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nautiscarader · 4 years ago

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1, 2, 3 (You, Her, and Me)

This is an extended (11k) version of a short prompt about Stacey joining Max and Roxanne from last year. I had to change some details, particularity with relation to usage of alcohol. I hope you are happy, Anon, that your idea grew :)

Send me a message if you are still out there :)

Thanks to Szandor for proofreading and coming up with the title.

Max/Roxanne/Stacey, E, 11k, (Ao3)

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Stacey was fairly sure she was still dreaming. She was riding a tank, shooting what looked like teddy bears around her neighbourhood, then she was playing beach ball, and then, just when she felt that things couldn't get weirder, she was sandwiched between two naked bodies, mercilessly worshipping her with their mouths, their tongues, their fingers, all the while she repaid them with the same ferocity. She felt heat, passion, and love...

And as she saw the faces of these two people, she woke up, taking quick, deep breaths, as if she just emerged from a long dive. She sat upright on the bed, and tried to understand her surroundings, though she knew something was wrong, even before she put her glasses on. This didn't feel like her room, nor her bed, and as she looked around, she could see she was, in fact, lying between two other snoring people. Two naked, snoring people. The unmistakable smell of sex only confirmed that, though when the men on her right moved, she could definitely feel one distinctive part of him nudging her equally naked body, which made her shiver.

She clutched her head, feeling dizzy, as well as an overwhelming sensation of guilt. This was precisely what her parents were afraid that might happen to her in college: she'd go to a bar, get drunk, and then had unprotected sex with random people. But as she reached for her glasses - she had to stretch her arm over one of her companions - and put them on, everything became, quite literally, clearer. First of all, as the dizziness passed, Stacey realised she wasn't drunk, and judging by a series of colourful wrappers on the floor, the sex she's had wasn't unprotected at all.

And those definitely were not random people...

She first noticed the messy, flaming red hair of her best friend, Roxanne, lying on her left, gently snoring with her hand laying on Stacey's abdomen. She could only presume that previously it had rested on her breasts... And a slightly louder snore from her right alerted her to the presence of Roxanne's boyfriend, Max, sleeping in a bit less distinguished fashion, salivating over his pillow, though the smile on his face was as wide and serene as on Roxanne's.

Though her mind was still somewhat hazy, Stacey was sobering up from her moral hangover pretty quickly, as thoughts raced her mind, making her heart simultaneously beating in excitement and sinking as the heavy consequences dawned on her. And as they did so, she slowly began remembering what lead her to her predicament.

And it did start in a bar...

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Roxanne wished she could talk with her oldest friend about literally anything else - music, books, movies... Heck, she'd be glad to hear about Stacey's classes she liked to complain so much about. But alas, the topic of their conversation had to steer to a much more mundane and stereotypical one - men. Or, to be precise, one man Stacey was currently both weeping for and cursing, her emotions mixed like the drink in front of her.

- I swear to all that is holy, if I see Bobby's sorry ass here one more time... - Stacey babbled, leaning onto the table - Do-Do you think he will come back to me, though...?

In a blink of an eye, Stacey's angry frown turned into an expression of unfounded hope, which only made Roxanne's response more troublesome. She sipped a bit of her drink, and tried to form her answer in a way that would not damage her best friend's feelings too much.

- We-Well, uhm, from what you've told me, it-it doesn't look like it...

Roxanne shied away, her eyes gravitated to the table they were sitting by and her drink. She hoped she'd never had to help her friend deal with a break-up, one over a telephone call no less. She genuinely thought that she and Bobby could work, but ever since he moved to Calisota, she feared that this day may happen. So when she spoke to her through tears about an hour ago over the phone, Roxanne did everything in her might to fulfil her duties as a friend and rushed to her help.

- And... - Roxanne suddenly added, drawing Stacey's attention back to her - I think it's for the better.

She gently bumped the table with her fist, making their glasses jingle.

- If he won't even talk to you eye-to-eye, then it means he never respected you and he doesn't deserve you. The only worse thing would be if he broke up with you over an e-mail.

Stacey sniffed.

- You-you think so? - Of course, girl! - Roxanne smiled - Just you wait, he'll be trying to win you over in a few weeks, because only then he'll realise what he has lost. And you will not give him the satisfaction.

Roxanne spoke, watching as Stacey's lips curled into a smile.

- Men can be such pigs... - Roxanne sighed, taking another sip of her drink. - Your Max is okay... - Stacey mumbled, toying with the straw in her drink - He wouldn't do that... - Well, yeah... - Roxanne smiled - He is lovely. Though we've had a quarrel or two ever since we've moved in together... - Come on, but you two got over it, didn't you? - Stacey protested, rising up from her half-sunken position, watching as Roxanne nodded in response - There, you see, you're like a perfect couple, you were the king and queen at the prom, he's your prince charming! Don't try to disillusion me... - Well, I am lucky. - Roxanne admitted - He is a lovely guy, and now that we live together it kinda feels like a honeymoon... except, you know, with classes and exams.

As the two young women listened to the music from the nearby jukebox, and it took Stacey a whole song to speak again.

- You know, Roxie... - Stacey shied away - Do-Do you mind if I tell you a.... secret? - she whispered in a conspiratorial manner - But you have to promise you won't get mad... - Okay, go on... - Roxanne chuckled.

Stacey looked around, as if to see if other people in the bar - all two of them, both lying drunk on their table - were not eavesdropping.

- I've had a bit of crush on Max when we were in middle school. And-and high school too...

She sputtered and hid her face in her hands, worried about Roxanne's wrath.

- I know. - Roxanne smiled, much to Stacey's confusion. Her glasses only exaggerated the effect her words had on her. - Re-Really? - Stacey, we were both ogling guys during their PEs, I saw whose butts you were staring at...

Roxanne sipped her drink again, watching as her friend's face reddened, even though she was the one drinking.

- You-you don't mind me saying that? - Well, no, you're my best friend. - Roxanne reached her hand to her - We're supposed to tell ourselves everything, right? - Yeah, 'cos, 'cos... I just didn't want to think that I was like trying to steal him or-or anything... - Stacey, I would never... - Because I'm so happy for you, guys! - Stacey suddenly threw her arms around Roxanne, as tears flew from her eyes. - Cos' you are so happy, and... and... and love each other, and I'm-I'm... I'm gonna die alone with a useless degree... Like, who needs art historians?

Though she felt slightly awkward, Roxanne let her friend bawl her eyes out, giving her a quick pat on the pack. And as she looked into her drink, a devious plan hatched in her head. She pondered for a moment, hoping to hear a familiar voice in her head that would tell her that it was definitively a bad one. But she didn't hear it. Maybe it was because said voice was having the same drink she was having, maybe it was due to the music filling her ears, or maybe because it wasn't such bad idea after all...

In a split of a second, Roxanne made up her mind.

- Stacey, I-I think I can help you. - What? - Stacey raised her head at once - You think you can find me a job where I can art some history? Or story some art? - No, not that.

Roxanne delicately untangled her friend's arms from around her neck and stood up. She looked into her eyes and cupped her face.

- You need a rebound. And I think I know just a guy... - Do-Do I know him? - Stacey's eyes widened. - Well, you might say that. - Roxanne smiled. - He is... lovely... and charming...

She accentuated the last two words and paused, watching as Stacey's eyed her with curiosity.

- And I think we both liked his butt. - Roxanne spoke, playing with her hair, as she shied away, still with a smirk on her face.

It took transfixed Stacey a moment to read Roxanne's intentions, but when the meaning of her words got to her, her eyes widened, and she had to catch her glasses that nearly dropped from her nose.

- No, Roxie! - Yes, Stacey!

Roxanne smiled and dragged her from the table, though she stopped when she was about to take their glasses and noticed how little was missing from Stacey's.

- Stacey, did you drink any of this? - Nah. - Stacey asked, morosely - I just wanted to see the colours mix...

Roxanne took a moment to ponder her friend's quirky answer, and feeling her nagging voice inside her mind might come back, she drank Stacey's drink in one go, and feeling extra confident, they walked to the counter. With the wallet already in her hand, she paid for their drinks, asked the barman to call them a cab, and she gave Stacey another warm smile.

- Don't worry, Stacey, I've got it. - she leaned in and gave her a reassuring hug.

Five minutes later, they were in a car, driving towards the place Roxanne and Max have been renting ever since their second year. The light of the street lamps shone past the windows, and the surreal situation Stacey found herself in only deepened, especially knowing whom it came from. Stacey turned towards her best friend and leaned in, worrying the cab driver may overhear them.

- Do-Do you really think he'd agree? - Well, if not, then at least I would be able to say I tried. - Roxanne shrugged - I wouldn't let any random guy come close to you, Stacey. Especially right now.

The two sat in silence for a little while, until Roxanne spoke again.

- And, well, you know, he's a guy, so...

The two burst into giggles that filled Stacey and most importantly, Roxanne, with the extra bit of confidence she needed. She felt her heart beating faster, excited and giddy at the execution of her devious plan. The night was still very young, and with determination in her eyes, Roxanne knew her plan was going to succeed.

============== When Max heard the door opening, he wasn't exactly surprised at the sight of Stacey with Roxanne - he heard their voices through the thin wood - though their exuberant expression certainly did not look like they were coming from a meeting Roxanne set off half an hour ago.

- Stacey! - Max stood up from his desk, where he tried his best to study - Didn't expect to see you here. Are we moving a party here?

The girls giggled, and before either could reply, Max stepped forward with a slightly serious look on his face.

- Listen, Stacey, I'm so sorry to hear about Bobby. I-I called PJ to ask if he knew his number now, but he didn't know either- - That's okay. Thanks, Max. - Stacey smiled and closed her arms around his neck, very much like she did with Roxanne. - And as for the party... - Roxanne interrupted - Well, Maxie, come here for a moment, we have to talk. Stacey, get comfortable.

She grabbed his hand and dragged him to their kitchen annex, knowing she will need to explain quite a lot to him..

- Roxie, what's going on? - Max whispered, once Roxanne led him away from Stacey. - Well, Maxie... here's the thing...

Roxanne began toying with her hair, while she dragged her other index finger across his chest.

- See, we were having a drink... well, Stacey wasn't, and I wasn't either until we were about to... - she fumbled her explanation, and quickly composed herself - Anyway, I proposed you might be able to help her... - Help? How? - Max raised his eyebrow - You two were friends since, like, kindergarten. And besides, I'm not really an expert on break-ups, I thought you would- - No, Maxie, I'm not talking about giving her a shoulder to cry on... And well, we're definitely not in a kindergarten any more...

She shied away briefly, and only when their eyes met again, Max saw her doe eyes, staring at him with a would-be innocent look. But only when he looked deeper and saw the familiar, frisky gleam, as well as her reddened face, the gravity of the situation hit him. So much so, he had to sit down.

- Me?! - he nearly yelled, before he put his hand over his mouth - With-With her?! Me?! But... You!... And I!...

Max stuttered, frantically looking back and forth from Roxanne to the doorway to their room, wondering if Stacey could hear them, before Roxanne stepped forward and kissed him.

- Calm down, Maxie. - she smiled - Okay, well, maybe I did jump the gun... - You mean a nuclear missile, Roxanne. - Max corrected her, cupping her face. - Roxie, you know I love your ideas when you get naughty, but this... - ...but I couldn't let her feel down. - she interrupted - And you were honestly the first guy I thought about, mostly because we were... - ...were what? - Max looked at her quizzically.

Roxanne shied away again, before she sputtered her confession.

- Well, we were kinda talking about you. - she stuck her tongue out. - I... I think I should feel honoured. And yet I feel more confused. - Max smiled and raised his brow again. - You should. - she chuckled - But I... I get it, Maxie.

She smiled. Suddenly, she was hearing not one voice of reason, but a whole parliament of them.

- Maybe it was a bit... extravagant. - she sighed and hid her face in her hands - Let's go and talk to Stacey, I gotta unwind this mess...

She took Max's hand and took the few steps needed to get to their room, but she promptly stopped, which would make Max collide with her, if he himself didn't become petrified at the sight in front of him.

Stacey's clothes lay in a semi-neatly stack on their chair, though that detail could be overlooked by what those clothes implied. Stacey sat half-naked on their bed, undoing her bra and only when the two entered the room, she looked up, giving them a rather surprised stare.

- So... are we doing it, or what?

In one moment, the nagging consciousness of Roxanne was silenced forever. And if Max hoped that his mind could help him comprehend the situation, he was at loss there: his id and superego had their mouths and eyes opened equally wide at the sight of naked Stacey.

- Well, you told me to get c-comfortable... - Stacey corrected her glasses, still unsure whether she should continue.

Roxanne regained her composure first, and like before, she dragged Max with her, feeling he was still unsure what was going on. But this time she also reached for Stacey's hand and before they knew it, Roxanne pushed the two against each other, and the two could watch as their eyes grew in a mixture of surprise and excitement, though proportions of these varied between Max and Stacey.

- Maxie, it's this night only. She needs you, and, well, I promised her you.

Max swallowed loudly, and as her words and lips warmed him from the inside, his lips finally curled into a wide smile, giving Roxanne a clear sign to continue. Roxanne stood between the two and cleared her throat.

- Okay, let's do it formally. Max, this is Stacey. - she gave him a wink - She just had a bad break-up, and needs a man, who will respect her and care about her, and, most importantly, make her forget about all of that.

She turned towards her naked friend.

- Stacey, this is Max, he is a great, loving guy, and, between you and me, quite a stud.

The two chuckled and looked at the young man, whose hands suddenly moved towards Stacey's face, and with Roxanne's eager nod, Max leaned forward, though it was Stacey who closed her arms around his next, initiating a kiss.

Max never thought that he'd be able to feel it again, and yet, when their lips met, the same storm of hormones he last felt when he was fifteen rushed through his veins. Except he wasn't kissing his teenage crush he kept dreaming elaborate romantic fantasies about. Never before had he thought that another pair of lips could meet his, and yet, as Stacey's arms coiled around him, pressing her half-naked body against his, their kiss deepened, and the fact that Roxanne not only knew, but approved of it, made it strangely arousing. It felt serene and blissful...

...until his nose bumped her glasses.

- Oops, sorry. - Stacey giggled - Should have warned this may happen if you kiss a four-eyed one. - Well, they only make your pretty eyes bigge-

Max stopped mid-sentence, realising he had just flirted with Stacey, and he turned towards Roxanne, wondering how she'd react. But she wasn't angry, she was still toying with the strand of her hair, and kept nodding, encouraging him to go on.

- We... we can take them off if you want... - Nah, I got used to. - Stacey replied - Besides... I want to see all the details...

She dragged her finger down his chest, undoing buttons on his shirt, ending just above his trousers and sneaked another kiss.

- Come on, Maxie, I've seen you jump out of these faster...

And before Max knew what was going on, Roxanne pushed his jeans down, while Stacey's hands dealt with the rest, cupping the bulge in his pants that has been on their mind for some time. Knowing how he'd react, She let her lips contain the yelp that was about to escape his mouth when her fingers closed around his cock.

And with him immobilised, Roxanne used his moment of weakness to push him, and Stacey too onto the bed, as they collapsed neatly on top of each other in an unmistakable position. The eyes of two not-quite-yet-lovers widened again, and Max reached Roxanne again.

- O-okay, Roxanne, it's just-uh...

He looked away for a moment, though in his position it was more than difficult to look inconspicuous .

- It's just I worry I might not be able to... you know... - You will be - Roxanne reassured him, sitting by Stacey's side. - Because I'll be with you.

Just as he was about to protest, Roxanne's face disappeared briefly behind her blouse that soon joined the pile of clothes on the ground, together with her bra, and after a quick acrobatic move, her shorts and panties as well. And next thing he knew, Roxanne's attire matched theirs, as she lay next to her best friend, both ogling Max's naked body.

- Just be yourself Maxie, and give her the best love-making you can.... - Oh, I-I will... - Max tried sounding cocky, though the stutter in his voice diminished the effect slightly. - Maxie...

Hearing some uncertainty in his voice Roxanne leaned in and addressed her boyfriend directly

- I want you to rock Stacey's world tonight. I want you to make love to her as if there was no tomorrow, you get that?

She kissed him. Max blinked and let out a short confirmatory yelp, before Roxanne gently pushed his head against Stacey's breasts. She looked at the equally ecstatic face of her friend and continued whispering

- I want you to rut her, Maxie, show her what a real man can do... Can you do that for me? - she cooed, giving his earlobe a lick. - I get it. - Max replied - But surely we start with a foreplay first?

Stacey yelped when her body was suddenly pushed against the bed's rest and her thighs were raised as Max's mouth were pressed against her lower lips this time, while his hands contained her twitching legs. Stacey tasted differently than Roxanne, and the new, alluring smell only drove him wilder. Stacey's folds were also a bit bigger than Roxanne's, giving Max a chance to suckle and lick on them in a much more prominent manner than when he was going down on his girlfriend. And with said girlfriend lying next to him, the effect could not have been more bizarre.

Max curled his tongue and sneaked it between her folds, feeling her body twitching and flailing under his caresses. His thumb made its way to her clit, and a sharp, prolonged "Max!" escaped Stacey's mouth, once more making Max's blood freeze and boil at the same time, as he never thought he would hear his name, cried in a carnal, erotic manner, by anyone else than Roxanne.

Minute after minute, he worked on Stacey's pussy, licking every nook and cranny he could find, his fingers occasionally helping him achieve his goal, and, as Stacey grew impatient underneath him, he realised he was most certainly doing the right thing. Her voice, rising and falling in quick, abrupt manner was a sign of her oncoming orgasm, and once Max understood this, he licked his two fingers and stuck them in her, hoping they would drive her to her peak.

He wasn't wrong, as the energetic, fast movements of his digits made Stacey wail, and it took Roxanne's arms, coiling around her to help Stacey contain the excitement her boyfriend was giving her best friend. She felt oddly proud, and as her and Stacey's eyes met, Stacey understood that her best friend's stories were not an exaggeration. Roxanne held Stacey's hand, and as Max's caresses intensified, so did the grip of their intertwined finger, acting to delay the inevitable burst of pleasure that has been bubbling in Stacey's loins.

And though he was proud of his fingerwork, Max wanted to finish Stacey in a bit more delicate manner, and just before her walls started spasming around his fingers, he substituted them with his tongue, filling her pussy one more time before an explosive orgasm flooded his mouth with her come.

And as he breathed in the new, yet familiar fragrance, and his mouth was filled with Stacey's juices, he expected her to moan, but instead, she heard a muffled grunt, combined with a sound he didn't think he'd hear. A familiar, exciting, squelching sound came from up above him, and when he looked up, Max saw another mesmerising sight he didn't think he'd ever see - thought this night has already shaken his expectations of those.

The same lips he was kissing a few moments before were now pressed against Roxanne's, much to her surprise, especially since Stacey used them to contain her orgasm trying to escape her mouth. And yet, as their kiss grew in length, Roxanne closed her eyes and let Stacey's hunger funnel through her as well, much to the sight of the flabbergasted Max.

When Stacey's climax has subsided, and her chest stopped rising and falling erratically, she let go of her friend, and she pulled back, looking as surprised by her action as Roxanne was when she kissed her. Stacey, blinked, shifted her stare at Max, his jaw still open and hanging above her twitching pussy, and then back at Roxanne, gently wiping her lips that curled into a frisky smile.

- Well, that wasn't part of the plan.

The three stayed silent, and just when Stacey was about to panic over what she had done, Roxanne cupped her face and kissed her again, before she stood up and walked around to her boyfriend, giving him another kiss.

- Alright, I think it's time for the main course, Maxie!

Her hand sneaked between his legs, gently cupping his balls, making him jump in place, much to Stacey's delight.

- But don't worry, I'll be around...

Roxanne addressed Stacy, placing a kiss on her belly, feeling shivers on her skin . As adrenaline rushed through her body, Roxanne knew exactly what could accentuate it. She walked to the Cd-player standing on a drawer, put in a CD, and pressed "play". And as familiar beat filled the room, Max's heart began pumping blood faster. The tune Roxanne usually liked when they were making love gave him not just confidence, but also energy needing to do his duty as a friend, and, evidently, as a rebound.

Roxanne had one more gift to give, and this one was a bit more pragmatic. As Max kissed Stacey's belly, he was given a condom, but instead of him, Stacey eagerly took it and opened it, prompting Max to sit up so she could do the honours. Though the light in the room was dimmed - or rather became, as Roxanne continued creating the mood - Stacey could finally see Max's tool in its entirety. This was exactly what she was hoping for when she was ogling not only back, but also in front of Max's gym shorts...

He twitched when her hand closed around him, as she slid the condom on, her other hand reached for his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. Once she was done, she gave him one good pump for good measure and pulled him against her again. Max gave Stacey a charming smile, which she replied with her own smile, he then went for another kiss, this time without any hesitation. And with that, the triangle was complete, as each of the horny youngsters had a taste of other two lovers. Their bodies moved in the rhythm of the sensual, low music, as if they have been doing it a hundred times. Stacey even instinctively closed her leg behind Max's back, and when that pushed his crotch against her, she let out a gasp.

- Oh my... Roxanne wasn't kidding, wasn't she?

The two looked at the red-head, half-sitting next to them, and both lost their air in their lungs when they noticed her hand between her legs, circling her wet pussy.

- Don't mind me... - she cooed and gave Max a wink. - Go, get'er.

And as Roxanne's soft moans became the natural ambience of the room, Max sneaked his arm underneath Stacey's back, lifted her body just enough to get comfortable, and with her leg already spread wide, he pushed forward, watching as her face brightened.

Once more his mind was having a melt-down. He knew he shouldn't be feeling that odd - and yet, as Stacey's walls enveloped more and more of him, he couldn't help he was making love for the first time, despite all the evidence to the contrary. Stacey was evidently as excited as he was, her arms instantly closing behind his back as they assumed the most basic, and yet most intimate position they could have chosen.

With each inch of him sinking further, some very old fantasies of Stacey began bubbling up to the top of her mind. Some of them were still from high school, and yet, some of them from when he already started dating Roxanne...

- Mma-Max!

Stacey yelped when she felt his body press against her crotch and reached for his lips at once. She needed his soothing lips after he dived balls-deep inside her. And as their lips mashed again, Max flexed his muscles and pulled out, just enough to dive again right away inside her.

Stacey moaned into his lips, but soon needed more air, and thus her voice became integral part of the atmosphere, mixing with the music and Roxanne's gasps. For a moment, their eyes met again, and the two girls exchanged knowing looks, just before Max rammed himself inside her again, causing her body to arch and flail.

Though it wasn't the most elaborate position, it was undeniably effective, as Stacey's moans grew in pitch with each lunge forward, seemingly pushing deeper into her pussy. Max's grunts soon joined the mix, and the three students' voices became a semi-synchronised choir, speaking in mangled bits of each other's name.

Roxanne slid from her half-sitting position to make her job easier, and with Max's crotch in sight, she sneaked her other hand between their sexes, a move that caused both of them to yelp in surprise, yet didn't slow down their moves at all.

Max thought he would have to imagine making love to Roxanne in order to reach his peak, but he didn't, and he honestly didn't know if that made it better or worse. With Roxanne lying next to Stacey, and her fingers mashing against her clit, occasionally sliding to his cock ramming inside her, it truly felt as if he was making love to both of them.

- Max! Maxie! Roxie! - Stacey cried, this time unable to contain her screams.

And then their eyes met again, and with that short spark of intimacy, they both have lost themselves in each other. Stacey thrashed her head against the pillow, and as her body arched, Roxanne used it to sneak her arm underneath it. She retraced her other hand just in time when Max collapsed on top of her chest with a groan of defeat, while his hips moved on their own, filling the condom with bursts of his seed.

But it didn't matter what was happening down there. What mattered was that for the first time this evening, all three lovers could taste each other at once, as their mouths were pressed together, mashing their lips in what might otherwise be an awkward accident, but was an undeniable sign of love. Occasionally, two of them wanted a bit more, and the third one quickly allowed that, knowing that just in a moment they will be together again.

And just as the long track of music ended, so did their first three-way kiss, and the horny youngsters could look at each other without any worries or hesitation anymore. With their bodies still joined, Max was about to say something, but Stacey was quicker, sneaking from behind him and dragging Roxanne with her.

- Now you two! - Stacey suddenly exclaimed. - What? - Max and Roxanne gasped in unison, turning their faces towards their friend - I want to see you two...

Stacey cupped Roxanne's face, fixed her dishevelled hair and spoke in a low, relaxed voice.

- I want you to show me what happens in your bedroom...

She grabbed Roxanne's waist and pushed her against Max, straight into his arms that closed around her in Stacey's absence, following his lips. But just as Roxanne thought it was over, the world spun around her once more when Max rolled both of them to the side, spun her around and lifted her leg up, while he positioned himself behind her, peppering her neck with sloppy kisses.

- Ma-Maxie! - What? - he lifted his head - Stacey wants to know how we do it. I think this a good position to show her...

Roxanne looked at her friend, whose hand was already between her legs, mimicking her own position from before, as she eyes their sexes, waiting in anticipation. But unlike her, Stacey wanted seat in the first row and she lay next to them facing their crotches, giving Roxanne a chance to see the droplets of her orgasm still spilling onto the bedsheets.

- Well, then, Stacey... would you do the honour?

Stacey smiled, reached for another condom, and swiftly opened it, replacing the full one from Max's hardening cock. She gave him a couple of squeezes, before pulling the filled condom. She admired the sheer volume inside the rubber for a moment, watching as the weight of the cum made it dangle back and forth like a small punch bag

- Wow, you weren't kidding about him... - Yeah, imagine if he gets messy, girl. - Roxanne giggled in response.

She tied the knot and put the new condom on Max's cock, and with her other hand, she gently spread Roxanne's lips pushing his tip further and further, waiting for them to start moving soon. But as her lips got closer to her friend's sex, she went for a single lick against her friend’s clit sending Roxanne to high heavens, setting her nerves on fire just for a moment.

- Come on, Maxie. Do it!

Somewhere above her head, Stacey heard the two kiss, and just as their lips met, Max's cock parted her sex, filling her with the same gusto and passion as he did hers a moment ago. From her position, Stacey could watch the relentless sex machine that were Roxanne and Max, twitching and moving in unison, and just like Roxanne before her, Stacey's hand at once gravitated towards her crotch. She remembered when Roxanne told her once about a wild night she spent with Max, when he not only took charge, but pushed her legs against her body and mate-pressed her, asserting his dominance over her, at least for a night. Stacey wished she could see their sexes pressed against each other, as Max was diving inside her in the most animalistic position she could have imagined, and right now, she was given a glimpse of just how this might have looked like.

But she wasn't gonna be a passive observer: as Max rammed himself inside Roxanne, Stacey's tongue swirled around Roxanne's button, occasionally swinging to Max's length, making either one of them moan and squeal in delight about the sudden catalyst of their impending pleasures. Her lips traversed their entire joined sexes, from Roxanne's clit, through the veins of Max's underside, up to his balls, swinging back and forth with his rapid moves.

- Come on, Maxie... - Stacey cooed, cupping his testicles and placing a kiss on each of them - You've got plenty more juices there... Just imagine you're doing her raw...

Her words did exactly what she wanted to, though much faster than she expected. Max hilted himself just twice more inside her, before Roxanne's legs began shaking uncontrollably, and Stacey's fingers, wrapped between their heated sexes became covered in warm, slick juices she desperately needed to taste. And as she licked her best friend's orgasm, Stacey heard Max groan just as his muscles tensed and his hips quivered.

Though it was difficult in the dimmed light, she watched his balls and cock twitch when the climax hit him, sending spurt after spurt of his seed into the condom, and with her mouth already filled with Roxanne's juices, Stacey half-wished she could taste Max's cum overflowing Roxanne's pussy.

She got her wish just a moment later: Amidst their kisses, Stacey gently pulled Max's twitching cock, and removed his condom, making the thick, sticky still warm cum coat his length and her fingers. Under her touch, he twitched once more, sending a small strand directly up her hand, which she licked at once, before she lowered her head to clean him up.

Max let out a prolonger "Hyuck" breaking the soft kiss with his girlfriend, directing her attention to his crotch, and with that, they both watched their friend meticulously licking off the globs of seed clinging to Max's cock, moaning with each one she swallowed, revelling in the aggressive taste and aroma, mixed with Roxanne's juices she still had on her tongue.

At least, that was the plan. Because as Stacey continued cleaning off Max, she realised she had swallowed all the leftovers cum a long time ago, and with each move of her tongue, she was making him hard again. But as hers and Max's eyes met, she understood this was definitely not a problem, especially when Roxanne joined her, sneaking a hand to massage his balls just like Stacey was doing moments before.

Stacey closed her eyes and let the musk of her lover intoxicate her again. With each inch she coated, Max's groans were getting louder, and so did Roxanne's who was evidently being pleasured by Max's fingers this time. She wasn't sure how far she could reach - she certainly ad never deepthroated someone before - but that quickly was forgotten when Max suddenly jerked and let out a prolonged wail, just as a spurt of thick, gooey seed filled her mouth in a series of shots that painted her palate white.

And just as Max supplied her with his seed, Roxanne was living through a climax of her own, just as Max's fingers drove her to her peak again, providing ample moans that worked so well with the orgasm Stacey had been drinking. Bravely, Stacey swallowed each portion of Max's cum, remembering the full condom from before, and wondered how on Earth was he still so full. As she ran out of air, she wasn’t able to keep the final rope of cum stain inside her mouth, letting it drip onto the already messy bedsheets.

It was time for Max to be the gallant one as he reached for the roll of paper towels, first giving them to Roxanne and then to Stacey, though with her thirst and meticulous approach to cleaning him off, there wasn't that much left. Stacey sat up and gave Roxanne her hand to let her into a more comfortable position after her surprisingly strong orgasm.

With Stacey towering over her, there was only one thing to do: she leaned forward and pressed her naked body against hers, just as their lips found each other and Roxanne's weakened arms and legs closed behind her back in a loving embrace. But that turned out to be a trap, as Roxanne quickly rolled Stacey underneath her, her arms helping her legs spread, so their wet pussies could slid and grind against one another, causing both of them to sputter each other's names in a series of quick, erratic moans.

As the beat of the music slowed down, so did Roxanne, moving her hips back and forth as her pussy pressed against Stacey's, experiencing for the first time a delicate, yet fierce texture of another girl's sex their fluids mix underneath the pressure of their pussies. And with each of her slides came moans, fuelled by the same air they were breathing as the two joined their lips in a passionate kiss.

At some point, Stacey simply let her emotions go, and surrounded herself to the overwhelming storm of sensations caused just by her best friend's closeness. When her hips began twitching, Roxanne redoubled her efforts, sneaking her hand between their heated bodies, just in case her own clit mashing against hers wasn't enough. And when her fingers met Stacey's, the two yelled each other's names, rocking their joined bodies back and forth dispelling the energy of their powerful orgasm, soothed by another long kiss they shared.

And just as both of them were coming down from their shared high, Roxanne reached back and looked at their dumbfounded third lover, who has been watching the mesmerising sight of their love-making. Roxanne sneaked her hand between their bodies and spread hers and Stacey's pussies, still pressed together and joined with a slick mixture of their mixed juices. She gave Max an inviting smile and asked a simple question.

- Come, on, Maxie! What are you waiting for?

Max reached forward and was about to answer, but when Stacey's surprisingly strong legs gripped behind his waist, he was pulled against the alluring mashed pussies of his two lovers, and when his skin came in contact with their heated sexes, he forgot about lack of condom whatsoever. The heavenly texture of Stacey's pussy was so alluring, Max felt he could do nothing else than ram himself once more, especially with the beat of the music encouraging him to do so.

And as he did so, both Roxanne and Stacey let out a prolonged moan; though Max chose Stacey's pussy, he was sliding against Roxanne's as well, and with first bucking of his hips, the love-making started anew, with Roxanne once more asserting dominance over her best friend, this time with help of Max.

But before she could enjoy her position, she was lifted up slightly, by Stacey and Max, just so he could slide inside her, and with that, Stacey's hands and lips took over, caressing Roxanne's breasts and pussy, while Max provided a bit rougher, though no less effective treatment, until the red-head was moaning their names.

Back and forth they went, switching roles, just as Max was plunging himself in their different, soaking holes. As the three rocked their bodies together, Max was on cloud nine, alternating between the pussies of his two lovers. He could still feel a bit of difference between them, but in the haze that overwhelmed his mind, he lost track of whom he was rutting right now. All he knew was that he was feeling delicate, velvety walls, eager to start milking him of his seed. Lost in the pleasure he wondered which girl he was going to fill this time, imagining for a moment he would be able to pull off a masterful move of self-control and supply both of them with his cum.

When he switched his lover again, this image became even more prominent; he imagined both Stacey and Roxanne lying next to each other, kissing, and leaking copious amount of his cum... And then Max's heart nearly skipped a beat when his mind was filled with another image, this one of both girls with their bellies bigger and rounder because of his seed having found fertile grounds in their wombs...

But it was too late. As their trio sped up their rocking with each minute, his hips were moving on their own, switching from one pussy to the other, eager to flood it properly with a portion of warm and potent seed. Max gulped and flexed his muscles, hoping to perform a feat that would require even more willpower of him than finishing in both of his girlfriends.

Unaware of Max's moral conundrum, as the music blasted around them, and their bodies kept grinding against each other, Stacey's mind slowly became blank, and she gave in to the overwhelming pleasure, for the third or fourth time this night. With Max's cock slamming inside her, and Roxanne's pussy mashing against her clit, she strengthened the grip on both of them, giving them a subtle sign of what was going to come, as her lips kept spilling cries and moans, unable to formulate a coherent sentence.

Roxanne was the first to respond, her lips crashing with hers, but they couldn't fully contain the orgasmic wail that Stacey let out when her body was torn with a climax, the most powerful so far. Her back arched, allowing Roxanne to sneak her arm underneath it, her legs quivered, as her orgasm tore through her body

In the short moment that stretched into infinity, Stacey felt at peace. She had experienced it previously, but not to that extent. She felt as if she was falling into the comfy mattress she was lying on, with Roxanne's delicate touch on one side, and Max's dominant grip on her waist from the other. She looked back and forth at her lovers, their faces torn with bliss as well, as they climaxed around her, their voices mixing with hers, and she couldn't help but smile the widest of grins.

She knew exactly what she felt, and though she was aware it was a spurt of the moment decision, possibly influenced by all the hormones that raged through her body, she was ready to say those three, meaningful words.

- Guys, I...! I love yo-

She muttered, just before something warm and gooey landed on her face and kept covering her breasts and stomach, spreading to Roxanne's body as well, as more of it rained at them.

- Yuck! Max! - they both cried in protest - S-Sorry - Max huffed, his hand around his cock - I-I had to pull out and I was aiming for Roxanne's back... - Can't blame you, Maxie - Roxanne replied, with an equally tired voice, as she rolled to her back - We've been tangled so much, you can't say where I begin and Stacey ends.

The girls giggled, and Stacey instinctively reached for her glasses, but Roxanne stopped her, bringing her face close to hers.

- Let me...

She gently lifted her glasses, and though her vision became slightly blurry, she didn't have to guess too hard what she was doing, especially with Max's gasp confirming that. One by one, Roxanne licked the globs of her boyfriend's seed, and once she was done, she reached to the nightstand for a piece of cloth. A few delicate moves later, she gently lowered her expertly cleaned glasses onto her face, and kissed her, letting their tongues mingle once more, this time carrying extra supply of saltiness and musk from Max's load.

But Roxanne's clean-up wasn't over; she ventured down, across her breasts and belly, scooping remaining trail of his creamy potency, giving Max a sultry look when she turned towards him. Next thing Stacey knew, she was kissing her again and sampling more of her boyfriend, and when she pulled back, a long strand of mixed cum and saliva lingered between their mouths before it broke down, marking their chins.

- See... this is why I wish I took my dad's camcorder with me. - Max huffed, marvelling at the erotic spectacle that unfurled before him. - Or at least a Polaroid... - Oh yeah, we would be able to see sooo much in the dark here - Stacey rolled her eyes, mocking him - With you rutting us, the image would be so crisp and clear. - Yeah, I think those moments can't be captured by picture... or even words... - Roxanne added, leaning against Stacey, readying for another kiss.

Max joined them a second later, sandwiching Stacey between them, making their shared lover pick and choose whom to kiss. And the answer was obvious, after turning her head back and forth as if she was watching a tabletop tennis match, she yanked them both on top of her, and their lips joined in an awkward, but satisfying three-way kiss, while their limbs tangled with each other again, making the three truly inseparable.

At least, until they had to go to the bathroom.

- You know - Stacey spoke, once each of them has visited the small bathroom for a quick scrubbing - We've been studying lots of ancient art, and like, on half of those old vases and amphoras you have drawings of people having sex, or at least being naked.

She took a sip of the juice Roxanne had brought her, as she continued her impromptu lecture.

- And you don't see them being ashamed of this, they were having that kind of nights like ours non-stop... They didn't have to worry about silly social norms we have... - Looks like these guys got it right. - Max murmured, sneaking a kiss around Stacey's breast. - Yeah, go ancient Greeks.

Roxanne added, pressing her lips against Stacey's, tasting the drink in her mouth.

- And don't worry, Stacey, as long as you are with us, you don't have to worry about those as well.

Their shared kisses grew in length and frequency, and soon, the three horny youngsters were doing it again. This time, it was Max, who chose a CD, and as the slightly more aggressive music filled their apartment, the girls knew the night had only just begun. Their apartment was soon filled with mixed sounds of the bed creaking and muffled moans of three lovers, whose bodies and souls merged together, just like in times when love was a bit more carefree.

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Stacey's breath was quickened when she finally remembered the entire night, frightened by how open she was about speaking her mind. She took one more look around the bedroom, and judging from the number of discarded condoms and open CD cases, they did not stop after the second one.

- Hey there.

A sudden voice interrupted Stacey's reminiscing, and when she turned to her left, she saw a blissful, charming smile on Roxanne's face, who evidently had been awake for quite some time.

- Slept well? - Y-yeah...

When Roxanne noticed a slight frown on her face, she sat up at once.

- Stacey, you don't- you don't regret it, don't you?

She hid her face in her hands, anxiously awaiting Stacey's response.

- No. - she replied, giving Roxanne a soft smile - It's just I never... I never thought that...

And before she could verbalise her thoughts, her lips were on Roxanne's again, sampling every single taste from the previous night.

- Oh, hey, I see you two are up and running.

Their blissful moment was interrupted by Max's cocky comment, and the girls giggled in unison at the slightly scruffier-looking Max.

- One question: was the last night a dream? Or did we really... - One way to find out...

Stacey crawled on Max's right side, while Roxanne approached him from the left, both watching as the poor young man looked back and forth at his naked lovers.

- I think - Roxanne suggested - it's time to thank the one that made us so happy last night.

The girls exchanged a frisky smile and turned their eyes towards Max, in an alluringly synchronised move, before they crawled towards his crotch.

- G-Girls - Max stuttered - I'm glad I could give you such pleasure, bu-but I don't know If I have it in m-me... - Don't undersell yourself, Maxie. You do.

Roxanne cut off his reply, cupping his balls, and taking the first lick at his cock, with Stacey following on the other side. They both weighted his balls, as if checking fruits in at the supermarket, and they turned in unison towards him.

- Yeah, there's still plenty of it inside. - Besides, you won't have to do anything. - Roxanne gently stroked his hips that worked so hard last night.

As he felt their joined breaths on his head, Max threw his head back and let the pleasure once more take over him. Roxanne and Stacey began their caresses as simple licks, but soon, as they got taste of Max's salty essence, their appetite grew, and before he knew it, the two were taking their turns: one of them took him down her throat, while the other licked the remaining part of his shaft as well as his testicles, fulfilling their childhood promise to share everything.

- Ro-Roxanne! Sta-Stacey!

Max howled in desperation, tugging the sheet he was clutching, while his girlfriends continued their salacious caresses. A quick exchange of looks later, they decided to end Max's suffering and change their tactics.

- Come on, Maxie... - Roxanne cooed - Let it go. - Yeah, we're hungry for some breakfast...

The sight of the two eager, opened mouths and tongues stuck out did it for Max: the girls became ready just a split of second before Max roared and fired a surprisingly hefty and thick stream of his seed between their ravenous lips. With his head thrown back, he couldn't initially see it, but he sure as heck felt it, when Roxanne and Stacey moved him back and forth, trying to redistribute the protein drink that slowly filled their mouths with fresh batches of the same taste and smell they remembered from last night.

Max rose up only when he felt he familiar feeling of their lips on his delicate head, now accompanied by smacking and slurping sounds, and sure enough, when he looked up, Stacey and Roxanne's lips were pressed against each other and around his cock, in a deeply erotic kiss that was meant to catch the last few droplets of his essence, as well as exchange those in their mouths already.

Roxanne cleaned her lips from last remaining globs of the cum, and just as she was about to say something to Max, both him and Stacey grabbed her arms and pushed her to the same place Max lay just a moment ago.

- And we - Max and Stacey said almost at the same time - We should thank the one, who orchestrated the whole thing.

Roxanne shrieked when their lovers pinned her to the bed, their mouths already on her. The sight of both of them between her legs made her lose breath in her lungs in anticipation.

- Lick here... - Stacey instructed, making her tongue caress a symmetrical spot on her side of Roxanne's pussy. - Hey, I know how to do it. - Max argued - I've done it a few times... - Yeah, right. - Stacey barked back - But when it comes to delicate things, a girl always knows better, so you copy my moves.

And with that, two mouths took care of her lips, sucking, licking and nibbling at her delicate skin. Max and Stacey made sure to keep her thrashing legs under control, as they continued their morning caresses, and switched places. Max was given her entire love hole, while Stacey concentrated on her clit.

With not one, but two lovers caressing her, it was not a surprise that Roxanne's legs soon began shaking, and as they were both raised above Max and Stacey's heads, she could see how big an effect hey had on her. Roxanne arched her body and wailed, when her climax hit her, covering Stacey's and Max's faces with more of her juices.

And now she knew exactly how Max felt a while ago when she and Stacey exchanged their heated cum-swapping kiss, as the very similar sounds were coming from between her legs too. Max's lips shone from the liquid heat she coated him with, and a moment later the same glimmer was on Stacey's face, as the two kissed, leaving a long translucent rope between their mouths when they parted.

- Well, only one side of the triangle is left.

Max announced, and before Stacey could understand, she became the object of worship of her two friends. This time, the two lovers shared their work: Roxanne caressed her breasts, sucking on her puffy nipples, while Max used the very same techniques she taught him a moment ago to bring her pleasure.

Roxanne alternated between her breasts, ultimately moving to her hungry mouth for more kisses, while Max added a finger or two to his repertoire, which resulted in Stacey's leg jittering as he slid them inside her sex. Heated by the two previous climaxes of her lovers, it came as no surprise that Stacey achieved her peak in just a few minutes' time, surrounded by two people that have given her more love than she could ever imagine.

Stacey cried out their names, and arched their back as her body became limp from the amount of raw sexual energy radiating through her. But she was soon joined by two equally tired lovers, cuddling against her and exchanging kisses.

A few moments later, nature and common sense called them each to the bathroom again, and only when Stacey came out from the shower, with Roxanne's spare blanket tied around her body, she began thinking clearly, and could verbalise her thoughts properly.

- Guys, t-thanks... - Stacey stuttered - No, really, that was... that was indescribable. Like, completely mental, but in a good way! I am SO glad I came to you, you know, Gill was going to throw some party, and I would feel so miserable there and-

Stacey suddenly gasped and sat up between her lovers, looking frantically for her clothes.

- What? What's wrong? - Roxanne asked, helping her out of her way. - Gill! - Stacey babbled, watching as her lovers share a confused look - My room-mate! I-I-I told her I was gonna be back for the night, and-and now she's probably worried sick!

With some difficulties, Stacey gathered all of her clothes and dumped them in one place.

- Guys, can I use your phone? I gotta make sure she knows I'm alright... - Yeah, sure, no worries. - Roxanne smiled.

One frantic phone call later, Stacey reassured her worried roommate she was safe and sound, and from what Max and Roxanne could overhear, a car was going to pick her up soon. With a quarter of an hour to spare, Stacey could catch a breather and get dressed, and even found time to eat a toast, while the three continued thanking each other for the night full of pleasures.

- No, I... I should thank *you*, guys. - Stacey looked back and forth at her two lovers, when she finished - I... I never thought I'd spend a night like this in my life.

And before either of them could react, Stacey threw her arms around Roxanne's neck, their lips joining again in a quick, but fierce kiss, while their hands roamed each other's backs.

- Thanks, Roxie, it was like us finding out another cool artist to listen to, or a new book, or shops... except, you know, slightly raunchier. - Just slightly... - Roxanne raised her brow, before they both erupted into laughter.

Stacey turned to her left and reached for Max's lips, while his hands automatically moved to her waist. And this time, she didn't hesitate, knowing well she has, and always had Roxanne's full blessing.

- And thank you, Maxie...

She didn't give Max time to react, as she sneaked her hand into his crotch and gave him just a soft squeeze, which resulted in a small "Hyuck" escaping from his mouth, just before her lips were pressed to his.

- I now know why Roxanne is calling you her horny puppy. - she threw a knowing look at her friend - One day you're going to pump her full of your puppies... - Stacey! - Max and Roxanne protested, her hiding her blush behind a strand of her hair she was toying with. - What? We've used like bazillion condoms and he still had something in him for the morning... - she licked her lips - You two will have no problems with that...

Max let out another embarrassing yelp when Stacey smacked him on his ass. While the two still recovered from Stacey's prolonged goodbye, Stacey took her purse and stepped towards the doorway, straightening her dress. Somewhere outside, a car honked, prompting Stacey to speed up.

- Thank you guys. I'm feeling better now. - If you ever need a... - Roxanne looked quickly at Max - ...a bit of break... of any form... - she blushed - Feel free to give us a call. - We'll be there for you. - Max closed his arm around Roxanne, bringing her to him.

The car outside honked again, and with that, Stacey waved them one more goodbye, before she ran downstairs.

- Well, that happened...

Max sighed, taking a look at their bed that just a few minutes ago bore the last remaining signs of their last night's unforgettable threesome.

- Yeah... They don't tell you this is what college may be like, right? - They tell you, but you assume it's a lie, and you take it with a tablespoon of salt...

Roxanne let out a small yelp when Max sneaked his arms around her waist and brought her face against his, where she was greeted by a wide, cocky grin.

- Out of curiosity, are there any other female friends of yours that have recently been dumped? Because I'd be glad to help them, free of charge... - Wasn't that enough for you, mister? - Roxanne chuckled, while Max tightened his hug - I would like to remind you that you still haven't opened your books for that test on Monday, so you're not gonna get anything until you ace it. - Not even a goodnight kiss? - Max raised his brow, bringing his face close to hers. - Well, maybe those...

Roxanne closed her eyes and threw her arms behind his neck, feeling his warm body pressed against hers, and she nearly wanted to jump out of her clothes again. And just as they were about to kiss, their doorbell rang, breaking the couple's moment of peace. Max and Roxanne exchanged nervous looks before it rang again, with slight impatience.

- You think it's mister Stevenson?

Roxanne shrugged, straightened her clothes, and biting her lips she opened the door, hoping their landlord was not behind them. And indeed, it was not. From behind the stack of books and a potted plant, a familiar face appeared, with a shy smile only Stacey could muster. And only when she looked down, Max and Roxanne noticed a huge, hastily-packed suitcase next to her that gave them some idea of what just happened.

- So... the thing is... - Stacey began explaining, still standing in the doorway - Gill had this party, and it, it was a bit too rowdy, and I think someone destroyed the toilet, actually, two with the one in the apartment underneath, so... long story short they threw us out. So, until we find a new place, do you guys mind if I- - No, no we don't. - Roxanne smiled and took the stack of her loose items from her - And you're not gonna sleep on the couch... U-Unless you want to, of course.

Stacey chuckled and with some relief returned an equally wide smile at her best friend and her boyfriend, who already had his hands on her suitcase, bringing her stuff in.

- Nah, I think last night proved we can all work together...

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Just as they feared, despite knowing the dates, the exam session arrived much faster than they expected, dragging all three of the students into days and nights of revisions, giving their newly found love combination a chance to blossom only occasionally.

But when it did, it was unlike anything they've felt, and with each session, regardless of its length, the three were discovering and falling in love with each other anew, to the point when they were pretty sure they went through their entire CD collection, and had to find some new music for their love-making.

Before they knew it, the finals were over, and the three were parading on the campus's courtyard with ice-creams in their hands, soothing them from the heat of the incoming summer break.

- So, what now, guys? Are we gonna date back in Spoonerville? - You know we'd be the gossip of the town. - Stacey groaned. - I still haven't exactly told my parents what happened... - Actually... - Roxanne started - You know, now that I've got the money from the scholarship, I've been thinking of something...

She stood up, stepped in front of them, and with a giddy smile she spoke her mind.

- How about a road trip? Like, for two weeks or so. Max has the car now, and he's been dying to take it on a longer journey. - But where? - Max asked - Wherever! That's the point of a road trip, isn't it? To find new places, to find new people, to find...

She looked at Stacey and noticed the same gleam in her eye that soon appeared in Max's as well.

- ...ourselves.

Without sharing a single word, the three came closer to each other, and moved their lips together, for an awkward, but nonetheless effective, three-way kiss for the first time in a public place that resulted in just a single gasp from one of the passing students.

- And we'll be saving up on motels, since we will need only one bed. - Max!

#Maxanncey #maxanne #max x roxanne #max goof #roxanne #nautiscaraderfics #lemon #max/roxanne/stacey

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myloveforhergoeson · 1 year ago

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ash!! hi! like you mentioned in the last ask, what is your fave roxy relationship to write? i personally love how you write her with jo & camille and every time all 3 are together i just !!!! (cant wait for the jo leaving episode where kendall & roxy cry on the couch together lol)

(also like take as much time as you need with the next chapter, youve been churning out 10k+ chapters weekly for so many weeks in a row (plus all the side stories!!!) so like indulge in the percy jackson au if you want to!!!)

eee hi!!

you took the words right out of my mouth - i love writing roxy, camille, and jo together!! i used to have a very similar friendship dynamic as they do when i was younger, so i find myself drawing inspiration from there and overall, just knowing that three girls in los angeles are getting along with each other, being there for one another, not competing for roles or boys or anything like that, and lifting each other up is so comforting to me. shows from the btr era loved to pit girls against each other and i simply will not be standing for that... much...

(the jo leaving episode is rlly gonna kill me)

aside from that, i really love the scenes between roxy and logan! they were instant besties - he's the reason she's even involved with big time rush in the first place - and i think they compliment each other really well. they're quite similar too, i think. each have tendencies to get a bit over emotional, so they know how to calm the other one down and after being tour buddies all of summer they're pretty close. they know one another's habits pretty well now! oh, and they both love camille heheh.

of course i'd be remiss if i didn't include roxy-james on this list but tbh im not very happy with where they are right now. i've kind of dug them in a hole and pushed them both in... plus i feel like they're acting kind of uncharacteristically and i can't do much about it because of where i know they need to be... ugh! slow burns! so yeah the rames golden era is chapters 1-14ish and i've been chasing that high ever since...

(and thank you!! you are so kind 🥺 hopefully i don't shoot myself in the foot by saying im planning on having 21 up sometime tomorrow... i'm immediately going to get on the pjo au after that though it's really been living in my mind rent free :) )

but what do yall think?? favorite character combos and interactions?? characters we need to see together more??? let me know :)) thanks for all the love and support on tasw <3

#thats all she wrote fic #ash talks tasw #its always fun to know what everyone thinks so thank you for sharing!!

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laurasauras · 5 years ago

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What do you think Homestuck believes in?

g, i love you, your interest in me infodumping is honestly such a delight. i can sometimes feel like i’m talking way too much, but you always make me feel special, it’s lovely!

this is long, so i’m going to use a cut. i’m so sorry, mobile users. blame tumblr. tl;dr? i think homestuck believes in love, hope, and fighting even when the stakes seem insurmountable.

so there’s a lot of like “core themes” in homestuck, but “what homestuck believes in” is such a lovely and specific way to phrase it, so i’m gonna go with what i think the most important ones are.

firstly: love. and more specifically, all love.

look, there are romantic parts of homestuck. and they’re often show-stopping.

(also homestuck does visual callbacks very well, there’s a reason that these two scenes are composed the same way.)

but the core of the story is these four kids, all of them starting from a state of isolation. they don't have "real friends", they feel disconnected from their guardians, they feel disconnected from everyone in the world they walk around in, but they go online and they have each other. and they're constantly joking and making fun of each other, but they're also checking in almost every time they achieve something, as if grounding their friends in their real life.

the story keeps progressing and getting more and more complicated, but it can never quite overshadow the beauty of the pesterlog conversations between friends.

i think that's a large part of what the audience of homestuck connects with—that feeling of connection online and the support that the characters give each other.

i also think that a lot of the time, the friendships and familial relationships in homestuck were given the same—if not more—importance as the romantic relationships, which is fucking uncommon to see in media! almost every character has to come to terms with how their upbringing shaped them, and you know what? that's the same of almost every person.

the conversation between dirk and dave before the final battle is one of the most important and touching moments of the whole story! two of the characters most concerned with their adherence to masculinity and appearing Too Cool For Emotions talk about their feelings and trauma before hugging it out. and it doesn't further the plot, it isn't part of the hero's romantic arc, but it's vital.

the second big thing i think homestuck believes in is the importance of doing what is right. in being a hero.

homestuck positions john and his friends as the main characters selected by the universe to play sburb and literally ascends them to god status.

they're empowered by destiny! they're going to beat the game, conquer the worst villain ever and bring humanity and trollkind back from extinction AND their new world isn't going to be under the tyranny of a genocidal fish alien!

but that empowerment is also a disempowerment.

look at how frequently dave falls into the reluctant hero trope. fate fucking kicks them around. when they are so destined to do all that stuff, can they really be said to have free will? and when they do seem to make a wrong choice in relation to their destiny, it's either something that furthers the plot OR it creates a doomed timeline and they're usually killed horribly.

and it's a story that is constantly reminding us that it's a story! you can definitely lose yourself in homestuck, you can zone into it and accept the rules and just read it as if it's a reasonable reality, but i don't think it was ever written that way, or when it is, i think that that's a result of hussie accidentally getting into the story as well!

like okay, we start off with this:

that's fucking bonkers. he's 13 and he doesn't have a name? but of course it's bullshit, it’s just a cool homestuck thing. because we never get a conversation that goes:

TG: so the big 13

TG: you get a name yet

EB: yup! let me formally introduce myself as john!

TG: i give that name 4/5 hats

no, dave just immediately calls john by his name. and likewise, until we're introduced to the other characters and learn their names, they're referred to by their handle abbreviations, but the second they're introduced it's first name basis time. because it's a story and our perception is what matters most.

then we have the ridiculous intermission, that starts out as what dave sees when he goes to mspa.com and which resembles problem sleuth enough that i almost thought it was just that, but then seemed to be an entirely new adventure, and then became a pretty vital subplot!

and then we have the author literally climbing into the story and we watch him type it. Don't Forget This Is All Written By Me!

the website changes format, there are the meta jokes, there's the way that caliborn raises the same complaints to hussie about the story being too long and confusing that some members of the fandom were. there's the way that pantskat happened! or they drastic changes in artstyle, often because someone else was drawing a panel!

so like, we've got these characters who seem to have goals that they've developed of their own volition and who seem to have their own ways of going about achieving them, who at times even act contrarily to how hussie says he wants them to act (remember how he attempted to propose to/revive vriska and how both she and caliborn at different times type into the narrative prompt "instead of" hussie) but of course ultimately! he wrote every word!

they don't have free will, they don't even exist! but on a different level, which any writer can understand, once you as an author have established a character, you trap yourself into writing them consistently, which can mean that while something might be best for the plot, the character metaphorically crosses their arms in your head and goes "i would literally never do that."

some characters of homestuck become aware that they are and we know they are, but most of them don't think that, they think that they're just living the life they have.

how the fuck are his characters supposed to go about their days when their author finds it funny to block their path with a giant bust of snoop dogg? and when they work for pages and pages and pages to get around whatever asinine thing andrew fucking hussie (or worse! his fans!) has come up with, there's another obstacle and maybe there's not even a point anyway!

how do you not just dismiss it as something like "hes just being weird/an asshole/etc”?

yeah, look, he might just be having a laugh. but so to might god.

sometimes you're walking along and something really stupid happens and it makes you for a second want to believe in god so that you can stare at the sky and say "really." :|

think about why detective stories are so popular. they give the illusion that if you're clever enough, if you collect the right data and link it together, you can trace back exactly what happened and solve impossible riddles and make sense of the world. you meet a man who has dust on his knees and you can deduce that he's been sneaking down to the basement of the shop he works at to tunnel into the bank next door. there's nothing magic about it, watson, it's just good detective work.

and we neeeeed that lie! but you know how it works in the real world? in the real world, police are baffled at a crime scene until a decade later someone discovers the fingerprints belonged to a fucking KOALA! that's more ridiculous than a snoop dogg bust in a hallway, or most of the other things hussie has written.

i think like that's a huge message behind the epilogues too, because john figures out he's in a story in candy and everything feels pointless.

but if that's the world he lives in, that's the world he fucking lives in. there's nothing pointless about living.

and i think that clicks for him towards the end when he talks to roxy and then rose. rose actually thanks him for choosing a path that allowed her to have the life she had, because she loves her wife and daughter. like it's insane, but she's happy, that's the life she lived and she doesn't want a more sensible one.

so what happens to us when we get that feeling like the world is pointless?

(which is A Major Fucking Side Effect Of Depression BTW and i still stand by my interpretation that ALL of john's shit can be put down to his depression, which is what makes it interesting)

for a generation with fucking terrifying levels of mental illness, when we start feeling like the world is too crazy and the odds are too high, and there's fucking war happening and our friends aren't even guaranteed to be on our side?

we just fucking fight anyway.

because we live in the world we live in and we just have to be grateful that we are who we are because of that.

every character in homestuck chooses this, again and again, so i have to read that as hopeful. alpha dave and rose knowing who hic is and that their kids are so far away? still gonna fucking fight and fight LOUDLY even though they know it won't change things. (on top of the fucking white house, in case the political allegory was too subtle lmao.)

there are so many messages in homestuck and honestly i feel like i’ve barely scraped the surface of them. but what does homestuck believe in? i feel that in my heart. homestuck believes in love and in doing what is right, even when it’s hard to figure out what right is, even when you might not make a difference.

homestuck is good, actually.

#long post #homestuck #my post

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northern-angel · 5 years ago

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Pleasant Household round 1

Daniel Pleasant

Aspiration: Romance/Popularity

LTW: Become Hall of Famer

Job: Assistant Coach (Athletic Level 8)

OTH: Sports (discovered this round)

ACR Preference: Straight

3 Bolts with Nina Caliente, 2 Bolts with Roxie Sharpe, Kaylynn Langerek and Mary-Sue Pleasant, 1 Bolts with Coral Oldie.

Mary-Sue Pleasant

Aspiration: Fortune/Popularity

LTW: Become Mayor

Job: Lobbyist (Politics level 3)

OTH: Arts and Crafts

ACR Preference: Straight

2 Bolts with Daniel Pleasant

Angela Pleasant

Aspiration: Popularity/???

LTW: Become Hand of Poseidon

Job: Waterperson (Athletic Teen Level 1)

OTH: Nature

ACR Preference: Straight

1 Bolts with Dustin Broke

Lilith Pleasant

Aspiration: Popularity/???

LTW: Become Game Designer

Job: Record Store Clerk (Music Teen Level 1)

OTH: Culinary

ACR Preference: Bisexual

1 Bolt with Dirk Dreamer

We start our round with Lilith attempting to bond with her mother and sister. perhaps she should have picked a more interesting topic?

Meanwhile Daniel gets fit in the bathroom and he feel very good about it.

Everyone heads off to work and school and Daniel gets a chance card. I never remember the ‘correct’ answer to these so I guessed.

And guessed correctly!

Daniel is one step closer to his LTW.

He stalls for time (or possibly starts skilling for the next rung up I can’t remember)

Whilst Kaylynn finishes up the last of her cleaning duties.

First some conversation, it doesn’t pay to move too fast.

Of course if you don’t move fast enough you may be interupted by your teen daughters. Poor Lilith is not doing so well at school.

Angela is keeping an eagle eye on dear old dad, he better just be talking to their maid.

A furtive goodbye in the back garden (right in front of the windows though)

Lilith heads off to work.

Whilst A|ngela gets to watch TV and chill.

Mary-Sue returns home and has a soak before making a start of dinner.

Alas she really doesn’t have the cooking skill points to be the family’s main cook. Still I don’t think Daniel needs to draw attention to that so publicly. Angela thinks her dad goes too far.

Mary-Sue wanted a car, so she got one.

Daniel discovers his oh-so-surprising One True Hobby. I mean it’s not like he’s dedicated his whole life to it or something...

Angela can’t concentrate on her homework, not when she has just so much hatred in her heart.

Daniel works on some skill or other. I really don’t remember.

Whilst Mary-Sue pursues her passion.

Lilith returns from work and works on her needed creatitivity skill point.

Mary-Sue makes a plate.

And Angela works on her body skill. I wonder whose face she’s imagining on that bag...

Homework is hard, especially when you attempt to do it in the dark.

Things can’t be so badly wrong in the house, can they?

The next morning, Daniel is stricken with guilt. What’s he doing? He has a good life, does he really want to throw it away?

This was mostly taken to show off Angela’s room.

At least Lilith likes herself.

Once again cooking falls on the skill point less Mary-Sue.

I suspect they are thinking very different things about Angela.

Lilith does not want to do whatever I’ve just directed her to do.

There are no words for how perfect this photo is.

Once again Daniel gets a chance card are work, this time a hobby related one. Once again I guess...

And I guess right! Daniel becomes a Hall of Famer and fulfills his LTW.

Lilth earns a cooking skill point and looks thrilled about it.

And then she gets a hobby related chance card at work. I guess...

And alas for Lilth my luck doesn’t hold.

Daniel takes a victory lap of the pool.

Whilst Lilith brings home a promotion to Piano Tuner.

And a friend in David Ottomas.

Mary-Sue is almost rudely interuppted byt the Arts and Crafts Hobby Master but she Ta-Das until he wanders off.

Lilith sees like minded Miranda Capp wander by and greets her. The two of them hit it off quickly.

Which leaves David loitering creepily.

Completley out of nowhere Angela had rolled the want to study couples counselling. She had finished her studies and Daniel looks pretty happy about it. Using your children as pawns in your crappy marriage is wrong Daniel!

Lilith made another friend that night, his name was Max. And he is totally the kind of dog she’d bring home to fuck with her parents.

He knows quite a few tricks, which endears him to both Lilith and myself.

I love the Play Dead animation so much!

Lilith was also a fan, they made it to friend before Max wandered off. Hopefully he’ll come back next round.

The next morning Mary-Sue gained her Bronze Badge in Pottery.

And she immeadiately made a tea set for her kitchen.

Angela made a start on leveling up her hobby.

Whilst Mary-Sue gave me and Daniel a mild panic when she attempted to have a Bandaid baby. Fortunately this attempt was unsuccessful.

I sent the girls off to 290 Main Street for electronics. Lilith was most taken with the human statue.

They both bought a Sims-based game, The Urbz for Lilith and MySims for Angela.

And then the rarely sighed Phoebe Adams showed up.

I sent Lilith out to meet her.

Whilst Angela played with every animal in the pet shop.

Ah the ancient and mystical practice of kickeybag, surely an excellent way to determine if Lilith is to follow the Path of Light.

But what’s this, another witch has come to steal Phoebe’s potential apprentice.

Frances doesn’t think Lilith should be talking to that Light-loving loser.

Frances: Do you really want your power constrained by all those pointless morals?

I’m not sure what Angela did to that townie, but he sure didn’t like her. Maybe it’s Alternative Lifestyle Follower solidarity?

Once again with the kickey bag. Lilith left the lot with about the same amount of relationship points with both Grand Witches. I guess we’ll see who she goes for next round.

Back at home, Mary-Sue is still hard at work with the pottery. This time with Vases.

Angela’s little seedlings are doing well.

And Daniel learns Physiology, after all it’s important he stays in the best shape of his life.

He’s got a date with Kaylynn at The Blue Llama after all.

I have never seen a Sim read while walking, how cool is that?

That club is sure happening...

They move on to the hot tub.

Where the inevitable happens. It’s a really good thing TS2 doesn’t have Paparazzi otherwise Dan would surely have been caught out big style.

Their date ends with a wonderful score, so I will expect the Dream Date bouquet to be delivered next round.

We finish our time with the Pleasant’s with Daniel pouring over Simblr for fitness tips.

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theorynexus · 5 years ago

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Proceeding logically, we now go to 71.

As I lay sleeping in the night, a thought occurred to me: it seems much more likely that it will be our Calliope who reigns over the Candy timeline than Alt!Calliope. This is primarily because of the fact that Alt!Calliope had their fingerprints all over the mainstream of Homestuck, but also because of they suggest that the only reason they interfere with the Meat timeline is because of Dirk’s tyranny. If in fact the Candy timeline is, as a baseline, a Cherubic paradise, as was implied, then this would give Alt!Calliope no real specific reason to have inserted themselves into it in the first place (albeit the logic of that statement is a bit complicated and tenuous). Furthermore, this becomes likelier because Dirk suggests Calliope was acting particularly grim because she knew that John Egbert would be sacrificing himself in the Meat timeline; thus, (given the reasonable suggestion that Calliope’s will for John to survive could potentially either be responsible for the split in the timelines or possibly for her theoretical control of one of them) and particularly considering both the necessity of the defeat of Lord English and the suggestion on Dirk’s part that the fandom would be debating the legitimacy of the Candy Timeline (whether it “counts” as living, or something like that), it makes some sense that the supposedly more “fan fiction-y” and sweet/saccharine timeline might be one which our Calliope is responsible for. If this is the case, erm... well, I may not be able to post everything that comes up in the future, there. Given Roxy’s description of how Calliope freaked out and started drawing pictures, later on, well... I am reminded of the stated nudity that is involved in some of said pictures, and obviously Tumblr will not allow for the posting of pornography; thus, I will either have to be using cropped images or merely (obliquely) describing what is happening on those panels, should that eventuality come to pass. On a different note: Maybe Troll Obama Karkat will actually succeed in his election attempt, this time around! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This strongly (and most disturbingly) reminds me of the heavy “convincing” that Dirk performed as his second to last resort, when he wasn’t giving characters direct orders. I do very much hope that if this is indeed our Calliope’s work, they don’t subvert the free will of the inhabitants of her timeline very often. I would be very, very disappointed in them. >:

Well, well... this is certainly quite interesting. It could be either interpreted as him believing that his decision doesn’t matter, either way, or, given his contempt for the leaf and his toss of it away, his rejection of that sort of bounded, directional choice; thus his embrace of free will, despite the previously apparent pre-determined pathways Paradox Space would allow for in order to ensure the single direction it had in mind (away from the stem) was carried out. A most interesting metaphor, indeed. As for the sky: It is VERY interesting that John doesn’t react with disgust toward the sky, given his stated belief that it was over-saturated and painful in comparison to his former home’s own sky, when he returned with all of the Kids for their “first big meet-up,” from their perspective. Perhaps it was only the jostling of his memories that actually seeing that Earth’s sky again allowed in the first place that made him feel, in retrospect, that the one in the world they created felt “wrong.” Or maybe “that blue” is meant to suggest the same reaction and a desire to embrace it, rather than reject it as the other version of him had. It’s a bit of a shame that it’s not elaborated upon. Oh, by the way, there were certain things that the Meat Timeline didn’t address which will indeed be very important for Paradox Space’s great progression, and which this timeline could fulfill, so I guess that that could further ensure that this timeline has an important reason/justification for being. Chief among them is ensuring that the Calliope/Alt!Calliope split happens in the first place. Given the fact that the Retconned Alpha Kids’ session could not have produced a new universe, let alone one with trolls and earth in it, so the previously speculated split in the world’s timelines as a result of the shenanigans John ensured could not actually work out. Instead, it will have to be the Meat/Candy split that functions to ensure this split possibility (with Alt!Calliope actually coming from the Meat world, which will not have anyone to greet the Cherubs, but will still have the Meteor available to eventually have them start the Game, I think; whereas the Candy timeline will have normal Calliope’s emergence, and Gamzee). I actually thought about this in the 3 day period where I could not post because my account had been terminated by Tumblr, much to my chagrin, but... to even greater chagrin, I am reporting this to you now because I unfortunately saw a flash of “It’s time to release the bard from his prison,” or something like that, and now I have to admit it to you all because, despite the fact that it makes my actual development of the idea on my own more questionable and the revelation weaker in general, I cannot help but be honest with you and leave judgment in the matter up to your judicious hands, rather than trying to bury the matter. Darn self-spoiling nonsense... . >.<

Hmm. This is a very interesting moment. Particularly in light of the narrator’s way of describing things, including the surprise involved, here. It’s got me quite questioning whether Calliope is actually in charge of the narration as of the current moment. The way that things are being worded at the moment sounds like the person involved doesn’t know about the gender concerns of Calliope or Roxy, as of now. Furthermore, their halting, uncertain way of narrating it very much reminds me of Dave. I am in no way certain of this assessment, however, especially considering Dave has indeed been in contact with Roxy and Calliope and should have known about their identity concerns for some time. Hmmm. It’s possible, of course, that they haven’t really reached that point in their personal development, but I would guess this isn’t the case. The plot thickens.

I’m quite sure that this matter will be figured out momentarily. This may very well be the moment that actually starts the John/Roxy relationship in the first place: the moment of affection resulting from the fact that Roxy knew John was likely going to die on this mission could make her feel confident enough to suggest they enter into such a relationship, in fact. Or it could just be one step among many. Guess there’s no point in speculation.

At least for a while, yes. Yes, it shall be awesome. As for that... John, did you really think of them as anything less than family to begin with? I mean, you knew that they quite literally were, as far as the Kids are concerned, ever since you Ectobiologized them! And the trolls have quite seriously been grafted into that family at that point, don’t you think? But regardless of these silly little revelations that a depressed person might legitimately suddenly have, even if he should already know these things...

That is an interesting thing to say, Calliope. Well, two interesting things. The equivocation fading obviously refers to the fact that, for the most part, their depth of connection to the canon will be fading in the near future, despite the fact that the actions in this timeline will heavily influence and directly lead to certain necessary canonical outcomes (specifically, the rise of Caliborn, and through him, Lord English). The other interesting matter is those plans. That Calliope has interesting plans which she wishes to impose upon John is most interesting, indeed, and makes a great bundle of question marks (uncertainty noodles, were they called?) pop up over my head.

My guess is that this will specifically be the version of Gamzee seen in Collide? At the very least, that would make sense, given the way his fate was mysteriously glossed over in the flash. Maybe he didn’t get sucked into the black hole as so many were speculating.

I fricking love the way this is describing her. So cute. <3

This is also incredibly cute, and I adore the contrast between Calliope’s enthusiasm and semi-innocence and John’s skepticism and disdain. It makes for a very rich tapestry to devour.

Hah. Void is blocking his interpretation of Roxy’s thoughts, even now, I think. I think that’s what this means, at least. I am indeed quite curious about whether this impenetrability will persist in this timeline, generally, though.

Yes, levitas does generally make one feel more whimsical and act less grave. I wonder if this suggests John is more in-touch with Breath, in this timeline. (I wonder if his binding to the fate of Paradox Space [and perhaps his wonderful dice hammer in particular] was what made it impossible for him to flee out of Lord English’s mouth like the Breeze whistling through his teeth. LE does have ridiculous super speed, but Davepeta was able to interject their claws to [partially] protect John in time, at least. Hmmmm. ... I wonder if we’ll be able to see Jasprosespritesprite in this timeline, some time. )

Do:

#Homestuck Spoilers #Homestuck Epilogue #Homestuck Liveblog #Candy Epilogue #Cherubs

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abthepoet · 5 years ago

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All my friends are dead.

Something strange is trending in my life.

All my friends die.

At the beginning of my sophmore year in college, my roommate from freshman year died tragically in a single vehicle car crash. Her name was Allison Lynam. We called her Blake. She was sassy and funny and I wish I would've taken more time to know her.

The rain was torrential the night she died. I swear I've never seen it rain that hard ever again in my life. She drove to the store along Highway 36 in Long Branch,NJ. She had off campus housing that year and had to use the highway often. The road was terribly flooded the night she died. Im told she hydroplaned, spun, and T-boned the driver side smack into an electrical pole. Her family still decorates it.

At that very same moment, in my dorm room nearby, I was watching TV when the lights suddenly flickered and dimmed. A brown out.

I had no idea but that was my friend crashing into a pole and dying. She was 19 years old.

I know this because that accident happened near the mall. That accident killed the power to nearby businesses.

I later found out that the road she died on was so badly flooded, the police intended to close it. Why they didnt get to it in time, I'll never know. Maybe that's fate.

Then there was Jessica Blain. Jessica Blain was a firecracker of a human being. She was 100% unmistakable. One of the loudest, funniest, most loyal people and friends I have ever met. She was also an incredibly gifted singer and I was lucky enough to have Chorus with her. We, along with a small group of friends, founded a new greek organization on our campus, Alpha Xi Delta. We were paired up as Twins. (you can't have Bigs & Littles when you're just starting the Family Tree). We named the family we formed Fuck Up Your Shit. Because that's what we'd do for a friend. I miss her laugh most of all. It was loud and unapologetic. She was there for me, supportive, and encouraging without me ever having to ask. The night I officially finished college we all went out to the local gay club, The Colosseum. I got wasted, of course. But Jess was the person who when I shouted 'I have to pee' on the ride home, she stopped and knocked on strangers doors and asked to let me use their bathrooms. Nobody said yes so she held my hand while I peed on a fence instead. I remember the last time we spoke. She was at a concert with a mutual friend. We hadn't spoken much since I graduated, she was still in school.

She died in her dorm room bed on Halloween as a result of asphyxiation during an epileptic seizure. She was 20 years old. The news was broken to me that very same Halloween night as I floated along in NY on a concert cruise. The World/Inferno Friendship Society decided to host Hallowmas, their annual event, on a boat this year. Nothing like being trapped on a musical boat while you grieve. I had messaged her AIM late that night to say hi. She had an away message up. I may have sent a message to a dead person. I miss her friendship more than I realize sometimes.

That brings us to James Padden. James was a warm, snuggly bear of a guy who always tried to do the right thing and let me steal his hoodies. He insantly became my best friend in a Stepbrothers-esque manner. I met James working overnights at Wawa in Leonardo, NJ. I forget how it started now, but we were standing in front of the deli and I think I tossed him a broom or he already had one. . . I cant remember now.. . . but he just took one look at me with that mischievous little twinkle that I quickly returned and we instantly began sword fighting with our brooms. Like two little boys playing pretend and having a ball. He was sweet and silly and kind. I needed a ride, and he loved to drive. Our first winter as friends, we went out doing donuts in the snow. I barely knew him, but I felt safe. We smoked a ton of weed and had so many adventures trying to procure more. One time, we got so high driving to a Dropkick Murphys concert in NY we kept going in circles, missed almost the entire show save for the last 3-5 numbers, and had a blast. I can barely remember the night, but I remember laughing hard in that car. No one could talk to me like James. We were both insecure being chubby kids and adults, but so charismatic and grandiose that I sometimes thought we were the only two who would put up with listening to each others wild ideas and ridiculous banter. We would smoke joints and take adderall and talk about everything and anything. I miss the safety and closeness I felt with him. We were always 100% platonic, but we could nap together, I could walk into his house and jump on him in bed and wake him up. Then we would cook ourselves a breakfast feast and hit the beach. He taught me to always take the back roads. I gave him advice on the ladies. He taught me about fixing cars. I helped shave his back. He called his new pick up truck, a pick'um up truck. We could wax philosophical all damn day and not get sick of each other.

It wasnt just driving he loved, it was going fast. Like so many young white men, he had tendency to be a little reckless. The universe gave him a pass only so many times.

I'll never forget when he got his motorcycle. It was the last time I saw him. It was a bright green crotch rocket. He loved lime green. I was doing yoga in the living room when I heard this obnoxious engine rev down my street. I asked myself, who the hell is making this noise?! And it was James, grinning from ear to ear with a matching helmet on his shiny new toy.

before he left I said, 'you die on that thing, I'll bring you back to life and kill you." I remember giving him this very long and intentional hug and not knowing why I felt compelled to hang on.

When he left and hopped back on the bike, I felt compelled again and took a video of him riding away from my driveway until he was entirely out of sight.

That's my very last memory of him alive. James Padden died on Thanksgiving five days after his 25th birthday. He went out for a joyride on his bike before dinner, opened up to 100mph around a curve where he couldn't see a car pulling out around the bend in time. They called a medevac, but he died on scene. I loved James dearly and I regret drifting apart after we both left Wawa and I started a new relationship. He had stuff too, but in hindsight it never seems important.

Then there's JB. I will always remember JB for his kindness and generosity. The very first time I finally worked up the nerve to go to a poetry slam, I was alone and terrified. I had no idea what to expect. JB was the very first person to turn around, introduce himself, and welcome me. He made me feel like I belonged. Years later, when I won the title of Grand Slam Champion, he immediately offered to help coach me for national competition. Except, I didn't see the messages and left them unanswered, which I deeply regret. When I started hosting my own open mic a few years after that, JB would be one of the only people to consistently come support the show both as an audience member and participant. It was at a pizza joint and he would sometimes buy me food when I had no money. He wrote beautiful poems about his two young daughters and how much they inspired him. JB always tried to make people laugh but you could tell he carried a sadness. I did not get details, but from what I have gathered he made a choice to end his life. I wish I would have gotten closer to him and appreciated him more as a friend and person. I wonder if he felt no one cared about him and I feel like I should've let him know more.

Which brings us to Crys. Crystopher Anthony Diaz was a Scorpio with a big heart and a big personality. I met him on Myspace back in the day and started Web camming. We became friends and eventually fell into this gray area of friends, together, but not. It wasn't long before I was spending days at his place, killing hours at a time downloading music, making Wawa runs, and smoking weed with his roommate at the time, Syd. You know, the whole reason I worked at Wawa was Crys suggesting it. And Wawa is the reason I met James. Crys was unlike anyone I'd ever met. He was poetic and artistic and loved animals, especially pit bulls. He loved to draw and write and had this very out loud style that favored Earth tones. He taught me about fashion and insisted on getting dressed even if it was 1am and we were just going to Wawa because you never know who you might see. We would buy new clothes at Walmart and have photo shoots. That boy drank his weight in coffee daily. If it's one thing I'll always remember him for, it's the dancing. Dancing was a passion of his and always used to talk about wanting to form a dance crew. Eventually, we ended up living together for four years. My first apartment was with him in this piece of shit duplex rented to us by a slumlord in Keansburg,NJ. My relationship with him was always defined by our Aries/Scorpio dynamic and he never let me forget it. His birthday was October 30th, mischief night. One time, after we had moved into a new place, we decided to get revenge on our old downstairs neighbor by taking a finished lobster carcass and throwing it on his lawn. . . . . . . Keansburg had a terrible stray cat problem. 😁

I have so many memories with Crystopher. Unfortunately, towards the end of our relationship things became too tumultuous. We had too much unresolved baggage and trauma to find a healthy place emotionally together. We were so financially strained for a time we hardly ate. And then when he met his new girlfriend Laura, she introduced him to her good friend, Roxy. As in Roxcicet. aka Blues. Neither of us knew what that even was at the time. But he sure learned quick. He started using them pretty frequently as time went on, and things only got more complicated. My mental health took a nose dive. By the time I moved out our relationship was trash. I basically left. At the time, I didnt have a choice. things had gotten so bad between us, the money, the using . . . we didn't act like friends anymore.

I saw him a couple times at his new place but that was years ago. Since then, he went through a lot, including homelessness and more struggles with addiction to opiates. He reached out to me and sent me a message apologizing for everything a couple years back. I never responded. I was afraid I would let him back into my life and let the all the problems back in. I didnt trust where he was at in his life. We lost touch and stopped speaking.

His ex, who used to live with us and became my friend, messaged me and told me he died a few days ago. He was 35. I'm still waiting for information, but it may have been drug related. I'm not even sure where I'm at with how I feel. I know why we stopped talking. It was the right thing to do at the time. But he didnt deserve to die so young, having spent the last god knows how many months homeless. It's fucking with me so hard because we never resolved anything. I loved this person so fucking much and we never made peace. Of everyone I've lost, he was the closest to me. I've had a lot of people die on me but none that I lived with and shared a life with. I have more memories with him than I can handle and while I know we hadn't spoken in years and why, I still wish I would've said something. Done something. Yes, i needed healthy boundaries but he needed somebody. when is being firm too firm? If we would've helped, could it have been different? But we didn't want to help at the time, you try to be tough and draw a line. Be firm. Not let yourself be taken advantage of. But is that a defense? Did that defensiveness leave a human being who's head i used to scratch until he fell asleep out in the cold to get sicker and die?

What am I supposed to learn from all this Universe? Why do you take my friends so young and so tragically? I'm only 35, I'm too young to have this much loss.

Because these are just the major players I've lost. It doesnt include my cousin Jared, who died being reckless on a motorcycle at 21 two years ago. I was 15 when he was born. I loved that baby, he used to bite my nose. But his family lived far, so I rarely saw him growing up. Last time I saw him was at my grandfather's funeral. He didn't remember me and the nose biting.

And then there's Marcos who we used to chill with. He worked delivery for our favorite chinese food place. He was a nice kid who lived with his grandparents. We would get food, smoke weed, hang out a little. Even used to buy it off him for a while. Eventually he got into the opiates too, he even wound up being good friends with Crys and being Blue buddies. But eventually Marcos died from an opiate overdose. He was in his mid twenties.

I didnt want to include Ricky because he was more of an acquaintance for me, he was more my partners childhood friend. But god damn, in the time I knew Ricky that kid was a riot. He was loud and funny and definitely marched to the beat of his own drum. Drugs took him too.

Thanks for reading all this if you've made it this far. It's taken me about two hours to type this out on my phone. but i needed to. Thanks for coming to my TedTalk

#death #story #story prompt #grief #friends #loss #love #dying #grieving #sad #lessons #life lessons #writeblr #writing #compose

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caledfwlchthat · 5 years ago

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Characters: John Egbert, Dave Strider, Karkat Vantas Ships: John/Dave/Karkat, John/Dave, Dave/Karkat, John/Karkat Other Tags: Post-Retcon Meteor, Dream Bubbles, Internalized Homophobia, Internalized Xenophobia, Closets, Coming Out, Flushed Romance | Matesprits, Caliginous Romance | Kismesis, Ashen Romance | Auspistice, Pale Romance | Moirallegiance, Troll/Human Sloppy Makeouts, Polyamory Negotiations, Pillow & Blanket Forts, Fat Vriska Jokes, Unreliable Narrator, References to Depression Rating: Not Rated

Hi followers, now that Polyswap reveals are out (a few days ago now), I can fess up to writing this 20 kw JohnDaveKat thing about making out in literal supply closets, that I wrote for @cassandraooc (check out her art and AO3, she’s tops!). Shout-out also to @katreal-fic for her help as a sounding board and general pompoms while I was writing this.

R^4 fans: this was my May/June, I have not forgotten you! But if you like all the dream bubble romance and the awkward poly negotiations Rose and Kanaya have been having about Dave, you might give this one a look too.

Process discussion (as best as I can recall it) under the cut, as with other swap assignments I’ve done, for anyone who’s interested in the (long, spoilery) story of what the hell I was thinking exactly when I wrote this thing.

So my giftee’s prompts were -- by her own admission -- written in a bit of a sleep-deprived haze (I had to laugh as I read them, haven’t we all been there at some point, I know I lost some sleep over mine). We were each required to provide between three and six prompts for polyships (3-6 characters each) that we wanted to see depicted in gift fic or art. Cassandra’s OT3 was JohnDaveKat, which sported a string of elaborate sub-prompts (“medievalstuck!”, “soulmates!”, “haunted house!”, etc.) -- along with an invite to not use any of those and just write whatever I felt like. Other prompts for Dave/Sollux/Karkat, Jane/Callie/Roxy, and Rose/Kanaya/Jade were basically completely open-ended.

I’m trying to remember exactly how I seized upon the idea I ended up executing. Although some of my other works feature polyships, such as Kankatrezi (The Cafe Mocha Caper) and Daverosemary (foreshadowed in R^4), the process of how they got together is important for me in ways that I don’t care about as much for canon ships. I felt some resistance to just picking one of the ships and starting to write it as if it was already established. Also, people who know my writing know that I like to stick close to in-game or post-game AUs, or at least the broader Homestuck setting, rather than non-game AUs or other settings that remove the characters from the context that made them who we recognize them to be. So I was going to need some runway and a satisfying premise to run along it with. But by golly, if Cassandra wanted JohnDaveKat, she was gonna get JohnDaveKat.

The JohnDaveKat prompt I personally found most hilarious and awesome was

John gets turned into a Trickster, and finds Karkat and Dave. In the ensuing candy fueled mess, a lot of pent up emotions and secret crushes get revealed, including Dave realizing and admitting that John was probably his first crush on another boy though he was in denial at the time, and Karkat admitting that his own pitch crush for John never went away. (For his part, John finds out that he might, in fact, be a bit of a homosexual.)

Another JohnDaveKat prompt that turned out to figure in heavily later with the work I ended up producing was

John decides to surprise Dave and Karkat with a visit, only to find them already *quite* busy. Before he can think of what to do or do enough thinking at all to leave, he gets caught, and Dave notices evidence of interest, knows Karkat's still got some pitch feelings, and has some of his own, suggests maybe John stay a bit and they talk over some things and maybe do other stuff later too.

Going with Earth C could also bring the Epilogues material into play, and I briefly toyed with an Epilogues-related scenario that could score multiple polyships at once, before remembering that the Epilogues are hugely polarizing and maybe I want to be double sure about my giftee before giving them such a gift in a fan swap. A combination of Tumblr-stalking, re-reading the prompts and discreet inquiries showed that my idea wasn’t going to work, largely because Ultimate Dirk is a legendary piece of shit and his presence over against End-Of-Act-7 Dirk would cause real friction with Cassandra’s requests -- which leaned fluffy and offered bonus points for “DirkJake” and “Dirk and Dave being good bros who love each other”. Maybe I could have just done something similar in a separate Earth C AU without a lot of the Epilogues baggage, but by that point the specific discarded spin on the idea had so thoroughly colonized my brain that I just had to ease the whole thing carefully onto the shelf. I’d still be keen to write that other fic sometime. Just not for this particular fill.

So, I took a break for a few days before revisiting the prompt and asking what else I could do. When I think of John, Dave, and Karkat together, my mind goes immediately back to the “EVERYBODY STFU, I HATE YOU BOTH ETC” memo, in which Karkat tries to dissuade Dave and John from encouraging Terezi’s and Vriska’s flirtations, respectively. This convo is burned into my head because I’ve VA’ed it -- I draw a lot of inspiration for character dialogue from the time I’ve spent doing goofy voiceovers for them. And there is a lot of grist for the mill here: Karkat alluding to his pitch crush on John, Dave making fun of Karkat for being gay (while not realizing or admitting how he might be projecting), John being totally clueless about whether he’s attracted to Vriska. All of these are compatible with the “pent-up emotions and secret crushes” Cassandra asked for, and favors Dave <3 Karkat <3< John as a baseline.

Now, one of the reasons I love writing dream bubble fic is because I am fundamentally lazy. I can basically use any canon Homestuck pesterlog as a prompt and run with it. So that’s what I did here. In the moment that they realize that it’s a dream, the participants are forced to reckon with the way dream bubbles respond to their innermost thoughts. Deep desires manifest in weird ways; emotional distances contract, go non-Euclidean. Despite this, the association with dreams simultaneously offer a layer of abstraction or remove to Dave and Karkat -- allowing them to access and slake those deep desires without having to take responsibility for it, either with themselves or each other, during waking hours. In that sense, John opening the closet is like walking in on them a second time -- the dream bubble itself is their main outer closet, and they already know the jig is up when John diverts the pesterlog down Memory Lane. This then raises the question of whether they might have wanted John to discover them, deep down? Perhaps John’s convenient remembering is a sort of wish-fulfillment dream summoning.

From there I already sort of had the fic’s contours and decided it would be best written from John’s POV. The other nice thing about the dream bubble setting was that it let John participate even during the meteor journey, when Dave and Karkat must have been messing around trying to reverse-engineer their own sexual preferences. How gay is Dave, and how troubled is he about it at this point in his history? How does he feel about John finding out? Does Karkat somehow have some symmetrical hangups that leave him struggling as much as Dave, or is he just a giant crab? (The literal vs metaphorical closet thing was accidental at first, but once I discovered that I ran hard with it.)

There were still some problems I struggled with, such as how to get John to fall for Karkat pitch-ways when he’s said in canon that he isn’t gay, and when Karkat has said in canon that he’s not pitch for John anymore. The second problem is easily dispatched by pointing out that Karkat isn’t a reliable narrator of his own preferences, by construction. As for the first -- John might be no Casanova, but he loves his friends and is fiercely loyal to them, and he also saves his anger for either really important moments (like his GAME OVER fight with Caliborn) or utterly trivial moments (like Con Air not being as good as he thought). This seemed like a good place for the former. Once that was laid out, the trio coalesced nicely -- Dave and Karkat need John to keep them honest, and John needs Dave and Karkat to keep him anchored. John <> Dave and Dave c3< (John <3< Karkat) were dynamics that just showed up on their own.

The interpretation of the ending is left open, but the other difficulty I left unresolved is the timeline mismatch between pre-retcon and post-retcon, and the question of which John it was exactly that showed up in Dave and Karkat’s shared dream. Pre-retcon Davekat didn’t happen because Dave and Karkat were fighting over Terezi, but post-retcon John died in the explosion of LOWAS and couldn’t live happily ever after having so gloriously enabled post-retcon Davekat. And I wanted them to live happily ever after. The two most obvious interpretations I could think of were (a) the three are all on Earth C and dreaming together of each other -- or, more poignantly, (b) pre-retcon John is starting to integrate some of post-retcon dead!John’s memories. The second possibility leads in the direction of Ultimate John (what would that even be?) so I made sure to place the ending in a time frame that gives the Epilogues a miss -- although the background DirkJake also signals that this is probably an AU that diverges after the ACT 7 victory.

All in all this was really fun to write! There were lots of other great prompts in the collection, but the ones that grabbed me looked like they would spawn more 20-30 kw novellas and I need to get back to my poor neglected serial! I’m looking forward to making my way through the treats that others posted, eventually adding some of my own, and of course going through Cassandra’s other stuff. (Maybe that awesome fantroll Friendsim project will be the next thing to eat my life after this.)

#homestuck #homestuck fanfic #dave strider #karkat vantas #john egbert #johndavekat #metablogulation #pswap 2019 #fic challenge debrief

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emsartwork · 6 years ago

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winx ask dump!

1. lmao right??? my info pages on the girls actually got reposted to insta(i got it taken down lol) and one of the main issues people on there had was that i made flora chubby (also one person got musa being partially carnivorous confused with being a cannibal which was incredibly amusing) 2. I’m glad! and yeah i have no problem if my designs aren’t some one’s cup of tea, i only have a problem when they’re rude about it haha 3. Thank you!! hopefully you can remember whats cannon and whats not lol @velvedessa 4. hmm... im partial to @prince-amethyst ‘s fic The Illumination but other than that im not totally sure.... i’ll have to look around lol or people can suggest things in replies!! @wafflelovingbatgirl 5.im not totally sure what you mean by lgbt ship, since if one member of a relationship is something other than cishet it would make it a lgbt relationship even if it’s a dude and a lady?? BUT I’m assuming youre asking about mlm and wlw so I’ll answer that lol. I, weirdly, started shipping roxy and macy together after drawing them both?? like it didn’t occur to me while watching but after designing them i just want them to be that cringy emo/scene couple that don’t give a shit what u think of them, i also sort of started shipping helia and timmy because of this post but in all honesty i don’t ship characters too much, even with the cannon pairings i can take’em or leave’em lol @kenjeffree 6. Yeah! I’m planning on getting to wow after i finish season 7 redesigns 7. yeah so in my version magic is a biology thing(i can go into why if people want but its weird and personal lol). A lot of men who use fairy transformations would be trans for sure! if they want to use more “gender affirming” magic (cus idk if every trans dude would be comfortable with fairy transformations and all) they totally could learn how to channel it the way sorcerers or wizards do. Tho the fairy and witch techniques are considered more feminine, they're both just different ways to manipulate magic. the fairy forms are just a vessel, they’re easier for biologically female people to use because the natural production of magic creates a loop with the external wings, letting them reach high levels of power with out a lot of training. trans ladies could use witch or fairy techniques, keeping a lot of stored magic on them at all times would be one way to do this, but they would have to pretty careful to make sure they don’t exhaust/hurt themselves trying to force magic once they’re drained. this is assuming they don’t have spells that can change a person’s sex or like, “magic” versions of hormone treatment. 8-9: Yeah I’ll be doing a set for the pixies and the fairy animals too!! 10. i actually only watched through all the seasons and movies after i first started drawing fan art, and boooooyyyy howdy is it something. I love up to season 4, and 5 honestly isnt that bad either! season 6 and 7 are a little....... hit or miss for me, like i love bloomix and tynix is pretty too, but mythix and butterflix are both boring af. plot wise, i think i like season 6 better than season 7, but i like kalshara and brafilius better than selina and acheron. I enjoyed world of winx (especially the nemesis!!) but didn’t understand where it fit into cannon or how a lot of the plot points actually worked( like neverland, how they got the two transformations, where tf roxy is, the whole talent show theme???) @divinelavellan

#winx #winx club #winx headcanons #winx club headcanons #winx hc #askems #winxems #divinelavellan #kenjeffree #wafflelovingbatgirl #velvedessa #anonymous

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Hi I hope this isn't a bother! I was scrolling through your fic rec posts and everything was so specific I was a tad overwhelmed cause I was hoping for a more General selection? So! I was wondering if you could recommend any favorite long/multi-chap thorki fics? I really need some more long fics to read and I am 100% okay with the fics being of any setting/rating, if that makes sense? Thank you so much if you get the chance to get around to this!!

Excellent thorki fics with 50k+ wordcount. Summaries under the cut because there’s a lot.

Number One Contender For My Heart by guardianinthesky

Dog inside the heart by thebookhunter

Facing the Vast by needleyecandy

The Unnamed Days by Clarice Chiara Sorcha

Wild Ambition Fortune’s Ice Prefers by amberfox17

Make It Go Away, Or Make It Better by rayemars

Shelter by Rynfinity

A Message Too Intimate for the Ear by Hermaline75

Side Projects by Laydee_Liesmith

Find a Home by Aria, filiabelialis

In the Grip of Grace by proantagonist

Wergeld by rayemars

Waiting for the Moon to Rise by cavaleira

You’re All I Want, so Bring Me the Dawn by thisdorkyficthing

shall we take a spin again (no witnesses) by miikkaa_xx

Fall at your feet by illwynd

…and all because of a joke in Student Housing by needleyecandy

Take the Long Way Home by cavaleira

A Poison that Never Stung by thisdorkyficthing

Cavemen Thor and Loki by Icemaidenstory

Mind-Forg’d Manacles by needleyecandy

Don’t Leave Me the Way I Am by glayish

Mad Man by griseldajane

God of Lies by izazov

These Idiots Are Going to Be Together Forever Because I Say So: Christmas Edition by thisdorkyficthing

Easily by proantagonist

Number One Contender For My Heart by guardianintheskyLoki has never been into sports, but one day Amora drags him to a pro wrestling event, promising him lots of hot, sweaty guys. He finds himself less than impressed until a particular wrestler named Thor shows up.

Dog inside the heart by thebookhunterThor and Loki are the children of a dynasty of great actors. Their mother Frigga is a grande dame of the stage and muse of the finest European movie directors, their father Odin is going down in history as the Lawrence Olivier of his time.Thor and Loki are following on their steps, with everything to prove, to themselves and to the world.But as they become dragged under the public eye, so does their past, full of secrets and lies.There are things that not even Thor can protect Loki from.

Facing the Vast by needleyecandyEngland has just declared war on Napoleon, Naval captains are winning their laurels on a daily basis, and Thor’s ship is ordered to the South Seas to seek out a lost scientific vessel. It is an assignment for an old man, but the Admiralty will hear no reason. All hope of glory lost, he takes to sea in a foul temper.Loki is an artist employed by the naturalist who accompanies HMS Hope on the expedition of rescue and research. He is to make quick and accurate sketches of those plants that catch his employer’s eye. For the first time in his life, the rest of his time is his own.

The Unnamed Days by Clarice Chiara SorchaFollowing the events of Thor: The Dark World, Jane opens her home to Thor in the hopes that now he will have time enough to at last come to terms with everything that has happened to him in the past two years.As it turns out, Loki has plans of his own for his erstwhile elder brother and the mortal astrophysicist.

Wild Ambition Fortune’s Ice Prefers by amberfox17When Thor went storming into Jotunheim he was looking to start a fight, but accidently winds up a pawn in Odin and Laufey’s plans for a permanent peace between the realms; namely, in exchange for the return of the Casket of Ancient Winters, Laufey is offering his firstborn child Loki, the Aesir-sized sorcerer, in marriage to Thor. Such a momentous decision is not to be taken lightly, so Odin sends Thor to live on Jotunheim - without Mjolnir - for a season with Loki, to get to know his prospective consort and to teach the wilful prince some diplomatic sense. Thor is horrified, his parents are insistent and no-one really knows what Loki is thinking, but he hasn’t stopped smiling…

Make It Go Away, Or Make It Better by rayemarsIt was a normal summer vacation until Thor spotted Loki in his bedroom when his cousin thought he was alone. Then it turned into something else completely; something that upends more than a few family secrets, and changes quite a few things for them both.

Shelter by Rynfinity“You really need to get a life, you know,” his editor tells him over coffee, when he loses track of himself and spends far too much time gushing over the splendid house and its amazing stonework. “Not only is it weird, it’s kind of like stalking. Don’t think I’m going to come bail you out of jail.”“No one stalks pools,” he tells her, laughing. He makes a mental note never to mention it again.

A Message Too Intimate for the Ear by Hermaline75Thor doesn’t mind being a trucker, but the long hours of empty highway can get a little lonely and using a voice modulator to pretend to be “Roxy” on a premium rate sex line does while away the time and boost his income.Until he gets a call from a young man named Loki and somehow ends up agreeing to meet him…Time to call in a favour from a friend.

Side Projects by Laydee_LiesmithIt’s summer-break and Loki’s dad has hired a team of contractors to work on their new house. New as in just-moved in; there’s nothing new about the old, rickety Victorian he’s forced them to move into. And Loki’s bitter—bitter about the move, not knowing anyone in this new town, and having to leave his few (but important) friends. But his father said they needed a fresh start and that was that, all of Loki’s protests falling on deaf ears.Now, Loki tries to ignore the team of workers who have taken over his back-yard as they embark on a much-needed reno project. But, the one with the long blonde hair and the boming voice has taken a special liking to him. He flirts, he winks; he goes out of his way to tease Loki. Loki finds himself spending more time talking to “Thor” than he would like. He also finds himself blushing around Thor more than he would like. One day, Thor stumbles across Loki doing something he really shouldn’t be… and suddenly Thor has decided to make Loki his after-work “project.”

Find a Home by Aria, filiabelialisLoki lets his head fall back, a despairing smile baring his teeth. “What do you mean by home?”

In the Grip of Grace by proantagonistWhen Loki learns the truth of his heritage, he quietly leaves Asgard behind. The search for the lost prince continues for nearly a year until Odin hires a professional tracker to find him, sending Thor along on the hunt to ensure Loki’s safe return. They locate him on Midgard, living on his own in a run down apartment—depressed, weakened, and trying very hard to disappear.

Wergeld by rayemarsIt was springtime, and Thor had taken his men war-faring to seek goods for themselves; but raiding a foreign temple brought him far more than he’d ever imagined–in either goods or trouble.

Waiting for the Moon to Rise by cavaleiraAs the newly crowned king of Asgard, Thor’s life is filled with stress as he as he navigates political intrigue and struggles to figure out what kind of king he wants to be. Desperately in need of a night of relaxation, he finds himself at a brothel he used to frequent in his youth. It’s there that Thor spends an evening in the arms of beautiful courtesan named Loki, and his whole world changes in ways he never could have imagined.

You’re All I Want, so Bring Me the Dawn by thisdorkyficthing Loki grew up being told that the bond between an omega and an alpha was unbreakable.Well, that’s a lie. A big fat lie.

shall we take a spin again (no witnesses) by miikkaa_xxWhen Thor is need of money to help a friend, he turns to a less-than-legal source. However, what should have been a simple borrow-and-pay-back arrangement gets turned upside down when loanshark!Loki decides he wants something more than simply money in return.In only a matter of days, Loki draws Thor into a dark, violent underworld, and it soon becomes clear that he has no intention of letting go.

Fall at your feet by illwyndWhen Thor confronts the Destroyer, offering himself up for the sake of the humans, Loki has a better idea: he won’t take Thor’s life. He’ll take him back to Asgard, as a mortal, with a promise to serve Loki and obey him completely. Thor, eager to heal the rift between them, is only too happy to agree. But he has no idea how damaged his brother truly is or what he really wants from him—and when he finds out, everything between them is going to change.

…and all because of a joke in Student Housing by needleyecandyThor and Loki are total opposites, stuck rooming together because someone in Student Housing thought it would be cute to place them together because they shared a birthday. They’re pleasantly surprised to find that they actually get along.The surprise when they fall in love is even more pleasant.

Take the Long Way Home by cavaleiraThor strikes a deal with Loki: each month, he will trade half of his golden apple for one day spent together in a temporary truce. Both brothers find themselves getting more than they bargained for.

A Poison that Never Stung by thisdorkyficthing Loki is a seventeen year old runaway that gets taken in by Thor. (Thor’s probably gonna regret it)

Cavemen Thor and Loki by IcemaidenstoryPrompt:Yes, I want a prehistoric AU with those two. I mean living in caves, having a simpler speech, stone tools, fleas, etc.Thor’s tribe destroys another tribe because they couldn’t agree about their territories. Loki, a son of the leader of that tribe, survives, but he gets captured and enslaved.People of Thor’s tribe dislike Loki, who’s scared and all alone among them; he’s an alien to them. But very soon Thor becomes possessive and protective of him (also, he claims him). And those who challenge his choices get roared at and also get a stone hammer to their heads. He’s their leader and he won’t tolerate his decisions being questioned (I don’t mind if Odin is in the story, but he’s no longer a leader, because he’s too old).

Mind-Forg’d Manacles by needleyecandyThe Roman Republic demands new lands, and the army, led by Caesar, is eager for glory. It is customary for them to take slaves from newly conquered peoples, which is how Loki, a Celt, and Thor, a German, find themselves torn away from everything they’ve known and loved.As slaves of Rome, the two boys respond to their captivity in strikingly different ways. As free men, their old ways of surviving become fetters.When they find each other, freedom finally begins.

Don’t Leave Me the Way I Am by glayishHe wished he could use Mjölnir as a blacksmith would, hammer himself out until he was shining and straight.

Mad Man by griseldajaneWhen Loki discovers that Thor has seemingly vanished from the nine realms, he uses all the tricks at his disposal to find his missing brother, including teaming up with the Avengers.In the meantime, Thor is pushed past his breaking point and may have forever lost his way.A story about love, obsession and the mysteries of the heart and mind.

God of Lies by izazovThere are lines no one in Asgard should cross. Not even Asgard’s two princes.

These Idiots Are Going to Be Together Forever Because I Say So: Christmas Edition by thisdorkyficthing“I know the divorce has been hard on you - it’s been hard on everyone - but you two need to stop acting like the other doesn’t exist when you’re in the same room because you’re breaking that poor girl’s heart. Alyssa and Riley are just so used to it they don’t even notice - or maybe they’re just able to ignore it - but it isn’t healthy.“Thor resisted the urge to fidget, his mouth still hanging open. Frigga took a deep breath, looking down for a moment to pinch the bridge of her nose."I know you guys have both been trying. But you have to try harder now."Thor slumped back, leaning on to the edge of the counter. "I… don’t know if I can."Frigga crossed her arms, lips taut. "That’s not the correct answer.”

Easily by proantagonistIt’s not until Jane dies that Loki finally comes to Thor.

#thorki #thorkiedit #fic rec post #rec:au #rec:canon #rec:human au #rec:jotun au #rec:smut #rec:dark world #Anonymous #dunaasks #rec:long

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