him suggestively.

“Why not both?”

“Both?” he echoes, and his hands slide against your waist, the previously casual atmosphere of the room turning heated. His grip is light, but sturdy, and you lean into him, your arms moving to drape around his neck.

“If you want,” you speak, half-lidded eyes unwavering, and you notice Jin’s gaze flit down to your lips.

“You did leave me with blue balls twice now,” he whispers, voice deep. You laugh, and press upward, Jin meeting you halfway.

“Let me make it up to you then.”

Your lips meet in a kiss that at first starts off slow and tentative. This is untouched territory, after all—you both know it’s a risk to be doing this.

And yet, the tension between you in nearly palpable—the need for something more—for the daydreams you’d both seen to meet their fruition—and it’s not long before the kisses turn heated. Caution thrown to the wind, your bodies melt together. Your hand cards through the hair on Jin’s nape, pulling him deeper, and he releases a small groan, his hands sliding down your waist to your hips. You feel his fingers dig into the meat of your ass, and you can’t help but moan, the sound becoming muddled when Jin slots his lips against yours, his tongue sneaking into your mouth.

He proceeds to kiss you silly, moving you so you’re pressed up against the edge of his desk. His thigh nestles between your legs, brushing up against your arousal, and you gasp—your hands moving to his shoulders and pushing him back. A string of saliva connects you, Jin’s eyes full of lust as he looks you over, but you still see worry paint his features.

“Sorry,” he says, and you immediately shake your head, pulling him in for another kiss—this one soft, and short.

“No—it’s fine. I just…,” you laugh, still a little breathless. “I needed air. I mean, I’m sure you want to steal my breath away, Seokjin, but damn.”

Your little joke causes him to chuckle, and his lifts his hands, cupping your face.

“Sorry about that. Let me try again.”

This time when he meets you his kisses are slow and languid—working your mouth open and rendering you helpless against him. The pleasure that had been seeping into every inch of your body becomes that much more apparent, and you grind upward, mentally pausing when you feel his hard-on heavy against your thigh.

Shit, you think, and drop your hands down to his waist, finger searching for the band of his fitted slacks. When you find the button, you waste no time popping it open, the zipper following soon after, and before Jin even realizes what you’re doing your palm is rubbing against his length through his briefs.

“Fuck,” he hisses, breaking the kiss. His head rolls back, lips parting as he breathes shakily, and you grin.

“Seems like you’re a little excited, professor.”

“Y/N, I swear to god…,” he says, a growl resonating throughout his chest. Rolling your eyes, deciding to take a risk, you move your hand beneath his briefs and curl your fingers around his cock. His girth surprises you, and you can’t help but look down, tongue darting out to wet your lips as you finally get an eyeful of his member.

“Oh my god,” you moan, experimentally rubbing your hand along him. Precum leaks out of his slit, and you smear it against your palm, coating his length with his own arousal.

“Do you like this, professor?” you ask, glancing up at him. A vein in Jin’s neck has popped out, his jaw clenched as he attempts to control himself. It’s almost a embarrassing how riled up you’ve managed to get him, but he doesn’t have time to consider his shame at the moment—not when your hand is still gripping his cock and tugging him closer and closer to his impending orgasm.

“Actually, I’d like it better if you made your daydream a reality,” he manages to say after a few seconds, and you pause, an image of you on your knees in front of him flitting through your mind.

Shit, you can do that.

Easy to comply, you nudge him back, and Jin falls into his chair. He watches you, surprised, as you sink down onto your knees, scooting forward to grip his member in your hand once more. When your pink tongue licks at him, catching another drop of precum, his fingers find their way into your hair—tugging at the roots on the back of your skull.

You debate teasing him about his apparent need for you to give him more, but decided to simply grant him what he wants instead. Dipping down, you lick a long, heavy strip against the underside of his cock before parting your lips and taking him in. Immediately his grip on your hair tightens, and you glance up at him though your lashes, sinking your mouth down onto his length.

At first, you move slowly—hollowing your cheeks and sucking him in. He groans, and your eyes never leave him. The expression on his face is one of absolute bliss, and it stirs you on—your mouth beginning to work over him quicker.  

You take him in as deep as you can, gagging when the head of his cock hits the back of your throat. It’s been a while since you’ve done this, so your control isn’t as good as it used to be, but even still you don’t let up—not even when Jin tugs at your hair, trying to pull you back.

“Y/N,” he warns breathily, looking down at you. His cock jumps when he finally notices that you’ve been watching him, eyelashes fluttering prettily and tears wetting the corner of your eyes, his cock stuffed between your rosy, spit-slicked lips.

“Fuck,” he hisses, and without warning his hips buck. You immediately gag, caught off guard by the action, and the first stripe of his seed coats your tongue as you pull off. The next spurt lands on your cheek, and you blink in surprise, your lips instinctively parting as you catch the rest of his cum on your tongue.

“Princess,” Jin breathes when he finally sees you—ropes of his cum staining your face and your mouth hanging open to show him how good you’d been. Heat flourishes in your gut at the pet name, and you blink at him innocently as his hand untangles from your hair, moving to caress your cheek.

“Swallow,” he says quietly, and despite the fact that his command has heat flooding into your cheeks, you listen. Closing your lips you swallow, and when you open your mouth to show him proof he groans again.

“God you’re so precious,” he says, and gently helps you back to your feet, kissing you as soon as you’re situated.

“Jin,” you whine around his tongue, and he pulls back, cocking a knowing eyebrow at you.

“Is someone needy?”

His words have you pouting, cheeks still pink with residual embarrassment, and your professor rolls his eyes, bending down to kiss you sweetly.

“I was trying to hold off so I could fuck you properly, but you refused to pull off remember? Either way, I think you deserve something too since you were so good for me.”

As he speaks, he grabs your waist, hefting you up onto the surface of his desk. His fingers fiddle with the button on your jeans, and he glances at you to make sure it’s ok—proceeding on his merry way when you nod, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

Popping your jeans open, Jin wastes no time in wrestling you out of them, your jacket following soon after—leaving you in just your panties, tank-top, and bra.

“How come you didn’t show this much skin?” you grumble as he slips the straps of your bra and tank down your shoulders, his hands moving to cup your pert mounds through the 2 layers of fabric.

“It’s unfair, isn’t it?” he smiles and bends down, pressing a few light kisses to the top of your breasts as he slowly pulls away the fabric hiding them from view.

“Next time I’ll show some skin too, I promise.”

You smile at his words, leaning back onto your hands as Jin stakes claim on your chest, his tongue and teeth teasing your left breast and his fingers toying with the right. Already aroused—dying to be touched where you really need it—it doesn’t take long for whines to begin slipping from your lips.

Your sounds cause Jin to laugh.

“Alright, alright~,” he says, knowing it’d be smart to not keep you waiting any longer. Retracting himself from your chest, he smooths his hands down your torso until his palms are resting on your inner thighs, gently nudging them apart.

You know without him telling you that you’re already soaked—though your thoughts are only confirmed when he pushes your panties out of the way, two of his fingers rubbing between your folds and catching your arousal.

“Fuck,” he groans, and you gasp when he slides said fingers between your walls. “You’re so wet, Y/N. Did you really like sucking my dick that much?”

“S-Shut up,” you stutter, arms nearly buckling when he continues fucking his fingers into you, adding a third when the second fits too easily. This time the stretch has you moaning, and Jin picks up his face, watching as you fall back onto your forearms—the pleasure overwhelming yet still not enough.

“Jin please,” you beg him, almost ready to cry. You need so badly to cum. You’d needed to ever since you’d gotten on your knees for him earlier, but had been too immersed in making him feel good to think about yourself.

“Shhh, princess, I hear you,” he says and leans up to kiss you, muffling your whines. At the same time, he slips his other hand between your bodies and begins working his fingers against your clit—a shuttering gasp escaping your lips as your pleasure instantly spikes.

“Fuck, Jin Jin Jin--!” you begin chanting in a quiet whisper, spine arching upward as he moves his fingers faster, curling them to hit your g-spot. His perfect aim in combination with the fingers on your clit quickly has you coming undone.

Seokjin knows as well that it won’t be much longer, so he kisses you again, swallowing your moans as you cum around his fingers—your walls gripping onto him for dear life. However, like the perfect gentleman he is, he fucks you through it—smiling down at you when you collapse back against his desk, chest heaving and skin prettily flushed.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, eyes shyly meeting his roaming stare, and Jin cups your cheek, kissing you softly.

“Are you regretting this yet?”

“Not at all,” you laugh, giggling in his arms as he helps you up. Once you’re back on your feet, you turn to survey his desk, blushing embarrassedly when you see that you’ve made a mess of it.

“Don’t worry!” he immediately reassures you, handing you your pants and watching you fondly as you struggle to get them back on.

“I needed a reason to reorganize anyway.”

“Sounds like an excuse,” you say, rolling your eyes, and Jin mimics you.

“So, care for that coffee date?”

“Now?” you say in surprise. Jin blinks.

“If you’re free, that is?”

“I mean…yes, I’m free,” you say, and then laugh. “It’s just…we’re doing this ass backwards.”

“Well, I’d say that’s your fault,” Jin says, reaching into his desk and grabbing his wallet. Unable to argue, you simply smile and watch him as he grabs his own jacket, moving to meet you on the other side of the desk.

However, before you can exit his office Jin stops you, pulling you close once more.

“I’m…really sorry if this is weird to you, but thank you,” he says, worry sneaking onto his features, and you shake your head.

“It’s not weird at all, Jin. I like you—so stop worrying.”

“Okay,” he responds with a breath of relief, and moves to turn off the lights. The two of you step outside his office, pausing as he turns to lock the door, and then freeze when you spin around the find the secretary still sitting at her desk.

The two of you glance at each other, scared shitless at the possibility that she may have heard, but decide to play it cool.

“Bye, I’ll be out for the rest of the day,” Jin speaks up, waving at the women as the two of you glide past her desk. Catching the motion, the woman looks up, blinking.

“What?” Moving her hair aside, she pulls out one of the headphones she’s wearing, and you and Jin almost collapse in relief.

“Sorry, my favorite artist just released an album and the office is nearly dead today, so I decided to take a listen.”

“No worries!” Jin assures her. “Just said I’ll be out for the rest of the day—take care!”

“You too!” she responds enthusiastically, clearly unaware of what had just happened behind Jin’s closed door, and when the two of you step into the elevator, the doors sliding shut, Jin takes a deep breath.

“So, no more fun times in your office?” you guess with a grin, and Jin nearly chokes on a laugh.

“Well…I wouldn’t say that, it’s just…,” he pauses, kicking back against the metal rail behind him, and his teasing gaze slides over to you. His next words have you flushing red for the millionth time today.

“Maybe I’ll have to invest in a gag before we try again.”

[yandereshit]

Mystic Yandere Shit [RFA]

Can you see that little hint in the name of the thing? It’s intented.

It may contain a bit of NSFW (not much though since I didn’t focus on… that aspect) and a bit more of angst, so be warned.

˙·٠•●♥ Zen ♥●•٠·˙

He always used to be a bit unfair about other people. You’ve seen him countless times talking to some women, most likely fangirls or actresses. He’d find your jealousy at those times incredibly cute and respect it, as you’re the only one he truly loves. Though, when it came to you talking with other men… He won’t take it easy, most likely threatening the guy to leave you alone in an over-protective manner you could eventually get used to. That’s what he wants after all - to protect you from all those beasts.

He doesn’t want you to leave his side. He will take you for rehaersals, sometimes seeming to not pay you too much attention as he’s, obviously, busy with his work. But he will keep his eye on you. Every time he hears you speak, he will focus on listening what you’re saying, even if he’s obviously not the one you’re talking to. Every person you’re talking to will be remembered by him and, you can be sure, he won’t be pleased if you actually talk to them more than absolutely necessary. He will always remind you to look at him and him only, no matter what he’s doing.

He’s extremely possessive, both in public and in private. Absolutely not ashamed of distinctly kissing you on a street or wrapping arms around you and glaring at everyone like a starving wolf “protecting” his prey. That’s what he’s became after all - an testy beast, whose only purpose is to claim you as his. If he feels like this, he will bite you, mark you in any way possible. It doesn’t matter if you’re in public, he will drag you to a blind alley to take you against a wall.

A yandere Zen is a violent sadist. He doesn’t mind you being hurt or scarred because of him, he’d obviously rather avoid scandals, but there will always be some excuses as to why your wrist is twisted or why there’s a bruise on your neck. His sadistic attempts are mostly sexual though, even during an argument he wouldn’t use force unless necessary. He will never hit you and your face may be only a bit bruised around your lips. He has a huge thing for bites, but not only gentle, romantical ones - he loves the vampire-like bites on your neck that make you vulnerable and too in-pain to even move. Every thing he does is to make you submit.

If you ever try or even sign that you want to leave, at first he will kind of laugh it off. But when he sees you’re stubborn, he will get quiet and cold, looking kind of depressed, he will sometimes snap at you to leave if you hate him so much. It’s not easy to leave him when he’s like this since he just looks too vulnerable… but if you actually try to, in an instant you’ll be either pinned down or tied to your bed, as the beast is awoken and ready to show you who you belong to.

The relationship with Zen evolves into him being somewhat kind and patient and you becoming indifferent towards what he does. The moment when you realize there’s no way out, he will soothe and comfort you, because he’ll notice that you finally gave up. He will just calmly convience you to submit to him. From now on, he will be gentle towards you and much more confident (and maybe even trustful?) toward you and your actions. This is the moment when you’re broken though and your will to fight has already vanished.

˙·٠•●♥ Yoosung ♥●•٠·˙

It all started innocently. He used to always ask you where you’re going, call you to make sure you’re all sound and safe. The questions and calls happened more and more often and at some point you could notice that you can’t move a single finger without his knowledge.

You know what “guilt tripping” means? Yoosung is the best at it. Are you trying to go somewhere on your own? “Don’t you want to spend time with me, MC?” Are you talking with some other guys? “You don’t love me anymore, MC?” He won’t tell you straight away to stay. But the saddness in his voice will make you stay anyway: you’ll always feel as if you’ve hurt him and you’re the only one to be blamed.

He’s highly manipulative in a relationship. He’s not the one to hurt you straight away, seeming rather submissive so that no one can actually tell anything against him. It’s more about emotional sabotage, he’ll wrap yourself around his finger and that’s the case - you won’t even know how quickly you’ve gotten into the spider’s web.

As every yandere, Yoosung is - obviously - jealous. He’s not the one to take you roughly on a street. In public places, he’ll always insist on you holding his hand, giving a clear hint that you’re already taken and no one should even try to talk to you. If that happens, he’ll at first look a bit insecure, but if he feels that it’s slipping out of his hands, he’ll start to complain about going home or things like this. He may just tell the guy in face that he should mind his own business and leave you alone. He won’t snap in public, but he’ll become very unpleasant.

As I said, he’s sub-like. When at home, he’ll fulfill all your wishes, making sure you’re always comfy and have not much to do, probably doing most of the chores. This way, he’ll feel free to say that he’s the best person you could be with. There’s no one that could be a better boyfriend, a better friend. He’s the only one you need, no excuses here.

If you’re trying to argue with him, he may get pretty angry. He’ll start with trying to guilt trip you and - if it somehow doesn’t work - he will eventually snap. He won’t be rough with you, but if he gets too mad, he will hit you - once and hard, so that you fall to the floor. He will obviously patch you up if needed, but only when he makes sure you’ve learned your lesson.

˙·٠•●♥ Jumin ♥●•٠·˙

He doesn’t have to be jealous. It’s more than obvious that you have no possibility to meet any other men anyway. A relationship with yandere!Jumin is quite obvious: he won’t let you out of his mansion. It’s actually like in his route: he will invite you to his place… and never let out. He’s going to keep conviencing you that you shouldn’t leave “right now”, but the “right now” thing will be carried on by weeks, until you realize that you’re not going to be let out anytime.

Jumin will most likely forget about Elizabeth 3rd. You’ll become his treasure no. 1. You can see a lot of respect and admiration in his words and composure, he will praise you and say how much he loves you. He will always want to be stay by your side like a guard angel.

It’s most likely that he will separate himself from the outside world. Depending on the degree of “addiction”, he may or he may not work at home. If Jaehee keeps pushing him, he can occassionally appear in the company, but most of his duties will fall onto her.

There’s that intriguing thing about Jumin that he tends to create his own reality. And so, it won’t be only “pretending” that you’re a cat: he’s ready to actually believe it. He will treat you like one and I don’t mean only having you wear a collar (with GPS, of course, it’s less likely to be taken off than anything else since he’s the one to keep the key). He will give you food in a silver bowl, making you crawl on the floor to get to it and eat without using your hands. He’s a perfect trainer, at some point making you actually believe that you’re a cat. It’s a strong psychological game of making you fall into his world and play along with his rules.

Jumin will probably treat you as if you’re unable to make choices on your own. As mentioned, any attempts to leave would result in him explaining that you can’t leave yet. The same would happen if you tried to reject his training. It’s incredibly difficult to make him lose control, but if he realizes that you’re not going to obey him, he will become awfully cold and lock you in a room/cage/dungeon (I bet he has one), not letting you out nor visiting for hours or even days, making you starve there until he’s ready to forgive you. And you better apologize properly.

He’s not a rough type. Even as a yandere, he can be subtle and gentle towards you. He will build the bond by giving you pleasure and either will he overhelm your senses with it or restrain you from it, expecting you to beg for it. His torture is a refined one. And to have a complete control over you is his major purpose.

˙·٠•●♥ Jaehee ♥●•٠·˙

She may not look like the one to be overly jaelous, but you can always see her glare at the boys that sometimes stare at you. At first she was only insecure about them, but at some point she started to feel kind of angry. She wasn’t a yandere to begin with - the nature will she develop in the relationship, and so she will slowly push the thing further, until she will actually kiss you roughly on a street to prove who you belong to.

Jaehee is aware of how attractive you are and that you can be found pretty by others. She’s almost scared that you’d leave her for a man (no matter if you’re actually gay or not) and she’ll always need to be ensured that you won’t. It’s a bit similar to Yoosung’s way, but not exactly. The emotional attachment will be a result of your good will and attempts to make her feel better. So she’ll wrap yourself around her finger, however it’ll be a result of your concern, that she will always use to bring you back to her.

The relationship won’t look unhealthy at first. She may build a strong bond between you two, but for a long time it will be really friendly and nice one. The things will change at some point, as she will start to actually control you. Unlike Yoosung, who started with controlling to make you attached, she will make you attached and then start controlling. 

She’s a busy person and so, she won’t spend as much time with you as she’d want. She’ll always want you to wait for her till she comes back from work, controlling your schedule to make sure you always do what’s planned. You won’t be even aware as to how much attention she gives to your plans. You’ll notice though, that every time you do something else than you should, she’ll instantly find you and patiently explain that you cannot ignore the schedule like this. She won’t let you explain yourself nor argue about this - she’ll treat you like a child who isn’t aware of what they should do and so they need to be taught.

Jaehee is surpsisingly dominant when it comes to your relationship. In a healthy one, she may be sub as well, but we’re talking about yandere thing and that’s the case: she will treat you as if you’re not mature enough to make choices on your own. And so, she’ll always make sure she’s the only one you can submit to, no way around.

She’s surprisingly patient, like a parent. She will calmly explain, if you’re doing something wrong. And if you at some point get angry, she will coldly keep stating what she thinks. She won’t use force on you though and so escaping her physically may be very easy… at least it would be, if she didn’t manage to convience you that you’re not ready to live on your own and she’s the only one that can take care of you so well.

˙·٠•●♥ Seven ♥●•٠·˙

You couldn’t even see it coming. Saeyoung, at first, is a stalker type of boyfriend. So as soon as you two start dating, he will observe your every single move. He will hack into all your devices and CCTVs in your neighbourhood, set cameras in all your rooms (bathroom too lol) and watch you 24/7.

He’s very good at hiding his actions. For a long time you won’t even notice how closely you’re observed. If you happen to not appear on his feed, he will call you straight away and cheerfully ask what are you up to. If he notices you may be in danger, he will come straight away, like a knight in a shining armour. He will be your guardian angel. And you won’t even realize when it turned into an abuse.

Saeyoung will become paranoid. At some point, camera feed won’t be enough and he will insist on having you around as often as possible, to the moment when he’ll make you stay at his place 24/7. He - being the Saeyoung we know - will seem to not pay you much attention when you two are together. He will see everything though. He will keep pushing you away, not caring much about what you do and not wanting to participate in it anyway. But he won’t let you out, you’re gonna be stuck with him and under his eye, even though he’s going to leave you even bore yourself to death.

Everything is for your safety. It’s obvious you can’t leave no matter what. If you try, he will either yell at you or just close the door so that you can’t leave even if you try to. He can lock you in his room or handcuff you to something so that he’s sure you won’t escape from him. He wants to be in charge and so, he will expect you to do whatever he tells you to, even if he won’t order you around too often. But if he tells you to eat, he expects you to eat. If he wants you to go to sleep, you have no choice but to comply. Because if you keep being stubborn, he may eventually snap. If he’s mad, he will yell at you, saying a lot of awful things. And if it goes too far, he’s also ready to hurt you physically: either hit you, push you roughly onto a wall, slap you… Apologizing him right away is the only way to make him calm down, because his wrath never lasts too long.

As the time passes, he’s going to be more paranoid and nervous. He will take over your life with force, expecting you to fulfill every single of his weird expectations. It may be to the point of him not letting you eat what you want and giving you what he wants you to eat. He’s the type of a person to destroy himself from inside, at some point his mental health eventually gives up. He’ll become unstable and distracted, snapping every time something goes not as planned.

His psyche at some point won’t be able to afford it, it’s just too much for him. He doesn’t understand what’s wrong with him, but he will carry on lying that he’s doing the best he can and that you’re happy. There are two possibilities as to how it may end: either he will become completely apathetic, devoid of feelings and eventually so depressed that all his actions will be only “mechanical”, he will actually stop caring about everything around. The other option is that he will become unstable to the point of deciding to take your lives as it’s too dangerous for you to carry on living. So he will kill you and then - himself.

It went a bit more angsty than planned. 

[whereareroo]

COLD KNEES?

WF THOUGHTS (1/28/20).

"Ain't ur knees cold?"

I'll never forget those words. Let me explain.

I start most days with a run. Almost always, I run the same route. It's about 5 miles. I tend to run soon after sunrise.

For the past few years, several times a week, I've been passing a little old lady. She runs, soon after sunrise, in the opposite direction. We always pass in the same area. For me, it's around the 4 mile mark. It's a little weird.

I always get a boost when I see this lady. She's a tiny little thing. She's short, maybe around 5 feet tall. She can't weigh more than 100 pounds. She's 80 years old, or older.

She's particularly inspiring on the very hot days. South Carolina is very hot in the summer. In the hot months, it can be around 80 degrees at sunrise. Even very early, the humidity can be brutal. The old lady is out there anyway. She doesn't run fast, but she keeps moving along.

We never pass right next to each other. We're usually on opposite sides of the road. Sometimes, one of us will be on the street and the other will be on the path that is adjacent to the street.

When I first started passing this lady on a regular basis, and I realized that this was becoming a "thing," I started to wave to her. When I wave, I also give a "thumbs up." My first greetings were ignored. I didn't give up.

Over time, the ice was broken. She started to wave back! Then, miracle of miracles, she added a "thumbs up" to her wave. That's been our thing for a long time now. We do a wave, a thumbs up, and a big smile. We've never spoken.

It was cold this morning. When I went out the door, it was 39 degrees. I run in shorts anyway. I don't like to run in pants.

As I approached my 4 mile mark, a strange thing happened. I was on a raised boardwalk that runs over a marsh. The old lady was running right towards me. I'd never seen her on the boardwalk before. She always runs on the road that runs alongside the boardwalk.

When we were about 15 yards from each other, we did our thing. We did the wave, the thumbs up, and the smile. Then she spoke! She said: "Ain't ur knees cold?" Stunned, I said: "Yes." Neither of us stopped running. We passed and kept moving.

"Ain't ur knees cold?" Forevermore, that's what I'll think whenever I see my friend. Our relationship has taken a big step forward.

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6 Suggestions To Practice a Cussed Canine

People are social animals and thrive within the firm of others. All of us love mates, households, and completely different relationships. The enjoyment of being collectively and understanding that we’ve got somebody who cares for us is just distinctive. The draw back, although, is that we don’t take being ignored kindly. It hurts and might get irritating after a degree.

Now, think about your finest good friend doing that to you. And, we aren’t speaking about human finest mates, we’re speaking about our furry finest mates. Canine take advantage of superior companions ever!

If this bundle of pleasure refuses to hearken to you or come to you once you name him, you’ve got an excellent cussed good friend. It could be okay for some time as a result of each canine, like each human, has a singular persona and we should embrace it. The issue, nonetheless, arises throughout coaching. Cussed canine don’t reply simply to coaching and might have particular consideration. This doesn’t imply that they’re harmful canine! There isn’t a such factor as a harmful canine. They only want extra endurance than a median, supremely excited canine.

Is coaching actually required?

Earlier than we soar into the guidelines, we wish to discuss concerning the significance of coaching as a result of many individuals have particularly requested us about it. They appear to suppose that canine don’t want coaching and can “simply be taught” the methods of life. Please perceive that irrespective of how a lot you’re keen on them and irrespective of how shut they’re to you, they’re nonetheless animals.

They don’t perceive the foundations that people created, and they don’t seem to be born with a pure intuition to simply choose up no matter home guidelines you’ve got. Fido must be potty skilled, to not pull on the leash throughout walks, and learn how to act when there’s human meals round. All that is potential provided that you train your canine.

6 Tricks to Practice a Cussed Canine

Now, let’s learn to prepare a cussed canine who merely refuses to budge on command. It gained’t enable you to or your canine if you happen to get pissed off and yell your head off. It would assist solely once you act. Prepared? Let’s go.

Go step-by-step and be very affected person

We’ve already established that your canine is cussed. So, speeding into the coaching course of will solely irritate him and annoy you. Cussed canine want plenty of endurance, and it’s essential to settle for that. Make him get used to the rewarding system with acquainted behaviors. This may train him that coaching shouldn’t be punishment and that he might be a really, superb boy if he learns what you are attempting to show him.

It’s completely acceptable to begin with the easy command to sit down.

1. Present him learn how to sit or level on the ground. 2. Use your individual methods and the second he sits, reward him. three. Attempt it once more. four. Give him plenty of treats and be light with him.

As soon as he begins seated, you may make a minor change in your routine. You may have another person come into the room whereas coaching and see if he nonetheless sits once you ask him to. Attempt it a number of instances, and he’ll begin specializing in the coaching whatever the distractions.

It’s essential to take it gradual and regular as a result of if it will get too tough, your canine will surrender. He’s a cussed man, and any pressure or damaging vitality will trigger him simply to place his foot down. If he reaches this stage, issues will worsen. So, it’s essential to keep away from it at any value.

Consistency is vital

Coaching a cussed canine can take a number of weeks or months. However, this will simply stretch in case your coaching strategies lack consistency. We’ve observed that canine homeowners complain to no finish that their canine simply doesn’t be taught. Nevertheless, their pup isn’t at fault in any respect!

Knowingly or unknowingly, each member of the family provides your pet completely different cues for sure habits. This makes your pooch confused as a result of he doesn’t know whether or not he’s doing the precise factor!

For instance, think about you’re ten years outdated and in a classroom. Your English trainer taught you that your notes can be thought of full provided that you employ blue ink. Your science trainer, then again, provides you full marks although you used black ink by mistake. Now you’re confused about whether or not you should use black ink or whether or not it’s essential to persist with blue!

You may solely ask your trainer and do no matter informed. Your canine, nonetheless, doesn’t have that selection. The confusion will frustrate him and possibly even find yourself making him aggressive!

these easy, healthful treats are good for any coaching session

To treatment this, be certain that all your loved ones members are concerned within the coaching. In case you are coaching him to get his meals solely when he sits down, all your loved ones members ought to do the identical. If somebody provides him a deal with when he’s leaping, and/or scratching their leg, it’s again to sq. one. The identical rule applies to couch privileges, peeing exterior, and so forth.

Constructive reinforcement is important

Do you know that yelling and punishing will solely create anxiousness, concern, and aggression? Punishment doesn’t work in any respect, and it’s hopeless to attempt it. Sure, your cussed canine can get in your nerves typically however keep in mind, you’re all he has! He lives to please you and would by no means do something to anger you. Canine are harmless like that. However, it takes coaching and plenty of love from you to grasp what you count on from them.

So, embellish each coaching session with loads of treats after which see how shortly your canine learns. Let’s have a look at this with one other instance. This time let’s speak about walks and the way canine have a tendency to tug on the leash.

1. While you take him out for a stroll, cease on the door and look forward to him to look again for you. 2. Don’t yell at him to see you or something. three. Simply stand and look forward to it. four. When he does (and he’ll), give him a deal with. In case you are utilizing a clicker, click on after which deal with. 5. Now, stroll a little bit additional and repeat.

Cease, click on, deal with.

Stroll once more and when he begins to tug, cease. When he appears to be like again, click on and deal with! Proceed this on daily basis, and over time, he’ll cease pulling with out you yelling your lungs out or threatening to hit him.

Preserve Him Targeted Through the Coaching Session

In case you are coaching your canine in a room, ensure you take away any and all distractions from it. This contains toys, objects that he would wish to chew on, pointless noise, and so forth. Even well-behaved and a correctly skilled canine will get tempted by toys. Moreover, cussed canines particularly search for distractions. Make it straightforward for you and your pooch by eliminating this chance altogether.

In case you are coaching him within the yard or outdoor, placing him on a leash is essential. In any other case, he could run when he sees a hen or begin chasing somebody he finds thrilling or suspicious. All the time having a leash useful will reduce such mishaps.

Make It a Behavior

Coaching on your canine must be like brushing your enamel for you. It ought to grow to be a behavior. Simply doing it for a month or so and forgetting about it is not going to assist. It gained’t take greater than a few days on your canine to neglect all the things and behave nonetheless he needs to. Since he’s cussed and tends to love doing issues his method, that is much more necessary. As soon as it turns into a behavior, it can grow to be a lifestyle for each of you. Then, it is going to be extra snug, and your companionship will enhance as properly!

Take the Assist of a Coach

Whereas we strongly suggest that you just prepare your cussed canine your self, typically a little bit assist can go a great distance. If in case you have an grownup canine or if he’s displaying indicators of tension, it could be a good suggestion to depart it to the specialists. Rent knowledgeable coach with plenty of expertise and good critiques. He/she’s going to have the ability to information you and your canine to happiness.

Don’t settle with simply any coach. A couple of trainers use punishment to coach canine, and as we already talked about earlier than, that may have an effect on your canine badly. Select a coach who follows reward-based methods. Ask for references and converse to them so that you just get a transparent concept. Additionally, don’t hesitate to ask a number of inquiries to clear all of your doubts. When you find yourself assured, go forward.

Bonus tip – Buy scrumptious treats and comfy gear akin to leashes. Don’t use shock collars and different such instruments to coach your canine. A wholesome canine is a contented canine!

We hope you observe all these tricks to prepare your cussed canine. There’s nothing higher than to see you and your canine spend a contented, loving life collectively with none kind of frustration. In spite of everything, our pups are our greatest, most loyal mates, and deserve nothing lower than all of the love on the earth!

In regards to the Creator Kritika Ponia: I’m 30% human and 30% pug. The remainder of me is loopy blended in water. When I’m not writing professionally, I’m writing personally or forcing cuddles out of my pug. I’ve extra doggy-friends than human mates, and I am keen on writing about pet care and well being. What else do I write about? (Human) healthcare & wellness, expertise, biology, physics, social media, style, and oh, emotional wellbeing!

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Speed Freaks’ Co-Op: 70 Years of HOT ROD Specials

HOT ROD’s Most Legendary Project Cars

In HOT ROD Magazine’s extensive project-car history, few machines earn more respect than the Specials. These are competition vehicles that HRM has personally raced, supported, or sponsored—from land speed to marathon boat racing, and everything in between. Without a doubt, mechanical maniac Ak Miller and intrepid HRM Editor Ray Brock share a bulk of the responsibility for these insane adventures, reaching from the deserts of Mexico to the peaks of Colorado in everything from homebuilt, aluminum-chassis hot rods to near-stock Rancheros. With these racers and their machines, HRM has been able to leave its mark on legendary races like the NORRA 1000, Pikes Peak International Hill Climb, Bonneville Speed Week, and the Mille Miglia.

Ak Miller’s Caballo de Hierro (Caballo I)

HRM first sponsored Ak Miller’s “Horse of Iron” in the 1954 La Carrera Pan Americana Large Sports class, with Ray Brock and Wally Parks covering Ak’s second attempt with co-driver Doug Harrison. The purpose-built road racer started with a 1927 Model T body dropped onto a narrowed 1950 Ford chassis. Four Stromberg carburetors fed a poked-and-stroked 357ci Olds V8, which powered a 1953 Lincoln rear axle via a 1937 Caddy transmission that was backed by a 1935 Nash overdrive (enabling cruising speeds up to 130 mph). The grinning, high-fendered hot rod was driven round trip from California to Mexico to “find any weak links in the parts system,” finishing eighth in 1953—despite suffering daily ring-and-pinion failures with the original 1950 Ford axle—and fifth in 1954 as the first HOT ROD Special (trailing four Ferraris) before donating many of its guts for Caballo II. Caballo I’s sacrifice was in keeping with the original “How backyard can we be?” build mantra, but its remains were sold off and lost not long after.

Ak Miller’s Caballo II

Before crowd-funding as we know it today, HRM (and its readers via mail-in donations) sponsored Ak’s “Caballo II,” now featuring a purpose-built tube-chassis and aluminum bodywork inspired by the Italian O.S.C.A roadsters of the era. A 10:1, 392ci Chrysler Hemi was topped with Hilborn injection and Ak geared it for speeds up to a whopping 180 mph. This was necessary because the Pan Americana team wasn’t returning to Mexico for 1957 due to the race being canceled for safety concerns—instead, they were heading to Italy for the high-speed, 1,000-mile Mille Miglia rally. Things just weren’t meant to be, however. Even though Ak and the crew managed to rebuild Caballo II after a garage fire just weeks ahead of shipping, the car cracked a brake drum 300 miles into the race and was forced to retire. Despite the setback, Caballo II ran at Bonneville (177.42 mph) before racing in the SCCA at Palm Springs and Riverside. Unlike Caballo I, this prolific HOT ROD Special was saved and recently restored by Tom Shaughnessy.

The Suddenly 1957 Plymouth Savoy

Despite the fact that 1960 models would bring much subdued tail fins, Virgil Exner’s 1957 Plymouths were a leap ahead in styling for the stodgy brand. “Suddenly it’s 1960” was the factory slogan, but the yellow Savoy was affectionately called “Suddenly” as the Tony Capana–built, alcohol-burning, 389ci Chrysler Hemi was set between the fenders where Bob Hedman, founder of Hedman Hedders, worked his tubular magic. Good for 448 hp, with “well over 500 horses available at a gentle tip of the nitro can,” Wally Parks entered Suddenly in the Experimental class of NASCAR Speedweeks’ top-speed event at Daytona Beach. Along with Ray Brock, Wally reset the class record with a two-way average of 160.175 mph. With that feat behind them, a new nitromethane motor built by Dean Moon was targeting Bonneville’s D/Fuel Coupe and Sedan record when Wally allegedly made the fateful call of, “Make it go or make it blow!” after a disappointing 164-mph first pass—and they did just that. Ray made a 178-mph qualifying pass with more nitro in the mix before turning around and windowing the Hilborn-injected Hemi at 183 mph on a would-be record run—faster than any other stock-bodied American car at the time. After the high-speed hijinks, Suddenly was sold as a daily driver to Howard Cams’ Howard Johansen and his children. While the original car has been lost, Hedman Hedders keeps the replica that Ray and Wally built with Jim Travis in the late-1990s inside Ak Miller’s shop. It has recently been used in standing-mile events.

Jerry Unser’s 1957 Ford Fairlane

“HRM Goes Hill Climbing,” proclaimed Ray Brock in the Sept. 1957 issue as a HOT ROD Special entered the Pikes Peak International Hill Climb for the first time. Jerry Unser entered this factory-supercharged 1957 Ford after the AMA motorsports ban pulled the Big Three’s money out of racing, and with “Suddenly” lacking a competitive hillclimb engine between Daytona and Bonneville, Ray reached out to sponsor Jerry Unser as the newest HOT ROD Special, a first for America’s Mountain. The 312ci, “F-Code” Y-block pushed Jerry to a 15:23.7, winning the Stock class that year (also competing in the ’57 Motor Trend 500). 1958 would be a rougher story, with the Ford rolling on race day, despite showing promise in practice.

Ak Miller’s 1958 Pikes Peak HOT ROD Special

Fresh off “Caballo II,” Ak was called upon by Ray Brock to enter his new “sports car” in the 1958 Pikes Peak International Hill Climb. Utilizing an aluminum frame and Ferrari-inspired body, Ak’s new machine ran an injected, 340ci small-block Chevy with a Corvette four-speed splitting gears ahead of a Halibrand quick-change. The car had only seen a few runs at Riverside, and on Pikes Peak’s slithering dirt road, the high-powered, 1,800-pound banshee struggled for traction. Going so far as to strap in an 80-pound truck flywheel as ballast, the last-minute development paid off with a 15:23.7—winning the Sports Car class for 1958.

Ray Brock’s 1962 Chrysler 300 and Plymouth 413 “Suddenly Too” NHRA SS/SA Stockers

Ray Brock was a busy staffer in 1962, campaigning two 413ci Mopars in NHRA’s Super Stock class. “We had been photographer-reporters for the past several Nationals,” Ray wrote in 1962. “This year we decided to participate as a competitor, too, and learn the story from the inside.” The Chrysler 300 began as an early pre-production model that turned a 14.73 at 95.74 mph as-received. By removing the rudimentary manifolds (production models later came with high-flow cast headers) for a set of custom 4-2-1 headers; chopping weight out; inserting the more-aggressive production camshaft (284 versus 292 degrees); finding used, worn-out taxi shocks for less rebound damping up front; and trying the usual bag of tricks, driver Gary Nichols netted a best elapsed time of 12.88 and best mph at 108.40 during the 1962 Winternationals. Just a few months later at the U.S. Nationals at Indy, Ray entered the “Suddenly Too” Plymouth as a nod to the 1957 HR Special. The Max Wedge–powered Plymouth ran a 12.83 at 114.35-mph pass in the first round of eliminations only to “goof it at the line” against the Ramchargers, Chrysler’s skunkworks effort.

Rudy Ramos’s Cream Puff

You won’t often find boats in the pages of HOT ROD, but we tend to make exceptions if there’s an Allison V12 involved. Such was the case in the 1960s with Rudy Ramos’s “Cream Puff.” With 1,710 ci of violence on the stern, Cream Puff participated in 500-plus-mile inland marathon races from 1961 until the late-1960s. While it took a few years to sort the handling evils of this 20-foot missile, Rudy began taking wins in 1964 with the Lake Berryessa Six-Hour and Salton City 500 marathons and again in 1965 with the Salton Sea 500. As the 1960s progressed, big-block V8s had caught up and Cream Puff, with its massive V12, was retired. Thankfully, Buddy Bar Casting’s John Fell bought Cream Puff in 1991, recently completing the restoration on one of HOT ROD’s most unique Specials.

Ray Brock and Ak Miller’s 1968 Ford Ranchero

Now one of the more famous HOT ROD Specials after Freiburger and Finnegan built a spiritual successor for the Alaskan ice racing saga of Roadkill, Ray Brock and Ak Miller’s lightly modified, 390ci Ranchero GT was a surprisingly successful effort in early desert racing. With skidplates added for protection up front and an additional pair of shocks and overload springs and limiting cables on the leaf-spring shackles in back, the factory-fresh Ranchero managed to win its class in the inaugural 1967 NORRA 1000, the grandfather of the Baja 1000, with a 32-hour, 50-minute time. Not only that, it backed that win up with a 1968 class-victory run of 25 hours and 7 minutes! Ak was adamant about racing purpose-built sports cars after running his 1953 Olds in Pan Americana with maximum deterioration, but the Ranchero proved to be a natural record-setter for 2WD production classes.

Jim Ewing’s 1953 Studebaker

Grey Baskerville rode with Bell Tech/Super Bell’s Jim Ewing in his “lewd, rude Stude” while working on this 1992 Bonneville story. The plan was to run 200 mph at the salt flats before driving it back to Vegas, but the electronically injected big-block Chevy would have none of it. The 598ci, alcohol-fueled Stude featured an experimental 4L80E for street use, but as Grey laid out in his first two rules—“Rule number one, there is no such thing as a dual-purpose car…Rule two, don’t believe rule number one”—the combo began to nose over at 212 mph during the test pass. After finding the engine bay covered in oil upon returning to the pits, the big-block dropped a valve during diagnosis. Thankfully, the carnage happened at a standstill instead of two-bills, but the failure emphasized a necessary skillset in racing: knowing how to pick up and start again. “When there is a call for a haul, forget the first two rules. We shall return,” Ol’ Dad wrote.

Cruz Pedregon’s Pontiac Firebird Funny Car and Bobby Labonte’s Pontiac Grand Prix NASCAR

To celebrate HRM’s 50th anniversary, we teamed up with Interstate batteries to sponsor Cruz Pedregon and Bobby Labonte during their 1998 competition seasons. This lead to Cruz’s Firebird Funny Car dominating the Mar. 1998 issue of HRM with a story on his new partnership with Joe Gibbs racing, who was also behind Labonte’s NASCAR program. In 1998, 5,000 hp and 4-second e.t.’s were the talk of the day (now 11,000 and 3 seconds, respectively). “I’ve had a burning desire to get back into drag racing ever since we blew up our dragster in the early 1960s and didn’t have the money to get it fixed,” Joe explained. That year, Cruz reset the National e.t. record three times while wearing the HRM livery—probably not a coincidence, they surely learned something from us…right?

Keith Turk and David Freiburger’s 1980 Camaro

Disappointed with the state of HOT ROD’s land-speed racing involvement in the late-1990s and aughts (none at all), Freiburger found Keith Turk and his So-Al Racing Camaro in 2004, and the duo worked out a coast-to-coast deal: Keith and his wife, Tonya, would loan their LSR 1980 Camaro in exchange for David’s engine-building experience and 200-mph thirst. Freiburger got a taste of it during testing at the 2004 Texas Mile, with him (200.192), Keith (205.697), and Tonya (208.194) breaking into the 200-mph club before dropping oil pressure in the blown small-block. Thankfully, an oil-pan swap and some plumbing changes ensured enough oil stayed in the pan for sustained 7,000-plus-rpm runs, and David clicked off a 241.582-mph qualifying pass before turning it around with a 244.449 return pass—solidifying his name in the Bonneville 200 MPH Club with a 243.015-mph average. When the stock-bodied Camaro made its Roadkill debut, it had been as fast as 261.602 mph across the salt. We hope to see the Turk/Freiburger HOT ROD Special return, and if you’ve been watching Roadkill: Extra, you’ll find some recent progress.

Kevin Wesley’s 2016 Dodge Viper ACR

With the 100th anniversary of the Pikes Peak International Hill Climb looming, it was time for HRM to return to the hill. This time, SRT provided its track-record-fiending Viper ACR for Time Attack 2, with the intent on dominating the high-tech Acura NSX with its big-aero and brute-force 8.4L hammer—which was due to end production the following year. The stars aligned for HRM hot shoe Kevin Wesley, who piloted the naturally aspirated Viper ACR to a 10:39.964 after a melted O2 sensor wire put the car into a five-cylinder limp mode just a few miles from the finish. Despite being horsepower-challenged at the highest altitudes of the race, the PPIHC rookie secured Second Place in TA2 behind the turbocharged NSX.

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