"Merry Christmas Doctor!" Clara said one morning or whatever in the TARDIS, smiling happily. The Doctor on the other hand was coming out of the TARDIS corridors, just finished with a repair.
"Merry Christmas-" he looked up, only to see a mistletoe.
"What in..." The Doctor asked, his eyes widening.
"Mistletoe!" The Doctor gave her a quick peck on the cheek. He started the TARDIS, only to find another mistletoe. He sighed and gave Clara a kiss on the forehead. The TARDIS landed and he walked towards the door only to find... A mistletoe, except it lit up.
"That's a bit much Clara!"
"I'm sorry... I just wanted to..." She said, turning off the mistletoe's lights. He sighed, unable to see his companion sad.
"If you wanted a kiss, why didn't you say anything?" He pulled Clara towards him and kissed her. Strangely, none of the two let go.
But of course, the blasted need for air made them release.
"Well, I only did so to make it interesting, that's why."
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I know Christmas is over... But who cares.
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The Soufflés That Got Burnt (Whouffle One Shots)
RandomThis is from 2014. I highly suggest for you not to read it, as I was really young and had little to no experience when it came to writing. Nonetheless, I leave it up for my own remembrance or for others who are looking for cringy prompts that they...
