#thats just my sad little cupboard and wall of my room

[marigoldthegamer]

Guys.

GUYS.

GUYS.

I just finished Kaneshiro's whole place in ONE DAY. (minus the mandatory visits)

Just.. LOOK.

I feel so fucking proud of this. Like. I needed to tell someone about this.

Also:

I'm playing the Royal version of the game.

I have the camera strap equipped on all party members.

I was already seriously over-levelled before I started the palace (we're talking like level 27 before I even entered).

And finally, I have been hoarding items since the start of the game, lmao.

[honesthammie]

Te amo

I am working on a few of the other prompts and a part 2 to prompt 4 the soulmate au I just recently got another puppy and I still have uni work to do so I'm a bit behind schedule with these and I'm so sorry. Hopefully this little kinda songfic makes up for it.

13th doctor x female reader

Warnings: swearing as usual, fluffy, sad thoughts, twist the original songs meaning, long as fuck.

Probably terrible as its my first songfic

I don't know much Spanish so some of the examples later on are Google translated and I know it can be wrong so I do apologise for any mistranslations

This is based off Rhiannas song Te Amo but I'm switching it up a little. I dont why 13th doctor came into my head when I was listening to it but it gave me this lil oneshot idea so enjoy! The picture is not mine but the rainbow effect added is done by me! Same for the picture later on.

I've been travelling with this amazing alien for a whole year now. The adventures are always amazing if she's there! The others sometimes complain and say its boring, especially on a junk planet but to see her face light up with excitement makes my day and it well worth the dirt we cover ourselves on by the time we are done. And when she finds something that she thought was useful and it turns out, it's not her scrunch is amazing.

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm in love with this alien. I know, weird, a human and an alien together? But I can't help it! I'm completely besotted with her. If she even looks in my direction, my legs go to jelly and I get butterflies. I know, cheesy. But thats exactly how I feel around her. I barely want to touch her because I nearly fainted the last few times. And I fear she may pick up on how I'm distancing myself from her. I don't want to break her heart and leave, the thought of her look kills me as is so I'm trying to get her to kick me off.

It doesn't seem to be working though. I've been distancing myself since I found out about how I feel, which is now 6 months ago and she's trying to get me to be as close as I was with her.

I'll tell her. On one of our amazing adventures but I can't do it straight forward, it's making me sick with anxiety just thinking about it. I'll fancy it up, make her work it out. Whenever we are next to each other and the moment is right, I'll tell her in another language!

I finally get out of bed after I finished writing in my diary. I slip some comfy clothes on and head out to the TARDIS library and hope no one is there, especially her. I'll be distracted and right now, I need to concentrate. I wonder the warm halls, grateful that the TARDIS had considered my preferences. I think the TARDIS likes me more than the others because I talk to her and show her gratefulness for taking us somewhere amazing and I chat to her regularly and I try to involve her in my conversations. The others find it weird, except for the Doctor, she just smiles and joins in with me. Im still learning how to translate her but I think I've sort of got it.

I reach my hand forward and grab the aged bronze doorknob and open to the giant room. There were so many floors that an elevator had to be used to access some of them as the Doctor said "walking would literally take weeks to reach some floors". Thankfully the TARDIS organises them to make them easier to find. I looked forward and saw an interactive map in front of me. My hands touched the screen and many subjects and categories came up. Anything ranging from kiddie tales to straight up smut, I have a feeling either River or Missy are to blame for that addition.

I've never met them but the TARDIS showed me videos from her database and brought books to my attention about them. They both seem very dirty minded people so I'm not surprised those are there. I wonder if the Doctor has ever stumbled upon this section or is it for none Doctor eyes only? If she does know about them, has she ever read one? No, don't go there you stupid brain! She probably doesn't know!

I quickly stop that train of thought and catch my breath. I've never thought about those kinds of things about anyone before. Stupid Timelord, making me go all weird and think dirty things. Now my face is all red, I really hope I'm alone in here. I quickly focus back to the task at hand, finding a new language to learn. The TARDIS seemed to know where to go and blue arrows appeared, guiding me to the right section in what could be a maze.

As I walking, I felt excitement rise within me. What if she felt the same way? What if she was impressed by how far I wanted to go just to say those 3 words? Would her hazel honey eyes sparkle with delight? Would she scronch her nose in amazement?

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the language learning section and there were many alien languages but the TARDIS seemed to have a better idea of what would be perfect for me as a white hardback book fell off the 4th shelf onto the wooden floor. I picked it up and noticed how smooth the cover was and how old yet unused it looked. The white was a little off, almost a dull cream from ageing which made the gold writing harder to read. The title was simple:

Spanish basics and need to knows.

I did always find Spanish in school fun to learn, more than French or German anyway and I don't wanna stereotype this into a typical French is the language of romance. I never really found it romantic sounding compared to Spanish.

I picked up the book and quickly flicked through to the right page and took a note on my phone as to what the translation was and put the worn book away. I quietly thanked the TARDIS and rushed out of the library and back into my room where I could practice without getting caught.

A few weeks have passed since I picked up the new words and practiced them until I was confident and had the TARDIS' approval that I was saying it right. Today the Doctor wanted to take us to this party in the 18th century and we all decided to dress for the part once we landed.

Yaz was wearing a beautiful black and red ballroom gown, accented with little bows around the bottom and lace cuffs. She had her black hair curled into a ponytail. It was simple and cute, much like her style normally. Graham and Ryan wore similar suits but Graham wore green accents and Ryan wore yellow accents.

I let the TARDIS pick my dress. She picked a black and dark blue ballroom gown with blue roses on the bottom. It had black lace underneath and blue lace as the cuffs. The gown also seemed to glitter slightly in the light making me sparkle very subtly. I put my comfy boots on as you couldn't see my shoes as I walked anyway so why did it matter? With all the running we do, I'm not risking my ankles with heels, thank you very much. I had my (h/c) hair in (fave style). It suited my dress perfectly.

I nearly choked on oxygen when I saw how hot the Doctor looked in her suit. It took me a few moments to realise we match. We both blushed at the realisation. Of course the TARDIS makes us match! No wonder why she was more than eager to help me pick an outfit! Stupid sentient ship, shipping us already!

I quickly cleared my throat and complimented everyone on how amazing they looked but I just couldn't take my eyes off the Doctor for long. She was like a magnet for my eyes. Someone help before she realises!

"Don't we all look brilliant? Perfect for the party! 18th century Yorkshire to be exact! What a great century for you guys. Now then, this party is for Nobles and higher, as per usual in these times. Ryan, I suggest you keep in mind about any racist comments that may come out. But as long as you say your Graham's personal butler, you should be welcomed with little resistance. And Yaz, I want you to be (y/n)'s personal maid. That does mean you'll have to follow your so called "masters" around and do anything they ask unfortunately and Graham, (y/n), please act like the others around you and use them. Unfortunately this is the only way all 5 of us can join the party. You'll be fine as long as you bite your tongues. Now the Noble Edward Collins is the host so be sure to thank him for inviting you, even though you technically weren't. And try not to get too drunk, I know what you humans are like! Now follow me." The Doctor explained. I was going to tell the Doctor today, but I guess, I'll have to wait.

The Doctor opened the doors and we were in a cupboard under some gorgeous marble stairs. As we walked towards the party I noticed some family portraits along the walls. They were a very beautiful looking family. The mother had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. The father was buff, long brown hair and daring brown eyes. There were two children, a girl and a boy. The girl had long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, whilst the son had blonde hair and brown eyes. They also had a brown greyhound dog laying by the sons feet. The son must be the host, Edward. He looked not much older than 10 in the last painting but the daughter was no where to be found in the portrait and theu all looked mournful. Is she dead and is that the picture capturing the moment of grief? Why would anyone want that? It's so strange, even for this time period.

The Doctor held me and Yaz close, stopping us in our tracks. My heart was racing at the simple touch. But as soon as the touch was there, it was gone. "I hope its okay with you (y/n) but you're going to have to be married to someone."

My heart stopped for a moment and I nearly choked on air. "What? Why?"

"Because women like yourself would have been married as young as 13 or 14. Now your only choices are me and Graham. You can't choose Ryan as he's supposed to be a butler and you can't choose Yaz as she's your maid. The choice is yours, I just need to know wether or not I should refer to you as my darling wife or not?"

What. The. Fuck.

Why did her even calling me that l, turn me on? Obviously, I'm going to choose her but I'm going to have to perfect my reasoning here.

"As much as I love Graham, it's going to be awkward if I have to kiss him or anything because he's like my grandad! I guess you'll do Timelord. Come on then husband, we don't want to be late to the dancefloor!" I spoke clearly hoping she didn't notice how excited I actually was to have even a hint of a relationship with her. It may be fake but ill take anything when it comes to her.

We arrived at the welcome committee and handed our cards over, aka the psychic paper. We were going as Mr and Mrs (last name). The Doctor was holding my hand this entire time and it's driving me insane. I don't know if she can feel my racing pulse under her fingers but if she can I hope she puts it down to excitement! We walked down the most grandest staircase you would ever lay your eyes on.

First we walked around, greeting everyone as they came up to us or if she dragged me to someone she knew, but not personally. She was cute when she was fangirling over these people. Yaz found it annoying as she just wanted to party but I couldn't help it. The way her eyes shimmer with recognition was more beautiful than any galaxy she could ever take us. Sometimes her eyes flickered with admiration and it did make me have jealousy for just a moment before I remembered, I'm staying with her and they aren't .

As the party moved on we met the host Edward. He looked a lot different than in his paintings. He was around 20 years old now and his blonde hair was below his shoulders. He looked a lot like his father with his muscley build. And he was very charismatic which I did not like as he poured all his charm into the Doctor. Does everyone here know that he's gay or does he see through the Doctors disguise? Either way, it was rubbing me the wrong way. I quickly excused myself with Yaz and walked into the bathroom.

"I did not like him. I do not like this Edward guy. Something about him rubs me completely wrong. He's handsome but something is telling me he knows the Doctor isn't a man."

"I felt the same way. He knows something we don't. Before we go out there again, do you mind if I ask you a question?" Yaz asked. My mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. She knows. The jig is up with Yaz. "How do you feel about her, honestly? One minute you 2 are inseparable, then you distance yourself and now you are a nervous wreck around her! I won't judge but I just want to make sure my theory is correct."

Shit. I guess I really was obvious. Does she know?

"If your theory is about me falling hopelessly in love with the Doctor then you'd be correct. I can't help it. I'm going to tell her how I feel without being completely stupid. I just need a right moment to say it." I spoke with a heavy sigh. Hopefully, Yaz can help create that moment thay I need. She nods her head and opens the door. We walk back to the Doctor and notice Edward has gone to other guests and she was talking to Graham. I looked around and saw Ryan flirting with a pretty lady near the food table. Why am I not surprised?

A few hours had passed and the Doctor seemed bored with standing and talking so I made a plan in my head. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dancefloor as the next song came on. I didn't quite know how to dance properly but I knew the basics if it. She has to lead and I simply follow suit. It took a few moments but I got the hang of it with the Doctors help. Soon we were dancing so gracefully underneath the most beautiful candelabra that lit up her face perfectly.

Her hair swayed to our perfect dance ever so gently. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and her lips were in a permanent smile. She even laughed a couple of times. Then as the music slowed down to a pace that was perfect, I grabbed her waist and looked her. My heart was going crazy and my legs were about to buckle but I had rehearsed my lines. I can do this.

"Hey Doc. Its been an amazing time with you but I can't continue this without being honest with you. But everytime I get close, I back down in fear. So I'm going to let you figure it out. Doctora te amo. Entiendo que si no sientes lo mismo y me iré si quieres. (Doctor i love you. i understand if you don't feel the same way and i'll leave if you want.)" I spoke with as much passion and intention as I could. I looked into her eyes and saw her confused and trying to work out what I said. I would find it cute if my heart was beating right out of my chest. "Well, I've had a great time but I'm fucking knackered. I'm calling it night. I'll be heading to the TARDIS if you need me."

"I'll come with ya. I'm knackered as well and we both need each other to undo the corsets and mine is starting to hurt a little bit. How we used to do this for a full day, everyday, is beyond my understanding. As beautiful as we look, I don't think its worth the pain this will bring in the morning." Yaz spoke with a slight mumble as proof of her mental state and finishing with a yawn. I chuckled at her state and walked back to the TARDIS with a small amount of chat along the way.

She is right though. These corsets really do hurt you after a while, I'm glad I chose not to wear heels or else I'll be fucked for in the morning. I would literally scream. I think the Doctor had the right idea in wearing a suit, no pain. I do feel bad for leaving her but I just need some space after basically admitting everything that's been built up within me for too damn long. Maybe I should tell Yaz how it went and maybe she can help determine if the Doctor is happy or not.

We walked back into the wardrobe room and I helped Yaz out of her corset. She immediately sighed in relief. She finished getting herself into comfy clothes and started to untie my ribbon.

"So did you tell her?"

"Sort of. I basically told her everything but in Spanish. I just hope it doesn't change anything, except in a positive way, of course! If she wants me gone, I've told her that it's fine and I understand. She's very socially awkward and as cute as I find it, it may not help me in this situation. Do you have any clues on how she may react once she figures it out?"

Yaz stopped untying my corset for a moment and placed 1 finger upon her chin in thought. Her eyes were almost shut and seemed almost completely black in the light. After what seemed like forever, she took her finger off her chin and beamed a toothy smile. Her eyes sparkled as she remembered something and seemed to gleam slightly menacingly. A smirk replaced her smile soon after.

"There's a few times she's shown affection towards you. And I mean romantic affection. She always chooses to hold your hand over anyone else's if given the choice. She always steps I'm front of you when an enemy threatens to kill us all or hurt us in anyway. When you go wandering around on your own, she's terrified thats she's lost you forever to an enemy we don't even know of!" Yaz starts explaining carefully as if she's worried on how to word it.

"Those are just friendly affec-"

"I wasn't done. I was warming up." Yaz interrupts me as I was about to go into a self deprecating speech on how I'm just a friend to everyone and never a lover. "She always looks to see your face on adventures because she secretly loves your reactions, bad or good. When the Master revealed himself, she looked straight at you for support on how she should react. When she came back from the Kasavin, she ran straight to you and made sure you were ok first before any of us. When we were in the Tsungra medical ship, the first person she asked for was you! Whilst she was unconscious on board the ship, she kept mumbling your name, over and over again. When she saw how gorgeous you looked today, I thought she'd take you right there on the spot! She fucking loves you (y/n)! You're just so unbelievably blind to it all!"

Yaz was almost red with rage. Did she really do all that, for me? The TARDIS mustve read my mind and seemed to hum positively in reply. If everything Yaz said is true then she'll be so happy about it and maybe we can be a thing! But then again, maybe losing so many in a similar position as me will turn her away. Maybe her soul is awry and she's asking why right now.

Once I had gotten changed I went to sleep almost straight away, I suppose all that dancing and social ques having tired me out more than I thought.

I woke up to a soft knock on my door. I rubbed my (e/c) eyes and told them I'd be a few minutes as I've only just woken up. It wasn't until I finished brushing my (h/c) hair that I remembered what happened yesterday. All the panic rushed within me at once and I nearly threw up. I took several deep breaths and opened the door.

"GRAHAM THANK FUCK ITS YOU!" I almost shouted at him. He looked a little bewildered for a moment before he seemed to remember what brought him here in the first place.

"Hello Love, I'm here because Doc wanted to speak with you privately in the library. She says that the TARDIS will guide you to her location. She seemed a little off after you and Yaz left. Did something happen? Is everything ok?" Graham asked cautiously. He must be so confused.

"Sort of. I'll explain more when I get back but what do you mean by "a little off"?"

"Well she seemed lost in all sense of the word. She kept muttering "Te Amo" all the time. She was all over the place aswell. She got me and Ryan back here not long after you guys. Something about not trusting Ryan to not get alcohol poisoning without her around. She hasn't really left the library since if I'm honest. She's been in there for 12 hours. I only know she wants you because she whattsapped me on my phone. Whatever is going on, please sort it out, she's starting to really worry me. She hasn't been the same since that Master guy came around." Graham spoke clearly, albeit confused. I nodded my head and walked in the opposite direction to him and hoped the TARDIS would take me there quicker than normal. I want to treat this like a plaster, rip it off in one go.

Sooner than I realised, I grabbed the all too familiar door knob of the library. I took a deep breath and walked in. A blue line appeared towards the interactive map. I awakened the console and I saw a black screen with a few words on it. It looked like a message with how it was presented.

Hello (y/n)! Don't walk until you calm. Breath deeply and try not to panic. I promise you, all will work out in the end. I see more than you realise and I know my thief better than anyone whoever stepped foot into my being. I know of her main problem about the situation. If she loves you, drink this. It won't hurt, she'll know what it is.

The TARDIS

I should have been surprised by this new knowledge that she could speak to me, in a way, but I've seen so much and I am so tender hooks so I didn't take much notice of it. I quickly sat down and tried to control my breathing. After about 5 or so minutes, I felt calm enough to finally meet up with her and hear what she has to say.

I followed the blue line carefully until I spotted her in a comfy room. She mustve gotten changed at some point as she was wearing her usual rainbow outfit, minus the jacket. She was sat on a deep purple sofa, legs curled into her body. Her shoes were on the carpeted floor underneath her, seemingly forgotten for the moment. There were many books surrounding us from many cultures and spieces. One wall had a cozy wood burning fireplace crackling within the silence that surrounded us.

Her face was scrunched within deep thought. Her eyes sparkling with an emotion that I couldn't quite put my finger on; hope, sorrow or excitement? Her lips had a small smirk gracing them and her teeth had bitten a small part of it. Her hands were holding a book in a way where I couldn't quite see what it was.

I didn't want to disturb her as she looked so ethereal with the warm glow of the fire highlighting her in the perfect way. Unfortunately, it's plaster time and I wanted this sorted sooner rather than later. I took a deep breath took in the picture for memory.

"Hey, Graham said you wanted to talk to me? Is everything ok?" I asked gently and as softly as I could so she was carefully brought out of her little world. I didn't want to scare her. She raised her eyes from her book for a moment and bookmarked the page she was at with a little TARDIS paperclip. She placed the book on the table at the side of her and patted the seat next to her.

As I sat down my nerves were through the roof. She gave nothing away as she stared at me for a minute, as if assessing something about me.

"Why are you so nervous? Calm down. You are right, It is to do with last night. You left pretty abruptly after basically confessing your feelings to me. I was so confused, not just about what you said but about myself and what I wanted to do about you." The Doctor spoke monotonously. Did she mean get rid of me? "I had to first of all, find out what you said, well done on learning a new language by the way, one even I'm not fluent at. I'm guessing the old girl had something to do with that idea. Not that, you aren't smart enough but you don't know what languages I do or don't know."

The Tardis seemed to chuckled at the accusation and I simply nodded my head. "I wanted to buy myself time and to impress you."

"You impressed me a long time ago Miss (l/n). That is just a cherry on top. After I figured out what you said, no thanks to my old friend here, I went through a lot of thinking. I've not been in many relationships and you know my history regarding the ones I have been in. You know, River and Missy? And I have such a bad past with it ending in nothing but tears for me. I always lose those I care for deeply." She spoke with tears spilling from her gorgeous eyes. I grabbed her face gently and wiped away the stray tears that managed to escape their home.

"That was when you were a man. You're a woman now, everything is so different. Relationships can be heartbreaking. I know what you're main problem is and the TARDIS has a solution to that. I just need you to tell me the truth. How do you feel about me? Do you want me to stay or not?" I stated holding the small shot glassed amount of liquid in my hand. The liquid was golden and sparkled slightly in the light. There were specks of orange and silver within it and it was as hot as a nice cup of (hot drink). Her eyes sparkled with hope and shock. Her lips were smiling wide. And she seemed to giggle at the sight of it. She held it for a moment as if examining it like a rare artefact, maybe it was. Either way, I trust her judgement and if she's happy about it, then so am I. Once she had analysed the drink, she practically leapt into my arms and pushed me down on my back. She smelled of custard creams and the TARDIS which was odd but completely her and I couldn't imagine her smelling any other way.

"That does solve our problem! What she has just given you is the rarest liquid in the universe seeing as only one thing in the entirety of space can produce it. That drink is known as the nectar of the chosen ones. It's rare as the race that used to make them has practically gone extinct. There's only 3 left in the known universe and you're living in one. That drink is the blood of the TARDIS. It grants you immortality if you drink it. It is said to resemble your favourite beverage no matter who you are. However, it only lasts 100 years and you must drink it every century or else your body clock will kick in and you will age and be as mortal as you are now." She speaks with a warning as we sit up holding holds.

"I have no problem with that. I would sacrifice everything if it meant I got to call you mine. Just please tell me and I'll drink it." I told her with adoration in my eyes.

She held me close and planted a soft and gentle kiss to my lips. It was short but it sent more fireworks than you can imagine through my body. I knew I had found her. She grabbed my waist and whispered next to my ear:

"Te Amo"

[poc-movie-supremacy]

Lost you

Very quickly wrote this drabble after reading @cindyburman‘s post about beth and chuck’s relationship. I added some hournite too, because I can. I’ll probably make a part two with Courtney and Yolanda (and maybe a guest appearance from Pat and Barbara) but for now it’s a one shot.

*if there is a part two, it won’t share the same name as this one, but I will say it’s the second part in the description

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Rick found her in her bedroom quiet. Everything felt off, Beth was the sunshine: warm bright talkative, but her in her room, everything was silent and cold. 

She was sitting on the side of her bed, staring at her hands. Rick sat down beside her, trying to think of something to say. “Pat and I can fix this. He’s an engineer, and even without Chuck, you’re good at tech, Beth. We can fix this,” He grabbed one of her hands in both of his own. “I promise. We’ll get Chuck back.”

Beth slowly looked at him, and Rick felt like he’d been slapped. Her eyes were rimmed red and had a tired look in them. It killed him to see her like this. He racked his brain, trying to think of something that would make her feel better.  

She gave him a tiny smile for his words, but still didn’t say anything. With one hand she lightly traced the still healing wounds on his face. Rick stood incredibly still. The atmosphere in the room felt tender, but fragile. He was afraid any sudden movement could shatter it all. “You could’ve died.” She whispered, so softly, so saddened. Fighting Solomon Grundy. He knew that was what she was talking about. Not one of his finest moments, but he couldn’t help the anger that had overtaken him. 

Rick lightly placed his hand on top of the one tracing wounds. Imperceptibly, he leaned into the touch. It felt nice. “I know.”

“Listening, felt awful, and then Chuck- I couldn’t hear what was happening with you anymore and I didn’t have Chuck” Beth choked on her words. Tears started slipping down her face faster and faster. “I was so scared.. that.. that I lost both of you.”

Rick quickly pulled her into a hug. Beth pressed her face into his chest still crying. “I’m okay, Beth. I’m sorry I scared you. I honestly did not mean to scare you. I just-”

“No, I know why you did it. I just-worried. I’m-”

Rick started to rub her back, but she hissed in pain. Fear filled Rick’s heart. He pulled away and looked at Beth worriedly. Beth shook her head, “I’m fine, when Jordan went to kidnap Barbara, he threw me against a wall and I fell onto the ground. I have bruises dotting my back. I’ll be okay though, just need to let the bruising go down.”

The worried look didn’t leave Rick’s face. “Hey, I asked my mom about it, told her I fell off the kitchen counter in an attempt to get some food. She said I’d be okay, and is looking into the purchase of a better ladder.” Beth eyes traced over Rick’s scars. She slowly got up and gave him a hand up. “Come on, let’s go change and put on a new set of bandages.”

Rick followed Beth into her kitchen. “Can you get the first aid kit? It’s on that cupboard on the highest shelf.” Rick arched an eyebrow at her. “I can get it myself, but catch me if another severe earthquake hits and I’m fall to my back on the floor.” Beth told his sarcastically.

“Don’t worry, I’d catch you. Where’d you learn to be so sarcastic?”

Beth leveled him with an unimpressed stare, “I have absolutely no clue. I know that you’d catch me by the way. Can you get the supplies.” Quite easily, Rick reached up to get the first aid kit. Meanwhile, Beth went to get a step stool so she could look Rick in the eye. They stood by the kitchen counter, quiet as she took care of him.

“You’d tell me if you were in pain?” Rick asks, softly, but still too loud for the quiet room. He almost cringes at the loudness of his voice and looks down. Beth huffed and tilted his head back to her. She gave him a smile and reminded him to stay still.

“I just don’t want to drop neosporin into your eye.” 

“Sorry Bethy.” The nickname slipped out. He promised. Rick’s face immediately inflamed completely embarrassed. 

Beth giggled at him. She still had his chin in her hands. “I like it, it’s cute.” 

Rick narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re deflecting.”

Beth looked at him, shocked. “I am not!”

“Then answer the question.”

Beth looked at him uncomfortably. She tried to look away from him, but Rick stubbornly held her gaze. “Beth, I’m here now. If you want to tell me anything, if anything is wrong or new or just plain cool, but especially if anything is wrong, I’ll listen. I promise.”

“You’re making a lot of big promises, Rick.”

“and I intend to keep all of them. What did you like most about Chuck? Tell me about him, and any other pain in your life, while you fix my face.” 

Beth chuckled, a little louder. “Nothing’s wrong with your face. Chuck, he knew cool facts and has good taste in songs, similar to mine, and he stood up for me and we worked together a lot. It was nice, I liked working with him. He was my first real friend that I had before you and Yolanda and Courtney. And I’m worried that even if we rebuild the goggles, the ai won’t be Chuck, won’t be my Chuck.” Rick didn’t really know what to say so he tried to give her a comforting look. Not easy when your face is bleeding, but Beth liked the effort. She finished bandaging up most of it and now it was just the little cuts that needed attention. 

“I have bright yellow band aids, it’s my favorite color thats why, is that cool?” 

Rick nodded. Beth carefully tapped the yellow band aids into place. “All better.” Rick stepped back so Beth could step off the stool. Together, they cleaned up the mess of medical supplies. Beth handed Rick the supplies to put back on the high shelf in the cabinet. 

Rick noticed the tears on Beth’s face had mostly dried up. “You wanna watch a movie?” She asked him. He nodded. They curled up on the couch to watch the Adams Family. Beth still felt a deep sadness in her over the loss of Chuck, but she felt happier knowing she has Rick. 

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Fangs//Promises

Request: if you haven't already done it can i request some like fluff or something of reader visiting fangs in the hospital afters he's shotoof extra angst she was there when he got shot and in the confusion/fight didn't know if he was gonna makeit

Warning: Death (death of a parent and friend/boyfriend) 

Bang

The noise deafens you and the rest of the serpents as you duck. People start to scatter, others push harder and you look around, frantically trying to figure out where it came from. You hand pushes through the mass of serpents, desperately trying to find your boyfriend, his hand grabs yours and squeezes it weakly making you turn around. 

“Fangs!” You hug him. “I thought something bad had happened to you.” You sigh in relief and squeeze him. Pulling away you turn around to check on the rest of your friends, when you feel someone fall against you. “Fangs?” You ask confused, your arms are around him instantly, and Sweet Pea is on the other side of him, helping you lower him to the ground. Fangs’ hand is grasping at him stomach and you look down, blood pooling on his shirt. Its all over your hands and shirt and you look at Sweet Pea, both of your eyes wide with panic. 

The rest of the serpents are paying attention, and you’re all on the floor surrounding Fangs. He looks around panicked, frantically trying to find you in the chaos. 

“Y/n?” He hand reaches towards you, cupping your face and you lean into his touch, tears flowing down your face. “I don’t wanna die.” He whispers and you sob. The movement around you seems to still, its faded and blurred and the only thing you can focus on is your boyfriend. 

“You’re not gonna baby.” You reassured him. You press your hands against his stomach to try and stop some of the bleeding but its no use. 

“You promise?” He asks, quieter this time. He closes his eyes, but you shake him lightly, his eyes force open and he gives you a sad smile. 

“I promise.” You reply and kiss his cheek. Pulling back his eyes have closed and he’s gone limp. “Fangs?” You shake him again but he doesn’t flinch. “Fangs!” You say louder, gaining the attention of Sweet Pea, Toni and Jughead. All of them start shouting, pleading for him to wake up and you sit back slightly, your sobs can be heard over them. “Somebody help him.” You plead. “Somebody get some fucking hel-”

“Y/n!” A familiar voice pulls you out of your thoughts and you look around the empty corridor. “They said we could see him. But only if you want to.” Sweet Pea tells you and you look at him. Your eyes are glazed over, and your still covered in blood, refusing to leave until you hear anything. Sweet Pea stayed by your side, telling you that he made a promise with Fangs that he’d look after you if something were to happen. He looks just as bad as you do, but with slightly less blood on him. 

“He’s dead.” You say blankly. Sweet Pea sighs and turns to look at you. 

“I know.” He sighs, a fear tears escape his eyes, but he wills them away. 

“Why would I want to see my dead boyfriend?” 

“I dunno. Closure?”

“Why aren’t you rioting with the rest of them?” You change the subject. The rest of the serpents, including Toni had gone out rioting, and Jones was trying to figure out what happened. 

“Because I promised Fangs.” 

“Promised him what?” You scoff.

“That I’d look after you.” He replies and you suck in a breath, a new wave of sadness washing over you. 

“He won’t know.” 

“But I will. So I’m staying.” He replies and moves so he’s facing the wall again. A few minutes go by, doctors and nurses walk past you but you sit unfazed, thats until a thought pops into your head. 

“Have you seen him?” You ask. 

“No.” 

“Do you wanna?” 

“Not really.” He shakes his head. “But if you want to, I’ll go with you.” 

“Maybe.” You shrug and rest your head against his shoulder. 

“Fangs would be so pissed if he saw this.” Sweet Pea laughs, however he cuts himself off with a sob. 

“He wouldn’t.” 

“How’d you work that out? His girl and his best friend.” 

“His brother.” You correct him, a watery smile appearing on your face and more tears escape his eyes. “Plus, he trusts us and he loves us. Well he loved us.” 

“Yeah. He did love us.” 

“Plus, we all know Fangs is definitely the cuter out of the two of you.” 

“Debatable.” 

“You keep telling yourself that.” You reply and the two of you laugh, that is until you remember where you are, both of you stopping abruptly. “I think I wanna see him. I wanna say goodbye.” You say quietly. 

“Okay.” He nods and stands up. The two of you walk towards the room that he was taken to. You stop just outside and Sweet Pea looks at you confused. 

“I’ve never seen a dead body before.” 

“Really? Never? You know you’re part of the serpents right?” He tries to joke and you roll your eyes. 

“Have you?” 

“My dad.” He sighs and you look up at him. The old Sweet Pea is gone, he’s been replaced by a vulnerability that you’ve never seen.

“Sorry.” You apologize and he shrugs. “Is it scary?” 

“Not really.” 

“How cold will he be?” 

“I dunno.” He sighs. “But you don’t have to touch him.”

“I know.” You take a deep breath and move forward but something stops you again. “I promised him he wouldn’t die.” You cry, Sweet Pea wraps his arms around you and you sob into his chest. “I promised him and I broke his promise. We never break promises.” 

“Its okay.” He tries to soothe you but you just cry harder. 

“Do you think he’ll be mad?” 

“No. He won’t be mad.” He reassures you.

“Can I help you guys?” A kind looking nurse asks. You pull away from Sweet Pea, the both of you teary eyed. 

“We’re about to see our friend.” He explains. 

“Fangs?” He asks warily and you nod. 

“I’m sorry, you can’t see him.” 

“Excuse me?” You ask confused. 

“What?!” Sweet Pea says annoyed, pushing you out of the way slightly. 

“Sweet Pea.” You mumble and pull him back. Sweet Pea looks between you and the nurse before moving to stand beside you again. “Why can’t we see him? He’s my boyfriend.” 

“They’re still running tests on him.” He says quickly and you and Sweet Pea look at him confused. 

“He’s dead.” You say bluntly. 

“He was shot.” Sweet Pea adds. 

“Sorry. We can’t say anything more.” He replies and quickly hurries away. 

“What the fuck was that about?” You say annoyed and look around the corridor. Turning back to Sweet Pea you see him trying to open the hospital room. “What are you doing?” You panic and stand next to him. 

“Opening the door.” He replies bluntly and wiggles the handle again. This time it opens and he smiles at you proudly before pushing it open and stepping in. “You coming?” He asks from inside the room. You sigh and look round the corridor one last time before walking in. 

“What the fuck?” You ask. Sweet Pea is busy closing the door to notice what you’re looking at. “Sweet Pea!” You whisper shout and he jumps before turning around. 

“What the fuck?” He repeats what you said. 

“There’s no one here.” 

“Where the fuck is Fangs?” He curses and starts to look around the room. 

“What have they done with my boyfriend?” You ask annoyed and join the mini hunt. 

“He’s not gonna be hiding in the fucking cupboard.” Sweet Pea says and you flip him off. 

“Actually.” Sweet Pea thinks for a moment. “I’ll look under the bed.” He says and gets on the floor. “He’s not here.” 

“You’re not supposed to be in here.” A loud voice startles you making you both jump. You freeze, your back is turned to the door. You a loud bang coming from under the bed.  

“Shit.” Sweet Pea curses and rubs his head as he backs out. Sweet Pea stands up and you turn around. 

“FP?” You ask confused. “What the fuck are you doing here?” 

“Shouldn’t you be out there, trying to stop the riots?” Sweet Pea asks and he shakes his head. 

“Nope. All of the worst trouble makers are in this room.” He laughs. 

“Where’s Fangs?” You ask quietly. 

“Sweetheart he’s dead.” 

“I know. But she wants to see him. We both do.” Sweet Pea stands in front of you. FP looks between the two of you before sighing. 

“You’re not supposed to know this.” 

“Know what?” You narrow your eyes. 

“He’s not dead.” 

“What?!” Sweet Pea shouts and you sob. 

“He isn’t dead?” You repeat and FP nods. “But we were told he was.” You say confused. 

“It was supposed to get the Serpents to fight the Ghoulies.” 

“What!?” Both of you shout, now very annoyed. 

“I know. I’ve only just found out. But he’s fine, he’s recovering, and he wants to see you.” He looks at you and your eyes start to water. “Both of you.” He directs his attention to Sweet Pea and he lets out a sigh of relief. 

“Where is he?” You ask. 

“Room 204.” FP tells you and you nod before walking out. Sweet Pea follows straight after and you make your way to his room. A million thoughts and feelings are running through your head but the one that sticks out the most is that he’s alive and okay. He isn’t going anywhere. 

The door opens slowly and Sweet Pea let you walk in first, he quickly follows and closes the door behind him. 

“If it isn’t dumb and dumber!” Fangs greets you and you both roll your eyes. 

“I see you’re okay.” Sweet Pea says annoyed and Fangs laughs. Both of you sit on opposite sides of him and he smiles at the two of you. 

“I got the doctors to buy you both a teddy bear each.” He smiles and hands you both a teddy bear, they’re holding a heart that says ‘get well soon’ in it.

“Thanks. But I’m sure we’re the ones that are supposed to bring you stuff. Although, if you have any chocolate I’ll have that.” Sweet Pea looks at the bear and laughs. Your fingers run over the heart and you will the tears in your eyes away. 

“Already taken care of.” 

“Great. Hand them over.” 

“I’m the sick one! I get them!” Fangs argues and you remain silent by his side. They bicker for a while before Sweet Pea gives Fangs a look and nods his head in your direction. “Its been a mad day.” He says, pulling you out of your thoughts. He laughs a little as he says it and Sweet Pea joins in, however they both stop when they hear you sobbing quietly. “Baby? Whats wrong?”

“We were told you were dead.” You sob. Sweet Pea and Fangs share a look before Sweet Pea stands up. 

“I’m gonna go ring Toni.” He excuses himself and walks out. 

“Come here baby.” Fangs shifts slightly, and pats the free space beside him. You nod and climb onto the bed, resting your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around him. “Look, I’m very much alive.” He squeezes you and you nod. You sit up slightly so you could look at him properly. He wipes the tears away from your face and kisses your nose making you giggle. “You’re so beautiful, even when you have snot running down your face.” He teases and you giggle through your tears. “I also didn’t eat the chocolate, I kept them for us. I already had some but I saved your favourit-”

“I love you so much.” You cut him off abruptly. 

“I love you too.” He replies with a smile. 

“Please don’t ever do that again.” You squeeze him making him groan in pain. “I don’t even care if that hurt. I bet its nothing compared to what I’ve just felt.” You add and he sighs. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Its not your fault.” You shrug. “Why did you have to get in the way of the damn bullet?” You ask annoyed. 

“I didn’t do it on purpose!” He defends. “I didn’t wake up today and think ‘you know what I’ll do? i think i’ll step in front of a bullet. i feel like getting shot’.” He replies sarcastically and you roll your eyes. 

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” 

“Of course I am. You promised.” He smiles brightly at you and you kiss him. “Did you hear that people are rioting because me?” He asks smugly. 

“They already were.”  You roll your again. “ But yes. I heard.”  

“I’m surprised Sweet Pea isn’t out there with them.” He wonders. “Why is he here?” 

“Because he’s your best friend.” You reply with a smile. 

“And I made a promise remember.” Sweet Pea adds and walks back into the room. “Toni’s on her way.” 

“Cool.” Fangs nods, trying to play it cool. “We’re gonna be back together again.” He smiles brightly and you laugh.

“Like we belong.” Sweet Pea adds. “Although this time it won’t be because we’re smuggling one of us out of a police station!” 

“Yeah, I think the next time we all wanna hang out we should just go to Pops, or the Wyrm or something.” ​

[the-fiction-witch]

A Float P2

MOVIE: MAZE RUNNER  AU COUPLE: NEWT X READER RATING: SAD + CUTE

When I woke up I could hear the bustle of town starting up, the sunlight coming in through the cracks in our walls and the gaps in the boards on the windows. The sounds of the seagulls squawking in the sunlight, I yawn bed sitting up and having a stretch my back and shoulders clicking and cracking my spine felt like it was popping in and out of place as I moved I got up getting my clothes on and going out seeing the triplets in their chairs and Y/n making tea “Morning” she smiled as she spotted me over her shoulder “Morning Y/n” I smiled rubbing my eye going and giving each of the triplets a kiss on their little heads "Ohh Be careful Newt, Erwin has a little bit of a fever," she says bring me a cup of tea in the half-broken mug it was so weak you could barely taste the tea but it was warm at least "Let me look" I smiled going to pick him up but she stopped me "No, I can handle a baby with a toddler, We can't afford for you to be sick Mr" she warns taking Erwin and giving him a cuddle and of course he nuzzled into her happily almost going to sleep on her, "Alright, I'll see you all later" I smiled grabbing my jacket "Don't be late" she warns "I won't Y/n" I laughed "Have a good day at work" I smiled going out the door "You too Newt, And ask about your Wages!" "I will" I laughed shutting the door behind me heading out to the orange glow of the early morning. My day began as it normally did, helping load boxes onto one of the boats heading off to god only knows where. Helping them load up boxes and barrels onto the ship until about eleven when the ship would leave, as soon as everyone began gathering their things I went to our Boss "Go on Newt Get back to the little ones," He says walking off towards the boat "Uhh, sir if I could just-" "what is it Newt I'm very busy," he says "Please, sir!" I yelled stopping him before he walked on board "Well, what the devil is it boy?" He said in shock rather annoyed at me "Please sir, I haven't seen a penny in weeks..." I began "Well such is the way of money at the moment dear boy" he laughed turning away "No please!" I yelled "Our rent is coming due, I haven't eaten in weeks neither have the children... and We think Erwin Might be getting sick sir" He sighed turning back to me "I pity you, dear boy, I do," He said "But... Your Mistakes are your own son and you must reap what you sow" He said "Can't afford your home, can't afford your children, Perhaps you should have thought about that before knocking up that pretty little whore of yours" I snapped pushing him to the hard wooden floor of the boat "Y/n isn't a whore!" I screamed he got up with help from a few other men working on the boat "don't you dare touch me boy" He warned "Here as your so desperate" He said taking money from his pocket "Three weeks, is what you're owed, and take it as your final payment," He says counting out the money, I knew it was losing my job but hell he had enough in his hand to last me and Y/n a month he offered it to me I went to take it but he snatched it away "Go swim for it scramp" He yelled throwing the money into the water and before I could react he pushed me off the plank and into the water bellow I quickly surfaced grabbing onto the boat's rope to keep myself up as I gasped for air they all laughed and bored. I did my best to gather up the few bits of the money I could most of it sunk into the water or floated away to far for me to reach but I got a few pounds which were better than nothing. I quickly got out and ran across town knowing I was already late for my other job bursting into the pub it busy with people and girls in their little dresses, "where the Hell have you been!" Herb yelled as he stood at the bar "And why are you all wet!" "I'm sorry herb Its been a long day" I sighed going to start my work "Ohh no way in hell Newt," He warns "Firstly your soaking wet your not working in my pub" "Well, I can dry off before I-" I began "No, No You're late, You're soaking wet... I've had it Newt" He sighed "You're fired get lost" "Herb no please!" I begged "Here, take your pay and get going," He says handing me some money "Go on" So I sighed taking the money and going out to the street. I put the money for rent away in my pocket, and counted what I had left, it wasn't much but we could get some food and maybe some medicine for Erwin if we need to, as soon as the sunset I headed home walking though the empty cobblestone streets till I got to the house and opened the door seeing Y/n stood boiling water on the stove "Your Late Newt" she laughs "where are the triplets?" I asked "In there, cot waiting for there big brother to help them have their baths," she smiled "How was your day?" I shut the door going up to her wrapping my arms around her waist nuzzling into her neck, I held her so tightly she felt so soft and cosy Her smell was almost comforting after the rough day I've had almost crying onto her shoulder "Newt what's the matter?" she asks "I lost my jobs today, Y/n" "Ohh Newt, It's okay We'll be alright," she says hugging me "Hey We'll be okay" "Yeah, at least for a couple of days. I got my last pay from both places so we have enough for rent and we can go out tomorrow and get some food" I told her "Well thats amazing Newt, we'll just have to stretch it," she says "Now don't think you're getting out of your bath Mr" "I Know Y/n" I smiled "Who's going first?" I asked "You do Erwin and George while I feed Sonya" she smiled going off to the triplets' room so I rolled the bath out from the cupboard filling it halfway with the hot water as Y/n came back putting Sonya in her highchair and handing me George and she gave Erwin a little cuddle, I got George undressed having him giggle and want to play so I sat him in the bottom of the bath I rolled up my sleeves taking Marks from Her and sitting him inside the bath with George I Kneeled on the floor carefully washing them both getting them as clean as I could "Room for a small one?" Y/n asked as she brought Sonya over undressed already "Course" I smiled taking her from her sitting Sonya in the bath with her brothers Sonya sitting with me to help wash Sonya "How was your day Y/n?" "It was alright, work was fine" she smiled "Come On George, time to get dry," she says getting the towel and picking him up and wrapping him tight in the towel as she got up taking George with her, when she started dressing him she handed me back the towel so I picked up Erwin wrapping him up in the towel even if he was sneezing a little so I felt the water and noticed it starting to go cold so I took Erwin to Y/n and quickly got Sonya out and wrapped her out in the towel as Y/n took Erwin and George to bed in there cot, "You dry up Sonya, I'll get the rest of the water going," I said passing Sonya to Y/n "Alright, Don't make it too hot," she says drying off Sonya and taking her to bed while I boiled the last water we had the head from the coals slowly dying so I made as much as I could and poured it into the bath filling it almost to the top and testing the water, It was barely warm and as darkness grew it wouldn't stay warm for long "I'm not sure how long this is going to last Y/n" I warned "We got any more coal?" "No, We're running on ash as it is" I admit "You take a bath tonight, I'll have mine next week, I got a dip in the sea today anyway" "Newt, You need a bath as badly as I do, Besides you had a dip in the sea you don't wash up your hair will fall out from the salt" "You have a job, I can go without one for this week Y/n" she sighed putting her hand in feeling the water already starting to cool "We are sharing," she says I was about to object but "and don't bother with your dam excuses Newt, we will share. Now quick before it goes cold"  I blushed hard getting my clothes off and getting into the water what was now tepid at best I shut my eyes trying to not get caught looking at Y/n as she climbed in and laid next to me with the little space we had trying not to touch each other "Hi" "Hi" I blushed "Come on before we catch a cold," she says I smiled a little opening my eyes to see her sweet face Picking up  a little water in my hand and washing it over her shoulder she did the same for me till we managed to get a little of the dirt and grime off each other and climbed out wrapping ourselves up in the one little towel "Y/n?" "what is it Newt?" she laughs "Do you really think we'll be okay?" "We've lasted this long" she smiled giving my cheek a kiss "Come on, we need to get to bed before It gets too cold," she says taking the towel and heading off to our room, I smiled a little getting some clothes on and going to bed myself getting tucked up tight in our bedsheets as I could as Y/n got sorted and came to bed laying facing me cuddling tight into my chest so I held her as close as I could "whatever happens... As long as were all together We'll be okay"

[angrylizardjacket]

ask your destiny to dance [16] {Roger Taylor}

[masterpost]

“I can’t speak to her.” Roger’s got his head on a bar in a pub that’s not Ash’s.

“Can I go back to pretending I don’t know what was going on?” Brian asks, taking a long sip of his drink and gazing out at the crowd. It’s been over a week since Ash had stayed over, and they hadn’t seen her since. It’s not like she’d even asked about him, or made a move to contact him; sometimes they go a full fortnight before seeing one another, but Roger’s been fretting for almost eight days internally, and for the past twenty minutes externally, since he’d finished his first drink.

“She said she loves me.” Roger groaned, lifting his head to weakly order another pint. 

“From what you’ve told me, she wasn’t even fully conscious; it’s not like it counts.” Brian had never seen Roger downright distressed like this, it would be funny if it wasn’t bordering on annoying.

“No, that means she was extra honest,” Roger groaned, downing half his beer in on go, to which Brian could only roll his eyes.

“Or she was still asleep and thought you were Jack Nicholson.” After a beat, Brian goes back to watching Roger brood over his glass. “Boo hoo, Rog,” he shoved the blonde lightly, to which Roger just leveled a glare at him, “a girl you’ve been seeing for months maybe has feelings for you. It’s not like it’s the end of the world.”

“It’s only been since I broke up with Kristin,” he’s adamant about that and Brian lets him have it, for now. In retrospect, he feels like an idiot for not seeing it sooner; Brian’s not sure when it started, but it’s definitely a lot longer than Roger’s willing to admit. “And it doesn’t mean nothing, but it also... it’s never meant something. Like it’s something but it’s not something. It’s just fucking around and having fun.” And Roger swivels on the bar stool, joining Brian in looking out over the crowd, before they spot Freddie crashing through the door, making a beeline for them once he’d spotted them.

“Alright, what did I miss?” Freddie asked, though the other two were quiet as he ordered a beer. Before either could get a word in edgewise, Freddie props his chin on his hand on the bar, and announces; “Roger you look like shit, what’s wrong?”

“I’m pretty sure he’s in love with Ash, and he thinks she’s in love with him.” Brian says blithely, and Freddie nods with understanding as Roger tells them to both sod off, and he stalks through to join the crowd on the dance floor. “She said she loved him in her sleep.” Brian explains, taking the chair Roger just freed, sliding into place beside Freddie.

“I’ve never seen him this worked up about someone before.” Freddie admitted, and Brian nodded in agreement, the two of them barely able to see his blonde hair for the crowd, and they lost sight of him soon enough.

“What do you think? Has Ash said anything?” Brian’s gaze slides to Freddie’s who just rolls his eyes.

“I think my dear Ash has never in her life loved a man who’s deserved it,” Freddie mused, though his lips twisted into a smirk, “that’s not to say she’s a saint, far from it, but compared to the others, Roger is a breath of fresh air.” 

“Isn’t that a sad thought.” Brian said faintly, before heaving a sigh. “Well, I know we haven’t been here long,” he got to his feet, finishing off his drink and looking around for his housemate, “but if I don’t drag him home he’s going to do something stupid in his current state.”

“Like that pretty, brunette thing over there?” Freddie asks, pointing to where Roger’s already got his lips on a wavy-haired brunette at the side of the room. Freddie’s pretty sure he sees Brian’s soul leave his body for a moment, and watches everything play out like a terrible Shakespearean comedy for which he was the only audience member.

“He’s a danger to himself.” Brian takes Freddie’s drink from his hands and takes a long gulp before passing it back, though Freddie doesn’t seem likely to complain.

“He seems rather fine,” Freddie watches Roger go in for a hickey on the girl with a morbid, voyeuristic interest, taking another sip of his drink, “and you know he and Ash aren’t technically exclusive.” 

“Yeah but there’s three options here; Ash finds out and gets pissed and I have to hear about it because apparently now that I know I’m all in on this disaster,” Brian lists on his fingers with a theatricality Freddie had rarely seen from him before, though he’d rarely seen Brian this exasperated before, so perhaps it was merely that, “two, Ash isn’t pissed, sleeps with someone else, and Roger gets pissed because he’s in love with her-”

“Which is unfair, what a tremendous double standard.”

“Yes, we all know Roger’s a hypocrite.” Brian sighed, casting a glance over his shoulder at Roger, before turning back to Freddie.

“And three?” The other man prompted, and Brian picked up his empty pint glass.

“I kill him with this glass because I’m sick of his sulking.” He says bluntly, and Freddie’s all for the third option, but he begrudgingly helps pull Roger away, to which the drummer complains the whole time.

“Where are we going?” Roger demands to know when they head in the opposite direction of his apartment, a sentiment that Brian mirrors, though he doesn’t seem inclined to question Freddie’s direction outright. Freddie always had a plan. The man in question wrapped an arm around Roger’s shoulders.

“You’re going to confront your problems, Rog.” He sounds so decisive, as if it wasn’t a plan he’d come up with as they were leaving the bar, and Roger tries to scramble his way out of it, but Brian’s fed up enough with Roger’s complete inability to do anything but run from his problems that he’s willing to take Roger’s arm in an almost iron grip.

“It’ll do both of us a world of good.” Brian tells him as Roger glowers at his housemate.

“You don’t get to decide what’s good for me; what’s good for me was that girl at the bar, she smelled nice and was about three minutes away from banging me in that bathroom.” Roger snarled, wrenching himself out of their grips, though he didn’t run this time, crossing his arms over his chest as he walked with them.

“Rog, we’re not gonna let you ruin a good-” But Brian’s gentle sigh was cut off by more of the blonde blustering.

“That’s so presumptuous!” He stopped in his tracks, scowling between both of his band-mates. “You’re both wankers, selfish fucking wankers. This is kidnapping.” He snaps.

“Fine; if you want to leave, we’re not stopping you.” Freddie offers, gesturing freely at the path behind them. “We’re just trying to help.” 

Roger stomped the entire walk to Ash’s apartment. 

“What the fuck, guys.” She opens the door with her hair in a messy bun, wearing a pair of sweat pants and a ratty, oversized Beatles shirt. “How did you get in?” 

“Your RA let us in; sorry for the interruption, just had to deliver this idiot.” Brian gave Roger’s shoulder a nudge. Roger is looking at anything but Ash. His latest drink had hit him about the same time as he got to her block, and now that he can smell the vanilla candle she likes to burn in her room just beyond her, he just wants to curl up and go to sleep under her duvet. Or fuck her. He’s not quite sure.

“Can I return to sender?” She asks without hesitation, and Roger rolls his eyes. Freddie shoves him forward.

“No.” 

Ash doesn’t move, just frowns as Roger stumbles into her space, and she’s automatically got a hand on his chest to steady him. Roger doesn’t seem like he’s there completely of his own free will, but he doesn’t move away from her, even as both Brian and Freddie leave, muttering something about him being ‘her problem now’.

“Care to explain?” She asked, gently walking him backwards and closing her door behind herself. The two of them make their way to the common area, and Roger sits up on the kitchen counter as Ash pours him a glass of water.

“Not really.” He said, sipping the water loudly and swinging his legs so his heels kick the cupboards below. Ash looks like the very sight of him exhausts her, but she rests her hands on her thighs, pressing herself against his legs to still them. “We can fuck whoever we want, Ash.” He says, seriously, and he sees the exact moment she realised the reason for his forced meeting, and he watched her expression fall.

“Yeah of course.” She agrees, crestfallen expression turning quickly to faux apathy. “Did you have fun?” But her heart wasn’t in it.

“They pulled me away, brought me here before anything really happened.” He huffed, taking another long sip. Ash stepped away, yawning loudly and sinking into a chair at the dining table. After a beat, Roger hums thoughtfully. “Ash, what do I mean to you?” And it’s so nonchalant it actually hurts Ash a little.

“I think that’s a really shitty thing to ask right now.” Her answer is automatic, she can’t look at him. “And I think you’re drunk.” 

“Ash...” It does register in his mind that he’s said the wrong thing, and it breaks his heart to see her too tired to repress her emotions like she usually would in this situation. Perhaps she assumes he won’t even remember this tomorrow. “Ash, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Yeah, I know.” She says softly. “You’re always sorry, and I’m always sorry, and there’s always someone else that feels like a mistake, even though we don’t technically need to apologise.” Shaking her head, she sighs deeply. “This isn’t the time for this conversation.” She admits, and standing, she takes his hand. “Come to bed, Rog.” 

When they’re back in her room, she pulls off her sweat pants and offers them to him without even thinking about it, and he’s quiet, forlorn when he takes them, changing into the borrowed pyjamas. Ash is already tucked into bed when he turns back, back to him, pressed as close to the wall as she can get with her head pillowed on her hand, not even attempting to co-opt some of the pillow for herself. There’s sewing equipment out, obviously still in use in the corner of her room, a blouse half sewn and still in the machine where it was left when it’s creation had been interrupted by a knock at the door.

When he slides into bed beside her, reaches out to rest a hand on her shoulder - an apology? a reassurance? just a need for human contact? - she shrugs him off, murmurs a quiet ‘don’t’. 

“I panicked.” They’re back to back, and the bedside lamp has been turned off. Roger isn’t even sure if Ash is still awake. He speaks into the silence, made honest by the hour and his inebriation. “You told me you loved me and I panicked.”

“Roger... I never said that.” Ash’s voice was confused in the darkness, and Roger feels like his whole world has fallen out from under him. He’s spent over a week considering whether or not she’d remember; if it had been real, whether she’d really meant it, but he’s never quite sure which answer would hurt more.

“You... were mostly asleep.” He admits, and he can feel the way Ash sighs heavily, the shift of her back against his as she tries not to hear it.

“Wow, imagine what kinky shit you and the girl from the bar would have gotten up to if I’d meant it.” She just sounds tired, as though she was trying to end the conversation, as though she hadn’t just shattered Roger’s heart. After a beat, she laughed humorlessly. “What are we doing, Roger?”

“I think Brian’s right.” And his words are enough to startle a weak laugh from Ash. “I want this to be about more than sex, I think.”

“You’re drunk and panicking; don’t worry, I’ll still work with the band if this goes south.” Ash says. Roger won’t take that, can’t let himself fall into the trap of panicking like he’d already fallen into that night. Turning, Roger presses his lips to the back of her neck, and Ash doesn’t like to think about how good it makes her feel.

“I’m sorry-” He tries, but she cuts him off.

“I heard you the first time.” Voice terse, she crosses her arms awkwardly over her chest. “Roger the idea of being with you fucking terrifies me.” She admits, raw and honest, glad he can’t see how conflicted she was. “You were so worried that I was in love with you that you almost slept with someone else, and for what? Were you worried you were losing control of your life? Didn’t want to be tied down?” Roger’s got an arm on her shoulder, rubbing comfortingly as she speaks, and he can feel her shaking.

“I know I’m not a saint, okay, love?” Roger admits, and Ash takes a long moment to consider his words, leaning back a little into his touch, before answering.

“Neither of us are, Roger, and that’s why what we have is so good right now.” Her voice has softened, and Roger stays quiet. “We can talk about it tomorrow.” She says gently, before reaching to link her fingers with his where he’s got his hand on her shoulder. She pulls him closer, and Roger makes a low hum, pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder.

When the morning comes, things are quiet and golden. Neither one knows what to say to the other, but Ash still gets him a cup of tea in the morning, and when he sees the cup with the little cat face on it, Roger feels something tighten in his chest. 

“Let’s try this, please.” He asks, expression sincere when he looks at where Ash is tucking herself back into bed, pressing herself against his side. The look she gives him is confused, and then it blooms into something hopeful. “I’m not fucking around here, I mean it.”

When she kisses him, her hand is warm where it had been holding her teacup, and she’s smiling against her lips. There’s a tension in her shoulders, and he can’t stop playing her words back over again in his head, ‘the idea of being with you fucking terrifies me’ and it’s clear that feeling hasn’t vanished over night.

But she’s willing to try.

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[ask-misto-magichrome]

Question Time part 1

Recently I answered some questions along with my sister @ask-victoria-pastelgoth about being a twin. It's full of revelations all around.

1: Which is the youngest?

Misto: *points over to Victoria* The official baby of the family.

Victoria: yep and I enjoy it for the most part

Misto: she gets away with murder

Victoria: but I’m not allowed a boyfriend

2: Are you identical?

Misto: Except for the biggest obvious difference, yeah pretty much. Same face shapes, same natural hair colour. *mumbles* same height...

Victoria: but technically we are fraternal twins

Misto: ohh technically.

Victoria: *is not amused*

3: What is your twins favourite food?

Misto: The souls of those who have wronged her.

Victoria: *smacks him on the head* idiot, he is obsessed with Coffee if that counts as food.

Misto: I have no idea what you're talking about *sips from an iced latte*

Victoria: meanwhile I have been known to devour anything chocolate *blushes*

Misto: chocolate covered souls.

Victoria: can we please move on to the next question, I feel like I will kill any minute.

4: What is your favourite memory of each other?

Misto: Vic would go to dance lessons then come back and teach me what she learned until they let me go too.

Victoria: *smiling* whenever I felt sad Misto would put on a little magic show for me, even if some of the tricks didn’t work it still put a smile on my face.

5: Who takes more time to get ready?

Misto: *silently sips coffee*

Victoria: that would depend Misto takes at least half an hour for tugger *smirks*

Misto: I do not! Anyway who spends an hour deciding between dresses every date they have? Ohhh do you think he'd prefer the blue or the-

Victoria: *tackles Misto*

6: Name a common friend of yours.

Misto: We have a couple actually. Jemima, Jerrie, Teazer, Plato.

Victoria: I would say Munk but he’s more friends with our older brother. And don’t forget Cettie and Electra

7: What is your favourite film to watch together?

Misto: *glaring at Victoria* Don't you dare.

Victoria: *smirking* I love seeing how worked up you get over it. But Twilight is the last film we would enjoy together, I got bored. However I would say we enjoy watching musicals together.

Misto: I told you to not! And for the record I did not enjoy Twilight. The whole thing is unreasonable!

Victoria: well I only watched it to laugh at it with Jem but apparently these two enjoyed it only I got bored.

Misto: -alive for all eternity and are 100% completely straight! Theres no way!

Victoria: please just move on or we’ll be here all day

8: Who is better at studying?

Misto: Me. Easy. Next question.

Victoria: hold on you only study when it’s something to with magic

Misto: and your notebooks are covered in doodles about all the boys you think are cute. You don't even have colour coordinated notes!

Victoria: I do when we have a test coming up.

Misto: *just stares at her for a second* next question.

9: Who is a better driver?

Misto: Well, Alonzo doesn't like me driving the car. I can't think why.

Victoria: you haven’t passed your driver’s license, me I’m stuck on learner’s. To Alonzo if he can drive we don’t need to know how to.

Misto: my provisional license is mainly used for ID when buying alcohol.

Victoria: So never

10: Who is good at sports?

Misto: er.... is Alonzo an option?

Victoria: our sport of choice is more dancing.

Misto: I'd say it's not as competitive but have you seen some of those dance competitions?

Victoria: some of those guys train to the point of collapse

Misto: Ew

11: Do you have the same personalities?

Misto: Sometimes. Occasionally she's a spoil sport and ruins the fun.

Victoria: sometimes you go overboard with magic

Misto: So you say

Victoria: and Alonzo has said it too

Misto: Yeah coz he's the expert

Victoria: whatever you say

Misto: *mouths know it all.*

12: Do you have any nicknames for each other?

Misto: Vic, Vicky, loser, Oi works a lot too. Darcey Bussell when she screws up a dance move. The Queen.

Victoria: mainly Misto, magic man, wannabe magician when he blows up something.

13: Does your twin have any annoying habits?

Misto: Hogging the bathroom and the tumble dryer. "Borrowing" CDs.

Victoria: spraying glitter everywhere when he does Magic, changing the channel when I’m watching something

14: Whos closest to your parents?

Misto: *Goes silent, just glaring to the side. Refusing to answer*

Victoria: our parents died when we were young, Alonzo says it was a car crash, we were raised by our Uncle Bustopher Jones until Alonzo found a stable home and job and was old enough to look after us. I never knew why Uncle Bustopher only took in Misto and I and not Alonzo.

Misto: *slouched back, arms folded defensively clearly not enjoying listening to this.*

15: Did you ever dress alike?

Misto: Everyone always thought it was cute to put us in matching outfits when we were younger.

Victoria: but now we have very different dressing styles but sometimes we would wear similar outfits, it always got Alonzo to smile.

16: Who loves shopping more?

Misto: Depends what for.

Victoria: if clothes and music then me, if coffee it’s him.

Misto: And stationary. Don't forget The Cupboard.

Victoria: right sorry was he is obsessed with stationary even though you don’t use most of it.

Misto: But it looks pretty!

Victoria: So does my piercings bit you don’t see me getting millions of them.

Misto: Yet.

Victoria: I’ve only got a few in both ears, and in my belly button *turns from Misto since that was something she got without her brothers’ knowledge or permission*

Misto: someone won't be wearing crop tops this summer.

17: What three things do you most commonly fight about?

Misto: we're perfect and never fight. *grin*

Victoria: yep we’re perfect angels

18: Do you share secrets?

Misto: Yeah. No. Kinda? Mostly.

Victoria: mainly we hide secrets together from Alonzo unless there is something Misto isn’t telling me

Misto: I'd never hide anything you need to know. Or anything involving you.

Victoria: okay Misto I believe you.

19: Which is the better cook?

Misto: Me obviously. Cooking is a science after all.

Victoria: if by cooking you mean burning everything to ash. *smirks* I’m the better cook and my food is delicious.

Misto: I do not burn everything to ash! If you're talking about the spaghetti incident, I just forgot to poke it down into the pan and it flopped outside the pan and the stove set it on fire!

Victoria: at that was one time

Misto: I make good coffee its all thats required!

Victoria: for you

20: Whos room is cleaner?

Misto: I couldn't possibly-

Victoria: it’s mine and we both know it, Uncle Bustopher always said it was like walking into a tornado when he described Misto’s room.

Misto: It's not that its messy. There's just... a lot of notes tacked to the wall. Astrological notes, moon phases, crystal properties, herbs... I mean if I'm doing this whole magic thing I might as well go the whole way right?

Victoria: well you are right brother

21: On your birthday do you have one cake or two?

Misto: It's fun to try making one cake with two wildly different themes.

Victoria: yep it always starts off with us making one cake but then something happens and Alonzo just gives us two cupcakes. It’s still fun though.

Misto: yeah we're not really too bothered about cake.

Victoria: yep it’s more about spending the time as family

22: As children did you play with each other or other siblings too?

Misto: For a while Alonzo did play with us.

Victoria: till he was too busy working

Misto: which obviously isn't his fault. Its just a shame. He's always so stressed nowadays.

Victoria: but we just got told that we are going to his university so maybe we could have some time together between classes.

Misto: unless its his academic studies getting in the way there.

23: What is the weirdest thing you did together?

Misto: is it possible to decide on just one, Vic?

Victoria: yeah we got bored easy at our uncle’s and tried a lot of different things.

Misto: Theres always a lot of weird things around his house.

Victoria: yeah breakable things

24: What is the last thing you did together?

Misto: Answer question number 23

Victoria: pretty much yeah.

Misto: you need better questions.

25: Who is more straightforward?

Misto: *Points with a little twirl at Victoria*

Victoria: *scowls at him* okay so I prefer to tell others the truth but I still tell white lies.

Misto: yeah but you get to the point. It doesn't have to be a bad thing. I've been know to skirt around an issue because I don't want to say it outright.

Victoria: like you’re love for Tugger?

Misto: like my- no! Shurrup!

Victoria: you didn’t deny it

Misto: *gives her a glare*

Victoria: *looks back at him bored*

26: What is your favourite thing about your twin?

Misto: She's not taller than me.

Victoria: that he does magic

27: Out of your twins friends who is your least favourite?

Misto: Electra. She's judges me I just know it.

Victoria: just because she quieter than her sister does not mean she judges you.

Misto: She sits there... glaring at me.

Victoria: have you talked to her? Oh and to answer your question Electra’s twin Etcetera she squeals so much

Misto: She really does. Funny I thought youd say Pounce. You said he was a bad influence the other day.

Victoria: yeah but really it doesn’t help that Pounce,Tumble,George and Plato all follow Tugger like fan girls

Misto: whats that got to do with anything? The amount you bring up Tugger, it looks like you have the obsession not me.

Victoria: look I only said Pounce and tumble and George were bad influences on Plato that’s all

28: Whos better at drawing?

Misto: Do doodles of the person you have a crush on that day count as drawing? Coz if so, her.

Victoria: *blushes* I’m not really that good

Misto: definitely better than me though. I don't really have the patience to develop that skill.

Victoria: thanks Misto

Stay tuned for part 2!

[tumblunni]

Random more ideas for my Pokemon Cosmos fangame that will probably never happen because I am awful at creating things, but its fun to imagine as a distant dream to cheer me up on sad days~! And cos I talked with @summon-daze and she gave me really great suggestions! (if I missed anything you said yesterday, message me and I’ll add it here! I want everyone to hear your Fab Thoughts!)

* Maractus: sinnoh form! Its just a poor pokemon that deserved better. Giving it some sort of visual and mechanical revamp would help it step out from under cacturne’s shadow. My idea was maybe a different type of cactus, or a related plant. Like perhaps an aloe vera form that has healing moves!

* Pokemon contests replaced with EVIL MINIGAMES Like, how the Pokeathelon stats were all coloured the same as contest stats and stuff. Do a thing like that but more streamlined! Just have this one set of out-of-battle stats and use them for multiple different minigames! And since the protagonist is an evil team grunt, you coud have stuff like stealth, lockpicking, hacking, etc! Use a koffing as a smokescreen to swipe some cash!

* A possible other idea, or possibly both? Maybe THE PLAYER could have contest stats instead! Like the social stats in persona games, but for fun they could be the same interface as pokemon contests. Daze gave me some really cool suggestions like how ‘cuteness’ could mean how good you are at hiding your true intentions when the police interrogate you. I was thinking coolness could equal charisma/good at talking/whatever, so cuteness could be ‘innocence’. And like, if you just have it on its own then it might mean you actually are more of a good guy villain. But if you max out both cuteness and toughness then you become a super scary evil boss who can intimidate their minions but also manipulate people with false goodness.

* Following pokemon, but more! The cute idea of seeing other trainers having following pokemon in cutscnes sometimes, and stuff. I always really love seeing pokemon just living life around the world map, it always adds so much more worldbuilding! I loved the ride pokemon and the machamp delivery service and the various farming ranch places in different games. But what if you could just see more random lil animations of mons hanging out as npcs? Have some wild murkrow fluttering around on alleyway rooftops when it becomes nighttime. Have your rival character appear training their pokemon randomly on routes sometimes, like an actual overworld animation of it, not just battling them. Bits of supplementary visual storytelling! And I figured maybe the evil admins could have their own unique rooms, like in ORAS. But cos you’re playing as one of the team, you get to actually see them hanging around the room and stuff. See them playing with their mons while off duty! Who would have a pet bed? Who would just let their giant skuntank sleep on the foot of their own bed? Who would buy a bazillion squeaky toys? Who would spend all their time grooming thier mons for a secret Contest career on weekends? So many potential ideas! Hell, maybe just have some random events like sometimes if you open a certain cupboard a pokemon will jump out before you actually get to look in it. Tiny ghost friend is sleepe on de paperwork~ Oh, and it could be cool if following pokemon still happened even when you have a double battle partner! You get to see their pokemon too, followinmg after yours! Oh, and maybe depending on what pokemon you have, there’s a small chance of some secret animations? i was thinking maybe Cheryl’s chansey would carry small pokemon on her head.

* OH AND YEAH. Bigger role for the stat trainers! I was so happy Daze helped me figure this out, cos this totally solves so many problems I had with the early game plot and tutorial gameplay and stuff. The ‘stat trainer’ group that were sidequests in original sinnoh and partners in the battle frontier- here they could be like the supporting social links! A problem I had was that of course you cant just immediately be best friends with all the evil admins as soon as you join the team. So I was thinking I’d have to make up a bunch of new characters to carry the plot early on, but repurposing the stat trainers for this purpose would be awesome! They could be your set of ordinary friends you have while off-duty, and doing their friend routes helps train your social stats that you need to use to unlock the admin friend routes. So theyd actually literally be stat trainers!

* I’m not sure which social stats I should give to each of them though? I’m wondering at the moment about whether cheryl or mira should be ‘cuteness’. I mean, they’re both cute but who has it as more of a defining character trait? Honestly you could say either of them could work as toughness too, since cheryl is braving a haunted forest alone and mira is kicking ass in a big scary optional doom dungeon even though she’s like six years old! I can imagine mira’s route could more easily train toughness in the PLAYER though. Like, you’re inspired by seeing her being so brave and mature for her age, and you wanna try and look like a tough responsible older sibling figure to her. And hmm, cheryl’s personality was the most vague of them all, she could probably also symbolise beauty/elegance/composure if you wanna interpret it that way. Or she could be smartness, cos I dunno maybe if we looked for a reason why she was in that haunted dungeon in the first place, maybe she could be like a detective? That would be really neat if she still kept her personality and all, a very shy and humble detective that’s like ‘oh i’m not so great’ *is being great right now* Or maybe she’s not really a detective by career, but she could be like a paranormal investigator fan, or maybe she has a secret backstory that led to some reason she needs to find something in that forest, or maybe she’s not local to sinnoh and thats why she got lost, or maybe she was kidnapped by a villain and escaped but was stuck in the forest, or... well, cheryl’s vagueness has a lot of potential! Oh and Riley could also work as either smartness or beauty or coolness or... man all these undeveloped charries are just REALLY POTENTIAL in all five fundemental awesomenesses! It could work any way!

* Maybe they could have more inter-relating plots with gym leaders and other big plot figures? like how Buck is Flint’s brother. And there’s a small mention of Marley knowing Oak from kanto. I was thinking maybe cheryl and gardenia might know each other? or maybe cheryl could be related to a different grass type gym leader from another region. She just REALLY looks like she should be a grass type, but she’s all about the chanseys instead, lol! maybe she’s the black sheep of an all grass types family, and journeyed to sinnoh to start her own journey instead. So she could be like a sweet shy spoiled posh girl who maybe doesnt know entirely what she’s doing, and got wrapped up in [some sort of excuse for the forest sidequest] cos she was a little naive. But then when you team up with her you find out she’s actuallly a total badass stone wall strategist, and her relative inexperience at social situations doesnt mean she’s not a battle expert! And then maybe you could keep in touch with her while she lives at a hotel in one of the cities, and her continuing sidequests could involve you giving her tours of sinnoh and helping her send postcards back to her family. And.. like.. trying to hide the fact that she keeps getting into super dangerous situations, lol. Dear mom and dad I am completely fine and didnt beat up a bunch of villains with my bare knuckles this morning, here is my friend who absolutely didnt rescue me from forest ghosts. Oh, and maybe she could become friends with Fantina, because they could both relate to being from different regions. And fantina is just a very nice jolly person who probably does a bunch of community outreach programs in her neighbourhood and picks up litter in the hammiest way possible. i just imagine she tries to act like a mentor to anyone who even crosses her line of sight! lol, maybe her and crasher wake could even be rivals because of it? i imagine her teasing wake for getting a new student while wake is all like ‘gahhh please take this barry away, i keep telling him no’

* oh, and barry would be the unofficial sixth stat trainer. He’d still have a role in the plot as a friendly rival even though this is a perspective flip AU. I was thinking he doesnt know you’re actually one of the bad guys, so you end up being friends, and then when he finds out he tries to oppose team galactic in much the same way but now with an added plot of him believing there’s some good in you and trying to convince you to switch sides.