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Imagine Dean talking to your baby girl when he thinks you fell asleep.

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You felt Dean’s weight leave the bed. He had gotten up and quietly walked over to the baby’s bassinet. Raising a baby in a bunker wasn’t ideal, but its not like you and Dean had planned for it. One night of passion and throwing caution to the wind, and here the two of you were nine months later. 

What had gone from the two of you sharing Dean’s small room in the bunker had turned into a party of three. Emmary, a combination of your moms’ names Emily and Mary, had been the best thing to happen to you, next to Dean. 

You heard Dean gently pick her up, she was fussing a little bit, and sit down in the corner rocking chair with her. You started to roll over and ask if she needed fed until you heard Dean’s low, soft voice talking to her.

“Hey my sweet Emmary Jane,” he whispered to her in the dark. “Is my baby girl gonna be a night owl like her daddy?” With that question you heard Emmary coo almost in response to Dean’s question. Listening to him to talk to her made your heart sing and you couldn’t bring yourself to interrupt. You lay there listening as Dean continued to talk to her. 

Emmary fussed a little more and Dean started bargaining with her. “Okay, baby girl. Let’s make a deal,” he offered as he rocked her gently. “How about you be okay with Daddy for a little bit tonight, huh? Let your beautiful momma sleep for a little while longer,” he suggested. “Your mom over there,” you felt his eyes look up at you and gaze at you “asleep” on the bed. “She is the most amazing woman I have ever met. Emmary you don’t know how lucky you are that she is your mom.” 

You felt a tear slide down your cheek as Emmary’s cry rose slightly.

“I’ll tell you, you get your sweet stubbornness from her,” he said with a chuckle as he tried to calm her down. “You’re lucky you don’t have your daddy’s looks either. Your momma’s a knockout,” he whispered to her. “When you grow up, you’ll look just like her, so no dating until…” he thought for a moment, “well until ever,” he said decisively. 

You chuckled silently to yourself, trying not to give away the fact that you were listening. 

He continued, “I definitely never expected someone as honest and intelligent and drop dead gorgeous to ever go for an ass like me. And don’t tell her I said ass. That better not be your first word, young lady, I’ll be dead meat.” He laughed.

“You know, you are absolutely beautiful when you sleep,” he said even more quietly. “Just like your momma,” he said. 

You could hear the soft, slow breathing of the baby. You heard Dean get up out of the chair and lay Emmary back in the bassinet. He slowly made his way back to the bed and you felt his weight sink in the mattress as he got back under the quilt and snuggled up close to you.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck, kissing it sweetly. You sighed and turned to look at him, your lips meeting slowly, exploring the familiarity of the each other. He slowly pulled away and looked into your eyes as you smiled up at him. “You heard every word, didn’t you noesy rosey?” he asked with a fake irritated look on his face. The way his smile reached his ears gave him away though. 

“Maybe,” you said before kissing him sweetly. “But trust me when I say, Emmary Jane has plenty of her daddy in her too. When she doesn’t get her food the moment she wants it, that girl has got a mean streak in her. And she is only a few weeks old,” you said with a laugh as you rolled over to face Dean wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you.

“Winchester’s gotta eat, sweetheart. I can’t say I blame her there,” he said with a chuckle. 

You looked up at him and kissed his collarbone trailing up his neck and jawline until you reached his mouth. As your lips connected, Dean’s tongue slowly moved along your bottom lip, parting your lips and immediately exploring your mouth. A groan escaped your throat as the kiss deepened. 

You pulled away and said, “I love you, Dean Winchester.” He kissed the spot below your ear and immediately you felt a current flow through your body. Dean’s hands had found their way under your shirt and were exploring your stomach making their way up your body. Just as his hand had reached your breast, Emmary let out a cry.

Dean threw his head back on the pillow with a sigh, knowing that his playtime was over. 

You gave him a peck on the lips, placing your hands on his chest.“She knew you were about to mess with the goods,” you said suggestively with eyebrows raised. “No one comes between a Winchester and their food,” you added with a wink as you straddled him to get out of the bed. He grabbed your waist and flipped you over, pinning you beneath him. He kissed you deeply as Emmary’s cries became more insistent. 

“I better let you go, momma,” he said as he gazed into your eyes. “Or Daddy is gonna pay for it more ways than one,” he said with a laugh. You smiled as you gently pushed him off you. He rolled over wrapping himself in the blanket once more. “Besides, I don’t mind the view from here,”  he said as he watched you get out of bed, slapping you on the ass as you walked away. 

You playfully swatted away his hand and laughed.You were in love with Dean. The two of you had a baby. Dean was a good dad, it came so naturally to him, all those years taking care of Sammy. 

You picked up Emmary and whispered soothingly to her noticing Dean was already snoring. “We are two lucky girls, you know that Emmary? Your Daddy is the bravest, most selfless man I’ve ever known,” you said as you kissed her forehead and sat down to feed her with a sigh.

Life Unexpected Pt. 6 - Not Gonna Happen

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anonymous asked:

what are your thoughts on the member's personality? i just read your post about why you think aron isn't participating in the show and found it really interesting. i also agree with you that i don't think aron has the mentality to deal with the atmosphere of the program like the other four do

Oh, this is gonna be a long one because I have so many feelings about all of these boys and I really treasure them. 

I’ll go in alphabetical order by stage name. 

Regarding Aron, he is so ridiculously American, and more specifically, super West Coast. He seems to be the type that just wings everything, outgoing, socialite type. He really enjoys attention and is always willing to go to a party. He’s kind of still in that stage where all he wants is to drink and have fun with friends, and the concept of working just isn’t something he’s concerned with. Despite having told us he’s a Democrat, he definitely seems to hold some traditional views on roles (gender, status, etc etc). I think Aron’s nickname “maknae hyung” really encapsulates his personality; he’s a little childish and all play, despite being the oldest member of the group. He’s also the type to speak first and think later, which is how he’s gotten himself in a lot of trouble before (and probably why now he just doesn’t speak much at all). Aron is the type that thinks it’s more important to have lots and lots of friends and connections, and he also expects himself to have a relatively typical homelife once he’s ready to settle down (as I said, still has some traditional views). 

Baekho definitely reads as an older brother type (and he even has a younger brother himself, so it makes sense that he’d take on this role). If you pay attention, you can tell he likes to tease the other members, but only with love. He also is not a “flower-boy” and never will be a “flower-boy.” It’s just not his style. Baekho also seems to prefer the company of a few close friends rather than being surrounded by people he only knows a little bit (much of NU’EST is this way, actually). Baekho is also very relaxed, very much a go-with-the-flow type of guy, but doesn’t show deep, personal emotion very often. I think he’s the type that would prefer to keep things up-beat rather than get too serious, but when it’s time to be serious you will know it. He also knows when playtime is over, and takes his work with music seriously. Baekho is kind of like a slight cross between Aron and Minhyun, if I’m honest. 

JR wears his heart on his sleeve. He is the youngest child with two older sisters, and I feel like you can see that he was the baby of his family just by the way he carries himself. Despite not being the oldest, he was made the leader and I think it was a lot of pressure to put on someone who probably hadn’t had many leadership roles before growing up. He’s a very good, kind leader, though. And he’s very sensitive and I think he can read off of other people’s energies very well. He’s very good at reading people, even if he doesn’t show it outwardly. JR is also pretty easily embarrassed, and what I would describe as “a smol.” He just wants to do the best he can, though he’s full of self-doubt. He’s actually a very good dancer, but for a long time wouldn’t show off his dancing and instead became known as the King of Silly Dances. JR really lacks confidence, but I’ve only known him to do well. I don’t think I’ve ever heard that boy say a mean thing, even in jest. 

Minhyun is such a mom. Cleanliness and organization are very important to him, and he has a really good work ethic. He’s also a bit of a perfectionist, and if he’s going to do something he’s going to do it right and dang it he’s going to do it really well. He’s the type who will practice until 4am and then wake up four hours later and do it all over again until he’s happy with the result. Minhyun is also the type to throw himself into research when he’s preparing something. I cannot stress enough how important knowledge and accuracy is to him. However, despite being such a perfectionist, he’s not a killjoy either. In fact, he’s just the opposite. He’s also a huge nerd (he loves Transformers and Marvel heroes along with Star Wars) and is never afraid to let people see him when he’s not looking all glamorous (king of ugly selca’s I swear). He’s also really good at reading people and knows how to bring the best out in those around him. He’s a really low-pressure kind of person, even if he’s always putting hours of work towards everything he does. I would say Minhyun expects nothing but the best from himself, but when it comes to those around him, he just wants to see them happy and healthy. 

Ren, our sweet maknae child, has put the world on his shoulders. I believe Ren made it his job to take all the pain and struggles of his fans and non-fans alike onto himself. There is a reason he idolizes someone like Lady Gaga, someone who stands for equality and the spread of love, someone who stands for something bigger than themselves. Ren wants so badly to make the world a better, more understanding, and more loving place. He puts a strong face on for his fans, but it’s very clear that deep inside, Ren is really self-conscious and full of self-doubt. He doesn’t want to show that part of himself to his fans, though, because it’s important to him to be a rock, a source of stability for those who have it harder than he does. He’s highly empathetic, so when he sees darkness in the world he feels it really hard. And despite all that darkness, Ren still sees all the good there is in the people around him and he wants to encourage people to grow and be happy.

Honestly, I could go on and on about these kids. They all have really big hearts and really want to do well by the people around them. They are so much more than pretty faces to me, they stand for something bigger than themselves and have ever since debut. And they’ve always dedicated so much of their music to their fans and it’s so clear how much music means to them. I’ll leave it at this for now, but trust me when I say that being a LOVE is so worth it because these boys are so gentle and kind, and they constantly make me proud to support them. 

anonymous asked:

Hi I love how useful this page has been! Do u have any older kyungsoo? Or where kyungsoo tops or is rly mean to jongin? Thank u so much and I hope ur having a good day xx

lol, the whole time I’ve been reading this as Kyungsoo tops AND is really mean to Jongin hahahaha. oh well. Mostly I have where Kyungsoo is older, a few for the mean, and there are a million fics where Kyungsoo tops these days, but here is a fest where they just did that (with various pairings but Kaisoo too). Ok, enjoy.

Older Kyungsoo

Pain et amour: One shot. Jongin finally found his soulmate, he just turns out to be an asshole

The Good, The Bad and the Fluffy: Ongoing. Jongin works for Kyungsoo taking care of his dog and Kyungsoo soon becomes interested in Jongin

Sweet Like Sugar: One shot  Jongin delivers food to Kyungsoo, who becomes interested in him.

Seasons: One shot. Jongin meets professor Kyungsoo with his friends and at first he doesn’t want him to know how young he is

Wedded To You: One shot. CEO Kyungsoo and his wife Jongin. funny, with dominant soo

Hot for teacher: one shot, Kyungsoo is a new teacher and Jongin is like the troubled kid who refuses to turn in any writing assignments, so Kyungsoo tries to get to know him and takes him places to encourage him to write

and i’d give it all up for you: one shot classic Kaisoo story where Jongin is Kyungsoo and his wife’s babysitter

Kisses and Cock-tales: One shot. Jongin overhears older Kyungsoo talking to his friend about liking to be called daddy while waiting on them…

Playtime is over: One shot, smut, crack, daddy soo

Mr. Do: One shot Jongin has a crush on his best friends dad

Moonlight Encounters: one shot (with sequel) Kyungsoo meets a guy and hooks up at the club, and then freaks out when he runs into him later at work…

Kyungsoo is mean to Jongin 

Hit Me Baby: One shot (Thanks Kumoeto for this) Kyungsoo is really mean to Jongin. He’s asking for it

Moonlight Love: one shot. Kyungsoo is a vampire who is pissed about being mated to Jongin and takes it out on him

Life Sucks: Ongoing. Jongin is a vampire Kyungsoo finds with his girlfriend, after that their relationship is comlicated

Since it’s hump-day, here’s some Charlie Hunnam smut to get you by . :)

Originally posted by immortalle

“Charlie -” I managed to say in between kisses.

 “Shh.” He ordered and I obeyed, losing myself in the feel of him.

 Should I argue? I should. This wasn’t right.

 Could my brain even think of an argument right now?

 No. The answer to that was no.

His touch was electric, bringing every nerve in my body back to life. As his lips ran down to my neck, his tongue swirled and caressed my skin. I moaned at the feeling, his hands making quick work to slide my robe off of my shoulder. With it falling to the floor, he pressed his chiseled chest into mine. My hands pushed down his sweatpants and now there was nothing left separating us.

“You’re mine.” He said in a hard voice.

I still had a chance to put an end to this. I still had a chance to argue and make him realize how crazy this was. Then in one motion, my feet were off the ground and my legs were wrapped around his waist as he held me up in his arms. The cool touch of his calloused hands ran up the back of my thighs and I tangled my fingers into his hair to hold his head closer to mine. He let out a groan before recapturing my mouth in his.

Our lips never parted as he carried me down the hallway to my bedroom. Kicking the door open, he laid me back against the bed, sliding himself up between my legs. My lips moved down lower to his neck and he let out a groan under his breath.

Everything felt so fucking intoxicating. His touch. His hot mouth ravishing body. This warm breath making the hair on the back of my neck stand.  He pulled away to look at me. All of me. He’d seem most of my body before during filming but I’d never felt as exposed as I had now. My blushing brought a smirk to his face and he pressed against me once more, running his tongue down from my neck to my chest. He popped one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue slowly stroking it while he rolled the other one between his fingers expertly.

I arched my back into him, moaning at the sensation. He switched between them before I felt like I was ready to explode.

“Charlie.” I begged. “I need you.”

“God I could hear you say that all day.” He replied, adjusting himself between my legs.

I could feel his cock pressing against me. I’d felt it before on set. I’d even heard how well endowed he was, yet nothing could prepare me for the feeling of being completely and totally filled when he slid inside.

He waited for me to adjust to his size, placing a hand on my cheek to watch my face. I pulled his face down to mine, kissing him softly, teasingly sliding my tongue along his bottom lip. He smirked, biting it playfully before he started to thrust and playtime was over. Small moans escaped my throat and I arched my back to take all of him in.

I felt the hard muscles of his arms sliding beneath me, his nails raking my skin as he groaned. His strokes increased in intensity, as he pulled all the way before sinking himself deep inside again and again. His skin glowed as sweat dripped down his body. I bit my lip admiring the view of his muscles rippling like an animal, hard at work.

His mouth was on mine again, kissing me in heated fervor. I pushed him over onto his back and climbed over him. Arching my body into his, my breasts pressed against the strong muscular planes of his chest, as I started to rock against him. I moved slowly at first - provocatively - but sensing the thick member inside throbbing with a need for release, I quickened my pace. His thrusts met mine and we moved together in harmony, needingly pulsating as friction brought us both closer and closer over the edge. His hands slid over the mounds of my ass, spreading my cheeks apart as he delved deeping inside of me with each thrust. 

“FUCK!” I screamed out against his lips as ripples of ecstasy flooded through me.

Throwing my head back, I felt his stubble against the exposed skin of my neck as his swollen lips pressed and sucked against it prolonging my orgasm. His large hand cupped my breast, massaging it softly as his fingers squeezed the tender peak between them.

He quickly threw me off, turning me around on my hands and knees before kneeling behind me and with no time wasted, he shoved himself back in. With one hand holding my hip tightly, the other ran up the curve of my back and into my hair, holding it tightly and pulling to make me arch my back. I screamed at the mix of pain and pleasure, gripping the sheets as tightly as I could to hold myself up.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He ordered, his fingertips digging into me. “Say it.”

“Oh god!” I moaned. “I’m yours. I’m fucking yours!”

He smirked, and quickened his pace again, pounding into me harder and faster. His breaths began to shorten as his thrusts became more urgent. I could feel his dick throbbing inside of me and from the angle he was hitting, I was getting closer and closer to another climax.

He pulled me up by my hair, pressing my back against him as his hand wrapped around my throat. His tongue parted my lips in search of mine but I lost focus when he hit the right spot. I closed my eyes practically screaming as I came. He let out a guttural groan as my muscles squeezed him and with a few more thrusts he shuddered in release.

I collapsed on the bed and he laid over me, the two of us struggling to catch our breaths as we relished in the euphoria of our sin.

After a minute, he rolled off to lay beside me and I turned my head to face him. A satisfied smile played on both our lips and he leaned over to press kisses along my bare shoulder while his fingertips trailed up and down the curve of my back.

“That was -” I opened my mouth to speak, but he stopped me.

“If you say wrong, I swear to God -” He laughed, biting me playfully.

“I was going to say incredible.” I laughed, rolling my eyes.

He leaning up on his elbow, looking down at me. “Okay, that’s more like it.”

“But since you did bring it up.” I turned to face him. “What happens now? We just keep this to ourselves?” 

“I think so. I can’t stay away from you. I’ve hated these few weeks.” He replied, his face turning serious as he put his hand on my cheek, bringing his face closer to mine and kissing me softly. “We go back to acting normal at work and enjoy casual sleepovers when we want.”

I laughed at his wording but kissed him back, laying my head on his chest. “We’re going to hell for this.”

“Life’s too short to worry about that.” He returned with a smile, his fingers finding their way through my hair.


This is an exert from my story Between the Lines. If you want to read more, including the rest of this chapter (with additional smut) check it out on my blog - daydreamsonpaper.com 

MURDER BALLAD: A NEW MUSICAL LYRICS SENTENCE STARTERS.

  • ’  someone’s gonna die.  ’
  • ’  from new york to berlin come stories of true love gone awry.  ’
  • ’  we all want to touch the flames but not get burned.  ’
  • ’  there’s always a killer so logically someone has to die.  ’
  • ’  you’re brighter than the sun and i revolve around you.  ’
  • ’  after three years it became clear, with close inspection, no one’s perfection.  ’
  • ’  aren’t you scared you’ll say, when you’re old and gray, a better life has passed you by? and i’d be the reason why.  ’
  • ’  free will and fate both play their part.  ’
  • ’  trust no one. stay on guard.  ’
  • ’  i don’t want the sun, i’m safer in the static.  ’
  • ’  it’s two a.m., i’m drunk again.  ’
  • ’  what did you come here for if you don’t wanna kiss? doesn’t anybody want to kiss me?  ’
  • ’  is your heart broken? did mamma ever tell you, bad boys, they don’t stay?  ’
  • ’  all men are assholes.  ’
  • ’  shut up and kiss me,  ___.  ’
  • ’  slow down, baby. quiet your mind.  ’
  • ’  come on, let me ease your troubled mind.  ’
  • ’  sleep. that’s what we do at night.  ’
  • ’  don’t pretend that things are alright.  ’
  • ’  don’t make me a promise. people take those away.  ’
  • ’  i don’t want anyone to love me — but i do want you to stay.  ’
  • ’  i will conquer this damn city.  ’
  • ’  won’t fall in love again, no, never again.  ’
  • ’  a baby changes everything.  ’
  • ’  you don’t understand. you will never understand.  ’
  • ’  slow down. listen, please hear me.  ’
  • ’  you, you are the morning. you start each day anew.  ’
  • ’  i’m trying but this darkness won’t let go of me.  ’
  • ’  how did i become so useless in this time and place?  ’
  • ’  oh, god. i love her smile.  ’
  • ’  things got turned around, fucked-up mistakes that broke us down.  ’
  • ’  man, don’t be a fool. she’s not coming back for you.  ’
  • ’  i had a dream of us in our sixties. was a cold winter night in new york city, walking down a cobbletone street. empty, but you were holding my hand, smiling at me.  ’
  • ’  a kiss like a mouth tattoo burns in me and i don’t know what i’ll do.  ’
  • ’  but if i choose to scald my story, does it mean that i’m in love with you?  ’
  • ’  let me count the ways i love you, and then i’ll count the ways i don’t.  ’
  • ’  she’s the kind of pretty to scare the words away.  ’
  • ’  drop the briefcase, grab a cup of coffee, talk romantic poets.  ’
  • ’  their words are yours to build upon.  ’
  • ’  don’t forget the thing.  ’
  • ’  you walked in and chipped out a little piece of my heart.  ’
  • ’  stopped clock, doors locked, let’s shut the world out.  ’
  • ’  i never knew a sound could ease my pain until i heard your voice speak my name.  ’
  • ’  don’t stop, but don’t say that you love me.  ’
  • ’  tears look so damn beautiful glistening on the screen, but no one thinks they’re pretty in a real-life crying scene.  ’
  • ’  if you’re awake, we can talk.  ’
  • ’  we could stay in bed all day just like we used to do.  ’
  • ’  don’t ask how long. we’re built for longing.  ’
  • ’  we all want the sun and skies.  ’
  • ’  maybe a baby or two. a better life, i promise you.  ’
  • ’  you and me were made for wanting. we’re always gonna want for something.  ’
  • ’  i’m only here to say goodbye. we both know the reasons why.  ’
  • ’  i fucked up, and i’m to blame. i’m gonna right this wrong.  ’
  • ’  where are you? answer me.  ’
  • ’  i don’t love you. i love ___, not you.  ’
  • ’  i’ve always been in love with you, i’d do anything that you asked me. don’t leave me.  ’
  • ’  we are two cats in a fishbowl. we are two dogs in a boneyard.  ’
  • ’  you belong to me.  ’
  • ’  so many alibis. go on, choose your lies.  ’
  • ’  i know how happy we could be. what the hell was wrong with me?  ’
  • ’  i’ll start my whole life up brand new.  ’
  • ’  you haven’t aged a single day.  ’
  • ’  don’t say a word. don’t wanna hear your lies, don’t you even try.  ’
  • ’  little by little, i knew something was wrong.  ’
  • ’  does this life bore you? did you have to get away?  ’
  • ’  you know we love you more than anything.  ’
  • ’  go ahead, now cry.  ’
  • ’  they think they can return to when they were younger. like life was better.  ’
  • ’  right now i feel like i could do anything i wanna do.  ’
  • ’  i wanna watch them bleed. i’ll use my imagination and walk on it — broken glass, throats are slashed, their blood splattered on the wall.  ’
  • ’  playtime is over, i’m not playing, i’m done playing.  ’
  • ’  you’re mine and i’m yours.  ’
  • ’  blood looks so damn beautiful. scarlet on the screen.  ’
  • ’  it don’t take much to die.  ’
  • ’  i can say ‘cuz i was there: love and war are never fair.  ’
  • ’  please, look at me. turn around and look at me.  ’
  • ’  go on then, walk away. you’re better off without me.  ’
  • ’  please don’t say goodbye.  ’
  • ’  before you walk away, if you ever loved me, please just hold me.  ’
  • ’  you’re far too good for me. i know how much you loved me.  ’
  • ’  no one ever gets forever. only days.  ’
  • ’  i’m not erasable.  ’
  • ’  he was mine and i was his. that’s the truth, i swear it is.  ’

the-bookish-soul  asked:

16 and 18 for feysand

@the-bookish-soul here is your request! It took a while to choose for these two since they appear to be open to almost anything and everything!

Favorite Type(s) of Kissing Headcanon: Both Feyre and Rhysand are all for the slow and lingering kiss that makes it feel as if the moment will last forever. From experience they know how quickly life can be snatched from them in a blink of an eye and every second counts. As they kiss the world fades away in an intimate spell of time where their hearts are open as their lips and tongues speak louder than any words could convey.

What “turns them on”: Rhysand is all about teasing and knowing that his little touches or flirty thoughts sent to Feyre are making her hot and bothered. He loves seeing her eyes glance hungrily at him during meetings after he sends a few images of him tearing off her dress and taking her right there on the meeting table. Hearing and seeing her lust addled reactions has made the High Lord conclude a few Inner Circle meetings early on, because he just can’t wait any longer to relieve his mate of her tension.

Feyre’s biggest turn on is when Rhysand talks dirty. She wants to hear him growl seductively in her ear as he explains in detail what he plans to do to her when they get back to the townhouse. And when his teeth graze her earlobe as he speaks then that is the final straw before playtime is over and Feyre winnows them back to the bedroom herself!

Send a ship/character and a number for a headcanon!

Unwavering Devotion // Chap 1

I’m just gonna leave this here, yes, hi, excuse me, bent fic for me to unstress myself and write something silly and simple and trashy, excu se moi. 

Nothing much to say? Klance Flower Shop Au ft. Pining Keith, Bad In Comunication Lance and Teasing Older Brother Shiro! 

Ps; Sorry if Keith sounds OOC….but I don’t give a shh; this is my playtime fic.  A L S O; LONG POST.

Ps.2; Excuse any typos…and stuff. yeah. 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 


The lonely half worn out rose lay on the wooden counter.

“Cough, cough.” It says in a high pitched voice, “I’m…I’m dying and I …will never see my beloved one last time.”

Suddenly, from the bottom of the counter, a small bluebell flower pops its head and shakes as it catches the sight of the fallen rose.

“My rose!” It shouts, voice deep and scratchy, “No! Who has done this! I will kill them all! I swear on my tiny life!”

“My bell…” Rose whispers in awe and hope, “My bell, you have come to delight me with your presence in my last seconds in this world, how noble.”

Bell shakes as if in disbelief, “No! Stop talking like that! You will survive! You - You have to –! There must be someth –!”

A sudden sharp agonized shout coming from Rose cuts it off abruptly and Bell watches in horror as another petal is ripped out from its lover.

“No…” Bell whispers terrified, “No!”

“The madman is back.” Rose whispers weakly, trying to rise up from the floor before flopping back limply, “Please….run, before he catches you, it’s too late for me.”

“But –!” Bell tries to protest but a big wide shadow suddenly takes over and both flowers just stay still as the threateningly figure of the pale hand hovers above them dangerously.

“I love you.” Rose whispers softly before the pale hand picks it up and starts pulling out its reminding dark weak petals, no longer holding its vivid red color it once had.

“No!” Bell cries out as it falls to the surface of the counter in defeat, watching in despair as its lover takes its last breath in the hands of a monster, “Goodbye…my rose.”

“Keith!”

The nineteen years old jumps in surprise, his dark blue eyes wide in surprise as he drops both flowers in his hands and turns his head to meet his big brother’s unamused eyes.

“Uh…” He says incoherently, wiping the flowers behind his back off the counter to hide his play time, “Yeah, I’m working.”

Shiro snorts. “Sure, buddy. Bell says otherwise.”

Keith looks back at the counter and frowns when he notices that the Bluebell flower is hanging on the edge of it.

“You tattle tale.” He mumbles and Shiro laughs.

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anonymous asked:

advice for biting in dogs? nothing serious, its just play nipping that gets out of hand because she hasnt really learned many manners, and i'm not too sure about teaching her its ok to gently grab. the past few times shes done it i just yelped really loud/ignored her and then she quit, but idk if thats the best option?

Nipping = playtime is over. When Walter was a bitey little bastard baby, she loved to go for ankles and my arms and hands. I would just cross my arms and look straight ahead and ignore her, and resume play when she stopped jumping/trying to bite. She learned pretty quickly that crossed arms meant ‘stop that’ and that biting beyond a gentle grip (just gently putting my hands in her mouth) would stop the fun. She would just stop and sit down and wait. I also made sure to teach bite inhibition/soft biting by actively sticking my fingers and hands in her mouth and letting her nibble and play as long as she was gentle. This helped with letting the vet handle her face, too.

It’s important to teach a dog how to bite gently, instead of teaching them not to bite altogether. Dogs don’t have hands like us so they use their mouth to play and communicate. You don’t have to correct them for biting, just teach them that anything beyond gentle mouthing means that playtime and communication time is over.

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