#purrfect partners

[fountainpenguin]

I like how Snaptrap had to wear reflective glasses when he was holding the Kruger Rat so it wouldn't mind control him along with the rest of the wharf rats (S1 E1).

S3 E1 Snaptrap, who unthinkingly decided the best way to eliminate the evidence of his crime was to drink his mind control mustard himself, would be proud.

[thestrawberrygirly]

150 things to do when you're bored 🧸🍰🍓

make a journal and write down about your dreams.

try baking a cake.

draw sanrio characters.

learn choreo of the song 'war of hormones' by bts.

stream bts songs or your favorite band's songs.

clean your room.

play any cute mobile games like Purrfect Tale, Resonance of Ocean, Resortopia, Sumikkogurashi Farm, Rhythm Hive, HelloKittyWorld2 Sanrio Kawaii and more. (these are available on android)

plant some trees.

watch any ghibli studio movie.

declutter your phone.

watch some aesthetic japan vlogs.

read a book.

do some skincare.

make a playlist on spotify about the songs you would like to play if you owned a cute café.

write a book about your dream world.

do pilates.

try coquette aesthetic makeup.

start crocheting.

go for a bicycle ride.

have picnic with friends or alone.

watch youtube videos.

go stargazing.

try skateboarding.

go for a walk and observe the beautiful nature and then journal about it.

try cooking with your partner or friends

make a youtube channel.

start a side hustle.

start blogging.

read your favorite blogs.

listen a podcast.

write a song about your favorite person.

make music on bandlab.

write down goals you want to achieve.

learn new language.

re-organise your closet.

take a day off from social media.

take a nap.

organise your pinterest boards.

write a poem.

write a letter to yourself.

make a cute diy necklace.

invent a cute game to play with your friends.

learn to count in another language.

look through a cookbook and try something new.

water the plants.

pray.

try meditating for 5 minutes.

read my blogs :) <3

draw cute doodles.

make cute things out of air dry clay.

create cute diy stickers.

bake cookies in cute fun shapes.

build a blanket fort and read a book inside while eating snacks.

create a scrapbook of favorite memories.

paint rocks with colorful cute designs.

make cute bracelets for your bestfriend.

write a cute story about fairies.

make homemade popsicles with fruit juice.

watch the sunset or sunrise and take a moment to appreciate the beauty of nature.

go for a nature walk and collect interesting leaves or stones.

have a movie marathon with your favorite films.

have a fashion show with clothes from your closet.

design and decorate your own phone case.

create a memory jar filled with notes of happy moments.

design and paint your own ceramic plant pots.

learn about law of attraction.

do research about the history of something of your interest like 'how it was invented?', 'who started it?'.

create your own font.

play an old online game.

try a coloring app.

work on your wish list.

paint your nails.

take a bubble bath.

start a garden.

make your own short movie with your phone.

complete a puzzle.

write about the most beautiful dream you have ever saw.

organize your house.

make a smoothie.

put an appreciation message on a balloon and let it go.

complete a challenge like 30 day self care challenge, 30 day writing challenge and more.

visit a local art gallery.

watch a lecture or TED talk.

read a self-help book.

read a book on astronomy.

click aesthetic pictures of nature.

make your phone look aesthetic.

give your bedroom a makeover on ghibli studio aesthetic.

create a toothpick tower.

practice writing from your non dominate hand.

write about what a day in your dream life looks like.

take out your pet for a walk.

make something wearable for your pet.

learn about how to beat procrastination.

make a little plushie out of your old socks.

learn a new skill.

make a cute website in carrd.co.

write down 10 things you're grateful for.

sit by a river.

visit a local bakery.

walk around a lake.

scroll on pinterest about nature.

walk in the rain.

watch classic films.

watch fashion shows on youtube.

get a haircut.

drink water, take care of yourself <3

read some beauty tips.

watch ballet videos.

write a quote on moon.

say yes to everything for a day.

read some interesting articles.

watch your comfort movie.

write a fiction story.

make your own calendar.

have an indoor picnic with your partner.

write a list of things you will do with your bestie.

crochet something for your loved one or yourself.

learn graphic designing.

write 10 beautiful things about yourself.

make paper stars.

explore interesting websites.

explore your neighborhood.

make a yummy snack.

make hwachae.

try origami.

write a list of your favorite songs explaining why you love it.

watch run bts.

read some manga.

make strawberry cake.

watch conan gray's old vlogs <3

watch onegai my melody :D

design and launch a cute social media challenge to spread positivity and creativity online.

host a themed dinner party with your friends where everyone dresses up and brings a dish from a different culture.

have a spa day at home complete with homemade facemasks, bath bombs, and soothing music.

design a pretty jewellery.

draw your dream house.

try out guided meditation videos (you will find in youtube).

learn about a new culture.

make homemade jam.

do a random act of kindness.

research and plan a future trip.

try a new type of workout video.

research and practice self-defense techniques.

try a new type of creative writing (screenwriting, playwriting, etc.).

try a new type of DIY beauty product (lip balm, body scrub, etc.).

watch a documentary.

learn about constellations and stargaze.

practice calligraphy.

do a riddle.

[charlotteking23]

Chat Noir Headcanons

This kitty won't be afraid to show PDA in public or private.

cuddling, holding hands, and lots of kisses are expected anytime you two are together

loves to show off in front of you

like if he's fighting an akumantized villain he will show off his muscles.

loves telling cat puns, That was PURRfect wouldn't you say? but he especially likes it if you join along, You cat to be kitten me right meow 😒. ( insert heart eyes from chat noir 😍)

he would protect you from any danger including any guys.

jealous type

would sneak into your room by your window just to see you but he only comes at night usually.

you probably wouldn't know his identity for he would want to remain a secret but we all know it didn't take that long to figure out who he was behind the mask.

Chat would take you on dates at night to see the Eiffel Tower at its highest point, or he would use his baton to carry him and you to a random rooftop, talking about random things.

his favorite date spot is your balcony just you and him talking in the night sky (so beautiful).

you would start making a chat noir blog, it highlights chat noir as a hero and partner to ladybug not just a sidekick.

it blows up with 2.5 million followers and Alya is jealous that her ladyblog doesn't have that many followers.

[neovillains]

FINDING EQUILIBRIUM · GOJO SATORU

( EPISODE 4 : PURRFECT TIMING ) things have seemed to be going smoothly. gojo manages to reconcile with his friends, even introducing you to them. however, just as things seem to get better, things turn downhill once again. | watch time: 3.2k words.

── chat noir!gojo satoru & student!reader, angst & fluff, friendship reconciliation, confessions & heart ache, featuring geto suguru & shoko ieiri, etc.

note. y'all not ready for the end of season one tbh.

Just as told, Professor Mei Mei had assigned the class a project. It seemed to be easy enough— create a presentation revolving around the different cultural practices that might interfere with different businesses around the world. The professor uploaded the class’s partners online through a QR code, but Gojo was already on his way towards you when the professor instructed all the students to meet with each other before the class ended. Your typical class partner stood up, groaning that she had to leave you while Gojo took her spot. Sliding into the chair, he has a happy smile on his face when he lets out a dragged out groan. “Oh, how I’m happy that you’re my partner.”

“Why?” you chuckle. “So you can throw me all the work?”

Gojo scoffs, pulling out his laptop from his bag and plopping it down with a metallic thud. “Why do you keep making up these lies? I’m not going to leave you hanging.”

For the rest of the twenty minutes in class, you had set up the powerpoint while Gojo researched journal articles to use for the assignment. Simultaneously, the two of you chatted about everything but the project, finding humor in anything and everything as by the end of the class period. By the time the two of you were walking out of class when she dismissed everyone, Professor Mei Mei had her eyes on the both of you. “I hope the two of you actually got some work done with all that talking.”

And in unison, you and Gojo both responded, “We did!”

The two of you both agreed on times that you could meet up and do the assignment. On a handful of days, it was either in your apartment or his. But on various occasions, the two of you decided to meet in the library or at a cafe on campus. There were a handful of times where Gojo had texted you that he was going to be late, but he always assured you that he would be there and that you would not have to do his part. He upheld himself on that promise, always rushing in late and plopping his stuff down. He’d be a panting thing, always looking like a mess, and thus leading you to never question his whereabouts. 

Plus, you were impressed by his work and ideas, not having to reformat and reword things like you would typically need to when you worked on partnered assignments. Gojo constantly reassured that you were in good hands for this assignment and that he wouldn’t let you down, and he held true to that word. 

Today, the two of you were doing the finishing touches on the assignment. You were fixing things up style-wise, centering the titles and assigning designated fonts for everything. You made sure that everything was appeasing to the eye, while he worried about correct citations and fixed up any misspellings and grammar. The two of you were perched at a table in the library, iced coffees sitting on each other’s rights. You reach for your cup, taking a sip of your vanilla iced coffee and typing with your next hand. Gojo was hunched over, squinting at the screen as his mouth opened up a mere centimeter. 

“I think…” he breathes. “I am… done!”

He shuts the screen, the assignment autosaving as he throws himself back in the seat. He stretches his arms, hearing the cracks in his muscles as he stretches. With a huge yawn, he squeezes his eyes shut while you’re still at it. Watching you silently, he chuckles with a shake of his head. “You’re doing too much work.”

“No, I’m not,” you simply retort. “I’m just making sure that everything is presentable.”

“I’m pretty sure it already is,” he sighs. You shake your head, eyes starting to burn but you refuse to wipe them. “No, I still have to do the transitions and animations for the text and pictures.”

“There you go,” he chuckles. “Proving my point.”

“Didn’t you say you were glad to work with such a scholar like me?”

“Yeah,” Gojo says. “But I’m starting to regret it.”

With a sarcastic laugh, you finally shut your laptop screen. “I’ll finish the rest of it later. I’m pooped out.”

The two of you are about to leave, agreeing to go out and get lunch together before heading your separate ways. Walking together out the door, you can’t help but think about how the more you spend time with Gojo, the more your heart flutters. You enjoy getting to know the man, his interests and what he doesn’t like. He’s very easy to talk to, which you aren’t always used to, having to take some time to open up. Today, he wore a sweater that was twice his size and a pair of charcoal gray sweatpants and it was so simple, yet it sparked up a heat inside of you that made you feel embarrassed. 

You feel so abashed, wondering if it’s normal to be experiencing such high school level emotions as someone in their early twenties. Your breathing grows heavy as he draws closer to you, nudging your shoulder as he teases you about something. The both of you had agreed on getting Chinese down in the food court, about the head down when he all of a sudden stopped. He spots two familiar faces. His heart pangs when he sees Geto and Shoko sitting at a table on the other side of the library. His step falters as you walk ahead. When you look back, he says, “Wait up for me? I wanna speak to a few… friends of mine.”

You follow his gaze, ultimately nodding as you walk ahead. “I’ll meet you in the courtyard.”

Gojo doesn’t get it. As Chat Noir, it’s so easy to confront his enemies. To put on a brave face and go against them in a battle of two-on-one. Is it the extra hand that makes it easier? Is it the fact that he’s not alone? He fiddles with his fingers, picking at the dirt inside of his fingernails before inhaling deeply. 

One foot in front of the other, he walks over to their table, his shadow alerting them of his presence. They sit rigid in their seats, looking up at the taller individual as no one says anything for a while. Shoko has to be the one to break the stifling silence between the three of them as Geto turns his gaze away from Gojo. “Do you need something?”

“Can I sit right here for a quick minute?” Shoko looks over at Geto, but Geto’s gaze is still on his laptop, typing away furiously in order to keep his attention off of Gojo. Shoko lets out a sigh, having told Geto that he needed to speak to Gojo in order to get things resolved. However, the boy seemed to be more stubborn than an ass. She motions to the chair, giving Gojo the go ahead with a slight eye roll. “Go ahead.”

When Gojo grabs the chair, he spins it around, leaning against the back of it. His breath trembles as he averts his gaze down to the table instead of directly at them. “I want to apologize—”

Geto scoffs, cutting off Gojo before he can continue. Gojo inwardly curses his best friend for not making this any easier on him, but an apology isn’t supposed to be that— easy. With a deep inhale, Gojo continues, finally looking up to see that both of their eyes are on him. Geto gestures for him to continue with the roll of his hand. “Go on.”

“I want to apologize for the last time we saw each other,” Gojo fiddled with his fingers underneath the table, cracking each and every knuckle until he couldn’t crack anymore. “I—” He had practiced this in his head a thousand times, rehearsing as he knew exactly what to say. He had made plenty of plans and wasted initiatives to meet with them when he could, but always bailed at the very last moment. Now, everything that he mentally prepared himself was gone and out the window of his mind. “—I was lying… I do have something to hide.”

“Oh?” Geto didn’t expect this much from him. An apology, yes, but was he really going to reveal the very thing he was suspecting him to be? Gojo nods, losing some tension in his shoulders. 

“I can’t tell you what though,” Gojo grows more confident, looking the two of them in the eye. “I just… can’t. And I really wish I could. The moment I found out, I wanted to, but—” If he continued on elaborating, Gojo knew they could possibly guess what or badger him to know in more further detail, so he restrained himself. “—I just can’t tell you guys what.”

Finally, he raises his hands to the table, his entire body relaxing. “I’m sorry for constantly ditching you both. I’ll try to be a better friend from now on.”

Shoko looked happy, seemingly approving of his apology. However, Geto was the one he worried for the most. He knew how well his friend could hold a grudge. Both Gojo and Shoko stared at the long-haired man, waiting for his approval. With a deep sigh, Geto dropped his shoulders. “That’s all you could have said from the jump. We would’ve understood.”

“I know,” Gojo elongates his groan. “But I panicked and instead, made everything worse.”

“That you did,” Shoko agrees with a point. 

“Can I treat you guys for dinner as an apology?” Gojo beams, a smile gracing his features. 

“What?” Geto quips. “No lunch?”

“Nah,” Gojo says, standing up. “I actually have to go meet someone for lunch.”

Geto and Shoko give each other a curious glance before raising their eyebrow at Gojo. They saw the person he was with earlier, both questioning to themselves who that possibly could have been. Shoko asks, “Is it that girl you were studying with?”

His eyes widened, not knowing that they had seen them together. He nods. “Yeah, we were working on an assignment together.”

“Mm,” Shoko hums. With the look on his face, Shoko can tell that there’s possibly more than them just simply sharing a class together. Geto and her have both seen the two of them walking alongside each other a couple of times. The way they talked— the way they looked at each other seemed to be something more to it. “Well, I wouldn't want to keep her waiting much longer.”

“Yeah,” Gojo agreed, looking over at Geto. Relief flooded him seeing that his best friends were finally talking to him, and happy with himself for finally doing the hard part. “I’ll see you guys later?”

“Yeah,” Geto agreed, before giving him a pointed look. “That’s if you’re available.”

“I’ll let you both know what’s up,” he grins from ear-to-ear. 

Equilibrium— Gojo remembers learning that word in high school. It’s when two opposing forces or influences are balanced. It was universal amongst the majority of topics and discussions that the word can be applied. However, in that class, he was working on different chemical reactions and how he could bring them to an equal state. He liked the word— different from equivalent or equilateral. The word just had a nice sound to it. But now, he felt like he could apply it to his regular life and how it fit to the occasion. He was trying to find a balance between college, his social life, and being a hero. Never seeming to be able to find enough time to juggle all three. 

However, now, he feels like he’s one step closer. Catching up to you in the courtyard, he jogs in your direction. Hands open like a cat ready to pounce, his palms capture your shoulder as he shouts, “Boo!”

You jump with a high-pitched squeal, turning to see the devil-eyed culprit. You groan, eyebrows frowning as you slapped at his chest. “You asshole!”

“Yeah, yeah, you love me,” Gojo laughs, throwing a hand over your shoulder. He walks at your height, hunched over as his feet clunk on the floor. A shiver runs down your spine at the heat of his body against yours. Your body tenses up and you’re hoping he doesn’t notice. 

“I really don’t,” you grumble, despite the heat rising to your face. 

“Ready for lunch?” His face turned towards you, so close. 

“Mhm,” you nod. “You’re paying.”

You maneuver yourself from his hold, going ahead of him. He chuckles, standing tall as he strolls after you. You didn’t need to run. He was going to pay either way. 

Yeah, Gojo nods. He’s finding equilibrium.

—

At some point, you and Gojo become a regular thing. He doesn’t ask what you’re doing and if you have the time for something, he just messages you that he’d like to do something and tell you to join him, and you’d just agree. Or, he’d ambush you on your way out of classes to seek out your comfort in the library or the campus cafe right next to it. He becomes such a natural occurrence in your life that you don’t even question it, not that you ever did. 

Tonight, he’s invited you out with his friends. The ones you saw in the library— Shoko and Geto, if you’re remembering them correctly. You feel so tense in their presence, watching how fluidly they interact with each other. Shoko’s sitting to your left, elbows on the table as she leans over, silently listening to the two goofballs. She’s glancing at you occasionally, wondering if you’re usually this quiet. You don’t seem that way when you’re with Gojo.

“You alright?” She directs her attention to you. “Or, are you tired of us already?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I’m good.”

“So,” Shoko begins. “You’re a business major, too, huh? You’re not as obnoxious as the rest of them are. How do you deal with it?”

You snort at her comment, eyes lighting up as you shift towards her. “I disassociate and shut them out from the rest of the world.”

“That’s what you must be doing with Satoru, then. Ignoring his annoying ass.”

“Oh, definitely,” you giggle. Gojo squints his eyes, looking from Shoko to you. He’s enjoying the fact that you’re getting along with her, watching how you’ve come to relax in her presence. You start to laugh before glancing over at him and immediately reverting your attention back to Shoko. Something itches inside of him to interject, no longer listening to Geto when he blurts, “Are you guys talking about me?”

And boldly you say, “Yes, and it’s all about how horrible of a friend you are.”

Gojo pouts, taking your statement seriously as he turns his attention to Shoko. “I thought we got past that. Haven’t you guys forgiven me?”

“Oh my gosh,” Shoko gasps. “She was joking, ‘Toru. Can’t you take those anymore?”

“Oh,” he juts his bottom lip out. The two girls give each other a look before laughing together. The rest of the night goes smoothly, integrating each other’s separate conversations into one. The four of you are loud in the small restaurant, having to be told on multiple occasions to silent down. When the sky gets too dark, you and Gojo say your farewells to Shoko and Geto. 

“It was nice meeting you guys in person,” you wave. “I’ve only heard your names when he was talking about you. It’s good to put names on the faces.”

“It was nice meeting you, too,” Geto smiles. “It’s good to see ‘Toru talk to someone outside of us.”

Gojo grimaces, groaning at Geto’s statement. “Yeah, whatever. We have classes tomorrow.

“That’s a fucking lie,” Geto snorts, but dismissing the two of you. “Whatever. Good night.”

You don’t remember the last time you’ve ever confessed to someone. In junior high, you believed? But each occasion that you’ve had a crush, you were always the one to cave into your emotions and confess. It’s the same way you're feeling right now, feeling the way your emotions are starting to bubble on your chest, slowly starting to kill you. 

Right now, Gojo’s right next to you as you’re unlocking the door to your apartment, making sure that you get inside safely. You’re fumbling with your keys, but the urge to confess is starting to ruminate and boil over. You’ve gone through your keys for the fourth time before you just finally give up and spin around. “Gojo, can I ask you something?”

It comes out so abrupt that it catches him off guard, making him straighten his posture as he nods. “Yeah, you can ask me anything.”

“I—” Maybe you were getting way too ahead of yourself, reacting immediately to your impulses. “I…”

You take a deep breath, controlling your racing heart. “I don’t know if I’m getting way too ahead of myself, but… I don’t know. I could be reading all the signs wrong and I’ll feel like a complete idiot, and then I’ll feel like a complete idiot, but—”

Gojo’s eyes widen, taking in what you’re saying— through all your rambling and nonsensical words— he can deduce exactly what you’re trying to say. He should be elated because deep down, his heart was begging for the exact same thing. However, fear begins to seep in his heart in regards to your safety. Gojo could give you the love that you needed, but Chat Noir can’t. His two identities would only hold you back, and he wouldn’t be able to give you what you need. 

“—Would you like to go out sometime? As a date.”

You’re waiting so expectantly, pretty eyes that look up with him— a fine mixture of anticipation and nerves. You’ve got a horrible habit of biting your nails, chewing on them and feeling the crunch as you peel at them with your teeth. Your heart starts pounding, beating against your chest in strong attempts to escape. It’s too long of a wait and by the time he calls out your name, it’s a low whisper. His eyes drop and there’s something in his eyes that immediately makes you assume, no. “I— I’m sorry, but…”

Gosh, you cry. I feel so stupid. You shake your head, quick to dismiss it as he calls out name again, telling you to wait. However, you choose to ignore it. 

“Don’t worry about it,” you grab your keys, going to unlock the door. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

With that, you shut the door on Gojo. Tears streaming down your face in utter embarrassment as you curse yourself. But, you could only put the blame back on you. That’s what you get for being too hasty, you chastise yourself. You wipe away the tears as you blindly lead yourself to your bedroom, dropping your bag by the door and diving straight on the bed. 

Outside, Gojo still stands by the door. Cursing at himself for hurting you, he runs a hand through his hair, pulling at the knots. Just like that, that band of equilibrium breaks in two. Two unequal pieces as both solutions start bubbling over. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. It's all that Gojo can repeat to himself. In the little opening of his bag, Plagg looks up at Gojo with his bright blue eyes. “Why’d you say no? Don’t you like her?”

“I do, I just—” Gojo sighs, giving up. “Just forget it. It’s just one other thing that I was bound to ruin.”

[papiliotao]

THE PURRFECT DATE

ੈ✩‧₊˚ GN!Reader

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Characters: Heizou, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Xiao

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Synopsis: Your boyfriend takes you to a cat café!

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Warnings: reader and Heizou have a tiny misunderstanding but it's overall very fluffy, a cat injures the reader in Xiao’s, Scaramouche

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Content: crack, fluff, modern!AU

Heizou

When your boyfriend told you that he was going to take you to a cat café, you weren't quite expecting this. You had anticipated a cute date with Heizou, sipping on sweet drinks and petting adorable felines. However, Heizou had decided to be act difficult instead.

"Oh! Look at this cat! It looks like you, don't you think?" Heizou pointed at an ginger cat. The cat was staring blankly at you with absolutely no thought in its eyes. Meeting gazes with the creature truly felt like staring into an endless abyss. Your jaw dropped, and you turned to stare at Heizou in shock. "Wow. Even your expressions match now."

"Stop," you begged him, feeling your face beginning to heat up. Your boyfriend seemed taken aback by your reaction. His eyebrows furrowed as his forehead scrunched up into a prominent frown. However, his expression quickly twisted into a small smirk.

"What's wrong, love?" your boyfriend snickered. You felt your face burn with the heat of a thousand suns. Shikanoin Heizou was impossible. It almost felt like he would never stop teasing you. You swore that even if the world was ending and the sky was falling, your partner would find some way to flirt with you or poke fun at you.

"Why exactly do you think I resemble that cat?" you inquired, snorting a little when you saw the feline attempting to groom itself. It ended up losing its balance and rolling over. Did your boyfriend seriously compare you to such an idiotic creature?

"Man alive. I thought you were smarter than this," Heizou said, shaking his head and feigning disappointment. "Fine, I guess I'll let you in on a little secret," he whispered, leaning closer to you to talk into your ear. The feeling of his lips brushing against your skin flooded your senses with warmth. Yet it was a warmth that caused shivers to wrack your body. "You're cute." You felt an exhilarating touch of soft lips to your cheek after he said those words, causing your heart to race.

"So you don't think I'm stupid?" you asked your boyfriend.

"Stupid?" Heizou bursted out laughing. "Love, where did you get that impression from?" He glanced at the cat and then back at you. The cat was now running around, chasing a cat wand that one of the visitors was waving around. In its haste, the orange feline accidentally ended up running into a wall. You winced at the sight, but the furry creature was unphased. It simply stood up and continued to chase the toy.

"See what I mean?" you mumbled, a bit embarrassed that you had jumped to conclusions earlier. You looked down to obscure your flustered face from your boyfriend, but he tenderly placed his hands on your cheeks and forced you to look up at him.

"Adorable," Heizou remarked, "just like a cat."

Kazuha

Going to a cat café with Kazuha was a mistake.

It seemed like a good idea at first. Your boyfriend had always had a natural feline affinity, so you figured that it would end up just being another wholesome date. However, you did not quite anticipate the extreme reactions of the animals.

As soon as you and Kazuha walked through the front door of the mostly empty café, you found yourselves in a troubling predicament. Without warning, a mass of furry bodies scurried over to you and your boyfriend ⁠— well, mostly your boyfriend. An amalgamation of cats surrounded Kazuha, causing you to step aside to give the felines some space. They meowed at him, nuzzled against his legs, and purred in his presence.

A grin adorned Kazuha's face as he bent down to brush his fingers gently against the pelt of a cat that reminded you of a fluffy cloud on a summer day. He giggled lightly, causing butterflies to dance within the pit of your stomach. His laughter was music to your ears — a timeless melody that would never fail to bring a smile to your face. You shrieked internally when you saw how he handled the feline as if it were a fragile treasure — precious but prone to breaking if one was too rough.

Based on the way he interacted with the cats, even a stranger would have been able to tell that his touch was always soft and tender, and as his partner, you knew better than anyone that this was true. It showed in the way he would loosely grip your hand whenever the two of you took late night walks together. It showed in the way his fingers would ghost across your sun-kissed hair during waking hours. And it showed in the way he would press saccharine kisses against your lips with the utmost care ⁠— passionate, but not suffocating. It was clear that he prioritized your comfort above all at any given moment.

Despite knowing that Kazuha was generally a kind and affectionate person, you couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous of the cats. You felt ridiculous for harboring such feelings toward such clueless creatures. However, you couldn't really control how you felt. The green-eyed monster named envy whispered words of ridicule as you watched your boyfriend interact with the felines gathered at his feet.

Kazuha glanced in your direction and shot a smile at you. You pouted as he turned back to the cats. It seemed that he could feel you glaring at his back because your eyes met pools of crimson before you knew what was happening. Your shoulders relaxed slightly, and you felt the tension in your facial muscles alleviate. Although you were still miffed, the galaxies contained within your boyfriend's ruby eyes never failed to make your heart to flutter.

"My love," Kazuha spoke softly, gazing at you with an expression that spoke of adoration and adoration alone. "It appears that something is bothering you. I won't force you to tell me what the problem is, but I would truly appreciate it if you did. I hate seeing you upset." You sighed. Nothing slipped past your ever-perceptive boyfriend.

"Promise you won't laugh at me?" you asked Kazuha, noticing that all his attention was now on you. The cats around him remained close to him, but he was no longer focused on them. You were the only thing on his mind.

"I would never dream of it," he responded.

You took a deep breath before bluntly stating, "I feel a bit jealous." Although your statement was rather vague, you knew you didn't have to elaborate any further. Kazuha understood you like no one else. Your boyfriend's eyes widened in surprised before they crinkled with slight amusement. However, his features softened as he made eye contact with you.

"Love," Kazuha started, "come over here." He beckoned for you to close the distance between the two of you. You complied with his request. As you walked, the cats parted ways to let you through. It almost felt as though you were royalty of some sort.

Once you were directly in front of Kazuha, the boy took your hand in his. Sparks were flying as he slowly brought your knuckles up to his lips, relishing in the dreamlike moment. As his lips met the back of your hand, you felt his soft hair tickling your skin. Although it wasn't a kiss on the lips, it was no less magical. Your boyfriend always knew the best ways to capture your heart. You were slightly disappointed when Kazuha pulled away to speak, leaving nothing but a lingering warmth in his wake.

"This world contains a great many wonders, but no matter how many beautiful, remarkable, and captivating sights I come across in this lifetime, you will always be my favourite. I love you."

Scaramouche

Your boyfriend glared daggers at you as yet another cat padded up to him and rubbed itself against his legs. Everything about his demeanor screamed "why did I agree to this?" You simply giggled, causing Scaramouche’s frown to deepen.

Who knew that your cold and grumpy boyfriend would turn out to be such a cat magnet? You were having the time of your life snapping photos of Scaramouche with the fluffy felines. Although he was scowling in all of them, your heart couldn't help but do flips when you checked the images.

"Put your phone down," Scaramouche hissed at you. It turned out that being Scaramouche's significant other did not mean that you were exempt from hearing his irritated tone of voice. You shook your head, refusing to give in to his demands. Scaramouche rolled his eyes but didn't protest further. Although he would never admit it, he really did have a soft spot for you.

"Alright, time to set this as my phone wallpaper," you snickered, staring your boyfriend straight in his indigo eyes as you spoke. Scaramouche wrinkled his nose and glared at you.

"If you're going to make a photo of me your wallpaper, at least make it a good one," Scaramouche snorted.

You simply stared at Scaramouche, a little confused. "How would you know whether or the images turned out good? I haven't shown them to you yet." Scaramouche chuckled as though you had asked him the most ridiculous question he had ever heard in his life.

"Even if they're decent, I'm certain I could do better," Scaramouche smirked at you. Normally, you would have immediately shut Scaramouche down out of spite, but your curiosity got the better of you. You walked over to your boyfriend, ensuring that you took caution so as not to accidentally trip over any cats, and handed him your phone.

"Do your worst," you challenged him.

Without hesitation, Scaramouche wrapped a hand around your waist and pulled you close to him, causing you to yelp. He then set your phone’s camera to selfie mode and took a picture of the two of you, ensuring that the small black and white cat sitting beside him was visible as well. It was, admittedly, a cute image, but you refused to accept defeat.

"So, what do you think? Am I a great photographer, or am I an absolutely godly photographer?" You groaned as your boyfriend grinned at you in a cheeky manner. How was it possibly for someone to have an inferiority complex and a massive ego at the same time?

"Whatever," you mumbled, refusing to acknowledge Scaramouche’s victory. "Watch my stuff. I’m going to the bathroom," and with that, you left your boyfriend to his own devices, with no one but the tiny cat by his side to keep him company.

When you returned from the bathroom, you were met with an absolutely shocking sight. You had to blink slowly and pinch yourself to ensure that you weren’t dreaming.

Scara was sitting on the ground with the black and white cat in his lap. He was scratching the creature behind the ears. The purrs of the feline rang out nonstop through the café, sounding almost like the rumbling of a motorcycle engine. As you looked more carefully, you noticed the corners of Scaramouche's lips were turned up in a small smile. His gaze also appeared softer than usual. You recognized it as a look that your boyfriend reserved for the few that he loved.

You quickly decided that you needed to capture the moment with your phone. However, there was just one problem. The device was on the ground right beside Scaramouche. It seemed that he had placed it down close to him in order to hold the cat.

With all the stealth and care that you could muster, you crept in your boyfriend's direction, inching toward your phone at an agonizing pace. Each second felt like an eternity spent in suspense, perpetually anticipating that Scaramouche would look up and realize you were there. Fortunately for you, he was too focused on petting the cat under its chin to notice you approaching.

Miraculously, you managed to make your way to Scaramouche's side nearly silently. Swiftly, you bent down to retrieve your phone. "Smile!" you exclaimed, causing your boyfriend to tilt his head upwards to gaze at you. The cat mimicked him. Scaramouche's eyes widened, and before he realized what was happening, you took a picture of him.

"Hey, look at that," you remarked, showing Scaramouche the image. "I took a better photo than you."

"You're a persistent fool," your boyfriend snapped with exasperation lacing his tone. He huffed out a sigh and went back to running his fingers through the cat's fur.

"But I'm your persistent fool," you insisted. It appeared as though your words had struck a chord within him, for as you made eye contact with your boyfriend, you observed that his indigo eyes had filled with a sporadic warmth.

"Hmph. Fine. I suppose you’re correct. After all, if you weren’t either of those things, you would have given up pursuing me by now," Scaramouche whispered. "What I meant to say was, thank you for putting up with me. I know I’m not the best boyfriend at times, but your stubbornness has allowed you to continue loving me. Thank you, so much, for being infuriatingly adamant, my dear."

(And for the record, you ended up making the photo you took of Scara and the cat your wallpaper)

Xiao

"Xiao, are you scared?" You eyed the dark-haired boy suspiciously. He had been hesitant to accompany you to the café in the first place, and now it seemed like he was avoiding any and all contact with the cats.

"No," he retorted, backing away from a large ragdoll cat. You giggled. He was definitely scared.

"Are you sure?"

Xiao paused for a moment before answering you, "Yes, I’m sure. Do you really think I would fear such helpless creatures?" You stayed silent, observing Xiao’s interactions with the ragdoll. Your boyfriend kept edging away from the feline as it stepped closer to him. It was clear that he was trying to be subtle about his movements, but he was failing miserably. For some reason or another, Xiao wanted the cat to stay away from him.

Unfortunately for Xiao, the cat eventually managed to back him into a corner. You knew it was time to step in and help when you saw Xiao shrink back. He looked at you, his amber eyes pleading for you to do something.

Suppressing your laughter, you picked up a toy mouse and dangled it in front of the feline that was holding your boyfriend hostage. Instead of leaping for the trinket, the cat turned to face you. It hissed at you and swiped its paw, aiming to scratch your arm. You moved out of the way just in time to avoid getting injured. It appeared that the ragdoll was solely focused on you now. You had saved your boyfriend but at what cost?

The cat refused to relent. Its aggression toward you didn't cease. A flurry of forceful bites and vicious clawing was unleashed. Behind the cat, Xiao stared at you, a conflicted look glinting in the honeyed irises of his eyes. However, something in him seemed to break when the cat finally managed to hurt you, causing a tiny bead of crimson blood to run down your left hand.

He frowned and clenched his fists. Sighing, Xiao carefully approached the cat, wrapping his arms around the feline. As soon as the overly-ferocious ball of fluff was lifted into Xiao's gentle hold, it calmed down. Your lips parted slightly as you regarded the sight in wonder. It seemed that the cat really liked Xiao.

"Is everything alright?" an unfamiliar voice rang out after the turmoil finally subsided. Upon examining your surroundings, you found that a café employee was standing a few steps away from you and Xiao. They glanced at you and then at Xiao. The worker did a double-take after seeing Xiao holding the cat. "Well that's a first."

"Is something wrong?" Xiao bluntly questioned the employee.

"No, not really. It's just that Toffee, the pretty ragdoll in your arms, typically doesn't take kindly to people. I don't know how you managed to win her trust, but it seems she enjoys being around you," they responded. "From the way you're holding her, it seems like you're a natural with cats!"

"You should have seen him earlier," you snorted. "He was afraid to even approach one of them." You noticed the tips of Xiao's ears slowly turning a shade of rosy pink. How adorable. "By the way, Xiao, why were you acting like that?" It was out of the ordinary for your nearly fearless boyfriend to cower in the face of such harmless prospects. Both you and the worker listened intently as Xiao spoke.

"Since you insist on knowing," Xiao started, sighing a little, "I feared that I would accidentally cause harm." Oh. That was why Xiao seemed reluctant to lay so much as a finger on the felines. You should have expected it. Your boyfriend was definitely a little intimidating and rough around the edges, but on the inside, he was an absolute sweetheart.

"It appears that you've done the opposite though," the employee remarked. "I mean, I don't think I've ever seen Toffee this relaxed. I think she feels safe with you." Xiao peered down at the cat, and sure enough, her eyes were closed, and her breathing was serene and gentle. She had fallen asleep.

"I see," Xiao responded dryly. To most, Xiao would have appeared rude for his lack of a complex response, but you knew that your boyfriend simply didn't know how to keep a conversation going. Throughout the course of your relationship, you had to learn how to read into the smallest of gestures to truly comprehend how much Xiao loved you. Thankfully, the worker standing before you simply brushed off his wry response.

"You know, the cats here are up for adoption," they said, addressing both you and Xiao. "I think it would be lovely if Toffee could go to a home where she feels secure." You exchanged a look with Xiao. The two of you knew exactly what the worker was insinuating.

"We'll consider it," Xiao told them.

(After two weeks of tireless late-night research, you returned to the cat café to sign the adoption papers)

[citruslullabies]

Hello! Can I request a romantic! catnap x cat critter reader?

Catnap sees the reader feeling down about herself so he tries to help with comforting words. And when all else fails, Catnap spends the rest of the day at his house, entertaining the reader by being silly to make sure she keeps a smile, ending the day with cuddles.

P.S - Thank you and I love your stories <3

Awh thank you hon!

Trigger warnings: none

Romantic/platonic: romantic

Requested by: anonymous

Category: fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): catnap x cat!reader

Word count: 450

Purrfect Distractions

You and Catnap had been a couple on the show for awhile now, and everything was swell. You got along with everyone and it was just all a lot of fun, and nothing but happy memories.

So when you had a full smile and slumped eyes, that was a red flag for your feline partner. He slowly walked up behind you, his tail wrapping around yours loosely as he nuzzled his head against yours. “Kitty? What's wrong?” He asked softly, cocking his head to the side as he sat beside you.

“Nothing… I just feel like I don't belong here, y'know? Like I was just a random asset they added.” You murmured, shrugging as your ears were flat against your head and paws tucked neatly against your fluffy chest. He understood what you were feeling but he still didn't like that you felt this way.

He nuzzled against the side of your face, using his sandpaper like tongue to bathe behind your ear to cheer you up. Cats being cats. “Well, I think you fit in just fine. I like having you here.” The purple cat purred, smiling lazily at you as he attempted to be a knight in shining armor that could rescue your smile. “It's nice having another cat… a pretty kitty at that.” He said, trying to cheer you up.

But it wasn't working, and you still seemed so down. He frowned but was determined to see you smile again; even if that meant having to behave like Dogday. He stood up and took your paw in his, carefully guiding the both of you back to his house. Or well the house you two shared; being a couple on screen after all. And it saved space. You were confused but didn't say anything, watching with slight amusement at his antics.

He sat you down on the couch, before he left the room and came back with some canned tuna. He opened it, gave it to you and sat beside your figure. He watched as you carefully licked at the fish before cracking a joke. “Is it purrfect?” He cooed, emphasizing the purr and even adding his own as some background. Your ears twitched a bit as you blinked and looked up at your moonlight. “What??”

“I asked if it was purrfect, or is it hissgusting?” he asked, seeming awkward but smiling. You were quiet for a moment before erupting into a fit of giggles. “Oh my god. Catnap, that's so stupid.” You said through snorts and giggles. A smile reaching your eyes, and that's all he had wanted. He snuggled up against you and pressed his nose against yours. “It worked didn't it?”

You loved this dork.

Thanks for requesting!

[the-lumiose-goodies]

[daily-creampuffcutie, Connee @ Joëlle]

[♪] [[ Bonjour! Connee overheard a conversation earlier regarding your partner, Renée, singer of “The Lumiose Goodies” and a candidate running for your city’s mayoral election. Her curiosity would have killed her if she did not inquire you on the matter! ]]

[[ Connee wants to know, how and when did you two meet? What makes you and her a purrfect pairing on and off stage? And what are your favorite kinds of dates? She desires all the details! ]]

[[ Connee also brought a campaign contribution you and Renée can enjoy: a bag of Sweetish Arrokuda! ]]

I’m makin’ sure mon amour will taste them too.

Joëlle opens the package and takes one candy.

You wanna know when the meetin’ was first happened? Well... It was a couple days ago after I was kicked from my family, Renée found me, sleeping near the trash...

We are different ‘cause she lives with a good and wealthy family, and mine is a garbage thanks to my pa... Alright, enough sad stories. We lived together and even studied at the same school. We fell in love during that... The most memorable date is the first one not so long time ago... Renée was SO generous to me.

But because of strict rules, the staff kicked me from it because I wore an inappropriate attire. I understand, I’m not high-fashioned lady, but it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t get any food from it. But thankfully...

I finally finished my meal with her.

It might not be the best one ever, but we sure had fun here... Also, I’m probably gonna tell about our band later once we’re together at the scene. Our relations aren’t good right now... Again, thanks for the candy, amie...

Joëlle receives a Sweetish Arrokuda from Connee. She leaves some to Renée.

[ @daily-creampuffcutie​ ]

[generalluxun]

Based on some of our chats regarding Adrien Needs a Hug & Chloe could use a Hug, Chloe as Empuress:

Chloe: That battle was the cats meow, one might even say it was purrfect, or purrhaps, I'm just feline like a pride of-

Marinette: Oh. M. Gods. I think you are the one person on Earth who likes cat puts even more than Chat!

Chloe: Oh I don't actually like puns very much and cat one's, well they're like catching fish in a barrel (Makes claw motion with her hand& Nya-see?

Marinette: T- Then, they why all the cat puns!?

Chloe: (Closes the distance between then, lightly brushing against her and whispering) I would have thought it was obvious dear lady~

Marinette: (OO)

Chloe (Pulls away, tail flicking under Marinette's chi) Its because you look so good when all hot and bothered, bye bye! (Leaps away)

Marinette (Blushing like her heads about to burst into flames)

Alya (Recording)

Paris (Watching)

Chloe: >:3c

Ha! You and your Chlonette agenda 😂

I think for my money it would be a different dynamic this time. With where this began and how it came about, I think it would be more of a competitive tint.

Chloé was rejected as the Bee. She does know she screwed up with Miracle Queen, but also thinks LB was in the wrong in general with how she treated Queen Bee. Chloé knows something LB doesn't, Cat Noir/Adrien's ID. It's the first time she's ever been an insider on anything.

So she's out to prove herself, to prove she could be a good hero, to prove that Adrien's show of trust is founded (vs. LB who she thinks didn't trust her) By this token she's not as hot-headed. She can't afford to screw up, but she's also not going to be waiting on LB's every word. It's a very narrow tightrope to walk, and a challenge for her. Only success will make it worth the effort.

This dynamic makes for an interesting challenge for Ladybug too(something that improves every narrative is multiple arcs) Empuress is not a lovesick partner, she's not a differential part timer. For the first time in her life Ladybug jas to work with someone as an equal.

As for the flirting- I think any Crush Chloé might have had on LB was burned with the 'death' of Queen Bee in this scenario. Chloé's learning to stop chasing after the people who abandoned her.

[justgleekout]

The Purrfect Crime

Summary: Kurt and Blaine were, as you say, “partners in crime”, but like, in the opposite sense… They were a long standing duo at the CIA. Headquarters knew they worked best when they worked together, so they just always did.

On their most recent mission however, their professional partnership is being tested as they go undercover as a married couple.

Rating: T

Words: 3,625

Additional tags: Fake Dating, spies!klaine, Friends to Lovers, crack elements, I really tried to be funny, smitten!blaine, Pining, oblivious!kurt?, Or Is he?, Alternate Universe

Notes: This work is a secret santa gift to @spaceorphan18! Merry Christmas!

First of all, I know this is a little late and I'm so sorry! I was struggling (to say the least) to get this done on time. As you can see, this is chapter one, because I just couldn't finish the whole thing and I didn't want you to wait any longer. I was so busy with work it's litereally not funny. I was pulling days from 7am til 9pm at some point. Then, when I started writing my first idea, I came to the realisation that I was including a very significant trope that was the oposit of what you had written on your wish list, so I had to start over... my own stupid mistake. Then, to make matters even worse, I spilled soda all over my laptop and it broke down completely. So I had to continue writing on my phone and ipad with a broken keyboard (I do NOT reccomend). I know, excuses excuses. I'm just bummed I didn't get it done on time. Also I now have to buy a new computer...

All that aside! I hope you like what I've got so far! I got really excited when I saw you wanted spies!klaine! A trope I absolutely love! Just note that I have never really written crack before, but I tried my best to make it fun add many silly elements! And I promise there are a lot more to come in the next part!!

Chapter: 1/?

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They walked up to the gates of what could only be described as a palace (if America had those). The long and broad driveway behind the gates lead to a building so large and fancy looking, Blaine instinctively straightened his bowtie and readjusted his cufflinks. He knew he looked the part. Headquarters never sent out their agents in anything less than appropriate attire, but he couldn’t help it. He then glanced over at Kurt, who looked like he was a regular at this place, clad in a striking powder blue suit that perfectly brought out the colour of his eyes- no, Blaine, you are on a mission and he is your friend. He had to remind himself more and more frequently of the fact that they were partners in the professional sense only. No matter how gorgeous Kurt looked and how kind he was and how many flirty remarks he made at Blaine. 

“Did you get any information on what we are actually attending?” Kurt asked.

“No, chief Sylvester only gave me the location and this invitation.” Blaine held up a piece of royal blue parchment with a broken red and gold wax seal. The text on it was written in golden ink and read: 

“ Dear guest, 

Recently I received some incredible news concerning someone close to me that has enriched my life. I would like to share this news with you. Therefore, I hereby invite you to attend a celebratory party to join me in my glee on the evening of the 22nd of may at my residence. I would love to share with you a grand revelation that not even I know the outcome of. All that I will say is that it will be an evening full of surprises. 

Sincerely,

Hunter Clarington”

“What do you think it means?” Kurt asked as he took the paper from Blaine to inspect it further.

“I don’t know. But he is clearly up to something. Chief Sylvester said they got a hold of this invite right after they found suspicious signals and radiation coming from the address. They tracked all the vehicles going in and out of the vicinity. All transporting materials to build some sort of weapon… a powerful one.”

Kurt worried his bottom lip between his teeth and nodded, mulling over the information.

Blaine couldn't help but stare at Kurt's mouth as he licked his lips in thought. Blaine swallowed thickly and his breath hitched for a moment.

Kurt eyed him a little suspiciously. “Are you nervous?” he asked.

“Are you?” Great save, Blaine. Clever. 

Kurt shrugged. “A little, I guess.” 

Blaine didn’t actually expect that answer. “What? Why? You’re never nervous .” 

“Well I just don’t really fit in at these kinds of events… ”

Blaine frowned at Kurt. “What makes you say that?”

“Everyone here is rich, Blaine. I don’t know any of these etiquettes and inside jokes. I’ll stick out like a sore thumb…”

“Kurt, you are a spy for the CIA You are literally trained to fit in anywhere. I’ve seen you act. You’re a natural! And your suit looks incredibly expensive.” Better than mine anyways…

Kurt smiled at the compliment. “Thank you. I tailored it myself, actually.”

“A secret agent with secret talents. Seriously, Kurt, what can’t you do?”

“It’s not “Kurt” tonight, Remember?” 

“Right. Yes. Sorry, Mr. Ralph Murray, what can’t you do?” Blaine said to Kurt with a smile.

“Some secrets I don't dare share, not even with you, Mr. George Murray, darling. ” Kurt winked at Blaine.

And there it was; the reason Blaine was nervous in the first place. Tonight Kurt and he were Ralph and George Murray, husbands of five years, millionaires, and most importantly, on the guest list. It wouldn’t be a hard part to play; Kurt’s husband. Blaine had played that part often enough in his head. But Kurt didn’t know that, and Blaine would rather eat his bowtie than have Kurt finding out and Blaine making a fool out of himself. He just couldn't help but blush at the pet name Kurt gave him. 

Then, a sharp noise pierced his ear. Blaine flinched. This damn earpiece! And then a voice, “Hey guys, I’m glad to hear you are getting into character, but you better get in there. We have no clue where the signal is coming from within that building. And we need to find it fast. 

Right. Blaine thought. The stakes were high tonight. The nation was in danger and it was their job to secure its safety. “We best get in, then.”

“Oh before you do, I have hidden some gadgets for you in that bush over there on the left side of the gate.”

“Hold up. You have hidden our top secret, highly dangerous gadgets… in a bush?” Kurt said exasperatedly into his earpiece. 

“I figured they would be easily accessible…”

“Yeah. To literally everyone , Sam,” Kurt hissed.

“Oh… yeah…”

“Look, Sam, just tell us what you got us,” Blaine said as he crouched next to the bush, pushing the branches aside to reveal a suitcase. He opened it and Sam continued, “Alright. There is of course your trusted grenade pen, anaesthetic darts-watch and bulletproof handkerchief, but I have also added a few of my newest inventions.”

To this, Kurt shot Blaine an apprehensive look. They were a little too familiar with Sam's “ inventions” to say they were always a raging success. They looked into the suitcase and saw, beside their usual gadgets, something that looked like a small beauty case, an umbrella and a pair of sunglasses. “What the…” Kurt whispered under his breath.

Blaine frowned. “Sam, the event is inside… how are we supposed to casually pull out an umbrella or sunglasses?” 

“You're worried about the sunglasses? How do you reckon we are gonna be able to pull off using a, what is this, a lipstick ?” Kurt said as he held up a small golden tube. 

“I- hadn’t really thought about that,” Sam confessed.

Kurt looked like a vein was about to pop in his forehead as he pinched the skin between his eyebrows and pursed his lips.

“What do they do, Sam?” Blaine offered.

“Right, so, the umbrella is not only completely waterproof, it is also fire resistant and creates a perfect shield once unfolded. The sunglasses have infrared night vision and the lipstick is my personal favourite. It releases a toxic fume if you press that button on the back there, but that won't affect you when you are wearing the lipstick as it neutralises the toxins as they come close to it, so when you inhale, you're totally safe,” Sam said proudly.

Blaine had to admit the inventions sounded pretty incredible had they been more practical. “Alright,” he sighed. “Thank you, Sam.”

Kurt side eyed him and Blaine offered a shrug in return. 

“Well, we’d better get going, now. We’ll tune back in when we need you, Sam,” Kurt said and tapped on his earpiece once to hang up. Blaine followed. “Honestly, I can’t with him sometimes. I know you guys are friends, but he sure gets on my nerves.”

Maybe Sam didn't always have the best ideas, but he really wasn't bad at his job. Blaine thought. “He tries his best, though. And he is actually really great once you get to know him,” 

Kurt shook his head. “You’re too kind for your own good,” he said, but there wasn't any actual judgement in his voice. 

Blaine smiled and the blush he was sporting a minute ago returned faintly to his cheeks.

They walked through the gate towards a grand wooden front door in front of which a big woman was standing behind a podium with her arms crossed. "Names?" she said as she was eyeing them up and down suspiciously.

Blaine put on his most charming smile. “George and Ralph Murray,” he responded.

She looked at the register in front of her and her expression changed. “Ah! Splendid!" Welcome to the Clarington residence. All guests are expected in the ballroom for the welcome speech at 8:00 pm sharp. In the meantime there will be beverages and appetisers served in the grand foyer. Please enjoy your evening Mr. and Mr. Murray.”

“Thank you,” Kurt said and nodded to the woman. They walked past her as the doors opened. 

“Ballroom? Really?” Blaine whispered at Kurt as they made their way up the steps leading to the front door. “What is this place? Versaille?”

Kurt sniggered and gave Blaine a pointed look. “Play the part now, Blaine,” he said as they stepped over the threshold. 

They entered an incredible marble room with two grand staircases with golden railings on each side. Large pillars reached to the high ceiling on which, in the middle, hung an enormous crystal chandelier. Blaine’s mouth fell open and he heard Kurt release a low whistle. They quickly pulled themselves together as they were approached by a young handsome waiter. “Welcome, gentlemen. Can I offer you a drink? A glass of champagne perhaps? Cocktail?”

“I’ll have an old fashioned, thank you.” Kurt said with a confident, charming smile. See? Blaine knew Kurt had nothing to worry about. He was a natural. Blaine might have come from money, but Kurt just radiated class. 

“For me a negroni, please. Let’s save the champagne for later after the great announcement, don't you think?” Blaine said with a wink.

The young man blushed. “Certainly, sir.” 

“Say, do you happen to know anything about this speech?” Blaine asked him.

The waiter's eyes grew wide for a second. “I- I’m sorry sir, but it’s supposed to be a surprise.” 

“Of course. I’m sorry,” Blaine gave the waiter an understanding smile. The young man bowed his head gratefully and dashed away to get their drinks.

Blaine leaned into Kurt’s side, “You reckon he didn't know? Or he didn’t want to say?” he asked.

“Not sure… Would you share your secrets with the waiting staff?”

“I don’t know. I never had waiting staff.” 

“Hm.” Kurt gave him a considering look that lingered a bit too long. It made Blaine feel a little hot in the face.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing.” Kurt shrugged. “I’m just trying to paint a picture of you.” When Blaine didn't respond immediately he added, “It's a good picture, don't worry.” There was something suggestive in the way Kurt spoke. Blaine looked at him as if to try figuring him out. Kurt was just good at playing his part. Blaine told himself. Though no one was looking at them at the moment so there was no direct reason for it.

“Let's ask around some more, shall we?” Kurt suggested, breaking the tension.

"Yeah. Good plan.”

The young waiter had returned with their drinks and they started moving through the crowd. They asked multiple people if they had any idea what they were doing here, but no one seemed to know or want to tell them anything. 

“This is hopeless. We are wasting valuable time.” Blaine slumped against one of the pillars. 

Kurt opened his mouth to respond but Blaine motioned for him to be quiet when he heard a woman speak; “See, I told you he was weird. Who hosts a party for their cat?” 

They turned to look where the voice came from. A latina woman with long dark hair in a fitted, red, velvet dress was talking to another woman. This one with blond hair styled in a stylishly messy updo and a mint green dress. 

“I would,” the blonde woman said solemnly. “And I have in the past.” 

“Yeah, but that’s different. You’re cute about it.” The dark haired woman flirted and the blonde one gave her a quick kiss. 

“Excuse me,” Blaine piped in.

The dark haired woman gave him a once over, clearly judging him.

“George Murray, pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand and the woman took it with only slight reluctance. “This is my husband, Ralph Murray.” He gestured to Kurt who then also shook the woman’s hand. Blaine noticed that the look she gave him was a lot less disapproving. Though Blaine couldn't blame her when Kurt was wearing that suit. 

“Santana Lopez,” the dark haired woman introduced herself. “This is Brittany Pierce.”

The men shook Brittany's hand as well. “I’m sorry, we just couldn��t help but overhear… Do you happen to know what this event is for?”

“I’ve only heard rumours,” Santana said.

“I see. Where did you get these rumours from?” Blaine asked.

Santana crossed her arms. “Well aren’t you the little detective. What's it to you, anyways? 

“Just nosy.” Kurt’s smile turned a little more devious than polite, matching her energy.

“They say it’s his cat’s birthday, but that doesn’t explain the great announcement. Maybe his cat got nominated for an award.” Brittany said

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other in disbelief, and back at the women. “You can’t be serious,” Kurt said.

Santana crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Deadly.” 

“He can't be that passionate about a cat?”

“Wanna bet?” Santana challenged. “How do you think we know him?”

The men shrugged.

“We know him from cat shows.” Santana rolled her eyes. “Brittany’s cat, Lord Tubbington, often runs against his cat, Mr. Puss. So believe me when I say people are passionate about their cats. Anyways if you really wanna know, we heard it from Sebastian Smythe.”

“Who is that?” 

“He is one of Hunter's closest friends .” She grinned as if to imply something.

“Do you think Hunter told him about his plans for the night?” Blaine asked, trying to hide the eagerness in his voice.

“I’m sure he did. I overheard them talking about half an hour ago. Something about ‘getting it ready in the basement.’ ” She shrugged.

Kurt and Blaine exchanged a meaningful look. “Do you know how we can get in there?” Kurt asked.

“I'm sure Sebastian has a keycard to the elevator. But hold up, why do you want to know so bad?”

“Never mind that. What does he look like; Sebastian?” Kurt asked.

Santana smirked. “Oh you can’t miss him.” 

Brittany then took Santana's hand and whispered something in her ear. They giggled. “Look we’d love to stay and chat, but we, er, we gotta go.” Santana said before she was pulled away by Brittany. Santana managed to add a “good luck” as they disappeared into the crowd. 

“What do we do now?” Blaine sighed. “We have no clue where to find this Sebastian character,”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Kurt said and pointed over Blaine’s shoulder. 

Blaine turned to look, and there, in the middle of a group of people, stood a handsome man who was clearly the centre of attention. The people around him were laughing at his jokes and basically fawning over him. “You reckon that’s him?” Blaine asked.

“ Oh my god, Sebastian! You didn’t!” one of the guys closest to him laughed and flirtily touched the man’s arm. 

Sebastian petted the guy’s hand and smirked. “You should hear what I did with his father,” he said and winked at the woman next to him. The people around him all laughed.

Blaine snorted. “Well that answers that,” he said.

“He looks incredibly obnoxious,” Kurt said and narrowed his eyes. “He is flirting with literally everyone in his little group.” He grimaced.

“Maybe we can use that to our advantage?” Blaine thought out loud. However he didn’t really feel like watching Kurt chat up another man. He would just have to do it himself. “I will go and talk to him!” 

“Wait, maybe-” but before Kurt could protest, Blaine had stepped into the circle of people. Sebastian's eyes were immediately on him. 

“Well hello handsome,” Sebastian said and extended his hand towards Blaine. “I don’t think we’ve met. You look like someone I wouldn’t easily forget.” He grinned.

Despite his better judgement, Blaine blushed. The man was handsome, alright. And definitely charismatic, judging by the effect he had on the people around him. “We haven't. My name is George Murray. Are you Sebastian Smythe?” Blaine asked as he shook the man’s hand. 

“Matter of fact I am. To what do I owe this pleasure?”  

“I was talking to some friends of mine and you sounded… interesting” Blaine smiled a what he hoped was a seductive smile. 

Sebastian raised an eyebrow and turned away from Blaine for a second to make a dismissive gesture to his followers. “Could you give us a moment please?” 

The small crowd looked annoyed, some even jealous, but they obeyed, leaving the two men to themselves. Sebastian turned back to Blaine “Interesting, hm?” he grinned. 

Now that they were talking Blaine realised he didn’t actually have a solid plan. He couldn’t straight up ask Sebastian to give him the key. He would never just hand it over. Maybe Blaine could convince Sebastian to take him to the basement? But he needed Kurt with him. So he had to think of something else.

“They said you were close friends with the host,” Blaine said, trying to imply exactly whatever Santana was implying before. “I can see why he would like you,” he flirted. Apparently this was the right move, as Sebastian looked him up and down let his gaze rest on Blaine’s mouth. 

Sebastian leaned in closer. “You’re cute, George Murray. How come I’ve never seen you before?” 

“I- I’m usually very busy with eh- work. Don’t-“ Blaine swallowed. “Don’t often have time for parties.” Out of the corner of his eye Blaine noticed movement. He glanced over Sebastian's shoulder and saw that Kurt was miming something. “Back pocket!” He mouthed. What about his back pocket? Wait. Sebastian’s back pocket! The keycard was in sebastians back pocket!

Sebastian, who luckily didn’t seem to have noticed anything, spoke again, “Ah, so you're Mr. Professional, hm? Do you always obey the rules or are you capable of letting loose every once in a while?”

“Er, yeah sure,” Blaine said semi on auto pilot. How the hell was he supposed to get the key-card from Sebastian’s pocket? “What about you?” he asked. “Are you a rule breaker?”

“You could say that,” Sebastian quipped. 

Blaine laughed. He needed to get very close and personal with this man but whilst he was doing so, he might as well find out some more information.

“I was wondering,” Blaine said and trailed his finger over Sebastian’s chest. “As you’re such a bad boy, would you mind telling me what tonight is all about?” Blaine looked up through his eyelashes. 

Sebastian inhaled through his teeth. “Oh babe, I can’t tell you that. It’s supposed to be a surprise.” 

“I thought you didn't play by the rules.” 

“Why don’t you come upstairs with me where we can have a little more privacy and I can tell you all you want to know.” Sebastian said and slipped an arm around Blaine’s back. 

This was his chance. He could take it now and Sebastian wouldn't notice. He just didn’t know how to get out of the situation once he made his move. Blaine looked over his shoulder in search of Kurt and found him looking at them. Blaine gave him a quick pleading look, hoping Kurt would understand. Here goes nothing. He put his hand on Sebastian's back and slid it down to rest over his butt. “Sounds amazing...” Blaine felt the card in Sebastian's pocket. “...but I forgot to mention…” He slid his fingers into the pocket over the card, trying to pull it off as a caress, and as he retreated his hand he pulled the card out. Got it. “...that I'm married.” 

As if on cue, Kurt stepped in front of them. “Darling! There you are! I was looking for you.” He smiled a bit too sweetly at Blaine. “Who’s our new friend?” he asked and shot a murdering look at Sebastian. 

“Woah, what the hell?” Sebastian took a step back, letting go of Blaine. 

Blaine quickly slipped the key-card into his own pocket and stepped closer to Kurt. “Ralph, honey, this is Sebastian. He is a close friend of Hunter’s. Sebastian, this is my husband, Ralph Murray.”

“Husband? Wow,” Sebastian said. “Was not expecting that.” 

Kurt held out his hand. “Pleasure,” he said through gritted teeth.

Sebastian took Kurt’s hand and shook it once. 

Kurt turned to Blaine again. “Well it’s almost 8 o’clock. We should get going, darling.” 

“Right.” Blaine nodded. “Maybe we can talk later?” he offered innocently to Sebastian as if nothing had happened. “It was very nice meeting you.” 

“Sure was,” Sebastian said and winked at Blaine, clearly recovered from the initial shock. “I am looking forward to seeing you again, George.”

Kurt then pulled Blaine away by his hand through the crowd, leaving Sebastian behind. 

“Thank you for saving me,” Blaine said once they had found a quiet corner.

“You didn't really seem like you needed saving,” Kurt said coldly.  

“What do you mean? If you hadn’t shown up, I wouldn’t have been able to get away!” 

“I mean, ” Kurt said. “It didn't seem like you had such a terrible time with him. I know you needed to get the card, but how are we supposed to come across as a happily married couple when you are feeling up all the other guests.” He crossed his arms defensively.

Blaine stared at Kurt for a second. Then it dawned on him. “Wait, Kurt, are you jealous?”  

“No,” Kurt snapped. 

“Oh my god, you are totally jealous.”

Kurt’s cheeks turned red. “Shut up, I'm trying to take this mission seriously. Did you at least get the key?”

Blaine couldn't help but grin as he presented it. “Got it right here.”

“Great. Let's go try it out before he finds out it’s missing. We need to get to the basement before it’s 8 o’clock.” 

[catsofcalifornia]

Mocha from PURRfect Partners in Redondo Beach, California

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1 years old mom came to me right after she was found just had given birth in an abandoned car. From day one I knew she was not a feral cat as she was purring and making biscuits as her babies nursed. She is shy and is much more nervous unlike her kittens that haven’t had to survive on the streets. She is a very sweet and loving kitty that I know if someone gives her the right home and a little time she will blossom and become a great pet for your home.

She has been around other cats and kittens and is ok with them, she will still hiss and growl even after time has passed so she would thrive better as the only cat in the home. She’s never been aggressive towards other cats only growls. She does seem much more fearful of men but will warm up to them. I am able to pick her up and love on her or to take to the vet without any issues or push back from Mocha. She will very quickly get into your heart and you will fall in love with her. She deserves t a good life inside and not worrying where her next shelter will be and food will come from.

[bonetunnels]

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[destieltaggedfic]

Shifter/Cat/Key Trope - Part 1

I've been reading fics about familiars for the past couple of days, so I guess its about time I did these. You know that prompt about the person putting out an ad that they'll only go on a date with the person who can get the key from around their cat's neck and the twist is that the person is a shifter and IS the cat these are all fics based on that prompt.

Gods Damned Cat - Wargurl83   Ao3

AU.  Dean’s best friend and next door neighbour Cas is fed up with men pursuing her and declares that whoever can get the key from her cat’s collar can marry her. (female Cas)

Word Count: 27k                              No Sex

Strawberry Moon – casblackfeathers   Ao3

AU.  Annoyed by the attention he has been getting since moving back to town, Dean issues a challenge.  He’ll go out to dinner with the person who approaches him with the key tied around his cat’s neck.  Cas who has had a crush on Dean since they went to high school together doesn’t believe he has a chance with Dean so doesn’t make a play, despite the cat spending most of his nights curled up with him.

Word Count: 115k                            Graphic Sexual Acts

Most Wanted – hglndlassie   Ao3

A/B/O AU.  Its becoming dangerous for unmated omegas so Dean’s father has been pressuring him to take a mate.  He gets them to agree that the first alpha to get the key from his cat.  The first alpha he has taken a shine too however is new arrival Castiel who is buried in grief for his recently destroyed pack.

Word Count: 83k                              Non-Graphic Sex

The Purrfect Catch - CassondraWinchester, lotrspnfangirl   Ao3

A/B/O AU.  The local newspaper runs an ad.  Dean’s neighbour is looking for a mate.  One who is able to charm his cat.  Dean knows he isn’t good enough for Cas but sets out to help protect the cat from would-be suitors.

Word Count: 25k                              Graphic Sexual Acts

What Greater Gift -  chevrolangels   Ao3

AU.  The town witch Castiel needs to be bonded to both retain his power and the inheritance from his grandmother.  His chosen bond-partner will be the person who can get the key from his cat.

Word Count: 7k                                 No Sex

[96coccinelle96]

I couldn’t stop myself from drawing Adrien and Mari from Chapter 29 of Honacats’ fic; Spots, Whiskers, and Ballet Slippers. This story is so good, she worked so hard on it, and she deserves more recognition, GO READ IT PLEASEEE!!! summary:

Marinette Dupain-Cheng's dream is to join a prestigious dance company. To do that, she needs to earn a spot on the next biggest French dance show, train a celebrity in the art of dance, and win.

All Adrien Agreste wants to do is stop being on house arrest and attend an actual school. Who knows, maybe he could make an actual friend despite his father's insane demands. When Adrien meets Marinette, he thinks maybe he's found one-that is, until Chloe ruins it.

Marinette ends up forced to dance with none other than backstabbing Adrien Agreste who had almost tricked her into believing he was a decent guy. If that wasn't enough, she's also Lady Noir, a new super heroine whose presence in Paris has been seen as anything but pawsitive.

Things may not be purrfect, but at least she has her loyal and handsome partner of the Ladybug Miraculous, Aphid, to depend on.

[thewittyphantom]

Speaking of Duel Links, a new Wave Scramble has begun! The VRAINS Wave had Vega, Brave Battler, and Sunny as our first opponents.

Vega: Hi there! Excited to team up? Sunny: Meow meow meow! I sure am! Brave Battler: I'm the Brave Battler. But you can call me awesome! Vega: ...What? Brave Battler: ...Nuthin'. Vega: I thought I'd get to team with Blue Angel again, but I guess that wasn't in the cards. Sunny: Rowr! How can you be sad when you get to team with a purrfect partner like me! Vega: Oops! Sorry! Brave Battler: ........... (I'm playin' it cool, but teaming with strangers is stressful!) (they lose) Vega: Aww, we lost. That's too bad. Sunny: They were just too tough. We wouldn't have won even if we had nine lives. Brave Battler: ....... (Her avatar is wearing our school's uniform. That means we go to the same school in real life! What if she's...Skye Zaizen!? ...Nah! Miss Gloomy would never come here. Anyway, if we go to the same school, this is my chance to make a new friend! I just gotta be brave and talk to her...But that's why they call me the Brave Battler!) Uh yeah so... Where did she go!? ...But I guess it's brave to survive this world on my own, too.

[askoverlordvox]

Name dropping people I want your opinion on

- dahlia

- kori

- retep

- alastor

Wow, there really are a lot of these fuckers, huh? Okay.

@exorcist-dahlia is a fucking pain, honestly. Not just because I like Ava's spunky attitude, either; she's just genuinely a pain. Not only is she an Exorcist, she's a judgy one, too? Fucking puh-lease. Telegraph your insecurities any harder and you'll be fucking glass, bitch. She's the basic kind of bitch who never leaves high school in her head and spends the rest of her life- and afterlife, apparently- chasing down what it means to be 'popular' without ever realizing she's behind the curve. Really can't stand this type.

And to brighten my mood, we've got @ask-kori! She's just the purrfect little bodyguard, a Sinner after my own heart, ruthless and cutthroat but such a sweetheart with those who do the bare minimum of showing her respect! I'm so glad I intervened before Val put his spell on her. Now, I won't lie, she's a vicious murderer, a sadistic torturer, and an absolute menace to whoever is on her kill list... but, I decide who's on that list, so to me, she's the purrfect employee with a cat motif and a sweet disposition. I'm a proud cat dad of a bloodthirsty huntress!

As for Retep... eh, I found his antics amusing. His power grab at the end, though- not how I would've done it but definitely amusing. That it took Peter calling on so much help to defeat Retep speaks to how much of a threat the fucker was, and I respect that. His daughter's a-fucking-nnoying, though, so I kinda wish he was still around. And his death spawning so many other NRWEs and getting the teenaged fun police to actually get up and do something about it has been a headache gnawing at the back of my mind for a while now. Still, I'm pretty ambivalent regarding Retep overall.

And then you had to go and ask about him. Fuck you, opinion anon. You wanna know my opinion on Al? He's... fucking...

Listen. When we first met, I thought Al was everything I could ever want. Confidence, showmanship, charisma, he had it all, and his suave, savvy, methodical approach to everything left me in awe- in a professional sense and... well. Other ways. I was alone in that. Al admires no one but himself. Honestly, I thought I liked that about him, until I found myself wanting more. I guess that's my fault. I don't think Al ever saw me as anything other than a tool, a means to an end. I thought we were partners. I was wrong.

To me, he's my smooth talking ex who never gave a damn about me... but I realize now that he never realized he was supposed to care. It sucks, being in a one-sided relationship with someone completely oblivious... but that's on me, too. Two different mediums, unable to really... get each other...

It was easier to hate him. To pin the blame on him. To be the good guy moving on with someone new and leaving him a broken, bloody pile in the dust... but I'm not the good guy, I really don't think I ever even liked Val aside from pure physical satisfaction, and I almost killed Alastor to soothe my own wounded Pride.

It's easier to just say I fucking hate him because, if I think about it too long, I'm going to remember all the reasons I like him, and all the reasons I shouldn't, and how little it all matters to him anyway.

[acmeofficial]

Commander Cat-urday Needs YOU!

Hello and welcome to another purrfect Commander Cat-urday. Since Chief refuses to send us any Commander pictures (she sent us one video of him once. One) we wanted to ask if you want to draw him. Maybe that will convince Chief to send more cat pictures.

It's the only thing we can think of to keep Commander Cat-urday going and not recycle the same pictures over and over

ANYWAY we got Agent Zari's old partner (the one who did the sketches of those two shady VILE guys? he's our resident artist) to draw Commander as a shameless bribe for you to submit Commander art. Every Saturday we can repost (with credit, of course, we have MORALS here) new kitty art.

If anyone wants to do this, post your art and tag us! We want your kitty art and we want it now