You hummed softly to your self as you got out two large pots and glass jars.
You had already explained to The Doctor that today was going to be a stay in day.
No adventures, no time traveling, just staying indoors and relaxing.
You of course didn't want to just sit around And do nothing, so you retreated to doing an activity that you have always wanted to attempt but never actually got around to:
Candle making.
Running around in a TARDIS and saving lives, blowing up planets, and time traveling didn't leave much time for hobbies.
You counted off the supplies on your list to make sure you had everything.
(You Had the TARDIS generate the materials for you)
•Wax
•Potts
•oil
•wick
•thermometer
•dye.
You sighed contently and placed the apron around your waist.
"Hey, [Y/N]...what are you doing?"
You smile brightly.
" I am making candles!" You respond.
"...why?"
You roll your eyes.
"Because, I bet you don't have a single candle in this god forsaken TARDIS-"
"Hey, don't insult her!"
the Doctor complained, gently stroking the sides on the wall.
"Get a room..." You mutter and turn your attention back to the candles.
Before you can even put the wax in the pot, The Doctor appears beside you wearing an apron and staring at the supplies.
"What are you doing?"
You ask him, eyeing his outfit curiously.
"I'm helping!"
You raised an eye brow.
"It's just candle making how hard can it be!"
You raise your hands in surrender.
"Fine, fine, take this-"
You hold up the dye.
"And once the wax is melted put it in."
He adjusts his bow tie and fixes his gaze onto the slowly melting wax, clutching the dye with one hand.
You smile at his cuteness and begin cutting the Wicks that will be for the candles.
You can't help but feel nervous, the Doctor can be very silly and you really, really want to get these candles right.
You are so concentrated on your thoughts you don't even notice when a crunching sounds through the room.
"Ah!~[Y/N]!" The Doctor shrieks.
You whip around and see that he has eaten one of the dye chips.
"Holy crap! doctor those aren't Edible!"
He sticks out his Tongue, that is now bright green, making illegible noises.
You take his hand and rush him to the bathroom the TARDIS placed next door.
"Drink this!" You exclaim, handing him a bottle of mouth wash.
He unscrews the cap in a flash and gulps down nearly half the bottle, mouth wash spilling down his chin and onto his shirt.
"Oh god not that much!"
He drops the mouth wash and before either of you know it he is bent over the toilet vomiting.
A loud explosion sounds in the opposite room and you realize you left the stove on.
You run as if your life depends on it back to the kitchen.
"Doctor!" You scream.
The entire kitchen is in flames, destroying the candles you were going to make.
The Timelord rushes in, still covered in mouthwash and throw up.
"I HAve this under control!" He shouts over the noise of the crackling fire.
He takes the sink faucet, tilting it upwards he sprays at the growing flames.
What he didn't know is this is an oil fire, meaning the water caused it to grow even bigger.
"Idiot!"
You scold before grabbing flour from the cabinet and dumping the contents onto the source of the fire.
It dampens out with in a few second and the two of you are left panting and sweating.
"Sorry about that." The doctor says shyly.
You simply glare at him.
***
after you forced The Doctor to shower the rest of that extremely eventful evening was spent in the library on the couch.
You sat in between the Doctors legs, your head leaning on his chest whilst he read out loud to you, until both of you fell asleep in that exact position.
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Word count: 666
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This was kind of a semi-crack fic.
But here you go!
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