Eleventh Doctor x Reader: Run Away Companion (3/4)
Do you remember that fear you had when you were a child? You were scared of the dark, scared of spiders, scared of clowns even. More importantly you were scared of being alone for such a long time. It was terrifying, you hated being alone.
When you came to, you were in a cold, chilly cell all alone. Your clothes were ripped and torn, your hair was matted and dirty, and you were underweight.
Miserable? Of course.
Turning over in your 'bed', you let out a painful sigh and held your stomach softly, the gurgling noises growing louder and louder with each passing moment. How long had it been since you had clean clothes and fast food? You gnawed softly on your lip when one of the guards walked up to your cell and banged on the bars.
“You have a visitor.” He snarled disgusted at you. You rolled over and looked up as the door to the cell opened and in came a rather familiar figure. You sat up and rubbed your dry eyes softly with a small sigh.
Ignoring me? (Selective Mute!Reader x Human!Karkat It was a hot summer day. A nice breeze settled around the park you sat in. You were resting you back against a large willow tree, a sketchbook in your lap as you quietly drew doodles all over the paper, still not very sure what to draw. Children at the park screamed in delight as a parent pushed them on the swing or if they got tagged in tag. The parents talked amongst themselves. It was nice but a bit annoying from the screaming children. But this was the closest you were going to get to a place to relax.
"HEADS UP!" You heard someone yell a ways away. Since many people were at the park you didn't the words were directed at you.
That was until you got hit with the ball.
It was a cherry red ball with white stripes. It was in nice condition but that wasn't what you were thinking. You were thinking about the 150 different ways to
gold. || canada x reader
An anxious sigh left (y/n)'s lips.
Today’s the day, she thought nervously, rubbing her eyes and checking her alarm clock. It read 6:00 AM. Perfect. She would have enough time for a morning jog and a bit of practice before the game.
The gold medal game, to be precise.
It was America vs Canada, like always. (Y/n)'s country had a great reputation with all things hockey, but even she had to admit that the Americans were getting better every year.
Nervousness was the only emotion in the girl’s mind as she quickly showered, humming a tune under her breath. Afterwards, she slipped into some leggings and a running jacket.
The bitter cool of Sochi blew into her face when (y/n) walked outside, causing a shiver to run down her spine, and she secretly thanked her lucky stars to be used to the cold, unlike some of the unfortunate Mexicans that were shivering uncontrollably that morning.
Taking a deep breath, the girl plucked in her earbuds, and began jogging.