The door slams, and your boyfriend groans his misery. Checking your bare wrist, you’re surprised it’s five-thirty already.
“How was work, kitten?” you ask.
He unslings his leather satchel on the boot stand as he kicks his slip-resistant shoes off. “You already know the answer to that question,” he rumbles, tearing his uniform hat off and hurling it at the coat stand like a frisbee. It misses and falls onto the floor, as usual.
“Come here,” you invite, stretching out on the sofa and patting your lap. His expression seems to brighten as his pointed ears perk up, and he stalks over to the couch and curls up next to you, his head in your lap. Immediately you start entangling your fingers in his rough tawny fur, scratching and rubbing away until he’s purring away like a sweet little kitty cat.
He purrs like a cat, because he is a cat. In fact, he’s a humanoid cat monster. It’s only been a year and a half since he surfaced from the Underground, along with the rest of the monsters who had been locked away for a thousand years. You’ve already been together half the time.
He was a part-time employee for your favourite greasy Chinese food place, and you were just stopping by for the usual when you saw him working at the till. You made a joke about how many hairnets he had to wear on his head, face, neck, arms, tail, etc., and his stoic expression broke for just a second. He mumbled something about it only being his second day. With that in mind, you easily forgave him when he got confused about counting your change when you hadn’t even handed him your money yet.
“Burgie baby, what would you like for dinner?” you soothe.
“Oh. Uh,” he fidgets. “I brought stuff home.”
So that explains the delicious smells coming from the front entryway. “Is it in your bag?”
“Yeah,” he snuggles closer.
“… I don’t wanna move,” he nuzzles into you. The very end of his tail starts bobbing up and down happily.
You chuckle warmly at that, secretly hoping that whatever container it’s in isn’t leaking into his leather bag. “Can you give me a preview?” you ask.
“Uh… Beef and broccoli, chow mein, and I think I grabbed some cold chicken balls too,” he counts them off with a paw. You grab it with your available hand, massaging your fingers into the soft warm pads.
“Sound delicious,” you smile.
Sitting there petting him for a minute or two longer, your stomach finally rumbles and betrays you.
“Oh. I guess you’re hungry,” he realizes.
He shifts to sit up, and you whimper at the loss. “No it’s okay. Lemme get that.”
“Can I eat yet?” you whine.
“Not yet. Keep your eyes covered, okay?”
You sigh into your wrists. He’d asked you to cover your eyes while he shuffled around you. What is he doing?
Finally, he sits down next to you, and you can practically feel the nervous energy radiating off of him. “… Okay. You can open your eyes now.”
You remove your hands from your eyes, and then bring them down to your mouth to giggle into.
“… What?” he huffs anxiously, scratching behind one of his ears.
In front of you he’s set up one of the small folding tables for eating in front of the TV, with a plate of food he’s laid out for you, with a fork and knife. Next to the dinner plate, is a much smaller plate with a slice of cake from your favourite bakery, and an unwrapped fortune cookie tucked in next to it.
“What’s the occasion?” you ask, nodding to the fancy cake.
“Um,” he starts, rubbing his neck and folding his ears back. You can almost see his nervous sweat forming under his fur. “I guess, we’ve been together nine months now? And, uh, I read online about ‘monthaversaries’, I think they’re called. So, I figured that might be important, or something.”
This fuzzy nerd. “Jeez,” you chuckle, giving him a playful pat on his leg. “Most people don’t actually do that past high school,” you inform him.
“Well, you’re the only girl I’ve ever really dated at all, let alone this long… I figured it might count?” he says, flashing you his classic dorky grin.
You lean into his side and he happily brings an arm around your shoulders. Nuzzling into his fur, you breathe happily into him. “This is really nice. Thank you baby.”
“Eheh, you’re welcome,” he shyly replies.
“Hey, what about the other eight months?” you charge playfully, poking him in the chest.
“There’s a whole cake in the fridge,” he informs you. “Well, down one slice, I guess.”
Here ya go :D This was fun, thanks for sparking my creativity tonight! And yes, I absolutely have to do all kinds of relationship establishing stuff - It’s in my nature :)
If you want to fic swap, I guess I’d really like to see Reader catching any AU Sans doing something embarrassing that isn’t masturbation or porn. Something fluffy. Maybe he has a stamp collection, maybe he’s into superhero comics, or even kid’s cartoons - Something he’d be shy about that is actually cute in retrospect. It’s yours to do what you will with it :)
