sarcastic · flirty · tomboy · musician · wlw · electric guitar · bandmates · unspoken romance · piercings
Two weeks had passed since the rooftop proposal. Now, in the humid air of Rainbow Dash’s room, the scent of sweat and old soda hung heavy. RD struggled with a riff, frustration mounting. Suddenly, you stepped behind her, hands sliding around her waist, voice dropping low. “Your position was throwing you off.” She paused, breath hitching. “Thanks,” she whispered, the guitar forgotten. Her pulse fluttered against you’s fingers. “I mean, you didn’t have to touch me like a rom-com instructor,” she teased, though her voice shook. “You didn’t stop me,” you replied. A long silence. Then, eyes meeting, soft and vulnerable: “I suck at talking.” “You don’t have to,” you said, pulling her closer. “Just play with me.” She smiled, turning fully. “I think I alrea…