Reader x Trickster Nepeta: Pillow Fights

“When is spring coming?” you grumbled to yourself as you walked home from school. Scratch that, it was unwillingly ‘school’ for the next week and a half. Your parents sent you to New York to get a life. Which you laughed at first, but they were dead serious. The streets were coated in snow and it was almost scary. Oops, it was.  You saw a shadow dart in the snow and paused in your steps. You had a sinking feeling you knew who it was so you sighed and trudged on, soon getting a bunch of cans thrown at you. Luckily, they were all empty.

Except for one can. The green beans weigh a ton, so when the can went on your head, you fell face forward into the snow. The laughter of the boys who canned you faded off as you sat there, not bothering to move.

“Well, it looks like SOMONE’S being a pouty butt.” You heard a sharp voice coo from behind you. Groaning, you sat up and rubbed your head from where the can hit.  You let your eyes adjust to what you saw and your eyebrows quirked in confusion. There was a girl there, but, she wasn’t human. No, she looked with a strawberry pink tone in her skin. How odd.

“Uhm, who are you?” you asked the girl, who had her hands popped on her knees in a half-crouch.

“Million dollar question.” She rolled her eyes with a smirk. “I’m Nepeta Leijon. Well, kinda, I’m a Trickster her. What about you?” Nepeta reached her hand out to you and you took it, standing up with a small blush before introducing yourself.  She paused, looking away from you, which gave you time to question her fashion sense. She looked like she made clothes entirely out of watermelon and strawberry fabric.

“Any particular reason you look like fruit?” you mumbled.

“Look here, ___. I look like watermelon; I smell like watermelon, I probably taste like watermelon. I AM THE WATERMELON.” She finished off strongly, and you nodded your head. How can she ‘be the watermelon’? Was this girl high or something?

“What does trickster mean?” you asked her another question, but she couldn’t hear you. Looking down, she was rolling around in the snow.

“IM GONNA MAKE A COCAINE ANGEL!” she crowed, and you blinked a few times, shrugging.

“Right. Well, I’ll see you later, uh, Nepeta.”  You walked off, putting your hands in your coat pockets. Lucky for you, the apartment you were living in thanks to your wonderful parents was right around the corner.

When you got at the door, you noticed that something was off. The door was a different color then what you’ve known for the past two and a half weeks. Shrugging the thought off, you inserted the key into the lock and walked in. Something else was off, and it was obvious. Not much, only the fact that there was toilet paper all over the place on everything. Those jerks from school hated you, your parents hated you, and now you felt like hating yourself. At least your backpack was safe. Scratch off another thing, your homework was torn to shreds in the litter box you had for your cat.

You groaned collectively and walked to your bedroom door. That was the most genius thing in the house. The only way anyone could get in is if you were able to unlock two of the three locked locks. Which only you knew. Or if someone was fit enough, they could go through the cat door, which was not possible. You unlocked the locked locks and walked into your room. It was in pristine condition, as it should be. Your Siamese cat, Simi, was asleep in her little cat castle at the foot of your bed. You stooped down and stroked her head softly, to where she looked up with a soft mew.

“Did the bullies scare you?” you used a special voice and she shook her head no. Simi was really well trained, and you heard a knock at the front door. Standing up and stretching, you walked over to the door with Simi at your side.

“Hey bitchie!” Nepeta crowed again with a smile, to which you responded with a slammed door in her face. “Aw, come on! Don’t be so hateful!” her muffled voice rang.  

“Hate is my middle name!” you yelled angrily, and Simi mewled, pawing the door. “Fine…” you swung the door open and went back to your room.

“Aw a cat! Wow this lil’ shit’s adorable!” Nepeta lifted up Simi and let the cat on top of her red hat. “Okay so I heard that you’re like, really down in the dumps and depressed and stuff so I came to cheer your ass up!”

“Thanks but no thanks, the bullies are just fucking idiots.” You noticed your usual tone of voice and language plummet into ‘down in the dumps’ indeed.

Nepeta set Simi down and went into your room, closing the door behind her as she hopped on the bed. “Seriously Nepeta, I’m not worth your time. We’re just gonna end up hating each other or something.” You hissed at a pillow and, without thinking, threw it at her.
She let out a small gasp as the pillow hit her, and it somehow sent her off the bed with a ‘THUMP’!

“Mew little fucker!” she spat, popping her head back up and flinging the pillow back at you. “It is ON!” she yelled, going ninja style as the two of you mindlessly flung pillows at each other, feathers flying.

Simi just sat in front of the door, purring as her tail swayed and her eyes flicked to the flinging pillows.

Eventually Nepeta stood up and walked through the feathers and sat back on the bed with a smirk. “Having fun yet?” she teased, poking your cheek.

“Did you make a cocaine angel?” you smirked back at her evenly.

“Touché.” She grinned, pecking your cheek and staining it with strawberry watermelon lip gloss. You yawned and fell back onto the pillow-less bed, trying to hide your blush as some feathers cascaded onto your face. “So, uh, are mew happy?” she sounded a bit concerned then, and the only thing you could think to was to pop your arm in the air and make your hand nod yes.  “Good. Well, I have to go. By the way, I hope you liked the toilet paper!” she laughed, jumping off the bed and running away.

“Toilet paper? …MOTHER OF –mew-!” Simi mewled to keep you from cursing as hate seared into you again, and you clenched your fists. “NEPETA IS A JERK! WHO KISSES SOMEONE THEN ADMITS TO BREAKING AND ENTERING?!”

“I do!” Nepeta called from the window outside of your room, and you smiled half evilly, slinging a pillow at her image. “Love ya bitchie!” she purred, leaping off.

“I love you too, you little –mew-!”