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I was reading a cute fanfic on Ao3 and uh,
I had to doodle this guys uwu
fanfic: Fur good time, call...
#undertale#sans#horror sans#horrortale#undertale au#sans x y/n#yn#horror sans x y/n#I just thought it was cute#had to doodle him#heheh#fur a good time call
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No art here for a while. Let's fix that!
Horror but this time is fanart of his precious variant, Slate, who belongs to @popatochisssp !
He is getting some pampering uwu
#horror!sans#horror sans#ac art#for the tag readers#read fur a good time call#its y/n x sans#and one of the best fics i ever read tbh#very good read#you will have no regrets
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guys my spider looks weird. she looks a bit gay. do you guys think she will moult out of this or will she turn even gayer ?
#orbweaver my angel........ she's such a lover#she's doing So good. she's so ready to be done mothering as well. one more week...#her claws looked Nightmarish and she was very dandruffy before. she also had a lot of scabs that came off with chunks o' fur#but she's since shed her claws (it was honestly horrible in its own right to see. they moreso Peeled away. it was yucky)#and they're looking Great now. and she really likes being brushed and wiped (she really likes getting her Ears Cleaned⁉️ unusual but good)#so no more clumps of fur just Sloughing Off. no more Ass Dandruff either. it was at the base of her tail but it's funnier to say assdandruff#like me slapping the base of dragon's tail and calling it Slapping his ass. it's Their Top Ass (normal statement)#she's got a bit of a sensitive tummy though. idk if that'll ever pass#so far we're just figuring out what she can eat that Won't make her tummy rumble and have her farting asunder#nulo fussie cat and pure harmony are all a bust in that regard. but tiki cat and wellness are good#chicken flavour stuff settled her tummy good. a couple weeks ago i just boiled chicken and gave her some#and that helped a Ton in getting her a bit more stable digestionwise#she's so sweet and purry all the time too i'm so endeared by this little lady#i love you. kitty cats.
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this line is really cute
#ash rambles 💚#but also. kiddo... if i could i would make it so you could go to any festival you wanted. you are so precious to me. i would kill for you.#i would do anything just to see you smile. i wake up every day and I'm so happy i get to be your mom.#he's always so :D and sweet and I get filled with such warmth ajdhajdhs I'm gonna give him so many headpats!!!#his relationship with my s/i is quite cute too#it.. didn't start off good- ash thought pretty lowly of him and m.uarim at first. but she warmed up to them fast and she started to get real#close with the kid. and m.uarim too ofc 😳#she'd like t.ormod pet her fur and when he couldn't sleep? she'd let him snuggle with her when she's in her cat form (ash is a cat laguz)#she always purrs when he pets her hehe!#there's this one time where m.uarim sees ash with a gentle paw on t.ormod's cheek while he's asleep#the first time he calls her mom is an absolute accident. but ash starts sobbing because she's just so happy#she grew up hating people like him. as far as she was concerned?#all beorc were evil and treated her like shit because of her ears and her tail#but this beorc boy was so special to her and a reminder that there's some good in the world. that's her son <3 she's so proud of him always#ash was also very close with her own mom before she passed so to be a mom to someone else? it's very special to her.#in the future ash does have kids of her own with m.uarim but she considers them all to be her cubs!#the other three have tails and ears and green fur but they're just as much her children as the one with red hair and no cat-like features#my lovely boy... i love you t.ormod i love being his mom#hehe isn't my son just so cute?#i wouldn't dare raise a claw 💚
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Flit (ginger) finds an injured, stray cat and is like "aw poor little guy... let's see if my sister can help you" and so he takes the injured black cat to Fleet. Who is then "I have no idea how to heal a cat" and turns him into a human, heals him, and is ready to turn him back into a cat but then he's just "WAIT IF IM HUMAN I CAN HELP YOU! LEMME BE A HUMAN! I WANNA HELP YOU!" and Fleet looks to Flit who shrugs since it's hard being the only assistance to his sister. So he proceeds to name the guy Eureka and now Eureka refers to Flit as "master" and Fleet as "mistress".
And obsessively tries to help them. But he also talks a lot at times and Fleet gets frustrated and turns him back into a cat as punishment and he sulks off to cuddle next to Flit... who is unfortunately much more patient than Fleet so he's now just stuck with this cat-guy-hybrid obsessed with him. And he doesn't regret /helping/ the cat but .... Eureka is really clingy. So he's just resigned to having either a black cat in his lap or a man looming over him asking "whatcha doing, Master?" at all times.
#my characters#also fun fact i guess idk these two are the flotsam and jetsam duo to fleet who is ursula based#and fleet and flit are twins who got banished from the kingdom their older bro rules bc fleet uses magic for not good#and then she is now like im going to RUIN our brothers LIFE and then gets the worst two henchmen in existence#her younger twin bro with no magic and a cat#but shes determined to be a menace regardless#also as a human eureka is like you know what the coolest thing is about humans??? sweater vests#THEYRE SO COMFY YOU KNOW? why dont you wear sweater vests master? i think youd look good in one#and flit just like i think you can wear a sweater vest as a cat too probably idk but -#and eureka is appalled that flit would ask him to overheat with fur AND a sweater vest#fleet will literally tell flit go find the other guy and flit is like did you try calling his name#and shes like no time you do it#so he walks like ten steps away and goes HERE KITTY KITTY and eureka either immediately appears to hug him#as a human of immediately rubs against his leg as a cat like I WAS WAITING FOR YOU TO CALL ME IM READY TO HELP#and flit doesnt know where his life went so wrong but whatever
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craving the touch of teeth on skin
#cicisays#hate being a bottom#just thinking about fangs being dragged across my throat is enough to get me going#the stinging and gnashing of teeth#groaning and shuddering#out of fear and anticipation#eyes stinging with hot tears as I gasp#call me ur little rabbit#eat me whole#or slowly#whatever you like#tell me how good i taste#the way red stains my fur only makes you hungrier#tell me you adore how i whimper and squirm#how your hands around my neck fills you up with heat#how the sounds of my bones breaking fills you with ectasy#lick at my wounds and pet me as i weep#run your hands over my bones so that i feel you in the very core of my being#i'm trying to let myself express my desires more whoops#its uh#its strange but good#not as bad as my brain always shamed me into thinking it was#but still an adjustement#at the same time#i don't halfass anything on feelings so now that I'm giving myself the room to feel it#i just wanna dive in headfirst#oh the poor little rabbit leaves himself open#what will happen when the wolves come out?#lmao jokes on you that's what i wanted
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my dad called to tell me that his father died and also that he's been listening to this podcast about an unsolved chlorine bomb at a furry convention in chicago
#its called fur and loathing which slays i guess#he was like “and because it's a sort of outsider subculture the cops and authorities don't care which is fucked up” and i was like yeah gir#txt#sorry going on a little family issues vent#i think its good that my dad had time to process over the last year and like pre-grieve in therapy#he said that he's mostly grieving what he didnt have while his dad was alive (a dad) n what me/j didn't have (a relationship w our grandpa)#and i'm mostly sad for him#but i met my grandpa probably a single digit number of times over the course of my entire life#obviously many people dont know their grandparents but i think there is a difference in experience if#a grandparent dies when you're young vs a grandparent still being alive but just not present at all#idk i just wish my dad had a better dad
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Making ocs is an art that i think was lost on me, to do that i think you need to be able to figure out a life and in order to do THAT i need experience in making ocs. Dammit i gotta do this badly, scared and for the first time
#hex is a black cat with purple accents. hes a stocky but fluffy cat with medium length fur#i cant decide if he has purple eyes or brown#i want to draw him as a bartender#he should be able to wear hats. i think he would be good at wearing a hat#god im a boring person#hex has a sibling. i dont really have him fleshed out but hes called decimal#i think hes a brown tabby cat whos much fatter#hex is super bad at sports but he knows how to box bc he used to fight with dex#he used to be really into orange things and has a bunch of orange stuff left over from it but now hes more into black+bright/glowing pink#maybe ill draw him in a pink jacket one day#thats a lot already oh wow#hes good at playing cards and can deal like a showoff (i know nothing about cards)#hes good at caligraphy but his handwriting is like chickenscratch#hex#he signs all his cards with a giant flourish that takes up half the card but its pretty so they dont mind#he really loves fire lilies bc of his orange phase but couldnt bear to repot them for dragon lilies. like what is he gonna just evict them?#so hes has the extra thing of seeds next to the planter but no plans on planting them any time soon#hes a soft type of dude but once you know him he'll bite#he tries to be refined but it just ends up camp meanwhile dex would ride an atv through mud all day if he could afford to#he paints but hes never satisfied with it so he ends up just painting over it and making it an abstract portrait if he fucks up#when hes painting he always starts by painting his claws a matching color
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I'm working on ref sheets for all the characters I don't draw too often :] Here's Rosie!!
#oc#oc ref#rosie turner#uuhg i wanted. to lore dump but. i cant find the right way 2 word it without it beung confusing#cuz i cant provide the full context in a cleae and consice way :(#its fine. waterever#rosies a ghost but she doesnt show up in the real world per se#shes a human from a time in the story where humans were like. existing. it makes sense within context but u gotta trust me on this fur now#midnight and moonlight are gods locked in a constant cycle of revenge & destruction#one creates a world only for the other to destroy it#rosie is the lone survivor of their latest calamity#but i think in this fantasy esque story it is a human world that is completely disconnected from like. actual real life#why did she survive? luck basically. ( and a lil bit of magic)#she met lucille in the real world and they became friends (but rosie was like. dying/dead of an illness at that point)#lucille is arthur's sister but we call her lucy :3#lucy and arthur r like sort of god like ? ish#lucy gave her the flower on her hat as like. a symbol of good luck bc she can sense when things r about to die#and so rosie ended up not dying#and now resides in this void. place. thing#where the souls of ppl are. basically. its really hard to explain. theyre all asleep when theyre alive but they wake up when theyre dead#OH COMPARABLE TO THE PROSPIT/DERSE IN HOMESTUCK I GUESS EXCEPT ITS ONE PLACE AND ITS#??????? ok i tried explaining it as best as i can#without overexplaining (but i failed at that)#midnight and moonlight also like. live there and kind of ARE the air and space around jt#they are the living void#i guess#and they hate each other#correction ROSIE ENDED UP NOT GETTING ERASED IS WHAT I MEAN#LOL SHES STILL DEAD SORRY FHSVSH
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wait you got me so invested in the stammer & heddy tailor au....
this is my standard disclaimer that i have never posted a fic on ao3* and for however much i say “au” i truly mean that it’s a universe that lives in my head & i am absolutely delighted to tell you all about, all the time <3 if it helps i ALSO got me so invested in the heddy & stammer tailor au
ok now that the author’s note is out of the way here’s some notes about the not!fic heddy & stammer tailor au:
stammer as the tailor from gent’s playbook, very reserved, quiet, with an excellent eye for details (honestly the evidence i have for his style sense is just that he’s best friends with pk subban so it has to be there somewhere if only by proxy irl) is hired by victor hedman, star of the tampa bay lightning who is every other tailor’s nightmare to dress (huge, opinionated, fashionable)
heddy is decently well-known throughout the league for being very well-dressed & becomes quietly well known for also being one of his new tailor’s favorite loyal customers [heddy has the nicest fabrics. he has his suits the first day a new collection drops & e v e r y o n e is jealous]
stammer’s business booms after heddy takes a chance on him as his first big client & promotes him, heddy sees him grow in popularity & get more clients
heddy also moonlights as a model for stammer’s suits on instagram, initially to help him grow his business because then he won’t have to pay for a model and then because he’s over there all the time anyway because they’re dating (that’s why the model’s face is never in the pictures)
there’s not really a plot to this besides the vague idea of a plot where stammer makes heddy his lucky suit that he wins the cup in & sews a special little tag into the lining of his jacket that says i love you
because love sometimes is picking out the perfect right color pocket square to match your husband’s beautiful suit that you fitted like a kiss to the curves of his huge body
& also sometimes love is making your beautiful husband who makes you beautiful clothing enjoy nice things for himself once in a while, like the fancy watch you bought him or the nice suit you custom-ordered for him (from him) just so you could take it off of him
#*i did very much post a zine on ao3 that was part of a really fun exchange that i loved doing (thank you leah for organizing!!!)#& had a fantastic time with however i have not strictly speaking posted a fic. one day i will. eventually. hopefully. pray for me :)#also one time my horoscope told me i was a ‘neutral projector’ & i’ve never felt more called out (‘loves making up things’/‘will not#actually write or plot but will explain every intricate detail of their world & character relationships’/‘hype up every member of the#writing chat & give good advice but never follow it’) like HI CAN U NOT DO THIS TO ME HOROSCOPE THANKS i was read to FILTH#liv in the replies#i do LOOOOOVE me a good one of them plays hockey the other one does not au sometimes they’re so fun to explore dynamics outside/inside sport#at the time i came up with this stammer was out on IR & heddy kept showing up to the playoffs in ridiculously nice suits what was i to do??#the gent’s playbook tailor will sometimes model his own suits w/o showing his own face which made it look like he had a secret model come in#heddy canonically says his suits make him feel better when he plays esp during playoffs & if he wins in a suit he’ll keep wearing it#oh also the truth of the love is in the pocket square bit? angela price i will never forget. anyway that blue suit i posted in the last ask#with the perfect pink pocket square? that pocket square is a pair of stammer’s boxers heddy took To Me. in my brain#me about the beautiful clothing: this is like daisy crying in gatsby’s silk shirts except it’s baby alpaca fur & also it’s not sad#it’s simply decadent & the inherent intimacy of a fitting mapping the body yada yada yada knowing the ways to flatter someone is a form#of loving them etc etc. love is art love is food love is given love is stored in the custom three-piece suit and tie#is this an enemies to lovers? workplace drama? is the secret plot i only just now invented & added that heddy is ‘difficult to work with’#but it’s just because he wants to look good & in the words of his own (real) tailor the hardest guy to fit because he’s so big? OHHH HOLD IT#I GOT THE PLOT IN THE TAGS Y’ALL AND IT’S STAMMER TEACHING HEDDY TO LOVE HIS BODY heddy who’s been told what to/not wear & you know.#the commodification of the body in hockey (but we’re not getting that deep) but stammer with a mouth full of pins tightening heddy’s pant#leg down even further as he listens to what heddy wants for once & lets him pick fabrics (this is the daisy shirt moment but it’s heddy#looking at fabric swatches dozens of books of them stammer helps him pick out matching linings &outsides &squares) & stammer compliments him#& they’re in love & idk NEARLY enough abt fashion but there r like codes? messages? to wearing suits i think w/the etiquette so that too#should this have also gone under a readmore? yeah probably. whoops#victor hedman#steven stamkos#tampa bay lightning
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Boyfriend kuna who has the pleasure of meeting your giant domesticated cat that looks exactly like him (but no one actually sees the resemblance except you..)
"That fucker is big. You sure it's not some wild feral cat?"
"Don't call him a fucker! And he's not feral... not anymore, at least."
Kittykuna seems indifferent to your cooing and doting as he remains in a loaf position, and something about the scene feels strangely familiar...
Kittykuna makes eye contact with sukuna - and then hisses.
"... i can see that he's certainly friendly."
"Oh, dont be like that. It took me ages to get close to him as well."
Kittykuna seems very protective of you. Whenever you're lounging about in the living room, he will curl up on your lap or in your arms, and make biscuits on your plush body while making eye contact with sukuna, purring. It mildly pisses him off, but he can't make it known that he's even remotely jealous of a cat.
They clash a lot, you often hear sukuna cursing under his breath and verbally chastising your cat, but their harmless beef and the way he will sometimes return with little scratches or bite marks on his arms make you laugh so hard. It takes a few weeks for them to warm up to each other.
It's very entertaining to watch kittykuna obscure sukuna's vision with his tail when he's lying down to watch tv. He takes his revenge later on by pretending to give him treats, only to hover it away from him. You have to intervene in the end, to scold him for teasing your cat too much.
Sukuna then comes up with a brilliant idea of getting a second cat.
"Don't you think it's a bit boring for him being alone in the house all the time?"
"Really? I don't know... he can be a bit territorial, I'm worried he won't get along with a new cat well."
"Never know 'til we try it."
And then, well, sukuna ends up bringing another cat home. Of course, you don't notice it, but she resembles you.
It takes time to properly and slowly introduce the new cat to your home and to kittykuna. They're both very cautious of each other at first. But you soon see the ice melting, with them gradually becoming comfortable enough to be in the same room, to sharing toys, eating meals together, and then finally beginning to groom each other.
In fact, you find that they soon become inseparable. You've never seen kittykuna become so clingy before. It's like every other day that you see him licking the other cat's fur in his arms, while it purrs contently with her eyes closed.
Sukuna seems proud of himself.
"What did i tell you? He was lonely."
"You didn't say lonely. You said bored," you correct him, crossing your arms.
"Whatever you say, princess."
Watching the cats be all lovey dovey makes him feel like doing the same...
Months later, it soon comes to your attention, that the newer kitty has gained a bit of weight. When you and sukuna take her to the vet (to kittykuna's displeasure) you find out that she is pregnant.
The gasp you let out is dramatic, and sukuna can only laugh as he shakes his head.
"The two of you have been up to naughty things while we weren't watching..." you tell the cats with your hands on your hips. You should've seen it coming, from the way kittykuna always seemed to mount the new cat possessively.
Though you are really excited to see the newborn kittens soon...
"Leave them be. In fact, don't you think they're good role models for us...?" Sukuna recites in your ear teasingly, deeply chuckling.
"I don't know what you mean..."
I suppose you're about to find out exactly what he means tonight...
#sukuna x reader#sukuna#jjk x reader#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna x y/n#sukuna fluff
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oh untitled goose we’re really in it now
#thinking abt the goose game tattoo i did#was a good tattoo! was such a lovely client!#the way instagram received it fucking haunts me tho#like. completely forgot abt that till a couple minutes ago rip#will i ever know peace#anyway yea felt like a good example of don’t give a shit about likes or any of that bc jesus it doesn’t mean shit#it’s like thE bEsT pErForMiNG pOsT i’ve ever had but at what cost#like some christian lady wouldn’t stop leaving like the most grammatically incorrect essays in the comments#and trying to fight other ppl in the comments#bruh the last thing she commented before i deleted all the hate stuff and blocked her was#‘maybe i have bad grammar but it’s just because i focus on spending time with my grandkids’#GIRL WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING ON INSTAGRAM THEN???#insane 😭😭😭#which reminds me of this other time some woman called me a scratcher- which smh girly i don’t even do machine tattoos get ur insults right🙄#but yeah i went on her page to block her and her bio was literally#mother to 3 kids 👧👦 and 2 fur babies 🐱🐶 engaged to @ whatever#anyway idk what i’m saying i’ve just been filled with completely pointless rage#like bestie what do you mean you are a parent (or a grandparent?!?) and have time to be bullying people online what??
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Cozy Cabin Collection - Entryway
Hey everyone!
A little later than I would have wanted but here's my latest set I created, called Cozy Cabin. As I said earlier I want to make more sets with this theme and I plan to add some holiday objects for Halloween or even Christmas if I feel I'm enjoying the theme until then! This way we could follow through the seasons with this theme and decorate our cozy cabins to match the current season. I hope you'll join me on this road because I am excited to see the cabin come to life.
This first set is based around the entryway. I wanted to make a built-in system with shelves, cabinets and a little nook to allow sims to sit and (imagine that they) put their shoes on. Then this idea became bigger, I wanted to add a door and windows (which I didn't have time for but I still want to make) and then I started to make walls. Please, remind me next time to do not make this many walls when I haven't got too much time on my hands because I struggled to save all heights and swatches for all of them.
The built-in system has a coat rack backing part where you can snap the metal hooks to so they'll stay together and can be mix and matched. The bigger cabinet functions as a dresser.
You can put together the built-in different ways: without the bench, using the cabinets instead of the backing, building a little reading nook with them. The swatches let you to use this set in different setting as well, I think they'd look good in a farmhouse style home, or a coastal one.
(The boxes on the shelves are mostly from the Dream Home Decorator pack since I didn't have time to make some and I didn't want to show them empty.)
Let me know what you think and how you like it!
The Set Includes
Entrance Door (short and medium height)
Built-in Dresser
Built-in Shelf
Built-in Coat Rack Backing
Built-in Cabinet
Built-in Cabinet Shelf
Built-in Wooden Bench
Hallway Table (2 sizes)
Armchair
Fur Blanket
Metal Hook (5 variations: empty, coat, bag, beret, hat)
Plaid Cushion
Vase With Branches
Autumnal Books
Wall - Pioneer Wood Siding (horizontal, vertical)
Wall - Wood Paneling
Wall - Wood Panels
Wall - Wood Trunk Wall
-DOWNLOAD HERE- Public release on the 16th of October 6PM CST
#ts4cc#ts4 maxis match#maxis match#the sims 4 cc#the sims 4 custom content#ts4ccfinds#sims 4 cc#cc#the sims cc#cc finds#sims 4#ts4 cc#ts4 custom objects#valia#valiasims#cc download#sims4 download#ts4 download
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we get to help dirk make his furries!! he wood say "theyre not furries theyre animatronics" but theyre litteral furry robots ok trust us
he also only drinks black cawffee and hes makwing us drink it becaws appawrently "it helps you focus" but we feel like this is some kind of animal ab*se
#((ic post))#theres also ALOT of cawffee in here theres like 3 scoops and even though we put so much sugar and syrup AND honey in here it still tastes#vile#((#just had to fix my kid's new tail bc they broke it already. and I can't find my sewing kit anywhere unless it's inside my bed.#so I pulled out the gel super glue. it was drying up but still good I just didn't have a good bulky use for it yet. but that should fix it.#it was glued into this sort of. cap? but mainly by the fur. which is v soft and unfortunately breaks kinda easy.#so it was just a matter of time. I've split it and folded it and now it's stuck in there by the sorta. tape? idk what it's called aside fro#-tape it's the like material the fur is stuck to. so it should be fine once it's dry#my little furry will be happy.#I also borrowed one of the books I got them for Xmas on how to draw furries bc they want me to draw one of their ocs#but I suck at anything I can't trace the basic structure of#so! better late than never to learn lmao#I have super glue ALL over my fingers#))
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i wish i knew you wanted me - s.r.
a/n: okay this ended up being so so long forgive me!!! i hope you like<3 summary: based loosely on 'bad habit'. spencer got asked out by reader 5 years ago, when he was recovering from his dilaudid addiction, and turned her down. now, he's in love with her, and pining for her. also, jealous!spencer. she fell first, he fell harder. wc: ~2k
She’s very pretty. It’s distracting. Right now, she’s staring intently at his hands, and he feels hot under her gaze. It’s been a while since he’s done this, the little rocket trick, but she’s visiting the office, and Garcia had mentioned he’s a magician.
“That’s incredible!” She exclaims, a giggle in her laugh, and he feels the swoop of his stomach, the butterflies of it all, “You got them so high up!”
“It’s just physics,” he laughs, meeting her warm gaze. Her smile is one for the ages.
She’s here dropping off a file. They’ve known eachother a really long time, actually. She was an expert witness for them, once, years ago. She spoke with ease, both on the stand and in person. Equal measure kind and measured, and Spencer had adored her on first glance. They’d met when he was just getting clean from Dilaudid, and Spencer’s been in love with her since not long after than first meeting. That’s pretty much the only thing about her he wishes he could take back.
He still has a hard time thinking about it, the fact that he met her when he was barely himself. Still, she’d been kind, listened to him talk and let the others tell her that he was…going through something. It was on his two month sobriety date (which she’d had no way of knowing) that she’d asked him out.
Sometimes, when he can’t sleep, he replays the memory in his head. How she works just south of their office, and how they’d meet at the café nearest, and chat for an hour before calling a cab home.
On the other side of the veil, he can picture that night, years ago now. How she’d looked with the snow kissing her nose, dotting the edges of her faux-fur hood. She’d stuck out her tongue to catch a snowflake, and he’d almost combusted and the adorability of it.
“You look nice,” she’d said, although at the time he’s pretty sure he looked gaunt. He’d only recently started to gain the weight back- but still, her praise felt like stardust.
“You look nicer,” he’d said back, gently bumping her shoulder as a fond gesture. Her little grin is well-worth how awkward they both look on the street.
“Listen,” she had said, stuffing her hands into her pockets, the size of the coat causing her hands to disapear from sight entirely, “I asked JJ and Morgan, and they said you’re not seeing anyone.”
“Oh, yeah. They love reminding me of that. Not everyone can be like Morgan and have dated half the western hemsiphere.”
He felt embarrassed, her watching him. It’s nice, but sometimes feels like staring into the sun.
Her chuckle was nervous, not fully reaching her eyes.
“You okay?
“Yeah,” she swallowed again, before speaking, “I was wondering, um, if you might want to grab a drink with me?”
“Sure,” he’d replied back, amenably. He couldn’t tell why she looked so nervous, “I can’t really do hard liquor, though. Maybe we can invite the team.”
“No, Spence, I was wondering if you and I could go on a um, a date.”
And he’s frozen. Because this might be the second time he’d ever been asked out, and second, this might be his dream girl. She’s gorgeous and kind and she’s in front of him, asking him out.
“I um,” his mouth was dry. He’d be a bad boyfriend. He was a recovering drug addict who already was bad at talking to people, and she lit up a room whenever she walked in. She finds him easy to be with, easy to care for and he’s bound to fuck it up. He couldn’t imagine giving that up because he was too greedy to take what he got. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
He almost took it back with incredible speed, with that flash of disapointment on her lovely face, and the knowledge that it’s because she wanted him, before she quickly regained her speech.
“That’s totally alright! We’ll just be good friends, yeah?”
In the here and now, they are friends. Best of, really. And he made the right choice. He’d lashed out at Emily a month later in a withdrawl, and he knows that he’d have done the same to her, and now, she’s still in his life.
The drawbacks of course, to being her friend, means she has dates. Boyfriends, as well, and he’s been a…friend, through it all. Good friend. She’s never suspeced him of anything more, of course, after he’d categorically rejected it.
(Even though this rejection plays in his head all the fucking time, like a torturous groundhog day.)
She’s beautiful today, a blue blouse with a scarf lazily around her neck, and the way she’s leaning over his desk to see the trick before she drops off her analysis.
“Alright, Spence,” she says, her rose perfume wafting in the air prior to her hopping off the corner, “Did you need anything else? Today is my half-day, and Harry wanted to take me to Art Insititute.”
Harry, is the boy on rotation at the moment. Spencer has no impulse control and a super-computer expert best friend, so Spencer knows that Harry is 6’0 on his Driver’s License, and is a Financial Analyst. Spencer knows from her own mouth that this will be the third date, and that he’s a little boring but she’s attracted to the fact that he was direct and wanted to go out again.
Low bar, but one Spencer couldn’t even clear. He doesn’t say any of that, though.
“That sounds fun,” he says, instead of saying that he’d love to walk her through the inscriptions on each art piece, love to kiss her in front of something thats’ beauty does not come close to her’s. “Are you thinking it might run long, or are we still doing the bookstore and TV at mine after?”
He’s been looking forward to this all week. He bought special marshmallows for her cocoa. He also htes to imagine her date running long.
“Nah,” she smiles, “besides, he’s just some guy. You’re Spencer.”
Morgan doesn’t say anything when he looks down at his. paperwork, and scribbles instead of thinking, the best he can.
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Don’t think about the fact she was on a date. Don’t think about how Harry might have got to kiss her. Just don’t bring it up.
“How was the date?”
She shrugged, pulling at the spine of a hardcover novel.
“It was fine. Like I said, he was kind of boring.”
“So why’d you go out with him again?”
“I dunno, Spence, I just… I want a boyfriend, you know? I want someone to want to be with me.”
She is so beautiful. She laughs with her whole chest, and she listens to his stories and chimes in with her own expertise. She has a voice that seems like it’s spun gold thread, and he’d give anything to kiss her.
“I get that,” he says, instead of anything he’s thinking. She’s wearing brown lipstick, transfer proof. He’s in love with her. “There’s got to be guys lining up for a girl like you.”
“That’s a nice thought, Spence. Not the ones I’d like.”
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This thought haunts his evening, and when he parks and they start the walk-up to his apartment, a confession hammering at his throat, a physical urge. She’s giggling at some long physics joke he’d made, and he’s addicted to the soft bell of her laughter.
His apartment is small and lovely, and he enjoys having her in the small and dark of the night, the sun set over what he wishes were two lovers.
“You are really pretty, you know,” he says, once she’s settled into his chest, a sick satisfaction of knowing Harry got a quick thank you text before she darted over to Spencer’s arms.
“Thanks, Spencer. You’re a good friend.”
“Why do you always say that?”
“That you’re a good friend?”
“I’m not saying you’re pretty because I’m a good friend. I’m saying it because it’s true, and I enjoy saying true things.”
“You don’t…I don’t know why you’re saying that, Spencer. We’re friends and I adore you and I’m here right now, but you don’t need to make it harder on me.”
She looks nervous, and a little disapointed. He wants her to know, that even if he’s missed his shot, she’s not going to be alone. He’s gonna spend the rest of his life hating whoever knew to take the best thing offered to him, but Spencer- he knows he is not going to be the last to love her. He grabs her hand without thinking, her doe eyes peering into his with some emotion he can’t pin down.
“Hey, I’m not trying…to make anything hard for you. I don’t ever want to do that. I just… some day someone’s gonna see you and want to be with you and I’m going to watch it and know it was inevitable.”
The words taste like barbed wire.
Ask me again, he wants to beg, I’m ready now. I’ll do it right.
Is that even true? Is it just that he wants her bad enough he’s willing to risk not doing it right?
“You’re so sweet,” she sobs, and oh, she’s crying. Just a little, but tears prick at the corners of her eyes. “You make it so hard to be your friend. And I know that’s my problem, that you’ve always been straight up with me. I asked you out and you said no, and I know that-“
“I know that I was too late, and freaked out about being with someone like you when I was still so fucked up.” they’re so close to eachother, he can smell her chapstick. His chest aches. “Sweetheart, that had nothing to do with you. It was all me. It’s a train I missed that I’m gonna spend the rest of my life wishing I’d caught.”
He feels uncomfortably bare, even in the oversized sweater that she’d gotten him last Christmas, and that he’d pretended had been from his lover all of that week. But it’s important that she knows.
“What do you mean, ‘too late’?”
Her voice is small, so quiet he barely hears it. She threads her nimble fingers into his slender ones, and his heart is hammering.
“I-I was on Dilaudid, or just barely off, you know- you wouldn’t want to be with someone like me. You asked me out when you didn’t even know that.”
“I know you now. Years worth of knowing.”
“And you haven’t asked me since.”
“Spencer,” her voice is warm, rich like silk and grainy old music, and he wants to drink this image in, her fingers stroking the side of his face like he’s holy. He wonders if he’s dreaming, with how good she feels to be so close to.
Ask me again, he wants to beg. I’m ready, now.
“Spencer Walter Reid,” she says, properly holding his hand, bringing her soft lips to his hand, kissing his knuckle. He feels anointed, blessed by a higher power. “Could I take you out on a date?”
“Yes,” he says, finally. Five years of waiting melts away as he kisses her, warmth and light seeping into existence, a dream brought to tangible life, to touch and reality, “Actually, wait,” he says, and finishes before her face can fall, “Would you be my girlfriend?”
It’s maybe playing his cards too much, but her wide, ear to ear splitting grin is everything he needs to see, everything he might need to see for the rest of his life.
“Took you long enough, boy-genius.”
“All you had to do was ask again!”
If she has a complaint about that, it certainly couldn’t be heard by the many, many kisses that would follow.
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nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.
so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.
still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.
the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.
he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.
because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.
it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.
naturally, no one came back twice.
he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.
though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.
by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.
by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.
on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.
he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.
“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”
“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“
but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.
“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”
a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”
though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.
“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“
“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”
#this is very silly#i just wanted to get it out of my drafts#i’ve had this thought for a while but#i decided i didn’t want to write a whole drabble so now you get this#kento being inexperienced at dating & not enjoying it is very special to me#and so is him having a cat tehe#selfship coded i suppose bc reader is me but it’s not that obvious i hope#kento 💋 ⋆ ˚。⋆#nanami x reader#xoxo rylie 💌 ୧⋆ ˚。⋆#jjk x reader#nanami x you#nanami fluff#nanami x gender neutral reader#xoxo rylie 💌 ⋆ ˚。⋆
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