#Online Puppy Training Course

[eazydogtrainer]

Dog Agility Class Inner West

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[nationaldogtraining]

Puppy Training Courses vs. Private Trainers

Deciding between puppy training courses and private trainers depends on your pup's needs. Courses offer socialization and structured learning in a group setting, ideal for basic obedience. Private trainers provide personalized attention tailored to specific behaviors and schedules, but come with a higher cost. Consider your pup's temperament, your training goals, and your budget to determine the best fit. Both options offer benefits; courses promote socialization, while private trainers offer tailored guidance. Evaluate your pup's needs and your preferences to make the right choice.

[tracyashley]

Effective Puppy Training Techniques for Obedience and Behavior

Effective puppy training techniques involve positive reinforcement, consistency, and patience. Start with basic commands like sit, stay, and come, using treats as rewards. Use clear and consistent cues and praise to reinforce desired behaviors. Be patient and understanding, as puppies learn at their own pace. Use training sessions as opportunities for bonding and socialization. Consistency is key, so establish a routine and stick to it. Above all, be gentle and kind, avoiding punishment-based methods. Read More

[artssslut2]

Unexpected: Part Five

Stanford!Art x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: You and Art find out the gender of your baby… and some other news.

You were 20 weeks pregnant now with your best friend Art Donaldsons baby, well now he was your boyfriend. Things were going well, you loved living at his families beach house, it really wasn’t so bad. After Art was done with tennis for the day and you were off work you would spend your evenings at the beach relaxing. Art was loving all your hormones because they usually made you want to fuck him three times a day. He was exhausted from it but didn’t mind. It felt like you were teenagers again, you’d sneak off from friends or do it in public. Everything was fitting into place now that you and Art had faced your feelings for each other. He would remind you one hindered times a day of how much he loved you. You and Art were waiting for the baby to kick, impatiently. Art wanted to be surprised with the gender he thought it would be fun. You agreed but now had second thoughts.

You laid in bed at night with your boyfriends head laying on your chest like a puppy and his hand over your little bump. A show played mindlessly in the background, you could feel art drifting to sleep. You couldn’t hold back your anxiety anymore you had to talk to him,

“Art?” You said quietly, Art shot his head up right away being pulled from his light slumber

“Yeah, what is it babe, do you need something?” He asked his eyes still closed. You giggled to yourself and brought a hand up to brush his curls away from his face

“No no, I just… I don’t think we should wait to find out the gender.” You said quickly trying to be cool about it but failing. Art didn’t say anything he just fluttered his eyes open. You held your breath, you thought he was going to be heartbroken over it for some reason

“Okay.” Is all he replied casually

“W-What are you sure?” You hesitated surprised at his response,

“If that’s what you want babe. Let’s find out tomorrow… is that it?” He said yawning, you chuckled at his response with relief.

“Yeah that’s all.” You smiled guiding his head back to your chest. You continued petting his hair and scratching his bare back. You smiled to yourself in contentment. You thought about how you once stuffed all feelings down for your best friend and couldn’t imagine this ever working out. Now here you were in bed together on a random Tuesday with a baby on the way. It almost made you tear up but that was just hormones.

You woke up to an empty bed, Art had left for his training. Over the summer you were packing in as many online classes as you could so you could hopefully graduate early. Whenever you could you would pick up CNA shifts wherever they were needed.

You walked into the kitchen to get something to eat before starting your classes for the day. You spotted a small note on the fridge.

“Sunny’s Bakery is delivering a cake at 2 with the gender inside. Love you. Order breakfast and put it on my card” it was arts slightly sloppy handwriting with a little heart at the bottom. You couldn’t hold back the hormone tears falling down your face at the thought of Art doing all that at the last minute for you. Now you were full on crying because you missed your boyfriend, which was silly of course. You had never been the clingy type but pregnancy you was a whole different you. You wanted to be inside Arts skin, if he would even leave the room and not tell you where he was going you would feel so sad. Art loved that you were acting more clingy because he is naturally clingy all the time.

You had worked through your latest mood swing and got ready for the day then got to work on your classes. You were so excited, you could hardly wait. Art finally got home a little after three, the cake sat on the kitchen counter untouched.

“Baby let’s do it right now!” You squealed jumping into his arms. Art laughed and set his bag down and grabbed you.

“Okay let me just shower quickly.” He told you, still all sweaty from practice. You frowned

“Artttt, I can’t wait anymore” you pouted looking at him with big eyes, Art kissed your forehead quickly then pulled away

“I’ll be five minutes. Promise.” Art told you while he went to the bathroom. You groaned out loud and flopped onto the couch.

Sure enough Art had been in the bathroom longer than five minutes, you got up to see where he was. You jiggled the bathroom door handle but it was locked

“Art? What’s taking so long…. And why is the door locked?” You shouted over the running water. He never locked the door in case you wanted to join him.

“Sorry babe I’ll be out in two seconds!” He said frantically. That was weird you thought but you let it go. Little did you know that art was trying to wrap a present for you but wasn’t doing too well because this was the first present he’s ever wrapped.

Finally Art was finished in the bathroom and came out into the kitchen with his hair still slightly damp. He kissed you and you could smell his minty soap and shampoo.

“Ready?” He smiled, he already knew the answer, you nodded eagerly and art chuckled. You got two glasses out, you and Art were both going to press down into the cake with them and lift them up to see if it was pink or blue inside. It was a sweet little intimate moment because you weren’t a fan of big parties.

“What do you think it is?” You asked him,

“I think it’s a girl.” He answered unsure of himself,

“Why?” You asked, you also thought it was but weren’t sure why,

“I don’t know I guess I’ve just kind of pictured a little girl running around. But either one is gonna be perfect.” He told you putting a hand on your stomach.

“Me too.” You said putting a hand over his.

“Let’s do this then” he said getting impatient, you both grabbed a glass

“Okay now don’t look, we will go on three” you instructed pushing his face in the opposite direction of the cake. He had a huge smile on his face the whole time. You looked at him for a minute, with love In your eyes and thought to yourself how much you loved him.

“1…2…3!” You counted together. You looked into each others eyes while you pushed into the cake.

“Okay now look” you giggled, you both looked and saw the color

“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!” You yelled with. Very shocked look on your face, you looked at Art who was in total shock.

“Y/N! I can’t believe it!” He said with tears in his eyes, he pulled you into him and his face buried in your shoulder as you squealed with excitement, you couldn’t believe it either.

“We’re having a girl art! A daughter.” You cried holding his face to yours, art had tears streaming down his face, “baby are you okay?” You giggled kissing his tears,

“Of course, I just- I’m-… I’ve never been this happy. I can’t believe that we’re having a baby. A baby girl” he cried while smiling, tears fell on your face too

“I know baby me too. I wouldn’t change a thing.” Saying this meant a lot to him because sometimes art wondered if you would rather have things the old way.

“I love you so much y/n y/l/n” he kissed your forehead then he bent down and kissed your belly. “You too little girl” he whispered then he stood up and pulled something out of his back pocket. “I got you something” he said handing you a small wrapped box. You opened you mouth in surprise. You smiled at him then opened it eagerly. You pulled a Tiffany’s jewelry box out then opened it. It was a necklace a gold necklace with a diamond heart. You gasped seeing it, it looked incredibly expensive but of course you didn’t care about that. “Art.” You spoke in a gasp, he was smiling from ear to ear

“Take it out” he smiled, you carefully lifted it up and saw something engraved on the back, you looked and saw “♾️ & beyond” in tiny print. It was a reference to you and Arts favorite movie as kids, Toy Story. Tears prickled your eyes again and you looked up and him,

“I just wanted to thank you for giving me the best gift in the world” he told you “But I’ll be thanking you for the rest of my life.” You were full on crying now,

“Art you can’t do this to me when I’m so hormonal” you sobbed into his chest and he laughed, stroking your hair. He took the necklace from you and put it on you. You kissed him with passion. You and Arts hands fell to your bump.

“We’re gonna have a little girl” you told him smiling. He looked over to the empty cake box with the label on it “Sunny’s Bakery”

“You know… Sunny is kind of a cute name” he smirked

“No way.” You laughed, as you shook your head then Arts phone rang. It was his coach so he stepped out to answer. You licked frosting off your finger and thought about the name Sunny. Maybe it was kind of cute you thought to yourself.

Art came back into the room but didn’t look thrilled, he had a weird look on his face.

“Whats wrong, what did he say” you asked walking over to him. Art paused and took a breath,

“He said I’m going on tour next month.” Both of your faces dropped.

[popponn]

a cushion, two continents away. [isagi yoichi x reader]

note: i wrote this in one sitting out of need. a loving yoichi is a warm thought and while this isn't how i imagined the 'first fit of madness in a while' would go, please do know it is one. yoichi is considerate, but yoichi likes affection. that's the thought. warning: none, isagi is full of love and wants to be clingy, post canon pro player au, reader's gender unspecified.

“Please motivate me,” you say to the screen. Isagi tries his best not to ask why you are burying your face in your hands instead of greeting him with a smile. His hunch tells him you might cry if he does that. “Please motivate me, or I might cry.”

Isagi really tries his best not to follow his instinct to ask are you okay there and then. With a smile he hopes doesn’t come out as an exact grimace, he laughs and makes a silent note to order you your favorite drink online later. Paying mind to his sleeping teammates, he whispers, “I don’t know what’s happening here, but hang in there, okay?”

As if being cued by his voice, you finally peek at his face. Even with only part of your face unhidden by your palms, Isagi notices that you are making a face at something—which is probably whatever your workload is now and the fact that he is two continents away from you.

“Why are you away?” you ask, a mix of pout and annoyance haunting your voice, “I want to work while sitting in your lap. I want a back hug. I want a hug. I want you here.”

“Please don’t turn me into a cushion,” Isagi says, even though the two of you know that he will do it happily and readily. Complete with his head on your shoulder, peering at your laptop. Probably, also while sharing warm drinks with you.

Good—Isagi holds back a groan. Now he wants to go home too.

Which shouldn’t be impossible. The match is done, Bachira and Rin are asleep so they can’t snitch, maybe if he runs to the airport now—

“I’m going to sound like a hypocrite. And also this is painful for me to say,” you interrupt his train of thought with a mock of a strict expression, “but please don’t.”

Isagi chews the inside of his cheek, “…but. It’s—”

“I’m not listening to you,” you cut off, despite obviously trying to hold back a smile. But, as quick as that pretty expression of yours comes, Isagi doesn’t get much time to admire it. You soon turn away to somewhere off-screen, facing what seems to be your work with a sigh. “…now, I think I have to go.”

Looking at you and hearing the imminent farewell, Isagi wants to make you stay more than anything. Having a simple celebration between you and him, even through a video call, after a win sounds like heaven. But of course, unfortunately, he is mature enough to know asking that from you is impossible for now.

But, Isagi is self-aware. He is egoistic and stubborn when he wants something. So, he asks, “Can we stay on call? I will be good.”

“…be good, huh?” you parrot his wording. A light chuckle comes out just barely from you.

“You know what I mean,” Isagi shifts on his bed. Lying on his side while hugging his pillow to his body, pretending it’s you. He buries his face into the plush cotton. God—he really wishes this pillow was you now.

Never once did his eyes leave you. He watches as you stay silent, considering for a moment. Then, finally, after a few wordless moments, you finally glance back to him, “…you know I can’t deny that puppy look, right?”

“Stop calling it puppy look,” Isagi denies. He knows he is wearing the expression you often call ‘pouting’.

To that, you finally laugh out loud. For a moment you truly look like there is no burden on you and Isagi considers going on with the pointless debate if he could keep that good look on you forever. Sadly, he knows you should work the moment you fully turn your face to the side. The clicking sounds of keyboards and mouse clicks replace your voice.

“Sure, sure, I will,” you say. Isagi merely hums as he looks at you.

He really should be a good boyfriend and pretend he is your sitting cushion right now.

[patroxlos]

home base . ch3

"friends who believe in mpreg" - 2.7k words

ultraman: rising (2024). kenji sato x reader

master post. ao3 link.

previous: ch2. "friends who reconnected and who certainly don't want to be more"

next: ch4. "friends who sleep on call with each other"

Kenji endures an awkward interview with sports journalist Ami Wakita.

And is it monsterfucking if you're kind of into Ultraman?

A/N: So my dad accidentally bought me a coffee float instead of the coke float I asked him to get me. I ended up caffeinated at 11PM and began writing this in jitters. it's nearly 3AM. This is unedited and unfiltered which means: my writing is gonna be so unserious you will sit there and ask yourself "Is this writer different from the one who made the last two chapters?"

Hoping you can keep up with all my pop culture references. Motsubishi is such a silly little name. I was workshopping other company names like "Soni," "Yomaha," etc. but Motsubishi is giving Mob Psycho 100 brand parody.

Also, I refer to Ami as 'Ms. Wakita' connotes that she and Ken are still not that close, but as you would be able to tell while reading, they are begrudgingly becoming fast friends.

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“Absolutely not.” Ken denies it immediately, with a slight aggression. “There’s no lovechild to speak of. We are just friends.”

Ami Wakita flinches a bit at his tone. “Woah, they weren’t kidding when they said you’re a bit defensive about her.”

“Who’s they?” He huffs, taking a bite from a strip of tonkatsu to calm down. He was glad that it is just him and Ms. Wakita in the restaurant at the moment. He would not want anyone to overhear their conversation about you. 

“Your friendship with the Motsubishi scion has been well-documented since the start of your professional career. Rumors about your couplings have been circling since before,” Ms. Wakita points out.

“No comment.” His media training kicks in with his mouth full.

She rubs her temple a bit. “What did I say about you showing a little vulnerability?”

“I didn’t even say anything about my dad before you psychoanalyzed me!”

“Well was I wrong?”

Damn, she’s good. “...I thought you were a sports reporter.”

“Reporting on the players’ personal lives is a big part of it,” she coolly responds. “You should read my articles on Ohtani’s translator embezzling his funds, or the Yuki Tsunoda puppy interview I produced.”

“This isn’t about puppies though…” His shoulders are tense. “She’s just been my friend for as long as I can remember. Her family has always been good to my family– especially to my mom–and I know how much they value privacy. She is at a really crucial point of her career working to inherit one of the biggest conglomerates of the world. She and I definitely wouldn’t risk a secret pregnancy.”

He is impassioned when it comes to you.

“Woah…Can I quote that?” Ms. Wakita glanced down at her phone recording their conversation.

He deflates. “Yeah yeah sure whatever. You’re right, this isn’t the first time someone has made up stuff about us. Lovechild is new though. The last time it was an arranged marriage.”

“If it helps, online reaction has always been generally positive at the idea of you two coupling up,” she tries to be helpful. “Both of you are celebrities in your own right. You’re both young, wealthy and attractive. It fulfills a lot of people’s fantasies. The engagement rumors came about only because you two have been publicly attached to each other for so long.”

It does help. A bit too much. His heart picks up. Of course Ken has read all the comments whenever those articles came out over the years. You visit him in L.A. whenever you could, and those visits helped a lot with maintaining your friendship. There are multiple photos of you attending his career-defining games wearing his baseball jersey— the oversized look making you seem like his perfect WAG sitting beside his mom.

Ms. Wakita reads this on his face, clear as day. She figures that he is telling the truth about you and him never ever being romantically involved, but there seems to be something additional brewing on the surface. Putting on an unassuming tone, she asks “So I guess that’s it? You both can’t imagine being involved?”

He leans back on his seat, confidently answering “Yes, we both think it won’t work out long term—”

He proceeds to unlean as the realization causes him to hunch over. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuckity fuck. She really can get the devil to confess his sins.

She tries not to look too thrilled about his slip up, which he can commend her for.

“W-What I mean is that neither her nor me— it’s not happening. It never happened,” he stammers. He needs a new media trainer.

“I’m sure you recall that there have been photos—”

“Of her at my games? Of course she was, haha!” He did NOT need her to mention their other photos right now.

Please don’t.

Please don’t. Please… He is supposed to be moving on. Which he has!

“—that pop up over the years of you two being overly familiar.” She finishes.

God kill him. “All alleged. They’re too blurry to be sure it is us.”

“...Some looked like pro shots to me.”

Ken nearly slams his face on his tonkatsu.

“The one where you’re both getting smoothies at Erewhon was cute?” She sounds honest, and she is. She isn’t even going to report on this. It is already evident that the gossip is a sham, but she cannot help but want to tease the baseball player a bit, now that they are sort of becoming acquainted.

He sighs. “Thanks. It was the Ken Sato wheatgrass and bone broth blend. She didn’t like it.”

He remembers that day. You made a face when he tried to get you to take a little sip, so he blew some raspberries against your cheek and maaaybe just a little on your neck as you both stood in the parking lot; you were shrieking for him to stop as his smoothie-covered lips smothered your skin. All friendly, of course.

“Where did the lovechild thing even come from?” Ken thinks aloud. “She looks too great to be pregnant.”

Ms. Wakita, known single mother, asks “...Do women not look great pregnant?”

“Oh you know what I meant,” He snaps as she covers her mouth with a napkin to laugh.

She stops the recording on her phone to slide him the online tabloid article. Allegedly, he and you fought about him being an absent father at the restaurant last night as you have endured your pregnancy all alone. The story ends with a sweet coupling at the parking lot before you left on separate vehicles, a marker that neither of you planned to get married, or a possible abortion in the near future. What. 

“You have a thing for parking lots?” She tries to joke.

His eyes nearly bulge at one line. “‘ The Motsubishi scion ate for two as she devoured a Yakisoba platter all alone—’ It was a decently sized portion for a reasonable price! And I definitely am not an absent father!” He says the last bit with a bit too much vigor.

“I didn’t write it,” She tries to keep his emotions in check. “...I did nearly believe it for a moment though when you called me last night. Was it an hour or two after you met up with her at the yakisoba place?”

He admits that if he was in Ms. Wakita’s place, he would’ve also thought he was secretly raising a child. He wonders whether the Baby is awake right now, terrorizing Mina. “Totally unrelated events.”

“And the apparent baby book purchases in your credit histo— how did a gossip mag get that information?” She marvels as she scrolls through her phone.

He doesn’t know what’s worse: the world finding out that he is raising a giant baby lizard in his basement or people thinking that he’s an absentee like his own dad.

A red blinking light catches Ms. Wakita’s eye. “Are…you gonna get that?”

Not hearing her at first, he runs a hand through his face. God he really did not want to imagine your reaction to this news article. He promised you that it would not be weird. The past is past. If your friendship is already in danger, this might ruin things even further. Oh he can already hear the alarm bells ringing in his head—

Or from his watch?!

“Hey, you don’t have a kid growing in you right now, do you?” Your assistant asks you as she glances at your stomach.

You were both in one of your sleek city limousines on the way to a late evening banquet, where you are due to give a speech. The traffic jam in front of you stretches a kilometer. You follow her gaze. “I thought this suit was slimming.”

She passes you her phone. Huh. ‘Motsubishi Scion Gets Impregnated by Famous Baseball Star.’  You pass the phone back to her. “I don’t want to see the kind of porn you’re looking at.”

“Young Master, it’s an article about you and Ken Sato.” Your assistant was not in the mood for your jokes right now.

You just shrug, taking your phone out to send a few quick texts to Ken. You are sure he probably heard the news by now, and he will definitely agree with you that it is as hilarious as it is ridiculous. “It’ll blow over.”

As you look back out of your window, you’ve already forgotten about it. Seems like a slow day for the newsroom.

At the horizon, you see a PacMan proudly sticking out from the top of a building get knocked down by some beam of light. You yawn and stretch back out on your seat. “Can we go any faster? I want to get this banquet over with.”

Your driver sighs. “This new kaiju attack is impossible ma’am. Apparently, it is just running around without any clear direction.”

“Well I don’t think a monster would have access to KoogleMaps,” you reply wryly.

It was going to be a long night. You begin to settle in for a nap while people are exiting their cars and running out into the streets. Their screams of terror sound muffled inside your bullet-proof vehicle.

“Should we get out too?” Your assistant nervously asks.

You lift up your foot and rest it on your knee. “I’m wearing So Kates. I don’t think I can run either way.”

As you say that, your security detail at the front of the limo begins getting out. Ugh, Tokyo is the worst… You need to fly out soon. He opens your car door and extends a hand out. “Let me carry you, Young Master. Better to evacuate now.”

“Must I?” You groan in frustration.

“We can skip the banquet and take you home,” he compromises. Begrudgingly, you step out of the vehicle just in time for the pinkest…chicken lizard to pop up at the corner of the street.

Immediately, you are swept off your feet as your security detail rushes to escort you and your assistant away from that thing as fast as possible, the wind is knocked out of your lungs. You peek over the shoulder of your bodyguard for a better glimpse at the chirping beast.

You lock eyes with it.

Big mistake.

Because why the hell did it flitter with excitement and began chasing you?!

It keeps chirping, and… burping?... as it hobbles and stomps over cars. Your jaw drops as your limo is flattened like nothing. And for some strange reason, the monster’s eyes are solely trained on you.

Did I do something to piss it off? You ask yourself as it gets closer. You know you can be a bitch but you would remember if you told it to fuck off. No, this monster is chasing after you like it knew you. There was no aggression in its oddly proportioned body, like you are being chased by that grotesque baby in the Tin Toy Pixar short. There is no moral compass behind those beady little eyes, just the pure pleasure-seeking nature of baby hedonism.

It gets closer, and your bodyguard’s legs can only run for so long. He screams bloody murder as he feels himself get picked up, you along with him, by the beast. You hear another scream that sounds like your own voice as you feel yourself get ripped from your bodyguard’s grasp. The monster puts him back down on the street, his landing relatively gentle.

You are being shaken like a rattle now in its claws, its gurgling filling your ears. “Oh my god.” You feel yourself getting sick from the nausea. You never thought you were going to die like this. Your legs flail in the air helplessly but your So Kates stay on, pinching your toes like you are about to give them the best shoe advertisement Louboutin can ask for, with how it feels glued to your feet.

The ground rumbles as if a giant springs through the streets. Your life does not flash before your eyes, but you can hear it in your ears— a very clear ring of Ken shouting “Baby! Put down the human!”

…

Huh?

You felt your body decompress as the monster’s grip loosened. Air returns back into your lungs, but you don’t find yourself returned to the ground.

Instead, you are being lifted up way higher into the sky as you lay on the palm of Tokyo’s hero: Ultraman.

You hiss as your eyes burn from the blinding lights of Ultraman’s unblinking lenses. “Are you okay—?” He says your name with a rising panic. You can swear you saw his chest light threaten you change colors. He is cradling you against it.

You did not know Ultraman can be this friendly with Tokyoites. You struggle to regain your ability to speak, a bit confused and frazzled from everything that just happened in the past minute.

The hero takes this as a bad sign. “Oh god you’re hurt.” There is an ache in his words that shakes up your own core. No one has ever sounded this worried for you.

Man is he bright . You try to shield your eyes from his light. You are brought up close to his face as he inspects your body. “I– I’m fine,” You manage to rasp out. You are initially not sure he heard you, but the evident sag of his colossal, broad shoulders affirms that he did.

You have never gotten to observe the hero this up close. Despite the unemoting face, you find his body to be an open book as it trembles with the fear of losing you. Even if he must be like this with every other citizen in need of saving, you cannot help but feel a little special.

“I was so worried— wait here for help.” He lowers you on top of a roof building, his fingers shaky, worrying about dropping you. You shakily slide off his palm, patting down your suit. You stumble a little on your stilettos, and instantly his massive hands crowd you once more to hold you up. " Please be careful."

“Ultraman!” You shout as you push away his fingers. “I’m okay, thank you!” You point towards the Tokyo Tower, where the baby-like kaiju was already climbing up. “You gotta deal with that first! Leave me, I’ll be alright."

“Huh? Oh, yeah, god… ” The hero curses, getting ready to sprint towards the tower. “Be a good girl and stay put, yeah?” He says to you before running off.

Your feet wobble on your heels as you nearly keel over from the adrenaline coursing through your body. That… you are never leaving the house again during a kaiju attack. Though… you watch as the slim figure of Ultraman begin to climb the tower after the kaiju. Maybe it won’t be that bad next time.

Later that evening in the Ultrabase, Ken excuses himself from the company of his father, Mina and the baby as he heads towards the bathroom for a long-awaited shower. His muscles ache with every step, and he is tempted to pass out on the cold floor— wouldn’t be the first time since getting this newfound responsibilities.

This is getting too overwhelming. He still cannot believe he felt so cornered against the wall that he had to call his dad for help like some kid. If only you saw him now. You were oddly closer to his dad than he was.

Oh shit, you.

You, who he left stranded on some random building.

He quickly fumbles for his phone, eager to call you to see if you’re alright.

Shit , he feels some tears of frustration welling up in his eyes. He is fucking everything up. He is a bad son, a bad father, a bad friend.

Ken opens his messaging app, and he first sees the texts that you sent earlier in the evening.

…

[YOU]

Hey bbgirl.

You pregnat? Pragnent?

My mom is gonna hand you a stack of 20M yen just to stay away from me. Are u g to take it so we can split it after? LOL

Not rlly in the mood to be ur baby daddy atm. get a DNA test before i send child support.

SENT LINK: Motsubishi Scion Gets Impregnated by Famous Baseball Star.

Bc if one of us left that restaurant pregnant it definitely would not be me

A/N: Ultraman fine as hell have you seen his waist?

This chapter was supposed to go A LOT differently from how it ended up being. It was initially supposed to be an extended conversation between you and your assistant about your past...whatever you had...with Kenji during your visits to L.A. But I actually really like writing Ken POV because him and I are pretty similar?

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi could I request head cannons about Arven,penny and Nemona would react to a reader who’s a decedent of a kalos royal family.

Specifically with readers main Pokémon being a furfrou,I’ve always absolutely loved furfrou.the star trim is my favourite.

Furfrou’s Pokédex speaks of how it was a guard dog and trusted friend of kings and royalty,so reader having a furfrou who was specifically bred to be a royal guard dog for her would be really interesting.

Especially with how mabosstif and lycanrock would be around this highly trained,refined Pokémon,lady and the tramp vibes if you will) as we all know Paldea isn’t lacking in puppy Pokémon

Aw yeah!! tbh I never really paid much attention to this Pokémon but I adore the star, heart, and pharaoh trims!

............

Arven

He knew you were born and raised in Kalos, but when you just casually mentioned being of royal descent he's like "?????? you serious???"

Of course he probably won't immediately believe you, but after you pulled up some online information regarding the deeds of a great king (aka your grandfather)....he's impressed.

But he still wonders why you'd transfer to an academy like Uva/Naranja and not some pristine "elite" school.

You simply tell him that life wasn't for you.

When you invite him over for a study session one day, Arven did a double-take when he was greeted by your Furfrou--specifically one with a Star trim.

He realizes "ohhh so you're that rich."

All is well until he jokingly says "of course, Your Majesty" when you ask him to get something.

Furfrou, being within earshot, legit thought he was mocking your royal lineage and gave him the side-eye glare the entire time.

Not to mention they disliked the scruffy dark-type dog he brought with him, literally looking Mabosstiff up and down as though to say "where's your class?"

It definitely become like a Lady & the Tramp situation between the two, with him trying to show Furfrou that it's okay to run around and have fun during picnics.

They worry about getting dirt on their fur, but you're always there to wash it off as gently as possible.

Meanwhile Mabosstiff's shaking the water off his fur, sending droplets everywhere....which doesn't amuse Furfrou in the slightest when they land on them.

You and Arven laugh about it anyways.

Nemona

She's flabbergasted as you explained your royal heritage, with her 100% believing you on the spot.

"Wow!!! You certainly don't look it, but that's awesome!!"

Is even more amazed after you show her Furfrou--your longtime companion bred to be your royal guard dog.

Seeing that you gave them the Heart trim made her almost squeal in happiness. It's just amazing! She's standing in the face of royalty!!!

Ofc Furfrou's gonna eat up this praise, impressing her in battle and taking out her Pokémon with style.

When she sends out Lycanroc, they pause for a moment and look at you like "????" bc last time you both saw a Lycanroc, it was red and had a nasty temper.

But this one was tan and brown with a certain calmness to herself, battling fairly and not taking her defeat like a sore loser (very much unlike the Midnight Lycanroc), bowing respectfully to both the victor and you.

And that's all it took for the two doggos to become good friends from there on!

Tbh the only thing that irks Furfrou is Nemona's constant nagging for battles and asking you a billion questions about their line.

Being naturally trained to defend your family's honor, if she gets into your personal bubble too much or asks too many questions about your heritage, they'll just glare at her until she takes the hint.

She's mostly oblivious to this, however.

Penny

She can see somebody like Ortega owning a Furfrou if he ever went to Kalos.

But you, the new transfer student who looked like any other person, just casually has a natural Furfrou as your main Pokémon??

'That's impossible..' She thinks...until she researched different Kalosian royal families and eventually saw the one with your surname.

You and Furfrou startled the poor girl when you popped into the computer room and saw the webpage she was on, chuckling and shaking your head.

"Y'know..you could've just asked me."

"...I didn't wanna sound stupid in case I was wrong about you.." She admitted, flustered.

Although she knows your royal heritage now, she doesn't really treat you any differently.

It surprises you, considering you've noticed how many people changed their entire perception of you when they find out. Tbh that's the main reason you moved out of Kalos and came to Paldea--for a fresh start where very few folks knew your past.

So...it's a nice change of pace.

Knowing Penny, she'll keep it a secret unless you're ready to tell your other friends.

She's just grateful you're not a descendant of the Paldean King

Although she doesn't own any dog Pokémon, her Eeveelutions (some of whom are like canines, in a way) were ecstatic to meet your Furfrou!

Out of all of them, they definitely get along best with Espeon and Sylveon for sure.

[kyuusberry]

kitty | ive liz - oneshot

pairing: gf!liz x gn!reader

genre/theme: fluff, non idol au

warnings: none

ib: nothing

notes: all of my stories, oneshots, drabbles, ect are all fiction (fake/made up) except for the idols!! my stories do not depict how these idols actually act or their sexual orientation (straight, lesbian, gay, bisexual, aromantic, ect). the only time you'll ever read semi-true things is if it's my headcanons then i do use some facts from kprofiles and sometimes youtube videos but that's it.

a/n: special ive oneshot series because i'm seeing them on the 16th <3 they won't be in order by age, just by whoever i want! link to all of the parts will be here!

cis men, homophobes, racists, 20+, smut accounts dni

liz gasped, "look at him! the cat is so cute!" she smiled, looking at a small, gray-ish cat named seok.

"he is cute," you smiled.

you, and your girlfriend liz were at a pet shelter, just looking around and playing with the animals there. liz always said she didn't want to adopt, but you could tell she did. she always liked helping the staff out with the animals, it made her happy.

you liked seeing her happy, and that was usually when you took her to an animal shelter. and today, that's exactly what you did. but what she didn't know was that you took her to the shelter today to see which animal she took the most interest in so you could adopt the animal tomorrow and surprise her.

obviously, she didn't suspect anything because you two go to the shelters so often together, she thought you were just taking her because she was really excited to go to the shelter again that weekend. the only hard part was that she took interest in every animal there. you had no idea which one she would like the most.

liz gasped again, breaking your train of thought, "babe! look at the cute pug! she's so tiny!" she cooed, petting the puppy and giving her a treat before leaving.

you laughed a little, "i can see that, love."

when you two left the shelter, she was pretty upset, but you took her to her favorite ice cream parlor before heading back home. by the time you got back, you were sure which animal you were gonna get her. that small, gray-ish cat. sol? sun? no- it was seok. that was the cat's name.

the next morning, you said you were going to go on your daily morning jog, but that was a lie. you went back to the shelter to get seok. you bought him online the night before, when liz was asleep. you felt bad for lying to her, but it was a surprise, you kind of had to.

"thank you for purchasing seok. he just got here not too long ago, so he is still a little feisty, but don't worry too much. we've trained him and helped him get used to humans the past couple months he's been here," the lady at the desk smiled.

you had seok in your arms, petting him and smiling, "thank you as well. see you soon," you set seok in his pet carrier, waved and left.

there was no traffic that day, so it only took you about 8 minutes to get back home. you opened the door and softly set the cage down. thankfully, liz was in your shared bedroom so she couldn't see.

"liz! come here, i have a surprise for you!" you called out and liz came out pretty quickly.

"close your eyes and hold out your arms for me, love."

she did as she was asked and felt something somewhat heavy and fluffy in her arms, "what is this?" she laughed.

"open your eyes."

when she opened her eyes, she was excited, happy, and shocked all at once, "you bought me a cat?! seok from the shelter yesterday! oh my gosh, thank you so much!" her eyes were tearing up and she gently set the cat down on the couch before hugging you tightly.

"this is the best gift ever, thank you y/n," she cried.

you hugged her back, "of course, my love. i love you," you whispered in her ear.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for being bitter at my family for keeping their dog that doesn't like me, and for being glad when they had to get rid of the dog?

so i (adult m) live in a small 3bed/2bath home with my family: mom (f40s), dad (m40s), nana (f60s), and my sisters (f17, f12). i was homeless for a while and moved in with them in dec 2019/jan 2020. they had two dogs that they loved for a long time, both dogs had passed years before i moved in. from what i've heard, the dogs were beloved members of the family and their deaths, while expected (because of old age and health issues), were devastating.

our house is small, but i don't really have an issue with that. i spend nearly 100% of my time inside the house because of a surgery i had a while back, and i'm content to nap and watch TV and socialize with my family all day. i require a lot of care and special attention and i'm unable to hold a job (would rather not go into detail), and while occasionally my family will leave me home by myself for a few days for a vacation, this is pretty rare and i'm overall satisfied with the care they are able to provide me. i'd say my life is pretty good.

or it was.

in the last couple of years it has been increasingly obvious that my family (with the exception of my nana) miss having a dog around. they would occasionally talk about a dog up for adoption they saw online, or a friend who was having puppies and how it would be so cool to get a puppy, or looking at videos of dogs and reminiscing about their old dogs and talking about how nice it would be to get a dog. this didn't bother me in and of itself, because it had been happening for a while and they never actually followed through.

... until early last month, when they came home with a dog. this came from out of nowhere (they stopped on the way home from the shelter to buy dog supplies, like food and bowls, toys, etc). no one had told me about this or asked me what i thought, so i was surprised and confused when they brought a strange dog into the home. according to them, they are "fostering" this dog for a few months while she undergoes treatment for a health condition (after which she will be eligible for adoption), but her behavior towards me has erased any sympathy i might have felt for her.

this dog is big (she's almost certainly stronger than i am), unruly, untrained, and she does not like me. i've been avoiding her because her extreme level of energy unnerves me, but every time she sees me she growls at me and tries to lunge or snap at me like i'm the one invading her territory and not the other way around. i have voiced my fears and my strong dislike at having this dog in the house, but i don't think my family really understands what i'm saying.

after a few days, it became clear that allowing the both of us to be in the same room would lead to injury. this was further cemented after an incident where i was sitting on the couch with my mom and my sister came in from walking the dog and the dog lunged at me and i accidentally gave my mom a minor injury in my panic. so my family has decided that the best course of action, until they have time to condition her to my presence, is for me to stay in my room indefinitely.

practically, the space is big enough for me—i don't need much, and i'm not super physically active, the only thing i can't do in here that i can do in the common areas is watch tv—but it's frustrating being confined to a single room in my own home, where i've lived for years, while this dog is granted open access to the rest of the house. my family promised it would be temporary, that they just have to work on training her and correcting her behavior and getting her comfortable with me, but the longer this has dragged on the more i have been forced to accept that this is my life now.

at the end of last month, my sibling (nby20, lived with us until starting college in 2021) came down from their university town to stay with us for a few days for their birthday. during their visit, they spent some time in my room with me, hanging out and empathizing with my situation. they said some things that made me feel more validated in my discomfort over this whole situation.

the week after they went back home, the dog started acting aggressively toward my nana, especially when my nana got close to one of my sisters. it got to the point where my family had to lock her in her crate to keep her from attacking my nana, and even then she would bark and growl at my nana. so my family made the (very difficult for them) decision to stop fostering the dog and return her to the shelter. since she was returned, i have regained my access to the rest of the house.

while i am not stoked about my nana being attacked, i am relieved that the dog is gone and i am no longer a prisoner in my own home. along with this relief are feelings of bitterness—the dog acted aggressively toward me on numerous occasions, but as soon as she displayed that behavior toward my nana, they got rid of her. after the conversation with my oldest sibling, who offered an outside perspective, i have been feeling slighted and as if my comfort was a secondary concern to my family.

my parents and sisters, meanwhile, are devastated by this recent turn of events. they had all grown very attached to the dog (apparently she could be very sweet and loving when she wasn't aggressive), and they had fallen in love with her quirks and the amount of excitement she brought into the home. my parents had spent good money spoiling her with toys and treats that cannot be used now. my sisters, being younger, are especially devastated—my youngest sister has always felt things very deeply and openly, and seeing her this sad is heartbreaking. i've been trying to comfort my family as best i can, but i feel like my presence alone is just another reminder that the dog is gone.

though i acknowledge their attachment to the dog and their sadness at having to give her up, these feelings of bitterness and resentment—that her attacking me wasn't a "good enough" reason to get rid of her—remain. i am also having trouble tampering my relief and excitement at once again being allowed access to the tvs and the common areas. am i an asshole for having these feelings when my family loved this dog and are still upset at having to get rid of her?

What are these acronyms?

[eazydogtrainer]

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[misteria247]

Some random bullshit about Leo from the 12 series having a dog(s) cuz again it's on my mind and the guy really deserves something nice for once:

It was April's idea to get Leo a canine companion. After seeing how much her friend and brother was really struggling with things and seeing how Raph, Donnie and Mikey had little companions to help them out she'd decided to do some research on possible animals that could help Leo out. She of course told the boys about her plans and they were completely on board wanting Leo to have something to help him as well.

It'd taken a bit of time, there were many different shelters and local breeders in NYC and with the help of Casey, April and him would go and visit the places to see if they were what they were looking for. While they did this, Raph, Donnie and Mikey sneakily made the lair a bit more pet proof, using the excuse of Chompy starting to get a bit bigger to avert Leo's suspensions. They also did some research on getting the dog to be trained for therapy as to help their older brother with his emotional, mental and physical state. Donnie ended up starting a small anonymous business to fix broken down things for money and Raph started to sell a bit of his artwork online to help out in the financial department for the future therapy training sessions that the dog would need to go through.

It took a lot of work and a lot of time but the group finally managed to get things in place and find good sources for the things they needed. April and Casey enrolled in the training sessions due to the turtles being unable to go out in society and Donnie took down notes and tips to help out in the therapy training. They ended up finding two possible breeds of puppies that they could go with, one being a larger breed while the other was a smaller breed. A lot of debates were thrown around as to which one would be better for Leo. Ranging from the larger breed which would get their older brother to exercise his knee and arm to the smaller breed being a good cuddling support and give their older brother something to dot on with his parental affection. In the end they ended up getting two puppies from both sides.

The day that Leo had met his new companions was close to their mutation day. The lair was filled with their family such as Mona Lisa, Karai and Shinigami, who had already been alerted about the gang's plan. Leo was sitting on one of the sofas, talking to Karai while Raph and Casey went to get the pups. Soon gifts were passed out to one another and it was then that April taking the lead explained one gift was from her and Casey while the other was from Raph, Donnie and Mikey. It was with that que that the two boys came out holding the two adorable puppies and earning cheers of Surprise Leo from the others.

To say Leo was shocked would be an understatement.

At first Leo was worried and a bit apprehensive about the whole thing. After all one dog was a lot of work but two? He had no idea how he was going to do this, especially with the financial aspect (which he later found out that his two brothers had already had that covered and planned out ahead of time). But one look at the two sweet pups and getting a few wagging tails and kisses, the eldest gave in and caved pretty quickly into getting on board with it.

Afterwards Leo basically became wrapped around these canines paws. He spoiled them both with love and affection, putting his all into taking care of them as they grew. He did everything that he was told by April, Casey and Donnie about the training (to which he got a bit teary eyed when he realized that they all really put a lot of thought into this whole thing) and the results of having them around really began to show on the oldest Hamato.

Leo became a bit more energetic than he had been, the once somewhat weighed down vibe he usually carried with him became a bit more lightened as he bonded with his dogs. He began to smile a little more and relaxed a bit more than he used to. While it obviously didn't fix everything it was quite clear that April's idea had a positive effect on the blue clad leader and it made his brothers more than relieved to see it. Seeing their big brother and clan leader look more like his older self than the tired, exhausted person he'd become over the years really lifted Raph, Donnie and Mikey's spirits.

Mikey ends up hoisting playdates for the pups to get used to the other animals in the lair. Ice Cream Kitty at first is a bit on edge however she got used to them fairly quickly and tolerated their presence. Chompy on the other hand adored them. Growing a bit more than he original size, the alien turtle found amazing playmates in the pups, especially the smaller one. Mikey's taken several pictures of these playdates and has shared the pics with Leo, Raph, Donnie, April and Casey who all had their hearts melt at them.

As time goes on and the dogs begin to grow and get better at their therapy training it becomes quite clear that they've grown protective over their owner and his family. The larger dog will let out loud warning barks if it hears something in the sewers coming closer to the lair and the smaller dog will place itself on Leo's lap whenever there's company over or strangers, ready to nip if they posed a possible threat to him.

And when Leo has one of those days, the kind where he can't sleep due to his nightmares or when his knee becomes unbearable in the pain spectrum or his vocal chords make it hard for him to talk, his dogs will stick close to him, sensing his distress. They'll lay their heads on his lap, or snuggle close to him and just lay there next to him. Offering emotional support as they were trained to do. Leo will often times begin to mindlessly pet their heads, scratching behind their ears and just focusing on them instead of the things that are currently making it harder for him to function. It's a welcomed change to him and he begins to understand why his brothers went to their respective companies for emotional support.

All in all Leo's life gets a bit easier with the two dogs helping him out and his family are thrilled that their planning had managed to give him a positive boost and a good outlet for their favorite dork of a leader.

[faejilly]

I know I am going to regret this, but « You're throwing away our history like it meant nothing. » for the prompt game? *insert puppy eyes*

I am going to be fickle and write you FLUFF for that one. Auctioneer!Magnus AU for no particular reason other than I think it's hilarious.

(It's a car auction. Because Jace is a car salesman. A very nice one who does not cheat people! But still. For context, a car auction like the one I'm writing is basically a giant hanger with open doors on both sides that the cars that are for sale drive through. There's an individual auctioneer at each lane; they have a stand in the middle so they can look down on see all the potential bidders.)

All the dealers know Magnus' name. (Everyone in the building always knows his name.) Even if he wasn't him, even if he didn't say hello to everyone and learn their names and dress to impress -- with a lift of his chin whenever someone starts to get that look in their eyes, daring them to say something about his clothes or his make-up or his attitude, gifting them a toothy smile when they wince and back down -- Magnus always introduces himself at the start of every sale and whenever he moves to a new lane of cars, just like he's supposed to.

Though he makes sure he announces himself extra loud and clear and proud and with a wink towards his favorite buyer whenever he's there.

Alec, from Lightwood Motors. Magnus always says his full name, Alexander, watches to see the tiny hint of a smile that tucks in the corner of Alec's mouth when he does.

Magnus likes the way it rolls off his tongue, never uses just 'Alec' or his dealership's name like the other auctioneers who recognize him every week, never references him by his shirt or jacket or the color of the adorable knit beanie and finger-less gloves he wears when it's cold, not even by any of the bidder numbers he puts on the back of his binder, a neat grid against the dark blue leather, no leftover bits and pieces from last week's badges behind them like half the other dealers.

Alec is meticulous. Precise. Focused on his plan, on what he's doing, on exactly how much he thinks a vehicle is worth. He'll make a counter-offer occasionally when there's no one else bidding against him and the seller wants a little more, but he never jumps back into the bidding after he says no. Never lets another bidder push him up just one more time when he's bidding on a popular vehicle. It's the worst possible trait in a buyer from the auction house's perspective, of course, but Magnus finds it charming.

Magnus finds everything about Alec charming. His height, the contrast between his pale skin and his messy black hair, his ridiculous eyelashes that Magnus can't even blame on mascara, the way he can either scowl or smile just with his eyebrows. The incredibly neat handwriting Magnus has glimpsed when he's taking notes, how he double-checks the run list in his binder for every car, every time, just to be sure, the slight hint of teeth visibly pushing against his bottom lip whenever he's doing extra math in his head, the fact that he's never on the phone with the owner but always has final say on his bids himself.

The way he has never once made Magnus wait for his next bid, ready with the faintest tip of his chin (up with an echoing lift of his eyelids for yes, down and to the left as his eyes almost close for no) as soon as Magnus is looking at him.

Well. That's not quite true. Magnus always has half an eye on Alec. But Alec always bids as soon as it's his turn, always keeps track of who else is bidding, whether it's online or someone else on the floor, never gets behind, never loses his place. Not even when the auction is training a new clerk, and the display is periodically a step or two behind.

(Magnus suspects that Alec is, in fact, completely focused on Magnus, that he enjoys seeing Magnus as much as Magnus enjoys seeing him, but Magnus refuses to attempt to quantify it to prove himself right. He's certainly never going to ask.

Because then he might prove himself wrong, and that would be... unfortunate.)

He refuses to admit to anyone here, or himself, refuses to admit even to Cat or Ragnor on the rare occasions they pretend to care about cars, (only because they care about him, as they're much more likely to appreciate his stories about estate sales or art auctions, but those are specialty events, and he quite likes the steady loop of car auctions every week, NYC to Jersey to Delaware and back), that every time he sees Alec in his lane there's a greedy little voice in the back of his head saying 'mine'.

Which is stupid, he knows it's stupid, he knows Alec buys other cars from other sellers, not just the ones Magnus works for, that he is only in Magnus' lane every week because it's his job, but Magnus can't seem to stop the voice.

And the other buyer from Lightwood is never in his lanes.

Lydia is always impeccably put together, cool and pale and blonde and beautiful, wearing sleek slacks or a pencil skirt most weeks regardless of the weather, an engagement ring glinting on one finger and a single gold chain around her neck. She doesn't quite reach Alec's shoulder, even in her sensible pumps, and the sight of them standing side-by-side comparing notes would be slightly amusing on those grounds. Except they can both judge someone with a single lifted eyebrow at 10 paces, and there are few people with the nerve to survive that.

Magnus only works with Lydia if he's giving a break or covering for an auctioneer on leave. And even then he sometimes thinks he sees Alec in the lane across the way, glancing back as if he's thinking 'mine' too, as if he'd rather be there than let his co-worker bid with Magnus.

Magnus is ridiculous, is what he is, but that's alright. Alec doesn't seem to mind. He's still got that almost dimple every week when Magnus introduces himself at the start of the sale.

_

Until Alec's not there.

One week happens, now and then, and Magnus sighs sadly to himself and does his (less pretty than usual) job.

But Alec's not there the next week either, or the one after that, and Lydia is, Lydia is bidding in his lane. She doesn't stay there like Alec mostly did; he was tall enough he could cover two lanes only by switching which way he leaned, and only occasionally bothered to walk somewhere else.

Lydia is hopping lanes, walking back and forth, looking for whatever vehicles she's saved on her list. She occasionally even looks flustered, which is a rare occurence for her, she's generally terrifyingly competent, but she is trying to cover all eight lanes by herself, and that is, for most of the larger dealerships, a two or three person job. (Big Mike's usually has four buyers, but that's because Mike Jr. is a terrible micromanager and takes up half their time second-guessing them.)

Magnus is afraid to ask her about Alec, isn't sure how to approach her or what he'd say even if he did: 'Hi, we've never technically met, but where's tall, dark, and handsome, I miss him?'

Obviously he could just ask why she's covering by herself, but he's afraid he'd fail entirely at sounding casual, and then he'd be right back at 'please share personal information about your co-worker with a sort-of stranger?'

He looks up the Lightwood Motors website on his break but there's nothing out of order there, and Alexander's head shot is on the about page; he's a Lightwood too, fancy title and general manager of something or other, and Magnus clicks it closed, too flustered to read it properly.

Not just some random buyer, not just Magnus' favorite, it probably all had been in Magnus' head, and it ought to be a relief that he'd never said anything to anyone, never approached Lightwood directly, never embarrassed himself by acting like they knew each other when it was just sales banter, only professional camaraderie while surrounded by car exhaust.

Too much car exhaust over the years had damaged his judgement?

He didn't quite believe himself, but he tried. What else was there to do?

-

Magnus got a call from the Florida office of his management agency; Lorenzo was out for some sort of family emergency, could he cover an auction down there for a few weeks?

It was the day after his Delaware auction, which was the shortest one already, and Florida was an easier flight than California, which he'd done when Malcolm retired until they could find someone more local, so he said yes.

His first week he got moved off the lane he'd prepared for, and ended up selling for Lightwood Motors. The agent on the floor was from the auction, so no luck there, and the seller from the dealer was online.

Just his luck. Jumped south six states and he was still getting teased by the lack of his favorite pretty boy. “And who do we have with us from Lightwood?” Magnus asked before their first car. “I don't suppose it's Alexander?”

The online agent literally keysmashed in the chat box, and Magnus tilted his head. The clerk at the computer even let loose a giggle; she'd apparently never seen that before either.

[Sorry, this is Jace.] The second chat message was more normal. [Alec doesn't do sales, just buys. But it's nice to meet you, Magnus.]

“You too,” Magnus managed without sounding at all disappointed, and once again he did his job.

It was only later that he realized he hadn't introduced himself after Lightwood Motors had gotten online; they'd been the third seller in his lane. Had that 'Jace' just been listening to the lane before he signed in, or had that keysmash meant more than Magnus realized, did he recognize an auctioneer who knew Alexander rather than Alec?

Was Magnus being even more ridiculous this time? Or was it maybe not just in his head?

Only now he had to wait three whole days until he'd be back at the NYC auction and could make himself ask Lydia directly.

-

Only when he got to work on Monday, he didn't have to look for Lydia. There was Alexander, leaning against the wall beside the employee entrance, all long legs and ducked head and hands rubbing together.

Magnus almost tripped over his new boots and stopped with a mortifyingly audible stutter of heels against concrete.

Alexander looked up, and his expression softened, but it wasn't a smile, not quite, Magnus didn't know what it was, or what was happening, or why Alexander was specifically here where the dealers generally weren't and, "what?"

Alexander shrugged, making Magnus realized he must have said something out loud, even if he couldn't now remember what.

"Could we?" Alexander's head tilted, just as eloquent with his eyebrows as he'd always been when bidding, and Magnus followed him over to what had once been a smoker's nook, an old empty ashtray around the corner with an ugly green awning to protect it from the worst of the wind or rain.

"Mr Lightwood," Magnus began, which wasn't at all what he'd wanted to say, but he wasn't sure how to start anything else. He stopped as soon as Alexander winced.

"I suppose I deserved that."

Magnus opened his mouth, and shut it again. "I am very confused, Alexander."

That time he got a smile, and he couldn't help but smile back.

"Is it weird to say I've missed you?" Alexander glanced sideways at him, his hands still pressing against each other in what seemed to be a nervous tic. "I mean, we've never even introduced ourselves, but..."

Magnus reached out, and let one hand slide between Alexander's long fingers. His smile widened as he felt Alec's thumb start to rub against one of his rings rather than digging into Alec's other hand again.

"You're throwing away our long and meaningful history! I introduce myself to you every week, and you're just ignoring that? I'm offended."

Alexander snorted, and Magnus grinned in delight, ignoring how his hand felt almost chilly as Alec's fingers slipped free now that he'd stopped fidgeting. "There you are, I thought you had a sense of humor."

"You're probably the only one."

"I don't know, Lydia smiles when you roll your eyes at the other dealers, that seems promising."

Alec's head tilted, and this time Magnus couldn't tell what his eyebrows were saying. "You noticed that?"

I always notice what you're doing. Magnus wasn't sure he should say that. He just hummed instead.

"So I was, uh." Alec stopped. He was, perhaps, flushing very slightly pink. "I kept wanting to send you pictures while I was gone, but I don't, we don't. I only even know your last name because you're registered on the website, I mean--"

"Alexander!" Magnus cut him off, not sure he'd be able to survive any more of the delight that was rising up through his chest as if to drown him. "Did you look me up online?"

Alec's eyes widened, and his mouth opened but nothing came out. He was definitely starting to blush, but he looked almost horrified rather than anything more enjoyable for either of them, so Magnus kept going before Alec thought that was a problem. "I did that too, how did you think I knew you were an actual Lightwood rather than just a Lightwood dealer?"

Alec's mouth closed, and there, there was that almost smile again, the edge of his mouth tucking in tight and giving a hint of a dimple. "We're maybe a pair of idiots."

Magnus laughed. "I guess we are. Give me your number, pretty boy, and tell me more about those pictures, and all mutual idiocy will be forgotten?"

Alec handed over his phone, already open to an add contact screen, and shook his head ruefully. "I don't even know how you managed to say 'pictures' like that."

"It's a gift," Magnus said. He finished putting in his number, sending a heart-emoji as a message to himself before he gave the phone back so he'd have Alec's number too.

Alec glanced down, his smile widening for a moment before he put his phone back in his pocket. "I hate to disappoint you but I was driving cross-country with my little brother for one last 'adventure' before moving him into his dorms, so the pictures are entirely child-friendly."

"Aww," Magnus let out before he could stop himself. "That's so sweet. Did you take pictures of giant balls of twine and slightly out of focus mountains and diners surrounded by fields of corn?"

Alec blinked. "That's pretty accurate, actually."

"And you wanted to send them to me?" Magnus' voice was softer than he'd intended, not really teasing at all. "Really?"

"Every one." Alec reached a hand out and Magnus held it, both of them clearly doing it on purpose this time. “Join me for an early dinner after the sale, and I'll show them to you?”

Magnus almost swooned, and didn't even attempt to hide it. "It's a date, Alexander."

[lewiscarrolatemybrain]

It's like this.

You have a dog phobia. You have good and valid reasons to have a dog phobia -- there was a traumatic, dog-related event in your childhood that has left you with a crippling fear. Dogs are actually a trigger for you, in the medical sense of the word, not just the popular meaning that they make you uncomfortable.

Some of your neighbors have dogs. Many of the bars and stores in your city are dog-friendly. There is a dog park on the route you take to and from work.

Obviously, you can't tell everyone in the world to stop having dogs. You also can't tell everyone in the world to warn you about their dogs. People are allowed to have dogs. People are allowed to exist, with their dogs, in public and in private, without tiptoeing around your specific phobia. Your friend who loves dogs adopting a puppy is not a violation against you, and you don't have the right to be offended or upset by it, because it doesn't have anything to do with you.

This does not mean dogs should be allowed to run free. Dogs are expected to be trained and controllable. Dogs that are violent or dangerous are taken away from their owners. There are rules in place, but those rules do not exist for you.

You could, possibly, become a shut-in. You could avoid every single place in your city that you know is dog-friendly and drive a different route so you don't need to see the dog park. In fact, I would argue you should do that! It requires you taking responsibility for your phobia by actively making changes to your life and routine that will benefit you, rather than sitting around complaining that people who have dogs are evil and should cater to your trigger, but it will have significantly greater positive effect than the alternative.

But you still have neighbors who have dogs. You will still encounter dogs being walked in public. People online will share dog videos.

Which means that if you really, actually want to live a life where you aren't constantly being faced with your own worst trigger, then you need to work to overcome that trigger. You need to seek therapy, in whatever way that works for you. You need to actively strive to get over this fear. Maybe you'll never adopt a dog for yourself. Maybe you'll never be the kind of person who happily fawns over your friend's dogs. But you will, with time, be able to at least exist comfortably in the world, regardless of other peoples' pets or their life choices.

It is your responsibility to manage your triggers, not anyone else's.

(The obvious flip-side of this is, of course, that if you know for a fact that your friend has a dog-phobia, and you are going to adopt a puppy, tell them you've done that, and don't get offended when they never want to come over your house. If you know your friend has a dog-phobia, do not bring them around dogs. Do not send them dog videos. That's obviously not what this post is about, but I know people will whine about it, so there it is.)

[yourbustedkneecaps]

weird thought but imagine Tony training his kids like puppies. you can’t tell me he wasn’t the stay-at-home dad for Morgan’s five years of life during the Snap and wouldn’t train her to park herself right in front of him after eating to get cleaned up before rocketing back to her toys. he’d make weird sounds (“bah-uh-uh!”) and say like two words while she’s going practically stir-crazy inside and she’d veer off course to hop into her shoes and coat so he’d let her go outside. Tony randomly says some semi-grammatically incorrect phrase out of nowhere and Morgan starts grabbing her dirty laundry or cleaning up some of her toys for whatever reason because “daddy said so!”/Tony trained her to.

it just sounds so funny to me. and like,,, imagine Peter coming back and Tony instinctively doing the same thing to him when they’re at the lake house and not realizing until much later what he just did to his kid/“intern” while Peter just,,, silently loses his mind.

you know…

The Lake House — 2:45 PM, Lunchtime

Peter loved spending weekends at the Stark’s house upstate. It was a small break from Spider-Manning, school, and May had more time to herself for things like online classes and dates with Happy or whatever. And it was never ever boring with the Stark’s.

After the Snaps and the five year gap between them, it was rightfully apparent how much everyone had changed, especially after the dusted were brought back and the whole world hit new (and unheard of) crisis after crisis. Peter had heard from more than one person in and outside of the Avengers how odd it was to watch the world go from underpopulation to overpopulation in less than a day.

Whatever the case, life could be weirder and so much worse, Peter decided, so why the hell bother trying not to embrace whatever insanity happened now? Mrs Stark — Pepper — was kind and thoughtful, Morgan was a little spitfire with a big heart, and Mr Stark was… different. A good different, but also a kind-of-sort-of-weird different, too. More touchy-feely and a little less snappish and abrupt in personality, if only a bit. And he always, alway, always acted like he cared.

To Peter, being with his family was all that mattered. In Queens with May and Ned and MJ or upstate with Mrs Pepper and Morgan and Mr Stark, as long as he had them, he couldn’t care less.

Per usual, Morgan was one of the first to wake up, tromping down the stairs and switching on Saturday morning cartoons to doze on the couch to, inevitably waking up the rest of the house by 10 AM at the latest. Peter was always second to rise (unless he didn’t sleep at all) and collapsed beside her to snuggle until Mr or Mrs Stark wandered down to start breakfast or take off for work.

There would be breakfast together while watching kiddie cartoons, followed by cleaning up for the day and either lab time with Mr Stark or playing with Morgan, often outside in the dewy morning air.

Playtime had overshot lunch by quite a bit, landing Peter and Morgan uncomfortable (Pete), pouty (Morgan), and starved (both). Mr Stark, ever the househusband, was already finishing lunch prep by the time they clattered inside demanding food like dirty, hungry wolves nipping at his ankles.

Peter sure as hell felt like one, shoveling homemade chicken macaroni and cheese casserole down his throat at breakneck pace.

“Whoa! Slow it down, Underoos!” Mr Stark said, plopping another thick scoop into Peter’s bowl.“I know you’re hungry but don’t choke, kiddo.”

Peter was pretty sure he blacked out during his first bite of food. It definitely didn’t feel like his third serving of pure mac and cheesy goodness. “S’ry, Mi’ter ‘Tark.” He made sure to pause for a drink of water, punctuating his words.

Morgan giggled around her own stuffed cheeks, face and hands coated in a small and sticky bit of casserole.

“Mouth closed, Little Missy,” Mr Stark chided, eyebrows raising. “You too, Pete. Don’t talk with your mouth full!”

Peter hummed in response, chewing. He debated smiling with his teeth too, just to gross out Mr Stark and make Morgan laugh. He didn’t, instead bumping his leg to Morgan’s dirty shoes under the table in a game of Footsie while they finished.

Mr Stark hounded them to finish their water and rinse their plates for the dishwasher before heading back out to play again. Peter wasn’t expecting to freeze three steps from the sink at the sharp, “Ahp-bup-bup-bup!” from his mentor.

“Park it!” Mr Stark called over his shoulder as he turned the faucet on quick.

Morgan immediately raced back into the kitchen, hands outstretched and face tilted the second she stopped in front of her father. Mr Stark turned around with a damp rag and knelt, gently wiping her hands and scrubbing her face of casserole smears. She scrunched her face and closed her eyes, laughing when he squished her cheeks and blew a little raspberry as he did.

Directly next to her and completely out of his element, Peter’s eyes widened when Mr Stark rinsed out the rag and turned on him, grabbing his hands and tilting his head to check for mess. Mr Stark wiped Peter’s face and hands just like he did with Morgan and discarded the rag, turning to the fridge as if nothing happened.

Stock still, it took a second to register the water bottles being stuck in his and Morgan’s hands with a promise to finish them by the time they came back inside. Pink and suddenly very, very embarrassed, Peter let Morgan drag him out the door without a word back at Mr Stark or his weird, mushy, fatherly actions.

What just happened?

[randomaussie99]

An idea popped in my head and it developed to started to take some notes and ended up here. I would love to hear your thought, comments, alterations or enhancements.

AR/AI training for subs/ slaves / pets.

A full head latex and rubber hood with integrated AR/VR goggles, Bluetooth earbuds, and augmented mouthpiece, nose and neck. The hood would extend down to the shoulder blades for full coverage.

The AI would be programmed in advance but learn on the go within certain paramaeters. The AR component would provide an augmented and altered version of reality depending on the training requirements, advanced nature of the slave and cruelty.

Vision.

Things like a TV, writing, newspapers would appear hazy or blurry. Things of desire would appear bold and colourful (chew toys, balls, cage, bed). Items for discipline may have a glow or aura. Cage or kennel might give a warm glow where as a punishment zone (laundry) may have a cold look.

It may give only tunnel vision or limited depth of vision. Or even down to greyscale like a canine. Vision could be turned off for periods of time.

The AI could assess the house or apartment, and alter the appearance of the walls, doors and appliances so they appear to be something else - a jail cell, hospital, kennel, school. Your normal door looks like a cell door.

Audio

The earbuds and the AI can limit the comprehension of words so that all words that are not specific commands are jibberish, or translated to a foreign language. My choice would be that normal English for me is jiggerish, and the dog commands are in German. I have to learn the German commands. Since none of my friends actually speak German, I am excluded from normal conversations.

The AI could reduce the slave to silence, or enhance like a canines hearing.

Various sounds could be triggered baby doing something right or wrong. Pick up a ball and here the sound from Mario Brothers when he gets a star. Or a crowd cheering when a trick is done well.

Other times there may be background screams, moans, slave mantras repeating over and over. If in a virtual cell, the sounds of torture occurring all around.

Mouth and neck.

The mouth piece, nose piece and neck section are enhanced components that can expand or retract to allow for breath control, feeding control, gagging, choking as required for training or punishment.

Control

The system would be voice activated by a specific voice (Owners) or via phone app. Of course the app could be opened up online for an Only Fans type where subscribers can alter the pups training or adjust any setting (within limits).

Plug Ins

The hood could have receptors that detect emotion and this connected to a tail plug. Happiness wags the tail and sadness makes it drop beneath the legs.

Scheduled maintenance

Programming would know when feeding or sleep time is and audible commands issued. It could be set to training mode and just repeated issue of commands (sit, stand, roll over, play dead) until the puppy is exhausted and knows them perfectly.

[cutedisneygirl]

Love Online Chapter 6

The next morning Merida slept in, she didn't feel like getting up and going to church. She was awoken by Dixie licking her face.

"Okay okay, girl. I'm awake."

She pulled out her Bible, which she kept next to her and read a few chapters in Psalms. It was one of her favorite books. After reading her Bible she was about to get up and get her coffee when she got a text.

Tiffany-Here is the pic I took last night.

Merida-Aww thanks girl! I love it!

Tiffany-Your welcome girl! I have to go. It's going to be a long day. Talk to you later. Love ya

Merida-Have fun 😊Love ya too.

Merida hops out of bed grabs her glasses from her bedside table and walks into the kitchen. She fills Dixie's bowl then turns on her Kerig and gets her coffee. She grabs some yogurt from the fridge. She sits down at her table. She pulls out her phone and scrolls through Instagram. Sees a post from Chris.

Every Morning this is how it is! Especially on a lazy Sunday morning!

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️liked

Awww, I know just how that is! I awoke this morning to Dixie licking my face.

Merida posts the picture that Tiffany sent her on Instagram.

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️ My friend took this last night while we were sitting on the couch watching movies. I love it. ❤️☺️

It was only a few minutes later she sees she has two likes

Captaindork-Liked   

Liked

Merida was about to get up when she gets a message

Captaindork-Good morning beautiful.

Disneydoggrl83❤️- Good morning. Hope you slept well.

Captaindork - I did. I liked being able to sleep in. I loved that picture by the way. She is adorable. You have your work cut out for you. Training a puppy is never easy.

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️Yes I know lol. I need to get a fence built in my back yard so I can let her run free, but who knows when that will be. Building a fence isn't cheap.

Captaindork-Your right about that. I would offer to help, but of course I'm in LA and your in NC, so...

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️It's okay, but thanks for the offer. I will just start saving my money and see if I can get one at some point. Anyway. I was lazy today and slept in when I normally would get up and go to church, but I didn't want to get up. 🥺

Captaindork- its okay to have those days every once in a while. You probably needed the sleep.

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️I guess I did. I was tired. I did read my Bible though, so it wasn't totally bad that I missed church ☺️

Captaindork-☺️Have plans for the rest of the day?

Disneydoggrl83❤️Not really. Just being lazy. LOL

Captaindork-I love days like that. It would cool if we could be lazy together ☺️

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️Yes that would be fun. ☺️

Captaindork-What are you doing at the moment?

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️Nothing really. Just sitting at my table drinking my coffee

Captaindork-☺️video call?

Merida smiles and runs her fingers through her hair and removes her glasses and lays them next her on the table.

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️sure

Merida accepts the video call from Chris

"Well good morning beautiful!"

Merida smiles. "Good morning."

"So you're a coffee drinker huh?"

"Yep!"

"How do you like it? Black?"

"No! Yuck! I have to have creamer in it. Sometimes sugar."

Chris laughs.

"Let me guess you drink yours plain?"

"Yes."

"Brave. I can't stand it like that. I've tried many times to drink it plain but I just can't do it."

"I guess it's an acquired taste."

"Yeah."

Then Dixie is beside Merida and sits looking up at her and barks. Merida looks down at her.

"Did Dixie just bark?"

"Yes."

Merida leans down and picks her up and holds her in her lap. "Dixie meet Chris."

Dixie looks at the screen and barks.

"Hey Dixie! Aren't you a cutie!"

Dixie barks again. "I think she likes you." Merida laughs.

Just then there is another bark.

"Well I guess Dodger heard her bark and had to come check it out." Chris says moving the screen so Merida sees Dodger who is now on the couch next to him.

"Hey Dodger! Hey boy!"

Dodger barks and then Dixie barks.

Merida and Chris both laugh. "I think they might just like each other." Merida laughs again.

"Maybe. What do you think boy?"

Dodger looks at Chris then back at the screen and barks.

Chris laughs.

Dixie starts barking like crazy. "Dixie, woh girl. Calm down. It's okay."

"I better go so I can let Dodger out. I think he wants a walk."

"Yeah I need to take Dixie out too."

"I'll talk to you later."

"Alright later. Thanks for talking to me and hanging out with me." Merida smiles.

"Your welcome. It was fun meeting Dixie."

"Bye Chris."

"Bye Merida."

Chris ends the call and Merida takes Dixie outside and lets her run a little. She makes sure she keeps her eye on her. Dixie doesn't go far she always comes right back to Merida. Merida spends the rest of the day reading and just relaxing. She dreads having to go back to work the next day but she knows it won't be long and she will going to LA for Chris's movie premiere.

Over the next few weeks and months Merida stays busy with work. She talks to Chris most days during nap time. They text back and forth and in the evenings they video call each other. Merida knows she is starting to fall for Chris. She tries to be careful and not let him know. She knows she would never fit into his world or lifestyle. They live two different worlds and are miles apart. Then it's July the month of Chris's movie. One evening Merida has just gotten home and is greeted by Dixie at the door when her phone goes off.

She pulls it out and sees a message from Chris.

Captaindork-Your flight is July 26 at 8:00 am. You will go to the ticket counter and tell them your name Disneydoggrl83 and she will give you your ticket. Once you land in LA you will go to the hotel Sunset Marquis. Once you get there go to the counter and again tell them your name and they will give your key.  ☺️ Let me know when you get there and I will give you more information. The premire is the next day at 6:30 pm.

"Dixie! Oh my gosh! We are meeting Chris! Well, I am. You will have to stay here. But oh my gosh!"

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️Okay thanks. I look forward to it. You really didn't have to go to all this trouble.

Captaindork-It wasn't any trouble. I don't mind at all. Anything for a beautiful girl, fan and friend ☺️

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️☺️😯Oh my gosh!

Capataindork-What? What's wrong?

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️I just realized I have nothing to wear to the preimre!

Captaindork-Don't worry about that. I will take care of that too. You just be there ☺️

Disneydoggrl83❤️Chris. You don't have to do that.

Captaindork-Merida, I don't mind really. I want to. ☺️

Disneydoggrl83❤️Fine. Your too sweet ☺️

Captaindork-☺️I will talk to you later. I need to go walk Dodger, he has been cooped up all day. I just got home.

Disneydoggrl83❤️okay, later

After Merida fed and let Dixie out she called Tiffany and told her all that Chris had told her. Tiffany couldn't believe it.

"Are you serious? That is a really fancy hotel! Girl is this really happening? Is it for real? Are you sure this isn't a joke and he's playing us?"

"Tiff, I'm sure. It's really Chris and he is not playing us. This is real and it is happening! It won't be long and we will be leaving and heading to LA."

"Oh my gosh! Wow! I still don't believe it, but I trust you. I just hope this isn't a mistake and this turns out badly."

"It's won't I promise."

Merida was taking off Friday July 26 and Tiffany was spending the night with her. The girls were both excited. Merida was nervous and Tiffany was too but she was more nervous because she was still not believing that is really Chris Evans.