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A Thousand Little Things

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He sat up suddenly, ripping the earbuds from his ears and opening his mouth in surprise. He whipped his head around to the boy sitting next to him - Brian, or Ryan, or something - he couldn't remember the kid's name to save his life. Mystery-name-kid was staring at him, annoyed. The whole class was staring at him, annoyed. Mrs. Reynolds, who was inexplicably standing right in front of his desk, was staring at him, annoyed. Neil's stomach dropped as he realized, mortified, that the entire class had heard the tinny clatter blasting from his earbuds, which were now hanging limply from his sweaty hand.Tous Droits Réservés

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Still Believe In Magic? (A Buckin Fanfic), écrit par JustAFlockOfBirds

After Chris' famous "conscious uncoupling" from Gwyneth he is an emotional mess. But not for the reason everyone thinks. Chris will never tell anyone the true reason for his split from his wife though, he could never do that. The only thing that gives Chris a spark of hope is writing music. But his bandmates are getting more and more worried about him as it's been months since Chris' split and he doesn't seem to get any better. Eventually Chris' bad emotional state turns out to be a threat for the entire band. Chris knows the only way to end his pain is to reveal the truth, but that is a really hard thing to do. After all the truth could mean the breakdown of everything that is important to him.

Remembering You | MitsuKou | TBHK, écrit par Cheesydogg

For the entirety of winter break, a familiar but forgotten boy with pink hair was missing from his class due to large injuries that landed him in the hospital. Before entering the classroom, he did everything to look nice enough when he got back. Although the boy didn't want to get attention from anyone, all eyes were on him when he stepped inside the classroom. His plastered hand was the key thing that everyone stared at, including his unfamiliar face. However, a very well-known face from the class was one of the people who didn't acknowledge the pink-haired boy at first. A blonde-haired boy with a safety earring chatted with his friends until he finally noticed the other sitting down in the seat in front of him. He trailed off quickly, blinking a few times, thinking about if he met him before. His face was so familiar, yet he couldn't put his thumb on who the boy sitting in him was. (Possible NSFW later on?? Dunno yet probably shouldn't)

Squeak, écrit par anboyden

She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award

~My Teacher Hits Me~ (Book 1) [Rewritten], écrit par JadeHero330

~~~~~ "C'mon, cupcake. Why are you always trying to avoid me? All you're doing is delaying the inevitable." "And what's that?" Rylan spits, annoyed. He brushes her hair gently behind her ear. Rylan flinches when Blake's hand makes contact with her skin. "I enjoy taking what I can't have, especially when it's a challenge. I want what I want. And you...are something I desperately want." ~~~~~ "Do you think you're special, Rylan? Are you really so stupid that you think you're better than me--that you have a say in what goes on in my classroom?" Mr. Quinn asks in a deep, menacing voice. He glares at Rylan and digs his fingers into the skin on her forearms. "You don't. You. are. nothing. So you better get that through your thick, little skull." Mr. Quinn presses his face closer to Rylan's so she has to turn her head to escape his hot breath. He lets go of her left arm and grabs her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. "I. abhor. you. And all students like you. I'm in the position of power here. You'd do well to remember that." ~~~~~ If Rylan had it her way, she'd be going to school, hanging out with her friends in her free time, and returning home every day to two loving parents and the safety of her home. But if life has taught her anything, it's that you rarely ever get to have things your way. Her school life is quickly becoming a nightmare. Her English teacher is emotionally unstable under the professional front he puts up and Rylan has managed to catch the eye of the resident "bad boy" and his cronies, which doesn't seem to be boding well for her. Rylan can't even count on her house to be a safe haven anymore--not while her nightmares can penetrate walls. It's not just her happiness that's at stake here. It's her life. But can she stand up to the people who scare her most, or will she end up just another statistic? --------- © 2015 Miranda JK

For You |Buckin|, écrit par OnlySuperstition

#1 In Buckin --------- After the release of Parachutes, the band is hoping that they won't end up as a one-hit wonder. Spending long hours with the same people can change how you view them. Will working on A Rush of Blood to the Head strengthen or demolish their relationship? Some background berrychamp #2 In chrismartin and in jonnybuckland

My Greatest Escape, écrit par erotica0katness

"Since you don't know how to shut your fucking mouth, I'll fill it with my cum to shut you up," Kol seethes, looking down at me like I was dirt on his shoe. I loved the way it made me feel. The way he made me feel. He looked at me like I was a whore, but also the only person who mattered to him. I felt my pussy pulse in need of his cock between my legs. I look down at his cock and see it throb. As much as he affected me, I sure as hell had one on him. "You know, you've been saying that for a while now and I've yet to have your dick in my mouth," I taunt. -------------------------------------------------- Maya St. Martin is an 18-year-old girl who has more sexual knowledge and experience than a 70-year-old woman. She loves to go out, drink, and have parties with her friends. It's finally time for her to follow her older siblings and go to college. There, she lands her eyes on a certain college junior that's quiet, broody, and so incredibly sexy. The problem is.....he wants nothing to do with her. But, somehow he always finds himself wrapped up in her and her problems.

The Professor and I , écrit par Serenityytheauthor

"Fuck, why do you always make things so hard Rayne?" he stood there with an intense frown on his face. "What do you mean Spencer?" I crossed my arms. "You always run away," he now held a sad face. I was hesitant. "We both know this will never work let alone the consequences" He walked closer and lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him. "I could care less about the damn outcome." he made direct eye contact with me. "I- I think I fucking love you." Rayne has always been the golden child of the family, always tamed but not yet impressed with the opening of her life. Spencer is just an average professor (you'd think) Spencer loves teaching and helping people grow but yet he's so mysterious when he's off campus. ***NEEDS MAJOR EDITING***

Days Are Numbered, écrit par Hstowe

Growing up in a strict household. Eighteen year old Haley, had never been to a single concert except for a Blood On The Dance Floor one, she had always dreamed of seeing and meeting her idols. Black Veil Brides, she did not have a favorite guy; she favored them all. They helped her through her toughest times, with their music and videos on YouTube. One day, Haley grabs her lap top and looks up where BvB would be performing next. To her surprise, Houston TX was their next destination. They would be playing there in two days. With barely any money, Haley finds what she can in those two days, and then she leaves. She never thought the day would come, the day of finally meeting her five idols. However, what happens when the concert is over? Will she find a way home, or will she end up falling for a certain drummer along the way? She only has five days, and those days are numbered. What will she do?

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭, écrit par TheOfficialAduke

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝? 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡? 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥" • A student on scholarship and a shy university professor. An almost very unlikely pair. • "You don't understand how important she is to me" I clenched my jaw, feeling the urge to throw something. "She's everything to me and I just...I just ruined it!" My voice ripped through my throat as I flung the glass of whiskey at the wall and I watched it shatter while the golden liquid stained the neat white walls. "She's gonna be fine, Theodore" Asher said with a somber and empathetic expression on his face and I scoffed. "Fuck yes, she's gonna be fine! But what about me?" I tilted my head at him and he inhaled. "You'll be fine, Theo." he spoke so softly I wished I was that calm. I wished I could be. "Not without her I'm not" I dropped back in my chair, my hands shaking violently and she wasn't around to help me get through it. PS: Lyrics of a song by Nasty C- Flaws and All. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 22𝐫𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐜, 2020 Completed - 17th Oct, 2021

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The Professor and I cover

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Still Believe In Magic? (A Buckin Fanfic)

After Chris' famous "conscious uncoupling" from Gwyneth he is an emotional mess. But not for the reason everyone thinks. Chris will never tell anyone the true reason for his split from his wife though, he could never do that. The only thing that gives Chris a spark of hope is writing music. But his bandmates are getting more and more worried about him as it's been months since Chris' split and he doesn't seem to get any better. Eventually Chris' bad emotional state turns out to be a threat for the entire band. Chris knows the only way to end his pain is to reveal the truth, but that is a really hard thing to do. After all the truth could mean the breakdown of everything that is important to him.