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thewatermelloncat · 1 year

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Letterman Jacket

Summary: Having been robbed of all her jackets in the middle of winter, Rosé finds help from one of the most unlikely people. Though that doesn’t mean it’s easy for her to accept it.

Author’s Note: I legitimately forgot that I wrote this. I’d abandoned it with a few more sentences to write, but now it’s done. I hope we all enjoy the new characters who are introduced.

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If only the rage within her could heat her up from the inside out. Unfortunately, temperature doesn’t regulate based on emotions so it would never work like that. So instead, she’s stuck shivering, pressed into the corner of a couch in the student lounge. Her arms tightly wrapped around her, and her hands bunched up in the long sleeves of her shirt. By now she can’t remember when she could last feel them properly.

It was probably less than five minutes after she left the house. She was never lucky enough like everyone else to have a pair of gloves to wear in the snow, but she normally has a jacket. Except for today when her parents had taken all of hers away.

“I’m sorry, Rosie” Denali apologises as she comes back from checking her car for a spare. Genuinely sounding upset as she sits close beside her. “I really thought I would have had one.”

“S’okay” Rosé’s voice stutters slightly.

“I can go home and get you one” Denali offers as she untucks Rosé’s hands from beneath her arms to blow warm air onto them.

Rosé shakes her head. “You’ve got the science test first period. You can’t miss it.”

Denali groans a little at the fair point. “And I was going to wear a sweatshirt and a different jacket but then I changed my mind.” She looks down at the thicker puffer jacket she wears instead. “If I didn’t, I could have given you one.”

“It’s fine” Rosé dismisses. “Just hug me.”

Denali doesn’t have to be told twice before she wraps herself around Rosé, holding her tightly. Rubbing her hands quickly against her arms and her breath leaving warm puffs of air on Rosé’s neck.

“Did you think it was summer today, McCorkell?”

A voice has them both looking up to see the line-backer, who somehow got the nickname of Tina, walk into the room. His and Rosé’s feud has been long standing but there’s a certain amount of respect for each other that neither of them will ever admit to.

“Yeah, I saw the snow on the ground and thought that I might go swimming later” Rosé bites back. The sass dripping from her tone has Denali giggling beside her.

“Where’s your jacket?” Tina frowns instead of continuing to spar with her.

“Fuck I know.” Rosé shrugs. “I don’t know where any of them are.”

“You can’t have lost them all.” Tina shakes his head in disbelief.

“I didn’t. My parents took them all away.”

“What – why?”

“I left one on the back of a chair in the lounge and they thought it would be justified to take away all of them because I can’t put them away properly” Rosé explains.

“You’re joking” Tina says as he moves around the couch behind them, pulling at the cuffs of his sleeves.

“Fucking wish I was. It’s the dead set of winter” Rosé says flatly. “What are you doing?” She suddenly hunches forward when she feels a weight draped across her shoulders.

“Being nice. Wear this” Tina says, wrapping his letterman jacket around her.

“I’m not going to wear your jacket” Rosé stubbornly refuses.

“Yeah, you are Rosie” Denali affirms, pulling back from her to help force her arms through the sleeves.

“So warm” the involuntary sigh replaces whatever protest Rosé was going to continue with instead. Curling in on herself as the residual body heat stored in the jacket touches her skin. Despite how her hands burrow back into the sleeves, she still turns back to Tina, “I don’t want to take it from you.”

“It’s fine. I’ve still got this” he dismisses, pulling at the collar of the hoodie he was wearing underneath. “Besides, if you shiver any harder you’re going to break your teeth.”

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“It suits you” Denali pulls at the sleeve of the jacket as she walks the hallways between second and third period beside her.

Rosé scoffs loudly. “Yeah, ‘cause wearing school branded memorabilia just screams me.”

“Okay, well maybe not” Denali takes back. “But you don’t look bad in it.”

“I don’t look bad in anything” Rosé jokes, playing up an act of brushing her hair over her shoulder.

“Pfft” Denali huffs out a laugh as she shoves her. “What about that frilly dress you had to wear for one of the productions last year?”

“Okay, so maybe I can’t pull off frills.” Rosé rights herself and continues walking. “But that’s a costume so it doesn’t count.”

“You just admitted that you don’t look good in frills, so that’s enough for me” Denali says before she slows her pace as they come to a different hallway she has to turn down. “See you at lunch?”

“Yeah, see ya.” Rosé nods a goodbye before quickening her pace up again and continuing to her next class.

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“Rosé, jacket off.” She doesn’t get three steps into the classroom before she’s already in trouble.

She’s never liked her maths teacher, Mr Rice, but not many people do. He is always telling everyone off for the most minute of things and saying people’s names wrong. For him specifically in Rosé’s case, it probably doesn’t help that she just generally hates maths.

“Why?” she asks lowly, not sparing him a glance as she moves to her desk at the back of the room.

“If you haven’t earned a letterman jacket, you can’t wear it” his answer is utter bullshit, and also invalid.

“I have actually. I qualified for one for theatre nearly a year ago” Rosé points out. “I just can’t afford it.”

“That’s a football jacket.” Mr Rice eyes a patch of a football stuck on one of the sleeves.

“They look the same anyway” Rosé defends. And they do. If she had her jacket for theatre she could still stick a football patch on it if she wanted to.

“Unless you want a detention, take that jacket off and stop talking back to me” Mr Rice warns. “If it’s not yours, you can’t wear it.”

“Since when?” Tina asks from his desk near the front of the room. “It’s mine and I’m letting her.”

Rosé huffs a sigh as Tina gets involved. Though they rile each other up all the time, it wouldn’t sit right with her if he got himself a detention because of her. As words argue back and forth, Rosé shrugs the jacket off, loosely folding it as she heads over Tina’s desk where she sets it down.

“Rosé?” He frowns at it before he looks back to her. His hands reaching to give it back to her.

She only shakes her head, conveying that it’s not worth it before she turns to head back to her own desk.

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Her arms cross tightly over her books against her chest as she steps out of the classroom and into the much colder hallway. There’s only one more period until lunch and she’s honestly considering ditching so she can curl up in her bed and be warm again, but the thought off walking outdoors doesn’t sound all that appealing.

A sudden weight on her shoulders has her flinching forward and she spins around. “Jesus! Don’t sneak—” she curses as she finds Tina behind her with his hands up in surrender.

“I just want to give you this back” he explains, holding the letterman jacket in his hand higher.

“You keep it. I don’t want it” Rosé lies as she turns around again.

Tina huffs a sigh and drapes the jacket over her shoulders as she walks away. “Rosé” he protests, keeping his hands on her arms so she can’t throw it off. “Keep it on. If you get a detention just take the hit. It’s better than freezing your ass off and getting sick.”

“You can’t get sick from being cold” Rosé counters as she turns back to face him.

“Well, do you want to be cold?”

“No.”

“Keep it on” Tina settles, tapping his hands on her arms before moving away.

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Loose bits of gravel crunch under her boots as she walks toward a pickup truck in the school parking lot. Around her students sit in cars with the aircon on, waiting for their windscreens to un-fog before the drive home. Except for those like Tina, who stand outside their vehicle talking to friends. His conversation stopping when he sees Rosé step up to him.

“Thanks” she says, handing over his jacket.

“You can wear it home. Just give it back to me whenever.” He doesn’t reach to take it back from her.

“Now is whenever” Rosé pushes it into his arms. “If my parents see me in it I don’t know what they’ll do to it, and I’d rather you see it again. But thanks for letting me borrow it.”

Tina nods in acceptance as he throws it over his shoulder. “Do you need a lift or anything?” he offers, nodding to the truck he leans on.

“Nah, I’m good. Gonna hitch a ride with Nali” Rosé says, walking backward and crossing her arms tightly against the cold.

Tina nods again, but before Rosé can’t turn around, he calls out to her, “hope you find your jackets!”

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She couldn’t. She’d been as subtle as she could looking through all the cupboards in the house, and pretending to need something she might have left in the family car, only for her search to end empty handed. Apart from with the conclusion that her jackets are all in her parents’ room: the one place she won’t snoop.

“Still no luck?” Tina asks when he finds Rosé at her locker without her usual leather jacket the next day.

Rosé shakes her head. “But Nali let me borrow this.” She pulls at the sleeves of a thick hoodie.

“It doesn’t really suit you, does it?” Tina takes in the soft purple colour.

“It does the job” Rosé dismisses.

“You actually look nice in it… more approachable, I mean” Tina amends.

“Do I scare you, normally?” Rosé smirks a little.

“Sometimes” Tina admits before he shifts his footing. “Hey, come with me. I want to show you something.”

“Why?” Rosé challenges lowly but follows him all the same.

“Just come” Tina doesn’t answer, and Rosé’s confusion only grows as she is led through the hallways and into the sports department.

“Hey, I know you said that I look more approachable in this or whatever” Rosé begins firmly, “but that doesn’t mean I want to join you in the hookup spot behind the P.E sheds.”

“That’s not where we’re going.” Tina continues walking ahead of her.

Taking a left turn, Rosé recognises the hallway toward the changing rooms. “You’re taking me to the locker rooms? That’s fucking sick.” Her footsteps falter and she starts to hang back.

“I’m not taking you there. We’re going in here” Tina dismisses, moving along to an office door which he holds open for her.

Rosé frowns but steps through it. “Why here?”

“Because…” Tina draws out as he moves to the back of the room and over to a chest pressed against a wall. “I heard you say yesterday how you’ve qualified for a letterman jacket but can’t afford one.”

Rosé hums as she sits herself on the edge of a desk. This whole thing no clearer to her.

“And I was thinking, seeing that the sports department has so many extras because people outgrow them, that you should have one.”

“No.” Rosé shakes her head as Tina pulls one out from the chest. “They’re clearly kept for a reason.”

“Well yeah” Tina admits, “new players sometimes need to borrow them for interschool games… but the smaller sizes barely get worn anyway.”

Rosé only blinks at him sceptically.

“How many twig figures do you see on a football team?” Tina points out. “You’re taller than average, Rosé, but you’re not exactly broad-shouldered.”

Rosé stays silent.

“Are you really going to look a gift horse in the mouth?” Tina levels with her.

“I’ve never even seen a real horse” Rosé deadpans.

“… h-have you not?” Tina falters.

“Of course I have, you dumbass.” Rosé runs a hand down her face before gesturing to the jacket he had pulled out for her. “But I can’t take it. It’s basically stealing school property.”

“Oh, come on.” Tina rolls his eyes. “Like you’ve never stollen something from school before.”

“Only a couple of pencils, and maybe a ruler once” the pitch of Rosé’s voice raises in defence.

“Will you stop trying to fight with me for once?” Tina begs. “These have all been outgrown and donated. People take from here all the time, it’s basically a charity box.”

Rosé pulls in a deep breath that she huffs out. “Well maybe if you’d led with that!”

Tina scoffs a sound of dismissal. “Just try it on.”

Rosé smirks as she hops off the desk and fits herself into it.

Then Tina steps back, seeming to admire his single attempt at guessing the correct size which would fit her. “I know you probably wouldn’t be caught dead wearing this outside of school, but I figured that you’d at least be able to keep it here if your jackets get taken away again.”

Rosé nods, her jaw shifting as she examines her arms in the sleeves and rolls her shoulders. Then as she tugs at the hem down by her hips she pulls in a breath. “Look, I know I give you shit all the time, but I do appreciate this… really.”

“Oh gees, McCorkell, don’t go getting all emotional on me. You’re not supposed to have any” Tina dismisses awkwardly.

“You’re a teenage boy, you’re not supposed to recognise they exist” Rosé counters.

“I’m an emotionally intuitive guy” Tina defends.

Rosé pulls a face and makes a sound of disgust. “Right, you made it weird. I’m leaving” she says before turning on her heel and heading for the door.

“Yep” Tina agrees, shoving his hands in his pockets and following her out into the hallway where he suddenly scoffs a laugh.

“What?” Rosé asks lowly.

“Can you promise me something?”

“No.”

“Just promise me” Tina tries again.

“Fine” Rosé gives in.

“You won’t take the jacket off?”

“I won’t take the jacket off” Rosé repeats.

Tina smirks, just holding back from laughing again as he looks at the jackets they both wear. “I hate to break it to you, McCorkell, but right now we’re matching.”

#rpdr fanfiction #safe house au #rosé #denali #denali foxx #tina burner #rosénali #rosenali #omgheyrose

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moonshotsx · 2 years

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rosé and camden are so cute, stop itttt

#omgheyrose #lady camden #rpdr s13 #rpdr s14

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slutnali · 7 days

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“Denali is so my type.”

#Rosenali #omgheyrose #maddy morphosis #GITMS #I’m always so normal about rosenali

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xwitchycraftx · 1 year

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Welcome to Hacketts Quarry! Meet your camp counselors this summer!

Denali

Her capability to be a ray of sunshine around campers make her a popular camp counselor. Her athleticism, intelligence, and ability to sympathize with people makes it impossible for people to hate her. She's quick to jump to action in dangerous situations and never fails to put others first. However it's easy for someone as loving as Denali to get their heartbroken.

Kaitlyn

She likes to have fun while still looking out for her fellow Hacketteers. While embracing the idea of saying what's on her mind, she's not afraid to stir the pot. No matter the situation she has no issue taking the lead. Especially when it means the people she cares about are in trouble.

Abi

Despite her shy personality and tendency to hide in her sketchbook, Abi tends to have alot on her mind. Her love for observing nature and putting her ideas to paper often gain her praise from her peers. Her passion for artwork helps her pay attention to detail, providing her with a caution that can be extremely helpful in desperate times.

Ryan

Leaning towards the "brooding sexy loner" type, Ryan can definitely be the shy type, very few people seeing past his quiet persona. It just depends on who is goinbe the person who can get him to express himself more and be more open. Under his sarcastic remarks and seemingly emotionless personality lies a hero ready to defend anyone.

Nick

He's the type of jock that you wish existed more in life. He's handsome, generous, nerdy, and just the right amount of athleticism that has a lot people swoon over him. His worst trait however is letting his guard down and selflessness.

Jacob

Despite his tendency to come off as self centered and impulsive, Jacob is here to make sure everyone has a good time. Even though he's your stereotypical jock, deep down is someone who cares for his fellow counselors. Especially Emma.

Emma

Her love for social media and putting herself out there can be misleading at first. Having the appearance of a mean pretty popular girl, Emma is quite the opposite. As a intelligent and talented woman, Emma has no issue striking up conversation. She's here to be a friend to everyone and put a smile on all the campers faces.

Dylan

To some people he's just the guy who does the daily broadcast but he's really just a dork. Everyone loves an oddball. With his growing knowledge of music and humor, everything about him is lovable. However it's common for him to hide behind humor and behind his mask lies a person terrified of rejection.

Rosé

Similar to Emma, Rosé tends to seem like a popular girl who has no issue ruining your life. But behind her good looks and intimidating stare, lies a selfless and loving human being. The only reason she decided to be a camp counselor and spend summer at Hacketts Quarry was for the sole purpose of being around a certain counselor.

Now remember Hacketteers.....

This journey isn't for the faint of heart but remember

#denali #the quarry #camp counselor #rosenali #omgheyrose #dylan lenivy #kaitlyn ka #abigail blyg #emma mountebank #jacob custos #ryan erzahler #lgtbi

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missjanjie · 7 days

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can’t believe i never saw this pic before 🥺

#omgheyrose #denali foxx #rosnali #rosenali

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thevampirearcher-md · 2 years

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can we get a part 4 to the exes with feelings please?

A/N: Sure you can, here it is 😉 sorry, for the delay, I had to write it first 😂 I haven't proof-read this so if anything doesn't make sense, me sowwey (I left it open for a last part five and maybe after I wrap it up it can go on ao3?)

whatever, enjoy ✨

6:30

The clock on Denali’s dashboard proudly announces that the time for her to go inside has arrived, but still she lingers - takes a sip from her coffee, turns the volume up on her new favourite song, closes her eyes against the chateau landscape in front of her, trying to reach a level of zen that probably hasn’t been yet achieved.

It’s all because she’s scared to deal with Rosé.

Rosé - who has been so perfect since their first fight that Denali doesn’t know if she should kick herself or the ginger. She wonders if it was never Rosé… What if she’s just bad at communicating? What would have happened if, instead of getting all hot-headed and breaking up with Rosé, she would have told her what was wrong?

Would it have worked out differently?

She breathes in through her nose, crisp and cold morning air that fills her lungs until they’re ready to overflow. She breathes out through her nose, counting. She’s in the right here. She’s in the right and she’s not going to crack, no matter what Rosé pulls today.

A knock on her window startles her. 6:32.

“If I have to be inside right now, so do you,” a cranky Lagoona announces from just outside her car.

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The atmosphere inside is chaos, Jan is frantic, half of the bridesmaids are trudging across the room slowly, like barely awake zombies, the other half are shooting back coffee as if their life depended on it. In the far corner of the room, Rosé is curled up in an armchair, surrounded by tote bags and small suitcases, sleeping with her face tucked between her knees.

Of course, that’s where Denali’s eyes get stuck. Needless to say, Lagoona notices.

“She had a gig last night and she was Jan’s ride here, I don’t think she got any sleep,” she mutters. Denali is saved from responding to that as Jan descends upon them.

“Bring your dresses out and Nicky will steam them, then grab your robes and put them on - we’re going for a full luxury spa fantasy today,” she points to the row of hangers carrying silky robes embroided with J&J. “We’ll get you signed on the make-up and hair sheet… I’ll make sure you’re amongst the first,” Jan winks. “Once you’re done, you can help me wrangle everyone else into shape.”

Denali doesn’t even know what happens. Jan runs all over the place. She and Lagoona and pushed and pulled - stripped of their own clothing and wrestled into the robes, plunked down into twin chairs to have their hair and make-up down. The room is stuffy, almost overcrowded, and the air is saturated in humidity, from both the steamer aggressively attacking their clothing and the industrial quantities of setting spray and hairspray.

“I think it’s time to wake-up sleeping beauty,” Lagoona informs Denali, who doesn’t immediately react. “Earth to Nali,” she tries to elbow her in the ribs, but their chairs are slightly too far apart.

“Oh, you want me to do it?”

“Well, she rather likes looking at your face, I think it will put her in a better mood,” Lagoona shrugs, shutting her eyes to allow the make-up artist to work on her eyeliner.

Denali grunts, rolls her eyes, then complies. It’s Jan’s special day, it’s Jan’s special day, she keeps the mantra going in her head.

Rosé hasn’t moved an inch since Denali arrived, an hour and a half ago. She’s peacefully asleep and in a couple of minutes, she’s going to be painfully sore. Denali starts brushing her hair, from around her shoulders with gentle hands. It’s gotten longer since they’ve broken up, reaching almost all the way to her waist, but its curl still holds its shape against all of the laws of physics.

“Rosie,” Denali says softly, hand brushing against her shoulder. “It’s time to wake up,” she squeezes lightly. “C’mon, Rosie.” Seeing her like this brings back soft memories of mornings not too long ago. Rosé’s eyes open slowly. “C’mon now, Rosie,” Denali murmurs again, hand squeezing her arm.

Rosé smirks. “If this is a dream, don’t wake me,” she muses. Denali’s giggle is interrupted as she’s suddenly pulled forward. Her legs give and she lands in Rosé’s lap.

“I don’t care what you say,” Rosé whispers, now fully awake, judging by the look in her eyes, “this is definitely a dream.” Denali’s whole body has erupted in goosebumps. The robe is short and soft and slippery and, Goddamit, far too loosely tied.

“Time to get ready,” Denali manages to stutter, but her stomach is in knots. She knows that look in Rosé’s eyes - it’s one that has led to many unforgettable nights. Denali gulps.

“Five more minutes,” Rosé smirks, fingers tracing lightly over the robe’s thin material. It feels like she’s getting closer to Denali and her breath hitches. “I need more time to…”

“To what?” Denali finds a last spark of antagonism and she grasps onto it. She loses - she knows the moment she’s said it, the moment a dangerous spark lights up Rosé’s eyes.

“I was only planning on admiring,” the ginger’s eyes feel like laser rays, warming Denali's skin. “But just for that,” Rosé boops her nose, “I’ll do so much more,” her lips brush against Denali’s, soft and airy, but it’s as if a bonfire ignites inside her body. As if all this time that Rosé’s been taunting her, she’s been dousing her in gasoline and this small contact is all that is needed to ignite her.

A gate breaks open and Denali pushes Rosé back against the armchair.

“Oh, I’m gonna like this, too bad it’ll ruin your hair and make up,” Rosé laughs, enjoying Denali’s trance. A door slams open.

“Ruin her hair and make-up after the wedding, you inconsiderate shite,” Lagoona barks at them.

“Oh, I plan to…”

#rosenali #omgheyrose #rose #denali foxx #exes with feelings #if that last part i wrote while also watching a gameshow #hope it makes sense #it's not the most important part haha #maybe i could keep writing fun lil things like these

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