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Normal? - A Tenth Doctor Story - Chapter 1 Part 3
Later, I was sitting beside Martha on the back of an ambulance while the medics checked over our bodies for problems and complications "I'm fine" I tell them "sorry ma'am but it's mandatory to check all inhabitants of the Hospital" the woman checking me had said not looking too apologetic, I rolled my eyes and looked across the way, my eyes locked onto an out of place blue police call box I quirked my head to the side and then a girl ran up to Martha and gave her a big hug "Martha" she cried out "I thought you were dead, what happened?" she pulled Martha away from the ambulance and she spoke rapidly as they walked asking questions and all sorts of things, I turned my head away and blocked them out as I watched the box I noticed the Doctor walking to it, I smiled brightly and got off the ambulance as the woman said I could leave and say hello to my family and friends then go home, I only faintly heard her as I watched the Doctor turn ad either spot me, Martha or the both of us, he smile
Normal? - A Tenth Doctor Story - Chapter 1 Part 2
Minutes later I heard a sort of squeaking, we were about to reach a corner "stop" I said "listen" The Doctor and Martha stopped and did as I said "leather" I whispered ducking in the nook of a door, "another thing about slabs" the Doctor said as the other slab past by "they always travel in pairs" "what about you?" Martha asks she likes him doesn't she? I ask myself reminiscing over the looks on her face around him yes she does I sigh I don't blame her, he is pretty good looking, and his personality is pleasant too "what about me what?" the Doctor asks "you haven't got backup, you must have a partner or something" she says turning to him he scoffs "humans, we're stuck on the moon, running out of air with Judoon and a blood sucking criminal and your asking personal questions. Come on" he whispered "I like that" Martha said sarcastically "humans still not convinced you're an alien" she and I get up from crouching and follow the Doctor, right as the Doctor turned the corner a Judoon was r
Normal? - A Tenth Doctor story - Chapter 1 Part 1
Chapter 1-Martha and the Moon
"Dr. Napier you are needed on floor 3 Mr. Stoker needs you to monitor his students with him, bring a clipboard to take notes on his teaching methods" I was in my office at the Royal Hope Hospital looking over all the notes I had on my newest patient when the secretary told me this over the radio Comm-link I had on my desk, I groaned and cleared my clipboard of my newest patient's notes and got a fresh pad of paper to take notes on Mr. Stoker's 'teaching' methods and how his students were doing, I was open for any Doctor to call on my assistance right now as I have just finished my last scheduled meeting with a patient, the new one, anyways back to the task at hand I stood from my desk chair and walked to the door grabbing my white coat from the coat rack as I passed it why does it have to be him I mentally seethed Mr. Stoker, the complete asshole who decided to criticize every single thing I did no matter if I did it correctly or not I took a deep breath a
Normal? - a Tenth Doctor Story - Information
Name: Skye Lily Napier
Date of Birth: May 4 1981
Species: Human, so she claims
Looks: Scruffy mid-back length, dull red-brown wavy hair; medium sized, almond shaped, royal blue eyes; wide thin lips, bottom wider and thicker than the top, corners curved upwards; Pale but tanned skin; long limbs; Tall height of 5'9.
Family: Melvina Fiona Napier (Nee Scott, Mother) Lennox Ross Napier (Father)
Friends: Malcolm McKinley (Best Friend) Paisley Wood (Best Friend)
Hobbies: Reading, Running, Jumping, Gym, Science, Inventing, Taking walks, enjoying nature, learning, daydreaming, climbing trees, gymnastics, writing.
Favourite Colour(s): Green, Red, Blue-violet, Blue, Purple.
Background: Skye was found on her parents' doorstep at the small age of 3 months old at 11:00 at night, the doorbell was rung and yet the only one seen was the little baby in the basket staring quietly at the door with curiosity shining in her bright blue eyes. Melvina Napier had opened the door in her robe
I Believe in Variel Dent! - Chapter 3
They next day I was sitting on my couch watching the news as nothing else was on when the phone rang "hello" I said into the receiver "how did you get all that information so fast" Gordon's voice floated from the phone "I watched and listened intently through the whole thing and watched every single move they made, including the Joker who showed up near the end of the meeting" I said simply into the phone as I paused the television "well you got us information on the Joker's habits and the mob's next move, well done" Gordon praises now if I get that from my family I'll be set I think chuckling a little "thank you Gordon" I say "now I still have a case to run so I'd better go, have a day off tomorrow Variel" he says hanging up the phone I take it off my ear and stare at if for a few seconds before it rings again "hello" I say "turn on the news Variel" I hear Gordon say angrily "I have it on, but paused because you called a few seconds ago" I tell him "well unpause it and call
She's so....What?? (ThorxReader) One-Shot"(Name)....(Name)....(Name).....(NAME)! (Name), (Name), (Name), (Name), (Name-y), (Name-y)," Tony kept repeating your name and took in a deep breath only to continue to repeating your name over and over again.
By now, one of those angry symbols that you had seen in manga/anime was on your temple. Tony was bored out of his mind so of course he came to you to fix that. You would've helped him get rid of his boredom but once he told you that he wanted to wanted to go crash a celebrity party, you had to refuse him. Now normally, you would be game for something like this. However the party he wanted to crash was one for the mini diva of Jersey Shore known as Snooki. There was no way in HELL that you were going to a party where she was at.
"(NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE)!" Tony whined.
"WHAT GODDAMN IT?!" You roared, towering over him as you balled up your fists.
"....Can we please go to the party?" He clasped his hands together and looked up at you with pleading puppy d
Choose your Strider“Dave! Hurry your ass up in there! What man- no. What Strider takes an hour and a half long shower?!” You couldn’t help but laugh at Dirk as he pounded on the door to the bathroom. There were only two bathrooms in the house and one of them belonged to you. Scratch that. The largest bathroom belonged to you. Why you might ask? Because the three boys desperately wanted you to officially move in. You had your own room that contained a king sized bed, a walk in closet, and your own balcony. You have been “living” at the Strider house for almost two years now, though you’ve known the “ironically cool” boys since you were five. You met the youngest at school when you offered him your apple juice. He instantly became your best friend and brought you home that day. That was twelve- no, thirteen years ago. You were turning eighteen in three days. You promised them that as soon as you turned eighteen, you would move out of your parents
What? (AvengersxReader) One-Shothttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7Ad1AuHriI <----BEHOLD! MY INSPIRATION!
"SAY WHAT AGAIN!" Fury yelled, a vein popping on his temple as he pointed the loaded gun on his victim.
"Whoa Fury buddy, let me handle this, I'll take care of it," You intervened. The poor sap that you and the rest of the Avengers team were interrogating, was shaking his seat, sweat aligning his forehead. He let out a sigh of relief when Fury put his gun back in his holster and stormed off to the corner of the room to watch the rest of the interrogation go on. You ran a hand through your hair and flashed the victim a smile before slamming your palms on the silver table, your gaze hard on him, your lips set in a firm scowl. "LISTEN HERE, FERNANDES!" You barked, your voice probably damaging his hearing. "YOU'RE GOING TELL US THE CODES TO DEACTIVATE THE BOMBS OR ELSE IT'LL BE YOUR HEAD THAT WILL BE MOUNTED ON MY LIVING ROOM WALL!"
"Let her handle it, she said," Tony sighed. "She'll take care of it, she said
America x Reader ~An Appetite for Love~“Oh, look at that, _______________!” Alfred pointed at a roadside sign as you drove by.
Upon calling your attention, you looked up from your phone and read a few words from the sign as the car passed by.
“Grand Opening: All-you-can-eat buffet,” you read aloud right before the sign disappeared from view. “Alfred…”
“It’s just after this exit, _____________,” he whined. “Can we make a stop? Please? We’ve still got thirty minutes.”
“Thirty—?” You sighed. “Thirty minutes is not enough time to eat at an all-you-can-eat buffet, Alfred F. Jones. And speaking of which, didn’t we just eat like ten minutes ago?”
“Well, yeah,” he admitted, “but I’m still hungry.”
You rolled your eyes and rested your head back on the headrest. “No, Alfred. I don’t want to be late for the party. Seriously, how can you still be hungry? I cooked you like, what? Th
Rawr (AvengersxNeko!Reader) Two-Shot Part 1"I am an almighty dinosaur, hear me roar!" You shouted dramatically while lifting your hands up like you were going to scratch someone. "RAWR!"
"Oh...dear god, no, someone help me," Tony yawned. He changed the channel on the TV, clearly bored with today's events. You had been going on a pranking spree this past month and so far you had been successful. This week however, your pranks were having little to no affect on your Avenger buddies. Since you were a person who had random objects in their room for no reason, you decided to wear a dinosaur mask that you had bought from a convention. You were going to test it out on Tony to see if it would scare but he hadn't even shown a single sign of fear. He didn't even flinch when you practically screamed in his face.
"Damn....am I losing my edge?" You muttered to yourself, stroking your your dinosaur chin.
"In the prank department, yes," Tony nodded, his eyes not leaving the television screen. "In the beauty department, never
Adorkable (BrucexBadass!Reader) One-Shot"Tony for the thousandth time, no," Bruce stated firmly, organizing the papers on his desk.
"But come on, (Name) would go for a guy like you," Tony insisted. "I mean yeah sure she looks like the type that would be into punks but Natasha told me that she has a soft spot for nerds."
Bruce's ears perked up at this and slowly stopped moving the papers around his desk. "...She said that?"
"Yup she told me when I told her that you told me that you had a crush on (Name)," Tony nodded, making hand gestures pointing between him and Bruce. He looked up at the ceiling for a moment, slightly confused at what he had said himself but shook his head once he gathered his thoughts. "So yeah, there's a shot for you."
"I don't know Tony," Bruce shook his head. "I feel like (Name) will tear my head off if I try to ask her out."
"Well you never know if you don't try."
Before Bruce could respond, you popped your head into the room. "They Thony!" You smirked. "Guesth what?"
"You have strangely develope
Turkey X Reader ~Happy Thanksgiving~Turkey opened up the email you had sent him on Thanksgiving Day, cupping his cheek in one hand and scrolling down to read the email you had sent him, feeling rather tired. He yawned, putting a hand over his mouth, closing his eyes as he scrolled down and looked at the picture attachment and nearly bit his hand off in surprise when he saw it in full view.
It was a picture of a beautiful, glazed over turkey, fit with trimmings and sage, topped off with a sprig of cilantro and steaming...and with his head photoshopped to be coming out of it. superimposed at the top was a message that said, "Happy Thanksgiving, Turkey!" As well as your signature signed next to it.
Before he could think, he reached for his phone and pressed your phone number, which was on speed dial, and listened to the ringer for at least three somber rings before you picked up, cackling with laughter and gasping for breath.
It was another half a minute before you were able to speak.
"H-h-hello?" you asked, a
Tony StarkXReader ThankfulYou sat up in the plush bed you and your boyfriend, Tony, shared. Rubbing your eyes lightly, you cast your gaze towards the door as it opened, Tony stepping through the frame.
You had taken a short nap after your Thanksgiving feast. If Tony was coming into the room, it meant your nap had been much longer than you intended.
"So, what are you thankful for?" You asked Tony sheepishly, not wanting him to point out that you had slept for well over five hours.
"Money, you, being awesome. The usual."
You smiled and scooted over so that Tony would have more room as he sat down on the edge of the bed. She was a cuddler, but had a tendency to sprawl out across the bed before falling asleep.
You opened your mouth to say you were thankful for him, too, when Tony raised a hand towards you.
"I already know what your thankful for, so you don't need to say it."
Your eyes glimmered with curiosity as you looked at him.
"You are thankful for. . ." You felt an internal drum roll sound in your head as you
The Brightest Mind (SherlockxReader)The Brightest Mind
“What do you want?” Sherlock growled, staring through narrowed eyes at his brother sitting before them.
Mycroft smiled wryly, his knobby hands resting lightly on the handle of his umbrella. “I have a job for you.”
“I don’t want it.”
“Oh, but you do, Sherlock.”
“What is it?” John asked from his armchair.
The older Holmes glanced in John’s direction with what could be called a grateful smile. “I need you to watch someone.”
Sherlock groaned, “Boring.”
All expression dropped from his brother’s aged face aside from the look of annoyance and disgust he’s so fond of giving to Sherlock. “You’ll like this,” he said flatly, handing an old newspaper to John, “She’s called the brightest mind of her generation.”
“And why does she need us?” John asked innocently, looking up at Mycroft from the paper befor
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