#second lide

[wuthering-tempest]

dads and the pet they didnt want

[lovelykil]

slushies—

ᯓ killua (older ver.)

cw; kissing

note; lord have mercy it's been a minute since I wrote 😣 no proof read

after the three of you came back home with a cold slushie beverage from the gas station, Gon parted ways to set up his room for the movie night you guys agreed on. He hurriedly skipped away with his green apple slushie, leaving you and Killua alone in the kitchen.

you prop yourself up on the counter with a laugh, "you're an idiot." You snicker at his teasing before taking sips from your cherry slushie. Killua sets his blue raspberry drink down beside you and wipes the condensation off his shirt.

you watch him slowly approach you with a suspicious glint in his eyes, you carefully set down your own drink as he leans between your legs.

"what are you doing?" You nervously ask as he begins to rub himself against you like a cat. He senses your uneasiness and snickers softly. He slyly places his hands on your waist. "relax, I'm not doing anything.." He mutters. Something about his tone of voice was mischievous to you, you didn't buy this innocent act of his right now.

"yeah, okay." You roll your eyes then smile as he leans away from you, his hands still placed on your sides. You two gaze into each other's eyes in the dim lighting of the kitchen. As you both continued to gaze at each other, the tension appeared to intensify. It made your tummy numb whenever he stared at you half-lided like, you knew where this was going when he finally lifted your chin and leaned in to kiss you just seconds later.

once you felt his warm breath fan your lips you closed the gap and smashed your lips into his. You feel him smile against your lips causing you to do the same, it was a cute moment until you felt a cold sensation on your torso. You squeak from the awfully cold feeling that happened to be Killua's fingers slipping under your shirt. Probably why he smiled. What a asshole...

you want to pull away from him to complain but you already made the mistake of opening your mouth when you panicked. This cute kiss was turning into something more erotic... he spent no time letting his tongue venture inside your mouth. You can practically taste the blue raspberry off his tongue, it catches you off guard but with his hands feeling you under your shirt, him in between your legs, and the sweet taste of raspberry mixing with cherry... you were in too deep, literally.

you reluctantly give in and kiss him back with some force as you tug on his fluffy silver hair. he grunts from the wonderful sensation of your fingers tangling in his hair. His grunts were so cute yet turned you on so badly that you began to run your digits against the nape of his neck to get another reaction. You are successful and hear a faint whimper escape from him, he pulls away momentarily to pant over your neck.

"oh my god? Did you just—"

"shut up." He's quick to cover your mouth and give you an embarrassed look. You want to laugh but for his sake, you comply and simply smile as he takes his hand away. You're back to staring at each other again but this time you feel playful and teasing. You gaze at him and admire his features before slowly narrowing your gaze towards his exposed neck. He watches you curiously, "what are you doing?"

"relax, I'm not doing anythingg..." You smirk, mocking him. Killua rolls his eyes, "oh wow."

"oh wow indeed." You giggle softly and pull him towards you to suck on his pasty skin. He tilts his neck for you and makes faint grunting noises as he grips your legs. You swirl your tongue over a specific spot and leave soft kisses over the spot you bruised with your mouth.

you continue to kiss his sweet neck, feeding off the cute noises that erupt from his mouth , it's making Killua entirely too embarrassed being so vulnerable like this but he couldn't exactly find the strength to pull away, well that was until Gon suddenly came out of his room.

oh and how fast that boy is pushing you away.

"guys LOOK MY TOUNGE IS GREEN!" The ravenette comes running to the kitchen. Gon's sudden appearance makes you jump off the counter with a yelp. Suddenly Killua's push was understandable. "Jesus you scared us Gon." You nervously glance over at Killua then at Gon.

Gon looks at you two confused, "were you guys doing somethi—" "Nope." The silverette quickly answers with a straight face. You look over at him again and blink over at Gon.

there is an awkward silence that falls for a few seconds as Gon observes the two of you, but thankfully Gon's lack of awareness gets the better of him and he simply smiles. "Okay! What color are your guy's tounges?!"

a sigh of relief slips out of you and Killua as you two look at each other, "our tongues huh?" Killua leaves your gaze to look back at Gon. You think to yourself and stick out your pink muscle as Killua does the same. Gon gawks for a moment but then raises his brow.

"why are the both of your tounges purple if you got different drinks?"

"OKAAY– movie time yes???"

"and also you have something on your neck Killua, what is—"

"MOVIE TIME!"

[r3starttt]

CAM-GIRL! ELLIE

CW: oral. dom! ellie. hair pulling. degradation. praising. spit | taglist

The camera was placed above your breasts. your legs open wide, resting on Ellie's shoulders, her hands cupping your thighs. tattoo on half display for the camera to see.

her lips pressed against the inner flesh of your thighs, mouth salivating at the sight in front of her. "So fucking wet. I haven't even touched you" she chuckled.

"bet you've been thinking about this haven't you? fucking slut" your eyes were locked on the screen. hands tempted to move and ease the ache by touching your hardened nipples. you didn't, she'd slap them the second you tried to.

her ptetty hazel eyes staring up at you, straight into the camera. your glistening pussy begging to be touched.

your heavy pants and sloppy breaths being heard through the camera. your chest visibly raising and falling at a desperate ease.

her fingers moved on the sides of your pussy. you aimed the phone closer to get a better view. her digits effortlessly peeling apart your folds.

the camera showing your arousal dripping down the sheets. she leaned in closer, with one of your hands you brushed her hair behind her ear, making sure her face was shown, making sure you'll catch her pretty lips soon licking at your needy pussy.

spit pooled down your folds, her fingers massaging your sides, pressing them and toying with them. hazel puppy eyes savoring the scene.

you could only see, letting out small whines at the pressure she applied in between your folds. crying at how her fingers scissored them painfully slow.

"Gimme that" her hand harshly grabbed the camera off your hands, showing your pussy, how your hole clenched around nothing. the arousal shining deliciously. you opened your legs wider for her, using the chance to buck your hips closer.

her tongue clicked at the sight "stay still or I won't fucking touch you, hear me?" through half-lided eyes you nodded back at her, taking the phone back. shaky hands showing the delicious scene between your wet legs.

her lips kissed over your clit. your stomach tensing at the sensation, so sensitive it almost hurt. the small kisses around your folds slowly turning into her sucking at your clit, a 'pop' each time she stopped.

her eyes never leaving the camera out of sight, making sure you kept it steady.

you could feel- see her fingers tease you. her tongue lapping at your folds, savoring you.

“yeah?” she inquired, aware of how your body reacted to her touch. hearing your whines, seeing how you clenched around nothing. "feels good, huh?"

her fingers curled against your g spot. a weak moan hitting the camera for her and everyone else to hear.

at each thrust against your pussy, at each kiss and taste of your clit, her hips bucked against the matress. the sheets now a wet mess to get rid of the ache on her puffy clit. soaked pussy drenching the sheets whenever her tongue savored you. she needed to add a second finger.

"mhm yeah, feels so good, so so good" her fingers speeding at your pretty voice. your drenched walls tightening around her pretty fingers. salivating tongue sucking harder on your clit, kissing, lapping anything to get a taste of it.

"fuck, can feel you squeezing me so hard" she laughed at you "gonna cum for me? yeah?" you stupidly nodded.

your weak hands fighting the urge to toss the camera aside and press her head closer to you. "c'mon, wanna taste it babe" her voice suddenly quiet, far too focused in your pussy and how tighten you've got, too focused on getting some friction for her own clit.

the obscenities that brush her puffy lips against your pussy once you do. fingers still moving inside you, her tongue slurping and sucking to not waste a bit. you could cum again just by it.

[4pfsukuna]

Hunch Punch T. Fushiguro

Sneak peak of the Enemies to lovers series and inspired by that tik tok trending sound “come here bae come sit next to me, DAMN YOU ON THE EDGE OF THE BED YOU BOUT TO FALL OFF”

Toji had promised Shiu that he’d be on his best behavior and that he wouldnt bother you. He promised no more witty remarks, no shit talking, no more of him being— him. All because little megumi loved spending time with you and avoiding Toji meant every extension of him unfortunately for little megs too. And the little brat had his death stare down to perfection it was why he had two killer dogs.

You weren't oblivious at all to Tojis stares though, specifically to the way his eyes would roam your curves or even your ass when he thought you werent looking. the floor to ceiling window of the one way hotel window had perfectly outlined his wide muscular frame and the minute you turn around his eyes avert from your frame sk quickly you almost thought you imagined it.

Lets see how well tamed he actually is?

“Hows megs?”you ask and his brows furrow for a second and he almost ask whos that because his only thoughts was that thin tiny piece of fabric that was backless showing your spine tattoo, tiny enough for you to bend over and fry his brain and thin enough to where he could see your nipples— were those nipple piercings?

Oh fuck.

“Good. Hes soo goo—“ and he stops himself in his tracks no he wasnt. “No. hes… he misses you” he shakes his head running a hand through his jet black silky hair before dragging a hand down his face.

You pout sitting down on the bed the scent of your perfume overwhelming and he has to bite his tongue to hold back one of his sly comments thats just on the tip of his lips. He clears his throat at the way you lean forward your breast pressing further into the fabric and he feels his hand grip the soft sheets tighter.

“You okay Toji?” You ask softly but your voice sounds like a goddamn siren calling out her prey he’d never heard that tone and the way you said his name has his knuckles aching from the grip.

“Your ears are red” you giggle and this man was so down bad for you so when your hand reaches out to trail from the top of the shell of his ear to the bottom he shivers grabbing your hand in a tight grip.

When his eyes look over at you your licking your lips the shiny gloss never moving from your pink thick lips.

“Are you?” His voice rasp you acted like you hated him any other time but right now it felt like he was being seduced and damn did he want to fold… and then fold you. There was only one way youd act like this.

“What were you drinking?” He ask arching a brow before you giggle again pulling your hand from his wrist.

“I had two shots… Don Julio act a foolio.” You smile and he sees the way your tongue runs over your sharp teeth. Not enough to have you drunk or even tipsy but enough for him to move further from you on the bed to the edge.

“Mmcht why you all the way over there” you suck your teeth, But its the low lided look in your eyes that has him stuck. You had mentioned something before about scorpios having a certain look they give you that locks you in a trance and he thought it was some stupid zodiac thing until he fealt nearly paralized.

“You on the edge of the bed you ‘bout to fall off” you smirk watching the wheels in his head completely stop turning and fall off track his pupils blown wide as you crawl over to him straddling his lap.

Oh, fuck megumi! the little brat hated him anyways the minute your hand touches his chest, behaving so you could come back over for megumi was over. And fuck Shiu too.

“Having fun mama?” He ask spreading his legs wider, hands coming to stabilize you quickly by your hips but fingers tips grazing the top of your ass. He doesn’t even flinch when you pull the gun from his hip dismantling all 6 pieces. The bullets clinking as they fall onto the hardwood floor.

“Keep letting your hands wander might find something else” he leans forward slightly until your hand presses into his throat making the air thicken more. His eyes wander down between the two of you drinking in every inch of you perched perfectly in his lap and he really wasn’t sure who trapped who.

“I thought you Told Shiu you were going To behave?” You tease this time using your opposite hand to caress his face slowly pulling it up to you.

“Sweetheart, this is me behaving” he chuckles his hand reciprocating yours on your neck pulling you down so his lips are against your ear your eyes fluttering shut.

“If i wasnt…” his thumb presses gently against your pressure point in your neck “id have you ride my tongue until the only thing you can remember is my fucking name.”

And your spun around so your back is up against his firm chest, buldge noticeable against your ass legs dangling on the outside of his. His hand holds your neck in place to make sure youre watching him in the reflection in the window.

“If i wasnt i wouldve ripped this slutty little dress off you and had you pinned to that window fucking so deep inside of you until theres tears” his fingers start to slide under your dress.

“ until youre begging and dont know what youre begging me for: to cum, to go faster to stop or let you breathe” his hands squeezes Around your throat tighter tongue against your ear with a soft groan that you almost miss.

“Until those pretty eyes roll back so far you cant give me the look you’ve been giving me all night” he smirks against your neck pulling your gun and knife both from under your dress dismantling it the same way you did his before returning back to your thighs thumb curling against your black lace thong. He doesnt comment on the wetness just tightens his grip on your neck.

“If youre going to try and kill me be less obvious” he snaps the lace against your clit loving the way you flunch back onto his hard on. He knew you were dangerous but fuck this was the sexiest way anybodys ever tried to kill him. He knew youd never drink on a job nor wear something that revealing but he loved being seduced by you he couldn't lie.

The way you were glairing at him had him smirking because you still looked so fucking sexy and your eyes still had that slightly seductive yet hypnotizing look. 

“Get off me” you hiss though your body shows no fight or signs of wanting to get off him. You werent in distress in the slightest. Not a drop of fear in you when your neck was in the hands of a man who could literally snap it easily if he wanted.

“I can feel how wet you are f’ me mama. You dont want me to ‘get of you’ you want me to get you off” he chuckles cupping your pussy smirking at you through your reflections watching your eyes flutter when his thumb brushes against your clit.

“You comin’ home with me after this… the brat misses you” he purrs in your ear making you nod when he pushes a thick finger inbetween your wet folds soaking his finger up with a squish. 

“Okay baby?” He needs confirmation before loosing his mind in between your legs.

“Not your b-baby” you stutter at the thrust. “But ill come—“ and he thrust further this time cutting your words off.

See megs, you can have your cake and eat it too

“I know you will mama, imma make sure you cum for me” he laughs biting on your neck listening to your soft moan and instantly knowing he’d be down bad for you, how hooked he’d be to hear that sound again.

Shit if he was going to be down bad so were you.

“Let me taste you”

[stratfordsandthestars]

i would like to promote matt dahan's radio-musical series, pulp musicals bc it is SORELY underappreciated. it features james tolbert, mariah rose faith, curt mega w other starkid members making guest appearances (kim whalen and jaime lynn beatty are featured in the second episode) and is based on a real lide event where a struggling new york newspaper began claiming their was proof of intelligent life and a civilization on the moon.

in the musical, the stratford twins, rose and samuel, are behind the plot, using famous astronomer john herschel's name within the lie to add more credibility, claiming the information comes from his journals. chaos ensues as everyone believes the lie and they end up digging themselves further into the mess as the newspaper samuel works for keeps wanting more stories from john herschel's journals leading to betrayals and ppl who they never expected to discover their lie discover it. and that's just in episode 1!

the songs and lyrics and music in general is gorgeous highly recommend.

[chocsra]

"Sweep Me Off My Feet, Honey-coated Words."

Chuuya x fem! reader oneshot - 'My Demon' inspired (kdrama)

a/n: i haven't wrote like this in a while! lmk if u want this as a series!! ALSO THIS IS BASED OFF MANGA CHUUYA. NO BLUE EYES 🤕🤕

summary: after being chased by a mysterious killer, a gravity manipulator saves you, only to switch abilities with you, leaving him powerless unless you two touch.. but apparently, you've met before?

Who is a friend and who is a foe?

Misty skies flow through the light air of dark streets. 11:34 AM, that's enough to feel the pit of your stomach drop in fear, absolute horror. You feel your feet being dragged across asphalt streets even if you stumble or feel tears falling along the way. Just a few hours ago, you picked up an Uber sleepily, wandering a cold beach, another figment of a lonely night.

When you found yourself waking up on a dark road still seated in the car, the loneliness dropped for a second, goosebumps rose and eyes scanned. The mysterious Uber driver adjusted his cap so that it covered his face in the car's front mirror, you opened your phone hesitantly to check the app, only to find that your selected uber was 32 minutes away.

A disoriented stare ran from your phone to the back of his head, fear coursed through every vein, a lump caught in your throat, fuck.

Through a punch and a kick, you dashed out of the car and took rugged steps for preparation as you see your driver pull a sharp blade out, a box cutter. Rugged steps turned into uneven running as your feet clashed harshly onto the asphalt, sucking in sharp breaths, exhaling even sharper ones; the dry air piercing out could slice skin itself.

A dead end arose as you ran, hopeless dread pulling at your feet, the once fiery and piercing breath turned shallow as you trembled. The cold, dark air preparing you for an even colder blade piercing.. God knows where.

Then you saw him, him.

A man, not so tall, who drenched from the dark, emerged from the shadows. It was as if the glow of the moon reflected off his ivory, smooth skin. There was something about him that seemed so.. foreign. To his silky copper hair, bangs that framed his face messily, and a few specific locks that rested on his left shoulder - such an unusual haircut, one that showcased slight sweat and a disehelved look despite his fancy attire.

He had eyes that naturally seemed low-lided, tired stormy grey eyes that you could make through his long lashes; a shine that was printed on his undereyes, one that presented the curves of it. His pinkish lips were tugged into a soft smirk, his hands stuffed in pockets.

The man walked ever so carelessly, as if he were used to lurking in the dark, and watching others drown in it. An expensive raven fedora adorned his hair with a pristine chain hooking around the piece, along with a black bolo tie, a leather choker, and white button up shirt. A long overcoat was thrown loosely over his broad shoulders, with a fitted grey vest and black blazer underneath. You took in his black dress shoes and matching slacks, before he halted, almost making you.. choose between them.

Something about him was also off, incredibly off, one that made your insides swirl and rummage for an answer. So, who is a friend and who is a foe? Crime inhabited every street and alleyway in Yokohama, there may be no safe option, but there is safer.

"Help me!" You run up to the suited man, adrenaline coursed through every vein, pumping to your pounding heart. "He's.. he's trying to kill me!" The man averted his stormy eyes to you, on you, tilting his head as if he were trying to clarify your statement. "And what do I get in return?" A crisp, raspy voice rolled off his tongue like candy, but his words were anything but sweet.

You dart your eyes back to the walking killer, face contorting in confusion, "Consider it a favour." he rasps, sleepy cat-like eyes barely gazing at you. "A favour?" your brows furrow in disdain and repulsion, what kind of life threatening situation deserves a deal in return? A mere business exchange?

"My boss told me we needed more men for infiltration," he clicks his tongue, the glint of the sharp blade inching closer.. and closer. "I think you're perfect." He explains ever so vaguely, "I can't just agree to something so vague.." you purse your lips, head turning as time feels so slow, so slow and so dangerous, "Do you want to live or what?" the man downright scoffs. "Fine." you mumble, biting your inner cheek before he nods his head arrogantly, like you made a respectable, good, choice.

"Noted," the man responds as the criminal behind you lengthens the box cutter to it's max length, you whip your head around in fear before a crushing force pierces the man's chest, dropping the box cutter in the process, blood coughs out of his mouth as his back clashes into the car's front window. Glass shatters and the dashcam runs crushed, lines of blood dribble out the killer's temple and forehead, body disehelved and messily thrown. From the corner of your eye, you see the same shine of the redhead's dress shoe, perfectly angled at the fallen man as he chuckles darkly, hands still shoved in his pockets.

"We've been waiting for you," He inquires, casually striding to the bloody man, "You have a debt to pay." the words roll off his tongue so perfectly, each consonant, vowel, each felt dipped in honey, even as he grabs a fistful of the man's hair, baring his teeth in a smirk devilishly.

'You have a debt to pay' rang in your ears almost irrevocably, there was a catch to his deal, isn't there? A mystery man whose bones crushed under his foot so casually, the wet stainted lips the redhead had, it was covered in lies, deceit, wasn't it? So, who is a friend and who is a foe? If there's one person to trust, it's yourself.

Your feet broke from the shackles holding you in place, from the feeling of your gut, you should've trusted yourself from the beginning, you should've decided what you wanted for your fucking self. You took your feet and ran away from them both, whatever debt he has to pay, he could pay it, whatever deal you had to go through, could suck your fucking dick.

Crash.

The beaten man was thrown right in front of your path of running, landing harshly onto the road; you halted immediately as the pavement cracked and debris emerged. The stormy-eyed man kept his gaze set on the half-dead one, his bones were messily twisted, a look of agony and hatred sent like fluid to each of his veins.

"Miss," you heard a familiar, sugar-coated voice dripping to your attention. The man again, smug, arrogant face dropped for a second, not with a look of sincerity, but rather seriousness. It overtook your breath with the smell of his musky colonge and cigarettes.

"we had a deal too."

You stopped for a second, maybe more than that - he finally stuffed his hand out of his pocket and extended it to you, revealing a gloved, large hand. His fashion was intricately overdressed, you could see from head to toe, he was dripping in a virginal assortment of accessories - rich in flavour, and extravagant in taste. He extended his hand gentle but firmly, undertones of something more lurking under his refined gloves, as if grasping his hand would seal your unknown deal. You stared up at him through your lashes; unbeknownst and rather innocent.

Time is wasting, but is 'waste' a proper word for a moment so enchanting?

Then, a sudden roar of a car's lights awoken and came crashing onto you two, the man, clearly taken off-guard, grabbed your hand, and pushed both of you off the road. Suddenly, you feel the once enamouring misty air blind you as you feel a firm hand grasp onto your wrist, another arm wrapped around your shoulder. A limp, fleeting rush of air flew past you two, as you crash into the lake below you.

Dim shines of city lights prick through the surface of the airy water. Lukewarm but cold quivered and raked through your skin as your hair splays in the lake. Dark corals of reefs peek against your vision as you turn your head around, only to see the same man, your saviour, sinking in the water asleep, his grey eyes were closed shut as his long lashes compliment his skin underneath the shimmer of the moonlight, along with a glow of red outlining his features. His fedora was nowhere to be found, only revelling his silky copper locks. He, without the fedora looked familiar, a little too familiar.

Wait.

You remember him now, all too well.

Chuuya Nakahara.

"I'll be honest, I think blind dates are completely useless."

An elegant man dressed in a fancy black tuxedo had his arms folded in the chair across from yours, almost sleeping in such a fancy restaurant. He had glowly copper hair with bangs that framed his face quite nicely, the sunlight from the open window shining through his locks delightfully too. The man's hair was on the longer side too, so he had it pushed into a half-ponytail, how pretty.

"Since when was this a date?" a raspy, no nonsense voice grumbled from his pinkish lips, his eyes still pinched shut. "I'm sorry?" you scoff, "Didn't Mori set you up with me?" you scan your eyes around the restaurant intently, the whole place was empty, it seems that the restaurant was reserved empty just for this 'date'. "Mori?" the redhead perks his head up, now setting his undivided attention towards you, "Yeah.. Mori." you nodded your head slowly, hinting that your fellow classmate set you up on a blind date with one of his friends.

"Why? He's not really into stuff like that." his brows furrow at you, leaning forward in his seat, now manspreading. "He said that you were.. 'a ladies man.' I guess he thought we were a good match." you inhale deeply, leaning back onto your chair. "Tch," he scoffs, turning his head to the side, still smiling,

"I guess you could say that."

"So how did your date go?"

you were currently walking on campus, your classmate, Mori, bumping into you. "Like shit. You were so lying about the whole ladies man part!" you snicker, still slightly irritated, your friend looked a little offended for his friend, but sighed. "Looks aren't everything, y'know, he's a really good guy when ya get to know him."

You quirk a brow at your friends revelation, "Huh? Looks were all he had! He was cocky, an asshole, had the worst manners, the most secretive bitch I've met, and talked about some secret occult society he was in!" counting the amount of times your date pissed you off on your fingers, if you kept going, you would need more than two hands.

Your friend beside you raised a brow more than once, "Hold on, what the fuck are you talking about?" he motioned harshly, "That's what I'm asking you!" you halt your steps, turning to face him. "Why the fuck did you set me up with him?!"

"Relax, what was his name? Was he the guy with glasses, tall, black hair?" you dart your eyes around your surroundings completely confused, "What? His.. his name was Chuuya Nakahara, I think." your friend pulls out his phone to show a picture of four friends having a drink at a bar, one matching exactly his description. "That's him. Who the hell did you go out with?"

Well shit.

'Seriously?! That crazy bitch from the cafe?' you thought, submerged in water, bubbles floating from both of your mouths to the surface. Excruciatingly and hesitantly enough, you pulled his wrist from the sinking body of water, and swam to the nearest surface of land. Barely noticing the red outline of his body travelling to yours.

Chuuya awoke on a shallow pile of land, surrounded by the lake's water. He rubbed his temple sleepily as he groaned, seeing your sleeping figure through lazy eyes. What did he get himself into? The redhead pushed your hair out of your face to get a closer look, not minding when he sees your eyes fluttering open. Then, he saw a poking tattoo of black ink written across your neck.

A5158.

Several pants of flashbacks flow through his head, you rise disoriented, rubbing your head as you look up at him. He looks at you with discontent, eyes that usually told a powerful story, every speck of grey took you out of the honey he dipped his words in. But now, he looked shocked, almost unreadable; enigmatic.

"..What happened?" you mumble, unaware of the glowly red outline running along your figure, to each strand of your hair, to the curve of your arms. The redhead firmly held your wrist, the lines of red connecting to him, the curve of his shoulder, the juncture of his neck, even the sharp line of his jaw. A large wave of clear, water splash behind you two, filtering the gaps of sunlight capturing the slope of his cheek. Chuuya stammers, an unreadable desire chasing from him to you.

"What.. did you do to me?"

taglist: @sstarshroom @soleelia @tomiroro

[viisator]

Seok Matthew

Pairing : Seok Matthew x F!Redear

Genre : Love hate.

Warning : None.

Not proofread.

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One thing about this guy...is that he's friggin weird. Period.

 That's what you automatically thought when the first time you sat with Seok Matthew. First thing first, it's the way he suddenly comes up to your table, grabbing a chair, dragging it in front of you, then sitting down while his both elbows on your desk and his chin on his palm, staring at you with that wide, sweet, happy, sickening grin...

It wasn't the only time he did that, it was almost everyday after morning classes, and since you eat lunch inside the classroom while everyone's out, It's always been you alone in there. And then there's Mathew...staring at you, blinking his eyelashes multiple times for your own good and sanity...! sigh...just how many more times till you can't take it anymore? Because really, you need to talk to him about this routine you're getting yourself into.

"Uh, Matthew." You called, your attention fully on the notebook below you beside his elbows on the desk. 

"Hmm?" He hummed with that usual smile.

"Don't you wanna have lunch?" Asking that was an excuse to rid of him of course, and you could only sigh.

"You're not having lunch yourself." He replied cheekily, and that stupid chuckle at the end.

"Well, it's because I'm studying. Matthew, you have to eat." You shot him a narrowing gaze, making his grin wider. If that's even posible.

"YOU have to eat." He tilt his head to the side, making you look at him deadpanned in which he replied with a giggle.

"You know, Y/n, if you want me to leave you can just be honest you know?" Another giggle from him, another sigh of exasperation from you.

"Well even if I did, you'll just lean in closer to my face until I have no space at all." You did asked him to leave once, but that's not what he did, he shamelessly leaned even closer and his breath fanning in your cheeks. You didn't want to be reminded.

"Hmm..." He hummed, leaning closer.

"Why do you wanna get rid of me, huh?" For once, his grin's wiped out his face, now a frown replaced, amusing you.

"Because you're taking all my personal space and you're literally staring at me like you're on drugs or something!" Matthew just stare at your frustration. The way you threw your hands up in the air and your face frowning, brows furrowed and lips pouted...he licked his own lips.

"That's absurd... accusing me of using drugs." Matthew absentmindedly stated, his eyes lingering on your lips making you flick your own gaze at his own. You swallowed harnd and look back at your notes, feeling your ears warm. Then there's his chuckle again.

God... it's that chuckle again. That's the reason you can't concentrate at all, no words nor letters are registering in your head, just the way his chuckle made you clutch your skirt and swallow hard and your heart almost jumps off your ribcage... God help you.

"You're getting flustered, is that why you want me to leave, hm?" You felt his breath brush your ear and suddenly, his whole presence is so close you could barely breath. Just when did he get so close? You slowly lift your gaze to look at him. There's no grin and far off look there, just his parted lips and half-lided eyes staring directly at you; at your lips.

You didn't manage to answer his question, because the second you know, is he's already so close, his nose on the hollow of your closed right eyes, his lips touching the side of your nose while his fingers tangled with your hair caressing and pulling you close. You froze of course. I mean- what are you supposed to do? You can only hold your breath and hope you don't pass out right then and there-(because girl! Matthew's hella hot and you can't even lie about that.) Then he sniffs, inhaling your scent while his nose still on your closed right eyes.

"Eh?" Baffled, your brain seemed to pause, but he didn't stop from sniffing for a while and you just sat there frozen, then after that seemed to be an awful lot while, he leaned away and gave you his full wide grin, happiness on his face.

Matthew softly poked your nose. "I should get lunch now, you want anything?" You stare at him for a solid minute, your brain slowly registering what happened then you suddenly feel your cheeks burn and down to your neck and suddenly you cannot look at him, your view meet the handwriting on your notebook. You swallow hard.

"Um... strawberry milk will do." You muttered, but Matthew managed to hear, and so, he pat your head and made his way to the cafeteria with that wide, sweet, happy, sickening grin.

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My second ZB1 fic...another draft from last year.

[sidlottedream]

The Path back to Love_

_Athos x Ninon

_fanfiction_part 4

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@sassywren

"Fais de beaux rêves, ma cherié," Ninon tucked her daughter Aimée and gave her a tiny kiss on the forehead. The girl half-lided nodded replying that she'd dream of a houle Alix and the heroic musketeer. Ninon curled up a smile and adjusted the blanket.

Returning to the living-dining room, she found Athos still seated at the table, a half-empty goblet of wine in his hand. The firelight danced in his weary eyes, highlighting the lines etched by years of service to the King and country. He thanked her for the supper, a simple stew that smelled faintly of thyme and rosemary.

Ninon, ever graceful, added another log to the fire, its warmth mirroring the hesitant comfort arising in the room. She joined him at the table as she poured herself some water in a cup.

The revelation of Aimée's paternity, concealed for so long, now hung between them, a fragile secret finally brought into the light earlier that evening. "I wanted to send word about Aimée, to let you know that you had a daughter," Ninon began, her voice soft, "but something always held me back. I can't explain it." A flicker of apprehension crossed her features, mirroring the unspoken anxieties that clung to the edges of their quiet contentment. Athos, his hand resting on the worn wood of the table, met her gaze with understanding.

Ninon continued, "Armand told me that it was you who had sent money for the school -not immediately, but...I had suspected it was you anyway."

Athos let out a small sigh, the sound barely audible above the crackling fire. He knew the weight of unspoken secrets, the burden of a past that clung like a shadow. "I had to do something… I felt guilty… everything that had happened with Richelieu and his theft of your money, stripping you of your life… it was unjust to say the least." "I had to do something," he said, a hint of self-reproach in his voice.

"Athos – please don't," Ninon said softly, reaching across the table to gently touch his hand. Her fingers, slender and elegant, lingered for a moment. "You saved my life. And you gave me Aimée. She made everything bearable." Her eyes, the color of a summer sky, shone with an unexpected fierceness. "She has your spirit," Ninon continued, a hint of pride, perhaps even a touch of awe in her voice. "She has the same spirit as you," she added, a hint of amusement in her tone. "Adventurous, to say the least. Already planning an expedition to the nearby woods to find a particularly rare wildflower.” Athos chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest, the weight of his past momentarily forgotten in the presence of this remarkable woman and their extraordinary daughter sleeping serenly in the other room.

"I want to recognize Aimée officially as my daughter," he stated, his voice low but firm. The quiet of the evening amplified the weight of his words, leaving Ninon speechless for a second. Her carefully constructed lie, the tale of Aimée’s father being a phantom soldier that had died in an accident, was about to crumble. Deep down in heart she had always known this moment might come, the precarious balance of her secret threatening to topple.

Athos, ever the pragmatist, anticipated her shock. He sighed, the sound heavy with the weight of years and unspoken emotions. "I know this is unexpected," he continued, his gaze unwavering, "and I understand your reservations about marriage. I've not forgotten how you feel about it. What I propose is -a contract between two people- a legal recognition of Aimée’s parentage. For her sake, I offer this. Please consider it." His words held a sincerity that pierced the silence.

Ninon's gulp was almost audible, a testament to the internal turmoil wrestling within her. Faced with this unexpected offer of stability and legality, found her carefully built world unraveling. The phantom husband, a convenient fiction she had manufactured to shield Aimée from the village's judgment, was always something that stood on shaky grounds. Athos’ proposition, while unconventional, offered a lifeline – a way to ensure Aimée's future without exposing the truth entirely. The contract, a novel solution, allowed her a way out without complete disgrace. As she looked into Athos' determined eyes, she saw a promise of protection, for Aimée.

The practicality of the proposal, the assured security it offered her daughter, outweighed her own personal misgivings. But she was aware that there must be a stronger legal bond.

"I will marry you." she suddenly said.

Her response surprised him, even as it confirmed his own shrewd assessment of the situation. The village gossip mill was a relentless beast, and Ninon, a respected schoolteacher, understood the power of appearances.

Her reply of sorts delivered with quiet determination, shifted the power dynamic in the room. Marriage, a concept she had once vehemently rejected, was now a tactical maneuver, a shield against societal judgment and a path to secure Aimée’s future. It offered a far more palatable public image than a simple legal contract, an image that would protect her reputation and her daughter's standing within the small, tightly-knit community. Athos' heart stirred, a flicker of something akin to hope, but he carefully masked it, his expression remaining stoic as he contemplated her words. He had anticipated a battle of wills, a negotiation steeped in stubborn pride, but something completely different transpired.

"Very well," he said, his voice low and resonant. "Shall we proceed with the arrangements as soon as you deem it fit."

There was still one more thing she needed to put to rest. It was an evening where old wounds, long thought healed, were reopened. But in order to heal, in order for her to consent to his proposal she needed to know what role Madame de la Chapelle had played in his life.

Athos inhaled deeply, the silence stretching taut. He was about to reveal a truth long buried, a truth that would shatter the fragile peace of their evening and might reverse Ninon's good will to accept his proposal.

He revealed that Madame de la Chapelle, far from being merely the Cardinal's agent, was, in fact, his wife. The revelation hung between them, a chilling testament to a life shrouded in secrets and betrayals. Ninon stared, speechless, the simple supper, the warmth of the fire, all swallowed by the shocking truth. The comfortable illusion of their quiet evening in the French countryside was shattered, replaced by the harsh reality of Athos' complicated past, a past that had inextricably intertwined with her own seven years ago.

Then, a flicker of understanding sparked in Ninon's eyes. "She wanted me dead," she whispered, the realization dawning on her, "she must have seen us, and she was jealous.” Athos' sigh, a sound burdened by years of regret, confirmed her suspicions. The pieces finally fell into place -the mysterious disappearances, the veiled threats, the ever-present sense of danger that had clung to him like a second skin – all linked to his manipulative late wife.

[karshown]

PAPAMIN ! pt.2 ! momma coming down with a light cold .. HAPPY NEW YEARS! ,,

⌨ ++ expect mentions of: sickness (obvi), symptoms of sickness, swearing, light nsfw mentions (not too serious, extremely brief), fluff / sfw.. (lmk if i missed anything)

characters :: Nanami, Ji-ji (baby), Satoru & Suguru, & ofc y/n (momma)

all characters used are 18+ ,,

"Mm tissue!" Satoru tugged another tissue out of the small box that sat in the middle of the table, right besides the card stack, Suguru grumbled because of how contagious Satoru was, Suguru kept a safe distance across from Satoru as he gripped the few cards in his hands.

Nanami ignored Satorus constant sniffles and crunchy coughs, as he focused on his cards in his hands.

"Satoru you never fail to disgust me,"

"Suguru f'fuck you! I swear once i feel better im beating the living sh-"

"Cut it out." Nanamis voice startled Satoru, causing him to immediately go silent, darting his eyes towards the card game in front of them. Suguru shot Nanami a side glance as he said nothing further aswell, they resumed the game of uno.

MINUTES later, I made my way downstairs, perfectly healthy until I stepped into the atmosphere of SATORU GOJO!!!!! I slowly stepped down to the last step of the stairs, my loosened grip on the railing as I officially made it downstairs. I stopped right in front of Nanami as I gently wrapped my arms around his neck, nuzzling my nose into his cheek, basically his cheekbone.

"Mm, hi baby!" I whispered as he stiffened for a second, the warm feeling of my lips brushinf against his ear caused the short, blond brushed hairs on his neck to slightly rise. Then continued placing one of his cards down.

"Good afternoon m'lady," Satoru suddenly sneezed, I immediately felt specks of it fly into my right hand.

"Damn you Satoru!" Suguru commented, finally getting tired of how sick he is. I freed my arms from Nanamis neck, making my way towards the kitchen sink, I turned on the faucet as I poured a small amount of strawberry soap into my palm, I lathered my hands up and gently ran them under the lukewarm water.

"Uno!" Satorus usually hypes voice was now replaced by a rough, raspy one as he cleared his throat, trying to fix the issue in the sound of his voice. Suguru huffed as the color changed from blue to red, giving Satoru a clear winning chance as he threw his last card onto the deck.

"Uno?"

"FUCK YOU SATORU!!"

Nanami sighed as he placed his last threw cards down, I poured some water into a cup for Satoru, gently sliding it towards him as he thanked me happily chugging it down.

"Thanks, Y/N!"

"Anytime Satoru,"

A FEW DAYS PASSED

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YOU mysteriously began to get sick, this was merely only the beginning as you quickly got a fever, your skin feeling overly warm, beyond the normal body temperature as you laid snuggled up in bed. Not moving a single inch as you curled up into a ball, lightly coughing as you gripped the blanket you covered yourself in with your last bit of strength.

Using that to hold on to as your stomach clenched everytime you coughed, the overpowering sound of the light that shined in the bathroom muffled your cries for help, Nanami stood in front of the bathroom sink as he threw a glob of gel onto his messy blonde hair, running his fingers through his short hair as he made sure to coat every strand in the thick-clear gel, as he pushed it back lightly slicking it back with a hard brush.

"Baby.." you tugged the thick blanket that covered your face down, the strong white light from the cracked bathroom door hit your low-lided eyes. Nanami heard your strained voice, despite how low you spoke. In seconds he quickly washed the left over residue from the gel off of his fingertips, swiftly swinging the door open his eyes immediately darted towards your unusually tucked frame.

"Whats wrong?" Nanami asked, clearly knowing something was wrong. Without a second thought he made his way in front of your position, he crouched down in front of you as he pulled the blanket back completely revealing your face. You huffed and puffed as you sighed, unable to admit that you're, sick.

"I think.. i'm sick." Nanami wanted to hug you so bad right now, but he couldn't afford to get sick as one parent was already extremely ill.

"While me and Ji-ji are out today i'll stop by the local pharmacy and pick up some medicine, you want that?"

"Yes please.."

"I promise to not take long," and with that, Nanami broke the barrier between you two by lightly grazing his lips on your heated cheek. Quickly pulling back as he tucked you back in, you nuzzled your nose back into the covers slowly falling asleep.

Completely exhausted from nothing but fighting off an unknown virus.

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HOURS later you heard Nanami making his way back into the house, his light footsteps making his way down the hall and into the room right besides the room you rot in. You could tell he was putting Ji-ji to sleep first as it was well over his nap time.

Moments later Nanami silently made his way into the bedroom you two shared, once again taking a stop right in front of you as he kicked his shoes off to the side, crouching in front of your curled up position as he crouched in front of you.

"M'lady, I have food and I brought medicine, I heard it works decently well." You untucked yourself from your blanket as you examined the bag that sat right beneath your bed.

"Sit up," you quickly obliged as you pushed yourself back onto the bedframe, Nanami stood up from his crouched position as he gently pushed himself onto the edge of the bed, holding a box with warm food in it.

"What'd you get?"

"Fried Cabbage," you lightly nodded as he cracked the white box open, reaching down to rustle through the noisy white bag beneath him, searching for the black fork thay he placed in there moments before.

He then pulled it out of the white bag after struggling to find it as you sat patiently. he completely lifted the lid off of the container your food was in as he stabbed the fork into a few pieces of sausage, cabbage, and grabbed some rice along with it.

"Open," you did as asked, but with confusion.

He stuck the fork with perfect amount of food in your face, urging you to eat it as you parted your lips and bit down, sliding your mouth off of the black fork leaving it spotless. As bad as Nanami wanted to simply toss everything aside and fuck the sickness out of you, he held himself back with every part of his body.

You swallowed the last bit of food as you spoke.

Nanami repeated his movements again, shoving the same fork in your face just with a different amount of food each time, you grumbled as you crossed your arms across your chest.

"I can feed myself y'know!" you gently pushed the fork out of your face, he swatted your small hand away as your arm fell to your side, with no fight left in you, he grabbed you by your face, squishing your cheeks as your eyebrows raised, clearly surprised by his movements.

"Eat. It." he commanded as he waited for you to loosen your tightened jaw, once you did so he shoved the food down your throat, waiting for you to swallow every inch of it, down to the last few crumbs. Which you did.

"Exactly what I thought, i'll give you some medicine once your done eating."

You nodded as he continued to feed you.

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HOURS passed and you were stone sleep, face deeply nuzzled into Nanamis chest, before you fell asleep he forced you to get up and shower with him, despite your clear sickness he simply couldn't allow you to sleep dirty.

Nanami dressed you by sliding simple underwear up your thighs and onto your plump butt, to accompany the underwear he then found one of his grey t-shirts, which covered almost your entire upper body, stopping just right above your ass. He dressed the same, as you two matched, you craved Nanamis kisses so the closest thing you could do to survive, and fill that urge, you simply didn't allow Nanami to have any personal space.

Even though he hated the entire thought of being sick, even sneezing once would annoy the absolute shit out of him, he pushed that aside, just this one time. Your overly warm body heat mixed with his freezing one, as you two slept under a different blanket, a grey one just as thick as the black one. The low sound of the TV played in the background as you drifted to sleep, the light smell of Nanami's natural body fragrance flooded your nose as you happily inhaled every bit of it, Nanami then wrapped his long, veiny arms around your waist ー pulling you closer towards his broad chest.

"Goodnight, I love you m'lady."

"Mmm" you replied, signaling that you were obviously in dreamland.

' as always ,, notes , reblogs , etc are always appreciated !! ty for reading & have a wonderful day 📰 .

[moretinyideas]

ASTARIEL ZHI CATOHA────

Zero Below / Main OC, Asta. . .

CALLED──Asta / Cato / Star / Starshine / Starfish

BIRTHDAY──September 28th 613AU

FIRST YEAR──Fourth Wing, Flame Section, Second Squad

REBELLION RELIC──thin band-like swirls around both her wrists, compared to shackles and cuffs

DRAGON──Valamtosz ( vah─lam─tosh ), Green Swordtail, Mated to Chay, Bonded to Asta Catoha, his fourth rider. ~120 years old.

DRAGON RELIC──wrapped around her left thigh, the tail reaching up to her hip, the head resting over her knee cap

SIGNET(s)──inntinnsic / graviturgy

DESCRIPTION──night dark hair that hits the bottom of her shoulder blades, honeyed amber-ebony mono-lided eyes, warm toned milky/golden complexion, full lips, singular dimple only visible then grinning widely, tall and athletic build ( 5'11 ) but small breasts and shoulders ( suanbeiii / cheng xiao )

PERSONALITY ( FW )──knowledgeable, quiet, mysterious, easy going, flirty, funny, fearless

PERSONALITY ( IF )──quiet, knowing, tired, protective, easy going, loving, funny, manipulative

PERSONALITY ( OS )──manipulative, quiet, knowing, protective, loyal, stubborn, easy to anger, withdrawn, funny

PARENTS──Tobias Catoha, born and raised in Aretia, became the Rider of Làidir, an Orange Swordtail. Was killed in action during the Tyrrish Rebellion. Bo Zheng, from a Morrainian port city along the Emerald Sea, became the rider of Roinn, a Black Scorpiontail and met Tobias in the Rider's Quadrant. Was executed as a traitor and Tyrrish Sympathiser with the rest of the Rebellion parents !

FOSTER FAMILY──Fostered by Duke Eric and Duchess Solara Kavish─Lindell with her sister at the age of 15. Regards their daughter, Mignonette Kavish─Lindell aged 7, as her little sister. There's a good relationship between them, even after Eric was indisposed. Solara is related to Duke Lindell, which is how Asta got in contact with Liam and Sloane after Eira, Xaden and Garrick entered Basgiath. Solara is on the side of the revolution !

BEFORE BASGIATH──She grew up in Aretia with Xaden, Bodhi and Garrick, their father's having been childhood friends and their friendship surviving their tenures at Basgiath. She and Xaden were quiet close at the time of the Tyrrish Rebellion, close enough that she could read him completely. She was heartbroken when their little group was separated after the execution of their parents. She had wanted to follow in the footsteps of her parents since she was young, training to joing the Rider's Quadrant from the age of six, she continued her training after her foster placement, learning from paid tutors instead of her father and family friends ( including Fen Riorson. . . ). When Eira was conscripted to Basgiath, Asta lost her footing for a while. She then decided she would find a way to connect the marked ones, even if she had to walk the distance herself. In doing so she helped create and facilitate trading and mail routes between cities. She used this time to connect ( and re-connect ) with the marked ones, training with them and helping out in their towns. In the months before she entered Basgiath she was tasked to carry messages for the Revolution, meeting Lieutenant Colonel Aisereigh and the Assembly, before figuring out that Leadership at Basgiath were monitoring and/or redacting the letters from marked ones. . .

[initial-lime]

you don’t understand how much of a jumpscare the danish tma post was. i feel like my brain and my kidneys switched places for a second. det var ægte skræmmende. men halløj du.

Hej (: velkommen til mit hjørne af den her hellsite, håber du kan lide mine memes (:

[lovelykil]

—hope they caught us

: ➛ killua (older ver.)

cw; kissing 🤷🏾‍♀️

note; okay idk I might start to write things like this for him , I've been iffy abt it buuut some people have asked for stuff like this for him, and I lobe him so im about to get so silly 😊

song

his oceanic eyes locked onto yours, creating an intense and captivating gaze as his minty breath was felt on your wet lips. the hunter breathes heavily, his thumb gracing against your sore lips. Your arms hug his neck as your chest rises and falls, your eyes meeting his to make sure this was real.

you're not sure how this played out, unfolded.. but you just kissed your bestfriend.

your bestfriend of six years , ever since you guys were 12.

here locked in a closet, no lights, no people, and such limited amount of spacing.

kinda cliché isn't it?

mmh.

“kil, i—”

“just shut up and kiss me again.” the albino muttered, feeling his cheeks rise in heat from his own words. Your lips part in shock but soon you found yourself nodding. Your fingers get tangled in his fluffy hair, scratching his scalp softly to receive a low grunt to escape his pretty mouth when he connects his aching lips with yours.

He holds you close to his warm body, his sneaky hands wrapping around your waist. His strong yet gentle digits slip beneath your shirt and come in contact with your bare skin, he rubs the curves to your figure as he kisses you slowly. You struggle kissing the tall hunter back from the overwhelming numb sensation your stomach was in, the tips of his fingers tracing against your back softly almost like he was teasing you drove you insane. Your back arched slightly and body shivered with pleasure, your tongue tangled with his but your eyes opened weakly, pushing out the little tears forming.

You tremble, your legs beginning to give out from the way he knew your weak spots.

kil opens one of his sapphire eyes to adore the look on your flushed face, he bites your lip ever so softly with a no good smirk to get you to react. You shut your eyes quick and make a small noise into his mouth, tugging at his hair. He grips your hips from the hair tug, his brows knitting in vulnerability, letting out a slight whine into your mouth. That smirk gone from existence.

the hungry kiss seemed to come to a swift end, the lack of oxygen was getting to you and you needed to part away before you passed out. You leaned away from him to breathe once again, this time you avoid his playful gaze. His half lided eyes peer down at you, they seem to glow with amusement in the dark space as he wipes away the saliva from his lip with his thumb.

your cheeks now rosy red with your swollen lips, you take your hands away from him to fold your them to your chest, in thought.

never would you have thought he would figure out such vulnerable places on your body so quickly, and worse yet.. hes your bestfriend! but maybe that made it.. better?

“kurapika is gonna be so mad if he found us like this, huh?” he broke the silence, inhopes to make you talk again. You look up at him and nod, feeling yourself smile for a second. “we're locked in here though, so he can't really blame us”

“mhm.”

the silence fell again, the elephant in the room not leaving just yet. You two stood awkwardly, killua leaned against the wall and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his grey sweats. He sighed then chuckled.

“I liked that kiss..”

“you did?”

the boy nodded, his back pressing against the firm wall. You thought some more.

“wanna.. do it again?” you sheepishly smiled. kil rubbed the back of his neck with a noticeable blush, debating.

“what if they catch us?”

“hope they do.”

[eminsunnytoons123]

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~Class of 3000: back to the SING!~

Short Stories #2

🎇Fireworks Bridges🎇

It was night time at westley, Sunny was literally sleeping on his desk in the music classroom.... when all of a sudden, he Heard fireworks outside! He immediately wakes up, And his eyes are half-lided and he has eye bags

Sunny, groaning while getting his head up from the desk: ughh... mhm.. what in the name of all music is that noise? Its literally 3 AM in the mornin'...

He gets up from his desk and slowly and tiredly goes to the window and he looks outside... And he sees Lil' D, Madison, Philly Phil, Tamika, Eddie, Kim and Kam outside, and theyre putting on some fireworks!

Sunny, thinking in his mind: "what the? What are they doin' this late? And why the heck are they puttin' fireworks? Is it new year but earlier?"

Madison, with a Purple firework: hehehe! This is a good time to put fireworks! *She giggles then lits up the firework, and it goes into the air and explodes some Purple sparkles!*

Kam: well, its pretty much 3 o' clock in the morning. And we are probably disturbing some peop- *he got cut off by Kim*

Kim: oh, who cares, Kam!? Its still fun.

Philly Phil, with a orange firework: I agree with Kim. *He Chuckles*

Kam, crossing his arms: hm, whatever. *He rolls his eyes*

Sunny has his eyebrow raised and he kinda has a scowl expression on his face as Lil' D, Madison, Philly Phil, and the other four are putting on fireworks this late! And then he Opens the window of the music classroom

Sunny: *yelling from the music classroom* y'all! What are y'all doin' this late!?

Lil' D, Madison, Philly Phil, Tamika, Eddie, Kim and Kam: *they all jump up and squeal a bit as they hear Sunny's voice* AH!?

Sunny: now, Calm down, y'all. Its just me. *He holds his hands up in a defensive way*

Lil' D, Madison, Philly Phil, Tamika, Eddie, Kim and Kam all turn to look at Sunny, and they got slight sheepish looks, but then they dont after a few seconds

Lil' D: oh, heya Sunny! We're just puttin' on some fireworks.

Sunny: oh, I can definetly see that, but I'm now askin' WHY are y'all doin' that this late? Its literally 3 o' clock in the damn mornin'! *He then rubs his eyes a bit as theyre still half-lided and he still has eyebags*

Tamika, with two cyan fireworks in her hand: pssh, because, 3 o' clock is the best time to put these darn fiyaworks!

Eddie, beside a small box of yellow fireworks: oh, indeed. Its very fun to do this at night actually.

Sunny, putting his Hand on the bottom of the window and the other on his lower back: hm, well guess what, y'all, it can disturb others, y'kno? And its a bit- *he yawns a bit* earlier for new year. *He raises an eyebrow*

Lil' D: oh, we know... But! We dont care, Its still pretty fun, even to kill some boredom. *He smirks in a mischiveous way*

Philly Phil: and besides, we dont really care if it disturbs others here. *He shrugs his shoulders and grins*

Sunny, rolling his eyes and chuckling a bit: oh, I see y'all dont care. *He sighs* what will I do with y'all bein' like gremlins? *He asked that in a pretty sarcastic way*

Lil' D, Madison, Philly Phil, Tamika, Eddie, Kim and Kam all look at each other while grinning like gremlins and they look back at Sunny and shrug their shoulders

Sunny: I knew it. Y'all dont know. *He chuckles and rolls his eyes*

Madison: well! Imma put a firework now! *She giggles like a little maniac or gremlin, and she lits up a firework, but it doesnt go up in the air, it infact goes towards the window of the music classroom! And Madison gasps!* OOPS!

Lil' D, Philly Phil, Tamika, Eddie, Kim and Kam: *they all gasp too* MADISON!?

Madison: WHAAAAT!?! I DIDNT KNOW IT LIKES THE MUSIC CLASSROOM!

Sunny's eyes widen as the purple firework goes towards the music classroom, and since the music classroom is on the first floor, he jumps out the window quickly, and the firework goes inside and it flies around!

Sunny, panting and sighing in relief: sho-wee! That was a close one...

Madison, blushing from embarassment: sorry, Sunny... I didnt know that firework likes the music classroom!

Sunny: meh, its a'ight, Madi.

Then, Mila and Tanya Open the window of the dancing classroom, and they're on the first floor aswell, and they both have eyebags and tired looks aswell and their hairs are pretty messy!

Mila: Sunny? Whats going on here? Why are your kids putting on fireworks this late at night?

Tanya: yeah!? I'm tryna sleep! *She crosses her arms, she looks pretty grumpy!

Sunny, shrugging his shoulders: ah, ya know my students, Mila... Theyre like gremlins. Always lookin' for trouble.

Mila: oh, I know that, Alright... *She sighs, and puts her hands on the bottom of the window*

Then the Purple firework came out of the music classroom! But it luckily got lit out and is now just on the ground

Madison: oh, phew! Atleast the firework didnt Hurt nobody!

Sunny: welp, thats good... Now, c'mon, ya little rascals, time to go to sleep now.

Lil' D, Madison, Philly Phil, Tamika, Eddie, Kim and Kam all say: "Aww!" In a upset way, then they all smirk devilishly and they all say together: "THEN YA GOTTA CATCH US!" While laughing like gremlins and they run off in various directions...

Sunny, his eyes widen and his jaw drops: what the!? Oh, heck no! Come back here ya rascals! I ain't gonna- *he then puts his hand on his forehead and sighs* damn... Those kids sometimes give me a headache.

Mila, chuckling: looks like ya gotta go after 'em now, Sunny.

Sunny: oh, I know. *He facepalms his forehead*

~The end!~

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Also, y'all can tell me yer thoughts on this another short story but even the previous "Forgetful Madison" one =^.^= even favorite scenes =^_^=

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I did some work but break time so here's some random Norwegian vocab for the monolinguals especially

note that I'll be using nonegender rather than "neuter" to describe the third grammatical gender. This is because that's the Norwegian word for it.

I'll also be using Norwegian bokmål, not nynorsk.

en (masc) / ei (fem) / et (nonegender) = a/an

hun (fem) / han (masc) / hen (third pronoun) = she/he/they

hunkjønn / hankjønn / interkjønn = female / male / (intersex/intergender)

kjønn = sex / gender (one word)

ikke-binær = nonbinary

du (singular) / dere (plural) = you

en informasjonskapsel / informasjonskapselen / informasjonskapsler. (masculine) = a cookie/ the cookie/cookies (the ones that websites have). (literally means information + capsules)

vann (nonegender) = water.

oransje = orange (the color)

appelsin = orange (the fruit)

vindu = window

gjenbruk = reuse / reusing

gjenvinning = recycling

resirkulering = recycling

å være / er = to be / (is/am/are)

å ha / har = to have / (has/have)

å forbause = stuns (metaphorically)

forbauset = stunned

Ondskapsfull = evil (literally evil-suffix-suffix)

ondskap = evilness

ond = evil

vond (masc/fem) / vondt (none) = hurting (adjective)

forkastelig = reprehensible

å forkaste = discard

å kaste = to throw

latter = laughter

å le / ler / ler / ledde / skal le / har ledd = to laugh / is laughing / laughs / laughed / will laugh / have laughed

dongeribukse (masc) = denim jeans

bukse (masc) = pants (us English) / trousers (uk english)

tragikomisk = tragicomic

fornøyd = satisfied

å nøye seg med (...) = to make do with (...)

årsak = cause/reason

klassekamp = class struggle (as in the communist thing)

musiker (masc) = musician

sanger (masc) / sangerinne (fem) = singer

øye (none) = eye

øy = island

island = Iceland

viskelær = eraser

å hviske = to whisper

lær = leather (matte* like a different type, idk google it)

skinn = leather (shiny)

blyant = pencil

bly = lead

krig = war

folkemord = genocide

væske (masc) = liquid/fluid

veske (masc) = purse (but can be used about anything from a backpack to a handbag)

menneske (none) = human

eske (masc) = box

mann / menn (masc) = man / men

man = one/you* (fourth person pronoun, people in general, "one can never be too sure", equivalent to french "on")

maleri (masc) = painting

å male = to paint / to purr (cats)

å gjø = barking (dogs)

å gjøre = to do

å begå selvmord = to commit suicide

mental helse (masc) = mental health

dissosiasjon (masc( = dissociation / disassociation

psykisk lidelse (masc) = mental disorder (mental suffering)

å lide = to suffer

å leve = to live

å fundere (på) = to ponder

å etablere = to establish

grunnleggende = fundamental / basic

kritisk = critical

gitar (masc) = guitar

piano (none) = piano

tastatur (none) = keyboard (computer)

keyboard (none) = keyboard (piano)

litteratur (masc) = literature

veiledning (masc) = guidance

instruksjon (masc) = instruction

blåmerke (none) = bruise

kanel (masc) = cinnamon

vitenskap (masc) = science

vannflaske (masc) = water bottle

flake (masc) = bottle

termos (masc) = thermos

kakao (masc) = hot chocolate

te (masc) = tea

sol (masc/fem) = sun

chips = crisps (British) / chips (American)

dag (masc) = day

forlag (none) = publisher

sitron (masc) = lemon

å lære = to learn / to teach. (you use subject and object forms to indicate which, the default (e.g. when there are just names) is (1st) subject teaches (2nd) object)

læren (om..) (masc) = the study (of..)

lærer (masc) (/lærerinne (optional fem variation)) = teacher

bok (masc) = book

bokstav (masc) = letter (like c, not the thing you send)

å stave = to spell

brev (none) = letter (the thing you send)

matematikk / matte = mathematics / math(s). (yes we add a second t for the short version, it's confusing)

hund (masc) = dog

katt (masc) = cat

hvordan = how

å skje / skjer = happens

og = and

med = with

some examples sentences:

han resirkulerte boken = he recycled the book

du stavet "matematikk" = you spelled "mathematics"

Musikeren lærer seg* å fundere på hvordan folkemord skjer = musikeren learns to ponder how genocide happens

*lærer seg -> reflective verb now.

informasjonskapsler er forkastelige = cookies are reprehensible

Torgeir begår selvmord = Torgeir commits suicide

Latter er årsaken til selvmordet = laughter is the reason for the suicide

boksen er oransje = the box is orange

Du er ond = you are evil

Hen gjenvinner = they recycle. (singular they)

Vitenskapen forbauser sangeren = science astonoshes the singer

Menneskene i Island er fornøyd med litteraturen = the humans in Iceland are satisfied with the literature

chips og te er vondt i øyet = chips and tea hurt to have in the eye

[lucithefer]

Language: Danish :D

Hello - Hej

Bye - Farvel

Thank you - Tak

Please - Be om/Vil du være så venlig at... (NOTE: we don't actually have a word for please; the first is in the context of asking for something politely and the second in the context of asking someone to do something politely, but in any other contexts you will generally just phrase the whole sentence politely instead - these are also considered quite formal, at least here in the north)

Sorry - Undskyld

What is your name? - Hvad hedder du?

My name is... - Jeg hedder...

How old are you? - Hvor gammel er du?

I am ... years old - Jeg er ... år gammel

Help me - Hjælp mig

I want... - Jeg har lyst til...

I need... - Jeg har brug for...

I like... - Jeg kan godt lide...

How are you? - Hvordan går det?

I am good/bad/neutral - Jeg har det godt/skidt/okay

Where are you from? - Hvor kommer du fra?

I am from Russia - Jeg kommer fra Rusland

I speak russian and english - Jeg taler russisk og engelsk

Where is... - Hvor er...

I am lost - Jeg er faret vild

Mister/Miss <- as in a way how to refer to people in your country - Hr/Frøken ("Fru" for married women) (these are considered VERY formal to the point of almost being antequated, I don't think I've ever referred to someone by title and last name)

1 - En/et

2 - To

3 - Tre

4 - Fire

5 - Fem

6 - Seks

7 - Syv

8 - Otte

9 - Ni

10 - Ti

11 - Elleve

12 - Tolv

red - Rød

orange - Orange

yellow - Gul

green - Grøn

blue - Blå

purple - Lilla

pink - Lyserød

black - Sort

white - Hvid

gray - Grå

brown - Brun

cat - Kat

dog - Hund

bird - Fugl

fish - Fisk

bunny - Kanin

snail - Snegl

parrot - Papegøje

hotel - Hotel

house - Hus

park - Park

grocery store - Dagligvarebutik

museum - Museum

theatre - Teater

train station - Togstation

bus stop - Busstation

airport - Lufthavn

tea - Te/The (technically correct spelling is "te" but the informal spelling "the" is very widespread)

juice - Juice/Saft

water - Vand

hot chocolate - Varm kakao

cocoa - Kakao

sugar - Sukker

passport - Pas

luggage - Baggage

wallet - Pung

phone - Telefon/Mobil

bag - Taske/Pose

waiter - Tjener

doctor - Læge

policeman - Politibetjent

mom - Mor

dad - Far

brother - Bror

sister - Søster

grandma - Farmor/Mormor/Bedstemor/Bedste (paternal/maternal/general/alternative general)

grandpa - Farfar/Morfar/Bedstefar (paternal/maternal/general)

man - Mand

woman - Kvinde

girl - Pige

boy - Dreng

Hey guys!

I have a request for my international friends that I hope some of you can help with🙏

I am currently working with kids aged 6-12 at a Montessori system school, and I recently had an idea for a new material for our language zone: a collection of small books for different languages in the world, so kids can look at them and maybe take interest in learning any of them!

I want those books to include basic words and phrases that you might need when visiting the country, numbers, colours, all that stuff.

And that's where I need help! I can, obviously, use google translator and I probably will for some languages, but it would be so nice to have actual native speakers input on how they would say this stuff in their language! So after Read More there will be a list of everything I want to include, and if any of you feel like doing it, I would love if you translated it all into your languages :)

Any language works! Other than russian and english because they already speak those

Language:

Hello -

Bye -

Thank you -

Please -

Sorry -

What is your name? -

My name is... -

How old are you? -

I am ... years old -

Help me -

I want... -

I need... -

I like... -

How are you? -

I am good/bad/neutral -

Where are you from? -

I am from Russia -

I speak russian and english -

Where is... -

I am lost -

Mister/Miss <- as in a way how to refer to people in your country -

1 -

2 -

3 -

4 -

5 -

6 -

7 -

8 -

9 -

10 -

11 -

12 -

red -

orange -

yellow -

green -

blue -

purple -

pink -

black -

white -

gray -

brown -

cat -

dog -

bird -

fish -

bunny -

snail -

parrot -

hotel -

house -

park -

grocery store -

museum -

theatre -

train station -

bus stop -

airport -

tea -

juice -

water -

hot chocolate -

cocoa -

sugar -

passport -

luggage -

wallet -

phone -

bag -

waiter -

doctor -

policeman -

mom -

dad -

brother -

sister -

grandma -

grandpa -

man -

woman -

girl -

boy -

I will tag some people I for sure know speak a language that is not english or russian, but don't feel pressured to respond!

Tags: @mikaikaika @routeriver @moomoorare

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THEY MADE A SECOND HAPF-LIDE???????