space shoes
word count: 1546
warnings: none! (a little cheesy but yeah)
a/n: Hello! It's been a while. I know I've been more stagnant, and I don't want to blab so much, but I do believe it's something I should talk about.
I'll be honest, I've been in a big slump in my writing ever since May, and I've fallen back into my unhealthy habits. Most of you could probably relate and know how damaging AI can be. Recently, I have fallen victim through an app. My writing was still there, but it wasn't presented in the best way I wanted to be. I soon realized I had lost my ability to write and had the motivation to do so. I have deleted it and feel so incredibly better. I wrote this so quickly and felt my motivation growing, and I fell in love with writing again. I know in the state of world there have been many conversations and how we use AI. Please just remember that your creativity and your silly daydreams of fictional characters, along with crazy plotlines you think about right before you go to bed, are what make you so incredibly human. I do not support any AI or any generated AI images since how harmful it can be. If you were just like me and using it in unhealthy amounts, don't ever feel ashamed or discouraged. You are able to let go at any time, and there will be time for it.
Without being said, I hope you guys enjoy my writing coming back :) (sorry if my writing is a little rusty lol)
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My legs drifted in the air. Floating below the steep painted black void, dusted with stars in the sky, and the silence of space. It was strange to see my dirty boots up in the air, with no gravity or matter to hold them down. It was even silly at times, knowing I was sitting on the edge of an old blue police phone box that was somehow spinning around in the universe.
It has been a week, yet it felt as if I had been here for a decade. Full of cement of memories, chases, monsters, aliens, danger, and the occasional soft brown eyes of the time lord
I suppressed my lips to be shut, trying not to grin so much thinking of him.
“Pretty out here?”
I glance over my shoulder to find him standing there, legs half crossed and his hands pockets with a somewhat smile. His face was soft under the warm lighting from the TARDIS, and it became clearer once he walked closer, stars dancing along his face and a cheeky smile that he wore.
“It’s more than pretty—it’s gorgeous,” I spoke almost out of awe.
My eyes drifted back outside, and I leaned my head against the doorway frame.
“You are right about that, I suppose not every day you’re able to see this.”
“Oh, definitely not!” I grinned.
The Doctor lets out a huff, I can hear it through the smile. He sat by me while I scooted a bit, enough for him to sit next to me. Both of us squeezed next to each other yet we didn’t mind it. His dirty Converse shoes and my boots were now floating together seamlessly in space.
“You know, I sometimes thought space was scary.”
“Scary? Well, it’s not my first time hearing that,” The Doctor shrugged, “but it’s not scary once you get a look around this, I mean, look at that!” He points something out in the distance. It’s shining for a half second and not.
“What is that?”
“We are close to a certain planet, a couple of meters away from us, wanna take a guess?”
“I’m not being good at this guessing game,” I joke.
“Oh come on, you're brilliant. Give a guess.”
The speck in the distance kept brightening up and dying up. Another speck right next to it, that’s smaller.
“That’s Saturn.”
“I told you!” The Doctor’s smile brightened up, and I shook my head a little with a laugh. “Wanna take a wild guess that little speck next to it?”
“Oh god no, just tell me.”
He rolled his eyes but made a popping noise with his mouth. “That, over there, my companion, is a Titan.”
“Titan?”
“You don’t know the Titan moon?”
I shook my head, which caused the Doctor's eyes to widen and quickly ramble. So many times, he runs off with his knowledge of space, time, or whatever gimmicky alien stuff he grabbed from multiple planets at once. I loved hearing them and picking up some knowledge along the way. It felt nice that, despite how much more intelligent he was than I, he never discouraged me from learning and getting better intellectually. I never felt like a dumb young adult woman trying to impress a guy.
Well, half the time I was shamefully doing that.
Yet right now, I was sort of dazed as my eyes were glued onto his face, and I realized how beautifully carved his face was, right along with space and constellations. The brown eyes that suited so well with his suit and hair, which stuck up once in a while, as his hands ran through them.
A tight pull was felt in my chest, and I felt even more dazed—hell, even lovesick.
My thoughts twirl around my head, and my breathing weighs down as my thoughts have become more intimate as I imagine my hands running through his hair and getting to see closer in those eyes of his.
“Y/n?”
I was gone, quite literally gone from out of my mind, and I forgot that the Doctor was speaking.
“Sorry, I was just thinking about—I—something—“
“You don’t have to lie, I bore you, didn’t I?” The Doctor wore a toothiest grin, and his eyes held a teasing glance.
“God no, I mean you are kinda hard to understand once you start using pretty big words—and words that don’t even exist yet until 2087. Using all that big brain of yours, I see.”
The Doctor furrowed his eyebrows defensively. “Oi! I do not have a big head.”
“Brain!” I laughed. “I said brain, not head. Take it as a compliment, sheesh.”
I looked away, pretending as if I was annoyed, when in reality, I was giddy. The Doctor noticed it in my expression and decided not to say anything about it, not yet, at least.
“Quick question, and you better not lie this time around, cause I will know,” the Doctor mutters that last sentence enough for me to hear, enough for me to scoff a little and smile. “But I should know, which trip has been your favorite?”
“Oh…wow, that’s—'s-that's pretty hard,” I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe as I sat there and thought.
“Oh, come on, all of them were your favorite.”
“Oh hell no!” I yelled. “Not the ones, at least, with the weeping angels back in the 1960s, which by the way, we are going back! Those damn statues ruin my fun trying to get into those hippie parties near that club–”
“Even if the angels weren’t there, I wasn’t gonna let you in there!”
“Oh come on,” I groaned but smiled slightly, while my head hung back a little.
“No companion isn’t gonna get all…high in the clouds—“
“You thought I was gonna get high? Me?” I pointed at myself and covered my mouth, trying to contain my laughter.
I threw myself back and continued to laugh, the Doctor stared at me like some deer caught in right in front of the headlights. The face when you see how incredibly stupid stumped he is and isn't too sure on what to say. His gaze softened, and he later chuckled.
My laugh was contagious enough that it got him laughing as well.
“I can’t believe you thought I was that type of person! God, I’m too scared to even drink alcohol.”
“Hey, the hippies at the time can be very convincing. Even how nasty and smelly they are,” The Doctor spoke almost in a shiver of disgust.
I nudge him a little and smile. “Oh, shut it, you.”
The Doctor returned the smile and let his eyes fall back outside. My nose was up in the air, as I still gazed out from the swirls and spirals of color combined out in space.
“…I love the trips a lot, the excitement and running,” I smile a little as the Doctor does as well, taking a glance at me once in a while.
“I’m surprised you can run in those shoes,” the Doctor peeks at my boots and notices how raggedy they are.
“Oh, trust me, these boots have been through it all. Poor things, though, also have been through a lot of alien goop,” I perk up my feet and analyze them while moving it around.
“Oh please,” The Doctor grumbled, “Mine are pretty bad.”
He perks up his too and compares our shoes together. His converse shoes were noticeably dirtier and had splats on them. I wonder if they were always beige, or were they ever once white before? I would be lying if it didn’t make me giggle a little how admiring it was to see our style of clothing and style of shoes right next to each other.
“You got more alien goop than I do, that’s for sure,” I chuckle.
“Oh really?” The Doctor challenged, and he tried to use his shoe rub against my boot.
“Hey, watch it, space boy!”
The Doctor let our cackle and bounce a little around, while wiping off my boot with the sleeve shirt I wore. I thought for a while as I sat there. All of the trips had felt such a blurb of memories slightly converging into one.
“…I know that, technically, this wasn’t much of a trip, but landing in London for the first time was..amazing,” I breathed out as I remembered seeing Big Ben standing in the middle of the city. “And the countryside you brought me out with the plains all so green, and the stars look gorgeous from even down below there. Could be me though, I am the kind of girl to be a sucker for the countryside…”
“Quite magnificent, I do have to say. No matter where you land, there is some beauty lying everywhere.”
“Even the cows,” I mentioned with a tugging smirk on my lips.
“Oh, please, not the cows.”
“You love the cows.”
“They ran me off!”
I began to laugh again and accidentally bumped into him, but he grabbed my shoulder and steadied me. He laughed along with me and squeezed my shoulder as he glanced at me.
A small, short, fleeting glance. That made me smile a little too much like a fool.
We were close to each other, not minding at any bit. Our shoulders bumping one another, arms snaking around with the other, and our hands placed on the edge of the TARDIS, mindlessly intertwining with one another.
With his converse shoes and my combat boots, floating in space together.
