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#anyways no romantic exciting news but baby steps baby steps
13eyond13 · 1 year
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Update on trying to be less lowkey about being gay at work. I told one of my bosses I'm "not straight" and i got a rainbow thingy to stick on my phone
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cheeseceli · 6 months
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First Relationships
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pairing: skz ot8 x gn!Reader (individually)
genre: fluff
request: i rlly like ur writing style and i immediately thought of you when i was being delulu over first relationships, so i thought about requesting how skz would react when they discovered they're the first person u dated! im sorry if it's confusing haha <3
warnings: tooth roofing fluff, not proofread
a/n: thank you!! ngl i was delulu when writing this lmao. hope u like it <3
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Bang Chan
So patient, it's crazy
Will never rush anything
Everything's at your pace
Hell, if you think it's too early for even holding hands, that's okay
He would always wait for you
And also, your comfort comes first
Always asks how you're feeling throughout whatever you're going through
Sorry but he 100% babies you as well
He finds you adorable
but tbh he'd do that anyways, the fact that it's your first relationship doesn't matter much in this case
Lee Know
Two scenarios
Will tease you relentlessly, no matter what you do
or
will be extra shy
but he'd also be so excited
it's like your little adventure and you two get to experience everything together
Technically it is but still
like, dates?
He is always so happy to take you to places
Anniversaries?
Even better
My man is just so happy to be there with you
Changbin
My man's honoured
He knows how perfect you are, and he knows you had a lot of options and opportunities before
So to think that you chose >him<
As I said, honoured
Besides spoiling you and treating you like royalty, he'd be really scared of messing up
But calm him down, say you love him and his confidence comes back at total strength
Would never even dare to rush you as well
His patience is also something that must be highlighted
Whatever it is, he will always wait for you to be ready
Hyunjin
The true romantic
He said once that he'd rather be someone's last love than the first one
So to think that he could be both your first and last love
He's so honoured
And giddy
But naturally he will be also really nervous at times
Forgive him if at times it seems he's the one that never had a relationship before
But it's true that it's his first time experiencing love so full like this
Han
There are two possibilities
He'll be pretty confident and maybe even kind of cocky
Will do the "I wonder who taught you how to kiss so well" knowing damn well it was him, sorry
Or
He will be extremely shy
You would even think it's his first relationship
In most cases, he is both at the same time
His duality is insane
Truly scared of messing up
But he is as always, trying his best
Everytime you're nervous he can handle the situation while being calm and humorous
We love him
Felix
He's a bit excited
A bit too excited
You know that Aladdin's song "Whole New World"?
He'd use it to describe your relationship
And he is the cutest
He's just so happy to be there :(
Everytime your relationship takes a step forward and you trust him a bit more, he becomes the happiest man in the world
He's truly grateful to have your trust
Needless to say, he will also always prioritise your comfort
Just say the word and he will do (or not do) whatever you'd like
Your wish is his command
Seungmin
Tries to no make a big deal out of it (kinda fails)
He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable by any means
So overall, he'll act normally
but he'd go as slowly as he can, trying not to scare you off
Scared of words as well
He doesn't want you to feel forced to reply something like "ilyt"
But one thing that is really cute is how he'll always talk you through it
Everytime you are doing something that is considered your first, like first date, first kiss etc
He always asks you if you like it and if you wanna keep going on
the kindest fr
I.N.
Truly, I don't think there'd be much of a difference
He'd be more careful and delicate when the occasion asked for it
but overall that'd be it
Similar to Seungmin, he'd try to not make a big deal out of it
He'd never admit, but sometimes he'd try to prove that he could be the best boyfriend ever because he was scared
He's kinda of a perfeccionist
He'd hate himself if one day he breaks you
He'd hate himself even more if he managed to break your perception of relationships as well
So he really tries his best all the time
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frenshushutoast · 4 months
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minghao as your boyfriend
notes: happy new year! my first post in a Long time but here's to more writing in 2024... let's do this!
lots of quiet moments together. even in loud, crowded rooms, minghao still finds a way to give you little moments of solace with a hand in yours and quiet, whispered conversations.
art gallery dates! so many art gallery dates. every time a new one opens, you're equally excited to go visit. sometimes you'll both quietly share your interpretations of the different pieces with each other, and sometimes you'll just bask in the beauty of the creations and simply being able to experience it together.
very endeared by you. you will simply exist and he'll let out his soft giggle, burying his face in your shoulder, pinching your cheeks, and kissing all over your face when you guys are alone together. you're confused when he first does it, asking what you did for him to be so impossibly fond. he just responds with a you're so cute, baby and it makes you far more flustered than you're willing to admit.
very protective over you. not because he thinks you're weak–you're one of the strongest people he knows–but he's very gentle with you anyways. he does everything he can to make sure you don't get hurt, and is very, very attentive to you. you've been doing everything yourself for so long, he just wants to take care of you.
you're both a very fashionable couple. long trench coats, nail designs, matching colour schemes. everybody is intimidated by you until they catch you giggling together in a corner.
loves having you in his lap. he'll wrap his hands around your waist and rest his cheek on your shoulder, quietly telling you how much he appreciates everything about you.
he will casually say the most devastating things, randomly, while he traces little shapes on your hip. baobei, i'd give you all the stars if you ask. you're my warm patch of sunlight, my safe space. everything slows down when i'm with you. little i love you's scattered all over the things he says to you.
he gets uncharacteristically shy when you compliment him. the first time you do it, it's when he got his nails done differently and you told him it was pretty and his ears went very red. you've taken advantage of it ever since.
takes you on romantic dinner dates, well thought out and so, so perfect.
he teaches you how to slow dance, even through all the times you accidentally step on his foot. he twirls you and kisses you so sweetly, you could turn to putty in his hands.
a Very good kisser. i could expand on this but the brain worms are simply too strong. but he's Good with his tongue. the first time you really kiss him, you pull away very breathless and tell him just that. the only thing he answers you with is a small smug smile and a gentle peck, so different from the heated makeout session.
takes the best photos of you and hypes you up while he does it. the only reason your instagram feed looks so good is because of his amazing photography skills.
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familyvideostevie · 2 years
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match made in heaven
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steve loves to celebrate the little things with you, even if it's just new shoes | 1.2k, fluff, fem!reader, this is so silly but so is steve, appearances from most of the crew! <3
"I'll see you later this week, okay?" Nancy calls as you get out of her car. "Tell everyone I say hello."
"Thanks for the day, Nance." She waves at you and pulls out of the mostly deserted Family Video parking lot -- you spot three bikes, a skateboard strapped to one with bungee chords. The sun has just set, what was a hot Indiana day cooling to a sweet summer night. You're feeling light and happy after a fun day out with your friend, and the evening promises to be more of the same. You get to go home with Steve. The thought, though routine by now, still makes you giddy.
You hitch your bag over your shoulder and open the door to Family Video and familiar bickering of your favorite teenagers fills the air. Max and Mike seem to be arguing over which Halloween movie they should get in one corner of the store, while Dustin and Lucas are throwing Milk Duds into each other's mouths over the romantic comedy stacks. They glance your way and let out a chorus of "hellos" before returning to their activities.
"Oh, thank god," says Robin from the front desk. "A responsible person."
"Hi, Robin," you laugh. "How long have they been here?"
"Half an hour! I think. Feels like years though." She looks a little frazzled but happy to see you. "Hey, don't drop any of those! Keith will make Steve hunt any mice we get," she yells at Dustin. You wince a little at her volume. "Sorry," she says. "How was your day with Nancy?"
"She says hi," you reply, swinging your bag onto the counter before leaning back to survey the store.
"Hi back," Robin interrupts, picking at her cuticles. "Why didn't she come in?"
"Had to get home to call Jonathan." Robin hums in acknowledgment. "Anyway," you continue, "the trip was good. We went to the mall up north and I actually got something I'm really excited abou--"
"Is that my girl?" calls Steve. He's emerged from the back room, and you turn towards his voice, finding his eyes bright and searching for you.
"Hi, Steve," you laugh. Robin rolls her eyes but is smiling. Your boyfriend's happiness seems to be infectious.
"Oh, now you come out to help," she says. "He's been talking about you all day, wondering what you and Nancy were up to." He shrugs at her teasing and jogs the last few steps around the counter to give you a smacking kiss, fingers curling into your belt loops to tug you closer.
"Hi, baby," he says quietly.
"Hi, yourself." You hear a gagging sound and turn around to see Mike pantomiming being sick, Max with her hands on her hips next to him, eyebrows raised at his antics. "Like you and El don't do the same thing," she reminds him.
"What're you guys doing here?" you ask. Usually they'd be soaking in the fading sunlight and making mischief somewhere. "Are El and Will already in town?"
"They come this weekend, so we're stocking up," says Dustin. He and Lucas have wandered over now that Steve's arrived, but the Milk Duds have mysteriously disappeared.
Lucas zeroes in on you. "Hey, I like your --"
"New shoes?!" Steve cries. You flush a little, pleased with yourself for changing into them, your sandals in your bag. That was the purpose of today's outing with Nancy after all, to finally get the new sneakers you'd been saving up for. You'd told Steve about them weeks ago but are happy he's noticed. He grabs your hands and encourages you to show them off a little, flicking your heel back and forth on the carpet. Robin whistles and Dustin even claps.
"These are the ones you saved up for, right?" Steve says, eyes twinkling. You nod. "We kinda match, babe." He puts his own shoe next to yours, the red swoosh lining up with the light blue swoosh on yours, though yours are much brighter, shiny with newness. "Do you like them?"
"Of course she likes them, Steve," says Dustin, exasperated. "She bought them, didn't she? I bet they weren't cheap, either." Steve shoots Dustin a glare but you laugh.
"I knew we'd kind of match, but it's just because we have good taste. Plus, mine are cooler." Yours are white, like Steve's, but they've got blue and green coloring on the heels as well as the light blue swoosh logo. Robin snickers and hops onto the counter, swinging around so her legs are dangling next to you.
"I have to get you to buy boots next so we can match." She kicks her black lace-ups with glee.
"Any more pairs of shoes and they'll take over our bedroom," Steve grumbles, but he's smiling. You're kind of surprised at how excited he is. They're just shoes, after all, but Steve has always been like this. Ready to support you, to encourage you, to love you. About everything from moving in together to buying new shoes. It's a nice feeling, a warm one, to see him full of joy after he's seen so much darkness.
"Can you skate in those?" Max asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. You realize you've been staring at Steve, and he's smirking at you.
"Next time we practice, I'll wear them to test them out," you say, ignoring the blush you feel on your face. She nods at you, pleased. Her approval sparks a flurry of comments from the boys, and all the attention has you curling into Steve's chest.
"Alright, children," shouts Steve, "check out your shit so we can go home."
"You just want to go be gross, or whatever," says Mike, but he obeys and brings the movie he's holding -- Halloween II, looks like -- to the counter. Robin hops down to check him out.
"That's exactly what I want to do," says Steve, brown eyes back on you. He winks. He corrals the teens out in a chorus of goodbyes and promises to stick together as they bike home before flipping the sign to CLOSED. When Robin ducks in the back to grab her stuff before Steve drives her home, he pulls you in for a hug, chin resting against your temple.. You wrap your arms around his him, taking a deep breath. He smells like...Steve. Like everything good in the world.
"I really do love your sneakers," he says, quietly, swaying you a little bit. "Proud of you for saving up and going for it. Don't know if they're cooler than mine thought."
"They're just sneakers, Steve," you chide. "It's kinda weird to be so excited about them."
"I'm excited about you," he corrects, pulling back from your hug to look at you. "I'm always excited about you. And for you." You scrunch your nose at his sweetness and he gives it a kiss.
"I guess it's just the small things," you wonder out loud. "The small things that are really the best things. When you're in love." He nods, agreeing with you. After so many big things, his favorite moments are ones just like this, with you. His hand comes up to tuck your hair behind your ear and you sneak a kiss onto his palm.
"I love you," he says, "small things, big things, all things."
"Jesus, you guys are so sweet I need to go to the dentist," groans Robin, flicking the store lights off for good measure. "Can we go now?"
Steve blows a raspberry at her. "Yeah," you laugh, "Let's go home."
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happiest-hotch · 1 year
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can you please write a hotch blurb where reader finds out she’s pregnant with aaron (her boss)’s baby?
sucker for a plot like this
It's been hard to keep the surprising news to yourself long after you found out. Between Aaron being busy with Jack and your demanding work schedules, it has been impossible to find time to sit down and talk seriously with him.
Right now, being in the middle of a case where new mothers and their infants are being murdered is definitely not the right time.
Aaron knows it's been affecting you differently from how it usually would. It's why he decides to break the rules that you set, so no one knows you had a romantic relationship alongside your professional one.
It's been months of hiding it from the team, but it seems like the way to make sure things stay less complicated.
"Are you okay?" He asks, large hand resting against your back while you both stand in front of the case board.
You look up at him, eyes filling with tears. "Yeah." You lie, both of you seeing right through it. "Can I talk to you after this is done?"
He wants to push it, especially because he knows it'll be in the back of his mind for the rest of the day, but he can't. Not right now. "Always." He agrees.
It's late when you wrap the case, the BAU team walking away with a victory that will never feel like enough. Your hormones are not helping you keep anything contained, and you go to his office as soon as you're back at Quantico.
"Hi." He says softly when he walks in and sees you on the couch, nervously playing with your fingers. "What's going on?" He asks, sitting in front of you.
You take a deep breath, knowing right now is the last time in your life that you won't know his reaction. "I'm pregnant." You admit quietly, still not brave enough to look up and see his reaction. "A-and I know this is a surprise, and I'm not asking you to be involved, but I, uh, I just thought you needed to know."
"Y/n." He stops you, hand coming to rest over the top of yours. "Look at me." He begs. You do, and he doesn't look angry or upset. He's even smiling slightly. It makes you feel like you can breathe again after all the stress you've been feeling. "I want to be involved. More than anything." He assures you. "I'm very much in love with you, and I would never want to lose what we have. I love being a dad, and if you want to keep this baby, I am with you every step of the way."
His sweetness gets you crying easily, and he moves to sit next to you so he can hug you. "I do, Aaron." You tell him. "Want to have a baby with you. Are we ready for this, though?"
"Yes." He agrees easily. "It'll finally give me a chance to ask you to move in with me, too." You giggle at his relieved sigh. He wants to tell you he's eagerly waiting to ask you to marry him, too, but that should be a surprise. "I've been waiting too long to ask you that."
"I basically live with you anyway." You point out. Your shampoo and conditioner have even become a regular item on his grocery list.
He cups your jaw, so your faces are closer together, noses barely touching. "I am really excited about this, you know?"
For the first time, you feel like you can let yourself be. "Me too. And I'm extra excited because I get to do this with you."
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spideystevie · 1 year
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hi sweet allie!! may I request 💘 with the prompt "fixing their tie" from "little romantic gestures?" ur an angel i love u happy valentines day <3 xo, @familyvideostevie
sweet sweet emma!! happy valentine’s to you, too! i love you <3 had one idea for this initially and then went a completely different way after consulting a friend. anyway, very excited about this one even though it became more of a tying the tie instead of fixing it but alas same concept! hope you enjoy - [0.9k] | join the party!
There’s an agonizing bite of nerves under Bradley’s skin this morning as he gets ready. You’d been skirting around each other all morning, hurrying to get ready in a rush after waking up late.
Your baby sister graduates college today, a huge feat that she’d told you felt almost impossible. When it came time for invitations to the ceremony, Rooster was one of the first people on her list. He nearly cried when you’d told him, something he made you promise not to mention to anyone. 
After all these years it didn’t come as much of a shock to you. He’d basically become her older brother by association when he started dating you and she looked up to him almost as much as she did you. 
Even still, Bradley was nervous. He’d been to family dinners and that one New Year’s Eve party, a Thanksgiving once too, but those all felt like something on a completely different scale than this. It feels like something more intimate, reserved specifically for blood, being one of the few invited to watch your sister walk across a stage. 
He knows it’s silly, a little bit juvenile even, to feel like he’s going to somehow mess this up or be a disruption. He can’t count the amount of times your mom has told him he was a part of the family now. She still insists each time he’s around that he drops the formalities and just calls her mom. 
His tie not cooperating with his shaky hands isn’t helping his nervous antics either. 
“Need some help?” your voice is a calming siren breaking through his anxious reverie. You’re leaning against the doorframe, halfway in the bathroom with a sweet smile on your face.
He looks at you through the mirror, his hands stilling on the fabric material of his tie. A sheepish look crosses his face as he turns around to face you. You use it as an invitation to step forward and take the two ends of the tie into your hands. 
“Thought you’d be a pro at this by now,” you tease him, a gentle probe that’s softened by your smile when you look up at him through your lashes. A flustered shade of pink rises to his cheeks. He shakes his head as he watches your hands move.
“So did I,” he says and you laugh. A small pinch forms between your brow from concentrating, eyes focused on making sure you get the knot on his tie right. This close, you wonder if he can feel your heart accelerating in the slightest over an action so inherently intimate.
Silence settles over the bathroom save for the sound of your hands on the tie and the fabric brushing against itself as you start to tighten the knot up towards the collar of his shirt.
He takes the time to just look at you, memorizing the lines and slopes of your face. He thinks you’re radiant. 
“And…done,” you nestle the top of a knot in a spot you hope is comfortable for him. One of your hands smooths down the front of the tie, adjusting it just a bit to make sure it’s perfect. Your eyes drift back up to his face to find him already staring at you. 
“What would I do without you?” It feels like there should be a teasing bite to it, but he says it with such sincerity, it makes your head spin. Because yes, you did up his tie for him but you also managed to silence any wavering thought in his brain. There’s a warm adoration coating his features, an intensity that makes your chest feel funny in the best way. 
You stare at him for a beat, enough for your gaze and his to flicker towards each other's lips. A heat rushes to your face as he lowers his face down to yours. You use the hand still resting on his chest to grab at his tie and tug him down to meet you fully.
If your usual demeanor and bright smile weren’t enough to quell his nerves before, the way you’re kissing him definitely is. His hands fall against your waist, his lips soft against yours. You kiss him like you’re not running late for a graduation ceremony, like right now in this moment time’s paused and resting in the palm of your hand.
You pull away, both of you a little dazed but full of lovestruck smiles. You take a step back and towards the door to grab your shoes. He takes a second to breathe before following after you. The two of you pull on your shoes by the door and just as he’s about to open it to leave, you stop him. 
“Wait!” you rush out and he pauses, hand wrapped around the door handle ready to pull it open. You step forward into his bubble of space again, shifting his tie that you’d caused to go askew back into place. Your hand lingers against his chest for a moment, palm against the fabric of his shirt and tie. 
You step back again, your hand falling back to your side. “Okay. Now we can go.”
Bradley can’t resist, he pulls you in by the small of your back to kiss you once more. It’s over sooner than the last but it leaves you just as doe eyed and blinking. 
You make it inside and to your seats near your parents in the nick of time and all at once his nerves seem to return. It’s different though, they mix with a swell of pride in his chest, one that grows only stronger when your sister’s name is called. She spots him in the crowd with ease, cheering loud next to you and her face lights up. 
When he sits back down with you, he feels more at home than he has in years.
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livsoulsecrets · 5 months
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1989 (Taylor’s version) songs as BL/GL Characters - Part 2
I know places - Palm and Nueng (Never let me go)
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‘Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns
They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run
Baby, I know places we won't be found and
They'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down
‘Cause I, I know places we can hide
[…] Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it, my love
Clean - Akk (The Eclipse)
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Hung my head as I lost the war
And the sky turned black like a perfect storm
Rain came pouring down
When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe
And by morning
Gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean
[…] The water filled my lungs, I screamed so loud
But no one heard a thing
Wonderland - Top and Mew (Only Friends)
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Didn't it all seem new and exciting?
I felt your arms twisting around me
I should've slept with one eye open at night
We found wonderland, you and I got lost in it
And we pretended it could last forever
[…] And life was never worse but never better
[…] So we went on our way, too in love to think straight
All alone, or so it seemed, but there were strangers watching
And whispers turned to talking
And talking turned to screams
[…] Didn't you calm my fears with with a Cheshire cat smile?
[…] It's all fun and games 'til somebody loses their mind
You’re in love - Nomoto and Kasuga (She loves to cook, and she loves to eat)
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'Cause you can hear in the silence
You can feel it on the way home
You can see it with the lights out
You are in love, true love
Morning, [her] place
Burnt toast, Sunday
You keep [her] shirt, [she] keeps [her] word
And for once, you let go of your fears and your ghosts
One step, not much, but it said enough
New Romantics - Not Me Gang (Not Me)
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We're so young, but we're on the road to ruin
We play dumb but we know exactly what we're doin'
[…] 'Cause baby, I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me
And every day is like a battle, but every night with us is like a dream
[…] Baby, we're the new romantics
Come on, come along with me
Heartbreak is the national anthem, we sing it proudly
[…] The best people in life are free
[…] We need love, but all we want is danger
Slut! - Mhok and Day (Last Twilight)
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Got lovestruck, went straight to my head
Got lovesick, all over my bed, love to think you'll never forget
[… ] Adorned with smoke on my clothes, lovelorn and nobody knows, love thorns all over this rose
[…] The sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air
Everyone wants him, that was my crime, the wrong place at the right time
And I break down, then he's pullin' me in
In a world of boys, he's a gentleman
We'll pay the price, I guess
[...] Half asleep, taking your time in the tangerine, neon light, this luxury
You're not saying you're in love with me, but you're going to
Half awake, taking your chance, it's a big mistake
I said it might blow up in your pretty face
I'm not saying do it anyway, but you're going to
Say don’t go - Kim and Chay (Kinnporsche)
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Why'd you have to make me want you?
Why'd you have to give me nothin' back?
Why'd you have to make me love you?
I said, "I love you", you say nothin' back
Why'd you have to lead me on?
Why'd you have to twist the knife?
Walk away and leave me bleedin', bleedin'?
Why'd you whisper in the dark just to leave me in the night?
Now your silence has me screamin', screamin'
[…] I would stay forever if you say, "Don't go”
Now that we don’t talk - Todd and Black (Not Me)
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Did you get anxious though on the way home?
I guess I'll never, ever know now that we don't talk
You grew your hair long, you got new icons
And from the outside, it looks like you're tryin' lives on
I miss the old ways, you didn't have to change
But I guess I don't have a say
Now that we don't talk
[…] I cannot be your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost and what it cost
[…] Truth is, I can't pretend it's platonic, it's just ended
Suburban Legends - Boston and Nick (Only Friends)
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You had people who called you on unmarked numbers in my peripheral vision
I let it slide like a hose on a slippery plastic summer, all was quickly forgiven
You were so magnetic, it was almost obnoxious, flush with the currency of cool
I was always turnin' out my empty pockets
And when it came to you, I didn't come here to make friends
We were born to be suburban legends
When you hold me, it holds me together
And you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever
Is it over now? - Sand and Ray (Only Friends)
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You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor
You search in every maiden's bed for something greater
Baby, was it over when [he] laid down on your couch?
Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?
"Come here, " I whispered in your ear in your dream as you passed out, baby
Was it over then? And is it over now?
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yanderes-galore · 1 year
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Could you do a romantic yandere Rick for a S/O who is like deeply connected to Jerry (like his sister or childhood best friend)?
You just made this man short circuit for just a moment. No specific Rick implied.
Yandere! Rick Sanchez with Jerry's Friend! Darling
Short Concept/Reaction
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Invasive behavior, Implied age gap as you are around Jerry's age, Implied attempts at isolation.
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When he first meets you, through Jerry of all people, he wonders how you can stick around such a guy.
Then again, he isn't sure how Beth keeps coming back to him either....
"There's no way... how'd you guys meet!?"
"Childhood friends... he was actually quite sweet when we were younger."
"Dude... he's a hopeless man-"
"Well, I never said he wasn't-"
"Hey-!"
"It's true, Jerry. I'm not denying it."
Rick is in astonishment at the fact you defend him yet tease him.
What surprises him even more is when you also appear to be friends with Beth.
"You know (Y/N), Beth?"
"Yeah? (Y/N) helped me and Jerry get to know each other better."
"Great... (Y/N) started your relationship?"
"No...? (Y/N) did encourage him, though."
"Ughhhh-"
At first, Rick doesn't care much for you.
You're more around Beth and Jerry anyways.
Although, over time, he does ask Beth a ton about you.
If he has to stoop low enough to ask Jerry... he might as well.
He wants to know more about you.
When'd you meet Beth and Jerry, for example.
How come he's never heard of you?
The obvious reason is he never asked Jerry.
Jerry may get confused why Rick keeps asking about you.
"Rick... you seem strangely interested in (Y/N) lately-"
"None of your business, Jerry."
"You're not planning anything weird, right?"
"No-"
He'd obsess over you like normal, but he'd constantly be reminded of the fact you're friends with Jerry-
He's a bit conflicted about that.
Though he does find it funny you defend Jerry when Rick is talking badly about him, before slightly agreeing later.
At least you're aware he's a pathetic man....
You are in no way pathetic, however.
He's surprised, you are actually very sweet.
Beth agrees, too.
She doesn't like what Rick's planning, though....
She sees how Rick looks at you.
It's strange.
A bit too longing if you ask her.
She trusts him, yet she just hopes he'll cut out this new behavior soon.
He won't, unfortunately.
Rick is determined to slowly make you step away from Jerry.
You should keep your attention on him, not a man like Jerry.
You understand where he comes from, right?
You'd ditch Jerry for Rick, won't you?
"Come on, baby... you need to hang around someone more exciting than... Jerry-"
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eskumii · 2 years
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Part two of yandere big bro Eren let's say reader has a secret boyfriend and one day Eren sees them on a date.
soft yandere!older brother!eren yeagar hcs (part 2) + how he reacts to you having a secret boyfriend [platonic]
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TITLE: " LEARN YOUR LESSON " — navi. part one.
A/N: this took me so freakin long, i am so sorryy ToT i just got back from visiting my grandma, who's not doing so good. life can be rlly unexpected but i'm back baby!! the ending is kind of rushed bc i totally word vomit all over these hcs and can never find a good ending point lolol :( so idk sorry if it's just not that great. i hope u enjoy it anyway!
PAIRING: soft yandere!older brother!eren yeager x little sister!reader (platonic)
CHARACTERS: eren yeager (19), reader (15), reader's boyfriend (16)
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☆ it's not often you meet guys your age—or anyone at all, really—inside of the little section of wall maria you live in with eren. after your disaster of an experience at the corps boot camp, you find that the trauma of attempting to befriend people has yet to leave you.
☆ you can't really recall ever making friends with anyone when you were younger; in fact, the only people you could actually consider friends are armin and mikasa, but even they get stonewalled by eren if they hang around you too often. you still don't understand why he's like that, but his overprotectiveness seems to have bred your tendency to be incredibly sneaky. now that's something you can thank him for in the very near future.
☆ of course, though, eren is naturally your closest "guy friend." you tell him everything, he's been there for everything, and he probably knows you better than you know yourself at this point. however, there is one thing you'd rather not talk to him about: your love life. you pretty much had no female influence in your life except mikasa, who somehow had even less capability of showing affection than eren, and what little memories you had of your mother were now fading into obscurity.
☆ your near non-existent social experiences leaves you lonely. you're at the age where romance should be the peak of your explorative endeavors, yet you don't have a single romantic anything under your belt. the thought of being lonely forever makes you sulk, but the day you receive an unfamiliar knock on your front door is the day you meet the end of your demise. it's the new boy from down the street.
☆ eren had stepped out to get some groceries for dinner, so that left you up to your own devices for a little bit. usually he told you to never open the door for anyone who knocks because 1.) he has a key, and 2.) if it's not him, you shouldn't be talking to them, period. something about him being concerned you'd get taken advantage of or kidnapped or murdered—he rambled on about the possibilities for like thirty minutes, you recall. anyway, it would be rude to not answer the door while someone is home, so you did the unthinkable: you opened the door.
☆ and standing before you was quite possibly the cutest boy you had ever laid your eyes on. he's a head taller than you with dark eyes and ash blonde hair, his lean form clad in modest yet stylish apparel. you're both frozen in place, staring at each other with varying degrees of embarrassment. you're suddenly all too aware of your homely pajamas and unkept hair—frankly, you assume he must think you're the ugliest thing he's ever seen.
☆ "uh, um.." he stumbles over his words. "i'm lukas roth. i, uh, just moved into the house that's, like, over there." lukas points to the once vacant house that sits at the very end of your block. renovations for that house were put on hold for so long that it remained abandoned for years, so it was surprising to hear it was finally moved into. excitement wells up in your chest at the prospect of a potential new friend.
☆ "hi, i'm [y/n]!" you stick a hand out for him to shake. "welcome to shiganshina." lukas stares at your hand, face flushing red as he moves to grab it. his hand is large and warm and you're totally internally freaking out at the skinship. you're basically holding hands! though as quick as it happens, it's over, and lukas is back to looking frazzled. he honestly looks like he wants to run away.
☆ "my mom wanted me to give the neighbors these." he sheepishly pulls out a bag of brightly decorated sugar cookies from behind his back, "uh, i hope you like them..."
☆ you're literally ascending. graciously taking the bag of confectionary treats from him, you excitedly begin to engage in conversation, completely disregarding your former shame of your disheveled appearance. he seems to loosen up after a bit of back and forth, thankfully.
☆ your small talk ends abruptly when you hear a woman's voice calling for lukas down the street. he bids you goodbye with a charming smile and promises to visit you again sometime (he stresses the "only if you want, though..." very shyly). the grin on your face is telling and you, of course, welcome it with vigor.
☆ as if on cue, eren emerges from the opposite side of the street. there's no time to duck back inside as he's already spotted you, and he immediately looks like he's going to chew you out with the way a dark look passes over his features.
☆ "who was that?" eren asks, glaring holes into the back of lukas's head as he walks down the block to his own house. "don't talk to weirdos when i'm not home. didn't i tell you not to open the door if it's not me?" you roll your eyes at his annoying demands and step aside so he can come in. he's carrying a bag of vegetables judging by the stems of green onion that peek over the top.
☆ you wait until lukas disappears from your view before you shut the door completely. you gush through a brief recount of the short conversation you shared with him, clasping your hands together excitedly. you even tell eren about how he asked to hang out (which you regret almost immediately after he sends you a sharp, unforgiving look). it just that you've never heard someone say that to you like, ever, so it's only natural that you can hardly contain yourself.
☆ now wait a minute, he asked you to what? eren watches with an exasperated deadpan as you practically float around the room in bliss, the cutely ribboned bag of sugar cookies with pink frosting dangling from your hands. he knew this part of your adolescence would come at some point, just not now. as much as he hates being the bad guy, there's no one else around who'll "crack the whip," so the speak. especially when it comes to boys and dating.
☆ "you're not hanging out with that boy, [y/n]." eren sets the bag of groceries down on the kitchen counter then leans against it with his arms crossed. you open your mouth to argue but you can't even get a breath in before he cuts you off. "no. that's final. you hear me?"
☆ you sit through dinner mumbling under your breath, but eren pays you no mind. is he being irrational? well, he doesn't deny it. a lot of things he does may seem irrational, but there's always a method to his madness. eren knows how boys are at your age and if they're anything like he was, they can only pursue you romantically over his dead body.
☆ as he expected, you don't bring it up for the rest of the night or even the rest of the week. all is well in paradise it seems, and the earth is still spinning on its intended axis. you're acting normally, joking around with him normally, and just... being you normally. honestly, it's a cause to be cautious—eren would be lying if he said he didn't at least somewhat expect an outburst or pushback of some sort. you are his sister after all, the hard headedness and rebellion runs in the blood.
☆ eren begins to grow kind of suspicious of your behavior. you're going outside a lot more with the excuse of doing laundry down at the river (even though you'll be carrying a basket that clearly has like two socks that don't even match) or needing some fresh air. he's not necessarily opposed to you going outside, just as long as he knows exactly where you're going and if it's an area that's within walking distance. eren pretends to find it incredibly bothersome if you were to wander off somewhere unfamiliar, but really that kind of thing makes him panic.
☆ and it's not like you're really breaking any of the rules he's given you. you come back before your curfew and you make sure to tell him where you'll be and for how long. he's at a loss, really. there's a nagging feeling in his gut that tells him you're up to something. however, unless he can find some solid evidence that proves you've been breaking the rules, he can't punish you without looking like an idiot.
☆ on one unfortunate day, eren follows you. it was bound to happen, of course, especially when the excuses you give him get lamer and lamer. nothing can bypass his ultra instincts. so right after you bid him goodbye and the front door shuts behind you, he leaves through the back and skillfully tails behind you. and to his utter and complete surprise, you don't go to the river. no, you don't even leave the block.
☆ instead of going down the path that leads to the river, you stop in front of lupin or luca's house (he hasn't even bothered to remember the kid's name) and knock on the door. you're giddily rocking on the balls of your feet, laundry basket secured between your arm and waist. not even a few breaths later, the door swings open and the boy he saw a while back leans down and kisses you on the mouth.
☆ yeah, okay, now he's furious.
☆ let's just say that eren is not happy with you. he's more frustrated at the fact that you lied to him rather than you having a boyfriend. which is almost equally as bad but lying to him is still worse. he's sort of hurt that you didn't seem to feel comfortable enough to tell him about your little relationship (of course he would have opposed it but at least it's miles better than going behind his back). it looks like the only reasonable explanation for your behavior is that this boy has been influencing you to do these things and betray his trust.
☆ that night, eren is waiting for you in the living room. he's seated on the couch with his arms crossed and legs folded, looking very, very upset. you already know what it's about, but you're totally prepared this time. you won't let him interfere with your love life—you refuse.
☆ you and eren engage in yet another argument. you're screaming at the top of your lungs about how controlling he is and how you just want him to leave you alone for once. he's yelling about how boys are no good and that lukas will just break your heart once he gets bored of you. it hurts your feelings and ends with you locking yourself in your room while eren apologizes, somewhat disingenuously, through the door.
☆ despite your passionate efforts, your theatrics don't work. look, honestly, you were foolish to think you could win against eren. you're not aware, but he's already pulled some strings and now the roths' are conveniently needed somewhere in Wall Sina. that boy is no good for you; it's become evident in the way you're acting.
☆ within the next few days, you receive the sudden news that lukas is moving away again. he doesn't tell you why or where he's going, but he looks obviously distraught and annoyed. you try to visit him but whenever you do, no one answers the door anymore. one time you had seen him down by the river but when you called out to him, he ignored your existence entirely and walked away. you're completely heartbroken from his negligence and silence.
☆ once again, eren takes the upper hand. he'll bring you sweets and comfort foods to soothe the heart that he inadvertently broke. you cry over lukas for a while but eren is there to cheer you up. you don't even get a chance to say goodbye to him when he moves the next week, only allowed to watch through shades of the window as he disappears into the horizon. you feel as though he's taken a part of your heart with him.
☆ eren told you not to hang out with that boy, but you did it anyway. he was right. and he hopes that, this time, you've learned your lesson.
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madaboutmathers · 2 years
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how about "beautiful" - based one shot, where Marshal ain't famous yet and he's at high school w girl he likes and is sweet on her, but she is more like a friend with him (at the beginning) - one night out she tells him how insecure she feels bc people bully her saying she's ugly etc.. and Marshal decides to cheer her up by writing the song for her.. sweet, fluffy, romantic and 1000% protective & posessive (even some angst angry Marshal beating some of the dudes up) xx lots of love xx
AN: Hi, I loved the request - I hope you like it . Nearly makes me want to make an AU for a best friend reader ;) x
Don’t let them tell you, you ain’t beautiful . 
You rolled your eyes at the pathetic, popular group that walked around as if they owned the place. You tried to ignore the harsh words they always seemed to enjoy throwing at you as you waited for Marshall. You tried to keep your composure and slip the mask back on when you noticed him running up the steps of the school. “You’ll trip one of these days.” You giggled out as your body seemed to completely relax when he came into your space. “But you’ll catch me.” Marshall winked before making himself at home beside you. “Shut up.” You hummed as he placed his arm around your shoulder; keeping you close.
His fingers moved into your locks for a moment as those blues of his turned to his notepad in his lap. “What are you writing now?” You asked softly, leaning in to look over his shoulder and read the lyrics. “Nothing.” Marshall mumbled, shyly moving his pan away before turning his whole attention to you. “You good?” He softly asked, knowing that home and school were slowly taking their toll on you. He wished he could do something. But his own life was just as fucked up. God, you deserved better and so did he. But you were both stuck in this dead-end town with nothing to look forward to. 
“Yeah, another day.” You softly sighed, resting your head on his shoulder for a moment as peace came over you. You both shared a soft, sad smile and you tried to hold onto the moment before it was bound to be ruined. “Oh, look at the trailer trash.” You rolled your eyes and wondered when they’d get a new insult. But you knew Marshall’s temper always got him in trouble, especially when it was about you. “Don’t you have anything better to do?” You snapped back. “Ooh, kitten has claws.” The leader of the goons hummed; looking you up and down. “Back off.” You watched Marshall move to stand and you quickly followed.
“It’s not worth it.” You whispered into his ear and gently tugged him back against you. One last problem and the school would kick Marshall out. “Yeah, listen to your bitch.” They didn’t see the punch Marshall gave coming and neither did you. “Fuck.” You mumbled to yourself before stepping with him as you always did and threw your own punch.
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“You know, you are lucky you weren’t kicked out.” You whispered into his ear over the club’s music. “Yeah, well. I’m not going to finish school anyway.” Marshall muttered, annoyed but his hold on you was so soft. “Don’t say that.” You cuddled into his side as the drinks moved. The club was known for it’s underage drinking. Marshall looked up at you with those baby blues and softly smiled at you, “I won’t ever leave you.” He promised.  You ducked your head; needing to hear those words more than you thought. Marshall softly pressed a kiss to your temple and you could feel yourself melting in his side.
“I wrote you a song.” Marshall whispered after a moment of silence and you couldn’t help but grow excited; your eyes lighting up. “You did?” You looked over to him. “I want to see.” You babbled instantly and turned to him. “Not here…read it when you get home.” Marshall whispered into your ear; passing you a page of his notepad. “Okay, I will..” You hummed and clutched the paper close to your chest as he moved to continue his conversation with proof.
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The night ended earlier than you expected but Marshall was travelling early tomorrow; something about some rap with Proof. You had said your goodbyes and now you found yourself in your bedroom, trying to ignore your parent’s arguing. You finally reached for the paper of Marshall’s words and read them.
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (oh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (so)
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (oh-oh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (yeah, so)
Those words got you through the night and the years that came after; the ups and downs of life.
2022 - Curtain Call 2
“Were these songs hard to pick?” Sway asked, leaning back into the chair as the track list came up on screen. Marshall moved his hand through his hair in thought, “Not really. There were some that were obvious and then ones I hold dear.” He explained. “What was your favourite one?” Sway asked, reading from the fan’s questions and it didn’t take long for Marshall to answer. “Beautiful.” He hummed out, shocking a few people but he would hold that song close and you, forever. “Why’s that?”
“Reminds me of my wife. She’s who I wrote the song for originally.” Marshall smiled behind the camera as you lent against the wall and shook your head at his antics. You knew social media was going to blow up now.
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revisitingfandoms · 3 months
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guess who finished the date fic! It’s me ya boi. Anyways I hope you enjoy, do let me know what you think. I’m going to bed now, I got school.
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Today was the day! Arcane egg stands in front of the mirror in her room, they were fussing over their hair. Trying to make sure her braids were perfect, or at least as close to perfect as possible. They were also fussing over their outfit, they know all three of them agreed to just wear their normal outfits. But she can’t help it! She wants to impress! As they fuss over their appearance they can’t help but sink into their recent memories. It felt like they were dreaming.
Surely the pass few months were but a sweet dream right? She’s currently imagining a dream scenario while getting stabbed by golden butter right? They were still dealing with the hungry ones right, that… that has to be true, right….?
NO, she smacks her face softly. No she’s alive, she’s very much still her. Her friends saved her, nursed her back to health. They helped her find a way to be rid of the hungry ones, for good. They found Mirror moon cookie, who used to be Fortune cookie… they found Flowing water cookie, the baby they used to take care of. Now just a little older, around 12 arcane thinks. They banished the hungry ones back where they came from! She destroyed her soul jam, which freed her. 
Which led to the solution that wouldn’t only free her friends, but stop Dark enchantress cookie from gaining power! And so the soul jams were destroyed, of course those who held them for so long are still connected sort of. They can draw on its power easily enough, but now everyone can! Every cookie! After that the war simmered down, Dark enchantress loss a lot if not all her power. It now belongs to white lily. Afterwards the beasts, golden, and you returned to Crispia. They’ve began to find new purposes, your just happy you have your family again.
Which leads to the present day, you’ve…. Recently confessed your romantic interest in both Shadow milk and Golden butter, fully expecting them to say no. But they accepted! Which both surprised and excited you! And so a week ago Shadow milk proposed the idea of an ice cream date! In the ghost village near the rebuilding Blueberry Academy, you both agreed obviously! 
Snapping back to reality you leave your room in a slight hurry, your slightly behind schedule now but that’s fine. Your a goddamn mage! As Arcane steps outside their house in the cookie kingdom, they summon their fork staff. They say a few words in a different language to open a portal with their staff. Before they step in arcane takes one last moment to look at themselves in on of their windows, seeing that they look fine they step through.
The lovely atmosphere in the small town surrounded you instantly, it was dark but the blue ghost flames lit up the place wonderfully! The air was also nice and cold, of course not freezing cold it was more breezy than anything. The hustle and bustle of all the new people moving in is what caught your attention next, your still impressed that Shadow milk managed to clean this place up so quickly. 
Your attention is caught by a familiar jovial voice “wohoo! Sunny! Over here!” ah! you immediately perk up and look his direction 
The familiar round face of Shadow milk cookie comes into view, you give a little wave “Hi Moonie!” You softly shout. He beckons you over and you happily comply.
“Now how is my Sunny wunny fairing this fine day!” He says pulling you into a tight side hug, his hugs are always so nice. Nice and firm.
“I’m doing good Moonie, how are you doing?”
“Oh just wonderfully! Especially since the last person we needed for our lil date is FINALLY here!” He squeezes you tighter.
“Wait final person? Am I late?” You ask a little worried and frazzled, your worried thoughts are interrupted by a calm voice.
“No, no need to fret Sunny your on time. I just got here a little earlier than expected.” Golden butters explanation soothed you. It also seemed like she was carrying something.
“Oh thank god- I really thought I was late for a moment. Ooo what do you have there Starlight?” At your little nickname Golden butter seems to fluster a bit. Cute.
“J-just the ice cream” she stutters out a little, she than collects herself “Why the nickname..?”
“Well I mean, you and Moonie call me Sunny, and you and me call him Moonie. Well you do it less… that besides I thought you should have a nickname too!” You explain “do you not like it?” 
“N-no I like it! I’m just not used to such nicknames… especially ones with such affection.” suddenly an indignant gasp can be heard.
“We’re my nicknames not sincere enough! Why I never, I gave you plenty of nicknames!” He lets go of you before floating up a but than pouting “I gave you plenty on nicknames! Like Goldie or dear and not once have you reacted like this! Are my nicknames not good enough! Hmm, HMMM?”
“You know that’s not what I meant, besides at the time I thought you were just trying to get a reaction.” Golden crosses her arms loosely, you can tell she’s not actually mad but she like to tease. In her own way.
As they continue to playfully bicker you gently grab the ice cream from Golden butter, and went to find a table. It was off in the corner and nice and quiet, the perfect spot for a nice conversation. You put the ice cream down, it’s been like 3 minutes since you left the two. You look over and at least they aren’t sassing each other anymore, for as funny as it is you don’t want the ice cream to melt.
You leave one of your little faberge egg bots at the table, to show it’s a claimed table. And walk over to them, they don’t notice you. It’s a talent of yours, and for as much as you like listening to their voices. So you speak “hey I found a table we should go eat out ice cream before it melts.” You than grab their hands, Shadow milk on the left, Golden butter on the right.
Both suddenly pause, before a small blush crosses both of their cheeks. Really cute you think “We can talk at the table, besides what were you talking about anyways? You both seemed really invested in it.”
“O-oh um we were talking about Goldies recent travels, and from what she’s told me their wild!” Shadow milk seems to regain his composure quickly as he begins to babble about Goldens recent exploits.
Golden butter didn’t seem to be doing as good a job, she just stares at where you hand meets hers. Her blush still has that slight tint to it. “You good starlight? Oh wait do you like my nickname, I can change it if you don’t like it” you ask sincerely.
“No it’s fine, I actually really like it… and to respond to your point earlier Shadow milk. You can call me any nickname you like.” Golden butters smile, oh her smile was so pretty. You can feel your face start to heat up, and while subtle you can tell Shadow milk was affected by her words and smile as well.
The three of you make your way to the table and all take a seat, while you mourn the loss of being unable to hold their hands anymore. And so a little time passes, the conversation between the three of you light and jovial. And all parties involved seem to relax from the first date jitters, the ice cream helps as well you note. You do notice however Shadow milk being a little messy with his, he seems to enthralled with the conversation and atmosphere.
“Hey Moonie you have a little something.” you point to the corner of your mouth to show him where it was on him.
“Hmm~ I do? Why not get it for me, with a kiss my dear Sunny~?” He teases while making a kissy face, Golden butter seems to roll her eyes in the background.
Without thinking about it, probably an instinct you have now when you we’re traveling with the young Gingerbrave and friends. You grab a napkin, lean over the table, hold his face steady as you wipe of the ice cream. You sit back down and toss the napkin in a trash bin. Oh look got it in first shot, you pump your fist in the air.
You look back at the two, they're just staring “ um? Are you two ok”
Shadow milk looks turkey stunned for a moment but he quickly replies “I um-(ahem) I didn’t expect you to actually take me up on my offer, if only partially.” He holds his cheek “ for wearing gloves all the time Sunny you sure have a tender touch, I want you to hold me all the time now~!” 
You fluster slightly “w-was it weird that I did that?” 
“No, not weird, just um weirdly tender.” Golden butter replies she seemed a little flustered at Arcane eggs braisen display of affection “especially since your a little picky about those you touch.”
“??? But I love you.” Golden butter almost spits out her water while Shadow milk just stares a little wide eyed “??? What’s the reaction for?” Your a little confused.
“Gah- when did you get so bold! Your almost as bad as Shadow milk!” Golden exclaims 
You stare at both of them, they really don’t fully understand. Do they. You gently clasp Goldens hands but make sure to face both, so they know your talking about both of them “I thought I would never EVER see you both again. It’s only recently when that changed, and now I get to give you all the affection I’ve always wante to. I’m not squandering in, so that being said. I love you, both of you.”
Both just stare, and it’s quite for a long moment. But soon a hearty joyous laugh is heard, Shadow milk cookie suddenly pulls you and Golden close. It’s warm and comforting “oh ho, I didn’t expect such a brilliant display from you my dear Sunny! But I must say I do agree with the sentiment, so~ I love you!”
Golden looks surprised for a moment before getting a soft look in her eyes and soft smile “Agreed, I love you too!”
Your heart thumps wildly within your chest. Oh this, this feeling. You want to chase it forever, it’s like fresh air. Like breathing, it’s so nice. “Hehe, I love you! Forever and always!”
The joyous laughter from the three cookies could be felt and heard. And it was this day that the world knew such a joy.
Ah yes op- but heres the turn back-
TAKE THE FUCKING LETTERS.
Dear Moonie,
It's been a long run between us, huh? So many years between us, from the old days on my island and your tower to where we are today. I missed you for so many years when you were taken. I can’t count the amount I would just sit back and wish that you were here by my side. I remember wanting at one point wanting to just summon you to tell me what happened and yet- I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Anytime I thought about it- I’d look back on the false letter the witches sent thinking that this was what you wanted.
I betrayed my emotions hundreds of times- always thinking ‘he wanted to be alone, this what he wants’. Part of me can only look back at how foolish I was. Did I not know you for hundreds of years? Did I not visit and learn beside you for decades? Perhaps it was my assumption and belief of you being under the influence of the corruption. I only realize now that was something that doomed me in the end.
Moonie Shadow Milk, I have come to realize one thing. I cannot hide the pains I’ve gained over the years, I should not hide my pains because in the hide they will only come back to hurt myself and those who care for me.  
Shadow Milk, I did not tell you everything that day. I left a few secrets to myself and I tell you now because I cannot bring myself to say it in person.
Shadow Milk Cookie, I love you. It's a realization that hasn’t come to me easily, much less immediately.
I realized only after you were sealed. Perhaps that's what originally broke my heart- I remember Golden Butter telling me about the kiss you shared between her and you. Part of me had resigned to never holding your heart- until you told me those words that day. I won’t hesitate here and now. Shadow Milk I love you. 
Yours truly, 
Sunny.
An ever shifting dark and light blue mechanical flower lays on the letter- letting out the sound of circus music in a slow tone of a music box. 
Dear Starlight,
A Lot has happened over these thousands of years and there's quite a bit I feel I should say. The question is how I put it into words.
For the longest time I’ve had feelings for Shadow Milk and yet- You loved him. Back then I was more than content to let you two be with each other even at my own expense. You two made each so happy and I couldn’t…
I couldn’t bring myself to ruin that. Yet over time something inside me grew- I didn’t realize it right away.
It was only after you were asleep that I realized I was in love with you. I remember silently cursing fate, I remember more than expecting for my own heart to break once again. 
Yet in the aftermath of everything, I want to defy that so-called fate I thought of- I want to chance this, I want to so badly.
Starlight I am in love with you, I am so very much in love with you and shadow Milk- more than anything. 
Sincerely yours,
Sunny
A yellow flower that when light rebounds shows the color of the rainbow is held in a hand as a small- yet familiar tune echoed across the room.
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cookierunauprompts · 3 months
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(kicks down door) guess whose finished with the date fic between Shadow milk, Golden butter, and Arcane egg. It’s me! Anyways I hope you enjoy! Do let me know what you think!
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Today was the day! Arcane egg stands in front of the mirror in her room, they were fussing over their hair. Trying to make sure her braids were perfect, or at least as close to perfect as possible. They were also fussing over their outfit, they know all three of them agreed to just wear their normal outfits. But she can’t help it! She wants to impress! As they fuss over their appearance they can’t help but sink into their recent memories. It felt like they were dreaming.
Surely the pass few months were but a sweet dream right? She’s currently imagining a dream scenario while getting stabbed by golden butter right? They were still dealing with the hungry ones right, that… that has to be true, right….?
NO, she smacks her face softly. No she’s alive, she’s very much still her. Her friends saved her, nursed her back to health. They helped her find a way to be rid of the hungry ones, for good. They found Mirror moon cookie, who used to be Fortune cookie… they found Flowing water cookie, the baby they used to take care of. Now just a little older, around 12 arcane thinks. They banished the hungry ones back where they came from! She destroyed her soul jam, which freed her. 
Which led to the solution that wouldn’t only free her friends, but stop Dark enchantress cookie from gaining power! And so the soul jams were destroyed, of course those who held them for so long are still connected sort of. They can draw on its power easily enough, but now everyone can! Every cookie! After that the war simmered down, Dark enchantress loss a lot if not all her power. It now belongs to white lily. Afterwards the beasts, golden, and you returned to Crispia. They’ve began to find new purposes, your just happy you have your family again.
Which leads to the present day, you’ve…. Recently confessed your romantic interest in both Shadow milk and Golden butter, fully expecting them to say no. But they accepted! Which both surprised and excited you! And so a week ago Shadow milk proposed the idea of an ice cream date! In the ghost village near the rebuilding Blueberry Academy, you both agreed obviously! 
Snapping back to reality you leave your room in a slight hurry, your slightly behind schedule now but that’s fine. Your a goddamn mage! As Arcane steps outside their house in the cookie kingdom, they summon their fork staff. They say a few words in a different language to open a portal with their staff. Before they step in arcane takes one last moment to look at themselves in on of their windows, seeing that they look fine they step through.
The lovely atmosphere in the small town surrounded you instantly, it was dark but the blue ghost flames lit up the place wonderfully! The air was also nice and cold, of course not freezing cold it was more breezy than anything. The hustle and bustle of all the new people moving in is what caught your attention next, your still impressed that Shadow milk managed to clean this place up so quickly. 
Your attention is caught by a familiar jovial voice “wohoo! Sunny! Over here!” ah! you immediately perk up and look his direction 
The familiar round face of Shadow milk cookie comes into view, you give a little wave “Hi Moonie!” You softly shout. He beckons you over and you happily comply.
“Now how is my Sunny wunny fairing this fine day!” He says pulling you into a tight side hug, his hugs are always so nice. Nice and firm.
“I’m doing good Moonie, how are you doing?”
“Oh just wonderfully! Especially since the last person we needed for our lil date is FINALLY here!” He squeezes you tighter.
“Wait final person? Am I late?” You ask a little worried and frazzled, your worried thoughts are interrupted by a calm voice.
“No, no need to fret Sunny your on time. I just got here a little earlier than expected.” Golden butters explanation soothed you. It also seemed like she was carrying something.
“Oh thank god- I really thought I was late for a moment. Ooo what do you have there Starlight?” At your little nickname Golden butter seems to fluster a bit. Cute.
“J-just the ice cream” she stutters out a little, she than collects herself “Why the nickname..?”
“Well I mean, you and Moonie call me Sunny, and you and me call him Moonie. Well you do it less… that besides I thought you should have a nickname too!” You explain “do you not like it?” 
“N-no I like it! I’m just not used to such nicknames… especially ones with such affection.” suddenly an indignant gasp can be heard.
“We’re my nicknames not sincere enough! Why I never, I gave you plenty of nicknames!” He lets go of you before floating up a but than pouting “I gave you plenty on nicknames! Like Goldie or dear and not once have you reacted like this! Are my nicknames not good enough! Hmm, HMMM?”
“You know that’s not what I meant, besides at the time I thought you were just trying to get a reaction.” Golden crosses her arms loosely, you can tell she’s not actually mad but she like to tease. In her own way.
As they continue to playfully bicker you gently grab the ice cream from Golden butter, and went to find a table. It was off in the corner and nice and quiet, the perfect spot for a nice conversation. You put the ice cream down, it’s been like 3 minutes since you left the two. You look over and at least they aren’t sassing each other anymore, for as funny as it is you don’t want the ice cream to melt.
You leave one of your little faberge egg bots at the table, to show it’s a claimed table. And walk over to them, they don’t notice you. It’s a talent of yours, and for as much as you like listening to their voices. So you speak “hey I found a table we should go eat out ice cream before it melts.” You than grab their hands, Shadow milk on the left, Golden butter on the right.
Both suddenly pause, before a small blush crosses both of their cheeks. Really cute you think “We can talk at the table, besides what were you talking about anyways? You both seemed really invested in it.”
“O-oh um we were talking about Goldies recent travels, and from what she’s told me their wild!” Shadow milk seems to regain his composure quickly as he begins to babble about Goldens recent exploits.
Golden butter didn’t seem to be doing as good a job, she just stares at where you hand meets hers. Her blush still has that slight tint to it. “You good starlight? Oh wait do you like my nickname, I can change it if you don’t like it” you ask sincerely.
“No it’s fine, I actually really like it… and to respond to your point earlier Shadow milk. You can call me any nickname you like.” Golden butters smile, oh her smile was so pretty. You can feel your face start to heat up, and while subtle you can tell Shadow milk was affected by her words and smile as well.
The three of you make your way to the table and all take a seat, while you mourn the loss of being unable to hold their hands anymore. And so a little time passes, the conversation between the three of you light and jovial. And all parties involved seem to relax from the first date jitters, the ice cream helps as well you note. You do notice however Shadow milk being a little messy with his, he seems to enthralled with the conversation and atmosphere.
“Hey Moonie you have a little something.” you point to the corner of your mouth to show him where it was on him.
“Hmm~ I do? Why not get it for me, with a kiss my dear Sunny~?” He teases while making a kissy face, Golden butter seems to roll her eyes in the background.
Without thinking about it, probably an instinct you have now when you we’re traveling with the young Gingerbrave and friends. You grab a napkin, lean over the table, hold his face steady as you wipe of the ice cream. You sit back down and toss the napkin in a trash bin. Oh look got it in first shot, you pump your fist in the air.
You look back at the two, they're just staring “ um? Are you two ok”
Shadow milk looks turkey stunned for a moment but he quickly replies “I um-(ahem) I didn’t expect you to actually take me up on my offer, if only partially.” He holds his cheek “ for wearing gloves all the time Sunny you sure have a tender touch, I want you to hold me all the time now~!” 
You fluster slightly “w-was it weird that I did that?” 
“No, not weird, just um weirdly tender.” Golden butter replies she seemed a little flustered at Arcane eggs braisen display of affection “especially since your a little picky about those you touch.”
“??? But I love you.” Golden butter almost spits out her water while Shadow milk just stares a little wide eyed “??? What’s the reaction for?” Your a little confused.
“Gah- when did you get so bold! Your almost as bad as Shadow milk!” Golden exclaims 
You stare at both of them, they really don’t fully understand. Do they. You gently clasp Goldens hands but make sure to face both, so they know your talking about both of them “I thought I would never EVER see you both again. It’s only recently when that changed, and now I get to give you all the affection I’ve always wante to. I’m not squandering in, so that being said. I love you, both of you.”
Both just stare, and it’s quite for a long moment. But soon a hearty joyous laugh is heard, Shadow milk cookie suddenly pulls you and Golden close. It’s warm and comforting “oh ho, I didn’t expect such a brilliant display from you my dear Sunny! But I must say I do agree with the sentiment, so~ I love you!”
Golden looks surprised for a moment before getting a soft look in her eyes and soft smile “Agreed, I love you too!”
Your heart thumps wildly within your chest. Oh this, this feeling. You want to chase it forever, it’s like fresh air. Like breathing, it’s so nice. “Hehe, I love you! Forever and always!”
The joyous laughter from the three cookies could be felt and heard. And it was this day that the world knew such a joy.
AWAHSDGHSUGHJSG DATE FIC REAL/POS
I love them.. i love them all so much.../pos Also you were bang on with Goldie's Characterization, very good job overall!!!
also sun moon and star themed nicknames... so cute!! i love that for them
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//Okay, but hear me out...
Prohibition/Mobster!AU
This Wikipedia Article talks about it at great length, but essentially, it was the time in American history from January 175h, 1920 to December 5th, 1933 when the sale, importation, transportation and creation of alcoholic beverages were all illegal at the federal level. Several states had enacted laws previously that outlawed it, but it was the 18th Amendment that made it a national thing.
Obviously, many things came out of this time period:
The Jazz Age
swing dance/Lindy hop
the Savoy Ballroom in Harlem is where the Lindy Hop first stepped out, and while the Savoy was largely visited by African Americans, it was integrated and white dancers were welcomed, too. Their main motto was “Well, can you dance?”
rise in racketeering/gang related activities, especially in the illegal trading and selling of alcohol, drugs and guns; bootlegging - or the illegal creation of alcohol - also fell into this category
It’s estimated that in Chicago alone, organized crime activities tripled during this time frame
Charles “Lucky” Luciano - the father of modern-day organized crime - was believed to be bringing in an average of $12 million a year during this time
it actually became more socially-acceptable for women to start drinking in public spaces because of the rise of speakeasies, where people would go to drink in a social setting; prior to this, the only women ever seen drinking in public were typically considered of “loose morals” and more often than not were prostitutes
While not directly caused by Prohibition, The Great Depression did happen during it, which might’ve therefore impacted the individuals who turned to organized crime as a way of trying to put food on the table
The Temperance Movement, which is what largely influenced the 18th amendment being ratified, began losing steam during the Depression as well as more and more people turned to alcohol to “cope”
So, here’s my thought: New York, maybe at the tale-end of Prohibition or just after it’s repealed, organized-crime is at its height, “cops? feds? oh please 🙄” sort of mentality. Lots of fun and excitement with the darker undercurrent of Seedy Underbelly™. Maybe sometimes not so undercurrent 👀
For this AU, I’d have Harker as follows:
early, early 20s. is baby
youngest daughter of the head of a crime family
family dealt mostly in alcohol, owned and operated several speakeasies throughout NYC, though specific borough still tbd
also did some stuff with guns
she absolutely knows how to take care of herself, btw
while doesn’t have to work because of her dad, still holds down a job as a telephone operator because she enjoys it; has a friend who is teaching her more about how the machines themselves work
while she has a very nice, fully furnished apartment her dad pays for, she uses the money from her job to pay rent for a tiny little one bedroom that’s her escape from everything because it’s completely hers
enjoys going out and dancing with friends on nights and weekends, and is quite good on the dance floor
romantically very, very inexperienced. flirted and kissed, but nothing serious 
Anyway, this has been tickling the brain for a while, so I thought I’d throw out the line and see what might bite :)
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Heyo! I'd like a romantic Sonic matchup if you don't mind ^-^
 Name: Walela Rose!
Pronouns: She/they
Sexuality and preferences: Bisexual, and my big crushes are Shadow, Sonic and Knuckles (am major Shadow simp) but I’m cool with any match. If you’re focusing on my big 3, I mostly crush on modern and Boom Sonic, movie Knuckles and any freaking iteration of Shadow (except IDW, they did him so dirty ;--;) smaller crush on movie Sonic and Blaze, but again I’m good with any matchup so no pressure!
Personality: where do I freaking start. I am more or less a huge anxious shut in. I have pretty bad anxiety and am scared to be outside by myself. I am a little socially anxious and am awkward, whether I’m confident about it or not. Whenever I try to talk to someone new, I tend to open up with a joke or meme that they end up not understanding and the convo usually ends there. Otherwise, I tend to not talk around strangers. However, when I get close to someone, they can’t shut me up. I get clingy, really affectionate and maybe annoying idk. I tend to crack myself up with puns that everyone else facepalms over. Sometimes I overshare my thoughts. I can be loud when I get excited. My sleep schedule is fricked up lol and I am a bit chubby. I also have a lot of low iq moments lmao and I need a lot of reassurance to know somebody isn’t going to leave me or replace me with someone else. I like sharing the things I obsess about with the ones close to me. I’m an age regressor, but even when I’m not regressing I tend to act a bit like a kid. I’m also lazy af and I blush easily. (Sorry if this was super long) Likes and dislikes: I like singing and playing video games and drawing too! I don’t like pickles, or coffee, and I don’t like hard thunderstorms or people angry yelling at me bc those scare me a lot. I really like Kingdom Hearts and My Little Pony and, of course, the Sonic franchise! My favorite colors are pastels and black. Although I like fireworks, I have to plug my ears when watching them bc I’m a highly sensitive person and those big loud babies hurt my ears. I like childlike things, like those stupid pretend cash register toys.
Relationship type: Something intimate, someone who likes taking care of me but tries to help me grow as a person as well. A relationship where they'll just suddenly remind me that they love me (that makes me swoon) and say sweet things in my ear first thing in the morning (more swooning). Perhaps someone just a little bit possessive, like they get a little jealous or pull me close when they feel like there's competition nearby. Someone who likes to gently brush my hair and doesn't call me cringe if I write them a super cheesy love poem. Someone who will love my body regardless of its shape, but still encourage me to be healthy. And someone who will be understanding and caring when I regress.
NSFW: My top 3 kinks are yandere, DDLG (as in calling someone Daddy and they take on a dilf-like role) and praise kink. I'm a switch, but mostly submissive.
hello lovely, thank you for submitting! i hope you like your matchup!
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i match you with...
knuckles the echidna
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• this is honestly just a gut feeling but i think knuckles would be a really good match for you!!
• he would definitely help you come out of your shell a bit, at least if you're only around him, to help you overcome your social anxiety. even if it's just baby steps.
• definitely loves taking care of you, making sure you're okay in any given situation, keeping an eye on you when you're around others in case your social battery runs dry
• his love language is acts of service so i think he'd overall just enjoy having someone that lets him convey that
• i don't think he'd be too into pda or anything like that, i headcanon him as pretty reserved, but when it's just the two of you he loves to murmur his affections by your ear while he keeps you close
• won't get most of the memes you reference but will still appreciate it anyway <3 he will enjoy your silly jokes and puns though
• knuckles is very protective over what he loves and what he considers his so rest assured you are in very safe hands, not to mention he won't hesitate to assert himself as your s/o if anyone else tries anything funny
• enjoys your affectionate, clingy nature, would never find it annoying.
• honestly if you gave him a cheesey love poem, he'd be more flustered than anything. he's not used to receiving such affection so it takes him off guard!
hope you enjoyed your matchup!!
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cinnaminyoons · 2 years
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( ECHOES. )
ミ☆  sometimes all your boyfriend needs is a little extra love.
⤷ PAIRING pjm x m!reader
⤷ WORD COUNT 2.6k
⤷ TAGS jealousy, insecurity, choreographer!reader, exes!reader/lisa
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Hey! I really love ur writinggg I was wondering if u cld do a jimin x male reader idol! Au where the male reader is a choreographer and is appointed to choreograph a dance for lisa ( I think it was chocolate mushroom?) . Lisa and male reader has some sort of history tgt and that's why jimin accompanys male reader to yg and watches him teach lisa the dance. Then jimin gets jealous and u cld continue however u want from there!!! I'm sorry if I'm being tooooo specific HAHAHAHHA
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Today is a rare day off for Jimin. He had made plans – stunningly, wonderfully, planned-out plans – to spend time with the love of his life. They shared ideas over dinner, over movies, and even the ones about staying in bed until noon and wearing pyjamas all day made him giddy with excitement. It is going to be a memory for the scrapbooks.
At least, it was supposed to be.
"Hyung, I'll drive you there."
You pull on your shoes – simple sneakers, comfortable and disinclined to slipping on smooth polished floors. "You're supposed to keep driving to a minimum, baby. Besides, you're all comfortable – it’s too much a hassle. I’ll come home quick for you."
Jimin huffs and cuddles his grey dog plush closer, his sweater sleeves pulled over his knuckles. "I'll just stay in the car. Nobody will see me."
A glance up. "I thought you wanted to watch?"
"People change their minds."
You stand up, reaching for the stack of items on the buffet table next to the front door. Your hand pauses. The stack is gone.
Jimin lifts the car keys. In his other hand are your leather wallet and phone.
"Stay here." He leans up and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "I'll put on jeans. Don't move."
He disappears down the hallway before you can ask for your belongings. You've always loved his clingy affection, always wanting to follow you around, but you can't help but think that this situation has him accompanying you to watch you like a hawk. You sigh, chest tight with trepidation, and push your ball cap further down over your eyes.
The building is sharp, modern, and intimidating. You know you shouldn't be afraid of it – it is, after all, only a variation of a big cube – and you've signed in more times than you can count on two hands, but something about the sleek luxury of its perfectly-maintained glass walls makes nervousness crawl at the back of your skull. The work contract you signed gave you practically free reign over the new dance, and it is really only your reputation on the line. You'll get paid anyway.
The worry crawling about in your head stems from the fact that you are romantically involved with an idol from a different company. You say 'romantically involved' rather than 'dating' because the former suggests a baseline of impersonal professionalism that acts as a shock absorber. Your relationship, added to the fact that you've worked for a rival more often than not, could become a conflict of interest if someone at the top cared enough to point it out.
Perhaps Jimin feels this too because he grips your hand tight and keeps his head down, face mask on and steps quick. Though he wears a cap similar to yours, the cotton-candy pink strands poking out from under it immediately mark him an idol. All the workers around you are black-haired.
As soon as you find the designated studio, you breathe a silent sigh of relief, closing the door on the watchful eyes of strangers.
You turn to Jimin and murmur, "Just keep quiet and to the sides, please. I don't want you to get kicked out."
He blinks, rather offended. Have you forgotten his whole thing is dancing? "I know how to act in a studio."
"Good."
Towards the other end of the studio is a slight figure, dressed in grey joggers and a pale yellow hoodie. Straight dark hair is pulled neatly up, swaying as her weight shifts from one leg to the other.
Lisa meets your eyes through the mirror and smiles, standing straight. "Afternoon, oppa."
Her voice bounces off the walls. These rooms have a tendency to do that, the faint echoes of squeaking shoes and crunching water bottles amplified by the emptiness.
"Hey, Lisa. Were you waiting long?"
"Not at all. I've stretched, so if you're ready, we can jump straight into it."
You unzip your jacket and shrug it off, dumping it unceremoniously in a corner. A pink-and-black water bottle rests there already. Gotta keep the name loyalty going.
"I watched the video," she says, taking a place in the centre of the room. A half-smile flashes across her features. "You looked great."
Something runs beneath the face-value innocence of her words. You lift your eyes to hers and both of you understand that whatever is between you hasn't truly accepted its death.
You loved her – you still do. Just not in the way you used to.
This is on company time, now. Emotions are meant to be left at the door.
You give her an acknowledging nod, but that is all. "Ahead as ever. Do you have any questions before you start?"
"Oh, one." She lifts a perfectly-manicured finger. "Halfway through, you do this..." She illustrates with the top half of her body, though without as much finesse as a performance would require. "And something else, but it's difficult to see."
"You mean this part?" You lower yourself to the floor – as much of the choreography is based on it – and demonstrate. There is a subtle difference between your version and hers, and you repeat it a few times as she nods and commits it to memory. The music begins.
Jimin thought coming with you would have assuaged his green-eyed monster. He is right there, he had assumed. He could assure himself that you loved him fully and without hesitation.
Yet, as he sits against the cold mirrored walls, your black backpack tucked under his chin, the insidious illness digs into the soft flesh of his heart. She looks so good with you. The height difference between you and Jimin is noticeable, but with her, it is the first thing he sees. On her face is a look of pleased professionalism, and she puts a smooth edge to the dance, adding a seductive and eye-catching aspect to it that goes unrivalled.
You watch from in front of her, as that is where they have decided the camera will be. Your arms are crossed, and none of her movements goes unscrutinised.
She's beautiful, anyone with eyes would agree, and insecurity whispers in Jimin's ear, curling cold bony hands over his shoulders. He shakes them away as best he can but they hang on tight, and he lacks the strength to fend them off.
He grows cold, inside, and even hugging your backpack does little to warm him. It should – holding things that belong to you have always done so. The sweater he wears? Not his. Yours. He loves it so much you've never worn it since you began dating, and it has a comfortable and steady place of pride in the middle of his closet. The low drop of the shoulder lines, the too-long sleeves, the soft and heavy weave – it all reminds him of you.
He wonders why you are the one in charge of not only coming up with the dance, but teaching it to her, too. Surely Lisa must have had a personal say in it at the table. It isn't like you market your abilities towards girl groups, and Jimin would have thought that being alone with a woman in the studio would have been a preference. The only logical explanation he can come up with is that she asked for you by name, and that she had plans in place banking on you coming alone.
A twisted sort of pride and smugness fills him. Just by being there, he had thwarted unsavoury intentions. It would explain why she had not greeted him.
Still, Jimin fears taking his eyes off of you, and he doesn't blink, not even when his eyes begin to water. He has to eventually.
It's all about you, all about her. You're the earth to Lisa's sun. Lisa dances, you watch her, and Jimin, the moon, sits off to the side, forgotten and cold and alone, with not even another moon to confide in.
He knows your... history with her. You had shut down a contract on choreographing the group’s new title track and Jimin, curious and having stumbled across your email declining it, asked you why. You'd waved it off, citing a timetable clash, but Jimin knows your timetable like the back of his hand. You share a calendar and Jimin is always acutely aware of time and how it passes, counting down the days until he can snuggle into your open arms and forget everything but the soft rise and fall of your chest.
Eventually you admitted that you and Lisa had been closer than was strictly allowed. You had been reluctant to disclose more than that, but Jimin wanted to know out of simple curiosity, and you've always had a hard time refusing him.
On and off, you'd described it. Casual, you said.
He had accepted this and did not think about it again for months. You were his, and that was all he needed.
Now it is all he can think about.
What if you decide you actually prefer her company? What if you decide to leave him and come out to the public as Lisa's boyfriend, not Jimin's?
It weighs heavily on him. He notices how your hands wrap over her shoulders, how your feet nudge hers into place, how your lowered head and murmured words don't quite reach his ears.
The end of the session doesn't end quickly enough. When it does, at long last, Jimin is the first at the door, holding the backpack by the loop on top rather than swinging it over a shoulder. His visitor pass hangs around his neck, white lettering on a black card denoting how he does not belong there. You do not have a visitor pass, and neither does Lisa.
You compliment her while you toss your jacket over your shoulder. Her smile is wide and sweet, her thanks-and-see-you-later genuine. She tucks her hair over her ear, and her fringe sways back into place. Jimin stares at his feet as you hold the door open – she leaves first, waving and smiling, and you split off the opposite way down the corridor. Jimin trails behind.
"Jimin, baby? You were upset earlier. What's wrong?" You wait for him to catch up and try to link your hands together. He pulls away, soft fingers slipping out of your grasp, and you frown.
He only walks faster. It wouldn't be hard to catch up to him – each of your strides are basically two of his – but you let him go. When you head down into the car-park underground, you unlock the car before he gets there, letting him slide in and sit quietly until you arrive and claim the driver's seat.
The car ride is heavy. The air is heavy. Jimin's heart is heavy.
Absorbed in his own thoughts, he doesn't notice the things he usually does. He loves car rides with you, normally. The simple black sedan – an automatic with chrome wheels and seat warming options – is safe and comfortable and reminds Jimin of first dates and awkward kisses. Today he doesn't point out the pretty sunset, pale pink and orange with wispy chick-yellow clouds struck across the sky.
You've had this car for a while. He wonders if Lisa's ever been sitting where he is now, or in the back seat, where the windows are tinted black for privacy. He knows he's used the backseat for wandering hands and hungry mouths, and he's likely not the first.
A sliver of doubt creeps into his mind, crawling low to avoid the searching floodlights. Has he ever had you, truly? Do you look at him and see something temporary, a placeholder, something to place in the back of a drawer and never touch again?
Maybe this is why you are so hesitant to come out as a couple. Doing so would chain yourself to him, and any breakup would be more trouble than not.
Jimin shifts the backpack on his lap. He whispers, "Do you still want her?"
He fidgets with the sleeves of his sweater and fixes his mask. He is sitting in the front seat where windows cannot be tinted and must act as if a camera is right outside the car, its lens searching for a familiar celebrity face.
You glance at him before returning your eyes to the road. "No."
Jimin waits for the but, the although. It never comes.
"You are the only one I want to kiss. You are the only one I drive home faster for." You turn left and wait in a slip lane, using the time to gaze at him. You try his hand again, and this time, he allows your fingers to thread between his.
He stares at your entwined hands, turning them over silently to trace the lines of your palm. He likes how they fit perfectly together, how his hand looks soft and delicate and rests comfortably in your warm palm.
The car rolls forward, engine rumbling softly. You stroke his fingers with your thumb, brushing over his knuckles and the soft skin between them.
"Don't speed," he lectures, though his voice is quiet and muffled.
"I know. I can't get caught, or how else can I come home and kiss you?" You squeeze his fingers, driving with one hand. You shouldn't – ten and two always, you know the rule – but Jimin's small hand tightens on yours when it starts to slip away, and he holds it tenderly in his lap as if it is a precious artefact made of pure gold. He cups both hands around it, protecting it from the elements.
You have to keep your eyes on the road, following the white lines that flash by. Jimin's gaze on the side of your face is nervous and you can feel it boring into your temple.
"Hyung, are you upset with me?" he asks quietly. "I'm sorry."
"I'm not upset," you reassure, "why would I be?"
He shrugs, keeping his eyes low on your hand. He plays with your fingers. "I ruined the mood by being there, right? I should've just let you go alone."
"Jimin..."
He clutches your hand a little closer at your sigh.
"That's what you used to do," you say. "You used to bottle it all up and never told me anything. We both felt awful." You glance at him. "As long as you're not keeping quiet about what's bothering you, you could never make me upset."
The silence you leave after your words is intentional. He knows this, and it comforts him. Gives him a space to talk about what's troubling him.
"I was jealous," he finally admits in a small voice. "I didn't trust you to not do anything if it was only you and her. I don't know why – you haven't given me any reason to worry about that."
"Do you still worry about it?"
He shakes his head. Nods. Shakes his head again. Settles on a sigh.
"It's okay, baby. Do you think a movie would make you feel better?"
"How many am I allowed?"
"As many as you want."
 "Lord of the Rings marathon?" he asks, hopefully.
You smile, all the edges soft, and nod. "When we get home, get changed and get ready with a blanket. I'll order take-out and we can cuddle all night long. Does that sound good?"
He pulls down his mask and brings your hand up to his face, soft lips brushing your knuckles. The glimmer returns to his eyes and warmth blooms in his chest, scalding the dark creatures that chitter around his heart.
He smiles. "I think that sounds amazing."
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jigujellee · 2 years
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THE MOST BEAUTIFUL TIME OF THE YEAR -> christmas for you means watching rosé stress over decorations. [ request: rosé reaching up to hold mistletoe above both of our heads just to kiss y/n ]
rosé x reader fluff word count: 1.1k warnings: none
a/n: i am so sorry this took so long! and this goes for all the other requests as well. i’ve just been unmotivated and personally just going through something, so it was hard to get myself to write. i have a few more in the works, so thank you for continuing to be patient with me! i love you all very much and i hope you can enjoy this bit of fluff heehee <3 and to the anon that sent this, i also want a gf :’) i’m manifesting love and good vibes this year for all of us!!
a mountain of boxes and storage bins flooded your new living room as you try to make your way through without tripping over anything. after successfully tip toeing and jumping around, you place the last few boxes on an empty spot next to the couch. who knew someone could own this much christmas decorations?
“that’s the last of them love,” you say to your girlfriend rosé, who was already looking through a few of the boxes.
“perfect! thank you baby,” she drops the decorations in her hands to give you a kiss on the cheek which you gladly accept as you wrap your arms around her waist.
“now, i mean this with so much love, but i’m gonna have to ask you to get out” rosé says with so much seriousness laced in her voice as she looks right into your eyes.
“what, why? i thought we were going to decorate together? this is our first christmas in our first apartment and i want to decorate with you”
“i know love, but you know how i get when it comes to decorating for christmas,” which you can’t argue with. rosé becomes dead silent and has laser focus when it comes to decorating, and it’s honestly quite amusing to watch. but one wrong move from your end could cause her to go insane and you don’t want that. just last year, you watched as your girlfriend scolded lisa for almost 20 minutes just for putting a silver ornament instead of a red ornament and you realized rosé took it very, very seriously.
still, you wanted to spend time with her because there’s nothing more romantic than decorating for the holidays with a loved one. rosé could tell how much you wanted to because of your signature pout that you always wore whenever you disagreed with her. as cute as she thought it was, she didn’t want to hurt your feelings so she came up with an idea.
“how about this? why don’t you make those amazingly delicious gingerbread cookies that i love so much while i fix the tree, and then we can decorate the gingerbread cookies together when i’m done?”
you look at her for a moment to contemplate her proposition. you do enjoy baking and you would technically be doing some holiday decorating with her, just on a cookie.
“fine, i’ll bake. but we’re gonna decorate together next year okay?”
“yup!” she gets on her tippy toes to plant a kiss on your forehead before sending you off to the kitchen to start baking the cookies. as you prepare all the ingredients and equipment for the cookies, rosé turns the bluetooth speaker on and puts your christmas playlist on blast.
something you and rosé share in common is that you both become very focused in whatever task you’re doing. right now, you’re so engrossed in your baking that you momentarily forget rosé is right across from you in the living room. but she’s also not paying attention as she strategically places the ornaments on the tree before stepping back to look at the whole thing. as rosé shoves her hand into the box to pick up one last ornament, she finds a mistletoe at the bottom of the box instead. funnily enough, mistletoe by justin bieber is the next song to play. was it coincidence or was it fate? rosé wouldn’t know but it gave her an idea anyway. she holds the mistletoe tightly in her hand and hides it behind her back as she makes her way to you.
“hmmm it smells really good babe! i’m so excited to decorate these with you”, she exclaims as she lays her chin on your shoulder.
“they’re almost done love, just a few more minutes in the oven and then once i’m finished with the frosting, we can decorate!” you take your eyes off the bowl filled with the white substance and look up to see the tree. to say it was beautiful was an understatement. it was decorated to perfection with red and gold ornaments hanging off each branch, fake pinecones, little bells and poinsettias filling in the gaps. the whole tree was wrapped from top to bottom with warm, soft yellow lights and a large red ribbon. to finish it all off, a simple gold star sat on the top of the tree.
“the tree looks wonderful rosie, you did an amazing job” you say as you playfully wipe some of the frosting on her nose. she falls into a fit of screeches and giggles before wiping some off your spoon and putting it on your cheek. but instead of letting you clean it off yourself, rosé kisses your cheek and playfully licks it off. oh, she was such a tease.
“it tastes really good baby, and i’m not just talking about the icing” she says in a rather seductive manner as she sends a wink your way. it’s hard to hide the blush that manages to appear on your cheeks but cute and innocent rosé returns once she starts to giggle again.
“gotcha!”
“very funny babe” you smile at your girlfriend before realizing one of her arms was behind her back. you cock your eyebrow slightly, “what are you up to love? are you finished decorating?”
“yeah pretty much. i just came here for something”
rosé doesn’t say anything and just points to her ear, telling you to listen to the song that was currently playing. then rosé starts singing along.
kiss me underneath the mistletoe
show me baby that you love me so
rosé takes her arm out from behind and raises the mistletoe above your heads. you both look up and then back at each other in perfect synchronization, causing a smile to grow on both of your faces. you grab her waist and pull her in as you gently plant your lips directly onto hers. rosé’s lips were so soft, sweet, and warm and you both just melt into each other, not realizing the song has already ended. sadly, you pull away from her once the timer for the cookies go off. you let go of rosé to turn the alarm off and pull the cookies out of the oven. as you do so, a pair of arms snakes around your waist as rosé places her chin on your shoulder once again.
“they look so cute and yummy, when can we decorate?”
“give them about 5-10 minutes to cool, then we can frost them. in the mean time,” you trail off as you turn around to face your girlfriend and kiss her again. but now, she’s the one to pull away from you.
“i love you y/n” she nuzzles her face into your neck as she hugs you tight.
“i love you more rosie. i can’t wait for more christmases with you”
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