Winter-In-Wonderland

You groggily opened your eyes and reached for the other side of the bed only to feel it cold and empty. You pulled yourself up and raked a hand through your tangled, (h/c) hair.   “Doctor?” you called out, voice still hoarse with sleep. You shook your head and swung your feet over to the floor, grabbing the blanket and keeping it securely wrapped around you as you trotted down one of the many corridors and eventually found the kitchen somehow. You leaned in the doorway and smiled. There was the Doctor, twirling around like a cosmic 5 year-old making what appeared to be pancakes and toast with jam. Creeping up behind him your wrapp

A Friend (11th Doctor x Reader x Past!10th Doctor)   Your room in the TARDIS felt unusually small as you pressed yourself into one of its corners.  Trying to fix yourself in a way that relieved the aching in your back, you almost dropped the book that you were reading.  Not that it mattered.  You had been on the same chapter for over an hour.  The sentences were nothing but hollow echoes in your mind; they held no meaning or bearing on your imagination.  Your thoughts were too fixated.  No distraction in the world could keep the conflict within you at bay.  Not even your favorite story.    

        You were sitting by your window, daydreaming as usual with your headphones on. It was one of those days where you wanted to be alone; blocking out the outside world. Your imagination was better anyways. You look out your window, you see that the streets and land had been covered in white. Great, it had snowed. You sighed and shivered a bit as you closed your blinds. You hated snow, it was so cold and wet. . Sure, it was beautiful to look at. . but you hated moving around in it. This must have been why you thought it'd be best to stay inside today. You sigh, slumping down on your bed. It was obvious that you were awfully bored, maybe e

You felt as though any source of laughter – any source of a smile – had been slowly sucked out of your soul. In other words, you felt like crap. You sat on your bed, feet tired, feeling empty. You had changed from your previous outfit into lounge clothes, attempting to calm your nerves with some quiet. It was all because of that stupid school dance. What you were expecting was a night of dancing and laughter with your friends. But you got the complete opposite. All night, your friends had only worried about guys. Guys, guys, guys. Half the time, they looked around timidly like idiots, trying to see if a male student would not

Important stuff to be known: [f/e/c] = favorite eye color, [f/n] = friend's name, [f/b/n] = favorite boy name Alrighty, I think that those are the only ones that aren't normally in reader inserts, but if I missed any… I think you guys are smart enough to figure 'em out ;) (either use context clues, or you can ask me in the comments and I'll be happy to answer ^.^ ) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your [e/c] eyes widen in shock as the kind and gentle voice that you've come to love so much hisses at you, "Get out.  How many times do I have to tell you that we're through?  Just go!"  Those [f/e/c] eyes that usually hold such love, now show no emotion.

You stared at the thermometer on the wall across from you in dismay as sweat dripped down the contours of your face, over the swell of your nose and falling down into the carpet. The red bar was all the way up to a whopping 98 degrees Fahrenheit, or about 36 degrees Celsius—and it certainly was obvious with the air conditioning in your house being broken. Of course, the fact that said house always had something wrong with it and why your father had decided to drag your family out in the middle of nowhere was still a question you pondered about seven months after the move. Wiping more beads of sweat from your flushed skin, (h/c) stickin

It was Christmas eve, the busiest day in the pole. Yeti's were scurrying round, making sure everything was ready to go so North could leave in order to deliver the presents. The elves, well they were just being elves. And you, well you were in the midst of it all, trying to avoid the giant Yeti's from stampeding over you. And most importantly, trying to avoid Jack. You and Jack had been friends for a while, after a cold, hard snowball had smacked you right in the face. It was a harsh meeting. But he was more shocked you could see him than the foul language pouring out of your mouth. You were a teenager; No teenager had believed for centu

(This is an even that could have been one of the event that takes place during my first Jack FrostXReader fanfiction, but it can also be independent.)    You sat in bed, blowing your nose into a tissue. After you were done with it, you tossed it into the trash can that was sitting by your bedside. Groaning, you scooted back down under the covers and closed your eyes. Not that it helped though; Your head still pounded with aching pain.        It was the third day of school after Christmas break. You still couldn't believe that you'd caught the bug that was going around, and it was even harder to believe it happened on your first week bac

   You ran through the falling snow, tears streaming down your face. The moon was the only thing lighting your path, though you didn't even know where you were going anyway. Suddenly your foot struck a rock under the blanket of snow and you plummeted into it's cold embrace face first.     Never in your life had you needed someone so bad.   You lay there, your cheeks stinging from the biting cold the snow offered. Not able to take it anymore, you sat up and buried your face in your knees. Eventually you would have to sum up some strength and go home, but that wasn't happening anytime soon.   Today had been the worst day the fates had

December 5th, Burgess "Anything yet?" You peeked from under your arms and looked at the boy sitting on the floor of your room. Your eyes followed the tennis ball he had been playing with for a while, watching it hit the floor and the wall before landing on Jamie's hand, the cycle repeating itself over and over with a steady rhythm. Your head hit the desk softly after a minute of silence, "Nope. You?" The bouncing noise stopped, the muffled 'thump' of someone landing on your bed reaching you short afterwards "I think I'm actually going with Sophie's idea…" You looked up at your cousin, leaning back on your chair and stretching your back (h