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www-songbird · 29 days

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Hello, I'd like to request a comfort / fluff fanfic mainly with xiao but you can add other characters, but hopefully xiao

Gn!reader is insecure with their ability to fall in love with people because they feel as though their emotional qualities are lacking (feeling like they'd never be able to?) and because they're fearful, they end up avoiding xiao for some time but he manages to pick up on the avoidance but still is confused, so he tries to understand what's going on despite the inexperience

Gn!reader gets comforted but afraid, but xiao does his best to reassure them in his very xiao-like ways (confused at first on what to do, reluctantly patting gn!reader's head, ending up saying words that still sound quite in character but still comforting)

I think that would be nice, I hope that makes sense, thank you! Not forced

⊰ i could never choose to love another. 🎐「 xiao. hurt/comfort 」 dreamscape. emotionally insecure? that’s okay; that doesn’t mean your boyfriend will love you any less.

memory zone. self-esteem issues, emotional insecurity, implications of past ‘i love you’s being a lie?, reader is scared, avoiding communication (at first), doubting feelings, angst, eventual comfort, xiao is trying his best as per usual. memokeeper musings. (nonnie do you have cameras set up in my room /j) this has been sitting in my inbox for almost two week im so sorry nonnie JAJFJGJKDH also how we likin the new format??? 🥹 @soleillunne!!

It’s always been hard for you to identify feelings, much less express them outright. Well, the more complex ones that can’t be explained through one sentence alone. Perhaps after so long, the lines between ‘genuine’ and ‘fake’ started to blur, leaving but only a hollow trace of confusion. You weren’t sure when it started, for most of your past memories are hazy, at best.

‘I love you’s were always few and far between in your relationship with Xiao. That didn’t immediately signify that this was a loveless relationship— quite the contrary actually, but the man saves those three sacred words for moments of pure serenity, tranquility, and intimacy.

But as for you, well, it was a rather… perplexing situation, to say the least. In short, you were terrified. Terrified of the words ‘I love you’ ending up being yet another fabrication of your emotions, as it had once been in the past long before you met him. And if it was… you’d never be able to forgive yourself; Xiao loves you honestly and earnestly, and to realize that you hadn’t been genuine with how you feel would be devastating for him and for you.

…You couldn’t take that risk; in your eyes, Xiao deserved so much better. So, in order to protect him from yourself, you had to push him away, before you could get the chance to hurt him more than he already is. Was it truly the right decision, though…?

Now you’d been visiting Wangshu Inn less and less, and interaction between the two of you was scarce— normally, Xiao would’ve understood; you had your own matters to attend to just as he does, after all. But this time felt different. Off. It felt like… like it was done deliberately. Had he done something to upset you? He didn’t think that was it, Xiao was always making an effort to be mindful and considerate around you.

Were you in a bad mood? He recalled that there are times where you’d avoid interaction when angered or when the people around you pushed you too far; but in the end, you still confided in him about the source of your irritation and frustration after awhile. Xiao was not a particular expert in comforting others, but he knew how to listen.

More questions led to more logical conclusions that didn’t quite explain your recent apparent avoidance. You were completely fine around your circle of friends, so why was it only him that you avoided like the plague? Is he doing something wrong or was there something wrong with him? Were you… getting tired of him, distancing yourself from him until it grows far too wide? Did you realize that he wasn’t the most optimal choice of partner…? Was this really it?

‘…No. Cease making your worries grow by the second. Pull yourself together. Confront them.’ Xiao internally berated himself and attempted to shake off that invasive way of thinking, but the thoughts still lingered in the back of his mind. If… If there was truly a chance you no longer wanted this relationship… at least you’d be able to communicate.

“X—Xiao!?”

Sharp amber eyes looked into yours, hands on both sides of your head resting on the wall behind you, leaving little room to escape. Xiao had affectively trapped you between him and the wall. Now, he would thought of other methods to confront you, but you slithered away from his grasp each time with nothing but a shallow excuse, so you really left him no other choice.

“You have been avoiding me. Not anyone else, not your friends, but I, your partner. Why?” His gaze softened, tilting his head slightly as his eyes peered into yours. He didn’t want to make you feel pressured or uncomfortable in this current situation; that’s the last thing Xiao wants for you.

“I— I’ve just been—” “Do not lie to me. Do not hit me with the ‘busy’ excuse; it will work no longer,” He promptly cut you off. Xiao’s tone came off a tad sharper than he’d like when speaking to you, but he needed to get his point across. When he was met with no response from you, he sighed softly; “am I… doing something wrong? I told you to inform me beforehand if I am, no? So… tell me, please.”

“No, no! It’s not you— there’s nothing wrong with you, Xiao,” That ‘please’ caught you off-guard, to say the very least; “it’s… me.”

Xiao, at first, was relieved to know that he hadn’t hurt you enough in some form to warrant you avoiding his presence. He straightened his posture a little more as his hands slid down the wall, stopping just above your shoulders. At those last two words, he raised a confused brow; “You? Please elaborate.”

You were hesitant, but it wasn’t fair to keep Xiao in the dark after he bore his heart open to you, and only you. No one else. So, with too much to lose, you did the same. From how you felt emotionally inadequate, to the fear you felt of your love being but a measly fabrication of your mind to trick your heart. In the safe confines of your bedroom, you poured your heart out to him.

Xiao listened intently, feelings of guilt creeping up his own heart — he should’ve noticed this sooner — but never did he once interrupt. No matter how much his heart ached. Because despite how it was hard for him to hear this, he understood that it was even harder for you to say. By the end of it, you two were seated on your bed, and once you were finished explaining, his hand slowly moved to intertwine itself with yours.

His other hand gently pulled you in closed in a half-hug, your head resting on his shoulder. “…Is this okay?” You nodded. Even after all this time, he still asks for your consent whenever he is the initiating physical contact instead of the other way around.

“I… sincerely apologize for not realizing how you feel. I am unsure if you have noticed, but I have. I have always felt your love each and every moment that we spend with one another. It is raw, unconditional, real, genuine. That is just a fact that has been made known to me for so long. Therefore, even though you may think that I deserve better, I truly do not share that sentiment; you are the one for me. I could never choose to love another.”

#( memory bubble )#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #xiao x reader comfort #xiao x reader fluff #xiao fluff #xiao comfort #xiao angst #hurt/comfort #genshin comfort #genshin impact xiao #xiao gi #xiao x you #xiao x y/n

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julianalvarez9 · 1 year

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the fix up / christian pulisic

part 2: the battlefield

request: here author's note: part 3, everybody! this was a rollercoaster of emotions to write, so hopefully you can feel all of it too. let me know if you liked it 🤍🥹 wc: 2025 words

it hasn’t been long since your arrival in london.

at first, when you booked the ticket back here, you didn’t actually know why you had done it. the only thing tying you there was gone, and now, three months later, once the filming for the voice had ended, you were sure that there wasn’t anything -or anyone, for that matter-, waiting for you back at the airport.

except mason.

mason, who was the first to notice that something was wrong between christian and you. it started when he noticed his bad mood the day after you left, frown never leaving his once-kind features and the fact that he had gotten too rough and physical in practice only confirming his thoughts. he had confronted him about it once everyone left the locker room and it was the two of them alone, and that’s when his facade fell. christian started to cry like a little kid when he had to tell mason that you had left him, not even getting to say goodbye due to his stubbornness. the american even told his friend about the little red box that rested on his bedside table, where he kept the engagement ring he was planning on giving to you when the timing was right for both of you. back then, wound fresh after your split, it seemed like the right time would never arrive. that christian had lost his chance.

mason, who, even if you didn’t expect it, was the first one to congratulate you when the news broke out about your participation on the voice. you were sure that he already knew about your split with his best friend, so you wondered why wasn’t he taking his ‘side’. you so desperately wanted to know what christian had to say about it, how he was taking it, if he was as affected as you were; but you didn't want to use mason as a way to get to know how your ex was. it was funny, actually, how much you two tried to hide the elephant in the room. not once had he mentioned christian, and as you didn’t want to bring the topic first, it seemed like the two of you were constantly walking on eggshells around each other. but eventually, the need to know overpowered your better judgment, and mason became the only connection between christian and you while both tried to maintain the happy faces, pouring every bit of yourselves into work.

chelsea’s number 19 was the main reason why you had bought a ticket back to the uk, and because of it, mason was the one that took you back from the airport and welcomed you into his home, wanting to avoid the unwanted attention since it was impossible for you to be back here without raising suspicions.

you almost don’t remember mason guiding you to his guest room, and you settling down to fall asleep. it's almost like merely a blink has passed, but suddenly, the daylight is hurting your tired eyes and an annoying ringing is piercing your ears. you certainly don’t remember even setting an alarm, but when you frantically press the screen of your phone to make the noise stop, you’re greeted with a familiar voice. at first, it seems like he's speaking a foreign language, the sleep that's slowing down your thoughts and the incessant rambling being too much to process.

“christian?”.

he keeps going, but now, you can pick up what he’s actually saying. “i know you hate me right now. and you have the right to hang up if-" he tries to go on, words piling up, leaving him breathless until you interfere. “i won’t do that, christian. what happened?” the question slipped before you could do anything about it, worried tone clearly recognisable through the line. it's like you can see him doubting and ruffling his hair before continuing. “so… mason told me you were back home,” he breathed, quickly correcting himself when he noticed his error. “i mean, you’re back in london”. you were way too asleep to figure out that he wasn’t actually seeing you nod, so you hummed in confirmation.

“can i see you? it’s just been so tough these last couple of months without you," he added under his breath, sounding so small that you almost didn't understand. you wondered if he really thought the feelings were one-sided. to you, the wound was visible to everyone that came close, but you weren't interested in covering your pain, even though the only thing that you dared to show to the camera was your bright smile and bubbly personality. still, you were sure that, of the hundreds of people that got to see your facade every day, christian was the only one capable of seeing right through it. but apparently, not even the man that you thought knew you the most could crack the perfect image you had created.

his voice brought you back when he muttered "i'm sorry, i really need you here” after moments of you not saying a word, and him not being sure whether your silence meant that you would hang up on him or not.

“yeah, it's okay, tell me where you are”.

“at the hospital. i really messed up my knee in the last match” he explained, and your breath stopped until he clarified that it wasn’t anything too serious. “i’m okay, though”.

when you arrive at the medical center and after the receptionist gives you directions of where his room was, you find yourself freezed at his door. the number plasticised on the door serving as confirmation that he's on the other side of the entrance, but you don’t seem to have the energy to knock. it's been three months since you’ve last seen him, and you're not sure if you can look him in the eyes and avoid the tears from falling down, reminiscing that dreadful day all over again. but something pushes you inside, and suddenly, you're in.

christian’s seated on the hospital bed facing the big window in front of you. he’s there in all his glory, curls untamed and big hoodie hugging his figure. you assume that he has heard the door opening, because from one second to the next, he’s almost jumping to greet you. his body engulfed your figure whole, and for a second, all you can feel is him. his presence fills all your senses, and after months, you're finally home again. the tears pool quickly at your eyes when you realize you can actually smell him and feel his warmth reaching into your fingertips. living proof that he’s there, not like the millions of dreams you’ve had while you stayed an ocean away while at work. christian mutters a little “sorry” into your hair, and your heart tightens at hearing his voice again: no shouts or low blows this time, only regret seeping through his tone. you remember him saying it over the phone too, but now you understand what he meant.

“i’ve missed you,” you get the chance to say, and his arms immediately hug you tighter, letting you know throughout the physical act that he did too. “you shouldn’t be standing for this long, though” you joke after what seems to be a lifetime standing near the door, and you hush him to get his things so you can drive him to where he needs to go.

“where should i take you?” is the first thing you ask once you get in your car, after helping him get in. “to our place,” christian blurted out while putting on the seatbelt, the sentence so engraved on his mind that he didn't notice the slip up. you know it isn’t your place anymore, not since you had moved out months ago when you went back to the states, but you don’t say anything to correct him. “i’m sorry” he was quick to mutter, and although he referred to his error, christian couldn’t stop thinking about all the things he was sorry for.

i’m sorry for making you choose between your career and me. i’m sorry i didn’t make it work. i’m sorry i wasn’t the partner you deserved. i’m sorry i didn’t get to give you the ring before you left.

“ey, it's okay, don’t worry," your voice sounded almost strange to you, like you weren’t actually there. you weren’t sure if it was a product of your jetlag, or the prospect of having christian back on your passenger seat. you heard him sighing, relief draping over his shoulders after confirming that he hadn't messed it up, again.

coming back to what used to be your home feels unreal. everything is frozen in time, and it’s like you’ve never left. all the rooms are decorated exactly how you had done them the first time you moved in together, and how you had left it when you went away. everything was right into place, and you couldn’t believe that christian had ever paid enough attention to the little things you did to remember it all. even the white tulips -that you were certain he hated- were placed on the marble table in the kitchen, looking as bright and fresh as they did every time you bought them from the market.

“i can’t believe you got these,” you point at flowers, getting near and closing your eyes at the familiar scent, which prompted a smile to paint on christian’s features. “well, they were your favorite,” he shrugs, and sets to make a warm drink for the both of you, even if you complain that he shouldn't be standing for so long, again.

after a few minutes of being settled on the couch, he begins to talk. "you know, everything has gone wrong since you left,” he starts, and though you want to intervene, he signals that he hasn’t finished yet. “we started losing these stupid matches, and i just, wasn’t myself. not just on the pitch, but off too. mason was the first to notice.” he remembers, and a soft smile gets on your face in appreciation of the british boy who made sure to be there for him while you weren’t. “i felt like i was stuck on the day you left, the sound of the door closing all i could focus on for days. and then the knee…” christian moves, placing the mug on the coffee table in front of you, and he can’t look away from you now. “i'm surprised i didn't call you sooner. i thought about going to the states and apologizing a million times. i’m sorry i didn’t".

"don't be silly, christian. you know the club needs you, and your teammates too. everything will get better soon," you reassure, warm hand from holding the mug meets his arm, and you softly caress it in a loving motion. it comes as a second nature almost, and when you rationalize it you feel self conscious about it, but he soothes your thoughts when his hands find yours, interlocking fingers. “will you stay? here, in london?” christian asks, and his warm brown eyes sparkle with hope. you nod. “if that’s what you want. filming’s over, so…”

“please” he begs, and now he’s holding your hand with both of his. “i need you here. these couple of months made me understand that i can’t afford to lose you, y/n. you’re my home”.

you drop his hands for a second to let the mug with the -now turned cold- beverage into the little table, and he fears the worst: that he may have overstepped, that maybe you had someone else already. but suddenly you're capturing his lips with yours, and he melts. christian has missed your warmth, the comfort your frame brings him and how right it feels to have you back in his arms. the kiss is all you two could wish for it to be, and you find yourself pouring all the bottled up feelings that used to drown you before, not being able to pour them into songs, or unsent letters with all the words you couldn’t or didn’t get to say.

“you’re my home too, christian”.

part 4: war is over.

#christian pulisic x you #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic x y/n #football x y/n #football x reader #football imagine #football x you

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astroels · 1 year

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request here!

a one-shot of ellie teaching fem!reader how to use her bow and arrow🥹

𝐀 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

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a/n: TY FOR THE REQUEST<33 I'm actually so in love with the idea of Ellie teaching reader stuff !! (had to wikihow how to hold a bow, if ur a professional I'm sorry) also peep the arcane reference(I couldn't contain the urge)

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Ellie teaches you how to shoot an arrow

(Jackson ellie, and usage of babe)

You groaned in frustration from not knowing how to aim your bow correctly. There were targets set up just outside of Ellie's shed. With Ellie out on patrol, you had a ton of spear time and really wanted to learn to hunt so you could have a chance to go with her outside the gates. Plus, it wasn't entierly a bad idea to learn how to use a bow for fun. Either way, just relying on memory about how to use a bow was not helping.

You only remembered that Ellie had told you to hold it with the non-dominant hand and to pull back with your dominant, but so far all the arrows had gone to the ground in shame. You weren't sure where you were going wrong. Just one more and you'll head inside you thought. Ellie should be coming back in some time and you didn't want her to see how bad you were at aiming.

As you drew the bow back, you thought about the anchor point to make it go straight. You closed one eye in hopes it would get the arrow to shoot straighter. The string felt so tense as you held it back, near your chin. With the second you let the arrow go, there was a clash of a plant pot breaking. Well, oh shit you thought. Hopefully, Ellie-

"Won't be missing that one," you heard a voice say behind you in a joking tone. You turned around to see Ellie standing there laughing at you and walking closer. "Oh my god, I am so sorry, Ellie." All you could think to do was look down in embarrassment, hoping Ellie wouldn't totally hate you. Yeah, you were dating, but the embarrassment was too fresh right now.

Ellie placed her hand onto your shoulder and told you in a sweet tone, "t's alright, babe, I'll have Joel make me another." Her words were reassuring you to finally be able to look at her. "Let me see," She gestered to the bow and arrow. Giving it to her, she drew the bow and held it for a second. Soon after, she let it go and shot right on the bullseye. You just stared at her in shock, "You're such a show off," you scoffed. She turned around with one of her shit eating smirks she always gave. Curse her cockiness. "What can I say? I'm just a great shot." "Yeah, yeah, you always are, my love."

GIving you a lighter smile, Ellie spoke. "I can teach you now, y'know," The way her smiled complimented her eyes always made you feel warm inside. God, she was just perfect. "Well, after that performance, how could you not." You grinned back at her. You turned back to the target with the bow, so she could start her instructions.

"Alright, so hold it how I've said before." Fixing your grip on the bow felt so much more tense with Ellie eyeing your movements. "Was it like this?" You asked in a doubtful tone. "Mmm, fix your thumb into the slot, so it fits a little better." You got your thumb into the pre-dented spot as she said and looked at her for approval. She simply nodded her head and got an arrow. Ellie placed the arrow in the designated spot and gave you a pat on the back as a go to draw the bow. Before you could even think about the angle the arrow would be going in the position you had it, she intervened.

"Here, let me help you, babe." Ellie got behind you and put her hand on your dominant one, helping you put the anchor point at a straight angle. It was right below the top of your jawline. The closeness of Ellie made you flush. Her hair was tickling against your cheek, but the feeling went away as she stepped back. "You're good to shoot now." You took a deep breathe in, hesitating for several seconds.

You looked at Ellie again as she said "Don't stress too much about it, angel." Hearing her voice comforted your doubt and you let go of the arrow, feeling the tense of your hand lessen. Focusing your view on the target, you stared in astonishment at the arrow that was buried in the bullsye.

"See, you're not too bad yourself." The warm feeling in your heart grew as you walked towards Ellie. You loved your girlfriend so much, she always helped you out like this. Reaching her, you gave her a kiss on the cheek and leaned back to speak to her. "You're the best, Ellie."

"I think 'the best' deserves a little more than that, don't you agree?" She snaked her hands around your waist to pull you back in and planted her lips against yours. You deepened the kiss, enjoying the warmth that radiated off her. After a few seconds, you leaned out of the kiss, still grasped by her hands. "Now lets hope you're a 'great shot' at showering too, something is still lingering on you," you scrunched your nose. Ellie's face flushed, as she apologized while you both walked into her shed.

#elliesstar #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #tlou 2 #tlou ellie #lesbian #tlou part ii #ellie tlou #ellie x you

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yaachtynoboat711 · 1 year

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Can We Talk?

A/N: Hey y’all! If I didn’t know any better, I’d suspect y’all really like Karis and Kevin, probably because we’re deprived of Kevin being happy on the show. School has been beating my ASS and had taken all bits of skill (writing included) from me. Hopefully, I can create more this summer! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy Karis and Kevin’s first date!!! Once again, shout out to @awerkofart for enabling this series! Love you 🥹.

Warning(s): Language, Drinking

Word Count: 2814

Like many other Milennials, one of the staples of Karis Brown’s social life was weekend brunch. Sunday Brunch, specifically, was for recapping the times of fun from the night before. However, this Sunday Brunch was no usual outing. It was a date with Coffee Bae, Kevin. He’d called her 20 minutes before to set it up and it was up to her to solidify an unforgettable second impression.

*buzz* *buzz* Incoming Group FaceTime Call from Sisterhood of the Traveling Scrubs

Loren and Jada were waiting on Karis to answer. “Heyy—oop! Hold on…,” Jada watched Karis as she propped her phone on a shelf, “…girl, what you got goin’?!” Loren brought her attention to the screen. Essence, Rose, and Rochelle all staggered into the group call, all shocked to see their friend searching for an outfit.

“Who you gettin’ cute for, bitch?,” Rose demanded. Everyone seconded her question.

Karis laughed to herself, “I never got a chance to bring it up, but I met a guy at Jahva on Friday. He asked me out for brunch, so I’m taking him up on his offer.”

“WHAAAAAT?!?!? Karis Zhanai Brown…going on a DATE?! He better be the finest man in the city,” Essence added, the girls agreed, “Does he have a name?”

“Kevin,” Karis replied fighting a cheesy grin. The girls had been Karis’s girls since med school orientation, but they still knew how to grind her gears. It didn’t make it any better that they were neighbors with key access to each other’s houses. They were going to be over there when Karis and Kevin returned from brunch. She was certain.

Karis paid her friends no mind as she changed into her sweatsuit. The girls threw out hypotheses and theories about this mythical Kevin. Little did they know, they were on mute as Karis tamed her coily hair into a half-up half-down style.

Karis finally unmuted herself as she laid her edges, “Y’all done?” Her friends looked to each other in silence, shocked that she’d just spoken after 5 minutes of unbridled chaos. “I just want to have a good time…for once. Let me just go to brunch and enjoy Kevin’s company. I appreciate the uproar around him, but let’s take this one moment at a time, aight?” Karis got up to pick out some shoes, “Sacai’s or Yeezy’s?”

Karis couldn’t remember the last time she’d been on a date. She couldn’t even remember going to a pleasurable business dinner. Studying and practicing medicine drained her of a social life and the opportunity to go on dates. Her family worked tirelessly for her to be the first doctor in the family, not be another wife. But this brunch date was different.

Karis sat in the car 10 minutes ahead of schedule, chest tight, and palms sweaty. Every social skill she possessed suddenly ceased to exist in this moment. She couldn’t even read the menu she’d just Googled. How amazing was the sight of the incomparable Dr. Karis Z. Brown herself—the surgeon that could do CABGs with one arm tied and repair carotids for breakfast—nearly hyperventilating at the thought of going to brunch with someone she met in her godparents’ coffee shop earlier in the week. “Get it together, mane,” she encouraged herself as she opened the car door to the slap of the sharp October Chicago wind at your face.

“What if she ghosts and makes me look like a fool?,” Kevin asked Kim as his leg bopped to the beat of the overhead music.

“Based on what you’ve told me about her, she doesn’t sound like the ghosting type. Besides, she’s 5 minutes early. Just breathe, Kev,” Adam instructed him over the phone. “Hey…,”he caught his attention, “…she might be as nervous as you are, if not more. The way you talked about her yesterday, it sounds impossible that she’d flake. Go enjoy yourself.”

Just as the call disconnected, the elevator door opened, revealing a nervous Karis looking down at her phone. Kevin’s face lit up as he saw her walk towards him in her khaki sweatsuit, brown fleece coat, matching chocolate Telfar, and Yeezy Foam Runners. She noticed his jeans, grey hoodie,navy flannel shirt, and wolf grey retro Jordan 12s.

The two embraced for the first time ever. She wasn’t certain of the cologne he wore, something with tobacco…maybe musk and leather… but whatever it was made her melt into his embrace. Lord, he smelled like a grown ass man.

After reluctantly pulling from his embrace, he offered Karis the seat in the booth. “A gentleman,” she complimented. The smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth spread to a full smile.

Karis got a corner glance at his shoes before he sat down, impressed at his shoe choice, “It could be my exhaustion, but are those the wolf grey 12’s?! They’ve been sold out here since I’ve moved here.”

His jaw dropped, “Girl, what you know ‘bout that?! Lemme find out you a sneaker head and a surgeon?!,” he remarked.

She threw her hands up, “Guilty as charged. It’s like the one thing that keeps me sane.” Karis felt her gapped smile betray her once again as she nervously fiddled with the gold necklaces around her neck. Kevin took notice; he was already entranced by her smile. He bit his lip, thinking of what to say next. The waiter coming to send the mimosa and water carafes gave him enough time to conjure something.

He looked at the caduceus and anatomical heart necklaces, “You always knew you wanted to be a heart surgeon?”

Karis glanced down at her heart necklace, shaking her head, “Nope. Wasn’t even in the cards until my med school rotations.”

Kevin’s eyes bucked open, “For real?!”

“I initially wanted to be a trauma surgeon or in sports med,” she admitted, filling both stemless flutes with passion fruit mimosas.

Kevin took a sip, noticing the potency of the drink, “So…shit that’s strong…what was that ‘a-ha’ moment?”

“My mom. She’d gotten sick from past trauma and I almost lost her. She had a cardiac tamponade—fluid from a sac in the heart fills the veins and blood and decreases oxygen flow, amongst other things. I wanted to help find a cause and solutions for her, so I went deep in my cardio books and found something. It saved her life.”

“I take it you and ya moms close?”

She pondered, “I’m her only child and there was a point that we were all we had. With everything we went through, we became trauma bonded.”

Kevin didn’t think he and Karis would have somewhat similar upbringings. His raising himself and later his siblings in Chicago and her being basically raised in Memphis by her mom before she met Karis’s stepdad. He had her figured out until they conversed.

It was easy to talk to each other. The conversations with one another felt familiar, as though they’d been friends for ages. With the aged feel of those conversations came the novelty of learning about one another. Karis quickly learned that Jordan and Vinessa—Kevin’s siblings—were the center of his universe. He showed her pictures of them, the smile on his face getting brighter the more he talked about them. In the same vain, Karis’s nieces and nephews (her step-sister Mary Margaret’s kids) were the lights of her life. Karis showed him the picture of her, Mary Evelyn, Luke, and Jacob at Jacob’s baptism. They were her “loaner kids” whenever she was back in Memphis.

Kevin’s gears began turning. He noticed how much Karis was active in church, based on the baptism picture and the mention of receiving Eucharist earlier this morning. He had to ask, “You Catholic?”

She huffed, “Close. Episcopalian. My mother is married to the Bishop of the Episcopal Diocese of West Tennessee. Charleta Duncan, the blackest of women, married the whitest man in all of Memphis, Patrick O’Doughtery Brown. Yet it somehow works,” she caught herself holding back a loud laugh. Kevin laughed with her.

Karis finally checked her phone, which revealed that an hour and a half had passed. Where did the time go? Karis also saw the group chat was abuzz for updates and her whereabouts. Loren and Essence were asking for Kevin’s Social Security number, while Jada asked for his dental records (ironic since she was a DDS) and most recent background check. Karis prayed an “I’m fine. Lemme have fun” reply would suffice.

The DJ had been playing 90s R&B all day. Banger after banger after banger, people found themselves dancing in between tables and singing their hearts out.

Then it happened. She heard the three piano chords and 808 beat of her favorite song, Can We Talk, and that was all she needed to hear. Karis dramatically dropped her phone on the table, hands high in the air as to submit to the beat of the song.

“Girl whatchu know bout this,” Kevin joked as he watched her dance in her seat.

She didn’t respond. Karis waited for the lyrics to start. As Tevin Campbell began to talk his shit, so, too, she began lip-syncing to the words. Kevin, also singing, scooted out of the booth. He reached out for her hand saying, “Let’s talk then, mamas.” Karis accepted his offer, sliding out of the booth.

“Lemme show you how to step,” he offered. He took her free hand into his. He began twirling heg around, while moving his feet front, back, front, side, side, left, and right. She did her own combination, surprising Kevin.

He twirled her away from him, “I thought surgeons couldn’t dance,” he pulled her back in close.

“You ain’t met one from Nawf Memphis with an uncle and aunt in Chicago, mane,” she retorted. The pair continued stepping, working in tandem with the rhythm. He maneuvered her away and close to him while still singing with her.

They sang the final bridge at the top of their lungs. Everyone else in the restaurant became a choir as they all sang aloud. As the song ended, Kevin escorted Karis back to the booth. Luckily for them, the waitress had finally appeared with their entrees. Kevin remarked about the fun he had and how ready he was to eat. Karis seconded.

As Kevin ate the sample of salmon and eggs she offered, she found the right moment to ask, “Y’know, you’ve asked a lot about me. I wanna know about you. If you don’t mind me asking, what do you do for a living?”

He choked on a piece of egg, “I’m a uh…business consultant,” he replied after gathering himself.

Her gut turned as he replied, “Is that your final answer?” He knew she knew something. Not quite that he was an undercover cop, but something.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“What’s your life goal?,” she asked without skipping a beat.

Kevin pondered, “Being a househusband.”

“You’re joking,” he wasn’t. There was a smirk held back, but he was about 45% serious.

“I mean, you’re a surgeon. Jackpot, right?,” he winked and licked his lips.

Karis re-adjusted herself, tilting her head before she spoke.

“To call yourself a househusband implies that we got married; to be married implies that we were betrothed; to be betrothed implies that were courted; to have courted implies that we went on other dates besides this one. Correct me if I’m wrong, Mr. Atwater, but it appears that you’re enjoying yourself and want to go on a another date?,” she observed as she downed her final mimosa, proud of her Sherlock-level deduction skills.

“Somethin’ like that. I do like being around you and I’d love to see you again,” Kevin offered her another bite of his chicken and red velvet waffles as he looked at her, clearly flustered at his charm and suave nature.

“I’d love a second date.”

He insisted on following her back home. He was concerned for her safety and wanted to see his date get in the house. He jogged to her door from his Hellcat, being sure she didn’t touch the handle. After the fight over the check (which she won), the least he could do was open Karis’s door. Karis usually went through the garage into the house; but since she had an audience in the foyer, it was her obligation to give them a show.

Karis led Kevin through the pathway in her front yard to the door. The rustled curtains confirmed Karis’s suspicion of nosy ass friends awaiting her arrival.

Kevin looked behind his date to see curtains rustling, “You must have someone over expecting you.”

Karis kicked the front door and adjacent wood panel, an attempt to shoo the girls away, “Oh, Kev, don’t pay they nosy asses no mind,” she said loud enough for them to hear inside. The two of you guffawed. The fact there were doctors listening to their friend’s conversation behind the door and foyer wall was so childish, yet comical. In the midst of the laughter, Kevin found her hands and held them between the two of them. Smooth fucker.

Once more, their eyes connected and simultaneously bit their lips, smitten with each other in the moment.

There was an obvious connection between the two love birds. For once, they mutually felt a sense of relief to be themselves. How is it that two strangers that met in a coffee shop by happenstance, were already so close after one brunch date? The romantic tension around them was nearly physical. It seemed as though they couldn’t be too far away from each other. Every once in a while, two people meet and in that initial meeting, it’s apparent to the Universe that they are meant for each other. They weren’t able to put their finger on it immediately, but this was Kevin & Karis. For once, they were able to enjoy someone’s company and immediately want to go somewhere else before their first date ended. They were destined.

“Karis, I really enjoyed you today. Seriously,” Kevin flashed a smile that made Karis’s feel an unfamiliar warm sensation radiate through her body.

“Same here, Kev. This was a breath of fresh air. We should do this again. Hopefully soon?”

He gently placed his large hand over her chin, peppering her lips with a meaningful, yet brief kiss, “Yeah. Real soon. I’ll holla atcha when I get to the crib?”

The sensation of his kiss, though temporary, weighed on her lips. She’d gone a hot minute without a kiss on the lips, yet his satisfied the long-ignored absence.

“Yeah,” was all Karis could muster.

He flashed one last wink before ducking into his Hellcat and driving off.

Karis couldn’t focus on getting your key into the door. Between the kiss, the cold, and the mimosas, she was literally stuck. After struggling to turn the key into the ever-moving lock, her friends were pushed out of the way by the 70+ year-old wooden door. Karis silently made her way to her usual spot on the L-shaped sofa. The girls filed into their usual seats in the den, all grinning with anticipation to ask about the date, parts seen and unseen. The minute Karis looked up, they all shrieked, startling her. “Don’t start allat bullshit, now,” Karis warned as she took her bra off, sighing in relief.

The warning went unanswered; the girls attacked their slightly buzzed friend with a group hug, to which she immediately swatted away.

“GIRL!,” Essence began, “He is FOINE AS HELL! Look at you!”

Loren added, “I gotta say, Kare, you did good. The fact I’ve never seen him before shows me that you’re real good. You gotta tell everything! I mean…ev-ver-ree-thang!”

Karis recalled what she could, from the call to the kiss. The whole time, she grinned, showing how smitten she was with Kevin. Seeing her elated made them happy. They knew the insecurity she had about being alone.

A few hours passed and everyone had returned home to get ready for work. Karis showered, did her nightly skincare routine, and prepped her work bag. Finally in bed, she turned to cut her bedside lamp off.

As if on cue, her phone buzzed. Kevin was trying to FaceTime.

“You must’ve seen me get in bed,” she jokingly answered.

Kevin chuckled, “Nah, just calling to let you know I got home 40 minutes ago. I had to help Vinessa with somethin’ and forgot to call you.”

“Oh really?,” she yawned, “Welp, I gotta be at Med at 4:45 a.m. for a surgery. Talk to you afterwards?”

“Sounds good, mamas, sounds good. Night.”

“Night, househusband-in-training,” she concluded, both laughing at her recall of their new inside joke.

Karis chuckled to herself as the sounds of crashing waves lulled her to sleep.

Kevin is going to be here a while.

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lukeevangelista · 1 year

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4 (+1) Times Something Happens to One of You and the Other Checked on the Other - Adley Rutschman

Hi.

So I’m obsessed with another rookie- well former

Above is Adley Rutschman and I said I was gonna write something so here we are. You may not know who he is, but give it a chance and maybe drop a like or a reblog 🥹

So scenario 4+5 are shorter than the rest due to me running out of ideas 😅

Please become acquainted with him because I’ll be posting about this beautiful not quite frequently- also Justin Herbert so stayed tuned

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1. Adley let out a small laugh as he watched you and Ashe, your Australian Shepherd, in the floor of your apartment, you tugging one end of the rope, your dog having the other.

“What if I just.. let go?” You looked up at Adley, who immediately let a ‘do not do that’ leave his lips.

“But imagine how funny-“

“That is our child and you will not-“

You rolled your eyes as you shook the toy in your hand.

“Don’t get mad at her if she accidentally-“

What he was going to say happened.

Ashe had accidentally bit your hand as she went for the end of the rope you were holding.

“Are you okay?” He sighed.

“Im fine! No blood!” You softly smiled as you held your hand up to show him, “besides she didn’t mean to.” You said as you petted behind her ear.

You started to play with her again as she jumped around on the floor, eventually finding a position with her butt in the air as she wiggled back and forth before letting out a bark- signaling you to throw or do something with the toy she was eyeing in your hands.

You let a devilish grin appear on your face as your dog let go and of the rope, you quickly lifting it above your head before chucking it into the kitchen- which your dog followed.

She slid on the floor, softly hitting the cabinets causing you to let out a giggle as she strutted back over to you, the rope happily in her mouth.

“I told you-“

“You didn’t say I couldn’t toss it.”

“Okay fair point.” He sighed as he let a small laugh leave his lips as Ashe jumped on the couch, snuggling next to him.

His left hand ran through her fur as his eyes looked towards you.

“My girls.”

******

“Babe? Can I come in? I have to pee.” You hollered through the closed door of your apartment.

“Yeah!” He shouted back as he turned the water off.

He was currently in the shower, fixing to get ready for another game.

He stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped tightly around his waist. He quickly dried off before tugging a pair of boxers on, him starting to brush his teeth.

You quickly did you business before washing your hands as your eyes glanced up and down his body before settling on three dark spots.

The other on his bicep.

One on his ribs.

The last one on his thigh, peeking out from under his boxers.

Adley had gotten hit by a pitch three times in yesterdays game. The last pitch to the ribs is what caused him to get benched until he could be checked out by the team doctor

They cleared him to play today as long as there wasn’t any pain, which he promised there wasn’t. You knew better. You knew he was hiding it just so he could play and help the team succeed and hopefully clinch a playoff spot.

“Your ribs look bad Ad.” You sighed as your lightly ran your thumb over it causing him to flinch.

“I’m fine babe.” He said as he pulled away, his bruised bicep flexing as he put his tooth brush in the holder before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I just think you should sit this one out.” You stated, “Your bruised up and clearly it’s sore or you wouldn’t have-“

“I said I’m fine!” Adley snapped as he whipped around tugging his shirt on.

He walked out of the bathroom, not looking back towards you. He started to feel bad as he sat down on the bed.

It wasn’t long you were walking out of the bathroom, your hair loosely curled and simple makeup on- just enough to get you through this game day.

You ignore his stares as you walked to your closet, quickly grabbing some jeans, a white t-shirt, and his jersey before slipping it all on.

“I’ll be downstairs whenever you’re ready.” You whispered as you turned around to leave your room causing him to let out a sigh.

“Wait.” He started, “Come here.”

You slowly walked over to him, his hands loosely draped around the back of your legs, his knees on either side of yours.

“I’m sorry.” He said as he looked up at you, “I really am. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. I know you were just worried.”

“I know you didn’t- I just don’t think you should play if you’re hurt Adley.” You sighed.

“Baby, I’m fine. I promise. I wouldn’t be going out there and jeopardizing our chances for a berth if I was.” He said as he softly pulled you down by the jersey that had his last name on it, “I promise I’m fine though and I do appreciate you caring so much.”

“Whatever you say Rutschman.” You rolled your eye as you pressed a kiss to his lips, “Now hurry up before you’re late.”

*******

You were currently in the kitchen, chopping up some lettuce when the knife got too close to your finger, slicing the top of it.

“Fuck!” You shouted as you dropped the knife, it hitting the floor with a clang.

You quickly grabbed a paper towel, wrapping it tightly around the wound. The cut was worse than you had realized because the paper towel was more red than white at this point.

“You okay?”

“No!”

It didn’t take Adley long to get down the stairs, him seeing you swapping the red paper towel for a fresh one. He walked over his hand grabbing yours as he grabbed the dishrag from the stove.

“Hey! That’s my good-“

“You’re bleeding. I do not care about your rag baby.” He laughed, “I will buy you 10 more.”

“I’m taking you up on that. That one matched the-“

“Stop.” He laughed as he applied tighter pressure to your hand, “Let’s get you cleaned up now.”

He guided you to the bathroom. You sat on the toilet seat lid as he unwrapped the paper towel.

“That might need stitches babe.” He sighed as he inspected it closer, “I think we should go to the hospital.”

“I’m fine- just slap a bandaid on it.” You said as you stood up, starting to rummage through the medicine cabinet, “A little Neosporin and a band aid is a cure all.” You shrugged.

“If it hasn’t stopped bleeding in 30 minutes, you’re going.” He stated as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head before spinning you around to help you wrap your hand up.

30 minutes came, 30 minutes went and you were now on your way to the hospital, Adley driving.

“I think this is stupid.” You grumbled, him rolling his eyes at you.

“You’ll thank me later.”

“We’re just going to run some simple tests on you today and then we’ll stitch your hand right up.” The doctor smiled, “because of you having a slight temperature, we want to make sure you all okay before we let you leave here.” She added once she saw the confusion on your face.

“Okay that’s fine.” You shrugged as you watched the nurse come in, her little kit sitting on the counter.

She quickly got everything ready, her fingers finding a vein, “You’ll feel a quick pinch.”

“Just do it.” You said, “Don’t tell me when you do it.” You said, having a slight fear of needles.

Moments went by as she was talking before you felt a pinch.

“Don’t jerk!” She said as she placed her hand on your shoulder, Adley holding your other hand.

She got what she needed, “the doctor will be in with your test results soon.”

You nodded.

The nurse took your blood sample out to the lab before coming back to start stitching your hand up.

It was about 45 minutes when the doctor came in, a soft smile on her face as she placed the piece of paper down on the counter.

“So I have some news.” She started, “Did you know you were pregnant?”

“Im- what?” You asked, your eyes widening and you looked towards Adley, “We- we were so careful.” You whispered.

“It’ll all be okay.” He softly smiled as he sat beside you.

“I’ll leave you two be. You can check out any time. Every thing else looked okay on your results.” She said as she walked towards the door, “Congratulations you guys.”

****

You quickly moved away from Adley, you two cuddling on the couch. You shot up, dashing to the bathroom- trying to beat the bile that was currently rising up your throat.

You slammed the door behind you before emptying your guts in the toilet.

You had gagged a couple of times before coming to the conclusion that you were done before sitting next to the toilet, your back leaning against the shower door.

You heard a soft knock on the door, seeing Adley poke his head in.

“You okay?” He asked as he slowly opened the door before walking in.

“Yeah.” You whispered as you made eye contact with him, “your child just doesn’t like whatever I ate earlier.”

“That’s my boy.” He laughed, “All that spicy stuff… well I don’t need two of you to take care of because you’ve ate your weight in hot stuff.”

“Stop making fun of me.” You stifled a laugh as he sat down beside you, pulling you into his chest, “Im the one sick here.”

“Well hopefully it won’t be long before he’s joining us.”

****

“I’m the one that just went through 8 hours of labor and you’re the one sick?” You quietly laughed as you watched your son in the little rolling bed next to your bed.

“That was absolutely insane and I didn’t not expect that.” He said as he started to look sicker by the minute.

He started towards the bathroom, you letting a chuckle out.

He came back out moments later, looking relieved as he walked over to you.

You knew he had cleaned up, mainly because he had sat all of yours and his toiletries in the bathroom the moment you all had got there.

“You feeling better?” You chuckled.

He nodded, “So much. I just didn’t expect that. At all.” He sighed as he stood next to the bed, his eyes looking over at his son before looking back at you, “I cant believe you did that.” He said as he ran his hand through your hair, “We made that.” He grinned from above you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“We made a beautiful baby Ad.”

“We sure did.”

#adley rutschman #Adley Rutschman imagine #soft thoughts w/ari #mlb imagine

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namorslutfanfiction · 1 year

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Hi Ate, I saw some your posts and I want to send you some well wishes and love to you. I hope you and your family member are doing okay 🥺

Also I want to thank you for answering my ask last night! I haven’t stopped thinking about it 🥹

I saw you have a lot of smutty requests, so I’m going to drop in some soft dom!Namor for you. Rough, hard dom!Namor is sexy, but soft, gentle dom!Namor just makes me weak and isn’t talked about enough.

Right now, I’m thinking aftercare with Namor. As a King and god, he is used to being pampered. But with you, he spoils you after sex. Whenever you try to get out of bed to clean each other up, his strong arms wrap around you and pull you back to the bed because he’s just oh so warm to cuddle with. He’d love to be the big spoon because he likes holding you. He isn’t opposed to being the little spoon, but he prefers to have you in his arms or have you face him so he can see you. In moments like these, he wants to be your husband. It takes some time, but you allow him to pamper you after sex (you can’t resist his puppy eyes, either). He’d wrap you in his warmest blankets and pepper soft kisses all over your body, especially in places he might have been a little rough like your thighs and hips.

I feel his love languages would be physical touch, acts of service, and gift giving. He finds your weight and warmth comforting when you’re asleep on top of him. He loves running his fingers over your back or petting your hair/scratching your scalp (if you have thicker and/or curlier hair). Pillow talk with Namor would be so sweet as well 🥺 I can see him reciting Mayan lyrical poetry to you. He finds it cute when you try to translate it. If he’s in the mood, he would sing to you. We dont talk about his siren song enough, and I feel he only sings to you because you are his muse, you’re the only one he’ll sing to.

Anyway I hope you like these soft smutty thoughts! I’m a little mad cos I wrote this on mobile and it crashed and deleted my original message, so I tried typing this from memory. I have to head to bed now. Have a good rest of your night! 🤍✨

Thank you tsikiting. I appreciate you and your thoughts.

He's doing better and hopefully tomorrow we can take him home.

On to the fun stuff.

Gentle Dom!Namor Aftercare

Well Namor for sure would be a Pleasure Dom. He would want you to get yours as many times as possible before he even thought of getting his.

Of course he'd make you cum so often that you'd be a weeping over sensitive mess at the end of it. Then he'd come down from his post-coital high and get so emotionally soft. Seeing his love so satisfied and overcome with pleasure would never get old.

He'd kiss you all over and start asking how you're feeling and if you're okay. All while he's checking if he left marks or bruises. Namor would get a cloth and wipe your tears while showering you in compliments.

After he has his way with you he would always make sure to clean you up gently, dress you, fix your hair and then cuddle you.

Anytime he felt like he was being too rough with you he would make sure to make it up to you the next day. Whether he gave you gifts, took you somewhere special, or just let you have control in the night he would always make it up to you.

Those were the moments you knew how much he loved you. As much as he could become a feral needy beast in bed with you, when he was finished he would care for you like you are the most precious thing in the world.

Soft dom!Namor would be such a simp for you. Kissing you any chance he got, giving you smiles and whispering naughty things to you all day. He would make all kinds of promises of how he would make you feel good while not losing his professional appearance.

#namor #namor x reader #asks #ask me #personal

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mangospams · 1 year

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I’m not sick 🥹 but now I’m limping because I’ve been in pain for 3 days. Yay….

Whatever brain rot time CEO Shoto, he’s working on a deal with this high class model let’s say. And you’ve see her a couple times even sat in on a meeting with Shoto and the model with her manager.

She’s being snarky because she thinks a good looking and rich guy like Shoto should be with someone like her. Whoops she makes a mistake of shamelessly flirting to Shoto in front of you.

“Your so good looking you could be a model yourself, it would be better if you had a wife that was just as good looking and rich.”

“My wife is beautiful thank you for noticing.”

Shoto’s not dumb he knows you were just insulted so he’s devising a plan that will ruin the model right on the spot. Publicly.

🔮-anon

Poor CEO Shotos darling can never catch a break 😭😭😭 I can even see reader maybe trying to break it off with him at some point just because it’s so much stress and worry to have so many other women hitting on him all the time (not that he would let you leave him but still)

She definitely knew that you were married to him, he is very open about it, he has photos of you all around his office and he literally never takes off his wedding ring. But she still thought she might have a shot

Shoto shuts it down so quickly, letting her know that there is no way she’ll ever even have a chance. You’re all he wants, he probably doesn’t even tell you about her wanting him because he doesn’t want you to worry 🥺🥺

Also I’m so sorry about your pain, sending you hugs and kisses so it can go away soon (hopefully) 💖

#mango answers #mango speaks #🥭🥭🥭#🔮 anon #ceo shoto au

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bambi liz i am like two seconds away from taking in a stray cat. backstory: we have strays on campus mostly from pandemic times when people got rid of their pets. last year a new cat popped up near my apartment dorm and she is so so friendly and allowed pets and rubs and at one point had a makeshift house.

but now the novelty has worn off now that we’re back from summer break and when i see her sometimes she keeps getting skinner and people have stopped feeding her and her makeshift home is gone and i don’t know where she stays when it rains and we just had a thunder storm 🥹

and the cherry on top is that i learned from my professor that she used to be a past student’s cat cause she was spayed and everything and it just makes me feel so bad.

all this to say do you have any tips on how to properly take in a stray especially on a limited budget? my roommates are offering to pitch in as well for like food and supplies but i’m thinking more along the lines of vet stuff

i just really want to help her because we truly believe she’s not gonna be healthy for much longer

considering she’s technically not a “true” stray ie a completely wild cat, makes this waaaaaaay easier. she’s apparently very friendly, used to people and is fixed so hopefully that means she’s also vaccinated (because that’s really the biggest concern with stray animals, what they may have contracted), and is probably used to being inside until she was dumped.

maybe a bit controversial to say, but cats are ridiculously easy to care for—they do most of the things themselves, you just have to provide for them.

a private litter box is pretty much an absolute to have for a cat, especially one that’s been outside (I don’t have science behind it but I swear there’s something about outside cats not liking being seen when they potty, i think it’s something that leaves them exposed for ambushes so….), a plain litter box with just a basic cardboard box around it is more than enough. and I’m not sure where you’re from but the dollar store has cheap cheap boxes and litter, like maybe $2-5 dollars, along with a scoop so. litter is probably what’s going to be the most expensive part because you have to clean it twice a day.

as for food—sometimes it’ll depend on how much of a brat she is. our outside cat is a snob, and won’t eat the cheap stuff anymore and only wants wet food, so good luck hopefully she isn’t that finicky. but again, dollar stores have cheaper alternatives, usually about $3-7 for a bag. a nice scoop in the morning and at night is all she’ll need, especially if she’s lost a lot of weight, you don’t want to overfeed her and hurt her tummy. then, you can upgrade to some “better” stuff, (i switched my cats from hard food which isn’t the best for them, think of it as like junk food for people. it’s good, yeah, but not the best. and ended up buying cans, which they like waaay more and seems to give them more energy). maybe even your people will pitch in for a nicer end wet food here or there.

toys are simple. a ball of paper will do. but again, dollar stores have really cheap packs of little puff balls and feather toys to entertain her.

something to scratch, again, even a cardboard box is pretty good. if you spray it with catnip, she’ll have a ball.

i don’t know her temperament, but no doubt she’ll need a flea bath so. you don’t have to buy expensive soaps, i always used just straight dawn dish soap. make a line around her neck so the fleas can’t get into her face and just absolutely smother her body in it—fleas won’t have a chance.

As for vets, if you said she’s fixed she’s probably vaccinated but if you could pull the money I’d get her checked out. she might have ear mites, fleas and probably ticks or something akin to that you’ll need to get medicine for.

I think that’s about it, but do keep me in the loop! i wanna know what happens and if you need any more help im here!!

#answered;

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