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Anonymous Sat 27 Jul 2024 15:31:26 No.67752240 Report

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Hey Snootbros. New greenwriter here. Enjoy some Tiffany fluff.

>Your day today was nothing of note.
>Nothing all that special happened. You managed to crawl out of bed, pull on your uniform, and even got to work on time.
>Flipping burgers at the local banana stand wasn’t exactly what you saw yourself doing at this age, but it helps pay the bills and it doesn’t suck too bad, so whatever.
>At least you don’t have to actually deal with any shitty customers.
>After your shift ended you caught the evening bus back to your apartment, showered, swapped back into your normal clothes and took up occupancy in your normal spot on the couch.
>Your apartment is small. Just one bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen and a living space with a second-hand TV and third-hand sofa, but it’s clean, comfortable, and affordable.
>You’re more than happy to call it home.
>Time ticks by uneventfully as you engage in your normal after-work ritual of bouncing between shitposting on your favorite underwater squirrel wrestling image board and having your sanity chipped away via Slither dot com.
>You’ve really got to get better hobbies. You take a glance at the clock in the corner of your phone’s screen.
>7:59 pm
>Watching the colon blink away the seconds, you begin a muttered countdown.
>Five…four…three…two…one…
>Just as the display changes to 8:00, you hear the familiar sound of the doorknob rattling as a key is inserted into the lock. A sly grin spreads across your face.
>Just like clockwork.
>Your very important activities draw your attention back to your screen. You have no idea what anime this guy’s waifu is from, but his taste is shit and it is very important that he knows it.
>The door quietly clicks as it opens and closes on the other side of the room.
>“Hey, Tiff, how was work today?” you ask as you begin scrolling for the best image to attach to your pithy comment.

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Anonymous Sat 27 Jul 2024 15:34:19 No.67752291 Report

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>>67752240
>Normally, Tiffany would respond to your greeting with an enthusiastic recounting of every single thing that happened to her during her day of interning as an advertising specialist at Instaspam.
>The exuberant azure T-rex can go on for at least an hour covering everything that occurred. Starting with what the pigeons at the bus stop were up to. Describing her meal for her 15 minute lunch “break”. Going over the meetings she attended in exhaustive detail, and finally wrapping up with whatever viral trend the company wanted to push this week.
>You couldn’t make heads nor tails of any of the marketing jargon she used and you often unintentionally started zoning out about halfway through her day, but it made her happy to talk about it and that’s what matters.
>Today, however, the question was only greeted with silence.
>Peeling your gaze up from your phone, you turn a confused look towards the door. “Babe, you there?”
>Your normally well-kept girlfriend is standing just inside the door looking like she had just been caught in a tornado.
>Her hair is frazzled and unkempt as if she’d been running her hands through it non-stop all day. Papers haphazardly stick out of the top of her satchel after having clearly been stuffed in there without a second thought. The dark teal cardigan she wore is extremely wrinkled and there’s a tear in one of her stockings.
>But the thing that concerns you the most is the faraway, worryingly exhausted expression on her face.
>Tiffany’s eyes are closed and her mouth is set in a tired, deadpan line. You could see fatigue drawn into every contour of her face; aging her by at least a couple of years.
>That can’t be good.

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Anonymous Sat 27 Jul 2024 15:35:56 No.67752319 Report

Quoted By: >>67752383 >>67752638

>>67752291
>Stuffing your phone into your pocket, you make a mental note to check back in on the thread later. Right now, this is far more important.
>Turning your undivided attention towards your significant other, you softly ask, “Tiff, you alright?” You can hear the concern etching your voice.
>No response. Completely unmoving and eyes still closed she just stands there. Her silence weighs heavily in the air of the apartment you both call home. You can see her nostrils dilate and contract as she takes slow, measured breaths.
>You aren’t certain if she’s trying to keep herself together or entirely vanish from the face of the planet.
>You gently tease her, “Teef, is everything okay? Did something happen at the office?” She always complains and gets adorably huffy at your little pet name for her, so you only resort to it sparingly. But, in your efforts to draw out some kind of reaction you figure drastic times call for drastic measures.
>It works, but only a little bit. The sweet-hearted saurian didn’t start complaining or get exasperated like she normally did. Instead, with a deep huff, she slumped her shoulder and let her satchel fall to the ground; the thick pleather bag hitting the floor with a solid ‘thump’.
>Better, but still not good. She’s still not talking.
>Suddenly, everything clicks for you. Your eyes flick down towards the burgundy satchel for a moment, the sight of all of the normally well-organized folders and papers jutting out at odd angles allowing you to put together the pieces of the puzzle in fairly quick order.
>A small frown overtakes your face as you ask the question you’re pretty sure you know the answer to. “How’d the presentation go?”
>Tiffany makes the first sound you’ve heard from her since she returned home; a small, dejected whine that causes your heart to sink.

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Anonymous Sat 27 Jul 2024 15:38:59 No.67752383 Report

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>>67752319
>Before you have a chance to ask anything else, your crestfallen girlfriend trudges towards the sofa; her eyes still closed. Her steps are slow but she still covers the room in just a few strides.
>Knowing exactly what is about to happen, you scramble to pull the throw pillow you’ve been sitting on out from underneath you.
>You barely manage to set it into your lap before Tiffany reaches the sofa and collapses into you face-first. Her chin lands squarely on the plush pillow in your lap; the rest of her body limply sprawls across the seat cushions while her feet and the end of her tail are propped up on the opposite armrest.
>Quietly releasing a sigh of relief, you thank Raptor Jesus that you were able to get the pillow set up in time. The last time she’d done this she left a bruise on your thigh that took a week to heal.
>Reaching down, you delicately lift her glasses from her eyes and put them on the end table before placing your hand in her beautiful, brunette hair. Looking at her still closed eyes, you don’t think she’d been crying, but she was definitely disheartened.
>“It didn’t go well, did it?”
>“Mmmmm…” she acknowledges your statement with a low, affirming grunt.
>Your heart breaks for her. She’d been working so hard on that presentation for the past two weeks. Sleepless nights going over analytics and charts and a dozen other things that flew well over your head. Weekend evenings spent pouring over research and putting together the best pitch she possibly could.
>She had practiced her speech with you several times. She had timed herself, smoothing out the smallest details, and making sure that everything was absolutely perfect.
>You remember how excited she had been as she’d left the apartment early that morning. This had been Tiffany’s moment to shine. To prove that even though she was young and inexperienced she could handle herself just as well as anyone else in the Instaspam offices.

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Anonymous Sat 27 Jul 2024 15:41:10 No.67752423 Report

Quoted By: >>67752463 >>67752638

>>67752383
>Seeing how downcast your sweet tyrannosaurus is now, you badly wish that you’d done more than drowsily wish her luck and give her the normal morning kiss on the cheek.
>Maybe you should’ve crawled out of bed early and made her breakfast or something. You don’t know that it would’ve changed anything, but it still weighs on you.
>“I’m sorry. You wanna talk about it?” you ask as you push your fingers through her smooth hair and start rubbing the back of her neck.
>“mmmmm…” another low grunt, this time the tone decidedly in the negative. Better to not prod.
>“Okay.”
>You knew your adorably dorky girlfriend. Right now she doesn’t want to be babied or coddled. She just wants to take a couple of minutes and let the day dissipate from her memories like a bad dream.
>But you’re her boyfriend, dammit, and when she’s had a bad day, you’re entitled to pamper her at least a little bit.
>You continue your ministrations. Pressing the tips of your fingers firmly into the tough muscles of her neck you can feel the tight knots of stress just beneath the surface. You move your fingers in slow, deliberate circles; methodically hunting down and working out the bunched up cords of tension that had built up.
>With each taught bundle you manage to undo, Tiffany releases a soft, happy huff. You can feel the strain bleed out of her body by the minute. Her formerly stiff posture slowly transforms into a looser, more relaxed one as she melts onto the comfortable cushions.
>Moving your hand from the back of her neck, you press and rub your fingers around until you’ve worked your way under her jaw. It only takes you a moment to find what you're looking for. A small, familiar spot, right where her jaw meets her skull.
>You gently scratch at that spot; the little bumps and ridges of her skin as well-known to you as the back of your own hand.
>It only takes a second to get the result you were looking for.

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Anonymous Sat 27 Jul 2024 15:43:36 No.67752463 Report

Quoted By: >>67752507 >>67752638

>>67752423
>Your exhausted girlfriend releases a low, happy hum that causes the whole sofa to rumble. Her tail lightly thumps against the armrest.
>You look down at Tiffany’s soft face. Her eyes are still shut and those lines of fatigue are still there, but you can make out just the faintest ghost of a smile on her lips now.
>The silence in the apartment has transformed from a dense blanket of doubt and distress into one of rich, lustrous comfort as the two of you remain like that for several minutes. You alternate between massaging her neck and scratching that spot. Occasionally, you’ll reach up and give her temples a gentle rub. The entire time, she keeps her head in your lap and breathes deeply. Content in your care.
>After a while, you decide to break the silence, asking, “You wanna watch a movie?”
>Tiffany takes a couple of seconds to answer. “Mmhmmm…” Alright, that was a yes. Progress has been made.
>“Anything you wanna watch in particular?”
>Waiting for her answer, you watch as she works her jaw back and forth. You know she’s using her tongue to count the back of her teeth. A cute little habit she has that comes out whenever she’s thinking.
>“mars attacks,” she mumbles. As she says it, she cracks open one morning glory-blue eye and looks up at you hopefully.
>The two of you have cuddled on this couch and watched that movie more than a dozen times by now. Tiffany absolutely adores the goofy Bim Torten science fiction film, but you were never really a fan of Torten to begin with. Every time she wants to watch the movie she gets really nervous that you’re not enjoying yourself.
>You could never say no to her. Not tonight and especially not when she’s looking up at you with that endless aquamarine eye.
>“Mars Attacks!, coming right up,” you say, giving her a reassuring smile.

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Anonymous Sat 27 Jul 2024 15:46:00 No.67752507 Report

Quoted By: >>67752553 >>67752638

>>67752463
>With one hand on your girlfriend’s long, muscular neck you use your off-hand to fumble around for the remote. Once you have it, you turn on the TV and switch over to Netstix. The cheesy sci-fi comedy has been a staple of your ‘Favorites’ tab for well over a year now, so it doesn’t take long to find it and get the movie rolling.
>As the opening credits start, Tiffany kicks off her flats and rolls onto her side, pulling her legs off of the arm rest and curling them onto the old but comfortable sofa cushions. She rotates her head so that she’s facing the television, her cheek now resting against the pillowtop. Her head never leaves your lap.
>Pulling out your phone, you open up the GruberEats app and order the two of you dinner. You confirm your purchase of a two-piece Kentusky Fried Chicken combo for yourself, a whole Kentusky Fried Chicken for Tiffany and settle in for the movie.
>“Hey…”
>The word was quiet but unexpected, so you can’t help but jolt in surprise. Glancing down, you see that the beautiful blue saurian has turned her head just enough to stare up at you. Both of her eyes are hooded with tiredness, but that ghost of a smile you saw earlier is just a little more visible now.
>“Hey, what’s up, Tiff?” you ask. Secretly, you allow a small piece of ego within you to brace yourself for a ‘Thank you’ or some other affirmation of what a wonderful boyfriend you are.
>She taps a single finger under one of her eyes. “Glasses.”
>Oh
>Mentally kicking yourself for allowing your pride to get the better of you, you give Tiffany an awkward smile and hand her the thin, cute spectacles. “Sorry.”
>Not another word is spoken between the two of you as you watch the aliens land on Earth and immediately start causing problems. One of your hands is resting on the arm rest, the other is placed on the shoulder of the love of your life.

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Anonymous Sat 27 Jul 2024 15:48:10 No.67752553 Report

Quoted By: >>67752624 >>67752638

>>67752507
>Just as Congress is being vaporized by blasts of green and red, there’s a knocking at the door. “Dinner’s here,” you announce.
>“Mmhmmm,” your comely nerd acknowledges the statement but doesn't so much as turn her gaze from the TV.
>“I’ve, uh-I’ve gotta go get it. Remember what happened the last time it got left on the doorstep?”
>“Mmhmmm.”
>“...that means I have to get up, Tiff.”
>She squirms a little bit, pressing her head more firmly into the lap pillow. If she wants to, she can keep you in that seat all night and there isn’t a thing you can do to stop her.
>“But I really don’t want you to. I want you to stay right here.” An eyes swerves up to look at you almost pleadingly.
>Your heart swells with love for this big blue blockhead. “Okay, then I’ll stay right here and you can go get it.”
>Tiffany turns and looks at you again, her hand reaching up to hold onto yours and giving it a soft squeeze. “But I really don’t want to do that either…”
>Lacing your fingers with hers, you return her squeeze with your own. Bending forward, you plant a kiss just on the tip of her snout. You watch her cheeks turn that lovely shade of pink you’ve come to adore. “Food’s getting cold, Teef. That is, if it hasn’t been stolen already. I promise I’ll be right back.”
>An exasperated smile spreads across her face. She has the most lovely smile you’ve ever seen. The kind of smile you would be happy to lose yourself staring at forever.
>“I’ve told you how much I hate it when you call me that,” she mutters.
>You plant another kiss on her, this time softly pressing your lips against hers. The shade of her cheeks immediately shifted from a rosy pink to a deep, radiant scarlet. “I know, and you can tell me again as soon as I get back.”
>With a huff, she finally relents and lifts her head from your lap just enough for you to be able to wriggle out from under her.

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Anonymous Sat 27 Jul 2024 15:52:07 No.67752624 Report

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>>67752553
>You start to stand. “I’ll only be a secAHHHH!” As soon as you put pressure on your legs they buckle under you and you collapse to the floor. You lay there in a daze for a moment before you realize what happened.
>Both of your legs are asleep and now the feeling is starting to creep back into them. The pins and needles pricking at your legs cause you to wince.
>As you try and rub some life back into the useless appendages, you hear it.
>The most beautiful sound in the world.
>Her laughter.
>Your day was nothing of note, but as long as it’s spent with Tiffany it’s something blissful.

Fin

Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I love Tiffany very much and want to make her blush by holding her hand.