#its due tonight lol i am so close to the finish line

[axe8472]

men will literally get to the conclusion of their two thousand word essay that they ahve spent the whole day writing and just. stall.

[klaus-is-the-real-number-1]

The day we caught the train (Slytherin!Five x Hufflepuff!Reader)

 missvifdor said:  It would be for Five Slytherins with a Hufflepuff reader 🤗 they are very opposite in personality but they complement each other. I love Harry Potter and the umbrella academy, so i'm glad you write about both 😄 thank you,

A/N: this was like kinda vauge so i made up like a story line i guess?? Its kinda a mess and really long?? hope this is ok!! I really like these because i used to be obsessed with HP, in this i imagine Five would be from the really posh part of london where, the reader being opposites to him would be from a northern town and theyre both in sixth year which is age 16-17, i had to do so much research for this lol

Words: 2711

Footsteps echoed through the long empty halls as curfew rolled around, the sounds of students rushing to get back to their dormitories after a long night of studying and hushed whispering of passwords was not an unfamiliar sound at this time of night. Pictures were left empty as their residents wandered away out of frame and the castle slowly went to sleep, except for the prefects. As the sun went down, the prefects got up to do nightly patrols to make sure no students were up past curfew, each house prefect patrolled their own areas around their relative commonrooms to catch any wrong doers, not that they were many.

Tonight was your turn, patrolling the basement level and the kitchen corridor around the Hufflepuff dorm room, waiting for anything exciting to happen yet you knew it never would. Hufflepuffs always had a strong moral code and a clear right from wrong, every single patrol you carried out during Fifth year when you were appointed prefect you never caught a single person, now part way into sixth year still not once incident had occurred.

Yet, for some reason, every patrol you had ended up with a certain Slytherin prefect following you around, Five. Five was unusual to say the least, he was a well respected and slightly feared student, cunning and determined, he had a close knit clique of fellow pure blood slytherins, yet for some reason out of everyone in the whole of the castle, he had a soft spot for you. Even though he’d never show it in front of others, during the light of the day he’d sneak in side glances and small smiles, especially in the first few years making sure no comments came your way about your muggle parents or your upbringing.

Exactly on queue, a familiar sound of footsteps echoed down the staircase leading to you corridor only to stop short at the last step. A small ‘lumos’ echoed throughout the quiet hallway before Fives head pops into view, checking it was actually you there before a large smile breaking on his face as he walked into view. “Hey.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be on patrol?” You smile to him as he got closer, crossing your arms over your chest.

“They know it’s me on, no one would dare try anything.” He smirks knowing he was right, striking fear into everybody, except you. His eyes soften and his tone became gentle when he was speaking with you. He’d always been like that, from your first journey on the Hogwarts express, talking the entire train journey up, secret library meeting when you both realised things weren’t as simple as just being friends. Things got difficult when blood ‘purity’ came into play, when suddenly you couldn’t be friends, which hurt.

The dimly lit hallways excentrated his features, his sharp jaw and high cheekbones cast shadows on his face and neck, yet his dimples still shone through when he smiles and breaks up the harsh exterior that he puts on. Stepping closer, you lifted your hand to run it through his hair, watching his face break out into a smile and wrap his hand around your waist. Small displays of affection weren’t uncommon between the two of you, only increasing through the years of being at Hogwarts. “I’m so glad you stopped gelling your hair back.”

“Don’t remind me.” He rolled his eyes, remembering his poor style choices of his past. You move your hand and run it down the side of his face and across his jaw, taking a second to admire him before dropping your hand.

“I’ve gotta go, my shifts nearly over.” A sad looking smile broke over his face as he slowly lowered his hand from your waist. “I’ll see you tomorrow though.” You say as you lock eyes with him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He repeated back to you. He smiled and started walking towards the stairs, just before his foot touched the first step he turned back to you. “Goodnight, y/n.”

Dueling was always one of the most exciting parts of Hogwarts, it was a welcome break from the immense workload that sixth years had to deal with. In sixth year you were expected to be able to cast non-verbal spells, a mentally challenging task where some were better than others. Over the past month your defence class had been working tirelessly on being able to cast successful non-verbal spells with the promise of having a period where you would be duelling, which was exciting for everyone involved, a chance to show your abilities and represent your house.

“I’m going to be pairing you up today,” Your teacher spoke to you all as he was stood on the dueling table, met with a grumble from the students. “With student of the same ability.” He continued, seemingly unaffected by the disappointed sounds of the sixth years. “When I call you out, both of you will come to the stage.”

Cheers and boo’s echoes throughout the room as students from different houses duled, light flying from wands as students desperately tried to conjure spells without speaking, some pulling through well where others barely being able to produce anything at all. Tension rose throughout the room as more people slowly got paired off, everyone wondering who would be the next pair.

“Y/n and Five.”

Smiling, you walk up to the stage and face Five, seeing a small smile emerge from his stern expression. Wands at the ready, you wait for the call to start from the teacher, already knowing your strategy. The air turned heavy and the room turned quite as everyone was ready to watch the duel, you were both the highest achieving students in the class and people were eager to see who would be the best.

Then it started, Five casting the first spell only to have you deflect it, causing a gasp to echo through the room. You knew it would be a risky move to cast a spell that hadn’t been taught, a spell that wasn’t even in the curriculum. It was the only way you had ever found deflecting a spell without having the spell hit your opponent, Five was stunned for a second before hitting back with another spell, only for you to deflect it again and again and again. Waiting for a hesitation from Five to strike and then you got it, a gap in his relentless spell casting when he took a second too long to think about his next spell. 

Before he could blink, he was thrown to the floor with his wand flying out of his hand as you hit him with expelliarmus. Cheers erupted from students interspersed with nasty comments from the Slytherin students, you walk over to Five who was winded from his fall on the floor. Offering your hand he goes to take it before hesitating, under the watchful eyes of his Slytherin clique he lowered his hand and picked himself up, brushing down his robes. 

“Right!” Your teacher stood up on the stage with you and Five. “Class is dismissed, remember to keep practicing these non-verbal spells.” Your eyes never left Five as your teacher spoke, you felt a stinging sensation wash over your eyes accompanied by a throbbing in your chest at his actions. You shook your head and turned away, unable to keep looking at him without bursting into tears. 

“I need you to stay behind.” He turned to you, giving you a stern look only to soften when he saw you in near tears. Slowly, everyone left the room, either going to the library or commonrooms to await their next lesson due to the early finish. Closing your eyes, you gently tapping the lids with your fingertips to try and ease the stinging feeling, you take a deep breath before re-opening your eyes.

“Am I in trouble?” You say as you sit on the side of the duelling stage, legs swinging as you play with your hands.

“Not exactly,” He sighs, sitting in a chair facing you. “Where did you learn that?”

So you start to explain, lying as you went, as you explained you started to immediately regret even casting the spell in the first place. In fourth year you were spending a late night in the library, trying to find any books to help you excel in your classes, you had piles of books in front of you and then one book you opened had sheets of parchment paper interspersed with the other pages filled with spells that weren’t on the curriculum. It was filled with defence spells, jinxes, curses and more, it had been your guide ever since you found it. This, however, was not what you explained to him, simply saying you were doing some reading and found it and were unable to find the book again.

You could tell he didn’t believe you, but sensed that he wouldn’t delve too far into your story. “You can’t pull anything like that again,” He looked at you for a response so you just nodded. “I won’t go any further with this, you can go.”

The rest of the day went slowly, doing everything in your might to avoid Five, you had been patient with him all these years and him not even wanting to let you pull him up because of his little gang looking at him hurt, it stung. You know he’s loyal to his house but after 6 years of always hiding and sneaking around you just couldn’t bare it anymore, couldn’t bare the fact that Five had let this wizarding class war consume him.

Post day was always fun, hundreds of owls flying into the great hall and dropping off post from friends and family at home, some received letters while others got large packages sent in. Bruce was your barn owl, he was large, brown and robust, he would usually reside on your parents farm, being well loved and looked after by your whole family whilst you were away but always knew when you needed him in the castle.

In he came, swooping down with a letter tied to him and landing elegantly in front of you. Petting him with one hand while the other unties the letter, excited chatter filled the room as most other people were doing the exact same thing, wondering what their loved ones had sent them. Carefully opening the letter, trying not to tear the envelope, your eyes scan over the hand-written letter, smiling at all the information that was written in great detail.

At the very bottom they’d attached a photograph of them all together smiling, along with your dog and a few other animals they all looked after. As you were smiling and showing your friends you felt it get pulled out of your hand; turning around, you were met with one of Fives Slytherin friends waving your photo around, calling on his friends.

“Ere’ give it back.” Getting up, you try and swipe it from his hands only for him to hold it higher, scrunching it as he did.

“What are you going to do about it, mudblood-” Before he could finish his sentence the photo was snatched out of his hand by Five, lightly tapping it with his wand and the photo returned to pristine condition before handing it back to you with a small smile.

“Behave.” Five said to him, pulling him away from your table and back to theirs. A smile snuck onto your face as you sat back down, Five had never done anything like that outside the darkness of the library or the nightly patrols, let alone in front of his friends. 

Then, very slowly, he started to actively integrate himself into your life, talking to you in class, helping each other with homework after classes and even sitting with you at lunch on a regular basis. Building up your trust for him again, building up your friendship publically even with all the snide comments other people gave him, he ignored them all for you.

As winter rolled round, snow dusted the castle and surrounding areas as if it was a cake getting doused in icing sugar about to be presented for a meal. Cold nipped at your noses as you made the trek into Hogsmeade, students rushing to buy last minute presents for loved ones before christmas break as well as a stream of students flocking to the Three Broomsticks to get their last sips of butterbeer before the train journey home.

The Three Broomsticks was so full that students were being turned away, it was bursting at the brim with some students even even sharing chairs. The atmosphere was buzzing with excited students, conversations so loud that you couldn’t even hear yourself think. Five and yourself had been lucky, opting to come to the pub first thing then doing your christmas shopping, finding a small booth hid in the corner.

“So are you excited to go home?” He was wrapped up in a hoodie and jacket, a discarded hat and scarf lying on the table, leaving him with flushed cheeks and tousled hair. 

“I ain’t going home,” You say, taking a sip of butterbeer. “I never have, I’d have to get the muggle train back north, costs around 100 quid each way.” You tap your fingers against the half empty glass. “Canny afford it.” 

“You’ve never gone home for christmas?” Sadness was present in his eyes as he locked them with yours but you just shrugged.

“It’s not that bad, it’s like, my sixth year staying so everyone is just used to me now, I get to phone home and they basically give me access to the kitchen and all the teachers who stay put on interest lessons and such.” A breeze caused you to shiver, wrapping you jacket tighter around you. “I also help with the animals.”

Upon seeing you shiver Five leant over the table to wrap his scarf around your neck before gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear; the small display of public affection causing you to blush. Once you’d finished your drinks you head into town, looking down the alleys for all the little shops you could find, looking for the perfect gifts for your family, asking a slightly unenthusiastic Five for a second opinion and just receiving a series of raised eyebrows or nods of his head. 

Taking your time to walk back to the campus, Fives hand had found its way into yours, swinging your entwined fingers as you went. As the large castle came into view a bittersweet feeling washed over you, knowing that Five and everyone else would be leaving for the holidays tomorrow while you stayed at the castle. Even if the empty hallways felt like home there was always a pang in your chest on christmas morning, even if it did ease off during the day whilst sat round with friends and teachers, it still made your chest throb.

Joy was evident in the great hall, everyone talking loudly and laughing with their friends knowing they won’t be seen for the next two weeks, an exchange of gifts and cards being passed around. Slowly, everyone faded out to the dining hall, getting ready to get on the Hogwarts express home, you passed around hugs and goodbyes as your friends left the common room, all of them leaving cards and parcels by your bed and made you swear not to open them until christmas day. 

All morning you were looking around for Five but were never able to see him and as everyone left for the station you were convinced he had gone. Defeated, you walk through the empty hallways to the great hall for the regular meeting where the staff discuss the rules with the rest of you who had stayed behind. You heard a voice call your name behind you, quickly turning around, you see him. “Five?”

“They needed a male prefect to stay on campus,” He says as he gets closer, grin covering his face. “So I volunteered.” Instead of answering you just throw yourself at him, embracing him in your arms. His arms instantly wrap around your figure, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Thank you, Five.”

[lemon-boy-stan]

revolt with romance - king jinheung x reader

so, lol. guess who started watching kdrama? this is probably gonna flop but idk lol. genre: smut. warnings: swearing, title kink, oral (f. receiving), over stimulation, double orgasm, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids)

Jinheung’s mother was ambitious but you had no idea what you had gotten yourself into. Sure, you got extra privileges other people didn’t, but surely you didn’t have to be cooped up inside the inn almost twenty-four-seven.

You knew that Jin hated it. Being hidden. Unable to do anything. As did you, equally so.

You didn’t know which you loathed more - being stuck in the same place every day, scared you might get killed in your sleep, or his mother - who you’d agreed to keep your mouth shut about, Jinheung had said not to poke the snake too much or she might explode (by ‘explode’, he meant ‘seperate the two of you by all means necessary’ because Ji Soo liked to wreak emotional damage). 

Being together was already pressing the woman’s buttons. She didn’t want people knowing her son existed. So she gave him a choice; “you can either be silent the rest of your life or be silent with that stupid girl to entertain you,” and without breaking any of the Queen’s limbs Jinheung agreed, only with your consent.

The two of you were close, if people looked they would be able to tell (of course, no-one knew who you were enough to care to catch so much as a silhouette) that you and the king had been together for a very long time.

It was somewhere close to midnight and the game of chess was getting boring, you threw your head up and groaned loudly, one of your best pieces had just been killed, making Jinheung chuckle softly and you glare at him in response.

The rest of the inn would definitely be asleep by now; not even its keeper was awake. The servants were asleep as well (but it wasn’t like they went in your room, that was off-limits.) and the room itself was uncomfortably quiet as the moon shone through the windows.

“Is she even going to let us get properly married?” Jinheung hissed, taking another of your pieces off the board. You shrugged, your mind wasn’t really on that right now. You were more focused on the apparent assassin who’d been sent to kill the both of you. 

"And I've heard the rumors. Do you know what they call us? Do you know what they call the man and his woman from Otka?" He used a dangerous tone.

“We just need time, Jin.” you said quietly, bringing a smile on your face so you might have a chance at lightening the mood. Alas, your masterful attempt ended with disaster; Jinheung merely rolled his eyes, "it's disgraceful. If they knew... if they knew who they called ghost slut and faceless bastard..."

"So, let's use our names," you say suddenly, changing your mind, determined to keep Jinheung in a good mood, Jin frowns, his beautiful sharp eyebrows furrowing as he ponders the vices and virtues of your statement.

He opens his mouth, most likely to shut the conversation down and shake his head, but you cut him off, eager to win him over.

You're both adults, and not too far off from your seats on the throne. You both know how to use a sword and how to defend yourselves.

"It would be a bit strange, wouldn't it?" You began with a soft smile, "if the capital finally learnt who the king was but the queen killed his soon-to-be queen not fairly after?"

Jinheung curls his lip -if there was one thing he loved about you so much he wouldn't trade for the world it would be how bold you were; you weren't officially married yet.

Did twenty-six years not show you what love truly was?

Jinheung's mind hissed the words at himself. Jinheung sighed and you let out a half-hearted sigh; he frowned, this was not the reaction he wanted.

"But it's fine. I was just -" Jinheung moves the board and table it was on in one swift move, the pieces cluttering to the side silently.

Then he lunges forwards, groaning softly, black hair tickling against your skin; and soon his lips are on yours....

"Lin Y/N," Jinheung's voice makes you throw your head up in pleasure, "You're beautiful. Prettier than the stars, moon, and sun combined, more ephiphanic than every flower in all of Silla, yet stronger than fire from a bon, and your skin -"

"Jinheung," you hiss loudly, "hurry up." He smiles again, this time properly, to both sides, a smile you haven't seen in a long time.

"You weren't going to let me finish my speech?" Jinheung smirks, his sharp eyes getting darker, "you're quite -" he looks for the right words, "daring." And finally finds it. "But," he strokes your skin softly with his hand, "you'll soon learn," and slides your robe off carefully, making you moan at the cold touch of the air, "the consequences," another brush of his fingers, "of interrupting," he places a kiss on your stomach, "my speech." And smiles again.

"You insufferable bas -" you begin. However, due to Jinheung's tongue making its way down to your clit you interrupt yourself with a moan, "Jinheung," the way you say his name is so satisfactory that he keeps going even though his original intent was to reprimand you, but so what? Anything to annoy the Queen would suffice as satisfactory. "Jinh -" he interrupts you with a finger pressed on your lips and you throw your head back again, moaning quietly.

"Our children," he starts, leaning back down to admire the view of your cold skin, "will have truer bones," bends his head down, "than the snake herself," and dives his tongue inside you. "So true," he whispers, "that their names will be in the next book of Tae Te Ching,"

You nod wanton, tangling his black locks with your fingers, his tongue playing with your clit, teeth tugging and pulling on all your soft spots. "You're a pretty girl, Lin Y/N," he whispers, "and a sly minx. Show the world," he breathed in a soft husky voice, his tongue vibrating against your skin, "tell them. Tell them who you belong to, who their nameless king really is..."

Jinheung spreads your legs and rolls his tongue, making you breathe sharply, even pant, he knows exactly how to wrap you around his finger.

"My king..." the phrase is much louder than you intend and Jinheung smiles again, "Jinheung... please..." he breathes on your skin and you gasp loudly.

"Tell me," he whispers, "who am I, my precious flower? Shout my name and my title to the world, sigya."

"Jinheung!" You cry his name out; Jinheung's gone and bitten your clit while hooking two fingers in your spot. "My king..." You're breathless as you moan, "my king, Jinheung. Jinheung. Please, I need you..."

"How much do you need me?" He smirks, face still buried in you, hair still in your weak grasp, "how much do you need your king, Jigya? Revolt. Revolt with romance, Lin Y/N."

"Bastardly pervert," you hiss fondly, to which he replies with the shake of his head and a tingle that goes all the way up to your stomach, "no," shaking his head, you frown, "no?" Another shake, "no."

A few seconds of silence reigns, tension building, "your bastardly pervert," he's smirking now, you moan softly, "and your king." Jinheung has taken his clothes off and even though you've seen him naked many timed he's even more beautiful.

"And you," he strokes your clit before parting with the wetness even though cum is dripping from your thighs, instead, Jinheung lines himself up with your body; he's now hovering over you.... "You, Lin Y/N, are my queen." And without warning, Jinheung slides inside you.

Now you scream, you cry out in pain and pleasure although he's not sure which is which so he sushes you but praises you at the same time; "My king, Jinheung! Jinheung!"

Now both of you are moaning and breathless as Jinheung goes faster, thrusting, palms pressing against the floor, kissing you into moans every time he goes down. "Y/N..." he's only out of breath an hour later and by now you're sure that everyone in Silla has not only woken but lost their purity as well; there was no point in covering a child's ears.

There was no doubt that Jinheung was huge, sometimes he hurt but tonight he didn't. “Jinheung...” you moaned his name as he groaned yours, “Y/N...” his breathing was heavy, and his thrusting became sloppy, he grunted your name as you screamed, you came a second time.... Jinheung spilled into you, breathless.

“I love you, Y/N...” he breathed lazily, going down one last time to place a kiss on your forehead before finally collapsing, it would be a while until you would clean up but you didn’t care, “I love you, too, my king,” you whispered, Jinheung gave you a look, “I love you, too, Jinheung,” you corrected yourself with a sly smile.

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[horrorslashergirl]

The Lurking One: A Shadow Horror Story

Authors Note: Decided to write a story for my newest Slasher OC, Shadow. People seem to really like him, despite him not having a face claim. lol

Warning: 18+ for horror, gore and torture, plus add in trauma

Words: 2.4k words

It was one of these late at night study sessions for the ones that slacked during the year and had to catch up with what they lost; Giula was one of them and she cursed herself for letting her time be filled with sorority activities and parties.

The Northeastern University campus was empty save for the security guard; Guila being the only student who was currently in the library catching up to a project that was due to tomorrow. She could have done it back at the sorority house, but she knew the girls would distract her and tempt her with other activities such as preparing for a college festival that was in two weeks.

Her grades were more important than social activities that would print into her status, not to mention her parents who had a talk with her about the fact that college wasn't a gateway for drinking and hooking up with guys.

Guila sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose, checking the old antique clock of the library.

10:35 PM

Her gaze moved back to the tons of files and books on the wood desk she was sat at. She just finished the project, but she needed to revise it to make sure everything was perfectly done. The grade for this project was important and she wasn't looking for another discussion with her parents and the headmaster.

She will look it over in the morning; she needed to be fresh tomorrow for the presentation and looking like a crackhead in front of the judges wasn't a pro in the book. Putting everything back into her bag neatly, she pulled her hair out of the tight ponytail, letting her auburn locks fall freely down her back, almost to the hips.

Walking out of the library and locking the door; thank God the old library lady was a sweetheart and left the keys for her to close. She walked down the hallways and taking the old victorian ascensor to the low floor. Before she could exit the building she stopped by the cubicle of the security guard, handing him the keys.

"All done for tonight, dear?" Arthur asked, taking the keys and setting them on his desk.

"Well, finally so. I will have to own Mrs. Hariot for leading me the keys to the library." Giula told the old man with a smile.

"Ahhh...She's an angel among here. Trust me, it was her pleasure." he old the girl, sitting back down at his desk, a copy of  Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen was on the desk.

"Have a good night without incidents, Sir." Giula told the gentleman guard who nodded.

"Nothing ever happens around here. Kids nowadays don't read books anymore, so I don't think someone will try to break into the library." Arthur joked, making Giulia giggle and nod, although feeling a little by what he said.

"I suppose so. Good night." the girl waved off, stalking towards the exit.

"Likewise, dear!" Arthur called after her, going back to the classic novel.

As she opened the door, a chilly air hit Giulia in the face, making her wrap her arms around herself. It was definitely colder than when she got in the morning here. It was earlier spring, the days warm, but the nights reminding that the winter just recently moved away.

She was wearing a white button-down with dark blue jeans and some ballet flats that made her legs all shaky; her light brown cardigan not helping at all. She couldn't wait to get back to the sorority house and bask in the warmness of her bed and away from the coldness of the night.

It was just a 20 minutes long time walk to the house, but it seemed like much more to her now that she was all alone and shivering like a hairless cat.

Mentally, she cursed her parents for not letting her drive, always scolding her that she wasn't ready. Overly protective parents and their old school mentality always made Giulia feel like she was still a baby. She was 22 and in the second year of college for Christ's sake.

She couldn't wait to finish college and get a job; Oh the dream of having her own apartment and not having to deal with doll-like girls who owned Porches all because of their wealthy daddies. Now thinking more about it, she was the only one who didn't have an overly rich family; maybe the girls kept her because she was the only one who was first to clean a mess, make breakfast when the others were hungover.

The streets were all deserted, none was outside, most people here being locals since birth or college students who basked in cheap beer and gossips at this hour.

This neighbor that gave off hostel-like vibes made her skin be covered in goosebumps, smelling a faint scent of weed, beer and hearing the music blasting from the apartments above. The police wouldn't come to stop the noise, since there was none to be bothered by the hypnotic beat.

Guila could feel eyes on her, but every time she turned around to take a look there was none, just the slight wet streets and alleyways that adored this place. Each time she passed one, she would halt her walking, afraid two big clawed hands will brisk her away into darkness.

She rolled her eyes as a guy from above cat-called her, probably drunk off his ass, and his girlfriend a few feet away from him at the window making out with his best friend.

Boston really was filled up with these types of students, getting great opportunities and throwing said blessing out the window because of blinding hormones, and the idea of being young means I'm indestructible.

'Just 10 more minutes and you will be home.' Giulia thought to herself, but it quickly went off the window as pain shot through her scalp, before she knew it she was dragged into the darkness of an alleyway.

One strong arm wrapped around the middle section of her waist, but the other moved to her neck, feeling the prickle of something cold against her neck; a blade, a knife, something that was indeed sharp.

"Scream and you can say arrivederci to your precious vocal cords." the person that held her spoke, voice raspy and very eerie, definitely a male.

"P-Please...Don't kill me." Giulia whispered, afraid that if she raises her voice too much, he won't keep on his promises.

"Shush now. I heard that line all too many times and it gets very monotonous." the man spoke right by her ear, running what she assumed was a scalpel over her cut, not slitting her throat, but surely making a small cut to show that he wasn't playing games.

She was panicking, her breathing getting more on the hysterical edge, then she did the first thing she could think of. She kicked him in one of his shins, making him groan, but he didn't back off. He did throw her in the opposite direction of the alleyway against the brick wall. Giulia grunted and whimpered as she hit the ground right into a puddle.

Her hazel eyes looked up and she felt terror strick her as he stalked over to her wet and bruised form, like a panther ready to pounce on its prey. She could scream, but the music from the apartments above was so loud she wouldn't have a chance in someone hearing her.

One cold leather-gloved hand wrapped around her neck and he slammed her back into the wall, showing so much strength that got her the image of him snapping her tiny neck like a twig.

"That was some dirty move you put up there, little wench. Although I am a very patient man." he whispered, and now that he was in front of her, she could make out what he looked like.

He was wearing all black, probably a very expensive tailored suit with a scarlet red tie, not even a glimpse of skin was shown. What really caught her attention was his vintage-looking fedora and the creepy raven like a mask. 

A doctor purge mask? She heard of them from her brother who was very into history.

"W-Who are you?" Giulia choked, his hand tightening around her throat at the question.

He hummed like he was deep in thought.

"I think the public eye has birthed me as the Shadow." he answered her question.

It took only a few seconds for Giulias eyes to widen and her body to tremble. She heard on the news about him; the unknown brutal killer, never seen, none to survive to tell the story and how they described his murderers on television.

The killer known now as Shadow chuckled at her horrified face.

"Ahhhh....So you heard of me. Good. I hate to explain information to someone who cannot even work their brain enough to avoid someone dangerous." he mused, making the young woman whimper and cry, then she began to swing her legs in an attempt to hurt him.

Only for her head to be slammed multiple times against the brick wall until her vision blacked and she fell on the dirty ground by the pristine black Oxfords he was sporting.

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The lightbulb above flickered to life and Giulia opened her eyes, looking around like a desperate animal caged, or more like chained by her neck, a metal collar digging into the skin of her neck and creating red and purple marks.

Her doe-like eyes looking around and stopped on the black-clad figure.

The Shadow.

"Ahh...I'm glad you're awake. I might think I hit your head too many times on the brick wall. I usually prefer drugging my victims, but you were acting like too much of a mindless animal." he began to spoke so fluently, calm, like everything that was going on was a normal occurrence for him; like discussing the weather over a few drinks.

The man was laying some tools neatly on a metal table; surgical tools, like scalpels, forceps, scissors, retractors, and clamps. Giulia felt a bile form in her throat, starting to tug on the heavy chain that was bounded against the concrete wall; no luck.

"Let m go, you fucker!" she screamed and in an instant, her back meet the cold wall, gloved hand grasping her jaw tightly as the leather beak of the mask brushed against her face.

"You smell putrid, although there is that faint strawberry scent of your perfume." he commented, fingertips digging more into her jaw and making her whimper and sob.

In his free hand, he held a pair of surgical retractors and her eyes widened when he forced her mouth open, one finger pulling her upper lip to expose her pearly white teeth and pink gums.

"You have a nice set of teeth there. I adore your canines especially." he whispered, then he grasped one of her canines with the retractor, tugging on it and forcing a pain-filled scream from Giulia; the next twin teeth following. 

Her tears filled eyes looking as he held both canines between black covered fingers.

"Very impeccable indeed." he murmured, going back to the table.

The metallic taste of blood and sterisol filled her mouth, scarlet dripping down her chin.

She knew this was far from over as his thumb run over the shiny scalpel.

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Giulia didn't know how much time has flown; one month, maybe two? She hadn't seen the light of the day in so long and she wished dead would overcome her.

She was in so much pain; the things Shadow did to her. First the canines, then her fingernails went off and when she spat on his mask she thought she was going to die as he poured acidic fluid down her scalp; her beautiful long hair was just a burned memory.

Dead was supposed to come, but the sadist treated her wounds like an expert at the hospital, only to remind her that death was far away from her.

Then the begging, telling him what she will do anything, even getting on her knees and possibly giving him new ideas. His words were absolute humiliation.

"I know what you're implying, ignorant wench." he told her as his gloved hands were running down her naked hips, then he left her.

"I'm not a rapist, darling. Never found any fascination with taking someone against their own will in that way. I prefer my slave to be willing, but you're not. So I advise next time you keep these sick fantasies to yourself." he told her, mocking and making her feel even more stupid.

She caught glimpses of him doing awful things to the other girls; one of them skinned alive and every muscle on full display.

"You're just too perfect, aren't you?" he told Giulia, making her a confused mess.

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She did manage to trick him when he was busy piercing her earlobes multiple types, having to bite her tongue as she stole the keys to her chains.

Then when he found her moving down the hallways; she almost got her leg blown off when he used a shotgun after her. She had opened the door to the exit and was meet with the night. Running through the forest, looking behind her over and over.

Her luck was finally getting to the principal road and a car passed by, getting in, and again she was in danger. The old man tried to rape her, but she was brave enough to jump out of the car when they were in town.

After 30 minutes of limping around the streets, she finally spotted a police car that was patrolling.

Interrogations followed, but she always spoke the same words, too traumatized by the events.

'He is tall and in all black. He doesn't seem human. No human could do this. He pulled all her skin off like she was a rabbit. His voice, makes me wanna throw up, it's so raspy it makes me wanna be deaf so I cannot hear it anymore in my head. What he did to the other girls...I cannot describe. He said that I'm perfect. What was that supposed to mean?'

Her parents were devasted when they found out about everything that happened and her mother fell on her knees crying over and over when she finally saw Giulia face to face.

The worst was that she could no longer be let on her own; nightmares, voices, aggressive outbursts, and feeling like she was constantly followed. She was scared of her own shadow.

When the police found the whereabouts of where Giulia was held everything was gone, not even a spot of blood like there was none there in the first place.

Why clean it all up if Shadow wanted the bodies to be found in the first place?

Needless to say...Nights in Boston weren't safe anymore.

[staruplatinum]

White Lines

this is a commission trade I did with the amazing @e-lectroma ♡ her work is absolutely stunning and if you haven’t seen some of her drawings you should definitely check her out!! Especially if you like LaSquadra and Diavolo! 

Warnings: NSFW, blowjobs, cum swallowing, facials, throat fucking, drug use (cocaine) 

word count: 1.8K

*writing this made me realize how bad I am at writing blowjobs lol i hope this came out okay :/

Your life with Diavolo, your imperatore, was strange to say the least. But then again, dating the Don of Passione meant your life would be far from normal. From the moment the Don laid his eyes on you, you found yourself warped into his dangerously private life - one that you couldn't escape. (not that you wanted to, of course.) He lavished you with jewelry, expensive clothes, makeup, sex toys - whatever it was that you wanted : you had. On the condition that you’d stay hidden forever, much like him. 

He wasn’t your normal Mob-boss. No one, not even his highest ranked subordinates knew his name, face, or age. So being his girlfriend meant you had to be dangerously careful and quiet, as well. 

And that's how you found yourself in your current situation.

Under Diavolo’s expensive oak table; wearing nothing but your louboutins, and teasingly groping his large cock through his expensive slacks. Begging to suck his cock, which you could already tell was hard due to the tent-shape in his pinstripe slacks.

Diavolo’s gloved hand travelled to your head, where he gave your scalp a gentle rub before tangling the strands of your hair into his fist. He was, to be honest, a little annoyed that you were trying to suck him off right at this moment - but he wasn’t going to complain. After all, what did he expect? The two of you had just snorted a line of coke, and that's bound to make anyone antsy.

“I know you can beg better than that, Gattina.” 

You smiled deviously under the darkness of the table. Your head leaned into your Imperatore’s thighs; inhaling his scent. Diavolo always smelled so good, his expensive Gucci cologne always lingering in the room - wherever he was. Your hands massaged his thighs as your face travelled right up into where his balls were. Playfully, you traced your dainty fingers across the bulge in his pants - hoping to get his attention. 

“Please Imperatore - I’m nothing without your cock.” You stated, batting your lashes up at him and letting out a deep sigh of yearning. You felt energized and bold - you wanted to take his entire length down your throat, up your pussy and up your ass while moaning like a whore for him. This wasn’t the first time you had felt like this, most of the time when diavolo worked you could never get his attention. When he did cocaine though, thats when you knew you could get to him - or at least distract him. Being the Don meant he could have access to anything he wanted, and sometimes when Doppio would bring him a bag of coke - he would engage. However; his little topolina was never allowed to have any. 

“Be good, Topolina. Let your Imperatore do his work. Maybe later I’ll reward you.” He hissed down at you. Currently, he was typing a message for Bucciarati and the rest of his gang, which was a risky feat on its own - considering they could track him down. He had to be extra careful - and your begging wasn’t enough to impress him. 

You frowned, slowly trying to pull away from the gentle grasp he had on your hair. You thought it worked for a moment, until the loud sound of the heavy chair being pushed back against the wooden floor took over your hearing as diavolo pulled you with him. 

You shrieked at the rough feeling, using your hands to try and pull him away from you. The leather from his glove only added from the burning pain as his fingers twisted a clump if your hair, pulling you up to face him. 

“I told you to fucking beg.” Diavolo commanded. With one hand in your hair. The other one found its way to his slacks, where he undid the expensive gold button + zipper and pulled his cock out; showing you it’s entire glory. 

He was long, and veiny. A drop of Pre-cum glistened on the top of his head as his eyes stared down on you. The look on his face was enough to cause fear. He was getting impatient with you, and you soon found yourself cradling your cheek after he slapped you across the face hard. 

“Is my cock not good enough to beg for?” He asked rhetorically as he stood up, pulling your hair to make you stay on your knees. Tears spilled from your eyes as the sting on your scalp began to hurt more and more. You couldn’t even reply to him; only cry and sniffle at the pain he had caused.

“ANSWER ME!” He shouted.

Diavolo used his cock to slap the side of your face with it, tiny drops of Pre cum smearing on your reddened face as the head of his cock pressed into your cheek. He teased you for a moment before he pushed passed your lips - eventually settling in your mouth. You wiped away your tears with the back of your hand before shaking your head. 

“N-no. Your cock is the only one I ever need to beg for.’ you mumbled, trying to get your point across though it was quite hard to do with his cock resting in your mouth. 

”Get to work whore.” was all Diavolo said before pushing his length into your mouth. 

Shaking, you used your right hand to stroke the remainder of his shaft gently while your mouth slowly took him in: inch by inch. You sucked in your cheeks as your tongue swirled around the head of his cock, and before you knew it, you were bobbing up and down on his member, earning an occasional grunt from your Imperatore.

You pulled away abruptly, taking a moment to catch your breath. A string of your saliva could be seen attached from your lips to his cock. 

Diavolo didn’t like this, and as quick as you were to pull away, he slapped you hard across your face once again. A dark red patch was starting to form on your skin, a clear indication that he had hit you one too many times. The pain was bad, and your eyes nearly rolled back into your head from both agitation and lust. 

By this point, your makeup was far beyond ruined. 

“Did I fucking tell you to stop, Puttana?” He growled. 

“Deeper.. please… deeper Imperatore.” You moaned, biting your lip and looking up at him with heavy eyelids and batting your lashes once again. You were even so bold to touch your clit, rubbing it sensually as you begged your Imperatore for more. It was a quick move on your behalf, but you didn't want to make him angrier than he already was, especially because the effects of coke might make him act out irrationally. 

He was.. taken aback by your sudden enthusiasm, and a big smirk appeared on his face. His hand let go of its grip on your hair and he caressed both of your cheeks, cupping them, and bringing your mouth back to the head of his dripping cock. 

“You want me to go deeper, bella?” He asked, though it was more of a statement than anything. You nodded and hummed, kissing the tip of his cock gently. In all your time you spent dating Diavolo, you knew one thing that he liked the most was hearing you beg. 

Diavolo groped your cheeks with his left hand, while his right hand guided his cock back to your opened mouth, forcefully pushing half of his length down in a sheer instant. 

“Show your Imperatore how whorish that mouth really is-”

As soon as those words left his mouth, you had already leaned forward: taking the entirety of his length down your throat. Luckily you had trained you gag reflex, or else this whole situation would have gotten worse than messy. Diavolo felt like he couldn’t even breathe from how deep you took him - but he wasn't going to show weakness. Instead he let out a loud grund and used the force of his hands to fuck your throat. He pulled your face close to him, shoving you as close as he could to his pelvis, making your nose inhale his scent once again. 

You loved hearing the guttural grunts and soft moans he let out - along with his swearing as well. To you, it was even more of a turn-on than anything.

As you took his entire length down your throat, Diavolo pushed his foot out right under your dripping cunt. You instinctively began to rub your clit against his expensive Italian dress shoes, moaning as he continued to fuck your throat. 

“Filthy bambina… are you really going to cum on my expensive shoes?” He asked. Once again, it was rhetorical. He knew the answer, and the fact that you were deepthroating him meant you really couldn't say or do anything - besides moan.

“Go ahead then, cum.” he stated, watching as your hips jerked against his shoe at a fast pace as you finally reached your climax. 

You moaned onto his cock as he held onto your face- pushing as deep as he could go. You were riding out your orgasm; eyes rolling back into your head. Diavolo followed soon after, and instead of cumming down your throat he opted to pull out and shoot his load on your face. 

“Get ready gattina.” he said as hot white spurts fell onto your lips, over your cheeks, on your eyelids and even in your hair. When he finished stroking his cock and milking out his orgasm, he used his finger to  push any excess cum into you mouth, smiling as you gladly took it all ad swallowed. 

It took a moment for you both to recover, before he removed his foot and used it to push you down onto the ground; stepping on your navel area. 

“Disgusting. You’ve ruined my shoes Topolina. What are you going to do about it?” He asked you. You stared up at him with one eye shut - presumably from his cum hitting you there, and you smirked. 

“I’ll clean them, amore” 

Diavolo stared at you, confused for a moment, before slowly lifting his foot off of you and watching you get to work. You rolled over onto your stomach as you laid down, licking the expensive leather and looking up at him like an obeying bitch in heat.

Diavolo just smirked at you, admiring how obedient his little topolina was. He would reward you for this later tonight.

[joyxsoul]

han jisung as ur boyfriend

-lmao there’s so many of these, but here’s another !! (highschool au rlly lol)

-okay, so u two met at school in ur senior year. he was a class clown type, always making jokes, being loud with his friends annoying every one of his teachers along the way.

-bUt, you made him soft !! like the instant he saw you, a little smile was on his face, making his friends (especially his best friend Felix) tease lil jisung, wondering who, or what could have made him this flustered

-i mean, he stopped talking for a full two hours after he saw you, your power

-anyways !!

-you had a couple of classes together, being history and english, and jisung just loved to watch you whenever there was free time between lectures

-it sounds hella creepy (it kinda was), but the way you scrunched your nose when you were concentrated, or your smirk when you finally figured something out or finished a project made his heart jump in his chest

-you were making THE han jisung shut up

-(like i said, your power :3)

-eventually, he grew the courage to talk to you (which included a pep talk from all of his closest friends, making him stand in front of the mirror and scream, “YOU ARE THE SHIT !!”)

-his tactic was to start with a pick-up line, a very classy, “on a scale of one to america, how free are you tonight ?” 

-hyunjin cringed listening to that one, seungmin was sure jisung had blew it and was gonna beat his ass after

-you were a bit surprised; you two weren’t in the same friend group and you hadn’t been seated together at any point

-but you DEFINITELY knew who he was bc who in this school didn’t know his group (a weird combination of crackheads, intellects, and stoners)

-i’ll let you decide who the stoners are in skz ;)

-being as easygoing as you were, you just laughed, responding with “are you from tennessee ? because you’re the only ten i see”

-jisung thought he was going to piss his pants he was so nervous 

-glad that he hadn’t completely ruined his image in front of you, he pulled out the empty chair beside you and struck up a conversation, most likely something related to the substitute asleep at the teacher’s desk

- you guys began to talk more often, working together on various projects, “studying” in the library (all it was was him pointing out random people in a textbook and saying, ‘that’s you’), and sitting together at lunch

-one night, he was facetiming you about homework for your history class. it was probably around 10 pm, and he spent most of the call complaining about how the pizza place messed up his order and gave him pepperoni instead of cheese 

-he had this gray hoodie on; he looked so tired and you constantly fussed over how he should get some more sleep, but he looked so cute in-

-wait did you just call him cute

-you couldn’t lie, jisung was attractive; his almond shaped eyes, his heart shaped mouth, his fluffy long hair, how his nickname was ‘quokka’ due to his face and his personality, how he texted you every morning and night, the way he said your name-

- “y/n ? is something wrong ? stop staring at my face.”

-oh shit you have a crush on han jisung

- “i told you to stop staring !! what, you have a crush on me or something ?” you shook yourself out of it, staring at him through the screen with wide eyes

-he was playing with the strings of his hoodie, his hair being messy with all the times he ran his hand through it. it was a habit you always rolled your eyes at; he’d obviously spend time in the mornings to make it look nice, only for him to ruin in ten minutes into talking about the cold war

-your other friends (wendy and lucas in particular) always teased you about your relationship with jisung

-”DO YOU SEE THOSE PUPPY EYES ?? LOOK AT HIM STARING AT YOU! !”

-”lucas please shut up.”

-but when you did look, jisung was staring at you, his smoothie straw hanging out of his mouth

-you couldn’t help but laugh at how dumb he looked

-and wow, you almost thought you saw his cheeks turn pink when you giggled 

“i know i wasn’t the only one who saw that.” lucas was looking like he was going to cry, wendy just looked fed up

-you didn’t know when your crush on him started. in those seconds of silence where you and jisung were just ogling at each other through the phone camera, you reflected on where it could’ve all gone wrong

-was it the time he held your hand when he was walking you home when an older man got too close for your liking ? or was it the time you were hanging out at his house and he fell asleep on your lap, only to smile in his sleep when you began running your fingers through his hair ? or was it the time when you two went out for boba tea when the waitress said you were a cute couple, only for him to smile and say, “thank you.”

“..y/n ?”

-”jisung, i have a crush on you.”

-silence

-pure silence

-oh my god, you messed everything up. the screen had gone black, you didn’t hear anything. building up your courage, you actually saw that he had hung up the phone, the numbers taunting you. 

-call ended  2:29

-you didn’t know what to do. your body felt numb, all sounds muted. you could only focus on a car passing by, a bird flying against the wind, the soft raindrops against the window.

-what are you supposed to do ? you had just lost the one person who you cared about the most. you two had known each other for a little over two months, but you'd already grown extremely close. you told him everything, he trusted you.

-and you fucked up a perfect, amazing friendship.

-the rain was getting heavier now, but you didn’t mind. it was always comforting to listen to, especially when you felt upset. your parents weren’t home until sunday, and as it was a saturday night, you had plenty of time to cry it out.

-”Y/N !!”

-god, you were going crazy, you swore you just heard jisung’s voice

-”Y/N !! PLEASE LET ME IN ITS RAINING AND I’M TIRED”

-dumbfounded, you looked out your bedroom window to find jisung, still wearing his gray hoodie, a little drenched, with pebbles in his hand

-oh wow he rlly went full rom com with this one

-rushing downstairs, you pulled open the front door, only to be attacked by a hug from jisung, giggling to himself in glee

- “i got here as fast as i could, i need you.” with that, he pressed his lips against yours, still wet from the rain. he smiled into it, letting out a chuckle when you kissed him back. you pulled away quickly though, the blush on your cheeks turning into a full on tomato. jisung pouted, you poking his face as he flushed pink

- “in case you couldn't tell, i like you too. thought it was obvious.” he elbowed you, leading you up to your room while muttering “this isn’t real, this isn’t real”

-”you sleepy ?” you asked, making room for him on the bed. he just nodded, saying the homework could wait

-it was a little past midnight, and all you wanted to do was sleep. you climbed in, turning off all the lights, feeling jisung’s arms snake around your waist. he put his head into your neck, humming a song that wasn't familiar. just feeling his breath on your neck was making you drift off

- “goodnight sunshine, i’ll see you in the morning.” he placed a lazy kiss on your cheek, and drifted off.

-when it came to you two actually dating, no one was surprised (except mark, but he was oblivious at the best of times). the rest of skz couldn’t care less about what you looked like; they all knew how happy you made jisung and really, that’s all that matters

-jisung was always clingy, but dating him made it worse. he was always nearby, wanting to hold your hand, wanting to play with your fingers; basically any excuse to touch you. if you don’t like pda, he would definitely respect that, it made all those moments you shared with him that much more special

-he always had a nickname for you, but ever since you had first met, ‘sunshine’ had stuck. you never knew why, but jisung just thought you glowed, even at 3 pm on a school day or 7 am on a weekend because wow he loves you

-more than anything, he loved when you played with his hair, whether you were just touching it, or running your hands through it

-he might have liked it a bit too much, but uh you were not ready to venture down that path

-jisung would also spray his cologne on all of the hoodies he gave you because he knows how much you love it

-you have SO MANY OF HIS HOODIES IN YOUR HOME

-it’s not funny

-you keep telling him to take them back, but he doesn’t want them ?? “cooties bro. can’t.”

-you aren’t complaining, they’re comfy >:((

-jisung teases the ShiT oUt OF yOU

-like one day you came into class with your friend acting cute in an attempt to steal some of her hot cheetos

-only to have HEADASS just stare at you blankly, exclaiming “you look mentally unstable” while he laughed at you

-this along with doing middle school boy shit

-i’m talking taking your notebook and hiding it in another spot of the classroom, scaring you in the hallway, making you pull worksheets out of his hands while he passed them out

-think of ANYTHING that gives off middle school boy energy, he’s done it

-as annoying as he is

-he loves you. a lot. like, his main goal in your relationship is to make sure you’re happy with him, that you aren’t going to leave him because he isn’t putting the effort in

-you keep assuring him you love him, that you’d never do that to him. but no matter how many times he nods, or smiles

-there’s uncertainty in his eyes. because of that, he always assures you how beautiful you are, stays up all night if he has to when you pull an all nighter to study, gives you all the hoodies he can provide

-not only because he feels like he has to, but he’d do anything to see you happy; no matter how tired he feels 

-it breaks his heart to see you upset

-one day, you had gotten a test back while hanging out at jisung’s house, trying to help him study. you opened your score and your heart dropped. a 59%. that’s the worst you’d ever done. you had stayed up multiple nights to study, putting off your own personal needs in order to success

-it wasn’t enough. and that hurt

-jisung saw you start to cry and he  f r e a k e d

-oh god, his precious sunshine was crying and he didn’t know what to do

-he fumbled for a bit, saying, “it’s going to be okay !! it’s just one grade !!” only for you to cry harder and him to freak out even more

-eventually, he just hugged you from behind, laying you down on the couch. you were shaking so bad and it was making jisung tear up; he really hated seeing you like this 

-he knew talking wouldn't help, so he let you cry, wiping away your tears and rubbing small circles into your back. 

-”you’re okay sunshine, just hold onto me.” you always thought you didn’t deserve someone like him. someone so loving, so supportive. 

-but you love him. you’ve never loved someone like him; how dumb he sounded but always gave the best advice, always teasing you at any time during the day but shows up in front of your door with flowers just because

-and so when he sings “i smile” while caressing your cheek, you know there’s no place you’d rather be. in his arms, the vibration of his voice lulling you to sleep and just how warm he was

-and when you got to see him perform with the rest of his rapping group, your eyes just couldn’t leave him. his charisma, his confidence, how he’d always wink at you when he spotted you in the crowd. he was truly ethereal there, almost angelic in whatever he wore, because look at him

-almost nothing was better than seeing him backstage after a show to see him; him smirking when he’d pull you into his arms still sweaty when he’d whisper “missed you babydoll”

-no matter how much he’d nag you for staying up too late and not putting enough time into yourself, and no matter how much you’d nag him for not eating enough, you wouldn’t trade each other for the moon and all of her stars

-if soulmates existed, you were lucky enough to find yours in a shitty high school at 9:40 a.m. with a cheesy pick-up line

-but you wouldn’t have it any other way

AGHHHHH i really hope everyone liked this ?? ugh, it feels so rushed, but it’s really late here, so i hope i did sungie justice :((

[xukunstellation]

Fantasy Fest Series: Demon of Mine || Bu Fan [Demon!AU]

Credit to @buyuefan for the gif, which sparked inspiration for this fic!

Title: Demon of Mine Pairing: Reader x Bufan Genre: Witch!AU + Demon!AU + fluff  Word Count: 2,202 words Summary: Magic can be tricky, especially when you accidentally summon a demon into your home.

A/N: My first fic in the Fantasy Fest series! At the time of me writing up this fic, demon!au is currently in the lead in the poll. Who else better to play the role of a demon that Bufan himself? Also, a disclaimer: everything is pretty much more or less fictional. I made up a few things as far as summoning demons go and I also didn’t want anyone to get any ideas, lol. Everything is under the cut because this is the longest fic i’ve ever written I think, oof. Enjoy demon!Bufan! 

Warning: mild cursing, brief mention of blood

ya’ll asked for demon!au

so i gotchu boo

you come from a family of witches 

magic has ran through your family blood line for generations, dating back to the early 1400s

contrary to popular belief, your family did not practice black magic or served the Devil

instead your family used magical skills in order to heal others, even opening an apothecary as a family business

all throughout your life, you loved learning about the functions of different types of herbs and ingredients and using that knowledge to create all types of potions and concoctions 

you also had an affinity for spell-casting and charms

every so often, your parents would go on business trips and travel across realms, bringing back new knowledge of spells and potions that you had never heard of 

sometimes they were gone for months or, rarely, a year

it did feel strange being on your own for long periods of time, but you grew accustomed to it

it also meant you were left in charge of running the apothecary, which you were all too eager for

as you flipped to a page in one of your many ancient potion-books to find the cure for nightshade rash for one of your clients, you scanned the ingredient list and saw that one of the ingredients was virtually illegible due to the fact that the ink was rubbed away over time 

“damn. how am I supposed to make this potion now?” you sighed. “guess i’ll have to ask grandma.”

after closing up the shop so that no customers wandered in, you headed to the back room. shelves lined the walls and were filled with all sorts of magical ingredients, all neatly organized according to their use. the soft sound of the fire crackling under the fireplace and the bubbling of the cauldron hanging above it filled the room. books and papers written in latin littered the tables and floor messily, the aftermath of your charms studying session from earlier

with a flick of your wrist, the books and papers levitated and swirled in the air for a moment before tidying themselves into organized stacks. another flick of your wrist, everything including the furniture moved on their own and cleared the center of the floor

“hm... what was the spell that mom used?” you said to yourself.

you had never summoned your deceased grandmother before, let alone any spirit for that matter. usually it was your mother who did the spirit contacting

looking through a spell book, you stopped at one particular spell and figured this was what you were looking for 

how to summon a loved one

according to the spell, all you had to do was draw a magic circle, provide a drop of blood and say a simple incantation. the circle will automatically summon the one you love, which you figured was your grandmother in this case

sounds easy enough

oh boy were you in for a surprise

you carefully used a piece of white chalk to carefully replicate the image  of a large summoning circle, carefully sketching intricate patterns as you go. facing the fireplace, you slowly inhaled and exhaled, a stream of wind leaving your mouth and extinguishing the flames, turning the room almost pitch black. with that said, you lit a few candles around the circle. gently running your index finger over the other, a small incision appeared. tilting your finger, you let a drop of blood fall into the circle. it was time to start the ritual.

closing your eyes, you channeled all of your energy to your core and began reciting the spell incantation. feeling the magic run through your veins, you felt the air pick up and stir around you, creating a vortex at the center of the circle. shadows danced along the walls to the sound of your chanting that grew in volume with each repetition. the once tiny golden flames were now a roaring, brilliant amethyst. 

your words came to a halt as you finished reciting the spell. the room around you also fell into a complete silence. opening your eyes, you were prepared to greet the spirit of your grandmother

except it wasn’t a spirit

hell (no pun intended) it wasn’t even your grandmother

floating in a fog of purple smoke above the summoning circle was a massive male figure around 6′3′’. his hair was a blood crimson, mirroring his glowing eyes beneath his closed lids. aside from wearing slightly loose black pants and a long trench coat, he was completely shirtless 

(you were lowkey checking out his abs ooh la la)

but what caught you the most off guard was the lilac tint of his skin, the onyx curled horns above his head, deadly talons instead of fingernails, and the powerful presence of obsidian wings that were tattered and torn at the edges and looked at least twice your size

“oh shit i just summoned a demon”

at the sound of your voice, the demon’s eyes snapped open and glared at you with what you believe was murderous intent

fuck

you were going to die tonight 

you were a healer, not a fighter rip you

just as the demon made a move to step out of circle, the spell broke. the magic that kept him afloat disappeared in a flash

causing him to plant face first onto your wooden floor

“....pfffft-”

you knew you probably shouldn’t have found the idea of a potentially dangerous demon in your home funny, but you couldn’t stopped laughing at how someone so scary looking could be so clumsy

meanwhile the demon only winced in pain as he stood back up and rubbed his face before shooting you a look of disbelief

most people would faint, pee their pants, cry, or at least scream in fear at the sight of him

but here you are laughing at him

who tf were you?

“are you done?” he deadpanned after watching you laugh at him for three minutes straight

wiping away a stray tear, you barely managed to settle down and responded, “y-yeah i think i’m good. are you?”

“peachy”

you felt the need to laugh again... until you realized that the spell you used was meant to summon:

a loved one

and it summoned this random demon 

wtf was that supposed to mean

“wait, who the hell are you?” you interrogated

“my name is bufan. i’m a formidable demon of the Underworld!” his loud, deep ass voice boomed before leaning down his height to make eye contact with you

you felt your heart flutter a bit at how close he was

“that’s uh... nice...”

“just... nice....?”

“yeah....”

awkward silence

“so who are you and why did you summon me?” bufan questioned, raising a dark eyebrow at you

“oh! i’m (y/n). i kind of summoned you by accident,” you sheepishly admitted

“how do you accidentally summon a demon?”

“how do you accidentally trip and fall while getting summoned?”

“....”

damn you got him there

“anyway,” you coughed, “all i wanted to do was summon the spirit of my dead grandmother, not a demon. i’m not even sure why the spell summoned you in the first place. not to be rude or anything but can you go back to where you came from? I'm really busy and need to talk to my grandmother so i can start this cure already”

"i can't unless you give me your first born child"

“....say what now”

you gaped at his serious poker face before slowly watching it contort into a shit-eating grin. then he broke into a boisterous laughing fit that shook the whole room with its intensity

you pouted when you realized he was pulling your leg. “this is payback for earlier, isn’t it?”

he calmed himself down to a few chuckles, “i was just trying to break the ice. it’s not every day i get summoned to a cute little witch’s home”

you nearly forgot how much of a smooth talker demons were

blood rushed to your cheeks at his words

definitely not because he called you cute

(it definitely is)

“but i’m telling the truth when i say i can’t exactly go back. that’s not how this spell works. i’m already bounded to you by blood”

you wondered what he meant by ‘not how the spell works’

“the spell book doesn’t say anything about it either,” you sighed. “i guess that means you’re stuck with me for the time being- hey! be careful with that!”

you snatched a bottle of naga venom from bufan who already was snooping around at all of the magical ingredients and things around him

“you’re awfully calm. aren't you afraid i'll take your soul or something?" he says

"bold of you to assume I have a soul"

you were joking of course and he, being a demon, could sense that you indeed did have a soul and grinned at you

“just... try and behave yourself, ok?”

“i’ll be on my best behavior”

bufan was not on his best behavior

you should have known never to trust a demon smh

having bufan around was like taking care of three year old child

he’s constantly asking you questions every time you’re trying to make potions and just genuinely trying to annoy you

“(y/n), what’s that?”

“dragon’s breath”

“and that?”

“alicorn tears”

“this empty jar says teeth. who’s teeth?”

“it’s about to be yours in a second after i punch you in the jaw if you don’t stfu”

“are all you humans so snippy?”

“oh my god”

“more like oh my lucifer amirite”

you were a unicorn’s hair away from hexing him jfc

for someone so big, he was also extremely sneaky and sly

he’s always trying to play pranks on you and using his powers to his advantage

such as using his invisibility to randomly pop in front of you or poke your sides or face when you were doing something

or hiding your phone and other necessities all over the house and sending you on an entire scavenger hunt

despite his childish tendencies, bufan was also quite reliable 

for some reason, he grew to be protective of you although he knew you could protect yourself with your own powers

whenever you traveled home alone at night, he insisted on flying you home on his broad back

which you secretly loved bc flying with bufan was always fun since he would always make it feel like a roller coaster ride by flying in loops and various speeds

there were times where bufan even acted like a mother figure which was both intriguing and terrifying

“(y/n), did you eat yet?”

“no i don’t have any time to-”

*proceeds to make eight different types of meals for you*

in addition, he always had liver medicine on hand and you have no idea how or why???

whenever you were having a bad day, he never hesitated to listen to your problems even if they didn’t apply to him as a demon

over the next few months of bufan living with you, your once quiet and uneventful home was now constantly filled with laughter, annoyed yells, and bustle. you found yourself noticeably happier

but a part of you always wondered if your happiness was only one sided

“bufan,” you called out to him one day while fiddling with your wand

he made a grunting sound from the couch that was situated a few feet from you, indicating that he heard you and was listening

“do you regret being summoned by me?” you nervously asked

no answer

feeling your heart drop when he failed to respond, you assumed the worse and laughed quietly to hide the sadness in your heart

“it’s okay if you do. i wont hold it against you,” you nodded timidly

hearing his footsteps approach you, you faintly remember hearing your wand drop onto the floor before he pulled you close to him

you’ve never felt so tiny oml

“what makes you think i regret being here?” he questioned, clearly confused as to why you were suddenly bringing this up

you shrugged, “i don’t know... i mean, you were kind of forced to. do you miss being on your own?”

“do you?”

it took you a moment to quietly reply, “i’ve gotten used to feeling alone, so if you wanted to leave, i would let you”

bufan could hear the loneliness that lingered at the edge of your words. little did you know, he already knew how much you meant to him from the very first day he met you. there was no way it was an accident. he pulled you tighter to him before kissing the top of your head

“silly little witch. who says i’m going anywhere?”

you tilted your head up at him in surprise, “you’re saying that if you had the chance to leave, you wouldn’t take it?”

“you couldn’t get rid of me even if you wanted to”

and you swear that that was the moment you knew you had fallen for a demon

maybe performing that spell wasn’t a mistake after all

perhaps the universe knew that bufan was meant to be your loved one

because there was no better feeling than always coming home to a certain demon of yours

[sofhyuck]

One and Only You

Genre: fluff, college!au

Word Count: 3.1k 

Edited: no

Masterlist

A/N:I somehow did this in one day?? lol requested here by @bitchimightbeme sorry it took awhile and I strayed from the request a bit. But I hope you like it!!!

Ancient Chinese literature. Not exactly everyone’s first choice in lectures, but a requirement for certain majors. Unfortunately, yours was one of such majors. Out of the tens of students in the lecture hall, you had calculated about seventy percent of them were in the same boat as you. Then there were the ones who actually took interest in the subject, those like Park Jinyoung. The handsome and incredibly intelligent student two rows behind you whom the teacher relied upon to answer questions when no one else in the class dared to look up. Other than to answer said questions, Jinyoung never spoke. Not that you could blame him, considering you never spoke yourself. It wasn’t that you didn’t read the readings, you really did, it was just a matter of understanding, or lack thereof. A combination of not comprehending the text and a hint of social anxiety prohibited you from even daring to raise your hand. Worst of all, however, was Park Jinyoung. He never hesitated to find fault with someone else’s statement, shooting them down with comments filled with snark causing the whole class to fear his sharp tongue. Thus, barely halfway through the semester, no one dared to speak leaving the professor to rely heavily upon Jinyoung.

Today was a particularly draining day for your psyche. You had stayed up late finishing all of your assignments and had to skim the reading for today as you were truly about to pass out. Having a nine a.m. did very little to help with your sleepless state, especially on a day with four classes. Your alarm barely woke you up in time for class to start, leaving you with no time to eat breakfast and go straight to your lectures instead. Luckily, ancient Chinese literature was your last class of the day, leaving you free to catch up on sleep for the latter half of the afternoon. All that was left to do was listen to the professor’s and Park Jinyoung’s back-and-forth. Upon entering the lecture hall, however, you found his empty seat staring back at you. Park Jinyoung’s absence meant only one thing for you: the professor’s undivided attention. According to you professor, sitting two rows directly in front of Park Jinyoung automatically dubbed you as the professor’s new target for class discussion. And, despite being a stellar student, Park Jinyoung was absent at least once every other week. How he managed to stay at the top of the class mattered little to you in that moment as you now had to deal with the professor for the entirety of your hour and twenty-minute lecture. Shoulders slumped, you fell back into your chair, awaiting your oncoming doom.  

❃❃❃❃

It was official: you hated Park Jinyoung. Today the professor decided that this particular lecture was going to be filled with tangents about topics you had never covered; topics that only Park Jinyoung would be able to understand. Of course, due to his absence, you were expected to rebut the professor’s arguments, arguments which you could only begin to comprehend, leaving you to make a fool of yourself in front of the entire lecture hall. Still fuming from your previous embarrassment, you stormed out of the lecture building and made a sharp right in order to reach the dining hall. That’s when you saw him across the lawn. Park Jinyoung. Seeing red, you picked up your speed, marching directly to where he was standing with whom you were assuming could only be one of his friends. His friend, spotting your form storming towards them, began to point towards you, but it was too late. Your hand landed on his shoulder, causing him to turn around and meet your fiery gaze.    

“Park Jinyoung, I swear to god! Why the hell weren’t you in class today? In fact, why do you miss class so much? Every single time, without fail, the professor calls me out and I am sick and tir-”

  “I’m sorry, but who exactly are you?” he cut you off.

You were speechless. You could feel your face heating up, but this time not from anger. All previous thoughts left your mind, leaving you stupefied for a few moments before looking around. Not only was Park Jinyoung’s friend staring, but a few students who were passing by had stopped to observe your tirade. Turning back to Jinyoung, you met his expectant gaze, waiting for an answer.

“I…I well I…I sit two rows in front of you in Ancient Chinese literature…”

You waited for his response or any form of recognition, but his face remained blank. After a short pause his shoulders relaxed a smirk flashed across his face.

“Well, I’ll try not to be late next time.” And with that, he turned to his friend and continued walking, leaving you in a pool of embarrassment and sweat. Maybe you would skip class tomorrow.

❃❃❃❃

It had been nearly a week since the incident. Luckily no one seemed to care, and you went on living your life comfortably. Park Jinyoung continued to take no notice of you in your lecture. Not that you minded, you were more than happy to live your life Park Jinyoung free. Instead, you were left to worry about the final assignment your professor had announced to the class. The topic wasn’t what concerned you the most, you already knew you would be hopeless. No, what worried you the most was that it was a partnered assignment, and, besides Park Jinyoung, you had not once spoken to a single person in that lecture. Today was the day partners were to be decided, and you had no one. With a heavy sigh, you set your books down and plopped into your chair. A few minutes passed by, scrolling on your phone to waste time before the professor arrived. Promptly, you locked your phone and placed in your bag, awaiting the professor’s instructions.

“Here I have a sheet of paper,” he waved it around, “on this sheet of paper you will pick a date and time to present your topic and write your name down. If you wish to partner with someone, write your name down next to theirs. I will hang the list up at the end of class for you all to look at.”

With that, he passed the paper to the nearest person and began his lecture. But how were you to focus when your mind was trained on the paper one row ahead of you? You always knew choosing to sit closer to the front would come back to bite you in the ass, and it seemed like today was your lucky day. All the other students who signed the paper before you were those who came into class late and sat scrolling through Buzzfeed and Facebook on their laptops for the entirety of the class. That left the people behind you to choose who would be your partner, leaving you in a state of anxiety for the rest of the class.

The professors closing statements rocked you from your state of self-pity and left you trudging towards the paper that held your fate within its lines. A small cluster of students surrounded the paper, leaving you to wait in line. Not that you were in any hurry to leave. Once the crowd dissipated you shuffled your way to the paper. Flipping it over, your eyes scanned the page in search of your name. A small gasp passed your lips and your eyes widened. There, written next to you name was Park Jinyoung’s. A wave of fear crashed over your body. Why did he sign up to work with you? Was he planning on sabotaging you for verbally attacking him in front of his friend? Did he even know that was you? Maye he had no one to partner with either and decided to choose a random name. Thousands of questions coursed through your brain as you left the lecture hall, only to be halted by Park Jinyoung’s smooth voice calling your name. Your head whipped around, heart speeding up at his form pushing off the wall facing the hall’s door.

“Why did you choose to partner with me? How do you even know my name?” you spluttered out, cheeks turning red once again at your outburst.

"I actually asked Jaebum, my friend who was with me that day, who you were,” he blushed, “he said he’d shared a class with you last semester and told me your name. I promise I didn’t stalk you or anything. And as to why I signed up to work with you, well, you intrigued me. Never had I been handled so…harshly before.”

At his words your face became aflame. All previous embarrassment from the day that you had managed to extinguish came back with a blazing fury.

“I…I never did apologize for that day. I wasn’t in the best of moods and seeing you outside of class just…set me off, I guess.”

“It’s fine,” he chuckled, “no hard feelings. It can happen even to the best of us. Hell, I’ve blown up worse on my own friends. Just ask Jaebum. Anyways, I’ll be needing your number in order to contact you about this assignment.”

He unlocked his phone and held it out to you, gesturing for you to do the same. Slightly jostled by his sudden request, you fumbled to fish your phone out of your pocket. Unlocking it, you handed it to him and took his phone in return.

“I was thinking we could meet in the library tonight after dinner, that way we can have immediate access to any books we may need.”

Nodding your head in agreement, you returned his phone to him, exchanging a small “see you later” before going your separate ways. A sigh of relief escaped your body. Park Jinyoung wasn’t trying to sabotage you.

❃❃❃❃

Spending time with Jinyoung wasn’t as bad as you thought it would have been. In fact, you would even go as far as to say his companionship was enjoyable. After the first few days of working together, you both decided it would be best to change locations. All your sources and quotes were gathered, so immediate access to the library was no longer needed. The café in the campus center became your new study space and permitted you to converse much more and much louder than in the library. You talked so much, in fact, you knew almost everything about Jinyoung, as he did you. With this influx of information, it was inevitable that feelings would begin to grow. He told you about his family, all of his dreams and aspirations, and you did the same. The two of you hardly got any work done during your sessions together, but you were still managing to keep on top of the deadlines for your assignment.

With thoughts of Jinyoung and your growing feelings for him swimming through your mind, you pushed to doors to the café open only to be met with a tsunami of voices. The café was packed, and you were hardly able to see Jinyoung headed in your direction. Finally, he caught your attention with a wave of his hand.

"I looked around everywhere and there is absolutely no where to sit. Seems like everyone else is working on their final projects,” an exasperated sigh escaped his lips, forming them into a pout.

“Oh, well my roommate is out of the dorm for the weekend, so we can work there,” you devised with a shrug.

“Oh sweet, lets go!” Jinyoung shouldered his bag as he followed you calmly out the door.

You were anything but calm. You were about to be alone in your room with Park Jinyoung, the man you had been slowly falling in love with over the past few weeks. Sweat pooled on your palms, prompting you to surreptitiously wipe them on your jeans. Jinyoung talked to you as he normally would, complaining about professors and Jaebum constantly sexiling him because of his new girlfriend. His voice could hardly be heard over the pounding of your heart, and you spoke barely two sentences before you made it to your dorm. Nearly dropping your keys, you unlocked the door and set your bag on the floor, Jinyoung promptly doing the same.

“I figured we could work on the floor,” you cleared your throat, “if you don’t mind.”

"Anything’s fine, it’s your room after all.”

The two of you settled onto the floor and fell into a serene work mode. At this point your heart had calmed down, and you were able to focus on your work and not the incredibly handsome man sat across from you. When you weren’t discussing the assignment, Jinyoung would interject the silence with anecdotes and stories that occurred since you had last been together. Still not trusting you voice, you kept your responses to a minimum. Minutes turned into hours, and you were creeping closer to the end of your assignment. With sigh of relief, Jinyoung closed his laptop, causing you to look up from your own.

“I’m all done!” He exclaimed, a soft smile gracing his face.

“I’m almost done to,” you replied, “I just have to finish the conclusion and we’ll be all set to go!”

“Do you want me to help with anything, since I’m already done?” Jinyoung questioned, scooting closer to you.

“Oh, um, sure that would be great!”

He moved next to you, leaning over your shoulder, chest brushing against your back. Your breath hitched as he glanced over what you had written. Daring not to move for fear of who knows what, you instead chose to freeze in place, heart threatening to break through your chest.

“It looks good to me,” he rested his chin on your shoulder and your heart nearly stopped. “I think you can just say something like, ‘Qian’s literature not only paved the way for other Chinese scholars but for Chinese authors as a whole’ and it’ll be done!”

You turned your head slightly to face him and smiled, breathing out a small thank you before finishing the conclusion. He never moved his head, instead choosing to close his eyes and take a small break. With a few more clicks of your keyboard, you completed the assignment, saving the document and slightly shaking your shoulder to regain Jinyoung’s attention.

"All done,” you whispered with a smile. He sat up while doing a little cheer before sweeping you into a hug. Your cheeks ignited as you wrapped your arms around his neck with a giggle. The moment was interrupted by a soft ‘ping’ that emanated from Jinyoung’s phone. You pulled away from each other and he reached for his phone only to let out a heavy groan.

“What’s wrong?” you wriggled your way over to look at his phone.

“Jaebum and his girlfriend have claimed the room again. Who knows how long they’ll be. I’ll have to wander around campus until he gives me the all ok. Again.” He answered, another sigh leaving his lips.

“You know, you can just stay here for the night…I mean only if you want to.”

“Are you sure it’s ok? I don’t want to bother you…”

“Yea it’s totally fine! I wasn’t planning on doing much anyways and you’re good company. Maybe we can even celebrate for finishing that god forsaken final!”

"Celebrate how exactly?” He pestered. A sly smile crept onto your face as you reached into the bottom drawer of your dresser, pulling out a bottle of peach soju.

"With this.”

Jinyoung returned your smile as you opened the bottle and found your beaker and shot glasses.

“You know I never pegged you as the type of girl to have shot glasses in her room.” He mused, eyeing the instruments in your hand.

“Just because I don’t go out and party a lot doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy drinking a little every once in a while. Besides, it tastes good.” You stated matter-of-factly.

He only chuckled, motioning for you to pour the drinks.

❃❃❃❃

A few shots later and the two of you were lying on your stomachs, giggling away and taking selfies you would later regret on your phones. Faces flushed, you rambled on to each other, talking about anyone and anything.

“You know, if that dickhead roommate of yours ever…ever sexiles you again you can just come over here. I would offer to kick his ass but he scared me a little.” You slurred out the last part with a pout.

“He’s a good friend, just can’t control his dick,” he chuckled “But are you serious? Because I’ll definitely take you up on that offer.”

“Of…of course Jinyoung!” you exclaimed, moving closer to him, “you’re…you’re really nice and I wouldn’t want you wondering around because of your stupid roommate! Who knows who would take advantage of you…your stupidly handsome face!”

“You…you think…I’m handsome?”

“Ya I just gave such a nice speech and that’s all you got out of it?” You exclaimed, punching his arm with a giggle. “But, yes, I do find your face incredibly attractive you…stupid face you…”

“I thought my face was handsome” he pouted.

“It…both. It’s both. And I don’t want people to…to think they can take advantage because of your stupid handsomeness. I like you a lot and I care about you Jinyoungie!”

His eyes widened in shock, mirroring your own. Your faces were closer together than you remembered, and you moved to shuffle away but his hand shot out to keep you in place.

“You…do you like me?”

Your face flushed, and you broke his gaze.

"I…I mean yea you’re a good friend and we’ve gone through a lot because of this assign-”

“No, Y/n, I mean, would you date me?”

"I…yea…”

Silence. That’s it, you thought, you ruined it all Y/n. way to go. You lifted your eyes only to find his trained on you, expression unreadable. Then, in a great rush, he placed his hand on the back of your head and brought his lips onto yours. They were soft and tasted of the peach soju you had both been drinking. He stole your breath, devouring your flavor, greedy for all you were willing to give him. With a final flicker of his tongue, he pulled away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. Slowly, you opened your eyes to once again meet his, faces flushed and chests heaving. A soft smile settled across his features, gaze unwavering before he finally spoke up.

"If you couldn’t tell, I like you too.”

“I could tell.” You responded, a sly grin on your face.”

“You know,” he drawled, “I never pegged you for the kind of girl to seduce men with peach soju.”

"YA!”  

[survivor-mountmerapi]

Ep. 2: “Please add me to an alliance chat I’m lonely” - Ellie

James

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-NMx23kAXw

Raffy

So, someone found an idol before me because "I value preparation" and wanted to get all the stuff before I actually went out. And, because someone picked food and rations first and picked the right sequence out of probably like 30.... I missed out on an idol. Now I am just wondering if I should even continue idol hunting or just wait till merge because there's usually no point after this since all the advantages are probably found and I'll be idoled out by merge. Fun stuff.

James

The challenge is due in about 5 hours and I feel damn good about my score. I found what I think is a loophole and was able to get my combined score to 20. If everyone else on my tribe gets an average of 6 links per page, then I think we should be good. I want to win this challenge, but I'll take second. I don't want to have a date with Jay at tribal tomorrow. I had way too many of those last season.

With that said, I do want to go to tribal before we swap. Tribal is where you build trust and I want to make sure I can trust the people I think I can trust. I'm not going to throw a challenge, but if we have to go to tribal in round 3 or 4 I wouldn't complain.

Dylan

I really just watched half a season of Schitt's Creek in the time it took me to do this challenge huh

Elle

I've been talking to everyone and we're all pretty confident we're not going to lose this challenge, but not confident we'll win 😅I think the winners psyched us out last time and now we're scared to hope because we know they're scheme-y. I feel kinda bad for the newbies tho :/ I hope their tribe wins this kind of (but not at our tribe's expense lol).

Anastasia

So I am a little scared if we lose immunity again because I think my life might be on the line. I say this because everyone on our tribe is great and we don't have anything for anyone I think. Since Liz was apparently so adamant about getting me out, they might see me as a person they could get out. I just finished the immunity challenge and I think I actually did really good. I hope the other tribes struggle with it so I have a chance to stay in this. Also, we cannot lose again that would be super emberassing. I'm also praying my tribe mates like me but I can't tell. I know Madi and Rachel like me but I have a weird suspicion that the boys would backstab me so easily. Andddd I might've accidentally left Gian on read for like a day oops. I texted him back and was super nice so hopefully he doesn't care. Pfff

DeNara

I feel like I kicked some major butt in this challenge. I swear if someone doesnt submit and hecks us over, I will   lose my mind.  

Julia

LETS GO BABY!!!! Idol safe in my pocket for another round

Moth

The fact that we didn’t get sent to tribal is insane whaaaaat

DeNara

Woohoo! When Ginnifer said she didnt do the challenge I thought for sure we were going to tribal. I am very relieved we are safe!  Although part of me wanted to go to tribal..... muahahaha

DeNara

James and I are working together to idol hunt, I am trusting him with my game so much

Madi

UGGGGHHHHH this is not how I wanted this to go we better have a swap soon and hopefully gian will be with me! If not I do have an idol and a wicked personality so we lost and the best part is that I LITERALLY LOST MY JOB 5 HOURS AGO WITH NO FUCKING NOTICE AND DID BETTER WHILE LITERALLY CRYING THAN GANJO AND ANASTASIA but also Anastasia did fucking amazing for realizing with an hour left that she needed to do four more! vv proud of her🤍🤍 and don’t want her to leave🤍🤍 also gian was trying to get ME to throw the name out??? I was like hunny no I just lost my job! And then he threw out Ganjo which is who I was already wanting !

so I guess ganjo is the target.

Gian

Taking time to really get to know my tribe and loving them, just to lose and have to vote someone out sucks.

Nicholas

Oh no why Ganjo!!! I really don't like that Ganjo didn't submit cause he is most likely going home now. I really wanted Ganjo to stay in this game. This is really bad for my game in the long run. Hopefully Ganjo finds some way to stay.

James

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgRZqjFqsa4

Raffy

I am committing to throwing the challenge next round because there has to be a swap soon. I want any one of my friends to be gone by then. Also, I feel SO bad for the newbies. In any case, I feel like Ganjo is going to get voted out silly because he didn't submit for the challenge. Unless there is someone who is super inactive, that could be a devastating nail in the coffin.

Elle

*blows out long breath* I reeeeaaaallly thought we were done for for a second there. We did pretty well with the clicking connections challenge, Ginny didn't have the chance to do it but there were extenuating circumstances. I hope we start winning instead of it being 1 - winners, 2 - warriors, 3 - wannabes again and again 😅.

Steven

https://youtu.be/5BMwDC5RVgQ

Ginny

My tribe mates are very understanding people we won again so we’re safe but unfortunately my mind wasn’t in it this round but I’ll be ready for next challenge

Ganjo

Well, I fucked up on the last challenge by not submitting an answer. Haha, I didn’t mean to, but it just slipped my little mind. Hopefully my alliances don’t turn on me this fast. Unfortunately for me, I put myself in this position. If I am able to escape the vote tonight, I mainly want to prove to my 2 allies that I am very loyal and they can trust me to vote where they need me to vote. If not, I had fun for the time that I’ve been here.

Pietro

So I feel like I’m in the outs of my tribe. When we all were doing a tribe call I joined and met everyone for the first time, however it looked like most of them knew each other for years!! I told them all I was gonna go make some hot chocolate for the challenge and closed my camera and mic, and then Raffy said “is it just me or???” And everyo was like “??”, then he started pointing at his face making some signs that I didnt understand, then someone that I think was Allie said “i think I know what you mean cause I know you”. Bitch the fuck, what does this mean? I just know that I dont like Raffy anymore. However I cant even express my hate to anyone in this tribe cause I have no allies and I need to pretend I’m a sweetheart.

Ellie and I were talking and she was saying I’m the person she has been talking the most and wanted to work with me, what??? You’ve been on the tribe call for more than 5 hours and I’m the person she talked the most? and then she said there are people in this tribe who hate her and dont want to work with her. I pretended to believe her and we made an alliance, and I was saying like “your the person I trust the most of this game”. Its super weird, I feel like the others are all constantly talking cause everytime I start talking to one of them, all of them starts messaging me. I’m annoyed and I cant wait to swap and make all this winners losers.

Anastasia

I was scared for this tribal council but my nerves were eased when literally everyone told me they wanted Ganjo out. So I'm feeling comfortable which I know is dangerous probably. I could get backstabbed of course but I need to be a little less stressed about this game so I'm going to claim that I'm safe. I was the 2nd lowest score to Ganjo though... So I am definitely next on the chopping block if we don't win the next challenge!

Ellie

I’m still allianceless and it hurts my heart, please add me to an alliance chat I’m lonleyyyyy I’ve been trying to talk to everyone and everyone is so fun and nice, I hope we keep winning

Steven

https://youtu.be/5BMwDC5RVgQ

Madi

here is a chaotic confessional : https://drive.google.com/file/d/1z7K7UWS0YzFUtwercdjHZqpEgRMTIphn/view?usp=drivesdk

Dylan

https://youtu.be/IkTEkSJuCvs

Rachel

I am so nervous! This is the most heartbreaking decision and I hate making such hard decisions so early!

[japriet]

Unconditionally

Hello all! ITS TGIT GREY'S DAY! I'm so excited! I hope we get some Japril tonight, but if we don't, this is my gift to you! I've been busy with school recently, and I'm very sorry, but its summer now! I am planning on continuing all my one shot series, so that's something to look forward to during the hiatus lol. Lastly, thank you to everyone who has read every chapter and encouraged me and helped me! Enjoy!

Unconditionally - Katy Perry Come just as you are to me Don't need apologies Know that you are all worthy I'll take your bad days with your good Walk through this storm I would I'd do it all because I love you

Jackson raced through the double sliding doors into the ER with a sleepy one year old in one arm and a screaming four year old in the other. His daughter lagged behind, prancing around in her own little world, oblivious to the panic her father was filled with. Everyone in the waiting room's attention shifted to them, mainly due to the crying little boy. Tears were streaming down his face as he squirmed in pain trying to get out of his father's arms.

"Hello, Dr. Avery. Is there anything I can do for you?" A skinny blonde nurse greeted him as he reached the nurses station, bypassing all the waiting people. Being the head of the hospital did have its perks, especially at a time like this.

"Page Dr. Karev 911 right away!" He ordered the nurse as he looked around the ER quickly for an open bed to place his son on.

"Would you like us to page your wife as well?" The nurse asked as Jackson walked away from her, expecting her to obey and not bother him any further. He figured she could sense the panic and let him be. Instead, she brought up exactly what he didn't want her to do.

He turned back around to face her, his eyes wide as he shook his head quickly, "No! Dr. Kepner cannot know we are here until after Dr. Karev is finished. Uh, page Wilson too."

The nurse nodded her head and turned around to do as she was told. Jackson urgently rushed to the one empty bed in the room and pulled the curtains closed around it, half to drown out the sounds of his son's wailing in order not to disturb the other patients, and the other half to conceal their identity just incase his wife happened to walk in. He knew he was walking a fine line because the ER was his wife's baby and she was there every chance she got.

Jo arrived to the ER first and the nurse gestured to the closed curtain. She had no idea what to expect when she opened it but she really didn't expect Jackson and his three kids to be sitting there waiting for her.

"Hey, Jo, would you mind watching Harriet and Luke for a few minutes?"

She huffed, taking in the scene in front of her. Around them was total chaos. By now, little Lucas had awakened due to the screams from his brother, and he was crying too. Michael was still in tears, clinging to his father's neck, who was sitting on the hospital bed beside him. Harriet was sitting in the chair beside the cot quietly swinging her legs back and forth, no longer happy that they were at the hospital. She thought they were going to visit her mom because Michael was upset, but now she could tell something was wrong with her brother, even if her dad refused to tell her what happened. Then there was Jackson. He looked like a wreck. His eyebrows were furrowed in worry and his jaw was clenched in aggravation. His eyes had a panicked look, and they were even a little watery as his son cried. He had two crying children on each of his arms and he struggled to keep them calm, and nothing he tried was working one bit. Jo sighed before giving in, deciding that he really needed the help, but he was going to owe her big time, "Dr. Avery, you do realize I am no longer a resident, correct?"

"Yes! I do! Come on, Jo, please! I'm in a bit of a situation right now," He motioned to his full arms that contained very upset children, "and I would really appreciate it!" He pleaded.

She contemplated what he was asking of her, and then decided it was best if she just did it. He was her boss and all. She wasn't really doing anything at the moment, plus, she figured she could use the practice with the children.

Just as she took Harriet's hand and Luke out Jackson's arms, Jo noticed Alex stride into the ER as well. He was pointed to the bed where Michael sat and he noticed the whole group gathered around it. He made his way over, kissing his wife on the cheek before she walked away with the two children. He then turned to greet the little boy in the hospital bed, "What's up Magic Mike! What happened little man?"

"Alex, don't call my son Magic Mike."

Alex ignored Jackson as he assessed the boy's problem, "We're gonna need X-rays, but I'm sure you already know, his arm is broken." Alex determined before he faced Jackson, "What happened?"

As Jackson explained his son's tumble down the steps to Alex, he heard his wife's voice on the other side of the curtain. They both paused and looked as her shadow appeared behind it. Jackson held his breath as he saw her silhouette reach for the edge of the curtain and grab it. "Edwards, why is this curtain pulled? I don't remember placing anyone in this bed." Her voice was muffled, being blocked out by the dividers, but when she pulled back the curtain, shock overtook her face as she saw who was there.

"Jackson? Alex? What's going on? Aren't you supposed to be at home with the kids?" April stuttered. She stood there stunned as she struggled to comprehend what was going on.

"Mommy!" Michael shouted from behind Jackson, who had attempted to stand in front of his son to hide him from her view.

April's eyes widened as pushed Jackson out of the way so she could get to her son, "Oh my gosh! Baby, what happened?"

Tears returned to Michael's eyes at the sound of his mother's voice, "My arm, mommy, it hurts!"

"Jackson, what happened?" She yelled as she cradled him in her arms. Her hand holding his head to her chest as she lightly rocked them back and forth to try and calm him down. His tears started flowing more heavily now that she was there and soon he was full blown crying again. Snot ran down his face and April held him close as he sought comfort in her, "What happened?" She repeated, gritting her teeth slightly in irritation due to him not answering.

"April, you're making it worse. You're scaring him. He had just calmed down." Alex said, but both parents ignored him as they had their own conversation.

"Um, he took a fall down the stairs at home." Jackson explained as he stood beside her, causing April to lean away from him with her son in he arms.

"Why weren't you watching him? Where were you?"

"I was making dinner, April! I can't watch all of them and do that at the same time!"

"He's four, Jackson! He can't go upstairs alone! Was he wearing socks? Is that why he fell? You know they can't wear socks on wooden steps!"

"He can make it up the stairs just fine! There was no way for me to know he was going to fall!"

"Ok, enough!" Alex stepped in between the two with his hands spread out, "We need to get Michael up to get an x-ray, settle this later." He told them but April spoke anyway.

"Well, he should have called me as soon as it happened and let me know so we could've been prepared here." She snapped in his direction, extreme anger evident on her face and in her voice.

"I panicked April! I didn't know what to do! I was only focused on him!" He argued back at her, his arms crossed over his chest in defense.

"You're a doctor, you should've known!"

"Stop!" Alex shouted, every head in the ER turned towards them, and even Michael's crying turned to whimpers, "Will you two chill out? We need to go now. Only ONE of you can come with me."

Jackson straightened up immediately ready to follow Alex and his son, but April picked Michael up into her arms and turned to Jackson, "No. I will go with him to his x-ray and you will stay here." She sternly demanded before she placed the boy down in a wheelchair. She knew he could walk there, but he was shaken up and she wasn't going to make him.

"Are you seriously mad at me over this? April, you're being unreasonable." Jackson shouted after her as she followed her colleague who was pushing her startled son in a wheelchair.

She turned around to face him as they reached the double doors to exit the ER, "Am I? Because my son's arm is broken and you didn't call me. I think that was unreasonable." With that, she walked through the doors to the other wing of the hospital, leaving Jackson behind to watch his other two children.

He took a deep breath and rolled his eyes when she disappeared from sight. With his hands balled up into fists on his hips, he stepped down the hallway and approached Jo, whom had his son in her lap and his daughter at her side.

"Thank you so much for watching them, Jo." Jackson expressed his gratitude when he made his way over to the bench where she and the two children had been sitting right outside the ER.

"No problem! After all, I guess I need some experience before this one comes." She placed her hand over her growing stomach that protruded slightly under her scrub top, "Alex gets all his practice working in peds, so I needed it as much as you, I guess!" She joked as she stood up to let Jackson sit down next to his daughter with his tiny son perched on his lap.

Jackson sat on the bench in the hallway with his daughter's head laid over on his shoulder and his son lulling in and out of sleep as he reassured his little girl that her brother would be fine. He loved his one on one time with Harriet because he didn't get it all that often. He loved to be at the hospital with her especially, because she seemed to take interest in the medical stuff going on around her. She would ask him so many questions, and he loved to answer every single one of them. She soaked up the information like a sponge, and there was no doubt in his mind that she would become a doctor like they had. Now, he wasn't forcing it, but he was discouraging it either. He wanted his kids to do what they decided to do on their own, but he had a hunch that Harriet was right on track to becoming their families next surgeon. Jackson explained everything he could about Michael's broken arm and what the doctors would probably do about it, but after a while, she got bored as most six year olds would. She went off to the playroom down the hall to play with the toys and Jo stole Luke away again, leaving Jackson alone to wait in the hall for any news. He felt like a patient's family, which he technically was, but he didn't like it. He liked being the doctor on the other side much better.

When he saw April exit the exam room, he stood up immediately, "So, how is he?" He asked, his anxiety returning.

"He's fine," she responded with a coldness present in her voice, "He broke his radius, probably from trying to catch himself and all the pressure was put on his wrist, you know?" He nodded to show that he understood. Radius breaks occurred quite often in younger kids, actually it was one of the most common breaks they saw in children.

"Ok, so, what are they gonna do?" He urged her to continue with the information, even though he knew what she was probably going to say.

"Alex said no surgery, just a cast."

Jackson exhaled loudly in relief. Being a surgeon himself didn't necessarily mean he wanted his four year old son to go under the knife. He trusted everyone on his surgical staff, but he was not too keen on the idea.

They stood there awkwardly in silence. They didn't have many silences in their marriage, at least uncomfortable ones. They didn't fight all that much either, anymore at least. Jackson rubbed the back of his head in confusion. He wasn't sure what to say at this point. Michael was going to be fine, but April was still mad at him. It seemed irrational to him, and he wasn't sure how to fix it.

"I'm sorry that I snapped at you. I know it's not your fault he fell." April whispered and looked up at him as she broke the silence, her eyes glazed over and her voice laced with an apologetic tone.

Jackson sighed at her, ready to make his own apology for his mistakes, "I'm sorry I didn't call. I was in a rush-" but he was cut off by April again.

"Look, Jackson, it's fine. I just, I don't know, this is something neither one of us was prepared for. It took me by surprise and I was worried. I mean, we're doctors! We see this all of the time but seeing him in pain, a broken bone of all things! I can't help but think…." She stopped short and swallowed slowly, hesitant to continue.

"Think what?" Jackson searched her teary eyes for a hint of what she was thinking. She closed her eyes before she answered him.

"Samuel," she breathed out softly as tears ran down her face, "Do you think he felt like that? Do you think he would've called for me to comfort him like that?"

Jackson wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his chest. He rubbed circles on her back to soothe her as he whispered in her ear, "Of course he would have. You're a good mom. To ALL of them."

"It just makes me feel like I'm not doing enough. I know I can't watch them 24/7 but I don't like feeling helpless like we did with him and right now, I do. I know I couldn't have done anything more with Samuel, but with them I can and I feel like I'm not." She leaned away to wipe the tears away but he grabbed her hand and moved it out of the way.

He swiped his thumb across her cheeks to remove them and she gave him a small smile when he leaned in to kiss her forehead. He trailed his arms down her sides and took both of her hands in his, letting them swing between them, "You are enough. You do enough. I know you don't think you do, but you do. You take care of all of us, you put up with me, us, and you come to work every single day and work harder than any person I know. You're doing your best, which helps us be the best we can be. You're the strongest person I know, some days I wonder if you're actually a superhero. We can get through this. We got through Samuel, and Harriet. We can get through this. This isn't the first bump in the road, and it won't be the last. Ok?"

She nodded her head at him right as Michael came running towards them out of the examination room he had been in. A smile spread across his face when he saw them and he leapt into April's arms.

"Look mommy! Alex gaved me a red cast like the color of your hair!" April giggled and kissed his little chubby cheeks. Michael showed off his cast to everyone who walked by, like it was an accessory attached to his body.

Jackson smiled at the two as April spoke to him with a bright smile. Her features were so much more animated now around her son than they had been moments before. All hints of sadness gone. Even if she didn't believe it, he knew he would remind her every day if he had to. A mother’s love was unconditional, and April had no problem proving that. She was a good mother. She was a good wife. The past was rough, but that brought them to where they were now. There was no need to forget what had happened, because it played an important role in their life. All their children did. You can’t undo it, but you can learn from it. Your past is what guides you to the future and Jackson could see through his family's smiles, that no matter what happens, they will come out stronger than ever and their future was brighter.  

[whisper--d--ai]

i moved to a new place

self-harm and suicide trigger warning. this contains lines describing self-harm and attempted suicide. 

this is not fictitious. this is my life and something that should have been simple but turned in to something that traumatized me.

some information has been changed, Paraphrased or left out to protect my identity and the identities of the other people involved. and to shorten the recollection.

so I moved to a new apartment sometime around the end of March?.

(with my dad)

I think ... fuck I really can't remember..

a lot of shit happened during the move it was very stressful I had a lot of anxiety and mental breakdowns so I don't really have my time\s lines straight.

my anxiety and mental state caused me to stop at random and cry> there's some info I'm leaving out so let's just go with "random crying" so I don't make a super long post<

the people around me weren't helping to make things better (the move or emotions)

don't get me wrong I grateful for what little help we did have 

(the person that drove the moving truck, in general, I'm grateful that he drove for us) 

he couldn't help much moving the furniture and large items due to a medical condition.

he was asking me questions that I didn't have the answers to! a lot of the same questions over and over again.

(one of the questions he kept asking was _how much money do you have_ )

(me_i don't know i spent a lot of it on the truck!)

and me constantly saying I don't know call my dad and ask him.

there were just a bunch of communication problems and ignorance.

the drive got very rude at points with the questions and repetition.

trying to tell me what to do and when to do it.

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(again there's some info I'm leaving out -v)

later in the night, he had the balls to say.

_it's late I'm tired, you 2 should go stay in a hotel_

(at this point we have nothing moved out of the truck or in the apartment but my laptop computer and cleaning supplies)

(me thinking- like srsly was he not listening when I said I spent most of my money on the truck... the fuck. this dude thinks he's tired he should try to be me for the past 5 days.) and after this, I don't really remember my thoughts or though proses.

so at this point, I break down...

crying - screaming - hitting myself in many different ways -...mostly smashing my head off the wall like 37 ish times,

I know I wanted to cut my self... lucky there was nothing sharp noticeable for me to use.

the only reason I managed to “calm down” is because of how many times I hit my head. I got too dizzy to keep doing it __ honestly should have gone to the hospital but didnt_

so I finally calm down(sitting and still crying a bit) and now the driver finally seems to have some semblance of how stressed\anxious I am and have been since the move started, so he tells my dad ok grab one of the mattresses so you 2 have something to sleep on tonight. 

(at this point we have nothing moved out of the truck

I sit long enough that my dad gets his matters in through the building doors...and then (me thinking-  like no fuck that shit I want my own dam mattress to sleep on in my own fucking room he snores and I've dealt with enough shit today.

so I go grab my mattress and got it I the building _lucky me nobody said anything about it when that finally noticed_ 

left my mattress in the lobby to help dad with his to the apartment unit.

then we brought mine up. and when we went down to close up the truck but before that, i decided to look in one of the boxes lucky it was bedding.

(the unit was cold as fuck) 

the driver leaves with the truck.

I realize we haven't had any food all day and there's no food in the place. I have enough change to buy some plastic bowls and spoons - cereal and milk.

we go to the nearby store. I ask the lady running the store were are the bowls and the lady doesn't understand me (she was Chinese her English wasn't that great I guess \ not try to be or sound racist)

so I try re-elaborating what it is that I'm looking for . . . 

and this old assholeI've never met before in my life intervenes saying _ ooh you know a bow the thing that goes on gifts...

me_ ... umm no that not that I'm looking _ and then me and the old guy argue for like 40 seconds then I start ignoring him and look for the dam bowls myself!

I find the bowls and overhear the old guy insulting me to the lady running the store.

. . .

I snap. but this time I don't have any thoughts. I just scream cry run out of the store strait it to traffic ... I just wanted to die I may not remember my thoughts but I remember that feeling the feeling of just wanting to die.

obviously, I didn't die. traffic stopped I stood in the middle of the road for maybe  10 seconds then moved to the other sidewalk. clearly, nobody was going to run me over like I wanted ...

 blah blah blah blah blah 

my dad yelled at me (obviously that didn't help) (srsy that's the reaction you have to your daughter trying to commit suicide __ he really should have me put in the psych ward_ but no he goes no about how he's going to end up in the  psych ward_ ( I'm on a side tangent back to what im at )

blah blah blah_30 minutes later_ I calmed down he calmed down  ( i use the word calm very loosely in this context)

the old asshole has left the store so I go back in get -the stuff I wanted- pay - go home.

get comfy get food in me watch a movie on my laptop. Finnish go to bed.

sleep was shit t it was cold. but I slept better then I would have if I had to share a bed with a snoring jerk in a cold room.

the next morning we finished moving .. well actually be the time everything was out of the truck it was between lunch and dinner (2:40)

we meet \ had a miracle of a nice man named Richard help us move the last bit of our stuff in exchange for pizza.

I swear after all the bullshit this man was a god sent gift and so was the pizza we ordered for dinner (lol)

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it's now may 3. 2018.I've been in the new place for about a month now. a lot of other stuff has happened since we moved most of it bad, I will probably post more about that stuff later.

 deep dark secret  im still feeling suicidal on and off and no-one in my family knows and if that do they don't care or think its serious enough to acknowledge. 

this has been a life recollection of whisper-d-ai page runner of deep dark secrets . by whisper-d-ai.