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[iamthejinyouarethejin]

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holiday fun prompts for your otp 🎄🎄🎄(or that one person you keep thinking about 🧍‍♀️)

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• putting up decorations together

• picking out your first artificial/real tree together

• buying decorations/ornaments!!! (i can’t be the only person that finds that fun man 😭)

• putting up lights!

• light night rides to see lights around town/the neighborhood

• ^^^ going to a light show together!!

• going christmas caroling (playing instruments counts too 😋)

• getting your first shared pet (and shopping for pet outfits)

• one of you almost burning the house down before a special meal

• the two of you trying to avoid each other in a store (you��re shopping for gifts at the same time)

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cute things i'd like to experience with the person i like ꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ ♡‧₊˚ ♡

him liking me back

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slightly unconventional "i kind of like you" prompts for the delulu girlies ♡

"i'm not saying you look bad." "so what are you saying?" "exactly what i just said! you don't look bad."

"do you think i'm pretty?" *chokes* "hm?" "pretty!" "well yeah, of course i do."

"you're just not someone i feel like i'd regret."

"what if - hypothetically, of course - we got married?"

"calm down. i'm not your girlfriend." *mutters* "yet."

"but i do think about you all the time. i do."

"i know what it's like to love someone so much that when you see them, your whole body is good for nothin'." "how?" *pause* "ask yourself."

"you are my favorite out of all of them. even the ones that aren't in your category."

i'm so creative teeheehee... i really like these! i'm not usually the greatest at coming up w/ prompts, but i did this time!! the fourth one has been swimming around in my head for a while now, so DONT STEAL IT for your prompt list... please. :)

if you do use some of these for your writing, send it to me or tag me in the comments so i can read your work!! ♡♡♡

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you watched him move across the room toward his things. you almost didn’t want to part from them; then again, what choice did you have? it was your fault. you f’ed up, and now he was going to be completely, totally, wholly gone.

“did you want to keep this?” his deep voice popped you out of your thoughts.

“no, you can.” but you regretted it as soon as you said it. you wanted to keep it and rest beside your bed again, just like the two of you had when you first made it.

the small mural the two of you had painted.

“you sure? i know how much it meant to you… and i don’t really have the space, i mean-”

“you’re taking the rest of the stuff. why do you all of a sudden not have room for a tiny painting?” your voice came off harsher than you had hoped, but he clearly got the message and laid the mural inside the box.

he folded a few more things and stuffed them inside with the rest of his belongings. belongings you wanted to keep.

“alright,” he huffed as he stood. “i think that’s it.”

he watched as you forced out a grimace. your heart was in your stomach.

“is there anything else i can take while i’m here? some of mila’s stuff?”

mila was your dog, the dog that you’d lost a week before the split. she must have been the only thing holding the two of you together.

“i-i thought you didn’t have space,” you uttered out. you were trying to erk him, start up an argument… anything to make him stay.

call it toxic or dumb.

you didn’t want to relive him walking out on you.

“well… i could put it in storage. just to get it out your space, y’know. i’m sure it’s hard having her stuff around without her being here.”

“no, i want it here.” this time you weren’t lying.

“okay then.” he shifted on his feet after a few awkward seconds, picked up his box, and prepared to go.

“wait-" you squawked.

“hm?”

you ran and grabbed mila’s paw art from behind the kitchen island.

“she made this for you. see? it says “happy father’s day.”

he raised his brows and gloomily chuckled.

“thank you,” he whispered.

“mhm.”

“take care yourself. i…i’m most definitely going to miss you,” he laughed quietly.

your head spun at his words.

“you too.”

the two of you solemnly walked out the door, still accustomed to being close to each other whenever you came home and left.

“goodbye.”

he placed one last kiss to your lips, a kiss that would have made you take him back at any given moment.

this all spun through your mind as he walked down the hall in long, slow, sad strides.

he looked as if he was just about to turn around and run back to you; to kiss you, to hug you, to tell you everything would be okay; and to love you again.

but he didn’t, he kept walking. he didn’t stop, until he was far, far out of view.

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sad ice creams

it's my birthday!! so i shall write something good for you all. :)

(jk this was very bad)

enjoy. :)

"guess whose special day it is?" he gloated for you, poking at your cheek and smiling like a little kid. "hm?"

you sat in silence and gave him a small smile.

"mine?"

"yes!" he exclaimed and picked up your "happy birthday" squishmallow, along with others from his collection of "stuffed goods".

"what's on the itinerary for today? you're the birthday princess. it's all you."

you shrugged and rested your chin on your hand.

"i dunno. cake?"

"c-cake? i mean cake is good, but that's all you wanna do? eat cake?"

"it's my birthday, and i'll eat cake if there's cake."

actually, you thought. i wanna go home and cry and sob and wail and be snotty for the rest of my life.

he pouted and stared at you - birthdays aren't supposed to be sad. they're supposed to be happy.

"hey," he poked your cheek again. "what's up?"

"nothing." you chuckled. "why?"

"because something's up."

"nothing is up."

"something is up." there was a deep sincerity in his eyes, piercing through every wall you tried to put up.

you held yourself together and inhaled. your chest was tight.

"i want ice cream."

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and so you got ice cream.

if that's all you got, you would've been fine. you had him, and cold happiness- what else could you ask for?

"listen, what's going on?"

"i'm fine, baby," you laughed off his worry. "seriously."

"babe, i'm being for real. what is going o-"

"i'm fine! just leave me alone."

he sunk back into the bench, quietly scooping the cookies and cream out of his cup.

y'know when you bend a stretchy ruler and it turns pale under the tension? maybe not, but nothing else could convey how you felt in that moment. stretched. tight. overextended.

the day had been crap since it started, and you couldn't tell him why. he'd never understand.

you sobbed into your ice cream cup, wiping your snot on your hoodie sleeve.

"hey, hey, hey-" he cooed.

"i'm fine."

"uh, yeah, no- you're not."

he grabbed you before you could stand, slamming you back on the bench.

"hey! talk to me. what the hell is going on?!"

and just like that, everything came pouring out. the worry, the stress, the pain, the regret - you laid it on there for him to see, expecting him to kick it away and use the good 'ol, "it'll be okay."

but he didn't.

he didn't pat your back and kiss you, whispering "i understand" or "it'll be fine".

he sat beside you and pulled you into him, urging you to continue with your venting, and took it all on himself. he didn't shoo your pain away, he picked it up and put it on his own back.

and though this doesn't necessarily have a happy ending, the two of you figured it out in the end.

sad ice cream. :(

it always finds a way to make things better.

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warm hugs

he wouldn't want to let you go. ever, at that. your body was so close to his, it felt like you were in his skin.

you wouldn't have it any other way.

long make-out sessions, fancy dates, and spontaneous 3 am McDonald's runs were nice, but could anything truly compare to the way the two of you felt holding each other?

it was like the world would stop in that moment, just you he could be close to you, just so you could be close to him.

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I’d Do Anything

“You didn’t have to do that…” you smiled. He drowsily shook his head, grinning.

“No problem,” he smirked.

Actually, it was a problem.

At least to you.

He’d taken a massive hit for you.

You were still wondering why the boys were attempting to play dodgeball with a basketball, for one. You were so close to being in the position he was, sprawled out on a cot, but he saved you.

“Does it still hurt?” You laid your hand on his.

“Meh,” he murmured. “Not really.” His swelling, bruised forehead said otherwise. Jalen Hairr had the best arm out of anyone in your PE class, so when that ball was flying toward you, you thought it’d be the end.

“Are you sure?” you softly cooed.

“Yeah yeah.” His eyes sleepily wandered around the room, his drunken laugh making your heart flutter. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. "Just shaken up, haha."

"Right..."

Silence.

“Do you want me to leave?” He tilted his head up, smiling. “Or-”

“No no… Stay.”

Forcing away a dopey giggle, you shifted on the small stool to make yourself more comfortable. You could tell your presence made him relax more, but he still winced like he was in terrible pain.

“Alrighty then!” You laughed at his dramatic swoon. “Not for long. Mrs. Ortega’s gonna make me leave.”

“What’s your next class?”

“Pre-calc...", you grimaced. “Honors.”

“Damn. Pretty and smart?” He chortled, his eyes weary. You both made eye contact for a split second- it almost seemed like he got lost in yours.

"Maybe that ball hit you harder than we thought." You tried laughing it off. He'd never say that to you if he was in his right mind. Right?

"Maybe."

Mhm.

"You know I'd do anything for you." he chuckled.

"Hm?"

He turned away from you... as if just realizing what he'd said.

"It's true-" he whispered. "I would."

"Oh... That's great to know."

Seriously? oH, tHaT's GrEaT tO kNoW!

Stupid.

"You really would?" you quirked.

"Of course. Who wouldn't? Y-You're amazing." He shook his head, still not looking you in the eye, like he was in a daze. The daze of your beauty. The daze of how happy you made him.

"You're amazing."

He made you smile, and you finally met his eyes again.

You playfully tugged on his finger, him returning the favor by lightly kicking your foot.

"AH- I've been hit!"

"A soldier is down. I repeat a soldier is down!' He boasted in his deep commander voice, grinning like a kid.

"T-tell my husband I love h- bleh. And death."

He laughed at your antics. Maybe getting hit in the forehead with an extremely hard basketball wasn't so bad after all.

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♡ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐳 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐜 𝐦𝐨𝐢 ♡ - "ˢᵗᵃʸ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐᵉ"

✧˖°.⁺‧˚ ♡ ˚‧⁺ ✧˖°. author's note: i had a random late night inspiration, maybe it'll happen somewhere in the future. who knows? ✧˖°.⁺‧˚ ♡ ˚‧⁺ ✧˖°.

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especially mine. so enjoy. :)

‎♡‧₊˚ i wuv you

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i felt something was off. as i held him close to me, the glass wasn't half empty to me anymore, it was overflowing. our breaths were rhythmic and in sync. i didn't want to leave.

he slept like a baby. his soft snores, his face, squished into my chest. he looked so perfect pressed into me.

'i can't disturb him', i convinced myself. just go back to sleep, and everything will be fine.

he grumbled to himself. was he still half awake? it didn't seem like it. instead, it seemed as if he was unknowingly trying to get me not to go. who could leave a face like that behind, because they "felt like they were too happy "? no one. i sure didn't want to be the first.

he opened his mouth and slapped his lips together, tightening his arms' grip around my waist.

"you're not asleep, are you?" no response. i slowly pulled his arms off of me in an attempt to slide out the bed - with as little noise as possible.

"goodnight, my love." i placed a kiss on his forehead and smiled. i didn't want to depart from him just yet. he looked so precious and tiny. or maybe he looked like an ordinary person, and i was just madly in love.

i took hold of my things and unlocked the door of his window. i dreaded going back home. i longed to be in my own bed, but by the time i got there, i'd be craving the soft atmosphere of the pink LED lights in his room and the smell of old comic books and cologne.

stop it. i shook of the thoughts and prepared to make my way out of the small window and back into the cold. i stuck my leg through, wincing at the feeling of the icy breeze on my toes.

dammit. i'd left my shoes in the hallway.

"where are you going?

dammit dammit dammit.

my head snapped back as i met his eyes. his big, beautiful, sleepy eyes.

"home."

his gaze intensified as he shuffled from under the covers.

"but can't this be your home tonight? well... i'm here." he peeped, hastily making his way out of bed.

"no, no, go back to sleep."

"no. i'm going with you."

"no," i whispered. i pulled myself back through the window and shook my head.

"you need the rest, and you have no shoes."

"forget the shoes - you need the rest more than i do."

"i think i'd get more of it if you were with me."

"i-"

i paused and looked at my feet. my socks were thin, and if i went into the hallway i'd wake his dogs who, quite literally, would go ballistic, alerting every person in his house that i was there.

'hey," he whispered. "restez avec moi." i averted his gaze as he grinned and raised a brow. "please, my love?"

i sighed and bit the inside of my cheek. this could possibly be a horrible idea with even worse outcomes or... it could be fine.

"should i?"

he giggled and nodded, patting the empty space beside him.

"you absolutely should."

my body forced me back into his bed, except this time, i was okay with it. happiness should be normal. i was going to make it normal for both of us.

"restez avec moi. my poem."

"hm?"

"you remember it?"

"of course," he smiled. "now go to sleep."

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AHHHHHHHHHHH

Drunken Love Confessions

"I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?"

"You're all I ever wanted. I'm sorry I can't say it sober."

"I can't wait for the room to stop spinning, so I can focus on your face again."

"I would love to hear those words in any other place than this bathroom, holding your hair back."

"You're cute. And a bit blurry. But definitely always so cute."

"I think I love you." "And I would love to answer you accordingly, but I think I would appreciate it more when you’re actually able to understand my answer."

"Don't tell my sober me that I told you I love you. It was a secret."

"I…I want to give you my heart. It belongs to… to you. How… how can I give it to you? I don’t want it anymore." "Let’s wait until tomorrow with the surgery."

"Oh I'm dreaming of you again. If I wouldn't be dreaming and if you would be really here, then I would tell you I love you."

"I love you. But that's a secret. So I won't tell you about it."

"You're drunk." "Yes. And hopelessly in love with you."

"I'm seeing you twice. Oh, now I can give all my love to even more of you."

"Say that again after two coffees at least and I will be yours."

"You're so adorable. I want to pick you up and never let you down."

"I've always loved you. But I will never tell you."

"This is not a dream, I think. In my dreams we're usually kissing."

"I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?" "You’re not doing anything." "But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?"

"Can you keep a secret? I am madly in love with you. But psshh."

"I fell in love with you." "No, you fell down the stairs. You should really learn to hold your liquor."

"You're so perfect. How can anyone be so perfect? Maybe you're just a dream."

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sleepy time

i'm obsessed with late-night cuddle fics leave me alone

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you dozed off in his arms, only a quarter of your mind aware of the video. this was your first time watching asmr with him. you never thought he'd be into it, but you learn somethin' new every day.

at first, he thought it was weird; he didn't like how the sounds and movements made him feel. a man in dim lighting tapped at a pen and asked random questions to get you to drowse away, and he was doing well for the most part. you'd both agreed that whoever could answer the most questions without falling asleep would be the little spoon for 3 nights in a row, which was big for the two of you.

"tuesday," he answered smugly. "looks like someone's getting a little tired."

you yawned and nuzzled your head further into his soft sweater, cooing at the warmth he provided. you'd forgotten all about your little bet. you were too comfortable.

"i guess i have no choice but to be the big spoon tonight," he sighed, shaking his head. "you should be glad you're cute."

you mumbled quiet susurrants to yourself, provoking a small chuckle from your lover.

"you are somethin' else," he laughed. he pulls you closer to him and allows the two of you to sink into the soft mattress.

the asmr video continues to play, easing you both to sleep.

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most realistic thing i’ve eva written 😖

I’d Do Anything

“You didn’t have to do that…” you smiled. He drowsily shook his head, grinning.

“No problem,” he smirked.

Actually, it was a problem.

At least to you.

He’d taken a massive hit for you.

You were still wondering why the boys were attempting to play dodgeball with a basketball, for one. You were so close to being in the position he was, sprawled out on a cot, but he saved you.

“Does it still hurt?” You laid your hand on his.

“Meh,” he murmured. “Not really.” His swelling, bruised forehead said otherwise. Jalen Hairr had the best arm out of anyone in your PE class, so when that ball was flying toward you, you thought it’d be the end.

“Are you sure?” you softly cooed.

“Yeah yeah.” His eyes sleepily wandered around the room, his drunken laugh making your heart flutter. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. "Just shaken up, haha."

"Right..."

Silence.

“Do you want me to leave?” He tilted his head up, smiling. “Or-”

“No no… Stay.”

Forcing away a dopey giggle, you shifted on the small stool to make yourself more comfortable. You could tell your presence made him relax more, but he still winced like he was in terrible pain.

“Alrighty then!” You laughed at his dramatic swoon. “Not for long. Mrs. Ortega’s gonna make me leave.”

“What’s your next class?”

“Pre-calc...", you grimaced. “Honors.”

“Damn. Pretty and smart?” He chortled, his eyes weary. You both made eye contact for a split second- it almost seemed like he got lost in yours.

"Maybe that ball hit you harder than we thought." You tried laughing it off. He'd never say that to you if he was in his right mind. Right?

"Maybe."

Mhm.

"You know I'd do anything for you." he chuckled.

"Hm?"

He turned away from you... as if just realizing what he'd said.

"It's true-" he whispered. "I would."

"Oh... That's great to know."

Seriously? oH, tHaT's GrEaT tO kNoW!

Stupid.

"You really would?" you quirked.

"Of course. Who wouldn't? Y-You're amazing." He shook his head, still not looking you in the eye, like he was in a daze. The daze of your beauty. The daze of how happy you made him.

"You're amazing."

He made you smile, and you finally met his eyes again.

You playfully tugged on his finger, him returning the favor by lightly kicking your foot.

"AH- I've been hit!"

"A soldier is down. I repeat a soldier is down!' He boasted in his deep commander voice, grinning like a kid.

"T-tell my husband I love h- bleh. And death."

He laughed at your antics. Maybe getting hit in the forehead with an extremely hard basketball wasn't so bad after all.

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Your skin was his favorite color. You know what was his favorite, too? The feeling of being shoved inside of you every night. He would lovingly fuck you into ecstasy before you could get a word in, succumbing to the warmth of his thick shaft packed inside of you.

Oh, another thing, he enjoyed playing games with you. Sometimes he’d have you pick a number between 20 and 50, forcing you to count each stroke. Other times he’ll make you look him in the eyes at every thrust, no matter how red and clouded over they may have been.

He would rarely come first. He’d always make you wither to nothing under him, and sometimes on top of him, but he preferred you being underneath him, it was the best way for him to pleasure you without hurting himself. By that, I mean coming first. He hated it, but sometimes you’d look so innocent and fucked out that he couldn’t do anything but give in to how good you felt around him. He wanted you to feel pleasure first, and he wanted to be the cause of it. He was. Every time.

But every now and then, he’d let you straddle his waist and make him break in seconds. His typical soft moans dulled in comparison to the sounds he’d make as you moved on top of him. His hips would snap forward into you, bringing forth the tiniest whine, and soon enough, the familiar core tightness in the both of you.

Still, before either of you could reach your high, he’d slam you on your back and recklessly hammer into you. He always had to make you come first. He wanted you to not only see how much he loved you, but feel it.

he made sure of it.

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Your skin was his favorite color. You know what was his favorite, too? The feeling of being shoved inside of you every night. He would lovingly fuck you into ecstasy before you could get a word in, succumbing to the warmth of his thick shaft packed inside of you.

Oh, another thing, he enjoyed playing games with you. Sometimes he’d have you pick a number between 20 and 50, forcing you to count each stroke. Other times he’ll make you look him in the eyes at every thrust, no matter how red and clouded over they may have been.

He would rarely come first. He’d always make you wither to nothing under him, and sometimes on top of him, but he preferred you being underneath him, it was the best way for him to pleasure you without hurting himself. By that, I mean coming first. He hated it, but sometimes you’d look so innocent and fucked out that he couldn’t do anything but give in to how good you felt around him. He wanted you to feel pleasure first, and he wanted to be the cause of it. He was. Every time.

But every now and then, he’d let you straddle his waist and make him break in seconds. His typical soft moans dulled in comparison to the sounds he’d make as you moved on top of him. His hips would snap forward into you, bringing forth the tiniest whine, and soon enough, the familiar core tightness in the both of you.

Still, before either of you could reach your high, he’d slam you on your back and recklessly hammer into you. He always had to make you come first. He wanted you to not only see how much he loved you, but feel it.

he made sure of it.

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

you didn't like him, did you? of course you didn't. hopefully. hopefully you didn't like him. that would complicate things. (he's totally not your ex-boyfriend. :) but then again, most people don't have wet dreams about people you don't at least find attractive. and most people's hearts don't skip beats when they see someone they don't at least think is cute. and i mean, most people don't wonder what your children's names would be if you didn't have tiny feelings for the future parent. and most people don't blush over someone they don't think has the capability to be visually... appetizing. and most people don't have crushes on people they don't think have personalities that they could, despite how messed up they are, cherish. most people don't wanna hug and kiss someone til they explode if they don't... love them. most people usually catch feelings, and get crushes, and maybe even fall in love first. but, that's most people... it didn't have to be you. but it was you.

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stage fright

writing this because it's the romanticized/fluffed-up version of what's gonna happen to me tomorrow. :)

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te amo k ♡

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i wasn't scared to smile. i wasn't scared to have fun. i wasn't scared to stand on a stage in front of 100 kids. it was lightwork. i'd done speeches and won awards, competing in front of judges. i'd done sermons for judgy church people. i'd performed as the lead character in shows over and over again.

but could i have done any of that if he was there?

could i sing, could i be emotional and act, could i focus or even speak if he had been there?

my legs trembled on the stage. this had happened before, but it was never this bad. i glanced at my teacher. she gave me a reassuring thumbs up. meant nothing. i scanned the crowd for him, hoping i wouldn't see his face.

"please please please please."

i prayed to dear God he wouldn't be there.

but He had other plans.

we made eye contact, and i looked away. at least i thought i did. instead, i stood there, eyes locked with his, wide-mouthed, almost missing the intro of my song. he raised a brow, giving me a quizzical look and glanced away in the direction of his friend.

oh no.

"placed my feet on solid ground-" i stammered through the words and tried not to cry, forcing myself to look at anyone other than him. i met my best friend's eyes, her brows curving up in worry.

"you good?'" she mouthed from the audience. but i couldn't respond. my voice cracked on the harmony, the mic shaking in my hands.

i tried to find someone else to stare down. a teacher, one of the principals.

anyone.

but i just had to meet his eyes again.

except this time, he smiled.

@ratataqueennn he probably won't smile tomorrow :(