summaries... are Hard...

My first time participating in the TTM 60 minutes challenge and it's a 20-minute doodle about a rareship OT4? *side-eyes self* well! the idea for this fic collection has been percolating for a while so I thought what the hell~ yet ANOTHER sporadically updated hot mess of AUs, semi-canon, and ships. Rosawatts and Linwin are here, but so are other combos and a heaping helping of polyamory, fair warning. also fair warning, probably none of it will make sense! ^w^

"If you laugh, blessings will come your way." Roxie had seen that in a fortune cookie once and rolled her eyes, as one was contractually obligated to do with any cookie fortunes. Who knows why it came to mind right now, but she was sleepy and cozy and full of one too many fresh brownies, so she hopped on the train of thought.

She was the one most prone to laughter. Lord knows her bubbliness had been poked and prodded by others enough to make her do some soul-searching over the years. Even now, very rarely, she'd have pricks of doubt over her own nature. But she was as comfortable as she could be with herself, knew that she was genuine to a fault sometimes. So maybe... maybe that sappy fortune held a tiny bit of truth.

Not that she was trying to pass what had happened in her life and what she'd done off to some outside force, hell no! It's just, like anyone, Roxanne Winters had moments where she marveled at how lucky she was. This was one of them. Just how on earth did she find love with people as different, as wonderful, as crazy as these three?

She didn't believe in destiny, either. Not really. But working all together at the same job, facing the same trials... That thought floated away with a mental shrug. She yawned, stretched, and looked around her.

On the other end of the couch, tucked into the corner. Eva had fallen asleep in Rob's lap. He had his eyes closed, but Roxie wasn't sure if he was asleep or meditating. Evatating, supplied a voice in her head, sounding a bit Neil-ish, and she held back a snortlaugh with valiant effort.

Speaking of Neil... That explained why her shoulder was asleep. She scooted gently away, quietly imitating a nosediving plane as Neil slumped further without her support. When she finally stood he was sprawled out, glasses askew, and already reaching out in his sleep for the other two.

She bustled about collecting plates and balled-up napkins, putting things in the dishwasher, and she couldn't help humming while she did. Once she was done, she turned back to the couch, prepared to wake the others up.

They were all looking at her. Eva with a gentle smile, Rob just gazing, and Neil- well, maybe he was half-asleep and coincidentally staring in her direction, but the important thing was his chin was resting on Eva's head and she didn't seem to care.

Roxie grinned and moved to join them.