Thirteenth doctor One shots

Someone like her

𝐍𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

The TARDIS is so pretty, its exterior is obviously unique but its nothing compared to the glory through its doors.

The crystal pillars that dip down in a mechanical way to the center, also a crystal, which all glow with a vibrant orange-yellow light.

The floor was raised, a little platform for the console, the main feature of the room. I sat on the steps, leaning against the banister, diary in hand.

The Doctor was flying about the room, flipping the switches and pressing wires together; nearly went to help her when one of them blew up in her face.

Her blonde hair was scruffy with being run through with her hand, and her coat had been thrown off and was currently lying folded up next to me.

I lifted my diary off my lap and took the string off it, I use it to document all my adventures and days with the timelord.

Not to be a nerd but I had a whole page dedicated to explaining The Doctor, It wasnt like I could note down her entire life anyway.

I opened to a recent page, only had a couple words at the top.

'they are annoying creatures'

A smile creeps onto my face remembering the monstrosity of an adventure we had a couple hours ago.

I gaze at The Doctor, her hands fiddling effortlessly with the cables and celebrating the success with a small hop and scrunch of her face.

Her hair was also breathtaking,

how does it never look greasy??

It never touched her shoulders but was still quite long, it was roughly parted at the side and was tucked behind her ears, her tongue sticking to her (very kissable) lips.

She squealed in surprise as she turned to me, her hand reaching her head to help her focus with the distance between us.

" What'ya writin'?"

The Doctor asked, soon moving her hands to her hips.

"Uh-m just the TARDIS.. How pretty the you- the- fuck. Just how pretty the TARDIS is."

Kill me right now

The Doctor trots over, playfully bending down to my level and going to pick up my diary.

"Do you mind?"

She pouts and sits beside me.

"Hows the TARDIS doing?"

"Shes nearly done!"

The Doctors body language is incredibily similar to those of a child.

"Thats good then."

My hand falls onto The Doctors knee and pats it, then I awkwardly take it back, bowing my head.

The Doctor leans over and snatches my diary right out of my loose hands.

"Oh I swear. You're like a fucking kid!"

"I've heard that before!"

She retorts, her face teasing me as she flicks through the pages.

Please dont find that page I will throw myself into a blackhole.

"What's this?"

The Doctor asks, pointing to the pages and staring expectantly.

"What's what?"

I storm over, clinging onto her sleeve to make sure she doesn't spring off.

Seriously.