#kitty!KK's a grumpy cat

[quietplace26]

KK pisses off a nekomata and gets himself, along with his team, turned into 4 legged furballs!

(This was inspired by dapperwerewolf's GW:T fic "Twin Tail". Go read it! It's so cute!)

Kitty Mayhem au

KK would like to say that none of this was his fault!

Rinko would like to disagree with that statement.

Cats. They were all cats! KK, Rinko, Erika, Ed, and even Dale!

They were all huddled under a box trying to stay dry and out of the rain.

Kitty!Erika was trying her very best to calm down a angry Kitty!Rinko, who was hissing all sorts of curses and insults at a equally hissy Kitty!KK, who kept saying it was NOT his fault!

Okay. Maybe it was his fault... Look, he didn't know that calling a nekomata a 'shitty furball' would get himself and his team turned into actual 'shitty furballs'!

Kitty!Ed was huddled near Kitty!Dale, who was such a big cat that he took up most of the room!

Kitty!Rinko and Kitty!KK's loud argument is cut off when their box shelter was suddenly disappears.

Kitty!KK and his Kitty!Team looks up to see a young man holding their shelter and looking down at them with worried eyes.

Rewind back a few minutes to the young man, Akito Izuki, walking home from getting groceries.

He had just passed by an alley when he heard loud hissing and growling.

A normal person would ignore such sounds and continue on with whatever they were doing, but not Akito.

He tracks the noise to a upside down cardboard box and without warning plucks the box up to see 5 shivering cats underneath.

Akito's heart broke at the sight. He couldn't just leave them here!

By the time Akito got out that alley with all five cats in a soggy cardboard box, his hands were bleeding everywhere from the many bite marks and scratches on them.

When he finally made it home, Mari gives him the scolding of the lifetime when she saw the state of his hands!

After bandaging his hands up, Akito carefully takes all five cat out to dry them and feed them some food.

Kitty!KK and his Kitty!Team were still wary of this guy, yet seeing how they were now out of the rain and getting food made them lighten up around not only Akito but the boy's sister as well.

When they finally saw the state of Akito's hands, Kitty!KK and Kitty!Rinko went up and apologized to Akito, as they were the ones to tear up Akito's hands in the first place.

Since they were cats they couldn't talk so they kept their heads down and meowed sadly as they sat infont of Akito, who looked at them in confustion.

When Kitty!KK pawed at one of Akito's bandaged hands, Akito's just smiles, saying that it's alright as he knew they were just scared and wanted to protect Kitty!Erika.

Back in the alley, Akito had picked up Kitty!Erika first, causing both Kitty!Rinko and Kitty!KK to attacked him in a panic, as they thought he was taking her away from them!

After everyone was full of food, the siblings took the cats into the living room and started brainstorming names for cats!

Kitty!KK was Kuro (Black).

Kitty!Rinko was Tora (Tiger).

Kitty!Erika was Hime (Princess).

Kitty!Ed was Yoshi (Quiet).

Kitty!Dale was Kuma (Bear).

While Kitty!KK wasn't really happy about his new 'name', his Kitty!Team on the other hand liked their new 'names'.

When it was time for bed, Akito and Mari lets the cats choose where they wanted to sleep.

Kitty!Dale and Kitty!Ed stick to the living room. They found the couch very comfortable.

Kitty!Rinko and Kitty!Erika went with Mari, as she was a girl and Kitty!Erika felt comfortable around her.

This left Kitty!KK following Akito to his room.

Kitty!KK hisses when he found himself being plucked off the floor and dropped onto Akito's bed.

Akito laughs at Kitty!KK's grumpy face as he turned to change into his pjs.

Kitty!KK let's out a strangled yowl when he saw Akito peel off his shirt, and darts under the covers when the human went for his pants next.

Kitty!KK wasn't going to watch this brat change in front of him! He's not! He's no pervert!

The covers shift and Akito slips under to join a still flustered Kitty!KK.

Akito whispers a quiet good night, giving Kitty!KK one last pet before dozing off to dream land.

Kitty!KK sighs, feeling exhaustion setting in as he too settled down for a good night's rest, hoping when tomorrow came, he and the others would be back to normal...

Akito mumurrs in his sleep, suddenly curling around Kitty!KK, making the feline feel a little warmer... A little safer...

Kitty!KK purrs, curling into the welcoming heat of Akito's body, sleepily thinking how lucky he and his crew were for this meeting dorky but kind Akito Izuki...

[pagingevilspawn]

Thanks for getting back to me so quickly! I’m the one that asked about the fic recs ☺️ could you please do a fic where jolex have a cute tickle fight with all the fluff in the world?? Thank you 🙏🏼

oh, darlin’, don’t you ever grow up

this took so long to fulfill like holy crap. I’m so sorry about that. I had to improvise a bit, because jolex is so not the tickling kind of couple and much more of a ‘slap dat booty’ kinda pair you know? But hey, i don’t think that anyone is complaining about jolex babies, right? 

again, thank you all SO MUCH for 100 followers! i still can’t believe how crazy that is! this is super fluffy so yeah, i hope you enjoy it! also, tickle scenes are so much harder to write than i expected...

Alex Karev peeled his bloody surgical gloves off with a relaxed sigh, taking off his gown and tossing it into the bin while simultaneously telling a resident to finish closing up for him. When he gets back to the scrub room he leans against the sink, hands taking hold of the sturdy metal, closing his eyes for a minute because it feels like he can finally breathe. 

His surgery had gone on for seven hours. The kid on the table crashed twice and had lost so much blood at one point he didn’t think the boy was going to make it. Luckily, thanks to skilled hands, surprisingly helpful residents, and Meredith Grey, nine year old Mike Harper was going to be okay. He removes his scrub cap from his head, tucking it into his pants and running a hand through his hair before turning on the faucet and putting his hands under the water, scrubbing off with the bar. 

He shakes his hands dry, little water droplets flying here and there before exiting the room, traveling down the brightly lit halls of the surgical floors until he reaches the elevator. He clicks the button for the ground floor, where the parents are waiting. From there it was routine procedure. He tells the couple that their kid is gonna be alright, they cry tears of joy, they thank him, they ask when they can see their son, he informs them that they’re closing up right now, so he should be relocated to the PICU soon, and they thank him again before sitting back down. 

Alex makes his evening rounds on patients, goofing and joking with them until he’s done and can finally head home. He’d been on call for the past sixteen hours, and all he really wants to do is go home and see his girls.

Unfortunately, he learned from the nurses that Jo was pulled into an emergency surgery a few hours earlier, and had yet to finish, so he didn’t know how long it would be until she was done. He changes out of his scrubs and into his regular clothes, bidding a short goodbye to Meredith, who laid sprawled out on the attendings lounge couch, grumbling that she was trying to sleep and he was making too much noise to allow her to do so.

Adjusting his old, ratty jacket on his shoulders, he slips his phone, wallet, and keys into his pocket, making his way up to the daycare where the littlest Karev was waiting. The worker, Patricia gives him a warm smile, sliding the sign out sheet across the counter. 

“Hey Doctor Karev! Picking up I'm assuming?” she gestures towards his attire, making him nod in response.

“Yeah. I know Jo usually finishes first on Fridays, but she got called in at the last minute.” he says, which earns him an understanding chuckle. 

“Well, I’ll be right out. She was just taking a brief nap, but don’t worry, she’s only been down for about fifteen minutes or so.” she reassures him.  

He nods, shoving his hands in his jeans, pulling out his phone and checking the time. 7:23 pm. It was getting closer to his daughter’s bedtime, so it would make sense that she would start to be getting tired. Alex smiles at his lockscreen, a picture of him, Jo, and their little girl at her two year old birthday party a few months ago. Jo had gone all out, decorating their yard with extravagant streamers, decorative backdrops, and a huge bouncy house. In the picture that stared back at him, Jo and their freshly two year old toddler were both wearing pink, Jo’s in the form of a sheer blouse, and their daughter’s in a frilly dress that Jo spent way more money than she should’ve on. Alex matched, wearing a pink tie and white button down. He had refused immensely at first, but after much pleading from the tiny girl, he gave in. Because what kind of father could say no to puppy dog eyes?

“Daddy!” he sees the little bundle of blue run towards him, causing him to sweep down and pull her into his arms, bunching the thick fabric she was wearing. 

“KK!” he exclaims, matching her enthusiasm, taking the backpack from Patricia, giving a silent nod to her as a way to say both ‘thank you’ and ‘goodnight’.   

His daughter bounced in his arms as they made their way through the door, asking to be let down a few seconds later. Donned in a Cinderella dress up gown and purple converse, Katrina Karev started to race down the hallway in all her glory, the mini ponytail that Jo had done that morning swinging from side to side as she prompted Alex to come catch her. He lets out a small laugh, jogging to catch up to her before she can potentially get in the way of nurses coming in and out of rooms, scooping her up again, making her let out a loud squeal and turn into a fit of giggles. 

“C’mon Kitty-Kat, we gotta go home.” he places her on the ground, holding her tiny hand in his. “No running. What have Mommy and I told you?”

Katrina sighs, puffing out her lips dramatically. “No running in hossal.” she grumbles. She had trouble pronouncing words that had a sharp sound to them, like ‘p’, ‘t’, and ‘j’, but both Alex and Jo found it quite adorable.  

“That’s right. Because Mommy and Daddy’s friends are working really hard to help everyone, and we don’t want to get in their way, right Kat?” he reminds her of the rules, because as much as both he and Jo wished that they could say that their child was perfectly well behaved, she wasn’t. It was simply what having a kid was like. He’d never met a child who listened to every word their parent’s said, followed every rule, and never talked back. And despite what so many different television programs liked to show, it was completely normal for kids to be that way, no matter how crazy it drove the adults. 

Kat murmurs in response, taking on her Dad’s grumpy persona. She wanted to run! She’d been inside of daycare with Scout all day, playing with blocks and crayons, which meant that she was stuck sitting. She wasn’t allowed to play tag in the circle room, no matter how much she asked Miss Lynn.

The duo makes their way to Alex’s car, unlocking it before lifting her up and strapping Katrina into her carseat, brushing back a couple strands of hair that had fallen in her face. He slides his way into his drivers side, revving up the car when Kat speaks from the back. 

“Music Daddy, music!” she cheers, a crooked grin across her face as she bounces around in her seat. 

Alex lets out a breath. As much as he loved his daughter, listening to the same exact Disney princess songs over and over were less than enjoyable. So far this week, he’d heard Let It Go twelve times, You're Welcome ten, and Be Our Guest seven, and those were just the most popular ones. He begrudgingly picks up his phone and puts on Into the Unknown, thankful that this was only his second time hearing it in the last couple of days. He swore that if Kat asked him to listen to Dyawne Johnson singing that damn song one more he was going to hurl himself out of the car. 

Little hums come from the backseat during certain parts of the song, and when the chorus plays through the car he mentally prepares himself for the yells that were to come. Poor Kat couldn’t sing, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. What kind of monster tells his two year old daughter that she sounded like a dying cat? Katrina Karev was good at a lot of things, (math, spelling, and playing dress-up just to name a few) singing just wasn’t one of them. 

With a more than relieved sigh he pulls into the driveway, turning off the car, and therefore the music. Whatever tiredness the toddler was feeling before had gone down the drain, so he knew it would be a while before he would be able to get her to bed. Kat unbuckles herself, getting out of the car and playing hopscotch with the homemade chalk version she and Jo made on the walkway up to the house’s door. She hops from one foot to the other, and Alex had never been more grateful for the fact that she had a good sense of balance. The last thing he wanted was Jo to come home to a bloody kneed Kat and have to explain to her that she fell while doing hopscotch. Honestly, he didn’t even think kids played that game anymore, but when Jo pulled out the sidewalk chalk a few days prior and started drawing, Kat was immediately hooked, and used every opportunity she could to hop across the little squares. Jo laughed when she saw how entranced the girl was, telling Alex that she had been the same way when she was a bit older, and the only thing that got her through some of the tougher houses was when she would go down the road and create a hopscotch game of her own. It became such a comfort in fact, that the tradition continued until she was a teenager. She told him that it would only seem right to share that little bit of joy from her childhood with her daughter.  

They make their way up the steps and Alex unlocks the door, flipping on the light switch as soon as it swings open. Chilly air greets them, since the house hadn’t been in use since earlier that day, and the temperature had been in the low fifties the past week in Seattle. He lets Kat toddle up the stairs, walking over to the thermostat that sat the hallway and cranking it up, knowing that if there was one thing his wife liked coming home to more than her family, it was her family in a warm and toasty house. 

“KK, you hungry?” he calls from the kitchen, being able to faintly hear footsteps padding around upstairs. He winces when he hears something thud to the ground, but assumes it was either Kat or her backpack. 

“Yeah!” the girl cheers from upstairs, causing Alex to chuckle and pull out some box mac and cheese from the cupboard. Kat had been a particularly picky eater lately, much to her parent’s annoyance, and had acquired a taste for a very limited amount of foods. Thankfully, she still liked mac and cheese, which was one of the few things both he and Jo could cook. Alex had gotten significantly better at cooking over the past year or so, but Jo was just as helpless as she was when she was in high school. Either way, both of them preferred takeout, but that wasn’t always an option when they had a two year old they had to take care of. 

“I’m making mac and cheese, change out of your clothes, put your jammies on, clean up your room, and it should be done by the time you are.” he calls up the steps, taking Kat heard him when a groan is what he received in response. Kat was all Jo in the fact that she was incredibly sassy, and not to mention stubborn. She was fine with changing into her pajamas, but she hated cleaning up her room. The way she saw it, it was like one big painting, with all of her toys and books scattered around, but to her parents, it looked like a tornado had come and hit her bedroom. No matter how many times the two of them put everything away, a couple days later Kat’s room only seemed to have gotten messier. Maybe they could blame it on the terrible twos, except rather than having her act out behavior wise, it was a complete destruction to her room. 

He pours the water into the pot, waiting for it to boil before adding the noodles. He pulls out his phone, skimming through emails and texts while the noodles cook, noticing a text from Jo that says that she just got off and was now heading home. 

Once the noodles were done, he pours in the cheese packet, followed by the milk and butter. He felt his mouth water, hunger from the day finally catching up to him. He was grateful that the box was large and Kat was so young, so that meant he could steal some of her dinner, and thankfully still have enough left over for Jo if she wanted some too. The last thing he had to eat was a small snack before his surgery hours ago. When the food finally came together, he turns off the stove, picking out a pink plastic bowl from the cabinet for Kat and a regular glass one for him. It was kind of funny how much their cupboards changed once they had their daughter. Half of what they owned was plastic and princess themed, cheap little things bought from places like the ninety-nine cent store. They quickly realized that the printed patterned bowls and cups from dollar stores worked just as well as the ten dollar four pack they purchased. Plastic spoons littered the drawers rather than just metal, little stars and hearts on the end of them different than tiny, intricate designs that they had gotten used to, since after their honeymoon they realized that one of the gifts they were registered for was real, fancy silverware. He liked those plastic spoons much more though. After all, the smile Kat got on her face when she asked for a princess spoon or fork never failed to melt his heart. 

Just as he placed Kat’s bowl on the island counter, the little girl comes bumbling down the stairs, dressed in her favorite Cinderella nightgown and stuffed monkey clutched in her hand. She practically runs to her stool, making grabby hands so Alex knew she needed to be picked up. He does so, placing her in the seat before she digs into her food, smiling as if it was the best mac and cheese she’s ever tasted. She shovels the food into her mouth, getting it all over her face, finishing it even quicker than Alex, all while talking about her day in daycare in only a way a parent would be able to understand. 

He laughs to himself, wetting a paper towel and wiping off her face, which proves to be a struggle because Kat couldn’t stop giggling. “Go put on some TV, I’ll clean up in here and we’ll watch something ‘till Mama gets home.” he ruffles her hair, messing up her ponytail, and Kat wastes no time before scurrying off the chair and dashing into the living room, climbing up on the couch and turning on the television, an old episode rerun of Max and Ruby playing. 

Alex finishes up in the kitchen, washing the bowls before putting them in the dishwater and starting it, since it was now a full load. He walks up the stairs to his and Jo’s room, throwing on a pair of pajama pants and a shirt before settling down on the couch, pulling his daughter close to him. Kat immediately snuggles into his side, taking a tiny fist and bawling it into his shirt, something she’d been doing since she was a baby. (Katrina would always be a baby in his eyes, it didn't matter how old she got.) 

Around halfway through the episode, he feels the little hand unclench his shirt, fingers start to violently attack his neck in strokes. He lets out a laugh, looking towards Kat, “What are you doing silly girl?” he grins. 

“Tickling you Daddy!” she cheers, continuing to try to get a laugh off of him. 

He opens his mouth dramatically, eyes widening as he takes in her delighted giggles. “Oh, Kitty-Kat, you don’t know what you’ve just done,” he sighs. Kat stops, looking up at her dad, confused. 

“You’ve unleashed,” he meets her eyes, breaking out into a wide smile, “the tickle monster!” he pulls her towards his tickling her feet, sides, and neck all at once, the little girl's loud laughs filling the air. 

“No tickle monster daddy!” she squeals, squirming around, trying to stop the attack on her sides, laughs echoing off the empty house. 

At that moment, Alex makes eye contact with a grinning Jo, who was just stepping through the front door. At the sound of her daughter’s laughs she felt wide awake, and she knew that by Alex’s mischievous look she could join in on the fun. She silently heads toward the couch, plopping down and starting her own fingers assault on the little one’s sides. 

“Mommy help!” Kat squirms once she sees her mom, looking directly at her with eyes that were a mirror image of her own. 

Jo pulls the girl into her arms, planting a big kiss on her head, leaving behind remnants of her cherry chapstick. “Mommy’ll save you KK,” she grins, only to bite her lip and pull away. 

“But Mommy is a tickle monster too!” she flips Kat around with ease, bringing her little feet up to her face and blowing raspberries on them like she did when she was still a baby. 

“No no Mommy no!” the girl giggles, thrashing around in a failed attempt to wiggle out of her grasp. Just to her luck, her dad decides to join in again, giggles turning into loud laughs that came from her little belly, a grin so wide neither one of them had ever seen it before. 

“I’m gonna eat you!” Jo presses little kisses all up the girls, legs acting as if they were bites, making her laugh even more in the process. Jo gnaws at the skin, making pops with her lips and clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Mmm,” she hums face scrunching up playfully, “delicious” she grins, the sound of her daughter giggles filling her ears until it was all she could hear.  

Alex and Jo share a look. This was one of those moments, the ones where all they wanted to do was just pause time and stay in this one freeze-frame for the rest of their lives. It was moments like these they wanted Kat to stay this way forever, this perfect age and unconditional love she had for everything. 

But for now, these pure, unfiltered moments of happiness were all they would need.

[davekat-love]

ok davekat au: Karkat is a shapeshifter who lives on the streets as a cat because you’re actually treated better as a cute kitty than as a homeless person. Dave has a meme blog and starts taking pictures of the grumpy cat he sees around campus all of the time. he’s hilarious dude, okay? he looks just like a human with his grumpy face. you can just take a pic and write “tfw you find out lady gaga isnt a marxist ally” and get thousands of likes, the internet is crazy

deep in his heart, Dave knows that he deserves a pet, that he was always meant to have a hilarious looking pet that he can give all of his love to without having to pretend he’s cool. Dave feeds KK and babbles at him until Karkat starts looking forward to seeing Dave and tries to “accidentally” run into him. listen, it’s just nice to have a human talk to you. Dave tries to adopt him but Karkat manages to escape him every time. that just screams Bad Idea(TM).

until Karkat is hit by a car one day and Dave takes him into his apartment, all shock and fear, to help him. he’s hurt and can’t control his shapeshifting and so... Karkat accidentally transforms. Dave walks into his living room and there’s this naked dude sleeping on the sunny spot under the window with a wound in his side and he looks like... what the fuck

[quietplace26]

Final part~

Kitty Mayhem au (4)

It was still mind-boggling to think that the kitties Akito took in all those weeks ago weren't kitties at all!

But the facts were there in front of him! His cats never acted like normal cats at all! They were way too smart at times, almost humanly so, and there was also the fact that on the day of the fire Akito caught them glowing!

After returning from the hospital and hearing what happened, Mari suggested that maybe they were humans that were cursed. "Maybe they made a Nekomata mad or something?"

That... that would explain a lot actually. Akito, despite his mature attitude, believed in the supernatural. His sister shared this belief as well, so it wasn't hard for them to consider this.

As for the glowing Akito saw, it was most likely the curse fading away, and leading to the not cats getting back their original human bodies.

"Aki... " Mari's quiet voice breaks Akito out of his thoughts.

Akito looked up from his book and sees Mari curled up their couch, pouting sadly at him. "Yeah Mari?"

"I miss Hime and the others... "

Akito frowns. He puts down his book and goes over to Mari, sitting down beside her. "Yeah. I miss them too... "

Mari leans against him, curling into his side. "Do you think they forgot about us already?"

Akito honestly hoped not...

A sudden knock at the front door makes the jump. Who was at the door at this hour?

Motioning for Mari to stay back, Akito creeps toward the door catiously. Of course his sister doesn't listen to him and instead follows close behind.

Cracking the door open, Akito sees a group of people he's never seen before and awkwardly asks if they needed anything.

An older man dressed in all black steps up and silently holds something out to Akito. It was a small black collar. Kuro's collar.

"...Kuro?" The man grins. "Nice to see you again Akito. Call me KK."

Mari, who at this point had been peeking over Akito's shoulder, squeezes past her brother and bolts over to a girl her age.

"You! Are you Hime?!" The girl smiles and nods, holding up a small pink collar. Hime's collar.

Mari squeals happily and poucnes on 'Hime', who just giggles and returns the hug. She introduces herself as Erika.

Soon the other ex kitties began introducing themselves as well. With 'Tora' being a scary looking woman called Rinko, 'Yoshi' being a quiet foreigner called Ed, and 'Kuma' being a big/cheerful foreigner called Dave.

Mari quickly drags Erika inside, saying they had so much to talk about! Rinko, along with Ed and Dave, follow the giggling girls into the house, leaving Akito alone with KK outside.

Akito stares at KK curiously. "So... How did you all turn into cats Mister KK?

KK sighs, looking away as he scratched his head. Was the man embarrassed? "Don't call me mister. Makes me feel like a old man. And to answer your question... I may have pissed off a Nekomata."

Akito raises an eyebrow. So it did invole a Nekomata? "And how exactly did you piss off one off in the first place?"

The older man shrugs. "Called it a shitty furball."

Akito chokes down a laugh of disbelief. "S-shitty furball?!" Seriously?! No wonder this guy was cursed!

Hearing how Akito was laughing, KK gives him a familar grumpy look. Yep. Akito could clearly see this was his grumpy kitty 'Kuro'.

The grumpy look eventuall melts away to a more thoughtful one. "While being turned into a shitty furball wasn't the most fun experience, I can't say that I hated all of it." KK smirks, looking like the cat that caught the cream. "I mean, it lead me to meeting you, A~ki~to."

Akito feels a flush form on his face as he heard how KK spoke his name. Was-was he flirting with him?!

"KK! Stop flirting with Akito and get your ass in here!" Rinko voice suddenly comes from inside the house, making both men jump at how loud it was.

Okay. Going by what Rinko just yelled, it was highly likely that KK was really flirting with him... Oh gosh. His ex kitty was flirting with him! And he liked it...

KK shifts beside him and slings an arm around Akito's shoulders. "Come on. Lets head in before Rinko decides to come outside and skins both our asses."

"Our asses? Don't you mean yours?" Akito sasses KK, trying to cover the fact he blushing from being so close to KK, who he was starting to realize was actually quite handsome...

KK huffs out a laugh and gently boops Akito's nose, making Akito remember how he would always boop KK's nose when he was just a kitty.

"Alright you cheeky little thing. Lets head in before my ass is skinned."

Akito smiles as both he and KK headed inside. He wasn't sure where things would go from here on, but Akito had a feeling everything was going to be just fine.