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prettymrswright · 2 years ago

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Harlem Nights

pairing: rosalie otterbourne x black!fem!reader

background: as a singer and musician growing up in the heart of New York, you constantly had people, places, and things to be inspired by. every chance you could, you were finding places inside those rooms you always desired to be in. there was nothing more you wanted to do but perform. most of your family wouldn’t be so ecstatic about your ‘unrealistic’ and ‘unstable’ ambitions. But you knew deep down that you had what it takes. You’d soon travel down to Harlem’s hottest club of the early 20th century, ‘The Cotton Club’, and an interaction with one of your inspirations would change the trajectory of your life, forever.

content: fluff, flirting, playful banter, intimacy. a lot of sweetness + sass. warmth. little explicit language.

word count: 6k

authors note: 2nd fic down. this one was very fun to create, making it fitting to the time. I have such a sweet spot for Rosalie, I had to dedicate this one to her and all her glory. as a singer and musician myself from NY, this was very special for me. I hope y’all smiling and blushing because I was smiling and blushing writing it! enjoy. p.s. chile i kinda wanna make a part two, this was teaaaa.

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A warm, summer rain pitter-pattered across the glass of your bedroom window as you began cleaning up your space. It was a comfy afternoon, almost evening, the sun peaking through the clouds and beaming down on the town, preparing for its set. It was gorgeous outside. And despite it's rather saturating nature, many people were outside on their front porches. There were so many things to do in Harlem. So many places to see. And yet you felt you could die of boredom. If you weren't busy cleaning or babysitting the neighbors kids, you were receiving a 15-page verbal essay from your mother about how dangerous the city was and how 'there ain't nothing in Harlem but drugs, scams, and prostituting!'. I mean sure it could be dangerous at times. But where in the world isn't? You just knew that as much as there were frights, there were sights. Opportunity was left and right in this town. All your favorite artists and musicians grew up right here, and you wanted to join that list.

“Alright, Y/N/N,” your mom began, putting on her jacket, grabbing her things, and approaching your bedroom door. I’m off to work. Remember to drop the evening papers by Miss Jeanine after you finish cleaning. And no clubs!”

You sighed with immediate annoyance. “But Ma—“

“No butts!” She warned sternly. “Unless it’s yours in that bed there, immediately after. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” You respectfully reply, feeling defeated.

You were 21, soon to be 22, but Mother didn’t believe in ‘legal adult decision making’. As long as you were her child and under her roof, you complied by her rules. You understood her always being protective over you; You even appreciated it. But at this moment and time of your life, it felt more like a hinderance than anything else.

“Alright now. I’ll see you later. I love you,” she says on her way out.

“Love you too Ma,” you reply faintly, and with that, the door shuts.

You fall back down on your bed behind you, with a big exhale, staring up at your popcorn ceiling. It was such a lovely day. You should be somewhere dancing, or hanging with your best friend Josephine. Even watching the neighbors kids wouldn’t be so bad right now. At least you’d be out in the backyard.

Tonight was also one of hottest summer nights to be at the Cotton. Billie Holiday, Ma Rainey, and Salome Otterbourne were all performing. It was certain to be a full house, for sure. The three black female jazz pioneers were on tour, and this would be the only time in a while that anybody would be able to see them all perform in one night. Dozens of people even travel from out of state on nights like these. That also meant that there’d be a bunch of travel scouts and agents, waiting on more talent to grab and take under their wing. You were nauseated at the thought of even missing it for a moment.

You got up to finish your cleaning, and halfway through, you heard the door open and shut, followed by a familiar voice that you knew and loved so much.

“Why the long face, sugar?” It asked, making sure you’d turn around to see their smile.

“Grandpa!” You ran to him with open arms, beaming with joy.

Your grandfather was your best friend. Since you were a little girl, he took you under his wing. Your dad left to pursue his music dreams when you were younger, so your grandfather was also the Dad you never had. He always spoke life into you, and made sure that no matter what, you knew that you were capable of any and everything. He also instilled you with the unwavering confidence to back that. Grandpa’s think-pieces were like gold. He was very wise, and had been through it all. He’d always say:

'Don’t let anybody take you for a fool! Not even me!' And laughed. But he was serious. "What's going on? Lorraine got you in this house cleaning all day again?" He says in your defense, as he often does. You let out an exhausting puff of a sigh before plopping back down on your bed. "Yea Pop. As usual." You shifted your body towards him and stared at the ground in deep thought, pausing before continuing. "I mean, life has got to be a little more exciting than this, don't it?" He laughed a low, hearty chuckle. "There's always more excitement, Y/N/N. You just gotta find it. Don't wait for opportunity, create it!" He says affirmably, allowing you to comfortably reveal what you've been thinking about all week. "I really wanna go to the Cotton tonight, Grandpa. Salome Otterbourne is performing tonight! And a bunch of other singers and talents and--well--I'm gonna be here, missing it." You look down and fidget your thumbs around each other. "Well why don't you go?" He asks. "You know Mama don't want me around no clubs, Pop. Besides, I told her I would take the evening papers down to Miss Jeanine." You reply in slight aggravation. "Ohhh," He scoffs and waves his hand down in dismissal. "Don't let that child stop you. I'll take the papers down to Jeanine." Your eyes lit up in pleasant surprise and excitement. "Oh you will?!" "Don't worry about it." He says, a confident smirk creeping onto his face. "Go on and enjoy yourself. I don't know where Lorraine gets all that strictness from anyway. Me and Betty ain't raise that child like that. Besides, she's seen and DONE worse." You both share a big laugh. "Thanks Grandpa. You're the best!" You jump up and wrap your arms around the big guy, holding the embrace for a while. "Anything for my favorite granddaughter." He says jokingly. "I'm your only granddaughter, Grandpa." You reply giggling. "I know. Now gone and figure out what you're going to wear. I hear that Mrs. Otterbourne is looking for another back up vocalist for her band." He tells you as if he just revealed the world's biggest secret. You, performing with Salome Otterbourne and her band. Your stomach turned and the mere thought of it. You kissed your Grandpa on the cheek before rushing to the bathroom to get ready for your highly anticipated night. Your mind rushed with all the possibilities of the night's events. You'd be in the same room with people and experiencing things you've once only dreamed of. Intimidating it was, but your desire to even just be in that energy was bigger. .. After lotioning up and powdering down, you slipped on a cool lavender silk midi dress, with spaghetti straps and a flowy, skirt-like bottom. You leaned into the mirror of your vanity, shaping up your thin brows, rolling on your winged liner, and coating your lips with a nude pink gloss, a shade brighter than your natural lip color. You used your same liner to add your infamous faux face moles; one above your lip, one at the tip of your nose, and one at the top corner of your cheek bone. You placed two diamond stud earrings into your ears, decorated your left wrist with a rose gold watch, and clamped your custom microphone necklace around your neck, gifted by your Grandfather. Lastly, pulling your look together, you peel off your bonnet and hair net, coat your fingers with oil, and take out each of your curls, wrapped around perm rods. You fluffed and shaped your hair into its short, curly and tapered state, much like Sheila Guyse. You stood and wrapped your mesh shawl around your shoulders. You walked over to your tall, door mirror and scanned your body, turning each angle, before spritzing your figure with Blue Grass, by Elizabeth Taylor. You always put effort into your look, but tonight was definitely a little extra. You needed to look and feel the part. Like you belonged there, just with everyone else. You grabbed your white clutch hand purse, matching your white pumps before walking out to the living room. "So," you say to your Grandfather, doing a quick and excited 360. "How do I look?"

"Oh, Y/N," Grandpa says swiping across and covering his mouth to conceal his emotional expression. "You look beautiful. Just like your grandmother." Grandma has passed when you were 7. You had faint memories of her. But one thing you did remember, was how madly in love your Grandfather was. You always said you'd want to be loved just like that when you were older. All the family would constantly remind you of how much you looked like her, and even carried a lot of her personality traits.

"Thanks, Pop." You reach down to hug him and wipe his tear before stepping back and giving him an 'It's okay' smile. "Alright, I'm heading out!" "Alright now, have fun and be safe! Be back by 11, and please, don't give your mother anymore reasons to kill me." He says, almost pleading. "You got it, Pop." You chuckled and walked out the door, closing it tightly behind you. You looked out at the busy block and took a deep sigh before walking down your porch steps and strutting down the street, on your way to the Cotton.

When you arrived, the scene was just like you imagined, only even bigger. Bright lights cascaded from all around the venue, and herds of people were beginning to gather. Cars were beeping and honking, forcing to navigate through traffic with all these people taking up the area, many cars stopping just to see what was going on. Above your head were the list of household names making an appearance tonight. Men and women all throughout the area were dressed up in their absolute best. Valet was working overtime & security was tight. It felt like something out of a movie.

You staggered in front the building, and before you knew it, it was your time to walk in. It was no turning back now.

There was a warm, dim but radiant tone to the room. You seen pimps, hustlers, singers, showgirls, every type of personality you could imagine.

Sounds of bass, saxophones, and pianos filled up the club with a soothing but strong undertone. You walked in, looking around in awe at the set up. The seats were almost filled. You were certain you had to sit in the back, but you didn’t mind. Being in the room was enough. Just as you turned to go back, you spotted your best friend Josephine, sitting in front with an older gentlemen.

“Y/N!,” She called out to you, waving you over and patting the seat next to her.

“Girl!” Overwhelm with excitement, you almost run to where she was and accepted her seat offer. “What are you doing here!”

“I didn’t tell you?” She questions. “My Uncle Johnny is playing bass for Mrs. Holiday. I tried calling to invite you, but your mom said you were busy.”

Typical mother. You really wish she’d stop answering for you. You rolled your eyes, but decided not to build on it.

“Oh, well good for him!” You say with sincerely, with a bright smile.

The two of you briefly caught up before the lights dimmed and the announcer came out to direct what would be one of the most riveting moments of your life.

A few acts had already performed, and you were completely enamored. Jazz and blues were your absolute favorite genre, but to hear it live and in person in all its emotion and vulnerability was euphoric. It was life changing. Entertained you were, but all in all, you felt a strong confirmation. You were certain that this was the path you wanted to take. Every strum of string, every note belted, sent chills down your spine. Singing and performing, especially with a live band felt so natural. It felt warm and welcoming— like a warm fudge brownie with cold ice cream on top. The contrast was clear, but together it went so well.

“And now ladies and gentlemen,” The announcer began. “I present to you, singer, musician, and hit phenomenon, Salome Otterbourne!”

He disappeared into the curtains, his presenting arm being the last thing to disappear as Salome approached the stage from the other end. The crowd erupted; cheers, claps, whistles. You turned to grab Josephine's wrists, that were wrested in her lap, the two of you looking at each other and exchanging an excited squeal. She was stunning. She stood tall above the silver microphone on its stand, wearing a powdered pink blouse and skirt set, with a hat and a flowered wrist garnish to match. She had on white silk gloves, covering the hands that held the stand, one up high and one down low, close to her lips and she began to sing her rendition of Bessie Smith's Tain't Nobody's Bizness If I Do. There ain't nothing I can do, or nothing I can say That folks don't criticize me But I'm goin' to do just as I want to anyway And don't care if they all despise me If i should take a notion To jump into the ocean 'Tain't nobody's business if I do, do, do, do If I go to church on Sunday Sing the shimmy down on Monday Ain't nobody's business if I do, if I do

She sang every word as if she wrote it herself. It was fitting, seeing that Salome was a confident, self-assured woman. You looked around to scan her band. There were two guys on strings. Another on the sax. One on trombone. And to the left of Salome, the pianist. A woman. She was the only other woman on stage besides the main singer, and she was playing for her. It was rare to see female musicians. And not only was she playing piano, but she was singing backup as well. She was gorgeous. She had pretty, cinnamon brown skin, narrow, sparkly eyes, and the prettiest smile you ever saw. She was on the taller side and had a slim but sturdy frame. Her hair was in a pin-curled bob, parted to the side, accentuating her sharp jaw structure. "Who is that?" You semi-whispered to your friend, intrigued. "That's Rosalie Otterbourne." She leaned in and whispered back, eyes still glued to the stage. "Salome's niece, if I'm not mistaken." "Oh." You reply back. The only thing you could say really. She was breath-taking, and seemingly just as talented as her aunt. As the song continues, she briefly averts her attention the crowd and her eyes are met with yours. Stopping and holding her gaze for a second, fingers still tap dancing with the instruments keys, she slightly tilts her head and flashes you a smile. You felt your heart begin to take on an unfamiliar arrangement of beats. Taken aback, you sheepishly smiled back, shakily lifting up your hand to give a small wave. She acknowledges it before returning her attention to her piano and back at Mrs Salome as they join in on the next verse. If my friend ain't got no money And I say, "Take all mine, honey" 'Tain't nobody's business if I do, do , do do If I give him my last nickel And it lives me in a pickle 'Tain't nobody's business if I do, If I do

“Holy shit, Y/N/N,” Josephine tugs at your side. “I think she just smiled at you.”

Okay so she saw that too. Surely it wasn’t for me directly. She was being courteous to her audience.

As the song came to an end, the crowd erupted once again.

“How y’all doing tonight New York? Y’all good?” She asks scanning out to the crowd. When answered by more cheers and whistles, she continued. “Alright, that’s what Salome Otterbourne like ta hear!”

“Tonight is a very special night for me. I’m back home and I have to say you all make me feel so welcomed.” She says with a sassy smile. She proceeds to introduces all the members of her band, leaving her for the end.

“And last but certainly not least, on the piano and back ground vocals, my lovely niece, manager, brain and backbone, Miss Rosalie Otterbourne!” She stands tall and blows a few two-handed kisses out across the room and seals her welcome acceptance with a big warm smile. For whatever reason, in the moment, it felt as if time stood still.

Time progressed as Salome and her band finished out their set. You were sad to see it end so soon. It was such a beautiful arrangement of music. People began to scatter; some leaving, some going to the bar, some going to dance. Some even went to ask for autographs and things of that nature. After awhile the chaos began to subside, and there Salome and her team was, alone, packing their things. You wondered if it was your time to approach. Even if she didn’t get to hear you sing, at least you could express to her how much her music quite literally saved you. As all these different thoughts browsed through your brain, your best friend, Josephine, took a page out of its catalog, as she often did, turning to say,

“Look there go Salome and them, finally by themselves. You should go say something!" She exclaimed, mid-chew of her olive that previously rested in the middle of her martini glass. You began to get sheepish. You had thought the same, but you now you were unsure. "Say what, Jose?" She turned to face you completely. "I don't know, but make your existence known. Tell her you sing or something!" "Yeah," you scoffed. "And embarrass myself?"

"Now, don't start that mess," She began, ready to get you together, as she often did. Not to mention she was the only one who could besides your grandpa. "You and I both know you're just as talented as anybody on that stage. And we always both know that you aren't shy." She was right. Being nervous about meeting an idol was regular, but you had prepared yourself for this moment over a million times. But you weren't sure why this specific time had you tucking your tail. "Besides," she continued. "Maybe you could introduce yourself to that pretty gal, Rosalie." She flashed you a smirk. Your eyes grew so wide they almost popped out of their sockets. Josephine could read you like a book. You never discussed or confessed aloud of your feelings toward other women. Not because you were ashamed, but you felt much like the song; ain't nobody business if I do. You choked out a breathy, nervous chuckle before you could began to speak. "Wha--" "Oh, save it. Now go!" She gave you a small but hefty push towards the direction of the stage. You stumbled forward, looking back to grill your best friend before straightening out your dress, dusting yourself off, and taking a deep breath. With that, you took all the confidence you did in that moment and used to it fuel your feet's motion toward the front of the stage. You'd been up there for all of maybe ten seconds before you were spotted. Her loud and heavy laugh drifting from off the end of her last sentence to her bandmate, she turned around from her kneeled position and gave you a small smile. "Hey Sugar. Can I help you?" "Oh n-no Miss Otterbourne I jus--" she shook her head and cut you off mid-sentence. "Please, child, Salome is just fine." You half-smiled at her correction. "Well, Salome. You were phenomenal tonight. Your voice and your arrangements are just what jazz has been missing." You say to her sincerely, hand in hand. "Aren't you sweet," She chuckles at your sincerity. "Well thank you, Sugar. I've worked hard for my sound. You know what they say, you want something done right --" "Do it yourself." You both say simultaneously and you laugh. "I'm with you on that one." You were pleasantly surprised how down to earth she was. "This is exactly why I'm in charge of keeping things together. Auntie where'd Ernie put that cas--" Rosalie came out from behind the stage, stopping mid-sentence once she'd seen you. "Who's this?" She points, asking what of your presence as if you weren't standing right there. You mentally laugh at her rudeness, knowing she didn't purposely mean to do it. "I'm Y/N." "She came to tell us how much she liked the show." Salome helped you finish your introduction. "Is that right," She asks rhetorically, raising her eyebrows, intrigued. "What part striked you the most?" You felt a wave of vibrations flow through your abdomen, immediately thinking of the glance the two of you shared in the midst of the performance. "W-well, I really enjoyed your rendition of T'aint nobody's business. I could relate on personal levels, but I felt that you could too. Especially that bridge. Salome, your vibrato is unreal. And with your tone, Rosalie, it blended perfectly." The singer and her accomplice looked at you with impressed eyes. "Well, well. That's some very specific terminology, Miss Y/N. Are we speaking to a fellow musician?" Rosalie asks, eager to hear your response. "Yes. A singer." You chose the confident route. You wanted to continue their interest. "Really?" Salome says matter-of-factly. "Well let us hear something, sugar!" You were having a hard time grasping that this was reality. You lived in the R.E.M part of your brain, playing out the different scenarios that would lead you to an interaction like this, but you never thought it'd be so soon. "You sure?" You ask honestly. "I know you're a busy woman." "Nonsense. Salome leave when Salome gets good and ready." She reassures you, speaking about herself in the third person once again.

"And if your voice is as pretty as you are, then we're in for a treat." Rosalie says, tossing a wink in your direction.

You felt a lump in your throat begin to form and hurriedly swallowed to force it to subside. You felt your cheeks began to heat up like a stove. Receiving a compliment was one thing, but receiving one from a woman of Rosalie's stature, successful, pretty, and poised, was another. You tried your hardest not to let it phase you, but you couldn't help but to let a flattered smile creep onto your face.

You briefly turned around to find your best friend across the room, smiling and giving you two thumbs up.

The band's bass player came over to take your hand and help you up the stage steps, directing you to where the mic was, still plugged in and hot.

Rosalie walked over to her piano and removed the cover she had just recently placed.

"Any preferences?" Rosalie asked.

"The Very Thought of You." You answered confidently, knowing how well the song complimented your voice. "Do you know it?"

"Billie Holiday." She says with a smile, proving her knowledge. "Like the back of my hand."

"Let's do it." You say, ready to take advantage of your moment.

Rosalie began fingering through the keys of her piano, playing up the intro of the song. As the melody began to fill up the venue, the people who remained in the building all focused their attention to the stage. You closed your eyes, let in a huge breath of air, and began to sing.

The very thought of you

And I forget to do

Those little ordinary things

That everyone ought to do

I'm living in a kind of daydream

I'm happy as a queen

And foolish though it may seem

To me that's everything

In this moment, it was you and the melodies that filled your ears alone. You sang just as you would if you were home in your room. Your voice was smooth and velvety. It could serenade you to sleep, or it could fill you with emotion. It was soft, two octaves away from breathy. It was easy to be attracted to your voice alone.

The mere idea of you

The longing here for you

You never know how slow the moments go

Till I'm near to you

I see your face in every flower

Your eyes in stars above

It's just the thought of you

The very thought of you, my love

You glanced in Rosalie's direction, secretly searching for a reaction, and was met by a dazed stare and watery eyes. Even outside of her usual, self-assured nature, she was so beautiful. You wondered what thoughts were flying through her pretty head.

You walked over to the piano and sat at the edge, close to Rosalie, and finished out the song beautifully, never breaking eye contact with her.

I see your face in every flower

Your eyes in stars above

It’s just the thought of you

The very thought of you, my love

Rosalie scanned your face with adored eyes as she played out the outro. You held your gaze, adlib-ing out the rest of the song and began to get lost in the pool of her pretty, chocolate brown eyes. The eruption of the crowd before you is the only thing that broke you from the hypnosis she placed you in.

You stood up again in front the crowd, placed your hands on your heart and gave a bow. You were so proud of yourself and simultaneously stunned. They loved you. The crowds reaction just confirmed all those nights you journaled about feeling called to be in the limelight. In the distance you could see Josephine, practically jumping up and down, mouthing “That’s my girl!”

It was a long, loud applause and standing ovation. At this point, people were beginning to get curious about who you were and where you even came from. With that, the cat-calling also began.

“Hold on, where you from, baby?!“ One man shouted.

“Can I take you home?” Another one followed.

You were too starstruck by your own self to be annoyed by men and their ignorance. In fact, it humored you in this moment. Once the crowd begin to subside, Salome ran up to you.

“Well I’ll be damned!” She says, clasping her hands together. “Sista you can blow!”

Nods and sounds of approval were given by the rest of the crew.

“Says you!” You say brightly. “Thank you, Salome. And thank you for allowing me to sing on your stage.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” She says, leaving you with slight confusion. “What does the rest of your weekend look like?”

Cleaning. Possibly babysitting. Absolutely nothing exciting.

“Nothing much, really.”

“Well, I have a couple more stops to make and perform at before we get back on the road. I want you to come perform with me.” She says sincerely.

You were there with a stunned look on your face. You were at a lost of words, and when you finally find them, they come out more blunt than you expected, “Quit playin’.”

The older woman laughed. “Serious as a heart attack, Sugar. Leave your home number with Rosalie, and stay by the phone. We have business to discuss.” She walked off to other side of the stage. You had to conceal your urge to scream your head off.

“Looks like you got yourself a job,” Rosalie began to walk up to you.

“Thanks to you. Where’d you learn to play like that?” you ask genuinely interested.

“Where’d you learn to sing like that? I thought you was just bull-jiving.” You both laugh.

“I’ve been singing since I was a little girl. My mother always put me in the church choir, and I enjoyed it, so I held onto it.”

“Well you definitely got soul.” She exclaimed.

“Thank you.” You say, blushing at her intense focus on you as she spoke.

“So tell me,” She moves closer to you. “Did you mean what you said?”

You tilted your head slightly at her comment. “What did I say?”

“I see your face in every flower, just the mere thought of you, my love” She speaks the lyrics of the song you just sang.

You weren’t expecting that at all, your body slightly trembling underneath the words her forwardness.

“It’s just a song, Miss Rosalie.” You professed, keeping as much ground as you could. “I am a performer, and I performed.”

“Ahh,” She says nodding sarcastically. “A performance, was it? A stunning one, might I add.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her sarcasm and her witt. The girl was indeed charming. And she wasn’t buying that you didn’t feel the tension that was brewing between the two of you.

“Rosie,” Salome called out. “We going on out to the car, when you ready, we can be on our way.”

“You got it,” Rosalie responded.

“Y/N!” Your best friend came running towards you, and you kneeled down towards the edge of the stage. “Girl you killed it! Brought tears to my eyes, I love seeing you in your element girl, you gone be rich!“ She rambles, saying the last part through clenched teeth. She stops and looks up.

“H-Hi Miss Otterbourne. Rosalie. I’m Y/N’s best friend Josephine.” She introduces herself.

“Hello darling,” Salome smiles. Rosalie waves.

“Well, girl,” she was now whispering. “I gotta go, my man is outside waiting for me, but call me when you get home and tell me EVERYTHING.”

You erupted in laughter. Josephine loved her some him.

“You so crazy. Enjoy yourself, and get home safe.” You say back, momentarily reaching for your best friends hand and squeezing it caringly.

“I will girl!” She runs off and out of the venue.

“Well, Miss Y/N,” Rosalie turns to you. “Where do you live? We could drop you off home.”

“Oh that won’t be necessary,” You assured her. “I live right up the street.”

Rosalie paused for a minute. “Come with me,” she grabbed your hand and the two of you scurried out through the exit backstage.

The warm outside breeze grazed your skin as the two of you began to walk semi-dark, summer streets. It wasn’t freezing, but it was a slight bitter chill that left you feeling more on the cold side.

“Here,” She took off her black, furry jacket and placed it around your arms. “It looks better on you anyway.” You gave a toothless smile at her comment.

“Did you actually enjoy my performance tonight?” You ask, somewhat serious.

“Did I?” She scoffs as if you said the most outrageous thing. “Absolutely breathtaking.”

You look down in nervousness. “You’re not so bad yourself. I mean I always knew she had other talented people in her circle but you,” You paused. “You have such a melodic voice. I enjoyed it very much.”

“Well thank you. Much like you, I keep my accolades undercover. It’s like a pleasant surprise. You think you know me and then— boom.” She illustrates her sentence, flicking her hands open, emulating fireworks.

“Well I don’t know how surprised I’d be considering how confident you are,” You say with an instance. “People like that always have something going on.”

“It takes one to know one, right?” She looks at you through low lids, her figure standing a few inches taller than you. For a while it’s silent. Suddenly, you blurt out something you’d only ever think of to yourself.

“Rosalie have you ever loved a woman?” You ask, almost regretting it, but still wanting to know her thoughts. She furrowed her eyebrows in interest, waiting for you to finish instead of answering right away.

“In the way.. you ain’t ‘supposed’ to love a woman?” you continued emphasizing the quotes, finishing your thought.

She sighed in relief. You sensed that you possibly could’ve opened a safe place for her to speak.

“I have loved women since I learned to walk and talk. My aunt and my band family are the only ones who know. They’d say, ‘Ole Rosalie couldn’t catch a man if she put a bra in a net!’ But they knew I didn’t want to. They ain’t give me no trouble. But everybody story ain’t like mine.” She opens up to you and you look at her with soft eyes.

“What about you?” She then turns to you, returning the question. “I’m guessing you have.”

“Nobody knows about me. Nobody but my bestfriend Josephine. I’ve never even been in love before. Not with a man either. But tonight, standing next to you I- I don’t know. I felt kinda like a school girl.”

Rosalie begins to laugh at your confession. She thought it was sweet. Secretly, she felt the same.

“Oh, stop it, It ain’t funny!” You say defensively, tapping her shoulder, but she continues to laugh. And you continue to fall. Before you could pull your hand back, she grabs it, and pulls you into her. The two of you stop walking momentarily, and it’s you, her, and this lonely street. She places a hand on your waist, the other still holding your hand, and comes close enough to your face to separate the two of you with a single piece of paper.

“Dance with me,” She breathes into you.

“But we ain’t got no music,” You say back, smiling foolishly at her impulses.

“Yes we do.” She begins to hum The Very Thought of You, and the two of you sway side to side, your feet moving in a circle around each other. You begin to him with her, the two of you harmonizing on every chorus. In this moment time stood still. An overwhelming feeling of adoration and excitement washed over you. You felt like the only girl in the world. She had a way of building on your romantic tension, all while making you feel like you gained another best friend. It was the perfect night, and you never wanted it to end.

The two of you stop your tango, and she pulls you in, kissing you ever so slowly and passionately. You felt yourself melt into her, the heat of your bodies keeping each other warm. You finally pull back and share a long gaze, her arms still holding you. Your moment was interrupting by a loud honk from a car coming around the corner.

BEEP BEEP.

“You two ready?” Salome smiled, hanging out the passenger window. “Get in!”

Rosalie led you to the back seat, her getting in first and you following, closing the door behind you.

“What’s your address, sugar?” Salome asked. You gave it to her, and off you all were.

“Oh,” Rosalie began, “Before I forget,” She grabs a pad and a pen from underneath the seat to give you. “Can’t leave without your number.”

You smile and take the materials from her hand.

555-8269 Y/N. You wrote in its red ink, drawing a small heart next to it, and kissing the paper, leaving the mark of your now halfway glossed lips. You folded it up and handed to her, and she delicately placed it in her purse. She slid her hand over top of yours, which now rested on your knee, and interlocked your fingers.

“I’ll be expecting you,” You say softly.

“First thing tomorrow morning.” She affirms to you, holding her intense gaze. She lifts up your hand and places a soft, gentle kiss on the back of it.

Before you knew it, you were pulling up in front of your house.

“Thank you again, Salome. I had a wonderful time.” You express, full of gratitude.

“Don’t mention it, doll. I’ve had a great night myself. Now make sure you stay by the phone, hear? You gone be a star. And I’m gone make sure of it.” She says, turning around to face you from her passenger.

“And I think my Rosalie is very fond of you.” She looks at her niece with a proud and accepting smile. Rosalie gives one back.

“Yes ma’am.” You say, blushing of slight embarrassment but also appreciation. You step out the car and walk up your concrete steps.

“Y/N,” Rosalie says out the window. You turn around.

“Yes?”

“Goodnight.” She says, holding onto every moment she has left of this night with you.

“Goodnight, Rosalie,” You say sweetly, but teasingly.

You walked into your home and crept up to your room, careful not to wake anyone up. You run up to look outside your window and watched as the car drove off. You couldn’t believe this was your life. But you were glad that it was.

All night your head spinned, accompanied by thoughts of you and Rosalie. The instant chemistry between the two of you left you in such a fuzzy state. It was the beginning of something new. It felt warm and welcoming— like a warm fudge brownie with cold ice cream on top. The contrast was clear.. but together, you went so well.

#mrsprettywright #rosalie otterbourne #rosalie x black reader #black sapphic #lesbian #harlem nights

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gweelczz · 1 year ago

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“Cat Got Your Tongue?” Pt. 4

Rosalie Otterbourne × Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Rosalie being the only woman ever, reader is a simp off rip, Rosalie has unlimited rizz, Rosalie getting sappy

Genre: suggestive, fluff

Word count: again that’s cute, lowkey got carried away

Not proofread (my bad y’all I was lazy)

Reader is the sister of Cab Calloway and the cousin of Billie Holiday

Summary: Being in love she didn't know whether she was falling or flying but she was airborne either way... or a story about a woman falling head over heels for another woman in the 1930s

Enjoy lovelies! Mwah

Y/N came down the stairs of the hotel and into the lobby, the skirt of her dress swaying with her as she graciously moved. Her orbs scanning the room before landing on what she searched for: her sunflower. Rosalie stood leaning against the bar in a dazzling purple backless dress that hugged her body perfectly, her curls pinned to perfection parted at the side. She was talking sternly with a man in a suit presumably a worker.

“There’s no music being played madam.. people are starting to complain.” The man spoke glancing everywhere but at the woman in front of him. Rosalie stood her ground like the strong willed woman she was, her response dripping sass. “It seems you’ve forgotten my name, Rosalie Otterbourne.” She smirked a bit as she spoke “There’s no music because no moneys been paid, we get paid upfront. So if you wanna hear a little music, first I wanna see a stack of green or whatever currency is in your country.” She tilted her head gazing at the man waiting for his response.

The man in front of her huffed pulling out an envelope of money out of his coat pocket handing it to her. She took it with a pleased expression smiling at the man. “You remember my name now” she responded nodding towards the stage giving the signaling to the frontman to let Salome on stage. The frontman nodded his head to Rosalie clearing his throat and stepping up to the microphone “Now coming to the stage! Ms. Salome Otterbourne!!”. The crowd clapped loudly as Salome stepped out with a golden colored guitar. Her hair pinned and styled under a gold turban, her face was styled with a makeup to match her golden sparkled dress. She smiled brightly walking down the steps of the stage and into the crowd as she played with her band while singing.

“ Now come here baby, get ready to go

'Cause I'm in the mood to rock and roll

And that's all, I mean to tell you, that's all

All you have to do is rock and roll and that's all

We'll start to rockin', I don't like to stop

You better get ready to rock around the clock

And that's all, I mean to tell you, that's all

All you have to do is rock and roll and that's all

Don't worry about the time, I got plenty to spend

If the clock run down, we'll wind it up again

And that's all, I mean to tell you, that's all

All you have to do is rock and roll and that's all, yeah”

She strummed the strings pointing it in front of her like a gun making her way to the other stage where her band was stationed. Making her way to the microphone she continued to sing as the crowd danced around the room.

“You can learn everything they teach you in school

But if you can't rock and roll, you're not a fool

And that's all, I mean to tell you, that's all

All you have to do is rock and roll and that's all

All you have to do is rock and roll and that's all”

Rosalie watched her aunt with pride as she performed, her chest swelling as she witnessed her talent. Y/N smirked to herself walking up to the woman with a hand on her hip “well hello Ms. Otterbourne”. Rosalie gazed up at the woman smiling once again “hello Ms. Calloway, pleasure to make your acquaintance” she then pulled Y/N into her arms hugging her tightly. She immediately lifted the other woman off her feet spinning her in a small slow circle placing her onto her feet afterwards, her smile never leaving.

They stood side by side watching Salome dazzle the crowd with her voice and presence alone, Rosalie leaning over to whisper to Y/N “I want to kiss you so badly it’s driving me crazy”. She reached down taking her companion’s hand into hers squeezing it gently speaking softly afterwards “I want your mouth on me so bad, your tongue felt heavenly”. She spoke boldly causing Y/N to choke on her spit, Rosalie had always been a bold woman never biting her tongue for anyone and speaking her mind. She didn’t stop back then and she wasn’t gonna change now. Y/N stared at her wide eyed swatting her hand when she felt it creeping up her skirt. “Rosalie Otterbourne we are in public!” Y/N whisper yelled glancing around making sure no one saw, “Baby if I had it my way you’d be bent over this bar with my fingers deep in that sweet little cunt making you cum for me over and over again”.

Y/N’s cheeks flushed at the other woman’s words causing her to turn away slightly focusing her attention on Salome who was close to finishing her set.

“You hold me in the bosom

Till the storms of life is over

Rock me in the cradle of our love

Only feed me till I want no more

Then you take me to your blessed home above

Make me journey

You make my burning brighter

Help me to do good wherever I can

Oh, let thou praise and thrill me

Thou loving kindess fill me

Then you hold me

Hold me in the hollow of the hand”

The words Salome sang not helping the situation at hand whatsoever, Y/N let herself drift for just a moment. She let her mind wonder to what it would be like with Rosalie, what their life would be like together. She imagined how it would feel to wake up next to her every morning, being able to kiss her in a place that wasn’t a shadow or a private room. How it would feel to hold her hand while they walked down the street or to sit on her lap in public. To feel her fingers knuckle deep inside he- “Y/N? Don’t you ignore me now, that ain’t ladylike” Rosalie’s voice brought her back to reality causing her to turn and face the other woman, her face on fire. “W-What’d you say sunflower?” She responded zoning in on Rosalie’s dark eyes.

“I said I wanna take you out tonight, just us two.. we can go back to my room later. Might just have your things moved to my room, like the idea of waking up to you in my bed” Rosalie smirked while Y/N felt her heart flutter at those words. They weren’t officially an item but god did Y/N want that with her. “Rosalie Otterbourne we’re not even dating” she placed her hands on her hip smiling when Salome swooped by kissing them both on the cheek before disappearing again, she’d congratulate her later. Rosalie on the other hand wrapped a slender arm around her waist pulling her in, their faces inches apart. “When I said I wanted you and that you were mine, I meant it so in fact Y/N Calloway we are dating. That would also explain why I’m taking you on a date… right now”

Rosalie and Y/N sat across from each other in a dim lighted restaurant, soft jazz music floated through the air bouncing off the dark golden colored walls. The booth they were seated in a deep velvet maroon color blending in perfectly with the dark atmosphere. They both nursed a glass of red wine in the back of the establishment holding hands underneath the table. Y/N being oddly quiet scanning her surroundings with a tense body. She was afraid someone would notice the stole longing glances they threw at each other, the touchiness exchanged and why there were no men present at the booth. Rosalie on the other hand was calm relaxing into her side glancing around as well. They had nothing to worry about seeing as not the only was the owner dating another man, most of the guests in here were just like them: hiding their homosexual relationships.

“Suga, relax baby ya as stiff as my hair when I add too much hairspray! Everyone in here is just like us.” She reassured but never pushing the other woman. Even though she wanted nothing more than to pull the other woman closer maybe share a few kisses, she respected boundaries and she would let Y/N move at her own pace. Y/N slowly started to relax leaning in closer to the other woman wanting to be closer, “Sunflower.. wrap your arms around me please” she whispered scooting over slowly. Rosalie immediately pulled her companion into her arms gazing at her with longing eyes, she wanted to kiss her but held back out of respect for her.

They ordered their food and we’re now sitting there side by side eating it. Rosalie with a steak, steamed broccoli and baked potato, Y/N with grilled salmon, grilled asparagus and yellow rice. “How’d you like the performance Suga? Aunt Salome blow them folks outta the water or what?” Y/N sat in thought for a moment before grinning “she absolutely killed it tonight sunflower! Remind me to congratulate her”. Rosalie nodded finishing the last bite of her food, “will do suga, ya ready to go?” Y/N wiped her mouth with her napkin nodding her head “let’s go”.

Rosalie and Y/N walked down the sidewalk under the starry sky with their arms linked together. Anyone on the outside would just assume they were two close friends and that’s the way they liked it, no one needed to be in their business anyway. Rosalie cleared her throat tossing Y/N a glance before speaking “I know we ain’t known each other long but I can’t help but feel like the good lord sent you for me. I ain’t neva felt this way before about anyone not even my almost fiancé back in Egypt… I want you to be mine, want you to be my woman.. Ion care bout none of these laws or people on the outside looking in who are too ignorant to understand our version of love”. Y/N gazed at Rosalie nodding her head immediately “there’s nothing left to be said but yes Rosalie Otterbourne, I will be your woman”.

Rosalie spoke no words she just smiled and pulled Y/N for a deep kiss not realizing they were in front of the hotel. She looked up then back at her partner gently tugging her hand, “come up with me.. I meant what I said… stay the night” and with that her lips were on Y/N’s again only giving Y/N enough time to reply with a breathlessly “Yes”

#letitia wright #rosalie otterbourne #death on the nile #rosalie otterbourne × black!fem!reader #1930s au #letitia wright x reader

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axailslink · 2 years ago

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Lipstick Stain

Rosalie Otterbourne x poc FEM reader

Summary: You're being cute with Rosalie and kissing on her which leads Salome to notice a lipstick stain on her cheek.

Snippet from the fic: “ "I love that woman more than the stars in the sky love the dark." ”

You hate when Rosalie leaves to take on new shows with her aunt Salome. You tell her all the time that she should branch out on her own she's just as good as her aunt and you could be her manager but she laughs at the thought. So once a month you both prepare yourselves for a week or two without each other where her and her aunt travel to beautiful places to perform.

Rosalie packs her suitcase in a hurry while you watch sitting on your shared bed the sadness is evident in your eyes when she buckles the clasps she looks up and is immediately saddened too. "Y/n don't" you sigh and try to suck up the emotions that are soon to come pouring out of you like a fountain but it's of no use because when she approaches you and gently touches your cheek your eyes are quick to water. "Rose" she nods as she straddles your lap both of her hands finding their way to your face before the tears can fall "I know I know please don't cry because I'll cry and you look too beautiful you've got your makeup done and you're all dressed. Please." You nod as you peck her lips her smile is immediate as she wipes at the single tear that's found its way to her thumb and kisses right underneath your eye. "You're so easy to sadden we've done this many times dearest." The look you give Rosalie as she continues to rub your cheeks is the perfect example of love-struck. "It never stops hurting. I love you more than the stars in the sky love the dark Rosalie Otterbourne." Rosalie laughs and shakes her head "and I love you more than the sun loves the moon... But when the sun goes up the moon goes down and it's time for the sun to go up." She's always been better with her words truthfully it's kind of annoying but it can be endearing.

"Rose" Rosalie looks down at you "yes?" You make sure she's looking you in your eyes when you say "you've got a little something here" Rosalie looks back at the mirror in front of you both only for you to surprise her with a firm kiss on her cheek. When Rosalie turns around to face you again her smile is wide and lighting up not only the room but your emotions too. She has her ways. "Mhm c'mon give me a kiss beautiful. I'd tie you down and keep you here before I let you leave without kissing me good bye." You gently grab Rosalie's chin with your pointer finger and thumb making sure she's looking directly at you with half lidded love struck gaze she's giving you which only makes you smile as you pull her to you slowly closing the distance between you two. Rosalie expects your lips on her own but she's shocked when she feels your lips everywhere but on her own. You leave trails of kisses from her jaw to her neck and you don't stop as you get to the collar of her blouse in fact you unbutton it a bit so you can keep going until you reach just above her right breast. Rosalie lets you as her arms wrap around your neck keeping you close.

Rosalie's gaze turns towards the living room door as she hears creaking on her porch she''s quick to push you away seeing her aunt through the sheer curtain covering the front door peak through the window. "Shit I've lost track of time" you prop yourself up on the bed with your elbows as you watch her panic and grab her bags when she starts to head for the door you cock a brow. "You're forgetting something" Rosalie turns on her heel and thinks for a moment as Salome knocks on the front door impatiently "what? What am I forgetting?" You take your time getting up as you pull her to you by her waist she smiles but the panic is still written on her face. You pay it no mind that woman can wait. You press a soft firm kiss to her lips as you gently button her blouse covering the lipstick stains you placed only minutes ago. Rosalie being all hot and bothered only makes the kiss a lot more sensual as her hand grabs the back of your neck deepening the kiss causing you to let a moan of surprise. Usually Rosalie doesn't get like this because she knows she'll have to wait a week or two for her to act on the thoughts currently running through her mind but today she just can't help herself.

The deeper and sloppier the kiss gets the more impatient Salome gets her knocks become rapid and she's starting to shake the door handle now too. You're the one to break the kiss as you gasp for air while Rosalie only smiles knowing the effect she has on you. "Don't miss me too much" you smile and shake your head "I'd be a fool not to miss you." Rosalie nods in agreement as she finally answers the door and you follow behind her.

"About damn time Rosalie! Girl you ready?" Rosalie nods but Salome takes a moment to take in Rosalie's figure the way she walked with her bags she seemed a bit staggered as if her undergarments are wet, the way she looks a bit disheveled and the lipstick on her collar and cheek doesn't go unnoticed. "What happened to you love? You get into a fight with your lipstick this morning?" You keep quiet as you sit on the couch flipping through the newspaper. "No ma'am just running a bit late is all" Salome glances at you then Rosalie "was it your lipstick or your roommate? I've heard you not a good girl to have around mines." You smile as you answer "no ma'am I'd never hurt her. I wouldn't dare mess up that pretty face she's my best girlfriend." Yeah that she is.

Rosalie's aunt has never liked you and you think this is because you "corrupt" Rosalie and make her think she can be her own woman you're the reason she's got her own house and her own life... Almost. Rosalie smiles to herself but bites her inner cheek when Salome looks back at her. "Aunty you seemed to be knocking in a rush I think we'd better go." Salome nods as she turns around and makes her to the door Rosalie watches and waits for her to hit the corner in which she can no longer see inside the house before planting a soft kiss on your lips. "She doesn't hate you just so you know" you nod a bit unsure about that.

The car ride is long and silent for a while until Salome interrupts it "you and that girl need to be careful. Two pretty women in a nice house with no male visitors it ain't hard to know what's going on between you two." Rosalie smiles at the thought of you not paying attention to her words "I love her" Salome nods "I know you do the lipstick stains on your collar and cheek proves the same from her." Rosalie pulls out her handheld mirror and wipes gently at the lipstick left from earlier. "Oh no you don't understand. I love that woman more than the stars in the sky love the dark."

"Please tell me that doesn't mean I have to be nice to her." Rosalie's laugh is so loud it echoes as she leans into the seat and points her mirror at her aunt "I knew you liked her" Salome smiles to herself "she's alright...ish." Rosalie groans and grabs her arm shaking it "admit it she's lovely. She cooks and cleans and she looks so well doing it. Not only that she loves me just as much as I love her. No man has ever! So say iiiiiit." Salome shrugs "alright she's lovely."

A/n: it's been one busy fucking week man and next week is going to be the same.

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axailslink · 2 years ago

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The ole one bed trope

What is the one bed? Okay so basically it's where the characters are in a situation where they have to share a bed usually this in like enemies to lovers FICS. Alright let's get into the scenarios. ✌🏾💕

With characters I write for

Shuri Udaku

(You've been injured in battle and Shuri patches you up. To let you get some rest she suggests you take her bed but you refuse because she won't have anywhere to sleep.)

Shuri carefully helps you to her bed one hand on your lower back and the other resting in front of you in case you fall forward. She watches as you get comfortable before turning on her heel to make her leave but you mumble in your horse voice "where are you going?" Shuri glances at you while she grabs a blanket off the edge of the bed "The couch you need all the room you can g-" "no" you sit up slowly causing Shuri to run to your side "lay down Y/n" you shake your head no. "Absolutely not you can have your bed I'll take the couch." Shuri places her hand firmly on your bare tummy keeping you in place "I'll sleep in my bed if you do too the couch is not of the right comfort for your current state."

Shuri is watching you all night as you sleep making sure you don't turn or move too much. Eventually she wraps her arm around your torso so that she can sleep peacefully knowing you won't be able to accidentally cause harm to yourself.

Riri Williams

(You and your academic enemy Riri Williams have to share a bed in a hotel room on a trip off campus)

Riri glances at you momentarily but before your stare can meet hers she turns back towards the bed. "You want the right or the left side?" You shake your head and scoff "I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you" Riri rolls her "I don't think it's that big of a deal you stay on your side and I stay on mine" you nod slowly in agreement "that means your feet stay on your side too." Riri nods smiling a bit to herself.

Eventually you both end up sharing the bed because Riri refuses to let you sleep anywhere else because of comfort issues. When you wake the next morning you're practically tied together. Your legs are tangled in each other and her arms are wrapped around your waist. When Riri wakes she doesn't move because she doesn't want to disrupt your sleep and comfort.

Rosalie Otterbourne

(You need to spend the night over a friend's because you need the comfort and Rosalie who's crushing on you like a school girl doesn't mind.)

Rosalie thinks nothing of it in fact she suggests you cuddle "do you have enough blanket? I could get you another..." You shake your head as you let yourself cuddle with Rosalie your face in her neck. Rosalie can't sleep the whole night because you're so close to her breathing in her scent she's as still as a rock. you of course notice her lack of movement and mumble tiredly into her ear "I don't bite" she chuckles and whispers to herself "I'm sure I'd like it if you did." you do not hear Rosalie's words due to the exhaustion your body has carried with you all day.

Rosalie wakes first and is just admiring you but as soon as you wake up she's creating distance between you two trying to make sure you don't notice the feelings she obviously has for you.

Jamie Harrison

(Jamie invites you to her flat for the first time in your relationship.)

Jamie is fresh out the shower with her towel wrapped tightly around her body "you're staring" you turn your attention to the cover suddenly finding the pattern on it really interesting. "I wasn't" Jamie laughs and sits on the bed beside you "yeah you were don't fucking lie you're terrible at it!" You laugh and pull the blanket over the lower half of your body "man just get dressed so I can have someone to cuddle."

Jamie is a terrible sleeper you definitely wake up with her knee in your back but before that all is good and you're wrapped in her like she's the blanket covering you both.

Vivienne Scotty (Scotty)

(Times are rough and Scotty offers you a place to stay)

Scotty grabs a basket of blankets and starts to make herself a pallet on the floor you watch confused because Scotty's bed is definitely big enough for two people maybe four if you're lucky. "Scott" Scotty hums in return and you climb out of the bed grabbing her arm gently "there's room up here." Scotty shakes her head "no it's fine." You pull Scotty to you "it's your bed and you have work in the morning you need good sleep" Scotty smiles seeing how caring you are "so you want me to sleep with you? In that bed?" Scotty laughs nervously as she glances at your hand holding hers. "Yeah. In this bed. Tonight. Get up here."

There's a huge gap between the two of you it's nothing but cold blankets filling it. Scotty refuses to interrupt your space any more than she needs to so she's hanging off of the bed claiming she's comfortable. After a while you pull a sleeping Scotty on the bed only for her to roll over on you and not move for the rest of the night. She's embarrassed the next morning as you tell her how tight she was holding on to you.

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axailslink · 2 years ago

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The heart of a man

Rosalie Otterbourne x poc FEM reader

Part 1, Part 2

Summary: You have a diary in which you express how you want to be with a woman it finds its way into Rosalie's hand and she finds herself fascinated because she relates to too many of your words.

Snippet from the fic: “ You turn on your heel to approach the door but Rosalie grabs your arm firmly "with your permission I'd like to read the rest." ”

Everyone in the church scatters like roaches as church service finds itself coming to an end. Rosalie is of course one of the last as she speaks with the preacher asking about his family and well-being. When she turns to dismiss herself from the conversation she bumps into you and you're smitten. You know of Rosalie because everyone knows of Rosalie.

Rosalie is the embodiment of the word "independent" she was well raised by her aunt Salome Otterbourne and is also a bit like her in many ways but they differ when it comes to beauty. Rosalie's beauty is unlike any other her sharp facial features draw you in first then her alluring eyes will hold you in a demanding stare and soon your eyes will find their way to her lightly glossed and very kissable lips. You're brought back to reality when Rosalie speaks in that very distinct voice of hers "my apologies Y/n I hadn't noticed your presence" you shake your head "no you're perfectly fine Rosalie I was just leaving." The pastor sighs "you were trying to leave without my knowledge so I couldn't ask you to sing for the choir next Sunday? I've heard that voice you've got on you girl. Why don't you use it? Come sing for us." You place your leather journal down as you engage in conversation with the very persistent pastor.

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After convincing your pastor you'd make the church burn in flames if you sang, you leave in a hurry to get away before the first lady could try to convince you otherwise.

Rosalie finds herself staying behind to help clean. When she's finally finished your little journal peeking beneath a couple sheets of music papers catches her interest. She knows you wouldn't have left it purposefully so she grabs it before leaving she of course had thoughts on returning said journal but the urge to reveal its contents definitely overpowers the urge to return it.

Rosalie spends many nights reading the pages of your journal finding out who you really are and what you actually want from a relationship. She hadn't expected for these pages to be so intimate. None of these words had she ever expected to come from you.

Shy reserved Y/n you're truly the romantic type.

Rosalie feels like she truly knows you the more she reads she even has favorite quotes from your seemingly continuous daily entries but today she finds one specific entry very interesting it has no title which is odd because all the others do. Unlike the others this seems to be ramblings of your own thoughts and Rosalie's invested. So much that she's cuddled into her couch with a box of cracker jacks with her radio turned off so she can lose herself in your writing.

I truly believe I have no heart because when he smiles at me I feel nothing but HER presence makes me feel everything my heart speeds up and I get nervous. I want her in a way that I can't have her. I want Rosalie Otterbourne. I want to kiss her. I want to touch her. I want to love her the way this man thinks he loves me.

Rosalie shoots up from her spot so fast with no emotion but shock filling her mind. This is the first time a name has been mentioned throughout this leather book and it's her name.

In the earlier pages Rosalie's fingers ran over many words no one should say in the innocence of daylight for example what you'd want to do to a woman how you'd like to please a woman. It's all shocking to her that she's the woman you had in mind as you wrote such sinful things. You Y/n L/n want to please a woman and not just any woman but Miss Rosalie Otterbourne.

Rosalie is left speechless but her moment of shock is cut short when a loud and hard knock on her door breaks the silence of the room. Not used to visitors Rosalie tramples over the many books decorating her floor so well you wouldn't know there was carpet underneath. She makes her way to the closest gown which she pulls over her previously nude body before quickly approaching the door.

Rosalie was so enamored in your journal she hadn't noticed it was pouring down rain so when she opens the door she immediately welcomes you into her home. "Y/n why the visit?" Rosalie centers herself in front of you to avoid your sight of the journal which she isn't aware you had already caught sight of when you first entered. Your eyes take in the beautiful sight in front of you as you rid yourself of your coat "I was informed that you may have something that belongs to me Miss Otterbourne."

Rosalie ponders if she should lie but she chooses not to. Well…not fully anyways. Is making something up on the spot a lie? "Ah you mean the leather book, yes? I meant to return it I've just been occupied…" you don't believe her for a second it may not have taken her long to make herself presentable but the open state of your journal and her nervous expression makes it all clear.

She's read it. She's read every filthy thought that you've had about her. She's read how you want to put your tongue in places it shouldn't be and how you wish you could please her the way no man ever could.

"Was it a good read?" Rosalie's attention turns to the journal just for a moment before it lands back on you "oh yes it was a lovely read I'm deeply sorry that I didn't ask first…I found myself captiv-"

"Lovely you say and what about it was lovely Miss Otterbourne? My diction? Maybe my tone or perhaps it was the mention of your name?" You pick the journal up and look over the page smiling at your cursive and how beautiful her name looks written in black ink.

"I won't tell anyone I never meant to see it. I was curious is all your writing is amazing I couldn't put it down once I had read the first page. I find myself needing to read more" you nod "if you promise that you won't speak a word of this I'll be taking my leave." You turn on your heel to approach the door but Rosalie grabs your arm firmly. She doesn't feel it but your heart quickens from her warm touch "with your permission I'd like to read the rest."

A/n: Part 2 is already in the works and will be a bit longer this is a filler chapter. Also before anyone can say it yes I've not made a fic in a while I know it's just that school is bussing my ass but thankfully my wifi went out so I had some time today.

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axailslink · 2 years ago

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Fluff where Rosalie Otterbourne kisses the reader

Kiss me while no one's watching

Summary: Rosalie enjoys a night of you gently rocking her to the beat of the music at a local ladies bar. Seeing as you're the only woman there she considers her type she takes her shot and asks for a kiss.

Snippet from the fic: “ "What kind of woman is Rosalie Otterbourne? The kind that likes to be kissed while no one's watching" ”

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Rosalie can't stop the smile that spreads on your face when you twirl her around and she gently grinds herself against you "you dirty dancing on me?" She laughs immediately shaking her head "you're the one guiding me" it's your turn to laugh now.

The night had been boring before she arrived, of course, there were many other women but none came into the room the way she did. She caught your attention so fast the ice in your drink had time to melt while you watched her walk around eying everyone. Her eyes may have found yours a few times and you weren't afraid to stare back in fact your eyes wandered every part of her from her head to the shoes on her feet. While your wondering eyes were not at all subtle neither were hers she had her eyes set on you too watching as you spoke to the other women watching as you watched her. When she approached you she couldn't hide her uneasiness that's something you hadn't expected from this woman you knew nothing of but the way she walked was elegant and demanded attention and you were quick to give it to her.

"You right you right" you laugh as you place your head on the dip of her shoulder and neck as you continue to sway her body against your own keeping a reasonable distance between you both. You can't help but breathe her scent in her perfume smells sweet you can't describe it but it's pleasant as it wraps around the both of you fogging your mind with thoughts of her. "I've enjoyed dancing with you" you hum at her words before replying just above a whisper so only she can hear "then you'll enjoy kissing me too" you don't see it but Rosalie smiles to herself "here?" She glances around "no I like my privacy... I know you're probably not a car girl but let me walk you to your car and maybe we see how the night goes?" She hums and glances around "how about I show you the kind of woman I am?" She pulls away to see your face now and you can't complain at the view in front of you but the feeling of having her so far away from you works your nerves.

"What kind of woman are you Rosalie Otterbourne?" She smiles and backs away taking your hand with her slowly creating distance but you don't let it break as you follow her she walks you to a backroom which you aren't sure either of you should be in but what does that matter? "What kind of woman is Rosalie Otterbourne? The kind that likes to be kissed while no one's watching" she closes the door behind you and she's quick to walk over to you but doesn't move seeing as you're rooted to the floor and avoiding eye contact. "You're nervous" you shake your head even though you admit you are indeed nervous "how can I not be? A beautiful woman stands with me alone in a room neither of us own requesting a kiss. I'm scared shitless." You finally build the urge to walk forward and grab her hand all while your heart is pounding so hard in your chest you can hear it in your ears.

"Do you think I'm not? Scared shitless?" Rosalie smiles at you now it's a nervous one she hadn't worn a nervous smile all night it's beautiful more beautiful than her normal one it shows true emotion true beauty. "Beautiful is a trait we both share I'm nervous just looking at you because I know you wouldn't have to say much to get me to kiss you." Your heart is continuously pounding so hard you're scared she might feel it just by touching your wrists. You pull her to you carefully hands firm on her waist keeping her close so that you get the best view of her. "What would I have to say?" You ask taking a glance at her small pretty lips. You're both so close now that you're practically breathing in her perfume while she's doing the same with you "not a damned word."

That's all the words exchanged before she's grabbing you and pulling you to her by your dress. Though she's nervous surprisingly she initiates the kiss she's groping every part of you usually something of this sort would make you feel disgusted and violated but from her, these touches have quite a different effect. You can't help yourself as you grab one of her wandering hands and place it firmly on your upper thigh she pulls away for a moment from the kiss glancing at the sudden hand placement. She doesn't move an inch instead she takes a moment to stare at you in amazement before kissing down your neck and returning to your lips.

Her lips are swollen and covered in saliva so are yours but what does that stop? Nothing as your hands are wandering up her dress touching every piece of skin you can get your hands on. You stop only when you feel her undergarments in the way although the touches and kisses you've shared tonight have proven she wouldn't stop you there's no way you could go that far. As if the universe has read your mind the rattling of the door shoots every ounce of fear only God can instill in you through your veins. You're quick to back away from the door but Rosalie stays there rubbing her eyes makeup covers her hands and her eyes are glassy as if she's been crying.

What is this? Not only is she beautiful she's incredibly smart if she's going to do what you think she is. When the door opens a woman stands and immediately worries for Rosalie who's whimpering and has her head down "I'm sorry me and my friend wondered inside in hopes of some privacy. I just lost my husband to the war and I don't know how to react to all this commotion nowada-" the woman doesn't let her finish as she shakes her head "I completely understand I'm so sorry no one uses this room any way you just take your time miss." Rosalie nods as the woman slowly shuts the door when Rosalie's sure she's gone she turns back to you and you give her a soft clap. "I applaud you miss Otterbourne you put on a good show." Rosie smiles "well I couldn't let her interrupt us now could I?" You smile as she approaches you "I'd guess not... Beautiful and quick on her feet you've got to be a conwoman" Rosalie shrugs "no con woman just a woman that knows what she wants and right now I want to get out of here" you raise a brow "and go where?" She hums as she searches for an answer "my hotel room. Your house. Your bedroom. Possibly that pretty automobile of mine either way I'll be satisfied." You nod slowly "alright Rosie which will it be?" Rosalie smiles at the nickname you just gave her while you stare at her messed-up makeup and can't help but smile. "I prefer a warm bed what's your house like?"

A/n: Typed this up right before bed please enjoy ☺️ I should probably learn to post at a reasonable time. (I honestly forgot this was a request while I was writing so uhm my bad.😅)

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axailslink · 2 years ago

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You gone let her wear that?

With all of the characters I write for starting with...

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Riri watches as you look in the mirror at your fit it's the tiniest clothes you own your crop is tight against your breasts and your jeans are tighter hugging your ass perfectly. Your crop is cut off right below the tiddies you can't reach up or you're giving the whole world a full view of the goodies. One of Riri's friends notices this and mumbles "so you just gone let her wear that?" Riri looks over at you and shrugs "I'm five foot one and she could rock my shit real smooth so yeah she got all the free range plus I'm not her daddy" "our neighbors would beg to differ" you mumble but Riri catches your words and smiles to herself.

Rosalie Otterbourne x poc FEM reader

Not many people are aware of your relationship with Rosalie but your brother is very aware and always finds something to comment on. Today's topic is that your dress is too showy. "Rose, how can you let your woman just walk around showing everything? Her legs and bosom are just in plain view what if some man decides to just snatch her up?" Rosalie looks up from her book and places her pen inside it before answering. "As you said, MY woman. She's my woman so I needn't worry about some man who could barely afford the shoes she has on her feet." You smile to yourself as your brother glances at your heels. "No other man nor woman could afford her likes and needs. I won't have that problem. However, you should check on your woman." Damn you can't help but smile to yourself that woman just gets so much finer when she speaks.

Jamie Harrison x poc FEM reader

You pull on your tiny shorts and kiss Jamie she smiles at you and shakes her head "damn you're really something." Leanne watches you both with pure disgust written all over her face "she's dressed like a slut and she's going to leave like that...you're going to let her leave like that?" Jamie nods "yes she can dress however she wants I'm no fucking cop I'm not going to hell her what she can and can't wear." Jamie rolls her eyes and plants a soft kiss on your cheek "like what the fuck?"

Vivienne Scott (Scotty) x poc FEM reader

Scotty gets dressed for work as you get dressed too and she's watching as you keep pulling on clothes and then taking them off not satisfied with the finished product. Dean watches you both struggle to pick out your outfits for the day and he notices how your clothes are barely covering anything. "Goodness gracious Y/n do you own anything for the winter season? Scotty, she just walks around half clothes all the time?" Scotty slowly looks up from her dresser "I hadn't noticed but if that's what she wants to wear I have no problem with it... Now that you say that who else sees you every day?" Oh good Lord, you sigh "Scotty don't do that whole obsessed thing damn it Dean now she's going to be stalking every person that looks in my direction. Dean shrugs "she should be you're practically dressed in your underwear." You pull on a hoodie and grab Scotty by her face "don't worry you have nothing to be upset about ignore Dean he's being a dick because he can't get no dick."

Shuri Udaku x poc FEM reader

Everyone's quick to take notice of your clothing but only one person speaks about your clothing. Okoye gently nudges Shuri "princess are you aware of what your partner is wearing?" Shuri nods as she recharges her gauntlets with more vibranium "yes my girlfriend is wearing a skirt that's a bit above mid-thigh and her shirt is skin tight." Okoye blinks expecting her to say more but she doesn't because she doesn't feel the need to. Okoye gawks at your clothing "so you're going to let her leave like that?" Shuri looks up at Okoye "yes I'll never tell her what she can and can't do she'll try to fight me. Even though I'd surely win I don't want to test how much she cares about my life when it comes to her clothing choice."

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axailslink · 2 years ago

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What kind of fair date are they?

A/n: I know it's no longer fair date season (at least not where I live) but I just have to do it in honor of valentine's day coming up but that has nothing to do with this fic anyways enjoy.

Riri williams 🤎

(Definitely eats all the sweets and complains about it later.)

Riri has stopped for every food or sweet related truck since you both arrived and you're not upset but oh she's going to be later when she's throwing up and calling you. While Riri focuses on what you're both going to eat you're currently tossing rings around these dumb fucking glass milk bottles hoping to get her a teddy or something to take home. You've been at it for ten minutes now you probably spent more money here than for the bracelets on both your wrists but you're determined. You smell something sweet behind you and that's all you need to know that tells you that it's Riri. She places a gentle peck on your lips as you continue tossing the plastic rings "what'd you get me?" She shrugs "nachos and got myself cotton candy I'm not all that hungry" you nod as you finally toss your last ring. "Not hungry or full of the ice cream you bought earlier?" Riri laughs and shrugs "I'll regret it later right now eat one of these nachos" Riri carefully lifts one to your mouth and you eat it. "Fucking weirdo" you comment as you chew it and return to the tossing game. "Fucking loser" she replies seeing as you suck at this whole ring tossing game thing.

Shuri Udaku 🤎

(wins all the booth games and gives you the teddies she wins because you claimed you never got one from the fair.)

Shuri has stacked up on the amount of teddy bears she's won for you she's damn near played every set up game here. At first you were flattered but now you're wondering where the hell you're going to put all of these plushies and teddy bears. "My love I think we should go now..." Shuri shrugs "I have one more game one more plush to win. "You've won damn near everything I think you've made your point" Shuri sighs "you told me you could never win the crooked games at the fair so I'm going to win everyone. Can you let me do that for you?" You can't help but smile and shake your head "we're going to be here all fucking night" you sigh and sit on the edge of the booth "but go ahead I enjoy watching you spend your money." Shuri rolls her eyes and laughs.

Rosalie Otterbourne 🤎

Pretty girl refuses to get on any of the rides but loves anything that will possibly get her wet or dirty (rides the animatronic bull) *let's just imagine she went to a fair in our time you know since her character is based in like the 1930s*

Rosie does not know how to have fun she's been stuck to you like glue since you've arrived she's more attracted to the set up booths than the actual rides. You've finally managed to pull her away from the set up booths you can see she's bored but she says nothing as she carefully walks over the grass trying not to scuff her shoes. Her eyes finally catch something that grabs her attention quickly "hold this" Rosalie leaves you with her wallet as she hurriedly goes over to the woman controlling the bull you sigh and follow behind. When you catch up she's already on the bull holding onto the rope you pay the woman as you put her name on the list and watch. Rosalie's beautiful smile is quick to return to her face as the woman turns the bull on. It starts slow first and she's easily holding on with one hand but it's quick to speed up and you're just laughing as she struggles to keep on but she's not letting go easily. She's glancing at you while the bull is going back and forth wildly causing her hair to unpin. After a while the bull moves erratically causing her to finally fall but she's quick to get up and laugh it off. You shake your head as she walks over and hugs you laughing in your ear. "You should go next" you shake your head "absolutely not" she pulls you towards the bull "yes! C'mon have fun show me how long you can ride the bull" she winks at you and you nod. "Oh you want to see how long I can ride?" She nods "yeah show me a little something something" she shakes her shoulders and you laugh watching her as she pulls you to the woman.

Jamie Harrison 🤎

Tries hard to win you teddies but is kind of a sore loser so you win them for her instead will she act completely pissed yeah? Will she cherish that teddy for life? Absolutely.

Jamie has won nothing it's amusing to watch her try so hard then win nothing in return. You enjoy watching her little fits afterwards she's mumbling curses and rubbing her hands together. She sees you laughing and she's quick to cock her brow "what? You can do better?" You nod "baby I can do best pick a game any game." Jamie walks over to the balloon popping game and you sigh "I fucking hate this game" Jamie smiles and kisses your cheek "for good luck smartass" you pay the man and he hands you three darts. "Alrighty miss you get three darts and three chances to get three of the same color but since you're so pretty how about you get any three of them colors I give you a small prize?" You laugh "nah I'm aiming for a big one for my girl" the guy nods and moves out of the way. With ease you pop three red balloons and Jamie's a sore fucking loser as she watches you give her the plush she was supposed to give you instead. "I don't like you" you laugh and walk off "you weren't saying that last night" you sing Jamie smiles to herself as she follows behind you. "Obviously I was too busy teaching you how to play the guitar!" You laugh and correct yourself "I'm sorry I meant the night before last."

Vivienne Scott (Scotty) 🤎

Scotty strays away from the booth games claiming that they are "fixed"

"C'mon you don't want to get on the rollercoaster and you won't eat here because let's be honest seven dollars for ice cream is fucking ridiculous... Just play one of the booths with me and win us a teddy bear or something." Scotty shakes her head as she glances at the closest booth "they're all fixed they just take your money and you get no prize" you hum and shake your head "nah you probably just suck at the games" you nudge her shoulder and she scoffs "I do not" you nod slowly "you literally have no hand correlation you couldn't catch a ball in slow motion." Scotty laughs and shakes her head "I could... possibly" you laugh and grab her hand "well don't worry your hands are good for something else." Scotty stares at you and shakes her head in disappointment "really? That doesn't make me feel better I want to win you a plush" you smile and pull her towards the booth. "Then go on win me a teddy big head" Scotty smiles at you "if I lose this booth is rigged" you shake your head "nah you just fucking suck."

A/n: Not really edited because I'm terrible at editing and watching the TWD at the same. Anyways happy early valentine's or not because not everyone celebrates holidays.

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axailslink · 2 years ago

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Letitia Wright

Playing Rosalie Otterbourne in Death on the Nile 2022

Rosalie Otterbourne is said to be the boarding school friend of Linnet Ridgeway but she's also Salome Otterbourne's niece and manager. She knows how to handle her financials well and she doesn't sign without reading. Rosalie likes her cash up front too. She plays the piano and sometimes sings with her aunt.

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axailslink · 2 years ago

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Go big or go home

Rosalie Otterbourne x poc FEM reader

Summary: Rosalie likes that you take interest in her but it's too bad she knows she might only see you once. Well go big because home for her is very far.

Rosalie Otterbourne Salome Otterbourne's niece and manager she is a real find rare in today's world her walk has class and so does her style there are not many words to describe it. You don't see many black women with such power it attracts you immediately you've been eyeing her since the music came to the party. She's quick to ask the man for the money for her entertainment but he doesn't see why she should have it before which leads her to say "so if you want a little music I want to see some green or whatever color money is in your country." Those words make you chuckle as her eye catches yours but she quickly returns her attention back to the man as he hands her a small envelope which she smiles at. When he leaves she lets her gaze fall on you while she lifts her hands up as if to signal the music to start. When she approaches you you cross your legs and smile "miss Rosalie Otterbourne the woman you are." She smiles as you praise her "I couldn't say the same for you I don't know of you but you sure do like keeping an eye on me" you nod "my apologies I just can't keep myself contained when I see such a beautiful black woman in charge. I'm Y/n" Rosalie smiles and hums "well Y/n I like to take charge and if you say I'm beautiful it must be true.

You both listen to the music your eyes never leave each other the whole night you listen to her talk about her pride and how she enjoys singing. "Dance with me" she smiles and shakes her head "we shouldn't" you nod "I understand." She can see how this makes your smile drop a bit "we can't if we could I'd dance with you all night long..." Rosalie glances at her aunt as she approaches you both "the night is coming to an end Rosalie I think we've seen enoug-" "I would like to take a guest with us for the night." Salome eyes you up and down but says nothing to you "well then let's go." You follow Rosalie without question as the driver opens the door she grabs your hand and pulls you in. Salome only spares you both a few glances "you're taking me home?" Rosalie smiles "I'm taking you somewhere we can dance all night long and not be judged for the most part."

When you both arrive at the hotel you try to act as if you've been there but truth be told you've never seen anything like it. Rosalie's hand is quick to leave yours when you both exit the car. When you walk inside it's hard not to gawk at the beauty you find yourself staring at everything even the floor. Rosalie says goodnight to her aunt who has decided to stay in the dining area for a nightcap. While you both run to her room when you both are in she closes the door and locks it you're quick to pick her up and spin her around. "Finally alone." She laughs as you put her down but she pauses and glances at your lips she seems so hesitant you don't want to kiss her if she doesn't want the same. In this day and age this wasn't right in many people's eyes so maybe she was a bit hesitant for that reason. "I'm sorry I just haven't moved this fast in a while. Forgive me" You nod "I would never force yo-" she laughs "I know I do not hesitate because I do not like you I hesitate because I don't want to be hurt."

She kisses you anyway not giving you a chance to ask about her last comment your hands reach her waist as she gently pulls away. "You said you do not want to be hurt yet you throw yourself fully into the fire" she shrugs "it's how I've always been "go big or go home" my aunt says." She smiles "I don't live in the past and I don't get hurt so you best not hurt me." You nod slowly "good let's play some music" she turns the radio up in the room not too loud of course to disturb others but just enough and returns to you jazz plays through the small speaker. You take her hand gently and turn her around and she gently sways against you her dress rising as her hands ride up her sides "you are a fool girl dirty dancing" you shake your head and look her up and down as she lets herself dance and turn around to face you with a big smile on her face. "Maybe a bit of a fool" you can't help but smile when she lets her hands rest behind your head giving you both a moment to just stare at each other and notice every little thing. You notice the scar on her forehead you can't help but wonder how she got it and hum "so you are a jazz girl?" She shrugs "I'm a whatever plays on the radio kind of girl don't tell my aunt that though she loves the blues." You laugh "I won't" you notice Rosalie's gaze leaves you and turns to her bed in the room you can see where her thoughts are leading but you thought she was classier than this. Surely.

"I might not see you again we travel so very often..." For the first time tonight you see her facial expression sadden for a moment but her smile quickly returns as she lets her hands climb their way down your neck, past your breast, and stop at your waist she gently pulls your loose fit satin felt dress up. "Do you want to do this?" You ask her surely "go big or go home" she replies and you grab her hand "well I ain't going home" you smile and lead her to the bed "but I do like going big" she smiles as you kick your heels off and crawl onto the bed. Finally after so much dancing you feel her lips again and it's undescribable nothing can explain how she makes you feel like you're in heaven kissing an angel but also like you're in hell being tortured by a demon that constantly dangles your freedom in front of your face... That's what the kiss feels like freedom. Even if it's just for a night locked in a room hiding from the reality on the outside of the door.

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axailslink · 2 years ago

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Rosalie Otterbourne

Just watched the movie y'all ready for these fics? For her to start rolling in? I got one request to work on for her

Ignore the bad quality I've got better coming

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axailslink · 2 years ago

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Valentine's day this or that

with the characters I write for

Rosalie Otterbourne

chocolate or fruity candies 🤎 going out or staying in 🤎 stuffed animals or flowers 🤎 red or pink 🤎 movie date or doing crafts together 🤎 a dress or a suit 🤎 fancy dinner out or netflix n chill 🤎 preparing romance for someone or being romanced 🤎 best friend date or romantic date 🤎 valentine's cards or valentine's candy 🤎 cooking for someone or being cooked for 🤎 white chocolate or milk chocolate or dark chocolate 🤎 pet names or real names 🤎 horror movie date or romcom movie date 🤎 hand made gift or purchased gift 🤎

Shuri Udaku

Jamie Harrison

Riri Williams

Vivienne Scott (Scotty)

A/n: Sorry for the inactivity I've been busy lately and I will probably continue to be busy anyways Valentine's day is getting close y'all got Valentine's yet or do you not celebrate? If so that's fine too how's your day?

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You remember my name

Rosalie Otterbourne x masc FEM reader

Summary: You have had your eyes set on Rosalie but she has avoided you like no other until she finds out you're not anything like she originally thought.

Snippet from the fic: “ "are you a little different?" It is a valid question in your defense Rosalie is never seen near a man and when one hits on her or tries to get with her she walks the other way." ”

Rosalie Otterbourne is a sight for any eye as she walks toward the diner heels making all the noise they can as she struts. You aren't expecting to see her here but you're quick to hop out of the car and approach her. "You are quite the babe you know that?" she sighs when she hears your voice "not now I'm busy could you do me a favor and mind your own?" you expect nothing less from miss Rosalie Otterbourne any man that comes her way is sure in for a rude awakening but lucky for her you're not a man. "How about you do me a favor doll and let me take you home" Rosalie scoffs as she enters the diner "unc Tate please tell me you have auntie's plate ready" a man behind the bar shakes his head "sorry darling it'll be a minute y/n you want something?" you shake your head and Rosalie blinks for a moment he's got quite the feminine name she thinks to herself. Rosalie looks at you real close now admiring your facial structure and even glancing at your chest before she puts one and two together. you just watch as the realization hits her like a truck but she says nothing, not a word her face says it all though and so do her eyes as she keeps looking at you watching you. When her food is finally ready she grabs the plate and your arm leading you outside the diner. "you're not a man?" "no" you answer simply while she looks down at your clothing choice "then why do you dress this way?" you shrug "I just like to. Why are you looking so hard? you think im a sight for sore eyes? Don't be afraid now doll tell me the truth" Rosalie laughs "don't be a fool I just ain't never seen no woman dress like you or act the way you do."

You hum "act the way I do?" She nods and whispers her next words "act like you like women" you laugh as you walk to your car "let me drive you home for real it's too late for you to be walking." Rosalie stands on her thoughts for a moment weighing her options and one involves a probably faster and warmer way of transport home so she goes with that one.

When Rosalie's in the car you offer her your jacket which she declined at first but you could tell she was definitely cold so you gave it to her anyways. "You know you never answered my question" you glance at her then put your attention back on the dirt road "I don't recall you asking me a question" Rosalie watches you intently as she fixes her mouth to ask the question but you answer before she can. "I know what you're going to ask and no is the answer I don't like women." That is the biggest lie you have ever spilled out of your mouth Rosalie laughs before turning towards the window. "What?" When you turn onto her street and stop in front of her house she finally stops laughing "you're a terrible liar. I'd never sell you out if you're worried about that. We all are a bit different." You nod slowly and Rosalie grabs your right hand off the steering wheel while your left stays put you watch as she gently squeezes it. This little hand action prompts you to ask a question that's been bugging your mind since you first saw Rosalie "are you a little different then?" It is a valid question in your defense Rosalie is never seen near a man and when one hits on her or tries to get with her she walks the other way. Earlier is literally a great example when you talked to her today and the many times before she'd pay you no mind however when unc Tate said your name she pieced it all together and now she's finally taken you up on your generosity to drive her around.

"Maybe" you're smiling now blushing even as you're looking at her but before you can shy away she grabs your chin firmly and plants a soft kiss on your lips. Your mind can't even process it when she gets out of the car with your jacket still draped over hers shoulders. She walks to your window and you're just staring at her your mouth open but no words making their way out. She leans in the window and smiles "if it helps you think tonight I've always thought you were quite the stud." You smile and lean back in the seat "oh yeah that'll definitely help" she smiles as she walks off she walks off so confident and sexy you completely forget she's got your jacket on but it doesn't matter you'll get it back that's just a reason for you to visit her later on tonight. When she gets to the top stair she stops and turns for a moment "hey" she shouts and you cock your head "my name ain't doll or babe! It's Rosalie and you remember it now." You already knew Rosalie's name you just enjoy pissing her off but you nod "and mines Y/n you remember to return that coat" Rosalie smiles and shrugs "no thank you I think I'll keep it. It looks better on me don't you think?" It does indeed look good on her but panic settles in your body when her aunt opens the door and stares you down from a distance. "Who's that young man? He better have bought you dinner the way he's looking you up and down" Rosalie pushes her aunt in the house and waves goodbye to you. You wave back to her like some love struck idiot even though the doors closed. She may have said good bye tonight but you'll be back bright and early in the morning.

A/n: It's going to bother me if I don't say this when she says "stud" she does not mean masculine female because uhm well this is the 1930s words have different meanings. Now this ain't my best however I watched something got some inspiration and wrote it down.

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Hi could you do an angst fic with Rosalie surprise me tho because I don’t know what think of.

I would never

Rosalie Otterbourne x poc FEM reader

A/n: Maybe I'm just really fucked up but she looks absolutely gorgeous crying like.

Summary: Rosie catches a glimpse of you chatting it up with some guy and gets too into her head.

Snippet from the fic: “ "I've made a fool of myself" you nod in agreement as you grab her left hand "maybe" you bring it to your lips and kiss her ring finger causing her to smile just a bit "but I know for sure you love me as much as I love you and this is a great reassurance." ”

Rosalie can't stop grinning to herself as thoughts from last night flood her mind from the many kisses you shared to the gentle touches. Her cheerful smile doesn't leave her face as she looks through the many dress shoes in the market. You've been racing around in Rosalie's mind all day and for a moment she swears she hears your laugh but she shrugs it off. Maybe she just misses you but she hears it again. Rosalie is quick to follow the laughter with that beautiful boxy smile painted on her face. Most would assume it's fake but only you can make her smile like this. That beautiful smile doesn't stay for long though when she catches sight of some guy leaning against a wooden crate smiling all giddily at you. She shouldn't let it get to her someone else making you laugh that's fine that's totally fine and it definitely doesn't look like he's trying to get w-his hand finds yours and you're laughing nervously instead of paying him no mind like Rosalie would love to see. At this point, Rosalie needs to leave before jealousy can consume her but she can't muster up the strength to leave or to stop watching the interaction.

When you finally seem to be on your way Rosalie approaches said man "hi do you work here?" He nods "yeah do you need anything miss..?" "Otterbourne" she answers with a smile so fake it doesn't hold its usually boxy stature "I'm James what can I help you with?" You could really help me by finding another woman to be interested in.

Rosalie finds herself contemplating what she should do about the current situation. She can't take the wrong approach and accuse you of something she knows nothing of but you smiled at him and let him touch you he even had you sounding off genuine laughs. She can't hide how pissed she is when she knocks on your screen door but just for a moment her frown turns into a smile when you answer the door she has to remind herself she's upset with you.

"Rosie" you quickly pull her in and lock the door but you don't hold onto her for long as you run to close the curtains "I've told you home visits are too suspicious what are you doing here?" You can't help but smile even though this can be quite suspicious to the prying eye. A woman with money in this neighborhood? At your house? All too suspicious. "You know what? It doesn't matter I've missed you" you place a soft kiss on her lips but she just stands still. "Do you now?" You cock your brow "what's that supposed to mean? Rosie, dear what's wrong?" She hesitates for a moment seeing your concerned expression and feeling your gentle hands on her waist "who's... Who's James Y/n?" You were expecting anything but this question because who is James? "What?" You can see Rosalie getting annoyed so much that her patience is cut short as she asks "so you don't know a James now? Are you seriously trying to paint me a fool?" "I would ne-"

"Just tell me, he makes you feel better. Please tell me that you feel at home or something when you're with him. Lie to me if you have to just please tell me good reasoning as to why I'm not enough." You're quick to shake your head in disagreement and grab her face resting your thumbs on her cheeks and your palms against her jaws. "No, whoever you're talking about could never I would nev- you are enough you are just the right amount for me I swear Ros-" Rosalie breaks from your grip and aggressively wipes the tears she wasn't aware were streaming down her face until now. "Then why were you laughing at what I'm sure was the world's best joke!?" You blink for a moment as it hits you that you do know who she's speaking of "the man from the clothing market?" Rosalie scoffs and for a moment you want to laugh but she looks really hurt and this isn't the time so instead, you grab her in a tight hug. "I was laughing because he thought he had a chance with me until I told him of my wonderful partner." Rosalie turns her attention to you now and you give her a small smile in return.

Rosalie shakes her head no "oh my goodness I'm so sorry I just saw him with you and I let myself get lost in thought" you nod as Rosalie rubs her face "I would never do such a thing. Not to you. Ever" Rosalie sighs and you grab her face rather roughly making sure she's looking into your eyes as you speak "I don't know who or what you've encountered in the past but I am not them. I'm not and we will be together for a long time. In secret, if we have to but I'll never do anything like that to you. Do you understand?" Rosalie nods "absolutely" "are you sure? Because your running face would say otherwise" Rosalie can't help but be embarrassed now she laughs and turns her head. "I've made a fool of myself" you nod in agreement as you grab her left hand "maybe" you bring it to your lips and kiss her ring finger causing her to smile just a bit "but I know for sure you love me as much as I love you and this is a great reassurance." Rosalie nods to herself trying to calm herself fully "now kiss me" Rosalie chuckles because you always seem to catch her off guard "really? While I'm so everywhere? My mak-" you press a firm kiss to Rosalie's soft small lips and she smiles into it immediately letting her hands reach your face. When you pull away that boxy grin has returned to her face and you can't help but shake your head.

"I need to clean myself up" you shake your head "don't not yet first while you're still a mess maybe you could...help me bake cookies?" Rosalie cocks her head because she just knows that's not what you were about to suggest "that was not at all what you were going to say was it?" You shake your head and shy away from the topic "I mean...I was going to suggest maybe we have a repeat of last night" your words come out as mumbles but Rosalie doesn't miss a word. "What? Here? In broad daylight?" You roll your eyes at her sarcasm and sigh "I change my mind" Rosalie laughs "just like that?" You nod "just like that" Rosalie nods now and glances at your lips. A lie is what you just told her because seeing her gaze on your lips immediately changes your mind once again.

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