#rosie porkchop

[askfazbearfrights]

Hey Rosie do you believe in ghosts?

Rosie: Ghosts? Oh lookit that y’got m’ears all up in a fright. I can’t say I’ve seen any though!

Though I do wonder bout them hmmmm gals-

[fazfrightsquotes]

Rosie Porkchop: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do?

Ralpho: Have everyone stand.

Coils: Bring three more chairs!

Eleanor: The most important ones can sit down.

Funtime Freddy: Kill three.

[furry-tronics]

HELLOO??? WHY ARE THERE ANIMATRONICS SO UNDERRATED FROM THE BOOKS??? ROSIE PORKCHOP???? COILS THE B-DAY CLOWN????? RALPHO???? HELLO??????

I'll have to draw them if no one does, duh

[bittcnneck]

Because my carrd does not look good on computer and I can't edit it, I decided to move it over to a regular Tumblr post.

About Me

Hello! My name is Pucca. I'm a 27 year old semi-literate roleplayer. I go by all the pronouns, but I would appriciate if you used she-her. Doesn't matter, though. I have 6 years of roleplay experience. English is not my first language, so bare with me please!

FNF MUSES:

Pico

Gf (Cherry)

Bf (Keith)

Sarvante

Ruv

Garcello

Mommy dearest

Daddy dearest

Tankman

Senpai

ENCANTO MUSES:

Isabela

Camilo

Mirabel

Julieta

Antonio

OBEY ME! MUSES:

Lucifer

Diavolo

Asmodeus

Yuki (MC)

SCP MUSES:

Scp 049

Scp 035

Scp 999

Scp 079

Scp 2599

HAZBIN HOTEL MUSES:

Charlie Morningstar

Carmilla Carmine

Emily

Lucifer Morningstar

Rosie

Lilith (testing)

YANDERE SIMULATOR MUSES:

Kokona Haruka

Amai Odayaka

Musume Ronshaku

SPIDERMAN MUSES:

Miles Morales

Hobie Brown

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN MUSES:

Connor

Markus

Chloe

OTHER MUSES:

Francis mosses, the milkman (that's not my neighbor) he has an ask blog, @ask-themilkman ! Please follow!

Louis (uglydolls)

Salad fingers

Rae Kim (but you seem fine)

Fade (valorant)

Lacey (Lacey's flash games) (HH AU) (squid game AU)

Ali Abdul (Squid Game)

Jumin Han (Mystic Messanger)

Ayane shiun (porkchop 'n flatscreen)

OCS:

Kiera (SCP OC)

Akihiko (ALPHA MAFIA OC, no fandom)

Len (OMEGA OC, no fandom)

Amelia (CATGIRL OC, no fandom)

Markus Miller (papers please inspector oc)

Iriana (p⭐ oc) has a blog, @rcbbitpure , please follow 💗

RULES:

- if you have a password, I'll only send it in after we become mutuals to make sure you are interested in rping with me, so I don't just send the password while I only follow you 😅 but be sure that I do read the rules.

- I don't drop threads unless it's obvious that it's finished! Don't worry. If I'm not feeling a thread, I will let you know. I hate waiting for so long to just learn that it's not gonna be answered, it's a little annoying and I wish to be told sooner, so I do that. If I don't reply within a week I most likely forgot, so feel free to remind me! I am pretty active, so I will not be upset. In worst case, I'm not feeling it at the moment but that does not mean I dropped it! If I decide to drop it, I'll tell you!

- please do not reblog my open starters if we're not mutuals. You can like, I don't mind.

- I sadly have no bios up for all of my OCS yet, but I plan on making them very soon! If you are interested though please let me know. Also, I love OCS! So please feel free to send me asks by yours!

- personals, You can follow, I do not block, but I am not interested in rping with you, sorry. You can send anons and like my posts though!

- if I'm interacting with a person involved in drama, feel free to reach out to me with proofs! Because I probably didn't know. Please, do not block me because I'm interacting with someone problematic. I mean of course I can't tell you to not block me or not but I mean, if that is your ONLY reason. Please message. Make sure if I know or don't know the shit they did. If they are problematic I most likely will not interact with them.

- I don't do passwords, but you can let me know you read them by telling me if you are ok with pet names or not! I'm big on pet names, I often call people dear, honey, sweetie, babe. If you message me saying I'm good with them or not, this will let me know you read my rules AND let's me make sure I don't cross boundaries if you prefer not to be called pet names!

- no minors. This blog will cover triggering themes. Nsfw will be present. And although everything gets tagged accordingly, I don't want to open that scene to minors. So please even if you follow me, don't interact with me.

- rest are easy, do not follow if you are racist, homophobic, pedophile, a piece of shit basically.

Looking forward to interacting with all of you!

[ataraxiaspainting]

Decided to hop on the Aya lore train! If you play/used to play Animal Crossing, what villagers do/did you have?

omg this is such a fun question!! thank you so much for it, it genuinely made my day hehehe.......... <3

i got all my villagers off a top ten animal crossing villager list in like... may of 2021? i usually just go with whatever's the most popular, which isn't really the best because trends come and go so fast, but after taking some time to think about it i really came to like them. even though most of them fell out of style.

raymond (of course...)

marshal

fauna

coco (creepy cute villager gang rise up, i think she's actually my favorite!! she gives me books and stuff all the time...)

audie (i saw the video about how she was named, and it was the cutest thing ever. i now watch audrey's videos from time to time to get that serotonin kick)

diana

stiches

merengue (my older sister gave her to me after swapping her out for sherb. thanks sis!)

ankha (queen. enough said.)

judy (my friends think she's creepier than coco. i think her star eyes are so pretty...)

honorable mentions: tia, cookie, rosie, daisy, elvis, fang, flurry, all the sanrio villagers, freya, fuchsia, gayle, goldie, julian, june, ketchup, kiki (i see what you did, animal crossing villager naming person. i see you and i appreciate your service.), lobo, lolly, lopez, maple, margie (my first normal villager... i'm sorry i betrayed you...), marina, zucker, mitzi, molly, olivia, wolfgang, peanut, phoebe, poppy, portia, reneigh, sherb, sky, vivian, and whitney.

(yes, it's a lot but to be fair i kicked out a lot of villagers to get the specific ten i wanted.)

both my sisters and i had a whole war going on with this random pig. he would come to our islands and refuse to leave. we're convinced it was the same guy too. he stood in the way of our villager hunting endeavors and we even performed rituals (aka just chanting "i'll eat porkchops" over and over until he left. yes, his name is chops.).

i've only "finished" (in the heaviest quotations imaginable because technically you can't finish it...) animal crossing new horizons. i recently acquired my old nintendo 3ds back after not playing on it for like a decade, i think? bought some cards (nintendogs, dragon quest, pokemon mystery dungeon, etc) and i'm starting to play them whenever i have the time to! they're quite good so far!

[fyrefrostanimus]

Alright we're back. After a day's res- wait it's past midnight, so more than a day I guess- it's time to start wrapping up the Fazbear Frights Ghost series completely: there's really not much left.

But yeah. Really don't like Jessica and Brittany, but as far as I can tell that was on purpose. Loved Rosie Porkchop's design though, so at least we got that.

Jessica and Brittany is pretty much the group's GoldenDuo. It's just a lot more frustrating to move around. In actual GoldenDuo the suit is non-functional, making it so it's slightly easier to move because to teleport Evan and Cassidy need to both agree on a place. But Rosie's functional, so these two have a lot to learn about this (a.k.a. figuring out a system to get around while not playing Twister without the mat).

Open up Rosie and you find an absolute gory mess. William's corpse in Springtrap is at least mostly in one piece, but Jessica and Brittany are basically diced to bits. I liked the face imagery used on the inside, but if anyone opens that hatch up then good luck not losing your lunch.

My original idea before falling in love with this porcine beauty of a design was basically the two literally merging as one spirit. They're both blonde with blue eyes, act almost exactly the same, and honestly I just want to see how these two would do in controlling one body without the future possibility of separation.

Yeah reading the graphic novel version of Sea Bonnies got it stuck in my brain as well as having drawn Toby from the Hide and Seek story made me draw Mott's ghost design. Also headcanons because I might actually take the idea of an ask blog with the dead (?) FazFrights protagonists seriously.

Image quality is shit because I took it at midnight with a random burst of inspiration from winter break just starting up and now having two weeks of free time

Design is based fully on the graphic novel. I'm not reading the actual thing because without the visual element it is NOT worth it to me (basically the story has to be real damn good if I'm gonna read it plainly)

Aight headcanon time

Mott's skin is so thin and easy to tear that he has a genuine fear that he will pop if he's squeezed too hard. Smaller wounds will pour out a version of the liquid inside of him (not blood because that shit is CLEAR/PURPLE from the sheer amount of Tribbles: Brine Shrimp Edition that are inside his body) and seal up quickly, with the liquid vanishing just as fast.

Everyone else on the FazFrights crew reacted mostly with "what the FUCK happened to you?!". They've seen decapitations, every bone in body broken, and even mpreg because as much as I hate In The Flesh ever semi-canonizing it as something that can happen in the FNaF universe I can't bring myself to leave it out, but someone having just skin and bone with no organs or even blood vessels is something that leaves them all wondering what could have done it.

Bouncing off the last one, Mott mostly ran away from the other ghosts in the group at first. His town/city was on lockdown because of a "parasite outbreak" (a.k.a. he really did fuck up his entire town) and he blames himself for it. I'm considering the idea that he wasn't even aware he was a ghost, since technically with the fact he survived for a little without organs means he was semi-undead for a bit, he could easily just still be in his body just without the sea bonnies inside anymore (like Michael and Ennard). So a bunch of ghosts are exploring a "ghost town" and his immediate reaction is that he has to hide somewhere and not infect them with this, not knowing that he as a ghost is no longer even a threat.

He can literally tear off his own limbs and reattach them due to there also being not connective tissue in his body anymore (being a ghost is literally the only thing holding him together). Finding this out was disturbing for everyone involved.

I'd like to think that his body, being just liquid, some bones, and skin, is malleable and someone decided at some point it was a good idea to fuck with him by sculpting a mustache on his face. Mott was NOT happy.

[fire-foop]

Some sketches

[chrisgraves09]

How about even MORE Fazbear Frights characters?

[oliviackaotix-blog]

Finally looked into the rest of the Fazbear Frights books and I just found out about Rosie and I adore her

[peip-agent-no-5]

And yet, I'm going to thank you anyways because I love you

*He gave her a soft smile, blowing a kiss at her before he went to try the food. He was careful not to scrape the utensils along the bottom of his plate, a natural reaction ever since he'd hated the noise as a child. He took the small bite of both green beans and a bit of porkchop and swiped them along the bit of glaze on his plate, making sure the flavor was all there before popping it in his mouth.

He nearly melted at the taste, sweet and just a little bit salty, the texture of the meat compared to the vegetable, it was all perfect. He took another bite, going for just the veggies this time and taking his time in chewing, enjoying the handiwork of his wife. He looked back up at her and smiled, keeping his full mouth closed. He brought a hand up to cover his lips when he spoke to compliment her cooking.*

It's very good tasting, almost amazing as you.

*His face went rosy for a moment at his accidental innuendo, it wasn't often he managed to make them but when he did he tended to surprise himself. He went silent in his embarrassment, keeping his mouth shut as he took another flustered bite.*

*Norton took a step inside his home, vaguely dazed and confused as to how he'd gotten there. He checked his watch, he'd just gotten home from work? Odd. He could've swore today was Monday, but it was Tuesday? Had his day really gone so fast that he'd forgotten what day it was?

He blinked a few more times, closing the door behind him and walking into the kitchen, it was late. Considering the time, he would've expected Sarah to be in bed already, but nope, there she was. The pot of food he was assuming she made was warming on the stove, having obviously been cooked hours ago. He sighed, frowning apologetically.

He dropped whatever stuff he brought home with him from work onto the counter to make room in his arms for a hug.*

I'm sorry I got home late again, sweetheart. Things have been really horrid at the office.

*Right, the cover job. He wasn't actually allowed to tell his wife about how he worked at P.E.I.P, he supposedly worked at an office for some Godforsaken reason, even though he hated offices in reality. He seriously had no clue why the organization gave him a fake office job.*

@peip-agent-no-5

[Sarah had been practically pacing the floor before she saw Norton's car pull into the driveway. Her biggest fear is that something got out of hand with P.E.I.P and he would come home hurt. She truly cared about him, loved him to a degree, if he'd gotten hurt..well she'd be utterly beside herself. Sarah had given up nursing when she married Norton, generally just tired of the long hours and ungrateful patients. With his supposed 'office job' he made more than enough money to support them both, and she was alright with staying home and making sure things were nice and comfortable for him.

The woman was a fairly kind person, soft-spoken, mostly kept to herself. That is, with literally everyone but Norton. She could let loose with him, really be herself, it was part of why she loved him as much as she did.

The meal that was sitting on the stove was pork-chops with a peach and honey glaze, a nice helping of green beans and carrots, roasted with that same glaze over top of them. She liked cooking for the both of them, it was almost a creative outlet for her. Notably, there were two servings of the meal, seeing as Sarah hadn't eaten yet.

When Norton made it a bit easier to do so, Sarah wrapped her arms around his midsection, leaning on him with a soft sigh of relief in her worn Playboy Bunny pajama pants and too big grey tee that was probably Norton's. She needed to feel the heat of his skin against hers, to hear his heart beating in his chest to know he was alive.]

That's okay, honey. I know things have been busier for you, there's absolutely no need to apologize.

[She looked up at him, studying his face. What kind of mental state would they leave him in today?]

Y'know what I think? I think they're pushing you too hard- I ought to go down there and give them a piece of my mind!

[She had a rather determined look in her eye too, playful of course, but there was probably some truth to it at least.]

[askfazbearfrights]

Rosie, what do you think about the rest of the Frights?

Rosie: Well shoot- big bunch’a misfits~ feel right at home! The big ol’ yella’ bunny n’ I get along like peaches n’ cream! Though everyone’s body counts r’ mighty concernin-

Eleanor: You have one too

Rosie: Don’t count if y’never find em.

[princesskaori87]

FNaFTober Drawing Challenge Day 18: "Stuffed"

Brittany and Jessica just moments before disaster... 😨

[bearisweet]

so my shiny oinkologne post got a lot of attention, so i thought i might as well draw her!

sorry to disappoint but her name’s not miss piggy, i named her Rosie after Rose Quartz from SU since the colors reminded me of her & the ‘if every porkchop weren’t perfect’. Hence the inspiration of her humanized form.

[micerhat]

You know I want to do the joke of: Why do all these videos have to do with the removal of organic matter?

BUT - my head goes: What If there’s a popular youtuber that does animatronic refurbishment in the FNAF: Frights universe and he’s all like, “I got a great deal on this Rosie Porkchop that appears to have some internal issues and we’re going to get her hatch cut open and start looking at what we’re dealing with!”

-rotted remains of two high schoolers run out of newly opened hatch-

“… goddamn it, Jimmy. Again?!?”

[porkchop-ao3]

A Thrill I’ve Never Known (Chapter 66)

Where Next?

Thanks for your patience guys ❤ This one is pretty short, I'm sorry about that, but there is action coming, promise. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter with cute little Jack 😊

Tagging @emily-strange and @actuallyhansolo​​ ❤

(All chapters tagged with #ATINK and also posted on Ao3, username PorkChop)

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I didn't see much of Arthur for a couple of days. Things were strange at the camp, there was no sense of permanence at all, there was plenty of talk about what next, where next? Some people had their answers, but mostly the camp was quiet with everyone in their own bubble of quiet contemplation. Everything had fallen apart in a matter of days and suddenly everyone had to figure out what to do next. 

I just waited patiently, doing what I could for the group. I hunted and provided some meat for everyone to fill their bellies with, it helped us to keep warm. It wasn't the toastiest of locations, so far north, but it would do until we had our plan. 

Arthur had spent the past two days with Charles. They had broken Eagle Flies out of prison after nightfall and they were up first thing the following day to be with Rains Fall. He was meeting with the army; things were not good and he was hoping to salvage some sort of deal or relationship of trust. That's where they were as I was sitting by the fire, wrapped up in a blanket and keeping an eye on Jack for John and Abigail, who were nearby discussing their plan. All I knew of it was they were wanting to get as far away from this place as possible. I wondered if we would ever see them again, or if they would keep on going further and further until the only evidence we'd ever have of their existence was a letter in the post once or twice a year. It made me sad to think about it, but I couldn't for one second protest it. We couldn't have much of a happily ever after, not after the things we'd done. We just had to make the best of things. 

"What're you doing, Jack?" I called out when I saw him wandering a little too close for comfort to one of the geysers.

"Just looking," he shouted back to me, though he stopped and turned around to smile at me. He was still smiling. It astounded me, honestly, he'd taken everything so well. 

He did ask about Dutch once or twice, wondering when we were going back to him. Abigail was usually the one to tell him the truth, but softly, carefully, while John and the rest of us sat tongue tied, unable to think of the right words to satisfy a four year old in such a situation. Jack usually responded with silence, and I couldn't tell if his silence was a signal of sadness or indifference.

I watched the boy as he picked up a pebble from the ground and then eyed up the geyser. I knew what his question was going to be before he opened his mouth. 

"What would happen if I threw this inside?" He called. I exhaled a chuckle and went to answer, though the words got stuck. I didn't actually know.

"Uhh," I vocalised cluelessly, "I s'pose it'd shoot back out again." 

"Can I try it?" 

"Best not," I chuckled, "the speed that thing would come out– I don't know. I wouldn't if I were you, sweetie. What if it falls down and bops you on the noggin?"

"I'd be okay," he assured me, and I cocked my brow a little. 

"Your momma might not be, I'm supposed to be looking after you. I imagine she'd toss me in there if you got hurt on my watch. C'mere." 

He kept hold of the pebble but did as he was asked, and came trotting over to me with a pair of rosy cheeks.

"Sit by the fire, okay? It's freezing out here, ain't you cold?" 

"No," he told me, his tone was high and it was very obviously untrue.

"Your nose'll drop off if you ain't careful," I warned, a little smirk on my face. He touched his pink nose and considered it for a moment. 

"It didn't fall off when we were in the snow." 

"The snow?" 

"With Uncle Dutch and Hosea, and everyone else. Before you were here," he said, gazing down at the rock in his hand, scratching at a piece of mud caked onto it until it gathered under his fingernail. He wiped it on his trousers.

"Ohh," I nodded, I'd heard about it before, their short stop at Colter after the Blackwater fiasco. "Wow, seems like a long time ago, I bet. You've been to so many places since then, ain't you?"

He hummed his agreement and nodded, not looking up at me. 

"You like going to different places?" 

"I guess so," he shrugged, "but sometimes I get bored." 

I chuckled, "yeah, I think we all do," I smiled at him and stroked his hair for a moment. It was feathery soft and light, and I sighed at his innocence. Such a sweet boy. I had no doubt that Abigail and John loved him and were the best parents they could possibly be to him, but I wished he'd had more normal beginnings in life. And I hoped he'd forget some of the awful things he must've seen and heard. 

"How're you feeling, about going away with your ma and pa?" I asked him. 

"I don't know."

"You don't know?" I repeated, leaning my head on my fist as I leaned forward and down to his level. 

"We're going away. Uncle Arthur, and you, and Sadie won't be there? And all the others?"

"No, sweetheart, we won't. But I'm sure it won't be the last you'll see of all of us, hm? Right now, your mama and papa only wanna take you someplace safer, you understand that, don't you?" I asked softly and he sighed, his little shoulders jerking with it.

"I guess so," his voice was small and I gave his shoulder a little squeeze. 

"Keep your chin up, little prince. Your parents love you to the moon and back, a million times over. You're gonna be okay," I smiled at him, even though he was staring at the rock. I considered it for a moment. "Can I see that?" 

He looked up at me in question, and noticed that I was looking at the rock. He paused for a second before handing it over. I inspected it for a moment, it looked much smaller in my hand than it did in his but it still filled up most of my palm. I clutched it tight in my hand, then looked at Jack as I kissed my knuckles. I closed my eyes for a few moments, and I heard him giggle. 

"What're you doing?" He questioned and I scrunched my face up, shushing him softly. 

"I'm concentrating," I murmured, and continued the performance for a few more moments, his giggles continuing until I slowly cracked one eye open, and then the other. 

"What did you do?" He stood up and turned to me, his hand going to mine, trying to pry my fingers from the stone, his cheeks round and rosy with his grin. 

"I filled it with my love Jacky, and a little extra that I got from Karen, Mary Beth, Tilly, Hosea, Kieran, Molly, Sean, Mr Trelawny, Reverend Swanson, Mr Pearson, Uncle…" I made a show of gasping for a breath after listing off so many names, then swallowed before deciding to mention the names which followed, "and Javier and Bill too, and Mr Strauss… and Dutch." 

My voice had wavered and I needed a second to compose myself. I cleared my throat, and was grateful that Jack was preoccupied by looking at the grey lump of rock in my hand. It was warm from my body heat and he gasped a little when he took it from me, marvelling about it's temperature.

"But it's a big rock. Plenty of room for more love. How 'bout you ask everyone to hold on tight to that rock, and put all their love and care into it. So, as long as you've got that, you'll be safe, and you'll be able to remember all of us and know that we ain't ever leaving you, not in our hearts." 

"Okay!" He did a little jump and squeezed the rock in his hand again, holding it to his chest with the biggest smile I'd seen all year. It warmed my heart despite the freezing temperatures. I glanced up to where Lenny was sat wrapped up in his winter coat, a book in his gloved hands. 

"Why don't you go ask Lenny if he don't mind taking a break from reading?" I suggested, and Jack immediately spun around and ran over to him. 

I watched him from a distance, as he excitedly explained the concept. Lenny chuckled and looked up at me from across the camp. He put his book down, laced his fingers together and pushed them out to stretch out his hands before giving them a shake and rocking his head from side to side, limbering up before taking the rock from Jack and cupping it tightly between both hands and squeezing it as hard as he could, eyes intently focused on them. I grinned and laughed to myself, loving his commitment to making the boy smile. I knew everyone would be just as eager to please, not afraid of making a fool of themselves. 

For the rest of the afternoon Jack went around the camp asking people to contribute to the pebble. I was glad to have given him something to amuse him, and perhaps something to remember us all by, even if it was just a simple rock. It would be nice if he remembered us all each time he looked at it, if it didn't get lost along the way during whatever trips he and his parents were about to embark on. 

In the late afternoon Arthur came back. Charles was not by his side but he quickly reassured us that he had simply gone to visit the Wapiti Reservation after the negotiations hadn't exactly gone to plan. I tried not to listen to the details, despite this horrid feeling that built in the pit of my gut as days went by. I kept trying to reason with myself that Arthur had been putting his life in danger far longer than he had known me and had always come out alive. It didn't stop the voice in my head that would whisper about his luck running out…

Before I spiralled into those thoughts I got on with preparing dinner. As long as I had Arthur back in my arms at the end of the day, whatever chaos had found him while he was gone was not worth thinking about. Torturing myself was not going to help anyone, especially not Arthur, who would no doubt grow tired of my whittling about his well being. I just had to keep telling myself that soon this would all be over. 

–

"Canada, I'm thinking. Would be their best chance. They can't stay here much longer after all of that mess we left behind after the negotiations today," Charles was saying over his helping of rabbit stew. He'd returned from the reservation, where he'd apparently spent the best part of the evening convincing them to start packing up to leave. "Rains Fall seems hesitant, not that I don't understand him.  They've been moved around enough, all they want is to settle and have peace so they can live."

"Doesn't seem like they'll be able to do that here though," John said, and Arthur murmured a sound of agreement.

"He's coming to terms with that I think. He knows they'll have to move on sooner or later, it's just hard for him to accept right now, even harder for Eagle Flies. He's even more against the idea," Charles replied.

"He's got a lot of passion and fire in him, that man. He ain't quite learned though, that sometimes passion like that can get you killed," Arthur said. Charles silently nodded in agreement and looked down at his plate. "Canada, you say?"

"Canada," Charles nodded. "And I'd go with them."

"Really?" My brows raised. A quick, sharp pain went through my heart as in a second it became reality that the group was splitting up. These people I had lived with for so long and come to love, we were all going separate ways...

"Yeah. I don't have any other ideas," he chuckled a bit, then shook his head and became a little more serious, "I like it, with them. I feel closer to my mother." 

I smiled, comforted by the fact that even if Charles wouldn't be with us, he'd have a family.

"Arthur," I heard from behind. It was Sadie's gravelly whisper and my heart dropped. I knew what she was going to ask. Arthur, sitting beside me around the fire, glanced over his shoulder and nodded. Then he wordlessly leaned over to kiss my temple, and got up. He stepped over the log we sat on and headed away from the group with Sadie.

They were going to the O'Driscolls' hideout. More bloodshed. More danger. I took a breath and met Charles' eyes.

"I'm happy for you Charles. You deserve to be with people who care about you, who'll all keep each other safe. And the fact they also share your heritage, that's even nicer," I smiled at him and he nodded, "when do you think you'll go?"

"Soon as I've convinced them," he chuckled a little again, the corner of his lip lifting. 

"I'll miss you," I told him. It seemed to startle him but only a little, he was often cool and calm and not even surprising words of emotion could throw him off for long. 

"I'll miss you too," he said after a moment, and the words sounded almost like a revelation, like he also hadn't fully wrapped his head around the fact he'd be saying goodbye to us all until now. "We'll write to each other, all of us, yeah?" 

"Definitely," I nodded, my smile widening, "and if I ever find myself in Canada, I'll have a free place to stay, right?" I teased just a little and he laughed. 

"Of course.”

[missjanjie]

I Just Need a Lover (So Gimme What I Want) | Rosnali

Title: I Just Need a Lover (So Gimme What I Want) Summary: Rosé is in Chicago to do a long-awaited show with Denali, but their reunion stretches far beyond doing a few numbers in a club. Word Count: 1608 Relationship(s): Rosnali (Rosé/Denali Foxx) Rating: E

read on ao3 | ko-fi

Doing a show together felt inevitable for Rosé and Denali. As soon as they were able to, they jumped on the opportunity. And Rosé was just excited to be in Chicago too – he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been.

Rosé hadn’t even opened his suitcase when he heard a knock on the door, but he dropped it instantly to rush to open it. “That was quick. You miss me that bad?” he smirked.

Denali scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Of course I missed you, Rosie,” and despite the faux-annoyed expression, he threw his arms around him and hugged him tightly.

“I missed you too,” he assured, inhaling deeply as he rubbed Denali’s back, the scent of his cologne reigniting the memory of every other time they’d gotten the chance to be close, those times too few and far between for their liking. Just because they had gotten used to the eight hundred mile distance doesn’t mean it ever became any more bearable.

And it wasn’t as though they had been completely alone, their respective open relationships had never changed. But the connection they had formed without so much as a proper kiss left the two of them yearning for each other. Playing it up for laughs in front of the fans, to their surprise, only exacerbated it.

“Everyone’s excited for the show tonight,” Denali said as they settled onto the hotel room bed. “I really hyped you up, so you better not disappoint,” he jokingly warned.

“I only ever disappoint my extended family, don’t you worry,” he chuckled.

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The energy of the crows was electric, it was addictive. Denali, Rosé, and everyone else in the show fed off of it and it kept them going. It gave them the engagement they had been missing when they were confined to their bedrooms and online communication. It carried on after their set as well, fans buying them drink after drink, allowing them to let loose and have fun.

That was how they ended up on the dance floor as soon as they were out of drag, pressed together with their bodies moving to the thumping beat of the music. It started innocently enough – flirtatious bumping and grinding with anything they might’ve said drowned out by a techno remix of ‘Rain On Me’. But as the night went on and their inhibitions lowered.

“You keep moving your ass like that and I’m gonna end up taking you back to my hotel,” Rosé warned into Denali’s ear, his hands on his waist, holding onto him even though he’d never made the slightest attempt at moving away.

Denali responded by pointedly pressing his ass against Rosé’s crotch, his back flushed against his chest. “Rosie, if you haven’t figured out that’s what I’ve been aiming for, I think we’ve got a bigger issue here,” he giggled.

“Then let’s get the fuck out of here.”

In the Uber ride back to the hotel, Rosé felt something he didn’t expect in his tipsy, horny haze – relief. Of course he wanted Denali, people had been calling him out on that for months. But he didn’t want any of the conversations that came with it – how he felt emotionally, what it could mean for their respective relationships and one between them, all of his worries and insecurities. After the shots and the dance-based foreplay, Rosé just wanted Denali in his bed without having to think twice about it.

Denali, on the other hand, had far less on his mind. He’d talked a big game about lusting after his friend plenty of times, the follow-through felt overdue. He didn’t waste any time either – his hand was on Rosé’s thigh in the car, he hung on him in the elevator, there wasn’t a moment between the club and returning to the hotel room that Denali wasn’t making his clingy, needy intentions clear.

Rosé had Denali pinned against the door the second it closed. “How are you so fucking worked up when I’ve barely even touched you?” he smirked.

“I’m worked up because you’ve barely touched me,” Denali replied without missing a beat, then grabbed onto Rosé’s shirt and kissed him fiercely. “I want your fucking Scottish cock already.” He couldn’t resist saying that in an accent, to Rosé’s chagrin.

“Please don’t say that while I’m fucking you,” he gently requested before reconnecting their lips in another heated kiss.

Denali laughed into the kiss as they stumbled back and fell onto the bed. “I just had to get it out of my system,” he assured as he tugged his shirt off and, in a moment of impatience, got Rosé’s off as well.

It wasn’t lost on Rosé, who couldn’t fight off a smirk. “Damn, Dee, if I’d known you wanted me to fuck you that badly, we could’ve worked something out sooner,” he teased as he undid the fly of Denali’s jeans and tugged them down.

“Don’t be smug, I already told you I want you, come on,” he huffed. “Me waiting since we first met is irrelevant.”

But if that was supposed to make Rosé any less smug, it failed miserably. “Since the porkchop lounge? Fuck, I had so many missed opportunities to shoot my shot,” he chuckled as he took his own jeans off. “Guess we have some lost time to make up for, don’t we?”

“You better make it worth my while,” Denali jokingly snapped, then finally got them both fully undressed. “I didn’t spend months talking about your dick for it to disappoint me.”

Rosé snorted. “No pressure, huh?” He looked around and rifled through his bag and grabbed a condom and lube. “Luckily, I’ve never had any complaints.” Before Denali could get another quip in, Rosé kissed him hard, one hand gripping into his hair and the other pushing him onto his back. He picked the bottle of lube up from the bed and slicked up two fingers. “Spread ‘em,” he directed, and when Denali’s legs were propped apart, he gripped his thigh with one hand as the opposite one eased in a finger, then another.

Denali’s eyes fluttered shut and his head pushed into the mound of pillows behind him. He whimpered and whined, hips bucking towards Rosé’s fingers to urge him on.

But Rosé didn’t rush, he wanted to make sure he lived up to however Denali had hyped him up in his mind. So, he was diligent in his prepping, only taking his fingers out when he felt confident that it’d been enough. He picked up the condom and tore the wrapper open with his teeth. After rolling it down his length, he used a bit more lube to slick up his cock, then guided himself into Denali until he bottomed out.

A breathy moan ripped through Denali, his back arched up and his body tensed, only to relax right after. His eyes opened and bore right into Rosé’s. “Don’t you even think about holding back with me.”

“Oh, I know you like it rough,” he winked. Without any further hesitation, he began thrusting, slow for only a moment before he built up to a hard and fast pace.

The sound of skin slapping together was only matched by Denali’s moans. He tried to writhe in tandem with Rosé’s thrusts, but Rosé had a bruisingly firm grip, one hand on his shoulder and the other on his hip. He was pinned to the bed, unable to do anything but take his cock pounding into him. It was rough and intense and got his head spinning – exactly how he liked it. It was addictive, Denali was convinced he could spend the entire night getting railed by Rosé and never tap out.

Rosé gazed down at Denali, moving the hand from his shoulder to wrap around his throat with just the right amount of pressure. “Look at you,” he purred, “taking my cock just as well as I thought you would.” His thrusting became increasingly erratic after a while and he realized he wouldn’t last much longer. So, he moved his hand from Denali’s neck and trailed it down his torso, then wrapped it around his cock, stroking it in time with his movements.

“Fuck!” Denali gasped out in pleasure, thrusting into Rosé’s hand. It didn’t take long until his body began trembling. He could barely croak out a warning before he came, then went limp under him.

“Good boy,” Rosé cooed as he jerked Denali through his orgasm. He picked him back up, his hand splayed in between Denali’s shoulder blades and the other arm wrapped around his waist. He grunted and groaned until his hips sputtered to a halt as he rode out his own orgasm. “Fuck…” he panted softly, gently setting Denali back down before pulling out and throwing out the condom. He grabbed a tissue to clean up the remaining mess, then laid down next to him.

Denali cuddled up to Rosé without hesitation, resting his head on his chest. “Mm, that was perfect, Rosie,” he cooed sweetly.

“Lived up to your expectations?” Rosé chuckled and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“At the risk of inflating your ego, it exceeded them,” he retorted, then let out a content sigh. “How long are you here for?”

Rosé let out a tired laugh. “Jesus, you already planning for round two? But I’m here all weekend, don’t worry.”

Denali looked up at him with a smirk. “I’m not worried, but you should be. ‘Cause I’m gonna wear you out, and that is both a threat and a promise.”

And Rosé just held Denali tighter and leaned down, pressing a gentle, tender kiss to his lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”