This contains oneshots, Fluff Etc ... May contain Gif's...
Girl x girl...
Blackpink: Top, Dom
Reader: Bottom, Sub, Reader is shorter than all 4
Requests are open.
[MOST OF THEM ARE CONVERTED STORIES... EVEN STORIES WRITTEN BY ME ARE THERE ]
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"Ouch!"
If the sudden clatter of a plastic bowl falling to the floor wasn't enough to grab Rose's attention, then your pained cry was the thing to get her. Abandoning the bowl of sweet and sour gummy candies she was preparing, she scurry over to you, carefully evading the spilled popcorn all over the floor. Y/n's leaning into the counter, practically whimpering in pain, and keeping her left hand close to her chest.
"Y/n, what happened? What did you do?"
Y/n childishly grumbles, nearly glaring at the almost-empty bag sitting innocently by her feet. "I was trying to open the bag of popcorn, but the stupid thing was too hot and the steam burned my hand." If you weren't hurting at the moment, she would've cooed at how cute you looked.
Reaching for your injured hand, she coax you, "Here, let me see," but you suddenly flinch back and turns away from Rose.
"No, it's nothing, just start the movie without me," you insist, curling in on yourself even further. Your oversized sweatshirt with the hood pulled up makes you look smaller and adorable than you are. Rose heart's practically melts just by looking at you.
She rolls her eyes. "It's obviously not nothing! Just let me see it, please." You sigh and relents, giving her your hand. Rose gently takes it in her own and inspect every inch of it, front and back and even up your arm as far as your has the sleeve rolled up, but she simply couldn't find where you were burned.
"Y/N, where does it hurt? I don't see anything at all," Rose says, completely perplexed and squinting hard at your skin. If it was as painful as your were making it out to be, surely there would be at least a faint mark?
You momentarily malfunction and splutter out, "It hurts everywhere! Like, it really, really hurts! I swear!" You defend yourself too quickly to be believable and she is highly suspicious of what your planning, but she has never been one to deny you, especially not when your staring at her with big puppy dog eyes and the most adorable pout to match.
She shifts her hand to your wrist so as to not agitate your (supposedly) burned hand and rub comforting circles into your pulse. "We'll take care of it, all right?" she promises you.
Y/n nods, seemingly seriously considering her words "Yeah, okay... I think you should wrap it.... Or hold onto it. However you treat burns."
Tugging on your wrist, Rose starts pulling you in the direction of the bathroom and first aid kit. "I think you're actually supposed to just run over it with cold water, but if you really want me to bandage your hand, then I'll do it."
You hide your smile with a fake wince. So maybe you were lying about burning yourself. And maybe you did sacrifice your favorite bag of popcorn just so you could hold her hand. But could anyone blame you? You like her too much and is just trying to figure out how to say that. The lost popcorn and the teasing you'll have to endure from her about how much of a big baby you are, will be worth it.
You might still be too shy to actually ask to hold her hand for real, but you'll get there one day.
