Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 20:31:38 No.69974159 Report

Quoted By: >>69974601 >>69974892

>>69974090
I would Like more Anon/Fatima
Perhaps one where their a bit older and have been together for awhile.

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Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 20:48:45 No.69974601 Report

Quoted By: >>69974651 >>69974689 >>69974720 >>69974892

>>69974159
Anon and Fatima it is, then.
Also thanks for the kind words, anons.

Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 21:00:16 No.69974892 Report

Quoted By: >>69975071 >>69975188

>>69974159
>>69974601

>Legs are killing me. I huff and puff climbing these godforsaken apartment stairs. Long day of class weighing heavy on my limbs. I smirk a bit knowing what's waiting for me behind just a few more flights of stairs.
>It's not the nicest place but it's no skin row. I spy a few cracks on the wall as I round another flight of stairs. Been there since we moved in, not going anywhere it seems. My warning that there's only two more turns in my journey. I push onwards and upwards as my body starts to relax. Muscle tension emptying and shoulders dropping. If I didn't know better I'd swear my limbs are conspiring to drop me down the stairs, again.
>I snort a bit as I finally make it up the last few, long and empty hallway marked by doors and numbers ahead of me. Six one two. Just repeating the number in my head tingles my spine.
>I readjust my backpack once to ensure it's still there, the weight not heavier than a feather now. All senses pull towards the best part of my day.
>Key in hand and I click it into the lock, opening the door to sounds of wondrous music.
>She's at it already. Loud and joyous. Another song in the testing phase, her voice a bit unsure as she works out lyrics. Warm and bright she sings, filling the space with bliss itself.
>I can't help but eye the sound proofing on the walls near her little setup. Purple and black checkered. A little joke for myself and colors she adores.
>I quickly start to drop my backpack, moving over to the bedroom door before addressing the ptero.
>A distinct cut off from both voice and guitar tells me I'm spotted not but a few paces by. I smile and prepare for the incoming onslaught.
>Wordlessly and with the force of a bullet train she bounds off her chair, guitar gently leaned on the standing piano nearby and headphones still rattling on the rack as she slams them down roughly. Wings in fully splay and used to propel. The same routine every day for the past few months.
cont.

Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 21:10:07 No.69975188 Report

Quoted By: >>69975508

>>69974892
>I brace worthlessly. The only thing stopping her is a wall and I fear that may not be enough sooner or later. I'm tackled backwards as she slams us both into the wall, snout nuzzling into my neck and gentle vocalizations of content happiness are cooed into me as she does. I drop my bag and use my free arms to catch her as, like usual, her legs and wings come up to wrap around me as well.
>Chuckling I greet her, "Good to see you, too, Fang." Another nuzzling as I start to slide over to try to deposit us on some sort of chair or couch. I finally get words out of her as she's seemingly moved onto speech again, the motion passing.
>"You have a good day at class?"
>A bit strained but I manage to speak as I get us over to a chair near the dining room. Creaking and moaning under our combined weight, "Professor Murphy was a hardass about aquatic science as per usual but other than that, no. You?"
>I seemed to have pressed the button labeled 'excitement' again. In another flash of energy she's off into the other room, leaving me a bit winded at her seemingly endless torrent of energy. Back in she bounds, laptop in hand. It's planted on the table in front of me, open to a website. Clawed finger pointing at a number near the top.
>Takes a moment for me to focus on what I'm being shown. Snootify hits it seems and the number reads...
>"Thirty-thousand?" Ekes out of me without my consent. I lean back a bit, flabbergasted at the number. Just a few days ago she was showing me one of her songs cresting five hundred. I can't help but plant a hand over my mouth.
>She bubbles along, "Got picked up by the algorithm, I think. Trish and Reed already flipped out about it."
>I can't help but share her enthusiasm. The hard work and passion she puts in day in and day out finally having a respectable number. A fun idea comes to mind and I act on it, shooting a hand out to slap the play button.
cont.

Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 21:21:52 No.69975508 Report

Quoted By: >>69975838

>>69975188
>It's calm and slow. Pretty and soulful. A song about finding your place in life with people to prop you up along the way. As it starts I glance up to check in on her.
>Tears. For the briefest moment I consider if they might be anything but abject joy. Not a chance in the world. I slowly rise to meet her as we hug again, this time much more gently as she speaks, her voice timid and quiet.
>"For a bit there I didn't know if I'd ever see this day come. God, Anon..."
>I tuck my hands around her waist as the embrace starts to turn into a slow dance, the two of us gently weaving to and fro as the crappy laptop speakers belt out the song to the best of their ability. Her grasp grows stronger on my back as we do so, matching my leaning as she finds a strength in her arms.
>I soothe, "I always believed in you, Fang," and lean down to rest my face on the top of her head. My entire body filled with warm light as we lavish the moment.
>Another heavy sniffle as she pulls her head up to look me in the eyes. Her gaze wet and teary but face beaming wider than I'd ever seen. Happiness so massive and weighty that it's a central point of the room. Chair, table and even ceiling light all revolving around her.
>She tip-toes and I tease for a moment, hanging just a touch out of the reach of her lips. Just as she rocks back to the balls of her feet I swoop down and kiss, our lips brushing together and meeting whilst a deep passion emanates from where they touch.
>I feel her push on me, escaping the hold. "Alright I gotta get back to work. Come on."
>I put a bit of a pouty face on, not letting her leave my hands yet. "Too busy for me?"
>She smirks playfully and I feel a hand approaching my sides. Instinctively I have to pull off as she goes for a tickling to escape the grasp, laughing along with me as she prods right at my weak points.
>"Let me just finish this up, okay? Love ya, Anon."
cont.

Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 21:33:26 No.69975838 Report

Quoted By: >>69976072

>>69975508
>Gotta work on those puppy dog eyes. Nothing like she's got on her. I clear my throat as she drifts away and into the doorway, pausing to listen to what I have to say as she does.
>"You wanna go out and celebrate?"
>I notice a flit in her wings as she tilts her head to me, a half-gaze.
>She contemplates a moment, "You sure?"
>I push it a bit, "Absolutely. Thirty. Thousand, Fang. That's like, a stadium!"
>She snorts and turns, arms folded as she leans in the doorway, smirking at me. "Alright you win, but seriously I have to at least finish this. You wanna come watch?"
>I can't help but agree, nodding as I watch her face light up. She moves to go again and I take the moment to deposit the backpack in our little bedroom.
>Wall-to-wall posters of bands I couldn't even name the genre of. Clothes lazily draped around with dresser coated in everything imaginable. It screams at me one word.
>'Home'
>I'm pulled from my stupor as I hear Fang start up the backing instruments. I stretch once more before returning to the living room to see her in her spot, foot tapping a beat as she scribbles on a piece of paper, quietly mouthing something.
>I move over, dropping myself onto the couch nearby and watch her work her magic. She smiles at me with a side glance as she goes back to her work. Count, mouth, scribble, strum. It's a strange but calming pattern that's quickly broken as she moves into testing the song out again. I listen, enraptured.
>Slowly I fade into the mood of the song, kicking into a deep and powerful tone. Instruments blending together to wash me in a feeling of release, of some knot of doubt and worry held too long finally unraveled.
>The lyrics begin as she sings, almost melancholy. It's a strange mix but the message couldn't ring truer as I listen.
cont, one more.

Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 21:41:45 No.69976072 Report

Quoted By: >>69976099 >>69976107

>>69975838
>It's almost a lamenting of worry lost. Of time spent fretting and working. The way she tells the story of her emotions, of her slowly relaxing nerves whisks me right into her head. I watch as the cascades of doubt and anxiety crash and fall, blossoming into a bright and colorful field of flowers. A warm sunlight caressing the entire dreamy thought.
>Her tone slowly ramps and peaks, from cool and thoughtful to powerful and driven. All the gushing and torrential flow from the melting of her hangups falling into the song like a waterfall. I can't help but let it wash me away in a sea of emotion. Pride, joy and content all settle inside me as I share the moment.
>Finally the song winds down and I return with her to the apartment, our little foray into her soul cut along with the backing.
>I find myself having to wipe my face before I can focus on her fully, her expectant gaze asking for my opinion.
>Clear as day, a single word cuts through any others.
>"Beautiful."
>And here she comes again. No holds barred this time and sure enough she even manages to tilt the couch backwards. She lets out a startled 'eep' as we roll backwards and slam onto the ground with a large 'thud.'
>A quick moment of silence before we both simply break into a fit of pure unbridled belly laughter. Both of our bodies rattling as we embrace and giggle.
>For the briefest moment a strike of clarity hits me. A thought that this moment, right now, is one to never forget. I accept it fully and let the laughter scribe into every atom in my body how I feel. The fullness of being and warmth of love. It spills from me as I take it all in, escaping through my mouth.
>"Love you, Fang."
>"Love you too, Anon."

Fin. Hope you enjoyed. I'll try to be in semi-regularly but can't promise anything. Was fun and hope to do this again soon, /snoot/