#shrosejan

this hurt bcs iykyk 🥲

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Jan hesitated, his hand hovering over the door handle. Of course he didn’t want to go, it just seemed as though that was the only option. “I thought you wanted me gone.”

“So did I,” Rosé admitted as he tentatively walked towards him, “but you haven’t even left and I already miss you.”

He sighed, turning to face him with his body leaning against the door. “What are we doing, Ro? Are we really calling it quits because of bad business moves?”

“It does sound kind of stupid when you put it like that…”

Jan tilted his head, “there’s more to this, isn’t there?”

Rosé chewed on his lip as he weighed the pros and cons of telling his friend the truth. But before he could finish his meticulous decision making process, poor impulse control took over and he blurted out, “I’m in love with you.”

thank you so much!! <3<3

“I don’t know what you expected when you gave me a credit card,” Jan defended with the phone pressed between her ear and shoulder.

“I expected you to have a modicum of impulse control,” Rosé retorted from her car as her driver was taking her back from the airport. “Did you not realize I get notifications for every purchase?”

There was a beat of silence. “I did not,” she quietly confessed.

The heiress sighed. “Look, I don’t want to put you on an ‘allowance’ because I’m not trying to be controlling or whatever, but you have to reel this shit in. No one needs to order five handbags in one go.”

“Since when are you an authority on fiscal responsibility?” Jan asked with a pout.

“Since my parents taught me not to blow through all my money so it actually lasts,” she retorted. “Besides, if you buy shit all the time, it won’t be exciting anymore, then how am I supposed to get you gifts?”

She sighed heavily. “Okay, okay, you make a compelling argument. I’ll be good.”

“You say that like it’s easy,” Jan replied with a solemn shake of her head.

“Well. It should be. She fucking sucked,” Rosé retorted flippantly, but frowned when it failed to make her laugh. “Listen, I get it. You loved her, your feelings are valid.” There was a beat before she followed up with, “did I do it right?”

This time, Jan did let out a soft laugh. “Yeah, you got the right idea,” she gently assured. “I wish it didn’t bother me so much, I know she wasn’t good for me.”

“You got that right,” she quickly chimed in. “Listen, baby, you deserve someone that puts you first, that listens to and cares about your feelings, who fucking gives a shit about you.”

“Yeah, sounds like you,” she remarked, not considering the weight of her implication or noticing the redness in her friend’s cheeks.

Rosé swallowed thickly to keep herself from reacting too strongly one way or another, trying to quell the racing heartbeat inside her. “I suppose it does.”

“Life would be easier if I could just date you.”

“I… imagine it would be.”

After a much more tension-filled silence, Jan broke it with, “well, maybe we should try.”

hi, i don’t feel comfortable writing friends of queens (even if they are also queens) in ships so this is just rosé/jan, sorry!!!

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Jan blinked in surprise. In the entirety of the time they’d known each other — nearly twenty years — she could barely count on one hand the amount of times Rosé had asked to stay in. “Oh of course, Rosie,” she sat beside her on the couch, “we don’t have to go anywhere, but… are you okay?”

Rosé felt a weight lift off her chest as she sighed in relief. “Thanks,” she murmured, before wincing, “yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.”

“Are you sure?”

She groaned, knowing her best friend knew her too well to just leave it at that. “I just don’t wanna run into her, she always shows up wherever we are.”

Jan didn’t ask for clarification, knowing she meant her ex. “You know, I never liked her. Let’s just stay in and have a girls night, yeah?”

Finally relaxed, Rosé cuddled up to Jan and nodded. “Yeah.”

She's My Religion - Pale Waves

But she helped me find a different kind of love Made me feel like I was finally enough But there's more going on behind the scenes She needs this love just as much as me She's cold, she's dark, she's cynical She's forever angry at the world She's no angel, but she is my religion

for your consideration: auto mechanic rosé

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Jan watched as Rosé took a drag from her cigarette, how the smoke swirled as she exhaled, how the gray smoke made the greens and blues mixed into her eyes stand out. She was utterly enraptured by the woman who was too lost in her thoughts to notice.

Rosé put the spent cigarette out in her ashtray, then set it aside before she turned to Jan. “Hey,” she greeted gently, her stoic expression melting into a warm smile. “You know, you didn’t have to wait outside with me, you can go hang out with our friends.”

wait i actually started a fic that i know im never gonna get around to finishing sooo...

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The first time Rosé and Jan were together, it was the most gentle act of intimacy either of them had experienced. Every move was made with tender care with Rosé whispering praise and reassurance to soothe Jan’s worried soul.

But it didn’t stay like that for long. If there was one thing Rosé understood, it was the lustful desires that could hide in a pretty girl with pigtails and a plaid skirt. And Jan was no exception to this.

“Rosie, I’ve been bad.”

Rosé looked at Jan as she sat on the couch, biting her lip and shaking her head, “spring cleaning, really?”

“Uh huh,” Jan was standing up on her tiptoes as she dusted the shelf, which by itself would’ve been fine, had she not been wearing the world’s shortest skirt with nothing underneath, effectively torturing her roommate who was trying to behave.

“Are you actually accomplishing anything?” she asked, pressing her thighs together.

Jan smirked to herself, “well, I’m trying to,” she hummed before ‘accidentally’ dropping the duster and making a point of bending over to pick it up.

“Jesus fucking-” Rosé didn’t bother finishing her train of thought as she got up and grabbed Jan by the hips, pulling her close. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” she husked into her ear as her hand went between her thighs and pressed against her pussy, “already wet, such a needy little slut.”

Jan whimpered softly, pressing towards Rosé’s hand, which caused her roommate to take a step back and smack her ass, making her moan.

“Use your words,” Rosé chastised, “tell me what you want.”

“Want you to fuck me,” she exhaled, “please, Rosie.”

They’re both Geminis so they definitely go between sweet & romantic and rough nasty kinky sex.

Jan seems like she’s the sweet one and Rosé the kinky one but they’re actually the other way around. Rosé is the romantic and Jan is true kinky one. But they compliment each other well and have great chemistry.

They’re also very competitive, and while not usually with each other, sometimes that does carry over into the bedroom. But after a hot sex marathon, they cuddle in the bath and watch stupid tv and are back to trying to make each other laugh.

They also enjoy couples massages and spa days for anniversaries, to get them extra in the mood for the great sex they’re gonna have in the fancy hotel room after.