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11th!Doctor x Reader: No More Empty Space~~~Your POV11th!Doctor x Reader: No More Empty Space22 hours ago in Romance
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For whatever reason, the TARDIS was particularly cold when you were going to bed that night. It wasn’t that the TARDIS didn’t like you, no, it was more like she was working on a plan.
So, for whatever reason, it was cold when you were going to bed.
You took your lead to the console room, where the Doctor hung suspended underneath doing God knows what. Trudging along the glass-like floor, you lay on your chest and hung your head over the ledge to look at the Doctor upside down. Your (HL) (HC) swayed back and forth around your face as a little smile came upon your face.
"Doctor?" you said, trying to get his attention. With his goggles on and wire in hand, he turned away from his work to eye you.
"What?" he asked confusedly, wondering why you hadn't gone to bed yet.
"Just saying that I'm going to bed now." He pushed his goggles up to his hairline to see you properly.
"Why are you telling me? The TARDIS can take note of where you are and-"
"Doctor, last time you lit
Wholock x Reader - Part 9Wholock x Reader - Part 91 day ago in Romance
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You awoke early the next morning, curled up in something warm. You sat up, rubbing your eyes and looking around. As you did, what you assumed was a blanket slid from your shoulders, leaving you cold and shivering. Your immediate reaction was to pull it back up. You looked down at the blanket around you, only to find that it wasn't a blanket at all. It was Sherlock's coat. You pulled it off again, not knowing what to think.
Your mind stalled for a moment as you tried to assess the situation. You were still on the lounge room couch of 221B. Meaning you must've fallen asleep while doing your police work.
"Great," you groaned, "Just great." It meant that you would have to do the rest of your task now.
You reached for the stack of paperwork you had been working on the night before, which sat neatly on the coffee table, with your pen placed on top of it. You removed the pen and examined the papers, discovering that they had all been filled out... in