BloodySouls13

Tick, tock, tick, tock... Stupid clock. It's just the only thing i hear here. Maybe because im alone? Why? Well, i did it. I made it to being alone. But actually its just the only thing i need right now. If no one wants to have my skills for help now, no one its going to have them never. Tsk, i remember that day perfectly, like it was yesterday, thats what you, the "normal people" says, right? My name's Jenny McRiney, but the call me Needle Jenny, they used to call me "The stitches of the town", when just in a few days my story was known in all the f**king town... When i was only... five, six years old? i loved to help my mum to fix my pl

You packed your things in your bag with too much glee, contrary to the male sitting besides you. His eyes strained on your form and his fingers tapping nervously the bed which upon he sat at, you paid no attention to him. Otherwise it would end up with you staying another day in your apartment, Harry on the other side, was more than aboard on the idea of you staying in your apartment and not going with him to spend the night at his house. The sound of your boyfriend standing up alerted you, quickly closing your bag you slumped it over your shoulder and sneaked a glance his way. He was pacing    "I seriously do not think this is a great id

So I watched Doctor Strange, and I was fascinated with Doctor Strange and Benedict Cumberbatch. Here's my first attempt at a Dr. Strange x Reader fanfic, since no one made one for the movie. Enjoy it (It's shit) You were bored, and tired. You spent most of your hours training in a sanctum in New York. You were training to be a sorcerer. It all started when you had an unfortunate accident with your shoulders, and the doctors had given the bad news that you will stay like this forever, much to your depression. You had desperately searched for medicine, but to no avail. Eventually, you heard of a sanctum in Kathmandu, Nepal, that makes your s

The Bar With No Doors, on an altered dimension only mystics can find, Manhattan, New York. “Dark, Smooth, and Dreamy, huh?” “Stephen, don't. Just drink your cursed drink—” the barkeep was rudely interrupted as a flash of red flew past his face, crimson cape slapping a customer's unprepared drink out of his hand. Stephen Strange—the man wearing the cape—turned to you in a dazed yet collected state. “I'm dark and smooth... and I can be dreamy,” he raised a playful brow at you, holding up his bottle of booze as he read its slogan. The extremely overwhelming feeling of first, and secondha

 Stephen Strange (c) Marvel You (c) yourself Does not contain any major spoilers for the movie but beware as there are still some certain aspects upon if you see the movie, you will understand some stuff. So in a way though, SPOILERS BEWARE! Never seen a Stephen Strange x Reader aside from him being becoming Doctor Strange but as in before how he became to be practiced in the mystic arts. So let's give him some love. :D (All adaptions are free to use too!) You smiled as you happily unhooked the IV stem inside your patient's arm. The patient, a little girl by the name of Ilyna, winced at this but her eyes curiously widen at the sight of

 Doctor Strange (c) Marvel You (c) yourself All adaptions of the character are free to use! (Yes, this means you can use the movie adaption if you want to). DOES NOT CONTAIN ANY PLOT OR RELATED MATERIAL AS IN ACCORDS TO THE UPCOMING MOVIE! Just a one-shot I made for fun while the movie was coming out soon. You sighed as you looked around the party, eyeing the various people sipping champagne and chatting wildly with one another. You were out in the corner, being the lone outer you can say, as you felt pretty foreign to be here anyway. It wasn't that you didn't want to attend or something. You went though because you knew if you didn'

 Doctor Strange (c) Marvel You (c) yourself All adaptions of the characters are free to use! From looking up at the ceiling of your room, you serenity conform into your body as you recognized the warmth and softness of your bed. Until you started sneezing. You felt your nose tickle and out came the annoying blasphemies of your irritating nose. You grumbled and touched your nose. It felt really warm. "Please don't tell me I'm sick," you mumbled, congested. You touched your nose though and the familiar hotness reminded you that yes, indeed, you were sick. Getting up from bed, you walked over to the bathroom to pile up some tissue to bl

 "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELP ME! CAPTAIN IS GOING TO KILL ME!" the young girl flung herself at the fluffy bear, who in turn caught her mid air. "(y/n)-sama?" The polite bear asked in surprise, stumbling back a little from the momentum. Soon enough the door was slammed open, a pissed Law coming in soaking wet and missing his clothes. A pristine white towel draped around his waist. "Finally...(Y/n)-ya...I've found you. How about we play a game? I promise I won't hurt you...badly." Bepo shivered at his captain's sadistic ways, attempting to shrink back, but (Y/n) clung to him in fear. "I DON'T WANT TO DIE! BEPO,