Modern Monsters

Fia the Selkie

Male Reader x Female Monster (both cis)

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Crumpled bills and loose change were a pain in the ass to deal with, but you had never been so relieved to see them. You pulled them from inside the tip jar, smoothing out bills and leaving the coins for last. The cafe was closing up and the lights dimmed just as you folded up the last bill and stuffed them into your wallet.

Gigi, the manager of the cafe approached you as she shrugged on a jacket. "Hey, why don't you go out with us tonight? We're all piling up in Morgan's van and going down to the Singing Shanty."

You dumped the coins into your hand then shoved the mound into your pocket before any coin could dislodge and roll away. "Sorry, I can't tonight."

Her eyebrow cocked up high. "It's the Singing Shanty on a thursday night, there is literally not going to be a soul there."

You shook your head. "I wouldn't mind getting a drink, but I really should be getting home. I've uh..." You hesitated to say the truth as you know it would bring another line of questioning.

Unfortunately, Gigi had known you since you were both kids and attended Black Forte Elementary. "What's going on, dude? You've been a bit squirrely the past couple of weeks."

"Aren't I always squirrely?" You tried to laugh it off.

Gig's jaw was firmly set and her brow was raised as she looked up at you. "You've been rushing home every night, and usually you head to the beach or something. You said you hated your apartment, so I don't know why you'd be rushing home." Her eyes widened and she gasped. "Unless-"

"Unless what?" You scoffed.

Gigi leaned in close. "You shacking up, dude?"

All you had to do was look at her and she knew.

"You've got a girlfriend?" She was awestruck. Which wasn't wrong of her, you hadn't dated much at all, and the last time you did was an embarrassingly long time ago. "Since when? Who is she?"

You hushed her as you saw some of the others start coming out from the back. "It's new, and it's not shacking up or anything. It's just hard to explain."

"She's not an asshole is she?" Gigi then took on a pissed expression. "You better not be back together with Angela."

"No!" You argued.

"Good, because if you were I'd be destroying a bitch." Gigi turned as the rest of the staff gathered at the door, waiting for her to do the locking up. "I'm not done with you," she said threateningly before turning away.

You sighed heavily. "I know."

Along with the rest of the staff you filed out the door, going the opposite direction of them. You hike up your guitar case onto your shoulder as you walk down the sidewalk, rushing between street lamps. Your apartment wasn't that far away, and as you rounded the corner you could already see the lights were on. You sighed heavily, steeling yourself for what you were going to walk in on.

As you reached the door you flinched and quickly reached into your jacket pocket, producing a ring. You slipped it back onto your ring finger and opened the door.

"Fia?" You called out. "I'm home!" You set your guitar case down and began removing change from your pocket and into the jug by the door.

"Welcome back, darling!" Fia stepped into the hallway with a bright smile on her face. "How was work?" She was wearing a t-shirt of yours and only that t-shirt.