Simon is coming home from work later than normal. When he opens the door he is greeted with excited meowing at his feet and soft sniffles from the living room.
Trudging further into the aparment he finds you curled up on the couch, cat toy clutched in one hand, a tissue in the other.
Dropping his things on the side, he ignores the chattering menace circling his legs and drops to his knees.
The Bengal mix hops on the couch, stretching to nuzzle whatever she could get of him.
"Hi, Si" you sniffle, wiping your nose and giving him a watery smile
"Wot's wrong, pretty girl?" he asks, eyes flitting over your features. He reaches out to wipe away the tear tracks and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
"She just wouldnt stop crying for you" the whine in your voice makes something clench in him. His eyes go to the cat, thats still trying to get him to pay attention to her, climbing over your legs to get closer to him, trilling and meowing.
"you gave your momma a hard time, huh?" he mumbles, finger scratching under the cats chin, going around to pet over her back. The fluffy fiend mrows at you and closes her eye in bliss.
Nodding with a sniff, you uncurl from your blanket nest and greet him properly with a kiss to his lips.
At least you try to, because when you get close enough, a furry head gets wedged between you both.
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Pls be nice its the first longer thing since forever
You were just trying to get the literal buffet of food to your men when a rookie, barely looking at you, stops you from entering the barracks
"no civilians allowed sweatheart"
Somewhere in the distance you could hear someone cursing cause thats the Captains Wife
Raising an eyebrow you said "I'm no civilian and I'm just trying to deliver something"
The guy didnt like that answer and tried to make himself bigger
"lady we dont let any barracks bunny in here no matter how good a lay"
Laughing in disbelieve you scoffed "I may not be as threatning as my husband or member of this base but you I have three guard dogs under his command who can make your life a living nightmare!"
The 141 minus the captain were investigating after hearing of an argument with a civilian on base and right after rounding a corner they could recognize your voice
Soap was instantly grinning and calling an excited "bonnie!"
But that grin was wiped away quickly when he saw that rookie trying to intimidate you
Ghost basically materialized beside you and you could see the exact moment the rookie realized his tragic error
"we'll deal with you later an' it wont be pretty"
you had never seen anyone run that fast and if you weren't so fed up with the situation you might've laughed
turning to the boys you sighed "thanks guys I was nearly ready to just scream for john or you all"
Instantly you were surrounded by three burly men trying to get a hug, kiss or look in the bags with food
Gaz slung his arm over your shoulder and pressed a kiss on your temple
"c'mon we'll bring the goods to cap"
And you were led away in the middle to finally eat in peace
brought to you by my cats who don't understand 'no' or personal space. I'm gonna bake a cake now.
No one was safe when resident cat hybrid reader decided they wanted closeness and warmth
If price lays down in any way, you will somehow know. You'll find him, lay on or around him and trap him with you.
The lads have to rescue the captain hours later, contorted around you but unable to get up. Kyle has the phone ready to take pictures in seconds, Soap wheezing on the floor and Ghost locked in a staring contest with you.
Flicking your tail, you only huffed and lay your head square on prices chest. The man looked mildly exasperated, with his plans on halt.
They'd have to pick you up but after the last impromptu piercing session, they weren't keen on that. Which left the Captain to get some much needed rest.
Kyle was gracious enough to get a blanket for them.
He hates them because they make him look older than he is, in his opinion. They're a thinner frame, easily bendable, which wouldnt be a problem if their resident cat hybrid wasnt so keen on headbutting him!
They even gave soap a concussion after getting too excited.
Now here he was in his office, trying to make sense of a report, when he heard the door open and quite footsteps. Before he could react, he had you draped over him. They were very determined to knock his glasses off in their attempt so scent him.
"Sweetheart, hold on...!"
You were ignoring him in your blissful cuddling and with a well placed head butt, his glasses were askew. Sighing, price was taking them off to inspect the damage.
He really had to listen to simon sometimes. He now had to go and have them fixed again.
After his Lieutenant had his sunglasses bent to hell and back, he invested in some sturdier frames.
Kyle was pulling his cap off, the second he saw/heard you coming towards him.
And soap with his scruffy mohawk? He always awakened the urge to groom him. On more than one occasion he had walked into a questionable scene.
Soap in a headlock, getting squeezed like a toy cause he won't stay still. Or you draped over him like the most inconvenient and wet blanket.
And now the captain had you in his lap, curled up and head tucked under his chin. Sometimes you'd stretch up and rub against his beard with loud purring.
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c/w: graphic description of panic attack, self harm via scratching
Keeping green iguana!reader in a body of water for extended time as a form of torture
Waiting till their muscles lock up an their organism slows, then warming them up just to do it all over again
smth being rescued by your team smth
But now your deathly afraid of anything lager than a basin of water, even showers being difficult as soon as multiple parts of you are wet
Now you sit anxiously by the lake when Otter!Gaz swims
Something you always did together
Tiger!Simon cant get you groomed like usual cause you wont get in the tub only tolerating a warm washcloth and his tongue when his instincts scream for it
Loon!Soap that fishes for your favourite snacks when your crave them, even tho you wouldnt admit, not wanting them to see how afraid you were
Komodo!Price had always loved swimmung with you, your smaller size allowing you to get comfortable on his chest and drift with him
Now he's lucky if he can get you to bask on a stone near the water
Now any water based exercises are off the table for the forseeable future price is afraid
He had seen how you froze when a rookie prank doused you in water, how every muscle tightened and no rational thought was left in your eyes when you had bolted
He tracked you down and found you frantically ripping your clothing off, scratching at your skin in an desperate attempt to rid your nerve endings of that feeling, your eyes screwed shut, mouth contorted in a silent scream
Your sharp nails had already drawn blood, deep scratches across your arms and chest, even your face wasnt left out
You were pressing yourself into a corner, pressing your arms against your chest in an desperate attempt to selfsooth while still scratching any skin available
Loon soap burst in the room and looked deeply unsettled when observing your state but he steeled his resolve, throwing a glance at his captain
"Any plans? Ideas?"
Price shook His head, anxiously stroking his beard looking helpless
Soap had to stop your self mutilation first and he hoped to anything above that youd somewhat respond to his voice
Otherwise it could turn ugly
He had the scars from simons episodes as prove
"hey bonnie, you hear me?" Trying to make himself as small as possible he crouched on the floor, inching closer to your shaking form
You were mumbling incoherntly now and showing no sign of seeing him when your gaze swept over him
You werent reacting in any way, no flicker of eyes or hitch in breath
He neared you sideways along the wall, his wing cautiously reaching out and making first contact
You flinched back like electrocuted but your eybrows knitted together in confusion
He tried again and you didnt react as much so he took the chance and wrapped his wing in a tight cocoon around you
You thrashed for a moment until he had a secure grip on you
Deep pressure seemed to help simon as well as you and you couldnt scratch without a smuch movement
You slowly seemed to come back to yourself
The small dark room with only a pool and slender walkway grew lighter around youin your minds eye as you registered the feeling of feathers surrounding you
Fingers tentativly reaching out you sunk them into the downy feathers , clutching them desperatly as the feeling of arms tightly wrapped around you came next and with a flick of your tongue you could finally recognize soap
Muscles slowly loosening you sagged against him, your breathing still coming laboured and your brain foggy
Memories still fighting to be on the forefront of your mind you rubbed harshly at your eyes, taking lungfulls of air to stay focused on soap
His feathers, smell, heartbeat and warmth
"you're goin ta be okay hen"
Soap finally allowed himself to breath when he felt yours finally slow and looked up, expecting to find his captain
He was met with the rest of their taskforce, various levels of worry etched on their faces
They had a long way to go
a/n: i should have been asleep already and lost steam at the end i'm sorry
i was observing my cats interact with each other over food and the more dominant one stared until the smaller one just walked away
And now I cant stop thinking about smaller cat species reader (i'm thinking of manul or smth) being picked on at mess
You were just minding your own business. Glad to be early enough to get the good grub for once. Only it seemed a fellow cat species had a problem with that.
He was invading your space, staring you down and making himself seem bigger.
Clearly he was trying to get you to leave your hard earned food to him.
Bloody hell! Your stomach was rumbling too much to give it up. Before a warning growl could rumble through your chest, the offender had already let up and lowered his eyes.
Only when you could feel a discreet hand on your lower back did you know why.
The asshole had royally fucked up.
Tiger!Ghost had arrived to see what the uphold was and was so not amused at what he found.
Price was glad that his human percentage won over his lion dna when he saw you rushing into work with a baby strapped to your chest and a five year old on your hand
In nature a lion would be tempted to kill any cubs not of his own blood but his blood only boiled in desire
You worked closely with the 141 when they were on base but with you being married, price had refrained from adding you to his pride
You rushed past him, your 5 year old waving at him with a toothy grin, while you muttered furiously about 'damn daniel bailing last minute cause he'd rather sleep in'
Ears swiveling to follow your steps a slow smile crept onto his lips. Seemed like trouble in paradise.
The next time he saw you, was when he had to collect some files you had in your office
When he entered he was mez with a scene he did not expect but should have
Papers strewn about and pencils on the floor with a very happy toddler and a frazzled mum with a hair eating baby on her chest
Your ear flicked in that stressed way he noticed some time ago but you plastered a smile on your face when you noticed him
"Oh, price! What can I do for you?"
"Just need the files for next briefing, love"
Just as you were about to answer your baby chose that time to let out a wail of discontent
Your smile fell, tears springing to your eyes and lips wobbling
His eyes widened. Thinking quick he opened the door again and bellowed for MacTavish
His pride mate was a natural with cubs, kits and fledgelings and would handle your little boy with ease so he could care for you and the tiny cub
And the scot wasted no time appearing at the office
Thankfully the boy knew the lynx hybrid well and you trusted prices pride with your cubs
As soap led the boy away john came closer and asked hesitantly if he could hold her a moment so you could breath
He was extremly thankful that his sergants families had him trained in handling babys a few years ago
Before that he was hopeless with anything younger than 4, and kyle had decided first that he would need to learn before adding little ones to the mix
So here he was, a chubby cub in his arms that had her tiny fists burrowed in his mane while he rumbled nonesense to them
Searching for a tissue, you wiped helplessly ar your face
"I'm so sorry you have to see me like that AND have to soothe her"
"Nonsense love, it's no bother" sounded the gruff answer and when a wet mouth with gummy teeth tried to eat his shirt a startled laugh escaped him
Before you could apologize again he growled lightly at you, which had you ears perking up and your gaze lowering bashfully
"Now what has you so frazzled today and with your little ones at work?"
A tired sigh escaped you, shoulders slumping and you dragged a habd over your face. "The daycare is closed today and daniel, my now ex husband, was supposed to spend the day with them. But low and behold, i get a text 30 minutes before he was supposed to pick them up, that he can't make it cause of weather. WEATHER John! He lives in the next part of town and I know for a fact that not a cloud was in sight at that time!"
John had to shamefully admit that he zoned out a bit when he heard the word 'ex-husband' but he zoned back in when he heard you ask 'can you actually believe that? '
Shaking his head with a growl he curled his lip and clenched his fist. In anger at the buffoon that let such a beautiful lioness go or to keep himself in check he didnt know
But he did know that now was his chance and your little one seemed to like him well enough already, if he could count the cub snuggling in his chest as that
a/n: i'm not dead, just having merry crisis after merry crisis cause of merry christmas. i'm sewing and crocheting so many things rn and my pain is flaring bad which makes my brain feel like pudding. but not the good kind of pudding
