#i want to be a pretty girl's personal guard dog lap dog thing. an aggressive doberman type who is vulnerable to her dominance and nothing

[craycraybluejay]

Sure you hit like a girl but do you rape like a girl?

#girlpower

#r@pe kink #nsft #look if a girl one day decided she can do whatever she wants to me ever i'd just be like 👍 thank you miss #you dont even have to touch me tbh if u think i dont deserve it just make me give you pleasure #agh #my bisexuality is on an unpredictable cycle #sometimes its boys boys boys sometimes its girls girls girls #i want to be a pretty girl's personal guard dog lap dog thing. an aggressive doberman type who is vulnerable to her dominance and nothing #else #woof

[allbrainrot]

Hi! First, i love your writing🥺 Now to the point. How about felix, sylvain and dimitri pinning after the female reader? We are basically yeeting ingrid and placing a fem reader instead😂 Like, they are childhood friends and the three of them have had a lovestruck for her since they were kids? And now they just end up fighting for her love or smth? Either hdcns or an scenario is fine! You can pick whichever you wish! However if you dont want to write this req please dont feel forced to! Love u🥺

Thank you so much!! 🖤 And yes, you got it! Bye Ingrid LMAO 😎😎 I write pre timeskip wayyy better so I’m gonna just say that reader is 18 (i don’t write NSFW or anything but age is still a thing lol) so that they’re in between the ages of Dimi + Felix & Sylvain and it works out, hope you don’t mind! I love you too anon 🥺

- Dimi is probably the first one to catch feels when they’re kids! Felix does too but he’s kinda just like wtf is this??? until someone teases him about it. Sylvain is quite ✨special✨ with romance but I think he’d be inclined to trust you a lot more because you’ve known him since you were teeny tiny before you even knew wtf a crest was! So he probably also catches feels when you’re kids but then he goes through his whole girl phase SIGH

- None of them realize their predicament until they all see you again at the officer’s academy together. I wouldn’t say they’re super obvious about it, but they’re teenagers (well Syl isn’t but shhhhh) who all like the same person so they’re going to pick up on each other’s crushes while reader remains ignorant. It’s not an issue that needs to be addressed immediately, but they’re all watching each other cautiously.

- Syl would have a massive head start on flirting with you, but he’s faced with the big issue that you don’t believe he’s being genuine and brush him off. Felix is constantly challenging you to duels to get close to you and also have alone time with you, although the other 2 will occasionally ruin his plans and insist on joining. Ah man bby Dimitri would probably come across as a little overbearing because he’s very protective of you and is constantly offering to do things for you. He’s just a mother hen that’s whipped for you and doesn’t know any other way to express it!

- When it comes to the 4 of you sitting together at lunch or in class, Sylvain is the worst. He’s very aware that his competition is far less bold than him, and so he’s making sure he’s always closest to you. Will squish as close to you as humanly possible HE WOULD DEADASS PUT YOU IN HIS LAP IF HE COULD 😭 If he puts a hand on your thigh or an arm around you it’s a wholeass declaration of war.

- Felix will likely become much more protective which may cause a lot of yelling at you for being careless or weak, but really he’s just so worried! To ease his mind, he’ll help you correct your mistakes himself (which has the added bonus of getting really close to you and occasionally lowkey holding hands when he adjusts your grip). Around other people, especially Dimitri and Sylvain he’ll be evidently sweeter to you to get the message across. A blended mix of jealousy and concern will make him very protective of you around the other two. Dimitri is not getting within 5 feet of you while guard dog Felix is around.

- In the Blue Lions the tension in the air is so thick you could cut it with a knife everyone is thoroughly confused but frankly just sick of it lol. Felix glaring at Dimitri? That’s totally normal but Dimitri is doing it back AND Sylvain is added to the weird stare off- wtf happened?? Byleth would have to talk to them after class and be like guys what in the goddess’s name happened 😭 They’ll all give a vague answer that doesn’t give away that it’s about you and each one of them has a jab at the others to shift the blame..please find your chill lads !

- At this point everything gets a little bit needier because they’ve all had this pent up yearning but have been blocked by the others. (If you’re ok with it) Sylvain will just randomly peck you on the cheek or your forehead when he sees you and you’re just like LOL ok ✨typical Sylvain✨ But when you sit next to him at lunch or in class he’s started very tenderly holding your hand under the table and you’re like huh ok that’s a little odd. If Dimitri is on the other side of you he will carefully take your other hand in retaliation. Felix will probably give in and do the same but he’ll snatch your hand a lot more aggressively and look away from you with a scowl and a blush.

- Dimi and Felix are both touch starved AF and would very much appreciate cuddles or any physical contact. If you’ve reacted positively to everything thus far, Dimitri will slowly start to bite the bullet and initiate affection because he wants it so bad. Any time you touch Dimitri, he gets sappy and lovey af and will express his adoration in hopes that you’ll keep giving him affection. Felix would never upfront ask for affection but he just kinda sits really close to you and glares at you with a little pout and you will have to realize that this is Felix language for ‘it is a crime that you aren’t cuddling me rn’.

- Obviously Sylvain gets lots of physical contact with women but I don’t ever see it as holding affection yknow?? Like yeah he spends a night or two with chicks after them crest babies™️ (i cannot take myself seriously this sentence is so funny-), but I don’t really think that they’ve done actual cuddling or casual displays of affection like petting someone’s hair because they likely don’t care too much for Sylvain and will just do the bare minimum. So in a way, Sylvain is also starved of affectionate touches and he would very much appreciate the little things that no one else has done for him. It’s new and scary for him to actually seek romantic attention, but he’s still pretty bold, just not very tactful when it comes to you lol. If you’re sitting by yourself on a bench he will not hesitate to sprawl himself out on top of you with his head in your lap and stare up at you with an innocent grin. Is also lowkey not embarrassed to whine or pester you?? His reputation is pretty hopeless at this point so what does he have to lose by sitting behind you in class and poking you while dramatically whining about you not paying attention to him?

- Attention is a huge deal to Sylvain. It’s one of the main things he’s looking for when he randomly flirts with people at the monastery. He can’t handle being ignored and that leads him to often seek many girls at once so that he always has attention when one is busy. But when it comes to you he finds himself in deep shit because once he’s gotten a little bit from you, everyone else seems minuscule and with others he only receives a mere fraction of the satisfaction he gets from being with you. So he’s gradually allotting more and more time to you until he hardly talks to any other girl. But Sylvain is used to being the one that everyone wants more of, so when he finds himself in the shoes of the smitten women that piss him off, he’s plagued by the worry that you’ll think he’s overly needy. So he comes to seek validation from you too. If he can just get you to comb your fingers through his hair or give him a kiss on the cheek then he can renew his confidence in trying to court you.

- Dimi is somewhat similar but for different reasons and in different ways. Dimitri has practically no experience with romance so he’s extremely smitten and has an overwhelming desire for the affection you give him that he’s never had. But he’s painfully aware of how extreme his feelings are in comparison to any other couples he may have seen at the monastery, and he’s terrified that he’ll scare you away if he expresses exactly how much he yearns for you. So Dimitri is always very visibly holding back much like he often holds back his strength. Dimi will do anything for you or with you, but you have to initiate it so he can be certain that he’s not smothering you. On days where he’s extremely lovey and never wants to let go of you (which is kind of often lol) he will constantly ask if you’re sure that he’s not bothering you. He is just so horrified at the thought of messing up whatever it is you have.

- Felix will be very easily overwhelmed by you, so it’s much better if you wait to cuddle up to him until you can both go to one of your rooms. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be touched, he does, but his feelings for you make him way too vulnerable for his liking, so he’s not going to want anyone else around. Felix is still Felix and he goes off to take out his feelings in the training grounds every free day, but has started occasionally coming to your room when he’s done for the day and receiving his required cuddle time away from prying eyes. He may have accidentally fallen asleep with you a couple times..

- You’ve probably snuck in to sleep in Dimi’s room on occasions when he’s dangerously sleep deprived. The man, the myth, the legend Dedue would definitely help sneak you in because he knows it does Dimi a lot of good. Dimitri is able to fall asleep with you practically on top of him in his grasp. Feeling your heartbeat close by and your hair beneath his head and hearing you breath peacefully is enough to ground him from his fear of losing you too. He’ll still have nightmares, trauma is a bitch, but when you’re there you can bring him back down and he’ll eventually be able to fall back to sleep (which he typically can’t do alone). It’s not a perfect night’s sleep, but it’s enough to keep Dimi functional and that’s what you’re there for. He’ll thank you a million times and unnecessarily apologize for the inconvenience, please do what you can to reassure him that he’s not a nuisance to you. 

- SIGH Sylvain, this god damn silly little goose, is extremely distressed by his feelings for you and even moreso by his developed neediness. It honestly kinda scares the shit out of him to realize he’s whipped for someone and at a loss for a way to ask you out. He’s used to having that power, to have someone’s feelings in the palm of his hand where he can do anything he wants. Genuinely trying to figure out how he would court someone is a frightening new thing for him and he’s suddenly on a playing field where he doesn’t have his experience or his power to shield himself with. So he reverts to his old ways to try to get a handle on his fear and have his confidence boosted back up. But of course, Syl still wants all the attention he can get from you so you so he spends all of the day with you, then does his other girl bullshit at night! It doesn’t go as smoothly as planned though..Sylvain is used to being yelled at by crying girls, but it hasn’t gone unnoticed that he ignores them all day and drops by whenever he feels like it, and he ends up getting in some pretty nasty arguments that do not help his already vulnerable state. So it’s like 2 AM and Sylvain’s feeling like a sorry sack of potatoes and just wants to be held by someone and talk until falling asleep in their arms. And there’s only one person who Sylvain wouldn’t mind being open with and who could provide him genuine comfort..and you’re the lucky winner of the ‘Sylvain on your doorstep at 2 AM’ lottery!! Unless your sleep schedule is wack you’re gonna be all groggy like hey uhh wtf Syl??? And that is how the occasional nights that Sylvain falls asleep in your room happen!

- If the 3 of these scenarios interfere with each other ummmmmmmmm no they didn’t 😳

Ok! That’s where I’m leaving off because I don’t want to try to write endings with you picking one of them it just makes me kinda sad LMAO. Bro omg it’s the return of the ridiculously long Allister fics she do be goin a little insane though 😳 But for real I’ve been gradually adding to this for like?? a week? And I just kept picking cute relationship milestones or whatever in my walnut brain and writing a point for each of them so that the 3 of them are equally written. So it might not line up perfectly but I hope you like it!!

#fe3h dimitri x reader #fe dimitri x reader #dimitri x reader #sylvain x reader #fe3h sylvain x reader #fe3h felix x reader #felix hugo fraldarius x reader #fire emblem felix x reader #three houses reader insert #three houses x reader #fe3h x reader #fe3h reader insert #fe3h fanfic #fire emblem three houses x reader #fire emblem x reader #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #felix hugo fraldarius #sylvain jose gautier

[jalapeno-princess]

Right By My Side

Bodyguard Jackson X Actress Reader

Word Count: 2.4k 

Summary: After tip toeing around each others feelings for months, you and your body guard Jackson end up confessing your love for each other after an incident that causes Jackson to lose his patience.

A/n: Here you go anon! I hope you enjoy it! 

“Y/n! Look over here!”

“Give us a smile y/n!”

“Come on y/n, don’t be such a bitch. You celebrities think you’re better than all of us. You’re nothing but a pretty face—hey man what the fuck?”

From the time you were a little girl, you’ve dreamt of being a movie star. The idea of starring in movies and moving to Hollywood excited you. You begged your parents to put you in acting classes and after months of doing everything and anything they asked of you, the day came where you began working one on one with acting coaches. 

From sun up to sun down, you memorized lines, acted in front of mirrors, recited scripts to yourself and anyone you were surrounded by. When your parents felt like you were old enough, they allowed you to start auditioning for roles in your hometown. There was a point where you were auditioning for five roles a week but you were never getting any calls back. 

You soon grew discouraged and you felt like there was no hope for you. In all honesty, you wanted to give up. There were hundreds and thousands of girls who held the same dream as you, so you didn’t think there was any hope of making your dreams come true. That was until one day, you got an email from a casting director telling you that you got the job. 

To say you were excited was an understatement and although it was just a small part in a movie, it helped you learn the tricks and trade of the acting business and helped you get your foot in the door for other acting opportunities. From that day on, you’ve been booking roles left and right to the point where your schedule was packed. 

You were one of the most talented and highly praised actresses of your generation. The more acting roles you accepted, the more popular you became. Unfortunately, with the fame and fortune came paparazzi and unwanted publicity. At first, you didn’t think you were all that famous to have people following you around asking you questions while shoving cameras and microphones in your face. It was all too much for you to handle and that’s when your manager told you to hire a bodyguard. 

Both you and your manager interviewed dozens of men who were interested in sacrificing their life in order to protect you. For hours, you’ve listened to the potential applicants talk about their lives and why they felt they were right for the position. However, nobody was sticking out to you and you were ready to hire anybody at that point. Just as you were about to call it a day, the most handsomest man you’ve ever laid your eyes on came through the door and just about took your breath away. 

He had dark brown hair, a defined face with soft features, the prettiest brown eyes and a breathtaking smile. He was also extremely well built; his broad shoulders and his thick thighs made it known that he probably worked out at least twice a day. Your manager motioned for him to introduce himself and every word that felt from his lips went through one ear and out the other. 

You found yourself staring at him during the entire interview process and didn’t care that he probably caught you practically drooling over him. If he wasn’t there for a job interview and you were to see him on the street, you would’ve thought he was a celebrity. Your manager thanked him for his time and let him know that your staff would get back to him as soon as possible. Right as he was about to walk out the door, you spoke up for the first time since he entered the room and sat down. 

“You’re hired.” 

You knew it was stupid of you to hire someone based on his looks, but there was something about him that intrigued you and you found yourself wanting to learn more about him. The cheeky smile that he sent your way sent chills down your spine but the kiss that was placed on the back of your hand caused your mind to go in to a frenzy. 

“I’ll take good care of you. I promise.” 

That was almost a year ago and Jackson never failed to keep his promise. Wherever you went, he followed no matter where or what time it was. His main priority was you and your safety. 

One time, you told him you wanted to go on a target run at three in the morning and he was at your house just a few minutes later. As much as you wanted to do things on your own without needing security, you knew Jackson was very anal about protecting you. The two of you went grocery shopping that morning and it was actually in those moments of him pushing you in the cart, playfully arguing about the best ice cream flavors and talking about getting a dog together that made you realize you were falling in love with the older boy. 

He wasn’t a typical bodyguard. Most security detail you’ve seen that were assigned to other celebrities seemed stern and extremely strict. You could’ve sworn you’ve never seen any other body guard crack a smile or even just a little giggle before; but not Jackson. Jackson was your own personal ray of sunshine. 

Whenever you had a press conference to go to or a movie premiere to attend, he tried his best to calm down your nerves by telling you embarrassing stories from his childhood or using cheesy pickup lines on you. It was hard not to develop feelings for him because you were around him all the time and he both did and said the right things to set your bones on fire. You were happiest whenever he was around. Hell, there were times where you forgot he was just your bodyguard and you would invite him over to your house to play video games or to bake cookies with you. 

You loved being domestic with him and loved having him around. Sure, it was his job to protect you and keep you safe from the dangers of the world, but he was your safe haven. You felt like you were invincible with him by your side.

Over the course of him being your bodyguard, there were constant flirtatious banter thrown back and forth between the two of you with stolen glances and soft touches here and there. To him, it probably didn’t mean anything; but to you it was everything. 

Whenever the two of you would watch movies, he would pull you in to his embrace and wrap his arms around your waist. If you were in the kitchen cooking lunch or dinner, he’d playfully hide specific ingredients where you couldn’t reach it so he’d have to get it for you. 

When the two of you would play video games together, he would prop you on to his lap and hide his face in the crook of your neck. There was one instance where you suffered a panic attack when you got in to a car crash after speeding away from a bunch of reporters trying to stir up a romance story with you and one of your co-stars. 

Jackson hated that he wasn’t there for you when it happened, but he did not leave your side once the entire weekend. He held you as you cried and left soft kisses against your hair in order to get you to calm down. 

As much as you wanted your relationship with Jackson to go beyond your working partnership, you didn’t want him getting involved with all the unnecessary hate and drama that came with dating an actress nor did you want people to bother him or attack him if they were to find out the two of you were dating. You also didn’t know where he stood when it came to your relationship. For all you knew, you were just his boss. Someone he was being paid to protect. He was just being friendly and doing his job. You pushed back the negative thoughts and your made up scenarios to the back of your mind not wanting to make things complicated. 

You were so focused on walking in to the building that you failed to notice that Jackson was no longer following behind you until you heard screams and a cry for help. The man who had degraded you earlier was now on the floor and so was Jackson, swinging countless punches at him. Your heart rate increased at the sight and you felt your anxiety growing. 

Absentmindedly, you made your way back to Jackson and tugged softly at his wrist, trying your best to get him to pull away. You knew that Jackson could get in legal trouble for assaulting someone and you didn’t want him going to jail for something like this. You refused to live without him. 

“Jackson—Jack. Let go of him! Please! Jackson that is enough! Do it for me—please.” It was obvious that Jackson had the biggest soft spot for you and the soft caress of your thumb broke him out of his thoughts. 

“Don’t you talk bad about y/n or come around her ever again. I’ll make sure you regret the day you were born.” He got up and reached for your hand, quickly intertwining your fingers together and roughly yanked you towards the studio. 

The amount of anger and hatred that he held in his eyes scared you, but you knew it was because the paparazzi was overstepping his boundaries. Sure, Jackson was a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, but he could be aggressive when the situation called for it. After making your way through the halls, you found your dressing room and pulled away from Jackson’s grasp. 

The atmosphere was tense and you had so many thoughts running through your mind. As you were about to open your mouth to speak up, Jackson beat you to it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—I didn’t know I was going to attack him like that. It was irrational and unprofessional of me—“ you gave him a sad smile before making your way towards him and ran one of your hands through his hair. 

“You were trying to protect me. That’s what you’re supposed to do. He took it too far, there’s nothing for you to apologize for. If I’m being honest, I found it really cute how you defended my honor. It was kind of hot actually.” He giggled softly as he placed his chin on top of your head. 

“I’d do anything for you, you know that. I’m sorry he said all those things about you and that I acted on it instead of letting it go. I just hated the way he was talking about my girl—ah shit—“ The blush that rose on his cheeks made your heart flutter and you found yourself pulling away from his embrace in order to cup his cheeks and connect your lips together. 

Kissing him was an indescribable feeling; especially because you’ve been wanting to know what his lips felt like against yours since the day you laid your eyes on him. His lips were soft and tasted like the sea salt caramel ice cream the two of you had before coming here. His hands made their way down to your hips and all but gently gripped against your back while nipping and sucking on your bottom lip. 

The kiss was extremely passionate and definitely worth the wait. Feeling him smile against your lips did wonders to your heart and to Jackson’s dismay, you pulled away. You placed your forehead against his chest and snickered when you looked up and saw the flustered expression on his face.

“Your girl huh? I like the sound of that. Took you long enough.” He rolled his eyes at your comment while pulling you closer to his body if it was even possible. 

“I’ve always had feelings for you. You’re extremely beautiful y/n, but my feelings for you go beyond your beauty. You’re the most hard working person I know. You’re extremely generous, charismatic, funny, talented, passionate and you have such a genuine and kind heart. I never felt like I was ever good enough for you. Look at you. You’ve accomplished so much for someone at your age. You’ve done so much for so many people and travelled all around the world. You’re a marvelous human being y/n and I’m just your body guard. Just a normal guy, whose madly in love with you. I’m nothing special—“ the chaste kiss on his lips prevented him from continuing to degrade himself. You hated that he thought so little of himself when you thought the world of him. 

“When I became an actress, I did so because I loved acting. I didn’t care about becoming a celebrity. I was always somewhat of an introvert. Sure, I love having fans and so many supporters, but I miss being able to do things I used to do without having to worry about my safety or being followed. I want to go shopping or to the ice skating rink without cameras being shoved in my face or feeling as if I’m under a telescope being scrutinized for every little thing that I do. Everything changed the day you walked in to my life. I always feel like I can be myself around you. When I’m with you, I’m not afraid to joke around, laugh and be free knowing you won’t judge me. I’m happiest when I’m with you Jackson. You never fail to make me smile and my stomach always seems to swarm with butterflies at the mere thought of you. I love being around you. No matter how nervous I can get sometimes or if I feel like I’m on the verge of a mental breakdown, just one look at you can ease my mind and make me feel better. You’re the best body guard a girl could ask for. Don’t ever feel like you’re not good enough for me. You’re such a wonderful human being and it doesn’t hurt that you’re extremely good looking, kind hearted and quite the joker. I’m in love with you too by the way.” 

He grinned at your confession and began to leave wet kisses all around your face. “How about this, after your interview, you and I can head back to your place, order some take out, watch a couple of movies, kiss a little and I can go to bed with you in my arms?” 

You hummed in contentment against his jaw. “Just a little?” 

He smirked. “Or a lot. Yeah, maybe a lot. I lose my sanity when I’m around you. Come on, the faster you’re finished, the sooner we get to cuddle and make out. Now go baby. Make me proud.”

#got7 imagines #jackson wang #got7 jackson #got7 fluff #got7 drabbles

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Eternum//ii

Pairing: Geralt x Reader

Summary: After being turned into a wolf, Geralt struggles to find his way back to his body, unable to talk or do basic human things. In his journey, he meets a young woman, who hopes to help him.

Warnings: violence, light misogyny if you really read into it, adult language

Author’s Note: none

Previous, Next

Geralt had figured out he was in Temeria. Not at all pleasantly, by any means, but at least now he knew. He stalked around a small village outside of what seemed to be the outskirts of Vizima, closer to the forest. He trudged through quietly, if he tried hard enough he could pass as a dog, acting tame-like.

Geralt found no such luck.

“Wolf!!” A scared voice yells, childish in nature. Still, he continued walking, hoping that if he’d remained calm no one would actually bother him.

How wrong he was.

A large rock had been thrown harshly, hitting the back of his head with an aggressive thump. Without control, he whimpered before snarling, whipping his head around. Behind him stood a crowd of somewhat nervous and definitely angry people. A man picked up another rock, chucking it at Geralt, hitting the wolven head above his eye. Blood trickled down his face as his head was thrown back from the rocks force. Quickly, more rocks were being gathered and thrown at him until his legs gave out from the pain. He refused to harm these people, he didn’t blame them for attacking a monster. A few from the group gathered around him, large sticks and branches in hand, one carrying a much larger rock than that of the ones thrown before. He looked up at them before laying his head on the ground in defeat.

“Stop!” A voice yelled. Geralt’s head lifted once more, this time in response to the sound, “leave him be!” It yelled.

I’ll be damned.

It was the same woman as before, in the forest. She pushed past the crowd, then the men that had broken off from the group. Quickly she encased the wolf’s body with her own.

“Oi, get offa the beast. We’ll put it out of its misery.” Someone yells at the woman, Geralt didn’t know who, still covered by her body.

“Who are you to decide that when you are the reason for his ‘misery’.” The woman snaps.

“He’s useless, won’t last a day in the woods!” Another man sneers.

“Get yer bloody arse off it, girl.” Says the man who’s decided he’s had enough of this. His arm reaches for the woman’s shoulder, and quickly, Geralt lunges forward, jaws snatching the man’s wrist. Said man yelps abruptly, snatching his hand back from the sharp teeth. He’d only be left with bruising, but Geralt’s main intention was to get the crowd to leave him and the woman alone. And it worked.

The man backed up cautiously, holding his wrist, “you get that beast out of this village, you hear?”

The woman nods, watching everyone slowly leave, eyes turning back to them warily now and then.

“I’m sorry they’re so cruel…” the woman says, gently petting his head. Geralt hates the way his tail had a mind of its own, wagging as she scratched under his chin, “come now, before someone blows steam through their ears.”

She stands, helping Geralt to his feet. He turns away from her, beginning to walk away, “You’re really not going to stay? They’ll kill you. The guards have a special distaste for wolves.”

Geralt’s head turns, listening to her.

“At least let me help.”

His ears lay flat as he walks to follow her. Fine.

On the ends of the village sat an old cottage, weathered with love and care. A large draft horse stood next to it, tied to its post, lazily munching on the sweet grass around it. There were chickens, and Geralt stared them down hungrily.

“Don’t get any ideas, mister. Cole or the hens, you hear?” The woman scolded, “there’s plenty of food for you inside.”

Geralt’s head shifted upwards, cursing how short he was now. He knows that, in his human body, he’d be the one looking down at her. Of course, if he were in his body he also wouldn’t be staring down live chickens.

He followed the woman past the horse and to the large oak door, noticing that the cottage was made from cobblestone and supported by more oak. Old and dead ivy wrapped itself around portions of the cottage, and he knew it would be a lovely little house in the springtime, paired next to the large, equally shriveled dogwood tree. It was definitely a place commonfolk would love to call home.

The woman opened the door, and Geralt was immediately greeted by the smell of fresh-baked bread and hearty stew.

“Please get off the table, Bogdan.” She commands. A Hob, no taller than past Geralt’s wolffish shoulder jumped on the ground playfully and wrapped his arms around the woman’s leg. In turn, she patted his head.

“Bogdan wondered when Miss might come back home, did Miss have a good trip, did Miss get good things from the market?”

The woman laughs, “yes, Bogdan.”

The Hob lets go of her leg and does a playful happy dance.

House goblin, what else could I expect? She shares a certain respect for all creatures it seems. Geralt thinks to himself.

“Mister still ain’t back yet, Miss, he’s ‘possed to be home now!”

A husband?

“You’re just saying that so we can serve supper.”

Cheekily, the Hob nods, watching as the woman crouches face to face with him, “why don’t you round up Dima, wash up, and by then if he’s still not back, we’ll eat, hm?”

Bogdan nods excitedly and races off. Geralt looks up to a now standing “Miss”.

She enters the kitchenette, grabbing a cloth and dipping it into the basin, turned, and sat on a chair, making it face outward, and therefore Geralt.

“Come.” She pats her lap, and Geralt huffs and follows up, sitting in front of her and tucking his tail next to his legs. Once again, she pets him. And he knows she’s trying to comfort him and knows that she’s trying to help a bit, so he— voluntarily— thumps his tail lightly against the wooden flooring, laying his head in her lap.

“There’s not a possibility that you’ve always been this way.” She says, taking the wet towel and tending to his wounds some. His head perks, yes, exactly, now help me because I can’t fucking talk, and I want my damned body back!

She continues, “such pretty eyes,” a pause, “very distinct, hm?” A smile was given his way before she lightly grasps his paw. A fiery explosion of pain ran through him, and his first instinct was to yelp.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know.” She coos, running her fingers through his fur near the top of his head. He does it for her, lifting his leg and putting it against her thigh. She smiles, hand leaving his head, gently beginning to wipe away the blood on his padded foot. “I can’t place where I’ve seen them before…” She says, “and I am so sorry.”

Anyone else would think she was having a full fit of hysteria, but she was wise and knew what she was speaking of.

Why are you so apologetic?

“I wish I could help you.”

And she genuinely seems sad, Geralt notes, why? It wasn’t her fault.

Geralt gently nuzzled his face into the side of her arm, causing her to smile softly.

The door opens with a loud creak, and the woman looks up, smiling gently, “Hi Papa.”

This must be the “Mister” Bogdan was talking about.

Geralt should’ve known she wasn’t married, no ring on her finger, but he also knew that anywhere outside of the castle, people in small Temerian villages were likely below the poverty line. It didn’t completely let him know if she was married or not.

“What’s that you got, brought home a new friend?” The old man asks.

The woman nods, “He’s a man, I think.”

The elder gentleman furrows his brows, looking at Geralt with a questioning look, “You’ve gone mad, (Y/N). That’s a wolf. Tame, but a wolf all the same.”

(Y/N). Finally, a name to the person that’s been saving his ass for the last month, whether she knows it or not.

“Papa, look at his eyes. He’s no wolf, and he understands me. Wolves never would.”

Papa looks down at Geralt again, who looks up, locking eyes with him. The man raised his brows, “Hm. I suppose so… not a normal man, I take.”

Barely a human, but I’ll take that before monster I guess.

(Y/N) shakes her head, gently putting his paw on the floor and standing, “Bogdan and Dima should be here soon. Wash up, I need to finish up on this one before suppertime.”

//

Geralt’s head laid on a blanket placed on the floor for him near the hearth, empty bowl by his side as his eyes track the beings in the cottage. Dima, he learned upon meeting, was a Godling. Nothing unlike Johnny except his eyes, still as striking— just different in color.

Sleepily, he laid his head on his legs, one now being wrapped in a bandage, and he closed his eyes, sighing.

As morning came, Geralt awoke peacefully for the first time in a while. He yawned and stretched before getting up and nosing his way through the front door. Upon exiting, he was greeted with (Y/N), curled up in her blanket and cloak on a chair, reading peacefully. Dima sat in her lap, reading along with her it seemed. Maybe he was just looking at the pictures. (Y/N) paused, “Morning.” She says, sleep still laced in her voice.

He had to admit, she was beautiful. No need for exotic fabrics or color-altering makeup, as she sat in the chair with the little Godling, hair undone and cascading down her back, winter biting at her nose and cheeks, she was utterly, truly, and naturally beautiful.

Geralt—literally— shook the sleepiness from his body, sitting down next to the chair where the two sat. Dima stared at him, examining him.

“Wha’ happened to you?” He asked, looking expectantly for an answer. Geralt looked at him, giving a small, questioning tilt of the head in response.

“Dima, be nice.” (Y/N) scolded.

“I can hear ‘im!” He says, “animals, people, monsters- I speak to all of them and them, me!”

(Y/N) looks at Dima, wide-eyed, “Does that mea-“

You can hear me. Geralt says. The Godling nods proudly at Geralt with an “mhm!”

(Y/N) quickly closes the book, “That means we can help him, Dima! Why didn’t you say anything before?”

Dima shrugs, jumping off her lap, “Thought he was a nice wolf.”

Witcher.

“Ooooh, those can be mean. You’re not a mean one, huh?”

“What did he say?”

Dima looks between the two, “He’s a Witcher, Miss.”

(Y/N) nods slowly, and looks down to the side.

Great, Geralt thinks, now she knows.

(Y/N) walks towards Geralt, who doesn’t meet her eyes as she approaches, casting his eyes down. She bends down, running her fingers through the fur on his jaw and making him face her.

“We will get your body back. I swear it.” She says, a smile gracing her lips.

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The cold winter air crowded around you and the possy that Jungkook had collected. You had refused to let him go out without you. He tried many times to tell you that it wasn’t your place to be. He swore the people he surrounded himself with were nothing but trouble, and he refused to protect you if anything got out of hand. You had rolled your eyes, his threats were shallow and had no base. You didn’t need to be protected, you were a big girl.

The man standing, arms crossed, by the front door to what you assumed was a club. He looked over at Jungkook, and nodded once. A wordless conversation, that made you realize just the power Jungkook had over people. You followed behind him, and Namjoon followed behind you, one hand on your hip, keeping his arm a boundary between you and the people who were shoving into you guys. You looked back at him with a grateful smile - you knew his intentions weren’t anything but kind.

The space opened up, a dance floor full of sweaty bodies, colliding and pressing into one another. You felt like you were watching something you shouldn’t, an intimate moment shared between 50 pairs of sensual bodies. You watched as Jungkook walked into the ocean of dancing. The groups of people parted like the seas, leaving a path for him to walk. You kept a flank on him, grabbing on to his elbow. He glanced back at you, his eyebrow arching, but he didn’t pull away. He turned his head back to look forward, heading straight to the VIP section.

Two guards raised a velvet rope, allowing him and the rest of you into the large booth. You could see why girls flocked around him, his ego and confidence was deafening, making it hard to see anyone or anything but him, he owned the room and everyone in it. He slid into the booth, and quickly two girls from behind you, elbowed you out of the way, finding their seat beside Jungkook. You looked back at Namjoon, unsure of what to do. He gave you a sympathetic twitch of his lips, seeing you were clearly out of place. This wasn’t your scene, but it had to be if you wanted to get close to kook. Namjoon wrapped an arm around your waist, leading you to the other side of the table.

“You look like a cat in a room full of dogs,” he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.

“I feel like it,” you laughed nervously.

Jungkook glanced your direction, watching the way you melted into Joon’s side, looking as if you two had known each other for more than the four days that you had actually known him. It was true though, you felt comfortable with Namjoon. He wasn’t pushy, or overly cocky. He was warm, and smelled like summer rain. His hands were never aggressive, but they were gently and always cradled your skin instead of grabbing it. He was the opposite of Jungkook, and you just couldn’t understand why or how Namjoon was friends with him. You’d have to remind yourself to ask him when you two were alone.

A waitress in possibly the tightest dress you’ve ever seen, walked over to the table. She smiled at everyone, including yourself. It had surprised you, most the time girls stared at either Jimin, Jungkook, or Namjoon. They never made eye contact with the other girls in the group, but she did. You smiled back at her, leaning into the table. She stepped closer and bent over.

“What can I get you babydoll?” She beamed, ready to take your order.

“Can I get a rum and coke?” You yelled over the music.

“Sure, sweet thing. What about you?” She asked Joon, licking her lips.

“Vodka on the rocks,” he rested his arm behind you, resting on the back of the seat.

She winked, and went around the table, getting the rest of the orders. It was quick, and she was out of the area, heading towards the bar. You brought your eyes to Jungkook, who had his tongue pressed tightly against his cheek, his jaw ticked to the side. He looked upset, but you weren’t sure what could have possibly pissed him off. He must have felt your eyes on him, because he craned his neck to the side, locking eyes with you.

“Are you okay?” You mouthed, your brows furrowing.

He nodded once, lazily draping one arm around the girl that had attached her drunken limbs around Jungkook. You watched from the safety of Namjoons body, which hadn’t gotten any closer, you were just hyper aware of it. The waitress was back, a tray full of assorted drinks, some looking more deadly than others. She placed your drink down first, giving you a playful wink. You grinned at her, her attitude helped ease the tension that hide in the bass of the song that shook the room.

2:45 AM -

The club was full, they stopped letting people in about an hour ago, they were beyond capacity. The walls of the club felt as if they stretched to accommodate the large amount of people that had covered the floor. The two girls that had followed the group around like a pair of lost puppies, had stood up and started to dance with each other. It was more than clear their intentions were to get kook riled up, but the bored look on his face made you believe he was anything but aroused.

“Joonie,” his name was sloppy on your lips.

He gazed down at you, his eyes fondly regarding your small frame beside him, “Y/N-ie?” He teased.

“Where’s the bathroom?” You ignored the heat that filled your cheeks.

“Near the back, you’ll see the sign,” he slid out of the booth, allowing you to shimmy your way out.

He patted his chest, your fingers appreciating the muscles that hardened under your touch. Your feet carried you through the crowd, apologizing to every person, chair and table you accidentally bumped into. The bathroom was empty, and the sound of the music was bleeding through the cracks of the door, but stopped the further you got into the bathroom. You welcomed the quiet gladly, finding your way into a stall. You plopped down after wiggling from your skirt. You rested your elbow in your knee, leaning your chin into your hand, exhaling loudly. You hadn’t realized just how tired you were until the music was no longer keeping you awake. You were not a night owl, you liked your sleep, but you knew you would have to make a sacrifice or two for this job.

You weren’t quite sure how long you had been in the bathroom, dozing off. It was the sound of loud yelling that had warned you it was time to get up and head back to the table. You finished in the stall before you stepped out to wash your hands, catching a glimpse of the exhausted lines that were buried under the dark circles of your eyes. You dried your hands, no longer wanting to look at the girl in the mirror. You pushed the door open, letting it swing out. You were shocked to see a full on fight happening between the bar and back door, which you so happened to be near. Fist we’re flying faster than people were being broken up, and you were being forced against the mental door of the bathroom, a wall of people getting closer and closer to you. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that if you didn’t see a punch coming that it wouldn’t hurt as bad.

You felt your head start to swim with the multiple drinks you had used to drown your worries. In hindsight, that probably wasn’t the best idea you’ve had. Your legs has begun to buckle under the weight of your tired and inebriated body. You felt someone shove into you, making your eyes shoot open. Your vision was far too blurry for you to fully comprehend what was in front of you, but it looked like two men absolutely obliterating each other. The sound of knuckle kissing someone’s jaw was sickening. You squealed, trying to raise your hands to get yourself as far away from them as possible.

“I got you,” You heard a voice, before you felt someone’s arms around you, hiding you in their chest.

Realistically, you probably should have checked to see who it was, but you wanted out of there and you wanted out now.

“Hey, Y/N. Are you okay?” The voice asked, placing his hands on your cheeks, pushing your head up so he could look at you.

“I-I’m okay, but I just want out,” you balled their shirt in your fists, pulling yourself closer to them.

The man knelt down, wrapping their arms around the back of your knees, lifting you with ease. You fell over their shoulder, arms dangling down their back. Your finger tips would occasionally brush over the skin of his lower back. You were trying your hardest to stay conscious, but your lids were heavy. You were losing the fight to keep yourself awake. You finally felt the sudden cold air, letting you know you were outside. Immediately, you started to feel better. The chill was sobering you up nicely, but it didn’t help with how drowsy you were.

“Holy shit, is she okay?” You caught the familiar voice asking whoever was carrying you.

“Yeah. I think she’s pretty drunk though. You should take her, she’s not my responsibility,” the other voice was bitter as he spoke.

“Joon,” You croaked, trying to push yourself up from the body that had you secured.

“How did you manage to get yourself in this predicament. I left you alone for ten minutes,” he laughed, slipping his arms around your body, taking you from grasp of your hero.

“Thank you, who ever you are,” you mumbled, turning into namjoons embrace.

-

The car ride was quiet for the first half, but finally someone cleared their throat. You had your head in Namjoons lap, one arm looped around his leg.

“You said you weren’t going to save her,” Joon said, and you swore you could hear a smug smirk.

“Well, what else was I going to do? Let her get hit? I didn’t need that on my conscious,” Jungkook murmured.

“You were clearly her night and shining armor tonight, kook. She is your responsibility. If you didn’t fuck up so much, she wouldn’t need to be around. She wouldn’t need be saved. You wouldn’t have needed to her hero.” Namjoons voice raised ever so slightly, a quick change of his demeanor.

-

The early morning sun soaked the sheets of the bed you were staying in. Your eyes split open slightly, trying to take in your surroundings, which wasn’t much. The walls were bare, and there was only two night stands decorating the cold room. You pressed the heels of your palms into the mattress, propping yourself up from your laying position. Your eyes finally focus, and you catch a glimpse of Jungkook looking at you through the crack of his bedroom door. You blink once, and he’s gone. Were you losing your mind? You buried your face in your hands, groaning quietly once you began to assess the thudding headache that filled your head like the music from last night. You didn’t even hear Jungkook enter the room, which made you jump when he set down a glass of water on the side table next your side of the bed.

“I hope you feel better,” he says quietly, his eyes barely peaking from the fan of his lashes.

Just as quickly as he had entered, he was gone. He left you in his room, all alone. You glanced over at the table where your water and two Advil’s sat. What had you gotten yourself into.

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Bad Time For A Good Time -

Jungkook x Reader, Namjoon x Reader.

Chapter 4: The babysitter.

Warning: Swearing.

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Jeon Jungkook is the ultimate bachelor; guarded, angry, rich, body count that puts the numeric system to shame, and aimless - what else could a girl want? You’ve been working in the same dead end job, hoping it would get you somewhere. You finally have your foot in the door, and the person you need to win over is slamming your foot out. What can you do?

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We can dance if you want to

Last time

Minthe: What are you doing here?

Cerberus growled softly seeing Minthe but at Persephone’s touch he quiets.

Persephone: I could ask that same to you. Is Hades in ?

Persephone attempted to peer around Minthe but she shifted her person blocking Persphone’s view inside.

Minthe: Hades being here or not is none of your business. Let’s stop beating around the bush since You seem like a smart one. Hades is my man and the sooner you realize that the better.

Persephone’s head tilted slightly as she listened to Minthe.

Persephone: I had already figured out you had some jealous tendencies after I saw the lovely face you made when I was carried by Hades out of Tartarus. Unlike you though I can do things without hidden motives. I just came here to bring Cerberus home.

Minthe glanced at the dog her lip curling in disgust.

Minthe: So you were the dognapper all along ? Why am I not surprised. Trying to work him by using his dog as an in? Hoping he will be grateful and become puddy in your hands. Ha! I know all the games you might try and play. A rookie like you can’t compete against me. Sure he might humor you once because the packaging is nice but girls like you are good for a romp and not much more.

Cerberus started growling again deeper and louder this time his hackles rolling forward forcing Persephone to grab at his collar with her free hand trying to hold him back. ‘Hold my collar else I am going to eat this bitch’

Persephone: You can think what you want Minthe. I am not playing games and especially not with you. I am going to return Cerberus whether you like it or not.

Cerberus growled and suddenly lunged towards Minthe making her stumble back in surprise and straight into the chest of the man they had been talking about .

Hades wrapped his hands around Minthe’s shoulder to steady her and brought her back to rights. Eyes moving to Cerberus he gave a quick command making Cerberus snap to attention and promptly sit down all aggression ceased.

Hades: The wayward hound has found his way home. I take it I have you to thank for his delivery Kore.”

Persephobe shook her head

Persephone : No thanks needed had I known you were worried I would have brought him back sooner.

Minthe saw an opportunity in the exchange between Hades and Persephone to redeem herself for her earlier callous attitude with the regards to flea bag.

Minthe: Of course you should have! You should be ashamed! Hades was worried sick! He lost nearly a whole day of work because you didn’t think! These dogs are our babies for Helios’s sake!

Persephone looked down ashamed her grip tightening on the dog bowl as Minthe laid into her. Minthe’s smirk grew as her lecture went on enjoying seeing Persephone curl in on herself like a flower at nightime. Her satisfaction was short lived though as the party behind her was not pleased at all.

Hades had heard some of the conversation between the two before he had made himself know and had tried to dismiss it from his thoughts. Seeing Minthe tear into Kore like a hungry lioness he could no longer stand by in silence.

Hades: ENOUGH!

Both women started in surprise at his outburst Minthe turning to him with a raised brow about to question his decision to cut her off until she saw the anger simmering in his eyes.

Minthe: But Hades I was just ..

Hades: I said enough and I meant it. You should know how much I despise a breach in hospitality. Kore is my guest and your attacks are an insult to me.

Minthe cursed a streak in her mind. She had screwed up hard this time and she wasn’t sure she could talk her way out of this one easily.

Minthe: I .. I was just upset and let my feelings get the better of me.

Hades: Well to avoid your feelings causing you to further insult my guest I think you should go home. You have helped me enough today.

Minthe blinked in shock. Was he dismissing her ?! In front of Persephone!? Not wanting to push her luck and anger him further she nodded her head in acquiescence to his request.

Minthe: I apologize for the insult I have brought to your home. I will go and see you tomorrow.

Stepping in she moved to give Hades a kiss goodbye wanting to drive home to Persephone that even if they fought they were still an item but Hades pulled back turning away from her the side glare he gave her sending a strong and clear message that her kisses were not wanted at that time.

Ears falling back in anger and disappointment she made her exit deciding to walk off the rage she felt building up as she waited on her charioteer to arrive. Persephone had won this round but over her dead body would she win the war!

For a few moments Persephone and Hades stand on the stoop awkwardly before Hades speaks up breaking the silence between them.

Hades: Sorry about Minthe. She pretty much has two speeds calm and intense. Can I invite you in for some coffee or something ? I feel like if I don’t the furries might be visiting me for the poor reception you received tonight . I really don’t need another citation.

Persephone was relieved that he had broken the awkward silence as she had been at a loss at what to say after witnessing their lovers spat.

Persephone: Ciitation for your hospitality? And you questioned why I called your a scoundrel. I guess I will save you, coffee would be nice.

Hades lead the way into his home leading Persephone to the back patio off from the kitchen . Going back into the the kitchen he made them both a cup of coffee . As he stepped out from the shadow of the house he was momentarily caught off guard at the vision of Persephibe bathed in moonlight with Cerberus’’ head nuzzled into her lap. It was breathtaking sight. She looked otherworldly in the soft glow but exuded a strange peaceful sadness at the same time.

Not wanting to get caught staring he continued walking to the small patio table setting the cups on the table before taking a seat for himself.

Hades: So how is school and the internship going for you?

Persephone shrugged scratching behind Cerberus’ ears. What did she say to these questions? That 90% of her classmates thought she was sleeping with him. That her scholarship might disappear like a lightening flash if Hestia discovered she was no longer a virgin.

Persephone : Fine. School is easy so far. With the regards to the internship it seems interesting but I am still trying to get my bearings.

Hades: It will get easier. You are a woman of many hidden talents after all.

Persephone smiled politely over the rim of her coffee cup at his compliment and their chatter continued on for awhile Hades asking about her living situation and roommate and Persephone responding with more vague comments too afraid to be honest as she didn’t wish to fall apart in front of him.

Hades could tell that she was hiding something. The aura of sadness that seemed brought on by the moonlight had not faded. He wanted to pry and get her to open up to him but he couldn’t. He had already made the decision that he would keep his distance and leave everything strictly professional between them. For a few minutes they just sat in silence the only sound heard being the normal symphony of night creatures.

As the minutes ticked by Persphone guilt grew. She came to the realization that Hades had been made to initiate all of the conversation they had that evening. Wishing to amend this she quickly tried to think of something to ask him.

Persephone: Are you doing well? You look really tired .

Hades was momentarily caught of guard by the rather direct question. He looked tired? How should he answer that? The truth was he was exhausted but he couldn’t say that. Saying that would only lead to more questions and those were questions he wasn’t prepared to answer. The charade that he called a relationship would hardly be a subject he should or could discuss with Kore. Besides he had resolved to work things out not matter how difficult it might be. Nothing worth anything was easy after all. Needing to lighten the mood he forced a laugh waving her concern off.

Hades: I think my runaway is completely to blame for these dark circles. I most assuredly got in all my steps today thanks to him.

Cerberus huffed at the accusation rolling his eyes at his Master’s pathetic cover up and the silence quickly returned between them .

Persephone seemed miles away her face upturned to the night sky seemingly entranced by the moonlight as Hades watched her. Suddenly a lone tear rolled down her check surprising Hades. He never thought crying could look beautiful but it seemed Kore had powers beyond compare.

Persephone was feeling a million things at once. Fear, lonilness, anger, regret, sadness and many other emptiness were waging war inside her. Strangely the emotions got even stronger when she thought of Hades. She didn’t even know what she wanted from him but she felt like whatever they might be or could have was falling down around her.

Hades: Kore what is wrong ?

The sound of Hades voice snapped her out of her daze and feeling the moisture on her cheek she quickly turned her face away.

Persephone: N-Nothing. I just remembered I have a lot of class work still to do tonight I should go. Thank your hospitality!

Not waiting to allow him time to stop her Persephone quickly stood from her chair taking off at a sprint , that Artemis herself would find impressive, out of the side yard before Cerberus and Hades could make a move to stop her.

Hades stood to follow her genuinely concerned by her sudden deperature but he stopped realizing that he had no business following her. She obviously wished to be alone. His instincts screamed at him to go after her but he fought them down. He had no claim on her.

Cerrbus looked up at Hades eyes narrowing in accusation with a silent question of what did you do?

Ruffling Cerberus’s ears Hades sighed as he moved to pick up the cups and head back inside.

Hades: Your guess is as good as mine boy with regards to what just happened . I just hope she is really going to be okay. I hate to see her so sad.

Cerberus whined in agreement following him inside. The last thought on Hades mind later the night as he started to nod off was the hope that Kore would be in better spirits and she would find peace with whatever was weighing so heavily on her mind .

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#4 - Boss!

Context: Sarcastic, ambitious, slightly aggressive, creative and caffeine-addicted CEO manages her business and falls in love, featuring:

Heroine: Risk-taker, smart enough to hire people to do the things she can’t (or doesn’t want to do), gets sh-- done and done well. Drinks too much coffee and does not know what work-life-balance is.

Barista: Peppy, optimistic, concerned for CEO’s general health and well-being. Chameleon.

PR Lawyer: Not paid nearly enough. Perennially exasperated. All to often CEO’s DD. Responsible.

Chairman of the board: hotshot venture capitalist with an attitude. Super alike to CEO which is why they bang heads a lot. Never smiles--just smirks. A lot.

Flaky model: Hired to promote new product, floating breezily through life like the blessed flower child they are. 

Chef: Grump with a heart of gold, has CEO’s takeout order ready (with extra veggies because girl, vitamins)

Preschool teacher neighbor: Actual hufflepuff, single parent, has the work-life balance stuff figured out.

Personal trainer: Doer of things. Does not judge. 

Supporting cast!: Possibly-evil-but-also-awesome administrative assistant, smarmy parent company vultures, cool-tempered CIO, quick-tempered CFO, ex-beauty pageant marketing employee/ally, ex-girlfriend bartender

The Heroine (MC)

CEO MC: Never gets enough sleep, which makes her sarcastic but is also semi her own fault given the amount of caffeine she consumes. Sort of obsessive about long-term planning, unwaveringly believes that a company’s value comes from its employees and will choose them over shareholder dividends every time. Determined to run an ethical company even if it means it’s not the most profitable company. Super duper Type A – aggressive and fearless because she has to be. Sometimes really just wants a cupcake in her hand and a cat in her lap, but then she’s bored and goes back to business planning. Creative risk-taker, decent negotiator. Smart enough to know where she needs help and hire people who can do the things she can’t (or, more to the point, doesn’t want to do). Gets back up every time. Will definitely fight you. Might feel bad about it later but only if someone reminds her it happened.

Love Interests

The BARISTA: Peppy, optimist (or so MC thinks) but it turns out they actually switch up their personality depending on who they’re serving (sometimes they are the chill, hipster philosopher, sometimes they are the rude New York get-it-done eye roller, etc.) actually somewhere in the middle of it all – but really IS an optimist despite themselves. Kind of slippery and hard to pin down. Big family, used to being what their other siblings/parents need from them. Fairly certain CEO MC is headed for an early heart attack with the amount of espresso she imbibes. Probably an author. Maybe an ex-broadway personjust because. IDK.

The PR LAWYER: Worked-three-jobs-put-self-through-college story. Patience, tact, good at calming people down. Detail oriented, a little fussy about appearances. Perennially exasperated by CEO (Please don’t promise to have a cure for cancer In the next three years with no data to back it up. No, you can’t punch the reporter for being a dick. Look, I know you WANT to donate 100% of proceeds to charity but please pick a friendlier one than ‘punch reporters in the face foundation’ that’s not gonna fly) never gets enough sleep. Has a key to MC’s house so they can come yell at her for making their life difficult at whatever hour of the night she insists on doing so. Is on MC’s speed-dial, which means they also get called to DD, though they’d rather not.

FLAKY MODEL(s?): Trust fund kid? Pretty face? Floats through life? The sort of person who will get on the wrong subway train and then just ride it all day people-watching never mind that they had an appointment six hours ago. Pose with a boa constrictor? Sure, as long as it’s being treated humanely. Tarantula on the face? Awwww, it’s fuzzyyyyy. No filter, no worries. Probably drags CEO MC along on a Caribbean shoot and PR Lawyer has to call and yell because that does not look good, okay? And poor MC is like, I thought we were getting a drink and model is like WE ARE we are getting tropical coconut water from the SOURCE here oh wait I don’t know how to drink out of a coconut…who knows why they are attracted to CEO MC, probably because she’s there and sticks around and no one else does. Human puppy dog.

CHAIRMAN OF THE BOARD: young hotshot venture capitalist, thinks CEO MC is a bleeding heart (your employees do not need that many sick days, lost productivity blah blah blah why do we need a daycare onsite that’s a waste of shareholder money), kind of a math whiz, naturally lucky, doesn’t get along with family (gambling problem in the fam – which manifests in him in investment risks and unresolved issues) butts heads constantly with MC, frequently tries to get her fired – in part because his attempts to do so get her fired up and she does great things, which ultimately is better for the company than when she’s just doing her normal ‘good’ job. She is going to be royally ticked when she figures that out. Manipulative, but relatively benign under it all. The sort of person who smirks instead of smiles. All the time.

CHEF FROM HER FAVORITE RESTAURANT: Also a CEO though on smaller scale, because, running a restaurant IS running a business. Probably under the impression CEO MC is actually like, a graduate student with no money because she tends to get takeout at weird hours. Gruff, grumpy, abrupt, but heart of gold. Basically—will grumble about you coming in late but will add extra veggies to your pasta because you’re looking a little pale and need the nutrients and if you call them on it will snarl that they had to be used up they were going bad and he wasn’t going to waste extra, expensive, PROTEIN on you. (MC asks them out and then realizes the only nice restaurant she knows is the one the chef owns)

PRESCHOOL TEACHER: JUST A DECENTLY NICE PERSON. Checks in to make sure MC has eaten regularly, staying hydrated, needs anything fixed around the house (she can do her own plumbing but doesn’t like the electrical and hey it’s nice to have company). Good with kids. Maybe divorced and wanted them but ex-spouse didn’t? idk. Calm, not easily ruffled, sweet as pie, except when he’s playing video games and suddenly MC understands how he can get through the day without any aggression – he unleashes it on fictional zombies. Blissfully normal, all things considered.

PERSONAL TRAINER: “fine, whatever, EAT THE DANG CHEESE if you’re just going to ignore my nutritional advice we’re doing ten more reps” athletic, happiest when DOING versus saying or reading or sitting. Not as impulsive as you’d guess at first glance, because they tend to use working out as a meditative time to make decisions. Didn’t finish college because they realized they just didn’t enjoy it, but they did enjoy working with student athletes, which is how they got into training. Enviably fit. Wants to expand the gym so wheedles business advice out of MC in exchange for not harassing her about her tendency to drink coffee instead of water (she insists it has water IN it, it should count) not particularly intimidated by her, which is a pleasant change of pace.

Supporting Cast (non LIs)

ADMINISTRATIVE ASSISTANT: Keeps MC sane, has her back, schedules everything. Good at details, even better at smiling at angry people and making them not-angry through sheer force of sunny personality (actually a ruse, MC is convinced she’s actually the most delightfully evil person ever, but like some kind of fairy tale where when you acknowledge the thing it goes away, refuses to ever dive into figuring out). Older than the MC because we need to stop making middle aged women invisible in stories?? Sometimes has to remind MC of how much she does by holding silent protests (in part why MC thinks she is secretly a supervillain in the making) which are always, always successful.

PARENT COMPANY ADMIN ASSISTANT: Bane of MC’s existence. Smarmy, smily pain in the tush.

CFO: We have put in an official request with the company credit card management to start declining purchases at that coffee shop you go to, no this is not negotiable, it’s not in the budget anymore drink so darn water woman. Completely willing to go toe-to-toe with MC, meetings often involve a lot of yelling, but they’re always productive and no hard feelings.

CIO: Serpent-y, but not in a bad way. Just a very cool-tempered person, very contained, very guarded, very introverted. Never happy when she has to do presentations, so super willing to share knowledge with MC so she does it instead (she is not a great teacher, kind of judgey and shows her frustration when MC doesn’t ‘get’ it right away, but very brilliant, and there’s no malice in the judgement, just no filter). Extremely logic-oriented and process-oriented over people-oriented. Picks up and assess tech very quickly, and good at finding affordable, fast solutions.

RANDOM MARKETING EMPLOYEE: Set up to be a villain but is actually like gung-ho on MC’s side. Literally an ex pageant queen, went to college on scholarship from it. Out of the workforce for awhile as a stay at home mom when her kids were young, but picks up the new trends fast. Now a single mother, so will literally fight the chairman if he tries to take away the company daycare. Some days uses the ‘people see a pretty face and assume no brain’ to her advantage, some days it wears her out. Unofficially drinking buddy with MC, even though they both feel weird about it given the fact MC is technically boss’s boss’s boss.

BARTENDER: also an ex-girlfriend maybe? Current best friend? Who she turns to when the barista cuts her off from coffee and the chef’s restaurant is already closed. Sharp-tongued, bristly, generally disgusted with MC’s six inch heels and slacks in her leather-jacket, cigar smoke bar. Like lady, you’re lost. Probably on the mob payroll at some point in her life.

ROUTE PLOTS:

(Chairman route?) MERGER – company has just bought another company, which is a major risk move for CEO (can only be one, so do you keep the old one on as a VP? Do you let them go? Will they be bitter/try to sabotage you?) you have to fend off internal sabotage, get everything running smoothly without either company falling apart in the process.  

(PR Lawyer route?) Parent company did something massively shady and it’s tainting your company���s name too, so you have to scrounge to avoid having to fire half your employees and keep the company alive.

(Model route?) New product launch – hence why models are entering the picture. It’s a new business venture in the sense it’s targeted at a completely new audience your company hasn’t catered to before.

(Personal Trainer route?) Company is in its infancy, hugely risky time, and you’re doing everything you can to ensure it’s a success  (maybe including putting your own salary back into it, which means you can’t afford PT so they agree to work with you as long as you give them business advice)

FROM @han-pan- they keep trying to buy new retail space for the gym and MC keeps buying it instead because it’s SUCH GOOD PROPERTY and they sort of exasperatedly are like ugh fine whatever you owe me since you keep swiping prime spots out from under my nose

See the rest here

#otome #otome plot #otome overview #otome summary #overview #plot #summary #4 #boss

[gaiatheorist]

Daddy Issues.

The idea here was to write about ‘something else’, to clear my tangled mind of all of the hugely impactive peripheral issues floating in my atmosphere right now. It’s not going to work, and no quantity of “That is in the past.” or “I broke that cycle.” can blase-away the fact that a deeply dysfunctional development skewed my life into what it is now.

They and them, and this and that caused me to develop into what I am, an unemployed, 41 year old she-ish thing sitting typing into a knackered old Chromebook, with loads of keys missing, mainly on the left side, so I have to keep correcting typos, where I think I’ve hit the key with my dead hand, and it turns out I haven’t. That’s a literal observation, but also a fitting metaphor, a damaged person, using an unfit for purpose tool, to the best of their limited ability, in a tenacious-draining attempt to just keep functioning.

It’s not the ponies, and the foreign holidays, and the ‘stuff’, of course there’s a niggle that my eldest half-sister was given a house, and my younger one is undertaking her second degree at Oxford, interspersed with exotic holidays, when I’ve never even held a passport. I chose this path, I willingly elected to remove myself from their lives, I can’t resent them their indulgences, because I was the one who opted out of those spheres.  

There was no real drama to me ‘running away from home’ at the age of 18, no screaming rows and flouncing out, I’d been spending increasingly longer periods of time at the boyfriend’s house, one night in October 1995, I just didn’t ever go back home. He’d given me a Yale key, and told me the combination of outside-lights-on that mean his ex-girlfriend was there, and I ought to walk another lap around the block until she was gone. That’s a weird thing to remember, that if the outside light was left on, his ex was there to walk the dogs, and I was to stay out of sight, like dirty laundry. I was his rebound from her, they’d separated, after 11 years, in the July or August, I met him in the August, and I’d fully moved in by the October. For a few months, I was a shadow-thing, second-best, in hindsight, he might have held out hopes for a reconciliation with his ex, familiar ground and such, he always did prefer the easy option. I’m not easy.     

It wasn’t as ‘planned’ as the time I was going to leave sixth form, and take a job in a pharmacy in town, renting a room from a friend’s boyfriend. It wasn’t as dramatic as the time I was going to leave and live in my boyfriend’s grandma’s spare room, in the house where the gas and electric meters kept running out. My mother physically attacked me that time, screaming at me that I wasn’t taking THAT because she’d paid for it, dragging my clothes out of the bin-liners I was cramming them into, and tearing out a fair-sized chunk of my hair, when I just continued stuffing things back into bags. I needed to be out of there, for both of us, for all of us, we’ve since acknowledged that our respective ‘escapes’ from our fathers and families were more similar than either of us wanted to admit. We’re more different than we are similar, but, in a way, I also ‘jumped into bed with the first man that would have me.’ 

Her father was a monster. He was a paedophile, and he’s the grain of sand at the core of my oyster of not-telling, and not-asking-for-help. Why ask for help when there isn’t any, why change situations to protect others, when that takes away all of your own protection? I broke that cycle, I ‘saved’ my half sister and female cousins. Yes, I destroyed the family, but a family based on secrets and lies is worse than a fractured one. (Weird side-thought, I’m the only one of my siblings and cousins with a male child, I might have protected those girls, too, he’s dead, he died during his prison term, but his wife is still alive. If I hadn’t spoken out when I did there are at least five girl-children that might have been placed in his bed.) 

Her out-of-the-frying-pan was more obviously abusive. My father, not quite a monster, was violently unstable, and emotionally controlling. Bruises and scars fade in time, but the memories of emotional and psychological abuse are always there, temporal trip-wires, ready for the next trigger. My father, and her father, are the reasons I’ll never work in certain industries. Un-pretty-ing myself is a defensive mechanism, protecting me from some predators, and reducing the risk of being accused of being a try-hard slut, who will never be pretty, even under three inches of make-up. I’m content in combats and a ponytail, I don’t feel any need to paint myself pretty, but part of that links back to my father constantly berating and belittling any early attempts at femininity in me. I am clumsy, not graceful, and I’m never going to be a classic beauty, I accept these facts, but my non-binary, middle-ground ‘aesthetic’ rules out most customer-facing work. Cheers, Dad. 

Years of very hard work have enabled me to mostly disable my flinch-reflex. I’m one of the dead-behind-the-eyes types of abused children, rather than one of the hides-under-a-table types. My mother and father were both physically violent to my brother and I, so we learned the dead-response, our parents wanted the gratification of a reaction, and the two of us were already so emotionally messed up that denying the reaction was the only power-play we had. We would probably have had a lot less beatings and broken-things if we’d rolled over and showed our bellies, but we turned into resistant rock-children, unresponsive to the battering and berating, to frustrate our parents. Cheers, Dad, I can now stand face-to-face with violent and aggressive individuals, and keep my body language and tone of voice neutral. 

My father was unreliable, and unpredictable. When we still lived with him, there was no indication whether he would pick up his mandolin, and sing a nonsense-song with us, or backhand-slap us for no apparent reason. There were giddy-good times, but they were always tinged with the trepidation that we might do something bad, and set him off into a rage. We were never the reason for his rage, he was just mentally unstable, but that existence, coupled with the Catholic upbringing, caused behavioural shifts in my brother and I. He’s more ‘outward’, more hedonistic, more careless, he is more settled now, but for quite a long time, he lived a what’s-the-worst-that-can-happen sort of life, dangerous behaviours and risk-taking. I’m the other end of the spectrum, everything I ever do has to be risk-assessed to the nth degree, I’m incredibly self-limiting, and that probably has impacted on my mental health. (Piss off, well-meaning articles about the importance of an active social life, my Daddy Issues have really screwed up all of my human interaction.) 

Not wanting to ‘set off’ my father, and being hip-deep in the slurry of Catholic guilt complexes, I became a timid, invisible thing, so worried about being ‘caught’ and punished, constantly on-edge. That constant, all-encompassing paranoia tips your ‘normal’ anxiety response, being on-guard all the time for what other people might do to you doesn’t leave much energy spare for ‘yourself’. I never really built a sense of identity as a child, my adolescence was spent raising my half-sister, because I’d had the temerity to do away with my mother’s free childminders, so there wasn’t much time for exploration and development. I frustrate people-trying-to-help, when they ask me what I ‘enjoy’ doing, what I do ‘for myself’, because I can’t answer. Outside of a very strictly limited range of activities, I don’t know what makes me ‘happy.’ (I’ve just looked at Facebook, my younger half-sister is in Thailand, I’m sure she knows what makes her happy.)  Thanks, Dad, for having so much ego of your own that I skipped that step entirely, and became a different kind of doormat to my mother. That malleable need-to-please suits some people, but it never really sat easily with me. The little girls who grow up being told how nice and pretty they are seem to continue to seek that affirmation as women, it was something I’d never had, so I’ve never ‘missed’ it as such. I know I’m not ‘ugly’ or ‘stupid’, or any of the other things he called me, but that ‘cutting off’ behaviour is hard-wired, I don’t seek meaningful bonds with people because they might turn out to treat me like he did, and I piss people off with my ‘get the first one in’ self-deprecation. (Bored of telling professionals “I’m being facetious.” when I mock my disability and such.) 

My mother left him. I don’t know how many attempts she had made previously, but there were a lot of blood-and-snot-and-dufflecoats-over-pyjamas midnight car trips to stay with friends of hers for a few days. Children normalise events, ‘most’ people would be traumatised by those escape-flights, I suppose we were, until they became our ‘normal.’  I was seven, and my brother five, when we started having to sit very quietly in the waiting room of the solicitors. We looked at houses, and there was very little said about Dad not moving with us. She moved back to the village where her parents lived, and, for a little while, we were a single-parent-family, with Dad not paying the maintenance money on time, and either turning up, or not, to take my brother and I to his house at weekends. When he did bother to turn up, there were arguments, there never seemed to be any food in at his house, and he’d just bugger off and do his own thing all weekend, leaving my brother and I in the house. He started to lock us in after someone complained about us running feral, and he started to unplug the phone from the wall when we’d phone our mother to say he’d locked us in again. The overnight access stopped, there were more rows about the maintenance money, and we ended up going to the ‘Education Office’ for school uniforms, coats, and shoes, you could tell the other children in similar predicaments, because there were only two kinds of coat available, the better-off kids used to yell “Edjo!” at us. The lesson I learned from that was that people, in general, are untrustworthy. So I don’t trust people. There is always food in my house when I have my son here, and most of it isn’t the horrible cheap-tasting freezer-shop rubbish my mother used to buy, for convenience, because she worked long shifts, and because she was a genuinely awful cook. 

The single-parent-family thing lasted a couple of years. Mum-got-a-boyfriend before Dad-met-a-lady, with hindsight, they both reverted to pattern, she found a violent alcoholic, and he latched onto a quiet mouse of a thing, who wouldn’t say shit if she had a mouth full of it. My brother and I didn’t like the new man, we were already both damaged enough not to want to ‘bond’ with this stranger in double-denim who had moved into ‘our’ space. Our ‘normal’ wasn’t his ‘normal’, we had been raised in chaos and squalor, he had been raised by a mother with very exacting standards of behaviour and housekeeping. From the familiar, disordered squalor of living with a mother who vacuumed the downstairs carpets once a week, and was so lax with the laundry that we grew out of anything at the bottom of the laundry basket before it was washed, to new rules. Stupid rules, like slippers indoors, and dishes put away as soon as they were washed and dried. Those rules made no sense to us, because we’d never known them. We didn’t like him, and then he started hitting our Mum. He battered her, we’d been there before, we’d phone the police, and chase him out of the house, and lock the doors. (Back then, the police wouldn’t ‘interfere with a domestic’, but if they had a drunk and disorderly causing a public disturbance outside, they had to do something, my brother and I were street-smart.)   

She didn’t learn, one of the many reasons I don’t really have a relationship with her. We, her children, would try to protect her, because she wouldn’t protect herself. She always took him back. 

He battered my mother, he attacked my brother more than once, but never laid a hand on me. I like to play fierce on that one, to pretend he sensed the fire in me, but I suspect he just knew how the police would view him assaulting a young girl/woman. 

I couldn’t live there, with that, I made sporadic attempts to get out before I eventually did, and inherited a new ‘father’, whilst creating another.  Too fast, too young, too much, “I want to give you babies” was a line from a Pulp song we’d puppy-love say to each other. His reaction when I showed him the pregnancy test was the reason I only ever bore one. (Fairly certain that a student who passed through the school I used to work in was his daughter, though. That’s a different story.) 

I gained a functional-patriarchal father-in-law. Christ, we’ve butted heads over the years, we’re both obtuse. I’m stronger, and faster, and taller, and leaner than all of his various daughters, step-daughters, and daughters-in-law, he didn’t understand me, he didn’t try to, he tried to feed me cake, to make me soft, and compliant. Not my style.  He had some very rigid ideas of what females should, and should not do, we ‘should’ work in shops, or be nurses, and wear nice blouses, we ‘should not’ be capable of independent thought, or ever challenge the authority of a superior testicularly endowed person. You can imagine how that worked out, along with the “Here, lass, you can’t lift that, I’ll get it!”, and such. That was his way, and he was set in it, there was no point in me trying to change him, but my son has seen me tense and clenched-of-jaw enough times to know what I object to. 

My son. I made a child, and, in doing so, made my ex into a father, apparently ahead of his schedule, but my reproductive system is very badly damaged, I didn’t know if I’d ever conceive and carry again, so I took that one chance. I’ve reflected back frequently, over the last couple of days, since Fathers Day, about how the ex ‘parented’ our son. He didn’t. That was ‘my’ job, because he’d been raised to think so. Aside from the biological fact that I breast-fed the tit-limpet for a year and a day, and that my body was slowly recovering from childbirth, I can’t see a biological distinction to validate the weird division of everything. (I’ll gloss over the fact that I had such massive post-natal depression that I was hallucinating, and shaved my head, but continued zombie-ing on, with a forced smile, because ‘at least he is not ginger!’)  The ex “couldn’t” change nappies, because the wipes, the bags, and the nappy-tapes were “meant for women’s hands.” Obviously, he couldn’t breast-feed, but he didn’t pick up the midnight-screaming ‘grub’ either, he never learned the subtle differences in ‘hungry’, ‘wet’, ‘soiled’, and ‘attention, please’ cries, they were all just an elbow in my ribs until I made them stop, with my weird woman-magic. 

He didn’t like to handle ‘the grub’, he said he felt that the baby was too small, too fragile, for his man-hands. I may as well have existed in the 1950s, where children were strapped to the woman until school-age. (There’s a ‘Dinosaurs’ aside, the boy didn’t call him ‘Dad’ for years, we were ‘Mum’, and ‘My Mum.’) He was a Saturday-Dad, except Saturdays were band-days, I worked on Sundays, so, after Sunday lunch at the in-laws, he’d take the small one to the park in town, where he said he “Felt like one of those Dads with weekend access.”, hmm, I wonder how you could change that? As the boy grew, nothing much changed, I was responsible for him, and the house, and the ex. The ex was ‘emotionally absent’, some computer game, some TV show, some band practice, he never taught the child to ride a bike, or lace a pair of boots, because he was always ‘busy’, or ‘tired’. I have taught the boy many, many things, but it hurt my heart a little to have to ask the ex to show him how to shave, that’s something I couldn’t teach him. 

I have had some incredibly bad examples of fathering, and I married a man who didn’t fancy getting involved with the process. Fathers Day is awkward for me, because I can’t join in on the love-fest. I have Daddy Issues. 

[daddyslittlejuliet]

4 Dog Sounds and What They Mean

Living with dogs means constantly living with sound. From the click-click of paws on wooden floors to the dying squeaks of a toy being destroyed to the occasional odd thump. Add that to other common dog sounds — like barking, howling, whining and growling, to name a few — and you’ve got a whole lot of noise.

Have you ever wondered what those different dog sounds mean? Let’s take a look at the most popular sounds dogs make, find out what they mean and why dogs make these sounds.

Dog Barking — Why Do Dogs Bark?

Why do dogs bark? Photography by 1905hkn/istock.

Dogs bark. It’s kind of their thing. They do it for a number of reasons though, as Dogster author Sassafras Lowrey writes in her article, Why Do Dogs Bark? Reasons Dogs Bark and How to Stop Excessive Dog Barking.

“Dogs bark if they are anxious, excited, bored and seeking attention, or in response to other dogs,” she writes. “Researchers at Eotvos Lorand University, and the Hungarian Academy of Sciences in Budapest, Hungary, studied the way that people interpret and understand dog vocalizations. They found that low-pitched vocalizations tend to indicate that a dog feels threatened or upset, whereas high-pitched sounds tend to mean a dog wants to engage with someone or something. However, long, high-pitched sounds might mean a dog is anxious or fearful.”

Dog Howling — Who Do Dogs Howl?

There’s nothing quite like the sight of a dog throwing back his head and letting out a deep, long howl like he’s reconnecting with the wolf inside him.

So, why do dogs howl? The reason for this dog sound are many, as explained in the Dogster article, Why Do Dogs Howl? 5 Reasons. It could be that your dog is howling for the same reasons his wild cousins do: To announce his location to the pack; to tell others to stay away because this is his territory; to vocalize pain. Some dogs also howl to attract attention to themselves or because they’re lonely. And some dogs hear howling, and like to join in, like in the video above.

And, of course, a lot of dogs howl whenever they hear sirens. It’s hard to say why, but it seems almost universal, like they know something is wrong when the sirens go by.

Dog Whining — Why Do Dogs Whine?

Why do dogs whine? Photography ©damedeeso | iStock / Getty Images Plus.

Just like other dog vocalizations, dog whining occurs for a few different reasons. A lot of dogs whine when they’re in pain, according to the Dogster article, Ask a Vet: Why is My Dog Whining All the Time? Usually a dog whining from pain is temporary. However, any long-term whining might happen because your dog is bored or anxious. As veterinarian Dr. Eric Barchas writes, “Other possible causes include fear or anxiety, excitement… certain metabolic or glandular disruptions, exposure to toxic substances, neurological problems and cognitive changes.”

Since the reasons dogs whine are so vast and might be related to pain or neurological problems, it’s important to figure out why your dog is whining. Is it because he’s bored, or is something wrong and he needs a trip to the vet? Look for other signs in your environment to give you clues. For example, if your dog is whining and shoving his chewed-up tennis ball onto your lap, that probably doesn’t warrant a trip to the vet. Redirect a bored dog to more positive behaviors. However, if your dog is whining and also exhibiting other symptoms of injury or illness, get to the vet ASAP.

Dog Growling — Why Do Dogs Growl?

Why do dogs growl? Photography ©Volodymyr_Plysiuk | Thinkstock.

When dogs growl, it can be scary. However, there are times when you should worry about a growling dog, and other times when this behavior is pretty normal. It all depends on the context.

That’s according to the Dogster article, 4 Things You Should Know About Dog Growling. Author Sara Reusche writes, “Dogs growl for a variety of reasons. Fear, insecurity, guarding behavior, offensive aggression and play can all elicit dog growling, although to an expert these growls are each unique in their tone and pitch. Outside of play, growling serves as a warning that all is not well in the dog’s world. Something is off, and our dog is doing us the courtesy of sharing that information.”

Because dogs growl for various reasons, it’s important to quickly figure out why. A dog growling is often the first sign that a dog feels threatened and might bite. If you hear your dog growl, say when there’s a person approaching to try to pet him, look for other signs of a dog ready to bite. Those include:

lip licking

ears slicking back

body going stiff

tail tucked between legs

hard stares

whale eyes

The Bottom Line on Dog Sounds

Is your dog quiet or talkative? Photography ©alexei_tm | Thinkstock.

Now that you know the sounds dogs make, did you know some dogs use sounds to communicate more than others? My German Shepherd Dog Forest is constantly making sounds: Yipping when he’s playing, whining when bored or even sounds that seem like he’s “talking” back to me when I’m talking to him. That’s because German Shepherd Dogs were bred to be a little more vocal, since guard dogs like him need to use sound to warn people. He’s not the most talkative dog breed out there though: Check out this list of the top 10 talkative dog breeds.

Not all dogs are as vocal, though. Nadia Caffesse, a photographer for Full Tilt Photography in Austin, Texas, has two Jack Russell/Chihuahua mixes and says, “My dogs rarely bark or whine to communicate with us or each other. They give a burst of short, warning barks when they hear or see someone outside the front of the house. They whine at the door to the garage when they hear us coming in — the whine is an excited, anticipatory sound. It’s usually more insistent when someone they don’t know (but we do) is coming in with us.”

Not that any of her dogs are silent, mind you. “Mostly, my dogs are grumbly,” Caffesse says. “They make grumbling or huffing noises when they change sleeping positions, they make wheezing fake-barks — it’s an anxious sound, but not a whine — when my neighbor is walking along the fence. [My female dog] Lola makes what I call ‘piggy noises’ when she’s excited for a meal or a treat. And she really does sound like a snuffling/rooting pig. It’s weird.”

Even dogs you think might be talkative don’t always talk. For example, Lara Crigger, a staff writer for ETF.com who is based in New Orleans, has a Beagle/Lab mix who doesn’t say much at all. “[My dog] Bootes isn’t really a talkative girl,” she tells us. “She’s more of the ‘give you a passive-aggressive look until you move over and let her on the couch already, you monster’ type,” Crigger says. “She barks, but mostly it’s just a ‘stay-away-intruder’ bark. Occasionally, she’ll bark to be let back inside from the backyard, and that’s a short, sharp, ‘Hey, human!’ bark. If she whines, something is very wrong and she’s in a lot of pain or she’s terrified.”

Thumbnail: Photography ©violet-blue | Thinkstock.

Tell us: Is your dog talkative? What sounds does he make? What do you think are the weirdest dog sounds?

Read more about dog behavior on Dogster.com:

Why Do Dogs Scratch Their Beds?

Why Do Female Dogs Hump? Reasons for Female Dog Humping

What to Do to Stop Dog Chewing

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4 Dog Sounds and What They Mean

Living with dogs means constantly living with sound. From the click-click of paws on wooden floors to the dying squeaks of a toy being destroyed to the occasional odd thump. Add that to other common dog sounds — like barking, howling, whining and growling, to name a few — and you’ve got a whole lot of noise.

Have you ever wondered what those different dog sounds mean? Let’s take a look at the most popular sounds dogs make, find out what they mean and why dogs make these sounds.

Dog Barking — Why Do Dogs Bark?

Why do dogs bark? Photography by 1905hkn/istock.

Dogs bark. It’s kind of their thing. They do it for a number of reasons though, as Dogster author Sassafras Lowrey writes in her article, Why Do Dogs Bark? Reasons Dogs Bark and How to Stop Excessive Dog Barking.

“Dogs bark if they are anxious, excited, bored and seeking attention, or in response to other dogs,” she writes. “Researchers at Eotvos Lorand University, and the Hungarian Academy of Sciences in Budapest, Hungary, studied the way that people interpret and understand dog vocalizations. They found that low-pitched vocalizations tend to indicate that a dog feels threatened or upset, whereas high-pitched sounds tend to mean a dog wants to engage with someone or something. However, long, high-pitched sounds might mean a dog is anxious or fearful.”

Dog Howling — Who Do Dogs Howl?

There’s nothing quite like the sight of a dog throwing back his head and letting out a deep, long howl like he’s reconnecting with the wolf inside him.

So, why do dogs howl? The reason for this dog sound are many, as explained in the Dogster article, Why Do Dogs Howl? 5 Reasons. It could be that your dog is howling for the same reasons his wild cousins do: To announce his location to the pack; to tell others to stay away because this is his territory; to vocalize pain. Some dogs also howl to attract attention to themselves or because they’re lonely. And some dogs hear howling, and like to join in, like in the video above.

And, of course, a lot of dogs howl whenever they hear sirens. It’s hard to say why, but it seems almost universal, like they know something is wrong when the sirens go by.

Dog Whining — Why Do Dogs Whine?

Why do dogs whine? Photography ©damedeeso | iStock / Getty Images Plus.

Just like other dog vocalizations, dog whining occurs for a few different reasons. A lot of dogs whine when they’re in pain, according to the Dogster article, Ask a Vet: Why is My Dog Whining All the Time? Usually a dog whining from pain is temporary. However, any long-term whining might happen because your dog is bored or anxious. As veterinarian Dr. Eric Barchas writes, “Other possible causes include fear or anxiety, excitement… certain metabolic or glandular disruptions, exposure to toxic substances, neurological problems and cognitive changes.”

Since the reasons dogs whine are so vast and might be related to pain or neurological problems, it’s important to figure out why your dog is whining. Is it because he’s bored, or is something wrong and he needs a trip to the vet? Look for other signs in your environment to give you clues. For example, if your dog is whining and shoving his chewed-up tennis ball onto your lap, that probably doesn’t warrant a trip to the vet. Redirect a bored dog to more positive behaviors. However, if your dog is whining and also exhibiting other symptoms of injury or illness, get to the vet ASAP.

Dog Growling — Why Do Dogs Growl?

Why do dogs growl? Photography ©Volodymyr_Plysiuk | Thinkstock.

When dogs growl, it can be scary. However, there are times when you should worry about a growling dog, and other times when this behavior is pretty normal. It all depends on the context.

That’s according to the Dogster article, 4 Things You Should Know About Dog Growling. Author Sara Reusche writes, “Dogs growl for a variety of reasons. Fear, insecurity, guarding behavior, offensive aggression and play can all elicit dog growling, although to an expert these growls are each unique in their tone and pitch. Outside of play, growling serves as a warning that all is not well in the dog’s world. Something is off, and our dog is doing us the courtesy of sharing that information.”

Because dogs growl for various reasons, it’s important to quickly figure out why. A dog growling is often the first sign that a dog feels threatened and might bite. If you hear your dog growl, say when there’s a person approaching to try to pet him, look for other signs of a dog ready to bite. Those include:

lip licking

ears slicking back

body going stiff

tail tucked between legs

hard stares

whale eyes

The Bottom Line on Dog Sounds

Is your dog quiet or talkative? Photography ©alexei_tm | Thinkstock.

Now that you know the sounds dogs make, did you know some dogs use sounds to communicate more than others? My German Shepherd Dog Forest is constantly making sounds: Yipping when he’s playing, whining when bored or even sounds that seem like he’s “talking” back to me when I’m talking to him. That’s because German Shepherd Dogs were bred to be a little more vocal, since guard dogs like him need to use sound to warn people. He’s not the most talkative dog breed out there though: Check out this list of the top 10 talkative dog breeds.

Not all dogs are as vocal, though. Nadia Caffesse, a photographer for Full Tilt Photography in Austin, Texas, has two Jack Russell/Chihuahua mixes and says, “My dogs rarely bark or whine to communicate with us or each other. They give a burst of short, warning barks when they hear or see someone outside the front of the house. They whine at the door to the garage when they hear us coming in — the whine is an excited, anticipatory sound. It’s usually more insistent when someone they don’t know (but we do) is coming in with us.”

Not that any of her dogs are silent, mind you. “Mostly, my dogs are grumbly,” Caffesse says. “They make grumbling or huffing noises when they change sleeping positions, they make wheezing fake-barks — it’s an anxious sound, but not a whine — when my neighbor is walking along the fence. [My female dog] Lola makes what I call ‘piggy noises’ when she’s excited for a meal or a treat. And she really does sound like a snuffling/rooting pig. It’s weird.”

Even dogs you think might be talkative don’t always talk. For example, Lara Crigger, a staff writer for ETF.com who is based in New Orleans, has a Beagle/Lab mix who doesn’t say much at all. “[My dog] Bootes isn’t really a talkative girl,” she tells us. “She’s more of the ‘give you a passive-aggressive look until you move over and let her on the couch already, you monster’ type,” Crigger says. “She barks, but mostly it’s just a ‘stay-away-intruder’ bark. Occasionally, she’ll bark to be let back inside from the backyard, and that’s a short, sharp, ‘Hey, human!’ bark. If she whines, something is very wrong and she’s in a lot of pain or she’s terrified.”

Thumbnail: Photography ©violet-blue | Thinkstock.

Tell us: Is your dog talkative? What sounds does he make? What do you think are the weirdest dog sounds?

Read more about dog behavior on Dogster.com:

Why Do Dogs Scratch Their Beds?

Why Do Female Dogs Hump? Reasons for Female Dog Humping

What to Do to Stop Dog Chewing

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4 Dog Sounds and What They Mean

Living with dogs means constantly living with sound. From the click-click of paws on wooden floors to the dying squeaks of a toy being destroyed to the occasional odd thump. Add that to other common dog sounds — like barking, howling, whining and growling, to name a few — and you’ve got a whole lot of noise.

Have you ever wondered what those different dog sounds mean? Let’s take a look at the most popular sounds dogs make, find out what they mean and why dogs make these sounds.

Dog Barking — Why Do Dogs Bark?

Why do dogs bark? Photography by 1905hkn/istock.

Dogs bark. It’s kind of their thing. They do it for a number of reasons though, as Dogster author Sassafras Lowrey writes in her article, Why Do Dogs Bark? Reasons Dogs Bark and How to Stop Excessive Dog Barking.

“Dogs bark if they are anxious, excited, bored and seeking attention, or in response to other dogs,” she writes. “Researchers at Eotvos Lorand University, and the Hungarian Academy of Sciences in Budapest, Hungary, studied the way that people interpret and understand dog vocalizations. They found that low-pitched vocalizations tend to indicate that a dog feels threatened or upset, whereas high-pitched sounds tend to mean a dog wants to engage with someone or something. However, long, high-pitched sounds might mean a dog is anxious or fearful.”

Dog Howling — Who Do Dogs Howl?

There’s nothing quite like the sight of a dog throwing back his head and letting out a deep, long howl like he’s reconnecting with the wolf inside him.

So, why do dogs howl? The reason for this dog sound are many, as explained in the Dogster article, Why Do Dogs Howl? 5 Reasons. It could be that your dog is howling for the same reasons his wild cousins do: To announce his location to the pack; to tell others to stay away because this is his territory; to vocalize pain. Some dogs also howl to attract attention to themselves or because they’re lonely. And some dogs hear howling, and like to join in, like in the video above.

And, of course, a lot of dogs howl whenever they hear sirens. It’s hard to say why, but it seems almost universal, like they know something is wrong when the sirens go by.

Dog Whining — Why Do Dogs Whine?

Why do dogs whine? Photography ©damedeeso | iStock / Getty Images Plus.

Just like other dog vocalizations, dog whining occurs for a few different reasons. A lot of dogs whine when they’re in pain, according to the Dogster article, Ask a Vet: Why is My Dog Whining All the Time? Usually a dog whining from pain is temporary. However, any long-term whining might happen because your dog is bored or anxious. As veterinarian Dr. Eric Barchas writes, “Other possible causes include fear or anxiety, excitement… certain metabolic or glandular disruptions, exposure to toxic substances, neurological problems and cognitive changes.”

Since the reasons dogs whine are so vast and might be related to pain or neurological problems, it’s important to figure out why your dog is whining. Is it because he’s bored, or is something wrong and he needs a trip to the vet? Look for other signs in your environment to give you clues. For example, if your dog is whining and shoving his chewed-up tennis ball onto your lap, that probably doesn’t warrant a trip to the vet. Redirect a bored dog to more positive behaviors. However, if your dog is whining and also exhibiting other symptoms of injury or illness, get to the vet ASAP.

Dog Growling — Why Do Dogs Growl?

Why do dogs growl? Photography ©Volodymyr_Plysiuk | Thinkstock.

When dogs growl, it can be scary. However, there are times when you should worry about a growling dog, and other times when this behavior is pretty normal. It all depends on the context.

That’s according to the Dogster article, 4 Things You Should Know About Dog Growling. Author Sara Reusche writes, “Dogs growl for a variety of reasons. Fear, insecurity, guarding behavior, offensive aggression and play can all elicit dog growling, although to an expert these growls are each unique in their tone and pitch. Outside of play, growling serves as a warning that all is not well in the dog’s world. Something is off, and our dog is doing us the courtesy of sharing that information.”

Because dogs growl for various reasons, it’s important to quickly figure out why. A dog growling is often the first sign that a dog feels threatened and might bite. If you hear your dog growl, say when there’s a person approaching to try to pet him, look for other signs of a dog ready to bite. Those include:

lip licking

ears slicking back

body going stiff

tail tucked between legs

hard stares

whale eyes

The Bottom Line on Dog Sounds

Is your dog quiet or talkative? Photography ©alexei_tm | Thinkstock.

Now that you know the sounds dogs make, did you know some dogs use sounds to communicate more than others? My German Shepherd Dog Forest is constantly making sounds: Yipping when he’s playing, whining when bored or even sounds that seem like he’s “talking” back to me when I’m talking to him. That’s because German Shepherd Dogs were bred to be a little more vocal, since guard dogs like him need to use sound to warn people. He’s not the most talkative dog breed out there though: Check out this list of the top 10 talkative dog breeds.

Not all dogs are as vocal, though. Nadia Caffesse, a photographer for Full Tilt Photography in Austin, Texas, has two Jack Russell/Chihuahua mixes and says, “My dogs rarely bark or whine to communicate with us or each other. They give a burst of short, warning barks when they hear or see someone outside the front of the house. They whine at the door to the garage when they hear us coming in — the whine is an excited, anticipatory sound. It’s usually more insistent when someone they don’t know (but we do) is coming in with us.”

Not that any of her dogs are silent, mind you. “Mostly, my dogs are grumbly,” Caffesse says. “They make grumbling or huffing noises when they change sleeping positions, they make wheezing fake-barks — it’s an anxious sound, but not a whine — when my neighbor is walking along the fence. [My female dog] Lola makes what I call ‘piggy noises’ when she’s excited for a meal or a treat. And she really does sound like a snuffling/rooting pig. It’s weird.”

Even dogs you think might be talkative don’t always talk. For example, Lara Crigger, a staff writer for ETF.com who is based in New Orleans, has a Beagle/Lab mix who doesn’t say much at all. “[My dog] Bootes isn’t really a talkative girl,” she tells us. “She’s more of the ‘give you a passive-aggressive look until you move over and let her on the couch already, you monster’ type,” Crigger says. “She barks, but mostly it’s just a ‘stay-away-intruder’ bark. Occasionally, she’ll bark to be let back inside from the backyard, and that’s a short, sharp, ‘Hey, human!’ bark. If she whines, something is very wrong and she’s in a lot of pain or she’s terrified.”

Thumbnail: Photography ©violet-blue | Thinkstock.

Tell us: Is your dog talkative? What sounds does he make? What do you think are the weirdest dog sounds?

Read more about dog behavior on Dogster.com:

Why Do Dogs Scratch Their Beds?

Why Do Female Dogs Hump? Reasons for Female Dog Humping

What to Do to Stop Dog Chewing

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