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lady-assnali · 8 months

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Rosenali (10 minute version)

(I wrote the majority of this ages ago, sent it to @sexynetra during a Rosenali renaissance, and then quite honestly completely forgot about it. I’m trying to get back into having a brain for writing so I threw in some edits and extended it a teensy bit and now you all get angst because Denali’s my vessel for any time I’m upset or even mildly inconvenienced)

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“I can’t stop looking at you.”

“Then don’t.” The invitation is sly, accompanied by the push of her long blonde hair over one shoulder, the tilt of her head to the side. She bats her eyelashes, taking hold of Rosé’s hand and dusting her lips over her palm, grinning wickedly at the breath she draws from the her. Then, she lets go.

“You love to get on my nerves, don’t you?” Rosé sighs. Denali’s ambling to the bedroom, wiggling her hips playfully while laughing over her shoulder.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Trailing not too far behind, Rosé reaches out to take gentle hold of Denali’s hips, spinning her around. She pulls her in close, nuzzles her cheek against the blonde’s and nosing the space where her hair hits just above her ear. A spark hits her limbs when Denali’s contented sighing brushes against her skin, the sensation enough to have her pushing the blonde back against the bed. She hits the mattress and stumbles backward, taking Rosé with her. Her hands are tight around her neck and she pulls her in, craving the intimacy they’d been teasing at all night. They’d been playing their usual cat-and-mouse game; Rosé’s hand sliding down her waist, Denali kissing her wrist as they waited to get drinks, their bodies linked from head to toe on the dance floor.

The dance floor-where their friends had left their circle one by one, forming their own space or trailing back to the bar. She hadn’t noticed in the moment, had been too wrapped up in the feeling of her body held tight against Rosé’s front. But Lagoona had winked at her before they’d left, Mik had all but pushed them out the door. Olivia fielded someone who’d been trying to talk to Rosé by gesturing between them with this look on her face as if the girl was stupid, as if she should have known that Rosé’s hand on Denali’s thigh meant they were exclusive even though she hadn’t exactly tried to stop her.

Which is another thing. They’d talked and danced and teased each other all night, but she hadn’t outright denied the other girl’s flirtatious comments. They’d never talked about their exclusivity, sure, but what else was she supposed to expect when every night out turned into this exact scenario?

What’s she supposed to expect when her body waits in anticipation for the moment their lips connect? Or this-Rosé pulling her hair, kissing her neck, making her writhe eagerly under her touch. She arches up to help Rosé find access to the zip of her dress with eager fingers, sighs under the ghosting of her fingers over her bare skin until she tenses under her touch.

What are they doing here again?

“Wait, stop.” Denali pushes Rosé away, and the redhead sits on her knees, straddling her with her hands firmly planted on her own thighs. Clarity hits Denali hard and fast, their dance floor teasing and friendly banter sitting like a rock in her stomach. She can hear them all; Olivia, Jan, Lagoona, Mik…they circle the subject like everyone else does, like she does, and there’s never a definitive answer. The only thing that’s evident here is that they’ll end up together at the end of the night. They’re best friends, they’re co-workers, they’re whatever else the narrative decides to throw Denali into other than the truth.

She’s desperately in love with Rosé , and everyone treats what they have like it’s a fucking joke.

She’s tired of being a joke.

“I love you.”

Well, shit. It wasn’t supposed to come out like that, with the zipper of her dress half down and her face flushed scarlet from the heat in the room. She’d had a plan, she’d been so eager to sit Rosé down and talk with her with absolute clarity and some sort of outline of what she wanted to say. She bites at her bottom lip but refuses to look away from the redhead, who stares back at her in awe. She waits, lets the admission sink in a bit, but Rosé is silent. She’s waiting for something, maybe, but Denali can’t read through eyes that refuse to meet her own.

“I just kind of realized like….what the fuck are we doing?” She sits up, runs a hand through her hair from where Rosé had just tousled it, bringing her back to herself a bit. “What the fuck am I doing? I just need to say it all right now; I want a future. I want kids and a wife and everything that comes with a family. And I want it with you, I’m not going to lie about that. But I’m tired of playing games and I’m really exhausted with not knowing what we are or where I stand with you. I mean, am I the only person you’ve been seeing? And like. We never talk about any of this. I want you in every way possible but I’m also not going to wait around for some shift in the universe. I’m all in with you and I’d like to know if you feel something more for me than just friendship and good sex.”

“Nali, I..it’s…”

“What?”

“I don’t know.”

Rosé stares back at her, lips just slightly parted; not quiet open, just on the crest of being ready to say something else. Denali can just barely make out the slight quiver in her stance, the way her fingers tense and release, as if looking to catch hold of her.

Do it. Every one of her senses begs, pleading for a leap of faith on the other girl’s end. Catch me…I’m here, I’m yours.

Rosé drops her hand to her side, closes her eyes briefly.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

It’s all Denali needs to hear before she’s wiggling out from underneath Rosé , a softness that reads almost like pity on the tip of her tongue. Her stomach whirls, and then tenses. She can barely calm her fingers long enough to zip her dress back up. Rosé comes up behind her, a gentle hand on her shoulder while the other finds the zipper. Denali hits her hand away, backing up with her big doe eyes alight with a low, crackling flame.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Nali…baby, we’re drunk.”

“I’m not anymore.” They’re standing face to face, Rosé searching her with this unreadable depth that says that maybe she’s sobered up a little bit too.

“And even if we are drunk, you didn’t say anything.” Denali continues. “You just…stood there. You’re stillstanding there.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know!” She wipes a hand over her face, emitting the noise of a groan and a growl blended together. Rosé ’s still standing near the bed; not sitting, not moving along with her. She’s a statue, watching while Denali wears paths into the floor with her pacing.

“That’s not very helpful.” She quips. Denali freezes, whirls around with a sudden onslaught of anger. Everything feels familiar; this argument, this consuming need to curl up under a blanket and hide. The only difference is that here, she has no friends to hide with. Here, the people she’s gotten closest to are Rosé’s chosen family. She should’ve listened to herself, trusted her gut over her heart.

She attempts to breathe through it but her next words come out as more of a growl. Maybe it’s the anger. She’s sure she can feel the wall Rosé had torn down with her charming smile and sweet words being built back up brick by brick.

“You know what’s not helpful? You. This.” She gestures wildly between them, then begins flying around the apartment again. She’s gathering things in her arms; a hoodie, some shoes, a collection of bracelets and her toothbrush from the bathroom sink. As the pile grows they fall from her arms onto the floor, where she picks them up with a huff.

“Baby,”

“-Don’t call me that.”

“Denali, listen to me.”

“I’ve done enough listening for the day, I think. Actually, I’ve done enough for my whole life.” She’s not even trying to hold back her tears, letting her body take control as she slams the bedroom closet door shut soundly behind her, having kicked it with her heel-clad foot.

Good. Let her see me cry.

“Can we talk about this in the morning?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know if there’s anything worth talking about anymore, to be honest with you. I need to take care of myself now.” There it is; the hollow of her voice, the sigh that brushes alongside her words, carries them until they fall from her lips with the air of defeat. She’s given up.

“At least let me call you an Uber or something.”

“I’ll stay with someone. You live close enough, I can walk.”

“Then let me walk with you.”

“Can’t you just listen to me? Just for a second! I want-I need to go, and it can’t be with you tagging along and charming your way back into my pants.”

“Denali.” A wounded expression crosses Rosé’s eyes before she blinks it away, the comment echoing in her head. She reaches out for her, brushes her fingers on the blonde’s shoulders with something that would be described as love in any other life. Denali knows better than to label the gesture.

“I should’ve listened and stayed the fuck away from you.” She seethes, wriggling in Rosé’s grasp. Her teeth are gritted, her voice sharp and spitting.

“Listened? To who?”

“Everyone. Your friends? Yeah, they made jokes about hoping that I’d be someone that stuck around for a little while. That doesn’t feel great.”

“Ok, they like to joke.”

“Stop. Stop being like that. This isn’t something we can brush under the rug right now. You can’t just…” She groans, ripping herself away from Rosé’s grip. She fumbles her way over to the bathroom, turns on the sink and lets it run for a minute. She’s staring at the water, her chest heaving. She needs air, she needs space, she needs anything but the sound of Rosé’s bare feet on the tile floor behind her.

Their eyes meet in the mirror; bloodshot, apprehensive. Denali shakes the water from her hands, Rosé shuffling out of her way while she dries them. The air between them is strained, almost suffocating as they wordlessly maneuver their way from the bathroom in silence.

Rosé pulls out a bag from the closet by her door, holds it open to Denali. She tosses in the things that will fit and slings it over her shoulders, only a hoodie left draped over her arm.

Their entire relationship fit in one big canvas tote. It feels symbolic, but she won’t let herself linger on that thought long enough to make it into something that will put any more significance into the time she’s spent hurting herself over this. She has a bag full of artifacts and eyes brimming with tears and Rosé can barely muster up the courage to look at her.

“Text me when you get there?”

“Sure.” It’s not exactly brisk but the clip of Denali’s voice hits Rosé hard, her heart hammering through her chest, traveling up to the thrumming of her eardrums. She’s learned all the tells of the blonde that lingers in her doorway. The stoic line of her lips, the absence of dimples, the well-trained posture…regret pools in her gut.

She can’t think of the right words to say, so she says nothing.

Denali walks out the door.

Rosé stands there, wondering if she should go after her-if she even has the right to go after her.

She doesn’t.

She picks up the remnants of the night; two empty glasses on the coffee table, the rumpled up sheets and discarded blanket on the bedroom floor. She wipes down the counters, throws things into the hamper with the promise of taking them to the laundry room in the morning. She cleans until her legs give out, and then she just sits. Her phone had gone off a while ago, but it had only been Mik. Now, it blings again, and she figures she shouldn’t ignore her friend.

Mik 1:43 am

D asked me to let you know that she’s with me and she’s safe.

Mik 1:50 am

What happened???

Rosie 1:50 am

Good

Nothing

Everything

Rosie 1:57 am

I think I really fucked up.

Rosie 2:00 am

Call me tomorrow?

Standing dutifully by Denali’s side, Mik rolls his eyes at the string of texts that comes through. He considers not answering, if only to make Rosé sit in the consequences of her actions a little bit longer. Denali had called him with this quiet, shortened version of her own voice, and by the time she arrived she was adamant on keeping a bit of her silence.

“I think I’m just an idiot.” She’d thrown her bag on the floor by the door and tossed her competition hoodie on top of it, flopping down onto the couch. “Can you text Rosie and let her know that I’m here? I guess she cares about that.”

He met her quiet with a push to the shower and then to his bed, where he’d covered her with blankets and kissed the top of her head. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face swollen with grief. He hadn’t said anything to her except goodnight and I love you before she drifted off.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he decides that maybe pushing a vibrant, silly, delight of a human like Denali into soft spoken words and a heavy heart isn’t a behavior he wants to stand behind; not this time. Not her.

He settles on petty vengeance, lets the messages sit with his read receipts on. Then, he resolves to call her tomorrow morning for a full explanation. But it doesn’t feel like enough; not for the way his friend’s voice had sounded on the phone, or for the way it seems as though he’s continually picking up the pieces of Rosé’s life, giving advice that’s asked for but never quite taken. And this isn’t just some club hookup. This is someone everyone had come to adore.

So if petty vengeance leads him to sending one last text, he reminds himself that tough love might just be the medicine that’s needed here.

Rosé’s phone hums while she’s on her hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. She grabs for it with greedy hands, paying no attention to the way suds collect on the case while she wipes her other hand on her leg, ridding herself of just enough of the water to be able to use the screen.

The first thing Rosé sees is a photo of Denali, eyes shut and lips turned down, snuggled deep into the covers of Mik’s bed. Her hair is splayed in a messy blonde halo around her head, her hands holding the blankets close to her chin.

Mik 1:43 am

She’s asleep. Will call tomorrow.

It’s vague and limited and Mik knows that Rosé hates when people use a period like that because it makes everything sound mad. Then again, she supposes that that’s the point of it all. Because really, why should she deserve the right to explain herself when there truly isn’t much to explain? Why should she be granted any form of decency when she’s dug herself back into a hole she’s never fully covered? She’s the bad guy; she always has been.

She’d just thought that maybe love would be a good enough reason for her brain to stop fucking everything up.

#Rosenali #it’s giving all too well ten minute version the girls that get it get it #And maybe that’s because i sang that song super loud last night at like midnight but that’s nobody’s business but my own

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dragraceera · 11 months

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some cutie nali pics

#my baby my babyyyyyyy #denali #denali fox #rosenali #rpdr 13

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sweetestberryofthebunch · 1 year

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(Early) WIP Wednesday

come outside, i wanna show you something

The text had reached Denali just as she shouldered her bag, ready to head out to class. She couldn’t help the roll of her eyes. Of course Rosé had anything but class in her head on a day as hot as this.

Can’t, some of us have Grades to keep xx

Unsurprisingly, Rosé wasn’t let off that easily.

you are the best dancer this stupid program has, you don’t need every single practice baby !!

Unable to stop the smile creeping across her face, Denali shook her head.

I’m top of the class BECAUSE I show up every single practice. Not that you can relate.

Then, a few minutes of silence. Denali knew she should probably get going or she was going to be late, but she wanted to see Rosé‘s answer.

Finally, three dots implied the other girl was typing. And then, a picture.

Rosé’s thighs, naked except for tiny, ripped jeans shorts, pale skin spotted with freckles. A bottle of pink champagne and a whole box of raspberry sorbet in her lap as she sat in her white leather car seat. Denali swallowed heavily.

Another message came in.

i bought a picnic blanket too

Fuck, who could dance in an unacclimatised gym in this weather anyways? Shaking her head at herself, Denali dropped her bag onto her bed. Time to get out of her dance shorts again. Where was that little tennis skirt she’d borrowed from Liv?

5 mins

#rosenali #academia au #the girls are THRIVING y’all #berry’s writings

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sexynetra · 6 months

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today is a good day for a little bit of fun and love and whimsy :) !!!! post a snippet where characters are being silly/teasing/playful :)

This snippet is in honor of my beloved @lady-assnali who I am absolutely commissioning to write the rosenali companion side fic once I post the story :)

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Denali had a reputation among the skating community for always falling for a fellow athlete at every competition she went to. And as her friend, Gigi knew this better than anyone. But that didn’t stop it from being annoying as hell to get kicked out of her own room at nearly every competition.

“She’s this Scottish snowboarder, I think her name is Rosé? Oh my god, she’s so hot, I think I’m in love. And that accent. I almost proposed on the spot, I swear on my life,” Denali gushed, turning to look at Gigi with a wide smile lighting up her face.

Gigi pursed her lips to hide her smile. “Wow, proposing already. That's quite a vote of confidence for this competition's girl of the week,” She hummed, cracking up as she dodged the pillow Denali chucked at her in lieu of a response. “How long are you expecting her to stay? I need my beauty sleep, you two can’t have the room all night.”

“But I need post-sex cuddles, Geeg. You should see her arms, she's so strong. I bet she could lift both of us without breaking a sweat.”

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bunihyo · 11 months

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i’m not asking, i’m BEGGING for rosenali “who did this to you” PLEASEE IM IN MY ROSENALI PHASE AGAIN…

✎ mini message :

I got you soldier 🫡 also look at me fr being organized rn?? hello..

✎ synopsis :

stripper! au. rosé finds out someone laid a hand on denali, and she’s not happy. no warnings, other than a bruise and some harsh language.

✎ (0.8k)

“Hey baby, have you seen my lipstick?” Rosé quietly questions, wandering into the break room. Her hips jut uncomfortably against the stretchy fabric wrapped around her waist, causing quiet rustling sounds. She peers around for her girlfriend, and finds the black haired female poised quietly at her vanity, dabbing at her arm with a beauty blender. “Nali? You okay?”

Seemingly finally noticing her girlfriends presence, Denali turns— her face slightly etched in surprise. “Oh, hey! Sorry, what did you say?”

Rosé frowns. “I asked if you’d seen my lipstick? What’s up with you?” She questions, moving closer toward the younger girl. Denali smiled up at her, though her smile seemed rather forced.

“Nothing, I’m okay.” She assured, turning to look around at her vanity’s stand. “I haven’t seen your lipstick, but you’re welcome to borrow mine.” She mumbles, handing off a random container of lipstick to Rosé who studies her quietly.

She tucks the lipstick away in a random strap of her outfit and squints. “You sure you’re okay? You’re acting weird, more so than usual.”

It’s a light tease that travels completely over Denali’s head, she furrows her brows with a pout. “Mean, I’m not acting weird at all.”

“Baby i’m messing,” Rosé responds, dropping her hand to Denali’s shoulder. She watched the girl slightly tense. “You know you can come to me if something is wrong, right? You don’t have to hide from me.”

Denali breathes gently and nods. “Yeah, I know.”

She looks up and meets eyes with Rosé, before looking back at the mirror infront of her. Rosé spared her a sympathetic smile. “Alright,” She whispers, applying a slight amount of reassuring pressure to her before completely pulling away. “I’ve got privates in twenty. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

The ravonette infront of her nods, and Rosé inwardly sighs at her silence. But she knows that Denali probably doesn’t want to be pestered right now, and turns to leave, getting halfway to the door before her girl gently calls out for her. “Come back.”

The sincerity in her tone makes Rosé turn, knitting her brows together. “What’s up? Do you need something?” Denali sighs. She pushes up off her chair and walks over, rubbing her wrist against her side. Rosé watches the action in full complexity, “Are you okay?”

“It happened earlier,” Denali mumbled, lifting her wrist up for Rosé to inspect. What she finds elicits a quiet gasp. A darkening bruise sits at her girlfriend’s wrist, slightly purple in hue with green undertones. It’s enough to send a shiver through Rosé. “I— can’t lie to you. And not telling you felt wrong—”

“Who did this to you?” Rosé questions sharply, her hand coming forward to grab Denali’s wrist. Despite her earnest tone, Rosé’s grip is gentle as if Denali is now a fragile dandelion in her grasp. “Was it one of the girls? Did you accidentally smack it?”

Denali bits her lip. “In a private earlier—” She starts, and already Rosé’s eyes are narrowing, never looking up to meet hers however. “The dude was seriously giving me the creeps— and I went to leave after he started getting too touchy. But when I went to the door he grabbed me, pulled me back.” Her voice is wavering and shaky as she explains the sequence of events, and Rosé can physically feel her heart breaking at how small her girlfriend sounds.

“Did he try to do anything else to you?” She forced out, desperately scouring the rest of Denali’s exposed arm.

“No,” Denali mumbles. “I pulled away and left. I didn’t think anything of it— but I guess he grabbed me way too hard and bruised it, I dunno. I tried to hide it—” A frown falls on her face, she looks to the ground. “I’m so sorry I lied to you—”

“Baby don’t apologize,” Rosé instructs, breathing out unevenly. “I’m…glad you told me now. Rather than not at all. Do you…remember who it was?”

Denali shrugs. “Some old guy, he was in this bright red suit? And he had like- slick backed white hair.”

Rosé clicks her tongue and nods, finally forcing her eyes up to Denali’s. She places a gentle hand over Denali’s bruise and meets her gaze. “I’ll talk to Visage about having the man banned. Or face some sort of consequence.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to.” Rosé dismisses, shaking her head. “No man is gonna lay a hand on you, and get away with it. Just let me handle these things, okay?”

Denali wills herself enough to nod, trusting her girlfriend wholeheartedly. “Okay.” She breathes.

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And handle it Rosé did. While speaking with her boss she spots the man whom Denali had described, and wastes no time wandering over and delivering a healthy punch to his gut. It’s enough to turn heads, but not enough to cause a large scene. Michelle drags her away to scold the girl, during which she meets eyes with a slightly shocked Denali— and sends her a charming grin, with a thumbs up.

#dd writes rosenali ׂׂૢ #rosenali #rosé x denali #denali #rosé #denali x rosé #rosénali #drag race #rupauls drag race #drag fiction #fanfiction #anon answered #anon <3 #dd loves writing #writing

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buffyathena · 3 days

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🎞 Movie Night HC, 💸 Grocery Shopping HC,🏥 Taking Care of Injuries HC for rosenali pls -blayze✨

@slutnali

Movie night

Rosé always wants to watch a musical or a comedy, Denali likes comedies but also adventure movies. One time they decide to watch a horror movie and Rosé hides behind Denali the entire time. Rosie makes a giant bowl of popcorn, and Denali mixes in M and Ms so she can have salty and sweet.

Grocery Shopping

They absolutely take turns riding on the cart through the parking lot. In the store, they try to follow a list, but they usually get distracted and end up all over the place. Rosie sings and dances to the pop songs playing.

Taking Care of Injuries

They’re both pretty similar in that they tend to push through injuries and illness; Denali especially is used to injuries from her skating. However, they’re both super concerned about the other and want them to rest when they’re hurt or sick, even though they can’t apply the same logic to themselves.

#asks #Rosenali #rosnali

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slutnali · 8 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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thewatermelloncat · 10 months

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She hates the assumption that everyone made about her: that she isn’t okay. Surely Rosé should be the one to decide how she is. Her life is far from perfect, she knows that, but she’s fine with it because it’s all she knows. Being shut in a room and forced to talk about her feelings won’t change anything about that, will it?

#rpdr fanfiction #rosé #denali #rosenali #rosénali #safe house au

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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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lady-assnali · 7 months

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Happy Six Sentence Sunday, this is very inspired by one of the hundred reels I sent @sexynetra where she then hyped me up to write this ✨

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“Oh, man.” Denali sighs, looking over her colorful stack of paper money wistfully. “Looks like I don’t have enough money to pay rent.”

Mik snorts, rolling his eyes as he watches the blonde start to flutter her lashes. Rosé straightens up in her chair, eyes scanning the Monopoly board and then Denali’s hands. She’s dropped the cash and is playing with the collar of her shirt, shifting it over just enough to show off her collarbone.

“Oh, come on! You’re going to pay your rent like the rest of us or you’re headed straight to jail. Sorry about it, maybe you shouldn’t have spent all that money on Park Avenue.”

She regards Mik’s stern tone for a moment, the look that’s fizzling onto her features one that has him wiping at his eye in (partially) feigned exhaustion. Denali runs her fingers through her hair, pushes it off to one side of her face.

“I just don’t know what I’m going to do.” She sighs again, pouting her pretty lips. She leans over to Rosé, resting a hand on her thigh. It doesn’t take long for the redhead to squirm under her touch.

“I think we can arrange something.” She cups Denali’s cheek, kisses her gently. The shudder of the blonde’s breath underneath her own lips is familiar now, but Rosé is sure she’ll never get used to the way it makes her stomach stir.

“You’ll pay half.” Rosé keeps close to Denali, who shakes her head at the idea.

“Half?” She lets out a breathy laugh. “I’ll pay one fourth and not a penny more.”

“You’re on Park Avenue, Dee. Do you know how much money I’d lose if I let this deal slide?”

“Oh my god, it’s Monopoly. Actually? Flimsy paper dollars.” Mik groans. His input rolls right over their heads.

“We can make a deal then, Rosie.” Denali croons. She cups her cheek, brushes her thumb along the flushed skin there. “Because I’m not paying more than that. I think I’m being more than reasonable here.”

“I think you’re sweet talking me into losing a huge paycheck.”

“But it’s working, isn’t it?” She winks, kisses Rosé hard before scooting her chair back over. She does some math by whispering and starts to count out the meager sum. Before the money can change hands Mik clears his throat and stands up from his seat at the table.

“This was a lovely game night.” He says pointedly, finishing his drink in one swig. He flies around the apartment, grabbing his jacket without even bothering to shrug it over his shoulders.

“Truly, so fun.” He pats both of their shoulders with heavy hands. “I’m just going to read the room and see myself out so you can keep…making your deal.” He lifts a finger to his throat, fake gagging noises accompanying the teasing light in his eyes.

“You don’t have to go!” Denali protests, standing up to help. There’s a piece of her that feels sorry-embarrassed, almost. (Almost.) He holds one hand out in protest, backs up a bit.

“Oh baby, I do. Take my money. Or don’t-it seems like you won’t even need it.”

From her chair Rosé laughs to herself, holding a hand up in the air.

“Yeah, probably not.”

“Rosie!” Denali hits her playfully, an adoring roll of the eyes translating to her own way of saying that of course, Rosé’s right. And of course, she’s forward.

“I’ll be sure to let Jan know that she was right-game night just isn’t my thing.”

“Wait, what did Jan say?”

“Oh, she just warned me that Clue was banned but she wasn’t sure how Monopoly would go. I’ll have to let her know that on a scale from one to ten the two of you are pathetic.”

He lets the door swing shut behind him, his playful tone ringing through the air as Rosé contemplates her best friend’s use of the word pathetic. As if reading her mind, Denali sneaks up behind her, wrapping her hands around her waist and nuzzling the bare skin of her neck with her nose.

“I’m not sure if the word pathetic is right.” Denali’s voice is a hum now, and Rosé shudders at the feeling of it reverberating against her skin. Her hands wander gently to the hem of Rosé shirt, fingers dancing their way up to her chest.

“You owe me money.” Rosé breathes. Denali laughs against the redhead’s back, kissing her shoulderblade.

“Let me pay you the right way first.”

#and Yknow what #I love little shit Denali #rosenali #the teacher au

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jinkxie · 2 months

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the rosenali fic is still in the works. and fingers crossed soon to be finished

#it’s a one last stop au bc the idea of rose being a new yorker time traveling from the 80s was too perfect #rosenali #ev.txt

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sweetestberryofthebunch · 1 year

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The one where Denali owns up to some things

A/N: At long last, the girls are back! This one took so long to finish because my own professor in college completely skipped this topic and left us to teach ourselves, so my revision took way longer to make sure I don’t talk complete bullshit here. I hope you still enjoy it, things are beginning to roll for some of the girls … Also, just out of pure interest to see where you all stand, should I focus more on Jan/Jackie or Jackie/Nicky for the next one?

Dust particles danced in the air, illuminated by a few sun beams making their way through the large windows of the library.

Denali paced past the different sections, arms wrapped tightly around a copy of Peaceful Conflict Reslolution and other communal milestones. Considering her current situation, the title basically dripped with irony. When she had received the reading assignment, she almost laughed out loud in the middle of class. The universe had a sour sense of humour. Her eyes skimmed the few desks shoved between overflowing book shelves, most of them occupied by students draining the last bit of productivity out of the fleeting day. Not much unlike herself, if she could find a place to sit … Oh.

At the very end of the room, in the little corner with a few dusty cushioned seats, right between the shelves labeled Physiology and Psychology sat Crystal, all by herself. She was crosslegged, a large, heavy book on the desk in front of her and a sketchbook rested on her lap. The redhead didn’t look up from her sketch, even as Denali came closer, but she could see that the art student also wasn’t particularly making any progress.

Immediately, Denali felt a sting in her chest. Willow’s words still echoed in her mind regularly, and thanks to Daya’s loud voice and the thin dorm room walls Denali knew that Crystal was slacking in her classes, struggling to meet her deadline. It was hard not to let the guilt consume her at the thought when she knew that Crystal had been down since the party. The very one where she had left her alone, sneaking up to the roof with Rosé while Crystal was left alone downstairs, to end up seeing Gigi kiss someone else. As much as Denali had wanted to, she still hadn’t reached out to Crystal about it. She wanted to, she really did, but it was hard getting anything done when the mere thought of how she had left the other girl made her want the earth to part and swallow her whole. But that was her own fault. And if she wanted Willow to talk to her again, and maybe stop with the poisonous glares she managed to shoot Denali‘s way at every turn, she had to finally own up to it.

Taking a deep breath, Denali gripped the book in her arms tighter and walked over to Crystal’s booth.

The taller girl didn’t notice her at first. She was too occupied by poking holes into her eraser with the tip of her pencil. Denali swallowed, bracing herself once more before clearing her throat, the sound a lot more insecure and faint than she had planned. But maybe she deserved that.

„Hm?“, Crystal glanced upwards with tired eyes, dark circles around them like a faint reminder of her recent pain. Pain Denali had caused. She swallowed again, fingernails scraping over her books hardcover. „Hey, Crystal“, she mustered up a smile, probably a little too bright to be authentic. The girl in front of her sighed, leaning backwards in her chair.

God, she looked so tired …

Denali shifted from one leg onto the other. „I thought maybe we could talk for a moment? I don’t want to keep you from working!“

„No, no, it’s okay. Have a seat.“ Crystal nodded towards the chair next to her, and Denali let herself sink into the cushions. They were worn out, the leather cracked and pale where the sun had worn out its initial mustard colour. However, it was still comfortable, and she understood why Crystal would come all this way to the outer corner of the library. She let Crystal know that too.

„It’s nice here. I barely come all this way.“

Crystal glanced from Denali down to her sketchbook and back at Denali. There was something tired, something almost drained in her demeanour. „Yeah, it’s sweet. I used to sit here with Gigi a lot, it’s usually emptier so no one would get annoyed at us …“

It felt like a punch right to the gut. Denali pressed her teeth together, sorting the words in her mind before they spilled right out, fast, still rather disorganised, but bluntly honest and from the heart.

„I’m so sorry Crystal. I panicked so bad that night, like everything was so loud and so much suddenly! I can’t explain it, this has never happened to me before I think. Not this bad at least, it was worse than when I used to compete in skating tournaments! Rosé had to calm me down and then we didn’t go back downstairs until most people were gone. I should have send you a text, let you know somehow. I didn’t think that far in the moment, that was so unfair towards you.“

„Denali, it’s okay.“ Crystal now stared right at her, chestnut eyes meeting nougat ones. Her pencil was still in her hands, fingers fidgeting with it just the slightest but. At least her voice was more firm now, less exhausted. „I kind of panicked too, but for other reasons … we both made it out the other end, didn’t we?“

Relief washed over Denali like a wave of ice water. She glanced over at Crystal, a mix of gratitude and worry in her eyes. „Did we? You haven‘t talked about Gigi since then. I know how much she means to you.“

Crystal sighed, shaking her head just the slipptest bit. „That whole audial has nothing to do with you, Nali. You are not responsible for my stupid crush in the slightest.“

„I don’t think it’s stupid!“, Denali threw in, her tone almost patronising. Her brows were raised in surprise, as if she couldn’t believe Crystal would even think such a thing.

Crystal let out a chuckle, licking her lips nervously. „No, it is.“ A moment if silence, before she glanced at the other girl again, one of her freshly dyed, thin red brows wandering upwards. „You and Rosé however…“

„Shut up!“ Denali whined, raising her hand to give Crystal a gentle slap. Midway however, her hand stopped and she faltered. Crystal watched her closely, how her forehead relaxed and even her lips ultimately curled into a little smile.

„But yeah“, she breathed out, to no one in particular. „Me and Rosé.“

Crystal couldn’t help but smile at that, reaching out to grab ahold of Denali’s shoulders. „Look at us“, she giggled, waiting until the dark haired one did in fact look her in the eyes, „two useless latina lesbians, in love with the hot rich white girls.“

Denali had to laugh at that, shaking her head. „Wow, we have so much in common!“ Then, her laughter died down again. Her tone got serious as she glanced at Crystal, her round doe eyes once again begging for forgiveness. „Enough to be friends over, maybe?“

Crystal shot her a smile, teeth exposed. „Of course! Denali, I am not angry with you! And I would love to bond over hopeless sapphic yearning, Daya and Willow can’t relate at all.“

Denali let out a squeal, throwing her hands around Crystals neck. The art student joined into the sounds, pulling the other girl in for a hug. From somewhere to their left, someone let out a sharp hiss to shush them quiet. But right now, it didn’t matter too much to either of them.

The philosophy room smelled incredibly sweet that day. After finishing up some of their work in the library, Denali and Crystal had arrived early to the club, met by Ms Monsoon preparing their tea for the session out of whole, dried raspberries.

Liv and Willow arrived next, the latter giving them a long, sceptical look before sitting down beside Crystal. As the conversation between the girls flew almost flawlessly, even she began to relax though, going even as far as to shoot Denali a short, approving smile. The ice skater smiled back, trying her best not to jolt out in glee.

Jackie arrived on the clock, as always, and Rosé rushed in a few minutes later with a half empty Starbucks drink that even Ms Monsoon couldn’t resist to lightheartedly comment on. „Should we broaden the menu so that you don’t have to buy an extra drink, Rosé?“

The pink haired girl pressed her lips together, cheeks burning bright red as she slid the cup into her backpack. „I know we have tea here“, she grumbled, „I just really wanted a Frappuccino…“

Denali watched the other girl in her embarrassment, unable not to smile at the way Rosé scrunched up her nose when the others laughed. Her heart did a little leap at the sight and she quickly busied herself by taking another sip of raspberry tea instead of looming over that thought too much. However, the sweet, bright pink-ish drink did not do much to stir her thoughts somewhere else.

„Has anyone seen Miss Jan and Miss Nicky?“, Jinkx folded her hands under her chin, the question tugging Denali out of her head and back into the moment, „It’s getting rather late.“

„We’re here!“, as if they had waited for their moment, the door swung open suddenly, a startled, completely out of breath Jan bursting in. Nicky stumbled in shortly behind her, equally panting and smiling just as brightly. „Sorry we’re late!“, Jan continued, „Nicky drives like shit.“

Jinkx tutted at that and the girls laughed out loudly as the last two took their seats. However, it didn’t go past Denali how Jackie didn’t join in on the laughter, instead silently stirring her tea, staring down at the pink liquid.

„Alright“, the ginger haired professor silenced her students with a wave of her hand, drawing all attention to her. Well, most of it at least. Jackie‘s eyes lingered over on the two late arrivals just a moment longer, before she finally tore them away to open her notebook. Being this easlily distracted wasn’t like her at all, at least not in her beloved club…

Denali searched for Rosé‘s eyes before she even realised, wondering if the other noticed their club president’s demeanour too. Rosé however was stirring the raspberries in her cup around, not even noticing Ms Monsoon starting the session. As if she felt Denali‘s eyes on her, she suddenly glanced up, meeting her gaze with a playful wink. Denali shook her head, but as she turned to listen to Jinkx she couldn’t help the smile on her face.

„Alright girls“, the ginger haired professor took a sip of her tea before putting her cup down to fold her hands. „I know some of you are currently working on your art projects, so today‘s topic should be especially interesting.“

Willow raised her brows, meanwhile Crystal shifted excited in her seat next to Denali, setting down her cup in anticipation. She gave her a small smile, more than happy about Crystal’s liveliness.

As if pulled by strings, all the students heads leaned together slightly, facing the ginger haired professor as if they were about to share an ancient secret. „Whether you study visual arts or not, I am certain all of you have at least once faced with the question: What is beautiful? And who decided so?“

„Isn’t that just axiology?“, Willow questioned, spoon drawing little circles on her saucer, „another form of judgement?“

„I don’t think so“, Willow raised her brows in surprise when Olivia of all people spoke up. „Axiology is the judgement of value, how much a thing is worth. Just because you deem something pretty doesn’t mean it’s valuable.“ Denali nodded in agreement, „Remember the neon sign Jasmine bought for our living room? You said it was overpriced and absolutely worthless and you’re right, half the lights are broken. But that doesn’t change the fact that Jasmine thinks it’s beautiful.“ Willow groaned, pulling a comical grimace. „Don’t remind me.“

A chuckle went through the room for a moment, before Jackie leaned forwards, hands neatly clasped together on the table in front of her. „I would still agree with Willow“, she stated, the red haired girl shooting her a satisfied grin in response.

„Value does not necessarily mean money. Maybe the value in the neon sign is that it makes Jasmine happy to look at.“, She unclasped her hands, gesturing towards Nicky. „All my old clothes go through Nicky’s inspection before I throw them out. I might have no use for them anymore, but if she likes a pattern there’s value in it for her, may it be for class or just the joy of stealing my stuff“, Jackie shot the blonde girl a glance, earning a swat on the lower arm in response.

„You just said you’d throw them out!“

„As an example!“, the dark haired girl yelped, shaking her head while still unable to hide her smile. „I may deem something not as pretty anymore, it lost its value to me. To you, however, you might judge it different, making it quite valuable to you personally!“

„I think“, a sudden voice came from the side of the table that, as usual, had been quiet for most of the session. Rosé leaned back on her chair, as per usual, arms crossed and her face stern, as always pretending to be just a little bit above the situation than the rest. Denali bit back a roll of her eyes and instead focussed on listening. „Most of this beauty talk is just a lot of attitude.“

Jackie‘s eyebrows shot upwards, mouth agape and ready to defend herself, but Rosé was faster.

„You get so lost in judging somethings value or validity, when the whole ordeal is actually quite simple: Beautiful is what makes us emotional enough to act.“ Suddenly, the whole room was silent, each and every single person basically clinging onto Rosé‘s lips. Even Jinkx put down her cup, rested her chin on her hand and simply listened to what the pink haired girl in the ripped jeans and gruffly sweater had to say. And Rosé? Her eyes found Denali‘s, never once faltering in her firm stare as she spoke, as if the only person who needed to hear her was the dark haired girl with her widened doe eyes, lips just slightly parted in surprise of the moments intensity.

„When it comes down to it, we are still just animals, our behaviours just survival techniques. Now, what you all call value I call interest. An interest that goes against our default survival mode. Jasmine doesn’t need her sign to survive, but she was interested enough in it to get it nonetheless. Judging by the amount of Dior she owns, Nicky doesn’t need Jackie‘s clothing to survive, but there is an interest in them strong enough to go for it anyways. Beauty is not value or quality, it’s the things we think are special enough to pursue against our natural instinct. The things we want, even if we can’t always explain it to others.“

Silence. No one dared to breathe, no saucer rattled, even the wind that usually liked to play with the library’s old windows seemed to hold still for a moment. Rosé‘s eyes still lingered on Denali, her expression unintelligible. Denali swallowed, hard. Her head seemed to be spinning, overflowing with thoughts and questions yet wiped completely empty at the same time. She swallowed again, and then a third time as her fingers tapped against the wooden table, anything to break the silence in the room. Her eyes wandered down to her saucer, a sugar cookie still in place for her. But Denali knew if she tried to pick it up now, she’d jsut end up dropping it again. Instead, she busied herself by brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, praying for someone, anyone to break the heavy silence. And still, Rosé‘s eyes were on her, drinking up every movement, every nervous twitch of her fingers like she was the last drop of water in a boiling desert. Special enough to pursue against our natural instinct.

Finally, their professor clapped her hands together, pulling everyone’s attention back to her. „Miss Rosé“, Jinkx smiled at the singer, hands folded together in a calm, yet undeniable display of excitement. „You never cease to surprise us, do you? If I wasn’t the only Philosophy professor here, I wouldn’t believe that you have never taken a class before.“

Jackie nodded in response, pencil in hand and scribbling down in her notebook, almost faster than Denali could even form thoughts. Then again, right now she struggled to form thoughts in general.

„Alright my girls“, Jinkx addressed them all now, „I think this interesting take on Kant’s Criticism of Judgement should conclude our session today. I’ll bring a copy next time to show you what I mean, Rosé had a very similar point of view to Immanuel.“ The girls began to move again, shuffling in their seats, drinking up their last sip of tea, grabbing their bags. But the professor wasn’t finished just yet.

„Before I let you go, I want to remind you of the annual Young Philosophers debate. Last year Nicky and Jackie made it to the second round but“, Jinkx leaned over the table, almost conspicuous, „I am convinced that you girls can make it further, so if anyone wants to try it this year let me know until November and I will sign us up.“ Jinkx eyes wandered over each of them, before lingering on Rosé. „I think there is some great potential at this table.“

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