There’s actually cake inside that balloon and it’s their prize. And Shouhei really thought his heart was going to stop, but the cake was super fluffy and soft and light so I guess the shock was worth it lol.
Written for @geekinthejeep for the @bittersamgirlclub‘s Secret Santa exchange. I hope you enjoy the 3,615 words of Sam loving on some kittens with a side of light wincest.
The smell of smoke
is thick in the night air. The second floor on the south side of the
house is flaring up in 20 foot flames. The north side, around the
back of the house is waterlogged and covered in moss and mold, too
wet for the fire to catch. The house is burning unevenly, but it
won’t be long before the heat of the fire dries it out enough for the
whole thing to burn. This case was a nasty one, the old floorboards
of the house were soaked in so much innocent blood that they had to
salt and burn the whole damn thing to make sure all the spirits were
laid to rest. So Dean stands next to Sam as they watch the house
It’s not a bad way
to spend a night, standing shoulder to shoulder with Sam and watching
the red and gold light of the fire slowly consume the house, the
smoke and ash rising in plumes against the star-filled sky. Dean’s
just about to suggest they either grab a couple of beers or hit the
road when Sam startles beside him.
“Did you see
that?” Sam says, pointing to the bushes on the far side of the
overgrown driveway. Dean catches a flash of movement in the
underbrush, then a low shadow streaks across the ground toward the
back of the house where the flames have yet to spread.
Sam says and sprints toward the house.
Dean yells and follows hard on Sam’s heels, nearly crashing into Sam
when he skids to a halt. Sam is bent over his knees, peering into the
shrubs where the shadow came from.
Sam says again, voice strained with urgency, and bolts to the
backdoor of the house – the house that they just doused in salt and
gasoline and set ablaze.
Dean’s brain refuses
to process the key facts of the situation, namely Sam running full
tilt into a burning building, and during the second his thoughts
stutter over Sam and fire and Sam running into fire, Deans eyes fall
on a small black shape squirming in the underbrush. A kitten. Which
means the shadow they saw was probably the mother cat trying to get
her kittens out of the house. And that means that Sam just ran into a
burning house to rescue a fucking cat.
There was a loud meow, followed by a quiet cracking noise, from the spare bedroom. Brian got there just in time to see the first Purrloin push herself out of the pile of fractured eggshell, mewling near-silently as she squirmed around on the bed sheets.
She was tiny – less than the size of Brian’s hand – and slightly damp, eyes still closed as she instinctively crawled towards her mother. Priscilla herself purred happily as she gently licked off the newborn’s fur. Meanwhile, the shell of the second egg slowly started to flake away.
Brian’s not crying. He’s absolutely not crying.
…Screw it, he’s sobbing. His Pokémon’s an actual mom now, and they’re so small and helpless and adorable, and he just can’t deal with it.
reader is Stiles’s little sister and takes a definite interest in Liam after a
lacrosse game which doesn’t fly too well with Stiles
so I know that I have a lot of requests that I need to write still but this
idea popped in my head and I just had to write it. Sorry if it’s cheesy. :P I
am working on all the requests though and am hoping to have them all done soon!
“Hey Y/N I- oh, you’ve got to
be kidding me.”
I glanced at my older brother out of the corner of my
eyes as I turned the page. “What?”
Stiles huffed. “You’re still reading?”
Sniffing, I muttered, “Obviously.” It was hard to focus
on my book when Stiles was having a little bitch fit in my doorway, so I
reluctantly slipped my bookmark in place, crossing my arms and turning to glare
at him. “Is that a problem?”
“No, of course not- I mean, other than the fact that all
you ever do is read. And eat. Then there’s the occasional bathroom trip, and…
sometimes you sleep, I think. Or do you just suck energy out of the pages or
Rolling my eyes, I answered, “I didn’t realize reading
was crime. Shoot me.”
“Gladly, but that’s illegal.” Stiles sauntered across my
bedroom as if I had invited him in, flopping down in my rolly-chair. I watched
him carefully as he began to spin. “Listen, so, I was thinking… you spent the
entire summer locked up in here, and then most of the first semester… why don’t
you try coming up for air? Take a break from the books for one night. I promise
your silly little Romeo won’t miss you too much.”
I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at the cover. “This is
a book about middle schoolers discovering that they’re demigods.” Flipping the
book over so that the summary was visible, I slid it across the bedspread for
him to snatch up. “I honestly doubt Romeo is going to be making a guest
appearance any time soon. Even if he did, I wouldn’t label him as silly. He’s
Stiles didn’t say anything; his calculating eyes were
sweeping up and down the small paragraph. “Don’t strain yourself, slick.” I
mumbled. He scoffed as he tossed the book back lightly.
“What kind of name is ‘Percy’ anyway?”
“Okay, dude, you really shouldn’t be talking about weird
first names.” I smirked. “But if you must know, it’s short for Perseus. He’s
named after the Greek hero who-”
“-slayed Medusa and all that jazz. Yeah, got it. Read the Odyssey during freshman year.”
I cocked my head to the side. “The Odyssey isn’t about Medusa or Perseus. It’s about Odysseus’s
journey back to Ithaca after the Trojan War, and all the trouble he faced.”
Stiles made a face. “Yeah, okay, whatever. Back to my
original point, if you please. You need to get out. There’s a lacrosse game
tonight. You should come.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Are you actually going to be
playing this time?”
Snorting, Stiles hauled himself up and out of my chair. “Yes,
of course… probably… maybe.” He stopped short in the threshold. “Just, c’mon, please, Y/N.”
I groaned. “Fine. Get out. I have to get dressed.”
Pumping his fist in the air, Stiles ran over to me
quickly, grabbing my face in his hands and placing a sloppy kiss on my
forehead. I screamed and swung at him. He sprinted out of my room, laughing.
What an idiot.
The bleachers were packed. I was honestly surprised. Who
would have thought that this many people would actually show up? Especially
with dorks like my brother and his goofy friend Scott on the team.
I never really understood lacrosse all that well. All I
knew was that it was kind of like football with sticks, I guess. That’s how it
looked to me, anyways. It was very violent, and the ultimate objective was to
throw the ball into the goal. Then again, there’s not a goalie in football…
maybe it’s more like soccer but played with sticks…
My phone vibrated. I fished it out of my back pocket. It
was a text from Dad, asking where I was. He seemed surprised that I was actually
out of the house. What can I say? I’m a home-body. I don’t like people or
leaving my house for any reason.
Once I had assured Dad that I was indeed okay, that
Stiles had not kidnapped me against my will, and that the scoreboard indicated
that Beacon Hills was winning, he concluded the conversation, hoping that I
would have fun.
Yes, because sitting alone at the top of some rickety
bleachers surrounded by people you don’t know that are screaming at the top of
their lungs as they watch a game you don’t understand definitely qualifies as
Still, I tried to stay optimistic. Scott had bought me a
bag of candy, and Stiles gave me the rest of his Coke. My iPod was sort of
helping to block out the crowd’s ridiculous roar.
The stadium lights flickered on with a bang as night
started to descend. The glare provided just
enough light for me to take out my book and read. Score!
I was in the zone.
In my head, I was negotiating with Hades to the beat of Thunder Kiss ’65 by White Zombie… or was it Rob Zombie? He had
switched at some point, but I forgot to which one.
Suddenly, something flew right into my lap, causing me to
scream and toss my book over the side of the bleachers in my moment of terror. Hand
over my heart, gasping for air, I cautiously moved back to my original spot to
see… a damn lacrosse ball.
Furiously, I yanked out my headphones. “Stiles, you
asshole!” I screamed, shoving my iPod into my bag, along with my snacks. The
headphones were probably going to get tangled, but I was too pissed to care at
At the foot of the bleachers, laughing, were the two
biggest idiots I had ever laid my eyes on. When they saw me start to stomp down
the silver steps, they both pointed at each other bestowing the blame of
throwing the ball. I didn’t care who did it, to be frank. I was going to kill
them both for good measure.
“What the hell?” I shrieked when I jumped off the last
step, standing toe-to-toe with my brother. “You nearly gave me a heart attack!”
Scott snickered. “Your heart sounds fine to me.”
I scowled. “You too, McCall! I can’t believe you! And
here I thought that you were the perfect little gentleman… puppy… whatever. You’re
just as much of a dog as Stiles!”
“Dog remarks, huh?” Stiles flicked my nose. “Real classy,
I swatted his hand away. “Oh, don’t you ‘sis’ me. I’ve had enough of you. First
you make me leave the house, then you refuse to take me to the library-”
“-hey, I was running late for the game-”
“-and now this? Are you kidding me right now Stiles? And
you wonder why I don’t want to come out of my room. It’s because you two bozos
take every opportunity to tease the piss out of me, and I can’t stand it!”
Scott scratched the back of his neck. “Y/N, I’m sorry…
you’re just really easy to mess with. It’s funny. Please don’t be mad.”
I mimicked him with a high voice, and Stiles rolled his
eyes. “How mature.”
“More than you are.”
“Alright, whatever you say. I think it’s past your
bedtime now; that’s probably why you’re so crabby. Go sit in the Jeep. I’ll be
out of the locker room in like two minutes.”
“Past my bed- boy, you do realize-”
Coach Finstock cut me off. “Hey, McCall! Stilinski, and… smaller Stilinski! Get off the field!” Shoving past Stiles’s
shoulder, I made my way over to the side of the bleachers.
Stiles stalked after me. “Um, where do you think you’re
“To find my book, which fell over the edge when you threw a freaking ball at me like a five
Eventually Stiles and Scott left me the hell alone,
retreating to the locker room. Meanwhile, I strolled under the bleachers, neck
aching as I scowered the ground for any glimpse of the green book. Damn. I was
going to kill my idiot brother and
his idiot friend.
“Um, excuse me?”
Gasping I whirled around to see a boy about my age
standing back where I came. He was taller than I was, no doubt, with blond hair
and blue eyes. His lips were pursed slightly, as if he were mulling over the
words he wanted to say. When he stepped forward slightly, my heart skipped a
What was scarier at the moment? Bleachers somehow falling
on top of me, or a boy I don’t know approaching me in the dark?
Definitely the boy.
Strangely enough, as soon as my heart beat escalated, the
boy held his hands up slightly, as if trying not to disturb a frightened
animal, and took three steps back, placing him the light. He looked like he was
fresh from the shower with his wet hair and shirt that was sticking to his
chest. “I’m not going to hurt you or anything. I just thought… were you looking
In his hands was my copy of the Lightning Thief.
“Yes!” I lunged, eagerly reaching for the book. I nearly
plowed over him. “Sorry. Yeah, that’s mine. My brother scared me and I dropped
“It’s no problem.” He shrugged, and the simple gesture
made me think that he really believed it. “I just saw it and didn’t want you to
be out here by yourself. There’s… you know…” He looked as embarrassed as I
“What’s your name?” I asked randomly, licking over my
“M-my name?” He looked startled. Why? Did he have
something to hide? “I’m Liam.” He chewed his lower lip.
“Well, it’s wonderful to meet you, Liam. You’re my hero.
My knight in shining armor. My kitten-saving fire-fighter.” I joked, attempting
to make him more comfortable. Liam cracked a smile, blushing as he shook my
hand. “I’m Y/N.”
Liam’s eyes bulged slightly. “Y-you’re Y/N?”
Slowly, I nodded. “Yeah. Is that a problem? Did my
terrible reputation as a quiet nerd girl create some kind of awful opinion of
me prior to our meeting?”
He snorted. “No, of course not. It’s just…”
“And what the hell
is this?” I rolled my eyes, turning
around to see Stiles tearing across the field with an unhappy expression on his
face. “I thought I told you to wait in the Jeep, not go around flirting.”
“And I thought I told you
that I was going to look for my book.” I spat back, crossing my arms over my
chest. Then, as an afterthought, I added, “I wasn’t flirting. Liam found my
book and gave it back to me. I was thanking him. We introduced ourselves. That’s it.”
Stiles rolled his eyes. That seemed to be a habit we both
shared when we heard total bs. But in this case, I was telling the truth. “Right.
You weren’t flirting. Because that’s
Alright, he wanted to be that way. Sighing, I held up my
hands. “No, no, you were right the first time. We were about to just drop right
down on the grass and go for it, but then you showed up, saving my virtue. I
was too embarrassed to admit it. Oh, Stiles! How can I ever repay you?”
Scott raised his hand from behind Stiles. “I have an
idea. Never talk about your ‘virtue’ again.” He clapped Stiles on the shoulder
before moving around to come stand between Liam- who was beet red- and I. “Well,
it’s nice to see my Beta and practically my baby sister getting along.”
“Whoa, you’re the
Beta?” I exclaimed.
Liam nodded. “You know about… about all of this?” He
waved to himself and Scott.
“Um, yes. My brother has a big mouth. The day Scott got
bit, guess who he came to first?” I put on a falsetto. “’Oh my God, Y/N, Scott
got bit by a big doggie and now he’s turning into Jacob from Twilight! What am I supposed to do?’”
Stiles held up a finger. “One, I don’t sound like that.”
Huh. I thought I did a pretty good job. He ticked off another finger. “Two, it
was a terrifying moment. I had to tell someone
because Scott wasn’t listening to me- and you bought right into it, so don’t
even.” Can’t argue with that. Sadly, it’s true. But I was an impressionable
eighth grader who read too much. I can’t be blamed… right?
Then he was quiet, crossing his arms. “Well?” I asked.
He sighed. “Well what?”
“What’s the third thing?”
“I don’t have a third thing. What makes you think I have
a third thing?”
“Usually, when people list off stuff, there’s three
things. It follows the whole repetition of the number three from-” Stiles
slapped a hand over my mouth, moaning, “Oh my God, I don’t have a third thing.
Stop reciting your infinite knowledge about literary devices for once, please. I’m actually begging.”
I shoved his arm off, but didn’t continue. Instead, I
focused on securing my book into my bag. I definitely do not want to lose it again.
Scott spoke up then. “Alright, well, now that that’s
settled, Liam, do you want to come over for some pizza?” Stiles had told me in
the car that we were going to Scott’s after the game for pizza and video games.
Well, they were going to play video
games. I was going to go upstairs
into Scott’s room and read while I enjoyed my pizza.
Liam shifted awkwardly. “Uh, yeah, sure. Just let me text
“Cool.” Scott said. I took the opportunity to dig my
phone out too, passing it to Liam, whose eyes went wide. I laughed, “Put your
“Oh no. No no no no no. This is not happening. This,”
Stiles flapped his hand back and forth between us. “is not, I repeat, not
happening. Negative. No no no.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “And why the hell not?” I
countered, placing a hand on my hip.
“Because-” Stiles sputtered. “Because I said so! I’m the
big brother! I’m always right, and whatever I say goes. So no. This is not
“That’s not a reason; that’s an excuse.” I pushed my hair
over my shoulder. “Besides, I could count on five hands the number of times you’ve
been wrong today. You’re going to have to give me a more substantial reason
Stiles was bright red in the face. “Because he’s a
werewolf! And you’re my baby sister who acts like she’s all quiet and shy but
really is a sarcastic nerd who is super confident and hates people and dear God you don’t need to corrupt this
little explosive ball of rage. He’s a werewolf with anger issues. You’re someone who’s main goal in life is to piss other people off with your wide
range of freaky intelligence about books. It’s a recipe for disaster.”
Liam tried to butt in with, “I’m a what?” but neither Stiles or I acknowledged him. We were dead set
on each other, glaring like we were two fighters on opposing corners of the
I crossed my arms. “So?” Stiles blanched, “So? What do you mean ‘so?’”
“So what if I’m a bitch and he’s a werewolf? That doesn’t
mean anything. You’re not Dad, Stiles. And I’m pretty sure he’d be happy that I’m
talking to someone other than him, you, and Scott. In fact, I’m positive that
he wouldn’t have a problem with it.”
“Jesus,” Stiles raked a hand through his hair. “I know I’m
not Dad. But I don’t wait you” he pointed at me, “or you,” he jabbed a long
finger at Liam “to get hurt.”
I rolled my eyes. “We’re not going to hurt each other. We just met. Honestly, what do you
think is going to happen?”
“I think that you like
“Well duh! Why
else would I get his number?”
“So you can text him and meet up or, or, or have him
sneak into your room late at night when you think me and Dad are asleep, but I’m
not asleep, and I’ll hear-”
“-Malia telling you to grab a condom? Guess what Stiles.
I’m not you. I’m not going to ask my
were-partner to sneak into my room in the middle of the night Edward-Cullen-style
and screw me. That’s your style, not mine.”
“Oh my God, you heard that?” His pale face flushed with
color. “That was one time.”
“The point is-”
Scott butted in. “-that me and Liam are standing right
here and are hearing everything you’re saying to one another?”
I blinked. Oh crap. I totally forgot that they were
standing there. Awkwardly, I looked away from Stiles to see Scott staring at
his shoes and Liam blushing like mad while tapping his thumbs across his phone.
“Oh, um… hey guys… sorry about that… just a little
sibling spat…” I trailed off, shifting my weight from foot to foot. “This is
“Here you go.” Liam cut Stiles off when he handed me my
phone back. I mumbled a thanks. I was about to stow it away when it vibrated. I
thought I had told Dad that everything was cool…?
From: Liam ;P
feel like a nerd
I couldn’t help it. I snorted, shaking my head before
patting his arm. “Adorable.” I said.
Stiles, in his infamous nosy way, leered over my shoulder
and read the texts. “Oh, great.” He
groaned. “He likes her too. Wonderful.
This night has gone beautifully.”
Scott chuckled, taking in Stiles’s distress and Liam’s
red face. “And so it begins.” He snickered.
Posting this to hopefully get some help from a veterinarian on Tumblr, or from anyone who breeds cats or has lot of experience with kittens.
My cat had her first litter last night, and while all 3 babies are healthy looking and eating, two of them came out with twisted legs.
My local vet’s office is closed until Tuesday so I can’t take her and the babies in for a checkup (it’s a small town so no animal emergency hospital). What should I do? I know you have to act fast to save the legs from being permanently damaged, but I’ve never been in this situation before.
One of the kittens has one front leg and one hind leg that are twisted backward, and the other has a stiff, backward-twisting hind leg.
Any help you could provide would be greatly appreciated–I just want these little guys to have a fighting chance at a normal life.
Ps* Even if you can’t provide any information yourself, you reblogging this would mean the world to me. 💕