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the audacity to look this good is so offensive
feverishly soft
(apple x cherry)
•••
The apartment door clicked open quietly, carefully, like Cherry was afraid of disturbing something fragile on the other side.
Her arms were full.
A plastic bag looped around her wrist, another hugged to her chest, a third tucked awkwardly under her elbow. Cold medicine, soup, tea, honey, tissues, a thermometer she wasn’t entirely sure how to use properly but bought anyway. She had stood in the pharmacy aisle longer than necessary, googling things, rereading labels, wanting to get it right.
Because Apple didn’t get sick. Not really. Not like this.
Cherry nudged the door shut with her foot, whispering a soft, “I’m back,” into the quiet apartment.
No response.
She frowned slightly, shifting the bags as she stepped further inside.
“Apple?”
Still nothing.
Cherry’s chest tightened just a little, a flicker of worry pushing her forward. She set the bags down quickly on the kitchen counter, barely organized, then moved toward the living room.
And then she stopped.
Apple was on the couch.
Curled in on herself, half-buried in a blanket, hair slightly mussed, face softer than Cherry had ever seen it. There was a faint flush to her cheeks, her usual composed posture replaced by something looser, heavier.
And tucked right against her chest..?
“...Shirley Temple?” Cherry whispered.
The cat was curled up like she belonged there, perfectly content, her small body rising and falling with Apple’s slow breaths. One of Apple’s hands rested in her fur, fingers loosely curled like she’d fallen asleep petting her.
Cherry blinked.
Once. Twice.
This was the same woman who usually regarded Shirley Temple with distant tolerance at best. The same woman who would gently move the cat off her lap after a minute or two, who claimed she “didn’t dislike her” but also very clearly did not go out of her way to interact.
And now?
Cherry’s expression melted immediately.
“Oh,” she breathed, softer this time.
Apple stirred at the sound, her brows pulling together slightly before her eyes cracked open. She looked disoriented for a second, gaze unfocused, then it landed on Cherry.
“…You’re back,” she murmured, voice rough, quieter than usual.
Cherry’s heart squeezed.
“Yeah,” she said gently, stepping closer. “I went to the store. I got you stuff.”
Apple blinked slowly, like processing that took more effort than it should. Her hand shifted slightly in Shirley Temple’s fur, almost subconsciously, like she needed to keep contact with something warm.
“…Okay,” she said.
Cherry crouched beside the couch, careful, like any sudden movement might break whatever this was. Her eyes flicked between Apple and the cat, a small, almost disbelieving smile tugging at her lips.
She didn’t say anything about it, didn’t tease.
She knew better.
Instead, she reached out, brushing a few strands of hair away from Apple’s forehead. Her touch lingered there, testing the heat.
“You’re really warm,” she murmured.
Apple exhaled softly, leaning into the touch without even thinking about it.
“Mm.”
That alone made Cherry’s chest ache a little.
Apple didn’t lean, she didn’t seek. But right now?
Cherry softened completely.
“I got you medicine,” she said quietly. “And soup. And tea. And, um… like, everything I thought you might need.”
Apple watched her, eyes heavier than usual, that sharpness dulled just enough to let something softer slip through.
“You didn’t have to get everything,” she said.
Cherry shook her head quickly. “I wanted to.”
Apple didn’t argue.
Instead, after a second, she shifted slightly, her arm adjusting around Shirley Temple like she was making space.
“…Come here,” she murmured.
Cherry blinked, surprised.
“Are you sure?” she asked softly, glancing at the cat.
Apple’s expression didn’t change much, but her hand moved, reaching out just slightly toward Cherry, fingers brushing against her sleeve.
“Cherry,” she said, quieter now.
That was enough.
Cherry didn’t hesitate again. She slipped onto the couch carefully, easing in beside her, mindful of both Apple and the cat. The blanket shifted, and Apple immediately leaned into her, like it was instinct.
Like she’d been waiting for it.
Cherry stilled for a second, then slowly relaxed, her arm coming up around Apple’s shoulders, holding her close.
Apple let out a soft breath, something almost like relief, her head settling against Cherry’s chest.
“…You’re cold,” Apple murmured faintly.
Cherry huffed a quiet laugh. “You’re just really warm.”
Apple made a small, dismissive sound, but she shifted closer anyway, pressing into her like she was trying to steal the contrast.
Cherry’s fingers found her hair again, gently combing through it, slow and soothing.
Shirley Temple adjusted slightly between them, completely unbothered, now equally content nestled against both of them.
Cherry glanced down at the cat, then back at Apple, her smile small and fond.
She still didn’t say anything about it.
Instead, she pressed a soft kiss to Apple’s temple.
“I’ve got you,” she whispered.
Apple didn’t respond right away.
But her hand tightened slightly in Cherry’s shirt, holding onto her.
“Was Shirley good? When I was gone?” Cherry whispers against Apple’s temple.
Apple feigned indifference, “She wouldn’t leave me alone. It’s like she knew I was sick or something.”
Cherry smiles proudly, “She’s really smart.”
Then Apple mumbled, so softly, “She’s not all that bad,” before quickly adding, “I guess.”
Cherry bit her lip before pressing a kiss to Apple’s warm forehead, “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to her.”
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•••
The apartment always felt a little quieter before Apple got home.
Cherry tried to fill the silence by moving around, adjusting things that didn’t need adjusting. She smoothed the already flat throw blanket over the couch, shifted a candle an inch to the left, then back again. Her reflection in the darkened TV caught her eye and she stilled.
The outfit had taken an embarrassing amount of time to pick.
It was soft, fitted, just revealing enough, the hem of the top cut in a way that left the curve of her ribcage exposed. Exactly where the fresh ink sat, still slightly pink, still tender. The apple.
Cherry pressed her fingers lightly over it, biting back a grin that threatened to take over her entire face. She had been thinking about it for weeks. Planning it. Imagining this exact moment.
She bounced once on her heels, then immediately groaned at herself.
“Okay. Calm down,” she muttered, though the smile never left.
The sound of the front door unlocking snapped her upright.
Her heart jumped so hard it almost hurt.
The door opened, and Apple stepped in like she always did, composed, effortless, carrying that quiet gravity that seemed to settle the whole room the second she entered. She shut the door behind her, slipping her shoes off with practiced ease, eyes already scanning the apartment.
“Hey, babe,” she said, voice low, casual.
Then she looked at Cherry.
Really looked.
Cherry was practically vibrating.
Apple paused, one brow lifting slightly, the corner of her mouth twitching like she was trying not to smile too soon. She set her keys down slowly, gaze sharpening with curiosity.
“…What?” she asked, dragging the word out just enough to tease. “Why do you look like you’re about to explode?”
Cherry clasped her hands together, then immediately unclasped them, then laughed breathlessly because she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Okay, okay, wait,” she said, already stepping closer. “I have to show you something.”
Apple exhaled through her nose, shaking her head once, but there was warmth there, unmistakable. Fond. Familiar. She crossed her arms loosely, settling into that half-amused, half-indulgent stance she always took with Cherry.
“Alright,” she said. “Show me.”
Cherry turned slightly, fingers hooking into the hem of her top, lifting it just enough.
The movement was careful, reverent almost.
And then there it was.
A small, clean apple inked along her ribcage, delicate but unmistakable. Simple lines, intentional. Permanent.
For a second, Apple didn’t say anything.
Cherry’s stomach flipped.
Then Apple’s expression shifted.
It softened first, the sharpness melting into something quieter, something deeper. Her eyes lingered on the tattoo, taking it in, tracing it without touching. The corner of her mouth lifted despite herself.
“…You didn’t,” she murmured.
Cherry laughed, breathless, a little nervous now. “I did.”
Apple stepped closer.
Cherry held still, suddenly hyper-aware of everything, the way the air felt, the way her heart was pounding, the faint sting of the fresh ink under her skin.
Apple reached out, her fingers brushing just beside the tattoo, careful, testing. Not quite touching it fully, but close enough that Cherry felt it everywhere.
“It’s real?” Apple asked, quieter now.
“Mhm,” Cherry nodded quickly. “I’ve been planning it. I wanted it to be perfect.”
Apple let out a soft huff, something between a laugh and disbelief. She shook her head again, but this time it was gentler, affectionate.
“You’re ridiculous,” she said.
Cherry beamed. “You love it?” there was a hint of insecurity there.
Apple didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, she finally let her fingers rest lightly against Cherry’s side, right beside the ink, warm and grounding. Her thumb brushed once, careful of the tenderness, and her gaze lifted to meet Cherry’s.
There it was.
That look.
Soft, but controlled. Fond, but never overwhelming. Like she refused to give everything all at once, even when she felt it.
“…Yeah,” Apple said quietly. “I do.”
Cherry’s entire face lit up, relief and excitement crashing together all at once. “Really?”
Apple rolled her eyes slightly, but she was smiling now, unmistakably.
“Cherry,” she said, voice low, steady. “You got a tattoo of an apple.”
Cherry laughed, a little shy now under the weight of that gaze. “I know. I just… I wanted something that was yours. Always.”
That did it.
Apple’s expression shifted again, something deeper slipping through the cracks. She stepped in closer, closing the small space between them, her hand sliding more securely along Cherry’s side, careful but firm.
“You’re unbelievable,” she murmured.
But her tone had changed. Softer. Warmer.
Cherry swallowed, suddenly a little breathless again, though for a completely different reason.
Apple leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss just above the tattoo, deliberate and slow, like she understood exactly what it meant.
Cherry’s breath hitched.
When Apple pulled back, her lips brushed Cherry’s skin once more, almost absentminded, like she didn’t quite want to stop.
“…It’s cute,” she added, quieter now.
Cherry laughed, soft and giddy, her hands finding Apple’s shirt, holding onto her like she needed to anchor herself.
“Just cute?” she teased.
Apple smirked slightly, that familiar edge returning, though it was softened by everything underneath.
“Don’t push it,” she said.
But her hand stayed where it was, warm against Cherry’s ribs, thumb tracing slow, absent patterns near the ink.
“You know,” Cherry started, her voice almost sing-song-y, “You could get one too… of a cherry,” she bit her lip, hoping Apple would like that idea.
“I could, couldn’t I?” Apple ran her fingers through Cherry’s hair, loving the way she crumbled under that touch.
The blonde nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah! And then we would match, you know?”
“I’ll think about it,” Apple teased, pressing a kiss to the girl’s cheek.
Cherry smiled and accepted that gratefully with another enthusiastic nod, “Yeah, that works, just think about it!”
But Apple knew she’d do anything for Cherry, she was already thinking of the best date to get the tattoo.
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