#roxy x reader

[fernpawz]

idk. thinking so hard

if she has no one to pay attention to her I WILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[wakebymoonsleepbysun]

Untitled Roxy x Reader fic (hurt/comfort)

EDIT: A more polished version is now up on ao3. If you're re-reading it or sending it to someone, then the ao3 version is preferred, but it's not changed enough that I would necessarily suggest re-reading it again if you weren't already going to. <3

For some reason, last night, I decided that it was imperative I write and release a Roxy x Reader oneshot before Ruin. (ETA: To be clear I mean I wrote this before Ruin released, therefore it contains NO SPOILERS. <3) It's an idea I've had for awhile and was going to do as a comic but decided to expand it and write it out instead. I may post a more polished version to ao3 at a later date.

Fun fact: Roxy was my first FNAF crush, before SB even came out. So Ruin will have many chances to break my heart.

Word count: ~3200

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When the Pizzaplex burned down, none of your colleagues had seemed particularly interested in returning to the ruins. You could understand…some of the techs arriving for the morning shift had been caught in the blaze, and while there were no casualties, there had been some injuries. Yourself included.

After a few weeks in the hospital, the burn mark across your face was just an angry red scar, and the singed hair you’d had to cut off had regrown enough for you to wear a slightly uneven pixie cut.

The other techs said you were crazy to want to go back. The future of Fazbear Inc was uncertain, and the animatronics themselves were just that. Animatronics. Machines. Not worth putting yourself in danger for.

But you’d come to consider Roxy a friend. Sometimes you thought she considered you one, too. She didn’t seem like she would readily admit such a thing even if it were true.

She had at least liked you as a tech, if not as a person. You were the only one who could do her pre-show checks and weekly maintenance without ruining her hair, at least according to her. According to the other techs, Roxanne’s hair was always fine.

You quickly learned that to Roxy, “fine” was equivalent to a reprehensible failure. A disaster. A complete horrific mess. 

You didn’t think your experience with costuming (specifically wigs) in your college’s theater club would ever be something you used after you graduated, but life is full of surprises.

You wander through the corridors of your ruined, burned out workplace, flashlight in hand. You have a few guesses as to where Roxy might be. You desperately hope she’s okay. The structure is mostly intact, but there are a few collapsed portions and fallen bits of decor. You think as long as Roxy had been able to avoid the worst of the heat, she’d be mostly alright.

You make your way to Rockstar Row, your workboots crunching on the debris as you walk.

As you approach Roxy’s room, you hear something that makes you freeze.

Crying.

For a moment you wonder if another tech, or perhaps some urban explorer or rubbernecker is in here with you. Then you recognize the voice behind the sobs.

Roxanne is crying? You’re more surprised than you probably should be. But you’d seen behind her mask a couple times. Behind the vanity, haughtiness, and borderline entitlement, you had occasionally glimpsed a profound insecurity. Beneath it all, you don’t think Roxy actually likes herself very much.

You swipe your badge on the door, and it actually dings and slides open. Or tries to. Something jams it halfway and you have to wedge yourself into the doorframe and push the door open the rest of the way.

Roxy, who had been sitting at her vanity, head in her hands, perks up. Her ears twitch as she glances around. “Who’s there?” she calls out.

You open your mouth to speak, only to leave it hanging open in surprise as you see how badly she’s damaged. So much of her exoskeleton is missing, exposing the endoskeleton underneath. Her hair is a tangled, singed mess and her tail isn’t much better. But most horrifying, her eyes are completely gone.

“Who’s there?!” Roxy repeats, a growl in her voice as she stands up and starts stalking towards you. You can hear the servos and joints in her body creak in protest as she moves.

“R-Roxy, it’s me!” you say before hastily blurting out your name.

She stops, her ears twitching and her claws grasping at the air. At first you think she’s baring her teeth at you, but you quickly realize her broken faceplate has put one side of her mouth in a permanent snarl.

She huffs, turning away. She skulks back to her vanity, plopping down in her chair and burning her broken face in her shattered hands. “What do you want?” she mutters.

You tense, taken aback. “Wh-What do you think I want, Roxy?” you ask incredulously, slowly moving towards her. “I-I wanted to know you were okay. I wanted to help you. I was…terrified you’d…been destroyed,” you say quietly, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She pulls away with a growl. “I have been destroyed! Just--Just look at me!” The rage in her voice doesn’t fully mask her despair, nor does it completely hide her fear. Fear of what? Of what could have happened? Of how close she came to being permanently deactivated?

Her command was clearly rhetorical, for she lowers her head further, digging her claws into what remains of her scalp.

“Roxy…all this can be fixed…” you say gently.

“No it can’t!” she snaps. “I already checked. Parts and Services is a pile of rubble now.”

“Well…what about the loading docks? Maybe we can at least find some new eyes for you…”

She scoffs. “Oh good. Then I can see myself. Because feeling all this isn’t bad enough,” she sneers, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Roxy--”

“FINE!” she growls, pushing back from her vanity abruptly. If the chair weren’t screwed into the floor she surely would have toppled it over. “Fine. Let’s just go.”

You flinch nervously, nodding. Remembering her blindness, you quickly say, “Okay. Here,” you say gently putting a hand on her arm.

“Don’t touch me!” she snaps, though she sounds somewhat less defensive and a bit…nervous? Embarrassed? With a huff, she adds, “I’ll just follow your footsteps.”

You bite back a sigh. “Alright,” you say patiently.

You lead the way out of her green room towards the long stairway down to the loading docks. You’re not about to risk trying to take the elevator.

“Here, careful on the stairs,” you say, gently taking her arm again. This time she allows it, albeit with some reluctance as she gives you what probably would have been a withering look if her faceplate had been intact.

It’s a long way down and neither of you want to rush. The sound of your softer footfalls and her heavier ones as you both pick your way down the stairs echoes through the stairwell.

Thud. Clunk. Thud. Clunk. Thud. Clunk.

You watch her carefully. She seems too focused on making it down the stairs to be too sulky for the moment. Small blessings, you suppose. Still, the silence is only stretching out your descent.

“It sounds like one of your knees is out of alignment,” you say eventually.

“The left one,” she confirms a bit gruffly. “I can manage.”

“I can see that,” you say gently. “It took me awhile to notice something was even wrong. You carry yourself well,” you say, smiling a bit.

Roxy grunts in acknowledgement, but doesn’t preen even a little at the praise. That’s unusual for her…compliments usually cheer her up.

“Maybe I can find a new hinge while we’re--”

“Why are you doing this?” she cuts you off.

“W-What do you mean?” you ask, stopping in the middle of the flight of stairs.

“Don’t play dumb. You know what I mean,” she says. Before you can speak, she continues, “This whole place is finished. Nobody’s coming back to rebuild. What’s the point of you patching me up?”

“I told you, Roxy…I was worried…” you start as you resume your climb down the stairs.

“Why?”

“Because I care about you!” you say, exasperated as you reach the bottom of the stairs. You keep your hand on her arm as you make your way down the corridor, and she doesn’t protest.

She snorts. “You care about a pile of scrap?”

You wish she could see the glare you give her at that. “You are NOT a pile of scrap! You’re just a little scuffed.”

“More than a little,” she huffs.

You sigh. “Okay, maybe a little more than a little,” you admit. You force a smile. “But hey…I’m the perfect tech, remember? If anyone can get you fixed up, it’s me, isn’t it?”

You weren’t normally any kind of braggart. Roxy had been the only one to ever call you the perfect tech, though you feel like that was almost more a point of pride for herself rather than for you. As if she were praising herself for being deserving of the best tech more than she’s praising you for being the best tech. But you still liked hearing it…and sometimes it really did seem like she was directing the praise at you.

Roxy turns her head towards you, her ears swiveling forward. It’s hard to read her expression with her broken faceplate, but eventually one side of her mouth ticks up into a small smile. “...Yeah…” she admits softly.

You squeeze her arm gently, careful to not touch any of the sharper broken off bits.

Once you get to the loading dock, you guide her to sit down on a crate while you look through some of the recent part shipments.

The fire had somehow spared much of this place, but the collapse of P & S had rippled partially through the area and several patches of ceiling had fallen, knocking over piles of crates and leaving the whole place in disarray.

Eventually you find a crate that has the P & S stamp on the wooden slats, and figure that’s a promising place to start. You grab a crowbar and begin trying to pry it open in any way you can.

Roxy’s ears perk and she turns towards you. “What are you doing?”

“Trying--urg--to get this crate open,” you grunt.

She stands and walks towards you. “Let me,” she says. She reaches towards you, trying to determine your position.

You take her hand, your fingers weaving in hers for a moment before you guide her hand to the crate.

“Thanks,” you say, stepping aside.

“Well…pretty silly to make a human do all the heavy lifting,” she says, digging her claws into one of the planks. The wood splinters and creaks and is readily ripped free.

You smile weakly. “You’re right…these arms would never have a fraction of your strength,” you say. Jokingly, you lift your arm and flex…only to realize Roxy won’t be able to see it.

Probably for the best. It was a dumb joke anyway.

She snorts, actually preening a bit as she pulls another board free. “Even busted…” she agrees softly. Her tone is slightly melancholy…as if she doesn’t fully believe it.

She pulls another board free, and you put a hand on her shoulder. “I think that’s enough for now,” you say, guiding her back to the crate she had been sitting on before.

You begin pulling the smaller boxes from the shipping crate, cutting them open and rummaging through them, looking for anything usable. 

Once again, the silence stretches on.

After finding nothing useful in the first two boxes, you glance back at Roxanne. Her hand is over her face, her middle finger slowly tracing the cracks near where her eyes had been. The quiet isn’t doing her any favors.

You shove the box you were looking through aside and pull out another, cutting it open. “Roxy?” you break the silence.

“Mm?” she grunts, still more focused on her faceplate than you.

“You…d’you um…remember that time we ran out of driver bots and that angry dad yelled at me?”

She pauses briefly, turning her head towards you. “What about it?” she asks before going back to feeling her faceplate.

“You remember what you said to me?”

“I called you an idiot.” Was that a touch of guilt you detect in her tone?

You laugh weakly, nodding. “Yes. But you remember why?”

“For letting a loser like that get under your skin,” she says plainly.

“Right,” you say, smiling. “I think about that a lot, you know.”

Roxy scoffs. “Really? Freddy said I was too rude,” she says. If she had eyes she would have rolled them.

You let out a gentle chuckle. “Well…maybe a bit,” you admit, earning a slightly sulky huff from her. “But there was truth to it, y’know? And I think about it a lot. It uh…it’s…helped me. Deal with people like him.”

She cants her head, one ear flicking curiously. It’s a cute expression even with her broken faceplate. “It…did?”

“Yeah,” you say, pulling out another box and opening it. “I-I mean…you were right. I knew he was a loser but I still told myself his opinion meant something. But it doesn’t, y’know?”

“Yeah,” she agrees quietly.

The conversation lapses again, and you try to resist the urge to slow your search in order to come up with a new topic. Luckily, it is Roxy who picks the next topic.

“You remember that time a birthday party ran long, and I was late getting back to the recharge station?”

You freeze. Oh you do remember. You remember that evening well. The animatronics tend to get a little quirky when their battery dips below five percent. Something about a power save mode cutting power to random systems. Usually mobility, but somehow, their…inhibitions, for lack of a better term, also seemed to go by the wayside. As far as you know nobody ever quite understood why, but it was a little like getting loopy from lack of sleep, or even a bit tipsy.

Roxy smirks, hearing your stunned silence. “You do.”

“Y-Yeah…I…I wasn’t sure if you did, though.”

“I remember the important parts.” Before you can start to wonder what the “important parts” are in her mind, she continues, “You’d finally used that salon voucher I gave you for your birthday. Gotten your hair done. Actually wore it down. I never understand why you hide such long pretty hair up that bun.”

You fluster a bit. “Th-The dress code--”

“Oh, you do it without the dress code,” she scoffs, flicking a hand dismissively.

You clear your throat awkwardly, pausing to rub at your cheeks as if you can wipe the blush away. “W-What’s your battery at, by the way?”

She snorts. “Just an idle wondering?” she smirks. “It’s twenty-two percent.”

So it’s not her low battery talking…

Roxy continues, “You know…if you can find a set of replacement eyes…I wouldn’t mind seeing your hair down again,” she says, actually sounding wistful, of all things. You don’t know if you’ve ever heard her sound wistful.

You sigh softly, running a hand over your chopped off hair. “Y-Yeah…” you say, noncommittally.

She glances at you questioningly, sensing something in your tone. But before she can comment, you cut open another box, and find it has the spare eyes you’ve been looking for.

“Found the eyes!” you say. Some of the happiness in your tone is genuine. You grab two amber ones, going over to her. “They’re just standard optics, so you won’t see as well as you’re used to, but…it’ll do for now,” you say, guiding her to lay on the floor.

Her smile fades slightly and she nods, reality setting back in. Despite your claims that you could repair her, she wasn’t convinced she’d ever be as good as she was before. “Guess it’ll have to,” she mumbles.

You put a flashlight in her hand and position her arm to shine it down on her faceplate, giving you light to work with. Your toolkit is beside you, with some extra lengths of wire and soldering iron to work with. As you cut away the burned wires, murmuring apologies whenever Roxy flinches, your mind drifts back to that evening.

Her power had been at one percent when you finally coaxed her into her recharge station. Before you did, though, she had leaned down and pressed her lips to yours. You think she had been trying to nuzzle your cheek. Even “drunk” you don’t think she wanted to kiss you like that.

Neither of you had ever spoken of that night again, until today. She must not remember the kiss, you decide. She wouldn’t bring up that night at all if she did.

The truth is you’ve carried a small flame for her ever since then. Or perhaps a little longer, if you were more honest with yourself. Nothing you couldn’t ignore most of the time, of course…but something that had occasionally managed to put a bit of warmth in your heart when you allowed it to.

But none of those silly little what-ifs you’d allowed yourself to daydream of would ever come to pass now.

You wire in the eyes, then carefully fit them into their sockets. As they come online, the attached eyelids blink shut against the light.

You quickly turn away, keeping your back to her as you pack up your toolkit. “Th-They working okay?” you ask. It’s silly to turn away like this. You can’t possibly delay her seeing your scar for more than a couple minutes. Why even bother trying?

She moves the flashlight out of her eyes and sits up, looking around. “Yes,” she says. She pauses. “...Better than I thought. I forgot the standard optics still have night vision.”

You laugh weakly. “Another thing you have over me, then,” you say in what you had meant to be a good natured tone, but you couldn’t quite keep the melancholy from your voice.

Roxy catches it and glances at you curiously. She stands up, then reaches down a hand to help you up.

Well. No more putting it off.

You bow your head slightly as you turn to take her hand, letting her pull you to your feet. When you stand before her, you finally lift your head to look into her eyes, giving a small, tentative smile that borders on apologetic.

Roxy stares down at you, her mouth opening slightly in surprise. “Wh-What…happened…?”

You sigh, glancing away slightly. “I-I…got to work early, and…I was upstairs when the fire started. It…spread so fast I…had to cut through some pretty bad areas. I-I mean. I guess, something like that…I-I don’t really remember…” you say, your voice starting to shake.

Roxy’s hand is on your cheek, turning your face back towards her as she examines your scar.

You feel your face growing warm. “I-I don’t know how I got the scar, really…The EMTs found me passed out in the employee parking lot.”

Roxy smiles sadly. “You were strong enough to save yourself.”

You blush deeply at the compliment, lowering your gaze. “I-I guess so…”

She runs her thumb over the scar, tracing the ridges of the shiny, discolored skin. “Can it be repaired?” she asks, her tone more gentle than you’ve ever heard from her.

You shake your head, resisting the urge to nuzzle into her palm as you do. “Not…really. My hair will grow back and the scar will probably fade a bit, eventually, but…it’ll…probably be pretty noticeable for the rest of my life…” You feel tears brimming at your eyes and force out a weak laugh. “C-Can’t really…uh…s-switch faceplates on a human…y-y’know?” you say in a wavering tone.

Roxy hums quietly, bringing her other hand up to cup your other cheek. “No need,” she says, lowering her head and gently nosing at your scar.

Your breath stills at her words, your eyes widening in surprise. You’re almost not sure you heard right.

She pulls back, smiling down at you tenderly. “You’re still beautiful,” she murmurs, leaning down and pressing her lips to yours.

[balloonboyismyson]

A Brush on a Vanity (Roxy x Reader oneshot)

You are an assistant to the Freddy Fazbear Mega PizzaPlex's band and hold some serious feelings to Roxy. One night while you are saying good night to everyone, Roxy asks for a favour that you will cry happily every night thinking about for the rest of your life.

(1.6k words)

Roxy was… perfect. Well, in your eyes, anyway. You remember it so clearly- the day you’d seen her for the first time. She was a straight A attention-grabber with her gorgeous eyes and pristine hair, dancing her heart out on stage with her keytar in hand. It was hard to tell if you wanted to be her, or you wanted something you never thought too hard about. 

When the position as the band’s assistant had opened up, you didn’t hesitate to send in your resume. It was a brutal two weeks, but when the phone call came in to ask for an interview, you honestly almost cried. You were so excited to start working for everyone, but most importantly, her. 

She wasn’t quite what you were expecting, but you supposed no one was. Roxy was much more self conscious than the persona she gave off. She cared a lot about her looks and often brushed her hair, whether it be with a brush or her claws. At first you had thought it was just a nervous habit, and it probably was, but she also wanted to always look presentable. 

No one was allowed to touch her hair, not even staff meant for keeping her looking sharp. She’d let you re-touch her paint if she got chipped, but only if she was unable to reach the area, and that was as far as you could go. 

It was never a problem, though, because you understood her boundaries and you respected them, unlike others. She often lashed out at employees for overstepping, something she was yelled at about time and time again. Monty was threatened with decommissioning over being a jackass in general, but Roxy had been warned multiple times due to threatening staff members. 

You’d been called a “suck-up” by certain coworkers for being so gentle with her, but they were easily ignorable. You got to work with her and were at least tolerated by her, so as far as you’re concerned, you fuckin’ win. 

You helped the band from 8AM to 8PM. It may have been 12 hours, but honestly, it was pretty manageable. Sometimes, if the place wasn’t so busy towards clock-out time, you stayed a little longer to chat to everyone. You didn’t get paid more, obviously, but that was fine.

 —

Freddy was always love to talk to. He was so sweet, and it was always so nice to be able to have a conversation with him before going home. He, however, was only the first on your list to visit. Next was your beautiful star, Roxy. You briefly considered seeing her at the end, but it was easier to just go in order.

The only thing you could focus on was your heart thumping in your chest as you walked towards her door. She had asked the first several times you went to see her if you were okay, but you were always honest and told her you were happy to see her. Her worry every time was replaced by a sly smile and a new cockiness to her mood. 

You knocked on her door after taking a second to cool down, and you could hear a brush being placed down alongside her loud stomps. Her door slid open, revealing a big smile across her face. Her mouth couldn’t quite actually smile, but she could smile with her eyes, and man was it beautiful. “Hey, ya made it! Come in so I can tell ya about one of today’s birthday parties!” Roxy’s voice was filled with excitement, her voice growling slightly with the intensity of how she spoke. “Ooo!!! Tell me, I’m all ears!” 

The two of you sat down on her plush couch and got to talking like you hadn’t seen each other in years. She spoke about the events of today and you listened intently, nodding along to let her know you’re focused on her. It’s so adorable, she always basically flails her hands as she talks. It’s a losing battle, but you’ve been trying so hard not to adopt her mannerisms. Sometimes while you’re talking, someone’ll high-five you mid conversation and totally throw you off. The idea of making Roxy stop by interfering with her hands is something you will never do…

…unless you’re doing it because you want to hold her hand(paw?) because she is so lovely. The mere idea of holding her paw makes your face go red. You have accidentally touched her before and you were instantly infatuated with how fluffy she was. Had she been a closer friend, you’d have hugged her as tight as you could. 

It was impossible to stop the ever-growing smile on your face. Her voice was so nice to listen to, almost like white noise. She seemed pleased with your smile and continued to talk about her day until she ran out of information to share. The two of you sat there in silence for a beat or two before she looked away and down. Her hands balled into fists as she closed her legs tighter than before. She often tried to hide behind a mask of ego when she got shy, so seeing her be somewhat antsy was a surprise.

“Hey,” Roxy’s voice was low, rumbly and somewhat quiet, “can you do somethin’ for me?” You looked at her with genuine curiosity. “Of course, whatever you need!” She lifted her head and while still looking away from you, she got up and went over to her vanity. She picked something up and made her way back towards the couch. Sitting uncomfortably and slowly looking at you, she held her hand out and you instinctively did the same. Her eyes were trained on the glass behind you as she placed the item into your hand- a brush. 

You looked up at her confused. Her ears pinned back as she moved her gaze to her slightly quivering hands in her lap. “Could.. you please… brush me- my hair?” Your eyes opened wide, sparkling with the words that are now swirling in your head. “I get to brush your hair? I do?” 

“J-just because the back of my head’s hard to reach!” Her arms were tightly squished together against her chest and her eyes were slammed shut as she said it. Your mouth curled into a huge smile again and your heart started beating even faster than it was. “I-I would love to! Thank you!” It came out like you were thanking her for letting you brush her hair, but honestly, that’s what it was. 

She seemed like she regretted the request immediately after asking because she realized her tail started wagging when you said yes. The sight made you feel so ecstatic to be here with her right now. You stared at each other before she remembered that in order to brush her hair, she needed to turn around. She did so quickly, grabbing her tail in the process. “Would you like me to brush your tail, too?” It was an innocent question on your part, but the idea would have flushed her cheeks had she had the capability. 

“N-no! No thanks!” She yelped as she waved her hands intensely in front of her face. You forced down a chuckle and replied “Okay!” to her. 

Before you placed the brush to her head, “I’m gonna start now, okay?” came from your lips. Roxy seemed to stiffen as you asked. She hadn’t expected you to let her know what you were doing, but she did as close to a sigh as possible- she knew she should have. “‘Kay.” Was all she could get out, but with the new permission, you started down her locks. You had assumed it would be an easy task anyway due to how good of care she takes of it, but just to be safe, you start from the bottom anyway. 

You placed your hand under her hair as you began to brush her. Her hair was really soft, somehow softer than her body. Tonight was the luckiest you had ever felt. Sitting here with your favourite animatronic, sitting in her room brushing her hair. You continued up her hair, brushing as lightly as you could as to not risk ripping any strands out. 

It’s like you predicted- her hair was already perfect, not a single snarl to be found. Still, you brushed through all of it multiple times. Each time your brush approached the top of her head, her ears parted to the sides, almost like she could sense your hand was trying to get in-between them and she needed to give you as much space as possible to brush. She may have been holding it, but her tail continued to wag as much as it could with each passthrough. 

You made sure to brush against her head as well, and each time you did her tail wagged even faster. Towards the end, had you not known she was an animatronic, you’d have thought she was asleep. She had seemed so peaceful, it was upsetting when you knew her hair was too soft to brush through anymore. 

“How was that, was it okay?” It was just brushing hair, but you felt like if she didn’t enjoy it your life would be ruined. “T-Thank you.” Was all she could utter. She turned around to face you, and she looked at you with such big puppy eyes. Your face flushed again at seeing her look <em>so adorable.</em> “H-huh? Why’re you looking at me like that?” 

Before you could tell what was happening, she pulled you close to her in a tight hug. “That was… nice… thank you.” Seeing how happy she was was enough to pin-point this as the best night of your life, and you hoped more nights like this would come again.

[dragonjesterwrites]

May I have some marriage headcanons with either Glam Chica and Roxanne and Mimi please?

Glamrock Chica and Roxanne Wolf marriage headcanons

Absolutely! Gonna do just the Glamrocks for now, I'll probably do Mimi in just a short bit 👌

Also lil sidenote, we're rounding out the Security Breach animatronic crew, only need Freddy and DJ now! (Here's the link to Monty and Bonnie + Sun and Moon marriage headcanons)

✨️🐔

Chica's been dreaming of her wedding ever since her first few months of activation- she was first introduced to the concept when two of the P&S techs got married, and they happily explained it to her during one of her initial weekly checkups

She keeps a scrapbook full of pictures she's cut and pasted together over the years; dress concepts, decor ideas, buffet spreads, etc. Once a week, she would sneak into the Daycare after hours, and Sun and Moon would help her with it, excitedly bouncing ideas off of each other and using as many craft supplies as they can get away with. She usually leaves with a few new pages full of colorful concepts.

Once one of you proposes, they surprise her with a handcrafted dress, her favorite one, looking like they pulled it straight out of the scrapbook. It's gorgeous, with embroidered vining flowers and streaks of vivid colors running up from the bottom.

The wedding itself is held on Music Man's dance floor, and they sneak in (with the DJ's permission) a full banquet table, laden with food for you, Chica, and any trusted human guests. The ceremony is held on the stage, with Music Man showering you both with flower petals after you kiss.

The reception is held on the dance floor, and everyone dances/sings karaoke into the night. Chica sings you a rock ballad she wrote herself, it's very romantic and very sweet (and absolutely bangin)

🐺🎸

Roxy's the complete opposite of Chica, she's never been bothered about weddings, but hey, if it's something you really want, then she'll help work something out- she's already the best at racing and keytar, how hard could planning a wedding be?

Anyway, after several fits of frustrated yelling and stomping about (why is finding good decor so hard in an entertainment center??) she enlists Moon's, Chica's, and Freddy's help. Moon, with his high security clearance, helps retrieve hard to find things such as rings and a copy of an officiant's script, Chica does much of the decorating and bakes the cake, and Freddy provides emotional support.

The engagement ring she picks out to propose to you with is one of the biggest/most colorful/unique ones, whichever sort she thinks you'd like best. Only the best for her boo 😤

Chica, Freddy, and Moon spend a lot of nights coaching her through her own proposal speech. She keeps getting nervous and going off script, and then they have to stop her from eating the script out of frustration.

Roxy's not a fan of formal clothing, or clothing in general for that matter, finding it claustrophobic and unnecessary. However, the thought of you in a dress/tux does make her circuits warm, and she wants to look good for you, too- so she gets Sun and Moon to make her a nice tux jacket and bowtie, and Chica combs her hair and tail for her so she looks just as perfect as you.

It takes a lot of time for her to decide on a venue: Daycare, too childish, the DJ's dance floor, too loud, Monty Golf, no way in hell- in the end, she personally clears out the excessive cones and barriers from Roxy Raceway, throws colored sheets over the tall barriers, and hangs a massive disco ball Moon borrowed from storage over the large area she pushes together. She rolls out some red carpet between the entrance, and strings lights over all the walls and dangling down through the gaps in the sheets she tied around the disco ball's cable- ending up with a massive tent, string lights illuminating the pastel colors of the sheets and making everything glow softly. She tries not to boast about it too much in the weeks after your wedding.

[strawberries-and-creame]

Would it be alright to request a platonic/sibling reader being looked after by the Strilondes after falling ill? It can just be one of them if you feel more comfortable writing that :D

Family dynamics... my favorite.

   It wasn’t often that you managed to get sick, so when you found yourself waking up one morning and your face felt like it was melting off the very surface of your skin you let out a audible groan. Your eyes open blurry to the sunlight coming in from your curtains and you wiggled more under your blankets against the rude disturbance.

The sounds of pots and pans came from your slightly opened doorway and even though you knew that they weren’t that high in volume it seemed to be amplified almost ten-fold to your eardrums. You rose to a sitting position with your blanket wrapped around your shoulders and took a shaky step out of your bed, your socks sliding against the cold hardwood floors and out into the hallway.

Each step that you took seemed to require momentous effort and focusing on the dizziness that wracked your head wasn’t easy to deal with either. By the time you had made it into the doorway of the kitchen you felt the dizziness get even worse.

Dave was at the stove and was trying to flip the currently bubbling pancake over to the other side while Rose was sitting with Roxy at the kitchen island chatting about something that you couldn’t place meaning to. Dirk was busying himself with gathering plates from the cabinet when he spotted you.

He went to raise the hand that wasn’t holding the stack of plates before his eyes landed on your disheveled form.

You could see his eyebrows quirk on one side of his face before he walked over to you, leaving the plates on the countertop next to Dave. When he got closer to you, you could feel just how gross you probably looked when his eyes continued to scan over you.

He brought a scarred hand and gently placed the back of his palm to your very too warm forehead, his skin a wonderfully cool comparison to your own. You saw his mouth thin into a straighter line.

“Y/N, you’re burning up.” He replied softly but you could tell that everyone else in the room heard him since they all went quiet.

Dave peered over to you and his eyebrows knitted together. “You look like shit.”

You were about to flip him off when a cough began from your throat, and you instead held it to your mouth in a fist and turned your head. When the coughing fit had passed you let out a pitiful whine. “I feel like shit.”

Roxy rose from her seat next to Rose and quickly made her way over to you.

She held your face in her hands and her own pink eyes scanned over your face and her expression melted into worry and concern. “Y/N, you need to get back to bed, pronto.” She instructed and wrapped the blanket beginning to fall from your shoulders back up snugly around you. “Here, I’ll help you, you seem unsteady.”

You felt embarrassed but grateful at the same time at your siblings show of concern and familial love towards you. You simply nodded your head and let her lead you back to your room in an awkward shuffle from you, but a helpful expression from her.

She lifted the blankets up from you as you crawled into the warm comforts of your bed, and gently cascaded it over you.  “There you are Y/N… now I don’t want to see you up and about unless it’s if you have to go to the bathroom.” She told you sternly but the kind smile that was on her face contrasted her tone.

“Okay Rox…” you muttered softly and shifted some in bed while trying to find a position that didn’t make the waves of dizziness any worse than it already was.

A gentle knock came from your doorway, and you didn’t have the energy to even turn your head towards the soft sound and instead listened and glanced your eyes up to the familiar figure belonging to Rose.

She handed Roxy a bottle of what you assumed was cold medication by the common place it had in your medicine drawer in the bathroom. After handing Roxy the medication she knelt to your eye level on your floor and patted your shoulder that was hidden by your blanket. The warmth that seeped from her hand to your body was comforting. “It would figure our little sibling would manage to get sick.” She says in a tone that was not mocking but made you laugh weakly. “Dirk and Dave are handling getting you something in your stomach, but from the way you’re holding your hand over your mouth I believe we’ll have to wait on that.”

Roxy’s eyes widened as she frantically grabbed your trashcan that was sitting next to your desk and just in the nick of time was able to align it with your stream of vomit that expelled itself from your body.

Rose grimaced while looking away and excused herself to fetch some water for you to take your medicine with and leave Roxy on the more… on hands care.

Roxy ran her hand up and down your back and continued these ministrations while you heaved your heart out into the luckily previously empty bin as you clutched it close to your body.

Rose walked back in with a tall glass of water and sat them on your nightstand and gave Roxy a nod before motioning with her thumb towards the kitchen and left as quickly as she came.

The older blond shook out a couple tablets from the bottle before twisting it back and grabbed the glass of water with the other before handing one at a time to you for you to take.

You popped the pills into your mouth before downing it with a few gulps of water, relishing in how it coated your dry and scratchy throat. You handed the glass back to Roxy and laid your head back onto your pillow as your eyes began to get heavier. When the weight got too much you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep.

You stirred at the sound of feet against your floors growing closer as you lazily opened a eyelid, vision blurry. The figure still a mix of colors until you rubbed at your eyes and stared up at them.

Dave’s mouth lifted in a half smile, the dimples on his cheeks over prominent. He leaned down to sit a tray with a steaming bowl of what you assumed was soup. And it smelled heavenly to your emptied stomach.

You managed to rise to a sitting position and reached over to take a few small sips from the refilled glass of water by your bedside, bendy straw of your favorite color stuck up from the top.

You tested bigger sips from the colorful straw. Your throat felt a lot less hoarse, the cool liquid only helping in that regard. “Water has never felt as good as it does right now.” You sighed happily in relief. “Now this soup? Looks fucking amazing.”

You twirled the soup and it’s contents around with her spoon, admiring the different colors of ingredients faintly vortexed as you did so. The steam coming off from it hitting your nostrils pleasantly.

“Dirk and Rose made that for you. You should’ve seen Roxy when she peeled out of here to head to the market just to get the ingredients for it. Dirk looked as if he was gonna die by how he held onto the handle on the door.” Dave replied. The small chuckle emitting from his lips made you do so yourself as well.

“They didn’t have to go through all that trouble.” You told him with a small smile.

You gave the soup a couple more stirs before lifting a moderately sized amount to your lips, noting to blow on it softly as not to spill.

The soup tasted as amazing as it smelled. The veggies weren’t cooked to mush as most canned ones would be, and the broth you felt you could drink straight out if it had cooled down a bit more to where it wouldn’t scaled your tongue. The small bits of chicken that accompanied the twisted egg noodles added more substance and made your tummy all the more happy to continue eating.

Dave watched you eat quietly, relieved that you seemed to be getting back to your usual self. He wouldn’t say it aloud, but he was more anxious than he first thought when you walked in the kitchen that morning with her cosmic blanket wrapped around your form. You looked so pale, your usually color was absent from your face.

He crossed his legs on your bed, one lifted up to where he could rest his chin on top of. His red eyes peering through the vague color of his ever prominent sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. “Taste good?”

You hummed audibly, scooping up another spoonful. “Like is was blessed from God.” You returned as you did a small kiss theatrically.

This caused Dave to laugh louder compared to the soft chuckle he had done earlier. “Glad to hear it dude.”

Tummy full, and the feeling of death farther than it had been in the past few hours you let out a contented sigh. “That was amazing, thank you guys.” you beamed before taking and downing the rest of your water in a couple gulps. “I feel so much better.”

Dave nodded then reached out to take your now emptied bowel and cup. “Do you want seconds?” he asked while rattling the spoon on the ceramic in one hand. “There’s seriously so much of this. We all have had some and there’s still like half left.”

You nodded almost immediately. “Yes, please. Could I get some apple juice this time too?” you asked while batting your eyelashes, smirk growing bigger when you saw him roll his eyes with the movement of his head.

He used his free hand to ruffle the locks of your hair, which you squeaked out now laughing and batting his hand away.

“For sure.”

[rheiple]

Decoration On Her Hair

-Drabble

▪︎PAIRING/s: Roxanne Wolf x Reader

▪︎WARNINGS: None

You hummed a familiar song, walking back to the daycare with the art supplies in your arms. There are more kids in the daycare today than usual. The art supplies aren't enough, so you thought it'd be nice of you to get more for the other kids.

As you make your way to the daycare, you surprisingly see Roxy close by.

You were about to greet her, but something caught your eye...

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Roxy is patiently waiting for a certain someone. She wanted to talk to them because they caught her interest.

She looked around, and she noticed you... staring at her.. Why are you staring at her?... Is there something on her face? Is her outfit messy? Is there something wrong with her outfit??  Why are you staring so intensely at her-

Wait... She recognizes that kind of look.. Wide eyes, mouth agape.. Are you... admiring her?

She lets out a smug smirk, of course you're admiring her! She's the best after all! Everyone would want to be like her!

She suppose she should talk to you when you're on your break, you must be dying to talk to her, and who is she to deny an admirer?

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You stare at her with wide eyes, thinking to yourself if your eyes are playing tricks on you or if your vision is that bad...

You can't tell, if that's a small black hair clip or a cockroach on her hair... Oh, it just moved. That's definitely a cockroach... Should you tell her there's a cockroach on her hair?

▪︎AUTHOR'S NOTE: If there's any wrong grammar or misspellings please let me know, it would be a big help and i'll be sure to fix it quickly! I hope you guys enjoyed reading this!! Advice and constructive criticism are welcome. :]

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if this is okay and you still do requests.. could you please expand on chica and roxy's sides about how they'd help with sensory overload? i really like how you wrote about them and it made me comfy after having my own overload a while ago. thank you ur writing is awesome :]

of course thank you so much omg 🥺💗

Helping you with Sensory Overload Continued! (Chica and Roxy edition!)

💕Chica🐔

- Along with calisthenics, Mazercise also offered yoga and guided meditation classes for a short time - Even though the program was discontinued, she still has all the information in her system, so she can bring you back into the present as gently as possible - “Alright, (Y/N), breath in-two-three-four and out-two-three-four…” “Keep it up, you’re doing great!”

💚Roxy🐺

- Even though she loves to be in the spotlight, she’s more than willing to take some time away from her crowds of fans to be with you - She’ll camp out with you in private for as long as you need, only driving off to grab you some water or food - “I’ll be right back, (Y/N), don’t worry! If I can make it around this track in less than a minute, imagine how fast I can grab you a drink!” - Her eyes will be constantly scanning as you sit together, ready to scare off anyone who might be coming too close

[sunny-day-dream]

Okay, I’m afab but use he/they pronouns and the thought of Roxy just fucking destroying someone with the same pronouns.

“Such a good boy. Takin’ my knot so fucking well.” Her eyes scanning down on her partner as they writhe and moan and Buck back into her thrusts. “Yeah, good, good. Take this cock and my fuckin’ knot.”

She’d be so into dirty talking and definitely having whoever she’s fucking praise her too if they’re both in the mood.

Oh god I just had a thought, Roxy in a rut! Her scent filling her green room and her partner doesn’t know and her begging and begging to fuck them, to knot them and have them trembling under her touch.

-Roxy anon

This is such a mood and I’m here for it 👌😩