#★ purple girl's books ★

[a-purple-girl]

"i don't ever remember not being serious. as far as i'm concerned, i came out of the womb spouting cynicism and wishing for rain.”

-alice oseman (solitaire)

[sunder-soul]

hiii cud u pl do a headcanon/oneshot where its a muggleborn reader who smhow ends up befriending the tom riddle who always seems to soft only to her, including tolerating her sassy attitude and its a study session together and they're bantering or summin? i think it wud be nice. thank you!

A/N: Girl I gotchu

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Unsaid

Summary: By now you've got a pretty good idea why you're friends with Tom, but sometimes, when it comes up, you wonder why he's friends with you. [GN reader ★ no pronouns ★ Hufflepuff house (but ngl it doesn't really come up u just gotta trust me)] Word count: 1.2k

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“I’m dropping out,” you announce, dumping your bag on the table and falling emphatically into the seat adjacent to Tom’s.

Tom, for his part, does not look up. His quill doesn’t even hesitate as he writes in a smooth, unbroken script across his parchment. Instead, he says: “Your bag is on my book.”

You shove it unenthusiastically to the side to reveal the open textbook he’s been working from, and then fix him with a pointed look. Tom is set up in the same little spot in the library as always, his bag at his feet and at least ten other books neatly stacked off to the side of the table. He looks (as Tom always looks) like the poster boy of adhering to the uniform dress code.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what’s wrong?” you say, slightly put out.

“I would not bother,” he says simply, leaning forward and dipping his quill in a small inkwell in front of him. “I’ve come to accept the inevitability of you telling me all sorts of things I don’t care to hear about, whether I ask about them or not.”

He resumes writing.

You kick his chair leg lightly and his quill skips sharply down the page, leaving a jolted line about an inch long off where he’d been writing the word putrescence.

This finally makes him look up, fixing you with a supremely irritated glare that’s made his whole face go tense.

You lean your elbows on the table and smile at him.

Tom’s jaw works slightly, and he takes a long breath. “What’s wrong?” he asks sarcastically.

“Well,” you say as he puts down his quill and bends to pick up his bag. “In Herbology this morning when we were cracking Wiggentree nuts, Lucy Grollen had this horrible allergic reaction and her feet swelled up so much that her shoes burst.”

“And this affects you how?” Tom drawls, diligently rubbing a Spellfriends eraser across his parchment.

You give him a scandalised look. “She’s my friend, Tom.”

He gives you a very dry look and then flips the eraser over to the purple side. “I hardly think you’d be tempted to leave the school because your friend is allergic to nuts.”

“Well she’s also my greenhouse partner,” you say dramatically, throwing yourself back in your seat, “and because she had to go to the hospital wing I had to finish the rest of the assignment alone­, and obviously by the end of class I didn’t have all our nuts cracked so Beery made me stay late to finish them. And that meant that I missed the sign up for the fieldtrip to the Menagerie of Mirabilia.”

Tom throws down the eraser and exhales in frustration. The ink remains unmoved. “You have been talking about that fieldtrip for six weeks,” he says in a clipped tone, pulling his wand from his bag. “And I have been telling you for six weeks that it was going to fill up quickly. Evanesco.”

The eraser shavings on his parchment vanish and leave both of you staring at the tenacious line of ink—which if anything, now just looks a little smudged.

His little comment about the whole six weeks thing has not left you feeling very sympathetic for him. “Wow. You have got to tell me what kind of ink you buy,” you say with a smirk as Tom tosses his wand onto the desk in frustration.

“I wouldn’t recommend it,” he says hotly, folding his arms and finally looking at you properly as he leans back in his chair. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“What happened with the fieldtrip?” he prompts irritably.

“Oh – so as I’m sure you remember, I promised Madeline I’d go with her on the fieldtrip because she’s obsessed with magizoology at the moment, so then I had to tell her I wasn’t going, and she was so upset, and I couldn't stop thinking about it because I felt so bad. So then I was really distracted in Transfiguration and of course Dumbledore notices and asks me to recite the whole definition of Amandation’s Command in front of everybody.” You sigh loudly. “So I can’t do it because I hadn't been paying attention, but then he points to the board and the definition is written right there and I just hadn’t noticed, and everyone laughed at me.”

You cross your arms too, feeling sorry for yourself. “The only solution is to drop out,” you reiterate moodily.

“This is one of your jokes,” says Tom delicately.

You narrow your eyes at him. “Yes well spotted.”

“You’ve ruined my assignment,” he says, nodding at it.

“You ruined your own assignment. With your callousness.”

Rather surprisingly, Tom snorts a laugh. “I would loathe to be my friend, to hear you describe it,” he says with suspicious ease as he extracts a new roll of parchment from his bag. “It begs the question as to why you persevere.”

“Very occasionally, you do something really nice,” you say, watching him with suspicion. Tom’s irritability rarely fades this quickly. “I just kind of zone out all the bits in-between where you’re weird and sarcastic.”

“Weird and sarcastic?” Tom repeats, lips curling. “Have you been listening to yourself since you sat down?”

“My life is ruined, and you’re worried about an assignment.”

“Your life is not ruined,” he says monotonously as he begins diligently copying over his work.

“I’m upset about this and all you care about is telling me that it’s not a big deal!”

Tom sighs curtly and looks up at you, leaning forward a bit and resting his forearms on the desk. “Your life is not ruined. Lucy Groggen is going to be fine, Wiggentree nut allergies are fairly common and the reaction doesn’t last more than an hour, the worst she’ll have to deal with is buying a new pair of shoes. Beery should never have made you complete a two-person task by yourself and it’s ridiculous that he kept you late because of his own poor class management. If Dumbledore was half the teacher that he claims to be, he might have noticed that you were upset about something and think to ask you about it, but his mistake is made all the more egregious given that he chose to single you out in front of the whole class with what sounds like a very silly little trick. And I wouldn’t worry about upsetting Madeline if I were you, because I signed you up for the fieldtrip.”

He resumes writing without another word. You stare at him, dumbfounded. A full ten seconds passes before you can rouse yourself to speak again.

“You signed me up for the fieldtrip?

Tom’s eyes remain level on his work—he’s writing at lightning speed like he’s trying to make up for the lost time. “You have been talking about it for six weeks. It seemed odd that you failed to show up.”

You look at your bag still lying dejectedly on the table in front of you and attempt to process the glowy, warm feeling spreading up through your chest. “Thanks,” you say blandly.

He just looks up at you with a glint in his eyes about halfway between wry and cynical.

“I feel bad about your assignment,” you announce.

Tom slowly smiles, this time very wryly indeed. “You have certainly changed your tune.”

You grab your bag and pull out your water bottle, placing it emphatically on the desk beside him.

Tom’s dark eyes flick from it to you, and he lifts a brow. “Is this supposed to mean something to me?”

“You have to wet a Spellfriends for it to work,” you mumble, folding your arms and resting forward on the desk.

He stares at you in a sort of frozen state of disbelief. “You mean you let me suffer through all of that for absolutely no reason?” he demands in half-subdued outrage.

“There was a reason!” you protest, smiling at him again. “It was funny.”

He blinks once, and then snatches the drink bottle off the desk, shaking his head. “You are extremely irritating,” he says icily, twisting the bottle open.

“Huh, sounds like a nightmare being my friend to hear you describe it,” you parrot back at him with a grin. “One wonders why you persevere, Tom.”

Tom pauses, and instead of the scathing look of irritation or perhaps a biting remark back, he just looks at you with an unplaceable expression like you’ve caught him off guard.

“What?” you frown, sitting up a little in concern.

Tom blinks slightly and then holds out his hand. “Pass me the Spellfriends,” he says colourlessly.

You arch a brow right back at him, and retrieve the eraser from where it’s been lying discarded for the last few minutes in front of you. “If you were wondering what I meant by the weird part in weird and sarcastic…” you say to him pointedly, placing it in his hand.

Tom silently erases the offending ink stain with a taut jaw and an irascible look darkening his eyes.

“Hey,” you say.

He ignores you entirely, sweeping the fresh shavings off his parchment and setting the eraser aside.

“Hey,” you repeat, reaching out and taking his arm.

Tom’s gaze immediately flashes to you and he goes entirely still.

“Thank you,” you tell him sincerely. “For the field trip.”

He does not immediately reply. A second later his lips part like he’s going to say something, but they close like he thinks better of it. He blinks, and then pulls his arm from yours to reach for another book. “Are you intending on actually doing work this evening, or was this visit’s entire premise just to disrupt me?”

You roll your eyes, and reach for your bag again with a smile.

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[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 NOBODY KNOWS kim minji x reader

👛★ ͘ ⴰ ever since summer 2022 new jeans has been at the top of the world surpassing and creating records and getting biggger and better every month but then SM Entertainment drops a new girl group stardom out of knowhere on everyone’s heads “surpassing and creating records” just like a certain group, causing a rivalry in the media and between the groups behind closed doors.

in which behind the secret of rivalry between stardom and new jeans, there’s an even bigger secret between their leaders.

PARING — kim minji x idol!reader

last. masterlist. next

★ ͘ PAGE#1 nobody knows — ❝tonight let’s start a masquerade, I’m coming over but nobody knows my little secret ❞

“the rising sensation, stardom, is adding yet another major endorsement to their growing portfolio, now becoming ambassadors for Sony. they’re set to release a special line of headphones with the iconic brand, already racking up over 100,000 pre-orders—and counting.”

a groan came from beside minji, drawing her amused gaze toward the source of irritation.

“we’re listening to the radio! since when did radio news start caring about stardom’s endorsements?” hanni muttered, rolling her eyes. “that’s not news.”

stardom's name had been everywhere lately, dominating headlines as they skyrocketed to fame.

“they’re still not bigger than us,” minji said, patting hanni’s shoulder as she adjusted her seatbelt. “so why does it matter?”

“they have their own sony headphones, minji.”

“ahh, they have it in purple ,” hyein murmured from the seat behind, eyes glued to her phone.

hanni shot her a sharp glare, haerin pinched her arm, and danielle threw her a disapproving look.

“sorry,” hyein mumbled, shrinking back.

“i just want one day where i don’t have to hear about them,” hanni sighed, her frustration clear as the other girls nodded in agreement. “it’s bad enough they’re performing tomorrow, too.”

“how about see them everywhere,” minji chuckled, gesturing out the window at a bus stopped next to their van. plastered along the side was an ad for pocari sweat, featuring stardom smiling brightly for yet another endorsement.

“ugh”

“rate how shady you think they’re gonna be tomorrow, out of ten ,” summer asked, turning to face the rest of the girls lounging in the back of the van, while eunjin quietly flipped through the pages of her book beside her.

“eight point five ,” yuri replied, lifting her head from yn’s shoulder, causing the van to erupt in laughter.

“I was gonna say nine, but I’m bumping it to ten,” hana chimed in, mischievously kicking the back of eunjin’s seat, sending the girl jolting forward. “i don’t trust that hyein girl. she’s always staring at me.”

“oh, you wanna talk about staring? let’s talk about their leader, who’s always staring at our leader,” yuri said, rolling her eyes. “sometimes, i feel like she’s just gonna jump and eat yn, it’s probably all that jealousy.”

yn playfully rolled her eyes at yuri’s comment. “i’ll go with a seven. that sunshine girl can’t do any harm,” she said, finally answering summer’s question.

“i dare them to say something slick,” summer added, turning back to the front with a smirk. “what do you think?” she nudged eunjin, who sighed in response.

all eyes shifted to eunjin—whenever she spoke, the girls paid attention. she didn’t say much, so when she did, they hung onto every word.

“jealousy is a nasty thing. it eats away at you. and they’ve definitely got it,” eunjin replied, calm and thoughtful. “so yeah, i’m with yuri—eight point five.”

a slow clap broke the silence. “bravo, the wise words of eunjin unnie,” yuri teased, making the others chuckle.

the sound of screams and clapping filled the air as minji watched stardom walk onto the stage to receive their award. both newjeans and stardom had been up for artist of the year in japan, and while everyone kind of knew stardom would win— even though it was just a year into their career the girls had been dominating asia—it didn’t stop the girls from feeling a bit salty

"at least we still have the western market," danielle muttered quietly, just loud enough for the girls to hear. they all watched as stardom struggled to start their speech over the deafening cheers and applause.

"they're probably coming for that too," hanni replied, trying to keep her face neutral, fully aware of the cameras trained on them. with the ongoing internet war between newjeans and stardom, their reactions would undoubtedly make headlines. "right, minji?"

hanni glanced at their leader, expecting a response, but minji was silent. her gaze was locked on the stage, fixed on stardom's leader, yn, who was the last to deliver her thank you. yn's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, like crystals catching the stage lights—so captivating, it was impossible to look away. yuri gently wrapped an arm around yn’s waist, offering quiet comfort, which caused minji to slightly clench her jaw, while the other members leaned in supportively as yn spoke.

"thank you to our fans, to everyone who's believed in us," yn's voice trembled slightly, thick with emotion. "we wouldn't be here without you. this award means the world to us... and we promise to keep working harder."

as she finished her speech, the cheers erupted again, louder than ever, but minji hardly noticed. she was still mesmerized, completely taken by yn’s beauty and the way she seemed to glow under the stage lights. hanni glanced at minji again and saw the way she stared, almost hypnotized by stardom's leader.

"dude, are you okay?" hanni asked, raising an eyebrow.

minji blinked, snapping out of her daze, her face suddenly flushing. "what—uh, yeah, i'm fine," she stammered, her voice a little too quick.

hanni narrowed her eyes, clearly unconvinced but chose to let it slide. "okay..." she mumbled, though her suspicion lingered as she turned back toward the stage. minji's weirdness wasn’t something she was going to ignore forever.

yn linked her arm with yuri’s as they strolled through the hallway, trying to track down their managers. “leave it to us to get lost,” she sighed, glancing around with a hint of amusement.

“who cares that we’re lost? we just won artist of the year! everybody celebrate!” hana exclaimed, jumping onto eunjin’s back, earning a startled yelp from the quieter girl.

"we’re going to a sushi restaurant and eating everything," yuri chimed in, her tone playful as she squeezed yn's arm.

the girls were so caught up in their laughter and excitement that they didn’t notice another group walking toward them from the opposite direction.

summer, still laughing at hana almost slipping off eunjin's back, wasn’t paying attention and kept walking backward—until she crashed into someone with a hard thud. the hallway suddenly fell silent as everyone froze.

“ow!”

“oh, i’m so sor—” summer started to apologize, but her words faltered the moment she realized who she’d bumped into. “—ry,” she finished awkwardly, eyes locking with hyein from newjeans.

hyein’s eyes flashed with recognition, but she quickly masked it, shrugging off summer’s apology as if it were nothing. her gaze briefly flickered to hana, who had slid off eunjin’s back under the weight of the tense moment, though she averted her eyes as hana shot her an icy glare.

hanni stepped forward, her expression hardening as she glared at the five girls. her eyes locked onto summer. “you should be sorry. maybe watch where you’re going. hyein’s already had an injury—we don’t need another.”

summer’s eyebrows shot up, clearly not liking the tone. she glanced behind her, almost in disbelief, as if confirming hanni had really spoken to her like that. a dry laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head. “i know you’re not serious—”

eunjin gently placed a hand on summer’s shoulder, a silent plea to drop it. “leave it alone.”

yn stepped in, her voice calm but firm. “summer unnie, just let it go.”

but hanni wasn’t done. “what? i was just reminding your member to watch where she’s going. what’s the problem?” she snapped back, the situation wasn’t serious but she couldn’t hold back her resentment towards the girl group so she used this as an opportunity.

hanni didn’t back down, her focus now shifting to yn. “maybe your leader can explain it, so you understand better.” she said coolly, her challenge clear.

yn did exactly what summer had done—looked behind herself in disbelief—before she took a step forward, but yuri’s arm quickly wrapped around her waist, pulling her back. "leave it.” yuri whispered, though yn’s eyes were still locked on hanni's, before switching to minji’s who looks away.

“you’re right.” yn said her voice calm, “they’re just bitter.” she says her eyes still on minji before walking straight past the rest of the group the rest of the girls following behind her.

“you two,” yuri muttered, shaking her head as she pointed at yn and summer, “need serious anger management.”

yn cursed under her breath as her phone buzzed softly, hoping it didn’t wake yuri, who was fast asleep beside her in the hotel bed. glancing at the screen, she saw the message

she looked at the message.

“I’m near your hotel.”

she sighed quietly, running a hand through her hair before carefully sliding out of bed, moving cautiously so as not to disturb hana, who was sprawled out in a starfish position on the other bed.

with a quick glance around to make sure no one stirred, yn slipped out of the hotel room as quietly as possible and made her way down to the street outside, her heart racing with anticipation.

"hey."

minji looked up from her phone to find yn standing in front of her, a juicy couture cap pulled low over her head. minji couldn’t help but smile. "hey."

"you texted," yn said softly, her eyes scanning minji's face as if searching for something.

"i did."

"so..."

"i missed you," minji admitted, gently pulling yn closer by the arm. yn’s eyes dropped, her cheeks flushing as she looked away, clearly flustered.

"same," yn mumbled, clearly embarrassed. after a pause, she added, "your member really wanted to pick a fight today, huh?"

minji groaned, rolling her eyes as she tugged yn even closer, until there was almost no space left between them. "yeah..." she trailed off, unsure what to say. it wasn’t like she fully agreed with her group's dislike toward stardom, but she understood the frustration. stardom had come out of nowhere, sweeping up all the attention.

"let’s not talk about that," minji murmured, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the gold “s” necklace hanging around yn's neck. all of the stardom girls had one, each in either silver or gold.

minji’s tone shifted as she changed the subject. "there’s this 24 hour ramen place..." she started, watching as a smile slowly spread across yn’s face. "if you want to…"

"of course i do," yn replied, her smile now fully blooming, the tension between them melting away.

[milunalupin]

Hi! It’s so cute what you’ve written about Regulus. Could I request a blurb about Regulus being so smitten with reader that he pretty much forgets how to breathe and therefore never answers whenever she talks to him? Either with them already dating or just being classmates ☺️

Hope you have a lovely day!

sorry for the wait lovely, i hope you enjoy !! :)

— take my breath away

regulus black x reader ★ 1.1k words

Divination is shit. A complete load of dragon shit. There's no hard research behind it, no factual information, just conclusions based off of feelings. Regulus doesn't understand visions and wanting to know what's to come. He's has his future planned out for him, so what were tea leaves and crystal balls going to do for him?

Continue the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black family legacy, be the perfect son and the top student in every class. Easy enough for Regulus, except for being 3rd in Divination because he "lacked natural aptitude". How ridiculous. Lucky for him his parents were far more focused on him doing well in Charms and Potions than reading tarot cards and interpreting dreams.

The one thing he doesn't mind seeing during this period was you, someone he could never dream of having the pleasure to call his. You weren't born into a pureblood family, and weren't even close to rivaling him academically. He doesn't ever recall seeing you at a quidditch match either, at least not when Slytherin was playing. With your effortless beauty and blinding smile, he's confident he would have noticed you among the others in the stands.

Regulus doesn't know when he started to crush on you, it just kind of happened. One day he started to notice small things about you, from your baby blue nail polish to your lavender perfume that did everything but calm his heartrate. He would pass by your table on the way to his own and see you reading what he assumed to be muggle poetry. The quiet Slytherin would look for those same muggle poetry books in the library late at night. He liked it when the sun sometimes shone right on your face, your eyes squinting and nose scrunching adorably. You would often mumble haikus and villanelles to yourself during class, plush lips moving quietly as you stared out the window, in your own world.

Just like today, you hovered over your parchment, your quill moving in a way that it was obvious that you were not taking notes on the lecture being given. The professor noticed your distracted state, calling your name out. "Please tell us all what ovomancy is."

"It's.. erm.." you giggled nervously, your face flushing with embarrassment. "Sorry Professor, I wasn't paying attention."

Regulus held back a lovesick sigh, smiling to himself as you continued to doodle on your parchment as soon as the professor sighed and turned their back. As lucky as he wished he was, he wasnt daft enough to believe he was your only admirer.

Edgar Bones was a charming guy. Regulus wonders what was so funny about him that he had you giggling behind your hand, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his quill a little too tight. Every table was assigned a different method, so while he and his partner were busy taking notes on capnomancy, you and Bones were having fun with palmistry. The bitter Slytherin supposed the smoke he felt coming out of his ears meant jealousy, watching Edgar asking to hold your hand to see if he can read it that way.

"Merde, ça n'a rien à voir avec.." he hissed, his anger turning to yearning as he craved to be the one holding your hand.

Ah, less-- less bright

Are the stars of night

Than the eyes of the radiant girl!

And never a flake

That the vapor can make

With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,

Can vie with the modest Eulalie's

most unregarded curl-

Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's

most humble and careless curl.

Regulus Black feels pathetic, writing love notes like a little schoolboy. Especially if his parents found out he was quoting muggle poetry. But there he was in the corner of the library, copying down yet another poem to leave on your table at the beginning of your next shared class.

He arrived early to Divination, quickly setting his folded parchment on your table and then sitting at his own. It's been weeks since he began to anonymously leave you poetry, too shy to talk to you face to face. You always read the letter and put it into your school bag, so hopefully you were keeping them and not tossing them out later when no one was watching. Regulus' knee bounced under the table as the other students started to file in, his eyes darting between the door and the folded parchment he left for you. He decided to get started on his next letter, hunching over his parchment to get the words just right.

Regulus was too distracted by perfecting his penmanship to notice you walk into the classroom and watch as he gently placed today's poem on your table. You smiled to yourself and went to your seat, tracing your beautifully written name with your finger. You had felt flattered when you first started receiving the letters, assuming that it had been your flirty class partner Edgar, but quickly realized that he wasn't the type to do such a thing.

"Your cursive letters weren't this perfect when you first started leaving me poetry, have you been practicing for me Regulus Black?"

Regulus gasps a little too fast, choking in surprise at your discovery. He turns away to cough into his sleeve like the proper boy he is. You grinned at the young heir, picking up his newest letter he had been working on.

His eyes widened and frantically waved his hands, trying to take the letter back but you held it behind you out of his reach. "You don't have to read th—"

"Shut up Regulus."

He placed his hands back in his lap, his ears burning red as you read his letter in front of him, the corners of your mouth turning upwards. Regulus felt himself holding his breath, knowing he had to say something now or sit there looking like a fool. He took a quick breath and kept his eyes on the parchment as he rushed his words out. "Perhaps, we could go to the library one day and read poetry together?"

He shouldn't have looked up because he felt himself lose oxygen again when he saw your enchanting self was smiling cheekily down at him.

"Or we could go down by the lake and you could read me some of your favorites?"

Regulus agrees with a shy nod and makes a mental note to use the Bubble-Head charm in case he forgets to breathe. He'll forget all about the charm later when your head is laying sleepily on his shoulder as he recites old poetry from his journal.

[k-is-for-potassium]

about me!

hey there!! you can call me maggie! (or babna lol) i have mentioned my irl first name a couple times tho

they/she/he pronouns page :3

please use gender neutral/fem terms. im okay with and use stuff like dude and girly in a gender neutral way, lmk if you don't want me to :)

main of @apollo-god-of--like--everything (epic the musical rp acc)

everything is platonic!! i say things like "<3" and "ily"platonically, so if you're uncomfortable with this lmk!!

also i swear sometimes quite a bit, i don't usually tag it but i might if there's a lot or smth

legacy of apollo ☀️🎶🏹⚕️✍️

my timezone is est (maybe...) i am in the us tho

i am a minor. adults are okay but no 18+ or big nsfw please

everyone is loved here (unless you're a homophobe, transphobe, terf, aphobe, racist, sexist, map, etc.) 💖

not really any dni's, unless you're someone listed above or a weirdo (you know who you are)

more under the cut!!

interests/hobbies!

music: taylor swift, olivia rodrigo (shes literally me yall), conan gray, chappell roan, ajr, tx2, noahfinnce, cavetown, eminem, mcr, green day, måneskin, lots of broadway musicals, and MUCH more

im always looking to broaden my music horizons, so lmk if you have any suggestions! my music taste is crazy i like basically anything so i'll probably love any of y'all's recs lol

musicals (yes they get their own section): EPIC: the musical, hamilton, in the heights, SIX, dear evan hansen, be more chill, heathers, (kinda) wicked, les miserables, and beetlejuice, but the list is always expanding

movies/tv shows: the owl house, gravity falls, mean girls (movie and musicals), house md (not done yet, on season 7? i think), hazbin hotel, helluva boss, percy jackson, bluey, all versions of tmnt (especially rottmnt), the hunger games, metal family

video games: minecraft, animal crossing, splatoon (2 and 3), kirby, pokémon, stardew valley

i have my own pink switch lite :3

books: pjo, hoo, toa, tsats, mcga, kane chronicles (not done yet), the iliad, hopefully the odyssey eventually, circe and tsoa (not done yet), the hunger games, wof, kinda lotr and hobbit, probably more that i can't think of

im currently reading circe, tsoa, and the iliad (huge greek mythology phase rn lol)

i'm a musician! i play clarinet in my school band and flute, piano, ukulele, and guitar in my own time :)

i am also a scout (bsa), my rank is tenderfoot :3

my favorite colors are purple and yellow!

i LOVE making new friends, if you wanna be moots you can dm or askbox me :D

☆~ credit ~★ babna origin 😨 @/s1eepy-0 – my beautiful header 😻 @/saradika – all the beautiful dividers!! and my pfp is from this picrew ♡

[mikareo]

⌗ SEASONS OF LOVE ₊ ˖ ་. a 呪術廻戦 miniseries

“ ࣭⸰ ★ HOPELESS ROMANTIC ; geto x fem reader ⠀ ꒰ . . episode four ! ꒱ . . . word count; 0.9k ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᯇ leaves are falling, and he is too

⊹ ⠀⠀ with so many love stories on the shelf, geto feels his heart being influenced. if he's going to fall in love with anyone...it's you.

contains; geto suguru x fem reader, university (year 2) au, fluff, swearing, friends to lovers, love triangle

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀pm or send ask to join/be removed from taglist,, ⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀link to miniseries masterlist

"suguru how do you expect me to read when my heart is in a million pieces?"

he doesn't think he's ever met a person as dramatic as you are.

"these books can't teach me how to get laid."

it's kind of cute, though. annoying...but cute.

with the november breeze sweeping the leaves from every tree on campus, winter is approaching fast and geto feels like your irritation towards gojo is at an overwhelming high. there really isn't anything he can do about it. after all, he wasn't there when you oh-so-spontaneously confessed your undying love for satoru on halloween; to which you received a brutal rejection...this is why geto doesn't date— especially why he doesn't date in a world run by satoru gojo.

now, geto has done his very best at trying to distract you from the devastating heartbreak that comes with loving his best friend. there have many so many girls before you who've tried to get on with him after being ignored by the white haired boy; which is extremely insulting that any of them thought geto would be an easy target or a second option to satoru. when geto does fall in love, he hopes that it'll be with someone who chooses him first. someone who doesn't even consider their other options and believes that he's the only person in the entire world who can fit with their uneven puzzle piece. clearly, gojo isn't the person to fit with yours.

"maybe you just need to sit down and be silent?" he purses his lips in annoyance, trying his best to focus on the words of poetry and rhyme. poems are the language of love. you could take some advice from these lines. "you're talking so much that you're not even enjoying the book."

you groan. "this book is boring. who the fuck reads poetry for fun?"

um. he does.

the glare he sends your way is intimidating, but also gentle. "what would you like to read instead? since you're such an avid reader?"

his sarcasm is meant to be insulting.

a mischievous smile creeps into the corners of your lips; smile likes yours used to scare him as a child after having seen alice in wonderland one too many times. he never understood the other children's fascination with a purple, talking cat. it's just weird. "how about this one!"

the book your present to him isn't anything he's read before. actually, it's something that he hopes to never read ever. "you're kidding."

"dead serious!"

how is a cheesy romance supposed to make you feel better?

"that's just going to make you feel worse, y'know." he gently takes the book from your hands and shuffles through the pages. with his head nodding along to each words his eyes skim, it's painfully obvious that you're going to read this book imagining the male lead to be satoru. "you have such an active imagination, you'll be heartbroken all over again."

with his words, your smile melts and geto knows he's right. "satoru is a lost cause in the romance department." he explains, scooting a little closer to you and rubbing your knee. the two of you have been seated on the floor of the lovely little bookshop near campus for an hour now. you're practically the only two people in the entire store, which has made this fake date feel a little more real. "i promise that you're better off dating anyone other than him."

you don't move away from the comfort of his palm, and instead lean into it; but your words are in defense of gojo. they always are. you can't seem to find it in your heart to let him go— no matter how awful of a rejection. "he's not a bad guy. he just needs a little help learning how to love."

the look in your eyes is earnest and geto sees that you believe your statements with your whole heart.

"i can be the person to help him learn."

there's no physical tell that you're upset, but he can somehow sense that you're about to cry. maybe it's the way you slightly tensed up with your body rejecting his soft touch or the way your gaze refused to meet his; no matter, he's going to cheer you up anyways. there aren't many people that geto can make smile— but somehow, in the past four months of being your friend (?), you've become the only person he cares to cheer up.

he murmurs your name in the most comforting, gentle voice that anyone's ever spoken to you. "you are the most talented, most interesting, and most extraordinary person in the universe; and you are capable of amazing things—"

"because you are the special. suguru, i've seen the lego movie. you're not being slick." aw man.

your tone of voice is irritated, yet you still laugh. yes, geto knows that might possibly have been the stupidest and cheesiest thing he's done in his whole life, but he doesn't care. he made you smile. him! not satoru. geto suguru made you smile. it's not something he'd win an olympic medal for, though in his mind it's worth more than that. he doesn't know when you became so special to him. he doesn't know how you managed to creep your way into his heart and cause this embarrassing blush to consume his cheeks; and he isn't bothered to figure it out.

he doesn't want to rejoice in your heartbreak...however, there is a tiny part of him that's happy satoru doesn't love you back.

maybe it's finally time suguru gets to be loved.

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CASE 16: GETO SUGURU'S PUBLIC PUNISHMENT.

!content!: not proof-read/beta-read, non-con from geto's perspective, he doesn't know you like it, well he tries to convince you, but you're already convinced, public humiliation, good? ending, and cnc.

wc: 940

solace: sigh.

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You have officially lost it. You're cooked, as Nana and Mimi would say. Because if you weren't, why had you thought of your own cult leader using you? Without your consent, in front of the whole cult, then woke up wet. Why? Because you're crazy. Absolutely crazy in-love with—FUCK! Get him out of your head!

He's basically your boss and him treating you slightly better than the other members just because you're a sorcerer doesn't mean he’s inlove with you. Anyways, enough of that.

You were getting ready to go to work, aka; go to his temple, get curses for Master Geto as he asked and purr silently as he praises you. God, you loved when he praised you. Adored the way he carried himself and spoke your name softly, smiling while he did so.

You were absolutely, madly—Late! You glanced at the clock, reading 8:06. While you thought about your alluring and captivating leader, you were also late for said leader's morning attendance meeting for the first time ever!

But it's okay, right? It's not like he'd punish you for being late once. Right? Right.

————

"Hgk! Ngh, Geto-Master-hng!"

You moan, legs up in the air as Geto thrusts up into you, arms locked under your knees in a full Nelson position.

All of this. All of it, because you were late. Your master grunts behind you, in your ear. His whole face was red, exerting himself to punish you, make an example out of you. And, fuck, if you didn't find this so fucking hot.

The way he moaned se freely in your ear, mumbling almost degrading stuff to you, as if you guys were alone. Yeah, he was also fucking you in front of the whole cult. You felt déjà vu from this.

“M-Master Getohh~!” You whine, back arching dangerously. All he did, however, was adjust his hold on you and eye the crowded room, er sharp glint in his dark, glazed, purple eyes. Oh, those eyes.

"If you cum before I tell you to, you will be punished like this all the time. Understand, lovely?" Geto asks, but he didn't need to.

You were already nodding, tongue out as you try to not drool while looking at your comrads.

"So obedient, dear. I might-hah, wife you up," he huffs in your ear.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" The way you clenched around him was answer enough as he chuckled. You didn’t expect this.

No, you expected the punishment as the others had. This was humiliating in every sense of the word. But maybe, someone would believe you if you weren't so wet, the production of his pre and your slick oozing out of you and dripping onto the floor like a faucet leaking endlessly.

"Darling, Look at me, book at your God.” Your master demands, teeth bared in a snarl. You've never seen someone more attractive.

This was exactly what happened in your wet dream. Down to the last detail. From the way your coworkers’ mouths were agape to the way the monkeys watched your shivering form like they deserved to see their master fuck.

“This is probably what happened in your dream, hm?" He huffs, bringing your legs together so that they would be closed. Wait, what?

Your pussy lips bulge around him, pretty red clit on display for everyone to see.

“Yeah, pretty girl. I gave you that little dream. Made you late.” Geto chuckles breathlessly, “and now I made your dream come true.”

"Look at you, my devotee... So cock-drunk, you love my dick, don't you?" You nod, tongue too lax to even speak.

“Cum with me, okay, darling? " Again, a throaty whine to acquiese. Geto smiles against the shell of your ear, balancing both of your legs by slipping his arm under your knees and using his free hand to abuse your sensitive nub, stiff from pleasure.

A harsh cry rips out of you, trying to break free from your leader's rough fingers. He was too strong, removing his hand momentarily to block your arms between your back and his chest.

"Don't you dare try to escape me," he warns as he pinches your clit, shaping your mouth into an ‘O’.

“Now, cum, I'll fill you up, make your belly round with the strongest kids ever conceived, hm? Put those monkeys to shame and make everyone-hgk! Kne-kneel b'fore us, hm?" You hear his breath hitch, a groan following it.

A few more watery thrusts, a flick of your abused clit, and the dam bursts. Your eyes cross, and had you not been held up by Geto, you would've collapsed.

You don't think you've ever cum so hard in your life, nonetheless with a man. It's only too late that you feel his cum sloshing around in you, eyes wide open. The crowd wasn't there anymore, dismissed by the Master.

You are placed on the soft tatami mat gently, hands kneading your thighs and legs to avoid soreness.

"I want you to come to my office every morning before the morning assembly," Geto's voice wakes you up from a trance.

"Need you to help me forget that I work with pathetic monkeys everyday." He confesses, covering your leaking hole. He kisses you ever so softly, like the fluttering of a bird's wings.

"You... do?" You ask, eyes closed due to exhaustion, missing his beautiful smile, a genuine one.

“Yeah. You don’t mind, do you?” He knew you didn’t, but he still asked. It boosted his ego.

“I don’t, Master Geto.” You mutter, clinging onto his robes, shivering uncomfortably.

“Please, call me Suguru when we’re alone.” His gentle smile turns sly, covering you up.

[aaronstveit]

read in 2024!

it's that time again! i loved doing reading threads in 2022 and 2023 so i will definitely be carrying on the tradition this year. as always, you can find me on goodreads and storygraph, and you're always welcome to message me about books!

Check, Please! Book 1: #Hockey by Ngozi Ukazu* (★★★★★)

Check, Please! Book 2: Sticks and Stones by Ngozi Ukazu* (★★★★★)

Check, Please! Chirpbook by Ngozi Ukazu* (★★★★★)

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern (★★★★★)

The Bad Ones by Melissa Albert** (★★★★☆)

Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng (★★★★★)

None of This Is True by Lisa Jewell (★★★☆☆)

Get a Life, Chloe Brown by Talia Hibbert (★★★☆☆)

The Mysterious Case of the Alperton Angels by Janice Hallett (★★★★☆)

Dream Work by Mary Oliver (★★★★☆)

Everyone on This Train Is a Suspect by Benjamin Stevenson (★★★★☆)

Cain’s Jawbone by E. Powys Mathers

The Poppy War by R.F. Kuang (★★★★★)

You’ve Been Summoned by Lindsey Lamar** (★★☆☆☆)

The Seven Ages by Louise Glück (★★★★☆)

The Last Girl Left by A.M. Strong & Sonya Sargent** (★★★☆☆)

The Dragon Republic by R.F. Kuang (★★★★★)

The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison

Normal People by Sally Rooney (★★★★★)

How to Solve Your Own Murder by Kristen Perrin** (★★★☆☆)

She Drives Me Crazy by Kelly Quindlen (★★☆☆☆)

The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins (★★★☆☆)

The Drowning Faith by R.F. Kuang (★★★★★)

Crying in H Mart by Michelle Zauner (★★★★★)

The Burning God by R.F. Kuang (★★★★★)

King Lear by William Shakespeare (★★★★☆)

All These Sunken Souls by assorted authors, edited by Circe Moskowitz (★★★★☆)

The Big Four by Agatha Christie (★★★☆☆)

The Avant-Guards, Vol. 1 by Carly Usdin, Noah Hayes (★★★★☆)

That Was Then, This Is Now by S.E. Hinton (★★☆☆☆)

The Avant-Guards, Vol. 2 by Carly Usdin, Noah Hayes (★★★★☆)

Jurassic Park by Michael (★★★☆☆)

The Magician’s Nephew by C.S. Lewis (★★★☆☆)

Les Misérables by Victor Hugo (★★★★★)

Violeta by Isabel Allende (★★★☆☆)

Wrong Place Wrong Time by Gillian McAllister (★★★★☆)

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis (★★★★☆)

Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic by Alison Bechdel (★★★★☆)

The Color Purple by Alice Walker (★★★★★)

The Weary Blues by Langston Hughes (★★★★★)

Third Girl by Agatha Christie (★★★☆☆)

The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis (★★★☆☆)

Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin (★★★★★)

In the Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado (★★★★★)

Prince Caspian by C.S. Lewis (★★★☆☆)

I Who Have Never Known Men by Jacqueline Harpman, translated by Ros Schwartz (★★★★★)

Persuasion by Jane Austen (★★★★★)

V for Vendetta by Alan Moore & David Lloyd (★★★★☆)

What Lies in the Woods by Kate Alice Marshall (★★★☆☆)

We Could Have Been Friends, My Father and I: A Palestinian Memoir by Raja Shehadeh

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez

Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie* (★★★★★)

Legendborn by Tracy Deonn (★★★★☆)

The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin* (★★★★★)

Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi (★★★★☆)

Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu (★★★★☆)

An Education in Malice by S.T. Gibson (★★★☆☆)

The Nothing Man by Catherine Ryan Howard (★★★★☆)

You Shouldn’t Have Come Here by Jeneva Rose (★☆☆☆☆)

The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka (★★★★☆)

First Lie Wins by Ashley Elston (★★★★☆)

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis (★★★★☆)

The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien* (★★★★★)

The Iliad by Homer, translated by Emily Wilson

Everyone This Christmas Has a Secret by Benjamin Stevenson (★★★★☆)

A Tree Grows In Brooklyn by Betty Smith (★★★★★)

4:50 From Paddington by Agatha Christie (★★★★☆)

Small Things Like These by Claire Keegan (★★★★☆)

From Turtle Island to Gaza by David Groulx (★★★★★)

The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern (★★★★★)

Cryptid Club by Sarah Andersen

The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis (★★★☆☆)

The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros (★★★★☆)

Homicidal Psycho Jungle Cat by Bill Watterson (★★★★★)

The Last Battle by C.S. Lewis (★☆☆☆☆)

An asterisk (*) indicates a reread. A double asterisk (**) indicates an ARC.

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day six : my school essentials

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— books ( being the gentleman he is, my seatmate usually always brings them so we can share )

— my “everything notebook” : for unrelated or less important notes

— period products ( even when i don’t have it, you never know who might have an emergency! girls support girls <3 )

— headphones

— my phone

— one or two books to read

— my makeup ( highlighter, blush, mascara, gloss and concealer + my brushes )

— my badge to get into the school

— deodorant

— perfume ( mine just broke! )

— a spare t-shirt and pair of ( pink ) panties

— the binder that i use to write down my lessons for almost every class

— eventually a notebook for a specific class

— a mini fan ( because it’s SO hot where i live )

— either my lacoste reversible bicolor bag or my east pack ( in the wine shade )

— my east pack pencil case ( i love east pack! ) with : one black pen, one four colored pen ( the black is empty.. ), a purple pen, a pencil, a ruler, a pair of scissors, two pink highlighters and one purple highlighter

— tissues

— a snack ( i usually buy something on my way to school or take one from home )

— lunch ( of i’m not eating with my friends )

— my wallet and coin purse

— a polaroid of someone or something i love to keep me going

— my water bottle and eventually another drink like coffee or tea

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[madoumonogatarirunelord]

Another Kluguro fic because I love them

(I'm also incredibly bored)

"Calculus!"

"Backhand slip grip special! ★"

A large pile of nuisance puyos fell on Ringo's next chain, causing the match to end. However, before She could even congratulate Maguro, the pair found themselves into quite the dilemma.

Bursting out of the sky? That's what Amitie did all of the time... But somehow, she and Maguro found themselves doing exactly that...

[meanwhile]

"What a peaceful day... Almost too peaceful... Actually, I don't think it's ever been this quiet before. It's actually kind of scary..."

A certain, brown haired nerd sat on a bench, studying an old book on an even older Legend. Klug was so engrossed in his book, that he almost didn't notice the purple haired toddler running at him...

Except it wasn't a purple haired toddler. It was Feli and her tiny body. She only reached up to Klug's neck. What made things weird, however, was the fact that he was scared of her.

"Hiyah!" Feli yelled, pointing her dowsing rods at Klug.

"Meep!"

Klug immediately jumped back, hugging the book he was reading. His body was trembling all over at the sight of this miniature gremlin of a girl.

"What do you w-want?!"

Feli scowled, putting her hands on her hips.

"That purple haired boy and his red haired girlfriend are here. They were lost so I asked the stars for help, and they told me to tell you to go and help them because APPARENTLY you're of use to them. Goodbye, four eyes. I hope fate allows me to never see you again.

Feli quickly scampered away, off to find Lemres no doubt. After all, he was visiting Primp right now.

Purple haired boy? Red haired girlfriend? Surely she didn't mean... Sasaki and Ando? So they were dating, huh...

Klug was never one to meddle in relationship business, but he couldn't help but feel a bit disheartened that his crush had found somebody... Especially when that somebody was smart, beautiful and Maguro's childhood friend.

Klug quickly brushed off these thoughts, realising it wouldn't get him anywhere, and so, with a sinking feeling in his chest, he hurried off to find Maguro and Ringo.

[With Maguro and Ringo]

"Hey, so what was that girl's deal? She seemed weird and creepy..." Ringo sighed.

"Heck if I know... ★"

Maguro and Ringo had been walking around for what felt like hours now... Even though it was only around ten minutes. They had ended up in an unfamiliar part of Primp's markets, passing by a few strange individuals in the process.

"Ugh... Why are people in Primp so strange?!"

Ringo seemed annoyed now. She was just trying to have a Puyo Puyo battle with Maguro, and somehow she ended up in the one part of Primp that she didn't recognize. They had both challenged a few of the people they vaguely met at some point, but to no avail.

"You know, Ringo... What's even stranger is the fact they just assume we're dating. What if I'm into a boy or something? ★" Maguro stated, putting his right hand in his pocket while the left one kept playing with the kendama.

"So you are into a guy, huh?"

"W-Wait! No I just m-meant... You know what, fine, you win... ★"

Maguro's face was a bright red now. Ringo was right, he was into a guy. A guy he knew so much yet so little about. Maguro didn't even realize he was going off on one of his excited rants before it was too late...

"Well... He's a really cute nerd and... ★"

[With Klug]

He had been searching for ages now, even running into a couple of strange individuals who pointed him in the right direction.

"Just my luck... I ran into that annoying Witch lady and that creeper with the sword... Oh well at least I have some lea—"

Klug quickly cut himself off as soon as he saw Maguro and Ringo walking down the streets, laughing and chatting, like a couple would... It just served as a reminder that he would never be good enough for Maguro.

He quickly dashed up to the pair, putting on a smile to seem friendly.

"I heard you love birds needed assistance?"

The pair quickly turned around out of confusion and curiosity.

"Love birds?" Ringo asked.

Ringo was definitely confused. Why did everyone assume that she and Maguro were dating? It was kind of getting on her nerves.

"Not you too, Klug ★" Maguro sighed, clearly disappointed.

It was Klug's turn to be confused now... What was that supposed to mean?

"What do you mean, Sasaki?"

"I mean that you've got it all wrong! Ringo and I are just friends! ★"

Klug's face flushed red out of embarrassment.

"So you're telling me that you and Ando aren't dating...?"

"Of course not... In fact, I love you, Klug... ★"

This time, both of their faces flushed red as Ringo chuckled.

"Klug, I would just like to inform you that, if you hadn't gotten here so soon, I might've had to endure an hour's long rant about why Maguro thinks you're hot, so thanks...!" Ringo smirked, clearly trying to fluster the pair.

"R-Really? You love m-me that much?... I... U-Uhm... I love you too..."

Maguro smiled softly, planting a kiss on the cheek of the slightly smaller male.

"I love you to the edge of space-time and back... ★"

[a-purple-girl]

"all the people are chatting and laughing and smiling and it sort of makes me feel a bit sad, like I'm watching them through a dirty window.”

-alice oseman (solitaire)

[zozosnothere]

★ 𝙒𝙀𝙇𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙈𝙔 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙂. ★

𝙈𝙀.

zoe, british-pakistani reader and writer, massive english fanatic, kenji kishimoto irl, alina azlan khan's #1 supporter, zoha khan's second mother, shatter me enthusiast, sun tower series lover, computer science nerd, a love for coding and photography, passion for lemon cake, strawberries, purple.

𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙆𝙎.

faves: sun tower series, shatter me series. (the owner of @cast7le)

others i've read: twisted series, girl in pieces, dating dr dil, tastes like shakkar, inheritance games (first book).

𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙄𝘾.

massive chase atlantic fan, the weeknd, bollywood songs, badshah, dilwale soundtrack, ae dil hai mushkil soundtrack, and more (i can't remember)

𝙒𝘼𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙀𝘿:

tdlosk + tdlosk:r, mha (idc i still enjoy it.) dilwale, k3g, housefull 3, golmaal again, bajrangi bhaijaan, kkhh, ddlj, any srkajol movie, romantic killer, tangled, namaste england, mainly bollywood movies tbh

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[delilahcalicocat]

★~Good Boy~★

{Rating: Smut}

{Warnings: Unprotected sex, Creampie, Oral Sex, Dom!Fem!Reader, Sub! Finn Balor, Kissing, Dom / Sub dynamic, Drinking, Mommy Kink}

{Pairing: Sub!Finn Balor x Dom!Fem!Reader}

(This is an alternative universe)

•《Summary: Finn comes back after a long trip with his gang and asks Y/N to help him calm down, The Reader owns a Private little club cabin in scotland, where she provides men with a woman after rough days》•

It was finally Wednesday, Finn had just got to your cozy little cabin in Scotland. He was tired and his face showed that.

"Um, Ma'am?" He spoke up slightly, seeing you reading a book at the bar

"Yes? What do you need Finn?" You asked

Your Scottish Accent Thick like honey as you spoke. It sent Finn in a daze before he came back to reality.

"Uh, Ma'am.. I want to release some.. Tension." He said.

"Ah, of course.. you want my services." You spoke, pouring him a shot of his favorite brandy

"Yes, Indeed Ma'am.." He said softly

"So, Which of the girls can I provide you with tonight? Liv? Rhea? Who?" You asked

He thought for a moment, staring into your eyes. He then spoke up

"Y-You.. Madame.." He said quietly

You sighed, and blinked putting the bottle of brandy away.

You Looked over, at Naomi. You called her over to watch the bar.

"I'll be back Naomi, keep watch. In-case.. y'know.. they come back." You said, Naomi nodded as you and Finn walked up the stairs

You walked up to your quarters with Finn, he hadn't been to your place for a while. So he was worried that you'd be mad about this.

You Locked the door to your quarters, and let Finn sit on your bed

"So, Mr. Balor. It's been quite long, where have you been?" You asked

"Fuckin' Hell, I've been fighting with imperium. Dom and Damian are in the fuckin infirmary.. we can't fight back until their healed." He sighed

"Finn, are you saying you've been fighting with the imperium.. why would you pick a fight with them? They have more power than you think.." You spoke

"Chad sold them phony bullets, and told them he got them from us. Gunther threatened us all, to shoot up yer saloon unless we pay up.." the Irishman spoke with a sigh

"Oh, Finn.. ye shouldn't be fightin' bloody hell. I'll fuckin' punch them in the face if they leave another mark on one of me girls." You sighed

"I know, but if they shoot up yer saloon. I'll have no place to go if I need me woman.." He said

"But.. Finn. Your gonna fuckin' die if you keep fighting. Please. Your more important than some stupid saloon." You admitted to him

"Please, Mommy. Just shut up and fuck me..." He spoke quietly.

You walked over to your bed, sitting next to him.. your purple maid-like dress was in the corner with his garments in seconds.

You started to creep your way up his thighs, making your way to his cock. Before starting to Bob your head up and down.

"Gah.. Ple-Please Mommy! I'm gonna cum.."

"Go ahead, cum." You spoke firmly

Your words made him instantly cum, he looked a little embarrassed. Until you hopped up onto him

"Y'know, I've missed you a lot my love" you spoke, grinding your hips down swiftly

Your actions made Finn groan a little.

"I've.. missed.. you... too.. Mommy..." He said through small choked little groans.

"So, I'll ask ye now. What's more important? Me or the phony blame from Gable?" You asked

"Y-Y-You! M..Mommy." He moaned softly

You leaned down to kiss him, you trapped him into that kiss.

"U-Uh.. M-Mommy?"

"Yes? Finn?"

"I need to... Cum... the rules say-"

"The rules don't matter to me, I'm the owner of this place now. Your my only clientele. You can do whatever you want." You spoke

Finn sighed, and then came.

He tried to be quiet but failed, you sat there because you had came before him.

Your cunt milking every drop of cum he had in him.

He wanted to drift off to sleep, but he was hesitant.

"Go ahead, my good boy, I'll make sure you'll be ready for tomorrow when Damian and Dominik come to get you" You spoke, standing up and putting your dress back on.

[clarafell]

@nagarese has made a contract.          —         ★

The rumbling of distant thunder does not bother the sleeping, wilting-looking girl in the bed in the beginning. The second time the thunder lashes upon the calm yet slightly chilly Mitakihara City is what instantly stirs the girl from her sleep with a panicked jolt. A patchwork quilt is far too heavy upon her body, even though she. The heaviness of the quilt causes her to shove the heavy warmth from her body, uncomfortable and lost in a fog. The sound of heavy rainfall and thunder makes her feel stiff and uneasy, so she has to take some deep breaths to calm herself down.

Where am I? What happened— Her first instinct as soon as she is free from the blanket is to look at her left hand to make sure the silver ring on her finger is still safe and sound. The purple gemstone is clear and beautiful, but... Something is off. She stares down at her ring a little longer until the pieces click together in her head, slow yet still far too hard.

Her ring, the one holding her soul, is safe... The real issue is how part of her power was stolen by some giant WRAITH. She couldn't remember why she made a contract in the first place either. They took her precious crimson ribbons as well, leaving her in the dark. All she remembers is staring at the fluttering ribbons in the wraith's hand until everything faded to black.

She has lost the ability to invoke her weapon. She was tempted to try summoning her weapon, but it was too risky. She didn't know where she was, after all. She felt the loss in the very depth of her core. Losing her weapon is the punishment for biting off more than she could chew by fighting by herself— It was a really big punishment. She needed her weapon to fight...

What was her purpose in this world if she couldn't fight?

Damn it. Why can't I have my shield? All of my weapons inside that shield would be more helpful since I could still use them... But I don't have that shield anymore, do I? Doubt bit into her flesh as soon as she thought about the shield. She has always had these memories of another life, another world, for as long as she could remember. The problem with this is the fact that she had no proof. All she had was sheer stubbornness and perhaps a little bit of faith that these vivid memories were not delusions of a lonely girl.

A quiet knock makes her flinch while simultaneously bringing her her back to the reality of her situation. She was in someone's home. The cozy style of the bedroom looks warm and familiar, but she was still in someone else's bed. She still had her magic to help her out if any troubles came her way... At least when it came to humans, anyway. Finding wraiths would be another issue.

The knock came again, more sure of itself. Homura remained sitting up in the bed, unable to do anything else but stare at the door. The storm outside grips her heart, coaxing the memories of a storm and a torn city to come to the surface of her mind. She stares at the door, quietly wishing she could pause time to flee. But she couldn't do that anymore. Maybe, just maybe, she has never had such an ability.

The knocker opens the door, trying to be as quiet as possible.

Violet eyes meet gold.

❝ ...Mami... ❞  Homura breathes out the familiar name, forgetting all of her usual formalities. She was not expecting to see her here. The tension in her body, however, does not disappear. It only grows, though now she has to force herself to not be an open book. She needed to be unfeeling, ready for any surprise that may or may not be in her way. She still stiffened up as soon as thunder or lightning reminded her of its presence outside. There used to be a time where she liked storms, reading on stormy days were always nice, but those overwhelming memories tainted any of her attempts to relax during a storm.

❝ What... What are you doing here? ❞

It hasn't clicked yet that she was in Mami's bedroom.

[jujitto]

패자 애인 ★ 𝖢𝖠𝖬𝖯 𝖫𝖮𝖲𝖤𝖱. 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝟣

𝗂 . ﹙★﹚.𝖲𝖸𝖯𝖭𝖮𝖲𝖨𝖲 . 설탕 .

᭝✩ ۟ camp had never been a fun experience for her until she had met that one person who change her experience for good or bad. jake the boy who she only met this summer and yet noémie had found herself entranced by him. ⋂⋂

. ﹙★﹚.𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖱𝖤 . 설탕 .

᭝✩ ۟ summer camp au! fluff, angst! ⋂⋂

. ﹙★﹚.𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 . 설탕 .

᭝✩ ۟ sim jake x fem!reader ⋂⋂

. ﹙★﹚.𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 . 설탕 .

᭝✩ ۟ 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗑𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒! 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍. I will 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍. ⋂⋂

How long has it been? No, truly, how long had it been? How long has it been since she's been to that hell hole? years? No, months? No, a year. Give or take. She hadn't wanted to go back to the place. No matter what. But yet she found herself and her belongings packed away in a car on her way to the very same place she hadn't wanted to be.

The breeze of the open road blew through the open windows. The song on the radio was distant and yet filled the plush interior. The sound of the pencil scratching against the paper filled Y/N's ears as she sketched. The once-empty page of the sketchbook is now filled with sketches of nature. Trees, birds, flowers, anything her eyes stumbled upon. Though her latest sketch was of Heeseung, whose eyes were situated on the road.

His purple hair pushed up by the glasses resting on his forehead. His fingers tapping against the steering wheel. The sound irritating the girl settled in the passenger seat. The sound was starting to get to her as she glanced over at the older boy who hadn't bothered to pay her attention. His tapping seeming to become more louder as he goes. Her eyes moved to Sunghoon who was settled into the backseat, his eyes closed and his headphones in.

Y/N sighed to herself, turning her attention back to the sketchbook in her lap. The drive continued in silence, besides the noise of her pencil, scratching against the paper, his tapping, and the wind. Her pencil halted against the paper.

Her eyes moved to the building they had stopped at. A gas station. Once again her eyes settled on Heeseung, noticing the way his fingers had stopped tapping as he stared at the fuel tank meter. "Need gas?" She questioned, her eyes falling back on the sketchbook.

Heeseung hadn't bothered to say anything as he handed her some money. She raised an eyebrow at the action, "I hope you don't think I'm going in there." Heeseung glanced at her, his eyes staring blankly. "You can't pay for the gas? I've been the one driving for hours. So why can't you do this one simple thing." Y/N shrugged, tapping her pencil against the edge of the book. The only reason he had been the only one driving was that he wouldn't let her, nor Sunghoon behind the wheel.

"It's not my fault you want to be selfish and waste all your energy on driving." She waved him off. Heeseung blinked, taking her hand and placing the money in its palm. Y/N side-eyed him as he shooed her out of the car. Huffing out a groan as she opened the door, stepping out into the cool air. Her eyes focused on the door in front of her, its surface adorned with stickers and the occasional warning you would see for certain products.

The bell rang overhead as she entered. The cool breeze cooled her off as she walked in, her hair falling against her back as she unclipped it. The cashier smiled as she passed them, already heading to the one place she wanted to go. The drinks. Her eyes roamed over various items in front of her, eyes settling on a bottle of white beverage. A Gatorade; Glacier Cherry, her favorite. Plucking the bottle from the cool refrigerator, she heard the bell ring. Her fingers tapped against the bottle in her hand as she made her way to the register.

Only for her eyes to find the candy selection displayed, she plucked a few setting them down beside her drink. The cashier was already waiting for her, the items she had placed had already been scanned and bagged. As she went to hand the cashier the money, the sound of something being placed on the countertop, startled her. She turned to look, finding Sunghoon who had set down a bag of candy. Y/N shook her head asking the cashier to ring up the candy as well.

The two of them exited the building already, finding Heeseung pumping the gas. "Took you forever," Heeseung muttered as Y/N sighed, her body leaning against the car. Her finger swiping through the dust settled on its roof. In disgust, she wiped it on the shorts that clung to her.

"Yada, yadda, I paid for it didn't I?"

Heeseung only gave her a glance before the gas pump clicked. He pulled it from the tank before placing it back into the pump. Opening the car door, he slid back into the driver's seat as Y/N decided to settle in the back, offering the front seat to Sunghoon. Sunghoon looked between the pair, his eyes darting to the empty passenger seat and back to Y/N whose eyes were already focused on her phone. Sunghoon took a seat in the passenger seat.

The car pulled out from the station and onto the road. None of them knew how long they had been driving but for Y/N, it felt like forever. She shook her head, leaning in between the console, her eyes on the road. "How much farther?"

Sunghoon shrugged, his eyes trained on his phone, "We'll get there when we get there now stop being annoying," Sunghoon replied, pushing her head away. Y/N sighed, slumping into her seat, her feet coming to rest on the console. "We would've gotten there faster if I drove," She mumbled which had both Heeseung and Sunghoon scoffing.

"Like hell, we would've. If it was up to you, we would've stayed home." Heeseung replied, eyes still on the road. His fingers once again tapped against the steering wheel. Y/N rolled her eyes, leaning her head against the seat. "It's not my fault camp is camp. I don't want to spend my last free summer being a counselor to kids who are going."

Sunghoon shook his head, "Aren't you the same girl who used to jump for joy whenever this time came around?" Before Y/N could say anything, Heeseung chuckled joining in, "The same girl who was everyone's favorite camper, who couldn't stop bragging about every little thing she did at camp, and not to mention the same person who couldn't wait to she became a camp counselor. What happened to her?" He teased as she frowned nudging him with her foot.

"You two are assholes." Both boys laughed as Y/N sat back pouting.

After a while, the car had grown quiet. The only sounds heard were the wind and the occasional crunch of chips. Sunghoon had turned the radio off a while ago, finding that the songs weren't to his liking. Y/N's phone buzzed as she swiped at the notification. A message from Jay.

Jay : I've been here for an hour already. Where are you guys?

Y/N : We're 5 minutes away give or take.

Jay : Just get here before sunset.

Y/N : Aww...do you miss us?

Jay : read

Y/N chuckled turning her attention to the boys in front, "Jay said he's already there and told us to get there before sundown. So how long until we get there?" Heeseung groaned, side-eyeing her as best as he could, "You're being annoying again." Y/N smiled, waving the comment off. Sunghoon glanced at the GPS, only just now noticing the fact that they were using a GPS. "How many times have we been to the summer camp and yet we still use the GPS?" He questioned, turning his attention to the other two. Heeseung shrugged, not really knowing the answer, his attention on the road. Y/N shook her head. She was sure they wouldn't be using it had Heeseung not been driving.

Y/N sat up, leaning forward once again, her eyes roaming over the trees they passed. Her eyes spotted the familiar sign they were coming up on. "Look! we're here-ish...I guess. I mean, we obviously see the sign so that means we would be getting close, right?"

Heeseung grumbled under his breath as they got closer, the summer camp becoming visible. The car drove past the sign, Y/N had been waiting to see. Her eyes already scanning the area, finding the lake. The big mass of water sent a chill down her spine, she hated it. She narrowed her eyes as they passed the lake. Sooner or later she would have to swim in those murky waters, but it would be quite some time until then. The car pulled into the parking lot, the tires coming to a halt.

Jay who had been waiting for them stood by his own car, keys in hand. "Took you forever." He spoke as the three exited the car. Y/N shook her head pointing over to Heeseung, "Grandpa can't seem to drive faster than 10 mph." Heeseung shook his head, rolling his eyes, his arms crossed. "Oh, please, I was not driving that slow."

"If you say so," Y/N sang. The sound of a door opening got the group's attention, the other counselors had come outside to greet the group. Before Y/N had a chance to react, she was swept into a hug. She chuckled wrapping her arms around her best friend, Kiyomi.

It had been months since she had last seen her, but now that she was wrapped in her warm embrace, Y/N couldn't help but sigh in content that she was finally getting to see her best friend after such a long time. "Never go that long without texting me again." Kiyomi pouted as Y/N nodded.

Just as it seems their reunion was just starting, a cough interrupted them. Kiyomi rolled her eyes letting go of Y/N, only for her to be pulled into another embrace. "If it isn't my favorite siblings." The person joked wrapping his arm tighter around both Y/N and Heeseung.

Y/N pulled away first, rolling her eyes. She crossed her arms, raising her eyebrow. "You mean your favorite step-siblings?"

Heeseung rolled his eyes, already knowing where this was headed. "Step-siblings? Why can't I just be called your brother and be done with it? We're family aren't we?"

"Yeah, but not blood-related." Y/N muttered. Kiyomi rolled her eyes, pulling Y/N into her side. "Alright, you two cut it out. Now isn't the time for a sibling fight. It's been a long day for all of us. How about we all get settled into our respective cabins because tomorrow we have a busy day ahead of us."

"I agree," Jay spoke already grabbing his things from his car. Y/N sighed following suit, grabbing her duffel bag.

The walk to their destination was short and silent. Their shoes thumped against the wood floorboards of the cabin. Y/N and Kiyomi entered their shared cabin, setting their bags down, Kiyomi immediately flopped onto her bed. "So which group do you think we'll get?"

Y/N shrugged already rummaging through her bag. "Hopefully the younger ones or maybe the older ones. But we never know." Kiyomi hummed, rolling over onto her back. "We should be getting a new counselor this year too. Or at least that's what I heard." Y/N raised an eyebrow, her interest now peaked. "Really? Who?"

"I don't know. I wasn't told a name or anything, just that he was transferring here for the summer." Y/N raised an eyebrow as pulling out her toiletries, "Interesting." She whispered. Kiyomi yawned standing up from her bed. "Anyways, I'm going to shower, don't wait up."

"Okay." Y/N waited for the bathroom door to close before she let out a loud sigh. Camp hadn't even begun yet and yet she was already here sighing. She would just have to make the most of it. Something she didn't want to do. That night she and Kiyomi settled into their bunks.

The sound of her friend's breathing could be heard throughout the small cabin that's soon to be filled. Y/N rolled over in her bunk, her eyes falling on the window.

The curtains were parted and the moon shone through, illuminating the room. Y/N groaned. This was going to be a long summer.