#I KNOW ROXANNE LOST BUT LIKE DID SHE REALLY LOSE???? NOT REALLY

[kay-is-dying]

Rhea Ripley + Roxanne Perez + Psychological Warfare ⚖️

[trillscienceofficer]

B'Elanna's tormented history gave Roxann [Dawson] plenty to play—not only her Klingon heritage, but her background as a Maquis freedom fighter. “The more you have to chew on the easier it is, because the less you have to create yourself,” she says. “I love conflict. When you're handed a character that's just rocked with internal and external conflict, what more can you ask for as an actor? It gives you something wonderful to tackle.” Roxann acknowledges that the Maquis conflict with the Starfleet crew couldn't have played out indefinitely, but she would have liked to see it continue a little longer. “I feel that it's a bit of a shame that it was resolved so quickly. I think that what makes a show good is conflict; when things settle down too quickly you lose the tension in the characters, I understand that in the STAR TREK universe—in Gene Roddenberry's world—we all get along, but I find it interesting if we have to actually struggle to do that. Whenever there has been conflict between B'Elanna and any of the other characters I've tried to heighten it, because I think that what's interesting.” […] B'Elanna's other relationships have mostly been antagonistic, notably with Captain Janeway when she and the Maquis crew first came aboard the U.S.S. Voyager, “I feel like I've lost touch with the captain a little bit; we had wonderful things in the first couple of seasons and I wanted to get back some of that adversarial kind of mental battling kind of confrontations that we had.” The captain, of course, had another rebel on her hands when Seven of Nine joined the ship, and B'Elanna had problems with the new Borg crew member. “I loved the conflict between B'Elanna and Seven of Nine. I know at some point we had some discussion with the producers; they wanted to soften the antagonism, and I said, ‘Please, this conflict is good; let's not discard it too quickly! Let's work for an understanding between them.’ I think conflict is exciting, and they did actually maintain that. It adds so much more spice, in my opinion.”

Interview with Roxann Dawson on Star Trek: The Magazine, June 2001

I'd been told before about Dawson having expressed the opinion that it was better to keep the relationship between B'Elanna and Seven antagonistic, as a bit of trivia. I'm glad that I finally found a source for this piece of information though because the context of the interview makes it clear that Dawson was trying to keep the character of B'Elanna interesting in a way that made sense to her, without having to necessarily fall in line with the idea of a ‘conflict-less’ future that didn't accommodate for the actual effort to get there. It's an approach to storytelling that I find really appealing as well. What's disappointing to me though is that on the show we never really saw the ‘work’ that could've brought B'Elanna and Seven to an actual understanding, but rather only caught glimpses of its possibility.

[type1dragonwolf]

SAMS fan theory/rant: Is Moon a good brother?

Note: This will be a long rant, but I just want to get something off my chest.

so, is Moon a good brother? More or less, a good brother to SUN? I started coming up with this theory when I read a fan theory of how Sun could possibly die. And some of the reasons were focused around Moon and his relationship with Sun. So, I’m going to deep dive today into the reasons why his is good or bad.

Information 1: Wiki. Im going to start with the Sun and moon show wiki, and see what I picked up from there. I will just be putting examples of how he acts towards Sun. ‘Though he is closed off and puts on an act of indifference towards Sun.’ ‘He can still be mean and insulting, though he seams to try and do this in a playful way. However, he has issues with misplaced anger, often taking it out on Sun.’ ‘His relationship with Sun is not a healthy one despite both parties caring for each other.’ ‘He is also very trusting of sun, despite his gut telling him something is off.’ Those are just a few examples from the wiki. However, something stood out to me. Almost every paragraph I read, it said: ‘Sun comforted his brother’ but I hardly read any ‘Moon comforted his brother.’ You can tell from that, that’s a step down.

Information 2: Personality and impressions. This paragraph will focus on their relationship that we see on the show. When they first met, Moon threatened to kill Sun and make is life torture, just from sharing a body. When they split up, Moon decided that instead of destroying his kill-code he would put it in SUN. That caused the whole Eclipse problem. Soon, they started the show. Something I notice though, is that Sun was a LOT more outspoken, and always told Moon what he was doing. Moon, however, didn’t care. Whenever Sun accidentally said something wrong, Moon would LASH OUT at him. Skip forward a bit, they’re trapped in the bunker. Moon starts blaming Sun for things that Eclipse did, and even PUNCHED his brother. That caused a bit of FEAR in Sun. He left, and hadn’t been the same since. He shied away from his brother, not quite as outspoken as before. Skip forward a bit more. Sun killed Bloodmoon with the barrel. Instead of telling Moon when he asked, he lied, afraid of moons reaction. When moon found out, instead of talking with Sun about it, he locked him in the cellar Sun was scared of. Time travel to after Moon got his memories erased. Sun was having trouble coping. Moon was a lot nicer, and the only thing bad really, was that Moon teased him about his long gone crush on Roxanne. Then, Eclipse. Sun learned star power behind his brothers back, scared to lose him. He even lied to moons face. When moon found out, Sun was In tears from moon yelling at him. Earth even had to step in to help them talk. Fast forward to Eclipse’s ‘death.’ Sun had totally beaten himself up from Eclipse. Yes, moon did care, but Sun was still injured because of Moons mistake. The next few days we’re about moon forcing sun to go to different dimensions. Sun almost died MANY times. Fast forward, eclipse is back. Sun is freaking out, however, he tries to calm his brother. However, like before, Moon just shoved Sun away, yelling at him. The next few episodes, moon teases sun about Roxanne, calls him an idiot, and is just kinda rude. Moon knows this, and though he lost killcode and should be mean anymore, his old anger and hatred is coming back.

Information 3: other siblings and the future

this one will probably be my final paragraph. I really quickly just want to compare these two to Earth and Lunar. When they first met, Earth only have heard of Lunar, she was always sweet. They never hid information from each other, only when it was going to hurt them. When moon first woke up from the reboot, he instantly yelled at Sun. And when earth talked to castor for the first time, she didn’t hide it from lunar, instantly confronting him about it. Sun, however, didn’t tell moon of eclipse, scared of moon response. As for future predictions? Suns death has been teased MANY times. However, many people think someone will kill him. Well, I think that Sun will die, but at the hands of himself. He cares for his siblings, even thought he blames himself. He has mentioned this at his therapy session, though it’s not obvious, that he knows moon talks badly behind his back. I think the only reason he alive right now, is that he wants to fix the problem HE got blamed for, when it wasn’t his fault. And when it does, when he dies, maybe then Moon will finally see what he did.

So, in conclusion, is Moon a good brother? That’s what I want you to answer. I will put a poll with this, however if you have your own thoughts, reblog this and write it or put it in the comments. Thanks for listening to my ramble. 💕

[baa-whatever]

unrelated but just wanted to throw it out here bc I know you don't like Kidscove either--

I never understood the appeal of it? It never really felt like Sun and Foxy had any chemistry, and they hardly know each other anyway.

Plus, Sun's never been a big fan of romance ever since Roxanne. it feels like he's been pretty deterred from romance since then, so even if Kidscove wasn't queerbait- I still don't think Sun would've ever gotten into another relationship.

I don't think he ever fully got over what happened with Roxanne, since he has had bigger issues since then. Y'know?

I mean I can understand if he didn't want to immediately look for another romance after...all that happened (I honestly can't blame Eclipse because she was stringing Sun along anyway). I mean plus Eclipse kept getting in the way of his love life....since he was stuck in his head and all so there was that.

There was so much happening and Foxy was definitely not helping Sun feel any better, he made it worse. While I can understand that Foxy was trying to keep everyone safe, he put Sun in a lot of pressure instead of either of them helping Sun with the computer.

Foxy has:

-Made Sun feel bad about himself to make himself feel better when he was feeling sorry about himself 'not being a good dad after abandoning FC'.

-Brought BLOODMOON to his daycare after he murdered Earth and got her kidnapped and he didn't regret it.

-Used Sun to make money off of their shipping (That might happen again). Sun agreed to it but he wasn't comfortable with it so I don't know if he felt more pressured about it over the money or not. And yes, I know it was Monty's idea but Foxy still did it and they're both to blame. They made both Sun and Puppet uncomfortable that night.

-FC doesn't even care about Sun he see's him as more of someone he can mess with (To be fair I can't blame him after Sun left him alone with Bloodmoon twice, first time was accidental but how did he lose him the second time?).

-Foxy's straight....he's got no interest in Sun at all, he clearly likes Puppet more to the point he bought her a house until she lost it and then he let her stay at his house. They both pretty much act like parents to FC and she is WAY more protective of him than Sun.

Sun does want to get into a relationship, but Foxy is NOT the partner for him. AT ALL.

I think Sun will get a partner sooner or later, but right now it seems like too much is going on for him.

For Puppet and Foxy, at least those two being together makes sense. Both of them are cute, not going to lie, I love how they talk to each other and about each other.

[gwenbrightly]

(Re)Building the Future Chapter 1

A mixture of ideas I’ve had rolling around in my brain since Ruin came out. Please enjoy.

 "I'm so sorry…"

"I love carrot cake. Happy birthday, Cassie…"

There's a click accompanied by sobbing, and then……. Nothing… 

…….. 

………. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

"Reboot complete."

Roxy regains awareness with a groan. What happened?

She tries to sit up, but something heavy is pressing down on her. Great. Just great. It feels like one of those vehicles humans use to get around the Pizza Plex. Inferior to her golf carts, of course, but also dreadfully inconvenient to be trapped under. And Roxy would know. This isn't the first time one has fallen on her since she lost her eyes to that stupid boy, Gregory. That horrible awful loser. How she'd like to get her claws on him… 

"Roxyyy" 

Roxy tries to ignore the obnoxious voice in her head. Plotting revenge is much more appealing right now than dealing with Helpy. Unfortunately, Helpy doesn't seem to feel the same way. 

"ROXANNE WOLF!" He blasts. If she were human, the volume would probably be painful. 

"What? I'm a little busy here." Roxy finally replies, giving the vehicle another shove to prove her point. 

"You're needed down below. That silly girl showed up out of nowhere and I… May have shown her how to deactivate all of M.X.E.S's security nodes. There's nothing keeping It from getting out now!" 

"Oh, Fizzy Faz. Why would you give a child that kind of power?" Roxy really wishes cursing wasn't against her programming. 

Helpy is right (for once). This is very bad. 

"I’ve been feeling a little glitchy today, okay? Anyway," Helpy says, clearly avoiding responsibility for his mistakes, "we've got a HUGE problem, so get down there and do something."

"What exactly do you want me to do? Beat it in a race?" Roxy asks, finally managing to dislodge her good leg. 

"Beating It is an option. Just not in a race. Don't worry - I'll be here to guide you, since, you know, you can't see! I'll be like your seeing eye bear!" Helpy says enthusiastically. 

Roxy sighs. Normally, she hates spending time with Helpy. He's an annoying little digital know it all who doesn't know how to shut up. (and he did just insult her). But without her eyes, she doesn't really have a choice. Her Number 1 Twice is somewhere down below and has no idea what she's unleashed. She has to save Cassie. And taking It down is also important, she supposes. 

Roxy is built for speed and agility. The next few minutes pass in a blur. Down the stairs - she loses track of how many flights. The elevator has already left. She takes another route. One covered with debris she must navigate. (If Helpy is leading her to her death, she'll kill him first). There are places she has to tunnel through planks and concrete rubble to make her way. But she does it. It's damp. She can hear water nearby and the ground makes a squishy noise when she steps in certain places. "Oh hey! There's an underground waterfall over there!" Helpy informs her at one point. 

"Focus, Helpy. We're not here to sight see." Roxy reminds him. 

"Riiiiight. Well, we're getting close. I think. Just through this door and down a few more flights of stairs!"

As she treks down stairs and through the halls of a structure she didn't even know existed until just now, Helpy continues to give her, well, 'helpful' suggestions. 

"There's an automatic door exactly 2.345 feet to your right."

"No! Not that door!" 

"Be sure to watch out for the burners on the floor in here!"

This particular piece of advice confuses Roxy to no end. "Why the Faz are there burners on the floor? Do you know how many safety regulations that violates?!" 

"Don't ask me. I just work here. Digitally, of course."

After the weird burner rooms, and another round of stairs, Roxy suddenly runs out of floor. Without thinking, without waiting for Helpy to confirm that it is safe, she jumps. Luckily, the space beneath her is not very deep. Rolling into a stand with both legs more or less intact, she scrambles around until she finds a small hole in the wall. As she crawls through, she hears a small voice in the distance say, "You're not Gregory."

Cassie is close. She can feel it. 

-~-~-~

The thing Fazbear Entertainment keeps trapped beneath the Pizza Plex doesn’t go down without a fight. Neither does Roxy. Unfortunately, she isn't able to hold it off for long before it's able to shove her aside and continue after Cassie. To make matters worse, Helpy is giving her conflicting directions, leading her in circles. It is probably interfering somehow. She's on her own if she wants to get anywhere with this. She stalks forward, listening carefully. A faint creaking, scaping sound catches her attention. Then a whimper. 

Roxy dashes to her right. Right again. Forward. In the distance, the elevator doors slide shut with a grinding crunch. It struggles for a moment, seemingly caught in the door. This gives Roxy just enough time to pull the creature into a choke hold. 

"Leave her alone!" she growls at It. 

"But she came to rescue me!" It protests in a voice that sounds a little too much like Gregory. 

Whatever actually prompted Cassie to come down here, Roxy is pretty sure the kid didn't come to save It on purpose. Cassie is smarter than that. 

"You tried to kill her!" Roxy shrieks in anger. It struggles against her. She refuses to let go. With a little luck, the elevator will finish its journey soon and Cassie will be safely back at the surface in no time. 

Luck, however, is a fickle thing. Rarely do things turn out as luckily as we would prefer. Roxy knows this. She's never relied on luck to win races or make crying children smile. Deep down, she knows she can't always win (though she still tries to, often at the detriment of others). But that doesn't make it any less horrifying when the elevator begins to plummet instead of going up. When she hears Cassie's panicked screams. Or the shattering crash of the elevator splitting apart at the bottom of the shaft. 

"No…" Roxy nearly lets go of It in her panic.  

"Now she can stay forever," It says gleefully, once again mimicking Gregory's voice. 

"One more word and I'll tear your head off," Roxy threatens. She drags It away from the elevator. 

"Lock It up!" Helpy screeches. "Lock It up!" 

"Where?" Roxy asks reluctantly. She doesn't want to leave the elevator's ruins. Cassie is in there somewhere. 

"M.X.E.S wants you to put It in one of the extra containment rooms to your left," Helpy starts, "No one is safe until you've done that."

As much as she hates to admit it, the annoying little bear is right. If Cassie is still alive, leaving It to roam free will put her in danger. 

"Okay. Let's do this," she finally agrees. Hoping Helpy's instructions ring true this time, Roxy lets him guide her to It's new containment cell. Her threats seem to have worked; the creature doesn't fight her as hard as she knows it could. She shoves the thing into the room and grabs the sliding door, ready to shut It away forever, but she thinks better of it. 

"I'll be taking these," Roxy says. Then she reaches for It's face and yanks on the eye receptacles. They give way with a pop. She haphazardly connects the wires to her own eye sockets, blinking as the world flickers into focus for the first time in a long time. 

"My eyes!" It complains. "You took them!"

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Little idea for new manager Roxy au;

At whatever point after she realizes that yes, she actually is the manager, she goes looking to see why they never brought back Bonnie. Turns out they intended to just fix him, but during repairs his core personality chip disappeared (afton or general incompetence? You decide!), meaning if they brought him back, it wouldn't be the Bonnie they remember. Of course Roxanne knows that without finding that chip first, the idea of bringing back Bonnie is a "damned if you do/Don't " situation, especially with how close Freddy and Bonnie were...

Okay this is a great thing that I'll answer in a second I just really wanna provide some context I've not really touched on much before first.

New Management AU will have everyone become a manager of their own attractions and eventually the rest of the Pizzaplex. It's an AU from not long after I got into this fandom, I've essentially just revamped it recently so that instead of everyone getting control at the same time, it's just one at a time, starting with Roxy (because blorbo but also they've been struggling to keep her on a leash since almost the day she was added to the Plex so this seemed like a 'no real loss of power' situation). The others will get their time in the sun too! That just felt really important to say but anyway.

That would certainly be another interesting layer to the whole Bonnie situation. I have a whole set of plans for what's going on with Bonnie and his revival in this AU that's full of drama and would really highlight some problems of being in control of things in the Plex. That being, you have to make some really tough decisions. Boy oh boy is this situation gonna cause some problems.

You know what this would work incredibly well for though? Foxy. He got fucked up and before they could fix him, his chips went walkabout? And not long after, Roxy was introduced to everyone? Ooooo that could be a fun little mystery right there. Is Foxy hidden beneath Roxy's code? Are his chips lost to time? Did someone pretend to lose the chips in order to bring Roxy's introduction forward?

The drama! The working through it! The investigations! The super sleuthing! The accusations!

Lotta fun stuff there. Love that idea

[xxk3vonicaxx]

Adding onto this post here about my plant redesignss

I remember when I came up with the names for these girlss, it was back in 2019, Mobox had allowed me to create their names as well as their backstories in the form of Team Scorpions comicss, since the comic of Plantae was tied to Team Scorpionss, aand I used to be apart of the small group (the small group being Mee, Mobb, and Sonicrashh) who made comics for it back in the dayy:

I remember how I came up with a few of their names tooo

Roxanne I had named after a song by The Police, it was stuck in my head that dayy XDD

Viktoria I had named after an album by Maria Mena, which goes by the same namee (Viktoria)

For Sandraa, there's a restaurant in my area that was named something similar to thatt, soo I named her after thatt

Vixen and Maxinne though I can't rememberr, I probably just made them up on the spott, which is something I tend to do a lott X"D

As welll, for these guyss, I made short little Team Scorpions comics to go with their talents and their backstoriess, these are shown a lot more in my redesignss, especially with Vixen and Sandraa (this art is still oldd, I should redraw these girls in my current art stylee):

In the comics I had made discussing their loree, Vixen was a mad scientist inventorr, Roxanne was a cult leaderr, Viktoria I believe was a housewifee, who killed her abusive husbandd, Maxinne was a perfume makerr (though that was also in Plantae loree, in my comic she was out to find an island of Hibiscuses)...I forgot what Sandra did I'm gonna have to find the original comic for itt

I do know that I have the comic for Vixenn, let me show you a little bit of itt. It was really old artt, back from 2019:

(The characters I blurred out belong to Mob and Sonicrashh, aaa)

Basicallyy, Vixen used to be the assistant to another inventor named Convolv

(This drawing is also from 2019, he needs a redesignn):

Convolv would take all the credit for Vixen's workk, and in the endd, she had had enough of him practically leeching off of her and her workk, that she killed himm, ayy

In shortt, this comic was about Vixen trying to get rid of the Team by making evil clones of them and getting them to fight each otherr, a simple plott, I knoww X"D

By the time I had finished with all of these comicss (keep in mind I made a comic for EVERY one of these 5 Nightshadess), Mobox had lost interest in Plantae and Cuphead and all thatt, whichh...

Ehhh, I mean half of me feels like all the work was for nothingg, buut the other half of me is likee: "You made so much to describe their loree, Kevv, surely that was somethingg!", though I'm leaning more towards the formerr

Keep in mind this stuff took a long time to makee, it was kinda draining for me to only focus on one big comic and then have to make another one some time laterr (You could blame these comics for causing me to lose interest in making comics entirelyy, I'd rather just make written storiess), these comics were really long tooo, aaa

This isn't even my best comic from that timee (that award goes to Blood Moon Saga part 1., aand I can tell you guys about that laterr) XD

[jkomaliondog]

Glamrock Jkoma is ready to rock on play with his organ sometime the Bass sing along with his fan, and he an talented artist and adores children with their creativity. He loves the song, baby shark song. He always be there to help them out alive through the night and he convince Gregory to not hurt their friends but he has a feeling that somethings up with them not being their self. Story of Glamrock Jkoma.What they didn’t know that he was possessed of the soul of Jkoma in fnaf 1, and as he got older from fnaf3 and fnaf6, he lost his Star power and he died due to his old age but his soul is transfer to one of the new Glamrock animatronic from the Fazbear entertainment that was delivered to the pizza Plex. The Pizza Plex community decide to add another Glamrock animatronic so their business will be on the top. People want to add a new room for Glamrock Jkoma and he a talented artist so they create contraction room Jkoma art studio. When he wakes up, he thought he pass away which caused him in a panic zone until glam rock, Freddy came and calm him down. He introduce himself and his friends, and ask questions what are his talents and experience. Although he new to this with the body of glamrock Jkoma as the band is getting ready to perform, he never perform on the stage before like it’s old family (Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy) and Freddy said you been fine with the stage light is on the band he’s getting ready to perform including him. They were rocking on and children were adoring him, and he was so happy that he got fans of his own.  Add the shell he loves to hang out with the children who adoring him helping and sing with them and teaching them playing toy instruments and creating pictures. Perhaps this is his new life now he got his fans and his new family Glamrock Freddy, Monty, Glamrock Chica, and Roxy. RelationshipsGlamrock Freddy Who is the leader of the Glamrocks band when he was in a panic attack he comforted me and hugging me sing his song to make me feel better, and let me sleep with him when I have nightmares. Monty He really got some anger issues and it’s fun to prank and annoy him by singing baby shark until he gets on his head non stopping. I also help him to manage his anger by taking a deep breath in and out counting one to ten to help relax, and he was a sore loser of golfing he always throw his golf clubs and breaks them. Glamrock Chica She was so assess of pizza but I was worried about her weight, when she can exercise, dancing, and fitness to lose her pizza weights. I love to dance with and doing exercise fitness with her, But I was kind of gross out went chica was eating trash she is a good friend. Roxanne wolf She was a bragger thinks she’s the best, and telling her hair is the beautiful, when she is really good at racing. I raise her many times and I still lose though but I did have fun though, she is fun to hang out with styling my hair, but I prefer the usual one doing make up, but I prefer face paint. Sun and moonThese two are fun to hang out with. We played games like tag in hide and seek I loves to take care of children, but I help him when children are all over him when his bedtime I scolded moon not to scare them when they were awake just asking them nicely to go to sleep convince them to go to sleaze so they can have energy when they wake up. officer Vanessa/ Vanny I really don’t trust her or no I got a feeling that somethings suspicious about her is like trying to warn me about about the past during the missing children which they are my Maria Afton friends. Gregory I look after him to make sure he wasn’t any harm and ask him why do you do you sneak in the pizza Plex, the other night and I convince them not to hurt them because they’re my friends and I don’t want to suffer of losing them again just like I lose Freddy, Bonnie, chica foxy, including golden Freddy. The blob He’s very familiar he looks like a version of Funtime Freddy, but bigger than molten Freddy. He recognize me during fnaf 6 with widget and likes giving me hugs and talking about his family friend Angelina a familiar face compare to me and widget to Angelina. Burn trap I got super pissed that he’s a surive the fire two times he should be burned to ashes but I really still don’t want to talk to him after everything he did to him when I’ve been through I know he had tough times of losing three children, and I feel sympathetic to him he talk about his children, their deaths, and his child friend in fnaf 3 he loves talking and hug with him being there with him until he was been burned in fire in fazbears fright. And promise him he will put back together. #fnafsecuritybreachfanart #fnafsecuritybreach #FNAF #fnafsbfanart #fnafsb

[hellodeedles]

Dancing in the Dark

The bass of the song playing over the speaks pounds through Aelins head as she nods along to it happy to get lost in the music already a little tipsy. Half of the reason she comes to these parties is for the chance to let loose and dance the night away to the music. The other half, though she would never admit it to anyone, is for the guy leaning against the wall across the room laughing at something Fenrys just said. Rowan. He looks good tonight, dressed in ripped black jeans and a casual green shirt that shows off the tattoo that travels from his neck down his left arm. 

Rowan had been her best friend ever since he plopped himself down in the desk next to her, in their mandatory freshman year history class. They had almost gotten kicked out of class that first day when Aelin couldn’t stop herself from cackling at all of the comments he was making under his breath about their professors eccentric teaching methods. 

Aelin smiles to herself remembering the grin he gave her when they were openly called out, in that five hundred person lecture hall for disrupting the lesson. Rowan had apologized and promised that they would be quieter, then he rolled his eyes at her once the professor went back to flapping his hands around while making dramatic statements about well known historical facts. Aelin thinks she may have started to fall in love with him then. She makes her way across the room towards Rowan and her smile growing bigger as she nears. Rowan notices her first and opens his arm to pull her into his side. 

“What do we have here?” She asks wrapping her arm around his middle as his arm settles on her shoulder. “Rowan Whitethorn laughing at something Fenrys said? I never thought I’d see the day.” Aelin loses all sense of thought as she feels Rowans fingers starting to play with the end of her hair. He had started doing it recently and every time he did it makes her heart skip a beat and her breathing become a little rapid.

Fenrys gapes at her. “Excuse me! I am hilarious, everyone laughs at my jokes.”

“I don’t.” Lorcan says coming out of nowhere with his girlfriend Elide in tow. “In fact, I don’t think you’re funny at all.” 

“We’ll thats because you have no taste. Except when it comes to women. Hi Elide, looking lovely as always.” Lorcan scowls at that while Elide giggles. 

“Hi Fenrys.”

Rowan grins and looks down at Aelin and nods in the direction of the kitchen just as Lorcan starts to tell Fenrys for the thousandth time not to hit on his girlfriend. Aelin smiles to herself happy to allow Rowan to pull her along with him, his hand going from around her shoulder to her hand as they begin to navigate the large group of people blocking the entrance to the kitchen. 

They make it to where the drinks are being served by Fenrys twin Connall. Rowan grabs a cup of beer and passes it to Aelin never letting go of her hand. Aelin doesn’t mind at all. They stand in silence as they each take a few sips of their drinks, content to be in each other’s company.  

The music is quieter in here but still Rowan leans down and says in her ear, “I like your outfit.” Aelin smirks internally. She knew exactly what she was doing when picking out the gold silk top earlier this evening. “Thanks, a little birdie told me I look good in gold.” 

He smirks down at her as his hand slides out of hers and over to her waist his thumb brushing the small sliver of skin that her tank top exposes. Aelins breath catches in her throat as she looks up at Rowan. He chuckles. Apparently, Rowan knows exactly what he was doing too. 

The lines between the two of them had started to blur over the last year ever since she finally dumped Chaol. The casual touching, late night conversations, one on one hangouts, were only getting more and more frequent. Aelin didn’t know what to make of it. There were some days when she was absolutely positive that Rowan wanted more than just friendship, hell their position now him towering over her, practically hiding her from the view of the rest of the party as his free hand held her hip, and her hand placed delicately on his chest, screamed it, but he never said anything to her to make her think otherwise. The two of them had always danced around the topic of them, it seemed to her. 

Rowan brings his drink up to his mouth to take another sip his eyes never leaving hers. A drop of beer slips past the lip of the cup and appears on his lower lip. Aelins tongue swipes over her bottom lip subconsciously wiping that drop away. Rowans eyes track her movement and he bites his bottom lip. He opens his mouth to say something when- 

“Aelin!” 

Aelin snaps back to reality and steps out of Rowans towering embrace looking around for the person who called her name. Rowan frowns but lets Aelin pull away from him as she turns. His hand finds hers again though and her heart gives a little jump. Rowan has had more to drink than she thought if he’s touching her this much. He never touches her this much when there are other people around.  

“Sam, hey, how are you?” She asks finding a boy from one of her classes making his way over to her. 

“I’m great! I missed you in Anatomy the other day. You should have been there. Hammonds was wearing the most ridiculous outfit. I almost spit my water out when she walked into the auditorium.” 

“Oh yeah. I’m sorry I missed it I wasn’t feeling super great.” A lie, she had skipped to hang out with Rowan at his apartment to watch a new show that had just come out. 

Aelin could feel Rowans eyes slide over to her fully aware of her lie. She ignores him keeping her attention on Sam. The song changes and she hears ROXANNE come on. 

“Ooh, I love this song,” Sam says. “Come dance with me.” 

Aelin nods, handing her drink to Rowan without looking at him. She needs to get away from him and the alcohol before she does something stupid like kiss him. Sam grabs her now empty hand and pulls her back into the living room onto the makeshift dance floor. 

Sam starts to move the music, not entirely with the beat. Sam has never been a good dancer and each time they are at a party together he asks her to dance and each time Aelin swears he gets worse and worse. Aelin laughs at him and Sam laughs with her completely aware of his horrible dancing skills. Aelin gets lost in the beat of the song, closing her eyes and moving to the music. The song ends and another one seamlessly starts up continuing the never ending noise. Aelin stays and continues to dance with Sam having too much fun losing herself in the music once again. 

“Is Whitethorn going to kill me for stealing you away?” Sam asks a few songs later. 

“What?” Aelin asks opening her eyes. Sam nods over to the other side of the room where Rowan is standing glaring at the two of them. His face softens when he notices her looking at him. She glares at him. 

“No of course not,” Aelin says turning back to Sam. “He doesn’t own me I can dance with whoever I want.” 

Sam nods but takes a small step back putting a little bit of space between the two of them. Aelin huffs and rolls her eyes but doesn’t comment. She stays and dances with Sam until a song comes on that she doesn’t really like. Aelin tells him she’s going to get another drink. Sam smiles and bows at her thanking her for dancing with him. Aelin smiles at him as she makes her way off the dance floor towards the kitchen completely ignoring Rowan in the process. 

She walks right up to the makeshift bar and pours herself a shot of cheap tequila. She doesn’t have to look to know that Rowan has followed her. Just as she downs the shot, he comes up beside her taking her glass and pouring himself one. 

Neither one of them says anything.

"Why don’t you ever dance with me?” Rowan asks after a few minutes of tense silence 

“What?” Aelin turns towards him and raises her eyebrows. 

“You always dance with him or someone else whenever we come to one of these,” he says not turning to look at her but glaring at the wall. 

“That would be because he actually asks me to dance Buzzard,” she responds getting really annoyed with him now. 

Rowan stops his staring contest with the wall and looks over at her and smirks as he steps closer. “Well if I had known that it was that easy princess, I would have done it a long time ago.”

Aelin scoffs at him as his hands go to her waist again his thumb finding that small bit of exposed skin again. Aelin knows that Rowan can feel the goosebumps that appear with every pass of his finger. 

Aelin is suddenly angry. He doesn’t get to do this. He doesn’t get to touch her like this, get pissed off when someone else asks her to dance. She is single and she does not belong to him. He is her best friend and that is it. 

Aelin shoves his hands away. “What are you doing.”

Rowan stiffens. “I thought it was obvious.”

Aelin doesn’t think it is. It’s not like Rowan has ever said anything to her that would indicate that he wanted more. His actions though, especially tonight, say something else. That has always what has confused her more than anything. His words and actions always contradicting each other. Then again Rowan has never been once for words. He has always let his actions speak for him. 

Aelin looks at him considering, her anger slowly fading into curiosity to see where this would go and says, “If you want to dance with me Whitethorn, then ask me to dance.” 

Rowan steps closer to her, “Aelin Galathynius, will you dance with me?” Aelin nods lost for words with how he is looking at her. She allows him to lead her back to the dance floor where he takes her hips in his hands and pulls her close until she her front is flush with his. Her arms instinctively wrap around his neck. A new song starts up and they begin to move to the beat practically grinding on each other due to their position. 

This is nothing like dancing with Sam. Rowans eyes never leave hers the intensity of his stare draws her in, in a way that she can’t look away. All she can feel is the beat of the music and the small puffs of Rowans breath on her face. She bites at her bottom lip when she notices his eyes flickering down to her mouth. Rowan licks his lips in response. 

The song changes and timing of the music picks up slightly. They move seamlessly with the change in pace his eyes now completely focused on her mouth. 

“I’m going to kiss you,” he says. 

Aelins mouth parts with his statement. Completely at a loss for words she just nods. The pair have slowly stopped moving as they stand in the middle of the crowded dance floor. Rowans green eyes darken as he leans down. His lips just barely brush hers. Aelin makes a small noise in the back of her throat before she raises herself up her toes kissing Rowan fully. Rowan kisses her back with such enthusiasm, she can barely believe it. Aelins hands slide from his neck up into his hair pulling slightly as Rowan tightens his grip on her hips then sliding down into the back pocket of her jeans.

Aelin opens her mouth for him at the first brush of his tongue. She sighs into the kiss as she feels Rowans tongue in her mouth. The people around them, the music, the world fades as Aelin stands there kissing Rowan. Aelin thinks that she could die right here right now she's so happy. Rowan smiles into the kiss ruining the intensity of it but Aelin is too lost in bliss to care, this has been everything she has been waiting for with each and every touch he has given her over the last year. Too soon Rowan pulls away smiling like a fool.   

“How was that?” He asks her a little shy for the first time tonight. 

“I think you should ask me to dance more often buzzard.” Rowan laughs at her shaking his head. 

“I think I should too.” Then he kisses her again and this time neither pulls away for a long while. 

[nemuitoka]

What are your favorte jshk fanfics? also where do you like reading them the most?

Hi Anon!!! today is the day I can finally answer this question😈 ahaha you know how much I enjoy making fic recs so 👀 Let’s go!!!

To answer your second question first, I like reading them on AO3 the most! Mostly because I get almost unlimited number of characters to rant in the comment section........... 😆but also the tagging system is very helpful.

Okay, now to the fun part of this ask😏

You said JSHK, but I mostly read Hananene ones so all of my favs include that pairing... as  I already did a fic rec here of my favs, this list will continue that one, so please check that one first hehe ((I apologize in advance..., I would love for people to recommend me some mitsukou ones tbh... I’m really lost when it comes to other pairings orz)) 

If I’m completely honest with you anon-san, my favorite JSHK fic right now is the one Roxanne ( @istoleyourboat )  wrote based of my art and her snippet:

Star-Crossed and Falling- Where Stars Go to Die by lilaflo

Hanako is Princess Nene’s personal knight 👀. A tale of forbidden love. They slowly fall in love as they exchange a series of gifts, one that includes a pair of matching earrings that remind them of their love when they’re apart. Also, jelly Hanako of Nene’s suitors😏... Oh, but nothing lasts forever and those sweet moments will come to an end when they have to face their cruel reality, in this world, they don’t get to choose neither their battles or the ones they love.

Now more of Roxanne, because I seriously enjoy her work so much (I’m sure everyone knows by now lmao sdkj) 

Night of the Phantom King by lilaflo 

This one is a spooky one. Nene’s regret for never realizing who she truly loves takes her to mourn her deceased friend Amane and cry on his grave in a Halloween night, then suddenly the Phantom King comes to take her away👀 & he looks suspiciously familiar... Beautiful world building btw, also the ending is just, excellent. 

12 Year Romance by lilaflo

Amane meets Nene at the Tanabata festival, she’s older than him, but he falls for her instantly, fast forward, Amane is now in middle school, he’s a troublemaker, & gets constantly into fights, but he swears the new school nurse looks familiar... he then realizes it’s her and thinks it must be fate!!!... This one hits close to home bc I’ve been in this situation irl, so I can confirm all of Nene’s struggles are real (and ofc how a love with an age gap should be handled the correct way, this fic really teaches you many life lessons hahaha) 

took a sip then another sip, then you turned and said to me by chivalrousamour 

This autor has a bunch of good JSHK fics!! I recommend you check their AO3 out, bec you may find something you like for sure! But, this is my absolute fav from them. Nene is a mangaka, celebrating the finishing of her long serialized manga, while Amane is a delivery boy who happens to find her in a very questionable state in her house👀 (it’s all family friendly ofc, anon, I’m not a slimy pervert like some ghost boy)

Maid for Each Other by corologs ( @corologs )

Courtney has this amazing College AU collection series that I encourage you to check out!!! But Maid for each other is my fav!!! So it’s the Yugi twins birthday, and it’s Tsukasa’s turn to choose where they go to celebrate it... you can already tell where this is going... (let the chaos begin) & as the title said, it involves maids!!! (it has Kaicho wa maid sama vibes if you liked that anime~~)

If I Could Tell Her by corologs

What if the picture perfect arc plan was successful??? Well, this fic explores this idea, and it’s very interesting to read. I like how Amane and Hanako are two separate people here.

the horizon tries but it’s just not as kind on the eyes by sincerelyand ( @sunlightinourheadlights ) 

(Oh my sweet Karen, she writes such good fics, so go check her AO3 out as well!!) Amane and Yashiro are friends that share an apartment (& they were roommates-- OMG they were roommates), even if Amane has its complains, because Nene can be a handful sometimes (and in denial of her true feelings as always, are we even surprised at this point?) he loves her dearly anyways😭.

for real, this time by sourlemoncandy  ( @sour-lemon-candy )

Did somebody say fake dating AU?????? Because hell yeah I did asajj I loved reading this so much!! Nene and Amane are childhood friends, and Nene overhears some girls talking about Amane and how one of them plans to ask him out... but she senses these girls are up to no good so she... well, you gotta read it to find out more~~ it’s no fun If I tell ya everything hehe... so go go go!!

lemon cream by sourlemoncandy

Amane and Nene, just two good friends having a road trip and sharing donuts... what could go wrong??  😏 seriously, I loved this fic so much!! Instant fav! Also makes me wanna try some good sweet donuts...

Trip Down Memory Lane by insipidenvy ( @insipidenvy )

This fic is so sweet. I have such a huge attachment to it, because I read it when I really needed some fluff in my life hahaha. It’s sort of a collection of memories between Amane and Yashiro’s relationship over the years. So heartwarming... if you need the fluffs you’ll enjoy this very much!!

The Radish Princess and the Toilet Prince by insipidenvy

This is my favorite fic from insipidenvy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You know how I am a slut for Royalty AUs so that’s why!!!!! Also Toilet Prince!! hahahaha such a good nickname lmao. I love how they bond over their insecurities, it’s very relatable tbh. 

Between Wind and Water by WingSongHalo  ( @wingsonghalo )

My beautiful Wing always delivering the good Hananene content, as she should!! This fic is so fun to read!! I laughed so hard at Nene and Hanako being awkward with each other!!! So you know how Hanako is super clingy with Nene, he’s always touching & hugging her, but this time something weird happens and he’s so distant~~ Nene doesn’t want to admit it at first, but she misses his clingy ghost boy~~ you’ll have a good time reading this for sure!  

The Monster's Bride by Hammsters ( @uglierdaikon )

Have you heard about the myth of Cupid and Psyche? Well this fic rewrites it in a very Hananene way <3 hehe I loved it so much (as I’m a huge fan of mythology~) To sum it up, Nene is fated to marry a monster that lives in the mountains so she’s devastated... to her surprise, her husband is far from what she expected... she only had one rule to obey and well... we all know how reckless Nene is so... you go find out what happens next now!! hehehe

Morning Reflections by FalalalaLa  ( @miss-sternennacht )

So you’ve heard of Hanako watching Nene sleep, but what about Nene watching Amane sleep???!! this fic offers you this and so much more fluff <3 Also Nene remembering how they met and how their relationship evolved during the years, aww <3 

Cursed Coin by DaikonSenpai  ( @daikonsenpai )

There’s a school dance, Yashiro’s supposed to be dancing with Kou (since she can’t go with Hanako, which causes him to be jelly~~ and bitter), but she loses a coin Aoi gave her for good luck so she goes out and searches for it on the last place she saw it, the school fountain. Suddenly Hanako spots her, what’s she doing outside??? is she drunk or something?? what happens next you may find out when you read it~~~

Between Love and Hope by Baronesscmd (SweeterThanYourDarkestSin) ( @baronesscmd )

Oh to be Nene and get to sleep between the Yugi twins... God really has favorites uh... ISTG, this collection of fics is so cute. I love how Nene loves the twins so much in this AU, they have their little cute family. She ofc is in love with Amane, but their relationship with Tsukasa is so tender... it’s mostly this trio having fluffy moments together to heal your soul... if you need some, you’ll get it here for sure hahaha. 

Ghost of You (And All the Futures We've Forgotten) by Indigo_Floof  milkteamoon  ( @indigosienna , @spades-queen )

So anon you may have been wondering, well this bitch likes fluff only???? how about some angst for a change, uh? DAMN, OKAY THEN, here you have some angst to rip your soul out and wish you never sent me this ask in the 1st place, bec of the emotional damage this fic will leave you sdajjsa, also if you liked “Erased”, you’ll love this fic too! 

Hanako of the Opera by zxrstan

Finally, but not less important, me being annoying about Hanako of the Opera & POTO AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!! This fic is based of the AU Aidairo created mostly, it’s really fun to read if you didn’t get much of what was happening during the Hanako of the Opera event, it has a nice ending also! very satisfying I must say. 

AAAAND THIS IS THE END OF MY ALL TIME FAV LIST OMG;;;; Kudos for me for searching through all my damn AO3 and Google Chrome history (from both my PC and phone, since I am a FOOL and forgot my AO3 password so I read a lot of these in the past as a guest before recovering my password LMAO, please be patient with me omg, and also if you see me bookmarking them now, you know why 😭) 

Kudos to all of my writer homies as well, I love and appreciate all of you so much!! you have no idea! 💖

I hope you find this list useful, anon!! Thank you for sending me this ask and have a wonderful day! 

Ps. Please everyone feel free to add more fics to this list if you want! this is all my personal picks, but I’m aware there are a lot more fics that I haven’t read and deserve as much recognition as the ones I listed!

[emerywrites]

Fanfic: “Please don’t make a fuss”

So, I recently got back into Harry Potter and reread all of the books. Percy Weasley is one of my favorite characters and since its his birthday I wrote a fic. I hope that people enjoy it. :) 

 Summary: After the Battle of Hogwarts, Percy hated anyone making a fuss about his birthday. For twenty years he got away with passing it by with little acknowledgement. One year his daughters decide to change that.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: survivors guilt, PTSD

Percy always did his best to ignore his birthday. During the time that he had been estranged from his family, he had seen little reason to make a fuss about his birthday and the habit had stuck with him. Soon after he and Oliver had reignited their relationship, he told him that he didn’t want any birthday celebrations. Oliver had respected that other than a small gift and a “Happy birthday, love” the morning of August 22nd every year.

When Molly and Lucy were old enough to understand birthdays, things had changed, of course. They insisted on making homemade cards and having a cake. Percy allowed it and ate a small piece of cake as he admired their artistic efforts.

He remembered some particularly interesting cards on his birthday after they’d turned five. “That’s you, Daddy, and that’s me and that’s a dragon!” Molly had explained as she pointed to barely discernable shapes she had drawn in crayon.

“Oh, a dragon, how unique, dear,” he said to his daughter before leaning over to mutter to Oliver, “She’s been spending too much time with Charlie.”

Lucy showed him her own art of their family playing quidditch and Percy had been just as encouraging. It was easy to enjoy a birthday with small children who were an easy distraction. When they were young, he could allow his birthday to be more about them than himself.

But as they got older, that changed. His daughters wanted to get him gifts with their pocket money. They asked why they had birthday celebrations at the Burrow for everyone else in the family and why they went to see Papa’s family on his birthday, but never did any of that for Daddy. It was difficult to explain the complicated emotions that went along with Percy’s desire to not think about his birthday. So, he never did. He only ever said that all he wanted for his birthday was peace and quiet with his husband and daughters.

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Molly and Lucy were fifteen and August 22nd had come around yet again. They successfully avoided mentioning his birthday other than a kiss on his cheek that morning with a “Happy birthday, Dad”. The rest of the day was spent in Diagon Alley getting their school supplies and of course a special gift for Molly for being made prefect and Lucy for being made captain of the quidditch team. Percy was more than happy to make their successes the focus of the day.

After they got home, Molly ran upstairs to try on her new robes with her prefect’s badge. Moments later she came running back down. “I can’t find my badge!” Percy promised her that they would look until they found it.

Then Lucy piped up with, “I think you left it at the Burrow yesterday, when we went to show Grandmum and Granddad.”

Molly gasped. “You’re right! We have to go get it, right now.”

“Alright,” Percy agreed. “Ollie, you take Molly to get the badge. Lu and I can get started on dinner.”

“Dad, you know how Gran is, she’ll be disappointed if we don’t stay for dinner,” Molly told him. “We should all go.”

That was when Percy got suspicious. But he didn’t want to act paranoid and relented into going along. He side-long apparated with Lucy and Oliver with Molly. When they showed up outside of the Burrow, Percy immediately knew something was wrong. None of his nieces or nephews were outside running around. Usually there were at least a couple of them always underfoot no matter where you went around the Burrow.

He got a bad feeling that he knew what was about to happen. “Ollie, I’m not feeling too well. The three of you can stay. I’ll just go back…” But the three of them were already going up to the door. Percy followed, feeling his stomach twist into a knot as he desperately hoped that he was wrong in his prediction.

They entered the Burrow, just for the entire family to shout, “Surprise!” Every one of his siblings and their families were there, crammed inside his childhood home. It was overwhelming to see all of their smiling faces, there for him. Percy’s first instinct was to bolt and he would have if it had not been for him backing straight into his husband’s strong chest. He swallowed hard and plastered on a grin.

Percy kindly thanked them for such an amazing surprise. Everyone explained how it had all been Molly and Lucy planning the whole thing. Oliver hadn’t even known about it as the girls knew that he could never keep a secret from Percy.

Percy told himself, he would just get through the evening. He could do it. He’d often enough kept up a façade for politicians and department heads that he had to socialize with. He’d managed to trick Death Eaters into thinking that he wasn’t a threat to their take over of the ministry. It should be easy to pretend to his family that he was happy on his birthday.

They all sat outside at tables magically extended to their limit to hold the, what seemed to be, ever-growing number of Weasleys. Percy sat next to Oliver who was holding an enthusiastic conversation about quidditch with Ginny. His daughters were a bit further down the table talking animatedly with their cousins. He caught a few words of Molly bragging about her new status as prefect in the up-coming school year. Percy tried not to think about his twin brothers’ teasing about “perfect prefect Percy” and how he kind of wished he could reminisce with Fred and George about it. And, now he was thinking about Fred…

Percy hadn’t even noticed that his mother had gone inside. Then she was suddenly coming back out into the garden, floating a towering chocolate cake that had his name in icing. Freddie and Roxanne’s set of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes patented fireworks flashed and screamed through the sky. Percy thought he was going to throw up. He flinched and saw flashes of the walls of Hogwarts castle coming down… Fred’s lifeless eyes…

Percy stood abruptly, knocking his chair backwards. Everyone’s attention turned to him. Smiles faded from their faces when they saw the panicked expression he wore. “I have to go,” he said shakily.

He ran inside, knowing that there was no way he was steady enough to apparate. The intention was to take the floo home but the powder was not on the mantle where it usually was. He was about to try and summon it when Oliver came running in.

“Percy! Percy, what happened out there?” Oliver’s voice was so concerned and that just made Percy feel worse for making a scene.

“I can’t do this, Ollie,” he said hoarsely. There was a lump of emotion in his throat that made it difficult to get his words out. “I can’t be here.”

“Why not, love? I know you don’t like people to make a fuss about your birthday but the girls really wanted to do something special. They wanted to give you a proper birthday.”

“And they are lovely for wanting to do that. But you don’t understand!” How did he explain it? How could he, when saying it out loud would hurt more than anything?

Then Oliver was much closer. He put his hands on either side of Percy’s face and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears that Percy didn’t even realize he had shed. “Love, you’re scaring me. What is going on?”

Percy gently took his wrists and pushed the hands away. “I hate my birthday,” he said slowly. “After… after I left, I stopped caring about my birthday. I had my work and it just felt like another distraction.”

Oliver nodded. “So, you’re out of practice in celebrating. We can fix that. We’ll just start a bit smaller next time.” He laughed as if it was that easy.

“That’s not it!” he snapped. He was shouting. He didn’t mean to be but no one understood and they wouldn’t until he got it out. He couldn’t help but look away toward the fireplace. The words that sat on the tip of his tongue weren’t supposed to be out there. They were meant to stay there in his heart, slowly eating him alive. At least there, they couldn’t damage anyone else. “My birthday is just a reminder, Ollie! It’s a reminder that I get another year, year after year! I get to grow old and Fred doesn’t! It’s a reminder to my family that the wrong son survived! I can pretend… I can pretend that I’m okay if I just don’t let anyone make a fuss about celebrating. It feels wrong to make them celebrate it.”

Percy finally allowed himself to look at Oliver. His husband was staring at him, his mouth opening and closing like he didn’t know what to say, but was struggling to find the words. But just past Oliver, standing at the threshold of the kitchen, was his father looking at him with pain-filled eyes.

“Is that what you really believe?” Arthur asked as he approached. “That we think the wrong son survived?”

Percy really wished he had just pushed through and gotten to the end of the dinner. He should have found a way to keep the smile on his face and his bum in his chair. Now, he was hurting his father all over again. “No!” he tried to lie. “I…it’s…” Both his father and his husband looked at him with pity and that was humiliating. There was no point in lying when they could see through him like a ghost. “Yes, that’s… that’s always what I believed. How could I not? It felt like the cost of me returning to the family was Fred’s life. Like it was some sort of horrible exchange. And you lost, someone as well-loved as Fred to get me… the broken one who came back too late.”

“None of us have ever thought that,” Arthur said with an adamant shake of his head. “Losing Fred was a tragedy. That loss is always going to be there. But I also got a son back that day, Percy. And I apologize, that we obviously didn’t do enough to make you feel fully welcomed back and that you thought we wouldn’t want to celebrate having you.”

“Dad, you don’t need to-” But then his dad was hugging him. It was strange. He tried to remember the last time his dad had hugged him like that. It had been a while.

When he was eventually released, he realized that Oliver had slipped out of the room. His dad looked at him and cleared his throat. “If you need to go home, I can tell everyone that you weren’t feeling well. But I think everyone would really love for you to stay.”

“I’ll stay,” he said softly as he adjusted his glasses. “Molly and Lucy did put a lot of work into this.”

The reassurance had been needed but the fear of being unwanted still sat like a heavy stone on his chest. But then he followed his dad back outside to the garden. Everyone turned to look at him and in overlapping voices said how happy they were he came back out. George came out of nowhere to throw an arm around his shoulders.

“Don’t worry, I told the little troublemakers to cool it with the fireworks,” George whispered into his ear. “They can set me off too sometimes.”

Then George was pulling him over to the cake, sitting on the table. The candles had been placed and were alight. A spell had been used to keep the wax from melting onto the icing. Molly and Lucy ran up beside him.

“Make a wish, Dad!” Lucy encouraged.

Percy let his eyes fall shut for a moment as he made his wish. Then he opened them again and blew out the candles. Everyone cheered and his mother gave him a kiss on the cheek before she went to serve the cake.

The overwhelming love he felt in that moment was almost too much. It had soothed his fear to the point that it had gone dormant. It would come back but he had a feeling its potency had been dulled.

“What’d you wish for?” Lucy asked softly.

“For every birthday to be as amazing as this one,” he replied.

[thatonerandomfan4]

Rockwell’s History [READ WARNINGS]

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Fandom: Madness Combat

Characters: Dr. Crackpot, Dr. Hofnarr, Dr. Jebediah Christoff, Phobos, Hank, Sanford, Deimos, 2BDamned, Jebus, Tricky, Rockwell (My OC), Rockwell’s Parents

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Death, Gore, Attacking, Detailed Gore Scenes, Cursing, Transphobia, Crying, Injuries, Very Sensitive Topics, Angst, Heavy Angst, Long Story

Summary: Talking About Rockwell’s Backstory And How He Became Part Of The Madcom Group.

Word Count: 2,681

Notes: Rockwell Is Trans. His Original Name Was Roxannie (Pronounced As Roxanne) Roxannie Will Be In The First Half Of The Fic Until She Makes The Transition.

If You Feel Very Uncomfortable/Dislike The Topics That Are Going To Be In This Fic, Please Leave The Fic Now So You Don’t Have To Experience It And Triggers You. 

Also, If You Dislike Fics That Involves Peoples Made Up Characters (OCs), Then You Are Welcome To Leave The Fic. 

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Roxannie Woke Up To Her Alarm Clock And Quickly Got Dressed, Heading Downstairs To Get Breakfast. Her Mother Greeted Her With A “Good Morning” And A Warm Smile. Roxannie Sat At The Table, Greeting Her Father. She Took One Bite Of Her Cereal Until The Table Was Knocked Over. With A Frightened Look, She Looked At Her Father And Screamed. His Head Was Chopped Clean Off With His Chest Wide Open, Revealing That His Internal Organs Were Tampered With. She Was About To Cry Until She Heard Her Mother Scream. 

Instead Of Staying At The Table, She Ran To The Room Her Mother Was In. As Soon As Roxannie Stepped Foot In The Living Room, She Was Met With A Horrifying Sight.Her Mother Was Brutally Cut In Half With Her Face Missing From Her Head. The Top Half Of Her Body Hung From The Ceiling By A Sword Which Impaled Her. The Bottom Half Of Her Body Was On The Floor, In A Pile With Her Internal Organs. Annie Almost Gagged At The Sight, Until She Saw The Man Who Had Caused Her Parent’s Deaths. A Tall Dark Figure With Red Eyes Approached Her With A Hammer. It Grabbed Her Firmly By The Neck And Bashed Her Head Twice, Revealing Her Brain. 

It Left Her On The Ground Struggling To Stay Alive, Leaving Only A Tablet Behind. Rox Used It To Contact For Help, But Could Barely Stay Conscious Due To Her Brain Being Exposed. Luckily, There Was A Fast Response. The Mysterious Person Was Immediately Able To Track Her Location And Tell Her To Stay Where She Is. She Agreed And Just Laid In Front Of The Tablet, Trying Not To Lose Consciousness. About 45 Minutes Had Passed So Far, And She Was Starting To Feel Her Eyelids Get Heavy.

A Man Rushed In And Immediately Injected Her With Some Type Of Medicine. She Immediately Struggled To Stand Up, Before Being Forced To Sit Down. Her Head Was Bandaged Properly Before She Was Helped Up. She Didn’t Even Get A Chance To Thank The Strange Man Because He Immediately Rushed Her Out Of The House And Into His Vehicle. The Whole Car Ride Was Quiet Except For Roxannie’s Cries, Mourning The Death Of Her Parents. 

She Couldn’t Even Form Sentences Or Explain To The Man That Saved Her What Happened Because Of How Upset She Was. He Felt Bad For Her, Trying To Give Her Anything She Could Keep Her Mind Busy With Until They Got To The Place. She Didn’t Really Want Anything Though, Other Than To Let Out What She Was Experiencing Now. Once They Arrived To Their Destination, She Was Immediately Brought Into A Lab Where A Bunch Of Scientists Were Working. The Man Led Her Into A Room Where A Small Chubby Man Chatted With A Tall, Stern Looking Guy.

Dr. ??: “Hofnarr, Christoff. I Uh….Got The Child.”

The Two Men Looked Over And Immediately Rushed To Roxannie. They Hugged Her And Did Their Best To Comfort Her In Any Way Possible In That Moment.

Dr. Christoff: “Thank You, Crackpot. We’ll Let You Know If We Need Anything Else.”

Crackpot Nodded And Left The Room, Leaving The 3 Alone As Christoff Shut The Door. Hofnarr Tried To Calm Her Down And Talk With Her. It Was Very Hard To Understand The Girl Through Her Crying And Incoherent Words, Even For Him. Hofnarr Just Held Her Close And Consulted Her, Doing His Best To Calm Her Down. Christoff Sat Down Next To The Two And Offered Rox With A Glass Of Water. She Took The Water And Drank Half Of The Glass, Keeping The Drink In Her Hand While The Two Older Men Did Their Best To Help Her Relax.

Once She Was Calm Enough, They Finally Got Her To Explain What Had Happened. She Told Them Every Detail From This Morning, Keeping It Short And Sweet At The End. Hofnarr And Christoff Frowned, Hugging And Comforting Her Again. It Was Very Hard For Someone To Go Through All That Trauma, Especially For Someone At Her Age. Hell, The Kid Was Only 14. She Barely Knew How To Even React Or See Something Like That. She Needed A Lot Of Therapy To Get Past That Traumatic Event.

Hofnarr: “Hey Christoff. Do You Think Phobos Will Let Us Keep Her Here With Us?”

Christoff: “Maybe, With A Lot Of Bribing.”

Roxannie: “F-Forgive Me For I-Interrputing Your C-Conversation...But Wh-Who’s Ph-Phobos?”

Hofnarr: “Oh! Don’t Worry, You Aren’t Interrupting Anything. And Phobos Is Our Boss. We Need All Permission From Him To Do Anything Around Here.”

Christoff: “Kinda Sucky, But We’re Even Lucky If He’s In A Good Enough Mood To Pay Us.”

They Chat For A Bit Before Heading To Phobos’ Office, Staying Together The Whole Trip. Once They Reached Their Destination, They All Greeted Phobos Before Saying Anything About Roxannie. Phobos Obviously Had To Ask First And The Two Scientists Explained The Whole Situation. Phobos Took A Minute To Think Before Accepting Their Request To Allow Her To Stay. Ending It With “I Don’t Care How, But As Long As She’s Not A Big Distraction To You Two And Works With What She Can.” Of Course They All Had To Agree To That.

They All Headed Out The Door And Back To The Breakroom. Hofnarr Figured She Was Still Hungry And Offered To Make Her A Snack And A Drink. Christoff Just Offered Her To Stay With Them So She Has A Place To Sleep And Stay Instead Of The Lab. Rox Agreed To Both And Walked With The Two Men. On The Way Back To The Lab, Hofnarr Was Smiling, Gently Gripping Onto Rox’s Hand. Christoff Took Notice Of This And Chuckled. He Watched His Husband For A While. It Was Only Now When He Asked About His Sudden Cheery Mood.

Christoff: “What’s Got You All Giddy, Hoffy?”

Hofnarr: “We Have A Child Of Our Own Christoff! Aren’t You Excited To Be A Parent?”

Christoff Just Smiled As Hofnarr Went On About The Wonders Of Raising A Child Of Their Own. He Goes On Fantasies About Vacation, Family Outings, Family Dinners And Other Things. Roxannie Gripped Her New Parent’s Hands Gently, Smiling Softly. She Was Going To Start A New Family And These Were Her New Parents. She Didn’t Mind That, She Loved Supporting People Who Were In Relationships With The Same Gender.

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A Few Years Later…

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Hofnarr: “Rox, You Ready?”

Roxannie: “Yeah I’m Coming!”

She Placed Her Bandana On And Adjusted It To Be Over Her Bandages, Flattening Out Her Lab Coat. She Turned The Light Off In The Bathroom And Headed Downstairs To The Door, Greeting Her Two Dads As They Hugged Her. They Headed Towards The Lab While Hofnarr Was Going On About How Lucky They Were To Be A Family. Christoff Occasionally Threw In A Few Things, Chuckling At Hofnarr’s Responses.

Once They Got To The Labs, Everything Seemed Normal Except For A Few Stressed Out Scientists. The Shaking Scientists Greeted The 3 And Gave Them Information To Keep Safe. Hofnarr Took Roxannie With Him As He Usually Does For The Morning. Christoff Set Out To His Office, Looking Around At The Messed Up Experiments. He Scoffed At The Thought Of Phobos Actually Trying To Be Successful With This….Project. Christoff And Hofnarr Agreed That This Whole “Project Nexus” Thingy Would Not Be On For Long. Someone Would Definitely Stop Him, Even If It Had To Be One Of Them. 

Not Even A Minute Later, Hofnarr Had A Worried Look On His Face As The Sound Of Gunshots Could Be Heard From The Other Lab. Rox Stayed Close To Hofnarr Just In Case Anything Happened. They Kept Hearing Gunshots From The Other Lab, Not Knowing What On Earth Was Going Down. Hofnarr Was Upset, What Was Happening To His Husband? Was He Ok? Was He Hurt? He Held Onto Rox As He Tried Not To Cry About The Thoughts That Were Running Through His Mind.

Hofnarr: “I Hope Christoff Is Ok. I Don’t Want To Lose Him Like We Almost Lost You.”

Roxannie: “I-I’m Sure He’ll Be Ok, Dad. And Hey, If I’m Still Here, He’ll Still Be Here.” *She Hugged Him Close. Hofnarr Gave Her A Soft Yet Sad Smile.*

Hofnarr: “I Sure Hope So.”

They Waited About 30 Minutes To Half An Hour Until Someone Entered The Room. As The Two Turned Around, Hofnarr Rushed To Hug The Man. It Was Christoff, And Thankfully He Wasn’t Injured That Badly As He Though. Christoff Went Over To Rox And Hugged Her, Handing Her A Gun As He Also Gave Hofnarr A Gun. He Wanted To Keep His Family Safe While This Whole Messed Up Thing Was Happening.

Hofnarr: “You’ve Made Quite A Mess Christoff.”

Christoff: “They’ve Gone Too Far. If We Don’t Stop This Now...”

A Few Agents Entered The Room, And Christoff Killed Them With The Help Of His Husband And Daughter. Hofnarr Sweated And Gulped, Keeping Roxannie Close To Him.

Hofnarr: “I See We Have No Other Choice…”

They Murdered The Agents Who Kept Coming And Headed Out. Hofnarr Unlocked All The Control Panels As The Continued Through The Lab, Killing Any Agents, Zombies Or Any Failed Experiments. It Took A While Until They Got The Whole Place Cleared But They Were Able To Do It Without Much Harm Going To Them. They Got To The Last Room With The Control Panel And Hofnarr Started Getting Worried. He Looked At Christoff While They Got Rid Of The Last Few Agents With Rox Guarding The Door.

Hofnarr: “Ya Know Phobos Will Finish Us For This.”

Christoff Looked At Hofnarr After Shooting The Last Agent, Ending The Life Of The Betrayer.

Christoff: “Phobos Better Watch His Back..”

Hofnarr Unlocked The Last Control Panel And Looked Around The Room. He Started Heading Out After Christoff And Roxannie, Staying Close To Them While They Walked. Eventually Hofnarr Took The Lead Of The Group To Make Sure That The Other Two Were Safe. He Opened The Door Outside For Them Both, And Closed It After They Were Far Ahead Of Hofnarr. He Followed Them And Took The Lead After A Few Minutes. He Then Looked At Christoff As They Approached Phobos’ Tower.

Hofnarr: “Everything Depends On You Now.” *He Used His Key Card To Unlock The Door And Let Christoff In, Keeping Roxannie Back* “Good Luck, Old Friend..”

They Watched Christoff Walk Into The Tower, And Headed Back To The Lab. Hofnarr Kept His Daughter Close To Him, Trying To Keep Her From Breaking Down Like How She Was When They First Met. They Knew Christoff Was Only Doing This For Their Own Good, And To Stop This Whole Thing From Ruining Nevada Even More. They Walked Into The Lab And Immediately Went To The Breakroom, Setting Their Weapons Down By The Table When They Got There.

They Got Some Food And Drinks While They Chatted, Sitting Down So They Wouldn’t Fall If One Was Upset Or Panicked. They Chatted About Christoff And How….Cold He Looked When He Walked Into Hofnarr’s Lab. Rox Was Scared By His Look, As It Was Her First Time Seeing Him Like That. Hofnarr Had Already Known This Look So He Was Pretty Used To It. 

They Kept The Conversation Going By Talking About Other Stuff Like Work, Family Life, Dinners, And Especially That One Dinner Night. That Was The First Time Rox Had Seen Hofnarr Angry, And Not A Playful Or Slightly Irritated Angry. It Wasn’t His Fault They Were Banned From That Restaurant Though. The Boy Walked Up To Rox And Went “Tsk. You Wanna Be Trans? That’s Gross. You’re A Girl And You Will Always Be A Girl.” Hofnarr Was Just Defending His Daughter...By Attacking The Boy With A Chair.

They Were At The Lab For About An Hour To An Hour And A Half Just Chatting And Wandering Around. After A Bit, They Headed Outside And Met Up With Christoff Again.The Only Difference About Him Was That He Was Wearing The Key Fragment On His Head. Jeb Greeted The Two And Lead Them Back Inside The Lab. This Was Going To Be A Strange Experience For All Of Them.

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A Few More Long Years Later…

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Sanford And Deimos Turn The Corner, Shooting The Agents That Tried Approaching Them. The Two Headed Into The Room And Killed All The Agents In Sight. Then They Saw Her….Roxannie On The Floor Unconscious. They Both Inspected Her Body And Picked Her Up, Keeping Her With Them. They Finished With Their Mission And Brought Her Back To Base. The Brought Her To Hank And 2B Where They Inspected Her Body. 

After She Woke Up, She Made A Request To The Doctor. She Wanted To Be A Man. The Doctor Hesitated Before Agreeing, Putting Her Under Anesthesia. He Waited A Few Minutes Before Finally Getting To Work. He Wrapped Him Up And Successfully Did Both Top And Bottom Surgery. Doc Finished With Replacing The Bandage On His Head, Cleaning The Wound Before Putting Anything On There. 

After That, Doc Gave Rockwell Medicine To Help With The Pain. He Helped Rocky Walk And Get Used To Using The Bathroom. After That, Doc Gave Rockwell Some Clothes To Wear: A White Shirt With Ripped Sleeves, A Black Vest. A Belt To Go Over His Chest, Black Pants And Another Belt To Keep Them Up, Black Boots, Goggles With One Side Red And The Other Black And A Gas Mask. He Also Put His Hair Into A PonyTail.

Rockwell Put Everything On And Headed Outside, Ordered By Hank, To Fight The Clown. Rocky Took A Look At The Clown And…….Wait….That Lab Coat Looks So Familiar…..Was It..No It Couldn’t Be….HOFNARR?! But..He Looked Way Different Than Before.

Tricky: “WHO ARE YOU?! NEVERMIND THAT- CLOWN KILLS YOU!!”

Rockwell: “No Wait-!”

Tricky Whacked Rocky Pretty Hard In The Face, His Gas Mask Had To Be Removed. After Rockwell Removed His Goggles, Tricky Gasped And Dropped His Stop Sign..He Looked Like He Wanted To Cry.

Tricky: “Ro-Roxannie…?”

Rockwell, Holding His Jaw In Place: “It’th Rockwell Now, D-Dad.”

Tricky Immediately Hugged His Child, Healing His Jaw And Forming A Metal Plate Over The Injury. Rockwell Hugged Tricky Back, Both Squeezing The Shit Out Of Each Other. Tricky Kept His Son Close, Until They Heard Footsteps Approach From Behind Rockwell. It Was Jeb….Well...Christoff But He Didn’t Look That Different. 

Jebus: “Tricky, What Are You Doing?! He’s On Hank’s Side!” *He Took Out His Binary Sword, And Swung It Up*

Tricky Backed Away And Ran To Jeb, Trying To Stop Him.

Tricky: “JEB NO HURT HIM!! GUY IS-”

It Was Too Late. Jeb Swung And Cut Rockwell Almost In Half.

Tricky: “Roxannie-”

Jeb Looked Frightened. Oh God, What Had He Done? He Removed His Sword And Watched Rockwell’s Limp Body Fall To The Ground. The Savior Broke Out In Tears. He Just Murdered His Own Child, Or He Thought He Did. He Was Relieved When He Heard Rockwell. He Was Still Alive! How? That Didn’t Matter, He Was Just Happy His Son Was Alive Still.

Jeb Rushed Over To Rockwell And Healed Him, Summoning Bandages And Wrapping Him Up. He Was Still Crying From What He Had Done. Tricky Joined Them Both, Starting A Group Hug With All Of Them As They Reunited. Sanford, Deimos, Hank And 2B Rushed Out As Tricky Helped Rockwell Up And Jeb Healed Him Again.

Sanford: “Oh Cool, So I Guess We Can Call A Truce.”

Deimos And 2B Agreed, Hank Didn’t. Wimbleton Didn’t Like The Idea Of Living With His Enemies, Especially If They Act Nice And Turn On Them In The End. Hank Disagreed And Left To Blow Off Some Steam, It Was Gonna Take A Long While To Convince Him. Sanford And Deimos Ended Up Adopting Rockwell While Tricky And Jeb Readopted Him. Rockwell Now Lives With The Crew, With Having 4 Parents Who Support And Care About Him, 2B Who Takes Care Of His Wounds And Trans Stuff, And Hank...

[buckmecaptain]

With Two Os

So, I did a thing for @just-one-ordinary-fangirl​ ‘s #JOOF500Challenge , and I miiiiight have gone a little overboard with the prompts.  Maybe.  Kinda.  Sorta...uhh... I did them all.  (I tried to make sure I bolded them all in this post)

This is silly fluff -falls just short of a crack fic- Steve X (barely described) OC (she has a name and nickname, but that’s about it), with a hint of her having a bit of a thing for Bucky, and even Thor (mentioned).  Semi-oblivious Steve, Natasha as the voice of reason, overdramatic OC who might just be kind of a dumbass.  Pining, mentions of the rest of the team.  Obviously, this story ignores canon and everyone is happily living in the tower. :) Warnings:  A few naughty words, suggestive situations, so much dumbassery

Image is from knowyourmeme.com

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 She pushed her long messy braid over her shoulder, then looked down at the table and sniffled, slowly stroking her fingertips over the glossy surface.  “So it's over, then.  We're finished.”

“Roxy,” Steve began, reaching for her, “I'm sorry, I-”

She flinched away from his touch.  “No. You're gonna have to give me some time.  This relationship... it isn't what I thought it was going to be.”  She wiped her hand over her face and sighed heavily.

“I said I was- wait, what?  It isn't?”  His eyebrows were knit tightly together, raised comically high,  shoulders hunched like he was trying to make himself smaller.

Turning to face the Captain, her lower lip trembled and eyes were wide.  “It was meant to be us.  Me and you, Roxanne and Steve, until death do us part.  And now you've destroyed that.”

“Seriously?”

She gasped and flung herself backwards onto the overstuffed sofa, one arm thrown across her eyes.  “Yes, seriously.  You left an undefended gap and the Empire blew up our base!” she whined, gesturing toward the tabletop game with her free hand.

Across the way, Wanda turned to Sam and asked, “If she's this dramatic when she loses a game, what happens when she wins?”

The Falcon chuckled.  “Well, let's just say she puts on a show.  Dancing tends to happen.”

Steve shook his head at Roxanne's antics.  “Well, that's enough Star Wars: Rebellion for tonight. What's next?”  He clapped his hands together and they began placing the game pieces back into the box.

“Are Thor and Bucky here?  If so, I volunteer for naked Twister,” Roxanne offered.

The Captain whipped his head around and gave her the Eyebrows of Disappointment.

She peeked at him from under her arm. “Hey, a girl can dream, right?”

“Let me guess.  It's game night and Roxanne's team lost, right?”

“ 'Tashaaaaa!”  Roxanne made grabby hands at the redhead.  “So glad you're home!  It's been forever and I miss waking up next to you every morning.”

Sam, Wanda, and Steve all did sitcom-worthy double-takes as Natasha snorted.

“Well, if you would set your damn alarm at night, I wouldn't have to come drag your ass out of bed in the mornings for training.”  She looked around at the other three people in the room.  “What?  She's like a sloth.  Or maybe a koala. Whatever, she sleeps incredibly soundly and clings, even when dragged out of bed by the ankles.”

Roxanne sat up and crossed her arms, pouting.  “So?  I need my rest.  It takes a minimum of eight hours of sleep for me to look this good.”

Natasha turned to Steve and smirked. “You guys lost pretty badly, huh?  Little Miss Queen-of-the-sore-losers is in a snit.”

Roxanne grumbled and dug out her phone from the couch cushions.  “Fine.  I'mma text Bucky.  He'll sympathize.  Or, wait... Nat, do you have Thor's number?”

Steve's hands clenched into fists at his side and he grit his teeth.  Natasha noticed, of course, but didn't react.  “He doesn't have a phone, Rox.”

“Really?” she sat up, wide-eyed, “Who doesn't have a phone these days?” she glanced back down at her screen.  “Aw, man.  They're canceling my favorite zombie drama. That's stupid with two Os,” she muttered as she ambled out of the room.

Natasha watched her leave, then whirled to face the fuming Captain.  “Really?  You're still pining over her?  When are you going to nut up and say something?” she prodded, glancing at his white-knuckled fists.

A muscle in his jaw twitched.  “It's pretty obvious she prefers Buck.  Or Thor.  Or both, you heard her,” he shrugged and looked toward the doorway, then sighed.  “I'm not going to chase after a rejection.”

She chuckled and shook her head. “Methinks you might be stupid with two Os.  That woman has had the hots for you since she joined the team, and she's pretty much made a fool of herself for you for the last year.”

He groaned and dragged a hand over his face.   “Why is dealing with women so difficult?  It's just-just impossible,” he complained.

“Steve, you deal with aliens, terrorists, and murderous lunatics on a near-daily basis.  After all that, you still think women are difficult?”

He sighed and placed his hands on his hips.  “Bad guys can be dispatched, arrested, or otherwise stopped. Dealing with women takes finesse, and I don't have any of that. Or experience.  Give me a murderous lunatic any day of the week. I'd much prefer that.  The serum doesn't help with this one,” he grimaced.

Natasha's eyebrows raised.  “Okay, Captain Wuss,” she teased.

“That's the first time I've been called that,” he mumbled, “at least, to my face.”  The only reply was the Black Widow's signature smirk, so he hung his head and huffed.  “Sure feels like I'm being ganged up on around here.” He went in search of the rest of the team in an effort to continue game night, following the sound of cheering and whooping to the media room.

Apparently a high-stakes game of Mario Kart was the cause of the cacaphony.  The team was gathered on the plush seating, with Wanda, Sam, Clint, and Bucky playing while Vision and Roxanne watched and cheered them on.  

Steve squinted when he saw Roxanne was seated on the back of the couch behind Bucky.  He was wedged between her legs and she was running her fingers through his hair, detangling it as she encouraged him to “Kick their asses, Buckaroo!”

Disappointed, Steve frowned and turned to leave, almost crashing into Natasha in the process.

She glared up at him, silently stamped her foot, and pointed forcefully at Roxanne.

Steve shook his head and gestured with his thumb over his shoulder, then crossed his arms over his chest.

Natasha squinted.

He shook his head again.

She raised a finger and circled it in the air, then pointed again at Roxanne.

Steve shook his head again.

Natasha placed both hands on his chest and shoved, making him stagger back a step, then jutted her chin toward Roxanne.

He rolled his eyes, but the redhead poked his chest so hard, he coughed.   While he was distracted she took him by the shoulders and spun him around, then shoved.  He stumbled forward a couple of steps, then glared at her over his shoulder.

Natasha placed her hands on her hips and tapped her foot.

“Oh what the hell?” he thought, and marched over to Roxanne, standing directly behind her.  She didn't notice because of the game noise, so he leaned down to her ear and loudly asked, “How's it going?”

In the blink of an eye, Steve found himself flat on his back with Roxanne on top of him holding a wickedly-sharp blade to his throat, wide-eyed and panting.

“Sorry!  I didn't mean to scare- Put the knife down.  Please,” he pleaded.  “Roxy?”

Roxanne tossed the knife aside and scrambled off of him, then ran out the door.

Steve lay there splayed out like a starfish, staring at the ceiling and wondering why fuckery kept finding its way to him, as his team mates gathered around.  They peered down at him curiously, barely-concealed amusement on each face.

“Hey Steve, you dead?”  Bucky asked, his lips twitching in an effort to keep laughter at bay.

Clint snickered.  “Dead from embarrassment, maybe.  Rox is crazy fast!”

Groaning, Steve pressed his palms into his eyes.  “You should go talk to her, Buck.”

“Huh?  Why me?”

Sitting up, the Captain eyeballed his best friend and snorted.  “Obvious reasons.”

Bucky blinked, then looked from Steve to Natasha.  “The fuck is he talkin' about?”

She shrugged.  “He thinks Rox has a thing for you.”

“Oh.  Oh!  Really?” Bucky hummed. “I should go talk to her.”  

Steve made a strangled moan as Bucky headed out the door, then stood and straightened his clothing.  “See you guys later,” he grunted and left the room as his team mates watched, helpless and confused.

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Roxanne was seated at a window and brooding when she heard the tentative knocks at her door.  Ignoring the first few was easy, but it became more difficult when the knocks turned to loud booms. Grumbling, she made her way across the floor. “Okay, gimme a second.”  She yanked open the door to find Bucky on the other side.  “Oh, hey.  Come in.”   She went back to her window seat while he stood there shifting from one foot to the other. “Close the door, and sit down.”

He complied and took a seat on the overstuffed armchair.  “Everything okay, doll?  You kinda took off in a hurry earlier.”

She didn't bother to look at him, her gaze still fixed outside and fingertips trailing over the weave of the curtains.  “I pulled a knife on Steve, Buck.  Steve!”

“Yeah.  It's not the first time that's happened to him.  Won't be the last.”

“First for me.  He's my Captain.  My friend.  My very dear friend!” she insisted, “You don't hold a knife to your friend's throat!”

Bucky smirked and scoffed.  “I've done that.  And shot him.  Stabbed him, beat the hell out of him... and he's been my closest friend for eighty years.”

Roxanne pinched the bridge of her nose and grimaced.  “That is an entirely different situation...uh, entirely, and you know it.  He's never gonna forgive me for this, and even if he does, I won't forgive me.”  She slammed her fists down on the wooden window sill with bruising force, a resounding crack echoing through the room.

 Bucky was across the floor in an instant, taking her trembling wrists in his hands. “Doll, you're scaring me.  Please, just, calm down.”  They stayed like that until Roxanne's breathing slowed and the shaking stopped.    Finally he released her wrists and wrapped his arms around her as she leaned against his chest, swaying them back and forth.

“Ohh, I feel better already.  You're really warm.” She snuffled at his shirt.  “And you smell good,” she complimented, resting her hands on his sides.

He flinched.  “Thanks.”

Roxanne curled her fingers and he flinched again.  “Oh, Bucky... you're so...” she curled her fingers again, “Ticklish!”  She attacked his sides in earnest as he tried to fend her off carefully.

“Doll,” he squirmed, trying to back away from her, “Woman!  You'd better stop,” he warned.

She narrowed her eyes and smirked.  “Or what, Buckaroo?”  Snaking a hand into each of his armpits, she unleashed tickle hell.  “No mercy!”

Bucky bit his lower lip, trying to stifle his laughter.  “Okay, girly,” he snorted, “You've messed with the wrong person.”  He twisted away from her and crouched.

Roxanne backed up and her eyes went wide.  “Oh shit.  I've triggered the Big Bad Wolf!”  She giggled crazily and sprinted across the room, vaulting over the couch.

The chase was on.  Roxanne had the advantage of knowing the living space like the back of her hand, but Bucky was the superior tactician, so she she managed to keep out of his reach by the skin of her teeth.  He finally cornered her in the bedroom, where she'd ended up standing on the far side of her bed, plastered against the wall.

“I've got you!” he laughed, and leaped onto the bed with a victory shout, planting both feet in front of her.

Roxanne squealed and Bucky's fingers contacted her ribs, then they heard a small cracking sound.  “Uh oh,” she whispered as the bed tilted precariously and slammed to the floor.  They both lie there in a heap for a moment before disentangling from one another and jumping apart, Roxanne at the foot of the bed, Bucky at the up-tilted side.  They looked from the crazily leaning mattress to each other and back again, then burst into laughter.

“Not exactly the way I pictured us breaking my bed,” Roxanne quipped, waggling her eyebrows as she pulled the bed away from the wall and surveyed the damage.

Bucky's face flushed deep red and dared to glance at her.  “So, uh...” he trailed off.

“Hm?  I think I have something I can use to prop this up until tomorrow,” she murmured distractedly from the low side of the mattress.  “No big deal.  I was ready for something new anyway.”  The mattress shifted hard and she looked up to see Bucky was perched on the high side.  She held up a hand, forbidding him to continue.  “Sir, that slide is for children only.”

Bucky snorted and slid across the surface anyway, landing neatly beside her.  “Lemme see.”  He raised the mattress and box spring with one hand and peered at the broken side rail, then grimaced.  “Yep, snapped right in half. I'll hold this up while you get the blocks or whatever,” he offered.

When it was all put right, Roxanne hugged Bucky, thanking him for helping.  If they held on a little longer than friends do, neither mentioned it.  “Wanna watch a movie?” she offered, breaking the sudden tension, “You can choose.”

He agreed and she hustled off to take a quick shower while he searched through the titles for the new horror flick she'd been excited to see for a while.

When she returned she shimmied under the covers next to him and sighed happily.  “You found it!  Been waiting for this one.”

“Uh huh.  You're gonna fall asleep, you know.”

“No way.  I've been looking forward to this movie for months!”

“Right, sure.  Wanna bet on that?”

She growled playfully at him.  “All I want to do right now is cuddle with you in bed... is that too much to ask?”

Bucky waggled his eyebrows at her. “That's all?  You sure, doll?”

“Well,” she turned to him and trailed her fingers over his chest. “I also want you to take off your pants.”

He blinked.

“You gonna?”

He blinked again.

“Earth to Bucky.”

“Uh, sure, okay.”  He pulled off his sweatpants and tossed them carelessly to the floor.

“See?  Isn't that more comfortable? Oh,” she squinted at him, “You are wearing underpants, right?”

He blushed furiously.  “Roxy!  Of course I am!”

“Okay, geez.  Those sweats are pilly and scratchy.  Ugh, how can you wear those?  Get comfy and let's watch this flick.”I've been looking forward to this movie for months!”

They joked and snarked at the movie as it played – it really was written poorly – and generally laughed so much, they missed half of the dialogue.

“Are you kidding me?” Bucky snorted as the main characters made yet another idiotic mistake in the haunted estate.  “This would never happen if it was you and me in their place, doll.”

Roxanne nodded.  “Right? I'd freakin' lose it, I'd be all up in your face like, 'How could you lose our children in our own house?'  Bah!”

They made it through to the end and put on a dumb comedy afterward, but they were both fading fast.  Yawning widely, Roxanne squeezed the arm Bucky had wrapped around her waist.  “Thanks for helping me feel better, Buckaroo.  You're awesome.”

“I sure am,” he chuckled. “Anytime, Roxy-girl.”

They nodded off halfway or so through the movie, warm and comfortable in the temporarily-repaired bed. Bucky awoke somewhere around two o'clock and eased his way out of her quarters, still in his t-shirt and boxers, sweatpants in his hand.  As he quietly closed the door and made his way to his room, he failed to notice he was being observed by his best friend.

Steve stood at the corner, watching Bucky leave his girl's room, sadness and jealousy bubbling in his gut.  He scoffed at himself for calling Roxanne “his” in his own head and spun around to hit the gym again... only to come face-to-face with Natasha.

“Seems like I'm always catching you running away from Rox,” she quipped, and folded her arms across her chest.

He sighed.  “Not running away. Leaving.  She's already had, uh, company.”

“Who, Barnes?” she snorted, “I have it on good authority that she didn't bang him.”

The Captain raised a brow.  “Oh yeah? How's that, spycams in her bedroom?”

“Careful, Rogers,” she warned. “Because you're hurting, I'll let that one slide.  Here.”  She tapped at her phone a few times and handed it over, open to a messaging app.

Rox:  Natty!  I need HELLLLLLLP! Please!!!

-What's the matter?  Who do I have to murder?

Rox:  NAT

-No, really.  I will.

Rox:  Nothing like that.  I freaked out after almost stabbing Steve and Bucky came to check on me and long story short I asked him to snuggle in bed with me.   Did I fuck up????????

-…

Rox:  Hurry Natty!  Need answers I'm in the bathroom and need to leave!

-There's nothing wrong with you SNUGGLING with Bucky.  

Rox:  that's all we're gonna do I swear.  He's super hot but we're not there yet ya know???

Rox: gotta go thnx I love you!!!!

Steve read and re-read the manic message exchange a few times, letting it sink in.  He gave Natasha her phone back and dragged a hand over his face.  “Dammit.”

“Uh huh.”

He stood straighter, hands on hips, and cocked his head at her.  “That still doesn't mean they didn't... fondue.   Going by the timestamp on the messages, they had plenty of time for that.”

Natasha huffed and slapped him hard on the arm.  “If Rox had been planning on doing Barnes, she would have asked for wildly different advice.”

With a look, he urged her to continue.

“Oh dear God, you just might be stupid with two Os.  She's asked me for sex advice before, obviously.”

Steve frowned.  “I don't need to hear this.”

“Actually, I think you do.  Remember when you watched 'The Wizard of Oz' with her in your room and she took an oddly long time to bring the popcorn?”

His jaw dropped.

“She asked me how it was possible for you to be such an adorable puppy and so smokin' hot at the same time.”

His face went scarlet.  “She asked you that?”

“Yep,” she nodded.  “Compared you to a giant yellow labrador retriever puppy.  She was hopeful, but it didn't happen.  I mean, obviously.”

“I have-  I need to-  I've gotta go. Thanks, Natasha.” He stepped around her and jogged toward the elevator.

She watched him go, shaking her head and muttering, “All the men in this tower share the same brain cell, I swear.”

Roxanne was dreaming peacefully, quietly snoring into her pillow and curled up burrito-style in her blankets, when she was rudely jolted awake by a loud thumping. Snorting in a completely unladylike manner, she forced herself out of bed and across the floor.  

She slumped against the wall and snarled, “It's four in the morning, what do you want?”

Shuffling sounds came from the other side of the door.  “It's, uh, it's me.  Steve.  May I come in?”

“Oh.  Yeah- yes, please.”   She swung the door open wide to allow him inside.

“Are you okay?  You were so upset when you left, and I- I thought you might still be... sad?”

“Really?”

He nodded quickly.  “Yeah, so I thought I'd bring something to cheer you up.”  He produced a plush yellow Labrador puppy from behind his back and thrust it toward her.

Blinking, she gently took the stuffed toy.  “So you thought I was sad, because of...earlier.”

“Yes.”

“And you really thought buying me a puppy was going to cure my sadness?”

His expression mirrored the stuffed pup's exactly and she smiled fondly at him.

“Well... you were right.   Thank you!”  She tucked the gift under one arm and hugged Steve with the other before gasping and jumping away from him.  “I'm sorry!”

“Wait, what?  Why are you apologizing?”

Eyes glassy with tears that were about to spill over, she blurted, “You must hate me!  I put a knife to your throat, Steve.  That's not something you just brush off.  We're- we're f-friends.  Close.  You're my Captain!”  there was no stopping the word vomit now, as mortified as she was.  Might as well rip off the Band-aid.  “And you're amazing and smokin' hot and I've had the biggest damn crush on you for so long and all I want to do is kiss your stupidly handsome face, and...  Oh no,” she whined and covered her face with both hands.  “On a scale from one to ten how much do you want to punch me right now?”  She asked quietly, peeking at him between her fingers.

Concerned, Steve placed his hands on her shoulders and gently squeezed.  “Sweetheart, slow down.  Just breathe for me, okay?” he soothed.  “First of all... No, I don't hate you.  We're not there just yet.  You'd have to do a hell of a lot worse than pouncing on me with a knife to make me hate you,” he grinned at her.

Roxanne winced.  “I- I don't-”

“Are you saying you're plotting my demise as we speak, doll?”

“Steve!  I would never, and you know it,” she denied.

He laughed heartily at her distress. “Okay, okay, sorry.  Just giving you a little grief.  I'll let you get back to sleep.”  He turned to the door.

“Yeah, like I'm gonna be able to knock out again after all of this.”

Steve sighed.  “Want me to go get Buck for you?  Maybe he can help.”

Roxanne rolled her eyes and tossed the stuffed dog onto the sofa.  “Steve Rogers, you big, gorgeous idiot!”

He blinked.  “Um.  I'll take that as a compliment...I guess.”

She flung herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.  “I've been mooning over you for a year now and- and I didn't know how to- didn't think I should say anything.  It's not my place and...”

He held her close and smiled.  “I've done my share of pining, too, sweetheart.”

“I have an idea,” she said, then leaned forward and pressed her lips to his for a short and sweet kiss.  “Wanna go stargazing and cuddle under the moonlight?  What's left of it, that is,” she suggested.

“On one condition.  Call me your ‘Captain’ again.”

Trailing her fingertips over his chest, she fluttered her eyelashes and in a breathy voice, asked, “Would my Captain like to go up on the rooftop with me?”

Steve’s chest rumbled and his eyes darkened.  “Yes ma’am, I’d like that very much.”

Later, bundled up together on one of the rooftop chaise lounges, Steve and Roxanne weren't doing much stargazing.  Caught up in the closeness, the newness, instead they spent the pre-dawn time making out and murmuring sweet nothings, as lovers do, until Steve's phone alarm sounding at half-past six pulled them from their serotonin haze, and they both groaned in irritation.

“We probably should have gotten some sleep, sweetheart.”

“I was sleeping soundly until somebody pounded on my door,” she teased, and poked his chin.

“Uh huh.  Was it worth it?”

“I dunno... I was really comfortable, and I need my beauty sleep or I wake up looking like sea hag.”

He tutted and kissed her forehead. “Aw, I'm sorry, doll.  How can I make it up to you?”

Tapping her lips with her fingers, she pretended to consider his words.  “How about... another cuddle session?  Longer this time and with more kissing.”

“I think I can manage that,” he grinned.

“Oh, and bring Bucky.”

He gasped and tickled her mercilessly.

“Okay, okay!  Enough!”  She kissed him soundly, then they untangled from the blankets and headed for the door, hand in hand.

Steve sighed wistfully.  “We wasted so much time, you know.”

“Yeah,  maybe we really are stupid with two Os,” she teased, nudging him with an elbow.

He chuckled and opened the door for her.  “Maybe so, darlin'.  Maybe so.”

She passed him and sauntered toward the residential area, calling back over her shoulder, “About bringing Bucky along, though-”

Thundering footfalls sounded behind her as she squealed and ran for her life, giggling madly all the way.

[nautiscarader]

Smutember - day 11 costumes, Maxanncey

Anonymous 30 May

maxanncey  11 

Max/Roxanne/Stacey, 2.5k, E

(Ao3)

If you liked my story, here’s a Ko-fi link if you’d be so kind ❤️.    

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Roxanne and Stacey waited nervously in front of ordinary-looking door to a hotel room. Nothing about them was imposing, and yet the knowledge who was behind them made them both giddy, and just slightly intimidated, though that last feeling was quickly silenced by excitement from the prospect of what awaited them.

Soon, the two college girls heard footsteps, and when the door opened, the two gasped when the tall, handsome man in his trademark yellow jumpsuit opened the door.

- Finally, I've been waiting for-

He eyed, them, at least as much as he could through his sunglasses, and lowered them just a bit, awaiting their response.

- You two don't look like room service. - No-No, we're not, mister Powerline, sir! - Roxanne clapped her hands. - We're your fans and wanted to pay a visit to you. We were in the first row, tonight, don't you remember us?

The two swayed from side to side, their subtle, yet seductive moves adding to their excitement that made their faces crimson.

- Oh, yeah, now I remember... - he smiled. - Do you... want autographs? - he asked, knowing the answer. - Well, it would be nice... - Roxanne spoke, toying with her hair.   - But.. you have something of ours. - Stacey finished, leaning against him. - Oh really? And what would that be?

The girls looked at each other with a sly look in their eyes, and without skipping a beat showed him what they were missing. Roxanne lifted her shirt, exposing her naked breasts, while Stacey did the same to her skirt, revealing lack of her panties and a tiny streak of glimmering liquid heat that has been dripping down her thigh.

Max let out a quick gasp that nearly made his glasses fall down from his nose, though that allowed him to look closely at the marvellous sight presented in front of him. The two young, eager women didn't seem to mind exposing themselves to him in the corridor, and proudly showed their bodies, until he regained his composure.

- Well, I might have caught some bras and some panties... But I don't know which are yours. Would you like to come inside and, uh, check which are yours? - We would, thank you.

The two giggled, and stepped inside.

- Wow, nice room. - Roxanne spoke, tryng to hide the carcasm. - Hang on, let me...

Max reached to the nightstand and flicked on a switch. The lamps next to his bed switched off, temporarily drowning the room in darkness, and a fter a while, colours erupted everywhere when it was revealed that instead of their regular lamp on the ceiling, a disco-ball-ball has been installed.

- Wow! - Stacey and Roxanne gasped in genuine surprise - Now that's a room worthy of a music star. - Would you like some whiskey? - Max asked cockily, reaching to the same nightstand without waiting for an answer.

Roxanne and Stacey shared excited looks and when Max handed them two small glasses with brown liquid inside, Roxanne gulped it down first, and her eyes bulged out when she felt a burning, overwhelming sensation in her mouth.

- I warned you.

Max winked at his surprised girlfriend, while his other one sipped her drink a bit more carefully.  

- By the way, I'm Roxanne. - And I'm Stacey.

The two reached their hands and giggled when Max planted gallant kiss on each of them.

- But you can call us... whatever you want.

Before he knew, the two ravenous fangirls were on him, kissing him senselessly, pushing him, one step at a time towards the bed, until he collapsed and the two landed safely on his now-half-naked body.

- A-And how did you exactly pass my guards? - Max suddenly asked, interrupting Roxanne's and Stacey's finger work, undoing buttons of his costume in what was supposed to be a set of subtle moves.

Roxanne and Stacey exchanged baffled looks, and once more uncovered their partially naked bodies, letting her idol's gaze lay upon their beauty they have been hiding for the past hour or so during the concert.

- Ah, should have guessed. - But don't worry, they only got to look at it. - You will get so much more...

The front zipper of his costume was lowered to his belt, and with that, the costume split in two, though neither of the girls wanted to completely disrobe her idol, and from his behaviour, he liked staying in it as well. The girls crawled back up to kiss their lover and with that, they began peppering his exposed chest with more of their kisses, strategically placed, that excited the music star, especially when they approached his crotch.

There was one last thing they wanted to do, and with a slightly clumsy move, girls got rid of his boxers, and gasped when it sprung up and into their hands.

- Wow, it's even bigger than we thought! - And we got those front row seats to see it. - Stacey added, taking first lick of the music star's cock.

Roxanne soon followed, taking turns in adoring the older man's manhood, with just a few pauses to undo their own clothes, though the girls made sure to never leave him without attention. Max wasn't idle either; for once, with the disco lamp he also brought the cd-player with "his" concert recordings, and when those began playing, Stacey and Roxanne eagerly began moving their half-naked bodies to the rhythm.

And when both of them got rid of their clothes, they both let out a moan, as Max's fingers quickly found their way to their wet pussies, prompting the girls to give him a closer view of their tushies, just for convenience's sake, as they caressed on his cock.

Soon just licking or kissing it wasn't enough, and the girls took turns taking him down their throats, while the other caressed his testicles. Every once in a while their eyes would meet, and the two college girls would share the same excitement; whether it was from whom they were making love to, the colours and music that made their head spin, or the alcohol in their veins.  

On the other side of the bed, Max was having a different conundrum. He threw his head back into the pillow, momentarily losing the precious connection with his ladies, unsure if he wanted to return to it. On one hand, the sight of Roxanne and Stacey worshipping his cock, as well as their dripping, wet pussies was the sight of pure, heavenly dreams, on the other, he knew their foxy gazes would hasten his climax.

He opted to taunt them a bit more, by sliding his sunglasses on, giving him the chance to prolong the blissful delight he was receiving just a tad longer.

- I remember how eager you were to-to join me on stage. - he spoke, feeling their tongues lapping around his head in unison once more - You -you wanted to get with me there, right? Suck my dick in front of five thousand people? - Oh yes! - the two cheered, sliding their lips back and forth along his length - Turn the volume up, we want to hear it!

Max did that, and as the cheering of the crowd reached his ears, they all imagined it: thousands of people watching two eager girls furiously fellating a rock star, waiting for his big finish... Roxanne and Stacey joined their mouths, as their tongues closed around his head, occasionally using their joined lips to slide up and down his shaft.

Knowing he was fighting a lost battle, Max let it go and yelled out what sounded like a combination of their names, as his cock erupted, covering Roxanne and Stacey's faces with copious amount of cum. But the girls would not let that happen; Roxanne was the first to close her mouth completely around his twitching head, catching most of his cum, and only later passed it to Stacey, who hungrily drank the rest.

The two moaned, feeling the heat between their thighs, intensified by Max's uncoordinated, but nonetheless successful fingering, and as they rose to their knees, Roxanne leaned against her girlfriend, hungry for more of what was hers.

- Can you imagine, Stacey? - Roxanne spoke, dragging her tongue across her girlfriend's body, collecting droplets of seed - Doing that on the stage? With so many people watching...?

Her hand worked overtime between Stacey's legs, helped by her own fingers too, and when Roxanne painted a vivid image of people looking at her, covered in thick seed, Stacey first let out a meek moan and collapsed to the side, leaving Roxanne hanging.

- Care to take her place?

Roxanne addressed their lover, pointing to her own sex, once caressed by Stacey's fingers, and just like he did with his offering of drink, she didn't wait for an answer and crawled over his mouth, seeing the reflection of her naked body in his big glasses as she positioned herself over his lips.

She could still feel his quickened breath from his explosive climax when her wet lips were pressed against his mouth, and as his tongue lapped the droplets of her heat, Roxanne knew she wasn't gonna last too long either. her hands dug into his hair, adoring the lightning-shaped hairdo she didn't want to ruin, but as his hands gripped her thighs to push her down on him, Roxanne wailed Powerline's name and surrendered her body to him.

Meanwhile, Stacey was having much bigger plans; she opened a package of condoms and after cleaning his length from the last bits of cum (which she gulped down with another dose of whiskey), she slid it on, before she straddled him and unceremoniously impaled herself on his cock.

Roxanne heard his moan, muffled by her own lips, when Stacey began riding him, and as quickly as it began, her hands closed around her breasts, pulling her back slightly, just so their lips could meet. As the music blasted around them, the three imagined it once more: doing it raw, in front of a crowd that cherished every one of their moves and observed their naked bodies, moving in unison...

The rhytm was broken, however, when Roxanne began thrashing against their lover's face, under not only his oral caresses, but also Stacey's quick fingers, and soon the red-head cried their lover's names, and collapsed, once again, into Stacey's arms, while Max eagerly lapped at the juices she flooded his mouth with.

But he only got a bit of the taste, as Stacey quickly pulled her towards her, just so the two could both ride their boyfriend's cock. Not a minute has passed since Max's tongue left her still twitching pussy, when his cock slid effortlessly inside, thanks to the orgasm she's lived through.

Stacey wasn't left empty-handed; for once Roxanne's hand reached her folds, and with Roxanne's body slightly angled, she could still slide against the base of his cock and his testicles, massaging them to fill one of them faster. Two more times the girls switched places, increasing the tempo of their riding, wondering which one will be the lucky girl to make Powerline cum, and as it turned out, it was Stacey.

Seeing the girls fighting for his attention drove Max crazy, and when lost count of the amount of switches they've made, he lost control over his body either. His back arched and he let out a low, but meek roar, filling the condom with several shots of his cum. The girls weren't far behind him, their hands resting against their pussies quickly completed the trifecta of pleasure, and soon they mere moaning each other's names, as their bodies thrashed against each other.

The girls shared a heated kiss, before they joined Max in their shared climax, and though only Stacey could feel his cock pumping his seed inside the condom, Roxanne was shivering as well, feeling the spasm of his balls she was gently fondling.

When their lips parted, Roxanne fell to the bed, shifting her attention to their lover, while Stacey took a few seconds more to lift her shivering body from the cock she was impaled onto and joined her with the caresses, moving Max's head from one side to the other.

- Say, girls... - he spoke, reaching for a paper towel once the storm of kisses died down - I'm going on a tour across the states tomorrow and...

He didn't have to wait for reaction too long. Roxanne and Stacey at once let out a wild gasp and swarmed around him, once more travelling down his chest with kisses, while he painted the idyllic image of their near future.

- A month... from... west to east coast, you know... twenty concerts, at least... - he spoke, holding his moans - And... well, I kinda need two backup dancers. And, well... you girls have proven to be quite fit, so, I think you will do just fine. - And what happened to them? - Roxanne suddenly asked, stopping her caresses. - Huh? - Those backup dancers that are no longer with you. Did they suddenly have to take maternity leave?

Stacey finished, watching as their lover's cocky facial expression fades away and his eyes widen in realisation.

- Oh, well... - he stammered - You-you know... - Yes, we do know.

Roxanne pressed her hands against his chest in a sudden, decisive move as she straddled him.

- That's why we insisted on condoms. - she smiled, opening another pack to slide onto his cock they have already cleaned with their tongues. - We don't want to get replaced so easily...

The two giggled and nested themselves against him, sneaked their hands underneath his costume to massage his chest, peppering it occasionally with kisses.

- So... you girls are okay with it? A month of music, dance, alcohol, and hopefully protected sex?

Roxanne and Stacey looked at each other, before they erupted into a loud "Yes!" and reached to cover Max's face with more fiery kisses. The timing was almost perfect, as the loud cheering of the crowd from the recording ended just when Roxanne and Stacey laid her last kisses on their boyfriend's face.

- Did you enjoy the show? - Max asked, sliding his glasses off. - Oh, hell yeah. - Stacey answered - I didn't expect the lights. - She looked up at the lamp.. - I didn't expect real whiskey. - Roxanne added, somewhat sheepishly - But I most certainly didn't mind it... - So what's in for the next part of the story?

Stacey lay her head on his shoulder, while Roxanne positioned herself between the two, alternating her kisses.

- Be patient, girls. - Max responded - I don't know how the story of Max, a simple guy pretending to be Powerline will go... But I know next time you will have to wear the costumes too. - Why, thank you, Maxie. - Roxanne spoke with a half-pretence tone, shooting Stacey with a knowing gaze - That's very generous of you, those costumes are pricey. And you have bought two of them! - Ah, well, er...

The girls giggled and nested themselves into his chest, stifling Max;s response to a conundrum he put himself in. But as their hands coaxed his body into another round of caresses, Max came to the conclusion that if it was going to lead into more wild nights like these, more costumes would be a good investment.  

[kayincolwyn]

In Memory Of Roxy

Yesterday my family and I sadly had to say goodbye to our beloved family cat Roxy, whom we have had in our family for about 16-17 years, nearly half my life.

Within the last week she got very sick and went downhill quickly, and she showed all the signs of fading away that we've seen in cats of her age that we have had in the past, so rather than prolonging her suffering we decided to take her to the Humane Society to have her put to sleep yesterday. Sadly because we are still in the midst of a global pandemic I wasn't able to be with her in her last moments like I wanted to be, but thankfully she was quiet and calm when we gave her over, and they said it went smoothly and she didn't struggle. We believe she was ready to go, and that gives us some comfort.

I realize that losing a 'pet' in the midst of a global pandemic and widespread civil rights protests, all of which are of course important and need our attention, seems small and inconsequential, and I can understand that as I know others are having to face far more pain and loss than I am right now, and no doubt some would say 'well she's just a cat'. Trust me, I know that the timing of this is crazy, as having to deal with the weight of everything that is going on around me as well as my grief is just surreal for lack of a better word, and I know that there are those who see animals as having less importance or value than human beings, which I can kind of understand at least to a point (even though I don't wholly agree), but then in my experience you can love an animal as much as you can a person, if not exactly in the same way, and you can certainly grieve for the loss of them as much as you can for the loss of a person, as I know from experience

C.S. Lewis, the author of The Chronicles Of Narnia, once said this when speaking of love:

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”

I agree with Lewis here, that, and whether we like it or not, with love comes vulnerability, and if we want the joy of bonding with another person, or even with an animal, we must accept also the potential grief of losing them, as we inevitably will lose both humans and animals that we love at some point in our lives. That vulnerability, that potential grief, is all part of a package deal that just we have to accept as best we can if we choose to love. Love and loss must go hand in hand in this world that we live in as difficult as that reality may be.

With all of that said, I just wanted to tell you a little about Roxy.

Like my dog Shasta (who I also wrote a tribute for a few years ago), we inherited Roxy from my aunt Stephanie after she passed away when Roxy was a kitten. Stephanie bought Roxy at a pet store, and I think she named her after the song Roxanne by The Police. Roxy stayed with us in our trailer along with Shasta and my sister's cat Smokey (who passed away last year at about the same age as Roxy) for about the first ten years of her life, and I admit to my regret that I didn't pay as much attention to her or bond with her as much then as much as I did with Shasta or Smokey, as she was at that time more standoffish and something of an 'ice queen', and there were times I would lash out at her in anger, and I feel that I ignored her far more than she deserved.

But about seven years ago when we moved out of our trailer and into our apartment where we now live, with my sister taking Smokey with her and with my dad helping Shasta find a new home (as we couldn't take Shasta with us) with some friends of his on the coast, we took Roxy with us, and once she got over the usual anxiety of being introduced to a new home, she began to blossom in ways that she hadn't before. I think we realized overtime that she had been more standoffish and 'icy' because she didn't like having to compete with other animals and was more comfortable having the place to herself, so for the next seven years we let her 'rule the roost' so to speak, and she opened up more and became more affectionate, and my mom and I bonded with her more overtime, and when my wife Kaylyn moved in about a year later she bonded with her more as well.

Roxy could be something of a 'diva' at times, demanding our complete attention, but she could also be very sweet, and she was often quirky and silly, and as many animal lovers will talk about, overtime we developed our own little traditions with her, like her love of sitting in front of the heater while eating some goodies, also known as 'heats and treats', or 'Sunday dinner' when we would give her a can of wet food as a special weekly treat which she was always ecstatic about, or how she loved to lay in between my mom's legs when she was sleeping in bed, or lay on my lap while I was watching movies or shows or writing or chatting with friends on my laptop on the couch in our living room, or how she would greet me at the door almost every night I came home from work, waiting and hoping for more treats, or how she would 'help me' with my exercises by plopping on the floor next to me while I was working out in my room, or how she would plop on the floor in the midst of gatherings of family or friends at our place, as if saying 'look at me', or some of her favorite sleeping spots in our apartment (or should I say her apartment), including my 'Tardis' (or should I say her Tardis), a Doctor Who throw blanket that Kay bought me a few years ago, which she often laid on while Kay and I hung out together in our room, keeping us company, or how Kay and I would refer to my mom as 'grammy' or to ourselves as 'mom and dad' and would call her our 'fuzzy daughter'.

There were all of these traditions, and more, that we developed over our seven years with her here in our little two bedroom apartment, and her presence and these moments with her would make us smile or laugh or would give us a little more joy than I believe we would otherwise have, and while for the first half of her life I admit that we may not have appreciated her as much as she deserved, in the second half we realized what a wonderful little soul she was and really bonded with her and were grateful that she was a part of our lives.

Roxy seemed to be very healthy for her age, and looked very good for her age as well, even to the point that I had begun to call her 'the Sophia Loren of kitties', and I had hoped that she would be one of those very rare cats that made it into her twenties, but I knew her time would come someday and with her age that it could come anytime, though I wish we had had more time with her, and as many animal lovers will say, I wish that she could live longer, as long as us 'hoomans' can live.

After Roxy was put to sleep she was wrapped in my Tardis (her Tardis, now and forever) blanket and placed into a sealed canvas bag that the Humane Society gave us, and then my mom and I took her up to my dads place out in the country up in Washington, and we buried her in a garden area behind their house, under an open sky and next to a fence with a big beautiful green pasture behind it. We also sprinkled some of our friend Bryan's ashes in the grave with her, as our friend Bryan (who passed from cancer about three years ago, and who I also wrote a tribute for) had a special bond with Roxy and she with him whenever he came over to visit us, so we think he would have appreciated if some of his ashes were left with her.

These last few days have been hard for me I admit, especially knowing that I was somehow, in the words of my wife, 'her favorite human', with her wanting to be around me more than any of us, but with that honor I also bonded with her the most I think, so I have been doing a lot of crying the last few days, which is unusual for me, and it has been hard letting her go, and like I was telling a friend a little while ago, it now feels like a part of our home is missing.

A couple nights ago with the encouragement of my friend Annie (who also sadly recently lost her cat Paws) I took about an hour to just hold her in my lap and tell her how I felt about her, apologizing to her for all of those times that I was mean to her or ignored her, especially in the first half of her life, thanked her for being with me for nearly half my life and for all the joy she had given me and telling her how much I loved her and would miss her, and just crying over her while she burrowed quietly in my lap, not understanding my words but maybe understanding how I felt about her on some primal level.

It was still hard to let her go, but I tried to do my best, and am still trying. But I am grateful for the time that I and my family did have with her, and for all the ways she enriched our lives. I also hope that somehow she will live on in spirit. Like my family and I have been saying, maybe Shasta or Bryan or Stephanie were there to help her cross over into whatever spiritual realm there may be for animals beyond this one, which I hope there is. Maybe if all dogs go to heaven, perhaps all cats do too... My medium friend Claire Broad (the author of What The Dead Are Dying To Teach Us) told me, when I shared about losing Roxy with her, that 'She will definitely go into spirit.  She’s consciousness after all like we all are.  I’ve seen many spirit animals.  She’ll be with you still.'

I will try to take that to heart, and I hope that maybe I will see her again someday, somewhere, somehow. But until then I will try to be grateful for the time I had with her, and will try to let her go and move on as best I can. My wife and I are hoping to eventually get another cat after we have had some time to grieve, but we will always remember Roxy and the time we had with her.

So again I know well that compared to the enormity of everything that is going on in our world today that losing an animal can seem like such a small thing, but even so for us it feels like a big thing, and I am grateful to everyone who has offered their condolences and support to us through this, it is much appreciated, thank you.

With all of that said, here is to Roxy, my silly and beautiful and lovable little  'fuzzy daughter', may you rest in peace and I hope that on the other side you have all the treats and laps and love that you could ever want, and I and others will miss you until hopefully someday we meet again.

[forkanna]

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The poor, distressed camgirl read and reread the message from her benefactor. Her eyes welled up, face crumpled. And finally, she managed a response. "But… no, you're not getting this. Hans is fine; we're fine, it's just hard sometimes. That's all. I'm not gonna die or whatever, so…" Then she tried for a smile. "Stop worrying and start partying with me again. Okay? Like, you bought me this moose; you wanna see me ride him? Naked?"

'Anna it's okay. I really didn't mean to upset you I just don't want to find out someday that you're ijosfk'

"Mountie?" But Elsa was too busy crying and clutching her legs to follow up on her partial message. "H-hey, are you okay? Don't… don't go quiet like that. You paid for this time, remember?" A weak laugh, but when Elsa was still too busy grabbing some tissues she pressed more urgently, "Don't do anything crazy, okay? P-please, I'm so not worth it, I'm fucking trash - like, you're in movies and everything! Who cares if one camgirl gets smacked around once in a while? Don't hurt yourself or anything just because I'm in a weird place in my life! Which I will totally get out of, and be fine! Okay? Please, don't…" A whimpering sob. "Mountie, don't do this…"

'I'm so sorry I was just crying' 'I'm fine. I'm really sorry Anna I didn't mean to worry you I'm so sorry'

Anna breathed a huge sigh of relief, which helped Elsa do the same. Her fingers scrubbed at her eyes as she heard a weak laugh. "Crying over me? Like… I really don't get you."

'Join the club. I haven't got me since I was a little girl.'

"Oh wow, hilarious, Miss Mountie," she laughed - and only then did Elsa realise her mistake. Seemed Anna wasn't the only one who could lapse in her diligence. Worse still, there was no such thing as deleting messages on that website. And of course, it didn't take long for Anna to realise it wasn't a joke. "Wait… I shouldn't- are you? A girl?"

No response. Elsa was hyperventilating, gripping her mouth as if somehow speaking aloud would make a difference in a text-only chat. Anna leaned closer to the camera - just as silly, trying to see an invisible person better.

"You are. Oh… I get it, I'm- I knew you were too nice for a guy. Wow… I… didn't know… I even had female viewers. Like, I'm shook over here."

'I have to go.'

"WAIT!" she yelped, desperate. "L-listen, I didn't mean- I handled this pretty shitty, I'm- you're fine!"

'Everything's fine. I'll talk to you soon. Goodnight Anna'

"Mountie, I'm sor-"

But she had already closed the tab. The last thing she wanted was to hear Anna apologising when she had done literally nothing wrong. Not when Elsa was the one who ruined everything she touched.

                                                        ~ o ~

To be fair, Elsa really did plan on logging on again the following evening. Explaining herself fully; nothing held back anymore. She wasn't the kind of person who left unfinished business lingering around.

As it turned out, she didn't quite get the chance. Because she got another email.

'NorthMountainMan,

'I'm sorry if I came off as super homophobic. Or anything like that. I swear I'm not, I just honestly thought only guys would be interested in me. Maybe that's still homophobic somehow… am I not woke? And this isn't even me saying you're a lesbian or bi or anything. Maybe you just like buying pink stuffed animals for people? But if I offended you I can promise you so hard that I did not mean to and I am sorrier than a Canadian roller derby queen.

'And if you don't mind talking to me about this a little more you can check after the message. Again I'm really sorry.

'XOXO, Roxanne

'Attachment:'

What was attached? A picture. Of a phone number, written in blue ink on a soft palm. Anna's palm.

Her brows drew together and she stared at that image for a long time - so long that she was still doing it when Honey Martin came back from the changing room. "I think this doesn't show enough leg," she sighed with a frown. "We're known persons, we have to be flashier. Don't we?" Elsa gave no response, so she tapped her on the shoulder. "Hello?"

"What? Oh, sorry - let me see." She glanced down along the forest-patterned dress. "Ohhh, I like that. I don't think it's too modest; the nature motif lends itself to that. Or else it would have to be a lot more revealing."

She considered for a moment, then began to nod. "Okay, okay, I see you. But yeah, I love anything nature-y. I'll take it." As she shut the door behind her again, she called out, "By the way, where were you just now?"

"Hm? Standing right here with you."

"No, before that. Your mind was in another universe."

Grimacing, she called back, "Sorry. I was… just lost in thought."

"Obviously. Do you not want to talk about it?"

"No. Well… it's more that… I would be really embarrassed to talk about it, because it's… stupid. I'm sorry."

When her co-star emerged, back in her own light blue a-line and navy blazer, she frowned and stepped closer. "Alright, listen. I know we aren't very close. I'm an extra in your life."

"That isn't-"

"No, no, I get it. The business we're in. But if you want someone to listen, I promise I won't judge. You already know you can trust me. Remember?"

As Elsa self-consciously tugged at the hem of her skirt, she had to concede Honey had a point; they had been through a lot over the past couple of years on set. And she was desperate. "Well… alright. But only if you can also promise not to reveal anything I'm about to tell you. Not that I think you would, but this is going to be… different from last time."

"I'm okay with different," the tanned woman chuckled. "Come on, take me up on it. What have you got to lose?"

So she took her up on it.

                                                        To Be Continued…