.•° ✿ | oc oneshots

*:･ﾟ★ | always forever

concept; irene comes back from a cold night at work, happy to see april once again.

mature content warning; swearing, a lot of fluff, mention of nsfw

word count; 2400 (jesus fuck abbie)

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the night was almost iced over. this statement applied in both a literal and metaphorical sense. outside, the temperature was threatening to drop below freezing, barely balancing into negatives, and time itself felt so exhaustingly long. though, this is what time felt like every friday night for aprene.

to put it simple, friday nights were when irene had to attend her nightly shift at the bar.

sadly, it was required these shifts were fulfilled. irene would lay mindlessly at the end of her bed, maundering and ranting about how much she desired to just stay home, stay with april and binge a probably unhealthy amount of food, resting a hand on her forehead and praying to never step foot in that place again. however, she knew matters would worsen if she didn't comply.

despite her constant resistance, april would always manage to convince her to attend and get it finished with as soon as possible. it was the same little conversation every friday evening, april gently running her fingers through her girlfriends' hair and attempting to sweet-talk irene to give it her all out there and make her proud. of course, irene couldn't ever say no to such a soft smile and delectable tone, especially from her. april couldn't be demanding even with her best efforts, but her support felt enough to get her up in the mornings.

deep down, april dreaded the times when she left too.

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she glanced at the analog clock; 1:22am.

april had been idly resting on the sofa in the living room since the moment irene had set foot out of the house. her legs were delicately sprawled out, laying across the entirety of it with a silk blanket lazily thrown over the girl, and her head was placed upon a velvety pillow to keep her posture dolly. opposite her, the television spoke slurring words and static, the screen portraying some picturesque scene from an old cartoon. it was hard to decipher exactly what it was from, but either way, april wasn't paying much attention to it.

upstairs, you could hear the faint strumming of strings emitting from cam's guitar upstairs, making a melodic tune followed by a faded-out singing voice. it was peaceful to listen to, and thank god it was their acoustic guitar, as one strum from their electric one would've woke the whole house up.

april's expression was dim, almost bored as she repositioned herself on the sofa; she was dressed in irene's oversized, grunge sweater that fell down to her mid thighs, blanketing over her hands in the process. her hair was nothing but sullied. it was tied in long pigtails, knowing her energy had depleated before she could bother to braid them. on the coffee table, a small, lilac flame of a candle was twirling and twisting, burning for days on end yet the wick was still somehow alive. outside, it was frosty, and had persisted this way eversince winter began, which is why the candles have been burning eversince they were lit.

she was waiting for irene to return.

listening to the clock tick subtly second by second, april took a fistfull of the sweaters' material, pulling it up to her nose and breathing in the slight lingering scent. it smelt like home, it was addicting, inhaling the scent again and again and again-

she missed her. she missed irene finch, and her attachment to her was blatantly obvious. the small influx of tears that would well up in the girls eyes every once in a while as the vulnerability awakened, and the flicking of her finger through every memory she can find of them on her phone, waiting. waiting.