Phelan Smith is 24 years old. When he's not busy with university, he works in a club called Flow. No, he's not a waiter, or even a bartender. Phelan is a stripper. Things start to get complicated, though, when Phelan's new favourite regulars in Flow show up at his university - and one is his professor. Warning: this story features drug abuse, homophobia, and abuse within relationships. If that's something is deeply painful for you, I don't recommend reading this book.

Thinking about what it could've been and about what it was, what it was.

sapnap wishes he could burn his school down and forget about his teachers, his problems, and that stupid shithead blondie. sapnap x punz high school au ~~~ tw: drug and alcohol use, swearing, sexual content no warnings in chapters. ♡ spotify playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2RRxpju0zJyQbnGZrPIXZb?si=LwuEqOApTEmFbyu1uIguIQ&dl_branch=1 word count: 39915

"I-I" His speach got caught in his throat. He tried to talk, but the only thing that seemed to be heard were vowels. This frustrated him to a point where he just didn't even want to try to speak. He continued to stare at the man before him. Crimson red eyes, like blood almost. Maybe even a richer shade of red. His hair, that silky raven hair that fell to his shoulders. That pale, porcelain skin of his. His strong jawline that held sharp canine like teeth you can see when he smirked; his trademark. His nose was pointed but it accentuated his full lips and the almond shape of his eyes. Naruto knew this person. He knew him very well. "S-Sasuke." He whispered, finally able to get a word out. The man looked at him, unphased that Naruto learnedbhis secret. "You-You're a-uh-a" "Yes, Naruto." Sasuke interrupted the blonde boy's stutter. "I'm a devil. Something your parents told you to never play with." Naruto's breath hitched....