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4. "no, we're not doing that" | Ari Lennox x Reader
Summary: Has living with your new girlfriend tested your limits—or opened your heart?
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, fluff
Word Count: 737
A/N: And we're back for Fictober with Day 4! How do y'all feel about me expanding my fictional universe? Feedback always appreciated <3
Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world
You sat cross-legged on the couch, cradling a warm mug of tea. The soft patter of rain against the window created a gentle rhythm, almost lulling you into a state of calm. But that peace shattered when the front door swung open, letting in a gust of wind and the unmistakable chaos of Ari.
She stumbled in, soaked to the bone, her dark curls clinging to her face as she shook them out, sending water droplets across the room. Her oversized hoodie dripped onto the floor, and despite the mess, she was laughing—a sound that tugged at something inside you, even as your frustration began to build.
Before you could say anything, you noticed the small movement in her arms. At first, it looked like she was just adjusting her grip, but then a tiny head popped out from under her hoodie. A puppy, no more than a few months old, squirmed against her chest, its blonde fur slicked with rain. Big brown eyes blinked up at you, wide and innocent.
“Look who I found outside!” Ari’s voice bubbled with excitement, her melodic voice carrying through the room. “I couldn’t just leave him, could I? Poor thing was just sitting there, looking up at me like this.” She tilted her head, mimicking the puppy’s wide-eyed stare.
You blinked, a knot tightening in your chest. “Ari, it’s pouring out there. Do you want to get sick again?” You set your mug down, trying to steady the wave of irritation rising inside. It wasn’t just the rain, or the puppy—it was everything. The clutter, the late nights, the sense that your space was no longer yours. What had started as a temporary stay while she looked for a new place had turned into months, and now she was bringing home stray dogs.
Ari stepped closer, water pooling around her feet. She held the puppy out for you to see, her eyes shining as she smiled. “Would you rather I left him in the cold? We have to let him stay!”
You stared at the tiny creature wriggling in her hands, your resolve weakening despite yourself. “No,” you sighed, pressing a hand to your forehead. “we’re not doing that. Look at this place—it’s already a mess.”
Her smile faltered, and for a moment, she looked almost hurt. But she quickly masked it, holding the puppy closer to her chest. “He doesn’t take up much space,” she said softly. “And I could clean up more, if that’s what you need.”
Your frustration flared again. “It’s not just the cleaning. I can’t handle this... this chaos. You keep leaving things everywhere, and now you want to add a dog? It’s too much, Ari.”
She bit her lip, shifting her weight. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. But I love it here. With you.” Her voice had softened, and for once, she wasn’t smiling. “I just thought… maybe he could increase the happiness even more.”
The words hung in the air, heavy and uncomfortable. You rubbed your temples, trying to find the right response. She wasn’t wrong. You did love her energy, her warmth—but it was overwhelming, suffocating even. Still, you couldn’t deny the flicker of guilt creeping in.
You let out a slow breath. “Fine,” you said, your tone more resigned than anything. “We can keep him… for now. Until we find him a proper home. But that’s it. And he’s not chewing my shoes.”
Ari’s face lit up, her grin wide and infectious. “You won’t regret it! I promise.”
As she scooped the puppy back into her arms, cradling it gently, a small part of you softened. The rain continued to fall outside, but somehow, the room felt a little warmer. Maybe the mess wasn’t the real problem. Maybe it was the fact that, deep down, you knew Ari was wiggling her way into your life, just like the puppy. And no matter how much you resisted, it was starting to feel like she wasn’t going anywhere.
You glanced at her, rolling your eyes with a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Just don’t let him take over the apartment.”
“Oh, no promises,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “But I have a feeling he’ll fit in just fine.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension melting away. For now, the chaos felt manageable. And maybe, just maybe, it was starting to feel like home.
