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fruityutas · 4 years ago

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𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 ⊱ 𝘄.𝘆𝗸

stoner!yukhei x reader

not proofread

genre ~ fluff, smut, highschool!au, richboy!yukhei

wc ~ 4k

synopsis ~ yukhei is your school’s weed dealer. he and his 6 friends all smoked in the back lot of the school every day after third period. you avoid his group because you don’t want to be seen as a trouble maker, but when you’re paired up with yukhei for a science project, you can’t exactly stay away for long.

warnings ~ cursing, drug use, sex with a condom

science was probably your least favorite subject. that and you were forced to take it at 9 am every day. what’s even worse is that you had to be in the same period as yukhei, or xuxi, as he liked to be called. the boy was as loud as he was tall. and oh my god, he was tall. luckily, he sat on the opposite side of the room from you. the teacher had to place him there because he was always playing around in the back.

you’re tugged out of your thoughts when the teacher finally stands up from her desk and starts talking about a partner project. she begins assigning partners, and everyone starts complaining. she hushes them and keeps setting random people together. “y/n and yukhei.” the laugh that comes from one of his friends, xiaojun, makes you roll your eyes. you turn to see them both looking at you, and yukhei gives a friendly wave, to which you return an awkward one. the teacher tells everyone to pair up with their partners and brainstorm ideas for the project. you make no moves to yukhei, so he just comes to you. you get out a pencil for him because you knew he didn’t bring one. he accepts it with a knowing blush on his face. “thank you.” you nod and begin writing ideas in silence, but yukhei keeps up talking. “so what are you thinking? i guess you’re not the speaking type huh?” you shoot him an incredulous look.

“no, i just don’t talk to you because all you do is skip class to go smoke.” it was a harsh response but it was the truth. his smile faltered and an awkward laugh slipped from his lips. “i- that was rude of me, i’m sorry yukhei. i just don’t want to be the only one to actually do the work on this project.” he nods slowly while keeping the eye contact. the more you look at him, you realize that he is quite attractive. his face is so symmetrical and his lips, god his lips. they look so kissable, soft and plump. you get so lost in thought you don’t realize he was trying to continue the work for this project.

“y/n, are you ok?” he waves his hand in your face, snapping you out of your dreaming. “you zoned out there for a second, did you get enough sleep last night?” “yes yes my bad, i just… was thinking.” the blush on your face made him laugh a little. “ok, so back to this project, we can work on it at my house since my parents are almost never home, if that's fine with you?” “that’s fine but why are they never home?”

“oh well they go on business trips a lot, ‘cause they’re high ups in the companies they work for.” you felt like his tone was hiding sadness, the fact that his parents were never there to see him or spend time with him must’ve hurt. “well now you have me to keep you company! other than your friends, of course.” the smile that graced his face made you feel warm inside. you exchanged numbers just as the bell for lunch rang, and you sat back to watch him leave with xiaojun.

that afternoon he texted you his address and asked if you could work on the project today, to which you agreed. when you got there, you were not expecting the mini mansion that it is. sure, you knew yukhei wasn’t poor, but his house is huge. you text him to let him know you’re here while you walk up to his front door. he opens it before you can even stop walking. “thanks for coming today, i kinda wanted to get to know you better while we work.” your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “really? i wasn’t expecting that, honestly. i just thought you wanted to get it done quickly so you wouldn’t have to talk to me.” he shakes his head quickly and pulls you in the house.

“please don’t think that i don’t like you, i’m sure you’re a really sweet girl. i think we got the wrong first impression of each other.” you giggle in agreement, which sends yukhei’s heart into overdrive. he has always found you cute, but he never had the courage to act on it like he had with others. the boys always teased him for it, saying that a drug dealer shouldn’t have trouble asking a girl out, but he always threatened them with revoking their “friend discount” of 90% which usually shut them up. the two of you continued the work that you’d started in class and got fairly far, when the front door swung open. you snapped your head up to see his six friends filing in. you knew all their names from talk around school, and it’s no surprise they know yours. ten and yangyang both stare at you with slight disdain while the others go in different directions of the house.

“have you finally managed to get her pants down?” tens question makes you choke on air and yangyang just cackles. they both take seats on the large couch as if they live here, which they most likely almost do. yukhei starts speaking angrily in mandarin while you awkwardly get up and go into the kitchen for a drink. you find hendery in there playing with yukhei’s dog bella. he straightens up when he sees you and doesn’t make eye contact. you nod at the fridge so he’d move, and he asks you, “so are you like, smart? because i need help in algebra. i just don’t understand the whole domain and range thing.” you stare at him for a second before bursting into laughter. “hendery, why in the world is that the first question you ask me? i can help but i’m not gonna do the work for you.” his vigorous nods make you think his brain is knocking around his skull. you pat his shoulder lightly before walking back into the living room where kun and sicheng have also joined the other three. “so i should probably get going, since your friends are here, but uh, text me when you wanna work again?” he begins to protest your leaving. “no no, please stay. you can meet my friends.” you shoot a look of hesitance to yukhei, to which he returns with pleading eyes. how can you say no to him when he’s being cute? you sigh and mumble out a “fine” which makes him cheer and the others either shake their heads or laugh. you sit back down on the couch close to yukhei, making ten wiggle his eyebrows at you. xiaojun and hendery enter the room, making the couch fill up. kun clears his throat before turning to speak to you.

“y/n, what grade are you in?” the question catches you off guard and you stutter out your answer. “i’m a junior.” he hums and nods before muttering something to yukhei in mandarin. yukhei nods in fearful agreement and it leaves you wondering what the hell kun said to him. “well at least you’re not gonna fail like xuxi over here. he could use the help of someone as dedicated as you.” you blush at his comment.

“yukhei, where is the-” “just call me xuxi, please.” “oh, ok then. uhhh where is the restroom?” he turns to point to a door in the hall behind the living room. “that first door there.” you nod and get off the couch as quickly as possible. as you’re walking away, they start talking amongst themselves, but loud enough for you to hear. “she’s cute, for sure. if you don’t snatch her up i might just have to.” kun was undeniably attractive, but he honestly terrified you. his serious demeanor and tendency to get into fights - and win - was not good for your nerves. you could hear yukhei whine at the older boy to stay away from you, and that he’d get around to it but he wants to make you at least comfortable around all of them.

the bathroom lights seem too bright and make your head hurt. you check to see the time and it’s only 5:20 pm, you had told your mother that you wouldn’t be home until 7. “it’s just an hour and forty minutes, y/n, you can do this. just stay cool and it will be ok. they’re not going to be rude to you.” walking out of the bathroom, they get quiet when you get close. yukhei makes room for you next to him on the couch again, and you sit awkwardly. it’s quiet, and they’re all looking at you. the hot feeling of anxiousness creeps up your spine, and you look anywhere but their eyes.

“you can speak, y/n.” yukhei’s deep voice cuts the air and sends a chill down your spine, but it also brings you comfort, as if he was protecting you. ten breaks out into a cackle, muttering something along the lines of “she’s so red, are we really that scary?” yukhei scolds ten in mandarin, but it proves no use as the older boy continues laughing. “i’m not really sure what to say. you guys probably share zero interests with me.” a lighthearted laugh comes from you when finishing the sentence. yukhei’s hand makes its way to your thigh, causing you to jump a little. his large hand was warm, and it brought heat to your cheeks. “now y/n, i’m sure we share at least one interest.” you look skeptically at him, his big eyes shining.

“i don’t really know… i’m not a good conversation maker.” yukhei’s hand stays put on your thigh, a steady reassurance for your nerves. “well i’m assuming you don’t smoke, but i really need to right now so.” you shake your head in disagreement, the thought of smoking repulsive to you. yukhei stays put at your side while ten digs in his bag. kun is the next one to speak to you. “who’s your favorite musician? maybe we share music taste.” you fumble around, not expecting the question. you never really shared your music taste with anyone because it wasn’t what you thought people would expect from you. “um, i really like chase atlantic…” kun gives a surprised look. “that’s something we have in common, i love them. what’s your favorite song?”

“oh really? my favorite is probably right here orrrr out the roof. but if i’m honest all their songs are good.” kun nods enthusiastically. a small huff comes from your side, and you look over to see yukhei pouting. kun just laughs and gets up to sit near ten, who had started smoking during the conversation. yangyang, xiaojun, and hendery had run off to play with bella. sicheng was napping on the loveseat across from you. yukhei rests his head on your shoulder and snuggles into you. “you know, you’re really cute.” his hands wrap around your waist in display of either jealousy or possessiveness. your face burns with embarrassment. you squeak out a response to his complement. “thank you, yuk- xuxi.” he giggles and squishes your cheek in his large hand. you decide to bite the bullet and cuddle up to him, not seeing any use in resisting since you didn’t mind it. the room smelled of weed and you were close enough to smell yukhei’s cologne. the scents were strong, yet the fact that you were close to yukhei made them feel as if they were normal.

“xuxi?” he looks up at you from his position, face painted with a smile. you couldn’t deny that it tugged on your heart strings to be so close to him. “hmm? is everything ok?” you nod at him, smiling back. “i just need a water, i’m thirsty.” he lets go of you, but gets up before you can. “let me get it for you, i’ll be right back.” you sit patiently and wait, observing your surroundings. sicheng was still napping, yangyang had since joined kun and ten while hendery and xiaojun were playing a video game on the tv. yukhei returns with a water bottle in hand before sitting back beside you. you take the first step initiating cuddling this time, catching him by surprise. he leans back into the spacious couch, pulling you onto him. you get comfortable in his arms fairly quickly, the large boy being unusually warm. you fall asleep in his arms, only waking up to your phone ringing. “shit, i have to go.” your mom was calling, and the time was 8:30. you were so in trouble when you got home. yukhei groans and wakes up from your moving. “is everything ok?” his tired voice was rough and it made you blush. “y-yeah everything is fine i just have to leave, it’s late.” he rubbed his eyes and stood up. the other boys were either asleep or playing on their phones. “i’ll walk you home, it’s the least i can do.” you agree and get your things together. it was dark and cold outside, and you’re glad yukhei is walking you. he links your hands together and pulls you closer.

“hmm where is your jacket?” you laugh nervously and look up at him. “i’m just forgetful, i guess.” he laughs and wraps his arm around you to preserve heat. your house isn’t too far from his, so it’s only 9 o’clock when you get there. you don’t even knock on the front door because your mother opens it with an angry look on her face.

“do you have any idea what time it is?” you go to say something but yukhei gets to faster. “I’m sorry, mrs. it’s my fault, we were working and i lost track of time.” your mother’s face softens and she sighs. “well then, i understand. come on, y/n, i’ll warm your dinner up. and thank you for walking her home young man.” yukhei bids you and her goodbye before turning to leave. you give him a kiss on the cheek before walking into your house, not turning back because of the raging blush on your face.

the next few times you work on the project with yukhei, the boys aren’t there. you have a suspicion he told them not to come, but you don’t mention it to him. today had been just as peaceful up until you notice yukhei zoning out. “yukhei please try and focus, we need to get at least this part done today.” he was constantly fidgeting and couldn’t concentrate on the task at hand. he grumbles something you can’t quite hear. “what was that? are you ok?”

“i need to smoke. it’s hard to focus without it.” oh. you were confused, wasn’t weed non-addictive? “isn’t weed like-” “i have physical dependence on it, i can’t just not smoke when i want anymore. it’s... shitty but i can’t help it at this point. i’ll be quick, I promise.” you nod slowly, hesitant that he’d be able to do any work at all while high. not that you’d ever experienced him high before, but people and the internet let you know the effects somewhat. yukhei doesn’t even leave the room to do it, and the smell is overwhelming. you flinch every now and then, the headache from the stench of the plant pulsating in your brain. yukhei seems to notice and puts the bong down before pulling you close to him. you begin to protest, but being so close to him and the cologne he wears drowns out the smell of the drug heavy in his hands. you relax into his form, snuggling into the crook of his neck. you think to yourself how you don’t really want this moment to end, and how yukhei was comforting to be around. he always made exceptions or catered to you when he didn’t have to. he could very well be mean to you and not care, but he takes effort to show that you’re included in everything, and it meant a lot to you. his long fingers run up and down your back in soothing motions, bringing you impossibly close to him. he struggles to put his supplies up with you cradled in his lap so you begin to get up, but he verbalizes his distaste with it. “no no, you’re fine. just sit still baby.” the pet name he gave you made heat rush to your cheeks. you obey his order and stay put in his lap, though your constant moving was causing a bit of a... problem in his jeans. you could feel his semi-hard cock against your core, and out of some sort of animal instinct you grind down on it. yukhei lets out a breathy grunt while putting away the last of his setup.

“jesus fuck y/n. you’re gonna make me fully hard if you keep on like that.” he grabs your hips to make you still against him. your face could not be any more red than it is, embarrassment at a high. yukhei just laughs and brings your head out of his shoulders to look at him. “you don’t have to do anything with me, you know that, right?” you nod sheepishly and avoid eye contact with the boy. he leans in close to your ear, nipping the lobe just a bit before whispering to you, “but i feel like you want to, hm?”

you let out a shaky breath and pull yourself into him again. “i think i’d really like that, yes.” sex was not really new to you, you had a previous partner but it was only once. it felt exciting to you, having someone want you so bad. taking your hips in his hands again, he moves your body along his lap, the friction of both your bottoms adding to the pleasure. “fuck baby, you feel so nice just grinding on my cock, i wonder how you’ll feel bouncing on it.” his dirty words cause a whimper to erupt from your throat, sending heat straight to your lower regions. “xuxi please…” he chuckles at your weak state.

“please what? you gotta tell me what you want.” you’re already a mewling mess in his lap, the words coming out incoherently. “please, just use me. i want you so bad, xuxi please.” he hums in your ear and maneuvers the two of you up off the floor, then walks to his room, holding you. as if you were weightless, he tosses you onto the bed, and you almost moan at how strong he is. “are you gonna lay there or are you gonna get undressed for me?” you scramble to take off your clothes, the commanding tone in his voice sending shivers down your spine. “that’s a good girl. you’re such a good girl for me huh?” his long fingers pitter down your thighs, stroking the insides of them every now and then. “xuxi, mmph! i want your mouth, please.” he smirks and dives in like a man starved, tongue spreading your wetness around. it was messy, but it felt so good. using a mix of tongue and fingers, yukhei brought you so close to orgasm, only to back away at the last second. you whine out at him and buck your hips up to his mouth. “ah ah, kitten. be patient or you get nothing.” he reaches up to play with your breasts, pinching at your nipples. his other hand strokes the inside of your thigh painstakingly slow. “you’re so cute, baby. all those times you’d sit close to me or fall asleep on me, i just wanted to ruin you. do you want me to?” you nod like your life depended on it, you wanted him to make you fall apart.

he shimmies out of his jeans and boxers, cock springing up and slapping his abdomen. opening his bedside drawer, he pulls out a condom. taking the packet in between his teeth, he opens it and puts the rubber on. you can only stare in awe, his length was impressive. it was around nine inches and had a girth sure to split you in half. yukhei notices your gaze and laughs. “you like what you see? well it’s all yours, baby.” he crawls over you, pulling your thighs up to your chest. “you’re sure you want this?” you nod at the tall boy, pulling him in for a kiss as he pushes into you. bottoming out, groans spill from the both of your mouths. he pulls out slowly, letting you have time to adjust before thrusting in and setting a steady pace. skin slapping skin resonates through the room and bounces off the walls. his thrusts were hard enough to jolt your body, tits bouncing with each one. without stopping, he lifts your body up and holds you to his chest while he sits on his heels. the new position let him hit places deep inside you, amplifying the pleasure. you could feel the head of his cock hitting your cervix with each thrust into you. sweet whimpers and moans fell from your lips, yukhei was basking in the sounds of your enjoyment. grunts into your ear came from him every minute or so. “p... please go harder.” tears built up in the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, drool coating your lips from incoherent babbling. yukhei’s speed increased, his breaths coming out shaky and thrusts unsteady. “i’m so close, xuxi” the hot coil in your lower parts was winding tighter by the second, your release creeping just around the corner. “i know princess, me too.” yukhei started toying with your clit, rubbing quick circles on it. “you can cum, just let go.” as if he had full control of your body, the coil snaps and you cum with his name pouring from your lips like a mantra. his hips stutter as he gets close to his climax, thrusts slow and deep. he comes after a few more strokes, letting his cock pulse inside your tight walls. you sit there to catch your breath while yukhei throws the condom away and brings back a damp rag to clean the both of you up. after he finishes, he gets into bed behind you and draws the covers up over you.

“do you need me to walk you home?” you slowly open your eyes and look up at him. “or do you want to stay?” you snuggle closer to him and mumble “i’ll just call and tell my mom i’m staying at a friend’s since it’s friday.” you can’t see it, but yukhei smiles sweetly. “y/n, i know people usually don’t have sex before dating, but if i could, i wanna be your boyfriend.” you squeeze his torso and let out a meek “yes, i’d love that” before falling asleep together.

yukhei as a boyfriend was something to behold. he was constantly goofy and treated you as if you were the only girl in the world. the guys accepted you quickly and you were deemed the mom of the group. hendery got himself a girlfriend and you became best friends with her, always gossiping about the others. you all were basically a family, sharing good times and bad, but you always pulled through.

“y/n! c’mere, look at this.” yukhei’s loud voice was the first thing you hear in the school halls. “please xuxi, you’re so loud. don’t want everyone looking at us.” you giggle to let him know you were joking, not actually caring if people heard you. “look, there’s this old church about ten minutes away from the school and we think it’d be a really cool place to hang out.” you hum in acknowledgement, looking at the pictures sicheng had sent to yukhei. the building wasn’t damaged heavily, and it would be a really good spot for the rest of the group to smoke. “let’s do it! and while you guys smoke i can look around and take pictures.” yukhei can’t help but look at you with stars in his eyes. you were his world, and he never failed to show that. even the group could tell he was whipped for you, they always teased him but he never cared.

“well let’s go! c’mon, no one will notice if we leave now.” anyway you look at it, there’s no place you’d rather be than with yukhei.

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tiareadstween · 3 years ago

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***SOME SPOILERS AHEAD****

Hey, happy Halloween! 🧡🖤

Even through I’m by no means a professional and my review’s definitely not perfect, I first gotta say that I personally found this movie amazing. I liked this fresh, new take on Freaky Friday but with a horror spin. Instead of switching places with your mom it’s a middle-aged serial killer creep, eugh!!

The movie opens up to four teenagers gathering around sitting and talking around a bonfire on the blonde girl’s patio drinking beer. Then one of them goes into the basement to find a specific type of alcohol. He gets the wine shoved down his windpipe from behind and I can already tell this is gonna be good. The three remaining survivors get killed by the masked murderer. (whose mask looks like its been pieced together out of flesh) He stabs and pins the blonde girl opposite to the entrance of her house, where her parents find her. The masked murderer gets away with an Ancient Aztec ritual knife that was kept in a glass display box, which was now in pieces

Millie Kessler is your normal, average, dorky but sweet 17-year-old girl who lives with her older cop sister and mother. We also get a peek at her social life at school with her two friends. The climax begins after the homecoming game, with Millie, convincing her friends prior she didn’t need a ride home, sitting all alone on a beach in her mascot beaver costume, constantly texting her mother, who was passed out drunk on the couch, until the phone went dark. The Blissville Butcher comes out of the shadows and into the light under a street lamp. He then chases and stabs Millie on the football field by the now-glowing ritual knife under the full moon. Luckily, her sister comes and saves her before the killer could do anything else. The next morning the Blissville Butcher was in Millie’s body, and him in Millie’s body. Millie only has less than 24 hours until the switch becomes permanent.

Maybe I’m just weird but to start I really liked the shot where the knife reflected off of the butcher’s, (who is now in Millie’s body) eyes before attempting to kill her sister before her mother snatched that knife out of his hand. The cinematography, sound, and editing really did add a layer of suspense and fear that kept me on my toes. I also enjoyed to comedy that came with it. Horror and comedy is a weirdly wonderful unique mix. When Millie was waiting her her mascot costume I was basically shouting silently at the screen for her to take it off. Girl I can never, it must’ve been hot, you don’t wanna stank! What I’ve found touching was a scene later in the movie between Millie and her mother. Millie, who has the police on her tail, is driven to the discount store (by her friends to get a disguise and end up with a rubber face mask) where her mother works at and hides in a dressing room stall. Her mother offers the unassuming customer a selection of polo shirts to try and end up spilling her life story because she was reminded of her late husband and his favorite pink polo shirt. Millie then replies that she lost someone too: her dad. Her mother spills more into her worries about how her kids were more quiet and shut out after their dad died, and of her little girl going off to college and being all alone in the house. She fears that she’s being overprotective. Millie brings some input, telling her mother to just give her daughters some space, and that Millie loves her and won’t leave her all alone. (Ugh, the feels!)

With the kill count the Blissville Butcher made in Millie’s body at least it was the people who (I swear I’m not a psychopath, but could you really blame me?) deserved it instead of an innocent student. From the selfish attention-seeking popular girl getting frozen -300 degrees in the school basement (?) to the wood shop teacher (who was probably a highschool bully himself and doesn’t deserve to work with children) being split in half by a table saw and the three jocks attempting to gang rape her…yeah! take ‘em down! Now, we’ve all learned from Beauty and the Beast that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but it was kinda weird when Millie’s crush tried to make out with a grown man with brown teeth and whose clothes probably reek, even Millie saw that too. Sweet of him, but still hilariously weird. 😂

Lmao that was long. If you made it this far thanks for reading! I’ll be posting more movie and book reviews soon.

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bulletproofscales · 4 years ago

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Could you do a Yoonseok fic where they are uni teachers and they teach in the same room? Like when Yoongi's class finishes, Hoseok's class comes in after and Yoongi has a bad habit of overstaying to get a glimpse of the other cute teacher and they just end up falling in love somehow?

– hello!! i dont know why i had such a hard time writting this request???? like its simple its cute, its lovely. i just struggled so much to find a direction to take it form. so i really hope this fufilled your vision it came out supper fluffy!! i didnt make it feederism because the pormpt didnt specify, theres like hints to a chubby yoongi if you squint . anyways enjoy!!!

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Yoongi loves literature.

He’d go as far to say, literature is his favorite thing in the world.

No, he hasn’t read fiction since he was in highschool, and he hasn’t read fiction voluntarily ever.

What’s that got to do with anything?

When the university offered Yoongi this job as the professor in Thermodynamics, they had assured him his schedule wouldn’t clash with the other Calc II classes he gave during the week; always with a break in between. Which meant, the professor always has at least 2 hours in between his classes to use for research purposes.

Yes… Research purposes.

LIsten he hadn’t meant for it to get this far. Yoongi had only curiously stayed as he saw the new professor who was replacing the old lady who gave World Contemporary Literature after his class. The man looked young, about his age, delicate complexion, angelic face.

His name is Jung Hoseok, and Yoongi had only talked to him for a couple of minutes, welcoming him to the university before leaving for his office. Though he was later very frustrated to find out, he could barely get any work done with his mind playing unhelpful reruns of his exchange with professor Hoseok. The most reasonable thing would be to try and not cross paths with him again for the sake of his investigation, right?

Yoongi is not nearly as strong-willed as he needs to be to accomplish that.

In fact his time at the World Contemporary Literature class, only prolonged after that encounter. Waiting until the class was full to make his leave, or sometimes waiting until Hoseok started the class, or sometimes even staying for a bit at the front row before leaving. By now, his two bi-weekly classes of Contemporary Literature had become part of his routine. Staying at the back of the class where he admired the young man, as he walked around giving the class diligently; impressively capturing a large number of students who were now actively interested in it.

Yoongi had been captured, in a different way.

“You’re staying over this class too?” Hoseok’s voice is soft spoken, not upset but just lightly accusatory. It’s been weeks, of course he noticed Yoongi staying over every single class. And as startled as Yoongi is, he still considers himself lucky that the professor doesn’t sound annoyed.

“I just–I really…” Think Yoongi, think of anything. “I’ve just really been trying to get into literature.” He manages to smile softly through his lie. And it seems to work, because Hoseok’s expression is widening and then grinning in excitement.

“Who would have thought!” He beams cheerfully. “Well you’re free to come as many times as you want. Though I might have to start testing you along with the rest of my students?” Hoseok jokes, or at least Yoongi hopes he is joking. He just laughs it off and goes to his usual seat in the back, where he will be doing nothing except staring as professor Hoseok gave his class; without actually registering anything that’s being said.

Lucky for Yoongi, the test never comes. But him and the literature professor grow closer, Hoseok starts inviting him out to have their lunch break together; since he knows for a fact Yoongi gave his class first thing in the morning and then stayed until near noon in Hoseok’s lecture. And just like had accepted defeat before, the older agrees without a second doubt.

In comparison to his typical lunches stuffed in the Sociology department with Namjoon and Seokjin, those bi-weekly 40 minutes he spends with Hoseok are… so refreshing. He remembers fearing that the literature professor would ask Yoongi what he thought of the class, but that wasn’t the case at all.

Long forgotten were his heated debates about deeply rooted issues within humanity over lunch. Now Yoongi couldn’t wait until it was wednesday or friday, and he could just converse with Hoseok. Of course it started out like it typically would, professors talk, complaining about students, complaining about their superiors, how they got into teaching. But somehow Hoseok deemed him worthy, and just opened himself up for Yoongi. Nothing too dramatic, but the engineering professor found himself walking down the campus and being able to register what Hoseok’s favorite sitting spot was, under what specific tree; because he had told him. Or pushed himself to get weird stares by his colleagues for grabbing one donut too many because he recognized the strawberry filling ones that were Hoseok’s all time favorites and was considering dropping them off to him.

It had been half a year, and by now, Yoongi could say he had opened up to Hoseok as well. He was more than happy to take his role as a listener to everything the younger had to say. As useless as it was, Yoongi would soak it up even when he didn’t mean to; and he had come to accept that. But, Hoseok didnt let it happen, always attentive, always considerate; asking Yoongi’s input into anything their conversation had decided to settle on. Asking for Yoongi’s favorite spots on campus, or what donuts did he reach for first when they brought some into the professors’ room.

And Yoongi… he soaked up all that attention Hoseok gave him, too.

It didn’t take long until they learnt the other’s schedule, sometimes using their own breaks to stop by the other’s class; just to see one another during the day. He’ll never forget the first time Hoseok came to visit as Yoongi was finishing one of his own classes, and widened at the different graphs and drawings that took over all the chalkboard.

They were definitely friends, of course they were by now, but Yoongi couldn’t help but think that their friendship had something more special to it. Maybe it was the way the older just felt safe and soothed whenever he was talking with Hoseok, or the way Hoseok didn’t shy away from showing how much he enjoys Yoongi’s company.

They were friends but they treated each other, just a little bit softer than the rest of their friends.

Which didn’t have to mean anything, of course. Different people have different dynamics and it just so happens Hoseok takes out the gentler side of the engineering professor. Just like it also happens to be Hoseok the one who takes out all the butterflies caged in Yoongi’s chest.

Well… maybe this different dynamic does mean something… To Yoongi at least; and he has come to accept that fact. He had reached an age where he didn’t really think he could get a crush again, yet here he is.

Considering his feelings, he had felt a little hesitant to initiate anything with Hoseok outside their work hours; a little voice in his head telling him not to abuse the younger’s friendliness because of his own ill intentions. Hoseok made him happy as is, and he should be content with that.

Surprisingly it’s the literature professor who, during the peak of exam season, offers to hang out and correct exams together. The little voice reminded Yoongi of his ‘ill intentions’ , but, like he keeps saying: he is simply a little weaker when it comes to Hoseok. And that first time, getting to see Hoseok outside their university, at the doorstep of his apartment which he had organized very last minute, casual clothes, beer pack in hand, gentle smile on his face. Yoongi feels himself fall in love all over again.

Yeah… He is in love, by now he had come to accept it.

Maybe he should be nervous, but he wasn’t, not really. How could he be when Hoseok had become his safe space? No amount of romantic feelings could change that.

They laugh, they drink, they revise exams, they drink again, laugh some more; Yoongi finds out Hoseok is a lightweight. Third beer bottle is halfway done as the literature professor slurredly tries to write feedback onto the back of an exam.

“You doing alright there?” Yoongi can’t help the amusement and endearment in his voice.

All he gets is a slurred hum, and that’s all the response Yoongi needs. Still grinning as he stands up and comes back with a glass of water to Hoseok, who seems to be in some sort of trance staring at the universe. “Drink up, handsome.” He swears it was meant to sound teasing, but a blush betrays Yoongi spreading on his cheeks.

Hoseok doesn’t seem to dwell on it, thank fuck; rather focuses on drinking his water slowly and in a way that is too endearing for Yoongi’s heart to bare. He watches as Hoseok downs the glass, trying hard not to focus on the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down, stop staring at his neck in general, creep, and rather rubb the younger’s back.

He finishes the glass and he leans his head on the table groaning.

“I think you’ve done enough grading for tonight.” He chuckles enamoured. “Think you can take a ride home?” Hoseok still has his cheek squished against the table and eyes fully closed when he nods. “Ok, Seok, up.” He instructs softly, squatting down as his hands reach for Hoseok’s middle. Surprisingly cooperative, Yoongi manages to get the younger buckled up in the passenger seat of the car looking dazedly out the window.

It's… pleasant, Yoong thinks. The silence is always comfortable with them, and he gets to drive around the deserted city with simply the knowledge that Hoseok is by his side. He makes sure to take his liberties stealing glances at the younger, his face angelical even when confusedly staring into nothingness.

“Here we are.” Yoongi feels the need to announce it given they’ve stopped and the drunk man hadn’t made any sign of moving… He still hasn’t. “Uhm… Hoseok?” He offers trying his best not to smile a little amused at the situation.

It looks like it physically costs effort for him to open his lips to speak. “Can you make sure… I actually go to bed?” His eyes barely meet Yoongi’s, quickly glancing somewhere else. It could be the older’s mind playing tricks on him, but even with the white street lights Hoseok’s cheeks still manage to have a beautiful pink tint. He is blushing, and it only makes Yoongi’s smile spread wider.

“You don’t seem like the type of drunk to cause any trouble.” He questions with a smile that already gives away his answer to Hoseok’s request.

“No, but I’ll fall asleep halfway into my apartment.” The younger man manages to smile lazily, dainty hand settles on his shoulder. And Yoongi feels himself swallowing thickly, no person should be allowed to look this good when they’re this pathetically drunk.

“That adds up.” He chuckles getting out of the car and turning around to open Hoseok’s door for him. “Look at that, you unbuckled your own belt. Impressive.” Yoongi teases as he takes Hoseok’s hand to help him stand.

“I’m drunk, not 5.” His playful tone and little smile makes the idea of Hoseok being annoyed at him less convincing. He is taller than Yoongi, yet he feels so much smaller when he is tiredly leaning his weight onto the older, a protective arm wraps around the literature professor as they walk inside Hoseok’s apartment complex.

Yoongi tries his hardest not to blush when the doorman eyes the two oddly and Hoseok mumbles a sleepy: “He’s with me.” with his head buried deep into the engineering professor’s shoulders. And keeps it there all through the elevator ride… and all through their slow walk around the hallway… and it’s still there as Hoseok clumsily tries to type in the security code for his door.

He doesn’t want it to go away, the weight of the younger’s head on his shoulder giving him a sense of pride that makes Yoongi want to swell his chest up. But Hoseok keeps failing to type in his code, with his nose buried into Yoongi’s neck.

“I think you might need to look at the keyboard to actually type the code.” His hand rubs up and down Hoseok’s side, with a smile that’s too fond; though the younger can’t see from where his head is resting.

Hoseok groans. “Can’t we just be comfy?” The older specifically loves the way Hoseok assumes this position is comfortable for the two of them.

“Wouldn’t we be much more comfortable on your bed?” Yoongi swears he didn’t mean to say that. And he knows if the other were sober, he definitely wouldn’t brush past it.

Drunk Hoseok, however; he hums as if thinking it through “Yeah… We would be more comfy there…” He sounds so serious about it, like he was actually considering just staying here for the rest of the night, comfortably settled against Yoongi; the older can’t help giggling. Too cute.

“Put the code, then.” He urges, big hand squeezing at where it is settled on Hoseok’s waist.

It’s his first time going into the literature professor’s apartment, it is very neat, even if it’s filled to the brim with books. Yoongi tries to take in as much as he can, while still helping Hoseok balance himself as he takes off his shoes and coat: the hanged pictures, the bookshelves, the toys. Hoseok owns toys: stuffed animals and figurines adorning his couch and bookshelves; Yoongi is a little stunned as they walk by. He never would have guessed.

“Room is at the end of the hallway.” Hoseok mumbles, not only his head falling back on the older’s shoulder, but his arms wrap around Yoongi’s middle.

Right… He has to make sure Hoseok gets to bed.

There’s a knot at Yoongi’s stomach, but he nods; slowly walking towards the closed door. Despite seeming impossible, his room has more bookshelves, bed adorned with a few more odd looking plushies. It’s so Hoseok, the older can help his heart as it does a little flip. The younger settles on his bed, sitting down before letting his back fall. Yoongi doesn’t know what to do with himself; staring feels a bit inappropriate, yet he doesn’t know if leaving him in such a state is much of an option.

“Should I…-”

“I just sleep in underwear.”

They both speak at the same time. Yoongi’s cheeks blush a furious red, Hoseok seems unfazed. He already managed to get the younger to bed. After all this time he had meant Yoongi had to tuck him in?!

“O–Oh, okay.” He doesn’t know what else to say. Then, similar to a toddler, Hoseok raises up his arms. It takes Yoongi a full second to realize; and when he does, his face gets simpossibly redder. With timid hands, he slides Hoseok’s shirt off his torso delicately. Yoongi is pretty sure he isn’t breathing, but he can’t bring himself to do so, the moment too fragile for him to possibly ruin it. The little voice in his head tells him it’s immoral to stare, but he does anyway; admiring Hoseok’s lightly tanned, slim body.

It seems he is Yoongi only one of the two with the professor-chubs, huh.

His blatant staring is interrupted by Hoseok popping his torso heavily onto the bed, legs extending forward in Yoongi’s direction. The older feels his heart stop completely. Yoongi is so thankful that Hoseok isn’t sitting upright so he can’t see the tremble of his hands as they hover above the button of his jeans.

He has to hurry, otherwise Hoseok will get suspicious, and he’ll notice Yoongi making things weird.

He feels like a teenager all over again.

He undoes the button, slowly pulling the zipper down. Yoongi’s slim fingers slide barely underneath the waistband of his jeans and start tugging down. He tries his best to be gentle, but with Hoseok’s dead weight on the bed it’s a little hard; college professors aren’t known for their strength. So he makes the younger’s body rock back and forth on the bed until he gets the pants out of the pool by his calves and finally takes it out.

Huh, Yoongi totally would have considered Hoseok a boxer’s guy.

He somehow feels he shouldn’t say that outloud, or shouldn’t hint at paying attention to Hoseok’s underwear at all.

Or maybe, he is just overestimating drunk Hoseok.

“All done, you just need to wash your teeth.” He says simply instead, and the man plopped down gorans dramatically. His thighs even clench at the loudness of it, not that Yoongi was staring.

“I need to get up?! Again?” He looks up at Yoongi with a disbelieved expression, like suddenly brushing your teeth was the most ridiculous idea anyone could propose. Yoongi has to hold back a laugh. “Why didn’t you make me go brush before I laid down!?” He sounds so insulted but his lips have the softest pout to them.

“You plopped on the bed before I got the chance to, genius.” Yoongi finds himself rolling his eyes, all the tension that had accumulated in his body minutes before had dissipated. Even with so much of the expanse of Hoseok’s sin staring back at him, so much so quickly that Yoongi had never gotten to see; the man in front of him is still the safest place. “Come on, Seokie, up.” It feels like a dejavu from getting him out of Yoongi’s apartment.

Hoseok’s hands are so dainty in his own, he pulls him up gently; chests bumping together softly. Soft chuckles as their noses brush, Yoongi can feel his own adoring smile. “Careful.” He mumbles, his hands squeezing into Hoseok’s. All the response he gets is a grumble, eyes barely opened as they stare directly at Yoongi, shamelessly.

As sleepy as his gaze is, and as cute as the pout on his lips is, Yoongi can’t help it but feel somewhat intimidated, there’s something blatant about the way the younger is looking at him. And even if he can’t put a name to it, it still manages to make Yoongi shiver the slightest bit.

He wastes no more time of Hoseok being forced to stand and rather guides him slowly towards the bathroom. Graceful Hoseok, elegant, diligent inside the classroom, that same man is looking down at his feet with a concentrated pout and frown as he takes heavy steps following Yoongi. It’s endearing enough for a giggle to slip out past his lips.

The bathroom is only a little cramped but, it’s not like it matters; Yoongi was already holding Hoseok close to him already. Lets the younger lean against him as he has to balance his sleepy legs into picking up toothbrush and toothpaste. Yoongi allows himself to stare, even if it’s quiet and obvious he is doing so. There’s something so domestic about the sight, he can’t tear his eyes away; exposing himself through the evident adoration in his stare.

Hoseok doesn’t pay him any attention, washing his teeth with sleepy long blinks. Only noticing Yoongi through the mirror once he is washing his lips, sleepy as he straightens back up, and when he is back to leaning against the older, he turns his head to face him. Face looking sleepy and ethereal as ever.

And Yoongi must have gotten too caught up staring at the sleepy glimmer of Hoseok’s eyes because nothing could have prepared him for the slow, soft meeting of the younger’s lips on his.

Hoseok kisses him like he is the most precious thing in the world; a gentle peck that makes his eyes flutter close relaxed. Not Yoongi though, his eyes are wide like plates until the younger separates.

His mouth opens and closes a few times before he manages to speak. “Why….Why did you do that?” Yoongi has a hard time finding his own voice, opting for a soft whisper. Part of him thinking this was all just an elaborate hallucination.

“I didn’t want to do it with bad breath!” He whines like he was being antagonized for doing something completely normal; and not kissing your friend/coworker.

Yoongi doesn’t know what to do with himself, or with the Hoseok laying against his body, staring at him expectantly. He feels his face begin to heat up with what is most probably a deep blush. “Uhm… Well I appreciate that.” He tries to say as neutral as possible, getting his hold back on Hoseok to get him to his bed.

The younger is pliant in Yoongi’s hold, letting himself be dragged as he tiredly lets his head fall against Yoongi’s chest. “You appreciated the kiss too though, right?” Hoseok’s voice is gentle, unsure. And it probably doesn’t help that the older one takes a second to reply; too busy trying to control the tug at his heartstrings.

He is back to guiding the younger out of his own bathroom, only replying once he manages to set Hoseok down on the bed as gracefully as he can; only then, when worried self conscious eyes are staring up at Yoongi.

“I do appreciate it, so much.” He mumbles gently with a gummy smile spreading his lips softly. And Hoseok looks so visibly relieved by this, it earns a chuckle from the older. Yoongi is leaning over, hand pressed to the pillow so close to Hoseok’s soft locks it could just– fuck it.

He runs his hands through the younger’s hair, just to see the way his eyes close relaxed by it. “I’ll get going, yeah?” A little voice in his head urges him to not leave Hoseok’s side, to stay until he gets another kiss from those addictively soft lips.

But another, more rational, voice tells him he’ll have all the time in the world to do that.

Hoseok looks unconvinced though, it takes an endeared smile and a kiss at his temple for him to look somewhat pleased. “Fine.” Yoongi has to hold himself back from leaning to peck the pout off his lips. “Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Text me when you wake up.”

Yoongi can feel how different everything is from the moment he watches Hoseok walk towards him at the little campus cafe. His eyes are a little groggy stil, and a pout is still on his lips; he looks like he has a hangover, basically.

And Yoongi is still so, so stupidly enamoured by this man.

“Morning.”

“How are you so upbeat? You aren’t even a morning person.” Hoseok grumbles, obviously cranky, taking a seat beside Yoongi instead of infront of him. Their shoulders touch as well as their thighs.

“I know this may come as a surprise to you, but not all of us get drunk from a couple of beers.” Yoongi teases softly, turning to side eye him.

“I’m not sorry.” He smiles turning to face the older. Their noses brush similarly to how they did last night. Now it should be different though, the morning fills the small cafe of busy people trying to get on with their day, not private, not imitate, not one bit romantic. They don’t need it to be, though; they managed to fall in love in the simplest of ways; through Yoongi’s obvious love for literature.

#anon #reuqest #bts fanfic #bts fic #sope #min yoongi #jung hoseok #professor au #fluff #romantic #pining #happy ending

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talesfromlissom · 4 years ago

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First Time for Everything

(Lol, since it's Halloween. I decided to use my old au ‘Down on Cherry Lane.’. It was ultimately cancelled due to schoolwork and the motivation to do it slipping away, but either way. The idea itself was pretty cool. I decided to take that, and sort of do a civilian au, cause civilian au’s make me w e a k.

Anyways, in this, Cole is a highschooler. No elemental powers or anything. Also the reader is a werewolf. GOD I LOVE WEREWOLVES)

The first time you had been in a relationship was in your freshman year of high school.

It wasn’t the best. Given that it was with a guy named Chad. And he wasn’t the best person to date either. He partied constantly, never texted or called you back, made fun of your interests, and was an overall asshole. So it was no surprise when he outed you to the entire school.

It was the anger that came first, as you quickly became the laughing stock of the school. Words and things were thrown, sure, your friends didn’t disown you, but you could tell that the guys you were friends with kept their distance.

It took about a month for it to die down, and it was no surprise when you figured out why. Another person was outed, a girl this time. She was head of the girl’s football team, most people just whispered about her, since they all knew she could, and would, beat their asses, for lack of a better term.

Nya, that was her name. Through her, you were invited to an exclusive club, Ninjago. It wasn’t really an actual ‘club’ per say. It was more of a group that gathered together after school almost every day, doing whatever. It helped that the nephew of the principal and the son of the vice principal ran it. It was compiled of different kinds of people. People you saw get bullied in the locker room, the ones that sat in the back of the class and said nothing, the ones who answered all the questions.

The ones failing all their classes, the ones in detention all the time, the teachers pets, it seemed that all the people who didn’t fit into a specific category, since that’s the only thing people cared about in high school, were here. So here you were.

And then you met Cole, and things seemed to fall into place. You linked up quickly, enchanting phone numbers within the first week of meeting each other. It was almost a year since your friendship began, and two more before you and him both realized your feelings for each other. Finally, all homecoming was when you confessed.

But that seemed to all come crashing down as well.

Rushing through the forest and into the open street, still clutching your bleeding shoulder, you ran into the gas station, heart pounding. You turned to the forest, seeing the yellow eyes staring directly back at you.

A shiver went down your spine.

“Hey, uh you-” A pause.

Your eyes widen.

“(Y/N)? Holy crap, what happened!” The recognizable voice of Jay asked. “Jesus, did you get attacked by a bear or something?”

“Something like that.” You reply, leaning into Jay’s hold. “You got any pain killers?”

Jay nods. “O-of course I do! I-I keep them for Nya, just-just uhm…” He leads you behind the counter, sitting you down on the chair in the corner near the cash register.

“Just-just stay here okay? I’ll be right back, promise!”

He rushes off, and into the back room. You lean your head against the wall, sighing through your nose, and shutting your eyes slightly.

The room starts to spin in your vision when it snaps open, and the lights seem brighter than before. Voices are muffled, you hear clattering, but that soon fades when your vision turns black.

You wake again with a nurse hovering over you, dabbing a wet washcloth on your forehead. You groan and turn your head to him.

He comforts you, asking if you feel any pain, the usual nurse whatnot.

You answer no to all those questions. And you’re surprised frankly, that you feel no pain in your shoulder anymore.

The nurse walks to the door, and you fall asleep again.

Cole is the first visitor, accompanied by your parents. They bombard you with questions, your father cries. Your mother hugs you tight, and Cole litters your face with kisses.

“What happened?”

You shrug, not bothering to sit up, despite how much you want too. “I...dunno...I was closing up the store when...I heard this panting behind me, saw this...big ugly wolf motherfu-”

“(Y/N), language.” Your mother hisses. “I’ll put soap in your mouth for that.” She chuckles.

You roll your eyes. “It uh..jumped at me, attacked me..chased me into the woods, bit me, and then I found the gas station and ran into Jay.”

“And thank god you did, that boy did an amazing job of stabilizing you,” Your father begins. “That boy should be a doctor when he grows up.”

“Jay’s dating someone who’s..uh..injury prone,” Cole mutters, and you laugh, thinking of the numerous times Jay’s had to patch up Nya. “it comes with experience.”

He turns back to you, clutching your hand.

“You’re..doing okay though..right?”

You nod slowly. “Yeah, m’ fine.”

“That’s good..that’s real good.”

By the time you are discharged, you already feel stress pilling on you.

You return to school, looks being shot towards your direction, with whispers filling the hall. News has already spread of your attack. The shoulder doesn’t hurt, there’s scaring there, teeth marks, but it's so light against your skin it’s barely noticeable.

But no, it’s the anxiety that fills your gut as the days grow on, but it becomes worse when you have no idea what’s happening.

“(Y/N)?”

Your snapped from your thoughts when you hear Cole’s voice as clear as daylight cut through your endless thinking. His hand is on your arm, soft. It feels so soft, and he smells so good.

“Are you wearing new cologne?” You hum, grinning slightly. You blink. That’s surely some new confidence. Even Cole seems surprised.

“I don’t...wear cologne.” Cole says softly.

“Oh.” You simply say, hearing the final bell go off in the distance, you shake your head. Has the bell always been this loud?

“So uh, you doing anything tonight?” Cole asks. “It's Halloween, and Jay and the others are heading to Kai’s place to go trick or treating. Wanna come, we might egg Mr.Overlord’s house for the third year in a row. Zane’s gonna join this time.”

You pause. It had completely slipped from your mind that today was Halloween.

“I..don’t...I think I’ll stay home tonight.” You say. “I’ve haven’t been feeling well today.”

Cole looks you up and down. “Alright, I’ll tell them, but..if you need anything just call me, okay?” He peppers a kiss on your cheek.

“Bye.”

You give a small wave, gathering your things in your backpack and swinging it over your shoulder.

You figured your parents wouldn’t be home, since your mother takes the night shift, and your father was chaperoning for your little sister’s Halloween dance. And you brother is probably hanging with his friends and egging a house. Who knows, maybe Cole and his friends will meet them along the way. Despite the fact that Lloyd and your brother, Morro, don’t like each other very much. Cole somehow makes everyone get along with each other.

So here you are, staring at the ceiling, and tossing and turning. You're sweaty, and you’ve been sweaty for a long time. Your window is open, with cool night air coming through it, and you hear laughter outside, trick or treaters most likely.

Still, your shirt sticks to your chest and back. Slowly you sit up, your skin itches.

You take a deep breath, another one, and another one, why is the room spinning.

Your heart is pounding inside your skull, and your head hurts so much. You attempt to get up and out of the bed, but pain immediately fills your chest, gasping and sputtering, you attempt to grab your phone, only to roll off the bed. The pain comes next, almost as if your entire body is on fire, cracking noises fill your mind, and god you don’t know what’s happening, your brain is on autodrive at this point. Barely even registering your screams that are erupting from your mouth.

You feel yourself curl in on yourself, skin splitting, blood falling onto the floor, the shirt you're wearing rips, before you realize that your fingernails have turned to claws, and even those hurt like hell.

A voice cuts through your pain, and the thoughts swarming your head.

“Hello?” The voice sounds muffled, almost like it's underwater. “(Y/N)? I brought you some food, your favorite!”

You scream again, hearing something clatter in the background.

Cole’s feet thundered up the stairs, before he comes to your bedroom, hearing grunts and splitting, and noises he’s only heard in the movies.

“(Y/N)?” He whispers, as the room goes silent.

The door opens slowly, creaking filling his ears, as well as huffs.

Cole’s eyes widen, staring at the writhing form on the floor. However, it’s head snaps towards him, yellow eyes fiery with rage and pure blood lust.

Cole drops the bag of food, backing towards the stairs as the black mass creeps towards him.

His lower lip quivers, and there was no way in hell that he was going to stay for much longer. His brain kept screaming at him to run, to do something other than sit there and stare at the thing.

It howls, and runs at him, and Cole shrieks as he misses the top step, tripping and falling down the stairs.

He ends up on the hardwood floor, he aches slightly, but he doesn’t feel anything broken or sprained. The thing jumps down from the top of the stairs, and it's at that moment, that his brain decides to work.

He scrambles to his feet, sprinting towards the back door and throwing it open. He sees your backyard, toys and gardening tools scattered across it like you were in the middle of it.

He hops over the garden, and towards the picket fence, almost hopping over it.

He pulls himself up and over, just as he feels hot breath on his ankle.

He falls onto the ground face first. Dirt in his mouth, and he tastes blood on his tongue.

He climbs to his feet, taking off again, hearing huffs and growling behind him. He doesn’t bother to look back, at least until he’s in a public place.

Bursting into the main street, sweaty, and lip bleeding, he does get a few strange looks. But most are just nods, they must assume he’s wearing a Halloween costume.

He whips around towards the forest. He sees the eyes, god he sees them, but whatever that thing is, it isn’t following him through the crowd. Maybe he can make it back to his car?

No. Nobody really trick or treats on your street, most people on your street have young children. So the adults are usually trick or treating with their kids instead.

He fishes through his coat pocket. But he finds nothing. Where was his phone?

He hears something fall onto the pavement.

His eyes widened. His phone, slobbery, bloody, slightly cracked. But the eyes hover right over it. He tenses, feels fear travel from his brain and down to his feet.

He grits his teeth and turns his back to the thing.

By now, he’s just walking down the street, trying to find the most crowded streets, and turning around immediately if he sees only one or two people. It’s twelve o’clock now, and he feels like bursting into tears as he sees even the most popular streets practically deserted.

He’s travelling behind a group of teenagers, not from his school, so thankfully they don’t recognize or take any pictures of him.

His hands are shoved into the pockets of his pants, partially to stop them from shaking so much. He’s still sweaty, knows that he can’t walk home from here, and knows that that thing is still after him. But why? Why him of all people?

He couldn’t defend himself against that animal-like creature, Wu never taught him how to do that either.

His phone is gone, he probably lost it when he fell down the stairs. Which is how that creature got it in the first place. But he lost track of it by now. Not that he’d bother trying to go back there anyways.

He doesn’t even realize he’s completely alone before the group ahead of him takes a turn into a house, and hears them being scolded by a woman before the door is shut and locked.

Cole gulps, hearing nothing but wind around him. A few cars roll by, headlights bright, brighter than he knew they were. His heart is pounding, and he feels his mouth become dry, drier than it was before that is.

He gulps, and begins to walk down the street, a chill running down his back. So far, he hears nothing. No chatter, no cars, no panting in the distance.

He lets out a screech when a hand falls onto his shoulder. Whipping around, Cole punches the figure as hard as he can.

They in turn, cry out.

“OW! Cole what the hell!”

Cole’s eyes widened.

“Skylor? What are you-”

“Yeah, it's me dipshit, what are you doing all the way out here, we’ve been looking all over for you!”

Cole stares. “What do you mean?”

“Neighbors heard screaming at (Y/N)’s house almost two hours ago, and they saw you enter the house but when you didn’t come out they feared for the worst, they called the cops and everything. Me and the others have been searching the entire town for you, your phone was found absolutely destroyed, what...what happened.”

Cole looks towards the ground.

“I...I don’t...I don’t know! I-I went to (Y/N)’s house and this-this thing it was all...all bloody and violent, it chased me out and tried to attack me I think! Hell, it even tried to use my phone to lure me back towards it!”

Skylor raises an eyebrow. “Was it human?”

“N-no! God no! It-shit-I-I didn’t get a good look at it.”

Skylor nods her head. “Alright, c’mon. Let’s go to my car and I’ll take you to my place, okay?”

When Cole wakes up in the morning, he’s covered by a thick fleece blanket. He feels someone poke him in the cheek, and he groans, batting the hand away. Before the smell of cologne hits him that is.

His head lifts up.

“Kai?” Cole asks.

Kai grins. “Hey there, it seems you and I had the same idea.” He says. “I went over to Skylor’s place after we egged all those houses.”

Cole doesn’t reply.

“I-I already told Skylor everything-”

“I know, in...all honesty it sounds like a wolf..or a...a bear got into (Y/N)’s house, but that-that’s impossible.”

“Well, he...he was complaining about not feeling well,” Cole wonders. “Maybe..maybe he forgot to lock a door, or maybe he left a door open?”

Kai shakes his head. “That..doesn’t sound like (Y/N)...but it...might’ve happened,” He turns to Cole. “how are you holdin’ up?”

“Fine,” Cole replies. “Just fine. Little uh...scared to go out at night...but...yeah.”

“That’s good, your..uh..dad is here by the way.”

Cole groans. “Why?”

“Uh, cause he’s your dad?” Kai pauses. “Although, he’s really pissed, told Skylor he doesn’t want you to go anywhere after school anymore.”

Cole groans. “Ah, he’ll be over it in a day or two.” Cole replies. “I just...hope that (Y/N)’s at school tomorrow.”

Kai shakes his head.

“Hope so too, maybe he got scared and went somewhere else?” Kai says, as Cole gets up and stretches. “He’ll probably show up tomorrow, or call you later.”

“Yeah, I hope so.”

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roseamongroses · 5 years ago

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Antithesis: “what do you have? “ I have a kNIFE” “NO”

[Specific-Summary]: They should expect growing pains. For not everything to feel right or make sense. That doesn't mean it'll always hurt, nor does it mean they can't have fun along the way. It's senior year. Everything may be different. It won't be senior year for long. Everything will be okay.

[General Warnings]: Implied Emotional Abuse, Implied Physical Abuse, Bad Parents are Bad Parents, Mild Sexual Content/jokes,Mentioned Homophobia, Mentions of underage drinking (backround), Some Catcalling,Cursing , Self Hate,implied pregnancy talk/inability to become pregnant, adults arguing where the “kid” can hear it, adults drinking,

[Tags/mood:] highschool au, fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters]Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana) Remus “The Duke” Sanders (minor/brief)

(Ao3) (Previously)

(8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15)

(16) (17) (18)

L: I May Have Lost Roman

V: nice

P: not nice :)

V: i feel vaguely threatened

Rem:@L how the fuck did you manage that Rem: nvm i know how just give me details

L:I don’t know ? One second we were at check out L: Next minute he was Gone and Nieve is looking suspicious

L:Hold on lemme ask Dmitri

V: why is he there

L: I mean he’s actually pretty chill L: But he dropped Roman off and Nieve got attached L:I’m...not sure if she’s planning on letting him go?

V:logan, my friend, my buddy, V:the only person in this chat with basic reading comprehension

Rem: that’s pretty fair

P: it really is tbh

V: Send. Pictures.

L: Okay L: Slight Issue

V: you lost the snake too

L: I lost Dmitri too and Nieve is not spilling

Rem: oh they’re defeinately fucking

L:...Where? The bathroom?

Rem: Don’t knock it till you try it ;)

V: not to be that guy but im vetoing this discussion V: cause thats a Yikes even for you Remy

L: Alright time to find them

Rem: check ;))) the;))) bathrooms ;;))))

L: Remy.

Rem: alrighlright too far ill stop

L: Thank you.

V: keep me updated V: i only have silence and physics homework as company

L:Huh L:Found them

L: Roman….found a katanna…

V: im sorry WHAT V: Why The Fuck Does He Have A Sword

Rem: drop the location of that store man

L: 1) It’s a Katanna L: 2)I will certainly Not. L: 3) He’s trying to convince Dmitri why he should have it

L…..and Dmitri looks more amused then concerned

V: if I can't have a tarantula he sure as hell cant have a sword

L:I told him it was probably fake/ poorly made and that he should take the time to invest the proper skill in money in a real one

V: goddamit logan you cant logic roman.

L: It worked. He put it back. L: So I say I can do what I want with roman

Rem: some spicy takes from the chats only brain cell ;)

---

“So you’re turning eighteen, in a few months. ” His aunt said, dabbing her cheeks with a napkin. She still managed to hold an air of prestige despite getting utterly shitfaced the night before. Her appointments have been going well.

Dmitri looked up, masking his surprise and holding his tongue.

Dr. Montag looked over, quieting the running water and placing the dish was he was cleaning down, “Really?” he said, brushing his hands, “You got any plans?” he asked, Dmitri.

“Oh we usually do something small,” His aunt interjected, “But seeing as he’s my father’s favorite grandchild,” Only grandchild, “He’s is flying from Paris to join us. And he was never a man of modesty so I’ve been thinking about doing something special for the occasion.”

Oh.

Dmitri fought the smile creeping on his face, ducking his head. He shouldn’t be surprised that she remembered after all if his grandfather was visiting. It’s how he got his phone, laptop, his car.

It’s probably why she puts up with him, to begin with. Cause it wasn’t guilt.

“--We should get your hair cut,” She continued, and Dmitri snapped out of his thoughts, “Maybe invite Diana--he’d like her,” she murmured.

“Diana and I a-” He closed his mouth, and his aunt’s eyes shot over.

“You broke up?” She narrowed her eyes, examining her nails, “Huh, makes sense seeing as...” she gestured at him vaguely, “So who have you been sneaking around with?”

“I’m not sneaking around with anyone,” Dmitri said, meeting her gaze. And technically he was right, it’s not sneaking if she just hasn’t been asking. And he’s given up on telling.

Dr. Montag’s eyebrows knitted together confused,” Well that isn’t true,”

Dmitri’s eyes went wide, stomach sinking.

His Aunt’s grin spread, “Oh really?”

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck--

“He’s been helping me out, hon,” Dr. Montag set down a glass of water and pills beside her plate, “You’ve been so stressed lately,” he looked guilty and produced some tickets, “I thought I’d surprise you.”

Her face softened and like that the tension left the room. Those two got to linger in whatever lovey-dovey spell had taken hold of them in the last few months, but Dmitri was still on edge.

She still kept him on edge, but he could get her back. Even the playing field. Anytime he could leave this—Anytime he could flip this switch and put her on edge and make her—

He stopped eating, setting his plate aside.

He felt sick.

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R:helllloooo R:anyone up R: sigh R: allll by mySELLLLF

L: Roman?

R: the one and lonely yes hello human contact???

L: Are you alright? It’s 3 am why are you still awake?

R: why are YOU up mm????

L: My parents have newborn twins. What’s your excuse?

R: well fuck got me there

R: i was texting dee but he was rlly tired and i stILL can’t sleep

L: Any particular reason?

R: u m

L: Private chat?

R: please

- [TheTruthAboutTheMoon]

TheWalkingMouth: Okay shoot

Cowboy:it's stupid

TheWalkingMouth: I’ll tell you if it's stupid or not just say it

Cowboy: i just….like Cowboy: it's all kinda….hitting me a ll at once and i Really don’t like thinking about it but i cant bottle shit up either like you bastards so i feel like the human equivelent og a washing machine with too much laundry in it

TheWalkingMouth: Then don’t? TheWalkingMouth: Even if it's too ‘stupid’ for me I’m sure Dmitri wouldn’t mind

Cowboy: yeah but i feel like im going to say something shitty to him i Cowboy: like we should talk about it Cowboy: and i will Cowboy: but not now--later when it's not too stressful for either of us

TheWalkingMouth: Why would you say something shitty?

Cowboy: idk id jst get frustrated trying to explain it Cowboy: like hes smart as hell and probbaly get it without me saying anything but like Cowboy: I have neither the patience nor articulation right now to explain like a civil person and he doesnt need me being shitty about it

Cowboy:like,,,,,for example,,,,, if he fucks up in school, he’ll get recommended a tutor and teachers would assume hes doing his best and hes such a sweet and quiet boy

Cowboy: like he is sweet!!but hes a little shit too!! And gets away with it!!! Half those pranks he pulled on virgil, as Iconic as they were he never got in trouble for them!!!

Cowboy: when i fuck up i

Cowboy: god it's stupid

TheWalkingMouth: Might not get a second chance? Yeah I get it.

TheWalkingMouth:Remember when I first transferred here? None of the teachers would take me seriously bc of my accent and if they did, they were afraid of me. I could repeat something another kid said word for word and still be told I had an attitude.

Cowboy: god i remembered that Cowboy: you answered his yes or no questions in a fuckin montone, quiet ass voice and he legit called in the office cause he got scared of a goddamn freshman

Cowboy: But ye when i fuck up Cowboy: im suddenly the lazy ass brown kid who should spend less time corrupting youth with my feminine hips and curls Cowboy: like it's not like a lot of them say it outright but it feels like if im not perfect im fufilling all the stereotypes

TheWalkingMouth: Ah okay, rant away

Cowboy: OK like like like im not like virgil right?? in a lot of ways and it fuckin shows

Cowboy: he’s been planning on going into engineering since sixth grade meanwhile i only got my shit together in highschool

Cowboy: and like now that im here/???what now??? My mother expects me to have my shit together meanwhile im over here freaking the fuck out over whether not it's worth it to even try Cowboy: like yes mother i want to go to an art/or librel arts school that may or may not accept me that we may or may not afford to find a career in who the hell knows because if i have to sit in a healthcare class or a applied mathmatics class like you did i miight actually shank the professor????

Cowboy: that i dread the thought of not trying to explore my options outside of this fucking state but i dread the thought of going bc i cant stand the thought of being away from home but i cant fucking find a reason to stay cause everyone i love is leaving or planning their own life anyway???

Cowboy: like remys gunna fuck off to who knows where regardless of whether or not he has a plans or money, pattons gunna take care of his grandmother whereever the fuck a canada ,moms moving in with tia, virgils already mentally flipping me off ready to fuck nasa , and i only fucking hope dmitri even getss the chance to choose where he goes but hes g o n e and i die from yearning behind a screen like the gay victorian i am , and you….i actually dont know

TheWalkingMouth: Teaching for either biology or physics

Cowboy: huh it fits but what about chemistry??

TheWalkingMouth: Fuck chemistry.

Cowboy: oh thank god we’re on the same page

TheWalkingMouth: Anyway, I assume you’re more worried about whether you should apply rather then if you could get in?

Cowboy: i think so

TheWalkingMouth: Well if my opinion means anything to you

Cowboy: more than you’re assuming but yeah continue

TheWalkinMouth: Wait

Cowboy: nothing nothing continue

TheWalkingMouth: Okay-- I think you should go for it but you don’t need to dive head first into it and commit to everything 100% like virgil did.

TheWalkingMouth: You’re allowed to keep your options open, to have backup plans for back up plans

TheWalkingMouth: It doesn’t mean you’re not passionate about your art. Doesn’t mean you’re inevitably going to get a office job and abandon all your dreams. It means you’re being smart and not backing yourself into a corner

TheWalkingMouth:It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay not to have it all figured out

TheWalkingMouth: Nobody does.

TheWalkingMouth: Even if no one else gives you a second chance at least give yourself a second chance.

TheWalkingMouth: It’s perfectly normal to be afraid to fuck up and get fucked over TheWalkingMouth: That doesn’t mean you will everytime TheWalkingMouth: And it certainly doesn’t mean it's the end

Cowboy:

[...Cowboy is typing…]

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@daflangstlairde

@ace-anx

@cataclysm-al

#Roman sanders #Deceit Sanders #Roceit #ts sides #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #ts virgil #ts logan #ts remy #Antithesis

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silver-falling-star · 5 years ago

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Sing me a song, o muse, of your bitter hatred against catcher in the rye bc SAME

Oooooh boy, I smell one of my long winded rants coming on. Strap in folks its about to be a wild ride.

So, Ima preface this by saying that I have NOT read it since I was forced to read it in 11th grade. For like, several fucking reasons. (the primary one being that I don’t want to, the 2nd one being I don’t know which bookshelf my dad stashed my copy on. He stashed all my required readings on various bookshelves after I was done with them. Because we were all given copies for free by the teachers that we were allowed to keep. I’ll chalk this up to private school benefits I guess? I’ve been out of the public school circuit since the end of 5th grade) So basically my memory of like, most of the events that take place in the book are foggy at best and unremembered at worst.

@ my mutuals and followers who like this book, that’s fine you do you, but I personally am not and probably will never be a fan of Catcher in the Rye. My feelings of why I dislike it are my opinions and I’m not gonna force them on you.

Problem 1: Main character is an unsympathetic asshole

My biggest gripe about the book is honestly a gripe I have about SEVERAL books. Unlikable characters, and I don’t necessarily mean written poorly (though I don’t remember being awed by how the book was written, I’ll be honest.) I mean unsympathetic asshole little bastards that make you want to just chuck the book across the room. Other books that share this problem are The Great Gatsby (that book is hot fucking garbage in terms of likeable characters and I WILL die on that fucking hill do not even @ me), Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie (Main character is an asshole little snobby bitch and despite being a murder mystery written in first person she literally figures things out at such a pace its not fun for the reader because she STILL ends up caught in shit situations she KNEW WAS GOING TO GO DOWN BECAUSE SHES SUCH A SPECIAL LITTLE SHIT- okay that’s a rant for a different post) and The King Must Die. (If you ever want to read a book with shit diction, pick it up.)

Now, as a writer/roleplayer of almost a decade, I’ve made plenty of characters that fall into the unsympathetic asshole role. My problem isn’t with the archetype, it’s often used and often done well (fandoms later trying to apologize for them aside) My PROBLEM comes when that’s either the archetype for the only character given any spotlight, or ALL the characters have that problem. (see, Great Gatsby.) Holden Caulfield(or however the fuck you spell it) is an unsympathetic asshole, and also the character who’s perspective is the only one we get to see, and the only character we really know much about. (Mainly cause he just doesn’t deign to care to give a legitimate effort in giving a damn about anyone else aside from how innocent children/his sister are. More on how creepy that shit is later.) Making a book like this means that I’m far less likely to enjoy it because I want to be able to root for someone. I can root for an asshole, so long as they’re likeable in some regard. Holden is a grade A fuckboy in the making and as such I am not a fan.

TL/DR: It’s possible to have likeable unsympathetic asshole characters, it is almost impossible to do that if that’s all you have exposure too in your cast.

Problem 2: I was really not in the best place to receive such a fucking depresso espresso lesson about life.

Switching gears momentarily from problems with the writing/book itself to problems with the timing of this book showing up in my life. High school was the time when all my trauma I’d successfully… repressed? Avoided dealing with? whatever, basically all my mental health shit suddenly decided to spring itself on me and yell “SURPRISE, YOU’RE MENTALLY FUCKED AND WILL NEVER BE THE SAME!” in 10th grade and it wasn’t until halfway through 11th grade that I even started getting a handle on shit. I almost failed high school and it was *bad*, especially for someone who was just trying to get to college so I could get to vet school and be qualified for a job that requires an ass load of education. So in walks this fucking book and it’s message of “adulthood is a sham, nothing matters and you really should just fuck around and do whatever because it’s all bullshit anyway. Childhood was where it’s at.”

Like???? Alright, that’s not what I need to hear when I’m barely passing high school. Go to fucking therapy and get some help, we all have trauma and therapy is the best path to work through it. I dunno like, yeah okay some people need to hear that message at whatever time in their life they read the book, but that message really wasn’t great to my Anxiety/Depression/ADHD struggling ass trying to just stay steady enough to get into college.

Honestly, even to this day I HATE HATE HATE books with depressing messages like that. I already deal with the struggle of being afraid of failure, getting where I want to be, all that shit. I don’t want that in my literature. Give me a person who struggles but still succeeds and finds some sort of happiness and self-worth in the end. Give me someone overcoming their traumas in such a way that they can at least have a good quality of life afterwards, even if the trauma will never leave, so long as they’re happy. I’m tired of YA novels that try and sell our generation and gen z the message that life sucks. Give me more hope, more heroes, more people making a difference because hell life is short so best make the most of it making a difference.

To quote GotG, why do I care so much about stories that revolve around saving the world, even if that world is just as small as a found family?

And my existence might as well be a happy one and have HOPE GOD DAMMIT.

TL/DR: If a book leaves me feeling like shit after reading it because it ends on a super shitty note, I’m generally not going to enjoy that book. And the fact that most YA novels these days that are given to highschoolers fall into this category is hot garbage when this is around the time they’re trying to find some sort of direction in life.

*Note: I realize that there are times and places for books that give more somber messages. Hell, I’ve even enjoyed some books with messages of such a tone. But media these days, and honestly for most of my life starting in mid to late teenage years (and maybe earlier) has started taking a turn towards the more depressing/somber stuff, and its overwhelming and just bad. And even back then when first reading it this was something I picked up on and didn’t enjoy. It just was not the right time in my life to hear a message so devoid of giving a shit.

Problem 3: Holden is honestly, super fucking creepy.

Okay, we back on the train of the actual book’s writing. Holden the dipshit is honestly, really fucking creepy. Towards women specifically. I have no direct quotes from the book specifically, but I DISTINCTLY remember the way he talked about women (or even young children/girls) being creepy as shit. Like, he waxes lyrical about his kid sister and her classmates and how innocent they are and how he wants to be the “Catcher in the Rye” to keep them innocent and to keep them from realizing how bad the world is. Great, lovely sentiment Holden. Except that the way you’re going about it comes across as being a pedophile. You’re at the very least sexist as fuck, because you’re objectifying the fuck out of people anyway.

That scene with the sex worker in the hotel room is also one I remember making me feel super uncomfortable. Not because the sex worker is there, but because uh, just, god, that whole scene gave me the creeps. Probably because I felt bad for the woman, coming into the room expecting to be paid for work and there’s just this kid who breaks the fuck down, tells her some depressing shit, and maybe pays her? (does he pay her? I can’t fucking remember, I’d like to think he does, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t, because he’s an ass.) Actually, bigger question IS HE EVEN OF AGE TO HAVE SEX WITH HER LEGALLY? HOW OLD IS THIS KID? HES STILL IN HIGH SCHOOL RIGHT?

…. so I looked it up, he’s 17. SEVENTEEN. HE IS A M I N O R. I’m like 99% sure that the woman he hires is like, twice his age at least. That’s straight up illegal.

god this just gets worse.

TL/DR: Holden is a 17 year old creep who comes off as a pedophile in the way he talks about kids, and also definitely hired a sex worker while he was underage. Idk if that was legal at the time this book was written, but if it was (and I doubt it), that has aged very poorly.

Problem 4: It’s got a lot of male fans who fall into that all too dangerous category of having Fight Club or Rick and Morty being their favorite bit of visual media.

Okay, again, not a problem of the book. But when the majority fanbase (or at least, the most vocal part) are a bunch of abusive men who don’t realize that the message they took away from a work of fiction is incredibly problematic? Or worse, know and don’t care because they think their take is superior? Uhhh, how do I say, big yikes.

Like, this could be your favorite book, whatever, that’s you, I don’t care, but if your reasoning for it is because Holden is, in your opinion, an unflawed idealized version of yourself/your ideals?

thats a nope from me bro.

———-

That’s all I can do off the top of my head without going in and reading the book again. Which I probably won’t do for a long time, because I don’t need to hear that struggling to make a place for yourself is dumb and proves you’re just “part of the machine, the man has made you his bitch.” while I’m still trying to y’know, get to where I want to go.

But there you go, four solid reasons why I really really do not like Catcher in the Rye.

#catcher in the rye #Me? make something short winded? never in my life #maybe I'll update this with findings if I ever go back and read it again #though #given that my ability to sit and read through things is basically null and void at this point that won't be for ages

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scritch-scratches · 7 years ago

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Gecko

WIP dump: persona 5

An exploration into my favorite quest line! WIP, unedited, unpolished

Kaoru had been subtly chased out of Untouchable enough times to know how this visit would go, but he felt compelled to try. He wanted to be useful, to do what he could to ease the financial burdens on his dad.

Did they have financial problems? Probably, maybe? They had to, even if his dad didn’t talk about any of them. Dad had looked stressed, recently, a tiredness lingering in the edges of his face even when he forced a smile over dinner. They had been going out less and spending less time together, and Kaoru knew it had to be his own fault.

Even so, he never felt nervous walking into the store; it was home away from home, a place undeniably belonging to his dad and him. Even if Kaoru didn’t understand most of what they sold, didn’t connect with most of the customers, he used to always be comfortable in there.

Recently, though, his dad had been stricter about keeping out.

Walking in today, though, was different, and that made Kaoru anxious.

Someone else was in the store. Behind the counter, talking with his dad. And Kaoru realized too late, because the door was already open, the bell jingling, and his dad’s sharp eyes were cutting through him.

“He-hello.” Kaoru stuttered, suddenly feeling like he’d walked in on something he shouldn’t have. His dad’s stare was burning, so he looked at the other instead. A teenager, older than Kaoru, peered back at Kaoru from under his thick, unruly bangs and thick-rimmed spectacles, notably more curious than aggressive.

“I thought I told you to stop comin’ around here anymore.” His dad said, like they do in movies.

Kaoru shook his head in protest. “But…” He wanted to be useful, and he couldn’t do that while studying in his room. But he couldn’t find the right words to express that to his dad.

The teenager glanced between Kaoru and his dad and then asked in a plain voice, “Is this a customer?”

“You shut up. Ain’t none of you business.” Surprisinly, the teenager barely reacted to his dad’s harsh tone, just raised an eyebrow and went back to polishing the display case. His dad turned back to him with a softer expression, but still strict. “Just go home n’ study Kaoru. You got entrance exams comin’ up, remember?”

“Ok. I guess I’ll be going then.”

He screwed up again, somehow.

Later that night, when they settled down for dinner of leftover takeout from the day before, he finally got a chance to ask his dad about the stranger in the store.

“That kid? That’s my new part-timer. Don’t mind ‘im.”

“Is he a highschooler?”

“Yeah. Shujin, I think.”

“Really?” Shujin was the highschool that the Phantom Thieves had first appeared at. The knowledge caused a rush of excitement to creep down Kaoru’s back. That teenager probably knew all about it. Lucky.

“You know it? Ah, right, it’s been in the news lately, eh.”

“The Phantom Thieves took down an creepy teacher there.”

“Those ‘change your heart’ guys, huh?”

“I wonder if he knows anything about them…”

“When did you become a fan? I dunno the kid’s opinion on ‘em, but I should get you two together sometime.”

Kurusu helped out at the store often. His dad didn’t often actually talk about his work day, but Kaoru could always tell when Kurusu had worked a shift, because his dad came back more relaxed and cheery than usual. Sometimes, his mood was even celebratory.

Whatever type of person Kurusu was, he was lightening his dad’s day, and Kaoru didn’t really know how to feel about that. He was glad his dad was enjoying his work more and that he was making a friend, but Kaoru couldn’t help but wonder why he couldn’t have the same effect. All Kaoru ever did was make his dad more worried, even when he was trying to help.

We’re eatin’ out.

Just a simple text made him so happy it was embarressing.

Imma be late. Akira’s waiting 4 u outside the shop.

Oh. So they weren’t going alone.

As promised, Kurusu was outside Untouchable, spinning the store’s keys around his fingers. He noticed Kaoru immedietely and raised a hand in welcome. His fingers, long and slender, were calloused and roughened. Kaoru couldn’t help but think the callouses looked like his dad’s, but fresher, less softened by time and inactivity.

Akira was a quiet person, and Kaoru was uncomfortable with that for the first thirty minutes and struggled to make conversation about his dad’s lateness.

Then, when it became apparent that his dad wasn’t going to show up anytime soon, Kaoru reminded himself about how happy Kurusu made his dad. The thought made him relax a little.

Kurusu had a soft, easy demeanor: he leaned on the table between them with both elbows in attentiveness. It made Kaoru feel like his earlier impatience had been silly; Kurusu, despite his concise speech, was obviously devoting his whole attention to their conversation.

Nothing Kaoru said was judged, or felt awkward. He felt like he could tell Kurusu anything, and he was pretty sure his dad felt the same way.

If anyone knew what was going on with his dad, Kaoru would bet it was Kurusu.

Kurusu rubbed his neck, and Kaoru suddenly remembered the tattoo on his dad’s. It was funny, it was easy to forget the tattoo was there when he saw it everyday. Easy to forget why his dad got it.

Their family gecko, huh.

Crap, Kaoru was an idiot. No wonder his dad made him study so much, being this thick.

So, Akira was a Phantom Thief. Like, the Phantom Thief. The leader. The elader who faked his death and challenged the most powerful man in the country, and won.

Jeez, Kaoru’s family was the coolest.

“This is my little sister, Sakura Futaba. She’ll be a first-year at Shujin too.”

Futaba is an interesting girl, in that she inspires equal amounts of aggravation and sympathy in everyone she meets. She’s tiny, more long ginger hair than flesh and bone, and probably the smartest person Kaoru will ever meet. She and Akira are nothing alike, except for their almost identical big glasses and unyielding rebellious spirit.

Futaba is obviously lonely with Akira so far away, and it shows. She doesn’t quite get along well with Kaoru’s friends, too difficult and stubborn, but he and Kana do, so its fine.

On the third day, some second years tried to pick a fight with them.

For a half a minute, Kaoru thought something along the lines of ‘my dad’s gonna kill me for getting in a fight, after he kills these guys’ before Sakamoto stormed in with a scowl that could quail thunderstorms.

“What the hell do you punks think you’re doing?” He snarled, and the bullies were quickly on the backpedal. Kaoru could understand why, because Sakamoto looked fierce, his head crowned in golden spikes and with obvious muscle shifting under his uniform.

Sakamoto plopped a hand on both Futaba’s head and Kaoru’s shoulder, giving the bullies an incredulous look. “You guys realize who these two’s aniki is right? Kurusu Akira. “Better remember that next time you want trouble.”

The bullies ran away real fast after that.

Being associated with Akira and his known partner-in-crime changed things a little. Nobody tried to mess with Kaoru anymore, but his classmates were a little more wary of him too (his dad found that hilarious, and it kind of was). The teachers, though, seemed to like him more for it, which manifested in getting called on more in class and a good chance at getting a spot in the student council. Akira encouraged him to pursue it, and pointed to his friend Nijima, former Student President, for advice.

That had his dad looking like a chicken that laid a golden egg.

#munehisa iwai #kaoru iwai #persona 5 #kurusu akira #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #scratchie writes #my fic

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1987vampire · 8 years ago

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Stiles Smut~ The Bet

Word Count~ 3165 Rating~ NSFW Warnings~ Teasing, Safe Sex, Handcuffs, Dirty Talk Pairings~ Stiles x Female!Reader A/N~ HEYYY! We hit 1k WOOOOO~! Just wanted to say thank you for what you guys have done. I love you all so very much. Tumblr is great WOOP WOOP! Self-promo~ Instagram: @might.be.lily Wattpad: @LGBTQPenguins Comment a blue heart for a follow back Request~ Anonymous said: Can you do a stiles imagine where you do a bet seeing who can last the longest without sex. You try teasing him and eventually he gives in and smut at the end?

He pushed me up against the locker slightly with a groan. A smile made its way to my face at the sound. Our lips moved in synch slowly, full of passion. My hand wrapped around his neck and the other crawled its way through his hair. I slowly moved my fingers through the soft strands. A muffled moan left my lips as I tried to pull him closer.

A knock of someone’s knuckled broke up apart. Our cheeks were flushed with plump lips leaving me blushing hard. Stiles turned annoyed to the disturbance. Scott stood with a slightly disgusted look on his face.

“I swear, every time I find you two, you either smell of each other or you’re doing something sexual. You’re like rabbits. It’s disgusting. Please stop.” He said while looking between the two of us. My face seemed to darken as he spoke.

“It’s not my fault Stiles is a freaking horndog,” I protested while turning to open the locker I was pressed on.

“Me,” Stiles looked at you incredulously. “You’re always trying to get my attention with those jeans. You know why they’re my favorite.”

“Do I now,” I questioned while looking behind me to him.

He huffed and puffed out his cheeks making him look adorable. “Scott,” he whined loudly. “You have to take my side.”

“I don’t know. I’m kind of on Y/N’s side on this. I mean, come on man, I know you.” He said while grinning as I high-fived him.

“Fine, you know what. I bet I could last longer without anything sexual, Y/N.”

“Really now, I can’t believe that. What’s the prize?” I smirked and shut my locker again before leaning on it with an amused expression. Scott seemed to have backed up slightly at the sentence.

“Loser has to do whatever the winner says for the day,” he smirked mischievously.

I took a moment before nodding in agreement. “You’re on, pretty boy,” I said before walking away, hips swaying a little more than normal as I felt his stare on my ass.

Before I was out of earshot I heard Scott. “Dude, you’re not going to win that.”

“Watch me.”

I smirked at the thought. Game on.

I ran my hands through my hair as I paced around the room quietly. Lydia watched me pick up random bunches of clothes before throwing them in the hamper. I seriously need to do laundry. Her eyes landed on a white lacy fabric and she jumped up with a smile.

I looked at her confused as she ran towards the shirt, yelling a “what is that?” She picked it up to examine it. It was a white lace crop top. She looked at me excited as she examined it. “Why haven’t you worn this? You would look so hot!”

“Maybe I don’t want to wear something like that to school. You do realize there are tons of hormonal guys, right?” I questioned as she threw it on the bed before running towards my closet.

“I bet you have something in here,” she mumbled before searching through the clothes.

I sighed and sat on the bed as I waited for her to get done. Why did I invite her? Eh, I love her anyways.

I turned slightly to see her running out with a handful of something. She placed it on the bed before running to her bookbag and pulling out a makeup bag. “I have the perfect idea. You’re not losing that bet.”

I sat up at the last sentence with a look of confusion. “How do you know about the bet?”

She rolled her eyes and pulled out a tube of lipstick and nodded. “Please, the whole pack has placed bets on who will win. Scott and I are both on your side, but the others on with Stiles on it. Trust me, if you wear this, you’re going to win. Just,” she paused and her nose crinkled at whatever she was thinking. “Go home before you do anything dirty. None of us need to hear that. Or, well, think about that.”

I nodded and rolled off my bed. “What have you got, anyways?”

She smirked before motioning to the outfit she had put together. In front of her sat the white lace crop top, some high-waisted black skinny jeans, a thin leather jacket, and some black ankle boots. She also held some dark red lipstick and black eyeliner. I smirked back at her before we high fived.

This was going to work, I could feel it.

I ran a hand through my hair with a soft look at myself in the mirror. I looked hot. I’m not even being egotistical. This outfit made me look hot. I smiled a toothy grin at myself before bounding down the stairs of my house as I heard someone honk outside.

I ran out the door after grabbing some cheez-its from the kitchen only to be met with Lydia’s car. She motioned for me to hurry up as I rushed down the steps, trying not to break my ankle in the process. I tore open the car door before muttering a ‘go, go, go.’ We were going to be late if we didn’t hurry.

She almost immediately slammed on reverse as I shut the door.

“Sorry for being late. Got caught up in something,” she muttered and seemed to speed up the slightest.

“It’s cool. I might just have to speed walk, though.”

She nodded and sped past a red light. I lightly hit her as we pulled into the crowded high school. My confidence drained slightly as I looked at all the students. Lydia must have noticed as she made me turn to look at her.

“You’re going to do great. You’re going to win this bet. You’re going to make me proud. Now, stand a little straighter and push out your chest. This is highschool.” She said before smiling brightly and pushing open her door in synch with me.

I took a deep breath and stepped out, catching the eyes of others around. I mean, I guess it was to be expected. I normally wore hoodies with my hair in a ponytail and slightly loose jeans. It was a change, that’s for sure. I looked at Lydia with a look of uncertainty. She smiled at me in reassurance before we walked together to the school.

My eyes scanned the halls as I looked for any familiar faces. I let out a quiet scream as Scott jumped in front of us with a grin.

“Dang, Y/N, glad I bet on you.”

I smiled at him nervously before looking for anyone else.

“I don’t know. It’s not really me.” I sighed and looked down at the outfit. My once full confidence dwindling fast.

“No. This reminds me of a speech Stiles gave me. I’ll rearrange it for you.” He cleared his throat and gave a goof grin before looking down at me. “You are the hot guy that every chick wants.”

I perked up slightly at the thought. “I’m the hot guy?”

“The hottest guy.”

I grin brightly at that as Liam approached us. “Who’s the hot guy?”

“Me,” I smiled before laughing and walking down the hall to my locker. Liam gave Scott a confused look as Scott just shook his head.

“Knew that would work,” he said as I turned the corner.

I looked around before rushing to my locker with a smile planted on my face. I turned the lock thing as I entered the code before pulling it open and stuffing my unneeded essentials in it. I pulled a face as I realized I had math class first, and it’s with Stiles. This is going to be just great.

I shut my locker quietly and looked around before walking to the math classroom. The click of my boots seemed to echo through the almost empty hallway. I walked a little bit faster as I looked at the time. I only had about two minutes left to get there. I speed walked into the class and sat in my seat right as the bell rang. We were put in tables of two, almost like science, as the teacher found this great for partner work. Stiles looked up from his book at the disturbance before turning to me. His eyes widened at my attire.

Biting his bottom lip, he mumbled out a raspy 'fuck.’ His eyes scanned me, well as much as he could, before meeting my eyes. I rose an eyebrow as I saw his whiskey brown eyes darken.

It’s go time.

“What’s wrong, babe,” I asked innocently before placing a hand on his knee. “Is everything okay?”

His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he watched my hand start to creep upward. “You’ve never played fair, have you?” “Don’t try to beat me if you don’t even know the rules,” I blew him a kiss at the last statement and turned to face the front, hand still on thigh.

A light groan escaped his lips as the teacher walked in, immediately beginning to write stuff on the board. I guess today was note taking.

“Or not,” I mumbled as I watched him pull down the screen and turn on the projector before turning off the lights. Perfect. I rolled my thumb as I got to right beside his slight tent. I could already see his pants were suffocating him. I let out a quiet chuckle before humming and lightly swiping a hand over his erection. “You know, all you have to say is I win,” I said before winking. My hand placed lightly on the tent with a smirk on my face.

He growled slightly and pulled my hand away. I pouted at him, trying to put on an innocent look. I raised my hand and the teacher looked at me awaiting my question.

“May I go to the bathroom?”

“Of course, Y/N.” He said before pushing up his glasses and walking to his computer. I winked again at Stiles before standing and walking out. I walked over to my locker and leaned against it as I waited.

Five minutes later, Stiles walks down the hallway, grabs my hand, and pulls me out of the school. A smirk was planted on my lips as I tried not to stumble due to his long strides. I watched out for any teachers as we walked. Stiles seemed almost in a trance as we walked out. His hand gripped mine tightly, but loose enough as to not hurt me. His eyes were blazed with lust as he tried to speed as fast as possible.

We walked over to his car only for him to grip my hips and push me against his jeep. He hummed quietly as he looked down at me. “I think you won, babygirl, but trust me I’ll give you a prize.” He muttered darkly before opening the door for me with a smirk.

I walked over and sat in the car with a satisfied smile, watching him rush to the door and sit in the driver’s seat. He was quick to pull out of the school and rush home, his hand on my thigh and a smirk on his lips. He looked over at me with a devilish smirk as we pulled into his house. He motioned for me to exit which I did without question. He stepped out of the car and led me toward his house. He opened the door with his key before kicking it softly to push it open.

He placed his hand on the small of my back and pushed me toward the stairs. “Go wait on the bed, baby.”

I nodded and walked up quickly, a slight pep in my step as I felt his eyes watch me. I pushed open his bedroom door, took off my shoes, and laid down on the bed, waiting. I heard him going through something before his footsteps going up the stairs. He stood in the doorway and let out a soft moan as he looked at me.

“I’m going to tear you up,” he whispered as he neared me with a smirk. He placed something on the table that landed with a large clank. I watched him stand back slightly and pull his shirt over his head before kneeling in between my legs. His fingers lightly skimmed across the bare skin from my stomach making goosebumps rise and a soft moan escape my lips. “I’m going to make you scream so loud, they’ll even be able to hear you at school.” His eyes looked up at me before his lips attached to my stomach. An intake of breath from me gave him the signal to continue. His hands gripped my hips as he sucked harshly on a spot, creating a large bright hickey. He took a moment to blow over it before moving up to my lips, capturing them in a long hard kiss.

He moved harshly against mine as he tried to push all the lust he held towards me. His hands pushed my top up quickly. He detached his lips to pull my top off with a soft moan. My hands ran through his hair while he bent down to pull my lip with his teeth.

“Come on, Stiles. Do something.” I mumbled out as his teeth grazed along my collarbone. He looked up at me with a smirk before grabbing my wrists and pulling them above my head. He grabbed whatever was on the desk and locked my wrists with them. I looked up to see his dad’s handcuffs around my wrists and his bedframe. He watched me with a smirk as he slowly dragged my pants down. He stood up and scanned my body.

Black lace underwear set, sweat forming along my hairline, panting breaths leaving my plump lips, it was beautiful to him. I could see it in his eyes. He kneeled on the bed and reached behind to unclip the strapless bra before pulling it off. “Tell me, baby, who’s allowed to do this to you?” He asked as his hands cupped my breasts with a grin.

“You, Stiles,” I said breathlessly as one hand moved to go down to my panties. His long finger swiped over the damp material.

“So wet for me already. Is this all for me?” He whispered as he inched down to face my lace. His finger hooked the band of my underwear before swiftly pulling it down. I groaned lightly at the feeling of the cold air against my bare skin. Here I was, fully exposed and ready for him.

Stiles licked his lips before dragging a finger across my wet folds eliciting a moan and my back to arch at the feeling. “Stiles,” I moaned out.

He hummed softly before pushing his face closer and licking a stripe straight up. A high-pitched scream escaped me while he pushed his face into me and dug into my cunt. I panted softly as he stuck his tongue in, wiggled around, and pulled out. He pushed my hips down with one hand while the other replaced his tongue’s spot. He slipped a finger in, knuckle deep, while skimming against my clit with his teeth. His tongue darted out at random moments causing me to pull at the handcuffs, wanting my hands free.

A knot slowly builds in my stomach as he continues his magic. My hips ground against him as I tried to get some more friction, the need to come slowly becoming unbearable. His fingers curled inside me causing me to let out a borderline pornographic moan and screech. “Stiles,” I yelled out while moving against his fingers.

“Come for me, baby,” he said huskily while watching me. He sped up his pace, slamming his fingers in and out, as I came around him. His face pushing closer to lap up everything with his long tongue. My eyes rolled back slightly as stars danced around my vision. My breathing came in short pants as I tried to recover from it. I did not realize he could do that.

“Hmmm,” he hummed while licking his lips. “What do you want, baby?”

“Stiles,” I whined as he came face to face with me. “Please.”

“I need your words, doll. Tell me what you want,” he whispered while sucking hickeys into the juncture between my neck and shoulder. My head lolled to the side at the feeling of him biting softly.

“Stiles, I need you inside me. I need your cock ramming into me until I’m screaming so loud the whole neighborhood can hear.” Stiles let out a loud groan at my words. He rolled over to grab a condom from the stand. He opened it with his teeth and quickly pulled down his pants before rolling the latex on. (non-latex if you’re allergic. Be safe, kids ;) )

He moved my legs and settled down in between them. He bent down to put his arms beside my head. He pulled me into a kiss as he slowly pushed into me a groan being muffled by my lips. He started at an even pace as he tried to adjust to the feeling. My hands pulled at the handcuffs as he sped up. A silent moan left my mouth. Stiles took this chance to slip his tongue in, his hands moving around my back to pull me up slightly. I tilted my head to get a better room while trying to get closer to him.

“I love you,” he whispered while pulling me closer. He bottomed out as his thrusts became sloppier. My hands pulled as my body shook at the feeling.

“I love you too,” I whispered back as I began to see white dot my vision. His panting brought me near as a final thrust and his thumb against my clit caused me to come. My hips jerked against him as he groaned loudly. Our orgasms rocked the both of us. His hips rocked against mine as we rode out our orgasms. I tried to catch my breath as I slumped against the bed. My eyes closed as tiredness took over my body.

Stiles stood up went over to clean himself off slowly. He came back with a damp towel. He quietly began cleaning me as he watched me with a soft smile. He grabbed a key off the table and uncuffed my handcuffs before pulling on some shorts and tossing the towel in a pile of dirty clothes. He walked to his closet and pulled out one of his lacrosse jerseys. He walked back and pulled it over my head before dropping down beside me. He pulled me into his arms, kissed the top of my head, and snuggled into me with a tired look.

Then, we fell asleep to the beat of each other’s hearts.

…and Scott smirked while taking the money from the pack. “That’s right, I’m always right,” he announced while high-fiving Lydia and walking away like a boss.

#stiles #stilinski #stiles stilinski #stiles smut #stilinski smut #stiles stilinski smut #x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf smut #celebration

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theoddcatlady · 8 years ago

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Who Lives Under Briar Elementary and High School?

Briar Elementary and High is a small school of just under three hundred students, from first grade all the way to senior year. It’s spaced between two buildings and has been running since the early 1900’s, although it was just a high school academy back then.

And apparently there’s a monster in there now.

It’s just little things that leads people to believe there’s something supernatural lurking in the halls. The things that would go missing, only to turn up later caked in muddy finger prints. The food theft, mostly lunchboxes, but sometimes whole pizzas would just vanish into thin air. Hearing something crawling under the floor. And the hissing you can sometimes hear while in the girl’s bathroom in the highschool. If you go in there alone, sometimes you’ll make out whispers.

There’s three rumors about what it really is. I’ll go over each one.

One. There’s a creep who lives in one of the nearby caves and invades the school to get jerk off worthy memories and supplies. In the area where Briar Schools is there are a lot of caves and tunnels that go underground. Kids have wandered in there and never come out. One of them’s beneath the school actually but I’ll get back to that in a minute.

Now, supposedly, there’s a man by the name of Dale Horton who lives in these caves. Dale was a pedophile who preyed on little girls, inviting them to his house to model for him before he’d rape them and slash their throats, draining their blood so he could drink it later. He even shaved their heads, he liked how their hair felt. Dale was caught and sentenced to life in prison, but on his way to permanent lock up he broke free and hid in the cave system. They never caught him.

However, I’m gonna have to break your hearts on this one. There is no ‘Dale Horton’. Dale Horton never existed. Seriously, I looked it up. No serial murder pedo either. The closest I can find to this sorta crime is a serial rapist that attacked three teenage girls before being caught. He was a fellow student by the name of Kyle. I think he managed to shake the charges off though, I never found evidence of an official case being brought against him. Eh, that’s life when you’re a white guy with a sports scholarship.

Two. It’s the ghost of a teacher killed by a spurned lover.

This legend’s literally as old as the school. There was this woman, Miss Agnes Cherry, who taught the freshmen music. Beloved by all. Always pleasant to have around. And of course, had many admirers among the staff and students. One student in particular was downright obsessed with Miss Cherry. So much in fact, he got her alone and begged her to run away with him so they could get married.

Agnes told him to go away and that his actions were inappropriate. In response he took out a knife and slashed her throat, dragged her out of the school into the mud before he killed himself. That’s why everything’s covered in mud when she touches it. People have even seen Agnes’ ghost, a pale woman covered in mud and always sounding like she’s gasping for air.

Okay. Agnes was actually real. So was her admirer. Her throat was slashed too. But she didn’t die. Nope! She actually survived the attack and went on to marry the principal. Her daughter teaches at the school, Ms. Patton. She’s in charge of the Creative Writing class, I’m ninety percent sure she made up the rumor that Agnes died just to get a kick out of the students’ stories.

There’s one more. The one that has the least amount of detail. It’s another ghost story, about a girl who used to go to this school. Feeling like she was ugly and had no one to love her, she broke a mirror and cut her throat in the girl’s bathroom, effectively ending her life. This one doesn’t explain the mud though, and doesn’t even try to say who she was as it’s clear bullshit. There’s never been a suicide on grounds.

But I knew her name. And I knew what really happened.

Samantha Bishop. That was her name. She was a sophomore. Her favorite color was teal. She liked pearl earrings. Her favorite food was lasagna. She loved Garfield, even had pajamas with his face on it. Avril Lavigne was her hero. She was saving her money to one day go to one of her concerts.

But she also was socially awkward and suffered from a lack of self-esteem due to her glasses prescription giving her the appearance of having enormous, buggy eyes.

This just made her a target for people who didn’t bother to look past the book’s cover. One girl, in particular, and her friends. Audra Hart, Candice Whitfield, and Cindy Sweet. Audra was the ringleader. She used her nail polish to write nasty messages on Samantha’s locker. Knocked her things from her hands. Would constantly talk shit about her, right while she was in the room. One time when she was on her period, Samantha bled through during class and when Audra saw the red stain on the back of Samantha’s pants she screamed out loud about how ‘filthy’ Samantha was.

Filthy Sam. By the end of the day, everyone was calling her Filthy Sam.

The tormenting just got worse. Her mother tried to stop it, oh she did. But Audra’s father was a major figure on the school board and donated yearly to the sports program. So Audra got away with every damn thing.

But of course came the day things got taken too far.

Typically just before lunch time, Samantha would go into the bathroom to just get away from the bullies from a few moments. And typically, said bullies would be too focused on getting something to eat rather than chasing down ‘Filthy Sam’.

But this time Audra had to go to the bathroom. And when she saw Samantha, she couldn’t resist the chance to pick on her again.

It started off simple. The name calling, ‘Filthy Sam’, ‘Bug Eyes’, ‘Alien’, ‘Freak’. When Samantha ignored her, likely advice from the staff, Audra started to get meaner. Made cuts about her mom being a slut, her ‘retarded’ little sister.

‘So stupid she can’t even make it into kindergarten, huh?’

That was too far. Samantha loved her family. Her hard working mom who’d divorced and remarried. Her little sister who schooled from home due to Asperger’s. It was too much.

So Samantha turned around and slapped Audra across the face. A much overdue slap, if you ask me.

But Audra reacted back, much harsher. She grabbed Samantha by the hair and slammed her face into the mirror, shattering it with the force. Samantha dropped from the floor and stopped breathing.

The girls, panicked that they may have accidentally murdered their ‘prey’, remembered that in this particular bathroom there was a crawlspace in the floor where they kept the cleaning supplies. They opened it up and with a heave ho shoved Samantha’s lifeless body into the crawlspace. They slammed it shut, cleaned the blood off the mirror, and went about their day like nothing ever happened. Cindy ever so kindly reported to the teachers that the mirror was broken. They plotted to return after school and somehow smuggle Samantha’s body out in an instrument case before dumping the body wherever they could.

See, now we’re getting to the part about the caves, and the fact one of those tunnels happens to be right beneath the school. When the girls returned and opened up the crawlspace, they found a hole that plummeted straight down to a bottomless pit. Perhaps throwing Samantha in there so roughly had broken the floor. Maybe it just couldn’t support the weight of a teenage girl. Either way, Samantha was gone.

Assuming she was dead, the girls made a pact that they’d never tell anyone, boyfriends, husbands, teachers, or parents, that they’d killed Samantha.

Life went on. Samantha made the news when she turned out to be gone. Audra was questioned but let go, they had no proof she had anything to do with Samantha’s disappearance. Soon her locker was emptied out. Her desk remained empty. Audra and her friends graduated. Went to college. Got jobs with the influence of their families’. Married rich. And no one knows about their dirty little secret of murder.

Samantha’s mother because depressed but kept it together for the youngest child of hers, another daughter by the name Patricia. Patty for short. Patty grew up with all the love of her mother and stepdad. She found her love in poetry and writing, creating scripts for comics by the time she was twelve.

And she ended up going to Briar Elementary her sixth grade year. Despite her social difficulties at first, Patty found a group she could blossom with. Bullies were laughed at in their faces, Patty never really understood their insults anyway. Where Samantha lacked self-esteem, Patty almost had more than her fair share. She found herself to be different from others, sometimes in ways that confused or angered them, but she was still worthy of respect. Her skills in writing blew away her teachers, and she was moved up several classes in order to keep her challenged. She won contests. She was the president of the writing club by her eighth grade year.

I’ve always found communication tricky, by the way. It’s so much easier to just write the words out. Sometimes I’ve had to have accommodations made for me, given my sensitivity to sound and difficulty eating in front of others, but rather than bother them each time I ate in the bathroom. And it was that bathroom where I found my sister again.

I heard the rasping breaths below the floor, and although I’d heard rumors of ghosts and pedophiles, I didn’t believe in them. And rather than run away, I opened up the crawlspace.

She dropped away so fast I could barely make her out, but I caught a flash of her pearl earrings.

That night, I went to the school. More accurately, under the school.

It was tricky, finding the right cave, but I took my time. Mapped myself through it. And soon I was under the school.

And I found where Samantha Bishop had been all these years.

I wouldn’t go as far as to say she’s become primal, but after receiving the head injuries and being completely isolated for so long, I think it’s safe to say she’s lost her mind. She’s several pounds underweight from a strict diet of rats, toads, and rainwater, has torn out most of her hair, and is now completely blind from living in near total darkness. She knows it’s me though. She knows my voice, my scent. She knows I’m her sister.

I haven’t attempted to force her out from her squalor, I can barely get near her without her darting away, deeper into the caves. She had moments of clarity where she’s told me what happened, but most of her vocalizations are hums and clicks of her tongue, similar to the croaking of the toads. I have helped her though. Brought her blankets, clothes- her uniform was nothing more than rags at this point. Brought her lasagna and other healthier food in attempts to give her more strength.

I don’t know what to do though anymore. Should I tell the police, and force her from this nightmare she’s been living in into a whole new one? Make her reenter a society that tried to kill her?

Besides, I can’t explain away the fact that Cindy and Candice were found dead in their homes, their ribs gnawed on, innards ripped out, and their throats cut with the glass shards of mirrors.

And I almost wish Audra hadn’t moved out of town.

It’s going to be hard to hide Samantha so long in the backseat of my car.

#sixpenceee #sixpenceee stories #horror stories #scary stories #my stories

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demigod-dems · 8 years ago

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junghope fanfiction mistresslist

because i clearly don’t know when to stop

(previous yoonseok fanfiction mistresslist)

Before you start reaping the fruits of this list, here’s some info you should know:

- The list is made up of fanfics I have personally read and thought worth reading (I have read a lot more than these, and a lot didn’t make the cut)

- This list is in no way finished and done, it will evolve and update as I gather more fics for you to enjoy (feel free to message me new ones or some that i’ve missed)

- I’m a fluffy marshmallow and enjoy happy endings, so 99% of these fics won’t have any tragedy / death / gore and mutilation or cheating AND it won’t have any mpreg, because I am just not into it, sorry

❤ Favourites

☆ New to the list

FICS IN THE SAME SERIES CONNECTED BY BLOCKQUOTE

last updated: [19/09/2018 03:06AM]

A-D

☆ 11 Things To Do Before You Die (bucketlist, friends to lovers)

☆ 27 Kisses (Hoseok is confused)

☆ ❤ A Little Help (oh my god, just. Read it, I love it so much, WIP)

☆ ❤ A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing (A/B/O, beta Jungkook wants to be knotted)

❤ another life (wistful, nice, BonVoyage AU)

☆ An arrow to the foot and a bow to you (pretty ironic for Hoseok to shoot himself, him being a cupid)

☆ all because of you (sad hoseok, but overall uplifting fic)

❤ all tomorrow's parties (jungkook/jimin/hoseok, a common hobby, AU)

always nice to meet you (AU, ace!guk, platonic)

❤ all the world’s noise (ridiculously sweet AU)

☆ Are You Sure (you want to stay?) (Jungkook overthinks)

☆ baby, you're a caramel macchiato (fluff)

☆ Be a good baby, mr. bad boy (Jungkook is good just for Hoseok)

☆ Belt Loops (public)

Bloodflows (unplanned bath sharing with Jungkook)

Black Cat (ancient Egyptian deities, AU)

❤ bone + tissue (sex, tension, photos, AU, sssssooooo goood)

☆ Boy Meets Boy - Boys In Luv (Hogwarts AU)

Brat (fluff)

breathe again (daddy kink)

Break Your Plans Tonight (sex worker hoseok, new gang recruit guk, smut, AU)

☆ Bunny Boy (hybrid AU, human Hoseok)

☆ Call Me Baby (Jungkook wants to be called ‘baby’ by one person only)

can you teach me how to feel real (drabble, robots/androids AU)

'cause i'm burning up, burning up for you baby (yoonkook/hoseok, pizza delivery boy AU)

☆ Come Over Here (And Overwhelm Me) (Jeongguk takes a yoga class on a lost bet)

☆ Coffee in the Morning (KookYoonseok, needy Jungkook)

☆ Creep (the famous shower incident)

crushworthy (awkward jungkook, teasing hoseok, AU)

☆ daddy’s good boy (Jungkook wins a private skype session with camboy Hoseok)

☆ Daydream (Hoseok borrows Jungkook’s laptop and finds some personal videos, daddy kink)

❤ Dance With Me Hyung (sexual tension up to the sky)

- Pt. 2

- Pt. 3

Double Texting (AU, fluff)

Don't Say Goodnight (Don't Say Goodbye) (AU past lives)

❤ DOES/DOES NOT (both are oblivious and everyone’s frustrated, AU)

Dream Chaser (Members only, nightmare, fluff)

☆ Drip Drop (A/B/O, submissive alpha Jungkook)

E - H

even my name, knelt down inside me, asking to be spared (mentions of prev. char death, past yoonkook, mental health issues)

eventually (AU, awkward Jungkook)

❤ Fall and Recover (ONLY THE BEST JUNGHOPE AU EVER???)

❤ Go (ONLY THE SEQUEL OF THE BEST JUNGHOPE AU EVER??)

Hit Well With an Open Hand (dumbasses slapping each others butts)

☆ Faceplant (Jungkook crashes into Hoseok)

fallingforyou (short, sad)

Falling, Catching (A/B/O, knotting, mating cycles/in heat, AU)

Fever (Yoonseok/jungkook, crossdressing, smut)

☆ Five Months (very fluffy)

☆ footprint nostalgia (taehyung won’t have to go back to farming)

☆ Forever Seems Just Long Enough (Jungkook has been a permanent fixture in Hoseok’s bed lately)

☆ Golden (KookYoonSeok, Jungkook has a nightmare)

Hard. Rock. Steady? Rock. (Daddy kink)

☆ ❤ helping hand(s) (maybe Jungkook has a crush on his best friend that happens to have tentacles)

☆ Here in your arms ( sometimes the air is too quiet and his limbs are too restless, Jungkook sneaks into Hoseok's room)

❤ Hold Me Close (betrayal of a trusty heater, fluff, AU)

☆ hold me tight (KookYoonSeok, bondage)

☆ Hope is Last to Die (childhood crush, AU)

☆ #HopeKookWeek2017 (link to whole series ↓)

1 - how long, baby, have i been away? (oh, it feels like ages though you say it has been only days)

2 - your skin is so soft (kiss him once, kiss him twice to keep the night on)

3 - heaven’s on the backseat of my cadillac

4 - we can't hold back 'til the night escapes

5 - they'll hang us in the louvre (down the back, but who cares, still the louvre)

6 - you don’t have to leave (you could just stay here with me)

7 - shiver shiver (you strip the buttons off my coat)

☆ How to Make These Feelings Known

I - M

☆ ❤ i wanna be yours (Jungkook has been in love with Hoseok since he's 15)

☆ If You Let Me In (soft and fond winter evening)

i'll take you on (established, sore loser Jungkook)

i'm not a coffee drinker, but i lost sleep thinking about you (so pour me a cup, i need to wake up) (tired Hob, fluff)

☆ I’m bound up in you (Jungkook wants to ask something new, rimming, facesitting)

☆ i’m coming home to you (every night) (jungkook’s sensitive nose has trouble sleeping)

ineluctable (pool boy Hoseok, rich home-owner son Jungkook, AU)

☆ It’s Called Appreciating Beauty (lets admit, Jungkook is a liiitle obsessed)

☆ It's important to stretch before strenuous activities (Hoseok is a personal trainer and Jungkook has had his eyes trained on him)

is it me that you see? (tell me i'm not dreaming alone) (kookyoonseok, AU, fast paced)

Join US (vkook/hoseok, birthday present, smut)

☆ Joke (Jungkook needs to be punished)

Just a Boy (And boys have Needs) (hormonal teenager Jungkook, weak Hoseok)

Jungkook started a game (VHopeKook, Jungkook is shameless, really)

Keep On Wanting (smut, established)

Young (pt. 2)

Cosmic Love (pt. 3)

Found You (pt. 4)

A Beautiful Mess (pt. 5 , Junghope/Yoongi, not finished)

The One (pt. 6)

Take a Breath, Take a Step (pt. 7)

I'll Give You Love (You Wanted Nothing) (pt. 8)

Love You (Even In My Sleep) (established, sleepwalking, kink negotiation, smut)

❤ less is more (less is a bore) (a lot of hickeys, feelings, AU)

❤ Lather Me Whole ( Prince Jungkook, Hoseok, his servant ↓ )

Mark Me As Your Own

Whisper In My Ear

Keep Me In Your Hands

Tie Me Up, Hold Me Down

Life with demons (should not be this hard) (exorcism AU, ending frustrated me to tears)

like everybody else (Daddy kink)

Lionheart (aged up, established, AU)

☆ Lose My Cool (highschool AU, yearbook photographer Jungkook)

☆ Lucidness (daddy kink, the big red hoodie)

❤ Ma Tulipe (a BRILLIANT, soft glowing fic, AU)

☆ Mountain Dew Me? (Jungkook is a bartender)

☆ Mommae (Jungkook gets caught watching something)

☆ my favorite places (it gets too much sometimes)

N - R

Name The Stars (and know their dark returning) (getting together, fluff)

New Romantics (AU, piercings)

no mess, no fuss (aged up, AU, rough sex)

❤ Noge Do Poda (yoonseok, yoonkook - yoonseok just like Jungkook)

Noge u Zrak (yoonseok, junghope)

Dolje na koljena (yoonjunghope)

No One But Me (Jealous Jungkook, Oblivious Hoseok, established)

☆ ❤ not a booty call (the feelings, oh my god the feelings)

☆ now my bedsheets smell (like you) (5 times +1 one time)

☆ of white lies and autumn leaves (pretend relationship, ofc until it’s not)

☆ on the edge (wakeboarding, ‘rivals’)

☆ On My Life (I Swear) (Bodyguard AU, multichaptered)

one shot (is all i need) (bartenders, AU)

☆ one strange night in one strange city (rich young businessmen au)

☆ Ousia (magic AU)

☆ pas de deux (growing old together, fics like this always make me sad even with happy ending)

☆ Perfect Ten (bowling AU)

petting (predebut)

☆ Pink Cushion (Jungkook needs some disciplining)

☆ Room for Three (Yoonseok fall for Jungkook)

S - V

[second] (student/teacher relationship AU)

☆ Sing For Me (part of ot7, smut)

☆ Sixth Position (miscommunication, getting back together)

☆ share my life (it's yours to keep) (might as well marry they’re so domestic so fast)

Shelter From the Storm (fobias, jungkook trying to fix things, AU, slightly bdsm)

☆ ❤ Skip The Glory (demon AU, rough sex, some tentacle action)

☆ Social Animals (nonsexual intimacy)

☆ Somebody’s Crying (Hoseok is the resident dorm advisor)

☆ ❤ sparkles in his eyes (my heart is jumping out)

stars (brotp, drunk jungkook)

study time (aged up, established, AU, piercings and tattoos, bottom hoseok)

☆ stuck (sometimes Jungkook’s mind gets.. stuck)

Stranger Dangers (rape kink)

☆ stitch me up (you're so pretty) (Jungkook enrolls into an embroidery class)

sunshine (angst, character death)

☆ Sunshine next door (both Jungkook and his cat crush on Hoseok)

☆ sweeter than honey, softer than silk (no milk, however) (nursing kink and some awkward conversations, KookYoonSeok)

talk me down (petting, fluff)

☆ That Kinda Lovin' Turns A Man Into A Slave (they run away from Catholic boarding school)

❤ the underlying rhythm (favourite hyung, drabble)

☆ the feeling of getting you closer (is taking me under) (anal fisting)

the world is in your palm now so take a breath and calm down (Hogwarts AU)

The One (Hoseok steps in as a stand-in date)

The Stars In Your Eyes (Are Only For Me) (Space AU)

❤ these spaces between infinities (so so so good ;=;, AU)

❤ there and back again (sports therapist Hoseok, soccer player Jungkook, AU)

☆ ❤ the world could use more of you (modern magic AU, multichaptered)

☆ this feels like falling in love (a step away)

☆ touch me in your own sweet way (Jungkook would not be lying)

☆ ❤ touch, my love. touch my heart. (Jungkook is into ASMR and Hoseok happens to make asmr videos on youtube, this is so nice)

too naughty to say no (Vhope/Jungkook)

☆ Tryna Count Me Out (who goes around kissing random strangers?)

☆ Twist of my Heart (misunderstandings)

Untraditional (A/B/O, kookyoonseok, AU)

☆ Up in the Sky (Hoseok is a businessman and Jungkook is on his first shift as a flight assistant)

W - Z

☆ wanna stay locked (between your fingers) (hair pulling)

☆ we could be together (if you want) (it’s been 2 years)

❤ What It Means to Know (breathplay, platonic)

☆ While You Were Sleeping (Jungkook is having a wet dream and Hoseok doesn’t want to interupt. much)

☆ Whipped Like Cream (they’re whipped)

wide awake (seokjunghope, jealous junghope, smut)

☆ world business (collars and bsdm, canonverse)

your warm embrace (AU, fluff)

☆ you attack my heart (surely you're my destiny) (jungkook wants to be pretty)

☆ you got me catching feelings (they start as fuck buddies, but start catching feelings)

☆ you are my favorite "what if" (and my best "i'll never know") (junghope are hoeing w each other at a club)

☆ You Don't Need To Hesitate (so they’re handcuffed together)

☆ your love is bright as ever (Hoseok worries)

☆ you’re staring too much (Jimin sees straight away that Hoseok has a crush)

☆ you're the sun in my morning babe (KookYoonSeok, birthday sex)

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