#rox's random thoughts

[roxfox5]

Yo' That's Not My Neighbor and The Stanley Parable community! I had an epiphany!

THESE MOTHERFUCKERS LOOK THE SAME RIGHT?! LIKE THEY LOOK THE SAME AND IT'S JUST A DIFFERENT OUTFIT.

[monty-glasses-roxy]

24 (What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?) for Roxy

Thanks for copying the question here buddy I appreciate that a lot (I can't load the post on my phone or my own blogs at all still)

Uhhhh honestly, Roxy's pretty different to a lot of my usual other blorbos. I could compare her to Labrys from Persona 4 Arena in a sense that they're both robots with horrible trauma that have been forced to do things they wouldn't dream of doing otherwise, but that doesn't feel like a great comparison ngl

I could compare her to a lot of blorbos though. Like Bracken from Ni No Kuni 2, Unit #024 and Labrys from Persona 4 Arena, for being chronically underutilized by the devs. Maybe PURL from Kuni 2 but PURL feels more... Like an opposite to Mimic? The first attempt at sentient AI in that world, determined to answer the question of what colour is the sky for herself... Only knows a few things, a child her closest friend, and accidentally takes over the wholeass factory in her attempts to see the sky again after like a decade of being deactivated. And also because the devs couldn't think of anything interesting for a new Broadleaf area so they wanted to make sure you did the wholeass factory again for some fucking reason.

Ohhh then again, I was watching those clips last night and Toothless and Hiccup made me think of Roxy and Cassie in an AU kind of way. Mostly because of the dogisms I like to give Roxy and because of several AUs that are more in line with How to Train Your D/ragon... (Put a slash in it to make extra sure I don't end up in any searches for that) So maybe Toothless? Maybe not?

Honestly I don't think I've ever liked a character that has shown much interest in their appearance before. Maybe Erza from Fairy T/ail? Looks cool and could kill you but has zero braincells whatsoever? Also very traumatised? Koromaru from P3 cause his persona is Cerberus and Roxy is the Cerberus to Mimic? And I can see her running around with a knife in her teeth? I dunno man that's a tough question

Ohhh there was also Blaze from the Sonic games! Not because of Roxy specifically, but because in coming up with a horse for her, many of the ideas for it was giving my Blaze vibes lmao. She has a horse in the Olympic games and it's pure white with light purple tack and possibly eyes I don't remember so yeah that kept popping to mind in coming up with a horse nsjsdj

And I suppose my OC Zephyr somewhat reminds me of her. That whole universe I made was started when I got so deep into a Pupcakes/Roxica Pirates AU that I decided to make it a whole thing and Zephyr is who Roxy in the story became. I like Zephyr she's very cool and has become very distinct from Roxy, but her roots are still there, ya know? I'll always remember where she started.

Jsisjsi I could associate Roxy with Disney's Bolt too just cause he's a superhero dog and a funny lil guy. And for some reason one of the OST tracks for the DS game will plague my mind for the rest of my days. Even though I'm thinking of every track but that one right now. It's the one for Bolt's part of the... Something Temple level. Bolivia? Belize??? I think it has a B in it... But anyway yeah Superdog! Hooray!

P03 from Inscryption too but mostly because it's tech themed, and I had that old AU where I drew her as the Scrybe of Technology. Inscryption is incredible btw I fucking love it. I suck at it apparently though. I got to Act 2 and played a fucking beefed up Ouroborus in the first stage of P03's fight like "oh I've got this fucker now!!" No I did not. I absolutely did that. Stoatal misplay. Could not have fucked that up more lmao anyone that's played or seen this game will know exactly what ended up happening there nsjdjdi I FORGOT okay?? I forgot!!!

BACK ON TOPIC yeah Roxy's a pretty different character to the norm for me. Genuinely can't think of anyone that might be similar to her enough for them to remind me of her if I saw them again. Maybe if I went back and watched the old My Little Pony from the fucking 70s or whatever, but it would just be the standard stereotype of "all girls care lots about their appearance and gasp in horror if you dirty a pretty dress" probably. You know the one. I do my best not to humour that shit in my own Roxy interpretation but it's hard to forget that's absolutely where her written personality stems from :/

[roxydemi]

You can tell a lot about a person by which heart emoji they use

[hbowarbabes]

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬

John "Bucky" Egan x Roxanne Vernon (OC)

Summary: A quiet evening at an officers’ club leads Roxanne to believe love is not in the cards for her. Out of boredom, she reluctantly takes her friend’s request to sing with the band, in front of everyone. Her luck might change as another man joins in the singing.

Warning: Some mentions of alcohol, and Bucky’s horrible singing :)

Words: 4.6k

• • •

“Are you seeing this?” The blonde spoke in a strong New York accent, but quietly enough not to disturb the peace of her friend.

The constant chatter and laughter echoed through the entire club. The words of Roxanne’s friend, who was sitting right next to her, were almost inaudible.

“You there, Rox?”

Roxanne turned her head immediately, startled by her friend's loud voice.

“Sandra, I can’t hear you.” Roxanne shook her head in confusion. Her friend had a tendency to bring up conversations at random. They could be talking about one thing, and she’d bring up something with no relation whatsoever.

Sandra rolled her eyes in response, taking the last sip of her drink and setting the empty glass on the table. Roxanne didn’t have anything to drink. She wasn’t a huge drinker like her friends.

“Just look at that,” Sandra stated in astonishment, pointing her finger in the direction of a couple who looked like they were really in the heat of the moment- just like most of the people there.

It’s not like anyone would notice unless they looked hard enough. And that was what Roxanne enjoyed about clubs.

The club was a place for airmen and nurses alike to enjoy their off time. It was a place where they could set aside their responsibilities for the night, where they could be themselves.

Most of the people, specifically the airmen, didn’t know which day would be their last, which is why they enjoyed it like it was.

No one is watching you or judging you. It’s just you and your thoughts left to be. That’s unless you have a run-in with some lonely airmen looking for company.

That wasn’t the case for Roxanne.

She had seen love blossom for her friends, watched their eyes light up, and their hearts flutter at the touch of their chosen partners. However, she had resigned herself to the idea that a relationship wouldn’t be coming anytime soon. Since she spent most of her time alone, she believed in maintaining a strong and independent aura, but as she watched couples embrace on the dance floor of the officers' club, a wave of longing coursed through her.

“It’s only been a hot minute and she’s already forgot about us.” Sandra shook her head as she watched Roxanne laugh at the two.

They laughed out of happiness for their friend. Out of the three of them, she’d managed to get herself some company. Jean had no problem swooping up men. It was a matter of staying with them that was the challenge. So far, she’d stayed with Tony for two years.

“That’s Jean for you. Can’t leave a good night without her little Tony.” The two women laughed long enough for their friend and her boyfriend to notice them.

“Uh oh.” Sandra took the cigarette out of her mouth and shot Roxanne a smirk.

The couple approached Roxanne and Sandra, watching as they gave them smug looks. The two still couldn’t hold back their emotions.

“Why are you two still sitting here?” Jean was confused as to why her friends were doing nothing.

“We’re enjoying the view, hun.” Sandra popped her cigarette back in her mouth, not bothering to move.

“Glad we could give you two a good show.” Tony wrapped an arm around Jean’s shoulder, pulling her into a kiss. The ladies rolled their eyes at his gesture.

“Just do us a favor and save it for the bedroom.” Roxanne stated, getting a laugh out of everyone.

“Hey, you can’t blame a girl for enjoying herself. That’s why we’re here, right?”

“Hun, that’s what you’re here for.” Sandra laughed dryly, not relating to her friend one bit.

“Well, I’m sure Roxy here has been enjoying herself. I hope.” Jean didn’t speak in the most convincing tone. She watched as her two friends sat at the booth doing nothing for the past hour.

“We’re just being careful. It’s not like all the men here are saints, Jean.” Roxanne propped herself up against her chair, trying not to appear as if she was bored out of her mind.

“Oh well. If you girls aren’t gonna move, then I guess there’s no point in trying. Tony and I will be elsewhere.” Jean sighed in defeat as her friends didn’t have any motivation to socialize or find a man.

“You two go do your thing. We won’t bother ya.” Sandra waved the couple off.

“Don’t get yourself into trouble, children.” Roxanne pointed to the two.

“Oh, you’re no fun-“ Before Jean could finish her sentence, Tony whispered something in her ear. She giggled, before whispering back to him.

“Well, we will see you two later.” Jean and Tony gave the ladies a subtle wave before walking off.

He dragged Jean away to another part of the club, away from the ladies’ field of view. There went the girls’ source of entertainment for the night.

“Damn. What I’d give to have that girl’s luck.” The blonde leaned back in her seat, letting out a sigh.

“I think you took that luck for granted, Sandra.”

The blonde rolled her eyes. She knew it was true. Being single was something she brought upon herself.

“The guys just weren’t doin’ it for me. They all wanted a ticket to the bedroom, and you know how I feel about that.” Sandra picked up her empty glass, but then realized she finished her drink.

“That’s not all true.”

“How so?” Sandra almost didn’t look convinced.

“Are you too drunk to remember Pete?” The blonde’s eyes widened at Roxanne’s recollection of her previous relationship.

“Maybe I just don’t want to remember. I’ve only had two drinks-“

“In less than half an hour.” Roxanne scoffed at her friend’s lack of awareness. If her friend drank any more, she'd be out of a job by the next morning.

“I know he was sweet and all, but he was just over attached-“

“You mean he didn’t have the desired bank account for you? Because last I recall, you were the one crying because you couldn’t pay me back for that purse.”

"What? I thought I paid you back." The blonde looked at her friend in a confused state.

"I think the whiskey's getting to your brain. Try to cut back on that stuff, will you?" Roxanne shot Sandra a stern look, but the blonde just shrugged.

Roxanne ignored her friend the rest of the time, just trying to take in the sight around her. The sight of happy people having a good time. Something she should be doing.

Minutes later, the band began playing “Blue Skies”. It was a beautiful tune, and a favorite of Roxanne’s. The brunette had the urge to sing, but she just wasn't feeling it that night.

Sandra, being the vivacious friend she was, immediately sensed Roxanne's melancholy. She tugged on Roxanne's arm, her eyes dancing mischievously.

Roxanne quickly turned her head, facing a very eager-looking Sandra. “What?”

“It’s your song.”

She nodded at Sandra, well aware of the tune. “I know.”

“Something’s missing.”

Roxanne looked at her friend, dumbfounded. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know- maybe some vocals . . .”

“No-“ Roxanne shook her head in refusal, not wanting to engage in her friend's suggestion.

“You should go sing.” Sandra cut her off, smiling.

“And risk losing my job?” Roxanne thought her friend was nuts. She knew she wouldn’t lose a job over some singing, but having to sing in front of everyone is no easy task. She would never do something like that.

“Come on, you’re not going to lose your job. You’re a good singer.”

“No, I’m not doing-“

“One time, just once.” Sandra was practically begging her best friend.

Roxanne let out a heavy sigh as she scanned the room and people chattering.

“I’m only doing it because you’re my friend and I love you.” The brunette finally gave in to her friend’s request.

“I’ll be watching.” Sandra stated with an eager look as Roxanne got out of her seat.

She slowly made her way to the microphone, earning a confused look from the man conducting the band. It was safe to say that this would definitely leave an impression on everyone at the club that night.

She quickly caught up with the beat of the tune, all the words rushing back to her. Roxanne took hold of the microphone and began to sing.

“Bluebirds,”

“Singing a song,”

Her voice, sweet and melodic, filled the room as she poured her emotions into each note. She closed her eyes, letting herself be consumed by the music, feeling the lyrics resonate deeply within her.

In the distance, the blonde cheered her friend on, not caring about the looks people gave her as she shouted. Others in the crowd didn’t look too disappointed. So Roxanne continued on.

“Nothing but bluebirds,”

“All day long”

Unbeknownst to Roxanne, a man stood at the edge of the crowd, captivated by her voice. Unable to resist, he made his way towards the microphone.

Roxanne began moving to the beat, preparing to sing the rest of the words, when she was quickly cut off. She was so in her moment that she didn't notice him.

“Never-“

“Never saw the sun shining so bright,” The man grabbed the microphone from Roxanne's grip.

She nearly jumped when she looked up at the tall, brunette-haired man in uniform standing next to her.

He winked at her with a smile on his face as Roxanne stood there unsure of whether to keep singing or not. She thought he was a cute looking guy, but just because he was singing along with her doesn’t mean anything, right?

He nodded at her, urging her to continue singing.

“Never saw things going so right,”

Roxanne stared at the face of the man, who was staring at her intensely as she sang. As her nerves grew, she started to feel the heat in her cheeks.

Roxanne couldn’t take her eyes off the man, examining his every feature. His eyes were almost a bright blue color. And his smile- it was enough to make her knees weak.

The two finally caught up with the beat, singing in unison.

“Watching the days hurrying by,”

“When you’re in love, my how they fly”

Roxanne couldn't help but laugh a little as their voices mixed like honey and vinegar. He wasn’t exactly the best singer, but he too was caught up in that happy feeling, not giving a damn about how he sounded.

He couldn’t hold back his laughter when he saw Roxanne's face- his voice was terrible, and he knew it. Lucky for him, her voice was the balance that was much needed.

“Blue days,”

“All of them gone,”

The man took a step closer to Roxanne as they were getting near the end of the song.

She would’ve been lying if she said she wasn’t feeling any bit of nervous tension. By now, her cheeks were a bright red.

“Nothing but blue skies,”

“From now on”

The mix between Roxanne’s near-angelic voice and the man’s rough, out of tune voice was getting a few laughs from the crowd. They were enjoying the entertainment from the brunette and the man.

As the band hit the last few rhythms of the tune, the man stepped away from the microphone, and began moving his arms up in the air. Roxanne watched as the feel of the music flowed through him, doing everything in her not to laugh.

“Come on.” The man extended his hand out to Roxanne, insisting on dancing with her. She pointed at herself, mouthing, “me?”. Not for a second would she believe this man was serious.

He nodded, moving himself closer to her.

A little hesitant, Roxanne put her hand in his, letting his arms take over their movements as they danced through the last parts of the song.

The tall brunette spun Roxanne around, getting hold of her after each twirl. He was quick, and he was better at keeping up with the pace than Roxanne, who was one bad move away from falling.

From across the dance floor, Roxanne could hear Sandra clapping for her, along with Jean and Tony, who had returned at that very moment.

Once the music came to an end, the man let go of Roxanne’s hand.

“Better work on those dance moves, beautiful . Gotta keep up.”

Before she could get a word in, he simply smiled at her and walked off.

Dumbfounded, Roxanne was stunned that this stranger had called her beautiful. On the other hand, she thought the man’s comment came off as a bit of an insult, but she shrugged it off. He was probably drunk.

Roxanne rushed back to the table where her friends were, almost feeling ready to pass out from the fast-paced dancing.

“Oh my goodness, you should’ve seen the both of you.” Jean seemed more excited about the whole performance than Roxanne herself.

“This girl’s got some charm, yeah? Got herself a flyboy.” Sandra sipped her drink happily as her friend rolled her eyes at the statement.

“I think he was catching feelings for her. You should've seen his face. Oh- they looked so sweet dancing together!” Jean hit Sandra on the side of the arm, earning an annoyed glare from the blonde.

"I doubt that. Plus, it was just a dance." Roxanne denied all assumptions. At this point, her friends were just coming up with excuses that someone might like her. The man probably sang with her because he liked the song or needed a reason to break out of boredom like she did.

She was still processing everything about this man, not listening to the little comments exchanged between the girls.

This hot stranger seemed like a very confident individual, most likely with the help of a couple drinks.

To be wearing a uniform, Roxanne could only assume he was in the Air Force. That wouldn’t come as a surprise to her as those guys had a reputation of chasing women.

She had to be the luckiest woman that night. Never in her life had she had an encounter like that- let alone a man talk to her.

"Yeah- that looked like more than a "little" dance with the major." Tony laughed, sounding very unconvinced. This had Roxanne perplexed.

"Major?" She looked at Tony with wide eyes.

“Roxanne!” Jean whisper-shouted.

Jean was mouthing something and twirling her index finger. Roxanne shook her head. She couldn’t understand her or what she was trying to say. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Startled, Roxanne turned around and was greeted by the man's warm smile. The strong scent of his cologne hit Roxanne almost immediately.

“Oh- I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you-“ Out of quick reflexes, she placed her hands against the man's chest, bracing herself. The brunette was quick to catch Roxanne, grabbing hold of her wrists. Out of embarrassment, she quickly moved her hands away from him. Roxanne could feel her heart beating out of her chest.

“Didn’t mean to startle you, miss,”

The man’s voice sounded much nicer when he talked than when he sang.

Roxanne’s friends watched as she had that deer-in-the-headlights look.

“You’re a really good singer. I’m impressed.” Roxanne didn’t expect a compliment from the man who had told her that her dancing had sucked earlier.

“Thank you. It’s not like I’d want to ruin a beautiful song like that with a bad voice-“ Roxanne paused mid-sentence upon realizing that would probably come off as an insult to the man.

“But I have to say, you’re a much better dancer than I am.”

“I caught you by surprise, didn’t I?” The brunette held a proud grin on his face. “Surprise” would be an understatement.

“I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier. I’m John Egan.” He extended a hand towards her and introduced himself, his voice carrying a gentle confidence.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, John. I’m Roxanne. Roxanne Vernon.” She brought her hand into his, feeling the firm and warm grip of his hand.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful face.” John’s cockiness couldn’t stop the brunette from holding her laughter.

“I’m flattered.”

Roxanne could hear her friends’ snickers over her own voice.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to buy you a drink, just wanted to get to know you better.” She was a bit taken aback by his boldness, but she couldn't resist his charming smile.

“I, uh-“ She turned to face her friends, who stopped laughing immediately. John felt that he might’ve been too forward with the girl. The last thing he wanted was to scare her away.

“I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I didn’t know if you were with someone or-“

“Oh, don’t worry, hun. She’s all yours tonight.” Sandra commented without hesitation .

Roxanne shot her a threatening glare, but her friend just sat back in her seat and smiled proudly as she sipped what would be her third drink.

John looked at Sandra and back at Roxanne, unsure of how to respond.

“Sure, I’d love to.” Roxanne cut in, trying to ease the awkward silence in that moment. The man’s face lit up.

“Shall we?” John stuck his arm out.

Roxanne's heart fluttered, her skepticism momentarily fading as she felt a spark of something unfamiliar. She nodded, unable to resist the pull of John’s charismatic presence. Roxanne hooked her arm around his. They made their way to the bar, their conversation flowing effortlessly.

John couldn’t keep his eyes off the girl. He could see her once pale cheeks turning to a light red shade. Roxanne kept her calm composure, but on the inside, she was screaming.

“So, you like singing?” He turned to Roxanne, leaning into her ear. The noise has ramped up again, but luckily not as loud as before.

“I don’t do it often, but when I do, it has to be for one of my favorite songs.” The brunette looked into the eyes of the man, still taking in the sight of his bright blue orbs.

In all honesty, Roxanne wasn’t much of a singer. She was good at it, but it wasn’t something she saw herself doing some years down the road.

“I see.” John nodded, taking in every word but still admiring the face of this woman.

“Do you ever think of becoming a singer? I think you got the voice for it.”

“Maybe. You never know where the world will take you.” For Roxanne, that was what happened.

She was getting ready to finish up her masters degree, and then war broke out. They need more nurses, so she, along with Jean, signed up. Roxanne believed that everyone could do their part to contribute, and this was how she did.

The two seated themselves a short distance from some other people at the bar.

“Ladies first.” John signaled for Roxanne to have a seat in the stool. John called the bartender over, ordering his drink as he got settled on the stool.

“And for the lady?” The bartender tilted his head in Roxanne’s direction.

“I’ll have the same as him.” Roxanne nodded kindly at the bartender, who looked to be around her age or a bit older.

“So, what brought you here to England?”

“I volunteered. I decided to be a nurse.”

John seemed surprised to hear that. It wasn’t everyday he’d hear that people would ask to be involved in such a mess of war.

“I was finishing up university, and then everything happened, and I saw myself doing what I knew best, which was taking care of people.” The bartender left the drinks on the counter, nodding at Roxanne.

“You saw yourself becoming a nurse to treat a bunch of flyboys, huh?”

Roxanne laughed at the man’s sarcasm. She would be lying if she said she didn’t go for that reason.

“Maybe. Maybe I just came for a little adventure, something to get away from home.” Roxanne and John grabbed their drinks at the same time, clinking the glasses against each other.

As the liquid hit Roxanne’s tongue, she then realized the drink was too strong for her liking. She had barely a sip before setting the glass down, trying to hide the look of disgust on her face.

“And what about you? What brought you here?”

“I joined up before the war broke out. After seeing all the news, it looked like a war would be unavoidable.” John set his glass down on the counter with a sigh.

“So, how old are you? You must be pretty young if you’ve just finished university.”

“Asking a woman her age? That’s brave.” Roxanne teased.

“Hey, I didn’t say you were old. It was a compliment.” John held a dorky grin on his face, watching as the brunette shook her head in disbelief.

“The wonderful age of 24. Does that answer your question?”

“You’re not far from me.” Roxanne raised her eyebrows in confusion. She assumed he would be in his thirties or older. Not that it was a bad thing. It must’ve been the mustache.

“And all this time I thought you were already approaching 40.”

“Do I really look that old?” John acted as if he was offended, clutching his chest at the girl’s comment. He immediately knew that she was joking as she began to giggle.

“You tell me.”

“I’m the old age of 27. Thanks for being discreet about it.” John scoffed at Roxanne.

“Trust me, you don’t look any older than my brother.” Roxanne took another sip of her drink, puckering her face at the strong taste of the alcohol.

“You got a brother?” John’s brows went up in surprise.

“Yep. He joined the Air Force about two years ago. My family rarely hears from him. Last time he wrote, everything seemed good on his end.” Roxanne didn’t know how much of her brother's letters were actually true, but she tried to believe his every word.

“That’s good to hear.”

As Roxanne took another sip of her drink, she gave up trying to force herself to like it. The bitterness had her scrunching up her nose as she swallowed the liquid that was already in her mouth. John noticed her look of disgust.

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s too strong for my weak taste.” Roxanne felt a bit embarrassed by her lack of alcohol tolerance compared to John. He shook his head, bringing a hand closer to her drink.

“I’ll drink it for you if you don’t want it-“

Roxanne quickly moved her glass away from his grasp.

He looked like he was already a few glasses in prior to the dance with her. It would be best not to give him another one.

“Oh- no, don’t worry about it.”

“Roxanne, I’m serious.” John insisted on taking the drink from her, staring into her eyes with a mischievous looking grin, but she continued to shake her head in refusal.

“And if you’re too drunk? Who’s going to walk you back?”

“Who said I was walking?”

Roxanne was worried even more when he said that. How was he thinking of getting back?

“Then what’s your plan?”

“I’ll ride a bike.”

As if that were any better. Roxanne didn’t trust this man getting home on his own. Something could happen to him or the other way around. It wasn’t safe.

“In fact, you can ride with me. I’ve got two of ‘em.”

“I think I’ll pass on that one. You might try to get us both killed.” Roxanne wasn’t open to the idea of walking John back alone, but she wasn’t going to willingly ride a bike back with a drunk man either.

“Trust me, you’re more likely to die in a plane than on a bike.”

Roxanne was taken aback by John’s statement. He may have said it as a joke, but it sounded much more serious than humorous. Roxanne brushed it off.

“So, I take it you’re a pilot?”

“What gave it away?” The brunette raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Your demeanor. It's a dead giveaway." Roxanne stated with much sarcasm and truthfulness.

"So you think I'm like every other guy here?" John looked at the woman with wide eyes, following along with her satirical tone.

"I've only met one so far, but you know that your men have quite a reputation.”

Roxanne meant every word. Since she became a nurse on the base, she had always noticed how the airmen were quick to swoop up women. Of course, she hadn't been one of those women until now.

"And who might that one lucky man be?" John grinned smugly, aware of who she was referring to.

"I think he knows who he is." Roxanne winked at the handsome pilot, watching as he chuckled.

"You know, I'm surprised there wasn't more than one man. They must be blind." John watched the color in Roxanne's cheeks turn a bright red.

"You're too sweet."

"No. I'm too honest."

John brought his eyes away from the beautiful girl in front of him. As he looked at the happy couples on the dance floor, he could only picture the same with Roxanne. The two connected almost instantly. By now, it felt like they'd known each other for a long time, even though they only met a few minutes ago.

She saw his gaze moving to the people. Another man in uniform, who she assumed was a friend of John's, shouted something at him as he held a girl under his arm. They were laughing like two happy kids.

"Just look at how happy these people are." Roxanne smiled at the sight of the calm crowd and cheerful faces.

“It’s something that most of us hope won’t be a last good memory. And I think after tonight, this won’t be a last for us.” There was a optimism in his voice that was undeniable. It was clear that John had an interest in the girl even if the two didn’t know each other that well.

Roxanne stared at John, giving him a smile that almost reached both of her ears.

The two went silent for a moment, taking in the peaceful moment they had both longed for. They both got lucky that night. All because of some singing.

“I’m really happy that we met tonight.” John had finished his drink through the exchange of only a few words, while Roxanne’s wasn’t even halfway done. She was too distracted to remember her drink.

"Me too." Roxanne smiled at John with that enamored look in her eyes. The love she had found for this man she only met minutes ago was undeniable.

His charm, his personality- it was something Roxanne never knew she was missing. She found herself completely captivated by John's confident and open manner. Maybe trying to stick around with him a little longer wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“I say we go dance. Wouldn’t want to waste a good night like this.” John looked eager to get out on the dance floor.

Roxanne held her hand out happily.

“Lead the way, Major.”

• • •

As the night wore on, Roxanne discovered a newfound joy in John’s company. They laughed, they shared, and they lost themselves in conversations that seemed to last an eternity.

The officers' club faded into the background as Roxanne finally understood that love had indeed been waiting for her, patiently biding its time.

Later during the night, Roxanne and John danced under the dim lights, their laughter mingling with the soothing melodies.

As they swayed together, Roxanne felt a weight lift off her shoulders, a realization that love had found its way into her life in a way she never thought possible.

Their journey of romance had only just begun, but as Roxanne looked into John’s eyes, she knew that the night at the officers' club would change her life forever.

Love had found her, and with it came a newfound courage to embrace the unknown, to revel in the magic of possibility, and to believe that blue skies awaited them.

[desertsfic]

29 please!! Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to)

(for the Bored Writer Ask Game)

Hello, sorry! I was out all day yesterday and then came home and immediately passed out!

I had to pull out my computer for this and it's a little long and not edited so forgive me, but I think this is a scene from chapter ??? 48?? of rng?? it's been awhile since I looked at my deleted scenes folder but I am the kind of person who never deletes anything, I just stuff it into a corner and never look at it again haha!

This is a scenee between Bro and Mom, which changed a lot and definitely got shortened up but here is some old deserts nonsense behind a big read more:

“Sorry,” you say again, but it feels mechanical, and like she won’t really believe you. “Back when I first got Rose I wasn’t in a good place Dirk.” She folds her arms over her knees. “I'd been babysitting drunk for years and I thought ‘it's not that hard, it won't be so bad’. I had no idea what I was doing. I just wanted to be – to be better than Hass. I didn't want to let them grow up in a dirty cluttered house that didn't look cared for, and I wanted there to always be food in the fridge. I wanted it to be the kind of place that looked like home but I—" She tears up and you let her. “But I didn't know how to cook, and I still don't, and I knew the drinking was bad but in my mind it didn't matter. It didn’t matter because eventually Rose wouldn't need me anymore an’ I wasn't even sure how far we'd make it in the game or if they'd even win at all.” You don’t touch her, though you know she’d probably prefer you did. “I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but I suppose I didn't think it was affecting me nearly as bad as perhaps it might have been? In my mind, I was still getting  her an education, I still cleaned the house, I worked, I...” She wilts. “But I was wrong. It was wrong of me, to live like that. So reckless, and with a child in the home?” She laughs, but there’s no mirth in it. “Christ, I could have killed her.” You give a bitter smile and she returns it, watery and wavering at the corners. “We're quite the pair, aren't we.” “I don't think it's worth comparing yourself to me,” you say. “You're a good person Rox. Who's made a few mistakes. That's alright. You're allowed a second chance.” She sniffles. There was a point in time where you were just a stupid kid. Both of you, and she was the only other person you ever truly thought of as a friend. "It's good to be here with you," you say, because you can't say the right words. Roxy, for all her faults, and for all of yours, knows you well enough to parse the space between. She takes your face in her hands and you let her, because Roxy's got hands for fighting, rough on the pads and thick in the knuckles, but she would never truly hurt you, and you can trust her more than anyone else you've ever known. "I love you too, Dirk, you complete fool."

[webraciszekbastion]

My suggestions for the real names of the Characters from Danganronpa F: Shattered Hope.

Hello and welcome, brothers, sisters and non-binary comrades. I was bored, so I decided to share something I came up with some time ago. Namely, what the cast's real names are, in my opinion.

It's for fun.

Enigma - Dylan Thompson: I can't really justify my choice. I just think that the name Dylan suits both Enigma and the protagonist. Additionally, when I imagine that the others call him Dylan, I immediately label him with that name.

Cancel - Mary Brétan: I know Cancel, she said at free events that she was from California. However, seeing her clothes and her long, night-black hair, I am not convinced that this girl does not have Romanian roots.

Yaxi - Ivory Espadera: When I hear this name, I also hear its strength. A strong name for a strong woman warrior.

Grisp - Grant: I was thinking about the name Grispa and I think he would probably have a crazier, more unusual name. But the name Grant suits me too. When I heard the name Grant, the first thing I thought of was a tall and well-built man. Moreover, it is a distinctive name with a calm tone. Good name for Grisp.

Scarlet - Adreinne Phu: Sounds elegant to me. Therefore, for the beautiful, motherly figure of this killer game, it is absolutely perfect in my opinion.

Cross - Albert River: When I was thinking about a name for Cross, for some strange reason my mind went to the game "The Witcher". I kept thinking of something that had a "serious" or "intelligent" connotation to it. And so, thinking about the name and random, reimagined scenes from "The Witcher", the name Albert River came up, and honestly. I just really like it.

Moraiteru - Brooke Sirano: I'm not sure how I came to this conclusion. I have the impression that Mora has some family in Spain.

Corza - Trevor Talde: His name is Trevor, like Enigma's, his name is Dylan. God, why am I so stubborn about these two names?

Pocket - Paul Green: I love Poket, and its greatest asset is its voice actor, who I think does a great job. That's why I named him "Green". When I was a child, I heard many times from my mother that the color green was calming. Pocket Voice is my green color.

Rock - Gregory Stone: Do you get it? Because he's a Geologist whose last name is "Stone." I'm comical. Quite seriously. Rock's love of verbal jokes influenced my decision. After all, Rock was delighted to remember his name. (At least that's what I think)

Rox - Elena Wright: A beautiful name for a beautiful journalist. I like the name "Elena" so much, so I immediately knew what name sounded perfect for Rox. Besides, I think you'll agree that Rox would be like a female version of Phoenix, screaming "Objection" throughout the trial room.

Twin - Kenneth Flash: Kenneth will always be known to me as an archetypal character who is cheerful, full of life and cares for the wound. Yes! Kenneth is his name, I'm even more insistent than with Corza and Enigma. The name Flash comes from the fact that Twin captured my heart at flash speed.

Rissi - Kaitlyn Hart: Sounds cute and innocent to me. It accurately captures the wonderful person Rissi is.

Anon - Zack Smitch: When I thought about it a bit and looked at his nickname, the fact that it is currently targeted, that Anon will not have any talent and his behavior, I associated him with an ordinary surname. However, I gave the name more expressive, because the aura of an ordinary Anon raises some suspicions.

What do you think about this ? Have you had any thoughts on what the real names of our favorite fourteen Ultimats might be?

Have a nice day/night

[ditzydisaster13]

The Pretty Pink Alien

hi guys. If you’ve missed me; I’m back. With yet another thing of drawings. And my seemingly never ending desire to draw mCC x mOC. Just making random gay ships with ocs to characters that are already part of the show anyways. I’ve been fandom hopping again. Which I do a lot. This time my brain is on the Voltron series. The Dreamworks that’s on Netflix and has a shitty ending and plain sucky character développement.

Aside from how the animators messed up the show, I still love the characters themselves. Lance McClain will forever be my favorite. So I guess it’s time to introduce to you guys his pink alien boyfriend. Roxetor.

I definitely went through some edits. Appearance wise-> and just naming the species. Most of it is very similar though. Haven’t drawn much of Lance and Rox together, besides the paper drawing where I was literally just messing around at first-

I even included a bond as the first image. All of my CC x OC situations. Mostly. I never even thought I would do one for Lance or VLD. But I did.

And there’s loads more on Rox for the future. If you wanna know more about my character, as well as how the ship came to be leave a comment or so and I’ll do my best to reach out.

[reactivatedrockstar]

😢 (Me finding Bonnie crying?)

Random Symbol Meme (Accepting!)

Bonnie wasn't much of a crier. That much was pretty common knowledge. He almost always had such a positive upbeat outlook and attitude about almost everything that the few times his closest friends has seen him cry was caused by frustration.

He was such a force of good for the others, a strong rock of support, that not many even really thought about Bonnie ever crying: like two concepts that would never possibly intertwine. Unless, of course, he'd laughed himself to the point of sobbing.

In the five years Roxy had known him, she'd never once seen or heard Bonnie cry. That's how rare it was. So when she could see his figure, through the wall, slumped into a ball, hands covering his face, and shoulders dipping up and down, she had to do a double-take. She listened closely, and sure enough, she could hear the softest of sobs and whines. That pit in her chest came back, as it so often did, Bonnie had always been there for her, and to see him like this... it was the most painful thing she could have imagined.

Roxy went around to where Bonnie was, rather than talking to him through the wall. Bonnie was one of her closest friends, and she knew he'd want or need a hug. Whether or not her casing would survive was still up in the air.

"Bonnie?"

"Mmp-!" He squeaked, jolting upright as if nothing was wrong. "Ah, Rox. Do you need something?" Roxy only offered a glare at his words.

"Yeah. I need you to tell me what is bothering you! After everything you have helped me with, you do not think you can come to me?!" Bonnie's ear flattened out to the side at that.

"Ah... you... saw that?"

"Bonnie!"

"S-sorry, sorry! I just..." He hid his face in his legs and looked at the floor.

"What is wrong?"

"I... I am just frustrated." Roxy blinked at the confession- Bonnie wasn't great at lying, so it seemed genuine. Moreover, frustration wasn't uncommon with the rabbit, never had been. He was a chronic perfectionist, and held himself to a much higher standard than anyone else, so it was also pretty believable.

"At yourself? For what?"

"For once, no. I am frustrated at..." He gestured to the scratches in his chest, and then to Roxy, "this! The situation! I see you rushing yourself because of how many kids want face paint, and you cannot possibly get to them all before the next performance, and- and it is making you late, some kids are missing out, you are drowning, and there is not a single thing I can do about it!!" Roxy watched Bonnie's movements: he always spoke with his hands when he was frustrated, but she could still tell this wasn't the only thing he was upset about. She opened her mouth to speak, but Bonnie continued his rant. "It is unfair to you, to the kids, and to the others! And I am back here, doing absolutely nothing! Because I cannot! If I go, I would probably traumatize the children!!"

"I would not go that far."

"It is a possibility!"

Roxy could tell this wasn't why he was crying, but maybe it was just the easiest thing to complain about. If Bonnie had taught her anything, it was how easy it is to slip once one started venting.

Even still, her ears flattened, because she wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about it, and she wasn't sure what to do.

She sat down on the floor next to him.

"Bonnie, it is okay."

"It is not! Not to me!"

"Do you want to tell Freddy?"

"Would that even fix anything?!"

It didn't seem like he wanted advice.

"Do you need a hug?"

Bonnie pulled his face out from his legs at the words, looking to Roxy. She wasn't much of a hugger, maybe for a bit, or to tease Monty, but she was never one to offer or give hugs. After that second of realization passed, Bonnie wraps her into a tight bear hug with a soft whine. Roxy couldn't help the soft yelp of pain that escaped when she felt her back bend the wrong way slightly, but she didn't mind. Instead, she returned the hug, wrapping her arms around her shoulders as tight as she could manage... which wasn't very tight with Bonnie's hold on her. Good thing animatronics don't breathe.

Luckily, she didn't have to risk damage for long. Bonnie pulled away on his own accord, looking back at Roxy with a warm, appreciative expression.

"Thank you, Roxy. I really needed that."

[roxas--munchkin]

Here's a piece I've been working on for a while. I had a random thought from a different post collide in my head to where "What if the Roxas Munchkin Namesake did a clothes swap?" and came to this conclusion. The Roxas on the right (henceforth Rox) Is from the original Kingdom Hearts 2, and when I was sketching this, the fucker is lanky as hell. All legs and seemingly no torso this bean-pole is.

Contrasting to that is Roxas (Munchkin) on the left, is my main username/online persona. Unlike Rox, Roxas is all torso no leg, so the clothing swap makes for an interesting combination of Rox swimming in Roxas' hoodie, and Roxas dealing with the pain of pinching clothes and floppy pant legs.

Both of them are internally cursing up a storm, and I'd imagine that if Lea/Axel saw Rox in this outfit, he'd dare the blond to wear it in public, which Rox would take him up on.

If Roxas had to wear Rox's outfit in public, it'd most likely be a time-crunch sorta thing.

@letoasai, not sure if you got to see the finished product, so I'm tagging you here ^u^

[venjamin-kingdomhearts]

yo this is completely random, but i just want you to know, i happened to see the post about writing a ventus and roxas fic and hi, im the author or AAR, i would 1000% leave a like a long comment on such a fic. it's 1 am and im very reminiscent on things rn, just thought id pass this along <3

oh my gosh! hi! this is so so sweet, AAR was SUCH a huge inspiration for me when it came out. it's actually the whole reason i started an a03, aaaand i think it might've been what encouraged me to start writing on my tumblr! oh man, i remember back in 2019, writing a roxas and ventus fic after reading AAR. BOY is it old, eheh... aaand i definitely see ven and roxas differently from then, not really into the whole "they see each other as brothers" angle anymore. anyhoo, im, like, SO honored you popped in to say hi?? this is like. SO sweet. i definitely need to re-read AAR again. oooh man apologies that this reply gets long, i'm just a bit excited! i love talking to people about these two...

the post you mentioned stumbling across is actually pretty old, eheh. i've written quite a bit since then!

Here's my ao3. You might notice i have a few Ventus and Roxas ship fics, which i TOTALLY understand isn't for everyone. i mostly write non-shippy stuff about them, anyways. I usually tag friendship posts about Ventus and Roxas . I even write headcanons about their friendship from time to time! heh, i'm kinda sitting on this unfinished ven and rox friendship fic right now. i'm definitely gonna finish it *eventually*-- but hell, maybe i'll just link the wip here lol

I hope i'm linking these correctly, but here are some ventus and roxas (and xion) thoughts i've written. and!!! i can totally recommend some of my favorite roxas and ventus friendship fics + blogs, too! just gimme the word and i'll compile some recommendations.

and, hey, it's been ages since i've started this fic and i haven't really gotten anywhere... but i'll share the work in progress here for anyone to see! here's chapter 5 of "five is company", if anyone wants to check it out. eheh, sorry this kinda turned into a self-advertisement. i just figured it'd be a good idea to compile some of my stuff here in case you were in the mood to read some ventus and roxas content! anyhoo, thank you so much for stopping by! it's... so very, very sweet of you to say hello to me. AAR really did inspire me a lot back in the day, and i hope life's been treating you well since the last update. it's awesome to see more posts from you, and definitely let me know if you want some recommendations for roxas and ventus fics.

[roxfox5]

IT'S BOOPIN' TIME. GOTTA BOOP, BOOP, BOOP.

I hope ya'll know...if I am able to boop you. YOU ARE NOT SAFE FROM ME.

[monty-glasses-roxy]

you know what would make the special wet floor bot even cuter? giving it a silly hat or something, that would look adorable and make it easier to tell it apart from the other wet floor bots

In the case of Steve the ever so slightly different wet floor bot, it's occasionally given a funny little hat for special events or when the animatronics are feeling a little down and want a little pick me up. A wet floor bot running around in a cowboy hat with a water pistol taped to its side just has that effect on them lmao

For the Sidekicks AU wet floor bot? I gave them a little parth hat in the Faztrainer Roxy picture, but in terms of everyone being able to tell the difference well... Repairing them was just a side project for Roxy. Like, it was just a hobby and a little curiosity to see if she could do it that landed her with a pet floor bot. The little guy is beat to shit and they don't keep spare parts around for these things so yeah. Little guy has seen better days but in Roxy's honest opinion, they look cool as fuck with the broken ear and visible damage.

I had the idea that she could use some colourful scrap metal to party the holes for structural purposes too but not buff it out or paint it or anything. So the colour of the scrap determines the colour of the gaps in the usual yellow casing. I was thinking that might look a bit like a patchwork floor bot and would be pretty cool to look at, and of course she would give it accessories once she found out it was sentient so this could be the most colourful little guy in the Plex

[characternerdocs]

🎥 (Rox)

Send 🎥 for a random scene of my muse’s life ||| @icybreaths

Slumping as they sat on the edge of their bed, Rox pried open the top of the bottle in their hand. They weren't sure what it was, they had just snagged the first bottle they saw on the shelf behind the bar. Surely No one would miss one bottle. Nobody had ever complained before - That was the City of Dis for you though, vice and sin was king here and as long as one indulged nobody seemed to care. And therefore theft was also no big deal, long as one had the means to hold their own if the "rightful" owner came calling.

Rox didn't - not really. Sure, they had the sass and lip to fearlessly berate and mock anyone who challenged them, but the skill to actually hold their own if it came to fists ... or worse? Rox was a good as mice meat. Especially right now, with Levi gaap knows where, feeding that unappeasable hunger of his or prehaps just wandering completely dazed and unthinking in another battle in the prolonged fight with his forgetful self. Without their self-proclaimed "big brother" to play protector for them, Rox was again easy prey. They were an outcast, a freak, even in the eyes of demons and devils, a castoff even among the most loathsome society of all societies. A revolting half-breed, a bastardization of demon blood. Treated no better than a hell hound, their standing lower than an imp's.

If it weren't for Levi aggressively adopting Rox, they would still be harassed whenever they step out of their dwellings. Now it was only within their residence that Rox needed to be concerned about being assaulted without any form of aegis.

Rox started to gulp back the drink in hand, hoping that whatever they pilfered was at least strong enough to dull the nagging buzz of their dark thoughts. Thoughts that spoke only of their short comings, their flaws, and the disappointment Rox's existence brings.

The more Rox drink however, the stronger the buzzing seemed to grow. Steadily it got louder and louder and the sound threatened to consume Rox's remaining shred of sanity when they realized that buzzing was not in fact in their head.

Springing from their bed, Rox was appalled at the sight of a monstrously large fly perched upon the pillows of their bed. The fly's head tilted and twitched as she regarded Rox, before rubbing a hair leg over the rosy pink bow a top her head.

'Yeck! Beelzebeth...' How did that pampered little pest get into their room? The nerve of her to come invade their space, and of all the place to sit she just had to being sitting on Rox's bed. The fly flitted her wings teasingly at Rox as she stepped in place on their pillow, digging her six feet into the fabric.

Rage welled in Rox as Beth openly mocked them. Again the brassiness of this putrid bug, to come into their room and put Rox's buttons. Rox snarled as they wound up. "Piss off you repugnant primadonna."

But before Rox could throw the bottle at Beth, their wrist was caught by somebody standing behind them. Then intermeddler spoke and Rox's stomach and their bottle fell, the latter shattering upon the flood.

"Pyrox~" Beeyel started in that sing songy way which calmly, even playfully seemed to threatened. "How many times must I tell you-" Then his tone shifted, and Beeyel threw Rox on to the floor. "NOT TO HARASS MY CHILDREN?!"

"Beelzebeth fuckin' started it!" Rox contested as they scrambled to their knees, only to have Beeyel kick them over and out into the hallway.

"I don't give a crap about who started it!" He bent down picking out a shard of the broken bottle before dragging Rox up by the collar of their shirt. "I have made it very clear what is expected of you in this household, Pyrox, and I have always be remarkably lenient with you despite the circumstances. Yet it seems of late you have forgotten your place and your duties. Something I'd expect from the dimwitted dogfish you've seemed to have befriend, but you."

Beeyel began to snicker as put his arm around Rox's shoulder and forced them to walk with him down the hall, all the while Beeyel kept the serrated piece of glass uncomfortably close to Rox's neck. "You seem to need another reminder, Roxy. And seeing that you've been awfully rude to my precious Beelzebeth and her siblings, let's start with your responsibility to keep my Lord Flies fed."

Thanks for the request @icybreaths I hope you enjoyed the glimpse into Rox's angsty teen life. I didn't go into the feeding, but I'm sure you can use you imagination on how Beeyel would like Rox tp provide his carnivorous fly babies with the nutrients they need.

[pxlmtrecs]

" honestly , " she paused and thought for a second . " no , he isn't famous . he is a ceo of some big marketing company , but he's not famous . just a billionaire . " she continued . " that was probably my mistake though . " she took a deep breath and sighed . " i need to only date people who are in the business , and not some random ceo who hates wearing luxury brands . " she shook her head in disbelief . she usually has good judge of character , but not this time . " i might make a little story time about it . i have to be subtle as fuck though , i don't want to get my ass sued , rox . " eyes widened at the thought of getting sued , but she quickly shook her head as she listened to the other girl . " really ? " she asked . " what's been happening with you ? which men was stupid enough to lose you ? "

a  shake  of  her  head  ,  "  does  anyone  know  this  man  ?  "  her  way  of  asking  if  he  had  any  semblance  of  fame  ,  "  put  his  ass  on  blast  ,  "  roxanne  always  one  to  push  for  the  most  dramatic  outcome  to  any  situation  .  a  bad  date  ?  why  just  move  on  silently  ?  when  you  could  publicly  embarrass  them  for  the  world  to  see  ?  twist  of  injected  lips  as  she  nods  in  mutual  disappointment  ,  "  and  like  i  always  say  ,  once  you  get  the  ick  ,  screw  the  dick  ,  "  high  -  pitched  hum  coming  from  the  only  fans  model  as  she  sips  at  her  drink  once  again  .  "  the  love  life  on  this  side  isn't  much  better  ,  i  mean  ,  "  scrunch  of  her  nose  as  she  thinks  back  to  her  last  few  encounters  ,  "  i  think  the  sea  is  polluted  and  the  plenty  of  fish  that  were  once  in  it  all  sunk  to  the  depths  of  hell  .  "                    

[grimlyechoes]

What I say: I'm fine

What I'm thinking: when I was younger I had a white DS lite and Yoshi's Island DS and I was bad at it but I loved it and then one holiday we let my cousin play and I never saw the DS again. my family insisted I had lost it but my room was ripped apart and put back together and nothing. 10 years later the we left that house and I still haven't the slightest clue what happened to it and it distresses me to this day

[wicked-jade]

🪜 Tell us a random fact about any fic Dust Yourself!

🎨 Feed me please!

🪜 Tell us a random fact about any fic Dust Yourself!

Well, Roxanne as we know her probably wouldn't exist without you. And not just the name, lol. When I was writing 'dust yourself' you kept commenting things like, "Where are all the responsible adults in Johnny's life?? Will someone please help this child!" And it made me wonder...yeah, where are they?

And the answer was, she's in New York, recording her new album. 😂

And that is how Dutch (and now Johnny, since he's basically been adopted at this point) wound up with the best parental figure outside of Mr. Miyagi. 🤷‍♀️

🎨 Feed me please!

You got it! Here's a snippet from "Or Forever Hold Your Peace." It's the Dutch/Johnny angsty exes fic I've been toying with for months now. This is it's own thing, it's not part of the 'dust yourself off' verse.

In this one, Dutch and Johnny were an established couple for nearly a decade, but Dutch struggled with drug addiction and ended up spending almost five years in prison. Johnny never came to visit, and has been avoiding him since he got out. But then they're thrown back together at Jimmy's wedding. This would be circa 2000-ish.

“Oh, now he’s worried about me,” Johnny snorted, motioning for the bartender to make it a double. “You were real worried about my welfare the night you snuck out of our bed, stole all the money from my wallet, and took my car to do a drug deal after you swore to me you were done with that shit.”

Dutch’s face fell. He once again reached out to touch him, to lay a hand on his shoulder, but at the last second he thought better of it and let it fall to his side mid-gesture.

“I never stopped worrying about you, Johnny. I worried about you every goddamn day. I still do.”

“Well, do me a favor and don’t. I’m fine.”

Or at least he was, before he came to this stupid fucking wedding. He was fine in his little one-bedroom shoebox in Reseda, that was all he could afford because he’d be damned if he ever trusted anyone enough to live with a roommate ever again. He was fine with his shitty job and all of the nameless, faceless, meaningless one-night stands.

He was fine without Dutch. He had to be.

“You’re not fine,” Dutch scoffed, brushing off the lie like lint from his suit lapels. “And I’m never gonna stop caring about you. I can’t. And you can’t make me.”

“Funny, I thought you finally learned how to quit.”

“Not everything,” Dutch took another drag off his cigarette and ashed it. “Not you. Never you.”

Thanks for the asks, Rox! 😘