#and they are still planning the adoption run for the shelter

[m-for-now]

Idk they give me the vibe of like,,, not yet thinking about kids when they're living together and then they meet this random kid who doesn't have a place and they kinda go "well, we can't just leave them here" and then that's how they adopt kids (or pets honestly)

[fir3flytv]

JASON TODD didn't want a dog. He lived in an apartment with you, with one bedroom, a tiny kitchen and a living room that looked like the furniture decorated in it would fall apart at any moment.

But one day, he comes home to you, sleeping in your bed with a little bull mastiff puppy on his side of the bed. He stares at the dog for a few moments, before going to take off his Red Hood outfit, as though that would make the situation disappear. When he comes back, the dog was still there. Of course.

Gently, Jason shakes you awake, giving you a pointed look. "Got anything you want to share with me, babe?" He asks, eyes trailing down to the dog, still asleep on the bed. A sheepish smile crosses your face. "I can explain?" You say, though it comes out more like a question. "I was volunteering at the animal shelter and found him. He didn't like being with the other dogs in cage but they didn't have enough space to isolate him." "So you thought the best plan was to bring home a dog that can grow to be 150 pounds?" I scoffs lightly. "No, no! I'm fostering him. Just for a little bit," You say quickly. "I thought since he's still a puppy he would be adopted quickly, right? So we won't have to make space for when he gets that big." Jason lets out a soft sigh and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before speaking again. "You're too good," He murmurs softly. You smile up at him and return the kiss onto his cheek. After a few moments, Jason clears his throat and looks down at the puppy, still sprawled out onto his side of the bed. "So where am I going to sleep?" ... JASON TODD sucks at being a foster. He's terrible, horrible, even. If you were to look up 'How to not foster a dog', they would just show his face. It wasn't that he neglected the dog. He could never. He took him out on runs, fed him good food, washed him, played with him. Everything a dog owner could do. No, the reason Jason was so bad was because his first ever foster dog turned out to be a foster failure. Every time someone came by interested in adopting the puppy, Jason would be in your ear, whispering to you that it didn't seem like they knew what they were doing, or that the puppy wouldn't like living with them. Every. Single. Time.

It wasn't till the three month mark of fostering the pup, having moved to a more spacious apartment, that Jason popped the question.

"You know," He starts suddenly while the two of you were on the couch, eating Chinese take out with the dog resting on the floor nearby. "No one here seems to be right for Buster." Buster, his name for the dog. He's used it so much he actually started responding to it. "There's someone, I'm sure," You counter, taking a bite of your food. "I know there is," Jason counters. Just as you open your mouth to tell him that makes no sense, he cuts you off. "Us. We're right for Buster." "Think," He says, reaching out to grip your hand. "For three months, we've had him, we've moved with him. He has his spot in the bed, we've worked him into our schedule. He's happy. Why ruin that?" "So you want to adopt him?" You ask, making sure you understood just exactly what he was saying. It felt too good to be true. "Yeah, I do," He says with a small smile. As soon as he finishes speaking you practically lung at him, tackling him into a hug while whispering small 'thank you's. The action makes Buster jump up and want to join in on whatever is going on, leaping onto the couch and sniffing at the two of you, his massive head bumping you both. In that moment, Jason knew he made the right choice. This felt right. It felt good. It felt like home. You, him, and your giant dog.

[colethewolf]

A Real, Legitimate Summary of the Teen Wolf Movie's Plot:

(I'm not joking, but you're going to think I am)

also, spoilers obviously...

Scott McCall works as a rescue dog saving victims from building collapses in LA

Mr. Harris, the long DEAD biology teacher for school somehow magically comes back from the dead and decides to get his revenge on Scott

Mr. Harris flies to Japan and robs a ramen shop that Liam & Fake-Kira Hikari own, because they decide to keep the nogitsune locked in a spice jar on a spice rack

The nogitsune brings Allison back to life, who has been dead for 15 years, and uses the oni to kidnap everybody to hold them hostage in a magic spirit realm located underneath the lacrosse field while scott & eli play a lacrosse game

The nogitsune's plan is to make the entire pack watch Allison shoot Scott in the heart and kill him, so that everybody will be sad and he can drink their sadness to become more powerful

Scott pretends to die, so the Nogitsune gets made and turns into a WEREWOLF-NOGITSUNE HYBRID MONSTER and attacks

The pack decides that the only way to kill the nogitsune (even tho the nogitsune was previously established to literally be unkillable) is to have Parrish hug him and set him on fire to death

For some reason, the werewolf-nogitsune hybrid monster won't stand still to die, so derek decides to literally SACRIFICE HIMSELF by holding down the werewolf-nogitusne and letting Parrish burn BOTH derek and the nogitsune to death

Derek literally burns himself to death right in front of eli and orphans him

Scott and Allison decide to adopt Eli and run a dog shelter in LA

The End.

(no, i'm not joking.....this actually happened. this was the movie. some of the worst fanfiction that I ever read watched in my life)

P.S the only good part of this really bad fanfic movie is that for the whole movie derek keeps saying that he hates stiles' jeep (and he doesn't explain why) and then at the end of the movie at derek's funeral, sheriff stilinski gives Eli the jeep and says that derek secretly didn't hate the jeep.

then he explains that after Stiles left it behind, Derek towed it back to his auto shop (because derek is a mechanic now btw????) and fixed up stiles' jeep literally so he could keep it for himself. and I'm pretty sure this is supposed to be some metaphor for derek not realizing he's in love with stiles until after stiles moves away and now all that he has left is the jeep????

so, canon!sterek yay!

[luffyrose]

Oh Brother....s?

I had the most brilliant mini-idea while raging at video games because my parents suck at em. Anyway, there's really no correlation there, but the idea!

So we all know the whole "Danny is related to (Batkid) and he was give away because blah blah" or "he died and blah blah". We know those, and we love them, but what if, hear me out, Danny is related to MULTIPLE of them.

Danny is the child of Willis and Talia.

Now he was definitely not planned or anything, it just happened during a random mission and Talia couldn't bother to deal with it much. She decided that if the child lived she'd give it to Willis, a sort of test. It's not like she needed the baby, Damian had been born a little while before. Talia is one of those mothers who doesn't LOOK pregnant even when she's about to have the baby so basically, Danny does end up being born but is a really sickly kid, like REAL sick.

Of course, she really couldn't care less about the kid so baby Danny was given to Willis, who just gave Danny to Jason and Catherine. He's like 8 or so, so he isn't Robin yet, and he is SO happy to have a little brother. Except he's terrified for Danny, whose name was originally something else with Daniel being his middle name thanks to Jason (also why he kept the name Danny and not his original first name), but he doesn't want Danny hurt. After a few years, just before he becomes Robin, he gives a barely like 4-year-old Danny to a shelter or something with a blanket and a note.

Everything goes the same with both of them from there. The reason why Jason is easier on Damian compared to the others? He kinda looks like his baby brother, not identical but like, there's a resemblance, and he kind of finds it uncanny. Reason Talia even gave the time to help Jason? Well, he's technically the older brother of her younger child, and after having Damian for a while she does feel a little bad. Even if she doesn't want to meet the kid, she figured helping his older brother was a good enough way to apologize.

Danny remembers his older brother. How he looked and his name, and how he always took care of him. It's why even when his new adoptive parents neglected both him and Jazz he doesn't think anything is wrong. Jason had raised him. Now Jazz was. It was simply normal to him. He's just got major parent issues honestly.

The only people who know about his older brother are Jazz and Tucker though. His parents never were told because they'd been too busy to learn about it. Jazz had helped him on the earlier nights when he cried for Jason. And Tucker had learned when they first became friends as kids. Even if he was close to Sam, he never mentioned Jason though, it kind of felt like something he shouldn't touch anymore. It'd been years and even if he still had that star blanket, the note he vaguely remembers with it had been taken and put with his papers...and well he didn't know where those were.

Jason had already died and come back when Danny had the accident, so neither was aware of the other still. Danny does the whole hero thing for about 3 years before everything came crashing in for whatever reason, and he has to run. With no plan, he just follows his core and ends up in Gotham but he doesn't know why. Gotham herself is THRILLED to have him back because Jason was hers and this was Jason's little brother as well as her king! So she's trying to help the disoriented and hurt boy to his brother.

Cue shenanigans and angst though and it take a good MINUTE for Danny to even meet the Bats, let alone Jason. I'm thinking everyone meets him in one way or another before Jason is getting something from the cave while they're talking about this meta kid who LOOKS kind of like Damian but not at the same time, so they need to figure out if it's a clone or what. Jason sees the picture and is frozen, not even noticing the fact that he started crying while the whole fam is freaking out.

It's Damian, who looks between Jason and the picture, that notices the subtle differences that had them thinking it was still familiar were from Jason. And dun dun dun, it's Jason's little brother. He never knew who the mother was and after someone gets him out of his like mini-panic from knowing his brother was close by, he just bolts to his bike to go find him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I actually think I may make this a one-shot series. If anyone else wants to use this idea though feel free as well! Just tag me or smth :D

I honestly do think this is gonna be another thing I write though, I kinda love this idea a lot XDD

[aspoetssay]

They bring home an animal and surprise their SO with it - what are bringing home? Author’s choice for what characters you want to work with. I just think it sounds fun. You just König is bringing home something tiny and fluffy.

WHAT ANIMALS WOULD THEY BRING YOU? (könig, ghost, valeria, soap x gn!reader)

thank you so much for this adorable request—it was so fun to write it!

KÖNIG

And there he was, standing near the door frame, holding something so soft, fluffy and tiny in his muscular arms. Now you couldn’t really figure out if the animal was actually that small since he was held by that giant.

You rose from your bed instantly and König, with the widest smile on his face you have ever seen, came closer to you, revealing a small bunny cuddled up in his arms. It was light brown, small and horribly cute. Its huge ears were hanging around its small face, the cute nose slightly twitching.

Handing the bunny to you, holding it firmly by the tummy and supporting its back legs, he started to explain himself: “I know we didn’t agree on having one, but he was just outside our house and it’s cold—“

You two didn’t plan to adopt a pet because you two didn’t agree on what to take. If it was up to König, that little fool would adopt the whole shelter and now, that wasn’t a bad idea, but he was also the one the most away from home. You possibly couldn’t deal with that many pets.

You took the soft little creature in your hands and you felt tearing up—embarrassing, but the cuteness was killing you. The fur was so soft that you wanted to nuzzle your nose into it and just rest like this. The bunny didn’t seem to be afraid, but it was looking around at the surroundings.

“What do you think of naming it?” You asked instead, showing that you were fine with keeping the adorable little fluff in your hands.

König tried to conceal his happiness, so he sat down beside you and sightly shrugged:

“König Junior.”

Giving the look to your beloved, you were sometimes taken back by his choices. “Absolutely not.”

“I found him—“

“The name sucks. And it’s somehow narcissistic…”

“First of all, how dare you—“

“I think it should be called Bun or BunBun.”

The man slightly squinted his eyes, slightly shaking his head: “And that’s a good name for a bunny? Oh mein Gott…”

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

You were running out of the bedroom as soon as you heard the front door opening—Simon was home. After months.

The sight of him made your heart warm up. You never really knew when he was getting back—the dates were getting pushed and pulled in weird ways and you learnt to just wait patiently and hope for the best.

But this time it wasn’t just Simon. A small German Shepherd dog was beside him—it wasn’t a puppy, still young, not the size of a grown dog, but still with a childish skinny face and long legs.

The dog was anxiously sniffing the corridor, staying close to Simon. He didn’t even have to tell you what happened as it was clear already - he found it on the battlefield and knowing how much Simon loves dogs, he couldn’t abandon it.

“Hi,” you smiled, welcoming your partner into a warm hug, and pulling him even closer. You always tended to do that—you were touch-deprived and it has been too long. But now, you had to pull back earlier and gently move down, extending your hand at the dog in a soft manner.

The back legs of the dog were bandaged and there was a nasty wound on the side of its tummy where the fur was shaved off, the wound already healing. The dog sniffed your arm and gently poked it with his moist nose, making you smile. You let yourself gently pet his head, scratching his ears and soon, the dog was cuddling into you.

“Found him in the field. Poor guy was left after an explosion. Took him to the vet—bit limping, but he’ll be fine in no time.” Simon explained, his heart warming up at the view in front of him—you gently scratching the dog’s tummy.

“How did you name him?”

Simon slightly gulped—he sucked at those things. Moving down, he gently rubbed the dog's head, the dog playfully running around him and nuzzling his nose into his palm. “M’bad at these things… So Riley.”

You hummed and slightly tilted your head: “It fits him.”

“Yeah?” Simon didn’t expect your approval.

Looking away from the dog at your beloved, you smiled, leaning in and kissing his cheek: “Yeah. And I hope Riley will give you a reason to come back home more often. I see I’m not fairly enough.”

Standing up, you gave him a playful hurt look as you went into the kitchen to get some bowl and pour some water for Riley and make some tea for the dad Riley. In the corridor, you overheard him chuckle, his footsteps growing closer to you, the dog following.

“Already jealous of the dog, aren’t we, love?”

VALERIA GARZA

There was a cat in your lover's arms and you couldn't help but raise your eyebrows in pure surprise. You haven't seen Valeria in quite some time, but that was common for her. One morning you would wake up with a note on your pillow that she'll be back and has some work to do.

You didn't know where to look actually—at your perfect-looking partner, who managed to look extraordinary no matter which time of the day it was. Or should you look at the cat she was holding in her hands—

"I know it's been too long," she already tried to explain so you wouldn't give her the much-deserved silent treatment. "And I know how much you like cuddles, so..." She extended the cat towards you and you took the fluffy cat in your arms.

It was just a simple cat - not a fancy breed or anything. It wasn't small - Valeria probably stopped at the animal shelter and the thought of Valeria there made you chuckle. The cat was completely black, green eyes shining with pure curiosity as it sniffed you. But as soon as you started to pet its little head, the lulling purring tugged the corner of your lips up.

"So what, am I supposed to accept this cat as an exchange?" You gave her a look, slightly squinting your eyes. "Are you leaving me?"

You tended to be a little bit over-dramatic and Valeria rolled her eyes at you but took your mood swings as a champ. Well, mostly because she deserved your anger and then a sudden need to devour a whole-ass pizza.

"Leave you?" The bossy tone was overheard in her words. She gently raised one eyebrow up, stepping closer to you, placing her hands on your arms, leaving shivers where she touched.

You were weak when she touched you. She had too much power over you.

"You were gone for two months, Valeria." You reminded.

"I got you a cat," she tried to reason.

"Yeah, keep up with that pace and this house will be stuffed with cats."

Valeria sighed, but a small smile appeared on her lips—God, how much she enjoyed your little bickering. "Por Dios... Give me a kiss already instead of grumbling..."

And you couldn't help but comply, happy to have Valeria back home and the small fluff you soon decided to call Alejandro just to piss off her more. But then with a common agreement, the cat was called Alex.

Even if you still call the cat Alejandro when Valeria is gone.

JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH

You wanted to smack that smug Scottish man across his handsome face because he just brought you an Eastern Box Turtle. Not that the turtle wasn't cute or that you didn’t want to have a pet. But that smug bastard just said why he bought a turtle.

"You remind me of it - I got it for ya."

"John..." You inhaled, looking at the unmoving turtle in his palms. "Did you just compare me with a turtle?"

"In good ways only," he defended his good cause.

Exhaling a bit too loud, you looked at the turtle that was still quite small, but it will grow a bit more in years. "Yeah? What good qualities? They are slow, look like lizards with a shield on..."

Soap quickly covered the turtle's head with his palm and slightly moved it away: "Hey! He can hear you!"

"It's his classification—where the fuck did you even get it?"

Soap placed the turtle on your lap and you just froze slightly - it wasn't as if you could pet him, but it was quite pretty.

"Said you wanted a pet - so I got ye a pet." The man was such a fool sometimes, but you couldn't be mad at him. There wasn't a reason to be mad. He always tried too hard to please you and his efforts were always so nice. That's why you gently hit his shoulder and shook your head:

"You're an idiot, MacTavish."

"Your idiot."

[uhzuku]

— 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮-𝐧𝐲𝐚 ~ [ 𝟏 ].

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: shouta aizawa/reader.

𝐜𝐰: hurt/comfort, slight angst, hybrids, catboy!shouta, kitten!eri, crying, abandonment issues, reader adopts eri and shouta feels like he’s being replaced.

cold. 

the cool breeze caused by the fan you always kept running in the bedroom and the way it made his bared skin prickle was what woke shouta from his deep sleep in the middle of the bed, his body curled around your pillow possessively. at some point in his sleep he’d kicked all the blankets down some, revealing his bare upper body to the unforgiving cold of the room. 

he blinks himself awake tiredly, looking around the room with half open, still-sleepy eyes ( though only one was usable ), and a faint worry fills his chest when he notices you’re not in there with him. you tended to wait until he woke before leaving him, and then he’d either fall back asleep ( though not as deeply as he just was ) or pad after you wherever you went and lay somewhere there in a nap spot ( he had one in almost every room of the house ) to doze while you made yourself busy. of course, days when you had to leave the house to work rather than work from home always were annoying once he’d grown accustomed tk you being there, and he was always anxious for a few hours before you got home ( he’d never admit to it ), but you always came back and the two of you cuddled on the couch for a while before dinner, and then the two of you would curl up in bed. after you’d taken him from the hybrid shelter, shouta really leaned into how easy he had it — and you supported this too. after the life he’d had, he had earned it. 

his ears flick up lazily when the sound of your voice reaches them, and he sighs in half relief, half annoyance; the kitchen, you were in the kitchen. 

shouta groans as he gets up, stretching turning until his bones crack in the pleasant way that sends soft relief through his joints then gets up, grabbing his favorite blanket and wrapping it around himself before leaving the bedroom, going to the kitchen where he notices you on the phone. he’s about to walk in when what you’re saying to the person on the other end registers, making him freeze. 

“mhmm, and when can i come pick up the kittengirl?” you ask. “wow, even now? well, i won’t be there that soon unfortunately, but i should arrive in a couple hours — i’ll have to get ready of course, and say goodbye to the old man.”

for the first time ever, your nickname for him stings; he knew he was older, that most hybrid owners preferred younger hybrids, but he’d thought you were different from the others — was he really so old that you were replacing him with a kitten? your soft laughter recatches his attention, and he looks at your back with betrayal in his as you laugh and say, “yeah, she’ll have the perfect home here, i promise — after these last couple weeks of talking and then me seeing her last week and her not jumping away from me, i think my home would be the perfect fit.”

so this wasn’t even a spur of the moment decision — you’d been planning to get rid of him then replace him for a while, and you’d even gone to meet his replacement last week. how could you smile and laugh like nothing was wrong? did you really have no qualms abandoning him? what the fuck was so wrong with him that he deserved to be tossed out — he’d only just gotten a life he deserved, you’d told shouta that, so what? were you lying to him?

the sound of you hanging up the house phone makes him jump, and his eye shoots to you as you turn and smile upon seeing him. “oh! good morning, shouta, i hope you slept well!”

his thick tail swishes behind him as his hurt-filled chest makes room for anger, and hot tears sting at his eye as they begin to well up in it as he looks at you. your own eyes widen, and then you’re moving to him — but no, he doesn't want you to touch him. why should he let you comfort him when it was all a lie?

he darts away, slipping through the hallways and locking himself in the bedroom you’d fixed up for him before adopting him that he’d barely used, and he curls up into the bed and buries himself beneath a mountain of blankets and pillows before burying his face in his arms as he fights off the tears. he was thirty-six years old, for god’s sake, and he’d seen more than his share of disappointment — he shouldn’t be crying like this. 

but i thought they were different. the thought pushes through all the others in his mind, and suddenly he can’t hold the tears back anymore. his body shakes slightly as he cries, and when the front door shuts in the distance his cries turn to full-body sobs as he mourns the life he’d barely been able to enjoy, 

you didn’t know what was wrong with shouta when it came to his behavior this morning, but unfortunately due to the time you didn’t have time to sit him down and talk about it — they’d marked you down for 11:45am at the hybrid shelter, and it was already 9:15 with an hour and a half between the building and your house. you showered quickly, not bothering with makeup or anything similar, and out on a t-shirt and jeans before putting on some sneakers and rushing out the door right at 10:00am even. 

you’d gotten there a little earlier than expected, but the shelter manager had still ushered you in quickly, nearly rushing you along even, and the two of you began the paperwork required so you could take your newest hybrid home. it took several hours, the endless signing and reading done as lengthy as you’d expected; this was a different shelter than the one you’d gotten shouta from, one with ‘better standards’, so more paperwork was to be expected. eventually, however, the paperwork was done, and you went to the front with the shelter managers as he took out the keys to the backrooms, which were much larger than the already large offices and front room for the sake of holding dozens of hybrids at once, either born here or rescued or taken off the streets. 

as he heads back, you sigh; honestly this entire bit of adopting hybrids like they were common animals still angered you, even though it had been years since you’d adopted shouta; the only difference between humans and hybrids were their animalistic features, they had all of the intelligence of people and spoke just the same. they ate the same food, could read the same novels ( if taught ), loved the very same — if not more. all this paperwork and keeping them in kennels? absolute bullshit. 

the door swings open ahead of you and you glance up, eyes locking on the white hair of the kittengirl you’d just adopted — she doesn’t look excited, but that was to be expected; she was nervous when you’d seen her last week as well.

alarm bells begin to ring in your head when a screeching voice makes itself known to you, though unintentionally.  “n-no — no!” you hear, the voice masculine but so clearly young, from behind the manager as the door to the kennel system shuts behind him. “no, i didn’t get to say goodbye! eri — eri!”

the small hybrid bursts into tears and wiggles around in the manager’s hold, reaching out towards the door. your heart runs cold in your chest as the wailing little girl is brought out in the arms of the shelter manager before being deposited on the counter like some sort of object, and your hands clench into fists at your sides. 

“and here’s your hybrid — would you like a lead as well?” he asks brightly, unbothered by the mess of a little girl between the two of you and the screaming boy in the back rooms. 

you don’t respond, angry, and instead gently coax the little girl into your arms. she presses against you, still weeping, and you cuddle her close and make soothing noises as you bounce her gently. “shhh, sweet girl, you’re alright, i promise,” you murmur, and she presses her face into your neck and cries more, still wailing for whoever was left behind. 

“why didn't you tell me she was a part of a set?” you ask coldly, cradling the sobbing kittengirl to your chest as she whimpers and cries for ‘deku’, distant yowls of ‘goodbye!’ echoing from the back, and the shelter manager sighs. 

“her brother is much older than a kitten, l/n,” he says, crossing his arms and shaking his head. “he’s fifteen, almost sixteen — he’ll be an adult in just a couple years, a big difference from the kitten you asked for.”

“i only asked for a kitten because my older hybrid had mentioned wanting one,” you growl, not adding that he’d mentioned wanting to have them while dreaming during one of his evening naps, “and because i’d heard of the big bust this one was a part of and saw her on the news. what makes you think i wouldn’t take them both?”

the manager looks shocked. “w-well, older hybrids are a lot of work, you know, they’re very prone to pushing back on orders!” shouta is nothing like that, you find yourself thinking bitterly, knowing that it likely came from him trusting you so much. of course older hybrids who didn’t feel safe would buck requests, so would human people. “coupled with the fact that older hybrids typically are unwanted-“

“he isn’t. i’ll take him too,” you snap, and despite the fact that you’d interrupted him, the manager smiles wickedly, a victorious gleam in his eye no doubt stemming from the fact that he was getting twice as much money as expected today. 

“when would you like to begin the paperwork?” he asks, once again unbothered, and your eyes narrow. 

“now,” you bite out, and he nods happily and leads you back to the room you’d signed off on eri in. 

for the next four hours you go through paperwork once again, eri staying in your lap the entire time. she’s not sobbing anymore after having cried herself to sleep, but soft sniffles do sound every now and then as she rests fitfully in your lap. finally, as the fifth hour of secondary paperwork approaches, you’re done — the unseen hybrid that had been screaming for his little sister now legally belongs to you ( something you hated, but what could you do? ).

you carefully lift the little kittengirl in your arms as you stand, making sure not to wake her as you shift her to one hip and grab the small backpack you’d brought with you that had your id, money, and other little travel essentials in it. the  manager leads the way from the private office and you follow, stopping behind the front desk that he steps behind before disappearing  into the back again, eager to fetch the second mouth he’d managed to get rid of today. eri fusses in her sleep, and you gently shush her; she clutches a fistful of your shirt, and you gently run your fingers through her hair before quickly stopping; the white locks were all knotted up, so you’d have to work them out when you got home. 

you look up at the sound of footsteps, and your heart aches as you see the way the hybrid before you walks forward with his head and tail tucked down, no doubt mourning the loss of a sister he didn’t know he’d be going home with. 

“and what’s his name?” you ask softly, eyeing the green catboy with warm eyes. 

“izuku,” the unnamed manager responds, and he pushes the catboy forward. you get an eyeful, and your eyes harden; there was no way this catboy was sixteen, he couldn’t be older than fourteen — just like eri couldn’t be older than four. this shelter was lying about the ages of the hybrids in their care. 

“well izuku, are you ready to come home with me and eri?” you ask kindly, and his head shoots up, his eyes wide in surprise. they fill with tears as they land on eri sleeping in your arms, and his pretty green curls bob wildly as he nods hard. you smile softly at him and beckon him over. “come on over, then.” you don’t have to tell him twice; at the invitation he’s at your side in seconds, beaming up at you and investigating his sleeping little sister excitedly. its unfortunate that you have to interrupt him, but your hands are full so you have no means of grabbing your wallet from the counter. “do you think you could grab my wallet, izuku?” you ask him gently. 

“yes!” he replies softly, careful not to wake eri, and he grabs it, even putting it in your backpack for you. you nod appreciatively at him, now fully ignoring the manager, who seems offended ( but you don’t care ).

“alright, let’s head out now!” you say warmly, and he grabs the back of your shirt instinctively as you turn. it surprises you, and his eye widen and ears flatten against his head when he realizes. 

“i’m really sorry,” he whispers, sounding scared, and you just cup one of his cheeks in your hand before taking his hand and guiding it back to the hem of your shirt. 

“if you want to hold my shirt, izuku, i promise i don’t mind,” you say, and he brightens up a little at the sight of the honesty in your eyes. you smile at him and toss your head in the direction of the parking lot. “now let's get the two of you home; i want to introduce the two of you to shouta.”

you both walk to the car. “who’s shouta?” izuku asks quietly as you buckle eri up in a car seat, careful of her little fluffy tail, and you let out a soft chuckle. 

“you’ll see.”

the last ten hours had been hell for shouta. 

he’d cried for nearly an hour after you left, but eventually his eyes had dried, and he’d just remained curled up beneath his mountain of bedding. the betrayal of you adopting a younger cat hybrid in his place still stung as freshly as it had the moment he’d first heard, but it didn’t incite tears or anger. at this point he’d forced himself to come to terms with it — he was old, he was crippled, and most importantly, he was not human. it didn’t matter that the two of you had shared a bed for the last five years, or that he’d become more than a roommate with a tail in the last four; he was just too old, too fucked up, and too different. 

he left his hidey hole in the bedroom after about four hours, padding into the living room then turning on the tv and curling up in his favorite spot on the massive sectional; he may as well enjoy his last couple of hours living the cushy life before he was tossed out. 

the next several hours pass this way, and before long it’s approaching 10pm, and as bitter as he is shouta can’t help but feel worried; he’d heard you say it was only around an hour and a half long drive to and from your destination, so why were you gone so long? it had been almost half an entire day. 

speak of the devil, he thinks darkly, his ears flicking back towards the front door as your keys turn in the lock and you push it open. immediately your familiar scent fills his nose, and he almost lets out a relaxed purr on instinct until the smells of two unfamiliar cat hybrids fill his nose, one a kitten and the other a juvenile. 

his eyes narrow. so just one cat wasn’t enough? shouta was so useless that he was being replaced by two younger cats? 

a low growl sounds under his breath, and he hears you in the foyer talking to one or both of the newcomers. “shhh, it’s okay! that’s just shouta, sweetheart, he’s nice, i promise — he’s just a bit of a grumpy old man.” another growl slips out, and shouta smells your scent change to a nervous one — not for long though, considering you’re leading the two intruders elsewhere in the house. 

“stay here in the dining room, please,” he hears you ask them, “i need to talk with shouta really quickly.” your footsteps begin to echo closer and closer to where he was laying, and shouta’s blood runs cold; this was it. this would be the moment you told him to leave. 

tears he’d thought he’d rid himself of sting at his eyes once again as you appear in the doorway, and he buries his face in a fluffy pillow he liked to use during his naps. he swallows hard as your footsteps grow closer and closer, then flinches when you sit down behind him. “shouta,” you murmur softly, putting a hand on his back, and he fights the urge to shake you off. “shouta, we need to talk.”

“no,” he mumbles into the pillow, his voice low and threatening — at least, it would be if you were anyone else. you just sigh and get up before lifting his upper body and sliding under, his head now in your lap and your fingers combing through his inky black hair. 

“shouta, i doubt you remember, but you mentioned several times in your sleep about wanting kittens.” his tail, formerly lashing behind him from nerves, stills, and he waits for you to continue. “i thought about it for a few months, thinking about how a little one would fit and how she’d potentially make things less lonely around here whenever i head in to work, and then made up my mind when a news report about a series of abused hybrids came on television while you were sleeping — god, sho, the most beautiful little kittengirl was rescued, and she was scared to death. i went the next day to the shelter she was in, and they said she was available and let me meet her — i  looked in her eyes and just knew she belonged with us.”

the bitter feeling in shouta’s chest dissolves, and in its place blossoms a warmth he’d not expected. you’d adopted a kitten… for him? for the both of you? he was practically vibrating in your hold now. 

“i went today and got her, and while i was there i found out that she was in a bonded pair; she had an adopted older brother that the manager hadn’t told me about, and they’d planned on separating them,” a cold feeling of fury blooms within him, but he continues listening. “it wasn’t the plan, but i took them both; they’re in the dining room now. the little girl is still sleeping, but her big brother hasn’t closed his eyes since he stepped out of the building.”

shouta sits up now, his dark eyes locking with yours, and you smile softly until he speaks. “thought — thought you were getting rid of me,” he whispers, and your eyes widen. throwing your arms around him, you tug him close. 

“i would never, shouta, i fucking swear,” you reply shakily, then laugh a little. “doesn’t matter what you say or do, you’re stuck with me forever now.”

he chuckles and sits up more, pressing his forehead to yours and bumping your noses together affectionately — but the dark lust in his eyes is anything but soft as he flips you both over and covers your body with his own. 

“i-! sh-shouta!” you gasp, and he nips at your jawline before kissing you deeply. you melt into it, closing your eyes and saviring the feeling of him against you before he pulls away and notches his face against yours again. 

“if you wanted kittens,” he purrs lowly, his pupils blown, “you could have just asked me.”

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[cheesus-doodles]

thoughts on Izana with an S/O whos adopted?

Would he have any resentment or jealousy since s/o was adopted and had a good childhood?

i lied i haven’t started on anything else because my head is still too full of izzy ahhh my boy my bb boy

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I highly doubt that Izzy would be resentful or jealous of you, not in the slightest. You are the sun to his earth. If anything, this boy would see the fact that both of you were adopted to be a sign from the universe that the clearly, the two of you were meant to be together. Either way, once Izzy has latched on, he doesn't have any plans to let go.

But what this boy despises with all his being would be your adopted family.

Interestingly enough, Izzy doesn't actually have a problem with you growing up in comfort and love, because you wouldn't be as perfect as you are today. Simply can't bear to imagine you having to live a life of hardship, violence and backstabbing like he had. Yet at the same time, this white-haired boy absolutely resents the same fact that your adopted family had 'sheltered' you as much as they had, and had provided a loving and comfortable childhood for you to grow up in, unlike what he had to suffer through.

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Izzy resents that your adoptive parents had a close relationship with you, and you with them, hates that you have an attachment to them despite knowing that you were merely adopted. That they had provided you with the support you need to always have an out from him, a way to escape his grasps, someone waiting for you on the outside. You shouldn't have any relationship outside of him - he was all you needed, all you would ever need.

In his mind, it will always be none other than your adoptive family's fault that you would never truly understand him and the hellish childhood he had: being abandoned in an institution, finding out his own mother hates him, having to lose Shinichiro to Mikey. No, they were only treating you so well and so nicely because they were out to get him, to take you away from him, like how Shinichiro was stolen from him. If only those shitheads hadn't had such a soft heart, Izzy wouldn't be stuck in this position for having to break your heart for you so that you learn to rely solely on him.

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This baby boy would do anything to make you return his love and cling on to him as much as he does to you, because Izzy isn't sure how he can keep going if you ever left him - there was no life or future without you, no reason to keep breathing. No doubt that one of the ways he would use would be to hold your comparatively privileged childhood over you to emotionally manipulative you.

Constantly reminding you of how much better you had it compared to him whenever he felt that you were trying to stray away, how privileged and comfortable your childhood was, and that you must be looking down on him for having to live it rough. And that yes because you had this and that that your kind adoptive parents generously gifted to you, therefore you would never understand. You didn't know how much he suffered, and you must hate him, but if you really loved him you would do this for him.

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You would never understand the sort of hurt he had to go through, but that was alright: this white-haired baby boy isn't prepared to let you live through that sort of pain. The two of you will never be lonely ever. But before he could give you the world for the two of you to live out his dream life together, Izzy had to first punish your adoptive parents for what they had done to him. Has them killed in a manner that would seemed like it was an accident as early as he can pull it off, because even though he would like to see them tortured, he would rather not have you find out and run from him.

And then of course he will be there at your side to lend you a shoulder to cry on once the dust had settled. You would be his and entirely his - isolated, alone, and with nowhere else to go. Don't you understand? Izzy will love you more than your so-called family ever will: he was your one and only true family after all.

[flyinghassassin]

Do you love her more than me?

Summary: "Are you cheating on me?"/ "What? I could never."

Word count: 1800ish

Warnings: Angst-y,fluff,no beta'd 'cos Im sick

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"We can't let Natasha know," Wanda said, panting.

"I know Wanda, I know, but I don't want to lie to her face," you answered, panting as well.

"It's the only way." "If Natasha ever finds out, she'll be so fucking mad at us."

"Just go faster, okay?" "Now we shouldn't be thinking about her."

"I'm going as fast as I can."

"I'll grab your hand so you go faster; we can't miss the bus!" You said,grabbing Wanda's hand and walking faster,making her follow you.

"I see the bus stop, Y/N; it's there," said Wanda, pointing to the sign marking the bus stop.

Just then, you saw the bus start to approach, so you pulled Wanda's hand and started to run faster, managing to get to the bus in time.

You quickly went to the back of the bus and gasped for breath.

"I really hope Nat likes the surprise, or I'll kick your ass for almost dislocating my shoulder," said Wanda, rubbing the affected area.

"I'm sure she'll love it. A puppy is precious. When she grows up, she can play with Fanny!" You said, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

"It would be nice to see them play," said Wanda, smiling. "But that doesn't take away from the fact that you owe me one for almost ripping my shoulder out."

"Sure, Wanda, I'll buy you lunch tomorrow. Anyhow, we had already planned to meet up."

"Sounds good to me," hummed Wanda in agreement.

"Well, the animal shelter is a bit far away, so it will still be a while before we get there."

"It's okay.  "Get some rest, Y/N; you look like a truck ran over you."

"Ha,ha, ha, very funny, Wanda," you said sarcastically. "Having to do three reports in one night is not a very beneficial thing for my sleep schedule."

"Your sleep schedule is nonexistent."

You grumbled and leaned your head on Wanda's shoulder.

"Wake me up when we're getting there."

Wanda nodded and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"Rest."

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You were awakened by Wanda's insistent shaking.

"Wake up; we're about to arrive."

You grunted and rubbed your eyes in an attempt to wake up.

"Look Y/N,the kennel is that way," said Wanda, pointing at a colorful sign. "Quite a colorful sign; it certainly catches the eye," she added, smiling.

"Yes," you replied. "Now all I need to do is drink coffee and look at those little fur balls."

When you reached the bus stop, you got off the bus and headed for the kennel.

Once inside, you got a coffee from the machine while you waited for the owner to show up.

"You must be Wanda and Y/N, right?" said a friendly voice. "I'm Linda; welcome to Little Paws Kennel; come on in and we'll show you the animals we have for adoption," said Linda, gesturing for you to follow her.

With a set of keys,she opened a door,and you entered a large outdoor courtyard where the dogs were playing.

"Wanda,look how cute they are!" You said, tugging at her arm "They are the cutest thing I've ever seen".

"I thought the cutest thing you've ever seen was me," said Wanda with false sadness.

"You're close," you replied, giving her a kiss on the cheek and making Wanda smile. "Which one do you think Nat will like the best?"

"How about that golden retriever over there?" "I think they'd make a good pair; Nat can be very grumpy, and the dog is a ball of energy."

"Totally!" you said, laughing. "They'll make an excellent couple."

You walked over to the little dog and started petting her.

"Hi little guy, would you like to come home with me? You'll have a great time." You smiled, stroking her soft fur and making the dog bark excitedly and lick your hands. "Look, Wanda, I think she likes me!"

Wanda laughed and came up next to you to pet the dog.

"So you chose her?" said Linda. "Excellent; she's one of our smallest dogs. Her mother died recently,so she could use someone to be with."

You nodded and took the dog in your arms, carrying it to the counter to formalize the whole process.

Once you were finished, you put him in his carrier and went to the bus stop to go home.

"You take the dog, Wands; I want it to be a surprise."

Wanda nodded, and you waited for the bus to arrive.

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After a while, you came home and opened the door.

"Nat, honey, I'm home!" you shouted.

When there was no answer, you went to the kitchen and looked to see if you could see her. You didn't see her, but there was a tupperware with a note stuck to it and food inside.

You uncovered the tupperware, and the smell of food flooded your nostrils. You grabbed the note and read it:

"Y/N,detka I left this for you. Homemade food,just the kind you like

You smiled and went to the bathroom to change into more comfortable clothes for dinner. You quickly finished the food Natasha had made for you and left the tupperware in the sink.

You went to the living room to see if you could see her,and you could. She was lying on the couch with a blanket covering half of her body while snoring lightly.

"Hello, my love," you said, kissing her forehead.

Natasha hummed and pulled you closer.

"It took you long enough to come; were you too entertained by work?"

"Uhm yeah" you stammered "work can be a bitch".

"Tell me about it," Natasha laughed. "Fury has an obsession with making me fill out reports."

"You want to go to bed? It's better than sleeping on the couch."

"I don't want to get up," Natasha grumbled.

"Don't worry about it," you said, scooping her up in your arms and carrying her to the bed.

You opened the door with your foot and tucked her into bed while you lay down next to her.

"Good night, Nat. Sleep well," you said, giving her a kiss.

"Good night, detka."

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"You should stop sending so much work to Y/N,Fury; yesterday they came home super late and they looked really tired."

"Natasha, yesterday Y/N asked for the day off." They said they had "business to attend to." "Didn't they tell you?"

"Uhh, no, they might have forgotten,although it's not something they usually do."

"Ask them. Natasha,I have to leave you; I have business to attend to," said Fury, hanging up.

Natasha frowned. It wasn't like you forgot to tell her those things. If you had a day off, you liked to spend it together.

"Y/N,detka, "Fury just told me you didn't go to work yesterday."

"Ehh,that's right. Sorry,  honey, I was wrong," you said, moving closer to her to give her a kiss. "I wasn't very focused."

Natasha nodded and kissed you back.

"We can eat together today."

"Uh,sorry Nat,I promised Wanda I'd eat with her today."

"Oh, ok, no worries," Natasha said.

You nodded and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"I'll see you later," you said, leaving your house.

Natasha couldn't get rid of the insecurity coursing through her veins.

First you didn't tell her you had the day off, then you went to lunch with Wanda, and you'd been more distant for a couple of days, which made Natasha a little afraid.

On a hunch, she decided to call Fury.

"Hey, Fury, do you know if Wanda took the day off yesterday too?"

"Mmh,let me see... Yes, she did. She said she had to do certain things. She wasn't very specific. Why do you ask?"

"No reason, thanks, Fury," Natasha said, and she hung up the phone.

Were you cheating on her? Natasha couldn't help but let her mind think the worst. Her insecurities and her fear that you would leave her for Wanda were growing. She sighed and went to bed. She climbed into bed,seeking comfort in sleep.

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Meanwhile, you were at Wanda's house, playing with the little puppy, stroking her hair, and sorting out all the toys you had bought for her.

"Y/N, I think we've overdone it; we've bought her too many things."

"Don't say that, Wands. How can you say no to such a little face?" you said, holding the dog so she could see how cute she was.

"You're right." Wanda smiled slightly. "Her secret weapon is being too cute".

"This afternoon we'll take her to Nat; I'm sure she'll love her".

"Let's hope so."

Hours passed until it was time to present the dog to Natasha.

In a bag, they put all the toys, while Wanda hid her in her backpack, leaving it slightly open so that the puppy could breathe.

You went upstairs smiling, grabbing Wanda's shoulder, and laughing at the jokes she made.

You opened the door and met Natasha, who was looking at you seriously.

"Hey, hi love, what's up?" You said it nervously.

"Hi Y/N," replied Natasha. "Wanda," she said, greeting her with a nod,which she returned with a wave of her hand.

"Another day off with Wanda, huh? It seems a little strange to me."

"What are you talking about, Nat? Wanda is my friend," you defended yourself.

"Oh yeah? And why are you so late because Wanda takes the same days off as you? Why have you been so distant for a few days?" said Natasha, on the verge of tears.

"Nat, it's not what you think; Wanda and I are nothing."

"And you expect me to believe that? You've been super weird for days; what do you expect me to believe,huh? That I don't..."

Her voice was cut off by a bark.

"What's that?" asked Natasha.

"It was going to be a surprise for you, Nat," you said, pulling the puppy out of the backpack. "Happy first anniversary," you added, handing her the dog. "Wanda and I were just getting everything ready."

Natasha looked on the verge of tears.

"I'm sorry! "I thought you were cheating on me, that you didn't love me anymore," she said, tears starting to well up in her eyes.

The puppy didn't seem to like that and started licking her face, trying to cheer her up, which caused a chuckle.

"You're so cute,little girl," she said, stroking his fur gently.

"I'll leave you two lovebirds alone; enjoy the dog," said Wanda. "See you."

Once Wanda had left, Natasha rushed over to you, hugging you tightly.

"I'm sorry,really, detka. I thought you didn't love me anymore,that I wasn't enough for you."

"Hey,hey, don't say that, Nat; you're amazing; I love you; and it would never cross my mind to hurt you."

Natasha nuzzled against your chest,seeking comfort in your warmth.

"What name would you like to give her, Nat?"

"How about Festus? "It's Latin for festive,because the surprise made me really happy."

"You're such a nerd," you said, laughing and hugging her. "I think it's a perfect name, sweetie."

Natasha smiled.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Nat."

Festus barked

"We love you too, little one".

[michiviv]

flufftober, day 1 : lost pet meet cute, t. kuroo > kuroo is jealous of cute girls with cute dogs

warnings: fem! reader, two mentions of Miju, dogs, so many dog mentions

authors note: i've rewritten this like five times (dramatic) (this also does infact go down in quality)

it was a crisp autumn afternoon in the neighborhood park, with golden leaves crunching underfoot as Kuroo Tetsuro strolled casually, enjoying the fading warmth of the sun. His mind was occupied with thoughts of the upcoming volleyball tournament, but he found solace in the serene surroundings.

the orange leaves, the cold but not too cold weather and the people strolling along the park. as he himself wandered through the park he walked past the dog park area, seeing all the dogs run back and forth forth while chasing a ball and trying to prevent the other dogs from taking it.

it was no secret that kuroo loves dogs, specially big dogs. if he could he would have at least three. he already had them named too; apollo, cinnamon and orion. one would be a huge fluffy dog, the other two a more short haired athletic dog.

he could already imagine his life with them. he'd adopt the fluffy dog, maybe an elder and spend his time doting for him and caring for him. taking him on walks along the park, perfect for this weather. however he'd go on runs with the other two, knowing as they were younger they'd need more activity to be content. when they went to play in the park he'd throw one really far for them to chase while the elder dog got a ball much closer to them; he was getting weak.

yaku was tired of hearing it too, he always went on and on that when he was in college he'd get a dog, and how during the weekend he went to the shelter and the dogs were the cutes and he pitied not being able to do more for them.

however, it was a secret that he was quite jealous of those who had the luxury to have big dogs. hell— even if they weren't big dogs he was still jealous; he wanted a dog to dote on. someone to accompany him on his morning runs, to greet him when he got home.

suddenly, a blur of flash dashed past him, startling him out of his reverie. "wait! max!" a voice called out behind him, he turned around to face the voice and all he could see was a beautiful brown golden dashing towards him at full speed; behind the dog he could see, you, the dogs owner, running after him.

suddenly there was one thing he was more jealous than people with dogs: beautiful girls with beautiful dogs.

at his lack of attention the dog jumped on kuroo, causing him to stumble back but not fall.

"max!" you called again, your voice verging on a scold, however the lack of breath made your voice lack the bite it needed to have effect. his eyes couldn't help but wonder from the dog now in his arms to you— your cheeks flushed slightly from the chase, yours eyes midly exasperated but equally affectionate.

"i'm so sorry!" you apologized, grabbing the leash and pulling on it to pull max off kuroo. "he's not usually like this."

kuroo laughs a little and shakes his head, "no worries, he's a friendly guy, isn't he?" kuroo cooed, kneeling to scratch behind his ear.

you sighed and shook your head, "yeah, he can be a handful... but he likes making new friends."

kuroo chuckled, brushing his knees before standing up. "i can tell. he's a cutie."

he could tell from the look on your face that you were relieved he wasn't mad at you for your dog's behavior. "thank you, for understanding. i'm Miju, and as you already you know, this is max." you introduced both of you, max barking in response to his name causing you both to laugh.

"kuroo, kuroo tetsuro." he introduced himself, his usual confident smile now adorning his face. "it's a pleasure to meet you both."

"likewise." you smiled, "do you have a dog?"

"Not yet, but I plan to be," Kuroo admitted, his eyes lighting up at the thought. "I've always wanted a big dog, actually three of them. I've already got names picked out—Apollo, Cinnamon, and Orion."

"Those are lovely names... and a lot of dogs" you remarked.

"what can i say, i'm an overachiever." kuroo gloated, crossing his arms.

"athlete?"

"yep! volleyball player."

"i can tell. you carry yourself with the same confidence as one i know."

kuroo grinned, intrigued. "Oh really? And who might that be?"

"A cousin of mine, he's also a volleyball player. You all seem to have that same determined aura," you replied with a chuckle.

"Well, we do have to be pretty focused and driven," Kuroo admitted. "Especially with tournaments coming up."

"oh yeah, you're all competing for a ticket to nationals, right?"

"yep. we're still doing preliminaries right now though." kuroo clarified, "it's nice to take a break and enjoy the park, though."

"yeah, this park is great for unwinding," you agreed. "max loves it here, too."

Kuroo glanced at Max, who was now sitting calmly at your feet. "I can see why. It's a beautiful place."

You both stood there for a moment, enjoying the tranquility of the park and the unexpected pleasant conversation.

"I should probably get going," you said reluctantly, giving Max's leash a gentle tug. "It was really nice meeting you, Kuroo."

"Nice meeting you too, Miju," he replied, feeling a bit of disappointment as you turned to leave. "Maybe I'll see you around here again sometime... or during a tournament?"

"I'd like that," you said, smiling warmly. "Good luck with your tournament!"

"Thanks," Kuroo called after you. "And take care of Max!"

As you walked away, Kuroo couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. the park, the leaves, and even the volleyball tournament seemed a little less significant now compared to the chance of another encounter with you.

*** bonus:

"suguru!" a familiar voice called out to the man in front of him, however kuroo also turned to look, recognizing the voice faintly. surprised by the person now infront of him.

"someone is going to steal your phone." you reprimanded, handing him his phone back.

"Miju?" kuroo asked, bewildered but also amused to be seeing you at the preliminaries. "didn't think i'd be seeing you so soon again. how's max?"

you turned to face him, a warm smile grazing your features as you recognized him, "kuroo. max is good, jumping on less people now." you joked, causing him to chuckle softly.

the face on daisho's face was currently worth a million bucks as he saw his cousin interact with his rival with such familiarity. "this wasn't the guy?"

"this was him," she confirmed, meeting kuroo's gaze. "i told you he jumped on a volleyball player."

kuroo's eyes glanced to daisho and back to you, a mischievous smirk on his face now, "hey, if i beat your cousin in this match will you go on a date with me?"

christ, seeing daisho choke on his saliva was worth all the embarrassment he was feeling right now. he could feel the eyes of everyone, but was relieved when you laughed and nodded, "sure, but only if you beat him."

"you can't go out with him!" suguru argued

"don't worry, daisho, i'll treat your cousin right. i'll bring her home before 10."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for calling animal control to take my moms dogs?

look. hear me out.

when my mom and i were originally planning on moving, i told her no dogs. she could have any animal she wants, but i will not, under any circumstances, live with a dog. i told her she can wait till our elderly cat passes away (hes 18), and until i move out. ive never had good experiences living with dogs. yes, i know, its because of the owners not training them. im saying, in no uncertain terms, that my mom would be too lazy to train a dog. like i love this woman with my whole entire heart but i know her well enough to know she would give up after two weeks. and then i would be stuck living with a potentially destructive animal.

so what did she do literally a week after we had this conversation? adopt a stray. a pregnant stray. shes a big dog too. my mom is a full time caretaker for my grandparents, and she found the dog wandering around the neighborhood. so she started feeding the dog. and then the dog had 12 puppies. you read that right. TWELVE. PUPPIES. she managed to adopt out 7 of them, but she still has 5 out at my grandparents house, plus dogmom, AND dogdad. my mother has also adopted who we think is the father of the puppies.

i will say she is doing her best to care for the parents and the puppies. she spends most of her time in the yard with them, and she built a pen for the puppies that gives them a ton of room to run around whenever shes not there. they have blankets and she built a roof over the half of the pen where their beds are and she feeds them plenty.

the biggest issue i have with it is all the broken promises. she said she would take them to our local hardware store to set up an adoption table for them several months ago, when they were still small. never happened. this is something that this hardware store does frequently, to help lower the amount of strays in the area. my mom just chose not to do it. every opportunity to adopt them out or send them to a no-kill shelter that has come her way, she has chosen not to take, just because she doesnt want to make the effort.

here arises the main issue. we are down in texas, and there is supposed to be a freeze incoming in just a few days. a major freeze, like the one that knocked out our power grid back in 2021. and my mom has 7 outside dogs who are not allowed inside, as my grandparents are elderly and disabled. theyre not allowed at home either, since we still have our old ass cat and we arent allowed to have extra animals, as per our lease. and it would be hard to hide seven large dogs, anyway.

im concerned that if i dont do something, they will freeze to death out there. blankets can only do so much, and if theyre taken to an animal control shelter, maybe theyll at least have heating? and if the power does go out, theyll at least be safe from the elements. i know animal control is probably evil and calling them is likely a death sentence for an animal too. but the way i see it, its either animal control or die out in the cold.

this is literally the situation that those really depressing ASPCA commercials were written about, except this is my life.

so, WIBTA for calling animal control to take my moms dogs?

What are these acronyms?

[thewisaaaaad]

AAAAAND here's a bit more from Narinders Locker AU!

this time its about spooky cat himself, along with the failed vessel!

Narinder is very much the same, but instead wears a white coat with a red stripe down the middle. They are still a half skeletal cat, but his chains do not strictly keep him in place; the other captains just chained him to four anchors and threw him into the sea, after all. So he just drags himself across the seabed, looking through wreckages and searching for adventure with his two adopted demigods.

The lamb always knows where to find him, though. The crown makes a very handy compass.

Narinder loves fighting, more than everything else. Everything except his morals. When he was mortal, he loved to start bar fights, especially in defense of people who could not protect themselves. When he ascended to godhood with his family, it was his and Shamuras idea to include an oath to protect the mortals of the sea, to watch over them and not use them as tools, so as not to become the very gods they had set out to slay.

Narinder knows that one day he will no longer be a god. As per the oath, a Captain is chosen by their crew, not the other way around. And the lamb has a naturally magnetic personality, and a drive that pulls faithful crew to their side. One day, when the Captains have fallen, he will challenge them to a duel. He will naturally give up his godhood, but wants to go out on his terms: a blaze of glory, a legendary fight that the crew will talk of forever more. That will be his immortality, as his soul gets to rejoin his family in the deep.

But that isn't what happens, of course; the Thing in the Moon has other plans for their lost champion.

Ratau is an old bartender at this point, running a lonely tavern on an island far from the Captains strongholds. He holds on to the old Iron Veil, beached deep in the forest of the island he retired on, hidden within a lake at the center.

He has a sailors tongue, and passes the time playing nucklebones with his trader friends, when they come to visit.

When the small sloop loaded with woolly refugees docked at the lonely island, Ratau welcomed them with open arms, inviting them to stay the night at no cost. The sheep, exhausted from running, gladly took shelter with the unaligned tavern master.

While there, a young sheep took interest in his craft, and Ratau taught them many things, including a couple knife tricks to help defend their family.

Imagine their surprise when they see that same sheep show up at his bar in an empty ship once belonging to the green Captain, drenched and dripping seawater on his floor, bearing the red crown.

Both of them took time to mourn that day, and the Lamb has returned many times since.

[shytastemakerthing]

Giyuu finding a poor child reader who obviously malnourished, abused and scared and feeling horrible takes them in. After the child gets healed at the butterfly estate Giyuu adopted them Angst with a happy ending

Hello! Thank you so much for your request! I had quite a few different ideas when it came to this ask so I hope the one that I settled for is to your liking. Enjoy!

Tw: Mentions of past abuse, neglect, and trauma, man eating demons

Pairing: Platonic!Child reader and Giyuu Tomioka

It hadn't been more than a week ago when you had stumbled down the stairs of the old and decrepit building that you had called home, hearing the sounds of screams, unlike the usual ones that would come from mother and father fighting once again. Then to be met with the strong scent of iron, your blood running cold as you saw the mutilated bodies of what used to be your parents, a demon crouched over them, tearing into the remaining flesh. When most children would scream upon a sight, seeing their own family ripped to shreds and being eaten by such a monster, you were dull to the sensation, in a way, you believed it was karma coming after them at last.

The demon, perhaps too interested in its newfound meal, paid you no mind, allowing you to easily walk from the home, for the first time in, well, you weren't exactly sure. It had been a while. You were never allowed to play outside with the other children, and they never came to visit either.

For hours and hours you had walked, the cold nipping at your bare toes and rag covered form, dirt sticking to any available skin it could latch onto, your stomach growled, begging for nutrients as you scavenged for what could possibly be even remotely edible. And so it continued on. Sleeping where you could find shelter, eating any leftovers you could find, drinking water from puddles or rain barrels. You were cold, hungry, in pain from your head to your toes.... you were alone.

But fate seemed to have other plans for you.

The dark clouds hung in the sky, a harsh rain pouring down feeling like needles against your skin. The usually busy streets were empty, everyone seeking refuge from the storm and no business would allow you inside given your state. But, help came in the form of a stranger. A man clad in a patterned haori. Red on one side, green and yellow on the other. And he knelt down in front of your shivering form, instantly causing you to recoil back, Adults only brought you pain in your life. The beatings still fresh within your mind, and you could see a strange look pass through his eyes, his hand extending out towards you, before he spoke.

"It's alright, I'm not here to hurt you. Would you like some help?" His words seemed..... soothing, and you weren't sure if you could trust him or not. You had seen this before. Mother would be the same way. Nice. And then things got bad again. But, he didn't exactly seem like mother. No, his words were nice, his words were calm. His words were warm.

You couldn't stop the hot tears beginning to boil in your eyes, feeling them slide down your cheeks. When was the last time anyone asked if you had needed help? Picking up on the emerging tears, you were picked up by the man, his hold firm, but warm, and for once in your life, you knew what it was like to feel peace.

Giyuu could only stand transfixed as the small child curled into his arms, seeming to nestle their head into the warmth of his uniform, eyes falling heavy before they eventually closed, their breaths evening out as sleep overcame them. The state of this child, who could be no more than six, maybe even seven, their life had not been easy. He could easily feel just how light they were, the state of their clothing naught but rags, hair knotted, and from what he could see through the rags of their clothing, old injuries still in a state of healing. He couldn't leave them. Not when they desperately needed help, leading him to the only place where he knew for certain that they would feel safe, where they would get the care it is that they need.

News within the Butterfly Mansion spread rather swiftly as soon as Giyuu had made it through the doors, the small child still nestled and sleeping within his harms. Even when he tried to lay them down for Shinobu to properly examine the state of their injuries, it was noticed that the child clung onto him much tighter, face turning into a small grimace.

"It seems that they've taken a liking to you. You said you found them huddled alone in an alley?" For once, Shinobu didn't see the need to pester the water breather, which he was grateful for at the current time. The child was more important.

"Indeed. In their state, I doubt they have any proper care at any point in their life. This state of malnourishment simply doesn't happen over night and much of their injuries are older."

Giyuu seemed to hold the child much closer to him, taking over a more keen look at their state. To think that someone could actually treat a child in such a manner, it made him sick. What mattered now is that they could get this child properly cared for.

When you awoke again, the air was warmer, and the room smelled of wisteria. In a panic, your body was quick to remind you that you were still quite injured, but the feeling of something rather soft also drew your attention.

The futon you laid on was soft and comfortable, a stark contrast to the cold hard streets you had been used to, and then the wooden floor before that. Simple sleepwear now covers your small form, and your skin, it was clean. You couldn't see a single speck of dirt, your hair felt light and fluffy.

You began to feel as if this was some sort of paradise, a dream that was far too good to be true, but the sound of someone walking within the room quickly grabbed your attention and that was when you saw the same man from the day before. At least, you thought it was the day before.

His face was just as calm as when you first saw him, and in his hands, resides a steaming bowl of what looked to be a broth of sorts, one that caused your stomach to growl loudly at the delicious smell, one that caused a hint of a smile to come to the mans face as he sat down next to you.

"Wh...wh-where am I? Who are you?" It was perhaps the first set of words you had said in some time, your throat feeling dry, and words hoarse after finally being used once. It was then that the man sat down next to the futon that you still sat on.

"I am Giyuu, Giyuu Tomioka, and you are in the Butterfly Mansion. As soon as I was holding you, you had fallen fast asleep, so, I brought you here, where you would be safe. My... coworkers, I guess you could call them, helped me get you all cleaned up. Now, let's get something in that belly of yours before we talk some more, alright?" You eye the bowl that he held in his hands, before looking back to him. A part of you wanted to believe that this was too good to be true, but it was something that just felt as if this was right, that this was real, and thus, you nodded your head.

Letting him use the spoon to bring the broth to your mouth, it was very close to making you cry again. It was delicious, it was warm, it made your body relax even more. More and more spoonfuls were given until the broth was completely gone, and your belly felt full for the first time in ages. It was better than anything else you've ever had before.

Feeling the tears come back once more, you sniffed softly before finding yourself holding onto Giyuu, the man that found you, that took care of you, and had done more for you in the span of a single day than your own parents did in so many years. Was this what life is really supposed to be like?

You could feel his arms stiffen just a bit before he held onto you. keeping your small body close. Unknown to you, you had managed to warm your way right into his heart in all of a day, and he knew from here, he only trusted himself to be able to take care of you. And something everyone else had already seen, you had already latched onto him, even if only in your sleep. You finally felt safe. No words needed to be spoken, he may not be your biological father, but he would care for you and raise you as a father truly should.

Giyuu knew that you had a rather long road ahead of you. Your life had not been easy, but from this moment on, he vowed to himself that he would take care of you, to give you the life that you truly deserve. You knew that things would be much better for you now, with your new father, you would never have to be afraid again.

Requests are open!

[henrysglock]

Do you think there is any "logical" explanation why 001 killed the other lab kids? Assuming it was truly his own will ofc

There are plenty of logical explanations why One, is he's truly Henry and vice versa, may have killed the lab children—and I've talked about them before—but I’ll never pass up a chance to discuss the impossibility of Henry’s situation.

Let’s start with feasibility of escape. There were 16 children in the lab, including El. Henry is one man, and while he may be something of a one-man army, he's still just one man. To orchestrate that kind of escape, he's need to organize all the children without Brenner finding out. That means no tattling, no questions, no snitching, and complete, unwavering trust. It also means Henry would not only have to defend himself, but he'd also have to defend all the children as well. Against military police, mind you. That's 17 backs to watch simultaneously.

In short: It's just not feasible to expect Henry to be able to successfully free all the lab children.

And even if he did manage it, he himself didn't make it past sixth grade. He's running on a 12 year old's education, no job history, no savings, no credit, no house. He has absolutely nothing. It would be a stretch for him just to care for himself, let alone El. Let alone fifteen more children on top of El. Children who are not socialized, who don't seem to have ever been outside, let alone introduced to larger society. They all have superpowers. And some of them (Two-Five) are proven to be unruly/they have attitude and violence problems. How are they supposed to live? What would their quality of life be? Even if they made it far away from the lab—every lab, because this is the CIA we're talking about—what are the chances these children end up in prisons? Or worse?

In short: It’s not ethical to subject the lab children to a life of destitute poverty, especially when they’re currently being cared for (steady sources of food, water, shelter, and a weird-but-normalized type of affection).

So, what then? Leave them behind and take off with El?

I guess, but let's discuss that. Say Henry runs off with El. He goes straight to the police. Do they take him seriously? Do they arrest him and hand El over to CPS—see: Benny Hammond? And if they do take him seriously, what are the chances that the police get steamrolled by staties and told to stay away from the case? (see: S1)

What are the chances Henry and El get recaptured?

In short: It’s not a safe bet to go to the police, and it comes at the expense of his own safety, with consideration for the fact that he seems to have been the only orderly who had any plans to help any of the children escape.

So then let's say they just run. They run and run and change their names and scrape by in Canada or something.

What about the children in the lab? Would Brenner not just start over with a new One? Would he not just pick right up where he left off?

Henry is an empathetic person. To a fault, I'd say. It would gut him to leave the children behind in a situation that he himself could no longer tolerate, just for them to be killed off when they're no longer useful or the program gets defunded. What's better? Decades of suffering and the continuation of the program, or an unexpected death that takes less than twenty seconds?

In short: It’s not ethical to leave the children behind, either.

This should be something of a no-brainer, then. He can't free them. He can't save them. He won't leave them behind to suffer.

Henry's hands are tied. Kobayashi maru. The humane thing to do is give them a quick death.

There's one more point I want to discuss, though.

Why is it Henry's responsibility to sacrifice, adopt, and care for children he never asked for?

These children are not ones he's saddled with because he couldn't spare half a thought for wrapping his dick. These are non-consensually created children, not to mention the children who aren't his at all. This is like telling a woman who was raped that she has to keep the baby and raise it. And we all agree that that's a horrific thing to do.

So why is it different for Henry?

Why is this responsibility his to bear? Why is it his fault? Why does he need to explain himself? Why should he be expected to save and raise 16 children who should never have existed in the first place?

Say he just straight up didn't want to be saddled with the children, but he was too gutted by the thought of Brenner doing to them what he did to him to leave them alive.

That's also a logical and valid reason.

The death of the lab children isn't as illogical and sadistic as everyone makes it out to be. Trust.

(And honestly, as a closing note: The children were just lucky he was kind to them, as an orderly. It's well within his rights to be a frigid cunt to them. They were lucky he was the friendly orderly, despite the circumstances. He didn't want them. They're constant reminders of all the bullshit that's been done to them. He could have just ignored them...or worse. He could have been cruel to the children, could have resented them, could have taken that resentment out on them while they were alive, could have wanted them to feel a fraction of the pain he's been subjected to since he was 12. He could have tortured them, during the massacre. But he didn't. If we consider NINA as something straightforward, then the whole thing took only a few minutes. He wasn't wasting time being sadistic, no matter how messy it all seemed.)

[creampuffqueen]

tell us about the tlok gen 2 kids

ask and you shall receive!!!! making fankids is such an obsession of mine lol

so i have futures and kids planned out for pretty much everyone, but i'll just go over the main krew ships + kainora for now. and i'll try to keep it kind of brief but i have So Many thoughts about them so we'll see if i'm successful. i have like. an entire labelled timeline. it's wild

under a cut because this got so long holy crap

the easiest to start with is the bopal kids. they get married a couple years after the end of tlok and start having kids pretty soon after. they end up with four kids (somewhat considering adding a fifth but we'll see. there's already so many ocs)

their eldest is jade, who is an earthbender. then they have a pair of identical twin boys, named san and goji. san is named after bolin's father. san is an airbender, goji is an earthbender. their fourth child is a girl named tempa, who is an airbender. she actually ends up becoming blind later in life. not whatever toph had, as she was born seeing, but she had some degenerative disease that slowly took her eyesight. she actually ends up developing a technique similar to seismic sense, but with airbending, to help her get around! she keeps her head fully shaved so she can always feel vibrations in the air

the next up to have kids is, surprisingly, kai and jinora. this was not intentional on their part. but they've been dating since they were like 12-13, so i honestly don't think it's much of a stretch that they would end up becoming parents as teenagers. pema and tenzin are a bit upset that their daughter got pregnant at 17, but at this point they've accepted kai into the family, and they respect the young couple's decision to keep and raise the baby

and then after they have their first baby, they decide that they're going to hold off on getting married until their family is complete, so all their kids can be a part of the wedding. like bolin and opal, they end up having four kids as well. all of them are airbenders. their first born is a boy named sangye, second is another boy named tadashi, third is a girl named zaya, and fourth is a girl named tara. it's the jinora and tenzin parallels for me lol. two boys, two girls, four airbenders. despite their young age they are very good parents

then we have the korrasami babies. they have the smallest family, with just two kids. i did some research and as it turns out, sperm donation/artificial insemination procedures were a thing in the 1920s. of course they were WILDLY unethical at the time but hey, they did exist. this is how they end up with their kids. mako is the donor, which i know some people may find that weird but mako is their best friend, i feel like they would rather have a donor that they know and trust than just. some random guy

korra is pregnant with their first baby, who they name katara. she's a waterbender. asami is pregnant with their second baby, a little boy they name hiro, after asami's dad. hiro is a nonbender. they are literally the best moms ever <3

and last but not least, we have wuko's kids. for the longest time they are the cool, childless gay uncles. i think they're both really good with kids, but neither are ready to be parents for a long time. not to mention in my timeline it takes a solid ten years for wu to get the new democratic earth kingdom up and running smoothly enough that he can abdicate. and even after he abdicates and he and mako get married, they're still unsure about kids for a few more years. when they do decide to have kids, they both for sure want to adopt. i have a whole separate post i could make about mako quitting the police force to become a social worker and opening up a youth shelter. but he knows he wants to help out kids, so hopefully none suffer the way he and bolin did. wu does not want to have any bio kids, as he wants the royal bloodline to end with him so there is no possible claim to any kind of throne

but then korra and asami are like 'hey, if you guys want a baby, we're cool with helping out' because i mean mako already helped them have their family, they can do the same for him and wu. and since they're offering, mako and wu decide to take them up on it. korra ends up being a surrogate for them, and they welcome a little baby girl that they name naoki, for mako's mom

then, soon after naoki is born, they end up finding a trio of very young sisters out on the streets. their mother passed away, their father walked out on them, and they have no other family. the eldest girl is only 8 years old. when mako meets her it feels like he's looking into a window at his past self. the girls are very frightened, but mako and wu are able to earn their trust enough to help them out. and in the process of caring for them, they end up totally falling in love with these kids. they ask them if they want to be adopted. all three say yes

the girls are named kasumi, ryoko, and hikari. all three are firebenders. naoki also ends up being a firebender. there's so many firebenders in the wuko house. i'm also spreading my girldad mako agenda. him and wu taking these girls in and giving them a family is actually super emotionally healing for him. he's able to make sure another set of siblings out on the steet has a family

anyway that's a very basic rundown!! i love chatting about my next gen kiddos so so much so thanks for asking! and of course if anyone has any questions about specific kids or families please feel free to ask!!!

[honey-minded-hivemind]

The platonic yandere avians with a Barn Owl Avian! Bby would definitely have their work cut out for them. Most of them are older or a bigger species of bird than Barn Owls, and some of their bird counterparts are known to either be bigger than a Barn Owl, eat Barn Owls, or mob them in groups. The avians don't perform cannibalism, thankfully, but having a smaller bby is a slight challenge. Where are they hiding? Did they eat enough? Is a human trying to take them away?! Suffice to say, they worry. A lot.

Since the avians are the X-Men and the Brotherhood, having the same bby might cause a few fights. For some members, such as Charles Xavier and Magneto, or Sabretooth sharing with Logan, that isn't much issue, considering Charles Xavier and Magneto are old friends if not a weird married couple, and Sabretooth is platonic yandere for Logan as well, so having his brother interested in the same bby isn't too much of an issue. For members who are a romantic couple, they view their bby as their child or as a younger sibling/younger friend, depending on how old they and their bby are. When the two groups try to keep the bby in their respective group is when problems arise. There are grudges, and there are members who do not like the other platonic yans (ahem ahem Logan ahem ahem). The groups will argue and fight from time to time, but they tend to leave their bby out of it. All they need is for them to run off while they were distracted. That would not fly over well with any of them.

The groups have taken a few notes about their Barn Owl Avian!Bby, and make sure to keep a sharp eye on them. If the group is acting as a whole, they plan to bring their bby into their flock. If there are only a few members working on it, they may decide to ease in their bby carefully. Some can do things subtlety, while some struggle to understand the concept. Younger members are a bit more impatient, while the older ones tend to keep a calm exterior. Some of the notes they've made regarding the Barn Owl Avian!Bby include:

• Their bby stays up at night, and can hear very well. They can hunt, but tend to stick for smaller prey. Their eyesight is not needed in the dark due to their exceptional hearing

• Their bby has a few different calls. One is a long shriek that sounds like someone is dying. When they are pleased, they make a purring churr. And if they feel threatened, they hiss like a snake. Most try not to trigger the first or third calls

• Their bby has small, but sharp, talons. If they have to rush the adoption process, they'll have to take care not to get caught on their talons. Their bby can also bite. One of them found that out the hard way

• Their bby roosts in warm, dry places. Abandoned sheds, churches, or barns are some places they've taken shelter at before. They've been known to hide in some rock fissures on a cliff side, but that is rather rare

• Their bby still has some downy feathers, making them not quite an adult yet. That ruffles the wrong feathers with the others, as they don't like the idea of young avians being on their own without flock or parents to protect them

• Their bby likes soft things. If they can get their hands on a blanket, a pillow, or even a sweater, it's going into their current nest

• And finally, their bby has seen them a few times, and hasn't run so far. Hidden, yes, but they haven't fled the current area

The information they have is small, but growing. They want to take things slow, and slowly push the boundaries, instead of breaking them on the first try. If they want their bby to trust them, they have to show care and patience. Anything else will scare their bby off, and they can't have that.

They've taken a few steps to endear themselves to their bby, to show their trustworthiness. Leaving nesting material nearby, making sure there is sufficient and easy prey in the current area, keeping humans away... Anything to keep their bby safe and to show their care for them...

[leoramage]

HEADCANON - dating casimiro "madrid" cenamor aranda of la casa de papel / money heist (carlos sainz jr. au)

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⊹⊱ trigger warning - [google translated spanish, allusions to smut]

⊹⊱ theme - [money heist / la casa de papel au]

⊹⊱ pairings - [carlos sainz jr. x elite!y/n]

⊹⊱ synopsis - wanting to date the heist's ladies man? beware it is a passionate adventure that takes you on a rollercoaster ride of emotions, where you discover that there's much more beneath his enigmatic exterior.

"tus besos son versos en mi piel, y en tus abrazos encuentro mi abrigo, somos dos almas entrelazadas en la noche, en esta relación, un amor que sigo." 

translation: your kisses are verses on my skin, and in your embraces, i find my shelter, we are two souls intertwined in the night, in this relationship, a love i still follow.

From the very beginning, you'd be drawn into his world of charm and charisma, an irresistible magnetism that makes every moment together feel like an enchanting escape from the ordinary and manages to sweep you off your feet. You'll find yourself in awe of his ability to turn ordinary moments into extraordinary memories.

Dates with Madrid would be nothing short of charming masterpieces. He'd meticulously plan each one, ensuring they're not just memorable but magical. Picture rooftop stargazing sessions, where you'd lose yourselves in the vastness of the night sky, sharing dreams and secrets under a blanket of stars. And be prepared for surprise getaways to picturesque destinations that seem like they've been plucked from the pages of a fairy tale. He's an adventurous man and knows every spot in Spain with the back of his hand, you would not get lost with him. But you might get lost within his eyes.

But it's not just his charm that would captivate you; it's his devilish flirtatiousness. Madrid's natural inclination to flirt would keep the spark alive in your relationship. You'd experience playful compliments that make your heart flutter, stolen kisses that leave you breathless. 

NSFW! Your bodies intertwined, his lips meeting yours with a passionate hunger and claiming you as his own. His fingers explore the curves of your body, feeling each part of you with desire. Breathlessly breaking apart from the kiss, and laying his lips onto your neck with a need to feel the taste and the scent of your skin. Slowly trailing kisses down to your thighs, working his way towards his main goal.

He loves validation, as a neglected child left in an adoption home in the streets of Spain, he wasn't able to receive love from parental figures. Feed the flames of his ego, tell him that he's better than your exes, you'd have a taste of heaven ahead of you. His reaction? He is electric. His eyes darken with desire, and a predatory intensity flickers in his gaze. It's as if a heady aphrodisiac. He becomes a fervent and passionate lover, eager to prove that he is indeed the best you've ever had.

NSFW! "Mi amor, te lo dije. Y te lo demostraré." (my love, I told you. And I'll show you) He began kissing your neck once more as his fingers curled inside of you, palming your sensitive bud and making you whine from endless hours of teasing. 

"Estás tan deliciosa, y yo no resisto a la tentación de comerte." (you are so delicious, and I can't resist the temptation to eat you.) He looks up grinning like a devil, his tongue licking his now slick wet fingers because of your juices before giving you a wink that is followed by a sly smirk.

Madrid's primary love language is physical touch. He expresses his affection through tender caresses, passionate kisses, and the warmth of his embrace. To him, physical closeness is the most intimate way to convey his love and devotion. He also shows his love through acts of service. He's attentive to your needs and desires, always willing to go the extra mile to make your life easier. Whether it's cooking your favorite meal, running errands for you, or fixing something that's broken, he finds joy in serving you.

Picture a lazy Sunday morning in your apartment. The soft sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. Madrid in his more tender persona, Casimiro, is up early, preparing breakfast for you. He moves gracefully in the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. The table is set with care, your favorite breakfast dishes neatly arranged. He knows how much you appreciate these small gestures of love. 

As you wake up and enter the kitchen, Madrid greets you with a warm smile, a gentle "Buen día, mi amor" escaping his lips. He pulls out a chair for you, and you can't help but notice the subtle touches of physical affection as he brushes a strand of hair from your face and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. Over breakfast, you share quiet moments of physical closeness. His hand finds your thigh under the table, his thumb tracing invisible circles on your skin, a silent but endearing connection. From refilling your coffee cup to ensuring you have everything you need for the day ahead.

One thing you'd quickly notice is his adventurous spirit. He'd crave shared adventures, seeking the thrill of new experiences with you by his side. Whether it's go-kart racing on a Sunday afternoon, spontaneous road trips that lead to hidden gems, or impromptu dance sessions in unexpected places with his two left feet, every moment with him would be an adventure waiting to happen.

His gentlemanly manners would persist, with acts of chivalry that make you feel cherished. He'd open doors, pull out chairs, and ensure your comfort in every situation.

In the world of shadows and secrets, Madrid despises the spotlight, and his love for you remains concealed from the prying eyes of the public eye. His very existence was shrouded in mystery, and he had honed the art of disappearing into the shadows. For him, the thought of being in the public's gaze was unbearable, and so your relationship had to remain concealed.

Madrid's criminal pursuits keep him far from the public eye, while you, as the daughter of a prominent politician, are entangled in the web of high-profile events and political scrutiny. The revelation of your connection to a notorious criminal would unravel your family's reputation and jeopardize your own future. He leads a double life, with one persona as a criminal and another as your passionate lover. While you would want to shout his name from the rooftops and show the world how handsome Casimiro is, public exposure could blur the lines between these personas, endangering your safety.

But beneath his enigmatic exterior lies a deeply protective almost possessive nature. Madrid's commitment to your safety and well-being would be unwavering. You'd always feel secure and cared for, knowing that he'd move mountains to keep you safe. 

Dating someone with Madrid's complex personality would require understanding and patience. You'd navigate the nuances of his sly and manipulative tendencies, balancing them with the genuine affection and sincerity he shows in your relationship. It would be a delicate dance, but one that would only strengthen your bond.

In the depths of your relationship, Madrid would also reveal his intimate side. Casimiro, the real name behind a glorious nickname. He'd be a great listener, always there to lend a sympathetic ear and provide unwavering support. You'd share your dreams, fears, and secrets, forging a connection that transcends words

You love him as Casimiro. However, there's another side to him which is Madrid, one that reveals itself when he gets jealous and possessive. It's a testament to his strong feelings for you, but his treatment afterwards is not of certain.

His jaw tightens, and his gaze sharpens, fixating on the conversation. His body language becomes slightly more protective, and he unconsciously steps closer to you with his arm wrapped around your lower back.  His touch is both reassuring and subtly possessive, a silent declaration to the room that you're with him.

He mutters softly into your ear and pulls you close to his chest, "por favor quédate cerca de mí, bonita." (please stay close to me, pretty)

He'd be understanding all throughout the night, his patience is long but when it comes to people wanting to waltz you away from him? You'll never hear the rest of it from him. He is instantly irritated and is passively aggressive till he burns low of understanding. His replies would be snarky or sarcastic, murmuring insults under his breath.

As the night comes to an end and you head home together, Madrid's earlier jealousy and possessiveness seem to fade, replaced by the magnetic allure and charm you've come to love. But the incident serves as a reminder that, beneath it all, his passionate feelings for you run deep, and he'll do whatever it takes to ensure you remain his.

This man would offer you the two sides of himself. You love him first as Madrid and you even loved him as Casimiro more but you'd never fail to love him a whole.

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Author's Note: i really enjoy making money heist AUs for carlos especially him as madrid / casimiro. going to release that fic soon and this is just a teaser for the real deal! let me know your thoughts, hit that ask box it's open for everyone! 𔘓ฅ[⁠ᓀ⁠˵⁠▾⁠˵⁠ᓂ⁠]𔘓ฅ

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