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VERONICA WAS TRYING SO HARD NOT TO BURST INTO A FIT OF CHUCKLES upon seeing her friend’s significant other. the visuals given by the stories were too vivid, and it never really left the girl’s mind. “ i’m so sorry, jay. “ she mumbled in between laughter, shaking her head lightly in hopes of it bringing her composure back. “ anyways, i was with connor earlier. are you gonna ask about him, or it’s me you actually want to hang out with ? “ @jayrajpalan
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“You spoil me, honey,” Connor said as the two of them were led to a rather secluded table in a very fancy restaurant. They were dressed up, having planned a nice anniversary dinner before heading to see a play at the local theatre. They were celebrating the very first time they became official, back in high school. “This place is incredible,” he continued as he looked around in awe. “Okay, okay. Let’s order some wine and an appetizer before I give you my gift. Yes, I got you a gift. C’mon, sweetie, you know me.” He grinned.
Kai had spent most of the day around her studio. She was fixing things up since the building was pretty old. The building need work yes but she fell in love with it the moment she saw it. She stood on a ladder hanging a sign about the two big windows. It was just a temporary thing before she got the real sign. She always wanted her own dance studio and here it was. She had finished tying the first three parts of the sign. As she went to grab more string for the last she knocked off the spool of string. “Shit!” She muttered to herself as she watched it fall. Noticing someone walking past she called out. “Hey, you with the beautiful hair! Do you mind grabbing that string for me?” She didn’t want to climb all the way down just to pick it up.
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If he was being honest, Connor wasn’t even expecting to find such an amazing house that both he and Jay liked in such a short amount of time. After putting in the offer, it had only been a few days before Connor got the call. He couldn’t believe that they accepted the offer so soon, but the owners wanted to leave town as soon as possible. The house was theirs.
The second that Jay got home, Connor ran into their arms with an excited shout. “We got the house!” he exclaimed, kissing all over his boyfriend’s face. “Jay, it’s ours! It’s happening!”
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"Are we those couples that do matching outfits now?” Connor said playfully as he handed a drink to his boyfriend. “I mean, it’s not like I’m complaining, but you have to admit that we’re adorably gross.”
@jayrajpalan
As his boyfriend was preparing a rather romantic dinner for them after the stressful couple of weeks they’ve had, Connor slowly wrapped his arms from behind them as they stood in front of the stove. He placed his chin in the crook of Jay’s shoulder, pressing soft kisses at the back of his neck. “How’s your wrist doing, baby?” he asked quietly. “I could help with dinner.”
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Connor never thought of himself as “famous.” He was an author, not a celebrity or instagram model. However, he supposed he could call his novels pretty well-known, if he was going by the presence of the fandom online. He was never going to get used to that fact. But the fanfiction did entertain him and inspire him--seeing all these young writers putting their content out there was incredible. “Jay,” he called out, getting up from his desk and taking his laptop with him into the bedroom. “Babe, look at this,” he said, getting into bed where his boyfriend was. “Someone wrote this smut fanfic about my characters. My characters from my series...being dirty as hell. How crazy cool is that?!” He smiled wide, showing the computer screen to them.
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Sitting in the middle of his living room floor, Connor went through the shoebox he kept hidden under the bed, something he never told Jay, or even his dads. He had conflicting emotions about it for the past several months, but now that he was in a good place, he thought that maybe he could come back to it. He took out the several letters he had in the small box, addressed to him from his biological mother.
Connor remembered the bitterness he felt when he first started receiving these letters. He didn’t want to believe them. He loved his family and he didn’t care for meeting his biological parents, but these letters--the curiosity gnawed at him for months and months.
Staring at the picture that came with the most recent letter weeks ago, Connor thought he was ready to talk about it with someone, particularly with his boyfriend. The picture was from the day he was born, apparently, and his mother was holding him with an exhausted smile on her face.
He let out a sigh, wiping the tears that managed to fall down his cheeks when he heard the front door opening. “Hey, baby,” he greeted, glancing up and giving Jay a small smile.
