Hello, my mentally healthy reader!
This is a classic reader x character fanfic, though you may be wondering who this "generic catgirl" is. Well, it is very much a generic catgirl or in other words the catgirl of your dreams; from fair-haired tsunder...
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. . . . . ╰──╮╭──╯ . . . . .
You relax on the low-hanging swing, your arms resting perfectly around the chains as the soft breeze gently rocked you back and forth. The creaking of the rusty chains drowned out the sounds of chirping swallows, buzzing cicadas and the occasional rustle from trees. The sky was cleared of any clouds, leaving an empty and hypnotizingly dreamy shade of blue. Despite the many sights that the summer season provided, your focus was fixated upon your phone though the blinding rays of sunshine rendered it completely impossible to see anything. Occasionally you raised your head to look around, however this time, you simply let out a sigh. Where was she?
Today at 3:30 pm (y/n): Where are you????
Today at 3:34 pm ➷ᵈᵃʳ⁺ⓜⓐⓝⓝ:somewhere ;p (y/n): are you gonna to stand me up 0-0
Today at 3:35 pm (y/n): ...
Today at 3:36 pm (y/n): .....
Today at 3:37 pm ➷ᵈᵃʳ⁺ⓜⓐⓝⓝ: muahahha ➷ᵈᵃʳ⁺ⓜⓐⓝⓝ: just kidding, im behind you <3
You rapidly look up and around you. Maybe a little too quickly because you immediately felt the consequences.
Yet still not a person, human, homo sapien, crustacean furry, catgirl, tankie ant in sight. The strange twisted ache from your neck slowly rose into a pulsating torture machine. You groan as you rub your neck out of a) LSD addict house fly-level annoyance b) because it hurts, what else are you supposed to do lol.
Today at 3:37 pm (y/n): you lied T-T ➷ᵈᵃʳ⁺ⓜⓐⓝⓝ: L bozo + ratio + skill issue ｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
You sigh again, with a hint of frustration. She's really not gonna show up. What were you really thinking? You legit asked to meet the mutual of a mutual of a mutual of a mutual who you only started talking to a week ago You tuck your phone into your pocket dejectedly and begin to stand up. Suddenly, you feel slim arms wrap tightly around your waist and pull you back on the swing in an embrace. Looking behind, you see a concerningly cute catgirl with short flaxen hair and eyes that seemed to change between twitter-blue and heineken-green, min. 5 cm long lashes. Black hairclips with "Blockland" printed across binded her bangs to the side while the rest of hair flowed straight down her back. She wore a pair of black cargo sweatpants covered in rough, messy patchwork, a black textured crop top with a strange fix-your-posture-fix-your-life jiafei buckle contraption wrapping around her torso, a sleeveless vest with one too many pockets that seemed to be carrying three times its intended weight and thick platform swiss ks90 combat boots made to step on people 🤤🤤(okay maybe ignore that part). Fitted along her shoulders was a backpack that shared the same energy as hachikuji backpack but downsized into red bubble drawstring bag with momo's disorted face plastered onto it (prob created for nightmare fuel) . On her ngl pretty hands😳 were a pair of worn fingerless tactical combat gloves with random rips and shreds there and here and her neck, a simple black choker.
