#denali x olivia

[missjanjie]

“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed” maybe for a continuation of that Nali x netra drabble? 👀

Anetra hesitated. “Are you sure Olivia doesn’t mind watching Bev too? I imagine a six month old requires a lot more care than a six year old, even two.”

Denali waved off her concern. “It’s fine, I promise. She loves babies and I’m paying her almost double her normal rate.” She joined Anetra in bed, straddling her lap, “now, let me take care of you.”

She wouldn’t necessarily admit it, but she needed this now more than she had in a long time. Ever since she’d given birth to her darling Beverly, she felt like being a mom became her entire identity — she wasn’t her own person, she was a wife and mother. But Denali made her feel like her old self again, she made her feel beautiful and desired in ways her husband never could.

“How’re you feeling now?” Denali asked when she came up from between Anetra’s thighs, a small grin of satisfaction lingering on her lips as she watched her try to catch her breath.

“Better,” she replied with a breathless laugh, “you’re very good at that, you know.”

She smiled and moved to lay beside her. “Think I’ve had a bit of practice at this point,” she winked.

Anetra smirked and leaned over to kiss her. “Well, I’m more than happy to be practiced on whenever you’d like.”

[artificialqueens]

All Shades of Pink (Rosé/Denali/Olivia) - Mar

Denali and Olivia spend Valentine’s day together while Rosé is on tour. Rosé sends Denali a gift, and it changes Olivia’s perspective.

Valentine’s date brunch had been simultaneously the best and worst idea of Denali’s week. She felt sated and happy, but God, the weight of the world sat on her stomach. Now, as she lay her head on Olivia’s lap on the living room couch, the day’s warmth clouded her mind and called her to sleep. Her girlfriend was threading her fingers through Denali’s loose braids, pulling them apart, but the movements were getting lazier and slower. Denali opened her eyes -when had she closed them?- and found the cute face Olivia made when she was sleepy. Her speech was getting quieter, eyes fluttering closed, her whole body clearly gearing up for a midday nap. And Denali so wanted to join her, but…

“Liv, I can’t fall asleep,” she whispered, mindful not to startle her. She slid her hand on Olivia’s cheek, flushed from the half-asleep state, and made the girl’s eyes focus on her own. “The package will be here any minute, I need to be awake to get it.”

Olivia shook off the drowsiness, curls bouncing with the movement.

“I’m up, I’m up. Not tired at all, see?” she said, blinking the sleep off her eyes.

Denali smiled and curled her hand behind Olivia’s neck, bringing her down for a soft kiss.

“Did they give you a time frame for when it would get here?”

“Only that it’d be after twelve. That’s why I rushed us home after brunch. I’m sorry about that,” Denali apologized sincerely for the hundredth time.

“For the hundredth time, it’s okay,” Olivia smiled, rolling her eyes. She laced the fingers of her free hand with Denali’s, over her stomach. “You miss her.”

Denali turned to the side and buried her face on Olivia’s thighs, half to hide the puppy eyes she was tired of making and half to breathe in the lotion Olivia put on her legs every morning.

“I know,” she whined. “And I know she’s so happy when the company’s touring, and it’s only two more weeks, and she’s been so attentive and calls me every day, even though she’s super busy, but…” she trailed off, looking up at her girlfriend.

“Yeah,” Olivia replied, playing with Denali’s hair. “I know.” She grabbed the end of Denali’s braid and used it to tickle her nose, making Denali pull back laughing.

“Although, this Valentine’s day has been the easiest to schedule in years.”

Olivia grinned, tongue between her teeth.

“I can’t complain about a full day with you. Remember our first Valentine’s day?”

Denali groaned.

“Rosé and Denali, romantic breakfast from eight to nine. Rosé goes to work, Olivia picks up Denali and they go on a mind-blowing date at the skate ring,” she listed.

“You just wanted to show off.”

“I wanted to impress you,” Denali corrects, giggling. “I also had a class to teach right after, very convenient because I had a dinner date with Rosé at seven sharp, then we ran home, she switched one gorgeous dress for a dress just as gorgeous and twice as slutty, before Mik picked her up to go clubbing, for their first Valentine’s day. Then you texted me goodnight, ‘cause you’re a babe and can’t get enough of me,” she said, kissing Olivia’s thigh.

“And we fell asleep talking, I remember.” Olivia’s smile grew dreamy at the memory. “It was an exhausting day.”

Denali rubbed the heel of her hand over her eyes.

“I had nightmares about our color-coded schedules.”

“How would polyamory work without Google Calendar?”

“Hmmh. But I’m happy with today’s schedule.”

“Package, nap, movies and the taco truck at the park. Perfect day.”

The doorbell rang and Denali shot up from the couch to get it. Olivia stood on her knees on the edge of the couch, hearing Denali give her information to the delivery person before shutting the door. She reentered the living room, beaming, doing a happy dance on her socks while she held the box tightly like it was Rosé herself.

Olivia squealed at the sight and jumped off the couch to plant a loud kiss on Denali’s cheek.

“Open it! I’ll give you some privacy. I gotta pee the tub of lemonade we had earlier.”

Olivia left the living room, thoughts on the lovey-dovey look in Denali’s eyes. She decided to take off her makeup and moisturize, to give her more time alone with her gift.

When she came back out, Denali was not where she’d left her.

“Nali?”

“In here!”

Olivia followed the voice to the bedroom and found her sitting criss-cross on the bed, looking over a spread of candy, trinkets, heart shaped baubles and, held close to Denali’s chest, a stack of postcards with handwritten notes on them. Olivia’s heart warmed at the sight, then flipped when she saw Denali’s smile, wavering from the tears held back.

“It’s one postcard from every city they’ve been to,” she explained. “She wrote about something that reminded her of me from each place.” Denali placed each card on the duvet with care. Olivia sat down next to her, but averted her gaze from the notes. Some things were meant to be kept between two people.

She rested her head on Denali’s shoulder and admired the spread, so lovingly picked, so abundant it covered half of the bed.

“This is beautiful, Dee, I’m so happy for you,” she said, smiling against her girlfriend’s shoulder.

Denali jolted from under her and stretched across the land of candy.

“There is more,” she said.

“More?” Olivia asked, puzzled. “Baby, I don’t know if you can fit more in this apartment.” Her eyes trailed over the shelves in Denali’s room, crowded with medals and trophies and toys, and, to Olivia’s delight, her own current knitting project, and the book Rosé had been reading last.

“No need,” said Denali, sitting back and placing a box on Olivia’s lap. “This one’s for you.”

“Oh, baby, you already got me the perfume I wanted. We agreed on just one gift,” Olivia protested half-heartedly. Denali’s smile grew impossibly wider.

“It’s not from me,” she said, tapping the card on the box. “Read it!”

Olivia opened the card and, sure enough, it wasn’t Denali’s handwriting. But it was almost as familiar.

Liv:

You’re walking sunshine. I know your brain is shaped like a candy heart, and, if auras exist, yours is bright pink. This holiday seems tailor made for you, so it’s only fair that you’re celebrated.

Thank you for being a true friend, a great meta, and a total sweetheart.

Happy V-Day!

-Rosé

Olivia stared at the lines, tracing them over and over to make sure she had not misread anything.

Sunshine. Rosé had called her “sunshine”, and “sweetheart”.

The pet names branched off into new lines of thought, but Olivia cut them short. She opened the box, and gasped.

Her favorite chocolates from childhood, impossible to get in their city. Rosé must have found them on tour… And she’d remembered from, God, what was it, six months ago? Olivia had mentioned the chocolates in passing at a gathering, over daiquiris at Rosé’s place. She’d felt so happy to be there, so easily welcomed.

“Oh, oh, wait,” Denali’s voice interrupted the memory. “I know that face. It’s your crush-face.”

“Pfff, I don’t have a crush-face!” Olivia dismissed. Denali just turned to look at her better.

“Yes, you do! And you’re blushing!” she grinned. “Liv, do you have a crush on my girlfriend?” Denali gasped in faux shock, but it still made Olivia blush harder. “You do!” Denali threw her arms in the air, full on bouncing in her seat, and made some things fall off the bed in her excitement. “Oh, shit.” She slid off the bed to find them. It gave Olivia the moment she needed to gather her thoughts.

Did she have a crush on Rosé?

She definitely liked her. She was smart, and so funny, and had welcomed Olivia with open arms the minute Denali had brought her into their lives. She was a good friend, and a good meta.

But she was also gorgeous, and confident, and clearly attentive and caring. Olivia just hadn’t expected to be on the receiving side of that. Only on the sidelines, watching Denali bask in the attention.

But… but sometimes, Rosé would wink at her, or give her a smile just so, and it made Olivia wonder.

Denali peeked up from her spot on the floor and placed back the few sweets that had fallen. She then hooked her chin on the duvet and carefully eyed Olivia. She was giving her time. As much as she teased, as blunt as she was, Denali always knew how to wait. Olivia loved her more every day, she was certain. She felt it sometimes, in the way her rib cage expanded with each breath, as if to make room for the feeling. At the moment, she let one breath fill her lungs, and let it fall from her mouth with her doubts.

“How would- I mean, what would we do?” Olivia asked, hoping her girlfriend could fill in the blanks in the question. From the way Denali shrugged her shoulders, lifting a weight from Olivia’s, she could.

“You would do what you feel comfortable doing, just like we did. And Rosie and I before that, and Rosie and Mik later. This wouldn’t be any different just ‘cause you’re both dating me.”

There was pride in Denali’s smile at that statement. There was also simplicity, like she was so sure of those facts, like it was all that simple. And Olivia believed her.

“We’re getting ahead of ourselves, though, I think?” she still said, shrinking into the mattress a little. “A gift is not a declaration.” She clutched the box a bit tighter.

“A Valentine’s gift,” Denali reminded her. Then, she blew a raspberry. “I’d love to play matchmaker, baby, but I’ve been told by many, many people that I’m not allowed to meddle because I’m a force of chaos. So…” she trailed off, eyes wandering around the room, clearly waiting for questions. And Olivia just had to give into her.

“So…? What are you not telling me?”

“That Rosé is not huge on Valentine’s Day. She doesn’t get gifts for her friends. Ever. And she firmly believes it’s a day reserved for a special, specific kind of bond,” Denali explained, looking pointedly between Olivia and the box in her hands. When Olivia was about to protest, she continued: “And, and! Even without the gift, I’ve seen how she looks at you. And I’ve heard how she talks about you.

Denali pressed her smile against her arms, perched on the bed. She looked at Olivia with that “teenager at a sleepover” gleam in her eyes, which she got whenever the topic of crushes came up. “There is something there. And I’m not just saying that because I think it’d be insanely hot to watch my two smoking girlfriends make out.”

Olivia laughed, tension seeping off her body in waves. She tapped Denali’s nose like she was a rebellious puppy.

“If we let you watch, you creep.”

Denali’s eyes grew wide.

“So you’re thinking about it?” she asked. Olivia nodded, decidedly.

“I’m thinking about it.”

Denali let out a squeal and climbed up onto the bed, to wrap herself around Olivia in a hug.

“Fun!”

She cupped Olivia’s cheeks and kissed her slow and sweet.

“Now, I still have the rest of Valentine’s Day to spend with my beautiful girlfriend, watching dumb movies and eating our way through this pile of candy. Let’s get to it!”

[alittlebitgoofy]

how would we feel about a kinda short highschool au for s13... eventually when i’m past the druk pit bc i cannot get out of that atm

[glitterquadricorn]

Happier - Edward Cullen (Day 1)

Summary: She comes to Forks to be a witness, and sees that Edward is happier and so is she. Pairing: Edward Cullen x Reader Word Count: 1,400 Warning(s): angst, bella bashing(?), etc. If I'm missing something, let me know.

Song Inspiration: Happier by Olivia Rodrigo

"I hope you're happy I wish you all the best really."

A/N: This is part two of Traitor. Read part one here. ---

Dear Y/n,

I can’t say that I blame you for leaving because I know I would've done the same if it were Emmett. I think all of us knew you were getting ready to leave, except Edward, of course. He was too busy with the human to see what was going on with you. Speaking of him, two weeks after you left, he started dating that human. It’s honestly pathetic how much he talks about her. It’s Bella this, Bella that. Bella, Bella, Bella.

She would not sit there and say she wasn’t hurt by the fact that he moved on so quickly. If she knew him well enough, and she did, then there’s no possibility that he could’ve fallen in love with her in two weeks.

But fair warning, Edward couldn’t stand the smell of her without wanting to kill her, so he left and is heading to Denali. So, I suggest you leave before he gets there. Oh! Don’t forget to call once in a while.

Love,

Rosalie.

‘Of course, he is,’ she mumbled under her breath.

“What's wrong?” y/n looked up and saw Kate standing behind her.

“Edward. That’s what’s wrong,” she said, setting the letter down on the coffee table in front of her. “Now he’s on his way here because he can’t stand the smell of the human, he is seeing without wanting to kill her.”

“Edward is dating a human? Does he know what risks come with that?” Carmen entered the living room where they were, joining the conversation.

“Yeah, of course he does. He’s not stupid. An idiot, maybe, but not stupid.” She sighed, “Listen, I can’t stay here if he’s coming. I got to go while I still can.”

Tanya put her hands on y/n’s shoulders. “You’re always welcomed here.”

“Thanks.”

“Where will you go?” Irina asked.

“I got friends whom I haven’t seen in decades. I think it's about time for a visit.”

The first person who came to mind about who she wanted to visit was Siobhan. She met the red-haired woman in 1919 when she, Carlisle and Edward were traveling about, going from one place to another. It also would be nice to see Maggie again. She considered the young girl a sister. So off to Ireland it was. When traveling, she forgot how hard it was to be inconspicuous. She was sure she drew some attention to her pale skin and quiet nature. But she didn’t have time to deal with them as her flight was boarding.

Seventeen long hours later, she arrived in Ireland. If there was something about Ireland y/n loved was the wide-open spaces with nothing but the green grass and tall cliffs with castle like structures at the top.

“Hello?” a smooth, rich Irish accent answered.

“How much do you love me, Siobhan?” she asked.

“What did you do?”

“Why must you assume I did something?”

“Knowing you? You did something that warrants a phone call. So, what did you do?”

“I left Edward and Forks, and I may or may not be in Ireland currently.”

“Which means you are. Stay where you are, I’m going to get you.”

Y/n didn't have time to say bye before Siobhan hung up. A short time later, a car rolled up to the curb of the airport. Siobhan sped off as she got in the car.

Siobhan turned towards her friend, “So why did you leave Edward?”

“There was a new girl, a human of all people, and he was just infatuated with her. She was all he ever talked about, completely ignoring me. Made me feel like I wasn’t important. Did our vows mean nothing to him?”

“It’ll be okay.” Siobhan reassured her, ignoring the fact that y/n said Edward was with a human.

“I sure hope so.”

Y/n stayed with the Irish coven for a year and a half before moving on to doing charity work in New York. And from what she’s learned in the many phone calls to Rosalie, they were in New York as well after Bella’s eighteenth birthday party because Edward up and decided they needed to leave. So, any free time she had, she’d spend it with Rosalie and Alice. However, she only spent a small amount of time in New York before leaving again and going to Canada. Little did she know that her time in Canada would change her life.

While hiking during a beautiful Canadian sunset, she heard a twig snap behind her. Y/n wasn’t scared for her life. She was very much capable of defending herself. Her head snapped up in the noise's direction and saw no one. ‘Maybe it's just me imagining things,’ she thought to herself. Just then, a figure zoomed past her to stand in front of her.

“Who are you?” the figure said. He stood tall, unusually pale skin (a telltale sign to her he was a vampire), brown hair and pitch-black eyes.

“Who are you?"

"I asked you first."

"I asked you second."

The two exchanged silent looks. "Why do you look familiar?"

"Do you know Carlisle Cullen?" She asked. The man across from her recognized the name and grinned.

"I do. Are you one of his?"

"You can say that. Y/n."

"Randall."

The pair became inseparable as the months turned into years. They traveled all over the world, taking in everything it offered. Coming across Randall was one of the best things to happen to her. He made her feel special. Like she was important. He was her mate, her true mate.

One cold, winter night in Alaska, she and Randall were on a rooftop of a building, talking about their hunt earlier in the day when from behind them they heard someone clear their throat.

“Rose? Emmett? What are you doing here?”

Rosalie let go of Emmett’s hand, taking a couple of steps forward. “We need your help. The family needs your help.”

Rosalie explained everything that happened with Edward and Bella, and now her niece, Renesmee, and how she was a vampire hybrid. Her eyes widened in shock. She didn’t think it was possible. Regardless of what happened with Edward, she knew she had to help. It was her family, and family was always there for each other, no matter what.

It didn’t take them long to get to Forks. It's been years since she’s been to the house, and it's nice to see that it hasn’t changed.

“Y/n?” She turned to see Esme. “Y/n! It’s nice to see you!”

“It’s nice to see you too, Esme. I wish it was under different circumstances.”

“Yeah. Who's your friend?”

“That’s Randall. My mate.”

While the two of them talked, she walked into the house. “Y/n? I’m surprised you’re here.”

“Listen Edward. I’m not here for you, and I'm certainly ain't here for Bella. I’m here because Renesmee is an innocent child who doesn’t deserve any of this.”

“I’m glad you came. We need all the witnesses we can get.” Edward said. “Would you like to meet Reneesme?”

Y/n nodded her head yes, and a little girl, who was a perfect mixture of Edward and Bella, stood in front of her. She could hear a heart beating and the blood pumping through Reneesme’s body.

She bent down to Reneesme’s level. “I’m Y/n. Aren’t you a cute little thing.”

Renesmee stretched her hand out and caressed her face without saying a word. The thoughts and memories from Renesmee from when she conceived to her traumatic birth to now flashed through y/n's mind. Amazed, she gazed up at Edward.

“When’s they coming?” she asked.

“Alice said when the snow sticks to the ground.” Bella replied.

“Listen, I want to apologize.”

“Y/n, you don’t-”

“No, Bella. I want to. I should’ve known that as soon as Alice started seeing you in her visions, that Edward was going to leave me for you. I was just- I was incensed. How could he throw away sixty-six years together for a human that posed a great threat to us, our kind? Yeah, it hurt for a while, but with time, I got over him and I found my true mate. You didn’t deserve any of the hateful comments I said about you. I hope you're happy. I wish you all the best, really."

“That means a lot, Y/n."

---

Finally posted day one.

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[irregardlessly-tish]

Here are my first impressions of Meet the Queens for anyone who cares even tho I think only like two or three of my followers are interested in drag race:

Symone: interesting but but too much

Olivia Lux: she seems nice and cute

Utica Queen: I really like her look, I really wanna see more of her outfits and desings

Elliott with 2Ts: meh

Tina Burner: try hard

Tamisha Iman: I didn't like her look but she mentioned she does everything she makes so I'm interested, I really like queens who can sew and design

Denali: I don't like her voice, idk why. Her look? I don't really like it but I can see how it's interesting

Rosé: I absolutely hate her wig, her dress, her accessories.... her make up was nice but god I fucking hated everything else. Personality wise, I didn't hate her but didn't love her either

LaLa Ri: don't like her look and she's nervous about sewing so that makes me roll my eyes a bit

Kandy Muse: reminds me a bit of Eureka? I liked her look but her personality not so much. "I've never seen a queen like me" hmmm,,,,, x doubt

Joey Jay: I have no problem with her being wigless, it could be interesting to watch, I like her aesthetic

GottMik: I feel conflicted about her look

Kahmora Hall: not interested, that's all. Kinda strikes me as the one who goes home first,

[wweassets]

I’m guessing RuPaul based who went home on stats because lipsync alone, Olivia should’ve gone home

Sucks for Denali, she got a raw deal just because she didn’t come with a big storyline

yup definitely. as much as i love denali it was her time to go (although she hate up olivia it wasnt the biggest eat up to excuse olivia going) and i dont see anyone else being worthy of going so dsfhsdh sad but ah x

[feelvngsarchive-blog]

this is a reference list of character info just while the directory is under construction && so i can have it to reference just incase something like this ever happens again (i’m praying that it doesn’t because fuck me this is a lot lol.)

a

angel mok - 22. grifter. 5′9. seoul. reaper. male. (fc: kim yukwon - ukwon) antony no - 28. hs art teacher. 6′0″. california. male. (fc: lee dongwook) astrid gyeon - 18. idol. 5′6″. barcelona. midnight peach. dezmond. female. (fc: moon gayoung) atlas johnson - 24. student. 6′0″. new york. male. (fc: shin hyunsoo) august monday - 28. producer & manager. 5′11″. seoul. dezmond. male. (fc: kim minjun - jun k)

b

basil reyes - 21. actor && rapper. 5′9″. california. dezmond. male. (kim jiwon - bobby) beckett seo - 24. hs teacher. 5′10″. arcadia. male. (fc: kang daesung) beluga kahn - 19. lyricist & solo artist. 5′8″. seoul. dezmond. male. (fc: kim byungjoo - bjoo) benjamin monroe - 32. car mechanic. 6′1″. reaper. keene. male. (fc: charlie hunnam) blume ahn - 27. model & choreographer. 5′7″. california. graylynn. female. (fc: lee gukjoo) boaz woodward - 18. retail. 5′8″. arcadia. male. (fc: booboo stewart) brees seomun - 23. idol. 5′9″. seoul. male. (fc: kim sangbae - moos) bryn feng - 22. director producer. 5′6″. hong kong. dezmond. production. (fc: amber liu) bunnie kahn - 21. hair stylist. 5′6″ seoul. production. female. (fc: lee hyeri)

c

calliope nae - 19. idol. 5′6″. hong kong. midnight peach. dezmond. (fc: chae soobin) carson moreno - 23. athlete. 5′5″. salem. dezmond. lunatic mafia. female. (fc: lindsey morgan) carter janggok - 22. grad student. 5′11″. vortex. quebec. male. (fc: kim himchan) carver yong - 24. bouncer. 5′11. keene. male. (fc: son hyunwoo - shownu) caspar manchester - 19. student. 6′1″. quebec. vortex. male. (fc: kim mingyu) caspian tokko - 24. idol. 6′0″. tokyo. midnight galaxy. graylynn. male. (fc: bang yongguk) charlie weasley - 24. zoologist (dragons lol). 5′10″. romania. male. (fc: richard madden) cierra reyes - 18. drummer. 5′3″. california. female. (fc: melanie martinez) cinder moore - 19. student. 5′6″. vortex. canada. chuchoter. female. (fc: kiana lede brown) cloud janggok - 23. photographer. 6′11″. georgia. male. (fc: park chanyeol) colby hu - 22. youtuber. 5′9″. seoul. dcvine. male. (fc: jackson wang) comet gyeon - 19. waiter. 5′10″. barcelona. male. (fc: kim juhyeon - buffy) cosima minh - 19. personal assistant. 5′4″. california. dezmond. female. (fc: jennie kim) crane myo - 25. baker. 5′9″. salem. male. (fc: lee hongki) “Crash” nash - 21. mechanic. 5′10. reaper. keene. male. (fc: landon liboiron) cynthia brandon - 19 (106). pickpocket. 5′1″. salem. female. (fc: emily browning)

d

delaney kron - 22. student. 5′8″. salem. female. (fc: adele exarchopoulos) delilah minh - 23. wedding planner. 5′4″. barcelona. female. (fc: park sunyoung - luna) diesel connelly - 24. landscaping. 5′7″. keene. reaper. male. (fc: lee kikwang) domino dongbang - 19. barista. 5′8″. salem. male. (cc: chittaphon leechaiyapornkul - ten) draven beom - 22. student. 5′10″. new york. lunatic. reaper. male. (fc: nam taehyun)

e

elie dongbang - 23. librarian. 5′7″. new york. lunatic mafia. male. (fc: henry lau) elise dongbang - 23. housekeeping. 5′7″. new york. female. (fc: pyo hyemi) emma sabina - 20. hostess. 5′7″. new york. female. (fc: kelsey chow) enzo beom - 23. special effects tech. 6′0″. new york. male. (fc: woo jiho - zico) eric yorkie - 20. student. 5′8″. new york. male. (fc: kim jumyeon - suho)

f

fleur denali - 19. model. 5′2″. quebec. chuchoter. female. (fc: carlson young) “frankie” namgung - 17. youtuber. 53″. charleston. dcvine. female. (fc: choi yewon - arin) “fox” weasley - 18. athlete / it girl (the roxxies). 5′7″. britain. female. (fc: kiersey clemons) frost gye - 18. student. 5′10″. charleston. male. (fc: yoon jeonghan)

g

ghost park - 23. bookstore manager. 5′11″. new york. male. (fc: yook sungjae) gossip myo - 27. grifter. 5′9″. salem. male. (fc: kwon jiyong - gdragon) grant mcneil - 20. athlete. 6′0″. britain. male. (fc: lim sejun) griff moore - 24. security/bodyguard. 6′1″. salem. graylynn. male. (fc: don benjamin) gun baek - 20. childcare worker. 5′10″. keene. male. (fc: kim taehyung - v)

h

hikaru hattori - 19. student. 5′9″. tokyo. host club. male. (fc: yuta namamoto) hippo park - 19. student. 6′0″. new york. male. (fc: seo kangjoon) hudson manchester - 33. police. 6′2″. new york. male. (fc: shin sungrok) hyeja mae - 16. idol. 5′3″. barcelona. midnight peach. dezmond. female. (fc: kim yoojung) hyeonsoo chu - 26. model & actor. 6′2″. california. dezmond. male. (fc: kim woobin)

i

indigo gyeon - 18. student. 5′10″. quebec. vortex. male. (fc: kim minhyuk)

j

jack pahlavi - 22. journalist. 6′0″. australia. male. (fc: samuel larsen) jaesung lee - 26. photographer. 6′0″. arcadia. 52 chances. male. (fc: choi seunghyun - TOP) james namgung - 21. trainee. 5′10″. salem. graylynn. male. ( fc: park jinyoung) jett pyeong - 19. student. 5′10″. quebec. vortex. male. (fc: choi seungcheol - s. coups) joel flint - 24. choreographer (coach). 5′11″. quebec. vortex. male. (fc: choi minho) jolene augustine - 20. student. 5′2″. quebec. vortex. female. (fc: jessica parker kennedy) jungsu ji - 21. idol. 5′10″. california. midnight galacy. graylynn. male. (fc: kim seokjin - jin)

k

kieran nae - 24. prep cool. 5′11″. hong kong. male. (fc: lee jaehwan - ken) kiki kobayashi - 18. delivery girl (bakery). 5′6″. salem. female. (fc: nana komatsu) king mae - 25. photographer. 5′10″. arcadia. 52 chances. male. (fc: jo wonjun - onejunn) kokoro ishikawa - 22. idol. 5′4″. tokyo. midnight peach. dezmond. female. (fc: hayley kiyoko) kyoya arakawa - 21. student. 5′8″. tokyo. host club. male. (fc: adachi yuto)

l

lark yong - 25. bank teller. 6′0″. georgia. lunatic mafia. male. (fc: kang haneul) laura hale - 27. night club waitress. 5′5″. california. female. (fc: emeraude toubia.) leilani monday - 18. student. 5′2″. california. dezmond. female. (fc: kim dahyun) lilac janggok - 19. student. 5′6″. california. female. (fc: yoo jeongyeon) lucy abascia - 21. actress & reality star. 5′4″. new york. production. female. (fc: kim jisoo) lyle namgung - 19. idol. 5′10″. charleston. midnight galaxy. graylynn. male. (fc: lee minhyuk)

m

mauro garcia - 24.  fùtbol player. 6′1″. barcelona. male. (fc: santiago segura) mercy ji - 22. waitress. 5′5″. keene. reaper. female. (fc: kim yerim - lim kim) minho lee (jr.) - 28. detective. 5′10″. new york. male. (fc: lee joongki) minjae tak - 20. student. 5′10″. california. male. (fc: kim hanbin - B.I) minnie kahn - 22. nail technician. 5′6″. seoul. female. production. (fc: na haeryung) mitchie reyes - 19. actress & model. 5′1″. seoul. graylynn. female. (fc: cierra ramirez) “mori” kobayashi - 22. student. 6′0″. tokyo. host club. male. (fc: fukushi sota)

n

nari lee - 24. research assistant. 5′5″. new york. female. (fc: jin seyeon) “naughty” ahn - 22. ulzzang. 5′4″. quebec. vortex. female. (fc: kim eunmi - grace)

o

olivia jegal - 21. model (cam girl). 5′7″. california. graylynn. female. otto maeng - 20. mechanic. student. 5′10″. california. male. (fc: jung hoseok - jhope)

p

paine sagong - 25. model. 5′11″. seoul. dezmond. male. (fc: kim kibum - key) persephone ahn - 24. guitarist. 5′0″. california. female. (park hye min - pony) pike tak - 34. history teacher. 5′11″. california. male. (fc: kim jisuk) piper seomun - 23. youtuber. 5′4″. seoul. female. (kim yongsun - solar) pluto solar - 18. student. 6′1″. quebec. vortex. male. (fc: kim jisoo) priscilla song - 24. bartender. 5′5″. keene. reaper. female. (fc: kim hyuna)

q

quinn jegal - 18. student. 5′9″. charleston. male. (fc: im changkyun - I.M)

r

raelyn ji - 17. student. 5′3″. keene. female. (fc : son chaeyoung) remi gil - 17. student. 5′1″. quebec. chuchoter. female. (fc: lee hayi - lee hi) rocket woodward - 18. waiter. 5′8″. arcadia. male. (fc: booboo stewart) “ronnie” lim - 24. model (Escort). 5′6″. new york. reaper. female. (fc: kiko mizuhara) roux miller - 19. student. 5′3″. georgia. lunatic mafia. female. (fc: bex taylor klaus) rowen gil - 23. model. 5′5″.quebec. vortex. female. (fc: park bom) roxanne augustine - 18. rapper / it girl (the roxxies). 5′4″. quebec. vortex. female. (fc: karla crome) royal jeon - 24. journalist. 5′8″. arcadia. 52 chances. male. (fc: park sungjoon - sunjun)

s

sadie mae ji - 25. porn actress. 5′7″. california. female. (fc: yang dasom - som) sage pyeong - 19. indie music artist. 5′5″. california. male. (Fc: kim jinhwan) samuel leekpai - 19. youtuber. 5′9″. quebec. vortex. dcvine. (fc: kunpimook bhuwakul - bambam) sarang park - 17. student. 5′5″. new york. female. (fc: hur/heo youngji) sawyer miller - 25. composer. 5′11″. georgia. graylynn. male. (fc: cha hakyeon - N) shea abascia - 19. student. 5′6″. quebec. vortex. female. (fc: ham saebyeol) skip jegal - 27. tattoo artist. 5′7″. california. male. (fc: park jaebeom - jay park) soloman lim - 26. model (ulzzang). 5′7″. seoul. dezmond. male. (fc: lee jinki - onew) spade bing - 22. model. 5′9″. arcadia. 52 chances. male. (fc: lee suwoong) steele connelly - 23. mechanic. 6′0″. keene. reaper. male. (fc: huang zitao - tao) sungjoon lee - 28. manager (gunman). 6′0″. arcadia. reaper. male. (fc: choi seungyun - TOP) sweeney ji - 17. student & singer. 5′3″. georgia. male. (fc: lee chanhyuk) sydney clery - 25. bartender & store clerk. 5′4″. new york. female. (fc: emmy rossum)

t

tad sah - 18. idol. 5′9″. australia. midnight galaxy. graylynn. male. (fc: park minhyuk - rocky) tahj song - 21. cashier. 5′10″. charleston. male. (fc: park hyun ho - seogoong - I’M) “teddy” ji - 19. barista. 6′0″. new york. male. (fc: park jaehyung - jae) tesla yong - 22. waitress, 5′6″. keene. female. (fc: kim heejung)

u v

vincent sip - 23. bar owner. 5′11″. keene. reaper. male. (fc: song minho - mino)

w x y

yeni no - 22. bank teller. 5′5″. georgia. female. (fc: park so dam) yeti tokko - 28. tattoo artist. 5′10″. seoul. male. (fc: jung kiseok - simon dominic)

z

ziggy reyes - 24. exotic dancer. 5′2″. australia. female. (fc: zoe kravitz)

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

i was left alone with my thoughts for two seconds and i wrote a 1400 word valentine's day fic for denali x olivia x rosé ♡ it's a valentine's day miracle ya'll

[artificialqueens]

Better Than Revenge, Chapter 4 (Multi) - Joley

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The car ride from headquarters to the apartment complex Rosé had logged into her GPS was quiet, the only noise coming from the directions coming from the car. Sure, she could have probably gotten there herself, but she found getting there quicker was a higher priority. And even though she had spent plenty of time with Olivia, entering this stage of the plan made her stomach twist in a way that took more energy to ignore than she would admit.

“I assume you know how to handle interacting with clients in this sort of situation, right?” Rosé asked, breaking the silence as she and Mik approached Olivia’s apartment.

Mik nodded, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. “Yeah, most of our clientele are survivors. It’s not easy, but it’s something you figure out how to handle along the way.”

She pressed her lips together. “It’s more than that, Mik. The guy didn’t just hurt her, he killed her partner too… that’s the level of danger we’re dealing with here.”

His eyes widened and he swallowed thickly. Many of their marks had committed heinous acts, but all had stopped short of murder. But that’s why someone like Rosé was taking this so seriously, he reminded himself, he knew they weren’t taking on just any small feat. “Oh.”

Rosé knocked on the door, her expression immediately softening when a short, curly-haired woman opened the door, “hi, Liv. I brought backup, just like I promised.”

“I knew you’d come through for me,” Olivia beamed brightly as she let Rosé in, then turned to Mik, “that must be you, then? I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it,” and before he could reply, she threw her arms around him in a tight hug.

Mik felt a warmth spread through him that he had never felt before. His arms wrapped around her and held her close, knowing then and there that he wouldn’t let the group stop their mission until Olivia was safe. “Happy to help,” he said, meeting her eyes as they pulled apart, “you’re in good hands.”

“Come on, Allstate, we’ve got business to attend to!” Rosé called out from the reclining chair, in an attempt to both lighten the mood and keep them focused.

The two of them joined her and sat on the couch. “I’m in the process of collecting all the intel that we’ll need,” Rosé explained. “By the end of the week, we should be able to put the plan into action, but we need to discuss your safety, Olivia.”

“You don’t want me to stay here,” she surmised. It wouldn’t be the first time her home became a dangerous territory. “It’s fine, I’ll put myself up in a hotel.”

“Like hell you are,” Mik scoffed as if he were offended by the mere suggestion. “She’s staying with me, Rosé,” he said firmly, making sure his tone and expression left no room for argument.

Olivia smiled and looked down, tucking her hair behind her ear. “You don’t have to do that, I–”

He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently. “I know, gorge, but we’re here to keep you safe and comfortable, that doesn’t stop once we clock out. And I’ve got plenty of room.”

——

Rosé dropped a heavily-filled manila folder on the table. “This is everything we have on our mark, I’ve already cross-referenced everything with Jackie to make sure it’s completely comprehensive, the only task now is to work out a course of action to take him out. Any questions?” She arched her brow when Jan’s hand went up, but gestured for her to proceed.

“What do you mean by ‘taking him out’?” Although Jan suspected the answer as much as anyone else, she needed the confirmation.

And Rosé had the foresight to anticipate this, exhaling softly before answering. “Here’s the thing, trying to get this man put in jail just won’t cut it. If we want to guarantee he won’t hurt anyone again, we have to eliminate him as a threat permanently.”

“That’s all well and good,” Symone conceded, “but ain’t none of us ever killed somebody before. Closest we got is Denali causing some plant-based bodily harm and Jan’s alleged mafia connections.”

Jan huffed. “I told you, they’re not in the mafia per sé they just–”

“It is not the point!” Nicky cut in. “The point is none of us have killed somebody before. We need to all discuss this,” she looked around, “speaking of all of us, where is Mik?”

“He’s meeting with the survivor, remember?” Gigi answered before Rosé could. “How do we decide who does the deed? I don’t think drawing straws is gonna cut it.”

Rosé strummed her fingers against the table. “That’s the first thing we need to figure out,” she replied to a room of hesitant and anxious expressions. “Take the next day or so to think it over. I don’t need a definitive answer by our next meeting, but it would help. Anyway, I’m gonna head out.”

She was already out of the building when she heard footsteps running up behind her, then turned in surprise to see Denali. “Something wrong, Foxx?” she asked, brows furrowing in concern.

Denali hesitated as she shoved her hands into her sweatshirt pockets. “Are you busy? Can we talk for a bit?”

Rosé’s expression softened when she met her gaze, her doe-eyed expression making her forget any plans she might’ve had. “Come with me,” she told her, leading the shorter woman into her car and driving to a diner a few blocks over. They walked inside and to a corner booth in relative silence. “What’s on your mind?”

“How did you do it?” she asked, looking up at her with a mix of curiosity and nervousness. “How were you able to wrap your head around killing someone for the first time?”

The question shouldn’t have caught the former detective off guard, but it made her chest tighten. “I didn’t have a choice the first time. It was a standoff that ended in a shootout.” She pressed her lips together and swallowed thickly. “I’m not saying you have to take this case, but when you do… just get out of there as fast as you can and call me or Jaida.”

“What about the body?”

Rosé shook her head and rest a hand on her shoulder, then squeezed gently. “Seeing a dead body… one that you created… it’s a lot to handle with such little experience. We’ll take care of it.”

Denali sighed, then looked up to ask the waitress for a cup of coffee and an order of onion rings, then looked back at Rosé. “I told you we didn’t do things that left long-term physical damage, what makes you think we’ll be able to do this?”

“Because you know it’s the right thing to do. That’s why we’re here.”

The brunette propped her elbow on the table and placed her chin on her palm. “You’ve seen some shit, huh? I can tell you’re putting your heart into this.”

“We all cope one way or another, right?” She stole an onion ring off Denali’s plate once the waitress set it down.

The brunette smiled wanly, taking a sip from her mug, only for her brows to furrow and face to contort, leading her to stir in another packet of sugar before taking another sip. “And your coping mechanism is vigilante justice?”

“Isn’t yours?”

There was a beat of silence before they both couldn’t help but laugh. “We’re kinda fucked up, aren’t we?” Denali mused.

“Maybe so,” Rosé conceded and let out a deep breath, fingers strumming against the table, “but finding people like you, that look at life through a similar lens… it makes the hard parts more bearable.”

Denali’s face warmed from more than the heat of the coffee and she hid her expression behind the mug until she managed a neutral expression and to quell the fluttering in her chest. “Guess that’s why misery loves company, huh?” she offered with a dry laugh and a wink. Then, after a moment, added, “I’m glad you found us too.”

——

Jackie frowned as she saw Jan sitting on the edge of the bed and climbed up behind her, sitting on the back of her legs as she massaged Jan’s shoulders. “You poor thing, you’ve been so tense over this.”

Jan sighed, though her body relaxed under Jackie’s touch. “I’m just hoping someone else will take the first one… I’m just not ready, I can’t wrap my mind around killing someone that quickly.”

“I don’t blame you, and I don’t think Rosé will either,” she assured, shifting so the two of them were sitting on the bed together, cross-legged and facing each other. “This is no simple task, and honestly you’re handling this incredibly well,” she reached out and took her hands, squeezing them gently. “I’m very proud of you, Jan,” she assured, then asked, “do you want to talk about it?”

She smiled, looking up to meet Jackie’s eyes. “It means a lot to hear you say that.” She bit down on her lip, her gaze dropping to her lap for a moment before shaking her head. “No… I don’t. I think I just need a distraction for now.”

Jackie nodded understandingly. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure if she was equipped to handle a subject like that, but she would’ve tried for her. “What d’you wanna do? I could put on one of your favorite movies or something,” she suggested.

Jan shook her head again, knowing that wouldn’t be enough to ease the tension in her mind and body. “I need you, Jackie,” her voice was soft, pleading, enough for the other woman to fill in the blanks.

“Then you have me,” she replied, getting the message loud and clear. She gently pressed Jan into the bed, kissing along her jaw and neck, only pausing to take off her top. Her lips trailed down along her collarbone, then between her breasts as she took off her bra.

“Please don’t be gentle with me,” she quietly requested, “I can’t handle gentle right now, I need you to fuck me senseless.”

And Jackie would’ve readily done anything for her at that moment, so she got up and got both of them fully undressed before getting her strap-on out of the drawer, fixing the harness to fit comfortably. “Get on your hands and knees,” she ordered.

Jan felt her body relax in relief when Jackie didn’t question her and readily obliged, getting up on her hands and knees and waiting in eager anticipation.

“Good girl,” she praised as she got behind her, gripping her ass firmly before spanking it hard, repeating the action a few more times, then running her hand over the red-hot skin. “Color?”

“Green.” She knew Jackie was just trying to look out for her, but she was desperate for the pleasure that came with rough sex. “Please, Jackie, I just–”

Jackie grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking it back. “I didn’t tell you to keep talking. Now, you’re gonna take Mommy’s cock like a good little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mommy,” she answered, the frustration that’s been in her voice now replaced by eager arousal. Then she felt Jackie ease the length of her strap into her, moaning out at the sensation. She moaned out languidly as each thrust made her body rock, her hands gripping at the comforter beneath her.

The older woman kept a firm grip on her hip with one hand while the other stayed fisted in her long, brown hair. “Good girl,” she praised as she thrust harder and faster.

Jan lost herself in the all-encompassing pleasure, moaning and writhing, yielding her body to Jackie’s control. She couldn’t even get out a warning when she felt her orgasm approach, only letting out a guttural moan as her body tensed up, then immediately relaxed, leaving her panting and barely holding herself upright.

And just like that, the switch in Jackie flipped. She eased out of her and wiggled out of the harness, tucking Jan under the covers before leaving to the kitchen and returning with a bottle of water. “Sit up, baby,” she gently instructed.

Jan nodded, sitting up and drinking nearly half the bottle in one go. “Thank you,” she exhaled as she laid back down, “for all of that.”

Jackie smiled, joining her under the covers and taking the smaller woman into her arms. “Anytime,” she whispered as she pressed a kiss to her temple.

——

“So that should be it. You can keep the couch like this,” Mik said, gesturing to how it pulled out to a bed, “or fold it up during the day, whichever’s comfier I guess.”

Olivia smiled and sat cross-legged on the bed. “You don’t have to do all this for me, but I appreciate it.”

He shrugged. “Hey, I know this might be rough for you, y’know, having to relive all the shit that guy put you through. Least I can do is make sure you’re comfortable, right?”

“I guess. Either way, the effort isn’t lost on me.”

Mik couldn’t hide the grin on his face, glancing down and haphazardly running a hand through his hair. There was a beat of awkward silence before he cleared his throat. “Listen, I gotta go to a meeting, but text me if you need anything, okay?”

While he was the last to arrive at headquarters, he wasn’t more than a few minutes late and dropped himself down onto his usual spot on the couch. He and the rest of the group looked up at Rosé, who was waiting to address them.

“So,” she started, “I know we left off with some loose ends last time we spoke. I guess there’s no way to beat around the bush here – are any of you ready to consider being the one to snuff this guy out?”

Mik’s hand shot up in the air. “I’ll do it,” he answered quicker than anyone expected, stunning the rest of the room into silence.

Rosé quirked her brow. “I… guess we’ll double down on your training to get you ready. You’re positive you’re on board? This isn’t the sort of thing you can get cold feet about.”

“I’m sure,” he nodded. A tinge of nerves hinted in his voice, but his expression never faltered. “The guy is a monster and knowing he’s out there makes me sick.”

Realizing that Mik had no intention of backing down, Rosé accepted his decision. “Alright, we’ll be in touch,” she said, then exchanged goodbyes with the rest of the group before leaving.

“How long did it take before you fucked that girl?” Gigi asked Mik moments later. “I knew she seemed like your type as soon as we got to meet her.”

Mik scowled and rolled his eyes. “I didn’t fuck her. I haven’t done anything with her,” he shook his head. “Olivia is just… she’s this sweet angel baby that I have this, like, innate urge to protect. Like a puppy or something.”

“Whatever you gotta tell yourself, babe,” Symone chimed in. “Just don’t lose focus. Wait til the man’s six feet under, then you can rail her six ways to Sunday for all I care.”

“Oh fuck off,” he tossed one of the couch pillows at her. “She’s a good person, the least we can do is give her the closure she deserves. And if that gives me a body count, so be it.”

[artificialqueens]

Let’s Fall in Love for the Night, Chapter 1/2 (Gottrosé/Rosnali/Gottlux) - Sunflower

Chapter summary: Mik missed the physical aspects of having someone on call for things like consoling her after a tinder date gone wrong, or even just a one night stand to make breakfast for in the morning. It was hard, seeing her best friend and previous partner so fulfilled by something Mik had yet to experience. Sitting in a cozy apartment covered in coupley photographs and little houseplants, partially? It made Mik sick to her stomach.

A/N: Hi divas :)!! Here’s part one of two from a season 13 New York set multi-ship that takes place in a soulmate au!! I thought I would play around with some cross-over ships from the drag race franchise!! No trigger warnings but Mik is written as a trans-woman in this story and mentions their own (in story) dead name. (I’ve never written a trans main character before and never want to write anything insensitive/inaccurate so feedback is appreciated!!)

“It’s weird,” Mik pondered, looking after the assorted photographs framed on the walls of Rosé’s semi-shared apartment. Donut, Denali’s dog, holding a slobbery bone in the dog park with Rosé knelt beside her in cherry red athletic wear, then-ginger hair slicked back into a ponytail and face glowing under the afternoon sun. Denali and Rosé, side by side at her sister Jan’s wedding from only a few month’s prior, dressed in complementary shades of lavender and magenta with smiles stretching from ear to ear, the moment encapsulated behind glass in a slender gold frame. “Seeing you with someone else.”

Little touches of Denali were scattered throughout the apartment like lipstick stains, loose scrunchies instead of Rosé’s normal hair ties in a little catch-all bowl by the front door, the presence of weird little kitchen gadgets and almond instead of whole milk in the refrigerator door. Denali kept her Chicago apartment and her loft farther up in the city for when she needed down time to herself, and on nights when practicing down at the rink kept her out late at night and up and leaving early in the morning.

From behind the counter, Rosé spoke hesitantly, as she poured herself another glass of bubbly champagne colored liquid. “Good weird or bad weird?”

“Just… weird as in different. I didn’t take you for the settling down type..,” Mik interjected, sinking into a barstool across the counter from her slightly older ex-lover. “But she’s good for you,” the dark haired girl interjected, looking down into the condensating drink sitting in front of her, wishing that staring at a couple ice cubes could suck the awkward energy from the room out through her irises. “Denali, I mean,” she furthered, longing for the alcohol to overtake the dryness in her words as she sipped her drink. 

She wished she was lying, but Rosé meeting Denali was probably the best thing that could have happened to her. Finding her soulmate was something the singer always put on an act like she wasn’t desperate for, but internally, Rosé desired to encounter her other half as much as anyone, desired for that feeling of underlying longing to dissipate. When she ran into the Latina ice dancer during her trip to New York during the holidays, the two colliding outside a coffee shop in early December, something in the pink haired woman softened, letting down her harsh exterior in ways that Mik had never witnessed during their relationship as friends-with-benefits over the last year or so, pre-Rosénali. 

Even after only meeting her once or twice, Mik knew that Denali was genuinely good. She was bubbly and personable, and she shared the same subtle confidence and suave that her girlfriend did, but she pulled vulnerability out of Rose, made her more susceptible to not hide behind the overly confident and performative bold energy that sometimes felt exhausting to maintain.

Mik missed the physical aspects of having someone on call for things like consoling her after a tinder date gone wrong, or even just a one night stand to make breakfast for in the morning. It was hard, seeing her best friend and previous partner so fulfilled by something Mik had yet to experience. Sitting in a cozy apartment covered in coupley photographs and little houseplants, partially? It made Mik sick to her stomach.

“Believe me, I never thought I would be the type either,” she admitted, eyes expressing some sort of look at Mik couldn’t recognize. “I think growing up with Jan and Jackie made it hard to, seeing my sister be with this perfect person, it felt impossible for me to ever have anything close to that. She just… makes me better, and accepts all of me, which I think is all I could ask for from a person.”

Not that Mik could blame Rose for being so cautious around any kind of feelings, Jan and Jackie were the ideal outcome of the soulmate system. High school sweethearts after the Persian girl moved from Canada to New York, spending their years coupled up in immense happiness within their extended engagement and going to college together. One year post-graduation and the pair hosted a sapphic wedding worthy of the pages in a Vogue magazine spread.

A typical silence fell between the two girls, the sound of some miscellaneous Ariana Grande song hummed in the background behind them.

Sitting down beside her, Rose posed a question, gathering her hair into a haphazard ponytail as she spoke. A few strands of once-ginger and since then pinked hair escaped the elastic, Mik from only a few months prior would have held no qualms in leaning over to push back the stray hairs, to embrace a small gesture of intimacy. “Have you ever considered going back to LA? I know that it’s a sore spot but maybe…”

Snickering, Mik shook her head disapprovingly. “I’m not going back,” she retorted, letting a saddened laugh escape her. “Seeing Gigi and Crystal, the thought alone puts a sour taste in my mouth. If I’m really someone’s soulmate, the universe wil put them right here,” she remarked, seeing the look of pity washing over her former lover’s face. 

Los Angeles summoned primarily saddening memories for Mik as of late, remembering New Year’s Eve not so fondly, and that sinking feeling of walking in on Gigi, tangled and entwined amongst the torso of a young Latina woman with a head full of dark spiral curls. The voice of her partner calling out for her as she slammed the apartment door closed behind her, blubbering as hot tears traveled down her face in the backseat of an Uber on her way to crash at Kandy’s house.

“It just feels impossible, Rosie,” the young makeup artist softened, feeling hazel eyes focusing in on her as she. Continued. “What if… What if Kade was someone’s soulmate, not… not Mik,” she mumbled, feeling an unfamiliar sensation of tears blurring her direct vision. Crying was Joey’s gig, not hers, as she wiped away the tears cautiously, trying not to smudge her graphic black liner.

Mik embraced confidence in every area of her life, pre and post transition, and her internalized dysphoria when discussing soulmates was an insecurity that she had never mentioned to anyone before, her fear that her genuine, authentic self wasn’t something anyone was looking for. Her surgical procedures, whilst reaffirming of her identity and comfort in her identity as an out and proud trans woman, created unnecessary doubts in her thoughts regarding the soulmate system, as she herself, whilst surrounded by an amazing support system, had never personally met another transgender person who had experienced these feelings leading up to meeting their destined partner, outside of a handful of Hollywood swoon-stories. Growing up as a girl, born into and stuck in the wrong body, with a lack of trans representation, proved to be much more harmful to her than she could have known it would be in the long run, scared that she would be rejected, and cast out, or that maybe the universe didn’t make her a perfect partner.

“Mik, baby,” Rose shook her head in disapproval, sad for the worries she hadn’t known her friend possessed. “Someone out there is going to fall head over heels for every part of you, not the you that was trapped in the wrong body, this you, who’s the most strong, courageous, crazy talented human I’ve met in 22 years of being on this planet. I promise, your person is going to love you for you, and your soulmate would never judge you for something like that.”

[glitterquadricorn]

Traitor - Edward Cullen (Day 2)

Summary: Edward becomes obsessed with Bella, totally forgetting about y/n. Pairing: Edward Cullen x Reader Word Count: 415 Warning(s): angst, heartbreak(?), etc. if i missed something, let me know.

Song Inspiration: Traitor- Olivia Rodrigo

"Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor"

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Y/n knew Edward was lying to her whenever she asked him about whether or not he was talking to Bella. She wasn’t stupid. She saw how he looked at her. It was the same way he looked at her when they first got married back in 1942. Did she ever think Edward would stoop so low as to cheat on her? No. He wouldn’t do that to her. She still loved him regardless, so she didn’t say anything.

But then Bella nearly got hit by Tyler’s car. Edward said he was right by her the whole time, but he wasn’t because he was standing next to her by Rosalie’s car. Seeing this proved that he really didn’t love her as much as said he did. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and she knew at that moment she had to break up with Edward and leave Forks.

When the family went on a hunting trip, she decided not to go, claiming she wasn’t as thirsty as the others. Once they left and were a good enough distance away, she pulled out some paper and pen.

Dear Edward,

I feel betrayed. Did the last sixty-six years mean anything to you? Do you even feel sorry for what you’ve done? I’m hurt. Hurt because even though you were with me, you still talked to Bella. Do you remember when I brought her up the first time and what did you tell me? You said you were just friends, and that I was paranoid. I had every right to be paranoid because you clearly love her. Anyone with a set of eyes can see that you do.

God, I wish I could see into the future because If I could, I ‘d know you do this, and I wouldn’t have even bothered to marry you. Yeah, I guess you didn’t cheat, but you’re still a traitor. I hope she was worth it.

Love,

y/n.

Ps: By the time you read this, I’ll be long gone, so don’t look for me. I’ll be fine.

She folded the paper up and set the pen down next to the letter. Taking one last look around, she sighed. Out of all the houses they’ve lived in, this one was her favorite. Y/n wasn’t sure where she was going to go. Maybe she’ll visit their cousins in Denali for a bit. She hasn’t seen them in a while. All she knew was that she needed to leave.

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Follower Survey Results

thank you to everyone that participated! this has been a v interesting little research project of mine. ill post the favorite queens/ships charts here and all the other graphs and the full results for queens/ships under the cut if you're curious :)

1. Denali Foxx (29)

2. Jan Sport/Rosé (18)

3. Gottmik (10)

4. Jackie Cox (7)

5. Katya Zamolodchikova (6)

1. Rosnali (36)

2. Jankie (20)

3. Gottrosnali (15)

4. Crygi/Lemyanka (8)

5. Gottrosé (7)

Notes:

these results are based on 62 responses

there is overlap with the favorite seasons, because apparently a few of you have never taken a multiple choice test before

for favorite ships i excluded ones along the lines of '[queen]/anyone' for clarity

i did not specify that the favorite queens had to be rugirls, so i am including all queens in the results (and yall have good taste)

Favorite Queens

Five Votes

Priyanka

Four Votes

Gigi Goode

Bob the Drag Queen

Three Votes

Olivia Lux

Kameron Michaels

Shea Couleé

Lemon

Adore Delano

Jinkx Monsoon

Crystal Methyd

Sasha Velour

Symone

Nicky Doll

Tayce

Asia O'Hara

Violet Chachki

Two Votes

Bianca Del Rio

Bimini Bon Boulash

Monique Heart

Monét X Change

Aquaria

Yvie Oddly

Raja Gemini

Brooke Lynn Hytes

Vanessa Vanjie Mateo

One Vote

Etcetera Etcetera

Ilona Verley

Pearl Liason

Veronica Green

Tia Kofi

Alyssa Edwards

Farrah Moan

Coco Jumbo

Priscilla Chambers

Jaida Essence Hall

Courtney Act

Utica Queen

Lagoona Bloo

Max Malanaphy

A'whora

BenDelaCreme

Jujubee

Alaska Thunderfuck

Asttina Mandela

Art Simone

Darby Lynn Cartwright

Lala Ri

Favorite Ships

Five Votes

Taywhora

Four Votes

Halldoll

Branjie

Trixya

Two Votes

Rosejan

Synali

Biadore

Scyvie

Sashea

Pearlet

Luxica

Gimone

One Vote

Vatya

Sylivia

Ninex

Lemonjuice

Gottlux

Boboxx

Pearl/Miss Fame

Greentia

Diamond Chaney

MoMo

Deladore

Rosé/Denali/Mik/Olivia

Violax

Nackie

Jankiedoll

Bryvie

Gottfoxx

Asttimini

[artificialqueens]

On The Ground (Rosénali) - Moonshot

A/N: So… Guess who is back after a year of not writing fics? Yours truly! What can I say? Rosénali is that powerful of a ship. As always, I hope eveyone enjoys this fic. Feel free to let me know what you think… Who knows, there might be a follow up to this little fluff in the future! Little side note: this is a lesbian au where most of the s13/s12 girls appearing are cis-female, however Mik is still a trans man in the fic.

Summary: The diner girl!Denali x street singer!Rosé AU based on Blackpink’s Rosé’s solo music that nobody asked for!

ao3 link https://archiveofourown.org/works/30267687

Denali stared at the round clock above the entrance of the diner.

4:57 PM. 

Three more minutes until her shift was over.

Three more minutes until the girl who had been a fixed character in her dreams would come from around the corner, set up her guitar, greet the passersby before starting her set for the evening like she did every Wednesday.

“So, gorge, are you going to ask the champagne girl out today, or are you just going to keep on creepily staring at her from afar?”, her coworker, Kade - or as everyone called him, Mik - appeared next to her with an empty tray.

“Her name is Rosé, not champagne girl!”, Denali rebutted, “and also, for the record, I don’t just… stare. I just happen to like appreciating her set without bothering her! It’s not like she was flirting with me that one time”.

“Did I just hear our Nali denying her crush on that pink-haired singer, again?”, Olivia, who was busy running the cash register, chimed in.

“Girl, I think we should start betting against her and maybe we’ll make more money than what they can pay us here!”, Mik joked as he washed some of the dishes in the sink.

The black-haired girl rolled her eyes, ignoring her two best friends and focusing on the performer’s much-anticipated arrival.

Denali didn’t believe in love at first sight but after the first time Rosé and her guitar had shown up on the other side of the road from Tamisha’s Diner, she couldn’t think about anything else. 

There was just something about the other girl that had the Alaskan girl enamored.

The first - and so far only - time she had talked to Rosé was out of necessity as the other girl and who she assumed were her two best friends - the diner girls had dubbed them ‘Pastel Powerpuff girls’ - had decided to dine in just as Denali’s shift at the register had started.

“Hi! Did you enjoy our diner?”, the skater had put on her best smile, not quite able to meet the gaze of the taller girl as she typed out the receipt.

“Oh, sure, the skating gig is cute, the food’s great, and the service… isn’t too bad either,” Denali could see from the corner of her eye the smirk on the pink-haired girl.

“Rosie! Quit flirting with every cute girl that breathes and hurry up or Jan and I are leaving you here, the Uber is going to be here in 2 minutes!”, the blue-haired girl went on with the other girl in the friend group while ‘Rosie’ rolled her eyes at them.

“Sorry about Lagoona, she has the tact of an elephant on rollerskates,” the taller girl joked.

“O-Oh, no problem. So, your total is 20,04$, will you be paying in cash or card? Also, are you splitting the bill?”

“Since dumb and dumber over there already left, I’ll just pay everything with my card,” she replied taking out her purse and taking out her credit card, “here you go, angel”.

Denali tried her best not to blush at the sudden pet name, maintaining her on-the-clock persona as she brought out the card reader. She quickly finished up the operation and handed the pink-haired girl her card back with the receipt, “I just need a quick signature here and you’re free to go to your friends”.

‘Rosie’ scribbled down her signature - she learned her actual name was Rosé, classy yet slightly worrying - and left a tip for her. 

A 10$ tip for her.

“Gorge, she left you a 10$ tip, she was basically asking for your hand in marriage”, Mik reminded her, his eyes darting around the half-empty diner. 

He nodded his head to his left where Denali saw another one of her co-workers sharing a milkshake with her girlfriend, giggling like teenagers, “I’m just saying. If Utica managed to end up dating that self-proclaimed ebony enchantress over there, you got a chance with wine girl”, he ended with his trademark L.A vocal fry.

Denali knew Mik had a point, but as she was about to reply, she heard the familiar sound of a guitar starting a new song. Her eyes glanced back at the clock.

5:14 PM

Damn, she had missed the beginning of the set.

The Alaskan girl didn’t lose any more time as she clocked out, skates still on her feet as she zoomed out of the diner.

“Aaaaand she’s gone!”, Olivia commented, turning her head to Mik, “Do you think this time is the good one?”

“Well, if she doesn’t finally go after her, I might as well go after her myself!”

Denali reached the usual crowd that had already formed around Rosé, trying her best to blend in and not be seen by the singer while still getting a good view of the set.

“Well, aren’t you guys a lovely crowd!”, the pink-haired singer smiled as she got ready for the next song, “I’ve got one last song for today and this is going to be the first time I’ll be performing it, so, don’t hate it too much!”, she chuckled as she checked her guitar before turning her head back to the mic stand, “This is On The Ground, I’m Rosé and I hope you’ve enjoyed the set! Feel free to drop your tips in the guitar case!”

Denali couldn’t take her eyes off Rosé when she heard the guitar’s first chord paired with the honey-like vocals.

My life’s been magic seems fantastic

I used to have a hole

in the wall with a mattress

It’s funny when you want it

Suddenly you have it

You find out that your gold’s just plastic

The black-haired girl quickly pulled out her phone, opened her voice memo app, and hit record. She wanted to treasure the magic Rosé’s voice brought. 

What she failed to notice while she was so into the song was a pair of hazel eyes settling on her as the song reached its climax.

A couple of days later, Denali had just finished with her teaching job at the local ice rink when she spotted Olivia on the railings. 

“The suspicious lack of a certain pink-haired girl makes me think that you still haven’t asked her out” she heard the younger girl say as she skated her way to her.

“You’ll never let it go, won’t you, Liv?”

“Not when I see that you like her and, from what I’ve seen, she is at least interested in you. Mik tried to ask her out yesterday after your shift was over,” the other girl replied.

Denali furrowed her brows, “Wait, he was serious about asking her out? I thought he was just joking!”

“If you don’t act on your cute pink crush, you can’t expect everyone else to stop for you,” Olivia reasoned, “if it’s of any help, Mik did say that, and I quote ‘she didn’t want a piece of this fine ass’”, she finished, air quoting their co-worker.

“To be honest, the dude’s barely got an ass compared to me,” Denali muttered, but her best friend managed to catch it.

“Well, as Symone said, you do have a fat ass,” Olivia commented, causing both of them to laugh out loud.

She continued, “Point still stands though, you gotta do something or you might just end up regretting not doing anything about it”.

The dark-haired girl sighed, “I know, I’m just… scared to get hurt because she seems so cool and unreachable, and I’m just so… me?”, she confessed, resting her arms on the rails.

“Give it a chance, Nali,” Olivia replied, laying her hand on the skater’s arm and giving it a gentle squeeze, “And just in case, if she fucks you over, we’ll just unleash Kandy on her!”, she added, making Denali chuckle.

“Girl, if she knew you said that…”

“She would do absolutely nothing because she’s too busy chasing after that Joey guy”, she didn’t miss a beat with her reply, giving her a knowing look, “Almost forgot to ask, are you coming later to the club with the others?”

Denali shook her head, “No, sorry. I don’t feel like clubbing today, I’ll just skate a bit more and then go home to watch some Netflix”.

Olivia shrugged her shoulders, “You do you, girl. But think about what I said, okay?”

She gave her best friend a small smile, “Thanks, Liv. See you at work?”

The younger girl nodded and left Denali to her thought as she exited the room. The black-haired skater turned her head back to the rink, noticing that only a few people were left on the ice. 

She took a deep breath, putting her earbuds back in and looking through her phone to decide on what song to use for her last routine of the day. Her eyes fell on the voice memo app, immediately reminding herself of the recording she had taken just a few days prior. She hadn’t even listened to it since she had recorded it.

It wasn’t a clean recording, she could hear the sounds of the city and the people around her, but she closed her eyes and focused on Rosé’s voice, letting it guide her. 

The music fully took her over as she performed her usual stunts.

I’m way up in the clouds

And they say I’ve made it now

But I figured it out

Everything I need is on the ground

She found herself in the center of the rink, the bridge of the song was blasting in her ears. She smiled to herself as she started to spin, gradually picking up speed while Rosé’s high notes were all she could focus on.

Just drove by your house

So far from you now

But I figured it out

Everything I need is on the

Everything I need is on the ground

The recording stopped abruptly, she remembered how she had to bolt away, almost missing her bus home. 

Denali could hear her heavy breathing, suddenly aware again that she wasn’t alone. But she had made up her mind.

She was going to talk to Rosé the following Wednesday. 

That Wednesday the diner was busier than usual, giving Denali barely a moment to think, let alone realize she was missing Rosé’s set outside.

She glanced at the clock.

5:26 PM

Shit.

She turned her head and looked outside the diner’s big windows and saw that the pink-haired girl was starting to gather her things.

“Miss Iman just left, go to her! We’ll cover for you and we are not letting you get back in unless you got a date!”, Olivia said quietly enough for just her to hear.

Denali couldn’t help the grin spreading across her face. She grabbed some of the tips that she had made before she bolted outside, faintly hearing the cheering of her friends.

As she reached Rosé on the other side of the road, the singer’s back was facing her, she didn’t seem to have noticed Denali yet.

The black-haired girl took a deep breath, just like she had done on the ice rink, and let the tips fall into the still open guitar case.

The noise of falling change was what made Rosé turn around, a surprised look on her face as she registered Denali’s face.

“Denali?”

Gosh, she could hear the other girl say her name all day.

Wait.

“How do you know my name?”, Denali asked slightly confused.

Rosé didn’t reply but simply pointed at the waitress’s chest.

Oh, right. The nameplate on her uniform.

“That and also I tend to remember a pretty face when I see one,” she added, now her attention fully on the shorter girl.

“Oh, yeah, right”, she fidgeted awkwardly, not knowing where to look, “Uhm, I just wanted to say that you have a really beautiful voice. You can consider me your first fan when you make it big”.

Rosé smiled at her and Denali couldn’t help but notice how beautiful of a smile she had. 

The singer turned back to her stuff, shuffling things around and leaving the brunette to her thoughts. She wanted to ask the taller girl out but felt all her courage leave her body.

Way to go, Nali.

“Well, Uhm, I think I should-”, she started but she was stopped by the pink-haired girl, who had finished packing everything up.

“Here, this is for you”.

It was a jewel case cd, a picture of Rosé in a very 80s inspired attire on the cover with pink marker writing across the front.

‘To Denali

My first (and hopefully not last) fan

     Rosé xo’    

  It was signed with a small rose doodle next to Rosé’s name and, much to Denali’s surprise, a phone number along with the phrase ‘put it to good use’.

She looked up to find the other girl staring at her, her guitar case strapped on her back. She gave her a wink and started walking towards the subway.

Denali stood there for what felt like forever as she watched Rosé disappear in between the crowd of people roaming the streets. 

She looked back down at the cd, committing the number to memory. She turned around to look at the back, her eyes were drawn to the tracklist. 

She smiled when she saw On The Ground. 

Finally, she didn’t have to listen to a shitty phone recording to enjoy it. 

“Wait, what? You had recorded it all secretly and shady, mama?”

Rosé’s laugh filled the room as Denali tried to hide her face on the other girl’s bare chest.

“You’re an ass! I just wanted to use it for one of my skating routines”, she muttered, causing her girlfriend to laugh even harder.

“I find it cute that I’m not even famous and my music has already been pirated!” she commented, “I’m already halfway there to stardom, baby girl,” she added, kissing the top of Denali’s head.

The shorter girl groaned as she hid the increasing blush on her cheeks, rolling her body so that she was on top of the pink-haired girl.

“Well, miss Rosé, is it pirating if it was for personal pleasure only?”, Denali teased, running her hands upwards on the naked skin, slowly lowering herself until her face was inches away from her girlfriend’s.

She felt Rosé’s hands take a firm hold of her behind, “Oh angel, I’ll show you personal pleasure,” the singer replied, eliminating the little space left between their lips as Denali brought her hands to cup the older girl’s face.

Rethinking about those lyrics Rosé had written months prior, Denali knew she was right, she did have everything she needed on the ground.

It was to be right there with Rosé.

[artificialqueens]

You Light a Fire in My Heart (Rosénali) - Moonshot

A/N: I wasn’t expecting to write a follow-up to the first diner au this fast but I’ve genuinely fallen in love with the little au verse I’ve created. For context, this is set about a year after the events of ‘On The Ground’, and it spans across three months (March, April, and May). Flashbacks are in italics, and I hope you enjoy it x

Summary: The time(s) Rosé tried to be the best girlfriend to her Nali

Also on Ao3

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If you had told Rosé a year ago that she would be dating one of the most amazing girls she’d ever met in her life, she would have believed you. Who wouldn’t want to date a fine bonnie lass like her?

What she wouldn’t have believed would have been that she was admittedly a tiny bit jealous of her girlfriend’s crush for a K-pop singer that shared her name.

Rosé was working on her laptop, busy mixing a track she had recorded with Jan and Lagoona when Denali had walked into the living room.

“OH MY GOD! I just finished watching Blackpink’s interview with James Corden and Rosé’s got the CUTEST accent! Her Aussie accent is so sexy too…” she remembered her girlfriend saying as she walked into her living room, her eyes glued to the phone in her hand.

“Hey!”, the pink-haired girl puffed out, “my Scottish accent is sexy too!”

Denali looked up, her left brow raised, “Says who?”, she asked teasingly.

“…My grandma”, Rosé replied unconvincingly, causing her girlfriend to laugh out loud.

“My Rosie is so cute when she’s jealous!”, she sing-sang, stamping a sloppy kiss on the older girl’s cheek.

“I’m not!”, she huffed as the black-haired girl sat next to her on the couch.

“You know she’s not my favorite in the group. Wanna know why?” Denali asked, draping her arms around Rosé’s neck.

“Why?”.

“Because you’ll always be my favorite Rosie”, she whispered in her girlfriend’s ear.

Rosé was sure her cheeks were matching colors with the shade of pink of her hair.

“Cheesy bitch”, she muttered as Denali hid her face in the crook of her neck.

“Yours truly”.

She remembered letting her girlfriend rest on her chest, the sweet strawberry scent of Denali’s shampoo filling her nose as she tried to focus on the track she was working on. 

However, another thought was buzzing in her head. 

The brunette’s birthday - the first one since they had started dating - was coming up soon and Rosé had absolutely no idea what to get her. 

Dedicating her a song, while definitely in her range, was too obvious of a gift. She really wanted to surprise her, to give her something she would remember for years to come.

With less than a month to the date, Rosé decided to go to the very familiar diner to pick up something quick to eat before going to grab the equipment she needed for her weekly set across the street. 

As she walked up to the register to pay up after having grabbed some pastries, she couldn’t help but notice the absence of a familiar face. She was sure Denali was set to be on shift at that hour.

Her attention was drawn back to the guy behind the counter.

“Hey, gorge! Looking for me?”, Mik asked as he took the pastry bag from the pink-haired girl.

Rosé rolled her eyes playfully, “Hey to you too, Mik,” she replied as she took out some cash, “Sorry to burst your bubble, short king, I was just wondering where my lovely girlfriend is”.

The shorter guy shrugged, “Your loss. I’m always open for a tall glamazon like you, gorge”, he winked before presenting her the receipt, “it will be 4,99$ for that, and also Nali was allowed to go home early by Miss Iman because she was trying to get tickets for some concert, I think?”

Rosé gave a little nod of acknowledgment and was handing over the cash when a voice caught her attention.

“Oh, no!”, both Mik and Rosé turned their head to another of the diner staff, Olivia, who was looking down at her phone pouting, “Nali just texted me saying that the Blackpink show in Chicago she wanted to go to sold out before she was able to get a standing ticket and the VIP ones are too expensive for her! Oh, poor baby Nali”.

“What other tour dates are they doing?” the singer asked, an idea forming in her head.

The other girl furrowed her brows, trying to remember, “Well, Nali wanted to go to the Chicago one with some of her friends there, that one was in mid-May. If I’m not mistaken, they are doing one in Newark at the end of May, and then the other ones are down south and on the west coast as well? Pretty big tour from what she has told me”.

“Wow, that’s an impressive gig,” Rosé commented, genuinely surprised.

She grabbed the paper bag from the counter, waving goodbye to the two employees, “Well, divas, I’ll leave you to do your jobs. Thanks for the info, I guess my set has to be delayed a bit to deliver these to my girl, and hope to cheer her up a bit, wish me luck!” 

The other two waved her off as she exited the diner. 

The pink-haired girl grabbed her phone from her purse and quickly texted Jan and Lagoona to meet her at her place after her set. 

Maybe she had just found the perfect birthday present for her Nali.

Rosé and Lagoona were sitting at the kitchen table, the Scottish girl’s computer between them open on the ticketing site while Jan was busy gushing with her girlfriend over the phone in the living room.

The blue-haired girl stared at the laptop, clicking her tongue, “Is that the VIP price for both…?”

“Nope, just one. I could afford to get only one VIP ticket for her so she’ll get to enjoy it all by herself”, Rosé replied.

“Holy shit, I fucking wish you were this in love with me to spend that much money for my birthday!” Lagoona commented jokingly before noticing a small detail, “Wait, did you see the date of the concert?”

The pink-haired girl nodded, “Yes, I am aware that the concert happens to be on my birthday. However, this is an opportunity I can’t let Nali give up on,” she reasoned, “Also, I plan on spending many more birthdays with her, so her spending mine doing something she loves makes me happy as well”.

Lagoona shot up and started reaching for kitchen drawers, seemingly looking for something.

“Can I know what the fuck are you doing?”, Rosé asked, arching her manicured brow.

“Looking for a whip because you’re fucking whipped for the girl! I can’t believe it!”, her best friend cackled, actively avoiding the kitchen towel thrown at her.

“Oh, fuck you, bitch!”, the pink-haired girl said in return, unable to hide her own grin at the situation.

At that moment, their purple-haired friend entered the room, saying her goodbyes over the phone before she sat down on the opposite side of Rosé.

“Oh look, who decided to join us!” Lagoona teased as she sat back next to the Scottish girl, “how was the call with the sugar mommy?”

Jan blushed furiously, “Shush, you two! Jackie’s not my sugar mommy! She just… happens to be richer and older than me. Also, she called me because she’s stressed from organizing this big event in May and needed some advice!”, she blurted out, only causing the other two to laugh even harder.

“Yeah, sure whatever you say, Stuntalina the sugar baby. C’mon, I’ve got a new piece I wrote for us to show you!”, Rosé said as she closed the ticket receipt.

She opened her music editing program, pressed play on the last recorded file.

While her best friends were busy enjoying the new song she produced, Rosé checked her phone to find a new text from Denali.

10:52 PM:

thank u so much for the pastries, I really needed them today. You always know how to cheer me up. Goodnight my Rosie <3

The singer smiled. 

She couldn’t wait to show Denali her birthday present.

Denali was lying down on the couch, her eyes on her best friend - and soon-to-be ex-roommate - as she packed the last few things she needed to move out.

“I still can’t believe you’re moving out,” the brunette pouted, “You’re leaving me allllll aloooooooneeeee”, she said dramatically.

“Nali, you’re acting as if I’m moving across the country”, Olivia chuckled, “I’m literally moving in with Utica and Symone, and they live across the street”.

The Alaskan skater threw her head back, “So close, yet so far”.

The younger girl rolled her eyes, reaching for a silver sharpie before throwing it to Denali, “Okay, miss Dramanali. Will you get your ass up and help me finish labeling these boxes?”

It took them a little over an hour to have most of Olivia’s things labeled and boxed, ready to be taken to their new home.

A bottle of soju later, they sat together on the couch in front of the TV as they ate some take-out for dinner, reminiscing of their time as roommates.

“It’s going to be weird to live alone,” Denali confessed as she took a piece of kimbap with her steel chopsticks, “We’ve been roommates ever since I literally moved in from Chicago. But I know it’s the right thing for you, you know”.

Olivia nodded, “I didn’t expect it to take this turn, I mean, I started it out a year ago single and now I’m dating not just one but two of the most awesome people I know?”

“I remember you being bummed when Utica started dating Symone. I sneaked out way too much ice cream from the diner to cheer you up, but look at you now, dating both Utica and Symone, moving in with them? You won the jackpot, Liv!”, the older girl replied, smacking her free hand against the other girl’s thigh.

“Girl, I could say the same about you and miss Rosie. All lovey-dovey, sweet kisses and I love you’s”, Olivia winked as she saw Denali’s cheeks take a pink tint.

“Actually…”, the skater confessed, “she technically hasn’t said the big L word out loud, not like that at least”.

Denali was sure Olivia’s eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, “WHAT?”

The brunette smiled shyly.

“It’s just… this past year everything has been so perfect with her and what if forcing her to say it will ruin that?”

“Nali, baby, the girl basically lives here. Do I have to remind you just how many times I’ve walked in on you two doing the whole devil’s tango while she looks at you like a lovesick puppy and you are worried about her not saying I love you back?”

The Alaskan girl tried to lighten the mood, “To our defense, you did say that you were spending the night out and that movie was very intense-”

“Nali…”

“I love her, Liv. Like really really love her. And I do see a future with her, but she is such a free spirit, someone who says and does things her own way and I’m worried that I’m going to scare her away,” Denali bit her lower lip, trying her best to not let the emotions get the best of her.

The younger girl took her hand, “Do you remember what I told you that day at the rink when you were scared to ask her out?”

“That you would unleash Kandy on her?”

They both chuckled.

“That’s still on the table if she breaks your heart,” Olivia replied honestly, holding Denali’s hand, “I told you to give it a chance. Tell her about how you feel your relationship is heading, and I got a feeling that she feels the same as you do”.

The two friends savored the moment, only the sound coming from outside the window to fill the void.

Denali was the first one to speak up after a couple of minutes of silence, “See? Who am I supposed to have those heart-to-heart conversations with if I’m alone? The wall?”

Olivia laughed out loud, “The cat lady that lives on the first floor sure seems like a good replacement for me!”

“Donut would run away before I could even let her in, girl”.

“True that,” she took another bite of her rice bowl before setting it down and getting up from the couch, “maybe, after you have your talk with your pink highlighter girlfriend in time for your birthday next week, she can babysit your pillow princess ass!” 

Denali’s mouth was wide open in shock but unable to restrain the laughter. 

“Liv! How dare you!” she said as the younger girl bolted into her room, prompting a not-so-sober chase.

They would totally be getting an angry noise complaint the next day.

Denali felt like her birthday went faster than she would have liked.

It had started with a call from her mom while her friends were trying to make her breakfast in bed - emphasis on trying - only to end up ordering delivery from the bakery two blocks down the street. 

Since she would have still had to work that day, they had opted to hang out at her place the night before, waiting up to midnight to wish her a happy birthday. 

What Denali was really looking forward to was the cute night-in her girlfriend had promised along with her mysterious birthday gift that was seemingly months in the making.

Having barely made it home from the diner, the brunette had just taken off her jacket and scarf when she heard a familiar knock pattern on her door.

She smiled as she was greeted by a small bouquet of forget-me-nots, a bag seemingly full of takeaway boxes, and a bottle of Rosé.

“Isn’t it cannibalism if you drink Rosé?” she teased, letting her girlfriend in the apartment and closing the door behind her.

“I’m letting that slide because it’s your birthday, baby,” the pink-haired girl replied as she set everything down on the kitchen counter.

Denali took a moment to take in how her Rosie looked.

The signature pink leather jacket was open to reveal a very deep low cut top that left close to nothing to the imagination. The black high-waisted jeans hugged her curves in a way that drove Denali crazy just to think about. 

“Liking the view, mama?”, Rosé’s smirk was one of the few things able to make her weak to her knees like that.

“You’re a tease-y bitch”

“Thank you for noticing”, she winked as she walked over to Denali and sneaked her arms around her girlfriend’s waist, towering over her thanks to the pumps she was wearing.

The brunette couldn’t help but smile as she wrapped her arms around Rosé’s neck, getting on her tippy toes to kiss her.

“Happy birthday, my angel”, she whispered against her lips before her strong arms picked Denali up with a small yelp from the younger girl.

“What about dinner?”, she chuckled.

“I’m in a mood to eat something else right now…”, Rosé simply said as she reconnected their lips and started taking her girlfriend to the familiar bedroom.

Denali lied with her head on Rosé’s chest like she always did after they slept together. She could fall asleep just with how the older girl was gently combing her hair with her fingers.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, mama. You still got my birthday gift to open up”, she whispered, making Denali chuckle.

“What? Wasn’t the mind-blowing sex your birthday present?” she teased.

She could feel Rosé smile against her hair, “Thanks for the ego boost, diva, but I think you’ll like the real present more”

She went to reach for the pink jacket on the floor, taking out an envelope and giving it to Denali.

“What is this?”

“Open it up and find out for yourself”

The brunette straightened herself, not caring about the sheets pooling at her waist, and opened the present.

She couldn’t believe her eyes.

“You’re kidding me?!”

“Well, it’s not my fault your birthday happens to be on April Fool’s day but it’s all real, angel”, Rosé smiled at her.

“Ahhh! VIP Tickets for Blackpink’s concert?! I love you!”, Denali blurted out and went on to hug her girlfriend.

When she felt the older girl get slightly stiff, she realized just what she had blurted out and did what she did best: she panicked.

“Oh gosh, sorry I didn’t-”

Rosé didn’t reply, just went on cupping her face to calm her down.

“Baby, it’s okay. Don’t ever feel sorry for how you feel”, she reassured, kissing her forehead, “I just… don’t have the best track record when it comes to being told those three little words. I know how strongly I feel about you. I just want to mean it 100% when I say it, okay?”

Denali nodded, not trusting her words as she knew how hard it was for her girlfriend to talk about her feelings.

Rosé tilted her head, “Now, let me snuggle my…”, she looked over Denali’s shoulder, the clock read 11:05 PM, “birthday girl for another hour”.

She went on to press her girlfriend’s body against hers. She let a couple of minutes pass, making sure that the shorter girl had calmed down.

“Sing me to sleep, Rosie?”, she heard the faintest voice coming from the younger girl, whose arms held her sides tightly.

“Anything for you, angel”.

Almost two months later, Denali couldn’t believe she was actually there, waiting under the smaller stage for the concert to begin.

The soundcheck had been overwhelming, she definitely had almost cried when the girls waved at her section of the crowd. She was sure Lisa was waving at her.

She had even managed to become friends with some of the other fans in the VIP section, having gone to the concert alone - she still was a bit sad that she was missing Rosé’s birthday but understood the argument that this was one in a lifetime opportunity that she couldn’t pass on. 

“I can’t believe how close we are to the stage!” one of the girls to Denali’s right, Sakura, commented, “Based on the videos from the other dates, this is definitely the best side to be on, especially during Lisa’s dance solo!”

“Girl, I know! I’m ready to see her shake that ass!” Denali replied, making both of them chuckle.

“Oh, is that how it is, mama?”

Denali froze.

Was that…

“Rosie?”

There was her girlfriend, sporting the VIP tag around her neck and around her wrist.

“How did you get in? I thought you didn’t manage to get another ticket?”, while she was beyond ecstatic to see her girlfriend there with her at the concert, she was also very confused.

“Up until a couple of hours ago, I didn’t have it, so that was as much of a surprise to you as it is to you,” she smiled, “Remember I told you about how Jan’s girlfriend was busy organizing a big event?” she asked as she recollected what had just happened hours prior.

Both Rosé and Lagoona were sitting on the former girl’s couch, watching reruns of America’s Got Talent and commenting how there would totally be no competition if they decided to audition.

Jan walked in, sipping on her frappuccino, “I know you love us but why aren’t you spending your birthday with your girlfriend?”

“I told you she’s at that Blackpink’s concert today” Rosé reminded her, lowering the TV volume.

“Blackpink? Oh! That’s the project Jackie was helping with organizing. She even offered me a full VIP ticket. Do you want it? It’s barely 3 PM, you just missed the soundcheck”.

The two friends sitting on the couch looked at each other, then at Jan, then back at each other before bolting up from the couch.

“COULDN’T HAVE YOU SAID SOMETHING EARLIER, JANICE?”

“I can’t believe it, Jan is really something else,” Denali smiled, now feeling that everything was complete.

“Me neither, baby. That girl is a mystery,” Rosé replied as she positioned herself behind her shorter girlfriend to hug her from behind, kissing Denali’s cheek “Now, I can check out my competition with the other Rosie in your life”, she joked.

“I promise you’ll be a Blink by the end of the night,” Denali said confidently, melting against the embrace.

“We’ll see about that, little diva”.

When people said time flies by when you’re having fun, Denali just realized how fast.

The concert was a rollercoaster of emotions, from the powerful beginning to the member’s solos - she definitely didn’t miss her girlfriend’s ‘mom dancing’ behind her. 

And now, the soft guitar notes of Hope Not filled the stadium. The ballad had always been one of Denali’s favorites, those raw emotions she had felt so many times were being so beautifully sang out loud and it made her teary-eyed.

Rosé kept her arms secured around her waist, rocking her from side to side. The brunette closed her eyes, fully letting the song guide her.

That’s when she heard Rosé’s voice in her ear, so quiet yet overpowering everything else.

“I love you”.

Denali’s eyes shot open and quickly turned around to be met with the most beautiful smile Rosé had ever given to her, she could only see pure love in her eyes staring back at her. 

She hadn’t even realized the tears spilled down her cheeks as she went in to connect their lips.

Nothing else mattered to her at that moment.

It was just her and her Rosie.

The warm autumn air filled Denali’s living room as they cuddled on the couch, watching a movie.

It was almost midnight when the end credits started rolling, the younger girl was already half-asleep, clinging to her girlfriend like a koala bear.

Rosé turned off the TV and turned her attention to her girlfriend, “C’mon, little diva, let go of me, I have to catch the bus home”.

Denali grunted, “Noooo, don’t leave meee,” she protested, her cheek firmly against Rosé’s chest.

“I gotta get home, baby”, the pink-haired girl tried to reason.

“This is your home too. You should just move in already,” Denali replied, slugging her words.

Her heart skipped a beat. 

Rosé stopped for a moment to think about it. She smiled looking down at her girlfriend’s serene face. 

She definitely could see herself wanting to wake up to that every day for a long time.

Denali woke up in her bed the following day, not remembering how she had gotten there. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep on the couch with-

She shot up and went to the kitchen. She found a still-warm cup of coffee and a note.

She almost choked on the drink as she read the small piece of paper.

I thought you’d never ask

to move in together

Get those papers ready, angel

Your Rosie

PS: we’ve some remodeling to do, mama

Denali couldn’t help the pink tint from erupting across her face. She definitely blamed her sleepy self for being so open with her girlfriend.

On the other side, she had to call her landlord.

Her search for a roommate was over for good.

[missjanjie]

Any couple headcannons you can tell us in the revenge fic?

- gigi and symone have been together for long enough that they feel it’s their duty to judge all of their single friends until they work their shit out

- jan and jackie have a fwb situation… but it’s also jan and jackie so you can imagine how that’s going to end up

- nicky and jaida have a lot of history to unpack, there’s a lot of angst and drama but none of it is resentment towards each other (this’ll be expanded on in the next chapter)

- rosé and denali are still very much keeping each other at arms length. denali can talk about finding rosé attractive as much as she wants, there’s no way she’d ever act on it (or is there…)

- obviously olivia hasn’t been properly introduced yet and might not be for a few chapters, but her dynamic with mik is very much sunshine sweetheart x jaded sarcastic

[missjanjie]

I am officially 2000 words deep into this Mistress Dom Symone x Olivia fanfic, but now I'm debating if I should add Denali into the equation. My seat in hell is officially reserved at this point, isn't it?

oh my god that sounds like it’s gonna be iconic. def add her if you want!