#im a postman main now

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hello !!! was just wondering, is it alright to draw your phighting designs? of course with credit !! ^_^

EEP HIIII ‼️ OFC!! im so glad im getting people asking questions like these lol ive nevr thought of stating that anywhere but now i can!

for future reference and anyone else who might be wondering, this is always okay even for other stuff too !! not just phighting :)

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[todayisafridaynight]

ik a mention rgg nerfing ttm's features when modelin sawashiro every five minutes but they really had to cause aint no way in hell would a been intimated by this bruv if they didnt

[apocalypseofgoodandevil]

Forsakeners... please someone tell me they see the vision with this song...

LIKE WITH EVERY FORSAKENER...

Maybe 1x / shed and coolkidd / oo7 focused.. lemme get the lyrics n assign them below. Maybe writing a storyboard below

[Intro, panning from survivors depending on the lyric]

Swinging for the fences (panning the lobby area, checking on what each of the survivors are doing)

Hanging from the moon (focuses on the cabin where the idiots are)

I cut my tongue on the rust of a silver spoon (elliot maybe?)

I bet my billionth bottom dollar on a hopeless case (chance)

And now the devil on my shoulder has a knife to my face (shed maybe? Referring the devil as 1x or his hatred)

[Main part, both killer and survivors here]

Sometimes the short end of the stick is the sharpest (two time)

Sometimes the only road to take is the darkest (two time)

Sometimes all you gotta say is "Daddy, make it go away" (coolkidd)

Sometimes the only way out is as a carcass (Guest)

[Another part, idk what to do here im ngl maybe john doe?]

Chimp with a cigarette in a fifty cent zoo

Thanks God he ain't in the circus while he's watching you

I got too close to the furnace

I've been on both sides of the glass

But ain't nobody made a monkey out my monkey ass

Sometimes the short end of the stick is the sharpest (two time holding the dagger)

Sometimes the only road to take is the darkest (two time over azures body)

Sometimes all you gotta say is "Daddy, make it go away" (coolkidd, younger, crying into oo7n7's arms)

Sometimes the only way out is as a carcass (guest)

Sometimes you gotta finish what you shouldn't have started (shedletsky)

Sometimes you gotta shoot before you see the target (chance)

Sometimes Daddy's gonna say, "You're not worth the price to pay" (oo7n7)

Sometimes the tunnel only leads to darkness (idfk dusekkar or taph)

[1x and shedletsky focused, 1x is singing as he torments shed]

You built this ship (you did, you did)

And you'll go down with it

[1x stabs shed and yk cutscene as music part]

[Noob focused, maybe a flashback before bro got sent to spectre hell]

Racing toward the mailbox

With a letter in your hand

But the postman's gone away, and you begin to understand

[Panning to present, noob face to face with guest 666]

That you're no hero to this story

You're just another wretched pawn

Who bought his tickets to the sideshow

And then slept through the alarm

[Main part agaain]

Sometimes the short end of the stick is the sharpest (two time)

Sometimes the only road to take is the darkest (azure)

Sometimes all you gotta say is "Daddy, make it go away" (coolkidd)

Sometimes the only way out is as a carcass (guest)

Sometimes you gotta finish what you shouldn't have started (shedletsky)

Sometimes you gotta shoot before you see the target (chance)

Sometimes Daddy's gonna say, "You're not worth the price to pay" (oo7n7)

Sometimes the tunnel only leads to darkness (duse or taph idfk)

[Main part times two. Maybe more dramatic or au versions...]

Sometimes the short end of the stick is the sharpest (azure)

Sometimes the only road to take is the darkest (two time)

Sometimes all you gotta say is "Daddy, make it go away" (guest's kid i forgot her name)

Sometimes the only way out is as a carcass (guest)

Sometimes you gotta finish what you shouldn't have started (shed)

Sometimes you gotta shoot before you see the target (chance, maybe facing off with taph)

Sometimes Daddy's gonna say, "You're not worth the price to pay" (oo7n7, prolly using his gui to get away from coolkidd idk)

Sometimes the tunnel only leads to darkness (everyone lmao)

You built this ship

And you'll go down with it (1x again.. or maybe all the killers? Who knows)

[tagapagsalaysay]

Quick facts for ihs

It's called "i hate spelunking" because of its setting. it sets up our relationship with the story since the characters have a different worldview; we know its a cave system, or some large structure enclosed in a sphere. they dont! this sphere is called B*, but pronounced as BA-tala

its also a catchall for my oc universe, but there is a main story which im referring to

themes and tidbits

cultural erosion + "imperialism has won". ihs is set in a future philippines that is drastically different from it is now. while its true physically, this is also prominent culturally, where most cannot speak old languages or even... read

eschatology. this is not just the future but the Far Future, set trillions of years later. entropy has long set in. people still exist, surprisingly. most of the characters live blissfully unaware, and the few who know are left to figure out what to do

immortality + deep time. everyone is immortal and no one knows why or how. the definition of humanity is tested through multiple consequences. other than the long lifespan, the consistency of human flesh has changed into something more malleable.

digital dark age. something clearly happened in the gazillion years that have passed, causing society to return to a "primitive state". While not all technology lost to entropy, the current consensus is to not look back.

while this story has a ton of Implications, the main characters live in relative peacetime. whether other states exist and whether ph actually still exists in the future is up to interpretation...

main characters quickly

suzy - extremely tall lady, very offputting, but she means well. likes math and gardening.

paz - local courier/postman who still tries their best. eternally curious but minds their own business.

hopper - currently a runner for irene, but also training to be a mechanic.

cricket - another runner for irene. does a lot of bike tricks. likes an ancient transportation vehicle called the train.

irene - local historian and writer for the town. well known elder that everyone likes, but is just a bit sketchy

petra - local librarian and archivist. works alongside her sister. dabbles in art and linguistics.

[edeneffect]

the one game i like the karma system in is InFamous (edit after im done writing: i know this goes off topic p quick, i just hate the "waow karma system so cool it changes the entire game" and it changes like, a singular line of dialogue in a cutscene at the end thing that so many games do)

SPECIFICALLY THE FIRST ONE (the others are good too but kinda fuck up the morality system)

basically you play as a postman who has a package detonate and blow up half a city which absorbs the life of tons of people and put it in him giving him superpowers, naturally the city is plunged into chaos and people are throwing rocks at you and cussing you out bc to their understanding and according to all the news broadcasts YOU did it, now why is this important?

well. you, the postman, cole. now live in a city thats been locked down with all these people that think youre an asshole, your powers are tied to your morality and realistically either path you take is reasonable, sure, if i thought someone killed my friends and family i would be mad at them but thats not really their fault, its a misunderstanding but also you didnt knowingly do it, additionally...

THERE ARE BENEFITS AND DISADVANTAGES TO DOING CERTAIN MORAL ACTIONS

your good guy playthough could have you bio-leeching(forcefully absorbing all the electricity from their bodies) people instead of saving them, especially on harder difficulties because it heals you and recharges your electricity-based powers.

the evil playthough is a fair bit easier bc like... its easier to be an asshole, but i like that bc the boyscout ending is earned. you put the effort into being a good person and made sacrifices the main story missions literally alter depending on what option you pick.

it doesnt alter the full game and give you different story missions but thats not how this story works, whether you're a hero or an asshole the road stays the same, its how you get there (something the later infamous games mess up)

it does fall into the "pick a route and lock into the ending you want based on the first choice you make" camp a lil bit (not as much as the other 2 games but you have powerups linked to specifica karma ranks and its a linear scale)

its not perfect but A/ it came out in 2009 when the trend was just taking off B/ it does a better job at it than games that are still coming out C/ it was made by sucker punch who made sly cooper and ghost of tsushima so it goes hard

Game Trailer:

“YOUR CHOICES MATTER!”

“THE WORLD IS THE ACTIONS YOU CHOOSE!”

“EVERY CHARACTER FORMS A UNIQUE BOND!”

“YOU MAKE YOUR OWN HISTORY!”

Actual Game:

“So this is the good choice, this is the bad choice, we have two endings and a secret third ending if you do things weird, and also you can only form relationships with these three people and they’re all the most boring characters in our game and their only real relationship purpose is to be part of a 15 second sexy cutscene.”

[chambercultist]

actually im gonna try making one of those fake dash posts now. with my fanventure version of alternia..

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#ok i did 4 posts.. thats enough i need to go 2 bed...

🧵 highblood-hater

i dont reaally see whyy the fraancium waas so importaant.. if theyy were then wouldnt we know whaat theyy even fucking did

🧵 highblood-hater

honestlyy dni if yyou think theyyre even REAAL yyoure aall freaaks. yyall probaably supported the whole "revolution" naame yyou fucking weirdos

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🍜 greetings-purrbeast

cod what i wouldnt give to be fuchsia.. pink blood, just think about it!!!! im so happy our fuchsia is part of this community, hes so lucky to have pretty pink blood o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

🌹 flornc-postman

dud hav you sen him hs so dumb h litrally tlls popl to kill thmslvs for not liking his fav

🍜 greetings-purrbeast

(⊙_⊙)？who gives a shit man he has PINK BLOOD

#like who even cares who his troll genshin impact main is #this plants fuchsia plays troll genshin impact in the first place #how cool is that O(∩_∩)O

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🐱‍👤 apostates-ex-wife

u GUYS i think the mutant girl down the street from me is an ALIEN ??? its so obvious shes not even a TROLL

🎶 mutant-rights-blog

do you realize how fucking disrespectful you're being right now????? calling a fellow mutant a fucking ALIEN? imagine thinking this is a normal thing to say

🐱‍👤 apostates-ex-wife

shes LITERALLY wearing her horns on a HEADBAND

🎶 mutant-rights-blog

stupid fucking highbloods

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🎻 future-4eva

h4s 4nyone seen the tomorrow tr4veler because holy shit....

🎻 future-4eva

like h4s 4nyone seen them in the p4st few hundred sweeps .i think they might be de4d or something i h4vent seen them in history books l4tely

🎻 future-4eva

but 4lso i should c4ll them

#sorry im ins4ne 4bout them theyre so #t4xt

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[taepioca]

Dear mr. Postman ...

[theunconcernedembalmer]

Oh my god Demi as Diluc. WE STAN DEMILUC IN THIS HOUSE!

demi drinking grape juice at the bar? more likely than you think

[faerociousbeast]

us luca mains have it tough

[abandonedshops]

every day i wake up i think about victor grantz for 16 hours and then i go to sleep

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Away From Home

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Captain America: The First Avenger

Pairing: 1940s! Bucky Barnes x Female! Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky are half a world apart. How are they holding up without each other? ft. some love letters!

Word Count: 1644

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, hint of smut, angst, talk about war, mention of suicide. Please read at your own risk!

Authors Note: Just want to thank my beautiful wife @buckybarnesdiaries for hyping me up with this series! Not everything may be accurate to the 1940s, war or Bucky’s story. My apologies! Enjoy loves <3

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It wasn’t easy being all alone without your other half, but you managed to fill up your day with fun and responsibilities to take your mind off it. The women at the office missed their husbands immensely, just like yourself, so it was good that you all took comfort in one another. It was good to talk with them about the shared feelings of fear and uncertainty that came with the men going off to war.

The office work that was ordinarily boring to you became very interesting as your bosses ordered you around. At home, you had organized your various pieces of literature more times than what was necessary. You couldn’t either count how many times you’ve gone “I missed a spot” on the kitchen counter when it was nothing there in reality.

When there was nothing at home to do, you called up your girlfriends, hoping they would be willing to go out on the town. The few times they were up for it, you forgot all about the hurt inside as you danced the night away with your best friends.

Bucky's parents could come and go as they pleased. Your house was their house; whenever they wanted to drop by, they could. On the weekends, they would invite you home to their residence for dinner and drinks. It was sweet of them to ask you. You already had a strong relationship with them that only increased with you spending more time with your parents-in-law.

The stories they would tell you about James growing up in Indiana with his siblings were stored in your memories to use late at night when you couldn’t sleep. Those thoughts would turn into dreams and scenarios of him and your child that you would hopefully get pregnant with soon.

On the few occasions his parents and your girlfriends had other plans, you sat mostly inside staring at one spot on the wall. The book by your side would only be read a few pages before it was placed to the side again so you could continue gawking at the flower patterns on the wall.

That’s how you were sat now. The television was on, but you weren’t paying attention to the boring movie you had watched countless times playing on the screen. You decided that you would write another letter to James. Writing letters to your husband and receiving letters from him was the thing that brought you joy and was the closest you could come to him for the time being. Picking up the pen and paper, the words flowed easily as you wrote.

~~~~~~~~~~

My Dearest,

I feel I must write you again altho there is not much news to tell you from the last time I wrote. Work is keeping me busy, while your parents’ comfort and the fun my girlfriends are bringing keeps me content. I dreamt last night my husband. I dreamt about a child. Our child. A child that will bring us love and joy in the future.

I miss you terribly, my love. I miss the warmth from your touch as we are tangled in the sheets together. I miss the softness of your voice as the words whispered in my ear are meant for me only. I miss your laugh filling up the house that feels so empty now without you. I miss you. There is nothing more that I desire in life but to have you with me constantly.

I wonder how you are getting along, my love. I shall be so relieved to get a letter from you. I can’t help feeling a bit anxious for you, my dear. Thinking about what you are going through in the gruesome war overseas. I pray to whatever higher power exists for you to survive and come home to me in my arms.

Well, my husband, my brave soldier, I don’t know what more to say now, so I will finish this letter with fondest love and kisses from your wife.

I love you the most. From yours truly,

xoxo

~~~~~~~~~~

You sealed up the envelope containing your love letter for your husband, your other half, your soul mate, and hoped that it would bring him a hint of delight in his usual dark, empty and deadly war days.

Somewhere in hostile Germany…

With barely enough sleep from the night before, Bucky rested his eyes for the few minutes they had before it was out on another day of fighting the opposition. The faint sound of bombs dropping was heard in the distance. His heart started pumping in both fear and excitement to be out there again.

As his eyes were closed, he sat and wondered what his wife was up to at the moment. You were most likely at work. What would you have for dinner later? Something good, he hoped. It would at least be ten times better than what he ate for breakfast, soggy bread with a slice of cheese on top.

His mouth watered at the thought of a homemade meal from you right now. You always made the tastiest and fulfilling dinners.

What were you doing after? Out with your girlfriends? Were his parents coming to visit? Either way, he hoped you had the most beautiful time being as carefree as you always were.

When the darkness came, and it was time for bed, what would you be doing? Had the day been exhausting that you dropped dead on the covers as soon your head hit the pillow, or would you stay up and think about him?

His mind started racing to you, touching yourself dead at night while you remembered the last time the two of you were intimate. The thought about you moaning his name so softly and innocently had him adjusting himself in the seat.

Not now, Buck. We have to leave soon. There’s no time for that now.

“BARNES! Post for you.”

Once he had the letter in hand, he immediately knew it was you from the little drawing you drew on the envelope. You always did some form of artwork on it that had his heart warm up.

A single tear ran down his cheek after finishing the heartwarming letter. He could never fully express to you and his parents how these letters had saved him when he needed it the most. When he had thought about ending it all after watching the inhumane things he had witnessed that no human should ever have to see, the pieces of love from you and his family were what kept him going.

There was still some time left before they had to go out to war again. So he took that chance at writing a reply to his wife.

~~~~~~~~~~

My Darling,

Thank you for the heartwarming letter. It found me well in the time when I needed it the most. I so long to be close to you. Trust my love that I do not forget you. I am doing everything in my power so that these few lines reach you.

I am happy to hear that you are keeping yourself busy with work, friends, and family. I’m jealous.

I miss you terribly, my love. If only we could be together soon. I’d give anything to be back in the comfort of your arms. To be tangled in the sheets together. To feel you wrapped so tightly around me in all the ways possible. To hear your laugh that fills my heart with warmth and butterflies. Soon my love, soon.

A child? I’ll give you as many children as you want when I return safely to you. We will buy a big house out in the countryside to raise our children and grow old if that’s what my wife desires.

The war? I don’t know what there is to say? I won’t sugarcoat it. The war is brutal and gruesome. It is something I don’t even wish upon my worst enemy to experience the things I’ve seen and gone through. Don’t be alarmed, my love, by the words you just read. As long as I have you in my mind, I can make it through the days and nights.

There is not much more for the time being to write to you. Just know that I am coming back to you after the terrible war is over.

I love you the most. From your brave soldier,

xoxo

~~~~~~~~~~

He sealed it up in an envelope, and he once again hoped that this wouldn’t be the last letter he ever wrote to you.

A few weeks later…

You waited anxiously out on the steps of your home for the postman to arrive. Legs were bouncing up and down in anticipation if today was the day a new letter from James would arrive.

“Morning, ma’am,” the postman nodded at you. By now, he knew very well who you were as he would find you most days waiting for him to bring you the mail.

“I believe this is yours.” He handed you a single letter. A smile on his face once he saw the excitement on yours when you realize it was from your husband.

“Thank you, George.”

“Have a wonderful day, Y/N.” “You too.”

You opened it right there on the steps. There was no time to walk a few meters into the house to read it.

You took the time to read the lines on the paper written by your love. Sadness came over you as you read the part about war, but a smile was left on your lips nonetheless after you had read the whole thing a few times over.

You clutched it to your heart. To try and feel that extra bit of love that radiated off it. A few tears rolled down your cheeks.

Soon my love. Soon you will be back safe and sound in my arms again.

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[hollypies]

The lore in the new season is so sad it made us cry a little :(( OH, YOU GOT THE SEASON PASS?? NICE... we wanna get it so bad purely for the wounded warrior mask that's sooo pretty of a mask and we think it'll pair well with some of the season of shattering dark plant cosmetics

Also also we so wanna commission you once we get the money . the issue is getting the money. so that'll happen... eventually. hopefully we can get the money Before your slots close, but whatever happens happens

Ooooygh yeah the! This new season is really kicking us in the feelings huh! Like!!!! Ouch!!! And yeah the wounded warrior mask will probably match pretty well! Plant stuff specifically! Hehe blue

And OUGH !!! Commission for me? Jsgshsjak! Genuinely, if you all have ever the money and want to Commission me I'd be happy to do it!!! My coms aren't ever gonna close I don't think? I dont have a lot of people asking for stuff so I'm pretty open lol. Plus i just uh, lost my main sorce of income so! Probablythe last sky stuff im gonna buy for a bit was the season pass. Oof!

Basically dw about commissioning me and get your season pass first if uou can cuz my coms will pretty much alwasy be open! Mwah!

Oooh btw Days of Love is gonna be here soon!! It has a flower crown for 15 hearts I think?? 15 or 25! It's super cute! And after Days of Love there is Days of Bloom! The only issue I have is that TGC is really uh. Cranking up candle prices :( . I think its so that ppl buy the candle packs for real money. It feels like every Days of event the prices get higher :/

Jsgshsjsjs REGARDLESS!!! im gonna get that flower crown heheheheh!!!

OH YEAH what's you alls thoughts on the Days of Fortune Bunny Mask? I think its so cuuuute and it's really cool that tgc made it more unique! It used to be more like the Peeking Postman mask but now it's more shaped

[theunconcernedembalmer]

I’ll let you know where your coffin is so don’t kite there, alright?

Oh, you're willing to... get tunneled? I'm afraid I'll be the first to go though @theunconcernedembalmer (hi i already love ur blog and ur nort and omg forgetting the scar is a big mood kjshakfjhkj)

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[georgefancys]

Tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better!

Tagged by @wherehefoundtheporcupine and @lieutenantmalcolmreed on my main acc, thanks!!

Top 3 ships: talking Morseverse, probably Shirley/George, Morse/Max, and Morse/Anthony. Special mention to my boys PC Rich and John the Postman.

Lipstick or chapstick: i prefer lipstick tbh

Last song listened to: i’m currently listening to my writing playlist since im meant to be doing writing but instead im on tumblr, and currently playing is ‘This Time There’s Three of Us’ from the DW soundtrack

Last film watched: i watched An American Werewolf in London last night because we watched the transformation scene in my creative writing class. It is... a fucked up movie. One of the sisters from Call the Midwife is in it tho

Currently reading: The Way Through the Woods, but it’s been put on hold a lil bit because i started listening to The Magnus Archives on sunday and i’ve become the teensiest bit obsessed

What shows are you currently watching: rewatching Inspector Morse, im technically rewatching Endeavour put the only one i have left is Icarus (bc i watched season 6 just before season 7 aired) and my mental health is NOT up to Icarus right about now. I also still have one episode of The Witcher to watch, and I’ve just finished The Haunting of Hill House which side note is really fucking good.

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[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Five Ways of Saying I Love You

Pairing: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x Reader

Summary: Five ways that Roger shows her he loves her

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Sorry it’s been a few days since I’ve posted anything - please let me know what you think of it! I love hearing what all of you have to say about my writing! And remember that I reply with my main blog @ijustreallylovezebras, I hope you all had wonderful days xx

Roger wasn’t good with telling Y/N he loved her. She knew he did, and she knew that she loved him too - he was well aware of it as well, she was constantly reminding him. Roger just wasn’t good at saying it.

He could show it though, he was really good at showing it.

“I’m going to really miss you,” Y/N sighed, resting her head on his bare chest, tracing careful shapes onto his pale skin. Roger twined his fingers through her hair, gently tugging the knots out of it.

“I’m going to miss you too, Princess,” he murmured, lacing his free hand with her small one - the one that wasn’t resting on his chest. Y/N gave their hands a squeeze before placing a gentle kiss to his hand. “You could still come with me, the boys wouldn’t mind - they’d love it to be honest,” Roger said and Y/N moved her head to give him a sad smile.

“I can’t do that, Rog,”

“I know, it’s a nice thought though,” Roger sighed, squeezing her hand again.

“What time are you leaving, again?” She asked, cuddling closer into his chest.

“Six in the morning,” Roger groaned. “I’ll leave you asleep, Princess,”

“Don’t! I want to say goodbye to you,” Y/N whined, kissing his bare skin and Roger shivered at the action, a soft smile forming on his face again.

“Six is really early, Darling,” he pointed out but Y/N shook her head.

“It’s worth it for you,” she declared and Roger chuckled.

“You’re so cute,”

“I love you,” Roger hugged her a little tighter and he felt her smile against his chest.

The next morning, Roger woke at five, carefully sliding out from under his girlfriend, who was asleep on his chest. He brushed some hair from her face, smiling down at her, feeling himself falling further in love with her. He changed quickly, running a brush through his hair.

“Princess?” Roger whispered, gently shaking her shoulder. Y/N let out a quiet moan as she blinked her eyes open. A wide smile took over her face upon seeing Roger and she reached up to rub her eyes but Roger caught her hands in his. “Don’t wake up properly, Y/N/N, I’m leaving now okay? Go back to sleep and I’ll see you in six weeks,” he said, keeping his voice low and quiet before leaning to press a kiss against her forehead. Then he straightened up, turning to leave the room. 

“Wait - Rog!” Y/N called, swinging her legs out of bed and running to him, jumping up to hug him from behind.

“Princess,” Roger laughed, turning around and hugging her back tightly. “I’ll miss you,” he said and Y/N looked up, eyes cloudy, and pressed her lips firmly against his.

“I’ll miss you too,” she whispered. Roger gave her a gentle smile, kissing her once more.

“Get some rest, Princess,”

“Rock the world, Rog,”

“Just for you, Y/N/N,” he murmured and then picked her up, placing her back under the covers and kissing her forehead. “Have a good day at work,”

“I love you,” she called quietly as he left the room. Roger turned only to blow her another kiss, the words drying up in his mouth. 

When Y/N woke later that morning, a sadness weighed on her chest upon remembering the absence of Roger’s presence. She sighed and pushed herself out of bed, wrapping herself up in one of his jumpers that he had left behind. She trudged into the kitchen, and stopped, her brows furrowing at the appearance of a box on the table with her name scrawled across the top in Roger’s messy handwriting.

She opened it and her eyes welled up with tears at the image of dozens of envelopes each addressed to her.

Even though he didn’t say it very much, Y/N could tell that Roger loved her.

Since going on tour two weeks ago, Roger had called Y/N up every night without fail to talk to her and ask about her day, make sure she was okay and happy and not missing him too much. The last question always made her laugh, because of course she was missing him an extraordinarily large amount. But tonight Roger had warned her that he probably wouldn’t be able to call, as the boys were all going to a party that started straight after the concert, the time that Roger usually reserved for talking to the love of his life.

Which was why Y/N was confused as to why the phone was ringing. 

“Rog? Aren’t you at a party?” Y/N asked as she furrowed her brows and tugged her hand through her messy hair.

“Yeah - I just missed you too much,” she could tell from the slight slur of his voice that he was drunk.

“I miss you too, Rog,”

“I felt bad for not calling you tonight,” he explained, sounding disappointed in himself. Y/N gave a quiet laugh, shaking her head.

“You have a busy life, Darling, you don’t need to worry about it,” she assured him and Roger whined a little.

“You’re too good for me,” he declared. Y/N laughed, shaking her head despite knowing that Roger wouldn’t be able to see her.

“That’s the opposite of true,”

“You’re perfect,”

“You’re so cute,”  she told him. “But you should definitely go enjoy your party,”

“I have more fun talking to you than I have at any party,” Roger informed her seriously and Y/N giggled at his words.

“If you don’t go to the party then you know Freddie will give both of us a hard time about it,” Y/N pointed out. Roger groaned.

“I just miss you so so so so so much,”

“I miss you lots too,” Y/N’s voice was quiet and Roger easily picked up on her sad tone.

“Don’t be sad!” He demanded. “I’ll be back before you know it,”

“I love you,” Roger smiled, as he always did when Y/N told him that.

“I don’t want to hang up,” Roger pouted and Y/N chuckled. Roger could almost see her shaking her head at him.

“Go and have fun, Rog, I don’t want to hold you back,”

“You never hold me back! I like talking to you!” He protested. Y/N covered her mouth to contain her joyful giggle.

“You’re very drunk, Rog,”

“Calling you was all I could think about,” he admitted quietly in response. Silence settled over the phone as his words sunk in. Y/N bit her lip to stop her smile from stretching too wide. “You’re all I think about,”

Y/N grinned as her took the box from the postman, nodding her thanks to him.

“Have a nice day,” she called after him as he set off back down her driveway. He paused to wave back at her but Y/N had already turned around, eager to open the package.

She had somewhat anticipated it’s arrival - Roger had been dropping hints for the past week, ever since he called her drunk only two weeks into the tour to tell her how much he missed her.

So she had expected something. A letter or a postcard. While Roger had provided her with a shoebox full of letters at the beginning of his tour, he always sent her either a post card or a letter when the boys neared their halfway point. He always admitted to her that he found his written word easier to express his feelings with.

Y/N rumaged through her kitchen draws and picked out a knife, slicing open the box with ease and folding the flaps over, being greeted immediately by the expected postcard. 

She turned it over in excitement.

Hey Princess,

For some reason this tour I’m missing you now more than ever - from our conversations it seems as though you’re feeling the same. So I’ve been buying shit along the way that I thought would either cheer you up or make you think of me or laugh or something. Don’t want my girl missing me too much.

Always yours,

Rog

As always, he had signed off the note with a smily face and three kisses. Y/N beamed at the message, feeling her eyes brim with tears at the thoughtfulness of her boyfriend.

Inside the box lay a teddybear with a cheesy ‘I love you!” shirt on, a pair of drumsticks, one of which had been broken (this was accompanied by another note explaining how Roger had broken them in a show when he was missing her particularly much, a story that, while cute, Y/N didn’t believe for a second as she knew it was the pair that John had told her Roger through at Brian’s head during an argument), there was three of his button up shirts, a box of chocolates and two books that Y/N had been wanting to read for a while but had never gotten around to purchasing.

She stepped away from the box, holding the bear in her hands and hugged it tightly to her chest, letting out soft sobs as she felt the full weight of Roger’s love for her.

Since Roger had returned from tour a week and a half ago, everything had been perfect. Almost perfect. Y/N had been feeling as though she had hardly seen her boyfriend, he was always practicing with the band and, while she understood that the band was important, one of the most important things in Roger’s life, she had missed him.

After expressing these feelings to Roger the previous evening, he had invited his girlfriend to join the band at practice the following day, once Y/N had finished her shift at work. He had been feeling much the same as she had, if he was being honest. While he understood Freddie’s keenness to write the next album so they could start recording ASAP, he wanted nothing more than to spend a little while with Y/N in the comfort of their home. 

She was his priority.

“Y/N!” John was the first to notice her presence as she awkwardly moved into the room. John and Y/N had always been close - the two more soft-spoken members of their band-family had gravitated towards each other in a way that Roger had only hoped they would.

Roger raised his eyebrows as the bassist was quick to cross the room and embrace his girlfriend in a hug.

“Rog said you were coming today!” John beamed. Said drummer stood from behind his kit and joined the two. Freddie gave a dramatic sigh before giving in and joining the group, seeing Brian placing down his guitar as well.

Roger was quick to place his arm around her waist and kiss her cheek. an action that she grinned at, leaning further into his loving touch.

“She’s my priority,” Roger pointed out to John.

“What about the band?” Freddie asked with a raised eyebrow, quickly hugging Y/N in greeting.

“The band’s my other priority, obviously. I play better with her here anyway,” Roger declared, winking at his girlfriend, who shoved his shoulder playfully, the action making him laugh.

“I’m already in love with you, Rog, you don’t need to flirt to bad anymore,” Y/N teased and Roger chuckled, kissing her lips.

“Has he even told you he loves you back?” John asked Y/N later, when Roger and Brian had both returned to their instruments, trying to fit the song together. Freddie was sat in the corner, listening to them with his eyes closed, calculating their next move in the song, as he often did.

“Yeah he has,” Y/N assures her friend quickly.

“He didn’t say it earlier, that’s all,” Y/N smiled at John, shaking her head a little.

“Rog doesn’t like saying it so much - but I know it anyway, he makes sure of it,”

“How’d you mean?”

“It’s the little things, Deaky, like inviting me here today, just so we could spend more time together, or like yesterday when he came home even just an hour earlier to help me cook because he knew I’d been feeling down,”

“That’s sweet,” Y/N’s eyes wandered over to Roger, as they always did. Her blond haired drummer caught her eye and offered her a playful wink, causing the smile to widen on her face.

“I’m just lucky I guess,”

Roger grinned when he entered his house to be greeted by the smell of a home cooked meal.

“Princess?” He called, slipping his shoes off of his feet. “I’m home!”

“I’m in the kitchen,” Roger followed the sound of her voice, smiling even wider as he saw her, wrapping his arms around her from behind and bringing her into a tight hug, feeling her relaxing back into his arms.

“It smells good,” he commented, spinning her around and kissing her. Y/N wound her arms around his neck, smiling up at him before leaning up on her tiptoes again to press another kiss to his lips.

“Thanks, how are the boys? Practice?” Her voice was quiet, content and the soft tones of it helped to relax Roger.

“Stressful - Freddie’s being a dick, he was late again, and then shit all over our ideas,”

“You didn’t fight him did you?”

“No,” Roger paused, mulling over his thoughts. “I don’t think it’s his fault anyway,”

“Paul?” Y/N asked and Roger nodded, leaning down to kiss her again.

“He’s changing Freddie,” the drummer sighed and Y/N gave a sad nod.

“Bring him back, Rog, I know you can,”

“I’m so glad I have you in my life,” Roger commented as he watched Y/N draw away from him, plating up dinner. She looked at him over her shoulder, smiling wide.

“You’re such a dork, how could anyone mistake you for a rock king,” she teased. Roger let out a laugh, shaking his head.

“I am a rock legend,” Roger was quick to disagree.

“Who likes to have his hair plaited,” Y/N was laughing as she placed the plates on the table. Roger squeezed her sides as he walked past her and she squealed away from him, glaring at her boyfriend who just gave her a cheeky grin in reply.

“I’m only a sap for you,”

“That’s... reassuring?” She questioned, cocking an eyebrow. Roger beamed and nodded.

“I love you,” he says suddenly. Y/N’s head snapped up. “I know I don’t say it much but I do,”

“I know you do, Rog,” she said, reaching over the table and grabbing his hand. “And I love you too, you don’t need to say it if you don’t want to,”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that sometimes the words don’t seem enough and... you can fake words,” he said. Y/N squeezed his hand tightly, never wanting to let him go.

“I know, Rog. But it’s okay, I understand,”

“You’re my favourite person on Earth,”

“You’re mine as well,”