but my stubbornness won as always

actual canon kanera Things™
  • their hugs are literally so perfect. they just like fit into each other its kind of ridiculous how made for each other these two are
  • they play footsies when they’re laying in bed but not in like “aw our feet are touching” its more “my feet could kick your feets ass meet me in the pit jarrus”
  • kanan always rests his hand on hera’s back if he’s standing next to her, no matter what they’re doing. it just kind of goes there, right between her shoulder blades
  • when they hold hands, they’ll squeeze back and forth, eventually making a competition of who can squeeze hardest. hera usually wins and has actually bruised kanan before because he’s just so damn stubborn and won’t admit defeat
  • they’ve been caught in the ghost’s common room when they’ve just fallen asleep talking, and kanan has an arm around her shoulders and hera is resting her head on him
  • hera runs her hand through kanan’s hair all the time, which he loves except for in the morning when he just put his hair back and now she’s messing it up again

annabathtime  asked:

Pipabeth opposite sports teams headcanon???!! What sport? Games/matches?? Practices? Eventual asking out?

Because it’s you my mind immediately went to opposing swim teams and, yeS

  • piper who has always associated water and the ocean with good memories because she and her father bond over surfing
  • she’s really stubborn about not participating in school functions for a while, especially when she knows she won’t be sticking around for long
  • even though the pools at the expensive schools her dad insists she go to are realllly tempting
  • but then one day she just goes ‘u kno what fuck everything’ and signs her name dramatically on the sign-up sheet
  • she becomes a kind of champion in her school and makes real friends her age for the first time in her life
  • piper has a love/hate relationship with the attention because she’s starved for it but also wants to fall off the radar ??
  • but it’s the first time in her life she’s been known for anything other than being tristan mclean’s daughter and it feels good
  • side note: piper probably grows her hair out at this point and getting it all to fit under the swim cap is. a struggle.
  • piper is Gay so seeing all these girls in bathing suits is like Woah
  • piper’s team’s main competition every year is a girl named annabeth chase from their rival school who is sO gOod
  • piper’s conflicted because it’s infuriating how talented this girl is but it’s also kind of hot
  • ((it’s actually REALLY hot but she’s not telling anyone THAT))
  • they end up striking up a conversation in the locker rooms at a state-wide competition junior year and hitting it off
  • they’re both like mentally hitting themselves over the head for not talking to each other sooner because they click immediately
  • locker room convos become a regular thing, and both girls start hanging out in between practices
  • despite this, annabeth is still suspicious of piper and like 80% convinced the other girl’s just trying to throw her off her game
  • sometimes piper’s in the water and she can FEEL annabeth’s eyes on her from her spot in the bleachers
  • annabeth’s supposed to be doing homework but algebra isn’t particularly enticing and piper IS
  • and again, annabeth is s u s p i c i o u s
  • and very disgruntled
  • piper shouldn’t be allowed to be this hot for fuck’s sake
  • at the end of the week there’s a mini-party as celebration and piper does a lot of flirting and annabeth does a lot of blushing
  • and piper’s been planning to ask her out for the last couple days but before she has the chance annabeth asks *her*
  • annabeth has the most nervous smile but she’s good at reading ppl and she can tell this whole shebang isn’t one-sided
  • at least she thinks it isn’t
  • of course she’s RIGHT
  • annabeth totally sneaks into piper’s school ALL THE TIME after they start dating
  • once they go to the local pool with the intent to practice but it’s just the two of them and there’s Tension
  • they decide to warm up by doing laps, which quickly turns into racing across the pool, which turns into a full-blown splash fight
  • annabeth does a half laughing-half shrieking thing every time she gets splashed that makes piper’s heart THUMP
  • when the lifeguard finally shows up they’re forced to pull apart and pretend they weren’t just trying to figure out how to thread water and kiss at the same time
  • they’re blushing blushing blushing
  • (a lifeguard should always supervise you if your swimming in a public area buddios this was just a not-very-good one who gets fired a week later, k?)
  • in conclusion, piper and annabeth are Gay and Good the enD
Life with the Winchesters. Part One.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Summary: Dean and Sam get back to the bunker and realize that you’re not in the backseat sleeping. 

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader. (Dean x Reader)

Warning: Some language

Word Count: 1067

Feedback is always welcomed, as are requests! 

Reader’s perspective:

I can’t believe it. Those idiots fucking left me. My phones in the car, I have no change for the payphone, and the gas station employee is being stubborn and won’t let me use the phone unless I buy something…asshole. I bet the guys haven’t even noticed that I’m not with them. I’m going to be here all night. You would think my boyfriend would at least check to see if I was in the back seat.. Fucking Dean, they are gonna regret this. 

Dean’s perspective:

“Sammy, Y/N! Wake up, we’re home!” I’d only been driving for the last four hours but I was ready to get into bed with Y/N and sleep for the rest of the night and all day tomorrow. This last job had really taken it’s toll on all of us. Espeically since the Vamp nest we had raided turned out to have more vamps than expected. Shit, I’m pretty sure that’s the most I’ve killed in a week. I smirked to myself as I thought about the new personal record. I pushed Sammy once more, must be exhausted too. He jumped awake and looked at me startled.

“Well, Good morning sleeping beauty.” I gave him a quick smile, which I’m sure he didn’t appreciate. Groaning he got up and walked inside the bunker.

Y/N had been extremely quiet the entire way home, quieter than usual. Normally she’s acting like a 5 year old asking where we are and if we are almost there. I’m pretty sure she just does it to get me going and most of the time it works. She’s the biggest pain in the ass, but she’s mine and I’d do anything to protect and keep her mine. She wasn’t getting up so I stepped out of the car and opened the back door so I could pick her up and carry her to bed. That’s when I noticed she wasn’t there..

“SAMMY!” All of a sudden Sam was at the door with his gun pointing in every direction, eyes wide. As soon as he saw it was just me he dropped the gun.

“What? Where’s Y/N” He said with a confused look.

“I don’t know! I thought she was in the back seat sleeping! Where the fuck is she!?” I swear to Chuck, I’m going to kill the son of a bitch and his family when I find who took her! “Son of a bitch!!

“Calm down, we’ll find her. Her GPS is on so let’s see if we can track it.” Sam brought out his laptop, and pulled up the locater. “Well, obviously this isn’t right, it says she’s here.”

I ran back out to Baby and checked the back seat, “Her damn cell phone is in the back seat.” I yelled back to Sam. “Fuck! I’m going to kill the son of a bitch when I find him. Sammy, if she’s hurt or even worse I’m going to lose it.”

My mind’s going crazy. Where could she be, we only stopped once and it was back in Tulsa.. Where the hell could she be? Think Dean think.. She was in the car when we stopped at that gas station. I remember because I could hear her soft breathing coming from the back seat, and when I looked back I remember thinking how beautiful and lucky I was to have her in my life. God, if I lose her I don’t know what I’m going to do.

“We have to go back to that gas station Sammy, that’s the last place I remember seeing her and it’s the only place we stopped on our way home.” Just as we were getting ready to leave, my cell phone rang with an unknown number.

“Hello.” I answered shortly.

“Dean, –” a voice shouted at me.

“Y/N, Where are you, what happened?” a wave a relief flooded through me and I instantly calmed down. Sammy noticed and raised his eyebrows.

“I’ve been sitting here for hours and you didn’t even notice I was gone. What the fuck is wrong with you guys!? You guys fucking left me at the gas station in Tulsa!” her angry but beautiful voice screamed at me through the phone. I pulled the phone away from my ear and smiled at Sammy once again. He could definitely hear her on the phone and this time he bowed his head and by the movements I could tell he was trying to hold his laughter in so Y/N didn’t hear. I on the other hand did no such thing.

“You think this is funny! I waited an hour for you guys to come back only to realize that you weren’t, I then begged like a homeless person for change because the asshole cashier wouldn’t let me use the god damn phone. You know I hate begging.” I started the Impala and pulled out onto the street.

“I wouldn’t say that you don’t like begging. You’ve begged me plenty of times.” I could tell by the silence on the other side of the phone that she was getting angrier by the second. I loved pushing her buttons just as much as she liked doing it to me.

“…I swear to god, Dean if you’re not here by the morning I’m going to ruin every piece of pie you every try to eat in the next three years. It’ll be my goal to ruin your happiness for pie every chance I get. I’ll tell Jodie to NEVER make you pie again. I’ll get Sam on my side, and forget about Cas helping you. Be here by morning.”

“You mean Chuck, he’s technically god.” I laughed, I couldn’t help myself it was too easy. She practically set herself up with that one.

“That’s it. No pie. You’ll regret it.” She said through her teeth.

“Please calm down babe, we are on our way now.” If I wasn’t there by morning she would for sure take every piece of pie away from me. She wouldn’t stop no matter what. I love that she is so determined and how tough she acts. “I love you, I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah, Love you too.” I let out another loud laugh when I heard the click on the other side. It was gonna be a great ride home. This woman would be the death of me but I loved her so damn much.

I turned the radio up and glanced over to Sam, “Get some sleep cause you know damn well, that she will not let it go anytime soon.” He laughed and we set off.

@spnrookies-unite (This is an original and my own story. No one is allowed to use it unless I’ve given permission.)

Making Up

Jay Park x Y/N (Reader)
Genre: Romance / Slight angst
Count: 1,770
Warnings: Swearing
Rating: PG-13
(I’m writing this for Jay since he’s my guilty pleasure & to give an example of my writing style~)

Originally posted by huckleberryb

“I ain’t doing with this with you, girl,” Jay sighed as he shut the door to your apartment. Grabbing one of the shirt that you flew at him when he crossed the threshold, he tossed it on the couch while he passed the living room.

He knew you were upset. Chase had given him an earful of shit that afternoon when he slummed into the studio, half dead from last nights partying. He told Jay all about how you called him at one in the morning, waking his ass up, nearly screaming his ear off about your ruined date night and that you were going to murder the CEO. What Jay didn’t expect was to come over to your house for you to, quite literally, toss his things out of your bedroom at him.

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I met Jaime back in 4th grade, but our friendship did not spark until the final year of middle school. We would talk on AIM everyday and we still did, nearly a decade later. Despite the inconveniences, we were too stubborn to let go of it and move onto messenger. It was as if we were holding onto the very last thread of our childhood, back when everything was simple. Even though I rarely saw him in person, he was such a huge part of my life online. It truly ached me not being able to talk to him this past week, and it hurts even more realizing I won’t be able to again. Thank you for being there for me and for being my friend these long years. I will truly never forget you. As how we always said before logging off: Arrivederci.

Liam- The Best One Ever

Request-  8 with liam

8.  “This is the last one of this toy. You have no idea how badly I need it, and you’re cute and all, but I will still fight you for it.”

A/N- Rest in peace Carrie Fisher, who showed me as a kid that girls could be heroes too. It’s so important for girls to have strong role models, and Princess Leia was that to me. This is my little tribute to her. Enjoy guys. 

“This is awful,” Liam stated as he walked through the toy section in Walmart. “How am I supposed to find a toy for my cousin when I don’t even know what she likes?”
Mason rolled his eyes. “Just pick something. She’s ten. She won’t care.”
“Fine,” Liam said, glancing over at a sparse row of toys on the wall. “What about this?”
Mason glanced up at the action figure that Liam had just snagged from the shelf, and grinned. “Princess Leia? That’s awesome.”
“I don’t know if she likes Star Wars,” Liam told him. “But she should.”
“Plus, Leia’s a good role model,” Mason offered. “I mean, how many strong women did you see in 70s movies? And in The Force Awakens? She was a general! How awesome is that?”
Liam smiled. “Great. Let’s go.”
“Woah, woah, woah,” Liam heard a voice say behind him.
He blinked and turned around, only to find you standing there, looking very upset. “Dunbar, you did not just take the last Princess Leia toy.”
“Oh, hey, Y/n,” he said, glancing down at the toy in his hand. “Looks like we did.”
You were on the lacrosse team with Liam, but you also had a little sister that adored Star Wars. Princess Leia was her idol, and when you found out Walmart had a limited edition action figure of her, you knew you had to grab it for her as a Christmas present. Liam might have liked Star Wars, but no one loved Leia as much as your sister did, and you were determined to get that toy for her.
“Liam,” you said politely. “You have no idea how badly I need that toy.”
“Well, we needed to get something for Liam’s cousin,” Mason told you. “And we thought, what better toy than Princess Leia?”
“Look,” you told them. “My little sister worships Leia. I need that toy.”
Liam sighed. Being on the lacrosse team with you, he knew how stubborn and relentless you were. It tended to make you a good player, but it had also led to a couple yellow cards, and disciplinary action always won out over skill. That was why Liam was a little uneasy to say no to you, but he also knew you loved your sister.
He had seen her cheering for you at nearly every game, and he knew you had skipped practice a few times to be able to babysit her. You were dedicated to making her happy, and that meant a lot more than giving the toy to someone he wasn’t even sure wanted it.
“Dunbar, listen to me,” you said firmly. “You’re cute and all, but I will fight you for that toy. Both of you.”
Liam held up his hands, still holding the toy, and backed away with a laugh, “I was gonna say you could have it.”
“What?” Mason asked. “Dude! Come on, we got it first!”
He shrugged. “We don’t even know if my cousin likes Star Wars. Y/n’s sister seems pretty dedicated.”
He tossed the box to you, and you caught it with a shocked expression. “Here.”
“I…thank you,” you told him, surprise evident in your voice.
He shrugged. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Dude, I owe you one,” you told him, looking down at the action figure with a bright smile on your face.
Liam smiled. “Mind if I cash that favor in now?”
You raised your eyebrows. “Sure.”
“Can you help me find a toy for my cousin?”
You grinned. “Of course. What does she like?”
“We don’t really know,” Mason admitted.
“But she’s ten,” Liam cut in. “And, um, I think I saw her wearing a Moana shirt last month? That’s a princess, right?”
“Oh, she’s definitely a princess,” you told him with a smile. “Come on, they have tons of Moana stuff here. I’m sure you can find something she’ll love.”
You darted forward and grabbed Liam’s wrist, causing him to blush. Mason looked down and shot him a thumbs up.
“You know what?” Mason asked as Liam began to follow you. “I think I’m gonna go meet Corey.”
“Wait, but you’re my ride,” Liam protested.
“Y/n, could probably take you home. Don’t you live down the road from him?” Mason asked you.
“Yeah,” you stated with a shrug. “It’s the least I could do.”
“Oh,” Liam said, shooting Mason a grateful look. “Cool.”
Mason walked away and you nodded Liam back down the aisle. “Come on. We’re gonna make your cousin’s Christmas the best one ever.”
Liam smiled as you led him through the store, and in a moment of boldness, he slipped his hand into yours. You glanced back at him like you knew exactly what he was doing, but you simply smiled and turned back around. Liam was beginning to think that this Christmas would the best one ever for him too.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have any training tips for young dogs who started to hunt? My dog is one year old Aussie and I think he is testing out limits... I have him on leash and try to body block when he fixates something but so far he is stubborn. Oh and some time ago you said you want info on how you should answer asks... I don't mind more training details so if you want go crazy with tips :)

Hey there!

If blocking doesn’t work here, I would try redirecting their attention. I have always found that if a dog is fixated on something, merely blocking it won’t disinterest them at all, they’ll just do that owl thing with their head and continue fixating.
Redirecting will vary depending on what interests your dog. The best way is to redirect them with what they are motivated by. So if they are motivated by food, redirect their attention to the fact that you have a treat! Don’t give it to them right away though. Once they notice you have a treat, hopefully their attention will shift over to you. In that moment, have them do a series of small commands, such as sit and down, and then reward them! 

Another approach is strengthening their “leave it.” “Leave it” should work for more than just things they want to eat or sniff. It should also include things they want to fixate on/look at. “Leave it” should basically mean, “that is not for you, don’t even look at it buddy!”
Strengthening their “leave it” is basically pairing part of the first bit, and “leave it.” So they are fixated on something, you tell them to leave it, and they look at you. At that point you can give them the treat. You don’t have to do the command series here because by removing their attention from what they were fixated on, you are reinforcing that “leave it” means “redirect your attention over here to me and off of whatever you were doing.”

I hope this helps/makes sense!

- Nate

my best friend used to ask why I cried so easy and I told her that I was just fragile. she said she understood and we moved on. the next time I cried, she’d ask again, and I’d cry some more because I was embarrassed I’d been crying at all. ask me why I was embarrassed. I won’t tell you. I am stubborn as all hell and couldn’t tell you if I wanted to because turns out I don’t actually know why I was embarrassed. I know that I was and I know it was silly but I was crying and crying always made me more ridiculous than I already was. my best friend asked if I loved her and don’t tell her I said so but I was lying when I told her I did. I didn’t love anything at the time and when I say anything I mean anything. there was nothing to love.

thankssun  asked:

can u tell me about myself i don't know who i am LMAO,, cap sun, scorpio moon, taurus rising

my dorder 💞💞 you have a quiet way about you - you often express yourself in quiet ways, always remaining perfectly capable of communicating disapproval without saying even a word. you have a charming manner. you can be rather matter-of-fact with new experiences, judging them as workable or not. you can be quietly productive when you’ve locked on something that’s substantial. you’re earthy and mellow. you’re thorough, always analyzing decisions through your five senses. you may be stubborn, but you won’t try to shove anything down someone’s throat. you’re very honorable, loyal, and devoted, with a keen sense of the sobriety of life, and of your duty as a part of it.

anonymous asked:

Why City? First fave player in city? What about them made them your fave?

First of all, the color. Blue has always been my favorite color anyway. Even before I really follow EPL seriously, I never like United so whenever there’s Manchester Derby, I always had rooted for City. City has always given me that vibe of a stubborn one who people kind of look down to, but they still want to show people that they do have something. City is like that little fighter who just won’t stop. And then came Silva. Then I started to really following them, checking how they’re doing and all those stuffs. Then suddenly I found myself already invested myself too much and I can’t, I don’t want to let go. What makes them my favorite? Them being a football club as a whole. I can’t really pick just one single factor. And I love the fans. City’s fans have gone through lots of ups and downs, have had fans from other teams mocling them but they’re still there. And somehow I just feel a sense of belonging. Like… I really am a part of this whole crazy little world with the players, the fans, the coaching staff and others. I just kind of find myself in them. Thank you :D

Originally posted by myblueteam

Ok first ZAYN LIKED MY POST OMG…!!! I didn’t expect he would react at all. I have no words… He is the sweetest human being ever :’)))) I’m still sober here staring at the screenshot seeing his name glowing. What an exciting night.
For those who want to read the article I mentioned, I’m posting it here. It’s only a summary of what I’ve been through in the recent years and is for people in my school to know about me. It’s originally written in Chinese by me so here’s the translated ver.

Once upon a time there was a little girl. She got a box of color pens for present at the age of 3, and from then on opened the gate of a brand new world.
She loves to draw figures, and has even done her own comics. Growing up, she found herself getting used to pin her hopes on drawing characters after finishing a book or a film because of still stuck in the vibe and emotion.
At 14, like many other normal teens, she got her own fav.
And that is where the story is supposed to start.

His name is Zayn Malik.
I never liked to admit that my behavior was “worshiping”. My own expression would be “nah I like him the same way as how y'all like the charming guy next door”. Before everything happened, people would laugh and say, “grow up baby, you still need to go back to reality after daydreaming… Like how are you going to contact someone who’s that distant from you? ”
I couldn’t even fight them tho - they’re right :)
When I listened to Lost Stars, the lines enchanted me a lot.
Please don’t see just a girl caught up in dreams and fantasies. Please see me reaching out for someone I can’t see.
“Why do I have to achieve it that soon tho.. I wouldn’t mind waiting for another few years when I become a real artist, so that I could reach out to Zayn..” I thought.

Zayn loves to see drawings.
And I like to draw him. I always say I don’t rub my emotions onto people’s face all the time when I’m into something. Drawing is my best way of expression.
I dedicated all my stubbornness, infatuations and adolescent craziness into my colors and started to depicted the look of his in my mind. The outfits on a certain concert, the hairstyle during an interview… Those are all I’d love to note down. 15 minutes per day and I have never stopped. I put my doodles on Instagram with almost no followers as if it was a way of relief.
2015 wasn’t easy for Zayn: his decision of leaving the group raised criticisms against him. To support him as one in thousands I drew even more pictures than I thought I could do. Slowly, my works got recognized in a small-range of the Zayn fandom. People DMed me encouragements, and a few of Zayn’s family members liked my drawings on IG. All of these inspired me a lot and made me itch to draw more creative things for my idol.

One day a friendly girl came to me and introduced herself. She told me she’s also a fan of Zayn and she liked my style of art. The best part is she seemed to have bunches of awesome ideas, so she successfully convinced me we would be a real cool pair of partners and might get Zayn’s attention one day.
I wasn’t positive about being noticed at first, but I’m sure that collaborating with such a fun girl would never bore me. So we started to contact each other through Whatsapp every day, even when I was on a trip to America. Anita comes from South Africa. She loves to read and write, and there is always some kind of passionate personal charm around her. If I had to pick a character to define her I would say Monkey D Luffy. And yeah we have so many interests in common - spanning over 6 hours, we chat from Disney films to the One Piece TV.
I enjoyed the whole summer discussing what to draw with her and seeing our ideas glowing…

Last August, I have got off a flight from Los Angeles and arrived home.
I checked out my Twitter and saw Zayn was online. He has just changed his icon.
I couldn’t help tweeting him - or talking to myself cos I knew he wouldn’t see me.
“Sigh when is Zayn going to see my drawings of him? I can’t wait for feedback from him.”
“Maybe my works ain’t that good…”
“Maybe he’s never going to see me… Nvm”
When I was about to get offline, these words appeared on my screen.
“Zayn followed you back!”
…That must be fake. I thought.
But then my notifications blew up. I couldn’t even see clearly what people were yelling about. When I finally caught a glimpse of the msgs, I learned that the real Zayn Malik has followed me.
I felt like my heart would explode in seconds.
… Imagine something you’ve been longing for ages finally happens.
I thanked him through dms and tried to calm down… But you know… How could I :D

Since the follow Zayn has hardly ever directly interacted with me, but it’s good enough to see that some of my drawings were collected to his Facebook album. I mean… He’s Zayn! The one I thought I never thought I could get in touch with. He now knows me as an artist, and probably knows he has fans in China.
On social media things were going smoother as well. A website has asked me for credit, and some online shops bought my pictures for making T-shirts, phone covers and mugs.

Because of being busy studying, I had no choice but pause. I went inactive on all social media and tbh it killed me bc I didn’t draw at all during those months.
When I got back, half a year has passed and things changed. I sort of found that it was impossible to go back to the days when me and Anita doing our magic and had fun drawing.
I talked to Anita, saying I don’t think it’s necessary for me to come back. People don’t need me anymore, and Zayn doesn’t.
She comforted me as usual, telling me we’re going through this together so don’t worry.
I still felt sad for a few times, but I wanna be as happy as I could be, at least it’s for her.

This July, I got a package from England.
Yeah it was from ZAYN.
I nearly passed out when Anita revealed the truth. In short, Zayn wanted to appreciate the dedicated fan artists so he prepared surprises for us. I suddenly thought of back to April or May this year some big accounts asked for my address… And then I understood. This is all kept well in secrets.
So the gift was a photo canvas and a card with Zayn’s handwriting on it. He told me that he has loved my art and I shall keep drawing.

In All of a sudden, I thought of the old me. Two years ago, I was unhappy about people’s remarks, about the theory that since not many people could achieve such things, I won’t be able to either.
What I thought was… What if I am the one?
I’m glad I was such a stubborn kid. I wasn’t even good, but I set my sights high.
I need to say thank you to the old me. Thanks for daring to turn depression into motivation instead of being knocked down.

I’ve won plenty of awards and medals since I have contributed my works to organizations, but a present like this, I would say, means even deeper since it’s about spiritual encouragement. Zayn has so many fans who has done a lot for him and he might not always remember me but it doesn’t matter. The strength he’s given me will never fade away.
So I’m currently holding a gallery called “Lya & Pop Culture” in school. During these 2 weeks you can see Zayn in different styles with different mediums by me, along with many other celebrities and animated characters I drew. You will even see my version of One Piece characters in realism!
I’m sincerely inviting all of you to come x.

We’re Sticky Sweet


Song: Toothpaste Kisses-The Maccabees

Feather soft shapes being traced across my bare back, slowly woke me from a warm, deep sleep. I laid still, not opening my eyes, but instead listening to Harry’s soft, steady breathing, hoping it would lull me back to sleep.  I snuggled back into Harry’s warm chest, happily and comfortable realizing if I wanted to I could stay here all day.  

Neither of us had work or appointments to get to and I for one was planning on spending the whole day snuggled up in his bed.  

Harry was curled up behind me, our bare legs tangled together as the heat of his skin mingled with mine. At some point in the night we ended up sharing  the same pillow, and I could feel his warm breath wafting across my neck.

I slowly opened my eyes to see the sun just starting to rise behind the slightly opened blinds.  It wasn’t going to rain today, but the sun was most likely going to stay hidden behind the dark clouds.

I rolled over, my head landing on Harry’s chest as his arm tucked securely around me, his hand continuing to swirl across my back.

“Morning, baby.” His voice was rocky and sleep laced. I placed a lazy kiss right between the butterfly’s antennae and linked my leg over his.

“Mmm, what time is it?”

His hand slid up my back, softly massaging between my shoulder blades as he kissed my forehead.  

“Early.  You can go back to sleep.  I’ve got you.”

I snuggled into his chest, yawning as I loosely wrapped an arm around his waist.

“That feels nice.” I murmured into his chest.  “Let’s just stay here all day.”

He yawned, pressing his cheek to the top of my head. “Ok.  Are you cold?”

I shook my head, mimicking his yawn. He had just gotten his air conditioner fixed and now instead of his house being a sauna, most of the time it felt like an icebox.

“If there’s one thing you’re good at, it’s keeping me warm.”

“Well I’m glad I’m good for something.” He laughed.  

I tilted my head back, scooting up in the bed a bit.  

I smiled. “You’re also good for this.”  I pressed my lips to his, sighing at how unbelievingly soft they were. He kissed me slowly and languidly, leaving me dizzy when he pulled away.  

He parted his lips, tangling his hand in my hair and deepening the kiss as I drug my fingers down his bare torso, stopping when I reached the sheets that were tangled around his waist and ran my fingers across the coarse hair below his navel.  His teeth teasingly tugged at my bottom lip before he pulled away.

“Good morning to you, too.”  He scooted down on the bed, placing sporadic kisses all over my stomach.  

I raised my arms above my head, stretching.  

“I had a dream about you last night.”

I could feel his lips tug into a smile against my skin.

“Did you?”  He lifted his head and smirked at me.  “Was it a naughty dream?”

I laughed, shrugging my shoulders.  “Maybe.  It did start out quite a bit like this.”

He slowly leaned down towards me, placing his lips just under my jaw and sucking lightly.  

“A bit like this?”

I nodded, sliding my toes up his legs under the sheets.  “Except for that we were on a pirate ship.”

He laughed through chattering teeth and sat up, running a hand through his hair.  He placed a quick kiss to my nose before untangling himself from the sheets and throwing his legs over the side of the bed.  I propped myself up on my elbow, enjoying the view of his bare backside as he started towards the bathroom.

“Wait,” I whined.  “I wasn’t done kissing you.”    

He turned around, running his hands through his hair and smirking.

“Someone’s a bit needy this morning aren’t they?”

I grinned, pulling at the blanket. “Maybe.”

He grinned, raising his eyebrow. “Good. But come kiss me in the shower cause it’s bloody freezing in here.”

I threw the blankets off myself and shuffled into the bathroom behind him.  

He turned on the water, and we stepped in a few seconds later when It was warm.  

We stood under the shower head, letting the water heat us up as we shared lazy, wet kisses.

He reached for the shampoo behind me and squeezed a generous amount into his hand before lathering it into my hair.  I tilted my head back so the soap didn’t run in my eyes, sighing as his hands skillfully massaged my scalp, making my whole body go lax.  

“So, what’s on the agenda today, peaches?”

I turned around to rinse the shampoo out of my hair.  “I don’t know.  I kinda just feel like being a lazy bum today.”

He chuckled.  “I could get on board with that.  After golfing all day yesterday I’m completely knackered.  I can’t believe I let Niall talk me into playing that many games.”

I turned back around grabbing Harry’s body wash.  “Speaking of which, when are you going to teach me how to play?”

He scoffed.  “Because that’s just what I need.  Another person beating me at golf.”

“You don’t even know if I’ll be good at it.”

“Doesn’t matter.  I’m not going to risk it”

I frowned at him as he moved in front of the shower head, lathering his hair up with leftover shampoo on his hands.

“Really? You’re not going to teach me just because you think I’ll beat you.  

He grinned down at me softly, water running down the tip of his nose as I squeezed a bit of the body wash into my palm.

“Ya, well you’re good at everything so I’m just assuming.”  

I massaged the body wash down his arms and torso paying extra attention to his hips I loved so much.  The steamed air was now perfumed with the smell of honey, vanilla, and amber.

“Not everything.  You’ll always have scrabble.”

“Ah yes,” he laughed.  “Cause there’s nothing sexier than a man with an extensive vocabulary.”

“I think it’s cute.”  I laughed, pressing my thumb in between his brows.  “you always get a cute little pucker right here when you’re concentrating really hard.  I have to say it definitely won me over.”  

“Ya know I have been told by a surprisingly large amount of women I have a very attractive pucker.

“C’mon Harry, don’t be stubborn.  It could be cute.”  I walked around him, snaking my arms around his waist and pressing myself flush against his back.  

“You could stand behind me like this.”  I ran the pads of my fingers up and down his back, and then down his arms, smiling to myself when I felt him shiver.  

“And then you could put your hands here.” I spoke quieter, wrapping my hands around his hands, which happened to be resting close to something else.

“And then you could…” Before I could say anymore he spun around stepping forward so I had no choice but to back into the shower wall.  He braced his arms on either side of me and hastily pressed his lips to mine.  He kissed me roughly as I drug my nails down his back, moaning into his mouth.  

“You’re being quite a tease this morning aren’t you?”

I smiled, pulling his lips back to mine as he grabbed my leg and hitched it around his waist.

Needless to say the water ran cold before we got out of the shower.

When we got out of the shower, Harry grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me before grabbing one for himself.  He ruffled a towel through his hair as I applied some lotion on my legs, smirking at the red lines down his back.  I grabbed my toothbrush which was sitting in a jar next to his.  A toothbrush was one of the only things I permanently kept over at his place, and it’s weird to say, but every time I saw it sitting next to his I got flutters in my stomach.  It alway got me thinking about our future.    

While I was overthinking, Harry walked over and hip bumped me, reaching for the toothpaste. I scooted over so we could share the sink.  He had a double vanity but we always shared the one.  

“I can already already tell it’s going to be a hat day.” He frowned at himself in the mirror, running a hand through his fluffy hair.

I spit into the sink, putting back my toothbrush and reaching for the floss.  “You could always let me braid it.”

He narrowed his eyes at me through the mirror.  “You’re never going to let that go are you?

“Please? Just once?”

He spit into the sink.  “Absolutely not.”

I picked up the razor sitting on the side of the sink.  “Well you could always just shave it off.”

He filled his mouth with water from the tap and turned his head, spitting it in my face.

“Harry! That’s disgusting!”

He looked pretty pleased with himself as he wiped his mouth with a hand towel.  

“So is you threatening to shave off my hair! I know you’re keen of it, cause you were pulling on it pretty hard a few minutes ago.”

He smiled cheekily, both dimples popping as he passed me the towel.

I laughed. “Well I can’t say that you’re wrong.”

I failed to grab any clothes when I came over last night, so I had no choice but to rifle through Harry’s closet for something to wear.

“And what do you think you’re doing?”

I looked over my shoulder and saw that he had changed into a white henley and black joggers.  He had an elastic  between his teeth and was raking his hands through his hair, pulling it into a bun.

“Well I might have forgotten to bring any clothes over, so unless you’d prefer me to run around naked all day…”

He smirked, coming up next to me and rummaging through his closet.  He grabbed his blue knit sweater and handed it to me.  “As much as I am keen with the all day naked thing, you’d probably be a human icicle by the end of the day.

“Thank you.” I grinned, taking it from his hands and putting it on with the leggings I wore over yesterday.  I had to roll up the sleeves a few times, but I love how his clothes enveloped me.

Downstairs Harry started a fire and we sat on the couch eating scones and jam for breakfast.  Despite the weatherman’s prediction for no rain there was a slight drizzle.  But I wasn’t going to complain because it made being wrapped up in Harry’s arms in front of a fire even cozier. I felt safe and warm with no intentions of moving.   

Between the pitter-pat of the rain against the window and Harry’s fingers carding through my hair I felt content enough to stay in this moment for the rest of my life.  When I felt Harry’s hand fall lightly against my back I knew he had fallen asleep, and I was out not too long after him.

An hour long nap later, and round two of what happened earlier in the shower it was full on pouring outside.  

Harry decided cookies went well with rain, so I threw a batch in the oven.  When they were done I brought them out with some tea and we decided to play a game of scrabble.  It started out as a harmless game, but Harry got a bit heated when he thought that I was cheating.

“That’s not even a word!”

I licked my lips trying to hide a laugh.  “Harry, I promise you it is.  I don’t know why you’re upset because you’re still winning.”

“It doesn’t matter who’s winning! You’re cheating.”

“I am not!”

He sat back on the carpet, scooting his feet under the coffee table and wrapping his arms around his knees.

“Alright. Then go on, use ‘Muzjiks’ in a sentence.”

“Ok, it another word for Russian peasants.”

“Is that right.”

“Yes, it is.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Are you calling me a liar?”

He shrugged, taking a sip of his tea.  “I think someone just really wants to beat me at a game of scrabble.

I crawled around the table to where he was sitting.  “Well I think someone’s a sore loser and doesn’t want to lose his king of scrabble title.”

“I am not.” he scoffed.

I sat next to him and poked his side. “Are you sure about that?”

He laughed, swatting my hand away, “Yes, I just believe in playing fair and–what are you doing? Ah, stop!”

I crawled on top of him, digging my hands into his sides.  He was laughing so hard he couldn’t catch his breath to tell me to stop.  I usually never took advantage of him being ticklish, but I was not going to stand for being called a cheater.  When Harry laughed hard, it was hard not to laugh along with him because it was so contagious.  I reached my hand up to wipe tears from my eyes and he took the opportunity to grab my arms in his and pin them to my sides.

“Alright, alright you win! You fight dirty, you know that?”

“Nowhere in the rules does it say you can’t persuade your opponent by tickling.”

I was still straddling his waist as he sat up on his elbows.   It fell silent as we stared at each other, both still quietly giggling.  His eyes were bright, and they were crinkled up at the corners from laughing.  He pressed his lips together, smiling at me fondly.  

“You’re are so beautiful,”  He spoke softly.

A smile involuntarily crept up my face as I leaned in to peck his lips.  

“Thank you, Harry.  You are too.”

We both laughed again as I crawled off his lap.  He stood up and held his hands out for me, and I let him pull me to my feet.  My fingers intertwined with his as we stood close, our noses brushing.

“Let’s go somewhere.”  He pulled my hand, taking me with him towards the front door.  He reached into the closet, taking out a beanie and pulling it over my head.  He handed me my coat next.

“It’s raining outside.  Where are we going?”


I paused in the middle of pulling my coat on.  “We’re getting frozen yogurt? Harry we just ate cookies and it’s freezing outside.”

He buttoned up his coat and threw his hat over his head.  “Ya, but this is special frozen yogurt.”

I looked at him skeptically, not knowing at all what he meant by that, but honestly right now he could convince to go ice skating.

“Ok. Let’s go.”

The bell above the door greeted us as we stepped into the shop, and I shivered as the welcomed warm air hit me. My hand was still in Harry’s as it had been the entire way here.

I’m notoriously indecisive, so coming to places like this really scatters my brain.

“They all look so good, but I’m just not very hungry.”

He squeezed my hand, “Want to share one?” I nodded and he grabbed a cup.

We got our yogurt and headed over to an empty booth.  I slid in next to Harry instead of across from him and rested my head on his shoulder as he threw his arm across the top of the seat.

We kept small talk while we ate, but I had an instinctive feeling that he had something heavier on his mind.

“Is everything ok, Harry?”

He nodded, pulling his spoon out of his mouth and looking at me.  

“Everything’s perfect.”  My eyes drifted to his berry, red lips as he spoke, and I suddenly had to know.  I leaned in, capturing them in mine.  I was right, they were sweeter than the yogurt.  I could live forever indulging on his lips alone.

He pulled away, quickly pecking me once more before speaking.

“So I might have fibbed a bit earlier.”

“Mmm? How so?”

He looked down at his hands and I could see the tip of his nose was pink from the cold.

“There’s really nothing special about this yogurt.  In fact I prefer Go Greek, but I did want to talk to you about something important.”

I nodded, scooping another bit of yogurt into my mouth.

“Of course Harry, you can tell me anything.”

He cleared his throat.  “Well…I suppose won’t beat around the bush.  I was hoping…you might want to move in with me.”

My cheeks were going to be sore from all the smiling and laughing today.

“Are you serious, Harry? I mean of course I do, but are you sure?”

He wrapped his hand over the top of mine.  “I have honestly never been more sure of anything.  I want more than your toothbrush and a pair of your knickers in a spare drawer.  I want all of your things and all of you.  But only of course if that’s what you want.”

I cupped his cheek in my hand, kissing him through my smile.  

“Yes, Harry.  I one hundred percent want move in.”

I kissed his cheek before nuzzling my nose against his ear.  “I love you, Harry.”

“I love you, too.  Maybe even enough to let you braid my hair.”

I pulled back, my eyes going wide.


He picked up the yogurt cup, smiling as he shoveled the last spoonful into his mouth.  

He winked.  “Well maybe not quite that much.”

It’s raining and I felt like some fluff, so this happened. :)  Thanks so much for reading! <3 

Always a Gentleman

“Why can’t you just admit that I won, mate?” Killian asked, chuckling as he and Charming sat in front of the fire, just finishing a friendly duel.

“You didn’t win. I slipped.” Charming muttered tersely.

Killian smirked, shaking his head. “Like Father, Like Daughter.” he replied. “I see where Emma gets her stubbornness from.” he said.

Charming chuckled.

Sighing, Killian closed his eyes briefly and swallowed, running a hand through his hair. “Speaking of my lovely Princess…”

Charming furrowed his brows. “What’s up?”

Killian took a breath. “There was a reason I asked if you wanted to camp this weekend.” Turning towards the love of his life’s father, he stared at him directly in the eye and took another breath before he continued. Charming tilted his head, waiting.

“I think the whole town of Storybrooke knows how I feel about your daughter by now. I am irrevocably and hopelessly in love with her.” he said.

Charming nodded, yet stayed silent.

Killian cleared his throat. “She taught me how to live again. She made a world full of darkness become light again. She is my home. It would be an honor and a privilege if you would allow me to show my love for her for the rest of my life.”

Charming let out a breath. “You mean….?”

Killian nodded. “I am asking for your blessing, for her hand in marriage. I want to marry her.” he said.

Charming stared at Killian for just a moment, thoughts and memories running through his head.

Finally, he smirked and smiled, extending a hand. “There is no one who deserves my daughter more than you and you’ve proven that. You have my blessing.”

Killian smiled wide as he shook Charming’s hand and Charming patted him on the back.

“…and you didn’t win.” Charming added.


Translation of 50 Questions for Shison Jun

Soooo I did a rough translation of the 50 questions JunJun answered in his photobook for shisonjun​~

Fair warning, lots of literal/awkward phrasing, feel free to ask me to clarify~
Also, I just gave up on translating これからもよろしく, it’s basically along the lines of “please continue to have good relations with me in the future”. (^^;)

Happy 20th birthday, JunJun~!! o(*゚▽゚*)o

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