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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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WIBTA if I told my sister I think she should put down her dog?

(cw: animal death, animal erection mention (I shit you not), suicide mention)

So, I (21nb) have a sister (Amelia, 23f). She’s been living with a friend for the past two years, but she still stops by the house every now and then. Most of the time, it’s just to drop off her dog (Max, toy poodle, 16?m) so that we (Dad and Mom, 63m and 55f, and Jamie, 25f) can dogsit him while she’s at work. We’ve already got three dogs of our own, and because both of my parents work full-time (and Jamie works from home part-time), I’m usually the one who has to take care of him during the day (along with our other dogs).

Unfortunately, because Max is an older dog, he has a lot of health issues. He’s mostly blind, fully deaf, and he has intense separation anxiety. He also bites when he’s startled, which is often because he’s deaf and blind. So most times he’s over he’ll pee in the house because he doesn’t know he’s inside, we’ll have to carefully pick him up and put him in the backyard so he can do his business, then stand outside with him so we can keep him from getting lost in a bush or bumping into a tree or freezing to death because he can’t find his way to the door, then we have to carefully pick him up again to bring him back inside. After that, he’ll often walk around the house while screaming because he can’t see or hear anyone and he thinks we’ve abandoned him. It’s hell to deal with, and I’ve had breakdowns on several different occasions while trying to deal with my other responsibilities and also keep him from screaming 24/7. When he’s not aimlessly wandering and screaming, he’s asleep in his dog bed for most of the day. It’s depressing to watch him so sad and unmotivated. He doesn’t know how to be a dog without her.

Recently, Amelia’s been dropping him off more often and for longer stretches. She works retail, so I can understand that her schedule is fucked most of the time. But she’s also been dropping Max off because he’s so overwhelming for her to deal with. He has the same issues when he’s at home with her, but he’s also like 10 times more energetic when she’s around (and he screams when she’s around but not holding him or giving him attention), which is hard for her to deal with after three days of back to back shifts. She’s called my mom before to ask us to take Max for a night just so she can get some sleep.

The most recent time Amelia dropped Max off, she said that he’d been having painful prolonged erections, and that we’d probably have to wipe his penis down with a damp washcloth to get it to go back in. Now, I’ve had dogs for most of my life, I’m not exactly a stranger to having to wipe down doggy nether regions (hell, I’ve dealt with so many clingons you could call me a starfleet ambassador). But having to do that for a blind dog who’s known to bite when he’s startled? Just the idea of having to hold him while someone else wipes makes me want to cry tears of frustration. I’ve already got two scars from him biting me, I’m not aiming for a third.

With all of his health issues, I’m convinced that it’d be much more humane to put Max down now rather than letting him (and quite frankly, everyone who has to take care of him) suffer indefinitely. But at the same time, he’s Amelia’s rock. She’s struggled with depression and anxiety all her life, and she was even hospitalized for severe suicidal ideation two years ago. She’s told me herself that some days, the only thing that gets her out of bed is having to take care of Max. I’ve had a dog like that before, and when he passed suddenly, it destroyed me for months. I’m worried that if Amelia did have to have Max put down, it might lead to her being hospitalized again, or worse. I can’t keep living with him, but at the same time, I can’t expect her to live without him.

TL;DR: my sister’s dog has many health issues that require special care, and I’m responsible for babysitting him while she’s at work. my sister has mental health issues, and taking care of her dog is both incredibly stressful for her and one of the few sources of joy she has. I believe it’d be more humane for everyone if she puts her dog down, but I also don’t want to take away one of the few things that makes her happy. Would I be the asshole if I told her I think she should put down her dog?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #pet death cw #suicide cw

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alespov · 8 months

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Leon kennedy dad hc’s

Tw: no actually trigger warnings, just fluff. Leon being a dad.

a/n hope you enjoy loves, feedback is appreciated 💕 discord server link ( last time I’ll talk about it, I swear)

[] funny enough he always knew that he would have a daughter, so he picked out the name Arabella, and he always promised himself that he would find her mom.

[] he’s such a girl dad. Would do anything for his daughter

[] he allows her to paint his nails. He attends every tea party as well.

“Daddy do you like you tea?” You could hear the both of the playing with her tea set.

“Of course peach.” This made you stop in your tracks, Arabella wasn’t tall enough to reach the sink. You walked into her room and leaned again the door frame.

“Hunny, where did you get the water from.” You asked her and you looked over at your husband and his face dropped.

“From the dog water bowl mommy.” She said excitedly. Leon never again trusted the water from her tea pot.

[] she comes before everything, his work, his friends everything. Besides he would rather stay home with her anyway.

[] he wanted to give her the childhood he didn’t have.

[] the both of you definitely have the white picket fence house. With the big White House and a Labrador dog. Leon didn’t see how the dog would project the both of you while he was gone, but if it made you happy. Then so be it.

[] the three of you have a tiny garden that consists of daisy’s, irises and many more.

[] she has a mini toy motorcycle, to match his

[] everyday at dinner she has to drink apple juice, because she can’t have the apple wine that he drinks. She loves to match with her daddy.

[] he bought her a mini leather jacket.she always would take his, so he found a mini version. Aunt Claire fell in love with it.

[] sometimes their outfits coordinate. Every night before bed, they picked out their outfits

[] since he played football, in high school. She wanted to play football so he signed her up for the practices.

[] he’s never told her what his job was like, she just knows that daddy does something dangerous

[] one day older kids were making fun of her pink dress, and she got shoved in the mud. Then they started laughing when she said her daddy would take care of it.

[] after school closed, Leon stormed there with her in tow. You hadn’t ever seen him that mad before. The principal was walking to his car and him and Leon shared a few words.

[] let’s just say an event like that never happened again.

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little-cereal-draws · 9 months

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Some sad Ballister and money headcanons

pt 1? maybe?

Ballister has a very complicated relationship to money

Growing up poor, the threat of not having basic things like a home, food, or other necessities hung heavy over his head. He might not have understood the full scope of it, but he was a smart kid and understood enough to feel its affects

He didn't have nice toys, his clothes were full of holes, their meals were small. He knew other families had more, he would see them walking down the street, but knew that wasn't for him or his family

He wouldn't ask for ice cream in the summer, wouldn't complain when they ate the same stew for dinner every day for a week because that's all there was, never cried or whined the few times he asked for something and was told "no"

It bled into guilt. When his mom offered to cut his hair one summer when he was sweating up a storm, he said no. He didn't want to bother her; she already was so busy and stressed. She assured him that it would take five minutes and wouldn't cost anything but still he refused

Or one fall, he helped a neighbor fix his heater (he held the tools) and got paid $10. He was so excited; this was money all for himself! His first thought was to give it to his parents because he knew how much they needed it but this was his money. He bought himself a sandwich for $6. The rest of it he gave to his parents. They didn't want to take it from him but he insisted and eventually they gave in

That night, he cried. He wanted to help, he knew how much they needed the money and how hard his parents worked, and he had selfishly spent over half of it on a single meal. $10 would have been much more helpful than $4 but he just had to treat himself, didn't he? He knew those fancy, expensive foods weren't for him but he bought it anyway

It was around this time that he decided he wanted to be a knight. They were so brave and strong and helped so many more people than he could. And they probably got paid pretty well, their armor was always so shiny

So he would pick up any odd jobs people could give to a kid (walking someone's dog, watering their plants while they were away, sorting recycling from garbage, etc) while dreaming about being a knight. The jobs only paid somewhere between $5 - $10 but it wasn't about the money. He was a hero of the realm and they only needed the safety of their people to be satisfied

But he would go home and count every dollar before he went to bed

When the Queen offered to keep him at the Institute and train him to be a knight, neither him nor his family could believe what they were hearing. There was some back and forth about what this would mean but ultimately, they let him go. He would have food, shelter, stability and all the things they couldn't provide

Joining the Institute was very overwhelming for many reasons but Balister did have to say he did enjoy not worrying about money all the time. He never had to worry about if the lights would shut off or where his next meal would come from. He didn't have to budget his few dollars and didn't feel guilty for wanting things. The other kids had so much stuff, surely he could have some too

This... wasn't totally true. Even though his life was more stable now, he still didn't have the latest sneakers or stories about long vacations to country houses or anything else that these kids had. He tried to ignore it but it was a glaring middle finger to the face every time someone casually mentioned their new pet pony or other ridiculous bullshit

The first few years of his training were fine, they were all using fake swords with plastic armor on straw dummies. But as he reached his teen years and training got more serious, he realized he was going to be left behind again

The Institute and the Queen did provide some things for him but it turns out that most of those kids' families provided their knight equipment for them. Ballister's family would be expected to do the same and he knew there was no way that was going to happen. He had come here to make his dreams a reality but if he had to choose between his future or his family starving/being homeless because all their money went to his armor, he would go home in a heartbeat. It would kill him but, in his heart, he knew it's what he would do

So he went to class everyday with only a sword that wasn't his. Ambrosius gave him a sword when he first got to the Institute and saw he didn't have one. At the time he was thrilled but told him he couldn't accept it, Ambrosius needed it. The blond boy had simply shrugged and said "You can keep it, I have a whole bunch." He was ecstatic to finally get a real-life sword but now it was a reminder that these other kids could trade these thousand dollar weapons like baseball cards. The monetary value meant nothing to them

Despite having a sword already, he didn't have any armor and got his ass handed to him so many times. Turns out having protection against people thrusting blades at you was important. Todd and the other knights made of him mercilessly but he would just have to endure it because there was no way in hell he was going to tell his parents he needed equipment. He was going to have to deal with it himself

At first the Director wanted him to stop training until he was able to afford armor but he begged her to keep going. He got really good at blocking attacks, because if he didn't, he would get hurt, but he knew it wasn't enough

It was nearly impossible because training took all day and then left him dog-tired but he started picking up odd jobs on the weekends again. People paid much better in the wealthier neighborhoods and he could get quite a decent sum for cleaning someone's gutter or mowing their lawn. It was embarrassing that he had to do this while the other kids could relax but it was worth it to not be covered in bandages all the time

He had saved halfway to his goal when he got seriously hurt. Sparing gone wrong, he fell for a fake-out right move and got slashed across his left side. It was bleeding a lot and he was whisked away to the informatory. After he got stitched up, the Queen came to see him. He hadn't expected her but apparently the accident was big enough to reach her

She asked him how this happened and embarrassedly, he admitted he wasn't wearing armor during practice. She was shocked and asked "why in the world not???" After a moment debate, he admitted that he didn't have any. That opened the floodgates, and everything came pouring out. He was ashamed that he got hurt, he was embarrassed he didn't have armor, he was guilty that he didn't ask for help, he was stressed that his parents would help him at their own expense, he was tired from spending every second he wasn't in class working

The Queen comforted him, letting him cry on her shoulder and combing his hair. It only added to his shame, this was no way for anyone to be treating the QUEEN. He pulled away and then the unspeakable happened. She offered to buy him a suit of armor. He sputtered, trying to refuse it, or at least let him pay for the part he had money for but she refused to negotiate. It was unacceptable that one of her knight cadets was left without the basic equipment required to succeed, that the Director did nothing to fix the problem, and that the environment of the Institiute made Balister feel too ashamed to ask for help and got him seriously injured

She bought him his thick black armor and the first day he wore it to class, he couldn't stop grinning. He beat the shit out of everybody who dared spar with him

Time went on and Ballister's armor got chipped and dented but he never wanted to buy a new pair like all his classmates in their shiny chest plates. This armor was old but it was his, he was allowed to have this

#i might do a part two of this set after the moive bc i hit the character limit on this post lol #i know a lot of ppl have done analysis posts on bal class and the institute but i wanted to do more of a personal approach #also i like the hc that bals really good at fighting bc his lack of armor/poor quality of armor wouldn't protect him very well from attacks #he had to really really learn how to block and dodge which led to his victory many times #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #the director nimona #the queen nimona #nimona headcanon #whew long post

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fang-and-feather · 4 months

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Ikemen Vampire - Arthur x Reader - Family Fic

For Day 5 of 12 Days of Arthur hosted by @oigimi and @scummy-writes

This week was a nightare for writing, i'm glad I at least finished this, as improvised as it was

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“When will dad get here?” Your daughter asked impatiently, sitting on the floor by your feet, Vic resting his head on her lap.

“He’ll be here soon, dear.” You ruffled her hair, hoping Arthur wouldn’t take too long.

I still took a few more minutes before the door opened, Vic rushing to it.

“Down, Vic!” Arthur said firmly, trying to calm the dog that jumped at him, as if to get to the box in his arms. “Down!” Vic finally listened, sitting back, but still staring at the box but he was replaced by the little girl, that darted from her place by your side to cling to him.

“Daddy!” She hugged him, then looked up, eyes shinning as she noticed the box. “You really got me a pet!”

“Why do you think so, dear? Maybe it’s a toy. Or a gift for your mother.”

“There are holes in the box, like mom made when we brought that bird to the forest. And you already got mom a gift, that’s why you got home late last week.” She explained.

Arthur looked so proud when she said that. You knew he loved the fact that your daughter was so observant at such young age. Maybe it was just a phase, in which she was awestruck with him and his skills, and trying to copy him. But she was smarter than other kids her age, especially in things that required logic, attention and observation, and he always got so proud when she showed that.

“Smart like her father.” You laughed. “She’ll be outsmarting you before you know it.”

“Is that the confidence you have in me, luv?” Arthur should know you were teasing, still he clearly didn’t like the notion that anyone could outsmart him, not even his own daughter, because he was definitely pouting.

“Don’t worry, daddy.” Your daughter chimed in. “You will always be my champion.”

“Well, thank you, dear.”

“But mom said good students get better than their teachers.” She added, making you laugh harder.

She wasn’t even the one you told that to, but apparently she heard your conversation and took your words seriously.

Arthur looked like he wanted to protest, but all that noise seemed to wake the dog in the box, who had been quiet until now, as he started to bark and try to push the box open. Vic stood up, barking back.

“I think we all got a little out of track here, and someone is getting impatient.”

“True.” Arthur crouched down to get to his daughter’s eye level, extending the box to her. “Merry Christmas, little robin.”

The little girl sat on the floor, opening the box.

“Here, little one.” She told the puppy that poked his head out. He barked at her and she reached out to touch him a little hesitantly, but smiled in delight when he let her do so, tail wagging, before she picked him up. “I think it likes me!” She exclaimed, excitedly.

The puppy was the same race as Vic, but in a different coloration.

“And you like him?”

“I love him! Thank you, Dad!”

Vic had approached her, sniffing the new puppy, who barked at him. Vic barked back, then walked back to Arthur.

“Seems like Vic approves, too.”

The girl let the puppy down, following him as he started to explore the room.

“What will be his name?” You asked her.

“Sherlock.” She declared, without hesitation.

You tried not to laugh at the obvious shock on Arthur’s face. Not even he was prepared for that turn of events. He would probably regret agreeing to get her a dog for a while.

“Who told you about Sherlock, dear.”

“I saw it in one of dad’s papers, then I asked uncle Sebas.” The puppy ran up to Vic, barking as if calling to him, and your daughter followed, finally noticing Arthur. “Daddy, are you okay?”

Arthur closed his eyes, gulped, took a deep breath and managed to smile. Not finding the courage to complain at his little girl.

“I’m fine, little robin.”

She nodded happily and scooped Sherlock up, before running to the door.

“Where are you going?” You asked her.

“Show him to Vincent and Lis.”

“Don’t run on the stairs, and don’t lose him.” You shouted as she ran to meet her friends, with Vic following her out.

“Okay, mum!” She shouted back.

Shaking your head, you turned back to Arthur.

“Seems like she already won this round. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m not fine, exactly.” Arthur admitted in a low tone. “Of all things… But you underestimate me, luv.” He added with a weak grin. “This is not exactly a loss. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to win a game, that’s part of the strategy.”

“Strategy for what? The only time you brought up a game regarding her was last year.”

“And you really thought I would let it end in a draw like that?”

You laughed, nuzzling into his chest.

“You’re impossible. But you know you didn’t need to go that far, right? She would have understood if you talked to her.” Arthur tensed a little, and you tried to pull away to look at him, but he hugged you tighter. “Don’t tell me the great detective didn’t figure out how emotionally mature his daughter really is?”

“Maybe. But you don’t take uncalculated risks when you want to win.”

“I’ll leave it at that.” You said, laughing. You knew Arthur didn’t want to admit he was unable to say no to his little girl. After all, it defeated the purpose of the game if you didn’t know it was still ongoing. But you would let him have this moment, at least for this day. “Merry Christmas, Arthur. I love you.”

Arthur finally pulled away to face you.

“Love you too, bird. Merry Christmas.” You two kissed, enjoying each other’s warmth a little longer while you could. “A shame we can’t continue this right now, luv. Let’s get your gift then, shall we?”

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q-gorgeous · 8 months

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What Will It Be? Chapter 3

ao3

fanfiction

@kinglazrus

woooooooo

Dash and Kwan walked out of the school together. Their last couple classes had passed without incident and now it was the end of the school day.

“What do you mean you can’t come to our nightly run? You always come!”

Kwan shrugged. “Sorry, Dash. I’d love to get all sweaty with you in the dusk of night…”

“Why did you have to say it like that?”

“But my mom scheduled for me to get my senior pictures done today and then we’re going out to eat with my grandparents.”

“Ah, yes, can’t disappoint the grandparents.”

Kwan nodded sagely. “Sorry. You could always skip tonight's run.”

Dash waved the comment away. “Nah. Then I’d have to make it up on a different day and I’m gonna be using the whole weekend to relax.”

“Face masks, rom coms, and ice cream?” Kwan smirked at him.

“You know it!” Dash held his hand up for a high five and Kwan hit his hand with a whoop.

“Well, I gotta go. Have fun getting sweaty by yourself.”

“I will. Bye.”

Dash waved at Kwan as he walked away. Stuffing his hands in his pockets he began to walk across the schoolyard. He had time before he had to go home and start working on homework. Maybe he could go to the Nasty Burger.

He heard a loud laugh and he looked up. Standing there were Danny, Sam, and Tucker. He smiled and started heading towards them.

“Hey, guys!” He waved at them. “Kwan’s being a nerd and being busy, you guys wanna go hang out at the Nasty Burger?”

Sam and Tucker both shot Danny looks and he was about to respond when he was interrupted by a gasp coming out of his own mouth.

“I, uh, sure. But I gotta go to the bathroom real quick!”

Danny ran off and Dash raised a quizzical eyebrow at him. He was about to ask Sam and Tucker why Danny always had to use the bathroom so much, but a scream interrupted him.

Running from around the back of the school was a giant green dog with red eyes. It stopped running and looked around everywhere. Its eyes landed on Sam and Tucker and it barked, looking at them excitedly with its butt in the air as its tail wagged.

“Does this dog know you guys?” Dash asked them.

“Sort of.” Sam said.

“How-“

“Cujo!” Phantom yelled. “I told you, no visiting the high school! You’re too big like this!”

The ghost dog panted happily, wagging its tail. It brought its face closer to Phantom’s and gave him the biggest, wettest lick Dash had ever seen.

“Gross!” Phantom yelled, shaking saliva off of his arms. “Playtime isn’t until later, Cujo. You don’t even have your toy yet.”

Cujo’s ears picked up at the word toy.

“Yeah! Your toy! Can you go find it for me? And bring it back at the time we’re actually supposed to have play time?”

Cujo barked before giving Phantom another lick. He shrank down and started running quickly through the air into the distance.

“He couldn’t have shrank back down before licking me again?” Phantom groaned and shook his arms off a second time. “Now I have to go home and take a shower.”

“Bro just phase it off.” Tucker cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted up at Phantom.

“Yeah, then you don’t have to go take a shower.” Sam shouted.

“Ghosts shower?” Dash asked.

“This one does.” Tucker smirked. “Stinkiest teenage ghost there is.”

“Hey!”

Sometimes Dash was jealous of the relationship Sam and Tucker seemed to have with Phantom. He didn’t understand how they managed to become so close to him while Dash could hardly ever get a conversation out of the guy.

“Hey Phantom! Want to come hang out at the Nasty Burger with us?” Dash shouted.

Phantom glanced at Sam and Tucker and then back at Dash. “Sorry I’ve, uh, got previous engagements already. I’ll see you guys later!”

He waved and flew away. A few moments later Danny came walking back out of the school.

“Ready to go eat our faces off?” Danny smiled up at him.

“You bet I am! I think I’m gonna be able to stuff my face more than Foley over there.”

“No you won’t!” Tucker yelled at him as he turned to start walking towards the Nasty Burger. “I’ll have you know I won Casper High’s hot dog eating championship with a new high record! There’s no way you can beat me.”

“You guys are so gross.” Sam wrinkled her nose as she followed after Tucker. “What’s the point of eating if you’re just gonna inhale your food anyways? You won’t even be able to taste it.”

“It’s the principle of it, Sam.” Danny said. Dash fell into step beside him as they started walking.

“What principle?” She waved her hands in the air. “Of being gross?”

“Of being a man.” Tucker puffed his chest out and smiled at her.

“Yeah, okay. I’m sure real men eat Nasty Burger’s entire stock.”

“Yeah, exactly! Now you’re getting it!”

Sam rolled her eyes and continued walking.

Dash looked around them as they walked. The trees that grew alongside the sidewalks were a bright orange and red. Football season had just ended and he was looking for a more relaxing couple of weeks before basketball started. It gave him a good opportunity to actually get outside and admire the pretty colors.

Dash glanced at Danny. He was also looking around at his surroundings, admiring the leaves. Maybe one of these days he’d have to take everyone to his favorite hiking trail. Or just him and Danny could go. That could be where he confessed his feelings to him.

Then Danny’s eyes met his. Dash could feel his face turning red and he quickly looked away. How was he going to confess anything if he couldn’t even look Danny in the eye?

“They’re pretty, huh?” Danny said. Dash looked back at him.

“Huh?”

“The leaves.”

“Oh.” Dash nodded. “Yeah, they are.”

“We should go walk around the park before they all fall to the ground and turn brown. It’s really pretty there.”

Dash smiled. “Yeah! We should do that.”

“There are prettier places to walk around and see the leaves.” Sam turned to face them. “We all have our licenses. We could drive somewhere over the weekend and do some hiking.”

“Yeah!” Tucker smiled. “Tiny roadtrip!”

Danny rolled his eyes. “It won’t be a road trip, Tucker. We’ll probably only be gone for a couple hours.”

“That’s why it’s called a tiny road trip.”

Dash smiled as he watched Danny and Tucker bicker. It was nice that they could be like this, that they were friends now. Danny threw back his head and laughed.

Dash hoped he never got to stop seeing his smile.

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abeinginsand · 9 months

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ooh also 💝👻 for Glenn for the headcanon ask game!

Hi again!! ooo Glenn hc time!! :D Sorry I took awhile, this one ended up longer than expected

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--- 💝 A headcanon about their love language I will say that I have two ideas here that might contradict each other but regardless-- Glenn loves being held, around the waist, by the hand, in a hug, the rare piggy back or bridal carry etc. He loves feeling someone's weight, their warm presence against him. His mind chanting subconsciously: Show me you're here. Show me I'm not alone

However, he never knew how much he enjoyed physical affection given how lacking it was growing up until falling for one amazing Morgan Freeman. She always loved hooking their arms together as they walked or weaving a hand through his hair when they rested together. They took turns carrying each other down the aisle even! It was overwhelming at times though and they eventually talked about it. She was good at that--making talking about things and setting boundaries a little more fun and little less like nails on a chalkboard (the sentimental weed helped too of course).

And when she.... well he found himself being affectionate like she had in some ways even after he couldn't hold onto her anymore. Hugs Nick close when they head to bed for the night, even though neither sleep that well anymore. He puts an arm around Darryl's shoulder and leans in to talk to him. Let's Henry braid his hair at the campfire when his friend needs something for his trembling hands to do. Teaches Ron about a proper fist-bump and high-five. Childishly getting into poking/elbowing sessions with Jodie (the usual sibling bickering (tm)) Eventually, gathers the courage to ask for hugs sometimes too. As a goodbye at first, planning to head into Hell, but after, too, when they all still kept meeting up. When Nicky was still small enough, he'd pick him up and spin him around sometimes or they'd fly around together. All while said teen groaned dramatically or laughed... --- On the other hand, something Glenn has always done without influence is use his voice as an instrument of love in itself. He'd never explain it like that though since that sounds pretty cheesy. The musician enjoys giving people nicknames/petnames and absolutely adores making up little songs for loved ones. He had a little song he sang with Bill when he was kid though he only remembers the tune and not the lyrics when he gets older. He made new lyrics and sang it as a lullaby instead. For the songs lyrics themselves...nothing that his band would play nor anything for a radio station--more so a minute or two of short tunes based on mundane stuff. Singing a clean-up song to motivate little Nick to help him and Morgan clean up his toys for example. Back when Morgan was still working at Disneyland, he had this 'finally off work' song he'd serenade her with when he picked her up from work or when she came back home to find him holding a snoozing kiddo on the couch. Though there were plenty of other spicier songs for Morgan too to which she was entertained and plenty flustered about, she called him kitten as usual but also a menace (affectionate) ;] So in summary, wants to be held, will not ask unless you've known him for years, will happily sing and create cheesy songs for people though ---- 👻 A headcanon about what scares them ...Hmm, first thought was not being recognized by people he cares about. Now I don't know much about Christine and sorry if this sounds like slander but... I think she'd be the origin of this particular fear. When things were good between his parents, they spent time together all the time. Huddled up on the couch with 'Glenny' in the middle to watch his mom's favorite shows. Or stroll around town or the park and be told stories about how how much the city changed since Bill was a kid ("see, used to be a big-ol dog statue over here but it got sold for a charity or somethin'. Now there's rose bushes over there. Tell me, what you would have put there, kid?"). To which he excitedly said 'a statue of meatball' (his canonical pet goldfish) and Bill gave him a round of applause and a fist bump while Christine softly patted his hair with a soft smile. But after the divorce/separation, mom moved out fast, and his parents swapped him from home to home every few weeks. Well there's the line during the court case that's something like "mom taught me rules and dad told me how to break them." Eventually, Christine didn't recognize her son anymore--he seemed so much more Bill every year and it...well she wished it didn't annoy her but oh boy it did. She found herself distancing herself from both Bill and Glenn especially after seeing her side of the parenting undone every month. At some point, Bill gets Glenn into some trouble as a teen and he tries for once to ask his mom for help. And she lets the resentment get the best of her in the moment, the feelings having built up. Says something like "I told you to stop listening to him. You're not my son, you're his. I couldn't fix him and I can't help you." They don't meet up in person after that, only the occasional text or once a month call.

He can't win back his mom, but darn does he try to be whatever people want him to be after that. To keep them around because he's always afraid he'll become a 'stranger' to avoid again.

Unfortunately, this also leads to letting his son be his friend and desperately hoping to impress him at all times.

#glenn close dndads #dndads glenn close #dndads #dndads headcanon #abeinginsand writing tag #asks #thank you for the ask baba :D!!!

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 2 years

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Play date

A/N- This was one of my most recent Gareth fics so thankfully i didn’t have to try and recover this one 😅 i may or may not have a part 2 in the works 🫣

Summary- Gareth goes to pick up his little sisters from their friends place, and he definitely didn’t expect a girl to open their front door. a hot girl. in a bikini…

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None :)

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @ahzysauce

Words- 2.4k

Gareth knocked on the front door, waiting patiently for someone to answer.

His sisters were over at their friends house for a playdate, some other girl they knew from school, and he was asked by his parents to pick them up before it got too dark out. As soon as the door opened his jaw almost fell to the floor.

It wasn’t one of the other girls’ parents standing there before him, it was a girl. A hot girl, wearing a bikini top and a pair of shorts over the bottoms. At first he thought it was a joke, doing a double take to make sure he wasn’t just seeing things, making you giggle,

“Hi, are you Gareth?”

“Yeah…” He said quietly at first, his eyes snapping back up to yours to distract him from your exposed figure before him, “Yeah, hi, sorry. I’m here to pick up my sisters.”

“I figured, i’m (y/n), i’m Cassie’s older sister,” You said with a smile, opening the door for him, “they were telling me about you,” you said giggling again, seeing the littlest bit of blush creep onto his cheeks, “they’re all in the backyard, come on in.”

He stepped in, closing the door behind him and following you through the house to the sliding glass doors next to your kitchen. He could see a large pool with a wooden deck leading up to it, a few lounge chairs with some towels and pool toys scattered around them. You slid open the doors and approached the pool,

“Hey girls, your brother’s here to take you home.”

The three girls groaned in the pool, making their way up the steps and grabbing their towels to dry off,

“Can’t they stay a little longer sissy?” Your younger sister Cassie said, giving you the puppy dog eyes.

You looked back to Gareth, your hands on your hips,

“I guess it’s all up to you, you’re the one taking them home.”

He thought it over for a moment, weighing his options. He could either go home with his sisters and spend the rest of the night in his room, watching the same old slashers that he’s seen over a million times, or he could stick around for a little longer and spend time with a girl in a bikini.

“You know what,” he looked to his sisters, “i don’t think mom and dad would mind if we stuck around for a little longer.”

His sisters ran up to him and gave him a hug, getting his clothes wet from their still soaked bathing suits before jumping back into the pool. You giggled and took a seat on one of the loungers, looking back up to Gareth,

“You can come sit next to me, i’m not gonna bite.”

He gave you a soft smile as he sat next to you,

“So my sisters were saying stuff about me?” He said, fearing the worst. He knew his sisters were always nice around others but they’d tell his deepest secrets in a heartbeat.

“Yeah, nothing bad though,” You said with a giggle, “they told me we’re the same age, and when they were snooping around in my room they said you liked the same kind of movies.”

“Really? I didn’t know girls were into those gross slashers. Did you see Bad Taste? It came out a few weeks ago.”

“Of course i saw it! I love movies like that, my friends think i’m weird but i just think they’re cool.”

The two of you sat there talking about anything and everything you could think of, slashers, Hellfire, he even told you about Corroded Coffin and about what happened with Jason when Eddie went missing. You could still see a little cut on his lip.

“He threw you into your drums? He’s such a dick, i don’t understand how he gets away with the shit he does.” You turned your head to see the small cut on his lip, a little purple bruise still around it, “I’m glad you’re alright though, that looks like it hurt.”

“Yeah, it hurt like a bitch,” he said with a laugh, the littlest bit of pink on his cheeks, “i’m just glad this cut’s almost healed, i feel like it’s been there forever.”

“Well hopefully next time you come over it looks a little better.” You said with a gentle smile, your eyes darting back and forth from the cut on his lip to his eyes, seeing the blush on his cheeks get a bit deeper.

“Next time?”

“Yeah, next time your sisters are over i expect you to come with,” You said giggling, seeing how flustered he got, “i need someone to hang out with me so i’m not stuck babysitting them again.”

It was cute to see how nervous he got just from talking to you, and it was even cuter to see how pink his cheeks got whenever you giggled or smiled at him. You knew you were being flirty, and you were sure he knew it too, but something about him made you certain that he’d let you do it as much as you wanted. He was wrapped around your finger and you loved it.

“Yeah! Yeah, i’ll absolutely come with next time they come over-“

“We get to come over again?!” One of the girls said from behind him, the two of you getting lost in your conversation and not noticing that they had been wrapped in their towels, standing behind you two for god knows how long.

“I mean, yeah,” Gareth turned to his sisters, “if you guys wanna come over again soon we totally can,” he quickly turned back to you, “if that’s alright with you i mean…” He said trying to hide his excitement.

It was rare occurrence that he was able to talk to a girl this easily, but having a girl as pretty as you be so eager to see him again was definitely something new.

“Of course! You guys can come over whenever you want,” you look back to Gareth, “my parents love your sisters so i’m sure they won’t mind if you came along.”

“Can we come back this weekend?” One of his sisters asked.

“Is that alright with you?” Gareths eyes found yours again, and you could tell he was hoping you’d let them come back that soon.

“Absolutely you can! But no swimming next time,” though Gareth was excited to come back, he was a little upset he wouldn’t be able to see your figure so exposed to him the next time he saw you, “i don’t want us to be stuck out here watching you the whole time ok?”

“That’s ok, we can play with all my new barbie’s i just got for my birthday!”

“Can we go see?”

“Yeah they’re all up in my room!”

The three girls quickly ran inside, going upstairs into Cassie’s room, you shouted behind them,

“Be careful when you run in the house! Don’t get anything wet!” You giggled and rolled your eyes, “Sorry about her, are you sisters like that when they have people over?”

“Oh yeah, all the time.” He said with a smile, “i better go get them, it’s getting kinda late and i don’t want my parents to be pissed i let them stay out this late.”

“I’ll go in with you, i can always clean all this up tomorrow.” You stood up from the chair and grabbed the shirt that was thrown over the back of it, slipping it on before going to grab the pool toys and towels just to tidy up a bit.

Gareth was upset to see your figure covered up again until he saw the logo on the shirt,

“No fucking way, you like gross movies AND you’re into Diamond Head?”

“Yeah!” You said, your lips curled into a smile, “I love them, my dad was the one who got me into them a few years ago when their first album came out.”

The two of you entered the house once again, closing the curtains behind the sliding glass door,

“He’s got good taste,” He said following close behind you into the house, “what other bands are you into? It can’t just be Diamond Head is it?”

“Oh no, i love all kinds of bands like that,” you said with a giggle, “Girlschool, Anthrax, i’ve got a whole collection of cassettes upstairs, i’ll show you.”

You grabbed his hand and led him upstairs into your bedroom, hearing the girls in your sisters room just down the hall. He was surprised that you grabbed at his hand so quickly, and even more surprised when you were still holding it as you entered your room. And he was even more shocked to see how closely your room resembled his.

Posters of different horror movies and bands covering the walls, tapestries over your windows as replacements for curtains, a large pile of VHS tapes next to the tv in front of your bed and a crate full of different metal cassettes next to the stereo underneath your window. And then it finally hit him. He was in a girls room.

You dragged him over to your stereo and kneeled down in front of it, dragging the crate forward to look through the tapes as he sat next to you.

“Wow, you’ve got some good ones in here…” He said, moving the tapes around in the crate before him as you reached up to play whichever one was still in your stereo, turning the volume down so the two of you could talk over it.

“I’ve got some old ones and some new ones in there. I think i’ve got a few more over here too,” you leaned yourself over him, holding onto his shoulder for support, your chest close to his face making him blush as he tried not to sneak a glance at your breasts, “yeah, my dad let me borrow some of his older ones, we used to listen to a lot of these in the car when i was little.”

As the two of you rummaged through the tapes, talking about whichever ones caught your eyes, neither of you could tell that the other was sneaking glances. Gareths eyes kept moving over your face, taking note of every little detail and blemish, while yours were looking to his lips, looking at the light bruise surrounding the cut on his lip.

“What’re you staring at?”

Your eyes quickly moved up to his, not noticing that he finally caught you sneaking a look, making you blush harder than you ever have before. You finally realized why you loved seeing how pink his cheeks got as soon as he did the same to you. There was just something about Gareth that made you feel like there were butterflies in your stomach. Maybe it was the fact that he seemed to interested in you, or that you could tell you were making him feel the same way he made you feel. No matter what it was, for a boy you just met, you knew you definitely liked him.

You gently reached your hand up to his cheek, moving your thumb carefully over the bruise around his lip,

“Just looking at this little cut,” you could feel his cheek beating up under your fingers, “i really hope it heals soon, how long has it been there?”

“Few weeks i think…” He tried his best to keep his eyes away from your but he just couldn’t help himself, “I’ve actually got a little bump on the back of my head still.” He said with a nervous laugh.

“Really? Where is it?” You slowly moved your hand from his cheek into his fluffy hair, carefully moving your fingers around his scalp to find it. He would never allow anyone to touch his hair like this, but you were being so gentle and careful with him, he knew you would be the only exception. Once your fingers found it he winced just a bit at the soreness,

“Shit, sorry, i didn’t hurt you did i?”

“No, no, you’re totally fine.” He said, giving you a soft smile.

It was silent between the two of you, only the sound of the cassette playing from your stereo could be heard but it felt like it was just the two of you there with nothing else around you, getting lost in one another eyes and not noticing that your lips were inching closer.

And closer.

And closer…

“Ew! They’re kissing!”

Before your lips had the chance to touch, the two of you snapped your heads to your doorway, seeing the three little girls giggling as they quickly ran back downstairs once they knew they were caught. You took your hand off of the back of his head, the thought of your lips almost touching being burned into your brain. Damn those little brats for ruining the moment.

“I guess that’s probably my queue to go.” Gareth said, standing up from his spot and reaching his hand out to help pull you up.

“That’s ok, it’s getting late anyways, i know you said you had to leave like an hour ago.” You said with a soft laugh.

The two of you made your way down the stairs, seeing the girls waiting by the front door for their brother,

“All ready to go?” He asked them, you standing behind him. The girls nodded and gathered their things up before you opened the door for them. You smiled and your sister waved goodbye to them as they walked down the driveway to their car, and before Gareth took a few steps out of the door you quickly grabbed his hand again,

“You’re coming with them next time right?” You said with a smile, gently biting your bottom lip.

“Yeah, absolutely, i promise i’ll come with them next time.” He smiled and before he knew it, he felt his face flush as you quickly pressed your lips to his cheek.

It was quick, soft, and nothing more than a simple kiss goodbye, but to him it was everything. You giggled seeing his reaction to something as simple as a little kiss on the cheek and you slowly removed your hand from his, wiggling your fingers as you waved to him.

He was too flustered to do anything and quickly waved back just as you shut the door.

As he walked to the car, he felt like he was walking on air. Not even a full day of knowing you and he felt like his whole world was turned completely upside down from just one simple kiss on the cheek. And he was more excited than anything for his sisters next little play date at your place.

All that mattered was that he needed to see you again. And soon.

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freyanistics · 2 years

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More fluffy Cassandra? Please? Or fluffy Bela? I really enjoyed the last one it was very endearing.

Anon I hope you like dogs 🐶

The present~

It wasn’t uncommon for Natasha to leave Romania to go back to the states to visit family and friends. To the dismay of Alcina and the daughters they still helped Natasha pack up her clothes in a suitcase and wait by the door as she kissed them each on the forehead.

“It’s only a week, I won’t be gone long!” She says.

Usually one of the girls would occupy her through the village to ensure no lycans mistook her as a snack.

Before leaving she’d always ask the same question, “What do y’all want while I’m over there?”

For Bela it would be more astronomical or biology books and kits.

For Daniela more romance and other genre of books, as well as plush toys to decorate her bed.

Cassandra was always weapons, specifically a gun. (“No Cass I cannot bring any weapons through the airport.”)

Eventually Cassandra just asked to be surprised. And that’s what Natasha intended to do.

As the week ends Natasha made her return to the village carrying her suitcase and other bags. It took a minute of struggling to get back to the castle but once a few maids spotted the second lady of the house coming up the winding path they rushed to help retrieve her things.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the family to hear the news and rush to greet her, flies swarming around the short woman with a few landing on her shoulders and neck.

“Yes yes I missed you too, but can y’all let me get inside first?” Natasha says jokingly as she finally enters the castle.

“It’s so good to have you back, draga mea. How was your family?”Alcina purrs as she descends down the stairs towards her beloved.

“Everyone is fine. My mom said hello and made me bring some gifts back.” Natasha says as she wraps her arms around the countess’s waist in a hug.

“Gifts from grandmother? Oh mama can we open them now? Please?” Daniela begs as she swarms over to the variety of boxes.

“Daniela dear, at least wait for your mother to get situated, I’m sure she’s exhausted from the flight back.” Alcina says gently as Daniela lets out a whine.

“Yes mother.” She replies pouting.

“Naw come on! I want y’all to open your gifts now, plus one of them can’t stay in their carrier all day.” Natasha exclaims rushing into the family room.

An hour of unwrapping gifts revealing Bela getting new books and kits, as well as a new telescope, Daniela obtaining new romance novels and a set of cute light green pjs, on top of a variety of stuffed toys including a large teddy bear. Alcina got a beautiful lapis necklace alongside a gorgeous silver watch.

When it came to Cassandra’s turn Natasha smiles softly.

“Alright close your eyes and hold your hands out.” She carefully instructs to which Cass obliges.

Picking up the white carrier Natasha unlatches it picking up a sleepy brownish red puppy causing Daniela and Bela to let out soft gasps. Placing the pup in her hands causing the pup to squirm and let out a whine.

Opening her eyes immediately Cass’s face lights up seeing the small dog. “Mama, is he for me? But we already have one?” She asks looking at Natasha wide eyed.

“Yes, but this little guy is specifically yours. I was originally going to get you a ball python,”She starts getting interrupted by a choking noise from Alcina as she was in the middle of sipping her tea, “but your mother would have definitely killed me, so I opted on the other option. Plus he’s not just any dog, he’s a bloodhound, and they’re pretty good at tracking things. They’re used in the US to track scents.” She says reaching over to scratch the pup’s ears.

“He has some big ears.” Daniela exclaims pulling at one of them gently.

“He’ll grow into them.” Natasha says. “He was the last one in the litter too, my friend told me her friend had a big litter this year and I was lucky to be able to nab one. I thought you could use a hunting buddy to track down that buck you was looking for.”

While the rest of the family spoke Cassandra was too preoccupied petting the pup. Picking him up to her face she looks into the dopey brown eyes of his.

“-Honestly Natasha we have enough mutts running around, must you have brought another to mess the furniture with?” Alcina was saying.

“Oh come on Alci you know you like Butch, plus he’s always well behaved in the house.” Natasha defends petting said dog on the head who was fast asleep next to her chair. “If it’ll make you feel better I’ll get another cat this time, I’m sure Benjamin would like that.” She said sarcastically.

Letting out a sigh Alcina turns to the brunette. “Promise me you’ll take good care of dog, and train him not to misbehave in the house.” She asks in a slightly drained tone.

“I promise mother!” Cass says grinning up at her.

“Very well, he’s going to be fully your responsibility.”

“What are you going to name him Cassandra?” Bela asked.

“Costache.”

Weeks go by with Cassandra and Costache being inseparable. Everywhere Cassandra went the little hound dog wasn’t far behind her. She had collected a few furs she obtained from her previous hunts to make a makeshift bed for him in her room.

Costache was in good hands with Cass. She made sure he had everything from toys that she made herself to getting feed meats from her hunts.

There was one instance where a maid accidentally stepped on his tail causing him to yelp out in pain. Let’s just say the maid lost a couple of toes that day.

Cassandra soon started training Costache to be a hunting dog. It would start with hiding stuff around the castle and rubbing a scent on a napkin or toy and have the pup track it until he found the hidden object. She would even hide herself and he would sniff her out. And whenever he did find the target he would let out a howl much to her delight.

It gradually went from objects and herself to tracking her family, specifically Natasha. Natasha had a secret stash of snacks that she would go to whenever she was sure none of the girls were on her radar. And that was the perfect opportunity for Cassandra to show off Costache’s skills to her sisters. Holding up one of her clothes Cassandra bends down to the dog,“Find mama, boy!” She grins.

“There’s no way he’s going to find her.” Bela says folding her arms.

“You want to bet?” Cass asks turning towards the blonde.

“If he finds her can I borrow him? There’s a little maid that keeps avoiding me.” Daniela asks bouncing up and down like a little kid.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re still trying to pursue that new maid mother hired.” Bela says raising an eyebrow.

“She’s cute and I think she likes me, she just doesn’t know it yet!” Daniela exclaims stomping her foot.

“Quiet! He got the scent!” Cass interrupts as the pup starts walking through the castle halls.

Soon they was rounding corners and halls until they got to a different side of the castle that the residents barely dwell in.

“Are you sure he knows where he’s going?” Bela asks wrinkling her nose from the dust and debris.

“I never been in this side of the castle before.” Daniela says in complete awe doing a couple of spins to assess everything.

“He knows what’s he’s doing Bela, you just need to believe in him.” Cassandra snaps.

“We’ve been walking for around 45 minutes and dinner will be served soon, I’m sure mama will pop-“ Bela was interrupted when the young bloodhound starts howling at one of the doors scratching at it.

Walking up to the door Cassandra opens it revealing Natasha sitting in an old green recliner in the middle of popping a few cheetos in her mouth.

“What the fu-“ she starts before getting bombarded by the three for a few of snacks and a small brown dog trying to climb into her lap.

Cassandra was proud of Costache that day, and she couldn’t wait when he got bigger to take him out hunting in the woods. Or better, tracking down maids.

I hope you enjoy this anon! I said somewhere that in my canon Cassandra likes dogs so I decided to give her one here. I also specifically picked a bloodhound being they’re really good at tracking things and that goes hand in hand with Cassandra.

Costache and Cassandra are going to cause chaos to that castle

#resident evil 8 #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #natasha dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x female reader #lady dimitrescu x oc

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jacscorner · 3 months

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My Sister Sold My Dog Behind My Back

Etra-Chan Saw It~

Hi. My name is Karin. I live with my husband, Kuroki, in Tokyo. We work at the same company; I work part-time and he's salaried. The plan is for him to move up in the company and eventually for me to resign and become a homemaker. Once we get comfortable with that, then we'll have kids. Until then, we also take care of our dog, Coco.

I usually just drop Coco off at a dog daycare and pick her up in the afternoon. This works pretty well. However, something happened.

Kuroki: I just won a weekend trip at the Etra Resort!

Karin: Oh my God, that's amazing! That's the most expensive luxury hotel in the country!

But then, something horrifying happened; we realized that the dog daycare doesn't do overnight stays and our trip doesn't include boarding for dogs. So it looks like either we'll have to cancel the trip or I'll have to stay home with Coco. As a last resort, I decided to call my sister older, Azami. She's never been too big of a fan of dogs, but I hoped she'd be willing to help me out.

Azami: Oh, you want me to come over and dog sit for the weekend?

Karin: I know it's kind of a big ask, but I really need your help!

Azami: Well, alright. Just leave it to me.

Karin: You're a lifesaver, Azami!

And so, me and my husband went on our trip. It was like a vacation! But before I could really start to enjoy myself, I got a text from Azami.

Azami: [Karin, it's awful! I went to walk Coco, but she got off her leash and ran off!]

Karin: WHAT?!

I took the car and drove off to find and find her around my house. My heart was racing like a rocket. I was so scared; what happened to my poor little shiba?! And then, while I was in traffic, I got a notification on my phone. I thought maybe it was Azami or Kuroki, but instead, I saw one of my Etrabook fans, Yuri.

Yuri: [I just got the cutest Shiba Inu!]

My heart sank. Cause that was definitely MY dog!

I immediately drove to Yuri's house and then I explained what happened.

Yuri: Huh? But, I didn't just find her. Azami sold her to me.

The two of us came to the same conclusion: Azami lied to both of us. Apparently, Azami said Coco was HER dog, but she couldn't take care of her, so she was trying to sell her off to a good home.

Once we got our story straight, Yuri gave me back Coco. I promised I'd get her money back, even though she insisted I didn't have to. But there was no way I was gonna let Azami get away with this. I drove to my house, forced my way inside, and confronted my sister.

Karin: Azami, you had no right to sell my dog!

Azami: What?! I did no such thing! Coco ran away!

Karin: Don't give me that! Yuri told me you sold her. And you're going to give back the money you swindled from her.

Azami: Nonsense! It's not my fault she tried to buy someone else's dog! Besides, you should be thanking me!

Karin: Thanking you?!

Azami: Aren't you and Kuroki planning to start a family someday? If anything, I did you a favor; it'll be better to get rid of your dog sooner rather than later.

At that point, I was seeing red; I couldn't believe what I was hearing! In a fury, I grabbed my sister by the ear and yanked her over my knee and began to spank her!

Azami: Karin! OW! What are you doing?! OWOW!

Karin: Doing what Mom used to do when you did stuff like this! Now apologize and agree to give Yuri back her money!

Azami: No!

Eventually, I removed her skirt, panties, and grabbed a hairbrush.

Azami: OWOWOWOW! Okay, okay! I'll give back the money! I'll give it back!

Karin: AND you're going to apologize! Properly! And buy Coco a new toy!

Azami: OOOWOWOWOWOW! Okay! Okay!

Azami ended up apologizing for her actions with tears on her face.

I was too tired to drive back with my husband, so I decided to just enjoy the rest of my vacation with Coco. I promised my husband we'd have a proper vacation another day and a date night when he got home.

I intended to do more Etra-Chan spanking art. But like a lot of things, I kept putting it off. This time, however, I mostly just wanted a good story to go with it and couldn't think of one that would be fun and outlandish, yet squarely in the realm of plausibility...that would lead to a spanking.

Azami is perhaps my least favorite Etra-Chan character, though it's mostly cause her English VA give her this screeching, "Miss Fowl" voice and it gets real grating real quick. XD But I still think she's very spankable. If Akane is every brat character put in a blender, then Azami is the embodiment of entitlement. A penny pinching Karen who just would sell her best friend for 62 cents. So I knew I had to draw her being spanked at SOME point.

#Etra-Chan Saw It #Azami #Karin #Spank #JAC Art #JAC Fic

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birthday bash ― dougie hamilton

note: happy birthday douglas. love you dude. this is a little short, but it's sweet nonetheless <3 summary: dougie comes home to a mini surprise birthday party with you and your dog, effie. warnings: none word count: 417 words

dougie had gone on a short trip with a few of the guys. he wanted you to come along, but you understood it was a guys' trip, so you stayed home with effie.

so, you got some things ready for dougie's birthday while he was away. effie and dougie shared a birthday, so you made sure to get some stuff for her too.

by the time he got back, everything was ready. you had decorated the house with streamers and some hanging decorations and a banner that read 'happy birthday douglas!' and a picture you had taken of him midbite.

he walked through the door and the first thing he saw was the banner. he let out a laugh as he set his stuff down, "happy birthday!" you beamed, a birthday hat on your head and one on effie's.

"what's this?"

"it's your birthday party." you made a ta-da motion.

"that's the worst picture in the world." he laughed.

"that's the point. the girl who made the poster laughed when she saw them." you shrugged.

"thank you." he smiled, kissing you.

"you're welcome." you smiled, "now you have to put this on." you handed him a hat, which he slipped onto his head.

you led him into the living where all the gifts were, "what's this? i said no gifts."

"yeah, and i said the same thing, but you still got me gifts."

"fair." he nodded.

the next day, you woke up and drove to the nearest petco. the moment you stepped through the doors, effie was pulling you in every which direction.

"whoa, slow down." dougie laughed, tugging on her leash. she slowed down and gave you her puppy-dog eyes.

she pulled you down the toy aisle and practically ran in every direction, wanting to get every toy in sight, "all right, you can pick two toys and a treat." you told effie, not that she understood you.

she picked two toys, after long deliberation and a treat. you could barely set it on the counter to pay for it because effie wanted to play with it.

after petco, you made one last stop at starbucks. you got your drinks and got effie a pupachino. she was sitting on dougie's lap in the passenger seat and was bouncing as she saw the cup being handed off. you held it in front of her and she dove head first into the cup.

"happy birthday." you scratched her ears, then leaned over and kissed dougie on the cheek.

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yourusername happy birthday to my bestest friend effie! oh, and also dougie.

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njdevils happy birthday effie! and dougie of course!

subbanator happiest of birthdays to the best dog ever! 🔥

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dougieham happy birthday to my best girl (you share the spot with your mom) effie.

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devilswags the fact that dougie and effie share a birthday is so freaking cute! 🥺

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emleechxn · 1 year

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bye bye 婆婆

I will love you forever

i said bye bye 婆婆 every night at around 6 pm when mom would pick me up. That hasn’t been said in a while as these past few years would be me waving goodbye from the distance as we left you to your friends and conversation at dinner time.

but i said that to you Friday and i was jolted into how familiar those words felt, hearing me at 7 years old, in the same tone and cadence as i had once left your house with, parents telling me to say bye bye, say bye bye to 婆婆 and i would see you the next day again where you spoon fed me, taught me how to hold chopsticks, showed me the way the your plants grew, rub my sore belly, drew bamboo for me, laughed at my drawings, sang to me, bathed me, tripped over my toys, hog your washroom, phone, TV, radio as I became a teen, and how you laughed when I put on Jerry Springer and how the fat people would fight LOL, and the times i would walk with you around the neighbourhood on your grocery runs

and you were a walking recipe book, and whenever i had a canker sore you made a fish soup that i would fake having just to have another taste

and now at 30 years old, i stood at the doorway saying bye bye 婆婆 once again as i left you in that dark room

you always took my hand and told me i had my mother’s beautiful hands, or lectured me on my nail polish that they sucked blood from your nails and told me how ugly your hands were, where a potato machine once warped your pinky

but grandma oh your hands raised so many lives, and all life loved you, all 5 children, grandchildren, friend’s children, the plants loved you, children loved you, dogs and cats that you fed back in HK, everything you touched thrived

all i remember at the end was all the strong grip you had when i held your hands

I’m sorry i cried in front of you, i really didn’t want to show that i thought this might be it and i think you saw me because you reached in your literal deathbed and held my face and my heart breaks on this memory so much because i felt so ashamed that i could be the one in despair as you lay there dying

but my friend told me that in this moment i helped you forget your pain with my love so i really hope it did, i really do

mom made it sound like your life was miserable, that your father and husband and best friend who abandoned and betrayed you was the bane of your existence and that coming to a country where people would bully and sneer and spit at a non english speaking older immigrant - and i don’t deny this happening

but i don’t think this solely defines you and i hate that my mom defines you again and again that your life was full of suffering

at least when i came along it was moments of peaceful evenings spent next to you playing with my toys and you hummed along knitting or hitting your back like all old asian grannies

you were and always a kind soul, and spoke gently, and your kindness made you powerful not vulnerable or weak. just look at the family you grew, from a working single mother who gave her 5 children 3 meals a day (with courses) and every single one of them thriving with successful grandchildren

my grandmother even as she got into her late 90′s did not forget her manners, saying thank you to all the caretakers and children -- who she felt a massive humiliation to be a burden as she slowly lost the abilities that made her an independent person

i hope someday to find you too, wherever you are now, happily reuniting with those that came before

and i hope to share the undeserved love you gave me to everyone else around so that that they may know you too

I will love you forever

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official-wayward-keener · 2 years

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Parkner Bingo - Atom Parker

Atom Parker-Keener

Peter finds a puppy on patrol.

Ao3 Link here

Peter had a bad habit of petting any pets that he saw on patrol. So when one of those pets started whimpering he decided to find the owner as Peter Parker. He changed and ran to the closest vet. It ended up that the puppy was abandoned on the street as there was no tag.

“I guess he will have to go to the shelter,” the vet said. Peter decided then that the little guy needed him.

“I’ll keep him and put up fliers,” Peter said. The vet thanked him as he went home not ready to tell Harley. Harley and he finally got living together handled while dating and they now were adding a baby. Well a puppy but still Harley might not be okay with it but Peter would come up with something. He carried his new puppy to a pet store and got some stuff before heading home. He set him down on the floor as the puppy looked at him and seemed to explore. Peter got some puppy pads down before calling his landlord about the dog so he knew that he was housing him for a bit. His landlord told him if they were keeping the puppy they would need to fill out some forms and Peter told him he would let him know.

“Now I guess you need a name for the time being,” Peter said as he looked at the periodic table and then smiled. How about Atom?” The puppy barked happily and Peter laughed as he grabbed a toy ball and three it down the hall only for the puppy to run back. They played catch until the puppy got bored and jumped on the couch. Peter sat down as well and grabbed his gaming controller and played video games until he heard the door open. He was in the middle of a boss battle or he would have paused. As he listened to Harley coming in and talking about his day in the lab, Atom perked up and listened. He looked at Peter and then at the door where Harley was walking in from. When Harley came in, he still hadn’t noticed Atom as he set down his bag. Atom moved onto Peter’s lap protectively. Peter sighed, pausing his game and setting the controller down.

“Princess, can you come here for a second?” Peter said. Harley turned and saw the dog and seemed to pause as if he was trying to figure out the situation.

“Where did… when did…. Peter please tell me I’m imagining the dog,” Harley said. Peter shook his head no as he petted Atom. Atom seemed to calm down as Harley moved closer holding out his hand. The puppy smelled it and seemed okay as he jumped off Peter’s lap and pawed to be picked up by Harley. Harley picked up the puppy.

“He is staying with us until we can find his owners. I plan to get posters up tomorrow. I just wanted to wait out the rain. I found him on patrol today and the vet couldn’t find his owner,” Peter said. “You don’t mind us taking in Atom for a few nights?”

“As long as it’s just a few nights,” Harley said. “I don’t think you would be able to handle keeping an actual dog.”

“I’m responsible!” Peter said. Harley laughed as he put Atom down who whined as he went to put up his stuff. Peter resumed his game as Atom went and followed Harley around as Harley prepared dinner for the family of three. Harley hadn’t had a dog since he was a kid. His mom had a collie back then that was always following him and Abby around. Atom was a german shepard puppy. He read up on the paper from a vet. He was only seven months old, meaning he was really little.

“We will work on potty training you as well,” Harley told the puppy. The puppy just looked at him and watched him. Peter stopped his game and came up behind Harley and hugged up on him.

“I missed you,” Peter said. Harley rolled his eyes.

“Now you want to butter me up about the dog.” Peter kissed his cheek.

“If we don’t find the owner then we will have to keep Atom.” Harley expected that was the catch. He should have known there was one.

“Atom Parker-Keener,” Harley said. “Not too bad of a name.”

“Glad you agree,” Peter said. “Now I’m going to finish my reading for tomorrow’s class while you finish dinner.”

“I got an essay tonight after dinner so can you make me some coffee?” Harley asked. Peter nodded as the two went back to their normal routine as Atom went with Peter and laid with him as he read. Harley came to get Peter and took a picture to send to May and Tony. Tony and May both wondered about the dog but Harley told him that he would explain after dinner or Peter would since Harley had his essay.

“Dinner is ready,” Harley said. Peter looked up as Atom got up and followed them into the kitchen. They talked as Atom begged for food but neither gave in. Peter was struggling though but he made it through it. They smiled when dinner was over and Atom didn’t get any table scraps. They got dishes done which was Peter’s job. Peter called his aunt and then Tony to inform them of their new addition as Harley worked on his essay. Peter eventually got him to work on the bed so Peter could sleep and feel that Harley was there. Atom joined them on the bed and laid cuddled next to Peter. Harley finished his essay to see sleeping angels. He convinced Atom to go out and took him for a walk but then he let him back in to go back to bed with Peter. He changed before cuddling next to his boyfriend. Atom between their legs. The puppy that would eventually be their dog cause he was an abandoned dog that no one would claim. Harley didn’t know that but at that moment he wished it would happen because Atom was their dog the moment Peter found him.

#parkner #peter parker #harley keener #dog #atom parker keener #peter parker x harley keener #harley keener x peter parker

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ungusthebungus · 24 days

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Under The Duvet Part 1 (F OC)

Rating: M

Fandom: Original Work

Relationship: N/A

Characters: F OC

Additional Tags: Depression, School, Bullying, College, Pressure, Jobs, Cussing, Suicidal Thoughts, Anxiety

Summary:

This focuses on Annie's life and struggles with bullying, school, jobs, and pressure.

Sobs could be heard from under Annie’s duvet. Her elbow rested on a wet spot where her face once rested. Why am I the way I am? Everyone else is more successful. I should just drop dead.

She didn’t remember how it started. At a younger age, she was prone to mental breakdowns. Not about a toy or anything. It could have been that a bully pushed her too hard one day. Possibly, she overheard her mother talking to one of the teachers.

“She’s way below the average score.” The teacher said, frowning.

That’s how she knew that she was different. Not in a good way.

She knew that she was treated weirdly by other students when she had to go to a “special” speech class. Something about her r’s sounded weird. Her mom didn’t want her to get picked on because of that.

Honestly, Annie was never a bright student. She did everything to get to the next grade, but that was the bare minimum. That was especially true as she went to 6th grade.

She was failing assignments left and right. The only class she did well in was in her language classes. Learning about how other people spoke intrigued her.

Gym was horrible. She was scolded for hitting the volleyball the wrong way. Even girls in the locker room planned to gang up on her after school.

Scared because she walked home from school, she told her mother. Supposedly, her mom had a very serious conversation with the principal.

“If you don’t help my child, I’m homeschooling her.” Her mother sternly told him.

After that, those girls bothered her no more. Still, there were plenty of other girls who treated her worse than dog shit.

During high school in the gym lockers, girls gossiped about her.

“Eww! I think I saw a bug crawling in her hair!” The girls grimaced.

Even boys thought she was gross.

Annie told a friend about a dream she had. Her and a guy she liked, Wally, were kissing in a snowy forest. That friend told Wally and he just laughed.

“I would never date that freak.”

Heartbroken, Annie ran to a bathroom and bawled her eyes out. Why would her friend do such a thing?

Aside from that, she started getting her life back on track. She managed to get a boyfriend in sophomore year. As for grades, they went from C’s and D’s to A’s and B’s.

She wanted to become a veterinarian. However, she was still unsure about that. Yeah, she loved animals but she also loved languages.

“Become a vet! You’ll get good money.” An advisor told her.

So she stuck with it.

When applying for colleges, she was told to apply to a more expensive school. It even had its own special building for vet school. Her second option was another school down south. The tuition was cheaper, but she’d still have to take out loans.

However, she wanted to go to a community college. Even though she loved working around animals, she still was unsure of herself.

Her family learned of this and were vocal in their disapproval.

“You need to get away from your boyfriend!” They said to her.

She didn’t know why they said this. Her boyfriend was good to her and when he wasn’t around, she could do things without him.

“You’re too dependent on him. Go to a four year college.”

The pressure was awful. If she decided to go to a community college, would they kick her out?

In the end, she applied for the two four year colleges. The first one, she got put on a waiting list. After three months, she was rejected. The second one, she was accepted.

For money, she had to take out numerous loans. Although her mom’s job paid for half, it wasn’t enough. At least there was still some financial aid given to her.

At first, she was doing alright. A’s and B’s.

Then, those dropped to B’s and C’s. Around this time, her mom got married, greatly affecting her financial aid. Additionally, her mother got a new job. This meant that her tuition was no longer paid for.

Adding to the anxiety was an appointed guidance counselor. This was required for one of her classes and she had to keep him until she graduated.

At the first meeting, she forgot one paper she needed. Apologizing profusely, she looked up at him and noticed he had a stern look on his face.

“I don’t trust you.”

Luckily, she only had to see him once every semester. However, there was still the problem of money.

Stressed, Annie got a job at a place that organizes plant data at the school. Unfortunately, that wasn’t a good fit for her.

One day, she asked if she needed to wrap a plant specimen a certain way.

“Looks like she never gives her family presents on Christmas.” The older lady scoffed at her.

She never knew what that meant. Since her mom worked two jobs, she was never taught to wrap things properly. Also, she never had money to get her family things.

Throughout that job, she was treated as if she was stupid.

Finally, the stress got to her. She was failing one or two classes. Embarrassed, she dropped both of them. But this was a problem. See, her college job required her to have at least a certain amount of credit hours. Dropping those hours would cause her to lose her job.

In a meeting with her guidance counselor and her bosses, they decided that they would wait and see until the beginning of next year.

Around November, it was revealed that the lab would lose its funding. Annie was thrown back into unemployment again.

Bouncing from tutoring to being a desk assistant, it was finally senior year. She was a little behind schedule, but she was optimistic. I can pick myself back up and do better this year!

That was a lie.

Note: If you liked the story, feel free to give me a kudos! :)

#f oc #under the duvet

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rvllybllply2014 · 2 months

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I have to get this off my chest and to keep a record before I feel like I go insane.

Manchild started another fight tonight. It all started after I picked him up from his job. He always gets like 6 shots of whiskey or whatever and a beer that is 24 ounces (aka two beers in one or a tall boy). We get home and he knows that once I’m home I don’t want to get back out and his puppy needs to be fed it’s his puppy’s dinner time. Anyway his sister calls him because she doesn’t have a car and she wants to smoke, no cigarettes. Now I was raised to never ever interrupt a person who is talking on the phone, so I stay quiet, and he says let me ask if I’ll (me) being willing to take him to get her shells. He didn’t ask me before telling her to send him the money for it, only after he said that did he ask me if I was okay with it, knowing damn well he already agreed so if I were to say no it would make me the bad guy. So once in the car I ask him to not do what he just did, especially when he knows once I’m home I’m home. I also had to point out that my back hurts along with my hips and stomach because my period is close but he didn’t ask about how I was feeling. So then he paints it as I would’ve had to take him to the store so he could get another beer, when he has at 4 beers in my car and more around the house that hasn’t opened yet. Instead of him listening like an adult he tells me to stop lecturing him I’m not his mom, I pointed out that I was reminding him of shit but then he called me selfish and rude. But I told him it’s rude to make plans without consulting me and then just expecting me to go along with it. We get back to the house and he smacked my ass hard, and then kept trying to dig into my ass and hit my foot because he was ready to eat his leftovers from last night and wanted me to heat it up. But then changed his mind and said that I would spit in it (I would never do that nasty shit). He heats up the food and then starts bitching about how it would’ve been too much for his lunch (it was originally his lunch) but he’s just talking to the air. Once he’s finished he lets his puppy into the bed and gets jealous that the puppy is more interested in cuddling with me. He starts to try and take care credit for how his dog turned out. Since September I’ve been with this puppy 24/7, I trained him to slow down on his food, taught him to lay down, and ignore the other dogs food. I always feed the puppy and also make sure he has clean water and the tray spots are cleaned. I’ve cleaned up the puppy’s vomit by myself, got a toy unstuck from his mouth and always watch him when he’s outside of his cage. But yeah manchild totally raised this puppy. More arguments happen and he gets mad at me when I tell him that my charger is on my side of the bed, and how he needed to get a charger from Walmart yesterday. He starts saying he doesn’t have charger money (like $10 for a charger that he needs unlike the two beers he would have to give up). More arguing happens and I tell him he needs help for his anger and alcoholism and his constant lying. He gets mad at me when I point out that he said he paid $500 for his “pure blood” (actually mixed puppy) and he laughed said that wasn’t true but won’t tell me how much he actually paid for it. He also lied about his mom owning her part of her townhouse, she might be moving soon at this point idk. But anyway he slipped up and said that maybe the landlord came by the house when she caught some random person on her security camera. Called him out on that lie and then he started lying about me saying that I’ve slept around before him, side note he was unfortunately my first. He’s honestly trying to gaslight me and it’s ridiculous.

He’s basically pissed that I refuse to be a door mat just because I’m 4 years younger than him. Says it my fault that I’ve stayed in this abusive shit show of a relationship. When he cut off my financial independence by calling me constantly and saying that I don’t work when I was at work. He also wanted me to call out almost all the time so my checks would be tiny and I worked two other jobs to help support us because he had been fired from his job and didn’t save any of his money. I knew it would’ve been better to stick to my job and let him go drive a truck across the country. Oh yeah most of my last paycheck went to buying my dogs anti seizure meds and paying for his vet bill. I literally only had $50 left to my name after those unexpected expenses,he refused to help even though he had a job at that point. Like yeah I was young and dumb, also grieving the loss of a parent and grieving the loss of another parent who was still alive but falling into a new relationship so fast after the other parents death. Like I just wanted someone to love me damn it and I picked the wrong person and it’s just so hard to get out of this abusive relationship. Like I loved manchild, but now I love myself more and idk how to get out of it. Plus I totally love his puppy and don’t want to lose the puppy. Anyway don’t be stupid like me get out at the first red flag and don’t look back.

#text post #dealing with a manchild #personal

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