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[text] I don’t want to live without you

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[text] Well, I’d love to live without you.

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"What did I ever do to make you hate me so much, huh?"

Well, for starters, you opened that big, annoying mouth of yours.

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shh

Send me a ‘shh’ for my muses reaction to yours sliding their hand up my muse’s leg.

Not now! I’m busy.

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It'd been only a year since Morgan had last seen the Doctor; oh how he missed him so. His sweet smile, his strange quirks, like how he rambled when he was thinking, or how he had an obsession with bow ties. Morgan now even wore a bow tie herself; a different one everyday, just for him, in case they ever crossed paths again. It was nightfall, and Morgan was going on one of her usual walks when she came upon a big blue box, and recognized it immediately, rushing to it. "Doctor?!" She knocked.

The Doctor was sitting in the console room, legs crossed and one bouncing absentmindedly as he read through a comic book. He licked the tip of his finger and turned the page around the time he heard a loud knocking in the door and an all too familiar voice outside. He frowned and looked up. Dear God, what is she doing here, he wondered while staring at the doors silently. Perhaps he could convince her he wasn’t there. If he was quiet enough.

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16. A dinner made by my muse.

When she walked into the dinning room, spaghetti was made and was in two bowls. The Doctor had a proud look on his face and he crossed his arms, leaning against a wall. “I told I could cook, and here’s my proof.” 

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5. Sprawled on the bed in lingerie

The Doctor quickly covered his eyes as soon as he walked into the room. "Uh, hello? What is going on here?"