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imagine walking to an ice-cream shop after dinner with seungkwan while he talks about his day and tries to convince you to let him get you something for your birthday. every once in a while, you drop a kiss on his shoulder, making him fluster for a moment, his steps stuttering before he gets back to making his case - until the next time you do it.

Dancing with mha characters

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

kiri would ask you out of the blue, you two would probably be hanging out in his dorm one night and he’d just ask

like “baby, dance with me? 🥺”

he’d have his arms around you’re waist ofc, and he’d lay your head against his chest so you can hear his heart beat

he isn’t a good dancer but it’s all good, as long as you’re happy then he’s happy to dance with you

he wouldn’t do much other than sway, considering his poor skills

but he’d definetly him along to the songs

speaking of the songs, he’d probably play really cheesy love songs because he’s like that

laughs everytime either he or you messes up, he finds it amusing

ends up goofing off more towards the end

rating: 100/10, in conclusion, i love kirishima

you sat on kirishima’s bed, stretched out comfortably. your back against his headboard and his head in your lap, your fingers scratching gently against his scalp. he hummed along to the music playing, some song made a few years ago.

the song changed and he looked up at you, excitement flickering in his eyes, “baby, wanna dance with me?”

you stopped scratching his scalp for a moment, thinking about it. you smiled and nodded.

“yeah, i do, kiri,”

you’d have to ask him, like a lot

be persistent!!

it’s not that he doesn’t want to dance with you

it’s just that he has no fucking clue how to dance and doesn’t want to embarrass himself

he’s just s u c h a great dancer and doesn’t want to make you feel bad about your skills

no but he’s struggling,, he has no idea what he’s doing

“katsuki, just put your hands on-” “tch, i know what i’m doing dumbass”

he figures it out eventually, he had one had on your hip and the other holding yours

he buried his head in your neck so you don’t see his blush

he’s practically silent, only speaking to make a remark when you trip

he actually finds it really endearing

rating: katsuki, marry me

“katsuki, you gotta take a break. it isn’t good for you to keep at it like this,” you said rubbing his shoulder.

“yeah and what else would i do?” he grumbled, pushing his hand further down the pencil.

bakugou had been working non-stop on homework since he’d returned to the dorms that day. he had yet to take a break and he needed it, and you were about to force him into relaxing for a bit if he spent another second writing.

a small sigh left him before reaching up and grabbing your hand on his shoulder. He rubbed small shapes with his thumb and apologized.

“if you dance with me then we’ll be even,”

“alright shitty-(feature),” he paused before looking up at you through his eyelashes, “you and dancing.”

boy oh boy, sero and you dance so often

he loves dancing with you and DAMN is he good at it

he’ll dance with you at any point in time, for any reason

he spins you a lot, he’ll even lift you a little if he’s feeling it

it’s super playful

he dips you all the time

baby has the moves and loves teaching you

he’ll dance to any song, especially if you’re with him

he’s always laughing either you or talking to you while you dance together

rating: 10000/10, dancing king, only seventeen 🎶

“Mi sol, when did you get so good at this?”

sero spun you wildly in the spot, twirling you under his hand. you laughed and tumbled into his chest, still seeing the room spin around you. sero pulled back slightly to see you and your unfocused eyes.

“beginners bad luck finally wore off, i guess!”

he smiled down at you, waiting for you to lose the dizzy feeling of turning like that. he enjoyed your smile while you watched the room. but the second you’re eyes focused again he was moving around the room with you again.

“you’d best not drop me, hanta-”

he’d take you out dancing

endeavour payed for dance lessons when he was a kid - he couldn’t have his prodigy dancing like an idiot

this is an endeavour hate page

he took formal dancing lessons and would 100% take a while to loosen up with you

but he holds you very delicately, with one hand on the small of you’re back and the other holding yours

as he loosens up and relaxes he holds you closer to him

and i mean this is shouto todoroki we’re talking about, he’s quiet the whole time

he just watches you with a small smile on his face, cute as fuck-

would teach you to ballroom dance at some point, if you didn’t know

rating: 15/10, he’s a rich boy, he knows his moves

“sho, this is wonderful,” you grinned at him, “really, i appreciate this.”

he returned the smile, taking your hand in his and pulling you forward on to the dance floor. you straightened your clothes out and took his lead. the two of you began moving around the room together, following the rhythme of the song playing.

“you know how to dance formally?” he asked, watching you move with grace.

“i have no clue what i’m doing, i’m just following you,”

you’d ask and he’d: “y-you want to- i mean i’m not a good dancer- are you sure?? why??”

he’s so nervous, just give him some reassurance and he’ll be fine

he is always making sure he isn’t making you uncomfortable

he’d let you pick the music or chose from your playlist

he’d hold you by the hips after asking a few times if that was okay

he isn’t the best but he picks it up pretty quickly

he probably asked iida for dance lessons after this

n e ways, he’d probably be red the whole time

rating: 12/10, his nervousness is actually really endearing

he put his hands on your hips and pulled you toward him, glancing up to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable. you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely, moving closer to him. you started swaying to the song playing and he followed your lead. the two of you starting to step around.

“are you sure you’re okay with this,” he tapped his fingers against your hip.

you hummed and rested your head on his shoulder, finding dancing with him comforting, “ ‘s okay, izuku. i promise.”

he kissed you on the crown of your head and continued moving to the music. he started relaxing and fully taking in the moment.

tenya iida, my main man,, he also got dance lessons when he was younger

fuckin rich boy

he short circuited when you asked, just give him a moment

he was probably super excited but kept it under control

he almost certainly played some sort of ballroom music (does that make sense??)

mans full on waltzed with you-

but he’d also do a more casual dance if you wanted

he held you small of your back and waist, he’s very careful not to make you uncomfortable

he’d only be goofy if you guys are just fooling around and making jokes while dancing

other than that he’s pretty quiet

rating: 20/10, tenya please wear some goddamn contacts during training

“y/n, i’m so sorry,” iida flushed deeply, stopping his movements.

despite his time practicing dance and his thought out movements, he’s stepped on your foot. he was apologizing profusely while you just stood and laughed lightly, watching his arm chop down.

“i’m sorry, i should have watched my step and- wait are you laughing?”

“iida, it’s okay. you have nothing to worry about.”

he’d probably just randomly start dancing with you

like you could be dancing around while cleaning and he’d just join you

baby can’t dance, he just can’t

but he acts like he can

would twirl you constantly and he’d try to dip you but fail miserably 😭

electric slide lookin ass

probably just starts his playlist and dances to random songs

he’s so goofy omg-

doesnt stop laughing or teasing you

rating: 30/30, sounds like a vibe

“you’ve been hit by, you’ve been struck by, a smooth criminal!”

denki stood on his toes, head tipped downward, and his hand positioned like he was dipping a fedora. at this point he had crashed into the table and knocked a chair over. this man was to never be trusted near anything fragile.

he took your hand and spun you around him, trying to keep you from the chair on the floor. after he spun you he spun himself, this time tripping over the chair and tumbling into the fridge.

“denki are you okay? are you okay, denki?” you sang along with the song playing.

sunshine man, he would 100% dance with you

but you’d have to ask, the thought just wouldn’t come to his mind

and he is worse than denki

but he has so much fun with it that it doesn’t matter

he spins you and lifts you, it’s so fun

he’s so goofy and playful, not a serious moment

he accidentally activated his quirk while dipping you, that hurt

but he loves dancing with you

and he pokes fun at his own dancing, he finds it really amusing

and he hyped you up so much

rating: 1000000/10, overall a perfect experience

a squeal left your mouth as your feet left the ground, mirio’s hands clutching your waist tightly. you grabbed on to his shoulders to keep yourself steady. he put you back on the ground and continued dancing along to the music. he shimmed his shoulders and bopped his head to the beat. or at least tried.

“i know that you can’t help but watch my horrible dancing but you gotta dance with me, can’t be the only bad dancer here!”

you shook your head and took his hands, shimmying along with him. man was mirio was a bad dancer but he made it so much fun

you’d ask him and he would just not get why you’d wanna dance with him

he wouldn’t object to it, it’s just that he’s sure that he’s a bad dancer and that others are so much better and

would hide his face in your neck and hold you really tightly to him

and he’s so nervous

if he stepped on you he’d let go of you and just stand in a corner for hours

but honestly, he’s actually a really good dancer

if you guys dance more he’ll start goofing off and doing stuff like spinning you

probably doesn’t put on music and if he did it would be off of his chill playlist

rating: 80/10, might be my ideal situation

you and amajiki had barely moved from where you guys started, not that it mattered. you two had been swaying more than dancing, but it was peaceful and relaxing. that’s what mattered. he had he’s arms wrapped tightly around your torso and his head was hidden in your neck. you felt his smile and uneven breathes brushing against your skin.

some old slow song played from your phone, one he chose. both of you were happy with the closeness and intimacy of the moment, but tamaki was happy he just hadn’t stepped on you. god that would have killed him. but he had yet to, and he was thankful.

“thank you, tama,” you smiled gently, “this is nice.”

Crawls in here once again since the week is almost over and i thought of another ask that might be fun, what r ur thoughts on nxx team at a haunted house (amusement park or otherwise www) -Marsh

ELLO, MARSH!!!! thank you so much for this ask!! answering this was so much fun :DDDD

okay so i decided to forgo amusement park haunted house bc artem already does that in SSR Loving Memories so we Know how he is in a recreational haunted house (aka rambling about SAFETY REGULATIONS why is this man like this smh) n i dont wanna be redundant SOOOO

nxx team for some reason have to go into an abandoned house that is heavily rumored to be haunted as hell. theyre on....an investigation. and they all have to be there all at once....dont think about it too much, i sure didnt HAHA

in the tradition of scooby doo, somebody suggests "let's split up, gang!" for utmost hilarity and also because a grp of five people goin thru a house like a pack of meerkats is a bit silly KJJSKGSF

so here are my proposed teams: vyn + mc + artem, luke + marius

my rationalization for these teams is because each team needs a "supernatural skeptic/person who isnt scared" to balance out the one in the team thats like "supernatural MAYBE this place is CREEPY n im A BIT SCARED do NOT JUDGE ME/im NOT scared i just HATE THIS"

vyn + mc + artem

vyn and artem are the staunch skeptics who are balancing out mc's jumpiness and mc would like it ON THE RECORD that she doesnt believe in ghosts but she gets jumpy sometimes!!! in her defense this place is CREEPY AS HELLS

so like while theyre going through rooms looking for whatever theyre looking for, vyn and artem are trying to comfort her in their own specific way

artem goes and rambles about the non-spooky explanations for all the rumors of this house, people like to go to the easiest explanation for unexplained things, though the easiest route isnt necessarily the most logical one---

vyn serenely tells mc Well, Actually the perception of supernatural quite often comes not from reality but from the outwards manifestation of a person's personal fears so it's less indicative of a place and more indicative of the person themselves---

and vyn and artem are trying to be the More Rational Person

mc, internally: (guys...i know you guys are trying....but it's NOT EXACTLY....HELPING....)

because honestly what mc needs right now isnt people telling her how her fears are absolutely nothing to worry about. what she needs is just her two friends being there for her even thru her irrational fears

eventually vyn and artem do clue into this and actually start being NOT IDIOTS about being good haunted house exploration partners but they only clue into this AFTERRRR each of them get SPOOKED AS HELL FIRST they gotta get a taste of their own medicine.

it's very funny to me that both vyn and artem have Really Good Aim (vyn with bow and arrow, artem with GUN) so when a sudden creak happens outta nowhere theyre both like O_O and then IMMEDIATELY throwing the first thing they can find at the noise

vyn throws a pen like a frigging javelin and artem just throws his wholeass phone, so much for rationality, huh, fellas?

the noise turns out to be luke and marius, stumbling upon their team, and thanks to vyn and artem's great aim, both those items hit luke hard in the face

well thats one way to get rid of mc's fear, because she bursts into a peal of giggles

but how were luke + marius doing before coming across them?

marius is DEAD FUCKING SILENT the moment the team splits up and luke is like "huh, didnt take marius for somebody who believed in ghosts" but luke doesnt bring it up because this doesnt seem like a light kind of spooked that luke would want make fun of.

like marius is pale, his breathing is shallow, his clenched fists are in his jacket pockets but luke can see that his hands are trembling

so luke fills the silence with investigation talk to get marius' mind of it, and luke is glad it works a little bit, even if marius' replies are monosyllabic. luke glances at marius and sees that the fear in his eyes has been replaced by his Thinking Gaze and great awesome

until they get to a room that is just. wayyyy fucking colder and darker than the rest of the house

and marius' fear slams back into him like a battering ram. he doesnt jerk back through the open doorway though, he just kind of stands there and luke is like "uh. you dont have to go in if youre scared---"

"i am not scared," marius grits out because come on. hes gotten over this, hasnt he? [spoilers for marius ssr in the darkness] fine, whatever, he had a bad time as a kid with cold dark places but mc had helped him get through it, back then, in the cave on nosta. surely one good experience is enough to completely erase a childhood fear that has followed him all the way to adulthood?

(no. it isnt. it helps, but sometimes it's not enough)

[spoilers for marius ssr in the darkness] back in that cave, marius admitted to mc why he was acting the way he was but he sure as hell isnt going to tell LUKE, NO SIREE, MARIUS IS FINE, marius trudges into the horrible room as he valiantly ignores just all the terrible alarm bells going off in and luke just like.

oh it's not ghosts he's scared of it's. the dark

luke doesnt exactly Know Completely what the Best Way is to comfort the other members of the team (theyre all cagey motherfuckers one way or another but hey, hes a cagey motherfucker too) but he cant like...not do anything. marius obviously doesnt want to be called out but luke wants to help anyway so he has to find a way to ground marius while also giving marius an excuse aaaaand----

luke clears his throat, extending his hand towards marius in the darkness of the room. "this place is old, the floor is uneven. i think it'll be better if we uh. held onto each other, so we dont trip up."

thank GOD THIS ROOM IS DARK because marius feels his face go a little warm but fuck it, yes, he would rlly like this, so he's like FINE and then holds luke's hand

ABSOLUTE SILENCE FROM BOTH OF THEM AFTER THIS, THEYRE JUST INVESTIGATING NOW WITH NO WORDS

but luke notices that marius' trembling hand stops shaking for a moment when luke squeezes his hand.

and they get thru their half of the house, hands linked the entire way, and they meet up with the others and luke gets projectiles thrown at his face

mc's laughter and the split second chaos is the perfect distraction to let go of luke's hand and nobody notices. nobody has to know. NOBODY

and of course they find whatever thing they were looking for KJBKJSDKFGS anyway in conclusion: the nxx team would be a disaster in a haunted house but theyve got each other's backs :D

not to use fictional lore to justify itself etc but I was thinking today on my walk how in yentl when she argues with avigdor about eve being made from adams rib he brushes it off without paying any attention to her argument, then later he comically manipulates religious law to get yentl to marry hadass (so he can exploit both what he sees as a weaker man + the woman he sees as his property). yentl refuses on this basis but later agrees because of her feelings for hadass avigdor's power over her as a man and her desire to please him.

later he agrees it's not wrong in a hypothetical context to study anyway even if there's a law that forbids it (whether this is his true religious opinion, or just that he too would ignore laws to study if need be, is irrevelant to his hypocrisy here) and then changes his mind, irrationally, because she's a woman. like he is basically screaming nonsense at her because of his instinctive reaction to hate women in his space and see them as inferior. he asks if she's a demon because he doesn't believe a woman could possess her intellect... he's angry because he liked her more than he would've liked a woman!!

he's appeased by her confession of love which allows him to completely recompartmentalise their relationship to no longer seeing her as human but a subservient other who he immediately treats completely differently. like of course she acted crazy, she's a foolish woman in love and i am the centre of this situation again so im not emasculated here. he forgives her immediately, yet he doesn't want her to return to studying because that would still force him to confront his incorrect beliefs about women. if his discomfort was truly spiritual, he wouldn't immediately forgive her for this act of desecration just because she loved him.

meanwhile hadass is shown to be controlled by people who use religious law that they don't allow her access to. it's the uneven access that keeps her disenfranchised, and when she gains access she is quickly able to use it to advocate for her own rights. and yentl realises that 1. she had assumed hadass' work at home to be inferior to her study, when in fact it requires skill&patience&care that yentl herself doesn't have and 2. hadass is actually intelligent and insightful, she just obviously wouldn't know anything about something she has never been allowed to learn.

its just such an insightful and nuanced portrayal that doesn't absolve religious men of their misogyny but it also doesnt cheaply point the finger at the hazy concept of religion; but directly at male-dominated structures of power as well as individual men who CHOOSE to be misogynistic to serve their own needs, either passively or violently, when we are shown at the very start of the film that there is another way.

Request for anon: Fav boys with an S/O that's usually a hardass but has a moment of just 'oh my god that's so fucking cute' that they start crying??

Bakugou:

• Listen, you weren't totally against showing emotion but you really only showed two

• Frustration and 'happiness'

• Aka you laughed a lot but had no problem blowing up on someone

• No one had ever seen you outside of those two moods

• Half the class just assumed you never got sad or anything

• The other half assumed you never really had a reason too but maybe one day you'd snap

• Crying? You? Off the table.

• You're not capable of it

• They'd seen you detach yourself from things without a second thought

• CRAZY how you and Bakugou actually WORKED together in a relationship

• To be honest Bakugou doesnt even know if he's seen you cry

• He figures he'll see it eventually

• And he's right :)

• Bc one day you two are walking ahead if the bakusquad

• And theres this fucking puppy

• And it's so small

• Its a lil weiner dog

• And an audible rasp is ripped out of your throat followed by a small 'oh my god'

• His head fuckin WHIPS around• And he's met with you tearing up as you stare at this small dog and his mouth d r o p a

• This??? This is what it takes for you to cry????

• You put a hand over your mouth, mumbling something else and Bakugou is having a stroke

• You're like full crying now

• There are t e a r s

• He moves a little closer, wrapping and arm around your shoulder

• "Are you seriously crying over a dog right now?"

No words. You just nod.

• He accepts it

• No questions asked

• Bakusquad is what you call

• V fuckin confused

• "I want a puppy," you mumbled, breathing uneven.

"I know,"

"Katsu he was so tiny,"

"I know,"

• Cue more crying

Izuku:

• Hard ass 100%

• emotionally constipated on the Bakugou level

• emotion what's that??

• Idk

• Neither do you apparently

• You were just chilling most of the time

• Just- looking really blank

• never really felt comfortable with showing a lot of emotion

• People could use that against you

• call you week-

• You didn't want that

• you were dating the new symbol of peace, you had to keep up

• This happens during a rescue

• You get people out and once you're standing on the sidelines, the fight over- this little boy runs up to you, hugging your legs

• Thank your's are falling out of his mouth and he looks teary eye'd

• He puts his hands up and makes grabby hands and you immediately pick him up

• You kiss his forehead, your hold on the child tightening

• I mean at this point you're crying too

• Bc he was so damn cute

• Even with all the dirt on his face

• And Izuku is just standing there

• baffled

• bc you

• the person who was literally STABBED four times and kept a straight face the whole time about a year ago

• is crying over a child saying thank you

• He takes care of the press- and whatever else he needs to before slowly making his way over to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

• The boy was still in your arms

• "You okay princess?"

"Fine, thanks,"

• New image for the press!!

• You went from known for no emotion to Oh my god they have emotion????

• ur v upset about it

Hitoshi:

• He know you cant express emotions exactly how you want

• you'd told him it always felt weird and uncomfortable

• Especially letting other people see it

• Deadass took him 3 months after the initial four you guys were dating to pry that out of you

• He's never really minded though

• he just wants you to feel comfortable and be okay

• So he's always gone along with the casually mean laugh a lot vibe you've had

• But one day

• one faithful day

• you two are walking after an icecream date

• And you see these 2 little kittens in a beat up box

• you GASP and your hand immediately leaves his as you jog over

• And you coo at them, picking them up, one in each hand

• He's behind you when the water works start

• "Toshi...they're so cute-" you sniff

"Are you crying?"

"No- Yeah, just look at them. They're so tiny, they're gonna die out here alone,"

"Oh my god babe,"

"Toshi we have to take them back."

"I don't know if we can do that, we can take them to a shelter-"

• you're full on sobbing now, a blubbering and hiccuping mess

• he feels like he's gonna pass out

• what's he supposed to do

• you chose now to start crying??

• "No-No because they might end up on the street again and they need love, toshiiiii-" you whine out

• So he hugs you from behind, using one hand to pet the cat in your left hand. "Okay, we'll take them back. We can talk to Aizawa sensei."

• he presses a gentle kiss to your neck

• You def apologize later for crying in front if him, almost refusing to look him in the eye

• He flicks you and tells you to do it more often

Sero:

• hardass?? Yes and no

• You vibe

• you just chill and go with the punches

• but GOD do you refuse affection and basic human emotion.

• It took him 3 MONTHS to convince you to go out with him

• That he wasn't going to hurt you or judge you

• 3 MONTHS

• And what felt like fucking forever for you to accept his advances for affection

• He's so patient with you, you'll never find another man like this

• pls keep him forever

• Anyway now yall just vibe together

• But he's never seen you upset tbh

• And he's never seen you cry

• You push all that down, constantly just staying in a place of whatever

• He's a little concerned about it ngl

• but he doesn't know how to really help it

• Has deadass secretly been reading books about it

• Anyway

• One day y'all are chilling

• You're in his room

• he's at his desk- looking over an essay that was due the next day and you were in his hammock, already having finished it

• But he was bopping

• he had an earbud in one ear and he was mumbling along with the song, bopping his head and moving around in his chair, randomly bursting out a lyric here and there

• And then he heard a sniffle

• He immediately turns around and he see's you

• Your eyes are watery

• he pulls his earbud out and he's making his way over to you, clearly worried

• "Babe what's wrong?"

You shake your head, waving him off.

"No no, c'mon tell me-"

"You're just so damn cute and I love you so much. Precious."

• He's confused for a moment before it processes and he grins

"Is that why you're crying?"

"Yes!" You wipe your eyes again. "Thank you,"

He climbs into the hammock carefully, and wraps his arms around you.

• Not particularly what he had in mind when you finally decided to show emotion like that but he'd take it

Kirishima:

• puppy and cat

• aka

• Bubbly jock and hard ass motherfucker who can and will kill you

• He knows that you cant freely express what you feel all the time

• He understands more than most people think

• Because he knows it's easier to just be bitter than risk getting hurt again

• and you've opened up a lot!!

• and he's proud of you! Really.

• He tells you all the time and you gag and call him a sap but he knows that you secretly enjoy it

• Anyway you two are eating lunch outside

• Kirishima is babbling about something that happened after class the other day and you were eating quietly listening to your boyfriends ramblings

• And suddenly he feels a finger on his lips

• He opens his eyes confused, going to talk again before you sush him

• You're looking at a bird

• a REALLY small bird

• you take a small piece of bread from his sandwhich

• "Hi baby," you coo, "how you doin? Want some food?" You slowly hold the piece out

• The birds head tilts a little and he takes a hop

• then another

• and he watches you tense up

• and the bird takes the bread piece and flies away, he watches it go before looking back at you

• he about has a stroke

• you're fucking crying

• "Babe- wait- why are you crying?" He puts a hand on your shoulder

"What the fuck, that was so cute. Eij, he was so cute."

"Well yeah-"

"Jesus he was so tiny," you sniff, "did you see the way he tilted his head- oh my god and his little hop? No fuck off I'm gonna cry more,"

• And you do

• But honestly he doesn't even care bc you're finally letting something else in

• and it means you're comfortable around him

• so he only wraps his arms around your waist and pull you closer

• "he was very cute,"

I saw your post on dogs with anxiety. As a professional, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind sharing a list of behaviors in dogs that may be attributed to anxiety and how to tell if it's anxiety or personality. Do you know any of the behaviors in cats that mean the same? You don't have to answer, you provided great examples in your post, I was just wondering what more I could learn without the uncertainty of truthfulness provided by Google. Thanks!

Hey! So yes I can absolutely list behaviors I look for when I'm assessing if a dog has anxiety(and I can go into cats a bit from foster/rescue experience but I haven't been 'trained' on them so it's much more circumstantial).

The short answer is that if your dog seems anxious, that's not a feature it's a bug and you should address it. Even if it seems like it's just their personality - that usually means they're an anxious dog and need help, not that the behavior should be ignored or can't be changed.

Also, I approach dog training from a 'dog problem' perspective rather than a 'people problem' perspective. I am not focused on if the behavior being exhibited is a behavioral problem *for the owner* - I am focused on what that behavior tells me about the dog's emotional state.

But first! Two disclaimers:

1) 100% of dogs will show some of these behaviors in varying degrees. Just because your dog does one or two things on this list at a low degree doesn't mean they're about to have a breakdown. If you think your dog might be anxious enough to need training based on this list, consult a trainer in person. While I am a dog trainer, this isn't meant to be a self-diagnosis thing. Lay-people are notoriously bad at determining how bad dog anxiety is, and a trained professional may very well pick up on things you aren't seeing or be able to explain what's going on.

2) You'll notice some of these things are behaviors people commonly think are 'play' or 'affection' or 'the dog being high energy' or 'because of the breed' - and yes! Yes. My whole point in most of my other posts has been that we have desensitized ourselves to just how anxious our dogs are, right up until they bite someone. Again, if you see a dog exhibiting a number of these behaviors, the best thing is to consult a trainer - in person! <3

Also, below a cut bc this is just ridiculously long

So! there is sort of a hierarchy of dog behaviors. First are the lowest levels of behavioral problems. These are the ones that most dogs exhibit in one form or another. Just like all people exhibit anxiety sometimes, so do all dogs and it's really to what extent those behaviors tell us about quality of life rather than their simple presence. The second level is more acute behaviors - these are ones that may or may not require training but you should absolutely note if you see your dog displaying them. Third category is dogs who have already gone way past what we would consider a 'normal' threshhold for behavior. If your dog is doing these things you need a professional. Full Stop.

For lower level behaviors what I might do is take stock of how many and how intense behaviors are. If your dog is showing, say, 1-2 low level behaviors constantly I might recommend seeing a trainer but wouldn't push it, but if they're showing 1-2 mid level behaviors as well, or like the whole list of low level behaviors, I would absolutely recommend talking to a trainer.

Low level behaviors commonly associated with anxiety:

- 'Stickiness', needy/pushy behavior(dogs who follow you from room to room or climb on you, invade your personal space habitually) - Mouthiness (they consistently go for your hands/arms instead of a toy when playing, or like to chew/lick people habitually) - Putting paws on people/lacking boundaries (like, if your dog wants you to play with it, and puts their paws on you to let you know, or if your dog consistently wants to sit on you) - Taking high value items and running away with them (low level resource guarding), or turning away from you with a high value item/growling/freezing - Being unable to settle (mild pacing, moves from room to room often, rarely sleeps deeply) - the LACK of deep sleep (you rarely see your dog 'dreaming') - Mild leash pulling - 'Snapping' food up rather than taking it gently - Lip-licking, continuous panting, 'freezing' at stimulus - Whining - Moderate vocalizations (barking, howling, etc) Mid-level Anxiety:

- Habitually jumping on people - Rushing at people or through doors/openings - Consistent pulling on leash - Reactive barking (at cars, bikes, other dogs, people, etc) - Uncontrollable 'Zoomie' behavior (will not stop if asked, may bump into people or other dogs) - Compulsive behaviors (digging, chewing, licking, drinking all the water in a bowl, etc) - Pacing/needing a high level of exercise every day, or immediately getting up if you move - Destructive behavior (rips up every toy they're given, chews shoes or other items consistently) - Resource guarding (bears teeth, snaps but doesn't make contact, takes items and hides them habitually) - Hard biting/inappropriate strength while playing, or entering a fight they don't have a part in Starting fights with other dogs over minor infractions (has my toy, was in my way, stepped on me while I was sleeping) - Inability/Unwillingness to take food (yes, this means if your dog is a habitual ‘picky eater’ that can be a symptom of anxiety. I said what I said.)

High-Level Anxiety:

- Overt aggression (lip-snarling while barking, 'hard' barking, biting, pinning, etc) - Starting fights with other dogs who are not interacting with them(going across a room to start a fight, immediately starting a fight upon eye-sight, etc) - hard pulling on leash/darting on leash - Compulsive behavior to the point of self injury - Intense resource guarding to the point it is a danger to interact with them - ‘Starvation’ or lack of ability to eat consistently

Also, because this tends to be really helpful for people, here's a small, non-exhaustive list of dog body-language signals that I look for when I'm assessing a dog's anxiety level:

- 'Looseness' - is the dog's back bending as it moves or is it tense along its topline. This is the number one thing I look for. If a dog has a tight topline, something is bothering them and usually, this is the clearest and most common indicator a dog will give. - Tail level - tucked, low, level, high - Ear level - floppy, back, neutral, forward, uneven, pointed) - Lips - Tight, loose, 'smiling', closed - Body balance (are they leaning forward, neutral, or leaning back/away from the stimulus) - Tail wagging if concentrated from mid to top of the tail (base stiff) (YES this can be a sign the dog is anxious NO it is not just because they're happy) - Presence of 'calming signals' - whole body shaking(wet dog shake), sighing, yawning, stretching - Body position (laying down, belly up, freezing in place, crouching/tucking, etc) - Eyes (hard, soft, wall eye, wide, fixed, moving, staring)

And finally, I do wanna plug the guy who taught me a lot of what I know because he is GREAT and his website has some really cool articles and podcasts - and I can actually recommend his youtube channel as well because most of it is just 'this is why we do what we do' rather than how-tos.

https://www.markmccabe.com/ https://www.markmccabe.com/blog/ (I particularly recommend What do Grade Schools and Mountains have to do with dog training? and Is your dog an optimist?) Youtube channel And now cats! So, cats at their core are similar, but their behaviors will differ slightly. Also again I'll reiterate that while I've had cats all my life and have worked with them extensively I have not received any formal training. So, where a lot of dog behaviors are focused on the person, cat behaviors will often be focused on their environment or other animals. Because we don’t train cats that ‘human means things happen’ they are less likely to connect a human with their unfulfilled need. (So, instead of a dog feeling anxious and going ‘must find/interact with/annoy human’, a cat will feel anxious and go ‘how can I fuck something up. anything it doesnt matter it just has to be something someone loves’). Low level behaviors - ‘sudden’ activity/reactive to loud noises (if you get up and they do, if they consistently hide at a certain noise, etc) - consistently pushing things off surfaces or other ‘attention seeking’ behaviors - ‘Scarfing’ food or eating and then vomitting - Stalking or consistent following of you or other animals

Mid-level behaviors

- Litter box guarding (will 'wait' outside the box while another cat is using it and may start a fight - agitation when being pet or touched - loss of appetite - anti-social behavior(hiding, hissing, etc) - swatting with claws extended - ‘Pouncing’ or stalking behavior that may escalate

High level behaviors

- Starting fights with animals who are not interacting with them - Peeing/pooping outside the litter box - Biting and breaking skin - unprovoked attacks that cause injury

As with dogs, one or two of these things doesn’t mean 100% your cat has an anxiety problem, but these are all indicators that something might be causing your cat stress and that should be addressed.

i wanna take a ride

summary: reader wants to ride donnie but he doesnt think you can handle it pairing: donald pierce x reader word count: 2459 warning: nsfw a/n: this is a part to the “minx!reader x donald pierce” series i have had planned for a couple of eternities. click here for the “minx” masterlist!

“Sure you can handle that, baby?”

His question was not, in itself, what vexed you. No, it was the deriding snort that escaped him; it was the expression one would only ever use when gently scolding a child; it was the voice of pure skepticism. Donnie did not believe you could handle him.

Challenge accepted.

Instead of acting up over a - what Donnie would consider “petty” - reason, as you usually would have, you sighed and shifted, pouted your glossed-up lips, and concocted your best pretense of coyness mixed with dejection.

Donnie leaned closer to you, inspecting your suddenly meek mien. He then chuckled, for he knew all too well you were about the furthest thing from shy or even innocent. You were too confident in your allure, thinking you could have him any way you wanted, and although he was as good as wrapped around your manicured finger, he would not admit to that in any near future.

“Aw, baby. Come here now,” said he soothingly, brushing his hand across your cheek, caressing the soft skin, and just as he had you thinking you had deceived him, his large, calloused hand grasped you by the neck with an unexpected force. “You and I both know you couldn’t ride me to save your life. This little cunt—” his cybernetic hand cupped your pussy in a matter of seconds, “—can barely take me as it is; how’d ya expect to top me, hm?”

The cold pressure of digits massaging you through your panties made you writhe, whimper, and cling to his muscled forearm.

“This how wet you get for me? Thinkin’ you can handle my cock? Thinkin’ ‘bout me splittin’ you in two?”

“Donnie,” moaned you, mind racing. Tingling his flesh with the tip of your nails, you guided the hand on your throat up to your mouth, planting a wet kiss on his ring. He knew what you wanted.

At this point, frankly, you did not care how he would take you. On your knees, over his knees, against the wall, on the dining table, in the bathtub—as long as he took you.

And also, he may have a point. Riding him may have gotten your heart racing but so would a crashing plane, and

As Donald watched you take two of his digits into his mouth, he chuckled, a sweet, mischievous sound reverberating in his chest.

“Come ‘ere, baby.” Pulling you up, he made a swift movement to have your legs wrapped around his waist, immediately connecting your lips in a hungry kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close as possible while he carried you to your bedroom. Dropping you unceremoniously on the bed, he reached behind his neck, and first pulled off the t-shirt he wore, then his socks, his jeans along with his briefs.

Your eyes widened in excitement, chest heaving as you inhaled. His member stood tall, proud, and thick, and it took you no longer than a second to reach out for him, stroking him as you invited him to join you in bed.

For a man exuding such command and claiming to be a lifetime-top, he sure was rock-hard in your tight grip.

Smirking against his lips, you pulled him by the beck of his neck down on the bed. Straddling him, you secured a knee on each side of his body, grinding down against his aggressive hard-on. He felt your slickness through your barely clothed pussy, too grinding up into you.

To be fair, it did make you wonder if perhaps you had been a bit bold in your request. Surely, it turned you on to see a man usually being the one in control be controlled, but he had not been lying when he had taunted you. It was only a truth that his thick girth filled you to the hilt, barely leaving room to mold your insides to the size of his manhood.

But you were not going to back out now.

How at ease he looked lying beneath you, heavy-lidded, and chest heaving as he inhaled you smell of roses as he got comfortable on the many plush pillows that decorated your bed. Smirking at the sight, you leaned forward, persistently grinding against his cock and ran your hands up his broad, muscled chest, feeling the smoothness of what just might be God's greatest creation yet.

Peppering wet kisses along his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his mouth, nibbling on his earlobe, you hummed into his ear when he suddenly had a fistful of your hair in his hand, pulled you an inch from his face.

“Y’said ya wanted to ride me, baby doll. So get to work, yeah?” Though his voice was in the same stern tone which you imagined he used to order his team around, you could not help but turn your surprised expression into a giggle, for he looked oh so soft lying spread on your red and pink bedding.

“Patience, baby. Only good boys get to come,” hushed you teasingly, remembering all those times he had told you just that.

Donnie shook his head at you and chuckled, propping his arms behind the back of his head. He knew he easily could manhandle you by toppling you over and have you his way, but he had to admit - again, not that he would - it was pretty entertaining seeing you bite off more than you could chew. In any way, however, as soon as you started bouncing on his cock he would have front seat tickets to possibly the best show of his life.

Toying with the hem of your tight white top, you pulled it over your head, quick to swat Donald's hand away when he instinctively reached for you.

"Na-uh," tsked you, a sly smirk curling the corner of your plump lip.

Moving your panties to the side, you held his cock in your hand and lubricated his head between your folds.

You felt Donnie's hips jump at the sensation, and you chuckled cunningly, knowing he was about to go out of his mind at the sight. So you merely teased yourself with his throbbing hard-on, but then you were gone.

"Ah, c'mon–oh..."

Donald's eyes shot open and the crease between his eyebrows showed only a second before it faded again.

You offered him a dove-eyed glance through your luscious, and quite frankly expensive, eyelashes before you commenced the task.

Stroking him once, a kitten-licks from his balls and up his shaft,

then gliding a long flat-tongued lick along the prominent, pulsating vein, and then you took his leaking mushroom-head into your mouth.

A groan, a sigh, a moan, and a growl.

He did not know what turned him on the most—the way you looked while you sucked his cock as if your life depended on it, or the fact that just seconds ago you had wet him in your own juices and were now cleaning that very mess up by making an even bigger one.

"Fuck, baby—"

Then the obscene sound one makes when sucking hard while pulling the lollipop away. Although you licked and sucked it like he was candy and you were merely trying to satisfy your sweet tooth, this was Donnie's cock and he wantonly moaned, his hips stuttering.

Pumping his cock, he shifted and you looked up only to feel him pull you closer to him, ushering you to sit in his lap.

Holding you by the throat in his fleshy hand, Donnie tilted his head a tad, the light from the street and moon enough to make his gold tooth glimpse in the dim room.

"If I'm not wrong someone was awfully sure they could handle me not long ago," hummed he, dark eyes fluttering from your eyes to your inviting lips, licking his own. "You're not pussying out on me now, are ya baby?"

"No–no, Don—"

His bionic hand pulled you down by the hips, forcing you to feel just what you had done to him. A gasp got caught in your airway, the hand wrapped around your throat, no exactly threateningly tight, still entrapping you and compromising your air-intake.

"That's good, that's good, baby. 'Cause you're gonna take my cock, now, like the good little girl I know you are, and you ain't gonna stop till my cum pours out of this tight lil' cunt here, a'ight?"

Goddamnit, if you weren't wet before you sure were leaking now.

"I asked if you understand," hissed he through grit teeth, his hot breath fanning over your lips. You nodded, and he mimicked you, laying back down. "Walk the talk, baby, walk the talk."

Bracing yourself, you exhaled and lined him up at your opening. Ragged and uneven, you shuddered as he penetrated the slit, filling you up, little by little.

A sigh fell from Donald and he squeezed your hip. "That's it, baby, you're doing good."

You forced yourself down on him, whimpering as his length pressed into your stomach, and your manicured nails dug into his chest. Finally sitting flat against him with his cock buried deep inside you, a cry fell from your pouted lips when your walls clenched around him.

You were elated when a guttural groan, followed by a deep moan, escaped Donald; at least he felt the pleasure of your pain.

But as you slowly adjusted to the sore rapture, you too could neglect the stinging sensation and began to carefully roll your hips.

Donnie reached for you and pulled you down to connect your laps, thinking it might distract you from whatever discomfort you might experience.

Swallowing the angelic sounds he elicited from you, he sucked on your neck, enjoying the tight feeling the squeezed impressively. Goddamn, he could burst right now but the thing was, despite preferring to have you his way, he surprisingly enjoyed simply lying back, watching you get off on his cock.

He felt nice. Stoking the fire that was currently burning you up from the inside.

"Donnie," hummed you, gasping. "Fuck."

Both of his hands went to your ass, guiding you further down on him, encouraging you into a faster pace, and a string of sounds left you.

The wetness of your pussy could be heard over your whimpers, soon the obscene sound of slapping skin, too, filled the room.

Tears prickled in the corner of your eye, the concoction of pain and pleasure simply too much to handle. Add the increasing ferocity of his lust molding you to fit him to the mix and you were left with begging—no, pleading him to slow down.

"What's wrong, baby? Thought you said you could handle me."

"Ba–baby, I... I can't—" your vocal cord gave out when he twitched inside you, your mouth shaping an 'o'.

"Nu-uh, baby girl. You feel that? You feel how good my cock is filling ya?"

It seemed the roughness and pain and pleasure, as well as his southern drawl, all took your breath away.

"Donni—!" His name stuck in your throat as he lifted you by the waist and began pounding up into you, the most wanton sounds yet again filling the room.

"You got all bratty about wanting my cock, so now you're gonna be a good little brat and ride it out."

At this point you could barely assimilate his words, your mind entering a never-tried-before state of euphoria. It was official. He had successfully fucked you into oblivion. Collapsing on top of Donnie's chest, you cried, moaned, whimpered, and screamed as he fucked you through an orgasm so intense you could hear when your release gushed out of you. Perhaps it was because you had worked yourself up for hours, trying to convince Donald to let you ride him, or maybe it was simply because he felt impossibly good so thick inside you; nevertheless, it sure as hell did not help your course when he reached down to rub your clit in a pitiless motion.

A frenzy startled you, sending that which felt like a jolt of electricity through your body and guiding you towards hypersensitivity, and your walls contracted as Donnie hammered into you, chasing his own high. You knew he was close—his ferity was faltering, his hips stuttered, and with what strength he had left, Donald forced you even closer on to him, groaning as you milked his cock.

Rolling off of him, you struggled to gain composure over your breathing. It felt as if you had just imploded.

He sighed deeply, muttering: "Ah, fuck, baby..."

Tilting your head so that you could see how he was doing, you noticed his eyes flickered between your heaving chest and your sex before he caught you watching.

Following his gaze, a heat came to pool in your cheeks. Fuck.

"Oh... I—"

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You were wet. Soaking. Fuck. The luxury Chinese silk quilt that had covered your bed was wrinkled up, a big wet spot on it, the fabric completely engulfed in the smell of sex.

"Did... Did I—" stammered you, unable to finish your question before embarrassment made you cover your face. "Oh, God!"

"Hey, hey, hey. Baby, it's okay, c'mere. C'mere," hushed Donald and tugged you into his warm chest, soothingly stroking your back. It was no secret he was not a big 'snuggler' post-coitus, and although he prided himself on making you squirt over his fucking cock just now, he recognized your mortification. "You did so well for me, baby."

Your clit was stilling throbbing, a mixture of your juices leaking out of your cunt, and you hummed into his chest, trying to calm down. It felt like he had completely molded you to fit him.

"Don't cry, doll. You ain't done nothin' wrong."

"I made a mess," muttered you, too ashamed to even look him directly in the eye.

Donnie hooked a finger beneath your chin, cupped your cheek and you leaned into his touch.

"Baby, hey—" He paused to passionately kiss you, then made you look at him. "That–that was fuckin' hot, yeah? And you did so well for me tonight. Taking it like a champ, wantin' to make me proud, hm."

You smiled in his hands, exhaling before leaning in to kiss him again.

You were already feeling much better; the soothing caress calming you down, the tingling sensation wearing off, and the praise—oh! the praise doing its job beautifully. But as nice as it was to finally be able to nestle up together, you were beginning to feel sticky.

"Babe," hummed you, your voice soft. He muttered a response, eyes closed. "Would you perhaps draw me a bath?"

A little pause ensued, but then you felt him moving a bit, then a sweet kiss being pressed to your forehead.

"Bubbles or no bubbles?"

Brooo!!! Tell me more about character design!!!

TYSM FO. R SENDIGN THIS BUBBY <3

ok so. i will tlak ab my science team bcs hyperfixation <3 they range from human passing to so very nonhuman but none of them are really human ! this is going under a cut because it is so very long

darnold is most human , he looks p mcuh normal but he consumes things that should absolutely kill him VXBSB.. hes around 5′7 , i draw him w a square-ish shape language bcs hes intelligent and relatively sensible but round corners cause hes v kind !! i hc he enjoys old-timey fashion so i give him a bowtie & suspenders under his labcoat ! he also gets dimples bc cute. 

gordon is p human at first glance but if u look closer he has slightly pointed ears and his canines are a little longer than average. he also has retractable claws like a cat , benreys like wtf didnt you say it was weird that i had claws ? and hes like nah its weird you cant retract them. also its barely noticeable but gordons hair moves veery slightly when hes emotional becayse heehoo. hes around 5′9 and has a relatively wide rectangle silhouette bcs hes hard-working and trustworthy ! post-game he mostly wears comfortable casual clothes like sweaters and knee-lenght shorts. dresses like a dad :^)

coomer mostly looks like a regular friendly old guy , but he has a buncha cybernetics hidden under his clothing bcs of course he does ! the extendo-arms are visibly metallic but his leg enhancements are mostly internal. hes 5′4 and has a v much circular silhouette ! friend-shaped !! he wears kind grandpa clothes.. shorts , hawaiian shirts , vests etc ! and yes he wears crocs <3

forzen is also pretty human-passing in terms of appearence , though he Can and occasionally Does subtly shapeshift.. and she also consumes things that would be so deadly to humans. like motor oil and rocks :) hes seemingly immune to bullets and has fangs but only sometimes. shes 6ft tall and her shape is p much square ! he wears an outfit v similar to his military uniform bc everyone was like dude get some new clothes wtf. so she was like FINE *buys near-identical red beret , fishing vest , huge backpack , camo pants and boots*

tommy.... WAY too tall 2 be human. hes 7′8. taller than gman. his silhouette is very tall thin oval :) round edges again bcs hes kind ! hes lanky but a lot physically stronger than he looks. he also consumes inedible things like computer keyboards. he has fangs , his eyes glow in the dark and he can use sweetvoice to a basic extent ! he also wears suspenders and bowties along w comfy baggy clothes like sweaters & chunky sneakers or crocs ! he also wears a lot of chew jewellery and he loves patterned socks :) he also uses a cane because being SO fucking tall isnt v easy on yr joints ! he uses crutches on worse days.

bubby is. also very tall but nowhere near tommy. hes 6′5 ! he has noticeably very pale skin & neat rows of pointy teeth (altho some are probably chipped). they also have almost-clawed fingers , v pointy shape language with a tall thin rectangular kinda silhouette. theyr not v physically strong most of the time so theyre pretty scrawny. his strength works on cartoon logic tho so he can be strong sometimes if it makes the situation funnier hebfhebr.. in-game he wears p much exactly the scientist uniform w no added stuff , but post-game hes like oh shit ! i casn do what i want now !! and goes out and buys a shitload of leather jackets and chunky shoes and gets so many piercings. awesome. the piercings & studs on their clothes also add pointiness to his design :^) oh and ! they use crutches because spending most of your life suspended in goo isnt very good for your muscles .

gman ! 7′5 so also inhumanly tall. he has pale greyish skin and is pretty clearly not human , he also has fangs & his eyes glow perpetually he Cannot Turn That Off. he doesnt necessarily eat inedible stuff but he has uncharacteristic reactions to foods , like alcohol doesny affect him at all but he drinks a pint of sparkling water and wakes up in a hollowed out tree stump in the woods at 4am 2 miles from his house. he can also teleport , make himself invisible for a limited time , levitate , and shapeshift ! he has a tall thin rectangular silhouette similar to bubby , but a little wider bcs hes more imposing & strong. when hes not in one of his 50 identical suits , he wears dad clothes also; hawaiian shirts & shorts and of course... socks & sandals.

finally benrey ! he4s so small. simply small as fuck. hes generally around 4′4 , but he doesnt really have a consistent height bcs hes constantly shapeshifting because he can. they also shift their weight occasionally and their hairstyle is never consistent at all. they have pale greyish skin , the face shadow ofc is permanent as are their eyebags , and he also just . doesnt have a nose. he can smell he just doesnt have one. probably has no ears either. he has a round silhouette but sharp uneven teeth & generally p messy hair , cause hes unassuming and laid back but Can fuck u up if he wants to. which generally they dont bcs they dont actually like being in physical conflict much at all. they use a wheelchair post-canon bcs dying does that to u <3 he doesnt mind tho , he and tommy deck it the fuck OUT w stickers. he wears casual clothes like hoodies and sweatpants ,  and has a seemingly endless hat collection... chullos , helmets , ball caps , beanies , you name it ! i usually draw them with a specific hat based on the situation , like im doing an animatic of the callmecarson spelling bee and benrey has a ball cap that says “im a keeper” with a pic of a bee on it. awesome

OK THATS LIKE ALL I HAVE tysm for letting me infodump BSKJKD... if u read all of this im proud of u <3

[1/2] [noncon ~21 yr old jask] jasksier walking down the street, he's been disowned by his rich family, makes lives in a shady part of town with the money he makes at a barmaid (what the fuck is that word in modern english i legit dont remember ive read so much fic😂) Geralt works in the mafia under Vesemir, he's his second-hand man, and sees Jaskier walking alone at night, humming something under his breath. Loves his carefree innocence and wants to /ruin it/. omg i love the guns kink so much😂

2/2Pullshim into an alley, cigarette in his mouth, presses gun to small of Jaskier's back "stay still or ill shoot you." Rips his clothes off, fucks him however you'd like (i imagine hard, rough, and not too painless), and then shoves a gun inside him (which is probably equally painful, if not more), just for funsies, doesnt care that his cum's gonna fuck with his gun's upkeep. "Is that loaded?" "Keep talking and youll find out" afterwards, geralt lets him go and jask asks "was it loaded" "yes."

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Warning: non con, gun kink

Hope you like it, and no worries barman/barmaid or barista I believe is the modern term anyway so you’re good XD

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It was bordering 2 am and he was very quickly losing interest in whatever deal he was supposed to be making with the fucker now 20 minutes late,. He had only stayed out so long so he could watch as the main street filtered out with people in various drunken stages, from the poor sods acting as chaperones to the ones who couldn't keep their liquor down and threw it all up on the pavement, it was interesting in its own weird way watching as other people went about their lives none the wiser as to the sort of dealings that went on in the dark.

With that thought, he deemed the meeting important enough to wait until he finished his cigarette, after that he would go home, get pleasantly buzzed on whiskey and maybe even hire some company for the evening and let Vesemir deal with the fallout tomorrow. Not that he expected a bollocking, he was punctual as always and if their clients weren't of a similar mind then it wasn't worth the business.

Eyes still watching the dwindling nightlife he caught sight of a boy leaving one of the clubs, a boy being what he was for he could barely be legal, and his eyes caught on the embroidered shirt he wore and the dark denim jeans that looked as if they'd been tailored to accentuate his ass. It was clear the boy came from money and he briefly wondered whether there may be a job in trying to blackmail the boy's parents, he half expected a car to come and pick him up given the late hour but instead, the boy wrapped his arms around himself before he ventured away from the road and down an alley he knew to be a shortcut into dingier part of town, the part where most people didn't bother to hide most of their dealings, and curiosity piqued, he followed.

He kept his distance for a while, his ears barely catching the tune the boy was whistling as he kicked a rock when he walked, the cliche sign of someone down on their luck if he'd ever seen it. It was apparent the boy had been through some sort of hardship, his clothes were tailored, his hair artfully styled and even 10 paces back he could smell the expensive cologne he was wearing, and yet the boy was out long after dark when mummy and daddy would worry after their protege and he was heading towards trouble in this neighborhood. He had been through hardship, yes, but there was an innocence to him from the way he kicked at the rock like a child to how he hummed a familiar tune and he found that he wanted.

Wanted to ruin the kids' boyish innocence and leave him broken and ravaged on the roadside and so, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, he pulled the gun from his waistband and picked up his pace until he was able to reach forward with his free hand and grab his hair to pull him deeper into the alley whilst he lifted the gun to press against his temple as he leaned forward to whisper in the boy's ear "Don't scream, I'd hate to ruin that pretty face of yours"

Shoving the boy into the nearest wall he kicked his legs apart to make space for himself before pushing up behind him so there was nowhere for him to go, he pressed against the boys back and forced him harshly into the wall before he slowly ground his growing erection to press against the boys' ass, taking far too much enjoyment from the small whimper he heard from the boy before he tried to turn his head to face him.

"Just take my money, I don't-"

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to go out after dark little bird"

"Please, just let-"

"I don't think you're in any place to be making demands" Gun still fixed to the boys' temple he began pawing at the front of his shirt to try and loosen the buttons but after it took far too long to undo just the first one he grabbed at the almost silk like material and using his teeth to help get a grip on the material, managed to rip it off the boy's chest before he leaned forward to kiss and nip his teeth at his throat, feeling his dick twitch as he heard the boy panting in small uneven breaths as he bit his bottom lip as if trying to keep back the noises he wanted to make.

Shirt gone, he let his free hand trail across his chest to tug harshly at a nipple, pulling and pinching it between his fingers until the boy let out a pained cry which only caused him to shove the barrel of his gun under the boy's chin with the whispered command to be quiet, earning another whimper, before he moved to the other nipple to give it the same treatment.

Once the boy's nipples were red and hard under his hand he pulled away just far enough to tug at the waistband of his jeans to pull them along with his underwear down to his ankles, effectively trapping his legs before once again moving to stand between them, forcing the boy to press against the cold, brick wall as his still clothed dick now strained at the denim to press in the crease of the boys bare ass.

When he brought two fingers up to the boy's mouth, at first he resisted, the boy's mouth remaining firmly closed even as he tried to force it open, a feat much harder one handed so instead he moved those fingers to rub against the boy's hole, dry, pressing one of them in just barely but enough that he felt the boy clench tightly against the intrusion, soft pleas to stop falling from his lips.

"I'm fucking you one way or the other, depends how easy you want to make it on yourself" With that, he pulled his fingers away from the boy's hole and back in front of his mouth "Last chance"

He couldn't help but growl into the boy's neck as he felt a wet tongue begin to lick at the tips of his fingers, only he didn't have time to wait for the boy to kitten lick his fingers, hell he didn't want to wait so instead just shoved them straight down the boy's throat, letting out a small moan as he felt the boy gag around them and try to get any control back. He didn't let him, he just fucked his fingers into his mouth three, four, five times before pulling them out before he crouched down behind the boy, and using the gun, moved one of his ass cheeks to the side so that he could get a view of his hole before spitting on it, chuckling as he heard the boy moan and watched his hole clench and unclench at the warm spit before he stood back up and unceremoniously pushed the first finger in, he wasn't a brute after all.

As he began fucking the boy with one finger, quickly making it two, he trailed the barrel of his gun along the boy's stomach, side, across his neck, chuckling as he felt his muscles clench and small shivers pass through him whilst he began to suck a series of dark hickies onto the boy's neck.

Just as soon as he'd started, he was pulling his fingers out and in a quick movement had his dick out and slicked with spit before the tip was pressed against the boy's hole, taking far too much enjoyment at the way he felt it clench against him, already awaiting that tight heat as he began to push in, whatever protest the boy may have tried to make died on his lips and instead became a pained cry which was quickly muffled by shoving his face into the wall, as he pushed even deeper, all but grinding his teeth to try and keep control, to drag it out as long as possible as the boy whimpered around his cock.

When he was fully seated in the boy he pulled back a little just to watch as he pulled about halfway out before quickly thrusting back in, letting out a growl at the pained whimper from the boy as he began to pick up his pace and really fuck into the boy.

He had been reduced to somewhat animalistic grunts as he fucked into the boy with fervor, made better by every cry and whimper and pained groan that seemed to come out of the boy every other thrust that made him just want to fuck harder, to get deeper until the boy was nothing more than a simpering mess around his cock.

It was on one thrust that had caused the boy to shout that had him stop, pressing him close to the wall so he could breathe in his ear, gun teasing under his chin "Thought I told you to keep quiet"

"I'm sorry, I pro-" With the boy's mouth open he quickly shoved the tip of his gun past his lips, all but feeling the boys distress as his whole body clenched in fear, his hole now had a death grip on his cock as he carried on fucking into him causing him to groan as he tried to fuck even harder into him as he neared his release "Best be good little bird, wouldn't want to see you get hurt"

He could practically hear the scowl from the boy at that, he knew the irony of course, the promise not to hurt him with a gun in his mouth whilst he fucked his ass with no lube and little prep, he just didn't care and ignored whatever attempts the boy tried to make to get his mouth off the gun and instead forced it just a little bit deeper as his thrusts started to become uneven and desperate as he neared the edge of his release.

It was when he moved his thumb to take the safety off of the gun still in the boy's mouth, causing the boy to panic and try to squirm and thrash to get out of his hold that caused him to clench even tighter on his cock that he finally came with a long groan, letting the boy's movement milk as much come from his cock as he slowly rode out the aftershocks until they were standing there, the boy tense in his arms as he leisurely began to fuck the tip of his gun in his mouth just for something to do.

He ventured his free hand down to the boy's half hard dick and with a smirk on his face and a warning to keep quiet, he both pulled out of the boy's hole and took the gun out of his mouth.

"That thing isn't loaded is it?" He doesn't give an answer as with his free hand he pushed between the boy's shoulder blades to keep him fixed to the wall whilst he began to toy the edge of his gun at the boy's rim, feeling him tense up even more if that were possible "Is it loaded? Please don't, I don't want-"

"Keep talking and you'll find out" He then pushed the barrel past the boy's rim, just a bit thicker than his own dick, and into his hole, already slick with spit from the boy's mouth, but given the pained hiss and the small grunts with every little twist of the wrist, it was a lot to take. He angled the gun just a little as he began to thrust it a little deeper into the boy and it was when his breath hitched he knew he'd found the boys prostate and did his best to abuse it.

A part of him lamented the loss of his gun, already his come was starting to leak out the boy's hole even with the gun in him and he didn't want to think what inside the barrel would look like, but in his business guns were as easy to come by as candy so he didn't mourn too long as he watched the boy slowly get harder as he was fucked by his gun, unable to stop himself from burying his face into the boy's neck to hear every breathless pant and barely held moan.

"You like being fucked by my gun? Such a dirty bitch, you'll get off to anything that's fucking you" With that, he wrapped a hand around the boy's dick and stroked in time with the thrusts of his gun "Beg for me to let you come, tell me how good it is to get fucked by my gun little bird" When there was no answer he tightened his grip around the boys cock until he cried out in pain "I said beg" his voice was deeper, darker, one that brooked no argument and he smiled just a little into the boy's neck when he felt him relax just a little in defeat.

"Please, please let me come" The words were strained but his orders were followed at least so slowly he began to stroke the boys cock again "Your gun feels so good in me, I'm such a slut and your gun fills me so well" again the words are monotonous and only being said because the boy had to but it still does the job and he's sure that even then if he hadn't come already, those words would have done it.

Instead, he doubled down his efforts, stroking the boys cock furiously whilst rubbing the barrel of the gun on his prostate until the boy is shaking against him as he comes. It's only when he's stopped shaking that he pulls the gun out, wiping the edge of it against the boy's side as he leaned to whisper in his ear "To answer your question little bird"

He quickly pointed the gun deep into the alley and fired, laughing when he felt the boy jolt in his arms at the loud bang that left behind a deafening silence. Without wasting much more time he tucked his dick back into his pants and his gun back into his waistband before turning to the boy, still frozen where he was left against the wall, not even daring to breathe,

"You should be more careful out there little bird, next person may not be as nice as me" With that he gave a light smack to the boy's ass, and seemed to finally get him into motion and scramble to put what on what was left of his clothes, not bothering to spare him a glance as he pulled out and lit a cigarette before he turned back into the alley to head back towards the club.

Jaemin NSFW A-Z

Warning: 00 LINE SMUT! DON’T LIKE DON’T READ!

THIS IS MY OPINION BTW!!

SORRY FOR MISTAKES I DIDN’T CHECK LOL.

FML IF I FORGOT A LETTER 

A- Aftercare

Na Jaemin is amazing at giving aftercare. Firstly, he’d just cuddle with you for a few minutes, stroking your hair peacefully. If you didn’t fall asleep already, he’d definitely get up and make you a hot drink. He might run a bath for the two of you, where he’d already decorated the bathroom with petals and candles. It’d be so cheesy but thats Nana for you. Then to settle you back to sleep after a long round, he’ll sing you to sleep quietly, kissing your forehead every once in a while.

B- Body (Your favourite part of his body and his favourite part of yours)

Well, i can’t exactly guess your favourite part of Jaemin’s body, but i sure as hell love his arms.

Like...how dare he attack you like this?? They may not be the most muscled arms in NCT, but they are nicely toned and you just adore laying your head on them, and giving his shoulders and biceps kisses. His favourite body part of yours is most likely your cheeks (face cheeks lmao); he loves squishing them and kissing them, pinching them, you name it. But he also loves your breasts, whether they’re big or small, because he wants to reassure you that he loves them. Also uses them as pillows ehehe.

C- Cum

When you’re comfortable, and on the pill, he prefers coming inside of you since he feels it is very intimate. However, he knows how risky it is so he will only do this every once in a while. He’d be really tidy though. His pullout game is strong lol. 

D- Dirty Secret

Secretly up for having a threesome/foursome with either Jeno or Jeno and Renjun. But we all knew that, didn’t we? Only if you were up for it though.

E- Experience (how experienced they are)

Obviously, Jaemin is an experienced flirter, but hasn’t has much experience with sex, since he’s only just legal. My belief is that he’s probably had blowjobs, fingered a girl, etc but never gone too far. However, i believe he’d be a natural in bed. Freaking perfect at eating you out, cockwarming, and doing all the right things to turn you on. Thrusts like a god. 

F- Favourite Position

It depends on the mood, but he likes it when you ride him, since he gets a nice view of your face and breasts bouncing up and down. He does enjoy missionary though, since Jaemin likes to take control over the situation so you don’t have to worry about anything. He will never try positions you weren’t comfortable with. If you were up for it, he’d try anything new if that’s what you wanted cause he’ll literally do anything for you.

G- Goofy

Jaemin is like a lightswitch; one moment hes all giggly and cute, but as soon as you get into bed he’s as serious and sexy as ever. He doesn’t want to ruin the hot mood. He’ll be really romantic though- constantly asking you if you’re okay or if you want him to go slower or faster. 

H- Hair

He keeps it messy, but not too uneven. His hair tends to stick to his neck when he sweats, so just like he would practice a choreography,his hair would be all over the place when you’d get intimate, too, which you didn’t mind.

I- Intimacy

Jaemin loves being romantic and sees sexual acts as a way to bond passionately as well as expressing how much he trusts and wants you. He’s the type to lay rose petals on the bed or in the bath. Might even leave you cute little notes leading to the bed, where he’d be laying, waiting for you.

J- Jack Off

Nana probably masturbates quite a lot, since he’s a hormonal teenager, what else can i say. Honestly, he’ll just think of you as the one who is feeling him up, as he touches himself. Probably does it after fan meets, performances and practice, which makes him feel really turned on after hours of hard work.

K- Kink

Hmm...Nana seems like the type to have a thing to be dominant (not that he wouldn’t like being submissive) but not to the level of bondage, daddy kink, etc. Idk, he just seems too sweet and caring to ever tie you up or degrade you, even if its what you really wanted. He seems like the type to adore body worship and leaving hickies/scratches. He’d love leaving hickies on your neck, but would make sure not to go too rough unless you said so. No matter what, Nana lives for scratches on his back. Gripping his hair and raking your nails down his backis HIS THING OKAY. HE FUCKING LOVES IT COME @ ME.

L- Location (Favourite place to have sex)

The bed- it’s the most comfy, and all Nana cares about is your comfort, what a sweetie. I think he’d never have sex in public, but might finger you underneath the table or something. Loves bath sex too, since the water’s warm and has a nice aroma, which hightens the mood. 

M- Motivation (Turn Ons)

Seeing you in frilly clothes. I feel like he’d be attracted to lighter coloured clothes on you, like white and pink? Definitely gets him hard. Will like it when you play a  little hard to get, since he adores teasing you. Plus, if you rake your hands through his hair, squeeze his thigh and biting his ear, etc...you’re getting him worked up with those dangerous fingertips. When he really needs you, he ends up sexting you. A lot. Especially in class so be prepared lmao.

N- No (Turn Offs)

Strange kinks. They aren’t romantic. Things like foot fetish. Erm..yeah he isnt into it. He doesn’t like degrading, whether receiving or giving. He wouldn’t understand why you’d want to call each other such horrible names.

O- Oral

Jaemin, when receiving, is a whole hot mess. With his head thrown back, sweat covering his body, and his arm over his eyes, he looks fucking delicious.When hes giving oral, he literally will do anything to hear your cute moans, which often leads to him making you feel extreme pleasure. This boy is perfect at giving and putting on a show when receiving.

P- Pace

If you’re not the one setting the pace, then he prefers to keep it steady. Not slow exactly, but not speedy either. He wants to make sure you feel him, and he stretches you in all the right places. He loves slowly kissing you as he thrusts, but will end up bucking his hips and going faster when he’s building up to his climax. It’s not hard to tell when Jaemin’s close to an orgasm. He’ll mutter out things like ‘I love you, Princess.’ or just will simply let out a string of moans and pull you closer.

Q- Quickies

Jaemin’s the type to really crave quickies. Anytime really. However, if you’re not a fan of them, he’ll give himself major sexual frustration, and will eventually beg you to suck his cock later when the two of you are alone. But they’ve happened in recording studios MANY times before. 

R- Risk (His comfort zone)

He does enjoy doing it in front of other members, but doing it secretly, like underneath the blankets or something. Anything like knife or blood play is a big NO. He will NEVER take the risk. As i’ve said before, Jaemin likes cumming inside of you. He won’t ever do it without your permission though.

S- Stamina (How many rounds)

Jaemin thinks that one round is enough, but he’ll do other stuff with you after. Make out, spoon, give you hickies and will then give you a bath or watch tv you you. He likes to make the first round last, and for it to be as perfect as possible, which wouldn’t be a problem since hes amazing at sex.

T- Toy (His favourite sex toys)

Doesn’t mind vibrators being used on him, but finds it addicting when they’re used to torment you. Especially when you’re studying. He’d turn it on ad off repeatedly, getting you hot and bothered while in your lessons.

U- Unfair (How they tease you)

Nana is a whole tease. He’s a brat, okay? He’s a playful, teasing bratty switch who most of the time gets challenged for dominance because you plan on giving him a hard time for all of his flirting and relentless teasing. He does shit like wear sleeveless shirts on purpose, and biting his lip waaay too many times. Winks often and generally gives you the ‘I know you want to fuck me’ look. Also, Jaemin has a habit of getting you jealous by flirting with fans- you fucking hate that.

V- Volume (How vocal they are)

He struggles to be quiet sometimes, especially when you kiss and suck his body, near his arousal. Whines like hell when you scratch down his back and kiss his jawline. He tries to make his moans pretty and loud, since he knows its a turn on for you. Nana isn’t afraid about letting you know how good you make him feel. Always breathes heavily after his release, which is even hotter.

W- Wild Card (Author’s Choice)

Jaemin wouldnt be nervous having sex at all. The only time he might slightly panic is when it’s your first time. He wants the experience to be as pleasurable as possible, but then again, he is very confident, so there’d be no need to worry. He’d be extremely honoured if he was your first, and would prepare the entire thing leading up to it. He’s so sweet and gentle.

X- X-ray (Their Package)

You��re fucking welcome. I don’t own the vid.

Y- Yearning (Sex Drive)

Jaemin has a high sex drive, what can i say? He craves for your touch 24/7, and constantly thinks of fucking you at the most random of times. Touches himself twice a day when you’re not around, watches porn like any other boy, and looks at pictures of you. It takes a lot of courage for him to NOT fuck you in the dorm rooms.

Z- ZZZ (How fast they fall asleep after)

Nana falls asleep so fast. He has such energy before and during sex but as soon as he reaches his climax, hes exhausted from all the stimulation. All he’d want to do is cuddle with you after. Make sure you get him up at the right time though...or another member will. Eek.

Hope you enjoyed!

fuck this took ages

Paint me yours (kth x reader) PART 1

Pairings: Artist!Taehyung x reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst (in the following chapters) 

Summary:  You are an art college student who struggles with finances. Until one day, on an exhibition of the arising artist Kim Taehyung, when the same boy offers you a job as his model. Would it be just a simple job or would it complicate your life in ways you have never thought it would?

Warnings: none in this one (perhaps my bad writing and lots of mistakes?) 

A/N: So here is the first chapter. I really don’t know what to think about it as i haven’t written anything in more than a year (so sorry guys but now I am back, yey) I really do hope you like it and please let me know what you think and whether you would like to be tagged in the series ♥ Enjoy 

Euphoria. Excitement. Happiness. Exaltation. A complete symphony of colors and emotions. Blue, purple, violet, azure - blended in such a way that glues you to the masterpiece. At places it seems unfinished, raw, as though the creator has been in a hurry. But at the same time it is so detailed that you wonder how long it took him to create it. It represents a woman, or to be more precise, a young girl. Long hair composed with ochre, amber, honey and a hint of gold, covers half of her pale face. Her lips are the perfect combination of red, cheery, wine and auburn. An orderly chaos of colors.

While everything seems just as raw painting, the most capturing features are the eyes. They are so detailed and express the condition of the girl. The sparks that make her look tangible grabs you on a roller coaster of thoughts and feelings and somehow makes you even experience the same state.  I move to the next painting.

Sadness. Affliction. Pain. Torment. The contrast between the used shades is much deeper. Pale yet dark. The more I look at it, the more it captivates me. All of the creations I saw were beyond amazing, complete masterpieces but this one… This one is different. One look and I got this strange feeling in my guts when we anticipate something bad, something that might hurt us.

The background is composed of dark shades, while the girl is sculpted of the pale range of colors. Again, the most detailed parts are the eyes. You get the feeling as if a soul was trapped inside the drawn girl that shows how much she suffers. The more you contemplate, the more you assume that the darkness around her represents the cruel world, while the bright yet shaded colors shows how fragile and broken she is. Is it from the world? What destroyed her? Who made her look like a shattered vase which parts are no longer going to form its beautiful shape?

Holding my glass of champagne I took some steps back and sat on the settee opposite the painting. Thanks god it wasn’t that low as they use to be in other galleries. I crossed my legs which caused the hem of my black dress to roll up slightly. As an art student, I tend to visit many exhibitions in order to get inspiration, gain knowledge of the new and unorthodox styles and improve mine. I can’t say I am complaining as we are given free access to any kind of such events. This is beyond amazing as now I am contemplating the art of one of the rising artists – Kim Taehyung. Honestly, I have never seen him but the critics consider him the new Van Gogh and now I understand why.

When I came I was so uneven about it, all the people here were rich and classy and I, a broken student with a cheap dress borrowed from her friend, had no place here. Everything was out of my league and I felt like garbage disfiguring this place.

“You seem really immersed into the picture.”, someone chucked, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw man in golden suit and two glasses of champagne in his hands. His smile was so bright, genuine, that it made me blush slightly, “May I?”, he titled his head towards the settee as if asking if it was free.

“Ye- yeah, of course”, I stuttered and put a lock of fallen hair behind my ear.

His smile grew bigger and he took the free seat next to me.

“Here.”, he gave me one of the glasses. I looked up at him confused, “I saw that you have already finished yours so…”, I looked at my glass which was empty. I might have stayed there for a way longer time that I have thought. I left the glass on the floor next to the settee.

“Thank you.”, I gave him a smile, although inside I was feeling embarrassed, “Very fond of you.”, I said after taking the offered glass.

“Well, I just wouldn’t have forgiven myself if I have left such a beautiful lady sitting here by her side. The champagne was just an excuse to approach you.”, I bit my lip and tried to hide myself due to the blush that crept on my face.

“You are even more appealing when blushing.”, okay, I have never believed I could become so red but here I am.

“Please, stop.”, I stuttered through the smile that just grew bigger on my face.

“Why?”, he tilted his head and asked me with that sweet smirk still placed on his face, his eyes never leaving my figure, “you don’t like honest people?”, as a response I chuckled and tried to gain my dignity and look at him. Why was I such a blushing mess around this… stranger…a handsome stranger?

“It is just that you are the first one to approach me this evening.”, a slight feeling of sadness made my stomach turn as I recall the events, pardon, the lack of them from this night. I started playing with my hands as something as pity overwhelmed me.

“Well-”, his deep baritone voice made me look at him. This time he was facing the painting in front of us which gave me the opportunity to survey him. Soft pink lips, sweet roundy nose, medium long light eyelashes. Skin in the color of bronze and a golden suit that make him look like a god. Aristocratic hands with long fingers, adorned with rings. The way he is holding the glass gives you the thoughts that a prince is sitting oppose you, “It is their lose.”, he states after locking his eyes with mine. And then I’m completely lost. They are just like the sad girls’ in the paintings – full of emotions. I see the same spark that leads directly to his soul. It captivates you. There is love, care, tenderness that make my heart skips a beat. But also you can spot something wild and intriguing. An abyss of feelings kept locked deep inside.

He took a sip of his champagne which caught my attention and made me break the eye contact. How could such a simple action as drinking makes me wanna grab the brushes and paint this gorgeous creature on the canvas?

“I can’t say I am complaining of that.”, I followed his movements and took a taste of my drink, “They seem like they are here only for talking. All of them are just chit-chatting and just at times spare a glance at the paintings. It – It just looks like a gathering of the rich and bitchy class.”, suddenly he burst into laughing. Oh that sound… It was like a soft melody for my years I could listen to all day. It was so infectious and addicting.

“What?”, I asked confused but with a smile plastered on my face.

“I couldn’t have said it more correctly. I’ve met everybody in the gallery and yet you are the only one contemplating the works.”

“Isn’t that what we are supposed to do on an exhibition? But apart from that, these paintings, these masterpieces…”, I took a breath like looking at the sad girl opposite me, “they are captivating. There is life in them, there is soul. Undoubtedly the artist is one of the best I’ve ever come across. Many have the ability to draw, few have the talent to create a masterpiece, something that makes you stop and think. And these here, they indeed convey more than a hundred words.”

“And where do you think that comes from?”, he asks me in that deep voice of his. I turn my attention back on him to see the man already looking at me with a stern expression showing nothing.

“The ability to make a painting live?”, he nodded his head in agreement, “Pain.”

“Pain?”

“Pain. It is always the pain. Why do you think the greatest artists are those who have suffered the most?  Sadness, sorrow, ache, agony… they are different than the other feelings. When something good happens to you, you are happy for a short moment. Usually those moments tends to be forgotten way easier than the moments that our soul was in pain. It is just that the affliction we bottle inside us ruins us in the end. The knots in our stomach, the suffocating feeling in our chest… they are tormenting us and we all need a way to express them somehow, to try to get them out of us. And the answer is always the art. It doesn’t matter whether it would be with a brush or a pen in our hands, if we are going to compose a poem, song or just draw something.  We just want the pain away. For its tight fist around our hearts to weaken, for its dark thoughts to leave us at peace at night, for the tears to stop rolling down and choke us.”, I paused in order to take a sip of my champagne, feeling his eyes following my movements, “That is one of the reasons why I like this one so much.”, I continued pointing at the work before us, “It look as if not only the model had been sad, but also the artist.”, when I turned around he had a sad smile on his face. For a moment I saw the abyss – full of sorrow and regret, pain and affliction.

“You can’t be more right.”, and once again, as he looked up, the door to his soul closed with that stern expression, “That is why I don’t know whether I like this work or not.”

“It recalls a bad event?”

“It recalls the day I painted her.”

My eyes were so wide that surely they were going to pop out of my head. I opened my mouth, then close it, then opened it again. I was so shocked that I could say nothing.

“I still remember how heartbroken she was.”

“You- you are the artist?”, my voice raised an octave higher and I cursed myself.

“Surprised?”, he asked smiling at my shocked expression.

“You just caught me off guard.”

And then the rest of the night kind of slips my mind. I don’t really know how long we’d been talking through various topics. Whatever felt like hours had only been half an hour once I saw the watch on my hand.

“Unfortunately, as a host, I need to make a speech. It was nice to meet you -”

“(Y/N)!”, answering I took his hand as he helped me get up from the settee.

“(Y/N).”, he said tasting my name and I could not miss the way his tongue rolled and the deep voice that sent shivers down my spine, “A beautiful name for a way more gorgeous girl.”

“Why are you trying to make my blush so hard?”, I asked trying to hide my face.

“I don’t know. I just like it.”, he shrugged with a smile, “Can I ask you something, (Y/N)?”, is it just me or he just lowered his voice on purpose while saying my name.

“O-Of course.”, out of nervousness I started playing with my own hands which only made his smirk grow bigger.

“Would you like to be my model, darling?”

Welcome to the Family - Chapter 3

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Word Count: 2,151 (Total Word Count: 6,340) Read on AO3

Story Summary: Lance had been excited about his family taking in a foster kid, eager to get to meet his brand new little brother or sister, who would surely adore and idolize their super cool Big Brother Lance. What he got instead was a sullen, quiet, temperamental teenage housemate with a criminal record and a disastrous haircut.

Lance: hes here. car just pulled into the street

Pidge: Tell him hi from us.

Lance: he doesnt know u

Pidge: So that means we can’t be friendly?

Hunk: what’s he like?

Lance: idk hes not even thru the door yet. text u back soon

Lance shut off the screen of his phone and shoved it into his pocket as he got up to bound down the staircase where he’d been perched on the top step. “Rachel!” he called as he descended. “Keith’s here!”

“You don’t need to yell,” Rachel spoke up from where she’d been lounging across the couch in the front room. She sat up, closing her laptop and setting it aside before she stretched and looked over to where Lance had landed and was now trying to peer into the driveway through the frosted-glass window of the front door. “You spotted him?”

“Yeah, he’s getting out of the car now,” Lance answered, face still pressed to the glass.

“What does he look like?”

“Blurry.”

“Should have guessed. Step back from the door, would you, Lance? You’re gonna freak him out.”

Right as she said it the doorknob began turning, and Lance jumped back, narrowly avoiding being hit in the face by the door as it swung inward to usher in his broadly smiling mother. “Lance, Rach- oh, good, you’re both here,” she said. “You two ready to say hi to your new brother? Come on in, Keith, come meet the family. Well, two of the family.”

She stepped aside to make room for the other figure walking up the front steps, and Lance got his first good look at his new brother.

The first descriptor that crossed Lance’s mind at the sight of Keith was ‘emo’, but that wasn’t quite the right fit. The pale skin and black hair looked to be their natural tones, not makeup or hair dye, and he also didn’t have any jewelry or nail polish or decals on his clothes to indicate that he may have been going for that sort of aesthetic. He just had the colors right, what with the black of his tee shirt and scuffed shoes and jeans that looked to be growing too small on him, and the red of the red zip-up sweatshirt he wore over it even in the middle of August in Arizona.

He did, though, do a great job of pulling off that distinctly emo ‘don’t talk to me, don’t look at me, don’t look in my direction, life is pain’ scowl that he wore across his face - a face which, with its smooth features and bold indigo eyes, could have been good-looking if it weren’t for the thick brown-pink mark slicing through one of his cheeks and the surrounding mane of hair that was so uneven it looked as if it had been cut with gardening shears.

Still, Lance had seen worse, and appearances could be deceiving; this could still be a great, fun guy to have around. So he kept up his smile as he said, “I’m Lance, nice to meetcha.”

Keith nodded silently in greeting, and did the same to Rachel when she introduced herself as well, but didn’t offer his own name in return. “So, uh,” Lance said, “Mamá said that you’re going into sophomore year too, yeah? So the two of us, we’re gonna be classmates as well as brothers. That’ll - that’ll be fun.”

Again Keith was silent, just shrugging in reply, and Lance frowned and turned to his mother. “¿Puede él hablar?” he asked her. Can he talk?

“Sí,” she answered. “Y él no habla español, así que no seas grosero.” Yes, and he doesn’t speak Spanish, so don’t be rude. A glance back toward Keith confirmed this, as his eyes were narrowed and darting back and forth between the two of them, brows bunched in confusion. Lance simply clicked his tongue, settling back with hands on his hips. There was nothing rude about speaking his own language in his own home.

“Now, Keith,” his mother continued, “Do you want me to give you a tour of the house first, or do you want to start unpacking your things?”

“Um, tour’s fine,” Keith mumbled, faint but still loudly enough for Lance to finally get to hear his voice. It was low and just a little raspy, although the rasp may just have been from the low volume.

“Excellent!” his mother said. “I could have Lance or Rachel drop you duffel into your room so you - ”

“No,” Keith said sharply, pulling his bag back and moving to grip the shoulder strap with both hands.

“Suit yourself,” she said with an easy shrug, as if there was nothing even remotely unusual or suspicious about that sort of response. “We’ve got the family room here, and you’re free to use the family Netflix account on the TV as much as you want, and there’s a Nintendo Playstation hooked up to the - ”

“Those are two different things, Mamá,” Rachel interrupted. “And we have an Xbox, which is neither of those.”

“Oh, well, whatever it is, if you want to play video games, you can use that. The dining room’s this way - mind that coat rack, dear, it tips easily, I keep saying that we need to get a new one, maybe hooks on the wall instead or something, just never do get around to it - and through here is the kitchen, I’ll show you where everything goes - ”

She guided Keith through the dining room, initially trying to put a hand on his shoulder to steer him, but simply leading the way touch-free after he grimaced and shrugged the hand off of him. Lance followed, idly pulling his phone from his pocket to see a handful of new texts from Pidge and Hunk asking for more details about Keith. He shot them a quick response.

Lance: hes quiet

He watched as his mother opened and closed drawers and cupboards one after another, showing Keith where they kept the cutlery, bowls, plates, canned goods, cereal, pots and pans, instructing him on what goes where in the fridge and demonstrating which burner on the stove didn’t work, all while Keith maintained that perpetual scowl, answering only with soft grunts, before adding:

Lance: and kinda grouchy

He shut his phone’s screen off and tagged along as his mother and Keith moved on to the home office and bathroom and then downstairs to the basement, waiting until the tour had made its way to the laundry room and his mother began explaining how their washer and dryer worked before looking at Pidge and Hunk’s two very different replies.

Pidge: Of course he’s grouchy, he just discovered he’s going to be living with YOU.

Hunk: He’s probably just nervous.

Lance made a face and texted back.

Lance: im a DELIGHT to live with jsyk. & hes def giving off sort of an emo vibe

Pidge: How emo?

Lance: what do u mean

Pidge: On a scale of 1-10.

Lance: u cant quantify emo

He nearly didn’t notice the laundry crash course wrapping up and his mother and Keith heading out the door of the laundry room, so he saved the texting for later and hastened to follow as they started upstairs toward the bedroom.

His mother didn’t give a thorough tour of the rooms, to Lance’s relief, just quick peeks inside and naming which room belonged to whom. “Excuse the mess,” she said when she opened Lance’s door. “I swear, mijo, you have more clothes on your floor than you wear in a year.”

“Oh, it’s not that bad,” Lance said, rolling his eyes. Honestly, his mother had once seen Pidge’s room when the Holts had had the McClains over for dinner; she should have forfeited all rights to complain about messes on that fateful night.

“And here’s your bedroom, Keith,” his mother said, reaching the door at the end of the hall and opening it to reveal the skeleton of Luis and Marco’s former room, now empty with bare surfaces on the dresser and desk and bookshelf from their long lack of occupancy. “Once you’re settled in we can do a bit of decorating to help it feel more homey, if you’d like. I mentioned that shopping trip we could take sometime soon, get some new things for you?” She glanced toward Keith’s duffel bag before asking, “Does this room work all right for you? You need anything?”

“I’m fine,” Keith said softly.

“That’s good, that’s good. Well, now that you’ve got the lay of the land, I’m going to get dinner started up. Veronica should be coming home any minute, and Manuel will definitely be home for dinner, so I’ll make sure they stop and stay hello when they show up. Lance, be a lamb and help Keith get his stuff unpacked and in their places, would you?”

“Sure, Mamá,” Lance replied as his mother sidled out the room. “There more bags in the car for me to bring in, or - ?”

“No, just the one.” Lance raised a brow, about to ask why Keith would need help unpacking just one bag, but his mother leaned in to whisper, “Talk to him, okay? Just make him feel welcome.”

That made more sense. Lance eased his way into the room as his mother left. Keith had already set his bag onto the bed and was removing a little stack of shirts from it. “You, uh, need any help with that?” Lance asked.

Keith scowled over at him. Which was fair; that stack of shirts probably weighed two pounds at most. “Ah, I just meant, you know where that stuff goes?”

“... The dresser?”

“Yeah. You - you got this, sorry.” Lance rocked on his heels as Keith moved toward the dresser, the latter still eyeing him cautiously. “So, uh,” Lance tried again, “Where you from?”

“Around,” Keith answered with a shrug.

Right. Foster kid. Probably moved around a lot. He was on a roll with stupid questions. “Well, uh, where are you from, like, most recently? Before here?”

Keith paused, frozen halfway through setting his clothes down in a dresser drawer, and it was several seconds before he quietly answered, “Holbrook.”

“Don’t think I’ve heard of it,” Lance said. “You like it there?”

This time Keith didn’t answer at all, instead simply slamming the dresser drawer shut and moving back to his bag. He fished into it and pulled out a toothbrush and comb. “Where’s the bathroom again?” he asked.

“Second door on the left,” Lance answered, and Keith turned to leave the room without so much as glancing at Lance.

Lance simply rolled his eyes and strolled over to the bed, where he sat and glance into the open duffle bag. He nudged a gray sweatshirt aside to see a number of balled-up pairs of socks and boxers, a faded stuffed hippopotamus, and a few CDs in cases scattered across the bottom of the bag. He tilted his head to look at the titles. John Mellencamp, The Clash, Blue Cheer, a Chuck Barry CD with a spiderweb of cracks across the plastic case. Lance picked up ‘Janis Joplin’s Greatest Hits’, examining the remains of the garage sale sticker still covering the singer’s face. “So you’re into the old-timey, rock, huh? Funny, I would have pegged you more for MCR or Linkin Park or - ”

He hadn’t noticed Keith’s footsteps thundering down the hall until the other boy was already in the room, practically shoving Lance off the bed and yanking the bag back toward him. “Hey!” Lance yelped, grabbing onto the bedpost to keep from slipping onto the floor.

“Why were you going through my stuff?” Keith snarled, pulling the bag back further.

“Wha- I dunno, I was just, you know, seeing if you had, like - like, any interests or anything, that’s all. Calm down, man.”

That was probably the wrong thing to say, because Keith’s glare just darkened further. “Don’t touch my stuff,” he growled.

“I’m sorry. Is it, uh, is it because of the hippo? You don’t have to be embarrassed, I sleep with a stuffed animal too, lots of people do.”

Keith huffed and turned away from him. “I can unpack by myself. You can leave.”

“Are you… are you sure you don’t wanna, like, hang out, chat a bit?”

The scowl that Keith leveled in his direction was as firm a ‘no’ as humanly possible. So Lance sheepishly straightened up and headed out of the room, Keith shutting the door firmly behind him.

With a sigh, Lance pulled his phone back out, turning the screen on to see that Pidge had proposed an essay’s worth of criteria to quantify emo onto a ten-point scale. Ignoring that for now, Lance started to text.

Lance: hey hunk remember when u said keith was gonna be a cool friendly guy who will love hanging out with me?

Hunk: yeah? why?

Lance: guess what, im starting to think u were wrong

grocery shopping with svt

a/n: i!! went grocery shopping with my friends and suddenly got inspiration lol enjoy sorry the lengths are uneven AHAHAHA ( can be idol or non idol au )

Seungcheol

i feel he kinda tries to get only what’s on the shopping list

but he fails miserably at it

“we came here for eggs and rice only!”

“but the ramyeon... is on sale...”

carries all the shopping bags because he insists that he should do it

and even if he doesn’t insist, it kinda becomes the norm for him to carry

Jeonghan

he doesn’t go grocery shopping until you’re down to the very last ramyeon packet or the last cup of orange juice

when he realises, he immediately rushes out with you to go shopping

like you’re just chilling and suddenly

BAM

���we need to go shopping tonight.”

“sure”

he tries to buy as much as possible in one go so he doesn’t need to go again so soon??

y’all struggle a little carrying so many bags back to the dorm/house/apartment but he insists it’s better to struggle at once than to go all the time

yes i really had to use this gif for jeonghan

Jisoo

so you two go shopping pretty normally

it’s nothing super special

but he likes to shop with one hand holding the basket and the other holding yours

soft bb i love shua i mean who doesnt

and you guys talk about your day as you shop

about the cute cat you petted on your way to school/work

or about the new project hes working on

or sometimes you even complain about those stupid classmates/coworkers or at how annoying it is that the train was delayed

and as you’re complaining, he quietly adds some strawberries and chocolate into the basket

because the moment you go home, he rushes to make some nice strawberry chocolate desserts because he knows you love them

and he just wants to make you feel better and make sure you end your day well!

and after a delicious dinner that you may or may not have cooked together,

you two fall asleep satisfied with your tummy filled, and cuddled together under the warm blanket

Jun Hui

sneaky boi he makes sure you two eat before shopping so you’re not hungry and impulse buy

psychological stuff yo

he’s not cheap he just wants to stick to the list

because if not i feel he just impulse buys a lot ;;

you: hey im gonna go grocery shopping tomorrow, you wanna come?

him: !!! yes!! but after dinner

you: sure sounds good

it usually works pretty well

just that sometimes he gets so excited about dinner with you that you two completely forget to go grocery shopping 

smh cuties

it ends up you have to go on a completely different day

even then sometimes he makes a booking for a nice restaurant that’s nowhere near a supermarket

and the process repeats

but how can you blame him? he just loves spending time with you

hes a cute dork hes the best

Soonyoung

hes the one who wants you to sit in the trolley and pretends its a racecar

going nYOOOOOOM down the aisles and drifting to the next one

you kinda fear for your life

but don’t worry hes got it under control!

for the most part.

there was this one time he accidentally let go of you and you went right into a tower of chocolate powder tins.

it was super embarrassing and no one stops teasing either of you over it.

you two raced in the grocery store a little less after that but still occasionally do have your fun!

Wonwoo

you know the video of the dude making ikea puns with his gf?

yeah that’s wonwoo in the grocery store

and he does it in this really monotonous voice

“hey... do you think we should’ve taken a trolley instead of a basket?”

“hm? why?”

“i don’t think we have mushroom left”

“...”

“...”

his nose scrunches up in his iconic laugh and you have to laugh because hes so adorable!!!!

“but really, i think we need a trolley instead”

Jihoon

the type to go to the grocery store and stand in the freezer aisle for ten minutes in the summer

he’s not browsing he just wants free aircon

hes also the one who sees grocery shopping as a chore the most. :(

if hes alone he tends to just grab what he needs and get out as quickly as possible

but if hes with you he doesn’t mind have to stay a little longer and ponder over which type of ramyeon he wants most that week or which packaging of cola he wants to have today

he wont say it, but if it gives him an excuse to spend a little more time with you, he’ll stay

Ming Hao

the one whos a master at finding discounts and the most “worth-it” item.

you: “let’s just get the 4 pack one...”

hes keying it into his phone calculator

“no no this is better. buy 5 get 1 free”

he just puts it in the trolley and you go with it

you: hm. looks like the cereal price increased a little...

him: the cereal whAT?!??! excuse me who the Fuck decided they can do this

“boi u can buy gucci???? but not a little more pricey cereal????????”

“look ok-”

Mingyu

hes the main reason i wanted to write this ok 

as a man who can cook, he must go grocery shopping once a week

he likes to drag you along

if you’re short he likes to tease you because you can’t reach things

like you’re halfway diving into the icecream freezer because the icecream you want is at the very back and he’ll just be giggling for a bit

of course he helps you in the end what a gentleman

lol jk he puts it even further at the back

because he really loves seeing your cute pout and you hitting him lightly in annoyance

and he really just likes to spend time with you so he drags this on for as long as possible until he finally helps and passes you the icecream you wanted

ugh im so soft for bf!mingyu :(

Seokmin

he does the thing that dude in the vine does where he pronounces everything weirdly

i can see him doing it in his high tone rap voice too

“yo look at these kehloggeh’s frosetitties flakuhs” 

“ras kraspas yo”

i really dont know how to write what hes saying forgive me

and sometimes he will pronounce regular korean words in a really bad foreigner accent??

“당근 구매하자” -> “danggoon gumayhayjya” pardon google translate

overall super fun to shop with and always makes you laugh while shopping

Seungkwan

i feel that... he (like minghao) tries to buy food at a cheaper rate...

to the point he buys wholesale.

he also likes to phone his mom a lot

mama boo knows whats best

whatever she suggests, he will buy straight away, and he’ll make sure to get enough for you too

except cucumber and tomato

he steers very clear of those

Hansol 

the worst at grocery shopping sorry

like you HAVE to go together because if you don’t,

hes just walking around with his headphones in and spacing out while looking for some peanut butter idk (like im sure yall seen the clap choreo video)

cute

when you go shopping together, he makes sure to take out his earphones but he likes to hum a lot when you guys shop

he also likes to talk a lot about new artists he’s into and songs he likes!

and even though it’s been a long day and you had to go shopping or starve,

because it’s his voice, you feel at peace and like all the stress has left you

hes your healing <3

Chan

a little different and cliche this is way longer than expected

you were shopping late at night and realised you wanted to buy some squid for supper

you go to the seafood section and are relieved to see there’s just one left

sp you run to it but you grab it at the same time as some really cute guy

the two of you look at each other for a while in awkwardness but he finally lets go and says “sorry, you can have it”

mc why didnt u talk to him

the next week you went again for shopping but guess what happened at the fruit aisle this time?

the dude from before is there and he grabbed the same pack of blueberries!

he lets you take it once again

and this just keeps happening all the time, even when you try to go at different times??

sometimes he lets you take it sometimes he asks for it claiming “the hyungs will kill me” whatever that means

one day he’s with a friend and the moment they see you, they start walking to you very quickly

??? two cute guys coming closer what they doin

the friend pushes him to you and tells him “ok chan go talk to the cute person”

he very awkwardly goes “hi i’m lee chan and uh... well i think you’re pretty cute. could we go shopping together sometimes?”

he’s nervous and blushing and cute and hoW CAN YOU SAY NO

it’s the start of the cutest relationship

my biggest i love monsta x ever!!!!

no offence but if u had told me a year ago that these seven boys would have had this much of an impact on my life and not only that but i still love them as much now as i did on day one (maybe even more) i’d say u were lying. usually my interests come and go in phases and nothing has ever lasted as long as mx???? but i rly truly cannot imagine my life without them at this point. in fact, the 2-3 months at the very beginning of uni where i stopped having time for them and thought i was moving on were the worst of this year (ofc that wasn’t the only reason those months were hard, but feeling like i was falling out of love w mx hurt more than id care to admit). they’ve brought me so much happiness and connected me with so many amazing people and not 2 be cheesy but made me into a better person! like they just continue to have the biggest positive influence in my life and i got the opportunity to meet one of my best friends bc of them, i’ll forever be thankful for them

i know i havent been w mx since the beginnign but!!!! even just seeing shownu grow so much this year has made me sooooo happie!!!!!! i Love how u can just see he’s more comfortable now and seems a lot more at ease……..the fact that hes comfortable enough to host his own solo vlives and no offence but theres not a single thing i dont love abt that man! hes so fucking funny….like its sorta weird humor?? dad humor almost? BUT HES HONESTLY FUNNY WITHOUT EVEN TRYING hes just reached a point where he’s got no filter and will just say whatever and sometimes even the wording will make me laugh dkjfhkjsd the true underrated comedian of the group tbh. hes so selfless too bicht………….i still cant believe he split the money from his solo event w the other members My Heart :-((((((( and when hes on a solo schedule he’s always mentioning the others!!! nd doesnt let anyone forget abt them, they rly are one big family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALSO HIS SMILE is the cutest shit ive ever seen!!!!! like when he smiles rlllly big nd his eyes crinkle nd he :D and his big “ha ha ha” ,,,,music 2 my ears!!!!!!!! i wish he could be that happy forever. hes the biggest softest teddy bear i just wanna give him a giant hug???

fun fact wonho was the first member i knew abt nd was able to recognize nd such!! my friend who helped me get into mx talked abt him a lot so i grew to love him before i even knew the others!!! actually hes probably still the one i know the most abt bc of her? anyways! angels exist and wonho is living proof of that! his love for mbbs is on a whole other plane of existance???? ive never felt this loved nd appreciated as a fan before nd its all genuine!!!!!. wonho is a monbebebebe first and a monsta second. hes just so full of love….im convinced thats why hes so Large he needs to fit his heart in his body somehow...hes just got so much love to give!!!!!!! he is the most thoughtful and caring person??? like not even towards monbebes and his memebrs but like at the end of mxray when he made sure to buy all the staff and crew little gifts as well, my heart grew 3 sizes for him!!!!!! and im so soo soooooooooooooosososooo proud of him to have some of his songs on the albums this year and not only that but! from zero getting a stage on tv!!!!!! his song!!!! he did that!!!!!! his hard work paid off….i hope he continues to be able to produce more music this year! oh one last thing, i love how? childish he is??? idk if thats the right word but hes always teasing or changing or playing around w the other members and hes always being goofy and laughing and it just makes my heart!!!!! rly happy nd warm

what is there left 2 be said abt minhyuk that i havent already said yet jdfshkjdhf i just! Love Everything abt that boy :-((((((( i love his sunshiney positive personality that never fails to cheer me up, i love how caring he is and how he always makes sure to be there for his members and makes himself open for them, i love his uneven blink, i love how soft his voice is and how it sounds exactly how sunshine looks, i love his fingers go sorta crooked when he makes a peace sign, i love his laugh and how silly he is, i love his thoughtful and serious side, i love how smart he is, i love his toothy smile, i love when hes on stage and he looks so radiant and glowing and u can see how happy he is and how he was truly built to shine, i love his ears, i love how affectionate and loving he is, i love his one (1) dimple, i love how sometimes he just says the weirdest shit…...like i rly wanna understand what hes thinking sometimes, i love how cute he looks wearing hats or how soft he looks in giant sweaters, i love him sooooooo much my heart hurts

can u believe i didn’t used to love kihyun this much? past me was a whole fool! i’ll try to keep this one sorta short too since i’ve already written a love essay for him but! once again i rly do love him w my whole heart!!!!!! absolutely Everything he does is so endearing and i loooove how he cares so much….he rly went and made us our own season's greeting for free nd his photography is rly No Joke! hes so talented nd u can rly see how passionate he is abt it!!!!! it makes me so so happy seeing him talk abt it, like he just lights up its the best thing ive ever seen. i Love his smile!!!! when his face scrunches up and u can see the little dimples on his cheeks and see all his teeth and he laughs and throws his head back or hits whoever’s closest to him or just collapses thats Good Shit!!!!!!!! im so glad he’s happy enough to be able to smile like that!!!!!!! it makes my heart tingle thinking abt him being happy. he rly is the cutest, i love him nd all his beauty marks :D !! nd no offense but hes never had a bad hair colour/style nd thats the tea on that!

chae hyungwon 2018’s lord nd saviour????????? anyways its about Damn Time i write him a love essay :-((((( having both best friends being hyungwon biased ive secretly been converted 2 a whole chaebebe….their love rubbed off on me!!! i love it :D idk where to start...gosh hes seriously so hardworking????? im soooooo so soo so proud of him!!! icb he picked up djing as a hobby nd then made it to a big festival, is on mix and the city and has released not one but two (2) songs only months later!!!!!!!!! we love a talented man!!!!!!! nd his dancing bichksjdfhsdj hes so fluid nd smooth when he dances…...i always find myself watching him first in group practices like there something rly captivating abt him?? please let him show us more of his dancing its So Good. also hes got the nicest voice…...its so deep wtf...but like its So Calming 2 listen to? especially when hes sleepy nd its extra raspy? Good Shit! and when he sings!!!!!!!! bicshjkdfhksdhj hes got one of my fave vocal voices i rly wish he got the lines he deserves :((( hes! So! Cute! jfhsdjfhs he gets embarrassed so easily and always makes the goofiest faces but i love it….he covers his smile sometimes too :-((( i wish he wouldnt its So Bright nd cute nd warm just like he is!!!! hyungwon’s smile is the 8th wonder of the world thats just the facts folks!

mister jooheon……….the true example of the duality of man. i dont understand how he can go from his scaredy cat self to and Actual God,,,blows my mind. i’m pretty sure i’ve said this at least a hundred times but his stage presence is truly Unreal……..its on a whole other level…….ive never seen them live but if i ever do i fear for my life. nd i know once it’s over im only gonna know one (1) man and that man is lee jooheon. but at the same time hes rly The Cutest id trust him w my life???? his eyes are so warm!!!!!! And his Big Smile!!!!!!!!!!! his dimples? deeper than the marianas trench, i wanna build my home in them nd raise my family there. hes such a talented dude!!!! mx don’t have a single bad song thenks jooheon! also for the first couple months i’d alway forget he was one of the youngest? like hes very mature too nd seems very responsible djfhkjsdhfjsd idk how he was the only one 2 be able to keep it together during their first win 2 give the speech…..hes so strong. i love him so much :-( hes so cute nd gentle nd thoughtful...truly the biggest angel who deserves the world!!!!!!!!!!

i think if there's any member i would actually get along best w it would b changkyun. we’re both rly similar from what i can tell...like sorta quiet, but loud around those we’re comfortable with!!! first off hes so funny nd…..weird but like in a good way sdjfhksdjhf sometimes i rly just think he says the first thing that comes to his mind “actually we have a baby” ????? who let him \…..he always makes me laugh reading his fansign notes too omg that being said hes also one of the most serious members at times i feel like. hes just got this rly mature vibe nd he handles things rly well??? idk if that makes sense but Yeah. he’s just someone who’s not rly afraid 2 be themselves, i wish that were me??? ive got so much to learn from them. also icb he literally invented being cute???? he doesn't even have 2 try hes just adorable!!!!!! like his laugh nd smile? The Best!!!!! and when u can see his lil dimples yeahhhhh hes sooo super sweet and cheesy. i looooove how close hes gotten w the other members despite their rough start, they rly are a family nd im glad hes comfortable around them it rly warms my heart!!!!! whenever hes getting showered in love my heart !!!!!!! its what he deserves!

on that note, the one thing i think that has stayed with me more than anything is that one fansign note where ck was asked how he wants to be remembered in the future, when they only occasionally thought abt him and his answer was “that i gave you happiness” and not 2 b a sentimental shit but fuck! i cry every time i think abt that!!!!!!! bc i Know there’s gonna come a day where i don’t think abt them at all! there’s gonna be a day where i won’t think abt them until i see something that jogs my memory and jolts me back to this time and even tho this year has been rough i know i always will remember how much happiness they’ve brought me. i’ll remember how they were able to cheer me up when nothing else worked. i hope one day i’ll be able to feel the Pure Joy i felt when they got their first win….i’ve never felt anything like that before. i cant wait to be able to look back in nostalgia at all the happiness they’ve brought me.

anyways that got real sappy towards the end i gotta blast now bye!

Yay requests are open again! Could I request some Reader76 where Jack and reader were together before the fall and after all the shit goes down reader thinks Jack is dead and when the recall happens they meet again except reader doesnt recognize him as 76 and reader is all like "wow this 76 guy is such an ass i cant stand him who does he think he is!" and they constatly butt heads and general sassyness shananigans :3

Ravages of Time

“I can see you haven’t been sleeping, Jack.”

Soldier: 76 stiffens. He swears Ana’s skill as a sniper granted her the ability to see through steel itself. As though she could read his thoughts, she chuckles heartily.

“I can see it in your shoulders, you can’t fool this old eye.”

She takes her place beside him by the guardrails overlooking the sea on the Watchpoint. The sun is fast fading, heralding the end of a hectic day and the beginnings of another restless night.

Soldier: 76 sighs. “It shouldn’t have been like this,” he rasps, clearly pained.

Ana hums contemplatively, willing him to continue. The chilly breeze tousles their hair and its whistle fills the silence between them. Soldier: 76 takes in a breath, steeling himself for a story he isn’t sure he is ready to tell.

The man leans against the railing. “It was my fault. I tried to interfere where I wasn’t wanted.”

Ana nods sagely. “I heard. You took your habibi off the next three missions.”

He sighs again. She could tell he was exhausted, both physically and mentally. “Ex-, Ana. We’re not together anymore.”

She scoffs, humored by the thought. “I do not recall you two breaking up.”

“Then you didn’t hear the conversation.”

It was a scant few hours ago when he heard that you had been assigned to several critical risk missions. The level of danger was high, and the chances of death even higher.

He didn’t even know you were alive until two weeks ago when Winston introduced you to the team. He thought he was finally going to die from a heart attack, seeing you alive and well–he could have sworn you perished in Switzerland. Not a day passed where the patronizing question of ‘what if’ didn’t surface in his mind.

He could still remember the conversation clearly that led to your almost-demise.

“Can we talk?”

You cocked your head to the side, a sign he had your undivided attention. Under your scrutiny, he suddenly felt foolish for even opening his mouth. But he trusted you, and that’s why he forced himself to continue. He slapped the back of his neck, rubbing carefully like he does when he’s nervous.

“Switzerland. I need you to come with me. For…” He gritted his teeth. “For…support. I can’t do this alone anymore. Would you come with me?”

There was a moment of silence where he feared you’d laugh and tell him to stop being silly, that he can do it by himself. But to his immense relief, your eyes softened and you cupped his cheek so gently. Your hand was warm and he couldn’t help but lean into it, holding your gaze steady. “What sort of asshole would I be if I said ‘no’, Commander?”

You slapped him in the shoulder encouragingly, the mild sting it brings was a fierce reminder of your strength–strength he could always count on. “Come on already, let’s get your shit patched up with Gabe already. You’ve both waited long enough.”

You would’ve been an asshole, but an alive asshole. Not that you weren’t now, but he couldn’t have known that. There should have been no survivors. But he survived. Gabriel–Reaper–survived. Wishful thinking had made him hope that you did, too, but you were no super soldier like the two of them. So he didn’t hold his breath–he just held the doors to his heart closed just so he could even sleep at night.

But seeing you those two weeks ago made the pain return full force, almost knocking him to his knees. The doors to his heart slamming open with such intensity, he feared he may never close them again. You were different, more grey in your hair than he remembered, more intense and curt, but it was still you. Time was decidedly unkind to you.

He never knew the full effects of the saying “absence makes the heart grow fonder” until now. You didn’t recognize him–how could you, he was a different man–but he knew it was you right away even beneath the mask you wore, and his heart ached fiercely, his blood singing in his veins, for something it was denied for so long.

But he couldn’t reveal himself–it wouldn’t be fair, he told himself. He could see the way Ana looked at him and how Winston seemed eager for something to happen. There was Jesse, who definitely gave him a side-eyed glance, and there was an awkwardness that surrounded you both when you shook hands whereas you’d tackle him with a warm hug in the past.

It only made him irritated. At himself, mostly. The obvious attention everyone else was giving him didn’t help either.

It was even worse when you declared icily during your introduction, “I’m just here to finish what Jack started.”

It was all his fault, he supposed, and he resolved the fix that. What he wouldn’t give to rewind time just so he could find you again right after the blast–even before it and tell you that he was mistaken, he doesn’t need any support, he can handle these discussions alone and spare you a life of pain. A pang of guilt would strike him with dizzying force whenever he notices something about the way you’ve aged: the small limp in your step that you do your best to hide (he can hear the unevenness); the shaking of your hand when it was free; the small box of tools you kept on your person that looked like it’s been very well used.

But unless he managed to convince Tracer to do some interference, all he could do now was to make sure that this time you didn’t die on his watch and to keep his distance. He owed you that much. It was unfortunate that you didn’t see it that way especially after you found out how he went about ensuring your safety.

“Agent 76,″ you called out. He did not budge when you stomped toward him and put yourself in his face–under previous circumstances, he would’ve been inclined to lean in closer, but now, that would be far from appropriate. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What do you mean?”

He could tell you knew he was feigning innocence, and you weren’t buying it. You crossed your arms over your chest, regarding him shrewdly behind the mask. “Listen. Just because I just answered the recall doesn’t give you a right to remove me from those missions.”

Ah. You found out much faster than he thought you would (he should’ve remembered not to underestimate your thoroughness from experience), but the fact that you haven’t yet started kicking his ass yet meant that you were going to give him a chance to explain himself.

Like hell he will.

“Those missions were wrongfully assigned to you. You weren’t ready for them.” He almost winced at the boldness of his own lie.

Slowly, like a mother leading a child, you spoke carefully, “Agent 76, I am not a child. I am old enough to retire. Just because you possess more grey than me doesn’t mean that you have the right to control me. Do you understand me?”

“I’m not trying to control you–”

“Then what do you call vetoing the missions that I was assigned to and accepted?” you whispered.

A pang of guilt made him want to shrink, but he held fast. “According to your profile, you haven’t been on the field in too long. You need to work your way up.”

You barked a laugh. Shit, that laugh made his back prickle–you were annoyed. “Excuse you, old man! I’m not spring chicken, but I was former Overwatch–not even the Strike Commander himself could beat my ass without going full strength.” You smacked the back of your hand against his chest. “What the fuck would you even know about missions being for me or not?”

Damn, he forgot how strong your strikes were.

‘It’s all in the wrist,’ you’d used to say as you playfully backhanded his shoulder to demonstrate. Even with his SEP enhancements and accelerated healing, it still left a mark.

You whipped a finger to his face in warning.

“You may have answered Recall faster than me, but that doesn’t mean that it makes you the fucking boss of me. Got that, soldier boy?”

God, you didn’t have to tell him that–of course he knew, he knew better than anyone else just how strong you were even in the face of adversity. But at the same time, it’s because he knew you that he had to do this.

You may think you hide it well, but he doesn’t miss the way your arm seizes right after the gun recoils during the demonstration you give them to prove that you’ve still got what it takes to be Overwatch; he isn’t able to see through your mask, but he had been with you long enough to know you were in pain even after you take a victory pose among a heap of broken training bots. It was an impressive sight made no less so by Solider: 76′s knowledge of your pain.

“Speak for yourself,” he rebutted. It may not have been the right thing to say, but he was just looking out for your well-being. “I am in charge of team compositions. If I don’t think you should be on a mission, you’re out. It’s for your own good.”

He can tell your face has twisted up into a deep scowl that he desperately wishes he could see so that he can kiss it away, but balls his hands into fists to stop.

Finally, you spat out, “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

He knows. “When you prove yourself, then we’ll reconsider it.”

“You guys don’t have enough people to be picky about this, 76.”

Yes, that’s another thing he knows, but knowing that, he still needed to protect you. “Prove yourself first, then we’ll talk.”

Your shoulders pulled back, and your whole stance stiffened. Mentally, he braced himself for a blow or another harmless (but painful) slap to the chest. But you didn’t. Instead, you growled, annoyed.

“Fine. Fine.” You threw up your hands. “You don’t want another asset on your team, fine. Have it your way, Commander. Go fuck yourself.”

It was unbelievable how much it stung to hear you say his title so sarcastically when he was used to it being used as a term of endearment. Before he could even recover from the stinging verbal blow, you were gone, uneven steps now more obvious than ever echoing in the hall.

He had let you go. Foolishly. 

“So you’re going to leave it like that, Jack?” Ana asks softly. 

Soldier: 76 let out a heavy sigh, shoulders sagging. He almost didn’t have the strength to lift his head and just let it hang pathetically. He never did like fighting with you. And knowing that it was his fault that you were even doing this only made him feel worse.

“I don’t know, Ana. I was…”

The words die in his mouth, leaving an imaginary bitterness he could almost taste. He was what? Foolish? Just trying to protect you? He didn’t know. The sun has long gone down, leaving the two old soldiers in the cold and misery of Jack’s memories.

Ana gives him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “No matter how long it’s been, not everything is lost, Jack. Go, it’s not too late.”

He has almost half a mind to refute that because it’s been a decade and he’s hurt you much more than he could ever make up for, but the look she gives him is solemn and sympathetic. He’s suddenly reminded of the explosive argument she had with Fareeha after their first meeting in over a decade, and the cookies that the two shared just last week, and he is forced to reconsider.

It really might not be too late, but he doesn’t know if he has the strength to tell you the truth. Not when you were his strength all along.

This was a little rushed, but I just–OW. That prompt hurt. I couldn’t help but keep going on and on. 

Jealousy: A Complicated Emotion.! At Mishti's CampIn the morning Avni came out of her tent adorning the Most Captivating Smile of her, making her otherwise flawless complexion more Adorable.. She was in her Sporty track pants without much Makeup..And that was the secret of her beauty..She was quizzically looking here and there to spot the sole Reason behind her smile when her Eyes rested on a blur Male figure and a bunch of kids surrounding him at far in Basket ball ground.."There he is.." she registered in her mind..Avni enters the ground where Neil was teaching some basic and easy self defence techniques to Kids and was utmost concentrated in his work.. All other ladies including Teachers and Guardians were already sitted in one corner and watching the training session.. Rather watching the One who was taking that session..Avni looked around to see kids were enjoying and ladies were drooling over Neil- the trainer endlessly..They were checking him out unblinkably with their mouths slightly open as if He is the last Man on Earth..Just then Neil turned to be greeted with the presence of only person for whom he was craving since long.. Ohkay not that long.. but without her, few days also seems like ages to him.. Also he couldnt see her properly yesterday when he came here.. Avni's condition was no Different.. Their gazes stone fixed on each other..Avni couldnt stop herself from admiringHER MAN..! She is seeing him after a week.. A whole long week which was no less than a dull boring and frustrating saga without his warmth by her side.. They were smiling through tears of joy in their eyes.."Ananya Miss..!" Mishti screamed in excitement at Avni from far and waved her..Thank god for Mishti who brought them out of their trance otherwise their love would have overflowed from their eyes and anyone could have fairly doubted them.. "Damn..!! His Eyes..!! Doesnt let me concentrate on anything else" she mentally chided herself biting her lower lip..She smiled at Mishti and waved her back..She squeezed her eyes to reassure Mishti.. something that has been included in their Routine now.. Mishti did the same as a habbit..Avni further Send a Flying kiss full of her love and affection towards Mishti but Neil came in front of Mishti suddenly.. His reflexes are much quicker when it comes to His Lady Love..! "Thats not fair Avni.. U cant give my share of Love to anyone else" His Little heart complained unreasonably while his eyes displayed a little hurt.. All this didnt go unnoticed by Avni and she couldnt help but giggle at his Husband's Antics.. Neil's eyes frowned further but his Heart was at peace.. and y it wont as Her Smile is all what he wanted.. And more specifically Him being the reason behind it.."Miss Ananya plz Be Seated.." Neil said coming closer and gestured her towards the chair.."Sure Mr. Trainer" She responded suppressing her laughter.."Neil.. u can call me Neil" he said smirking.. and that smirk of his skipped her beat.."Cant he just refrain himself from using his charm on me.. We are on a mission.." Her heart was already losing.She joined the ladies who were already pissed off and jealous of her.. what is so special about her that The hot guy is giving his undivided attention to her.. All of their Heads were spinning with just one thought.. Avni looked at them with warmth and the looks she received back made her Heart giggle..Neil also noticed his effects on those ladies.. he just laughed it out.. he wanted such response from Only One Girl..and thats HiS Girl..! He immediately smirked formulating some plan in his mind.. He went on to remove his Tee exposing himself more in only his vest and shorts.. His perfectly tonned body, biceps and cuts increased the heat in surrounding so much that few girls were fanning themselves from their hands..Avni didnt miss the "Ohhhs" and "Ahhsss" after this little stunt Her husband Played to gain her attention.. She couldnt help but flash her Content and Proud Smile as She Knew This Man belongs To her and Only her..!! But someone on other hand was puzzled beyond jigssaww puzzles.."Wasnt she supposed to get Jealous..? But She is smiling.." Neil asked himself in disbelief.. frustration ozzing from his body like sweat.. Avni not missing out a single moment of enjoying his frustration..He went ahead with his plan B and approached most petit, slimmest and good looking women in crowd.. he forward his hand and asked her to join him as a subject to show his techniques.. so that kids can learn easily.. All the while stealing glances at Avni and Scanning her Reactions keenly..The women complied Readily.. He completed his whole session being so close to that women purposefuly showing some or other methods of self defence.. holding her hand occasionaly and also not to foget gripping her waist too.. But Avni didnt show an iota of jealousy..her smile never left her lips.. instead she cheered Mishti and other kids.. "God..!What this women is made of.!" Neil was compelled to think..Lunch time..After training session everyone went to dinning area which was filled with heavenly tempting Aroma.. Avni was heading towards it when a strong arm came from nowhere and suddenly pulled her with utmost force..She was now pinned against a giant pillar and in between those strong muscular arms.. Neil was so close to her Just like her heartbeat..his eyes blood shot more with longging than anger and frustration.. his nose grazing hers gently and gaze boring deep inside her..He leaned closer and closer and rubbed his cheeks against her..His breath tingling her near her earlobes. They got this moment for themselves after what felt like ages of separation.. "Neil.. Chodo mujhe.. Koi dekh lega to Humara Mission fail hojaega" Avni somehow managed to speak amidst her pool of emotions and uneven breathing.. His proximity do affect her and evoke this unexplainable sensations inside her whole body.."Pehle tum mujhe batao agar koi Or mere itne karib Aaega to tumhe koi fark nahi padega..? Huh..?" Neil asked cupping her face..Avni looked up at him with Sly Smile.. "Nahi" she said directly looking into his eyes.. Neil loosened his grip in disbelief.."Kyunki Mujhe pata hai tum kisi or ko Itne Karib Aane hi Nahi Doge" Avni Continued with her confident smile..Neil was taken aback in Amusement.."Avni kya ho yar Tum.. Kaunse Planet se Aai ho?? Tumhe sach me Jara si bhi Jealousy nahi hoti..?" He again asked her expectantly.. Hopeful this time to get a positive response"Jealousy to vaha hoti hai na Neil jaha Insecurity hoti hai.. Jab mujhe pata hai ki Tum sirf Mere ho to mai q Kisi se Jealous hou.." She stated honestly with sparkling eyes and radiant smile..Finally Her Smile reached Neil's lips and made them curve upwards.. She is indeed an Ajooba and he was So Proud of her..He chided himself for being so Childish and unreasonable.. but she never failed to Amuse him.. Its been long since they are married and knew each other but with each passing day he is been introduced to a new side of Her.. "Avni.. Meri Avni.. Meri Miss Ajooba.." He mentally praised her.. His eyes displaying all his emotions and Avni could see them and feel them.."Thanks for the compliment..!!" Avni said winking out of the blue breaking his trance of thoughts.. He was shellshoked and his mouth was wide open in a complete "O""Neil dont be surprised Mai Tumhari Dil ki baat bhi Sun sakti hu" she said holding his face.. His Heart swell up with warmth affection and proud.. Proud that He is Worthy enough to Reside in Her Heart and Own it.."Ananya Miss.?" Mishti was desperately searching Her Angel for lunch and she was nowhere to be found.. While in her hunt for her treasure she came near the pillar where Avneil were busy romancing..Avneil parted with a sanp hearing Mishti's voice..!! Mishti came near them.."Mishti aap.. aap yaha kya kar rahe ho..? Aapne lunch nahi kia..?" Avni said nervously as if she was caught stealing.."Miss mai aapko hi dhund rahi thi.." She guestured Avni to come near her.. As soon as Avni sat to match Mishti's level she threw her hands around her neck in a bone crushing hug.."Thank you Angel..!! Aap mujhe Sir se baccha ke Camp le aai.. Mujhe yaha Bohot maza Aa Raha hai.. Or darr Bhi Nahi lag raha." Mishti said in one breath in her usual adorable way.. Avni just smiled at her innocent confession.."Thank u so much..!!" Saying this Mishti implanted a kiss on Avni's cheek and ran away before Avni could say anything..Avni couldnt stop her smile.. she turned to see Neil whose face showed some other sort of reactions.. was that Jealousy..?? No no that cant be.. Jealousy from a kid whose is just 5..? Avni couldnt underatand anything..Avni tried to say something but Neil leaned closer and pressed his lips hardly on hers..Her eyes closed involuntarily..Before Avni could comprehend and respond or even move, the warmth over her lips was gone as Neil pulled back. Every fiber of her body demanded More but things ended as fast as it occured.."How dare u Avni..!! Tumhe kiss karne ka haq Sirf Mujhe hai or kisiko nahi..!" Neil's possesivess and jealousy was driping through his eyes more than his words..He was still cupping her face while his thumb was circling around her cheek as if trying to erase any remains of the previous uninvited kiss..Avni was as still as she could be.. she even failed to take a breath.. he leaned again to give a wet kiss over her cheeks one by one deliberately taking more time than usual on the side where Mishti kissed.. Avni just gasped.. Rosary was spread all over her Face.."Or haa, Tum Sirf MERI Angel ho.. Yaad rakhna.." Neil said stressing the word Meri and left her..Avni didnt realise when he fred her out of his grip and when he left.. She was lost in her bubble.. This was supposed to betheir First Kiss! Her thoughts stopped at that very moment when his lips touched hers..She carresed her lips with her hand while blushing profusely.."Avni..!!" Neil's voice made her snap out of her thoughts when she realised he is standing queit away.. "Ye to Sirf Trailer tha, Picture to Abhi Baki hai..!!" He said in teasing tone winking at her.. He gave her a flying kiss and went leaving behind a reddish hue on her cheeks and Everlasting smile on her face..The end..Writer : Docritu99

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