#roseanne prompts

[duckie-deer-prompts]

Duckie Deer Prompt #38

Angel Dust: *bursts into Lucifer's room*

Angel Dust: You two ARE havin' sex!!

Lucifer: *looks up from his ducks*

Alastor: *looks up from his book*

Alastor: Really? Lucifer, my king, why didn't you tell me? I would have put my book down.

[starrynini05]

santa tell me – roseanne park x barista!reader

summary: you can't help but wonder, is she really staying?

warnings: none (rosé is referred to as chae sometimes)

tags: idol!rosé ; non-idol!reader ; established relationship ; winter au ; first christmas ; holiday au

genre: fluff

word count: 1.1k

It was mid-December in Seoul, and the city gleamed like a scene straight out of a holiday movie. Snowflakes fluttered gently from the sky, blanketing the streets in a pristine white coat. The smell of roasted chestnuts wafted through the air, mingling with the faint notes of Christmas carols drifting from nearby shops. Couples walked hand in hand bundled in scarves and puffy jackets, clutching steaming cups of hot chocolate, their laughter mixing with the cheerful hum of the season.

Y/n adjusted her beanie as the biting wind nipped at her cheeks, making them flush. Pulling her scarf tighter around her neck, she glances softly at Roseanne, her six-month girlfriend. She was effortlessly stunning, even in the biting cold, her sharp features softened by the glow of fairy lights strung along the street. Her gloved hand held Y/n’s firmly, her thumb occasionally brushing against her knuckles in a way that sent warmth straight to the shorter girl's heart.

They had met almost a year ago while Y/n was working overtime in a café near the blonde’s studio. The Aussie singer stumbled upon the cute café after an exhausting recording session for her latest single, needing a place to relax and unwind. As she noticed the cute barista in the counter Chae didn’t waste her time trying to make small talk with her. This started a series of little dates and outings that had you both happy and smitten. After a couple of months and careful consideration, they finally made it official. This was their first Christmas season as a couple, and Y/n was equally excited and nervous.

The barista’s heart fluttered at how natural it felt to be with the blonde girl. Yet, there was a lingering doubt she couldn’t shake. Every time the holiday music played in the background, particularly that song, her mind echoed Ariana Grande’s lyrics:

"Santa, tell me if you're really there... 'Cause I can't give it all away if he won't be here next year." She knew dating the idol came with its own set of challenges, the possibility of it not lasting making her dizzy.

As they wandered into a Christmas market near Gwanghwamun Square, they noticed the stalls brimming with holiday trinkets, handmade ornaments, and steaming snacks. The festive energy buzzed all around them, but Y/n’s thoughts were miles away. Rosie squeezed her hand lightly, drawing her back to the moment.

“You’ve been quiet today,” she said, her voice soft but laced with curiosity. “Is everything okay?”

Hmm?” Y/n looked up at her, startled. “Oh, I’m fine. Just… thinking.”

“About what?” the idol asked, leading her toward a stall selling intricately crafted glass ornaments.

“About Christmas,” she admitted, her eyes scanning the delicate baubles sparkling under the warm light. “And us.”

Chae arched an eyebrow, pausing to study her face. “Us? Should I be worried?”

Y/n laughed, though it was a bit forced. “No, it’s nothing bad! It’s just… this time of year always feels so magical. But at the same time, it makes me think about the future. Like, will we be doing this next year? Or the year after that?”

Chaeyoung’s expression softened as she reached for an ornament shaped like a snowflake. “You’re worried about next Christmas already sweetheart?”

Y/n shrugged, trying to play it off. “Maybe. I guess I’m just trying to figure out how much to let myself… believe in all of this.”

Setting the ornament down, Chae turned to her fully, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re overthinking again.”

“Maybe,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing under the brown-eyed girl’s gaze. “But can you blame me?”

Rosé didn’t reply right away, instead brushing a stray snowflake off her hair. “Stay here for a second,” she said suddenly, her tone light but determined.

“Rosie, what—”

Before she could finish, the blond darted off toward a stall a few steps away, leaving her standing in the middle of the bustling market. Y/n crossed her arms, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her breath visible in the frosty air. She wondered what her girlfriend was up to when she caught sight of her handing cash to the vendor and pocketing something small.

When she returned, she hid whatever she’d bought behind her back, her grin sheepish but endearing. “Close your eyes,” she said.

The brunette frowned. “What are you doing?”

“Just trust me,” the singer insisted, stepping closer.

With a sigh and a playful roll of her eyes, Y/n complied, standing still as the chill nipped at her cheeks.

“Okay, open.”

When she did, she found herself staring at a small red box tied with a golden ribbon. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Rosie …”

“Before you get any ideas, it’s not *that*,” Rosé teased, her laughter warm and low. “Just open it.”

Y/n untied the ribbon carefully, her fingers trembling slightly. Inside was a simple silver charm bracelet, its single charm a tiny snowman with a red scarf. Y/n felt her throat tighten as she traced the charm with her fingertips.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, looking up at the golden-haired girl.

“I saw it and thought of you,” she said, her tone turning uncharacteristically serious. “It’s just the first charm, though. My idea is to add a new one every Christmas we spend together. That way, you’ll never have to wonder if I’ll be here next year, or the year after that.”

Y/n blinked rapidly, trying to fight back tears. The gesture was simple, yet it carried so much weight. “You mean…”

“I mean I’m not going anywhere,” Roseanne said, her smile softening. “So, you don’t have to ask Santa or worry about next Christmas. I’m all in, princess.”

She threw her arms around the taller girl’s neck, burying her face in her pink scarf to hide the happy tears streaming down her cheeks. “You’re the best gift I could ever ask for.”

“And you’re stuck with me,” she teased, wrapping her arms around the brunette tightly.

The rest of the evening felt like a dream. They strolled through the market, sipping hot cocoa and admiring the festive lights, their worries melting away with every laugh and shared glance.

Later, as they stood in front of a massive Christmas tree glowing with golden lights, Y/n glanced up at Rosie, her heart full. Maybe she didn’t need to ask Santa this year. She already had everything she wanted right here.

[toashesireturn]

For all the shit i talk about my old youth leader's sermons sometimes, at least when i was in the church he wasn't a doomsday preacher and told us that there have been a lot of end times scares in history and we dont have any reason to think ours will be the real end other than that we are the ones living it. Life will keep going

[minarisplaything]

Gala Gal ft. Blackpink Rosé

pairing: Rosé x male reader rating: Explicit wordcount: 2.8k prompt: a young journalist gets a chance of a lifetime with Rosé at a recent event.

Being a writer for a celebrity magazine has its advantages, such as getting to attend grand events like the Cannes Film Festival, or in this case, the MET Gala. Now you might think, where's the fun or excitement in that? A bunch of rich people dressed in overpriced clothing and posing on the red carpet while you have to ask them redundant questions that no one truly cares about outside a small niche of fans.

That is a reasonable question to ask, and a fair point to make. Hell, there are times when you wonder to yourself just how legitimate of a job this is. You certainly hear that question from your parents enough. But the answer to all of those questions comes from the woman currently walking towards you.

"Thank you for your time," you say to the current girl in front of you.

You have been interviewing some girl who is apparently 'the next Olivia Rodrigo,' which is a wild title to have, but you digress. As you bid her good-bye, a sudden chorus of "Rosé! Rosé over here!" erupts from the group of photographers, followed by a series of flashing light bulbs.

Your eyes flick over to the red carpet area near you to see none other than the 26-year-old starlet, Roseanne Park. Otherwise known as Rosé from Blackpink.

You have never crossed paths with her at any events you have covered; which you just toss up to bad luck or god punishing you for some crime you can’t remember. Either way, it seems like you will finally be getting your chance. Judging from this distance, she is just as beautiful as she appears in all her photos.

Her blonde hair is flowing down her back while loose bangs frame her face as she smiles for the camera. She is wearing a black dress that is form-fitting at the top, held together by two thin straps, and flares outwards at the waist. Frankly, she looks stunning. It is a classy dress that still manages to spark arousal in you. Though, you will keep that last part to yourself.

It is only a few moments later that you have to compose yourself as the press woman directs Rosé towards your vicinity. Adjusting your stance, and growing erection, you cough and put on a friendly smile as she walks over.

"Hi, I'm with Eros Magazine," you introduce yourself, managing to remain composed.

"Rosie, it’s nice to meet you," she says sweetly. She is even more beautiful up close, and that smile is practically paralyzing. Given that you don't trust your tongue at the moment, you decide to keep it simple.

"So how are you tonight?" you question, knowing how many times she must have answered it already.

"I'm great! It's a little cold tonight, but I'm excited to be here," she starts in her accented voice. "I love the Museum of Arts and supporting a good cause is always great. There are so many beautiful dresses and people here. So it's all feeling great right now!" she says, remaining smiling and bubbly throughout her answer.

For your part, you merely nod your head and smile, holding the recorder up to get every word. You go through the litany of typical red carpet questions: what projects are you working on, how's the music coming; all the typical things you could hand in to your editor when a story is due. You can see the press woman getting antsy though. Typical. Figuring you only have one or two questions left, you decide to venture out a bit.

"So, you're going to be going on tour again soon, that must be exciting..."

"It is! You're actually the first one to bring that up all night," she says, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"I do like to do my homework beforehand," you joke with a grin before continuing, "That being said, how do you manage to have fun and unwind? Even at these events, you have to keep a certain image, right?"

Rosé is quiet at first, and for a moment, she glances around as if to check that the coast is clear before she answers, "Oh, you know the girls and I find out ways to have fun. And this is actually my third year at the Gala, so I’ve found the little tricks and ways to have some fun."

There is something about the way she looks at you as she speaks that screams there is more than meets the eye to her words. Maybe it is the coy tone to her voice or the glint in her eye as she smiles. Whatever it is, you suddenly find yourself wondering exactly what ‘some fun' entails.

"By the way," Rosé says, interrupting your thoughts, "Eros Magazine...as in the Greek word for erotic love?"

Again she fixes you with that mischievous grin.

"Uh — yeah. Nice catch," you stammer, causing her to giggle.

"I like it" she says, a look you can’t read in her eye. Before you can ask anything further, the press woman begins to nudge her on to the next reporter. "It was nice meeting you."

"You too, have a good one," you reply, watching her intently as she walks away.

If that is your first and last interaction with the K-pop star, then you can say it has been interesting if nothing else. You get the feeling there is more to that little minx than meets the eye, you are only disappointed that you’d likely never get the chance to delve a bit further.

Covering the event means that you gain access to the party but hardly anyone does any real reporting. After all, these kinds of events are meant for the rich and famous.  To cement their status as celebrities, they then sneak off inside to where they can have their fun. For the most part, you reporters stay together, talk, and drink the free liquor that is available.

You expect your night will be spent at the bar, winding your time down until it reaches an acceptable time to call it a night. But first things first, if you are going to be here on the company dime, you might as well get your money's worth.

"I've been looking for you all night!"

You are in the middle of ordering yet another drink when a familiar accented voice reaches your ears. Turning in your stool, you lay your eyes on Roseanne Park for the second time tonight, only this time there is something a little more...loose to her demeanor. You get an explanation when you spot the glass in her hands and briefly wonder how many she had at this point.

"Me? You must be confused," you say, both amused, curious, and a bit confused, "I don't think anyone at this party has said I’m wanted."

"Well, you are!" she says, smiling as she moves towards you, "And now that I've found you, I have something to show you."

"Don't you have famous friends to entertain?" you question more than protest as she places her drink on the bar and takes your hand.

You catch a glimpse of a hint of a pout on her features, "Don’t worry, they’re occupied." Again, there is that suggestion that something more is going on. Of course, there is the very realistic possibility that your mind is just running away with crazy, erotic theories. But that potential doesn’t stop you from being any more turned on by the thought. Coupled with the fact that Rosé is dragging you through a gala to god-knows-where and you are practically dreaming. In that moment, she could take you to hell for all you care.

"You're going to love it, trust me," she assures, looking back at you as she continues leading.

"Oh, I’m sure," you reply. Your mind is racing with things from a blow job to taking her from behind, so needless to say, you are a bit disappointed when she stops at your destination.

"A photo booth?" you ask, a bit amused at how silly it seems.

Rosé is either undeterred or doesn’t register your lack of enthusiasm as she simply nods, still smiling and pulling you into the booth.

“It's fun! Come on," the blonde insists, pulling you by the hand into the photo booth. Judging by the size of it, the booth is clearly an afterthought to the gala planners, or maybe it just isn’t meant for two people at the same time to occupy it. You do your best to squeeze yourself in so she can close the curtain behind you. To your surprise, Rosé neatly slides onto your lap, her perfect, tight ass sitting right on top of where your hard-on has been growing for the last couple of minutes.

"Alright, so it takes six photos then prints them out there," she points to the deposit box under the screen. She either doesn't feel the bulge pressing firmly against her ass, or she is very good at playing naive.

"Okay," you nod, as if you are bothering to pay any attention to the pictures. 

As she shimmies on your lap to get into a better position, you decide to be bold and snake your arm around her slim waist, only to receive no complaints from the pop star. A countdown shows up on the screen, and when it says CHEESE, Rosé throws her arms around you, smiling openly as you try and fail not to look too bewildered. The screen replays your photo, and you can’t help but laugh at your own expense.

"Not bad," you grin, as the counter starts for the second photo.

"Not bad, but I think we can do better!" she says with a determined look on her face. When the screen says CHEESE again, Rosé suddenly leans over and licks the side of your face. You are so surprised you don't know how you react until the photo replays.

"Oh my god! That's great!" Rosé laughs.

You take the next few photos in the same fashion, going for ridiculous and silly in each one. After every photo, Rosé would shift her weight on your lap, rubbing against your erection each time. You are certain that she has to be well aware of what she is doing, and by the time the countdown for the last photo appears, you have made up your mind.

When the screen flashes, you turn Rosé's head to you and push your lips flush against hers. To your surprise, it takes less than half a second for her to respond, her hands moving up to cup your face. You kiss passionately like that until the simple need for air breaks you apart.

"I was starting to think all my work was for nothing," she says, a devilish grin on her face.

You raise an eyebrow at her; apparently, all your theories have just been confirmed. "You planned all this then?"

"I told you we know how to have our fun at these things," she comments, twirling a strand of hair in her finger.

"We?"

Mischief gleams in her gaze for a moment, “Maybe later. I know you’re a reporter, but you shouldn’t ask too many questions.”

She places a delicate finger to your lips as she gets up off your lap. The low ceiling of the booth doesn't allow her to stand up fully, but she doesn't have to as she crouches and reaches under her dress and begins pulling down her panties. "Fuck...these things are definitely ruined. I practically soaked them."

Her comment is more to herself than you, but your cock only grows harder at the revelation. You watch as she slides her thong down past her ankles, and her eyes fall to your crotch. With nimble fingers, she works on your button and zipper, springing free your aching cock.

 "Oh wow..." she mutters, eyeing it with an animalistic hunger. "I would love to wrap my lips around that..."

"You're more than welcomed to," you groan, starting to get that sense of teasing with the amount of anticipation that is building. You are tempted to just force her head onto your cock, but you stop short when she speaks.

"Later. We don't have a lot of time."

Your disappointment at that statement is short-lived as she stands again and turns around. Rosé lifts her skirt and hovers over your lap. Grabbing hold of your member, you let out a groan as she positions it at her entrance, rubbing it for a second in her dripping juices. Unable to hold out, you thrust your hips slightly upward, causing your tip to pierce her folds.

"Mmm, somebody's anxious," she purrs, her accent coming out thick.

"Can you fucking blame me?" you say through gritted teeth, reaching out to grab her waist. Before you can yank her down, she beats you to it and spears herself on your rod. "Oh fuck," you let out, feeling how tight her petite body is.

"God, you feel fucking amazing," you mutter into her shoulder.

"Ah~...and you're...much bigger than you look," she says, clearly trying to adjust to the size she just filled herself with in one go. Apparently, the discomfort isn't so bad as she soon begins lifting and dropping herself on your cock slowly. "Try not—ooh— to get too loud," she moans out, her ass rocking against you.

"Speak for yourself," you grunt, your hands gripping her waist firmly as you start to move your hips to match the movement of hers.

You can't wrap your head around the fact that you're fucking a member of one of the most famous girl groups in the world in a photobooth at a gala with hundreds of celebrities. Thankfully, you don't need to wrap your head around it, as long as you keep fucking her. With that in mind, you take control of the pace, gripping her waist and forcing yourself up into her. Each time you spear her pussy, it's like another piece of heaven. Her pussy is squeezing you like there's no tomorrow, only increasing the pleasure you get with each thrust.

"Shit, yes, yes! Fuck me," Rosé chants in a loud whisper as she puts her hand on the console to steady herself as you thrust up into her.

"God, you're fucking tight," you moan, continuing to pound her Australian pussy. "Someone could look in here at any second."

"Oooh, I know," she lets out a shuddering breath.

"You're getting off on that, aren't you?" you continue the dirty talk, sliding a strap off her shoulder so you can push her top down to fondle her pert breast.

"Yes, yes! It fucking turns me on," Rosé pants.

For a moment, you fear she has given you away, but you're too far gone to truly care at this point. Her hands slide down the console, and you're only aware of what happens when the shutter of the camera makes you look up. Looking over Rosé's shoulder as she bounces up and down, you see your photo displayed, Rosé's mouth opened in pleasure.

Grinning to yourself, you increase the speed of your thrusts, determined to get her orgasm face by the last photo.

"OH!" she squeals, surprised by your sudden turn of action. "Oh fuck, right there. Keep going," she pants, her hand covering yours and holding it firmly against her breast.

You squeeze firmly, shoving every inch of your meat deep into her snatch. Her lithe body arches back into you. She's panting heavily, each thrust causing her to take a sharp breath. You turn her head towards you and kiss her, her hand gripping the back of your head. It's sloppy and passionate, perfectly fitting the current heated moment that is occurring.

"I'm close. I'm so fucking close," Rosé chants, continuing to grip your head as she moves her hips to yours.

A few moments later, you have to cover her mouth with your hand as she shrieks her orgasm. Her walls clench around you as she comes, her juices flooding your cock.

"I'm going to cum," you warn, knowing you aren't going to last through her orgasm.

"Mmmph," Rosé says, until you remove your hand, "In me! Cum inside me!"

You don't take a second to question it, instead thrusting your hips upward, your cock pushing into her one last time as you empty rope after rope of your seed into her womb. You continue unloading into the star for what seems like eternity until you both finally collapse in the booth. Her body heaves on top of yours as she tries to catch her breath.

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard before," you pant, causing the Blackpink singer to giggle.

"Don't speak too soon," she says, leaning back and kissing you softly on the lips. Thinking of what she could have planned only causes your cock to twitch inside her with anticipation.

One thing is for certain: this girl certainly knows how to have fun.

BUY ME A COFFEE - if you enjoy my stories considering buying me a coffee! always appreciated, never required.

[rinxli]

𝓢𝓲𝓶𝓼 𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓸!

Hello! I've made some sims based on the prompts from @mmusicalwhims sims bingo. I had so much fun!

I want to expand a little bit on each sim because I love them a lot aaaaaa, so here we go

① I love this song! She is the first mean sim I've made. I think this song has a very interesting and even dark meaning ("bang bang bang bang" could be interpreted as in a gun)

② He's based on my childhood stuffed animal a duck called Patti (I have no idea what brand it is) It used to have a blue ribbon so the sim got blue on his outfit too.

③ For this sim I chose my favorite time of the day, the sunset! She gives me Sunset Shimmer meets Rarity vibes.

④ Her name is Roseanne and she's very sweet!

⑤ It is not a book trope per se, but when I read this prompt I immediately thought of Y/N, the protagonist of some wattpad books in like... 2015 (?) she's "not like the other girls" and naturally perfect If yk yk

That's all, thank you so much for reading!

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[coffeeandbatboys]

Song Prompts

A/N I can it takes you to a referral page with the link to YouTube I just spent an hour pasting these links on mobile I will fix them later.

If Tomorrow Never Comes/Garth Brooks

I Love A Rainy Night/Eddie Rabbitt

Dancing With Your Ghost/Sasha Alex Sloan

Nothings News/Clint Black

I Couldn't Leave You If I Tried/Rodney Crowell

Shame On The Moon/Rodney Crowell

Seven Year Ache/Roseanne Cash

It Ain't Nothin'/Keith Whitley

When You Say Nothing At All/Alison Krauss

If I Didn't Have You/Randy Travis

Fall/Clay Walker

How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)/James Taylor

Rose Colored Glasses/John Conlee

Come Monday/Jimmy Buffett

[paulgadzikowski]

Back when we liked Roseanne we were also fond of Tom Arnold, who was married to her at the time, and now I follow him on Twitter. Yesterday he retweeted something onto my feed that prompted me to say something I hoped he'd see, and this morning I found that he'd liked it.

[bobasheebaby]

100 Roseanne Prompts

I usually try to stick to quotes that can work for everyone but some of these were too good to skip. Break at 15 like always. Request a show

1 “Hey, all our lives suck.” — Roseanne

2 “Here's why you can't trust your kids 'cause they're stupid. That's why we don't give 'em cars or booze.” — Roseanne

3 “Etsy is like a yard sale except online because nobody can afford a yard anymore.” — Darlene

4 “All of your relatives died from alcoholism. The ones that didn't drink were killed by the ones who did.” — Roseanne

5 “Did all of your children's deliveries go according to your birth plan?” “Um, they found their way out, if that's what you mean.” — Andrea & Roseanne

6 “You gotta pick your fights in life.” — Roseanne

7 “Okay, he doesn't have to wear pants, but he's gotta wear underwear.” — Dan

8 “It is not my fault that I just happen to be a charismatic person who's always right about everything.” — Roseanne

9 “Why are you picking on me? What, did I take the last doughnut, or something?” — Darlene

10 [Person B is embarrassed after walking in on Person C nursing her baby] “Oh, now, NAME. It's not like you've never seen breasts before.” “NAME’s my friend. As far as I'm concerned, she has no breasts... It works for me, okay?” — Roseanne & Dan

11 “The car has heated seats? Thank God, I thought I was going through the change.” — Roseanne

12 [stoned and laying the bathtub] “Is this the sink? Am I shrinking?” — Jackie

13 “In this house, I'm in charge and father knows squat.” — Roseanne

14 “What's up? I smell fear. I love that smell! But what's up?” — Roseanne

15 “Do you have anything sharp I can stick in my eye?” — Dan

16 “You are really, really gettin' on my nerves today, man! I mean more than usual!” — Dan

17 “Well, you think you can stop me from seeing NAME, huh?” “I think I can stop you from seeing tomorrow.” — Mark & Dan

18 “You were always trying to push us apart. You were always putting me down!” — Mark Healey

19 “My marriage is not based on me listening!” — Roseanne

20 “Why don't you just kiss my butt?” “Well, haul it on over here, Jumbo!” — Becky & Darlene

21 “You are just evil!” — Jackie

22 “Oh good, go for the guilt. You better take a looong, hard look at yourself, NAME, 'cause if you are this obsessed with my life, there is obviously something missing from yours.” “Just figure that out?” — Jackie & Roseanne

23 “I thought you were just gonna go over there and scare him/her?” “Well, it started out that way.” — Roseanne & Dan

24 “Being your own boss isn't that great of a deal. Last week I sexually harassed myself.” — Dan

25 “Hell, even I don't hate her that much.” — Dan

26 “Oh my gosh, I'm so nervous.” “Just don't shoot any milk out of you nose, and you'll be fine.” — Becky & Roseanne

27 “Please, NAME, I don't want you to help me, I just want you to leave me alone ... Please.” — Darlene

28 “Don’t toy with me, NAME.” — Roseanne

29 “We, have had a fight, and we're not speaking to each other.” “Oh, well, what was the fight about? Maybe I can take a side.” — Roseanne & Jackie

30 “He/She wanted to do something; I didn't feel like it.” “Yeah, well, so what are you going to do?” “Nothing.” “That's what you did last weekend!” “Yeah, well I'm not finished.” — Darlene & Roseanne

31 “No, NAME always was the bad influence.” — Roseanne

32 “Talking - it's like yelling, only not as loud.” — Roseanne

33 “Yeah, but you know what they say, NAME. They say, ah, when you really love something you should, you know, make it go away or get rid of it, or whatever.” — Roseanne

34 “You're acting like a crazed psychopath.” [snorts] “Well the voices in my head disagree.” — Dan & Roseanne

35 [on getting married] “I always thought it was the smartest thing I ever did. You obviously don't agree.” “No, I do agree with you, it was the smartest thing you ever did, but we're talking about me now!” — Dan & Roseanne

36 [Person A and Person B bury the hatchet] “So, I guess we've finally approached the end of Bitch-Fest YEAR.” “Oh what a time we had!” — Roseanne & Darlene

37 “You can't tell NAME what to do. She's a big girl!” [snarls] “Compared to who?” — David & Roseanne

38 “What kind of list is he/she making? Not that it's any of my business.” “A hit list.” — Beverly & Dan

39 [feeling for pulse] “I think he’s/she's dead.” [steps back] “Check again.” “I know how to count to zero.” — Roseanne & Dan

40 “What was the second thing you noticed about me?” — Roseanne

41 “Aw, get off the sympathy wagon, NAME; there were plenty of guys/girls standing in line for you to treat 'em like dirt. I was just the lucky one.” — Dan

42 “You are rotten rotten kids, and I can't even believe I'm related to you two!” — Jackie Harris

43 “You'll just do something stupid that you're going to regret later.” — Roseanne

44 “I'm your husband/wife. That's my right.” — Dan

45 [finds present] “You're not going to open it, are you? It's two days away.” “Yea! Well I need time to practice pretending like I like it.” [pulls something ugly from the box] “Oh man, I should'a opened it a week ago.” — Jackie & Roseanne

46 “Oh, this is going to be soooo great!” — Darlene

47 “What's the catch?” “No catch, can't we do something nice?” “I don't know, you never have.” — Roseanne & Becky

48 “Oh my God. You're kidding me!” — Roseanne

49 “Save your breath, NAME, you're not gonna talk me into dropping this lawsuit.” “Well, maybe I can talk you into begging for your life.” — Fred & Roseanne

50 “I'm way more powerful than any law!” — Roseanne

51 “Well NAME, I guess you're just not the man/woman I thought you were ... and I wasn't too happy with that one!” — Roseanne

52 “We should've known, NAME, men stick together no matter how butt headed their argument is.” — Becky

53 [about Person b and person c’s sex life] “You're kidding? You guys have a night?” “Yes, we have a night. It's not only Wednesday, but it's always Wednesday.” You have a time too?” “Yeah. Twenty minutes, or until he gets a cramp.” “Well, you should make him wait half-an-hour after he eats.” — Jackie & Roseanne

54 “Oh, c'mon. Just because you guys aren't having "Wednesday", doesn't mean he’s/she's out ... "Wednesday-ing" somebody else.” — Jackie

55 “What's the matter with you, boy/girl? Can't keep your pants on?” — Dan

56 “Damn women! Who the hell do they think they are!” “We are sugar and spice, and everything nice. So bite me!” — Dan & Roseanne

57 “Have you met NAME?” — Roseanne

58 “Gee, I'd love to NAME, but I'd rather stay home and drill some screws into my toes.” — Darlene

59 “Remember one thing, NAME, I'm your worst nightmare!” — Jackie

60 “You always say how you want better things for us.” “Ah, yea, but I was talking about me and your Dad. You kids already got it too good.” — Becky & Roseanne

61 “You are a controlling bitch!” — Dan

62 “Boy I'll tell you, I wish I had never m - -“ “What? Say it.” “Nothin'.” “Well that makes two of us.“ — Dan & Roseanne

63 “Ooohhh, we all know what this is about, don't we? You're just jealous because I've made something of myself.” “Yeah, an ass ... And where do you get that hoity-toity accent anyway? You're from PLACE!” — Ronnie & Roseanne

64 “I can't believe that I wasted TIME hating you for something as stupid as a wedding, when there's a very good reason to hate you. You're a bitch!” [gasps] “I'm a bitch? Hah! I bow to the queen of all bitches.” — Roseanne & Ronnie

65 “Look me in the eye and tell me it was an accident. And remember ... I can tell when you're lying.” “It was an accident ... could you tell?” — Roseanne & DJ

66 “I could go for something to eat.” “Yeah? Well, then go.” [motions toward the door] — Arnie & Roseanne

67 “You're going to flunk marriage if you can't pass the oral ... oh my God ...” “We know too much, we know too much.” — Dan & Fred

68 “NAME, where'd you get those jelly beans?” “From the bin at store.” “NAME, I told you, you gotta finish eating them while you're in the store, 'else it's stealing!” — Roseanne & DJ

69 “I never thought I would say this ... I'm too depressed to drink.” — Dan

70 “Let's just cut the crap, okay. You're talking to NAME’s mother here, the mother of all mothers and she is majorly mad.” — Roseanne

71 “NAME, NAME, NAME. I have raised two of the best damn liars in the free world. Don't embarrass yourself.” — Roseanne

72 “This is for the pain.” “Owwww. Make it a double.” — Nurse & Jackie

73 “I hate to see you laying here in pain like this.” “Well actually, ever since he/she gave me that shot, I'm feelin' kinda neat.” — Gary & Jackie

74 “I want someone who will love me and support me no matter what. Just like NAME does for you.” “Are you insane! You know how many years I had to put into NAME? You think he/she came out of a box like that!” — Jackie & Roseanne

75 “What do you think your punishment oughta be?” “What do you mean?” “NAME told me everything.” “That little rat.” “But I told him/her I wasn't going to do anything until I get your side of the story.” “Well first we, wait a minute, uh, uh --“ “You're getting good.” — Roseanne & Becky

76 “I worked it out with NAME, he’s/she's gonna stay here and babysit and I'm gonna go out.” “Why would he/she do that?” “I have dirt on him/her. “ “What kind of dirt?” “Now if I told you, I'd have to stay home.” [person a leaves] — Darlene & Roseanne

77 [Person A is acting like a hunchback] “I brought the baggage master, where do you wish me to put it?” “Just put it anywhere Igor.” “Maybe later you and me.” “We'll see.” You're so kind.” [ kisses hand] — Dan & Roseanne

78 [about child’s behavior] “NAME you did stuff like that when you were NAME’s age right?” “No, the boy's odd.” — Roseanne & Dan

79 [offering to the family] “Hey, I got one more pancake.” “I want French toast!” “Well, you better move to Europe.” — Roseanne & DJ

80 [Person A, angry, grabs keys and leaves the house] “Oh God. This is really bad.” “Yeah, I know.” “Oh no. I mean, this is really bad. I'm parked behind him/her.” — Jackie & Dan

81 “Yeah, I do. And we're not going to put him/her through that again, are we?” — Dan

82 [comes in through the front door] “NAME, you all ready to go?” [whining] “I don't wa-haant to-o-o-o! I feel like a used piece of gum that somebody stuck under the table, just waiting for the excitement of drying up and hitting the floor.” — Jackie & Roseanne

83 “You HAVE to take this job ... you're the only one that applied!” — Marsha

84 [grabs the syrup bottle and comes up behind PERSON B] “Remember me, NAME?” [look of terror] “Not Mrs. Butterworth ... please not Mrs. Butterworth.” “Remember how your brother/sister NAME told you how I came to life at night in the cupboard? Remember how I would chase you around even though I have no legs? Well I'm back and I just want one more sticky kiss!” [PERSON B screams] — Roseanne & Jackie

85 “I hope I see you later, I mean, a lot later.” — Roseanne

86 [after the birth] “I didn't call you any horrible names back there, did I?” “No more than usual.” — Roseanne & Dan

87 [about kid dressed as a lawyer] “That's the scariest costume all night.” — Roseanne

88 [going through the candy bowl] “This is all sugar in here.” “Not true, there're chemicals too.” — David & Roseanne

89 “You should be giving children the stuff their bodies need.” [gets fruit from the kitchen] “What the hell is that?” “Wait a minute, honey, I've seen this before, it's food that doesn't come in a wrapper.” “That's unsanitary.” — David, Roseanne & Dan

90 “Did you see the Great Pumpkin last night?” “No, NAME wore pajamas.” — Jackie & Roseanne

91 [discussing Person C] “She's rude and selfish.” “I know, but, inside she's just a ... scared little girl.” Yeah, and I know what's scaring her, the raging bitch on the outside.” — Dan & Roseanne

92 “I'll be back later to give you your present.” “Why can't I just open it now?” “I haven't bought it yet.” — Jackie & Roseanne

93 “And don't you ever feed my dog!” “If I get drunk enough, I'll fight your dog!” — Roseanne

94 “I really don't think it's wise for anyone in this family to be giving away livers.” — Beverly

95 “Say 'I'm not taking any crap from anyone'.” “I am ...” “Stop! It's not 'I am', it's 'I'm'.” “I'm not taking any... do I have to say the C word?” “Yes you do, NAME, because that's the most important word.” “I'm not taking any crap from anyone.” “That was good but are you serving tea, NAME? Get mad and say it.” [louder] “I'm not taking any crap from anyone!” “Good, now personalize it, make it your own.” [louder] “I'm not taking any damn crap from anyone!” — Roseanne & Doris

96 “Hey, where's my 'My other mug is a shot glass' mug?” — Roseanne

97 “Why are you gettin' so mad at me?” “Because you are making me defend NAME.” — Becky & Roseanne

98 “I am not sexist. I'm much too frightened of women to be sexist.” — David

99 “Get me a beer.” “Get it yourself, slob!” — Mark & Darlene

100 “I can't believe you're jealous over this.” “Why not? It's very typical of me.”

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Luca x Alberto Prompt #42

Giulia: *comes out to the hideout after not seeing the boys for hours*

Giulia: You two are kissing, aren't you!?

Alberto: *stops tinkering with vespa part*

Luca: *stops reading*

Luca: We are? Alberto, why didn't you tell me. I would have put my book down.

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Person A: You two ARE having sex!

Person B: Really? Person C, why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve put my book down.

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𝑾𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: CollegeStudent!Rosé (Blackpink) x CollegeStudent!Reader

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none :)

ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: none of the gifs are mine, credits to the owners

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: I didn’t know if you wanted this to be fluffy, smut or something else, so I just got creative! Hope you like it :)

ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ: 11.“We can take it slow”/ 12. “Let’s go all night” (Requests are open! you can find my list here or just ask for anything you’d like)

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Midterms were killing you.

You could almost feel how your head was going to explode in any second. All your time was spent in the library or going to tutorings with your teachers or more advanced students. You needed a scholarship asap, and even when your grades were alright, you knew you need them to be perfect. 

Your exams were going to start in 3 days, so you needed to excel in every single one of your classes in those three last days. On your table (at the library) rested four coups of coffees, two bottles of water that you refilled now and then, a pile of books, your computer, and a lot of paper notes. It was a disaster, but somehow you found order in that. 

“Excuse me… can I sit here? every other place it’s occupied.” You raised your head from your book to the owner of the sweet voice calling you. She looked tall, maybe because of the heels she was wearing. Her hair was long, and the color was like if she dyes it with honey. Her lips, tinted with a pale pink lipstick shade, and her hand was holding a bag close to her chest. She was stunning.

“Sure- Let me just...” Quickly, you started to pick up your things, making little piles closer to you, cleaning some space for her “sorry, I’m just a mess right now” nervous laughter escaped from your lips while she started to put her things down “It’s okay. I start my midterms tomorrow, and I’m just starting to study today,” she gave you a small and cute smile while sitting down “I’m Roseanne, but call me Rosie. Nice to meet you,” you just nodded your head, returning her smiler. “I’m YN.”

The next two days went the same way. Rosie was showing up after classes to your table, even if you changed your seat she would look for you and sit with you, which honestly it didn’t bother you. You and Rosie were in the same major, she was in a semester before yours, so every time she’d ask you for help, it helped you to memorize certain things. Plus, it was adorable every time she would look at you with puppy eyes cause she didn’t understand something.

Roseanne’s midterms were finally over; you still had one more to go, so you didn’t know if you were going to see her again, but in case you did, you wanted to remain as friends or maybe more than that. You found yourself liking Rosie more than a classmate. You enjoyed her company and how she relayed on you for small things such as studying. Naturally, you wanted to maintain contact with her and maybe keep your little crush for her to yourself.

It was almost 9 pm, and the students were slowly going back home, just a few like you would stay till midnight to study. “I knew you were going to be here… I brought you some coffee and cookies, you probably haven’t had dinner yet, so take this” she handed you the food, left her bag on the table, and sat next to you. Rosie never sat next to you, always in front of you. “Thank you” you gave her a little smile, she only nodded and started to look at your notes “wha-what are you doing here? Your midterms ended today.” 

“Yes! And you haven’t congratulated me” a little pout was shown on her lips. “Congratulations. How did you do?” she just shrugged while starting to put your things away. You were so concentrated in her that didn’t even notice her actions. “I got great grades on all my classes thanks to you” she smiled at you before hanging your bag and her on her shoulder. “let’s go” she did a little gesture to ask you to leave the library. “Where? Rosie, I need to study.” 

“You’ve been studying all week. Take a break, let’s go for a walk around the campus and eat what I brought you. Once you’re done, we’ll be back, and I’ll help you study all night” you bit your lips unsure of it being a good idea. Of course, you wanted to go wherever she asked you to, but you also needed to study.

It only took you to see Rosie under the moonlight to make up your mind, “Let’s go all night.” Rosie looked at you a little bit confused “I mean… let’s go for a walk all night… I’m tired of studying, and tomorrow is my last exam,” she smiles, showing you her little eyes wrinkles. Rosie took your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. Every second you spent with her made you feel more attracted to her, she was so sweet to you and made you feel comfortable and like she wanted you around. 

It was around 2 in the morning. Both of you left campus hours ago and went to a little park close to it. You were talking about each other’s likes, hobbies and stuff like that. It was a nice change since you always talked about school. “So… you have a special someone?” Her question took you by surprise. She was waving her brows up and down, waiting for an answer while your feet started to move nervously. “I don’t” a shy smile appeared on your face. “Oh! Really? Why is that? You are adorable and smart, and attractive” blood rushed to your cheeks while you felt like trying to hide somewhere. “I am not. I’m pretty average.” 

Rosie took your face in her hands, looking at you with that sparkle in her eyes that identified her. “No~ you’re the most awesome person I’ve ever met.” Without giving you a second to react, she leaned in, pressing her lips against yours, smiling in between the kiss once she felt how you didn’t respond. Rosíe knew you were not following her kiss cause you were shy, and she didn’t give you a warning before kissing you.

“I like you, but if you don’t feel the same, we can take it slow. I can take my time to win your heart” she was flirty, and that made your heart excited, you liked how bald and fearless Rosie was. “No. I like you too” Rosie smiled again, letting go of your face and reaching for another cookie.

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list 2, prompt 13 with blackpink rosé

BlackPink’s Rosé

13. ‘’You’re drunk. I’m driving you home.’‘

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A/N: I kind of made this into a college au because that was the first inspiration I got, I hope you all enjoy!

“I’m not that drunk.” As soon a the words left your mouth, you stumbled into the wall. Behind you, a group of equally drunk college students cheered, making you cheer in response, and Rosé rolled her eyes. She was pretty sure everyone at the Christmas party was drunk but her.

“You’re very drunk. Just a couple seconds ago, you dropped your drink because you forgot you were holding it. Now you’re running into walls.”

“Not drunk!” You let out a sigh and leaned against the wall, closing your eyes. “Okay, a little drunk.”

Even though she wasn’t much for drunken parties, she couldn’t help but smile at how cute you looked. At first, she’d regretted letting you drag her to this party just because she had a crush on you. Now, she was okay with it. After all, it had been fun to party with you.

“Come on, stand up, let’s go home.”

“Home?” You blinked, looking confused for a moment before you let out a yawn. “Oh, right. The dorms. Are we walking?”

“Hell no.” Rosé reached out to steady you as you moved away from the wall, only to wobble on the hardwood floor in your socks. “You’re drunk. I’m driving you home.”

“Oh. Okay.” You smiled, silly and flushed. “I knew bringing you was a good idea!”

“Yeah, yeah,” she said, linking her arm with yours so that she could catch you if you fell. “Now let’s go.”

Getting your shoes on was surprisingly easy, since you could just slip them on. And after you stepped out into the cold air, you seemed to sober up a little bit, walking with her to the car. But your giggles told her that you were still drunk, so she helped you into the passenger seat with care and checked to make sure you’d put on your seat belt before driving away.

“You’re the best, Rosé,” you said from the front seat, a grin on your face as you looked out the window. She felt her heart skip a beat, but tried to ignore it. You were just drunk.

“Well thanks, (Y/N).”

“I mean it. You’re always there for me. And you’ve got such a nice car....” You trailed off, getting distracted for a minute before coming back to the conversation. “And you’re pretty.”

“Hey, now.” Her heart was pounding and she took deep breaths, trying to calm it down. “Don’t get carried away.”

“But I’m telling the truth!”

“I’m sure, but you’re also drunk.”

She was relieved when she finally pulled into her parking spot at the dorms and killed the engine. Any more of this conversation would be bad for her heart. She just needed to get you to your room, and then she could go try and forget this ever happened.

You held onto her arm as the two of you walked back to the dorms, humming slightly under your breath. For a moment, Rosé thought the conversation was over. But as the two of you reached the door to your dorm, you turned towards her.

“Hey, Rosé?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I tell you something?”

“You might not want to.”

“I’m gonna tell you.”

She swallowed and braced herself. “Okay.”

“I like you.” You smiled. “More than as a friend.” For a moment, you looked almost sober, and her stomach flipped. But then you stumbled back and almost hit your head on your door, and she shook herself out of the spell, reaching around you to open your dorm door.

“Go get some sleep, (Y/N). You need it.”

You pouted, but went inside. “Goodnight, then.”

“Goodnight.”

The trip up a floor and down the hall to her own room seemed to take forever as Rosé walked in a daze, your words repeating in her head. Then, she threw open her dorm door and slammed it behind her before throwing herself down onto her bed and screaming into her pillow. Your words wouldn’t stop echoing in her head, and her heart wouldn’t stop pounding. Something told her that you had been telling the truth. But would you even remember in the morning?

She rolled over and stared at the ceiling, letting out a sigh that turned into a squeal as she grabbed her pillow and squeezed it tight. There was no way she was going to be sleeping tonight. She was too excited about what the morning might bring.

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Bare | Park Chaeyoung (Rosé)

5K Follower Series Ep. 29

Summary: You’ve never seen your girlfriend Rosé without makeup. Tonight, she bares it all...

Genre: Established relationship AU, sapphic 

Word Count: 0.6k

Prompt: “Oh don’t mind me, I’m just enjoying the view.”

​“Rosie… I brought you breakfast in bed!” you say, pushing open your girlfriend’s bedroom door. You asked her parents to let you up to her room, wanting to surprise her. 

Rosé shrieks, yanking the blanket up to cover her face. “Get! Out!” 

You suck in a breath, hurt by the ice in her tone. “D-don’t you like it?”

“Haven’t you ever heard of a phone?” she snaps. “Call first.”

You huff at her meanness, offended. To be honest, you know why she’s reacting this way. You’ve been dating for three months - but Rosé has never let you see her without makeup. 

You thought it was just a coincidence that all your dates were in fancy restaurants or parties… but you know the truth now. 

“I wish you’d just trust me,” you breathe. “You’ve seen me without makeup.”

“It’s not the same,” Rosé sniffs. 

“Oh, I get it,” you jab back. “I’m not the ultra-glamorous idol. Who cares who sees my face, I’m ugly anyway!”  

You wait for her to deny it, to apologise, but she doesn’t. Instead, Rosé runs into the bathroom, still shielding herself ridiculously with the blanket. 

You shove the tray of eggs, bacon and tomato – an Australian breakfast, to remind her of home – on the bed, trying to ignore the gnawing pain inside you. 

Rosé has to maintain her perfect, princess-like image for work, you know that. But sometimes it feels like she’s not willing to drop the act, even for you. Like she’s afraid to just be Roseanne. 

You hear the shower running, and sigh. Your opportunity to see through Rosé’s façade is lost. 

Minutes pass. You’re so deep in thought that you don’t hear the bathroom door click open. 

“It’s me,” Rosé says from behind you, her voice barely a whisper. “Just the way you wanted.”

You spin around… and think you must be dreaming. 

Rosé is dressed in just an old football jersey. The transparent hint of a lace panty is the only thing on her long, smooth legs. Her hair is still damp and dripping from the shower. Her pink, makeup-free lips curl into a smirk – but you know this is taking more bravery than she will show. 

“Well?” she breathes. She twirls a strand of her blonde hair, one of the many curling tightly around her body. “What do you think?” 

You stare, mouth agape. Your voice doesn’t work for a second. 

“Babe!” Rosé says. 

You giggle. “Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just enjoying the view. Rosie… you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” 

Her answering smile can only be described as heartbreaking. 

Rosé pushes you backwards till you’re sitting on the bed. Sitting on your lap, she wraps her arms loosely around your neck and gazes down at you. You’re suddenly acutely aware of her whipped cream and vanilla scent… her very bare thighs squeezed against yours. 

Then you notice the sogginess of your shirt, all damp from Rose’s skin. “Rosie! You’re making me wet!” you say, wriggling. 

Rosé erupts into uncontrollable giggles, in her adorable, unique way. When she calms down, her eyes are smouldering. “I know that.” 

“But really,” you murmur, cheeks burning, trying to change the subject. “You’re stunning. Why have you been hiding from me all this time?” 

Rose smiles a tiny smile, and you see that this is the real her – silly, vulnerable, utterly honest.  

“You think this is stunning?” Rosé leans in to whisper in your ear. She toys with the hem of her jersey, pulling it off. “Wait till you see what’s underneath.”

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It’s Mutual, Let’s Get A Divorce! [1]

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader -> Not Requested

Prompt: Roseanne Park, the hotshot cold-hearted Domestic Relations Attorney; she’s an ace in the courtroom, but she’s got the phrase hard to love pinned dead in the middle of her forehead, and paired with her devotion to work…she’s just not cut out for relationships. Then there’s you, a playful and nonchalant mother stuck in a sinking ship called marriage. Through divorce, you meet Roseanne who struggles to keep things professional. She tries hard to keep those concrete walls up but it’s inevitable they crash down. You’re a wrecking ball, a force of nature; it’s a perfect match!

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Little Steps Kindergarten, the sign read as you drove closer to the building. You were picking up your daughter from school.

The first thing you see is the parking lot is decorated with chalk designs, pictures, and drawings, all a mix of bright, colorful scribbles and crudely drawn animals. (The kids tried.)

A few kids are running around the fenced front yard, chasing each other with sticks, bugs, and whatnot. Others play on slides, in the sandbox, or on the monkey bars while some are just sitting, waiting patiently for their parents to pick them up; the quiet ones. Your daughter was a quiet child, not as outgoing as she should be, her teachers think. You’d say you have no idea why she's like that, but you do.

You had to park across from the school because the parking lot the school owns is for teachers and staff, you're also not fond of waiting in the long pickup line. Before you could even cross the street and get to the entrance, you saw Nala running over, her arms stretched out in excitement, yelling, “Mommy!!”

You would scold her for running across the street so carelessly, but seeing her so happy to see you, you decide against it. You open your arms to pick her up, swinging her around as she giggles.

Shortly after, there’s a teacher running up to you; Mrs. Manoban, a black-haired teacher in her mid-thirties who’s extremely nice and sweet to everyone. She also babysits Nala when you or her father aren’t around. She holds Nala’s backpack in her hand who huffs and puffs— trying to catch her breath. You could only assume that she’s been running after the little girl. “Hello, Mrs. (Y/l/n)” She greets, so energetic despite the obvious exhaustion written all over her face.

“Hi, Mrs. Manoban. How are you?” You ask politely, smiling back at the woman.

“I’m great! Thank you.” She beams, her dark brown eyes crinkling at the edges, “you see I was just playing tag with the children…and then Nala decided to run across the street so I got scared, but then I saw you, so all is well.” She expresses relieved and hands you Nala’s backpack.

“She was very good today— she always is.” You grin at that, reaching over to give Nala a light squeeze on her hand. You say a quick goodbye after that, as Mrs. Manoban has to attend to the other kids.

Nala lets you take her backpack as you walk to your car. “Woah! This is heavy, what have you got in here?” You joke, lifting the bag up and down.

“We made clay plates today! I’ll show you at home!” You nod with a smile, taking her hand and helping her into her car seat.

“Are we really gonna do something fun today mommy?” Nala asks you as you buckle her into her car seat. “Yep. Though it won’t be until later.” You tell her, and you couldn't help but feel a little dejected, having previously promised her you would do something many other times, like go buy ice cream or take her shopping— she loves shopping. And that never happened. However, this time is different, because now you have a little bit of freedom.

“What will we do? Can I know?” Nala’s curiosity takes hold of her, and she stares up expectantly at you. “I don’t think I can tell you. It's a secret,” you answer, though you don’t know what you’re doing yourself. She pouts but compiles nonetheless. On the way back home you stop and get Nala ice cream, which makes her very happy.

Later, you planned to take her shopping or do something to make up for missed time with her. You’ve only just gotten to a point where you could work from home, not in your office. You do real estate and own your own company so it’s been hard on your time together.

You got home about twenty minutes later. You shut the door behind you before helping your five year old take off her shoes.

“Run upstairs and take your coat off, and then we’ll get any homework out of the way and go out, okay?

“Kay!” You hear her footsteps retreating, but don’t hear them pad up the stairs. It’s then when you notice most of the lights were on, and that the TV was playing. You walked into the living room, the main source of noise, and saw your husband, Jaylyn, swinging a giggling Nala around.

“Jay?” You call from the entrance of the living room. You tried to smile, key word, tried. He put Nala down and cleared his throat, “Why don’t you go do what your Mom said?”

She left the room and he stood awkwardly, not really knowing what to do with himself under your scrutinization.

“Room?” He gestured to your bedroom and you both made your way in there. He sat down on the bed. You turned to him.

“We can’t do this anymore.” You sit on the desk, arms crossed with a plain expression on your face. You were tired of your husband disappearing without a word and then coming back with no heads-up. He never told you where he went either, but you had an inkling. And this “Inkling” of a thought would have hurt you if you still loved him as much as you did a couple months ago.

It’s faded, now on its last strings: romantic wise, just like your marriage.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes, “I’ve been trying to…to…” he trails off looking at the carpet, searching his mind for the right words.

“Love me like before?” You say and he appears shocked, but it’s not for long. He laughs dryly, shaking his head humorously, “I suppose, yes.” You were very observant, he wouldn’t be surprised if you knew much earlier.

“Okay, but what does that have to do with not being in your daughter's life as much as you should? I can excuse you being that way to me, but to Nala? It’s not okay. She misses you when you leave. I can’t keep making up excuses for you.” You raise your voice a bit, not liking how you’re starting to sound like an angry wife. But you were.

He doesn’t respond, simply staring at you through his frames, guiltily. You pinch the bridge of your nose, “I can see this isn’t going to last, but I want you to be in her life.” You said softer. You knew what it was like only having one parent present, it can make or break someone. You fear that because Jaylyn has not been in her life much this past year, to be her other pillar of support, that’s why she wasn’t as outgoing as other kids. She’s smart, and she’s heard you two argue before, she must have an idea.

“I will, I will. I love our daughter, she’s my pride and joy, so, I promise. Are you suggesting we divorce?” His voice grew softer. “I’m okay with that if that’s what it takes. I don’t like that I’m causing this— I’d like to fix it. I want you to be happy.”

You’ve moved to sit on the bed next to him, “Yes, and I want you to be happy as well. I won’t try and pry what you’ve been doing when you leave, you can tell me another time—“

“Mommy! Daddy!”

“We’re in here, Darling!” Your husband yelled, leaning towards the door. A minute later tiny hurried footsteps approached and Nala’s head popped through the cracked open door.

“I finished my homework, can we go out now? Will daddy come?” Her eyes were shining and you're a bit glad the last question wasn’t directed towards you. That’s a lot of pressure and if you’d have said no, the shine in her eyes might dull. She was clearly excited.

“Of course.” He replied, smiling at her. She ran off to get her coat on and he turned back to you, “we’ll talk about this later tonight, but right now let’s have fun?“ You just laughed and shook your head, letting him help you up.

You ended up going to get ice cream again and then went to Warner Bros.’ Studios, more specifically, the Hogwarts Castle exhibit. You walked with your arms entangled with Jaylyn’s as Nala ran a few steps ahead of you.

“Mommy look!” She pointed the wand you had bought from Oliver’s shop at you before pressing the button, the wand glowed and made a sshoosh noise.

“That’s so cool! Are you gonna be a wizard?” You enthused, watching as she nodded her head proudly. Later, you ended up buying yourself a Gryffindor cloak and scarf, Jaylyn a Slytherine, and Nala a Hufflepuff set.

“I’m gonna miss this.” Jaylyn commented as you two watched Nala walk a couple feet ahead of you exploring the Platform 9 ¾, his words were directed toward you. After this, he wouldn’t get to do a lot of things like this with you anymore.

“Me too.”

That night, after your daughter fell asleep you talked about the divorce. Deciding on starting the tedious process tomorrow.

You woke up alone in the house the next morning, a note with Jaylyn’s handwriting and a doodle drawn by your daughter wishing you a good day and other things. Nala would be with her Grandparents for a couple days and you would see Jaylyn later.

You got dressed in formal clothes for later and put a heavy coat on because it was snowing. Then, headed out for coffee. You went to the café you always went to and ordered the usual Latte.

“Thank you.” You grab the coffee cup from her. The barista looks at you with a look you can only decipher as worry, much to your confusion. You brush it off and continue to turn around, only to crash into a body.

Your coffee jerks out your grasp from the collision, the scalding hot beverage splashing all over their tan blazer, turning it a deep brown. The remnants drip down your sleeves and the cup drops to the floor, but you could care less.

Your eyes almost popped out upon seeing the Saint Laurent logo on the coat.

Guilty, your gaze travels up to your victim; you're in trouble. The woman looks back at you indifferently, frigidly. She doesn’t give away any signs that tell you she’s angry or irritated, and that’s what scares you, she’s unreadable.

You had expected her to jump or react to getting hot liquid spilt on them, but she hadn’t at all.

She has an air about her you think only high class, or the arrogantly rich carry. The power suit says it all. She’s a tall blonde with the face of a model. Her dark eyes burn into your face, most definitely judging you. She was very aloof, you noticed. If anything, it seemed like she was one step away from walking out the door. You jump into action, words spilling out your mouth before you could stop them.

“I’m so, so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going and—” You start to ramble, grabbing a handful of napkins out the dispenser and start dabbing at her blazer, she stiffens uncomfortably.

“Stop.”

“I didn’t even know someone was behind me and now look what I did. I’m sorry. I’ve—” Her nose scrunches up and her brows furrow, you're just smearing it more with those cheap napkins.

She catches the barista's eye who looks at her helplessly, embarrassed for her. The barista tried to warn you someone was behind you.

“Stop.” She repeated, a bit louder, thinking you hadn’t heard her the first time. You were determined to ruin her coat, weren’t you?

“—Your coat, it looks expensive. This coffee is hard to get out of things that are lightly colored. I know firsthand, unfortunately. But you can—” You continued on.

Her jaw clenches and she has a strong urge to roll her eyes. Were you hard of hearing? Blind, too, maybe?

She grabs your wrist, pulling it and the soaked mess you hold away from her. “Stop. You’re making it worse.” Her tone could be considered flat, annoyed. You didn’t hear it that way, though.

You, who had finally registered the hand on your wrist that stopped your clumsy movements, were taken by surprise. Her hand was warm against your skin, you thought. She should feel like a block of ice, not a breathing, living, human. You couldn’t believe the cold, but soothing voice you heard belonged to her.

Your neck heated up in embarrassment. Sometimes you don’t realize your rambling until it’s too late. She let go of you. Your arms dropped uselessly to your sides.

“Oh.” You gazed at her blazer, wincing at how the spot did indeed get worse. You were going to suggest buying her a new coat but she turned on her heel and left the café. Leaving you standing in the middle of the shop with eyes on you, quite dumbly.

“Would you like me to remake that?” The barista’s sympathetic voice reached your ears, she pointed to the cup on the ground.

“Yes…thank you, again.”

You sipped on your coffee as you drove back to your house where you would meet up with Jaylyn to head to the law firm. There, you would file the divorce papers.

You knew this whole ordeal wouldn't be easy, not to mention how long the process takes, but you've done your best to prepare yourself. When you pull into the driveway you honk, two minutes later Jaylyn jogs out and up to your window. He taps on it and you roll it down.

“I just follow you, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll send you the location on maps in case you lose me.” He gives you a curt before hopping in his Range Rover. You pull out the driveway and begin to make your way there.

The Chichu Law firm building was basically a skyscraper, you couldn’t imagine how many floors it had. You walked through the glass doors, Jaylyn by your side, and walked to the front desk.

A man who had been signing papers looked up at you before snorting, he spoke in a croaky voice, “Name?”

“(Y/n) (L/n) and Jaylyn Smith.” He hummed before shuffling through some papers, peeking up at you through his tiny glasses, he picked up the phone.

“Yes…Okay…Main floor. Thank you.”

Soon after his call a brunette woman wearing black formal clothes came from the elevator and strided up to the two of you. Her red lips were formed in a wide smile as she approached, pumps clacking against the marble. Her eyes were catlike, they appraised the two of you and she was decked in Chanel.

“Jennie Kim. It’s nice to meet you two, I’ll be taking Mr. Smith with me and your lawyer will be a good friend of mines, Mrs. (L/n). We’ll go over the papers and help you with any questions.” You both shook her hand for a greeting.

You had to split with Jaylyn, having been assigned different lawyers. You felt intimidated, you always did when you went anywhere that had to do with court. You remember going to court the first time for stealing your father’s car and getting caught at a party. You never did it again after going.

Your heels clacked against the marble floors as you followed the man and you wondered if he was annoyed by the sound because the building was quiet. You walked down many hallways, you would’ve looked around but your eyes were glued to the man’s bald spot. It was just so…shiny. You’d think the few strands of hair he brushed over it were decoration, to enhance what couldn’t be hidden…

You took another left and he gestured to the dark oak door you stood in front of. This was where you were supposed to be. He turned to you.

“Your lawyer will be here in a few minutes, have a good day.”

“Thank you.” He nodded before walking off. You hoped you could remember the way back to the lobby because your help just left.

You opened the door and sat down, eyes curiously wandering around their office. It was very minimal, like everything in the room was here because it was needed, save for the picture frames on the desk turned away from you. There were little bits of personality; a guitar was propped up in the corner, probably being used for free time. There was a mini fridge and a container on the side decked with snacks. Polaroids of different places, people, objects. An incense was being burned, you could smell hints of jasmine, musk, cedar, lemon, and ginger.

You picked at your fingernails as you waited, your gaze being drawn to the picture frames pointed away from you once again. It was a matter of curiosity you told yourself, and besides, it wouldn’t hurt if you just took a peek. You wanted to see what your lawyer looked like, all you were told was that she was a woman.

You reached out, you were in the midst of turning the picture frame around when the doorknob turned and someone walked in. You had no doubt you were caught in the act, touching things that weren’t yours. But to your defense, they didn’t even knock.

“Might I ask what you are doing?” A smoky, accented voice inquired.

You turned around, an innocent smile on your face only for it to fade as the seconds went by, you were met with familiar eyes.

There’s a chill in the air.

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A/N: This chapter was 5 words away from 3000 lol

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Is it okay if you do 21 with Rosé from BlackPink Fem x Fem if that's okay with you Thanks 💕 Btw love your account so much!!!!

Ahh thank you so much!! And of course it’s okay~~ 💖

21.“What do you mean? It’s exciting!”

Park Chaeyoung (Rose) x Reader

Genre: College/University AU, fluff

Word Count: 292

She nudged you forward to finally get to the door but you were still reluctant to approach it.

“I don’t know, Rose. I think this is a bad idea after all…”

“What do you mean? It’s exciting!” she replied and went ahead of you.

Sure, this was exciting but you didn’t want to get caught by the police or something for breaking in. She just came to your room at 3am in the morning and told you that she found this really nice place and wants to show it to you but why was it the roof of your college building was still beyond you.

“Aren’t there like any emergency exits you know, like some ladders? I really don’t want you lock picking the main doors. Besides aren’t there cameras here?”

She gasped and turned to you.

“What? What is it?” you looked around.

“You’re right! There is another way!” she took your hand and went around the building with you. There was a fence from which you could climb up onto the lower floor balconies and from there to the top. It still amazed you how gracefully she got up there, she extended her hand and helped you up as well.

“How do you know if it’s a nice place? Have you been here before?” you asked her.

“I have. You can get to the roof during the day. It’s not locked or anything, there is even a viewpoint.”

“What?! Then why are we going during the night?”

“Because the view must be so much better, right?” she smiled and once you were up there and saw it yourself you had to agree.

“I think the view is even better since you’re here,” she said, leaning her head on your shoulder.

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June/July Prompt Challenge

With my to-do list now organised up until the end of June, I thought hey why not make a start on the next prompt challenge for June. I know it’s early as we’re currently in the middle of the April challenge (which I hope you’re all enjoying), but who ever complained about being organised?

This challenge is going to focus on timestamps and events that take place throughout the day. As with the other challenges, under the cut is 60 different times for you to request from. Please request the same as before, and I will keep updating the list as we go!

So in the sun and under the moon, whether it be eating your lunch or dinner, I hope you look forward to these throughout the month of June!

07:17 - Kim Seokwoo

21:54 - Kim Namjoon

01:31 - Ok Taecyeon

16:03 - Lee Minho

11:11 - Kim Doyoung

23:25 - Cho Kyuhyun

04:18 - Im Changkyun

00:00 - Min Yoongi

14:15 - Jung Wooyoung

06:29 - Joshua Hong

21:30 - Jeon Wonwoo

18:43 - Roseanne Park

09:08 - Eric Nam

13:37 - Jo Jinho

00:25 - Jung Hoseok

07:30 - Kim Seokjin

22:52 - Jackson Wang

08:14 - Jung Wooyoung

21:15 - Lee Felix

12:56 - Park Minhyuk

10:31 - Boo Seungkwan

15:05 - Jung Taekwoon

02:29 - Kim Namjoon

11:30 - Eric Nam

20:47 - Jeon Jungkook

03:59 - Bang Chan

17:00 - Kwon Jiyong

19:01 - Lee Jooheon

05:12 - Son Hyunwoo

17:32 - Riki Nishimura

07:42 - Yoo Taeyang

21:29 - Park Seonghwa

01:06  - Jeon Wonwoo

16:38 - Kim Namjoon

11:46 - Im Changkyun

00:45 - Jeong Yunho

23:50 - Jeon Jungkook

04:43 - Lee Minho

22:15 - Yuta Nakamoto

14:50 - Byun Baekhyun

06:54 - Park Jimin

18:19 - Ahn Hyoseop

09:32 - Jennie Kim

13:02 - Nam Joohyuk

00:50 - Min Yoongi

04:30 - Lim Jaebeom

22:27 - Hwang Hyunjin

08:49 - Song Mingi

12:21 - Min Yoongi

10:06 - Kwon Soonyoung

02:30 - Kim Wonsik

15:39 - Lee Sanghyuk

02:56 - Han Jisung

15:45 - Lee Heeseung

20:11 - Jung Hoseok

03:23 - Im Changkyun

09:30 - Choi San

19:37 - Kim Taehyung

05:48 - Bang Chan

17:08 - Lee Taemin