A little something sweet for all of us while we wait for the big reveal. xo
When you woke up, the other side of the bed was empty.
Your eyes peeled open in a groggy fashion, and you lifted a fist to rub at your eye as you sat up in bed and looked over at the space where your boyfriend usually is. The two of you had fallen asleep comfortably, whispering sweet nothings to each other as your arms wrapped themselves around his broad frame and your nose nuzzled against the back of his neck. You had been absolutely exhausted since the day before, which is probably why you didn’t wake up when he stirred.
Once you woke up enough to think coherently, you immediately knew where he was.
You slipped on your bedrobe and pattered out into the living room, your hair in a messy bun and eyes still puffy from sleep. You were still a bit tired, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep without your boyfriend and you wanted to make sure that he was okay.
Well you never have to worry about that again, Miss Swan. I will always save you.
SWITCH to a LONG SHOT with Emma and Regina staring at each other. And FINALLY in a moment of despair both women embrace into a hug as a beam of light takes over and
EXT. NEW YORK. DAY.
FADE into the streets of New York. CLOSE UP to a young man running down the streets, through some stairs as he enters a church. Henry in a FUCKING HURRY. And we SWITCH through a couple of scenes until he finds a white door. And we find Emma in a bride’s dress.
Did you find them kid?
Oh good! I can’t believe we left the rings at home.
There is a knock on the door and David walks in with a radiant smile on his face as he sees his daughter.
Oh Emma… You look beautiful.
She’s with Regina.
Is she ready?
They are. Everyone is waiting.
CUT to Regina standing in front of a mirror, as she admires her long white dress.
You’ve never looked more beautiful than today.
Thank you. For everything.
SWITCH to David and Emma beginning to walk through a hallway, SWITCH to Regina and Mary Margaret also walking through a hallway. Both woman walking. wearing beautiful white bride dresses. CUT to everyone waiting at the altar. CLOSE UP to some of our favorite characters, THEN we CLOSE UP to Robin and Hook dressed in tuxedos. The doors open and Emma walks in first with David by her side as he is walking her down the aisle, as her and Hook exchange looks and a small smile. SWITCH to Regina walking in with Henry next and also exchange looks with Robin. It’s obvious it looks like a double when SUDDENLY Robin and Hook step aside AND Regina and Emma turn to face each other knowing they finally found their happy ending. And slowly the image transitions into a drawing and we realize we are looking at a picture. In Henrys book.
A man sits next to a young girl (8-10 years of age) and we realize this is Henry reading to what will possibly be his daughter.
“‘I do’ said the savior and the evil queen. And so what started as a battle between good and evil turned into the most unique tale of all fairy tales. The story of how the savior and the evil queen fell in love. And they lived happily ever after.”
Again daddy, again.
Again? Oh no, it’s time for you to go to bed my little princess.
How about we visit your grandmother’s tomorrow and they can tell you how it all happened?
Henry smiles and turns the light off. SWITCH to the young girl who is sitting in her bed, still staring at the drawing of Emma and Regina as she finds something oddly familiar. CLOSE UP to a picture of Emma and Regina and she smiles and its clear she realizes who the evil queen and the savior are. She closes the book and settles it next to her bed. CLOSE UP to the tittle “Once Upon a Time” as a beam of light shadows the tittle.
okay but magnus and alec curled up in bed, not quite touching except for their intertwined hands, and they’re bickering about some song on the radio and how while alec hates it, magnus doesn’t mind it and alec laughs and blurts out, “well, when we get married, we’re NOT playing that song at our wedding.” and both of them freeze and alec flushes and looks at magnus with wide eyes and magnus just stares back for a few moments but then a gorgeous smile takes over his face and he looks as radiant as the sun with messy hair and a makeup free face and he brings their intertwined hands up to his lips so he can kiss the back of alec’s hand. “but we need to have flowers. lots and lots of flowers.” he replies and alec is stunned but a grin is slowly settling on his face. “and it would have to be outdoors, maybe on a beach,” magnus continues and snuggles into alec, slinging an arm over his chest and a leg over his torso. “and maybe I could enchant some orbs of light to float around to give it an even more magical feel. and a HUGE wedding cake.” magnus raises his arm to emphasize his point and alec chuckles at the excitement and love in his eyes. “ i like the beach.” alec says contently, brushing a strand of hair out of magnus’ eyes and magnus bites his lip as he beams at him. “i’ve heard that marriage is a wonderful institution.” he responds and alec kisses him sweetly, his hands moving to caress magnus’ face, the idea of a happy future and life buzzing in both mens’ brains as they laugh into each other’s mouths.
The Winning Cheritz Valentine’s Hashtag Event Korean Quotes Translations
You asked for it, and you got it nonny~
I am currently packing for my business trip thing to Japan? Ugh, I hate life right now lol…
But I will gladly translate at least thing before my brief leave? I might have a post or two ready before my leave and schedule a post but we will see haha.
The quotes were the winners from the Cheritz Valentine’s Hashtag event for Mystic Messenger! Each character had two quotes, and so here I am to translate them for you!
I will go in the order that Cheritz uploaded the picture ^^
Fun fact, Yoosung’s are my favorite!!! And 707′s are soooo long omg.
☆ 1억 2천 전부 초콜릿이야. Translation: 120 million won(Korean currency) is all chocolate.
☆ 초코릿은 돈으로 살 수있는데, 당신 마음은 어떻게 얻을 수 있는건지 궁금하군.
Translation: You can buy chocolate with money, but I wonder how I can win/get your feelings/heart/etc.
☆ 조금 진부하지만…초콜릿 받을래, 자기야? 너와 함께있는 지금 이 순간이, 내가 느끼는만큼 네게도 달콤하기를.
Translation: It is a little corny but…will you accept my chocolate, MC(jagiya/honey)? Being together with you here and now, I hope you can feel the same sweetness I do.
☆ 자기한테 달콤함을 선물하고싶어. 물론, 세상에 우리 자기보다 달콤한건 없겠지만…그래도 내 초콜릿 받아줄래? Translation: I want to gift you sweetness. Of course, there is no one sweeter than you in this world but…will you still accept my chocolate?
☆ 달콤한 별을 모아 태양에 녹이고 차가운 수성에 넣어 꽁꽁 얼린 다음 반짝반짝 금가루를 뿌린 뒤 달토끼의 틀로 예쁘게 조각해서 이렇게 지구로 가져왔어요. 이제 내 우주가 먹기만 한다면 완성인데, 어때요? 받아주지 않을래요? Translation: I gathered sweet stars and then melted them in the sun, put them in the cold water to freeze them, and then after sprinkling gold power, I frame them with the moon to pretty pieces, then brought them to Earth. Now if only my space/universe would eat them it would complete, how about it? Won’t you accept it? NOTE: THIS WAS FUCKING HARD TO TRANSLATE LOL.
☆ 님님, 초코릿 선물 받았어요? 님을 위해 내가 집적 구한 카카오열매로 만들었어요. 달콤하지만 쌉싸름하게 녹아드는 초코릿으로 어때요? 맛있어요? 내년에도…내후년에도…앞으로 계속 만들어줄게요. 사랑해요 당신…
Translation: MC MC (님님), did you get chocolates as a present? I made chocolates for you with kakao fruit I personally got myself. How do you like bittersweet chocolate that melts in your mouth? Is it delicious? Next year…the year after that…from now on, I will always make it for you. I love you…
☆ …이거 초콜릿 저 주는거에요? 발렌타인데이라고? ….(입가리고) 미치겠다. 저 지금 그 쪽 키…는 무리일거 같다. 뽀뽀하고 싶은 거 알아요?
Translation: …Are you giving these chocolates to me? For Valentine’s Day? …(covers mouth) I’m going crazy. Can I kiss yo…is a bit too much. Do you know what it’s like to want to kiss someone?
☆ 이건 당신을 향한 내 마음이에요. 마치 초콜릿처럼 달콤한 당신의 입술을…콜럭! …죄송해요, 젠형이 이렇게만 하라면서 알려준 멘트인데 도저히 못 하겠어요ㅜㅜ
Translation: This is my feelings that desire you. Your lips as sweet as chocolate…COUGH! …sorry, Zen hyung said to do it like this but I really can’t do it T-T
☆ 늘 망설였지만 오늘만은 조금 욕심을 부려보고 싶어요. 저만의 발렌타인이 되어주시지 않겠어요?
Translation: I was always hesitant but today I want to be a little greedy. Will you be my Valentine?
☆ 담당자님! 이거 보세요, 젠 씨가 이번에 광고 촬영했던 초콜릿이에요! 세상에…무려 황홀한 얼굴 사진도 있는걸요!! 좋은 건 좋은 사람과 나누라는 말이 있잖아요? 함께 먹어요!
Translation: MC (담당자 - person in charge)! Look at this, it’s the chocolate from the commercial Zen was on! Oh my god…there is even a photo of his radiant face!! They say that you share good things with good people. Let’s eat it together!
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Connor and Evan are hanging out with weed and beer and Evan is a lightweight and a very talkative drunk. (Gay)
TW: smoking, weed, alcohol, mentions of depression, anxiety
“I want to get high. Or drunk. Or both” Evan stated bluntly. Him and his friend, Connor were sitting in Connor’s bed, watching tv.
“You know how life fucking sucks? Like really fucking sucks with school and anxiety and depression and all that, well it’s being shittier than usual right now and you use weed or alcohol to take the edge off when life is being a bitch, and life is being a bitch so I want something to repress it for a couple hours. It’s ok if you don’t want to give me anything because they’re yours and not mine but I was just wondering and you know what, you don’t have to give me anything, it’s fine I’ll live without it. Sorry for even asking.”
“No dude it’s fine. I got you.” He said as he got up from his spot on his bed. He crossed the room to his closet and shuffled through some clothes and boxes until he found what he needed. He pulled a joint, a black lighter, and two bottles of beer. He lit the joint and handed it to Evan along with one of the beers. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.” Evan grabbed it gingerly and brought it to his mouth. He breathed in and started coughing immediately.
“That’s normal, you’ll cough for the first couple hits. Then you’ll hopefully get used to it. ”
“Ok.” Silence. “I feel edgy like I’m doing bad things without my mom’s knowledge. Do you always feel like a rebel ‘cause this is cool. We should go rob a bank or steal an old lady’s purse. Something like that!” Evan exclaimed.
“I think someone’s getting too edgy, do I need to take that away from you?”
“No, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You didn’t do anything, if fine!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! I’m 147% sure. Now can you pass the joint?” Evan handed over silently. The two boys sat and drank and smoked and just talked and laughed until everything was gone. Evan was wasted after the one beer and half a joint because he is such lightweight, while Connor was barely tipsy. Evan was giggling in Connor’s bed over how funny the wall looked. 'Damn he looks cute,’ Connor thought.
“Hey Ev, I’m going to the bathroom I’ll be right back. Don’t leave this room, ok?” Evan, who was now laughing uncontrollably, managed to say an ok through his hysteria.
Connor was only gone for two minutes, at the most, but when he came back Evan was sitting on the bed, a different person, as he was yelling at the taller boy.
“AH! Who are you? Get out of my room!” He pointed
“Ev, I’m Connor, and this is my room.” He said slowly crossing over to Evan, trying to assure him that he was ok, but also getting kind of annoyed because this could potentially be a big problem.
“This isn’t your room you’re a liar!”
“What the fuck Evan, it’s Connor. I was gone for two minutes how’d you forget?” Connor was now standing at the edge of the bed next to Evan, who was sitting as far back from Connor as he could.
“You’re not Connor you imposter! But woah. You sorta look like him.” Evan crawled up to the edge of the bed and cradled his hands around the other boy’s face, feeling the features.
“What are you doing?”
“Because you look like my friend Connor.”
“Oh do I now?” Connor asked, now playing along with Evan’s drunken state.
“Ya, but you’re not as cute as him.”
Connor blushed, “he’s not that cute.”
“Oh but he is! His hair is long and beautiful and so soft, I could run my hands through it all day. And when he has it up in a bun it’s gorgeous and it makes his face look even better, and his face, oh his face. He doesn’t smile much, but when he does, there crinkles around his mouth that make his smile ten million times more beautiful. He also has the most amazing eyes. The most beautiful things in the world. I could stare into them for hours but I can’t because he’ll think I’m weird. But they’re a pale blue, kinda like the color of faded jeans or the sky, and the right one has a spot of brown in the corner. I don’t think he likes it because whenever it’s brought up he gets a little mad, like he never wanted because it makes him the 'kid with the weird eye’, but I think it makes him different and unique and beautiful.”
“What else do you like about him?” Conner egged Evan’s drunken rambling on to see what else he’d say about him.
“Connor Murphy is nice, and he’s getting better and further away from mean secluded Connor, but nobody cares to see that in him, but they still think of him as old Connor and that makes me mad. I just want Connor to be happy because of all the shit he’s been through, he deserves it. And Connor is also really funny too! His jokes make me laughs hard, that one time milk shot out of my nose. It really hurt, but it was a really good joke. I think it was about Jared. He’s so amazing and he deserves all the love in the world and I love him so much, since the day I met him I felt something for him, but he’ll never reciprocate my affections because he’s probably straight, and even if he liked boys there are better ones than me, so it’s pointless but I can’t let go of it. Just don’t tell him that I said all this because he might get mad and not want to hang out with me anymore or be my best friend and I don’t want that so I’m just going to keep quiet.”
Connor was flabbergasted. Evan, his crush since forever, his unrequited love, just drunkenly admitted his feelings about him. Connor was blushing so hard, he probably looked like a tomato. “You really do like him huh?”
“More than anything.”
Connor blushed harder than ever, and was probably brighter than a tomato. “Wow. I think he likes you too.”
“Really! You think?! No way, you’re lying.”
“He told me.”
“Holy shit.” Evan’s face glowing with his beautiful, radiant, signature Evan Hansen smile. He couldn’t believe it. “Hey, I’m tired, I’m gonna go to bed.” Evan laid down on the bed and instantly feel asleep.
“Holy fuck.” Connor muttered to himself. Evan talks a lot while drunk, but damn, he just admitted his love for Connor freaking Murphy of all people. He looked over at the boy in his bed, his eyes closed and he looked peaceful and adorable. He just wanted to hold him and protect him. Connor put a blanket over Evan’s body and crawled into the spot next to him, but leaving space between them, and fell asleep, smiling.
The next morning, Evan awoke with a pounding headache, reeking of weed, and no recollection of anything after he started drinking and smoking. It took him a minute to realize where he was, in Connor’s room, in Connor’s bed, with his arms around Connor. Shit. Did they sleep together? No, they both still had on their clothes. But Evan was holding a sleeping Connor in his arms. What is he suppose to do, take his arms away, and wake up Connor and have to explain that he had his arms around Connor, or does he stay and have to explain why he was holding the other. Evan decided that he’d do neither and pretend to fall back asleep and deal with it later. He was a minute deep into his plan when he sneezed and woke up the boy in his arms.
“Sorry,” Evan squeaked, unwrapping his arms from the other.
“About what, I just woke up.”
“For waking you and having my arms around you I didn’t even know I did it I woke up like that a-”
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Thank you, also, sorry to ask, what happened last night, I don’t remember anything.”
“Don’t apologize, but you don’t remember anything?”
“Nothing, the last thing I remember is taking a hit.”
“Yes! Did I do something terrible? Please tell me! From what it looks like I did something bad, please tell me I didn’t do anything bad. ”
“No, you just talked a lot.”
“Oh god, sorry if I said anything embarrassing.”
“No, you just went on and on about how beautiful I was.”
“Did I? That’s embarrassing! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I don’t like like you in a gay way because you’re not my type or anything but I’m not saying that I don’t like you, I like you but not that way.”
Connor was kind of hurt that Evan was denying everything he said. “You said you loved me last night.“
Evan started to panic, but tried his best to not show it. He couldn’t believe he did that. Evan decided he’d never get wasted again. “I didn’t mean it I swear I didn’t I was just out of it. Please don’t hate me.”
“You seemed pretty sure last night. Talking about how beautiful my eyes were and how much you loved my personality while you were holding my face. To me it seemed pretty legit.” Connor tried to see if Evan was was truthful in his drunken moments or not, hoping that Evan really did love him.
"Fuck. I’m sorry. I do really like you a lot and I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. I understand if you hate me now and want me to leave I should go r-” Connor smashed their lips together. Evan was so shocked, he forgot to kiss back.
“I love you too Ev.” Connor said after they parted.
Evan was a blushing mess, “Can we do that again?” Connor nodded and connected them again.
“Happy Birthday, Parker.” you whispered from behind Peter’s ear, causing him to turn around from his school locker to face you with a radiant smile. You rose onto your toes to leave a red-lipstick print on his cheek, soon satisfied with his giggles.
You brought the bouquet of lavish roses that were hidden from behind your back. “These are for you, birthday boy.”
Peter reached for the bouquet in your hands and brought it to his face, the heavy fragrant scent filling his nostrils.
Happy birthday @purgatory-jar!!! I started this before you told me you weren’t going to Florence, so… oops! Hope the day was great :)
“He’s so…” Castiel’s gaze slides over the sculpture as he sighs, blue eyes drinking in every curve of marble with flushed cheeks. To his left, Dean raises an amused brow, nudging his boyfriend playfully.
“Should I be jealous?”
Despite the fact that Cas snorts, it takes just a hair too long for his gaze to be torn away. Dean whistles lowly in response. “Oh man, Cas, you got it bad.”
“He’s beautiful!” Castiel shoots back, wrapping his left arm around Dean’s right. “Look at him, you can’t tell me he’s not gorgeous.”
Dean hums, critically looking the sculpture over. “…His dick’s a little small.”
“When I asked my da how ye knew which was the right woman, he told me when the time came, I’d have no doubt. And I didn’t.”
“Claire,” he said quietly. “Tomorrow I will die. This child… is all that will be left of me—ever. I ask ye, Claire—I beg you—see it safe.”
– Dragonfly in Amber
“Fergus Claudel Fraser,” [Jamie] said, slowly and clearly. One eyebrow lifted as he looked at Fergus.
Fergus himself looked transfixed. His mouth hung open, eyes wide black pools in the dim light. Then he nodded slightly, and a glow rose in his face, as though he contained a candle that had just been lit.
“Fraser,” he said to the priest. His voice was husky, and he cleared his throat. “Fergus Claudel Fraser.”
Roger knelt in front of her, and reaching out, pushed the shawl aside and smeared a broad red cross upon the downy curve of the baby’s forehead.
“You are blood of my blood,” he said softly, “and bone of my bone. I claim thee as my son before all men, from this day forever.” He looked up at Jamie, challenging. After a long moment, Jamie gave the slightest nod of acknowledgment, and stepped back, letting his hand fall from Brianna’s shoulder.
– Drums of Autumn
It wasn’t the charming scene of the two redheads giggling at each other that stuck in her mind, though; it was the firelight glowing in her son’s translucent, perfect, untouched skin—and shining silver on the webbed scars across her father’s back, black-red on the bloody gash in his arm. It was a dangerous time for men.
– The Fiery Cross
Before Brianna could answer, a knock came at the door, followed immediately by Jamie Fraser. Jem instantly ceased trying to get at the jar and instead flung himself on his grandfather with shrieks of joy.
“How is it, then,a bhailach ?” Jamie inquired amiably, neatly turning Jem upside down and holding him by the ankles. “A word, Roger Mac?”
– A Breath of Snow and Ashes
William blinked, blinked again, and his gaze shifted momentarily to John. “And who—who the bloody hell am I?” he demanded, the end of the question rising in a squeak.
John opened his mouth, but it was Jamie who answered.
“You are a stinking Papist,” he said, very precisely, “and your baptismal name is James.” The ghost of regret crossed his face and then was gone. “It was the only name I had a right to give ye,” he said quietly, eyes on his son. “I‘m sorry.”
– An Echo In The Bone
Wide, startled hazel eyes met hers, and for a second that was all she saw. His beautiful deep-set eyes, and the expression of stunned horror in them.
“Brian,” she said. “I—”
“A Dhia!” He went whiter than the harled plaster of the house below. “Ellen!”
Astonishment deprived her of speech for an instant—long enough to hear light footsteps scrambling down the hill behind her.
“Mam!” Jem called, breathless. Brian’s glance turned up, behind her, and his mouth fell open at sight of Jem. Then a look of radiant joy suffused his face.
“Willie!” he said. “A bhalaich! Mo bhalaich!” He looked back at Brianna and stretched out a trembling hand to her. “Mo ghràidh … mo chridhe …”
“Brian,” she said softly, her heart in her voice, filled with pity and love, unable to do anything but respond to the need of the soul that showed so clearly in his lovely eyes.
Okay so this is for my lovely @takeiteasyonmyheart who has been having a bad day. I’m so sorry it’s so crappy you deserve so much more my love and I really hope your day/evening will get better. This is also for all my folk who have been having a bad day. I love you guys, again please forgive the crappiness.
Nothing had worked out the way you had wanted it to today. Everything that could have gone wrong had and you were cursing your crappy karma. Killing a spider shouldn’t unleash this kind of hell should it? Grumbling you opened the door to your apartment, you needed a good night off. Maybe you still had some margarita mix left and you were positive you still had a tub of ice cream in the freezer. Sighing you toed off your shoes before making a beeline for the fridge. Let the comfort drinking begin. You were pouring yourself your third margarita when the door to your apartment opened and Shawn walked through. The radiant smile on his face as he spotted you, slowly turning into a frown as he saw the pitcher (yes pitcher) of margarita you were holding and the open tub of chocolate deliciousness slowly melting away on the coffee table. “Bad day huh?” he smiled at you “No shit, Sherlock. ” you said with a sigh as he took off his coat in the hallway before making his way towards you. He pressed a gentle kiss to your pouty lips before whispering. “Gimme a few minutes. I’ll be right back.” A smile, his plotting smile as you referred to it, on his lips as he disappeared into the bathroom. You continue to grumble, pout and sip your tasty drink, enjoying the light buzz of just-enough-to-tingle tipsiness. Shawn reappears a few minutes later dressed only in his boxers. “That’s a long time to just take off your clothes noodle boy.” you say snarkily as he beams at you. Why is he not sharing your misery? Doesn’t he understand how miserable you are right now? How dare he blind you with his goddamn perfect teeth like that? He doesn’t answer, simply picks you up and carries you through the living room ignoring your whined “my drinkkkkk…”. You hear the water running in the bathroom. Had he? As Shawn enters the bathroom, you in his arms, you see that he had set up a whole romantic bath aesthetic… A fragrant bubble bath, soft music playing in the background and so many candles he had left the lights off. The warm glow of at least twenty candles casts beautiful shadows on Shawn’s skin. He takes off his boxers before getting into the tub, he looks at you, hazel eyes expectant. “Won’t you join me?” he smiles gently. You nod as you start taking off your clothes, your footing just a tad unsure (thank you alcohol). You put your hand in his outstretched one letting him help you into the water. You settle into the warm water, the massive bathtub just big enough for the both of you. “Love, you know I adore you… but could you move just a tad to the side. You’re sitting on my balls.” “Ooops.” you giggle as you rearrange yourself. “Thank god.” he whispers. He pinches your arm when you can’t seem to stop giggling. “I happen to be very attached to my balls, thank you very much.” he defends himself halfheartedly. He loves seeing you giggle. “Technically your balls are attached to you…” You whisper teasingly. You giggle again when he nips your neck with his teeth. “Smart ass.” You sigh as he runs his hand up and down your arm; coaxing you back to soberness with soft kisses to the sensitive spot behind your ear and gentle hands on your ribs. He nuzzles his face into your neck. Kissing the juncture of your jaw lightly. You lean into his touch, a moaned whisper of his name on your lips. Your back arches as his long fingers dig into your muscles, massaging them gently. His hands slowly work their way down, kneading your skin as warmth pools in your stomach. Feeling safe and at ease in his arms you let yourself sink back against his chest. Your head rests in the crook of his shoulder, turning your face into his neck as his fingers tease the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh. You moan a quiet please, wiggling your hips to get him closer to your pussy. His fingers slowly move in circles towards your clit, taking his time, torturing you with light taps to the bundle of nerves and slowly sliding his fingers back to rest above your pubic bone. Your back arches, pushing your hips into his hand as he cups your pussy, the tip of his index slipping inside. “Shh. I’ve got you love. I’ve got you.” He whispers against your hair as his left arm wraps around your middle; effectively holding you down and making any movement impossible for you. He finally takes pity on you and sinks his index into you, slowly pumping in and out of you. A low moan tumbles from your lips as the slightly calloused finger grazes against your g-spot. A low hum vibrates through his chest as your walls tighten around his digit at the sensation. “There it is.” He murmurs against your ear before adding a second finger and rubbing them against your g-spot. Trying to raise your hips you whine as his arms stops you and tightens its grip on you further. His hand slowly comes to rest on your breast, gently taking the nipple between his fingers and pulling lightly. “Shh, love. No moving, just feel okay?” he asks you letting his lips run along the shell of your ear. You barely have time to nod before moaning as his thumb finds your clit and draws insistent circles over it. Your walls tighten around his fingers as you slowly feel pressure starting to build in your stomach. His fingers move in a come hither motion, slowly dragging against your walls. He adds a third finger, the fullness overwhelming yet just right as he pumps his fingers. As he whispers sweet words of praise into your ear you feel the telltale pressure of an orgasm building higher and higher, wrapping itself around the base of your spine. Your hips try to rise against Shawn’s arm as his thumb draws tight circles over your clit. Your head tilts back, your lips turning into a pout as you silently beg him for a kiss. He lowers his lips to yours, taking your mouth in a devastatingly gentle kiss. His fingers pinch your nipple lightly, the sharp pain making you gasp and your hand wraps around his wrist in shock. His eyes open, a lazy grin on his lips. “I do love the little sounds you make darling.” he drawls, as his thumb flicks your clit. Ohs and please escape your lips as he keeps you not the edge of an orgasm for a few minutes. A particularly whiny and drawn out Shawn however does the trick as he lets his oh so heavenly fingers do their magic. The pressure in your lower abdomen becomes unbearable as he whispers “Let go love.” Against your jaw. A low moan tumbles from your lips as you shatter in his arms. Your hips bucking as your walls flutter wildly around his fingers. It’s not a screaming orgasm, it’s gentle, coaxed out of you, it leaves you drained and sleepy. As you slowly step out of the blissed out post orgasm fog, you register Shawn’s hands drawing soft circles into your skin. “Best possible outcome when making a pitcher of margarita” you mumble as you cuddle against his side. His choked laugh wraps around your heart like a warm blanket. “What about you though?” you ask. “What about me?” he frowns down at you, his fingers continuing to trace lazy circles on your stomach. “Well that thing that’s closely linked to your precious balls?” you say. The fog in your brain clearing enough for you to tease Shawn, your favourite past time. “Do not anger the guy who just had you begging for an orgasm love. It brings bad luck.” He threatens, laughter glinting in his eyes. You grumble a smile on your lips as you let yourself sink into his arms fully enjoying the feel of him wrapped around you.
Can you do how the karasuno boys would act when the s/o was pregnant?
I saw this and thought “my time has come.” My own struggle with early pregnancy has left me a little bit behind on writing, but I figured as I transition from my first to my second trimester, this was a good way to get back into the swing of it!! Please enjoy, and thanks to Admin Alyx for the moral support ~Admin Emma
Daichi: When he finds out you’re pregnant, he’s elated as hell. He can’t even believe it–he’s going to be a father! Like, a real dad. He sort of can’t believe it and he’s so grateful you’re going on this adventure with him. He immediately takes over more than his share of the housework (especially chemical-heavy ones, like the bathroom, or smelly ones, like trash and dishes) and works hard to incorporate your new needs into your lives. He tries to go to every appointment, ask as many questions as he can, and do as much as he can. In all honesty, he’s a bit too protective, and by the end you’re probably ready for some of your independence back.
Suga: He denies it, but he was so happy when that test came up positive that he cried. He just smothers you with smooches and pulls you into the tightest hug possible. After that, he’s pretty much the perfect, doting husband. He researches pregnancy-safe recipes, makes sure you take your medication and your vitamins, reads the stressful parts of the baby books for you (stress isn’t good for you, after all) and is all in all a trooper during all the fun ups and downs and pregnancy. He tries to keep your life normal, but when you’re laying in bed with him at night and he’s rubbing your sore back or feet, he’s fantasizing about having a baby, talking about names, nursery colors, toys, parenting techniques… all of it. He’s just so happy, and he can’t wait to be a dad.
Asahi: At first he’s terrified. He has his moment of panic where every possible worst case scenario runs through his head all at the same time. He couldn’t even tell you what it was about, it came and went so fast. After his little episode, though, he’s a rock. He’s holding your hair back if you’re getting sick, making sure you’re eating even if you don’t want to eat anything, stocking up when you are overcome with second-trimester-demon-hunger, and just in general taking care of you in whatever you need. When it comes to baby prep, he adores the little clothes, and he takes over painting the nursery. Even if you would have been happy with a solid color, he goes all out and probably hand-paints a mural on the baby’s wall.
Noya: Literally vibrates with excitement. He can’t even handle it. He sweeps you straight into his arms, he can’t even believe it, because he’s going to be a dad! He’s going to be the best dad, he says, and he has all these plans and he’s so excited. Then, about 24-48 hours after the initial excitement sets in, it cools very quickly, and he suddenly goes into a full on panic. He starts to get sort of snappish with people, and it’s just so unlike him because he’s always been pretty chill about supposedly-scary things. Usually, he’s your shining light and sunshine and calming presence, but surprisingly, you have to take on that role for him. Also, don’t let him read anything about your pregnancy and what can go wrong ever. Just let him see the ultrasounds and assure him that yes, he is going to be a wonderful dad, and he’ll be fine.
Tanaka: Tanaka is straight up adorable about the whole process. He’s had his names picked out since you two got married, and he’s so excited for kids, he can practically taste it. Nine months is too damn long, damnit! He goes way overboard buying things for the baby because he doesn’t care how many onesies you have at home, this one has tiny baby cartoon sharks on it and it is ADORABLE! He cries at the ultrasounds, and of course he keeps copies of it in his wallet, because he’s just so proud?? He sees you and his baby as a gift, and even if he’s scared, he knows that you can work out whatever comes your way. You’re his family now, and family is super important to him.
Ennoshita: Surprisingly calm? He’s probably one of the only ones who just incorporates it into your lives, not a problem. He gets anxious of course–he doesn’t feel like he’s ready, but then, he also thinks he’ll never be ready anyway, so he just tries to go with the flow. He’ll follow your lead on most things, take charge where you need him to, and just in general be there. He’s a great husband, and he is super excited. He just knows that it’s going to be a long nine months if he obsesses the whole time.
Kageyama: That little pink line shows up, and Kageyama.exe stops running. He just… loses his ability to can for a while. He’s just… silent. Stares off into space for a bit, sort of forgets what words are for a second… if you try and ask him about it, he loses all volume control. Of course he thought that you would have kids “one day” but he didn’t realize that “one day” would be a real, honest-to-God, concrete day. Eventually, he just pulls you into a super tight hug and holds you for a bit, because he has a lot of conflicted emotions at the moment. He does know, though, that he couldn’t be happier, because as long as he has you, everything is going to be OK.
Hinata: Just… so extra. He can’t even, he’s just so excited. He just blinks a few times before his face breaks out into that radiant, sunshine child smile–so bright, so pure–and he sweeps you into his arms. He’s always wanted kids and has always been inclined towards family, so the fact that you’re willing to do this for him is just the best thing ever. He’s not the handiest when it comes to studying, but he does try and read as many books as he can, he goes to friends with kids, and he asks his parents for advice on the matter as well. He’s a weird mix of excited and anxious, but he wants to be there for you every step of the way.
Tsukishima: Tsukki isn’t entirely sure how to react, to be honest. He’s immediately overcome with literally the most crippling anxiety he’s ever experienced, and sadly just handles it in the worst way possible. He completely withdraws, trying to distance himself as much as he can because if he even thinks about it, he almost makes himself sick with worry. He’s a smart guy–he knows what can go wrong. It isn’t until you come to him about halfway through your pregnancy with an ultrasound and tears in your eyes, telling him that you’re having a girl, that he realizes how stupid he’s been. After that, he tries to make up for lost time as best he can. Everything seems better when he goes with you to your next prenatal visit and he listens to the heartbeat for the first time. He promptly buys a dinosaur mobile for the crib, and from then on he’s hooked.
Yamaguchi: He just can’t believe it. Like, you’re having a baby? Like, a child? A real, human child? That is in your body right now? Honestly, he gets a little ridiculous but it’s adorable, really. He has his moments, but as we’ve seen him time and again, when the chips are down he’s a pillar. He takes such good care of you, no matter your symptoms or the severity, and if you get a case of the baby-crazies, he’s there to talk you off the ledge. He has bizarre questions for your doctor, like if your baby will have his freckles or if his stupid cowlick is genetic. (Spoilers, baby has both and it’s too precious to handle)
MONSTA X SCENARIO: What kind of kissers and cuddlers they have
I can’t even believe I’m posting this reaction, I have been writing it since february! And let me know if any of you live in Tennessee, I’m going to move next month.
Shownu: Even with all his manly way, Shownu would love to make you his pillow and to look at you with a smile on his face and eventually say “you’re so cute”, but in reality he’d be the cutest. At sleep time he’d be the big spoon, but actually would (falta um verbo aqui) almost on top of you and hug you too hard without realizing it. And all this would happen away from the public looks, after all, hold your hand and kiss you on the cheek would be the most he could do.
His kisses at the first would be soft and gentle, his hands on your waist (not too low), he’d prefer pecks, but with the time he’d give deeper kisses, like when he comes home after a long tour and presses you against the hall’s wall, one of his hands on your face, while your tongue fight against each other.
Wonho: When it comes to Wonho would be really difficult to say what is the exact type of cuddle he has, because he’d be very variable, all would depend of his mood. Some days he simply would be playful and like to tickle you and then give you a hug and kiss all over your face, already in others he’d simply like to watch a drama movie with his head on your lap while you play with his hair, and other days would be more than cuddles.
He’s the one who always pull you closer and starts the kiss, would pass his hands all over your body and mess your hair while sucks and bites your lips. He’d love to give you a lot of pecks, playing with you and getting you even a little angry.
Minhyuk: He’d love cuddles way too much, to have you on his arms, feeling your presence and smell, but, unless he’s tired, Minhyuk wouldn’t be quiet for a long time, would want to touch, kiss, tickle and mess your hair. And in the end cuddles with him would be the best thing ever.
His kisses would be really cheesy, he’d like to give you several baby kisses and kisses on the cheek. He would have a radiant smile on his face (because he’s a ball of sunshine). He’d kiss you a lot and in the most random moments and then say ‘I love you’, ‘cause he really loves you and just wants to be close to you all the time.
Kihyun: I imagine him being a little shy and taking some time to get used to cuddle you, and even after years of relationship he’d be careful. Not that he doesn’t like it, but he wants to give you and have his own personal space, but in the end he’d hug you tight (in the bed or the sofa) and watch you while passing his hand through your hair and face.
When we talk about kissing, I can see him talking more than doing it. Like, he’d be really nervous to start a kiss and would be shy about it too, and things would happen in a slowly away, until Kihyun get used to it. And when this boy gets used… Get ready because almost every kiss will be intense and passionate.
Hyungwon: You all know… nap cuddles! Hyungwon looks like the type who wouldn’t like to cuddle all the time, he has his own space and wants to keep that almost always, but when you two go to bed he’d see you as his teddy bear and keep you close. He’d be this guy who would show affection not with skinship, but with actions, like trying to cook breakfast for you or put an umbrella on your bag (cause he knows that you would forget it).
About kisses, he loves it. His kisses are really gentle and soft because every single kiss is special to him and he wants to show you his feelings through it. Passionate and intense kisses would happen after a long time without seeing each other or after a world tour and I feel like he’d need to feel you, your body.
Jooheon: This guy wouldn’t care if you are at home, at your parent’s house or even in a restaurant, he just wants to cuddle with you the most he can, because every time you two have to be apart from more than one day he’d miss you so much that he will compensates you all at once. He’d love to back hug and squeeze you, would keep looking at you all the time and then give you a lot of kisses. Big spoon or small spoon? It doesn’t matter for him if you are there.
And talking about kisses, Jooheon would be a tease. Would bite your lips really hard a looot - cause he loves the face you do after that and how you try to do the same -, he wouldn’t want to be in command all the time, so kisses between you two would be leading in differents ways and in that way relationship never get boring.
I.M: I just think that cuddles with I.M are just a mix of two things, fun intense and funny. Like, it’d be a really sentimental moment when he suddenly tells you a joke or something disgusting, but, as strange as it is, it turns out to be a way that you two get even closer and intimate, this is the real Changkyun.
He’d want to watch a movie with you (a horror movie) and cuddle during all the time, cause he loves to feel his skin with your and have you so close. Sometimes he’d be shy too, the first few times he’d ask about everything, but this time thing gets better.
Changkyun looks like the type of guy who would put both hands on your face and pull you closer and then give you sweet kisses, with his heart on his eyes, because he loves you so much. After all he’d like to touch your face, hair and neck while kisses you passionately, what happens at last once in a day, he just loves to kiss you almost all the time.
Imagine Harry in St. Mungo’s, old and dying, lying on his deathbed. He feels sad and elated at the same time. He’ll leave his Ginny on her own. He won’t see Ron and Hermione, bickering even in their old age. He won’t see his first great grandchild. But then, he feels warm and fuzzy too. Happy. He’ll see his mum and dad, and Sirius, and Remus…
He chuckled softly, but in his aged state, is immediately racked with hacking coughs. He feels a pressure on his right hand and gently turns his head to face Ginny. His wife. His sun, so radiant, so warm, so beautiful, even as an old lady. He brings her hand to his lips, kissing it softly before dropping it back to his side. He starts to fade in and out of subconsciousness, and he smiles, a single tear rolling down his left cheek. He gives one last shuddering breath before saying
“I’ll see you soon”
He suddenly stands before Godric’s Hollow. He looks down at his hands, young and smoother. He looks up, takes a deep breath, and swings the fence gate open, contentedly walking the stone pathway to the house. He hears a door open and he sees them. His mum, his dad. Sirius and Remus. All in their 21 year old glory, smiling at him from the doorway of Godric’s Hollow. Harry then grins, so wide, so happy. Sirius clears his throat.
“Come on in then. We’re having treacle tart.” he says, beckoning Harry to the inside of the house.
Harry tilts his head back, laughing. He faces them and says, that finally, finally
Hey y’all, just getting around to do some requests. So it’s first come first served kinda deal here. So here is the first one, I hope whom ever requested it… likes it. Thanks for requesting by the way, you’re a star.
Request- Hey, can I get a scenario where Jungkook is like the quiet and shy kid at school, but when tough reader arrives at school for the first time, he gets a crush on her and discovers the only way to get her is to turn into a bad boy? Angsty and fluffy?
Okay so there is violence, strong language, so if that’s not your cup of tae… stay clear of this.
Jeon Jungkook was your average school student. He kept up with school work, was quite and never got in trouble at school, he was into sports, everyone loved him. He never put a toe out of line. Jungkook had six close friends and that was it. Like he talked to other people but he was shy, so talking to people he didn’t was a big no-no. Girls in his school often confessed to him, but he was never interested in any one. That was until you walked past him on the first day of term.
He didn’t know who you where, but he wanted to know. He needed to know. You were unlike anyone he has met. You hand piercings all up your ear, Your hair was blue with a light purple flowing through it [Sorry, that’s what I want to do to my hair. -Admin Abe], you were beautiful to him. He couldn’t take his eyes off your radiant face and gorgeous curves. You walked through the hall like no-one else was there.
“Hyung, who is that girl?” Jungkook asked Jimin, his friend, who was sitting next him.
“That’s Y/N, she’s the new girl. She’s in our English class. Why?” Jimin leaned into Jungkook, who’s eyes never left your body, as you strode down the hall, your hips swaying from side to side. Everyone was looking at you, but you didn’t care, nor did you even notice them.
“I have to know her.” Jungkook stated, finally looking at his group of friends.
For the next couple of weeks Jungkook decided to observe you. What you did, what you liked, who became your friends. He heard a lot of rumor’s about you, but he didn’t care. You were tough. You stood up for yourself and for the people who couldn’t stand up for themselves.
Jungkook remembers being in the cafeteria, when a boy from the rugby team started to punch and kick a younger, a lot less stronger boy. You strode up to both of them with a expressionless face. The boy punching the younger boy looked up at you.
“Run along little girl.” He said, you scoffed.
“Little girl, who me? Do you feel like a big man, that you can pick on someone younger? What makes you feel so good about yourself when you do this. Oh-” You chuckle.”-It’s cause you have a small package right? So you do this to feel big, like you have a big dick. Ahh, I see well, this still isn’t going to make your preform well in the bedroom. So why don’t you do me a favour and fuck off.” You smiled sweetly, the big boy ran off kicking a table out of the way. You helped the younger boy, picking up his books for him. He bowed at you and thanked you. The whole school was stunned. Jungkook was amazed. No one was able to stand up to him and you did it with just words.
Every boy in school wanted to be with you and every girl wanted to be you. Well not the pink bitchy fluffy girls, who bullied girls. But they didn’t dare try when you were around. You were respected and feared all at the same time. But you didn’t give a shit either way.
Your parents were believers of doing what you wanted. Dress how you want, be the person you want to, because at the end of the day life is short, so why pretend to be someone your not. What was the point in doing that… There’s not. So you dyed your hair the way you wanted, and be the person you wanted.
Jungkook when walking to practice, would see you behind the gym smoking with your friends. The way your inhaled and exhaled the smoke, was arousing to Jungkook. He just wanted you. He didn’t want all those other boys looking at you, without knowing that your his. So how does he get you, with your I-don’t-give-a-fuck-attitude? Well he goes to the one person he knows every well with that attitude. Min Yoongi.
“Hyung, I need your help!” Jungkook rushed into the room with his six friends.
“Yes.” Five of them all said at once. They all looked at each other.
“No, I need Yoongi-hyung.” The only one who didn’t say yes. He groaned.
“What do you want Kook? I’m in the middle of something.” He was laying on the couch, with a neck pillow behind his head.
“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked.
“He’s ignoring Amber.” Jimin intervenes, Yoongi giving him a death stare.
“She’s friends with Y/N?” Jungkook remembers seeing her with you a couple of times.
“Yeah, so.” Yoongi closes his eyes again. Jungkook kneels at his head.
“I want to ask, Y/N out on a date. but I don’t know how.” Jungkook whispers. Yoongi erupts in laughter, making everyone look at the both of them.
“Yah, Kook no offence, but your a little to shy for her, no? Have you even talked to her. Like she’s really nice and all but, she looks for adventure and fun. And have your ever broke your curfew?” Yoongi chuckles.
“Hyung, please help me get her. I have never liked a girl before and she’s just amazing.” Jungkook admits looking down at his knees.
“I’ll help, but your going to have to toughen up kid. She gonna want some one to stand up for what they believe and her.” Yoongi looks at Jungkook, with a gummy smile. Jungkook jumps on him. “Get off, you heavy git!” Yoongi shouts, all the boys laugh.
“I love you hyung!”
Operation turn Jungkook into a bad ass phase one-
So in this phase one, Jungkook under went some changes. For example his clothes, Yoongi said it was time for his ‘mommy’ to stop picking his clothes, so yeah that happened. So the all the boys where in on this operation, to get Jungkook the girl.
“Okay judging by Y/N style, it’s safe to say she likes black and ripped jeans.” Jimin starts to pull out different clothes from the racks.
“Jungkook try these on!” Taehyung shoves a pile of clothes at Jungkook, pushing him into the dressing room. Jungkook does as he is told, and tries the clothes on. They were back skinny ripped jeans, a plain black t-shirt, a leather jacket and a choker. He walked out of the dressing room, all the boys turned and started at him. It was silence for a bit, til Namjoon spoke up.
“You’re a totally pantie dropper, Kookie!” All the boys cheered, making Jungkook go red.
“Kook, there is a party on Friday. Y/N will be there without a doubt. So you in, or not?” Yoongi raises his eyebrows at the younger boy.
“Hell yeah!” Jungkook chants making the other boys erupt in laughter.
Yoongi and the boys set Jungkook with a new style, and give him pointers on how to act a little less socially awkward, as you were fun and outgoing. Yoongi bascially told him to grow a pair of balls and actually talk to you. Yoongi had explained how you like to just be who you are and that you were actually really nice, just sassy as fuck.
It was Wednesday and Jungkook was sporting his new look, ripped jeans and a plain black t-shirt. It was simple but sexy. He knew that cause Hoseok told him so… He walked into English class late, Jungkook had never been late before. He walked to the back where you were sitting and sat beside you. Everyone stared at him, even you. Once the teacher started teaching, everyone turned around. You leaned into Jungkook, your lips inches from his ear. He could feel your breath on his ear.
“Why are you sitting at the back? You never sit here.” You say smirking at him. He turns to you, leaning into you now, staring into your eyes and then to your lips.
“I didn’t know you noticed me.” He smirks back. But inside he was dying, he had never been so close to a girl. And right now all he wanted to do was grab your waist and kiss you all over. And you look at him, he’s over the moon.
“You’re kind of hard not to notice.” You winked and turned back to the teacher. You and Jungkook both sat at the back of the class grinning.
It was lunch that same day, Jungkook was excitedly telling all the boys about English. When a fight broke out in the cafeteria, everyone was gathering around the two kids fighting. It was that big kid from last time, Jungkook recognised that it was the younger boy from last time too.
“That bitch isn’t here to save you this time.” The big boy says, as he punches the kid again.
“Who me? Awh, I’m not a bitch am I?” You winked at the smaller kid. You walk up to the big boy, he’s much taller than you. You brag over a car and stand on it. So now your the same height. “Look douchepants, did you not get the picture last time. Pick on someone your own size.” You poke him.
“What are you gonna hit me little girl?” The pokes you back.
“Little girl?” You scoff. “Look shrek, fuck off.” All the younger kids erupt in laughter.
“You’re dead bitch!”
“What are you going to hit me? Gonna do it! I said pick on someone your own size, now I am. I dare you to.” You challenge. He boy lifts his fist to take a swing at you, you closed your eyes. But it never came. You open your eyes to see Jungkook standing over the boy, with him on the floor crying in pain. Jungkook holds his fist. Jungkook grabs your hand and drags you out of the room. He walks you down til your at a quite corner. He presses you up against the wall. This was the first time you had butterfly’s, as he stares down at you. Trapping you with his arms against the wall.
“Are you fucking crazy!” He finally speaks. He’s looking into your eyes intently.
“Why did you stop that?” You ask.
“No-one else was going to, you could have been seriously hurt you know. He’s a huge guy!” You look at his bloody hand.
“It wasn’t your fight to stop.” Jungkook cups your face.
“And what let you get hit?”
“Yeah, I can handle my own shit.” You push him away, walking away from him. Jungkook grabs your hand.
“I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Then stop, I’m not what you want.” You rip your arm from him and leave him in the empty hall way. Jungkook didn’t know what to say. He just had an urge that he had to protect you.
Jungkook waited for you after class, but you skipped not giving him a chance to talk to you. You thought Jungkook was too innocent for you.
Jungkook decided to stop trying so hard and enjoy his life. He cut classes with the boys, he actually had fun for once in his life let loose and he loved it. You had noticed him more and more, as he was coming on your scene. You didn’t like to admit it but, you always noticed him even before he started to actually live. But him in those black ripped jeans, fuckkk.
It was finally Friday, which meant party time. Jungkook put on his party get up the boys got him. He was a pantie dropper. When he walked into the party, it was packed, girls throwing themselves at him. But he only had eyes for one girl, you. It wasn’t til an hour into the part Jungkook found you. You were outside smoking with Amber, Yoongi and a few unknown faces. You were wearing a little black dress that fir your curves perfectly, black converse and a choker. If people didn’t know that you both weren’t dating, they would think it. Jungkook walked past you, gaining his attention.He walked to a quite part of the back garden. You followed.
“You look hot as fuck.” You say walking up to him. You offer him a drag from your cigarette, he happily takes it. He puts it in between his teeth, sucking in a breath and exhaling out his nose. It was such a sexy scene, his choker around his neck, as his dark eyes stared into yours.
“I think you look sexy as fuck in that dress.” You smirk at his words. He grabs your waist, pushing you up against the wall, again. One hand by your side, as one stays on your waist. His eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes, as you do the same.
“Have I brought out the bad boy in your, Jeon?” You bite your lip. Jungkook feels like his insides are burning. He smiles.
“I think you brought out me.” He leans in, pressing his lips to yours. Your hands fly to his hair, and neck pushing him closer to you. Your lips start to move against his. He pulls away biting your lip. “Let me know you.” This is his way of saying, let me in and let me love you.
“How about we get out of here, and go get to know each other.” You push your lips back to his, he smiles into the kiss.
Jungkook had gotten his girl, and he also found himself. Thanks to the bad ass bitch that you are. Girl, you slay!
A/N- I hope the anon that requested it, liked it. If you did please let me know. And everyone else who reads it too. I really loved this ask, I hope I did it justice!