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Rock, Paper, Scissors? Really? (10th x Reader)Rock, Paper, Scissors? Really? (10th x Reader) by Copper-Wire
"Rock, paper, scissors?" You lift an incredulous eyebrow at the Doctor's beaming face, "Seriously? Out of all the games in the universe you could have picked that would actually pass the time, you come up with rock, paper, scissors?"
He keeps smiling, "Well, yeah. If you'd prefer to go outside into your untimely death, the door's right there. Though to be honest, I'd rather you didn't do that."
You sigh, your legs swinging as you somehow balance yourself on your perch at the TARDIS console. The machinery next to you bleeps in what almost sounds like sympathy. Somehow the Doctor had managed to get you stranded in the pull of a Black Hole with just enough 'umph' (as he so gracefully put it) to get out after a few hours.
"Surely there's a games room or something in here, considering that it's 'bigger on the inside'." You roll your eyes as you tease the Time Lord. "Or there's got to be a game that the residents of some far off planet like to play. Rock, paper, scissors is so
Could Have Been Longer (Dean Winchester x Reader)Could Have Been Longer (Dean Winchester x Reader) by Copper-Wire
"Woah!" You yelped as you flung yourself away from the exploding door and out of view from the entrance to your house behind the sofa. You threw your arms over your head protectively as splinters of wood rained down , and your hand tightened around the kitchen knife with it's blade tinted a rusty, dried red.
~Two Weeks ago~
"Find anything, Sam?" The brunette looked up at the sound of your voice as you leaned back from the books spread across the table in front of you.
He sighed and waveed his hands at the laptop, clearly unimpressed, "Nothing. It's smart, I'll give it that. I can't find any clues about what it is."
You nodded as he carried on with his research and idly wondered when Dean will get back from speaking to the Mayor of the town. The case had caught (well, demanded) your attention when the Mayor of the town himself had got in contact with you (apparently he was an old friend of Ellen's, a 'retired' hunter by the name of Calloway) unable to figure out what this creatur
Right Revenge (Claude Faustus x Reader oneshot)Right Revenge (Claude Faustus x Reader oneshot) by Copper-Wire
'If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?'
- William Shakespeare
It was sunny, which was a rare feat in itself. You sat next to a large window, practicing stitch patterns on a new clothing design you had created. It was the very window your mother, your sister and yourself used to gather round when you were young, before they were murdered in their own home. The sun made your (Hair Colour) hair shimmer somewhat, your (Eye Colour) eyes hidden behind thick lashes as you focused on the work in your lap. The warmth of the light comforted you; you had always feared the dark.
"Mistress, one Ciel Phantomhive in the company of his butler would like to wish you well on your birthday."
You did not regard your demon butler, Noel, or his sudden appearance; you si
Pain of Healing (Kakuzu x Reader oneshot)Pain of Healing (Kakuzu x Reader oneshot) by Copper-Wire
The crack of your hands against the table echoed through the bar, the scraping of your chair against the floor making the men surrounding you cringe. Cards scattered from the table to the ground, as if eager to get away from your fury.
"Alright, you damn cretin, give me my prize money!" You yelled angrily.
The man across the table from you showed no reaction to your outburst. He kicked his feet back, his hands behind his head, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. He smirked, "What prize money? You haven't won anything, darlin', and the last time I checked, you had to win somethin' in order to gain a prize." He drawled, smoke curling up defiantly from the cigarette.
You snarled, your (e/c) eyes flashing dangerously, "I did win. I beat you fair and square!" You protested, your voice a low growl.
The man shrugged his shoulders, gesturing at his hand of cards still miraculously splayed across the table, "I believe I won, darlin'." He snickered.
Your eyes widened, he'd changed