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marlenesluv · 1 day

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hi there. can i request a fluff one shot with Max Verstappen? Where basically he is secretly dating Danny Rich’s sister, and one time Daniel wanted to surprise her sister back in Perth when he noticed that the house felt different. Like she has like 5 dogs that would always happily greet him, but they didn’t that time cause the dogs were happily with Max and Daniel’s sister. Cheers x.

Puppy Love. (MV)

note: awe, this is so cute!! for sure i can do this :) i hope you like it! (sorry this took so long) also, i made it so daniel didn't know about them at first, hope that's okay!

pairing: max verstappen x ricciardo!reader

warnings: none! this is j fluff

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Daniel Ricciardo knew his sister never wanted to move out of Perth. She loved the beaches and the warm weather. So visiting Monaco was usually out of the question. But when he saw his sisters Instagram story, he questioned that logic.

She posted a photo of dinner with Carmen, George, and someone he couldn't make out due to the photo being too blurry. Which, he figured, was on purpose.

Y/n, on the other hand, was enjoying her night out with Max, George, and Carmen. Carmen was the only person who knew that her and Max had been secretly dating for about six months now. She assured Y/n that George wouldn't tell anyone, despite some people thinking he's a gossip...which he is. But he swore to keep it private. He understood them being nervous.

"You okay, liefde?" Max asked, seeing you look at your phone with furrowed brows as you bit your bottom lip.

Exhaling, and sending your response to Daniel, you smiled up at Max and nodded. "Daniel's just texting me. He saw my story, wanted to know why I was in Monaco randomly." Max hummed and nodded, putting his hand on your thigh to try to ease the anxiety.

"Y/n, did you hear me?" Carmen smiled, watching the interaction between you and Max. George took a large gulp of his water as he sputtered, "Guys, these fries are way too seasoned-" he coughed again, Carmen smacking his back.

Max laughed quietly, sipping his water as you took a bite of your food and shook your head and smiled.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt with my cough. Go on." George wiped his mouth and sipped some water.

"Sorry, Carm. I didn't hear what you said, what's up?"

"It's okay! I just asked what time you and Max were planning on leaving and going back to Perth."

"Oh, um.... Max? What time did you want to leave again?"

Max leaned back, "It's up to you. We need to get back to the dogs soon. Jimmy and Sassy want to go this time I think." You smiled at his response, "I guess we're leaving tonight."

Carmen smiled and nodded, George and Max now conversing about the next season. You were excited to go back home to the dogs and Daniel, knowing he probably wanted to see you too.

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"Do you think the dogs missed us? Because I missed them- hey! Don't set Jimmy down, I'll hold him." Max frowned as your eyes went wide. "Okay...um, yeah. I'm sure they missed us."

Immediately as the door opened, all five dogs came running towards the door, leaving you just enough time to shut the door so they couldn't run out. Chasing dogs was not fun.

Having the dogs, however, was the best. Scout was an eight-year-old Border Collie. He was your first dog, which you bought when you moved into your apartment seven years ago at the age of eighteen. Scout was one of the calmest dogs you would ever meet. He really was the biggest cuddle dog.

Then, there was Rocco. Rocco was rambunctious, to say the least. He's a chocolate lab that's six years old. Rocco, fun fact, actually met Roscoe, Lewis' dog. You brought Rocco when he was a puppy to the Australian Grand Prix when you got him. Lewis, coincidently, had Roscoe with him. It really was an adorable sight.

Marley was your sweet girl. She's a four-year-old cocker spaniel. She's a sweetheart, really. You loved the way her tail went about a hundred miles per hour when you came home, even if just for going for a run. Max would argue that Marley has attachment issues, but you just ignore that.

Then, there were the two goldens you adopted last year from the rescue: Mochi and Sushi. You may have named them when you were hungry...but who cares. They are both one, and Mochi, a girl. Sushi, a boy. They both kind of looked like Charles and Alexandras dog, Leo.

Maybe you had too many dogs in some people's eyes. But you had a big apartment, and living alone was a little depressing. Yeah, Max flew out to stay over a lot. If he wasn't racing, he was in Perth with you. And you usually came to the races with Daniel. Heidi was a busy woman, and you wanted Daniel to feel supported.

Not to mention how most of the girls loved your apartment. Carmen came to visit a lot, along with Kika and Lily. Alexandra just started coming over as well, usually with Charles, Joris, and Leo. Rebecca also started coming over as well. Let's just put it this way, everyone saw your apartment as a great hangout spot.

You had a lot of windows, all overlooking the beautiful beaches and buildings in Perth. Being smack in the middle of the big city made for gorgeous nights as well. The kitchen was huge and spacious. Your apartment was your safe haven, always making it comfortable to come home and relax.

When you started dating Max six months ago, you brought him to see your apartment. He knew you loved it from previous conversations you had with Daniel when Max was around about when you first moved in.

Max was basically there from the beginning. He knew you since you were both teens. From your first breakup, your failed exam grade in uni, and arguments with Daniel. Max loved hearing you talk; he knew that for sure.

Since the day he first met you, he knew he wanted to try to date you. Your smile drew him in, your laugh made his day, and your personality was addicting. He loved you from the second he saw you.

"Liefje, do you want to watch a movie?" Max asked, looking at you as you grabbed two waters from the fridge. "Yeah, sure. How about Stepbrothers?" You smiled, sitting down next to him on the sectional.

Max laughed, "Alright. Scout? Come here, bud." Scout jumped onto the couch beside you, Jimmy and Sassy on the blanket next to Max. It's like Scout knew that even when Max called him, he knew Max was calling him for you.

As the movie started, Mochi and Sushi went to lay down at the opposite end of the couch. They fell asleep on each other in a matter of seconds.

Marley and Rocco were walking around the house, occasionally entertaining each other by chasing each other around. As you and Max cuddled on the couch and watched your movie, Daniel planned to surprise you.

He knew you were home, you told him that you had landed back in Perth and that you'd be home for a while. And since it had felt like forever, he thought he would show up to your apartment with the key you gave him and cook you guys some dinner.

What he didn't know was that you were already busy, and he didn't expect it.

As he took the private elevator up to your floor, he checked his watch, it read 10:03pm. A little late, but the number of times you guys showed up at each other's home late into the night was plentiful.

Daniel walked up to your door, pausing as he thought he heard something. He thought about texting you but figured it might be the dog sitter. So he unlocked the door and stepped in, trying not to make too much noise to scare the dog sitter.

He found it weird that as he walked in, the dogs didn't come greet him, though. The dogs always ran to the door and jumped on him, happy to see him. He was confused.

What Daniel didn't expect to see when he walked into the living room was you and Max. You and Max cuddled up on the couch watching one of your favorite movies. Not to mention his cats. Neither of you even noticed Daniel.

"What's this?" Daniel spoke, earning a yelp from you and Max jumping off the couch, thinking there was an intruder.

"What the fuck, Daniel?! You can't just break in like that!" You yelled, throwing the blanket off of you to stand next to Max as he paused the movie.

"It isn't breaking in, Y/n. You gave me a key." He said, dangling the key between his fingers.

"Oh.." you bit your lip, Max exhaling as he ran his fingers through the top of his hair.

"You didn't answer my original question. What is this?" Daniel asked again, pointing between you and Max.

"Um.. Daniel, I really don't want you to freak out-"

Daniel cut you off, "What?" Max sighed, "Mate, it's not a big deal, okay? We've only been dating for six months, and she was going to tell you soon."

You sighed, watching Daniel take a deep breath and nod. "Okay, fine. You're happy then?" Daniel asked you.

"Mhmm, I really am, Dan."

Daniel nodded again, "Good. I guess it really only was a matter of time."

To this, you and Max shared a confused look and looked back at Daniel.

"What? You guys seriously think I haven't noticed the way Y/n leaves every race to go 'check out the other garages.' and how you guys talk after almost every race?"

"I mean, I didn't think you noticed..." You trailed off, Marley barking for pets from Daniel.

"Hi, Mars." Daniel cooed, petting Marley as he laughed. "I guess if you're going to date someone, I'm glad it's Max."

Max perked up, "Really?"

"Yeah, man. I trust you; I know you. I also know where you live if I need to come break your toes if you hurt her." Daniel raised his brows.

"I'm not going to hurt her you, nimrod. But thanks."

You smiled; glad Daniel didn't make a big deal. "Okay, um, I kind of want to finish my movie... want to stay, Dan?"

Daniel shook his head, "Nah, I'll go. We can get lunch tomorrow. I'll bring Heidi?" Daniel asked, walking towards the front door.

"Yeah, I'll text you. Thank you, Daniel." You gave him a hug as he ruffled your hair, "Yeah, whatever. Have fun-" You started to close the door as he spoke again, "Wait! Not too much fun!" The door was shut now.

Daniel smacked on the door, "Hey! Y/N? Max? Damnit." Daniel let his head fall on the door as someone on the same floor as you looked at Daniel strangely and sighed.

"I'm her brother- I just, yeah you don't care." Daniel sighed, leaving you and Max alone...something he still shudders at to this day.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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valsdelulucorner · 3 days

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obey me luke head cannons please

of course! just note that this will be strictly sfw and platonic. I wont be hearing any of the "oh, but he's like 1000 years old" stuff, he was the mentality, looks and attitude of a minor so this will be in no way a romantic

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He absolutely sees you as a older sibling and a parental figure, he trusts you alot. You don't call him chihuahua, you are interested in his interests, you give him genuine life advice and not just tell him to get someone else to do it for him. He deeply appreciates that you are nice to him and don't just treat him like that one kid brought along to a friends dinner party, you actually talk to him about his interests and make sure he has fun.

I feel like the reason people started calling him Chihuahua is because he growled at a demon one time to scare them off, he's not a big fan of demons and is quite scared to be without someone he trusts so when a demon came up to him, he started growling to try and show them that he isn't just a small angel. Lucifer found him doing this and scared the demons away for him, calling him a chihuahua while walking him back to Simeon

Luke is protective over you, he sees you as family and he doesn't like the idea that you just walk around scary demons all the time on your own. If he is out with simeon and sees you alone, he will invite you to come along with them both by saying that he just wants hang out with you, hiding the fact that he's scared you'll be attacked by a demon. He will insist he and Simeon walk you home, scolding the brothers for not keeping you company. How dare they not protect his older sibling, its insulting!

My boy is absolutely petrified after finding out you were killed by belphie, my poor boy will probably cry into your chest and beg you not to scare him like that again. Please give him a hug and say you'll stay with him, he will be absolutely heartbroken if you don't promise to be more careful. He will give you a enchanted bracelet or a pair of enchanted earrings that will protect you from attackers, the brothers will still be able to interact with you but if anyone tries to attack you again, the magic in the jewlery will protect you

Oh my lord the glares he gives belphie after he finds out he hurt you, he may be scared shitless of the avatar of sloth but he will make sure to pull you away from him for the first week or two after he killed you. As I said in my previous belphie fic, I hate the fact that we were so forgiving of him after he literally killed us. If you are scared of belphie or get tense whenever belphie gets close to you, Luke will probably try and help by bringing your attention elsewhere or just straight up leading you away from him

Loves cooking with and for you, baking is one of his favourite things to do so if he gets to do it with you, he is extremely happy! Baking competitions are a must with him, he gets competitive and tries his best to impress you. Let him win alot of the time, he gets so happy when he wins and he gets to share his treats with you!

Ok hear me out, if you have tattoos he would 100% want to colour them in. If you and the whole gang are having a nice dinner up in the human world, the waiters will see luke and probably give him some markers and a colouring in sheet. Your going to have to explain to him that kids in the human world get these stuff in restaurants to keep them entertained, he will be a tad bit annoyed but he wont complain. If you sit next to him and have a tattoo along your arm or hand, he will probably ask you if he could see what it looks like in colour. If you say yes, he is going to absolutely make sure he does a amazing job at making it look so pretty

He watches those gacha reaction and music videos, you cannot change my mind about this. He will even try to make one and show you afterwards, he would be so happy with himself

Thrown a cross at a lower demon once, i just feel like he's done that before

If you come down to the devildom as someone that makes little crochet creations, he will absolutely be over the moon if you make him a little beanie or a little plushie. He really wants you to teach him how to knit/crochet so you let him use your needles/hook and show him how to do it. He cant get his head around crocheting for the life of him but he is slowly learning how to knit, tell him he's doing a good job please! He will trade you his cooking for your little creations, making you the best sweets you've ever had while you give him a life size swan creation. If he makes you a little crochet buddy and it comes out really wonky, you better treasure that for the rest of your life!

If feel like when he gets too tired, he will just rest his head against your side and not say anything (my sister used to do this to my mum all the time when she was little). If you pick him up and carry him around, he will probably just fall asleep on your shoulder. He feels safe with you so its easy for him to just fall asleep against you. He gets to experience the out body experience of falling asleep in the car and then waking up in bed

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Luke is so adorable, he is my son and I love him. Sorry if i wrote him alittle younger then i expected, but i love the idea that sometimes he has that childish excitement and amazement to the world. Thank you for requesting this Anon, this was alot of fun!

Who should i do next?

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coolshadowtwins · 2 days

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Post Canon, SQQ now has to deal with wife plots.

But, Op, that’s the plot of many fanfics already! Well, what if he had to deal with every wife plot ever. Bingge had 300-3000 wives, depending on the translation you were following.

Man’s I have to assume that while each wife got at least one (1) wife plot to her name, the fan favorites (NYY, LMY, SHL etc) got multiple over the years.

Now, most of these were probably incredibly standard. And most of them, while frightening to the multitude of civilian wives Bingge probably had, were not going to be much more than an annoyance to a cultivator like SQQ.

The problem is the frequency.

It probably would take a few years for the story to catch up to the plot. SQQ gets hit with a few scattered ones here and there for the first decade or so, but he doesn’t think much of it. Shit just a happens to him, you know?

But then, all of a sudden, he gets kidnapped during a night hunt. The villain is the man that had called for help with a demon. In PIDW, he was the evil uncle/father/cousin/male authority figure in this wife’s life, wanting revenge on Bingge and ultimately introducing a new wife. Here, he’s decided that he’ll hurt Binghe’s husband instead Binghe himself. SQQ defeats him in an hour.

He goes home and tries to forget about it. Only to be hit with some kind of sex pollen from a plant that MQF was trying to study, completely by accident. In PIDW, this had been used to get another chapter out of a particularly laced up wife, who the comments disliked because they felt her boring.

And ok, fine. SQQ still has Binghe- they fix this problem in a night.

Only to be kidnapped again the next day when he goes to town, this time by a random demon looking for a quick buck.

This goes on and on. It’s almost never anything difficult, but it’s a lot. These are too many plots to happen to one man! Sure, Bingge was involved in all those plots too, but he was almost always the one coming in and saving the day- not the one kidnapped or poisoned or stabbed. It’s not long before SQQ gets exhausted, and that everyone around him is constantly on edge, waiting for the next bad luck.

It all kinda climax’s as the bamboo house gets set on fire. In PIDW, fire is used twice like this- once, a portion of the palace gets set on fire, leading to a arc where the wives have to come together to rptect themselves until Bingge shows up. (This arc was very disliked because most of the wives didn’t act in character.) the other time was when a wife was trapped in the burning of her family home, franticly trying to get her belongings out and then being comforted from the loss by Bingge afterwards.

SQQ knows this. He knows all of this. He has figured out what every plot has been so far, and had managed to avoid a few by recognizing the signs, only for them to come back around when he least expected it. He had thought that he could always just ride out the wife plots- sure, Binghe had a lot of wives, but it couldn’t be that bad, right? Except he watched the bamboo house on fire, frozen, and realized that he couldn’t keep doing this.

The bamboo house was fine, in the end. There were disciples on duty, ready to help. Nearly nothing was lost. The fire spread out into the woods, a little, but other than a small area of destruction, it hadn’t caused all together that much damage. Except SQQ couldn’t figure out which of the two plots this was, and that was freaking him out.

This leads to him breaking down on Binghe that night, who has been out of his head with worry for ages about what was going on. SQQ tells him everything, about SY, the system, wife plots. Binghe asks if they can stop this. SQQ doesn’t know how- these plots were for Binghe’s wives, and here he only has a husband.

And Binghe certainly doesn’t want another spouse. He’s quite happy with his husband, thank you very much! But he then he gets to thinking.

Bingge couldn’t have loved every single wife, right? Binghe had a feeling he didn’t act love any of them, judging by how quickly his other self had tried to latch onto Shizun. So it’s not the act of love that causes these so called ‘wife plots’, it’s the act of marriage. And Binghe’s not so cruel as to inflict these plots on someone unexpecting (well, for Shizun he was. But he had another option.)

Binghe had to be the one to marry them- but not the one they loved. And he knew, both fortunately and unfortunately, that there were many men that would do anything for SQQ.

#svsss #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #luo binghe #wife plots

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ayyy-pee · 3 days

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 3: 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝑶𝒏

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Pairing: Choso x f! Reader

Summary: Things take a turn.

Chapter Warnings: Angst...

WC: 6.6k

Choso Art By:NC9__

**While not all chapters contain adult content, the themes of this story are targeted towards adults, so minors DNI please.

No one warned you just how difficult university would be.

Your first semester of college has been kicking your ass in all honesty. Between your art projects, extracurriculars and trying to maintain some semblance of a social life, you’re completely burnt out. It was quite the adjustment from high school where teachers stayed on you about your school work and assignments. You'd learned very quickly that now, one was responsible for you but you.

At 19, it was a true test of your maturity. And you were failing that test quite miserably.

“I have one last project due and then I’ll finally be able to breathe. This professor has been up my ass all semester. I can’t wait for winter break and to be done with his class.” You set your bags down on your desk before you adjust your cell phone between your cheek and shoulder. “Sorry to rant. How are you all doing?”

A deep voice rumbles on the other end of the line with a laugh that makes your cheeks warm every time you hear it.

“Hey, it’s no problem. I’m just happy to hear from you. At least you’re letting me know what to realistically expect when I start school next year.” You hear shifting on the other side and you know he’s getting comfortable, probably in bed. “Yuji’s good. He’s also getting ready for winter break so he’ll be home most of the time. Eso’s been struggling with algebra, but Kechizu is surprisingly good at it. He’s been helping him study and–”

You listen closely, hanging on every word falling from your friend’s lips as he catches you up on his brother’s lives. It’s been a few months since you’ve spoken to Choso over the phone. While you’d keep in touch after the summer months until you were back on the beach, you’ve both been busy with your new normal. You haven’t seen Choso either, your first year of college being surprisingly more difficult than you’d expected so you opted for summer classes in hopes to maintain your GPA instead of taking your annual trip with your parents.

It was the first time since you were 9 that you hadn’t gone back to the beach. Your parents reluctantly returned without you your first summer in university, only after you had pushed them to enjoy a romantic vacation together for once. You remember the pictures you’d received from your mother the night they got into town. She was quick to spam you with pictures of your little pink haired friend who had grown even taller since the last time you’d seen him. She’d also sent a photo of all four of the brothers sitting at your dinner table, just as they always did on your first night in town since you were all kids.

It was reminiscent of all the summers you’d spent together growing up, except there was a noticeable gap where you’d usually be sitting, right between Choso and Yuji. As your eyes roamed over every detail, every way the boys had grown and changed, you couldn’t help the pang of disappointment you felt from missing out on this. You wanted to see them, hug them, be with them and enjoy your summer together. But you couldn’t. And it hurt more than you wanted to admit.

It hurt that you wouldn’t spend days and nights at the beach. You wouldn’t be taking Yuji all over the town with you and spoiling him rotten like you always have. You wouldn’t be climbing out of your bedroom window to sneak out to parties. You wouldn’t be working the summer at Panda’s, closing shop and sitting at the shoreline to watch the sunsets with Choso.

Choso…

Your eyes were locked on the tall figure in the photo and you found yourself pinching your thumb and index finger together, pressing them to your phone screen before expanding and zooming in on the picture. He was wearing his signature tiny smile that he reserved only for you and your family. Those same pigtails that have sat atop his head since he was 10 years old were still there, but that baby face was long gone. He was all chiseled jawline and sharp cheekbones now, even more handsome than when you saw him last summer, if possible, and your heart fluttered at the thought.

You stared at those dark eyes that had peered into yours that cool summer night last year as he leaned closer, those soft lips that pressed against your mouth as you exchanged your first kisses with each other. Those lips…they consumed your thoughts. Those lips that uttered those three words that still kept you up at night as they echoed through your mind:

“Just one more.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, to the tips of your ears and you could hear the blood rushing through your body as the memories played clearly through your mind.

The slight tilt of Choso’s head as he deepened the kiss just barely. The way you gasped when his tongue gently ran along the seam of your lip. How he sighed, low and deep when he heard the little sounds you were making and all because of him.

Neither you nor Choso have spoken about your first kiss since it happened. He’d walked you home from the beach that night, hugged you tight one last time and then you spent the remainder of the night clutching at your chest, desperately willing your heart to calm down.

“You still there?” Choso’s voice pulls you from your trip down memory lane and you clear your throat to buy yourself time to gather your thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m just…I’m sad. I’m glad everyone’s doing well, but I almost feel like I missed a part of that because I didn’t go back to the beach for the summer.” You fall back onto your bed with a groan. “I miss you.”

The words fall from your lips easily, though your eyes widen when you realize what you’ve said. While you had never been one to sugarcoat your words with Choso, you couldn’t help but feel as though those simple words held more weight since the kiss.

Choso doesn’t seem to be having the same thoughts, because he quickly replies with an, “I miss you, too.”

And just like that, the conversation picks right back up.

It’s easy with Choso. It’s always easy. You sometimes forget just how easy it is.

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That breather you thought you’d be getting for winter break? Yeah, that didn’t happen.

Could it be because your first year of college hadn’t gone according to plan which resulted in you ending the year with a lower than desired grade point average? Who could say? That wasn’t important anyway. The important thing was that you’d opted to take Winter classes as well. Because your life wasn’t already hell Monday through Friday during the spring and fall semesters. Not to mention the summer classes you’d taken earlier in the year that had kept you from being able to tag along on your annual beach trip.

College was turning out to be more of a drag than anything. Luckily, you had made plenty of friends here that made the fact you were missing out on these things a lot more bearable.

It was during the Winter semester that you’d met Iori Utahime, a beautiful young woman with a curious scar across her face that somehow only added to her stunning looks. The two of you had quickly hit it off, both wanting to take your studies seriously and needing someone to hold the other accountable for reaching their goal. Utahime wanted to pursue a career in music and while your majors differed, you were still artists just the same.

Your similarities didn’t end there either. You shared core classes and unfortunately also shared struggling GPAs, which only brought you closer to each other. So when you found yourselves paired up for a project for one of your Winter courses, you soon found yourselves together more often than not.

And she’d introduced you to more friends as time went on.

There was Satoru. Satoru was goofy. That was the best way to describe him. He never took anything seriously, because everything was easy for him. Seriously. He was a genius who never needed to study because he just knew he’d ace his exams. Because of this, he was all about enjoying the college experience.

You could catch Satoru at every party, the center of attention everywhere he went. He was Mr. Popular. There was no one on campus who did not know who Satoru Gojo was. Almost every student on campus either wanted him or wanted to be him. And although you didn't share the same desires as them, you could see the appeal.

Satoru was tall. Way too tall. And had the strangest hair color you’d ever seen– stark white and so messy. He claimed it was natural, though you had your doubts. In a way, his hair reminded you oddly of Choso, if only because you could only think about how it was the total opposite of your friends. And his eyes…they also reminded you of Choso. Because they were as blue as the ocean you’d sat in front of many times with him. As blue as the waters that had brought you to Choso in the first place.

But that was where the similarities ended. Satoru was carefree, going with the flow whenever he could. He never planned for anything, he just let things happen. And he bugged Utahime in a way you couldn’t understand. It’s not really like he had to do much in the first place to get under her skin. All he needed to do was breathe within the same vicinity as Utahime and she was going ballistic. And Satoru seemed to love that.

There was Suguru, Satoru’s best friend. Or more? You could never quite tell with those two. He also reminded you of Choso in a way. Not physically, but general demeanor. Suguru was quieter, more observant than Satoru. He was thoughtful and kind, not abrasive at all; soft spoken in a way that made you feel as though he truly cared for you. And you liked that about him.

When out, you’d often find yourself next to Suguru. His presence was warm and comforting, almost familiar. You felt safe and protected with him and you knew that if Suguru was with you, you could just count on him to look out for you. You’d grown close fairly quickly and had established a friendship outside of your immediate friend group. You spent a lot of time together, but there was never any connection between you two aside from friendship.

And then there was the last of your group – Shoko. Clearly there was something going on between her and Utahime. But if you asked either of them, they'd quickly deny it. None of you were dumb, even with your low GPAs. The stolen glances, the touches they thought you all didn’t notice, the way one always ended up leaving exactly three minutes before the other decided to call it a night.

You found it very amusing, the way they thought none of you knew what was going on.

Their situation made you think more about Choso and how he –

Wait.

Why were you thinking about Choso so much? Why did everything suddenly remind you of him? You couldn’t think about any of your new friends without comparing them to Choso. Even after all this time.

After your last summer vacation, Choso had spent a good amount of time on your mind. But it’s been almost two years now. A second summer vacation was coming up and you were once again abandoning plans to go to the beach with your family and opting to take more summer courses to boost your GPA.

And it wasn’t as though you’d spoken to Choso much, either. Between your studies and his own life happenings, there wasn’t much time to chat. You carve out time when you can and appreciate the usual nightcap you both share every so often. But you're busy with your studies and Choso…well…

When your second year of college began, that was also when Choso had broken the sad news to you that college would be put on hold for him indefinitely.

“It’s my dad,” he’d told you. “Fucker just up and left and we haven’t heard from him since. Not that I should be surprised. I guess I'm only shocked it took him so long.”

You could hear the words come through gritted teeth, how he’d tried to hide the venom that dripped from each syllable. He was beyond pissed. You knew Choso better than you knew any other friend. There was no better way to get on his bad side than to mess with his beloved siblings.

But you knew more than anything that Choso was disappointed, crestfallen even.

For Choso, getting out of that small beach town and getting an education was his path to a better life for himself and for his brothers. His father taking that from him felt like the ultimate betrayal. What could you even say to lift his spirits at that point?

“I'm so sorry, Cho. Fuck, I'm sorry.”

It didn't feel like enough.

You checked in with him when you could. And he checked in with you when he could, but he was busy working. He’d accepted a full time position as a manager at Panda’s and had even told you a spot would be there for when you returned the next summer.

But it looked like someone else would have to fill the position this year.

You missed your vacations back to your second home. You missed the warmth of the sand beneath your feet and the smell of the salty ocean air as you all spent your days at the beach. You missed scooping ice cream at Panda’s and doodling the horizon in your sketchbook from your spot behind the counter when work was slow. You missed sneaking out to bonfires and having Choso toss you his sweater the moment you landed in his arms in nothing but the shorts and bikini tops he so hated.

You missed Choso.

That last night at the beach revealed to you for the first time that you may have feelings for your best friend that are more than just friendship. Freshly 18 year old you with almost no prior dating history hardly knew what those feelings meant. But almost 20 year old you, well it's been loud and clear for some time that this has slowly become more than some childish crush.

You like Choso.

The whispered call of your name pulls you from your spiraling thoughts and you look up to find Satoru’s bright eyes staring questioningly at you from across the table. You’d all met up in the library to study for your exam coming up at the end of the week. Of course he was checking in because you’d zoned out in the middle of your cram session to daydream about your long distance crush.

Except, that wasn’t why Satoru was checking in at all.

It’s only when Satoru waves his hand next to him that you see another tall figure standing beside the table. Your eyes roam up his form until they land on his face. And it surprises you when you feel your heart kickstart and begin racing.

Because you thought only Choso could get that reaction from you.

“This is Kaito,” Satoru introduces him and Kaito smiles, eyes locked on yours and you think you can hear your heart pounding in your chest.

Kaito is tall, slender, but not in the way Satoru is. If anything, you’d say he has the same body type as Suguru. He’s lean. You can tell from the way his clothes accentuate his form that he’s fit. And he’s got the most beautiful smile, teeth so brilliantly white that you’re nervous to see how brightly they shine in the sun. Gorgeous emerald green eyes sit beneath long black lashes and wow, he is really fucking good looking.

He politely introduces himself, running his hand through a messy black wolfcut as he takes the seat right beside you after Suguru heads to his next class.

You all resume studying shortly after Satoru’s friend’s arrival. Kaito seems to fit right in, quickly becoming friendly with the rest of the group and you. But you soon notice that Kaito has taken quite a liking to you.

Again, 20 year old you is not as clueless as you used to be and the attention he focuses on you is giving you an insane amount of butterflies.

You catch his little glimpses at you from the corner of your eye, the way he’s quick to lean over and help you resolve an equation you were stuck on, the way he never breaks eye contact with you when you’re speaking with him. Like every word that leaves your mouth is the most important thing he’s ever heard.

“So yeah, that’s why hot cheetos are like the best chip there are.” You finish your rant, beaming because you finally got to tell someone your true feelings about this.

“Absolutely…fascinating…” Utahime comments sarcastically. She’d stopped listening to your rambling ages ago, nose buried in her textbook.

Shoko and Satoru had left to get refreshments so unfortunately for them, they'd missed the entire thing.

But Kaito, you’ve got his full attention. “No, really. It’s truly fascinating. I’d love to hear more.”

His grin has your tummy squeezing, that sweet tickle returning and you find yourself smiling right back despite your little epiphany about your feelings regarding your childhood friend just moments before Kaito showed up.

“Yeah?”

“Definitely.”

A loud slurping can be heard from across the table, effectively popping the little bubble that you and Kaito had suddenly found yourselves in. On the other side of the table sits Satoru, back from his trip to the cafe, guzzling a sweet juice while he watches you and Kaito talk over the rim of his glasses. Next to him, Utahime’s face is twisted into a look of pure hatred and disgust. Satoru ignores it.

“Y’all should go out,” Satoru suggests casually, like he’s talking about something as unimportant as the weather. “Talk about animal crackers or whatever the hell.”

Shoko snorts as she discreetly slides a snack over to Utahime while no one is looking. Except everyone sees it anyway because these two are so fucking obvious.

“Yeah, go out,” Shoko also chimes in. “Think you two would make a great couple.”

Your face ignites with heat, the sudden idea making you want to kick Satoru and Shoko under the table.

But Kaito smirks, eyes holding your gaze like they have been this entire time and he says, “I’d like that. Can I?”

You glance at Utahime who stares at you in surprise.

“Um…can you what?” You question, trying to buy yourself time to think.

“Can I take you out? Like, on a date.” His response is quick. It’s so easy for him. He just spits it out and says what he wants. And you’re sitting here still freaking out just over Satoru’s suggestion.

“I…”

“If I bring hot cheetos with me, would that make it more tempting?” He’s so charming, and cute, and sweet and–

Ugh, what reason do you have to say no to him?

The sudden vision of pigtails flashes through your mind. And suddenly, the excitement you were feeling seems to fall away. And Kaito seems to sense it, because his grin falters a little, becoming just a small smile on his lips and he simply nods and gives you a “sure” when you ask him, “Can I get back to you?”

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“I met someone today,” you speak quietly into the phone, lying in bed after leaving your study date with your friends. You’re nervous. Probably because you’re testing the waters here. Probably because your walk back to your dorm after Kaito had asked you out was eye opening.

Can you really open yourself to date someone else seriously when your thoughts are plagued by another man? Can you open yourself to the possibility of being with someone else when the person you want to be with is hundreds of miles away, in some little beach town?

Because that's what you've come to realize. You want to be with Choso.

You just need to know if he feels the same way you do. You have an idea of how Choso feels about you based on the last time you’d seen each other. But that doesn’t make you feel any less like digging a hole in the ground and burying yourself in embarrassment thinking about bringing any of this up.

“Oh yeah? Another new friend?” Choso asks distantly. He’s currently at Panda’s closing shop, so he’s got you on speaker while he completes his nightly tasks. You were happy (maybe too happy) when he'd answered your call tonight.

“Sort of a friend, sure…He’s nice…”

You’re hoping he’ll take the hint quickly here.

But when Choso just gives you an absentminded “that’s cool”, you know you’ve only got half of his attention. And you want all of it.

“Yeah. His name is Kaito. Really nice guy.” And it’s true. You think Kaito is nice, but you think Choso is nicer. That's not to say you're not into Kaito either. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t interested in him. But you’d also be lying if you said you weren’t interested in Choso as well. Maybe more than you are Kaito. Because for you, you’re pretty sure it will always be Choso. Even though you've never had anyone else, you know you don't need to. It's Choso for you.

That is why your thoughts have been consumed with him. This revelation has been so freeing.

You just need to know if he feels the same.

“Glad you’re meeting new people.”

He’s still distracted, the sounds of him pushing the chairs around the store’s lobby echoing through the phone. You didn’t want to have to show your hand so quickly, but you’re tired from a long day of studying and tired from years of beating around the bush. It’s been over a decade of your feelings slowly building for Choso and now your heart is ready to burst. You have no choice but to push this conversation along a little faster.

“Yeah, his name is Kaito. He asked me out on a date actually.”

And finally, you get an actual reaction from Choso. Not a grunt, not a hum in reply or some offhand comment. Instead, you hear him shuffling around, then the sound of tapping on his phone, likely taking you off of the speaker. His voice comes through, crisp and clear now.

“Sorry,” he apologizes through quick breaths. “What was that?”

“I said Kaito asked me out on a date…this weekend.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep,” you reply cheerily, hopefully driving the knife a little deeper. Immature, sure, but at this point you’d do anything to get Choso a little closer to saying whether or not he has any feelings for you, if he wants you in the same way you want him. “Probably dinner at his place. Maybe a movie. Not sure yet.”

Choso hums quietly. “And you like this guy…that you just met…today…Kaito…” He says his name like he’s testing it on his tongue.

“He’s really nice.”

“As you’ve said.”

You’re about taken aback by the sudden bite in Choso’s tone, but you ignore his snarkiness. “I don't know how I feel about him yet.”

“Clearly you like him enough to be telling me about him.”

More bite behind his words. Still, you push forward. “I mean, is that bad?” You adjust the phone, moving it to your other ear as you get comfortable beneath your blankets. “You’re my friend, right?”

“Sure, but we don’t talk about stuff like this.”

And he had a point. Even during your summers entertaining Mahito, Choso never wanted to hear about any conversations you had with him. And it’s not like you had that many interactions with him anyway since Choso seemed to always be there whenever the silver haired boy was near you. And you had friends back home to talk about your school girl crushes that never resulted in anything with.

Aside from your first encounter with Mahito, Choso had also never discussed whether or not you were ever interested in anyone romantically and you had never thought to ask him either. Granted, you only saw each other over the summers and during the year, school kept you both so busy, you couldn’t worry about dating. Your parents were never against it and you'd gone to a movie or two with people who had asked you out, but it was never serious. You didn't care enough to commit to anyone, too focused on trying to get into a good school.

In the summers, the last thing on your mind was asking Choso if he had feelings for anyone else. Most of the time he was with you, anyway. And when he wasn't, he was with his brothers.

You'd never given thought to Choso…desiring anyone.

Suddenly, the thought of Choso with someone else makes your stomach churn, has your head spinning. Choso in someone else’s arms, hugging someone else, kissing someone else’s lips.

Oh, it has your blood boiling in a way you’ve never experienced before and you try not to sound too petulant when you finally mutter, “Yeah, but I want to talk to you about it now.”

“But why?” He sounds thoroughly confused. You try not to sigh into the receiver.

“Choso…we’ve literally kissed before, but talking about crushes is where you draw the line?”

It’s the first time either of you have ever mentioned the kiss, now a memory that continues to plague your thoughts and your dreams.

“Even weirder reason to talk to me about this,” you hear him mumble on the other end.

“How? We’re adults! We can talk about things like that. Besides…” you fiddle with your blanket, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth nervously. “It’s really not weird at all…unless the kiss meant something…more to you?”

You’re met with silence. A long stretch of silence that has you fidgeting anxiously. You almost want to laugh, say “I’m just kidding!” and hang up. But then Choso surprises you. He speaks so quietly, you almost don’t hear it over the thundering of your own heart.

“Did it mean something to you?”

Of course it did. What a stupid question. That silly little first kiss and those lips of Choso’s have been eating away at your brain for almost two years. Saying it meant something to you felt like the understatement of the century. You want to scream out loud that that kiss meant everything to you and you’re sorry it took you so long to stop being an idiot and realize that yes, the kiss was more than that. It opened the door for you to realize exactly how you felt about Choso.

But even so, you still answer with a very quiet “yes”.

And because it’s Choso, who has never lied to you a day in his life, he responds without hesitation. “Me too.”

Finally! The confirmation you were waiting for! The kiss meant something to Choso, too. You weren’t crazy!

“I’ve been thinking about it since it happened. A lot,” Choso confesses.

“Me too. Probably way too much.”

Choso chuckles, which makes you laugh in turn. It’s the answer you wanted to hear from him, but now that that’s out there and your heart is calming down just a bit, it gives your brain enough time to catch up. And now, you’re a little confused.

“Wait. Why’d you tell me I should go out with Kaito?” You laugh again; half from nerves, half from feeling so silly that you used the guy as bait instead of just outright asking Choso how he felt.

The silence has suddenly returned and any semblance of humor seconds ago has now vanished. Now, you feel nervous again. Like your gut is telling you to end this call immediately. This is the calm before the storm and that knife you were twisting into Choso’s back to try and urge an honest response from him soon finds its way into yours when Choso says, “Because you should.”

The knife twists.

“You like him, don’t you? Go on a date with him.”

“Ha ha.” It’s all you can think to say, because it’s keeping the pain at bay for just a second longer. Only a second longer.

“I’m being serious.”

Another twist. And the sting begins to settle in.

“Choso…”

He says your name back to you. “Do you like him?”

“I like you.” It’s the first time you’ve openly admitted it to him. A few seconds pass by with no response, so you keep talking, if only to fill the silence. “Obviously you feel the same way or that kiss wouldn’t be on your mind two years later, right?”

Choso sighs softly. How can he be so calm and collected when you’re sitting here just now realizing that you’re shaking, nearly vibrating out of your skin.

“I like you, too,” he finally admits. “Have for a long time. Couldn’t tell you when it started, but it’s been for as long as I can remember. So yeah, I feel the same.”

“Okay…” You should feel calmer now, confident in the fact that your feelings for each other are out in the open. But that sharp sting of rejection is slowly starting to build, the knife in your back ready to bury itself deeper. “But?”

“Hmm?”

“I know you. There’s a but coming…isn’t there?”

Another bout of silence and you’re starting to lose your mind having to sit through it. This is not how you expected this conversation to go. And you blame yourself for the way it feels like your heart is going to beat straight through your ribcage and fall flat to the floor.

“But I can’t do anything about these…feelings.” He spits the last word out like it’s bitter. “There’s no future where we could ever be together.”

The knife sinks in.

“Why not?”

“Because–”

“And don’t give me some bullshit reason, either.” You cut him off. Because you don’t want excuses. You want honesty, like Choso has always given you.

“What’s a bullshit reason to you?” His tone is snippy again.

What is a bullshit reason? You don’t know. All you know is that you have feelings for this man who once pulled you from certain death over a decade ago. And he has feelings for you, too! He just told you so! You want to be with him, but he doesn’t seem to want to be with you even if he hasn’t said so yet.

Ironically, all this makes you feel like you’re drowning all over again, struggling to pull your head above the water but going nowhere. It's Choso holding you under instead of pulling you out this time.

“...I don’t know,” you finally answer.

“I do,” Choso responds tersely. “I can give you a reason. Hell, I can give you two, three, maybe even four reasons why we can’t be together.”

“Cho–”

“But I don’t need all of those reasons. I only need one – I’m no good for you.”

You roll your eyes. “Choso, you’ve been my best friend practically my whole life. I cannot think of a single person better for me than you.”

He sighs your name, calling for your attention, but you keep going. “And you know me better than anyone else. I know you better than anyone else–”

Choso says your name again, a little harsher this time. You keep on.

“Besides, you said yourself how that kiss stays on your mind. It’s always on my mind too and we can–”

“Stop!” Choso’s harsh voice cuts through your droning. This time, you can’t ignore the snippiness. Never, in all the time that you’ve known Choso, has he raised his voice at you. At least, not in anger or annoyance. Maybe when you were kids, because kids yell. Kids are loud and bossy and Choso was both of those things as a kid. He was always yelling. But he had never yelled at you the way he just had.

You’re so shocked, your mind so suddenly frazzled, that you can’t bring yourself to respond.

“Why are you insisting on this?” Choso sighs, trying to calm himself, but his voice is still coming out a lot rougher than it ever has in your direction. And it’s hurting you in ways you hadn’t known possible, your little heart beginning to crack within your chest.

“I...I just thought –”

“Thought what, exactly?” Choso asks, a dry chuckle following. “Thought that we’d confess that we have feelings for each other and then we-we’d talk about our futures, make plans to be together forever and ever and then sail off into the sunset?”

“I mean–”

“No.”

That’s all he says.

“No?” You’ll need more than that.

“No. There will be no talking about futures together, making plans, sailing off into the sunset…none of it.”

Those little cracks in your heart start to spread, slowly chipping away. That sharp knife you were twisting into Choso’s back is now lodged deep into your own and it’s fucking killing you slowly.

“I don’t–” Your voice is quivering now and you have to take a deep inhale to steady yourself. “I don’t understand. If I have feelings for you, and you have feelings for me…you said the kiss meant more to you!”

“And I meant that.”

“Then why?! Why are you doing this? Is this because of Kaito?”

“Yes!”

“ I–I barely know him! I only brought him up being childish. I was hoping you would realize you had feelings for me. That’s it! I want to be with you!”

“But you should be with someone like him.” Choso’s voice is quiet now, the harshness of it finally gone. “It wouldn't have mattered if it was Kaito or Utahime or whats the other guy? Suguru? I can’t give you what he– what anyone who isn’t me can.”

Now you’re lost. “What?”

“I can’t be what you need me to be. I can’t be the boyfriend you need, the support you’d need if I were to become your boyfriend…”

It’s embarrassing how quickly you feel the tears brimming along your waterline. How your heart shatters into pieces as he lists off the reasons he isn’t good enough for you.

“Look at my fucked up life. No mother, a deadbeat piece of shit for a father, three brothers that I’m solely responsible for and have been for practically my entire life…” He says your name, like a plea, begging for you to listen to him. Like you should take his word for it and simply accept it.

But you won’t accept it.

“I know all of that, Choso. I know you and what you’ve been through – what you’re going through – better than anyone else. And I still want you.”

Now you say his name like a plea, begging for him to hear you and your words. You don’t care about his struggles, about how he’s had to keep his family together his entire life, forced to grow up too quickly and become the glue that holds everything together. You were there for all of that up until recently. And even through it all, you always found your way back to Choso. That won’t change now.

The quiet drags on, just dead air hanging between you two and when he finally speaks, he surprises you. “And I want you, too.” He tells you, lifting your spirits ever so slightly.

Then just as quickly, he breaks you. Again.

“But I’m doing you a favor, so please. Just go date whoever you want, whoever’s good to you.”

“Choso–” Your voice breaks, your lip trembling as you try to fight the sob threatening to crawl up your throat.

“Please.” You hear the way Choso’s voice cracks in a similar manner. Like he has a sob to match your own trying to escape as well. “You…God, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. Don’t waste it on someone like me. You have everything going for you. I have nothing going for me. Just some loser working a deadend job in the same deadend town I’ve always been in and will probably always be in. And I refuse to drag you down with me. I’m looking out for you…Like I’ve always tried to do.”

Your protector.

Even when you don’t want him to be. Even when you wish he wouldn’t be. Even when it hurts you.

“It’s not that I don’t want to be with you,” Choso tells you. “I do. Fuck, believe me when I say that. I would love nothing more than that because I've wanted it for so long…but you deserve so much more than this.”

“You are not a loser, Choso. Just…stop. I think we can–”

“I have to go,” He interrupts. “Need to finish this stuff up and head home. Yuuji has a project due tomorrow that I need to help with.” He’s quiet again, but you can just make out the sound of him sniffling, choking down that same sob before he says, “I’ll talk to you later.”

Choso ends the call abruptly, before you can even say goodbye, and the shakiness of his voice stays with you for the rest of the night. Even as you shower, numb to the excruciating heat of the water. As you brush your teeth and crawl beneath your sheets where you finally allow your heart to fully crumple. Even then, you hear the clear tremble of Choso’s words.

It hurts. This is a pain you don’t have any experience with. You don't know what to do with it. This is a pain you’d hoped you would never have to feel. And you never expected your best friend to be the one to cause it.

But you’re hopeful that you two will be able to patch things up. That you two will be able to go back to normal, even if things are awkward for a bit. Because you don’t want to lose Choso. He’s your very best friend, long distance or not. He means way too much to you for your crush to get in the way. You just hope you haven’t ruined things between you two.

Besides, he did say he would talk to you later. You take solace in that, finally letting sleep take over even as your tears still fall.

If only you’d have known that when you opened your eyes the next morning and opened your phone to send an apology text to Choso, that your text would fail to go through.

If only you’d known that you would go to check Choso’s social media pages only to see blank screens because he’d apparently blocked you. You'd search through every account he has on every social media platform and find yourself no longer able to see any of his information.

“I refuse to drag you down with me.” Those words play on a loop in your mind.

He really meant it.

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Contrary to what “catphiles” think, for most people cats are bad, egocentric, individualistic and completely insensitive animals. In fact, the film industry has been saying this for years, as the world is the world and Disney is Disney. However, there are some approaches, like the film The Aristocats, in which the good guys are (incredibly) THE CATS! OOOOOOH! And this is actually the only exception, because in all other cases felines are the cruel ones in the movies.

While dogs participate in films filled with love, cats in cinema are generally associated with villains.

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Dogs are by far the population's favorite animals. Due to the ease of acquiring and maintaining at home, they have become ideal partners for anyone who has a pet at home. Cats come next in this dispute and associating a “rivalry” between animals (very associated with films), created this duel between pets and naturally those who have fewer fans end up being the “villains” of the story, in this case the cats

I can mention here several cartoons, books and films with the figure of the cat associated with the villain. Obviously, it's not just the same ones that tend to be associated with the villain, just look at the wolves that are also widely used. The thing is that it has even become a culture to create a production and place the cat as the villain because it is easier to associate and less complicated, even in several cartoons, such as Sylvester being less of a villain than

Sincerely? I have NOTHING against dogs, they are all beautiful, intelligent animals and deserve respect for their feelings, but the whole world has a wrong view about the personality of cats, aaaah yes they do!

So, let's get to the point: Another photo gallery, featuring the best-known feline villains in the history of cinema and television.

You've seen her in every Sylvester and Tweety cartoon you've watched. In them, Sylvester is always shown as a malevolent and stupid cat, whose only objective in life, to eat Tweety, is frustrated at every attempt by the canary's supposed superior intelligence. Sylvester and Tweety, who already existed separately in cinema, were coupled in 1949 by a Warner Bros. designer, Friz Freleng. In other words, for 51 years, children all over the world

Jerry the mouse, from Tom and Jerry, is perhaps even worse. Alone or with his minion, the mouse Spit, Jerry tortured the honest, sincere and gullible cat Tom in no less than 160 cartoons for the cinema, from 1940 to 1967. The creators of the duo were Bill Hanna and Joe Barbera (in fact, also responsible due to the impoverishment of cartoons with the "simplified animation" technique, which they invented when they started producing for television in the 60s). The latest designs were already delegated by Hanna and Barbera to bagrinhos, but the initial concept of the series never changed; While trying to protect his home from the presence of the parasitic and disgusting Jerry, Tom is electrocuted at the socket, set on fire in the fireplace, drowned in the sink, crushed by pianos and blasted through the ceiling. Insensitive and perverse boys watch this laughing in front of the TV - and probably repeat such violence with their cats.

There are no cat heroes in these powerful opinion makers that are cartoons. The heroes are always dogs, rabbits, ducks and, incredibly, especially a muddy mouse who hasn't made a film in 47 years and, even so, remains a symbol of a cartoon empire – have you ever heard the sound of Mickey Mouse? Walt Disney himself, although always careful that his studio did not offend anyone) was unable to hide his prejudice: in his films, the dog is the noble animal (see Lady and the Tramp and 101 Dalmatians, not to mention the 44 drawings of Pluto and 42 of Goofy made between 1940 and 1965). Nothing against that and Walt could like whatever animals he wanted. It turns out that almost all of his most famous drawings are also Anti-Cat

In Pinocchio, one of the villains is a weak and filthy cat who helps the fox deceive the doll. In Cinderella, the fat and treacherous cat Lucifer is a frightening threat to the mice Gus and Jaq. (clean rats that do not transmit any danger to humanity) In Alice in Wonderland, the Cheshire cat is far from being a sympathetic character – he knows that Alice could get into trouble and does nothing to stop it.

(I particularly love this cat)

In Lady and the Tramp, Si and Am are the two Siamese who destroy the curtains, attack the canary and the goldfish and attack the family's baby, causing the chaos that will send Lady to the cart.

And even in The Aristocats, which is supposed to be a pro-cat film, there are a handful of nasty stray cats on the scene, and the hero turns out to be, in fact, a mouse named Roquefort. And it's worth remembering that, in Mickey's very first cartoon, Steamboat Willie, from 1926, he tortures and executes a cat by turning it by its tail and throwing it into the sea. Come to think of it, Disney couldn't really like cats - he got rich building human mousetraps like Disneyland and Disney World.

It is normal that cinema has never done for cats what it has done for countless dogs, since Lassie and Rin-Tin-Tin; cats refuse to be actors and it is impossible to train them to do things that dogs, seals and even elephants accept naturally, such as climbing stools, doing somersaults or balancing balls on their noses - the intelligence, dignity and independence of cats does not allow them to play these humiliating roles. It is only possible to make a film like Stuart Little, in which the cats seem to "do" things, by filming them naturally and adapting the scenes to the script, when not altering them electronically

but remember that all cinema portrays cats like this

as a cartoon that really disappointed me because it was one of my favorites, it's Shaun the sheepwhere the cat is shown as a villain and is evil in every episode

There are people who say that cats in cartoons like Lady and Tramp are villains because the story is portrayed through the eyes of dogs where cats will always be the villainsbut because when the cartoon is about cats, dogs are never villains, since dogs don't like cats, cats are afraid of dogs and in cat cartoons their friends are dogs

For those who love cats, don't be sad as there are many, many animes that don't portray the cat as a villain

In fact, cats have more space in anime than dogs, there are hero cats, there are villain cats, there are all types of catsCats are everywhere, it doesn't matter if the cat isn't there there will always be something that reminds you of the cat like clothes or cat ears in anime

44 cats and superkitties and they're really good

another very good film coraline:

and as always, those who don't like cats have theories that the cat was the biggest villain in the film

but I disagree since the cat always helped Coraline, even at the end when she wanted to open the door the cat went ahead because he knew she was in danger

This was the post about the poor cats, this post is not originally mine, I just added some things and I also didn't make this post with the intention of offending anyone.bye Bye

#cats #cat #kitty #kitten

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@blbrrymilk A gift for dear wren!!! You inspired me to write Sampo and mini reader😚💖 This is my first time describing Sampo and I hope my description of him is passable...

cw: yandere, non-consensual touching, forced orgasm, mini reader, extreme size kink, reader has female reproductive system

So from the current version, we know that Sampo belongs to the Masked Fools organization. Taking back the mask equals taking back the power. What if Sampo learned at Penacony how to turn you into a mini size…

You kept rolling your eyes at Sampo, laughing at him. This merchant is really unserious and often sends you some fraudulent or obscene messages. He usually reports his whereabouts to you in real time (you can't block him, not sure why) but you haven't seen him in the last few days.

Sampo appears at your doorstep like a gift from heaven. Not really surprised. As soon as you opened the door and saw him, you closed the door again. He held the door frame with his hands and fought hard with you, explaining to you that he forgot to bring his wallet and could not go home now and would probably faint from hunger in the snow and ice. He claims that the "thin and pitiful" figure will be covered in ice and snow if you choose to ignore him. You sighed. "Okay. Come in. You're only allowed to stay for a moment."

You walked into the kitchen and poured a cup of steaming warm tea for the guest. It was so flattering that you gave him tea. His smile was like overflowing water, and he was holding tea in his hands, blowing and sipping. You rested your chin on your palm and squinted at him, "Where have you been recently?"

"Ah." Sampo's smile was slightly mysterious. "You'll find out soon enough."

A question mark appears in your mind. You clicked your tongue. "Pretending to be mysterious, huh." But in the next second, you see yourself getting smaller and smaller, shrinking until you become a little thing. With your eyes widened, you sat on the floor and looked up at the "giant" Sampo.

"As I expected, you look super-super cute like this! The Festival Planet is indeed extraordinary." His smile almost reached behind his ears, his face flushed abnormally, and he held you in his palms. You panicked and struggled, a pair of small hands patted his palm, but it was too gentle, like scratching an itch. "What- What did you do to me?"

"My dear, it's just some small adjustments." Sampo didn't have time to explain to you. Witnessing your helpless and completely manipulated posture, he felt a tingle of pleasure pass down his back and face. His thumbs lift up your top, slowly and carefully using his nails to pull your bra up so as not to hurt you. A warm breath hit your face. Taking off your underwear and lower body clothing can be done in the blink of an eye.

It’s just that your mini hands holding onto your panties are so cute. To avoid hurting your dignity, Sampo pretended for a few seconds that you were strong enough to resist him. "Stop, you're going too far!" you screamed, covering your bare breasts and private parts with your hands. "Awww am I going too far? This isn't good - because I'm going to continue anyway."

The thumb of his left hand pressed against one of your thighs, while the other thumb rubbed your mini clit and slit. You can't move at all. Sampo is like an irresistible, unshakable mountain. His smile widened as the small wet stain stained his thumb. "Look! Honey, you like this too - you like to be touched…" "I don't!" The bursts of pleasure are transmitted to your core, but you insist on denying him, feeling a little aggrieved and your nose is sore. "You ungrateful bastard…I let you in just to help you…" And the result of your good deeds was that you were stripped naked, turned into a mini and groped.

"Oh, I'm sorry…honey." Sampo's eyes softened, apologetically and appreciatively, but his thumb rubbed quickly. "I just like you so much, how about we try something new together? I promise it will be very comfortable!"

Sampo took out a small black stand from his pocket. You have no idea what it is, but you have an ominous feeling. As expected, Sampo locked your legs on top, while your hands were tied with gentle gift ropes, and two small vibrators were glued to your chest. Drop you into a snowy crystal ball with a view of Belobog. He took the small broom and continued to tease and brush your private parts. You squirted uncontrollably in the simulated snow scene, over and over again. Your soft moans and sobs echoed in the crystal ball.

There is no doubt that the lewd displays and teasing are endless…

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maximoffcarter · 22 hours

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Pairings: Casey Novak x Alex Cabot.

Summary: After having some control over Casey, Alex figures out that there is something that she'd like to try, something they had never talked about but her mind was now clouded with thoughts about it.

A/n: *coughs* So...here we are again. I uh...I don't think I have anything to say about this other than I'm...nervous about this one, I tried my best...you guys are insatiable and I love that. So, here is the smut you guys asked for. It's sort of a part 3 of 'Possessive little me', so let's hope you guys like this. A lil smut for the night🫢 If you got any more requests, please send them my way guys, either on my asks box or message me privately! Hope you guys enjoy this, leave comments, hearts, whatever you like and reblog so this gets some love🫶🏻

Part 1. | Part 2.

*not my gif.*

Alex chuckled softly as her eyes landed on Casey’s neck. “I sure hope makeup can cover up enough those marks. We wouldn’t want people to wonder what happened.” She raised her brow teasingly as she walked to unlock the door.

Casey sighed as she shook her head. “Can’t say I mind.” She smirked as she followed Alex.

To say that night had been eventful was an understatement. The next day Casey had put on as much make up as possible and even then, she felt the whole office staring at her, and not only that, but she had court most of the day so she would be running into probably two or three different judges, so she opted for a turtleneck shirt even if it wasn’t that cold. Alex teased her about it endlessly, asking in front of the squad why she had chosen a turtleneck on such a beautiful day and Casey would only stare at her with a defying look. And it wasn’t only the fact that Alex had left marks all over her body, but she was also so sore that she could barely stand in the uncomfortable heels, this little thing that had happened with Lake had given Alex everything to take control over Casey; and in all honesty, she was not complaining.

As in for Alex, after Casey had literally fallen asleep right after they were done, she stayed awake for a little longer, tracing patters in Casey’s naked back, smiling as she watched her sleep. Even after all these years, she was still surprised that someone like Casey would actually love her as much as Casey did. Alex knew Casey would do anything for her, she had her wrapped around her finger just like Casey had Alex wrapped around hers, she couldn’t be happier than she was. And thinking about the past events, she had to admit that she had surprised herself with how in control she had been, and most of all, that Casey had let her, giving up the idea that maybe after all, Casey liked the idea of Alex taking control of her at times, and Alex kept a note in her mind that she’d definitely do it more often.

A few weeks after that, they had both been loaded with cases, barely seeing each other during the day and too tired to do anything once they were home. But today, it seemed to be a calm day for Alex, and she took the opportunity to pay a visit to her girlfriend. She smiled softly as she stood at the door, finding Casey going through some files as she recited some words, most likely she was practicing either a closing or just the case. She knocked softly and her smile widened once green eyes found hers, that beautiful smile on her face as she stared at Alex.

“Hey. I thought I wouldn’t see you today either.” Casey smiled as she stood up, leaving the file on her desk.

Alex closed the door behind her and walked to Casey. “I finished some paperwork and don’t have to be in court yet, so I thought I’d at least see you and steal some kisses before I left.” She smiled softly as she wrapped her arms around Casey’s waist and pulled her against her body, leaning in and kissing her neck softly.

Casey bit her lip softly as she wrapped her arms around Alex’s neck. “You better not leave any marks there again, it was almost painful to have to wear turtlenecks for days.”

Alex chuckled softly as she looked up at Casey, biting her lip. “You should’ve shown them. You looked so hot with all those marks.”

“Oh, I’m sure you loved that.” Casey grinned as she leaned in and captured Alex’s lips in a slow kiss.

Alex sighed softly as her hand traveled up Casey’s back, pulling her impossibly close to her, moaning softly as Casey’s tongue grazed against her bottom lip and soon enough their tongues were fighting for dominance. They were really into the kiss that they didn’t notice the door opening, until they heard someone clearing their throat and both pulled apart, looking at the door and blushing hard as they found none other than Elizabeth Donelly.

“Do I need to give you two some rules? You didn’t have enough fun in high school?” Liz raised her brow as she walked to them, handing Casey a file. “So.” She smirked.

Alex furrowed her brows. “So…what?”

“I heard from a little bird that someone here is possessive. Are you possessive in bed too, Alex?” Liz smirked as she crossed her arms.

Alex blushed even harder as she stared at Liz. “I- uh…why would you-“

“No, I actually lead in bed.” Casey said casually as she looked into the file.

Alex turned to look at Casey and smacked her arm. “Casey!”

Casey chuckled softly as she looked up from the file. “Am I wrong?” She grinned.

“And who was in charge that one time here, huh?” Alex smirked.

Liz stared at the two of them, mouth agape. “I…” she sighed. “…can’t even say I’m surprised.” She shook her head. “But also…can’t say I’m surprised with this new discovery. Looks like what they said about you Casey is true.” She smirked playfully.

Casey turned to look at her confused. “What did they say?”

“Who’s they?” Alex furrowed her brows as she crossed her arms.

“That you’re such a…daddy.” Liz huffed a laugh as she gave Casey a teasing look.

“Daddy? The hell is that?” Casey laughed softly.

“Liz, who’s they?” Alex asked again, completely ignoring what she had said.

“Please, you’re gonna tell you’ve never heard of the term? C’mon, girls! I’m older than you and I already know it.”

“Wait…” Casey chuckled. “So…the kink. They think I’m daddy?” She laughed hard.

Alex still oblivious of the conversation, kept staring at Liz. “Who. Is. They?”

“They do. Heard it once or twice…they’re really into you, Casey.”

“That’s insane. I didn’t even know that was a thing for women.” Casey kept laughing.

“Right? But you’re it, Case. Own it.” Liz winked as she laughed with Casey.

“Who the fuck is they?!” Alex said as she frowned, looking between the two women.

Liz finally stared at Alex with a raised brow, a grin on her face. “The interns, Alexandra. And the squad has mentioned it too.” She huffed a chuckle. “I see why they say you’re all possessive.”

“Only if they knew that I am the daddy of the relationship.” Casey wrapped her arm around Alex’s waist and smirked, a playful stare on her face.

Alex exhales. “I swear you two…” she looked away as she tried to avoid them finding the redness in her cheeks. “You just fed her ego, thanks for that, Liz.” She shook her head as she looked at Casey.

“My pleasure.” Liz grinned as she walked to Casey, whispering in her ear but loud enough for Alex to hear. “Maybe you should give her some, so she calms down a bit, she looks like she needs it.” She smirked before she walked to the door and closes it.

“Jesus, Elizabeth!”

Casey laughs as she walked to the door and locked it, turning around to look at Alex. “I loved Liz’s idea.” She smirked playfully as she slowly walked to Alex.

“You’re insatiable. And a perv.” Alex shook her head as she stared into green eyes.

“You love it.” Casey said softly with a grin on her face, her hands going to Alex’s waist, pulling her impossibly closer to her body, leaning down and kissing Alex’s neck, earning a soft moan from Alex. “That’s what I thought.” She whispered softly as she nibbled and kissed on her pulse point.

“I have court in 15.” Alex breathed out as she bit her lip.

“Enough time for at least two rounds.” Casey smirked as she hopped Alex up in her desk, getting in between her legs.

Alex rolled her eyes playfully. “Cocky.” She grinned.

“What?” Casey laughed darkly. “My baby wants 3?” She raised her brow playfully, her voice huskier than usual.

“Shut up, Case.” Alex shook her head as she took her blazer off. “You have 14 minutes now. So shut up and fuck me.” She smirked.

“Yes, ma’am.” Casey knelt as she slipped her hands under Alex’s skirt to get to her underwear.

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After the cases that were given to Casey, Alex knew that Casey would be stuck in her office for at least another two to three hours, so she opted to go to the supermarket herself and get what they needed for the weekend. As she walked to the mall, she kept looking around at the stores and noted in her mind everything that she needed, and also her mind drifted from time to time to things that she didn’t need at all but still felt the need to buy. It wasn’t until her eyes landed on a particular store that it made her stop in her tracks; a sex shop. Her lips parting as her mind was clouded with not so innocent thoughts. For a moment she stopped and kept thinking if it was a good idea to go inside, she would only look and then leave, and she looked around as if someone was watching her. She then took a deep breath, and walked directly to the store, slowly walking in, and noticing that the store was almost empty, so she wouldn’t feel to embarrassed.

Her eyes wandered around the store, not even sure where she was supposed to go or what her eyes were looking for exactly. She started walking around the store; toys, clothes, lubes, cuffs, lingerie, there was so much that she felt a bit overwhelmed. They had never really talked about the use of toys or even to come to a store like this, they knew how to bring each other to their peak and that had been enough. But now, seeing all of these options, Alex couldn’t help but wonder if Casey would be up to use any of these things. Her eyes landed on a set of lingerie that she so wished that she could buy for Casey, they used these once in a while, to tease each other and it’d end up on the floor soon enough, and then her eyes landed on a particular item; a strap. She bit her lip as she looked at the variety of options and colors, for a moment her mind went to the wonderland and she pictured herself in it while Casey waited in bed for her, legs spread as she waited for Alex to-

“Hi, my name’s Rosie. Can I help you find anything in particular?” Rosie smiled softly.

Alex gulped as she looked at Rosie, suddenly feeling nervous. “I…uh…no. I mean…I’m just…looking.”

Rosie chuckled softly. “First time here?”

Alex huffed a chuckle. “That obvious?”

“No judging. It’s nice that people are opening up more to the idea of using toys and improve in their sex life.” Rosie grinned as she looked at the straps. “Those are good options. Personally…I’d go for that one.” She pointed to a purple one. “The harness won’t hurt you much around your hips, or your partners. It’s comfortable too.”

Alex felt her cheeks getting red as Rosie talked, her eyes on the toy as she bit her lip. “I’ve never…used any of these.”

“Well, people always go for the big things. They are eager. But personally, I’d go for that one. If you don’t actually want to use a strap, there are other options.”

Alex nodded as she gulped again. “I’ll…think about it.”

“You can find me if you do return.” Rosie smirked as she leaned closer. “I promise…you won’t regret it.” She then walked away from Alex.

Alex looked at the toy one last time before she turned and walked out of the store, walking to her destination. But now instead of focusing on the things she needed to buy, her mind was wandering again, and she couldn’t help but bit her lip and uncomfortably walk as she couldn’t stop the thoughts and images that appeared in her mind. She then made a note in her mind of bringing it up in a conversation.

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“Hey baby?”

Alex looked up from her laptop. “Yeah?”

“You forgot to buy some stuff for tomorrow’s dinner.” Casey said softly as she walked into the living room, raising her brow as she looked at Alex.

Alex sighed softly. “I’m sorry, I must have thought that I got everything, and I didn’t double check. I can buy them before I come home.”

Casey squinted her eyes as she looked at Alex. “You okay?” She walked to the couch and sat down beside Alex, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

Alex sighed again as she placed her laptop beside her, turning to look at Casey. “I might have been distracted when I went to the mall.” She bit her lip softly.

“Oh? By what?”

“Uh…” Alex looked down at her hands and fidgeting with her finger.

“I take it that it wasn’t by a piece of clothing.” Casey raised her brow. “C’mon baby, don’t get shy on me.”

“I went into a sex shop.” Alex snapped as she turned to look at Casey.

“Oh.”

“Exactly.”

Casey chuckled softly. “Why is that a bad thing? You saw something you liked?” She then paused. “Wait…you did. What was it?”

“Would you be up for toys? Like…I mean we use lingerie. But…we never talked about toys.”

Casey grinned. “I wouldn’t mind. If you’re up for it…I’m in.”

Alex smirked. “Really?”

Casey nodded. “Really.” She smiled softly and leaned in to peck her lips.

Alex bit her lip softly and leaned in this time to kiss Casey’s neck softly. “Good to know, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Casey bit her lip softly. “So, you not gonna tell me what you saw?”

Alex shook her head. “Nope. Not for now, at least.”

Casey rolled her eyes playfully. “Okay. Fair enough. Now, get your pretty ass up and let’s have dinner.” She stood up and extended her hand for Alex.

Casey was suddenly curious and got an idea of what it could possible be that Alex saw at the store, but she also knew that if she kept pushing, Alex would end up overthinking if it was a good idea, so she let the idea slip. They had never talked about using toys, which was true, Casey had always found some pleasure in using her mouth on Alex, and Alex was perfect with her fingers, and also her mouth; they both learned what they liked, and they learned how to please each other, so that was enough for them. But the idea of adding toys…any toys, it didn’t matter…she was excited about it.

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Casey closed the door behind her and literally kicked her heels off, along with her briefcase and her coat, not even caring where they landed. She walked around the apartment trying to find Alex, but the lights were out, except for their bedroom. Casey had told Alex that she’d be busy in court all day, and that she might get home a little late; it had seemed like Casey told Alex ‘baby, I’ll be all day in court, please send me teasing texts and don’t stop’. Casey’s phone was blasting with messages all day, no stopping. It was either messages or pictures that she accidentally opened during her short breaks. She didn’t blame her, Casey had done it before, Alex came back home and took her revenge, and now…it was Casey’s turn. Casey walked inside their bedroom and raised her brow as she found Alex in bed, a playful smirk on her face.

“Thought you’d be home late.” Alex smirked.

“I so happened to finish early.” Casey said in a low voice, almost whispering, taking in the appearance of Alex who had her robe on, and Casey was pretty sure that she either had a set of lingerie or she was completely naked.

Alex hummed. “Good for you.” She smirked. “Got my messages?”

“If this was your revenge…I can’t say I didn’t deserve it. But baby…” Casey exhaled. “…I almost got scolded by Petrovsky, I couldn’t take the images off my mind.” She wetted her lips as she stared into blue eyes.

Alex took off her glasses and placed them on the nightstand, crawling to where Casey stood at the end of the bed. “Oops?”

“Oops? Really?” Casey huffed a chuckle. “You got me all wet for the entire day.”

“Can I get a taste?” Alex smirked as she sat on her knees and pulled Casey’s by her pants, her hands going up Casey’s body.

“Wouldn’t you like that?” Casey smirked as her hands went to Alex’s middle, undoing the tie of the robe and opening it slowly, her eyes darting down, almost moaning at the sigh, her pupils dilatating. “I was hoping you’d use this one. You always look so hot in it.” She licked her lips slowly as she pushed the robe off her body.

“Thought you might like it.” Alex bit her lip as Casey’s hand landed on her hips, pulling Alex close to her body. She looked down and started unbuttoning Casey’s shirt slowly. “So…you didn’t answer me…can I get a taste?” She looked back up at Casey as she smirked, pushing the shirt down and throwing it to the floor.

Casey raised her brow as one of her hands traveled up Alex’s body, landing right between her boobs. “I first want to get a taste.” She grinned as her hands moved to Alex’s back to remove her bra slowly, throwing it to the floor and leaning down to move Alex’s hair back, kissing her bare shoulder.

Alex bit her lip as she tilted her head, giving Casey more access to kiss her. “Case…”

Casey grinned softly as she pulled away enough to get rid of her shirt. “Yes?”

“Just fuck me already.” Alex breathed out as she laid back down in bed, biting her lip as she stared at Casey.

Casey smirked and also got rid of her pants, staying only in her underwear as she crawled the bed, getting on top of Alex and leaning down to kiss her lips softly, but soon enough, the kiss became heated and messy. Alex’s hand moved to Casey’s hair and pulling her closer to her, her legs wrapping around Casey’s waist to pull her against her body and moaned when Casey started grinding on her. Casey’s tongue moved against Alex’s, both women enjoying every second of the kiss. Casey then pulled away and moved her lips down Alex’s jawline, kissing down her neck, licking and nibbling wherever her lips landed. Alex thrusted into Casey and moaned as Casey kept nibbling and licking on her neck, loving the feelings of her lips and tongue on her skin, the wetness between her legs growing even more.

Casey’s hand traveled down Alex’s body and played with the waistband, soon after moving right between Alex’s legs feeling the growing wet spot in her underwear and smirking as she licked her collarbone. “All this for me? Can’t wait to taste you.” She softly bit her shoulder, earning a whine mixed with a moan.

“Casey…I need you now.” Alex bit her lip softly as she looked at Casey.

“Getting there baby.” Casey returned to her lips and kissed her softly, her tongue diving into Alex’s mouth for a second before she pulled away and started kissing down her body.

Alex threw her head back as she felt Casey’s lips on her skin, stopping at her boobs to give her nipples some attention, licking and sucking while her hands worked on getting rid of Alex’s underwear. Casey looked down and smirked as she moved to completely remove it, throwing it to the floor. Her mouth watered at the sight of Alex completely naked, biting her lip at the sight of her glistening cunt. Casey returned her kisses to Alex’s body while her hands caressed her thighs, spreading her legs as she moved down. She kissed just above her clit and then moved to her thighs, giving open mouth kisses, looking up through her eyelashes to see Alex’s reaction. Casey softly bit the inside of her thigh and licking it to soothe the string as Alex groaned softly, her eyes never leaving Casey’s.

“Have I ever told you that I love the way you look like this?” Casey licked the inside of her thigh and smirked as Alex moaned softly.

“Case, please.” Alex moaned softly.

“As you wish, princess.” Casey smirked as she licked a stripe through her folds, earning a loud moan from Alex.

Alex’s hands went to Casey’s hair and pulled her closer, looking down at her and biting her lip, trying to swallow back her moans but her lips parting when Casey kept licking up and down. Casey attacked her pussy, moaning against it as Alex kept moaning her name and her grip on her hair tightened. Casey started teasing her entrance, spreading her wetness, making a mess in her lips. Soon after, her tongue slid inside her, making Alex grind her hips deeper, riding Casey’s face. The taste, the grinding, Alex’s moans, were literally making Casey feel hotter than she already was, her arms wrapping around Alex’s thighs to keep her in place.

It wasn’t long until Casey felt Alex’s grip tightening again, and that was when Casey slid in two fingers, making Alex’s back arche, moaning louder than before. Casey’s tongue spread more of her wetness until her tongue met Alex’s clit, wrapping her lips around it, and sucking it harshly as she kept pumping fast into Alex. Soon after, Alex pulled Casey impossibly closer to her, almost suffocating Casey as she kept her in place as she came, Casey helping her through it. Casey licked and swallowed every single drop, slowly taking her fingers out, she moved to kiss her thighs softly and then kissed her way up Alex who was a panting mess.

Casey grinned softly as she parted Alex’s lips with her soaked fingers, Alex wrapping her lips around it and sucking them clean, making Casey moan. “You were so good…so hot.” She smirked as she took them out and kissed Alex, their tongues dancing together.

Alex moaned against her lips and almost whined as Casey pulled away. She panted softly as Casey kissed her shoulder and then her neck, leaving soft kisses. Alex smiled softly. “I should tease you more often.” She chuckled.

“Only if you want to be punished next time. This time I was just eager to eat you out.” Casey grinned as she kissed Alex’s lips.

Alex moaned softly and then pulled away, biting her lip. “I got something.” She looked into green eyes nervously.

Casey raised her brow softly. “Oh?”

Alex took a deep breath and pushed Casey softly off her, getting up from the bed and looking into a bag that she left beside the bed. Casey furrowed her brows as she stared at every move that Alex made as she sat in bed, a little confused when she went into the bathroom. When Alex turned around, Casey’s lips parted in surprise, a gasp leaving her lips as she noticed the strap. Alex grinned softly at Casey’s reaction, thinking that maybe after all it hadn’t been a bad idea.

“I uh…I went back to the store today. I decided to buy it, but if you don’t want to try it, I completely-“

“I do.” Casey snapped.

Alex was a little taken aback by the quick response, staring at Casey as a grin appeared on her face. “You do?”

Casey looked up at Alex’s eyes, wetting her lips slowly as she nodded. “You know how hot you look? Like…you’re hot, always but…god, Alex. I want you to fuck me so badly.”

Alex smirked softly, tilting her head. “Get up…and take the rest of your clothes off.” Her voice suddenly became raspy as she stared at Casey.

Casey’s pupils dilated even more as she heard Alex, getting up and taking off her bra and underwear, never taking her eyes away from Alex. Alex slowly walking to bed and sitting down, leaning her back against the headboard, her eyes roaming down Casey’s body as she bit her lip. The idea of having total control, of Casey listening to her and obeying was driving her crazy. Casey finally crawled to bed and raised her brow curiously, wondering what was going to happen next, feeling her body shivering in anticipation.

Alex ran her fingers through Casey’s hair, her hand grabbing a handful of hair and pulling Casey’s face to her, making her gasp softly. “I want you to ride me.” She whispered softly as she kissed Casey’s lips.

Casey moaned softly against her lips and nodded, pulling away slowly. She moved slowly to Alex’s lap but was stopping by Alex’s hand on her hips, one of her hands moving between Casey’s hand, making her gasp softly and grind on Alex’s hand as she moved her fingers in Casey’s heat, spreading the wetness. Alex chuckled softly and leaned in to kiss Casey’s neck.

“All this for me? And I haven’t even touched you.” Alex whispered as she kissed her way up Casey’s ear, nibbling her earlobe. “I don’t even think we’ll need the lube.”

At her words, Casey moaned and threw her head back. “Please.” She breathed out softly.

“Please what, Case?” Alex grinned.

“Please…fuck me.” Casey looked down at Alex as she bit her lip.

Alex chuckled darkly as she nodded. “As you wish.” She whispered with a playful grin on her face, repeating Casey’s words from earlier.

Alex brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean before she grabbed the plastic cock and pulled Casey down, enough for Alex to start rubbing the toy in her wetness. Casey moaned a little louder as she felt the toy in her entrance, grinding her hips softly, making Alex chuckle darkly again as she saw how eager she was to have the toy inside her. Alex finally placed the toy in Casey’s entrance and started pulling her down, her lips parting at the sight of the toy disappearing, Casey throwing her head back and moaning loudly, her hands going to Alex’s shoulder to steady herself as she fully sat down in Alex’s lap.

“Good?” Alex asked softly as she looked up at Casey.

Casey nodded softly as she looked down at Alex, a whimper leaving her lips. “Yes.” She breathed out.

Alex nodded softly and started moving her hips up and down, Casey feeling the toy moving inside of her, Alex’s name leaving her mouth in whimpers as she started moving. Alex leaned in and started kissing Casey’s neck and nibbling, one of her hands going to Casey’s back to pull her close to her body. The sounds that left Casey’s mouth were music to her ears, feeling every thrust that Casey made only made her want more. At some point, Casey’s started moving at a certain rhythm that the end of the toy started hitting Alex’s clit, making her moan and gasp softly at the feeling. Alex’s lips wrapped around Casey’s nipple, sucking it softly and twirling her tongue around it, one of Casey’s hands going to Alex’s hair to pull her closer to her, turning her on even more at the feeling of her mouth on her.

“You’re doing so well, baby.” Alex’s voice became raspier, full of lust and need as she matched the pace of Casey’s thrusts.

Casey moaned louder and tightened her grip on both Alex’s hair and shoulder. “Alex…I-I’m gonna…” her breath became heavy as she spoke, unable to finish her sentence.

Alex nibbled on Casey’s neck, her arm wrapping around Casey’s waist to hold her in place as they both thrusted their hips. “Come for me, my love…” She breathed out as she felt herself closer too.

Casey leaned her head down to kiss Alex, the kiss was messy and sloppy as they both moaned, coming together in synchrony, breathing heavily against each other’s lips. Casey wrapped her arms around Alex’s shoulders to pulled her close to her, her chest rising up and down as she tried to catch her breath, her whole body shivering as she came down from her orgasm, Alex still moved slowly to help Casey ride down her orgasm. She huffed a chuckle as she looked into green eyes, one of her hands going to Casey’s face to move some of the hairs that were sticking to her sweaty forehead, softly caressing her cheek as she pulled her down to kiss her lips softly.

“Such a good girl.” Alex smirked as she kissed her jaw and down her neck.

Casey panted as she looked at Alex. “That was…good choice.” She huffed a laugh as she placed her hands on Alex’s neck to bring their lips back together.

Alex bit her lip. “I think you have one more in you.” She whispered softly.

Casey’s heart skipped a beat as she looked into ocean blue eyes, a grin forming in her face. “Maybe so.” She bit her lip.

Alex smirked and in a quick move, she had Casey lying down in bed and Alex was now on top of her. She leaned down to kiss her lips passionately, swiping her tongue against Casey’s bottom lip, Casey rapidly giving her access and moaning as their tongues brushed against each other’s. When air became an issue, they pulled away and Alex’s lips soon found Casey’s neck, licking her way down until she got to her collarbone. She pulled away enough to look down at the toy, rubbing it against Casey’s pussy in a slow motion, soon after, she inched it slowly into Casey, grinning softly as Casey’s mouth fell open and a loud moan came out of her.

Alex started moving her hips slowly at first creating a steady rhythm and with each thrust, Casey moaned even more, pulling Alex down to kiss her again. The kiss was once again messy, Alex swallowing Casey’s moans as she moved faster, Casey could feel her walls clenching around the toy as Alex thrusted deeper, soon finding her g-spot. Casey gasped loudly as her nails slowly scratching their way down Alex’s back.

“A-Alex…oh god…I’m gonna…I’m so c-close…” Casey moaned as she wrapped her legs around Alex’s waist.

“Go ahead, baby. I wanna hear you.” Alex kissed her way down Casey’s neck and bit in between her neck and shoulder.

“Fuck!” Casey moaned loudly as she felt once again her orgasm hitting, trying to keep Alex in place.

Alex moved slowly to help Casey ride down her second orgasm, peppering her neck with kisses, licking the bite that she had just made. She moved up to kiss her cheek and then her lips softly. She smiled softly as Casey breathed heavily, kissing her nose and her sweaty forehead. Casey opened her eyes to look up at Alex, panting softly as her hand went to Alex’s cheek, moving her hair away and bringing her down for a kiss. Their lips moved slowly against each other, the kiss being tender and full of love.

Alex smiled softly. “You okay?”

Casey nodded softly as she smiled, still panting. “I am…just…don’t move yet.” She huffed a chuckle. “Feels nice.”

Alex grinned softly as she kissed her nose. “Tell me when.”

They stayed like that for a few more minutes until Casey told Alex that it was okay to move, groaning softly as she lost the feeling of the toy inside her. Alex took off the harness and placed it on the night stand, thinking that she’d take care of it later. She moved to the empty side of the bed and pulled Casey to her, wrapping her arms around her as she kissed her head softly, Casey sighing happily as she laid her hand on Alex’s chest, but not before she kissed her neck softly.

Alex smirked as she chuckled. “So…who’s the daddy now?”

Casey slapped Alex’s arm as she laughed. “Fuck you.” She said between laughs.

“Oh, you wanna go for a third round? Insatiable, baby.” Alex playfully said as she laughed.

Casey shook her head as she looked up at Alex. “That was great. But you gotta let me rest, Cabot.” She then nibbled on her lip as her hand caressed Alex’s chest. “I also wanna try it.” She smirked.

“You’ll have your turn.” Alex chuckled as she leaned down to kiss her lips softly.

#casey novak x alex cabot #casey novak #alex cabot #alexandra cabot #calex #casey novak fic #alex cabot fic #svu fic #law and order svu #svu #calex smut

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Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 3: Housebreaking

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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Raph held onto his brother for half of the drive home before Mikey finally broke free and started scuttling about the tank, sniffing everything and nibbling on the edges of the console in curiosity.

"Hey! Hey now, no — bad Angelo, bad!" Donnie scolds, his shell concocting a mechanical arm with a spray bottle and squirting at Mikey.

He hisses at the water, scrambling away and crawling under Raph's chair with a low growl.

"I don't think he likes that, Don," Raph mumbles.

"Well, I don't like him trying to eat my baby," Donnie rebuts, gently cleaning the console and even giving it a kiss for good measure.

"What happened to him?" Leo asks, his voice soft and weak as he glances back at the youngest Hamato, still scrunched up under the eldest's chair, his eyes glowing and reflecting the light around him like a wild dog's.

"I... I don't know," Raph whines. "I didn't even recognize him at first."

Raphael hears Mikey make a sad whimper at that admission. Raph lowers his hand down, and Mikey rubs his face against his knuckles. Leo sets the tank to autopilot and walks over to look at Mikey.

He kneels down slowly, crouching on all fours to get a better look at him. Mikey slinks back slowly before recognition crosses over his face, and he gives his older brother a mild smile.

His tiny sharp teeth glint in the light, causing Leo to lean away and Raph to retract his hand. Mikey stops smiling.

"Oh, Miguel, what did they do to you?" Leo whispers, slowly reaching forwards to cup his face. Mikey purrs at the touch, leaning into it. Leo tries to coax him out, gently tugging his face ever so slowly. Mikey attempts to retract at first, but eventually relents and allows the leader to softly pull his face out into the light for a better inspection.

Mikey's face is covered in scars, scrapes, scratches. His skin is no longer cerulean green, but a much darker, deeper shade of forest green. It contrasts sharply against the bright yellow spots that now cover his face, spotted across his cheeks and eyes, speckling all along his arms and legs. His hands and feet are now claws, and Leo wonders if Mikey can still draw or cook or dance with them. They are sharp, and small red bloodstains are underneath the dirty fingernails.

Leo swallows nervously.

Mikey chirps at him, trying to be positive. At least one thing is still the same...

Leo smiles, and brings him closer for a hug. Mikey sniffs Leo's shoulders and arms before attempting something similar to a hug. His arms drape over him, his tail wraps around Leo and curls over his toes on the opposite side. His tail had barely been more than two or three inches long before, now it must be two or three feet...

Mikey chirrs at him again, attempting to communicate.

"Are... are you trying to talk, bud?" Leo asks, pulling away just enough to get a proper look at Mikey’s expression.

Mikey's face scrunches up as he forces noises from his throat. Soft growls, low groans, grumbles and moans as he attempts to get his vocal chords to work properly again.

Tears start forming in his eyes, frustration bubbling up. His tail whips around in anger, slashing against the console and creating a small gash in the metal.

"Whoah, hey!" Leo says, grabbing Mikey's dotted and spotted arm.

Mikey stares at him in shock and fear.

He can't do it.

He can't get the words out anymore.

His eyes communicate basic emotions. Fear. Panic. Desperation. Utter grief.

"We'll figure it out, bud," Leo promises, rubbing Mikey's arm. "I promise."

Mikey blinks at him.

He tries to smile again. Without showing his teeth.

"Donnie," Leo calls. His twin is trying to fix the gash in the metal. "Goggles?"

Donatello pauses from his repairs and turns to Mikey, flicking his goggles down and inspecting his transformation.

Mikey flinches suddenly, whimpering as Dee starts inspecting him all over. Donnie grabs his arm and lifts it up to scan it, but Mikey starts struggling against him, crying like a little child. His eyes swap between Leo and Raph, begging one of them to help. He opens his mouth and moans at them, trying desperately to speak, say something. All he can manage is croaks and whines.

"Ah, ah...! Ah! Ah! Mmnghh! Ah!"

"Mikey, what's wrong?" Raph asks, worried.

"I'm assuming he doesn't like me poking around him," Donnie suggests. "I'm guessing it has something to do with whoever did this to him."

"What?" Leo asks, his voice cracking. "W-what do you mean?"

"Well, it's obvious enough that Mikey didn't do this to himself," Donnie says flatly. "Therefore, logically, someone else did this to him. He was in a lab, so I'm guessing scientists wanted to either study mutations on other mutants, or maybe they were just experimenting in general. It doesn't really matter at this point. They'll still have to deal with me."

Mikey's eyes widen at Donnie. He slowly relaxes, letting him continue.

"Anyways, I guess me examining him brought up traumatic memories. Scan complete, by the way," he announces, releasing his hold on Mikey's arm.

Mikey scuttles away, still slightly wary of his new surroundings. He creeps around the tank, looking at everything like it's brand new, like he’s never been in this tank before.

"Just don't go biting anything, okay?"

"Or anyone," Raph whispers.

"Did he bite you?" Leo asks in shock.

Raph shows him his hand, and Leo jumps to help clean and bandage it up. For such a small puncture, it's bleeding a lot. And who knows what else has been in Mikey's mouth? They can't risk an infection.

Mikey explores the tank and rediscovers the ice cream machine as Donatello uploads the scans and information to his network. The look on his face says that it probably isn't good news...

"What is it?" Leo asks.

"Just... complicated," Donnie assures him. "Nothing a genius can't fix..."

There is hesitance in his voice. Anxiety. Worry. Doubt.

Fortunately, Mikey doesn't hear it. He's too distracted by the overflow of frozen confections pouring from the nozzle. He flinches and hisses at the cold, sneering at it. He doesn’t like the cold very much.

After a few minutes, they arrive at the lair.

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#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt mikey #double-mutated mikey #double mutated #double mutated mikey #double mutation #mutated #mutation #ficlet #mikey fanfic #angsty fanfic #fanfic writing #fanfic update #rottmnt fanfiction #fanfiction

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blank rounds.

₊˚ ᗢ synopsis; your childhood friend and bandmate moved away from your hometown to pursue music, leaving you behind. you break away from the punk rock scene, slowly building up your idol persona until you eventually move to tokyo, not to find love, but to find yourself.

⤷ genres/warnings; smau, band/idol au, slow burn, pining, fluff, angst, implied sexual intercourse, social media drama, scandals, toxic relationships, fem!reader.

⤷masterlist; here.

GUITARIST - kazuha

inspired by ren honjo, he started his music career in his small hometown, having lived independently in an abandoned warehouse given to him after his parents passed away. he moved to tokyo after being invited by scaramouche to join blank rounds.

had a past relationship with (name) for several years. they broke up 3 years ago but he still wears the vivienne westwood necklace she gave him after their first live show. part of him wishes she could have gone with him to tokyo, but he believes a relationship with him will only tie her down.

his favorite thing to do is write poetry, most of which is about (name).

VOCALIST - ganyu

half chinese/japanese, she moved to tokyo alongside her family friend xiao. her love from singing came from her childhood when she used to listen to chinese ballads. it only changed to rock after she and xiao would walk home together, listening to his favorite bands on his ipod that she started to love the genre.

she vaguely knows about kazuha’s past. her curiosity makes her want to know more and at times, she finds herself waiting for him when he’s lagging behind the group. she reaches out and talks to him on the occasion, hoping to know more about him.

BASSIST - scaramouche

he and kazuha met when they were in the same high school band. his mother had to switch jobs three years into the school year and he was forced to leave. however, before doing so, he invited kazuha to join blank rounds, a band that xiao started with ganyu, and was starting to take off.

to some extent, he feels at fault for breaking (name) and kazuha up. he’s not a fool to their googly eyes. he was unsure about taking up bass, he only agreed to it because kazuha told him he wanted to try something new.

DRUMMER - xiao

he has always loved rock since he was a child. his adoptive father zhongli would have old cds with a few notable names on his shelf, and he’d listen to them frequently after school.

he knows about hu tao from his father. he has no interest in going out to talk to her but he admires her love for dance. he’s seen her a couple of times at their house, practicing and showing off to zhongli her next dance choreography. he doesn’t want to admit it but he’s watched a few of her Youtube videos.

NOTES & RELATIONSHIPS:

kazuha tries his hardest not to talk about (name) in front of others. to some extent, he fears what will happen if they cross paths. he wants nothing more but to be with her, he wants to go back home one day, he's just not sure if she wants to go home too.

xiao & ganyu are not romantically interested in each other despite what tabloids say. they see each other more as family figures. however, ganyu does kind of wish that he would show some interest in girls just so she can tease him about it. it seems like his type of girl is someone who is blonde and kind-hearted.

scaramouche, despite being the ass he is sometimes, cares deeply about kazuha just as much as the latter does for his band. he won't say it out loud: he kind of wishes (name) and him could get back together, but only after their band succeeds in beating out ei's billboards in tokyo.

#₊˚ ᗢ first love smau #₊˚ ᗢ kirimoochi #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #kazuha kaedehara x reader #genshin #genshin impact #kazuha #kazuha kaedehara #kaedehara kazuha x reader #smau #genshin smau #genshin impact smau #genshin imagines

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Sub-Zero x Apprentice Reader: Father Figure

Young reader is an apprentice under Kuai Liang.

Warning: Your dad is an asshole just for this fic. (If he is irl my condolences) ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Evening hits as the ice clan is dismissed from class for today. Training today was smooth, though you were still lacking behind. You didn't worry about it, though. It wasn't like the Grandmaster would be cruel to send you out to battle unprepared.

All your peers were leaving, yet you lacked behind as you weren't that eager to walk all the way home by yourself again. It's an everyday thing for you, but still, you were always paranoid. Even if you did have friends outside of training sessions, no one goes the same way as you.

Glancing around, you spot the Grandmaster doing his own thing, not appearing busy. Surely it wouldn't hurt to ask him, right?

Isn't he supposed to care about his students?

Shyly walking to him - shuffling your boots through the snow - you got your words together for what you'd request.

Kuai sees you approaching and stops what he's doing, the master cryomancer wondering what you were up to. "Greetings, Y/n. Did you need something?"

"Yes, Grandmaster. Could you... walk me home?" You felt yourself shrinking. Now that you've asked, it felt shameful. "If you want- I don't want to bother you. I just don't like walking by myself." The excuses made you feel all the more flustered.

Kuai didn't see such an issue, though. Maybe you could use the company. Besides, he wasn't doing much at the moment. It'd be nice to interact with another student other than Frost for once.

"Very well." He shrugs. It was just that easy.

One new thing he gets to learn about you during the walk is that your village is a little far from the Lin Kuei palace. Dangerous, too. Somehow, you still had a decent attendance.

Safely escorted to your cabin, you stepped on the frozen doormat before you look back at him and bowed. "Thanks for walking with me. Shall I try to bring you some tea or a snack before you go?"

"No thanks." Kuai politely turned down. "Are you here by yourself?"

You frowned and looked to the side. "Err, my dad is inside, but I'm sure he's likely asleep. I shouldn't bother him."

The scarred man's brows narrowed but he wasn't going to press it too much. "How come he doesn't walk you to training?"

"He's busy like all of us." You answered.

"Hm. Well, I'll come get you tomorrow." That sounds more like a command than offer.

Still, you had to think for a second. Anything unplanned or unusual is inconvenient, something you picked up from behavior.

"Be here early." You tell your Grandmaster, and he nods before walking away from your cabin, returning to his palace.

---Next Morning---

You've woken up and already did some morning stretches. You hurried, yet quietly, packed up your items for today. Kuai Liang should be almost here right about now as you two planned. You just hope your dad wasn't awake at this important time-

"Well, good morning to you." You hear the same patronizing voice.

"Morning." You responded, walking to the door and not looking back until he stops you.

"Don't you leave the house a little later? Why are you leaving this early?" The side of your eye could see him cross his arms, staring dead at you.

"So I could start training early." You say with an unintentional attitude.

"If you don't want to be near me, you can just say that."

You look at your father with absurdity. "I didn't even say that, I just said I was going to train early."

He nods and walks to the couch. "Right. You keep talking to me with that tone."

"Whatever, dad." You mutter without thinking. Not such a good move.

You flinched at the loud sound behind you and you didn't know if he slammed something off the table or flipped it over. Your eyes remained glued on the door.

"Just get the hell out of my house. Go!"

Your lips quivered and you turned the doorknob, opening the door and completely froze up when you see your mentor right there.

His inarticulate eyes fall on you, and though your face was shocked, he could see the distress.

It was a brief silence. You could tell that your father behind you was also surprised as well, before he spoke up to the powerful man.

"Grandmaster Kuai Liang. What a surprise you're at my house at this time... Did you need my daughter?"

Kuai glares at your dad with hidden judgement. "I'm here to make sure she walks safely to her academy. Something you are unable to do. And I'd appreciate if you don't treat my pupil like that."

The second Sub-zero gently guides you to his side as if protecting you from your own kin's foul vibe.

"It's nice meeting you, Mr. L/N. I hope next time, you better yourself." Not that you noticed really, but his tone held a threat to your dad.

Shutting the door behind you two, Kuai holds your hand and guides the way.

"Is he always like that?" He questions you before his tone gets darkly concerning. "Does he put his hands on you?"

"Not anymore. I'm too old for that." You groaned. "But I don't know his issue. He just... He's never happy."

"And that gives him the reason to treat you like your beneath him? That's not how a father treats his daughter."

You already knew that. You were just unlucky in this life. Noticing your frown, he squeezes your hand slightly.

"I'll train you to be the best cryomancer this realm has, and your father will regret treating you as he does. And I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you." The ice man promises you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fun fact: I was originally gonna make this a Raiden fic but I rarely write about the grandmasters.

#mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk imagine #mortal kombat imagines #mk headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #sub zero x reader #sub zero #sub zero x y/n #sub zero x you #kuai liang #goddesswritings

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disasterbiwriter · 1 day

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You already know I want to read about what happens the first time Jess gets sick and how Luke handles it 😅

As he has every morning since he brought Jess home six weeks ago, Luke wakes up at 3 AM.

It's not terribly far off from his standard 4 AM wake-up-and-meet-the-bread-guy schedule, but given that he hasn't been falling asleep until midnight most of those nights, a victim of sky-high anxiety and a mental to-do list that feels as long as his leg, it feels a little insulting that his body won't permit him to at least sleep until his alarm goes off.

He tries to focus on his breathing in hopes that he'll ease himself back to sleep for another blessed twenty minutes, but the minute his eyes close again, he becomes aware of the barest pressure on the edge of his blanket.

Luke cracks open one eye to see his three-year-old nephew standing next to him, all bedhead and solemn dark eyes.

"Hey Jessy," he croaks. He pushes up on an elbow. "What's up, bud?"

Jess shrugs and doesn't say anything. Not unusual - he's still shy around Luke, warming up by degrees day after day.

"Did you have a bad dream?" Luke tries.

Jess shakes his head.

Luke hesitates, not sure what to do next, then finally tries, "Do you want to come up here and try to go back to sleep?"

That's all it takes. Jess scrambles up the side of the bed and wedges himself firmly against Luke's ribcage. Luke is instantly on the verge of tears.

It's the first time Jess has ever reached out to touch him first.

Luke thinks he's in for it now, an hour of wiggles and kicking, but Jess drops back to sleep immediately. It's impressive, his ability to konk out like that. Luke envies it. Jess's little mouth drops open and the tight fist he has clutched up under his chin relaxes.

Moving centimeters at a time, Luke lowers himself back down on the mattress and gently reaches down to stroke Jess's hair. He breathes in the little boy's sleepy, sweaty scent, which has become so familiar to him he wonders how he ever did without it before. Luke frowns, then dips his head closer and takes another deep breath.

Jess smells... wrong. His normal, sweet, little-boy smell is still there, but he also smells mildly of something vaguely sour and phlegmy. Luke frowns and gently presses the back of his hand to Jess's forehead. A little sticky, maybe, and warm, but not unduly so.

Hm.

"He... smells sick?"

Luke tries to keep his voice level, but Jess's preschool teacher, Ms. Marian, sounds like she thinks he's nuts, and frankly Luke's temper is its own beast even when people aren't treating him like he's crazy.

He counts backwards from ten, then says, "I just figure keeping him home today is the right way to go. If he's better tomorrow, he'll be back then."

Luke stays on high alert for the rest of the day, taking Jess's temperature every hour or so, chasing the little boy down as he wanders through the diner. It's normal all day, and Jess is himself: tactile, curious, still quiet but getting bolder the longer he lives with Luke. Luke, on the other hand, is exhausted from trying to keep up with regular business and making sure that Jess doesn't climb into a bag of flour.

"But imagine how you'd feel if you'd sent him to school and he was sick," Lorelai says that afternoon when he admits that he feels like a mother hen. She's moving through the diner in this balletic way, delivering meals, bussing tables, plucking up one of Jess's crayons to add eyebrows to the monster they are drawing piece by alternating piece. It's starting to look uncomfortably like Taylor Doose, and Luke is certain this is not a coincidence.

"I guess," he grumbles.

"You gotta go with your gut. But guts can be famously hard to interpret." She rubs one hand over her stomach, stretching her face comically and bringing a giggle out of Jess. "Sometimes I think my gut is telling me one thing, but really it's just saying it needs one of Luke's brownies."

"Brownies?" Jess asks hopefully.

Luke shakes his head and checks the register one last time - plenty of singles, quarters, and dimes. "After dinner," he tells Jess. He comes out from behind the counter and angles his nephew towards the stairs. "Tomorrow?" he asks Lorelai.

"It's only a dayyyyy awayyyyy!" she carols after him.

They eat dinner and Jess happily scarfs down the promised brownie. Luke gives him a bath and sniffs his head again (still a little sour), so he washes his hair twice. They read I Am a Bunny once and The Monster at the End of this Book one and a half times (Luke's Grover voice was apparently unsatisfactory in the first attempt) and by the time Jess is asleep, Luke is halfway there himself. He strips and showers and collapses into bed and is asleep before The Arsenio Hall Show.

So when he jolts awake in the middle of the night, fully alert, he assumes it's because he went to bed so blessed early. He glances at the clock: half past twelve. So then what...

The sharp bark that rings out through the apartment pulls him immediately out from under his quilt and to his feet. A seal, he is convinced there is a seal in the apartment. What the hell kind of dream...?

The seal calls again, but this time Luke registers it for what it is. Not a seal, a cough.

He turns on his bedside lamp and squints across the room. There's Jess, sitting up in bed, curled over like an apostrophe. His back is turned towards Luke, and the sharp, barking coughs shake his little frame.

"Oh buddy," Luke murmurs. He palms the thermometer and crosses over to Jess, dropping into a crouch in front of his nephew.

He instinctively touches his wrist to Jess's forehead and hisses in a breath. "Hey Jessy," he says softly, trying for calm, "open up your mouth and let's take your temperature, huh?"

Jess coughs again - it sounds so deeply uncomfortable that it makes Luke want to cough in response. "No, Unca Luke," he whispers - or Luke thinks he's whispering. He realizes a split second later Jess is so hoarse his voice can't get any louder. "My neck hurts," he says now. "Inside." He swipes at his nose, smearing snot across his little cheeks. It's a testament to his two months as a parent that Luke doesn't gag.

"Ahh. Sore throat, huh? Okay then." Luke settles for wedging the thermometer under Jess's armpit, feeling like the lowest dog in the dirt when Jess whimpers that it's cold. They sit for a few moments until Luke pulls out the thermometer and reads it.

101.3.

"Shit," Luke whispers. "Shit."

"Unca Luke, it's too cold." And like a flipped switch, Jess starts shivering so hard it makes his pearly little teeth chatter.

Luke's head swims. "Well, we can do something about that," he lies. He takes Jess's comforter and wraps the little boy up in it, scooping him up into his arms and bundling him against his chest.

In between spikes of panic, Luke manages to get Jess to take a dose of Junior Tylenol, all the while running through the list of options.

Call the pediatrician and leave a message with his service - no idea when he'll call back. Take Jess to the emergency room in Hartford - Luke hates the idea of Jess shivering and crying in the backseat for that long. Call someone - Cesar? Lorelai? - to drive them to the emergency room so he can sit with Jess. He's pretty sure nobody signed up to play ambulance service for their boss and his nephew when he hired them.

All the while Jess is still shivering against Luke's chest, no energy to do anything except cough and wheeze, while Luke spirals closer and closer to a full meltdown.

God, if things weren't already bad enough, Jess's cough is getting so sharp and acute that Luke is starting to get properly scared. Every cough makes his pulse rocket, every whistle from Jess's little lungs is enough to make him choke down tears. His whole body aches to do something, anything to help the little boy.

Suddenly, he finds himself remembering a night not unlike this one: waking up in the wee hours in his childhood home on Peach to the sound of a sharp cough and his mother's soothing voice. He followed the sounds to the bathroom he and Lizzy shared to find her sitting on their mother's lap, the hot water running in the shower, the room tropically steamy.

"Lizzy's got a touch of the croup, is all," his mother explained. "We'll sit here in the steam and she'll be good as new. Go on back to bed, hon. I've got her."

He doesn't believe in messages from beyond the veil or anything hokey like that - that was always Liz's deal - but that doesn't stop Luke from whispering a thank you to his mother as he bundles Jess into the bathroom.

Luke turns the water as hot as it will go and turns on the shower. The residue from Jess's apple-scented shampoo is still on the tub, so for a moment the room smells pleasantly like a pie. Luke settles down on top of the toilet seat lid, tucks Jess up under his chin, and sort of awkwardly rocks them both from side to side.

"Okay, Jessy. Let's just hang out in here for a little bit, okay? The nice warm air is going to help your cough. You're gonna feel better in no time, okay?"

"I want to sleep," Jess moans. He coughs again, rough this time. "I want my ducky pillow."

Luke curses himself. Of course he should have grabbed the ducky pillow! "I know, Jessy," he says aloud. "You're tired. It's late and you're ready to sleep, I hear you. Let's get this cough taken care of and then we'll get some shut eye. I'll stay home tomorrow and we can rest and watch whatever you want on TV."

"Babar," Jess says meekly.

"Babar," Luke agrees.

"Can I sleep in your bed?"

"Sure, bud. Once your cough gets a little better you can snuggle up in my bed. We'll get ducky pillow and you and I, we'll have a sleepover. But for now why don't you just try to sleep on me, okay? I'm not as good as a ducky pillow but Uncle Luke is pretty soft too."

Jess whimpers a little. "It's too bright."

"It sure is, kid." Luke rises into a half stand and manages to use one elbow to knock off the lights. He settles back down onto the toilet lid and gently rubs Jess's back. He watches the steam swirl around them in the glow of the nightlight.

Eventually they both fall asleep. Luke wakes up at eight to the water in the shower running ice cold. Jess wakes up when he feels Luke shift and demands french toast. He's sweaty and cheerful, bright eyed as he smears syrup all over his face.

Thirty-five years later, it's the middle of the night when Luke gets the call.

"I don't know what to do," Jess says raggedly.

"Hey, it'll be okay. Let me listen to her."

There's a pause. Then, "Hi Pops" echoes weakly over the line, followed by an old familiar bark of a cough.

"Hi honey-girl. I'm sorry you're feeling so bad. Let me talk to your daddy again."

There's a shuffle, and then, "Well? Should we go to the ER?"

"It's the croup, Jess. She's got the croup. Go ahead and take her into the bathroom and let the shower run, sit in the steam. She'll be okay. You've got her."

#hey remember that time i demanded asks and then stopped writing?#this one's for ernest who makes my brain wake up whenever she lets me read her writing #ernest only asks lovely things #jess danes au #i'm here jess au #luke danes #jess mariano #sick fic #gilmore girls #gilmore girls fanfic #am writing #fanfic

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parameddic · 8 months

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uhhh like this post for a starter set immediately post-TK quitting the 126. i'll write it, i'm around right this second, let's go!

if you are completely new to the 'let-the-17yo-go' thought i will warn you it's 6000 words at this stage of just me thinking v hard about tk living his life in the aftermath of choosing to let a kid go

#also you don't gotta know tk already he can just be annoyed and reckless/put-the-cup-down-too-hard/bump-into-people bc he is single minded #about getting Home and trying to figure out what to do Next #PS it is a very brief quitting he's going back he's just blowing things up first don't worry ab it #ALSO IF YOUR MUSE is a part of the 126 and u wanna tell me how they Respond to this/the news he's gonna be suspended/the news he's quitting #like If Your Muse Would Already Be Making Moves/Doing Something/Reaching Out/Etc #absolutely feel free to tell me what's going on for them and i'll incorporate it!!!!!#or you can write a starter and i will absolutely respond to it!!!!!!!!#i'm so (vibrates) on this idea man

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impulsively ordered a new pair of boots bc i saw shoefreaks had a pair of demonias on clearance sale in my size (!) and like. do i need another pair of platform boots? absolutely not and these weren't even on my wishlist but fuckit they're cool and at the moment i need every tiny shred of Something Good To Look Forward To after wrestling with my godforsaken java assignment for hours and getting absolutely fucking nowhere. the Death And Doom And Perpetual Academic and Professional and Personal Failure Spiral is real folks and if some 5" platform heels are what puts the brakes on said spiral in2 the Bottomless Pit of Despair well then so be it

#honestly the clearance markoff is only 35% but when reg price is over $200 that shit makes a difference #thank GOD for shoefreaks........ free domestic shipping..... in CANADA 😭#anyways theyre the demonia camel-300 #probably gonna wear em to tge a7x concert this month assuming they get here on time #might wear my white pleaser boots 2 the grandson concert tho bc why not right? gotta wear em sometime #hnngngnnnng too stressed 2 sleep knowing my java assignment is a verified shitshow and i just str8 up dont know how 2 fix it. at all #i am..... fuckèd. :|#theres nothing i can do about so i may as well sleep! bc its almost 3 am! but the stress! AHHHHHHH #kill me #gonna bus 1.5 hours 2 campus tmrw. demo my assignment aka display the stunning variety of 5xx errors i get in lieu of actual functionality #while trying to not combust from the shame of Being A FailureTM then turn around bus 1.5 hours back home #and . god and adhd willing. start working on my next java lab. bc its due sunday. and i haven't even looked at it #and lord knows i Can Not ask for an extension after the trashfire that has been this last assignment.#i hate college #no 1 even THINK the word python at me idek what im gonna do abt that but ots not due til the 23rd #i feel cautiously tentatively flinchingly optimistic that i might be able 2 figure it out. but only bc i havent worked on it for over a week

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How I got scammed

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/05/cyber-dunning-kruger/#swiss-cheese-security

I wuz robbed.

More specifically, I was tricked by a phone-phisher pretending to be from my bank, and he convinced me to hand over my credit-card number, then did $8,000+ worth of fraud with it before I figured out what happened. And then he tried to do it again, a week later!

Here's what happened. Over the Christmas holiday, I traveled to New Orleans. The day we landed, I hit a Chase ATM in the French Quarter for some cash, but the machine declined the transaction. Later in the day, we passed a little credit-union's ATM and I used that one instead (I bank with a one-branch credit union and generally there's no fee to use another CU's ATM).

A couple days later, I got a call from my credit union. It was a weekend, during the holiday, and the guy who called was obviously working for my little CU's after-hours fraud contractor. I'd dealt with these folks before – they service a ton of little credit unions, and generally the call quality isn't great and the staff will often make mistakes like mispronouncing my credit union's name.

That's what happened here – the guy was on a terrible VOIP line and I had to ask him to readjust his mic before I could even understand him. He mispronounced my bank's name and then asked if I'd attempted to spend $1,000 at an Apple Store in NYC that day. No, I said, and groaned inwardly. What a pain in the ass. Obviously, I'd had my ATM card skimmed – either at the Chase ATM (maybe that was why the transaction failed), or at the other credit union's ATM (it had been a very cheap looking system).

I told the guy to block my card and we started going through the tedious business of running through recent transactions, verifying my identity, and so on. It dragged on and on. These were my last hours in New Orleans, and I'd left my family at home and gone out to see some of the pre-Mardi Gras krewe celebrations and get a muffalata, and I could tell that I was going to run out of time before I finished talking to this guy.

"Look," I said, "you've got all my details, you've frozen the card. I gotta go home and meet my family and head to the airport. I'll call you back on the after-hours number once I'm through security, all right?"

He was frustrated, but that was his problem. I hung up, got my sandwich, went to the airport, and we checked in. It was total chaos: an Alaska Air 737 Max had just lost its door-plug in mid-air and every Max in every airline's fleet had been grounded, so the check in was crammed with people trying to rebook. We got through to the gate and I sat down to call the CU's after-hours line. The person on the other end told me that she could only handle lost and stolen cards, not fraud, and given that I'd already frozen the card, I should just drop by the branch on Monday to get a new card.

We flew home, and later the next day, I logged into my account and made a list of all the fraudulent transactions and printed them out, and on Monday morning, I drove to the bank to deal with all the paperwork. The folks at the CU were even more pissed than I was. The fraud that run up to more than $8,000, and if Visa refused to take it out of the merchants where the card had been used, my little credit union would have to eat the loss.

I agreed and commiserated. I also pointed out that their outsource, after-hours fraud center bore some blame here: I'd canceled the card on Saturday but most of the fraud had taken place on Sunday. Something had gone wrong.

One cool thing about banking at a tiny credit-union is that you end up talking to people who have actual authority, responsibility and agency. It turned out the the woman who was processing my fraud paperwork was a VP, and she decided to look into it. A few minutes later she came back and told me that the fraud center had no record of having called me on Saturday.

"That was the fraudster," she said.

Oh, shit. I frantically rewound my conversation, trying to figure out if this could possibly be true. I hadn't given him anything apart from some very anodyne info, like what city I live in (which is in my Wikipedia entry), my date of birth (ditto), and the last four digits of my card.

Wait a sec.

He hadn't asked for the last four digits. He'd asked for the last seven digits. At the time, I'd found that very frustrating, but now – "The first nine digits are the same for every card you issue, right?" I asked the VP.

I'd given him my entire card number.

Goddammit.

The thing is, I know a lot about fraud. I'm writing an entire series of novels about this kind of scam:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865878/thebezzle

And most summers, I go to Defcon, and I always go to the "social engineering" competitions where an audience listens as a hacker in a soundproof booth cold-calls merchants (with the owner's permission) and tries to con whoever answers the phone into giving up important information.

But I'd been conned.

Now look, I knew I could be conned. I'd been conned before, 13 years ago, by a Twitter worm that successfully phished out of my password via DM:

https://locusmag.com/2010/05/cory-doctorow-persistence-pays-parasites/

That scam had required a miracle of timing. It started the day before, when I'd reset my phone to factory defaults and reinstalled all my apps. That same day, I'd published two big online features that a lot of people were talking about. The next morning, we were late getting out of the house, so by the time my wife and I dropped the kid at daycare and went to the coffee shop, it had a long line. Rather than wait in line with me, my wife sat down to read a newspaper, and so I pulled out my phone and found a Twitter DM from a friend asking "is this you?" with a URL.

Assuming this was something to do with those articles I'd published the day before, I clicked the link and got prompted for my Twitter login again. This had been happening all day because I'd done that mobile reinstall the day before and all my stored passwords had been wiped. I entered it but the page timed out. By that time, the coffees were ready. We sat and chatted for a bit, then went our own ways.

I was on my way to the office when I checked my phone again. I had a whole string of DMs from other friends. Each one read "is this you?" and had a URL.

Oh, shit, I'd been phished.

If I hadn't reinstalled my mobile OS the day before. If I hadn't published a pair of big articles the day before. If we hadn't been late getting out the door. If we had been a little more late getting out the door (so that I'd have seen the multiple DMs, which would have tipped me off).

There's a name for this in security circles: "Swiss-cheese security." Imagine multiple slices of Swiss cheese all stacked up, the holes in one slice blocked by the slice below it. All the slices move around and every now and again, a hole opens up that goes all the way through the stack. Zap!

The fraudster who tricked me out of my credit card number had Swiss cheese security on his side. Yes, he spoofed my bank's caller ID, but that wouldn't have been enough to fool me if I hadn't been on vacation, having just used a pair of dodgy ATMs, in a hurry and distracted. If the 737 Max disaster hadn't happened that day and I'd had more time at the gate, I'd have called my bank back. If my bank didn't use a slightly crappy outsource/out-of-hours fraud center that I'd already had sub-par experiences with. If, if, if.

The next Friday night, at 5:30PM, the fraudster called me back, pretending to be the bank's after-hours center. He told me my card had been compromised again. But: I hadn't removed my card from my wallet since I'd had it replaced. Also, it was half an hour after the bank closed for the long weekend, a very fraud-friendly time. And when I told him I'd call him back and asked for the after-hours fraud number, he got very threatening and warned me that because I'd now been notified about the fraud that any losses the bank suffered after I hung up the phone without completing the fraud protocol would be billed to me. I hung up on him. He called me back immediately. I hung up on him again and put my phone into do-not-disturb.

The following Tuesday, I called my bank and spoke to their head of risk-management. I went through everything I'd figured out about the fraudsters, and she told me that credit unions across America were being hit by this scam, by fraudsters who somehow knew CU customers' phone numbers and names, and which CU they banked at. This was key: my phone number is a reasonably well-kept secret. You can get it by spending money with Equifax or another nonconsensual doxing giant, but you can't just google it or get it at any of the free services. The fact that the fraudsters knew where I banked, knew my name, and had my phone number had really caused me to let down my guard.

The risk management person and I talked about how the credit union could mitigate this attack: for example, by better-training the after-hours card-loss staff to be on the alert for calls from people who had been contacted about supposed card fraud. We also went through the confusing phone-menu that had funneled me to the wrong department when I called in, and worked through alternate wording for the menu system that would be clearer (this is the best part about banking with a small CU – you can talk directly to the responsible person and have a productive discussion!). I even convinced her to buy a ticket to next summer's Defcon to attend the social engineering competitions.

There's a leak somewhere in the CU systems' supply chain. Maybe it's Zelle, or the small number of corresponding banks that CUs rely on for SWIFT transaction forwarding. Maybe it's even those after-hours fraud/card-loss centers. But all across the USA, CU customers are getting calls with spoofed caller IDs from fraudsters who know their registered phone numbers and where they bank.

I've been mulling this over for most of a month now, and one thing has really been eating at me: the way that AI is going to make this kind of problem much worse.

Not because AI is going to commit fraud, though.

One of the truest things I know about AI is: "we're nowhere near a place where bots can steal your job, we're certainly at the point where your boss can be suckered into firing you and replacing you with a bot that fails at doing your job":

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/15/passive-income-brainworms/#four-hour-work-week

I trusted this fraudster specifically because I knew that the outsource, out-of-hours contractors my bank uses have crummy headsets, don't know how to pronounce my bank's name, and have long-ass, tedious, and pointless standardized questionnaires they run through when taking fraud reports. All of this created cover for the fraudster, whose plausibility was enhanced by the rough edges in his pitch - they didn't raise red flags.

As this kind of fraud reporting and fraud contacting is increasingly outsourced to AI, bank customers will be conditioned to dealing with semi-automated systems that make stupid mistakes, force you to repeat yourself, ask you questions they should already know the answers to, and so on. In other words, AI will groom bank customers to be phishing victims.

This is a mistake the finance sector keeps making. 15 years ago, Ben Laurie excoriated the UK banks for their "Verified By Visa" system, which validated credit card transactions by taking users to a third party site and requiring them to re-enter parts of their password there:

https://web.archive.org/web/20090331094020/http://www.links.org/?p=591

This is exactly how a phishing attack works. As Laurie pointed out, this was the banks training their customers to be phished.

I came close to getting phished again today, as it happens. I got back from Berlin on Friday and my suitcase was damaged in transit. I've been dealing with the airline, which means I've really been dealing with their third-party, outsource luggage-damage service. They have a terrible website, their emails are incoherent, and they officiously demand the same information over and over again.

This morning, I got a scam email asking me for more information to complete my damaged luggage claim. It was a terrible email, from a noreply@ email address, and it was vague, officious, and dishearteningly bureaucratic. For just a moment, my finger hovered over the phishing link, and then I looked a little closer.

On any other day, it wouldn't have had a chance. Today – right after I had my luggage wrecked, while I'm still jetlagged, and after days of dealing with my airline's terrible outsource partner – it almost worked.

So much fraud is a Swiss-cheese attack, and while companies can't close all the holes, they can stop creating new ones.

Meanwhile, I'll continue to post about it whenever I get scammed. I find the inner workings of scams to be fascinating, and it's also important to remind people that everyone is vulnerable sometimes, and scammers are willing to try endless variations until an attack lands at just the right place, at just the right time, in just the right way. If you think you can't get scammed, that makes you especially vulnerable:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/24/passive-income/#swiss-cheese-security

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