Yolanda Garcia x fem!reader
Yolanda loves you. You help break up the monotony of her life. Between the gym and her shifts, she loves seeing you. But….there was something she didn’t like. Nothing you did, per se, but something involving you.
She arrives at home after her day at the gym, taking down her hair and setting her bag down. “Pretty? I’m here.”
She walks more into the apartment, peeking into the living room. But instead of seeing you, her beautiful girlfriend, she finds; a fatass orange tabby cat sitting on the couch like it paid bills.
The issue wasn’t that you had a cat, it was just that cat. Meowthew. He hissed anytime you two would watch a movie on the couch, scratch up her scrubs, and glare at her like she owed him money.
But, in all honesty, she didn’t do anything to make him super happy.
She hisss at him as she walks into the bathroom, causing Meowthew to meow in an indignant manner. She swings open the door to reveal you in the shower, washing your hair.
She lets out a wolf whistle. “Hey pretty, what’s all this-.”
She cut off by the sound of a crashing glass and Meowthews fat ass knocking over a kitchen table chair.
You wrap a towel around your body, ignoring that half of your head is covered in suds as you run to your cats aid. She walks to the shower head, muttering something about ‘cockblocking fatass’ and turns off the water.
Meowthew, in his rush to get attention away from Yolanda, climbed onto the table and knocks down a mug. But, from swatting it down, he loses balance and falls, taking down a table chair.
She hated that fatass cat.
Around two months after the mug incident, she comes home from the grocery store to find you sobbing.
“Woah, woah, pretty, what’s wrong?” She sets down her bags.
You explain to her how Meowthew got out, and you saw a gigantic thunderstorm is going to come through the city. Yolanda nods, albeit with a sense of relief.
“Oh, Yo, please stay so I can go look for him. Stay just incase he comes back.”
“No, no, I’m better at driving in the rain than you. I’ll go look, you stay.”
In all honesty, Yolanda had some…..selfish reasons to look for Meowthew.
If she finds Meowthew, you’ll just be so greatful for her finding him that you’ll jump her bones in an instant.
And if she doesn’t find him (which is plan A) you’ll be so sad she’ll need to comfort you. Which, always results with her making you cry in a whole nother way.
So, she grabs her keys and gets in her car. She backs out and drives up and down streets, shouting ‘MEOWTHEW!’
The neighbors look at her like she’s crazy, ushering their kids inside, but she doesn’t care. She’s a woman on a mission.
After 30 minutes of aimless driving, she comes across a park you would take him to during the summer months. She figured she’d check there before heading home.
She gets out, rain pelting her as she covers herself with the hood of her raincoat.
“Meowthew!” She yells into the wind, rain hitting her in the face.
But, by the grace of god, she hears a meow. An all too familiar one. Then, under a tree, she sees a lump of damp orange fur.
She runs to the tree and picks him up. And this is the only time he doesn’t meow in protest. She wraps him in her rain jacket.
“This is not what you do, you know that.” She admonishes. “You don’t scare your mom like that.”
They get back in her car and she’s about to plop him into the passenger seat. But, he leans into her, shaking. So, she drives home with him in her lap.
Once they get back to your apartment, she carries him inside.
“Oh, Yo!” You smile and hug her. “Oh, you found him. Where was he?”
“At that park you take him too.” She leans back to look at your face.
“You poor thing. You’re all cold.” You smirk. “You need something to warm you up?”
“Oh you know I do.” She kisses you.
Meowthew meows, but retreats to the couch to take a much needed nap. Although he looks back and almost nods, as if it’s a sigh of respect.
Her and Meowthew might not like each other her, but they did love one thing. You.
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