#i think one of the kittens my best friend’s mama cat just had was a tortie her name is teacup !!!

[pawjamas]

OK OK but if calicos are gender whats ur onion about torties???? 🤔

oh they’re just as good i Love tortoiseshell kitties 🥺

[choerrypuffs]

AITA for setting my cheating ex's car on fire? (and then falling for his cousin)

pairing: firefighter!haechan x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 8.6k

synopsis: revenge is best served cold―or on fire. literally.

author’s note: luvpuffcore is finally back!! ilysm cat and moon and thank you for another amazing year of friendship <333 i truly am the #1 most successful fan of all time 🤩 also special shoutout to cat for letting me use some of her creepy dms and moon for sharing her league knowledge yall are god's strongest soldiers fr !! happy new year, my loves ✨🎆💞

warning(s): mentions/threats of violence, sexual jokes, y/n commits arson but in a girly pop way (pls don't try this at home), character assassination of mark

playlist: get him back! by olivia rodrigo ― is it new years yet? sabrina carpenter ― drinks or coffee by rosé ― risk by gracie abrams ― mastermind by taylor swift

additional: check out a nonsense christmas: reddit edition collab!

r/AmITheAsshole

u/justgirlythings-arson119 • 3d

AITA for setting my cheating ex’s car on fire? (and then falling for his cousin)

I (24F) caught my boyfriend cheating on me with a discord kitten he met on League of Legends two days before our anniversary. I proceeded to have the biggest crash out ever known to man, bought a gallon of gasoline, went to his house in the middle of the night, and lit his car on fire. I had completely forgotten his cousin was a firefighter in the area, and he showed up at the scene, which hindered my masterful plan a little bit. Luckily, my ex didn’t press any charges though because no way in hell he’s going to admit he has a discord kitten in a court of law. Anyways, the next day, my ex groveled and begged me to go to his family’s Christmas party with him so that he could save face in front of his mommy. Long story short―let’s just say it didn’t go well. His cousin ended up driving me home, and I think maybe I’ve fallen for him? 

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mcballs-im-lovin-it0323 • 2d YTA for not crashing out even harder bc i woulda slept with his entire bloodline if he played in my face like that 🙂‍↕️

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picklepounder1010 • 1d would’ve had him calling me mama, papa, auntie, uncle, grandma, grandpa etc fr 😩 ➥ ⥣ 943 ⥥

god-of-donuts0423 • 1d YTA for dating a lol player

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goonknight1027 • 5h no way this post is about that twink lol streamer ➥ ⥣ 629 ⥥

part one | oh, i wanna key his car…or light it ablaze?

onyourmark 12/1/2024 3:03 PM heyyy u play lol too 😂

onyourmark 12/1/2024 3:05 PM im a yasuo main 😂

onyourmark 12/1/2024 3:10 PMwhat kinda asian are u

onyourmark 12/1/2024 3:10 PMwhatchu look like

onyourmark 12/1/2024 3:10 PMsorry was that too much 😂😂😂

Your best friend, Rosie, has to put your phone down and take a few deep breaths. “I think I’m going to throw up.”

“Keep going. You haven’t even seen the worst of it,” you respond through a mouthful of strawberry ice cream, completely deadpan. 

onyourmark 12/7/2024 6:21 AM ahh 😂😂

onyourmark 12/7/2024 6:22 PM *kisses you*

onyourmark 12/12/2024 5:39 PM can i tell U something weird :3 😂

onyourmark 12/12/2024 5:40 PM[Audio Message]

onyourmark 12/12/2024 5:39 PMi wrote this rap about my feelings for y baby girl

onyourmark 12/12/2024 5:39 PMbecause uve been such a good gril for me

onyourmark 12/12/2024 5:57 PM holy fck holy dcking fck that body of urs is absurd

Rosie covers her mouth with her hand, closing her eyes in a grimace. “No way he copied Adam Levine unironically.” 

“Keep going.”

onyourmark Yesterday at 1:20 AMwhen can i see u

onyourmark Yesterday at 1:20 AM ill be free after christmas

onyourmark Yesterday at 1:20 AM after annyign fam stuff 😂😂😂

Every message Rosie reads feels like another sucker punch in your gut and your ego, but you just dig your spoon into the tub of ice cream with even more force and let her keep going. Every time you blink, you feel dried up mascara flaking off your eyelashes and getting stuck in the dried tears and snot on your cheeks. 

“‘Annoying fam stuff?’ Is he talking about your anniversary?” Rosie demands.

Yes, your anniversary with your now ex-boyfriend, Mark Lee, is on Christmas. You used to think it was romantic. What a goddamn idiot you were. 

“At least he called me family,” you reply wryly, a hysterical laugh rattling in your chest like a wet cough. 

Rosie shakes her head and hands your phone back to you. “I can’t read any more of this. I’m going to be sick. I thought Discord mods and Discord kittens were just memes. I can’t believe people like him actually exist.” 

You just shrug.

“Where the hell is he now?” She crosses her arms. 

“Probably at his parents’ house. They’re on a ski trip, and they won’t be back until tomorrow,” you sigh, getting a headache thinking about how you were going to explain this to Mark’s parents. 

“Good. Change the locks on your door before he tries to come crawling back. He’s done mooching off you,” Rosie huffs. 

“You were right,” you state matter-of-factly, “That he was just a jobless bum loser who’s a momma’s boy.” 

She looks guilty, leaning over and giving you a hug. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” 

You think about the time you first met Mark, when the two of you were just starry-eyed freshmen in college together. He was so awkward and shy that it took almost an entire semester for him to finally look you in the eye. He followed you around like a sad puppy and would get flustered at any prolonged amount of attention you gave him. After about three years of him being hopelessly in love with you and unable to work up the courage to ask you out, you finally decided to give him a chance in your final year of college. It was a white Christmas, and you remember his trembling hands holding your face, freezing cold fingertips brushing your cheeks, and how red his nose was when he leaned in to kiss you. He looked at you as if you were a goddess that was put on this Earth purely for him to worship. 

Maybe that’s why you moved in together with him when the two of you graduated, even when he was unemployed and you supported him financially. Maybe that’s why you smiled and nodded when he told you he wanted to try being a Twitch streamer. Maybe that’s why you gifted him his first microphone for his setup, or baked him a cake when he finally got his first viewer (even though it was actually a secret account that you made in order to boost his confidence). Maybe that’s why you never complained when he started skipping out on dates (sometimes even your birthday) in favor of growing his audience, or when he bought you extravagant gifts like jewelry or designer clothes without any clue of your preference or size. Maybe that’s why you chose to ignore the churning feeling in the pit of your stomach when you noticed his eyes starting to drift towards anything but you.

Maybe you were always the one who worshipped him. 

It’s almost comical how easily almost a decade of your life has gone down the drain―and all it took was a couple of laughing emojis. In the end, the one who loves more is always the one who loses the most. 

You gave up your best years to Mark Lee, and yet you seemed to have run out of tears to cry for this man. 

Instead, all you have left now is pure, unbridled rage boiling inside of you. It’s the kind of anger that needs to simmer first―the kind that manifests first as a calm indifference before it finally bubbles over into a complete meltdown. But you’ll be damned before you set fire to your mental health and personal belongings that you worked tooth and nail for over a man who ruined your life. 

So, you’ve decided to set fire to something else. 

“Rosie,” you say softly, your voice chillingly serene. “I’m going to set his car on fire.” 

Rosie laughs. “Want me to be your getaway driver?” 

“No, I wouldn’t want to implicate you,” you respond smoothly. “Besides, I want him to know that I’m the one who did it.” 

She looks at you for a moment, trying to decide if you’re joking or not. “Are you sure you’re okay?” 

“Yes. I don’t have the energy to care about him anymore,” you answer―only a half lie. “You should go now. I know you have a late shift tonight.” 

Rosie gives you another tight squeeze. “Call me if you need anything, okay? I’m off this weekend, so we should go get drunk off our asses.” 

After she leaves, you slowly get up and make your way to the bathroom. You wash your face in the sink, scrubbing on the gunk off, and apply a fresh layer of makeup. If you’re going to do this, you’re going to make sure you look hot as hell (pun intended). Once you’re done, you make your way to the nearest gas station and purchase a gallon of gasoline before promptly driving to Mark’s parent’s house. 

By the time you get there, it’s already close to midnight, and not even the darkness can shroud Mark’s new Tesla Cybertruck. You remember when he bought it because you had to pay for half of his rent for the month because he was saving up for it―the smug grin on his face, as he announced it to his Twitch chat. You’re embarrassed at how happy you were for him, and you didn’t even have the heart to tell him how hideous you found it. The truck’s mirrored exterior reflects the moon in the starless night sky, and the full moon almost looks like a shiny, pretty bullseye calling out for you to destroy it. 

Without hesitation, you get out of your car and immediately start dumping gasoline all over and around the car. The scent of gasoline normally makes you nauseous, but the scent of revenge smells even sweeter. Before you take out your lighter, you pick up a large piece of broken concrete from his driveway. With all of the strength you can muster, you hurl the concrete into the driver side window of the truck and watch your reflection shatter along with the glass. 

The car alarm starts blaring, and you wait for the light in Mark’s room to blink on. You see his silhouette as he opens his blinds and peers out, just to lock eyes with you. He gawks at you like he’s just seen a ghost, and it doesn’t take long for him to make his way down to you. As he stumbles down the driveway, you take out your lighter and flick it on, letting it slowly slip from your fingertips. Your heart swells with a hysterical sense of glee as his eyes widen, the orange flames reflecting in his teary eyes. His Cybertruck is set ablaze with a Hollywood-esque level of perfection, and the fire gives your face a golden glow as if you were the starring actress. 

“Y/N! Are you fucking crazy?” Mark hollers over the crackle of the flames, voice breaking. 

“Oh, you bet I fucking am,” you laugh. 

“I’m gonna sue you―you bitch! Have you thrown in jail!” he screams, fishing his phone out of his pocket and punching in 911 on the keypad. “I’m calling the cops right now!” 

“Do it, you spineless piece of shit! I’m going to make sure everyone in this damn neighborhood and on the internet knows what a lying, cheating, soul-sucking little leech you are!” you yell back at him. “I’m going to ruin your fucking career first and then happily walk my ass down to the police station.”

That makes Mark stop in his tracks, his thumb hovering over the dial button. He can’t control the fear on his face. “No one is gonna believe you.” 

“Aw, you sure no one will believe me when I show everyone the screenshots of your DMs with uwukittenbb69?” you taunt. 

“I’ll say they’re fake!” he nearly screeches. 

“Let’s fucking go then! My word against yours. We’ll see who they believe,” you challenge. 

Mark falters and takes a small step forward. “W-Wait…” 

Unfortunately for him, he’s interrupted by the squealing sirens of a firetruck pulling up to the street. You and Mark exchange glances, and you silently dare him to report you, before both of you turn towards the firefighters exiting the truck. 

“Mark…and Y/N?” 

Your eyes widen at the sound of the approaching firefighter’s voice. You watch in horror as the firefighter removes his helmet, and you get a clearer look at his face. Tufts of wavy caramel-colored hair sticking out, a youthful and angelic face that doesn’t suit his occupation, and heart-shaped lips turned downwards in concern―it’s Mark’s cousin, Donghyuck. You’ve met him a decent amount of times at family gatherings, and he sometimes drops by you and Mark’s apartment to deliver homemade food from his mom. Donghyuck has always been kind to you, and you didn’t want him to see you like this.

Donghyuck’s confusion is short-lived before his attention falls back to the fire and how close you are to it. He quickly grabs your arm and pulls you away from the burning truck. 

“Be careful. Are you hurt?” he asks carefully, eyes scanning your face with precision. “And why aren’t you wearing a jacket? It’s freezing out here.” 

You open your mouth to try and fumble out an answer, but you flinch at the sound of Donghyuck’s colleagues blasting Mark’s car with water from the firetruck’s power hose. All that’s left of the Cybertruck is a deformed and blackened pile of scrap metal with a plume of smoke rising from it. You can’t help the sense of satisfaction you feel. 

“Don’t breathe in the smoke. It’s not good for you,” Donghyuck urges, gently sticking an arm in front of you and gesturing for you to step back even further. “Come with me. There’s blankets in the back of the truck.”

“I’m fine,” you finally manage to say, shaking your head. “I’m not cold.” 

It’s true; the fire you set has been more than enough to make your insides feel all warm and fuzzy. He doesn’t look like he believes you but doesn’t try to push any further. 

“Okay, so what the hell happened here? We got a call from the neighbors saying there was a blazing ball on fire in Mark’s driveway and that the two of you were in a screaming match.” 

“Ask Mark,” is all you say. 

Donghyuck raises an eyebrow. 

“It was an accident.”

As if on cue, Mark suddenly materializes next to you and Donghyuck―a restless expression on his face. He probably thought you were telling Donghyuck what he did to you and rushed over. 

“What?” Donghyuck’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. “You’re saying that was an accident?”

“Yeah. I was just…messing around. Don’t worry about it. It was an accident,” Mark says through gritted teeth, sounding completely defeated. 

The corners of your mouth twitch when you chime in, “A senseless accident.” 

Donghyuck is completely speechless as he glances between the two of you. However, you look past him and watch the fireworks exploding in the dark sky. Pulling out your phone, you see that it’s midnight, meaning it’s officially the 25th of December. Glancing over at Mark, you see him trembling in the cold with a sniffly red nose and bloodshot eyes. He’s staring straight at the ground, fists clenched. 

You smile. 

part two | part two | wanna push him in the fireplace and watch him burn!

When you finally get home that night, you draw yourself a steaming hot bubble bath and even use the fancy bath bomb that Rosie bought you. After you get dressed, you make a charcuterie board and pour yourself a glass of wine as well before falling asleep to a Hallmark movie playing on your television. It’s probably the best sleep you’ve gotten over the past month. 

You wake up in the morning feeling refreshed, a certain five-foot-nine burden lifted from your shoulders, and text all of your friends and family your holiday greetings. Rosie invited you out to her family gathering because she didn’t want you to be alone on Christmas, but you declined. You decided to stay home and get some cleaning done. Of course, by cleaning, you mean boxing up all of Mark’s stuff and donating it to Goodwill. You initially wanted to burn everything, but you’ve committed enough arson already. 

Just as you’re getting ready to make a hearty breakfast in preparation for the mass Mark exodus, you hear the door to your apartment being opened, and your blood runs cold when you realize you haven’t changed the lock. Then your cold blood begins to boil at the audacity that Mark still must have in his pathetic little body to even dream of stepping foot in your home. 

Gripping your frying pan tightly, you march out of the kitchen to greet him. Mark at least has the sense to shrivel back when he sees you approach him. To your delight, he looks absolutely terrible. It’s obvious he didn’t get any sleep nor did he feel the need to change out of his pajamas. 

“I know you’re mad,” he says quickly, holding his hands out as if ready to block a punch.

“If you actually knew that, you wouldn’t have stepped foot in my apartment,” you say nonchalantly. “You have ten seconds to give my key back to me and get the hell out before you have to call the cops again.”

“Chill, chill,” he mutters, “I’m just here for my stuff―”

“Don’t tell me to chill. I’ve always hated it when you tell me that. It makes you sound like a patronizing douchebag, which you are, of course,” you snap. “You’re insane if you think I’m going to let you just waltz in here and casually get your stuff. Most of which I paid for, by the way.”

“Y/N, come on,” he sighs. “at least let me get my PC setup.”

That makes you burst out laughing. “Holy shit. You really have the gall to ask me for your PC setup? Are you on actual crack? Get the fuck out!”

“Okay, okay, okay. I’m sorry, okay? Just one more thing―”

“Don’t make me swear to Jesus on his birthday―” 

“My mom wants you to come to the Christmas party this afternoon,” he blurts out, squeezing his eyes shut. “I…haven’t told her yet. I wanted us to tell her, um, together, after the party.”

He doesn’t need to say it for you to understand what he’s implying. He wants to make it seem like the breakup was mutual to save his reputation and because he knows his mom will lose her mind. He’s pretended to be her perfect little boy his entire life, a momma’s boy to the very core, so he can’t ever let her know what a bottomfeeder he is. 

“Is this some sort of social experiment to see how far you can push my limits before I finally snap? Again?” you ask incredulously. 

“Please, Y/N. I’ll do anything. I won’t ask for my stuff anymore. I won’t tell anyone about the car thing. I promise you that you won’t ever see me again if you do me this favor,” Mark sputters.

You hate that you still hesitate, despite how much you’re disgusted by him. It makes you feel like you haven’t completely axed the part of you that was in love with him, and that sickens you. However, Mrs. Lee has always been like a second mother to you, and it doesn’t feel right to just cut her off without a proper goodbye just because her son is a cretin. You suppose this could be good closure for such an ill-fated relationship. 

“You swear on your life that you’ll leave me alone forever after this?” you ask, crossing your arms.

Mark nods profusely.

“Fine. I’m only staying for an hour, and I don’t care if the party isn’t over yet. We’re going to tell her within that period or else,” you state. 

“Thank you. Thank you so much, Y/N.” Mark opens his arms to hug you, and it takes every fiber in your being not to whack him across the head with your frying pan. 

“Do not touch me,” you warn, “Now get out.” 

To his credit, he promptly hightails it out of your apartment (perhaps he finally noticed the murderous glint in your eye). You almost immediately regret agreeing, but you tell yourself that today is the last day that you’ll ever have to deal with the likes of Mark Lee again. Putting a hold on cleaning, you get ready for the party instead, donning a cute holiday fit that you had prepared especially for today since it was supposed to be your anniversary. Now, it makes for a great revenge dress. 

Mark had texted you to let you know to bring a gift since there would be a white elephant gift exchange, and half of you wants to call him and scream at him for not letting you know sooner and the other half is screaming at yourself for forgetting to block him. Not having enough time to go out and buy a gift, you decide to wrap up the scarf that you knitted for Mark. You stayed up all night after you got off work to make it for him, and it looks a bit wonky, but you thought he would appreciate it. You feel bad for whoever receives it, but there has to be a few duds in the mix or it’s not a true white elephant experience. Maybe they can use the scarf to wipe up their dog’s piss or something.

When you drive back to Mark’s parents’ house, it’s an ironic clash of atmospheres. The place is decked out with Christmas decorations, an amalgamation of rainbow lights, inflatable snowmen, and wreaths on every door and window. Yet, you can also see remnants of the dark burn marks in their driveway. Mark must have managed to call a tow to take his Cybertruck away just in the nick of time. You do wonder how he managed to explain the burn marks, though. 

Taking in a deep breath, you hype yourself up in your car visor mirror before stepping out and walking to the front door. Before you can even knock, Mrs. Lee opens the door and envelops you in a bear hug. She smells like sugar cookies, and it occurs to you how much you’ll miss her. 

“Oh, sweetie! I’m so glad you’re here,” she coos, cupping your face. She then ushers you into the living room, linking her arm through yours. “I was so worried because I thought the two of you got into a fight while we were on our trip.”

You just smile uncomfortably. “O-Oh.” 

“A mother’s intuition is always right, you know,” she says, winking, “Plus, I knew something was off when Mark told us he’d be staying at our place for a couple nights. Poor boy was a mess, you know. He somehow managed to total his car in the driveway! Can you believe it? He really needs you around to whip him into shape!” 

You hope she can’t see you holding in a laugh. As you’re walking, you scan the room for Mark, but he’s nowhere to be seen. It doesn’t surprise you one bit that you’re being treated as fodder so he can hide in his room. 

“Anyways, say hi to everyone!” She leads you directly into a circle of Mark’s aunt and uncles. You give them all an awkward hello and try to slink away while they all converse, but one of Mark’s aunts turns towards you. 

“So, how long have you and Mark been together, honey?” she asks. 

“Um, about four years―”

“Oh, but they’ve known each other for much longer than that. Seven years! Mark had the biggest crush on her, you know,” Mrs. Lee interjects. 

“My goodness, does that mean we’ll be hearing wedding bells soon?” Mark’s aunt teases. The rest of the circle oohs and ahhs, and you want to strangle yourself with a garland. 

“I mean, what is he waiting for anyway? He’s making loads of money on the Internet now, isn’t he?” she continues. 

“Exactly. I want grandchildren, you know,” Mrs. Lee huffs. 

Unable to bite back your words anymore, you clear your throat loudly. “I have something I need to―” 

“Oh, Y/N! I’ve been looking for you,” another voice chimes in. 

All of you turn around, and a gasp nearly escapes you when you see Donghyuck standing in front of you. He’s in a white cable knit sweater, and his wavy hair looks so fluffy that you almost want to reach out and touch it. His cheeks are a bit flushed, probably because he’s in such thick clothing (or Mrs. Lee’s famous spiked eggnog). Without his uniform on, he looks much softer, dreamier. 

“You…have?” you ask, bewildered. 

“Yup! Come on, I gotta ask you something,” he answers cheerfully, gesturing for you to follow him. 

You’re a bit wary of what he’s scheming, but you’d rather risk it than have to deal with any more marriage talk, so you gladly let him whisk you away from the crowd. Donghyuck leads you to a less crowded part of the room, swiping a piece of chocolate cake when he walks past the dessert table, and tucks himself into a corner that’s concealed by a giant Christmas tree. 

“Here we go. I introduce to you my super covert corner that I stand in when I want to avoid nosy relatives,” he says in a sing-song voice before offering you the cake in his hand. “Would you like some German chocolate cake made by yours truly? It’s pretty damn average, if I do say so myself.” 

You pause, only just now realizing that Donghyuck helped you out. You suppose you have nothing to lose, so you accept the cake. “Oh. Thank you. So, you didn’t have anything you wanted to ask me?” 

“Well, actually, I do,” he hums, giving you a sheepish grin. “You set Mark’s car on fire last night, didn’t you?”

Part of you already expected this question coming, so you manage to keep your expression neutral. “Are you accusing me?” 

“Why, I wouldn’t dare. Besides, I don’t need to. I know you did,” he says casually, shrugging.

Even though you should feel panicked, you don’t. In fact, Donghyuck almost seems to find it amusing. 

“Do you have proof?”

“Mark told me,” he states sweetly.

You sigh loudly, immediately giving up the ruse. “I knew that damn lowlife would yap.” 

“So, what did he do?” 

“Of course, he told you what I did but didn’t tell you what he did,” you snort. 

“What, he cheat or something?” 

“Worse.” 

You pull out your phone and show Donghyuck Mark’s Discord DMs and watch his expression morph into disgust as you indulge in the cake he gave you. The dessert is perfectly average as he said, but there’s something charming about it. In that way, the cake is quite similar to its maker. 

“As a government employee and resident fighter of fires, nothing justifies arson,” he states after a brief moment to collect his thoughts, “but this comes pretty damn close.” 

You give him a smug I-told-you-so look.

“But seriously, what you did was really dangerous, Y/N. You could have injured yourself badly. That jackass is not worth getting third-degree burns over. There are better ways to get revenge, you know,” he lectures.

“Like what?” You raise an eyebrow.

“I don’t know, like TP or egg his car or something. Slash his tires?” 

“God, are you from a 90s movie or something? That’s lame as hell,” you snort, taking another bite of cake.

“Dig your key into the side of his pretty little souped up four-wheel drive? Carve your name into his leather seats? Take a Louisville slugger to both headlights? Slash a hole in all four tires?” He wriggles his eyebrows. 

“Are you quoting Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood?” you ask incredulously.

“Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats…” Donghyuck sings, purposefully off-key. 

You can’t fight that smile that spreads across your face, and it eventually turns into a full-on belly laugh when he continues to sing. It’s the first genuine laugh, the first moment of brief happiness and relief, that you’ve felt in a long time. You thought you had it when you set Mark’s car on fire, but something still coiled in the pit of your stomach like simmering, black smoke. In this tiny little corner that smells of pine needles and chocolate cake, you feel free like a clear sky after a long winter storm.

“For the record,” Donghyuck says, voice gently dipping, “you’ve always been too good for him, and everyone knows it―including him. He’ll regret what he did to you for the rest of his life. That’s your revenge.” 

Your breath staccatos in your chest at his words. You tell yourself that he has always been a smooth talker, but he looks at you with such honesty and warmth that you want to believe him. 

“Have you always been this sweet?” You meant for the words to come out in a teasing manner, but your voice is tinged with breathlessness. 

Donghyuck grins, and his lips remind you of the heart-shaped lollipops that you see in the store during Valentine’s Day. “The sweetest.” 

A part of you wonders what would happen if you craned your neck and kissed him right here and now. Not because you’re romantically interested in him, of course. Rather, it would be a spectacular way to get revenge on Mark. Most girls go for the brother or the best friend―maybe even the dad if one is particularly ambitious―but the cousin is an untapped (pun NOT intended) medium for revenge. 

You wonder if Donghyuck tastes like cookies or wine-filled chocolates or spiked eggnog or even fruitcake. You really hate fruitcake, but you suppose you wouldn’t mind for the sake of revenge. 

But you would never do that to him. He’s much too kind of a person to be involved in you and Mark’s mess. The fact that you’re able to confide in him and he actually takes your side is something that you truly appreciate. As much as you want to torment Mark, it’s best to just end it here. 

“You can use me too, you know,” Donghyuck adds.

“Huh?” You blink.

“For your revenge,” he clarifies. “Use me. To make him jealous, to bully him, whatever you want.” 

For a moment, you almost believe he somehow read your mind. 

“Just wanted to let you know,” he says, shrugging, “since you probably think it would be too mean. Plus, I think you would need my help anyways.”

That makes you feel greatly offended. “What is that supposed to mean? You say that like I didn’t set a car on fire.” 

“You’re too naive in your thinking. Revenge doesn’t always have to be loud and in your face like that. It’s a lot more fun when you break them down psychologically in more subtle ways,” he explains.

“So, you―as a government employee―can’t approve of me committing arson because I got cheated on, but you―as a government employee―can casually and openly discuss waging psychological warfare on another civilian. On said person who cheated on me, who also happens to be your cousin because you seemed to have forgotten that, ” you point out sardonically. 

Donghyuck just smiles before slightly leaning in, eyes flickering down to your lips. You open your mouth to retort but your words instantly die in your throat, softly gasping when his hand brushes your chin as he reaches over and swipes a bit of chocolate frosting from your bottom lip with his thumb. 

“Sure I can,” he answers smoothly, “because, unlike a certain someone, I won’t get caught.” 

“I didn’t―”

“And by the way, Mark didn’t tell me you set his car on fire.” 

You gawk at him as he walks past you with a content grin on his face. “Now come on, I hear my aunt calling for us.” 

Maybe you need to take back your earlier statement of Donghyuck being too kind. He might actually have more screws loose than you.

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.

You almost completely forget about Mark until he finally comes downstairs for the white elephant exchange. You’re in such a daze from your earlier interaction with Donghyuck that you barely recoil when Mark takes a seat beside you on the couch, especially since Donghyuck is sitting in the rocking chair directly across from you. 

The gift exchange begins once everyone has drawn a number, and you honestly just dissociate for the first half of it. Keeping your gaze trained on the piece of paper that has 26 scribbled on it, you don’t look up until you feel Mark get up beside you and pick a gift from the pile. You’re praying to both Jesus and Santa that he doesn’t pick yours, but you suppose you've been deemed a sinner and also put on the Naughty List (maybe for setting your cheating ex’s care on fire?) because Mark somehow manages to find yours in the pile of presents. 

When he opens it, you can tell by the way he quickly glances at you that he knows it’s yours. After all, he saw you practicing your knitting throughout the week. He happily wraps it around his neck and beams proudly. “I love it.”

The way he carefully looks back at you makes you want to smack him into the new year. You know he’s trying to get on your good side, and you make it clear with your scowl that it isn’t working. 

You’re actually grateful that it’s your turn next so that you’re able to get up and walk away from him. Wanting to get this entire situation over with, you haphazardly grab one from the top of the pile. Your heart sinks when you take out the stuffing paper from the bag and realize that it’s Mark’s gift. You contemplate putting the paper back in and not opening it at all, but you cave under the pressure of all the expectant pairs of eyes on you. 

In typical Mark fashion, his gift is a signed T-shirt of his own merch. It’s an obnoxious yellow color with his Twitch username and a giant screen printed image of his face plastered across it. He’s written his signature right over his forehead, so it makes him look like he has random chicken scratch on his face. 

“Oh, it must be destiny!” Mrs. Lee exclaims, clapping her hands together. 

You force a smile before returning to your seat, doing everything in your power to ignore Mark’s stupid giddy expression. Shoving the shirt back into the bag, you casually kick it away from you. 

A couple more people take their turns, and you’re counting down the seconds to when this is finally over so you can go home. Eventually, it’s Donghyuck’s turn, and he saunters towards you and holds his hand out. 

“Gimme.”

You blink at him.

“Your gift. I’m stealing it,” he explains, wiggling his fingers. 

“You want…this?” you ask, completely baffled. 

“Well, duh. It’s going to sell for a lot of money, you know.” He winks. 

You can’t help but laugh when you realize he’s helping you out again. “This has to be unethical. Aren’t you a government employee?” 

“Government employees need to make money too,” he replies, sighing. 

“Well, if you really want it, I guess I have no choice,” you huff, faking exasperation before handing him the bag. 

You’re smiling when he takes it and walks back to his chair, and you hear Mark grumble something under his breath. Turning to him, you raise an eyebrow, snippily asking, “What?”

“I said,” he repeats so loudly that it reverberates throughout the room, “when did the two of you get so friendly?” 

A silence falls over everyone, and the two of you are now center stage. 

“Are you really going to do this now?” you hiss. 

“I noticed that the two of you were getting awfully cozy behind the Christmas tree earlier,” Mark retorts, shrugging. 

Donghyuck gets up to intervene, but he doesn’t have time to even react before you grab a pillow from the couch and chuck it in Mark’s face. 

“You’ve got some nerve. Was this your plan all along? To make me look like the bad guy in front of your family?” you demand, feeling your face grow hotter and hotter from rage. “You and uwukittenbb69 were getting awfully cozy too, don’t you think? I’d say snug as a bug in a goddamn rug even.” 

Mark stands up in a flash, his eyes frantically glancing at his mom before pointing his finger at you. “Baby, I told you she was just a friend.” 

You nearly choke on air when you hear him call you that. Making a beeline towards the pile of presents, you begin to toss them at Mark with each question you add. “You absolute lunatic. Do friends beg each other for pictures of their tits? Do friends write raps confessing their love for one another? Do friends blow off their anniversary with their girlfriend so that they can meet up for a quick booty call? And yes, I’m saying quick because you and I both know it’ll be a speedy endeavor.”

“What on Earth is going on?” Mrs. Lee cries out as Mark tries his best to swat away the presents being hurled at him. 

“You’re a psycho bitch,” Mark yells. “It’s not like I actually slept with her. We were just messing around online. You got jealous over nothing. And you set my car on fire!” 

“You wanna see psycho?” you snap, throwing the present in your hands down onto the floor and marching towards him with your bare fists before you suddenly stop and take in your surroundings. You see the horror and shock on everyone’s faces, the way they’re looking at you, and then perhaps most clear of all―Mark’s expression. He’s angry just like you, but there’s a glimmer of victory in his eyes. As if he’s bested you in some manner. 

And he has. You’re the villain now.

Taking in a deep breath, you will yourself to walk over to Mark in a calm manner, looking him directly in the eye. 

“You’re nothing except a liar and a cheater, Mark Lee. That will never change that no matter how much you try to spin it in front of your family. You built your success off my back, and I hope that haunts you for the rest of your life. May you receive everything that you’ve done to me tenfold. That’s all I want to say—” You pause. “Oh, and I’ve always thought your Cybertruck was fucking ugly.” 

You reach over and snatch the scarf from his neck before turning and walking out of the door, feeling like you finally managed to cut off the ball and chain around your ankle. Just as you’re about to reach your car, you hear someone calling after you. 

“I’ll drive you home,” Donghyuck says once he catches up to you. 

“I’m not so distraught that I’ll become a hazard on the road,” you say wryly

“Well, when it comes to being around a car, you’ve certainly proved that you’re not exactly at your most dangerous when you’re behind the wheel,” he jokes. 

“You may have a point,” you acknowledge, giving him a small smile.

“Let me drive you home, Y/N. I’m worried about you,” he insists again, much quieter this time. 

“How are you going to get back then?” You raise an eyebrow. 

“I’ll call an Uber or something.” 

“That would be such a waste of money,” you snort.

“Not if it’s for you,” he says almost instantly. His normally brown eyes almost look auburn when under the golden glow of the sunset. 

There’s such determination, such assurance, such warmth in his gaze that you let yourself be surrounded with, no longer having the energy to resist him, and it feels like falling onto a soft cloud after a long, winding journey. For once, you just want someone to take care of you, even if it’s just for a moment. 

“Fine. Do as you please,” you relent, tossing him your car keys before walking around to the passenger side and climbing in. 

Donghyuck looks relieved, beaming when he situates himself in the driver’s seat. You try not to be impressed with the way he easily backs out of the driveway with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the headrest behind you, maneuvering the wheel with a deftness you’ve never seen before. Then again, he does drive a massive fire truck on the daily, so your Toyota probably isn’t much of a challenge for him. 

He drives with his eyes staring straight down the road―almost too focused―because you know he’s trying not to look at you. Probably because you’re making it abundantly clear that you don’t want him to look at you, leaning your head against the window and away from him. It doesn’t mean that you don’t see his wandering eyes, almost as if it were second nature, drift back to you in the reflection of the window.

“Pathetic, right?” you finally say, feeling suffocated by the heavy silence.

“What’s pathetic?” 

“Me.” 

“Why would you be pathetic?” Donghyuck grips the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white as the leather creaks under the force of his hold.

“Mark was right. I talked a big game in front of him, but in the end, I was just the psycho ex-girlfriend. I told myself that I would never let him hold my emotions hostage anymore. That I would erase any care I had for him left in me. Because indifference means that I’m truly free. But I couldn’t do it. I really hate him, to my very core, and that means he still has power over me. I hate that most of all. I want him to feel the same pain I did, and I want to exact revenge on him, but at the same time, I want to move on with my life. I’m like a dog chasing my own tail; it’s pathetic.” 

You wanted to sound more lighthearted about this, turn it into a joke, but Donghyuck seems to draw out a vulnerability within you that makes you want to tell him everything you’ve been trying to desperately ignore. 

“Y/N, you’re dealing with the end of a long-term relationship. It’s only natural that you have confusing and conflicting feelings about everything. You’re not pathetic; you’re human. Mark stole your girlhood and your youth, and it’s going to take time for you to heal from that. It’s impossible to immediately get back on your feet after what he did to you. None of this is your fault, so don’t ever berate yourself,” Donghyuck’s voice trembles as he speaks. “I promise you that one day, you’re going to wake up and you’ll realize that you don’t remember what Mark's favorite food is. His favorite movie. His favorite color. Then you’ll realize that you can barely even remember what his face looks like when he’s sad, happy, angry. Eventually, you’ll forget about him entirely, and all the pain he caused you will just be seconds of your life that evaporates from your mind completely.”

When he speaks to you like there’s nothing he’s more sure of in this world, it makes you want to believe him. You want to be his promise. 

“Thank you, Donghyuck,” you whisper, placing your hand on top of his for just a moment before pulling away. Your touch is feather light, but you hope he didn’t notice the way your fingertips lingered a second longer. 

The two of you fall quiet again, but this time, the silence is much more comfortable now. You’re almost disappointed when he pulls into your apartment complex, unsure of how to say goodbye to him. 

“Would you like some hot cocoa or something?” you blurt out when he parks. “I think I have some in my apartment.”

You don’t realize how suggestive your offer sounds until it’s too late. Donghyuck hesitates for a moment, and you can tell he’s debating on if he should tease you about it or not. To your surprise, he doesn’t.

“Nah, it’s okay. It’s getting dark soon, so I should head back.” He pulls out his phone and starts ordering an Uber. 

“Want me to wait with you then?” You’re not sure why you keep insisting on staying with him, but this day has been so batshit insane that you almost feel like a passenger in your own body. 

“Probably not a good idea,” he chuckles.

Now, you feel both confused and slightly offended again.

“And why is that? I know I’ve been a bit of a menace today, but still…” you trail off awkwardly. 

Donghyuck pauses for a moment as he stares at you; his face is closer to yours than it’s ever been because you’re sitting right next to him. You can tell he’s thinking very carefully about his next words. It occurs to you that, for a guy as seemingly flippant as him, he is actually quite thoughtful.

“You know, I’ve been compared to Mark my entire life,” he begins, musing. 

“Sooo…you didn’t want me to wait with you because you’re gearing up for a trauma dump?” You raise an eyebrow. 

Donghyuck holds his hand up in front of you, shushing you. “Shh, let me have my big moment.” 

“Sorry. Please proceed.” 

“Ahem. As I was saying, I was but a poor, innocent wee boy living in the shadow of the golden child in our family. Mark was always the more athletic, the funnier, the more charming one. His grades were ass, but he always managed to get out of trouble because he was the favorite. When I got my job as a firefighter and he was unemployed, my family barely congratulated me or even acknowledged it at all because they were afraid they would upset Mark. You see, I’ve actually lived quite a tragic life,” Donghyuck sniffles, wiping away a fake tear. 

“What a shame that they can’t see how wonderful you are,” you chime in, a smile in your voice. 

Your honesty in response to his joke visibly catches him off guard, and he blinks a couple of times before your words finally register. 

“Right?” he huffs dramatically, but he can’t seem to meet your eyes completely as a light flush dustes his face and ears. “But fret not, I didn’t particularly mind. It was nice not having to live up to any expectations. Besides, I was happy for Mark when he finally got successful as a streamer. We were raised like brothers, and I always admired him. I was proud of him.” 

“Ha, little did you know—”

“All this to say that, growing up, I’ve never been once jealous of Mark,” Donghyuck states proudly. 

Then he slowly looks over at you with longing eyes, almost as if his body turning itself towards you is a natural reflex. His expression is so soft and affectionate that it nearly takes your breath away. 

“That is, until he met you.” 

So, this is what Donghyuck looks like when he’s in love. You wonder if it would ever be possible for you to wake up one day and not remember it. 

But you aren’t sure if you return his feelings in the same way. Just like you couldn’t bring yourself to use him for your revenge, you can’t bring yourself to ask him to wait for you while you figure out the mess of your current emotional state. The one who loves more always loses, and you don’t want to lose Donghyuck. 

“I just wanted to tell you that,” he continues, “I’m not expecting a response. It’s for the better you don’t respond right now anyways. If you want to pretend like this conversation was all a bad dream conjured up by sleep paralysis and never want to talk about it again, I’m okay with that too.” 

You smile. 

“But…if you’re able to, just look my way sometimes. I’ll do everything in my power to keep your attention, even if I have to get on a unicycle with a clown nose and juggle. And, if one day, you find yourself looking for me on your own, let me know. Then, I’ll ask for an answer,” Donghyuck promises.  

True to your word, you don’t give him an answer. Instead, you take the scarf that’s been laying across your lap—the scarf with a few holes thanks to missing yarn and sections where you accidentally knitted the pattern in the wrong direction. Now it’s a bit stretched out due to you snatching it off Mark. 

But this scarf, as average (maybe even less) as it may be, is charming in its own way. 

Leaning forward, you wrap the scarf around Donghyuck’s neck. He watches you in complete awe, in a trance, as if he were in a dream and any movement would wake him up. 

“I should head inside now,” you say quietly, trying not to giggle at his stupefied expression.

He only nods dazedly, and you’re certain that would have been his reaction regardless of what you said. It takes a few more beats for your words to actually click before he clears his throat loudly. “Right. Yes. You should.” 

He hands you your keys back before stepping out of the car and opening your door for you. “I’ll wait down here until you get inside, and then I’ll go meet my Uber.” 

“Thanks for driving me,” you say, realizing you never thanked him. 

“You’re welcome. Good night, Y/N.” Donghyuck puts his hands in his pockets and tucks his chin into the scarf as he watches you go.

As your hand hovers over the doorknob, you know you should just open the door and walk inside so you don’t keep him waiting in the cold. You really shouldn’t look back because it would mean that you wanted to. Not because he asked you to. 

But you do. You look back—

only to meet his eyes, the two of you exchanging knowing smiles.

extra | is it me? am i the drama? i don’t think i’m the drama…

r/AmITheAsshole

u/justgirlythings-arson119 • 9h

(UPDATE) AITA for setting my cheating ex’s car on fire? (and then falling for his cousin)

So, it turns out my cheating ex got catfished. His supposed Discord kitten was actually some random guy and his friend who were dicking around. They ended up leaking the DMs so they’re all public now for those who would like to read them (by now, I’m sure you all know who my cheating ex is). I would highly advise against listening to the rap confession though. Godspeed if you choose to. I am also selling his expensive PC setup on Facebook Marketplace if anyone’s interested. Happy New Year!

P.S. I ended up inviting the cousin over for hot cocoa. He’s very sweet. 

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pissrevolver1122 • 8h rip bozo got catfished by me n bro for some robux 

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pooprevolver0205 • 8h can’t believe bro actually jacked off to a pic of knees LMAO ➥ ⥣ 1.9k ⥥

piss-k1nk0219 • 2h yall are about to have the awkwardest family get togethers ever lmao

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bigsnowballs0813 • 4h $5 and an iced coffee for the pc take it or leave it

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femboyluvr0701 • 1h are u gonna set the cousin's car on fire too

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[reallyromealone]

May i request a part to to the yamazawa family x cat reader?

Title: techno cats U.A adventure

Fandom: Mha

Pairing: cat! Reader x Yamazawa family

Warnings: male reader, fluff, cat reader, platonic

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑

Nedzu smiled at the little kitten who trotted behind him, a rescue that Aizawa and Yamada got and was still very small "if I'm correct you're not supposed to be out of your dorm" Nedzu said lightly chastising the kitten who tilted his head "no one was home" the kittens voice was slightly echoed, childlike and innocent-- frankly a little unnerving. "So you went to go find your humans?" "Uh-huh!" Nedzu was fond of his fellow quirked friends, knowing they had a hard upbringing and was thankful (name) found a good home.

"Here you go little one" it wasn't tea, instead a saucer of milk that the void cat stretched to sniff before licking happily "my, don't you have a wonderful quirk" Nedzu was absolutely facinated with it, the possibilities of it "tell me little one, if you stretch to much do you get tired?"

"Huh?" The kits face covered in milk and thought "yeah! My body gets hurted after!"

"Your body hurts after?" Well he was moving like putty, maybe that was his limit...

"Well if you like, I would like to see just what you can do, would you be willing to do that little one?"

"I gotta ask my momma first"

"Your mother?"

Aizawa wasn't sure what to expect as Nedzu and his cat trotted, the kittens ghostly meows of excitement when he trotted to the other and Nedzu was giggling "so this is your mother?" The kitten made a little chirp sound as he let Aizawa lift him, the class looking at the void kitten curiously, his little blue and red eyes blinking curiously. "What?" Aizawa was confused at being called a mother "this little one thinks you're his mother!" Nedzu said happily, Aizawa was a bit embarrassed but it would be logical as he was the one to feed the kit every hour and tend to him.

"He needs your permission to have a quirk based test " at this point the three stepped out and Aizawa looked skeptical "what kind of test, he's a baby after all"

"Oh just simple flash cards and such! Maybe to see exactly what his quirk can do!" Nedzu wasn't a monster, he wasn't about to hurt the little mouse who looked at him so sweetly, he didn't care for human babies but animal babes? He was much softer towards. "We can arrange something, do you think you could take him back to the dorm? I don't want the little brat to get into stuff"

When Aizawa went back to class the students looked at him starry eyed "sir! Was that your pet?!" "What was that!" "Why did it look like that?!"

Aizawa activated his quirk, the students quieting down fast as he spoke "that is my kitten yes, he looks like that because he has a quirk that makes him what could best be described as a void-- bud body moves like putty"

"Can we meet him?!"

"Pass the test and sure"

"What test?"

"The one were doing right now"

(Name) was confused as he sat before Nedzu and his mamas "ok little mouse, we need you to wear something, it's for your safety alright?" Nedzu translated to the kitten who tilted his head at the collar "let me know if it's to tight little one" nedzu wasn't fond of collars, frankly he couldn't stand them but they couldn't exactly chip the little one and since he had a pension for wandering it was best to know where he was.

"You look so handsome!"

"Good job buddy!"

Encouraging words as the collar was placed on (name), the kitten confused as his little body stretched to look at what was around his neck, the stretch making the collar loose around his neck "we may need to work on something that works with his quirk... Normal dollars wouldn't be great"

"Well well, if it isn't the little adventurer" Yamada cooed at the kitten who was playing with a toy, little feet kicking it as he bit "went all around U.A before stumbling across Nedzu" Aizawa said as he set down his bag, Eri giggling at the kitten who accidentally hit his face, looking thoroughly startled as Yamada pet his head "such a handsome little man!" (Name)s fur(?) Rippled as he purred, the 3D glasses affect getting more vibrant as he stretched his legs out, stretching like taffee before slowly snapping back to their normal tiny size "good boy! I heard you think Sho is your mama! Wonder what you think I am~"

Also mama but (name) couldn't be understood.

Yamada was cooking dinner, Eri watching her cartoons post bath and Aizawa was grading papers as (name) stretched on his lap, spending the evening playing with Eri always pooped him out after all. Aizawa gently pet him, knowing the spots that made the kitten quite literally melt in his lap as his purrs looked waves against water.

Truly he was at his most relaxed.

Tonight he slept with Eri,sleeping on her pillow, not even denting it as they were cozy, the girl cuddling her toy giraffe without a worry.

[linkman447]

Married life (Kali)

Jaune: woooo and done

Jaune looking at the work he has completed

Jaune: ok *pulls out list* chopped wood, check, catch fish *looks at basket full of fish* check, practice my sword swings, check, welp I got my list mostly done

Kali: oh baby you back here?

Jaune: hey kitten how’s your day?

Kali mesmerized by the shirtless form of her husband: 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Jaune: Kali baby you ok?

Kali snaps out of it: oh yes dear I am. Did you finish your list.

Jaune: well mostly I still have to cook and fix the fence.

Kali: can I see that

She pulls the list out of his hands

Kali definitely writing something: oh honey you forgot this

She hands it back

Jaune: let me see… breed your sexy milf wife like the horny cat she is, really babe we have guests coming

Kali: oh sweety about that

Flashback

Kali: my little kitten your home

Blake: you know mom when I said you dad would want you to move on I don’t think he meant my crush

Yang: yeah lover boy was ours

Pyrrha: whose?

Yang: your heard me p-money you had your chance but blew it hell, he was your partner and you only got your spine after he found someone

Ruby: why am I here jaunes just by bff

Weiss: hey I thought- (wait if you play this right you can get out of this bff nonsense) I mean yes he’s just your bff ruby I think that means we can go

Ruby: your right bbff

Weiss: bbff?

Ruby: my bestest best friend forever

Weiss starts crying over her failed plans as she is dragged off

Blake: now back to the fact you stole our man

Kali: oh sweetie you forgot our customs

Blake:… you mean

Kali: yes

Yang: what’s going on

Blake: yang, Pyrrha. Get your sexiest underwear

Yang: ???

Blake: I’ll tell you while we get dressed

Pyrrha uses her understanding of multiple cultures pounded into her by her agent: hmmmm oh , oh , oooohhhhhh, fuck yes

Kali: oh good your all on board I need to make a call

Later

Kali on scroll: oh yes juni they all agreed

Juniper:…

Kali: yes, yes, I know the deal I breed your son with my fertile body as well as my daughter, bonus I got her girlfriend and your boys stalker ahem partner

Juniper:…

Kali: oh yes I do agree this is good news, anyway where was I, oh yes and in return for giving you grandchildren you will let me marry your wonderful son, you held up your end now in a few hours I’ll hold up mine

Juniper: ….

Kali: great I’ll see you for winter holidays and by which point I’ll be eating for 2

Flashback ends

Kali: I need you to fallow me please

Jaune: wait what about my friends

Kali: if you fallow me it’ll answer all your questions

She leads him to their bedroom to reveal Blake, yang, and Pyrrha in the most revealing underwear he’s seen today (yes his wife is quite naughty)

Yang: you ready to get down and dirty lover boy

Blake: welcome home master (her outfit has a collar and lead)

Pyrrha: you ready for a more intimate training session jaune

Jaune: what’s going on Kali?

Kali: good lord your so silly baby, I’m keeping my word, I am an arc now

Jaune: what do you mean

Kali: you, me, and these lovely ladies are going to make one big happy family by making babies

Jaune: … my mom put you up to this

Kali: to be fair this would have happened with or without her involvement

Jaune: well who’s first

Kali: oh baby mama’s first

She pounced on him

Next one will be summer she was the last one on my list then I’ll be taking requests or whatever else I can think of

[spahhzy]

When little Jaune Arc got to the playground, he honestly thought it would be the same old playing by yourself thing. Most of the other kids were in the process of being trained by their families in the way of being a huntsman.

Jaune sighed. He, too, wanted to be a huntsman... but for some reason, his family never wanted to train him. No matter how many times he asked or begged, it was still a resounding 'No' from both mom and dad.

Jaune feet kicked up some dirt as he made his way towards the swing set, but to his surprise, instead of it being empty, their was actually someone sitting in the swing next to him.

Timidly, Jaune got into the swing next to the stranger, feeling a bit uncomfortable as the stranger face was covered with a hood, but Jaune did his best not to pay attention to the stranger but them sitting and NOT doing anything wS beginning to scare him.

???: Don't be afraid friend.

Lil Jaune's blue eyes widened as he heard the stranger speak, how did he know!?

???: I promise you I mean you no harm, I'm just here to think is all.

Jaune: o-okay...

???: Why are you here all alone?

Jaune: ...uhm cause I-I don't have any friends.

???: Really, well, that makes two of us...I too don't have any friends....well, that would be a lie...I had one good friend but I haven't seen him in a long time.

Jaune: Wow... I'm sorry, I'm sure you guys were very good friends.

???: You betcha, you could say we were inseparable!

Jaune: Wow... I wish I had a friend like that... Everyone is just off being cool heroes and stuff...

???: You want to be a hero?

Jaune: Oh boy, do I, that's like my dream!

???: What does a hero usually do?

Jaune: Hero's....uh they help those I need, like in the stories and fairytales.

???: So you want to help people?

Jaune: Mmhm! I wanna help everyone!

???: Everyone, you say, hmm? You know what, you're going to be someone hero one day, I can already see it.

Jaune: Really, sir, you mean it?

???: Mmhm! And you know what, if I may, could you help me out? Think of it as part of your hero training.

Jaune: But I'm not a hero...

???: Not with that attitude you won't be. Think of this little request as the stepping stones of your training!

Little Jaune pondered for a moment but reluctantly nodded if he could begin to start being a hero in training then he would help the stranger.

The stranger reached into his cloak before pulling out...

Jaune looked on in awe...their in the strangers hands was a small blue sleeping... kitten?

???: Can you watch after this little fella here? They have been through a-lot...

Jaune paled...he couldn't bring home a cat, his mom and dad would be upset!

???: I know what you're thinking, and don't worry, only you and some other folks can see them.

Jaune: Really...

???: Oh, most definitely! Your mom, dad, and sisters will see nothing.

Now Jaune was beginning to have doubts...a invisible cat?

Jaune: Wait...who are the other people who can see them?

???: Bad bad people, they tried to hurt the poor fella. I don't have names, but I can tell you one will have a metal arm with red eyes, another will be snow witch with a scar on eye, another will have gold eyes and cat ears just like our friend here and another one will have silver eyes and a large scary stick...

Jaune just gulped. These people seemed like real villains. Why would they want to hurt this poor cat!

???: lastly, watch out for the silent double colored terror... she will be the most persistent.

Jaune just nodded as the stranger gently handed him the blue kitten.

???: You're gonna be a great hero, Jaune. I can already see it in you.

Jaune: Y-you think so?

???: Oh yes, I already see a little bit of my friend in you, and he was my greatest hero.

Jaune: Wow!

???: Yep, but it's time for me to go now, little hero. Remember, take very good care of our little friend here, and when the time is right, I will meet you again in a land where fantasy comes to life!

Jaune: O-okay, uhm...

???: J.C.

Jaune: J.C?

???: mmhm!

Mama Arc: Jaune, honey, come on its time to go!

Jaune: coming mom...uhm thanks J.C for...giving me a chance to become a hero.

Jaune then carried the kitten close to his chest as he turned his back to the stranger, who waved at him, Jaune turned and waved back before finally returning to his mom as they both left the park, and Jaune found it weird but he thought he saw bright blue eyes coming from the stranger...ah well must have been a trick of the light.

The stranger watched as Jaune and his mother left the park before looking at his hand that began to fade away.

???: Yes, you will become the hero, Jaune...my hero!

A gust of wind blew around him as his hood fell and revealed a mess of blonde hair and a slightly old face marred with a disturbing chesire grin and bright blue eyes.

CCJaune: My hero forever!

[luckypoppymilliemama]

I am seriously so saddened to realize people have used my name and my cat to steal money from some of you. This is crazy, never, ever did I think that my Poppy would be used negatively.

Let’s give a little rundown of who we are. I’m Michelle, a 30-something year old married mama to 3 skin kittens, and 3 fuzzy kittens. One of my skin kittens is an adult, the other two are rapidly approaching attempting to leave the nest. I am disabled, physically and mentally which leads to emotionally, too. My fuzzy kittens help a lot with that.

2 summers ago, a friend texted me asking if I wanted a kitten. Of course I did. Then I found out she was a feral kitten that her mama had left behind because her one back leg was missing a foot, so she couldn’t climb and jump like the rest of the kittens were, and she was getting too heavy to carry in her mouth. That kitten now only have 3 legs, and is my Lucky baby.

Come early February of the next year, I saw on a friend’s aunts rescue site two of the most gorgeous little calico kittens I had ever seen. I claimed them before Valentine’s Day, even though I wouldn’t be able to get them until after Mother’s Day since they were slow to grow. They were attached at the hip, there was no way I could get one and not the other. Those were my Poppy girl and Millie moon.

That’s how I ended up with my fuzzy kittens. They are the best fuzzy kittens I have ever met. All 3 of them have a different job in calming me and my middle daughter down while in emotional crisis. Poppy is and has always been that calming rumble that you try to concentrate on instead of everything else that is happening. And it works more than anyone would believe.

Poppy is sick. My go fund me has all the explanations and updates you could ever need; I even have to add the email with the vet when she gets a chance to email back to me. I have endless pictures and videos to show she is my little love.

Please, if you can, share this post anywhere and everywhere, across all forms of social media. My follower numbers are so low, I’m surprised it’s not a negative number. I know a bunch of you got scammed, and I’m sorry. I really am. If I could make it better, I would.

Myself, I’ve even cut back some of my less essential but still needed medications so I have the money to get Poppy the treatment she deserves. I just need my baby girl to be better. It’s time sensitive because we honestly don’t know how much time she has left with her red blood cell count being in the low 10s percent wise (I think it was 13-14% last time, and it should be above 35). I am extremely transparent in what I show you all because if you are helping pay for it, I figure you have a right to see where the care is going and what it’s being used for.

We are trying to get the maximum amount of funding so we can get all the testing done because the liver and spleen are just as important as the bone marrow biopsy, but we will not look a gift horse in the mouth. Whatever we get it, it’s another cent that we didn’t have to scrounge around to find, another minute off the ever clicking clock.

Best ways to donate: to the hospital itself:

Philadelphia Animal Specialty and Emergency

Dial 267-727-3738, press 2, ask to place a credit on Poppy Riggs account, #FE22554C. All of this info is able to be found on the images in the gofundme.

The Gofundme. It is the *only* go fund me I have up. Anything else is a scam.

These account below are the only official ways to donate outside of the gofundme.

My email is listed below, and I am willing to answer any and all questions via email or on here, your choice.

Thank you so much for helping. It means everything to us.

[strang3lov3]

you're kitties are so cute! what are their origin story? when did you get them? where did you get them? how long have they been with you? how old are they? what are their personalities like? 🍈

Helllooo! I am so glad you asked!

I got the babies in 2021. Lol it’s kind of a sad story, but my best friend from high school ghosted me after we graduated and I was pretty heartbroken. It was my birthday at the end of October and I wanted her to wish me a happy birthday like she had for the past 6 years or whatever and she didn’t, and I was crushed. And lonely! So the day after my birthday I called shelters looking for a pair of cats to adopt and none wanted to give my fiancé and I kittens because we weren’t 21 yet.

So I went to Craigslist lol. And there were these two black kittens that looked adorable and I messaged the person and he was like “yep, $25 for the pair” and I was like cool SOLD and we drove to this incredibly sketchy area 45 minutes away from where we live and the motherfucker gave us the wrong address!!! We showed up to some woman’s house to get the cats and she was like uhhh. What? So we were kinda stuck in limbo waiting for this dude to tell us where to pick up the cats but finally, we got them.

They were riddled with fleas and worms when we got them. I have a whole story about that you can read here. But they’re much better now 🩷

Gizmo

Gizmo is as terrible as they come. There is no crime he hasn’t committed. He tried to set us on fire, he tried to set himself on fire, hmm. He knocks shit over constantly because he is such a fuckin klutz. He loves spending time in the dishwasher. He’s really is a disaster of a cat, but he has a heart of gold.

He’s a toooootal mama’s boy. Where I go, he goes. He likes to perch on the window in my wall or on the fridge and just watch me cook, he likes to sit on my lap and be in my way as I write my fics. He’s a big snuggler, and he is very fucking chatty. He has such a cute, girly meow too. He’s weird also. Just fuckin weird. Like one of his favorite things to do in the morning (other than incessantly fuck with my fiancé and I) is to smell my swamp mouth morning breath?? I yawn and he’s like oh hell yeah let me stick my face in there. Idk. He’s weird. I love him.

Jojo

Jojo is my shy guy. He’s very, very timid. I’ve never met a more shy, anxious cat than he is. Like, the dude growls when people knock on the door or if it’s too noisy outside. He spends most of his days simply under the covers of my bed, protected from the horrors of the world. Same tbh. But he’s very sweet. He comes out every night because I think that’s when he feels safest, and he snuggles me. He’s my little spoon when I go to sleep 🥰 he’s very scrawny and skinny, and he’s got more random white furs on his body than Gizmo has.

Jojo loves tummy rubs, which is interesting for such an anxious cat. He causes no trouble. None. He really does nothing bad other than being a little handsy when I have food; he’s got quite the taste for human food. Mashed potatoes, noodles, whipped cream, bread. He does something very interesting to me which is like, hour long zoomies. I don’t understand it. He just zooms back and forth for fucking hours. Whatever.

Jojo is a lover, not a fighter, and he really doesn’t like how aggressively Gizmo plays with him. He cries a lot. But where Gizmo is a loud, clumsy mess, Jojo is the opposite. He is very sneaky and he’s able to sneak up on Gizmo and scare the bejesus out of him, which is awesome. That cat deserves a win lol. Gizmo does this little gasp and gets all hissy puffy.

[hollowfyshunsuikubo]

Personal AOT HCs

AN: My best friend started me on this anime purely because they thought I’d like Erwin. They were right of course but the lore elements are cool too. (Please take this peace offering before my very long Bleach x reader ily)

Featuring: As many as I can fit.

Contains: NSFW, Crack, fluff, a lil angst

MINORS DNI I WILL CONTACT YOUR PARENTS.

Hange can sleep anywhere. Like. Anywhere. Moblit has found her sleeping in/on: tables, roofs, a horse, a wild horse, a tree, in a hole, on the stairs, upside down from her ODM gear, and once in Levi’s office.

Onyankapon tries so hard to be a Cool Uncle but ends up coming off like a Weed Fuckboy Chill Cousin. He's also really good at chess.

Erwin liked to adopt little stray cats. HQ was always full of them- little kittens, Mama cats, grumpy old street veterans with ear nicks and scars. He loves them hard enough for them to miss him when he's gone.

Levi hated the cats but sometimes pet them. In his grief after Erwin died he sent them all away to good homes. A tiny little kitten remained hidden in Erwins old room and ate scraps for two months before Levi found it. He kept that single one. It has blue eyes.

Sasha has an incredibly high metabolism, which is why she eats so much. She needs protein and carbs constantly. If she got enough, she'd be twice as strong and Reiner and would benchpress Mike for fun.

Connie shaved his head until some girl mentioned he'd look hot with soft curls. THEN he started growing it out a little.

Jean is so devoted to Mikasa he doesn't sleep with anyone else. Well, there was that really weird night with that guy, but that doesn't count... right.

Eren is both so homophobic and so ally it's hard to tell that he's bisexual.

Armin has the biggest library. Erwin, for some random reason, left him all his books. Levi didn't contest that. In some books, Erwin even left little annotations- speaking even though he is gone. Armin flips through the pages often, wondering if the Commander he didn't know so well would have ever seen him as a son, if he had lived.

Yelena doesn't know who's right or wrong, a lot of the time. She agrees with Eren, people should pay. But the lives that will be lost... is war really worth it? She sits up at night with a drink and a cigarette glaring at the moon, wondering if her ideals are placed in the wrong people. But never once does she defect or speak out.

I'd like to think in their vulnerable moments, Mikasa and Annie sneak out together after the Rumbling. They sit under the stars and train for a little. They end up covered in bruises. Annie admits she's sorry. Mikasa admits she is too. They keep fighting, because what else is there now?

Historia cares for her child, but can't look at her daughter. She sees to much of what she wished she had, too much of a life she was denied. She loves her little daughter, but can't help but resent her too. Historia is scared she'll end up like her mother, and pushes all of it down.

Before he died, Beretoldt thought about how his life was going to save another person's life, but in the back of his mind he wished he could see his parents one last time. He was, after all, only a child.

Reiner went to therapy, once. He cried and cried and cried. He hasn't gone back, but his mind feels better. He can finally sit down and put his life into reasonable order. He misses Porco, oddly enough. He misses being told the truth and seen as just a man.

Annie misses the feeling of her Titan. If you asked her, she'd say it's like a puzzle piece is missing, a warm embrace ripped from her. Her crystal was the last thing from her Titan that felt like a home. She'd say it's like missing the skin of your back because you peeled it off. She'd say it's a longing. But she doesn't talk, not often now.

When Eren and Mikasa fucked off to Switzerland, they had a ball of a time. Mikasa got really good at cooking, Eren finally learned to chill the fuck out, and of course: geese. Lots of geese.

Floch, weirdly enough, unlike Jean, has a lot of sexual experience. The girls he sleeps with says he's a damnable bastard in person, but actually kind of sweet in bed. Sure he's rough but he makes sure they like it. He has four bastard children and he's very, very proud.

Sasha and Connie would sometimes just fight with long sticks. Hey Siri, play "Duel of The Fates" I should write for Star Wars they got really good at it.

Eren and Floch had a one night stand. Yelena walked in on them halfway through and laughed so hard they stopped. It's never happened again, but Yelana likes to hint at it.

Zeke often just fucking. Sits there. He'll just be brooding and he'll zone back in and what the fuck it's been three hours why didn't anyone tell me. He likes his beard as well, he doesn't like to shave it because he's got a bit of a baby face, and he even has a comb specifically for grooming it. He gets bitches too. He's a big fan of pussy eating btw. Really, really big.

Historia knows what a strap is. No she will not tell anyone but they KNOW it was Ymir. A bad influence even after her goddamn death.

Gabi wakes up screaming some nights, begging for it to stop, begging to be able to go back, to not do what she did. Falco tries to comfort her, but some nights, all she can say is "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry Sasha." Connie, sometimes, hears this. He gets... Angry. And sad too, knowing that Gabi was just a kid, indoctrinated and brainwashed, and that her regrets equal his own.

[raindropmaster]

1.

There’s pain and longing in things that has passed. Now I’m realizing how heavy it is to look back on missed moments and unrealized opportunities.

2.

Have you heard of the superstition where you ask the cat something/someone missing? One of the stray cats we feed gave birth in our garage 2 weeks ago. She put it inside our house. She went missing. I use the syringe and cat milk to force feed the kittens. 24-hours missing I talked to every single one of the stray cats if they’ve seen the mama cat, the one with a limp. I told them it’s unusual for a mama cat to leave their kittens not unless they are sick.

She returned a day after that. She smelled of death and sickness. I let her in and showed her the kittens. She avoided them, I think she doesn’t want to risk it. She stayed for a while and looked at the house. She asked to be petted and laid down in her usual spot where she sleeps. I played video games the whole day, looking at her look at me and the house.

At midnight, I turned the tv and console off. I sat and the floor and touched her a bit. I thanked her for going home. I told her I’ll try my best to feed the kittens if they will accept, but made no promise. The kittens are too young, and I’m afraid nature will run its course. I told her it’s okay to sleep now, and that it was great she trusted us to feed her for a while. I told her we may not meet again when I sleep now, because I’m not sure if she’ll stick around- but that I understand. I said thank you for making an effort to say goodbye.

I woke up the next day without her in the house. Her kittens are crying, asking to be nursed. I know she’s gone, truly gone this time. I wonder if she felt love in her last hours.

3.

Most of my days these past two months are mostly at home. I had three of my wisdom teeth removed and didn’t expect the long recover time per operation. It forced me to stay home and do some light cleaning. I sorted some things and continued packing clothes and books I intend to donate.

I have donated more than 10 paper bags of old clothes now. Most of them bought 2014-2018. I didn’t have a growth sprout so I kept them. They’re the clothes I bought with my first salary, my first time alone abroad, my first Christmas splurge, my first out of the country shopping.

For some reasons, I thought they were meant ti stay. I thought those days of vanished youth can be revisited if I just store them, or that I don’t need to go shopping again. But nothing really lasts. Most of these items aren’t even reflective of who I am today. Seeing them go felt like saying goodbye to a younger version of me. I’m happy knowing he was happy.

4.

Skype is closing down. I spent 4 years working for Microsoft. We knew end days are coming for the app since the introduction of Microsoft Teams. I used to handle Skype in the Classroom programs and have visited local museums to invite them to join giving virtual tours (before pandemic). Seeing it go had some finality. Seeing it go felt like I said goodbye to the mama cat and my old clothes. I cheered myself up knowing we have connected 40k Filipino students a year to promote culture and identity. Those were few of my career highlight.

5.

So there’s really pain and longing in things that has passed. In a few weeks I felt like I said goodbye in multitudes and was forced to confront how things are changing again. I’m starting to give away some of my books. I felt like there’s no point keeping too much when things, people and circumstances change too often.

It’s only the first quarter of the year, but it felt like a year-long reflection was due, from forced self-isolation and sad chain of events.

P.S.

Someone I used to love went back home. We didn’t meet, even as friends. It felt like a satisfying and sad goodbye to moments shared. I hope I’m as happy.

[another-heroine]

Silver Lining

A/N: IT'S FINALLY DONE

You probably are tired of me saying that I'm weak for parents-family-children boundaries in fiction since my irl family was disfunctional *laughing crying*

So here it comes an oneshot just for the fluff. I kept the WOTR spoilers low and Ekaterina in a 'neutral' route (it fits weather she becomes a mother after game or not, for example, regardless of romances etc)

Thank you, @silversiren1101, for lending me your little ganzi-gnome ;___;

She knew every corner of that place by heart. Even with shutted eyes, she could tell what was going on there: the birds chirping, the water fountain running, the oldest cat complaining about anything. And that sound of feathers, along the muffled giggle, was very familiar.

Ekaterina felt little hands grabbing her skirt, and heard a scare attempt, “Boo!”

The druid did her best acting, putting one hand over her heart. “Jesyll!”

The little girl laughed out loud. “Hi, auntie! I gotcha again, didn't I?”

“You always get it.” Ekaterina couldn't help but smile. She patted her head. “Hello, my dear. How are you doing?”

Jesyll hugged her legs. She adored how Auntie Kaya smelled like. It was like a fusion of a vegetable garden in summer and a pine forest. Herbs, flowers, juicy fruits.

Comfort scent.

“I came to help you.” The girl leaned her chin on the woman's leg. “What can I do?”

Ekaterina gave a half smile. She looked around; there was almost nothing more to do in that afternoon. But it would be impossible to change the mind of a ganzi-gnome child. Then she asked, “Alright, can you fetch me some water?”

“Yes, ma'am!” she happily agreed, darting through the greenhouse. The rustle of her tail always lured the stray kittens out of their feline dreams under the branches, making them run after her. Jesyll was used to that kind of buzz, and just laughed. When she had learned that it was a great way to bait them to pat them, she didn’t mind anymore about the occasional chase.

Ekaterina watched the scene, silently having fun, but also paying attention. She didn’t want anyone to get hurt in her greenhouse. And the vines, branches, playful kittens, many things there could leave a scar or two. Especially when you were small like… a gnome.

Jesyll got a bucket and filled it into the fountain. As she stopped and curled her tail, the kittens tried to nuzzle into it. She sighed, delighted with the scene, leaving the bucket on the stone edge for a while. One of the creatures had golden eyes like her, and his tail was halved. The girl pouted, thinking about what could have happened to him. She couldn’t imagine how to live without her tail, even without a tiny piece. The girl shook her head and went back to her actual task. She had to help Auntie Kaya and her plants.

Plants… Jesyll loved tending to them. Every time when she had the opportunity, she was on her Mama’s side in the gardens, taking care of roses and trying to make friends with insects. One time, she mistook wasps for honeybees, and it caused her to fall into her mother’s favorite rose bushes. She could swear that Papa’s eyes got brighter for a second when he heard about it later. And since then, everybody — mostly Auntie Kaya — kept all eyes on her when she was outside. Like that very moment, when the druid craned her neck slightly, pondering if she should disperse the curious kittens, but it was not necessary; soon the girl came back safe and sound and with a bucket of water as requested.

“Done!” Jesyll nodded. “What do I do now?”

“Now step aside, my assistant.” Ekaterina put her hands on waist.

The girl climbed a seat next to her, and watched with attention. Auntie was about to do that thing that she would never get tired of.

The druid rolled up her sleeves, revealing her Irriseni tattoos. Sometimes she let Jesyll touch them, feeling their texture, and Ekaterina told her what every piece meant. Auntie said that in her homeland, Winter Witches used to scare common people, so many girls received their tattoos when they were between nine and twelve years old. That was a way to protect them from evil, and to avoid being kidnapped by the witches. Jesyll asked once if she could get one as well, and Ekaterina smiled.

“Oh dear, it’s not necessary. You are safe here, don’t you think so?”

“Pleaseee, they are so cool!”

“Maybe when you get older, yes? And… if your parents allow…”

Jesyll was pulled to the present again when she caught the blue lines on Ekaterina’s arms starting to glow. The druid cupped water from the bucket with one hand, and the liquid became goldish. She hummed something in Hallit and little waves danced on her palm.

Before them, over the wide table, there was a dying plant. If Jesyll was recalling right, that one was touched by the Blight. Although the Worldwound was sealed a long time ago, even before she was born, there were some scratches around the world. And druids like Auntie Kaya had the duty to cleanse that mess. That was why sometimes she had to leave for weeks or months.

The enchanted water flowed into the roots of the blemished plant. At first, nothing special seemed to happen, then from the depths of the pot, golden lines began to spread through the stalk to the leaves. The black stains began to vanish, and then stopped. Ekaterina cupped more water and did that again, until the Blight lingering was gone and a small white flower popped between the revivified leaves.

In the meantime, Jesyll was grabbing the seat’s edges with anxiousness, and her tail curled on one of the wood legs. When the process was done, she sighed with relief. “I thought it would never go away!”

Ekaterina smiled gently. “Sometimes, you need to take a longer time to fix things.”

“Like… for anything?” Jesyll tilted her head.

Auntie nodded, taking the vase and placing it on a shelf. For a moment, Ekaterina thought of using the feats of the Fifth Crusade as an example, after all, it took over a century for them to finally close that crater. And it demanded a lot of time, sweat and blood. But probably Regill had already told his daughter about it, and she didn’t want to be repetitive. Also, the Crusade was not a story for little kids, although the stains of that were still spreaded out there.

She observed the full shelves of ‘rescued’ plants. Definitely there was no rest for the good ones in Golarion.

Katya felt Jesyll pulling the hem of her skirt shyly.

“Auntie… Can we have cake now?”

The druid took a moment to react, letting the demons in her memories return to their hideout. They couldn’t touch them anymore. None of them. The work would never end, but at least there was hope and renewal ahead.

And that little talkative being around her, with her curious eyes prying everything, her loud laughter and everyday discoveries was one of Ekaterina’s silver linings after the end of the Crusades.

She didn’t say anything. Ekaterina just rolled down her sleeves and took her niece’s hand. They would have cake and lemonade and anything that she wished for.

At the greenhouse’s door, they noticed the halved-tail kitten was following them. The druid stated, “He likes you”.

The girl smiled wide, looking over her shoulder. She liked him as well.

What if she hid him in her bedroom?

[lubdog]

today the vet told me that my dog has a heart arrhythmia.

the diagnosis of cause could be a variety of things, but the end result is the same in every prognosis:

she is going to die.

I remember I used to wonder why people got pets.

I told my best friend that I wouldn’t put myself through the pain of loving something so much, just to know I only had a small fraction of my time on earth to give to it; even less, considering normal, daily things that require my presence or attention.

And then I got a dog.

and a cat, and another dog.

and every single one of them is going to die.

it could be in a year, or five years,

or I could get lucky with them, and they could live until they’re seventeen, or thirty-one-and-a-half, like the oldest living dog in the Guinness Book of World Records (if you ignore the possibility of that being a false claim).

but regardless of how long (or short) I am blessed with their presence and unconditional love,

I am reminded of how I sign up for devastating heartbreak without much consideration, nearly every day.

I read books and watch films where my favorite character dies, and I can see it coming long before I’ve closed the last chapter, or the credits roll.

I make friends with the knowledge that we may one day outgrow each other, and never speak again.

I watch an elderly neighbor feed stray cats in his spare time,

who tells me he was feeding a group of them once and noticed there was a single, pure white kitten of whom he was particularly fond,

whom weeks later, on his drive home from work, he saw lying on the side of the road after being struck by a vehicle;

its white fur striking against the monotone grey of the pavement.

He tells me about her, as he feeds this new group of kittens; tells me he spotted another pregnant mama the other day,

that there’s more on the way.

he tells me that the cats won’t come up to anyone else, but he can stand there amongst the kibble and cans and watch them eat, and every now and then one of them will approach him.

That white kitten died, to my knowledge, about nine years ago.

I just saw the man yesterday with his bag of kibble underarm,

and I recall he was a fairly heavy smoker a while back,

but I haven’t seen him pull out a cigarette in years.

When we give our hearts as fair game for the breaking;

in whole, and without attempt of cheating the rules

or manipulating the boundaries,

only then, are we returned something of sanctity.

something abstract that cannot be measured in word or equation or form; something that has only one rule: it must, and can be, alone, felt.

We are given one piece of unchallenged knowledge when arriving to this existence:

every piece of it is temporary.

every single parcel of it all is Sugar Cube Purity.

I asked the vet for information about warning signs that my dog was nearing the end,

“the last thing I want is to unknowingly allow her to suffer” I told them.

I will make the choice, whenever that time comes, to gift back to her a small fraction of what she has given to me, throughout every moment she has been mine.

I will help her go, I will give her back to the earth and God, and whatever else it was that graced me with the gift of her existence.

I will bear the pain that comes with the choice of loving,

and as much as I hate to see it,

so will she, even if it’s just momentarily.

“People have held their dying children” I remind myself,

a last ditch effort to remove myself from some of the suffering;

to build a wall in my heart against the inevitable products of love.

but eventually I will return, after dismantling my imagined protection, brick by brick,

to this fundamental truth:

This love was never meant to be measured against its various other ‘selves’-

for Christ’s sake, I cried when my pet tree frog died,

and I still think of him-

And while I have never had to bear the extraordinary weight of loving and losing a child,

I am convinced that every manifestation of this beautiful, heart-wrenching gift

stands alone as its very own intrinsic experience,

that can only be measured alongside, not in comparison with, its innumerable other manifestations.

We cherish, and we are cherished.

we fear, and we are feared for.

we give, and we are returned gifts.

we are substantially changed with every experience of love

and its subsequent, and less welcomed friend, grief.

we are challenged to learn the value of our existence, through the eyes of those we value.

Love never fails, not because we are incapable of “failing” in our endeavors of love-

but because it is inherently reciprocal

and it always gives exceptionally more than it takes.

My dad tells me that upon learning the news that my grandmother was pregnant with him, her firstborn;

my great-grandma vowed to never smoke another cigarette, for as long as she lived.

and she never did.

We are instilled with the most powerful ingredient in the making of living,

right from the beginning.

we only choose to quiet its voice when those around us have forgotten how to let it burst loudly from within them;

when they stifle parts of it in themselves, and by association, in us.

When the time comes, I will get another dog.

I will go in with all the intentions of imagining that the painful second-phase of love is far off;

for it will be barely visible at the time.

but I know that I will allow it to arrive when it’s ready.

And for the time being, I will both bear and enjoy

the difficulty and intentionality of staying in this current, present manifestation of love with my dog,

for however long I am granted.

“To be loved, is to be changed.”

[blutea]

today the vet told me that my dog has a heart arrhythmia.

the diagnosis of cause could be a variety of things, but the end result is the same in every prognosis:

she is going to die.

I remember I used to wonder why people got pets.

I told my best friend that I wouldn’t put myself through the pain of loving something so much, just to know I only had a small fraction of my time on earth to give to it; even less, considering normal, daily things that require my presence or attention.

And then I got a dog.

and a cat, and another dog.

and every single one of them is going to die.

it could be in a year, or five years,

or I could get lucky with them, and they could live until they’re seventeen, or thirty-one-and-a-half, like the oldest living dog in the Guinness Book of World Records (if you ignore the possibility of that being a false claim).

but regardless of how long (or short) I am blessed with their presence and unconditional love,

I am reminded of how I sign up for devastating heartbreak without much consideration, nearly every day.

I read books and watch films where my favorite character dies, and I can see it coming long before I’ve closed the last chapter, or the credits roll.

I make friends with the knowledge that we may one day outgrow each other, and never speak again.

I watch an elderly neighbor feed stray cats in his spare time,

who tells me he was feeding a group of them once and noticed there was a single, pure white kitten of whom he was particularly fond,

whom weeks later, on his drive home from work, he saw lying on the side of the road after being struck by a vehicle;

its white fur striking against the monotone grey of the pavement.

He tells me about her, as he feeds this new group of kittens; tells me he spotted another pregnant mama the other day,

that there’s more on the way.

he tells me that the cats won’t come up to anyone else, but he can stand there amongst the kibble and cans and watch them eat, and every now and then one of them will approach him.

That white kitten died, to my knowledge, about nine years ago.

I just saw the man yesterday with his bag of kibble underarm,

and I recall he was a fairly heavy smoker a while back,

but I haven’t seen him pull out a cigarette in years.

When we give our hearts as fair game for the breaking;

in whole, and without attempt of cheating the rules

or manipulating the boundaries,

only then, are we returned something of sanctity.

something abstract that cannot be measured in word or equation or form; something that has only one rule: it must, and can be, alone, felt.

We are given one piece of unchallenged knowledge when arriving to this existence:

every piece of it is temporary.

every single parcel of it all is Sugar Cube Purity.

I asked the vet for information about warning signs that my dog was nearing the end,

“the last thing I want is to unknowingly allow her to suffer” I told them.

I will make the choice, whenever that time comes, to gift back to her a small fraction of what she has given to me, throughout every moment she has been mine.

I will help her go, I will give her back to the earth and God, and whatever else it was that graced me with the gift of her existence.

I will bear the pain that comes with the choice of loving,

and as much as I hate to see it,

so will she, even if it’s just momentarily.

“People have held their dying children” I remind myself,

a last ditch effort to remove myself from some of the suffering;

to build a wall in my heart against the inevitable products of love.

but eventually I will return, after dismantling my imagined protection, brick by brick,

to this fundamental truth:

This love was never meant to be measured against its various other ‘selves’-

for Christ’s sake, I cried when my pet tree frog died,

and I still think of him-

And while I have never had to bear the extraordinary weight of loving and losing a child,

I am convinced that every manifestation of this beautiful, heart-wrenching gift

stands alone as its very own intrinsic experience,

that can only be measured alongside, not in comparison with, its innumerable other manifestations.

We cherish, and we are cherished.

we fear, and we are feared for.

we give, and we are returned gifts.

we are substantially changed with every experience of love

and its subsequent, and less welcomed friend, grief.

we are challenged to learn the value of our existence, through the eyes of those we value.

Love never fails, not because we are incapable of “failing” in our endeavors of love-

but because it is inherently reciprocal

and it always gives exceptionally more than it takes.

My dad tells me that upon learning the news that my grandmother was pregnant with him, her firstborn;

my great-grandma vowed to never smoke another cigarette, for as long as she lived.

and she never did.

We are instilled with the most powerful ingredient in the making of living,

right from the beginning.

we only choose to quiet its voice when those around us have forgotten how to let it burst loudly from within them;

when they stifle parts of it in themselves, and by association, in us.

When the time comes, I will get another dog.

I will go in with all the intentions of imagining that the painful second-phase of love is far off;

for it will be barely visible at the time.

but I know that I will allow it to arrive when it’s ready.

And for the time being, I will both bear and enjoy

the difficulty and intentionality of staying in this current, present manifestation of love with my dog,

for however long I am granted.

“To be loved, is to be changed.”

[asshlyyyy]

Until I Found Her Pt. 2 (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Part 1

I am not completely sure how often these will be posted. We will see if it happens every weekend, but for the most part.... she doesn’t have a set schedule. As you know... I try to post every two days. So, that pretty much comes to about three posts a week. 

I hope you guys are enjoying this series so far. We are unsure how many parts this will have... It can be long... it may not be long... We are just hoping that all the haters have since then left. Let me warn you this, if anyone decides to be a rotten asshole about this, we will both block your ass.

Masterlist

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Cowriter: @babyhoneypresley

Warnings: Swearing, spelling and grammatical errors. 

Word Count: 1.5k

You couldn’t have but keep thinking about that boy. Elvis was his name. His beautiful blue eyes… god you could get lost in those. Everything about him intrigued you. He was dressed like he was ready for work, and yet he had a guitar? He must be able to play… maybe even sing a bit. What else would his friends have meant?

You shook the thought of Elvis out of your head and continued to walk home. There was still the possibility of never seeing Elvis again. Sure, you splinted him your phone number… but what if he just washed his clothes without checking his pockets? Sure, you could join your ‘friends’ at the diner for a chance to see him… but would it really happen?

You needed to stop thinking about it… Just go home… do some work… rinse and repeat. But… he still played a part on your life now. He was embedded in your head rather you wanted him to be or not. 

“Mama?” You called out once you got home. 

“In the kitchen!” Your mom called out. You walked over to the kitchen and found that she was cooking. That’s new. She usually never cooks. Well, ever since your father hired those workers. 

“You’re cooking?”

“Mhm, making your favorite.” She smiled. You raised your eyebrow in confusion. Did she want something from you? What was the occasion?

“Why? Not that I’m complaining… I’m just confused is all.”

“I just wanted to do something. Your father has me in this house doing nothing. With those damn workers, leaves me no housework.” She admitted. You nodded and looked around.

“Have you seen Honey?”

“She might be in your room with Pumpkin. The last time I saw her, she was lying on your bed.” You nodded and turned to leave, but you stopped and turned back toward her. 

“Mama, can I please get a radio?”

“Y/n…” Your mother sighed and dried her hands off on her apron. “You know I’d love to say yes… but in the end, it's your father’s call.”

“He won’t say yes. He always says it’ll rot my brain!” You whined. Your mother sighed and walked over to you. She pulled you into a hug and rubbed your back.

“I’ll talk to him okay? I’ll try and convince him.” You nodded softly and pulled away. 

“Thank you, mama.”

“You’re welcome,” she pressed a kiss against your head. “Go finish up your schoolwork, dinner will be once your father gets home.”

“I’ll probably take Honey out on a walk once I’m done.” You told her. 

“Okay, honey.” She nodded and went back to fix dinner.  

You let the kitchen and went up to your room, where you found your golden retriever dog, and orange cat laying together on your bed. You smiled, went over to them, and gave them all the love and kisses.

Pumpkin was still relatively new to the family. He was still a kitten, and he just loved to hang around you. Much like Honey did. Which, you had no issue with. These two were your best friends. They were the ones whom you told all your secrets to. Mostly because they didn’t understand you, and couldn’t tell anyone either. 

You grabbed your violin and decided to work a bit on it. Your dad wanted to make sure you were set up for life. Making you perfect the most elegant of instruments, and pass every test with flying colors. He wanted the best for his daughter. He especially wanted you to marry someone rich, who could take over his business. 

You just wanted to find someone to love. That’s all you wanted. Someone to love, and someone to love you back. Sure, with your terrible social skills… that may never work, but it seemed to work with Elvis. At least you hope it did. 

Hours seemed to have passed. You had dinner with your family, and here you stood outside on the balcony. You looked out past the tree line and watched as the sun got lower and lower. It was still summertime around here in Memphis, so the sun wasn't setting till after eight either... sometimes even close to nine. 

You let out a sigh just as you heard the phone. Your ears perked up and you rushed back inside. "I got it!" You called out to your parents downstairs and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" You answered. 

"Hey, it's Elvis." His voice appeared. God... he sounded good. It was just nice to hear from him again. It had been hardly a day, and you were just begging to hear from and see him again.

"You found my note," you spoke in relief. 

"Yeah, it was hard to miss when ya tugged on my jacket." He joked lightly. You smiled and leaned against the wall. You twirled the coil around your finger and couldn't help but feel your cheeks start to heat up. 

"Sorry, about that," you giggled lightly, "I just... had to make sure you got it."

"Mama, I-" You heard Elvis speak from the other end. You shook your head at the interaction he was having. You could only imagine he was being scolded.

"'m sorry, I gotta cut this short. I'll see ya again? Tomorrow? The diner?" Elvis asked quickly. You once again felt your cheeks heat up. Was this a date? Could it be?

"Ye-yeah of course! That sounds... that sounds amazing."

"Perfect, I'll see ya then. B- Mama! 'm gettin' off it now! Sorry, bye."

"Bye, Elvis," you giggled and hung up. You let out a light squeal and looked over at Honey. She had a curious look on her face. You went to her and picked her face in your hands. You pressed a kiss to her head.

"Want to go for a walk?" You asked. Honey stood up immediately and started to wag her tail. "That is a definite yes." You reached for her collar and leash. You placed it around her neck and led her downstairs.

"I'm taking Honey on a walk! I'll be back shortly!"

"Be safe!" Your mama called back out to you. 

"Always!" You pushed open the door and lead Honey outside before you closed the door behind you. You walked around the neighborhood for a bit, but you eventually found yourself near the grocery store where a group of young kids found interest in your dog.

"What's her name?" One little girl asked. She had her hair in two braided pigtails. You smiled softly and watched as Honey wagged her tail in happiness from all the attention she was getting.

"Honey," you answered her. 

"That's such a cute name!" They all chooed in response. 

"I guess I just got inspired by her golden locks," you explained as you gave Honey a quick pet on her back. 

"I wish I had a dog... Mama!" The pigtail braids girl ran out to her mother. Kids are such a beautiful, yet... scary creature. It's harsh to call them creatures, but in the end kids... well... as you said... they were creatures. Eventually, the rest of the kids went off to their parents, and you were left with Honey. 

"Hey." You turned quickly at the voice and found Elvis standing relatively close. You sucked in a breath and smiled softly.

"There he is, guess ya mama made ya go shopping?" You motioned towards the bags he had in his hands. He chuckled nervously and nodded.

"Yeah, sorry bout that... whole conversation again. She kept pushin' me to get off the phone."

"It's no issue. My parents are the same way. They think that stuff will rot your brain." You explained but then realized that... that made no sense. "Talking- uh talking to people on the phone." You corrected yourself as you looked away embarrassed.

"Nah I get it... uh, I just wanted to let ya know... listen out to the radio. You uh... you might be hearin' me real soon on it." 

"So, you're a singer? That explains the guitar earlier." You pointed out to him. Just like that, the mystery you had earlier was solved. He had that type of charm with him. 

"Yeah, I uh... yeah I sing and play a little with ma friends." He shrugged as if it was nothing. It was far from nothing. Sure, you might have not known what he actually sounded like... but it matched his good look and boyish charm, well you bet it was amazing. 

"I bet you sound amazing. I can't wait to hear it." You complimented him. Elvish scratched the back of his neck and shook his head. 

"So... tomorrow right? The diner?" Elvis changed the subject. You blushed and nodded at his request. 

"Yes of course! I have class in the morning so... around two?" You suggested. Elvis nodded in response.

"That works for me. I'll see you then... unless I give ya a call beforehand." You nodded and gave him a quick small wave before he walked off. You let out a peaceful sigh and scratched behind Honey's ear.

"Oh, he's so dreamy, Honey... so so dreamy." You said softly.

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[tetralea]

Hey :)

I'm still good, but I don't really know what the future holds but I'm getting there🙈

I don't have a song right now but a small plot idea or something 😅

Max and Charles are childhood besties but never showed it because of the rivalry. They met up in private and chat all night or watch movies. They always had crushes on each other and got together after Max won in 2021. After that they talked more openly in the paddock and people notice obviously but only say that they finally start to become friends.

In one of the races Charles has a big shunt and hits a wall. He isn't moving and Max freaks out Max just parks the car to get to his love. Max helped Charles out of the car and hugged him so tight. Obviously people talk but he doesn't care. That's the love of his life, his best friend, his soulmate. Charles would've done the same.

Afterwards, because Max isn't allowed to start again he goes with Charles to the medical center and never leaves his side. In the interviews Max clings to Charles and the press asks about it. He obviously doesn't want to out them, not yet at least so he just says: "That's my best friend and I can't imagine losing him."

They're closer than ever afterwards and show a bit more affection towards each other openly. After they retire they come out with a picture of them on their wedding a few years back with their two kids.

Hii,

Ah, no worries, a cute story idea is always good!🥰

But before I get there I’m trying to figure if I have adhd, and I am waaay to old to get a diagnosis just by now, but oh well but it might help fixing my chronic insomnia and explain my hypersensitivity 😭 that would be great to be honest.

And the story idea is sooo lovely! I can totally imagine Max panicking and trying to get close to the car, and call out for Charles and not like he thinks of it but looking back at the footage he is so glad his helmet was on and the utter panic didn’t show. He would try his best not to bother the marshals, but he would constantly ask them, what was going on, if Charles was awake, how he was injured etc. (he would be like when my cat gave birth to her kittens in the dog’s house and I tried to save the kittens by putting them in a shoe box and taking them to safety while mama cat was meowing loudly and circling around me with the most worried cat expression I ever saw, anyway)

When Charles is finally, after agonising minutes is out of the car, he is heavily concussed, and needs two marshals to hold him up on his feet until he can be laid on a stretcher, but he sees Max and even trough the think and slippery feeling fog in his brain he reaches out for him, and Max steps closer carefully wrapping his arms around Charles, who mumbles: baby I am okay. But trough his helmet it is barely audible to Max too.

So when Charles is in the ambulance car Max walks back to his car, but it is also damaged, no way he could start the race over. Not like he could give his everything, when his everything is injured and his state is not stable. So when he is back at the garage, he rushes to the medical station, Charles is already prepared to be lifted in the helicopter to his take him to the hospital to further checks. There is Arthur and Lorenzo who obviously know about their relationship, and they try to sympathetically give Max a pat on the shoulder or a half-hug whiteout exposing too much to the cameras,. They also try to shield them them when Max finally gets to talk with Charles, his pretty face looks as handsome as ever maybe a bit more tired and drained. The signs of his concussion are showing making Max’s heart clench. He doesn’t even think when he grabs the freckled hand, trying to say the words without outing themselves to the whole world. ‘Please, take care of him.’ He asks Lorenzo who climbs into the helicopter to escort Charles to the hospital.

Until he is back Max tries his best to act normal but it is almost impossible. He tried to distract himself but makes Arthur swear he would let him know when Charles is back. Thankfully it doesn’t take long, the brunette is dismissed from the hospital after some checks and X-rays, and he returns to the paddock on wobbly legs and a tired smile, Lorenzo supporting him. Max rushes out of the red bull hospitality, immediately finding the worn out brunette, he hugs him tight maybe a bit too tight for all the cameras around but he couldn’t care. After that he is the one walking around with Charles, he already gave all the interviews. He is not letting the smaller man out of his arms not for a second, he makes sure Charles drinks plenty, and sits down in any given time he doesn’t absolutely have to stand. ‘People are staring Maxy.’ Charles can’t protest and doesn’t even want to too much but he can’t help but notice the looks around them.

And Max off doesn’t care. ‘Not like I’m kissing you in front of the cameras. I’m just supporting an injured friend.’

‘I wish we weren’t here and you were kissing me.’ And Charles wish finally comes true when they are in his car, Arthur driving, Max pulling him in for a quick kiss at the backseat. And there is so much in that kiss.

After that the internet is full with all the speculation, with all the images of them hugging, of Max holding him like holding onto dear life, looking at him like Charles is the one and only reason for his existence. But the teams or the drivers are not saying a thing, so Max sometimes puts his arm around Charles when they are just talking or greets the brunette with a hug in the paddock, it is bold but he couldn’t have it any other way. He need to know Charles is safe beside him, that he is there for real. After a few races the speculations die down, the press finds something else to focus on, the drivers however…

Daniel and Pierre are the firsts finding out. Daniel simply puts two and two together while Pierre catches Max and Charles make out in front of the brunette’s apartment when he arrives to a game night too early. Then Carlos catches up first teasing Charles with the seemingly sudden attention of Max, then he quickly realises it is entirely two sided even if Charles is less of a PDA person, he often stands at drivers parade with his pinky touching Max on the bar of the bus, or that they just stand awfully close to each other, and Charles never protests when Max puts his arm around his wait instead of his back on podium pictures. Then slowly a few others, but word never gets out.

Years later Charles is caught walking on the shores in Monaco with two little girls toddling next to him, twins, the girls scream when they see Max, can’t wait to hug their Papa. They adopted them and did a very good job hiding it from the public, retirement ofc making it easier. But it feels like about time and Charles quickly snaps a picture of the four of them posting it later with their engagement and wedding pictures. ‘years later, happy anniversary, Cheri.’ The caption is cheesy but it is what it is and Max quickly replies with the same wedding pictures, and pictures of Charles when they first brought home their daughters. He only puts a small caption about their anniversary, he is still not much fan of social media. It becomes a mess, with various pages picking it up, their old teams trying to stay on top of the situation, but the most insufferable are the drivers in the comment section revealing they knew about it all along. It’s sweet but so much. Then an official page places a post with their pictures on that day when Charles crashed and Max was glued to his side even days after. The caption says we told you so.

The end took an interesting turn lol. If I get the emotional range and time on my hands I’d loooove to write some angsty story with an accident and the aftermath like this. 🥺 thank you for sending me this. 💕

[mud-castle]

In the dark mirror au, have their been instances were kittypet queens kinda just expect their kits to be taken and make sure that they're ready? Like, Thunderclan breaks into a Twoleg nest and instead of fighting the queen, she's just like "I've got two mollies and a tom, one of the mollies is a little small, though I think she's big enough to still go with you. I gave them forest-y names; Pebble, Fern, and Sparrow, please let them keep their names as a final gift from their mother." Has something like that ever happened?

Wow, that's depressing...

So, I must put it in:

Story below the cut:

Paprika was a fool.

She had known of the raids the forest cats sometimes launched on the neighborhood cats. She had known of the kits that had been stolen and of mothers and fathers who had been injured when they tried to protect them.

Yet, she had also known that the raids were rare, more often done on loners, rogues, and city cats. The forest cats didn't want to draw the ire of the humans by attacking their pets too often. Rather, their attacks on the neighborhood were more often made at those who had strayed too close to their beloved trees.

So, Paprika had dismissed the concerns of her friend Trixie when she'd told her of her plans to have kits. The last raid the forest cats had been just about a month ago. Often, they only happened two or three times a year. Paprika had seen a number of kittens born, grow, and be given their own housefolk.

Paprika had always wanted kits, little ones running around under her paws. She'd daydreamed of the things she would teach them. Like, the best places to sharpen your claws, the names of types of birds that came around the feeder, how to get your housefolk to scratch the itch you couldn't reach, and so much more. And, like the idiot she was, she'd decided that it was safe to finally have her own.

She'd been given birth to three precious kittens three months later. Two mollies and a tom. Two weeks went by without issue. Parenting was a little harder than she anticipated, but with the help of her housefolk, she took to it rather easily. The kittens had opened their eyes and ears and explored the world that was the basket in the kitchen.

A week later, a forest cat had been spotted four houses from her own. It had simply walked along the fence, looking into houses, and disappeared about an hour later. Paprika kept a closer eye on her kittens. They had begun to babble, weakly attempting to mimic her own words.

Two nights after that, the cat was seen again. Two houses from her own. It had done the same thing, watching the houses, before going off once again. Paprika decided to stay in the house instead of spending her mornings and evenings outside chatting with the neighborhood cats and dogs. Her kits had started mewing their first word. "Mama"

Two nights later, Paprika was awoken by nothing. Her kittens lay sound asleep next to her. She gave each of them a lick on the head, heart warming as they purred contently. Her housefolk had gone to bed a little earlier than usual. She could hear him snoring away. With a yawn, she turned her head towards the window. She froze.

Wide, orange eyes locked onto narrowed, green ones. Paprika had never seen a forest cat before. It was big, far bigger than her. She couldn't see much of its details as it had its back turned to the light of the moon. But she could see its eyes slide over to where her kittens were nestled against her, and the glint of fangs as its mouth parted into a wide, wicked grin.

Paprika bristled, alarm shooting through her body. She turned in the direction of her housefolk's room, wondering if she could wake him up before the forest cat could try anything. But when she turned back to the window, it was gone. Paprika didn't go back to sleep.

Rage hit first, then indignance, then helplessness. There was nothing she could do to protect her kittens. She'd personally seen the wounds on cat who had fought back. The forest cats never killed them, but they left some wishing they had. She plead for help, but no one would. Many cats turned their noses, sneering that she deserved it for making such a idiotic decision. Others simply gave her a pitying look, unwilling to risk their lives for a pawful of kits. They told her to accept her fate. Some of the dogs had wanted to help, but were unable to escape their backyards. Deep down she'd known better than to bother asking.

So, she did the one thing she could think of. She prepared her kittens for the inevitable. She made up stories of strong, noble cats who fought monsters in the woods. She taught them a hunting a crouch as best as she could. They began to speak in full sentences. They played games like "Hunter" where one of them was a mouse and the others had to catch them, or "Battle" where their made up groups fought off monsters.

It took longer than she thought, about a month later. But, she wasn't surprised when one night when her housefolk had gone out they appeared in the kitchen , eyes gleaming, claws flexing. No doubt prepared for a fight. They were big, and their pelts were unnaturally glossy and sleek. Paprika eyed each one, a spotted molly, a light gray tom, and the cat she'd seen in the window. His jaw was scarred and crooked.

She sighed quietly, numbness overtaking her body. She nudged her kittens to the strange cats, ignoring the confused squeaks of protest. The foresters blinked at her in surprise, expecting her to fight back or at least run.

"These are my kits," she began quietly, "there are two mollies and a tom."

She nudged the first kit, a dark tabby molly. "This one is Sparrow, she's the eldest." The bold kit swatted at the spotted she-cat when she bent to pick her up. The wild cat withdrew, hissing slightly, before snatching her up roughly.

"Ow!" Sparrow cried, "Mama! She's hurting me!"

Paprika flinched, but nosed her second kit, "He is Fern, the second oldest." Fern, took a slight step back, glancing back warily.

"Mama?"

He didn't fight when the gray tom picked him up, gentler than the spotted one had been with Sparrow.

A lump had begun to form in her throat by the time she turned to her youngest, the runt. "This is Pebble, she's the youngest. She's a little small but-" she paused to choke back sob, "but, I think she's strong enough to make the journey."

None of the cats moved. The crooked jawed tom stared at the kitten for a long moment. Finally, he sneered, speaking for the first time, "Scrap couldn't even survive a stiff wind." He flicked his tail, and the other two cats moved towards the door.

A strange mix of relief and guilt made Paprika's legs quiver. She quickly took her littlest one back to the basket, almost afraid he'd change his mind if she took too long. Her other kittens cried for her as they were taken away from the basket, away from their home, away from her. She curled her paws around her littlest one, not daring to face the foresters again, unable to face the looks of betrayal her kittens were surely throwing her.

She heard a scoff from behind her, the spotted molly, "I told you kittypets were cowardly, they won't even defend their own kits."

"She'll just have more later." The crooked jawed tom answered breezily, "Probably won't even remember these ones."

Another voice, the gray tom, "Next time she should mate with a stronger tom. These tiny things are hardly worth the effort."

Their voices grew muffled as they left through the cat flap.

She looked to the little kitten they had left her. Pebble. Paprika's lips curled back at the name. Never would this little one be taken from her. She would not touch the land beyond the fence or fight over a pile of bones. Paprika wanted her to never have any association with the wild cats. This little kit would never know hunger, or bloodshed, or anything outside of the housefolk's protection. And she certainly wouldn't bear the name of anything from that wretched forest.

She clutched her littlest one close, her rage giving way to grief. She finally allowed her tears to fall, for sobs to shake her shoulders. How could she have been so stupid?

"Mama?" her kitten mewed, pawing at her face in concern, "Are you okay? Mama?"

"Next time" the gray tom had said.

Next time?

There wouldn't be a next time.

[sunflowerdaisybee]

Hey, can I request a fereal boys platonic x male reader. So, he does a stream where he shows off his new kittens. And he tells them the story of how he got 3 cats because they were the last 3 siblings of that litter and he didn't want the kittens to be separated from each other anymore. And stream kinda realizes that another reason why he adopted all three of them is because he was split up from his sibilings when his family adopted him. So, chat is going crazy over the softness. And fereal boys are sewing the reader and telling him how good of a person he was. (I was actually split apart from my siblings when I got adopted)

Ah I’m so sorry that happened to you, hopefully you’ve been able to reconnect with them or will be able to in the future <3

Summary: kittens >(^.w.^)<

Pairing: P!Feral Boys X Reader

Pronouns: male intended but no specific ones used

[A/n]: Requests are open <3

“Hey guys, this stream is gonna be a little different than my usual ones but that’s because I wanted to introduce you guys to some friends of mine!” You gave a thumbs up before rushing out of the room, walking in carefully with three kittens in your arms. The three kittens were all white with different spot patterns on them, which was your way of telling them apart.

“So they’re all named after foods, they were named before I got them so I kept the names, and they’re all siblings. They’re rescue kittens and these were the only three who lived, I don’t know what happened to the others.” While you were talking an all-white cat walked into the room, watching carefully as you placed the kittens down.

“Oh, here’s mama. I adopted her too because it just broke my heart to not keep the family together.” Chat had known about you being separated from your siblings and their hearts broke a little.

“The mama’s name is Tofu, cause she’s all white.” You gently pet the mother cat, watching as she observed her kids.

“This one is Baguette.” You held up a white kitten with brown spots, showing him off to the camera before placing him down.

“This little sweetie is Biscuit.” You held up another white kitten with different brown spots before placing her down and picking up the last one.

“And this cutie is Bean!” The last kitten looked the same except for different spot patterns, one of which looked like a bean.

“Ah, they’re so cute and so fluffy! Oh, I’m getting a call.” Picking up your phone you saw that it was a group call, more specifically the group chat you were in with the five Feral Boys. Answering the call you were quick to say that you were live, a polite way of telling the boys to watch their mouths.

“Yeah we know, we’re watching it right now.”

“You are?”

“Yes. You are such a softie dude.”

“That was really sweet of you, I don’t think I would’ve been able to take in four cats like that.”

“Yeah, especially kittens, those things are a menace.”

“I’m glad you adopted all of them though, it would’ve broken my heart if they had been split up. They’re all so cute.”

“Congrats on the cats though, and even though you didn’t name them, the names are still super cute.”

“Bean is my favorite!”

“Baguette is clearly the best!”

“No way!” You laughed as the call was ended, leaving you to get back to your stream and your new housemates.