#youve still got wiggle room. and i know that thats fucked up but like. i cant get myself to give a shit about myself. ive gotten better on

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Can you do #8 NSFW with Aizawa where the reader is his former student who’s interning/ working with the wild wild pussycats during the summer camp and they make her wear those cat uniforms p-please? 😳🥺👉👈 ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵒʳᵏ

Writing Prompts! Number 8, NSFW! “Here,kitty kitty”. For Anon

Yes i can Anon! And thank you so much that makes me so happy hydfrdf 😭 reader is 18! & UA Graduate !

You tugged at your short skirt while you waited for the UA kids to arrive. Youve been fighting with the skirt all day and youre short fluffy tail was no help either. The Wild Wild PussyCats made you wear it so you matched them, and because of youre cat quirk. You looked at the paws they gave you trying to figure out what the purpose of them was..

You were so distracted by youre outfit you did not notice Aizawa walking out if the forest . He blinked when he saw you. Youre tail was wagging and youre little cat ears wiggled around youre headgear. The light pink outfit you had on was really cute to him. He smirked walking over to you.

“Been awhile Y/N.”

You jumped yipping and tried to pull youre skirt down. “Sensei!!? Uhm! I didint know youd be here!!!!”

“Oh? You know i come here every year Y/N with my class.” He leaned down so he was eye level with you. “I brought you here remember?”

Youre face got instantly red and you covered it with youre paws. “Yes Sensei..”

He chuckled standing up straight and placing a hand on youre head . You peaked seeing him . “Its nice to see you again Y/N. All grown up too, and by the way.. you look really cute in that uniform”. His hand moved to youre ear rubbing it gently for a minute.

He heard you purr , he had too. Youre quirk could make you purr very loudly . He smiled moving his hand away . “See you tonight?” He teased .

You jumped and before you could answer he had already walked back to the forest to greet his first student who made it out first. The rest of the day was training the students and thinking about what Aizawa said. Tonight? In his... room??! Did he figure out you had that huge crush on him when you were his student?!? Its okay though right? You were graduated now .

You were so caught up in his words that you found youreself outside his door that night still in youre PussyCat uniform. You did not realize till after you knocked so it was too late to run back to change. The door creaked open and youre heart fluttered in youre chest. He had his hair in a pony tail, youre cheeks flushed red and Aizawa smiled at it , he leaned on the door looking down at you.

“Dont you look cute.” He teased

“ uhm! I can go change if..”

“Shh youll get us caught.” He said pulling you in closing the door.

You stumbled in looking back to see Aizawa leaning on his door with his arms crossed looking at you. “I want to talk about something Y/N.” Slowly he walked past you to go sit down on his bed. “Remember when you were my student?”

“Y-yes Sensei.”

“Did you think i did not notice the huge crush you had on me for three years?”

You jumped hiding behind youre paws. He did know.. of course he did. You were basically a teachers pet .

“Aww Y/N . Its okay. Look at me.”

You moved youre paws away to see him leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Do you still have a crush on me?”

Youre tail spiked making youre skirt lift up . “ ah!!” You whined trying to push it down but it was too late. The little wet spot on youre panties gave him his answer.

“Here Kitty, Kitty...”

Youre heart felt like it froze, you looked up with wide eyes . Did he..? Did he just? He smirked rubbing his thumb and his index finger together and pointing to the space between his legs.

“Cmere kitty. I already took off my capture tape so i cant drag you around like i use to” he teased flashing a smile at you.

He was right.. sometimes during training you got distracted and wandered off. And Aizawa had to drag you back with his capture tape...

You took a step forward only to stop when his hand went up, he tilted his head at you pointing to the ground. You gulped dropping to all fours and crawled over to him between his legs . You sat on youre knees and youre cheeks felt like they were on fire.

“Theres my favorite student, my favorite kitty” he rubbed both of youre ears and youre eyes rolled back in total bliss. You slumped into his thigh enjoying the feeling. “Such a good little kitty , a perfect kitten” he said in a deep voice still rubbing.

One of youre ears wiggled when it felt his hand move away, youre wrist was picked up and he placed youre paw on his pants. You blinked a few times then sat up straight looking up at him then youre paw. Aizawa moved his other hand off youre ear making you whimper . He un did his pants taking his member out and putting youre paw on it looking at you.

He did not have to say anything, youve wanted this for so long, for three years you touched youreself thinking about him, stayed after class almost every day with him , even ate lunch with him sometimes. And if he knew about the crush then.. he probably knew you would wander away on purpose to.

Slowly you rubbed him watching him get harder and harder. His hand returned to youre ear and his other hand pushed youre head closer till you could feel the heat on youre face. It was a little difficult to jerk him with the paws on so you decided to lick him instead. Aizawa’s moan sent youre thighs into a frenzy. He tugged youre ear and you purred on his cock making it twitch from the vibrations in youre throat.

“Mmmf..! Kitten..” he sucked in air trying to remain calm over his excitement.

Youre tail wagged at his words and you purred more while you licked and sucked on his cock. It was wonderful, it was everything you ever wanted . Everything you always wanted . He tugged at youre ear till he could not take it anymore. Gently he pulled you off of him and picked you up scooting back on the bed. You moved youre panties to the side and Aizawa slid you down on him.

“Sensei!!! “ you whined with pleasure. He filled you up perfectly just like you thought he would.

Aizawa squeezed youre thighs as he started to thrust up into you. He watched youre breast bounce in youre tiny top . “Kitten.. mhf.. take the top off..” he squeezed youre thighs moving his hands to youre hips . You quickly pulled the top and youre bra off getting goosebumps from the cold air. Aizawa reached up grabbing both of youre breast making you purr. Youre purring sent vibrations down to youre lower half and Aizawa started to go faster , you leaned over him watching his red face.

“I didint know you could hnf.. make youre pussy vibrate Y/N. Thats quite a talent.” He teased squeezing youre breast while he fucked you.

“Heh thank you.. Sensei.” You laid youre head down in his neck nuzzling into it and slowly started to move youre hips back at him.

“Look at me kitten.”

You lifted youre head and Aizawa gently grabbed youre chin kissing you. Youre tail spazzed again and you instantly came all over his cock . You fell into his kiss melting . Aizawa grabbed youre hips with both hands still kissing you, youre pussy was twitching fron the sensitivity and you felt another release building inside you.

Aizawa broke away panting harder now, he was thrusting fast and digging his nails into youre hips. “Sensei.. mfff.” You mewed at him

“Yes kitty? “ he thrust got a little unsteady

“I wanna be .. youre kitten.”

He smirked moving a hand behind youre head holding it. “Of course you can be my kitten. Youve waited three years for me . Just like i waited for you” he kissed youre happy face and released inside you. You purred releasing again and falling limp in his arms this time. Gently Aizawa pulled himself out of you and laid you back down on him holding you close.

“So after this internship i should expect a lost kitten at my door step?” He teased petting you

You purred into his chest wagging youre tail. “Im not lost anymore Sensei. Ive found my home.”

[illusionlockarchive]

romeos huge rant on comedy, horror, and how they interlap

ok, so. full disclosure, what got me to make this post was this joke post right here.

so the initial premise is funny, haha okay. yeah. oh youre a kid and your punishment at school is that you have to stay at a room full of wasps. its funny because its absurd. it couldnt happen irl. youd think it wouldnt happen irl. youd hope so.

the thing about comedy and horror though? is that they actually operate on very similar concepts.

and that is, the absurd. the uncanny valley. what youre expecting the least. what youre not seeing and not registering. jumpscares are effective if at least to get you to jump, even if they are cheap. meanwhile, jokes where they completely twist your expectations to get you to laugh do the same thing.

it may be hard for you to believe me, but in the end, the bad ending of tattletail is the other side of the same coin as a joke that goes “i swallowed a tablet with some water. everyone on the apple store was terrified of me.”

i have not read the wasp story, but i can guaranteee you, i CAN imagine it being scary, if the right tones are used and suspense is built up nicely. with the right twists and turns, knowing when to keep things quiet and when to blow things out of proportion.

OR it can end up being unintentionally hilarious, if the characters in it are way too cliche to be real and feel more like caricatures of teachers and students, if things are rushed and details lose their meaning and value, if we are just to focus on being an audience watching a kid get chased around by a swarm of wasps, instead of putting ourselves in their place.

im neglecting to mention something though. horror is not the TRUE other side of the coin to comedy. no, thats tragedy. and im sure many more people have heard of that. the two masks used in theater, one happy, the other sad.

and now we come to two very interesting modifiers. im sure youve heard of the term ‘horror comedy’ to refer to a subgenre of horror that does have jokes and silly things still happening, and may not take itself all that seriously. but why is it a specified subgenre? because MOST horror is tragedy.

this is why, despite liking many horror games or even stories, in the end i still dont consider myself someone who actually likes horror as a general genre. most horror focuses on the seriousness of the faults of humans, on our fragility, on all we can lose or are even bound to lose, on the fear that what we feel so confident about having close to us can be snatched away in a second, that our sense of reality can crumble. most horror? doesnt end well.

comedies in general tend to focus on the absurdity of life, on how many silly, strange, or even uncanny situations can happen that can challenge us, but not in a harsh way, but in a way that, despite so many bad things happening, we still get to point and laugh it off and be okay at the end of the day.

literally, all it takes for a tragedy to become a comedy, and vice versa, is a tonal shift. when i told of my idea to create this post to my boyfriend, he backed me up, and told me “the difference between horror and comedy is in the soundtrack and silly sound effects”. hes right.

of course, there are things that you should have the decency to not laugh at, still. to keep your mouth shut and know when to reject. but good comedy knows how to stray away from that, and good tragedy knows how to handle it respectfully without making it torture porn.

so, as horror hinges on tragedy, on the fear that we all know we must face in our lives, because a scream is as natural as laughter, so horror comedies are born as an interesting paradox.

a year or so ago, i got the opportunity to watch the banana splits syfy movie. i was a huge fan of the banana splits as a kid, and would often watch their reruns. those silly furries meant a lot to me. but im not stupid, i know thats a horror movie, i went in kinda knowing what to expect.

it was a gore fest, and for about two or three nights i had trouble getting to sleep. i wasnt actually scared of my childhood friends in animal costumes, as i knew how absurd and irrational my fear was, but just the images of the massacre being fresh in my mind were enough to send me into a panic if i lingered for too long, which can happen, you know, when youre about to sleep.

(TW FOR DESCRIPTION OF A MANS DEATH AND GORE, IF YOURE SQUEAMISH JUMP TO NEXT PARAGRAPH)

i think a scene that perfectly blurs the lines between comedy and tragedy, as well as just plain horror in it, is the scene where a man gets killed by being put in a magicians box and sliced in half as a ‘magic trick’ by fleegle, the dog. as he pleads for his life, and his soon to be wife watches in horror and pleads for the robot dog to stop (yeah theyre robots in this, weird), fleegle continues to slice him in half and blood spurts out, until he is dead, and fleegle just happily and proudly showcases what he has done, as if he just did a real magic trick.

(END TW FOR DEATH AND GORE DESCRIPTION)

watching that was horrifying, of course it was. but at the same time, it was what i wanted and expected when i thought about “banana splits horror movie”. fleegle just did something completely absurd and entirely uncalled for. and what doubles the uncaniness of it is that it was supposed to be something harmless, a magic trick. think about this if it was in an adult swim cartoon. the same thing could still happen, but be treated as just a weird, gross joke. fleegle could even swear, say ‘heres your fucking magic trick damnit! oh you dont like it, well i quit!’ n then throw his hat on the ground and step on it.

they are essentially the same scene, but the cartoon version of it is presented in a way that shows full on just how absurd and unexpected it is, without any seriousness to it, probably without any moody music to accompany it. meanwhile the movie one focuses on the fear, grief, and horror of putting us in the shoes of a woman who just watched the man she loved be killed, with the shots being extra impactful.

in the end, the banana splits syfy movie is a horror comedy though, because most of the movie is spent finding the most creative, absurd, borderline funny ways for people to be killed off. as you watch it along, you dont know whether to laugh at the weirdness and absurdity of the events or to genuinely feel grief and fear over the bodies piling up.

i could also just go over a million other examples available to me right now. in fact, as of the time im writing this, i have the latest vinesauce corruption stream pulled on youtube. during corruptions, the most bizarre and absurd things happen, and often times, things get scary. we see the video game characters we love be deformed and twisted in ways that you can only imagine hurt, but they still act as if thats normal! so you cant help but laugh.

earlier today, i watched a gameplay video of bonbon. its a short horror game, with a very... different antagonist. i wont spoil much, because, i dont want to deter people from buying it. but i will say, there is a reveal at the end, which slaps you in the face with the realization that you have been played for a fool all along, and the developers would probably laughing at you if they saw you after youve beat the game. its a joke, and the fear that they cultivated so lovingly, is the punchline. your fear becomes a punchline. to me thats one of the highest forms of blurring horror and comedy, and one i prefer to some more gory and harsh attempts.

and i mean, i have to mention fnaf here, dont i? its a great example too, particularly because, if you look at the games by themselves, they generally take themselves pretty seriously as horror stories, minus a few odd cases or references. but they just have enough wiggle room that, if you look at them from afar, as an audience, you can take these characters youre supposed to be afraid of, and have fun with them, because it is pretty damn absurd, and even funny at the end of the day, that youre expected to be afraid of essentially big, robotic childrens toys. and thats when many fun, fan renditions that focus on lighthearted situations pop up. vanny herself is pretty funny even! the idea of a person who dresses up in a full fursuit to do crimes is pretty hilarious.

all in all, i think i just really appreciate how horror and comedy can converse with each other and how that says something about how we, as humans, are easily made impressed, made to be surprised and shocked, to jump or to laugh. and we are always looking for that thrill, it just depends on if youre looking for laughs or screams.

so yeah, maybe ‘wasp room’ can be a pretty good story. is it a horror story or a comedy? we wont know until we read it. (also if you made it to the end reading this holy shit i love you , i fully recognize i talked way too much)

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Baby Love -Part 7

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

A/N - This is kind of a filler Chapter....

"Hey babe?... didnt you hear me?" Chris asked suddenly appearing in my bedroom doorway, i put my phone on the bed as i quickly wiped my eyes and walked over to my bathroom.

"Sorry, must have spaced"

"You okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine"

"So why are you crying?"

"Pregnancy hormones i guess" i mumbled as i splashed my face with water.

"Nothing to do with this shit on Twitter then?" He asked as i was patting my face dry, i looked up to see him standing there holding up my phone that still had the Twitter page up, i shrugged reaching for the phone but he held it out of my reach.

"Nope, no more of this. You dont need to be reading this shit, look at how upset you are!"

"Their right though, you could do so much better!"

"Please dont start saying that, there is no one better for me. You are it for me, your gonna be the mother of my kid" he said pulling me into his arms and holding me tight.

"Maybe we should just delete all social media accounts, i dont want to be seeing these comments either"

"That will just anger your fans even more, don't worry i'll be okay" i reached up and pressed my lips to his, my hands slipping under his tshirt and stroking his back.

"lets go home, we'll turn our phones off and just go to bed... i think we should stay there for the weekend" he smirked wiggling his eyebrows at me making me laugh.

"Thats the best idea you ever had"

"No, the best idea i ever had was suggesting that i be your sperm doner. This has got to be the second best though right?"

"Your such a dork Evans!" I laughed "come on lets go".

The weekend was spent in bed as Chris had suggested, watching movies and catching up on TV shows we wanted to see. Both of our phones switched off and no interruptions, It was the most relaxed id felt in ages.

I was currently laying in bed dozing with Dodger curled up next to me as an old rerun of 'Friends' was playing in the background. Arms wrapping around me me woke me up and i smiled as Chris buried his face against my neck.

"Wake up.... dinner will be ready soon"

"Im awake" i mumbled "sorry i didn't mean to fall asleep. I just feel exhausted, i think you've worn me out Evans"

"I didn't hear you complaining" he teased as his hand slipped under my tshirt and cupped my breast. I hissed and pulled away from him "ow!"

"What?! What did i do?" He sat back in shock looking like id slapped him in the face.

"Nothing baby, it wasn't you... my boobs are really sensitive! Ow... maybe keep your hands off the goods for a little while" i pouted "pregnancy sucks! First the sickness, then the sore boobs...."

"Im looking forward to the part when your super horny all the time" he laughed climbing off the bed and holding a hand out to help me up.

"Haha you would!"

Dinner was a simple pasta dish (nothing fancy with this guy i tell ya!) but it was so good!! Yes i went back for seconds don't judge me im eating for two!

"I sorted out the movers while dinner was cooking, their gonna be at your old place Wednesday that gives us the next two days to get you packed up"

"Is that gonna be enough time?? I have loads of crap you know?"

"It'll be fine, a lot of it you can put in storage"

"I'll probably only really need my clothes,  we dont want my crap laying around. We need to have plenty of room for when the baby comes. Besides youve got everything we're gonna need"

"Just remember this is your home too now, you can have whatever you want in here"

"Thank you baby, but i like it as it is"

"I feel like its missing something though, your place was always so cozy..."

"A woman's touch is all it needs"

"It feels better already just having you here".

He was right, it was enough time. I was soon packed up and moved into my new home with Chris and Dodger. We'd been so busy i didn't even have time to think about all the online stuff that was stressing me out before.

The weeks were flying by so quickly! I was now in my second trimester and it was the best id felt since being pregnant. The sickness was gone and i had been experiencing that horny stage Chris had been looking forward to so much.

I was currently sat on the sofa with Dodger looking through a book of baby names, Chris had been out all morning running errands but we were due at the doctors in a few hours for our 18 week scan.... today was the day we'd find out the sex! It was exciting but i was full of nerves!

"Hey babe!" Chris called as he came through the front door, Dodger looked up but didn't leave my side, he'd become very protective of me lately and was always by my side.

"Still no hello Bud?" I heard Chris say and chuckled to myself "you looking after your mama huh?"

"Protective just like his daddy" i smiled finally looking up from the book, my eyes went wide when i looked at Chris....his hair was shorter and his beard trimmed shorter.

"Wow"

"Does it look okay?"

"Fuck yeah!.... you know i love your hair that bit longer but this is working for you Evans" i wiggled my eyebrows at him.

"Glad you approve, i had to have a tidy up Ive got the Premiere on Monday"

"I know, i haven't forgotten"

"And your still okay coming with me?"

"Yeah, cant hide away forever can we" i said looking him up and down, he was wearing blue jeans and tight fitting white t-shirt and i couldn't help but wanna climb him like a damn tree!

"Stop looking at me like that, i know that look and we don't have time!"

"We can be quick!...."

"Nope, come on! Get your sexy ass off that couch and lets go. I promise i will make it up to you when we get home"

"Fine!" I huffed holding my arms out to him to help me up, he shook his head but smiled as he pulled me off the couch, i quickly reached up and kissed him before he could let me go.

"Thats not fair...."

"Sorry i couldn't help myself, lets go then" i laughed walking away from him and grabbing my purse and oversized sweater to hide my small bump i now had “lets go see our baby”.

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@afuckingshituniverse @chmedic @esoltis280

@southerngracela @bethabear12 @letsdisneythings

@sellulii @patzammit @katiew1973 @princess-evans-addict @deidrahouseofpain @siren-queen03

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Write It Down

strawberryfields-forever said: Ok so I absolutely LOVE your writing!! I was wondering if you could another roger Taylor Imagine where the reader gets really drunk and ends up at Rogers Place and he takes care of them and then she ends up confessing her feelings and you can take it from there? Please and thank you! Xxx

(a/n: i’m SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG I CAN NEVER HELP MYSELF FUCK also this layout might be fucked when i first post it but i’ll try to fix it ASAP)

“Roger, it’s barely midnight, you’ve got to be fucking with me!” you complained, nearly tripping over yourself as he pulled you out of the pub and away from the guy who you’d just been chatting with. “Just one more pint!”

Roger ignored your incessant complaining as he got out onto the sidewalk, the pub door swinging shut behind you, and he began to look for a cab. Cursing at the lack of cars around, he quickly realized there was no way you were making it all the way back to your flat, not tonight. “My place, then,” he mumbled, letting go of your wrist to wrap his arm around your waist, starting to lead you towards his flat that was just over 7 blocks away.

“My flat is the other way!” you protested, almost being dead weight against his side as he used all of his strength to guide you down the street. “Where are we going, you silly goose?” you laughed, leaning even more on him and making him chuckle at how sloshed you were.

Despite your embarrassing situation, you were quite enjoying Roger’s arm around you. Of course, you were using all of your willpower left to keep your mouth shut, because even in your inebriated state, you knew this was not the time to clue Roger in on your little crush.

“Goose? Is that what you think of me?” he teased, helping you across the street and flipping off a car that honked at you both. “We’re going to my place, you can sleep there.”

“OoooOooOh,” you drew out, wiggling your eyebrows. “I get to go to the goose’s nest tonight!”

“My God,” he laughed, trying not to drop you as he continued to lead the way down the sidewalk, your arm wrapping loosely around his shoulder.

As he walked the 7 long blocks with you, you blabbered on and on about the guy at the bar. He had to hear about how he was an old friend from primary, and how he’d bought you drinks and asked if you’d been to a late night chips place down the road. You said you told him you hadn’t, so he offered to take you but you didn’t want to leave, and that’s about the time the “big boss Roger” showed up to end the fun.

As you walked up to the tower block Roger was living in with Brian and Freddie, you sighed dramatically and leaned your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I tried to make you stay longer,” you mumbled, slurring your words quite a bit, but Roger already knew how to decipher your drunken ramblings. You loved that about him. In fact, there were quite a few more things you loved about him that you hadn’t told him before. It was a pity you’d become such close friends, because you reckoned that was the only thing preventing you from telling Roger how you felt about him.

He chuckled and shook his head as you both approached the stairs, Roger wondering to himself how he’d get you up to the 4th floor. “Hey, let’s crawl up the stairs, that’d be fun, right?” he suggested, hoping you’d take to the idea. You groaned before starting to crawl up them, knowing the alternative was being carried and that would kill Roger before you got to the 2nd floor.

Roger followed, snickering a bit at the state of you, but encouraged you all the way to his floor, where you decided to lay down. “Rog, I’m beat,” you complained, pressing a hand against your head and closing your eyes. “I think I’m going to sleep here.”

“No, no, Y/N, don’t be a drama queen, that’s Fred’s job,” he ordered, grabbing ahold of your hand and pulling you up to what could be considered a standing position. Throwing your arm over his shoulder, he managed to drag you down to his flat as you apologized for trying to sleep. He then unlocked the door kicked it open gently, calling out for his roommates.

You decided to join in. “Freddieeeee,” you sang, your eyes still halfway closed and heavily lidded as you laughed at how terrible you sounded. “Briaaaann, come out, come out, wherever you are!”

Roger carefully sat you down on the sofa, patting your head gently before heading off to their rooms to find them empty. They must have decided to stay longer at the pub than they had originally planned, which made Roger groan softly. He was alone in getting your drunk ass to bed.

“Looks like it’s just you and me,” he said as he came back into the front room, where you’d managed to pull off your shoes and sprawl out on the couch. Your heart fluttered as you realized you were truly alone with Roger, and anything could happen. Jesus, I must be really drunk if I’m thinking we’re going to do anything but go to sleep tonight, you thought. “Let’s get a glass of water in you, eh?”

You nodded once, smiling lopsidedly up at him before closing your eyes and humming to yourself. As Roger grabbed a glass of water and some Tylenol for you, he heard you start to quietly sing off-key, then suddenly, you stopped. After a pause, you called out to him. “Rog, come sing your harmony, you bastard!”

You then began to sing Doing All Right unbearably loud, Roger trying to shush you and try not to laugh as he reminded you of the upstairs neighbor who hated how loud they were. As if on cue, the upstairs neighbor stomped on the floor, which made you shut up and look at Roger with an impish grin. He looked adorable tonight, and you hated yourself for noting that. He was supposed to be your best friend and confidant, and now here you were wondering why you hadn’t made out with him already.

As you admired him, he couldn’t help but grin back at you. Shaking his head, he helped you sit up, handing you the water and Tylenol before sitting next to you and pulling his shoes off. You gratefully took the pills and water, then sat the glass on the nightstand next to you before laying down again, sprawling over Roger’s lap and making him raise an eyebrow at you. “I’m sorry for being loud,” you practically whispered, running a hand over your face before giving him a guilty look. “I promise I’ll be good now.”

“You’re awfully apologetic tonight,” he remarked, relaxing back against the couch and spreading one arm out along the back while the other hand rested on your stomach lightly. “How come you never want to apologize to me when you’re not a shitfaced mess?!”

“Oh, fuck off and die,” you automatically replied, reaching out to smack his chest playfully. As soon as you did it, your jaw dropped and you began apologizing profusely, becoming a babbling mess again.

He began to shush you again, laughing in between shushes and finally resorting to putting a hand over your mouth. Quieting again, Roger gave it a moment before moving his hand to play with a strand of your hair instead. “I think it’s time you went to bed, sweetheart.”

“No, I’m finnne!” you swore, though your drooping eyelids told him otherwise. He gave you a look, which made you whine and roll off his lap, crawling to the floor and starting to make your way towards his bedroom. “You’re such a bully,” you whined as you slowly crawled your way down the hallway, Roger following close behind and rolling his eyes.

“Do you want to sleep on the floor tonight?” he warned, which made you crawl faster and scramble into his bed when you got to his room. “That’s what I thought.”

“I’m sorry, Rog, I didn’t mean it,” you whined, crawling under his covers and peeking out at him as he started to get ready for bed. “Thank you for taking care of me tonight,” you added, wanting to get back on his good side. “I really ‘preciate it, honestly. You’re the best.”

“That’s my job,” he reassured, pulling off his shirt and tossing it in his dirty laundry as you watched him. You admired his remarkably slender build that contradicted somewhat with his status as a drummer. He didn’t have any remarkably prominent muscles on him, but he was still toned, and though his hair was longer, he didn’t seem too feminine to you in the dim light that was coming through his blinds from the city lights outside. Though, would it matter if he did look feminine? You found yourself thinking that Roger was attractive to you in any state, drunk or sober, angry or happy, mean or nice, any way, any day.

“You’re my faaavorite, Roggie,” you said affectionately, overwhelmed with admiration for him all of a sudden.

Roger laughed at that, glancing back at you before going over to his closet. “I’d bloody hope so.”

“You don’t have to take care of me, like this, you know?” you mumbled, still watching him as he searched for some pajama pants in his piles of clothes. “I know I can be a bit much, and you’re soooo fucking wonderful for putting up with me,” you continued on, Roger smirking at that. He found a pair of pajama pants, which he started switching into, so you looked at the ceiling out of courtesy and started to close your eyes. “I mean it, Rog. You’re the best, you treat me wayyyyy too well. There’s nothing keeping you here-”

“Well, it’s my flat,” he interjected, making you open your eyes again and shoot him a dirty look. “I’m sorry, go on about how I’m the best,” he laughed, starting to crawl into bed with you and making you scoot over as he laid on his side next to you, watching you expectantly with his head propped up on one hand. You were suddenly nervous, Roger no closer than he’d ever been to you before. You’d slept in the same bed before, but you’d never felt so much love for him all at once while in such close proximity. Unable to filter yourself, you continued.

“I meant, like, I’m just me and that’s alright, I guess, but there’s no reason for you to stick around and take all my bullshit like you do. Like, you’re not my boyfriend or anything,” you rambled, both you and Roger not sure where you were going with this. The alcohol still coursing through your body propelled you, however, and you kept talking. “But I’on’t know, I always thought you’d end up my boyfriend, as much as you put up with me, but I’ve pretty much just given up that idea. You keep sticking around anyways, honestly kind of scamming yourself, you are,” you admitted, avoiding eye contact with Roger and instead looking at his collarbones as you played with the duvet nervously. You knew you’d started to say too much, but your stupid feelings wouldn’t stop coming out because you were so nervous and Roger being right there made you even more nervous.

“You thought we’d end up dating?” Roger asked, no hint of emotion in his voice to suggest he leaned either way on the issue. He was asking more for a clarification, which made you even more shaky as you tried to compose a response that wasn’t horridly revealing. However, that worked out about as well as it could, considering the amount of alcohol you’d consumed before leaving the bar.

“I guess, yeah,” you mumbled, still afraid to look up at him. “Fred’s always teasing me about when you’re going to ask me out, so I guess after a certain point… I didn’t mind the idea of it anymore?” The last part of the sentence came out as more of a question, and you squeezed your eyes shut, mentally smacking yourself for sounding so terrified. Fuck it. I’m already this far gone, why not just let it all out? “No,no, no, not I guess. I know I don’t mind the idea anymore. Actually, I’m a bit bummed you still haven’t asked me out. What’s with that?”

“Very subtle, Y/N,” Roger teased, reaching up to replace a stray hair that had fallen into your face. “Fred’s been bothering you about me, has he? I’ll have to tell him off tomorrow.”

“Oh, please don’t!” you begged, quickly looking up at him with a desperate look in your eyes. “He’ll know that I told you that I fancy you and then I’ll never hear the end of it!”

“Well, now there’s news,” Roger commented, a blush creeping on to your cheeks as you realized how stupidly you’d just told him how you felt about him. Shit, you’ve done it now, Y/N. “You never said you fancy me, love, not until just now. What’s with that?”

“Oh, forget it,” you groaned hopelessly, rolling over to face away from him and pulling the covers over your head. The room felt like it was spinning as you laid there in the dark, and you took a few deep breaths to calm down. “Forget I even said that, I’m sloshed and don’t know what I’m doing.”

Roger began to laugh, tugging the covers back down and booing you. “Oh, boo you, I was just taking the piss. Look at me, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again.” You reluctantly rolled back over, giving him the stink eye as you kept the covers pulled up to your shoulders, trying to hide as much vulnerability as possible. “Now, back to the asking you out thing, when did Fred start to bother you about this?”

You wracked your brain, struggling to pull memories through the muddle of alcohol and embarrassment, but you finally recalled at least an approximate date and managed to choke it out. “A couple months ago, maybe?”

“Damn! He was supposed to keep his mouth shut,” Roger cursed, mainly to himself. “Also, you’ve been taking this from him for two whole months?”

“Yeah,” you admitted reluctantly, sounding ashamed. Then, your brain latched on to what he said before, and starting racing as you tried to figure out what he’d meant. “Freddie was supposed to keep his mouth shut about what?” you pried, suddenly propping your head up on one hand too.

Roger chuckled, then shook his head and laid down on his back, his eyes lazily tracing around the ceiling as he answered nonchalantly. “Well, if you must know, I told him I’d been thinking about asking you out a couple months ago, when we were recording one night. But I’d honestly been having so much fun and going out with you anyways these last few months, I didn’t even think about it anymore. I thought he’d zipped it, but that worked about as well as I should have expected… Lead singers, they have such big mouths.”

Your face broke out into a wide grin as you processed what he was saying. “God, I better be sober enough now to remember this in the morning,” you murmured, rubbing your eyes to stop the room from spinning and hardly believing what had just went down.

“I’ll convince you it was a dream,” Roger taunted, looking over at you only to receive more stink eye from you.

“I’m going to write it down right now so I don’t forget,” you stated, climbing over him and out of the bed in a determined fashion, Roger trying to grab you to keep you from leaving but failing. You clumsily made your way over to his desk and grabbed a pencil and his journal that he wrote songs in, flipping through the pages to find an empty one while Roger untangled himself from the duvet that you’d gotten him wrapped up in.

“Hey, don’t read that!” he exclaimed, nearly falling off the bed as he tried to scramble over to you, so you ran out of the room, nearly slipping in the hallway as you made your way to the bathroom and locked yourself in. Roger got there two seconds too late, banging on the door as you leaned against the other side, knowing the lock wouldn’t hold long if he had a key. “Are you mad, Y/N? Give me my song book!”

You ignored him, figuring he genuinely didn’t want you to remember what he’d confessed, and kept going through the pages. On your quest to find an empty one, something caught your eye as you flipped through quickly, and you stopped. Going back, you realized that it was your name that had gotten your attention, and you got back to the page to find a song titled after you.

Curiosity got the best of you and you started reading his scribblings as best as you could. You realized it was a love song, and your heart soared as you smiled wider than you figured you ever had. Roger liked you as much as you fancied him, and now you had proof.

You heard Roger start to unlock the door with a key so you unlocked it anyways, swinging it open to find a disheveled Roger. His hair was unkempt, the duvet still caught around his foot, and he was looking at you wildly as he tried to rationalize what to do next. You were just smiling at him, his song book still open to the page you were just reading, and you held it up to show him. 

Visibly deflating, he snatched the song book from you and put a hand on your upper back, pushing you firmly but gently in the direction of his room like you were a small child in trouble for getting out of bed past bedtime.

“I didn’t write that,” he lied lamely, just making you giggle and laugh as you entered his room, crawling back into his bed. “It was… Brian. Yeah, Brian borrowed my journal and wrote that about you! Right weirdo, he is. I don’t write that mushy crud like him and Deacy.”

He leaned on his desk with one hand to reach down and unwrap the duvet from his ankle, and when he looked back up at you, you were still grinning and giggling at him. He sighed, mainly at himself, and came back over to the bed, tossing the duvet over you before reluctantly crawling back into bed with you and laying on his back, staring at the ceiling.

“Whatever you say, Rog,” you finally replied, Roger groaning softly as he refused to recognize he was on the embarrassing side of things now. However, when you curled up against his side and draped your arm loosely over his stomach, he didn’t push you away. 

In fact, as you drifted off peacefully, he even smiled a bit and wrapped an arm around you protectively, drifting off himself as he realized that, no matter how embarrassing, he’d finally gotten what he’d wanted after all this time – you.

[leonbastralle]

Yet Another Giant Reply Clusterfuck

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “be sure to kiss your fave vampire on christmas eve ♥”

Can u kill a vampire tho but then again this alternative look at this theyre so warm and cozy

u can, with fire

but also yes i do think this would b preferable once youve come to the conclusion that this fave vampire is ur fave vampire and u lov them with all ur heart

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “Conifer: And????? Charlotte: You were right! And…I too I suppose....”

BABY BEAN

wAIT AND SEEEEEEEE

vampcatsims replied to your photoset “be sure to kiss your fave vampire on christmas eve ♥”

daaawww

thank you ;_; i aww at these two every day tbh

monets-pixels replied to your photoset

a beauty

truuuuue ;_;

nekoi-sims replied to your photoset

Cue mirror butt song

AAAAA YOU SPEAK MY LANGUAGE i forgot abt mirror butt song i cry @ the good old times

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “C: Conifer Miracle? C: A…party? That’s very kind of you, Mr Lazurite,...”

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 

did u mean: 👩🏻 🔪 👩🏽 💀 😍 😭  (i tried)

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “Don’t worry, she’s making Connie drink everything.”

Yes pls

the *coughs* baby *coughs* is safe dw

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “Conifer: And????? Charlotte: You were right! And…I too I suppose....”

:’) BEAUTIFUL BEAN

beautiful bean (sg.), not to b confused with beautiful bean-s (pl.)

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “Conifer: Okay, I’m not saying you need to quit your job but maybe you...”

👀👀👀👀👀👀

WTF MY EYEBROW WIGGLE SIGNATURE GIF IS GONE????

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “Conifer: I’ve been thinking. About your job at the bar…you don’t HAVE...”

Bsndndjdjdj char let me hug u also 👀👀

;__________; more hugs for char 2k18

pixeldemographics replied to your post “1-10 for the oc qs for Shimmer? ❣”

Thats it im in lov with yet another miracle

sjfbakjsfnakjsfnaksjfnaksfjasd i cRY I WHIPPED THIS UP SUPER QUICK IM SHAME SHE DESERVES MOR THOUGHTS

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Conifer: And????? Charlotte: You were right! And…I too I suppose....”

More like tiny terror

no spoilersssss

limericksims replied to your photoset “wellllllllll”

Yay! Babies!

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “wellllllllll”

YAY!!!!

absolutely!! we’ve waited far too long for Connie to get her shit together so xD

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “the world is cold but she makes it warm makes it home i want to kiss...”

Ahhhh this is so sweet

thank youuuuuuuuuu ;_; you can’t believe how worried i was this would turn out to be utter crap xD i’m so relieved ppl didn’t hate it

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “Conifer: I’ve been thinking. About your job at the bar…you don’t HAVE...”

Is this what I think it is??? ;)

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “Conifer: I’ve been thinking. About your job at the bar…you don’t HAVE...”

Nauseous?

is it even NOT what we think it is? XD

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Conifer: Okay, I’m not saying you need to quit your job but maybe you...”

Yesyesyes

;) ;)

twinsimskeletons replied to your photoset “A light Ficus Friday today because of the long queue, but I was asked...”

And I got all that from a picture that I dreamed you had posted, I only realised you didn't post that when I came across this on the dash for a morning scroll... I think you tagged it ficus fam Friday or something

twinsimskeletons replied to your “A light Ficus Friday today because of the long queue, but I was asked...”

My dude I have to tell you right now even though I'm not st all caught up but I had a dream about ficus. Somehow he was an actor and playing a (I think) a villain, three others were the superheroes against him, one of which was someone dressed as wonder woman, another as a sort of futuristic looking dude. Don't remember the last. Anyway he met snow because snow had to replace one of the cast members feeling ill for some reason. Makes no sense...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS IS BEAUTIFUL I’M DYING I’M STILL NOT OVER THE FACT THAT SOMEONE DREAMED ABT MY CHILDREN???? and it wasn’t flame i can’t believe it :o that’s some next level au and i wish i had come up with it! ficus would DEFINITELY enjoy playing the villain in a movie because, spoilers- that’s exactly what he does irl. more spoilers: a ficus fam friday has been on my list of plans for a long time and i intend to do it very soon!

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “A light Ficus Friday today because of the long queue, but I was asked...”

I SCREAMED

AAAAAAAA RLY????

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “A light Ficus Friday today because of the long queue, but I was asked...”

(i just imagined explosion noises along with this post a+)

there is no fucking gif of the eyebrow on tumblr im smh-ing so hard but also...yes. yes.

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “A light Ficus Friday today because of the long queue, but I was asked...”

the willpower its taking me not to spoiler it all im in lov

tHANK YOU FOR NOT SPOILERING

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “A light Ficus Friday today because of the long queue, but I was asked...”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOV I LOV SO MUCH IM SO PROUD OF THIS PRICKLY SON

ALSO THANK YOU FOR THIS TOO I CRY BEST PRICKLY SON

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “Conifer: *whispers* Charlotte: Fuck, okay, you got me.”

i............ i need to process the info that connie is a tol girl im living so much for this

ajshfbajsbkasjbnkjsfbanksfjabsfkajsbfkajsfasd i cry???

melien replied to your photoset “Conifer: What I-  [cheers]”

❤❤❤❤❤

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “Conifer: And so empty, too. My parents moved out last week. Charlotte:...”

ELEVEN

PROBABLY MORE

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “Conifer: I just realised you’ve never been to this place. Charlotte:...”

im sure there are certain rooms of Interest ;) ;) ;)

u r a Filth

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “Charlotte: AT LAAAAAAAAAAAST MY LOVE HAS COME ALOOOOONG MY LONELY DAYS...”

:')

i hope u dont mind me changing the song, all the ohh-ing in youre the one that i want looked a bit shit written down (also it had man in it)

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “Conifer: What I-  [cheers]”

IM CLAPPING IM CRYING I LOVE THESE KIDS SO MUCH YAAAAASSS

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “[applause] C: Thank you. This means- C: Charlotte?”

yES GIRL YES SHE ISSS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THANK I DIE AND I DIED SO MUCH FYI

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Charlotte: AT LAAAAAAAAAAAST MY LOVE HAS COME ALOOOOONG MY LONELY DAYS...”

Omfg these NERDS

it’s a great song ok i love it

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Charlotte: Connie. You’re such a fucking idiot. *wipes eyes* If that’s...”

My word vomiting babe I'm so proud of you

i added the word vomiting last minute and i’m glad i did because it’s so annie style and also you pointed it out things are good

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “[applause] C: Thank you. This means- C: Charlotte?”

YES CHARLOTTE

I CRYYYYYY

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “the world is cold but she makes it warm makes it home i want to kiss...”

Annie you're amazing

;_; fuck no please don’t do this to me

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “the world is cold but she makes it warm makes it home i want to kiss...”

Yess babe goooo

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “ her hair cascades down her shoulders and onto mine she laughs,...”

This is everything

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “ her hair cascades down her shoulders and onto mine she laughs,...”

IM YELLIN

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “C: Uh…hi. Hello. Today I’m here to…present a poem that I wrote for a...”

I BELIEVE IN YOU BABES

monets-pixels replied to your photoset

ME TOO

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “HoneyPop Bar, San Maraschino, 9 pm  ?: LAAAAAAAAAADIES GENTS AND...”

!!!!!!!!!!!! Aaaahhhh

asjkbfaskjfnakjsfnaksjfnaksfjanskfjasfsd let me tell you how great it was to see you react i can’t believe i did so good ;_; THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME AND CONNIE TOO

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “the world is cold but she makes it warm makes it home i want to kiss...”

this is best

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “the world is cold but she makes it warm makes it home i want to kiss...”

this is so great

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “the world is cold but she makes it warm makes it home i want to kiss...”

"t<i>he truth is so much, yet / so little: her. / you." is another hell of a line and im going to ban u but also not</i>

fucc u dont repeat my lines i still cringe but also dont fucc u bc ajhsbfajshfbajfhbasfjahsbfas i die im forever at ur service basically

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “the world is cold but she makes it warm makes it home i want to kiss...”

THATS IT IM BROOMSTICKING U TO DO POETRY AGAIN

i cRY I CRY I STILL CRY FUCC

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “ her hair cascades down her shoulders and onto mine she laughs,...”

"i burn / (we burn so bright)" is one hell of a line i know i just told u this but u need it somewhere it wont go away in 1h

;____________________________________________; my stomach is everywhere tbh

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “ her hair cascades down her shoulders and onto mine she laughs,...”

FUCK U ANNIE this is great im dead :')

fuck you too were both dead its a gr8 way to b

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

a bunch of catiis

the best audience

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “C: Uh…hi. Hello. Today I’m here to…present a poem that I wrote for a...”

you're doing amazing sweetie

dang......you got out the apostrophes it must be rly special (tbh reading this comment i had no idea if you were talking to connie or me)

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “C: Glade…she’s not here. G: So? Connie you WILL GO THE FUCK OUT THERE...”

gLADE THREATENED TO BROOMSTICC CONNIE IM LIVING SO MUCH THIS IS MORE THAN I COULD EVER HOPE FOR I LOV

I KNOW I KNOW IT WAS A RANDOM IDEA AND I LOVED IT TOO MUCH (glade too is such a meme child i cry this must b the forth)

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset

aaaaaaaaa baby

i know i cry she did this on her own and it was so perfect

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “HoneyPop Bar, San Maraschino, 9 pm  ?: LAAAAAAAAAADIES GENTS AND...”

I am this man this is me presenting this q of urs

its the willsmithing meme just reversed but also :,)

pixeldemographics replied to your post “looks like my queue is back today!”

were gonna hav words abt that negativity i know its gonna be beautiful SHUP UP

;________________; listen i hav a lot of thoughts abt that night and your support

pixeldemographics replied to your audio post “Bastille - Warmth”

fun fact this played while i was on the subway today and i thought abt u baby :')

aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I KNOW I READ THIS DAYS AGO BUT IM STILL AAAAAAAING

amixofpixels replied to your post “Another Quick Reply Post”

And who doesn't want hugs? I know I'm not the biggest fan of them, but if I really needed one, who cares who it's from.

WAIT WHAT????? YOU’RE NOT A FAN OF HUGS??? ;-; MY LIFE HAS BEEN A LIE

amixofpixels replied to your post “Another Quick Reply Post”

I just had a really bad night, and a bad couple of days. It's still not too great but I'm feeling better mentally.

akjfnaksjfbnaksjfbasjfkasfd i hope you’re good these days ♥ haven’t seen you in a bit but i suppose you’re busy christmassing ;)

[primadonnatartuffe]

-- impenetrableVitality [IV] began pestering primadonnaTartuffe [PT] at 17:32 -- 

IV: ryan 

IV: actually nevermind 

-- impenetrableVitality [IV] gave up pestering primadonnaTartuffe [PT] at 17:34 -- 

-- primadonnaTartuffe [PT] began pestering impenetrableVitality [IV] at 17:34 --  

PT: um NO you cant just pull that shit. 

PT: once you got me youre stuck with me. 

PT: whats up finnberly???

IV: oh uh 

IV: i don't know

PT: k... 

PT: well i wanna chat anyway. 

PT: im having a pretty choice day today. :100: :ok_hand:

PT: sipping this drank of the cafe variety. :coffee:

IV: that's good 

IV: do you mean coffee

PT: yessiree. courtesy of the coffee can. i fuckin love this place.

IV: where is it though

PT: downtown on skaia. around where my usual haunts are.

IV: is that place 

IV: like 

IV: okay

PT: liiiike? safe?? is that what youre asking?

IV: yeah i guess

PT: its all good in this hood. :heart:

IV: are you by yourself

PT: yeeees. currently.

IV: are you eating anything 

IV: are you by yourself by yourself or by yourself with people around

PT: there are people around yeah. in the restaurant. 

PT: otherwise its just me and mr coffee.

IV: maybe ask a few people if they know cpr

PT: finn... baby... 

PT: im not gonna choke on my coffee.

IV: no i mean just in case

IV: it might be good

PT: in case of what?

IV: in case there's 

IV: i don't know 

IV: a cardiac emergency 

IV: do they have an aed there 

IV: maybe you should make sure they do

PT: finn... 

PT: are you alright sweetie? you seem like youre freaking out a little.

IV: i'm fine 

IV: i just think it's important that people are educated

PT: it sure is!!! but i think its fine.

IV: well it's easy to think that

IV: i just want to make sure

PT: of course. no problemo. 

PT: but hey lets talk about something else!!! 

PT: guess what happened to me last night.

IV: are you okay

PT: yes FINN. im great in fact. :blush:

IV: oh

IV: are you sure

PT: YES FINN!!!!!!!

PT: this is me trying to share GOOD news.

IV: okay tell me

PT: well. 

PT: well well WELL well WELL.

PT: me and jack are kiiiinda back together.

IV: oh

IV: wow

IV: that's great

PT: I KNOW RIGHT.

IV: is he okay

PT: shit he better be amazing cuz hes got me.

IV: you have a point

PT: I KNOW RIGHT.

IV: right

PT: in general tho he seems fine.

IV: they have an aed

PT: what??

IV: i called the place

IV: they have one

IV: in case you were wondering

PT: ... 

PT: umm okay i wasnt but... 

PT: are you sure youre alright??

IV: do you know how to use one IV: that's okay it tells you how to use one anyway

IV: it literally talks to you

PT: :confused:

PT: okay i definitely know youre not alright cuz youre ignoring me!!!!

IV: no i just need to tell you that

IV: it's by the bathroom

PT: duly noted. 

PT: finnnnn.

IV: yeah

PT: talk to me. youre acting weird.

IV: 30 chest compressions 2 rescue breaths 

IV: you can use it for a lot of things  

IV: maybe the people around you should know too

PT: I DIDNT MEAN TALK TO ME ABOUT THAT.

IV: sorry

IV: oh you have to open the airway too don't forget that

PT: mmmmmmmoh my god.

IV: does jack know

IV: i should tell him

PT: youre starting to worry me... 

PT: dont make me call colt.

IV: you don't need to call him he's fine 

IV: i'm fine 

IV: it's fine

PT: are you sure something isnt going on??

IV: i don't know

PT: tell me whats going on in your head right now.

IV: i don't know 

IV: i'm

IV: this was a mistake

IV: another one on top of another one that everybody saw coming

PT: nooo baby its fine.

PT: you fuss at me just lemme fuss at you. 

PT: its the law of equivalent friend exchange.

IV: he was right the whole time

IV: what am i doing

PT: who?? ill fight him.

IV: i'm not really different am all am i 

IV: i'm just 

IV: doing the same things

PT: :frowning2:

IV: i'll probably ruin her life and think i'm helping her but i'm not

IV: i have to go

-- impenetrableVitality [IV] gave up pestering primadonnaTartuffe [PT] at 20:36 --

-- primadonnaTartuffe [PT] began pestering impenetrableVitality [IV] at 20:38 --  

PT: no you dont!! hey! 

PT: finn listen. 

PT: you can talk to me alright? 

PT: if you feel like a fuck up just know youre talking to the Ultimate fuck up so im the last person who would ever judge you for whatever is going on in your head. 

PT: i wanna listen... i wanna be more helpful... 

PT: come on. please?

IV: i need to go i have to

IV: i have to stop doing this

IV: i have to stop

PT: hey hey. 

PT: it doesnt work that way alright?? 

PT: shit happens sometimes. 

PT: but it passes too... yeah? 

PT: i fucked up last night too finn. 

PT: i started drinking again... but i know for a fact it couldve wound up way worse. 

PT: and im okay! im gonna be okay even if i slipped up. you know what i mean? its the same with you.

IV: i brought an innocent life into all of my shit 

IV: i have to make sure she's safe 

IV: she's not safe with me

PT: baby youre doing a great job with her!! anybody can see that. 

PT: just because youre sick doesnt mean you gotta stop living your life. 

PT: youve got friends whove got your back... and theres nothing wrong with that. 

PT: shit i mean we were all basically raised by our parents friends along with our parents too right??? shes got the same kind of environment. i cant think of any place safer than where she is right now.

IV: i don't know 

IV: i don't want to keep hurting people

PT: i know... it sucks. 

PT: but its gonna be okay. i promise.

IV: fuck

PT: yeah let all your fucks out.

IV: i think i need help 

IV: i'm by myself right now 

IV: well me and sofia 

IV: i think i

IV: need to

IV: something i don't know

PT: well hey i can come over if you want.

IV: please

PT: okay gimme like... 45 mins or so since colts gotta live in the middle of bfe. 

PT: ill be RIGHT over. hang in there.

IV: okay the door is IV: is it locked or unlocked 

IV: i should know this 

IV: oh no

PT: i figure colt locks the door when he leaves. so just lemme in when i get there! 

PT: okay message me if you need to but im omw. 

RYAN: -pockets her device, fleeing the coffee shop and making her way to the transportalizer hub. with a quick zap she's on odimist, but the longer neck of her journey is getting a cab out to colt's place. she arrives at her estimated time... give or take a few minutes, but probably give, but of course no one can ever arrive early during emergencies. still, she's here, and she's knocking on the door while also texting finn that she's here.-

FINN: -his fingers feel numb and so do his his toes and so does his mouth in a weird way, but that's probably due to how messed up his breathing is. he's terrified he's going to drop sofia, that his arms will just give out from underneath her, so it's taking him a long time to get to the door-

RYAN: -that's fine... she can be patient... but not really. she peeps through the front window to see if she can spot him anywhere inside.-

FINN: -she can. He's mostly still other than the tiny steps he's taking and the steps he's taking backwards before he goes forward again. it makes sense in his head,  somehow-

RYAN: -frowns through the window at him. does she wait? does she try something else? she's REALLY not good at this, but dammit she's trying. she taps on the window now?? maybe that'll snap him out of it long enough to get her in there.-

FINN: -he looks up suddenly at the window tapping and has an expression of embarrassment on his face before he looks around frantically and just holds sofia closer as he goes to open the door. Finally, the door opens-

RYAN: -SUCCESS. she scurries over, looking up at him with big concerned eyes.- heeey buddy. 

RYAN: im here now.

FINN: hi 

FINN: sorry

RYAN: -flaps a hand- its all good. 

RYAN: hey sofia. -smiles a little at her and then kinda dances around finn to get inside.-

SOFIA: -stares at Ryan- 

FINN: -just looks really frazzled- i uh 

FINN: um

RYAN: -puts a hand on his back and starts rubbing in small circles.- shhh its cool. 

RYAN: maybe we should sit down??

FINN: -he takes a moment and nods before looking down at the baby again- yeah probably

RYAN: -starts guiding him to the couch.- alright alright alriiiight. 

RYAN: -plops down and plops her hand on the cushion next to her.-

FINN: -sits carefully- 

FINN: i need to wash my hands 

FINN: you need to wash your hands

RYAN: huh?? oh... because of the baby? 

RYAN: i can do that now... then we can trade off and you can go wash your hands?

FINN: do you remember how to hold her RYAN: yeah yeah of course. -gets up and scurries over to the kitchen to wash her hands in the sink, quickly returning to them.-

RYAN: okay i got this.

FINN: -he looks so worried but he carefully hands her over to ryan- you got her RYAN: i got her finn. i promise. -coos at the baby as she takes her.-

RYAN: hi again sofia. did you miss me? FINN: -watches the two of them as he leaves the room and bumps into the wall before disappearing into the kitchen to wash his hands. he returns after a few minutes.- maybe we should change 

SOFIA: -subtly wiggles- RYAN: nah... besides were all cozy here right? -snuggles sofia- we can relax. FINN: maybe we should though 

FINN: just in case 

FINN: the fabric is laced with deadly germs RYAN: -gazes at him a little bit- yeah... nah... that doesnt just happen. i think its cool. FINN: remember smallpox blankets RYAN: ... noooo?? FINN: it was a thing

RYAN: well thats cool but! pretty sure were good.

RYAN: lets talk about something else okay?

FINN: -sits back down and his fingers are digging into the couch cushion- RYAN: ...

RYAN: actually i think im gonna sing something.

RYAN: what do you wanna hear baby?

FINN: who RYAN: you. the bigger baby. FINN: oh

FINN: i don't think i have a great taste in music RYAN: okay i know youre tone deaf but you can still like music. everybody does.

RYAN: but alright leave it to me.

RYAN: just focus on listening alright? FINN: okay RYAN: -takes a breath- i know i havent been perfect but give it some time.

RYAN: cuz not a single day goes by where you dont cross my mind.

RYAN: and we spend our lives looking for things we cant find.

RYAN: oh but not a single day goes by where you dont cross my mind.

RYAN: all the days you spend on my mind.

RYAN: all the times that id say that well be together. well be together oh.

RYAN: all the ways you see through my heart.

RYAN: i know the good intentions they won't last forever wont last forever.

FINN: -listens to her sing and watches her, trying to focus on her voice and not anything else. it's beautiful- 

SOFIA: -YAAAAAS this is great. she gurgles-

RYAN: -smiles down at sofia.- all the hours weve spent on the line.

RYAN: all the times that youd say that i never listen i never listen

RYAN: through the conversations weve had til 4 am.

RYAN: you say you want something different want something different.

RYAN: and i know i havent been perfect but give it some time.

RYAN: cuz not a single day goes by where you dont cross my mind.

RYAN: and we spend our lives looking for things we cant find.

RYAN: oh but not a single day goes by where you dont cross my mind. -looks over at finn when she's done.-

FINN: -he looks calmer now. If not just a little- that was 

FINN: really nice

RYAN: -smiles softly.- yeah i know haha. 

RYAN: thanks man.

SOFIA: aaaaa 

FINN: did you just inherit a good singing voice

RYAN: haha i mean kinda? but it takes a lot of training too.

FINN: i think i'm untrainable

RYAN: i mean... we cant ALL be fabulous singers.

FINN: that would probably get a little annoying

RYAN: yeah man. i wouldnt feel very special haha... singing is basically all im good at.

FINN: that's not true 

SOFIA: nnnnn

RYAN: -bounces sofia a little in her arms, cooing at her.- 

RYAN: well i never pass up the opportunity to hear about myself sooo tell me what else im good at. :wink:

SOFIA: -wow this is the best time of her life- 

FINN: it's a long list but okay 

FINN: good at livening up a party good at being a good friend good at doing hair and makeup good at acting good with sofia good at not giving up

RYAN: -oh... dammit. why does she ask this stuff if she doesn't want sappy sentimental answers? she laughs a little and sighs.- ... thanks finn.

FINN: you're welcome 

 FINN: it's true

RYAN: -sniff... ugh. she's been feeling an awful lot of emotions these past couple days. she didn't ASK for this. accepting genuine, heartfelt compliments is hard so she tries to just focus on one. one thing she's curious about.- 

RYAN: you think im good with sofia?

FINN: well yeah FINN: -his expression softens- you're kind of a natural FINN: she loves you

RYAN: well the feeling is mutual sofia. -grins lopsided at her.- 

RYAN: i do kinda... like kids more than i would expect if someone like me. i dunno...

SOFIA: -good bitch you better love me- 

FINN: that's why assumptions are stupid

RYAN: troo. 

RYAN: ... maybe id have fun being a mom.

FINN: you can babysit her sometime if you want

RYAN: yeah? alright. 

RYAN: just call me whenever. not like im ever busy.

FINN: come on you have to be busy sometimes

RYAN: busy being SEXY sure.

FINN: -smiles a little- entertaining jack is that time consuming huh

RYAN: PFF no way i make him entertain me. 

RYAN: i only have to rely on my sexy personality around him since he cant see shit.

FINN: oh yes makes perfect sense

RYAN: -snickers- ... you know its kind of surreal. 

RYAN: like how naturally we kinda fell into it but... 

RYAN: -sighs- were both scared too?? and thats like... a reality of the situation we arent sure how to deal with. does that make sense??

FINN: -looks off for a moment- i know exactly what you mean

RYAN: yeah... 

RYAN: i just want it to work.

RYAN: i really feel like it could if i just... knew what to do.

FINN: -he looks off- yeah 

FINN: i uh 

FINN: i get it 

FINN: i might be going through the same thing

RYAN: -glances at him- yeah?

FINN: -his cheeks redden a little bit- yeah

RYAN: :eyes:

FINN: -scratches his head nervously- yeah i 

 FINN: saw emilet again

RYAN: oh reeeeally?

FINN: -HE'S SO RED- yeah 

FINN: i did -he saw a LOT of emilet-

RYAN: heheh aww finn. always getting up to something. 

RYAN: guess this means we can flail at each other while we flounder through familiar but tumultuous waters. 

 RYAN: be my lifeboat hombre.

FINN: okay

FINN: if you'll be mine

RYAN: -smiles, soft and sincere.- of course.

FINN: -smiles a little, taking a breath- colt's not 

FINN: too happy about it 

FINN: but things are different this time

RYAN: hes a grumpy gus anyway. 

RYAN: ... a neigh sayer if you will. 

RYAN: but man whatever floobs your boobs. even if it isnt different its your decision to make you know?

FINN: -he nods- you know the person that just 

FINN: you're with them and you know they're important to you 

FINN: then you're away from them 

FINN: and then when you're back in the same room you realize they were always the most important person to you a ll along

RYAN: -she laughs a little.- shit i mean yeah. 

RYAN: except for me its more like i definitely repressed all those feelings like every day until we were in the same room together. 

RYAN: and hes looking so different but so good and its like. 

RYAN: well fuck me i guess. 

RYAN: in every sense.

FINN: -laughs a little too- been there done that

RYAN: come on finn that goes without saying. 

RYAN: youre like the sluttiest person i know. and thats coming from ME.

FINN: -just slowly shrugs and smiles-

RYAN: -SNRRRKKK- goddammit finn!! -elbows him as best she can with a baby in her arms.-

FINN: ow hey 

FINN: you're the most violent person i know

RYAN: thats right bitch. ill fuck you up.

FINN: not with her you won't

RYAN: damn... true.

SOFIA: -whines a little and scrunches up her face-

RYAN: aw sofia im not really gonna fuck him up. 

RYAN: (im just telling her that to relax her.) -snickers and bounces her a little though.- 

RYAN: you think shes tired?

SOFIA: -starts to cry. life is hard- 

FINN: that or hungry or she needs to be changed 

 FINN: that girl can eat 

FINN: que paso sofia

RYAN: oh shit. good. 

RYAN: youre a growin girl. -smiles at finn, glad he's really calmed down now.- 

RYAN: want her back?

FINN: -puts his arms out- yeah sure 

FINN: she's probably tired 

SOFIA: -she's tired and upset about it-

RYAN: bet youre tired too. -hands sofia off to him carefully.-

FINN: -takes this cute little sad baby into his arms and he feels so much better about it than he did before- yeah 

FINN: but she has to sleep first

RYAN: naturally. 

RYAN: ... can i come with you when you put her to bed? -strangely curious about this routine.-

FINN: -looks over at ryan for a moment and then smiles- sure

RYAN: cool. cool cool cool. -smiles a little back-

FINN: -stands up and shooshes sofia- follow me

RYAN: -rises to her feet, hovering closely- :eyes:

FINN: -walks into sofia's room where he flips on the light. this is such a baby room, with a lot of pastel colors and a very secure crib. there are a lot of stuffed animals in the crib, but not so much that it affects her sleeping. his first stop is the changing table, where he takes the crying baby and sets her down- don't feel obligated to watch this part

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Mirror #1

⚠️Trigger warning : this story includes sensitive topics ⚠️ "So, this is honestly very uncomfortable too do but let's give it try. Well, uhm hello me? My god this is so weird. Im not going to talk to myself in the mirror i dont care what mrs. x thinks. This wont work and it will only make me feel even more weird." She says while looking at her own reflection. Hazel eyes and blonde hair pale sickish looking skin and a tired stare. "I truly look even more like shit than I thought, lovely" " okay listen up Riley, this is what my therapist suggested and we both know that we hate her but i assume she has her job for a reason so we got to give this a real try" she glanced at herself in her mirror observing her face. "Why do i always look so angry" Riley looked at herself again and stared into her own eyes and then tilted her head slightly to the right. "Alright then weirdo" She looked again and wiggled her eyebrows "Hey girl" She slightly chuckled and shook her head . " what am I doing with my life " "Talking to a mirror duh cant you fucking see you fat stupid bitch" Rileys heart dropped to her stomach and she felt it skip a beat. She felt extremely nauseous. "What The ...." "Well hello to you too" the girl in the mirror responded Riley just stared. So in shock she couldnt say a single word. "You got some real issues" the girl said. Riley slowly sank to the ground and sat herself down with her back to the door and looked up at the mirror. The girl was gone. Riley looked infront of her and saw that the girl was sitting right there, right infront of her on the floor. very calm and reserved and looking forward into her own eyes. Riley was paralyzed. " oh c'mon im not that bad, atleast youve got someone to talk to know, right? What were you going to say anyways?" The girl said and looked at Riley as if she expected an answer. Riley didnt respond and just stayed as still as humanly possible. " so..? What were you planning to say? Oh wait let me guess. Some pathetic self love encouragement style bullshit wasnt it? " "Uh" is all Riley could say. "Yeah right i get it, you want to motivate yourself into thinking it will all get better in the end. Let me tell you this right now. Talking into the mirror wont help for shit. It wont make you feel better. You know damn well what would make you feel better" "No.." riley mumbled "Oh yeah you do" the girl said Riley slowly stood up with her back still pressed against the door. Holding onto anything in her reach to make sure she wouldnt fall. She felt so dizzy that she felt like she might actually pass out. "Well that feels horrible " the girl said while pressing her hands oh her forehead and stomach. "Why so nervous Riley?" "I dont know what to do okay, i dont know anything anymore. I cant fucking do anything to help myself" Riley said ready for a breakdown. "Hey hey Riley dont cry i know how you feel, and we know there is a way to feel better because that is what we want right? And what will make us feel better? Mmm? " Riley looked at the girl and the girl looked right back slowly coming closer. They both stood up. Rikey Walked to her mothers room and opened the closet door and leaned down to reach for the scale. She took it with her and walked back to the bathroom mirror and looked in it. " so, good job big girl. This is the best for you i just want to make sure youre happy and after all, talking to your reflection surely wont help anything, am I right? Now c'mon lets see what theyve done to you" said the girl who was back into the mirror. Riley slowly undressed and stepped on the scale. She felt tears well up in her eyes and with only blinking once she felt teardrops falling down on her feet. She looked down and tried to process what she saw. The numbers. "We gained weight didnt we " said the girl. "I..I.I .guess?" Said riley. "I said you gained weight, Riley. You let yourself go. Do you have any idea what kind of things will happen now huh? With your big thighs. Not so skinny anymore dont you think. I dont even think anyone will think you're sick. You sure as hell dont look like you are anymore." "Please I'm not okay" said riley breaking down in tears. "What do you want ? What do you really want?Cmon! Say it! " The girl shouted "I want them to care for me. I want to be loved. They're not going to care about me anymore. I have to be skinny" cried Riley. "Fucking exactly, so now you know, theyre trying to help you they say. No. Theyre trying to bring you back to how you were, how it all started. The lonely fat girl. Is that what you want? There is a reason you wanted to loose weight" said the girl in a soft and gentle tone. "I just never want to feel like that again.." riley said. "I know i know sweetheart. So thats why im here. To make sure you stay in control of your happiness" the girl said while giving Riley a smile. Riley looked up and saw that the girl was standing next to her holding her hand out. Riley took her hand and the girl pulled her up. "You know im just here to help, i know that you know" said the girl while she walked out the bathroom thru the hallway and down the stairs to the livingroom. Riley followed her. Riley saw her mom working on her laptop. She didnt see the girl anymore. Riley felt absolutely horrible. " mom can i talk to you im really upset "Not now riley im busy! -Okay" She felt that punch that she always feels when this happens. I never seem to ever pick the right moment Riley thought to herself. She felt so incredibly confused and sad. What to do. Does she listen to the girl. Or does she listen to the others? "Yeah uhm the others are the one you felt horrible in the first place and im here to help you. You know that." The girl appeared in the spot Rileys mom just sat a few seconds ago and started talking to her again. "Look i told you so" the girl said. " she's just busy with her job she workes really hard okay" "Bullshit" "She loves me " "Bullshit" Riley blinked and the girl was gone and her mom was back. Riley ran to her room. She sat down on her bed and started to cry She felt an arm around her slowly rubbing her back. "Hey dont cry, we can fix this" said the girl." You know what to do to make them love you" "Why dont you just leave me alone" " if you really wanted me to leave i wouldnt be here at all" "Please stay you're all i have left to come back to" said Riley "And that my dear is why ill always be here for you, they wouldnt love you without me. You dont know what happens without me. Its not safe without me. Who knows what happens." Said the girl while smiling "I just want to have people who love me and care about me" said riley softly "Isnt that all i have ever got people to do, sweetheart. So why would you let me go? "