that little kitty though

Good Girl CH 4: Virgin

“Now tell us what the hell is going on.” Namjoon demands the minute Jin sits me down on the nice sectional couch.  He sits down in front of me on the glass coffee table. The living room is massive with floor to ceiling windows that look over a pool with the beach not far in the distance. I do my best not to gawk and focus on my very upset friends in front of me.

“There was that shoot out at the club; Jihyo and I got out threw the back window into the back alley where I saw Kitty oppa shoot some guy who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He saw me when he was going threw the dead guys wallet and picked me and said he wanted to take me home and here we are.” I explain as best as I can.

Jin sits down next to me, “But why are they this protective over you? I’ve never seen them like this.”

I shrug, “Jihyo and I were drinking last night so I got all weird and they seem to like it. How long have you known them? What are you guys doing here?”

Jin sighs, sitting back into the couch he looks to his youngers for help. Yoongi comes over and sits on the coffee table next to Namjoon, “The best way to explain it without telling you too much is that we work for them, and we have for a couple years. They helped us out when we were younger, helped us find each other and get our shit together. Now we don’t have that much time to talk about this so can we put those questions aside for another time?” From the concern on Yoongi’s normally passive face I nod, a new worry climbs up my spine from their seriousness.

“We need you to understand that you are not safe here,” Namjoon starts, “Even though these guys have helped us and we are forever indebted to them, you are our friend and we do not want to see anything bad happen to you.”

Despite my mind telling me not to I can’t help but ask, “What would they do to me?”

“Please don’t make us answer that,” Jin begs, grabbing a hold of my hand, “Just know it isn’t good.”

“Noona,” Jongkook sits down on my other side and takes my free hand. “Just use your magic to make them let you go, they seem to do anything you ask. They even let you touch them; they always react very badly to people doing that.”

“I can’t, I already told them I would stay if they let me talk to you,” I nibble on my lip as I think of what Kookie could mean by they react very badly.

“How long do you think you are going to be staying?” Hoseok asks.

I shrug, “I don’t know, I’m hoping Handsome and Deer oppa will convince the others to let me go home.”

“Handsome and Deer?” Jimin laughs.

“Like I said, I don’t know names.”

“Their names are Suho and Luhan,” Namjoon says.

“Maybe it’s better if she doesn’t know their names,” Taehyung pipes in, “It will make her seem like less of a threat.”

They all nod in agreement, Jimin starts giving me tips, “Don’t ask any questions either, I know you aren’t usually the curious type but I mean absolutely no questions. The less you know, the better.”

“Try not to be alone with anyone. Where did you sleep last night?” Jin asks.

“With Kitty.”

They all stare at me dumbstruck but Namjoon shakes off his shock first, “Xiumin hyung let you sleep next to him?”

“Is that really weird or something? I heard that they don’t take girls home often.”

They nod, “It’s incredibly rare for them to take anyone here, let alone without hurting them or killing them. Are you sure you’re okay? They can’t hear us,” Jin worrying is usually cute but right now it’s only unnerving me. I may not have an issue with dying but torture or rape isn’t something I want going on in between.

I shake my head, “They were really nice to me, they even left the room when I was changing, Kai is the only one who has actually tried anything with me but even then, the others scolded him for it.”

“Is that why you aren’t afraid of them?” Jimin asks.

“I wasn’t afraid of them because they didn’t set off my alarms.”

“Wasn’t?” Namjoon echoes, “You can’t be afraid of them because of what we told you, they are going to be pissed.”

“What do you except from me Joonie? You basically tell me they rape, torture and murder everyone who comes into this house and expect me to stay calm? You’re joking right?” I almost yell. “I was perfectly fine until you told me all this stuff. I know I should have been afraid of them, I have that much common sense, but they didn’t set off my alarms. Those are what I live my life by, they have never steered me wrong but now you guys have me questioning it. Why couldn’t you guys just leave it alone?”

“Please calm down,” Namjoon covers my mouth. “If you are afraid of them it will only make things worse for both of us, so please try and act normal.”

Our conversation is interrupted by a bear like voice shouting in the doorway, “Talking is done! Time to play!” The elf comes charging down the three steps into the living room, the big smile on his cute face drops when he sees the seven boys crowding me and Namjoon’s hand over my mouth. He looks incredibly pissed at the fear that is probably in my eyes by now. “What did you tell her?” The elf growls, his glare set on Namjoon.

“Hyung, calm down,” Namjoon stands up, his hands in the air in surrender. “We were just talking, everything is fine.”

“No,” Elf snaps, “She looks scared because you told her something.”

“Yeolie,” Puppy comes in, a confused look on his face but as he realizes the situation from Elf’s frown to my obvious fear he gets mad too. “What happened?”

“Everyone just calm down,” Namjoon tries his best to seem calm himself but I can see him shaking. I sink lower in my seat, trying to hide behind Jin, who is obviously tense at the on coming situation.

“Suho hyung!” Puppy yells down the hall.

“Baekhyun hyung, why does he need to come?” Yoongi says nonchalantly, he seems to be the most calm out of all of us. The group of boys appears in the doorway, their eyes try and see past Namjoon, who takes a step back to hide me from their eyes.

“Namjoon,” Suho growls, “I warned you not to scare her.”

“We didn’t scare her, we just told her the hazy truth.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Kai snaps.

“Did you see the way she looked at me when I came in? She looks horrified.” Elf growls.

“That’s because you keep yelling, your voice would probably scare her normally, let alone you yelling about everything,” Jin snaps at him. An angry Jin isn’t something I see often. Elf steps back, even though he is angry he understands his wrongdoing.

“Little one,” Kitty purrs coming to the front of the group. Though he has a sweet smile on his face I have a strong feeling if I don’t react well, he won’t either.

“Yes oppa?” I answer quietly from behind Jin.

There is silence for a moment before he responds, I can tell he is closer this time, “Little one, don’t you want to come see your oppa? These boys didn’t scare you away from us did they?”

“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.

“What does that mean sweetheart?” Dragon comes closer, like Kitty I can tell this man is also trying his best to stay calm.

“The alarms in my head still don’t go off but,” I pause as I try and think of the right words so my friends don’t get in trouble.

“You said you weren’t afraid of dying, what else could we really do to you?” Kitty asks, right on the other side of the coffee table now. He reaches across and pushes Namjoon out of the way, next he signals a very reluctant Jin to move as well. Soon all of my friends have left me on the couch alone and defenseless against the twelve pairs of eyes that are waiting for my response. “Now tell me Little one, what else could we possibly do to you?”

I blink up at him for a minute, gulping when I see the anger growing in his eyes, in all of their eyes as they scan me as well. Their glare shifts to my friends who are standing by the window with their heads hanging low, waiting for the punishment they know is going to come.

“Can I try talking to her?” Dimple comes forward from the group, looking like an innocent angel with his small smile. With a clenched jaw Kitty nods and steps away from the coffee table, his eyes never leaving me. Dimple isn’t hesitant when he comes closer, coming around the coffee table to sit down next to me. Like most of them, the alarms in my mind are silent, while my common sense is screaming at me to be afraid. “Hello Beautiful,” He says softly, he is even brave enough to hold one of my hands in both of his like Jin was doing earlier. I’m surprised when I feel the same comfort as if Jin himself was doing it.

I blink at him a few times before I say, “Hello Dimple.” The boy laughs charmingly and I suddenly find myself falling under his spell and smiling along with him.

“Now Beautiful, could you tell me what these naughty boys told you about us?” He cocks his head cutely. I nibble on my lip for a second.

“Stopping doing that little one, you’re giving your oppas bad thoughts,” Kitty says as he sits down on my other side. I release my lip before staring down at my lap, a blush crawls across my face.

“They just told me things I kind of already figured, but chose to ignore.” I answer honestly.

“About what?” Dimple strokes my head softly, something Kitty does not appreciate but allows to happen.

“About what could happen to me in between now and when you kill me, if I stay here.”

“Is this because of what Kai was trying?” Bitch face, I mean Sehun, asks glaring at his tan hyung.

“No,” I can’t help but look to my friends for help I know I’m not going to get.

“She was fine before you idiots showed up!” Sehun snapped at my friends.

“Why did you guys have to ruin the one friend who wasn’t afraid of us?” Puppy growls.

“You expect us to believe she was actually your friend?” Yoongi dares to scoff, ignoring all of his friends’ eyes that are begging him to stop talking. “You were just going to play with her, and I mean your guys kind playing, not the kind she was picturing in her innocent little head, and than kill her like she was nothing. We know what happens here, we have no right to judge you because we are a part of this life now too but we don’t have to sit here and watch our friend get pulled down into too.”

“She’s different,” Sehun reasons. “We like her.”

“But how long will that last?”

“We don’t know,” Kai answers.

“And you still expect us to leave her here with you guys with that answer. You guys wouldn’t even let us talk to her, her friends that she has know for a few years, without some kind of promise in return.”

Suho steps forward to answer, “How about we promise that we will not even touch her, without her permission?”

“And if you don’t keep your promise?”

“We will beat that person to death,” Kitty deadpans. I’m surprised when the rest of the group nods in unison. Like me, my friends stare at them dumbstruck.

Clapping his hands together Kitty smiles at me, “Now we can play!” Suddenly, the hostility they had in their eyes disappears and is replaced with playfulness.

“No,” This time it’s Suho to stop the fun, earning a glare from Kitty. “Someone needs to brief the boys on what happened last night.”

“You’re the leader, what does that have to do with me?” Kitty looks back to me. Without another word Suho comes over and picks me up, I wrap myself around him so I don’t fall. “What the hell?”

“You are going to brief them, you and Kris,” Suho states as he sits down a few seats away from Kitty and Dimple, with me on his lap.

“Why?” Both roar as they glare at their leader who seems to be far too focused on me to care.

“You both are closer to her, so this gives the rest of us time to play with her,” Suho grins at me.

“This is so unfair,” Kitty whines.

“You got to sleep with her,” Dimple reasons.

“You slept with her!” Hoseok belts out. “You took our precious Jooyoung’s virginity?”

“Oppa!” I snap, trying to climb off Suho who just tightens his hold on my hips.

“Virginity?” The group echoes their eyes go to me.

I nod, “Virgin.”

anonymous asked:

Hello! So far I really like your blog, very imaginative ^^ Can I request sleeping position headcanons for the RFA members with their s/o? TYSM!

Yes anon! I really like this idea! ~ This also came out rather long sO half of them are under the cut! 


Yoosung:
♥ His S/O probably sleeps in his arms, he likes being the big spoon cause it makes him feel like he’s protecting them. BUT DON’T GET ME WRONG HE ALSO LIKES BEING THE LITTLE SPOON!!
♥ Sleeps with his torso directly pressed against his S/O’s back.
♥ Sleeps with his head nuzzled into his S/O’s neck, he likes the smell of their hair so he just shOVES HIS FACE IN IT.
“S/O! What shampoo do you use, you smell absolutely … adorable!” (his s/o has no clue how they could smell ‘adorable’ but they think its cute)
♥ Legs are usually piled on top of each other, he essentially likes to consume his S/O’s body with his own.
♥ He once accidentally drooled on his S/O’s neck when they were sleeping, he woke up at 4am with his face covered in moisture and the poor boy thought it was blood cause it was so dark. He freaked out.

Zen:
♥ He likes to sleep with his S/O’s head against his chest, directly over his heart.
“Babe~ do you hear that? My heart only beats for you…”
♥ He wraps his arms around his S/O, but not super tightly, just enough to pull his S/O close.
♥ He places one leg between his S/O’s leg, he’s tall so it would get really crowded if the leg situation was any more complicated.
HE FUCKIN USES HIS PONYTAIL AS LIKE A SCARF AND DRAPES IT ON TOP OF HIS S/O.
♥ He claims it’ll keep them warm cause it’s a part of him and every part of him loves them. “My love will keep you warm.”

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One year and two days ago, @lizzlybonk and I adopted our very first pet together: a little moggy kitten we named Dipper (after Dipper Pines of Gravity Falls; a girl kitten would have been Mabel). He was eight weeks old and a rescue kitten. Less than twenty-four hours after arriving in our home, after bravely exploring the bathroom, Dipper decided to sleep on my lap. My undying devotion was guaranteed.

Now he’s a much bigger boy, can see straight, and has a much better sense of balance. He loves leaping onto the top of doors and walking up and down them, staring at the ceiling as he seaches for spiders. He carries over his mouse toys and mews at myself or my wife until we throw them for him to fetch for us. At night he sleeps in the valley of warmth between Lizzie and I and soothes insomnia with his purrs.

He answers to: Dipper, Dip-Dop, Baby, Fat Baby, and Oh Shit It’s Dat Boi.

He’s such a good boy, and I love him so much.

Okay, but what about a Kitty\Elliot friendship?

Hearing about each other via Kurt and Blaine, Elliot braces himself for another addition to the rapidly growing pool of over dramatic, snarky and sassy people in his life because apparently that damn school is unable to produce anything but. Well, there is Brittany but he honestly has no idea what to make of her yet. While Kitty expects another performance nut who sings instead of talking like normal people do and who breaks into song at the drop of a hat. May God have mercy on her soul because going to the same school as Blaine and some guy who sounds like a scary hybrid mix of Kurt and Blaine with a dash of Sam could be challenging. She has seen his audition for Kurt’s band and Blaine has regaled her with their number one hit Glitter Rock Vampire, and there was some grumbling about Curry?! from Santana. But she figures that she managed to survive Blaine and Tina being in the same room for a year, and Rachel and Kurt, and Sugar. Just Sugar. Hell, she survived the freaking Mcarthy twins. Okay, she can do this.

They meet for the first time at Kurt and Blaine’s place for what was supposed to be a fun game night but Elliot is met with tense uncomfortable faces before the shouting reaches him. He is not sure why Rachel and Santana are fighting this time but the snippets he can hear from their fights contain the weirdest shit ever. Mono and Run Joey Run and pianos on fire and- what kind of school did these people go to? He is planning his escape when a five foot blonde force of nature stops him in his tracks and informs him in no uncertain terms that he is not allowed to leave because if she doesn’t get to escape this, no one gets to escape it.

She is kinda scary and she looks bored as she plops next to Kurt grumbling about how she hasn’t been in NY for even a week and she is already walking in on drama and “aren’t they tired? They have been at it for half an hour.” and “someone should tell Rachel she is going to go hoarse if she keeps at it. Might work in shutting this thing down, But then again she is probably going to continue the fight through miming. Or a computer talking program. Oh my god, I don’t want a computerized version of Rachel Berry around. And god help me, Blaine, if you start talking about Cyborgs again, I will give you a buzz cut in your sleep” before bursting up with “Run Joey Run is a work of art. You shut your mouth Santana Lopez”.

Elliot decides then and there that he loves her. Then he finds out that she is a fan of Marilyn Manson and he loves her even more. She is just so normal, if a little (or a lot) snarky and Elliot is not used to normal from Mckinley.

They get along like a house on fire and become best friends very quickly. One time when the NND gather in NY, Kitty takes them to the club where Elliot is performing and she feels something warm settle in her chest when he gets integrated so seamlessly into their folds, making up the most ridiculous lyrics to a made up tune Blaine and Ryder are tapping on the table and talking about One Three Hill with Unique before pulling Marley up to dance with him. They all end up on stage at one point, singing Please Don’t Stop the Music and dancing around each other and it’s the funnest outing Kitty has had in a long time. The night ends with Ryder, Sam and Jake announcing Elliot an honorary New Direction-er and Tina informs him that there is no escape from the mad house now. Kurt jokingly offers his sincerest apologies for being the gateway to that world when he hears about it, and has to dodge the pillow Blaine throws at him, only to get hit with the one Kitty threw. But Elliot has developed a tolerance to the Mckinley grads’ brand of crazy so he is not worried.

(He only finds out that he spoke too soon when he meets Mason and Madison. Nothing could have prepared him for that)

RFA+V+SAERAN: If they’re a doodler or a writer

Spoilers: Maybe slight NSFW-ish mention? Again (and most likely always), name reveal! Also, some after story spoilers!

A/N: Omg I left for the night and came back to people actually following our blog, I dunno where y'all came from but i loVE YOU ALL, THANK ~Admin 404


*YOOSUNG:

           -DOODLER

           -IT’S EVERYWHERE

           -His homework? DOODLES! School book? DOODLES! Letter that MC is making him write to his mother? DOODLES!

           -He’ll doodle his LOLOL character, him and MC, or just some random cute animal faces!

           -You know, every single piece of paper he’s ever come across has a star on it somewhere

           -His signature has a star incorporated into it!

           -Takes this habit with him when he graduates and gets a job as a vet

           -“Yoosung, you can’t keep drawing dogs on the patients charts.” “Why not! I work with animals all day!! It works out!” “This chart’s for a bird, not a dog”


*ZEN:

           -Writer!

           -He works with stories all the time as an actor! It’s only natural to want to make a few of his own!

           -Despite dropping out of school and all, he isn’t half bad

           - Never finished writing an actual story in his life

           -He’s the type to start a story, but lose interest in it fairly quickly

           -You’ll find all the stories and vague ideas written nicely in a notebook or two

           -“ONCE UPON A TIME-” “Zen, please, that line’s so overused.” “But princess :(”

           -Even tries to write his own play a few different times!

           - No, Zen, you can’t play every character


*JAEHEE:

           -As much as she loves Zen’s plays and good literature…

           -DOODLER! (bitch you thoUGHT)

           -She’s always having to rewrite reports for Jumin because she mindlessly doodles all over them when she’s trying to think

           -Another boring presentation done by Jumin, another dozen reports have doodles on them

           -She’ll doodle simple things, like coffee cups, flowers, that water bottle in front of her…

           -She’d rather be dead than doodle little kitties though (Damn Elizabeth)

           -Never keeps the doodles though, so if you see one, you’re very lucky

           -It’s probably when you decide to help her with her ridiculous work load every now and then and organize her papers for her


*JUMIN:

           -Writer!

           -He reads enough romance novels, might as well write his own, too

           -“He trapped her against the wall, carefully tying the silk tie around her wrists as his tongue paid careful attention to her-” “JUMIN PLEASE CAN YOU NOT READ WHAT YOU WRITE OUT LOUD?!”

           -He puts work before his writing though, so he makes sure everything is done before switching gears to write

           -Sometimes he’s in his home office for hours, and you assume he’s just working very hard for an upcoming project

           -You make him some tea, and come in to find he’s typing away on his laptop like no tomorrow

           -“Oh wow, you’re working really hard! What is the project on this ti- Jumin, that’s not work” “Ah, yes, MC, I’m very aware. Would you like to proofread it? Or perhaps reenact the scene?”

           -YOU’RE LEFT AS A BLUSHING MESS, GOOD LUCK GETTING OUT OF REENACTING THE SCENE NOW


*SAEYOUNG:

           -He’s writing code all day long, why would he want to write MORE?

           -Therefore, DOODLER!

           -You can find pages and post-it notes all around the house with doodles on them

           -Doodles stars, space ships, and kitties!

           -You found a dickbutt on the milk carton once and threatened to throw it at him and all he did was snicker in response

           -“Saeyoung, care to explain why I walked around today with a sticky note with a diCK DRAWN ON IT STUCK TO MY JACKET?” “I was letting people know that your jacket was riDICKulous!” “Get away from me”

           -One time, you gathered all of his doodles of stars and spaceships, and spent the day sticking them all over the ceiling of your shared bedroom

           -He didn’t notice until he came in way after you had fallen asleep waiting for him

           -You know this lil tomato shed a few happy tears once he saw that you had spelt “I love you” in the stars


*V:

           -Writer!!!

           -Hello, “a picture is worth a thousand words”????

           -He likes to write little stories for each one of his photographs

           -Usually, he makes a story out of the events that happened on that day

           -Rreeaallllyy good at description words, and can paint a picture in your mind of how everything looked, felt, sounded, he had it ALL

           -If you request it, he’ll take a favourite photograph of yours and make up a story for it on the spot

           -“V, can you add dinosaurs into the story?” “If that’s what you want, sure sweetheart” (help me this is my sunshine)

           -If you’re having a bad day, he’ll pull out some of the stories and help you relive a happy moment with him

           -Sometimes he makes it into a game- He’ll read the description and you have to guess what the picture is of!


*SAERAN:

           -Okay, this little baby has to be a doodler

           -He’s not very good at expressing his emotions with words, so he finds that doodling helps him to get it out

           -Like Saeyoung, you’ll find doodles in random places, but you’ll realize that from time to time, it’s a game of hide and seek

           -He’ll leave these doodles as clues to where he is, or what he wants

           -Sometimes he’ll just stick a post-it note on your forehead with a face on it to show how he’s feeling

           -Most of the time he just likes to stick the post-it notes on your face to watch you pout at him afterwards

           -A lot of doodles of ice cream cones

           -*Dumps a purse-full of post-it’s with ice creams drawn on them onto the floor* “Saeran?” “Hm?” “Do you….do you want to go get ice cream?” “Well since you’re offering, yes, yes I do.”

Lenny, the reader, and jealousy.

This the second part of the fanfic “In which the reader steals Leonard’s heart” that turned out to be a huge favorite with all the readers. Thank you for all the request and showing so much love to the blog!

Warnings: Fluff

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“You did WHAT!?”

“I said it once, I’m not gonna say it again”

“No, I think you should because I’m a little confused at the moment.”

“What’s there to be confused about? He kissed another woman.”

“Thank you baby sis for pointing out the obvious.”

You sigh loudly, crossing your arms while you pace back and forth in Leonard’s office. You were annoyed at the moment because your boyfriend willingly made out with another woman.

Well, he isn’t technically your boyfriend, you’ve just been kind of sleeping with him exclusively for the past year now. And yes on occasions he’ll take you out to your favorite spots, buy you very nice and very expensive things, and may have stolen a few pretty things you’ve really wanted maybe once or twice but he was NOT your boyfriend and you were not his girlfriend and you were both okay with that. Simple.

Or at least you thought it was until you found out he went on a mission and kissed another woman and now you started to feel pain in your chest.

‘Is this jealously..?’

You shake your head quickly because this isn’t like you, you aren’t the jealous type and you never will be, especially over someone who you weren’t even dating. Not like you really date much either so it doesn’t matter.

You could feel his eyes on you while you continue pacing back and forth. “Well your little stunt didn’t go as you plan because she still has the flash drive.”

“The flash drive that’s carrying about 90 million dollars on it. Yeah, I know.” Leonard says calmly before looking over at his sister.

“Could you give us a moment?”

Lisa looks at her older brother with suspicion and so do you before she gets up with a sigh. “Okay but if you two start killing each other I won’t be stepping in.” She says with a smirk, patting you on the shoulder before closing the door behind her, leaving just you and Leonard alone, staring at one another.

Leonard soon gets up from his chair before coming around his desk and leaning back against it, his arms crossed as if he’s studying you. You start to feel annoyed from his silence so you speak up.

“What?”

Leonard shrugs. “Nothing, you just seemed a bit..off since I’ve came back.”

You stop pace and stead just at arms lengths in front of him, crossing your arms as well. “Well who wouldn’t be? We had a mission, a goal, and now that could of all gone to waste and for what? So you could cop a feel at some girl!?”

Leonard stares at you like you’ve grown two heads from your outburst but you couldn’t help it, that’s how you were feeling at the moment. But Leonard’s surprised face quickly turns to his world famous smirk.

“Oh?”

You sigh to yourself before rolling your eye, know where this is going and you don’t like it one bit.

“My my, I never took you as being the jealous type.” He says and you roll your eyes again before speaking. “I’m not jealous..”

Leonard tilts his head to side a little, his smirk only growing more. “No Y/N, I think you are.”

You narrow your eyes before looking up at him. “Don’t flatter yourself Lenny, why would I be jealous of someone who I’ve never met before?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know, you tell me kitty.”

You huff, even though you love the little pet name he’s given you, at the moment you weren’t really in the mood to hear it.

“Fine, how would you feel if it were me out there on the mission and I just so happen to kiss a guy?” You ask and Leonard furrow his brows as if he’s thinking.

“Well, is he good looking?” He ask, catching you off guard a bit but you nod your head. “Yup, like he was craved from marble.” You reply.

Leonard nods his head before he speaking. “Well for starters, I wouldn’t have you out there in the first.”

“What? Like hell you wouldn’t, you’re not the boss of me.”

“Technically I am, I do make the plans around here after all.” He smirks again which starts to tick you off. “And secondly, I would of probably sent Lisa or Shawna out there instead.”

“You’d rather it be Lisa then me?” You ask surprised.

He shrugs again. “Yeah, I’m pretty positive my little sis could handle her own in that kind of situation. Just like me.”

Before you could speak he continues. “So to answer your question, wouldn’t want you going around kissing other guys. It’ll mess with my ego.”

“That’s unfair how you could do it but I can’t.” You say.

Leonard leans up a bit, reaching into his back pocket before pulling out a silver flash drive.

“Is that-”

“While she was too busy falling in love with me, I made a quick grab for the flash drive and her wallet. You’re welcome.” He says

You stare at him in shock. “So, that whole kiss..”

“Was set up to grab what I could grab what we really needed.”

You step closer to Leonard before slapping him in the arm, hard. “You jerk, you made me stand here thinking you kissed her because you wanted too and come to find out you had the flash drive the whole time while I was ranting and ugh!” You yell, hitting him in the chest but he just chuckles.

“I just wanted to see how’d you react. Glad to know you’re the jealous type.”

“I wasn’t jealous.” You say in a huff, crossing your arms but Leonard pulls you in closer to him before he cuffs your face.

“It’s okay, I find this side of you to be very sexy.” He whispers, leaning his lips into yours but before he could get a chance, you quickly put your finger on his lips, stopping him.

“If you think I’m kissing you after all of that then you’ve got another thing coming.” You said, seeing his smirk dropping from his face.

“You can’t be serious?”

You reach over and grab the flash drive before standing back with a smirk. “If you think I’m sexy when I’m jealous then you should see me when I’m angry.”

Leonard gives you a tilt of his head before giving you a smirk.

“Looking forward to it.”

~Fin~

This was the second part to “Stealing Leonard’s heart” I’m thinking about making this a little side story. Hopefully you guys liked it. Feel free to leave some messages about this story, other stories, and request!!

There were only so many times Nigel could come out of a gunshot wound alive and this was probably the last.

He lay slumped against the wall, holding his hand tight to his stomach as blackness started to overtake his vision.

The asshole who’d shot him and took off wasn’t even an enemy, a fucking kid who got spooked and was stupid but fuck if he wished he were going to die by someone important.

The last thing he expects is the cat, seeming to appear out of nowhere and beginning to lick his wound.

He pets it, whispers, “No, no, pisica,” even as things seem to be feel better the longer the cat keeps going.

Waking up the next morning is a surprise and Nigel is determined to find the little kitty though Darko thinks he’s crazy.

“It was a hallucination, brother.”

Nigel still remembers the feeling of fur between his fingers.

"No, it wasn’t.”

Or the au where Adam is a shy witch with a crush on Nigel though he only comes to him disguised as a black cat.

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  • *Yang opens the door to Team RWBY's room.*
  • Yang: Hey Blake, I brought you some soup as you weren't feeling well-
  • *Notices a black cat with golden eyes sitting on Blake's bed.*
  • Yang: Oh my god! Blake? What happened to you? Is this part of why you weren't feeling well and wanted us out the room this morning? You were transforming? I had no idea this could happen to Faunus. How long does it last? You look so cute though. Awww you're purring! Come here little kitty. Don't worry Blake I'll look after you-
  • Blake: Yang.
  • *Yang turns to see Blake standing by the bathroom door.*
  • Blake: Why did you call that stray my name?
  • Yang: Errrr....

I’ve always really liked Psylocke’s outback costume.

Marichat May Day 1: Cat Tendencies

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My own little kitty used to do this all the time (minus the sin, though) and I felt like it was a very real possibility with these dorks.

Lol I have exams and stuff but who cares when we’re celebrating my favourite ship? On we go!

Also on ao3, where it’s a series!

Word count: 1254

He normally came by once a week, usually during the weekend; a trend that started after Marinette had been the target of yet another akuma.


Chat Noir had dropped by her house afterwards to see if she was alright, only to be seemingly awed by her room and had refused to leave until he had inhaled a croissant and they played at least three rounds of Mecha Strike III. Not that she had minded, she had been quite shaken from that day’s akuma. It was nice to have company; especially someone she knew and someone she trusted completely, yet could be someone else with. When he had departed later that night, she had thought that that was to be the end of their bromance, yet three days later, a polite knock sounded against her trapdoor. Sometimes they would watch a movie, or play a video game, or discuss her latest creations. Other times — the worst times — he would be silent and withdrawn, and she would make futile attempts to coax a smile out of him. Those visits made her feel so helpless, and angry with herself, for both of her identities had failed to break his walls. But luckily, those nights were few and far between, though she worried about what he went through on the other six days of the week.

Chat Noir crouched down and tapped once against the trapdoor. The cat was getting impatient — he normally had a mug of hot chocolate enveloped in his hands by now. He checked the little computer in his baton. 10:45. 15 minutes had past since he arrived. He shivered slightly; winter was steadily descending onto France. He bit his lip, unsure whether to leave or see if she was okay. In the end, his desire to see her, even for just a minute, won out, and he cleared his throat.

Purrincess?” he called out, hopefully loud enough to be heard by her ears only. “Are you alright?”

No reply.

“Marinette?” He liked the way her name rolled off his tongue, but he didn’t say it often. It seemed too… intimate. But he was getting worried. What if another akuma had snatched her away?

“Marinette, I’m coming in, okay?” He wedged his claws into the door gap and flicked the door up. He gave a silent prayer that she was wearing clothes, and dropped down onto her bed, closing the door behind him.

Marinette, hearing all the jostling, started and whipped around in her computer chair. When she saw it was Chat Noir, however, her body relaxed.

“Chat Noir! You scared me! Oh la la la…” she sighed, placing a hand against her chest. Her very pale chest, Chat Noir noticed, as Marinette was currently clad in dark blue boxer shorts and a distressingly tiny grey tank top. He flushed and climbed down the loft ladder slowly while Marinette, oblivious, checked her phone.

“10:50 already?” she exclaimed. “Oh, kitty, I’m so sorry! You must’ve been waiting out in the cold for ages!”

“It wasn’t so bad,” he assured her. “The suit protects me.” Which was only partially true: the suit protected him from injuries, not from the elements.

Marinette frowned, as if she knew he wasn’t telling the truth. “But still, you should’ve let me know you were out there!”

“Princess, I did. I knocked, and called out.”

“You did? Oh, I’m the worst—!”

“No, no, Princess! Please don’t blame yourself! It’s not your fault.”

Marinette’s face suddenly crumpled. “Oh, but it is! I saved this homework for last minute, and it’s due tomorrow, and I am very, very dead if I don’t finish this for Ms. Mendeleiev. She’s vicious!” She spun back to the desk. “But, physics is my worst subject! Oh, I’m so dead!” she wailed as she banged her head against the desk.

Chat Noir rushed forward and placed his gloved hands on either side of her head from behind, stopping her from hurting herself further. “Luckily for the Purrincess, I am pawistively clawesome at physics!”

Marinette threw him a grimace. “Oh yeah, I’m doomed!”

Chat Noir chuckled. “No, you’re not.” He adjusted his position so that he was crouching besides her chair, scanning her notes. “See, you’re getting this wrong because you’re forgetting to factor in the—“ He turned his head towards her, and his voice cut off, for long, inky strands hung unbound over her shoulders, tips brushing against the edge of the desk. The scent that wafted off of them was downright hypnotizing, and Chat Noir couldn’t decide if it was vanilla or something equally tantalizing.

“Chat…?” Marinette prompted, noticing he had gone silent. “What’s wrong?” She looked at him, head still bowed and eyes widened with curiosity, and suddenly the blue was too intense for him.

“Oh, nothing,” he croaked, rather pathetically. “I j-just… Has your room always been this hot?” He stood up abruptly and took a step back, away from the fragrance surrounding her. “So much for winter, heheheh… heh.”

Marinette swiveled in her chair to face him once more, sweeping her hair over one shoulder. “Chat Noir, can you help me or not?” she pressed, raising one skeptical eyebrow.

Chat Noir gulped. The air suddenly felt too thin. “You know, maybe I can’t—“ She didn’t even bother for him to finish his sentence before twirling back to her work.

He watched in stunned silence as she gathered her silky lustrous hair into a messy knot and stabbed it with a pencil to keep it up. He said nothing as she leaned forward, exposing the creamy expanse of her back to him. His throat closed and his breath hitched as she looked over her shoulder, and glanced at him with eyes half-mast, lashes caressing her cheekbones.

“You can show yourself out, can’t you? I need to do this,” she told him, voice lower than usual. Then she turned back to her homework, leaving him gaping at her.

Chat Noir’s jaw dropped. He felt strangely affronted. And mischievous. He looked at the trapdoor, and then back at the girl he couldn’t stay away from. He took a cautious step forward, then stopped.

What am I doing? Adrien asked himself. She told me to go.

Well, she actually said you *can* go, not that you should, countered the black cat.

I know what you’re planning, and no way in hell am I going to do it. That’s Marinette! Adrien practically hissed.

Well, good thing she doesn’t know it’s you, Adrien. Adrien could feel the cat mentally smirking.

His body moved further forward. Adrien begged and pleaded, but the cat refused to be ignored.

Marinette felt a covered hand on her shoulder. “Chat Noir? You’re still here? I said you could—“

Chat Noir slightly dragged her chair backwards. Marinette gasped as he then shoved all her papers, notes, and books to the side. “Hey! What are you doing—?” she squeaked, before cutting off with a choke.

Chat Noir perched at the edge of her desk, calves straddling her knees and a devious grin dancing on his lips. His eyes were alight with green fire. He leaned forward, until his nose was inches from hers.

“I have a better idea, Princess,” he purred, breath ghosting across her cheeks. “Why don’t you do me instead?


The next morning, one bystander swore to her friend, that she saw a man, yelling and hollering, fall from the sky, land on all fours, and run away, just before a massive flowerpot shattered on the spot where he landed.


What’s that? I have a 15 minute video for Philosophy due tomorrow? You’re right, I should write a 1250 word Marichat trash fic!

I have no impulse control.

Day 2: In Denial»

mahou shoujo adrien agreste

I didn’t think that I could possibly love Adrien Agreste any more than I already do, but Origins definitely proved me wrong. I loved absolutely EVERYTHING about Adrien in this episode, and my heart is just bursting with feelings for my little kitten son! 

Where do I begin? Well, let’s start with the moment we see Adrien on screen for the first time. (the rest of this is under the cut bc I’m including a lot of screenshots and a hell of a lot of flailing. this post is not what I’d call coherent lmao)

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