Literature
Rock, Paper, Scissors? Really? (10th x Reader)
"Rock, paper, scissors?" You lift an incredulous eyebrow at the Doctor's beaming face, "Seriously? Out of all the games in the universe you could have picked that would actually pass the time, you come up with rock, paper, scissors?"
He keeps smiling, "Well, yeah. If you'd prefer to go outside into your untimely death, the door's right there. Though to be honest, I'd rather you didn't do that."
You sigh, your legs swinging as you somehow balance yourself on your perch at the TARDIS console. The machinery next to you bleeps in what almost sounds like sympathy. Somehow the Doctor had managed to get you stranded in the pull of a Black Hole wit
