#cat!reader

Dick Grayson 

Out of all of them, you and Dick would have the most, what should I call it, intense? Relationship. You guys are hot and cold, steamy intense kisses on rooftops, but then Dick chasing you down for a crime. 

You two would have known each other from when he was Robin, and you were Catlad, which was the name you used before you became Stray, when you set out on your own. 

Maybe you even follow him to Bludhaven when Dick leaves to find his own path, and you feel you've outgrown your own playground.  

Back when you two were Robin and Catlad, you two were more friends than enemies. When Batman and Catwoman would be off... negotiating, you two would hunker down with the latest gameboy or the like and play. 

Back then you mainly pulled pranks on Dick, until you guys got older and it became more. Your outfit switched from something sporty to something more formfitting and sleek, with a zipper that goes all the way down the front. 

I can see your relationship causing problems in other areas of Dick's life, because you guys just can't stay away from each other. This means Dick can't really settle down with someone else, cuz you are always there in the back of his mind. 

It just makes the comparisons between Bruce and Dick worse, as he's got his own cat walking circles around him and purring. 

There is an extremely powerful charge between you two whenever you meet, be it as allies or as enemies, but you guys are never really enemies. I get a feeling you've been his “I know a guy” for years, when it comes to your areas of expertise. 

I imagine the titans and the rest of the batfam are tired of watching you guys chase each other, Dick chasing you, only for you two to giggle and turn it around. 

Everyone knows you guys will get together at some point, its just a matter of time. Theres a betting pool with the titans on when and where, or who will propose. 

I also get a feeling you are pretty close with the titans after all these years, and you aren't an actual member of the Titans or anything but like, you are invited to all the parties and get-togethers. 

For some reason I also feel a tickle in the back of my head that you might have had a bit of a thing with Roy when you guys were younger, I cant tell ya why. Roy obviously knew it wasn't gonna last but it was fun. 

Jason Todd 

For some flavor. You two knew each other back when you were street kids. Jason gets picked up by Batman, and you don't see your best friend for a while. 

You start stealing, more than before anyways, and you've always looked up to Catwoman, so you try to copy her. In the beginning your outfit is a dark hoodie that you have sewn cat ears into. 

Selina and you bump into each other enough times for her to pick you up, deciding that if Batman can pick up strays, so can she. After that, she becomes your foster parent, or more like aunt, and you live with her. 

You recognize Jason almost immediately when out as Catlad and Robin, he's just so familiar. He recognizes you in return, and it just becomes that pointing spiderman meme. 

I feel that after Jason dies, you lose a lot of your charm and high energy. Instead of just being a trickster and stealing things like diamonds, it becomes a cold almost cruel personality, stealing anything and everything just to feel something. 

It leads to a split between you and Selina for a while, mostly its you pushing her away because she cares. You also never forgive Batman, resulting in violent confrontations. 

The bats have had to stop you from murdering the Joker on many occasions. Everyone knows to keep an eye out whenever the Joker is free, both for the Joker himself, but also because you want him dead. 

When Jason comes back it takes a bit for you two to meet again, as you both keep close to the ground to get awa with your business. 

Jason recognizes you first, as you still carry the cat theme, and hes just shook at how attractive you are even after all this time, and with all the weight hanging on your shoulders. 

When you guys figure out each others secret identities and all that, its like an explosion. You guys kiss like you are trying to devour each other, or crawl into the others skin. 

I feel bad for anybody near that rooftop that night, or the nights after cuz you guys can't keep hands off each other, so multiple rooftops around crime alley are... blessed let's say that. 

You two mellow each other out in ways nothing else does. Being with Jason heals part of you that was hurting, and being with you keeps Jason on the more sane side, for the most part. 

It leads to you repairing your relationship with Selina, who's just as happy to see Jason back and alive. She gives him the shovel talk anyways, because she has to. 

At some point it just becomes known that Stray and Red Hood run together, and are clearly lovers. Nobody says it out loud, but Hoods goons have seen the way their boss pulls Stray into his lap, or the way Stray drapes against him like a cat. 

Tim Drake 

In this scenario, you were Catlad before Tim becomes Robin. Maybe you are a year maybe two older, and you catch him stalking the bats. 

Cue you, landing on the rooftop beside him and doing some play flirting. Its not anything serious obviously, but it does make Tim blush anyways. Both because hes been caught, but also because you are paying attention to him, ya know? 

As catlad your outfit isnt like Selinas, but you still offer to take some action pics for him. It ends with you borrowing his camera and getting pics he wouldnt be able to get himself. 

When Tim becomes Robin, your relationship continues. Its not as flirty or catty as the one between Bruce and Selina, but there is some playfulness in there. 

You would be pretty smart too, able to lead Tim on all kinds of chases and give him challenging puzzles and challenges to catch you, or return what you stole. 

Maybe you guys share your first kiss because you were jealous, when Tim started showing Stephanie or someone else attention. What can you say, cats are selfish creatures.  

Its nothing too extreme at the time, but its still a kiss, and you telling him that you called dibs on this birdy. Then you disappear for a while. 

You go away to train, and to become Stray. During this time Tim becomes Red Robin. Idk why I kinda feed on you two being a little angsty when you first meet back up. 

Both of you in your rebellious or emo phases ig, avoiding talking about the emotions that are so clearly there.  

Just imagine Tim is with his team, and hes just chewing his pen and just staring at a map he's drawn up of all your movements. One of them like, teasingly asks him about it, and he just huffs loudly, closes it, and struts off (to hide his flush). 

We all know Tim is a bit of a stalker, its part of the appeal, so its also no surprise that he's got a lot, and I mean a lot, of pictures of you. Probably as many as he's got of all the bats combined. Luckily, you find it charming. 

When you guys finally decide to stop denying feelings, its like pouring gasoline on a fire. It gets so out of control for a while and impossible to manage. 

Tims lips are just always flushed from all the kissing, and he starts wearing turtlenecks or scarves during the summer. 

You feel little need to hide it, and maybe you do some updates to your catsuit to fit Tims taste, just a little. And you add some hidden zippers, just because, wink wonk. 

Damian Wayne 

With Damian, you haven't become Stray yet. You two are the same age, or around it anyways, and you act as a big part of thawing him up to the real world. 

In the beginning its a lot of ragebaiting tbh, you get in the way, pull tricks, call out remarks that have him chasing you across the rooftops. 

But little by little, Damian starts to see some appeal in it. He starts to actually have fun, or spend time thinking about you outside of a strategy or enemy. Honestly, I can see Bruce and Selina planning meetups during patrol, just to let you two bond and run off. 

When Damian finally succeeds in catching you, he doesn't actually stab you or arrest you. He might see it as a weakness, how you have started making him feel, as Damian feels his face warming up and his palms growing clammy in his gloves. 

I can see him letting you go “out of the goodness of his heart” or whatever, and Damian just stands with his back towards you, arms crossed and a forced scowl on his face as you snicker, blow a kiss and run away. 

The rest of the fam do not let him live it down when they discover it. He just let you go? After chasing you for months? After coming up with so many plans to wipe the floor with you? And what, he just decided to be nice today? 

So many jokes about Damian inheriting Bruces attraction to cats, because that's what it has to be, since he's the only biological offspring of Bruce. 

You two start planning whole “confrontations” but really... it's just excuses to spend time together. Maybe in the beginning it was actual fighting or training, but at some point it became sitting on a rooftop with ice cream, or sneaking into a movie cinema in costume. 

When you show up to the manor for the first time, outside of costume, Damian is ready to kill everyone, if they as much as say something. 

Some of them, maybe only Dick and Bruce, would find it adorable as Damian grabs your hand and drags you upstairs as you wave to them happily, and tell Bruce that you love his house. 

You guys spend a lot of time together discussing animals, especially when Alfred the cat decides to join you guys. Ends with you inviting Damian to your place so he can meet the 10 cats living there. 

You also give him a tour in costume, so he can meet all the strays around town. This is where I can imagine Damian making some comment about you being a stray, and you just light up, telling him that its a perfect name. 

You kiss him on the cheek as a thanks and run off to workshop it, since you've been wanting a new name and aesthetic for a while. 

But only you knew. Everything else was the same as ever. The slow wind getting chiller as the night rised. Coco was moving around lighting candles as the shop was getting darker. You could see the curiosity in her eyes as she moved around, seemed distracted by her own mind. You know she was counting the seconds as much are you were, but her reasons are far less stressful. You were still being carried in the improvised "canguru pouch" mom made. You have memorized her heartbeat at this point, if one day you ever go blind and lose your sense of smell, you could find her with just her heart. Quite poetic, actually. Coco's mom organized the earned money from the costumers, today was one of those busy days. Coco folded and stored different fabrics, each in their respective place she had learned in her desire to help her mother run the shop. It made you sad how easy of a future Coco could have had if things weren't going the way they are. She would have inherited her mother's shop, her mind sharp and trained to keep it open until the day she passed it to her own kids, or decided to follow a different path in life. But it was still a distant future, one only you knew was not going to happen.

(⁠=⁠^. .^⁠=)S

The sun has long gone, the moon was as bright as ever. The grass was humid Underneath your paws as you waited outside.

You knew what was going to happen, so it would be foolish and dangerous to wait inside, there is no way you can guarantee your survival if you stay inside, even with Coco. With this, when Coco's mother decided to close the shop, you left and stayed outside, and now here you are, waiting right in front of it, there is some foots separating you from the front door, but you were ready to flee if needed.

The only problem, you don't have a plan. You couldn't make one.

How could you convince qifrey to take you with Coco? It couldn't be that hard actually, you just hope she loves you enough to not leave you behind.

'Am I.. really letting this happen? I feel so coward in doing this, I have all it matters to change the future, yet I am just waiting outside like a fool.' you blamed yourself.

'I could change this, i could give Coco a better future if I try. But what about the consequences? What could possibly happen? If only I was sure of the future, even if I know what's waiting.'

The truth is, you know the future. Long ago, you had readen the manga, but that was in a distant past. Your memories are foggy and incomplete, you don't even know how you got this feline body.

But there is one thing you are sure of, and it is of this very specific day. The day everything changes on the life of your beloved owner.

But you aren't sure of anything besides that, you would have to learn with her how things work in the life of the witches.

Tump! You heard the smack of boots against wood.

Qifrey was here. It was time.

Your heartbeat spiked, you saw the moment he fleed and a dense energy took the house, a bright glow coming from Coco's room and the sound of glass cracking was heard as the crystal begun to spread.

You saw it, Your mom leaving the front door scared, her breath uneven and her face scared.

Your ears started to ring, muffling all the sound around you. You shrinked and puffed your tail, your ears flat against your head and your eyes blown, dark pupils shrinking to adjust to the light and fear. You arched your back and backed away a feels steps as she stopped in front of you before the crystals got her feets.

It grew around her body, her eyes searched for you one last time, her face forever freezed in the last emotion she felt, fear.

For her life, for yours, for her daughter's.

In her mind, the last thing she saw was your scared little body, watching her with guilt.

And then, silence, or at least you think there was silence. You couldn't know, your ears ringing and your heartbeat the only thing you could hear.

And you stayed there for God knows how long, letting the situation sink deep in your mind, and the guilt rotting in your bones.

'It is your fault.' the thought hammered in your brain as you sat in front of her crystalized body. A numbness spreading in your body slowly, the world around being shut down to begin a panic attack.

Do cats have panic attacks? You hoped not.

But it was getting hard to breathe, your fur covered body was getting heavy and dense.

You lowered your head, the grass starting to switch colors and distorting into unknown shapes. Where you going insane after loosing your mother?

Before you could feel the sharp edges in your form, everything stopped suddenly. You turned your head fast to look behind you.

Qifrey landed in front of the crystal statue, but he was quick enough to see the unnatural way your eyes glowed the second you turned your head to look at him. The glow was gone as fast as you turned your head, but he saw it.

He choose to stay silent about it, watching you carefully before speaking:

"Let's go, it's not safe to stay here any longer." And he turned around to walk away, a sleeping Coco in his arms.

You didn't wait to follow after him.

You both walked for a while, the wind and leaves shaking where the only thing you could hear. Qifrey had his steps silenced in some way, not a single sound leaving his boots, but you didn't complain, not like you could anyway.

You arrived at a little camp, definitely his, there was blankets on the dirt and a little fireplace with a singular spark, shilly illuminating his stuff. He carefully left the sleeping Coco close to a tree and you sat beside her. Watching as he quietly put his things away, you couldn't help but to think back to the house you just left behind.

Now things are changing, and you are no longer sure of the future.

You would have to get used to headaches in order to recover some memory about the story.

Your thoughts were cut short as Qifrey took Coco again and didn't wait for you before walking east, you following right behind him in the dark.

'Can he even see? It's so dark around here.. even for me.' you didn't let your mind wonder further, choosing to walk beside him.

You both walked and walked and walked, maybe for some good 40 minutes before he stopped close to a cliff. More ahead was a chariot. One very similar to the one he fixed the same day.

He didn't hesitate, getting close to the chariot and talking with the owner before entering. He held the door for you, and you quickly followed after him, jumping on inside as the door closed and it started to move, leaving the ground.

You looked around on the small floor, close to Qifrey's feet's, but he scooped you in his lap after setting Coco on his side. His eyes soft and tired as he ran his fingers through your black fur.

"We are going to arrive in my Atelier by the morning, you should rest too." His soft voice coaxed you. Even with his kindness, your ears were still flat in your head. The guilt never left you.

But soon, the tiredness finally catched up with you, your eyes heavy and your slow purr was the only thing awake in you as you relaxed in his lap. Qifrey let a small sigh as his eyes turned sharp and his hand stopped in your head.

(⁠=⁠^. .^⁠=)S

You woke up with the feeling of small arms holding you safely in a careful embrace.

As you opened your eyes, you noticed you were outside, Coco was carrying you, a blanket covering her body, you could hear her sniffing, trying to hold back her tears, the weight of everything getting to her. You fully wished you could hug her, instead you purred and rested your head in hed chest. She hugged you tighter, as if trying to keep you forever.

"Coco?" Qifrey asked a little ahead, turning back on his heels and approaching her as he noticed her tears.

"What's the problem?" He asked carefully.

"Mama.. how could I leave her? I promised I wouldn't do that. I—"

"Coco.. you shouldn't blame yourself. You didn't know what could happen." Qifrey turned to the atelier, grabbing a kind of plate hanging from the wall. "Here, you should wash your face."

He opened the plates and water filled the space left, forming a ball for water.

That... Wasn't the first time you saw this magic, but it was very interesting to watch.

"This is were you are going to live from now on." Qifrey finished.

Coco lowered you on the ground, rushing to hold the "ball of water" with her hands. Analyzing it carefully. Her sadness giving place to curiosity. "Um.. this is..?"

"It's water!"

"Humm.. but it is floating on a ball.."

"Ah, almost forgot!" Qifrey deliberately ignored her statement, instead opening the door and rushing inside. "Let me get you some fresh new clothes." He vanished, leaving you and Coco by the door.

"Ha? Wait! How do I use this thing? Can I grab a bucket or something?" Coco panicked, still holding the magic water device.

You boldly entered, taking a feel steps ahead of Coco, giving the atelier a good look. To the side, you could see pink hair and curious eyes watching Coco.

".. Sr. Qifre—"

"Don't worry! This magic is easy to handle." The new girl eased, assuming a cute posture as Coco finally noticed her. The pink girl looked at you, her smile growing bigger.

"YOU HAVE A CAT? Wooow, he's so cute! Can I pet him?" She lost her posture, rushing to get closer to you as you watched her curiously.

"Ah... This is Miss paws.. she is actually a girl cat.." Coco corrected, getting shy from the approach.

"Hello there, Coco and miss paws! Here, let me help you with that, this is called a Water Droplet Floater." The girl took the device in her hands. "You open the lower plate and the water will flow!" As she explained, she poured some water for Coco, before lowering it towards you. You took the opportunity and tried yourself, sticking your tongue close to the blorb and the water started to flow, allowing you to drink from it.

"This is really cool, thank you!" Coco thanked her.

"Thank you for the thanks! By the way, I'm Tetia!"

"Ha? Oh, nice too meet you Tetia, I'm Coco."

As they talked, you finished drinking, now paying attention to the new blue haired girl that arrived, her light blue hair and expression sounded familiar to you, but you couldn't get the hold of who or why.

"If Tetia starts to get loud, just ignore her and she will shut up eventually." The new addition to the group adviced. In her hands laid a kind of plate holding something you couldn't see doing to your height. The girl looked at you with the same expression she had the whole interaction, but you could see the glow in her eyes as she looked at you. Maybe a discreet fan of cats, huh?

'I don't remember how many girl Qifrey had as apprentices, but I'm sure there are more than two at least.. where is the other ones?' you stopped to pay attention to the girls, instead, you decided to take advantage of your small body and little need of manners to start exploring the atelier, walking around the stone floor and leaving the front door.

Coco and the blue haired girl watched as you left around a corner, Coco was close to calling out for you, but Qifreys arrival distracted her from your explorer self.

As you walked carefully, you took note of the places you could nap or climb, if you were going to stay here for now, you should make yourself home at least. The atelier was a cute place, there was rugs and plants everywhere, stairs that would go up and down, it looked easy to get lost in here, but every corridor had different decorations and doors, making each one unique.

You saw bathrooms, a kitchen, closed doors you couldn't open for obvious reasons and a lot of interesting things to be curious about, things only witches know how it works.

'Could a cat be a witch?' you suddenly asked yourself. Maybe you could cast spells with the tip of your claws or tail.

'Maybe it won't be that bad.. Coco will get used to this place quickly, I'm sure of it.' you thought, and getting close to an open window, you climbed all the way to the windowsill. A cold breeze greeted you with the warm sun, outside there was a vast camp of grass and some trees, flowers popped here and there around the grass and very far ahead you could see a tiny dirt path leading somewhere.

'Yeah, i won't be bad..' you concluded, sitting and appreciating the view, you also took this opportunity to think about what is going to happen next. 'I should have stayed close to Coco, I actually have no idea of what is going to happen after today. And thinking about that, what am I going to do now? Could I help in some way? Should I just stay low and let things move for themselves? No... I don't want to laze around, I want to do something to help, but what?' you wondered, the question laying heavy on your mind. You want to help somehow, but in what exactly could a cat be useful? That got you to think.

'This.. this isn't actually my real body, I need to remember that.. Maybe Qifrey can help me get my human form again? I know turning into a cat has something to do with that brimhat witch.. probably..' the holes in your memories were sure going to be a hassle..

'Gosh, if only I could get my memories in place..' You lamented with a mournful meow. Your tail flicking from one side to another to show your stress.

You were unaware of your surroundings, too deep in your own little head to notice the white haired men approaching you.

"Here you are, Coco was worried for you, little one." he offered to you, making you jump from surprised and taking a little laugh from him.

You meowed in protest. 'Don't go scarring cats like that! What if you make me lose one of my lives?'

"I'm sorry, did I scare you?" He joked. "Let me make up for you getting you some food, what do you think?"

His offer got a meow of approval from you, your mood easily improving. 'Qifrey sure is a good person! You are climbing in my list of cool people very fast!'

He started walking, having you to accompany him in the way of the kitchen

You indead where hungry, you didn't bother to eat the other day, too busy having your last moments with mom. The thought made you sad for a minute, i would always do, you still blamed yourself for not doing anything to help, but you decided to not drown in it.

As you follows him, you failed to notice the 180 turn in his humor, his expression suddenly getting serious. You also failed to remember you actually knew where the kitchen was, and the place he was leading you was very far from it.

You both stopped in front of a door, was that the kitchen? Didn't look like it. The tension grew by the second as Qifrey turned to look at you, you stared back at him, a bad feeling starting to grow in your stomach.

He was not getting you food, that's for sure.

And it was clear he wasn't when he grabbed you by the nape before you could flee, a scared and desperate meow left you before you could understand what was happening.

He quickly opened the door and closed it after entering holding you, a soft click following after. The image of the door slowly faded, leaving only the wall behind it.

o firstly, Cat!Reader is extremely possessive. She doesnt sleep with just anyone, especially not someone she'd be seeing regularly. One time she saw Johnny talking to a new recruit, another wolf, and the jealousy that scorched through her veins was unmatched.

Johnny was standing straight, but within arms distance of a twenty-somethimg brunette woman, who was leaned against the wall, twirling her hair around her finger. Johnny looked good. He was wearing a green zip up (with J. MACTAVISH on one arm and "Seargent" on the back) that looked a bit tight around his biceps, and loose around his chest where he had it half zipped up, a black wife beater underneath.

The woman, somehow, was wearing a thin, cropped tank top. It was always cold on base, so when Kitty!Reader walked in, the girl was trembling, a bit preformatively in her opinion. It was almost like she waited until she saw Kitty to whine out "Sergeant, its sooo colddd! You wouldn't mind lending me your jumper would you?"

Johnny furrowed his brows. Wasn't she just saying she was perfectly warm when he made fun of her for being in such thin layers? Kitty, however, marched over, not even taking a second thought before pushing the shewolfs head into the heard cement wall. She didnt push hard, not hard enough to get a concussion, maybe just a headache and a bit of a bump.

"Jesus bonnie" was minced in with Kittys cold words, as the whole rec room was now watching, Simon standing to interfere between a possible dispute, looking to Johnny as if to tell him to keep a close eye on how his new partner is smelling, what emotions shes feeling.

And Johnny is, oh god is he. he's relishing in the scent of jealousy and possession seeping out of Kitty!Reader. "You listen to me because I'll say this once, loud and clear yeah? You are a dumb runt and if you talk to my mate one more time, I'll really remind you of where your place is on this team."

God it was harsh to say when the crime was flirting, but it wasnt wrong. Recruits were runts in a large pack dynamic such as the 141. She was new and in kitty's mind, and no place talking to her seargent outside of work duties. Perhaps a but classist, but she really didn't care what "vibe" she gave off when it came to Johnny.

The recruit looked nervously between the two, as if Johnny would save her. Instead he took a step closer to Kitty, and put a hand on the small of her back. She leaned into his touch, letting her guard down and forgoing her previously hostile demeanor. "Do. Not. Let it happen again. Do you understand me?" She still had ice in her words, but Johnny could smell her calm, rolling off him and into her like waves.

That whole encounter sends a flame through Johnny. He had never heard you actually call him your mate. I mean, yes, you called him your boyfriend when you approached humans, and hybrids typically use that and marital terms interchangeably, but he didnt really know. Now he did. Johnny loves being wanted, and he wouldnt give that up by testing her limits. He did, however like to occasionally tease your jealousy...

Perhaps by wearing those sweatpants that make his ass and bulge stand out in just the right way, paired with a tight, cropped babytee, the hem of his Calvin Klein boxers peaking out. He was dressed well. Better then a lot of men would be and he looked good. I mean fuck he usually looked good to Kitty, but he was a sweatshirt and tactical pants kinda guy normally.

Now he's doing this purposefully when you go to the mall, or maybe out for lunch for some fast food, simply because he knows that if someone, anyone, takes even a look at him, he will get manhandled at home.

He loves it, and she knows he does, but it doesnt cause the urge to stop at any point. She's on him like an animal, throwing him on the bed and tying him up, legs spread. He just has that stupid smirk on his face that invalidates all her jealousy and she wants to wipe it off of him. Replace it with moans and him screaming her name loud enough for that twink working at Wendy's who stared at Johnny's ass, to hear.

Panties in the mouth became a regular occurrence when she was on top, not everytime and certainly not the whole time (she wanted needed to hear her pretty bird sing), but usually at the beginning when he was still capable of being mouthy.

After nights like this, Johnnys cock was drained, asshole was sore, and body was covered in hickeys. The first time, as in the very first time, Price asked johnny who he picked a fight with to get so badly bruised up, and Johnny was more than happy to tell him who gave, and how he got them.

Okay enough about her jealousy. More about some little quirks in their relationship, especially to do with their hybrids.

Firstly, Kitty is a little minx who is generally quite cold, she has a good heart just takes some warming up too, and a very dry sense of humor. Her and price get along good that way. Shes very choosy who she spends time with and who she gets too close to. With Johnny however, shes a clingy, sleepy little creature who curls up under his arm, on his chest, or lap, anywhere.

One time, during exfill, when the team was on a plane rather than a helicopter (as the mission was quite far away, and not as violent as others, more intel based.) Johnny was sirting in the corner of one of the seats, sort of diagonal with his knee hitched up and a blanket draped over his whole body, neck down.

Kyle made a joke, asking if he was getting head down there, but there was a hint a genuine curiosity, he wouldnt put it past them, and Johnny was smiling like a madman, as if he was lost in heaven. Carefully, Johnny peels the blanket down to reveal her sleeping form, curled right into his bicep and the thigh that was propped up. She was purring strongly, evident by the little rumble of her chest and the way her hair moved.

"Well if that ain't the life I don't know what is" Price muttered, jokingly grumbling. He was happy for Johnny, truly, but that didn't mean he didnt wish he had a sweet'art of his own.

So as if mentioned, many a time, Johnny is a dirty dog who clearly hasn't been trained. It's very much Marie and Tramp, or like princess and thief peasant aesthetic. Oftentimes you'll see her yelling at him, or pulling his hair out of rooms, calling him by the last name and receiving a "yes ma'am" and a prompt exit out of the room. Don't save him he's EXACTLY where he wants to be. He loves it everytime.

"John Mactavish you disgusting, pantystealing mutt!" You threw yourself into the private 141 recroom, everyone stopping their activities, Gaz taking multiple steps away from where he was playing pool from Johnny. He on the other hand, had a growing smirk as she marched up to him, yanked his mohawk till he was on his knees and she was looking down at him. Simon muttered a little "bloody hell" but was watching, perhaps with a slightly growing chub.

After she wasdone chastising him, she pulled him back up, his legs naturally complying as he looked at her with a smile, eyes in a trance staring at her face. She coulsnt look him in the eye without blushing a tiny bit at his clearly devotional status.

Irregardless she searched through this pant pockets, having to check through the two top ones before finding a pair of red panties in his second left pocket. She held it out accusingly in front of his face. "These are out of the fucking laundry! What the fuck is your problem, dog?" It was getting pretty heated in their before Price said something. If he hadn't he mightve gotten on his knees infront of her and asked to be next.

"Should we go? Or are you gonna take this weird foreplay to your barracks Mactavish?"

So besides being sexually dirty, He's also just plain gross. He doesnt guve a fuck about sharing a tooth brush with you, will have an open conversation about how bad he has diarrhea, etc etc.

He has totally done the whole going onto the bathroom and pissing in-between Kitty's legs while shes trynna use the toilet.

Kitty gets no privacy either! Good time to mention that. She doesnt mind, if she wanted to get away from him she knew the places to go, where to slip into the shadows and out of scents length, She just really didnt need to.

Despite his joking demeanor and insistent need to piss Kitty off, he is a really good partner, especially when it comes to communication, and handling bratty Kitty.

For some girls, brattiness needs to be fixed with sexual attention, but for Kitty it came from pure uncomftorability and required gentle coaxing and the right tools to fix. Sometimes, after the emotions had been fully worked through Johnny might follow with something sexual, usually some overstimulation or forcing her not to move on his cock for hours, but never in punishment of her emotions, merely in the way she expresses them.

He knows she can't control it, and through the course of their relationship shes gotten much better, but its still a bit fun to "punish" her the same way she would "punish" him for making her jealous.

After a particularly hard solo mission, her first during their relationship, he can smell it off her immediately. She gives him a long hug and kiss when she first comes home, slipping into their bed together and falling asleep with him, saying they'll talk in the morning.

They didnt talk in the morning. She yelled and shut down.

She was gone before he woke up, which was particularly early as he wanted to enjoy having her back in his arms before the day started, and he briefly wondered if he dreamed her arrival home. He looked around the room for any sign of her, and she was sitting in the corner on her phone, one leg up with a grumpy pout on her face. Before he even had time to register what was going on, or what time it was (6 am on an off work day), she spoke up. Her voice was cracked like she had been crying, but put on a cold front. "I woke up over an hour ago and you haven't moved. You didnt even notice, do you even want me here?" Her words were aggressive, but after seconds allowing Johnny to register what was happening and what she said, he could tell they were coming from a very unplaced sense of anxiety.

Johnny sat up and took a breath, turning on the lamp. He decided placating her would be the best option, for now. "Im sorry, bon, 'las 'nigh was a pain on ta body. Knew you were finally safe, could finally 'leep." He didnt feel he genuinely had much to apologize for, kitty was stealth regardless of what she was doing and he had often joked about her needing to wear a bell. He couldn't possibly have felt that at four or five am. He wasn't even in bed until one.

"Bonnie why 're you outta bed? You got home at 'tree-'tirty." He tried to direct the conversation to find out the real reason she was so upset.

She glared at little bit remained quiet for a bit. After a second she gestured to the room around her like he was stupid for not getting it. Within seconds he understood, but she beat him to the punch. "Anything look different to you, soap?" she said the name all the time when she was mad at him. He noticed she did it whenever she was irritated with anyone.

John instantly became Price or even "The captain" when he lost your document one time, because his desk was so unorganized. Kyle became "your ****** *** ******* friend over there" (or whatever curses she's worked up) when he said something particularly stupid. She momentarily disconnects herself from the person.

Luckily, Johnny didn't take it too personally. If he couldn't handle her personality he wouldn't be there. He tried to speak up but you cut him off. "One thing i asked you to do huh? Keep. our. room. clean! That's it. Put the laundry in the fucking hamper, put away things, what the fuck did i walk into last night?"

To be fair on both points, this is completely his fault, he was asked to make sure it was clean so when she came home she could relax, and on top of that he knew how untidy rooms mess with her instincts. She didnt like it. She had decided in where her stuff and agreed to where Johnny he would keep his stuff when they first moved into the joint room. Sharing a space without total control is a big leap already, so why the hell would he screw with that by messing up the whole room?

"Bonnie im so sorry-"

"No. No Bonnie or lassie or Hen or wee thing," he wanted to interrupt to correct and say it was 'wee yin', but decided better not. "Im pissed Johnny! You had a hard night? I had a hard week outside by myself, and i dont even get to sleep when I come home? I had to stay up and clean up this mess!"

Johnny felt legitimately bad, but saying that would only warrant a snide remark from his extremely angry, extremely beautiful mate. He notices the laundry full and jumps out of bed, repeating an "im sorry baby. Get some sleep" quietly because he didnt know what else to say as he takes the laundry to the machines.

Action is always the best communication tool to show her he's really sorry, so he gets ti doing the laundry quickly, and then makes a little breakfast that'll ease her back into eating normal food and not ration packs. Just two thin pancakes, some strawberry jam, an airfryed hash brown patty with a sausage patty and fried egg on top.

By the time he brings it back he's very careful opening the door. If shes sleeping he will not wake her up. He will eat this breakfast himself and make another in an hour when she begins to stir. He knew she never was able to sleep well by herself when they weren't together.

Like he figured, she was now sitting up in bed, doing nothing but looking at the door. Kitty took the breakfast with a very small "thanks", and as he tried to sit beside her thighs, she pointed her finger to the end of the bed. Like an obedient dog he sat where she told him to.

"I was looking for you" he muttered out. Her eyes flickered up from the plate and snapped to him.

"What?"

"My animal. By the sixth night we weren't doing great, he took over a bit and all he could smell was you. Your clothes, your blankets, your chair, everything smelt so strongly of you it blinded us. I should've cleaned when I came too but I was too much enjoying the nest of your belongings I had created. Im sorry."

The explanation made sense logically, and emotionally she could feel the shame coming off of him. She sighed and pushed the food away from her., crawling the the edge of the bed where she had commanded him go.

"Like I wasnt sleeping with your shirt pressed to my nose every night trying to simulate you being their. I almost suffocated myself Johnny." She giggled a little and at the sound and of his name, all was right in the world.