Oswald Cobblepot (Penguin) x Reader - Chapter 1You were just an average, everyday girl. You were moving out of a small town, to the big city...Gotham.
You couldn't deny that you were extremely nervous, there weren't many people in your small little town, compared to a huge city!
Your moving truck was full and you drove to your new home, saying goodbye to all of your old friends and all your family.
You arrived at your new house and fiddled around in your pocket for your keys, though you couldn't find them. You knew you had them when you left your old home, so you must have dropped them when you got out of the truck, so you began to search around.
After about 5 minutes, you began to panic, you wouldn't be able to get into your house at this rate, so that wasn't a good start
“Looking for something miss?”
A voice coming from behind had startled you. It was a man in a very smart black suit, black hair and a very pale complexion.
“Uhm...Yeah, I lost my house key.”
You hear a jangling noise as he brings his right
Oswald Cobblepot x Reader - Chapter 1 (Gotham)You were the daughter of one of Sal Maroni's friends... When you were very young, your parents were killed through some drug dealing incident and Maroni adopted you. Easily said, you hated his guts! He never had time for you! Now you weren't a brat and understood that business was important, but the ammount of times he watched you get beaten and tortured because his business came first was ridiculous! You wanted him dead! Or at least you wanted to leave, but he had men everywhere!
“__?! __ where are you?!”
You trudged downstairs in your usual attire.
“What is it, 'Dad'?..”
“Don't talk to me that way! I wanted you to meet a new member of our group!”
“Dad... You know I'm never interested in your friends...”
“Oh, oh you will be! Oswald!”
A black, spiky haired man hobbled through the room... He had a strange limp.
“...You think just because he looks a little different to your usual men I'll be interested?
11!Doctor x Reader - If I Lose Myself“If I loose myself tonight,
it’ll be by your side,
if I loose myself tooniight,
whoo-hoo-how…” You sang at the top of your lungs, while dancing around your room, picking up stuff. The need to clean your room had been nagging at you for a while now, since it had been weeks since you did it last time and had felt rather guilty for letting the TARDIS become such a mess.
You had asked her to let you connect your phone with her system to listen to music, and she accepted, but had deleted a few songs after she checked your playlists (these songs weren’t your favourites, so it didn’t mattered). Swirling around, you collected some clothes and went down the hallway to put them in the cleaner inside of one of the bathrooms. The TARDIS transmitted the playing song, so you could sing on while going out of your room. You jumped down the hallway, one time legs crossed, at the next jump normal again while singing:
“Take us down and we keep trying,
Murder House, Huh? (Tate Langdon x Reader) 11
Title: Murder House, Huh?
Number in Series: Eleven
Pairing: Tate Langdon x Reader
Fandom: American Horror Story: Season One/Murder House
Word Count: 1,175
Your eyes slowly fluttered open, being greeted with the ceiling of your room and the cold feeling of a wet rag that was resting on your forehead. You were confused as to what was happening but you soon remembered what had just happened, all of your memories coming back to you. You remembered everything that Tate had said and panic began to well up in your chest once again. You sat up quickly and began to breath in and out faster than you normally should. Before you started to have another panic attack, you felt a hand rest upon your shoulder. You looked up, eyes wide. You saw Moira sitting on the edge of your bed, a sad and pity filled look on her face. For some reason, seeing her there made you feel better and all you wanted to do was talk to her about everything.
Eleventh DoctorXreader (with tenth)
(E/C) =Eye Color
(H/C) =Hair Color
(Y/N) =Your Name
(N/N) =Nick Name
Amy was sitting on couch, tossing a ball in the air. She was bored, while waiting for you to come back.
"Amy I'm home!" you shouted to her, while tossing your keys on the counter.
"Finally (Y/N)! You know how bored I was?" Amy complained, sitting at the table.
"Sorry, but I had to go to work!" you said, turning the kettle on for tea.
"(N/N) why are you always drinking tea?"
"I like it!" you laughed.
You lived with Amy, ever since you became best friends with her, after finding about her encounter with the Doctor. She said that he promised to come back for her in five minutes, but he never came. She said she lost hope, and that he was never coming back. You believed her, and somehow you knew he was coming back, someday. She told you that you were being silly, for believing that he was coming back for her. Taking the kettle off of the stove, you poured yourself a cup of tea. You sat down across from Amy, and drank your
Tom Hiddleston x Reader ColdsToday you thought you would have done something productive, yet apparently not as here you were, snuggled on the sofa of your shared apartment in a thick blanket. 'Damn colds...' you thought to yourself, sniffling slightly.
This cold had literally come from nowhere, the previous night you was fine, in tip top condition almost, with you and your fiancee going out for a leisurely walk through Hyde park. It was a lovely night, the sunset casting orange and purples through the cloudy skies of London, barely touching the magnificent, infamous skyline. Yet the night had drawn in quickly, your gentleman of a man even offering his jacket to you at the slight wind, making it a bit nippy. Yet you had refused.. And that was probably why you had suddenly developed this cold, why had you have been so stubborn?
With you wallowing in pity, blanket covering most of your rather red face and nose, your mobile buzzed against the deep chocolate coloured coffee table. Looking over at it, glarin
11th!Doctor x Reader: Movie Night You wandered through the TARDIS halls, half-wondering if the Doctor had run off again. You heard theme music coming from a room down the hall, then turn off. Trusting your instincts, you searched for the bumping noises that followed the silence until you found a large door that reached the ceiling. You assumed it was a viewing room of some sorts based on the resuming music that was coming from inside. Slowly, you pushed open the door and peeked inside.
"(YN), is that you?" the Doctor's voice rang from behind a large flatscreen television, his purple jacket hanging slightly over his bent leg. There was a spark before the Doctor yelped and fell backwards onto his rear.
"Doctor!" you said, chuckling and rushing to his side. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," he said as he stood slowly.
"What the hell are you doing in here?"
"Trying to find the right plug to put this movie on."