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When tragedy strikes the Indomitable on its maiden voyage, hotshot pilot Yasmin Khan is left in command of a ragtag group of survivors. Or so she thinks, until the ship’s doctor barges onto the bridge, insisting she’s in charge.

The ship is in shambles and Doctor Smith and Lieutenant Khan disagree on almost everything, but they’ll need to work together if they have any hope of getting everyone home safe.

Never Alone (Rating: G)

How long does it take for loneliness to blur the picture of a life? Centuries? Decades?

10 months?

The Doctor and Yaz, dealing with the pain of time apart, rescue a lonely AI and reach across the gulf between them in the process.

∞ first times (maybe-pasts and never-futures) (Rating: M)

“Get this right. Please. And when you go to her, tell her what she needs to hear. I think I did everything right, that first time. Before all this.”

Stuck in a time loop of her own making, the Doctor bends time, bends herself beyond the breaking point, to save Yaz.

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aziraphaleisagender

Writer: There Was Only One Bed…

Smut fans: *gasp!!!!!*

Writer: So They Spooned All Night And The Brooding One Allowed Themselves To Feel Vulnerable For The First Time In Years And The Chirpy One Got Some Quality Snuggles

Fluff fans: *GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

rainwasheseverythingaway

Alternatively:

There was only one bed and so they lay there together, only inches apart physically but it may as well have been miles for neither could muster the courage to tell the other the true depth of their feelings and so they lay there sleepless in their mutual pining

Angst fans:

beautiful-thensad-thensadder

There was only one bed. A carried B to it and gently eased them down. They were both badly injured but B’s conditions were much worse and A wouldn’t rest until they knew B was going to be alright. So A sat down next to B and brushed their hair back, holding their hand as B shivered through the night, their only comfort A’s presence by their side.

Hurt/Comfort fans:

aziraphaleisagender

Dear god you’re right, you’re so right

rebelmeg

I feel like this needs to be a writing challenge…

How many different ways can you write this one trope.

cal-purniaa

There was only one bed, but instead of making a big fuss, the tired pair went the fuck to sleep and got a full 8 hours.

My sleep deprived ass:

aziraphaleisagender

OH YEAH THAT’S THE GOOD STUFF

cobraonthecob

😹😹😹

osointricate

There was only one bed. This is normal. They’ve been married for a decade and have a small child. The child has climbed in bed to snuggle with them because thunder is scary. They have their baby curled between them and they share soft, warm smiles over his sleepy head as he snores little kid snores.

Me, who just wants domestic curtains found family fic:

alexanderdamnhethin

I AM ALL OF THIS I WILL LITERALLY READ ANYTHING

frank-from-france

There was only one bed, the two characters argued and bickered begging for them not to have to share it, but they somehow are here still. They agree that there both going to pick a side and stay on it. This was going fine until in the middle of the night A woke up screaming and crying, B gets them to calm down and they end up falling asleep next to each other feeling safe

Enemies to lovers fans

rabidchild67

There was only one bed. A noticed B’s exhaustion and lifted them easily. “You don’t have to carry me like a child,” B noted, despite being clearly pleased by how matters were progressing. “I think we both know that’s not true,” A replied with a grin. The bed was warm, inviting, and yet something was missing. “Is this a private party, or can just anyone join,” C called from the doorway, clad only in their underwear and a smile. “Only if it’s you!” A and B replied in unison as they drew the covers back.

My OT3-loving ass:

river9noble

There was only one bed.

It turned out to be a defective Murphy bed and it trapped them in the wall.

Crack fic fans:

nellie-dritz-official

This entire thread is delightful

peachdues

As someone who has actively experienced the “there was only one bed” trope, and uh, got something out of it:

There was only one bed and it was 3 in the morning. Person A was god damn tired but was not about to lay on the same bed as some random person they didn’t know. Meanwhile, Person B is insisting that they don’t care whether Person A lays down or not, but B is as far over on this mattress as they can possibly get, and their back is facing where A would be laying, but if A’s dumbass wants to be uncomfortable, that’s their prerogative.

Person A eventually gives in, lays down as far away as they possibly can on the other side, back to back with Person B, and curled into themselves as tightly as possible. Person A barely sleeps because the whole time they’re thinking “don’t do anything weird, don’t move, don’t be weird, also, don’t touch me.”

Only problem is while Person A is furiously chanting at themselves to stay on their fucking side of the bed, they also realize that the room is fucking freezing and they’re wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a thin sweater. So they’re shivering hard enough to make the whole bed vibrate.

This goes on for about twenty minutes before Person B sighs, gets up, locates the only blanket in the room, and throws it over Person A before settling back down. Person A now feels kind of like a dick but is simultaneously very grateful to person B.

A few hours later, after the sun rises, Person A leaves the house where the party had been hosted the night before and laughingly tells her roommates about it while they all go for breakfast, hungover to high heaven. Two roommates know exactly who Person B is, and begin plotting a way to get Person A to interact with them again.

Flash forward a year and a half later, and A and B are engaged, the efforts of their friends having been successful in introducing them and setting them up.

And it happened because there was only one bed.

peachdues

The only one bed trope 🤝 how Peach and Sam met and later got married