#theres more to be got out of doctor who and we're never gonna get it if we keep doing the same thing

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

they shouldve made the next 13 doctors women too just to see what happens

[l0velyrand0m]

Old Soul - The First Avenger

Chapter four of thirteen, i hope you enjoy. There's been a lot more interest on here than on wattpad and its kind of funny. But i appreciate all the notes and reblogs nonetheless, i'm glad theres a few people who don't think my writing sucks!

As Always: chapter one is pinned on my blog, and the full story can be found on wattpad.

Eliza watched as they took another syringe of Steve's blood. He was obviously annoyed, and Eliza knew he never much liked blood.

"Think you got enough?" he chided, getting incresingly more ticked off with every needle they stuck in his arm.

"Any hope of reproducing a program is locked in your genetic code," Peggy shook her head. "And without Doctor Erskine, it could take years."

Eliza cast her gaze downward at the mention of Erskine. He'd been killed only hours ago because of a HYDRA agent infiltrating the observation room. Steve chased him down and he killed himself with a cyanide tooth.

"He deserved more than this," Steve said sadly.

"If it could only work once, he'd be proud it was you," Peggy assured him, which elicited a smile from Steve.

"Colonel Phillips, my committee is demanding answers," Senator Brandt says, coming into the room, mildly angry.

"Great. Why don't we start on how a German spy got a ride to my secret installation in your car?" Phillips turned to Stark, who was working in the submarine the HYDRA agent attempted to escape in before Steve caught him and he met his demise. "What have we got here?"

"Speaking modestly, I'm the best mechanical engineer in this country. But I don't know what's inside this thing or how it works," Howard explains. "We're not even close to this technology."

"Then who is?" Brandt questions him, his patience for the man running thin.

"HYDRA. I'm sure you've been reading our briefings," Phillips says.

"I'm on a number of committees, Colonel."

"HYDRA is the Nazi deep science division," Eliza tells him.

Peggy nodded. "It's led by Johann Schmidt. But I'm sure he has much bigger ambitions."

"HYDRA is practically a cult. They worship Schmidt," Phillips adds. "They think he's invincible."

"So what are you gonna do about it?" Brandt asks.

"Spoke to the President this morning. As of today the SSR is being retasked."

"Colonel?"

"We're taking the fight to HYDRA. Pack your bags, Agent Carter. You too, Stark. You're flying to London tonight."

"Sir, if you're going after Schmidt, I want in," Steve tells Phillips. Eliza's eyes widened. As if the serum working wasn't enough shock.

"You're unstable..." Eliza muttered, knowing he wouldn't listen. "You're not in the condition to-"

"You're an experiment." Phillips looked from Eliza to Steve. "You're going to Alamogordo."

"The serum worked."

"I asked for an army and all I got was you," Phillips said flatly. "You are not enough."

•••

Eliza was dying of boredom watching Captain America march around recording a commercial for selling bonds.

Bonds buy bullets, bullets kill Nazis, bing bang boom, you're an American hero.

She thought this was all a bit much. She was bored out of her mind without Peggy to talk to, or Howard to stand there looking busy. But instead, she followed around her brother, who sold bonds as girls in indecent outfits - if you could even call them that - strolled around him.

It was sickeningly boring.

"The Star-Spangled Man With a Plan", or as the song repeatedly called him, "Captain America", was Steve's new job. Paired with an idiotic costume and ridiculous lyrics to a theme song to sell bonds, this couldn't get any more humiliating.

And all Eliza had to do was sit back and make sure Steve didn't die or something. Which was easier said than done when all he did was run around. However, seemingly without breaking a sweat.

This serum was ridiculously intuitive, and Eliza was learning more about it every day from the various books and journals that Erskine had kept on it.

His cells were regenerating at an incredible rate to constantly heal him. It made him stronger, faster. The serum amplified everything about him.

And at the same time she was learning more about Johann Schmidt, and how his serum worked.

The serum enhanced every aspect of yourself. Good becomes great, but bad becomes worse. Johann had bad intentions. Someone who only knew power couldn't respect it. But someone like Steve, who had nothing, respected the power and held it with a righteous fist.

In short - both men were now indestructible. And that was terrifying.

•••

Eliza had been flown to Italy with Steve for a performance. However, a returning infantry required a lot of medical attention, and she was requested to help.

Suddenly her brother and Peggy Carter ran into the infirmary tent.

"Well, if it isn't the star-spangled man with a plan," Phillips greeted Steve in annoyance. "And what is your plan today?"

Eliza drew her attention away from the gauze she had finished wrapping around a man's leg to snoop her way into the conversation.

"I need the casualty list from Azzano," Steve requests.

"What's on the list from Azzano?" Eliza quietly asked Peggy, slightly scaring her.

"Christ, Elizabeth," Peggy breathed. "It's the one-o-seventh. He flipped out and ran over here."

"Wait, what?"

"I just need one name. Sergeant James Barnes from the hundred and seventh."

Eliza's heart dropped to her stomach.

Phillips glared and pointed a finger at Peggy. "You and I are gonna have a comversation later that you won't enjoy."

"Please just tell me if he's alive, sir. B-A-R-"

"I can spell." Phillips stopped him, and briefly sifted through some of his papers. "I've signed more of these condolence letters today than I would care to count. But that name does sound familiar. I'm sorry."

Eliza didn't believe it. Phillips didn't even look. There's no way to know for sure.

"What about the others?" Steve asks. "Are you planning a rescue mission?"

"Yeah! It's called winning the war."

"But if you know where they are, why not at least..."

"They're thirty miles behind the line," Phillips explains. "Through the most heavily fortified territory in Europe. We'd lose more men than we'd save. But I don't expect you to understand that, because you're just a chorus girl."

"I think I understand just fine."

"Well then understand it somewhere else," Phillips says. "If I read the posters correctly, you've got somewhere to be in thirty minutes."

Phillips walks away, and Steve starts analyzing a map showing where the men are. "Yes, sir. I do."

Eliza narrowed her eyes at him and sighed. "I can't believe I actually agree with you."

Steve starts walking towards his tent, Peggy and Eliza following behind him. He starts throwing stuff into a bag as soon as he gets there.

"What do you plan to do? Walk to Austria?" Peggy asks him.

"If that's what it takes."

""You heard the Colonel, your friend is most likely dead."

"You don't know that," Eliza shrugged.

"Even so, he's devising a strategy. If he detects-"

"By the time he's done that, it could be too late!" Steve says sternly. He walks out to a Jeep and throws his bag in. "You told me you thought I was meant for more than this. Did you mean that?"

"Every word."

"Then you gotta let me go."

"I can do more than that."

•••

"The HYDRA camp is in Krausberg. Tucked between these two mountain ranges, it's a factory of some kind," Peggy informs Steve.

"We should be able to drop you right on the doorstep," Howard tells him.

Stark was currently piloting the plane that Peggy, Steve and Eliza all sat on, flying to the HYDRA camp that Steve believed Bucky and the rest of the one-o-seventh captives to be in.

"Just get me as close as you can," Steve tells them. "You know, you three are gonna get in a lot of trouble back at the lab."

"And you're not?" Eliza asks him sarcastically.

"Where I'm going, if anybody yells at me, I can just shoot 'em."

"They will undoubtedly shoot back," Eliza scoffs.

"Miss Rogers, if we're not in too much of a hurry I thought we could stop off in Lucerne for a late-night fondue?"

Peggy looks awkwardly over at Steve, who looks at Howard with a stern expression. "Stark's the best civilian pilot I've ever seen. He's mad enough to brave this airspace, we're lucky to have him."

Steve looked to Eliza, holding the same expression as he did to Howard. "So are you two..? Do you..? Fondue?"

Eliza got up and walked towards Howard's spot at the cockpit, desperate to leave that exchange.

"This is your transponder," Peggy says, handing Steve a small device. "Activate it when you're ready and the signal will lead us straight to you."

"Are you sure this thing works?" Steve questions, looking to Eliza and Howard.

"It's been tested more than you, pal."

Suddenly the plane shakes. "Hey, we're being shot at," Eliza muses sarcastically.

"Really? Didn't notice." Howard mumbles back to her.

"Get back here! We're taking you all the way in!"

Eliza whipped around to see her brother ready to jump out of the plane. "Steven Grant Rogers-"

"As soon as I'm free, you turn this thing around and get the hell out of here!"

"You can't give me orders, I'm your sister!"

"To hell I can't! I'm a Captain!"

Steve looks at his sister with a smile and jumps out of the plane.

"If he lives through this, I'll kill him myself."

[bonny-kookoo]

Jimin: Bat-Luck (2)

In which police officer Park Jimin is tasked with looking after you until there's a home ready for you.

Tags/Warnings: black flying fox!Jimin, Black Cat! Reader, stigmatization, mentions of physical and mental therapy, this is my emotional support Jimin now, and trust me he will be yours too, mentions of past abuse (starvation, physical punishments, degradation, mild case of stockholm-syndrome, hoarding, neglect)

Additional Chapter Warnings: bad flashbacks, comfort, jimin is a sweetheart

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Jimin has noticed by now that he's kind of stuck with you now.

After a good checkup at the hospital they decided it's best for you to stay with someone you trust- Jimin in this case, who happily agreed to look after you for the time being. Theres a bandage covering your left forearm- keeping the scratches underneath clean and protected from any dirt. You're also wearing a new, proper collar- for now with the police logo on it to signal that you're currently under government protection. It's a lot better than the grimy old thing they've found at your former 'home'.

"say, sweetheart?" Jimin gains your attention as you sit in the small room provided for questioning of witnesses- a way more friendly and less threatening environment than the interrogation rooms. "back at your home- was it always you hybrids and your owner?" he asks, and you shake your head, while he brushes out the knots of your tail- the action strange to you, as you've never had someone do that for you.

"I lived with an old man before." you admit quietly. "he was nice- but he got too old to take care of me." you tell him. "that's how I met lady J." you explain, and he nods. Based on the testimonies of the other hybrids, they all called her simply 'Lady J' and nothing else. "when I came with her, the others were already there. We fought a lot." you admit, and Jimin nods.

"when did.. The house become so cluttered?" he wonders, and you shrug as you watch him work so gently and carefully, trying not to pull on the hairs too much, even at the knotted parts.

"I dunno." you mumble. "it was always like that, I think." you say, and he hums a reply, making sure just to go one step at a time with you. "When can I go home?" you ask him, and he stops in his motions just for a split second, before he continues.

"we're gonna get you into a new home soon darling, don't worry." he reassures.

"But Lady J will get mad if we're not home." you worry, holding his wrist still now. "I don't wanna go on the balcony again." you quietly voice your fears, and jimin puts the brush down before he pets your ears- hands moving to hold your face tenderly. He can only imagine the horrors you must've faced.

"She can't and won't hurt you anymore. I promise." he tells you with urgency. "I told you I'll protect you, right?" he asks, ans you nod. "see? And I stand by my word." he reassures.

"so you'll be my owner now?" you ask, and he chuckles a bit. Hybrids don't technically need owners anymore- they can file for independence just kite he himself did years back when starting his police training. But for someone like you, that concept must be more than terrifying- at least Yoongi had explained it that way.

'Victims like her can't just be tossed out into freedom, just like you can't give a starving person all the food they want. They need a slow recovery, steady progress, and a stable environment to heal. ' the cat hybrid and doctor had told him after evaluating your state of mind for the records. 'Give her time, and security. She's unable to make decisions for now, so maybe start by giving her choices first. Limit the options she has, and then expand as you make positive progress.' the cat had explained. 'there's no one I'd rather trust her with than you. You'll do just fine.'

And Jimin hopes, very strongly, that Yoongi is right about that.

He wants to do more than just fine.

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Choices

Gif by me.

Warning: talk of abortion. Attempted abortion.

"Are you sure? Did you take a test"? Eyeball sucked on his cigarette like a freight train. He was freaking out inside but kept a cool composer.

"Yeah. I took three. Stole em from my sister. What are we going to do, Rich? We're too young to be parents. We have jobs that pay shit. We cant support a kid. What if theres two"? The thought of having more than one kid mad to hyperventilate.

"Y/N, calm down. Shh". Eyeball wrapped his arms around you and kissed your temple. "We're going to be okay".

"I'm not going to have it". You boldly said, making Eyeball let go of you.

"You sure? I dont want you to do anything you're going to regret". Eyeball sighed, running his hand through his hair.

"Yeah. It's for the best. We dont know anything about raising a kid. Look at our parents". You chuckle but it turned into a sob.

"Hey, come here". Eyeball cupped your face in his hands. "We're nothing like our parents. I'm never going to be like my old man. Ever. I would never hurt you or our child. But I'm going to support you with whatever discussion you make".

"Okay. I'm gonna go to the clinic today". You say sniffling.

"I'll take you".

"No". You put your hand on Eyeballs shoulder as he got up. "I'm going alone. I dont want you there".

"Y/N, come on". Eyeball pleaded. "I want to be there for you".

"No. I need to do this alone. I love you but I cant have you there, after it happens". You kiss his cheek and get up from the step of Eyeballs house. "I'll see you around". You sighed and walked off. As you turned the corner you both broke down. Eyeball punched the house, his anger mixed with sadness.

"Miss Y/L/N, the doctor will see you". The nurse at the desk motioned for you to come back. You gulped and headed back. This was it, you weren't going to be pregnant anymore. What a relief, right? Then why did you feel so guilty?

Eyeball paced Aces livingroom floor, chewing on his nails.

"Fuck man, you're making me dizzy. Sit the fuck down". Ace yelled and threw a pillow at Eyeball.

"I can't let her do this alone. I should be there. I should. Fuck, what do I do"? Eyeball asked his fellow gang members.

"Go. If you want to go then go. Who's stopping you"? Billy replied.

"She didnt want me to go".

"Who the fuck cares? That's your kid too. You should be able to see it leave this world". Ace chuckled.

Eyeball gave Ace a death glare. "I dont want her to get rid of it. I'm excited to be a dad with her". Eyeball grinned, he wanted to be a dad.

"Are fucking serious? Why"? Ace scoffed. He hated kids.

"I love Y/N. I want to marry her. I want a family and if that means starting one at seventeen than it was meant to be".

"Then I guess we should stop the procedure. You're gonna be a dad". Ace, Charlie and Billy cheered. They all ran out of the house and jumped into Aces car. Speeding off to the clinic.

Your nerves were starting to effect you. As you sat there on the bed in your gown, your leg shaked and your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your chest and land at your feet.

"Just stay calm, the doctor will be here shortly. You're not the first girl to come in today trying to fix their mistakes". The nurse spoke harshly.

You scoffed. It wasnt a mistake. Eyeball wasn't a mistake. You loved him. You loved everything about him and you wanted to marry him. This baby wasnt a mistake.

"Can I have a few minutes to re think about this"? You gulped sitting up.

"Sure". She rolled her eyes and went out the door. You sat there chewing on your bottom lip. A hand on your stomach.

"Hey, kiddo. Um, I know you're probably freaking out like I am but do you really want us as parents? We might screw you up or something. But then you might grow up and be a doctor and cure cancer or invent a medicine that cures diabetes. All those possibilities will go down the drain if I get rid of you. I wanna keep you. Are you okay with that? Give me a sign". You whispered to your stomach. Then you heard a crash from the front.

"Where is she? Where's my girlfriend"? Eyeball and the gang were fighting their way into the clinic.

"You need to leave. The procedure is being done". The harsh nurse from earlier told Eyeball.

"Bullshit. Where is she? Y/N! Y/N!". Eyeball called out as the security guards held him back.

"Call the police". The nurse said to another one behind the desk.

"Let me fucking see her, ya bitch". Eyeball growled at the nurse. Ace threw a punch at a guards face. Eyeball grabbed a guard by the throat and pushed him up against the wall.

"Y/N! I'm here"! Eyeball yelled over the chaos.

Hearing your name being called you smiled. "Thanks for the sign, kid". You hurried and put on your clothes just as the doctor came in.

"Miss"?

"I changed my mind". You giggled, jogging to the front.

"Eyeball"! You waved, getting his attention as the guards held him back.

"Oh thank God". Eyeball smiled through teary eyes.

"I couldn't do it. I couldn't". You pushed the guards off of him and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I'm sorry".

"No. I'm sorry. I should've stopped you. I knew you didnt want to get rid of it. I'm happy you didnt". Eyeball buried his face in your neck.

"How are we going to do this"?

"By trial and error. We can always learn from our mistakes on the next kid". Eyeball chuckled, grabbing your face and kissing your lips.

"I love you so much". You mumbled against his lips.

"I love you more. Let's go home". Eyeball wrapped his arm around your waist and walked you out. Ace was getting into another altercation with the guards and Billy was flirting with a cute redheaded nurse.

When you got home, Eyeball and you talked. A long time. He decided that he'll work two jobs before the baby's born and save up enough money then he'll quit the least paying job and help you out after the baby gets here. He was stepping up. He wanted this more than anything else in the world. Having you as the mother of his child and his soon to be wife. Life was looking good for the Chambers name. Just hoping history doesnt repeats itself.

[danceing-spelled-wrong]

Made a Grumpus OC

They're just one of few of them..not sure if I'll draw any of them, I drew them because..I'm bored

I have a grumpsona in mind..but I'm not finish with it's design

I guess I'll explain them

Amly Ductforce(I'm bad at names) came to Snaktooth island because they were bored and needed a vacation from their "job"

He's gender-fluid and doesn't mind people getting his pronouns wrong when he doesn't feel that gender, but some just call him a "They" and that's fine by him

One thing that she's really good at, is lying and stealing. When she came to Snaktooth Island, she started her hobby right away and stole some things from Wambus which got him pretty upset

He gives everyone nicknames despite not liking anyone besides Cromdo

She likes order yet enjoys chaos, sometimes, she would plant random objects that belong to the residents in each other's huts to start up something

When the town split, he went to the Boiling Bay due to the nice warm yet cold feel to it and because she wanted to steal stuff from Floofty

They're probably in their late 40s early 50s

Her and Cromdo get along for the most part as long as she doesn't steal anything from him

In their hut, they have a lot of stolen objects, most from Wambus

Their hut is beside Liz and Egg's hut but is to the right of the beach

If he was in the game, then you'd meet them the same time you meet Floofty

She doesn't like Lizbert because she always calls her out on the stuff she steals, same for Beffica

Due to his hatred to Lizbert, he shares the same hatred towards Eggabell but doesn't go out his way to steal from her, seeing her as too fragile

He's scared of Chandlo(because he would snap her like a twig), Shelda(because she acts like a cult leader), and Gramble(because he's too nice)

If they get caught stealing, they lie about it and theres a 90% chance it'll work due to their confident sounding voice and being a bit manipulative

Dialogue in game:

What everyone thinks of them

Filbo:

"Oh..them? They're..ok, as long as they don't cause any trouble.."

Wambus:

"...."

Beffica:

"She's just a thief, no wonder her and Cromdo work so well together, they're nothing but squeebs."

Gramble:

"I never spoke to him before..but..I don't think he likes me very much.."

Wiggle:

"She stole my banjo and said she wanted to play a song, but then she threw it off a cliff! I'm so glad I have fast reflexives."

Snorpy:

"All they do is steal stuff! Then lie about stealing that stuff! I haven't gotten my inventions back in 3 months!"

Cromdo:

"Ah..that grump is something all right..greatest business partner ever, she and I are gonna rule the money world!"

Triffany:

"Oh..Amly? I don't come in contact with her often but Wamby doesn't like her."

Chandlo:

"After they stole my balls AND Snorpy's inventions, I promised to never speak to them for the rest of my life bro!"

Floofty:

"I don't appreciate them stealing my leg or my notes. If given the chance, I would experiment on them."

Shelda:

"Do not speak of thy name who gladly would turn his back on us if given the chance!"

Cemi:

"Nope. I don't like her at all..she's not that attractive..and she hangs with Cromdo."

Charlia:

"I really don't like it when she tries to remove my arm..it hurts my feelings.."

Being asked about Floofty:

"I like stealing their stuff but if I offered to help them, I think they'll kill me."

Meeting them:

"Woah..a new face! I haven't seen anyone new around here in..grumping forever!"

"Who are ya and why are you talking to me?"

*explains*

"Oh! You're that amateur journalist Lizzie was talking about! I thought you were never coming, isn't this grand? New faces! New people! New stuff to..borrow!"

"I'm Amly Dustforce, the ruler of Snaktooth island!"

Will you come back to town?

"Wait..town? No way..if Cromy's not there, then I'm not going!"

"Also, I'm a little parched, can ya get me a Sqaquiri? I'd drink those things, everyday of the week, maybe we can..cut a deal, how's that sound doll?"

*Caught Sqaquiri*

"Now THAT was a refreshing beveridge, thanks doll!"

"So, ya want me to come back to town? Well, I might need some convincing, I want ya to find out what that Filbo kid does when nobody's lookin, I could use it for..things."

*You find out what Filbo does*

"HA! Are you serious?! Oh jezz, and I thought he couldn't be more of a squeeb! HAHA! Goodness..that's a laugh I needed..ha!"

"Good to know theres some things to see in town, but I'm more interested in WHAT is in town."

"For ya final task, I want ya to steal Beffica's diary..then rip out some pages that are interesting, and give them to me. Easy."

*You grab the pages*

"Sweet! Good job my messenger grump!"

"*sigh*, I think I'm ready to go to town..but..first I want you to get Cromy in town."

But you said that was the final task

"I lied."

"Get Cromy in town and I'll follow right behind, deal?"

*Cromdo is in town*

"Wow! That was..slow but it'll do!"

"Thanks doll, looking forward to chatting with ya! Farewell!"

Interview:

Have time for an interview?

"Interview? That sounds fun! I'm in."

Who are you?

"Amly Ductforce, it's pronounced Aim-ly. Strange. I know."

Why come to Snaktooth Island?

"I heard of Lizzie's stupid conspiracy on TV, I was about to change the channel when I heard there was an island involved, and I just so happened to be looking for a place to host my vacation. So I packed up and lied about being interested in her expedition."

Vacation from what?

"My life. My job. My family. Everything basically."

Thoughts on Bugsnax?

"I guess they're ok, the names could be better..but some taste pretty good. Note, keep away from the Aggroll."

Why?

"Because those things will break some bones and the flavor isn't even worth it! Also because it's named after someone I'm not found of."

Why did you leave town?

"I could handle the drama between Wamby and Gram, but once Cromy left, I had no reason to stay. I wanted to follow him, but I decided to live near the beach instead, so yeah."

What do you think about Cromdo?

"Me and him have a pretty decent relationship, I give him what he wants and he takes the fall for me. Simple business."

Are you planning on betraying him?

"No way, he's cool, I don't consider him a friend, but he's still great to work with."

Any info on Lizbert?

"Liz..I grumping hate her! She keeps saying I stole stuff from her, I would never do such a thing! If she didn't have that little obstacle beside her, I would burn her hut down!"

Woah, calm down. Who's this obstacle?

"I am calm..just speaking out my mind. And I'm talking about Eggabell. The doctor? Lizzie's girlfriend? Eggy bell? Yeah. She and her are like..two papers in a file. Theres nothing you can do to separate those two."

What happened to Lizbert?

"If we're being honest, I'm not sure."

Are you lying?

"Heh. For once in my life, no. I really don't know what happened to Lizzie, she went up that mountain and didn't come back."

How do you know she went up the mountain?

"I saw her."

Why didn't you tell anyone?

"I did. Nobody besides Cromy believed me, guess that's the price being the best liar in the world."

That'll be it. Thank you

"No problem doll, that was pretty fun! Here, have this!"

*stolen piece of journal paper*

"Found it while cleaning Lizzie's hurt, it might help ya in someway. Any who, I gotta run, farewell!"

Side Quests:

"Heya doll, you won't believe what I discovered! It'll help ya find Liz!"

What?

"First..get me a Poptick..it's very important."

Why?

"Trust me! It's super super SUPER important!

Sure, I guess

"Caramel please."

*Got the Poptick*

"Perfect..now..I need a Snaquiri.."

Are you going to tell me why?

"Nope. Make it quick! I have a feeling my brain's about to forget everyone!"

*Got the Snaquiri*

"Good..now..I need a Cheery, that'll be all to finish this!"

I have a feeling you're lying

"I'm hurt."

Fine.

"Hurry up! I'm losing my life force!"

*Got the Cheery*

"Alright..now-"

*silence*

What?

"That's it. I was just hungry."

Why did you say it was important

"There was no way you'd do it if I asked, so I just..slightly lied."

Slightly?!

"Calm down doll! Everything fine! Nobody got hurt.."

You have a lying problem

"I know..but I can't do anything about it, it's the only thing I got."

"When you're a liar, nobody wants to be around you, nobody likes you..and nobody will trust you."

"Ever since birth, I lied, stole, and broke so many things, nobody wants anything to do with me. I had no friend and my family kept saying I was a bad person..so I don't talk to them anymore."

"Lying is all I got left doll and if I stop, I got nothing. So I'm not stopping anytime soon, so deal with it."

"Thanks for the food..farewell."

Welcome back message:

"Oh..you're..back."

"Heya Wamby, didn't know you'd be back either! How sweet! The gangs coming back!"

"Amly, if you go near my farm-"

"What? Me? Go near your farm? No way! I would never!"

"Don't think that everyone things you're a saint! Only Cromdo thinks that!"

"I don't think I am one, but it's nice knowing you think so!"

"Just stay away from my farm."

"Deal. Happy catching up with you!"

Major Celebration Dialogue:

"You know, Cromby..maybe we should take a break from our business, we're making a few people upset by it."

"Agreed. What should we do to be occupied til then?"

"Hm..maybe we could sell Bugsnax? I could..borrow that trap the journalist uses."

"Yeah..yeah I like that idea!"

"It's settled! Cromy and Amly's marketing lives on!"

"We need a better name."

"Yeah.."

*approaching him*

"Heya doll, how's the party?"

*asked to dance*

"Sorry, but I'm working. Maybe when we sell out."

*sold out*

"Wow! That was quick, how's about a dance Cromy?"

"You bet! Meet you on the dance floor!"

Reaction to partner(I guess..he paired with Cromdo and Beff):

Cromdo: "Grumping..NO!"

Beffica: "Wait..no..what..what's going on?!"

Dying message:

"I'm nothing but a liar..a cold..worthless liar. I hurt so many people..no wonder I have no friends..at least I got bugsnax.."

Final message(Good ending):

"What the ever grump was all that?! Why..did...oh zonk who cares?We're alive! Ha ha! Amly lives to see a new day!

You know..after all of this..I think I'll finally turn over that new leaf..I'll quit my job..and start fresh in the country. I should also apologize to everyone I hurt, so..sorry doll, I stole your pen...

Geez that took a lot out of me! Ah! This'll be hard!

But..it feels..kinda nice..guess I shouldn't wait around..farewell, til we cross paths again, doll."

Final message(Bad ending)

"What..the grump? Cromdo..he's..gone. This..makes me..realize..our lives are so..fragile, I..shouldn't waste it..

Oh Cromdo..if I known that..I would have put myself in your place

At least..maybe we could be together..again

Business partners forever...ha.."

I over complicate everything

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It Was All Yellow

40!s Joe gets flustered around pretty girls. He meets his pretty neighbor who just moved in.

A/n: hello its me again. Took me a whole day to finish this (plus extra minutes in the shower) Comments are welcome and reblogs boost morale!

Warnings: blood mention. Nothing graphic tho uwu

Joe was sitting at the lobby of his apartment building reading today's paper. It was a bright Saturday morning. He flicked through the pages of the paper, skimming through the news articles about the recent murders upstate. It was too bright a day for stories like that. He looked up from the newspaper to see a lovely lady in a bright yellow dress entering the building, dragging a large travel trunk with her. He drops the newspaper to the couch he was sitting on as he stood up, buttoned his suit jacket and walked up to the young lady to help her.

"thank you" her voice carried through like a melody, speaking after her case was placed inside.

"Its nothing really. Are you moving in here?" He asks, immediately regretting his dumb question. Of course she's moving in.

"I am. I guess the luggage gave it away huh?" She smiles at the man who gets shy around pretty girls.

Nice work, Joe.

The landlady came out and gave her the key as well as some instructions and rules of the building. Not long after, she started gathering her things.

"I'm Joe by the way. Joe Mazzello. I'm afraid the elevator is busted so we'll have to take the stairs." He explained rather quickly.

For a second, confusion shrouded her face until she caught up with what he said. "Oh you mean the lift?"

Ah, British then.

Joe made a mental note to ask Ben, his British friend, why they have different names for things.

"Its all right, my flat is just one floor up. Nothing I cant handle." She said in a cheerful tone he almost felt the sunshine through it.

Joe picked up the heavy trunk carrying it up the stairs. "Let me help you then!" He suddenly felt giddy at the fact that she will be her next door neighbor as he is the only occupant on the second floor.

As they rounded the stairs, she went on to introduce herself. "I'd shake your hand but you're rather occupied at the moment" she joked. Joe laughs. They finally reach the second floor. Joe sets her case beside her door as she takes off her gloves and faces him. She had lovely hands. And she's not wearing a ring of any sort! She extends her hands to him and he takes it in his. Her hands were soft and warm.

"Well, Joe its been a pleasure meeting you and I am looking forward to being your next door neighbor!" She smiled. She releases his hand as she unlocks her door and pulls her case inside.

"Huh.. Hey wait how did you know that we're gonna be- that i live- I never said-" Joe spoke,confused and gesturing to his door down the hall.

"Hmm the landlady must've mentioned it." She spoke as she started closing the door. "Thank you again, Joe." She said, finally closing the door.

"Okay i'm gonna let you get settled then..." His voice slowly fading in his throat. Joe went on with his day still thinking about his lovely neighbor.

The next morning Joe got up and went straight to the kitchen to make breakfast. The yellow sunlight blasting through his kitchen window made him squint at the bright light. He pulled his fridge door open to find nothing but a water container.

Okay, so we're eating at the cafe. And maybe grab some groceries for a homemade dinner. Maybe he can invite his neighbor over.

He was about to return to his room to get dressed when he noticed his indoor plant had died and had completely dried out. It's little leaves gather around the pot, crunching between his fingers. Only yesterday the plant was in full bloom and he'd never neglected watering it and giving it some air and sunshine. He would even spend time talking to it about his day. He should tell Lucy about it.

A little crestfallen about his plant, Joe got dressed and was locking up his apartment door when suddenly his pretty neighbor appeared behind him, startling him a little.

"Hi Joe!" Her voice already cheering him up. He turned to see her dressed in a similar fancy dress printed with flowers.

"I was wondering if I could invite you over tonight for dinner as a thank you for helping me yesterday. I hope you're a fan of pasta..?" She asked.

The thought of having pasta in his system made his stomach grumble.

"You know, you don't really have to thank me about yesterday. But you had me when you said 'pasta'. Did you know I'm part italian?" He joked.

"I figured. Well I hope my pasta skills live up to your authentic taste then?"

"Theres only one way to find out"

"Great! Dinner will be ready by 7. Its a date then!" She said as she headed back to her place. Joe couldn't shake the fact that this woman always seemed to be one step ahead of him.

Joe had some breakfast and went straight to the grocers. He was debating if bringing wine for dinner might give a wrong impression. He opted to bring tea instead.

Joe met Ben for lunch. He told him everything about his new neighbor excitedly as Ben kept a straight face the entire time, shoving a sandwich and some fries into his system. "You should've just bought the wine!" Ben finally commented when Joe mentioned about what he will be bringing for dinner. "Just because she's British doesn't mean she wants to have tea all the time, Joe. You americans are just stereotyping."

Joe suddenly felt guilty. "...s-so should I just get the wine..?" He said, asking his friend for advice.

"No! Unless you want to spend the night with her? Is that what you want to do, Joe?" Ben sipped his drink. Joe wonders why is he still friends with this useless fellow.

As he was getting dressed for dinner, Joe was debating which dress shirt should he wear. He doesn't want to be overdressed for the occasion. Its just dinner, Joe.

He finally settled with a pale blue button down shirt tucked into his brown slacks. He picked up the box of fruit tea that he bought for her and headed to her place.

Before his knuckles could hit the painted wood, her door opened to reveal Joe's pretty neighbor dressed in a pale blue dress. "Joe! I was just about to get you! Come in!" Joe smiled and stepped in.

His neighbor has only moved in yesterday morning but everything was neat and in order. Its like she's lived here for years. Candles flickered at the dinner table and on the kitchen. The whole place smells wonderful.

"I see you've settled in rather nicely!" He commented.

"I have! Please sit down, I'll get the food" she motioned at one of the two chairs at the dinner table as she disappeared into the kitchen. She emerged carrying a smoking pot of pasta with pale sauce and some yellow tomatoes.

"I went to the grocers this morning and bought these for you" Joe said as he presented the box to her.

"Oh you didn't have to. But thank you" she placed the box by the kitchen counter.

As they ate dinner, Joe's neighbor asks about him.

They were finishing up their food when Joe asked: "so what about you? What brings you to New York?"

With a solemn voice she answered "I have a grandmother here. She's very sick. The doctors said she has very little time left and I am her next of kin."

"I'm so sorry to hear that." Joe apologizes as the mood shifts between them.

"No its fine." She says as she gets up from the dinner table to retrieve a wine bottle and some glasses. She poured them a drink. Joe smiles to himself.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked while standing next to him, noticing his smile.

"I was about to bring over some wine but my friend decided against it" he explained as he drinks from his glass

"Why would he decide against it?" She inquired, refilling Joe's now empty wineglass.

"Well he thought I might give you the wrong impression" he speaks after drinking, already feeling a little buzzed by the strong alcohol in his system.

"What kind of impression?" She pressed, refilling Joe's glass once more, seeing the blush creeping on his cheeks down to his neck.

Joe's eyes were dazed as he feels his head becoming lighter. He looks at her as she sits on his lap, her hand over his, holding the wineglass close to his lips.

He pours the contents of the wineglass into his mouth as his other hand wraps around the pretty girl's waist pulling her closer. He drops the wineglass to the carpeted floor and loses himself in her eyes, basking in each other's closeness. He couldn't focus on anything else except for the specs of gold in her eyes. He feels the sudden warmth break from his chest. His vision blurs.

/ / /

The next day, Ben waits for Joe at the lobby of their workplace. Joe was never late so maybe he called in sick.

"Hey Rami, did Joe call?" Ben asked his workmate, sitting across his work desk.

"No he didn't. Is he alright?" Rami asked.

Ben explained to Rami about Joe's dinner date with his neighbor.

"Well maybe he's getting laid then" Rami joked as they started working.

As soon as Ben clocked out, he headed to Joe's apartment. He knocked on his door. No response.

He twisted the doorknob to find it unlocked. He stepped in the apartment to find everything in correct order. Joe's music records, eighth grade baseball trophy, and his favorite indoor plant which was given by Lucy for his birthday was healthy, yielding yellow flowers.

He entered Joe's bedroom and even opened his bathroom to find the whole place empty. He decided to head to the police to report a missing person. Just as he steps into the ground floor of the building, a girl in a beautiful Sunday dress walks in, holding the hand of an elderly woman while carrying a large suitcase. She looks up to Ben's bright eyes and smiled.

And before he could stop himself, he spoke: "here let me help you with that.." Reaching for the suitcase.

"Thank you, you are very kind." Her sweet voice blessed his ears.

She introduced herself to him. "I'd shake your hand but you're rather occupied at the moment." She said. Ben laughs and tells her his name.

He carried her suitcase up to her doorstep while helping the elderly woman she was with up the stairs.

When she arrived at the doorstep, she let the elder woman in while she stayed at the threshold, looking at Ben. "That was my grandmother. She was very sick the other day but thankfully she recovered after a hearty meal." Ben was still dumbfounded with her. She took off her gloves and extended her hand to him. He took her hand in his. She had very soft hands.

"Thank you, Ben. And good night." She let go of his hand and slowly closed the door.

Ben felt like he was flying. He headed downstairs, got on his car that was parked by the curb, and drove straight home, thinking about the girl she met at an apartment building. Maybe he can ask Rami for some tips on how to ask a girl out.

A/n: Giallo means 'yellow' in Italian. It is also a genre referring to italian film/literature crime-thriller plots. Nowadays, Italians refer to mysterious or unsolved events as Giallo. (Plural Gialli)

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Sickness

Dean x reader Words 1000. Tags - @me-myself-i-and-joon @pastellittlexx . @supernaturaladdicted @supernaturalgirl85  @mystrie @dearhamilchill-221b @thatprofessionalfangirl

Summary- you have to leave the Winchester's because you can't keep bothering them with something personal .... THERES A BIG PLOT TWIST.!!

You have been sick your whole life, from the age of 20 going from hospital to hospital. It's exhausting and can get very expensive. And one problem your a Hunter. So being very very sick all the time and being a hunter isn't a very good match. You were 28 when you met Sam and Dean. You were getting better at the time but then you started getting very sick again.

You had this conversation way too many times before.

"y/n you aren't feeling very well today just stay in bed". Deans voice said.

"I've been in bed for a week now I need to get out".

"you don't want to get more sick". "fine I'll stay".

"Thank you. We'll be back before you know it i

Love you" and off he goes with a kiss to your cheek.

You were coughing like there was no tomorrow and now you have really bad chest pains not to mention a migraine. Sam and Dean got back just in time to see the scene that is about to happen. It's one there quite familiar with but still panick at.

You were laying down coughing really hard feeling blood coming up you leaned over the bed side and blood came up, while you were coughing..

Deans pov~~ "I can't believe it was that easy. That girl was totally hitting on you by the way ".

"no dean she wasn't".

"Sure- " he could hear the Terrible coughing sounds you were making. "I'm gonna go check on her. Y/n?"

He heard a gurgle sound outside the door and busted into your shared room.

The scene in front of him was terrifying. You were on your back with blood in your mouth chocking. If no one was there to sit you up you could die because you were too weak to get up.

Dean sat you up "SAM."

Sam came running in.

"we have to go to the hospital." He Pat's your back and picks you up to put you in the Impala. The whole time your coughing which then turns into your lungs wheezing.

You feel yourself drift off and then you feel your body shaking like someone was running with you. "HELP!! SHE NEEDS HELP" Dean screams. then everything goes black.

About 3 hours later wake up coughing of course. You saw Dean sitting next to you.

"I'll go get a nurse". You closed your eyes because yet again the love of your life had to see you go through that and look weak.

The nurse and the doctor come in. They use a pump on you to get the blood out your stomach before and now:

"take her in there and pump her stomach again!"

Not again you think.

When your finished the doctor says you should be good for alittle while but he thinks for only about a month.

He says that there might be a surgery that can help but it's very very expensive.

Of course everything is expensive that's why you never got the surgery in the first place.

"well how expensive?" Dean demands.

"well this visit today is about 1/4 of the price for the surgery." He says.

"how much will today's be" you ask.

"Somewhere around $3000"

Even with the credit cards you steal and use, wouldn't be able to pay for all this. Who has that much laying around.

"there has to be another way". Dean says loudly.

"I'm afraid not." The doctor says

Dean is about to get violent but Sam holds him back. "Dean come on". He says.

~~~~~

"You get to go home now are u ready? I'll help you get changed." Dean asks. With a forced smile.

"yeah can't wait". You say blankly.

"y/n it'll be fine. We'll find a way I promise."

"how we don't even have that much money?"

"stop worrying about the money. We always get it somehow. We will for this too".

"it took us almost 2 months to get the money for medicine last time it's not gonna be that easy. You can't keep wasting your money on me"

"... Alright don't go there. I'm not wasting it because it helps you and I can't lose you"

"I'm sorry dean"

"a

shh, it's not your fault babe. Let's get out of here".

at the bunker

You fell asleep as soon as you hit the bed and dean joins you after having about 5 beers.

You wake up with Dean next to you holding you tightly. You smiled and rubbed his cheek.

You kissed him and he woke up.

"5 more mins" you laughed hahaha

"you and your 5 mins. " You said getting up.

"I'm serious." He pulled you back down to him.

"okay okay fine"

After about 10 mins you guys made your way down stairs to Sam making pancakes and eggs.

"oh yummy thank you Sam. You didn't have to make this"

"no I wanted to" you lightly smile.

You guys had a day off again and it was amazing.

2 weeks later ~

You haven't been feeling to well again always tired.

11 am

You were in the library when you heard the boys saying they found another case and dean said he was going to go pack but you fell asleep again.

6pm

You woke up in your bed and dean was sitting next to you.

"what are you doing here? Did you finish the case already?"

"um no Sam got someone to go along with him so I could stay here with you. "

You sighed. "You didn't need to do that Dean. You can't just stay home because of me. "

"I wanted to it's fine."

"you can't do that forever."

"I know."

3 weeks later ~

Dean stayed home for the last case Sam found again and now he finally just left for the new one they sound this morning. It took a lot of convincing. He can't keep going on like this and neither can you.

"I have to leave the Winchesters behide. " You whispered and started packing your bags.

Or maybe there was something else you do . . .

But everything is temporary isn't it so why not.

You got the box and your Id and went into the woods.

"hello y/n. What can I help you with today?"

"I want to make a deal."

"hmm and what's this deal?

"I'll sell my soul to you but there's two things."

"aren't there always?"

"When I give you my soul, I want to be healed and I want 10 years."

"eh, that's a bit much dont you think."

"no.10 years isn't a lot"

"okay, it's a deal.". "really, just like that ?" You ask.

"well maybe one thing."

"it'll have to be 8 years." "why?"

"because there's rules with these things."

"fine." "Okay so 8 years and your soul will be mine and you'll be healed. Pleasure doing business with you."

"yeah. Now let's get this over with." You kissed the guy for alittle and then you pulled back and he was gone.

"Oh sam and dean won't be to happy about that will they?" You heard someone say and turned around.

"Lucifer?" You ask.

"in the flesh, yes." He laughs. "We're you even planning on telling them?"

"eventually." You say. "well what if I told you, I could get you out of that deal and heal you.? I would just need a favor"

"yea and what's that favor"? You ask. "Help me get my mojo back for a little and then your free to go." You didn't say anything thinking about his offer. "Not so bad right? What do you say"

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

was thinking abt how my ideal doctor/yaz is when they love each other only sliiiightly more than they hate themselves, but then i was like, you know what might be better actually? if they dont love each other at all

i mean think about it. it's easy. they cant. they havent, like, build a life together. they never had to. love is a promise they didnt make

what passes for romantic feelings for companions in the doctor i think generally is idolisation. yaz has definitely been idolising. depending on your take the doctor might also have been the object of her first queer feelings ever. shes unattainable in like every way for yaz. theres no future to imagine here. there never was. i dont think either of them ever assumed there would be either. theyve had their eyes on the finish line since the beginning

so imagine a reunion. yaz and 14. every barrier now lifted. the doctor no longer lives a life of running from one place to the next; no more being with the doctor means neglecting home. hes suddenly emotionally available too. and they both know,,,Everything. they both know everything theyve never talked about. they reach the finish line and crash over it, into each other, no one had plans for this. a mess

so time to build, right? this is everything they wanted, right? except, is it? they only know each other in extremis. two adrenaline junkies in shared search of a fix. two people unable to stop running, forcibly grounded. yaz has five years of unspoken grievances to air. the doctor about five thousand of unspeakable memories. this is two peas in a powder keg

the doctor attaches in extremes, with abandon, yaz only cautiously, with reservation. neither of them know how to do friendship very well. theyve spent years afraid of losing each other, do you think theyre gonna be able to tolerate being apart now? even if being around each other is pressing every wrong button like a novice pilot or one who never read the manual, and inevitably leads to arguments they both know are years out of date but cant stop themselves from having anyway?

their coping mechanisms might have been malformed but now theyre taken away. dont you think theyre gonna come up with something to replace picking fights with daleks? we've got ptsd à deux and nowhere to go. if they cant be helpful at least they can keep busy. picking fights with each other. having sex with each other, because hey we got this newfound queer sexuality we should try it out, right? none of this is quite right but we're not gonna stop to think now, are we? 

should we talk about the gender thing? oh but youre a timelord, billions of years beyond this petty human obsession. but, youre not. so why not obsess a little. rather this than the other stuff. and yaz likes you as a woman. and rose gets all this trans stuff. keep weaving them in because if you stop they might just fall out. of your orbit, the world, the universe, the story. you'll never see them again and you'll be all alone. again. better keep tying knots

how long until they realise this is worse than it was? how long before they can admit it to themselves? how many people to suggest, to one or the other, that hey maybe you guys should spend some time apart? go on vacation, find a hobby, get a job, talk to other people, give yourself a break. how many people to get snapped and yelled at because what do they know? what does anyone know? nobody does, nobody gets it. ryan and graham left, dan came in too late. nobody else lived their days. nobody could possibly understand whats between them. including them

it's yaz who tries breaking up, of course. takes too long to get there, but she would get there. eventually. the doctor gets mean, all "glad to be home?", all tooth and nail and you cant leave me i leave you, all scoffs and snarls, "we're not together, yaz"

"sure, whatever you say"

but if people stop watching doctor who kills himself. the doctor doesnt say this, of course. but yaz is very proficient in all the ways the doctor does not say things

"yeah well, survived it last time, so"

she doesnt clarify who. doesnt need to. the game of chicken never ended, only changed shape. who falls first, who realises first, who admits first, who stays alive longest after the universe ends. and now, perhaps, whos gonna reach for desperate measures first

place your bets